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WIP Wednesday - Warriors of Risnar: Worlds Away

“Dude. Let’s not drag in a whole lotta drama where it’s not needed. Relationship? No way. I’m not setting up house here.” When Arga continued to blink as if someone had hit him over the skull with a hammer, she quickly added, “Not that Risnar isn’t nice, but you’ve got some stuff going on that creeps me out. I’m here to do the job then portal my short self home.”
“Oh. Yeah, that’s fine. I mean, If you want to indulge your curiosity—”
“You don’t think any of your men would find me attractive?” She was disappointed, but not surprised. Selena Baumer was an acquired taste, in many respects.
“Actually, I’m sure many would be eager for the chance. You’re cute. And feisty. And you’re also—how did you put it? Super real.”

Releasing May.

Releasing April 5: Righteous Fury

Kimi Furio has lost it all: her family, her best friend, and her job. Why keep going when there’s nothing left to live for? When an alien from another dimension offers her a chance at redemption, she’s not interested…but he’s not taking no for an answer.
Laaruu of Paatuun has only one goal. He wants a servant to love, one strong enough to fight by his side in a dangerous universe ruled by a murderous crime lord. He’s not interested in taking up a cause to save abducted Earth women who face a horrific future as slave breeders. Kimi, with a side of revenge, is all he has in mind. However, she delivers an ultimatum he can’t refuse: fight at her side to free the kidnapped women, and she’ll sign a contract, making her his slave.
Fighting each other as much as their enemies, Kimi and Laaruu are in a race against time to save the alternate galaxy and Earth from a man who will stop at nothing to annihilate those who oppose him. When they have to save each other too, they discover a bond that transcends mere duty. 
Will love make them stronger? Or will it destroy them?

Please note: this is a dark erotica novel, the sequel to Ravenous Virtue. Dubious consent and BDSM themes. 

Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues pointing to a Kalquorian universe character. Can you name this person?

1. Though I'm a Dramok, I'm not in that big of a hurry to lead.

2. I'd prefer to choose my own Matara.

3. The sacrifices I lay on the altar are for myself.

4. I have a good heart (seriously, I'm a real prince of a guy!), but my mouth says the darnedest things.

5. Had I lived on Earth, my childhood might have been filled with lines like, "Avast!" and "Walk the plank, you swabs."

Who am I?

TBT: Alien Conquest

Talk to me, Lidon...


She relented. “My name is Cassidy.”
“Cassidy,” the Kalquorian repeated, tasting it. 
The way he said her name made things down below tighten. Cassidy licked her lips unconsciously, held by his intent stare. Kalquorian or not, the man was beyond handsome. He was hypnotically riveting.
“What’s your name?” she asked. 
“Lidon.”
“Why do you limp?”
“An old injury, nothing of consequence. Come closer, Cassidy. I want you near me.”
“I’m not stupid. I’m not going to let you capture me.”
“I will catch you eventually.” Lidon’s grin gave her the chills. “In fact, catching you just became my priority.” 
Warm terror rolled through Cassidy’s belly. She did not want to be the focus of this man. “Why? You have the others. Why can’t you leave me alone?”
“I do not want the others. I want you, with your pretty white skin and soft, curving body. I want to feel you beneath me as I take you.”
“Take me where?”
Lidon laughed. His amusement rolled over her, embracing her with its warmth. There was no hint of meanness in the sound, only patient delight. “By the ancestors, you are of age but still such an innocent child. Are you even real? I won’t be sure until I touch you. Come here and let me discover if you’re only a sweet fantasy.”
“You still haven’t told me where you want to take me,” Cassidy said, refusing to be sidetracked.
“When I say I want to take you, it is the same as saying I wish to make love to you, Cassidy. I have a great need to rid you of all those prudish repressions your leaders have burdened you with. I want my flesh filling yours. I want to share the sweetest sensations known by living beings.”

Available from Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. Also in print. 

