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Valmont, Michelle Marquis Reviews For TORRID TEASERS Volume 21 by Cheri Valmont & Michelle Marquis "Michelle Marquis penned a wonderful short story with Her Alien Lover. The attraction between Jenna and Severin is apparent in their every word to each other and the sex scenes are definitely hot." - Tara Renee, Two Lips Reviews Sex Machine is a fun story perfect for as a quick read. Cheri Valmont does a remarkable job developing her characters in such a short tale. There is humor and passion and the relationship between Zand and Teena did not seem forced. Sex Machine is a nice example of Cheri Valmont’s talent. Rating 4 kisses, Reviewer: Tara Renee, TwoLips Reviews Her Alien Lover is a short story about a race of aliens that I found myself jonesing for. The AEssyrians are brutal, horny and possessive to a fault with more bad habits than good, but every time I read one of their stories I feel myself sinking more and more into their world. Indy, Joyfully Reviewed 5 Angels from FAR In both stories [Her Alien Lover and Sex Machine] the sci-fi aspects are great, but it is the stories and their heat that draws you into their worlds. To be taken into such divergent worlds in two stories has me clamoring for more. The characters take you away, making you heat up on a cold wintry day! Make sure you have your glass of ice water to cool off as you read word after titillating word by Cheri Valmont and Michelle Marquis as they take you to worlds designed to make readers sit up and take notice. Enticed by two great stories, encourages me to go look for more books by these writing gurus; their prose nabbed me from beginning to end. Reviewed by: Wendi Sample Chapter For TORRID TEASERS Volume 21 by Cheri Valmont & Michelle Marquis Her Alien Lover Jenna stepped off the shuttle into the dry, hot air of Puma and wondered what in the world possessed her to volunteer for this. A strong wind brushed her face carrying with it the sickening stench of rotten eggs. Must be a gas pocket nearby venting sulfur. Just like in hell. She shouldered her carry-on bag, and made her way to the check-in tent to join the line of grumpy passengers. “Next,” shouted the astro-marine, a blonde crewcut gentleman with a hard chiseled face. Jenna moved up and plopped her purse on the desk so she could fish for her ID and orders. The astro-marine shoved the bag off onto the floor without a word and gave her a contemptuous stare. She stared right back. “What the hell did you do that for?” “All baggage stays on the floor, ma’am,” he said, pointing to the sign above his head. The sign was white with harsh black letters stenciled on it. Oddly, it reminded her of the astro-marine, harsh and unwelcoming. “No baggage on the counter. Just like the sign says. Can I have your orders please?” Sighing, she crouched and pulled a folded bunch of papers from her overstuffed bag. “Here,” she said, thrusting them at him and flashing him her ID. The astro-marine took the papers and read them carefully. “Another biologist, just what we needed,” he mumbled. She stifled a protest. She really didn’t want to get into a confrontation with him right now. All she wanted was some decent noncryo-induced sleep. He signed the last page of her papers and shoved them back at her. “Join the blue party to your left, please,” he said, already shifting his attention to the next passenger behind her. Jenna struggled with her bag and the papers as she made her way over to a roped off section with a giant blue dot on the floor. Bill Markus and Jim Flanders, two MIT grads she knew from Earth, were both standing by a podium. She made her way over to them and gave them a warm smile. They greeted her, and Bill helped her settle her bag on the ground. “Welcome to Puma,” he joked, beads of sweat rolling off the sides of his pasty brow. Bill was a heavyset man who tended to sweat even under the best of conditions. He raked his fingers through his thinning brown hair. Jenna tugged at her shirt collar a few times trying to get a breeze down her shirt. This was going to be a hell of a deployment, on a sweltering jungle of a planet. She gestured to the podium and looked at Jim. “What’s this for?” Jim gave her one of his infectious smiles. Like Bill, he looked to be somewhere in his mid-forties, only he had all of his dark brown hair and a much more athletic build. He was still paunchy though, like her. Sitting in a lab all day did take its toll on the human body. “Probably one of those ‘don’t-mess-with-the-aliens’ speeches,” he said. Jenna pulled her honey blonde hair into a ponytail and rolled her eyes. “As if we won’t be busy enough.” Bill gave her a curious look. “Why are you here? I thought