Kan Asma Christmas Tradition

Merry Christmas!

Here is a little glimpse into the Kan Asma- style Christmas tradition.

I hope you have a wonderful and merry Christmas day!


“It’s time for the blooding.” Mikhail launched from the second-floor banister and did a tight somersault landing on the main floor with hands up like a gymnast. The loud stomp of his boots echoed through the vaulted atrium as he rushing into the kitchen.

“Who’s it going to be this year?” Lucas flashed his fangs. “Should we do a lottery or pull names from a hat?”

Tray waved a long, serrated knife in the air.  “This should do the trick.”

Anna slipped through the open doorway, her mate Dimitri right on her heels. “I’m partial to using fangs.” He winked but mostly just for Anna.

Therese shook her head and backtracked through the kitchen moving through the crowded dining room to where her mate waited with a glass of sparkling wine. She sipped it and savored the sweet bubbly Moscato as it danced on her tongue. “You’d think they’d want presents and Christmas Carols. Instead, they are stuck in the middle ages, still.”

Davran nuzzled her throat, a scrape of fang teasing along the pulse points. “They’re predators. It is in their DNA to engage in a blooding.”

“It’s messy.” Therese frowned, remembering last year’s Christmas mess had her rushing from her mate’s embrace and heading back to where her offspring were beginning to engage in a long held Kan Asma tradition.

“Must you field dress that thing in my stainless-steel sink?” she shouted as she dashed into the kitchen.

“Kinda frowned upon to do it outside.” Mikhail cocked an eyebrow. God, that son of hers was a cocky young male. She wouldn’t tell anyone, but, she found him charming and adorable. And, too handsome for his own good. Perhaps he’d settle down soon. She’d have to talk to Ivan about finding him a mate.

Luke twirled a sharp meat prong between his fingers. Therese didn’t have to guess why his mate Katiya avoided the kitchen. No respectable female would want to see the carnage in her normally spotless kitchen. “Ah, we need to get this going, I’m starving.”

“Don’t worry nan, we’ll have it all spic and span again for you as soon as we are done.” This time it was Traian giving her the assurance. Except, last year he’d hit an artery and the blood splatter on the wall had to be scrubbed with bleach.

Therese wagged a finger. “You stay away from it, Traian Komar.”

The other siblings in the kitchen groaned collectively.

“Give that to me.” Anna grabbed the knife from her brother and trudged to the sink. “Nan, this is the biggest suckling pig I’ve ever seen. How did you even get it into the kitchen?”

Therese smiled. “Your father, of course.”

Ivan took that moment to march into the room, a scowl on his austere features. She loved her eldest son. He had such a commanding presence and looked so much like his grandfather, the leader of the First Mates.  But, trying to find him a gift for Christmas proved nearly impossible. Except for Mikhail. He’d asked her to wrap a Costco bulk purchase of spray starch for Ivan. Oh, that was going to cause a ruckus during the gifting time.

Therese grinned. All her children were in the room with her. They were in the process of preparing the monstrous pig for the roasting. It’d look like something out of a medieval painting soon. By twelve in the morning, they’d have an entire wood pit constructed in the back yard and the pig on the spit. While they teased each other and joked, eating treats and drinking mulled wine, they’d turn the pork until the thing was cooked through.

Then, her favorite part of Christmas would happen. They’d share the dinner together, enjoying the quiet moment of celebrating while dining on the roasting pig.

Then, well, she’d march her younglings right back into that kitchen and start a new tradition—they’d get to clean the dishes and make sure any blood stains were gone by dawn.

Therese left the kitchen, intent on finishing up the final wrapping of her gifts. She loved Christmas because it meant being with her family.

And, that delectable pig.

Next Big Thing

Vivien Jackson tagged me for the Next Big Thing blog post. Thanks Vivien, it is always fun to play along with these fun activities.

The deets: The Next Big Thing blog post is basically answering 10 questions about your wip.

So, these are the questions I have to answer:
1. What is your working title of your book? Mated in Treason

2. Where did the idea come from for the book? Expanding the world of the Kan Asma Vampires.

3. What genre does your book fall under? Paranormal romance featuring vampires.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

For Gunnar I would cast Trevor Donovan.

