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From the book The Last Vhalgenn by Kayelle Allen.

“She’ll never know…” Famous Last Words (from The Last Vhalgenn) #MFRWhooks #Fantasy

The Last Vhalgenn

The Last Vhalgenn

Welcome to another week of Book Hooks, the weekly meme hosted by the MFRW Authors Blog. Here?s a chance each week for readers to get hooked on a new book! Authors each share a short excerpt from their books. If you enjoy the sample, consider purchasing the full book.

This scene takes place between Orix (the king) and Raik (the Vhalgenn). They’ve loved each other since they were old enough to say the words, but his royal, arranged marriage separated them. Raik has come back to deliver the message of a battle, and is alone with him for the first time in ages. It opens with the king speaking.

“Vhalgenn, I promise. She’ll never know.”

“No!” I moved away from him. “She’s no fool. She’s your queen and she’s risking her life to have your child. The least you can do is be faithful.”

The look of horror on his face tore out a piece of my heart. Then I realized he was looking past me.

His pregnant queen stood in the darkness, right outside the door.

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Duty to king and country has shaped Raik’s life since birth, but to protect them, she must perform a ritual that betrays all she holds sacred.
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I feature warriors in several books, and have a female warrior on another world. My bio says I write about “warriors who purr” but in this case, the warrior in question is a human female. Her name is Raik.

The Last Vhalgenn

Honor. Duty. Ritual. When she took the newborn prince to his homeland for a ritual, she never dreamed what she would bring back.

The Vhalgenn is a warrior, bedmate, soulmate, companion, and friend. Trusted by the king. Hated by the queen. To save the newborn prince, the Vhalgenn will risk her position, her honor, and death itself to honor the Old Ways. But when she takes the newborn prince to the queen’s homeland for a ritual blessing, Raik discovers a betrayal so deep the kingdom — and her heart — might never recover.

This fantasy features a strong heroine, and was originally part of the 2008 EPIC eBook Award Finalist anthology A Time To… Volume 1 – The Best of The Lorelei Signal, from Wolfsinger Publications, which is now out of print. The strong female protagonist possesses nobility, honor, and courage, and is a role model for women. The Last Vhalgenn is dedicated to all women warriors, whatever their battle.

Publisher Romance Lives Forever Books
Genre science fiction fantasy, fantasy
Heat level Sweet


warriors The Last Vhalgenn by Kayelle Allen

The Last Vhalgenn

In this scene from The Last Vhalgenn, the heroine, Raik, has just bathed and eaten, and is alone with King Orix. They grew up together, but his new queen barred Raik from the palace. Raik is back to deliver news of a battle and while delighted to be with Orix, is nervous about his queen discovering them.

Orix set his fingers beneath my chin, and turned my face up to his. “You’re more than pretty, Vhalgenn, you’re magnificent. She’s never once sat near the fire with me and talked.”

It had been our nightly ritual. “Never?”

“Never.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “I’ve learned to get along with her, but I never had to learn anything with you. We grew up with one another. You were my partner in everything I did. My lover, my sister, my sparring partner, my best friend. My everything.”

I lifted my head to look up at him. As I did, his mouth came down on mine. A feverish chill coursed through me at his touch. I’d wanted his mouth from the moment I’d seen him on his throne. Orix could not help but be languid and sultry and hot. I felt desire emanating from him like heat from an oven with its door ajar. It scorched my face and I drew in a shallow breath, afraid of being burnt.

Resisting him was something I had never done, except in play. He thought I meant it that way now and made as if to pressure me, until he saw my eyes were brimming.

“Please, Orix. Don’t.” I pushed myself away from him. “I can’t.”

He frowned, confused. For him, life was simple. A need? Fulfill it. Thirsty? Drink. Hungry? Eat. Lusty? Love.

“Half the palace must know I’m here. Do you think your queen will let this go unnoticed? She’ll have someone in here to check on me before the night’s through and I won’t be thrown out again, Orix. I couldn’t bear it.”

“Vhalgenn, I promise. She’ll never know.”

