Deep Sleep by Eva Lefoy, Featured in The #SexytoGo Box Set, #Spanking #Edition #Scifi #BDSM #Erotic #MF #Romance

Spanking Scifi Style....

Yeah, I’ve just gotta be different. That pretty much sums me up most of the time. So when we did a spanking boxed set it goes to figure I don’t put in actual spanking, BDSM style like everybody else. Nope. Instead, I do it sci-fi.

Okay, here’s the thing. I’ve got a secret love for blue guys and I’m also a sci-fi addict, and IMO the genre just provides so many opportunities for wild things to happen. Like tentacly things, and maybe even fish spanking. Say what, you ask? Yeah, I know. As a writer, you’ve got to go with the flow. That’s my excuse anyway!

I nearly did add the fish spanking, but instead, I went with a good old water spank. You’ll have to read the story to see how that happened. Let’s just say water is a lot like sand – in small droplets it can get everywhere!

Below is an excerpt from my story in the Sexy to Go Spanks boxed set. The heroine is on a long interstellar flight toward her next sexy destination but before she goes into deep sleep, she spies something worth staying awake for.

Excerpt: Deep Sleep by Eva Lefoy

While shuffling toward the front of the cabin, stuck in the middle of an endless line of prattling species clogging the aisle, my gaze snagged on a wholly unexpected and rather sexy prize. A Zantarian.

The breath whooshed out of my lungs at his brilliant blue skin wrapped around a frame that could only be called delectable. A fully sculpted chest rested between two chunky shoulders leading to arms that could hold a woman all night without getting tired. Intrigued and definitely interested, not even the cataclysmic sight of Saturn’s rings colliding could have prevented my gaze sweeping lower. Over the first set of yummy abdominal muscles – that met in the middle at a curved ridge – then over the second set, then the third. The Zantarian had no belly button to separate his upper and lower abs but it hardly seemed important. My hands were sweaty and my heart beat thumped in my throat. A missing former umbilical connection wasn’t a big deal. I could just look lower….

Below the third set of abs lay a hard lean wall of muscle continuing down to the waistband of his incredibly soft looking lounge pants. Swallowing, I reminded myself not to drool. The pants were the only adornment the Zantarian was wearing except for the loose tendrils of frost white hair providing a stark contrast to his electric blue skin. His platinum locks swept back from his pronounced forehead before cascading in a riot of waves that would have made a Greek god jealous and the shampoo companies plenty of iridium-plated bars. My fingers stretched toward him, eager to touch, but he moved farther out of my reach as the hallway doors opened and he exited the main cabin.

Lust and shock kept me unable to move for a few seconds until a rather rude Fragarian gave me a hard poke in the back, bringing me back to the present. Shaking my head to clear it, I muttered a curse. “All right, hold your atoms together.”

He spewed some nonsense at me but by the time the translator caught up the line was moving again, taking me closer to the man of my dreams.

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Find out what happens to Prishka in Deep Sleep. Oh, did I mention it’s telepathic sex between these two? LOTS of stuff happens in our imagination. Most of the time the spanking fish don’t leave any marks!

Thanks for reading,

Eva

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Who doesn’t like a little ménage with their romance? Double The Fantasy by Eva LeFoy

Having two girls at once is every man’s fantasy, right? So why not four girls? Yep. Well, not in literal terms – the tangle of legs and arms and quivering limbs would be hard to keep track of! Knowing who’s breast is whose is important, after all. But we can do one guy and four ladies another way. Have two of them on screen.

Yes, a movie screen.

Ted goes to the theater alone to watch some outer-space flick. He just gets settled in with his popcorn when the movie changes – dramatically! – to a girl-on-girl porno. Now, this isn’t a professional job, it’s an amateur flick, with real life people. Normal looking girls getting hot and bothered all over each other. For Ted, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Until the woman sitting in front of him moans.


