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March 8, 2017
WIP Wednesday - Clans of Kalquor 11: Alien Revolt
Piras clenched his fists in irritation as he replayed his reaction to the young woman he’d almost run over moments before. He spoke to Kila in Kalquorian. “Fuck. I damned near exposed us just now.” His subordinate and Nobek turned his eternal smirk on him. “Try not to worry about it. Pretty faces distract me too. You know I can’t think straight around you.” Piras’s scowl deepened and he shot his clanmate of a few weeks a warning look. “Stop your playing. I’m serious, Kila. The moment I realized I’d nearly run over a woman, I nearly bowed and begged her to let me make up for my inattention.” He shook his head and thought about punching one the dingy wall he passed. “I swear, sometimes I think I’m the worst spy in the fleet.” “You’re not. What you are is a perfectionist who doesn’t accept anyone’s dumb-assery, least of all, your own.” Kila’s mocking grin deepened. “Don’t worry; I’ll be glad to punish you for the lapse later.” The word punish had an instant effect on Piras. His groin gave a throb of excitement, which pissed him off all the more. “Don’t tease me when we’re about to deal with Browning Copeland, or I’ll punish you. Better yet, I’ll have Lokmi do it.” Kila growled low in his throat, but his smile never wavered. “Maybe if I’m a good boy and give him the upper hand, he’ll agree to join our clan.” Piras’s stomach lurched with want and hurt. Lokmi was the only Imdiko he could imagine joining his and Kila’s clan. The man was perfect for the two of them, the one person who could fit with their particular challenges. Unfortunately, Lokmi had significant issues of his own, problems that had thus far kept him from becoming their third. Love had always been a hateful bastard, in Piras’s opinion. It would be so much easier if he could live without it, but he’d found he couldn’t. He needed Kila and Lokmi. It was as simple as that. At least he’d won the Nobek, though the struggle to do so had been a brutal one…not because of Kila, but because of Piras himself.
Releasing Summer 2017
March 2, 2017
Shalia's Diary Book 10 Now Available
With Clan Aslada returning to their usual lives and her mother out of the picture, Shalia decides it’s time to give Clan Seot a whirl. And what better way to get to know the seemingly perfect clan than on a vacation cruise on a luxury liner, surrounded by family and friends?
Yet everything doesn’t feel as flawless as the sunny skies, tropical paradises, and gorgeous men would suggest. Even in a utopian setting, trouble follows Shalia. She knows she should be having the time of her life, but old hurts return, threatening to destroy her chance at happily-ever-after.
Contains BDSM and multiple partner situations.
Available from Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. Also in print.
March 1, 2017
WIP Wednesday - Clans of Kalquor 11: Alien Revolt
Hope Nath’s thoughts were wrapped around her younger sister’s hijinks as she traveled the battlecruiser’s corridor. She controlled the urge to stomp from the teenager’s classroom back to the department where she worked. She noticed little around her as she went. The corridors of the battlecruiser Sword of Truth were ever the same anyway: the carpet beneath her feet going threadbare, half the computers and readouts set in the walls dim from failure, musty from the constant recycling of old air. The hum of engines was so omnipresent as to be unheard now, and she did not note the soft tread of the few crewmates that hurried past her. She came back to the present in an instant when she turned the corner and crashed right into a big, solid…and immovable…Kalquorian body. The collision knocked her back a couple of steps. “Watch it, boy,” the owner of the body snarled. Hope looked up and up at the huge specimen and his even bigger companion. Being somewhat diminutive, she was used to gazing up at others, but Kalquorians averaged well over six feet tall. The one she’d plowed into was no exception. The face staring down at her blinked blue-purple, cat-pupiled eyes. They were bright eyes in the well-lit corridor. Intelligent eyes that widened as he took her measure. For a moment his face, made up of elegant features with the exception of a heavy jaw, softened with a note of apology. “Oh. Matara?” He gave the bearded brute at his side a startled expression. Then the Kalquorian blockade recovered his composure and scowled at her. “I thought the Earthers kept their women under lock and key, Captain Kila.” “Maybe this one slipped her chains, Admiral.” The other man smirked. Despite the almost primitive look of him, he had a wild handsomeness that one might ascribe to a tiger or other beast. Then with their faces settling into unimpressed countenances, they stepped aside and continued on their way without a backwards glance. Hope turned to watch the behemoths stride in their armored black uniforms that molded to their bodies…especially their backsides. Hope caught herself admiring the curves before she could help herself.
