Here ye, here ye…. To every single person who has been completely and totally frustrated at me for the lack of writing. I swear to you, it isn’t from the lack of desire. It has actually just been one of those things. Real life has not been cooperating with me.

In my DREAM reality, I have no other obligations but to write. I have plenty of time to write. and . . . Nothing stands in the way of me turning out chapter after chapter.

Unfortunately, in the real world . . . I am not only a wife, a mother, grandmother, AND a WORKING individual. I am also strapped for time and there are NOT enough hours in the day to be able to write AFTER all those other obligations. No, SERIOUSLY. . . There really are NOT enough hours in the day.

But, like I am lucky enough to have happen . . . Every so often, things balance out and I am able to actually sit down and get some writing done. It wasn’t one of my Eternal novels, mind you. But this past week I FINALLY was able to get the second in my teaser Celestial Abduction series finished and off to my publisher. YAY!

So, if you are one of the ones who has been waiting and anticipating this story. There is good news! It should be coming soon! And in celebration. . . I am posting a small sneak peak. Not much, really. Just a tiny little taste to wet your appetites! So, without further ado . . .

Celestial Abduction 2 : Tesla’s Completion

When Tesla was herded into the Arena with the other women, she had no idea what to expect but she had already resigned herself to a life of servitude. Her time with Reggia had been informative. She had always known about the sins of human trafficking, Women and young girls disappeared all the time. Upon talking to the dark blue woman, she discovered Slavers had been taking women from all worlds for one reason or another, for well over several millennia.

When she had met Sparrow, Marissa and Kameeta, she had felt a small amount of reassurance at not being alone. Introducing herself to them with as much false bravado as she could summon, she didn’t let them see who she really was. That wasn’t really a hard thing to do. After all; she was a stripper. She knew how to make the scum of the Earth think they were desirable in her eyes. If she had to become a liar to see herself through this, then so be it.

The truth of the matter was she was scared to death. What was worse was she knew she was powerless. There was no way out of this. No amount of clicking her heels together and wishing would take her back to Earth and there was no way she knew of for anyone from Earth to come get her. No, like it or not, this place was her new home; for however long the leaders of this place decided to let her live.

When the men first came into her line of sight, she stared at the different colors of their skin in shocked fascination. No sooner did she see them than a myriad of soft scents, reminding her of earthy colognes assailed her. Some were so light she barely could catch them. Similar scents to Pine, and Sandalwood were two of the fragrances she caught, but when she glanced around, she saw nothing resembling trees where they were. Did they even have trees? The ground beneath their feet was black sand. She fleetingly entertained the thought that it was sparkly, like polished obsidian.

Her attention turned back to the men. They were multicolored versions of men the caliber of Vin Diesel and the Rock. No hair on their heads. No hair on their arms or legs. She almost squeaked in ashamed excitement when her thoughts strayed to nether regions with no hair. She had to bite her cheek to keep from gasping at the turn of her thoughts. Where had that come from?

These men were amazing creatures. Their chests were bare. Their bodies were built like one would imagine a gladiator or a Greek god would be. They wore what she could only describe as loincloths. As she mused over this, she couldn’t stop her eyes from wondering over them in appreciation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Silver toned one move toward Sparrow. The blue one was gravitating toward Marissa. That left only two. She looked them over with a mixture of fear, and excitement; although she would have been ashamed if forced to admit it.

She hadn’t wanted a man in so long. She had given up on ever feeling sexual desire again. But here she was, suddenly swept off her feet by these amazing specimens of the male species. Her womb was throbbing and she was suddenly wishing she could be pressed up against a hard body with nothing to do but be ravished. She wondered for a moment if they had been gassed with some breathable version of ecstasy before being released. Looking at the other women, she saw she was indeed not alone in this sudden unbearable desire.

Where was this coming from? She had always prided herself on being in control of herself no matter what her element. But as she watched these four men with the odd colored skin moved closer to her and the other women, she felt her inner core begin to heat. She nearly panted as the one with dark red skin and golden eyes singled her out and began stalking her, much like she could imagine a panther would stalk his prey.

