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Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Tuesday Teaser


It's time for Tuesday Teaser, and time for more Harvest Young. I think I'm going with Bound by Love for Hamza's book, mainly because the last book with be called Bound by War. You know... love and war theme? It seems like this book would fit the war title, but Laken's book is last and his mate really fits that whole idea.

**TRIGGER WARNING**


TRAUMA FROM A BOMBING/ GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF WOUNDED


rest of Chapter Two


Neo pulled his hands out of the young male’s chest, stepped back, and yanked off his gloves, dumping them on the floor. He didn’t even have time to find a fresh lab coat before the guard flipped open his communicator.
They transported into hell.
Ash, and what appeared to be shredded scraps of paper, rained down. Black smoke billowed skyward from the section of the palace that had been destroyed. It looked as if a giant hand had dug into it and scooped out part of the structure.
Twisted metal and broken concrete lay smoldering on top of nearby flyers, which were burning, adding to the smoke. The scent of burnt plastic, metals, and plasma rose into the sky. From where Neo stood, he could see into the twisted support beams of the upper floor. Mangled wires, blowing in the breeze, hung from ceilings.
The heat was stifling. Males sat on the ground, staring sightlessly. Some wept. Others screamed. Guards rushed about, calling out orders. Palace doctors sought to treat the survivors. The palace’s red alert blared, adding to the chaos.
“Good. Gods.” Neo honestly couldn’t understand what he was seeing. It just… didn’t compute. Taking a step, he stumbled over something. Grabbing the guard’s arm to steady himself, he glanced down. “Oh. Oh… fuck.”
A hand. A fucking hand had tripped him. There wasn’t a body attached to it, either. It was an ash covered, mutilated hand with what looked like red meat and a bone sticking out.
The guard next to him heaved.
In every direction he looked there was blood splatter, body parts, pieces of clothing… and the gods only knew what he was standing in. And ash. There was a lot of ash. It continued to fall from the sky, covering every damn surface. This… this couldn’t be happening. The palace was the most fortified structure on the whole damn planet, so why was part of it in shambles? What of all the people inside it? What about….
Neo spun toward the guard and grasped him by his shirt. “My family! My mate! You tell me right fucking now, dammit. Are they okay?”
“There’s been no word from the Planetary Defense building, remember, my prince? Transporters work, but communication is spotty. The last transmission said to get you here quickly and that it was urgent. That’s all I know.”
“Hey!” Another royal guard yelled, waving his arms. “Here. Over here. I’m to escort Prince Neo!”
A groan caught his attention, and Neo turned. Nearby someone lay. His instinct to aid the wounded kicked in, and he ran to them, dropping to his knees next to a badly broken and bleeding body.
The guard yanked Neo right back to his feet. “No! There isn’t time. We must go. I can’t stress how urgent that is.”
There wasn’t time to help someone? How could he leave the male there? Gods, he couldn’t even tell if he recognized the person since half of his face was melted off. It was just gone. And limbs were blown off. How was he even alive? As he watched, the male’s eyes opened, and he gasped. His mangled body arched off the floor… then fell back, collapsing.
Neo watched him die. “Gods. Gods damn it!
It was that moment—surround by unimaginable horror—Neo wanted to cry. To yell. Instead, he had to keep moving, keep going onward toward the next horror. He glanced down, seeing the blood bright against the gray ash on his clothes. Then he took a deep breath, because he knew it didn’t matter. There was going to be more death. More pain. And whatever awaited him was bound to upset him more than this.
Neo tried to shut out the screams of pain as he was dragged along. “But….” Neo tried to stop but his guard tightened his grip on Neo’s arm. “Just a damn minute! I thought I was needed at the Royal Physician’s office.”
The male huffed as they came to a stop by the one waiting. “I said the Royal Physician needed you, not that we were going to the Royal Physician’s office, Prince Neo.”