Releasing Summer 2017
February 24, 2017
Shalia’s Diary News
Releasing as a book March 3…Shalia’s Diary Book 10! The free diary will resume March 13.
With Clan Aslada returning to their usual lives and her mother out of the picture, Shalia decides it’s time to give Clan Seot a whirl. And what better way to get to know the seemingly perfect clan than on a vacation cruise on a Kalquorian luxury liner, surrounded by family and friends?
Yet everything doesn’t feel as flawless as the sunny skies, tropical paradises, and gorgeous men would suggest. Even in a utopian setting, trouble follows Shalia. She knows she should be having the time of her life, but old hurts return, threatening to destroy her chance at happily-ever-after.
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It is also time to make another announcement regarding Shalia’s Diary. After almost five years, we are nearing the end of her tale. Shalia’s Diary Book 12 will conclude the story at long last. As much fun as I’ve had sharing her adventures with you, there are several reasons for this. For one thing (and probably the biggest reason of all), Shalia herself has said ‘enough’. We’ve taken her about as far as she’s willing to go. After all she’s been through, who can blame her?
Three more books and the free blog will close shop. I hope you’ll enjoy the end of the adventure as much as what’s happened up to this point. Thank you so much for coming along for the ride. It’s been a privilege to write Shalia for you.
February 23, 2017
February 20, 2017
February 17, 2017
Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: To Clan and Conquer (m/m/m)
They ordered the hovercuffs to put Degorsk into a kneeling position, with his hands at the small of his back. In this vulnerable state, he had no defense as Tranis and Lidon closed in on him.
Tongues plundered his mouth, exploring and searching with thoroughness that stole the Imdiko’s breath. Teeth nibbled at his lips. Tranis remembered the sensitivity of Degorsk’s ears and traced the curves of one with the tip of his tongue while his warm breath filled the canal. Gooseflesh sprang over the Imdiko’s skin. Lidon tugged at the opposite earlobe with his teeth, nipping just hard enough to bring pleasurable pain. Degorsk groaned in reaction to their assault.
They moved lower, rough fingers tugging at his nipples, turning the tips into hard pebbles. Coarse tongues swirled around the dark brown discs and flicked teasingly. Hungry mouths sucked. Sensation zapped from Degorsk’s nipples to his main prick, making it strain with fullness against the tight barrier of the cockring. He sobbed in aroused agony, tortured by pleasure and unable to make it stop.
“Having fun?” Tranis smirked. He plucked Degorsk’s nipple hard, sending daggers of pain and delight down to his needy cocks. The Dramok’s eyes, the purple nearly lost behind the dilated pupils, dared Degorsk to say anything defiant.
The Imdiko shuddered and looked away. He had every idea they would torment him for a long time, but as long as he didn’t give into the compulsion to antagonize them, they would let him climax. If he said a word, he had no doubt Lidon would make good on his threat to keep him in the cockring for days.
“Such an obedient Imdiko,” Lidon gloated. His teeth tugged on Degorsk’s nipple, making heat spill downward to roil in the Imdiko’s gut. Degorsk cried out and his hips thrust forward instinctively.
“I think he wants attention down there,” Tranis said. His rough hands moved over the doctor’s abdomen, heading for his groin.
Degorsk did not want their efforts focused on his cocks. Not while he wore a cockring. Not when he was helpless to stop them. A desperate cry slipped through his teeth.
“I think you’re right,” Lidon agreed. He gave Degorsk’s nipple a final lick and began gently biting his way down.
Tranis seized both of Degorsk’s cocks. Feeling that tight grip on the avid flesh brought a surge of need fighting to get past the cockring. The secondary prick swelled until Degorsk thought it might explode. His head fell back and he groaned.
The Dramok rubbed up and down, stroking the cocks hard. Then Lidon’s mouth arrived, and a slow, caressing lick teased the tip of Degorsk’s front organ. The sensation of wet, hot, rough flesh tasting him galvanized the Imdiko. His whole body stiffened as it battled to release the intense pressure. But he was blocked. The boiling cum could not escape him.
He howled and jerked frantically against the cuffs holding him. There was no give. He was trapped. Meanwhile, Tranis continued to stroke up and down his lengths. Lidon’s tongue swirled over the tip of the Degorsk’s front cock, and now fingers were groping for the entrance to his ass.
“Please, my Dramok,” Degorsk begged. He was becoming desperate for release.
