Cover Design: Lou Harper
Length: 58,000 words approx
Blurb
Being the object of everyone’s sexual fantasies ain’t all it’s cracked up to be…
On a mining colony planet a long way from Earth, bandit Jedd
Lightning dreams of making enough money to get his ship space worthy
again. During a robbery at a high-class brothel, he meets gorgeous alien
rentboy Storm and is instantly smitten—but the heist goes south and
Jedd has to high-tail it out of there with only half the loot.
Enslaved by a fierce Madam, Storm’s shapeshifting talents make him
the most sought after whore on Talmak. He literally can’t stop himself
becoming his client’s fantasy lover. Sick of enforced transformations,
he wants to escape, but he’s closely guarded and has no experience of
the unfamiliar city outside the brothel.
Storm is willing—and eager—to do anything to persuade Jedd to break
him out of his gilded prison. Lucky for him the arrogant outlaw needs
Storm’s help to free his crewmate, held as hostage by a vicious mob boss
who wants Jedd to complete the theft he was hired for. Storm keeps
blowing away Jedd’s expectations—but with both the law and the mob
against them, they could end up with nowhere left to run.
Excerpt
“Stick ’em up, people. This is a raid. I
want all your valuables, right now…” The last words trailed away as
Jedd took a really good look at the naked, sweaty couple on the bed. His
target, the Right Honorable Senator Artaxico Thrublet, was on his knees
behind one of the most gorgeous bodies Jedd had ever clapped eyes on.
A body on hands and knees. A most decidedly human and male body…
Shit, had he gotten the wrong room? Jedd squinted at the client, trying to work out if it really was the senator. He was definitely Talmaki, with his lizard-like body, orange, hairless skin and bulging eyes . But no, he’d studied footage of Artaxico and recognized his large nose and the ridiculous looking rows of diamond studs up both his pointed ears.
Shit, had he gotten the wrong room? Jedd squinted at the client, trying to work out if it really was the senator. He was definitely Talmaki, with his lizard-like body, orange, hairless skin and bulging eyes . But no, he’d studied footage of Artaxico and recognized his large nose and the ridiculous looking rows of diamond studs up both his pointed ears.
“Hold on, just let me finish. Uh!”
Artaxico shuddered to a stop, his belly wobbling as he panted obscenely.
Jedd winced at the sight. He knew interspecies mating went on—everyone
had heard the tales—but intellectual knowledge wasn’t the same thing as
having it thrust in your face. Talmaki just weren’t his idea of sexy.
Okay, there had been that one time he’d
got drunk enough for a fumble in an alleyway, but the alien’s cock had
been kind of scary, and things hadn’t got very far. But maybe the
gorgeous young whore was used to those luminous, scaly shafts of meat.
Maybe he even enjoyed them.
Was he enjoying Talmaki cock right now? He was certainly hard enough.
Right now Jedd couldn’t see the expression on the whore’s face as it was buried in the mattress, but maybe that was for the best. There was no way he could be handsome enough to do that incredible body justice.
Right now Jedd couldn’t see the expression on the whore’s face as it was buried in the mattress, but maybe that was for the best. There was no way he could be handsome enough to do that incredible body justice.
No wonder the senator had decided to try
him as a change from the celebrated Divine. The rentboy moaned through
his own orgasm, just moments after the senator, and drenched the sheets
below him in spunk.
Artaxico withdrew, revealing an
intimidating length of glowing scarlet cock, then collapsed back onto
the bed. He reached out to pat a perfectly formed buttock. “Run along
now, sthweetie. I wouldn’t want you to get caught up in any of this
nasty business.”
The lad scooted down to the end of the
bed facing Jedd, exposing an equally impressive prick which was filling
up again in what must be a record-breaking time.
And as for his face… Suns above! Those
were lips Jedd would give anything to see stretched around his dick. But
no, he had a job to do, and he wasn’t about to get sidetracked by some
hyper-sexed rentboy, no matter how astoundingly gorgeous he was.
“The boy stays,” Jedd ordered. Artaxico gave him a puzzled look, but Jedd pressed on. “I want your datapod and passcode, now!”
“Not a chance in hell. That passcode is
top level sthecurity,” Artaxico lisped. “I really don’t imagine there’s
anything an ignorant monkey like you could do that could force me to
sthpeak.”
