Lt. Lucy Borasco is a little … upset. She’s a redhead and when she’s a little upset, you better hope the issue’s resolved quickly, ‘cause if not, you’re gonna wish the Martians got you. Seriously. She kisses her ex-boyfriend Capt. California Sykes and nearly kills him. It takes a special kind of guy to love a woman like that, but Cal is just that kind of guy. Together the two of them make a never-give-up team that rocks the universe, breaking rules of time and space. How do they do it?
Love and tenacity.
There’s nobody else Cal would rather have in his arms than Lucy, no matter what color her skin is or what race she’s recently become. And though he makes mistakes – for the sake of saving the universe mind you! – he never releases his hope that he and Lucy will be together one day.
There’s nobody else Lucy would rather strangle than Cal, especially after he forgot her. Seriously. What guy can’t remember his hot-lovin’ ex-girlfriend? Cal deserves to be shot as far as she’s concerned. But when his memories come crashing back, she takes a new risk – can she get Cal back for good? Fragging comet tails. If anybody can, it’s Lucy.
The Trouble With Memories – Blurb
Lieutenant Lucy Borasco has her phase pistol ready and her ex-boyfriend in her sights. She has every intention of making him pay for choosing his career over her. But she hadn’t factored in a Martian sneak invasion, Cal’s incessant need to save the universe, or the risk of permanent damage to her complexion. Getting Cal back will cost her more than she thinks, leaving her changed forever.
Captain California Sykes’ memories are gone, his career is in ruins, and his ex-girlfriend nearly kills him with a kiss. Can he overcome the Martian invasion, save the rest of the team and win Lucy back again in the process? Or will his seat-of-the-pants plans and the canned fish rations cost him everything he holds dear, including his sanity?
Genre: Military, paranormal romance, interracial, sci fi, futuristic, space opera
Heat level: 4
Word count – 30k
Dark black chest hair scraped over her breasts as his hot skin covered her, his nimble hands working to unsnap her bra.
She arched into him, licking her lips. His rough touch on her breasts tightened them with need. She’d waited so long for him to come back to her. Every day delivering his breakfast. Saying “yes sir,” playing the dutiful lieutenant. But what she’d desperately wanted was his arms around her and his mouth on her like this.
He bit her earlobe and growled, his erection pressed hard against her clit.
Panties moistened to sopping wet, she longed for their removal and opened her legs. She didn’t have to wait.
Cal sat back, jerked the rest of her uniform over her knees exposing her sex, and paused. He stared at her almost reverently. Slowly he lowered down.
She cried out when his mouth rammed into her mound, tongue locking onto target with forceful accuracy. He rolled his mouth in her juices, groaning. His obvious abandon made her toes curl with glee. The pressure of his strong, certain tongue against her clit took her to orgasm with unprecedented speed. Every light in the universe flashed. Her body thrashed in bliss.
“Cal!” She rocked her hips into his bruising mouth and shuddered until every drop of resentment for the lost months shook loose from her body. He pressed into her again, her clit too sensitive this time, and she whimpered from the overdose of ecstasy.
He groaned against her slick lips and embedded one, then two fingers inside her. Her cunt tightened around him, the sensation of being filled pushing her over the edge again. Words tumbled off her tongue. Begging him to stop. To not stop. To fuck her. To make her his once again. Overloaded with sensations, lost in a passionate heat, she trembled over and over until she could no longer moan, move, or breathe.
Cal rose from the bed wearing a satisfied grin and unzipped his pants. His thick cock jutted straight out, longer and fuller than she remembered. With a shimmy of his hips the pants slid to the floor. On his right thigh, another patch of metal flashed into view even with her line of sight.
She stroked the cool material with her fingertips and sent him a reassuring smile. His balls contracted. Above them, the slick head of his cock beckoned and she brought him to her mouth for a taste. “Mmmm,” she hummed as the salty, slippery liquid hit her tongue.
He groaned and twined his fingers through her hair. “Lucy, I need you. Please. I must have you.” He pushed her back down on the bed and spread her legs. He reached between them and caressed her slick opening, his eyes burning bright with desire. Then like a lock and a key, he perfectly covered her sweat-sheened body, the tip of his shaft poised at her entrance.
She gasped at the delicious weight of him and the alternating sensations of hot and cold on her skin were bliss. To her, he was both past and present Cal. Man and machine. But, holy dwarf star, his cock was even harder, thicker, and longer than before. He nudged into her channel and her pussy shouted hallelujah.
He lifted up, his arm muscles bulging as he hovered above her. “Lucy. I can’t—oh.” His jaw tightened and with one huge thrust entered her.
He filled her to overflowing, stretching every inch. Whether or not the man on top of her was the Cal she once knew or someone else, she needed this. Wanted this. An orgasm already building, she closed her eyes and lifted her knees, letting the moment take her to where she’d longed to go—with him.
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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