Monday, January 10, 2022

This Year's Plan

The saying about making plans…yeah, that really got me last year. I’d planned to publish at least two more books—a sequel to Her Sweet Alpha and another Bioexpa book.

And then we moved at the end of summer. Moving is stressful. I don’t recommend it. In our case, it seemed everything was destined to go wrong. The truck we’d rented was suddenly unavailable. My brother, who was the only person to volunteer to help us move, came down with Covid. At the time, I’d jokingly said, “Why does everything have to happen to me?” I realized the selfishness of this thought and giggled for a long time. (Thankfully, my brother was fine. He was vaccinated. After a visit with his doctor, he was well enough in a few days to be out mowing his grass while confined at home.)

I’m adjusting to our new environment. We’re in a one story now instead of two. The cat that used to fear our dog now harasses her whenever she’s hungry (which seems to be always). It’s just pure crazy. I admit the cat is overweight, but she’s no competition for an also overweight Newfoundland. My dog’s head is bigger than the entire cat, yet the cat will actually go after her as if she can win this fight. My Newfie usually turns her head or tries to get away. I’d film it, but I’m more concerned with breaking up the potential altercation. A well-placed leg usually does the trick.

I did get around to taking down my Facebook page. I was fed up with having to fight just to sign in. Writing has been slow going. I’m surrounded by family again. Which is lovely, but so very distracting.

This year’s plan is much the same as last year’s—finish the sequel and the Bioexpa book. Hopefully, this year will stick to the plan.

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Dark Cover, Release Date, and Excerpt!


Phew! Edits of Dark are done. We're looking at a possible publication date of July 16. If you're thinking, "But that's Friday!" then you're not alone. Here's the teaser that will appear on the Evernight website:

“You called, Veracity.” 

She whirled around in time to see Dark materialize from shadows in a far corner of her bedroom. She grabbed her chest. “You couldn’t appear in front of me?”

He arched one dark eyebrow. “You called me. Why are you surprised?” Her gaze flickered over him, and she bit back a lustful sigh. Dressed in all black, he was as tall as Gaedrian. He wasn’t as broad, but he’d filled out since she’d first seen him three years ago. His shoulders were wider. His arms and legs rippled with muscles as he moved closer and then leaned casually against a bedpost. 

She was as mesmerized by his beauty as she was the first time they met. When his second brow rose to meet the other, she realized she was staring and she hadn’t answered his question. “I’ve never … um … summoned you. I didn’t know if you’d come.” 

He always responded to Whimsy’s calls, but then, she was his queen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re under no obligation to come when I call.” She took a step toward him on legs that trembled. She’d never been alone with him. She’d never been alone with any man other than her father. 

“I will come when you call,” he replied simply.

She nodded. “Thank you. Um, why weren’t you there when we landed?”

His silver eyes bored into her. “People tend to be terrified of me.” He tilted his head. “But you’re not.”

“My sister isn’t afraid of you.”

“She was.”

“But now you’re friends.”

He nodded. “Still, it’s not exactly wise to invite me into your bedroom. Alone.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

His gaze dropped to her chest where the bodice of her dress clung to her generous curves. She felt his gaze like a physical touch as it flowed down her waist, over her hips, and back up again. He’d never given her the impression he was interested in her in any way. His treatment of her had always been polite but distant. He probably hardly thought of her existence at all.

Her feelings for him were far more complicated. From the beginning, she’d been struck by his beauty. She admitted to having a girlish crush without knowing a single detail about him. But as the time passed and she did get to know him better, the crush didn’t fade. Instead, she feared it had bloomed into something more. She admired his kindness, his loyalty, and his strength of character.

Veracity had been careful to hide her continued feelings for Dark. She’d been silly at seventeen, mooning over him. Many boring lectures from her mother later, she’d learned never to mention his name or to show any interest in him around her parents.

“Veracity, your colony values chastity. I do not.”