“Parts of the palace aren’t safe. Medical and the Royal Physician’s office sustained extensive damage. They are… not functionable. The royal family and their friends have been moved to an underground bunker. The Royal Physician has set up a temporary site there for now. Szin and Dayo are there, along with your dad and dabba. I will escort you.”
Sustained massive damage? But Szin and Dayo were there, giving birth. How is this even happening? “Why didn’t we transport in?”
“We’ve managed to get that area shielded, just in case.”
They followed the Royal guard for several blocks. The Darkkit palace was a spiraling complex, thank the gods. Not all of it had sustained damage. They entered the back of the palace and passed through several security checkpoints as they descended farther underground. Fear lingered in the guards faces as Neo passed them.
An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as they hurried onward. The royal guard led them to a room, which also had numerous males on duty. Grief and anger sat heavy on the air. He could practically taste it.
As they drew nearer, a pain-filled wail reached their ears. Neo broke into a run, his instinct going into overdrive. It’s bad. It’s really, really bad. Fuck. The guards lowered their head as he rushed into a rather drab room. He skidded to a halt, the incredibly bright lights hurting his eyes. Blinking frantically, he swiped at his face, which made matters worse. A hand holding a scrap of cloth appeared in front of him.
“Here, Prince Neo.”
Taking the cloth, he wiped his face. He folded it once he was done, but the soot on it surprised him. Was he covered in ash? Since there wasn’t anything he could do about it, he stuck the cloth in his lab coat pocket. The stench of burned flesh slapped him in the face. Dread washed through him. He knew that scent… he smelled it too often in the last unit hour.
On a medibed in the middle of the room sprawled King Duran, and Neo hurried to his side. His eyes were open, but they stared sightlessly at the ceiling. A cloudy film already covered them. A dried trail of blood marred the king’s mouth. His body was still, no movement at all. No wonder, since King Duran’s chest was torn apart, the ribs protecting his heart shattered. Even the heart muscle was a mangled mess. But the massive wound was cauterized, and only laser pistols would leave behind this kind of damage. There was nothing Neo could do.
He glanced around the room. Jolak knelt next to the bed, holding the king’s limp hand. Keyno was there. So was Neo’s dabba, Doc. Where was Dale, Chad, Gibor and his dad, John? Were they with Szin and Dayo? Were they all being kept somewhere else?
Neo blinked, trying to get his brain to function as that damn wailing raked across his nerves. That unholy sound came from Jolak, and Neo’s head ache from the high-pitched crying. His eyes stung, and his nose suddenly burned. He had seen death, especially in the last unit hour, but this? His heart refused to accept what his mind already knew. King Duran was dead.
He started toward Jolak, unsure what he could do, but the grief pouring out of Jolak demanded Neo do something.
Keyno stepped forward and placed his hand on Neo’s arm. He shook his head. “I know you want to comfort him but wait,” Keyno said softly. “This is how his people guide a loved one’s spirit to its home in the afterlife.” Keyno jerked his head toward Hamza instead. “You mate, on the other hand, is close to losing control.”
Concerned, Neo turned toward Hamza. Hamza stood on the other side on the medibed, staring down at his dabba with clenched fists. He faced Neo, his lips pulled back, exposing the tips of his fangs. Neo’s stomach dropped, even as relief flooded him. Hamza was okay. He was in one piece, at least physically. But mentally? The devastation and wild anger on Hamza’s face terrified Neo. He’d never seen such unadulterated hatred. Hamza looked back down at King Duran.
“Hamza?” Neo whispered. He hurried around the medibed to Hamza’s side. But once he was there, he didn’t know what to do. The vibe surrounding Neo screamed not to touch. His body was bulked up in a dominance display too. Behind Hamza, his tail whipped angrily.
Gently Neo rested his hand on Hamza’s back, and Hamza flinched. A menacing hiss escaped Hamza, but Neo didn’t move away. Hamza would never hurt him. He knew that, but Keyno was right. Hamza was on the edge of losing control.
He wasn’t sure Hamza even knew where he was or who was with him right then.




