It’s not all tentacles in Science Fiction Erotica

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By Jessica E. Subject

When you look up ‘science fiction erotica’ or ‘alien erotica’ on Amazon, there are many stories there, but most of them involve tentacle aliens, alien abductions, and/or aliens using Earthlings as sex slaves. Well, in my alien erotica stories, I’m here to offer something a bit different. Not that I don’t enjoy a tentacle tales or two... But that’s just leading me into other story ideas.

Anyway, in my new release, Crash Landing, Cael is on a peace mission from Narien, but systems fail in his ship and he plummets toward Earth. It is not about aliens abducting us, but a lone extraterrestrial who crashes on our planet. He is inexperienced in so many ways, and when his ship crashes, he is left for dead.

Now, we usually expect the government to find an alien spacecraft before we have the chance to see or hear about it. After all, the military does have excellent aircraft tracking equipment. But what if that doesn’t happen? What if the spacecraft lands in lake? What if that lake is surrounded by woods and few if any people live up there?

Well, that’s where Cael lands. When he wakes, he’s not only surprised that he’s still alive, but also by what he sees his captors/rescuers doing.

Here’s an excerpt:

He rushed to the right, his rod too hard to wait. The slurping, sucking, and cries of pleasure continued as he reached the entrance behind which the action took place. The door ajar, he dared a quick glimpse into the room. With a gasp, he stepped back into the hall, but could not take his eyes off the sight in front of him.

With her rounded pink ass and swollen sex folds in full view, a woman went to work sucking off a man. The musky scent of her desire wound through his nasal passages and drew him closer. She rested on her hands and knees on a platform, while the guy kneeled in front of her. But unlike any beings he had ever seen on the vids of Earth, the guy had blue skin. Not his deep, almost indigo shade, but lighter, closer to the color of the water he’d landed in. Long blond hair flowed over his shoulders, onto his muscular chest.

The man held the woman’s shoulders with his webbed hands—yes, webbed hands—drawing her on and off his dick. “You have the mouth of an angel.” He threw his head back and thrust faster and faster between her lips.

The sight stimulated Cael. They weren’t trying to make babies; it seemed they were having sexual relations for pleasure. He yearned not only to bury his face in the wet pussy in front of him, but to taste the man’s blue dick, feel it inside of him. Back on Narien, he’d crafted his own devices made from the soft, flimsy bark of the totmos plant, to experience the pleasure both men and women felt in the stadium, why they cried out during mating, but never seemed injured. And learn he had, anxious to be ready when he reached his thirtieth year and was allowed to mate. He’d turned that age a half year ago, with no one on his ship to be his partner. Would he finally have an opportunity?

When the man lowered his head again, his brilliant blue eyes flashed open, fixing on Cael.

Oh shit. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop watching.

The man slowed his movements to long drawn out strokes, but didn’t stop. “It seems our guest has finally woken up.”

“And?” the woman mumbled around his cock.

“He appears healed.” The man winked at him. “And from the hard-on he’s sporting, very anxious to join in.”

Crash Landing Blurb

As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with him?

Now available from Decadent Publishing and other ebook retailers.

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Bio:

Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.

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Pushing an Author to “The Edge”

By Kacey Hammell

Okay, so that might sound more dramatic than it was when I decided to try writing a short story for “The Edge” Line/Series at Decadent Publishing.

I’m not one of those authors that like to write inside of a “structured box”. I’ll admit, I tried to write a story for the 1Night Stand series and it was turned down. It sucked big time and I was very disappointed, but knew that it would be a long shot working with certain criteria [and hadn’t written a single word in four years at that point!!]. So to sit and try to stay inside of a specific word count, basically a scene, was difficult to say the least.

I pondered it for about a week, really worked my brain on what something new I could offer the publisher and readers, when I received a fan letter from Nia. Thank goodness for her letter coming at just the right time. She had just finished reading ILLUSIONS and expressed her love of the characters. Then demanded – seriously, and I quote, “You better have more stories in mind for Bella & Brady, I won’t take no for an answer.” – to revisit the characters again. That had my brain spinning and realized that maybe Bella & Brady – who I was familiar with obviously – could keep me in line with a strict word count and not offering too much backstory and such, that I might just be able to do this.

And that is how TIED DOWN was born. Revisiting something familiar really helped me while writing the short story. And within a week it was finished and submitted.

My brain was working double time. Since writing AWAKENINGS, Ethan (Alicia’s partner) who was so guilt-ridden and pissed off about certain events in ILLUSIONS, had been stomping around in my head, pissing ME off with his grumpiness and I thought…he needs to release some of this pressure – on himself and me!!  Which resulted in WILD THUNDER! Ethan has since calmed down, thankfully, but is still a wee bit wound tighter than a knot since the events in WILD THUNDER. He’s still grumpy to say the least but he’s appeased…for now.

