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Release Blitz: Alien Eyes by Storm Caywood

Alien Eyes | Storm Caywood

Alien Love #2


Publisher: Carnation Books

Cover Artist: Lodestar Author Services

Release Date: June 26, 2020

Length: 44,000 words

Heat Rating: 5 flames

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After Adil and Esihle meet on a space station orbiting alien refugee Esihle’s home planet of Yalaphor, their relationship of lust and intensity gradually blossoms into love.

Now on Yalaphor, the two care for Sehthe, a young girl who has been orphaned by the same war that cast Esihle out of his home.

To keep their new family safe, Esihle and Adil must come face to face with the worst of Yalaphor, each other, and themselves.

This heartfelt follow-up to Storm Caywood’s debut novel, Alien Hands, continues a story of redemption and love.

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Adil joined him in the kitchen. “I saw the bread in the cupboard. Did you make it? Where’d you get flour?”

Esihle ladled the stew into bowls as he answered.

“I made it from thana grass. Nyaniso taught me how.” He remembered his father’s lessons more every day now. He would never be able to tell him this. Living here, and trying to be a good man, made the loss of his father and his own betrayal of his father’s goals a never-healing wound.

“Mm. You’re amazing, Love. We’re eating fresh-baked bread. Incredible.”

“And saving our energy credits for something more pleasurable than mere sustenance.”

They sat down with their bowls and plate of bread. Adil raised his bowl to his lips and drank in some broth before he spoke.

“It also helps the hospital. Blackouts there are a disaster.”

“Was today hard, my dear?”

Adil shrugged. “No more than usual.” He scooped a piece of vegetable onto the piece of bread and chewed it thoughtfully.

As the meal went on, their silence grew companionable. After they ate, Adil did not return to his chair, instead joining Esihle in his sunken nest and stretched out with his head on his belly. Esihle stroked his hair and felt himself begin to rumble. He had almost dozed off when Adil’s voice roused him.

“So, have you thought about it more?”

Esihle hesitated. “I want to. I really do.” He paused, and let his mind wander to child-sized garden tools, a smaller basking rock beside his own. “But, is it really a good time? Are we, would we be, good?”

Adil shook his head. “There’s never a perfect time. As for being good potential parents? Yes, we are, but even if we weren’t ideal, state care is terrible for children. You know that we can offer so much more.”

“I never imagined myself as a parent.”

This wasn’t true.

“I’ve always wanted it. I put aside the desire for a long time, on the station especially.”

Esihle remembered the man he had met. He wasn’t one who put aside desires, though perhaps the deeper ones. He wouldn’t have imagined Adil with children, but that was harsh, in retrospect. He was there, after all, to take care of people. But it seemed like his position on Orbital Base 7 as a relief doctor was as much about the responsibilities he was evading as the ones he was taking on.

Adil kept talking. “But I always wanted it. A chance to do better.”

Do better, do worse. Esihle never thought of his own parents in that way. As if Nyaniso and Zola had been working on a task, and it was his to evaluate. But then, he was always aware, almost always, of the powers that had constrained them. In many ways the Regime had been his parent.

“Esihle? Are you listening?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Dear, my mind wandered. You want us to do better.”

Adil wriggled up by his face, leaned in and kissed him. “I know we’ll do better.” The kiss grew deeper. “I want us to do it. I think it will create a lot of joy. And love.”

The warmth from Adil’s body soothed him, merging with the warmth from the heated floor of their nest. Earth-style furniture was seen as a symbol of the Old Regime, and more and more homes now had nests in place of sofas. Adil, of course, was delighted by the authenticity. Esihle was sure there was nothing more or less authentic about furniture styles. It was all ultimately arbitrary. He suspected Adil was enamored with this reminder of his people’s reptilian roots. Though he couldn’t judge him for that, not with the satisfaction he took in stroking Adil’s soft hair and soaking in his mammalian warmth.

