Archive for September, 2009
Writing a series gives me the chance to deepen and grow the story world far beyond what a single title allows. Where as writing multiple series strikes even me as more than slightly crazy.
The main problem with juggling multiple story lines is keeping them sorted. The advantage is I’m never bored.
I’ve noticed something new happening with Enyo Chronicles–the series itself is open ended. The pirates and the wicked stories aren’t, at least so far I haven’t had any flashes beyond the third installments of both of these.
The dragon and demon books appear to be an ongoing adventure. Given this basic difference, I may wind up specializing yet. ;)
Posted by Evanne @ 5:00 am |
An unedited excerpt from Joon’s Temptation, Book Two of the Enyo Chronicles, available now from New Concepts Publishing! :)
Mythos stripped out of his uniform. Stepping into the sanitizer he let the hot water, and then the warm air, remove the sweat and tension from his most recent mission. Before sleep, he closed and locked the entrance to his room to prevent interruption. The details of his sparsely furnished quarters hardly registered in his awareness. A clean sleeping couch and privacy were all he needed. An oversized seat with easy access to the enviro controls beckoned him to take his ease.
He ignored the promise of comfort until he’d assured his privacy. Only then did he allow his tired muscles to relax into the ease of the customized chair built to handle his oversized body. He tilted back before activating his personal reader. Rapidly, he skimmed the headline news, moving on to his recorded articles.
Quickly scanning the sharp display, he eagerly absorbed every account the recorder had accumulated for him about the Earthling witch. Pausing the rapid scroll, he studied an image of the female magic wielder. Aware that he’d become obsessed with the alien woman, he still couldn’t stop absorbing every scrap of information about her.
His obsession was illogical. The time he’d spent as a sex slave controlled by a Maldorean witch continued to fuel his nightmares. He rubbed the slave collar portal just under the skin on the back of his neck. As far as he could tell, it still carried the witch’s ward.
Though the woman was long dead, carrying her mark was hateful. A permanent reminder that he’d been too weak for prevent what was done to him.
So, what was it about the Earth witch that haunted him?
On Enyo, all women were rare. As an alien, he was ineligible for mating. And his treatment aboard the slaver had eliminated all pleasure from sex, leaving only a passion for revenge. Therefore, females were less than nothing to him. Except for this one strange Earth woman.
Maybe, that was part of the secret of the witch’s appeal. She looked nothing like a Maldorean female. The magic wielder had the face of a fierce angel and there was an ethereal purity to her slim form. On the rare holo-casts he’d seen of her, she’d moved with impossible grace.
Her voice was a siren’s song. Listening to her, he felt something, stirring deep inside. It was as if she spoke to him alone. A whisper of desire snaked past his defenses, and slipped into his system, making him shiver erotically.
For a second, he thought his cock had stirred. Then the usual nausea rose, threatening to choke him. Sickened by his fascination, and uneasy with the vague longing for a true connection like he’d never known, he finally turned off the recordings.
A dream fragment–flickered just outside of his conscious awareness. He never remembered dreams, except for the nightmares from his years in captivity. But, there were times when he awoke sticky from his own release. Those times had occurred after studying the Earth witch.
Clearly, she was dangerous.
Killing time, Helax logged in to check his credit balance. In theory, he could overspend. But, in reality, he’d have to work on it. The Enyo Space Corps fed and clothed him. He got to fly the latest ships and he didn’t have worry about how competitive the mating standards were. His nonexistent sperm count disqualified him from even the hope of consideration. His rating, a big fat F, was available to anyone with access to military records. The exact same information could be read–by anyone with a clue–with a glance at his personal tat.
It could have been worse.
No one knew why he was out of the breeding pool. Except for the lab tech, who’d run his fertility test. And even then, there’d been nothing to identify him other than a numeric code. His shameful secret was safe.
He sure as fuck wasn’t going to volunteer the humiliating fact to anyone. On a planet obsessed with breeding, it was bad enough being disqualified. If it got out that he was shooting blanks, he would be fighting to defend his warrior status every day for the rest of his miserable life.