She lifted her chin. She knew he wasn’t a virgin. She didn’t like it, but she had no claim to him. “Are you trying to scare me off?”

“Do I need to scare you off?”

She bit her lip and took another step, this one placing her within touching distance. She would never think to approach him without some encouragement. Until a moment ago, there had been none. He’d always been friendly but … distant. “You know that I … admire you, don’t you?” He had to know. Whimsy said that he could read minds.

He nodded. He caught her hand in his when she reached out to him. His thumb caressed her palm, sending a flood of warmth to her belly and below.

Thursday, April 8, 2021

Finished Again

When I said “sort of,” I really meant it. The very next day I went back and added an epilogue. Next day, same thing. I just kept feeling like the story wasn’t done. Hopefully, I’ve covered all the bases now. I was happy with the conclusion.

I’ve spent the week reading through it and looking for mistakes. I finally finished today and submitted it to Evernight Publishing. While I’m waiting for them to get back to me, I’ll going to go back to work on Rick and Missy’s story.

Well, I cannot get into my Facebook page at all currently. If I ever get in again, it may be just to delete it.

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Dark's Story

I’ve officially “sort of” finished with Dark’s story. I’m at the end, but not quite sure if I’m finished. I’m going to step away from it for a few days before doing a read through it. If inspiration strikes, I can add to it. There’s always something more, but for the most part, I think I’m done.

From here, I want to work on Missy and Rick’s story and another Bioexpa story. Time passes so quickly. It’s been forever since there’s been a Bioexpa story. I’m really looking forward to working on that.

I hope everyone enjoys their holiday. Stay safe!

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

A Few Announcements

It’s been an unusual year. That’s putting it mildly. I hope all of you have kept happy and well. I popped in to drop a few announcements.

If you haven’t read it, Her Sweet Alpha is a Kindle Deal this month and is available for 99 cents. Ideas for a sequel kept poking at me and I’ve worked on a few chapters. It features Halle’s cousin Missy and Rick, the mechanic who fixes Halle’s car.

My main concentration has been Dark’s story, the final book in the series that began with Whimsy. I’ve found Dark’s story a challenge to tackle. He’s a superhuman character who somehow has to be vulnerable to be relatable and flawed enough to allow a plot to develop. (I was working on it this afternoon but was interrupted by my daughter with English homework. The struggle of schooling at home continues.)

I’ve also been working on another Bioexpa tale. Every once in a while, I’ll get a request for another one. I truly enjoy writing these. I like that though they’re set in the same universe, they are standalone stories.

I have a Facebook page that I’m thinking of deleting. Ever since they updated, I’ve had difficulty getting the page to load without going through a couple of extra steps. Even so, I can’t get into my inbox. If you’ve left me a message in the last couple of weeks, I haven’t seen it and I’m sorry for not being able to respond to you. You can always reach me here or you can follow me on Twitter @ThayerKing.

So, that’s what I’ve been up to of late. Stay well everyone!

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Finally...Coming May 29

His Fantasy is available for pre-order on Amazon

Kendal Washington is a romance writer who is perfectly happy being alone. But that doesn't mean she doesn't fantasize about steamy nights filled with passion. Ciaran is a boy from her past. In high school, he was her bully. Now, he claims that it was all a misunderstanding. Yeah, right.


Ciaran Gregson wanted Kendal from the moment he saw her, but his family stood in his way. Now, he's an adult and he'll allow nothing to stand in his way. Not even Kendal's reluctance to trust in him or in love. He's more than willing to help Kendal live out her naughty fantasies and he'll win her heart along the way.


WARNING: Kendal's fantasies include forced seduction and may not be for everyone.

Monday, March 2, 2020

I’m going to let you in on a secret: I’m terrible at updating social media. I have two Facebook accounts. There’s the Thayer King one and then there’s the personal one for family, friends, and games. I update the personal account about once a year. Last year I posted two photos of my dog so that should cover this year’s posts as well.

