The Wicked Series

Excerpt: A Wicked Awakening

5 Star Amazon Review:
Calinda B...what a wonderful weaver of tales she is. I could never have imagined such a tapestry of eroticism, romance, mystery and science fiction/fantasy. Calinda's depiction of Tantric love is lush, deep and poetic. As a student of Tantra myself, I am impressed and captivated by her description of how sharing deep heart-centered energy can lead to wild, ecstatic bliss.

Then, I noticed a new student, an elderly woman wearing a long plaid wool skirt and an oversized sweater of golden brown. Worn leather shoes poked out from underneath the folds of fabric. It was an odd costume for working out, but I had seen worse.

"Hello. Are you new?" I inquired, clipboard in hand, ticking off the names of the students. "What's your name?"

The woman looked over at me, unblinking, with cold eyes like an eagle with a mouse in her sights. Her auburn hair, streaked with white, hung in two braids down her back. Tendrils of escaped hair sprang in coils from the cloth that bound her braids, giving her the appearance of being caught in an electrical storm. She smelled of dried leaves and sweet herbs. Her skin was remarkably unlined and taut, yet she looked as old as a Roman temple. More >>

Excerpt: A Wicked Beginning

5 Star Amazon Review: "What if every thing you believed about yourself wasn't true? What if you discovered that your physical and mental abilities were just the tip of the iceberg? And, what if this iceberg was melting fast and you began to find that your life was much more sensual and connected than you ever dreamed possible? Provocative, thrilling, and a joy to read, I can hardly wait for the next book. "

When they’d reached a calmer section Cam called, “Okay, let’s head down to the SnoqYak Club.” They paddled side by side at a nice clip, chatting. Then Cam noticed more movement in the brush next to the river. He looked at the other side. Same as when they were heading down the trail. Two shapes were staying in sync with their movements.

Then Cam noticed more movement in the brush next to the river. He looked at the other side. Same as when they were heading down the trail. Two shapes were staying in sync with their movements.

“What’s wrong?” Chérie asked, catching his head movement.

“I think we’ve got company again. Good thing we’re in the river and whatever it is out there is on land.”

Chérie looked to the right and left. She became alarmed. “Cam…what do you think that is…?”

“Don’t be scared, babe. You know there are tons of critters out there. Could be coons, like I said, or even bears…” More >>

Excerpt: A Wicked Whispering

Moving through the galaxy in exotic formation, the band of tireless travelers paused to check their starlit map.

One of the travelers sent a telepathic message to the group. “It’s this way.”

The explorers communicated with one another via thought and vibration. Hence, when one conveyed a missive to another, whoever was close to the intended audience might ripple with the message, too. This message was meant for the entire group, however, and was received as an exquisitely pleasurable shudder by all.

This assemblage was known as the Galaxy Dancers. Most of the time, their purpose was merely to co-exist in the All That Is, wandering here and there in ecstatic bliss; today, though, they had a task to do, and they did it in the same lovingly erotic-charged manner with which they did all their tasks. They streamed through the galaxy, coursing past fields of planets, sweeping vistas of star clusters, and streams of cosmic dust. To their right loped several gigantic wolf-like shapes, luminous with electric blues and grays. To their left, several enormous cat-like creatures slunk along; their thick, fur-covered paws whisper soft, and their coats glinting with translucent gold, yellow, brown, and black jewel-like sparkles of light. Following along behind were millions and millions of light seeds, awaiting assignment to true form. More >>