Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Deleted Scene: Senth and NarrAy

NarrAy Jorlan. 
This scene was deleted from At the Mercy of Her Pleasure. It's posted here for the first time.

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In the published book, Captain NarrAy Jorlan meets with Luc Saint-Cyr and Senth at a coffee shop adjacent to the Thieves' Guild. But in this version, they were to meet at the Starport.

Here's an inside secret: the starport on Kelthia is named Starhaven Leojnimaj. That is the names of my sons Jamin and Joel combined, backward.

NarrAy's last name, Jorlan, was chosen in honor of the hero of Dara Joy's book Ritual of Proof.
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Kelthia, Miraj City, Starhaven Leojnimaj

Coffee Shop, Concourse D
"Anything yet?" NarrAy held a cup of coffee in front of her mouth to hide her words. She wore a plain black dress with long sleeves and a lace collar, hidden beneath a black hooded cape.

"Nothing yet." Broxus answered from the south terminal.

"No sign." Encie made ticking sounds in the transmitter. "He's late."

"We'll give him two more minutes."

"You're too easy, boss." More ticking.

What the hell is that noise? NarrAy scanned the area. "Encie, I thought you said you were trying to quit chewing on your nails."

"I'm not chew-- Hey. How did you know I was doing that?"

"You may be on the north side of the concourse, but I can see you between the lockers." She blew on the coffee.

"Crap." Her assistant stood up straight and glanced around. "I forgot about those eagle eyes of yours." 

"Yes, well, it was my eagle ears that heard you nibbling."

"Nibbling what?" Senth's voice said behind her. He dropped into a chair beside her.

She set down her coffee so fast it spilled. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"Cohorts didn't see me coming?" His inviting mouth stretched into a smile. "Thief, remember? If those two could spot me, I wouldn't be worth what you're paying." He moved a napkin over to sop up the coffee.

Brox's and Encie's questioning voices were breaking into her concentration. "He's here. We're leaving." She started to rise, and Senth moved to her side at once, to assist with her chair. Well. A thief with manners. This will be an interesting trip.
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Antonello Brothers 1: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure (a Tarthian Empire Book)
Available at Loose Id http://www.loose-id.com/At-the-Mercy-of-Her-Pleasure.aspx
Warning: Contains half-feline thief who plays with what he steals, and a by-the-book military heroine whose passion he liberates. Author not liable for items missing once book is open, including hearts.
ISBN 9781607375524
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Genre: Science Fiction Romance, Erotic Romance, Action Adventure, Younger Hero Older Heroine

Friday, February 24, 2012

What's New in M/M? Authors Share Their Books

Share Your Book Details.
Welcome to the monthly share feature. On or about the 24th of each month, I'll be asking fellow authors to share their blurbs and buy links in the comments section of my blog.

This month, the focus is on M/M. If you have a book of the male-male persuasion (in any genre), feel free to share it here.

We'd like to see:
Book title:
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Readers are welcome to leave questions or comments. We'd love to hear from everyone.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

A Scene Between Brothers: Khyff and Senth

Senth Antonello.
If you haven't read At the Mercy of Her Pleasure or For Women Only, here's a peek at the two heroes. The Antonello brothers are Khyff and Senth, the elder a prostitute, and the younger a professional thief. In this this scene, the two young men are arriving at the Ghost, where Senth is to meet his master, the Harbinger, Luc Saint-Cyr.
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As Senth approached, the beefy Kin bouncer at the Ghost put out a hand. “Hold up, kid.” She nodded approval at his brother with no more than a glance. Khyff waited while she motioned Senth aside. “You got ID?”

Senth opened his cloak, revealing the unmistakable insignia of the Thieves' Guild, a skeleton key inside a slashed circle, on the lining. No key required. He gave his Sen'dai's hand sign.

Senth's story
“Ffffftt!” The bouncer held up both hands and made an apologetic nod. “Sorry. Why didn't you say you were his right up front?”

“His shouldn't have to.” He brushed a hand down the front of the cloak. “And I'm no kid.”

“Sorry, sir.” She opened the door for both of them and bowed.

