COSMIC DESIRES

Naughty Stories of the Sci-Fi and Paranormal Kind

by Jessica E. Subject

Blurb:

From closing time at a costume shop to an alien encounter in the woods, COSMIC DESIRES offers ten sexy stories from author Jessica E. Subject. Inside you’ll find a phoenix in trouble, a gargoyle with a mission, a hot billionaire alien, and even a sex club on the other side of the universe. The romantic pairings vary in this collection, all showing just how naughty love can be.

Includes:

Taken by the Billionaire Alien Next Door (MF sci-fi)

Replicated Consequences (MF sci-fi spanking)

Crash Landing (MMF sci-fi)

The Dungeon: A Thanh Academy short story (FFM sci-fi spanking)

Alien Lover (MF sci-fi)

Love In Disguise (FF sci-fi spanking)

The Power of Three (MMF paranormal)

Phoenix Spanked (FF paranormal spanking)

Last Minute Customers (MFM contemporary)

Sexy Suitors From Space w/a Paisley Brown (MFM sci-fi)

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eBook ISBN: 978-0-9948431-2-8

print ISBN: 978-0-9948431-3-5

Words: 48,127

Pages: 153 (print)

Enjoy an excerpt – PG

Darryl sank into his chair, form-fitted by age. With his foot, he brushed the papers and dishes on the ottoman to the floor. He winced at the crash, but had little motivation to clean it up or do anything. Stretching out his legs, he rested them atop the cleared surface and closed his eyes. Opening them meant he would see her again, dressed in her pressed and polished uniform or with him in bed. But the memories of Beth simply messed with his head. She was gone forever. Nothing he said or did would ever bring her back.

He cringed at the abrupt stabbing pain in his chest. No one said living with a broken heart was easy. He’d known the risks of dating her, but his awareness did nothing to prepare him for the agony of losing her.

Though a military woman marrying a civilian remained a rare occurrence at Beth’s base, they’d celebrated their seventh anniversary four months ago, right before she deployed for the last time.

A knock interrupted his memories. Darryl flicked his eyes open and stared at the door. Perspiration beaded his skin. The last time someone had knocked—most rang the doorbell—bad news had followed. Two weeks ago. And he’d holed up inside ever since, only emerging for Beth’s funeral.

He set his feet on the floor before walking on wobbly legs toward the entrance. What dark tidings would he receive?

Palms slick from sweat, he turned the knob. Catching sight of the two people on his stoop, he stepped back with a startled gasp. No way the people standing in front of him existed. He had to be dreaming.

The man in full military dress gave him a quick nod. “Mr. Malloy?”

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Yes.”

“I have a delivery for you.” The man touched the woman’s back, ushering her forward. “She’s all yours. Take care of her.”

She? His? But.... Beth had died. He’d watched her body lowered into the ground, received the country’s flag. No way could his wife be standing there. “There must be some mistake. Beth died.”

Strolling down the walkway, the man paused and glanced back at him. “That’s not Sergeant Malloy. It’s her clone.”

Hardly an it. Rather a copy of his wife. Darryl griped the doorjamb. His mind spun. Human cloning had just become public knowledge. And those created remained the property of the military. “Shouldn’t she be in a lab somewhere? Or training for a mission?”

The man, at his parked Humvee, shook his head. “We had special instructions to bring her here should anything happen to the sergeant.”

About the Author

Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica is not reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. 

And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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Paisley Brown's SEXY SUITORS FROM SPACE

Sexy Suitors from Space

By Paisley Brown

 

                                                           ISBN: 978-0-9919320-6-1

A vacation to the far North...

Heather is gifted a week away at a resort in the Arctic Circle by her grandmother, a chance to finally move on after finding her fiancé in bed with another woman.

With two Nordic hunks to keep her company...

The two sexy studs make is easy to get over her failed relationship. That is, until they tell her their secret.

Are the two men really extraterrestrials or just a fantasy created by her lonely soul?

Caution: Includes alien probing, anal sex, and a hot MFM ménage.

