Shoon Joining by Jude Mason

Well Ms. Mason has done it again! Her creative mind has traveled to the future and the far reaches of outer space in this entertaining and too hot to handle story!! The Shoon are a peaceful race out to share their knowledge with as many open-minded beings as possible. Too bad the Federation sees themselves as superior to all and are out to concur any who get in their way.

You'll want to join this peace 'lovin' race once you treat yourself to a lil alien lovin!

Stephanie


Shoon Joining
by Jude Mason


Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 978-1-59426-868-7
Genre: Sci-Fi
Price: $3


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Coerced into negotiating with the alien race, the Shoon, Earthman Ambassador Trevor Sloan finds himself tossed into a scenario never before faced. Imprisoned by a corrupt bureaucracy, then rescued by his lover, they fight together, along with the Shoon, to end the ills of humanity .


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Trevor eased forward, his cock slowly sinking deeper into the soft, wet folds of Amanda's cunt. Growling, he clenched his ass, straining to control the speed and depth of his thrust. "Hold still, babe," he whispered, arching his back. Sweat trickled off him and onto the lush curves of the woman beneath him. Her thighs tightened around his waist, but thankfully didn't pull him in.

Amanda, her dark eyes gazing up into his, smiled and clenched her inner muscles, as if tempting him to let go. Encouraging him to lose control and plunder her, like he would some outlander whore. He balanced on his knees and one hand; the other went to her breasts, the nipples like beacons, calling for attention. He tweaked the puckered nub closest, dragging a moan of pleasure from her, then shifted to the other where he administered the same teasing pinch. Softly at first, but wanting more reaction from her, he tightened his fingers and thumb until her moan grew to just the right pitch.

"Damn you, Trevor Sloan," she snarled in that sweet sexy voice he'd learned to love, "fuck me. Hard. Now!"

Chuckling, he slammed himself in deep, and had to bite his lip to keep from shooting. He kept still, one hand on her breast, the fingers digging into the soft mound, the other beside her shoulder on the bed. The orgasm he fought to hold off lunged nearer. His balls tensed, moved higher in their sac readying to loose a stream of come that he'd too long held at bay.

"What's this?" he asked in a voice much calmer than he'd dared hope for. "Trying to give the Ambassador orders, are you?"

"Bastard!" she groaned. Digging her fingers into his hips, she tried to guide him. Urged him to pull out, then slam back into her clutching pussy.

Trevor relented and eased out of her, then thrust back in. His body trembled, the lust mounting ever higher.

"Ambassador Sloan," the voice seemed to come from all around him, frantic, commanding, not to be ignored. "Ambassador Sloan, you're needed at the ready room, now! This is no drill. You're needed now!"

Trevor lunged ahead, desperately trying to ignore those words. He needed to come. He was near the moment of being able to deny the animal need. But, again the call came, louder, more insistent. "Ambassador Sloan. Respond please. Respond immediately."

With a roar of frustration, Trevor pulled away from the clutching woman beneath him and rose from the bed.

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Something touched his arm, awakening him from his much-needed slumber. TTrevor stretched, and rolled onto his back to look up at AAmanda. Her eyes shone with excitement. Her smile lit up her entire face, and the space around her/them. Naked, she stood at his side, facing him unabashed as she never would have before the Joining. High breasted, slender of waist, and with an abundantly round bottom that made her hips seem slightly too large until you actually got hold of her, his memory of their lovemaking came to the forefront of his mind.

She must have caught some of his thoughts because her smile broadened and she swayed her hips from side to side, as if encouraging him to reach for her.

"They never left," she said, drawing his attention to her face, her lips. She turned, twirled, reveling in the symbiosis.

He felt her emotions, caught most of her thoughts as she was so near. "No, they never left. We never left. We're part of them now, AAmanda. You and I, and the myriad of other races Joined with the Shoon. They shifted out of phase with the rest of the universe. The ship was here waiting all the time."

She paused, as if digesting what he'd said before adding, "Yes, I understand. But…"

He sat up, his hands going out to her. Stroking her outer thighs, he pulled her closer and rested his forehead on her hip. The soft tendrils on his face mixed and mingled with those on her leg, causing him to quiver. "But," finally he urged and leaned forward to kiss her thigh.

She looked down at him, and with a wistful sigh, stroked his head. "But." She eased her leg forward, moved her foot so it pressed against his leg. "They didn't have to ask for a meeting. They're…" She stopped, thought a moment then went on, "We, the Shoon, are immensely more powerful than the Federation."