Gunnar Muratti

For Nadia, I would select: Beren Saat a beautiful Turkish model and actress.


5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? By mating in secret, they defied the dictates of their people but now they must decide to accept the consequences or join forces against those they love. (This blurb is a work in progress.)

6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? I intend to have this series published through a publisher.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? Still writing it, so I don’t have an answer to that. I’d say from start to submit-ready about 9 months to a year.

8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? I’m not sure, I’d say there are a few Prime novels from Susan Sizemore that have some of the forbidden lover tropes, and there are many books with paranormal societies that have tight regulations about mating.

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?  Gunnar, the hero, gave me a nice look at what he was suffering through and I just had to write what he was showing me.

10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? Mikhail shows up and reveals a little more about his very secretive backstory. Also, there is an across the railroad tracks romance and a huge rift that happens within the Kan Asma culture. Things are really going to get heated between the high born ruling class and an uprising called the Faction.

This has been fun. Anyone who wants to take this blog prompt for their own, consider that my passive tagging style.

Thanks for stopping by.


Coming Soon: Bound By Obsession

My third paranormal romance in the Blood-Vine series is due to release very soon. I wanted to share the cover art, done by the most talented April Martinez, the blurb and an excerpt from Chapter One.

So, without further ado, here is your first taste of Traian Komar in Bound By Obsession.

In his long life, Traian Komar has managed to escape the mating noose. Being bound forever to a female isn’t anything he’s ready for. However, when he runs into Bethany, a woman from his past, every bonding instinct within him surges to life. Bethany’s the one who got away and he’s never forgotten her. Traian’s sudden obsession with her is all-consuming. But, he can’t do a damned thing about it. Dr. Bethany Miles is a mere mortal, and Kan Asma aristocrats are forbidden to mate with humans.

 For several long years, Bethany, a child psychologist, has devoted her life to her work. When a request for an appointment with an adult comes in, she’s ready to refer the case to her colleague … until she notices the patient’s name, Traian Komar. Beset by memories, Bethany agrees to see him. When he shows up, she doesn’t count on the passion he awakens within her.

The moment they’re face-to-face only intensifies the burning lust they’d always resisted. This time, Traian doesn’t hold back. His lack of restraint turns both their lives upside down and uncovers secrets that could jeopardize their growing bond. Because of his refusal to conform to his people’s traditions, Traian risks losing Bethany and any hope they have for love. He must conquer the threat to their mating and find a way to make her his … forever.


And now an excerpt:

Chapter One

Traian’s hunger propelled his long steps and brought him closer to his destination. Beside him, Tray’s brother, Mikhail, matched the quick pace, keeping up with his typical swagger. They rounded the corner and automatically slowed down. The floor-to-ceiling glass windowpanes of the storefront caught their reflections. Tray didn’t need the reminder that they stood out with their tall height and muscular builds. The differences between them were stark. Mikhail was the thick-necked, dark-haired one. Tray looked more lean and fair with shoulder length blond hair. Mikhail reached out to open the door. Tray entered first and came to stand in the back of the busy room. Mikhail followed him a second later.

“It’s a benefit to us that California has such early sunsets in winter,” Traian said as he turned to face Mikhail. Tray had been looking forward to this meal all afternoon. Sundown couldn’t come fast enough.

“True, it’s a fortunate advantage for a hungry vampire.” Mikhail smirked, showing the slightest hint of sharp fang tips.

“We’ve definitely come to the right place. I see plenty of options that’ll hit the spot.” Tray bit down into his lower lip, flashing Mikhail a bemused look.

“That particular one would be enough to satisfy even my cultured palate.” Mikhail lifted his finger and pointed across the space, indicating just what he wanted to dine on.

“Only you, kardes, would indulge in such a pig-out.” With a chuckle, Traian reached over and smacked his brother on the shoulder. “Better watch the calories; you might end up with a bit of pudge around your gut.”

Sniffing derisively, Mikhail quirked an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. “Well, I already know what you’re pigging out on, and I’d like to warn you against such a mistake. All carb, no protein… Really, brother, how do you intend to keep that girlie shape you’re sporting?”