Monday, October 14, 2019

Pucker Up Monday



Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.





Friday, October 11, 2019

Finicky Friday Halloween Style - Brownie Bat Truffles

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PREP TIME: 25 MINS
TOTAL TIME: 3 HOURS 25 MINS
LINK: https://www.delish.com/cooking/recipe-ideas/recipes/a43946/brownie-bat-truffles-recipe/


INGREDIENTS

1 13"-x-9" pan fudgy brownies, baked and cooled
1/2 c. Chocolate frosting
7 Oreo cookies, halved and stuffing removed
11 oz. semisweet chocolate chips
2 c. Black sanding sugar
28 royal icing eyes or red M&Ms minis


DIRECTIONS

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and set aside. In a large bowl, roughly crumble brownie by hand. Mix in chocolate frosting and gently knead mixture until evenly moistened.

Using a cookie scoop, portion out 1 tablespoon brownie frosting mixture and roll into small balls. Insert two halved Oreo cookies on either side to create wings. Place brownie balls on the prepared baking sheet and freeze until firm, 2 hours.

Remove balls from freezer and let come to room temperature, 15 minutes.

Melt chocolate in a microwave-safe bowl in 5-second intervals. Dip bat brownie truffles in chocolate and dust with black sanding sugar. Decorate with royal icing eyes or M&Ms.


Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Tuesday Teaser



It's time for Tuesday Teaser, and time for more Harvest Young. I think I'm going with Bound by Love for Hamza's book, mainly because the last book with be called Bound by War. You know... love and war theme? It seems like this book would fit the war title, but Laken's book is last and his mate really fits that whole idea.

