by Jessica E. Subject
This month, I’m celebrating three book birthdays, the third being this coming Sunday for Crash Landing, a sci-fi ménage erotica story that is part of Decadent’s The Edge line.
Now, some stories take me some time to come up with. I see a scene or hear a conversation in my head, and over time, I develop a story from there. With some lines, I’m given an idea, and I have to develop a story from there. Sometimes these can be very difficult for me. I usually end up getting stuck in a plot hole. But, Crash Landing started much the same way as my first published erotica story, The Power of Three, through an email conversation. I was finishing up edits on Satin Sheets in Space, and my editor for that story, Kate Richards, and I were joking around about the blue aliens in many of my stories.
The conversation started like this:
Kate: ...I was giggling thinking about your blue heroes. You can make even blue dudes sexy. :)
Me: What do you mean? Blue dudes ARE sexy. LOL
Kate: You know I hear indigo is an especially hot color for outer space guys...not turquoise, NOOOO
Me: …yes, indigo is for space aliens. Turquoise is for underwater hunks. Oohh, new story idea. LOL
Kate (after a bunch of other emails that day): Can you submit the ms by dinnertime? Oops, it is dinnertime, ok you can write the next one by the morning
Me: What ms??
Kate: The indigo space guy,,,or the turquoise underwater guy!
Me: Oh, that ms. Well, it's going to have to go onto my list.
Kate: OMG, can you see the indigo space guy and the turquoise water guy doing the deed? Are the plot bunnies hopping?
Me: Yep, yep, yep... LOL
And so Crash Landing was born.
What about you? Do you like blue dudes? What color would you prefer a sexy extraterrestrial being to be? Leave your answer in a comment below WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS for your chance to WIN an ebook of Crash Landing! Must be 18 or older to enter.
A story from The Edge
By Jessica E. Subject
Sci-Fi MMF Ménage Erotica
As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with him?
Cael gripped the cushioned arms of the captain’s chair as his ship tumbled bow over stern. The console flashed a blinding red in front of him. Piercing alarms drilled into his mind and he lost focus. The seconds raced by as he plummeted toward Earth. He’d fucked up this mission of peace. Contact with his home planet had ended months ago. No one from Narien could save him now. His death was imminent.
The water below wouldn’t soften his landing. At its current speed, his ship would disintegrate on splashdown. The planet’s gravity pulled him down faster.
He coughed; the acrid scent of fried electronics stung his nose and the back of his throat. Please let my death be quick.
A rattling to the left caught his attention above all other noise. The handle on the cabin door shook. Freedom. It wasn’t his time to die, if he could get out.
The altimeter on the dashboard read six thousand meters, high enough to jump and land safely with his chute. Only to land in frigid water and die of exhaustion or hypothermia from treading without any hope of a rescue.
“Shit.” But he’d die if he stayed. He had to take the chance. Yanking off his safety harness, he pulled himself to standing and strained to reach the recess where his pack hung. Stretching up, he fingered the cloth strap. Not close enough to grab hold of it.
The ship jolted and flung him to the stern. He weaved his arm through the straps of the pack on his way past, dislodging it from the hook. Yes.
His triumph was short-lived as he flew starboard, smashing his shoulder against the wall. He groaned when an electrifying spasm shot down his arm to the tips of his fingers. The ship lurched again, and he tumbled back toward the console. He grabbed the door, his feet dangling in mid air. If he didn’t get out now, he’d forfeit any chance to survive.
The ship righted again. He planted his feet against the bottom of the door and twisted the crank. The latch snapped open, filling him with a sense of hope. Careful to keep at least one hand on the handle at all times, he slung the pack over his shoulders.
All set. Time to jump. Pushing off the floor, he slammed his uninjured shoulder against the door. It blew open and tore away from its hinges, lost to the sky.
Cael teetered on the edge before plunging out of his failing ship. Wind whipped all around him as he twisted to catch his bearing during freefall.
Glancing down, he spied crystal blue lake, much closer than he’d expected. Too close.
He jerked the cord on his chute–several hundred feet lower than he should have. At least. His feet skimmed the cold waves just as his chute caught the current and heaved him back into the air.
The ship splashed into the water beside him, disintegrating into millions of pieces. He raised his hands in front of his face as shrapnel flew at him. Tiny shards sliced into his arms and legs, but the extreme heat from the cloud of steam billowing up at him stung the most.
From the moment his toes touched down in the once frigid water, his skin sizzled. He screamed in agony. His death would have been quicker and less agonizing if he’d remained in the ship.
A hard piece of his spacecraft smashed down on his head, and he welcomed the darkness.
Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.