Merry Christmas everyone

Hi everyone,
I’ve been missing in action for awhile – let me tell you, the real world has seriously interrupted my fantasy life! I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things in 2012 and here is a little unedited taste:

Club C
By
Mikala Ash

This was definitely not my type of place.
A densely packed audience in various stages of undress stood watching couples athletically copulating on elevated stages. The performers were illuminated by strobe lighting and accompanied by loud thumping music. The air reeked of sweat and sex.
I hesitated at the door of ‘Club C’ to calm my nerves and reinforce my resolve. I had to go in. I had no choice; however that reality didn’t comfort me at all. I gritted my teeth with determination.
Something growled behind me and I stepped aside. I glanced over my shoulder. A bosomy blonde in spandex bikini sans top gave me a gap toothed smile. It had been the mandog on the leash which had growled at me. I looked down at him. Though still in human form he was muzzled. Apart from that and the studded collar he was completely naked. I couldn’t help but register he had not an ounce of fat, he was all straining muscle and anger.
“Sorry, he’s a real bitch just before he,” she patted his head, “… you know.”
He looked up me with big brown eyes. “It’s ok,” I murmured, feeling sorry for his plight.
She flicked me a curious glance and I felt a wave of glamour sweep over me. With that moment of compassion, as slight as it was, I’d given away my nature. “You don’t belong here,” she said, letting her gaze travel from head to feet, pausing at my throat.
A shaft of cold fear lanced through my belly.
She ran her tongue along her lower lip, her ebony eyes fixed on mine. “You’re cute and not without courage. That’s an attractive combination. If you need to, find me, ask for Sylvia.”
“Thanks. Maybe you can help me? I’m looking for Alex, Alex Ross.”
“I don’t know that name.”
It had been a long shot anyway. I tried again, “what about Dimitri?”
Her expression hardened. “Maybe you’re not brave at all, just stupid. I’ve changed my mind. Don’t bother to seek me out at all.”
She yanked on the leash and shouldered past me. The mandog growled and shot me a glance as he was dragged away. Not unexpectedly, that look told me it was I who was the one being pitied.
©2011 Mikala Ash

cheers everyone, have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Mikala

Private Eyes Coming soon from Changeling Press

Private Eyes, my new erotic paranormal adventure is coming soon to Changeling Press.

Here is an unedited taste:

Private Eyes

By

Mikala Ash

Prologue

In her superb nakedness the young woman’s aura is slate gray with pale shades of pastel flowing like watercolor in the rain. She’s not evil by any means; a tad narcissistic perhaps like many just out of their teens, and occasionally petulant, though not obscenely so. She’s neither wholly good nor completely bad, but like the rest of us, simply hovering in-between. A desolate childhood has left her unsure of herself and her sensuous smile, as provocative as it is, betrays her vulnerability. She needs be loved, to have the frigid emptiness in her center thawed and filled. She needs to feel complete.

Of the tall man that stands before her, she doesn’t see the blackness of his heart or the writhing tentacles of malignancy that swirl frenetically about him like tattered pendants caught in a raging storm. She has no way of comprehending the danger she is in. All she knows is this gorgeous man wants her and, as often in life, that selfish desire to be wanted overcomes all.
As wonderfully naked as the young woman, like a magnificent predator closing on its pray, the man glides purposefully towards her. He takes her hand and draws her to him, enveloping her in strong, possessive arms. She responds eagerly and the pulsing, pale azure of her desire is absorbed in the sable darkness of his rippling mantle.

She raises her face to him, her bright blue eyes glistening with guileless expectation. As his lips claim her, she flings her arms about his neck and surrenders all reason to all consuming passion.
With her breasts crushed against his chest, her open mouth works hungrily against his lips and their tongues join in a wanton and lusty embrace. Methodically, his strong, hard hands caress her flanks from beside the fullness of her breasts to the pert curve of her hips.

Gripping her narrow waist he effortlessly hoists her upwards. Instinctively she opens her thighs and he lowers her onto his huge and aggressively erect phallus. She clings to him like a storm tossed sailor atop a swaying masthead and, to make their joining complete, she locks her ankles behind his back.

She moans into his mouth in surprise at the size of him and the pleasure it gives her to have her inner flesh so stretched and full. He drags her hips downward until their loins are joined and using his tight grip upon her waist to move her, he takes her with ferocious energy.