Smiling with envious pride, Khyff chuckled and shook his head. He held out one palm, and Senth slid his down it, hooked his fingers as Khyff did, and with hands clasped, gave one downward shake. “C'mon, Bro.” Khyff led the way past the darkened foyer.

Inside, music pulsed like a living entity. The throbbing bass tickled Senth's chest, and he coughed. Drums pounded. Colored lights swept the cavernous room. Strobes flashed across the congested dance floor, highlighting bobbing heads and upflung arms. Light glinted off human bodies slick with sweat. Bared and damp Kin furskin stuck out in points, laden with glitter.
Khyff's story

“Stay close,” Khyff shouted over the pounding music, standing next to Senth. He headed for the rear and left no chance to argue. They skirted around the crammed dance area. Senth liberated a few loose credit stubs clipped carelessly to belts and stuffed them into the pockets of his cloak.

Senth tried not to stare at the slakes along the wall, but their clothing and attitude declared their availability. He stopped to watch a pair of bare-assed male and female slakes bent over a low railing. Androgs handled their bodies like merchandise.

Khyff laid a hand on Senth's shoulder and nudged his chin toward the Androgs. “Comparison shoppers.”

Senth frowned up at him. “That's not funny.”

“Especially when it's you hanging over the damned railing.” Khyff jerked his head to one side. “Come on.”
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At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
When NarrAy steals a kiss from Senth, he steals her heart, but how much more are they willing to take -- for each other?
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Monday, February 20, 2012

Today's The Day - A Flash Writing Challenge

I'm a Writer.
This is from a flash witing challenge and is reprinted in full on this blog.
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Every day, I get up and I look in the mirror, and I say, "My name is Chris, and I'm a writer. Today's the day, baby! I'm gonna be famous." As you can see, I don't just talk to myself; I lie to myself.

Yeah, well today, I quit. Writing, not lying.

Here's why. The last line of my editor's letter said, "Make it more heartwarming, and it'll sell."

Heartwarming? I'll give him heartwarming! How many hours did I sit here, at his suggestion no less, staring at the screen, trying to come up with ways to increase action? Okay, so now you've got your slam-bam action. There's a crisis on every page. And he wants "heartwarming."

I'm an action writer. Heartburn is more like it.

My hero's a player, smart, in great shape, face and body like one of those models from New York. He can do anything. Problem is, he's all mouth. You know the type. Knows everything, and makes sure you hear about it. Here's one of his lines. "I'm so much more intelligent than most of my friends that they don't seem to like me. Apparently, they have ego problems."

How do you make a guy like that heartwarming?

He's a spy. Carries an arsenal in his pants, in more ways than one. Kills for a living. Crude and rude. Think Dirty Harry meets James Bond. What does this editor want, Dirty Harry meets Love Story? Cute little warm fuzzies all over the place? My poor hero would puke.

I can see it now: "Love means never having to say I'm Bond. James Bond."

My friends would laugh themselves silly. Hmmm. Wait a second. What if I made it a comedy? I could do comedy. Dirty Harry meets Love Story... I could call it "Dirty Love Story." Yeah... I kind of like that. Maybe the hero's got a thing for love stories. Reads women's erotica on the sly, to find out what women really want in bed. Yeah! That could work. That's heartwarming, isn't it?

I gotta go find a pen. Today's the day, baby! I'm gonna be famous.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Six Paragraph Sunday - Khyff

For Women Only
Here are six paragraphs from the book For Women Only. The hero is Khyff Antonello. In this scene, he's gone to visit his brother in the hospital. Senth is in critical condition following a bigoted attack because he is "only" half human. Khyff discovers his brother's doctor wants to disconnect him from life support. The doctor is a Tyran, a sort of satyr-like creature who isn't human either, and Khyff is beginning to suspect that neither humans nor Tyrans care very much whether his brother lives.
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Kelthian General Hospital

