As night time approaches, I want to say thank you to all who stopped by, read and commented on all the posts today. This will be my last for today and I want to let you know I’ve had a fabulous time sharing my aliens with you. As a special treat, and a special thank you, I’m holding a contest–and it’s nearly time to call it a night. If you want a chance to win an ebook copy of Soulless (Malathix Soul #1), simply leave a comment on any of my posts today on the TRS Party site by midnight EST. I’ll choose a winner using random.org and post this winner tomorrow, on this site. Good luck!
Now then, the last story I’m going to leave you with is my newest with Changeling Press. Titled Fever Hitch (Earth Con #1), it tells of a backward but endearing love between two alien men and one human woman. Wait, this almost sounds sweet, doesn’t it? Hehehe. Hold on to your hats then, because Alberta from Manic Readers has this to say about Fever Hitch, “I loved the characters, the premise, the word pictures, the sex and the excitement of the Con, just everything.”
Here’s a little to wet your whistle…
Earth Con #1
by Ayla Ruse
Genre/Theme: Sci-fi erotic romance, aliens, paranormal, menage, m/f/m
She’ll be their perfect mate…if they can keep her satisfied.
Felicia Walker loves her job as an illustrator at Fever Hitch Comics. During this year’s annual Earth Con, she will not only draw caricatures, but she’ll also be decked out in body paint to represent the F’ldae — an alien species from the comics. As she starts off a night exploring the off-limits, alien side of the convention, Felicia is unprepared for the spiraling events that will make her behave like a true F’ldae… in full mating heat.
Agent Slate Reese, along with his best friend Agent Ryker Seals, are Metons who want to settle down, but they’re having a difficult time finding the female to complete their mating trio. With the vast assortment of alien species converging on this area, surely there’s one female who wouldn’t mind spending a night with both of them.
Ryker lifted the drink to his lips and took a long swig. “Ah, Tazar beer. Nothing else like it in the universe.”
“You aren’t shittin’ me,” Slate mumbled, sipping modestly of his drink. “Stuff tastes like crap. I don’t see how you stomach it.”
“Acquired taste, my man.”
Slate grunted and set his forearms on the table. “Do you think we’ll get any hits?” he asked Ry.
Ry shrugged and watched various species interact on the dance floor. “It’s a big convention. We made our rounds, dropped our hints, left our contacts. Now we sit and wait.”
Slate rubbed his huge hands together. “Something feels off.”
“You ever been to a con before?”
Slate shook his head.
“They always feel off, like the universe is tilted or something. I think it’s because of the huge intermix of species coupled with the fact that we’re in an alternate plane here. Remember, the humans have not accepted other species as a general rule, so our presence is still relatively unknown to the humans next door.”
Slate chuckled. “You’ve always been the analyzer.”
“It’s why you keep me as your partner.”
The men shared a brief chuckle, then Slate spoke up again. “Remember that walkway over on the human side? It was near the booth for that comic book place.”
“You mean Fever Hitch — they’re the ones sponsoring this whole thing. But yeah, I remember. Why?”
“Did you see the F’ldae onstage?”
“No. Really? They don’t go out much. That species is frightened of their own skin.”
“Exactly. So why am I seeing the same F’ldae on the dance floor?”
Ry whipped his head around to where Slate was boring a hole through a female. Yes, it was a F’ldae, and Ry couldn’t believe his eyes. The little female was snuggled up next to a Bulzant, and that overgrown plastic looking thing looked to almost swallow the female. She turned bright eyes up to it and said something that made the Bulzant quiver.
“Damn, I never knew that species could move like that,” Ry said, amazed.
“What? The F’ldae?”
“No, the Bulzant.”
“Does it look like she’s okay to you?”
“Who? The F’ldae? Yes. She’s jamming right along –” Ry cut his words off as his eyes zeroed in on her.
“What?” Slate wanted to know.
Ry chuckled. “Looks like your timid little creature is in heat.”
“What do you mean?”
“Wait until she turns — there. See the orange markings along her ribcage? When a F’ldae goes into heat, those markings show up.”
Ry shifted back to his drink and noticed Slate hadn’t taken his eyes off the female. Hmm…
“Isn’t that Bulzant too… big for her?” Slate asked.
“You mean, if he fucks her?”
“You did say she was in heat, right?”
“Yeah. And no, it’s not too much for her. If I remember my alternate species studies correctly, when a F’ldae goes into heat, it’ll screw every and anybody around, six ways to Sunday and start all over again. They won’t eat, won’t sleep, won’t do anything but fuck.” Ry kept an eye on his friend as he spoke, and made sure to lower his voice and emphasize the last word. Slate’s gaze narrowed and Ry started to conjure interesting possibilities.
He waved over a snake-looking waitress and ordered them another round, then excused himself from the table. Slate seemed to be brooding while he stared at the female and didn’t say a word.
Ry headed toward the facilities then veered right and went onto the dance floor instead. Moving to the beat, he ground his hips against a few willing females and circled around a few more. God, he missed this. Being with Slate was comfortable, perfect, but he loved to move and party whereas Slate would prefer staring from the sidelines.
On the human side, he’d noticed Slate staring at the walkway but hadn’t thought too much about it. It seemed that F’ldae had caught his eye. And seeing her move on the dance floor just a little bit ago had caught Ry’s eye.
A F’ldae. In heat. He danced his way toward the last place he’d seen her.
They didn’t have to ask her to be their third in a permanent relationship, but maybe he could sweet talk her into being their third for the night.
After two more thumping songs, his body was limber and he’d finally found the mysterious F’ldae. He danced behind her and scooted in close so her ass snuggled against his cock.
She didn’t seem to notice him other than to grind back against him, wiggling to the beat. Taking this as a good sign, Ry slipped a hand around her waist and spread his palm over her bare stomach. Her skin felt smooth and burning hot, and the way she moved made him want to stroke her even more.
She straightened then, but kept dancing. Pressing her thick mane of hair to his shoulder, she spoke to him over the music.
“Hi, handsome. You smell so good. Are you human?”
He lowered his jaw and brushed his lips across her cheek. “No. Do I have to be?”
She turned then, her arms sliding around his neck. She matched her body to his and asked if he was married.
“What’s that?” he wanted to know.
“You know, with someone? Forever?”
He shrugged. He’d be with Slate forever, but he and Slate didn’t fuck each other. “Not yet.”
“Good. Question number three –”
What was he, on some kind of interview? He thought the F’ldae didn’t care who or what they screwed. Maybe some had preferences after all.
“– do you have a cock?”
Ry threw back his head and laughed. He’d been asked a lot of things in his lifetime, but questioning his male parts had never been one of them.
“It’s a legitimate question,” she argued. He supposed she did have a point. There were sexual parts of some aliens that even he wouldn’t go near.
“You tell me if this is what you need,” he said, and slipped her hand down his body to his thickening erection.
And this is only the beginning, let me tell you. *grin* Make sure you swing by one of the fabulous places below to pick up your copy of Fever Hitch today.
Again, thank you for spending part of your day here! And don’t forget–comments on my posts here today will get you in the running for a chance to win a copy of Soulless (Malathix Soul #1)! I’ll choose one person completely at random (I use random.org), and then I’ll post the winner on the TRS party site tomorrow. Good luck!
~Ensnare yourself in love