"We'll thunder off to Io,Out in the Jovian Moons.We'll feast our eyes
and seek the skiesAnd plunder Martian ruins!"The "Spaceman's Chant"
turned from a spirited to a heartbreaking refrain when Cadet Peter Hodges
learned that he would never be allowed to "thunder off to Io."Bitter
disappointment, to a youth whose father had been one of the first space
captains, motivates this gripping tale of the future. Studded with detail of the
spaceports, ships and men that handle interplanetary flight, Earthbound is the
very human drama of a disillusioned cadet forced by circumstances to help
plunder the very space liners he was trained to protect.How Pete Hodges
became involved with interplanetary racketeers, his dramatic escape, his flight
to the asteroids on a mission the authorities knew could not succed, is a finely
wrought drama that only an author of Milton Lesser's stature could write. Fired
with suspense and action, this story of one young man's determination to face
the speckled blackness of outer space is science fiction at its best! Milton Lesser was raised in Brooklyn and attended the College of William and Mary. After several years writing science fiction under his given name, including four books for the Winston Science Fiction series, he legally adopted the pen name Stephen Marlowe. He authored more than fifty novels, including nearly two dozen featuring globe-trotting private eye Chester Drum. Views: 5
Lucky Morgan has had her share of heartbreak. She is devastated when her boyfriend dumps her after sleeping with him and she vows to herself that she won't be used again. She decides that the next guy she dates and sleeps with, will be her one true love. Views: 5
Book 2 (of 3) in the Smoke & Curves series Working for Collin Stark, ex-Army interrogator and Chief Executive Bad Ass of a private military company, plus-size beauty Mia James has placed her body on the line to prove she isn't a corporate spy. But when her past resurfaces at a global security conference, the events that transpire may be more than her heart or Collin's trust can survive.This 15,500+ word short is the first installment (of three) in the Smoke & Curves series."Remove your panties."My breathing stopped, the blood thickening inside my veins. I looked at the door the steward had just left through. "The crew follows a strict protocol, Mia. As do you."I rolled my lips, trying to work up the will to protest. I wasn't ready to outmaneuver him. Granted, I might never be ready to accomplish such a task, but a few extra minutes or hours of stalling would be a cooling balm to my fractured will."I only give orders I have fully thought out." Collin dropped the papers onto the cushion next to him. "Disobedience is the only luxury I won't give you. Remove the panties, now."Lungs restarted, my chest began to quickly lift and fall as fresh panic pumped inside me. His hand moved toward my knee and I hurried to obey. I did not want him tearing the panties from me as he had that first time in his office. I might not get a fresh pair before we had to clear customs.Gripping the sides, I started to push the panties down my hips. Feeling the bottom panel of material stick to my wet flesh, I blushed. Even his brusque indifference wasn't enough to temper my arousal. Closing my eyes, I pushed the fabric over my knees and down my calves, blindly lifting my legs.I wondered what to do with them. I couldn't leave them out on display and my bags had been removed from the cabin."Hand them to me."Without opening my eyes, I held the cloth in his direction. "Observe." He took the underwear from me, his one-word command requiring that I watch. I looked at him unfold the fabric and brush a thumb across the sodden patch, the liquid thin and transparent. Refolding the material, he put the panties in the interior pocket of his business jacket."Lift your skirt."I did."Higher. You know what I want to see."Shutting my eyes again, I raised the skirt all the way up, the fabric bunched against the bottom swell of my rounded stomach."Spread your legs."I parted my thighs, my perineum drawing tight in an attempt to shelter my exposed pussy."Since you insist on hiding, you will describe what you see."That was asking too much -- the command was humiliating."Collin...""Are my fingers in you?" The cold steel of his voice sank like hooks in my chest. My breathing hitched and I answered. "No, Mister Stark, they are not."Opening my eyes, I looked between my spread thighs and began. "White...flesh, black fabric."Collin growled lightly, warning me against additional stalling. I slowly licked my lips, forgetting his earlier threat. "Dark hair, slick and beading."His concentration on my lower body and his wrist against my thigh, Collin pinched an outer labia between thumb and index finger and pulled it to the side. "Red," I continued, gasping at the word and his touch. "Swollen...wet..."A tear ran down my cheek. "Jumping--""Yes, it is." He stroked the line of my dancing clit. "What does this drenched, throbbing pussy mean, Mia?"He wanted me to admit I was aroused. I wouldn't. I lowered my gaze and firmed my jaw, my lips pressing together and pushing slightly forward as the rest of my body tensed. His fingers slid down my sex, two of them entering and curling inside me."Say it," he ordered. Views: 5
Emma Harris is learning that life is just a series of lessons. Lesson #1: Nothing goes the way you plan. Lesson #2: You can’t trust men. Especially not the pretty ones. Lesson #3: Turns out, appearances are almost always deceiving. But, life has a way of sneaking in the most important lessons when you aren't looking. And once the heart gets involved, that's when the real learning begins. Views: 5