She cries into his mouth, with sensual pain at first and then, as waves of pleasure cascade through her trembling flesh, her cries turn to sighs of ecstasy.

Within her, his organ swells and with mighty pulses fills her with his dark essence. Her own climax comes upon her suddenly as if it was a hidden volcano long constrained by the unsuspecting earth, held at bay until the hot forces beneath became uncontainable and, with the explosive energy of Krakatau, erupts. A deep and urgent moan escapes her throat at the unknowable pleasure of it, but her cries are muffled by his all consuming mouth.

Lathered in sweat they collapse onto her bed, the slate and the pitch, entwined. She kisses his mouth. “I love you,” she whispers. “I’ve always loved you. From the first moment I saw you.”

He doesn’t answer and she lays her head on his chest and falls asleep, content, for now the void within is warm and full.

Silent, he lies beside her like a frozen shadow, awake and brooding, his ebony eyes staring at the ceiling and seeing who knows what.


Enjoy!


cheers from down under

Mikala Ash“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)
“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press
“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)http://mikalaash.blogspot.com

Breaking news #3 from Spaceport Adana

Breaking News!
Surprising leak from Adana Port Authority Water Board
Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s newest reporter, Zoe Barberossa.

Viewers, I’m speaking with Letitia Salatious, Operations Manager of the Port Authority Water Board, regarding today’s tsunami producing attack on her character.
As viewers are aware, whilst Adana is a closed loop environment and water recycling is very efficient, its growing population requires constant injections of new water. The most efficient way of doing this is to divert ice laden comets to close orbits to allow cost effective harvesting. This is where the comet wrangler Captain Ice comes in. The timing of the leak is interesting as Captain Ice is in orbit around Spaceport Adana as I speak.
“Letitia, thank you for agreeing to see me. Is it true that you sell your favors for water?”
“No it is not.”
“The leaks from inside your department suggest, do they not, a sexual relationship between you and a comet wrangler known as Captain Ice for which you receive water at a premium price?”
“They may suggest that but it is not true.”
“What part of … and I quote … “she fucks this guy every year when she negotiates the water contract…” unquote, is not true?”
“My personal life has no bearing on my duties as Ops Manager.”
“So, you do not deny the sexual relationship?”
“It has no bearing on how I conduct my duties.”
“There is a suggestion of conflict of interest, is there not?”
“On who’s part?”
“Your opponents are suggesting that they can no longer trust you as your negotiations are neither transparent nor accountable.”
“If they can point to any irregularities then I’d be happy to entertain their conjectures. It is a fact that the cost per cubic meter of comet ice we pay Captain Ice is comparable to the galactic rate, in fact, a little less, last time I looked.”
“Five percent less. I checked ten minutes ago.”
“Then the charge of impropriety is academic.”
“Would it be true to say that Spaceport Adana benefits from your relationship with Captain Ice?”
“It would be truer to say that Spaceport Adana benefits from my tough negotiating style.”
“Will you be resigning from office as a result of this attack on your propriety?”
“Certainly not. Now, if you excuse me, I have to negotiate and secure Adana’s water supply for the next twelve months.”
“Thank you Letitia.”
“My pleasure, Zoe.”
There you have it. Spaceport Adana’s tough negotiator surfs the wave of condemnation for her effective negotiating strategy with no sign of drowning. Viewers will realize that water, in a closed loop environment such as ours, is a costly necessity. My calculations show that if Spaceport Adana paid the going rate for water as other spaceports do, then our monthly water bill will increase by five percent. You decide if Letitia Salatious should resign, or continue warming Captain Ice so our monthly utility bills remain at a galactic low. Contact the Port Authority and voice your views.
This is Zoe Barberossa, signing off from the Adana Observer.
The Adana Observer, for all your news.
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More about the enigmatic Captain Ice and Letitia Salatious can be found in a free encounter story within The Cheeky Changeling at :
http://www.changelingpress.com/ezine/Encounters/Encounter37_MA_Iceman/Encounter_MA_Spaceport-Iceman.pdf
And don’t forget all of Holly and Peri Barberossa’s Spaceport erotic adventures can be found at:
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=83

Enjoy

Mikala Ash
Trash & Treasure, Forget me Not, The Cannis Affair, The Adana Affair, The Supernova Affair and coming soon from Changeling Press: The Erogenous Affair.
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=83

Breaking news #2 from Spaceport Adana

Breaking News!
An exclusive follow up of the tragic death of Nova Meridian
Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s newest reporter, Zoe Barberossa.

