I'm an Army wife and aspiring author, published by Evernight Publishing. I primarily write M/M, but I'm starting to branch out. I'm not very good at technology, but I'm hoping this blog gives me the opportunity to communicate with other authors and readers. My life is kept interesting by my soldier, Ringo the chihuahua, and all the amazing people that I consider friends. I also work entirely too much as a coach at a local gym, a caregiver at a church nursery, and a freelance baker.
Well, it's hard to say how classes are going lately. I'm taking two. One of them is only on Monday evenings, meaning I've only been once. The other...well, the professor keeps cancelling class. He says it's because he's passing a kidney stone, but my theory is that my professor is a vampire. Think about it...an all liquid diet has to mess with the digestive tract....Don't look at me like that.... Anyway, as I drove home after a pointless 10 minutes on campus, I soothed my annoyance with a song by a band called Fun.
I hope everyone has a happy Monday. I'm catching up on laundry today! I know, I know. I'm a wild one.
Fellow Evernight author, Elyzabeth M. VaLey is here to share a bit about her newest book, The Mercenary Slave. She's even got an excerpt for us as well! Take it away, E!
Thank you, Kaytlyn for having me at your blog today!
Hi everyone! I’m here to tell you a little more about my recent release The Mercenary Slave, book 2 of “The Mercenary Tales”.
Ambushed, captured and sold...
After losing his best friend, Wybert is forced to give up his life as a mercenary and become a pleasure slave. The daunting task becomes harder than expected when the attraction to his slave master goes beyond the bedchamber.
Izz-Sarava was content with his life as the Zshanti's slave master until the new serf appeared. Somehow, under his presence, his control slips and his heart becomes exposed.
As their feelings develop, will they be able to overcome a past that haunts them to pursue a future together?
From book one, The Mercenary Knight, Wybert came off as the large-brutish mercenary with a heart of gold. Gentle and patient, the loss of his long time friend, Gregorii, leaves him devastated. Furthermore, he is kidnapped and sold into slavery. There, he meets the man that will heal his heart: Izz- Sarava.
Initially, when I began plotting The Mercenary Slave, Izz-Sarava did not exist. He appeared by surprise at Wybert’s slave auction. The moment he appeared I knew Wybert had fallen for him, and in truth, so had I.
Let me not spoil the story for you *wink*. I hope you enjoy this little excerpt I’ve picked out.
Sighing quietly, he tried to shuffle his shackled feet. He felt like a piece of cattle before a bunch of hungry wolves. Men and women stared up at him, appraising his features: the strength of his arms, the thickness of his thighs, or the width of his shoulders. He stood vulnerable before them with nothing more than a strip of cloth that barely covered his cock and left his ass exposed. Another reason not to run, he thought glumly. Fleeing partially naked in the middle of nowhere was not a bright idea.
In an attempt to stifle a yawn, Wybert glanced at his feet. His head snapped up. The hair on his arms stood on end. Someone was watching him carefully. He inspected the mob below, trying to find the eyes that were dissecting him. As sudden as it had come, the source of his unease passed. Taking in a shaky breath, his eyes widened as he caught sight of a retreating figure at the edge of the crowd. He knew without a doubt that the woman encased in a black hood, gliding towards the exit had been his observer.
The woman passed through the large double doors and Wybert lost sight of her. Had she bided for him? He lost his train of thought when a shiver of awareness raced down his spine. If his hands had been free, he would have turned and swept out his cutlass, prepared for an oncoming attack. Instead, he remained immobile, listening, and hoping that amid the ruckus he could sense where the danger lay. As the seconds ticked by, the jumpy feeling evaporated, leaving in its stead a warm glow. His cock twitched, responding to the heated stare scorching his skin. Wybert cleared his throat, uncomfortable.
“Get down, giant man. We found a buyer for you.”
Wybert jumped. He had not seen Maximus climb the dais. “You very lucky giant.” The man grinned, clearly feeling pleased by the deal he had struck. He beckoned for Wybert to follow as he stepped down. “You’ve been sold for good gold and into a good family.”
Wybert bowed his head, saying nothing. Sold. His freedom forever gone, his life placed into the hands of a stranger.
