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Grave Tells Readers Choice Awards

Alien Refuge is up for the Naughty Indulgence Award at Grave Tells.  There are a lot of great books and authors to vote for, so if you're in the mood, let 'em know what you love!  http://gravetells.com/book-awards/gtrca13-vote-here-for-your-2013-romance-favorites/

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Breaking the news...and each others' hearts.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

Ways to Make It the Last Christmas

The holidays...can there be anything worse than spending them alone?  Actually, yes.  Maybe you're stuck with a significant other who makes you imbibe way too heavily in the eggnog.  It could be the old yule log is looking more and more like a handy blunt object with which to slug that certain someone who's not so special.  If you're starting to wonder how to tie a string of lights into a noose, chances are you need to think about flying solo.

Imagine being saddled with this nightmare.  He is just begging to have his candy cane broken.
But you're the nice type.  You don't want to give 'em the heave-ho-ho-ho in the middle of  Christmas, right?  That's okay.  'Tis the season to drop a few hints, via some inappropriate gifts and decorations that will have him or her dropping you like a New Year's Resolution in the middle of January.
First, decorate accordingly.  That someone not-so-special will start re-thinking your relationship when he/she sees these hanging from the tree:
Yeah, the visual I'm getting from this is making me more frigid than the North Pole too.  While you're hanging this gem, make sure you tell him, "I've always believed Christmas isn't right without a dozen children running around."
Your next step is to dress festively.  Nothing says 'I'm in the mood' like sexy lingerie.
Get the blowtorch.  Frosty's going down, and not in a good way.
Make sure to wear something soft and cuddly.  Get him thinking warm, happy thoughts.
Extra points earned for not shaving to let your natural hair blend in with these leg warmers.
Has Clueless in Christmas Town still not picked up on the idea it's time to pack up the sleigh?  It's time to get serious:  the gift.  While Chia Pets are pretty damned awful, you're going to have to pull out the big guns on this one.  We're done playing around.
Bacon and sex.  Yes, we all love them more than anything else, but not like this.  By all that is holy, not like this.
And if you are REALLY serious about getting rid of this loser, this gift will certainly send them running:
Of course, they may be running to have you committed for this atrocity.  Still, you'll be rid of them, so it's all good.
Go for it.  You deserve to enjoy your festivities, even if it means doing it solo.  Unload that sack of coal, uncork a few bottles of Christmas spirit, and have a fabulous holiday.

Weekend Wake-up Call – First Mataras: Michaela (WIP)

Michaela didn’t think her cock could get any harder, but it somehow managed to.  All her strength everywhere else in her body drained away.  She collapsed backwards.


