Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Wednesday Briefers: Lost Inside Chapter 32


Here we are again! Another week, another update. Hopefully you'll like the direction the story goes this week, inspired by the prompt: "What did you have in mind?"

Lost Inside Chapter 32


Yuri was limp as a doll, letting Benny manipulate his arms into a shirt. His anger was gone, and in its place was a man scared as hell and getting worse by the minute.

“He hurt me.”

“I know. We won’t let it happen again.”

“With needles. I don’t like needles.” He shivered. Benny pulled him into his arms and hugged him.

“No more needles.”

“No more time,” the Falcon hissed. “Can we get the hell out of here? My men are tired of circling overhead. The air isn’t great for flying tonight.”

“I won’t tell you again.” Benny glared over his shoulder. “If you scare my mate further, I will hurt you.” He bared his fangs.

Yuri followed quietly. Benny snagged their bags as they walked out. It was raining softly, clouds blocking the evening sky and turning the landscape a uniform gray. Benny scanned the surroundings constantly.

“There’s been no sightings of—”

“I got it.” Benny didn’t want to feel his mate flinch again at the sound of his father’s name. Yuri was too calm; he’d shut down again. Benny wished he could strangle Sheshtun. He’d nearly had his mate back, but that bastard wouldn’t stop.

Whatever he wanted from them, he wasn’t going to get. Benny needed more information. They slipped into the black SUV in front of the cabin. Benny urged Yuri to lay down with his head in Benny’s lap. “Close your eyes and relax. You’re safe with me.” Benny ran his hands through Yuri’s hair, scraping his claws gently over Yuri’s scalp.

When Yuri’s breathing settled into a regular rhythm, and Benny was sure he was asleep, he began pumping their driver for more info.

“Tell me what you know.”

“Sheshtun was forcing pheromones from Yuisi’s mate to influence him. With his pheromones, they’d dose females to get try and force breeding. The doctor said they tried several females, but Yuisi’s seed didn’t take. That’s when he started altering the pheromones to make Yuisi’s mate believe Yuri was his mate—that’s why he attacked you. He was supposed to take

“All this was so Sheshtun could get a pureblood heir?”

The Falcon nodded. He turned onto the freeway and began speeding back toward Velaku’s territory. Benny seethed. Sheshtun had tortured both his sons because they were gay and that didn’t fit in with his world view of a perfect Tiger Alpha and heir.

What a bastard.

“How’d he escape?”

The Falcon’s hands tightened on the wheel. “He had allies we didn’t know about. Velaku believes Sheshtun was not the only Tiger Alpha trying to force breeding in his clan. The clans have been dying out due to inbreeding.

“Velaku has been trying to extend a hand in friendship to the Tiger clans. They rejected modern ways, and modern technology, on the surface—all the while using it to hurt their own members. He’s pissed, and he’s contacted the other heads of the US territories. That was the last I heard before word of Sheshtun’s escape reached us, and we were forced to end the briefing.”

Benny stared out the window at the passing scenery, barely visible in the darkness, even to his eyes. “Get us back. I think it’s time we stop letting Sheshtun hunt us… and start hunting him.”

***

“What did you have in mind?” Velaku leaned back in his chair behind his desk. Natham rubbed his shoulder, then slid his hand over Velaku’s wing where it arched behind him.

“Dav will find Sheshtun. I’ll kill him. You deal with the crap about the experiments he was doing, and the other clan’s punishment as well, with the other leaders. My mate will be safe, and maybe he will stop having nightmares.” He’d had another one in the car, waking up shaking and disoriented, fighting Benny’s hold on him. Seeing that amount of fear in Yuri’s eyes, and having to control his temper while his mate cried out and fought against him brought back all the pain from their year apart. He was afraid Yuri had slipped back, and all the progress they’d made in their relationship would be wiped out.

He really didn’t want to leave his mate, but Cleara and Szorpin would take care of him until Benny came back. Yuri knew them, and he’d be safe surrounded by the Falcons. Yuisi and his mate were being treated by Dr. Pannar, but the two brothers could spend time together. Yuri would like that.

“You know, if you kill Sheshtun, you’ll become the head of the Tiger Clan.” Natham watched him, his head tilted to one side. “You told Velaku before that you were no Alpha, but if you do this, you won’t have a choice.”

