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For my first tease of the year, I’m going to take you back to the future. On Monday, I released episode three od my space opera Eloisia. This is a post-apocalytic sci-fi seriesin which the Earth has been completely destroyed. In an effort to save humanity, the Intergalactic Peace Council designed the Explorer mission in which six ships, each laded with six-hundred matched pairs of humans and a sampling of the other life on Earth, head outside the galaxy looking for a new planet to call home. But, not everyone wanted humanity to survive.
Here’s your first tease of 2016: Eloisia: Episode Three Sabotage
Colonel Jim Striker stood beside Darla, his “chosen” mate and ally, watching as the last of his command crew exited the conference room. He ran his hand through his short, dark hair, convinced he’d soon see it turn gray, and sighed. How much more of this could he take before he cracked?
The constant murmur of thoughts belonging to others disturbed him, but he’d take that over waking up in the silence of a ship hurtling through space. At least when the others woke up to this nightmare, they wouldn’t be alone. The buzzing intensified. How did Darla manage to stay focused? Unless he got this under control soon, it would drive him crazy.
“I won’t let that happen. You’ll get used to it,” she said, reading his mind as if he’d spoken, something that still unnerved him.
“Maybe, but I’ve got a long way to go before I can make sense of it. The only one whose thoughts are clear is you.”
“Jim,” she began, placing her hand on his arm, intensifying the clarity of the connection between them.
They stood in silence, but he felt her moving around inside his head, probing, verifying what he was saying. She thought he was lying? Irritation filled him. Why the hell would she think that? She was the interloper here, the one whose entire past and existence was a mystery. Why would he lie to her—as if he could—considering he’d let her inside his damn head? She could do whatever she wanted in there, plant suggestions of her own—hell, she could tell him to order the ship flown into the nearest star—and he’d be powerless not to obey. What other proof did she need of his trust?
Darla flinched as if he’d struck her, but pressed harder on his arm. Glancing down, he saw his skin shine beneath her glowing hand. Having her moving around in his mind, especially now that he doubted the wisdom of giving her free rein like this, should’ve been an uncomfortable exercise, and yet, it was strangely soothing, beyond enjoyable, and felt not only familiar but right. He heard her self-doubt as she came up against walls of resistance she hadn’t expected to find. The annoying sounds subsided and knowing she was only trying to help, he relaxed, opening himself up more fully to her. He groaned when the action triggered deep sexual need.
What the hell?
“I’m sorry,” he said aloud, forcing her out of his head as he fought to control his sudden need to bury himself in her. “I don’t understand this…”
Her pale skin flushed, her nipples taut against her uniform. So, he wasn’t the only one who felt this desire.
“Don’t worry about it. What you’re feeling isn’t real—I mean it is, but it’s not for me. I used memories and your libido to counteract the worst of the nightmares created by the block. I’m as much to blame for this as you are.” Her color deepened. Was that shame or guilt?
“Both, Colonel,” she whispered in answer to his unspoken question. “This urge you have to mate with me isn’t real. It’s somehow become part of the block.”
“Well, it feels damn real,” he growled, unable to keep his hands off her any longer. He pulled her close to him until she was flush against his body, his firm arousal touching her abdomen. “Tell me again that this isn’t real. Tell me I don’t want you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman in my life.”
His mouth crushed down on hers, and he reeled from the depth of his passion, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. His need, fueled by his lust, forced the kiss deeper. His tongue invaded her mouth, plunging, tasting, making this kiss something more than the mere meeting of lips. He continued to explore her until all the clicking murmurs in his head were gone. The only thing he heard was her heartbeat and his as they meshed. His hand moved up her body to cup her breast, and her skin heated under his touch. She was burning up, taking him with her.
She pushed him away forcefully, and her mind screamed in his. We aren’t alone. Stop, by the goddess stop, before I become one with you.
Interested in reading more? All Eloisia Episodes are available from Amazon
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