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Weekend Writing Warriors 22 September 2019 (ER, FA, LGBT, SF)

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“Well, I don’t see why not. After all, it isn’t as if they’d have any reason to disbelieve us.”

“Lleu, go with Marc,” Leah ordered. “See to it that he doesn’t manage to get himself killed off before he has a chance to become undead. Dale, my dear young fellow, as usual, you are bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders. There is no need for you to do so. Share the burden, and we will shoulder it together.”

“Thank you, Leah,” Dale replied, squeezing the Voodoo priestess’ slender dark hand in his powerful, pale one. “You look like the toughest broad in any town, but you’re actually one of the sweetest people I’ve met. I appreciate you using your magic to take us away from the base before we all got blown to smithereens.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes: This is an excerpt from Castle Necros, the sixteenth book in the Carnal Invasion series. It is due for release on Halloween 2019. When the volcano containing Base Lust-69 erupted at the end of Par…

Weekend Writing Warriors 28 July 2019 (ER, LGBT, RO, SF)

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“I’m Ipatiy,” the cyborg introduced herself. “This is Csilla. Please, let us help your friend.”
“I…my given name is Ipatiy, but I go by Rhodie,” Rhodie explained, wondering if she had struck her head and was imagining the whole bizarre situation.
“Please don’t be afraid,” Ipatiy soothed, gently touching Rhodie’s arm. “I assume that I must have been cloned using your DNA. I mean you no harm. I want to help you. Bring your friend and follow us.”
The gigantic Irejna scooped Samantha up in her arms and cradled her against her breast.
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes: When the volcano which Base Lust-69 was situated in erupted at the end of Paraji's Prisoners, our heroes and heroines found themselves drawn through wormholes to various other locations in space and time. Norman and Sarah are in one location on a strange earthlike planet. Climax Castle's Mistress Samantha Zuniga (a Gamma Iridian), her bodyguard Ipatiy "Rhodie" Rhodes (a 100-ye…

Cyberia: Cyber Labyrinth

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Cyber Labyrinth Norman and Sarah walked to the top of a small hill. Norman scanned for metal in the hopes of finding another access port and, hopefully, food and water for Sarah. The android looked momentarily puzzled. “What is it, Norman?” Sarah asked. “Can I do anything to help?” “Not at the moment, Sarah,” Norman replied. “I was momentarily stymied, as I believed I would be scanning for metal versus organic material. However, I will have to adjust my sensors to scan for a specific type of metal instead.” “Why?” Sarah inquired, suddenly feeling as if she might scream at any minute. “Because everything beneath the surface layer of this sphere is metal, so scanning for metal was as if I had gone anosmic and was attempting to sniff for food. It was as if all the food suddenly smelled like gelatin.” “Why do you suppose everything under the surface of this planet is metal?” Sarah wondered. “I do not think this is a planet at all. I believe it is some …

Carpe Diem Summer Challenge 2019: Heat Wave: Troiku with Humor

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after the summer heat raindrops kissing my naked body Ah! that coolness
After the summer heat Relief comes about mid-fall The best time of year
Raindrops kissing my naked body Best I take my butt inside Before someone sees
Ah! That coolness! Every year I dream of fall It never lasts long
Chèvrefeuille & Cie

Notes: The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Chèvrefeuille. The foolish horses can be blamed on me.

Weekend Writing Warriors 21 July 2019 (ER, LGBT, RO, SF)

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Sarah followed Norman up a set of rickety wooden stairs. The android pushed open an overhead door made of metal. Rays of bright afternoon sunlight caused Sarah to squint. Norman and Sarah emerged into a pristine world of almost impossible perfection.
“What is this place?” Sarah wondered, breathing in the fresh, unpolluted air.
“I am not certain,” Norman admitted. “Wherever it is, you are correct that the atmosphere in this realm is nearly free from the pollutants which sully the stratosphere of Earth 6. Together we will explore and discern the ways of this region in which we find ourselves. We must find a source of hydration and nourishment for you.”
Norman closed the access door to the underground cellar and took note of the number painted on it.
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes: This snippet is from Naughty Netherworld Press' current WIP, Cyberia. The conversation is between Agent Sarah Swallows of the Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron and No…

Carnal Invasion II is FREE for Five Days!

