Good afternoon! Oh, I’ve gone back and forth what to share with you first. Should I talk about my fun Christmas stories? How about the dark side of Doppelgangers? Sexy retold fairy tales? Demons?
I know…. Aliens! Who doesn’t love a sexy guy from the future, who also happens to be from another planet?
My first releases with Changeling Press were my Malathix Soul stories. Let me tell you a little more…
Malathix Soul is a three-book series of futuristic erotic novellas. Set around the year 2142, the stories introduce you to the Malathix, a race of aliens who suffer untold atrocities when they arrive on planet Earth. Through trial and error, these handsome aliens discover the solution to their troubles lie within selected human women. In order to find resolution and peace, each Malathix must locate his woman, convince her to bond with him and pray she will willingly stay by his side.
Here’s a little bit from the first story, Soulless
Can an alien beast without a soul bring Laya to her knees?
Space Lord Theradon, of the merchant planet Malathix, lives on the edge of a darkness that threatens every human around him. He must find the piece of him that’s missing or face his demise.
Laya Brummel unknowingly carries within herself the means to his survival. If only she would stay still long enough for him to explain. But she’s seen the horror of what a Malathix alien can become, and fear keeps her constantly running away from him.
When the pair finally comes face-to-face, will it be too late to stop the death and destruction, or will they find something deeper to hold them together and save them both?
Laya tried to take a deep breath, but it left her as soon as her gaze met the Space Lord’s. The swirling blues and greens of his eyes mesmerized her, nearly hypnotized her, as they had the handful of times she’d seen him. Again, that mysterious presence within her cried out in pleasure and urged her toward this intimidating male.
She’d stood close to him only once before, two years ago. She’d forgotten just how tall he was. Easily six and a half feet. His size dwarfed her five-seven frame. He wore the same clothing she remembered: black leather pants, a black tee that looked like it’d been painted over hard, corded muscle, and black boots. His midnight hair, longer than most men wore it, was tied with a thong at the back of his neck. It looked thick and smooth, and Laya had a strange desire to run her fingers through it, to surround herself in him. Everything in Laya tuned into the man before her.
He shifted, and the movement broke the intimacy between them. Theradon had hunted her for years. Why?
She raised her chin and met his stare. “You want me?”
He gave a curt nod, his jaw clenched, and motioned for her to follow him. Wanting answers, Laya fell in step behind him as he headed toward the front door. Once outside, she shivered in the cool night air but continued to follow him around the building. The dark back alley made her skin crawl, but she figured it’d be a fitting place for her end.
Theradon turned in the shadows to face her. Though she could barely make out his features, he seemed wilder, more out of control than he’d been when she’d seen him in the past.
“What do you want with me?”
“Everything.” He spoke in a strained whisper. “Dammit, Laya, it’s not supposed to go this way, but right now…”
When he didn’t continue his thought, she prompted, “Right now, what?”
Did he just sigh?
“Laya, I need you to get on your knees.” His hands went to the waistband of his pants and popped open the top button.
She inhaled and suppressed a shiver. He hadn’t laid a single finger on her, but the compulsion to fold her legs and kneel before him seemed inescapable. The presence inside her pushed hard, eager to follow his command. He wanted oral sex? The presence cried out yes. It craved him with an obsession. Even shoved mental pictures into her head of how she should proceed.
You can find Soulless at Changeling Press: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1633
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