Guest Post | Alien Tails by Holly Day

I haven’t told you about Alien Tails here! July 2nd is World UFO Day, so we figured it would be fun to do something. Holly has three stories with aliens in them, so we bundled them up to celebrate the day 😊

They’re all fated mates stories. There Will Be Aliens is a Mars needs women kind of book, only the captain doesn’t want a woman, he wants Carlo. Most of it takes place on a spaceship. 

How to Soothe a Dragon takes place here on Earth, but aliens have invaded and use mind control to rule the humans. Some of the aliens can turn into dragons. It sounds pretty dark, but they’re allergic to lemons, so there is a way to defend oneself 😁

The Devil Will Care takes place on a moon turned into an intergalactic prison. Who doesn’t dream about finding love in prison? 😳

Despite what one may think they’re all pretty light-hearted.

Alien Tails

Would you travel to another planet on the off chance of finding your soulmate? 

Alien Tails is a set of three MM romance novellas about tail-waving aliens who travel through space and find their human destined mates in the most unlikely of places. But once they’ve found them, will they be able to convince their mates to see past their differences and accept that they’re meant to be? 

Contains the stories: 

There Will Be Aliens: Carlo is having a bad day, and now he’s seeing aliens too. After a futile struggle, he finds himself on a spaceship leaving Earth. Zenon doesn’t know what it is about the earthling male. They’re to get females, but he’s claiming the male as his payment for the mission. Can he keep Carlo safe from all the dangers lurking along the trip? He has to because Carlo is his, and he’s not letting him go. 

How to Soothe a Dragon: Long before Derek was born, the planet was taken over by a mind-controlling alien race, and everyone is affected except for him. Ocren is obsessed with his human neighbor, but four years of chasing him up the stairs in their apartment building has Derek refusing to speak to him. Until he accuses him of having broken into his apartment. How will Ocren make Derek believe it wasn’t him? 

The Devil Will Care: What would you do if the devil claimed you were his destined mate? Khaal isn’t really the devil. He’s a red-skinned, horn-wearing, tail-waving, eight feet tall alien who claims Azrail is his mate. Azrail has read about mates, but it can’t apply to him. He’s human. But when Khaal plans to escape, Azrail is ready to go. Being mated to the devil can’t be worse than being locked up in prison, can it?  

Buy links: 

Gay alien romance: 95,819 words 

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/AlienTails 

Excerpt:

(From There Will Be Aliens)

Zenon grew dizzy from all the back and forth. One second the female was taking care of the male, the next the male was taking care of the female, and then they switched again. There were so many emotions, he grew confused.

“Ghurva, wash the male.”

Ghurva widened his eyes. “I don’t—”

“I don’t need anyone to wash me. Show me where the shower is, and I’ll be fine.”

“You’re not showering alone. What if you fall, get dizzy, vomit again? You can’t—”

Zenon held his breath for a second. “So, you’ll wash your mate.”

“No!”

“No!”

He looked at Ghurva. Mates didn’t wash each other? Zenon hadn’t had anyone wash him once he’d grown old enough to do it himself, but he figured mates did if there was a need for it. He’d always imagined showing a softer side to his mate if he ever found his. No one did anymore. He believed, maybe as they’d grown more emotionless, the ability to mate had been erased. It was as if they were unable to connect with another being.

An ache spread in his chest again. He must be ill, must have gotten something while on the strange planet.

“Trust me, he doesn’t want girl cooties.”

Zenon didn’t recognize the word, but it had to do with sickness, that much he understood. “Is it contagious?”

“Very.” The female… laughed? Zenon believed it was a laugh, but he’d never heard one other than from a sound file they’d been given before the mission.

“No.” The male shook his head, winced, and grew, if possible, paler. “Bucket?”

The female looked around, spotted the small laundry basket in the corner, and dived for it. Zenon didn’t stop her. He didn’t think she could hurt them with a basket.

She held it up in front of the male and he retched. Negudade didn’t retch, but he’d seen animals do it. The stench intensified again.

The male grimaced. “Oh, fuck me.” He scrunched his face, and the female gently guided him down on the cot.

“Be careful what you wish for. These guys look mighty frisky to me.”

“Do they? I didn’t notice.”

Zenon didn’t know what they were talking about. Judging by the information snippets the language chip provided him with, he guessed they were talking about copulation, but it seemed like a strange moment. Unless the female was in heat. He pulled in a deep breath, but all he could smell was the sour stench of sickness. Did Earthlings go into heat? Negudade didn’t, but some animals did.

“Rest.”

“I’d really like to wash up. And brush my teeth.”

The female caressed the male’s forehead and pain spread in Zenon’s chest when the male closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, the female stood and walked over to Ghurva. Zenon took a step forward. He didn’t think she’d attack, but better to be prepared.

“Look.” She spoke so low, he held his breath to hear better. “He has a concussion.”

“What is it?” Ghurva glanced at him, but Zenon didn’t move a muscle.

“When someone hit his head—” She gave them both a narrow-eyed stare, “—his brain was hurt, and now it’s swelling.”

“He’ll die?” The tightness around Zenon’s ribs was back. Had he killed the male? With one small slap? Were they that fragile?

“I don’t think so. It’s not too bad. But he’s had them before, and it gets more and more dangerous the more you have them.”

“He’s had them before?” Who had hit the male? Zenon’s claws dug into the palm of his hands as he curled his fingers into fists.

“Look. He needs a calm place to rest, preferably a dark place without any harsh lights.” She gestured at the spotlight in the ceiling. “He’ll be tired and will want to sleep, but someone needs to wake him up every hour to make sure he isn’t unconscious.”

“You’re his mate.” She should do all those things.

“We’re friends, yes. We grew up together, but Carlo is… He doesn’t want people taking care of him.”

“Carlo?” She’d mentioned it several times, but it didn’t translate into anything.

“Carlo.” She gestured at the male. “His name is Carlo.”

Oh… Part of him wanted to look away, but he changed nothing in his expression and didn’t move a muscle. He should’ve understood it was a name. “What’s your name?” He didn’t know if he’d be able to distinguish her from the other females. They all looked the same, but it would be good to know her name.

“Grace.”

Her name translated as elegance—a strange name. She was small, but all of them were, and she was thin and fine limbed, but, again, all of them were. “You’re Grace and… Carlo is your… brother?”

“No, not brother… okay, let’s say he’s my brother, it’s close enough.”

“You’re not mated?” Ghurva studied her with interest.

“Mated as in… married? No, Carlo is gay. You people are okay with queers, right? Or maybe you’d want to turn around and drop us off on Earth?” The look she gave them was hopeful.

Zenon didn’t know what gay or queer was, but they weren’t turning back.