“No!” I moved away from him. “She’s no fool. She’s your queen and she’s risking her life to have your child. The least you can do is be faithful.”

The look of horror on his face tore out a piece of my heart. Then I realized he was looking past me.

His pregnant queen stood in the darkness, right outside the door.

The Last Vhalgenn

The Last Vhalgenn

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100 Word Flash Fiction Bits from Peace to Flashionation #humor #MFRWauthor #amediting

For several months, I was part of an author’s group that practiced weekly writing skills. Some of our best work was created in “flash sessions” where we limited ourselves to 100 words. No more, no less. [pq]Good flash fiction takes time, skill, and patient editing. But it teaches you to write. [/pq] I saved mine, and look at them now and then. I thought you might like a peek as well.


Jon took a breather. The other guy wasn’t firing. Jon imagined him doing what he was doing. Sitting back, Jon listened for more gunfire. More sounds of war. What if neither of them fired again? What if they sat here, neither of them moving, and didn’t fight? Was that what peace was all about? Not shooting at one another? Wasn’t peace more than not having to fight for the right to exist, to simply be? Wasn’t that what Jon was out here to do? Provide his people freedom from tyranny? Shooting began again. He scrambled to his knees and fired.


Just a little more… don’t stop. Don’t stop! Need this so bad. Need this. Please don’t stop. A little bit more. Come on. Come on. That’s it. Let it go. So close. Almost there. Hungry for it. So hungry for it.

He blew out the breath he’d been holding and took another one, hands shaking.

Been waiting for this. Been wanting it, so, so damn bad. He licked his lips. I should’ve started so much earlier, taken more time, gotten all of it ready. Oh! Yes. Yes… Here it comes!

The last little bit of ketchup landed on his fries.


He spread his thighs wider and slid down a little. “There. Can you get it in now?”
“No. Not yet.” He hooched over to the right, grunting a bit as he pushed harder. “Hold still.”
“Hurry up, baby.”
“I’m trying!” He shifted his shoulders, angled one foot against the ground for better leverage. “It’s almost in the hole. Just a little…”
“Do it harder! I can’t keep this up.”
“Hold on, baby. Hold on.” He wiped sweat from his brow. The heat rose. Fingertips slick with lubricant, he rubbed the opening. With a click, the car’s axle slid into place.


So much for avoiding embarrassing myself. She’s wearing red. Again.
I needed her to wear one more red dress to haunt my memories. This one was sleeveless, baring perfectly formed arms, strong and feminine. Strapless too, revealing skin the color of mahogany cream.

A man doesn’t stand a chance with her in that dress. Long, slinky, shiny, scarlet. Oh, God. It looks– wet. Perfect. Slick and smooth.

Her mouth is the same red, her lips plump, like she’s just been kissed. Like she ran her tongue across them. Like she wants me. Is she wet anywhere else?
Damn, damn, damn.


He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus in the dimness. Dawn’s grey light filtered through curtains billowing at the open window. A soft shriek of autumn wind whistled outside, and a gust of wind tossed the curtains apart, letting in a chill that pebbled his skin. Tossing back the silken sheets, he padded across the cold wooden floor and reached up to shut the window.

The sound of the wind silenced, leaving an utter calm. “Ahh.” Shivering, he hurried back to bed.

“You cold?” His lover reached out one powerful arm and dragged him closer, up against his radiant heat.

Replacing Her

If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.” The words to the old Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young song kept running through this head as he walked up the sidewalk. Friends assured him he’d get over her loss by starting over. But though his feet carried him forward, his heart wanted to run back.

Nothing could substitute for her. She’d been his first. Had taught him so much. Sure, she’d had her flaws, but they’d been together so many years… How could ever just buy another motorcycle now that his baby had been totaled?


“Almost like blueberry.” He licked. “With a little licorice.”

“Is not! Stop that.” His lover tried to sit up, but was pushed back against the bed.

“Lie still. It’s my turn.” Licking again, he trailed his tongue all the way up along the entire length. The tip was different. A nice, interesting mixture of the blueberry and licorice. He circled his tongue all the way around it, lapping the tip. Why didn’t I ever try this before? It’s really good. I could get used to this.

