KZ Shaw is here to tell us about Night Eagle, science fiction.
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Falling from space was just the beginning
Science Fiction
Date Published: February 16, 2026
Falling from space was a horrific end for a distinguished astronaut. Or
should have been. Instead, it didn’t just change his life, it changed
the world.
When a catastrophic explosion on an orbiting space factory hurls construction
manager Rahim Johnson towards Earth, survival seems impossible. Using a
section of debris as a shield, Johnson miraculously endures the brutal descent
and crash-lands deep into the Amazon rainforest. Severely injured and far from
rescue, he is taken in by an isolated indigenous tribe whose world feels both
unfamiliar and strangely connected to the ancestral stories that have haunted
his dreams for years. As Johnson recovers, the rainforest awakens memories of
history, loss and true friendship.
But the forest is no idyllic escape. When illegal loggers threaten the
tribe’s land, Johnson is forced back into the modern world, and
compelled to return the tribe’s favor. His survival transforms him into
a global symbol and powerful advocate, but that also brings unimaginable
consequences. Years later, his family is drawn to the very place he landed,
uncovering a legacy that binds space exploration, environmental destruction,
and one visionary inspired by Johnson who will shape the future of humanity.
Are you ready for Johnson’s incredible story? Get your copy today and
discover the true meaning of courage, sacrifice, and the fight to protect what
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About the Author
KZ Shaw has loved science fiction ever since winning a copy of HG Wells short
stories at school. And realizing its power to channel a fertile imagination
into the written word. That fascination led to a life-long love of science and
the English language, with a particular affinity for technofiction.
Today, KZ can be found immersed in far-off galaxies, or travelling with family
in a more mundane world called Earth.
L Theodoora is here to tell us about Flight, romance - science fiction.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Flight
L Theodoora
Publication date: November 14th 2013
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
Piper Madden used to be an Ace Harpy Hunter, but after the death of her brother, she’ll do anything to leave that life behind. She flees to the fringe underground zone called the Rift to live out her exile on her own terms.
But the authoritarian Elder Corporation isn’t about to let one of their best assets slip through the cracks. Piper is drawn back into the fray on a contract basis to combat a rising Harpy insurgence. As she struggles through her grief, she’s caught between her old life in Central and her new, confusing existence in the Rift.
With the president of Elder Corp asking Piper to spy on his sister, navigating the surprisingly passive strategies of the Rift, and a strange friendship with the mysterious Asher, Piper’s days are filled with more questions than answers.
Then, a chance encounter leaves Piper privy to a dangerous resistance plot, and as she and Asher team up in an effort to unravel the truth, the secrets they uncover beneath the ancient walls of the dead city will spark their world into a grand-scale war.
Wisps of smoke fill my mouth as I struggle to inhale, grasping the edges of my lungs until I let out a violent cough. I grope around the charred floor, unable to see, until my fingers brush his warm skin. Asher.
I force my eyes open, the thick smoke clouding them with hot tears. Asher lies beside me, sprawled across the crackling wooden floor. His eyes are dark, as though they’re filled with liquid black ink. He pulses, his jaw clenching as ebony wings slowly, painfully, rupture from his back, tearing through his skin. I reach my hand to grip his arm, avoiding the scattered debris.
“Ash?”
The flames lick up the walls around us to quell their hunger. Asher flinches when he sees me, slowly backing away as though I’m a stranger. Shit. The drugs have started working, which means I’m going to forget him, too. I wipe thick sweat from my face, crawling toward him and clutching his shirt tightly. If he moves, I’ll move with him. It’s dangerous, but I can’t let him go.
Not yet.
“Asher! It’s me!” I shout. “It’s Piper. Please. You know me.” I ignore the threat of his razor-sharp talons and wrap my arms around his wiry body. His scent, a mix of crisp cedar and musk, lets me cling to previous moments of us: his hands on my body, his lips caressing mine, staring at the stars and talking about the universe, our bodies flying high above ground. Moments I can’t forget.
“Please,” I whisper fiercely, “please remember me.” His body trembles, but he fights through it, stopping himself from tossing me aside. Just for a moment, his eyes fade back to their natural light blue, and he grabs my shirt forcefully. He buries his face into my neck like he’s breathing me in for the last time, and we cling to each other as the beams of the building crackle and come apart, sending showers of sparks raining around us.