“You ready to head out, man?” Mythos’s baritone was a welcome interruption of Helax’s gloomy thoughts.
They’d been friends ever since the big guy had entered Helax’s cadet class.
Something inexplicable, but powerful had drawn him to the feral youngling. Amazingly, Mythos had accepted his tentative offer of friendship. They’d been together ever since. It was almost enough to make him believe in destiny.
“More than, bud–more than.” He grinned at his friend and logged off the banking system, grabbing his shades on the way out.
He shook off the last traces of his serious mood, admiring his friend. Too bad the ladies of light were totally undiscriminating. Mythos would have impressed the hell out of a living, breathing woman.
As a non-native, his friend had the same F rating worked into his tat. But, it was a safe bet that the rippling mass of muscle wasn’t shooting blanks out of his cock.
To make up for his totally fucked-up case of envy, Helax clapped the big guy’s broad back. “I’ll buy your first session.”
His impulsive gesture yanked the big warrior’s head around. “What’s up–did you win the triple moon shot lottery?”
“Nah, I just like your ugly ass.”
Mythos stiffened.
Ah shit, incredibly bad choice of words.
Helax knew how touchy his man was–shit, anyone who’d done time on a slaver had a right to his issues. The big guy never talked about that part of his life. He didn’t need to–even an idiot knew what happened to slaves of both genders aboard the Maldorean mining ships.
He took a shot at fixing the damage he’d done. “Don’t go getting twisted on me. I’m talking like in a totally hetro way, you big jerk.”
A sorry excuse for a grin split his friend’s wicked lips. But, he teased back gamely. “Sure, you keep to telling yourself that.”
Helax laughed, but he hadn’t missed the fact that his man had sidestepped the offer. As far as he knew, the big guy had never visited the ladies of light, which was just plain sad. He wondered if the big guy knew that holo-hos came in both genders.
Never mind, he clamped down on the stray thought. That was so not a conversation that he wanted to have with his touchy friend. Not in this lifetime. Heading for the exit, he called over his shoulder, “Coming?”
“No, I’ve got some business I need to take of,” the big guy said.
Right, ‘cause that’s what horny warriors always did with their leave. But, all Helax said was, “Gotcha, catch you later.”
It only took a few seconds of mirror time to convince Helax it was smart to stick with craggy and natural. Unless he wanted to sign up for a total makeover, his situation was hopeless. Why bother to shave? The ladies of light didn’t care and there was no one else to impress.
Heading out of the unit, he was less than a meter from the exit when his com-link chirped to life. A glance at the call identifier raised his eyebrows and straightened his backbone. He’d almost made a clean getaway.
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Posted by Evanne @ 5:00 am |
Six cool things that happened this month :)
1) Two of my titles have been on the front page of New Concepts Publishing website most of the month–First Joon’s Temptation and Dangerous Secrets and now Pirate Rules and Joon’s Temptation.
2) For the first time, I had two releases in one month–Joon’s Temptation and Pirate Rules
3) I took a road trip to the beach
4) A fan asked for my autograph (blush, stammer, so cool)
5) Another fan announced she was going to request the library order my books, since they should be more widely available (more blushing and shuffling, and stupid grin wearing)
6) I’m a Kindle author! I want one of those, so I can indulge my book habit without lugging an extra suitcase. ;)
Posted by Evanne @ 5:00 am |
I’m reading Simon Says and remembering how much I enjoy Lori Foster’s stories.
Posted by Evanne @ 5:00 am |
September 24, 2009 | Real life
This month I have two releases scheduled from New Concepts Publishing, first Joon’s Temptation, Book Two in the Enyo Chronicles ,and then today the first of my sexy modern pirate stories– Pirate Rules!
Just in case you missed it, Dalila’s Choice was book one of the Enyo Chronicles. ;)
I’m thrilled and readers have a choice of different dangerously sexy stories.
Joon’s Temptation is set in the distant future on as yet undiscovered planet where the men out number the women thousands to one. And yet, none of the warriors express any interest in Joon. Proving that even desperate men avoid witches.
