May 28, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun group on Facebook where authors share weekly snippets of their work.

This week’s snippet picks up where last week’s left off. It’s from my current WIP, a sci-fi paranormal novel. This scene takes place in a bath house of sorts.

“Two Mitallas,” Cheevy said, and Ezzy and Michael each took their drink.

“Cheevy,” Ezzy said after tasting his drink, “I was just telling Michael all about you.”

The ball rotated to the left, and Michael could see intelligence within the rectangular screen that ran across its—his–top.

“Michael?” Cheevy said. “So you are the new omega mate of Tribus Quinn?”

Michael nodded. The ball came closer and a slot opened on its side. A long appendage resembling a noodle-like arm with three fingers at the end slid out and ran along Michael’s bare thigh, making his skin tingle.

“Bah!” Ezzy yelled, and swatted at Cheevy, knocking him sideways in the air. “You’d better hope I don’t report this to Tribus Quinn, or your stage of repentance will become something much worse than serving drinks at the bath house!”

The ball shuddered at the threat before bouncing in the air, it’s screen turning toward Michael. “Many pardons, Omega Michael,” Cheevy said. “I did not mean to offend.”

“Like Tars, you didn’t!” Ezzy swatted at the thing again, and it took off, zipping through the foliage and out of sight.

“Those Borgol are asquer cabros, every last one of them.” Ezzy leaned over to cup water from the pool and splash it over Michael’s leg where the Borgol had touched him.

Michael didn’t know what the words meant, but he could imagine. “It’s okay. He only touched me with his finger.”

“That was his tongue.”

“Oh.” Michael cringed, beginning to understand what kinky things Cheevy might be capable of.

“Do you still feel it?” Ezzy asked, continuing to splash.

“A little.”

“The escor. I should really tell Quinn.”

“It’s okay now,” Michael said after a moment. “I can’t feel it anymore.”

Ezzy stopped. “You sure?” He watched Michael carefully.

“Yeah. Why did it tingle like that?”

Ezzy lay back and raised his arms, pillowing his head on his hands. “The Borgol’s tongues secrete a strong aphrodisiac. If I hadn’t been here, you would have been putty in his hands.”

May 21, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun Facebook group where authors share pieces of their work.

Today’s snippet is from my current WIP–a sci-fi/paranormal endeavor.

“Do you have an order?” the ball asked in a low, sultry, male voice.

“Mittalla leaf tea, please. For two.”

The ball whizzed off, and Michael stared after it.

“You’ll like it; it’s delicious. Also very good for nausea.”

“What was that thing?” Michael asked.

Ezzy laughed. “Don’t let him hear you refer to him as a ‘thing.’ He’s a Borgol.”

“He looks part machine.”

“The Borgol were once a race without bodies. Then around the time of the first galactic phase when it looked like war might come between the Excoosians and the Phragistees, the Borgol wanted to fight with the Phragistees, because, you know, nobody likes the Excoosians. So they set about having mechanical bodies made. Over eons, their mental and physical converged until they became what they are today.”

“Floating metal balls that serve werewolves drinks in bathhouses?” Michael asked, and Ezzy made a surprised sound that turned into stomach-clutching laughter. “Oh, honey, that’s rich.” Ezzy wiped his eyes. “No, not at all. See, Cheevy is doing a phase of repentance for a transgression. He got kinky with the mate of someone important on Daos 2, so he was sent here to work it off.”

Michael was busy trying to imagine what “kinky” act the flying metal ball could have committed when it returned with a tray in it’s extended, fleshy hands.

A Paul B Review: First Omega (River Wolf Pack #1) by Rebecca James

Thanks, scatteredthoughtsandrougewords, for the great review!

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars

First OmegaJosiah Kimbrel has always been fascinated with the werewolf tales that the uncle that raise him told as Josiah was growing up.  Uncle Horace had always promised Josiah a visit to werewolf territory when he was older but had died before he got the chance.  Now, as the first ambassador from the Human Werewolf Congress, Josiah is finally getting his chance.

River is the pack alpha of the River wolf pack.  While not totally trusting humans, he believes that communication with them is necessary in order to prevent a war among the species.  Somewhat reluctantly, River agrees to accept a human into his territory in order to foster this communication.

As Josiah is beginning to gather information he feels he needs to take back to the Congress, he notices a secretion that is coming out of his ass.  Annoyed…

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May 15, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun group on Facebook where authors can share their work.

Today’s snippet is from the WIP of the third book in my River Wolf Pack series. This is unedited. Jax is human and David is an alpha werewolf.

“You okay?” he asked David after a moment. They lay side-by-side, Jax on his back and David still on his stomach, face turned away.

“I’m fine,” David said quietly.

Jax stared out the window for several moments. “If it makes you feel this bad, don’t ask for it.”

David rolled over. “You think it’s that easy? Just a matter of choosing?”

“Isn’t it?” Jax raised an eyebrow.

“Fuck, no, it isn’t. Ever since I bottomed for you the first time, I want it now. But it makes me feel…”

“Less of a man?”

“Less of an alpha. I know you don’t really know what that means, but that doesn’t make it any less important.” David’s eyes were accusing.

“Hey, I do my best to understand, but I’m at a loss here. What am I supposed to do when, after a bout of mind-blowing sex, the man I love acts like it degraded him? I’ve read all the books on werewolves I could find, but none of them deal with this issue.”

David sat up, cock now limp between his legs. “That’s because it isn’t an issue. Alpha werewolves don’t bottom. So what does that say about me? And I don’t feel degraded. I just…gods, I don’t know. It’s really hard to explain.”

May 7, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun Facebook group where authors share their work.

Another alpha moment, but this time from my WIP Third Mate, third in my River Wolf Pack series. This takes place at a pack meeting where pack members are voicing their concerns about River’s leadership and events that have taken place in the pack.  This is unedited.

 

Before Griffin could speak again, Stone interrupted. “Which wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t mated with the half-human, which you did without consulting the pack.”

“Josiah is a werewolf,” River said. “And I do not need to consult my pack before mating.”

Half-werewolf,” Stone corrected. “Unlike someone who willingly takes the bite and transforms, your mate will always be part human. Which is why he spawned twin abominations–”

In two steps, River crossed the room and had Stone’s neck between his hands, thumbs cutting off the alpha’s air flow. “Don’t you ever,” River breathed heavily into Stone’s purpling face, “ever speak of my mate or children in that manner again. Am I clear?”

Stone’s dark eyes bulged and his mouth gaped. Leo stood, along with the other alphas in the room. As pack alpha, River had the right to kill Stone for such an insult, and Leo found himself almost hoping River would.