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Guest post by Holly Day

On March 20th, it’s Extraterrestrial Abductions Day, and to celebrate I wrote a story. Mars needs women, it’s a known fact, right? In my story, it’s not Mars that needs women but Negudade.

On Negudade the people are huge, they have sharp fangs, bluish-black skin, and a tail. And they need women because the Negudade females have lost interest in reproducing. The entire population have lost most of their emotional responses, and to secure the future of the planet they’re taking women from Earth.

Carlo Russo, one of the main characters, is out late one night with his best friend, Grace, when they find themselves surrounded by aliens. He has never considered the existence of aliens, but he won’t let them take Grace. His fight is short-lived, and soon both of them is on a spaceship leaving Earth and life as they know it behind.

Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons, captain of the spaceship, knows his mission is to bring back females, but he finds the male so much more alluring. Never before has he seen a creature as animated, and he suspects he could spend the rest of his life watching the male and not grow bored.

EXCERPT

The female they’d apprehended together with the male sat on the cot, touching his arm while staring at Ghurva. Not only staring. Zenon had never seen someone look as angry as she did. He studied her to see if she’d grown fangs. No. Claws? No. And there were no spikes coming out of her skin or any visible poison.

“What’s going on?” He directed the question to Ghurva, but it was the female who responded.

“Carlo has a concussion because some fucking brute hit him in the head.” Those hostile eyes turned to him. “He needs to be looked after.”

Zenon tried to make sense of what she said. What was Carlo, fucking, brute, and concussion? He understood she believed he — the male, he assumed — needed to be looked after. “Is it contagious?”

“Are you deliberately stupid?” He would have called what she did snarl, but there were still no teeth to make it look threatening, so he didn’t know if it qualified as a snarl.

Zenon turned to Ghurva. “What does he need?”

“Peace and quiet, and someone who looks after him. It’s not safe for him to sleep with his brain swelling. He can’t see well, and he might be sick again.”

Ghurva looked at the female and then Zenon. “I don’t know.”

“Well, I know!” She was snarling, Zenon couldn’t find any other word fitting for the way she made her face appear. Mated individuals were willing to do whatever they could to defend their mates. The tales told them there was nothing more dangerous than a mated male, but the females could be dangerous too.

Zenon waited a heartbeat to see if she’d attack, but while those strange pale eyes were locked with his, she did nothing to leave the male’s side. “He needs a shower and new clothes.”

Zenon looked at Ghurva again. He wanted to ask if it was safe to touch them, but he couldn’t with them listening.

“Are you deaf?” Now the female stood, and while Zenon didn’t move, he prepared to fight. Deaf, his brain told him she was asking if he was hearing impaired, but the words weren’t there — language chip. It was a neat invention.

“No.”

“So take him!” She gestured at the male. “Shower him. Dress him. And put him somewhere where it’s dark and quiet.”

Zenon didn’t react outwardly. His face remained blank, his muscles relaxed, but everything inside him went on alert. She wanted him to take care of the male? Mates didn’t leave each other’s side, and they did not ask others to look after them when they needed help.

Ghurva cleared his throat. “You want Zenon to care for your mate?”

“I would prefer a doctor, but if this Zenon guy … gal? If Zenon is all you have, then yeah sure, send him to Zenon.”

“I’m Zenon.” Zenon took a step closer.

“Then no. The fucker who hit him looked like you. How many are you here? There was another who looked exactly like you too.”

Zenon swished his tail before he got control over it. Ghurva noticed and widened his eyes. Right then, Zenon wanted to snarl at the stupid eye-widening, but he reminded himself Ghurva was how he was supposed to be, and it was the rest of them who’d developed into something that wasn’t Negudade.

BLURB

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.

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There Will Be Aliens by Holly Day

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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.

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Guest post by Holly Day

Chocolate, anyone? Did you know that the US population spent about 27.4 billion dollars leading up to Valentine’s last year — that’s about $196 per person, on Valentine crap! About $2.4 billion of that money were spent on candy. Candy!

It’s romantic, you might say. I’d disagree, but since I’m here today to tell you about a Valentine story I wrote, I probably shouldn’t say too many negative things about this holiday of *cough* love.

