Saturday, September 26, 2015

Delayed release of GRAIG

Due to some unforeseen issues, GRAIG, Earth Dragon Book 2 will have it's release delayed.

As soon as I get word from my publisher, I will let everyone know what the new release date is.

I apologize for the delay, but I promise the story won't be too long.  I hope to see a late October 2015 release, if possible, but I can't promise that at this point.

And know the reason behind it is to give you the best possible story -- during the last round of edits, a major plot hole was noticed that no one had caught through the process.  I asked my publisher for more time to make it right instead of going ahead with release.

I'd hoped to get it done in time, but it ended up being a major fix.  

I appreciate you all too much to send out a flaming pile of crap.


Tuesday, September 22, 2015


They survived catastrophe, but can they live on together?

 Archer did things he didn’t know he was capable of doing to survive the zombie virus that brought down the world. When his traveling companion is murdered by dead ones, he knows his time has come. Seconds before he’s slaughtered, a combat vehicle crashes through the scene and a masked man saves the day—a man he feels inexplicably drawn to. 

Only the man isn’t a man, but a vampire. 

 Syn is a tracker, sent out to find and protect the last of the humans and the precious blood in their veins. Archer isn’t like the others he’s found. He feels tied to the human in a way he can’t explain. The two come together explosively, both fighting the intense emotion they feel before running to escape their burning lust. 

 Can they find a way back to one another?

Archer heard an engine rev out of nowhere, and a huge vehicle ran through the crowd of dead ones, mowing them down with ease. The passenger door was flung open before him. A masked man stared at him, hiding who his potential savior was. Or if he could trust whomever was behind it.

“Get in!” a tinny voice cried out.

Without much more consideration, as the inside of that truck was better than the death surrounding him, he jumped in. The man stepped on the gas before Archer could barely even attempt to slam the door closed, not that he could’ve had he wanted to.

“Get the door shut and fast!”

“I’m trying,” Archer screamed, stabbing his hunting knife into the head of a dead one clinging to the door. As soon as he kicked that one off, he jammed his knife into another, slamming the door on another set of decaying fingers and slicing them off. They fell in his lap, still wiggling.

A dozen dead ones hung on to the hood of the truck, which was being spun from side to side, trying to fling the creatures off. Archer reached for a non-existent seatbelt and then held on for dear life.
“Hold on to the wheel,” the guy screamed, rolling down his window.

The driver lifted a pistol as Archer grabbed the huge wheel and leaned out. One by one, he got the dead ones between the eyes, and they fell under the moving vehicle. Bouncing as they rumbled over the bodies, Archer tried to keep the thing on the road. He wasn’t even sure what it was. It was something between a truck and a tank, with an Army vibe. The tech surrounding the wheel was anything but Army-issued, though. Whatever it was, he’d never seen anything like it, and was more than happy to have seen it when he did.

Finally, the driver dropped back into his seat, the dead ones gone from the hood. Just as he began to roll up his window, a hand reached in. Lightning quick, the guy sliced the hand off with a scary-looking blade, then proceeded to roll his window up.

Archer leaned back into his seat and stared at the road ahead, stunned as hell he’d made it out alive. His heart continued to thump hard in his chest as he stared at the masked driver.

“Syn,” the guy said with that robotic-sounding voice. He held out his gloved hand.

Archer really took in the guy’s appearance for the first time. He wore some weird gas mask-like thing with goggles. Here it was, the middle of the summer, and he was covered from head to toe in black leather, from his neck to his gloved fingers and shitkickers.

“Syn’s short for Synclair,” the guy said again, still offering his hand. “As in my name. You’ve got one, right?”

“Archer,” he answered, finally taking the extended hand. “I can’t thank you enough,” he added as he shook it.

“No problem. I’ve been following you for weeks,” the masked man said, returning his hand to the wheel and looking ahead. “I’ve been just a day or so behind you for the last week. Good thing I caught up when I did.”

Archer frowned, his hackles rising. “Why were you following me?”

“I find humans to take to the Southern Citadel.”

The Southern Citadel? “Wait, what?”

“You haven’t heard of the Citadels?” he asked, glancing over at Archer. 

Archer shook his head.

“There are three human cities. They’re walled and protected and already teeming with people. It’s my job to help find the last of the humans to take there so some sort of civilization can start again.”

Human cities? Walled and protected? It sounded too good to be true. And he’d learned anything that sounded too good to be true likely was. Even with his doubt, only one question truly came to mind. “You guys got food and water there?”

The masked man chuckled. “All you could ever want.”

“Then what are we waiting on?” Archer knew he might be walking into a trap, but the promise of hot food and a hot shower was too good to ignore. He was running on empty. He needed to regroup.

He glanced at the man driving, again wondering about the weird get-up, but weird was now the norm in their fucked up world.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Guest Author - Victoria Vallo and Training Him

Welcome Victoria Vallo back to my blog -- as she brings a piece of her new release, Training Him.

Darden engages a pet from the pleasure houses of Nakam more out of boredom than anything else. When the young man is presented to him, he knows something isn’t right. Someone is trying to trick him, and he’s going to find out why and make them pay. But even though Laxus has no training whatsoever, something about him intrigues Darden, most especially his willingness to pretend to be a pleasure slave for a stranger.

Laxus loves sex, and he loves money even more, so he agreed to pose as a pet for the high fee he was offered. But his target immediately sees through his lies, and Darden insists on giving Laxus “proper training” as they keep up the charade to trap Darden’s enemies. Laxus has little choice but to submit to everything Darden has in store for him.


Darden pressed closer. “You trust me then? Believe all the promises I’ve made?”

Laxus hesitated. “I have little choice. If I run away, you could send the authorities after me. You’re my best bet to come out of this unscathed.”

