Thursday, May 31, 2012

13 Rules for Dating a Gay Immortal (NSFW)

Dating Immortals.
I covered rules for dating immortals a couple of weeks ago, and promised a special, gay immmortal version for this week. Perhaps one for dating female immortals should be next, since these two are geared toward the macho side? Let me know.

So, what should you consider when dating a gay immortal? Here are thirteen tips.

  1. Go out with your immortal guy because you like him as a person, rather than to find The One. Face it, how many times are you going to get a date with an immortal? Even if it doesn't work out, this will be a date to remember. Enjoy it just for the experience.
  2. One caveat: remember your immortal may enjoy death-defying endeavors on dates, but unlike him, you won't live forever. Wear a seat belt, a helmet, and unless he's immune to everything and can prove it... use a condom. ;)
  3. In addition, if he's bi, accept it. It's true that he may not have found Mr. Right yet and you may be The One. It's also likely he's simply in touch with his polyamorous inner lover and enjoys a wide variety of relationships.
  4. If your gay immortal is a shapeshifter, were, or undead, these add an entirely new level to your relationship. Are you sure you're ready for sex with a guy who's really (and I do mean really) a beast?
  5. Don't offer your guy flowers, candy, or other trinkets on the first date. Immortals are used to giving gifts, but are often uncomfortable with getting them. However, after a few dates, if you bring him flowers, he'll be surprised, and likely touched that you took time to think of him. In a way, flowers on a first date are expected -- but flowers on the fourth are not. Surprise him.
  6. Speaking of gifts, if you want something to stun him, why not give him the stars? No, really. Go to http://www.starregistry.com/ and you can name a star for him, get a certificate, and present it to him. If he's from the future, he might even share memories of having visited there.
  7. Enjoy the experience
  8. Get your sleep. Immortals tend to "stay up all night" if you get my drift, and you'll want to be well rested to take advantage of that. ;)
  9. Be on time. He might not be, depending on what era he's from (future, past, and present sometimes run together for an immortal), and that's something to deal with if necessary, but don't keep him waiting. He's spent enough time alone as it is.
  10. Dress comfortably, but well. The first date is definitely the time to break out sexy underwear. Whether he ever sees it is another matter. It will give you a feeling of looking and feeling your best, which brings us to the next point.
  11. Have confidence in yourself. Engage in some positive self-talk before you go out on that first date. Guys who know what they want are attractive.
  12. Be confident
  13. Speaking of want... In sales, they say never to "leave money on the table" - meaning to present your best products and ask for the sale or to negotiate. Don't pass up an opportunity to be with an immortal because you failed to ask for what you want. If you want him, say so.
  14. Use the law of attraction to win his heart. This can be true with any guy, but for an immortal, it's vital. What is this law? "You get back what you give out." Project a positive, energetic vibe by looking for ways to make him happy, and he will respond in kind.
  15. That said, if you give and give, and he only takes and takes... that's nothing to do with his being male, gay, or immortal. He's just a jerk. Move on.
Surrender Love

So, what are your tips for dating immortals? And if you've got one or two for gay immortals, share!

Kayelle Allen writes about the Sempervians, genetically enhanced immortal warriors created during Earth's twenty-sixth century. Some are straight, some are gay, and all are H-O-T!

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Can We all Say, Duh?

It's Wednesday, my turn to post a blog @ RWBB  and my mind is blank. I'm going to repost a blog written for  Sex Scheming Geniuses, a new blog for authors talking about writing issues, techniques and foibles.



Branding
Hi! I’m Gem Sivad and I’d like to say I write whatever I want to write and don’t worry about defining my work. But the truth is, if I don’t give myself some kind of tag or identity, potential readers might never find me. If you are at the beginning of your writing career thinking in advance about how you want your writing to evolve, here are two things to consider.
  1. Do you want to write in one particular genre? 
  2. Do you have a heat level that you’ve decided you always want to write up or down to? 
Once you know that, how do you inform the book-buying public who you are?  Branding.