“You’ve had enough.” He managed to sit up this time. “Give me the popsicle.”

Flashionation, the Art of Clarityness and Succinctation

This flash was an exercise with a group of author friends, and was done as a joke on one of the other regulars. He was the only one who didn’t know we were going to make up crazy words and use them as often as possible. This was the explanation given for the day, which did not go toward the word count:

“Today we’re talking about clarityness and succinctation. This is what flashion is all about. The ability to shortspress yourself. Tell us in 100 words or less what could have taken multinormously more words to do. The topic is speed. Anything to do with being fast, quick, or a blend of the two — fuick. Use 100 words or less.” Here’s the one I posted:

The conceptation of flash sites is to further accenticate good grammarage. Using too many words is called overwriting, or as some call it, desimplification. Doublespeak, the government version of desimplification, is also known as govspeak, govbabble, and politalk. Plague-avoid this. It’s deadlious.

Flashion is the heightest form of trusimplification, or the art of unmystifying meaning. Like the hero called Flash himself, be the quickifest version possible. Use your smoothliest expressifications. Hammer home meaningnails.

Trash frillinormous adverbs and unconnect from ginormous nounwords. Present the smoothliest cream of meaning possible — a banana smoothie of wordage. Blendification of understanding is the goal.

Overwritten Hunk

(Like “Flashionation” for this flash we were supposed to over-write a description for a simple thing.)

The meatiness of it thrilled her from her tiny, itty bitty little feet to her abundantly flowing cascade of rich streaming hair. She flounced said locks, running a manicured hand through the generous quantity of golden curls that bounced around her shoulders. Her fingertips, painted white by the French manicure process, which was not truly paint but a type of pencil painstakingly etched underneath her long, oval shaped nails, tapped the edge of the meat delicately.

Too much pressure on such a tender hunk might cause everything to slip, spreading juices over the white tablecloth as she cut the steak.


“Guys! Check out this gun. It shoots around corners.” Jase waited for the hysterical laughter to die down so he could continue. “Look, I’m not faking this. It really works.”

Guffaws filled the barracks. His sergeant slapped him on the back. “Rookie, you got taken.”

“Okay. Stand in front of it then.” Jase flipped out the supports for the gun, set it down and turned its nose 90 degrees to the left, then sighted along the special scope.

Snickering, elbowing each other, whispering, his bullies clustered in front of the weapon.

Jase pulled the trigger. When it worked, nobody laughed.

A One-sided Phone Conversation

“Hey, Mom. It’s me. I tried that recipe you sent me. It sucked.”
“No, not the roast. Those cookies.”
“No. Not Aunt Matilda’s. The cookies with mashed potatoes.”
“Yes you did so give me a cookie recipe with mashed potatoes in it! You said to use leftovers.”
“Oh, now you remember. Well, it sucked. I threw mine out.”
“Cause nobody’d eat ’em!”
“I didn’t do anything wrong. Why do you always jump to conclusions about my cooking?”
“Substituted one thing. I didn’t have mashed potatoes. Not everybody’s got cooked taters laying around.”
“Three cans of Pringles.”
“What’s so damn funny?”

Jailhouse Singer

The Last Vhalgenn

The Last Vhalgenn

Evanescence was belting out another tune as I pulled in and parked. I sat there, motor running, singing along, mumbling parts I didn’t know. Jailhouse singer, that’s me. Behind a few bars and can’t find the key, but I love to sing.

A car door across and down opened, and out popped the prettiest thing I’d ever saw. Big brown eyes, sweet mouth, not a day over twenty. Damn cock reared up like a stallion at the thought of that tight ass inside tighter jeans. Those lusty eyes met mine and he smiled. Just like that, I fell in love.

Thanks for popping in today. :) How about a taste of something much better to read? This is a giveaway for everyone, an illustrated eBook called Behind the Scenes with The Last Vhalgenn. This free eBook is an inside look at the characters and setting in the story. When you click the link, this will either offer you a download, or open in a new window, depending on your settings. To read it, you need Adobe Reader, available free.

