tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39215032042178043972024-03-18T21:51:17.916-07:00Thayer KingThayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-43899174648462428622023-12-19T22:59:00.000-08:002023-12-19T22:59:29.276-08:00Apropos to Nothing but maybe warm fuzzies.... <p><span style="color: #ff66cc; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The other night I was watching television when I heard a thud
outside. At first, I thought someone was playing their music too loudly as they
passed our house. But I got up to peep out the window. In the darkness, I could
see two cars parked just past our driveway and not far from our driveway, a
crumpled figure in the road. I couldn’t tell if it was a dog, a fox, or a deer.
It could even have been something that dropped off the back of a truck. I
didn’t know.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #ff66cc; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Once those cars drove away, the headlights of the next passing
car illuminated the deer in the road. It was still alive! We live on a road with
no commercial businesses, but lots of homes and no small amount of traffic.
While I wanted to run out there and assist the deer before it could get hit
again, I didn’t want to get hit as happened recently to a motorist during broad
daylight as he tried to assist a fellow driver. Also, while it wasn't a full grown male deer, I didn't know it's weight. And deer are wild animals. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #ff66cc; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Not knowing who to call, I did a search on my phone. I was
seconds away from calling the police, when I looked out the door and saw that
the deer was on its feet! One of my neighbors was attempting to turn into her
driveway, but it was blocked by the deer. Another car came behind her and as so
often happens this person was less patient and drove around her. The poor deer
was literally frozen in headlights. But the second driver blew their horn and
the deer scampered off. It ran up our driveway, across our front yard, and into
the woods. </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #ff66cc; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">It was the most joyous moment I’ve experienced in far too long and I wanted to share it with all of you.</span></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-49530787559661628942023-07-07T18:15:00.005-07:002023-07-07T18:15:43.339-07:00A Long Overdue Thank You <p>I want to thank everyone who took the time to write a review for Her Perfect Mate, but I especially want to thank those of you who mentioned that Missy does not have blue eyes. It’d really been worrying me, and I cannot express how much I appreciate you for your reviews.</p><p>I’ve been meaning to post this thank you for months, but I’ve been working on the next Bioexpa book in an attempt to be more productive this year. There just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day. Plus, I admit, I am easily distracted. </p><p>Work on the next Bioexpa book is going well. I’ve set a very attainable goal of 100 words a day. I miss it on busy days, but most days I surpass it. The hardest part is starting at all. Setting a small goal is my way to get going. It’s less intimidating than saying I’m going to write two thousand words today—which on a good day, I can totally achieve. But not achieving a larger goal day after day just wrecks me. It’s hard enough looking at the reminder I have up to wash my hairbrushes but somehow keep forgetting to do anyway. This is the most I’ve thought about it since I put that note up five days ago.</p><p>I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer. I would say that I’m going to go wash those hairbrushes, but I think all know that’s not going to happen tonight.</p><div><br /></div>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-80495328184803934942023-05-01T09:53:00.002-07:002023-05-01T09:53:56.423-07:00Reviews and Other Stuff<p><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">For the first couple of weeks after a book release, I read
reviews to see what people liked and what they didn’t. It helps shape future books
in a small way.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Currently, <i>Her Perfect Mate </i>only has two reviews. The 1-star review
sent me for a tailspin of checking the book for errors. I can’t argue with opinion, but I can dispute facts. Missy’s eyes are brown. I’m not sure where the reviewer got the idea that they were blue. Both Missy and Rick have brown eyes. All my
female main characters, with the exception of Veracity in Dark, have had brown
eyes. That kept me up last night. Now that I’ve gotten that off my mind….</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’m working on the next Bioexpa book. Thus far, it’s slow going
as I get caught in a loop of obsessively checking on a recent release.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’m thinking of either deleting or simplifying the Books tab as
I am doing a terrible job of keeping it updated. Every time I even think of updating
it, I put it off for another day. Also, I don’t like the appearance of it. The
page is glitched.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">On a personal front, I’m trying to work out a time to take my
Newfoundland for her summer haircut and bath. She’s beautiful as she is but she’ll
be more comfortable with a little less fluff.</span><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Until next time, everyone enjoy your summer! <o:p></o:p></span></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-52321872524977651472023-04-24T10:58:00.004-07:002023-04-24T10:58:48.336-07:00Another Her Perfect Mate Excerpt<p><i>Her Perfect Mate</i> is coming out this Friday and I'm so excited. Before it comes out, I thought I should post another excerpt to give everyone a small preview. Enjoy!</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> He stood and rounded the
table so that he towered over her. Missy resisted the temptation to back away.
