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Sunday, November 13, 2016

Cindy Koepp Guest Blog

Flying a Mech

Ella Font (EF): (smiling) Good evening. Welcome to Interdimensional News Network. My name is Ella Font. With me this evening is Major Kirsten Abbott from the Coalition’s Third Fleet. How are you this evening, Major.

Kirsten Abbott (KA): Hello, Ms. Font. I’m fine, thanks.

EF: So, I understand you are a very accomplished pilot. How long have you been flying?

KA: I’ve flying since I graduated high school and entered the military. I started out as a Broadsword tail gunner then transferred to pilot a Pulsar.

EF: What about League Mechanized Armor? How familiar are you with those?

KA: Fighting them? I’ve sent more than a few mechs to the scrap heap.

EF: I meant as a pilot. How do you do flying them? Isn’t that part of Coalition pilot training?

KA: I’ve flown Dervishes and Samurai in sims, and Dervishes in real life. They were remarkably challenging at first, but once I got the hang of it, they weren’t so bad. Have you ever been up close to a League mech?

EF: (Smile turns a little tight) No, I prefer to keep them at the distance. They’re mentally controlled aren’t they?

KA: Yes. The Dervish uses what’s called a “brain wave helm.” That’s sort of like a hat that has sensors to read and interpret brainwaves so the computer can tell the mech what to do.

EF: Sounds complicated.

KA: It is, but not complicated enough. The Samurai are trickier. Much more involved hardware means more detailed software. The Dervish system isn’t robust enough. Samurai pilots have a data jack on their heads here. (Turns and points to spot on the back of her skull). That more direct connection provides the computer with a more accurate reading of the pilot’s thoughts.

EF: You don’t have that jack in your skull, so how did you fly a Samurai.

KA: I’ve only flown the sim of a Samurai. That’s much less complex than an actual Sam, so the brain wave helm can handle the task.

EF: So, simple thoughts control the mechs.

KA: I wouldn’t call it simple. Movements have to coordinate with actions. If I want to launch, I have to jump.

EF: Inside the cockpit?

KA: Yes, but it doesn’t have to go for an Olympic jump record. Just a bit of a hop coordinated with a thought will get the thing moving. Lots of commands combine some manner of physical action with a specific thought or word to make the command execute.

EF: Which do you prefer flying? Pulsars or mechs?

KA: I feel more competent in my Pulsar, but the mechs are powerful in their own right. Otherwise, the Coalition would have wiped out the League long ago.

EF: What are some of the things mechs can do better than fighter craft?

KA: I’m not at liberty to answer that aside from saying that each is good at things specific to their design.

EF: Well, thank you for joining us, Major.

KA: I appreciate the opportunity, Ms. Font.


EF: This is Ella Font with the Interdimensional News Network. Back to Bob Frapples in the newsroom. Bob?



About the author:  Originally from Michigan, Cindy Koepp has a degree in Wildlife Sciences and teaching certification in Elementary Education from rival universities. After teaching for fourteen years, she pursued a master’s degree in Adult Learning with a specialization in Training and Performance Improvement. Cindy has five published science fiction and fantasy novels, a serial published online, short stories in five anthologies, and a few self-published teacher resource books. When she isn’t reading or writing, Cindy spends time whistling with a crazy African Grey. Cindy is currently working as an optician in Iowa and as an editor with PDMI Publishing and Barking Rain Press.
Book Synopsis for Remnant in the Stars:   Two hundred years ago, the Aolanian home world exploded and a remnant of survivors escaped. As their convoy combed the galaxy looking for a new world to colonize, they discovered Earth and were given permission to establish a temporary base while they continued their search for a new home world. When an Aolanian exploration vessel goes missing after transmitting a garbled distress call, the uneasy alliance between the humans and the Aolanians is put to the test as two anti-Aolanian groups jockey to use this opportunity to press their own agendas by foiling the rescue mission.
Because his daughter was onboard the Kesha when it vanished, Calonti Sora reluctantly signs on as an astrogator with the Gyrfalcon, one of the ships in the search party. There he meets up with an old human friend, Kirsten Abbott. Together, they work to overcome prejudice and political plots as they race toward an enemy no one could expect.



Book Synopsis for The Loudest Actions:
First contact missions are hard enough, but they get even tougher when the negotiator has an ego the size of a gas giant.
Burke Zacharias, a first contact researcher, is chosen to spearhead humanity’s first official contact with Montans, an insect race that has already had a run-in with less friendly humans. Although his words and overtures toward the Montans are cordial enough, the Montans are put off by how he treats the crew of the scout ship that brought him to the world.

With other, less friendly forces trying to establish a foothold on the world, the negotiation must succeed in spite of Burke, or the Montans could be facing extinction.