Viewers I’m speaking with San Yung, a participant in the investigation that has become known as the Adana Affair. As the suspect …. we’ll call her Morte to disguise her real name … is still in custody awaiting trial we cannot go into details of the charges against her as it may jeopardize the case so some audio has been deleted on legal advice for which we apologize.
“San, thank you for speaking with me.”
“My pleasure, Zoe. I watch the Adana Observer all the time.”
“You were instrumental, I believe, in the investigation that led to the arrest of the suspected murderer we’ll call Morte?”
“Well, I helped a little, I guess.”
“Can you describe what happened?”
“Well, when Nova was murdered … I worked the room next to hers.”
“You were a pleasure worker with Nova at the bordello known as Homage to Priapis?”
“Yes, that’s right. I’ve gone freelance since.”
“I see. What did you do after Nova was murdered?”
“I saw Fyche Barberossa’s report on the Adana Observer, and I didn’t feel safe.”
“Why didn’t you go to the authorities? Why didn’t you go to Port Security?”
“Well, there’s no protection there, is there? I mean, they’re pretty useless if you ask me. Especially for someone like me, a pleasure worker. They don’t care about us at all. We’re just dirt to them. That’s the way they treat us … except when they want some pleasure for themselves, then they are all over us like a Thebian rash. Notice it wasn’t Port Security that solved the case, it was Fyche and Peri Barberossa. Bloody useless are Port Security.”
“Why a reporter? Why Fyche Barberossa?”
“He just looked like someone you can trust and I went to him because he said in his report that he thought Nova was murdered on …
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and not by a …
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because the Priapis electronic security was …
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Port security just thought it was a…
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… that did what he did to poor Nova. Shows you what good they are. Fyche thought different and I … I don’t know, he looked … he was so kind and he said he’d protect me.”
“What happened next?”
“Well I took him back to Priapis and introduced him to …um … Morte.”
“Why?”
“He was looking for this guy called Jyker, showed me a picture, and I recognized him. He …
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….me to …
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>>> in a bondage threesome we were having when I was working on …
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… He liked …
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… with a cane and because … Morte … specializes in Femdom, that’s female domination, I figured she’d know where Fyche could find him.”
“Why was Fyche looking for this Jyker fellow?”
“He said he was working on another story besides what happened to Nova.”
“What happened next?”
“She told him about the BDSM parlor, $Your Pain is Our Pleasure$, on level seven. It’s the largest and most famous in Adana. Fyche went there … um … later.”
“I see. Go on.”
“He found ……
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… there and then
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… turned up and…”
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“… Peri Barberossa helped. It was lucky they weren’t all…”
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“Do you have any idea who this Jyker character is?”
“Fyche never told me.”
“You are a witness for the prosecution, I believe.”
“They told me not to leave Spaceport Adana until after the trial. They recorded my sworn testimony already, under hypnosis as they do, with the defense lawyer cross examining me … so there’s no point in anyone murdering me before the trial. That’s why I agreed to talk to you. But they still require me to be here, don’t know why. I had a job lined up on Lisper Minor, but had to let that go. They don’t care. They wouldn’t compensate me for loss of earnings, either. Bastards. Though I’m glad, in a way. Because I’d like to run into Fyche again and help him, like I did before …um … with … um … his inquiries.”
“Thank you San, I appreciate your time.”
“My pleasure, Zoe.”
This is Zoe Barberossa, signing off from the Adana Observer.
The Adana Observer, for all your news.
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Peri and Holly’s adventures can be found at Changeling press:
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=83
here’s a taste…
The Adana Affair outline:
Breaking News: Who killed Nova Meridian?
The savage murder of a pleasure worker rocks the corridors of Spaceport Adana.
Peri Barbarossa and Fyche, her faithful AI, answer a call from her sister Holly to get to Adana post haste! When they arrive, they find Holly gone and a case of mistaken identity allows Peri to make a big impression on the enigmatic private eye, Silas Archimedes, who finds that Holly’s sister is even more trouble than the ace reporter herself.
While Fyche discovers the joy of human sex, Holly’s old nemesis, Mischa, reaches out with her long and vicious right arm.
Stay tuned for further carnal developments in The Adana Affair, a Peri Barbarossa Spaceport adventure.