Blurb

Ted’s quiet Monday night at the movies turns erotic when he’s seduced by a lesbian couple who make his ultimate fantasy of having two women at once come true. When they call him a few weeks later, he’s stunned to find out the duo staged the entire event and one of them is pregnant. But that’s not all. Their gorgeous female friend is offering him special compensation for his services, if he’s willing to pay her price. 

Only when he discovers Charleen harbors a secret fantasy even hotter than two women together is he ready to drop his guard and provide for her every kinky need even if it will cost him his heart. Then at his wedding reception, the women drop another bombshell, and give Ted one more night of double fantasy he’ll never forget.

Excerpt

Holy fuck. In the dim light, I see the straps of her dress slip off her shoulders and since it’s a low V-neck number and I see no bra straps, I suspect her breasts are now exposed. She might be touching them, fondling them as she watches the movie. She might even have one hand lower, stroking her clit. So turned on by the idea and, made brazen by the dim lighting, I slowly and quietly unzip my pants. 

Within seconds, my cock slips out of confinement. There’s plenty of moisture seeping from the tip to ease my stroking, so I lean back in the seat to take my time. I don’t dare look behind me to see if the woman up there can view my indiscretions. I’d rather not be doing this in public, but I’m driven by primal need. About the time I settle into the lesbian flic and find a nice slow rhythm, the woman in front of me stands and turns around.

She’s totally naked, not even wearing underwear. Definitely no bra.

Holy fucking hotness. 

My breath stutters as she sashays up the aisle to stand by my chair, looking down at my crotch where my hand is covering my crank. She licks her lips and flashes a wide smile that makes my insides flutter. “May I have a taste?”

Stunned, I look up at her, my mouth open but no words coming out. 

She takes the initiative and kneels before me, her slim form nestling between my thighs. With her delicate hand she brushes mine aside. Her light head moves down until her mouth touches my cock, then she licks my weeping slit. “Mmm.”

I’m so ready to have this and yet so reeling from shock I can’t even form a coherent thought. Amazed, I watch her fingers stroke my length and her lips form a teasingly hot O. Then she warps them around the swollen bulb, and lavishes it with attention using her tongue. The moist, soft heat of her mouth hits me at the same time the movie moans get louder. I glance up to see the blonde finger-fucking the Asian woman’s wet pussy. My balls cinch tight. It won’t take much more of a scene like that to make them blow. 

Mystery woman sucks hard on my cockhead, glancing at me from under her lashes to gauge my reaction. Her eyes are full of mischief and desire. A heady combination for any man, more so for me. When was the last time I even had a blow job? Hell, I’d pretty much existed in a state of desperation for the last several years. The blonde swallows, sucking me toward the back of her throat, and moans.

I grip the chair arms, my hips surging up into her sensuous mouth on automatic pilot. It feels so good the base of my cock is tingling and my balls are tight as stone. My attention wavers between the sounds coming from the movie screen and the blonde’s hollowed cheeks as she slides up and down my shaft. I’m seconds from shooting when she stops and I let out a long distressed groan. Was this all some kind of elaborate tease? I knew it was too good to be true.

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Ha! Poor Ted. Find out what happens next in Double the Fantasy, out now from Smashwords, Amazon and All Romance EBooks. I guarantee you it won’t be the end of the show!

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Sci Spanks! An Anthology Featuring Sexy Futuristic Spanking Erotica That's Out of This World.

If you happen to like aliens and you just might find spanking a bit of a turn on, check out Sci Spanks. An anthology with 15 stories by 15 different authors, you can’t go wrong with this one for .99 cents. 

My story is about a woman who conducts planetary research into sexual kink across the galaxy. I could easily see this becoming a series… 

Here’s a snippet from the story, Research Purposes Only:

“Yes,” I breathed. “Punish me, Oo’ir. I’ve been a very bad girl.”

His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his chest. The pads of his fingers were rough, like sandpaper. The feel of his chest like warm steel. I bit my lip as my pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Bad,” he repeated.