“By kicking your scrawny ass,” Tray flashed a wicked smile before stepping forward. He cocked his head over his shoulder and muttered jubilantly, “Looks like I’m going first.”

Mikhail only swore in Turkish and shoved his brother before saying, “Well, hurry your bony butt up, I’m starving here.”

Tray shrugged and ignored Mikhail. He turned his full attention frontward and met the bored look of a young, college-aged girl. Mousy features framed by multi-hued hair, in varying lengths, showed off the oval shape of her face. A silver barb, pierced through her upper lip, muted the sweet innocence of her youth, a bit. When she noticed him, her pale gray eyes widened and she moistened her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Yup, another piercing there, too. Before he’d moved near, she was slouched over and tuned out. One earbud, from her IPod, hung over her shoulder and the other fit in her ear. She straightened and yanked the headphone out. Tray leaned closer, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched her stare flick down, roving across the outlines of his torso, tracking over his rounded biceps.

Clearing his throat, he effectively redirected her attention back to his face. Her dreamy expression deepened and Tray almost rolled his eyes. “Ma’am?” he said, just to seem polite.

“Yes,” she replied rather breathlessly.

A nudge in his ribs made Tray flinch, “Hold your horses, youngling. He forced into his brother’s thoughts.

“Stop flirting with the human, I’m famished,” Mikhail replied tersely.

Fine, his own stomach growled in protest at his stalling, as well. Tray blinked and pulled back a bit. Time to sate one of his most basic needs: food.

She followed as far as she could but the thick slab of granite separating them prevented her from all out touching him. Tray rocked on his heels and lifted his gaze to fix on the far wall. “I would like two clubs on rye, with all the fixings. Add a side of that famous apple coleslaw, and peach cobbler. Also, two passion fruit iced teas. My brother here wants an egg salad on whole wheat, a large order of fries and the fresh fruit salad. As you can see, he is just as boring as his food choices. No sense of adventure, the poor bastard.”

The cashier dutifully entered each item into the register. When Tray rambled off Mikhail’s order, she focused directly behind Tray. Her smile grew almost flirty and that tongue came out again. This time, it brushed across her teeth while she appraised Tray’s brother.

“Hello there, doll.” Mikhail sidled alongside Tray. Mikhail’s cultured Russian accent deepened as he continued, “Is Tray here giving you a hard time? I could break his face with my fist, be your champion extraordinaire.”

The poor thing was dumbstruck. Her lips parted but nothing came out. Now, Tray indulged his urge and rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, if he’s Prince Charming, then I must be the Big Bad Wolf.” He fake growled, hiding his fangs behind taut lips.

A quick flash twinkled in her eye at his statement. She tried to smother a laugh but it didn’t work. Tray noticed she diverted herself by plunking at the register keys, totaling their order.

“That’s gonna be twenty-two dollars, sir.”

Tray reviewed the sum and peeked at the menu board. After a quick calculation of each item, he grimaced. It didn’t add up. “I think you might be missing something,” he offered courteously.

She shook her head and stared at Mikhail. “His is on the house.”

Before he could utter a thing, Mikhail slapped Tray’s back and whooped with hilarity.

“Serves you right, big bro, a bit of chivalry goes a long way.” Mikhail swaggered to the dining area where he ass-planted it in a back booth. His big, soldier-like body took up the space of one bench.

Tray paid the total, tossed the change in a glass tip dish, and leaned against the partition. When their order was up, he grabbed the tray with their plates and sauntered over to join his brother. He set the food down with a hard clank and one of Mikhail’s melon slices fell off with a wet plop. Sliding onto the opposite bench, he scowled at Mikhail and said, “Who do you think you are? Cujo?”

Mikhail’s lips twisted in a paltry attempt to keep his amusement at bay.

Tray drummed his fingers on the tabletop, waiting for a reply. He hated having his back to the room. Even with heightened senses, he preferred to see danger coming at him. It gave him time to calculate his responses, to determine what he would do to the person posing the threat. And, it spared him the heebie-jeebies feeling that was presently crawling along his skin, prickling with gooseflesh. Tray hated the infernal sensation and would never again be caught unawares in any situation.

