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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Humping Day Excerpt - Ves'tacha

I've just re-released an out of print story. This one is from 2003! One of my first published stories. It was originally in the Shifting anthology which is no longer available. It was weird giving it a quick once-over. But I thought I would just toss up a smutty excerpt for it - it is humping day after all!


What happens when an Alpha takes a mate who might one day succeed him? 

Sochar has spent his whole life admiring Gareth, his Alpha. For his part, Gareth has known from first sight that Sochar is his ves’tacha – lifelong mate, lover – and he’s been waiting for Sochar to come into his own and demand Gareth’s attention. When it finally happens, both werewolves indulge in their love and demand that the Pack accept things the way they are; after all, Gareth is the Alpha.

Everything is wonderful, to begin with, all shared hunting, loving and tail-chasing, but Sochar is moving into his prime, and the Pack is always looking for the next Alpha who will keep them strong. Can Gareth and Sochar survive if the pack looks to Sochar to fight Gareth for the position?

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Smutty excerpt:

Gareth ran their muzzles together, rumbling softly, chuffing. He whimpered and risked rubbing against the beautiful, solid body. The caress was accepted, Gareth rubbing back, the scent of hunger and something new in the air.
He raised his muzzle, sniffing, liking the new musk; it made his flanks quiver and he whined. Gareth rumbled softly, the sound familiar and comforting, vibrating deep within him. Sochar barked happily, telling Gareth he was Alpha, most loved, most beautiful.
Gareth answered, the low yips and growls an offer, a wish. It was heady, to hear the Alpha had wanted him, watched, waited. His own barks were high, excited and he lay down in front of Gareth, rolling, showing his belly, offering himself.
Gareth gave him a happy sound, muzzle tickling his belly, making him squirm and pant. He chuffed happily, enjoying the way Gareth played with him, showed him a side only the littlest pups got to see of the Alpha.
They began wrestling, rolling together, Gareth letting him learn the strength, the power in the lean body. It was a little intimidating, but also exciting, testing himself, learning Gareth. And the freedom to touch, to rub against Gareth... it made him want to howl.
Gareth's scent was coursing through him, was in his fur, in his nose, mingling with the crushed grass and the water and the scent of night. It made him ache, made him want... made him want all sorts of things he knew he was supposed to want with one of the bitches, but didn't.
Suddenly Gareth morphed, the long, lean Alpha staring over at him. The Alpha's hair was dark, grey streaks shining in the moonlight.
Oh. Oh, he swallowed and shook, eyes closing as he shifted, the transition still a little awkward. He was shy without his fur, shivering as the breeze blew over his bare skin.
"Sochar." The word was rumbled, low, Gareth’s muscled arms opening for him.
"Gareth," he breathed the Alpha's name, moving forward, pushing into the open arms and whimpering as warm skin met his own.
He was shaking, adrenaline and wonder, excitement and a touch of fear firing through him. The soft comforting sounds remained the same, warm hands petting him, holding him close. It calmed him and excited him at the same time and he looked up at Gareth, making a soft sound of inquiry, of need, of want.
Gareth leaned down toward him, lips exploring his face. They were surprisingly soft and warm, gentle. He whimpered, holding onto Gareth as he grew hard, the sweet touches making his breath short, making him want so much. His lips were lapped, nuzzled, fingers stroking his spine, his nape, pushing into his hair.
"Gareth." Another whimper left him and he followed his instincts, body rubbing against Gareth, shuddering at the sensation of his hard cock sliding along Gareth's skin.
Gareth growled, nostrils flaring. "Yes."
"Yes?" It this okay? I want more. Can I? His thoughts stayed quiet though and he just gazed up into those ice eyes and kept rubbing, shivers increasing.
"Yes." Gareth's hand slid over his shaft, lips covering his, making him want to rub and jerk and howl and arch.
He pushed sounds into Gareth's mouth as he pushed his cock into Gareth's touch, sure he was going to explode. Gareth was strong around him, so sure, so warm and comforting and arousing and... Oh.
He did explode. Just like that, he came, only it wasn't like rubbing off on his own had ever been. It was... it was everything and when he was done he kind of collapsed, but Gareth had him. Gareth had him.