I hope you’ll try TIED DOWN & WILD THUNDER (which releases Oct 2^nd ), my two short story contributions to “The Edge” Line, exclusive to Decadent Publishing.  These stories were a lot of fun, and great to get the Muse pulsing again.

TIED DOWN

An “Edge” short story

Connected to In the Arms of the Law Series

Contemporary Erotic Romance/ BDSM

The time has come for Brady Jacobs to grab hold of the woman he loves and their future. But his lady, Isabella Knowles, is skittish. She’ll bolt at the mention of a future with him. He needs to handle her with precise planning, tools to seduce and never give her a moment to flee.

Brady will tie her down, pleasure her, push her farther than she’s ever experienced…then ask her to marry him. But no amount of planning can ensure Bella’s answer won’t include the business end of her Glock.

WILD THUNDER

An “Edge” short story

Connected to In the Arms of the Law Series

Contemporary Erotic Romance/BDSM

Releases October 2^nd, 2012

On leave of absence from the police force and desperate to resolve the intense anger inside him, Ethan James escapes to the Shenandoah Mountains...alone.

During one of the worst storms to hit the area in years, he's surprised when he opens the door to find Shanay Gold, an old friend, and sometime submissive lover, dripping wet and looking sexy as hell. So sexy, he has to keep reminding himself he's kept her at arms-length because of the future she wants. A future he can't give her.

When lightening sparks an old flame, desires blaze to life, and Shanay and Ethan are left with little choice but to roll with passion's Wild Thunder. 

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A Rail Tail to Remember…

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By J.M. Madden

I have a confession.

I love trains.

Not metal toy trains. No, big, ground-rumbling, penny-smashing monsters that cross the country hauling people and goods. I think I became fascinated when I lived in Florida as a kid, and there was a track just a few hundred yards away from our house. My sister and I would be down there all the time, hiding in the bushes and holding on as the big cargo train flew by, smashing whatever we had put on the tracks. I guess I should be thankful that none of those rocks or coins actually caused any damage. I still have some of those coins.

Then, in high school and again a few years later, I traveled to Germany where they were the primary mode of transportation. I loved riding them; actually went out of my way to utilize them as I navigated the country. That was long before I started my writing career, but I think in the back of my mind I’ve always wanted to use them somewhere.

Hence, Love On The Line, which releases TODAY!!! This story is a lot sexier than what I normally write. Actually, let me rephrase that. I write sexy, but this is the first story I’ve written that the hero and heroine don’t end up together in the end. I’m used to writing happy endings and it was a little bit difficult for me not to do that with these two. They were left in a sexy, happy-for-now. Don’t worry, though, because book 2 of the series will leave them in a better place.

Have you ever ridden a train? Either Amtrak or something similar? (My husband is in Japan right now, and just told me about riding the Bullet train, which runs 160 mph. Uh, no thank you.)

One lucky comment will win a copy of Love on the Line. If you haven’t ridden, that’s fine too, just be sure to leave your email to be entered for the book.

Thanks for stopping!

JM

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I Burn For You

by Calista Fox

My debut story at Decadent Publishing is a sexy little number for the Edge Series, titled I Burn For You. The Greek god of love Eros, along with his wife, Psyche, and his mother, Aphrodite, has decided to send his naughty muses to the mortal world to spark passion. The Greek gods still thrive on Mt. Olympus, but humans have lost faith in Cupid’s golden arrows—until the muses set their sights on some very unsuspecting, though highly aroused, targets!

From Amazon.com comes this 5-star rating for I Burn For You:

One hell of a ride

By Viari Rose

“[I] Burn for You is the first book in the Cupid's Naughty Muses series, within Decadent Publishing Edge Series and it starts off with one hell of a bang! The Greek Gods are not lost, merely forgotten as the rise of new gods through the ages. However, they still exist, and sometimes mortals just need a little guidance, and Cupid's Naughty Muses have a more hands on approach.

It is a perfect tale, with smoking hot scenes and a short wonderful story line. I'd give it a solid five with just the last half of the book alone. You're in for one hell of a ride.”

Thank you, Viari!

About I Burn For You:

There’s no telling what will happen when Cupid sends his naughty muses to the mortal world to spice up love lives, but one thing’s for sure—it’ll be H-O-T!

Kate Lindsey’s husband died four years ago, and while she believes she’s finally ready to move on, she’s still sending out “Grieving Widow” signals that keep men at bay. Until one stormy evening when the sexy man she’s crossed paths with at the library shows up at her door.

Unbeknownst to Kate, Edward is one of the muses determined to reignite a mortal’s passion, and he intends to give her one steamy night of pure pleasure. Will Kate take the bait?

