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Call For Readers
Nov. 8th, 2013 09:37 amMy latest epic SF novel, Pamela's Ghosts, is ready for first readers. For those not of a literary bent, a "first reader" is somebody who reads the book in draft form and provides commentary to the author. If you are interested in being a first reader, please either comment on this post or email me a cgerrib at comcast dot net. Thank you!
Here's a taste of the book - the first 200 words:
If I had known I was going to make first contact with aliens, Pamela thought a touch hysterically, I would have worn some clothes. But then, this was supposed to be a weekend sex-fest, not an invasion. She wriggled, trying and failing to get more comfortable in her rope bonds.
Rope? Who the fuck travels light years of space to abduct humans and uses rope to tie them up? A small insect landed on her naked breast. When the aliens had grabbed her, she was taking a nap after an enthusiastic bout of sex, and so undressed accordingly. Not that I have any clothes here anyway.
The bug started to crawl around, heading for her nipple. Supposedly none of the native life on Langston could digest humans, but Pamela wondered if the little bug was smart enough to know that without taking a bite. She squirmed a bit as she sat on what passed for grass on Langston, trying to shoo away the bug. Eventually the bug flew away, its color in sharp contrast to the orange-tinted local fauna.
Here's a taste of the book - the first 200 words:
If I had known I was going to make first contact with aliens, Pamela thought a touch hysterically, I would have worn some clothes. But then, this was supposed to be a weekend sex-fest, not an invasion. She wriggled, trying and failing to get more comfortable in her rope bonds.
Rope? Who the fuck travels light years of space to abduct humans and uses rope to tie them up? A small insect landed on her naked breast. When the aliens had grabbed her, she was taking a nap after an enthusiastic bout of sex, and so undressed accordingly. Not that I have any clothes here anyway.
The bug started to crawl around, heading for her nipple. Supposedly none of the native life on Langston could digest humans, but Pamela wondered if the little bug was smart enough to know that without taking a bite. She squirmed a bit as she sat on what passed for grass on Langston, trying to shoo away the bug. Eventually the bug flew away, its color in sharp contrast to the orange-tinted local fauna.