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Happy Humping Day!

Happy Humping Day to All!

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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Not Movie But Still Tuesday

It's supposed to be Movie Tuesday today but I haven't been to a new movie in a while and I didn't watch any on TV either. It's been pretty much all Olympics all the time. While fun, it's intensive and I'm always glad that it's over and I can get back to my routine. Of course by the time the winter ones roll around, I'll be totally ready to immerse myself in for another two weeks. And as much as I love the summer Olympics, I love the winter ones, just that little bit more.

Anyway, so that's why it's Not a Movie Tuesday.

So I'm scrolling through facebook and there's one of those 'suggested posts' that's really an advertisement. It's for a telescope and it says, "see a fly from 3300 feet away." And my only thought is why the heck would I want to see a fly from any distance, let alone 3300 feet away?

My Pen15 Club colouring books arrived yesterday. I picked up two so I had one to give away. They are hilarious and I totally should have picked up a couple more to give away. I think I'll make it a part of my basket for the Coastal Magic Con raffle.

I have a birdfeeder and a bunch of suet block holders out in the backyard. I have all sorts of birds showing up for the seeds including blue jays, cardinals, finches, sparrows, grackels and my favorites - two different kinds of woodpeckers. There are also black squirrels, grey squirrels, red squirrels and chipmunks! It'll be interesting to see what all stays when winter rolls around.

Mmmm winter... yes, I said the W word! I am looking forward to fall and winter and we've had two mornings in a row where it's been much cooler out and I've been able to leave the back door open for a couple of hours. It's going back to full on summer this afternoon, but it's given me a taste of the cooler weather coming soon.

I've seen a draft of the cover for Emergency Services, the next Underground book and I can't wait to share it with you once it's done! Been two years since the first one came out. I'll try not to let it go as long for the third one.

Staying on the self-pubbing front. I'm currently working on the next VG book, which it seems wants to be a foursome. I shall no doubt have to let it be so! And I'm also working on the next Mannies book. This one is going gangbusters. I do love it when they tootle along happily on their own. I'm also hoping to have a new Hammer novel for December, as it's my tradition to have a Hammer and a Mannies book out early in the that month. I don't know if I'm going to have the time, though. I've got deadlines for my non-self-pubbed stuff.... we shall see!

I keep having to remind myself that it is Tuesday today and not Wednesday. I don't know why I keep thinking it's Wednesday, either.

Have a great rest of the week,
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Monday, August 22, 2016

My God It's Monday

It's my final Olympic observations post

  • The craziness of the bronze wrestling bout where the Mongolian guy celebrated before time was up and wound up losing... the best bit of that drama? His coaches taking off their clothes and throwing them in front of the judges in protest. The one guy got all the way down to his skivvies. O.o
  • Interrupting the Olympic coverage to bring us The Tragically Hip's last concert live and in full. Thank you CBC for that.
  • Race-walking, still the funniest looking sport, but man, those guys race-walked 50K! And in under four hours in that heat. Impressive. Not surprising they were collapsing just across the finish line.
  • The sculpture around the Olympic flame was stunning.
  • I love that the athletes parade into the closing ceremonies willy nilly - they can be with their countrymen, they can be with new friends made, it's all one mish-mash.
  • I do love watching the Olympics, but I am so ready to get back to normal viewing habits. And to not being distracted by things happening when I really should be... editing, writing, filling out forms, take your pick.
  • My favorite new Olympic sport was the rugby 7s. I enjoyed watching the men play, too, but the women were stunning. Tough and capable and I loved the Maori warrior dance the New Zealand team did after they'd lost. 
  • Least favorite new Olympic sport - golf. I say again, why Olympics, why? (it bears repeating)
  • I love that this year's Olympics gave me another swimmer, whose book is coming along nicely. I'm not sure if I'll self-pub or submit somewhere, but look for it next year sometime :)

Have a great week everyone!