Erotic excerpt from The Adana Affair…

Prologue

I hate saying goodbye, especially to an artful lover.
All good things must come to an end, they say, but never before a farewell fuck!
Laz, my Cannis Confederacy warrior turned diplomat, a man whom I’d saved from certain death, had always been destined to leave me for a greater duty.
“I must,” he said that last morning. “My honor leaves me no other choice.”
“I know, darling,” I whispered, my eyes wet, my lips quivering. I don’t think I’d ever experienced so much happiness in my life than during the last few weeks. Perhaps it was because I knew it must end that I was able to abandon myself to the bliss of total surrender. To be able, for the first time, to fully submerge myself in another person without fear, because I knew, without doubt, it would end.
For all of that, the ending was painful beyond my experience.
We were aboard my ship, the Jalapeño, in orbit around the galactic capital, the center of the Alliance, or Empire, or whatever you wanted to call the regime. It was a sparkling icon of civilization and a more deadly nest of vipers could not be imagined. I was glad to be leaving it, though I was apprehensive for Laz. He was still a naïve warrior from the sticks and would be easy prey to the sophisticates of the planet-wide city. I’d tried to educate him in the ways of “civilized” people, but it was a hopeless task. He was a country boy at heart. That was his charm, I guess.
“You’ll be beating women, $and men$, off with a stick,” I warned him. “Just be careful who you take into your bed. Be suspicious of their motives. Protect yourself.”
He had smiled at me indulgently, confident in his ignorance, and I knew he’d have to learn for himself, as I had done when I had first ventured out alone.
The time had come. His bags were packed.
It was still early, and he was still naked in all his gorgeous manliness. He gazed at me with his deep brown eyes, their inner light pulsing with lust, his craggily sculpted face holding an expression caught between sadness and desire. I reached out and touched his shoulder and caressed the deep gold of his tan.
“Come back to bed,” I whispered, and pulled him down onto the pale lilac of my Nell Pozniac sheets. He lowered his muscular body, the result of a hard upbringing, down onto me, enveloping me with his warm masculinity.
His lips claimed mine with unexpected ferocity, and I responded with despair fueled passion. We clung to each other as we fell into a deep abyss of sensuality. In synchrony with our wrestling tongues, our hands explored every millimeter of each other’s bodies, knowing this will be the last time we would ever love.
Leaving my numb lips, Laz allowed his tongue to find my throat, the cleavage between my breasts and the aching nipples at their points. I tugged at his hips to swing his body around so I could take his stiff cock into my mouth. He straddled my face and then applied his mouth to the sultry juncture of my thighs. My pussy was wet and open, and his tongue circled my clit with broad forceful sweeps.
I raised my pelvis to thrust my sex against his lips. He responded by …..


Enjoy

Mikala Ash
The Cannis Affair, The Adana Affair, The Supernova Affair and coming soon from Changeling Press: The Erogenous Affair.
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=83

Breaking news from Spaceport Adana

Breaking News!
Direct from the flight deck of the Olympus.
Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s newest reporter, Zoe Barberossa.