  •  Genre selection. The first layer and simplest form of branding is the identifying label you include with your manuscript when you submit it.  Once your book is contracted, the publisher tweaks the genre tag to fit the appropriate line guiding the title into an established pool of readers who read that genre. 
  • But do you want to write a second book in that genre? If you do, then you’ve effectively begun branding yourself as a (fill in the blank—historical, western, ménage, contemporary, paranormal, science fiction, urban fantasy, male/male, BDSM etc.) niche author. 
  • What if you switch genres in your second book? Then you’re meeting an entirely new pool of readers who follow the new genre. The plus aspect of this is the chance to widen your reader base, hoping that you will pull first book readers to the second book. The negative aspect is that it frequently doesn’t work for an unknown author and you’ve risked losing the first set of readers in your attempt to expand.
  • Hot or Not? There is a second type of branding that also affects readers.  The level of heat you include and the degree of sexual explicitness you write defines you as either an Erotic or PG author.
  •  Readers have individual comfort zones for reading sexuality. If you’ve published erotic material and developed a following, your fans have a reasonable expectation that they’ll find that same heat level in the next book of yours, regardless of genre. The reverse is also true. If you wrote a PG western in the first book and write an erotic western in the second book, prepare to lose some of your followers because you’ve shocked some of them speechless.
  • Can you hear me now? The third level and ultimately (imo) the most important part of branding is your author voice. When you’ve found that magic ingredient that makes your writing style unique, returning readers start looking for YOUR work not a particular genre, because they like the way you tell your stories.  J
Call Me Miz, my most recent title, is available now at Ellora’s Cave and Amazon.  Genre? I’ve fondly labeled it PERR— Paranormal Erotic Rural Romance. What to expect? A drool-worthy shape-shifting hero, a kick-ass heroine who heals with her touch and my usual gritty story- telling style that includes the temperature turned up to High! J

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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Uno… memories of the game

From the first time I saw it was intrigued. My first Uno game was when I was a kid. It was a Christmas gift and one that I to this day feel was the best gift ever. When I opened the deck, read the directions, explained to my family and then all my family present at Christmas sat down to play it was magical. It was fun, loud and exciting. When I won my first game and shouted “Uno” I was hooked. After that we played often. There was laughter, fun and teasing. I took my Uno game wherever I could and played with whoever was willing.

As the years went on I still played but not as often. In college I bought a new Uno deck so I could have some fun on those nights I had night duty as a RA for my college. And I found others who loved the game. During my night duty I would put out the word that an Uno game was on. People would come and we would have some cut throat games. Some with as high as 20 people with others waiting to take the place of the losers. It was a fun rotation of people to match Uno wit’s with. It was a great time. I even bought an Uno handheld game so I could play wherever I went.

But atlas time passed and I lost track of my Uno. At least until the last year or so. I noticed in the café at the day job there was a set of people playing Uno and my love of the Uno started to come back. Each time I passed the Uno players in the café I watched as they played and longed to join them. I didn’t but my Uno love continued to grow. Finally I asked to take part in a game and was accepted in. When I won my first game and shouted “Uno” it brought back memories of that first game. I was hooked all over again. Ahh Uno brought back so many memories or time spent with family and friends.

And since I love gadgets I also bought an Uno handheld game (grin). I love me some Uno. Now loud and clear. Come on and shout it with me “Uno”.

Taige Crenshaw
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…increasing the sizzle factor
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Wilde Rapture - When a woman ducks into an alcove at a wedding she meets the man who is intriguing and will tempt her. Buy here at Total-E-Bound.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Power of a Woman


The Power of a Woman

The empowerment of a women begins within herself,
if that women loves herself;
she has that authority to love anyone she chooses.


The power of a women becomes even stronger
when she finds herself and knows who she is;
and doesn't let anyone tell her otherwise.


The power of a women can make her strong enough
to stand on her own two feet; and finally that women is independent .
She will not be afraid to ask for help or help herself.


The power of a women is stronger then the grip of a
lions teeth when his prey is in his mouth.


The power of a women is a power no man could live without ,
because without a women there can be no man.


The power of a women is endless;
so stand tall, and represent for all the women in the world.


written by Tiffany Mitchell
Dedicated to: Women all over the world

Friday, May 25, 2012

Flirty Friday


It's Flirty Friday and I'm sure there are some singles out there who need a few new lines.
Feel free to steal some of these.

1. Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.

2. I have had a really bad day today and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. So, would you please smile for me?

3. Did the sun just come out or did you just smile at me?

4. I want to taste something sweet,could i taste your lips?

5. Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait, it’s just a sparkle.