“What are you telling him, Max?”
Wybert’s heart sped up at the sound of the deep musical voice. He lifted his gaze and found himself staring into a pair of emerald green eyes, highlighted by a thin line of black paint. He swallowed hard. The man nodded at him and turned to Max with a questioning glance.
“Nothing, Izz-Sarava, nothing of importance. I’m just explaining to the slave that God’s glory has smiled upon his fortune for him to be going to such a good family.”
While Maximums rambled, Wybert tried not to stare at the man called Izz-Sarava. He was a beautiful specimen, stunning even. His strong, square jaw was free of any facial hair, allowing his pale complexion and high cheekbones to shine through. His mouth was wide, pink and full, his nose straight and slightly upturned at the tip. His long hair, the color of honey, was swept into a high ponytail that cascaded down his back. Nearly as tall as Wybert but very slender, he was dressed in black leather pants and a bright red wool cape. Years of experience on the road warned Wybert that underneath the clothes and the appearance of frailty probably lay a strong man.
I started back at college today. My class load has been cut in half because of money, I still need to pay for books, and parking was quite the adventure. Overall, I am glad to be back though. If for no other reason than the sooner we start this crap, the sooner it's over. I definitely need to chill. So here's some Billy Joel.
Also, I need to go grocery shopping. Anyone wanna do that for me?
Many people in my life know that I am a published author, but not many know what I write. It's not a rare thing for me to have to explain it. Generally, I just say romance because that's exactly what I write. Well...my husband and I have a new roommate and he was making conversation about my writing. He asked how much I have out there, what I'm working on, etc. Then he said those words, "I think I'd like to read it." To which I reply, "No you don't." He says, "What? Because it's romance? I don't think romance is girly, I read them all the time." Well, I respond with, "The type of romance I write is the opposite of girly." He looked confused. I clarified, "There are no girls." Safe to say, he got it then. And I found a new way to explain to people what I write. Success!
I'm super late in updating today. I've been running around trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for college. That shit is expensive. I don't want to bore you with the intimate details, but if you happen to have a few thousand dollars laying around, I wouldn't say no. I'd already picked this song before all this happened, but the title is pretty darn accurate about how today has been. Plus, the song is upbeat enough to keep me from going all Hulk smash on some Baptist school face. The Future Freaks Me Out-Motion City Soundtrack
Today's song is totally different from anything else I've posted.
I've been feeling super nostalgic about music lately. I used to play clarinet and bass clarinet back in my school days. I miss it more than ever. I've even started looking for an instrument, that's how much I miss it.
This piece is so moving and it holds so many memories. An American Elegy was arranged by Frank Ticheli to commemorate the victims and survivors of the Columbine school shooting. We played this at a school concert on the 10th anniversary of the event. There's really nothing that compares to being a part of something like that. You feel so connected with your fellow band members. The music moved some of the audience to tears and after the last note sounded, there was a moment of silence that can't be described.
This is embarrassing, but it totally slipped my mind that the Lover Unexpected anthology comes out soon!
This Sunday I'm going to share 6 sentences of my contribution to that awesome piece of amazing. So here we go:
Toby laid back and enjoyed the sensation of Craig taking his time. He winced at the addition of a third finger, but got used to it quickly. Craig starting rimming again, ensuring that Toby was really ready before he stood and freed his massive cock from his jeans. He removed a foil wrapped condom from his wallet. Toby dove forward and took the opportunity to taste Craig while the condom wrapper was being opened. Craig’s hand tangled in Toby’s hair for a moment and he grunted as he thrust his hips forward a few times.
Now, being totally honest here, I have not been writing very much lately. Like....at all. I work two jobs and I'm starting back to college soon. Even when I do have time, it's like my brain caught the dumb. So these posts won't be very frequent.
I want to do something to replace them, but I'm not sure what I want to do yet. I ask that you beautiful people comment and let me know what you think. Would you be interested if I read Fifty Shades and blogged about it? Maybe a weekly post about my adventures working at Curves? Something else? Nothing at all? Let me know. If you don't let me know, I'll assume you hate me and go cry in the bath tub.