While, Pirate Rules is the first in a series of sexy modern pirate adventures, good kinky fun with a little danger thrown in, which makes the fun all the hotter.
Posted by Evanne @ 5:00 am |
The pirates are back! Finally, now I just hope they’ll talk to me. It would save so much time if they’d tell me what they had going on, instead of giving me visual peeks and leaving me to try to capture the story based on glimpses into their world and bits and pieces of disconnected conversations.
Pirate Games opens with a scene in seedy bar, I’ve known that much for awhile. What I didn’t know was the woman, who’s straddling the hero’s lap isn’t the heroine. I’ve yet to meet the heroine, but at least I know who she isn’t.
Hold on a second, the heroine showed up and that good looking guy with the full lap–not the hero. Fooled me too!
Alas, that’s how it usually happens. I do my best to make a coherent story around the fragments that float to the conscious part of my head, but I only get it half right. This means revisions are the norm. By the way, major revisions don’t eliminate the need for polishing.
I write the first draft faster than I used to, but since the characters are far less well-behaved than they used to be the total process takes as long as ever. :(
None of that detracts from the fact this is my dream job and I’m so grateful I get paid to hang out with the dangerously sexy guys. ;)
Posted by Evanne @ 5:00 am |
Excerpt from Joon’s Temptation, Book Two of the Enyo Chronicles. available now from New Concepts Publishing!
Joon shifted, almost imperceptibly. Still, such restlessness was unacceptable in any Belle Amity disciple. She swallowed a sigh.
Normally, she excelled at waiting. Lately, it had been hard to school her mind to quiet and to maintain the rigid posture protocol dictated. As the peak of her fertility cycle grew closer, the waiting got even harder. It seemed that the older she got the more violently her body protested her barren state.
Last quarter, she’d been confined to bed for a miserable week. Here on Enyo the weeks were only seventy-two hours long, but even a three-day week was much too long when she was wracked with pain.
She concentrated on loosening her neck muscles, trying to forestall the headache that threatened to make her discomfort worse. Her cycles had never been like this back on Earth.
Since her arrival on Enyo, her hormones had gone from mild rebellion to no-holds-barred guerilla warfare. She wasn’t sure whether it was the abundance of testosterone exuding warriors, or the shocking encounter with Dalila, which was to blame. Either way, the misery was Enyo related and she couldn’t help wishing that her tour here would end.
To distract herself from the uncomfortable vigil, she let her thoughts wander back to the last time she’d see Dalila.
The disciple had been desperate to know the truth of her mate’s secret hearts. But, she’d controlled herself well, hiding the need from anyone other than another sister.
Joon had studied her openly. “There was another factor influencing my decision to persuade the councilman, do you wish to hear of it?”
Plainly, not all that sure, Dalila had said, “Please.”
“Very well. You have a rare portion of courage, disciple. I would see your genes carried to future generations.” Joon had smiled, pleased to share a positive assessment. Then she’d started to make the sign of the Goddess over the other woman, signaling the end of their conversation.
Dalila halted her with another question. “Kelvar and Dexon, did you….did you influence them also?”
“It wasn’t necessary,” Joon said with as much reassurance as the words could hold. “When I examined them, I read their hearts. You have no reason to doubt your mates’ love.”
“Thank you,” Dalila said, bowing deeply. “I need to find them.”
Joon had returned the bow. “The sisters and I will be leaving for New Eden, the capitol of Enyo, in a few minutes. I take my farewell of you now, disciple. May the Goddess keep you until we meet again.”
“And you, Commander Joon.”
And then she made the sign of the Goddess over Dalila, giving the sisterhood’s blessing to Dalila’s unusual union with the warriors.
When Joon had proceeded toward her craft, the deep growl of warrior voices halted her journey. Her steps slowed, she turned her head, glancing back at the lovers. Needing to reassure herself that all was well with the disciple and her mates.
The Enyo men had caged Dalila between them, speaking to her in their rough manner. She had nuzzled each man in turn, reassuring both warriors of her love.
