She’s doing a ‘Madly In Lust’ series the whole month of March, highlighting erotica authors of all sorts. (And while you’re there, take a look at her work… it’s sexy fantasy and Sci-Fi. A winning combination!)
Some books can justifiably be defined as masterpieces. These are literary works that stand the test of time; The Classics, and all the other fine novels and texts we can read over and over again without tiring. All of us have books like that. I, for one, have always loved losing myself in words, in the geography of my imagination.
My husband, however, is not like that. If he reads a text-heavy book, it is probably nonfiction. However, a true Frenchman, he has long been an admirer of graphic novels. In the American context, these have until recently often been dismissed as (or rather, lumped in) with comic books. Superheroes and stuff. No offense if that’s your thing; too much spandex for my taste.
One book we can both agree on, now, is Saga. This is fast becoming one of my favorite series ever. It is, essentially, a space opera. Think SciFi/Romance. Yet of the deepest, most engaging kind. Yes, sexy aliens are getting naked and busy on a regular basis (That’s fun! And hey, graphic novel, so you get the artsy eye candy to go with…), but there’s so much more to it. Themes of diversity; clash of cultures; discrimination and stereotyping; the meaning of family; even the uniting power of literature; are woven throughout the main story. Adventure can be found aplenty, but for me, Saga is an inspiring example of effortless diversity. (Much like the delightful online cartoon I previously mentioned, Fated.)
With my recent musing on how to address white privilege in writing, reading the recently-released sixth book of Saga was a welcome reminder that there is lots of great literature out there already fighting the good fight. In Saga, aliens come in all shapes, sizes, ages and colors. They live together, fuck together, fight each other, and generally are no better or worse than most “humans;” except way more badass. The blend makes this fantastic world excitingly familiar. Reading Saga, I can totally imagine how an inter-galactic, multi-species society might be. And you know what? All of a sudden, small differences are erased by the bigger picture. That picture happens to be an endless (and pointless) civil war, but hey, conflict has to come from somewhere.
Saga is the real deal. If you want some seriously good science fiction – and enjoy beautiful art, snappy dialogue, an un-put-downable story, thoughtful sexiness, and effortless diversity to boot – then you need to buy a copy right now. I’ll just be counting the months until the next book comes out…
You all know I love my SciFi romance, right? Ooh, yes, I do enjoy a good Big Bang! (Hehehe… okay, yeah, there’s a reason I’m not a stand-up comedian.) Anyway, I am excited to introduce to you a new author on the hot SciFi/romance scene: Siren Allen. She’s got a sizzling new book coming out, and you need to take a look! The excerpt alone gets me hot. Time to go buy it!
Siren says: Hi guys. I’m so excited about my new release, Silver, a Sci-Fi romance. Silver is available on Amazon and free with Kindle Unlimited. The two main characters, Malia and Silver, are now my favorite people. Watching them fall in love was fun, sexy and sometimes heartbreaking. I’ve included an excerpt from one of my favorite scenes. It’s a shower scene. Enjoy!
A sexy sneak peek:
He tried to recall the last time he’d bathed.
Silver lathered his chest with an unscented bar of cleanser. He hadn’t bathed once while on Venus. They’d stolen a tank of water from a nearby store and had used that to wash their face, hands, and other junk that got sweaty.
But a full shower. He hadn’t one of those in a long time. It felt nice. And with Malia only a few clicks away from him, it felt naughty, especially since he was showering in the dark. In a rush to get back to her, he bypassed the light switch and headed straight for the stall. His mate was awaiting him in bed. His heart leapt at that thought and so did other things.
With hot water falling over his frame, Silver slid one hand down to his cock and gripped it tightly. Stars, he was rock hard, his body yearning for his mate. Silver stroked himself. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall forward as images of his mate masturbating while dreaming filled his mind.
Sex with her would be spectacular. He knew it would. He wasn’t an untried male. He’d been with plenty of females. None had ever stoked his desire the way his mate was doing. And it wasn’t just the mating pull forcing him to feel things for her. It was her, the little things she did. The way she smiled, they sound of her laughter, the way she cocked her head to the side when she was thinking about something he’d said. She was perfection.
He couldn’t wait to rub his hands over her flesh and feel her shiver underneath his touch. He was going to take great pleasure in making her moan all night long as he kissed and licked every inch of her. Silver thrust forward, pushing into his palm, wishing it was her heat he was sliding into. She would be wet. Oh so wet. He groaned as he thought of her wetness sliding over his cock. His dick jerked. He stroked faster, pumping his length.
He was going to come. That was probably for the best, to take the edge off before he climbed in bed behind his mate. Behind his mate. That thought caused images of him taking her from behind to form in his head.
The doorknob to the bathroom turned. His head jerked in its direction. Had he locked the door? Nope. In stepped Malia.
“Silver, are you okay? I heard noises.” She flipped the light switch on and her mouth fell open in shock.
He wanted to stop. He really did. He couldn’t. His orgasm was too close and the sight of her sent him over the edge. Silver came hard, groaning as his hips jerked until every last drop was ripped from him. Shit. She was still standing there.
Silver stared down at the shower floor watching water and his semen wash down the drain. This was the ultimate embarrassment. He heard her clear her throat. He didn’t look in her direction.
“Uh, okay,” she told him from the doorway. “I see that you’re okay. Um, I’m going to let you finish… showering. Take as long as you need.”
Silver nodded and waited on the sound of the door closing before he began cursing. “Shit, fuck, fucking shit.” He banged his head against the wall.