This close, he was overwhelming. And despite this conversation, she hadn’t made
any decisions yet. Rick was essentially proposing marriage. She’d met him only <i>yesterday</i>.
The man was a stranger! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The craziness of it hit her at once and
she stumbled back a couple of steps. It was pointless. Rick pursued her,
keeping their proximity close. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He stroked her cheek with the backs of his
fingers. “You’re so beautiful. More so than I could have ever imagined whenever
I thought of taking a mate.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Thank you,” she replied automatically.
She’d been complimented on her looks her entire life. She knew she was
beautiful. Though she couldn’t quell the satisfaction of knowing that Rick
appreciated her appearance, her beauty wasn’t an accomplishment that she’d
earned. It simply was and therefore, she took no real pride in it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“When I take you, I’ll roll you onto your
belly and raise you onto your knees.” With a gentle touch to her shoulders, her
turned her from him and wrapped his arms around her waist. Missy inhaled a
shuddering breath as he trailed his lips up her neck. His voice was thick with
arousal as he continued, “And when you’re screaming my name while your pussy
sucks all the cum out of my dick, I’ll sink my teeth into the tender flesh of
your neck, claiming you forever.” He traced two fingers over the area where his
lips had been. “Right here,” he said, indicating the spot where her shoulder
and neck met. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Will it….” She stopped, clearing her
throat. “Will” made it sound like a foregone conclusion that she accepted him
as her mate. “Wouldn’t that hurt?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“No. You’ll love it.” His arm tightened
around her waist, and she could feel him, hard and thick against the curve of
her bottom. <o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-11245878852706875252023-04-15T15:11:00.001-07:002023-04-15T15:11:14.161-07:00Pre-Order<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYU5LrzRMWtgkTDMox8cj1onbIQVJfCY_1NFE3UKkqB4liATPHbkrRxCBMgjzRPodcTmDDEPqwZ4O5EcaYk06zH64lVruei6aZEpNAnuhZETfG0KHjzJlQkQ_ex1TW8D2BUNJk660CZADgrn2BYI4uyLeQuNsPbSyhT-oIm_rLygpvCMjA-_JJayAh/s2560/Her%20Perfect%20Mate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYU5LrzRMWtgkTDMox8cj1onbIQVJfCY_1NFE3UKkqB4liATPHbkrRxCBMgjzRPodcTmDDEPqwZ4O5EcaYk06zH64lVruei6aZEpNAnuhZETfG0KHjzJlQkQ_ex1TW8D2BUNJk660CZADgrn2BYI4uyLeQuNsPbSyhT-oIm_rLygpvCMjA-_JJayAh/w224-h320/Her%20Perfect%20Mate.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><p><br /></p><i>Her Perfect Mate</i> went live and is available for pre-order at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C2L48Z3S?notRedirectToSDP=1&ref_=dbs_mng_calw_1&storeType=ebooks" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-perfect-mate-thayer-king/1143357446;jsessionid=9616C920974E6D69A3B18AF6DB27DDDF.prodny_store02-atgap09?ean=2940161124277" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a>!<p></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-88376798563442653082023-04-05T11:24:00.003-07:002023-04-05T11:24:54.973-07:00Her Perfect Mate Excerpt<p>I'm still working on edits, but I thought I'd pop in to post a brief excerpt. I still haven't decided on a release date. It's looking like late this month or early next month. Enjoy!</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> When
he pulled up to the house, Melisandre stood on the porch, unlocking her door.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rick glanced at the little yellow car with
false eyelashes as he walked past. He smiled. No wonder he’d been so entranced
by the driver’s lips even as Robin had sat at his side. It had been Melisandre,
his mate.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he’d approached, she’d let herself into
the house, but she paused at the threshold, making him proud of her bravery.
He’d expected her to slam the door in his face after what Halle had told him. Taking
her history into consideration, he slowed his gait and halted at the base of
her steps. Keeping his distance was best. It gave her the impression of safety
and if he got too close, he’d be unable to resist touching her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He stared up at her. She was fucking
beautiful. He’d never really cared about looks, but he wasn’t blind. “Fate
loves me,” he murmured reverently as he took her in from her bounty of thick
blonde curls all the way down to her slender sneaker shod feet. And it was a
long way down. She was tall for a woman. As he recalled, she reached his chin.
She was slender but curvy with full breasts and rounded hips. Her legs were long,
and he couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around his waist. He wet his lips.