Adil grew warmer to the touch as they kissed more, pressing their bodies to each other. Esihle could feel his chest rise and fall in the rhythm of his breath. He straddled Adil and began kissing down his body, stopping to lick and bite at his nipples. He’d been so fascinated by these on Adil, his first Human lover. By the feel of them to his fingers and lips and tongue, by the whimpering noises he could draw out of Adil just with a twist, a little bite. He nipped his right nipple a little harder and Adil cried out. He soothed it with his tongue, put a comforting hand there, and continued working down his body…


About the Author

Storm Caywood is a lesbian author living in Western New York with her family and pets. Her writing career started with distributing her girl-detective stories to friends in the third grade.

Alien Eyes is her second published work. When she isn’t writing, you can find her reading, puttering in the yard, or swooning over Star Trek.

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Release Blitz: Chasing the Horizon by Zenith Aislin

Chasing the Horizon | Zenith Aislin

Horizons Series #1


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In fair Aeroterra where we lay our scene
Two star-crossed terrans flee
On whose flights learn what it is to be free.

Konnor Tendarian, Prince of Seslin – one of the wealthiest kingdoms of Aeroterra – is locked away inside his father’s castle. As he comes of age, it’s harder and harder to hide that he’s a sacra, an inferior type of terran according to their father, and not the heir he was supposed to be.

Prince Daxton Austeareus is living the easy life, free from responsibility despite the raids plaguing their borders. His father tries to reel him in by arranging a marriage to the Seslin prince – a complete stranger to Dax.

Dax and Konnor both run from their homes, and a marriage they’re not ready for. When they cross paths on their journeys, an undeniable, magnetic draw between them derails both of their paths and brings them closer to the fate they tried so hard to avoid.


A Rare Find

The sun was shining bright, bringing long-awaited warmth to the Seslin Castle Town. Konnor smiled, tilting vis head up to the sun. The warmth on vis face made vis skin glow gold, catching the eye of several terrans walking by. The town square was packed with terrans milling about and checking out the different booths. The Festival of the Rising Sun happened only once a year, everyone would be back to their routines the next day, but today was the national holiday that marked the peak of summer—and Konnor’s favorite day of the year. Most of the year was winter in Seslin. The town was stuck between the two biggest mountain ranges of Aeroterra and did not enjoy the sunniest of weather. But the sun and the heat weren’t why Konnor liked this day so much. Today, ve could freely roam around Seslin Castle Town. Vis mati required vis presence during the royal speech, but other than that, ve was free to explore all ve wanted.

Konnor walked around the plaza, a faint sound of penny whistles reaching vis ears through the hum of the crowd. Ve stopped at a booth selling little, golden trinkets called Palm Flowers. Everyone was walking around with at least one of the metal flowers resting on their shoulder or in their hair. There was a small collection of gasps as people parted from the booth to make room for Konnor at the front. With Konnor’s fiery red hair and pale golden skin ve stood out quite a lot from the rest of the terrans with their pale blue skin, hair, and eyes. Ve let out a sigh and picked up one of the metal buds. Gears in the base started clicking, powered by the heat of Konnor’s hand. The metal petals curled open; the petals themselves were shiny gold and surrounded a small gemstone in the middle. The gem was a deep blue color that seemed to have flecks of red and gold in the middle that swirled and glowed. It was mostly round except for one side that seemed to have a small chunk missing.

“You’re very lucky, your highness.” Konnor looked up at the merchant. The merchant was wearing a tattered, grease-stained apron with vis hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. “That’s amouranium. It’s very rare. It’s a lover’s stone and it’s believed that all amouranium stones were once in pairs but were separated over time. Your true love will find the other half and the draw of the stones will bring you together.”

Konnor stared at the flower. Ve could feel some power inside the gem seeping into vis palm. “How much for the flower?”

“Oh, no, please take it.”

Konnor looked up, narrowing vis eyes. The calloused hands of the merchant spoke of how much labor ve had put into the items. Ve doubted the merchant could afford to give any piece away. Ve glanced at the people around vim. “How much would you charge someone else?”

Ve swallowed and shook vis head. “N-normally forty gemma, but I couldn’t ask that of you.”