6. If you don’t wanna have kids with me, then why don’t we just practice?”

7. I know milk does good for the body but DAMN how much did you drink?

8. They say Disney world is the happiest place on earth, obviously they haven’t been in your arms.

9. Your lips look so sweet, just one kiss and I swear I could give up sugar for life.

10. If you stood in front of a mirror holding 11 roses; you will see 12 of the most beautiful things in this word.

11. There’s so much to say but your eyes keep interrupting me.

 

When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Immortality -- A Cruel Fate


Luc Saint-Cyr, an immortal.
I write about the Sempervians, a race of genetically designed warriors who became too powerful for humans to control. It took hundreds of years to capture what humans hoped was all of them. It wasn't, but those captured were imprisoned on a world called Sempervia, as far from Earth and as far out on the edge of the galaxy as one could go. Humans stripped them of every vestige of technology and abandoned them with only seeds, gardening tools, and scant rations. When safely off planet, the humans unlocked the immortals' steel, coffin-like boxes. Most died from starvation before the first crops came in, but their metabolism refused to allow them the peace of death. They died repeatedly the first year on Sempervia.

Izzorah, Luc's forever love
Over the centuries, the warriors carved out a home for themselves, licked their wounds, used their enhanced memories and unique gifts, and rebuilt their technologies. They called themselves the Reborn. Pietas, one of the original leaders, proved too powerful and dangerous even for immortals to handle. Eventually, they exiled him from their world, along with one hundred of his followers.

Pietas is now free to gain their revenge on mankind. He plans a step-by-step galaxy-wide coup that will destroy those who dared imprison him. Unknown to the exiles, Luc is a spy, planted by the Reborn. One false step and either side could destroy him to protect themselves.

Wallpaper featuring Luc's Names and Lives
Luc is in all my Tarthian Empire books. The stories reveal his life and those of the mortals whom he protects. To other immortals, Luc Saint-Cyr is the strongest leader. Humans see Luc as he makes himself appear: the empire's most overwhelming, indefatigable, wealthy-beyond-dreams, trend-setting entrepreneur. Should I mention that one of his gifts is mind-blowing sex? Hmm. He's as happy with women as he is with men. Or, he was, until he met Izzorah in the book Surrender Love...

I uploaded wallpapers showing Luc in all his Sempervian glory, from his black-black eyes to his glorious physique. You can read more about him on this page. http://www.kayelleallen.com/ideas-luc.html and see art on this one http://www.kayelleallen.com/ideas-luc2.html  Izzorah is featured on this page. http://www.kayelleallen.com/ideas-izzorah.html

My DeviantArt gallery has full sized versions of the "Name" wallpaper. It features 18 identities he has held over the past few centuries. http://kayelleallen.deviantart.com/  If you live forever, you must become adept at hiding who and what you are.

When you're immortal, one of the curses is never being able to stay in one place. Saying good bye doesn't get any easier just because you do it again and again. If you were immortal, what would you dislike the most?


Tuesday, May 22, 2012

ShapeShifter Seductions ~ Look into the face of the dragon...



Late Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers, and happy Sun in Gemini.

With all the trademark-silly hoopla around the name, Adele, I thought I'd do my part to thumb my nose at the big corporate entertainment media. Their efforts to immorally crush any competition is beyond the pale. In this case, the pale horse shapeshifter.

Before I disappoint anyone, no, the pale horse is not the hero of this flash scene. I just get caught up in these off-the-wall tangents. That said, I am using the name, Adele, for my heroine.
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Look into the face of the dragon and don't despair...

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the un-fairest of them all?" Adele scrutinized her face in the enormous oval mirror she'd inherited from her great grandmother.

"I don't see a problem." She swivelled her head from side to side studying her features. "I like how I look. And, I like who I am."

For long moments, Adele stared at her eyes, what her mother described as gold and violet sparks. "I mean, I'd date me if I were a man. I'd ask 'me' out so fast my head would spin a thousand miles an hour."

Sighing as the same old confusion plagued her yet again, Adele moved toward her bed. Dispirited to the max, she plopped down, and ignored the streaks of light flashing across the mirror's surface.

Men, even those who were supernaturals, didn't seem interested in her, and she'd never been able to understand why. Adele had analyzed it to death over the years. But, dinosaur crap, she might as well dig a grave and toss the whole mess in. Give it a decent burial and be done with it.

Whenever she'd confided in anyone, all they would tell her was the same old BS about 'someday your prince will come'. Maybe, just maybe, she didn't want a prince. Not that she would refuse one if...

Adele clenched her eyelids so hard they hurt. She blinked her eyes just to ease the pain.

Often, for the last month or so, it felt like her heart was being shredded, as if it'd been torn from her chest and tossed into a wood chipper.

Okay, so she couldn't do the aggressive-woman thing, and go after some hunky guy, ask him out on a date. Although, she never had any problem engaging a man in a conversation, a good soul-deep conversation at times.

