Mikala's Missives

Merry Christmas everyone

2011-12-18T20:31:00.001-08:00

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

2010-04-19T04:56:00.000-07:00

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

2010-01-25T23:47:00.000-08:00

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.
Paid Advertisement:
The Dripper, the most effective personal water recycler in existence. Suck water right out of the air, out of your clothes, even out of your wc. Anywhere water is, the Dripper can suck it out. Warning: attaching the Dripper to an unsuspecting passerby is an offence under the Adana criminal code. The Dripper; buy one, get one free from Adana Imports, level 12. Free delivery. Intranet: ai 4810638

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

2010-01-25T23:46:00.002-08:00

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 …
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
and not by a …
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
because the Priapis electronic security was …
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
Port security just thought it was a…
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
… 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 …
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
….me to …
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
>>> in a bondage threesome we were having when I was working on …
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
… He liked …
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
… 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 ……
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
… there and then
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
… turned up and…”
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
“… Peri Barberossa helped. It was lucky they weren’t all…”
AUDIO DELETED ON LEGAL ADVICE
“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.
Paid Advertisement:
San Yung, freelance pleasure worker, reg #: 45929118 now on Level 7, catering for all your personal needs from vanilla to BDSM, sub & dom, human and non, whatever your pleasure let me entertain you. By appointment only: Intranet: sy 2369361
Paid advertisement
Nihilist writer: human, male, non smoker, GSOH looking for similar female with a view to an essentially meaningless relationship: Intranet nw 3478130

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

2010-01-25T23:46:00.001-08:00

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.
Paid Advertisement:
For the best bar & grill this side of the Haze, go to the Haze Bar & Grill, Level 3, Eastside. Intranet: th 8639260

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

2009-08-06T03:57:00.000-07:00

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

www.pinkflamingo.com/EroticNovels/book

Enjoy!

Mikala

Mikala has a newsletter

2008-07-29T03:05:00.001-07:00

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

Midnight Fantasies Out Now in Print!

2008-06-22T02:08:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-05-28T03:00:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-15T15:09:00.000-07:00

The climax of my Lupus Populus series is out now from Changeling press and can be found at:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=845

Story Summary:

In a landslide election, engineered by political mover and shaker Catriona Molyneux, Serena Plim becomes Australia's first female Prime Minister. Of course, the electorate doesn't know she's a werewolf.
The rise to power has not been without cost and Serena has sacrificed much. Her glorious ménage with Jack Wolfe and Kelvin Waters is broken.
Apart from keeping a thriving democracy going and battling global warming, she has to contend with the Wolfen Council, whose agenda is far more dangerous than rising sea levels and a climate gone mad.
The nefarious Wolfen Council doesn't appreciate her disruption of their plan to subjugate humanity, and they mean business, deadly business. Events are boiling over, and in a bold political move with the fate of humanity at stake, Kelvin Waters acts as an envoy and approaches the arch enemy of the wolfen; the vampires.
Will the vampires help Serena in her war with the Wolfen Council? Will the sultry Catriona Molyneux finally ensnare Kelvin’s affections or will he fall for the vampire seductress Commander Ling?

Excerpt:

Political ExpediencyMikala Ash
All rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Mikala Ash
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Catriona pushed past the media scrum and entered the hotel’s foyer as if she owned the place. Five minutes later she was in her penthouse apartment. Maia, her personal assistant, who had gone on ahead, met her at the door with a martini.
“Thank goodness,” she said, taking a sip and leaning back against the closed door. “I needed that.”
“He’s here.”
Catriona took a deep breath. “This should be interesting.” She took another sip and handed the glass back to Maia. “See we are not disturbed.”
Maia, a slightly built Thai werewolf Catriona had turned on her last trip to Phuket, nodded and glided back to the kitchen.
“Kelvin,” Catriona said as she swept into the living room. “How are things with the Council?”
The hunk sitting on the couch didn’t rise. Kelvin Waters, the former Deputy Prime Minister, was a very beautiful man. He was athletic and strong, not only in body but in mind as well. She’d earmarked him to be where Serena was now, holding the reins of power, and except for a domestic scandal beyond her control, she would have succeeded. She sighed at the remembered disappointment. Instead Kelvin had fallen and a weird chain of circumstances had thrown Serena into the arms of Jack Wolf. Kelvin, who’d always loved his press secretary, yet never touched her, took his new freedom seriously and had become the third apex of a very hot triangle.
Catriona broke up that sultry little arrangement in order to survive and bring the Wolfen Council to heel. Kelvin had not yet forgiven her for doing it. Not that she blamed him too much. Both Serena and Jack were desirable wolfen. She’d been attracted to both, still was, in fact, but one had to have one’s priorities straight and exercise some discipline.
Kelvin’s disdain was tangible in the set of his strong jaw and steady gaze. Her heart caught suddenly in her chest. Did his eyes pause for a moment on her cleavage? Could he be warming to her? Was it possible? She sniffed the air discreetly. Yes! The scent of arousal was in the air. A frisson of excitement pulsed through her belly and she was delightfully aware of her hardening nipples.
“You’ll need a better bodyguard than that little girl you brought back from Thailand,” he said. His voice was gruff and edged with something she couldn’t quite place. Not desire but something encouraging.
“She’ll surprise any assassin, let me tell you.”
She bent at the waist to kiss him on the cheek. He hardly flinched, which was better than last time they met, and her heart gave another hopeful flutter. She lowered herself into a lounge chair opposite him and crossed her legs, allowing him an encouraging view of her tanned thighs bared by the slit in the skirt. She leaned forward, exposing her cleavage, and considered him closely. “How did the Council take the election result?”
“They’ve finally gotten over their apoplexy and are now planning your early demise.”
She was surprised. “They’re openly talking of killing me?”
“It’s a done deal.” His neutral expression chilled her deep in her chest. “If I were you, I’d resign from public life, find an island somewhere with friends who will protect me, and lay low for maybe a century.”
“I think,” she said slowly, putting a long manicured finger to her glossy lower lip and keeping her gaze fixed on his stony face, “you actually are concerned for me.”
“Don’t misread my warning as concern. Your death, though no great loss to the world, would only embolden the Council and put Serena in more danger.”
Bloody Serena! She calmed herself. Catriona had been pleased with the way she’d engineered the political deaths of a dozen wolfen candidates on both sides of the political fence, with Kelvin’s assistance, by the strategic leakage of embarrassing material to selected journalists. She’d successfully put an end to the Wolfen Council’s plan to take over the Australian government and had placed a person of her choosing into the political hot seat.
“Apart from planning my murder, what else are they doing to deal with the loss of their political power?”
“It’s put their plans for this country back three years. Short of turning members of parliament into werewolves during the term, they are back to square one.”
“I bet that put a few noses out of joint. How’s the international scene?”
“Nothing has changed.”
“Then that is where we need to act next.”
“I’m heading to Beijing tomorrow to meet with our contact in their nocturnal intelligence agency.”
“Oh goody, I’ll come with you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I think it best if I was on the move.”
“Then move in the opposite direction to me.”
She smiled seductively. “Kelvin. You need to accept two realities. The first is Serena is lost to you forever. The second is, I still like you very much and will help you all I can and,” she batted her eyelids, “in whatever way it pleases you.”
He scowled at her. “You are not going to China.”
Catriona smiled and flashed him a coquettish smile. “Wanna bet?”

***

Here’s what was said about the first two parts of the Lupus Populus saga:

“… a damn great story,” says Nicole Harvey of Paranormal Romance about The Body Politic, out now from Changeling Press

“A rich and erotic shapeshifter story” Christine, ParaNormal Romance about A Political Animal from Changeling Press (4 Angels from FAR)

Enjoy!

cheers from down under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: Trash & Treasure, A Holly Barberossa Adventure 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)
http://mikalaash.blogspot.com

Update on Deep Encounter !

2008-03-11T02:37:00.000-07:00

Deep Encounter will appear in the Midnight Fantasies anthology from Whispers press and is scheduled to release in May 2008.

Deep Encounter is out now and can be found at Whispers Press:

http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/deep_encounter.html

The 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.

Excerpt

We 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 under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: 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

2008-03-08T00:53:00.000-08:00

The wonderful Haley at Fallen Angel Reviews has awarded Trash & Treasure 4 Angels!

Here’s some of what she had to say about Trash &Treasure

“…Holly is a very headstrong independent woman, unfortunately for her that doesn’t always equate to a good thing. She is so determined to get the story that she often forgets to protect herself. Maxim is sexy, mysterious, and a bit of a bad boy and that just makes him all the more attractive. When the two first become aware of each other the sparks are immediate, especially since it’s when Holly walks in on Maxim and his male lover engaged in sex. The tension between the two continues to build until it is palpable. The addition of a good mystery and intrigue to the plot make Spaceport: Trash & Treasure a fine addition to the Spaceport series.” Reviewed by: Hayley

The full review can be found at:

http://fallenangelreviews.com/2008/February/Hayley-Spaceport_TrashTreasure.htm

Trash & Treasure, a Holly Barberossa erotic adventure, out now from Changeling Press!

Join Holly, investigative journalist extraordinaire, as she investigates the darker side of life on Spaceport Adana, the hottest den of iniquity in the galaxy.

Holly’s adventure can be found at:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=787

Story Summary:

Award-winning reporter for the Adana Observer Holly Barberossa finds herself once again in her natural environment, hot water.
Antagonizing the Dollavera "brothers," a family of clones who run the Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers, with a series of damaging exposés was bound to drop her into a cauldron of trouble but when a dismembered body, an abused robot and a scared alien entity are thrown into the mix then Holly is really in the soup.
Then there’s Maxim Dollavera who, she hopes, is not like his "brothers." A man with his smoldering good looks just can’t be a bad guy, can he? Trying for a surprise interview Holly walks in on him and his male lover, Felis Panthera, a randy Leonine with equally attractive attributes. Forget the story, she hopes there’s room for one more in Maxim’s erotic world.
But she can’t forget a story, that’s her problem, and her greatest strength. Will Maxim’s brothers allow Holly to walk all over them in the media without retribution? Will Maxim welcome her into his world when she is trying to destroy his brothers? And just who are the bad guys, really?
These and other questions boil over in Spaceport: Trash & Treasure, a Holly Barberossa erotic adventure.

Excerpt

I need a beer. With an emphatic click, Holly Barberossa snapped off her smartcam while K. Dollavera was still flapping his jaws, the bombastic Guild executive ever eager to have the last word. Asshole! It had been a helluva day. She’d lost her cool and she knew it. Vinnie would gripe about it in the morning, give her the old lecture about getting more with sugar than… hell, she couldn’t remember how that homily ended even though she’d heard it a thousand times. I need a beer. The Haze was only ten minutes away. She could almost taste the amber fluid, not to mention the plate of ribs she’d have to go along with it. The image of her favorite meal, dripping with that mouth watering Altaran sauce the cook at the Haze used, filled her mind and worked its magic on her salivary glands. Her empty stomach gave a sustained and hopeful cheer. She hadn’t stopped for lunch, running from one end of Adana to the other; interviewing idiots and assholes, fending off the groping hands of hopeful pedestrians trying to cop a feel, being kidnapped and fucking led around blindfolded by amateurs on the run (as if they really thought I couldn’t figure out where they took me, geeze! ), gassed by a flatulent Fedoran, given the cold shoulder by the fucking head of ’Port Security (I’ll put her on a fucking spit and roast her slow), and to top it off that fucking asshole Dollavera trying to wheedle out of not spilling the beans about the gang war brewing right under his and his goddamn brothers’ fucking noses (brothers, there’s a misnomer for you, fucking brothers my ass, fucking clones). Clones. She took a deep and sustained breath. Good looking clones, sexy clones who boiled her juices every time she was within ten meters of their athletic bulk. Bastards. She ordered her thoughts and skipped through the interview with Riz Gitto, the retired head of ’Port Security and CEO of Adana’s newest private security firm. She could tell he wanted her badly, his pale gray eyes undressing her six times during the five minutes she talked to him. He wasn’t bad looking for an old guy and would be a useful contact, so she’d fluttered her dark lashes back at him and deflected his request for a date with the usual stop kidding around, I’m working line and jumped into the interview with that asshole K. Dollavera. At least Riz hadn’t made a grab for her tits. Exactly why she let Dollavera get under her skin she couldn’t fathom. It wasn’t just that he was a slimy asshole. No doubt it had something to do with the fact that she’d dated (a couple of times) his “brother” Zweep, the Sentient Resources Controller of the family monopoly, the Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers. She’d dumped Zweep at the first inkling of his suspicious business dealings. No way could she compromise her journalistic standards by seeing the man at the center of what could be the biggest scandal in Adana history. The fact that she let him go not ten minutes after she met their “brother” Maxim might, she conceded, have had something more to do with it other than being a breathtaking coincidence. Maxim, the New Year’s Eve hero who had risked his life to save others from a terrible disaster, was something special. There was a guy who knew how to boil the juices, and what made him yummier was that he didn’t even know he did it. The thought of Maxim being caught up in a shady family business was giving her sleepless nights. He’d been away, supposedly scavenging, for the last month, more likely avoiding the hundreds of fans attracted to his celebrity, so she hadn’t been able to talk to him about it. Not that they were on speaking terms yet; he probably didn’t know she even existed. I’ll have to change that little detail. If nothing else, her publicly nailing his two brothers would bring her into his orbit soon enough. What worried her was that Maxim seemed smarter than his “brothers,” and even in the brief moments she saw them interact, they seemed to defer to him. Her worst fear was that he was actually in charge of the operation while posing as a loner, supposedly scavenging the asteroid belt for junk. It would be the perfect cover, playing the dirt smeared grunt collecting trash while secretly pulling the strings behind the ’Port Authority. There was a tug at her trouser leg. A grubby face with enormous eyes and a mess of yellow hair looked up and gave her a gap toothed smile. “Hello, sweetie,” Holly said. “Got something for me?” The little angel, one of Adana’s many corridor kids, nodded and cupped a tiny hand near her mouth. Holly knelt down beside her and turned her head, brushing aside her raven hair so the little girl could whisper in her ear. Holly’s heart jumped at the message. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said. “How much?” The girl put up three fingers, indicating there were two others involved in the chain of observers that had brought her this longed-for news. Holly dropped four credits into her small palm and was rewarded with openmouthed astonishment. She always paid more than the going rate. It guaranteed preferment in the Adana rumor mill. So, Maxim Dollavera had returned. He was in customs at this very moment and if she hurried she’d catch him. And then what? She bit her bottom lip and snapped shut her oversized equipment bag. I have no idea, but I’ll think of something. I always do.

Enjoy!

cheers from down under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: 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

Deep Encounter awarded 4.5 Hearts

2008-03-04T01:27:00.001-08:00

The Wonderful Samantha Ann from Night Owl Reviews has awarded Deep Encounter, 4.5 Hearts and given it Reviewer’s Top Pick.

This is some of what she had to say about the Winner of Whisper’s Seven Wonders of the World Writing Contest:

“…The author pens such wonderfully scorching sex the reader may forget the hazards going on around her characters. But Mike and Sam want more than just these few moments…will they get them?”

The full review can be seen at:

http://www.nightowlromance.com/nightowlromance/reviews/Review.asp?ReviewId=1331

Deep Encounter is now from Whispers Press:

http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/deep_encounter.html

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.

Excerpt

We 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 under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: 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

Deep Encounter OUT NOW !

2008-02-15T14:43:00.000-08:00

First Prize Winner of the Whisper’s Seven Wonders of the World Writing Contest out now from Whispers Press.

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.

Available now at Whispers:
http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/deep_encounter.html

and Mobipocket

http://www.mobipocket.com/en/eBooks/eBookDetails.asp?BookID=75849&Origine=1724

Excerpt

We 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 under

Mikala Ash
Spaceport: 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

Trash & Treasure Coming Soon

2008-02-06T15:11:00.000-08:00

Trash & Treasure, a Holly Barberossa erotic adventure, coming soon from Changeling Press

And can be found at:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=787

Story Summary:

Award-winning reporter for the Adana Observer Holly Barberossa finds herself once again in her natural environment, hot water.
Antagonizing the Dollavera "brothers," a family of clones who run the Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers, with a series of damaging exposés was bound to drop her into a cauldron of trouble but when a dismembered body, an abused robot and a scared alien entity are thrown into the mix then Holly is really in the soup.
Then there’s Maxim Dollavera who, she hopes, is not like his "brothers." A man with his smoldering good looks just can’t be a bad guy, can he? Trying for a surprise interview Holly walks in on him and his male lover, Felis Panthera, a randy Leonine with equally attractive attributes. Forget the story, she hopes there’s room for one more in Maxim’s erotic world.
But she can’t forget a story, that’s her problem, and her greatest strength. Will Maxim’s brothers allow Holly to walk all over them in the media without retribution? Will Maxim welcome her into his world when she is trying to destroy his brothers? And just who are the bad guys, really?
These and other questions boil over in Spaceport: Trash & Treasure, a Holly Barberossa erotic adventure.

Excerpt

I need a beer. With an emphatic click, Holly Barberossa snapped off her smartcam while K. Dollavera was still flapping his jaws, the bombastic Guild executive ever eager to have the last word. Asshole! It had been a helluva day. She’d lost her cool and she knew it. Vinnie would gripe about it in the morning, give her the old lecture about getting more with sugar than… hell, she couldn’t remember how that homily ended even though she’d heard it a thousand times. I need a beer. The Haze was only ten minutes away. She could almost taste the amber fluid, not to mention the plate of ribs she’d have to go along with it. The image of her favorite meal, dripping with that mouth watering Altaran sauce the cook at the Haze used, filled her mind and worked its magic on her salivary glands. Her empty stomach gave a sustained and hopeful cheer. She hadn’t stopped for lunch, running from one end of Adana to the other; interviewing idiots and assholes, fending off the groping hands of hopeful pedestrians trying to cop a feel, being kidnapped and fucking led around blindfolded by amateurs on the run (as if they really thought I couldn’t figure out where they took me, geeze! ), gassed by a flatulent Fedoran, given the cold shoulder by the fucking head of ’Port Security (I’ll put her on a fucking spit and roast her slow), and to top it off that fucking asshole Dollavera trying to wheedle out of not spilling the beans about the gang war brewing right under his and his goddamn brothers’ fucking noses (brothers, there’s a misnomer for you, fucking brothers my ass, fucking clones). Clones. She took a deep and sustained breath. Good looking clones, sexy clones who boiled her juices every time she was within ten meters of their athletic bulk. Bastards. She ordered her thoughts and skipped through the interview with Riz Gitto, the retired head of ’Port Security and CEO of Adana’s newest private security firm. She could tell he wanted her badly, his pale gray eyes undressing her six times during the five minutes she talked to him. He wasn’t bad looking for an old guy and would be a useful contact, so she’d fluttered her dark lashes back at him and deflected his request for a date with the usual stop kidding around, I’m working line and jumped into the interview with that asshole K. Dollavera. At least Riz hadn’t made a grab for her tits. Exactly why she let Dollavera get under her skin she couldn’t fathom. It wasn’t just that he was a slimy asshole. No doubt it had something to do with the fact that she’d dated (a couple of times) his “brother” Zweep, the Sentient Resources Controller of the family monopoly, the Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers. She’d dumped Zweep at the first inkling of his suspicious business dealings. No way could she compromise her journalistic standards by seeing the man at the center of what could be the biggest scandal in Adana history. The fact that she let him go not ten minutes after she met their “brother” Maxim might, she conceded, have had something more to do with it other than being a breathtaking coincidence. Maxim, the New Year’s Eve hero who had risked his life to save others from a terrible disaster, was something special. There was a guy who knew how to boil the juices, and what made him yummier was that he didn’t even know he did it. The thought of Maxim being caught up in a shady family business was giving her sleepless nights. He’d been away, supposedly scavenging, for the last month, more likely avoiding the hundreds of fans attracted to his celebrity, so she hadn’t been able to talk to him about it. Not that they were on speaking terms yet; he probably didn’t know she even existed. I’ll have to change that little detail. If nothing else, her publicly nailing his two brothers would bring her into his orbit soon enough. What worried her was that Maxim seemed smarter than his “brothers,” and even in the brief moments she saw them interact, they seemed to defer to him. Her worst fear was that he was actually in charge of the operation while posing as a loner, supposedly scavenging the asteroid belt for junk. It would be the perfect cover, playing the dirt smeared grunt collecting trash while secretly pulling the strings behind the ’Port Authority. There was a tug at her trouser leg. A grubby face with enormous eyes and a mess of yellow hair looked up and gave her a gap toothed smile. “Hello, sweetie,” Holly said. “Got something for me?” The little angel, one of Adana’s many corridor kids, nodded and cupped a tiny hand near her mouth. Holly knelt down beside her and turned her head, brushing aside her raven hair so the little girl could whisper in her ear. Holly’s heart jumped at the message. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said. “How much?” The girl put up three fingers, indicating there were two others involved in the chain of observers that had brought her this longed-for news. Holly dropped four credits into her small palm and was rewarded with openmouthed astonishment. She always paid more than the going rate. It guaranteed preferment in the Adana rumor mill. So, Maxim Dollavera had returned. He was in customs at this very moment and if she hurried she’d catch him. And then what? She bit her bottom lip and snapped shut her oversized equipment bag. I have no idea, but I’ll think of something. I always do.

Enjoy!

Internal Reflections Out Now!

2007-12-31T13:55:00.001-08:00

My latest erotic paranormal, Internal Reflections, is out now from Whiskey Creek Press and can be found at:

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=263

Story Summary:
Mixing with murderers and underworld thugs, undercover cop Detective Sergeant Jessica Raith thinks she’s seen it all, but when she falls under the spell of paranormal researcher, Professor Lance Vaio, she enters a completely new world of danger.
Investigating the horrific murder of an aged clairvoyant she goes undercover to determine the suspicious link between the victim and the professor.
Slightly psychic herself but not aware of her potential, Jessica agrees to participate in a series of paranormal experiments. Close proximity to the gorgeous professor gets her hormones buzzing and she commits the undercover agent’s cardinal sin of falling in love with her suspect.
Attracted beyond reason to Lance, an avowed skeptic, Jessica enters a magical world completely outside her experience and together they face an enemy as old as humanity.