**TRIGGER WARNING**


TRAUMA FROM A BOMBING/SOME GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF WOUNDED. (It's not as bad as the 2nd part of this chapter, and when I do post that it *will* def be graphic.)




 Chapter Two 
“Stupid, war-mongering, batshit crazy females.” Neo darted around hospital personnel, his white lab coat flapping behind him.
Three of his royal guards kept pace. When he arrived at the ER, a multitude of males rushed about, getting ready for the worst of the wounded from Castron, Lowbrett, and Kiton. Being a hospital located in the palatial city had its perks. One being they were the biggest and most advanced. Only the worst of cases were transported to them. Of course, the flip side of that was… well, they got the worst cases. Like now.
He snagged a fellow doctor by the arm. “Status?”
“Transporting to start in two unit minutes, Dr. Kere, over there.” The other doctor pointed at a large empty area.
“Thank you.” Neo moved away from the designated transporter site. His guards moved to the rear of the room. He spared them a glance and then promptly forgot them. Usually he only had one shadowing him, but not today. Not with what was currently going on.
He had a few unit minutes to calm himself and focus his mind. And prepare for the worst. His dad, who’d been a medical doctor on Earth during the last harvest, had taught him how important this was when Neo finally earned his medical degree. 
His dabba, who had served as Chief Medical Officer under Captain Shou, had agreed. Was it any wonder then, with both his dad and his dabba in the medical field, Neo became a doctor too? Medicine was his life, and in his opinion, he was a damn fine physician.
Neo took a deep breath, held it, then gradually released it. The nerves dancing through his body had nothing to do with the horrors coming his way. He’d learned how to appear stoic. Professionally distant even.
He could don a professional mask of indifference at a moment’s notice. Such tricks were necessary for him to do his job. He was, after all, not only Tah’Narian, but also a doctor. And he was prince consort since he was mated to Prince Hamza Duran, the only young birthed to the Tah’Narian king, King Duran.
He found himself taking deep breaths, often.
Sure, there were occasions he fell apart because of tragic events. Even as technologically advanced as they were, awful things happened. Death still came calling, and it wasn’t always the old it claimed. In Hamza’s arms Neo could let go and shed his tears.
No, what had his nerves jangling was what Hamza told him right before he left. Their planet was under attack, thus the reason he had three guards instead of the customary one. War had come to Tah’Nar once more. It didn’t help that he hadn’t heard from Hamza since they parted. He also worried about Dayo and Szin, who were giving birth.
A slight buzz lifted the hair on the back of his neck as a series of vertical lines appeared. “Here we go.”
Numerous medibed appeared. Doctors rushed forward, medical staff following. The silence was eerie, thanks to the sedation the patients were under. Neo ran to a patient and seized the small tablet at the end of the bed. Quickly he read over it. “Adult hybrid male with human DNA. Age mid-thirties.” Blood streaked the male’s facial features. “Traumatic amputation of left arm—limb not found. Multiple fractures with spinal cord injury. Eye penetration. Abdominal hemorrhage and perforation. Airway epithelial damage. Plasma burns over 90 percent of body. Gods.” He grabbed an attending. “Straight into surgery with him.”
“Yes, doctor!”
Neo sprinted from patient to patient, evaluating the worst of them and sending them on. He paused by a teen. It was a marvel he was still alive. As Neo watched, the young drew a last breath. Pain ripped through Neo. He was so young. Too young for his life to be brutally ended.
Fucking females. He sincerely hoped Hamza blew them out of the skies.
Time lost meaning as Neo and the other doctors moved from patient to patient. The ones who weren’t as critical, he did what he could to help while waiting for a surgeon. The cloying scent of blood stuck to the back of his throat.
Another wave of patients transported in, and Neo started the process all over again. He was assessing another male, and treating the injuries, when one of his guards stepped to his side. “My prince?”
Surprised, it took a moment for Neo to respond. At his request, they didn’t often address him by his title. It made him uncomfortable. He was only a prince by mating, not by birth like Hamza. “Yes?”
The guard lowered his voice. “Three more battleships have dropped out of orbit. I’ve been told that—”
The scream of a plasma torpedo streaking past shook the hospital. The ground under Neo’s feet shifted. He clutched the medibed to keep from falling over. “What the…!” Too close. That was entirely too fucking close. The hospital’s lights flickered.
The guard grabbed Neo’s elbow. “Darkkit palace is being attack.”
Neo jerked his head up. “What?
“The Ne Reynains have attacked the palace.” The guard hesitated. “And the Planetary Defense building.”
Outside, sirens blared a warning. He heard the high whine of more plasma torpedoes. Voices in the room raised. “Any word? At all?” Neo demanded. What about Dayo? Szin? Oh gods, both his dad and his dabba were there for the births. All the families were. Hamza. Was Hamza okay? Were any of his loved ones okay?
The guard shook his head.
Questions were asked, then shouted. Someone screamed, pointing. Glancing out a window, he saw a flash of light shoot across the sky and into a tall office building. His mouth dropped as the upper floors exploded outward. Debris fountained out from the destruction in a volatile arch. The hospital rocked again. The raised voices turned to frantic yells.
“By the gods,” Neo whispered, unable to believe what he witnessed. There were people in that building.
“Access the patients we have here, get them moved to the second floor to make room, and set up triage. I require every available doctor who isn’t already in surgery to get ready. We’re going to have wounded coming in soon!” A senior doctor snarled.
Neo thanked the guard, then leaped into action. Moments later, they saw smoke and heard the first cries. Males of all ages staggered in, covered in gore. Limbs were missing. Objects were sticking from their bodies. There were plasma burns. And coughing. And choking despair. Ambulatory services arrived, carrying more wounded. Screams of pain filled the air. Blood, suffering, and horror were his companions as he and the others worked frantically.
“Doctor Kere!”
Neo glanced up, his hand buried in the chest of another young male.
“The Royal Physician has requested your presence,” a guard shouted over the cries, moving toward him. “It’s urgent.”
Oh gods. No. Please. “Why? What was…?”
“Now, my prince.”
“Okay! Fine, let me….” Frantically Neo glanced around for someone to take his place.
Another doctor ran toward him. “Go. I got this. Go, Neo!”


