Latharian Review was published at Ellora's Cave on May 30th.

I'm knee deep in writing the second Latharian adventure about an assasin woman and a Latharian Hunter.

Very exciting.

The Latharian Review by Amon Bieste: http://www.amonbieste.com


To be released May 30th, 2007 at Ellora's Cave (http://www.ellorascave.com)

Excerpt:

The moment I looked at Corral Melhen, my whole body filled with fire and the temperature I exuded slightly tinted my skin suit. She was the kind of female that I could spend hours on, taking my time and my pleasure.

Physically, she was thin, with small breasts and slim hips. Her features were delicate and feminine; by human standards, very appealing. I couldn’t care less about the appearance of a human. It was her energy, red hot and radiating out from every pore of her body, that I was attracted to. But Melhen was an Admiral and one didn’t just throw an Admiral to the floor and mate with her. So I kept my place, working the gauges that manned the space drifter, Ecker3.

“Are you having a problem, Captain?” She addressed me in a strong but feminine voice after a few moments of observing the brig of the small craft. Apparently, she’d noticed the slight change in my skin suit.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” But when she’d moved closer, I could smell her human sex, tangy and damp. I could feel her emotions. My tell-tale suit brightened.

“You look as though you need relief of duty.”

I inhaled deeply, sucking her scent into my chest. Duty was not what demanded relief. My body jerked, but I gripped the smooth round knob of the gauge and forced myself not to face her. Why in hell had they sent a human woman to review my drifter?

“You are Latharian, aren’t you?” she asked in an accusing tone. Our skin suits covered our natural forms—many times we were mistaken for humans. Apparently the admiral had noticed the slight differences in our skin suits and the bone structure of our bodies. Our faces were made of wide angles and our bodies, though varying in sizes, were slightly larger than most humans.

My heartbeat accelerated. I could smell the tiny droplets of sweat that gathered in her pubic hair now. It was a musky, salty smell that made me growl before I could stop myself. I gripped the gauge so tightly that the color of my skin suit whitened around my knuckles.

“Yes.”

“Is it true that Latharians have heightened senses?” She ventured closer and I could hear the curiosity in her voice, feel it in her emotions. There were few of us who interacted with Earth. It wasn’t uncommon that those we did come in contact with were curious. But they had all been warned of the Latharians’ appetite for sex and to approach with caution as cadets. Why wasn’t this female doing that?

“Some of us do.”

“Do you?”

I gritted my teeth together, trying to block against the fire that raged through me. “Sense of smell.”

She was silent for several long seconds, but did not back away. “What do I smell like?”

As long as she didn’t touch me, I could refrain from giving in to my natural urges. But she was so close that, even without contact, the skin suit thinned. “Sex.”