you said the last time we spoke that Robert told you no more deployments.” Jenna felt her gut wrench. Robert. She should have known that subject might come up. “We’re divorced,” she said, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. Bill looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. “Sorry,” he said in a soft voice. Jenna shrugged. She hoped she appeared more at ease than she felt. “Forget it.” A dark uniformed man with grey hair and a full beard squeezed through the group of scientists and made his way up to the podium. He adjusted the microphone’s height and tapped it a few times to make sure it was working. It made a muffled pounding in their ears. When he appeared satisfied, he cleared his throat. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” Everyone fell silent and turned their focus to him. “We have a few rules I need to go over with you before we take you to your barracks. Once we’re done here, you’ll be able to get to your rooms and unwind, so the quieter you are the faster this will go.” A few of the scientists near the front folded their arms but everyone remained silent. The man glanced down at some notes. “My name is Captain Ross O’Bannon and I’m in charge of you all while you’re here. If any of you have problems or concerns, you are to bring them to me. Also, as many of you may know, there is a garrison of AEssyrian soldiers here. Please keep your distance from them. They’re an aggressive alien race and we don’t need any of you causing an intergalactic incident.” Jenna scowled and joined the collective groan of the crowd. Did they think they were dealing with children? It was very unlikely that anyone in the science sector was going to start any incidents with the resident aliens. But if ever there was a race not to get into an altercation with, it was the AEssyrians. A race legendary for warfare, most males averaged close to seven feet tall and usually were heavily armed with a sword and numerous knives. They were an attractive race, but their green skin, reptilian eyes and predatory teeth made most humans keep their distance. After a few more rules were announced, they were all escorted down a long, dirt path to the barracks. Jenna followed closely behind her two male companions. She was already feeling homesick. She made her way across the compound, glanced through the gates, and then she spotted him. The first thing that struck her was his human appearance but he was much taller than a human man. She estimated his height close to six foot six. He was also shockingly handsome. He had a tough, masculine face and long, black hair that hung free except for two braids at each temple. His body was a fortress of muscle, framed in alien armor with ornamental designs. Mounted on a lizard-horse, called a Hyperia, he rode before a squadron of men passing by the compound’s perimeter fence. Jenna had never seen anything like him and despite her good sense, she stared. In that guilty moment, he looked up and met her gaze with stunning golden eyes. Heat crept into her cheeks but she couldn’t look away. His gaze seemed to penetrate her, filling her with a sudden carnal longing. Jenna felt her breath catch in her throat. Warm lust filled her body, as she imagined that beautiful and savage alien taking her in every way that pleased him. Jenna walked up alongside Captain O’Bannon. “Who’s that human-looking AEssyrian?” she said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. The captain glanced over at the alien soldier then gave her a searching look. Finally he said, “His name is Severin—don’t know much about him except he’s a colonel in the AEssyrian army. His father’s a half-human, half-AEssyrian general. Don’t let his looks fool you,” he said, misreading her curiosity. “He’s no more human than the rest of them.” The Sex Machine “Congratulations, Mistress.” Teena Andrenas jumped when the deep sexy voice came out of the gorgeous android before her. Although, she should have expected it. He was one of the extremely rare Zand pleasure ’droids she’d only heard rumors about. She never thought she’d get her hands on one—literally. “Thank you, uh… What are you called?” she asked, after she realized the work order had not given a specific name for the ’droid. “I am called Zand Ten, Mistress.” Since he’d risen from his place on her worktable, Teena was feeling small and fragile next to the muscular six foot four pleasure ’droid dream. She even found herself feeling flustered in his company, now that she’d repaired his circuits and he looked, to all appearances, like a living, breathing person. Even knowing he was an android built specifically to bring only sexual pleasure to another person, she couldn’t suppress her