Tranis’ gaze held no pity. “Accept the domination. Give yourself over.”
“I do! I submit.”
“You have not. You will completely surrender to us by accepting that we will let you come when we decide to.”
Degorsk blinked at him. He couldn’t think very well past those rubbing hands, that fondling tongue, or the searching pair of fingers that were now inside him and hunting for the hot spot that would make everything so much worse.
“Tranis, I don’t understand. What do you want from me?”
Those dark eyes stared at him without blinking. “I want you to yield everything. Even if I play with you for hours on end, even if I keep you in the cockring and don’t let you come at all, you will not resist. You will accept it as what pleases me as your leader, your master, your Dramok.” Tranis’ voice lowered until he was whispering. “I want you to make yourself utterly, completely mine, Imdiko. I will not accept less.”
Lidon found the place he was looking for on the heels of Tranis’ demand. Violent ecstasy surged to make Degorsk scream. His hips jerked, desperate to find a way to either come or get away from their insistent and painful pleasuring.
“Stop fighting, Degorsk. Be still and concede.”
The Imdiko could barely hear over the roar in his ears and the brutal clamoring of his body. He needed to come. He needed to come right now.
But he couldn’t, and his clanmates weren’t letting up. Stroking, demanding hands. Wicked, teasing tongue and sucking mouth. Fingers pressing and rubbing inside him. And that fucking hateful cockring damming up the release he would kill for right now.
This was what he got for cursing at his Dramok. For angrily defying him with a raised voice and clenched fists rather than discussing their issues calmly. Degorsk knew that was what this was about. He’d known he was doing the wrong thing when he’d aggressively challenged his new clanmate. Now Tranis was asserting his rightful leadership over the Imdiko, as had been implicitly agreed to when Degorsk had joined his clan.
He had no choice but to submit. To be tortured with lust and need until Tranis was satisfied the clan roles had been accepted.
Shaking violently, his rioting body pleading for relief with no assurance it would receive it, Degorsk bowed his head. “I surrender to you, my Dramok. Everything,” he said, his voice a thin thread. He’d never spoken more difficult words.
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February 16, 2017
February 13, 2017
February 10, 2017
Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 7: Alien Refuge
Ospar used his fingers to spread her as far open as he could. Ancestors, she was soaking wet from need. His cock throbbed insistently, wanting entrance into her warmth. Instead, he slid the slim stretcher rod inside.
Iris groaned in reaction. Her sex clenched at the device, no wider than two of Ospar’s fingers. He moved it in and out, slowly fucking her with it. He slid his tongue over her clit. She went rigid all over, her breath coming in sobbing gasps.
The Dramok continued the erotic assault, listening to Iris’ strengthening cries, gauging carefully when she might be closing in on release. When he thought climax was imminent, he sat up, slipping the stretcher from her pussy.
Iris wailed from the denial, but she did not speak. Her eyes did all that for her, staring at Ospar, imploring him to finish the deed.
Instead, he pressed the tip of the stretcher to her anus. Well coated with her juices, it entered her with ease. Ospar pushed it all the way in to its base, where a rubber tube ran from the stretcher to a pump bulb. He squeezed the bulb several times, inflating the stretcher until Iris’ face tightened in a slight wince.
The Dramok left it for the moment, returning to the delectable pussy open for his use. He entered it with two fingers, pumping Iris’ inner softness good and hard, watching as she began that eager climb towards ecstasy once again. His thumb occasionally rubbed her engorged clit. She was starting to reward his efforts with little screams. There were sobs as well, as if she knew he would not allow her to come once more. She was right. As soon as her sex began the telltale squeezes that betrayed her body’s readiness, Ospar withdrew his fingers.
He pumped more air into the stretcher, spreading her rear entry. He was glad to see how close her body was to being ready for him, because he would soon spill whether he was inside her or not. His trousers were painfully tight.
Iris’ hitching sobs slowed, indicating to the Dramok she was ready for one more round. Just a little more torment, if she could behave herself.
His fingers slipped inside her quivering pussy, and Ospar looked her in the eye, pretending he didn’t feel as desperate as she looked. “You do not come without my permission, my Matara. Do you understand?”
Iris wailed in aroused misery. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Yet she somehow managed to answer, “Yes, my Dramok.”
Ospar didn’t know if she could hold back or not. He didn’t know if he could either, but they were all about to find out. He leaned over and seized her clit in his mouth.
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