Monday, October 7, 2019

Pucker Up Monday




Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.






Saturday, October 5, 2019

Rerelease of Wrapped in Leather (and a new cover!)

Blurb:

To celebrate his decision to take the next step with his boyfriend Ian, Toshi Baylor plans a romantic evening at their favorite steak house. Toshi starts the special weekend with a bang by surprising Ian at home with lunch. There’s a bang all right, but it’s between Ian and another guy.
Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.
Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.
Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.



The paperback of this will be coming soon too.
~M

Friday, October 4, 2019

Finicky Friday Halloween Style - Peanut Butter Spider Cookies





Materials
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
1/2 cup butter or margarine softened
1 egg
1 1/2 cups Flour
3/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
Extra granulated sugar


Cookie Toppings
72 chocolate whopper balls
72 candy eyes
Melting chocolate


Instructions
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.

In large bowl, beat 1/2 cup granulated sugar, the brown sugar, peanut butter, butter and egg with electric mixer on medium speed, or mix with spoon, until well blended. Stir in flour, baking soda and baking powder until dough forms.

Roll dough into 1 inch balls then into the additional sugar. Put them 2 inches apart on an ungreased cookie sheet.

Bake 8-10 minutes until the edges are brown. Use a small spoon and indent the middle. Let cool on a cooling rack.

Once fully cooled. Pipe some chocolate dots in the middle of the cookie then stick the milk duds in. Use some for the candy eyes then draw legs coming out of the body.

Let harden and cool. Enjoy!


Link: https://www.craftymorning.com/peanut-butter-spider-cookies/?fbclid=IwAR1jicsnnn_hvs-4pgw-UMdehheeIY8OokMLlsJ7bWGcWmnhgpPDzHkemlk




Monday, September 30, 2019


Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.



Friday, September 27, 2019

Finicky Friday - White Chicken Enchiladas


Yield: 4 people

Materials

  • 2 cups shredded Monterey Jack cheddar cheese
  • 8 flour tortillas soft shells
  • 3 tablespoons butter
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 1 4 oz can of diced green chiles
  • 2 cups shredded chicken about 1 big chicken breast
  • 3 tablespoons flour
  • 2 cups of chicken broth
  • Salt and pepper


Instructions

  • Preheat the oven to 425 degrees.
  • Cook/shred your chicken breast and mix it with 1 cup of shredded cheese.
  • Lay 8 tortillas out and fill each one with the chicken mixture making sure they are all even. Roll them up tightly and put them in a greased 9×13 baking dish.
  • In a saucepan, melt the butter and add in the 3 tbsp of flour. Mix and cook for about one minute.
  • Add in the 2 cups of chicken broth, whisking until it’s a smooth consistency. Whisk over medium heat until it is thick and creamy (usually takes about 5-8 minutes).
  • Mix in the sour cream, salt/pepper, and the can of chilies to the pan.
  • Pour the creamy sauce over the rolled up tortillas evenly.
  • Add 1 cup of the cheddar cheese over the top.
  • Bake for 20-25 minutes or until the cheese is golden brown. Add salsa or cilantro and you’re ready to eat!










Thursday, September 26, 2019

Welcome Jodi Payne and BA Tortuga!