“Yes. Very bad girl.” Oh, how bad I’d truly been. Oo’ir had no idea. 

He picked me up as though I weighed nothing, and strode toward the throne. When he reached it, he set me down on my feet and gave me an appraising look. He fingered the placket of my coat, his gaze on my breasts. “You are fragile. Weak. You will not take much punishment.”

I shook my head in disagreement. The gesture meant the same thing in our languages. “I can take it. Really. Give me what I deserve, Oo’ir.” 

He snorted a hot breath out his nose before pulling my coat down and ripping open my blouse. Since I’d worn no bra – who needs one in space with light gravity anyway? – my breasts were fully exposed. He sucked in a breath and grasped both nipples, pinching them hard. 

The pain-pleasure circuit in my brain kicked in. I lived for this. To experience exactly this. In every way and with every race I possibly could before I died. I’d made it my life’s study. Showing Oo’ir my submission without betraying my greediness for more would be my difficulty. Wanting to encourage him, I laid my head back and gave the lightest of moans.

“Sturdy enough,” Oo’ir said approvingly. “We will proceed.”

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Here’s a bit about each story to whet your appetite for more:


Skin by Leigh Ellwood

Different planets abide by different rules, and when Andromeda breaks one she must accept the punishment. When her ship’s captain elects to administer the penalty, she finds being the bad girl feels quite good.


Bred for Love: Tika is Chosen by Eve Langlais

Abducted and raised in a commune on a planet with two indigo suns, Tika has no idea she’s part of a specialized breeding program created to provide healthy human females to men of power in need of a perfect mate.
But Tika has no intention of behaving. What she doesn’t count on is her new owner enjoying the challenge.


Taliasman by Anastasia Vitsky

“If I had been born a boy, I would have followed in my father’s footsteps to become a tradesman. Because I was a girl, he sold me instead.” So begins the tale of Talia, a woodworker’s daughter who is sold for a sackful of gold. Queen Vina appears at the cottage of Talia, a nineteen year old whose family is too poor for her to marry. Vina takes Talia to her palace, and the girl discovers unexpected love.



Oh, What the Hell by Maren Smith

May has for a long time now suffered in her attraction to shipmate, Vek. That Vek is a praying mantis-like Klik’vok is entirely beside the point. Her fickle woman’s heart has spoken and tonight is the night she’s going to do something about it. Because surely, once a woman gets past the whole “bug exterior” thing, then any other obstacles must be easy, right?


Replicated Consequences by Jessica E. Subject

After Darryl Malloy’s wife is killed in combat, he doesn’t expect to find her standing on his door step. Only she is not his wife, but a clone, armed with a paddle.
What’s a Moon Colony without a Spanking Franchise? by Kate Richards
But Harlan, a simple college professor and trainee of The Trainer isn’t sure how well his tools will work in the lower gravity chosen by the denizens of this strange place. What he needs is someone to try them out on. But the client who presents herself is not exactly the girl next door…


No More Lizards by Sue Lyndon

Anya is determined to help her stern alien husband, Roc, find his sense of humor. Putting a native lizard-like creature known as an ebbra under their bedcovers seems like a good idea. It’s funny. At least Anya thinks so…until her husband decides a certain naughty little prankster needs to go over his knee. Will Anya ever succeed in coaxing a smile out of Roc, or is the cultural divide between them too great to find some common ground?


Red Moon Rising by Erzabet Bishop

When you can’t be who you are where do you turn? When you thought the love of your life was lost only to find her again how do you choose between yesterday and tomorrow.
A hereditary witch, Detective Devi Watson fought long and hard to become a cop in a witch hating world. Forced to turn her back on her coven and her family she lost everything that mattered most.

Her girl Astrid included. Some choices a woman should never have to make. When witches begin to die and Astrid is threatened, the carefully constructed wall around Devi’s past begins to crumble.