Ve reached into vis pocket and took out a pouch of small, black stones. Ve had them separated into groups of ten. Ve took out sixty of the stones and set them on the table. “You should charge more. Your work deserves to be valued.”

Before the merchant could say anything further, ve turned and walked quickly away from the booth. Vis mati often told vim ve was too soft when it came to the citizens, but Konnor couldn’t help it. Ve wouldn’t see anyone or any part of Seslin Castle Town again until the next year’s festival.

About the Author

Zenith Aislin is a cosplayer and author who loves to bring his favorite characters to life. At every anime convention he attends, he brings a special flare to the characters he cosplays and he aims to do the same with his books, bringing his own unique flare to books and writing #ownvoices stories.

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Enchanted Woods Publishing is a proudly trans-owned, independent publisher. We focus on LGBT books by self-identifying LGBT authors.

​At Enchanted Woods Publishing, no story is too different for us. We want to share stories, voices, and ideas that challenge the status quo and break down stereotypes.

​We pride ourselves on being a platform for nontraditional fiction that goes beyond being an LGBT publisher. We are a publisher of the uncommon opinion that other publishers felt “weren’t a good fit” because we believe that not every book should be made from a cookie cutter. Books should be a representation of the diversity of our readers.

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Release Blitz: Peacemaker by E.M. Hamill

Peacemaker | E.M. Hamill

Dalí Tamareia #2

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Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: Monday, March 2, 2020

Length: 78,000

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

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Third-gender operative Dalí Tamareia thought their life as an ambassador ended when they joined a galactic intelligence agency. When they’re yanked out of the field and tapped to negotiate the surrender of deadly bio-engineered warriors who crashed into hostile territory, Dalí is thrust headfirst back into the tumultuous world of galactic diplomacy.

Dalí has faced Shontavians before, but not like these. The stranded mercenaries are highly intelligent and have an agenda of their own. Dalí can’t afford to be distracted from the negotiations by their own demons or the presence of a charming diplomat with a mysterious past.

As a brewing civil war threatens to derail the entire mission, Dalí must use all their skills to bring this dangerous situation to a peaceful end—but the Shontavians may not be the biggest monsters at the table. Someone is determined to see Dalí and their team dead before they discover the brutal truth hiding in the wreckage.

Warnings: Violence, Violent death, PTSD

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I took a quick turn in the cleanser to rid my skin and hair of the tacky residue left by the decon spray. In the warmth and vibration, I shuddered as the last of the physical characteristics I’d adapted to pass as male shifted back into my neutral, sexless state. My crewmates didn’t expect me to assume a gender, something for which I remained grateful. Without hormone stimulation to drive the change, the process was more painful, and my shoulders complained against the grind of bone and muscle.

I tamed my wavy brown mop as best I could, drawing it into a short, braided queue at the back of my neck before putting on the dress black uniform hanging in my quarters. The white starburst of diplomacy blazed in holographic relief on my left shoulder with the multiarmed spiral of the Remoliad’s sigil on the opposite sleeve.

To be back in the uniform of an ambassador felt strange. Transient reflections in the narrow window showed a me I hadn’t acknowledged in over two years. I barely recognized the echo of who I used to be, a transparent ghost against the stars outside.

The reason I had been pulled out of the field began to make sense, though I still didn’t know what the assignment entailed. Time to find out.

At the closed door of Sumner’s ready room, I tugged at the tunic’s high collar, squared my shoulders, and tapped on the panel to request entry.

“Commander. Permission to enter?”

“Granted.” The door slid aside with his verbal acknowledgment. I stepped through.

Silhouetted by the flicker of busy data screens behind the desk, Sumner wore a black uniform with insignias of diplomatic service similar to mine but without the starburst rank of ambassador. Instead, he wore the pips of an officer in the Remoliad Fleet on the high neck of his collar. He stared at the screen of a PDD, his expression dark and troubled.

Sumner glanced up and a crooked grin formed on his lips as he rose. “Ambassador Tamareia. I haven’t seen you in a while.”