“Piper,” he whispers. He pushes me back to arm’s length, grunting as he struggles to stay with me. Something stronger, something darker is trying to pull him under, and there’s only so long until he falls into its depths. It won’t be long now.
“Yes?” I reply, gripping his arms so tight I might leave bruises. I can’t lose him here. I won’t accept that this is the end. I look into his eyes, searching for a sign that he’s still my Asher.
That he’s not just some monster.
“I’ll find you again when this is all over,” he says, tracing his fingers over my temples.
“But how? You won’t recognize me, and I won’t recognize you. We’ll be strangers,” I murmur.
His eyes flash with an angry determination. “I would know you, Piper Madden, anywhere, any time of my life. They can try to force you away from me, but I’m not done fighting back. For the first time in my life, I’m actually fighting for something. I will find you,” he says.
We’re rocked backward as the wall explodes from pressure. He holds me tightly to keep me balanced, using his wings for leverage. Gunshots ring out in the distance, and I know it’s only a matter of time before they infiltrate and retrieve us. People I should have been able to trust. It hurts now knowing I never could.
Finally, I can feel the siren’s song of the drug pulling me into its shallow haze. Warmth floods my body as my memories are dragged just out of reach. I try to cling to them, but they drift away like petals in the wind. Asher grunts and rolls away from me, grasping his head with his hands, and his wings begin to tremble.
I look around, my head on a swivel as I struggle to stay present. How did we get here?
The moments leading up to this one drop like they’re falling down a staircase one by one.
“Asher!” I shout again, trying to bring him back to me for a little while longer. He pants heavily, willing himself to stand and remain conscious. I want to keep fighting, but I can feel my strength fading. The futility of it all wraps itself around my bones, leeching all hope. This is it.
“Promise me you’ll find me,” I whisper into Asher’s chest. Even though he’s in agony, he strokes my hair, rubs his thumb along my cheek, presses his lips against my neck.
“I promise,” he whispers, over and over, like a mantra. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”
Author Bio:
Theo is an author, screenwriter, and game designer from Northern Ontario.
She writes achingly romantic stories about complicated characters, often pulling from dark or strange places.
She has a passion for the ritual of writing, and for helping others achieve their writing goals through process and StoryCraft.
Gail Koger is here to tell us about her scifi comedy Undisciplined Catalyst.
There's also a great giveaway.
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I was sixteen when I found out not only am I an alien hybrid, but monsters called the Tai-Kok were getting ready to invade our world. Guess who gets to stop them? Me! How?
My uncle, the mad scientist, created a machine called the portal that instantaneously sends a test subject from one location to another by converting them into energy. His idea is to port me onto a Tai-Kok ship. All I have to do is leave a bomb, hit the retrieval button on my spiffy traveler’s belt and poof! I’m back on Earth before the Tai-Kok ship goes kaboom. Sounds simple, right?
Wrong. Uncle Ben doesn’t have a clue where I’ll actually appear on the ship. It could be the engine room, the crew quarters, or even the bridge. It’s like playing Russian roulette. The Tai-Kok don’t like surprises or uninvited guests.
To make things even more fun, I have an alien battle commander stuck in my head and I’m related to a powerful Coletti warlord. Yippee. The chances of me living to see eighteen aren’t good.
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“Give ‘em hell.” A wild look in his eyes, Uncle Ben tapped on the console.
The circles of light surrounded me, but this time it felt like a zillion fire ants were crawling over my body. Holy hell! Something had gone wrong! I appeared in midair and dropped like a rock. Smack! I slammed into someone, and my Glock went flying.
My eyes bugged. I was on the bridge of a futuristic warship, and the viewscreen showed one hell of a space battle going on. To make things even more fun, I was lying across the lap of a huge, muscle-bound male wearing black battle armor. Since he was sitting in the captain’s chair, I was assuming he was the boss.
A very angry-looking boss. I blinked. Holy cow was he good-looking, if you were into the whole merciless predator thing. Huh? The red chains woven into his black warrior’s braids matched the communication device on his left wrist. Who knew aliens accessorized and why did I care? I took a deep breath trying to control the panic streaking through me.
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
One look into his disturbingly hostile amber eyes and I knew I was in big trouble. I reached for my retrieval button.
His arms clamped around me painfully, and he spat a bunch of gobbledygook.
“Sorry, I don’t speak that language,” I replied mentally. Somehow, I knew he was psychic.
A harsh voice sounded in my head, “How did you get through our shields.”