This is Zoe Barberossa standing in for Holly and reporting the news for the Adana Observer. As you can see viewers, I’m on the flight deck of the Navy’s Ninth Fleet Flagship, the Olympus. We’ve all been absolutely thrilled by the daring display of astrobatics by the navy’s famous Flyboys put on for the Navy Day celebrations. The Fylboys have just returned to the hanger and I’ve been given permission by the Admiral to speak to one of his top fighter pilots.
“Hi there, Lieutenant Kelso, I’m Zoe Barberossa from the Adana Observer.”
“Pleasure to meet you ma’am, but you can call me Kel.”
“Where do you hail from, Kel?”
“Scalion, ma’am. It’s a small agricultural planet on the periphery. It’s a pretty planet and worth a visit.”
“Are there many Scalion navy pilots?”
“No, ma’am. I’m the only one.”
“Those astrobatics you and your comrades just performed, are they as dangerous as they look?”
“Only if you don’t do them properly, Ma’am. They are combat maneuvers, so we know them pretty well.”
“Speaking of combat, have you seen any?”
“Plenty ma’am. My flight alone has had twenty three successful engagements this last six months.”
“An impressive record. When you say successful, what do you mean?”
“Detaining pirates, smugglers and slavers, ma’am.”
“Do they resist being detained?”
“Rarely, ma’am. The ones that fight back don’t survive. Word gets around.”
“Despite your obvious success, the navy has come into a bit of criticism recently for the rising piracy rate. What’s happening out there?”
“It’s a big galaxy, ma’am. We can’t be everywhere and when we do arrive on the scene, the bad guys leave PDQ, but we catch enough to make a difference. So much they are getting desperate and have shifted their operations away from the major trade routes. We’ll get ‘em all eventually.”
“Here’s hoping you do. Do you have any words of advice for aspiring pilots out there watching who might want a career in the navy?”
“If I may ma’am, you said your name was Zoe Barberossa?”
“That’s right.”
“I wonder if you know Peri Barberossa.”
“I do.”
“Could you pass a message of gratitude for me to Peri?”
“I will certainly.”
“She gave me some very good advice, ma’am. She told me that to be a success you have to be true to yourself, that to change just so you can be one of the crowd is the road to mediocrity. To excel is to be different. To anyone wanting to be a pilot, or anything of importance out there, I’d say take Peri’s advice, like I did.”
“I’ll pass that on, Kel.”
“I see the Admiral wants me, so I must go.”
“Thank you for your time, Kel.”
“My pleasure, ma’am.”
“As you can see, viewers, not only are the recruiting posters true, pilots are really hunks, but their ranks are open to anyone of ability, regardless of their social background or planet of origin and if I was a pirate or slaver, I’d be pretty worried that people of Kel’s caliber are on my tail. That’s all from the flight deck of the Olympus on Navy Day. This is Zoe Barberossa signing off for the Adana Observer.”
The Adana Observer, for all your news.
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Coming soon! The fourth Peri Barberossa erotic Spaceport adventure!
Available soon at Changeling Press:
http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=83

Out Now Unquestioned Obedience

My new BDSM novel, Unquestioned Obedience, is out now from Pink Flamingo Press.

www.pinkflamingo.com/EroticNovels/book


Enjoy!

Mikala

Mikala has a newsletter

I’d like to announce the launch of my very own newsletter in which you’ll find sexy excerpts, free short stories, competitions and, by popular demand, Breaking News stories from Holly Barberossa, the award winning reporter, who’ll be giving us some interesting tidbits about life on Spaceport Adana whenever the temporal downlink is functioning.

You’re welcome to join at:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mikalasmissives/

Oh, stay tuned for details of a super members only competition to kick off Mikala’s Missives with a bang.

Enjoy!
cheers from down underMikala AshSpaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure out now from Changeling Press“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)http://mikalaash.blogspot.com
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Midnight Fantasies Out Now in Print!

Midnight Fantasies from Whispers OUT NOW! … In PRINT!

Join me, Mikala Ash and Amanda Carell, Yolanda Sfetsos and Maggie Wylder for romantic adventure in the most exotic (and erotic) places on Earth!

In the deepest oceans, the driest deserts and from ancient ruins and modern cities, passions are mimicked and desire burns, destiny awaits and thirsts are quenched.

Amanda Carrel: The Way to Olympia
Yolanda Sfetsos: Selkie Skin
Maggie Wylder: Transcended
Mikala Ash: Deep Encounter

The Midnight Fantasies anthology hit the stands on May 23rd and is available from
Whispers;
http://www.whispershome.com/coming_soon.html



Deep Encounter won the Wonders of the World contest for 2008.
Here is an excerpt;

