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Clans of Kalquor 13: Alien Haven - Chapter Two Scene One

 

 

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Woman-to-woman talk, the children of Clan Amgar, and the lost loves of Sara

* * * * 

“Nice place,” Charity said, no trace of sarcasm to be found as she stood next to the shuttle and looked at her surroundings. 

The white house was lovely and so Earther, she was surprised the Kalquorian part of the clan lived in it. It had a cute porch swing and rocking chairs. The adjacent red barn was familiar from photographs and the picture books she’d read as a kid. Charity hadn’t been at any actual farms when she’d lived on Earth. Nonetheless, she’d have sworn she’d been transported ten years in the past and stood on her home planet. Darn if she didn’t hear chickens clucking nearby.

Groteg and Utber brought out her travel bins from the shuttle. “Sorry to dump you and run, but we have to return to work for a few hours,” the Imdiko explained as he hurried past to the house.

“Don’t worry. You have me…oh, and here come the kids,” Sara said as a long shuttle zoomed toward the farm. It settled on the dirt lane before the large front yard in front of the home.

Charity watched as the shuttle’s hatch opened and a dark-haired boy of around eight or nine years of age fairly leapt out of its environs. Clan in shorts and a shirt bearing evidence of a recent eating mishap, his sturdy legs pumped as he raced across the lawn. His face beamed in the age-old exuberance of a child released from the tedium of a school day. 

Following at a much more sedate pace came a lovely adolescent girl, enviable golden curls of hair cascading to the waistband of her slouchy trousers. Her gaze was curious, neither friendly nor adversarial as she eyed Charity’s presence. She simply seemed to be cataloguing the new arrival.

Finally was another blonde, a teenage boy who was a male version of Sara. He blinked at Charity. A friendly grin spread across his handsome features. His walk took on a strut. Sara, standing next to Charity, snorted.

“Go easy on the oldest, okay? It took him a whole week to get over his last crush.”

Charity covered her mouth to smother a laugh. “I’ll convince him I’m an elderly woman, too uncool to be bothered by. How old is he?”

“Fifteen.” Sara sighed, then her youngest was on her, hugging her. “Hey, sweetie. How was school?”

“I got a hundred percent on my math test! Hi, who are you?” Wide brown eyes gazed at Charity.

“Hold on for your brother and sister, and I’ll introduce you all at once. Come on, guys, you have chores, and I’m running behind on my own stuff.” As the siblings lined up in front of Charity and Sara, their mother rattled off names. “Adam’s my oldest. James is our math whiz, and Tori’s twelve going on twenty-one. This is Jennifer, everyone. She’ll be staying for a while.”

“A human girl instead of a Nobek? That’s new. What are you in for?” Tori wore a half-smirk.

“It doesn't matter. Treat her as you would your brothers…no, treat her respectfully,” Sara hurriedly amended.

Charity had her story ready, however. Having been a pre-teen not so long ago herself, she grinned at Tori. “I might have had a bad habit of pulling pranks on those who lacked senses of humor.”

“You got sent to Haven for pranking somebody?”

“The last stunt went kind of wrong. No permanent injuries, but…” Charity shrugged, as if to say what can you do? Then she assumed a penitent expression. “I didn’t mean to hurt my chemistry professor. It was only supposed to be a little blast.”

Sara fell into her role. “The trouble when it comes to these situations is we rarely want to cause harm, but it happens quite easily. I’ve been informed you were warned this exile would happen if you kept up your practical jokes.”

Charity hung her head. She peeked through still-unfamiliar honey-blond strands to see what reaction their performance had won.

Adam gazed at her as if impressed, his blue eyes bright. Charity might have told him she’d scaled the galaxy’s tallest mountain in high heels and won less admiration.

Tori’s attention was pointed at her mother. She displayed a sort of world-weariness reserved for those of a certain age who couldn’t believe how uncool their parents were. Her tone was all sympathy when she said, “Accidents happen. Sounds to me like someone had it out for you, Jennifer.” Having dispensed her opinion, she headed to the house. “Lovely to meet you. Pop by my room to chat after dinner, if you want. Later, all. Stuff to do.”

“Stuff had better include weeding the herb garden,” Sara called after her.

Meanwhile, James had discovered a large red bug trundling over the grass. He was busy setting sticks, leaves, and other debris in its way. If he’d taken any notice of Charity’s supposed sins, he’d forgotten them already.

Sara shooed the boys off to do their chores and start on their homework. “Dinner table at six. With hands washed, James.” She grinned at Charity as soon as they were out of earshot. “Pretty good cover story.”

“I wish I could take credit, but the Kalquorian powers-that-be concocted it.” Charity gazed at the front door, through which the children had disappeared.

All three were fully human, no doubt from an earlier relationship Sara had been in. Sometimes the hybrid offspring of Kalquorians and Earthers appeared to be solely of Kalquorian heritage, but even those possessing strong human traits had some hint of the other species in their appearances. She wondered why Clan Amgar had no hybrid children, but it wasn’t a polite question to ask. Especially not of a woman she’d met less than an hour ago.

“Let’s go to the kitchen,” Sara suggested. “A cup of coffee or tea?”

“Coffee would be amazing,” Charity said gratefully. “But if you have work, I don’t want to hold you up.”

“Nothing too pressing. Claiming I’m behind on my work is what I say to the kids because it’s usually true.” Sara laughed. “The empire gave us a decent heads-up you were coming. I set aside time to get you settled.”

They were soon seated at a small table in what had to be the most technologically advanced kitchen Charity had ever seen. It made sense it would be, thanks to Utber being an honest-to-goodness chef. Because the farmhouse was so traditional from the outside, she’d expected a more rustic setting. She had to admit the modernity disappointed her a little.

Sara stirred real cream in her coffee from a nearby dairy farm. Charity sipped hers, enjoying the decadent richness as if she indulged in a particularly luscious dessert. 

“I don’t mind answering most personal questions, especially considering your situation. You must wonder whom you can trust these days,” Sara told her. “You were wondering why I have only human children after eight years of clanship.”

“I was, but it’s none of my business. Seriously, if the people who sent me trust you, then I do too.”

“Thanks, but as I said, I don’t mind. James came earlier than expected due to a major pregnancy complication. When I say he came early, I mean on the kitchen floor of my first house here. I nearly died.”

“Wow. I bet you were terrified.”

“That’s putting it lightly. Having him left internal damage, which couldn’t be corrected. The doctors warned me against having more children. They couldn’t guarantee they or I would survive future pregnancies.

“My first husband had died a few months before James was born. I’d never farmed before coming to Haven. With two small children already to care for, I wasn’t doing so well. Clan Amgar swooped to the rescue and helped us. Hell, they saved us, me particularly. It was considered scandalous how quickly we fell in love.”

“Probably especially where your fellow Earthers were concerned,” Charity guessed. 

“Don’t get me wrong; I loved my husband Jesse. He was a good man. Unfortunately, we’d married for the wrong reasons…to be grown up and escape from our small Midwestern town on Earth.”

“It reminds me of a romance movie or a book.”

“We were romantics, including pie-in-the-sky dreams. We even accomplished a couple. We earned college degrees despite working full time and having Adam and Tori early on. We were saving for a home. Then Armageddon hit and tore our lives out from under us. We counted ourselves lucky to get a chance to start over on Haven.” Sara’s blue eyes gazed in the distance. Her sweet face was sad, and Charity saw the faint lines of care a tough life had etched in her pretty features.

“What happened to Jesse? How did he die?”

“He got sick. At its beginning, Haven was a lot different from how it is now. The Kalquorian governor, a Dramok named Ospar, was eager to help the residents in any way he could. He was limited in that respect since Haven’s original charter meant we Earthers had to rely on our human governor. Governor Hoover was tightfisted when it came to aid. He acted as if the money came out of his own pocket. A real ‘pull yourself up by your own bootstraps’ type, and tough luck if you couldn’t afford boots in the first place.”

“Sounds similar to what they have on Mercy and New Bethlehem. He would have been an Earthtique,” Charity supposed.

“No doubt. When Jesse got sick, we’d just planted our first crop. There wasn’t money for him to see a doctor. So he didn’t and…” Sara’s hands splayed wide.

“Assholes,” Charity muttered. She blushed when she realized she’d said it out loud.

Sara grinned. “I had a few nasty names to call Hoover and his gang. Jesse should still be here. He deserves to be here. It’s funny to think so when I love Groteg and Utber, but it’s how it is.”

She gazed into her coffee. “They and Amgar showed up in my hour of need. They made sure me and the kids were taken care of. Knights in shining armor, pretty much. When I realized I was starting to feel more for them than gratitude, I was shocked. I’d recently buried my poor Jesse. I’d just had his baby. How could I fall in love again so fast?”

“It wasn’t the same love as what you and Jesse had.” Charity prompted when she paused, swept up by the tale.

Sara smiled at her, surprised. “You’re right. It wasn’t pie-in-the-sky. It wasn’t a couple of kids who were too dumb to think their future through. For me and Clan Amgar, it was a mature love between people who’d seen the worst of what life could throw at us.” She thought, trying to put together the right words.
She must have found them because she added, “I saw Clan Amgar as they were. The fact they were stable and loyal and kind was a plus…but they had their shortcomings, as I do. Instead of wanting to mold them to fit my ideals, the way I had with Jesse, I was willing to take them as they were. I loved them for who they were, imperfections and all. I guess I’d grown up.”

“They weren’t unhappy you couldn’t give them kids of their own? It was a big deal to Kalquorians at one point.”

“Careful. Don’t suggest to Groteg and Utber those three fiends of mine aren’t theirs too. They’ll take it personally.”

“Really?”

“Right from the start, they and Amgar adored the children. When they asked me to clan, they asked Adam too. Tori and James were too young to understand what was going on, but Adam accepted them for fathers on his and his siblings’ behalf.”

“Wow. No jealousy?”

“Adam was scared and looking for security. He was lost without Jesse. He clung to my clanmates probably for all the wrong reasons at the beginning, but they’ve come to mean what they should to him.”

“That’s wonderful.” Charity couldn’t imagine being so accepting had her father remarried after her mother’s death, but she’d been older than Adam when she’d lost her parent.

“James never knew Jesse, of course. Tori took to Clan Amgar almost immediately. Especially Groteg. She’s a total daddy’s girl where he’s concerned.” Sara chuckled, her earlier sadness gone. “So my clanmates are their fathers, and they’re excellent ones. The biological question doesn’t come up.”

“It sounds like you got lucky,” Charity said.

“Definitely, though losing Amgar and Jesse…I’ve wondered if I’m cursed. At any rate, it makes me appreciate Groteg and Utber.” Sara shook her head, as if to dispel the subject from her mind as well as the conversation. “Speaking of men, what’s the scoop on the cutie who rode in on the shuttle with you? Dramok Ilid?”

“I wish I knew,” Charity sighed. “He’s so nice. He has this weird hint of tragedy too.”

“Weird? In what way?”

“I don’t know. Every now and then he looks haunted.” She snorted. “It’s probably a case of me being romantic and dramatic. I’m dying for a taste of passionate excitement, I guess. A riveting tale of the wounded soul aching to be healed.” Charity struck a theatrical pose, her hand to her brow.
Sara snickered. “You should have asked.”

“I considered it, but it felt wrong to interrogate him for too many personal details since I’m hiding who I am.” Regret tugged at her anew.

“His parent clan seemed stable. They were protective of you.”

“Clan Codab are absolute sweethearts. My whole take on Ilid’s tale of some fascinating past woe is probably sheer fantasy. Seriously, how messed up is it to find the idea of a damaged man fascinating?”

“No more messed up than a couple of teenage kids eloping the night of their high school graduation and running from home just because they were desperately bored and unhappy.” Sara sipped the last of her coffee and checked the time. “Goodness, I need to get a move on and do some work.”

Charity stood. “Point me to what you want done once you’ve armed yourself with all available patience.”

Sara laughed. “To the cellar then. We’ll bring up some potatoes and onions to prep for Utber. Then you can see your room and unpack.”

Charity was happy to follow her hostess. The worst of her angst at having to stay on Planet Farm Hell had disappeared, thanks to having Sara to talk to.