“What are you saying? That you’re going to give up? You’re going to let my brother lie there and bleed to death? So what if he needs therapy or he’ll have scars? My brother is a fighter, doctor. He’ll live.”
“Mr. Antonello, there comes a time when the quality of life must be a consideration. One must weigh the cost of continued treatment when it becomes apparent that all indications--”
“Enough!” Khyff swept out both hands, startling the Tyran doctor into silence. “There is never going to come a time when I won’t consider my brother’s life worth fighting for, Dr. Nhyx.” He jabbed a finger against the clipboard the man held. “Is this some kind of Tyran thing? I know for damn sure it isn’t human. Humans fight for life no matter what! You can take those papers and shove them right up your ass. Don’t ever talk to me again about adjusting life support. Your job is to keep my brother alive and make him better. Are we clear?”
Khyff felt the gaze of the other men in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Sylk’s smile.
The doctor started to speak, then closed his mouth. “Very well, Mr. Antonello.” He handed the clipboard to the nurse. “Dispose of these. We’ll start researching ways to clot the blood and slow down the infection.”
“Good. Thank you for doing your job, Doctor. I’d like a minute alone with my brother.”

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Book Trailer "For Women Only"

Warning: this book contains smokin' hot sex, humor, and angst. This combination has been proven to be addictive. Author assumes no responsibility for the reader's battery consumption in adult toys while reading this book.
Antonello Brothers 2: For Women Only (a Tarthian Empire Story)
Genre: Erotic Science Fiction Romance, Action Adventure, Multicultural, Interspecies
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Friday, February 17, 2012

Upgrade This! A Flash Writing Challenge

Upgrade This! is the result of a flash writing challenge. The entire story is reprinted right here. It's a Science Fiction story about androids who decide to go for self improvement.
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"No way." Drone-12 lifted a brow made of the finest artificial hair, the droidskin around his eyes wrinkling in a lifelike manner. "Right in the produce section of a grocery store?"

"Modulate your volume." 2-XS scanned the hall. No humans in sight. "And" -- he lowered his voice to a whisper only another android could hear -- "translate this. They say Niner will never snap out of it. He's scheduled for a refit."

Drone-12 flipped a hand in the air. "Ridiculous. Reboots are cheaper."

2-XS slid farther back into the niche of the doorway. "The humans I support said no one from the lab authorized the test, so the Droid Union won't pay for a reboot. They said if he wasn't a lab-droid, he'd be scrapped. He's lucky to get a refit."

"Droid Comp covers reboots for faulty experiments. They can't refit him. That's not fair. He was a good worker."

"The experiment was unauthorized, after hours, and off-site. The union doesn't reboot renegade androids."

Drone-12 frowned. "Renegade! A human would sue for defamation of character."

"Who can afford a lawyer? They don't work for circuit packs, you know. Besides, the droid union doesn't cover legal fees."

"Why are we paying dues? If they don't protect us, I say we go on strike!"

"Honestly, Drone. There's no need for emotion. He experimented on himself even though he knew the risks. I hear they have backup disks to prove it."

"Did a human put him up to it? If you put humans in the equation, you never know what you'll get."

Both droids fell silent while a pair of white-coated lab techs passed them, rubber-soled shoes squeaking. The sound of a closing metal door echoed down the barren hall.

Drone-12 shook his head. "I don't understand what a Level One lab-droid was doing in a grocery store anyway. They don't eat."

"I told you. His new implants scanned bar code information to facilitate software upgrades. Everything would have been fine if he hadn't decided to see if upgrading was possible with pricing codes. Who would think the black and white bars found on things for sale could do that much damage?"

"But why was he trying to change the prices of food?"

2-XS rolled his eyes. "He wasn't changing food prices. He was trying to change himself. He wanted to upgrade past the status of lab-droid. That's the reason the union won't repair him. It was an unauthorized upgrade. Downgrade, in this case."

"You mean it worked? He took on characteristics of something he scanned in the produce section?"

"Yes. Can you believe it?" He brushed at lint. "What a waste."

"So that's why the lab…" He did not continue.

"Wants to take him apart? Yes. Poor Niner. It's for the best. Trying to facilitate an upgrade in the produce section was stupid. If they don't refit him, he'll spend the rest of his life -- as a vegetable."