Do you love your partner? Do your partner love you? Do you need roses on the 14th of February to believe it? If you do, I’ll go out on a limb here and say that you’re in trouble. I’m not saying don’t buy your spouse flowers or a box of chocolate if that’s what you want to do.

My husband buys me sharpies on an ordinary Tuesday if he happens to walk past a package with some colours he thinks I’ll like. It means a lot more than a heart-shaped box of chocolate ever will.

For $196 you can buy 288 sharpies or 128.5 pounds of basmati rice if you’d rather feed your family than fill your desk with sharpies. If you were to give your spouse a kiss and DIY a card on the 14th instead of buying anything, you’d be able to put those $196 into an index fund. Say you had a 7% interest and left it there for 20 years. Then you could buy your partner roses for $791.59 in 2041. Cool, ey? Say you’d skip all the Valentine gifts for those 20 years, and put in $196 every year. In 2041 you could take it all out and buy chocolate for $8,839.01.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to turn this into a personal finance lecture LOL. On to the story. It’s Valentine! Elian Hubert teaches history of literature at the university, and Dimitri Petrov got his lower leg blown off by a landmine four years ago while serving in Afghanistan. Since then he suffers from PTSD and doesn’t do well in crowds.

Neither Elian nor Dimitri want to celebrate Valentine, and yet …

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Be Still, My Heart by Holly Day

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Four years ago, Dimitri Petrov had his leg blown off by a landmine while in military service. Suffering from PTSD, he doesn’t do crowds, and he doesn’t do people. If he had his way, he’d never leave his house at all. Dimitri’s sister, Irina, runs a dating agency, and despite that it would be better for business if they had a pretty woman working the front desk, Irina insists Dimitri’s the man for the job.

In a whirlwind of pink shirts, flapping hands, and outrageous flirting enters Elian Hubert. Elian needs a date. Invited to speak on love through time in fiction at a Valentine dinner, there is no way he’s showing up alone. When Dimitri tells him The Single Pursuit is unable to help on such short notice, Elian suggests Dimitri be his date.

Dimitri doesn’t do dates, and he doesn’t do dinners, but Elian’s made him happier in the last few minutes than anyone’s been able to do in years. He might not do Valentine’s, and he might not do gatherings, but maybe he can do Elian … a favor and accompany him to his presentation? If things go too badly, he can always hide behind a curtain and pretend he’s somewhere else.

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Guest post by Holly Day

Hello, everyone! My name is Holly Day, and I thought I’d drop by and tell you a little about my new story Hop Hop, Carrot Top.

Did you know January 12th is Kiss a Ginger Day? It’s been celebrated since 2009 and was created as a reaction to Kick a Ginger Day that came to be in 2008. Kick a Ginger Day led to students being harassed in schools, and at one point there was a Facebook page dedicated to the day — it’s not around anymore.

To make sure I wasn’t lying to you, I went on Facebook and checked. I did not find a Kick a Ginger page, but I found a Jump on a Ginger page. They encourage ginger-making since only 2% of the world’s population has red hair. I think we’re getting off-topic.

Kiss a Ginger Day celebrates redheads, and I’m all for celebrating things. Since, like in the Kick a Ginger example above, gingers often are bullied and made fun of, Kiss a Ginger Day is all about spreading peace and love to gingers.

Show the redheads around you some appreciation — you don’t have to kiss them. These days, I’d strongly advise against it, but you can do something nice for them. If you know any. I’m blessed with having gingers around me, but if you don’t, you can always write a story *wink*

Hop Hop, Carrot Top is about Flynn Thomas who left his hometown twenty years ago and swore to never set foot there again. Six months ago, his mother passed away, and he is back to clear out her house. His plan is to work around the clock to empty the house before anyone realises he’s there.

Things don’t always go as planned, though.

Caspian Cook loved watching Flynn when they were in school. It’s the hair, and the freckles, and the way he moved his hands. He always wondered if the freckles continued from his face and down underneath his shirt. It’s been twenty years, but as soon as he sees Flynn, he realises his desire to watch him hasn’t lessened.

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