Author Links:

Twitter:   @CCKoepp
Website:  http://ckoepp.com/


 Tour Schedule and Activities
11/7      Beauty in Ruins                         Guest Post
11/7      The Seventh Star                      Interview
11/8      MyLifeMyBooksMyEscape         Interview
11/9      Jordan Hirsch                            Review
11/10    Magic of Books                         Guest Post
11/10    3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too!     Top Ten's List
11/11    Sheila's Guests and Reviews     Guest Post
11/11    Novel-ties                                 Review
11/12    KylieJude.com                          Top-Tens List (Blogger Picks Topic)
11/13    Darkling Delights                       Guest Post
11/14    Enchanted Alley                        Guest Post
11/15    Bee's Knees Reviews                Review
11/15    The Sinister Scribblings of Sarah E. Glenn          Guest Post
11/16    Jorie Loves a Story                     Review
11/16    The Word Nerds                          Guest Post
11/17    SpecMusicMuse                          Review
11/18    Jorie Loves a Story                      Q and A
11/18    Sapphyria's Book Reviews           Guest Post
11/19     Deal Sharing Aunt                       Interview
11/20    Jorie Loves a Story                      Review
11/20    D.L. Gardner Blog                        Guest Post
11/21    The Swill Blog                              Review
11/21    Willow Star Serenity                     Review

Amazon Link for Remnant in the Stars
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Amazon Links for The Loudest Actions
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Friday, August 8, 2014

Friday Guest Post: Blak Rayne

First, I’d like to thank Pamela for having me at her blog! Very awesome, thank you. My new gay erotic romance novel is out! To read the first 10% of my new release, click on the Smashwords purchase link at the bottom of the naughty excerpt!

The Ideal Side of Life
By Blak Rayne
‘Imperfect, but inescapably a love worth saving.’
Self-made entrepreneur Stephen Pritchard was given a second chance at life and love when he met Carson. However, as of late, their marriage has been anything, but ideal. Aside from the usual occupational hazards and Carson’s inability to communicate emotionally, Stephen’s learned marriage to a police officer, especially an attractive one, comes at a price.
While shopping in the city, Stephen and Carson unexpectedly run into Stephen’s former college buddy Dudley Kramer. During the conversation, Dudley insists they attend an upcoming party at the art gallery he owns. Believing the invitation to be harmless, Stephen convinces Carson to go. But part way through the evening, he realizes Dudley’s developed an unhealthy liking for his husband and the party isn’t as it appears. Illegal drugs and partner swapping isn’t something Stephen bargained for, and neither is the chain of events that follow. Disenchantment over the past, arguments, and a near fatal car accident suddenly puts his life into perspective.