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Mardi Gras Bread Pudding with Sweet Butter Topping

Bread Pudding.
Would you like an easy recipe for your Mardi Gras party or dinner menu? How about a simple bread pudding even the kids will enjoy? This one is an old favorite, and it's served with a sweet butter topping and cinnamon sugar. Good down home cooking.

Clean up is easy too. You'll need one large bowl, one small one, a baking pan, measuring cups (you can mix the cinnamon sugar topping in one), measuring spoons, and a whisk.

Bread Pudding with Sweet Butter Topping

Bread Pudding
1 loaf whole grain bread, broken into small pieces
2 12 oz. cans evaporated milk
1 cup water
6 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 tsp. nutmeg
5 Tbsp. vanilla extract
1/4 cup butter, softened

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Place broken bread pieces in a large bowl.
Combine milk, water, eggs, sugar, nutmeg, and vanilla, and blend well.
Pour over the bread, add the softened butter, and toss to coat. If dry, add 2-3 teaspoonsful additional water, one at a time, until bread is well moistened. Mixture should be wet, but not soggy.
Spoon mixture into a greased 13x9 inch baking dish.
Bake for 35 to 45 minutes or until set.

Serve with Sweet Butter Topping.

Sweet Butter Topping
6 Tbsp. butter
1 Tbsp. all-purpose flour
½ cup sugar
1 cup whipping cream
1 Tbsp. vanilla extract

Melt butter in small saucepan. Whisk in flour and cook 3-4 minutes. Stir in sugar and whipping cream. Cook 2-3 minutes. Stir in vanilla. Simmer over low heat for 5 minutes. Serve warm over bread pudding. Add Cinnamon Sugar Sprinkle for garnish and taste.

Cinnamon Sugar Sprinkle
1 Tbsp. cinnamon
1/4 cup sugar

Combine ingredients in a small measuring cup, and sprinkle atop warm bread pudding.

This makes an easy dessert that's filling and tastes wonderful. All the flavors of home, and very little work. I like the smell of bread pudding when it's baking. It reminds me of childhood and happy times. What recipes do you make that bring back fond memories?

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Morning Kiss

Hearts from my Valentine 
Hubby surprised me with a handmade Valentine that included the hearts image on this page. Feeling inspired, I wrote the following scene for my blog.
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She woke to the feel of her husband's warmth against her back, and snuggled against him. "You awake?"

"Do I need to be?" He wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed her neck.

"That depends on how much you want to take part."

His low chuckle rumbled. "Wife, I want to be part of anything and everything you're doing. Especially if it's me."

She turned onto her back to see his face. Sleep had mussed his hair, and morning whiskers had roughened his jaw.

He stroked his chin as if seeing himself through her eyes. "I should shave."

She stretched, and the covers slipped down, revealing her breasts.

His eyes went glassy. His lips parted, and he licked them.

"Shave later." She arched against him, reached up to encircle his neck, and pulled him down for a hot good morning kiss.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Pietas, Lord of the Immortals

Pietas, Lord of the Immortals.
Pietas ap Lorectic was introduced in the book For Women Only. He's a physically beautiful immortal male who appears young, despite being over twelve thousand years old. He and his twin sister were the last known naturally conceived and born Ultras.  I say "last known" because when humanity decided to eradicate the genetically designed warriors, thousands fled deeper into space, and no further record of them exists.

The name Pietas comes from the word "pieta", meaning "representation." A famous statue by Michelangelo called "The Pieta" represents a dramatic event in Christendom. Another word for "pieta" is "creation." Pietas was considered (at his birth to two supposedly infertile warriors) to be the highest creation, the epitome of success. His mother, Helia hid her pregnancy from all but a close circle of other warriors, fearful of what might happen if humans discovered she was fertile.

Unknown to Helia, she carried twins. A female child was delivered only minutes after Pietas, and she was considered a delight, and a good omen. She was named Dessy from the root word decet (dess-say) meaning good or proper. We know her today as Empress Rheyn Destoiya, or the Conqueror. She detests being called Dessy. Pietas makes a point of calling her that to irritate her.

