Tuesday, February 25, 2014

What's Coming?

Besides me, darlings, besides me.

I finally recovered from Valentine's Day, and I'm back again. And writing again. Writing a lot, now that my sister and her four children are finally in their own house. You'd be surprised just how much packing six other people into your house can impact productivity. But I'm afraid it did, and for that, I apologize.

In better news, I'm currently working on a weird western erotica story. Somewhere in the American Southwest, an angel sent by God to slay the Devil falls for a young Turkish fortune teller. Much hot boffing abounds, as well.

And I have something in the works for those under appreciated gay/bisexual fathers out there. I myself am just as guilty as anyone of doing it, but, for the most part, the men that get the spotlight are single, normally in their early twenties, hard-bodied, with nothing to tie them down. And, as fucking sexy as that might be, it's not all there is. Gay dads have sex too. Not daddies, but dads. People with small children in their care. I've been meaning to write something like this for some time, but I'm finally getting around to it. And I'm quite excited. Quite excited, my lovelies. I would give you more, but I really don't have anything much beyond that.



If you want something to keep you satisfied until these are available to read, Storm Moon Press just released an anthology about love. Actual love, not just sex. Love with sex. The Sweethearts and Seduction anthology (featuring a story from yours truly) is six stories. No longer than a novella. Just click the picture above and you'll be whisked off to the buy page. It's only 3.99, too. A marvelous value, if you ask me.

Now, I must get back to work while I still have daylight... and coffee, of course. Yes, coffee. A lady never drinks wine before 11 AM, darlings.

Raven

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Wild Ride: Release the Manticores!

Across the red sand deserts they leap. Venomous tails, goring horns, razor-edged claws. The great beasts of legends.

Manticores.


Available now from Torquere Press: Wild Ride by... me. (Click the picture to be taken to the buy page).

Larik rides for the Zathinian cavalry, and he's happy to lead his men against the Kipzian threat. But during a fateful battle, he's lost, trapped with his enemy and forced to stay with the Kipzian man in their city, sealed from the rest of the world.

With a sickening truth staring at him, Larik doesn't know what to think. He focuses on the one thing he can: Gidid, the man who saved him. Because faced with a new reality, his feelings are the one thing he has some control over. But even that could be torn away by the conflict, leaving him alone.

And possibly dead.

Excerpt:
Larik spun around and cracked the reins, ramming Tufex's horns into… nothing. Every attack he launched missed. The Kipzians didn't even try to attack him, that he'd noticed. They only ran, engaged no one. Taking out the limbs first.

General Zart's division filled the gaps in Larik's, thickening the wall against the Kipzians. They still managed to break through, sliding below attacks and jumping above, two rivers of bright red converging on a single point. Tufex stung out repeatedly, but every strike missed by less than an inch. These men rode closer to death than any enemy Larik had gone against, even closer than he would have ridden to the sting of a manticore.

The Kipzians avoided them all, but never struck. Not really. They scratched with horns and whipped out, striking with the sides of their tails, but did nothing to kill. Larik didn't understand until they'd pushed through half of the army. They'd opened a path to Bincha.. Why, he couldn't say, but they did. Amid the red of the Kipzians, his mount looked solid, steely gray. The long-haired rider Larik had locked eyes with rushed straight for Bincha, his mount throwing waves of sand back with every strike of paw to ground.

A sudden movement pulled Larik's attention away. On the smaller hill, the mage corps dropped their invisibility. He saw them raise something, some sort of gray stone, and start maneuvering it, but he didn't risk a real look. Instead, he forced Tufex forward, rushing in to help Bincha even though he knew he wouldn't arrive in time. Damn fool.

The rider he'd seen before locked his manticore's horns with Bincha's, lodged them together in an unbreakable hold. The two beasts warred, both pulling back, but the Kipzian won out. His manticore stood a bit shorter than Bincha's, but he swung and tossed his beast's head, keeping Bincha off balance. They inched ever-closer to the mouth of the tunnel.