* * * * * 

Using the alias Jennifer Seng, Charity Nath hides on Haven, a planet settled by Earthers and Kalquorians. She’s less than thrilled to be on the agricultural outpost where the height of culture is a play titled Cow Patties in Paradise. With a bounty on her head and ruthless enemies determined to cash in, she has little choice but to work on Clan Amgar’s farm until the danger is past. At least the view is nice, thanks to three young, handsome Kalquorians…but they have their own secrets they’re unwilling to share.

After his encounter with a merciless entity that performed horrific medical tests on him, Dramok Ilid is eager for a place where he can feel safe again. Haven’s strict security protocols mean the pandemic raging in his home empire has little chance of striking the planet. Better yet, there’s little opportunity for the enemy Darks who traumatized him to show up either. Still, he knows he isn’t the man to lead a clan of his own despite the tempting potential of his new friends who are everything he could hope for. 

Imdiko Mitag is charming, gorgeous, and resolved to draw out the trio who seem perfect for the clan he’s always dreamed of. His eagerness conceals a long-ago tragedy and an unloving childhood he’s determined won’t dictate the rest of his life, if he can convince the others.

It isn’t that Nobek Detodev doesn’t want friends and lovers. As a Nobek who hates who he is, he’s certain no one else could want him. His aloof persona begins to crack when Charity, Ilid, and Mitag refuse to let him remain unapproachable. But surely they’ll run when they discover the truth.

When Charity comes under attack by those who’ll stop at nothing to destroy the uneasy peace between Earth II and Kalquor, the quartet finds secrets are the greatest danger to keeping her safe. Can her life and their growing love survive the truth of their pasts?

After six years, a new novel for the original Clans of Kalquor series…the fiftieth book in the Kalquor Universe…is here. One big adventure in two versions celebrates this milestone. Version One is the traditional Clans of Kalquor heroine-centric story. Version Two is both a Clans of Kalquor and Clan Beginnings same-sex-friendly edition. Both versions are here in one volume. Choose which to read…or read both.

On sale now at Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Kindle, and print.

Coming soon to Apple and Kobo.

Clans of Kalquor 13: Alien Haven - Chapter One Scene Three

 

On sale now at Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Amazon (print).

Coming on November 12 to Kindle (if Amazon approves the date change...still waiting for confirmation).

Coming soon to Apple and Kobo.

 

Getting acquainted with Dramok-less Clan Amgar

* * * * 

“Has it been difficult to respond to the name Jennifer?” Sara asked as Clan Amgar’s well-used but clean shuttle, piloted by Groteg, zipped over vast swaths of fields and woods.

“I’m getting used to it. I went under another name on Jedver, while I was at university. I’ve had to be someone else for a long time now.” Charity grew glummer by the second as she viewed a few buildings in the distance. No doubt it was the town Sunrise, which was closest to the spaceport and her hosts’ farm. The spaceport’s scatter of landing pads and buildings covered more land than the town did.

Maybe I’m not in the middle of nowhere, but I can see it from here.

“This has to be a shock to the system after the bustle of a university area and a crowded space station.” 

Imdiko Utber was what Charity thought of classically handsome, though in a way too boyish for his years.
“This is, uh, quite bucolic. Wide open spaces, plenty of room to run wild and free, huh?”

They must have picked up on her false brightness. The trio chuckled.

“Don’t worry. There are activities for young people to do besides yank weeds and feed chickens,” Sara assured her. 

Playing ‘dodge the cow shit,’ for example. Charity had a habit of tossing such smart remarks around, especially when she was in a foul or depressed mood. However, Clan Amgar was doing her a favor by letting her hide at their home until the heat of being the daughter of the so-called traitor General Borey Nath cooled.

She shrugged. “You don’t just farm, is my understanding. Besides Groteg being Haven’s head of security, Imdiko Utber is chef to the Kalquorian governor, right?”

Utber smiled. “Which is why I can guarantee a nice meal tonight to properly welcome you to our home. How do steak, potatoes, salad, and apple pie sound?”

Her grin was genuine this time. “Like heaven. Sara, I was told you manage the farm. What does Dramok Amgar do?”

Their warmth toward her didn’t diminish, but she detected a dampening of mood. Groteg’s voice was quiet as he kept his attention on the shuttle controls. “Our Dramok passed eight years ago in a fire.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“It was a hero’s death,” Groteg said, pride mixing in the heaviness. “He saved our sons.”

“While Groteg saved our daughter and nearly died doing so.” Sara’s gaze showed love as she regarded him. “My clanship to Amgar was short, but I count myself as lucky to have had the months we did.”

“Let’s talk about you, Jennifer. I hope you don’t mind me getting in the habit of your assumed identity, rather than using your real name.” Utber interjected smoothly. 

“Not at all.”

“Your role isn’t exactly a compliment, is it? Are you all right playing the part of a troubled young woman?”

“It’s a shame you’re coming in under a supposed cloud of mischief. You’re already dealing with the actual problem of radical Earthtiques wanting to interrogate you for their own ends.” Sara’s pretty face took on a determined cast Charity recognized. It was the look her elder sister Hope had worn years ago. She’d been hellbent to shelter Charity from a powerful man who’d wanted to force her into marriage and sexual slavery. It was the expression her aunt Ruth had taken on when the supposedly dead Charity had been outed as alive and well on Alpha Space Station.

It looks as if I found myself another mama bear. Charity was equal parts amused and dismayed.

“The cover story the fleet’s spy division decided on is the best possible excuse for her being here. We’re known for taking in youths who’ve encountered difficulties in society. Usually we foster Nobek teens, but few will question our having you move in.” Groteg spoke in a steady tone. Charity thought she heard an underlying attitude of this is how it is so deal with it.

Very Nobek, in other words. She bet he kept his past problematic wards in line easily.

“It’s only a part you have to act.” Sara was doing her best to soften what she believed must be a blow to Charity’s ego.

The younger woman had to laugh. “If you only knew how my family would respond to my situation. They’d tell you no acting is required on my part when it comes to youthful hijinks and bad attitude.”

“Really?” Utber gazed at her, his disbelief tinged by growing concern as he tried to detect wickedness in her demeanor. Perhaps he was thinking of her potential influence on his children.

 “Don’t worry. I tend to be less mouthy to those I’m unrelated to. Especially those who might decide I’m more bother than I’m worth. I have no interest in giving you a reason to send me to the barn to sleep.”
She earned chuckles, including from Groteg. 

Sara said, “Children typically let their parents have the worst of their behavior. Our kids’ teachers go on and on about how well behaved they are, but when it comes time for homework and chores—”

“The daily beatings commence to get them in line.” Groteg shot a grin over his shoulder at Charity to show he was joking. She was startled how handsome a smile made his somewhat stark features.

“As for farm work, I don’t expect you to do much. Just enough to keep anyone from becoming suspicious,” Sara said. “I’m sure you have your studies to keep up on until you can return to school. I prefer you to focus on them as much as possible.”

“I don’t mind pulling my weight,” Charity was surprised to hear herself say. She found she meant it, however. Her instincts insisted these people, who were going out of their way to help a stranger, were the best sort. 

“We can always use the help,” Utber sighed. “I don’t know how Sara does it, despite us having hired help. Groteg and I pitch in when our jobs allow.”

Charity was prompted to warn them. “Please understand, I don’t know the first thing when it comes to farming. Someone once gave me a spider plant as a gift. I was told it was low-maintenance and hard to kill. It lasted three months before my black thumb of death did it in.”

“We’ll find something nonlethal for you to demonstrate to visitors you’re helping us.” Sara glanced at the window vid as the shuttle began its descent. A very Earth-style two-story farmhouse featuring a wraparound porch came into view. “Here we are. Welcome to the farm of Clan Amgar, Jennifer.”

* * * * * 

Using the alias Jennifer Seng, Charity Nath hides on Haven, a planet settled by Earthers and Kalquorians. She’s less than thrilled to be on the agricultural outpost where the height of culture is a play titled Cow Patties in Paradise. With a bounty on her head and ruthless enemies determined to cash in, she has little choice but to work on Clan Amgar’s farm until the danger is past. At least the view is nice, thanks to three young, handsome Kalquorians…but they have their own secrets they’re unwilling to share.

After his encounter with a merciless entity that performed horrific medical tests on him, Dramok Ilid is eager for a place where he can feel safe again. Haven’s strict security protocols mean the pandemic raging in his home empire has little chance of striking the planet. Better yet, there’s little opportunity for the enemy Darks who traumatized him to show up either. Still, he knows he isn’t the man to lead a clan of his own despite the tempting potential of his new friends who are everything he could hope for. 

Imdiko Mitag is charming, gorgeous, and resolved to draw out the trio who seem perfect for the clan he’s always dreamed of. His eagerness conceals a long-ago tragedy and an unloving childhood he’s determined won’t dictate the rest of his life, if he can convince the others.

It isn’t that Nobek Detodev doesn’t want friends and lovers. As a Nobek who hates who he is, he’s certain no one else could want him. His aloof persona begins to crack when Charity, Ilid, and Mitag refuse to let him remain unapproachable. But surely they’ll run when they discover the truth.

When Charity comes under attack by those who’ll stop at nothing to destroy the uneasy peace between Earth II and Kalquor, the quartet finds secrets are the greatest danger to keeping her safe. Can her life and their growing love survive the truth of their pasts?

After six years, a new novel for the original Clans of Kalquor series…the fiftieth book in the Kalquor Universe…is here. One big adventure in two versions celebrates this milestone. Version One is the traditional Clans of Kalquor heroine-centric story. Version Two is both a Clans of Kalquor and Clan Beginnings same-sex-friendly edition. Both versions are here in one volume. Choose which to read…or read both.

On sale now at Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Amazon (print).

Coming on November 12 to Kindle (if Amazon approves the date change...still waiting for confirmation).

Coming soon to Apple and Kobo.

Clans of Kalquor 13: Alien Haven - Chapter One Scene Two

 

On sale now at Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Amazon (print).

Coming on November 12 to Kindle (if Amazon approves the date change...still waiting for confirmation).

Coming soon to Apple and Kobo.

 

Meeting Clan Amgar; "Jennifer" and Ilid hatch plans to get together

* * * * 

“In spite of the acoustics, I wish the trip had been longer. I enjoyed getting to know you,” Jennifer whispered to Ilid.

He darted a glance at his parent clan, who followed them a few feet behind in the aisle toward the exit hatch of the shuttle. The vessel had landed a couple minutes before. “Me too. I will see you again?”

Jennifer grinned, delighted at the prospect of encountering his familiar and classically handsome face again. And of seeing far more of him from head to toe. It was all she had to look forward to on the planet she’d never aspired to visit, much less spend an extended stay on. Three days of flight had barely scratched the surface of what promised to be an exciting fling where Ilid was concerned. She hadn’t come close to getting her fill of the compelling man. 

“Remember, Clan Amgar’s farm is where I’ve been sentenced. I will be insulted if you don’t visit in a day or two,” she warned.

There was no trace of the reserve that sometimes gripped Ilid. He smiled broadly. “I’d never insult a woman such as you,” he swore, his Kalquorian accent slightly slurring the English he spoke for her benefit.

Perhaps his parent clan overheard them despite their quiet conversation. Kalquorian hearing was insanely sensitive. Maybe they’d have heard her and Ilid getting friendly even if the walls had been thicker. Over Ilid’s shoulder, she saw Matara Diju and her trio of male clanmates exchange smirks. 

Far from the protective type for whom no woman would be good enough for her son, Diju had acted determined to play matchmaker between the young people. Every chance she’d gotten during the flight to Haven, a mixed Earther-Kalquorian community in Kalquorian Empire territory, Diju had pointed out Ilid’s best traits to Jennifer. 

She might have been delighted to hear them having sex. Jennifer somehow kept her nose from wrinkling at the thought.

She had no designs on any long-term relationships, though Ilid was a compelling temptation to give her daydreams to the contrary. Twenty-three years old, he was perfect for sheer fun, especially when his pronounced serious streak disappeared. 

She would see him again, she vowed. Though his problems were his own, she was determined to loosen him up. His laugh brightened their surroundings when it came, which was far too rare. He was a genuinely good guy.

Had she been in the market for a serious relationship, she admitted she would have judged Ilid a better than acceptable prospect. The Dramok breed of Kalquorian men had a habit of being bossy in her opinion. In defiance of his categorization, Ilid possessed an aura of vulnerability under the surface. She found it alluring. His parents were absolute darlings from what she could tell from their short acquaintance. That assessment included the watchful and brooding Nobek Gruthep, the protector of the clan. He and his clanmates doted on Ilid while obviously trying not to smother him.

