I started out writing mainstream science fiction more years ago than I care to
admit to. Those stories were filled with menacing aliens designed to terrify my
heroes and heroines.
Then romance called, and I decided to try my hand at writing that. I still
wanted aliens, but nicer ones. Hunky ones. Aliens who would make an Earthling
race off-planet for love.
When I started, I wasnít sure how to build hot extraterrestrials. What would
make them different from Earthlings, but not so different that they were
unattractive? I had a few thoughts, but I wasnít certain what tempted me would
appeal to readers. Unsure of how friends and family would feel about me writing
explicit scenes, I was afraid to ask anyone I knew. This was before social
media, so I didnít have that connection either.
Enter happy hour on a Friday night after work. Alcohol. Woozy co-workers.
Lowered inhibitions. The door was open, and I walked through it.
ďAliens,Ē I said to the three raucously giggling women I toiled 30 hours a week
with. ďThey want to ravish you. What are they ravishing you with?Ē
The descriptions that followed told me what a pure life Iíd led up to that
point. That I was an innocent, wandering the world with artless naivety. Those
women gave me an education that night that Iím still not sure I was ready for. I
briefly considered entering a convent.
The discussion didnít rely solely on men endowed with interesting anatomical
differences. We mused over the idea of mini-harems for each woman. That, I could
get behind. Three men to one woman becauseÖwell, wall-to-wall hot men. Who needs
more of a reason than that?
Okay, so there was a little more to it than dreaming of acres of masculinity.
Iím the first to admit Iím a moody woman. I donít always want the same thing
from my sweetheart. Sometimes I want a guy who takes charge. Iíve got a lot on
my plate, and I could use the break. On days when I canít handle one more
responsibility, I want a man who is all alpha, ready to meet challenges head on.
Then thereís the mood when I want Mr. Sensitive. The guy who nurtures his woman
with foot rubs, bubble baths, candlelight dinners, and all the other little
things that make me feel cherished.
Sometimes I want the Beast. The primal man who will throw me over his shoulder
and carry me away to his lair. The one who will pound anyone who looks at me
wrong. The defender of his woman.
Basically, a guy for every frame of mind. Thatís not too much to ask for, right?
Thatís how I ended up writing the bestselling Clans of Kalquor series. Happy
hour, a committee of tipsy women, and sheer moodiness. Who could have imagined
those ingredients would serve up something so good? Weíre ten books into the
series, and we still love our clans.
Tracy St. John lives in coastal Georgia with her husband and son. Youíll
often find her haunting train museums with her locomotive-loving kid. Besides
writing, she has also worked in video production both in front of and behind the
camera. Sheís usually cast as the gun-toting bad gal, getting handcuffed in the
end. She has no complaints.
Clans of Kalquor #10
Tasha Salter is caught in a quandary: she wants to fall in love, but past
trauma keeps her from commitment. The only people she trusts are her family,
especially in this time of treason against the Kalquorian Empire. When she and
her three-year-old cousin are abducted by the revoltís shadowy leader, matters
of the heart no longer apply. She finds herself in a battle for their survival.
Clan Falinset left Kalquor in self-imposed exile when their parentsí illegal
activities threatened their honor. Dramok Falinset, Imdiko Nur, and Nobek Wekniz
only want to be left alone to live their quiet lives. Yet the drumbeat of war is
sounding as traitorous forces prepare to attack Kalquor. Worse still, the
revoltís leader wants his son Falinset at his side Ö and refuses to take no for
A wild escape attempt throws Tasha and her young charge into the reluctant care
of Clan Falinset. With betrayal in their past and war in their future, there is
no reason to find love. Yet passion flares between those who should be enemies,
leading Clan Falinset and Tasha to realize that they are not on opposite sides
after all. Together they have the chance to heal.
Yet the sins of the fathers have come to rest on the shoulders of their sons.
Falinset must make an impossible choice: bow to his fatherís blackmail and turn
traitor to the Empire or doom his clan by saving the young princess of Kalquor
and the woman heís fallen in love with.
Contains BDSM situations including bondage, D/s, and multiple partners.
Erotica | Science Fiction
[Totally Bound Publishing, On Sale: July 26, 2016,
e-Book, / ]
11 comments posted.
Clans of Kalquor is one of the few series I have followed past the first few books. I've read through book 9 and I still find that each book is fresh! Looking forward to book 10!
(Riley Moreland 7:33am July 26, 2016)
I started reading fantasy long ago and it sort of just lead into sci-fi and now I'm a huge fan (just found a bunch of Jack L. Chalker books at a second hand store), although I sometimes wish there was a pronouncation guide included. :)
(Amber Mancebo 7:35pm July 29, 2016)