"Move!" Larik hit Tufex's sides, harder than he needed to, probably. The roar, like the trumpets of the Gods, forced all the other manticores away, clearing a straight shot. He pushed as much speed as he could from Tufex. Wind slapped against his face.

General Zart chased after him, screaming, "Stop, Lieutenant! That's an order!"

"That's one of my men!" Horns first, he crashed into the two locked manticores, breaking the hold. The three of them tumbled into the cave. Larik wheeled around. "Bincha, go back!" He led Tufex lower to the ground, tightened his fingers over the reins. Bincha darted away, leaving Larik to face off with the Kipzian. The spines on Larik's boots brushed through Tufex's fur, ready to launch the beast into an attack.

Something up at the mage corps' hill caught his eye. Up there, a pillar of gray stone shined, casting multicolored rays of light from the top. Six of the mages moved the pillar, pointing the top straight at the cave. The rest of them stood behind it, the same light that came from the pillar emanating from their bodies, joinining it in one massive aura.

"Lieutenant Larik, get out of there now!" Zart waved a red flag at him. "They're going to blow the cave! It's the last one!"

The skin on the back of Larik's neck tightened. The hair on his arms prickled. "The last what?"

Zart spat out an obscenity. "Just get out of there!"

Get out. Larik rushed closer to the exit, but the Kipzian nobleman blocked his way, the body of his manticore a wall of red. Tufex rammed his horns forward, but the Kipzian jumped, lashing out with his manticore's tail. The side hit Tufex and knocked them both back.

Larik pushed Tufex forward again and shouted, "Stall them!" over his shoulder. The end of his sentence cut off in a rumble, and not one from a manticore. The cave shook. "Damn it!" The hardest kick he'd ever given Tufex. They rammed into the Kipzian's flank, but red sandstone already showered down. "Damn the Gods!" The rest of the cavalry disappeared as rock piled into the mouth of the cave. General Zart's words echoed in his mind. It's the last one!

He never got his question answered: what was this the last of?

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Manticores!

Darlings!

Sometime last year, I gave you a bit of a teaser. Well, the manticores will be released on Wednesday, and I want you to be there to see it. But, for now, you can see the cover, at least.


A tale of war and love, of sun and sand, of love and sex. It does a heart good.

Tata,
Raven

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Dearie Me

I've been a bad little blogging bunny, I have I have.

In my defense, I've been working on my first novella, Wild Ride. Edits are, however, proving... tricky. They're very intensive. That and my herb garden suffered through the heat after a week' worth of 100+ degree days. That had to be saved, I'm afraid.

But I am alive, and I feel like I owe you at least something of a teaser about Wild Ride. So I'll leave you with one word:

Manticores.

Ta ta, darlings,
Raven

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

New Release: Duetto Culmininate

Darlings!

My newest release, 'Duetto Culmininate,' is now available on Kindle! Huzzah!


La-Ii, the universe's most celebrated countertenor, has a reputation. And he won't deny it. After his latest show, he brings back a fan. The usual procedure. But there's something different this time, something scratching at the back of his mind.

After their night of passion, it strikes him: this man is Dravo Zimet, the famous basso profondo. And the only singer with the potential to steal La-Ii's audience members.

Will the festival end in bloodshed and rumors, or will their lust overcome all the obstacles?

You can buy it (or, if you're an Amazon Prime Member, borrow it) here.

Take care, my darlings, and enjoy!

Raven

Monday, September 10, 2012

News!

Darlings! Even though I'm fighting off some horrible illness or some such thing, I'm going to get back to writing. here's the current project list:

Christmas Erotic Shifter Story
Office Romance Quickie Story
Erotic Spa Story

All of those along with some more triads. Those I'll keep a secret...for now.

Now rejoice, darlings! The winter court is on it's way back in.

Raven

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

An Apology

I'm terrible at this whole new blogging thing. I apologize profusely for being absent so long.

But, huzzah! I'm back now, and full of vim and vigor and other such things. So, starting September, I'll be able to return to actively writing.

Until then, sleep well, my lovelies,
Raven