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Taliasman by Anastasia Vitsky
“If I had been born a boy, I would have followed in my father’s footsteps to become a tradesman. Because I was a girl, he sold me instead.”

So begins the tale of Talia, a woodworker’s daughter who is sold for a sackful of gold. Queen Vina appears at the cottage of Talia, a nineteen year old whose family is too poor for her to marry. Vina takes Talia to her palace, and the girl discovers unexpected love.

What’s a Moon Colony without a Spanking Franchise? by Kate Richards
But Harlan, a simple college professor and trainee of The Trainer isn’t sure how well his tools will work in the lower gravity chosen by the denizens of this strange place. What he needs is someone to try them out on. But the client who presents herself is not exactly the girl next door…

Bred for Love: Tika is Chosen by Eve Langlais
Abducted and raised in a commune on a planet with two indigo suns, Tika has no idea she’s part of a specialized breeding program created to provide healthy human females to men of power in need of a perfect mate.

But Tika has no intention of behaving. What she doesn’t count on is her new owner enjoying the challenge.

Taming the Wolf by Anne Odom
The time machine is broken, and there’s a wolf in the control room. What’s an inventor to do when his project is failing, his lover is wicked, and his patience is stretched?

No More Lizards by Sue Lyndon
Anya is determined to help her stern alien husband, Roc, find his sense of humor. Putting a native lizard-like creature known as an ebbra under their bedcovers seems like a good idea. It’s funny. At least Anya thinks so…until her husband decides a certain naughty little prankster needs to go over his knee. Will Anya ever succeed in coaxing a smile out of Roc, or is the cultural divide between them too great to find some common ground?

Red Moon Rising by Erzabet Bishop
When you can’t be who you are where do you turn?

When you thought the love of your life was lost only to find her again how do you choose between yesterday and tomorrow.

A hereditary witch, Detective Devi Watson fought long and hard to become a cop in a witch hating world. Forced to turn her back on her coven and her family she lost everything that mattered most. Her girl Astrid included. Some choices a woman should never have to make. When witches begin to die and Astrid is threatened, the carefully constructed wall around Devi’s past begins to crumble.

Who is she? Hereditary witch or a student of law and logic? Can Devi reconcile the demons that haunt her and face the red moon rising…

Oh, What the Hell by Maren Smith
May has for a long time now suffered in her attraction to shipmate, Vek. That Vek is a praying mantis-like Klik’vok is entirely beside the point. Her fickle woman’s heart has spoken and tonight is the night she’s going to do something about it. Because surely, once a woman gets past the whole “bug exterior” thing, then any other obstacles must be easy, right?

Skin by Leigh Ellwood
Different planets abide by different rules, and when Andromeda breaks one she must accept the punishment. When her ship’s captain elects to administer the penalty, she finds being the bad girl feels quite good.

Replicated Consequences by Jessica E. Subject
After Darryl Malloy’s wife is killed in combat, he doesn’t expect to find her standing on his door step. Only she is not his wife, but a clone, armed with a paddle.

Jen & Maddy by Cathy Pegau
When Maddy stops by her girlfriend’s lab, she helps by testing the mind-reading equipment. To her shock, all of her deepest longings are laid bare. Will she scare Jen away, or will they take their relationship to the next level?

Research Purposes Only by Eva Lefoy
From my research, species across the galaxy have one thing in common: they all have some hidden kink. Whether its tentacle restraints, breath play or even the more uncommon fire play, they all have tricks up their sleeve. Join me as I visit the Utai and get a first-hand taste of how sweet their punishment for a simple crime can be.

Flame on a Fire by Carole Cummings
Exposition and development masquerading as a PWP. Or vice versa. Depending on your perspective. But hey, either way—bondage!


… and all of that’s just your tease. 🙂


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SciSpanks Anthology will be released.

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And a close up of the cover where you can SEE MY NAME. I mean – HOW COOL IS THAT????



Written for the Hot Summer Flash Bloghop. Flash M/M Romance of 1200 words or under with the theme “Fourth of July: The Freedom to Marry (established couples)”. 

I smooth the navy table linens again. Amun should be home now. I chew on my bottom lip. I adjust the black velvet boxes between our plates. I straighten the collar of my crisp white shirt. Amun likes me in white.

I wait.

* * *

I jump when the lock turns in the door. “Hello?” he calls. I’m usually there to greet him. But tonight I stay in here.

“Gabriel? It smells amazing. Is that lamb?” Amun loves lamb.

His steps scuff closer. Stops at the threshold, takes in the china, the silver, the antipasto, and smiles.

“What’s this?” The white hair at this temples catches the candlelight, glinting in his otherwise black locks.

Then his eyes find the black boxes. “Oh, Gabriel. What have you done?”

My gut plummets. Amun picks up a box and snaps it open to reveal the silver band inside. He sighs. A sad, patient sound.

I hear that sigh more often than I would like. I am thirteen years younger than him.

“We haven’t talked even once about marriage, Gabriel.”

I find my voice, along with a sting of anger. “Of course not. It wasn’t even a possibility four days ago.”

“Official backed-by-paperwork marriage wasn’t, but lifetime commitment? That’s always possible.”