“Melisandre.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Everyone calls me Missy.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He nodded. “I’m not everyone.” He cocked
his head to the side as he mulled it over. “Though it’s a bit of a mouthful for
when we’re in bed.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She placed her hands on her hips. “How did
you find me?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Dade.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She huffed. “Just because you declare me
your mate doesn’t make it so. I have a choice in the matter.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yesterday, before I caught your scent, I
was at a traffic light. You were in the car behind me. Just the sight of your
lips moved me. I wanted to see more. We’re meant to be, Melisandre.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She rolled her large expressive eyes.
“That’s physical.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He acknowledged the truth of her words
with a brief nod. As a beautiful woman, she’d probably heard all manner of
compliments about her appearance. “You’re right. It starts there, but it
doesn’t end there. We’ll learn about each other over time. I wouldn’t be here
if it were just about your beauty.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And I suppose the fact that I’m human
means nothing to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He smiled. “It means you’re going to try
to deny this, but that’s okay. I like the chase. It means that the first time
we fuck, I won’t put you on your hands and knees because you’ll need a little
more time to submit to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her breathing sped up and she trembled.
And while he caught a spark of irritation in her eye, he could smell her
desire. He was happy to note the absence of any scent of fear. “Submit? Never.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rick groaned. He was a perverse bastard.
His dick actually jumped when she denied him. Fuck, he really loved a
challenge. He couldn’t recall when he was last presented with one. “Have you
eaten dinner?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She blinked and shifted from one foot to
the other. “No.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Let me take you to dinner.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She licked her full lips, and he swallowed
a growl. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That wasn’t a “no.” He could work with
that. “I’m not going to change my mind about you being my mate. You need to
know me before committing? Have dinner with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Expelling a huff, she shook her head and
mumbled, “Hell, might as well get it over with.” Rick hid a grin. He didn’t
bother to mention that with his werewolf hearing he would hear her clearly. To
him she said, “Give me a minute.”</span></p><p></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-2367460397457604552023-03-22T13:04:00.001-07:002023-03-22T13:04:14.018-07:00Her Perfect Mate<p><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I should have read last year’s post about finishing that Bioexpa
book because I completely forgot my intentions. Instead, I finished the sequel
to <i>Her Sweet Alpha </i>because I was further along in the writing process. As much
as I like to keep my word, I’m thrilled to be finished with anything. (Don’t
worry. I still plan on writing more Bioexpa books. I love matchmaking books. They’re
sweet fun.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I just finished writing <i>Her Perfect Mate</i> yesterday. I’d thought
I’d be finished a couple of months ago. But…life. In the coming weeks, I’ll try
to keep you posted as things develop and share the blurb and some excerpts. I’m
hoping the entire process will be finished in a few weeks and that Her Perfect
Mate will be out as early as next month. I’ll post when I have a definite
release date.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; font-size: 12pt;">For everyone who is reading this, I want to thank you for your
patience. Hopefully, in future, neither of our wells of patience shall be so
thoroughly tested.</span></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-69322927184308104222022-01-10T11:11:00.006-08:002022-01-10T11:11:50.598-08:00This Year's Plan<p><span style="color: #b576c0; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The saying about making plans…yeah, that really got me last
year. I’d </span><i style="color: #b576c0; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">planned</i><span style="color: #b576c0; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> to publish at least two more books—a sequel to Her
Sweet Alpha and another Bioexpa book.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #b576c0; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #b576c0; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #b576c0; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #b576c0; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-14285775300316433232021-07-11T15:24:00.000-07:002021-07-11T15:24:08.490-07:00Dark Cover, Release Date, and Excerpt!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqWAXwJaIOZIHPCOd53t4EeZTEkSeh-94OEQW48HyvIEHC6EqaqxzHFM9QnX1R4alb6xzBNGgYv_iy83Q5_tQ5X14_llWNU-nWpX4Rp7unPiNERtWA68k8jK5GzQnh4Zz4ShCj5_poI0/s2048/dark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqWAXwJaIOZIHPCOd53t4EeZTEkSeh-94OEQW48HyvIEHC6EqaqxzHFM9QnX1R4alb6xzBNGgYv_iy83Q5_tQ5X14_llWNU-nWpX4Rp7unPiNERtWA68k8jK5GzQnh4Zz4ShCj5_poI0/s320/dark.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p>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 <a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/" target="_blank">Evernight</a> website:</p><p>“You called, Veracity.” </p><p>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?”</p><p>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. </p><p>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.” </p><p>He always responded to Whimsy’s calls, but then, she was his queen.</p><p>“Why wouldn’t I?”</p><p>“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. </p><p>“I will come when you call,” he replied simply.</p><p>She nodded. “Thank you. Um, why weren’t you there when we landed?”</p><p>His silver eyes bored into her. “People tend to be terrified of me.” He tilted his head. “But you’re not.”</p><p>“My sister isn’t afraid of you.”</p><p>“She was.”</p><p>“But now you’re friends.”</p><p>He nodded. “Still, it’s not exactly wise to invite me into your bedroom. Alone.”</p><p>“You wouldn’t hurt me.”</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>“Veracity, your colony values chastity. I do not.”</p><p>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?”</p><p>“Do I need to scare you off?”</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><div><br /></div>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-65440183452345844642021-04-08T17:25:00.001-07:002021-04-08T17:25:37.904-07:00Finished Again<p><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Well, I cannot get into my Facebook page at all currently. If I ever get in again, it may be just to delete it.</span></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-38556916548619442352021-03-31T16:59:00.000-07:002021-03-31T16:59:32.323-07:00Dark's Story<p>I<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">’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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">From here, I want to work on Missy and Rick’s
story and another Bioexpa story. Time passes so quickly. It’s been <i>forever
</i>since there’s been a Bioexpa story. I’m really looking forward to working on
that.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I hope everyone enjoys their holiday.
