#WhatToReadWednesday | Alien Gay Romance Books

It’s time for some book recs! Did you know that it’s both National Moon Day AND Space Exploration Day today? I feel like aliens is the way to go 😁

Most of the books below, I’ve recommended at one point or another, but we can stand to be reminded of what’s out there. I’ll keep it short though since it’s too hot to think today.

Claimings, Tails, and Other Alien Artifacts by Lyn Gala

We can’t have a list of aliens and not mention this series despite me having brought it up time and time again, so let’s get it out of the way, shall we? Ondry is a purple alien, and we love him.

Claimings, Tails and Other Alien ArtifactsLiam loves his life as a linguist and trader on the Rownt homeworld, but he has ignored his heart and sexual needs for years. After escaping the horrors of war, he wants a boring life. He won’t risk letting anyone come too close because he won’t risk letting anyone see his deeply submissive nature. For him, submission comes with pain. Life burned that lesson into his soul from a young age.

This fear keeps him from noticing that the Rownt trader Ondry cares for him. Ondry may not understand humans, but he recognizes a wounded soul, and his need to protect Liam is quickly outpacing his common sense. They may have laws, culture, and incompatible genitalia in their way, but Ondry knows that he can find a way to overcome all that if he can just overcome the ghosts of Liam’s past. Only then can he take possession of a man he has grown to respect.

https://books2read.com/ClaimingTails

Where Willows Won’t Grow by Lia Black

This is a freebie! It’s not for the faint-hearted. Heed all the trigger warnings, but if you’re okay reading dark, this has some cool aliens.

Where Willows Won't GrowUndercover agent Alex Kley is a long way from home. Six months of investigation have brought him to Willow House, a high class brothel on Omanai Station, as beautiful on the outside as it is corrupt on the inside. Sold into sexual slavery to infiltrate an illegal prostitution ring, Alex must find the evidence he needs to bring down the leader of a powerful criminal cartel—a man who may not even be human.

Illythe, the manager of Willow House, is a long way from freedom. The jet-skinned beauty with the face of an angel walks the halls of Willow House with serenity and authority, but underneath his cold and beautiful facade, Illythe is as much a slave as any of the young men working in the brothel.

In an undercover operation, falling in love is the worst thing an agent can do, but Illythe is a mystery that Alex can’t resist.

It doesn’t take long for Alex to realize that Illythe is not in his role by choice. Yet Illythe holds the holds the information Alex needs. The more Alex learns, the clearer it becomes, that when the cartel falls, Illythe will be buried in the rubble.

In the end, Alex must make a choice: save Illythe and forfeit the mission, or leave him behind in a place where willows won’t grow.

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Bone Rider by J. Fally

One of my absolute favourite stories of all time. This has aliens crashing on Earth, but the entire story takes place here. Awesome! And I think I might have to do a reread soon. I’m a bit afraid to, though. What if I don’t love it as much when I read it again?

Bone RiderRiley Cooper is on the run. Misha Tokarev, the love of his life, turned out to be an assassin for the Russian mob, and when it comes to character flaws, Riley draws the line at premeditated murder. Alien armor system McClane is also on the run, for reasons that include accidentally crashing a space ship into Earth and evading U.S. military custody. A failed prototype, McClane was scheduled for destruction. Sabotaging the ship put an end to that, but McClane is dubbed a bone rider for good reason—he can’t live without a host body. That’s why he first stows away in Riley’s truck and then in Riley himself. Their reluctant partnership soon evolves into something much more powerful—and personal—than either of them could have imagined.

Together, they embark on a road trip from hell, made all the more exciting by the government troops and mob enforcers hot on their trail. Misha is determined to win Riley back and willing to do whatever it takes to keep him safe. When hitman and alien join forces, they discover their impressive combined potential for death and destruction. It will take everything Riley has to steer them through the mess they create.

https://books2read.com/BoneRider

The Last Pure Human by Twisted Hilarity

Cat aliens! This is a WIP that most likely will never be finished. Last I heard anything, and that’s years ago, the author had run into some health issue that made it impossible for them to write. You’ll find it on Twisted Hilarity’s site.

The Last Pure HumanKasan, a prince of the feline Kyashin race, is in deep shit. He’s in heat, he needs a consort to help him survive it, and his uncle has locked him away from every available candidate. When he’s offered a small human male at the last moment, he’s quite happy to accept. His new consort, on the other hand, is a little less than pleased with the situation. So what’s a human to do when he finds himself in the bed of a hot, sexed-up alien? We’re about to find out.