“But I thought …” My eyes burn, and my voice cracks. “Two years, Amun. One of which we’ve spent sharing this home. Am I that wrong about where we’re headed?”

Amun snaps the tiny box shut and sets it down. It’s no longer in symmetry with the rest of the arrangement. I fight the urge to adjust it.

“I don’t know, Gabriel.” My head swims. He turns my chair to face him and kneels in front of me. He kisses my my lips so very gently, and I want to shove him away.

He rocks back and rests his hands on my shoulders. “Commitment vows, marriage vows, life pledges…” Amun trails off then tries again. “Whatever form those promises take, there is more than love involved. There are so many things that living together hasn’t begun to touch.”

“Like what?” I might sound belligerent. Amun ignores it.

“We love each other. And we also live as roommates. We split our living expenses into equal shares. You refer the the house as mine, as if you’re a guest. We’ve never talked about money, Gabriel, unless you were late getting me your share of the house payment.”

I don’t want him to be right.

“And children? Will we want to be a family? Shouldn’t we discuss before making a decision like this?”


Amun squeezes my shoulders. “A wise aunt once told me marriage proposals shouldn’t be surprises. If they are, then you’re not ready.”

I stand up and push past him, out onto the back deck. I need air. Amun doesn’t follow me.

When I return, the table is cleared. The food is put away. The rings are gone.

* * *

Garden soil coats my fingers, damp from yesterday’s showers. It’s been two weeks. Neither of us has brought up that night. We work, come home, have dinner, make love. He cooks pancakes on Saturdays. We go to church on Sundays.

Amun prunes the climbing roses along the fence. A giant straw hat shades his eyes. He hums to himself, something tuneless that I only hear when we garden. I am planting purple wave petunias.

“Would we combine our incomes into one bank account? Pay our bills together?” Amun startles me with the question. He doesn’t stop pruning.

I pause. “I hadn’t thought about it.” Amun makes more money and has only a mortgage and car payment to his name. I have student loans and the gargantuan, unwise credit card debt of youth. “It seems unfair to you.”

He frowns at the blushing roses. “I can’t crawl around on the ground. So I do the watering and the clipping in our garden. You do everything else.”

“Are you comparing our finances with gardening?”

He flashes me a grin. “When you came, this garden was a corpse. You’ve helped me set it right, turn it into something we can both enjoy.” Stepping back, he gives the climbing roses a once over. He slips a dirt-covered hand into his pocket. “I’m glad you talked me into roses.”

* * *

“I saw Derrick and Pete today,” I tell Amun. I look out the kitchen window. The petunias I planted last week are already filling in around our taller plants.

“Did you see William, too? He’s what… three now?”

“He turns three in two months.” Amun hands me a wet plate. I dry it and put it in the cabinet. “William’s birth mother will be at the party.”

“His birth mother?” Amun wipes his wet hands on his pants.

“I have a towel right here, Amun.”

He shrugs. “Old dog. New tricks.”

I snort and shake my head. Old dog, indeed.

Amun leans against the sink and slips a still-damp hand into his pocket. “What did you find out?”

“They said to be ready for unusual arrangements. Like their open adoption with William’s mother. Took them over two years to go through everything, be approved, and have a child placed with them.”

“I’m almost forty, Gabriel.”

“I know.”

“Is raising a child very important to you?”

“I don’t know.” I don’t possess the wisdom of Amun’s years, but I know I’m too young to make this decision now. How will I feel in another ten years, when Amun is almost fifty?

“Neither do I,” he tells me.

“Is it good enough? Not knowing together?”

Amun smiles.

* * *

“Will we be monogamous?” Amun asks me as I curl up with my head on his lap. It’s movie night. Friday is always movie night.

Amun likes to call our current relationship “monogamish.” He stole the word from Dan Savage. It’s mostly monogamy, but the occasional outside liaison doesn’t raise eyebrows between us.

“I like what we have now,” I tell him.

He brushes my hair back from my face. “Me, too.”

* * *

I place a fresh cup of coffee in front of Amun and sit across from him with my own. We are still in pajama pants and t-shirts. We have nowhere to be today.

“A five letter word for ‘Pinochle Combos’” Amun snorts and tosses his pen down. “Who even plays pinochle anymore?”

“Melds,” I offer. He scowls at me, and I smile. “My parents play. If you’re a really good boy, I’ll teach you.”

A drop of water ticks into the kitchen sink. The faucet is leaking again. Maybe we should call a real plumber this time.

“Why did you stay?” Amun asks.

I furrow my brow.

“Here.” He spreads his arms. “With me. Why did you stay when I didn’t agree to marry?”

I wrap both hands around my mug. “I don’t know.” I hesitate, then give him more truth. “I wish I could take that night back.”


“Everything was exactly what we wanted, before I asked.”

“Was it?” Amun scrubs a hand in his sleep-mussed hair. “You made me think, Gabriel.”

My heart races. “Made you think what?”

He slips a hand in his pocket, pulling it out to lay the two rings on the table between us. No velvet boxes. No candle light. Just the rings. Just us.

I stare at them. “You’ve been carrying these.”

I see the flash of vulnerability Amun shares only with me. “Yes.”

“For four weeks.”

A beat passes. “Yes.”

Hope flutters in my belly. “Are you asking?”




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