Sample Chapter For INTERNAL REFLECTIONS by Mikala Ash
Our eyes locked for a long moment.
His were the brightest, clearest blue I’d ever seen. Normally, I would’ve assumed they were artificial, but somehow he just didn’t strike me as a slave to fashion. Maybe it was his brown corduroy trousers and the pale checkered shirt buttoned tightly at his neck that convinced me he wasn’t a metro-sexual.
Most of his drab ensemble was, thankfully, hidden by his brilliantly white lab coat. The frame that supported the fashion disaster was, however, all gorgeous and all man.
Professor Lance Vaio was a head taller than me, which is something, because I’m not short. He possessed an imposing form, straight backed and broad shouldered, and his manly bulk seemed to fill the room. The golden tan of his face accentuated the whiteness of his perfectly even teeth that gleamed when he smiled. A tangle of unruly jet black hair tumbled over his collar, giving him a wild boyish look even though he must have been in his early thirties.
His eyes, I decided, were entirely natural, which made him much more alluring. Those blue, almond-shaped orbs and my inventory of his impressive physique had set in motion a lot of physiological reactions that made my pussy tingle.
This was not how I usually reacted to a murder suspect, but this beautiful man was, it was clear to me, no ordinary suspect.
I tried unsuccessfully to tear my gaze away. My own image, crisp and clean, was reflected back to me by those blue depths. It was as if he had captured my soul and I was staring out at the empty husk of my body from behind the glass cage of his eyes.
“Tell me, Miss…”
“Raith.”
“Miss Raith.” He lowered his eyes to his clipboard, releasing me from imprisonment, but only for a moment.
I dropped my hands to my lap and pressed my knuckles down on my pussy, hoping to contain the lusty tingling of my clit. Suddenly, I was in the middle of an erotic daydream, imagining the professor kissing my clit while he snaked his probing tongue inside my swollen pussy lips. My juices stirred and I shook my head to release myself from this unexpected, but not unwelcome, carnal vision.
“Miss Raith?”
“Yes?”
“You looked as if you were ill for a moment. Are you all right?”
“Perfectly, Professor. I’m perfectly well.”
He nodded and I noticed his eyes had momentarily landed on my breasts from which my swollen nipples poked through the flimsy material of my blouse, shamelessly begging for his touch.
He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. He dragged his eyes down to his clipboard. “Let’s begin. Miss Raith, do you ever experience moments of déjà vu?”
I licked my lips. “Constantly.”
He ticked off a box on the form. “Ever experienced the sensation of people staring at you?”
“Always.”
His eyes flicked back to my cleavage and he gave a slight nod as if my response didn’t surprise him in the slightest. He ticked another box. “Have you ever guessed who is calling you on the telephone before you pick it up?”
This was getting spooky. “Surprisingly often.”
“Do you believe you have telepathic abilities?”
I smiled in what I hoped was a seductive manner. “Now, how did I know you were going to ask me that question?”
His lips curled into a boyish smile and he ticked off another box. “Telekinesis?”
I recalled the slamming door when my last beau and I broke up years ago. I’d been standing two meters away when it crashed shut and shook the wall. “Occasionally.”
He glanced at my face before ticking the box.
“I have a lifetime ban from the Billiards Association of Australia,” I added, suddenly remembering my expulsion from the poolroom of my local pub.
He nodded thoughtfully. “Have you ever had prophetic dreams?”
“Nightmares, some of them.”
He ticked the box. “Could I ask your motivation for responding to our advertisement?”
This was my only real lie. “Credit points for my degree in Criminology.”
The sound of his pencil scratching along the comments section of the form filled the room, and I hoped it covered the staccato beating of my heart. The blood pumping through my veins gave me a sensual rush I hadn’t experienced in years, if, in fact, I ever had. My whole body felt suddenly alive and my senses buzzing. My erect nipples were still poking painfully through my sheer silk blouse, and my pussy was swelling with lust. I crossed my legs.
I forced myself to concentrate on my objective. The problem was that Professor Lance Vaio, Director of Psychology at the University of Terra Australis, was my objective.
©2008 Mikala Ash

cheers from down under

Mikala Ash
“… 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

Internal Reflections New Years Day release

2007-12-27T13:26:00.000-08:00

Mixing it with murderers and underworld thugs undercover cop, Detective Sergeant Jessica Raith, thinks she’s seen it all but when she falls under the spell of paranormal researcher, Professor Lance Vaio, she enters a completely new world of danger.

Investigating the horrific murder of an aged clairvoyant she goes undercover to determine the suspicious link between the victim and the professor.

Slightly psychic herself but not aware of her potential, Jessica agrees to participate in a series of paranormal experiments. Close proximity to the gorgeous professor gets her hormones buzzing and she commits the undercover agent’s cardinal sin of falling in love with her suspect.

Attracted beyond reason to Lance, an avowed skeptic, Jessica enters a magical world completely outside her experience and together they face an enemy as old as humanity.

Christmas Kiss earns four and a half cherries

2007-12-26T16:43:00.000-08:00

Whipped Cream Reviews
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Review: The Christmas Kiss
The Christmas Kissby Mikala AshAs a security guard, accidents can’t be tolerated, but accident-prone Gilly’s latest mishap results in her demotion: to the Dog Squad. Too bad she’s deathly afraid of dogs.Jarrod the dog handler is instantly attracted to her, but the last thing he needs is a distraction, for he and his brother plan to steal the world’s largest opal statue, the Manushya – the mythological goddess of shape shifters.

Gilly impresses Jarrod with her courage in overcoming her fears of Satan, his vicious Doberman Pinscher. Her bravery fuels Jarrod’s hopes of her overlooking a little defect of his own and accepting him for what he is.Gilly would never believe that she’d ever be attracted to a dog handler, but that’s not the only surprise Christmas has in store for her…

I originally chose this story because I love Christmas, I love paranormals and I love to read. So, a perfect combination for me was displayed in this book. I wasn’t sorry that I picked this one.Gilly was an interesting heroine. Boy, did she have issues! I wasn’t sure at first how I was going to like a heroine with such blatant problems, as I’m not real fond of the wimpy-silly-woe-is-me heroine. Thankfully, Gilly was well-written and actually quite endearing. She was quite courageous in the face of her fears and phobias and grabbing onto the happiness that she sensed was possible with Jarrod. You just have to love a heroine with pluck!

Jarrod was a determined hero. He was determined to save his shiftless twin brother from himself, determined to complete the mission he’d set for himself, and determined to show Gilly that she could indeed do anything she put her mind to. Determination is fabulous. Jarrod was intense, and confident not to mention hot! Okay, I guess I’ll mention the hot part. *grin* From the moment he met Gilly, Jarrod was certain that she was special and that she would be very special to him. That was all he needed to know If only he’d met her at a more opportune time.

Right from the start I was intrigued and entertained by the ridiculous situation that Gilly finds herself in and how she is introduced to Jarrod. The story moved along at a good pace that didn’t lose me or confuse me, which happens quite a bit when you pick up a relatively short story. If there were any editing issues with this story, I certainly didn’t notice them, the story just moved along so well. This was an entertaining, relatively swift holiday read that was very enjoyable and a definite recommend.

Reviewed by Viscaria

Breaking News! Day Three

2007-12-23T02:42:00.000-08:00

Breaking News Day Three

Breaking News! #16
Computer Store Ransacked. Owner in hospital.

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

Good morning Adana!

Viewers, it’s been a busy night of crime in the halls and corridors of Adana. Of the numerous assaults and affrays, muggings and burglaries that have occurred overnight, the crime I want to focus on this morning is one that’s very close to my own heart.

I’m standing in the ransacked robot repair shop belonging to Cindy Sherman. You’ll recall that only yesterday I was speaking with Cindy about Robert, the abused robot, who she was endeavoring to repair.

In the early hours of this morning at least two assailants entered Cindy’s closed shop and, without warning, violently assaulted her and destroyed her business.

Here is what Cindy said when I spoke to her this morning in her hospital room where she is recovering from a severe concussion.

“It all happened so quick, Holly.”
“Can you identify your attackers at all?”
“I can’t Holly. I had my head down doing an intricate neural circuit repair job.”
“How did they get in?”
“The front door was locked. I guess they used a security neutralizer to suppress the alarm.”
“Is that a sophisticated piece of equipment?”
“Fairly, it’s not a common piece of hardware.”
“Did they say anything?”
“Um… well, Holly, before the lights went out they asked me where Robert was.”
“They were specifically looking for Robert?”
“That’s what they said. I told them he wasn’t here anymore and then the lights went out.”
“Cindy, you get some rest and get well soon.”
“Thanks Holly.”

There it is viewers. Following our exposé of an underground robot fighting syndicate, the only witness to the illegal activity, a severely damaged robot named Robert, is the target of brutal men who’ll not hesitate at assaulting a young woman to achieve their nefarious aims.

It is fortunate for Robert at least that I had, earlier in the afternoon, sequestered him somewhere safe while I decided on his disposition. It appears he yet has a part to play in this shocking story of organized crime.

To update some other stories from yesterday, I hope to have the identity of the body in the vats confirmed sometime this morning and I’ll give it to you as soon as it comes to hand.

There is good news about the unconscionable law suit initiated by K. Dollavera and I hope to have a statement from the esteemed Marketing Controller for ASGS sometime today, so stay tuned for that, it should be interesting.

Viewers, I had hoped to give you some positive news on the whereabouts or Ernhard Wis, the missing power plant worker, but so far no new information has come to light. Please, for the sake of his family, if you have any information regarding his whereabouts, contact Port Security or the Adana Observer office where your anonymity will be respected.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
For the best bar & grill this side of the Haze, go to The Haze Bar & Grill, Level 3, Eastside. Intranet: th 8639260

Breaking News! #17
Kitali stealing zappers !

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

Viewers, as I walk the halls and corridors of Adana I’m reminded of something my Daddy used to say.

“Holly,” he’d say, “life is like a box of crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull, Some have weird names, and they are all different colors, but you know what? They all have to live in the same box.”
When I was five years old I thought my Daddy was just trying to get me to tidy up my room, now I see the deeper truth in the homily from old Earth and realise it describes Adana perfectly. Port Authority statistics indicate we have citizens from over forty different worlds, at least twenty different species and a bewildering array of artificial intelligence devices living in this particular box of crayons.

One of the cutest crayons in the Adana box is the Kitali.

Port Security yesterday announced that Kitali, the little critters that live in the shadows, scurrying along air vents and keeping vermin under control, have been stealing zappers. A few days ago I spoke the expert on Kitali behavior, Felidae Panthera, and I have her on the line again.

“Felidae, thanks for joining me. As cute as they are, are Kitali dangerous?”
“Not at all, Holly. There are no recorded incidents of Kitali violence.”
“Not even a scratch?”
“Of course they defend themselves if attacked, cornered or played with, as we all do.”
“I understand. The head of Port Security has released the disturbing news that Kitali have been stealing weapons.”
“I think they are just collecting shiny objects, as they do.”
“So we need have no fears of them assembling an arsenal and staging a coup d’etat?”
“I do not believe the Kitali have political aspirations Holly.”
“You mentioned last time the Port Authority has concerns over a Kitali population explosion and the plans for a neutering program. Could the Kitali be arming themselves for self defence?”
“I’m not sure if the Kitali pay attention to Port Authority plans.”
“Or watch my program. Now Felidae, we know that the Kitali are cunning pilferers, they’ll snatch anything not tied down, and even then they can undo the knots. Is it possible that they are working for someone else?”
“That’s more difficult to answer, of course. Given what I know of their aloof demeanour, I’d be very surprised if they condescended to do the bidding of others.”
“What about in return for food or treats?”
“That’s possible, of course, but …”
“What if someone came across a juvenile Kitali, an abandoned baby, and raised it themselves. Would such a Kitali do their bidding?”
“That’s an interesting hypothetical situation, Holly. I can’t say if something like that is possible.”
“When I was a child on my home planet, a neighbour had a pet capuchin. She trained it to steal my dolls. She was a regular little Fagin.”
“How unfortunate.”
“How would one raise a juvenile Kitali, do we know much about them?”
“Not really, Holly. I know that there has never been a reported case of an abandoned Kitali baby.”
“Is it true that few studies of the Kitali have been carried out anywhere?”
“That’s true, Holly.”
“Perhaps it is time we paid more attention to them.”

There it is viewers, while their motives are unknown at this time, perhaps we should be watching our Kitali friends a little more closely. I’m hoping for a comment from Port Security soon but in the meantime, secure those weapons people, we don’t want any broken crayons.

Also, may I remind you we are desperately seeking news of Ernhard Wis, the missing power worker. If you have any news of his whereabouts, then please contact Port Security or the Adana Observer office where your anonymity will be respected.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Are you insured? No matter your age, gender, race or species, Adana Life can provide for the insurance coverage that suits your needs. RBS (Replacement Body Synthesis) Insurance is our specialty.
For a free quote come to Adana Life. Level 3, Eastside. Intranet: al 6294027
( DNA appraisal mandatory for all RBS, life, health and disability insurance.)

Breaking News! #18
Adana’s growing gambling addiction reaches new low!

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m speaking with Mark D. Deck, CEO of Portbet, Adana’s licensed betting agency about the gambling industry on Adana and the breaking story about robot fighting syndicates.
Thanks for agreeing to speak with me today.
“My pleasure Holly. If I can add that the betting on you taking out this year’s Adana Celebrity of the Year Award has you five to two favorite.”
“I’m sorry, Mark, are you saying people bet on such things?”
“Holly, Adanans will bet on two Hing bugs crawling up a wall.”
“I see. So my notion that the robot fighting syndicate is all about gambling is not so far fetched?”
“Not at all. The unlicensed gambling that takes place on sporting and other events is of astronomical proportions. It’s rumored that illegal gambling outplays licensed gambling by five to one.”
“How many millions of credits a year is that?”
“Oh easily a million credits for each man woman and child on Adana.”
“How is such betting carried out?”
“Bookies attend an event, post odds, take bets, pay the winners and keep the rest.”
“Just like legal gambling.”
“Pretty much except they don’t pay taxes.”
“But how do the bookies avoid the Adana Taxation Department?”
“They channel their winnings through various legal activities to wash their funds.”
“So illegal gambling is inextricably linked to organized crime?”
“Absolutely. I’ve been requesting Port Security to focus their efforts on the problem for years.”
“Is that because it eats into your profits?”
“Of course, I don’t mind admitting it. Holly I’m one of the honest guys, but the big issue is that Adana is missing out on millions of credits in tax. Imagine the improvements in infrastructure that could be made; better recycling, cleaner water, fresher air, better food, extra hospital beds, more AI teachers for the schools. The benefits of cracking down on the illegals are obvious.”
“Why haven’t Port Security responded?”
“I can’t possibly say.”
“Speaking of Port Authority positions, what is the betting on the forthcoming Port Authority elections.”
“Well, incumbents, provided they haven’t botched things too badly always have the upper hand.”
“Then it is lucky that Head of Port Security doesn’t fall vacant this round of elections.”
“I can’t possibly comment.”
“How’s Bio Security?”
“Gogan Privet, head of Port Bio-Security, is doing very well. I believe the positive exposure he has gained from appearing on your program has put him out there for the public to see, and so far he’s well ahead in the betting.”
“Water?”
“Hars T. Owen is floundering. The water crisis a few months back and the bacteria outbreak still live in the memories of punters. His position may firm up closer to the election of course, but at the moment he looks a bit shallow.”
“Is it true that the betting can be more accurate predictors of election results than are public opinion polls.”
“Absolutely. We’ve successfully predicted the winners in every one of the last five term elections.”
“Amazing. Do you think the gambling problem will ever be solved?”
“I wouldn’t bet on it, Holly.”

There it is viewers, illegal gambling is inextricably linked to organised crime and as a result of Port Security inaction the problem is growing and Adana is missing out on much needed tax income.

“Oh, Holly, may I add another thing?”
“Yes, Mark?”
“While your betting strongly on taking out the Celebrity of the Year Award, there is another bet concerning you that has attracted much recent attraction.”
“And what’s that Mark?”
“At the moment it’s two to one against you surviving the next six weeks.’
“I don’t understand?”
“The punters don’t expect you to live beyond six weeks?”
“Why ever not?”
“I believe the thinking behind the betting is that someone of your investigative skill will inevitably upset someone in organised crime and they’ll take you out.”
“Are there many people betting on that?”
“So far there have been five hundred and thirty bets placed.”
“How many for me actually surviving?”
“None so far.”
“That’s very disturbing, Mark.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Well, I’ll take that bet.”
“How much?”
“I’ve only got ten credits on me.”
“Doesn’t show a lot of confidence Holly.”
“Well, I can always up the bet later, can’t I? Perhaps when the odds are more favourable?”
“Of course. You can check the current odds on spaceportnet at spn.portbet.org.”

Well viewers, there you have it. The gambling problem on Adana has hit a new low. Do you think I’ll survive? I do. And I’ve put my money where my mouth is.

Also, we are still seeking news of Ernhard Wis, the missing power worker and well known champion boxer. If you have any news of his whereabouts, then please contact Port Security or the Adana Observer office where your anonymity will be respected.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement: Tasteful funerals by Adana Recycling, a subsidiary of the Soylent Corporation. Give back to Adana what Adana has given you. Make your last act something you can be proud of. All species, all races, all religious and philosophical persuasions catered for. Remember, there are tax incentives for your beneficiaries if you opt for recycling. For more information on the services available see us on spaceportnet spn.arsc.org

Breaking News! #19
Body in the Vats identified

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I have Gogan Privet, head of Port Bio-Security on the line with news on the identity of the body in the Bio-Sus protein vats.

“Hello Gogan. I understand there’s been a break through in the ident. of the body found in the Bio-Sus vats?”
“That’s correct, Holly. The Mendovian victim’s name is Montague Moss.”
“The green eyed monster from Mendovia?”
“I understand that was his …um ….nick name in the boxing fraternity.”
“Was Montague a citizen of Adana?”
“No he wasn’t. He comes from the core systems and had only been on Adana a month.”
“He was scheduled to fight Ernhard Wis. Do you think Ernhard’s disappearance has something to do with the murder?”
“I can’t possibly speculate, Holly. That’s a question for Port Security.”
“Be sure I’ll be asking it, Gogan. Anything else of interest such as cause of death?”
“Despite the state of the body my people discerned some neural damage indicative of the use of a zapper.”
“And he was then dismembered and dropped into the vats?”
“It appears so. With the identification of the body my involvement in the case has ended and Port Security has taken over the investigation.”
“Well thank you Gogan for your keeping the citizenry informed.”
“My pleasure. Oh, and Holly?”
“Yes Gogan?”
“I’ve put a hundred credits on you surviving.”
“Well, thanks for your confidence, Gogan. I appreciate it.”

There it is viewers, another disturbing connection between the disappearance of Ernhard Wis, the abused robot Robert and the existence of a vicious gambling syndicate operating right here on Adana.

So far Port Security has not responded to my requests for a statement.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Adana Love Match. They say every one has a soul mate. To find yours, whether you have arms or tentacles, skin or scales, lips or mandibles, call Adana Love Match now. Jessie, a beautiful Endian, 36.24.36.42, intelligent, athletic with a GSOH and raging libido seeks same. To see Jessie’s profile or the profiles of over a thousand other Adanans, contact us at spn.Findmeamatch.org

Breaking News! #20
Fedoran fart mystery raises stink in Security circles

Viewers will recall that following my expose of the cyanide gas deaths of two Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers workers I was abducted and taken to a secret interview with the Fedoran workers who were being hunted by Port Security.

They claimed that due to their unique biochemistry the cyanide gas they expelled in their farts was harmless and they proved that by exposing me to a particularly unpleasant fart which, apart from making my eyes water, had no long lasting effects.

The Fedorans claimed they were being framed – ‘boxed’ in their words - by a third party for the deaths suggested that organized crime was attempting to take over the Guild’s monopoly of the scavenging industry.

I’ve attempted to gain further comment from Zweep Dollavera, Sentient Resources Controller of ASGS but he has not yet been forthcoming. In fact, the usually ebullient K. Dollavera has not responded to my requests for comment either.

Unsurprisingly, Port Security has also refused to comment. One wonders if the Head of Port Security would have a different approach to the media if this was an election year.

Like spacefarers, we journalists abhor a vacuum, so I’m speaking with Riz Gitto, retired head of Port Security and CEO of Adana’s newest private security firm about latest developments.

“Riz, thank you for agreeing to speak with me today. I understand you are very busy becoming the defacto security force on Adana.”
“My pleasure Holly, though, if I may disagree with your introduction, I have to say that my company is purely a private firm providing commercial security and I have no political agenda whatsoever.”
“But Riz, citizens of Adana cannot help but notice the proliferation of your uniformed security guards. They are just about everywhere. I spoke with a member of the Chamber of Commerce who said that so many people have left their jobs to work for you that you’ve created a labor shortage elsewhere in the Adana economy.”
“We have expanded certainly.”
“And my source in Port Authority Customs and Immigration told me that a large number, of security workers, in the hundreds he said, some of them ex-military, have migrated to Adana under work visas sponsored by your company.”
“Demand for our services has been extraordinary.”
“In your view is Adana less secure than in previous years when you were head of Port Security?”
“I can’t possibly comment on that Holly. Suffice to say that I am responding to an increase in demand for private security services.”
“I’ve heard citizens describe your employees as GAs, Gitto’s Army.”
“Perception is everything, Holly. I run a tight ship. My men are disciplined, courteous and we cooperate with the Chamber of Commerce, Port Security and the general citizenry at all times. I can understand how they could be perceived as an army, but nothing is further from the truth. My men and women are just doing a job. We are a commercial enterprise responding to a specific demand.”
“I understand from inside sources I’m unable to identify that Port Security is anxious about your expansion.”
“Holly, I can’t possibly comment on Port Security anxieties.”
“Involved as you are in security, what do you make of the Fedoran claims? Have you heard of an attempt by organized crime to take over the Guild of Scavengers, or any other business on Adana?”
“Of course my people hear things, Holly, but we are bound by ‘commercial confidence’ so I’m unable to comment.”
“What of illegal activities? Surely you have a responsibility to Adana to alert the authorities.”
“Indeed. I have opened a dialogue with Port Security and pass on any intelligence that relate to illegal activities.”
“Opened a dialogue with Port Security? My congratulations Riz, that’s more than I’ve achieved.”
“I understand that since your interview with Mark D. Deck of Portbet, a great deal of money has been bet on you not living beyond six weeks. I’d like to offer you the services of a Riz Gitto Security personal bodyguard.”
“I appreciate your concern, Riz, but I’m not concerned.”
“You should be, the betting has reached significant proportions.”
“Even so, I’m afraid journalistic ethics prevent me from taking up your offer.”
“Just know the offer is open if you decide to take it up.”
“Thanks, Riz.”
“My pleasure.”

There you have it viewers, the private security industry has benefited from the rise in crime on Adana resulting from the vicious crackdown on organized crime in the core systems.

One wonders what the authorities can do to stop the rising crime rate. As always, I look forward to any comment from Port Security.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Your body is your temple and from time to time you need a spiritual release. A tantric orgasm may be just what you’re looking for. At Athena’s Tantric Clinic prolonged orgasms are our specialty. Let ATC’s fully qualified and experienced tantric masters take you to nirvana and beyond. But don’t take our word for it. Here’s what one satisfied client said about Athena’s Tantric Clinic. “My four hour orgasm left me breathless, my eye stalks twisted and my skin tingled for a week! It was fantastic!” Contact us now on intranet: atc7865497

Breaking News ! #21
Adana citizens save young boy’s life!

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m speaking to you from the Body Regeneration Unit at Adana General Hospital and we are in the prep room speaking with Hyrem Bosch and his legal adviser Marc Tullius. Viewers will recall from Breaking News #11 that Hyrem is the originator of the Celebrity Trading Card fad that has swept Adana and, unfortunately, drew the ire of K. Dollavera

“Hyrem, how are you feeling?”
“Pretty good Holly.”
“Hyrem I understand that the body regeneration process will take a month and during that time you’ll be in a medically induced coma.”
“The big sleep, they call it Holly.”
“During the big sleep the neural surgeons will be splicing your head onto the body that is at this moment being grown from your cells.”
“That’s right Holly. They started growing my body yesterday from a cell extracted from my spinal column. They have to start connecting me to the body straight away to guarantee the neural net is complete so that I’ll be fully functioning at the end of it.”
“Are you scared?”
“Not as scared as I was when I talked to you yesterday. I thought it was all over with the law suit and all.”
“Speaking of which, Marcus Tullius, you’ve taken on the cause of Hyrem pro bono I believe.”
“That’s correct Holly. I believe that everyone deserves legal support in times of trouble and Hyrem here was on the brink of termination with no one to assist him with his legal issues, particularly the K. Dollavera slander.”
“How is that sitting? Has K. Dollavera, a rich powerful man dropped his law suit against Hyrem, who is, we hardly need reminding, in such a sorry state?”
“No he hasn’t Holly. I won’t comment on it of course, as it is an ongoing subject of litigation.”
“But surely the fact that Hyrem is a minor, he is only twelve years old, should end the law suit?”
“I am able to comment on that Holly. K. Dollavera has applied to the court for a ruling under the Sentience Act of 2015 that stipulates that chronological age is not the sole determinant of culpability.”
“So, despite his age they are saying he is smart enough to stand trial.”
“That’s correct, Holly.”
“It’s difficult to argue Hyrem is not intelligent.”
“As you say, though I wouldn’t like to preempt the court’s ruling.”
“How do they make such a ruling?”
“They have accessed Hyrem’s medical records, specifically his cerebral profile, which they will use to determine his culpability. Their ruling which is expected in three weeks.”
“Hyrem will still be in his big sleep, a coma, at that point so when he awakes it could be to face a law suit that will throw him and his new body into the corridors.”
“Sadly yes.”
“Hyrem, how did you react when you learned that since yesterday’s interview thousands of citizens and visitors to Adana had donated so many credits to finance your body regeneration?”
“Very happy. Holly. I don’t feel alone any more.”

