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TBT: Clan and Command

Piras slowly got to his feet and returned the other man’s bow. Swallowing his surprise, he said, “Captain Kila. I’d heard your destroyer had returned from the border.”
“So it has. Are you happy to see me?”
Shocked would have been a better description. Piras had not expected Kila to seek him out, not after the night they’d spent together a few months ago. 
As always, he couldn’t help but compare this Nobek to Lidon. Piras compared every member of the warrior breed to his former lover. He had to admit, Kila stacked up pretty good. The sex they’d had had confirmed it.
Kila’s brow rose. “You look surprised that I’m here.”
Piras realized belatedly that he’d been silent for several seconds. “Shouldn’t I be?”
“You mean after our last encounter?” Kila’s enigmatic smile deepened. Mocking, secretive, a little cruel…that smile drove Piras crazy. It was impossible to know what was going on in the man’s head when he looked like that. He said, “You gave me a lot to think about that night.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
Instead of answering, Kila called out, “Door close and lock.”
The mechanism obeyed him with a click. Piras frowned. He was Kila’s superior officer and they were on duty. The captain had no business acting like he owned the place. 
With any other man, Nobek or not, Piras would have served him the sharpest side of his tongue. Not in a sexual manner either. He should be doing that with Kila now. The captain had caught him thoroughly off-guard. 
That brought a wave of anger. They were in Piras’s office, not his sleeping room. He was not only an admiral, but a Dramok. In charge. In control. A man no one fucked around with despite Piras’s seemingly delicate build. Not even a musclebound Nobek trained to kill with his bare hands dared to cross him. He’d taken out more than one of their like before.
It was the verbal dressing down that Piras was truly known for, however. He was a legend in that regard. Ready to put Kila in his proper place, he opened his mouth to deliver an ear-scorching diatribe, one that would remove all doubt who was in command here. 
Before he could, Kila strode up to his streamlined metallic desk and slapped a sound-blocker on its surface. Its hum filled the room.
Piras’s eyes widened in understanding. “You’re my contact for the mission.”
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WIP Wednesday - Righteous Fury

              She was halfway across the parking lot to her bike when her cellphone rang. Kimi plucked it out of the open side pocket of her gym bag. The number came up Unidentified. Her heart slammed into overdrive.               “Hello?”               “Hello, my darling. How are you?”               Laaruu’s insinuating purr raised every hair on Kimi’s body and slammed her to a halt. The clarity she’d gained from pounding the hell out of the punching bag disappeared in a swirl of chaotic feelings.               Her first instinct was that she needed a drink. So much for turning over a new leaf in record time.               She took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. “How am I? Do you really give a fuck?”               She heard the laughter in his voice. “Believe it or not, I do. Are you at least sober?”               “What, you haven’t been keeping tabs on me?”               “Maybe I have. Maybe not. It would be nice to establish some trust if you are to come with me.”               Kimi started for her bike again, scowling in all directions in case he could see her. “Yeah, well, I’m not so sure that can happen. The trip, I mean. I could give a hot, holy fuck if you trust me.”               “Are you saying you don’t wish to join me in my cause against Hanos? The enemy of the women of your planet who only want to live their lives and not be forced into a brutal servitude?”               “The same kind of servitude you offer me?”               “You know it’s not the same thing. Not by a longshot.” Laaruu’s voice was a seductive purr.               Kimi tried to think straight, tried to think with her head and not her twat. Unfortunately, her pussy had begun throbbing with eager want the moment she’d heard his voice on the phone. Remembering the ways he’d fucked her, the way he’d made her come over and over—damn it, she’d cut off a tit to feel him inside her again.

Releasing in March (date subject to change).

Monday Motivation

New Friday Fiver Challenge: Who Am I?

Five character clues. Can you guess the character from the Kalquor universe?

1. I'm not an only child.

2. Pretentious snobs get on my nerves...but my Dramok gets a little bit of a pass. Just a little bit.

3. My swimsuits make men speechless.

4. I might have a bit of a history of arson.

5. I get drunk during invasions.

Who am I?

TBT: Alien Outcast

His kind of woman...


She was a creature more legendary for the lack of her kind in Terig’s spacegoing life. He’d seen a few Earther women, but mostly on vids. He’d caught a few quick glimpses of the small females during leave on Kalquor or other colonies. Never up close. 
His pulse pounded in his ears. More distracting, it drummed in his suddenly alert cocks. He drank her in during a split second of shock. 
Her hair was the pale gold of hazy noon sunshine in the summer. It flowed in ocean waves to just past her slender shoulders, framing a vision made of pastel blue eyes, high cheekbones, pink lips, and a quivering chin. The silver metal collar circling the long column of her neck spoke of her slave status. Her legs, elongated by the high hem of her sheath dress, seemed to go on forever, though she would only stand to Terig’s nose. She faced them with her legs far apart, as if bracing herself for some shock. Wide open, the lines of her perspiration-dewed inner thighs pointed up, to lead him straight to her…
Then the moment was over, duty reasserting itself in the Nobek’s stunned brain. He was the only one to regain his senses, judging from the drop-jawed silence of the other warriors, including their supposed leader, Sesin.
Terig’s voice was harsher than usual. “Where is your Bi’isil master, Earther?”
Her gaze settled on his face, and he wondered what she thought of him, with his exposed arms and lean face mapped with old scars. Such a pretty thing should have been repulsed by so many marks of violence. Yet she showed no revulsion, only the type of fear he’d expect from someone facing the unknown. She wore the demeanor of a woman trying to decide if she encountered friend or foe.
“The last time I saw my master, he was bleeding to death on the floor and calling me names I’ll not repeat.”

