Tuesday, September 18, 2018

New Book!

I'm so excited to tell you about my newest release Their Omega! This is a story I've been working on for a while. If polyamory or the suggestion of mpreg isn't your thing than read no further. But if it is and I hope it is, here's a taste!

This book is the first book in Leap of Faith Publishing's Lite Delights series, hot, short stories that are only 99 cents! As such they are only available from the Leap of Faith Publishing e-book store. Just click the cover to be taken to the sales page.

Blurb:

Could the two sexy alpha wolves that have been checking him out be his mates?
Devon is young at eighteen, and an omega wolf. Born to two lone alphas he has never been part of a pack. However, that has not stopped him from watching two gay alpha lone wolves in his town and dreaming. They’ve been watching him too, and Devon can only hope now that he’s old enough, his romantic dreams are about to come true. Will Ben and Hal take him as their mate, or are they only looking for a good time with a hot young omega?
Excerpt:
I remember the first time I saw them out the window of our break room. They were walking into a bar across from the grocery store I worked in, and while they didn’t hold hands exactly I knew they were close, especially when one guy’s hand brushed the other guy’s ass. I popped wood seeing that and had to put a book in my lap so no one saw. A book I’d been reading while sitting with a few co-workers in the break room.
I watched until they disappeared inside the bar, but not before one of them turned around, grinned and winked at me. I felt my face heat before I dropped my eyes, and tipped my head to one side submissively. My parents always told me if I ever came into contact with alphas this was the way to show respect. Since these were the first two I’d ever seen let alone met, it was the first time I’d felt the instinct to do so. When I looked up again, they’d both disappeared inside the darkened bar.
That was three years ago when I was fifteen. I just turned eighteen last week and I'm still watching Hal and Ben walk into the same bar just like they do every Saturday afternoon. The same as they have every Saturday for the last three years. I've never had the nerve to go up and talk to them, but I’ve caught them watching me just as closely as I've watched them when I thought they didn’t know I was looking. I knew I was playing with fire, I know I’m still playing with fire. I want them, boy do I want them. They’re tall, dark and hairy, one of my kinks. I love bears, love the way they look, love to fantasize about their beards rubbing across my body, just the thought will make my nipples stand at attention. I love to dream about what their hot hairy bodies will feel like rubbing against mine, what it will feel like to be trapped between them, one with his cock in my ass, and one in front of me sucking my cock maybe, while he twists my nipples tight. I like the idea of a little pain, it gets me off. Nothing extreme mind you, but having my nipples clamped, or my ass spanked? Yeah, those kinds of fantasies are my favorite, and for the last three years, those two alphas have starred front and center in every single one.
Too bad it’s all just a dream. No alpha is ever going to be interested in me…




Sunday, March 11, 2018

Interview with Lin Chen from No Place to Run by Regina Paul


Interviewer: So, Lin, tell our readers a bit about where you’re from.

Lin: I’m from a small Bunun village in Taiwan.

Interviewer: Who are the Bunun?

Lin: We are one of the tribes of the aboriginal people of Taiwan.

Interviewer: You mean like American Indians?

Lin: Sort of. Genetically we are more closely related to the Polynesians rather than the American Indians.

Interviewer: Okaaayyy…So, Lin how did you wind up here in America?

Lin: I came here to keep my ex-husband from hurting myself or my family members.

Interviewer:  That’s awful, I take it he’s violent?

Lin: Yes, violent and rich. This has made it very difficult for me to get free of him.

Interviewer: Do you think he’s going to follow you here?

Lin: I am sure of it.

Interviewer: How are you going to stay safe?

Lin: I don’t know exactly. I am hoping that my new friend Kyle Little Eagle and his grandfather might be able to help me with that.

Interviewer: Kyle Little Eagle? That sounds Native American.

Lin: It is. With luck his and his grandfather’s medicine will be strong enough to help me keep my ex-husband Bai away. I am hoping for this.

Interviewer: So….are you and Kyle a couple?

Lin: What do you mean?
Interviewer: You know, are you dating him, seeing him socially?

Lin: Kyle is my friend…but I hope that he can become more .