Well, there it is viewers. Thousands of citizens should be proud of their efforts and their compassion that has saved the life of this young man. However it looks as though the fight is not over. A cloud hangs over the future of Hyrem Bosch and that cloud has a name: K. Dollavera.

I wonder if K.Dollavera has as many friends on Adana as Hyrem.

I’d like to remind viewers that if they have any information regarding the whereabouts of Ernhard Wis, please contact Port Security or the Adana Observer office as soon as possible.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Can’t find the right someone to share your life? Want unconditional love and affection? Don’t want to put up with the baggage organics invariably bring? Then Soulmate Android Lovers have the solution. Our lovers are programmed to love, honor and obey.
Beryl, one of our many satisfied clients said this of her experience with Soulmate Android Lovers: “Andrew came to me from Soulmate Android Lovers with a thirty day trial period, that was two years ago. I was astounded. He was so real I thought he was the delivery man. He wooed me from the very first moment and now, two years later, I’m as happy … and satisfied … as I could ever be. I’d never go back to an organic lover, I mean, how could a mere man compete? It’s not just Andrew’s stamina and inventiveness in bed, he actually talks to me, buys me flowers and is interested in what I did at work. He even does the housework. He’s my true soul mate.”
For further details see our catalogue and other heart warming testimonials on spaceportnet at spn.SAL.org or visit our Level7 showrooms and try to tell the difference between our androids and our organic staff. If you can, you get a free, no obligation one week trial of the lover of your choice.
Love as it should be. Soulmate Android Lovers, it’s the real thing.

Breaking News! Day Two

2007-12-23T02:40:00.000-08:00

Breaking News! #8
Food Production ceases on Level 27.

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

Goooooooood mooooorninggggggg Adannnnnnnaaaaaaa!

For those of you just waking up and grabbing your first cup of caff this is a reminder that Adana never sleeps and while you’ve been catching those wonderful zzzzzs daily life for the other three quarters of the population has been going on as normal, which means I have another dose of action and mayhem for your edification.

First on the agenda today is the food recall announced overnight. Bio-Sustenance have recalled all edible products synthesized from food base date coded Sunday last. The reason for this measure has not been announced, but rest assured we’ll find out what’s eating them down in Level 27 soon enough.

On my way down there I’ll be speaking with the wife of a power plant worker who has been missing for three days. How anyone can go missing in a closed environment like Adana has long been a mystery to me and, with your help, we’ll see if we can do our best and locate him.

Then we have bizarre report of robot abuse to look into. This was first brought to my attention a few days ago and I’ve been doing some research on the quiet, so to speak, and the results of that investigation will both surprise and shock you. It did me, let me tell you.

I also plan to lift the lid on the drastic housing shortage on Adana and will be speaking to the Port Authority official responsible for this vexed issue.

To bring you up to date on some of the personalities we encountered yesterday, I’ve been told that both Horri Jinks and Nev Rinmygob have been released from hospital and are in good condition. I hope to be catching up with them both during the course of the day to follow up on their remarkable stories.

Jasper Ficus, Jaspy to his friends, well known activist and protester has been released from detention and will face sector 3 court in two weeks on charges of vexatious conduct and has been banned from appearing in public with banners or loud speaker devices of any sort.

These stories and whatever else transpires in this tumultuous bubble of air in space we call Adana will be covered today by your intrepid observer, that’s me by the way, Holly Barberossa, and to paraphrase one of Adana’s well known organization’s well used slogans … I’m here to observe.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Sleep soundly and wake up in time with No-stir sleep inducing tablets with built in timers. That’s No-stir sleep inducing tablets available now from all reputable pharmacies. (Comprehensive list available at spn.nostir.org) If drowsiness persists seek medical advice.

Breaking News! #9
Power Plant worker goes missing.

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

This is an image of thirty five year old Ernhard Wis, a grade 3 power worker and father of three who has been missing since Saturday last. He is a one hundred seventy centimeters tall Mendovian with brown hair, brown eyes and no distinguishing features apart from one eye stalk being ten centimeters longer than the other. I’m speaking with his contract wife, Indacia who has not seen her husband since he left for work on Friday night.

“Indacia, I understand that you and Ernhard have renewed your yearly marriage contract seventeen times?”
“Yes Holly. We are still very much in love.”
“I can tell. Now, I’ve been told that Ernhard was at work during the Friday night shift and left on time Saturday. Can you tell me what his usual routine is after leaving work?”
“He and his buddies from the plant go to a bar and have a beer to unwind.”
“Which bar is that, Indacia?”
“The Haze usually. Sometimes I meet him there but this time I didn’t. I wish to Phlong I did.”
“He was definitely at the Haze, do you know?”
“Yes, I’ve called and Hazel, the owner, said he was there but it was a busy time and she didn’t see him leave.”
“I understand then that no one has seen Ernhard since the Haze. Not even his buddies?”
“They left before he did. Ernhard doesn’t drink hard or anything like that. He comes home for dinner and … and … I’m so sorry, Holly.”
“That’s alright, Indacia. I’m going to ask our viewers to contact either Port Security or the Adana Observer office if they have any information at all to help with locating Ernhard and I’ll be reminding them every hour for the next few shift cycles. Okay?”
“Thank you Holly. May Phlong bless you.”
“I notice many boxing trophies on your cabinets. Are they Ernhard’s?”
“Yes, he is a champion.”
“Really? Here on Adana?”
“Oh yes and on Mendovia too when he was younger. He coaches young boxers two afternoons a week.”
“He must be very popular. I see one of your boys is a boxer too.”
“Oh yes. He’s only seventeen and junior champion already.”
“You must be very proud.”
“He will be champion for Adana, Ernhard says so.”
“I’m sure it will happen.”

If you can help restore this popular sportsman and beloved husband and father to his family then please contact Port Security or the Adana Observer office as soon as possible.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Public service announcement:
If you have any information on the whereabouts of Ernhard Wis then contact Port Security immediately or send a confidential message to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org. Your anonymity will be respected.

Breaking News! #10
Bio-Sustenance shut down!

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m standing outside the Bio-Sus offices on level 27. You can see the Port Authority closure stamp on the door behind me. All production activities have been shut down and workers sent home. I’m speaking to Bio-Sus CEO, Manna N. Vanna.

“Manna, what’s happened?”
“Holly, Bio-Sustenance regrets any inconvenience to customers due to this unforeseen occurrence and will be refunding completely all returned stock.”
“Manna, what is the nature of this unforeseen occurrence.”
“I’m not at liberty to say at this time, Holly.”
“Why is that Manna?”
“I’d rather not say Holly.”
“Is it anything to do with the team of Port Security Crime Scene Officers seen entering your premises earlier today?”
“Their presence is …er … not unrelated, no.”
“Manna, let’s cut to the chase here. Is it true that a body was discovered in one of your protein processing vats?”
“I …I …”
“Manna, I think it important that the public know exactly why you are recalling three days worth of food base production.”
“I…. I ….”
“Are all your staff accounted for?”
“What? Of course they are.”
“Then who is it?”
“Holly, I’m sorry I can’t tell you any more than I have. You’ll need to speak to Port Bio-Security, they have assumed jurisdiction over this issue. I just want to reiterate to customers that there is no need to be alarmed. If they return any processed food product with batch numbers in the range: 4567-3975 to 4567-4778 they will receive a full refund. That’s all I have to say at this time.”

There it is viewers. According to my sources the Bio-Sus shift was shut down at 0100 hrs and the recall lodged at 0230 hrs. The Crime Scene team arrived at 0245 hrs and the Port Authority officially closed the plant at 0315 hrs. A quick response like this suggests to me there has been a major incident at the Bio-Sustenance plant here on level 27. You decide what that incident may involve.

I’m awaiting a response from Bio-Security who are usually quick to respond to interview requests and their silence is disturbing. I’ll follow this disturbing story when more information comes to hand and in the meantime I suggest you follow Manna’s advice and return any uneaten processed food products with those batch numbers to Bio-Sus and get a refund. If you’ve already eaten it … well, if it was me I’d be seeking medical attention as soon as possible.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Public service announcement:
If you have any information on the whereabouts of Ernhard Wis then contact Port Security immediately or send a confidential message to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org. Your anonymity will be respected.

Breaking News! #11
A case of David v Goliath: ASGS executive sues trading card originator

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

The latest fad amongst youngsters in Adana are these small cards which have been in circulation for the last few months. They cost a credit each and because each card is a limited edition they accrue a greater value depending on the relative scarcity of the card, the popularity of the subject and the card’s condition. Enthusiasts either swap or buy cards to complete their collection.

The subject of these particular trading cards, as they are known, has come as a bit of a surprise to this reporter as they are comprised of images of Adana personalities from the political, sports, entertainment and bureaucratic arenas.

I learned of their existence following a tip off that K. Dollavera, Marketing Controller of ASGS, is suing the originator and distributor of these images which have been lifted from spaceportnet sites and news broadcasts. He claims to have been slandered by these cards which include quotes from the interviews and advertisements for which K. Dollavera is so well known.

Intrigued by this interesting sociological phenomena I’ve arranged a meeting with the creator of Adana Persona Cards, one Hyrem Bosch. Hyrem is talking to me through an artificial voice synthesizer for reasons which will become clear.
“Hyrem, can you tell me your story?”
“Hi Holly. Did you know that your card from Fedoran Fart story is worth five hundred and fifty five credits on the open market and it was only released eighteen hours ago?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I only release one hundred of any one card and sell them for a credit each. Then out in the open market people swap them and the significant ones actually get bought and sold on a sort of market.”
“When you say ‘my’ card what do you mean?”
“I watch your show all the time, you have the best interviews and when you nail some officious bastard the look on their face is priceless. I capture it and put it on a card and sell it.”
“I see.”
“Zweep Dollavera blustering away yesterday is already at three hundred credits.”
“You understand that ASGS is suing you for slander.”
“Typical. No fucking sense of humor.”
“What will you do?”
“Call that free lawyer you suggested, I guess.”
“Hyrem, can you tell my viewers why you are using a voice synthesizer and why I am talking to you in the Purgatory Department of the Adana Hospital?”
“I guess it’s because I’m technically dead.”
“To explain, Hyrem is currently in suspended animation, all his biological functions, the ones that remain that is, have been shut down due to the horrific injuries he sustained in a pirate attack that destroyed the vessel in which he and his family were traveling. Left for dead young Hyrem, he is twelve years old, was found by a scavenger team and brought back to Adana for treatment. I am now going to move my camera to show Hyrem in his present state and I warn viewers they may be distressed by the following images. Is that alright Hyrem?”
“Sure, I always wanted to be on one of my own cards.”
“As you can see viewers, all that remains of Hyrem is basically his head which has suffered some decompression damage. Orphaned and without family, funds or insurance, Hyrem is attempting to earn enough credits to have another body synthesized. Of course he must pay for his continued existence here in Purgatory. He has embarked on this innovative credit making scheme to basically pay for his life. His functioning brain is linked to the hospital’s computer system and, with a loan from a kindly benefactor, he created his first card literally hours before his scheduled termination. That was two months ago and his marvelous idea has literally saved his life. Now Hyrem, if the Dollavera brothers are successful in this law suit and close down your trading card business what will happen?”
“I won’t be able to pay my bills and I’ll be terminated.”

There you have it viewers, Goliath by the name of Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers, a massive monopoly, is about to crush a twelve year old David as he lies defenseless in a hospital bed.

K. Dollavera, you know what to do. Hyrem’s legal adviser will be waiting for your call.

I’d like to remind viewers that if they have any information regarding the whereabouts of Ernhard Wis, please contact Port Security or the Adana Observer office as soon as possible.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Need legal advice? Reasonable rates on successful case completion. Call Marc Tullius, Attorney at Law, on mt3629658

Breaking News! #12
Chaos at Bio-Sustenance recall

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m speaking to you from the level 27 offices of Bio-Sustenance and their hastily set up returns counter. Behind me you can see the long line of citizens returning processed food products. There has been some ugly conflict this morning centering on Bio-Sustenance’s promise to refund in full the cost of items. Bio-Sustenance has since relaxed their requirement for receipts and proof of purchase and have announced they will refund, no questions asked.

You will recall that Bio-Sus lodged their extraordinary recall after an incident in their production plant which necessitated the involvement of a Port Security Crime Scene team. Rumors have swept Adana about the possibility that a body has been found in one of the protein vats…

Wait, there seems to be a disturbance in the crowd… I’ll try and get some audio …
Port Security personnel are vigorously retraining a man down at the end of the line. I’ll attempt to get closer …

“Stalks … he had eye stalks!”
“Sir… sir!”
“The body in the vat, it had eye stalks.”
“Move along, move along, nothing to see here.”
“I’d like to have a word with that man … sir, what do you mean he had eye stalks?”
“Agh!!!”
“I said move along or do you want a taste as well?”

As you saw viewers the man has been hit with a stunner, he has fallen to the floor, his body convulsing. He’s now being carried away by Port Security officers.

If you’ve been following the news this morning the claim by the man we’ve just seen neutralized by an overzealous Port Security officer must be very disturbing from the point of view of the Wis family.

I’m on the line now to Gogan Privet, head of Port Bio-Security about this turn of events.

“Gogan, thanks for joining me. What’s the gist on the body in the vat?”
“My pleasure, Holly. I’m able to confirm for you this morning that a body was indeed found in protein vat line number three of the Bio-Sustenance. Holly I hasten to add that due to the sterilization and bio control procedures routinely followed by Bio-Sus there is absolutely no danger posed to the general public by this incident.”
“Then why recall the food processed from this base food material from the vat in question?”
“Just a precaution Holly. Our analysis shows there has been absolutely no contamination of the final food base product.”
“That’s good news, anyway.’
“Absolutely. Holly, may I say I wanted to give your viewers the absolute facts concerning any potential threat to our food supply and so I apologize for the apparent delay in getting back to you.”
“I understand, Gogan. I thank you for your candor.”
“I believe that people in my position have a responsibility to provide factual information so that the public have confidence in their administration.”
“How is your bid for re-election to the council going, by the way?”
“Well Holly, it’s early days yet, but I’m hopeful. I believe I’ve done a good job during this last term.”
“I understand that one of your competitors has dropped out of the race because of poor polling after a little gaff about water recycling.”
“Holly, what can I say, except that in this job you have to know your chemistry.”
“Gogan, can you confirm that the body in the vat was a Mendovian?”
“That’s correct, Holly. The body was of a male Mendovian, in his mid thirties I suspect, no identification papers so an autopsy will be performed, of course, to ascertain identity and cause of death.”
“Does it look suspicious, Gogan?”
“Oh yes, great violence was done to the person in question.”
“How long had he been in the vat?”
“Vats, Holly. Vat line three consists of fifteen vats and our man was in more than one.”
“Oh.”
“He’d been submerged two, maybe three days.”
“Gogan, earlier this morning I was talking with the wife of Ernhard Wis, a Mendovian who has been missing for three days. He was in his mid thirties, one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, brown hair, brown eyes. Does this resemble your body?”
“I examined the body, of course, in order to take samples to compare with what we took out of the vats, so I can say, with a fair degree of certainty, that we can rule out your man, my body has green eyes.”
“I’ll pass this onto his wife, she’ll be greatly relieved.”
“I dare say she will. Holly, I have to go, the results of your Fedoran fart are coming in. I had to delay that analysis to accommodate our vat man.”
“I understand. Thanks Gogan, I look forward to the results.”

There you have it viewers, the Bio-Sustenance food scare has been lifted. Gogan Privet has confirmed there is no danger to public health as a result of this macabre occurrence.

Our search for Ernhard Wis continues however and if you have any information as to his whereabouts then please do not hesitate to contact either Port Security or the Adana Observer.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Bio-Sustenance: food you can trust.
To learn more about how Bio-Sustenance ensure the highest standards of food quality visit us on spaceportnet at spn.bs.org

Breaking News! #13
Shocking story of robot abuse

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

This is Robert. He is an android, Model RBT42. As you can see he has one leg missing as well as some fingers and toes and his arms have been dislocated from his shoulders. I’m reminded from history of the injuries meted out to victims of the Spanish Inquisition which tortured and abused its victims. Robert’s memory and higher order AI functions have been disrupted and I assume this was done to protect the abusers from identification.

He was scheduled for termination and meltdown a few days ago and on seeing him advertised on the ASGS Found Items site I decided to purchase him from Cosmina Ney, a registered scavenger.

You may be wondering why I bought a robot in such a state of disrepair. It’s not because I need company, it’s not because I have a compulsive shopping disorder and no, I do not belong to an android rights organization.

A few weeks ago I heard rumors about organized robot abuse. At first I didn’t believe it. I asked myself the question why would anyone bother to torture an expensive piece of equipment such as Robert. Even in his present state Robert cost me quite a few credits.

This is a recorded interview from a few days ago. As you can see we are in a robot repair shop and I’m speaking to Cindy Sherman, licensed robot repairer who has kindly been working on Robert for me.

“Well, Cindy, what can you tell me?”
“Hi Holly. Robert’s been through a fair bit I believe. The physical problems I can repair, the modulators will have to be replaced which will set you back a bit, but there are some good second hand units on the market I can obtain for you.”
“What about his AI functions. Will he be of any use to me?”
“Well, here’s the thing Holly. When his memory was wiped, they botched the job. They damaged the delicate crystalline structure by flushing it with an alternating si waves instead of a direct si wave. As a result his basic hardwired programs, his instincts if I can make that analogy, were damaged. That means even if he had his other leg he wouldn’t be able to walk properly and even with modulators in his arms he wouldn’t be able to use them. He can’t do anything actually, not even talk.”
“Oh dear.”
“That’s why whoever did this dumped him, Holly. It was beyond their skill to repair the damage so they just trashed him.”
“What about his memory?”
“Well, there they made another mistake. By using the alternating si wave they knocked out his deep programming and mistakenly thought that since he couldn’t respond to them he had no surface, or matrix memory either. Of course his short term memory still exists but I must admit it is very disrupted.”
“I was hoping to ask him what happened to him.”
“It’s a good thing you came to me because I’ve been able to identify some remnant memories and I’ve hooked him up to a voice synthesizer and I’ve tinkered with his response capabilities and been able to salvage some of his logical and temporal sequencers and the like.”
“So I’m not really talking to Robert?”
“That’s hard to say. Your questions will extract responses from the memory matrix, whether or not his prior personality will still be tied to that matrix after the botched wiping is fifty, fifty.”
“Let’s give it a try, shall we.”
“I’ll just power him up, there he is, go ahead Holly.”
“Hello, Robert, can you hear me?”
“I’m not deaf, just fucked up.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“You should do your hair differently.”
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s a shambles.”
“Before your accident, Robert, were you by any chance a hair dresser?”
“Maaybeeeeeeee”
“Okay… how were you damaged, Robert?”
“Bitch!”
“I’m sorry?”
“What a bitch!”
“Who attacked you?”
“Bitch!”
“Where were you attacked, Robert?”
“Rainbow bitch couldn’t do a good color if she tried.”
“Who did you belong to?”
“Freak! Of course I got a cock! It works too. Want to see?”
“Robert, what are you remembering right now?”
“Fight? I’ll rip your dick off!”

That was a couple of days ago. I’ve returned to Cindy to see what progress she’s made in clarifying Robert’s memory.

“Cindy, I’ve been very disturbed about what Robert said to us the other day. I had the impression he’d been involved in some form of aggression which implies that his non violence programming has been tampered with which is very disturbing.”
“That’s right Holly. My deeper analysis reveals that his memory received at least two si wave washes. The first to alter the non violence programming and the second was where they botched it, leaving the alternating si wave on when they attempted to wipe his memory.”
“So someone reprogrammed Robert to violence?”
“Seems like it.”
“Any luck identifying his previous owners?”
“None I’m afraid. His ID plagues and serial numbers that I’ve found belong to at least three dozen other robots.”
“You mean he’s made of spare parts?”
“And old ones too. I’ve checked the spare parts register, he predates all of them.”
“So his origins are a mystery then?”
“That’s right, Holly.”
“Is Robert able to speak with me today?”
“I’ve tried to reactivate his logical sequencing and etiquette program, we’ll see how he goes, but I expect there’ll be only fragments of memory.”
“Hello Robert.”
“Fix your hair for Phong’s sake.”
“Will you help me fix my hair.”
“Sure honey.”
“Robert, can you tell me how you were damaged?”
“Fight me! Three rounds and I’ll knock your fucking head off!”
“Robert, have you been fighting?”
“Need a perm?”
“Who did you fight Robert?”
“A protein treatment might help, but not much.”
“Robert, who ripped off your leg?”
“I won’t fucking throw in the towel, come here you android prick!”
“Robert?”
“Uh-oh, he’s gone into automatic shutdown … the memories are just too disturbing for what’s left of his matrix.”
“Well, thanks Cindy. See what you can do for him.”
“Sure will.”

Well viewers, as difficult as it is to believe, there is an organized robot fighting syndicate, something similar to an ancient cock fighting ring, right here in Adana. I’ve heard of such perversities outlawed in the central systems and it’s disturbing to see that they have finally reached Adana.

The danger posed by robots that have had their non-violence programming removed is obvious. I’ve asked the head of Port Security for comment and I hope to receive one in due course.

In the meantime, if you have any information regarding this dangerous, I hesitate to call it a sport, then please do not hesitate to contact Port Security or the Adana Observer, where your anonymity will be respected.

Also, don’t forget, power plant worker Ernhard Wis is still missing and his family would appreciate any news of his whereabouts.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Cindy’s Robot Repair – routine maintenance, repair and programming to suit all your needs – ‘personal needs’ robots a specialty. Licensed Robot repairer 890. Call for a free quote on intranet crr36492664

Breaking News! #14
Level 7 gym deserted while BDSM parlour rakes it in.

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m standing in the deserted gym on level 7. Behind me is the very ring where, over the years, many a mighty Colossus has slugged it out with an equally robust Atlas and baying crowds, thirsting for blood, have cheered as each powerful blow has left its bruising mark on human flesh.

Along the walls one can see holograms of some of Adana’s champion fighters, one of whom is Ernhard Wis and there, beside him, with his own place on the wall, is his son, Yoch, a junior champion in his own right.

And here is a poster promoting an upcoming fight, scheduled for next Saturday between Enrhard Wis and Montague Moss, who is billed as the green eyed monster from Mendovia …his jade eyes perched atop his eye stalks looking particularly threatening.

You’ll notice that a CANCELLED sticker has been plastered across the poster.

Following my uncovering of a robot fighting syndicate operating on Adana I’ve come to the gym to see what I can find out about the technicalities involved in getting robots to fight each other. However, as you can see, the gym is deserted. I’m told this is unusual at this time of day. Usually there are dozens of boxers of all ages being put through their paces; training, sparring, getting rub downs with the smell of liniment thick in the air.

