Thursday, April 10, 2014

Birthday Bash Day 10 - Stormy Glenn

The thing to remember when talking about birthdays is what day of the year they fall on. In my case, my birthday has fallen on Thanksgiving Day several times, including my 21st birthday. So, it makes picking out a special birthday just little bit harder. However, the one that sticks out the most for me was my eleventh birthday.


I grew up in the mountains of Southern Oregon. My parents were hippies and we owned a big piece of property an hour outside of Grants Pass, Oregon. We lived in a bus and raised goats and chickens. We also didn’t have electricity, indoor plumbing, or running water. I have come to greatly appreciate modern technology…LOL.


Anyway, that year for my birthday I received a very cute birthday card. One side had writing on it and the other side looked like an old fashioned quilt, with each piece of the quilt looking like a farm animal. I don’t remember the words exactly but the writing side said something about getting the birthday present of my dreams and then it had an arrow to the side of the card. I kept turning the card over and over again trying to figure out what the arrow was pointing to. I even thought that my parents might have glued a sticker on there or something. I could not figure out what the arrow was pointing to.


I was eleven and apparently blind as a bat. My mother had to show me. The arrow pointed to the quilt side and one of the farm animals. My parents had gotten me something I had wanted for a very long time…the quilt animal was a horse…her name was Laura and she was a Shetland pony.



Stormy is offering an ebook copy to one lucky winner of the revised and extended version of  “Slave Auction”, which has had over 17,000 words added to the story since the 2010 release. To enter, just leave a comment with your email address.



Spaced Out for Love 1
This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 17th.
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, bondage, spanking, HEA]


Rojan Ja'Dar is a rogue, a pirate that buys and sells cargo for a living. He is his own man, skirting the edge of the law and answering to no one. Arriving on a particular planet, he goes to drop off cargo and discovers a human pet being sold at an auction house. Intrigued, Rojan breaks all his rules and buys the human as his pet. It isn't until after he purchases the human that Rojan discovers he's just bought his mate.


Claiming Tyion Rhodes is not as easy as buying him. Not understanding the danger he is in, Tyion fights his situation as a highly prized and sought after pet in Rojan's world. Rojan has to convince Tyion that being his mate is not as bad as being a pet, even if they have to pretend to the rest of the world that Tyion is just a possession. That is hard to do when someone is after Tyion, someone not from Earth.


Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.


A Stormy Glenn Yahoo Group Brainstorm Project


STORY EXCERPT

“I’ll take him.”
“Captain, maybe you wish to choose another pet?” the auctioneer said as he rubbed his hands together in an anxious manner. “This one is not yet properly trained, as you can see.”
As Rojan Ja’Dar watched, the young human that had caught his interest struggled against two of the guards as they stripped his scant clothing from his pale-skinned body. Rojan knew that the human would have been screaming except for the ball gag in his mouth.
The guards fastened the human’s hands to chains hanging from a hook
above his head. A spreader bar was attached between his legs, cuffed at the ankles. The ankle bar was fastened to the floor by two metal rings on each cuff, immobilizing the man in one place. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t get away.
Rojan saw one of the guards pull a leather flogger from a nearby cabinet. He knew even before the guard turned back to the bound human that the guard would beat the little man. Rojan growled, the thick muscles in his arms tensing. He felt an overwhelming need to protect the small human.
Besides, if anyone was going to mark the little man, it would be him.
He reached over and grabbed the auctioneer by the scruff of his starchy collar, lifting the sour-smelling man several inches off the floor before leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. “I want him unmarked,” he growled, curling his lip back to show a bit of fang.
“Ye–yes, Cap–Captain,” the man stammered. “Whatever you say, s–sir.”
“The only marks he will wear will be mine,” Rojan snapped before he released the man and tossed him away. His eyes went back to the man suspended from the chains in the ceiling. He really was a beautiful specimen.
Rojan had seen many humans in his lifetime, most of them slaves, but also a few men freed by their masters. Humans were considered an inferior race, not good for anything beyond entertainment and servitude.
As small as they were, they couldn’t fight and win against those of Rojan’s race, thePhangars, or even most of the species in the known universe. He had yet to meet a human that stood as tall as his shoulders, let alone one strong enough to best him in a fight, fair or not.
Most of the universe believed they didn’t have the mental capacity to be an advanced race. Their primitive world proved that, Earth having only discovered space travel in the last fifty years. The Phangars had been in space for centuries.
As pets, however, humans seemed to do extremely well, making them desired throughout the universe. They were easily mastered and just as easily trained. Their bodies, smaller and less muscular than most advanced races, were desired for their softness and sexual compatibility.
Rojan hadn’t been looking for a pet to warm his bed when he arrived at the auction warehouse, but he wasn’t adverse to the idea. His trips
through the universe as a black market courier made for many nights alone in space. He had considered finding a lover from his race or another more advanced race, but soon decided against it when he realized he had a need to dominate someone. Most wouldn’t accept that, which left Rojan with very few options.
He liked the power he had as captain of his own flag ship. He had a competent crew, handpicked and personally trained by him. They answered to him and only him. He was the boss. He wanted the same relationship with the creature who warmed his sheets.
A human pet seemed to be the answer. They looked pleasing to the eye, soft to hold, and trainable, nearly a perfect match to what Rojan needed in his bed. He realized it would take time to train the human to his wants and needs, but soon he could have the pet of his dreams.
“I want to examine him,” Rojan stated firmly, crossing his arms. “Alone!”
The auctioneer quickly crossed to the glass-enclosed room and knocked to gain the attention of the guards. He gestured madly to the human then to Rojan. His arms crossed over his chest, his feet spread slightly apart, Rojan took on his don’t fuck with me or I’ll rip your head off stance, one that intimidated most people, and waited.
The guards quickly left the enclosure. Rojan walked in. He could hear the harsh breathing from the human. He could smell the man’s fear. It surrounded him like a cloak, overwhelming almost every other scent in the room.
But not quite all.
Rojan could detect a sweet masculine scent underlying all of the human’s terror. It reminded him of the massa fruit coveted by many and found only in the farthest reaches of the universe. Rojan smuggled many boxes of the precious fruit through the system. It always garnered him a high price and a pocket full of credits.
Rojan walked up behind the man and looked down at the top of his blond head. He truly was glorious, all sleek lines and lean muscles. Rojan ghosted his hand over the curve of the human’s ass with the lightest of touches. The man arched away from him, a cry falling from his lips through the gag.
Rojan stroked a little harder. The man arched again. Rojan wondered why the human would move away when he had nowhere to go. He hung
suspended from the ceiling, his feet anchored to the floor.
He couldn’t get away.
Rojan moved his hand down the man’s luxurious white-blond hair, shuddering at the soft feel of the silky strands moving through his fingers. He wondered if it would feel just as good trailing over his body while the human sucked him off. It didn’t matter really. He intended to find out later.
Rojan grabbed a handful of the man’s hair and pulled his head back. It was only then that he noticed the blindfold covering the human’s eyes.Interesting. It was as if the trainers used sensory deprivation in his training. Rojan would have to remember that.
“You are mine, pet,” Rojan growled into the human’s ear. His restrained lust for the small human made his voice rough and low. He felt the man’s entire body tremble against him. An increase of fear spiked the air. Rojan reached down and stroked his hand across the man’s chest, trying to calm him, but the man bucked against him, whimpering behind his gag.
Rojan pulled the gag from the man’s mouth then removed the blindfold before stepping around in front of him. He watched the man blink several times, licking his lips until his vision cleared. Suddenly, the man’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
“Shit!” the man gasped. “You’re an alien.”