“Dunno. My uncle is the scientific genius, not me. I’m just the delivery girl.”
“What do you deliver?”
Did I look stupid? The minute I told him bombs; he’d kill me. I pasted a friendly smile on my face. “Stuff. I’m Lexi and you are?”
“Battle Commander Kaelen. I serve Zarek the Coletti Overlord.”
About the Author: I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.
Gail Koger is here to tell us about Undisciplined Catalyst, Coletti Warlord series, book 19, scifi paranormal romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
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I was sixteen when I found out not only am I an alien
hybrid,
but monsters called the Tai-Kok were getting ready to invade our world.
Guess who gets to stop them? Me.
Undisciplined
Catalyst
Coletti Warlord Series Book 19
by Gail Koger
Genre: SciFi Paranormal Romance
I was sixteen when I found out not only am I an alien
hybrid, but monsters called the Tai-Kok were getting ready to invade our world.
Guess who gets to stop them? Me. How?
My uncle, the mad scientist, created a machine called the portal that
instantaneously sends a test subject from one location to another by converting
them into energy. His idea is to port me onto a Tai-Kok ship. All I have to do
is leave a bomb, hit the retrieval button on my spiffy traveler’s belt and
poof! I’m back on Earth before the Tai-Kok ship goes kaboom. Sounds simple,
right?
Wrong. Uncle Ben doesn’t have a clue where I’ll actually appear on the ship. It
could be the engine room, the crew quarters, or even the bridge. It’s like
playing Russian roulette. The Tai-Kok don’t like surprises or uninvited guests.
To make things even more fun, I have an alien battle commander stuck in my head
and I’m related to a powerful Coletti warlord. Yippee. The chances of me living
to see eighteen aren’t good.
“Give ‘em hell.” A wild look in his eyes, Uncle Ben tapped
on the portal's control console.
The circles of light surrounded me, but this time it felt like a zillion fire
ants were crawling over my body. Holy hell! Something had gone wrong! I
appeared in midair and dropped like a rock. Smack! I slammed into someone, and
my Glock went flying.
My eyes bugged. I was on the bridge of a futuristic warship, and the viewscreen
showed one hell of a space battle that was going on. To make things even more
fun, I was lying across the lap of a huge, muscle-bound male wearing black
battle armor. Since he was sitting in the captain’s chair, I was assuming he
was the boss.
A very angry-looking boss. I blinked. Holy cow was he good looking, if you were
into the whole merciless predator thing. Huh? The red chains woven into his
black warrior’s braids matched the communication device on his left wrist. Who
knew aliens accessorized and why did I care? I took a deep breath trying to
control the panic streaking through me.
A low growl rumbled in his chest
One look into his disturbingly hostile amber eyes and I knew I was in big
trouble. I reached for my retrieval button.
His arms clamped around me painfully and he spat a bunch of gobbledygook.
“Sorry, I don’t speak that language,” I replied mentally. Somehow, I knew he
was psychic.
A harsh voice sounded in my head, “How did you get through our shields.”
“Dunno. My uncle is the scientific genius, not me. I’m just the delivery girl.”
“What do you deliver?”
Did I look stupid? The minute I told him bombs; he’d kill me. I pasted a
friendly smile on my face. “Stuff. I’m Lexi and you are?”
“Battle Commander Kaelen. I serve Zarek the Coletti Overlord.”
I had no clue who Zarek was, nor did I want to meet him. “You must be so
proud.”
“Do you have a death wish, female?”
I grimaced. “Some people would think so.”
Howdy. My name is Gail Koger and once upon a time I was a
9-1-1 dispatcher. Too many years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre
behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an
uncontrollable craving for chocolate. I took up writing science fiction romance
to keep from killing people. So far, it has worked.
Delia Strange is here to tell us about Amaranthine, a scifi, time travel, historical, paranormal, vampire romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Eternal Life.
Endless Love.
Infinite Cost.
Amaranthine
by Delia Strange
Genre: SciFi Time Travel Historical Paranormal Vampire Romance
Eternal life comes
at a cost
For centuries, Amaranthine has walked through time—an
immortal bound by a gift she never asked for. From the opulent halls of the
Roman Empire to the decadent jazz clubs of 1920s London, to the futuristic
floating city of New Francisco, she has lived countless lives, loved deeply,
and lost more than most could ever bear. With each new era comes new faces:
lovers, rivals, and those drawn to the mystery of her eternal existence. But
immortality comes with a price, and as the world changes, so too does the weight
of the centuries she carries.