Where can they be? Searching for their lost friend perhaps? One can only hope.

Viewers, I’m just walking down the catwalk here to a BDSM parlour conveniently located next door to the gym and rather eloquently called Your Pain is My Pleasure.

Viewers are warned that they may find some scenes distressing and younger viewers, well, you should be in school right now.

There is a Riz Gitto Security officer standing at the door who, as you can see, has welcomed me with a broad smile and is holding the door open. He is one of a plethora of vermillion uniformed security guards that have been popping up all over Adana.

“Thank you, officer. Are you a boxer by any chance? I notice that you obviously work out.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Did you used to work out here at the gym?”
“Not lately. Too much work on.”
“I see. Where do you think everyone is?”
“I can’t say, ma’am.”
“Thanks, is Lola in?”
“I believe so, ma’am.”

I’m meeting with the Lola,the manager ofYour Pain is My Pleasure, in the exotic and expensively furnished reception area of their establishment.

“Thank you for agreeing to take me on a tour, Lola.”
“My pleasure, Holly. I watch your show all the time even when we’re playing.”
“How gratifying, now Lola I understand business is booming.”
“Absolutely, our membership has doubled in the last three months.”
“What do you put this sudden rise in popularity down to?”
“The quality of the service, Holly. We guarantee as much pain or as much pleasure as you can stand, and more if you want …”
“I understand. Is that screaming I can hear coming from that room?”
“Absolutely. Someone’s have a wailing good time.”
“It sounds like it. What sort of services do you provide?”
“We have the traditional bondage and discipline, domination and submission, not to mention sadism and masochism for every species that live on Adana. We also have Virtual BSDM which, as it implies, does not involve actual physical sensations.”
“What’s the most popular?”
“Oh the real thing for sure. There’s nothing like the lingering sensations and physicality of real pain.”
“I’ll take your word for it. What’s this?”
“Oh, you’ve picked a real goodie there Holly. It’s an authentic torture rack.”
“Like they used in the Spanish Inquisition?”
“Exactly, except with some modern improvements. Apart from the bondage aspects and the stretching we have neural stimulators for the genital and erogenous zones. We have a zenite as well.”
“What’s that? I don’t think I’ve heard of a zenite.”
“It’s a small device that is inserted into body orifices and is programmed to seek out those internal pain centers or, if your interests run that way, pleasure centers.”
“It stimulates pain centers while the person is stretched out of the rack?”
“The feelings of helplessness and submission are amplified that way.”
“Zenites are legal, I assume.”
“Absolutely. They are carefully programmed and, if things aren’t to your liking, easily extracted.”
“Not, I gather, if you’re on the rack.”
“Quite so.”
“What are these shackles hanging from the ceiling?”
“They are our strappado bondage sets, the experience seeker has their hands bound behind them and their wrists are raised towards the ceiling. This forces them to bend forward and lower their head, creating a sublime sensation of helplessness and exposure.”
“Are zenites used in strappado as well?”
“If the experience seeker wishes it.”
“I see a wide assortment of paddles, whips and other restraints. Are some of these electronic?”
“The electronic whips are quite delightful, though most are the old fashioned type.”
“Do many of the boxers from the gym sample your tortuous delights?”
“I think they get their share of sadomasochism in the ring, Holly.”
“Do you have androids here, Lola?”
“I have several.”
“How do you get them to inflict pain on your clients?”
“Oh no. They don’t work in that capacity, Holly. They operate the clerical and accounting side of the business.”
“I see. Though I bet some of your clients would like to beat the shit out of a robot from time to time.”
“They’d have to bring their own android for that. Even I couldn’t afford to have an expensive robot damaged.”
“Any idea what’s happened next door at the gym? It’s deserted.”
“It’s been like that for a couple of days.”
“I saw a Riz Security Guard at your door, why the need for such heavy security?”
“We guarantee the safety of our clients, Holly. That’s why we’re the most popular establishment in Adana.”
“I can well believe it. Thanks Lola for the instructive tour.”
“My pleasure. I hope to see you here one evening to sample our delights.”
“I’ll think about it.”

There you have it viewers. A former popular gym is deserted, and a BDSM parlor right next door is a hive of activity. I’ve tried to contact Biff Conlon, President of the Adana Boxing Federation for comment but I’m told he departed Adana yesterday for a meeting with the Allied Central Boxing Federation in order to secure Adana’s representation at the next Olympic Games. Good luck Biff.

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Only you know what you really like, and only we know how to give it to you. Come to Your Pain is Our Pleasure and take advantage of our introductory membership package. Call Lola on intranet pp8729463 or check us out on spn.yourpainisourpleasure.org

Breaking News! #15
Port Security too busy to defend Adana from violent robots.

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’ve had the good fortune to run into Riz Gitto, retired head of Port Security and CEO of Adana’s newest private security firm and I’m asking him to comment on Port Security Commander Kala Dacolteir’s extraordinary response to my requests for an interview.

“What do you think, Riz?”
“Well, Holly. The Commander has the responsibility of providing for the safety and security of the ten thousand or so inhabitants of Adana. It’s a big job.”
“Is she up to it do you think? Is that why your security firm has become so visible lately? Can’t Port Security handle it alone?”
“I’m just satisfying a need, Holly.”
“I understand your reluctance to be critical of a former colleague, the one who replaced you, but I can’t help but feel that the Commander’s response is, well, Riz, is she under too much pressure?”
“I have the utmost confidence in her ability to do the job.”
“I read on your spn site that you’ve quadrupled your security personnel over the last two months.”
“That’s right, Holly. It’s been a busy time. I’m very proud of our achievement.”
“I can’t help but notice that your expansion comes hot on the heals of the increase in Port Authority crime statistics.”
“As I said, Holly. I’m just satisfying a need.”
“What do you make of the Commander mentioning that Kitali are stealing zappers? I was not aware that their pilfering had reached that stage.”
“There have been some scattered reports, but I can’t fathom it either.”
“Tell me, Riz, do you believe that a syndicate tampering with robot anti-violence programming poses a significant danger to the citizens of Adana?”
“Well, Holly, I’ll have to side with the Commander on this. Of the range of problems she’s handling right at this minute, a sport of this kind, no matter how distasteful it may appear, would be way down on my list as well. Unless it escalates, I wouldn’t be devoting too many of my meager resources to deal with it, not with civil unrest at its current high levels.”
“I guess uncovering the depth of potential threats is my job.”
“And you do it so well.”
“So, with me handling the investigations, and you handling security at the coal face, the Commander can sleep easy and be assured that Adana is in safe hands.”
“I couldn’t possibly comment on that Holly.”

There you have it viewers. In the public interest we’ve decided to publish the Commander’s intranet response to my requests for an interview. The full communication can be found on our spaceportnet site: spn.TAO.org

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Sleep soundly with Riz Gitto Security at your door. We have a wide range of security options to choose from. Call now for a free quote on Intranet rgs7528769

Breaking News! Day One

2007-12-23T02:36:00.000-08:00

Breaking News! #1
Riot suppressed at Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers.

Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

The office of the ASGS were picketed this morning by representatives of the Fedoran Friendship Society protesting against the Guild’s restrictive and discriminatory employment practices.

A spokesperson of the group says that the Guild’s “…outrageous policy of not employing Fedorans must stop!” I spoke to Jaspy Ficus amid the chanting protesters. “Today it’s the Fedorans who are refused employment opportunities,” he said. “Tomorrow it could be you.”

The small band of protesters was quickly dispersed by Guild employees brandishing sonic whips. I spoke to Zweep Dollevera, Sentient Resources Controller, ASGS and asked him the basis for his clearly discriminatory practices.

“Holly, discrimination is a harsh word with very negative emotional connotations. Our decision not to employ Fedorans has been based on a clear and rational assessment of the occupational health and safety risks posed to our existing employees, customers as well as the general public.”

I pressed the imposing member of the Dollevera ‘brothers’, who, as a ‘family’, have been the victims of such discrimination in the past, to elaborate.

“This is not about us, Holly. It’s about our duty of care. We have recently lost two employees due to a situation involving a Fedoran and I don’t want to lose anymore.”

He was referring to the deaths of two assembly line workers last week in what has been called an industrial accident and is currently under investigation by the authorities.

When pressed further the usually taciturn and controlled executive directed his anger on your dedicated reporter. “Look, Holly, I don’t appreciate what you’re doing. You know as well as I do that we went out on a limb to employ a Fedoran in the first place. After last week no one can doubt the problems they pose.”

I asked whether the problems concerned the Fedoran’s personal hygiene.

“Listen Holly, we accommodated the fact that they breathe methane, okay? We did that without a problem and we provided the appropriate breathing equipment. But no one told us and it’s not anywhere in the Species Environmental Risk Assessment Protocols, and I know because I read the damn things before I employed him, that they farted cyanide gas!”

I attempted to contact the small Fedoran Community for comment however a prerecorded intranet message indicated that due to extreme embarrassment there will be no comment at this time.

This is Holly Barberossa observing for the Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
Paid Advertisement:
For the best bar & grill this side of the Haze, go to the Haze Bar & Grill, Level 3, Eastside. Intranet: th 8639260
©2007 Holly Barberossa

Breaking News! #2
Zondiran runs amok on level 6.
Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

A brave bystander neutralized a dangerous Zondiran who’d moments earlier had demolished a Port Security team on the level 6 catwalk.

The area is in chaos as Port Security tries to regain control of the scene. I spoke to a visitor to Adana from one of the outer systems Tino Yosiph who was assaulted by the disturbed Zondiran.
“I heard Adana was a rough place but I never thought I’d be in the middle of something like this.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“Like everyone else I was heading down to the Scavenger Guild sale when this guy just barrelled past me like a randy miner after a Nil-Raja. After that I didn’t see much, I was on the deck, ya know? I saw someone go over the edge then this big guy just laid into him. Best bit of fist work I’ve seen since the heavyweight bout of ’08. It was double f, you know what I mean?”

The civic minded bystander who showed Port Security how to pacify a belligerent was unavailable for comment. Neither was Commander Kala Decolteir, head of Port Security who has to date been reluctant to comment on Adana’s rising crime rate.

This is Holly Barberossa observing for the Adana Observer.

The Adama Observer, for all your news.
Paid Advertisement:
Important Announcement: Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers showroom on Warehouse Level 7 has just upgraded security for your shopping comfort. ASGS: we’re here to serve.
Advertisement authorized by K. Dollavera, Marketing Controller, ASGS.

©2007 Holly Barberossa

Breaking News! #3
Anti-Fedoran riot outside Fedoran community residence.

Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m standing outside the Fedoran community residence. I will not disclose the location as anti-Fedoran hatred has flared its ugly head here in Adana, long considered to be the paragon of multi-species communities.

ASGS representative, Zweep Dollavera has been roundly condemned by Port Authorities for releasing details of an industrial accident on their production line last week which involved a Fedoran worker and has sparked these ugly scenes.

As you can see the angry anti-Fedoran protestors have gathered outside the residence dressed in pressure suits and breathing apparatus to avoid exposure to deadly cyanide gas. So far Port Security, no doubt having a busy day, have not yet responded to numerous calls for assistance from frightened residents.

I have not had time to get protective gear myself but have risked exposure to bring you this breaking news.

I’m speaking to Pothos Ambergue, a long time neighbor to the Fedorans. “Pothos, can you tell me what it’s been like living so close to Fedorans given what you have learned about them today.”
“They are lovely people. They moved in just a few months ago but they are very respectful and quiet neighbors.”
“So you have not experienced any ill effects from exposure to their alleged emissions?”
“Not at all. In fact the day they moved in, the grandmother, lovely lady she is, knocked on my door and borrowed a can of baked beans. She went out of her way to tell me that they stopped them farting.”
“Did you think that was a strange thing for her to say?”
“Well, no, come to think of it. Maybe I should have, now that you mention it.”

I’m on the line now to Gogan Privet, head of Port Bio-Security about the Fedoran fart issue.
“Well Holly. It seems your investigation has revealed something important about Fedoran physiology that has not been previously known to science.”
“I have? Well, thank you Gogon. What exactly has my investigation revealed?”
“I suspect that within the Fedoran gut enzymes contained in baked beans act as a catalyst to break down the precursors necessary in the production of the cyanide gas and thus rendering the Fedoran farts harmless.”
“Gogon, I have to ask this, was Port Bio-Security aware of this problem?”
“Absolutely not, Holly. I believe the Fedorans have kept this aspect of their physiology a secret to prevent unnecessary fear in the communities in which they find themselves. Rest assured that I have this moment instigated a Bio-Security investigation into the fart mitigation capabilities of baked beans.”
“Thank you Gogon for responding so readily to my requests for an interview.”
“My pleasure Holly.”

I’m now speaking to Jaspy Ficus who is leading the anti-Fedoran protest. “Jasper, weren’t you protesting on behalf of the Fedorans this morning at the ASGS offices?”
“That was before you revealed the truth, Holly. How were we to know the Fedorans are a danger to everyone in Adana?”
“Does the revelation that baked beans are the solution give you any heart that this situation can be resolved peacefully?”
“Not at all, Holly. This is just another Port Authority blunder and we’ll be marching on them later this afternoon. This level of incompetence is unacceptable in this day and age.”

So, there you have it. Ugly scenes of species disharmony outside the Fedoran residence. I’ll report again as the situation develops, wait …I’ve just heard that K. Dollavera, Marketing Controller, ASGS, has just made an announcement that the Guild of Scavengers will donate a thousand kilo consignment of premium baked beans to the Fedoran community to assist them in this time of need. K. Dollavera said he, “… hoped this act of generosity will defuse an explosive situation. ASGS we’re here to …”

This is Holly Barberossa observing for the Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For live vision of Holly Barberossa’s report go to The Adana Observer on the spaceportnet at spn.TSG.org
Paid Advertisement:
Premium Baked Beans: the savior of Adana available now at Beth’s Groceries on Level 7 Intranet: bg 3508274
©2007 Holly Barberossa

Breaking News! #4
Reporter faces death during secret meeting with fugitive Fedoran.

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m speaking to you now from loading dock 34B. I have been led here blindfolded after a secret meeting with fugitive Fedoran, Arquot Goinis, former employee of Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers.

Earlier today I was invited to the secret meeting with the diminutive Fedoran by a friend who refused to be identified on the condition that the meeting be recorded rather than broadcast live as Arquot feared being tracked and apprehended by Port Security. There is an all points bulletin out calling for his immediate arrest, for a crime, he says, he did not commit.

Here is an unedited recording of my brief encounter with Arquot, who you will recall, wears breathing apparatus as he requires a methane mixture to live. He is speaking through an automated translator fixed to his helmet and I apologize for the substandard quality of the audio.

“Arquot, did you kill those men with your fart?”
“My smellies do not kill.”
“It is alleged that your farts contain deadly cyanide gas.”
“No, my smellies do not kill.”
“If that is true, then why have you fled from the authorities?”
“I not understand fled.”
“Why have you run away?”
“They lie. Cyanide not harmful.”
“Is there cyanide in your farts?”
“Only good cyanide.”
“What do you mean, ‘good cyanide’?”
“Not hurt you. I show you.”
“No Arquot, no!”
“See?”
“Aghhh!”
“See?”
“Just let me catch my breath for a moment. Arquot that brought tears to my eyes.”
“See, you not dead.”
“Have you had your beans today?”
“No, I wanted to show you good cyanide no kill.”
“Well, it doesn’t kill, exactly but it could certainly incapacitate someone for a few minutes.”
“Me, how you say, boxed.”
“Boxed?”
“Framed?”
“Framed? By who?”
“Me not say, me not want bad cyanide in my beans.”

The interview was ended at that point. This sealed container, filled with a Fedoran fart, was given to me to pass onto Port Bio-Security for analysis. I have Gogan Privet, head of Port Bio-Security on the line.

“Gogon, is there was such a thing as ‘good cyanide’.”
“I’m glad you asked me that question, Holly. In fact cyanide is a common product of biological systems. Cyanide compounds can be found in apple seeds, apricot pits, passion vines, soil bacteria and species of invertebrate organisms produce cyanide compounds usually bound to sugar compounds in the form of cyanogenic glycosides. May I add that cyanide is used in many mining applications supported by Adana as cyanide solutions bond easily with metal ores allowing their easy extraction.”
“I see. You’ve heard Arquot’s claim. Is it possible that the cyanide in his fart is not toxic?”
“I’d have to have it analysed, Holly, but from your own brave experience I’d say it is probably harmless, well, semi harmless at least.”
“So his claim that he has been framed is possible?”
“Holly, I’d have to leave that to Port Security to decide.”
“Thanks for your time, Gogon.”
“Always a pleasure Holly.”

Zweep Dollavera of ASGS has not yet responded to my request for comment on the possibility of a deadly criminal attack aimed at the ASGS plant possibly linked to recent underworld activity uncovered by this reporter.

This is Holly Barberossa reporting for the Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
For more information on Cyanide: Friend of the mining industry, go to the Adana Chamber of Commerce site at spn.ACOC.org
©2007 Holly Barberossa

Breaking News! #5
MAMA deplores Nila’s blow job booth : demand authorities ban immoral business.

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

I’m standing here at Nila’s blow job booth, one of Adana’s better known tourist attractions, which, in the opinion of many I have canvassed, adds a touch of spice to the otherwise banal and pragmatic culture of Spaceport Adana. Behind me Nil Raja carry on their ancient craft providing a much needed, and might I say much appreciated, service to miners and space farers who, recently relieved of their onerous and dangerous off planet duties, sate their physical needs before entering mainstream life in civilised Adana.

I’m speaking to Neve Rinmygob, President of the Movement for the Adana Moralist Agenda, or MAMA for short, who is asking both citizens and visitors alike to sign a petition to ban the booths which have become so much a fixture of this corner of level 7.

“Neve, may I ask how many signatures you have gathered so far?”
“Thirteen, so far Holly.”
“That’s the membership list of MAMA, is it not?”
“We have to start somewhere, Holly.”
“Of course. What has been the reaction of passerby’s so far?”
“This is an awareness raising exercise, Holly. Mars wasn’t built in a day, you know.”
“Is it true you have been threatened by patrons of Nila’s blow job booth?”
“Which is exactly what I’m saying, Holly. The presence of such a … such a … “
“Service?”
“Abomination was the word I was looking for. Just its presence lowers the moral standards of people who witness it so that violence towards people such as ourselves is increased.”
“Surely the presence of people such as yourselves, with your insulting banners and such, incites the violence rather than Nila’s. I understand from Port Security statistics this section of level 7 is underrepresented in crime figures. One security officer even told me that in his opinion its presence here actually decreases crime across the whole level.”
“Holly, you surprise me. By that logic every level of Adana should have such a place.”
“Neve, I believe the Chamber of Commerce is looking at such a proposal at the next chamber meeting … Neve? Neve? Ah, someone? Can I have some medical assistance here?”

It seems the possibility of an expansion in Nila’s business activities has brought on a heart attack for our moral activist.

Behind me, within that cluster of bystanders, you see the heroic actions of one of the Nil Raja who is attempting mouth to mouth resuscitation. That cheer seems to indicate success. Yes, I see Neve’s eyes opening. She appears a little disoriented, finding it hard to focus on anything, she’s smiling at the Nil Raja … her eyes clearing and at last she sees the face of her savior … wait … there she goes again!

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Dental Dams, “Expect those unexpected moments.” Available now at Pete’s Erotica Boutique, Level 7. Intranet: peb 8937120

Breaking News! #6
Dramatic rescue on level 25!

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

At 1400hrs this afternoon Spaceport Emergency Services received a Triple ‘0’ emergency signal and homing in on the beacon located an elderly citizen who had trespassed in Level 25 Life Support industrial zone.

Behind me you can see the SES team dismantling an narrow air-conditioning vent in order to release the octogenarian trapped inside.

I’m speaking to Commander Tet Solenin, SES Shift Leader who was first on the scene.
“Commander Solenin, is this a common occurrence?”
“I’m afraid it is Holly. At least once a month an old timer like this goes ‘eldorado’ and gets himself in a tight spot he can’t get out of.”
“Eldorado? Can you explain to my viewers what that is exactly?”
“Certainly Holly, there is a persistent and completely unsubstantiated rumor that somewhere on Adana is a great treasure hoard, the takings of the Kitali. I reiterate, Holly, there is no evidence for such a thing and I think it’s a sad state of affairs that the old timers get carried away with this delusion. They are usually fueled by liquor and their escapades often end in tears.”
“Where do these eldorado myths originate?”
“Old Scavengers mostly. It’s a real shame Holly, as half the time we don’t find the old timers in time. They die alone as this gentleman would have had he not been able to call for help.”
“Thanks for your time, Commander.”
“My pleasure, Holly.”

There you have it viewers. Eldorado does not exist … or does it? Have you ever wondered what our Kitali friends do with our baubles that they so cunningly purloin? Well I have, and I decided to go to an expert on Kitali behavior. I have Felidae Panthera on the line.

“Felidae, thanks for speaking to me at such short notice.”
“No problems, Holly. I enjoy your show immensely.”
“Thank you, now what can you tell us about the Kitalii?”
“Gosh, where do I start?”
“Given what’s going on behind me, is there any truth in this eldorado story?”
“I can’t really say, Holly. None has ever been found … yet it is surprising that most of what they take is never found.”
“Felidae, why do they steal?”
“Steal is a pejorative term, Holly. It suggests the Kitali know it is wrong to take what doesn’t belong to them. I prefer the term, collect.”
“Are they sentient?”
“That’s a good question, Holly. So little is known about their physiology or intelligence.”
“Yesterday one was cunning enough to snatch a compact out of my bag and I’m sure it was closed at the time.”
“They are quick and with their opposable thumbs they have great dexterity and can open all sorts of things.”
“Are they a danger?”
“They’re not vicious, neither are they friendly. Aloof is a good description of their demeanor.”
“Are there many of them?”“Estimates vary but there is a substantial population on Adana. There is a move to start a capture and release program to neuter the males to ensure against a population explosion.”
“No wonder they’re a bit skittish.”
“Holly, they hunt a wide variety of vermin and are very useful to us for that reason and with their big ears and long hind limps and that graceful loping gait I think they are really quite cute.”
“Do you have one as a pet?”
“Oh Holly, I wish. Kitali rarely bestow their affections on humans. It would make my day if one befriended me.”
“Thank you Felidae, I hear some action behind me, I think our treasure hunter has been released.”

The medvac team are about to load the old timer onto the ambucart. I’ll try to get a comment.
“Sir, sir, may I have a word.”
“Are you Holly?”
“Yes I am. What’s your name, sir?”
“Horri Jenks, J.E.N.K.S. I watch you all the time. Great show.”
“Thanks, Horri. Now tell me. What happened to you?”
“I feel a bit foolish, now that I’ve had time to think about it. I saw a Kitali lift a shifting spanner and I followed him. He led me a merry chase and when he got into the vent I followed. It was bigger at the end I climbed in, of course, but by the time I realized it narrowed down it was too late to go back. I was wedged tighter than a … well you know what I mean.”
“So how did you manage to make the triple ‘0’ call in that narrow vent?”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t?”
“No, the little fella came back when I got stuck and lifted the communicator right out of my shirt pocket.”
“So you didn’t call triple ‘0’?”
“Nope. The little fella played with the keys and ten minutes later the SES arrived.’
“Horri, are you telling me the Kitali saved your life?”
“Well, it could have been dumb luck … I suppose ….”

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Lose something valuable? Then the Lost Property Division in the Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers showroom on Warehouse Level 7, may be the answer you’re looking for. ASGS: we’re here to serve.
Go to the Lost Property page of spn.ASGS.org and you may find what you’re looking for.
Advertisement authorized by K. Dollavera, Marketing Controller, ASGS.