Stay safe!</span></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-45303042627368011912020-10-14T19:47:00.000-07:002020-10-14T19:47:15.326-07:00A Few Announcements<p><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">If you haven’t read it, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Her-Sweet-Alpha-Thayer-King-ebook/dp/B07V86HFDR/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=thayer+king&qid=1602729943&sr=8-2" target="_blank">Her Sweet Alpha</a>
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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style", serif; font-size: 12pt;">So, that’s what I’ve been up to of
late. Stay well everyone!</span></p>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-16197763614490285552020-05-10T19:01:00.002-07:002020-05-10T19:03:33.924-07:00Finally...Coming May 29<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font face="georgia"><br /></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font face="georgia">His Fantasy is available for pre-order on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DSYWF3/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=his+fantasy+thayer+king&qid=1589161899&sr=8-2" target="_blank">Amazon</a>. </font></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPRSwCXpDZTXStevHzVRcQwQzpX9j355NnR54DBCMh7JlqQdwMmE8QTqi7GGi_F-qYnsMs2ETsk7_o9OuCRuMih2sZ9lj9H09g19ODzJoeJnZwR8-KRDoh1q1x9H6M4M2k1I8B_Jy0Mc/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2500" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPRSwCXpDZTXStevHzVRcQwQzpX9j355NnR54DBCMh7JlqQdwMmE8QTqi7GGi_F-qYnsMs2ETsk7_o9OuCRuMih2sZ9lj9H09g19ODzJoeJnZwR8-KRDoh1q1x9H6M4M2k1I8B_Jy0Mc/s320/kindle-cover.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><font face="georgia">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.</font></p>
<p style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><font face="georgia"> </font></p>
<p style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><font face="georgia">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.</font></p>
<p style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><font face="georgia"> </font></p>
<p style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><font face="georgia">WARNING: Kendal's
fantasies include forced seduction and may not be for everyone.</font></p><p style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><br /></div>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-8082729829846247502020-03-02T09:33:00.002-08:002020-03-02T09:33:54.125-08:00<br />
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;">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:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Aw, is that little Garrett?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“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?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“He hasn’t arrived. I called because you never told me his name.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I didn’t? Oh, that’s odd. His name is—” Garrett chose that moment to
wail rather loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Kendal winced. “You’re sure he’s OK?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Kendal, can you hold on a sec?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span>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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Jen came back onto the line sounding breathless. “Sorry about that,
Ken.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“It’s OK. You have Garrett settled?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Yup, he’s happy in daddy’s arms.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>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?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>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.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Ciaran Gregson,” said Jen simultaneously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Shit,” Kendal muttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Only Jen heard her. “What was that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Nothing. Know this, Jen, you owe me big time,” she hissed with her head
averted from Ciaran.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“What? Why? He’s everything I said he was and more.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0563c1; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: hyperlink;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-35084136698223362772019-10-31T09:54:00.000-07:002019-10-31T09:54:15.543-07:00Available Now on Amazon!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I said that <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZS4C6MC/ref=nav_timeline_asin?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">Chatting with a Vampire</a></i> would be out in October, I did not mean this late. My intention was to
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Chatting with a Vampire</i> was originally
published in the Just Vamps anthology and was very short. I wanted to lengthen it
before republishing it. I had difficulty pulling myself away from another book I
was working on and, as usual, life likes to throw up its roadblocks. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyway, it’s short and sweet. Enjoy it with