She trembled as he advanced on her and found herself drinking in his beauty. His skin was a dark rich red, or maroon, but his entire body had gold etching, reminding her of tribal tattoos. Beautiful markings decorated his arms and chest and she found herself staring at them, captivated. Her fingers tingled; as if her body was demanding to touch his.

As he neared her, he reached out and ran his first and middle finger slowly over the exposed skin of her shoulder. She had to clench her fists to keep her knees from buckling. Nervous, she simply stood there, watching him as he looked her over. Her breath hitched when his hand moved to her hair. The gentle touch made her tremble.

Her mind was screaming at her to back away from this being. Not only was he a stranger, with no hair, and a giant compared to her; he was an alien! But her body had a will all its own and it was screaming out its intent from the heating in her womb, to the blatant tightening of her nipples simply from his close proximity. Her eyes roamed over him and she found she couldn’t seem to get her fill; as if she was a woman parched.

He chuckled softly and moved even closer to her. “My name is Dhorak. I am very happy you are here, little one.” As he spoke, his arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed together. “I hope to make you forget the home you have left.”

She didn’t struggle against his hold, but she spoke her mind. “Well, I have to be honest. While my body seems to be thoroughly thrilled to be in your presence, my mind is really not very happy.” Every inch of her that touched him tingled, yet she fought to keep herself stiffly resistant.

Dhorak sensed this and began working her tight rigid muscles of her shoulders with one hand as the other still held her close, gently rubbing her lower back. He nodded his understanding. “I would not believe you if you had said you were completely happy to be here.”

He took a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes in a way that made her wonder if he could actually smell her arousal. Was it possible he could? Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she thought this over. She was trying so hard to conceal it. All that work would be wasted if he could smell the desire coming from her like perfume added too heavily to some floozy’s clothes. When he opened his eyes, he smiled. “You smell like chi’val’ra.”

Tesla frowned and pulled back a little from him, even though it was the exact opposite of what she really wanted to do. “Are you saying I stink? What is that, anyway? Is it a bad thing?”

He chuckled and reached up to touch her hair, letting his fingers brush through its softness. “Relax. It is a flower. One of the more beautiful fragrant ones we have here. I have some in my garden. I will show you.”

He pulled her against him again before lifting her off her feet and cradling her in his arms. Tesla clung to him in excited fear. “What are you doing?” Looking around, she saw that her female companions had each began leaving with a different man. But for some reason, she was the only one being carried.

Trying to avoid putting her arms around his neck, she instead crossed them over her chest. “Is there a reason you’re not letting me walk on my own?” When he simply nodded, she queried, “Well, is it allowed for me to ask why?”

His amber eyes met hers and he again gave her a beautiful smile that she would have sworn was filled with mischief. “Because, we aren’t walking.” no sooner had he answered her before she saw two wings grow from his back and extend into an open flight position.

A mixture of a gasp and a squeak escaped from her as she threw her arms around his neck. “Oh my God! You have wings! You can fly? We’re going to fly? Of course we’re going to fly! How in the hell? . . .” She closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck as he lifted off from the ground. “Oh sakes alive . . . I knew I should have kept going to that therapist about being afraid of heights. Why? Of all the things.” Then she groaned in defeat. “Of course, this is what I get. It’s just to punish me, isn’t it? God; serves me right that the Alien who takes me can fly!”

She realized she was ranting aloud when he held her tighter and spoke in a soothing tone. “The Guardians of Meridia have wings, my chi’val’ra. You can tell us, because we have the golden birthmarks. It is by the color of our skin, and the marks that develop during our young years that help to decide our course in life.” He offered dismissively. “Our blue brothers live in our surrounding waters. They only don their legs when they come to land. If they stay in the water, they have tails.”

Her jaw dropped. “There are mermen here, too?” She took a steadying breath, “Good grief, I am dreaming. Did the Author of Alice in Wonderland visit here?”