I, Effing Feline, told you last week about my hard, hard life, having to put up with a seven-month-old baby. To show you what I mean, I’ve found a monstrous video showing some of the torture babies perpetrate on us poor cats. I won’t show you the video until after today’s snippet. You would be too traumatized to read Ed’s little scribblings.
Once again, the snippet is from Mr V’s science fiction romance, Rescuing Prince Charming. During the most harrowing — and exciting — ten minutes of Dusty Johnson’s life, she and her mysterious alien companion found a saboteurs’ time bomb, carried it out of the prototype starship, and tossed it into the ocean, where it exploded harmlessly. The bomb may be gone, but their adrenaline isn’t. They embrace.
He made no attempt to hide his erection. Instead of being repelled, she pressed her abdomen against him and said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but . . . we’ve got to do something about this.”
She hadn’t consciously decided to have sex. Her body had decided for her, and it didn’t want to waste a micro-second of this intoxicating euphoria. Dusty Johnson, who always planned three steps ahead, was living in the moment. And glorying in it.
“Inside.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the sliding door. “Hurry, before you freeze to death. And before everyone returns and catches you like this.”
I, Effing Feline, am getting a second weekly gig on Ed’s blog!
Check back Monday for “Vintage Effing Feline!”
I’m so excited — and I know you are, too!
So come back here Monday for “Vintage Effing Feline.”
That’s an order!
Rescuing Prince Charming: A Native American Sci-Fi Romance
From time to time, Ed creates “travel posters” for his science fiction books. Here’s one he just finished for Rescuing Prince Charming.
Some of you may remember the scene where Reese throws the bomb off the balcony into the ocean. This photo of a Vancouver Island fjord, even though it isn’t a Kwadra Island fjord — sorry, but after all, they’re physically they’re the same — may help you visualize Reese’s throw.
Yes, I know there’s a typo, and no, Ed’s not perfect. Unlike me.
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