Breaking News! #7
Crime wave breaks over Port Security!

Eye witness report by The Adana Observer’s award winning reporter, Holly Barberossa.

Alarming reports of increased criminal activity on and about Adana Spaceport have leaked out of the Port Authority. An unnamed high level source has revealed to me that piracy activity in the outer rim has spilled over to the major space lanes and criminal elements have breached Port Security’s screening protocols and actually entered Adana.

Once again I have been unsuccessful in obtaining a comment from Commander Decolteir, head of Port Security. A spokesman reiterated the standard line that Port Security is doing its duty though this reporter is not alone in noticing a heightened degree of criminal activity over the last few weeks.

I’m speaking with Riz Gitto, retired head of Port Security and CEO of Adana’s newest private security firm. We are standing outside Security Headquarters where a small band of vocal protesters, led by Jasper Ficus, have gathered to demand better policing and I apologize for the quality of the audio.

“Riz, what’s your expert take on the crime situation here on Adana.”
“Well, Holly, first I want to say that I have the greatest of confidence in Kala Decolteir and her ability to deal with the security of Adana. It’s a difficult job and she deserves the support of every Adana citizen and visitor.”
“Is crime on the increase here on Adana?”
“I believe it is.”
“What’s behind it, Riz?”
“It’s a case of rats deserting a burning ship, Holly. The Alliance security forces have cracked down on space piracy and their focus on cleaning up the central systems has caused a ripple effect passing through the galaxy. As a result the rats have escaped the heat and come out here to the outlying systems.”
“What sort of criminal elements are we talking about here?”
“Across the board really: petty crims, illegal drugs dealers, slavers, enforcers, contract killers, smugglers, pirates and remnants of organized crime syndicates looking for local business opportunities to wash their credits. We can also expect bounty hunters who are tracking down some of these criminals. They themselves pose security issues for us as they seldom respect local ordinances.”
“So, interesting times ahead?”
“You could say that Holy.”
“And what of the revelation that our own security screening protocols has more holes than a colander?”
“Many of these undesirables have access to quality forged identity papers and many do not actually have criminal records.”
“My source said that it wasn’t a case of the barbarians being at the gates, in fact, they are just walking through and are already inside with us.”
“Holly, since civilization began there has always been criminal elements, yet civilization persists. To maintain control, we need to be vigilant and resolute.”
“Thanks for your time Riz.”
“My pleasure Holly.”

Zweep Dollervera has also declined to be interviewed regarding the startling allegations of the former Fedoran worker who has made the as yet unsubstantiated claim of being framed for the deaths of two other ASGS workers. Surprisingly, K. Dollavera, Marketing Controller of ASGS contacted me and requested the following interview.

“Thank you for inviting me, er, K.”
“My pleasure Holly. I watched your broadcast earlier today and wished to address some of the damaging issues you raised.”
“Which issues specifically, K?”
“The Amalgamated Spaceport Guild of Scavengers is a highly ethical and transparent organization. We are here to serve …”
“K, may I remind you that this is not an advertisement for ASGS. I can give you the intranet number for our sales department.”
“Holly, your reports have been wildly inaccurate and I wish to redress some of the more glaring errors.”
“Your welcome to K. Now, allegations of a turf war between ASGS and organized crime have been made by an individual who believes he was framed by the perpetrators of violent gas attack on your production line. Is it true that certain criminal elements are trying to muscle in on your scavenging monopoly and have resorted to violence to further their aims?”
“Those allegations are completely untrue, Holly, and I advise you not to spread them with such a flagrant disregard for … for …”
“Yes K? A disregard for what?”
“The truth, Holly.”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out, K. That’s why I ask questions. I can’t help the answers people give me and, speaking of answers, what exactly was the cause of the deaths of the two workers on your production line? If the cyanide gas didn’t come from your Fedoran worker, where did it come from?”
“That accident is still under investigation and your reports earlier this morning and wild allegations are not assisting.”
“Did ASGS frame the Fedoran?”
“Of course not! Holly that’s a terrible accusation to make. I …”
“I just asked a question, K. Is this the first attack on ASGS?”
“It’s not clear that this was an attack, Holly.”
“So you have a lot of cyanide gas mushrooming over your production workers do you K?”
“Of course not ….”
“So, if it wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t a Fedoran fart, then what else could it be, if not an attack from an organized crime syndicate?”
“Holly, you’re making a mistake. Until the findings of the accident investigation team are released you can’t be jumping to conclusions and spreading unsubstantiated rumors. All that’s important right now is that ASGS is open for business and we’re…”
“I know K, I know. You’re here to serve.”

This is Holly Barberossa, observing for The Adana Observer.

The Adana Observer, for all your news.
For vision of Holly Barberossa’s other reports go to The Adana Observer at spn.TAO.org
Paid Advertisement:
Sleep soundly with Riz Gitto Security at your door. We have a wide range of security options to choose from. Call now for a free quote on Intranet rgs7528769

The Body Politic reviewed by Paranormal Romance

2007-09-28T21:03:00.000-07:00

Nicole Harvey from Paranormal Romance has just reviewed The Body Politic, here's what she ahd to say:

"a great werewolf love story"

As most know, having two alphas in the same bed doesn't go well at all. They both want to have her but don't want to share. And it doesn't help when both of the Alpha's can't stand each other. If much more happens before they figure out what they are going to do, someone will get hurt badly. Serena's alpha males are ready to rip each other apart; she is trying to keep peace, to keep the two men from killing each other. Serena knows they must find a way to live with each other and soon. It is bad enough with them both fighting. It has made it extremely hard for her to grow used to her wolfen skin; the two men are not making it easy at all. And on top of all of that the full moon is coming and the feelings of the quickening are taking her and her hormones, which is overwhelming.

Serena just can't take it any more. She is extremely overwhelmed to where she must get away or she will go crazy. Serena escapes to a resort that tailors to werewolves. But no matter where she gets away to Catriona Molyneux finds her. Catriona is a socialite who wants to make her the next Prime Minister. As she becomes more and more overwhelmed Serena needs something, she needs her two men more than ever. If this isn't enough, other dark forces are determined to stop Catriona from getting what she wants, and that is Serena as Prime Minister. What will Serena do? If it was hard before to get used to who she was, things have gotten much much worse. Will the two men come to terms that they must get their petty crap under control, or lose the best thing the two of them have ever had, Serena? Will Serena let politics take control of her life? Or will she fight for what she wants and needs, a life with her men, a peaceful one?
This author took a story that many have done before and set it flying. Mikala Ash wrote one of the best werewolf love stories that I have read in a long while. The turmoil between the three of them, the fights between the two male alpha's had just became to much for Serena. Will her men get a clue that their fighting is tearing Serena apart and that they needed to pull themselves together as a team for the woman they love. It was just a damn great story with twists and turns that will blow you away. I look forward to seeing what she will write next.

Reviewed by Nicole Harvey

Posted September 28, 2007

SUMMARY

Wolf in a gilded cage…
It is not natural for two alphas to share the same female, let alone in the same bed. Serena’s alpha males can’t stand one another. The two hunks are only a claw’s width away from ripping out each other’s throats.
Serena’s trying to avert bloodshed while learn how to live in her new wolfen skin. And as if that’s not enough, the full moon is approaching and the quickening is taking hold of her hormones.
Overwhelmed, Serena escapes to an island resort for werewolves. Unfortunately, she’s followed by the vivacious Catriona Molyneux, socialite extraordinaire, who is determined to make Serena the next Prime Minister. Other forces, dark and malignant, are equally determined to make sure Catriona doesn’t have her way.
Will Serena once again sacrifice herself to politics? Will her two lovers let her?

Killer Attraction OUT NOW from Whispers

2007-09-28T17:15:00.000-07:00

My erotic werewolf thriller, Killer Attraction, is out now from Whispers Press.
Check it out here:

http://www.whispershome.com/index.html

Story Summary:

It’s the night of the full moon and Justine’s blood is quickening with lust. Succumbing at last to the primal forces that coarse through her veins, she trolls the night, looking for anonymous sex. Romantic love, she believes, is no longer within her reach.
There’s a murderous lunatic running amok in the city and Detective Michael Greene is hunting the killer. He sets a trap, luring the fiend into his grasp with feminine bait.
Love of another sort draws Justine into the net and beneath the pale moonlight, where their paths intersect, violence, love and death embrace.

Excerpt

The cop watched me closely as I pressed the victim’s neck, stemming the flow of blood. So, she was a policewoman and this charade an elaborate trap to capture the Full Moon Murderer. My blundering about in the dark may just have saved Simon from their clutches, and saved some policeman’s life into the bargain. When cornered, werewolves can be fearsome things.
In the harsh light of his torch the dogberry’s face had a jagged look about it; deep set eyes, bushy eyebrows and well formed lips. It was a face with character, I thought, and my libido went into overdrive. Despite the threat he posed, or maybe because of it, my nipples had hardened inside my blouse and the heat in my pussy went up a few degrees. He was fit and strong, his pheromones potent, and I wanted him like none other.
“Do you mind telling me who the hell you are?”
“Justine Price.”
“And what the hell are you doing in here?”
“Hopefully saving this woman’s life.”
“I mean in the park.”
“Research,” I said off the top of my head. I hadn’t considered a cover story.
“What the hell?”
“I’m a freelance journalist,” I lied. “I’m writing an article about the murders.”
“Jesus Christ. You could have been killed.”
“Sorry if I mucked up your trap. I didn’t realize you were a dogberry.”
He reacted to the disguised insult, which surprised me. Not many cops would recognize the name of a Shakespearian fool if they fell over him. “This is not ‘Much Ado About Nothing’,” he said through clenched teeth. “Three women have died. If we’re lucky, Officer Meyer will pull through. She may have gotten a good look at him.”
I stilled my reaction to his rebuke. He was right, this was serious, though I doubted Officer Meyer would have anything useful to contribute. She’d have an impossible story of being attacked by a wolf.
On closer inspection, her wounds were superficial it seemed to me. Simon hadn’t a chance to do any real damage. He’d swiped her across the face, knocking her unconscious. She’d have some deep scars, which was a pity. From what I could see in the torchlight, Meyer had been pretty.
I took a deep breath. My body was vibrating with desire like a violin string. Panic stirred in my belly. I had to get away from this dogberry before I betrayed myself. “Well, I’ve had enough excitement for one night,” I said. “I’m off home.”
“Not so fast. Did you see anything?”
“Not really. Just shadows.”
“I distinctly heard you yell, ‘Get away from her’. Who were you talking to?”
“Just a shadow. He was crouching over her and scrambled away, so I didn’t see anything at all.”
“Scrambled?” His voice was surprised as I hoped he would be. “He didn’t stand up? You don’t know how tall he was?”
I shrugged. “No, sorry. If I didn’t know any better, and I know it sounds crazy, I would have said it was a dog.”
“A dog?”
I’d said it as doubtfully as I could, planting a seed. “Listen, I just saw shadows, okay?”
His features contorted into a frown. “Her wounds do look like scratches, don’t they?”
“It couldn’t be a dog?” I asked innocently. “Could it?”
The paramedics arrived and shoved us unceremoniously out of the way.
The cop took me aside, his hand gripping me by the elbow, and led me up the path towards the gates and the waiting police cars. I let him guide me though I had to restrain myself. Despite my lust for him, I don’t like being pushed around by humans. Few wolfen do.
He asked me a few more perfunctory questions. I tried to calm my buzzing heart so I could concentrate. It was like a curtain had smothered my conscious mind, and out of the slumbering brain my beast was clawing its way out. A wave of vertigo swept through me. I was afraid of losing control. I closed my eyes and counted till the dizziness passed.
When I opened my eyes he still filled my whole field of view, silhouetted against the cool lights of the city’s skyline. He was tall, built like a swimmer with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He hovered over me as he took a look at my driver’s license and wrote down my address and phone number. An eager colleague called him back to the scene of the crime and he growled in frustration. He escorted me to a police car and told a policewoman to drive me home despite my protests.
“Thank you for giving Officer Meyer first aid,” he said.
“Don’t mention it.”
“I may have some more questions at a later date.”
“I’d be glad to help.” I was eager to get away. As I climbed into the patrol car I gazed up at him. “I’m sorry about the elbow. But I didn’t know who you were. You smell like Falstaff.”
A laugh escaped him. “Sorry about my disguise.”
“It was very good. It had me fooled.”

Hope you enjoy!

Cheers from down under

DARKE SECRETS released soon by Whiskey Creek

2007-09-07T17:35:00.000-07:00

Tara Renee from Two Lips Reviews has reviewed Volume 37 and rated it at four and a half lips!

Darke Secrets by Mikala Ash
Killian is a police officer called in to investigate a suspected murder attempt. Fearing that the call is just the ramblings of an old woman looking for attention, she nevertheless goes to the house where she and her partner walk into a woman struggling with a man. The woman resists arrest and assaults the officers so that they have to take her into custody even though the man refuses to press charges. Killian returns the next night while she is off duty and it isn’t long before she and Michael, the man assaulted in his home, are going out to dinner and then spending the night in bed. The next day several secrets come to light that will determine the fate of this couple.

Darke Secrets is an enjoyable story by Mikala Ash. I was kept on my toes wondering what the true cause of the assault Killian walked in on was. The story has a fast pace and a wonderful flow. Killian and Michael have an undeniable chemistry and some deep secrets that will surprise you. This is a definite must read story.

Raven by Susan M. Sailors
Lorelei is visiting her friend at college when she meets a man named Raven in Edgar Allen Poe’s dorm room while sightseeing. Raven is a student who does paranormal investigating on the side. He and Lorelei spend time talking about haunted buildings and before they know it Lorelei must meet up with her friend. She and Raven spend several months talking on the phone getting to know one another better. She makes plans to visit him and the two have an amazing night of passion that takes them by surprise. They soon learn that their lovemaking might have had a ghostly purpose.
Raven is a fun, romantic story by Susan M. Sailors. The relationship between Raven and Lorelei develops gradually and with a strong basis in friendship. Their love scenes are touching and steamy creating a wonderful heat in the story. Raven left a smile on my face and I recommend it to all.

The Body Politic released !!

2007-07-21T16:09:00.000-07:00

The Body Politic was released on Friday July 20, the 38th anniversary of the Apollo 11 landing. That motivated Lexxie and I writing the free story to go out on the same day on the loops.

It was a lot of fun.

In Space, No One Can Hear You Come

2007-07-21T15:55:00.000-07:00

To Celebrate the release of Mikala Ash and Lexxie Couper's new books, The Body Politic and The Boundaries: Awakening - and the 38th Anniversary of the Moon Landing, Lexxie and Mikala would like to share with you all a free story, about two Aussies and a moon mission with a twist..... We hope you enjoy it......

In Space, No One Can Hear You Come
A Free Sci-Fi Story
by
Lexxie Couper and Mikala Ash

Ned Cockstrong turned from the portal, his cock a straining rod of excitement in his space suit. Holy shit. They’d done it. Two fucking Aussies had landed on the moon. Okay, two Aussies and an American commander, but hey, two Aussies all the same. And the world had said it’d never happen.
He grinned, casting the lunanaut beside him – the Aussie lunanaut beside him – a long look. “So. One small step, and all that, ‘ey?”
Bess Alderan rolled her eyes, pulling an exasperated face, even as she tried to hide her own grin. “We’re about to step foot on the moon, Ned. Surely this is the time to have a little decorum.”
Ned laughed, leaning forward to flick at the perfect tip of Bess’s right nipple through her suit. “Hey, you’ve been sleeping with me for how many months now? Decorum and Ned Cockstrong don’t go together.”
Bess shook her head. “You’ve got that right.”
Ned flashed her a grin. “Fair Dinkum.”
“Enough of the chit-chat,” a stern voice snapped behind them and this time, it was Ned who rolled his eyes. “It’s time to get to work.”
Commander Adams – USA veteran NASA to the core – stood, hands on hips, physically fit female form even more perfect in her skin-tight suit, glaring at them. The world had issues with two Aussies in space, non more so than Commander Adams. Which, in Ned’s opinion, was a bloody shame. She was built.
“Alderan, you’re working on the glitch in Life Support. Cockstrong, you’re with me.” Blue eyes flashed. “Get to it. Double time.”
Ned snapped off a cocky salute. “Yes, Sir.” He threw Bess a grin, feeling jazzed regardless of their Commander’s oppressive nature. And zero personality.
***

Record of secret Senate Committee hearing into the loss of Tranquility Base; Senator W. G. Shrub presiding. (Documents released to the public domain in 2049AD after mandatory thirty year delay.)

Transcript of evidence provided by Lunanaut, Lieutenant Bessy Alderan, Life Support Specialist, the only surviving crew member of Tranquility Base.

Senator Shrub: Lieutenant Alderan, in your own words, please describe what happened from the time you arrived at Tranquility Base and how a two billion dollar lunar outpost was totally destroyed. Be as candid as you wish. Remember you are under oath.

Lieutenant Bessy Alderan: Well, Senator, it all started so well, though I had a funny feeling about the mission as soon as we touched down. I mean, I couldn’t believe Ned’s face. His eyes were glowing with excitement and the way Ned was grinning I could tell he was thinking, “Bite me, you wankers!”

We’d both received a bit of stick from the others at astronaut survival school, you know, the first Aussies on the moon type stuff. There were jokes about us hopping across the surface like kangaroos and silly stuff like that. We were bigger than that, of course, and it was a kind of victory for us, though the training kept us flat out like lizards drinking. It was a special day too, being the fiftieth anniversary of the first landing at Tranquility, we thought we were pretty damn good.

Ned was highly aroused and I could see his cock tenting his spacesuit, which is no mean feat, these suits are like armor, but I mean, I know first hand how his cock is like a rod of steel.

Commander Adams was a ‘by the book’ type of astronaut. At first I didn’t think Ned liked her much, but I turned out to be wrong on that one. I thought she was really, really good. I mean, she was a veteran, she’d been to the moon twice before. I thought she was just the bee’s knees, the way she piloted us down and she was sexy to boot.

***
The South Arm of Tranquillity Base was but a few yards from Central Command and housed the Power Grid. Ned knew the way blindfolded. Shit, he’d walked it blindfolded numerous times during training, but the path there this time… there was something well worth keeping the blindfold in the back pocket. The Commander’s ass. Ned studied it, watching the firm muscles bunch and flex with each stride she took. Damn, it was fine. The perfect size to grab and bite. He pulled in a steadying breath, picturing its toned form under his palms, imagining its perfect cheeks spread, visualizing his cock sliding into her tight, puckered –
“The Eo-Capacitor is registering a flux in the high-risk range,” The Commander said, jerking Ned’s attention from her ass to her face. “Address it.”
Ned ground his jaw. Bess thought the Commander was the bee’s knees. His partner in space admired everything about the American. On a level Ned was convinced Bess wouldn’t admit to, he reckoned Commander Adams pushed Bess’s lesbian buttons, but to him, the Commander was just a pushy bitch. A bloody hot looking pushy bitch, but a pushy bitch nonetheless. When she spoke to him like he was a rookie imbecile – like she was now – he wanted to throw her against the wall and teach her a lesson.
“Is there a problem, Cockstrong?”
Ned fixed the Commander with a level stare, and noticed for the first time since meeting her at the beginning of training back on Earth, a glint in her eyes. A smouldering, hungry glint. A beat thumped in his temple. And his cock.
The Commander looked at him, hands fisted on jutted hips, long, toned thighs spread slightly. “Well?”
Ned had always lived his life by his instincts. He’d sworn never to doubt what his gut told him to do. Right at that point, at that moment, his gut was very adamant about his next course of action. It might get him jettisoned into space, but fuck it, he wasn’t about to change now.
He destroyed the space between he and the Commander in a step. Grabbing her wrists, he threw her against the wall, driving his tongue into her surprised mouth and his cock against her hot pussy. She fought him. For exactly four seconds. And then her tongue lashed his and her right leg wrapped around his hip, locking their bodies together.
Ned’s head swam. With lust and excitement. He dragged his hands from the Commander’s wrists, down her arms to capture her perfectly pert breasts, pinching her rock-hard nipples poking at the tight spandex of her space suit with his knuckles.
“Oh, you fucking bastard!” Commander Adams growled into his mouth, her teeth closing down in his bottom lip. She shoved her sex to his cock and tangled her fingers in his short hair. “I’ve wanted to teach your arrogant Australian ass a lesson since I first met you.”
A wet, hot bolt shot to Ned’s rigid shaft. What lesson the Commander thought she was going to teach was beyond him, why he needed to be taught a lesson even more so, but he wasn’t going to argue. The woman was his commanding officer, after all.
Before he knew it they were both naked, the Commander on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his shaft.
“There’s nothing like getting a blow-job from a superior officer.” Wasn’t that what Jack Nicholson drawled in ‘A Few Good Men’? Or something like it, anyways. Ned knew part of the rush consuming his body was the fact she was his superior, but that wasn’t the sole reason. She was good. Very good. Her tongue and teeth knew exactly what to do. He felt a wet, hot tension squirming through his balls, making his spine tingle and the sole of his feet burn.
Fuck. He was going to cum.
He grabbed her arms and yanked her to her feet. He didn’t want to cum in her mouth. Not yet anyway. He wanted to cum in her cunt.
He shoved her to the wall, pinned her wrists beside her head and rammed his cock into her sodden pussy.
Pump. Pump. Pump.
Her cunt took it all. She yelled at him. Bellowed orders, her nails digging into his shoulders, her breath shallow. “Harder, Cockstrong! Harder! Faster!” He obeyed. Bloody Hell, did he obey.
His balls slapped her ass cheeks, his cock filled her sex. He ground his teeth, biting back a scream of rapture as, in scalding spurts of thick cum, he erupted.
The Commander joined him, her cunt milking him in powerful constricting pulses. She threw back her head and cried out, the raw sound tearing Ned’s own control. His scream of release joined hers and he completely lost his rhythm.
But not before, with a very distant, very pleasure-fogged part of his consciousness – he noticed a weird line of mist, like directed smoke, curl through the space outside the portal. There one moment, gone the next.
Ned sucked in a sharp breath, and then the Commander grabbed his head and shoved her tongue in his mouth and that was the end of any conscious thought at all.
***

Transcript of evidence provided by Lieutenant Bessy Alderan, continued.

Anyway, after we powered down she got us to work straight away. That first six hour shift was grueling and we completed all our assigned tasks ahead of time. I was working outside alone on life support issues and Commander Adams and Ned were working together on the power grid.

Though I was tired, I was as randy as hell. Ned and I had been fucking each other all the way through ASS, um…, Senator, that’s short for Astronaut Survival School. We were the only Aussies there, so we sort of stuck together, literally.

Anyway, I found Ned in his dome. He looked knackered too, but he had that JBF look I knew so well.

What Senator? Um, JBF is astronaut slang for Just Been Fucked. It’s like SNAFU and FUBAR, um, well Senator, the first stands for, ‘Situation Normal, All Fucked Up,’ and the second stands for, ‘Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition’.

Yes, I can see you’re taking notes, Senator.

I automatically assumed that Ned and the Commander had got it on. He denied it, but I could tell. He quickly jumped into his little shower cubicle, a sure sign of a guilty conscience, and came out dripping and naked except for a towel.

But I was too randy to care, and the thought that he’d been fucking someone so impressive as the Commander kinda turned me on. I ripped off his towel and pushed him back on his bunk. He fell really slowly in the one sixth gravity, I remember laughing about that before I climbed onto his lap.

Being on top is my favorite position and I like to say, “I may come from down under, but I like to cum on top.” Silly, I know, but hey, we’re all silly when we’re randy.