Who is she? Hereditary witch or a student of law and logic? Can Devi reconcile the demons that haunt her and face the red moon rising…


Taming the Wolf by Anne Odom

The time machine is broken, and there’s a wolf in the control room. What’s an inventor to do when his project is failing, his lover is wicked, and his patience is stretched?


Research Purposes Only by Eva Lefoy

From my research, species across the galaxy have one thing in common: they all have some hidden kink. Whether its tentacle restraints, breath play or even the more uncommon fire play, they all have tricks up their sleeve. Join me as I visit the Utai and get a first-hand taste of how sweet their punishment for a simple crime can be.



Jen & Maddy by Cathy Pegau

When Maddy stops by her girlfriend’s lab, she helps by testing the mind-reading equipment. To her shock, all of her deepest longings are laid bare. Will she scare Jen away, or will they take their relationship to the next level?



Flame on a Fire by Carole Cummings

Exposition and development masquerading as a PWP. Or vice versa. Depending on your perspective. But hey, either way—bondage!



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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Some Men Prefer Pain! Seducing Kayn By Eva Lefoy. An Erotic Futuristic M/M BDSM Romance.

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'Some boys prefer pain'

A little bit of physical pain can be pleasurable for some. It can help them focus, take their mind off of emotional or mental anguish and can enhance sexual pleasure. Those that practice a bondage/discipline lifestyle already know this. It’s nothing new. Pain can also be a test of one’s limits, and, used for too long, can also become a crutch.

Becoming Bound To The Pain

In Seducing Kayn, Commander Tyre begins to use controllable doses of physical pain to manage his sadness and depression over his lover’s death. When we meet him in the story years later, he’s used it successfully for many years without a hitch. Then, something changes. That change is First Office Kayn.

When Kayn’s long-time lover abandons him, Tyre sees his chance to snag the man he’s always wanted but first he must seduce and win him. For that, he gets a little help from a love drug and they’re off and running. Or are they?

Turns out Tyre hates Kayn’s ex-lover Rhace so much he wouldn’t mind killing him and finally has the chance to mete out justice when Rhace is accused of traitorous acts. But since Kayn begged to save Rhace’s life, Tyre can’t kill him without driving a wedge between himself and the man he wants. He’s caught in a bind. Then the fears settle in. Will Kayn always want Rhace? Will Tyre ever fully own his heart? With turmoil comes emotional pain. Old hurts resurface. Tyre’s reliance on self-torture gets upped a notch. But this time, the physical pain may be too much for him to handle….

Which proves a crutch only lasts so long, even in space.

Seducing Kayn will be out soon. My formatter is currently on deadline for a fairy tale story and I don’t want to disturb her writing mojo. But I can share with you the gorgeous cover.

Isn’t it pretty? *pets*

Here’s more info on the story SEDUCING KAYN:

A tale of lust and betrayal told from three men’s perspectives….

With his lover sentenced to die, Kayn has no choice but to go to his commanding officer and beg for a pardon. But when he arrives, he’s drugged and seduced into Tyre’s bed instead. Once the dust hits his system and Kayn discovers Tyre’s hidden secret, he’s overcome with desire and their lovemaking breaks ship protocols. Knowing Tyre is who he really wants, Kayn agrees to move in if Tyre will let Rhace live. Tyre agrees, but their plans are thwarted by an unexpected enemy arrival.

Privileged Rhace detests everything about shipboard life. He barely tolerates his lower-status lover, Kayn, and worries Tyre is out to get him. But when Tyre hands him a dream job – spying on their enemy at the pleasure planet New Dheni – he accepts with glee, planning to abandon his post for good.  When he meets the A’Chati prince, he falls head over heels for a man his equal, only to find he’s been set up. Arrested as a traitor, he’s headed to the gallows until his sexually acrobatic A’Chati lover shows up to rescue him. But for Rhace, the last minute reprieve will cost him more than he suspects.