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Alaya ran her hands over her skirt again in an almost subconscious effort to make it longer. Her blouse was the same shade of pink with a deep V. The slinky material clung to her breasts and accentuated the dip of her waist.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Nervous?” Sheila had to shout over the loud music playing in the club.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She turned towards her friend and nodded. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You should be. What changed your mind about meeting this guy?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “He seemed nice.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Most serial killers do until they take out the knives.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Alaya made a face at her. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward. She wasn’t going to find Alex standing in the entrance. Also, her outfit was gaining a male audience she didn’t appreciate. A couple of men to their right ogled her and Sheila like they were fresh meat. There were a few seats remaining at the bar so Alaya guided Sheila in that direction. Glancing around, she still didn’t see Alex. Maybe he decided to back out of their date? She’d sent him her picture as well. Maybe he hadn’t liked what he saw.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The bartender came over and they ordered colas. “See him yet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Alaya shook her head. There were so many people in here and the music was so loud she was beginning to get a headache. She took a sip of her soda. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Sheila scanned the dance floor from beneath heavy false lashes that gave her dark eyes an exotic appearance. Her short curls were a shiny helmet that reflected the nightclub’s lights. “Well, if he doesn’t show up soon, there are plenty of other men in here.” She nodded to a group of men sizing them up. With a wicked grin, she crossed her long mocha legs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Alaya shook her head at her friend’s antics. Sheila’s black leather mini was shorter than her own skirt. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, Alaya bit her lip in trepidation and excitement. It was Alex. He was dressed in a shirt and slacks with a dark blue jacket. She appreciated that he had taken the time to dress nice for her. Alaya had a weakness for men in suits. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> He was even better looking in person. The hair that had appeared dark brown in his photo was alive with red and gold, reminding her of fall, her favorite season. He wore it loose, but it was neatly styled and sleek and shiny. He was tall and fit with broad shoulders. Alex’s lips curled in a smile and Alaya’s heart skipped a beat. She could have stared at him all day. “Alaya, I’m Alex.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Damn,” she heard Sheila whisper next to her. Alaya silently echoed that sentiment.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Suppressing the urge to fan her face or fall off her stool in a faint, Alaya extended her hand to Alex. “Alex, it’s good to meet you. This is my friend Sheila.” His gaze slowly travelled to her friend for a brief instant but soon returned to her as though he couldn’t bear to take his eyes off her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “It’s lovely to meet you both. Your photo didn’t do you justice.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She felt herself flushing with pleasure. “Thank you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I see you already have a drink. May I buy you another?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “No, thank you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Sheila slid off her stool. “Alex, have my seat. I see someone I know.” She hugged Alaya. “Call me later,” she whispered before moving off. Alaya’s eyes widened but she didn’t stop Sheila. This was their agreed upon signal. Sheila had sized him up and deemed him to be safe – and fuckable. She bit her lip and admitted to herself that she did want Alex. </span>Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-14901803112586392352019-08-07T15:07:00.000-07:002019-08-07T15:07:38.546-07:00Thank You!<br />
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very pleased with its reception. It’s the first shifter book I’ve written and I
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can’t help myself. I want to know what people think. And I appreciate that
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sometimes this is a good thing. I want to know what readers
enjoyed because it lets me know when I’m on the right track. Of course, no
matter what, the next book can’t be exactly the same. We’d all be bored if that
was the case. Even when someone hated a book, if their review is constructive,
I feel I can learn something from it and it challenges me to do better next
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get bad reviews that don’t explain why they didn’t like a book, there’s nothing
I can do with that. And, yeah, it bums me out. It’s like someone tossing a
rotten tomato at your baby and then running off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">After days of pouring over not just reviews of my books but also
critical reviews of books that I’ve loved, I’ve come to the trite conclusion
that you can’t please everyone. Trite but true and soothing. All I can do is
write stories that interest and please me and hope that someone else out there
will enjoy those stories as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">As summer draws to a close, I’m working on a book that I started
many years ago. I’m hopeful that it will be complete by the end of the year. I’ll
reveal more about that in the future. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">In October, I plan to re-release my short story Chatting with a
Vampire. It was included in the Just Vamps Anthology. It is the only vampire