Sacrifices had to be made, but Benny was willing to make them. Whatever it took to keep his mate safe.

“If I become the leader of Sheshtun’s clan, can I bring them here? The ones who weren’t involved in his schemes?” he asked Velaku. “This is our home now. I don’t want to leave Jerret, and Yuri is very close to Cleara and her young. We belong here.”

Velaku’s wings rustled as he leaned forward. “I agree. I think you’d make a great Alpha. I know I said that before, but I mean it. You have more strength inside of you than most will ever see, but when you need to step up, you do, no matter what the cost you must bear. With your guidance, maybe we can bring the Tiger clan out of the stone ages and into the present—the right way. Whatever I can do to help, I will. My territory will always be open for you and yours.”

Benny stood up when Velaku did. He took Velaku’s offered hand with gratitude. “Thank you.”

 
TBC

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Monday, July 28, 2014

Priceless! Now in French...

Sometimes oldies but goodies come back around again. This time, it's M.A. Church's story--now out in French! So if you read the romance language, you can really enjoy this story.






Blurb:

Des étincelles jaillissent quand Cupidon vise deux mortels à Las Vegas : Randy Jones, un homme ordinaire, en voyage d’affaires, croise le regard de Garrett Shiffler à une table de craps et le temps s’arrête alors. Rejetant tout ce en quoi il croit, Randy se lance dans une aventure torride de deux nuits avec lui, avant de paniquer en réalisant qu’il est tombé amoureux. 

Le milliardaire cynique Garrett Shiffler a tout ce que l’argent peut acheter, et la plupart des hommes avec qui il sort, n’arrivent pas à voir plus loin que son portefeuille. La vie lui a appris que l’innocence et l’amour ne sont que le fruit d’une imagination collective. Mais quand Randy disparaît, emportant avec lui des sentiments que Garrett n’imaginait même pas avoir, il s’engage dans la bataille la plus importante de sa vie pour gagner son amour. Mais cette fois-ci, il se bat avec son cœur, et non son compte en banque. 


Pendant ce temps, Cupidon se demande ce qui s’est passé. Ses flèches dorées ne ratent jamais leur cible habituellement, sauf quand le Destin intervient. Si Garrett veut récupérer Randy, il va devoir le faire seul, car le Destin a d’autres plans en réserve pour Cupidon.


 

Excerpt:

APRÈS S’ÊTRE encore fait demander sa carte d’identité, l’homme à l’allure juvénile entra dans le casino. Ses yeux brillaient d’une lueur espiègle alors qu’il scrutait la foule de gens. Il écarta quelques mèches blondes et bouclées de son front, cherchant cette fois un certain type d’individu. Il avait maintenant juste besoin d’inspiration pour frapper, et ses flèches loyales étaient prêtes à l’emploi. Se déplaçant dans la foule, il regarda autour de lui. Il avait le choix parmi tant d'hommes solitaires qui avaient besoin d'amour dans leur vie.

Il était connu sous bien des noms, mais il préférait Cupidon, le nom que sa mère lui avait donné. Mythologie grecque, mythologie romaine… Il haussa les épaules. Les humains ne savaient pas à quel point ils avaient massacré le panthéon, non pas que cela importe de toute manière. Il connaissait la vérité, tout comme ceux de son espèce la connaissaient.

Ses yeux scrutèrent à nouveau le casino… là ! Il avait trouvé ce qu’il cherchait. Cet homme. Avec un large sourire, il se fraya un chemin à travers la foule.
 

GARRETT REGARDAIT la foule du casino ‘Palms’ de Las Vegas d’un air ennuyé et nonchalant, ses yeux ne voyant rien de ce qui se passait autour de lui. Il était agité, et même l’excitation habituelle du jeu n’arrivait pas à piquer son intérêt. Il fit négligemment sauter le dé dans sa main, ne s’intéressant pas aux montants élevés des mises de la partie de craps qu’il était en train de jouer. La foule autour de lui eut le souffle coupé en voyant que sa chance avait tourné, et qu’il venait de perdre plus d’argent en un seul coup de dé que ce que certaines personnes gagnaient en un an. Mais même cela ne parvint pas à le tirer de son humeur morose. Soudain, la chance lui sourit de nouveau avec le coup de dés suivant.