You’re never silly, you say, Senator. Good for you.

Anyway, my nipples were so hard I had to tear off my t-shirt, because it was too tight. My pussy was so wet it was embarrassing, I mean I was dripping for a good shag. Um, SHAG is Aussie lingo for a fuck, Senator. No, no, S.H.A.G., yes, as in carpet.

Anyways, I ground down on his groin like there was no tomorrow, and noticed that Ned was slow to rise, which confirmed my suspicions about him and the Commander. Ned’s cock has remarkable stamina, so I was kind of impressed by the Commander’s technique, to have taken so much out of him. So I had to spend some time giving him CPR, a bit of mouth to cock resuscitation, if you know what I mean.

You don’t? Um…, what I mean is I gave him a BJ. That’s astronaut jargon for a blow job. Yes, Senator, I’m talking about oral sex but I wasn’t doing much talking, if you know what I mean.

Ned’s cock is, how do I say… big. Long, thick, heavy, you name the dimension, it was just big. And the perfect shape too… anyway, I opened wide and took the bulbous head into my mouth. I just love the heavy feel of it on my tongue and the silky softness of the flesh that covers the steel like shaft.

He moaned and maneuvered my head back and forth in a steadily increasing docking maneuver. He likes me to deep throat him and then withdraw completely and then swallow it whole again, making a popping sound with my lips.

He lowered his hands to my tits and rasped my aching nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I almost creamed myself at his knowing touch and took my mouth away from his rod and quickly straddled him.

I was hot and wet and his docking probe slid easily into my docking sheath and… I’m sorry Senator? You want me to use less technical jargon? Well, okay. My pussy was so wet with lust, his cock slid into my open slit with no impediment. How’s that?

Okay, well I rode him like there was no tomorrow. I mean, one sixth gee is fantastic, much better than zero gee because at least you have some point of reference, so I rode that big mother six times as hard as I could back on Earth and before you knew it I’d popped my cork.

After my fifth orgasm I slowed down for a bit of a breather and though Ned was still as hard as the regolith outside the dome… I’m sorry Senator? REGOLITH is what we call the lunar surface rock, so what I meant by the analogy was that Ned’s cock was still as hard as rock. Okay?

So, he was still damned hard and felt so good inside me but I knew he wasn’t going to cum. The Commander must have drained his propellant tanks dry, if you know what I mean. You don’t? I mean his balls were empty, Senator. He had no more jism to spare. Okay?

Oh, that’s spelled, J.I.S.M.

Well, I sort of flopped over him and we kissed for awhile then there was this almighty bang. Geeze, Houston, did we have a problem or what?

Sorry, that was a joke, Senator. Yes I apologize. It wasn’t very funny. Yes it was a great movie, Senator.

Anyways, a bugger of a big meteorite had hit the dome and blown a hole about the size of your fist in the carbon fiber wall. The air escaping the dome created a mini cyclone as it leaked out to vacuum.

Yes, that’s right Senator. The moon has no air, so all the air in the dome went WHOOSH.

The emergency doors locked down tight, so the rest of the base was safe but we were going to die anyway, and die horribly. In a total vacuum our bodies would blow up like a balloon and explode.

Ned was always a quick thinker, and selfless too. You know what that big lug did?

Well, yes I know that’s why I’m here, Senator, to tell you what happened. It was a rhetorical question.

That’s R.H.E.T.O.R.I.C.A.L, it’s a, well it’s … I’ll get back to you on that, Senator.

Anyways, Ned just backed his caboose right up to that hole and sealed it with his right buttock. No butts about it Senator. It was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen. And he was on the shadow side of the dome too, so it was a hundred below out there, so his bum went numb quicker than you could say, “Honey, does my ass look too big in this dress?”

What did I do next?

I called him the biggest ass I’ve ever seen. No Senator, I wasn’t insulting a hero, it was a joke between friends …

Anyways, the next thing that came to my mind was kiss that good old boy on his lips. That’s when I noticed the effect danger had on Ned. A lot of guys are sheilas when it comes to danger… sheilas, Senator is an Aussie word for a girlie girl.

S.H.E.I.L.A.S

But not Ned, he’s no sheila, let me tell you. Danger turned him on and I swear, his hard on was even harder and stronger than when it was inside me not two minutes before.

I just had to give that regolith cock a kiss.

Ned said I better do something more constructive than swallowing his cock. So I gave him another kiss to be brave and told him I’d go look for some sealant to patch the hole.

That’s when the Commander arrived to investigate. She saw me giving Ned’s cock a goodbye kiss and suggested I better do something more constructive, given the emergency situation we were in.

I must admit I grumbled a bit at her ‘hoity toity’ attitude … um, that’s a superior attitude, Senator, and I say that because I noted that she was already taking off her flight suit as I headed for the storage dome. She slammed his door behind me, the bitch.

***
Ned squirmed. Not just because his arse was hanging out in space and getting bloody cold, but because the two women in his life were staring each other down. Yet even that foreboding sight couldn’t squash his arousal. His cock felt harder than a pole. Like it was a molten rod with a life and purpose of its own. He’d been horny since he’d landed the honour of being part of the mission, but not like this. Sixty seconds after sticking his butt to the hole in the carbon fibre wall, an unexplained heat seemed to lick at his flesh and then – whammo! – his body was charged with lust and hunger and ravenous needs. He’d never wanted to fuck so badly. Put it down to being a hero and saving Bess and the Commander’s life, but he was ram-rod hard and ready to roll, even if both women were about to tear each other apart.
He was just about to say something – although what still hadn’t come to mind – when Bess flipped the Commander a snarky salute and left.
“You impress me, Cockstrong,” the Commander said, walking toward him, her eyes fixed on his rampant erection, her fingers already unzipping her space suit. “I shall have to put in a good word for you when we return to NASA.”
Ned raised an eyebrow at her, the squirming in his body growing stronger. Different. “I’m getting the feeling there’s something else you’d like put somewhere, Commander.”
Her blue eyes flared. “Watch the impertinence, Cockstrong, or I’ll have to reprimand you.”
Ned grinned and his cock pulsed. Once. Twice. “Tough words, considering I’m sticking my arse out for you.”
The Commander flicked her gaze up to his eyes for a second. “I’ll kiss it better after,” she promised, before, with a fluid grace he knew came from years of NASA training, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.
Blistering heat roared through him. Radiating from the bulbous, throbbing head of his cock, into his swollen balls and up his spine. Her tongue rolled over the distended shape, flicking at it, licking the beads of pre-cum squeezing from the slit at the very tip. She raked her nails up his braced legs, taking possession of his balls in her hands, squeezing them with brutal force that sent shards of both pain and pleasure deep into Ned’s gut. He ground his teeth together, smashing his fists to the wall beside him. The heat in his groin was unbelievable, the worming tension like a living entity consuming him, possessing him with insidious haste. Fair Dinkum, he felt like he was no longer in control of his body. Like he was –
The Commander plunged her mouth deeper down his shaft, deep-throating him in the very way Bess did, tugging on his balls as she did so.
A roar burst from his lips. An undeniable hunger surged through him, followed by an image of the Commander’s long, toned and perfect legs spread before him, her sex glistening in the muted light, her blood oozing from the gaping wound in her upper thigh…
Ned blinked. Huh? What the fuck?
The Commander withdrew a little and nipped his cock with her back molars. A surge of something dark and malevolent tore through Ned and he bucked. Wildly.
Breaking the seal his arse cheek had made. Lunging at the woman at his feet.
Fuck. He was hungry and she was the perfect meal.
The Commander squealed, flung backwards by Ned’s abrupt, violent action. She landed with a thud on her butt, the sharp click of her teeth snapping together like a gunshot in the rushing artificial air. She glared up at him, fury in her face, her hair whipping about her, lips parting to no doubt scream at him, when he smashed into her, flattened her to the floor and bit those lips right off her face.
Sweet, sweet blood flooded into his mouth. Down his throat.
He drank it in, wolfing down bite after bite of Commander Adam’s flesh. The air roared past him, rushing to escape through the meteorite-damaged wall. Equipment, paperwork and items of clothing flung past him but he didn’t care. It didn’t affect him. It was like he existed outside the laws of human physics. He no longer needed to obey anything as trifling as human laws. Not now. Not when he was more than human. Nothing mattered but the powerful hunger surging through a body once controlled by an Australian lunanaut, and the delectable, delicious female beneath him. A female kicking and struggling to be free of his embrace. A female struggling with her fading life.
Ned grinned into her torn neck. She’d see the light soon. Stupid human that she was. Struggling only made her blood flow faster. Only painted him in its glorious crimson stain quicker. She was dead. She just didn’t know it yet.
He ripped a chunk of sinew and muscle and flesh from her shoulder, swallowed it and moved onto one sublime breast, his stomach growling. The human inside him – the human no longer in control of its body - had always been a sucker for white meat…
***
Transcript of evidence provided by Lieutenant Bessy Alderan, continued.

I don’t know what transpired between the Commander and Ned while I was gone, though I can guess. I bet you can too, Senator. Yes, Senator, they may have indulged in a little hanky panky.

What was that, Senator? What would I say to a little hanky panky? Well, I’d say, “hello, little hanky panky,” why?

Anyways, I had to suit up in my EVA suit and go out to the supply dome, get the sealant and return, which I did pretty damn efficiently. Besides, I wanted his big hard cock back in my cunt, PDQ, that’s pretty damn qui…, oh, you knew that already.

Luckily I decided to keep my suit on when I reentered the base. When I got back to his cabin about fifteen minutes later, I saw Ned eating the Commander.

Let me back up a bit. When I opened Ned’s door the air started rushing out. I stepped in and slammed the door shut. The reason the air rushed out was that Ned had removed his damn buttocks from the hole in the wall.

No senator, he wasn’t muff diving, when I say he was eating the Commander, I don’t mean sexually. I mean he was chomping away on her.

She was dead, D.E.A.D. Also she was naked, lying stretched out on the bed. I saw that JBF glint in Ned’s eye, so I knew they’d been fucking and he must have got carried away.

He was munching on her left leg. He’d already devoured her right leg, left arm, and her head. Blood was everywhere, it looked like a blood bank after an earthquake.

I can only assume that some sort of murderous alien entity had taken over Ned’s body through the hole in the dome. The pernicious thing probably accessed his body through his butt. Ned looked at me, and I knew that look from old. He was randy, and the way he licked his lips I could see he was hungry as well.

Senator, ASS just didn’t prepare me for a SNAFU like this one. Everything was FUBAR and I’m just a SHEILA, when it comes right down to it, so I high tailed it back to the supply dome PDQ.

I had the advantage because he had to suit up. I guess his body was still human and he needed the suit to survive in a vacuum. I got to the dome and found some seismic charges. It only took me ten minutes to set them around the domes and start the timer.

But I wasn’t quite quick enough to get away. Ned was just too fast. I’d reached the top of the ladder when he got me.

He was outside after me and caught me as I climbed up the ladder of the Escape Module. He grabbed at my leg and I kicked at his beautiful and terrible face.

***
Bess was already up the ladder to the Escape Module when Ned caught up with her, the scent of her flesh in his nose, despite the annoying human respirator he wore. He saw her scale the ladder, her legs pumping like pistons, her arse – that wonderful, beautiful arse he’d caressed and kissed and fucked so many times – bunching and flexing with every rung she cleared. He stared up at her, licking his lips, tasting her in his throat before his teeth even tore into her flesh.
The human that was Ned knew how delicious Bess tasted. The alien was frantic to try her for itself.
It lunged at the fleeing human, saliva flooding its mouth, a snarl rumbling in its throat. Its fingers wrapped around the female’s ankle, locked on the slender joint and it tugged. Hard.
The female squealed and the alien laughed, tugging again. Her grip on the ladder slipped. She faltered and dropped an inch.
The alien laughed again, fresh saliva coating Ned’s tongue, teeth and throat. And then, terror and fury in her eyes, the female – Bess, I used to call her Bess - struck at its face with her booted heel and it fell backward.
For a split moment, Ned Cockstrong hung there. In space. Staring up at the woman he’d seriously thought he’d spend the rest of his life fucking. An imprisoned human knowing his life was over. And then gravity – what little there was – grabbed him and he hit the regolith. At the exact moment the alien possessing him roared in rage and took over completely and utterly.
At the exact moment the lunar base erupted in an explosive ball of fire.
And Ned, lost forever inside his own burning body, smiled.
One small step for Man. One giant get-the-fuck-away for Bess.
Onya, Bess.
Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! O-
***

It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I mean, he was a great fuck and a mate and I loved him. But shit, he’d just killed and eaten the Commander!

He fell in slow motion, like the six million dollar man, and hit the regolith, that’s the … oh, okay and I took off just as the seismic charges detonated.

Yes Senator, I had to blow up the base, I had no choice. Yes Senator, I know it was expensive. Geeze, deduct it from my pay if you want, but even though he was the fuck of the century, I was sure as hell not going to leave that cannibal alive.

What? You have to be joking. You want me to lead a team of crack marines back to Tranquility Base and capture the alien for the army’s weapons division?

If I don’t, you calculate it will take me five hundred and fifty years to pay back the US government?

What was that Senator, you’d waive what I owe for a little hanky panky?

Geeze, when’s the next flight to Tranquility Base?

End of transcript.

Coming Soon: The Body Politic

2007-07-17T03:00:00.001-07:00

Five Angels for Rauni's Mistress

2007-07-03T00:35:00.000-07:00

Jean at Fallen Angel Reviews has awarded Rauni's Mistress with Five Angels!!

Here is some of what she said:

"... I liked this story a lot. It is definitely science fiction, with a strong sexual theme that is integral to the story. The novella is well plotted, and the action is fast moving. The characters of Talon and Roxy are complex and engage the reader’s interest; they have brains, too -- no “too stupid to live” hero or heroine to motivate the action in this plot! The story’s secondary characters are interesting in their own right; I find myself looking forward to a sequel or two in which Doc and Rachel and the others get a chance to tell us their own stories. The sex scenes are very graphic and erotic, but convey deeply felt emotions as well. Rauni’s Mistress is one of the better SF romances I’ve read so far this year!"

Reviewed by: Jean

Killer Attraction

2007-06-27T14:17:00.001-07:00

Coming soon from Whispers Publishing

A quick update

2007-06-27T01:02:00.000-07:00

I've been a bit quiet lately, hardly on the reader loops let alone updating Mikala's Missives, but to keep you in the picture:

I'm currently going the galley proofs for Darke Secrets to be published by Whiskey Creek Press as a Torrid Teaser.

I've also just completed a predit proof of Killer Attraction for Whispers Press.

The Body Politic, the second of my Lupus Populus werewolf erotica for Changeling, is going through the final motions for publication very soon.

I also submitted Silver Bullet to Changeling for consideration as a Hot Flash.

I've just started a erotic historical set in Whitechapel 1888, no prizes for guessing what it's about, but there will be some sexy twists.

I've completed a shapeshifter novel, working title: Escape, but it needs a fair bit of polishing to make it readable.

So, I'm exhausted just listing those, I have to say that writing is such fun.

Cheers from down under

Mikala

May Update

2007-05-18T01:19:00.000-07:00

I've been very busy of late, I'm 40,000 words into my paranormal, sci-fi adventure Escape which is going well.
Dogberry my werewolf romance has been accepted by Whisper's Publishing and I start on the forst round edits very soon, the first thing to do for it is a more romantic title.
It's all very exciting, and tiring.
I also completed another installment of Mikala's Tiny Tease a week or so ago, and will post it directly.
The Body Politic is out in August from Changeling, as is Darke Secrets with Whiskey Creek publishing.
I have to tidy uip my Christmas story for Changeling as well in the next few months.
I've had two interviews published, one in the Cheeky Changeling and one with my most excellent freind, Lexxie Couper.
It's all go here in Mikala World.

Cheers from down under
Mikala

CONTEST !!! Name a Ship !!!

2007-04-20T16:13:00.000-07:00

In my Rain Catcher series, of which Rauni’s Mistress (available now from Changeling Press) is the first, I have Tobin and his crew battling the Aqua Corp, a giant water harvesting corporation that employs underhand tactics, including pirates and assassins against the independent Water Catchers.

The stakes are high in this future world which is plagued by the effects of global warming; devastating droughts, rising sea levels and environmental refugees. The price of fresh, clean water is astronomical. Desalination Plants and Recycling feed struggling industries, but fresh drinking water is at a premium.

In the first episode… well, I won’t let the cat out of the bag, but there’s plenty of steamy romance and hot loving under very trying circumstances.

I need your help at this point.

I’m drafting the next instalment and I’m stalled in the midst of a dramatic confrontation in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I need the name of a ship, another Independent Rain Catcher, which competes head to head with the Rauni.

Her captain, the one-eyed April Joshua, is Tobin’s bitter enemy and a thorn in Tobin’s side. She’s tough, she’s beautiful and she’s not to be trusted. April Joshua operates on the wrong side of the law and she has designs on the Rauni not to mention Tobin who has a bit of explaining to do to Roxy.

So, I’m looking for a name of her ship, a giant Rain Catcher that is going to muscle in on Rauni’s territory.

Let your imagination run free and submit as many as you wish.

The Prize?

A Mikala Ash release of your choice: Rauni’s Mistress, A Slave To Lust, A Political Animal or Eden’s Reprise, or one of Steve Boiseman or Lexxie Couper’s Changeling Press releases.

Send your entries to: mikalaash@yahoo.com.au

Closing date to the competition is 10.00 pm, May 10, 2007 (Australian Standard Time)

Cheers from down under

Rauni's Mistress Coming Soon

2007-03-20T04:19:00.000-07:00

Here it is, the first in the Rain Catcher series: Rauni's Mistress

Slave To Lust get 4 Angels

2007-02-25T19:11:00.000-08:00

Science Fiction meets Queen of the Damned in Mikala Ash’s latest erotic paranormal. In a story that was electrifying and humorous I found myself laughing one moment and extremely turned on the next. Katsumi and Adon make an interesting pair with both of them susceptible to their raging lusts. Katsumi was a character, pretty self absorbed and a little selfish at times then turned out to be a woman you can’t judge at first glance. Evolving into more than the horniness driving her, she was an ideal partner for Adon who made me want to scream think with the big head once in a while. This is an interesting take on vampires in the future, and I think readers will be more than pleased with this savory novella. Reviewed by: Rachelle

Eden's Reprise nominated for Reviewer's Choice Award

2007-02-22T12:34:00.000-08:00

EDEN' REPRISE from Changeling Press

Eden's Reprise has been nominated for the 2006 ecataromance Reviewer's Choice Award !!!!!!

A busy February

2007-02-19T23:53:00.000-08:00

I'm on a roll.

Changelin Press has accepted my story idea, The Christmas Kiss, for release, um, at Christmas.

Rauni's Mistress is scheduled for an April release and I've subitted the blurb for The Body Politic, the sequel to A Political Animal.

I'm crossing fingers ... if Body politic is accepted ... that means I'll have 6 accepted this year, and it's still only February YAY !!!!!

I've been busy promoting Slave To Lust, so the more sales make more stories accepted down the track.

I'll get stuck into another installment of Evac from Lusty Seven to post as soon as possible.

I'm having a bag of fun.

Cheers from Down Under

Mikala

Evac From Lusty Seven - Installment Five

2007-02-03T03:31:00.000-08:00

Here is Installment 5 of my free erotic sci-fi adventure.

Enjoy and don't forget to leave me some comments.
Note it is unedited, so any snafus are entirely mine.

Mikala’s Tiny Tease.

Evac from Lusty Seven
By Mikala Ash
© 2007

A Sci-Fi erotic serial for the readers of Mikala’s Missives.

Installment Five

I awoke to butterfly wings caressing my naked flesh. My battledress was gone and I was lying on a warm, oily surface that undulated beneath me like a live thing. The only sound was a faint murmuring, a soothing whisper that accompanied the breathless lips that brushed my neck.
The hard nubs of my nipples ached, longing for a touch. The occasional breeze, stirred by some unseen movement above me, set them alight with throbbing desire. My skin shivered with each contact of the smooth dry lips and I imagined the fine hairs of my arms standing erect like a forest of cilia.
The juncture of my thighs was wet with desire and my clit throbbed with the beat of my heart. My stomach felt hollow and a perverse thought hammered at my brain. I wanted a cock inside me to fill the desperate void; a hard throbbing cock that would batter my cunt with unremitting thrusts of primal lust.
I struggled to open my eyes but the lids were heavy, so heavy. My arm wouldn’t lift when the rational part of my brain, that tiny corner so far unaffected by the flux’s sensual caresses, sent commands to brush away the insistent lips. My arms lay there like pipes of lead, the muscles dead but the flesh singing. Curious, I thought. My nerves are alive with sensation, but I can control nothing.
I remembered the wraith attack. My last conscious act had been kicking Weapons Specialist Robson before he could pull the trigger of the pulse rifle that he held to the Colonel’s head.
Mental note: the hypnotic influence of the flux is most potent when subjective levels of fear are at their maximum.
I replayed the scene. The wraith had me on the ground, its imaginary bulk upon me, smothering me like a heavy bear. I struggled against its malignant intent. When I looked into his slate gray eyes my futile resistance collapsed and I opened my thighs to the phantom’s knees. It was my Colonel who looked down at me, his luscious lips smiling; the scar on his cheek a livid white.
Robson was about to kill my lover and instinctively I lashed out. The marine cursed and fell. The wraiths pounced.
I saved the wraith! My rational mind screamed the accusation even as I moaned under the apparition’s gentle caress.
I am suddenly drawn back to the here and now, though that is surely a relative term. On both sides of my throat, finger tips graze the flesh, trailing down to my straining breasts. I shudder in anticipation. My nipples are burning and I inflate my chest hoping those fingers will end the agony. Cruelly they skirt the swell of my breasts, down my quivering flanks, into the dip of my waist and then over the flare of my hips. Behind those fingers my skin is a trail of liquid fire.
The agony of expectation releases a rush of juice in my waiting cunt. Instead of quenching my inflamed desire, the molten heat inside me adds to the furnace. My muscles are screaming to move. I want to writhe, to squeeze my thighs together, to curl into a ball, anything to end the agony of wanting something I cannot have.
The fingers inch their way towards my inner thighs. I want to open my legs to them so my clit can invite a touch but I cannot move. Possessing a power I no longer have, the fingers dig into my inner flesh and part my legs.
The cool air fans my dampness and in my imagination I see the Colonel’s elegant fingers glide over my sweating skin, moving inexorably towards my pussy lips. My sex is waiting, engorged with blood, pulsing with desperate longing.
And then there are lips encircling my nipples whose need, as I focused on my cunt, had become, like a toothache, a dull presence in the back of my thoughts. But now, the faux pressure of the wraith’s lips sent spasms of electric sensation through my chest.
Two sets of lips!
Instead of assuaging the agony, those lips and… yes, I can feel the tip of a tongue, no, two tongues now, flicking the very apex of my hard nubs, have actually increased the pain. I fear, nonsensically, that my nipples will explode.
The fingers have crept closer to my inner lips and again my awareness switches from my nipples to my pussy. My cunt is awash with my juice, the air a sultry miasma of sex. I want to thrust my hips forward to meet those advancing fingers, but I am still an immobile lump.
I moan involuntarily and a shudder sweeps through me. I try to speak but my vocal chords are frozen still. Curiously I have no idea what I intended to say.
Both sets of fingers are working in concert now, peeling open my outer lips sliding over the dewy flesh with ease and confidence.
I groan from deep within. The sound forces itself past my useless vocal chords through my throat and between my immobile lips.
The fingers push inward, knuckle deep inside the liquid pool my cunt has become. Their fingers slide against each other as they fight to find that spot within me that will send me into oblivion.
One finds it, rasps against the upper wall. I scream, soundlessly, because to really scream I’d have to be able to open my mouth.
I am falling as if the surface on which I lie is spinning. It is like a whirlpool and I am being drawn within its hungry vortex.
Inside me the fingers are battling to give me the most pleasure. They plunge deeper, reversing the angle so that they can fit even more fingers. My cunt is full, overflowing with juice and fingers.
A great spasm rips through my helpless body. I convulse in sheer ecstasy. My body is shuddering uncontrollably, not that I want it to stop, for the singularity of the whirlpool’s depths has strangely reversed itself and ejected me like some coral spore so that now I am soaring on the crest of a wave that will surely take me to heaven.
I am dying, I think.
The lips and tongues slide from my nipples up along my neck to my mouth. They force my lips open and the tongues enter me. I moan into their mouths and a crystalline explosion sends shards of actinic light to the very center of my being; opening me up like a cadaver on a spinning slab.
Mental note; the collective unconscious has an obsession with the desire for sex and the fear of death, our two most powerful motivators.
And suddenly they are gone. The tongues and fingers have left me and I am drifting downward like a feather on a dying breeze. It is so comfortable and safe I could stay here for the rest of eternity.
But it doesn’t last. I’m back on solid ground. I can feel it pressing into the flesh of my back. My eye lids fluttered open and I saw a strange fluctuating scene, like looking out on a mountain vista through thick glass with rivulets of rain distorting the images into wavy incoherence.
The Colonel was gazing down at me, his expression one of subdued excitement. Beside him is Weapon Specialist Robson, he is a little sad and I want to say sorry for kicking him in the knee. Behind him is beautiful Katja, naked as usual.
“Why?” I asked, not recognizing my dry raspy voice. “What do you want?”
They gaze dumbly back at me.
I know they are wraiths, products of my flux enslaved amygdala. How the flux, the bio-chemical manifestation of this strange world’s libidinal field works on the human mind is a mystery and, most regrettably, my mission. I’m the one responsible for finding out what makes it tick. It is my failure that has allowed so many to die.
Yet I live.
Why?
What does it want?
The Colonel smiles and his lips move slowly like an out of sync movie. “Everything, my little one, everything.”