No, she'd never even had a problem working side-by-side with any male at a regular ole job. Of course, those pretending-to-be-normal days were over now that her magickal nature matured.

"Yeah, and here I thought my bad mojo would change once we moved to Talbot's Peak. Home of about every supernatural there is." Adele grabbed one of her pillows, and crushed it against her middle.

"And I hate the name, Adele," she spat. Angry, frustrated, she whipped her head back and forth. Her long straight hair slapped her face and shoulders.

With a sharp cry of despair, she let herself fall backward, smacking against the mattress. "It's not even my real name," she moaned.

But, she couldn't speak her real name. An enemy could use it to control her, and her magick.

"Stuck with a stupid name. Saturday night, and I'm stuck in my bedroom." Popping her head up, she glared at the mirror. "And stuck with an enchanted mirror who won't help me."

Oh yeah, she'd fantasized a million times about going to the Interspecies Pleasure Club. Disco dancing night in particular. However, without the balancing energies of a man, her powers could act up, or act out with disastrous results.

On pure impulse, Adele shot upwards hurling the pillow at the mirror. With her eyes mere slits, and her breath coming in bursts, she waited for something. Anything.

"Ouch, pretty one."

She waited a beat. "Ouch?" she demanded, her ire rising. Not that the mirror had ever spoken to her before. As in words.

More, it had been thoughts, impressions placed inside her mind. Or images appeared on the mirror's surface rather like looking into a crystal ball.

"How about? Look into the face of the dragon and don't despair," the deeply masculine voice intoned.

"Isn't that supposed to be 'look into the face of the dragon and despair'?" Adele snarked yet spoke in a serious warlock tone.

"Yes, pretty one. Merlin said that line in "Excalibur". What the humans here call a movie."

With no mercy, curiosity tugged at her causing Adele to rise from the bed. Still, she hesitated. "And just who are you? Oh, wait, I know. You're the man in the mirror. Instead of the man in the moon. Although, come to think of it, you could be the man in the moon, but you've switched to my mirror."

A hearty laugh emanated from the mirror. "Ah, yes, I was told your tongue is particularly clever and pointed."

Adele crept closer. She observed no image, and a heightened level of frustration gripped her. "You haven't answered my question, mirror man."

"I'll tell you my name if you tell me your name."

The intensity behind the ultra-deep sexy voice sizzled through her entire body lighting her up like a torch. "Adele," she quickly answered.

"Your real name."

"Your 'real' name first."

"Why don't we discuss it?" the voice gentlemanly seduced.

Adele halted in her tracks. A hypnotizing swirl of light covered the mirror's surface. Brighter and brighter, it gleamed.

She fell forward, a force pulling on her. Oh hell no! She was being sucked inside the mirror.

Disoriented, Adele crazily spiraled through some type of portal. A whirlwind seemed to seize her, and she wondered how her molecules held together.

Plop.

Not in control of herself, Adele landed face down on a good-sized lap. Like a big doll, she lay across thighs that were masses of muscle.

"Finally, my pretty one, I have you." Huge hands wrapped around her waist, and lifted her upright.

In those moments, her faculties returned somewhat. "Djinn," Adele uttered, as he positioned her on his lap.

"Not only a djinn, my fire elemental, but a shapeshifter. As you are also a shape changer."

Even though, her eyes still felt as if they slowly spun in their sockets, Adele gazed into brilliant blue eyes flecked with silver. "Shapeshifter?"

"Look into the face of the dragon and don't despair."

Shaken to her core, still Adele's resilience asserted itself. "I am not telling you my real name, Djinn Dragon."

"Not even for a night of Saturday Night Fever at the Interspecies Pleasure Club?"

Adele started, but clamped her lips. She wasn't going to ask how he knew. Of course, if he possessed access to her mirror, then...

"Want to see the disco outfits I have purchased for you?" the Djinn Dragon tempted, his voice like devil-red velvet.

When she didn't answer, and shut her eyes against temptation, his hand stroked over her hair. "More beautiful than gazing at you through the looking glass," he rasped. "Your tresses are the color of a fire's heart."

Adele didn't dare open her eyes. Goddess, but he smelled like every pleasurable sin she'd ever thought of indulging in. "Where are we?"

"Where else, my sweet flame? The Pleasure Club, inside my rooms."

Her tongue finally won out over any common sense. "Take me dancing, and I might...might tell you my real name."

