I've never been shy about the fact that I LOVE sci-fi. A few years ago I got an idea for a sci-fi serial I had dubbed Sorority Girls In Space. I wanted it to be very over the top spoofy, and had written up a ton of notes on it. I then promptly put it at the bottom of my to-do pile, and mostly forgot about it. Although, I never completely forget any of my plot babies.
Most of them just get put on the back burner, the ones nagging me the loudest getting the most attention. Luckily Sorority Girls In Space was a boisterous bunch. A couple months ago, before I took my big break, I had started outlining a few stories.
The ones I am most excited about picking back up are part of a sci-fi rom series that is a product of my Sorority Girls In Space.
This series will tentatively be three books. The stories are based around three best friends who are, of course, abducted by hunka, hot aliens. So far the stories are leaning more towards steamy romance than erotic, but I already have an alien hero threatening to spank.
Since all the stories coincide with one another the plan is to work up the first draft of all of them as a whole before releasing any of them.
Right now I'm on the first heroine's story, working title Bambi's Abduction, and I've been entertaining the crap out of myself writing it. If no one else finds these books humorous at least I can crack myself up. These stories still have a long way to go--I feel like I've made so much progress and nothing at all--but book one is really taking shape.
I won't be sharing a ton from these for a while yet, but I'd like to share a taste of what I've been working on. The scene is pretty self explanatory:
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask tall dark and scaly one, two, and three what the hell is going on, but I don’t know if they’ll understand me. They don’t look civilized in anyway, except for the fact that they’ve achieved a level of space travel brilliant scientists on Earth have only dreamt of achieving.
So yeah, there’s that.
I’ve been abducted by a race of primitive geniuses.
A giggle bubbles out of me I can’t control and I cover my mouth to stifle it. Have I mentioned I’m a nervous giggler? Not my favorite thing about myself. It’s hard to be taken seriously when you’re blonde, big boobed, your name is Bambi, and you’re prone to giggling.
Three pairs of eyes show surprise and from the looks of the inflating billy clubs pressing up against their trousers, my giggle’s like some weird alien mating call.
Shit. I’ve read about this sort of thing in trashy sci-fi novels. From the sheer size of these creatures this entire scenario doesn’t bode well for any of my orifices.
I don’t want to go where no Earth girl has gone before.
That's it for now. Happy reading everyone!
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