Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A Kissing Kind of Morning

Luc and Izzorah.

A new, unpublished scene set in the Tarthian Empire, featuring Luc Saint-Cyr and Izzorah Ceeow from Surrender Love.

 By Kayelle Allen


The immortal Luc Saint-Cyr woke, but didn't open his eyes. The mussed bed felt damp from the hours of lovemaking the night before, but with Izzorah still in it, Luc had no desire to get out. He surrendered to the feel of a kiss, followed by the gentle lick of Izzorah's scratchy catlike tongue. He shifted toward his Kin lover and drew him closer, tightening his arms around the muscled body.
"Good morning, Rah." He opened his eyes. The emerald gaze and sweet smile greeting him made Luc smile. He curled one hand into his lover's dark hair. "What a fine sight you are first thing in the morning."

Izzorah's Kin ears came forward in a catlike expression of curiosity.
Luc kissed him.

"I didn't mean to wake you."
"Kiss me awake any time you want."
Izzorah snuggled against him, purring.

Luc yawned, stretched, and rubbed his scruffy chin. "I need a shave."
"Don't get up yet. I need more kisses first."
He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled down at his lover. "Greedy little thing this morning, aren't you?"
Izzorah clasped a hand around Luc's and brought it to his cock. "Not so little." He arched against him.
"Mmm." Luc wrapped his hand around the thickening shaft. "Definitely not."
"I am greedy though."
"Are you now?"
"Yes. I feel like kissing you this morning. It's a kissing kind of morning." Rah pulled him down, opening his mouth to accept Luc's tongue.
They stretched across the bed. The immortal had spent millennia partaking in every art of pleasure, learning how to prolong the finest sensation, to tease, tantalize, and bring his lovers to soaring, extended orgasms. He brushed his lips across Izzorah's with affection, taking his time, tasting, relishing the way Rah relinquished control to his demand.
He traced the outline of Izzorah's mouth. "I want to teach you everything I know about kissing and making love. Relearn how at your side. Savor every touch of your lips. Every lick of your tongue."
The hot beauty of Izzorah's smile captivated his heart.
Luc pulled back a bit and brushed the back of a forefinger across his lover's cheek. "Did you know I'm the luckiest man in the Tarthian Empire?"
Izzorah hooked his arms around Luc's neck, ears forward. "You are?"
"Yes, and do you know why?"
He frowned in concentration, his nose wrinkling. "No. Why?"
He tapped him on the nose. "Because you're mine."
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Copyright 2012 Kayelle Allen
Surrender Love

Surrender Love
Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.
Heat Level:  R=graphic sex, plus extreme cuddling, tenderness, and the seduction of a virgin who knows exactly what -- and who -- he wants.

Surrender Love is the 2010 EPIC Award Winner in Science Fiction Erotic Romance
Love Romances & More, Best SciFi/Futuristic 2009 Runner Up; Winner "Best Cover"
Romance Junkies Reviewers' Favorite List 2009
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Saturday, January 28, 2012

Reality Quotient : My Characters' Occupations

Luc Saint-Cyr - an extraordinary entrepreneur.
Author friends Melisse Aires and Tracey H Kitts each did blogs on what their characters do for a living. Occupations take up probably a third of our waking hours, so by default, most writers include something about what the characters do within the story. It makes it more interesting to have something unusual or unique.

I started thinking about my various heroes, what each of them does, and how well what they do fits into our current reality. Would what they do be something we do in our culture? Well... that depends on where you live and how much money you have, but here's a quick list for you. I divided it into heroes and heroines. Because I write M/M as well as M/F, I had more names in the heroes list. To balance that, I added females who had a large part in their respective stories.

The Reality Quotient ranks from 0 (for "yer-kiddin'-me,-right?" to 3 (for "it-could-happen").

Luc Saint-Cyr - entrepreneur. His Reality Quotient looks good if you consider only his title, but... he's also the wealthiest man in the Tarthian Empire, owning more companies on his own than any conglomerate you can name. That doesn't include his own conglomerate, Lucsondis Enterprises. People joke about Luc that he "could buy a planet." Probably few -- er, strike that -- probably no readers out there with this kind of wealth.
Reality Quotient: 0 (Sorry, Luc, but you are one of a kind.)

Izzorah with his drums.
Izzorah Ceeow - drummer. Izzorah started out as a runaway seeking asylum on an alien world. He made his way from Felidae to Tarth, found two of his cousins, and bunked with them until he could find a way to make money. Because of music lessons his parents had provided, he knew how to play human-type drums. It was considered proper training for a young male to learn how to entertain, and because he begged hard, his parents allowed him to take up the noisy lessons. It took him years to get a gig as a permanent player with Kumwhatmay, but the group eventually hit it big.
Reality Quotient: 3 for being a drummer, 2 for the alien aspect if you apply it to Earth's various cultures (0 if applying it to alien worlds).

In another installment of this idea, I'll talk about other heroes and heroines.

Here are links to my friends' posts:

What's my personal Reality Quotient?
On the scale of 3 I've been a waitress (I lasted 2 entire days - LOL), and on the 0 scale, I worked on fighter aircraft in the Navy, as a member of VFP-63 ("The Eyes of the Fleet") in San Diego -- back in the day. I've also been a secretary, file clerk, insurance biller, full-time mom, wife, and let's not forget author.