In short, Ilid was wonderful, as was his family. Jennifer almost regretted her determination to play the field, but she’d eschewed dating Kalquorians until recently. She had a lot of catching up to do when it came to the species her elder sister Hope had committed to, in love and career. Fortunately…or unfortunately, depending on how things went…Ilid would possibly return to Kalquor in a month anyway.

An attendant who’d kept the sole five civilian passengers of the spacious shuttle comfortable during the trip, wearing the armored uniform of a Kalquorian fleet member, offered a slight bow as Jennifer and Ilid neared the hatch. “Welcome to Haven.”

“Ee-i-ee-i-o,” Jennifer muttered in sing-song. 

“Matara?”

“An old Earther tune regarding the glamorous life on a farm. I can’t wait to be among the cows and pigs.”
Ilid chuckled. He’d heard her complaints when it came to being stuck on Haven, a mostly agricultural community. He’d been appropriately sympathetic while finding humor in her concerns about backwoods hayseeds and watching where she stepped when she went outdoors.

She was relieved not to be knocked backward by the smell of animal manure when she exited the hatch. Indeed, Haven’s largest spaceport bore a remarkably respectable resemblance to such facilities she’d been to throughout the galaxy. It appeared as technologically modern as busier ports, if less hectic and noisy.
Despite the welcome absence of fertilizer aroma, Jennifer noted an appalling amount of flannel shirts, stained dungarees, and tall boots among the obvious fulltime residents who hurried past groups of uniformed ships’ crews. Even the Kalquorians whom apparently called Haven home had adopted clothing reflecting an Earther influence. Yeehaw, she thought, her mood dipping. Two flavors of hayseeds.

She slowly descended the ramp to the ridged flooring, which offered stable, nonslip footing. Feeling Ilid close behind, she said, “It’s quieter than most spaceports. Fewer ships.”

“Anti-virus protocols have shut out a lot of commerce, I’d guess,” he ventured, also gazing at their surroundings. His expression had taken on the nervously watchful cast she’d caught glimpses of during the trip.

Nobek Gruthep, a scarred but likable member of Kalquor’s warrior caste sporting an ass-long graying braid, placed a hand on Ilid’s shoulder. “Their security watches carefully for Darks, too. There have been no instances of suspicion our enemy has gained a presence on Haven.”

Ilid visibly drew a deep breath. Another nervous glance at his surroundings, and he relaxed enough to smile at Jennifer. “Where is this Clan Amgar supposedly responsible for rehabilitating you, Miss Behavior?”

Jennifer blew a raspberry at him but laughed. As far as Ilid and anyone who asked knew, she’d run a bit wild in the now Dark-overrun Galactic Council, where she’d attended university until a few weeks prior. According to her cover story, she hadn’t gotten in the sort of trouble to land her in a detention facility…thanks to her father’s high-ranking position in the government…but it had been decided she should cool her heels on Haven while she learned to stay out of mischief.

In response to this tale, Ilid had given her the pun nickname of “Miss Behavior.” His mother had been quick to defend Jennifer. She vigorously protested a young person’s right to make mistakes, especially in the current climate of war and viral pandemics. Jennifer had merely laughed at Ilid’s gentle teasing. She could take a joke, and he was as non-malicious as a person could be.

In response to his question about her guardians, Jennifer glanced at the few people rushing past. “I have no idea what they look like. Their Matara is an Earther and…oh, that might be them.”

An attractive blond woman, flanked by two Kalquorian men, was hurrying along the walkway in the middle of the docked vessels. The blonde waved at Jennifer, smiling a welcome.

“Nobek and Imdiko. There’s no Dramok,” Ilid’s father Jadel said in an undertone, probably to his clanmates.

“It’s nice three of the four came to meet her on a regular workday.” Diju stepped forward to stand next to Jennifer. The muscled but plump Kalquorian woman waited expectantly, making it clear she regarded herself responsible for the younger woman until her rightful caregivers arrived.

The oncoming trio eyed Ilid and his parent clan warily, but their expressions remained pleasant. Jennifer decided it was up to her to head off any concerns.

“Hi!” she called. “Clan Amgar?”

“Here we are, Jennifer.” The Earther woman was extremely slender, the sort of leanness that spoke of hard work rather than lack of nourishment. When she shook Jennifer’s hand, there was surprising strength in her grip. “Sorry we ran a bit late. I’m Sara.”

“It was my fault we weren’t prompt.” The unfamiliar Nobek’s gaze took in Clan Codab, each man in turn. “I’m Nobek Groteg, head of the Kalquorian branch of Haven’s security. This is our Imdiko, Utber.”

“It’s good to meet you. Let me introduce my new friends. This is Dramok Ilid and his parents, Matara Diju, Dramok Codab, Imdiko Jadel, and Nobek Gruthep.” Jennifer glanced between the Nobeks. “Your names are similar, and you’re both involved in law enforcement. I bet I’ll get them mixed up. Don’t smack the silly Earther when she calls you the wrong names.”

The pair glanced at her and chuckled. Groteg visibly relaxed. “I’ll let it pass this first time.” His eyes twinkled.

She grinned, liking him on the spot despite his intimidating appearance. “You’re the head of the planet’s security? Isn’t the area kind of…isolated for you to work from?”

“Isolation describes Haven’s overall setup in a nutshell,” Utber laughed. “The town of Sunrise is small, but it’s mere kilometers from the seat of our government. The location has been deliberately kept rural for the safety of the planet’s leaders.”

“It’s easier to keep tabs on those who show up to cause problems,” Groteg agreed. “It appears to be an odd arrangement, but so far, it’s worked for us.” His attention turned to Clan Codab. “I understand your clan is interested in expanding your bakery business beyond Kalquor.”

“Under our son’s management.” Diju beamed at Ilid. “If we find Haven suitable, he’ll do an amazing job.”
Groteg, Gruthep, and Codab exchanged what Jennifer thought were overly meaningful glances. What had she missed?

“A bakery would be wonderful,” Sara said, her blue eyes brightening. Their corners creased pleasantly as her smile deepened. “The only one in Sunrise closed when the owner passed away several months ago. We have a coffee shop, but it isn’t the same. I understand the building and its equipment are for sale.”

“It sounds like an intriguing opportunity for Ilid.” Diju beamed at the news.

“Let me give you the address. Had you planned to stay nearby during your visit?”

While the women put their heads together, the men, save Ilid, drew close to mutter. Ilid jerked his head to indicate Jennifer and he should retreat a couple feet distant so they could talk.

“Clan Amgar seems to be a good bunch. Are you okay? Nervous?” he asked.

She smirked. “I was told I’m not the first wayward youth they’ve worked to put on the straight and narrow. I don’t see what kind of trouble I could find on Planet Farm Hell anyway. Hey, have you ever heard of cow tipping? I bet you’d be great at it.” She eyed his muscular build, her grin widening.

“I don’t know what cow tipping is, but it sounds as if Miss Behavior is already up to no good.” He shook a finger, laughing as he pretended to reprimand her.

“Ilid, Clan Amgar needs to get Jennifer settled and return to their workday. We’ll have to say our goodbyes for now. We’ll see you again, Jennifer?” Diju sounded hopeful.

Jennifer kept her gaze locked on Ilid. “I certainly plan on it.”

“If only to distract you from mayhem.” He dipped a traditional Kalquorian bow to her. “I look forward to hearing all about you toiling in the fields while seeking to keep your shoes clean. Until then, Matara Jennifer Seng.” He winked, his broad grin dispelling the formality.

Wistful loss swept through her as Ilid and his family said their goodbyes and walked away. For some reason, it bothered Charity “Jennifer Seng” Nath to see her would-be lover leave, unaware of her true identity.

* * * * * 

Using the alias Jennifer Seng, Charity Nath hides on Haven, a planet settled by Earthers and Kalquorians. She’s less than thrilled to be on the agricultural outpost where the height of culture is a play titled Cow Patties in Paradise. With a bounty on her head and ruthless enemies determined to cash in, she has little choice but to work on Clan Amgar’s farm until the danger is past. At least the view is nice, thanks to three young, handsome Kalquorians…but they have their own secrets they’re unwilling to share.

After his encounter with a merciless entity that performed horrific medical tests on him, Dramok Ilid is eager for a place where he can feel safe again. Haven’s strict security protocols mean the pandemic raging in his home empire has little chance of striking the planet. Better yet, there’s little opportunity for the enemy Darks who traumatized him to show up either. Still, he knows he isn’t the man to lead a clan of his own despite the tempting potential of his new friends who are everything he could hope for. 

Imdiko Mitag is charming, gorgeous, and resolved to draw out the trio who seem perfect for the clan he’s always dreamed of. His eagerness conceals a long-ago tragedy and an unloving childhood he’s determined won’t dictate the rest of his life, if he can convince the others.

It isn’t that Nobek Detodev doesn’t want friends and lovers. As a Nobek who hates who he is, he’s certain no one else could want him. His aloof persona begins to crack when Charity, Ilid, and Mitag refuse to let him remain unapproachable. But surely they’ll run when they discover the truth.

When Charity comes under attack by those who’ll stop at nothing to destroy the uneasy peace between Earth II and Kalquor, the quartet finds secrets are the greatest danger to keeping her safe. Can her life and their growing love survive the truth of their pasts?

After six years, a new novel for the original Clans of Kalquor series…the fiftieth book in the Kalquor Universe…is here. One big adventure in two versions celebrates this milestone. Version One is the traditional Clans of Kalquor heroine-centric story. Version Two is both a Clans of Kalquor and Clan Beginnings same-sex-friendly edition. Both versions are here in one volume. Choose which to read…or read both.

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Surprise! Alien Haven is on Sale (in some stores)

 

Well, hello. If you're surprised by the headline, I'm right there with you. The release of Clans of Kalquor 13: Alien Haven, has been beset by all sorts of mayhem. I was on the brink of announcing it coming out on November 29. Today I discovered, much to my chagrin, that certain booksellers already have it on sale rather than pre-order, and I can't get them to switch it back. And another bookseller has put the rankings and comments of Alien Redemption on Alien Haven's sales page. Nice, huh?

So here's the lowdown: for those of you who don't know, Smashwords was bought out by Draft2Digital. It was through Smashwords that sellers like Barnes & Noble, Apple, and Kobo, to name a few, received my books. Now it's through D2D.

Alien Haven is my first book to be loaded onto the D2D platform. I went through the process carefully, made sure to put November 29 as the release date, and hit "Submit." All seemed well until the emails started rolling in this morning. "Your book is now on sale at Smashwords." "Your book is now on sale at Barnes & Noble." 

"Hmm," says I. "Surely they meant on pre-order." I check the links...and no, those aren't pre-orders. The book is on sale. Right now. With no promotion, no excerpts to lead up to the big day. And...no way for me to fix it. I tried. D2D somehow reverted it to an immediate release, and I can't change it. To say I'm disappointed might be putting it lightly.

I mean, this is the 50th Kalquor Universe book! A return to the original Clans of Kalquor series. It was due having a big deal made of it, right? I'd certainly planned to.

Sigh. 

I'd already set up the Amazon release for the 29th. The bulk of my readers use Kindle. So with no relief in sight from D2D, I moved up the release for Kindle...but the earliest it can be had on that platform is November 12. The print book is on sale now. At least I could manage that.

Oh, and another major glitch, thanks to Kindle. The sales page for Alien Haven on Amazon? Yeah, that's the one with Alien Redemption's reviews. If you own Alien Redemption, when you go to buy Alien Haven, it'll alert you that you've already bought it. It won't keep you from pre-ordering or buying Alien Haven, but cue the confusion. Ditto for the print link...if you click that from Haven's kindle page, it'll take you to Redemption's print sales page.

Are we having fun yet?

Okay. Deep breath. Life has handed me this big ol' basket of lemons. Time to make lemonade. 

Let's do this.

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Clans of Kalquor 13: Alien Haven

Two versions in one book!

If you had told me way back when that my first book, Alien Embrace, would spawn a series, I’d have laughed. A bunch of stories of intense romance between three doubly-endowed aliens and a human woman? Right. I’d have suspected there was a bridge in Brooklyn you want to sell me too.