Tyre has tried for years to come to terms with his longing for Kayn but failed miserably. When he finds Rhace’s good-bye note, he seizes his chance to act. Tyre will do anything to get Kayn in his arms, even drug them both into a lustful stupor, but afterwards, can he convince Kayn to stay or does his heart truly belong to the aristocratic Rhace? Tortured by his own need, Tyre turns to his crutch of self-inflicted pain to ease his anguish only to find that this time, he’s gone too far and only Kayn can save him. 

Warning: contains overactive waste disposal units, unusual alien sexual abilities, self-torture of male sensitive parts, and high-energy virtual reality space lovin’

Excerpt: Tyre, the pain junkie

Then the fear had settled deep in my guts. What if Kayn doesn’t want me? What if I’m not enough for him?

Though we’d fucked, though Kayn had promised to share my bed, those same fears pounded through me as I waited. I resisted the urge to call the bridge and order him to my quarters. He’d obey out of duty, even if his heart had turned black toward me. No, I couldn’t do it that way. I needed to know Kayn came of his own volition. As a man. As a lover. If Kayn refused… if he’d secretly hated me and his heart only belonged to Rhace… I closed my eyes and whimpered, my chest tight with desperation and fear. I couldn’t stand one more minute of this torture. There was only one thing I could do to end this suffering. I put his thumb on the level depressor button and sucked in a breath, preparing.

The unit came with four different levels. Each time I pressed the button, the little metal posts on the ring magically elongated, burrowing deeper into my flesh. I’d been warned when I bought it never to use level four. Given the size of my sac, and the heaviness of my balls, it would likely do me permanent harm. But I had no other way to staunch the hot ache threatening to overpower me. So I did what I could. I held my breath, manned up, and pressed the button.


For an excerpt, see my blog- 

http://writery.wordpress.com/2014/07/19/mysexysaturday-another-sexy-excerpt-from-seducing-kayn-glbt-scifi-cover-by-melodygraphics/

And if you like M/M erotica, try Breaching the Lieutenant, $1.99 at all outlets including:

Amazon-   http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00J8464F4

Thanks for hosting me today!

Eva




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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.


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Can’t take the Trekkie outta the girl!

Okay, this is dating myself here, but I was actually alive during Star Trek’s initial run. Yep, probably not old enough to know what I was watching, but it must have burned a path through my retinas to my brain. My mom even met Leonard Nimoy at the small local airport when I was a little kid. He signed her grocery list! But the clincher that sealed my fate as a sci-fi girl was the fact mom sat me down on a chair and made me watch the moon landing on TV on July 20, 1969. Yep, I remember it well. That and Watergate – which was horribly, horribly boring to my youthful mind. But back to scifi.

As I got a little older, Star Blazers came on the TV before school. I loved it! I totally dug that show. I still do, as a matter of fact. Remember Derek Wildstar and Nova?  Now that was an early SciFi Romance I got into.  It started showing in 1979 and ran until 1984.

Then came Battlestar Gallactica. What can I say? Yum! Sexy men. The galaxy a hot mess. What’s there for a girl not to love? I think I even had a Dirk Benedict poster! Was there romance on that show? Probably a little. But there certainly was on Star Trek The Next Generation. TNG pretty much kept me in SFR for a long time to come. True, it didn’t always end well for the lovers … but it was TV, not a book.

Later on, I think the SciFi got harder and the romance a little riskier. A little more UF in feel perhaps. Aliens paired with other species. More violence on the shows (such as Andromeda). Or so it seemed to me. And sometimes the lovers were never truly united – like Mal and Inara on Firefly.

Star Trek Voyager, Deep Space Nine and Enterprise had some good love stories too. Which brings us pretty much to present day. (Let’s just skip over Farscape, shall we?) I think the last SciFi show I watched on TV was cancelled after five eppies or so. Does anybody else miss Defying Gravity? I was totally hooked!