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Sunday, August 21, 2016

Suddenly Sunday

And suddenly August 21... Wow, time is marching on like it's late for a hot date.

Olympics almost over - I'll watch the closing ceremonies tonight and do a last Olympics observations tomorrow.

Did errands and edits today, along with filling out some cover forms. And the word goes on.

It rained all day, now it's not. They were calling for thundershowers, but that totally didn't happen. Tomorrow is supposed to be a little cooler - though I'm not sure if that's going to happen given that we didn't get the thunderstorms to clear things out, but then it's back to fairly warm. By next weekend it should be more temperate. Not cool or cold, but not as hot as its been. I'm looking forward to being able to keep the back door open and having a nice breeze blow through. And wearing a sweater or a hoodie. Man, I miss the cooler weather.

With Underground: Emergency Services at edits, I'm trying to plan out my self-pub schedule. I want to do a Velvet Glove book a Hammer book a Mannies, a Fairytale Shifters... so many stories, not enough time. If I didn't have to sleep, I could totally get twice as much done!

Okay. I've erranded, I've worked, and tomorrow is Monday. Time to grill up some burgers and sit back and relax for the evening.

Have a good end of the weekend!

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

No dress rehearsal, this is our life.

Just finished watching the last Tragically Hip concert along with the rest of Canada. I love that CBC did this without commercials, without censoring, and without cutting it when it went over. I love feeling like the entire country was watching with me. This really was our band. So many great songs, so many amazing lines.

Road Apples is my favorite of their albums - one of my all time favorite albums period. And this is one of my favorite songs from the album. (Though it's hard to choose, every song on that one is great.)

"Little Bones"

It gets so sticky down here
Better butter your cue finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
Two fifty for a hi-ball
And buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
Two fifty for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
To every rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe

They'd say, "Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"

So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
Music all it's delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change
Two fifty for an eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Well, nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing's -dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired

"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
Little bones
Full of all them little bones
Little bones

    -- The Tragically Hip

Smutterday - Reclaiming

The first book in the Immortal Ink series -- Reclaiming -- is currently available for early download at Pride Publishing (look for it to be available through the distributors on September 13).

I have to admit, the reader advisory on this one makes me grin - beware there's biting and bloodplay in this story about vampires! I would have thought that was kind of a given, seeing as they're... you know, vampires :) Suffice it to say, this one is mucho kinky! And also - I love the last line of the smutty excerpt I'm sharing here today.


Beau thought Aaron was dead to him… Imagine his surprise when his former lover slinks into his tattoo shop.

Eight months ago, vampire Beaudelaire Delacourte had it all. As a tattoo artist, he used his special ink and spells to permanently tattoo other immortals and spent countless hours feeding and indulging in BDSM with his human lover, Aaron. Then he asked to turn Aaron so his lover could join him permanently, but Aaron refused, not willing to give up his humanity. 
Since then, Beau has kept his head down and stayed in his shop, only interacting with his clients who all come for his special brand of ink.

When Aaron shows up on his doorstep, half-dead and apologizing Beau is shocked to learn that his boy was turned at the local vampire club by Stephan, another vampire. Not only was Aaron turned, but his chest was torn open, his fangs were broken and he was left in an alley to die. Spurred by the need to see Beau one last time, Aaron has been hiding in an abandoned building until he found the strength to make it to Beau’s shop.

Beau takes his boy in again, promising that Aaron will earn his place back in Beau’s bed, and vowing that he will take revenge on Stephan. Unbeknownst to Beau, Aaron is only the first in a long line of humans who Stephan has created then turned out to fend for themselves. As Beau discovers that this is only one of the old rules that Stephan has broken, he and Aaron are drawn into a web of intrigue that can only end in someone’s death.

Reader Advisory: This books contains severe biting and bloodplay during sex between vampires. There is also a scene of fisting and some scenes of violence.

