Guest Post Eva Lafoy

I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce you to Eva Lafoy.  4f846cfdf4890ad8956ed4.L._V370957665_

She’s a multi-genre writer with a flare for the fantasy that sci-fi has to offer.  Please help me welcome Eva!

Alien #sex is best with @eva_lefoy and #martians


So, okay. There’s human sex and then there’s a whole host of – other – sex out there on the market. Some of them have their own characteristics, others are a mixed bad. And in romance and erotica, nobody’s a bad lover! Wheee!

You’ve got:


Werewolves – and every other form of “were” such as werepuma, werelion, werebear or you can call them all shifters etc. Selkies too.



Robots /Androids

Angels / Demons




And many more.

So you see, we’ve got a variety here to choose from. Basically as humans, we’ll make out with anything that moves and has good enough equipment! But seeing as I’m a Star Trek girl, I always seem to gravitate toward the aliens. If only Cardassians were real! I bet they’d win the Superbowl. I can see them now in the lineup with their tight pants… Ahem.

But let’s consider Martians for a second. Martians can do a bang-up job of filling our sexual needs as well. As I write them anyway. They’re ultra-horny, they’re warriors and they pulse on the page like sneaky bad-asses. If they weren’t extinct, they’d surely take over us weakling humans in mere minutes, and enslave us while they run the entire galaxy their way. With Martians, a little is a lot, so I only have them piggy backing on the human’s physiology rather than resurrected in full. Big and green is one thing. An extra “oompf” from an outside source is another. And sometimes all you need is that extra oompf to make everything all good!

Wink wink!


If you think you’ve got trouble with Martians, you haven’t met Capt. California Sykes and his ex- girlfriend Lucy Borasco. Yes, I said ex. But Lucy’s not a girl you say no to for very long…


She touched his leg, felt the cool, strange material underneath the fabric and swallowed. This was her new reality no matter how far-fetched it seemed. Getting used to it would take some time. “Cal, what really happened to you on Mars?”

“Shhhh,” he cooed, using the weight of his muscled frame to force her back onto the bed. “I don’t want to talk about the past right now.” His mouth hovered over hers. “I just want to be with you.”

He shifted and his hard length notched against her pussy. His weight pinned her down, but she had no desire to move. Cal belonged naked and on top of her. Always.

“That’s better.” He covered her lips with light, feathery kisses barely holding back the passion she sensed burning wild inside of him. With a moan, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth inviting his tongue inside. The feel of his lips was the same but the flavor was new, spicy, exciting and she wanted more of it.

His hips bucked, jutting his cock into her soft flesh. “Damn it, Lucy,” he growled into her ear, “there isn’t a man alive that could really forget you. Don’t you ever think so.”

Her hips rose in return, delivering a challenge. She hugged him tighter, the scrape of fabric on fabric dreamy to her ears. “You better hope it stays that way, space cowboy.”

He snickered and raked his teeth along her neck to nibble on her collarbone. “You taste smoky.” The tip of his tongue traced to where the zipper began on her jumpsuit. “And good. Oh, so good.”

He mouthed her zipper, pulling it down with his teeth while she watched, chest tight. Was this really happening or was it only another dream? Please, I don’t want to wake up.

Lips followed along the swell of her breast, pausing at the fabric of her bra. “Yep. I knew it would be black,” he muttered, teeth raking over her tender skin, nudging the fabric aside.

“You knew what?” She sucked in a breath as his lips closed around her nipple. Hot and wet, his tongue lavished attention until the rosy bud tightened and stood, eager for more.

He raked his teeth over the tip and sucked the sensitive, aching tip into his mouth.

She moaned, clenching her fingers in his hair, no longer caring about smoking wires, deadly traps or surprise fugitive lifestyles. “Cal!”

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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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