Certain that all was well, Joon had tried to make herself leave. But, the three lovers had captured her curiosity and her gaze remained locked on the trio.
One of the twin warriors had untangled himself from the embrace, taking a stride away from them, and then he’d paused to say something to the man still holding Dalila.
Unconsciously, Joon had put her fist to her mouth, stifling a cry of loss. The strength of her reaction surprised her. It was an unconventional breeding arrangement. And yet, she’d sensed that the three of them belonged together.
Perhaps, Joon had tapped into Dalila’s feelings, because the small disciple spoke to the man leaving, plainly displeased about something. Soon the scolded warrior was kissing his mate. As the kiss continued, big hands cupped the small woman’s bottom, pulling her flush against the warrior’s hard body.
Though the evening had cooled, Joon had grown warm. Her breasts had tightened and the channel between her legs had grown liquid with wanting while deep inside her belly an even more fundamental need had unfurled.
Twisting in his arms, Dalila had captured the other man and pulled him closer. She’d kissed him thoroughly. He’d returned her caress with so much enthusiasm that Joon had found herself licking her own lips. And then he’d covered Dalila’s breasts with his hands.
Joon hadn’t been able to keep from noticing that Dalila’s breasts were small, certainly no larger than her own. Shamefully, she’d continued to stare even as she projected an image of herself on board the departing craft, unable to tear herself away from the erotic scene, taking place in the privacy of the jungle.
The spaceship’s engine roared to life. And still, Joon watched the lovers, straining her capacity for illusion by cloaking her presence among the lush tropical plants in order to move closer.
Dalila’s warriors had worked together to strip off her uniform, and then theirs. At last, there had been no layers left between them. One man kissed the side of the disciple’s neck, stroking from between her woman’s slit to her back passage.
As the other man lifted Dalila, she’d wrapped her legs around the other’s lean hips, opening her secrets to both warriors. Unable to resist, Joon edged closer, confident that her cloaking would protect her from discovery.
“Now, sweet Dalila?” One warrior growled against her mouth.
The man’s deep voice made Joon’s lips itch.
“Yes,” Dalila whimpered, wriggling between the two incredible male bodies with their intimidating breeding shafts fully aroused–hard, long, and thick.
Joon’s sex had fluttered hopefully, her gaze riveted on the scene.
And then they’d both plunged into Dalila’s fragile body.
Posted by Evanne @ 5:47 am |
When both Hunter and Tru bond with Amber their mating triangle threatens everything they hold dear.
Determined to help rescue the princess, Cassandra agrees to act as the dragons’ sex slave, but can she guard her heart from the dominant males?
Camille, a plump, sweet-natured breeder, is caught in New Eden’s endless war with Baldor. Her mates, Jaxon and Aegis, need cunning and courage to rescue her. They need a miracle to capture her heart.
Werewolf-whisper Daniel is the only one who can heal Scarlet’s broken werewolf connection. If he succeeds then the pack’s needs will eclipse his claim on her heart. But if he fails, they'll both die.
A Scarlet Past, the story of Scarlet's parents is available on Amazon or Barnes and Noble for just 99 cents!
A lonely woman finds passion with a dominant much younger lover, when she tries to leave she learns her new master plays for keeps.
The Enyo Chronicles includes both Dalia's Choice and Joon's Tempation.
Three different stories, three dangerous men, and three women who deserve them.
One dangerous warrior woman plus two rogue demon males equals a love to threaten an empire.
Getting paid to watch Eduardo is Desiree’s dream assignment, but when he reaches out to her, crossing the line, everything changes.
Deep in her secret heart, she lusts for a sexy pirate who’d be her master and commander in the bedroom. But, this man may be too dangerous
One woman, two men, three wounded hearts--though already mated their love is still forbidden.
A reluctant reporter and a lone wolf undercover cop work to catch an extortionist, finding love requires the most dangerous risk of all.
Street-smart cop plays princess to catch deadly terrorists. Now,the only man she trusts is the one she can't resist.
What Sam doesn’t know may kill him--the love of his life is his worst nightmare--his enemy’s daughter.r.