If you’d told me it was the first of fifty books set in the Kalquorian universe, I would have asked you what you’d been drinking and could I please have a bottle or five?

Yet here we are, and the books are still coming. To say I’m amazed would be putting it lightly. I mean…FIFTY books about Kalquor! That’s a staggering number.

It seems fitting this particular story returns us to the original series, Clans of Kalquor, which I thought I’d wrapped up in 2018. When I put Charity Nath and Dramok Ilid on board a shuttle at the end of the fifth installment of the Dark Empire series, I realized they had their own separate story to tell. It was almost immediately obvious theirs was a Clans of Kalquor story.

At first. For at the end of their journey to the agricultural planet of Haven, awaited two more young men, Nobek Detodev and Imdiko Mitag. Here were four people, strangers to each other, on a collision course of love and adventure. I couldn’t deny it also felt the story fit in the Clan Beginnings series. A little problem on that front: Clans of Kalquor has always been all about the men loving the woman only, and Clan Beginnings is geared toward the men turning to each other for intimacy. 

Which route would I choose? That turned out to be the wrong question. The right question is, what will you, the reader, choose? 

There are two versions of Alien Haven included in each volume. The first is what you’d expect from the Clans of Kalquor series: it’s all about the heroes doting on the heroine, no same-sex interaction.

Version Two is quite a bit freer. It contains a mashup of Clans of Kalquor and the same-sex intimate interplay between the heroes of a Clan Beginnings series. 

The choice of which to read…or to read both versions…is yours. I hope you enjoy whatever path you set out upon as we take our fiftieth journey together in the Kalquor Universe. 

With much love and gratitude,
Tracy
 

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Using the alias Jennifer Seng, Charity Nath hides on Haven, a planet settled by Earthers and Kalquorians. She’s less than thrilled to be on the agricultural outpost where the height of culture is a play titled Cow Patties in Paradise. With a bounty on her head and ruthless enemies determined to cash in, she has little choice but to work on Clan Amgar’s farm until the danger is past. At least the view is nice, thanks to three young, handsome Kalquorians…but they have their own secrets they’re unwilling to share.

After his encounter with a merciless entity that performed horrific medical tests on him, Dramok Ilid is eager for a place where he can feel safe again. Haven’s strict security protocols mean the pandemic raging in his home empire has little chance of striking the planet. Better yet, there’s little opportunity for the enemy Darks who traumatized him to show up either. Still, he knows he isn’t the man to lead a clan of his own despite the tempting potential of his new friends who are everything he could hope for. 

Imdiko Mitag is charming, gorgeous, and resolved to draw out the trio who seem perfect for the clan he’s always dreamed of. His eagerness conceals a long-ago tragedy and an unloving childhood he’s determined won’t dictate the rest of his life, if he can convince the others.

It isn’t that Nobek Detodev doesn’t want friends and lovers. As a Nobek who hates who he is, he’s certain no one else could want him. His aloof persona begins to crack when Charity, Ilid, and Mitag refuse to let him remain unapproachable. But surely they’ll run when they discover the truth.

When Charity comes under attack by those who’ll stop at nothing to destroy the uneasy peace between Earth II and Kalquor, the quartet finds secrets are the greatest danger to keeping her safe. Can her life and their growing love survive the truth of their pasts?

After six years, a new novel for the original Clans of Kalquor series…the fiftieth book in the Kalquor Universe…is here. One big adventure in two versions celebrates this milestone. Version One is the traditional Clans of Kalquor heroine-centric story. Version Two is both a Clans of Kalquor and Clan Beginnings same-sex-friendly edition. Both versions are here in one volume. Choose which to read…or read both.

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Chapter 1, Scene 1

The woman who’d introduced herself to her shipmates as Jennifer Seng ran her palms along Dramok Ilid’s chiseled chest as he drowned her in a kiss. He clutched her honey-blond hair in a demanding manner that excited her. “Jennifer” had enjoyed intimacy with a few men, including aliens at the university she’d attended until recently, but never a Kalquorian.

His body, still fully clothed, was a revelation of curves and hollows. Kalquorians were naturally muscled. Jennifer’s companion, slightly older than her twenty years, had obviously worked to add to his delicious physique, improving on what genetics had generously bestowed.

They’d had a couple bottles of kloq to start their tryst in her tiny sleeping quarters. They traveled on board a Kalquorian fleet shuttle, which was taking them to the planet Haven. The room was cramped from the massive bed Jennifer and Ilid writhed on. She’d compensated for the tight space by ordering the window and ceiling vids to display the vast stretch of space the shuttle shot through. Satin blackness was dotted by sequin stars overhead and next to the bed they lounged upon.

Had she thought of them as lounging in their star-speckled retreat? No, they weren’t doing anything so restful or serene. They were squirming and groping and clutching, rumpling the cover and sheets to a fine mess.

The handsome Kalquorian tasted of the warm ale they’d imbibed. The scent of his arousal, a sweetish aroma accented by the bite of spice, mingled excitingly with his flavor. 

He lay half on her, his excitement hard against her thigh through their clothes. He was intent on removing barriers as he kissed her deeply and passionately. He tugged on the front of her blouse, parting the resealable seam to bare her to his eager touch.

Two days. It had taken her this long to get him where she’d wanted him from the moment she’d set eyes on him in the shuttle’s main cabin. They were mere hours from docking at her port of exile. She was thrilled to have at last herded him where curiosity and pure lust could be satisfied.

He succeeded in getting her top open, and his hand was hot as he rubbed along her abdomen and ribs. He found her bra-clad breast and rubbed his thumb on the brazen nipple poking at the fabric.

Thank the prophets he acted as if he were in as much of a hurry to get to the good stuff as she. He didn’t delay by undoing her bra. He simply shoved it up toward her throat, and his calloused fingers closed on bared voluptuous flesh. A flash of brilliant excitement shot straight to her pussy, and her wide-mouthed moan interrupted their kiss.

“Ancestors,” he muttered, purple cat-pupil eyes staring at her. “You bear no resemblance to the fabled repressed Earther female.”

She smirked. “I’m not only not repressed, I’m extremely vocal. As our earlier petting has forewarned you. I hope you like it loud.”

His grin lit his bronze face. “Where you’re concerned, I like it any way you’ll give it to me. Especially since my parents are nowhere in the area.”

An important point. Their transportation was an older shuttle, and the walls weren’t soundproof. Ilid’s parent clan’s quarters were next door to Jennifer. His room was on the opposite side of his adoring fathers and mother, collectively known as Clan Codab. Their proximity on the small vessel and Jennifer’s uncontrollably loud delight during sex were the reasons it had taken the couple so long to get a real chance at intimacy. 

There was nothing like parental presence to dampen even the fieriest of youthful urges.

Ilid buried his face between Jennifer’s ample breasts, groaning his approval. Her breath caught as he kissed his way to a nipple, then to the other. He’d admitted to little experience with women…none where Earthers or the rare Kalquorian females still in existence were concerned. Nonetheless, she discovered no reason to complain as his hot mouth licked and sucked and kissed her to heady rapture. 

“Still too many clothes,” she gasped. She pulled at his soft blue shirt, untucking it from the black trousers he filled out oh so well. She wanted to feel him naked against her.

“Ladies first,” Ilid chuckled. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head to thwart her eager attempts to unclothe him. 

The hint of dominance sent wet warmth fleeing between her thighs. Dramoks were the breed acknowledged as Kalquor’s natural leaders. During the two days they’d spent together, Jennifer had seen hints of command from Ilid on occasion, but not as often as the majority of Dramoks she’d encountered. The sudden control he exerted was a thrill. 

He was intent on stripping her, but she sensed the constraint he placed on himself to do so. He concentrated on thoroughly enjoying all he revealed. She was delighted at how he meticulously unfastened her belt and slid it through the loops of her pants’ waistband. He slowly peeled them down her legs. He licked his lips as he eyed her lacy panties, which matched the bra crumpled above her chest. He paused to inspect his conquest, and Jennifer basked in the satisfaction of her curvy figure. At least that hadn’t been altered when she’d left behind her identity on Alpha Space Station. She’d have fought the Kalquorian Empire’s spy contingent tooth and nail if they’d attempted to change one inch of her lush five-foot-six frame. The modifications to her hair, eyes, and face had been more than she could stand as it was, thank you very much.

Ilid stroked the skin he’d revealed, his expression of reverence shaking her. She’d been gazed at appreciatively, lustfully, and hungrily, but never had anyone appeared worshipful before. She wasn’t sure anyone should be stared at in such a manner. Her particularly.

“Magnificent,” he breathed and went for her panties.

They wetly peeled from her flexing pussy. He drew an admiring sniff. He grinned at her and tossed a glance at the ceiling. “Watch the sky.”

“As an astronomy student, I watch it all the time. I’d rather watch you.” 

His tone took on the edge of a Dramok’s natural command and repeated, “Watch the sky.”

She huffed even as she obeyed instinctively. Dramoks had the ability to encourage compliance from the reluctant. Jennifer wasn’t reluctant in the least when it came to sex with Ilid. She also wasn’t known for submitting without a fight. Or at least an intense discussion.

As he kissed, licked, nipped, and caressed every inch of exposed flesh he could find, she found the will to surrender, if only for a few seconds. Each instant of contact roused her higher, and her excited noises grew loud as he worked his way lower. Her gyrations increased too. He’d descended halfway down her abdomen when she bucked hard enough for him to look up.

“Do I need to tie you up?”

A surge of exhilaration greeted his threat. Or maybe it was his hot yet steely gaze. 

“How?” she smarted off, pretending there was no tremble in her voice. “Do you see any ropes floating around space?” She gestured at the ceiling.

“I suggest you stay still and take it or suffer the consequences.” He was in full Dramok mode. 

Jennifer blew a raspberry and snuggled deep into the bed, as if sinking in it might keep her immobilized. She wished they did have some rope. The idea of being helpless for Ilid’s attentions was a stimulating notion.

He kissed her deeply to take any sting from his dominant demand. His muscled thighs squirmed between hers. She dared to shift so his crotch, deliciously engorged behind the trousers, rubbed where it felt most incredible. 

“Watch the sky,” he muttered, moving down. 

No argument this time as he mouthed her throat, her breasts, her abdomen. She loved the vast depths of space, teasing its mysteries of far reaches in the distant twinkles of planets and stars. There was no better view than infinity as Ilid slid her legs up on his shoulders and bent to where her pulse pounded hardest.
His rough, raw silk tongue lapped. She unleashed a cry of rapture, singing to the galaxy her pleasure. Another lick and a ringing shout of her avid approval as bliss devoured her—

“…can’t imagine even a fleet vessel mess crew thinking such a meal is worthy of being served…”

Jennifer gasped as Matara Diju’s voice spoke outside her door. She shoved at Ilid. “Your parents!”

He came up, his lips shiny from her passion and scowled. “Damn!” he hissed so he couldn’t be heard. “Why are they back from dinner so soon?”

“Apparently, the food wasn’t very good.” She could hear them chattering about under-tenderized ronka and pastry burnt at the edges as they entered their quarters. She eyed his obvious excitement, which hadn’t eased despite the shock of nearly being overheard. She wondered if his discomfort was worse than her own ache of unfulfillment. “Damn. We were so close. Me especially.”

He grimaced, adjusting himself. The shuttle was small, a nondescript little vessel. The craft had been utilized by the spy arm of Kalquor’s fleet to escape unwanted attention as it transported those who needed to keep a low profile to safety. 

In short, there was nowhere besides the sleeping quarters to escape to for a tryst. Since Jennifer’s pussy had a direct connection to her vocal cords, even those “private spaces” were no real sanctuary from sensitive Kalquorian hearing. Particularly when it came to the ears of doting parents.

Her disappointment was tinged by curiosity. She wondered once more why Ilid and his parent clan warranted a secretive escort to Haven. Ilid had hinted he’d once been on a spyship crew before leaving the fleet. His former duty had allowed them to hitch a ride when their application to visit the mixed Earther-Kalquorian colony of Haven on business had been approved.

Jennifer strongly suspected there was more to the story than had been revealed. Ilid had little to say when it came to his recent past. The haunted expression he often wore and the way his parents’ often nervous attention focused on him suggested he was running from someone or something. 

Jennifer had her own issues and her own secrets to keep, however. Taking on another person’s problems was beyond her current capacity. She liked Ilid, but she’d firmly counseled herself he was simply a distraction from her exile to what she feared was the most backward planet in the known galaxy. 

