Foul, slimy raiders who want to enslave me will soon attack my ship. A mysterious stranger named Moquis appears, insisting he’s been sent to rescue me. Moquis is sexy, but I’m suspicious. He has no ship and won’t tell me how we’ll escape my rapidly-failing freighter.
When he describes how the attackers travel through dimensional slipstreams, I realize this situation is way above my pay grade. I’m not sure what to do. Moquis says stress inflames the humanoid mating instinct. I am pretty damned stressed.
And I’ve never been one to deny human nature.
Explicit language and scorching sex scenes suitable for adults only.
This short story is approximately 13,500 words long, 50 print pages. This is the second story in the “Zayna’s Space Romps” series.
Anwen writes daring, sensual tales for adventurous spirits. She prefers heroines who go after what they want, and heroes who yearn to fulfill their ladies’ dreams. No wilting, helpless virgins in these stories, unless the heroine is pretending to be one for fun.
When Anwen’s not pounding away on her laptop, she enjoys hiking in the forests near her home, fishing with her favorite uncle, and hour-long gabfests at the local tea room with friends and family.