When he’d fled their village in Abkhazia, some twenty-odd years ago, it was only after several horrible weeks of agony and torture. He hadn’t been spared the suffering. Luckily, while he was trapped, his brothers effectively found a way to evacuate the survivors.

Tray had found them nearly a month later. His physical injuries limited his ability to move speedily. Despite his wounds, his mind was his greatest weakness. The atrocities he witnessed in the scientist’s lab scarred his soul in ways he never thought possible.

Lured by the lovely, Sascha, he’d been blinded by his growing hunger and never noticed her duplicity. She was his blood host, his Adak; he required her vein to sate his need, and her body to give him release. It had been a fulfilling relationship for many, many years. Until the bitch had betrayed him.

Before dawn, on the day of the invasion, she’d convinced him to let her tie his hands behind his back in a mock attempt at seduction. What male wasn’t up for a little bondage now and then? Traian shuddered. The memories of being ambushed from behind made his gut roil. Sascha knew his Híbe, the special talent of manipulating nerve endings, was no good to him as long as they restrained him. He was utterly powerless, like that damned Samson who was deceived by his lover Delilah. Tray had fought with every ounce of his strength but he couldn’t battle the drugs pumped into him. The massive elephant tranquilizer had effectively shut him down. He’d been unconscious through the brunt of the incursion.

And when he finally woke up, he was in hell.

“Those bastard quacks,” Mikhail sneered with a low growl. “It’s been almost three damn decades and your head is still scrambled, Bro.”

Tray realized he’d zoned out, totally ignoring Mikhail and the food sitting there waiting for him to dig in. Lifting his chin, he met his brother’s concerned stare. With an indifferent shrug, he picked up the first half of one sandwich. “Next time, I’ll just toss you on your ass so I can sit where I’m comfortable. That way, I can spare you my little traipse through memory-fucking lane.” 


Monday with Mikhail: What I’m buying for my “playroom.”


Before I begin, I have to congratulate my brother Traian on the contract offer for his story. Christa has informed me that Bound By Obsession will be published by Liquid Silver Books.  Congrats kardes!

Hello humans. Today you celebrate Presidents’ Day. The government is doing its best to commemorate persons of importance. I’ve been around for quite some time and, in fact, have heard or seen almost all of these Commanders in Chiefs as they directed the United States into the country it is today.  I suppose they garner the accolades due to them. There are others in the history of the world that should be celebrated, but that is stuff for another post. What does this day mean to the people around here? Well, first for the kids, this is the opener of Ski Week, which means seven whole days of play. The adults are out shopping, trying to catch a good deal on electronics or cars. And,  me…Well, I thought I would spend this afternoon shopping as well.

 I don’t need another flat-screen TV. Traian is the one who has all the cool computer toys. Though, I do have the necessary electronics that make life easier, too. I’m going shopping for my spare bedroom that I plan to turn into a play room of sorts.

 An adult playroom.

 So, what should I put into this chamber of illicit activities?

 First up is the ergonomic, functional tantric chair.

Any way you want it...

 The Revel Essence Chair is up-scale and ritzy. Not only is it versatile, classy, and easy to use, but it offers an array of positions that will aid in a long, decadent night of play. This chair is found here. http://www.revelfurniture.com/the-chair.php.

 If you need suggestions on how to use it, check out their “positions” page. Some of these chairs have an interesting place for those naughty wands. Be warned though, it is not for those who are chaste, virginal, or prude. Why anyone of those attributes would go to a site where there are sex chairs is beyond me, but the warning stands.

 No playroom would be complete without a mat. There is a fantastic one, all in black, that is wedge-shaped but can be converted into many different designs. It is kind of bulky, so it takes up some room. I think it could be used for more than simple sex, though, and because of that, I will be  adding it to the collection.

 Another item for my suite will be a hot seat. If you could only imagine how awesome it would be for me to use my special talent to warm things up a bit, then you would know how cool it would be to add that to my room. Don’t know what a hot seat is? Well, I’m sorry, that’s a total shame.

 The kraliyet bodyguard, Demayan, suggested I pick up a swing. I’m not entirely sure of that one yet. I’m still debating. That contraption would probably make my oldest brother Ivan grin in glee. If he grinned. Or, felt glee.