Author Bio:
After 25 years of bankrupting my family with my reading obsession, I decided to try my hand at writing my own novels. It still amazes me to this day that people are actually interested in the stuff that comes out of my imagination. It can be a real mess up there.


I live in the great Northwest region of the USA, with my gorgeous husband and soul mate, six very active teenagers, two boxer/collie puppies, one old biddy cats, and three fish. When I'm not being a mother to my six teenagers or cleaning up after my two 70 pound lap puppies, you can usually find me cuddled in bed with a book in my hand and a puppy in my lap. Or on my laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of my stories.


I welcome comments from readers, so drop me a line.


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14 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday Emily.
    Loved slave Auction 1st time round, so extra is just better.
    younela48@yahoo.co.uk

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  2. Wow... good thing this was short or I would have missed my bus to work. I want to know what happens! One thing I learned about birthdays: it's good to keep having them. synlab 1 at yahoo dot com.

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  3. So glad you have gone back to Slave Auction. I must say you and your parents are stronger than I could be. I need my running water. LOL

    jrobe 10689 at aol dot com

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  4. Happy Birthday Emily and thank you Stormy for being part of the celebration. I love the sound of the story and would love to read it!

    Eva
    evitap67(at)gmail(dot)com

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  5. Happy Birthday! I grew up in a rural setting as well, but you definitely had it more rustic than me. Though, like you, I can appreciate modern conveniences, even today. I hope you have a super birthday, and get a special wish that only your heart knows that you want.

    Jim Evans
    lakeviewfella@yahoo.com

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  6. I LOVE your books! I don't know how I managed to miss this one, though. Please count me in.

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    1. Forgot my email addy:
      aunt_cori(at)yahoo.com

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  7. Happy Birthday, enjoy and explore. thanks for writing and keep at it.. luv your stuff

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  8. What a wonderful birthday memory and a wonderful birthday present.
    skpetal at hotmail dot com

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  9. Such a sweet anecdote!

    Trix, vitajex(at)Aol(Dot)com

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  10. Happy birthday - wishing you all the best. Looking forward to reading the revised version of Slave Auction.

    demetra21@yahoo.com

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  11. Happy Birthday Stormy, Slave Auction is a really good story, hoping you can turn the idea into a series.

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  12. I loved Slave Auction the first time so I'm sure it's even better the second round.

    Raziya.harriat@gmail.com

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  13. Have always enjoyed Stormy's books! Can't wait to read this one!
    aegger.echo @ yahoo .com

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