Torn between living for the future and haunted by the
choices of her past, Amaranthine must confront the question that has followed
her for an eternity: What does it mean to live forever when everything and
everyone else fades away?
“This is the
first book in a while that I have continued to mull over even after I'd
finished reading it as it's definitely a story that gets you thinking.”
~ Lynne Stringer, Goodreads Review
The olive trees stood like shadows in the distance, swaying in the night
breeze. Amaranthine’s steps were cautious, her eyes scanning the darkness, but
as she reached the edge of the grove, there was no sign of him. Her breath
hitched in her throat, a sudden pang of doubt freezing her where she stood. Had
she waited too long? Her heart sank as she looked around. She’d been foolish to
think this was possible, that someone like her could step outside the
boundaries of her life, if only for a moment.
But then Marcellus stepped forward, his form
emerging from the darkness and appearing in front of her like a dream. His
smile was slow, knowing, and when his eyes met hers, she felt that rush all
over again, more powerful this time for the waiting.
“I thought you might change your mind,” he
said, his voice cutting through the night.
Amaranthine exhaled, the tension leaving her
body in a soft, trembling breath. “I almost did,” she whispered, her voice
barely audible, but then she smiled, feeling the same reckless pull that had
brought her here. “But I’m here.”
Marcellus took her hand, his touch warm, and
without a word he led her deeper into the olive grove. The trees closed in
around them and the world outside the grove disappeared, leaving only the two
of them beneath the cover of night. The air smelled faintly of the earth and
the lingering sweetness of ripening fruit, but all Amaranthine could focus on
was the heat of his hand against hers, the certainty in his steps as he drew
her farther away from the villa, away from everything she knew.
When he stopped, she nearly stumbled, caught
off guard by the sudden stillness. Marcellus turned to face her, his gaze
sweeping over her with an intensity that made her catch her breath. His eyes
roamed her face, her body, lingering as though his look could somehow touch her
skin. It wasn’t just a glance; it was deeper, heavier.
Slowly, deliberately, Marcellus ran his
fingers up her arm, light as a breeze. The touch sent a shiver down her spine,
thrilling and delicate all at once. His hand traveled over her shoulder, warm
and sure, before brushing against her neck, where her pulse raced beneath his
fingertips. He cupped her face, his thumb grazing her cheek as his other hand
slid into her hair, gently cradling the back of her neck. The closeness of
him—his soft breath against her skin, his scent unfamiliar and
intoxicating—made her dizzy.
When he pressed his body against hers, she
didn’t hesitate. Amaranthine’s arms wrapped around him as though it was the
most natural thing in the world, her fingers curling into the fabric of his
tunic. She could feel the heat of him through the thin cloth, the steady rise
and fall of his chest, and the thrilling, terrifying anticipation that hovered
in the air between them. He leaned in, his lips so close to hers that she could
feel the warmth of his breath, and her body instinctively tilted forward, closing
the last distance between them.
The kiss began softly, their lips brushing
with a delicate hesitance, as though both of them were testing the boundaries
of something new. It was sweet, tender, like a whispered secret exchanged in
the dark. Amaranthine’s heart fluttered, the warmth of his mouth against hers
sending gentle waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands tightened their
grip on his tunic, pulling him closer, and for a moment, everything else faded
away—her worries, her fears, even the nagging sense of not belonging. Here, in
this kiss, she felt connected, as though they shared something deeper than
words.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the kiss
deepened. Marcellus’ arms wrapped around her waist, his hands pressing her
closer, and the softness between them gave way to something more intense, more
urgent. Passion overtook them both, their lips moving with a fervor that
surprised her. Amaranthine had never kissed anyone before, but she felt as
though she’d always known how, the way their mouths fit together, the way their
breaths mingled in the cool night air. Her heart pounded faster, and a strange
heat pooled in her chest, spreading through her veins in a way that made her
feel alive.
Then something within her awoke. At first,
she didn’t recognize it, mistaking the growing intensity for the natural
progression of a kiss. There was a pull, a sensation inside her, almost like
the drawing of breath, but deeper, fuller. She thought it was part of the magic
of kissing, the way it could make someone feel as though they were floating,
untethered from everything. No wonder people kiss, she
thought, her mind hazy with the thrill of it. It’s wonderful. She
let the sensation sweep over her, unaware of what she was truly doing. But
then, after a moment, she noticed something different. Their lips had stopped
moving. The rhythm they had found, the tender push and pull, had stilled.