Okay, just as he’d feared, but Jedd had
his back-up plan. “Oh yeah?” Jedd strode over to the bed and grabbed the
lithe young man under the arm. There was a brief moment where he was
distracted by the sensation of naked skin against his own, but he
couldn’t afford to lose any time so he pulled the whore upright, holding
the charge gun to his temple.
“Your strumpet gets it if you don’t
talk. And don’t think this is a bluff. I never bluff.” He pulled the lad
tighter to him for emphasis, but this had the unfortunate effect of
bringing more of his own body in contact with those taut muscles, and
his face even closer to the thatch of chestnut curls.
His nose was on a level with the top of
the whore’s head, and he pulled in a lungful of the most divine,
arousing musk. Feeling a familiar tightening in his pants where he
brushed up against those pert buttocks, Jedd cursed his over-active
libido. “I’m warning you! The code, now!”
Artaxico just laughed, a mocking bray
that wound Jedd up worse than finding a firebug had crawled into his
beer. “Utter nonsense! I’ve stheen killers before – by the sthuns, I
employ enough of them, and you really don’t have that look in your eyes.
You’re just an overgrown wassat, aren’t you?” The senator twitched his
nose in a near perfect imitation of one of the pesky rodents.
Jedd fumed. First a monkey, now a
wassat. He turned the gun on the senator. “Okay then, if you don’t give
me that passcode this instant, you get it. I mean it!”
“Like you’ll ever be able to get it off
me if I’m dead. Does that antique piece of crap even have the power to
kill? Looks more like something my wife would carry to stun any
overconfident admirers.”
Goddammit, how could the man tell? Jedd waved the gun as threateningly as he could. “You willing to take that risk?”
Artaxico laughed again, getting up to
his feet. “What risk? There’s security everywhere in this place, you
know? I’m just going to stroll out of here and call the guards, and
you’re not going to do a thing to stop me.”
Oh, wasn’t he? Jedd aimed at Artaxico’s head and pulled the trigger. “Ha! Not so clever now, are you?”
“Is he going to be all right? That was
just a stun, wasn’t it? “ The godlike young man had a voice to match his
physique—a rich and sultry baritone that rumbled against Jedd’s
breastbone.
The senator snored before Jedd had a
chance to answer, and the lad melted back against him, sighing with what
sounded like relief. Their close contact made a certain part of Jedd’s
body grow stiffer while the rest seemed to want to melt into a puddle.
Would the rentboy mind sneaking in a
quickie? Jedd would even pay if he had to, the lad was that gorgeous. Or
would the stun charge have set off the internal alarm system? Probably
best not to risk dawdling too long.
Still, seemed a shame to waste a moment
like this now that Artaxico was unable to interfere. Jedd loosened his
hold and let the young man turn in his arms. Holy fuck, Jedd could feel
the whore’s massive erection prodding his thigh.
He took a deep breath, forced it out.
Focus. Not here. Not now. Just gather information. “Captain Jedd
Lightning, at your service. And who might you be, gorgeous creature?”
The man chuckled, stepping away from him
and turning to fix him with a pair of intensely soulful deep green
eyes. “My working name’s Divine, but you can call me Storm.”
“Divine? But… You’re meant to be a girl!” Jedd spluttered.
The young man gave a maddening,
secretive smile. “Divine can be whoever you want, Captain. Divine is
simply the title of your ideal lover.”
“So they swap you around depending on what the johns want? There are other Divines?”
“Something like that. But please, call
me Storm.” A plaintive note sounded in his voice and his lower lip
jutted in an almost-pout. “No one ever does these days.”
Storm. It suited him, as there was a
wildness in those eyes that Jedd thought he recognized, something he
glimpsed in his own reflection every morning. Focusing on Storm’s eyes
proved a challenge, though, when there was all that naked flesh to feast
his gaze on.
Smooth, bronzed skin, with just enough
hair between those dark nipples to make him want to run his fingers
through it. Jedd’s gaze followed the trail down all the way to the most
majestic cock he’d ever seen. It reached up invitingly, as if seeking
Jedd’s hand.
“You have quite an imagination, don’t you?” Storm said, staring down at himself as if in fascination.
English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. She's beginning to suspect he enjoys it.
Joís novel Stuff won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Bisexual Romance, and her novella Merry Gentlemen won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Romantic Comedy. She loves to be busy, and is currently having fun trying to work out how she is going to fit in her love of writing, dressmaking and attending cabaret shows in fabulous clothing around the demands of a preteen with special needs, an incessantly curious pre-schooler, and a bun in the oven!
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