Here's the link I promised you!

Hi

The boffins at kdp finally did their stuff and Book V of the Inversion Chronicles is now live. I really do think it is my best work to date and would love to hear your opinion too. It is best if you've read the first 4 volumes, I have to be honest, but even if you have not, I think it may well stand on its own to a large degree. Best not risk it though. Get the other 4 first. Yes, that's a better idea. Pour a little cash into my criminally sparse coffers. I am running out of tea bags and Marmite and could really do with a financial boost :)

The book is here:

Everywhere in chains on Amazon

Have a wonderful week and see you soon,

Lots of love,

Alexandra xxxxxx

There's life in the old girl yet! Three books published today!

No, I am not dead. Not even close to it. My skin is flawless, my organs frighteningly efficient, my muscles toned and taut, while my skeleton adds sufficient framework for me to accomplish virtually any humanly possible feat. In short, I am doing okay, thank you very much.

I'm trying to quash the rumour, started no doubt by people who have not seen me for a while, that I have gone to meet my maker. I am in the best of health and not in the least bit deceased. Not in the slightest. And to prove it, I have unpostumously published three books this morning. Yes, three. Could a corpse accomplish that? A cadaver endeavour to do better?

Two of them, Books II and III of the Inversion Chronicles, were previously only available from Amazon, but I have added them to my Smashwords profile for your immediate delectation. You can take a look at the burgeoning series here:

The Inversion Chronicles on Smashwords

The third newly-published book, and one that gives me even greater pleasure (some of the sex scenes came right from my most delicious organ) is Book V in that same series, which has seen light of day for the first time only this morning. It is entitled 'Everywhere in chains' and will be available once the boffins at kdp have sprinkled their magic on it - if they do actually read it, that might not be all they sprinkle on it.

Once it is live, I'll give you the link. In the meantime, you have enough to get your teeth into. So get stuck in! Here's the cover both to whet and wet your appetite!

On a lighter, more personal note, I have a date tonight. Yes, I do sometimes secure one, before you start. It's not yer usual date, though (as, if you know me at all, you might have guessed), not someone from work of a friend of a friend. Oh, no! It will not be at all romantic. No dinner, no flowers, no candles (there might be candles, though will remain hopefully unlit). It will be a totally physical event: I'm meeting a guy I have so far only cammed with, a guy who, though up to now only virtually, has given me more sexual pleasure than anyone I have yet to meet. And now, tonight, in a hotel room not far from you, we are going to do it. Yes. It. And possibly on cam if he is willing, though we will of course sport masks to hide our identities (though will be wearing little else - possibly only a condom. Well, certainly a condom. The 'possibly' referred to the fact that I might keep my skirt on - I do love a little up-skirt action - or he might keep his socks on). Cam4 is where we met. Cam4 is where we shall show the world how passion can spring forth from hopeful furtive fumblings. I cannot wait, can feel the necessary processes for such a coupling constantly ebbing and flowing both within and without me. I am, in short, all on to stop myself from going too far too soon, from shooting my female bolt, as it were (if females do indeed have a bolt). Wish me luck! 

Hope to see you soon,

Alexandra xxxxx

Free sexy scifi! 'Only who is left', book I of The Inversion Chronicles at Smashwords!

Hi

'Everywhere in chains', Book V of the Inversion Chronicles, is ready, raring to go, and teetering on the verge of publication. A tiny bit of last-minute tweaking and it's out there! Tweaking. I love that word. I'm tweaking right now. And now the other one. Wish you could see them. Wet t-shirt competition or dry t-shirt competition, I would win them all. I can cum simply by having them sucked (well, one sucked and nimbly nibbled while the other is tweaked to the very edge of discomfort... and then beyond). There. Fuck. Lucky I can just suck my own. I hardly ever need to go out.

To celebrate the new book's release, I'm offering Book I, 'Only who is left', for free and for the forseeable future. So what do I offer as a teaser? Something from book I? Or something from book V? Or one inbetween? I'll simply offer you something... and let you make up your own mind. And when you have, get over to Smashwords and download book I for free!

'Only who is left' at Smashwords

Excerpt from The Inversion Chronicles

At the end of a particularly long corridor, the one called Jenna opened a door and motioned for me to enter. With a wave, she dismissed the other three then leaned close to me as her colleagues retreated.

'There are clothes in the locker. Help yourself. I think we're about the same size. The shower's a bit temperamental, but it's okay. I'll wait outside. If there's anything you need, just...'

I took her hand, stepped through the door and pulled her into the room after me.

The kiss was unexpected; the hand on my left tit was even more so. Both were unimaginably subtle, yet simultaneously intensely powerful. The two-pronged attack saved her life. Another moment and she would have been an inanimate mess. The stark contrast between the two outcomes momentarily immobilised me and two ineluctable truths became apparent:

1.   Life and death are arbitrary.

2.   Today I am the arbiter.

It was a role I had barely considered and for which I was totally ill-prepared. The responsibility was crushing.