Thankfully we have a slew of SFR romance authors to keep us reading these days and give us our HEA’s or HFN’s. And to inspire us would-be writers of SFR. I have serial story in the works – I actually have the cover done already! – that will be coming out soon. In the meantime, I have straight SF (okay, yeah, there’s penetration – twice! *cheeky grin*) book out with two other authors called “Tentacles.” If you have time to check out it out, do. The book is now FREE on Smashwords http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/261379 to coincide with the May 16th release of the new Star Trek movie, “Into Darkness.” Coupon code is: SU36K.

I hope to come back and visit Clare soon when the first installment of my SFR is out. In the meantime, here’s a snippet for y’all and I’m sure you can spot the areas where Star Trek was a huge influence! (Oddly, so was ZOE IDOLO).

Happy reading!


Eva Lefoy

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The Trouble with Memories

Aviation Base Vault 9, Huldra Cliffs, Thalius Prime
February 14, 2353
0800 Standard Time

Lucy stood outside the door to the viewport room, her body braced and stiff, as though her life might end as soon as the door opened. In a way, it would. In just a few hours, everything she’d dreamed of, worked for, and the life she’d planned for, she’d throw away forever. The person to blame for that was Cal Sykes and in under thirty seconds, she’d set eyes on him for the very last time.

Her schedule pad beeped, and she made the mistake of glancing down at and seeing today’s date: February 14th.  Fragg almighty, how had she done this to herself? In all the weeks of careful planning she hadn’t noticed her off-date was freakin’ Valentine’s Day?  “How ironic,” she muttered.

She shook her already aching head and curled her fingers around the tray so hard her fingers went numb. Let’s get this over with. There’s no point in hoping for a change in him anyway. It’s been too long.

Drawing in a deep breath, she lifted her chin and angled her access badge towards the door’s scanner. The doors whished open without hesitation, giving her a good view of his backside. The only side she’d seen in the last eighteen months. She clenched her teeth and stepped inside.

Captain Sykes stood in the same position she found him every morning when she delivered the day’s orders: next to the high windowed wall watching the sleek faster-than-light fighters he’d once flown roar past on their training runs, engines glowing in the early twin-sun dawn.

As usual, he did not acknowledge her arrival. Didn’t twitch a muscle anywhere on his rigid frame. However, his eagle-like eyes followed every dip and swoop the fighters made as though he could force his consciousness into one of their cockpits by sheer force of will and fly it, if only he concentrated hard enough.

He’d looked at her with that intensity once, too. But in the eighteen months since he’d been back from the Mars mission he’d never even glanced at her – no matter how she’d tried to entice him. Long-standing frustration created a knot in her stomach that traveled upwards, picking up anger before settling over her shoulders like a mantle, causing them to tense. This is it. He’s obviously made his choice. Now I’m making mine.

She glared at his reconstituted mashed potato, sauerkraut and bratwurst breakfast, then at him. How in the hell could he live on that diet and expect to see the ass end of 60 anyway? Not that it should matter to her anyway. He’d made it quite clear he didn’t want any further involvement.

“Your breakfast.” More quietly she hissed, “Sir.”

When he didn’t respond – not even his usual grunt – she stepped closer. “I said, your breakfast, sir. Where would you like me to put it?” Her teeth ground together as her mind instantly supplied a few suggestions.

The fighters made another pass and he seemed to sway in their wake. In fact, he closed his eyes as if savoring the moment. As if lost in some invisible lover’s embrace. Not hers.

Damn but that hurt.

“How about here?” She didn’t merely drop the platter, she slammed it downward, adding an extra helping of gravity to the potatoes, mustard, and ketchup, so that the tray crashed onto the floor and sent ceramic shards scattering. The tray’s destruction echoed off the windows, crooning sweet vengeance to her ears.

He at last turned his head, one eyebrow raised, cold eyes assessing.

“Breakfast is served, sir,” she snarled, hands fisted at her sides. “Enjoy. Your. Meal.” Quick, purposeful strides carried her to the door. Her bags lay packed on her bed and ready, her resignation already drafted and in her outbox.

“One moment, Lieutenant.”

Oh hell.


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