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PG-Excerpt

Some vacation. Nothing but snow for miles. I might as well have been visiting the North Pole with all the layers of clothing I had on. And, somehow, the cold wind still managed to find the small amount of face I didn’t have covered, stinging the skin around my eyes.

“Are we almost there?” I could barely see five feet in front of me, only the mountain of a man directly ahead. If he slowed down for one second, I’d grab his coat with one hand and cover the rest of my face with my free arm. But if I didn’t keep up, I’d get lost in the blizzard. “Seriously, is the place I’m staying anywhere nearby?” Every other hotel I’d stayed at had the check-in desk within the building. Apparently not this one.

The man didn’t respond, kept walking, guiding me, hopefully, to the glass igloo where my grandmother held a timeshare.

“Get away for a few days, Heather,” she’d said, handing me the plane ticket to Finland and shoving me out the door. “You’ll have a lot of fun and forget about your scum of a cheating fiancé. It’s been a year since you kicked him out. Time to move on. Show off your new curves.”

Sure, curves that I’d gained from spending a week eating nothing but ice cream. Not only had I gained ten pounds, but I’d started crying Ben & Jerry’s. It still hadn’t helped my pain. I’d loved Todd and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Unfortunately, my love hadn’t been returned. But, a trip wouldn’t make me forget what I’d walked in on two days before Christmas.

I’d tried to return the tickets. “Snow and cold really aren’t my thing, Grandma.” Give me a tropical beach somewhere with tanned, muscled men, and I’d at least try to get over Todd.

Refusing to take them back, she’d only patted my hands. “You’ll be surprised how much fun it is in Lapland. I would go, but I’m getting too old to enjoy the...amenities. It’s your turn now.” She winked and shut the door behind her.

And there I was, trekking through the knee-deep snow north of the Arctic Circle, dreading the blanket of white and cold I expected to last my entire vacation.

Bio:

I’m happily married with a naughty imagination. Sometimes all it takes is a whispered word or a sexy picture to inspire my next tale. My erotica stories may be contemporary, sci-fi, or paranormal, but all of them will leave you wet and panting for more. I also write science fiction romance as Jessica E. Subject.

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Sizzling Sunday 2-24-13

From BLIZZARD, just released from Decadent Publishing's The Edge, erotica line.  From where last Sunday's post left off:

"Do you…do you get these kinds of offers a lot?"

"Nope." He dipped a couple more fries into a paper cup of ketchup and crammed them into his piehole along with the rest. She watched his jaw work. Square. Hard. Solid. An utterly masculine jawline. His lips were firm and she wanted to feel them on hers. Feel them everywhere. "So it’s not like I’m gonna pass up an opportunity."

Her heart raced. He was going to give her what she wanted. What she so desperately craved.

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Some Sentences from BLIZZARD 2-17-13

BLIZZARD releases this week! So excited, not only because I love the story, but it's also a little departure for me:  a very short, very HOT story for Decadent Publishing's The Edge line of erotica stories.  A contemporary, with no paranormal elements.

It's not really part of my Sleepy Hollow paranormal series of 1Night Stands. Although it is kind of a fantasy one-night stand and there is a mention of Sleepy Hollow.

Here are  few PG-13 sentences:

 

 

He chewed his cheeseburger, as if completely absorbed by it.

Men.

She’d just poured out her heart to this guy, told him how sex-deprived and ready she was to screw his brains out, and his attention remained riveted on the food.

He inhaled his burger in two more swallows and went to work on the fries. Methodically. As if propositions for unbridled, no-questions-asked, no-strings-attached sex bombarded him every day.

A guy so ruggedly gorgeous…maybe they did.

                                                              YYY      

BLIZZARD is scheduled to release Friday. (Which means you can probably find it Thursday!) Look for it later this week at my Amazon Author Page, my Decadent Publishing Page, Barnes & Noble Author Page, or wherever ebooks are sold!

Jessica Subject

My super guest blogger today is the amazing and prolific Jessica Subject, one of my fellow Decadent Publishing authors and Six Sentence Sunday pals. Please give her a hearty welcome!

Today, Jess discusses how she comes up with the names for all those folks running around in the writer's brain! And, she's giving away great swag to celebrate the publication of CRASH LANDING, her newest sci-fi erotica release from The Edge, Decadent Publishing's HOT erotica line.