And a wicked little excerpt to get your juices flowing:

She clutched his strong biceps for support because her legs trembled, but released him when his hands shifted. His fingers curled around the thin straps on her shoulders and eased the material down her body until the nightie pooled at her feet. He whisked away her thong panties and she stood before him, self-consciousness edging her arousal. But his appreciative expression told her he liked what he saw.

He backed the look up with a very convincing, “By the gods, you are so beautiful.”

Her heart fluttered, though his choice of words gave her pause. By the gods?

Something mystical had been happening since she’d opened her front door. Yet, she suspected if she overanalyzed it, she’d completely ruin the magic of the moment. Instead, she let the subtle seduction continue to unfold.

His gaze roved her body and he unabashedly took in every inch of her. But she didn’t want to be admired from afar. She wanted to be kissed and touched and loved in ways she hadn’t experienced in too many years.

Daring herself to take full advantage of the unexpected gift standing in her living room, she reached for the first button on his shirt, releasing the small disk from its hole. Her fingers shook, but she deftly worked her way down the flap. Then she stripped off the gray material and enjoyed the view. His broad chest, defined pecs, cut abs and tapered waist made him one fantastically sculpted man.

Anxious to see all of him, she quickly divested him of the rest of his clothing. By the gods, indeed. What a sight to behold!

His powerful thighs and long, thick cock tipped the scales toward perfection. She could have admired him for the rest of the evening, but that wasn’t at all what she had in mind. Nor did that seem to be his intention. He took her hand and led her to the wingback chair near the fireplace.

Elation skittered through her, tightening her nipples. Her pussy lips were slick from her arousal and the throbbing deep within her became a relentless plea for fulfillment, a demand for satisfaction.

I Burn For You, the first in the Cupid’s Naughty Muses series, is on sale now at Decadent Publishing! 

Best,

Calista

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A light look at BDSM Subs

by Desiree Holt 

BDSM is probably the most misunderstood sexual lifestyle of any others, mostly because people don’t really know what drives the people who live it. They might only enjoy it in the bedroom or it might permeate their entire life but either way it is made up of all different kinds of people with varying personalities. Writing about it has given me a broad look into the different kinds off personalities, and those who are really subs or doms and those who participate because of other reasons. Here’s a light look at some different kinds of subs, a change from the heavy detail I get into in my books. Hope you enjoy it. 

THE PLEASE PITY ME SUB: She (or he) leads a live that she feels is cursed, not blessed. Something is always going wrong and no, none of it is her fault. Every one of her Doms is flawed. They chose her for the wrong reasons. All because the perfect Master is missing. If only he or she could that perfect master life would be good. No more mistakes, no more screwing up. Start living up to her potential–whatever that is.

Hint to sub: Try Master-R-Us. 

THE DO IT TO ME SUB: “Beat me, beat me” could be the mantra of this sub. And they don’t care who is doing the beating or flogging. Frequently misbehaving on purpose, this sub craves the feel of the lash or the flogger. This “sub” just wants to be beaten. It doesn’t really matter by who. Searching for the perfect partner this sub wanders bondage clubs and might as well be wearing a sign that says “Beat Me.”

Hint to sub: Start carrying your own flogger, just in case. 

THE BARBIE-DOLL SUB: 
Or maybe Ken. This sub is just in it for the look–the leather, the boots, even the temporary collar or cuffs. He or she might as well have a tattoo saying “I’m a sub, come and get me.” They’re afraid of the whip, and have never seen a clamp in their lives. They spend their paychecks on bondage fashions and love to visit clubs where they can posture.

Hint: Take off your clothes and let us see the real you. 

THE HE CAUSED ME PAIN SUB: These are among my favorites to point fingers at. They rush out to play with a master they might have just met online, maybe in some secluded cabin or gothic mansion or just your normal. Everyday resident with a soundproof dungeon. There’s no negotiation, no discussion of safe words because the sub just wants to “do it.” After a full sessions with restraints, clamps and punishment the sub decides the master is a threat to society and can’t wait to spread the word about him.

Hint to sub: Sell your computer. 

THE WHERE-CAN-I-FIND-A-REAL-MAN SUB: 
After burning her way through the usual singles bars and meat factories and co-ed health clubs and every other hookup spot, she decided a Dom would be the perfect answer for her. This “sub”, after exhausting all her singles bar and health club meeting places, decides that the D/s world would be a good place to meet a *man*. She really has no interest in D/s, she just wants a “real man.” Of course after her first session she suddenly loses all interest in sex of any kind.

Hint to sub: Have a pity party with the Poor Me sub. 