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Tuluscan Six and the Time Circle by Anne Brooke

I should read more Anne Brooke. I’ve enjoyed all stories I’ve read by her. This here has time travel which usually is a bit much for me to keep track of, but I really liked it.

Tuluscan six and the time circleWhilst finishing up a good day’s work in the Earth Interplanetary Administration Office, Karlan Staithley is disturbed by the appearance of a strange alien called Tuluscan Six. Tuluscan tells him that in one year’s time, Earth will make contact with his people, the Lamarians, and unwittingly destroy them due to an anomaly in the planetary time lines.

He himself has come back to warn Karlan, partly to save his people and partly as in the real time line Karlan and Tuluscan will become lovers. The two men join forces to try to save their futures, but can they in fact change time? And, if they do, how can their mutual passion ever survive?

https://books2read.com/TuluscanSix

Sympathy for the Devil by RoughDraftHero

A short story, only about 6k, but if you like aliens and don’t mind a little dub-con, then check it out.

Sympathy for the devilMilton is a low-level employee for the government. All night, he watches over the most prized-possession of the secret laboratory he works in, hoping one day he would be able to see its eyes. However, he finds out something shocking about the subject he’s been monitoring, and starts to feel a small flicker of guilt.

That was probably his first mistake.

https://books2read.com/Sympathy-for-the-Devil

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Aliens… one of my favourite stories I’ve written is It Doesn’t Translate. I had so much fun with that one. And then Holly has no less than two alien stories. One alien abduction tale (with tails) and one with alien dragons.

It Doesn't Translate

Noir Kioko had only ever seen one human before his undercover work brought him to the diner at the Luna Terminal, and that was at a distance. Humans are rare, most of them disappear without a trace, and he hopes hanging around the restaurant will give him a lead on the smuggling ring he’s investigating. There was no way he could’ve known the human would turn out to be his mate, and no way he can let it show without putting his mate in danger and possibly jeopardising his mission.

Max Welch is the proud owner of the only restaurant within a light year’s distance. He left Earth four years ago to create a better life for himself, but he hadn’t considered the possibility of scary alien pirates making his restaurant their favourite hangout spot. As a measly human there isn’t much he can do about it, but as one of the pirates starts coming by almost every day he has to come up with something before he loses all his customers. That the giant cat man is rather nice to look at changes nothing.

When rumours of another human arriving at the space station start to circulate, Noir’s species trafficking infiltrate and observe only mission may need a revamp. But will Noir be able to protect his mate and another one of his rare species?
 

https://books2read.com/ItDoesntTranslate

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Carlo Russo is having the worst day. Not only has he lost his job, caught his boyfriend cheating, and had one too many shots with his best friend Grace, now he’s seeing aliens too. Big, black, tail-equipped aliens. After a futile struggle, he and Grace find themselves on a spaceship leaving Earth.

Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons doesn’t know what it is about the earthling male. Their mission is to bring back ten females in hopes of them being able to provide their planet with children, but he wants the male. What he’s going to do with the male, he doesn’t know, but he’s claiming him as his payment for going on the mission.

Carlo doesn’t approve of kidnapping, but the aliens aren’t too bad, and once the language chip is installed, he finds it entertaining to talk to them. Zen in particular. They’re standoffish and never show any emotion, but Carlo has no problem cuddling up next to Zen at night.

All Zenon wants is to spend time with Carlo, but it’s his job to get them all home in one piece. Will he be able to 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.
 

https://books2read.com/ThereWillBeAliens

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Derek Herman is living a nightmare. Long before he was born, the planet was taken over by a mind-controlling alien race, and everyone is affected except for him. Derek does his best not to draw attention to himself, but it’s not going well. 

Ocren Starburst is obsessed with his human neighbor. Every time he sees Derek, he wants nothing more than to grab him, hold him, and keep him forever. And four years of chasing him up the stairs in their apartment building has resulted in Derek refusing to even acknowledge his existence. That is, until Derek accuses Ocren of breaking into his apartment. 

Derek found a button on his living room floor, the same kind of button Ocren wears on his police uniform. And while Ocren hasn’t broken in, he knows the button means someone has. Ocren’s race has kept their shape-shifting abilities secret for years, but now his other form wants out to slaughter everyone that dares to get too close to Derek. And staying in control proves hard when threats toward Derek increase. 