To celebrate the first anniversary of its publication, the short and spicy second book in the Carnal Invasion series is FREE from July 12 to July 16, 2019.  When lonely cowboy Frank Hamilton meets sexy cowgirl Jenny in the parking lot at his buddy's roadhouse, his life changes for the hotter. Don't miss your chance to get in on the wild action without paying a cent! Gettin' Down on the Farm is the shortest of the Carnal Invasion tales, but what it lacks in length it more than makes up for in heat! Sizzle makes all the difference with this brief but bawdy tale!
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Carpe Diem Summer Love: Cooling Down

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If I were a bear Then I could cool off while bare And no-one would care

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Carpe Diem Summer Love + The Tuesday Platform: Love is Love on a Hot Summer Night

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Can you tell me why It troubles you so badly To see him love him Perhaps you would do better To concern you with yourself

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Ghost Town Grover Sez: "I don't git bothered none with who's zoomin' who. Only thing is I ain't too keen on folks doin' them dang PDAs durin' poker night here at the ole Grover Hotel. I don't care if it's Adam an' Eve or Adam an' Steve or Annie an' Eve. If yer suckin' face is disturbin' my concentration so's I'm losin' every hand to Cactus Clem, I ain't gonna be none too pleased. Git a room, or go out to the swimmin' hole like them fellers in the picture!
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Cactus Clem Sez: "I'm okay with folks givin' each other a kiss fer luck on poker night, 'cause I usually have a really lucky night when they do. 

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Snippet Sunday + Sunday Photo Fiction + Telling Tales +Christine's Brave and Reckless Prompt: Another Wrinkle in Time

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When Agent Sarah Swallows came to, she was horrified to find herself in near-total darkness. The only light she could see was the pale blue light of her android companion Norman’s eyes and the bright white light shining from his fingertip as he examined her pupils.
“Norman, stop, I think I’m okay,” Sarah commanded. “Could you shine your light around so I can see where we are?”
There were cans of solvents, paints, and other construction materials on dusty shelves. Sarah asked Norman to shine his light on a rusty can of kerosene. She wondered if the blow to her head was more serious than she initially thought. The expiration date on the can made no sense.
“One twelve twelve thirty-two,” Sarah read. “Perhaps part of the numbers is worn off. Can you read it, Norman?”
“The numbers are accurate, Sarah. We have passed through a wrinkle in time.”
“What do you mean ‘a wrinkle in time?’”
“We are no longer on Dimension 6 Earth in the time period that you know as the twenty-first cen…

Carnal Invasion XIII Is Live and FREE For 5 Days!

For those who appreciate the bawdy and explicit wild sexy times of the Carnal Invasion series, it is only fair to let you know that this particular novella has very little erotic content. It is primarily a paranormal and science fiction crossover with a heavy emphasis on the harms of racist and xenophobic attitudes. At the beginning of the tale, we find our hero Bernie Jaskolski confined to an extremely small, windowless metal cell. Bernie's captors, Captain Abigail Botterill, and the treacherous vampire Mondo Katou psychologically torture Bernie, leading him to believe that his beloved Ahmose has abandoned him. In truth, Botterill and Katou have Ahmose bound to a chair in their control room using silver shackles. Ahmose is helpless to spare Bernie the anguish being afflicted on him. When Botterill grows bored of the game, she leaves Katou to his own devices. Surprisingly, Katou releases the prisoners, informing them that their companion, Theodoric Elms, was murdered by Captain B…

Thank You

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I am extremely grateful for all the writing prompts used in creating Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds, which will be published today. It truly would not have happened without these prompts.
I wish to give an extra shout-out to the Write-Edit-Publish blog for inspiring the creation of the first chapter of this book. I remain gobsmacked by how contentious this short piece was. I honestly considered the piece to be a character study and didn't expect much more than a few "interesting story" comments. Instead, I got raked over the coals pretty much from the start, which was disheartening, to say the least. In fairness, there were some people who were quite supportive, and I appreciate that.
Regardless of what happened, I am grateful for the inspiration I gained from the prompt and am looking forward to participating in future prompts. 
I also wish to give a shout-out to Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for this prompt, which was used in the …