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Staying Home with TRS

Staying Home with TRS

It’s the Romantic Times Convention in New Orleans this week. It’s going to be fun. But what if you’re not going? Maybe you can’t get time off, or you live too far away. Or maybe it’s not in the budget. Some folks don’t like live crowds. I hear you. I’m not going either. So I’m joining The Romance Studio’s fourth annual Staying Home Party. They’re giving away an Amazon gift ecard (electronic gift card only, value $100) to one lucky reader and a lot of other prizes too!

Where’s the party?

The event will be held exclusively at The Romance Studio PARTY SITE. Registration isn’t required if you’re a reader who wants to comment or enter any of the giveaways.

When is it? What time will it be?

The party starts today, May 13th, and goes until May 18th, 2014. Time is all day.

Okay so HOW do I enter for the Amazon gift ecard?

The Romance Studio authors will be posting during the event period at our PARTY SITE about their latest books and other entertaining topics. Comment on any of the posts at any time during the event (should be at least acceptable/polite comments because comments in poor taste may result in exclusion from the event), and fill out the gift card entry form that will appear at the party, and you will be entered into the drawing for the Amazon gift ecard.

How do I enter for the other prizes?

For other prizes donated by TRS and all participating authors, there will be easy to use giveaway forms at the PARTY SITE.

What else? Like eligibility?

1) It must be legal to participate where you are.
2) You must be at least 18 years old to participate. Content on the party site may be mature in nature.
3) Non-reviewing staff members from TRS are not eligible to participate.
4) By entering, you agree that TRS and its participating authors are not responsible for items lost in the mail.
5) By entering, you understand that there will be romance books and/or ebooks making up or included in the prizes. These will be of varying genre and heat level and by entering, you agree that TRS and its members and affiliates are not responsible for material the individual prefers and/or finds suitable or doesn’t.
6) No substitution of any prize, for cash or other products, allowed.

What authors will be participating in the event?

The Last Vhalgenn

The Last Vhalgenn

Alexa Bourne, Allison Merritt, Ana Raine, Anne Kane, Annette Bower, B.J. McCall, Billy London, Brenda Whiteside, Carol Burnside / Annie Rayburn, Charity Parkerson, Christiane France, Christina Tetreault, Christine Murphy, Cynthianna/Celine Chatillon, Denys? Bridger, Erin McRae & Racheline Maltese, Gail Koger, Haley Whitehall, Heather Hiestand, Holley Trent, Imogene Nix, Janet Eckford, JoAnne Myers, June Stevens, Justus Roux, K.A. M’Lady, Kara Griffin, Karen Kay, Kary Rader, Kate Deveaux, Kayelle Allen (that’s me!), Kelly Gendron, Kristina Knight, Lace Daltyn, Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy, Leigh Ellwood, Lucy Felthouse, Lucy Monroe, Mardi Maxwell, Martha O’Sullivan, Mary Frances Gualandri, Megan Slayer, Monica Burns, Natalie-Nicole Bates, Natasza Waters, Paloma Beck, Pauline Baird Jones, Raine Delight, Rosanna Leo, Ruth Sims, Samantha Gentry, Sean Michael, Sharita Lira, Shawna Delacorte, Shiloh Saddler, Shirley Martin, Starla Kaye, Susan Horsnell, Susana Ellis, T. C. Archer, Tarah Scott, Tina Donahue, Tory Richards, Wendi Zwaduk, and Yolanda Ashton.

What are you waiting for? I already gave you an invitation. ^_^ See you on the site!


Grab a giveaway here before you go. This is for everyone — no entry needed! It’s an illustrated eBook called Behind the Scenes with The Last Vhalgenn. This free eBook is an inside look at the characters and setting in the story. When you click the link, this will either offer you a download, or open in a new window, depending on your settings. To read it, you need Adobe Reader, available free.
The Last Vhalgenn is on sale now — only $0.99!
Duty to king and country has shaped Raik’s life since birth, but to protect them, she must perform a ritual that betrays all she holds sacred.

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