Son corps fut parcouru d’un frisson et ses cheveux se dressèrent sur sa nuque. Quelque chose, un changement dans l’atmosphère peut-être, attira son attention. Une fois encore, il examina la foule autour de la table de craps, cherchant… quelque chose. Il plissa les yeux et se concentra sur l’homme en face de lui, de l’autre côté de la table. Le temps sembla ralentir, et se figer. Le brouhaha agaçant du casino devint un simple bruit de fond jusqu’à ce qu’il n’entende ni ne voie plus rien… à part, lui.

Le cœur de Garrett rata un battement et augmenta rapidement, accélérant soudain, puis prit une courte pause avant de battre à un rythme effréné. Son esprit imagina une série de scènes en Technicolor qui exigeait que l’homme en face de lui prenne la pose, se penche et s’étire dans un nombre de positions érotiques et explicites. Les yeux de Garrett le scrutèrent jusqu’à ce qu’ils rencontrent des prunelles surprises, de couleur gris acier, et un autre frisson traversa rapidement son corps.

Ces yeux brillaient d’une douce lueur innocente comme Garrett en avait rarement vue et qu’il ne croyait pas exister encore aujourd’hui. Son esprit restait incrédule. Personne ne pouvait être aussi innocent, personne. Mais une partie de son âme longuement réprimée chuchota… ‘Et si’ ? Et si cet homme n’était pas un simulateur et qu’il était réellement ce qu’il semblait être ? Surpris par la réaction de son corps, il décida d’en avoir le cœur net. Il fixa l’homme de l’autre côté de la table de son regard glacé. Un petit sourire en coin flotta sur les lèvres de Garrett alors qu’il faisait signe à l’homme de venir à ses côtés.


M.A. Church

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Wednesday Brief: Lost Inside Ch. 31


HI all! So much better this week! My bff's daughter went home and doing soooo well! She can't sit for long, but she's moving with just cane! I swear, kids are so resilient! Big thanks to everyone who took a moment to share good thoughts for her. So, this week's prompt is "Did you say...?"

Lost Inside: Chapter 31


Yuri ate, but his headache grew again. His brief burst of energy was gone, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

“You done?” Benny grabbed the box, still half-full with most of the burger and fries Yuri had wished for, before it could tip over and spill.

“Uh-huh.” Yuri yawned. His eyelids weighed a ton. “Sleepy again.”

Benny tucked the blankets up around Yuri’s chest. “You can shower and get dressed later. I bought you some sweats and a t-shirt.”

The bed dipped under his mate’s weight. Benny curled around him, and Yuri turned to his mate, nuzzling his neck. He smelled so good.

“Go to sleep.” Benny stroked his back.

***

Benny watched Yuri sleep for a while. It didn’t look very restful. He was snarling and his claws kept sliding out the tips of his fingers.

Pounding on the door jerked Benny out of the light doze he’d finally found.

“What the—”

“No!” Yuri roared. He jumped out of bed, naked, his pupils so big his eyes looked black. He snarled and hissed, his ears flat to his head as he spun in the middle of the room.

“Yuri? Are you okay?” Benny got to his feet slowly. His mate was crouched, ready to attack. The pounding on the door came again.

His roar vibrated the air.

“Stop pounding on the fucking door!” Benny shouted. He had to calm Yuri down before he mauled whoever was disturbing them.

The pounding didn’t stop.

Fuck it. Benny might maul whoever was out there. He shoved down his anger and approached Yuri, his ears as upright as he could get them and his hands open at his sides. “Yuri? Mate?”

Could he even hear him? Benny wasn’t sure. Yuri was awake, but he wasn’t there. What memory was he locked in? Sheshtun deserved a slow death for the way he’d treated his son to make him wake up this angry, this afraid.

“You need to calm down.” Benny kept his voice quiet. “You’re safe here.”

“I won’t let them hurt you!” Yuri hissed at the door, which was damn near vibrating in the frame.

“No one is going to hurt either of us. I swear. Can I touch you?” Benny wasn’t sure where Yuri was. He didn’t seem like before, when he woke up screaming from the first attack by Sheshtun. He wasn’t afraid; he was pissed.