What kind of jobs have you held? Would they be a 0 ("yer-kiddin'-me,-right?") on the Reality Quotient? How about a 3 ("it-could-happen")? What have you done that's in between?

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

New Book? What Are YOU Writing?

TRAIL - Trace, Rescue, and Identification League.
I'm currently working on a new series, while also continuing work on a book under contract. I kept getting "stuck" and so many friends suggested that I try switching to another project for a bit that I decided to go with it.

The logo/art is by my son, Jamin Allen of Nimajination Studios.

The new series is about TRAIL, a company that exists in the far future, and is contemporary with my Tarthian Empire series. The two do not overlap, and take place on different sides of the galaxy.

I will soon have a page on my website for TRAIL, but for now, here's some insight. The meaning of the acronym TRAIL is Trace, Rescue, and Identification League. However, rival companies and independent agents have their own versions. Most common is Thieves, Ruffians, Assholes, Irritants, and Losers, followed by Their Roughneck Arbitration Is Laughable. The official company response is to grin and bear it, laughing while you cash your fat paycheck. The unofficial response is a quick jab to the mouth. Scars on knuckles are a thing of pride among agents.

The structure of TRAIL is formed loosely around the principle that independence is a good thing, provided it's not taken too far -- or too seriously. Agents report to a Field Director, who reports to the Board, the members of which are ultimately responsible to the President. No more than two steps are ever required for a decision, no matter how weighty. Agents have full authority to act with extreme prejudice if necessary to carry out their missions. That said, any time a death is involved, an outside agency steps in to confirm both the kill and the neccessity for it, occasionally resulting in more scarred knuckles.

The outside agency policing TRAIL's missions which result in a "negative life impact" (i.e., death) is STOP, Synthetic Technicians Optimized for Peacekeeping. TRAIL agents refer to the emotion-denied android group as Suspending, Terminating, and Omitting Pleasure.

TRACE is an officially disavowed department of trained assassins and snipers inside TRAIL, whose motto is "Without guilt." TRACE stands for Target Removal Assistance Classified: Extreme and these agents are the favorites of many world governments.

My plan is to self-publish TRAIL stories, and to begin with a giveaway short story. I'll detail that as the date nears.

In the meantime, I'd love to hear what others are working on. If you have a new series, new book, or just want to share your FF&P, SciFi, Fantasy, or Romance novel, feel free to leave links, blurb, and buy info in the comments. 

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Dear Diary -- No, Make That Dear Blog

Kayelle Allen 
What's the difference between a diary and a blog? A diary is for you to share your innermost feelings, thoughts, and desires. A blog is where you tell other people only what you want them to know about those feelings, thoughts, and desires. My desire is for this blog to be a combination. Stuff about me, stuff about what I write -- not how I write it, and not how to tell others about it (that's marketing), but who the person is behind the writing.

Why would I do that?

I've been published since 2004, and have written hundreds of blog posts, probably tens of thousands of emails, and no doubt millions of words. I've posted on blogs all over the net. I never had a blog that was for me to talk about me. For readers to get to know the person behind the author facade. Is Kayelle Allen a facade? Well, maybe that's not the best word. One dictionary I consulted defines it like this:

Facade (1) A showy misrepresentation intended to conceal something unpleasant

Well... I certainly hope I'm not unpleasant. That doesn't sound good, does it? o_O No, I think my author persona probably fits the second definition, which is:

Facade (2): Frontage, the face or front of a building

Window dressing. Hmm. So, does that make me somehow equal to drapes?

I prefer to see my author self as the best of who I am. My best-foot-forward attitude. My who-I-am when I'm on-my-best-behavior self. Okay, those of you who know me best can stop with the giggling. I can hear you all the way over here. LOL

A class I took recently made me realize that of all the things I do online (Facebook, Twitter, blogs, groups, websites), the thing I've left out -- overlooked if you will -- is to let people get to know me. I talk about my characters (especially my immortals) and of course the Kin (my purring warriors). I talk about my writing progress or lack thereof. I talk to other authors about marketing, and how important that is.

What I haven't done is talk to my readers about myself, as a woman.

RomVets
I haven't opened up as a person. As a wife. As a mom. As a grandmother. Yeah. I'm a grandmother. I hope that doesn't fracture your reality. I know my bio usually says something like my heart age is 12 and corrects that to 21. That's because my inside age and outside age are not equal. I may have aged, but I haven't gotten older. Wiser? Yes. Goodness. You couldn't live my life without learning a few things. Smarter? Oh my. Debatable, but we shall see. =^_^= What else haven't I shared? A lot. I may have told you I'm a Navy veteran. Patch-wearing member of RomVets and all. There are a lot of us who served in the military, and who now write Romance. I'm also a former Toastmaster. I love getting up in front of people and talking. That's the number one fear in America, you know. I happen to love public speaking. You'd have to drag my dead body onto a roller coaster to get me on one, but I will happily speak to a convention full of people. Weird, huh?

I hope that as I undertake this blog, talking about my Unstoppable Heroes (and let's not kid ourselves -- writers DO talk about their characters) and my life as the person on the other side of the computer (or book) from you, that you'll be able to make a judgment for yourself about who I am, and whether I'm someone you'd like to get to know. I invite you to talk about yourself and let me get to know you, too. You can talk to me from your heart. I pledge to do the same.