“Michaela!” Govi cried.  All three men surrounded her, and Korkla and Raxstad managed to catch her though she would have only fallen to the cloud-soft platform.  They lowered her gently while Govi checked her pulse in her throat.
Korkla looked absolutely panicked.  “By the ancestors, we need to get her to a doctor.”
Govi leaned over so that his face hovered just over Michaela’s, filling her vision.  She heard him saying her name over and over, as if from a great distance away.  The Earther stared into that beautiful alien face, with his purple cat-pupiled eyes.  She felt a physical need.  It was a need that demanded her surrender.  
Michaela felt a desperation that if she denied it, it might kill her.  In that moment, she was absolutely convinced her life depended on Govi’s touch, and not just his hand on the side of her neck.  She needed more.  She needed all of him.
Michaela didn’t think as she reached for him.  Thought was no longer a power she harnessed.  Brutal longing was all she knew, and it had to be sated immediately.  She wrapped her arms around the Imdiko’s head, yanking him down and herself up simultaneously.  Their lips connected.
Michaela moaned as the warmth of his mouth fired straight into hers.  It zapped an electric path down her throat, filling her chest and stomach, and finally arriving to pulse like a second heartbeat in her cock and pussy.  Govi’s lips against hers made her entire body sing.  She wanted more.  She felt she could have devoured him.
Her lips had parted as she moaned and sobbed wordless pleas against Govi’s mouth.  His tongue abruptly invaded, tasting her with fervent need.  Michaela gasped and arched against him, her senses overloading at the astounding contact.
Bodies pressed up on either side of her.  Michaela broke the kiss, looking to her right to find Korkla there, his eyes dark and dangerous.  She barely had time to catch her breath before he claimed his own demanding kiss.
The taste and feel of feral male along with the heady scent of the flowers were all Michaela knew.  Her sexes throbbed with violent need, driving her beyond rational thought.  She clutched at the men, desperate for something though she wasn’t quite sure what it was.
Raxstad’s kisses were the fiercest of all, leaving her lips feeling swollen and bruised.  Rather than frightening her or dampening her ardor, it only made her frantic for more.  Michaela struggled and squalled, needing and needing and needing with no knowledge of how she could be fulfilled.
The brutal longing only increased as hands swept over her torso, touching, fondling, and exploring with abandon.  They pulled at her shirt, at last sweeping it away.  The binding pressing her breasts flat was yanked away and tossed aside.
Voracious mouths joined in the sensual assault. Michaela’s breasts were mauled and devoured with rapacious hunger.  The pressure in her groin mounted, growing heavy until she thought she would never rise from the platform under her own power.  She kicked and moaned and wailed as heat licked through her loins.  Something kicked way down low, and molten lava seeped into her cock. 
As if drawn by the heat, a rough hand slipped into the waistband of her trousers.  At the bold touch, Michaela escaped enough of desire’s haze to tense.  The groping hand reached lower still.  She knew it would soon touch her and find her sexes ... both her sexes.  She tensed.  She needed to be touched.  She was desperate to be touched.  When it happened, she also knew the men would turn away.   
The hand stopped.  Instead of touching her, it gripped the waistband of her pants and shoved them down to her knees.  Then they were yanked away, leaving her naked.  Exposed.
Korkla, Govi, and Raxstad could see everything.  Michaela cried out and tried to draw up in a ball, tried to hide.  It was too late, however.  They held her down, and they stared.
“By the ancestors,” Korkla breathed.  “Mother of All.”
Tentative release scheduled for June 2014

Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

The unclannable Imdiko.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire

            Something else suddenly occurred to Rajhir as he studied the nervous-looking doctor.  Bringing Flencik home just to give Gegra the sense Rajhir was obeying his father’s dictates wasn’t fair to this Imdiko.  That he had been ready to use Flencik in such a way brought a sense of shame to the Dramok.              He took a breath.  “You’re right.  I’m being an ass for suggesting such a thing.  Dinner out for two then.  Do I impress you with the fine dining I can afford, putting my excellent breeding on display?  Or would you prefer I take you where I can feed you huge slabs of meat a man of your size obviously requires, then get you drunk, and maybe take advantage of you later?”            Flencik’s mouth fell open.  His gaze ran down the length of Rajhir’s body and back up again.  His face turned blood red.            Then the Imdiko bellowed laughter, the sound echoing down the corridor and making people nearby pause.  Rajhir chuckled at his companion’s mirth.  Flencik had a wonderful, rolling laugh that shook his entire body.  It lit his face, making him twice as handsome as before.  Something in Rajhir’s groin tightened to see it.            Well hell, maybe he’s not the only one suffering from infatuation.  I really do like this guy.            When Flencik recovered enough to speak, he shook his head at Rajhir.  “By the ancestors.  You are determined to keep me off-balance, aren’t you?”            “Absolutely.  Where am I taking you tonight, Imdiko?”            Flencik threw his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender before starting towards the transport again.  “Somewhere relaxing.  But don’t think that means I’m agreeing to be bedded.  I still don’t know you well enough and you seem a bit demanding for my tastes.”            Rajhir gave him a narrow look but remained quiet until they reached the transport.  He said in a strong tone, “I think you might like demanding, Flencik.  If that’s the case, you will definitely like me.”            Flencik paused for an instant, still smiling like it was a joke.  Rajhir didn’t miss how the Imdiko’s eyes widened however, or the fact that he swallowed hard before speaking.  “No, I don’t like demanding men that much.  I prefer equal give and take.”            He stepped onto the transport.  Rajhir prevented the door from shutting right away.  Flencik was not going to get the last word, and he was certainly not leaving thinking Rajhir wasn’t the one in control.            Looking into that gentle face, Rajhir said, “Damn.  It’s going to be a shame if I have to punish you on our first date because you lied to me.  You know, you aren’t so big on your knees, and that’s exactly where you want me to put you.”            Flencik’s mouth dropped open again.  Before he could say anything, Rajhir added, “We’ll discuss your true submissive tendencies over dinner.  I’ll pick you up from the medical center this evening.”
Release tentatively scheduled for March 2014

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Name that kid.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

December 2013 Update

Shalia’s Diary:  Book 2 is now available at all the usual suspects:  Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.  Also in print.
This month’s blog entries will reveal why Imdiko Betra is not clanned, the huge mistake Shalia makes with Clan Dusa, her newfound options when it comes to clanning, and Dad Nayun’s big news.