He smiled at her ruefully as he helped her recover her clothes. “We’ll both be close to the town of Sunrise, smack in the middle of farms and ranchlands. I’m sure we can find a place to meet where we can both yell our heads off and not be heard.”

“Yay for Planet Farm Hell, where the deer and the ronka play. Just don’t expect me to go for a roll where we might find their blessings heaped.” Jennifer swept her hair loose from the blouse she’d put on, letting still-unfamiliar honeyed waves tumble to her shoulders.

Ilid chuckled. After their conversations, he was aware of her sight-unseen opinion of Haven. “I’ll make it a point to scout out the cleanest pastures.”

“Ha! Find us a nice room in a decent inn, or forget it.” She grinned and kissed his lush lips, making it a hearty smack. At least she could get away with that amount of noise. Ilid’s parents continued to audibly chatter their low opinions of the kitchen staff on the other side of the too-thin wall.

“Consider the earliest reservation at a local inn done.” Ilid sighed his regret as he closed her blouse, hiding her heavy breasts from his view.

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Time to Retire?

 Hi all. I hope you've been enjoying Dark Empire Book Five: Desperate Measures. I'm delighted your patronage put it on a couple of Amazon's bestseller categories. It means so much to me.

Unfortunately, the time has come to emerge from my beloved fictional worlds and face reality. Since graduating high school, my special needs son, who is currently unable to work or attend college, has been demanding more of my time and energy. I was already overwhelmed by the responsibilities I had, so this has been a rocky adjustment period. 

I live in Georgia, which is sixth from the bottom in the U.S. for disability services. When a child with intellectual disabilities enters adulthood, the situation becomes worse. It's as if the state declares him or her as magically cured at the age of eighteen and leaves them out to dry. There are a few options, but it's a massive bureaucratic fight to access services to assist my son and family so I have the time to devote to writing.

Thus, I'm considering semi-retirement. I can still fit in some writing, but the books would be released at a rate of only one a year...two, if I'm really lucky. In such a case, I'd be doing other work that isn't quite as time-consuming as writing in order to meet my responsibilities as a mother and guardian. 

I am weighing some options that will allow me to earn a livelihood. Among the choices I have, Patreon would give me access to an income while affording readers consistent monthly material to enjoy...and allow me time to meet my son's needs. Using Patreon, I could produce in small but steady increments of writing, blogs, first-looks at books still being written, etc. I might be able to afford a caregiver for a few hours a day, during which I'd be able to write books at the rate we're accustomed to and make semi-retirement unnecessary. It's a thought, and I'm researching it among my other income possibilities.

No decision has been made yet as to where I go from here. I still have books I've begun and plan to finish, such as Clans of Kalquor 13: Alien Haven, the fiftieth book in the Kalquor Universe. I'm hoping to have that particular book out by the end of the year. If I do decide on semi-retirement from writing, it won't come until 2025.

No matter the final decision, I thank you for having followed Kalquor's journey for so long. It is truly a delight to write for all of you. You have my gratitude and love for making my life as an author possible. Thank you so very, very much.

Tracy

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Toni and Clan Imon: dinner and dare we hope romance? Don't tell Stacy.

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Toni had been curious what Imon, Feru, and Wovir would thinkof Southern cooking, the specialty of Peaches and Dreams. It was owned by acouple who’d hailed from the southeast portion of Georgia on old Earth. Sheneedn’t have worried. The trio wolfed down fried pork chops, catfish, collardgreens, sweet potato casserole, baked macaroni and cheese, and cornbread as ifthey’d been starved for months.

“The fleet’s grocery bill must be astronomical,” shechuckled after swallowing a mouthful of the casserole, her favorite dish amongthe delicious offerings.

“Feeding Kalquorians is serious business,” Imon agreed.“Wovir alone could probably put away an entire ronka.”

“Perhaps we should re-evaluate our plans to leave the fleet.I’m not sure we can afford to support our stomachs as civilians,” Feru mused.

“You’re leaving the fleet?” Toni asked.

“Maybe. We’ve been tossing the idea around, but we haven’tactually decided.”

“I doubt we will as long as this concern about the Darks isunresolved.” Wovir paused his attack on his third chop. “It’s sounding like anall-hands-on-deck situation.”

Toni hated to have made a snap assumption of the Nobek basedon his appearance, but she admitted to herself she had. He looked the part of abrute…handsome, but a brute, nonetheless. Listening to him speak, however, hadinformed her there was a vast intellect behind those deadly features. He showedevery sign of having as much brainpower as his psychologist Imdiko andlieutenant commander navigator Dramok.

Imon shrugged. “There’s no hurry to move on.”

“What would you do after the fleet?” Toni asked. “Haven’tyou been part of it for a long time?”

“Decades.” Feru’s answer reminded her of how slowlyKalquorians aged. He appeared to be in his thirties. Imon’s and Wovir’sfeatures would have suited human men in their forties. Toni guessed theyactually ranged between sixty and eighty. They weren’t even middle-aged fortheir species.

“I suppose you’d continue your psychology practice, Feru.What about you two? What would life following military service look like foryou, Wovir?”

“I’m not too old to apply to join Kalquor’s Global Securityforce,” the Nobek answered offhandedly. “My service record as a member of myship’s security would offer me an excellent chance of getting in.”

“You wouldn’t think a mere transport would find trouble, butwe certainly have,” Imon declared. “Especially when we began shuttling Earthersfrom your original planet following our war. The first trip…wow.”

“Tragooms boarded the ship twice.” Wovir’s expressiondisplayed a distant quiet pleasure, as if he recalled a particularly happymemory. “I fought in close quarters against them. Hand-to-hand at one point.That’s where this mark of honor came from.” He showed a jagged dark scar on theunderside of his forearm. It ran from his wrist to his elbow. No doubt he’dbeen in danger of bleeding out from such a wound.

Toni had to restrain a chuckle trying to rise in the wake ofher initial horror. Only a member of the warrior breed would be so delightedover near-death. “Impressive. I doubt you’d have trouble landing any jobdemanding battle skills.”

“Thank you.” He returned to his chops, radiatingcontentment.

Toni turned her gaze to Imon. “And you? What does aplanet-bound career hold for you?”

The Dramok finished a sip of the beer he’d ordered. “I havea background in computer science and technology. I’d probably pursueprogramming.”

“So modest,” Feru snorted. “He owns patents on many of thelatest upgrades to the fleet’s ships. Home and business A.I. interfaces? Idoubt there’s a facility on Kalquor that doesn’t use tech Imon created.”

“It’s my hobby.”

“Some hobby,” Toni said. “Why are you slaving on a transportvehicle if you’re so talented?”

He grinned. “What better laboratory than a space vesselwhere I can try my ideas and get paid for goofing off? The fleet scores bigwhenever I come up with a new upgrade, so I’m allowed to experiment on portionsof the transport’s system. It’s a win-win situation for both sides.”

“I’m surprised you aren’t running things.”

“They try to promote me routinely.”

“A million times,” Feru corrected, gazing at his clanmateproudly.

“I refuse since the duties of a first officer and abovewould interfere with the hours I devote to tinkering. It’s reaching the pointwhere being a lieutenant commander is also interfering.”

“Is it why you’re thinking along the lines of leaving?”

“It plays a major part. Truth is, I’m bored. We all are. Wejoined the fleet to do something worthwhile and interesting.”

“And exciting. Things are picking up now, but once we handthe Darks their asses and send them packing to their own dimension? It’ll be asnooze fest again,” Wovir proclaimed.

“Kalquor might offer a bit of fun.” Imon leveled his charmat her. “The hope of attracting a female mate to our clan is a consideration.We’d probably have better luck if we could offer amenities beyond crampedship’s quarters.”

She wagged a finger at him at the unsubtle hint, butcuriosity prompted her to tease, “No one’s fallen hard enough for you tooverlook that little detail, huh?”

“We came up on the lottery in the early days,” Feru said.“We had five opportunities to attract an Earther Matara. We used our chances tothe utmost when it came to the women we met on their journey to Kalquor, and wethought we’d found the perfect lady…but we’d had no plans to leave the fleet atthen. She wasn’t up for a life of touring military bases, so we lost ourchance.”

“Even now, we’ve more or less given up on a femaleclanmate.” Imon’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a shadow of regret. “Aclan ambivalent about its future isn’t a huge attraction.”

“Every time we’re ready to leave the fleet, something comesup,” Wovir added. “The allegations this hostile force the Darks has overcomethe GC and has its sights set on the empire is such an emergency. We can’t turnfrom duty, even if it’s only to evacuate refugees and transport ground troopsto battlegrounds.”

“So we’ll continue to enjoy the company of lovely Eartherssuch as yourself when possible.” Imon winked.

Toni arched a brow at him. “Don’t you dare tell me you havea girl in every port. I don’t want to hear I’m one of several.”

Feru laughed. “Hardly. Our last date was…ancestors, it mighthave been as long as a year ago.”

“No. It couldn’t be.” Imon’s brow furrowed as he calculated.“We took leave on Dantovon six months ago.”

“Paid Beonid companionship hardly counts as a real date,”Wovir polished off a glass of whiskey. He eyed Toni’s depleted wine glass andsignaled the waiter for refills.

“I should hope not.” Toni was amused at herself for takingpleasure in being the attractive clan’s first date in ages.

The night wore on. The conversation flowed easily, and sherealized she was putting off going home. Even after their dishes had been sweptclear and they agreed they’d had their limit of drinks…Toni stopped at twoglasses of wine and the men had quit early too…they continued to talk. Thesubjects ranged the gamut: their jobs, their backgrounds, even the shows andmusic they enjoyed. And still Toni delayed the moment she’d have to saygoodbye.

At last, noticing the waiter eyeing them and the emptyingtables as the restaurant prepared to close, Toni admitted what she had neverthought she would. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but would you think lessof me if I invited you to take me home for a nightcap? Maybe more?”

Grins bloomed around her. “We don’t view such invitations asEarthers do. You’re as honorable a woman whether we say goodbye now or in themorning,” Imon reminded her.

“I know, I know. Old habits die hard. I made it pretty clearearly on I feel three men are too many. Still…” She wasn’t sure how to finish.

“Curiosity?”

“Partly. Mostly, I like you guys. Not enough to run off tothe stars…or military sites,” she quickly added with a laugh. “But I like you.I’m having fun. I don’t want it to end until you have to leave.”

Imon glanced at his clanmates, then beamed his brilliantsmile. “Yes, Toni. We’d love to go home with you.”

“If you change your mind at any time, just say so.” Feruchuckled. “Thanks to our work evacuating your first Earth, we understand howoverwhelming an entire clan can be to humans.”

“All right then.” Toni was shocked to feel relief they’dagreed.

Who am I tonight? If Stacy learns of this, she’ll neverlet me hear the end of it.

* * * *

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Former nun Cheryl Taupin and her husband Nobek Besral,in charge of the remaining orphans of Earth’s Armageddon, watch the terribleevents unfolding in the Dark-overrun Galactic Council of Planets. Kalquoriansin Galactic Council space are being rounded up to suffer an unknown fate andmartial law is declared on many of the system’s worlds. A desperate plea to theKalquorian Empire sends Admiral Piras and Captain Kila to the orphanage…but howcan a lone spyship protect hundreds of children against the full might of theGalactic Council’s warships bent on destruction?

Charity Nath has been brought to Alpha Space Stationto hide from those determined to exact vengeance against her father. Young andirrepressible, she’s determined to claim a measure of freedom from stiflingrestrictions placed on her. When her identity and location are revealed, herKalquorian protectors must thwart those who’d harm her while contending withher stubborn refusal to be kept in check.

Imdiko Betra has done his best to put the past behindhim. He knows letting go of the only woman he could ever love was the bestcourse of action. But when he encounters Shalia Monroe again, his heart speakslouder than his conscience. Will unquenchable desire destroy the life she’sbuilt, or will Betra’s clanmates Oses and Resan stop him from doing theunthinkable?

Against the backdrop of pandemic and plague, Kalquorand Earth II fight for their very survival against an enemy they’re onlybeginning to learn the strength of. As the All tightens its fearsome grip onthe galaxy, humans and Kalquorians alike tremble on the verge of annihilation.

