Get this Martian Out of My Pants! by Eva Lefoy (@eva_lefoy)

My latest Science Fiction romance book, The Trouble With Memories is out now from Decadent Publishing. The book was recently featured on The Galaxy Express, and Heather’s comment about the epilogue was spot-on:

The Trouble With Memories*The series is called Martian Mating, but that wasn’t the central focus of this story (your mileage may vary). Based on the excerpt I read of book 2, though, seems like there’s some breeding/Mars Needs Women action ahead.

Yep! She’s absolutely right! Mars does need women and for an extinct race, these Martians are rather horny! Here’s how the epilogue starts, with the Martian T’Pron insinuating himself into Captain Fenniks’ mind:

Fennik sat on his bunk every limb dead tired, but more on edge than ever. His head fragging ached. He pressed his forehead with both hands and rubbed it, wishing the action would help him forget the past forty-eight hours. Instead he only felt worse, more alone, more worried.

After the inquest, he’d watched the other pilots carefully, but none of them appeared to be suffering from the same problem as him. Even after they’d removed his implant he could still hear him…. He didn’t know what to do. If he told them, they’d lock him up for sure. Treat him like Cal or worse, Lucy.

Don’t worry, Fennik. I won’t let them harm you.

T’Pron? No! Go away, please. God, please go away. You–you can’t be here. I don’t even have the chip anymore.

I am part of you now, Fennik.

He took a deep breath to still his nerves. No, he couldn’t be. They’d taken his implant out. They’d removed the bio-connection he’d had with his ship. The ships were grounded, offline. What the hell was going on? He should no more be able to hear him than hear Farsele in his office.

I told you, I’m a part of you now. And it’s time to implement Plan B.

Plan B? Look, T’Pron, there’s no more mission. There’s no Plan B. Please. Go and leave me alone.

He closed his eyes and flopped back on the bed. He wanted, needed this day to be over. Maybe this…abnormality would lessen with time. With some rest. Yes. He relaxed, letting sleep take him as far away from reality as possible.

He awoke with the hugest hard-on of his life trying to rip a hole in his uniform on its way to freedom. The overfilled thing throbbed in his pants. If he didn’t get his dick out of there right now he’d scream. He unzipped the uniform and the cock that sprang out shocked him. Fragg! What the hell?

Pulsing and light green instead of its normal bland skin tone; precum drizzled from the slit, running down the side of his head. His hips lifted of their own accord, as though desperate to penetrate something, even empty air. While his legs remained trapped in the uniform, he reached down and pulled the too-tight fabric away from his swollen, aching balls. Just the brush of his hand near the base of his cock sent contractions up his shaft. He nearly came.

And after Fennik discovers exactly what his new Martian-enhanced cock can do, here’s how it ends:

Plan B. Find female. Impregnate. Hurry.

No. Please. I can’t. He shuddered with shock and resignation. He knew without a shred of doubt T’Pron’s Plan B involved getting every female on Vault 9 pregnant with his now Martian seed. And T’Pron wouldn’t rest until he’d done his bidding. He had no way out.

In The Trouble With Memories, the Martian character’s Plan A was to destroy the Mars base and end the Mars Mission program. When that failed, more drastic measures were needed! And what’s more drastic than a Martian impregnation plan?

Which begs the question, do Martians bring flowers and candy first?

The answer is …um…no.

To learn more about this Martian infestation, see the links below.

Happy reading!

Eva

 

Decadent: http://bit.ly/1inOiKs

Amazon UK:  http://amzn.to/1dVbJaw

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1hsMM6S

 

Author Bio and Contact:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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