As the tit hand was going about its work and her other was roughly ruffling my hair, her pointy tongue was probing my mouth. Though slightly less alkaline, her saliva was almost indistinguishable from my own, a minor detail that gave me major confidence in my creative abilities. My left hand fingers combed through her long dark hair then twisted into a clump and forced our mouths into a more passionate contact. An insistent knee parted her thighs and I pressed her against the wall. As our bodies eased together, tits clashed, parted and tessellated. My right hand followed her spine, sliding beneath the waist band of her pants, over her coccyx and into her knickers, forcefully separating her arse cheeks before stabbing unsuccessfully at her tight, dry sphincter. She was gasping noisily, frantically sucking air into her depths. In response, I engaged my hitherto unused respiratory simulator and pumped hot, moist and realistically stale breath onto her face. A thud, an accompanying clatter and her gun was on the floor. Easing me back a pace, she untied the cord at my waist, peeled the gown from my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Tits sprung free as I peeled off my vest. The gasp of raw pleasure that passed her moist lips was indescribably stimulating.

'Oh, my god.' Her open palm clasped her forehead. 'Sorry, I'm a little dizzy. You're making me...'

I kissed her nose.

'You okay?'

'Yes. You're just so fucking gorgeous. I can't believe we're going to... to...'

Arousal slurred my expletive.

'Fuck?' Open mouthed, she nodded. I raised an eyebrow. 'As much as two women can fuck, yes, we are.'

There were many ways in which this was a new experience for me and, as they were becoming increasingly wont, secondary systems began to busily enumerate them.

1.   I am on an Executive battleship.

2.   My lover is human.

3.   My lover is female.

4.   I have hair.

5.   She has hair.

6.   I don't know what she is thinking.

7.   I am wearing an article of clothing.

Invading one's personal space can have many motives; invading one's clothing has but one, and her hand was now inside my knickers, her alien finger parting my virgin lips, its soft, twirling tip preparing to take the plunge. She paused and whispered.

'I... I never even asked your name. I'm sorry.'

'It's Nina.'

'Nina. That's beautiful. I'm Jenna.'

'I know.'

'So tell me, Nina, what is it you... need?'

Again her fingertip twirled and stirred my copious wetness.

'Pussy juice. And lots of it. I'm going to eat you out, Jenna.'

Her eyes rolled and closed and she fainted into my arms.

I lifted her up and cradled her. The softness of her inert flesh surprised me, as did the lightness of her frame. She was so young, so incredibly vulnerable. Breathing in her delicate aroma, a subtle mix of scent and sweat, I traced my tongue across her lips and chin, her nose and eyes, and noted the microscopic down on her flushed cheeks. I held her till she opened her eyes, her big, brown, trusting eyes, then gently kissed her lips. Sighing, she forcibly reciprocated, wetting my face with her drooling mouth.

She gasped as I playfully tossed her onto the bed. Sighed as I pulled off her knee-high boots. Moaned as I tugged at her pants. Squealed as my teeth tore away her flimsy knickers. Meanwhile, she helped herself from her t-shirt and freed her not unimpressive tits from a cleverly cantilevered bra.

Diving straight in, I slurped on her cunt. It was saltier than I expected, with more than a hint of ammonia, plus traces of mild toxins associated with bacterial excretions. However, a second slurp was almost pure lubrication. As was a third. It was clear and sticky, musky and heady and very, very moreish. She came almost immediately, yet begged me to continue, my fingers and tongue moving quickly, lightly and untiringly, both on and within the hot raw gash that gaped between her deceptively muscular thighs. The more I ate, the more I loved her taste, recognising immediately the combination of chemicals required and determining to add them to my own intimate signature at the earliest opportunity.

Every contact made her eyes roll and again she came, her cries ringing around the hard, bare, cuboid space.

'Oh, fuck, oh, fuck... oh fuck oh fuck! Oh, Nina! What in the name of heaven are you?'

Her voice was ragged, her breath torn. I slid my tongue from her anus, reclaimed my fingers from her squelching cunt and told her the unlikely truth.

'I'm a Resistance robot, come to kill you all. To steal your ship then travel to Inversion 1 and slaughter the whole goddamn Executive.'

She laughed heartily, the convulsions pumping foaming juice from her slit. I lapped it up as she verbally expressed her incredulity.

'On your own?'

'No, of course not.' I echoed her laugh. 'With my brother.'

Three further orgasms and she was bordering on insensible. One more and she was again unconscious. If this female specimen were at all representative, humans were decidedly delicate creatures.

I gently slapped her cheek. 

'Jenna?'

Her lovely head lolled to one side and I noted the tiny bar code imprinted just below her cute, crystal-studded earlobe.

Unit 5537689211. Jenna713. Born: 138, 1422. Red Dome 26. Inversion3. Inception date 207, 1435.

Though many of my parts are numbered, I never imagined humans would carry such markings. Alongside the bewilderment, I felt somehow cheated. The numbers cheapened her. Demystified her magic. De-magicked her mystery. They capped my previously unbounded wonder. The code made her less human and more 'thing'. This thing could have a specific value. A quantifiable cost. It was expendable. Replaceable. In trying to comprehend a regime that would impose such mundane markings on something so unique, I broke the code's underlying purpose, and immediately chose to ignore it. I turned my lover's head, kissed her warm, soft mouth and both my wonder and her magic returned.

While again tapping her cheek, I blew a playful stream of air onto her eyelids. Nose twitched. Eyes cracked open. Pupils reacted, slowly adjusted to the glaring light.

'What happened?'

'You passed out again.'

'Fuck!'

'You okay?'

'Never better.'

'Good.' I slipped from my knickers, straddled her head and lowered my glistening lips onto her face. 'Now it's your turn.'