 I’m up for a faux-fur throw, spread out before the fireplace. Nothing like my lover reclining there, cushioned by soft fur while she waits for me.


Other than a day bed that we can use and rest upon, and a sideboard fully stocked with alcohol, I think that about sums up the things I am going to buy today.

Did I miss anything? Feel free to make suggestions and don’t be shy. Tell me exactly what you would do with it as well.

 Be naughty. I’m sure the presidents were too.


Monday with Mikhail: On Lovey-Doveyness…


Fuckin love…only humans would come up with a day in honor of sentimentality! I’m quite sure that the candy purchasing quota for the year has been once again met or exceeded. Same with the dozens of floral bouquets, sappy poetic cards and for those lucky ones, silky lingerie. While Valentine’s Day is one way to woo a woman to your bed– let’s face it, males really only want one thing on this night– my people have different attributes for some of the typical materialistic gifts of this special lovey-dovey holiday.

First up is the lingerie. Of course, most men picture strappy, revealing negligees on their significant other. I’d be first in line if a sexy, delicious lady paraded herself around the room in nothing but black lace and a g-string. I have no doubts she’d willingly go to my bed on the slightest command, too. But, I digress. For my people, the fertility goddess Satanaya weaves a cherkesska garment as a way to impress a heroic male. He, in turn, provides her with a leather harness. I, for one, think the idea of fitting my woman with a leather harness would be quite sexy. What would occur afterward, well must be censored.

Tie her up....

Next, is the Kan Asma Nart inspired connotation regarding the red roses. I’ve heard many times that a single red rose means I love you. Since love is one of those sentiments I’d rather not end up a slave to, I much prefer the mythos of my people. The Blossom of Lady Satanaya, is an epos that younglings are taught about from early in their lives. It signifies something much greater than a simple emotion. Actually, our take on the rose goes further than mortal feelings. The first portion of the fertility myth is about life-giving magic. Since we tend to live really long lives, I’m fucking thrilled that the goddess figured out the whole near immortality thing. I might have to plant a rose-bush in her honor. But, right now, it really wouldn’t go with my penthouse décor. After that, the mythology shows the Lady’s powerful ability to use the elements to sustain life. Isn’t that so much better than a withering flower plucked for one single special day? Yep, I think it is. Love, well, you humans just go ahead and keep being silly romantics. Someone has to keep the florists happy.

Love? Or...life?


In all honesty and a little disappointment, I can’t compare our myths with the trend of sending chocolates in a heart-shaped box. It is a shame that we didn’t have chocolate way up in the Caucasus Mountains until much later in our lives. There are many sensual ways that chocolate can enhance a romantic interlude, and I have probably indulged most if not all of them. Feel free to share with me your ideas regarding chocolate and seduction!


I hope you are all on a sugar high and enjoying your Cupidy cherubs, love-darts, Sweet-hearts, and getting lucky in bed.

 See you next week.



Monday With Mikhail: Nart Epos

My brother Traian loves to jibe me about my “attachment” to the old traditions and rites of our people. True, I enjoy collecting priceless artifacts and spending a pretty-penny on adding to my ever growing, fine-art display. However, I’m not entirely steeped in tradition. I do prefer speaking in Russian, which peeves many of the old folks in our community who believe Turkish is the mother language and won’t bend at all. I spent many years schooling in Moscow but deep down, the call of home always drew me back.
Today, I’ll share with you one of our mythology stories from the Abkhazian lore. It’s based off the Circassian culture’s long held belief system. I’m sure many of you have read about Greek gods and monotheistic deities. Well, we have some intriguing fantasy stories called the Nart Epos. Someday, I’ll explain the sultry fertility rites but Christa has explained this blog is rated R. That means, discussing the way we cavort around the forest, naked and in pursuit of our lovers, must be censored. Yes, I know, disappointing. I have it under great authority though, that there might be a replay of said rite in my own story. I promise to make it as sensual and erotic as the ritual itself, so we can enjoy the experience. Plus, me naked in all my vampire glory, is a definite sight to see. You won’t be disappointed.

