Growing up in the country, one of the naughty things my girl friends and I would do is hike up to a small lake (a lake the boaters couldn’t get to by road), find a sheltered bay, and skinny dip.
We’d whisper and giggle. What if someone saw us? What if an airplane flew directly overhead, the pilot looked out of the cockpit, and he SAW? What if aliens with HUGE telescopes were spying on us from their distant planets? What if?
The risk of being caught, being seen, was part of the excitement. It added a twist of naughtiness to a summertime swim.
We were never caught. At least, I don’t think we were. My mom (who knows and sees everything) never grounded me for a zillion years so I assume no one told her about my skinny dipping.
In Lust by Moonbeam, there’s no maybe about being seen. Cathy and Rellec KNOW Rellec’s alien buddies are watching them. ALL of the aspects of their relationship are being monitored to help more aliens find their human mates.
Rellec accepts the voyeurs as this is the price he has to pay to earn a mate. Cathy finds her audience much more arousing.
Have you ever engaged in an act of exhibitionism? Come on, I can’t be the only one who has gone skinny dipping (and streaking but that’s a story for another day – grinning)!!
Lust by Moonbeam is now available from Ellora’s Cave.
Erotic Romance With A Hint Of Humor
Cathy arrives at Moonbeam, the Roswell of the North, with one goal—to prove the mysterious dead tree circles are not caused by UFOs. Meeting a devastatingly handsome lumberjack with unusual blue and green eyes is a bonus. He thinks he’s an alien, but that doesn’t bother Cathy. She can tolerate a little crazy in a one-night stand, especially since Rellec claims her body as no sane man ever has—with the hungry touch of forever.
Rellec arrives at Moonbeam with one goal—to retrieve his assigned mate, ensuring the continuation of his species. Having trained long and hard for his erotic mission, he is determined to satisfy his tiny human female and overcome her objections with out-of-this-world passion.
Failure is not an option.
“Shit!” Cathy lunged, reaching out to catch her flying phone. It bounced off her fingertips, connected with the toe of her work boot and shattered against the only freakin’ rock on an otherwise grass-covered path.
“Great, just great.” She set her toolkit down, bent over and picked up the pieces. “Another phone bites the dust.” Cathy stuffed the parts into her pants pocket.
“Don’t say anything.” She craned her neck to glare up at the shiny, silver, nine-foot-tall model of a UFO. “As you’re certainly not one to judge, ruining any chances I ever had of making Moonbeam my hometown.”
“Why?” she continued her one-sided conversation. “Because you’re clearly as non-operational as my phone now is, that’s why. I also doubt the dead tree rings are a result of alien landings, so once I prove the o-rings are either naturally occurring or a hoax and I file my sure-to-be-newsworthy report with the Ministry of Natural Resources, your friendly Moonbeamers won’t be so friendly toward me.” She sighed.
“And I’ll be run out of yet another small town.” Her shoulders slumped. “Sometimes I feel like I’m the alien.”
An uncomfortable silence stretched. She was alone. Officer Danielle, her contact, hadn’t yet arrived and it was too early in the day for tourists. It was only her and Moonbeam’s most famous landmark.
“I meant no offense with the fake comment.” Cathy patted the side of the flying saucer. A high-pitched ringing sound reverberated inside the fiberglass shell and a screw dropped from the panel.
“And I didn’t do that.” Half expecting the whole alien craft to come tumbling down around her, she stepped away from the spacecraft and glanced furtively to her left and to her right. No humans or aliens were nearby. She expelled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, looked around her once more and bent to pick the screw up.
It had rolled next to a cheerful yellow dandelion poking defiantly through the cracked concrete base. “I also didn’t break the base. It was here when I arrived. When people accuse me, and for some reason they always do, I expect you to vouch for me.” She shook a finger in mock warning at the weed.
“The herbaceous plant has not yet mastered human speech,” a deep voice observed.
“Eh?” Cathy straightened quickly, cracking her head on the underbelly of the spaceship. Instead of stars, like normal people would see after a concussive smack, Cathy conjured up a hot man with eyes that could rival the Northern Lights for their brilliance. The iridescent blues and greens pulled her in, making her step toward the stranger for a better look.
Unable to focus on anything but him, she tripped over the cracked concrete and fell, tumbling headfirst into his arms, her momentum propelling him backward. They landed with a thump on the ground, his big body cushioning her fall.
The stranger gulped a big mouthful of the crisp, northern air, his flannel-covered chest heaving against her cheek, and he matter-of-factly flipped her over in his lap. Cathy raised her chin. Their gazes met and held.
“Whoa,” she whispered, wincing at the pain ricocheting inside her skull.
Thanks Cynthia for visiting today. What did you all think? Let me know. I'd love to hear your opinions.