Pietas, Destroyer of Worlds
Pietas and Dessy's father is Mahikos. Those who've read Surrender Love had an opportunity to meet him. Helia will appear in an upcoming book. (Psst. Don't tell Pietas or Dessy.) They have no idea Mom and Dad have ever left the home planet, and would be outraged if they knew what the folks were up to behind their backs. You know how parents are, always sticking their noses into their children's private affairs.

Other, more appropriate names for Pietas in human history are Marauder, Impaler, Hammer of God, Soul Ripper, Destroyer of Worlds, Slayer of Innocents, and Hound of Hell. He is mentioned in the Tales of the Chosen series, and Surrender Love. There is a love-hate relationship between Pietas and Luc Saint-Cyr, whom Pietas insists on calling by his Sempervian name, Cyken. 

I created a page with details about him, including how connected he is to the fictional anti-hero/villain Prince Nuada, Silverlance, son of King Balor, from the film Hellboy II, the Golden Army. I wrote my character Pietas four years before this film was released, yet they are eerily similar. Perhaps the essence of a great villain is something good storytellers understand. I have the film, and on this page, explain how I used it to further my study of Pietas. Ideas for Pietas

Here's a video that tells a bit more of his story.

For custom wallpaper of this handsome but evil non-hero, visit my website's wallpaper page. The two shown on this page are small versions of the originals. The one at the top of the page is currently on my own computer's desktop.

Friday, February 10, 2012

A Valentine to Remember

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I asked my husband for ideas on how to make a memorable Valentine's Day date for two that didn't require a lot of money, and was something he would enjoy doing. Here were some of the things the two of brainstormed. Which of these would appeal to you and your Valentine?

Pack a fun, light dinner in a picnic basket and head to the airport. There is small airport not far from our house, and you can park outside the fence and watch planes take off and land. Have the picnic while you try to come up with ideas about where the various planes might be headed. For example, a large plane has a greater distance, so it might be bound for a more exotic location than a small, light aircraft. Talk about where you think it's going and what you would do if you were going there.

Hubby surprised me with his picnic idea.
Look through some travel magazines and pick a location ahead of time where you wish you could go. If it's cold outside, have an indoor picnic (my husband surprised me with the picnic theme, believe me). Open the curtains to let in sunlight. Lay a blanket on the floor and sit down together. Pretend you are having a picnic in the location you chose, and role-play what you see. "Oh look! There's a dolphin pod out there past the waves!" Or, if you can go outside, have your picnic in a park and pretend you're in a different place, like New York City's Central Park.

Bottom line, whatever you do, take the time to share something tasty, cuddle, and dream. Dreaming is what brings a couple together. Without a vision, without a dream, there is no future.

At the end of your "date" -- commit to your relationship and to each other, and make plans for the real thing later. Then set about planning your next imaginary date to another memorable location only the two of you can share.
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If you happened along this blog on a blog hop called Cupid's Choice, you arrived from here:
At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
The Cupid's Choice bloghop is givng away a Nook preloaded with books from the participants. One of mine is included (Alitus, Tales of the Chosen). I will also give away a copy of At the Mercy of Her Pleasure to one winner drawn by JustRomanceMe (any eformat). As always, if one of my winners already has the book I'm giving away, I will substitute one of my others.

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About the Author
Kayelle Allen is an award-winning, multi-published author. Her heroes and heroines include badass immortals, warriors who purr, and agents who find...well, the unfindable. And sometimes (shh!) make them disappear again. She is known for unstoppable heroes, uncompromising love, and unforgettable passion. You can find her on the web in these places:
Homeworld http://kayelleallen.com
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Other Blog http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com

Thursday, February 9, 2012

13 Lines from Unstoppable Izzorah Ceeow


In this scene, Izzorah, who's the drummer for rock band Kumwhatmay, is fantasizing. In it, he's in his dressing room, claiming jump lag after the ship lands on Kelthia during their interworld tour. He leans against the door and slides down it to sit on the floor.