Now, on to the mythology lesson for the day: Nartizch Wered: The Song of the Ancient Narts.

My great sabre is as fearsome as a crazed hound
Streaming crimson blood down its twosome fangs.


And here, ‘Sosriqwe Maf’e Qeih’ (‘Sosriqwe Fetches Fire’) the hero of the tale takes council with his steed Tx’wezchey (Little Dun):

My Tx’wezchey,
The fleetest of them all.
 This is the Giant’s mound,

 His feet are tucked under his head.

 The fire is in the middle,

   And the Ogre is asleep.

   Now, my fleet Tx’wezchey,

  Tell me, pray, how to steal a brand?’


— ‘Swarthy Sosriqwe,

The iron-eyed darksome man.

Most dashing horseman,

Ride on my back. I shall turn the clatter of my hooves
Into the tamer tread of a hound.

[As we draw nearer,] my hound footsteps

I shall make as soft as a feline’s.

We shall sneak up.

And snatch a fire-brand.’


Now, wouldn’t you want a fine steed who can tell you how awesome you are while he helps you solve your problems?

Maybe next week, I will share with you the myth that inspired my tattoo. Every Komar son has the same ink. The story behind the mark captures our heritage, very well. But, it is a discussion for next time.

Thanks for stopping by today.



Monday with Mikhail

I’m stuck in Russia, slumming it in the gorgeous penthouse suite of my cousin Sevastian’s place in Rostov-on-Don. If you don’t know where that is, it is one of the closest metropolitan areas near our village and therefore a hub for us when we come here for info-gathering purposes. It is in the South of Russia and is located on the Don River near the Sea of Azov. Much history has taken place here. The Greeks held it for a time, calling it Tanais and, then, my forefathers took over, building a Turkish stronghold. The fortress still stands, in some capacity, and is called Azak.

 Vastian’s place looks out on all the tributaries that run together making the Port of Five Seas. It is a stunning view, especially when the starlit sky reflects on the inky surface of the water.


There is plenty to do during the day, which blows for a sun-sensitive male like me. My sister Anna, would love to spend time shopping in the big trade buildings, for sure. At night, things slow down and honestly, can get rather boring.

 Since I am stuck inside during the daylight hours, I tried to entertain myself with the various media options Vastian has installed in this high-tech loft. After a while, even the massive amounts of television channels, in multiple language- all which I can speak fluently- I found myself going stir-crazy. So, when Vastian invited me to join in on their weekly Medal of Honor game, I thought why the hell, not? Figures he’d have the whole thing installed on his computer, here.

 It took a few moments for them to load up the server and for me to connect to the game. A little bit into the opening scenes and I was having fun. I haven’t played many war-games and found the human limitations stifling. None of the soldiers can teleport. They can’t mind-speak or use super-human senses to find the enemies who come out of hiding in surprising places. I did get quite a thrill shooting the hell out of my cousins and a few of the kraliyet muscle who joined in on the game. Those body-guards tend to do crazy things to try and rack up points, so they can win.

 During one particular map, the allies were hunting down the bad-guys and my kills were stacking up nicely. Yup, proficient killer here either in real-life or virtually. Suddenly, though, I got toasted. From out of nowhere, someone sniped me. I couldn’t figure out where the little flea was. War was on. I didn’t care who I gunned down or where my team went. I wanted the sniper whose handle was Spaz. Every time I connected with my team and asked them for info on the mysterious Spaz, my questions were answered with laughs and chuckles. Bastards, the lot of them.

 Though my scores were pretty damned good and I was kicking asses and taking names, the rouge sniper was giving me a complex. I’d peruse the score card at the end of each game and noticed that Spaz racked up an enormous amount of kills. Usually, it was Vastian, Pietr and myself getting our butts handed to us.

 As day finally turned to night and it was the early morning hours in California, the time to end our play had come. I prodded Vastian to let me know who the hell had managed to trump me time and again. I wanted to go back home and try a little real sparring to put this cocky-virtual-sniper in his place. No one shoots me, even if I am an avatar in a war game. I like to win. I do the shooting.