Land of Enchantment 
By Jodi Payne and BA Tortuga 


Book Link (It's in KU right now): http://bit.ly/BuyLOE




Blurb:
East meets west. City meets country. Though there’s no denying opposites attract, can a college kid from New Jersey and a New Mexican cowboy learn to speak the same language, let alone trust each other?

When Mason Wild heads west to escape his past, he doesn’t have a plan or a penny to his name. Luckily he finds a job with a roofing company run by a rodeo cowboy who’s kind, easy to work for, and even with his jaw wired shut, hotter than July in the high desert.

Bull rider Levi Yost knows what it’s like to be down on his luck. He’s not much older than Mason, but he’s been around the block a few times, or at least around the rodeo arena. He takes a chance on the kid, giving him a job and a place to live on his ranch. The two of them discover a surprising amount of common ground, but trouble has a way of finding each of them. Mason has to learn to be fully honest with Levi, who in turn has to realize he’s not just riding out for himself anymore.



Excerpt:

Chapter One
Mason Wild’s first stop after leaving New Jersey was a rest area west of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where he met a truck driver in the men’s room who was headed down Interstate 81 toward Roanoke. It was the farthest away from home he’d ever been.
He had a little money on him but not much, and he had to stretch it pretty far because it was slow going finding rides after that until he’d passed through Knoxville and Nashville and landed in Jackson, Tennessee. By then he was a kind of hungry he’d never been in his whole life. He asked around, found some day work, and stayed there two days, keeping his head down and moving rocks around. It was shit money, but it was better than nothing, and nobody cared what his name was.
From Jackson he hitched a ride to Memphis. He was doing his best to be a good passenger, be polite like his mom taught him and just keep his stupid mouth shut. That was hard. He usually liked people and could talk about whatever when he wanted to, but right now he didn’t want to be too memorable.
Outside Memphis, he finally found a truck driver who was on a long haul. The guy was headed all the way to El Paso, and Mason figured what the hell, that was pretty damn far away, right? On the way, while the driver talked on and on for hours, he looked out the window as everything he understood disappeared in the rearview mirror and the world around him got flatter and drier. It felt like he spent weeks in that truck.
When he got to El Paso, he lucked into a stretch of work gutting some houses in town, but man, that was a long week. It was hot out and not only did the guys he was working with all seem to know each other, but they all knew what they were doing too. He knew some Spanish—you didn’t grow up in North Jersey and not know some Spanish—but apparently only enough local slang to figure out when he was being made fun of. Still, he was pretty much the biggest guy on the job, and he managed to hold his own even if they didn’t like his sneakers.
Mason hated them lately too. Everybody he knew wore sneakers at home, but out here, not only did he stand out as a city kid, but they were totally useless. He demolished a kitchen with a couple of guys one morning and stepped on a screw sticking up out of a cabinet door. It went right through his sole but luckily not into his foot. After that he spent half his time making sure he didn’t step on anything else or drop anything on his toes either. He couldn’t afford to do the hospital thing.
He was pretty sure he had enough money for some decent boots now, though, and he decided he’d buy some at his next stop—not that he knew where that was yet. But he was running out of real estate and he’d better figure something out soon. He couldn’t travel much farther away than he already had.
From El Paso the interstate only went north. He found a guy headed up 25 through Albuquerque, and hitched a ride, hoping he could bail somewhere near civilization.
It was an amazing drive—the grays and the tans and pinks seemed to be everywhere, the mountains and mesas like a whole foreign landscape.
“You know where you’re headed, kid?” The old cowboy didn’t look the slightest bit worried about picking him up. In fact, “Almon Ryder from right outside Dallas, pleased to meetcha, I do have my conceal carry permit,” looked like he might enjoy a bit of a fight.
“No.” Mason glanced over at him, wondering how polite the old guy expected him to be. He wasn’t planning on fighting anyone again. Ever. “Uh… no, sir. I’m just looking for work. You know.” Not too friendly, keep it to small talk. He’d gotten pretty good at riding in the passenger side of a semi and mostly pretending he wasn’t there, but a pickup was closer quarters.
“I do. There’s always work for guys that are willing. I’m going to see my son at UNM. He plays baseball there.”
Mason had no idea where that was. Baseball was awesome, though. “Yeah? That’s cool. Is he on a scholarship?”
“Yeah. He’s a good kid. My youngest. I have eight.”
“Sons?”
“Children. Seven of them are girls.”
“Holy crap!” He winced. “Uh. I mean, wow. That’s great. You’re totally outnumbered. And lucky. You’re very lucky.” He rolled his eyes. He should be keeping his stupid mouth shut. “Sorry.”
“I am totally outnumbered, kid. I lost my wife to breast cancer five years ago, with three still in school. Thank God for the oldest girls or the youngest might have starved.” The huge laugh boomed out, filling the cab.
Whoa. Small world. “I’m sorry, man. I lost my mom two years ago, same thing.” What a horrible time that had been. His whole senior year. “What was your wife’s name?”
“Sueann. She was a good woman. I’m sorry about your momma. It ain’t right.”
“Sueann. That’s a pretty name.” Nope. It wasn’t right. He used to think there was a bigger plan, but he wasn’t so sure anymore. He was just glad he didn’t have to break Mom’s heart when he left home. “So your youngest is in college. Where’s your oldest?”
“Married with four babies in Dallas. She’s an ER nurse. Her husband does something on the computer for work. He’s good to her and loves those babies, so I suppose I won’t have to kill him.”
“Uh. Well, that’s good, I guess?” Jesus. Everything he’d ever heard about Texans was true. Other things were true too, like this guy was super friendly and kind, but the whole gun-toting, bigger-than-life, major-accent thing? Totally true. And awesome. He’d never met anyone from Texas before now. Or wait, one of the truck drivers? The guy who’d driven him from Harrisburg to Roanoke… no wait, he was from Georgia.
His stomach growled. Loud. He looked out the window and pretended like he didn’t notice.
Almon grinned over at him. “You too, huh? There’s a McD’s up here. I’ll buy you a burger. You ain’t a vegetabletarian, right?”
He cheeks got hot. He hated handouts, but he wasn’t exactly flush at the moment. “Not me. If it’s food, I’ll eat it. That’s really nice of you. Thanks.” Vegetabletarian. Awesome.
“I hate eating alone, and I been down on my luck once or twice.”
“I’ll figure it out. I can work. I don’t know how to do much, but I’m big enough and I learn fast.” He had no choice, right? Thank God he didn’t have eight kids to feed. Whoa.
            “Then you’ll be fine.” Almon pulled off and parked. “Let’s go in. Christ, my ass is too old to make this drive for a ball game.”