THE “I’M GIVING YOU THE GREATEST GIFT” SUB: SUBMISSION IS THE GREATEST GIFT Submissive. This submissive is starry-eyed and naïve, swooning at the mere thought of a dom, any dom, asking to pass the salt. They declare there is no better way to love than through submission, and that d/s is a “better” and “higher” manner of loving than anything a silly old vanilla person might do. They lives on an emotional roller-coaster, sentimental enough to cry when seeing a long-distance phone company commercial.
And  reminding the master too frequently what a great gift submission is.

Hint to sub:

While it may be more blessed to give than receive, that only works when you don’t make yourself a pain in the ass. 

So what’s your favorite kind of sub? What do you like? Dislike? Let me know here and you might win a copy of one of my Decadent Publishing books! 

And come see me at www.desireeholt.com and sign up for my mailing list. 

Prepare to Be Mesmerized…

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by Virginia Nelson

Every writer can link their story idea back to an aha! moment.  Some come from little things—a poster we saw, a movie playing in the background—and get all smooshed together to create a story.

Writers have more theta waves than the average person according to some studies.  Theta waves, the slowest brain wave, are the ones that hypnotists try to encourage in your brain when they hypnotize you.  Theta waves are common in the induction, or almost daydream state, that a hypnotist uses to take your mind to a place you don’t normally go when you’re not sleeping.

When I realized all that, the idea of a writer visiting a hypnotist, full of skepticism and the surety that she wouldn’t be one of the weak minded fools who were easy to mentally suggest to, took firm root and the core idea that built Hypnotist was created.

What kind of person was our hypnotist?  What is he thinking as he dabbles in the brains of others?  I mean, he is a real person with real issues of his own and he has the ability to literally change the way a person thinks.  If you change the way a person thinks, or their perception, are you changing the world one person at a time?  How much is perception and how much is reality?

And for the one who goes under, what if her mind was already trained to go into this mode of thinking.  This is what she does for a living.  Would she somehow be more aware?  Able to tap into the right answers?

Add a splash of instant attraction and you have my new The Edge Series release, Hypnotist.

Blurb:

Who knew quitting could be so hot?

Carnie Sabatina wants to quit smoking, but is a hypnotist really the answer? Enter Doctor McSexy and a trip down the rabbit hole that not only breaks her bad habit, but sets her passion on fire.

Is it tempting fate to take control?
Michael Schommer’s love life crashed and burned when his ex dumped him for his best friend. Is it too much to ask for a woman who wants to share more with him than a quick roll between the sheets?
Enter Patient McHottie, whose bad habits open a Pandora’s box of secret cravings for the hypnotist and the patient...

Burning up!
One hypnotic suggestion sends them up in flames, but will temptation and passion be enough to turn their parlor tricks into happily ever after?

Hope you enjoy this fun romance!  I know I had a blast writing it for you.

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http://www.virg-nelson.com

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50 shades of WHAT?

Night of the Doms available HERE

by Erykah Wyck

What is it with the sudden influx of BDSM books? Is it really all of a sudden? Granted the success of certain books has made some authors jump in to try and grab their piece of the pie, but for some of us we have been writing and reading these stories in private for years. The difference—they weren’t out on the shelves at Walmart.  And they certainly weren’t mainstream.

The big question is, does having a book like this go so mainstream hurt or help the lifestyle and the genre? I think it’s a double-edged sword. I think anything that gets conversation moving is always good. When we bring things out in the open there becomes a better understanding and sometimes acceptance of differences—different strokes for different folks and so on. But there is something to be said for what will come—tons of knock offs, many very good and funny, and lots of badly written books just out to make a buck.

And what about being termed Mommy Porn? The erotic romance industry as a whole has spent years saying we are NOT PORN, but hot romance. Now there is the label of Mommy Porn and honestly I am uncertain how I feel about that label. How do you feel about the Label?

What ever your tastes just remember—READ ON!!!!!

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End of Summer

By Stephanie Beck

Where the heck did summer go? Oh, I know, technically its still summer. Yeah, yeah, calendar speak means very little to me. My life revolves around the school and church school year. School starts soon and it’ll be back to the routine grind of get minions ready, walk to school, walk home, care for little minions all day, walk to pick up big minion, proceed to do whatever else we didn’t get done.

I am looking forward to having more of a routine. I write more when I can plan and keep on top of things. This summer has been bonkers covered in bananas in the Beck household, so I’ve actually taken most of it away from writing. I’ve been thinking and planning on writing, but any writer will tell you that a writer thinking of writing is much like a plumber thinking about fixing a bathtub—it’s just not getting the job done.

So, with fall approaching at a break neck speed, I will jump into my fall routine, get some writing done, get my fall crafts out and start planning for, gulp, Christmas (I craft and knit and crochet a lot for gifts and those take time).

What’s your mark of summer ending? Mine was the Great Cousin Sleepover at Grandma’s house. All the kiddos got together at my mom’s house for one last hoorah together and now they’re going to veg and be home until Tuesday.