 After threatening Vastian, by warning him I’d snip off his long, golden hair when he was asleep, my cousin finally caved. He made me wait a moment while he went to go get this Spaz on the line. I waited eagerly, ready to give the sniper shit.

 A female voice chimed in on the other end of the phone. Young, giggly and totally unrepentant, my cherubic female cousin Yasimen popped on the phone, recounted how many times she’d sniped me and how she couldn’t wait to do it again.

 Totally speechless, that I got killed over and over by an eleven year old, I could only manage to reply, “What the f….?”

 Yasimen, my sweet adorable cousin, turned into a mischievous, self-assured imp and promised to kill me again, next time.

 Well, the battle is on. Never in my life would I have uttered a promise to shoot the hell out of a female youngling. But, she has it coming.

 I’m so not letting a kid trump me in a shoot-em-up virtual game.

 Thing is, I might not have any choice.

 Really, the ‘tween, is a freaking good sniper. She schooled us all.

 I’m proud of her for taking us down.

 She just better not get used to it.

 So, anyone have Medal of Honor cheats they’d like to share? I need to teach Spaz a lesson.



Monday with Mikhail


Welcome back to another Monday with wonderful Me.

As some of you may know, my brother Lucas recently reunited with his mate Katiya. In some familial obligation we were forced to endure the Family meal at their house this past weekend. Yes, my brother has been plain ole pussy-whipped and it was a sad thing to witness. I hope to NEVER end up wrapped around a female’s finger like he is. Lord spare me the indignity and the headache. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, the evidence pointing to Kat’s return stared at me from their coffee- table. It was peppered with smelly candles, glass nicknack’s and several gossip- rags. I did manage to find a rather entertaining love quiz in one of her contemporary magazines. I thought today, I’d spend a few minutes going ove a couple of the questions. So without further ado, let’s learn about Mikhail-style love and sex– you know you want to, I can tell by the saucy grin on your face.

On to the quizz…


What are three requirements you prefer in the other sex?


1. Sweet blood 2. Hot body 3. Endurance

Name one body part you simply adore:

I’m a leg- guy all the way. Good place to kiss, explore and even bite.

What is the thing that will make you think your lover is bad?

I’m all for trying something beyond vanilla. A little spanking, a little bondage, blindfolds. I might even like it if SHE ties ME up.

What’s your favorite way to kiss?

Anyway she wants and will make her melt in want of me. Then, I’ll turn things up and add the biting.

What’s the craziest place you have had sex?

Now, now,  my momma did raise me not to be a total dick.  I might not kiss-n-tell the whole wide-world, but I have shared this rather delicious experience and gorgeous woman with my brother Traian, maybe he’d be happy to spill the details and tell you all about the cuts he got on his ass.

Do you have any burning questions you’d like to ask me? I’d be thrilled to answer them for you.

Thanks for stopping by today.




Monday with Mikhail: Disney Princes- Vampire Candidates



Mikhail’s take on who’d make the perfect vampire Disney hero.

Some how, my sister, Anna, managed to wrangle me into helping her baby-sit two adorable cherub-faced imps. The female younglings are my cousins and someday they will both knock their mates flat on their asses. I feel sorry for the bastards who end up bonded to Yasimen and Allie. The two little devious charmers are going to get their way every single time. Which brings me to the topic of this blog post…

After spending an entire weekend on a Disney Princess movie binge, the youngest of my cousins Aliya, who insists we call her Allie, turned and asked me why there were no fangs on any of the princes. The Beast in Beauty and the Beast doesn’t count, he is more Lycan than vampire and so he is exempt in this discussion. So, after Anna made us popcorn and hot chocolate- yes I do like to indulge- we sat there and discussed who would make the best vampire out of all the Disney Princes.

 First up: Snow White’s prince,


He has many of the characteristic a vampire might possess. He is daring, aggressive and drawn to his mate. She sleeps in a glass-coffin, which is an interesting twist. Once his beloved is threatened, he isn’t about to let the witch off the hook and sees to her demise. However, he does tend to go out a lot during the day and in the end, he rides off into the sunset. Most vampires would have saved the lady in the dead of night and rode off with her into the rising dawn. So, he’s a good candidate. Just not the best.