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Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Tuesday Teaser - Hamza's book




Chapter One (continued)

Hamza and his guards transported to the war room and walked into controlled chaos. All branches connected to planetary security—space and ground, plus their subunits—were housed here, along with the Space Academy.
Harried males read reports from Castron, Lowbrett, and Kiton. Others dealt with status updates on the deployed fighter’s or news on starships en route. Each relayed the information to their commanding officers.  
Hamza prowled into the middle of the chaos. “The Onfre are sending help, so be ready to assist when their warbirds arrive. Now, give me a report on the situation with—”
“Prince Hamza! Readings show a new wormhole opening! It’s not the Onfre. Three more Ne Reynian battleships are coming through. I repeat, three more Ne Reynian battleships have come through and are entering the atmosphere.”
Hamza snarled. The buzzing and eerie glow from the red alert annoyed his already frayed nerves. “Get a read on them. I need to know their targets.”
“Battleships descending unbelievably fast.” A male shouted from a computer. “It looks like…. Prince Hamza, according to long-range scans, one is aiming for us, and the other is targeting the palace. The last ship seems to be acting as a guard for the other two. ETA is five unit minutes for them reaching their targets.”
“Activate the red alert for Darkkit palace. Send a message through King Duran’s comm that they’re about to be under attack!”
“Yes prince!”
“On viewing screen. I want to see what we’re dealing with.” The last of the three battleships acting as a guard appeared. It was huge, ugly, and loaded with weaponry. Gods. Hurry, dabba. “We need starships engaging the enemy now. Update?” Hamza snarled at one of the commanders.
“The starship Archon’s ETA for the palace defense is fifteen unit minutes. Two more starships are due to disengage from space dock within five unit minutes. Add another twenty unit minutes to that before they can engage.”
“Too long,” Hamza whispered. “Palace on screen, please.”                                                                                                                
There simply wasn’t enough coverage. The palace was located in the heart of Darkkit, so the palatial city was in jeopardy too. All those people, helpless. Running for their lives. Neo’s at the Darkkit Hospital too. His heart pounded. No. Can’t think of that. If something happened to Neo, to any of his loved one….
“Fighters are engaging enemy ships, Prince Hamza.”
Powerless, he watched as a battleship targeted Darkkit palace. There was nothing he could do but pray. Please, please let them be okay. Please.
“Photon torpedo in-coming. Target is Darkkit palace,” someone yelled.
The flashed of light lit up the viewing screen as the palace sustained a direct hit. Hamza clenched his fists. Rage built as long unit minutes passed as the battleship relentlessly fired.
“Palace shields are holding but they can’t take many more hits like that, my prince.”
“Understood,” Hamza said. Please let them be okay.
“Sensors show the Ne Reynain battleship targeting us is powering weapons.”
“Shields are up too, my prince!”
Hamza swore softly. The very first thing he was going to do once this was over was have weapons installed here at the Tah’Narian Planetary Defense. They were helpless.
“Prince Hamza, a spread pattern of photon torpedoes has been fired at the palace. Detonation in three, two….
More flashes of light. Hamza wanted to scream in frustration. He checked his comm. There was no transmission from his dabba. Had they gotten Dayo and Szin moved in time? What about the patients in Medical? More unit minute passed as the assault continued. Now they seemed to be targeting certain areas. How much longer could the shields withstand such an attack? He squinted at the viewing screen. Was that smoke?
“We have confirmation of a breach in the shield! They’re hit, my prince, and shields are down.”
Hamza swore. “Where?”
“The sector that houses Medical.
Where the Royal Physician offices are located. “Damage report?”
“I can’t tell if that area took a direct hit but—” The console blared a warning. “Readings show unknown life signs in the vicinity of Medical.” The male typed fiercely. “Ah… Highness, they’re Ne Reynain.”
What?” No. That couldn’t be right. Why would those females beam down and to that specific location? If the shields were down, why go there? “Report!”
“Scans are being disrupted due to the attack. I can’t get a fix on where the life signs are actually at in that sector, but they are definitely Ne Reynain and there are several of them.”
“Highness! Reports say our fighters are taking heavy loses too. They’re inflicting damage to the battleships, but—”
“In-coming! We have in-coming photon torpedoes at our position.”
Hamza braced himself. The building shook as the torpedoes were deflection by their shields, and the lights blinked. Males rushed around Hamza, calling out status updates.
“The starship Archon has arrived and is engaging the Ne Reynain battleship targeting the palace.”
“Thank all the gods.” Hamza watched as the battleship broke off its attack to defend itself. “Get me information on the palace. Now.
“My prince, the Unity has its full crew complement and is leaving the space dock. ETA twenty unit minutes.”
“We have a worm hole opening!”
Sweat beaded at Hamza’s temple. Gods help them if it was another Ne Reynian battleship.
“It’s the Onfre! Five warbirds have dropped out of warp and are in-bound!”
Weak in the knees, Hamza grabbed the console next to him.
“The Ne Reynian battleships are pulling back. They’re retreating. I repeat, they are retreating!”
“Did they beam up those who invaded the palace?” Hamza barked.
“Unsure. I can’t raise the palace and can’t get a reading now.”  
Cheering echoed around Hamza. He hardly noticed the slaps on the back. Why were they retreating? Were the Ne Reynian that afraid of the Onfre? He didn’t believe that, considering most Onfre officers were male, and they all knew how the Ne Reynians felt about males in positions of power.
He needed to get to the palace and find out what was happening. Hamza caught a flash of white from the corner of his eye. Relieved, he turned to face his dabba. The smile on his faced died when he saw Keyno standing there. A soot covered, clothes torn, Keyno.
Hamza’s heart beat faster.
“Hamza? I need you to come with me. Now.”

Monday, September 23, 2019

Pucker Up Monday



Welcome to Pucker Up Monday. It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all.





