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March 31, 2013
March 20, 2013
Yes Spring is finally here! And for most it means the end of cold weather and the beginning of lawn mowing season!
We usually associate it is a time of rebirth and the awakening of the world from a long winter slumber. Many cultures often associated this time of year with fertility or mating rituals associated with a hope for a bountiful future harvest.
Not such a bad thing if you are a farmer. Or a bird or animal looking for a mate. The hard part about finding a mate is getting the right one to look your way.
In the animal kingdom, generally its the male who exhibits all the fancy behavior and beautiful plumage in his constant attempt to ensure the passage of his genetic signature to the next generation.
|Do you like his plumage?|
But we females, as the bearer of the offspring, have an important role in not only choosing the right mate but showing them we have not only the looks but the strength to make it as a potential mate and/or bearer of offspring.
Often our choice in a mate is subconscious one. From the look of their eyes, to the shape of their body to the gentle tickle of their scent against our nose. It all tells us about the genes that our suitor carries.
Did you even know the human penis has been selected through sperm competition. It has been selected to displace seminal fluids that were implanted within the female reproductive tract by a rival male. The thrusting action which occurs during sexual intercourse manually removes seminal fluid out of the cervix area from a previous mating.
Okay so what if you haven't gotten that far? And you see the man of your dreams and you want him but you don't know if you can have him? Not to mention the fact that he has a habit of seeing you when you look like hell in a world where you're treated like dirt?
That's what Caitlin Driskoll encounters when she Lt. Col. Medoro Keegan.
In my book Cold Warriors,
Caitlin Driskoll is left in cryogenic stasis for nearly a century. Awakened and drafted into a war she knows nothing about. She is expected to defend a world where her kind is despised and expendable. Too her surprise, she discovers love and respect from the one man who can’t be associated with her.
Lieutenant Colonel Medoro Keegan has spent a lifetime in the Marines. With no family to speak of, the Corps and his ship, the USS Blanchard, are all the loved ones he needs…until Caitlin sparks a fire within, that threatens to consume him if he doesn’t walk away.
Will he choose a life of certainty in the only world he knows or give it all to Caitlin and run the risk of losing someone, yet again?
Available with Decadent Publishing.
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March 18, 2013
An Excerpt from Kybernatia--
Kybernatia, an aquamarine-blue planet with islands and continents of sandy gold and dark brown, filled the view screen. Happy people with large white perfect smiles romped through scenes of beautiful sandy beaches while sapphire blue water washed upon their tan bodies. Lush forests and cozy mountain getaways flashed, wrapping up the almost Edenic view of this once beautiful planet. The commercial ended slowly for Gabrielle. It brought back all the memories she had for the little planet that had been devoid of all forms of life. A sober-faced reporter appeared upon the screen pulling her from her memories and bringing her back to the present as he grimly stated the realities of the horrific planetary accident.
“You're not exactly fired, but we think it‟s best that you move on,” Dr. Linwood said, interrupting the news anchor's controlled-yet-cool delivery of the news.
Dr. Linwood appeared sympathetic to her plight, but she knew he was just covering his back. It was, after all, Washington, D.C., and if you didn't cover your backside, someone else would do it for you.
Still, she tried to hide her surprise. Couldn‟t he had at least have waited until all the people had been removed from the planet before kicking me to the curb? All of a sudden, their playful banter and office talk seemed like it was just that: talk. They hadn‟t been friends as she had hoped.
Unable to speak, Gabrielle Burle continued to stare at the disturbing and tragic images on the view screen inside her office. Emergency craft of all shapes and sizes sped to the planet as smoke and plumes of ash erupted from its surface. They could see the hospital ships close in as the wounded and seriously injured were brought aboard for care.
Gabrielle gazed helplessly at the scene. The once-promising new home for humanity went up in smoke, right before her eyes, along with any hopes of ever working in Washington again.
Kybernatia was supposed to be humanity’s newest paradise but that dream is all but gone. Ruined in a horrible terra forming accident, the planet was deemed no longer fit for humanity. Gabrielle Burle, project manager for the development of the planet, was forced out of her job as a veil of secrecy suddenly shrouded the planet.
Determined to find the truth, Gabrielle goes on a journey of discovery that leads to the one man with all the answers.
Available now at Amazon and Decadent Publishing
March 3, 2013
A Sneak Peek at my latest WIP! ( A little over the limit but I know you will enjoy.)
“This one is definitely a member of a Kith,” Tom said pointing to the boyish looking one with a crew cut and several tattoos on his arm and one on his hand. “And the other...”
He paused pushing up the left sleeve of the other who wore the same tattoo as the first one's.
“--Is also member of the same kith. Looks like we've got a progenitor in our midst,” he finished and stood, wiping the dust and gravel off his pants.
“Who's their Sachem?” Frank asked. He knew of only one in the area, his own and he was standing in front of him. Having been a faithful member of his Kith for three decades, he wasn't aware of anyone else within the town's territorial bounds who would consider scioning in the area for fear of the mayor's influence and power as the lead alpha male in the community.
Tom thought for a moment. A wry grin crawled across his mustached mouth. “You won't believe it.”
“Try me,” Frank said.
“Mcclain. I remember seeing this on my brother before I had him banished.” Tom folded his arms and scratched gray and white whiskers above his lip. “He's Wayne and Florence's son. You remember them? Their beta died some years back some sort of accident, scared the kid really bad.”
“Oh yes I remember hearing about that. Surprised the old guy survived the death of his Beta, he must be tougher than he let's on,” Frank replied .
“Anyways their son left years ago then moved back to town recently. Brought a Dam and a Sire with him, he picked up in his travels. Remember, Susie officiated at their ceremony,” Tom said rubbing his chin, apparently lost in thought. “Had no idea he produced scions until I caught my brother associating with him. He swore to me that he was the only one Mcclain scion. I guess he lied to protect him.”
He thought momentarily and chuckled. “I suspect Mcclain acquired the taste for scioning while away. He definitely didn't get it from his father.”
“You think he's gonna be pissed?” Frank asked propping his rifle on his hip.
As a rule most males Kithed when they were young and single, not after they married. Usually it was because the need to create scions was quashed by the desire to procreate. Either Mcclain didn't have any desire to make children of his own or his drive to scion was a hell of a lot stronger than most. His scions were causing trouble which meant if he didn't get a handle on it, he was the next target in front of his scope.
“I'd would. So you can imagine how he'll feel,” Tom replied, “but the law is the law around here. Can't get around that.”