"Ah, the wielding of power. So it shall be, pretty one. Your wish is my command"

~~~~~~

Have a shapeshifter kind of day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Monday, May 21, 2012

Monday Mojo

It's rather sad that Monday always gets a bad rap.  It's not Monday's fault. We play hard and stay up late on the weekend and when the alarm goes off at 5:45am on Monday... it's moan and groan time.  After fighting with the kids to get them to the bus stop on time, I grab a cup of coffee and attempt to start my day.



What do you do to kick start your Monday?


Sunday, May 20, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Crow Magic

Today's six sentences come from Crow Magic.




Lowering his head with a chuckle then startled by a sudden tapping at the sliding glass door to the balcony. He rose from the chair thinking of how unusual his life could be and moved to the door. With a tug the massive frame groaned open. A large black bird sat on the railing, glaring at him.

“What a sad sight you are, brother.” He waved to the bird. “Please come in.”



Crow Magic will be available in June from Decadent Publshing.
Check out Handcuffs & Silk from the 1 Night Stand series and Decadent Publishing.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Squeee! Release Day!!

Call Me Miz debuts from Ellora's Cave, today!






Blurb:
Missouri Hess doesn’t like to be called witch, though shecan heal with her touch and pull truth from a liar every time. Her gifts are a curse. She can’t choose who she helps and after a healing,she radiates pheromones and burns with sexual energy.

Thomas Hunter is a government agent and a member of SpecialForces, emphasis on the word “special”. In human form, Thomas is amouth-watering hunk of muscle wrapped in dark chocolate. As a golden-furred jaguarhe prowls the woods wearing fangs and claws. He’s been sent to Bitter CreekHoller to investigate the local werewolves
.
When Miz rescues the bigcat from a silver-coated conibear trap, he bites her. Claiming her as his mate,the jaguar leaves his man to work out the details. Now Thomas has to convincethe bewitching healer that she needs a familiar by her side




Excerpt:




Thursday, May 17, 2012

13 Ways to Beef Up Your Writing - Kayelle Allen

Are you looking for things you can do ways to make your writing stronger? Here are several easy steps you can take thirteen things you can do.

Keep in mind, editing is a science. There are rules in grammar, form, and for how to use content.

  1. Edit for passive construction, omitting words like am, was, were, be, being, been.
  2. Use an active verb rather than a conditional one (i.e., omit would/could). Example:
    He would do anything his lord asked, without quarrel or quibbling.
    He did anything his lord asked, without quarrel or quibbling.
  3. Substitute concrete terms for abstract ones. Thought vs mused, guess vs hypothesis
  4. Omit vague and abstract terms such as would, could, some, anything, about, only, better, less, etc.
  5. Look for long phrases and try to avoid them
  6. Avoid cliches like the plague. ;)
  7. Watch out for sentences that begin with conjunctions. (as, because, but, and)
  8. Count the number of times you use the words has, had, and have. Changing the tenses of the verbs around them can help you eliminate the need for them.
  9. Use online tools such as Pro Writing Aid http://www.prowritingaid.com/Free-Editing-Software.aspx#  or the Savvy Author's Autocritter page http://www.savvyauthors.com/vb/autocritter.php Both are free.
  10. Make a list of your personal no-no words. These are words you use as crutch words to move you from one point to another as you write, but edit later. Go over your list before you submit it to your editor, critique group, or beta readers. What kinds of words? I've provided a link to a pdf I created for my critique group that contains 128. http://kayelleallen.com/media/WordstoWatchWhenEditing.pdf Feel free to pass it along to friends.
  11. Look for euphemisms and use new phrases. Is the sex your characters are having really a "dance as old as time" -- surely you can do better than that. Let these tired old phrases die a natural death and make up a new phrase.
  12. Ask yourself what the worst thing is that can happen to your character, and then focus on words that fit that description.
  13. Grab a new tool. Have you seen The Emotion Thesaurus: A Writer's Guide To Character Expressionby Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi? It launched this week, and I bought a copy for myself and one for a friend. It provides phrases, terms, and other descriptors you can use to convey character emotions. No author should be without this tool. When you grab your own copy, start making a list of phrases you use as well. Each of us has something good to offer. Make the most of your own ability and record these phrases in a workbook, notepad, or document on your computer for later reference.
