Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Breeder Slave by P.L. Parker

Today I have P.L. Parker joining me with her spicy book, Breeder Slave. And as an added bonus she is giving away a copy to one lucky commenter. Just leave a comment and your email address.

Enjoy!



He was her salvation…or her destruction.
Blurb
He was her salvation…or her destruction.
The galactic war between the Chiagan-Se and the treacherous Deg’Nara wages on. The human females Leah and the Irish lass Moira are captured and then abandoned, forced to fend for themselves on a barren planet light years from all they know. Their only hope is Sulas, a fugitive breeder slave, who wants nothing to do with them.  Survival is chancy at best, but together, the three embark on a perilous journey to rejoin the Chiagan-Se rebels.  But can they survive?
Excerpt:
Leah ran her hands lightly down the ravaged arm of the male, massaging in a good dollop of the gooey mass she found in his stores. Purpling bruises highlighted by a scaly red rash covered the hand and forearm, the most virulent centered near the puncture wound on his palm. Ugly and suppurating, she cringed at the imagined pain the male must be experiencing, though his skin did feel cooler to the touch. She sniffed her fingers. The blue stuff smelled like antiseptic and seemed to soothe him as she lathered it on. Could be toothpaste for all I know! But the redness eased somewhat after the application. The raging fever had dropped in the past few hours and his restless ranting and raving had diminished. Beneath her exploring fingers, the massive muscles bunched and rolled as if escaping her tender touch. As she rubbed the concoction into his wrist area, his hand twitched and a low moan of pain escaped his lips.
No male should have lips like those! Made for mind-shattering lip locks and other nasty things….  Her libido pinged. Stop it girl! Just what I don’t need to be thinking about right now! He’d made it very clear even in his delirium how he felt about the human females. Shaking herself, she continued the massage, working the gel into the elegant, work-roughened fingers. He exhaled a long sigh as if relieved. The eyelids twitched. The curling white lashes fluttered. Vibrant blue peeked through the half-closed lids. As the unfocused eyes cleared he jerked, catching her hand in a vise-like grip.
“Don’t touch me,” he growled before he shoved her hand away. Rolling to his side, he pushed himself to a sitting position. “The hands of a Deg’Nara whore sicken me!”
“Why you ungrateful asshole…!” she gasped, outraged by the red marks ringing her wrist. She threw the tube of gel at his face, secretly pleased when it bounced off his cheek. She flounced to her feet, arms akimbo as she fumed. “Moira and I’ve been taking care of you round the clock and that means changing your diapers and cleaning you up afterwards! You think we enjoyed it, you thankless piece of shit? Not hardly! And I told you, I’m not a Deg’Nara, so quit with the rude crap.”
He brushed a hand across his jaw, the blue eyes flaring with disdain. “You may not be Deg’Nara but you came from one of their ships! You’re either a spy or just another piece of trash they had no further use for.” The well-formed lips curved in a sneer. “I value you even less than they.”
 Link to New Concepts Publishing:

P. L. Parker
Romantic Adventure at its Best



Monday, January 23, 2017

Yahhhh I'm a Grandma again

In case you didn't catch the title, I became a grandmother again last week. On Thursday we welcomed Kylian John Stewart to our family. That makes two grandchildren for me. My oldest is a girl. Vivian, who is six. In May there will be another one added to the family. In the span of a year I gained two daughters in law and two grandchildren. Life is grand. Aside from being a mom, being a grandmother is the best.
Now if only I could get my writing career back on track.

Sales are shit! I try to promote, but it rarely adds to sales. If I want to get into the big marketing ads I need to pay big bucks. But then you hope that you make back your money and get a profit. I'm hoping with the release of two new books, it will boost some sales. The Darkness and Demon series have been out for a long time, its time for fresh blood.

On a different note, I may have some other news in regards to the book industry in the next few weeks. It's a secret and I'm dying to tell someone. Hopefully soon.

Well, I'm off to finish up that secret project. Check out my grandkids before you leave.

Hasta la vista!



Thursday, January 12, 2017

Baby it's cold outside

Damn it's cold out. At least where I am.  A month ago there was no snow and the temps were nice, well nice for us in December. Then a christmas miracle happened and it began to snow on Christmas eve. Yeah!!!!

Crap, it's not stopping!

Seriously, it has snowed off and on since then. Some days it's heavy, others it's a skif. And it's DAMN cold. We've had cold temperature warnings for over two weeks now. Temps have ranged from -18 to -30, then you add in the wind-chill and it's down to -45 celsius. I kid you not. Schools are still open though, but school buses aren't running, so it's up to the parents to drive their kids to school, or they have to walk if the parent can't take them....don't get me started on this. Seriously I could rant for an hour.

Anyway. Thankfully I don't have to leave the house. I feel bad for all off those who do have to go out. My daughter takes the bus to work at 7am. Yesterday she texted me to say it was friggin cold--only she didn't say friggin. I said, 'well duh. It was -40 with the wind-chill.' To which she replied, 'No wonder my feet were freezing.' 'Yeah, might be good to check the temps before you leave the house.'

So I'm sitting in my nice warm house, feeling bad for people when the Christmas song, "baby it's cold outside" pops into my head. Let me just add that I HATE that song. Its creepy as hell and kinda rapey. But hey, it's a Christmas song so it's okay.  Have you really listened to the lyrics?

A young woman is at her boyfriend's place and she needs to leave to go home. Now you may think the boyfriend is just concerned for her wellbeing because it's cold out. How sweet, right?

Not!

Her:My mother will start to worry
Him:Beautiful what's your hurry
Her:And my father will be pacing the floor
Him:Just listen to the fireplace roar.
Her:Now really I'd better scurry
Him:Sweetheart,what's your hurry?
Her:Well maybe just a half a drink more
Him:Why don't you you put some records on while I pour.


Her:All the neighbors might think
Him:But, baby it's bad out there
Her:Say, what's in this drink?

Let's pause here. Hey, what's in this drink? Anyone thinking Bill Cosby?

Him:No cab's to be had out there
Her:Oh, I wish I knew how
Him:Your eyes are like starlight right now
Her:To break this spell
Him:I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

He's working her hard, convincing her to stay.

Her:I ought to say no, no, no sir
Him:Mind if I move in a little closer
Her:At least I'm gonna say that I tried

No means no, but he's wearing her down.

Him:What's the sense in hurting my pride

Oh typical,turn it on her

Her:I really can't stay
Him:Baby don't hold out. (What? Perv alert)
Her:Oh, but it's cold outside.

Her:I simply must go
Him:Baby, it's cold outside
Her:The answer is no
Him:But, baby it's cold outside

You get the point. I have no idea what this has to do with Christmas, but that's beside the point. I find it creepy and wrong. But, maybe it's just me.

Well, that concludes today's weird and random post.
Stay warm.



Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Welcome

Hello there, welcome to my blog. This is my place to vent, share, goof off and just be plain old crazy.  But that's not all. I'll be interviewing fellow authors and publishers or letting them say whatever they want. So stay tuned.