No Way Back
Elayne S. Venton ©2007
Changeling Press
An excerpt:
The disapproving look on Jake’s face and the hard shake of his head surprised Drum. He
dropped his hand from Jake’s silky hair, confused by the Earthling’s reaction to his touch. The
man’s erection pressed into his belly. How could he have misinterpreted the human’s attraction?
“Back off,” Jake snapped.
Startled, Drum gave the man as much room as he could, which was precious little. The bottom
of this pit had filled in from disuse, making it funnel shaped. He’d found the confined space
rather stimulating, and apparently so did the Earthling, but their minds were not on the same
wavelength. Strange.
He could not afford to alienate the man. What were the odds of bumping into an Earthling on
Alishontakawa? A trillion to one? This had to be the human in Suva’s visions. Their future. Their
savior.
He must transform him.
But first, he must win him over. “You will be safe here, Jake Santos,” he said, gently. “We can --”
“It’s Jake,” he interrupted, looking abashed. “You don’t need to use my last name.” He gave
Drum a once-over and glanced away. “Sorry I barked at you like that.” He rubbed his hand
through his hair where Drum had caressed him, and looked back at him. “Look, I’m not familiar
with your customs, but I’m not a touchy-feely kind of guy. Try not to put your hands all over
me and we’ll get along fine.”
Drum hid his disappointment. Not touching him would be difficult. Jake’s broad chest, trim hips,
and long muscular legs tempted him to stroke every part of his body. His studious eyes, high
cheekbones, blunt chin, and those strange oval ears called to him. Not touch him? Maybe not
now, but soon.
Elayne S. Venton ©2007
Changeling Press
An excerpt:
The disapproving look on Jake’s face and the hard shake of his head surprised Drum. He
dropped his hand from Jake’s silky hair, confused by the Earthling’s reaction to his touch. The
man’s erection pressed into his belly. How could he have misinterpreted the human’s attraction?
“Back off,” Jake snapped.
Startled, Drum gave the man as much room as he could, which was precious little. The bottom
of this pit had filled in from disuse, making it funnel shaped. He’d found the confined space
rather stimulating, and apparently so did the Earthling, but their minds were not on the same
wavelength. Strange.
He could not afford to alienate the man. What were the odds of bumping into an Earthling on
Alishontakawa? A trillion to one? This had to be the human in Suva’s visions. Their future. Their
savior.
He must transform him.
But first, he must win him over. “You will be safe here, Jake Santos,” he said, gently. “We can --”
“It’s Jake,” he interrupted, looking abashed. “You don’t need to use my last name.” He gave
Drum a once-over and glanced away. “Sorry I barked at you like that.” He rubbed his hand
through his hair where Drum had caressed him, and looked back at him. “Look, I’m not familiar
with your customs, but I’m not a touchy-feely kind of guy. Try not to put your hands all over
me and we’ll get along fine.”
Drum hid his disappointment. Not touching him would be difficult. Jake’s broad chest, trim hips,
and long muscular legs tempted him to stroke every part of his body. His studious eyes, high
cheekbones, blunt chin, and those strange oval ears called to him. Not touch him? Maybe not
now, but soon.