story I’ve ever written. I’ve edited it and extended it a bit, but it’s still a
short story so it will be $0.99 and it will be available on Kindle Unlimited. I’ll
be more specific about release dates on it soon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-65075586431170608662019-07-17T14:34:00.000-07:002019-07-17T14:34:04.035-07:00Her Sweet Alpha Excerpt<i>Her Sweet Alpha</i> is due out Friday. It's available for pre-order at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V86HFDR/ref=nav_timeline_asin?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-sweet-alpha-thayer-king/1132479892?ean=2940163092772" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a>. Here's a short and sweet sample. Enjoy!<br />
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Halle watched in a frozen stupor as Dade closed and locked the door behind himself. “You’re letting out all the heat,” he explained. She stumbled back a step for every one he took forward. “We need to talk,” he said. “But first, I guess I should educate you on a few things.”<br />
He ran a broad hand through thick mahogany hair. The wind tousled waves added to his wild, untamed appearance. She was stunned anew by the vibrancy of his yellow eyes. Even if she hadn’t known of the existence of werewolves, those eyes would have reminded her of a wolf. There was something about him compelling other than just his good looks. He fairly crackled with raw energy. He was impossible to ignore. He was at once sexy and…terrifying.<br />
“How-how did you find me?”<br />
He growled softly. “I told you. You smell delicious.” He tapped the bridge of his nose. “I followed your scent.”<br />
“Yeah….” He thought he was her mate. And he was looking at her as though he could eat her up. That shouldn’t be a turn on, but somehow it was. When Lamar did it, it turned her stomach with disgust. Yet, this stranger had her panties wet and her nipples tight. And she didn’t understand it in the slightest. Yes, he was good looking, but she was mature enough not to have her head turned by a pretty face. Considering her track record with men, he was probably a liar, a cheater, or a loser. Most likely a combination, if not all three. “Listen, I don’t know if you heard me back there, but I’m human.”<br />
He nodded. “I know. Doesn’t matter. You’re my mate.”<br />
She frowned. “You can mate with humans?” <br />
Another nod, this one slower as his eyes leisurely swept her body from head to toe. Halle retreated another step. “Don’t run,” he said. “I won’t be able to stop myself from chasing you. It’s a primal instinct. I’m faster than you. I will catch you.” He wet his lips. “And probably fuck you.”<br />
“You said we needed to talk,” she swiftly reminded him, unable to keep the panic out of her tone. She didn’t want him following that train of thought. She was an idiot. She never should have opened the door to him. He was too large. If things got physical, she didn’t stand a chance of being able to fight him off.<br />
He shook his head rapidly, as though trying to clear it. “Talk. Right.”<br />
“And to clarify—I’m not agreeing to be your mate.”<br />
“Don’t have to agree. You just are.”<br />
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Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-48412758801400818622019-07-12T17:36:00.002-07:002019-07-12T17:36:38.719-07:00Coming July 19....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Alpha werewolf Dade
Stone is closing in on his thirtieth birthday. He's in dire need of his true
mate. And then he finds her--only she's human. Dade has never been with a
human. He's too big and too scary. His animal side wants to claim his mate now,
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Halle Fielding is
working as a waitress when a large stranger claims she's his mate and that
she's going to marry him and give birth to his pups. Pups! He actually said
pups! She's sure there's some mistake. She's human, and with his yellow eyes
and sharp teeth, he's clearly not. If only he weren't so sexy….</div>
<br />Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-59450479185337696642019-07-03T09:35:00.001-07:002019-07-03T09:35:37.078-07:00Summer ReleaseI just finished writing Her Sweet Alpha this morning! It’s the werewolf story that I’d initially planned to finish before Aryanna & Dexter. There are still some steps to go, but the plan is to have the book out before the month is over. I’ll announce a date soon.<br />
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I always feel at loose ends when I finish writing a book or reading a book. My mind asks: What’s next?<br />
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I plan to republish Chatting with a Vampire by October. It was a short story published in the Just Vamps anthology.<br />
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For those of you who aren’t into the supernatural stuff, I’m going to turn the majority of my attention to another story I’d been working on and hope to finish before the end of the year. I’ll keep you updated on the progress.<br />
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Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-27056166681520162302019-05-04T11:26:00.000-07:002019-05-04T11:26:01.192-07:00Another Aryanna & Dexter Excerpt<br />
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The sound of tinny wedding chimes stopped him cold. Dexter stiffened and turned. It was a damned Bioexpa drone. He’d heard it a few times around the office when others had gotten married. He hated that damned company with a passion. Whenever they sent their drones into his office, productivity dropped. The person matched became useless for the rest of the day. Likewise, with those coworkers in close proximity. They sat around gabbing and giggling. Essentially doing nothing. It was disgusting.<br />
