Hello, everyone! I’m
here today to talk about my two new releases with Evernight Publishing, but
first of all, a very huge thank you to my blog hostess for having me. These are
my first publications, so I am excited and a little scared :) Writing has always
been a part of my life, and getting published a dream and a goal, so it’s a
cool feeling to have two books for my very first release date.
First, a little bit
about my Free Read because… well, it’s free. So you can try out my writing at
no risk, and I hope you enjoy it. This is a quick and short read, at a little
over 5,000 words. “Pleasure Android 7.1” came about as the result of the
eternal “what if” question. With all the advances we’re making in artificial
intelligence and robots, it seems almost inevitable that this will be our
future. I saw a video about the robots they are creating in China… they look
like people, they talk, they make eye contact. It’s exhilarating, the progress
we’re making, and a little creepy at the same time. Nico, the hero of “Pleasure
Android 7.1” is definitely not the least bit creepy. He was created to be every
woman’s fantasy and has the database to deliver (wink, wink).
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Zola is dismayed to
discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to purchase her a
hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, and tries
her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such resistance
and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro using his
perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing more
than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect
manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.
Excerpt:
What
the fuck.
A
seven-foot-tall box occupied the middle of my living room. I stared at the
prime male specimen behind the clear front panel. Well over six feet tall, with
dusky skin, dark brown wavy hair, broad shoulders, aquiline nose, full
lips—basically, he looked like a model, the kind you’d drool over in an ad for
high-end products.
With
his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes grazed his chiseled cheekbones. He
looked as though he slept—an illusion of the most expensive kind.
I
sighed, hands on my hips. My best friend, Lexia, had done it. For my fortieth
birthday, she got me a sex droid. She’d joked about it, but I never thought
she’d actually follow through. It had to be her—she was the only other person
who had access to my apartment.
On
the box, in large, blocky print, it proclaimed “Domestic Android 7.1” and
underneath it, in fancy script, “For Your Pleasure.” Alrighty then. And what if
it was my pleasure to get rid of it? I stalked to the box and circled around
it. The back and both sides were solid panels of striking red. If it was
supposed to be romantic, their marketing department missed the boat. I wasn’t a
big fan of Valentine’s Day, and this was even cheesier than a heart-shaped box
of chocolates.
Although,
I could remember a time when chocolates, roses, and a little stuffed bear made
my heart skip a beat. I had grown a bit jaded over the years, which was
probably why my friends decided to gang up and torture me with this… thing.
It stood there, like the proverbial elephant in the room. There would be no vid
watching on my birthday, cuddled up with a bowl of ice cream. No relaxing in
the tub with a good romance novel. Now I was too distracted, and I wasn’t going
to be able to enjoy myself until I got this thing out.
A
plan formulated: get the box outside and message his creator, Atlas Robotics
Corporation, to come pick him up. No, not him. It. I studied the box. At
five foot five, it had well over a foot on me. I tried to tilt it to the side,
planning on then pushing it out the rest of the way. The damn thing was heavy.
So heavy, it didn’t even wobble when I gave it my all.
Exhausted,
I plopped down on my yellow pleather couch to glare at the box. I refused to
build up a sweat today of all days. What a disaster my birthday was turning out
to be. There was no getting the box out until Atlas Robotics agreed to stop by.
Since they had no incentive to be eager to process a return, it could be days. Maybe
even weeks, I thought miserably.
Not
fair that here I was, suffering, while he—it!—stood there, all serene and
peaceful. I jumped to my feet and approached the box. There was an easier way
to do this. Turn him on and order him to take a hike on his own two legs. The
more I considered it, the more I liked this plan. Quick, easy, smart.
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Okay, I hope you liked
the beginning of my free short story. Now, onto my novella, “Love’s Labyrinth”.
I am a huge fan of fantasy, and this novella is very close to my heart. It’s
set in the far future, on a colonized planet. Humans weren’t doing too well
with surviving on it after a crash landing, but the Gods took mercy and
intervened, helping them figure it out. The Goddess of Love left behind her
magical Labyrinth, where once a year, those who participate get to meet the
ones they’re fated to be with. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) the ratio of men
to women is skewed, so it’s not uncommon with a woman to find more than one
mate. As everyone knows, the Goddess makes no mistakes.
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Auria enters the magical
Labyrinth on New Year’s Eve, and its halls guide her to the two men she is
fated to be with. Brener has loved her from afar since they were children, and
Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, commanding in personality and intimidating in
physical presence. They share a life-changing, passionate night together, but
come morning, they must decide if their one-night menage can be the beginning
of something new. When trouble threatens to tear Auria away from her life and
the two men she is starting to develop feelings for, their connection just
might be her only hope for salvation.
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X-Rated Excerpt:
Brener’s
tongue flicked masterfully on my clit. He knew what he did to me. I held my
breath, feeling my insides begin to gather, ready for that final moment.
But
just before it came, Brener stopped and jerked back, leaving me alone. My pussy
protested, my clit throbbing almost painfully. My eyes flew to him in protest,
in supplication, but then my whole being froze.
Brener
was sitting back on his heels, his lips wet from his ministrations, his body
stiff with shock. The same shock I myself felt, as I stared up at the stranger
that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
He was gigantic, appearing
to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an athlete’s
body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider hips and
his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white, was
pulled back in a long ponytail—I could see its bottom reached to his lower
back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold, pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard
me with some
measure
of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being almost pretty, as did
the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the green wall of the
Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at complete odds with the
tension that gripped me.
I
gasped and used my hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover
my splayed pussy.
Seeing
this, he chuckled and shook his head. “No need to cover all the loveliness,” he
said, and his words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection
conveying he was not from our village. It sounded like a northern dialect.
“Who
are you?” I could think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped
to action, pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.
“Jhennen,”
he replied, as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an
afterthought, he added, “Jhennen Vayment.”
“What
are you doing here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling.
With them standing, it was clear Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the
more sweet that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by
this man, who looked battle-trained and used to combat.
“I
suppose the same thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His
stance was nonthreatening, but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The
Goddess brought me here, same as you. So stand down, and either watch or
participate, your choice.”
Outraged,
I sputtered, and would have flown at him to slap that presumptuous smile off
his face, but remembering my complete nakedness, I stayed put. “What do you
mean, participate?”
“Is
it the word or the concept you’re not clear on?” He turned to me now, his tone
light.
“You’re
not participating in anything here, or with anyone here. Feel free to turn
about and go back the way you came,” I shot back, angry now.
“I
think not. The Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and to be honest, I hoped we’d
cross paths here.”
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About Ela:
Thank you for having me!
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