WIP Wednesday: Worlds Away

Trying on a Risnarish for size:


Selena studied the dome they approached, wondering what gave Arga that air of pleased anticipation. From the outside, it was similar to most of the others: circular white walls, clear pie-shaped wedges of glass domes topping them. Nothing noteworthy that she could see. Even the couple of young guys stepping inside were no more remarkable than the Risnarish coming and going from the other domes.
Yet Arga’s gaze remained riveted on the structure, his expression envious as the others disappeared inside.
“What’s that place?”
“The Mating Center.” Spoken with a familiar and affectionate sigh.
Mating? As in a brothel? Selena gaped at it, as if she could peer through the ordinary façade. “You mean, it’s a dome for sex?”
“Indeed. That is where we men go to procreate or to enjoy erotic release with the women.” He licked his lips, still not gazing at her. It was obvious Arga had fond memories of the Mating Center.
“Where you fellows go, huh? That doesn’t sound sexist in the least. Where do I go for sex?” 
Arga started and stopped, staring at her in surprise before looking her up and down. “You? You wish to—to—with one of us?”
“Why not? I wouldn’t mind trying on an alien fella for size. I assume since Thompson and Nex are a couple, compatibility isn’t a big deal.”

No release date set.

Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues pointing to a Kalquorian universe character. Can you name this person?

1. I'm young but already first officer of a spyship.

2. My choice in Mataras? Why thanks, Captain.

3. I have a soft spot for little ones. In fact, I'll upend my career for them.

4. I'm really good in the shower.

5. I learned the hard way to be suspicious if my Nobek hands me a drink.

Who am I?

TBT: Michaela

Korkla leaned close so that he spoke intimately in Michaela’s ear. “You have no idea how very tantalizing you are, my rare and wonderful Earther. I do hope that once you get to know us, you’ll allow us to prove that to you.”
She swallowed. In an instant she looked every bit as young and vulnerable as she was. It made Korkla’s chest ache to see her that way. Michaela Blake had his head spinning as no one else ever had. One moment she was tough, the next tragic. Like a little lost girl, she needed strong men to shelter her.
Her voice hesitant, she asked Korkla, “You don’t see me as a freak?”
A low growl sounded from Raxstad. Ignoring him, Korkla said, “That’s a horrible word, Michaela, and one that does not reflect any part of you. Don’t say it again, please?”
Govi’s tone was firmer than usual. “You’re not a freak. You are unique. Astonishing.”
“You are Michaela,” Raxstad pronounced, as if that was the answer to all concerns. “There is no other like you.”
Michaela looked at each of them in turn, a smile finally pulling at her lips. “Damn. Did you guys all go to school to learn how to say the right things? You must have passed with flying colors.”

Michaela Blake has lived with a secret her whole life. Born an intersex, she’s hidden in plain sight from Earth’s religious tyranny, posing as a male to avoid being discovered and executed. Now that she’s escaped to Plasius, she is free to explore the other side of the intersex coin and be the woman she’s always felt she is.
Being both genders has left its scars on Michaela, however. She cannot imagine any man loving her ... never mind a Kalquorian clan made up of three men. Yet joining a clan is her only hope for salvation, her only sure way to escape Earth’s judgment.
Korkla, Govi, and Raxstad can’t believe their luck. They’ve been given the opportunity to court the rarest being in the known universe by the Crown Princes of Kalquor. However, to win the captivating Michaela, they must first get past her despair and self-doubt ... not to mention a jealous ex-girlfriend and murderous kidnappers. Still, saving the intersex Earther from others is not half as daunting as saving her from herself.
Please note: this story contains graphic depictions of men loving men and men loving an intersex (male/female) individual. Elements of BDSM, including discipline and bondage, are included.
This is a companion story to Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule.

Amazon, Amazon UK, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, and in print.

WIP Wednesday - Righteous Fury

              Laaruu moved closer, close enough to kiss if he bent a few inches. A smile pulled at those kissable lips. “You are so much more than what I’d hoped you be. To have a chance at winning you, I’ll make this work or die trying. That includes helping you discover and freeing other Earthlings Hanos has taken. As for the injuries he dealt to you, I also am determined to extract payment from him.”              “But?” She heard the hesitation in his voice.              “For these things to happen, Saazeer has to sanction it. We need fighters on our side, weapons, money, ships, everything.”              “I’m with you so far.”              “In order to win Saazeer to our side, you have to at least play the role of my slave. Not to fool Saazeer—my respect for him is too great to do that. However, his backers and supporters will be required. You must look the part for their benefit.”              Kimi scowled, but there was no real anger behind it, at least not toward Laaruu. She could tell he wasn’t bullshitting her.               How he regarded her couldn’t be discounted either. With hope. Longing shining from his gaze. He hoped not only to redeem himself for Hanos kidnapping her, but to discover what they might have together. They’d surprised each other with the upwelling of real respect and affection. Could it turn into more?
Releasing later in March (date subject to change).