Showing posts with label alien romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alien romance. Show all posts

07 December 2012

Finishing the Story…

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By Jessica E. Subject
While Alien Lover was my third erotica story in The Edge line to be released, it was the first I started writing. When I learned about this new line, the idea of a woman searching in space for her lost love came to me almost immediately. The problem was, I didn’t know how to finish the story. I’d written to the point where Molly is no longer alone on her ship, but had no idea what happened next.
The problem is, as much as I try to plot, stories always take a different turn when I’m writing them. So, I try to keep the outline as loose as possible. In the case of Alien Lover, there was no outline. I didn’t even have a title at the time. And I couldn’t think past that scene.
So, I put it aside and wrote several others. But I’m anal in that I don’t like to have unfinished stories. They bug me and nag at me until I return to write them again. When I went back to writing Alien Lover, the rest of the story came to me with a twist I didn’t expect. Then a title fit into place.
The excerpt below ends just before my original stopping point. To find out what happens next, well, you’ll just have to read the story.
Alien Lover Blurb:
Unconvinced of her fiancĂ©’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancĂ©. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?
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Book Trailer:
Excerpt:
“Incoming message,” the computer chimed. “Source located one nautical mile away, starboard.”
She brushed her hands across the console and brought the video feed from the ship’s right hand side onscreen. The image quivered, and she groaned when it finally became clear. A Moloxian starcruiser.
Shit! I just want to go home. During her search, the crews of the few Moloxian scavenger ships she’d come across had been willing to let her pass if she traded with them. But she had nothing left, only enough food and fuel to reach Earth, and even then she’d be hungry during the last leg of her journey.
“Play.” She decided to listen to their demands, give them what they wanted, and move on. She had no other choice. Starvation was a better alternative than providing the sexual services they’d always hinted at. The Moloxians, though humanoid, had scale-covered bodies. So incompatible with her own. She wouldn’t survive unscathed and didn’t sleep around anyway.
“Prepare to be boarded.” The deep computerized voice shook her. No slur, and therefore not Moloxian. Who the hell was he?
She didn’t have time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship. No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure materializing into solid form before her eyes.
With a huge outline, the male boarding her ship would only bring her trouble. If his strength matched his size, she had one option: to kill him. She took in his bare, broad chest, sculpted abs, and muscled arms. His tanned skin shone with brilliance, as if the sun rested behind him. She gazed up at his dark hair and warm brown eyes. He studied her with an intense stare while his soft lips curved into a smile.
She gasped. “Diego?”
Giveaway!!
For your chance to WIN an ebook copy (gifted from All Romance eBooks) of Crash Landing, my other sci-fi erotica story, tell me what unfinished projects you have. Is it a bedroom or bathroom that is in the middle of renovations? Is it a sweater that you haven’t finished knitting? I’m sure we all have something. Winner will be notified December 10 by email, so please leave your email address in the body of you comment. Thanks and good luck!
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.

28 September 2012

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.


Giveaway!!
For your chance to WIN an ebook copy of The Power of Three, my other story from The Edge, be sure to a comment along with your email address. Winner will be notified on October 1, 2012.
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.