Caged Birds: An Unstable Base

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“They are here, mine mausi,” Dr. Nagel declared, squeezing Elias’ hand.
“You aren’t worried?” he asked.
“Nein, Schatzi,” she replied, shaking her head. “Down here in the dark in our little bubble, we are quite safe. They will not harm us so long as we help guide them down the path to recover their companion.”
Dr. Nagel turned on the microphone which sat on her desk.
“Continue straight down the corridor, Gentlemen,” she advised. “You will find me at the back in my office. I am quite happy to answer all of your questions.”
Ahmose was the first to enter the office and was quickly flanked on either side by Bernie and Linus. He was followed by Gregory, Mondo Katou, past Theodoric, Henry Holst, and Paulino. Ahmose swallowed hard and glowered at Dr. Nagel, attempting to appear intimidating in spite of feeling as if every fiber of his body had turned to jelly.
“Madam, I have the feeling that my companions and I have been trapped in the Never-Ending Story from He…

Insecure Writers' Support Group July 2019

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The question for this month's Insecure Writers' Support Group is what personal traits have you written into your characters? Insecurity, mostly. I guess there are a lot of people out there who are extremely self-assured, completely mentally stable, have no phobias, no PTSD, and are completely secure in the belief that their partner would surely never leave them because they are that extra swell. I am not that person. I don't write about those kinds of people, because I find it impossible to relate to them. Anyway, such characters are called Mary Sue and Gary Stu, and they're boring. I found out the hard way that people have a lot of misconceptions about those of us who are insecure and who may have a toy or two in the attic, a red under the bed, and a little yellow man in our head. My story in the most recent WEP challenge featured a young vampire named Bernie. I'm not sure I ought to be saying the v-word because it might get me pile…

Weekend Writing Warriors 7 July 2019 (ER, LGBT, PA, SF)

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In a hidden underground bunker beneath the Manzanar Internment facility, a slender man with shoulder-length brown hair rolled in vertical curls sat on a red velvet throne, sipping blood from a golden goblet. The prone body of a nude man, his throat slit, lay on the floor before the throne. A diminutive soldier with brown curly hair, dark eyes, and a prominent nose approached slowly.
“Was there something you required, Elias?” the vampire inquired, picking a grape off its stem with slender, spiderlike white fingers terminating in red-lacquered nails. He had a thick Romanian accent, and his manner of speaking was staid and formal.
“Yes sir, your Majesty. I think you ought to know that there are newcomers on the base, and I think they may be time travelers.”
“Time travelers?” the vampire scoffed. “What makes you suggest that?”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Notes: This snippet is from Caged Birds, the latest in the Carnal Invasion: Dark Mysteries subseries, availa…

Tidbit Tuesday #1: Katou's Revelation

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Captain Abigail Botterill uses her scientific abilities for evil
The following is an excerpt from Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds, due for release from Naughty Netherworld Press on Kindle on July 4, 2019.  A trio of Japanese-American vampires, Ahmose Ike, Gregory Inoue, and Mondo Katou, plus Ahmose's boyfriend Bernie Jaskolski, have traveled back in time to the Manzanar Internment camp in the hopes of saving Gregory's husband, Theodoric Elms.  This snippet contains profanity and vampires, so if you'd rather avoid foul-mouthed bloodsuckers from beyond the grave, this is your chance to hit the back button and retreat from whence you came.
“Katou, quit being a cunt,” Ahmose demanded irritably. “As you must know, I’ve a very short fuse where you’re concerned, and I’m just nanometers from hitting the trigger and going full nuclear on your ass. You told us that Captain Botterill killed Theodoric. Just how did she do it?”
“It was Paraji’s Djinn w…

Greatest Mysteries of WWII: Inside the Japanese Internment Camps (720p)

WWII propaganda newsreel which attempts to frame the forced displacement and imprisonment of Japanese-American citizens in a positive light.

Caged Birds: Meeting Katou

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“Yakitori again?”
The sanctimonious voice belonged to a cadaverous man of medium height in his mid-thirties. He had a sunken-cheeked, clean-shaven face, a sharp, beaklike nose, and piercing, coal-black eyes. His mode of dress placed him as someone who worked in an academic or clerical position rather than manual labor.
Ahmose, who had just arrived at the serving line with a fresh supply of skewered chicken, realized that the man was addressing him and felt annoyed. The kitchen was busy. Certainly, this fancy fellow with his high airs could have addressed his question to one of the servers on the line.
“Don’t know about ‘again,’ I just got here yesterday,” Ahmose replied. “It’s good, but there are plenty of other choices if it doesn’t appeal to you. Pardon me, I must get back to the kitchen.”
Ahmose could feel the man’s eyes sizing him up as he hurried away. He turned for a moment, and a chill went up his spine. The look on the fellow’s face was that …