There are times when any of these rules can and should be ignored. If you are writing a complex, well-spoken character, you may need his/her speech to contain larger words, or a timid character to use a more passive vocabulary.

Start with the end in mind. What is the mood of the story? Once you decide that, find ways to make your writing match it. It will "beef up" (pardon the euphemism) on its own. Use good tools, and take notes about how other authors handle scenes and situations. Find a passage of a book that you enjoy and rewrite it in your own words, trying to make it stronger. See if you can improve it. Then, take a passage of one of your previously published books, and try the same thing. Editing is a science, yes, but it's also an art, and art takes practice. Never stop trying.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

ShapeShifter Seductions ~ Alliance, Shere Khan's Offerings



Late Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

It's the middle of May... can you believe it?

So, this flash scene stars that omnipresent villain, Shere Khan, leader of the Tiger Yakuza in Talbot's Peak.

Dugger, the dingo man, also stars in the lead role as the hero. With a common, take-no-prisoners enemy threatening The Peak, will a temporary alliance be formed?

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Alliance, Shere Khan's Offerings

As tiger, Shere Khan muscled his way through the night forest. Uncaring about who or what heard his approach, he thundered a roar without a pause in his stride. Shere Khan listened with satisfaction as the sound echoed around him.

Because of their agreed-upon mind connection, for now, he knew Dugger, the dingo shapeshifter, had been alerted. The negotiation for their tête-à-têt had been quite the mental challenge, and by the end, Shere Khan had gained a new respect for the crafty down-under canine.

Several of Shere Khan's top ninjas followed in his wake, soaring above the treetops. The inept fools who had allowed Ravi's future bride to escape had been placed in disgrace -- shipped back to Shere Khan's cousin, a minor player in the Yakuza empire.

Shere Khan curled his lips and loosed a snarl that struck terror in the hearts of his many enemies. While the use of magick assisted him in the subtle dance of gaining and keeping power, his raw strength suited his purpose and his mood now.

Ignoring the scurrying panic of rodent species and ground-nesting poultry, Shere Khan smashed through a thick web of entangled limbs. He had yet to choose a particularly severe punishment for the girl's father. His false tongue about his daughter's willingness to be a debt payment, was not to be tolerated.

Yet, on the grand chessboard of life, Nilambari's escape offered Shere Khan a bargaining chip. Of late, he had spent many a restless night pondering on the current times -- this ferocious and pivotal Dragon Year of 2012.

Changes in the balance of power were on the near horizon, a balance that no longer favored the Tiger Yakuza. Further, one vital truth had emerged during his deep investigation of the Global League.

Their plan for world dominion would mean the extermination of not only the Yakuza as a fearsome competitor, but of his tiger shapeshifter kind.

Shere Khan uttered a long rumbling growl against such an unacceptable fate.

****

Already shifted to his man form, Dugger lounged against the barrel-sized tree trunk. He listened to the smash-crash arrival of Shere Khan as he cleaned beneath his nails with his large throwing blade. Mother Moon shone like a spotlight overhead.

'Yeah, see 'em before my mind's eye. Several black pajamas,' he telepathed back to Symone, his beautiful, dimension-hopping sheila.

So far, it'd been painful as a roo's kick to the gut gaining her trust. But he was finally winning her over.

Earlier, he'd nearly jumped for bloody joy when she agreed to be his lookout, watching out for his ass during his summit meeting with the Yakuza leader. Given the Global League's invasion of their territory, he, Dante, and White Fang had agreed it was the best course of action for the sake of Talbot's Peak.

Even now, Dante, as werewolf, was positioned to his right, hidden by the deep shadow of a rock outcropping, a good two stories in height. On his left, White Fang observed from atop a high waterfall, ready to swoop down -- be the superhero to the rescue.