Excerpt: (adult)
     Later that night, subsequent to the consumption of a homemade seafood dinner that consisted of stuffed cannelloni and a Caesar salad, we decided to hit the hay early. We’d both had a long day.
Carson stripped, tossed his clothes in the hamper, and flopped out on his stomach, bunching a pillow between his head and arms. After the mattress stopped bouncing and he’d found his comfort zone, he muttered drowsily, “Can you cover me with the sheet?”
“Sure.” Ogling his ass, I removed my tie; no matter the temperature, he always slept in the nude. As for my preference, I was a pussy; anything below sixty-five degrees and I wore pajamas. Grabbing a corner of the blanket, I separated the gray linen sheet from underneath and draped it over him.
“Thanks, baby.” He yawned, hugging the pillow tighter.
“You’re welcome.” Removing my shirt, I dropped it on the chair. Then I kicked off my shoes and unclasped my belt buckle. I couldn’t wait another second—the smooth, muscular curve of his ass under the thin sheet and the way he lay with his legs spread; he was begging to be molested. Crouching like a tiger, I moved in silence toward my target and the edge of the bed, preparing to pounce.
“If you’re going to fuck me, do it quick before I fall asleep.”
“Oh come on!” I exclaimed loudly, throwing both hands up. “How did you know? What—do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
“I didn’t know,” he murmured, shooting a weary glance over his shoulder. “Other than you’re taking too long to undress.”
“You know you’re a frustrating man. Every time I try to be sneaky, you ruin it.”
Snuggling the pillow again, his chuckling was muffled. “That’s because you couldn’t sneak if someone paid you. You’re too obvious.”
“I’m not obvious.”
“You are. The whole point of sneaking around is to avoid getting caught.”
“Why thank you for that useless tidbit of information.” Sitting down hard on the bed, I pulled off a pant leg and caught the other on my heel. “Now I know I’d be a lousy jewel thief.” I frowned in disgust, tossing my pants with the intention they’d land on the chair, but they hit it instead and slid to carpet. A dreary sigh seeped from my lips. I was too damned lazy to pick them up.
“Don’t get upset.”
“I’m not.”
The bed shifted and when I looked, he’d switched around to lie on his back. The sheet did little to hide his thick erection that lay slightly bent against his left thigh. The image triggered a glorious memory of Greece...and the beach. God, we needed to fuck—no romance, just a good old-fashioned fuck.
“I ruined your fun, I’m sorry. How about I pretend you’re not here?” He bent an arm over his eyes, sliding toward the end of the bed, and sank into the bedding, getting more comfortable. “How about something like this?”
When he’d moved, the top sheet had fallen away completely and his muscular torso blanketed in soft, dirty-blond hair appeared. Taking a moment to admire his body, I didn’t readily answer. My cock started to swell.
“Baby, are you still there…?” he asked, the apprehension lingering in his words.
Pressing my hand into the bed, I got down low and put the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked, the tangy mix of perspiration and urine sharp on my tongue. He grunted, rutting his hips, and I dug the tip into his slit. He grunted louder, and I suckled then mouthed his balls, one after the other. Working my tongue farther down, I pried his buttocks apart, digging my chin in while moistening his perineum and rimming his hole to a sloppy wet. His reaction was instantaneous; he grinned and his cheeks flushed scarlet. Putting my other hand flat on the mattress to brace my upper torso, I inched a tad higher and kissed the trail of tapering, curly pubic hair to his belly button, his erection rubbing floppily under my chin. Letting the moisture from my lips caress his stomach to chest, his flesh became dappled in goose bumps and his nipples hardened to tiny pebbles. I flicked and nibbled on the right then switched to nip the left. When I’d finished revving him up to a satisfactory level of arousal, I reached in the nightstand drawer, felt around for the bottle of lube then shook it and squeezed a little onto my open palm.
After I’d made my cock slick, I slid two lubed fingers along the tightening crease of his sac to his hole, and carefully inserted them. His thighs spread wider and he groaned. I played for a while, gentle then rough, ramming deep. When his groans transformed to harsh growls of uncontrolled pleasure, I knew he was teetering on the threshold. Kissing his throat, I removed my fingers, settled on top of him, touching his cock with mine.
“Just do me, baby,” he urged, slapping the right side of my ass, then squeezed. “I want to feel you.”
Rising above him for a split second, I glanced down to guide my shaft. Carson tensed somewhat, pinching his buttocks against the intrusion. But once I penetrated as deeply as possible, he relaxed, melting into a curve, and embraced me.
Normally, I was a great deal calmer, a regular Casanova, but that night I wanted straight ecstasy—to get off as fast as possible. Moving strongly, in and out, I breathed harder and faster. Our bare, sweat-coated skin slapped on contact. Minutes in, we both grunted and an extreme heat almost flash-burned my stomach. We’d both blown our loads simultaneously and his spunk had made a trail up my chest. Putting his hands to my back, he hugged my upper body and I fell onto the bed with him.
“I love you.” He kissed me everywhere excitedly, pushed me backward into the comforter, pinioned my wrists above my head, and lifted a dense, muscular leg to straddle my lap. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Huh,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath and wits. I was dazed, enjoying the fleeting tingle of euphoria.
While maintaining his vice like grip on my wrists, Carson snatched the tissue box from the nightstand. He fumbled with it, yanking out the white squares. “I’m going to make love to you,” he said, wiping us both clean with the massive wad. Then he stuffed the used tissues inside the empty box and tossed it over his shoulder.
The lust ended with Carson sleeping soundly while spooning me, and me thinking about what the notary had said. I have no idea why the living wills came to mind. After the jungle sex, I should’ve been exhausted and collapsed into a peaceful nothingness. But I couldn’t. I lay there for over an hour, staring into the dark, contemplating everything from our anniversary and Christmas, to what breed of dog I preferred, and whether I should purchase Carson a newer vehicle. Then I awoke to the alarm clock beeping.

While Carson was at work, I assembled the targets I’d bought for practice in the backyard. Robin Hood. Eat your heart out! Life was uneventful, for the most part. Then, something weird happened, causing a chain of events to unravel that put my fortitude to the test and altered our life together as a couple forever.

Blak Rayne





Monday, May 12, 2014

Exterminating Angel Mini Blog Tour

Last Monday, my paranormal m/m angel romance Exterminating Angel released from Kensington Publishing's Lyrical Press imprint. I'd done a post earlier outlining a Tarot reading I'd done for Zaphkiel and Sean, and that I ended up using in the story.

But no blog tour. It just didn't turn out. So, being the adaptable, resourceful person I am, I asked authors if I could guest blog on their sites. In return, I offered to open my blog to them as a way of paying it forward.

Here is the tentative schedule:


May 13: On the Dark Side of Love (Mimi Sebastian)

May 13: Unwritten (Mysti Parker)


Other bloggers who've been kind enough to offer to host me are Laken Cane, Juli D. Revezzo, and Jamieson Wolf. No dates have been established, but I appreciate their willingness to open their blogs to me. And a shout out to Daisy Banks, Mimi Sebastian, Mysti Parker, and Veronica Scott, who also were kind enough to let me share their space.