Naming Characters

Depending on the story I’m writing, naming the characters involved can take some work.

For my heroes, I tend to prefer single syllable names, or nicknames. Some examples from my stories include, Frey, Josh, Bryce, Dare, and Quinn. For the heroine’s name, it really is dependent upon the story, and can range from one to three syllables.

Often I will search for a name in my Dictionary of Baby Names, which gives the meaning, derivations, and origins. I’ve also gone online to check the numerous lists of baby names depending on time period and origin.

One of my worst habits when naming characters is using the same first letter over and over. My favorite letters to begin characters’ names are: B, J, and L. I purposely use the dictionary to look under different letters now.

For Crash Landing though, I used Google Translate. Why? Because I wanted very specific names. Latin is now considered a dead language, but it is still used in the formation of new words in the modern language. In this case though, I was looking for exact translations. One characters comes from space, so I looked for the Latin translation of space. The latin noun cael means heaven, sky, universe, world, space, air. So my first character was named Cael. The second character, although also from space, lived in the water. And so he became Mare (sea, water, briny, aqua, brine). The female character is from Earth, and although not an exact translation, I named her Tara.

So, how about you? Do you think character names are important in a story?

 

Here’s an excerpt from the beginning of the Crash Landing:

Cael gripped the cushioned arms of the captain’s chair as his ship tumbled bow over stern. The console flashed a blinding red in front of him. Piercing alarms drilled into his mind and he lost focus. The seconds raced by as he plummeted toward Earth. He’d fucked up this mission of peace. Contact with his home planet had ended months ago. No one from Narien could save him now. His death was imminent.

The water below wouldn’t soften his landing. At its current speed, his ship would disintegrate on splashdown. The planet’s gravity pulled him down faster.

He coughed; the acrid scent of fried electronics stung his nose and the back of his throat. Please let my death be quick.

A rattling to the left caught his attention above all other noise. The handle on the cabin door shook. Freedom. It wasn’t his time to die, if he could get out.

The altimeter on the dashboard read six thousand meters, high enough to jump and land safely with his chute. Only to land in frigid water and die of exhaustion or hypothermia from treading without any hope of a rescue.

“Shit.” But he’d die if he stayed. He had to take the chance. Yanking off his safety harness, he pulled himself to standing and strained to reach the recess where his pack hung. Stretching up, he fingered the cloth strap. Not close enough to grab hold of it.

The ship jolted and flung him to the stern. He weaved his arm through the straps of the pack on his way past, dislodging it from the hook. Yes.

His triumph was short-lived as he flew starboard, smashing his shoulder against the wall. He groaned when an electrifying spasm shot down his arm to the tips of his fingers. The ship lurched again, and he tumbled back toward the console. He grabbed the door, his feet dangling in mid air. If he didn’t get out now, he’d forfeit any chance to survive.

The ship righted again. He planted his feet against the bottom of the door and twisted the crank. The latch snapped open, filling him with a sense of hope. Careful to keep at least one hand on the handle at all times, he slung the pack over his shoulders.

All set. Time to jump. Pushing off the floor, he slammed his uninjured shoulder against the door. It blew open and tore away from its hinges, lost to the sky.

Cael teetered on the edge before plunging out of his failing ship. Wind whipped all around him as he twisted to catch his bearing during freefall.

Glancing down, he spied crystal blue lake, much closer than he’d expected. Too close.

He jerked the cord on his chute–several hundred feet lower than he should have. At least. His feet skimmed the cold waves just as his chute caught the current and heaved him back into the air.

The ship splashed into the water beside him, disintegrating into millions of pieces. He raised his hands in front of his face as shrapnel flew at him. Tiny shards sliced into his arms and legs, but the extreme heat from the cloud of steam billowing up at him stung the most.

From the moment his toes touched down in the once frigid water, his skin sizzled. He screamed in agony. His death would have been quicker and less agonizing if he’d remained in the ship.

A hard piece of his spacecraft smashed down on his head, and he welcomed the darkness.

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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