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Toni meets the clan she never expected...the clan she can't resist. Well, at least as far as dinner's concerned.

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Earth II

“The seal is broken. Half of what should be in this bin is missing.”Toni waved her handheld displaying an invoice from the seller at the transportcarrier’s chief officer.

New Hope City’s spaceport was a hectic hive of activity. Shewas forced to shout over the din at the Chesran in charge of his ship’s cargo.It was just as well; she would have been shouting anyway after fifteen minutesof arguing.

The squat green-skinned alien whose ears were as big as hisskull bared sharp teeth at her. “I told you, you have to take it up with theseller.”

“According to the shipping officer who personally supervisedthe loading of my order, all seals were intact! There are supposed to betwenty-five more handhelds in this bin.” Toni stood a full foot taller than theChesran and had no qualms about looming over him in a threatening manner.

The Chesran had apparently never encountered a furious humanwoman before, a female Earther who had no problem stomping him into a greenpuddle. A woman who actually enjoyed engaging in major disputes. “Maybe helied. It makes no matter to me whether you accept the cargo or not. We get paidin any case.”

She hated the idea of calling the officer who’d arranged forthe first of supplies for a new school to serve the incoming refugees. Itdidn’t matter the head of Supplies and Requisitions was Dramok Rihep on AlphaSpace Station, through whom she’d placed the order. It didn’t matter he was hersister’s fiancée and would put this slimeball pirate in his place.

What mattered was Toni wanted respect on her own terms. Shewanted people to acknowledge she was no one to screw over. Starting with thisasshole.

It was time to go nuclear. She pocketed her handheld andwaded in.

“Look, you little wart. You’ll give me my full order, or Istart ripping off parts until I’m happy again. Those ears, for instance, willmake fine umbrellas. This onion you call a nose is next. I’ll tear out yourlying tongue and use it to wipe my ass.”

As she seethed, she advanced on him, her hands hooked intoclaws. The Chesran at last recognized he might be in trouble. He backed up afew steps. His tone was still belligerent, though defensively so.

“Look, you lunatic Earther—”

“Oh, you haven’t seen lunatic. But you’ll feel it, I promiseyou.”

“Excuse me, Matara. May I be of some assistance?”

The calm voice behind her spoke English, in the typicalslight slurring of a Kalquorian accent.

Great. Some would-be hero running to the rescue insteadof letting an equally big, bad woman handle her own business. Not me, baby. NotRosa Nichols’ daughter Antonia.

Toni whirled to give the good Samaritan his walking ordersunder no uncertain terms. Her angry words died on her lips.

He was big, all right. Bad? She wouldn’t have bet on it. Itwas an Imdiko’s gentle, open face confronting her, his expression earnest andconcerned.

What a face, framed by waves of below-shoulder-length hair.It was as handsome as it was kind, boasting chiseled cheekbones, a straight,aristocratic nose, and full decadent lips. There was nothing lacking in hisbody either, which was clad in a green-trimmed black fleet uniform. He wasmagnificently muscled where armored padding failed to hide his physique.

Toni’s mind went blank as instant attraction froze themoment in a snapshot. She’d seen scores of stunning Kalquorians, had lustedafter her share, but no one had ever left her gaping as this man did.

“Matara? Is this Chesran giving you difficulty?”

Chesran? What’s a Chesran?

The fog that had abruptly consumed her brain began to lift.The Chesran. Right. The thieving, lying little green shit she’d been determinedto stomp then scrape from her shoe.

“He, uh, he won’t…the bin…seal broken…supplies for thechildren…”

Sweet prophets, she couldn’t get her mouth to work. She toreher gaze from the mesmerizing sight of the Imdiko and woke up in time to noticethe Chesran turning his from her and stalking toward his ship.

Fury burned off the Kalquorian’s spell. “Oh no you don’t,you cheat. Get your ugly green ass back here and tell me where my handheldsare!” She stormed after him.

He hurried faster, breaking into a trot.

A black blur shot past them both, then resolved into thebrain-breaking Imdiko, who stood glowering in the Chesran’s path. The alienyelped and jerked to a halt.

“Where is the woman’s merchandise?” The Kalquorian’s tonewas quiet, but there was menace in it.

“I don’t…we had engine trouble,” the Chesran gasped. “It wasa bumpy ride. Maybe the bin broke open and the missing pieces spilled out. Ican have the cargo bay searched.”

“A very good idea. I take it most of the cargo has beenoffloaded? It shouldn’t take you more than…” the Imdiko considered. “Fifteenminutes to find how many, Matara?”

Toni fought a scowl. He was only trying to help, though hisefforts were undermining her ability to solve her own problems. “Twenty-five.”

“Twenty-five.” The Kalquorian smiled at her then leveled hisstare at the Chesran. “Hopefully, none will be broken. Fifteen minutes?”

“Make it ten,” a heavy voice growled.

Another Kalquorian strode forward. Toni gaped at themenacing creature who stalked up to stand next to the Imdiko.

Definitely a Nobek. She wondered how someone could be sobrutish and handsome at once. Stacy’s sweetheart Kuran was certainly a toughspecimen, but he also possessed a decent helping of civilization.

Not so this fellow. He appeared capable of snacking onmetal. His formsuit, also of the fleet variety, possessed no body armor shecould discern. It displayed an insanely chiseled physique. Displayed? More likeflaunted. The fabric of his uniform molded to the muscular swells of hisabdomen.

And other fascinating swells lower down.

He wasn’t looking at Toni, but her knees shivered as if madeof gelatin. She prayed his glance wouldn’t swing her way, lest she drop to thefloor before his power.

“I suggest you do as he says,” a third deep voice noted inamusement. “My clanmate Wovir isn’t the most patient of men.”

Toni turned. Another fleet officer, sporting Dramok-bluetrim on his uniform. Armored, thank the prophets, though he was apparently noslouch in the muscleman category himself. His goateed features were sharp withsarcastic humor as he eyed the Chesran.

Damn. Three styles of delicious, apparently a clan. Awoman wouldn’t have to choose. She can take the whole platter home. On theheels of that, Toni’s better sense spoke up. Nope. Not gonna do a wholeclan. Oh hell no.

But…damn, the temptation.

“Ten minutes. Sure. I’ll be right back.” The Chesran fled tohis ship’s open cargo area, his long tail literally curled between his legs ashe did so.

“Should I follow him?” To Toni’s relief, the Nobek’s threatdiminished as he consulted his clanmates. He was still an icon of sheerdestruction, but at least he didn’t appear ready to shred those in hisimmediate vicinity any longer.

“Give him five minutes.” The Dramok’s tone was upbeat,cheerful. “Then loom over him. Growl a bit.”

The Imdiko merely chuckled and shook his head. “You two. Iwas handling the situation fine.”

“You were, but group intimidation is so much fun.” TheDramok turned his smirk to Toni, which turned into a real smile. “Hello. I hopeyou don’t mind us rendering assistance.”

“No. Thank you.” She tried to shake her dazed reaction off,to assert herself appropriately. “Actually, I was working on teaching him torespect Earther women. You ruined the lesson.”

“Would it help if I were to assure you of my respect? Yourthreat to rip out his tongue and treat it as it so obviously deserved wasglorious. Do you mind if I borrow that particular warning?”

“Uh…” Toni’s face heated as she recalled the exceptionallycrude comment.

“It was among the best threats I’ve heard.” A slight smiletoned down the Nobek’s feral visage further…but he still looked part beast. Anadmiring beast, who bowed to her as his companions did.

“Dramok Imon,” the goateed Kalquorian said. “These are myclanmates, Imdiko Feru and Nobek Wovir. Whom do we have the pleasure ofrescuing, though she was in no need of it?”

“If you’re being condescending or engaging in flattery, youcan save it.” She scowled despite wanting to return Imon’s insanely charmingbeam.

“Not at all! It’s merely how I talk.”

“Like he’s trying to sell you real estate in a swamp on theplanet Trag.” Wovir surprised Toni by chuckling, which he didn’t appear capableof.

“In the first months of our acquaintance, Wovir punched meno fewer than five occasions before he realized I’m not quite as smarmy as mynatural tone suggests. And Feru, who is one of the most understanding andforgiving men you’ll ever meet…a psychologist, no less…told me to fuck off ondozens of occasions before we clanned. He’s continued to do so since then, butI ignore it now.”

Imon’s grin was infectious. Toni realized she was returningit unconsciously and scowled.

Feru and Wovir laughed at her reaction. The Imdiko who’dstolen her breath said, “Don’t fight it. Imon’s charisma has a habit of blowingpast defenses when you’re unfamiliar with him.”

“Even after.” Imon beamed.

“I’ll be on guard then.” Toni was aware her lips werefighting to curve upward again. “I do owe you thanks for getting the green jerkmoving on my shipment. We have a lot of refugees on the way, particularlychildren, and little time to get ready for them.”

“I’ve heard. This issue of the Darks has thrown both ourworlds into a mess. Our transport brought a few hundred refugees here from theGalactic Council of Planets.” Imon’s smile lost a measure of its voltage, andToni thought she detected concerned kindness beyond its brilliance. “Whom do wehave the pleasure of speaking to?”

“I’m Toni Nichols, director of planetary education.” The newtitle felt odd on her lips, and her tone lacked pride. She wondered if shesounded as uncertain to them as she did to herself.

Maybe not. They appeared impressed. “An important post.There can’t be any compromise when it comes to education. No wonder you weredetermined to teach the Chesran a lesson,” Wovir rumbled approvingly.

“Nichols…is it a common name, or are you related to Earth’sgovernor? Now that I’m thinking about it, you appear remarkably similar,” Ferusaid.

“She’s my sister.”

“A strong family, as well as beautiful,” Imon pronounced.

“You do sound like someone who’d sell Tragoom swampland toinnocent bystanders.”

The men chuckled. “How about lunch? Dinner? A midnightsnack?” the Dramok offered hopefully.

Toni held her hands up in a stop gesture. “I know youaren’t asking me to run off with you, but to be clear, clans aren’t my thing.”

“Are you sure? Have you tried a clan on for size?” Imon’scharm showed no sign of waning. If anything, it increased.

Toni was also impressed that though his statement could havebeen spoken as a double entendre, he’d kept it from his tone. It didn’t matter.“No offense, but I haven’t had much luck when it comes to one guy at a time.You’re definitely two men too many.”

Imon sidled closer and stage-whispered, “I can send Feru andWovir off to do errands. We’ll sneak off, have coffee and conversation.”

The Nobek rolled his eyes. “A word of warning, Matara Toni:Imon by himself is five men too many.”

“I’m getting that impression.” She couldn’t keep fromsnickering.

“One last try, then we’ll respect your refusal and saynothing more,” Feru offered, his expression warm. “You can be assured dinner isall we ask. Our transport leaves in the morning, so you don’t have to go out ofyour way to avoid us.”

“Free meal, no strings.” Imon slightly bent a knee as if hewould kneel, his hands clasped prayerfully. “Please, Matara.”

Toni laughed. “Okay, okay! Free meals are my weakness. Iknow a restaurant where the owners welcome Kalquorian customers, unlike thedickhead Earthtiques around here. Meet me at the spaceport’s main entrance in…”she consulted the time “…three hours.”

“Done.” Imon bowed and his clanmates followed suit, smilingbroadly as they did so. “Ah, here comes our most helpful cargo chief, and I dobelieve he has your missing handhelds.”

“Thank the prophets. And you as well.” Toni was no longerirritated it hadn’t been her to put the Chesran in his place.

No clans. No chance. But she looked forward to dinner withClan Imon just the same.

* * **

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 All-out war has begun, with innocents caught in thecrossfire.

Former nun Cheryl Taupin and her husband Nobek Besral,in charge of the remaining orphans of Earth’s Armageddon, watch the terribleevents unfolding in the Dark-overrun Galactic Council of Planets. Kalquoriansin Galactic Council space are being rounded up to suffer an unknown fate andmartial law is declared on many of the system’s worlds. A desperate plea to theKalquorian Empire sends Admiral Piras and Captain Kila to the orphanage…but howcan a lone spyship protect hundreds of children against the full might of theGalactic Council’s warships bent on destruction?

Charity Nath has been brought to Alpha Space Stationto hide from those determined to exact vengeance against her father. Young andirrepressible, she’s determined to claim a measure of freedom from stiflingrestrictions placed on her. When her identity and location are revealed, herKalquorian protectors must thwart those who’d harm her while contending withher stubborn refusal to be kept in check.