Interviewer: So how do you think Kyle and his grandfather can help you? If your ex-husband is rich and powerful couldn’t he easily get you away from them?

Lin: I suppose if they were ordinary men this might be true, but Kyle and his grandfather are special, they have special gifts.

Interviewer: What do you mean?

Lin: They are close to the Spirits.

Interview: You mean like ghosts?

Lin: No. The Spirits are close to the Creator, what you would probably call God. Those with a close working relationship with them can help to effect change where others cannot.

Interview: Like angels?

Lin: I suppose you could make that comparison, but they are not angels, but something else. It is difficult to explain if you were not raised around our beliefs.

Interviewer: So you see the beliefs that Kyle and his grandfather have as being similar to yours?

Lin: Yes, they are similar. Not the same exactly but the core beliefs are similar. We understand each other very well.

Interviewer: Interesting. So, how long are  you going to be in America?

Lin: I do not know. It will depend on Kyle and if I can get my ex-husband to leave me and my family alone.

Interviewer: Well, we wish you the best Lin, thanks for talking to us.

Lin: Thank you for having me.

Read Lin and Kyle’s story in No Place to Run by Regina Paul.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Free Serial Romance: Wolf Dreams Part 6


I don't know where I am...I know I'm dreaming again but I don't recognize this landscape. Unlike the other dreams where I see Sarah, this landscape is barren and dead looking. There is nothing for as far as I can see but a flat brown landscape with black skeleton trees whose branches reach towards a black sky. I don't like this place and I want nothing more than to leave it, but there is a reason I'm here, there has to be. As with my other dreams, I am hyper aware. 

I begin walking though I have no idea where I'm going. There is nothing I can see other than the black, dead trees that look as though a good stiff wind will uproot what little is left of them beneath the dusty brown ground, knocking them over to lie looking even more dead if that were possible. 

There are no stars in the black sky, and I'm surprised I can see as there does not seem to be any light sources and yet I can see as though I were walking at home on a gray day with rain falling down. I would give anything to see a set of clouds heavy with rain. In my imagination it would wash the heavy, dusty brown earth away to reveal soil live with the richness of the possibilities of growing things. The rain would decompose the dead black trees returning them to the soil buried beneath the ugly dead looking brown earth. In my mind's eye I can see the live soil beneath it, rich with small lights that I somehow know are very small crystals. This soil speaks to me, singing a song only I can hear. How can I hear it?

You have always been able to hear the song of the true earth.

The voice is soft, but it isn't Sarah's voice, this is someone else.

Who are you? I think, somehow knowing she will hear me.

I hear tinkling laughter. 

It is not yet time for you to know me. Just know that this place is what the dark fae would create for himself and those like him in both my world and yours if he is not stopped.

Do you mean the false face? I think to the invisible presence.

There is a pause, a deep breath which I can hear before an answer comes. Yes.

Who is this new person entering my dream universe and why will she not identify herself? I don't like it. Too much has been happening to me lately for me to trust anything or really anyone. Except maybe Sarah, Pokey and Darius. For some reason I know I can trust them. 

Is Sarah okay? I mean I may as well ask her since she's revealed herself.

Suddenly into the dead brown land a heavy wind rolls through the landscape pushing what looks like tumbleweeds that are four times the size as those I could find in the waking world, more brown dust, and what looks like trash. Wrappers, old papers, empty pop cans and more. And it's heading right towards me!

Sarah is mine! The same sinister voice I'd heard before, ominous, filled with gravel and hostile answers, as though to shout over any answers the other voice might give me.

Anger surges through me. No she's not! She's mine! I open my mouth to yell the words when I begin to hear a sound off in the distance. 

It's my alarm clock in the waking world. My eyes pop open and then close again as glaring daylight nearly blinds me. I reach over and slap the snooze button on my clock. I crack one eyelid slightly open and look at the clock. It's six am and I'm going to be late not only for class, but for my first lesson in how to turn any mirror into a portal. 

Do I have a new ally or is this just a trick of the false face? But then why would he tell me what his plans are to make both the fae world and my world a barren dust bowl where nothing can live?

With more questions than answers I throw back the covers and head for the shower. It's time to begin another day...