instinctive response to him. His midnight black hair and smoky gray eyes would cause any sexual being’s circuits to sizzle. Stop it, Teena; you’re above all this nonsense! But as the ’droid observed her attentively, Teena felt her heart kick into double time. How clever of Zand Robotics to build such an appealing pleasure ’droid. If she had the funds, she wouldn’t mind owning one herself. Who was she kidding? She’d never brought up enough nerve to be intimate with a real person—much less this mechanical hunk that was rumored to be geared to fulfill any being’s fantasy. “Can I assist you, Mistress?” The ’droid’s voice jerked her out of her reverie. “What? Oh, sorry!” Damn, now she was apologizing to the thing. “No, Zand Ten. You must be the last model. I heard they only made ten.” “You are correct, Mistress, I am the last Zand my master made.” Zand Ten kept his steady gaze on her. “Your master?” Teena turned away from the ’droid’s unsettling eyes, but couldn’t resist muttering, “What I wouldn’t give to meet that master.” “You may do so, Mistress.” “What!” Teena swung back around to face Zand Ten again and found him grinning at her with a smugness she never expected from a machine. “Indeed, Mistress, since you were clever enough to repair me, my master has programmed an invitation for you to be brought to Zand headquarters and make his acquaintance. If that is your desire?” Having a gorgeous man, albeit even only an android, ask her if something was her desire, brought thoughts of the risqué kind quickly to mind. Especially a naked android, which was probably why she was becoming so agitated in his presence. Although she still hadn’t answered his question, something in her eyes must have triggered his pleasure ’droid senses, because he moved closer to her and slid his arms around her. “Zand Ten, what are you doing!” she demanded, and although she was tempted to melt into his arms, the thought that he was a ’droid couldn’t be dispersed. “What is your desire, Mistress? I’ve been built to fulfill any fantasy you might wish.” Teena pressed her hands against his steel hard chest; she was tempted to knead the synthetic material that would deceive anyone into believing he was a flesh and blood person. “Sorry, stud, not enough privacy,” she used as an excuse, as if she might offend his nonexistent feelings. Zand Ten looked around at the other inactivated androids all waiting for her attention. “Is there another place we might go for an interlude, Mistress?” “Steady, buddy, I’ve got a lot of work to do and you have an owner waiting impatiently for your return.” The ’droid gave her a sexy smile as if he knew his own worth. Had this machine been programmed to have emotions somehow? It would be a first. For years the foremost experts in the field had been attempting to do just that. Could Zand Robotics have succeeded where everyone else had failed? She would be interested to find out. Maybe she would take up the proffered offer and hopefully meet the person responsible for the creation of, in Teena’s mind, the perfect male. “What a pity, Mistress. It would have been my pleasure to please you.” And before she knew what he was about to do, he pulled her into his arms for an intense and extremely erotic kiss. When he finally released her from his potent embrace, Teena almost swooned with ecstasy. Mercy! If she hadn’t known his owner would frown upon her using him once he was reactivated, Teena might have considered taking Zand Ten up on his offer. “Thanks for the offer, Zand Ten, but I do think I will accept your other offer.” The ’droid seemed to smile knowingly. “You are interested in meeting the master?” “Well…yes…I wouldn’t mind asking him a couple of questions.” “I’m sure it will be his pleasure to answer them, Mistress. If you will furnish me with my clothing, I will escort you to him.” Teena scooted backward out of his loose grasp. “Now hold on, buddy. I can’t go now. I’ve got too much to do, and I’m sure your owner wouldn’t like it if I went traipsing around the city with you. Can I get a rain check?” Zand Ten actually seemed to give a disappointed frown when she refused to go at that moment. “If you do not come with me now, you will have to go on your own. But you will get to meet my master’s first Zand ’droid, if you go.” Then his smile returned to his finely chiseled features, as if he knew he would be tempting her to do it just for that reason. “I’ll think about it.” Although she was trying to sound uninterested, Zand Ten’s smile broadened. How could a machine sense her feelings? She had several questions she wanted to put to the head of Zand Robotics. It was the one thing Teena would be willing to leave her quiet, solitary, safe world to find out. |