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Smutty excerpt:

"That’s why I bound you with the honeysuckle.” Beau traced the tattoo again. “Do you understand? I’ve bound you to me with my tattoo. It will last forever and you will be mine as long as you wear it. I have added my will to yours with these sigils.”

“Yours.” Aaron's silent heart felt as if it could beat at that.

“That’s right.” Suddenly Beau kissed him, hard and toothy. Necessary.

His eyes went wide, and he stared into Beau’s beautiful dark eyes. God, he hadn’t forgotten how stunning Beau was. Beau stared right back, the kiss not easing for a second.

Aaron reached up, fingers tangling in the heavy mass of hair, the ebony strands raw silk. Beau growled for him again, the sound pleased rather than angry this time. Then Beau bit at his lower lip, enough to make him bleed, he sting almost delicious.

He gasped, his body trying hard to respond, his cock actually trying to respond. Then Beau clipped his own lip, the drops slipping into Aaron’s mouth. The blood tasted of fire, and he cried out, the rush unlike anything he’d ever felt. One drop after another dripped onto his tongue, his body absorbing it like a sponge.

His whole body felt alive, electric. He began to rock, the fabric of his clothes too rough, the dirt in the fibers unbearable. Whether Beau knew somehow or wanted him naked, it didn’t matter, the results were the same. Beau ripped his clothing from him, baring his skin to the air. And Beau’s touch.

He muttered out his thanks, his agony, even as he worried about the heavy scars that covered him. Beau dragged his fingers along Aaron’s skin, nails scoring him, the wounds healing immediately. The sensations confused him, aroused him and worried him. Mostly they made him want to bite.

More drops poured into his mouth as Beau kissed him, each one making things more intense. He cried out, arched into Beau’s body. Beau tongue-fucked his mouth, leading his body into a dance.

Insane. This was making him utterly insane.

Rolling on top of him, Beau rocked against him. Beau was as hard as he was. The desire stole his breath and gave him something dangerous. It gave him hope.

Beau moved slowly, thrusting against him, the huge, hard cock pushing and rubbing on his own, and every time Aaron began to worry, to doubt, another drop of blood slid into his lips, distracting him. Arousing him. Beau’s blood made him feel invincible.

“See, child? I told you I would protect you.”

“Beau,” he breathed out the name.

“Yes. And don’t you forget it. Don’t you ever forget I am your true Master.” 

Beau continued to move, driving him higher. Aaron’s cock began to leak, heated drops forming at the tip. It slicked the way, Beau moving faster.

“Smell you, A.”

“I thought… I thought I’d never…” Not for an eternity.

“You weren’t with the one you were made for. Now you are.”

All Aaron could do was groan. Was this real, true?

Beau moved faster, drops of blood continuing to fall into Aaron’s mouth and making him feel more vigorous, more everything. Suddenly Beau pushed him over, rubbing them together, the friction enough to make Aaron twist.

“You’re going to come for me, Aaron. You’re going to feel it shooting through your body and out your cock.”

“Will it feel the same?” He’d dreamed of coming in Beau’s arms since he’d been turned, but had never once believed it could be true. Hell, this was the first time he’d been hard since he’d been turned.

“I don’t know—I’ve been like this a very long time.”

And Beau was perfect.

Beau bit into his lips again. “You’ll have to tell me.”

Any pleasure was more than Aaron had ever prayed for, so it didn’t matter if it were the same or nowhere near as good.

Beau rocked harder, their bodies tight together, and an ache began to build inside Aaron, the sensation huge, fierce and more than he could comprehend.

Head dropping to Aaron’s throat, Beau threatened his skin with those sharp incisors. Aaron lifted his chin, because what else was he going to do? This he understood. This he believed in.

When Beau’s teeth sank into his skin again, Aaron felt it throughout his entire body. He screamed silently, his hips jerking. Beau sucked hard, pulling Aaron’s orgasm right out of him, cum pouring from his cock.

This wasn’t coming, though. This was dissolving. This was dying, and it felt so good.

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