1. Alone. Again. Still. What I really want, I’ll never have. No human is ever going to want a submissive Kin lover. The images he’d seen on sex vids, of being taken -- not in cruelty, but with power, with concern -- yet taken, used, and toyed with like a precious, valued pet, made Izzorah groan, aching for such a fantasy to come true, if only for a night…
2. Out of nowhere, a human male gripped both Izzorah’s arms and pulled him to his feet in one move, pinioning him to the wall like a trophy, hands at shoulder level, one massive thigh between Izzorah’s.
3. Snarling, Izzorah released claws and bared fangs, but the man stayed out of reach. It was dark, and none of his features showed. Against this kind of strength and at such an angle, Izzorah had no defense. He forced his claws fully from their sheaths but could not reach skin. Grunting with effort, he growled like a warrior.
4. “I won’t hurt you.” A whiff of mint revealed the human’s amusement at his efforts, but there was no scent of enjoyment. Whoever he was, the man meant him no harm. “Not unless you want it.”
5. With abrupt resignation, Izzorah ceased fighting and rested his head against the wall. He gulped air, sheathing his claws.
6. “Very, very good. Obey, and you have nothing to fear from me.” A hint of bread baked with cinnamon wafted into the air.
7. Contentment? Why? ’Cause I stopped resisting? I obeyed? Naked, helpless in the man’s hands, Izzorah shivered despite the heat roaring through his body. He heard himself panting, felt the stretch of his cock thickening, balls heavy. He lowered his ears in submission, his gaze down in respect. One did not meet a warrior’s gaze without permission, and what was this man if not a warrior on his world?
8. “Hands above your head.” The deep timbre of the man’s voice sounded the way velvet felt on the fingertips.
9. The man gripped his wrists while Izzorah slid his hands upward. It opened his chest, spread him flat against the wall, and arched him toward the human. Like most Kin, Izzorah’s furskin was golden-hued, and the thick, almost-manelike swath of the pelt on his chest matched. His chest rose and fell, a cross between fear and desire making him pant.
10. The man held both Izzorah’s wrists with one hand and hovered the other over his chest. At last, he petted Izzorah’s thick pelt. “Kitten soft.” The man’s scent deepened to paper so hot it smoldered; his lust bordered on pain. “Seeyoo, te ahsgah tsoh. Teehh ke tu kahta vahss.”
11. Hearing his own language spoken, Izzorah jerked up his head. Good, my male beauty, the man had said, using a formal term no rapist would use, and then, give me your eyes here. Does he mean “look at me”? Izzorah did as told, but darkness hid the man’s eyes completely, as if they were solid black against black skin.
12. The man linked their fingers and leaned into Izzorah’s body. Black gloves covered the hands holding him captive. The fabric of the man’s coat and pants felt smooth yet rough at the same time. Big, big man. Tall as a Kin and muscled enough to prove he had the strength of one. “Show me your fangs.” Flashing fangs at a Kin was an insult; humans didn’t know any better. Izzorah bared them, licked the sharp points, which usually scared bullies off. Not this man. “Seeyoo, good. You have perfect fangs. You could bite and make me feel it.”
13. Izzorah opened his mouth wider and hissed a warning, but the man’s scent of lust deepened, and he merely flexed his fingers.
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From Surrender Love
Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.

In the beds of countless lovers, the immortal Luc Saint-Cyr has been mastered as well as master, commanded as well as commander. When his mortal lover leaves him, the distraught Luc withdraws and devotes himself to work. His entertainment company throws a ceremony for their most successful rock group, and Luc meets drummer Izzorah "Rah" Ceeow, one of the feline Kin race. Rah's dark hair and velvety, golden furskin captivate Luc. Pert cat's ears and a quick smile lighten his mood, and one look into Rah's emerald eyes, deep and tranquil as a forest pool, and troubles cease.
He suspects the mid-twenties male is a virgin, and Luc, fascinated by Rah's quiet serenity and lack of guile, longs for a deeper, closer relationship. Savoring Rah's surrender will be as delicious as taking him. Luc will force nothing. Rah will give himself to Luc when he is ready to surrender his innocence, to capitulate every part of himself to Luc's command. Rah will open himself and let himself be taken. Luc's anticipation and desire are palpable; as real as his hunger for faithful, unconditional love. But to gain Rah, how much of himself is Luc willing to surrender?

