Mikala's Missives

A modest manifest of missives to keep readers up to date on works in progress, coming soon releases and where to get my books as well as some free stories when I get time to post them.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

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

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