Deep Encounter is out now and can be found at Whispers Press:http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/deep_encounter.htmlThe story:A kilometer beneath the surface, in the cold, dark ocean depths, world renowned exo-biologist Samantha Price and ex-lover Mike Leigh, pilot of a deep-sea submersible, come face to face with the Mimetai, a creature that knows nothing of humanity.Hurled to the sea bottom, their submersible incapacitated by the Mimetai and with air running out, Samantha and Mike rekindle their love and by doing so, give themselves an unexpected chance at happiness and maybe even survival.ExcerptWe fell for an hour before either of us spoke, to each other, that is.Mike, of course, was in constant contact with our controllers a thousand meters or so topside, speaking in the unintelligible techno-speak that pilots and astronauts adore.Sitting beside him in the co-pilot’s seat, I was trying to figure out why the hell I was there.“Well, is it a spaceship?” I asked eventually.“What?”“Is that why I’m here?”He looked at me with that cute, puzzled hound dog expression I used to adore. Still do, truth be told.I turned away to gaze out my port at the darkness through which we were plummeting. The black scene was lit by countless flashes of bio-luminescence from tiny, and not so tiny, undersea creatures hunting and being hunted in the dark killing field of the deep Pacific Ocean.“A movie from last century,” I explained. “A spaceship is found at the bottom of the sea, the military calls in the scientists to study it. It turns out disastrously, of course, but that’s Hollywood for you.”“What are you talking about?”I was babbling. I blamed it on jet lag, not having breakfast and on the pheromones Mike was pumping into the confined atmosphere of the submersible.When I’d first seen him leaning against the bright yellow sub, my heart had leapt into my throat. It hadn’t occurred to me he’d be there. I’d thought he was still in Antarctica exploring underneath what was left of the polar ice shelf.“No spaceship,” he said.“Then why am I here?”“I asked for you especially.”It was just as I’d thought. “Listen, Mike—”He held up his hand. “Sssh. It’s not what you think.”I glared at him. “And what do I think?”“That I’m rekindling an old flame.”“Don’t flatter yourself.” The edge in my voice was colder than the sea water outside. I hadn’t meant to sound like that and instantly regretted it. He grinned and, damn-it-all, a little flutter started somewhere just below my breastbone and skittered its way through my belly and collided with the juncture of my thighs.“You’re here because you, My Love, are the world’s top exo-biologist.”“Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere.”“I wouldn’t dream of hitting on a married woman.”The little gasp I gave at that point was because in six, or was it seven hours from now, I wouldn’t be married any longer. I checked my watch; a novelty cartoon watch Mike had bought me many years ago to celebrate our first month anniversary. For some reason I’d never gotten around to throwing it away. The second hand no longer moved, but the others did just fine.To be exact, I had six and a half hours of married life yet to endure. Rico, my soon to be ex-husband, had promised to deliver the duly signed paperwork to my lawyers. I’d phoned him after threatening to do bodily harm to the Naval officers who’d been hustling me out of the Capital Building. Nothing was going to stop me from getting divorced, not even being kidnapped by the military. I was sure Rico would deliver the papers early, so eager he was to be shed of me.I glanced at Mike. He was busy with the controls, testing the manipulators that stretched out in front of our sub like thin skeletal arms; with elbows, hands and two clasping metallic fingers.Mike couldn’t know about my impending divorce, I was sure. His reference to marriage had just been a throwaway line...Enjoy!cheers from down underMikala AshSpaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure out now from Changeling Press“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press“Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!” (5 Angels from Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews)“Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal.” Rachelle, Fallen Angel Reviews about Slave To Lust from Changeling Press“For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.” (4 Angels from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews)“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)http://mikalaash.blogspot.com

The Romanace Studio gives Political Expediency 5 hearts!

The wonderful Dee Daily from the Romanace Studio gives Political Expediency 5 hearts!!!

Political ExpediencyMikala AshParanormal erotic romanceAvailable from Changeling PressISBN: 978-1-59596-992-7April 2008

For decades the Wolfen Council has been trying to set up a coup that will give them control of the world.

The election of Serena as Prime Minister threatens to thwart their plans.

Ms. Ash gives us an interesting story of political intrigue. She takes a lot of the hot topics of today such as global warming, nuclear power and political coups and gives it to the vampires and werewolves to deal with. Ah, if only we could do that!! But, this is fiction and darned good fiction.

Sometimes Ms. Ash just lets the sex pheromones help determine how history will be shaped!

Serena, Jack, Kelvin, Catriona are all such well done characters that it doesn’t seem too hard to believe Serena and Catriona could help to bring down the evil forces. Kelvin is well done as a globe trotting peacemaker who indulges in a lot of introspection about his relationships when he isn’t having hot sex with someone or several someones. Jack takes his job as spouse of the PM seriously and helps her cope in interesting ways.

I think this novel does a great job of telling a story that can either just be an escape from reality or tongue in cheek bit of reality about the world around us!

Overall rating: Sensuality rating: Explicit
Reviewer: Dee DaileyMay 8, 2008