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Kindred

Kindred – Book 12 of the Samsara Chronicles

After Aislinn and Dylan witness Shakan’s confession regarding the abduction of the royals, he is sentenced to banishment in the Overlap.

Shakan’s sentencing to the Overlap for his betrayal of the royals and his collaboration with the Klatrians leads Aislinn and Dylan to finalize their plans to rescue her parents before the Fortieth Tribunal. In the meantime, the Klatrian resistance make their own plans in response to Aislinn and Dylan’s arrival.

Excerpt:

“Very well, Vark,” she said aloud. “My consort and I will deliver the skull. Indicate a rendezvous—upon our arrival you will release my parents and you will take us as hostages instead.”

Vark stared at Aislinn’s implacable expression. Normally he would not tolerate such insubordination from a woman, but Shakan’s betrayal had damaged his plans more than he dared admit. He needed the skull now, if not for the greater good of Klatria, then at the very least to ensure his own survival. His entourage was dwindling even faster than the general population. Despite the bravado he attempted to convey, he knew the demands on the elite to produce the ever-spiraling technology required not only to maintain their tenuous existence but to present an aggressive face to Nirvana, had exhausted them beyond their capabilities. Though the planet’s isolation gave them relative protection from the attention of other hostile races, it had also served to isolate them from any immediate source of assistance.

The thought broke off, confusing him. He shook his head against a brief sense of vertigo. Assistance? Why would he think of that? Conquest was his goal, not assistance. Yet somewhere in the depths of his rapidly fading memory emerged an image from a time when he lived in the light and the thought of such aggression was an alien one. He stared at his gloved hands as though seeing them for the first time. Suddenly he glimpsed a fleeting vision of…of some kind of instrument. But what was that glint of metal? Try as he might he could not put a name to the baffling object. Only the image of his ungloved, unmarred hands was clear, and the faint, taunting sound of music. Music? The concept seemed vaguely familiar, but he could not quite remember what it—

“Vark, is there a problem?”

Aislinn’s head cocked slightly at Janku’s question.

Janku’s sharply inquisitive voice banished Vark’s erratic thoughts. Suddenly aware of the Clan’s intense scrutiny, he uttered an impatient grunt and turned to Samara and Bonerus. Their calm demeanor rankled him, the clarity of their eyes indicating that the post-kansu effects had now completely worn off. Yet there was something else beneath their vaguely condescending gaze, a sense of mockery or veiled amusement. Though sorely tempted to strike them, to mark them in some way, he refrained. Without knowing the complete truth about their powers, he could not take the risk of incurring their anger. Later, once the princess was in his hands, he would find a way to dispose of them all.

“Your behavior from this point will determine the reception your daughter will receive,” he said, his voice lowered to a barely audible croak.” If there is even any hint of treachery, I will leave you in a golak cavern to be devoured and present your bones to her. Do you understand me?”

Nirvana

Nirvana – Book 8 of the Samsara Chronicles

Dylan, Aislinn and the chosen humans arrive on Nirvana but now the pair faces another alien threat, this time to their homeworld.

Aislinn and Dylan’s joyous homecoming to Nirvana is tempered by yet another crisis. Aliens, assisted by a traitorous member of Nirvanan security and a threat to the royal bloodline, have kidnapped Aislinn’s parents and hold them hostage on the dying world of Klatria. Aislinn and Dylan now face the task of rescuing them before they are killed.

EXCERPT:

Aislinn gasped as a sensation of coldness washed over her. At that moment, the woman doubled back and veered onto a path near the fountain. As if sensing Aislinn’s scrutiny, she suddenly paused and raised her eyes. Their glances locked, and a hostility beyond description emanated from the woman’s gaze. Bolting off at the sound of shouting, she somehow lost her footing and fell onto a sunny part of the path. Witnessing the spectacle below, Aislinn clasped the railing with white knuckles.

“There! On the path!” she cried out, the breeze carrying her voice downward to the guards, spurring them into action. Snared by the sunlight, the woman struggled to rise as though stunned. Her reactions were sluggish. She glared balefully and tried to bolt from the contingent of approaching guards, but stumbled again.