Dugger had discovered right quick that Symone's sharpshooter skills were as bang-on deadly at night as in the daylight. As she'd explained, some of what was labeled junk DNA by the looney scientists on this side of the dimensional curtain had been activated in her. Both by her desperate need to survive impossible circumstances, and later by specialized lab technicians.

Lifting his gaze, Dugger watched Shere Khan halt at the edge of the large clearing. Without a glance his way, and within moments -- hell, like a damn magical spell out of a storybook -- the Yakuza morphed from white tiger to his human form.

Yeah, just as he'd figured, the old gods ran in the tiger shifter's veins from the looks of him. Confirmed, when one of his ninjas floated a silk-thread, ornate robe around his shoulders, as if from on high.

Dugger sheathed his blade with a flip of his wrist, then straightened away from the tree trunk. "Spit and polish duds for out here in the woods, don't you think? But, I guess you are king of the crime mountain."

Shere Khan offered him a wan smile once they faced each other in the center of the clearing. His eyes, however, sparked with fire-devouring intelligence, the type Dugger respected as downright, run-for-a-cave dangerous. If he was in a runnin' mood. He wasn't.

"King of the crime mountain," Shere Khan formally intoned. "A title I find quite acceptable. My apologies, dingo, my wit does not extend to such cleverness with titles. May I address you as Dugger as you originally introduced yourself? Or perhaps, you wish to be addressed by what would be called your last name, here in the states."

"Dugger'll do. What's on your mind precisely? Thought we'd agreed on a meeting of the minds during the dark of the moon."

"So it was planned, yes. However, I suddenly find within my grasp an offering of good faith. Two offerings, perhaps."

"Is this about the brave young woman who escaped your clutches -- as they used to say in the dime pulp novels I read?"

"I know you will dismiss my words, dingo. I will state them for the record, as the politicians say in that useless body known as the congress."

"Yeah?" Dugger raised a brow. Since his hackles weren't giving him fits yet, Dugger didn't snake a hand toward his blade. "What is it?"

Shere Khan drew in a yoga-like breath, and his features became serene, reminding Dugger of a decorative pond on a fancy estate. "I was under the impression the young woman wished to come to me as a bride for my son. Her father deceived me. Or should I say his words deceived the one I sent as representative to settle a rather large debt."

For the bloody life of him, Dugger couldn't smell, hear or see a lie. Maybe, he hadn't daggered beneath the tiger's enigmatic gaze, though. "Listening," he growled.

"I will cease any effort to recover Nilambari to demonstrate my interest in our mutual alliance against the Global League."

"You said 'two offerings." Dugger's inner dingo ears pricked at the near-silent movements of Shere Khan's ninjas. At the same time, he heard Symone power up her science-fiction rifle, preparing to shoot. "You better warn your black pajama boys to stay still as a tick havin' a right good blood feast."

"Ah, yes, your sharpshooter partner. I am in awe of her efficient ability to eliminate our common enemy." Shere Khan unfolded his arms, and slightly waved his right hand. "For the sake of time and trust, and before one of my ninjas becomes too zealous in their duty to protect me, my second offering--"

Shere Khan's next words were lost amid the sudden bedlam of an attack. Super soldiers by Dugger's nose. Dante's blood-chilling growl shook the air, and Dugger heard his short running charge, his leap, then the crunch of his fangs. The ripping began.

In a tornadic spin, White Fang arrived. He fought side-by-side with the ninjas, battling twenty -- by Dugger's count -- of the bio-machine enhanced Global League squad.

He and Shere Khan had spun and stood back to back, their weapons raised. Like stuffed dummies, soldiers began falling around them, all courtesy of Symone, his sheila sharpshooter.

"That's my girl," Dugger whispered. "Won't even let me use my big bad blade."

'Not yet anyway,' he added to himself, thinking of his 'big bad blade' down under.

"You were saying?" Dugger spoke over his shoulder, once the few remaining soldiers were being mopped up.

"If your sharpshooter wishes to return to her time, to her earthly dimension, I am in possession of a proto vortex unit."

Dugger didn't question, for now, how Shere Khan knew. Bloody hell, his every particle screamed against telling Symone. But tell her he would.

He would also use every dingo trick in the book, and on Earth, to make her stay with him.
~~~~~~