Benny hated that his mate had been hurt on his watch, twice no less. “I won’t hurt you.” Benny finally reached Yuri and slowly enveloped his mate in his arms. He didn’t squeeze—he wasn’t about to make Yuri feel trapped in any way—but he pressed their chests together, skin to skin.

He could feel the pounding of Yuri’s heart, hear his quick breaths and quiet hisses. He tried to slow his own heart and breathe deep, steady breaths. “We’re okay. We’re okay.” Benny stroked a hand up and down Yuri’s back. He was cold and sweaty, his muscles slowly easing from rigid tightness.

“Benny?” Yuri’s voice was softer, questioning.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Did I… hurt you?”

Benny pulled back and looked in Yuri’s eyes. “Of course not. You were trying to protect me. You’d never hurt me.”

“O-Okay.”

He pushed some of the sweaty hair off Yuri’s forehead. “Bad dreams?”

“I think”—Yuri let out a shaky breath—“I was remembering. He was hurting you, hurting me. I tried to fight back, but my dad’s guards were helping him. I couldn’t stop it.”

“Shh. It’s not your fault. It wasn’t mine either. For a long time I thought it was. You know, when he was praying for you, Bashta told me he was praying for me too. We had a long talk about feeling guilty for things that we couldn’t control. He said Fate sometimes meant we had to live through bad things to get to the good.”

“Will we get good stuff?” Yuri’s child-like question clenched Benny’s heart in a tight fist. “I want good stuff with you.”

“We will.” He had to believe that, for both of them. They deserved to have a happy life together. All they wanted to do was be mates and love each other.

“Can you make the pounding stop? My head still hurts.”

Benny’d blocked out the incessant knocking on the door, when the person bugging them hadn’t tried to get in.

“Here. Let’s put some pants on.”

He walked them to the bed, then rummaged around in the bag he’d brought back from the store. Benny hated putting his dirty clothes back on, but he’d only had enough cash for the food, room, and some clothes for Yuri. He ignored his underwear and slid his jeans on commando.

Walking to the door, Benny wished he had a gun. He slid close to the window and twitched the curtain an inch. He could barely see the front stoop, but he could see the wide wings of the Falcon standing on the other side of the door.

He yanked it open. “What the hell are you doing here?” Benny snarled at the head of the Falcons.

“Saving your ass. Sheshtun evaded capture. We’ve been trying to reach you, or find out where the hell you’d hidden since you took off and left that damn doctor to wait for Velaku. Pack your shit; we have to go.”

“Did you say you let Sheshtun get away? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Two of my men were shot taking down the Tiger’s compound. Don’t question our abilities when you’re going to have to depend on it to keep your mate safe. I found you—Sheshtun could too. He didn’t escape alone.”

“My dad’s coming here?” Yuri sounded scared. He scrambled off the bed and backed away from the door.

“Yes, so let’s go.”

Benny snarled and dug his claws into the Falcon’s shirt. “Stop scaring my mate.” He hurried over to Yuri. “Shh. We’re gonna be okay.”
 
He needed a gun. “Call Davis and ask him to meet us wherever we’re going. Now.”

TBC

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wednesday Brief: Lost Inside Chapter 30



Happy Wednesday! I barely scraped writing this on time, so please forgive any typos. The daughter of my best friend (we met 28 years ago, in 1st grade) who is essentially family to me, had her horse rear back and fall on top of her, breaking her pelvis and left hip in several places. She's okay, healing in the hospital right now and looking to go home in a few days, but I'm spending most of my time taking care of things for them and helping out however I can. So, yeah, not much editing on this week's post. Sorry! My update was inspired by the prompt: Have a character turn cartwheels.

Lost Inside Chapter 30


Just once didn’t satisfy his mate. Yuri stayed hard for hours. Benny’s ass felt raw, and he was exhausted by the time whatever they’d given his mate wore off. Yuri collapsed beside him.

Benny could barely keep his eyes open. He rolled over, pulling Yuri into his arms. The scent of his mate’s skin, the steady rise and fall of his chest and the thumping of his heart against Benny’s arm finally soothed him into sleep.

***

Yuri blinked, his vision hazy. His head was pounding so hard, it felt like he was inside a drum. He groaned.

“Yuri? Are you awake?” Benny pulled on his shoulder. “Hey, look at me?”