“Yes, I could turn you in, but I won’t if you’re loyal.” He tightened his grip on Laxus’s ass. “Good thing for you I like fucking you so much.”

The door chimed, and Darden nuzzled him, letting everyone see. They walked out of the lift and moved through the waiting people, many of them nodding in acknowledgement to Darden. They walked through the throng in the business district and entered the palace grounds.

“How grateful are you?” Darden asked as he moved slowly and scanned the crowd.

“Very grateful, sir.”

“Do you think you’re up to a little performance?”

Laxus faltered a bit as they came to a stop. “I can try.”

“Then let’s go to the pleasure garden.”

Laxus stumbled along behind him, wondering if he was about to be fucked in public. In the pleasure garden, anything was allowed. The hedges around it were high, but within, one could be seen by the others enjoying dalliances. “Whatever you wish.”

“Everyone here knows me,” Darden whispered. “I want to be seen enjoying you. I want her to think her ploy has worked.”

They approached a guarded archway and were permitted to enter. Laxus heard laughter and moans as they wound through the labyrinth. When they came to a spacious alcove, Darden stopped and pulled Laxus into it. A linen canopy above the space provided some privacy, but the sun shone through the thin fabric so anyone walking by would see them clearly enough.

Darden pulled Laxus into his arms. “I want to be here a while. I’m going to sit and let you suck my cock. Don’t worry about getting me off. Just worry about letting people see my cock in your mouth.”

Darden sat on the couch in the center of the space and drew his tunic off, his muscles rippling as he opened his pants and freed his cock. The shaft already semi-erect, he held it in his hand and pumped. “Come here, pet. I want your mouth on me.”

Laxus knelt, and Darden took hold of the leash to draw him close. They stared at each other a moment, and then Darden pulled him toward his crotch. Laxus opened his mouth and took Darden’s cock in. He sucked gently and tried to keep his gaze locked with Darden’s. Some people slowed as they moved by, and Laxus did his best to ignore them. Staring into the man’s eyes for so long made Laxus feel self-conscious.

Darden shifted his position after a few minutes and began stroking his cheek. “You’re doing well. I bet women loved that tongue of yours.”

Laxus held Darden’s cock and circled his tongue around the head. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to show his gratitude or ingratiate himself even further, but he knew he wished to please Darden. After a few more minutes, Darden stopped him and leaned down to whisper, “Kiss my stomach and chest. Lick and bite my nipples. Caress me.”

Laxus saw pure lust in Darden’s eyes as he pulled back and slouched against the back of the couch. Straightening, Laxus bent over to kiss the man’s flesh. It was hard and hot under his lips, and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy the contact. Darden’s hand came to rest on the back of his head as his tongue traced the muscles of Darden’s abs. He opened his eyes and snaked his tongue out to lick one nipple, and then he bit it gently.

“Suck it,” Darden said, his voice thick and rough.

Laxus did so, sighing and tonguing the nub. He moved to the other nipple and did the same things. Lifting his eyes to Darden, he inched down and trailed kisses back to his cock. Darden tangled his fingers in Laxus’s hair and rubbed his cock across Laxus’s lips.

“I think I like you grateful,” Darden whispered before forcing his cock into Laxus’s mouth.
Laxus gagged as the head entered his throat, but he recovered after a moment. The game seemed to be over as Darden fucked his mouth roughly. Was it simply the stimulation, or had Laxus done something special to make the man this needful? He could hear Darden panting, and then the man gave a soft cry and shuddered as he came down Laxus’s throat and tilted Laxus’s head up just enough for their gazes to meet. Laxus swallowed, his face reddening as his own cock swelled with the need for release. 

Wednesday, September 16, 2015


COMING Late Fall 2015

Earth Dragons Book 2 has had it's released delayed.  Please see my later post for more details.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

NEW RELEASE: An Omega for Two Bears

Asher McCreary not only has a terrible family name, but he’s an omega as well. After years of abuse by his wild family, he’s finally broken into too many pieces by a would-be pair of murderers. As he lays in his hospital bed, he finds champions in Graham and Airan, the Bear Mountain sheriff and doctor, both adamant they’ll protect him from the ones who fractured him.

Graham found the omega bear battered and left for dead in the woods of Bear Mountain. Unable to ignore the mating scent, he’s shocked to learn he and Airan are bound to another bear, not the human they’d expected.

Overcoming their odd match will be the least of their worries when Asher’s attacker comes after the trio full force, ready to destroy as many bears that get in his way to the head of the council table.


There was no noise coming from behind the door. He hesitantly knocked, wondering if he was waking the omega up.


“Dinner’s ready, whenever you are,” Graham said before heading back down the hall. He wanted to see the look on Asher’s face when he saw the table.

He walked around the back of it, alongside Airan, and waited.

Only he was the one who was surprised.

Asher walked out bare-ass naked.

Heat flooded Graham’s body, and every drop of blood went straight to his cock. The animal need rose within him, but he tamped it down. Airan says he needs time. Doesn’t look like he wants it, though.

Asher walked closer, taking in the table. He looked up at the two of them. “You did all this… for me?”

Graham could barely speak. There was no conscious thought in his head. He looked to Airan and saw the male was equally stricken.

“Yeah… we thought it would be nice… to welcome you home,” Airan finally sputtered out.

“I thought there was a better way to welcome me home,” Asher said, running a hand down his body. He gripped the base of his hardening cock and stroked the flesh once, twice, as they watched him.

“You need time… after what happened to you,” Airan said through clenched teeth. “We shouldn’t rush things.”

“He’s right,” Graham said, holding on to the back of the chair in front of him with a white-knuckled grasp. “We have all the time in the world.”

Asher shook his head. “I don’t want more time. I want to know a loving touch, not the one I remember now. I want you to erase the bad. Show me what it means to be loved.”
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