Amaranthine opened her eyes, confused, and
pulled back. Her breath caught in her throat. Marcellus staggered away from
her, his face ashen, his once bright eyes dull and clouded. He looked gaunt,
hollow, as though something had been drained from him. His skin sagged against
the bones of his cheeks, and before her eyes, he aged—twenty years, maybe
more—his youthful vibrance withering into something frail and brittle. He
gasped, his hands reaching out toward her as though for help, but no words
came. Then, with a final shuddering breath, Marcellus crumpled to the ground,
motionless.
The world around her seemed to tilt, the
ground beneath her feet suddenly unsteady as she stared at Marcellus’ lifeless
body. Her chest tightened, a wild panic rising inside her, but she couldn’t
move. Her legs felt rooted to the spot, her mind unable to comprehend what had
just happened. Only moments ago, they had been so close—he had been so alive.
Now, the boy who had held her in his arms, who had smiled at her like she was a
secret worth keeping, lay motionless at her feet, his face hollow and pale, drained
of life.
An only child with an active imagination, I
created many stories in my head. My bookcase was overflowing, and I loved
visiting the library. I'd always been a reader, but I hadn't considered
writing until a childhood friend said we should write our ideas down. Once I
started writing my stories, I couldn't stop.
I
gravitated to stories of peculiar places and happenings. I loved twists and
dark reveals, so my writing didn't stray far from that. I was a fan of
fantasy—of ancient Greek myths or contemporary paranormal stories. They
captured my imagination and opened me to worlds of possibilities. There
were no constraints on fantasy, no wrong or right answers; anything I dreamed
up was acceptable. And then came H. G. Wells and science fiction, which also
opened the door to paranormal and speculative fiction, my three favourite
genres.
Michael Small is here to tell us about Kuro-Sil: The Book of Humans, Reptuuls, and God, book 1, science fiction and fantasy.
There's also a great giveaway.
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In a galaxy nearly conquered by Reptuuls, one boy will
change everything,
not by destroying them, but by befriending them instead.
Kuro-Sil: The Book of
Humans, Reptuuls, and God
Book 1
by Michael Small
Genre: Science Fiction Fantasy
I am the Chronicler, hear my story:
In the year 5027, humanity will be enslaved by an alien race called the
Reptuuls.
But what if I told you a young boy befriended their oppressors?
Orren Hawkins is a boy with a dream: to make friends with the Reptuuls, no
matter the cost. It won't be easy due to the Reptuuls hatred of humanity. But
by the grace of a long forgotten God, Orren has found two great and unusual
friends, and they must learn to work together to rescue enslaved humans, as
part of their destiny to unite man and Reptuul under God.
There's just one problem: Orren is himself a drulak, a slave of Reptuuls. Can
he still accomplish his dream?
Will you dare read the true story of a forbidden friendship no government wants
exposed? Then welcome, one and all, to the legend of the Kuro-Sil!
"This book was so different from anything I’ve read and I enjoyed it.
Small did such a great job with this storyline and plot." - Yvette Garcia,
Goodreads, 4 stars
"I found the whole concept of this book fascinating." "It’s a
brilliant debut from the author." - Tami Wylie, Goodreads, 5 stars
Michael Small didn't plan on becoming an author. He
initially wanted to be a video game programmer, though he couldn't wrap his
head around the subject. But he always had a story to tell, and seeing how woke
and especially anti-Christian messaging had started infesting modern
entertainment, he dropped out of college in 2016 and taught himself how to
write, spending the years since creating his own world, which became his debut
novel Kuro-Sil: The Book of Humans, Reptuuls, and God.
Michael is a Christian and goes to church regularly, using
his faith to inspire his stories. He is also an avid gamer, and has been
playing video games since he was three. He mainly likes pop culture stuff like
movies, tv, and more recently manga, but he likes to try many things, like
going on walks and drives, and working out (though he's not a pro at it).
He is currently thirty two years old and lives in Washington
state.
Forbidden love
lights the darkest reaches of space
Welcome to Xanadu.
For its elite customers, a space-based paradise of pleasure. For the slaves who
work there, hell orbiting Earth.