His vocal inflections sounded almost normal, but his eyes still held frost. We were never this formal with each other, a sign of the tension between us.

“I haven’t seen me in a long time either. It feels very strange.” I took a deep breath. “I would like to apologize for my insubordination, especially for what I said in med bay, Commander. I was out of line.” Embarrassment burned in my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze. “I owe Melos and Ziggy more than an apology. I was under the influence on a mission, and I put the lives of my teammates in danger. I will accept the consequences of my actions as you deem appropriate.”

“Grab a chair.” He gestured opposite his desk, and I sat. “I think I owe you an apology as well. I’ve gotten used to autonomy. When some bureaucrat tells me to drop whatever I’m doing and pull my operatives in the middle of a potentially productive mission, it pisses me off. The order to recall you came from so far over my head I got vertigo. The rest is just the frost on the comet, and it pushed me over the line.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for the vendetta remark.”

“No, you were right. I needed to be reminded why I’m here. You promised only that I will be involved when we take them down, not that I would be the instrument.” No matter how badly I wanted the privilege, I had a bigger job to do. “Who told you to recall me?”

His mouth twisted in an ironic smile. “The Remoliad security council.”

My eyebrows threatened to merge with my hairline. “The security council has authority over the Penumbra?”

“Technically. My superior answers to the secretary general, but it’s almost unheard of to receive a direct order from any office.”

“I don’t understand.” I frowned. “Did my mother have anything to do with this?”

“No, Ambassador Urquhart isn’t involved as far as we can tell. We checked since the order was so specific. But I just received more details.” He handed me the data device he’d been scowling at when I came in. “Against all previous declarations of disdain for galactic alliance, the Ursetu recently issued an emergency petition for their planet to become a member of the Remoliad.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and took the PDD. “I saw something about that in my debriefing file. The crown princess is dead?”

“Yes. The queen and her grandson, Prince Razaxha, are still alive.”

“What happened? Was the planet attacked?”

“Yes and no.” He swept his hand and a heads-up display swirled into view between us. “I’ll warn you up front, this is brutal.”

The wreck of some immense ship blighted the forested grounds of a ziggurat-like palace, silhouetted against the backdrop of a sharp black mountain. Columns of smoke and flames traced the outline of warped and twisted debris. The recording lens zoomed in on a section of the disaster where tiny flashes of light sparked and died. As the picture enlarged, I sat forward in shock.

“Enhance this area.” Sumner circled the spot on the heads-up and spread his fingers. The portion of the holovid expanded, grainy, blurred, and blocked by foliage, but I made it out plainly enough. Enormous, gray-skinned figures piled out of the wreckage.


The four-armed beings appeared unstoppable as they swatted aside the Ursetu and their guns, snatched up the soldiers with their sharp-taloned hands and—

A psychic memory of the taste of blood and entrails hit me so hard I fought the urge to vomit.

“Stop the playback!” I drew heavy breaths through my nose until the nausea passed and my heart stopped pounding. Sumner swept his hand over the enlarged holo, reducing details to a safe distance as my mind attempted to process what I’d seen.

A ship hadn’t crashed in the middle of an Ursetu city. It was the orbiting laboratory where Shontavians were engineered and kept isolated until their sale to whomever bought their mercenary services. It crashed into the planet or was deliberately brought down.

By whom?

The Ursetu faced monsters of their own making—huge, intelligent creatures with the serrated teeth and claws of a predator, created solely for fighting wars. And they had a craving for sentient meat.

About The Author

E.M. Hamill

Elisabeth “E.M.” Hamill is a nurse by day, unabashed geek, chocoholic, sci fi and fantasy novelist by nights, weekends, and whenever she can steal quality time with her laptop. She lives with her family, a dog, and a cat in the wilds of eastern suburban Kansas, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse.

Her other books include the acclaimed sci fi novel Dalí, the snarky urban fantasy Nectar and Ambrosia, and several short works of fiction. Visit http://www.elisabethhamill.com for a full list of literary work.

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