Dylan returned a moment later. “It’s okay. They won’t get away. The guards have been on alert since yesterday’s incident. These two have actually been spotted before, but managed to get away.”

Aislinn frowned at the woman’s increasing agitation. She stumbled with the uncoordinated movements of a drunkard.

“Dylan, look!”

A guard advanced on the disoriented woman while a second jumped her from behind and tackled her to the ground. The woman fought the men with unbelievable viciousness before her body abruptly slackened in their grip.

“Watch yourself!” Aislinn cried out to the guards, again sensing the woman’s malevolence.

Almost on cue, the woman exploded into a frenzied resistance. The second guard was caught by surprise and barely missed her flailing fists. It took both a supreme effort to subdue her. Aislinn watched in horror as the woman’s fury transformed into agony. Writhing in the sun, she began screaming and clawing at her face, the epidermis peeling off in shriveled, parchment-like strips. Even from a distance, Aislinn could see revulsion in the guards’ faces as the woman savagely gouged her flesh. Muddy fluid jetted from the wounds, and despite the intervention of a third guard, none could stop her self-mutilation.

Aislinn shook her head as if to banish the ugly scene. “Dear God, is this what we’re up against?”

 

Revelations

Revelations – Royal Vampries book 3 Excerpt

We had almost reached the bar when three men appeared out of nowhere and jumped in front of us. I grasped Katarina’s hand tighter and steered her around them, but they jumped to block us. I scented them now. Why I hadn’t scented them before, I don’t know, unless they were hiding inside the building we’d passed.

“Step aside!” I told them in a firm, loud voice. “We want no quarrel.”

“Oh, but we do,” the tallest one of the three said softly and bared his teeth. I saw the fangs and felt Katarina’s hand tremble.

“Vampires,” she whispered. “They’re real.”

“Our master wants to meet you,” the man said looking directly at me. “I suggest you and your bitch go with us quietly.”

“Be quiet,” I told Katarina when I saw her open her mouth to speak. I was afraid she’d use my real name and reveal my identity. That’s the last thing I needed right now. “Get out of our way and let us pass.”

They moved closer, so close I could almost smell their foul breath. Like hell I wanted to give Katarina a display of my powers right then and there, but if they persisted, I’d have no choice. The tall vampire nodded to the other two and they jumped at us. I grabbed Katarina and placed her behind me while I went into vamp mode. “Stay behind me,” I hissed at her. I’d never felt such fury before, not even when I had my other encounters. This time they threatened my love. And that made all the difference. I felt Katarina bury her face against my back, her hands grasping my jacket.

I watched them step back as they gazed into my eyes, fear now obvious on their faces. I had no idea what my face or eyes portrayed, but I had won momentum.

The tall vampire regained his composure and started toward me. “Don’t try it,” I said through tight lips. “You’ll regret it.”

“Who are you? One against three? You’re dreaming!” He lunged.

I was ready for his lunge. How I did it, I don’t know, but somehow, when I unclenched my fists and my palms faced upward, a blinding iridescent ball appeared between my hands. I hurled it at the man as if I were throwing a baseball. It struck him mid chest and he howled. An unearthly scream rent the air as it sent him flying back by a few hundred feet.

The other two vampires looked confused. They stared after their comrade, then at me and back at him again. “He’s a fucking sorcerer,” one of them said.

“Fucking idiot, how can he be? Only Mahaka is a sorcerer.”

“You saw what he did, and don’t be calling me fucking names.”

“It’s a fluke. We have to take them to Paul or we’ll be fucking toast.”

I felt Katarina behind me, her hands still clutching my jacket. “Joshua, be careful,” she whispered against my back. It was loud enough for me to hear, so the vampires probably heard it, too.

Oh my God. She’d said my name. I watched the expressions on the men’s faces and knew it was too late. The tall vampire arrived back on the scene. I had no choice or Paul would find out my secret identity. I didn’t need to muster up anger. I was already seething inwardly. I pointed my finger at them, one after the other. Within seconds they each turned into a flaming pillar and were gone instantly. A patch of fine white ashes remained on the sidewalk.

