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July 5, 2017
WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings (Untitled, Clan Ospar)
Barely five seconds after Dramok Ospar stepped away from the mine wall where he’d been admiring a thick vein of platinum, there was a bright flash. He turned in time to see that wall and the men standing next to it disappear in a thunderous blast. The young man had no time to register an explosion had occurred. Ospar had the strange sensation of an invisible force lifting him off his feet an instant before a giant warm hand shoved him towards the middle of the cavern he’d been touring with the mine supervisor, Dramok Misru. The stone walls, ceiling, and floor shook violently around him as he flew, sending rock pellets down on him in a stinging shower. He heard the booms of larger chunks pummeling down in the wake of the explosion’s boom. Ospar winced a second before he landed, sure he would be dashed to bits. He had the good fortune of not being thrown far, however, and found himself sliding ahead of the shockwave across the well-smoothed floor with its marbled finish. He instinctively curled into a ball, covering his head as best he could with his arms. For several seconds, all was chaos. The whole of the earth rumbled beneath and around him, as if rousing in poor temper from deep slumber. The bright work lights that had been installed in the cavern blinked on and off, making Ospar’s surroundings strobe. He peeked to see stone continuing to fall in a curious stop-motion manner. Then the lights strengthened again, coming back to dimmed power as the shudders eased and the grumbling giant quieted. Ospar remained curled and still for a few moments. He inventoried his body to make sure he could still feel everything, and that what he felt wasn’t pain. He noted stinging hurts on his face, forearms, and hands, the parts of him where the skin had been exposed to the shrapnel. Otherwise, he detected no severe agony and no numbness. The cave-in—he assumed it was a cave-in and not an explosion as it had first seemed—had done him no real harm. The first scream sounded and echoed off the cavern walls.
No release date set.
July 3, 2017
June 30, 2017
Question of the Week
Q: How far do you think you'll go in this universe?
A: It's hard to say. The main series may wind down in a few more books/years, or at least be temporarily suspended while new ideas percolate. But I don't see Kalquor-related books going away in the foreseeable future. There are still plenty of Clan Beginnings books, plus a huge number of stand-alones that could be written. I'm still bursting with ideas for books that include the first Earther Mataras that were initially taken, for the First Clan of Kalquor, for male Earther companions to Kalquorians and clans, for the post-Armageddon rescues, for women aged 40+ to enjoy their Kalquorian romances...the possibilities are endless. Kalquor may be a lifelong sentence, one I'll happily serve.
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June 29, 2017
Shalia's Diary Thursday Post
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June 28, 2017
WIP Wednesday - To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury
Kimi turned her back on Laaruu, submitting without resistance or complaint when he began shampooing her hair. She tried not to enjoy the gentle massaging pressure of his fingers against her scalp. It felt good though. If nothing else, Laaruu was quite talented as a shampooer. Too talented. Somehow, it was making her libido rise to the fore again. It was almost a relief to her self-respect when he finished cleaning, conditioning, and rinsing. The man wove a spell with his magic fingers, a nonverbal negotiation with her will, asking it to crumble, to give herself over entirely to him. If he can do this just by washing my hair, what about anything else?Kimi was scared to find out. When he picked up the bar of soap, Kimi tried for one last stab of dignity. “No. I’ll wash myself.” Behind her, Laaruu chuckled. “Are you sure, my darling? Isn’t your sweet little pussy still clamoring for more contact? I thought certainly you’d be eager for a sensual wash. My wet hands, slippery from soap, sliding over every inch of your lovely body. Imagine it.” “I don’t – I don’t want—” “Careful. Lying is begging for punishment.” Kimi clenched her teeth. She didn’t question that Laaruu would know the falsehood if she said she didn’t want him touching her. This is so fucked up. She didn’t know what to do. Laaruu apparently took her silence for consent. He washed her back, rubbing it as wonderfully as he had her scalp. Against her will, her muscles relaxed under his care even as her hunger for more increased. She didn’t resist when he reached around to soap her front. The bar of soap, much diminished, slid up and down between her smallish but pert breasts. Then around, outlining the mounds in suds before Laaruu twirled the bar between his hands, raising a thick lather. He cupped her tits and began to rub, covering them with foam, making her moan as he squeezed and rubbed. Her nipples jutted through the bubbles, hard as diamonds. He pulled her back against him, so that her head rested on his shoulder. “That’s it,” he crooned, massaging her breasts with those amazing hands. “Let go. That’s my sweet darling.” He kept one hand working her chest as the other washed her taut stomach, her ribs, her hips. He moved on, paying attention to her long, sleek legs and arms. He washed her ass with careful attention, making her pant from startled excitement when his finger invaded. Kimi couldn’t believe having something inside her back hole could feel so good. Laaruu’s earlier threat to fuck her there suddenly didn’t sound so terrible. Right now, having any part of him inside any part of her seemed like a pretty great idea.
No release date set.
June 26, 2017
June 23, 2017
Question of the Week
Q: What has been your biggest challenge in writing or publishing these books?
A: I find plenty of this work challenging, but I think my very biggest obstacle comes down to time management. I am not a fast writer by any means. I find I can get more books out by having at least three books in different phases of production: one in plot/outline, one I am writing the first draft of, and one I am editing. This lets me release at least 3-4 books a year. Then there is the marketing, blogging, etc. I never have enough hours in the day.
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June 22, 2017
June 21, 2017
WIP Wednesday - To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury
Laaruu took a deep breath. His smile looked tight, as if it hid more powerful emotion. His ice-chip eyes bored into her, to freeze her very soul. “Did I not tell you to get control over the alcohol? You reek of it.” Despite the thrill of fear coursing through her veins, Kimi sneered. “I don’t remember putting you in charge of my life.” Laaruu’s amiable expression was surface dressing. He appeared downright heartless despite the unwavering façade. It made her insides twist, and not in an entirely unpleasant way. The snarl in his voice fed her belief that he intended any kindness. “Since you’ve apparently abdicated rule over yourself, I shall take up the challenge.” His grip was too loose. Kimi wasn’t being harmed, not even really overpowered. Despite Laaruu’s size and strength, Kimi thought she might be able to take him—if her drunkenness didn’t impair her too badly. She turned up the bluster. “Get your hands off me. I have no problem causing you a whole lotta hurt, asshole.” Laaruu tsked her as he reached into the pocket of the chambray shirt he wore. “You’re offering me pain? How rude of you since I wished to offer you pleasure.” He stepped back, releasing her. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it out. Kimi blinked at the round black object in his palm. It looked like a button to her. Tiny insect legs sprouted from its sides. It jumped from Laaruu’s hand, landing on her bare foot. Kimi yelped and tried to shake it off. “What the hell is that?” The thing was on the move before she got the sentence out, little legs scrabbling. It raced up her leg, beneath her sweat pants. The fucker was fast and no matter how she slapped at it, it kept crawling up. It slipped into her panties. Kimi shrieked as it landed on and grasped her clit. Her scream was cut cleanly off as intense pleasure filled her. Her knees turned to water. Laaruu grabbed her before she could collapse, and he lowered her gently to the floor. Over the roar in her ears, she heard him say, “There now. On the floor before me as you should be. That’s much better.” Desire filled her with stomach-clenching force. She shoved her sweatpants down, not caring about Laaruu standing there, not caring because what was about to happen would be far worse than him seeing her cunt. She had to get that button-bug thing off her before— Too late. Climax stampeded through her, setting her entire body alight. She came perhaps the hardest ever, bent into a ball at Laaruu’s feet as incredible spasms pulsed, clenching her pussy over and over. She was helpless to do anything but shudder with unspeakable pleasure.
No release date set.
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