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WIP Wednesday - Warriors of Risnar: Worlds Away

A couple of surprise visitors for explosives expert Selena Baumer.


“I told you, make sense. Or move so you’re not between me and my truck.”            “Yeah, this must be strange for you. But hold on to your ass, because I’m about to blow all the circuits. Do you believe in life on other planets?”            Selena tightened her grip on the bat. Thompson seemed lucid, but she acted far from rational. Following Selena into the Everglades. Telling her she was looking for a person who could blow crap up. Wearing that bizarre green vest that appeared thick and stiff, like body armor. And what was with the utility belt on her waist, an accessory worthy of Batman, with the longest flashlight ever slung from it? At least there was no sign Thompson carried a firearm.            PTSD. It’s all the rage for those of us who saw combat. Wasn’t she hurt in an explosion?            Selena eyed her warily. “Extraterrestrials, huh? It’s a massive universe out there, so it’s possible, I suppose.”            “Good. Let me introduce you to your first alien. Arga, come on over and say hi.”            The shape of a huge man, maybe the biggest Selena had ever seen, moved from around her pickup. Son of a bitch, had he been hiding there the whole while? Selena tensed and readied the bat.            He edged closer, giving her a better look in the dying light of the day. Stripes. He was painted all over in stripes. He was naked and painted all over in ivory stripes over deep brown skin.            Can’t be naked. His pole’s not out and waving. Wait—what the fuck is up with those ears?            He stood next to Thompson, his eyes shimmering like silvery twin moons in his striped face. Under large, pointed ears. Striped fox ears.             The earth shifted beneath Selena’s feet. She choked, “What the hell is this shit?”
No release date set.

Monday Motivation

Happy Monday, Sunshine!

Friday Fiver Challenge

This will be the last of the challenges, so here's your final chance to show what you know. Five sentences from the fifth chapter of a Kalquor universe book...can you name it?

He heard the dying screams in his head. Saw again the explosions of fighters in black, forbidding space. “I’ll never be ready to hold the lives of others in my hands again. I won’t be liable for the death of one more man. The answer is no.”

TBT - Alien Revolt

Hope was so intent on visualizing Piras and Kila that she didn’t react immediately when they materialized in her room. It was the third Kalquorian standing with them who made her register that actual, living men stood there staring at her. Even with the mystery Kalquorian added to the set, Hope blinked at them a full two seconds before it occurred to her they were right there, standing next to her bed, in the flesh.
As a flash of shock shot through her body, her mouth dropped open to scream. Kila leaned over and clamped his hand over it. At the same time, Piras stooped down so he was eye level with her. He spoke quickly. “We’re not here to hurt you. We’re spies loyal to the Empire. We want to help you and your father stop Copeland.”
She stared at him, absorbing the words. Spies? Against the Holy Leader?
Kila added, “I’m going to let you go, and we’ll bring your father into the conversation. We have information which will help him in his revolt against Copeland. Can we trust you to not scream, Hope?”
He knew her name. She couldn’t imagine why that was her first lucid thought. At least I’m not panicking, she thought. Then she noticed how hard and fast her heart drummed. Her body knew to freak out, but her mind was slow on the draw.
Could she trust them? Did she have a choice? Dear prophets, there were three alien men in her bedroom, and she was in her bed, wearing a nightgown. A nightgown which covered her from throat to foot, but a nightgown just the same. It was enough to make her feel vulnerable.
She’d damned sure better pray she could trust them because they’d done the impossible. She’d watched them appear out of thin air.
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WIP Wednesday - Righteous Fury

              The Paatiin’s tone dripped with revulsion. “Did you think I expected you to obey me? You are a fool to think so badly of me. And I’m a fool to have thought you had any real fight left in you. You call that an attack? It was the most pathetic display I’ve seen.”              Kimi huddled, ashamed and miserable. She’d once been a badass, capable of beating men twice her weight. Several times her strength. She’d defended herself dozens of times against people determined to hurt her. She’d always won out.              She didn’t have to be told Laaruu had barely needed to try to fend her off. To put her in this humiliating position. He’d called her pathetic, but that didn’t come close to what she’d become. She was contemptable. Laughable. Absurd.              The bad news kept coming, adding to her emotional misery. Still gazing at her with contempt, Laaruu said, “Despite your many failings, I am most happy to demonstrate the error of your ways.” His next words were delivered in his language, and Kimi cried out before the button switched on.              It was the pleasure setting, which in this instance, was almost as bad as being given pain. It felt wrong at a basic level to be writhing on the floor at Laaruu’s feet, brought to the edge of climax and left to beg for release.              Instead, Laaruu untied her, moving so fast that he seemed a blur. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her crawling across the floor to her bed. There he sat and pulled her up on his lap, draping her across his legs, her ass up and ready for punishment. Which he delivered, wearing her ass out with his hard palm, bringing torment that somehow twisted itself into added excitement. Her pussy convulsed, trying to come despite her humiliation and hurt.               To finish her mortification, he made her climax at the end of it all. She lay across his legs, moaning and crying out as exaltation billowed through her body. She should have been too ashamed to orgasm, but she did. She orgasmed hard.
Releasing March 2019 (subject to change).