But that wasn’t the only reason he hated them. They’d transformed his mother into a person he didn’t recognize. It was ironic. His mother used to give him her attention sparingly. Some would call it neglect. Now, she sought him out often and invited him to dinner at least once a week. However, the changes in her made him uncomfortable. He declined her dinner invitations and avoided her in general.<br />
And there was their refusal of his business offer. Fucking idealists.<br />
Dexter scowled as the drone came flying into his office. As he was alone with Brent, a married man, he figured this one had a screw loose. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as it flew toward him.<br />
A circular beam of blue light shot out of the bottom of the drone. “Dexter No Middle Name Sloane, please place your left hand into the beam of light,” said an electronic voice.<br />
“The fuck you say!” The shocked words exploded from him.<br />
“Dex, I didn’t know you’d registered.”<br />
“I didn’t.” The drone repeated its command since his hand remained safely tucked away beneath his arm.<br />
“Better do as it says or it’ll be here all day.”<br />
“Not if I beat it to death.”<br />
“Aren’t you at all curious as to who it chose for you?”<br />
“No.”<br />
Brent sighed. “You can be such a stubborn child.” He rounded Dexter’s desk and pried his hand out from beneath his arm.<br />
Dexter fought him but as soon as his hand was out the drone zipped into action as though realizing it had a reluctant subject and needed to perform its required mission quickly.<br />
“Identification verified. Dexter No Middle Name Sloane, you are hereby married to Aryanna Melisandre Kirk. Her contact information has been sent to your communication slate. Please make arrangements to meet and begin your probationary cohabitation period.”<br />
His knees went weak. Aryanna? How was this possible?<br />
“Please do not move as you are fitted for your wedding band. You will feel a slight warming sensation.” Dexter went as still as a stone, not wanting to fuck this up.<br />
A thick silver band with a thin blue strip of light circling its center appeared on his ring finger. “You may withdraw your hand. For questions or further information, please visit the Bioexpa Data Match website.” And then the drone left as quickly as it had arrived. If he had a chair, he’d have collapsed into it. He stared at the ring in wonder until his vision misted over.<br />
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Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-45153709383276675662019-04-21T15:06:00.001-07:002019-04-21T15:06:34.329-07:00Aryanna & Dexter ExcerptI know, I know. This excerpt is so late. But if you haven't read <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07LCLR1ZK/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0" target="_blank">Aryanna & Dexter</a></i>, this is new to you. And if you did read it, it's a nice flashback. Enjoy!<br />
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“I think that both you and I know that Dexter & Brent has little use for the services of Woodside Consulting.”<br />
Aryanna wasn’t terribly surprised by Dexter’s statement, but she was confused. She stared down at the plate of pasta he had prepared. It was delicious. It tasted as though someone had spent hours on the sauce, though she knew that wasn’t the case. Dexter had the most high-tech kitchen she had ever seen. He’d pushed a few buttons and out had come two plates of pasta topped with grilled chicken and what appeared to be freshly chopped bell peppers.<br />
Everything in his place was high-tech. The man obviously loved his gadgets. Lights came on and went off automatically as they entered and exited rooms. Doors opened and closed. Even the chairs in the dining room molded to conform to the user. That had given her quite the surprise when she sat down.<br />
“Mr. Sloane, then why-”<br />
“Call me Dexter or Dex.”<br />
She didn’t feel comfortable calling him Dex. “Dexter, why am I here? If you’re not interested in signing a contract, why meet with me? You could have handled this over the phone.” It wasn’t that she regretted the opportunity to spend more time with him. Dexter Sloane was serious eye candy. And he smelled delicious. She hadn’t been able to smell him last night since it was pretty impossible to smell anything over the perfume that Melissa favored.<br />
He took a sip of water from his goblet. “Can I be honest with you?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
He leaned forward and his violet blue eyes bored into her. “I invited you here because I wanted to know what I have to do to get you in my bed.”<br />
Aryanna gasped so hard that she began to choke on the swift inhalation of air. Coughing, she grasped at her glass of water.<br />
“I see that I’ve shocked you. I like to be straightforward in my communication. I could have continued to drag out the pretense of being interested in a contract, but I felt it would have been a waste of both our time. This way is so much more efficient, don’t you think?”<br />
Aryanna gulped her water and cleared her throat. She was surprised at how detached and clinical he sounded about the prospect of their sleeping together. She did find him very attractive. She would have to be blind not to. He was gorgeous. If pressed, he could make his living as a model. The breadth of his shoulders alone was enough to leave her breathless. And she had always found intelligence sexy. Without a doubt, Dexter Sloane was the most intelligent man she had ever met. But did she want to be with a man who sounded as though he’d be cataloging the experience as though it were some sort of experiment? No.<br />