Have a shapeshifter kind of day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Monday, May 14, 2012

Monday Mojo

Ok...
so who doesn't need a little Mojo to get motivated on Monday? 


How about a little bit of Jon Passavant? 
This supermodle from Pittsburge is the Renaissance man  in the fashion industry; his classic good looks with a touch of modern cowboy are the most popular subjects of countless designers, fashion houses, and romance writers' imaginations.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Happy Mother's Day



Happy Mother's Day
to all our readers and fellow writers who are Moms!

6 Sentence Sunday - Love Knot

 Today's six sentences come from Love Knot.


The breath from her words bounced off his lips back onto her. His lips were so close she heat radiated from them. Her arms locked around his neck as she stood on her tip toes. His mouth set fire to her body as he placed soft kisses along her jaw. Wonderful sensations swirled in her body as he enveloped her in his embrace. Soft lips brushed over hers then he gazed at her with a smirk on his face.



Happy Mother's day to my mom
who taught me the love of reading and encouraged me to become a writer. 
I love you!


Friday, May 11, 2012

Writer's Block





The power of pictures is undeniable. Take my recent case of writers block--please do, and don't bring it back. lol.


For days I sat in front of the laptop and...no...that's a lie.





I followed the crumpled paper trail crawling out of the office and--looking for things to do, I found dishes, laundry, dusting and grocery shopping lurking beyond the cave door--things I'd ignored for months and wanted to continue in that mode. But I simply could not justify being in front of the laptop--staring at it--completely brain dead.

So-- :) *beaming*  I went picture trolling, a delightful pastime guaranteed to make me forget about my writer's block and...

I found it.


...and I wrote:
Reluctantly, Miz unlocked the ward, watching it shimmer down allowing Thomas entry into her territory. In two leaps he was on the porch. She held the door open and the blanket waiting, ready to wrap it around his shoulders and cover his nakedness from her view. She grimaced at his forlorn appearance and stepped away from him.
I won’t be seduced senseless this time. Of course, Thomas immediately had to test that theory.
He pulled her into his embrace, wrapping her in the blanket and molding her to his wet skin at the same time his aroused cock fit snuggly against her belly.
“I’m hungry for you,” he growled against her neck as he nipped his way to her jaw and lips. Miz felt the truth of every groaned word he uttered.
“Shouldn’t a gone traipsing off to parts unknown, then, Sunny,” she drawled, trying to sound indifferent. But she tipped her head, excited by the way his lips explored the point between her shoulder and neck. 

Snippet is from Cat's Play, (working title) the second story about Miz and Thomas. Their first book, Call Me Miz, releases in one week on May 18th @ Ellora's Cave. 
C) 2012 Gem Sivad, LLC. All rights reserved 


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Thursday, May 10, 2012

Thursday 13 - Bedroom Boredom Busters


1.     Learn more about aphrodisiacs.

2.     Give your love a sensual massage.

3.     Buy a few love making technique books and read them together.

4.     Compliment your honey on how they look and while making love.

5.     Do a strip dance for your big daddy.

6.     Spend a day teasing your partner.

7.     Make love somewhere other than in your home.

8.     Experiment with different types of kisses.

9.     When casanova comes home, take control and make love to him right when he walks in the door.

10.  Share a bottle of champagne while laying on blanket in your backyard looking at the stars.

11.  Take a bath or shower together and slowly wash your partner.

12.  Leave hidden sensually, teasing notes where only your sweetcakes will find them.

13.  Experiment with food during foreplay.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Three Words: SciFi, Gay, Outlantacon


Paul Bright, Kage Alan, Eugie Foster,
Kayelle Allen, Shae Connor
I attended Outlantacon over the weekend. This friendly, local event has become my favorite convention of the year. What is it? Outlantacon is an Atlanta-based event for the Queer Geek audience! It had all the usual convention fare -- discussion panels, gaming, costuming, special events, etc. The difference was a queer 'bent' to everything. Here you can enjoy all the convention trappings in an atmosphere where you're free to be yourself! There were some unique twists, such as game shows like you've never seen them. The Match Game (a staple since 2007), Project Cosplay (introduced in 2010) and Nea's Drag Race (added in 2011) were all outrageously fun. There were film screenings by Paul Bright (Goliath Uprising, Altitude Falling), and by Jevocas Green and Eric Green (Uncanny X-Men, Between Lines).

A full Writer's Workshop took place, and included the following topics:
Denny Upkins, Eugie Foster
Shae Connor
  • How NOT to Get Published
  • Creating Grabber First Paragraphs
  • Character Creation and Development
  • Storytelling and Plotting
  • Self-Promotion and Marketing
  • Social Media
  • The Blogging Author

Next year's writer's workshops promise to be even bigger, and will include publishers looking for GLBT literature and themes.

Kiernan Kelly, Kage Alan, Kayelle Allen
Hushicho Phoenix, TC Blue
One of the best panels was one of the last: "Help! I'm Married to an Author!" It included words of advice (and some amusing confessions) by George Martindale (Lee Martindale's hubby), Butch Zonka (Kiernan Kelly's hubby), and a last minute addition of my own hubby, Ed. These guys go above and beyond. Lee says George is the official "schlepper" of her writing business, and he concurred. "Books," he said with a stoic smile, "are heavy." Butch is Kiernan's Publicist, coffee-deliverer, and business manager, and Ed keeps me going by taking care of details and giving me the freedom I need to write. None of us would do what we do with as much zip and aplomb if we had to do it alone.

When you attend a convention, what's the most important thing you look for? Do you go to have fun? To network? To get away from the workaday world? Which con is your favorite?