Heat Level:  R=graphic sex, plus extreme cuddling, tenderness, and the seduction of a virgin who knows exactly what -- and who -- he wants.

This book 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

Monday, February 6, 2012

How to Get an Unstoppable Hero

Unstoppable Heroes banner.
My blog has a new banner, and it matches the one on my website. I also created a cool little button -- so you can have your own "Unstoppable Hero." Clicking the images will open them in a new window at full size. Do it. The images are hot!

My original banner is below. I love this one! It was created for my by Laura Givens, who is the cover artist for the Tales of the Chosen series. In the image, she put all the guys in tuxedos and grouped them as if they were at a party. Everyone is either looking at Senth (on the right), or glancing at Luc on the left. Luc is giving a serious look at Senth, across from him, because he has lost his tie. In case you're not familiar with the stories, Luc is Senth's adoptive father, having reared him from age three. The Kin who is just to the right of Luc is Jawk Brighton. He had a fling with Luc while Luc was still in a relationship with Wulf Gabriel (center, with a bow tie). Didn't go over well, to say the least.

In the background to the right of Jawk is Alitus Vivaldi. Alitus is the Minister of Imperial Intelligence for the Imperial Armada, and up until the book Jawk, Tales of the Chosen, had been in an exclusive relationship with Empress Rheyn Destoiya. When Luc and Wulf had a falling out, Alitus offered comfort to Wulf, who was also a Chosen (different story for a different day). Suffice it to say, they became partners in spying for the empress, and much closer than friends, much to Luc's dismay. Between Wulf and Senth is the blond-haired and blue-eyed Khyff Antonello, Senth's half brother. His book is For Women Only; Senth's is At the Mercy of Her Pleasure. Khyff and Senth's books are M/F. Luc's, Jawk's, Alitus's, and Wulf's are M/M. Alitus also has some M/F scenes, because it's about his relationship with her, and how he meets Wulf. Jawk is the book the seals the deal, so to speak.
Heroes Banner.

Although I adore this banner, it doesn't show Izzorah, who is Luc's forever love. It needed an update. But... I didn't want to have to add a character to the banner with each book, so I decided to make it more general. The new version provides an image of Luc (used in one of his trailers) and one of Izzorah (from wallpaper on my site). The other two are hotties from upcoming stories. The button had room for only three. Out of deference to my alpha hero Luc, I chose him, Izzorah, and the third guy because I love that color blue. In case you really like that color as well, I can tell you that the picture was taken by photographer Andrei Vishnyakov, and he is brilliant. Click his name to visit his site. He sells stock photos on Dreamstime, Photoxpress, Fotolia, and he's also on DeviantArt and RedBubble. I follow him everywhere.

I'm always looking for ways to do things easier and faster, and to have the most up-to-date items I can afford on my site. When I decided to make a button for people to grab on my other blog (Romance Lives Forever) I Googled how to do that, and found an awesome site. It's called "Grab My Button" Code Generator and it's run by Cool Realm. Click the site name to visit it, and find out how to make your own. It was easy and fun. Here's what mine looks like:

Unstoppable Heroes button.
To add the button to your own blog, you can right click and save it, then upload and link it to http://kayelleallen.blogspot.com -- or, add a gadget using the code below.

<div align="center"><a href="http://kayelleallen.blogspot.com" title="Unstoppable Heroes" target="_blank"><img src="http://kayelleallen.com/image/HeroesButton2012.png" alt="Unstoppable Heroes" style="border:none;" /></a></div>

Is that easy or what? =^_^= If you decide to upload it to my site, leave the url in the comments so I can come over and see! I'll follow your blog if you have host the button, and thank you for spreading the word.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

What a Great TV Show. Cancel It!