EOS

Wow, it’s the 30th already, where does time go? Here is an excerpt from book 1 in this series. The first book is basically like a prolog. It is the most romantic piece in the whole series and the most sensual, but integral to the story. The Samsara Chronicles really are not erotic. They’re futuristic, fantasy, science fiction with elements of romance.

Excerpt from Book 1 in the Samsara Chronicles

Seanna snuggled against the pillows and drifted off, the background sounds of Blake in the shower a receding whisper. She felt herself sinking into cotton wool silence, her head spinning beyond the effects of the single glass of Merlot she had at dinner. Embraced by a warm spectral breeze, her hair billowed in an auburn veil. Invisible hands gently directed her like a falling leaf into an aura of brilliant light tinged with ethereal hues of blush pink, rose and mauve. Seanna reached out in awe to embrace the shimmering sea of color. Silken to the touch, it caressed her bare skin. A sensation of bliss infused her.

She drifted onto a field of gossamer grass. Surrounded by a pastoral landscape, her gaze followed the undulation of verdant hills and riotously blooming meadows. Such was the intensity of colors and fragrances that she felt she could touch and even taste them. The peace and serenity of the wondrous landscape enveloped her with an infinite sense of well being. Snowy birds with cascading silver-specked tails soared in an endless azure sky.

“Where am I?” she whispered.

A breathy voice answered. Behold your destiny, my child.

A floral perfumed breath whispered against her ear. Seanna watched a swirling mist appear. Soft, tinkling music danced on the wings of the breeze. She discerned shapes, glass balls that resembled fragile soap bubbles like the ones she used to blow as a child, some large, some smaller. They pirouetted toward her in a graceful ballet. A vague figure formed in the center of the mist cloud. It waxed and waned, teasing her with fleeting glimpses of a body, a face, then quickly disappeared as though embraced by an evening fog.

Seanna tried to rise from the velvety grass but spectral arms guided her back. She lay on the pliant blades and felt a delicious languor overcome her. Rays of sunlight caressed her body, arousing her until every nerve on her body cried for release. Her flesh pimpled, her nipples hardened. Eagerly, she spread herself open to embrace the golden light. The spheres hovered around her and glided against her skin. Phantom hands raised her legs and played against her flesh like a master pianist.

About the Samsara Chronicles

I guess I’ll start by writing a bit about The Samsara Chronicles and how they started and why these stories are so special to us. They were actually two big books. Quite a few years ago I had a dream/vision. Yes, I am psychic, although I don’t practice as a psychic. At that time, I got up at 5.30 every morning. Since I worked from home, I’d have a break for an hour or so in the afternoon. I’d lie down on the couch and would just rest for a bit, meditate, think up new stories. One afternoon, I had a vision of clear orbs/spheres and a booming voice invited me to enter one. That was the first time and I didn’t quite know what it meant. I wrote it down in my notebook. Some years later, a voice spoke to me and basically outlined what was the beginning of these books. I was surprised because I wrote contemporary romance, a little paranormal, but not fantasy or science fiction.

I started writing and writing. Most afternoons my writer guide came to me and either presented me with visions or spoke to me. His name was David. I got to about 70,000 words when he told me to involve my friend, Diana Kemp. Diana was and is a science fiction and horror writer. I told Diana and she agreed to co author with me. We tackled the book from chapter one. Diana, too, began to have dreams and visions and between us, we created The Samsara Chronicles.

Both of us became very busy with various other projects and the series languished, gathered dust. I think my writer guide, David, got fed up with us. Until lately. I don’t know if it was him, but I was told that those stories needed to be published. I contacted Diana, who is now a successful screen writer and very much involved in the film industry, and she agreed. It was a shame to let all our work go to waste. We resurrected the books, edited and optimized them, and they will be published again this year as a series in e-book format. We’re excited, especially now that e-books have so taken off. We separated the books into the chronicles because they’re much easier to read than big books on various readers and phones. I will be posting an excerpt on a daily basis for the next fourteen days.