Will they be able to keep Derek safe without Ocren losing control of his dragon self?

https://books2read.com/HowToSootheADragon

Guest Post | Twelve Letters by Ellie Thomas

As always, it’s a pleasure to announce that we have Ellie Thomas on a visit today. Welcome, Ellie!

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Thank you so much, lovely Ofelia, for having me as your guest again today! I’m Ellie Thomas, I write Gay Historical Romance, and I’m here to chat about my new release, Twelve Letters, written for JMS Books.

When a submission call was announced to celebrate the Twelfth Anniversary of JMS Books, I was intrigued by the suggested concept. Given the celebration, participating authors were requested to write their stories to include the number 12 as an essential part of the plot – naturally enough! It’s always exciting to discover how inventive authors can be with such a prompt. I’m looking forward to reading a wide variety of stories, including Ofelia’s Keep It Down, featuring twelve post-it notes, which looks terrific!

However, although I was interested, my first reaction to this submission call was to hesitate. As I was in the middle of planning a few other stories with deadlines looming, I checked my schedule and thought I might be pushed for time to fit another new story. So although I was tempted, I sensibly decided to draw back from this opportunity.

Inevitably, I woke up the next morning with a fully-fledged story in my head, to the point where I could picture my main character Jo Everett, dashing down the steps of his London lodgings, brow furrowed, determined to stop his best friend Ben from fighting a duel. Muses can be so fickle!

I imagined this story to be set in the rarified West End of Regency London, as most, if not all my ensemble of characters, are gentlemen rather than ordinary working people. I found a fabulous online map of London from 1806 (since my story is set in 1814, that was remarkably close), and I spent far too long poring over it, working out where each of my characters lived, depending on their status and income. And crucially, how all those various twelve letters wended their way across town to intended and accidental recipients.

This is the world of gentlemen’s clubs, coffee houses, taverns and exclusive Bond Street shops that I first read about in Georgette Heyer’s books as a teenager. It was such fun to place my fictional characters in real historical locations, some of which, like the Golden Lion pub in St. James’, are still open for business!

The story might contain a comedy of errors but Twelve Letters is essentially a romance, so I relished pulling all the strands of miscommunication together for a romantic happy ever after, aptly finishing the story with the twelfth and final letter.

Blurb:

twelvelettersIn Regency London, Jolyon Everett is determined to dissuade his irascible friend, Captain Ben Harding, from fighting a duel. However, before commencing on the pressing business of defusing Ben’s misplaced anger, Jo writes two letters, one to Percy Havilland, his very demanding paramour and the other to his tailor, Daniel Walters. With those trifles out of the way, he can concentrate on persuading Ben to reprieve young Edward Stephens, a newly qualified doctor, who Jo suspects has a serious crush on Ben.

But the best-laid plans can go awry, as do the letters and, as well as a furious Ben, Jo finds himself at the mercy of an outraged Percy and an amorous tailor. Can he convince Ben not to shoot Edward after all? Will he soothe Percy’s ruffled feathers? And might Jo realise that true love can be found under the most unexpected conditions?

Extract:

Jolyon arrived at the Piccadilly quarters of one of his closest friends, Captain Ben Harding. Despite the early hour, he was unsurprised to see that gentleman ready for the day, his long trousers and gleaming Hessians hiding his missing foot, the result of an injury at Badajoz, and wearing a ferocious expression. With his smouldering dark eyes and wayward curls, he could be compared to the notorious poet, Lord Byron, but Jolyon knew better than to voice that opinion to avoid being skewered by the poker within reach on the hearth.
“I know why you’re here, Jo,” Ben said to him, waving him into the other armchair at the side of the fireplace while he poured coffee for them both, “and you won’t coax me to soften my resolve.”
“I think this has all been a misunderstanding,” Jo replied patiently, as though he hadn’t spent hours of the previous evening, or rather early morning, trying to persuade an irascible Ben to pardon the unfortunate young man who had caused him such dire offence.
“That damned stripling belittled me,” Ben said, with a glare as hot and black as the scalding coffee.
“On the contrary, I don’t think that was his intention,” Jo corrected him gently. “The lad is quite new to town ways and was deeply in his cups. We’ve all been there,” he shrugged forgivingly.
Ben merely snorted his disagreement, and Jo wouldn’t have been surprised to see steam emanating from his nose. He had the mental image of Ben as a bull, a ring through his nose, pawing the ground in rage, raising a cloud of dust. He quickly stifled a smile.
“And anyway,” he continued stoically, “as you have appointed me as your second, I don’t need to point out how serious the consequences could be. Frankly, for a man of your military experience, this is no less than a deliberate execution.”
At that, Ben harrumphed but did not yell at him, which Jo felt was progress. Even hampered by his artificial foot, Ben was a dead shot and could still competently hold a sword. The poor young doctor was no match for him. The problem is, thought Jolyon, Ben’s spoiling for a fight, and this feckless young fellow simply blundered into his sights.
Since the siege at Badajoz, Ben’s attitude had become increasingly sour. Jo couldn’t be more sympathetic at his friend’s long months of recuperation, slowly learning to walk again, coming to terms with the fact he was no longer physically whole. Ben was fiercely proud, and only a few of his intimates knew what a harsh struggle this had been.
The other loss, that of his Lieutenant, his love, his faithful companion who had perished during the siege, was even more unbearable. After two years of grieving, rather than coming to terms with his bereavement, Ben seemed increasingly embittered and permanently angry. As he sipped his coffee, Jo reflected that although he loved Ben like a brother, even the most commonplace remark could set him off in a rage these days.
“It will take more than your blandishments to change my mind,” Ben said. Jo reckoned this was a retreat from thirsting for blood and spitting fire. He prepared to press his advantage when they were interrupted by Ben’s serving-man, Cribbins, another veteran of the Peninsula Wars.
“Excuse me, Captain. A letter has arrived for you by hand. I was told it was urgent,” he said, passing over the note to Ben before picking up the empty coffee pot.
As Cribbins left the room, Ben unfolded the letter, scanned it briefly then handed it over to Jo. “Is this your doing?” he asked suspiciously.
The note was written in crabbed handwriting eminently suitable for an aspiring doctor, but once deciphered, Jo saw with some relief that the meaning in the short paragraph was genuine enough.
If I have to face the consequences of my actions, I will do so as a gentleman, even if it causes my demise. I am writing not to abjure myself from bodily harm, but I bitterly regret offending someone who deserves only the greatest admiration and respect and so, whatever may happen, I apologise unreservedly.
“Nothing to do with me,” Jo said blandly as Ben stared into the fire, mulling over the letter, looking more than ever like a brooding Romantic poet. Jo observed Ben’s countenance with a glimmer of optimism. With those simple, heartfelt words, the lad had inadvertently appealed to Ben’s strong sense of fair play. Couldn’t have put it better myself, Jo thought with some satisfaction.

Book links: 

https://books2read.com/u/4AjyzA 

https://www.jms-books.com/ellie-thomas-c-224_420/twelve-letters-p-4391.html 

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B5NYBM6Z/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i12 

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Bio: 

Ellie Thomas lives by the sea. She comes from a teaching background and goes for long seaside walks where she daydreams about history. She is a voracious reader especially about anything historical. She mainly writes historical gay romance.  

Ellie also writes historical erotic romance as L. E. Thomas. 

Website: https://elliethomasromance.wordpress.com/ 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/elliethomasauthor/ 

Twitter: @e_thomas_author 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19835510.Ellie_Thomas 

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/ellie-thomas 

Release Day | Keep it Down!

It’s release day!!! Keep it Down! is out today. It’s a story about Post-its which should be enough for you to love it 😆 I have a thing for stationery, in case you didn’t know, and while Post-its aren’t what excites me the most (they’re not pretty enough) you can’t live life without Post-its.

Eason is a bit stuck-up, not annoyingly so, but he’s a little stiff. Nate, on the other hand, is a laid-back guy who rolls with the punches. They live next door to each other and… Well, Eason wants to strangle Nate or at least push him down the stairs.

One of the problems Eason has is that while he’s furious at Nate, Nate thinks they’re flirting, and it’s driving Eason crazy. It isn’t until he fractures his leg, that he allows Nate close and realises there is more to him than the constant parties he’s hosting in his apartment. 

In the last Read Around the Rainbow post, I shared a video from Falkenberg, where I grew up. If you hop to 2.29 in the video, you’ll see the Bathhouse Park, where Nate takes Eason on a date, though before they can get to that stage, they need to get through ten Post-its.

And this is Post-it number 4

It had been a long week, but luckily Eason only had one day left to work before it was weekend again. The July heat had the clothes sticking to his body most uncomfortably, and he couldn’t wait to get out of the suit.

As he walked up the last flight of stairs, a pink Post-it caught his eye. It was fastened to his door right above the keyhole.

Sighing, he grabbed it and read: Your cat is under my bed.

Eason’s heart banged hard. Loki. He rang Nate’s doorbell, and when the door opened, Eason pushed past Nate.