It hurt. He slitted his eyes against the light. “Too bright,” he whispered.

“Okay, hold on.” The bed dipped. Yuri winced at the slide of rings on metal, but blessedly, the room dimmed. “Better?”

“Uh-huh.” Yuri made the mistake of nodding. He rolled onto his side, retching off the edge of the bed. His mate dove toward him, moving a garbage bin just in time. Yuri’s stomach was turning cartwheels in his belly, and bile burned his throat and nose.

He heaved, over and over, until he couldn’t tell up from down. A hand swept up and down his back. Yuri’s arms collapsed under him, and he huddled into a ball with his head hanging off the bed.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Benny fumbled one-handed with a phone on the nightstand, but he swept his hand up and down Yuri’s spine with soft strokes. “Dav? Are you with Velaku still?”

Yuri shivered.

“I need to talk to that doctor I left for you guys. Now. Yuri’s sick and shaking. I don’t know if it’s a side effect or if he needs help.” Benny’s voice was high and he was speaking really fast. Yuri reached for him.

“Shh.”  Benny grabbed Yuri’s hand and pulled it to his cheek. “It’s okay.”

His mouth tasted so bad. Yuri wished he had something to drink. “Water?” he croaked.

“Of course.” Benny tucked the phone against his shoulder and jumped up. Yuri heard the sound of the faucet, and his mouth got even nastier, if that were possible. Benny gently shifted him onto the bed. “Small sips.”

It was better than anything Yuri ever tasted—even Cleara’s scones with cream. Benny tipped the cup up several times and then set it down. “I’ll give you more in a few minutes. Let’s see if you hold that down.” He stroked Yuri’s hair, gently rubbing. “About fucking time.”

Yuri sank down onto the bed, enjoying Benny’s claws scratching lightly at his scalp from ear to ear. He had no idea where he was, or what was going on, but his mate was with him.

That was all that mattered. He closed his eyes and just floated in the moment, listening to the rumble of Benny’s voice. More time passed than he realized, or he’d fallen asleep, because Benny was in the bed with him when Yuri stretched and rolled over.

“Hey, you. Feeling better?”

Did he? Yuri blinked. “My head.”

“Better or worse?”

“Better.” The drums were outside now, dimmer. “Not sick now, either.”

Benny sighed. “Good, good. The doctor said it was likely just a bad headache. Yuisi’s been suffering from them, too.”

“Yuisi?” Yuri frowned. “My brother? What…?”

“Your dad had your brother at his compound. And his mate, the Tiger that attacked us, was there too. They’re both gonna be okay.” Benny rubbed Yuri’s head, making him want to purr. “You’re gonna be okay, too. Better than okay, I promise,” he said fiercely.

“Okay,” Yuri repeated. His stomach growled. “I’m hungry.”

“I can get us some food, if you want. It’s been quite a while since we ate, and you did try to puke up your toenails. You’re probably running on empty. It might make you feel better.”

Yuri wanted to protest when Benny got up, but he wanted food too. Benny slid pants up his legs and fastened them. His t-shirt was dirty, and had tears in it. Benny grimaced but put it on. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Benny said not to move, but Yuri had to pee. He’d just forgotten to say so. Maybe he could use the bathroom really fast and get back in bed. Yuri slid out of bed. His head spun. He stumbled forward, grabbing onto the foot of the bed. He staggered drunkenly across the room toward the bathroom he could see through the open door on the right.

Glancing out the window as he relieved the pressure in his bladder, Yuri frowned. It was dark outside. Had he slept all day?

No wonder he was hungry. Maybe Benny would bring back some burgers. And fries. Yuri licked his lips as he washed up. He splashed some water on his face, then cupped his hand under the faucet and took a drink.

His stomach growled again.

Lots of fries.

“Yuri? Where are you? Yuri!”

“In here.” Uh oh. Benny was back faster than Yuri thought.

“There you are.”

“Sorry.” Yuri bit his lip and looked at his toes, curling them under and relaxing.

“For what?” Benny cocked his head.

“I moved.”

Benny chuckled. “It’s okay. I just meant not to leave the cabin. I’m glad you felt good enough to get up, but maybe I can help you back to bed?”

Like he was gonna pass that up. “Yes, please.”


