Hey everyone! I’m taking over Julie’s blog today,
lol, to talk about my M/M sci-fi romance Nighttime Dreams.
Nighttime Dreams came about months ago when I wrote
a short story for an anthology having to do with tentacles. That’s right, lol,
tentacles. I wanted to do something different from what I’d read, and came up
with an alien that has tentacles on his head. They almost look like dreads, but
oh, they are so much more! These Ma’Rairan warriors have tentacles that are
part of the alien’s sexual reproduction system. Oh yes, things get very
interesting lol when those tentacles come into play.
Well, the short story quickly evolved into something
else. Before I knew it, this story had taken on a life of its own, and 20K
words wouldn’t be enough to do it justice. Thus, the series was born lol.
The first book is called Nighttime Wishes. https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimewishes-790160-143.html
The second book is Nighttime Dreams, and there is one more book in the series
coming soon: Nighttime Promises.
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Blurb:
Bryan, a simple country sheriff, is ready to shoot
someone and hide the body. One particular homophobic FBI agent is really
pressing his buttons. Along with that he finds himself in the middle of an FBI
investigation revolving around a recent UFO crash landing, is questioned about
a missing friend targeted by the FBI, and makes first contact with the very
alien the FBI is hunting.
Daroshi, a Ma’Rairan warrior, has fulfilled his
obligation to his species, and is ready to mate. As second in command he
monitored the rescue of his captain who crashed on Earth while collecting his
mate, and witnessed the confrontation between a country sheriff name Bryan and
his captain. Impressed by how courageously the brawny human male handled
meeting a fully armed alien warrior, Daroshi asks permission to take Bryan as a
mate.
Neither male is ready for the problems that come
with Daroshi’s decision, nor the passion that explodes between them.
Excerpt:
Ziang and Daroshi transported down into Bryan’s
backyard. The night was pitch black, the moon hid behind layers of fluffy
clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes. An abundance
of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was
set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much
like the owner.
“Interesting set-up he has.” Daroshi looked around.
“Bit cut off, though.”
“That’s good for us. The last thing we need is more
attention, and that FBI agent showing up,” Ziang said. “I want this to go clean
and fast.”
“True. Of course, if he did show up, we could give
him to Haya.”
“I don’t like the human, but I wouldn’t do that to
my worst enemy.” Ziang tapped the communications device on his wrist, loading
in their landing coordinates. “Since Bryan is a law enforcement officer, set
your weapon to low stun, just in case.”
“Ziang, I don’t want to stun him if it can be
avoided.”
“Neither do I, but Shawn’s words keep replaying in
my head. Most bullets won’t hurt us, but then, Bryan isn’t most humans. I’m
sure he has other weapons in his house that could be dangerous.”
“But their weapons are so primitive.”
“That may be, but primitive can wound just as easily
as advanced. Set your stunner to low, and use only if needed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll distract him, and you unarm him, if necessary.
I know you don’t want me touching him.”
“No more than you’d want my hands on Shawn.”
“Understood. And no, I wouldn’t.”
“Should we activate our invisibility?”
“No, it’s dark enough. If we just appear, we may
scare him even more.”
They crept around the house, moving carefully though
the darkness. Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended
with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows;
predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in
on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his
body heat. He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house.
They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open
window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and
a big red dildo.
His body came alive and his tentacles jerked against
his back. A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand
through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself; the very
image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for
the human spinning out of control. Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and
his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could
scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, sharp
and musky. From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He
wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took
to ease him into his new life.
In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he
passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself.
*
* * *
Bryan sat at the table, waiting for the cookies to
bake, when he heard a low growl, quickly smothered, outside the window. He’d
heard something very similar, and not long ago. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever
forget. Every hair on his body stood up, adrenaline spiked, and his heart
kicked into high gear. A cold flush spread though his body. From the corner of
his eye, he caught the blurry shape of something moving under the window. He
glanced at the back door and his stomach cramped. It was unlocked. There was no
way he could lock it before the intruder busted through. And if he was right,
and what was out there was what he thought it was, a wood door wasn’t going to
stop it. Plus, the window was open.
Calmly he stood and reached for the drawer by the
stove. His off-duty weapon was stored there. He grabbed the taser, too. Why was
the alien back and sneaking around his house? If it was the alien that Shawn
left with, why not just show itself? He’d seen it before, so why act like this?
He’d seen lights in the nighttime sky shortly after Shawn left with his alien,
but he assumed they were monitoring the situation, to make sure all was okay
before they left. It never crossed his mind they were watching him. Why would
they be watching him? Another unsettling thought hit Bryan. Had something bad
happened to Shawn? If that was Shawn’s alien, and he wasn’t sure it was, had it
returned to let him know? But that was silly; he couldn’t communicate with it
like Shawn could.
What the hell was going on?
The handle on the back door turned slowly. Bryan
tried to slow his breathing; he was sucking air and that wasn’t good. The door
eased opened, an inch at a time. He held his ground as the door opened and he
found himself staring at a seven and half foot alien… again.
Bio:
M.A. Church lives in the southern United
States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married
to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are
gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football,
racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most beloved hobby is reading.
From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later
nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into
the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the
thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would
write a book.
By sheer chance she stumbled across a
gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she
fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she
enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.
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