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Veronica Sloan

Planet Of Sex

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Rachel Brighton isn't your
average civil servant. She's a sexual ambassador for the human race. It's not a bad job, if you don't mind prudes calling you a “star slut.” The year
is 2030 and the aliens have landed, but they don't want to rule the planet. They
want to woo it. An insidious plague has rendered human women the last fertile
females in the galaxy, and transformed Earth into its number one mating
destination. After rounding up the male population, the aliens make a deal with
the new female-led government: Teach us how to make love to human women and we'll return your men.

Rachel used to think nothing on Earth could satisfy her weird desires. But Earth, and her libido, are no longer alone in the universe.
To save the human race, to save the aliens, she'll embark on a journey of erotic discovery. This tale of interstellar sex is 20,000 words and for readers
18 and up.

~~~~~
Excerpt ~~~~~

He made a sound in the front
of his mouth that I realized was a chuckle. “Are you considered attractive
among your people?” he asked.

“I wouldn't be here if I
wasn't.”

His ears twitched. He leaned
lower to gaze into my eyes. “I cannot say that I find you attractive in the manner of my people,” he said, “but I understand why you were
chosen for this position. How do I describe this feeling? I find you…is the word 'cute' appropriate?”

I nodded. “There's a few
ways I can take that, most of them complimentary.”

Cautiously, Aurelias raised
his upper left hand and swept his large fingers through my hair. “And you
smell pleasant,” he said. “Our females did not apply artificial
scents.”

“But you have your
pheromones.”

“Yes,” he said,
“and they are effective. Still, I enjoy the smell of jasmine as much as the next creature.” His eyes moved over my body, curiosity tugging at the
corners of his lips. “And this is part of human flirtation? The looks you were giving me in the meeting, the gentle pressure of your hand on my
knee?”

“What do you
think?”

All four of his wrists turned
up, his palms to the sky. “I have another question. Was your job always as complicated as this?”

“Actually…” I reached for his chin and gently pulled it down to my eyes. “I was a teacher.”

“How strange, and how
fitting. A position that requires patience and a desire to impart knowledge. A nurturing instinct. The ability to work within an established system. Such
traits are perfectly suited to a human emissary, but--"

“But it's not the whole
story,” I said. I slid my palms up his long jaw, enjoying the sleekness of his sea foam skin. I pulled him lower, down to me, and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Aurelias reared back,
astonished. “Was that a kiss?” he asked.

“A very chaste
one,” I said.

The Hisanian licked his lips.
“I confess that I find myself more attracted to you the more you speak, or perhaps I am simply eager to begin this strange act.” He seemed puzzled by his own impatience. “Forgive me,” he said, after a moment. “I
have not copulated since my wife was taken by the plague. I had thought my will
more than adequate to restrain me but…you are extremely fertile.”

“Your wife, how long ago did it happen?”

“The same time it struck
all our females. They went quickly, which is our only solace.”

“I'm sorry,” I
said.

He cocked his head.
“Why?”

I shrugged. “It's what
we say. It's a brief way of showing respect for your loss.”

“That is kind,” he
said. “I do not know what she would think of this state of affairs. We are
a proud race and do not easily change. She was…traditional.”

“I'm not,” I said.

Aurelias smiled and, slowly,
gracefully, returned to his full height. He gazed down at me and ruffled his mane. “Much of the League was surprised by the adaptability of your
species. Not the men, of course. They behaved as expected. You, however, are an exemplar of your gender.”

“Would you like me to
show you how much?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, his voice husky. “Standard procedure is for the two of us to compare our mating rituals but, as I understand it, there is no real ritual for humans.”

“Not unless you count
dinner and a movie.”
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2017
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2017
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