To be continued.
© 2007 Mikala Ash

Slave To Lust Is OUT NOW

2007-02-01T13:57:00.000-08:00

Slave to Lust, my Sci Fi Paranormal adventure, set in the far, far future was published today by Changeling Press - I love the art work and I really appreciate the advice my editor, Dakota gave me - really tightened the story up and I'm quite pleased with it.

I'll post a teaser on the other reader loops sometime today.

Excerpt from The Body Politic

2007-01-30T02:22:00.000-08:00

This is the opening (unedited) scene of my work in progress The Body
Politic, the sequel to A Political Animal.

Readers may recall that Serena was bailed up on a cliff's edge by a
werewolf assassin and her two heroes, Jack Wolfe and Kelvin Waters,
were risking their lives to save her ... she couldn't let the boys
get hurt so she took the logical step ... The Body Politic picks up
the story a couple of weeks later ...

I stress the following excerpt is unedited ...

The Body Politic
by
Mikala Ash

In that predawn hour, home to surreal dreams and memories of the
most erotic sort, Jack Wolfe rolled over and snuggled into the warm
body beside him. His mind filled with the images, sounds and smells
of hard sex; the moans and screams of passion, the frisson of orgasm
that had shattered his soul like a crystalline explosion.
Serena.
Oh, how he loved her, adored everything about her; her scent, her
taste, the very warmth of her flesh. She was everything he'd ever
desired in a mate; intelligent, loving, responsive and she knew how
to please him too. He had never come so powerfully in all his long
life.
Jack's cock swelled with a flood of hot blood and, seemingly with a
mind of its own, it sought her moist slit. Firm buttocks welcomed
him, pressed warmly against his swollen sex. He reached out to
fondle her full breasts, his fingers searching, searching… ,
"What the… !" In an instant he'd leaped from the bed and was
crouching on the floor, a deep growl resonating in his chest.
Opposite him, Kelvin Waters was similarly crouched, snarling; his
face contorted in rage, his powerful $wolfen$ body poised for attack.
"Fuck you!" Jack hissed.
His teeth were unsheathing in his jaw, the razor incisors
extending. His bones and tendons cracked, joints and limbs
stretched. In only a moment he'd transformed into a beast of fur and
claw.
He growled menacingly at the other $wolfen$ who a moment ago had
been Kelvin Waters, disgraced politician and Serena's other lover.
Without breaking their death stares for more than a moment, the two
beasts glanced to the empty space on the bed, to where Serena should
have been.
This isn't right, Jack thought angrily. Two Alpha's do not share
the same female, let alone in the same bed!
Waters growled, his canines glistening white, his feral eyes
glowing with malevolent intent.
Now's a good a time as any, Jack decided. This had to be sorted
out. The muscles of his hind legs tensed, ready to spring...
"Boys!"
Jack held himself back and turned to face her, his teeth
retracting, tail and fur receding.
"Can't you two just try to get along?"
Jack glanced at Kelvin who had also returned to human form, the
rage in his eyes displaced by lust.
Serena stood at the bedroom door, naked, only a breakfast tray
obscuring her ample breasts. She grinned. "Coffee, tea or… "
They didn't let her finish.

****

At the end of my street ...

2007-01-17T03:48:00.000-08:00

... THERE IS A COMET !!!!

Comet McNaught is shining bright at the end of my street.

Absolutely gorgeous ...

Anyone else seen it this cosmic delight?

Slave To Lust

2007-01-05T19:28:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR

2006-12-29T14:38:00.000-08:00

Well, not quite but close enough.

It's been a big year, two stories published by Changeling Press, Eden's Reprise and A Political Animal and I thank everyone who read them and gave me such positive comments. Changeling has two kore under contract, Slave To Lust and Rauni's Mistress, both are the first instalments of a series and I'm looking forward to doing a couple of each in 2007.

Whiskey Creek have two under contract; Darke Secrets and Internal Reflections, the latter a novel and I'm hoping it will get into print, fingers crossed.

I've got two more stories in first draft form - Darke Sojourn and Sodom Revisited, aimed at Whiskey Creek and Changeling respectively and both are follow ons for the two short stories already done for them, sos again fingers crossed.
Gremlin World is another series I have planned - it has potential, I think.

So I have a great year, thanks to Lexxie and Steve and Karen, Dakota Cassidy, my editor at Changeling and, of course,all my readers.

Have a great NYE and 2007 guys.

Mikala

Mikala's Tiny Tease - Installment Four

2006-12-04T03:35:00.000-08:00

Mikala’s Tiny Tease.

Evac from Lusty Seven
By Mikala Ash
© 2006

A Sci-Fi erotic serial for the readers of Mikala’s Missives.

Installment Four

Weapons Specialist Pfc. Robson snapped the tether onto my belt, tested the connection and nodded to me. I noted how quickly his visceral carnality had been supplanted by cool professionalism. I wondered how long that would last once we were outside.
I tethered myself to Katja who gave me a resigned frown before kissing me quickly on the mouth. Then she snapped on her helmet, tested the tether and picked up her pulse rifle.
We checked each other’s weapons, helmet locks and carried out a terse communicator test. Giving each other an overly confident thumbs-up we readied ourselves at the hatch. Robson cycled the airlock open and we stepped out into the humid twilight of the forest.
Lusty Seven is an eerie place. The planet-wide forest consists of a bewildering array of plants and trees, the most impressive being the hundred meter giants that disappeared into the layer of yellow mist that swirled nauseatingly ten meters above the ground.
Squelching carefully through the sucking sludge we made our way to coordinates twenty-three fifty-six and took over from Beta squad. The trio were glad to see us and equally happy to get the hell out. They had endured four hours of mind numbing anticipation and were, one muttered under her breath, as horny as hell and needed to fuck each other’s brains out in the safety of the Dome.
Without a word we took up our position in a foxhole on the defensive perimeter. Robson checked in with the Dome and we settled down for our watch. A hundred meters from our position the sensors and robotic guns scanned the wall of trees and would, if the sensor fence was tripped, project a searing curtain of fire.
Robson sticks close by me, his desire tangible. His bulk shadows me from Katja who I desperately want to hold tight against me and gain comfort from her soft pliable body. God, I want her. I shook my head to dispel the unexpected thought.
Robson leans against me and I fancy I can feel his body heat through his battledress. It is an illusion, like my desire for Katja. They are the clear sign that the flux has a grip on my amygdala.
Silently I cursed the flux, the mysterious field that stimulates the sex and fear centers of the brain. I wish we had had more time to study it, to design and build a shield. But the attacks are so ferocious, so sudden and so complete we have little enough time to defend ourselves, rest and indulge our demanding libidos.
Robson took his hand off his pulse rifle and rested it on the inside of my thigh. It is warm and comforting. I leave it there. After awhile his fingers walk towards the juncture of my legs. I open them, an involuntary invitation which he accepts. The pressure of his fingers sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My nipples push out against the inside of my armor and my pussy is a pool of liquid heat.
Without taking his eyes from the distant perimeter of flashing markers he opens my armor at the waist and his fingers wiggle their way in like sensual worms until they find my clit and slip easily into my pussy.
I stifle a groan. I grip his wrist holding him still. He turns his head to me and I look into the visor of his helmet. I see myself dimly reflected. Helmet and visor only, no sign that there is a terrified human inside.
“I want to fuck you,” Robson says simply, his voice tinny in my earpiece.
Katja, I see around his shoulder, is watching us, rubbing the juncture of her thighs. “Go for it,” she said. “I’ll keep watch.”
The Colonel won’t mind. The thought drums inside my head. I licked my lips. I wrestled with my body’s desire. My pussy was pulsing rhythmically begging for him to fuck me. My clit was aching for his touch. “No,” I said finally.
Robson wriggles his fingers inside my cunt. I groan helplessly.
“Remember you’re the marine,” I murmur.
“I know,” he said and I sense the helplessness in his voice. He is a victim of his libido and I tell myself he can’t help it. Under the influence of the flux his amygdala is firing a million beats to the second. Just like mine and just like Katja’s.
“It’s the flux,” I told him. “It affects our libido. The field is stronger when there’s only three of us to dampen it. It drives us wild with lust.”
“I know it,” he says pulling his hand away from my pussy. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s a precursor to an attack,” I continued, buttoning up my battledress.
“I know it.”
I tightened the grip on my pulse rifle. I was wet between my legs and my nipples screamed with unfulfilled desire. My mouth was dry. The last thing I was ready for was a fight to the death.
The wraiths came suddenly. There were dozens of them gliding through the misty forest. Projections of the human collective unconscious they may be, but the wraiths are the most desirous of creatures. They are ethereal, beautiful, terrifying. My body aches with a desire I’ve never known before. I want them to take me, make love to me and satisfy me completely. It is an overpowering force, a primordial desire that sets every nerve end singing for a touch.
The robotic guns erupt in orange fire and the wraiths scream and rear up in anger.
“Colonel,” Robson reported, his voice impressively calm. “This is Squad Gamma at twenty-three fifty-six. We have multiple wraiths coming in from the North West.”
“Roger that.” It is Hinkles, the bitch that’s fucking the Colonel. I hate her so much I want to pull out my knife and slit her throat from ear to ear. “All units report in. Beta you have permission to fire at will and fall back to prepared positions.”
“Fuck your permission!” Robson yells and stands up to fire at the wraiths that have broken through the robotic firewall.
Katja and I stand up too. I scream and open fire.
“Fall back.” the Colonel’s relaxed voice comes on line. He is cool, calm, collected and my fear and anger abates.
We are standing as one as the wraiths twist and writhe between the lethal beams of our weapons. They scream and fall but there are always more to replace them.
Suddenly they are upon us and I am flailing at them, striking them with the butt of my rifle. Strong hands grip my armored chest and rip open the carbon fiber with a strength that is literally inhuman.
A sinewy hand sneaks between my legs and presses upwards against my sex. It grips me cruelly and the wraith flips me over and I land on my back. The air is crushed out of my chest as a wraith falls upon me, straddles me and clutches at my helmet.
I look up into the handsome face and stop struggling. In a moment I drink in his luscious lips, square jaw, straight nose and deep gray eyes. The jagged scar draws my eye. He is the Colonel. I open my legs for him and he grins triumphantly.
I resent the smugness and recover myself. “You are not real,” I shout and immediately know my error. “There is no you, it is an illusion of my amygdala!”
The Adonis masquerading as the Colonel laughs. “Too late, little one,” his deep voice resonates through my fearful brain. “I am your lover.”
“Fuck off, you slimy fucker! She’s mine!” It is Robson holding the barrel of his pulse rifle against my lover’s head.
“No!” I scream.
I kick out at him, connect with his knee and Robson falls to the ground.
My lover laughs and picks me up like I am a feather. “Sleep,” he commands and all becomes blackened dreams.

To be continued.
© 2006 Mikala Ash

Busy time - Big year next year

2006-11-22T00:14:00.000-08:00

I've been very, very busy.
I have quite a few WIPs just finished with some in the editorial stage with Changeling and Whiskey Creek Press.

Slave to Lust, an erotic novella with Changeling Press

Internal Reflections, a paranormal erotic novel with Whiskey Creek Press

Rauni's Mistress, an erotic novella (Part One of the Rain Catcher Series) aimed at Changeling Press

Darke Sojourn an erotic Torrid Teaser(a sister to Darke Secrets which is scheduled for release by Whiskey Creek Press later enxt year)also aimed at Whiskey Creek Press.

So, I have five titles ready to go next year with more to come.

I've been on a tremendous roll despite working two jobs.

Having a great time.

Mikala's Tiny Tease Installment Three

2006-11-10T17:56:00.000-08:00

Mikala’s Tiny Tease.

Evac from Lusty Seven
By Mikala Ash
© 2006

A Sci-Fi erotic serial for the readers of Mikala’s Missives.

Installment Three

Katja could hardly stand, her thighs were still trembling from Weapons Specialist Pfc Robson’s carnal onslaught.
The marine watched me with those determined eyes as he wiped the sweat off his body with a rag of dubious origin. He threw it to Katja who proceeded to wipe her juices from her inner thighs. She was breathing fast, from exhaustion and now a degree of anxiety. We had to get dressed and prepped for going on sentry duty outside, where death stalked the unprepared and unwary.
My painfully erect nipples gave Robson’s eyes a focal point and my pussy pulsed with a sultry wave of desire. He casually stroked his cock, still erect and glistening; he pointed it at me and laughed.
Why not? I asked myself. Katja’s words, The Colonel won’t mind, still burned my thoughts.
She’d recognized my feelings for the Colonel that first day, back at Halfway Station. She’d seen my stunned stupefaction when the Colonel and his troops marched into the loading bay, all resplendent in their crisp clean uniforms, weapons gleaming with promised destruction, their eyes cold. They were all so young. The Colonel, thirty five by my reckoning, looked twenty if he was a day.
I wondered if Katja had detected my instant desire, sensed the surge of pheromones my body must have emitted at that frozen moment of recognition.
“Wow! He’s a hunk,” she’d whispered, then gazing at my expression said, “Mason, have you had the pleasure?”
I’d shooshed her, not wanting to remember the pleasure and the pain of my last meeting with the Colonel.
Katja’s hand had brushed my back then went lower to caress my ass cheeks. Even through the thick material of the military leggings we’d been issued, her caress sent welcome waves of desire through my stunned body.
“The troops look virile as well,” she’d whispered again. “I cant wait to get that one between my legs.”
She’d already picked out Weapons Specialist Pfc Robson as a fuck buddy and I approved her choice. He looked like he might even come close to satisfying her insatiable libido, but only time would tell.
I returned my gaze to the Colonel as the official introductions to Professor Bellinghousen were made. A few moments of pleasantries and then the Professor was escorted along the ranks of soldiers. What he was saying to the marines she couldn’t guess and didn’t care. Her eyes were locked onto the Colonel’s imposing form; the dark black hair cropped close to his attractive skull, his slightly lopsided ears, his only fault if you forgot the ragged scar that dissected his right cheek which was, in moments of passion, so arousing to stroke with a finger tip or wetted tongue. His torso was an inverted triangle, wide shoulders tapering down to a trim waist, slim hips and long muscular legs.
He was a perfect specimen.
The inspection of the troops over, Professor Bellinghousen then led the Colonel to inspect the Science Survey Team.
Katja squeezed my buttocks. “Here he comes,” she whispered conspiratorially. “My pussy’s wet, how’s yours?”
My heart quickened. Butterflies the size of eagles pummeled the walls of my empty stomach. The loading bay went in and out of focus. I feared I would faint, make an idiot of myself by sinking to the floor, convulsing in the throes of an imaginary orgasm.
“Doctor, Katja Serhainian,” I heard the professor say.
“Pleased to meet you, Colonel,” Katja said, shaking his hand. “I’m looking forward to a good trip.” Her voice was so calm and assured.
“So do I,” he relied, his voice like honey dripping off the tip of a knife.
“Doctor, Mason Wilde,” the professor said coming to me.
The Colonel held out his hand. I took it. It was hard, firm and warm.
I looked into his beautiful grey eyes. “Peter,” I said. “Good to see you again.”
The pleasant smile disappeared from his luscious lips, the eyes darkened and the firm jaw set. “Doctor Wilde,” he said formally.
“You’ve met?” the professor asked, surprised that my circle of acquaintances would include one as illustrious as the Colonel.
I opened my mouth to say so but the Colonel beat me to it.
“A long time ago, in a place far away,” he said. “It’s here and now, Professor. We have much to discuss. I have some concerns about the equipment inventory you wish to take with us. I would like to discuss that now, if I may.”
“Of course, Colonel.”
I stared through glistening eyes at their retreating figures. Katja returned her hand to my buttocks. “What’s Peter got up his ass?” she asked.
I couldn’t answer.
“Hey sweetlips,” Weapons Specialist Pfc Robson said. “You cumming?” he stressed the u in coming to make his intentions clear.
I blinked myself back to the here and now. The Colonel won’t mind, echoed in my brain. I gave the marine a half smile that I knew turned men on with the promise of future pleasure.
He smiled shyly, he was, despite his rampant shaft, which was now safely secured inside his battledress, only a boy. He would make sure he wasn’t more than ten centimeters from me all through our watch, and for that I would be grateful.
And afterwards? The Colonel won’t mind.

To be continued.
© 2006 Mikala Ash

WIP: Rain Catcher

2006-10-31T12:31:00.000-08:00

Rain Catcher

2147 AD; a world devastated by global warming. The equatorial regions have turned to desert and the only inhabitable areas are around the poles. Pollution has poisoned the earth, the seas and the air. Fresh, clean water is more precious than gold.
Tasmania is the northern most inhabitable place in the southern hemisphere and in the squalid red light district of Hobart Town, Roxy Talia earns her living as a porn star. She's saving her money to get into university but even after three years in front of the camera, her dream is a long way off.
Tobin Kane is an out of work captain of Rauni, an independent raincatcher, one of the great nuclear powered vessels that follow the monsoon rains across the ocean collecting the precious fresh water before it falls into the polluted seas.
The owner of Rauni has died and, without a legal heir, the ship is impounded. He and his faithful crew are out of work and black banned by the powerful Water Corporations that rule the planet in everything but name.
Tobin is in the red light district, drunk and spending the last of his money on hookers. Swaying drunkenly outside a strip joint deciding whether or not to have one more fling before he’s finished, Tobin sees a familiar figure posing naked in a poster.
Roxy Talia. Sex personified. She’s haunted his fears and fantasies for the last three years and, as surprise turns to anger at what she’d done, a desperate plan formulates in his lust filled mind.
That sexy vixen would save his future, even if he has to kidnap her.

(c)2006 Mikala Ash

Australis Eros

2006-10-29T02:37:00.000-08:00

Here is the new image for Australis Eros created by Renee George. I like it alot.

It's been a big day.

2006-10-29T01:21:00.001-08:00

I've sent the first drafts of:

Internal Reflections to Whiskey Creek Press

and

Star Lust to Changeling Press.

I'm pretty happy with both of them, I hope my editors are too!

I'm starting a second Torrid Teaser for Whiskey Creek and a short sci-fi story for Andromeda In Flight Magazine - an Aussie pulp sci-fi magazine, I'm having a bag of fun writing at the moment.

Evac From Lusty Seven, Installment Two

2006-10-20T19:46:00.000-07:00

Here is my second installment of my Tiny Tease, Evac from Lusty Seven.

Feel free to leave comments, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Mikala’s Tiny Tease.

Evac from Lusty Seven
By Mikala Ash
© 2006

A Sci-Fi erotic serial for the readers of Mikala’s Missives.

Installment Two

The Colonel won’t mind.
The Colonel; my reluctant knight in shining amour.
A wave of absolute desire washed through me. My shamelessly aroused pussy flooded with a thrumming sultry desire. My skin tingled with the prickly sting of wanting and my nipples, already straining against my t-shirt, throbbed in beat with my heart. The pit of my stomach quivered with the brush of butterfly wings against my insides, the tell tale sign that I wanted, needed, a fuck.
I stared at the ladder that led to the observation deck, wanting to see his long muscular legs, sheathed in his battle dress, descend bringing him to me so he could take me into his arms.
But he didn’t come.
I could climb the ladder myself. Go to him instead of waiting hopelessly for him to break military protocol. There was no chance of that, I knew and despaired. He would reject me and go on ignoring me. Not the accidental arrogance of command saddled with the responsibility of two dozen lives but the pointed indifference of a man who didn’t love me and had no intention of getting close enough to find out if he could.
I closed my eyes and in my imagination I caressed that hard face, traced the jagged scar that rent his cheek, stroked the firm lips that I longed to kiss, gaze into those cold grey eyes and say, ‘take me.’
Katja groaned and whimpered in yet another orgasm. Her whimpers signified that though her body was exhausted by Weapons Specialist Pfc Robson’ relentless fucking, she couldn’t help herself and wanted more.
I opened my eyes. I was holding her face in my hands. With eyes tight shut her face was screwed up in the effort of another cunt clenching climax.
Robson gave her a last hard thrust, pushing her face into my breasts, which in turn set my nipples aflame. I laid her head gently onto my lap. My pussy reacted to the pressure and I pressed my upper thighs together to contain my need. Katja was panting, her breaths coming in short ragged gasps. I wondered if she would hyperventilate.
I slid my gaze along the sheen of her sweat covered spine till they rested on the groin of the muscular marine still poised behind her. His member, stiff as a pole, bobbed provocatively above the twin globes of her ass cheeks. The bulbous head was slick with Katja’s cunt juice and it glistened in the harsh light of the overheads like the bejeweled scepter of some ancient potentate. His stamina was impressive. He’d been fucking her for almost an hour and still his cock was ramrod straight, pointing upward as if he was aiming at me.
I licked my lips. It was an involuntary gesture as I imagined that thick length of solid flesh pushing its arrogant way inside me, rasping against my inflamed flesh, my body shuddering under the impact, the fire of his intrusion dowsed only by the juices of my cunt.
Katja roused herself, saw the look on my face that was, I guessed, clearly wanton and laughed weakly. “You have to fuck him, Mason,” she advised. “That is one great cock.”
The PA crackled into life and we all jumped in surprise.
“Gamma Squad. Relieve Beta at coordinates 2356. You have five minutes.” The voice was Lieutenant Clarissa Hinkles, the sinewy blonde limpet who never left the Colonel’s side. The visceral energy of my desire instantly transformed into jealous hate.
Weapons Specialist Pfc Robson wiped his cock with a Katja’s general issue underpants and fixed me with his cold marine stare, saying to me that at the next break, when and if we return to the safety of the shelter, his piece of meat was going to take my ass.
There was absolutely no doubt about it.

