INTERSTELLAR SPARKS An erotic futuristic Quickie Available now from Ellora’s Cave Available now in print After watching a late night porn flick, Acelan Ambassador Ilyna is convinced a smoking hot electrician will fulfill her in ways a virtual reality partner cannot. Though sex with humans is prohibited, Ilyna thinks she can get away with it just this once. Sparks fly when Ilyna pays human electrician Bryan Cameron a visit, and it’s a house call he’ll never forget. When he realizes the woman who short-circuited his brain and kept him up all night long is the missing Acelan ambassador, he has to do something to keep her from paying a horrible price for their passion. But maybe hiding out in a sex club with a wildly libidinous alien wasn’t one of his better ideas… Read the reviews

Interstellar Sparks

Copyright © 2006 Shannon Stacey

Bryan opened the door to find a tall, blonde, almost unrealistically gorgeous woman standing there staring at him. Her pale skin was accented by full, rosy lips and brilliant green eyes ringed by smoky, thick eyelashes. And her body…he just tried not to stare.

“Are you Bryan Cameron? The electrician?”

Her voice was as sexy as her body and his dick twitched as if her words had reached down and stroked him. “Yeah. What can I do for you?”

“I’m Ilyna…from the Windsor.”

She stopped talking, and Bryan got the impression she had no idea what to say next. “Why, exactly, did you even call me earlier? Better yet, why did you come to my house?”

She blinked, and then gave him a shy smile. “Because electricians do it faster.”

Whoa. Faster? “Is that…a good thing or a bad thing?”

“It’s a good thing. If I say faster, you will increase your rate of penetration.”

“Geez, lady, you sound like Mrs. Farroway.”

“Did Mrs. Farroway like fast penetration as well?”

His balls tried to climb up to safety at the thought. “No, she was my tenth-grade Language Sciences teacher. And the most unattractive woman on the planet.”

The woman took a deep breath. “I want to have sex with you.”

That was certainly blunt enough. He tried to come up with an intelligent response to what seemed like the best luck he’d ever been struck by, but all he could say was, “Why?”

The woman stepped closer. “Does it matter? I know I’m beautiful, and you told me you live alone. Don’t men like…what are they? One-night stands?”

This was some kind of practical joke. It had to be. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Ilyna.”

Ilyna. The name seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t place it. Meanwhile he could well imagine the bad angel jumping from one shoulder to the other to beat the crap out of his good angel.

“Did Dane send you?”

“No,” she said quickly, and then she made a face and a hand gesture that reminded him of a person recognizing an opportunity had just slipped by.

She walked slowly forward, until she was well within arm’s reach. “I just want to have sex with you. After that I want nothing else from you, and you’ll never see me again.”