Clans of Kalquor 2:  Alien Rule – Electronic rights return to me in December 15.  I am ready to roll out Alien Rule for re-release as soon as that happens.



Clans of Kalquor 5:  Alien Slave and Netherworld II:  Blood Potion No. 9:  Barnes & Noble has pulled these two books from its virtual shelves with no explanation.  As I will not get the rights back to those books for some time yet, I cannot do anything about that.  If you want either for your Nook, you will have to get them from Smashwords, which carries Nook-compatible ebooks.  The link for Alien Slave is http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/133804and for Blood Potion http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/169723.
New Year’s Challenges
Start a new book each month:



(January)  Clans of Kalquor 8:  Alien Caged– Done and released. 
(February)  Clan Beginnings:  Clan, Honor, and Empire – Finished with the first draft of the Rajhir and Flencik portion of the story.  Moving on to Breft now.  Tentative release is set for March 2014.
(March)  First Mataras:  Michaela –Writing a bit here and there.  Planning for a June 2014 release. 
(April)  Clans of Kalquor 9:  Alien Indiscretions–The outline is done, writing a little here and there.  Tentative release set for September 2014.
(May)  Clan Beginnings:  Clan and Crown– All  work on hold.
(June)  Brianna’s Clan -  All work on hold.
(July)  Clans of Kalquor 10:  Alien Hostage – All work on hold.
(August)  Clan Beginnings:  Clan Bacoj (Untitled) – All work on hold.
(September)  Clan Companions 1 (Untitled) – All work on hold.
(October)  Clans of Kalquor 11:  Alien Revolt –All work on hold.
(November)  Clan Beginnings:  Clan Erybet (Untitled) – Outline done.  Further work on hold.
(December)  Nuns of Europa story of aspirant Tina, who was claimed by Sub-weapons Commander Osopa’s clan.  Character sketches in progress.
You know what that means:  I successfully started a new writing project every month for the year as I challenged myself to do.  A lot of groundwork has been laid for upcoming stories, which you will see in the next couple of years.  Lots to look forward to!
Everyone please have a safe and wonderful holiday. 

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire (M/M WIP)