"Yes, but, power isn't the answer, is it?" He shifted onto his knees and wrapped his arms around her hips, drawing her closer. He buried his face into her silken pubes. The scent of woman surrounded him, enveloped him, and he inhaled deeply trying to get every last ounce of her essence. Dampness touched his nose when he burrowed deeper. Tilting his head back, he ran his tongue along her inner thigh until he encountered her curly locks, and puffy folds of her cunt. The sensation was amazing. Not only his own, but he got a second blast from AAmanda when he sent his mind out to her. She clenched on the tip of his tongue when it slipped inside, and he felt lightheaded with lust. His cock ached with that dull need he'd thought only happened when he was denied release for weeks. He climaxed just a short time ago, yet he felt as if he was about to explode any second.

Cat's Claw by Jude Mason

You cannot meet a more sexy, sassy, or imaginative than Ms. Jude Mason! She has come up with some of the most amazing concepts, not to mention just down right H-O-T! Not only is CC a re-issue, but with each version there is so much improvement its a pleasure to watch her grow.

I can't wait to see what this brilliant mind churns out next!

Stephanie

Cat's Claw by Jude Mason

Publisher: Phaze

Cover by Alessia Brio

ISBN 978-1-59426-770-3

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The death of a long time friend, leads Morgan Fields on an extraordinary quest into the backwoods where she finds love and so much more. Joshua Lansing, the son of her deceased friend helps her explore the heritage she never knew was hers.

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Off balance, Morgan hesitated. Feeling a little foolish, after all this was where she'd been going, she strode through the door. The home she stepped into was like nothing she'd ever seen before. It was divided into two rooms; the room she stood in was the main one, a combination living room, kitchen and bedroom, straight ahead and to her right, she saw a partially opened door that led into a bathroom. Dark, richly oiled wood was everywhere; the floor, walls and ceiling. Even the countertops in the kitchen were a polished lighter wood, as was the headboard of the bed, which was placed at the left wall in a kind of alcove created by the bathroom wall. A large stone fireplace dominated the room. That's where the light came from that she'd seen and fled towards. Earth tones of browns, greens and oranges made up the colors of almost everything: bedding, the cover on the single couch and chair that faced the fireplace, as well as the heavy drapes that were drawn back from the windows.

"I asked who you were, lady." Joshua interrupted her silent appraisal of his domain. She looked back at him with a pang of regret. She hated being the bearer of bad news, even when she had no choice.

"I'm sorry," she stammered and turned to face him. "This is amazing, your place I mean." She did a slow spin, getting one last good look at the place and him, before breaking the news. "My name's Morgan Field. I knew your father—"

"Knew?" he interrupted, frowning. "You said you knew him. Has something happened to my father?"

"I'm sorry." She hated the quiver in her voice. At that moment, she'd have given anything to be somewhere else, have someone else break the news to this gorgeous man. Taking a deep breath, she went on before she lost her courage. "Your father passed away a week ago yesterday. I'm the executor of his will, he—"

"Passed away?" He looked as if she'd punched him in the stomach. His face paled, a haunted look shadowed his eyes. "You mean he's dead? My father's dead?"

"Yes," she said as softly and as gently as she knew how. His sorrow was like a blanket wrapping around not only him, but also her and the room. She dropped her bag and took a step towards him. "I'm so sorry."

Before she could say anything else, Joshua staggered and looked as if he was going to collapse. She lunged forward, slipping an arm around his waist. Taking his other arm, she wrapped it around her shoulders and guided him to the large, comfortable-looking couch.

The warm flesh of his hip under her palm stirred a longing she'd been trying to ignore ever since she'd seen him. The towel did almost nothing to hide his firm body. It had been much too long since she'd had a man. Circumstances made that difficult for her at the best of times. A flash of memory, a re-occurring dream, or nightmare of passion, of tearing flesh, the taste of blood in her mouth and a craving that left her weak and trembling, all mixed together made her shudder. Determinedly pushing her desire for him aside, she focused on getting him to sit down before he fell down. It was not the time to let her own problems surface. Glancing through the nearby window she saw the soft moonlight, and felt the pang of a longing she'd kept hidden all her life.

She heard a soft groan when she eased him down, and felt the muscles in his chest writhe when she pressed her palm against him. A familiar response to tension she thought; inside she had a niggling glimmer of something else.

"I haven't seen him for almost two years," Joshua said abruptly. As if that first confession broke the lock, the rest came tumbling out. "We disagreed about some things. Family mostly, they seemed important at the time. Funny," he looked into her eyes, and she saw the heart-wrenching pain of his loss, "it doesn't seem important now. I'd give anything to see him one last time. Tell him I loved him. Tell him that both of us were right."

Joshua lurched to his feet and pushed past her, nearly knocking her over. Startled, she reached out and grabbed. The towel came away without so much as a tug.

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