Innocent and
inexperienced, Mariel Linderman sells herself to Xanadu to rescue her farming
family from starvation. Streetwise Rain Delgado accepts assignment as a
Pleasure Rep in lieu of a prison sentence for murder. In a world that strictly
prohibits same-sex relations, the passion that flares between them brings
terrible risks. Their unexpected heart-and-soul connection turns their already
precarious existence into a clandestine struggle for survival.
A Word from Lisabet:
The
Mysteries of Inspiration
My
new novella Free Fall began with an impulse purchase. Just of
fun, I was browsing the website of one of my favorite artists, James Help (https://goonwrite.com).
His strikingly original pre-made covers always impress me, while his
hilariously snarky demo titles often have me laughing out loud. Most of the
time, unfortunately, the genres on which he focuses don’t match my work very
well. On this visit, however, I noticed a cover that really spoke to me. It
featured an evocative image of two beautiful women, one blonde and one
brunette, sitting close together in some sort of a futuristic night club.
I
didn’t have a book for this cover, but the drama and passion lurking in that
image were so strong that I just had to buy it. The JPG file sat, untitled, on
my hard disk for more than a year while I worked on other projects. Finally I
cleared my WIP backlog and started thinking about what to write next. I pulled
up the draft cover and got the same punch-in-the-gut feeling about the women
that I’d experienced when I first saw it. I realized that I had to write their
story—even though, at the start, I had no idea, aside from their obvious mutual
attraction,what that story might be.
Creating
Free Fall was far more difficult that most of my writing projects.
Usually when I begin a book, I have at least a mental outline, with the major
events and the expected ending already established. With this novella, I was
feeling my way, trying to discover just who Rain and Mariel were, why they were
in love, and how they were going to survive. When I sat down to write the first
chapter, it flowed onto the page, desperately erotic. After that, though, I
really had to dig. The fact that this was science fiction made things even
harder; that genre requires a delicate balance between imagination and
plausibility. And sometimes too much thought and calculation can stifle
inspiration.
Now
that the book’s done, I’m pretty happy with it. It captures the sense of danger
I felt when I first saw the cover, as well as the love-and-lust connection
between the two protagonists.
I
only hope my readers agree.
Excerpt (Adult - Explicit):
They don’t speak. They can’t speak, with
their mouths welded together in a feverish kiss. Rain tastes like that
atrocious Martian brandy that’s become so popular. She smells of male sweat and
designer aftershave. Mariel doesn’t care. She runs her hands down along Rain’s
strong back, feeling the muscles shift under the synthetic smoothness of the
other woman’s jumpsuit. Pressing her body against Rain’s, she holds tight as
her lover pins her against the wall. Their breasts mash together, the double
layer of fabric between them slippery and frustrating.
“Damn it!” Rain lets go long enough to grab
Mariel’s zipper and drag it down below the waist. She pushes the one-piece
garment off Mariel’s shoulders, then hones in on her throbbing nipple, sucking
hard.
Mariel gasps as lightning arcs from her
exposed breast to her cunt. Rain rakes her teeth across the sensitive nub of
flesh before transferring her mouth to the opposite nipple. At the same time,
she forces a hand into the crotch of Mariel’s coverall and slides a firm
fingertip over her rigid clit.
The transition from anxiety to desire is
instantaneous. After all, they have no time to waste. Mariel grips Rain’s
shoulders and humps her fingers, deeply embedded now in Mariel’s slick folds. A
climax swells in her depths, gathering power second by second until it launches
as a fiery explosion of pleasure. Her knees buckle but Rain holds her tight,
one arm around her waist while the other hand still plays in Mariel’s pussy.
Those knowing fingers awaken new cataclysms of bliss. Helpless, grateful, Mariel
shudders through another fierce release.
AboutLisabetSarai:
LISABET SARAI
writes
in
many
genres,
but
F/F
fiction
is
one
of
her
favorites.
Her
lesbian
erotica
and romance credits include contributions to
Lambda
Award
winner
Where theGirlsAre (“Rush Hour”), Ippie-winning CarnalMachines (“Her Own
Devices”),Best LesbianRomance2012 (“Clean
Slate”), ForbiddenFruit:StoriesofUnwiseLesbianDesire (“The
First Stone”),
Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 (“The Late Show”)and Lammy-nominated Coming Together:GirlonGirl (“Sundae,
Bloody Sundae”).She has also published a number of standalone
lesbian titles including historical tale By Moonlight and high-spirited
paranormal romance The Witches of Gloucester.
Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors.
She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing. For all the dirt on Lisabet, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com)or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).