            At long last, those fingers touched Flencik’s cocks.  Rajhir drew them softly over the rigid flesh, from base to tip.  He then carefully licked the Imdiko’s lubrication from each fingertip with apparent enjoyment.  Then he granted him contact once more, swirling over Flencik’s moist cocks, drawing patterns over them with a barely there touch that made the young doctor pant.  It felt as if Rajhir imparted sparks of fire into Flencik’s flesh.  The Imdiko couldn’t help but move beneath the attention.            “You really aren’t used to being handled this way.  The novelty wears off soon enough.  I could make you beg me to do more,” Rajhir smirked.  “By the way, how does this feel?”            His face lowered towards Flencik’s groin.  Rajhir’s lips parted open as they neared his cocks.  Flencik tensed all over, readying for contact.            Rajhir did not kiss or lick him.  He didn’t even touch those eager staves.  Instead, his breath wafted over the slick cocks, sending warmth over Flencik’s flesh.  Goosebumps broke out over the Imdiko’s skin.  He moaned.            A pearlescent drop formed on his primary cock.  “Is that for me?” Rajhir asked.  Without waiting for an answer, he licked it off.            The sensation of the Dramok’s rough tongue on his prick snatched away Flencik’s control.  He yelled, his ass jerking up off the bed.  He let go of the rails over his head.            The next instant, Rajhir shoved one of Flencik’s thighs up, baring an ass cheek.  His open palm landed hard on it three times, sending sharp pain into the muscled mass.  Flencik yelped at the sudden burn on his rear.            Rajhir let his leg go and shook a warning finger at him.  “Naughty Imdiko.  Don’t take your hands off those rails again or I’ll use a strap next time.”            The unexpected discipline had heat spilling into Flencik’s secondary cock, filling it with excitement and threatening to move into his primary.  From there, it would only be seconds before he’d climax.  Flencik fought for control.            He again grasped the headboard and gasped, “I’m sorry, Dramok.”            “You’d better be.  Now mind me.”            Rajhir didn’t make it easy to behave.  He went to work with a will on Flencik.  His hands closed over the Imdiko’s cocks, pumping slowly to make him writhe.  His hands squeezed at key points, the pressure stealing Flencik’s breath at times, forcing cries out at others.  The Dramok had educated himself well, all right.  Flencik’s groin felt as if it had been tied in knots.  The pleasure was downright excruciating, sometimes approaching pain.            “I do like having someone bigger than me at my mercy,” Rajhir chuckled, releasing him.  He leaned forward and over to the side, opening a drawer in the table next to the bed to rummage inside.              “Makes you feel powerful, does it?” Flencik groaned.  He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard in all his life.              “It does.  I’m enjoying this immensely, Imdiko.  Ah, here we go.”  Rajhir drew something out of the drawer and sat back.            Flencik blinked at the curved dildo the Dramok held.  Rajhir squirted a clear gel over it and rubbed the lubricant all over the toy as he watched.  It was a thick piece, though not as big as even most men’s secondary cocks.  Still, it gave him pause.            “Is that what you’re going to use to prepare me?”            “Oh yes.  You’ll find the bit of a curve is perfect for stimulating the prostate.  Have you had one like this before?”            Flencik swallowed.  “I can’t say I have.  I’m not used to those.”            Rajhir’s eyebrow rose.  “No?”            “The men I’ve been with tend to use their fingers, not – not toys.”            Rajhir snorted.  “That’s because younger men make the mistake of thinking their cocks should be enough to pleasure someone else.  There’s a mindset that says relying on toys and sex tools to make a lover feel good makes you less a man.  I don’t subscribe to that idea.  Doing whatever it takes to make a lover feel good makes you a man.”            He had finished lubing the dildo.  “You can let go of the headboard now, Imdiko.  Now I want you to grab the backs of your legs and hold yourself open for me.”            Hesitant, Flencik released his hold on the rails.  He kept his eyes on the curved dildo as he grasped the backs of his knees.  He paused.            His tone uncertain, he said, “You’re sure you know what you’re doing?”            Rajhir’s smile was comforting for a change.  “I’ve had plenty of practice, Flencik.  Trust me.  I’m not going to hurt you.”            Still not sure he should be agreeing to this, Flencik lifted and spread his legs.  He felt terribly vulnerable.  The doctor’s knowledge of anatomy told him that if Rajhir was careful, no harm would be done.  Still, there was always the chance something bad could happen.  Showing up at the hospital with a bleeding ass would be more than a little humiliating, especially for a doctor.            He tensed when the narrow tip of the dildo touched his anus.  Rajhir’s gaze flicked up to look him in the face.            “Easy, Flencik.  This is going to feel wonderful, and if by some chance it doesn’t, I’ll stop immediately.”            Flencik forced himself to relax.  He was acting like a nervous virgin, something he hadn’t been for several years.  It was just that Rajhir was so intense, and Flencik wanted to please him too much.  He worried it would make him more likely to allow things he shouldn’t.            He felt the prod of the dildo at his ass.  He made himself accepting, though he also promised himself that at the first sign of pain, he’d kick Rajhir across the room.  For the Dramok’s part, he was intent on what he was doing.              “Open to me, my big, beautiful man,” the Dramok murmured.  He slid the toy a little ways inside, up to where the curve of it began.            No pain, only a delicious fullness.  Flencik felt a kick in his groin and moaned.  Damn, it had been too long since he’d last had sex.            “All right so far?” Rajhir asked.            The fact he checked on Flencik helped the Imdiko release even more tension.  Rajhir was being careful with him.  “I’m fine.”            “Here’s where it gets really good,” the Dramok grinned.            He slipped the fake cock further into Flencik’s ass.  The way it curved made the tip of it rub the interior of his channel.  A wallop of pleasure engulfed the Imdiko’s lower parts, shooting ecstasy right to his cocks.  Pre-cum spat out of the primary, and Flencik yelled out as molten heat swelled the secondary.            “Nice,” Rajhir said with a smirk.  “I think we found something you like.”
Tentative release date March 2014

Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

News Shalia doesn't want to hear.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/