Tuesday, September 17, 2019





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Chapter One
“Transporter ready?” Hamza asked, stepping onto the pad. His royal guard spread out around him.
“Yes, prince. Coordinates confirmed for Darkkit palace transporter room.”
“Energize.”
Moments later, Hamza strode toward the Royal Physician’s suite with several of his guards flanking him. The clicking of their boots on the polished floors echoed in his ears, ratcheting his anger higher. Tension radiated from him, sending palace employees scurrying out of his path. Damnation. Those around him had nothing to do with the violent urges seething inside him, so he shoved his burgeoning rage deep inside. Still, he fingered the phaser on his hip.
Stopping by the door to the birthing suite, he took a breath and tried to marshal his thoughts. Dayo and Szin were in labor, and the families were in attendance. What should be a wondrous occasion was soon going to be spoiled. As much as he hated that, he didn’t have time to spare. His guards stayed back as Hamza stepped inside.
His dabba, King Duran, turned to him, a smile gracing his face. “Hamza! We were wondering—what’s wrong?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Hamza saw Malk, Kia, and Laken enter. Had he been so rattled he hadn’t noticed them as he stormed down the hall? He’d been trained better, but the news he brought stole his focus. Hamza swallowed and shoved his slipup from his mind.
“Hamza? Where’s Neo?” Doc asked. “We thought the both of you would be here.”
Hamza bowed his head toward his mate’s dabba. “He wanted to be, but something came up, and unfortunately his presence was required elsewhere.” Hamza faced his dabba. “Sire?”
King Duran frowned. “Speak freely. What has happened?”
“There have been multiple attacks on Tah’Nar. The cities of Castron, Lowbrett, and Kiton were bombed by photon torpedoes ten unit minutes ago. The war room is code red.”
“Shit,” Dale whispered.
“Oh God.” Chad grabbed Gibor’s arm.
King Duran inhaled sharply. “Who, Hamza? Who dares attack Tah’Narian cities?”
“Five unit minutes ago, three Ne Reynian battleships appeared via wormhole in orbit around the planet. Hails were sent and ignored. Red alert was activated on all space ships due to this. The Ne Reynian battleships immediately entered our atmosphere. They were moving at a speed I have never seen, Sire. It was like warp drive, but that’s physically impossible since wrap is used to jump from star system to star system. It’s not utilized for this type of short distance travel.”
“Wait,” Keyno gasped. “Are you saying they entered our atmosphere and then in five unit minutes managed to get from where they appeared… to where they attacked?”
Hamza glanced at Keyno. “I’m afraid so. The speed was faster than impulse, but it wasn’t warp. It must be a new technology. I scrambled fighters from bases near each city as a first wave of defense. The Sunder and the Obsidian Cross starships were not spaced docked and are on an interception course, but right now, only the fighters are engaging the battleships. There has been massive damage to those three cities.”
Keyno growled. “Major cities of ours. Three major cities on three different continents on Tah’Nar.”
“Yes.” Hamza nodded. “Starships are being dispatched from various orbiting space stations as we speak but that takes time. Other ships are recalling crew members. In the meantime, I’ve increased fighters around Darkkit and the Tah’Narian Planetary Defense building.”
Ti straightened. “King Duran? The Onfre stand ready to assist you. Shall I call for reinforcements?”
“Please,” King Duran said. “Thank you, Ti. Your peoples help will be much appreciated.”
Ti pulled his comm from his pants pocket and moved to a corner of the room.
Hamza watched the easy-going look on Cielo’s face dissolve into ruthlessness. Mentally Hamza corrected himself. No, that wasn’t Cielo. That was Cielo’s other personality: Colt, the gangbanger. The killer. The sociopath who would do anything to protect his love ones. All of them had grown up hearing about Colt.
“They did it. They attacked us. Oh my God, they actually went through with it. I can’t believe this.” Dale pressed his hands over his mouth. Chad released Gibor and hurried to Dale, wrapping his arm around Dale’s waist.
A shrill cry of a new born young came from the birthing suite.
King Duran clenched his fists. “My friends, I’m going to have Szin and Dayo moved into the underground bunkers since they just gave birth. Hamza? Return to the war room, please. I’ll be there as soon as I take care of this.”
“Yes, Sire.” The war room was the nickname for the Tah’Narian Planetary Defense building. It was actually a misnomer since it wasn’t a ‘room’ but more of a sprawling complex.
Standing in the outer chamber, Hamza watched his dabba lead everyone into the birthing suite. Ti stood behind King Duran. Colt had his arm around Dale’s shoulders.
“What’s going on?” Dayo questioned.
“Ti?” Takeo asked.
Hamza heard Dale try to speak, but his voice broke.
“Guys, what the hell is going on?” Szin demanded.
King Duran cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, especially at what should be a joyful occasion, but the Ne Reyn have not only attacked the Unity, but now they have launched a strike directly at our planet. Captain Ti is here to witness the birth of Szin and Takeo’s young, but he also came bearing news. The Onfre stand with us. Gentlemen, we are at war.”
From the floor, a mist swirled, and the arkhim who had bonded to Dayo appeared. Dayo and Raiden quickly assured everyone there was no danger, but still, tension rose at the sudden appearance of Dayo’s new guardian.
Hamza had been briefed about the magical animal, but hearing about it wasn’t the same as seeing it… or caught in its fierce gaze. Hamza gulped. It was large animal with an arrow-shaped head, a long muzzle, and a lengthy neck. Thick, white iridescent scales cover its powerful body. A row of small, clear horns that shone like sparkling ice ran down its spine. A tail stretched out from behind it. Damn thing was rather intimidating in appearance.
Composing himself, Hamza turned from the outer room of the birthing suite and stepped into the hallway. His guards stood silently. Face carefully blank, he nodded at them. They fell in behind him, and together, they returned to the transportation pad.
War. They were at war once more.
All hybrids were well aware of what happened the last time Tah’Nar got itself into a battle with another species. Due to Tah’Nar attacking the Onfre for resources, the Onfre released a virus that invaded the Tah’Narian reproductive system and destroyed it, rendering all Tah’Narians sterile.
But anyone pregnant had a much worse fate. The virus flooded the surculas, attacked and killed the young, and then kept going, eating its way through the surculas and attacking the rest of the body. The person was literally dissolved from the inside out.

The catastrophic change to Tah’Narian way of life resulted in a desperation for mates. Earthlings called it ‘the harvest’.