TBC

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

MA Church Visits with Nighttime Promises!

I have the great privilege of reading much of M.A. Church's work before it comes out, and I just know the Nighttime books are ones my sci-fi fans would enjoy!


To Be or Not To Be… an Alien

Interesting question. And actually is what partly sparked this series. What kind of aliens could I come up with? Hmmm. A race that doesn’t show emotions until they find their mates. I wanted a body type that was something a little different. Maybe a tad bit frightening.

What about tentacles?

But I didn’t want these coming out of the body like arms. Nope, I had another idea. What about tentacles that are like… hair. Kind of like dreads. Dreads that not only move, but also take part in sex.

Yup, lol. That’s what I said. ;)

Think Predator with more humanoid features. Still as dangerous, but having the ability to love. And whoo boy, when these big guys fall, they fall hard lol. ;)

~M

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Blurb:

Be careful what you wish for... 

The first time Daroshi spotted Bryan, the Maz’Rarian warrior knew he wanted the small town sheriff as his mate. Things have been going downhill since. Daroshi doesn’t have experience dealing with humans, especially a very unhappy human male who’s just had his well-planned life jerked out from under him. Little does Daroshi know the changes Bryan will insist be made to help him adjust. But he also never dreamed someone would actually try to kill his mate. 

The shocks just keep coming for Sheriff Bryan Coltrane. Finding out aliens exist was bad enough. Finding himself mated to one was definitely not on his to-do list. Wait, what? Did someone say tentacles? And if that’s not enough, a killer tried to poison him. Added to his misery, now he’s on his way to another planet—a planet that he hates on sight. How’s he supposed to survive in such a cold, ugly industrialized world? Can you take the country out of the boy without killing his spirit? 

As Bryan struggles to adapt, a killer plots to end his new life... before it even begins.

 

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Excerpt:

Bryan grinned, a wide smile crossing his face, his hands shaking a bit. “Well, let’s get that port window open then. I’d like to see the planet from space.”

They were going to see Daroshi’s planet. It wasn’t everyday he saw a planet from a space ship. And, this was where he was going to live now. God only knew what kind of new animals and… just things in general he’d be learning about. Daroshi stepped toward a blanked-out screen and touched the bottom.

Shawn moved closer to Bryan. “It’s kinda scary, isn’t it? I mean, this is soon-to-be our home. Think about it, Bryan. We’re going to live on a new planet. A place most humans have never seen. Man, I bet there are several scientists that would give their left nuts to be…”

Shawn trailed off as the screen flickered, the blackness fading away to an equally dark view of space, but with a planet in the distance, the only object in sight.

Bryan blinked. “Hmmm.”

Shawn scratched his head. “Ah…”

Daroshi turned from the screen, pride evident on his face. “There it is… Maz’Rar. A proud and mighty planet. What do you think?”

Shawn glanced at Bryan. “Well, it’s big.”

Bryan blinked again as the view continued to shift, drawing closer, the planet filling the screen. A moon orbited the planet. “Yeah, big. Very big.”

Shawn cleared his throat. “And, um… it’s round.”

Bryan nodded. “Yup, round.”

“And… it’s really gray. Lots and lots of gray. Seems to be swirling all around the planet.”

Bryan swallowed. Lots and lots of gray? There’s nothing but gray. Just endless gray circulating in those strange swirls. Is that the atmosphere? Can we even breathe that air? “Uh-huh, that’s the color gray, all right. No doubt about it.” Bryan glanced at Daroshi. “How long before we land?”

“Soon. I can’t wait to show you around. You won’t believe the advances in technology we have.”

Bryan nodded. “Looking forward to it.” And the first thing we need to do is introduce these guys to the concept of color. Jesus, that’s the ugliest planet I’ve ever seen. Doesn’t look anything like Earth.

Daroshi smiled at Bryan, and then turned back to the port window. “I’m so glad to be home.”

Bryan looked at Shawn. Shawn slowly turned, checking to make sure Daroshi was engrossed with the view in front of him. Shawn glanced at Bryan and wrinkled his nose as though he’d smelled something gross.

Bryan pressed his lips closed and nodded. Oh yeah, I agree. Butt ugly describes that planet. Let’s hope it gets better.

M.A. Church bio

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance, she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

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