I say all this in hopes that you’ll understand why it’s March and I haven’t updated…well, anywhere. I really appreciate your patience. Thank you to all of you who’ve dropped by to comment here and on the Thayer King FB page.

I had really, really hoped to have His Fantasy completed by January. And then by February. I can only blame myself. I tend to start a book with enthusiasm but as I near the end, my attention wanders off. This happens not only when I’m writing a book, but also when I’m reading one.

Despite this, I’m very close to finishing His Fantasy. For those of you who purchased Chatting with a Vampire, you’ve already read an excerpt. For those of you who didn’t, here’s a bit of a teaser:

     She was in danger of falling out of the damn dress. Kendal admitted she looked sexy as hell after all of Jennifer’s prodding and primping. They’d left Garrett to close up the shop while they left for Jen’s house. Kendal had styled her hair so that it fell in thick spiral curls around her practically bare shoulders. The dress had thin straps and a plunging neckline that revealed the soft inner curves of her cleavage.
     As she was seated at the reserved table, her self-esteem was bolstered by the many appreciative looks she’d seen from male customers as she’d walked through the dining area. This certainly wasn’t her usual look and she’d been worried that she wouldn’t be able to pull it off. Staring at her heart shaped face in the mirror, she’d been stunned by Jennifer’s handiwork. She’d even felt a spark of anticipation at going out and being seen in this dress.
     She glanced at her watch. Her date was running late. Kendal suddenly realized that she didn’t even know the guy’s name. After she was given water, she pulled her phone out of the dainty purse Jen had given her. Her oversized cell phone left little room for anything else besides a lipstick. Jen had laughed and slid in a condom. Kendal didn’t bother telling Jen that she wouldn’t need it. She found Jen in her list of contacts and called her. Jen answered on the fourth ring. She could hear whimpering in the background. He’d been asleep the entire time she’d been at the house.
     “Aw, is that little Garrett?”
     “Yeah, he has a fever. He’s fine. Nothing a bit of medication and sleep can’t handle. How’s the date? He’s to die for, isn’t he?”
     “He hasn’t arrived. I called because you never told me his name.”
     “I didn’t? Oh, that’s odd. His name is—” Garrett chose that moment to wail rather loudly.
     Kendal winced. “You’re sure he’s OK?”
     “Kendal, can you hold on a sec?”
     She glanced around the restaurant while she waited for Jennifer to come back to the phone. She tapped her fingers on the table. She couldn’t help but notice as a tall man in a designer suit made his way through the restaurant. He was undeniably handsome. His black hair was thick and curly. He wore it a bit longer than was the norm for men in power suits. His eyes were a pale color she could not identify from this distance. She frowned. He looked familiar.
     Jen came back onto the line sounding breathless. “Sorry about that, Ken.”
     “It’s OK. You have Garrett settled?”
     “Yup, he’s happy in daddy’s arms.”
     Kendal’s frown intensified as the man locked gazes with her and smiled. His eyes slid over her barely-there dress and his smile widened. “Jen, I couldn’t hear you when you mentioned my date’s name. What is it?”
     The man stopped at her table and grinned down at her. His eyes were a strange pale green that was almost clear. It was a most unusual color. It reminded her of a mist covered pond. He held out his hand. “Kendal, I’m Ciaran Gregson.”
     “Ciaran Gregson,” said Jen simultaneously.
     “Shit,” Kendal muttered.
     Only Jen heard her. “What was that?”
     “Nothing. Know this, Jen, you owe me big time,” she hissed with her head averted from Ciaran.
     “What? Why? He’s everything I said he was and more.”
     “It’s the ‘more’ I want to discuss with you later.” Kendal hung up on her friend. Jen knew she did not date white men. And of all the white men in the world, she would pick the one man responsible for that choice. Ciaran Gregson had made her last year of high school a nightmare. Well, she thought, pasting on an insincere smile as she finally greeted Ciaran, she could make sure at least one night of his life was hell, too. “Kendal Washington.” She shook his hand briefly before withdrawing.