Second: Prince Charming,

Rich, aristocratic and a total stud- yep those are all vampire traits. Well, at least when they apply to me. Add a pair of fangs to the prince of Cinderella’s dreams and you might find yourself a neat vampire package. Not only does he party into the wee hours of the night, dancing with the woman he adores, when something threatens to take her away from him, he stops at nothing to get her back.

 Third: Prince Phillip,

Vampire Hero?

Dude knows how to fight and will go right for the villain’s heart to make sure he wins. He is tenacious, strong, and hates being chained up. I think Prince Charming has some competition here for the best possible Disney Prince Vampire. Phillip has the added trait of vanquishing magic spells thrown at him as well as scaling walls, leaping into the fray and reviving his woman with the kiss of life.

Fourth: Aladdin,

I can show you the world...

The girls and I spent much time considering Aladdin. He has a few definite vampire characteristics in him that could be points in his favor. Tenacious describes him to a tee. Also, he is wicked-smart. He saves his mate in many different scenes and has advanced reflexes. He lives in the shadows and is alone much of the time. All of those could make quite a strong argument for vampire status. But, he relies a bit too much on the Genie and tends to give up on more than one occasion. He’d look good in the sharp chompers and I think he’d be handy as a back-up partner in fist-to-fist combat. So, he’s a possible vamp and we can leave it at that.

 Finally: Captain Li Shang,

Warrior Vamp?

Dashing good looks-check, strong physique-check, reserved, logical and aggressive-check, check and check. He even has long black hair. Being an army captain means he is a leader and he falls for a forbidden woman. Also, he manages to save the day while winning a great battle. We just might have the best candidate here. I’d reserve judgment until he was sporting pointy canines and willing to show us his determination to become all things vamp. But, in my cousins’ minds, he practically takes the cake.

There are still a few other princes that we could discuss but I have to go get pizza for the little princesses. At least, they have decided to go with comedy now. Over the Hedge, here we come.

By the way, who do you think is the best prince as a vampire candidate? Allie and Yasimen will be eager to read your suggestions.
All pics found at fanpop.



Monday with Mikhail November 22, 2010


I thought long and hard about what I would post today. I could have gone with the expected: What I’m Thankful For. Or the twisted: My favorite intimate positions. But, for my first actual blog here at Christa Paige’s site, I chose to go with something a bit more visually stimulating.

For my entry today, I will discuss the amazingly varied world of women’s panties.

Oh, yes, you saw that correctly.

I’m all male and there is nothing as hot, delicious and provoking as a pair of silky underthings a lady wears to cover her secrets.

First up:

 Flirty and Fun…

Lucky Luke.

 Now, let me tell you, I’m rather intrigued by a gal who is proud of her geekery. She might have a secret fetish for a long, hard light-saber and I’d be happy to let her play with mine.


Soft and Sensual…


I love the way the lace clings to her curves. It’s like a hug, right over the swells of her ass. Yup, I’m also thinking of the quick removal method, lace is so susceptible to fangs. A little bite and off they go.


Fun and Playful…


Who isn’t up for a little nautical nonsense once in a while? I know I’d like to join Spongebob and oh yes, I am so ready.

Another option:

Silky and Seductive…


I’ve always liked getting presents. Unwrapping them is half the fun. These are perfect for quick removal-with my teeth. You know you’d like that, wouldn’t you? A little scrape of my canines and a tug reveals everything underneath. Good thing there are two to untie, twice the pleasure, indeed.

Must haves,

Matched pair…

Black and White is so elegant.

Sometimes, I like to just look my fill.  Matching sets offer the delectable choice of looking high or low. Either way, I’m in for a treat.


Perfectly feminine…

The best part of all the lingerie selections is that what is underneath becomes mine for the night.  Whether it’s polka dots and lace, simple cotton hipsters or the very erotic g-string, I’m ready to indulge.

I’m glad you stopped by today. What are your favorite panties to wear? Ah, come on don’t be shy, I’m curious. And, if you’d like to turn the tables on me, I’m rather eager to find out what type of underwear you like to see your males wear? Tighty Whites or Boxer Briefs?

I’m game.



 All pictures found at tumblr.