Imdiko Betra has done his best to put the past behindhim. He knows letting go of the only woman he could ever love was the bestcourse of action. But when he encounters Shalia Monroe again, his heart speakslouder than his conscience. Will unquenchable desire destroy the life she’sbuilt, or will Betra’s clanmates Oses and Resan stop him from doing theunthinkable?

Against the backdrop of pandemic and plague, Kalquorand Earth II fight for their very survival against an enemy they’re onlybeginning to learn the strength of. As the All tightens its fearsome grip onthe galaxy, humans and Kalquorians alike tremble on the verge of annihilation.

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The orphanage plans emergency measures.

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Open Arms Orphanage, Mymah

Cheryl listened as Besral read Admiral Tranis’ response tothe message he’d sent.

“Our deepest and sincerest apologies for havingoverlooked those of you who run the orphanage. In the panic to remove personnelin immediate danger from Galactic Council space, we forgot those who are mostvulnerable.

“As you no doubt are aware, Kalquorian vessels have beenbanned forthwith from GC territory following the empire’s accusations of ahostile alien takeover, which I personally can attest to. However, we do have aplan to evacuate the residents of the orphanage in the coming days. With anyluck, the GC will continue to remain blind to your presence until we reach you.Hang on and be ready to leave as soon as we arrive.”

When he finished, Cheryl asked, “No actual timeline. Do youthink we’re in any danger?”

Besral set aside his com unit on his desk. They were in hisoffice, bare of anything but a desk, chairs, and computer. It was where hecarried out his few duties as head of security, a position he’d oncecharacterized as “less than useless.” More often, he was to be found in thegymnasium, leading the children in calisthenics, aerobic activities, anddefensive fighting techniques. He loved teaching enough to quell a Nobek’snatural inclination for battle action.

“We continue to attract no attention from the GalacticCouncil. They seemed to have forgotten us too. As the admiral said, perhapswe’ll be invisible to them long enough to escape.”

“Surely they won’t view us as a threat.”

“Who knows? This news of these dark entities destroying theBi’isils and taking control of the GC…we’ll have to remain vigilant. Andquiet.”

She was shaken at the fear displayed on his rough butbeloved features. Not for himself. She was certain his worry was for her andthe children.

He needed something to do. So did she. “We can’t just sithere and wait for rescue.”

“No.” Relief erased his anxious expression. “A hiding placeis already being worked on by me and my men and the older boys. We can drillthe children on evacuation to it as well as to the escape shuttles the fleetwill send. You, Marci, and Darci should review the go bags and supplies if wefall under siege for some reason.”

“You and I will determine the particulars, then call a staffmeeting.” Cheryl reached the decision to plan for the worst immediately. Shewas no Nobek, but she also preferred action.

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 All-out war has begun, with innocents caught in thecrossfire.

Former nun Cheryl Taupin and her husband Nobek Besral,in charge of the remaining orphans of Earth’s Armageddon, watch the terribleevents unfolding in the Dark-overrun Galactic Council of Planets. Kalquoriansin Galactic Council space are being rounded up to suffer an unknown fate andmartial law is declared on many of the system’s worlds. A desperate plea to theKalquorian Empire sends Admiral Piras and Captain Kila to the orphanage…but howcan a lone spyship protect hundreds of children against the full might of theGalactic Council’s warships bent on destruction?

Charity Nath has been brought to Alpha Space Stationto hide from those determined to exact vengeance against her father. Young andirrepressible, she’s determined to claim a measure of freedom from stiflingrestrictions placed on her. When her identity and location are revealed, herKalquorian protectors must thwart those who’d harm her while contending withher stubborn refusal to be kept in check.

Imdiko Betra has done his best to put the past behindhim. He knows letting go of the only woman he could ever love was the bestcourse of action. But when he encounters Shalia Monroe again, his heart speakslouder than his conscience. Will unquenchable desire destroy the life she’sbuilt, or will Betra’s clanmates Oses and Resan stop him from doing theunthinkable?

Against the backdrop of pandemic and plague, Kalquorand Earth II fight for their very survival against an enemy they’re onlybeginning to learn the strength of. As the All tightens its fearsome grip onthe galaxy, humans and Kalquorians alike tremble on the verge of annihilation.

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Nobek Kuran takes his leave (sort of).

* * * *

Stacy couldn’t help beaming after Toni left. She bragged toKuran, “She’ll amaze everyone here.”

“Her record on Haven speaks for itself. I’m surprised theyhaven’t shown up to kidnap her and force her back.”

“Her com’s been buzzing nonstop since she resigned. They’rebegging her to reconsider and offering a promotion and raise in salary. Nowshe’s ours.” Stacy rubbed her hands and cackled in villainous glee.

“You’d better keep her happy so she doesn’t run off.”Kuran’s amused smile faded. “Speaking of which, I guess this is my officialgoodbye.”

Stacy’s heart gave a lurch, though in truth, Kuran wasn’tgoing anywhere. He’d continue to spend most of his work hours on Earth II inorder to spy on those hostile to its government…and to guard Stacy, whom theEarthtiques had targeted more than once. However, he’d be phased, and shewouldn’t be able to acknowledge his presence.

“Maybe I’ll lose the election. Then we can clan, and I’lllive on Alpha Space Station,” she said.

“As much as I’d love our relationship to be registered, I’mpretty sure you’ll remain governor for the foreseeable future.”

“It’s a tight race. The legislature’s vote to toss Ken outas lieutenant governor after his child bride scandal has actually bolstered hisnumbers.” Stacy shook her head in disbelief, but Ken Bryant’s excuse he’dmarried a close friend’s teenage daughter to save her from the sick intentionsof the original Earth’s leader had found sympathy…and support.

“When are you signing off on his expulsion?”

“It’s supposed to hit my desk early next week.” Her scowldeepened.

“The election is still yours to win.”

“Either way, he and I will have jobs when it’s said anddone.”

Bryant was actually an ally to Stacy, devoted to keeping theEarthtiques from gaining power. He actually had married the underage girl ather dying father’s request to save her from the pedophile Holy Leader BrowningCopeland. Stacy believed the marriage hadn’t been consummated.

Bryant’s attempt to shelter her had failed when he wasforced to give her up or face execution for treason. His pain over the girl’sfate…she’d died young, as so many of Copeland’s wives had…had set theconservative Bryant against Earthtique plans. They thought he was one of them,however. The information he gained from them provided Stacy information tothwart their plots, including those on her life. Stacy and Bryant had manydifferences on government policy, but they agreed there was no room for fanaticalreligious factions in leadership positions.

Stacy respected Ken. “I look forward to restoring hisreputation if I win. He’ll have a major cabinet position in my administration.He’s promised the same to me if he ends up the victor.”

“I’m glad he isn’t the asshole I thought he was. I stilldon’t like him.” Kuran glowered.

“I do. He’s doing important work to keep another Holy Leaderfrom rising to power. Look at the bright side, Kuran. Since you have to bephased all the time now, you can make faces at him and call him bad names. Noone will ever know.”

“It’s a nice perk.” A smile softened his rugged features.“I’d better run along. See you soon.”

“Sooner than I’ll see you,” she sighed. She claimed a kiss.

She watched him leave the room and bid Todd goodbye. Toddeffusively wished him well and assured him he’d miss having him around. Kuranthanked him and strode off to somewhere he could phase without being observed.He’d return in a matter of minutes, but Stacy wouldn’t know when he did.

The end of an era. She sat heavily in her chair,already missing his obvious presence. She tapped on her computer, hoping todistract herself from how complicated life and love for an Earther andKalquorian clan had turned out.

Despite a hectic schedule, the day stretched long and emptybefore her.

* * **

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 All-out war has begun, with innocents caught in thecrossfire.

Former nun Cheryl Taupin and her husband Nobek Besral,in charge of the remaining orphans of Earth’s Armageddon, watch the terribleevents unfolding in the Dark-overrun Galactic Council of Planets. Kalquoriansin Galactic Council space are being rounded up to suffer an unknown fate andmartial law is declared on many of the system’s worlds. A desperate plea to theKalquorian Empire sends Admiral Piras and Captain Kila to the orphanage…but howcan a lone spyship protect hundreds of children against the full might of theGalactic Council’s warships bent on destruction?

Charity Nath has been brought to Alpha Space Stationto hide from those determined to exact vengeance against her father. Young andirrepressible, she’s determined to claim a measure of freedom from stiflingrestrictions placed on her. When her identity and location are revealed, herKalquorian protectors must thwart those who’d harm her while contending withher stubborn refusal to be kept in check.

Imdiko Betra has done his best to put the past behindhim. He knows letting go of the only woman he could ever love was the bestcourse of action. But when he encounters Shalia Monroe again, his heart speakslouder than his conscience. Will unquenchable desire destroy the life she’sbuilt, or will Betra’s clanmates Oses and Resan stop him from doing theunthinkable?

Against the backdrop of pandemic and plague, Kalquorand Earth II fight for their very survival against an enemy they’re onlybeginning to learn the strength of. As the All tightens its fearsome grip onthe galaxy, humans and Kalquorians alike tremble on the verge of annihilation.

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Releasing Tomorrow! Dark Empire Book Five: Desperate Measures - Chapter Three, Scene Four

 

Governor Stacy offers her sister the opportunity of a lifetime...but does Toni want it?

* * * *

Earth II

 

Antonia Nichols, a woman who’d recently moved to Earth IIfrom the Earther-Kalquorian farming colony of Haven, stepped in the governor’soffice. She returned the secretary’s bright grin. “How’s it going, Todd?”

“Great, Ms. Nichols.” Todd, his unruly hair ruffled inphotogenic waves, waved at his boss’ closed office door. “The governor’smeeting with Nobek Kuran and Chief Adams is going a little long.”

“Call me Toni, Todd. Ms. Nichols is my older sister, thebigtime politician.” She winked at him as she took a seat. “I’m only a formerschoolmarm to future farmers.”

“You don’t look like any ‘schoolmarm’ I’ve come across,” helaughed.

Before she could thank him for the compliment, the door toGovernor Stacy Nichols’ office opened. Earth II’s newly installed securitychief Michael Adams emerged and greeted Toni. His smile was its usualclose-lipped mild acknowledgement. Handsome to a fault, but a bit too seriousfor Toni’s taste, his tone was warm. “Good morning, Toni.”

“See, Todd? That’s how it’s done.” She grinned at Mike andoffered her hand. “Can I express my formal congratulations, Chief Adams?”

“Condolences are also accepted,” he chuckled as he acceptedher handshake, his teeth flashing in an outright grin for a change. “Thetraining wheels are off. Hopefully I won’t screw things up.”

“Not a chance.” Todd’s voice was quiet. Perhaps he hadn’tmeant to be heard because he flushed when Mike looked his way.

Toni didn’t miss how pleased Mike appeared to be at Todd’sremark. “Well, I’ll do my best. Chief…former Chief Kuran says he hasfaith in me. His confidence means a lot.”

Gazing at Todd’s badly hidden admiration, Toni couldn’t helpherself. “Any plans to celebrate, Mike?”

“Not really. I’ve been doing the job with minimal input fromKuran for a few weeks now, so it’ll be just another day at the office.”

“But surely a nice lunch? The new Italian place in mid-townis great and not overpriced. Oh, what’s the name?”

“Violi’s,” Todd supplied. “I love it.”

“Yeah? Would you be up for it this afternoon? Around one?”Mike invited.

“Sure! Great.” The secretary lit up like a Christmas tree.

Her work as matchmaker done, Toni left them to figure outthe rest. She swept into the still-open door of her sister’s office.

“What are you doing on this planet, Nobek?” she barked atthe muscled Kalquorian standing close to Stacy. “I heard they evicted youalready.”

Kuran chuckled. His ruggedly handsome face was more so whenhe was in good humor, as he apparently was that morning. Toni was surprised.Because Stacy was his clan’s intended Matara once she eventually left office,Toni had expected him to be grouchy about the changing of the guard.

Nobek Kuran of Clan Rihep, which included Dramok Rihep andImdiko Etnil, wasn’t quite the quintessential Nobek, in Toni’s estimation. Hewas better. The majority of his breed were unequivocal tough guys who basedtheir warrior self-images on how many asses they’d kicked.