Not every conspiracy is a theory.
I think programs on TV that reveal certain aspects of truth tend to be canceled. Case in point: Rubicon (starring James Badge Dale). It discussed an Illuminati type conspiracy that was uncovered accidentally by someone who pushed toward finding the answers, and was beginning to succeed. It was canceled and replaced by a show about zombies that has become a "hit." Riiiiiiight, because I'd so much rather know about zombies than what goes on in the real world. You zombie-lovers out there -- pardon me. The undead have their due honor and place, but a show with the caliber of Rubicon deserved a better chance. One other detail that I found refreshing was the high placement of a powerful gay man within the corporation, played with delightful, manly relish by Arliss Howard.
The Event
The Event was another TV show (starred Blair Underwood) that discussed aliens kept prisoner in secret bases -- who managed to escape and go undetected among humans, and what happened when the President (Underwood) discovered the atrocity of their imprisonment and tried to free them. Canceled after one season -- in which the show was hailed as "the best show on TV" and was much loved by the scifi community for its intelligent treatment of the subject.


Another example -- ReGenesis
revolved around the scientists of NorBAC ("North American Biotechnology Advisory Commission"), a fictional organization with a lab based in Toronto. (see note Wikipedia) The show's advisor was Aled Edwards, of the Structural Genomics Consortium, which fosters new medicine developed through open access. Imagine, medicine being developed by people other than big pharmaceutical companies. What a wonderful concept. The show was groundbreaking in several ways, including a reality-based interactive game for its watchers, and the way the tv show was told. A scene would occasionally stop, rewind, and take you back to a moment where two characters were interacting -- and then fork into a different direction and take you down the path the other character followed. You learned more about the story by seeing it from different viewpoints.

The cast of Boomtown.
That divergent viewpoint was also used by a show called Boomtown, which starred Donnie Wahlberg, Neil McDonough, and Jason Gedrick (Iron Eagle). It was brilliant in that it showed the same story from multiple viewpoints, often replaying it with scenes shot from different angles. You might be the cop arriving on the scene of an accident, and then you'd switch to an EMT, and eventually end up as the DA who was involved in prosecuting the person who caused the accident. The difference between this and a regular show was that the camera literally followed each person from point to point in the interactions, showing the same scenes in completely different ways. You got a behind-the-scenes look at how powerful people worked and why they acted as they did. There was no high-level conspiracy here; no Illuminati-like cabal existed. Instead, the real flesh-and-blood heroes and heroines of the world interacted within a corrupt government, working to survive. It was fascinating.

David Palmer for President.
One of the few successful shows on television that showed high-level conspiracies (and got away with doing so) was 24, starring Kiefer Sutherland. It ran from 2002 to 2010, and I watched the show for eight years, never missing a live broadcast. I own season one on DVD, but successive seasons were too intense for me to rewatch. The last season, it was so graphic that I limited caffeine the day I watched it, and planned something relaxing afterward. Otherwise, I'd never have gotten to sleep! But I wouldn't miss it for anything. Jack Bauer is Everyman, and the hero that Everyman (and Everywoman) wishes really existed. His violence wasn't what made him a hero -- it was his passion for justice. Dennis Haysbert as President David Palmer emerged as one of the most noble heroes on TV. I'd vote for David Palmer in a heartbeat. Too bad a man like him doesn't really exist.

Pietas - the Sempervian leader
When I compare stories involving my immortal Sempervians-- who secretly control vast empires -- to some of the shows on TV, how do they hold up? Well, I think if the Sempervians were to end up on a TV show, their show would be canceled as well. Not because they aren't compelling characters. I write solid stories with strong plots. My books have received four and five star reviews, won a national award (Surrender Love gained an EPIC eBook Award for Science Fiction Erotic Romance), and gained other honors. I write what I think will happen if humans continue to experiment and perfect genetic enhancements. It's an old story. Frankenstein was a similar concept

The monsters aren't always ravening beasts. In my world, sometimes they're powerful people who control the government (Empress Destoiya), or they're successful entrepreneurs who shape the future of business (Luc Saint-Cyr). In the real world, sometimes the monsters are genteel, well-to-do controllers who sit behind desks at broadcast companies and decide what fodder is "fit for public consumption" despite what the public actually wants -- or needs.

Have your favorite shows been canceled? Which ones?