“Loki? Loki, come to Daddy.” He looked around. Nate’s apartment was neat and clean—not at all what he’d expected. He located the bedroom and dropped to his knees. As he looked in under the bed, he heard the rustle of clothes from behind him and looked back between his knees at Nate’s feet.

“You paint quite the picture, Eason. Mind if I take a photo?”

“Stop it! Where is he? Is he hurt?”

“Love your suit. I’ve always had a thing for flight attendants.”

Eason growled but spotted Loki’s greenish-yellow eyes in the dark in the corner. “I’m a ticket agent. I never board the planes.”

“Oh… Your ass still looks mighty fine in those pants.”

Eason shook his head. “Can’t you be serious for once?”

Nate’s voice dropped an octave or two. “Oh honey, if you had any idea how serious I am.”

The shiver was back. “Nate.” Eason put as much warning as he could into that one word.

“Fine, but I am serious. You’re hot, Eason.”

“Focus.” Eason crawled closer to Loki. “Why is he here?”

“I came home from work not too long ago, my shift ends early on Thursdays, and I went to open the balcony door. It was sunbathing on the chair cushion, but I think I spooked it—”

“Him. His name is Loki.”

“Right. Anyway, he ran past me, fast as lightning, so I searched for him, and he’s been cowering in there for the last forty minutes or so. Hisses as soon as I try to grab him.”

Eason hummed. Loki wasn’t normally a cat who hissed, but it was an unfamiliar apartment.

“Come on, baby.” Eason reached in under the bed, stretching his hand out to Loki. He didn’t want to pull him out, but he would if he had to.

“There was a hole in the net or not in the net, you had fastened it to the wall with some double-sided adhesive rubber strip or something, and it was torn.”

“It’s the kids you hang with. Someone tore it to be able to throw the beer bottle on my balcony.” Anger surged inside again. He hated the kids Nate hung out with.

Nate hummed. “Have you had him long, the cat, I mean?” Nate was still behind him, which made Eason aware of being on all fours with his ass up in the air. The shiver slithering through him had to be because of the temperature difference between the cool bedroom and the sweltering heat outdoors. Same with the flush climbing his cheeks, and the way heat was building in his groin. For fuck’s sake, he didn’t like Nate. He might be hot, but he wasn’t nice.

Loki bumped his nose against Eason’s knuckles which had him smiling. “There you go. Come on. You’re such a good boy. Come to Daddy.”

Nate groaned behind him, but Eason did his best to ignore him.

Loki crawled closer, and Eason got his hand around his bum and pushed him forward, backing away as he did. When Loki came out in the light of the room, Eason embraced him and nuzzled his neck, the black fur tickling his nose. “There you go.”

Nate cleared his throat. “Can I get you a beer?”

Eason scrunched his nose.

“Coke?”

He guessed accepting a drink was the polite thing to do. “Sure, thanks.”

The smile was nothing Eason had seen before, for lack of better word, he’d say it was genuine. It made him nervous, almost as nervous as the heat in Nate’s eyes did. Eason didn’t want to be attracted to Nate.

“Go sit on the balcony, and I’ll be right out.”

“I’ll go leave Loki in my apartment and change clothes.”

“No, leave them on.”

Eason stared at him. “Have you any idea how hot this suit is?”

Nate’s eyes gleamed. “I do.”

“I meant; I’m sweating.”

Chuckling, Nate shrugged. “Fine. You dressed in a suit, crawling around on all fours on my bedroom floor will forever be burnt into my memory.”

Eason rolled his eyes and headed for the door. Nate’s laugh followed him out.

 

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One day, Eason Wickham will push his next-door neighbor down the stairs. Nate Allen might be hot, but he’s the most annoying person Eason has ever met. He has no respect for the people living in the building, and night after night, he has a party. Whenever Eason rings his doorbell and tells him to keep it down, he flirts and tries to get Eason to come inside. 

Calling the cops does not affect Nate’s behavior, and neither do Eason’s angry Post-It notes. But when Eason is hit by a car and fractures his leg, Nate sends his friends packing and makes sure Eason is okay. He cooks for him, shops for him, and does his laundry, but he’s still the most annoying person Eason has ever met. Right? 

The cute Post-Its Nate leaves for him to find doesn’t mean he’s a different person, and while Eason longs for when Nate gets off work every day, it doesn’t mean they should be more than friends. Does it? 

 Buy links 

Contemporary Gay Romance: 14,878 words 

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