Kuran was no pushover, but he owned the easy attitude ofsomeone who didn’t feel he had to prove himself. His aura had the feral stampof a Nobek, but it was balanced by concern for others. Particularly Stacy andhis clanmates. What could present as savagery in lesser men was kept undercareful control. He had a sense of humor too…desperately needed since hisImdiko clanmate was a constant cutup.

He glanced behind Toni at the open doorway. Mike was finallytaking his leave, and Todd watched him go, his lips stretched in the smile of aman who’d gotten everything he’d ever wanted. “Have those two finally movedfrom meaningful glances to the next step?”

“They just needed Cupid to give them a little push.” Tonipreened, pleased with herself.

“Cupid, huh? Would she be the same Cupid who told me mostmen weren’t worth the effort?” Stacy arched a brow at her.

“For me. Todd and Mike might be good for each other,but my standards are exceptionally high.”

“Your standards verge on impossible.”

Toni made a face at her older sister. The governor of EarthII looked smart in a skirt suit, the hem of which probably bordered onunprofessional for some critics. Downright scandalous for the judgmentalEarthtiques, the vocal minority who caused trouble whenever they could.

Toni doubted Kuran minded the sight of the sleek, brown legsStacy displayed. Her sister was a beautiful woman, her tight black curlsframing high cheekbones and piercing dark eyes. It felt a trifle uncomfortableseeing Stacy in such a way. Toni wasn’t jealous, which was odd because theylooked a lot alike. Somehow, what she saw in the mirror was attractive ratherthan arresting, which Stacy definitely was.

Was being the younger sister who ardently admired hersibling why she couldn’t recognize herself as being Stacy’s equal, even in amatter as insignificant as looks? Stacy had ever been Toni’s measuring stick,the ideal to aim for. While Toni had plenty to be proud of, she still felt likethe kid sister, racing after the shadow of something she’d never reach.

She shook off the sensation with effort and spoke to Kuran.“Speaking of high standards, did you find a job to replace the glamorousposition of Earth’s security grand poohbah?”

As a Kalquorian, Kuran probably had no idea what a grandpoohbah was, but he was smart enough to figure out what she meant. “I’ve beencoronated emperor of Alpha Space Station. Don’t worry. I won’t insist you bowuntil you visit me in my throne room.”

Toni managed to keep from bellowing laughter as Stacy did.Instead, she gave Kuran her best “are you kidding me?” stare, usually reservedfor a certain ridiculous Imdiko, whom she named. “You have been clanned toEtnil for too damned long.”

“Probably, but he’s threatened to chain me to the wall if Itry to leave him,” he chuckled. “To answer your question, I’m assigned tooversee a segment of the planetary defense systems from outside aggression.Considering the empire is now at war against the Darks, which we fear willeventually target Earth, it’s a big responsibility.”

“The fleet already had a little heart-to-heart against theTragooms when they tried to sneak a peek at our defenses.” Stacy grinned. “Theywon’t try it again any time soon.”

“Same for Mercy and New Bethlehem,” Kuran said in a lowvoice, his gaze flicking toward the still-open door where Todd might overhear.“Of course, they have no idea we were there, nor are they aware of theTragooms’ brief presence a day’s travel from them.”

“How is it on Mercy these days? They won’t letextraterrestrial news agencies near the planet, and I don’t trust what reportsthey broadcast themselves.” Toni huffed at the Earthtique-leaning governmentthat had recently scandalized its way into violent riots.

“It’s quieted down,” Stacy sighed. “The flu-like illnessthey’re dealing with has taken the starch out of them. It’s hard to pretend apro-alien contingent is trying to overthrow the government when everyone’s sickin bed.”

Toni detected a false lightness in her sister’s tone. Stacywouldn’t lie to her, but she didn’t necessarily tell her everything aboutongoing political situations either. She was forced to carry heavy burdensthanks to public office. Regret tugged at Toni’s heart. She’d been Stacy’sconfidante in the past. Her elder sibling knew Toni would cut her own vocalcords before sharing secrets, but Clan Rihep had assumed her old role. Rightlyso, but Toni was sad to become a lesser source of support.

She brushed it off. “How are the refugees from the GalacticCouncil settling in?”

“Very well.” Stacy beamed. “Not to sound Machiavellian, butmy bid to win the governorship has experienced a generous push from the newvoters.”

“Excellent. I need to head to campaign headquarters and begfor an assignment.”

“I have another job for you, one right up a teacher andschool administrator’s alley.”

Toni narrowed her gaze at the gleam in Stacy’s eyes. “Oh?”

Her sister nodded to Kuran, who said, “It seems an Eartherorphanage based in the Galactic Council’s territory, dating from Armageddon,was somehow overlooked by Earth, Kalquor, and the GC itself when allKalquorians were ordered to leave council space and we determined Earthersshould evacuate too.”

“A whole orphanage? I suggest you fire the accountingstaff.” A thread of anger colored Toni’s words.

“It’s in a far-flung area of the Galactic Council, but yes,heads should roll over them being missed. Especially since the orphanage’sstaff includes about a dozen Kalquorians, mostly Nobek protectors.”

Toni whistled. “How many children?”

“About five hundred.”

“Why are there Kalquorians there? Far-flung or not, the GC’sborder patrols would have kept the orphanage safe from attacks.”

Stacy explained. “The Kalquorians were initially put inplace to defend the children back when the orphanage was on Europa. Myunderstanding is the men have long-term relationships with the predominantlyfemale staff. Plus, they regard themselves as parents for those who haven’tbeen adopted or fostered.”

“I’ve heard it said, the children and adults see themselvesas a family, rather than merely as dependents and staff,” Kuran offered. “Inany event, the Kalquorians ignored the order to vacate GC space when theylearned of it. They won’t budge unless the whole orphanage is moved elsewhere.”

“Here,” Toni guessed. “They’re being brought to Earth.”

“Secretly, at least if the Kalquorian fleet can sneak themfrom enemy territory.”

“I heard the border is nearly impassable for your people.How are they going to manage to evacuate an entire orphanage?”

Stacy and Kuran exchanged a glance. Toni was once morereminded of how she’d been edged out of her sister’s innermost confidences.

“Never mind,” she told them, plastering an understandingsmile on her lips. “We don’t discuss the unspeakable. How do you figure me intothe equation once they show up? I take it the orphanage has their ownteachers.”

“True, but the law dictates instruction for children onEarth must adhere to certain standards. It’ll be up to you to determine if theorphanage falls in line. If not, you’ll work with the administrators to bringthem up to date in a reasonable timeframe. Bigger picture, you’ll beresponsible for making sure they have the resources they need, including beyondthe educational sphere.” When Toni gaped at her, Stacy asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Setting aside the scope of this undertaking, I’m waitingfor the other shoe to drop.”

Stacy chuckled. “It’s a major job, but yes, I’m about topropose something even bigger.”

“Okay. I’m probably not ready but tell me anyway.”

Stacy leaned back on her desk and met her eyes. “Therefugees coming from the Galactic Council are the tip of the iceberg. Thanks tothe trouble on Mercy, we’re receiving a deluge of immigration requests.”

“Considering it’s a free-for-all there, I’m hardlysurprised.” Riots had erupted after a plot by corrupt government leaders hadbeen revealed. The colony’s infrastructure had vanished overnight.

“Requests from New Bethlehem are flooding us too. Peoplehave had enough of the Earthtique viewpoint and governments similar to what wehad on the original Earth. They’re clamoring to come here, where they won’thave to fight every minute of the day to keep the freedoms they’ve enjoyedsince we were forced to leave our home world.”

Toni glanced at Kuran to see his reaction. The ruling regimeon old Earth had been the reason most of its major cities had gone up innuclear blasts, but it had been the Kalquorian invasion that had unwittinglyset them off. Armageddon, and the war between the two worlds preceding it, waswhy Earthtiques continued to despise Kuran’s race.

His return gaze was equanimous. Having faced his fair shareof dislike from those he’d worked to protect until relinquishing the job toMike Adams, he’d no doubt made his peace with the situation.

She winked at him and gave Stacy her attention. “Let me getthis straight. You want me in charge of getting these incoming children up tospeed as far as Earth’s educational standards are concerned?”

“Before these latest events, we had a twelve-personcommittee overseeing education. It was all we needed since we had projectionsof arriving students and educators. Our scheduled resident intake parameterswere settled, and we had a plan.”

“Which blew up when the Darks absorbed the GC.” Toniswallowed the uneasiness in her gut.

Stacy huffed her agitation. “We can’t put off grantingasylum to refugees from the Galactic Council and Mercy. We need entiredepartments to settle them, and we need them now. I’d like to put you in chargeof education.”

Toni gaped at her. “In charge?”

“You not only taught on Haven. You led the education board.”

“For a small region, Stacy. A single district. This is anentire planet.” And I was happy to let that job go.

Her career in education had been a placeholder until she’dfigured out just what she wished to do for the rest of her life. Toni had neverconsidered it her calling. She wasn’t quite sure how she’d ended up with over adecade of teaching under her belt.

“You spearheaded several enhancements that ended up beingimplemented on the whole colony. You set up a fast track for gifted students,as well as an intensive training college for educators who teach theintellectually disabled. Test scores doubled in most of Haven’s regions onceyour global learning initiative was put in place.” Kuran finished hisrecitation by bowing in respect.

As much as Toni preferred to downplay her achievements, shecouldn’t. Despite the supposed temporary nature of her job, she’d worked toodamn hard to accomplish what she had for Haven’s children.

“Your education committee head might be unhappy to bereplaced,” she protested.

“He’s stepping down due to health issues. No one else on thecommittee is vying for his job…so they certainly won’t apply to run an entiredepartment.” Stacy smirked.

“Boy, you have an answer to everything, don’t you?”

“I knew you’d resist. If I didn’t think you could do it, Iwouldn’t ask.”

“Sounds more like you’re insisting,” Toni groused, but herheart warmed to have Stacy’s approval, if not the ball and chain she wasfitting to her ankle.

She needs me, and I haven’t decided where my future lies.What else am I going to do?

Putting aside her uncertainty, Toni asked, “How close areyou to maxing out your current school facilities and supplies?”

“Currently, we’re ready for the next five scheduledtransports of new residents.”

“Which doesn’t come close to what you’ll actually require asthese refugees pour in.”

Stacy shrugged, but she grimaced. “I’ll sign off on whateverfunding you need. Buildings, curriculum, supplies…the legislature has alreadyearmarked the funds and asked our allies for additional support.”

Toni glanced at Kuran. “Earth’s digging in the empire’swallet again?”

He grinned. “As long as the fleet continues to pay me, youcan have Kalquor’s treasury for all I care.”

“Fine. I suppose you want me to start right away, yourgovernorship?”

“You can have lunch first.” Stacy beamed.

“You’re all heart, boss.” Toni kept her tone light despite asudden urge to cry.

* * **

 All-out war has begun, with innocents caught in thecrossfire.

Former nun Cheryl Taupin and her husband Nobek Besral,in charge of the remaining orphans of Earth’s Armageddon, watch the terribleevents unfolding in the Dark-overrun Galactic Council of Planets. Kalquoriansin Galactic Council space are being rounded up to suffer an unknown fate andmartial law is declared on many of the system’s worlds. A desperate plea to theKalquorian Empire sends Admiral Piras and Captain Kila to the orphanage…but howcan a lone spyship protect hundreds of children against the full might of theGalactic Council’s warships bent on destruction?

Charity Nath has been brought to Alpha Space Stationto hide from those determined to exact vengeance against her father. Young andirrepressible, she’s determined to claim a measure of freedom from stiflingrestrictions placed on her. When her identity and location are revealed, herKalquorian protectors must thwart those who’d harm her while contending withher stubborn refusal to be kept in check.

Imdiko Betra has done his best to put the past behindhim. He knows letting go of the only woman he could ever love was the bestcourse of action. But when he encounters Shalia Monroe again, his heart speakslouder than his conscience. Will unquenchable desire destroy the life she’sbuilt, or will Betra’s clanmates Oses and Resan stop him from doing theunthinkable?

Against the backdrop of pandemic and plague, Kalquorand Earth II fight for their very survival against an enemy they’re onlybeginning to learn the strength of. As the All tightens its fearsome grip onthe galaxy, humans and Kalquorians alike tremble on the verge of annihilation.

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