Dexter muttered something indecipherable before sighing. He straightened up in his seat. “Aryanna, would you like to go to dinner with me? Tonight?”<br />
She blinked at the sudden change in topic. Then she realized what he was doing. The direct route didn’t work so he’d decided to go to plan B. She didn’t know if she should let him get away with it. Wouldn’t dinner just be more of the same? He’d probably proposition her after dessert and she’d have to make a decision.<br />
She wet her lips and his gaze tracked the movement of her tongue. Then she saw it—the flare of heat in those dark eyes. He quickly extinguished it, but she knew it had been there. Mr. Sloane was not as detached as he seemed. It intrigued her. She’d been prepared to turn him down, but she found herself nodding. She smiled. “That would be lovely.”<br />
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Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-60485521009079755292019-03-28T12:59:00.000-07:002019-03-28T12:59:05.784-07:00Update-ishWell, I’d say it was way past time for a 2019 update. I’ll tell you a secret: I’m really good at starting a story. Getting me to finish it is the challenge. I begin full of excitement, but that euphoric buzz wanes as I get to work nailing down the details. At that point, I have to push myself to focus. That’s why my Works in Progress Tab always has multiple listings. <br />
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Because it’s closest to being complete, I decided to concentrate on finishing my werewolf story. I love a werewolf story. It gives your hero legitimate reason to be big, sexy, and growl-y. You can keep up with my progress on this book and others by checking my <a href="http://thayerking.blogspot.com/p/works-in-progress_30.html" target="_blank">Works in Progress</a> tab. The werewolf story is simply called Dade at the moment. Even if I don’t do a full blog update, I try to update my word count regularly.<br />
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After Dade's story, I’m going to bend myself to something regular with no magic because I know there are readers who just want an ordinary love story.<br />
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Shockingly enough, I never posted an excerpt from <i>Aryanna & Dexter</i>. And I love posting excerpts! I know most of you have already bought it, but I’ll post an excerpt soon. Hopefully, shortly after, I can post an excerpt from something new.<br />
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I hope everyone is having a fabulous 2019!<br />
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Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-80088524623351383622018-12-14T04:45:00.000-08:002018-12-14T04:45:17.195-08:00Aryanna & DexterHappy Friday! Rather than making everyone wait a week for pre-order, I decided to publish <i>Aryanna & Dexter</i> right away. It's available for purchase at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07LCLR1ZK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1544790385&sr=1-1&keywords=Aryanna+%26+Dexter+a+bioexpa+match" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130010631?ean=2940161365540" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a>. Enjoy!<div>
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Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-64299953406538333732018-12-04T14:55:00.000-08:002018-12-04T14:55:16.195-08:00The Next Bioexpa Book<br />
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<span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif;">If you were disappointed that I didn’t have a release earlier in the year, you weren’t the only one. Aside from difficulties with the home, I had to deal with an old/new addiction to Supernatural. I watched it years ago and lost track of it for some reason. While we were in a hotel during the snow storm earlier this year, I started watching reruns. It’s scary. It’s funny. And, really, who could resist the combination of Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki? (I might be slightly obsessed with Jensen Ackles.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif;">But enough about Supernatural. I’m writing to say that I finished Aryanna & Dexter. It’s a Bioexpa book. There’s a tiny bit more work to do to get it publication ready. So, there’s no release date yet, but it will be out before Christmas. As soon as it's ready to go, I'll publish it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style, serif;">I appreciate everyone's patience with me this year. Here's to hoping next year is better!</span></div>
Thayer Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17576522280236155672noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921503204217804397.post-2562185491648596102018-05-23T18:40:00.000-07:002018-05-23T18:40:10.046-07:00Is it really almost June?I was checking the blog of an author whose books I’ve purchased in the past. I noticed that she hadn’t updated her blog in a couple of years and she hasn’t published in over a year. I was wondering what was going on and if she’d quit writing. Then, I realized that I hadn’t updated my blog in a while either.<br />
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I am still writing. I was certainly hoping to have something done by now. Instead, I’m only half finished. I’m working on my first werewolf book and another Bioexpa book while other ideas circle around in my brain.<br />
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By the way, for anyone who was wondering after reading my puppy rant, I do love my puppy now. She’s eleven months and about 115 pounds. I can just look at her soft face and she makes me happy.<br />
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