Hello, everyone! I’m
here today to talk about my two new releases with Evernight Publishing, but
first of all, a very huge thank you to my blog hostess for having me. These are
my first publications, so I am excited and a little scared :) Writing has always
been a part of my life, and getting published a dream and a goal, so it’s a
cool feeling to have two books for my very first release date.
First, a little bit
about my Free Read because… well, it’s free. So you can try out my writing at
no risk, and I hope you enjoy it. This is a quick and short read, at a little
over 5,000 words. “Pleasure Android 7.1” came about as the result of the
eternal “what if” question. With all the advances we’re making in artificial
intelligence and robots, it seems almost inevitable that this will be our
future. I saw a video about the robots they are creating in China… they look
like people, they talk, they make eye contact. It’s exhilarating, the progress
we’re making, and a little creepy at the same time. Nico, the hero of “Pleasure
Android 7.1” is definitely not the least bit creepy. He was created to be every
woman’s fantasy and has the database to deliver (wink, wink).
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Zola is dismayed to
discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to purchase her a
hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, and tries
her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such resistance
and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro using his
perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing more
than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect
manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.
Excerpt:
What the fuck.
A seven-foot-tall box
occupied the middle of my living room. I stared at the prime male specimen
behind the clear front panel. Well over six feet tall, with dusky skin, dark
brown wavy hair, broad shoulders, aquiline nose, full lips—basically, he looked
like a model, the kind you’d drool over in an ad for high-end products.
With his eyes closed,
his long, thick lashes grazed his chiseled cheekbones. He looked as though he
slept—an illusion of the most expensive kind.
I sighed, hands on my
hips. My best friend, Lexia, had done it. For my fortieth birthday, she got me
a sex droid. She’d joked about it, but I never thought she’d actually follow
through. It had to be her—she was the only other person who had access to my
apartment.
On the box, in large,
blocky print, it proclaimed “Domestic Android 7.1” and underneath it, in fancy
script, “For Your Pleasure.” Alrighty then. And what if it was my pleasure to
get rid of it? I stalked to the box and circled around it. The back and both
sides were solid panels of striking red. If it was supposed to be romantic,
their marketing department missed the boat. I wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s
Day, and this was even cheesier than a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
Although, I could
remember a time when chocolates, roses, and a little stuffed bear made my heart
skip a beat. I had grown a bit jaded over the years, which was probably why my
friends decided to gang up and torture me with this… thing. It stood
there, like the proverbial elephant in the room. There would be no vid watching
on my birthday, cuddled up with a bowl of ice cream. No relaxing in the tub
with a good romance novel. Now I was too distracted, and I wasn’t going to be
able to enjoy myself until I got this thing out.
A plan formulated: get
the box outside and message his creator, Atlas Robotics Corporation, to come
pick him up. No, not him. It. I studied the box. At five foot five, it
had well over a foot on me. I tried to tilt it to the side, planning on then
pushing it out the rest of the way. The damn thing was heavy. So heavy, it
didn’t even wobble when I gave it my all.
Exhausted, I plopped
down on my yellow pleather couch to glare at the box. I refused to build up a
sweat today of all days. What a disaster my birthday was turning out to be.
There was no getting the box out until Atlas Robotics agreed to stop by. Since
they had no incentive to be eager to process a return, it could be days. Maybe
even weeks, I thought miserably.
Not fair that here I
was, suffering, while he—it!—stood there, all serene and peaceful. I jumped to
my feet and approached the box. There was an easier way to do this. Turn him on
and order him to take a hike on his own two legs. The more I considered it, the
more I liked this plan. Quick, easy, smart.
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Okay, I hope you liked
the beginning of my free short story. Now, onto my novella, “Love’s Labyrinth”.
I am a huge fan of fantasy, and this novella is very close to my heart. It’s
set in the far future, on a colonized planet. Humans weren’t doing too well
with surviving on it after a crash landing, but the Gods took mercy and
intervened, helping them figure it out. The Goddess of Love left behind her
magical Labyrinth, where once a year, those who participate get to meet the
ones they’re fated to be with. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) the ratio of men
to women is skewed, so it’s not uncommon with a woman to find more than one
mate. As everyone knows, the Goddess makes no mistakes.
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Auria enters the magical
Labyrinth on New Year’s Eve, and its halls guide her to the two men she is
fated to be with. Brener has loved her from afar since they were children, and
Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, commanding in personality and intimidating in
physical presence. They share a life-changing, passionate night together, but
come morning, they must decide if their one-night menage can be the beginning
of something new. When trouble threatens to tear Auria away from her life and
the two men she is starting to develop feelings for, their connection just
might be her only hope for salvation.
X-Rated Excerpt:
Brener’s tongue flicked
masterfully on my clit. He knew what he did to me. I held my breath, feeling my
insides begin to gather, ready for that final moment.
But just before it came,
Brener stopped and jerked back, leaving me alone. My pussy protested, my clit
throbbing almost painfully. My eyes flew to him in protest, in supplication,
but then my whole being froze.
Brener was sitting back
on his heels, his lips wet from his ministrations, his body stiff with shock. The
same shock I myself felt, as I stared up at the stranger that seemed to have
appeared from nowhere.
He was gigantic,
appearing to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an
athlete’s body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider
hips and his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white,
was pulled back in a long ponytail—I could see its bottom reached to his lower
back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold, pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard
me with some measure of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being
almost pretty, as did the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the
green wall of the Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at
complete odds with the tension that gripped me.
I gasped and used my
hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover my splayed pussy.
Seeing this, he chuckled
and shook his head. “No need to cover all the loveliness,” he said, and his
words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection conveying he was
not from our village. It sounded like a northern dialect.
“Who are you?” I could
think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped to action,
pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.
“Jhennen,” he replied,
as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an afterthought, he
added, “Jhennen Vayment.”
“What are you doing
here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling. With them
standing, it was clear Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the more sweet
that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by this man, who
looked battle-trained and used to combat.
“I suppose the same
thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His stance was nonthreatening,
but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The Goddess brought me here, same
as you. So stand down, and either watch or participate, your choice.”
Outraged, I sputtered,
and would have flown at him to slap that presumptuous smile off his face, but
remembering my complete nakedness, I stayed put. “What do you mean,
participate?”
“Is it the word or the
concept you’re not clear on?” He turned to me now, his tone light.
“You’re not
participating in anything here, or with anyone here. Feel free to turn about
and go back the way you came,” I shot back, angry now.
“I think not. The
Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and to be honest, I hoped we’d cross paths
here.”
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About Me:
Reading was my
entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for
writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from
erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy… Game of Thrones, anyone?), to
historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I
don’t do contemporary very often). If you’d like to learn more about me, or
chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love to get to
know all of you, and even though my blog is new, I post regularly and update on
life and my writing progress. Thanks so much for stopping by today and reading.
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