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What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve always loved science fiction, and lately I’ve really enjoyed combining science fiction elements with creative eroticism. In my ‘Tales of the Medusa Marines’ series, I’ve enjoyed playing around with really specific, unusual kinks that I find really hot. Like a jungle full of sentient, horny plants. Or my squad of space marines obtaining plant-based mutations which spice up their love lives in some pretty weird ways.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He kissed her, and she felt his passion—his yearning—shoot through her body like a blaster bolt, electrifying her all the way down to her toes. She planted kisses on his cheek, then on his salty neck, then worked her way down his muscular chest. Lana dropped to her knees and eyed the true prize: Sarge’s erect, throbbing cock.
For as long as her patience could bear it, she planted gentle kisses on his head, but soon enough she was running her tongue aggressively up and down the shaft. She took his cock deep into her mouth, wrapping a hand around the base of his member.
Sarge moaned, allowing his body to relax against the tree. Slick with saliva, her lips, tongue, and hand glided up and down his cock. Her other hand meandered down her own body, becoming just as slick as it delved into the reservoir of her own juicy cunt.
Enough of this, she thought. She enjoyed giving him pleasure, but she wanted Sarge’s rock-hard erection inside her. Removing his cock from her throat, she reached up and grabbed his wrist. She shifted her weight, and with lightning quickness, executed a close combat throwing move. Before Sarge—already dazed with sexual pleasure—knew what was happening, he was flat on his back; sprawled out on the jungle floor. Lana pounced on him like a tiger.
“Captain, doesn’t all this fucking create certain issues regarding fraternization?” he asked, looking up at Lana with a sly grin.
“These are extenuating circumstances, sergeant,” she said, maneuvering him into her velvety folds as she sat astride him. “Besides, you’re acting under orders.”