To be continued.
© 2006 Mikala Ash

WIP "I Love The Night LIfe"

2006-10-17T01:53:00.000-07:00

I have the start of a short story - another torrid teaser like Darke Secrets (coming soon from Whiskey Creek press) - which I thought I'd share.

My heroine (who is still developing in my mind) is a strong character with a softer, romantic side, but this first rough draft (very rough)opening makes her, I think, too violent, too self centered to be sympathetic for readers, so I have to work on that, I have to figure out why we should care about her. That will come but this first few paragraphs came to me in a rush while I had writer's block on another WIP (Internal Reflections).

I'd be grateful for any comments

I Love the Nightlife

by

Mikala Ash

(c)2006 Mikala Ash

I’ll start off by saying I am a complete fabrication.
I came to this country illegally; forged identity, forged passport, forged immigration papers. Everything was false and believe me, I value every piece of paper very highly. I should because I fucked a lot of government officials to get them. They are literally the best forgeries that sex can buy.
I must also admit that every single person I fucked for their ‘official’ services in gaining these papers is now dead.
A necessary and savage step which held its own dangers, but I am an expert in savageness. I simply could leave no trace of my passage from the old existence to the new and so their final service to me was to give up their lives, which, I hasten to add, they did so happily, adoringly even, and that perhaps is savageness at its height.
I feel no guilt. My life depended upon complete security and they were hardly innocents, being themselves the willing instruments of a treacherous and brutal regime. Their end was much more pleasurable than they deserved.
That is the past.
This is the land of opportunity and freedom, the land of my future and I respect it. I have not sullied my new home. Every thing I have done in this new land since I arrived has been legal and no one from the old country can expose me and my secret. I am safe at last.
Or so I thought.

2006-10-14T19:06:00.000-07:00

Trang at ecataromance has some really nice things to say about Eden's
Reprise.

"Eden's Reprise is one quick, interesting read ... If you're looking
for an intense, funny, and definitely sexual story that can easily be
read in one sitting, grab Eden's Reprise. You won't be disappointed."

Gave it a Sultry rating but only 3 stars. But a good review I think.

A Political Animal released today by Changeling Press

2006-10-13T01:10:00.000-07:00

Hey, A Political Animal was released today by Changeling Press !!!!!!!!

YAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Book Summary

Serena Plim, Press Secretary to Aussie Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters, flees the media spotlight when her boss's wife goes to the press accusing Serena and her husband of having an affair. It’s not true, but the fact that for the last ten years Serena has been in love with the charismatic politician doesn’t help.

Serena takes to the hills and after a very spooky drive through the great Aussie outdoors, she runs into Jack Wolfe, a devilishly handsome cattle rancher.He offers the distraught Serena sanctuary and she seizes the opportunity to end her celibate past and explore her sensuality. But there’s something disturbing about Jack and when he sends his staff away and deprives her of her car, Serena suspects she’s in for an adventure she hadn’t counted on.

She’s right.

Excerpt

“Sex scandal rocks the Farmers’ Party and Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters resigns amid further rumors of sexual dalliances with Press Secretary Serena Plim. Insiders say --”
“Whatever the hell they want to say! I don’t give a flying fuck!” Serena killed the radio with an emphatic flick of her wrist.
Sexual dalliances! It wasn’t true, dammit!
She wanted to scream out loud that Kelvin was a friend and nothing more.
That wasn’t strictly true, but it wasn’t as bad as the blood-sucking press were making out. While she loved Kelvin, like no one she’d ever loved before, there was absolutely no sex involved. Her love was platonic.
Completely, totally, honestly platonic!
A sob slipped from her throat at the pitiful way that sounded. What the hell was wrong with her?
Was it wrong to loyally devote ten years of your life to a hunk of a man and not fuck his brains out at least once a day? Maybe not wrong, but incredibly stupid. Especially when she didn’t fuck anyone else either.
But stupid was one thing she was not. She was a political and media guru, according to her supporters, though where they were now she didn’t know. She’d taken Kelvin from complete anonymity to the brink of pulling off a brilliant political coup. Then Priscilla, his conniving wife, had spouted all over the press that Kelvin and Serena were -- she could hardly believe the press release -- spending all their free time together, to the “grave detriment of our marriage.”
Grave detriment? What sort of phrase was that? Bloody brilliant, that’s what it was. It was the line Serena had written for Kelvin’s first televised campaign speech, the speech the pundits said had gotten him elected. “My fellow Australians, the reprehensible actions of the current government pose a grave detriment to our…” Blah, blah, blah. The conniving bitch had even put it in bold, for God’s sake. Bitch!
The “wronged” Mrs. Waters had played into the hands of the press, the opposition, even those conniving sods in Kelvin’s own party. His political cachet had evaporated completely. He had no choice but to fall on his sword. In this age of fundamentalist politics he was a sudden and complete liability.
Poor Kelvin. Politics had become his life. This would destroy him. Her eyes stung with the tears she’d been barely holding back for the last four hours. When he’d resigned at the press conference she’d completely lost it.
Her mind had numbed, becoming a lump of stone. Had she been able to think clearly she would have rallied him to fight another day. Not let him crumble. She couldn’t believe he hadn’t fought back. He meekly denied an affair and resigned “for the good of the country.”
His surrender had left her with nothing. She was out of a job and out of his life.
That’s when she’d had a brain explosion. That was the only way she could explain what she’d done. She’d rushed to their government car and drove west from Canberra as fast as she could. She certainly couldn’t face the press. How could she honestly deny the love she had for him, even if they hadn’t so much as kissed?
Well, not with tongues anyway. A chaste kiss on her birthday… he always remembered her birthday.
Another sob convulsed her body.
The sudden need to sleep, to find somewhere dark and safe, became overwhelming. Serena found a motel on the outskirts of a small town and paid cash for a room. She sat in the dark for an hour, her mind completely blank. She realized she’d fallen asleep when a knock on the door woke her. It was Kelvin.
“Serena…” He took her into his arms and looked deeply into her eyes. “I’ve told Priscilla. It’s all over.”
Then he kissed her. The urgency of his kiss, the kiss she’d so longed for, took her completely by surprise. The strong bands of his arms crushed her to his chest. His lips devoured hers and they stumbled backward onto the bed.
In a frenzy, they undressed each other, showing no regard for buttons or zips until they were naked and locked in a deep embrace.
After a minute Kelvin released his grip and, with such sweet tenderness, held her face between his hands. He caressed her cheeks and then traced the backs of his fingers lightly along the sensitive flesh of her neck. With deliberate and agonizing slowness he moved his fingers down to her straining breasts. She gasped in anticipation as he circled the sensitive skin surrounding her nipples before stroking the erect nubs. A spear of electricity lanced from her breasts to her brain and to her superheated pussy.
Every place he touched burned with an intense heat she thought would engulf her in flame. She didn’t care. She had him at last. He hadn’t deserted her. He’d come to claim her as his own.
Serena cried out when his fingers found the moist lips of her pussy. Her body tensed, preparing itself for him. She could feel the hot shaft of his cock against her thigh.
“Fuck me now,” she said.
Kelvin opened her thighs wider and slid between them. He propped himself on his elbows and held his cock poised at the entrance of her pussy. “Serena…” Her heart was racing in anticipation. “Serena,” he repeated.
Behind the glint of lust and love in his eyes she fancied she saw something. A deep sadness which mirrored hers at all the time they’d wasted. He opened his mouth as if to say something more but she silenced him with a fingertip to those luscious lips.
“We’ve waited so long,” she said. “Now is our time.”
Kelvin nodded. A slight shift of his hips and his cock was pushing her pussy lips open. A wave of heat flushed through Serena’s body. Her heart skipped a beat and her head swam. She pulled his head down and kissed him furiously, parting his lips with hers and thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.
As she hoped it would, Serena’s onslaught seemed to quell any hesitation in Kelvin’s mind. He returned her kiss with equal energy and at the same time thrust into her with one glorious push that fed the length of his thick shaft to her hungry pussy.
Serena grunted wantonly each time he pushed into her. She shifted her hips to accommodate his vigorous fucking, wrapping her legs about his hips, pulling him into her, driving him on.
Her body was on fire. A fine sheen of sweat coated her tingling flesh as she surrendered herself to their mutual lust. The fullness in her pussy was spreading into her belly and upward to her breasts.
She gasped for breath as he drove relentlessly into her. Her mind seemed to be poised on the edge of an explosion as the energy of her pent-up lust expanded like a balloon inside her and suddenly blossomed into orgasm.
Serena cried out as her pussy clenched around the steel shaft of his cock.
Kelvin howled as he came, his body shuddering with each forceful pulse of his cock. She clung to him, holding him tightly as if trying to meld their bodies by sheer force.
He lifted his head and gazed down at her. For the first time since he’d entered politics, he looked as if he was at peace with himself. Then his serene expression disappeared, replaced by a scowl of intense concentration.
“What is it?”
Without explanation he got up and opened the door, stepping out onto the landing. Seemingly unconcerned with being naked, he sniffed the air again like he had a cold. “Damn!”
“What is it?” she repeated.
He turned back to her, his face a mask of despair. “I can’t do this to you.” He looked deep into her eyes. “Sleep,” he commanded. Her mind clouded and she felt as if she were sinking into a bale of wool, its warm embrace comforting and safe. “I’m sorry,” she thought she heard him say before the blackness overtook her.
When Serena awoke, she was alone.

4 Angels for Eden's Reprise from Fallen Angel Reviews

2006-10-10T01:23:00.000-07:00

Excerpt of the review from Elizabeth at Fallen Angel Reviews

The attraction between Shaz and Dex sizzles from the start and soon proves irresistible. Will catching the felon fall by the wayside to their sexual exploits?

Mikala Ash's Eden's Reprise is a well told novella with heat and plot twists you don't see coming. This short story is rather delightful, and fairly unusual. I haven't previously come across a nudist colony as the location for a story, and have found myself fairly intrigued by this aspect of Eden's Reprise, though not at all tempted to either visit or work at a nudist encampment myself. The characters are fairly well described, though not developed in depth (for which the story doesn't seem to lack anything).

The plot is well paced, and there is a secret or two to unfold. Sex scenes are detailed and do have the risk of exposure, though otherwise are pretty tame. For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.Reviewed by: Elizabeth

Thank you Elizabeth !

Mikala's Tiny Tease; Installment One

2006-10-06T23:14:00.000-07:00

Mikala’s Tiny Tease.

Evac from Lusty Seven
By Mikala Ash
© 2006

A Sci-Fi erotic serial for the readers of Mikala’s Missives.

Installment One

I awoke from an erotic dream to find Katja’s head in my lap.
She was being vigorously fucked from behind by weapons specialist, PFC Robson, who had one meaty hand clasped over her bony hip and the other holding her blonde pony tail.
He tugged on her hair and lifted her face so that her eyes were level with the swell of my breasts. My nipples were erect, painfully so, pushing against the rough material of my general issue t-shirt. She flicked out her tongue but missed.
“Come on, Mason,” she urged in-between Robson’s solid thrusts. “Join us.”
The interrupted dream had left my pussy swollen and wet, so I was tempted. Robson’s commitment to his task was impressive as evidenced by the loud wet slaps of his groin against her ass cheeks. Drops of sweat ran down his face and dripped off his chin onto Katja’s bare back.
I licked my lips imagining the taste of salt.
I glanced at the ladder to the observation dome.
“The Colonel won’t mind,” Katja said between grunts.
The Colonel won’t mind. I wondered. Would he care if I got some physical relief from the obviously adept and willing private?
The private in question tugged on Katja's hair and in reply to his unspoken command she started rocking backwards, fucking him now. She reached out a hand and gripped my thigh for balance.
Her fingers were slick with sweat and her hand slipped on my naked flesh. She tried again and grabbed the hem of my shorts.
“He’s really very good,” she gasped.
My pussy pulsed in sympathy with the rhythm of Katja’s fucking. Robson’s eyes were fixed on my face, inviting me to share his bounty. He was handsome in a boyish, buffed up sort of way. He was prime meat, as the grunts called themselves. Broad chest with solid well defined pectorals and a washboard stomach you could crack a coconut on. He had the lot; tree trunk thighs, a tiny butt and strong arms that would really hold a woman the way she wants to be held.
I glanced at the ladder again. The observation dome was silent. Surely the Colonel could hear what was going on. He probably thought I was fucking the weapons specialist PFC Red Robson for all I was worth. Yet he didn’t look to confirm. I wondered about that.
I checked my watch. Our break was half over and in no time I’d be outside the habitat, crawling waist deep in the slimy jungle, keeping watch while we waited for evac from this godforsaken planet.
Katja had closed her eyes. Her orgasm was building. She clenched her fist, pinching my thigh. I hardly felt her. I reached out and cupped her face in my hand, feeling her body shudder with every bone jarring thrust.
She kissed my palm, licking the sweat off my skin and then her face contorted in the agony of release.
I caressed her cheek as she convulsed in a second orgasm and then a third. Robson was relentless. He wouldn’t stop his carnal onslaught until she fell off the shaft of his cock exhausted and completely satiated.
As Katja came and came again he kept his gaze on me. He didn’t smile. He wore the expression of a marine with only one mission on his mind; to get my cunt wrapped around his cock. My pussy pulsed and I looked again to the ladder.
What harm could it do?

To be continued.
© 2006 Mikala Ash

Eden's Reprise now available from Changeling Press

2006-10-06T21:57:00.000-07:00

Eden's Reprise gets 4 Kisses from Two Lips Reviews

2006-10-04T13:57:00.000-07:00

I'll excerpt just a bit of the review - many thanks Cyn!!!!

"Mikala Ash has written a short story that will serve to whet the appetite of readers for more about the fabulous Shaz and Dex in her book Eden's Reprise. This book starts off titillating the reader and then goes into warp speed with the spicy interaction between Shazand Dex.
I sincerely hope this is just a teaser to a much longer and meatier tale on these two characters. I recommend the book as an appetizer to werewolf lovers everywhere."
Cyn, Two Lips Reviews

Exceprt: A Political Animal coming soon from Changeling Press

2006-10-01T20:16:00.000-07:00

A Political Animal is coming soon from Changeling Press.

BOOK SUMMARY

Serena Plim, Press Secretary to Aussie Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters, flees the media spotlight when her boss's wife goes to the press accusing Serena and her husband of having an affair.
It’s not true, but the fact that for the last ten years Serena has been in love with the charismatic politician doesn’t help.Serena takes to the hills and after a very spooky drive through the great Aussie outdoors, she runs into Jack Wolfe, a devilishly handsome cattle rancher.He offers the distraught Serena sanctuary and she seizes the opportunity to end her celibate past and explore her sensuality.
But there’s something disturbing about Jack and when he sends his staff away and deprives her of her car, Serena suspects she’s in for an adventure she hadn’t counted on.
She’s right.

Excerpt:
A Political Animal
by
Mikala Ash
(C) 2006

Chapter One

“Sex scandal rocks the Farmers’ Party and Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters resigns amid further rumors of sexual dalliances with Press Secretary Serena Plim. Insiders say --”
“Whatever the hell they want to say! I don’t give a flying fuck!” Serena killed the radio with an emphatic flick of her wrist.
Sexual dalliances! It wasn’t true, dammit!
She wanted to scream out loud that Kelvin was a friend and nothing more.
That wasn’t strictly true, but it wasn’t as bad as the blood-sucking press were making out. While she loved Kelvin, like no one she’d ever loved before, there was absolutely no sex involved. Her love was platonic.
Completely, totally, honestly platonic!
A sob slipped from her throat at the pitiful way that sounded. What the hell was wrong with her?...

... A week is a long time in politics they say. Well, they were right. It felt like an eternity. The five days between Priscilla’s shocking announcement and Kelvin’s resignation had been the worst in her whole life. Even her friends had dropped her in it, getting themselves interviewed on prime time, their thirty seconds of fame. “Oh, yes. Serena is always staying late at Kelvin’s office…” “I never saw them, you know, kiss, but they were always standing close, whispering to each other, joking. They were just good friends. You know what I mean?”
Just good friends? Tabloid fodder if ever there was and that meant the kiss of death in politics.
Her mobile rang.
She knew it was Kelvin. Fighting the tears, she started the car but, instead of setting off again, she lowered her head to the steering wheel and listened to the phone’s persistent tune.
She couldn’t speak to him. She simply couldn’t face him. It would be a mistake to be seen with him again. Not that it mattered now so much. But to be the cause of his political death, albeit unwittingly, was just too much to bear. That she was innocent was…
Here we go again, she chastised herself. That path was well and truly trod. Unwitting or not she was the cause of it. Best to just slink away to lick her wounds, never to be seen again.
She raised her head from the steering wheel. The road ahead was clear, but something black scuttled through the trees to her right. She turned her head, but the shape always seemed to stay at the edge of her vision. She shivered. This place was spooky.
She resumed driving, slowly at first but as she realized the shadowy figure seemed to keep pace, she accelerated. She was driving too fast now. The spitting of gravel beneath her wheels and the thump of larger rocks on the underside of the car confirmed it.
Serena knew it was stupid to be spooked like this by a mere animal. She was in an amour-plated government car, for goodness sake! She smiled when she realized she technically no longer had permission to drive it. The car pool would want it back.
I’ll return it to the first government office I come to, she promised. Though when or where that might happen, she couldn’t tell.
The issue of Kelvin and her use of the car had been their first foray into the media spotlight. Serena and Kelvin had broken convention. Instead of using the usual drivers that every politician demanded as a sign of status, she had insisted she drive him everywhere. Serena had to receive anti-terrorist training to do so, but she’d impressed the Federal Police instructors with her innate ability.
Her graduation from the Federal Police Training Academy earned her a full two-page spread in a women’s magazine. It raised her and Kelvin’s profile a hundredfold. She was a woman in a man’s world. A woman who could handle a high performance vehicle as well as a Glock nine-mm pistol and a submachine gun was not someone to be trifled with.
Kelvin had been delighted as it allowed them to talk candidly and plan their press strategies in private. They hadn’t realized at the time that it gave Priscilla the perfect ammunition. Alone in the car, what did they really get up to? one tabloid had so “innocently” and disastrously asked.
It had been foolish, Serena knew, but she loved those long drives between cities, plotting their next move, orchestrating their next media blitz. It felt so intimate, so special.
“Oops!”
The road took a sudden turn. She was going way too fast, but she steered through it just as her instructors had taught her. They’d be proud of her.
“Slow down,” she yelled at herself but she couldn’t lift her foot off the accelerator. Trees flashed past her and still the shape in the corner of her eye kept pace.
Something dropped from the overhanging trees onto the narrow road in front of her. She braked savagely and the car went into a sideways slide before coming to a halt. She looked up expecting to see the great hulk of the beast she’d glimpsed towering over her bonnet.
But there was nothing in front of her except the swirling cloud of red and brown dust.
Her heart thudding against her ribs, icy spears of fear stabbing at her gut, she started the car again. She wanted to get back to the main road , but the deep gullies on either side of the track made it too narrow to turn. She had to go on and find somewhere the track widened so she could turn around.
She gained pace now, glancing furtively from one side to the next to see if the shadow was following her. She was well and truly spooked now. Not more than five kilometers down the road she rounded another bend.
“Oh, shit!” She braked and skidded to a halt and once again a cloud of dust overtook her.
Standing in the middle of the road was a blond Adonis. He was naked to the waist, the dappled sunlight speckling his bronzed torso and gleaming off the broad expanse of his chest.
“Oh my…”

A Political Animal by Mikala Ash coming soon from Changeling Press

Lexxie Couper does it again

2006-10-01T20:12:00.000-07:00

Just finished Lexxie Couper's Shadow Whispers - what a ride! I've read every one of Lexxie's stories and they are all soooo good. Fast paced, hot sex, good solid characters that jump out of the pages and she nails the intensity of their relationships so well.
I get inspired to write everytime I read one of hers.

Excerpt for Eden's Reprise

2006-09-29T02:01:00.000-07:00

Story Summary

Shaz Danzig’s life and career are about to change forever.Being a security officer at Eden’s Reprise, a nudist resort for the rich and famous, is not all beer and skittles. Protecting the delicate sensibilities of the guests, finding lost jewelry and performing full-body cavity searches are duties that Shaz takes in her long and confident stride.
But when the seriously hunky Special Agent Dex Laing from the national security agency storms into her life on a mission to apprehend a preternatural assassin her whole world is turned upside down.
Dex wants to run his own show and keep Shaz out of the action! That’s something she won’t accept despite her barely controlled lust, and things become hot and breathless as Dex and Shaz sort out who’s the boss.
Duty calls –- there’s a dangerous killer mingling with the guests and Shaz and Dex have to act to stop a tragedy -- if only they could keep their hands off each other!

Excerpt

A werewolf lies dead at my feet.
I’m standing naked on the shores of Lotus Lake, sobbing, my Glock nine-millimeter still hot from the killing shot.I have just killed my soul mate.

* * *

If you’re wondering how I got myself into this sorry state, well, join the club.
The day started out like any other at Eden’s Reprise, the select naturalist resort for the rich and famous. Hidden in the secluded hill country, straddling the borders of New South Wales and Queensland, Eden’s Reprise is a Mecca for those wanting to drop out of the limelight for a bit of naked frolicking in the beautiful Aussie outdoors.
Every morning I’d shake my head at myself in the mirror. When I’d put on my uniform, such as it was, I’d wonder how the hell a nice girl like me ended up here.Like our guests, resort staff perform their duties naked. It would be too uncomfortable for the paying elite, bare as they were, to be served by fully clothed waiters and pool attendants. It just wouldn’t sit well.So we wear bright blue baseball caps with ER patches emblazoned in red and a photo ID card hanging around our necks to differentiate us from the affluent guests.Being a security officer, I also wear a utility belt on which I carry, together with phone, and handcuffs, my best friend -- my Glock nine-millimeter.
To say I’m big is an understatement. Maybe statuesque or voluptuous would suit. I’ve been described as big boned, but never by the same person twice. Let’s leave it at that.
I’m tall with a long auburn ponytail pushed through the back of my cap.
My eyes are turquoise with saffron flecks and my skin is golden, the result of wandering around in the sun naked all day.One more thing. I have tiny feet. I don’t know why I always include that in my self-inventory. I guess I’ve always been sensitive about them. Maybe because they’re out of proportion with the rest of me, which is in perfect proportion, except for my feet, which are, as I said, petite.I guess I mention them because it was a nasty comment on my first day at school that set me on the path that ended in today’s disaster. A snooty-nosed bitch poked fun at my dainty feet and I clocked her.
I gained a reputation for being tough. It suited me fine, but I had to learn to fight to keep the image alive. So it was no surprise that I ended up in security, though it’s ironic that my feet kept me out of the army, the police and, oddly, ASIO, the national spy agency.I’m a crack shot and an expert in martial arts.
People, men in particular, don’t usually mess with me. I guess they feel threatened by my size, my obvious physical power and my no-nonsense attitude.Which means my sex life is a big fat zero. It has been for years, but that’s another story with no bearing on what happened this particular day.
None at all…

DARKE SECRETS accepted by Whiskey Creek Press

2006-09-23T19:51:00.000-07:00

YAY !!!! My short story Darke Secrets has been accepted by Whiskey Creek Press with a release date to be announced.

I am very happy about this as it is the second epublisher to acept my stories.

Earlier this year Changeling Press accepted Eden's Reprise and A Political Animal.

Eden's Reprise has been released and A Political Animal will be released in a few weeks.

So I'm pretty excited about the whole writing thing.