Release Date – “One Night in Washington, D.C.”

It’s here! It’s here! It’s finally here!

Like it’s really here!

My first ever novella, One Night in Washington, D.C., is here! I started this project last June, and finished it in October 2016. After a series of edits, with the help of truly wonderful editors, Lauren and Adam’s story is out and ready to be read.

I cannot begin to describe how excited I am to share this story with readers. Every project has its own unique challenges, and this was no different. The themes and places in this story are deeply personal. Lauren is bold while Adam is quietly steadfast, making the two of them a pairing that I particularly enjoyed exploring. Eine Alpensinfonie is such a big piece of music, and I felt that these two characters needed something large and loud to frame their budding romance.

In case anyone’s curious, if this were to become a movie, I’d want Rachel Weisz as Lauren…

…and Christopher Meloni as Adam.

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is the direct purchase link. Happy reading!


One Night in Washington, D.C. – Free Excerpt

It’s almost here! My first novella, One Night in Washington, D.C., will be available for purchase this Wednesday, June 28. Since it’s coming up, I’d like to present a short excerpt for you to read:

She turned away, stepping off the escalator as she reached the bottom. They scanned their fare cards over the sensors at the turnstiles and slowed their pace. The overhead screen showed the next train would be arriving in fourteen minutes. “Gotta love the Orange Line, right?”
He smiled, then held her hand again. “Lauren, I should tell you that I first saw you when I was looking at schools for my master’s degree. I stopped at Boston University the day you gave your performance of Strauss’s First Horn Concerto.”
Lauren froze. That must be, what, eight years ago now? I was a freshman, made to do that as my final for that year. I was so stressed out.
“I’d initially gone in to see the space for a couple of minutes, and couldn’t leave once I heard how beautifully you were playing.” She gulped. “And yes, I admit your recital gown was a persuasive factor,” he said with a grin. Wasn’t it emerald green and strapless? “I know it was a long time ago, but I’m not afraid to say that I was pretty crushed when I didn’t get accepted to BU’s grad school program.”
She wasn’t used to hearing this kind of flattery from a potential sexual partner. Most men didn’t even know what a French horn was. “I—um—I don’t really know what to say.”
She was grateful that the station was practically empty. He led her to a short alcove off the main corridor of the station. There was a brown door labeled Authorized Personnel Only. He got close to her, pressing her back against the cold concrete in front of the closed door. The heat radiating from his hard body made her swoon a little.
“You want me, don’t you?”
She watched his eyes dart around, taking stock of the minutest features of her face. She was no longer that fresh-faced, nubile eighteen-year-old, terrified of messing up her performance. Strangely, though, she found she wasn’t trying to hide from his gaze. She wanted him to note the changes in her skin, in her body, in her being.
He moved his hands to clasp the sides of her face. She bit her lower lip, then whispered, “Oh yes, Adam.”
He leaned forward, pressing harder against her. As she closed her eyes, she felt his lips cover hers. So, this is what it’s like. She responded readily, placing her hands on his waist and urging him closer. She opened her mouth, allowing him access. Her knees practically gave way when his tongue was on hers, the burning taste of whiskey mixing with the lingering fruit of wine. He was deliberate but not aggressive, as if hinting at his potential to be both a gentle and a vigorously rough lover.
Lauren broke the kiss and leaned out of the alcove to look at the screen. The train was due in two minutes. She fixed her hair a little. “The train’s going to be here soon.”
“All right.”
“Well, you still haven’t answered my proposal.”
He pulled her in for a quick kiss. I could absolutely get used to kissing him. “I, too, have an open calendar for tomorrow.”
She smiled ear to ear. She didn’t care if she looked too eager: life was too short to play any games, particularly with her libido. “I’m five stops away. My place?”
“Sounds perfect.”

Pre-order One Night in Washington, D.C. here!

Character Interview: Lauren Collins


Since my first novella, One Night in Washington, D.C., will be released soon, I decided to delve deeper with one of my characters. Readers, meet Lauren Collins.

Character Bio: Ms. Collins, a French horn player for the National Symphony Orchestra, has been studying music since she was in middle school. She earned her Bachelor of Music in Brass Performance from Boston University, followed by a Master of Music in French Horn Performance from The Julliard School. Prior to joining, she was a member of the Strauss Horn Society, as well as a freelance musician and private instructor in the D.C. area. She has played in concerts all over the world and will be releasing her first album later this year.

What is your worst and best quality? I’d have to say that my worst quality is that I do not suffer fools gladly. It’s gotten me in trouble a time or two, but not so much anymore.

If I had to say what my best quality would be, I guess it would be my honesty to the point of bluntness. It can be a double-edged sword, but I strive to live a life free of drama-inducing headaches.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you? Although I’m still rather young, my hearing is not great. Playing the horn can make for some loud, boisterous acoustics, which wreaks havoc on one’s hearing. If I ask someone to repeat something, I generally am not being rude; I simply couldn’t hear everything properly.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about? Well, I don’t make it a secret that my aunt raised me. However, she didn’t know how to best give me that age-old sex talk. She opted to take me to a Planned Parenthood center for an hour and have me ask as many questions as I could think of from the staff members there. It was rather enlightening.

What are you most afraid of? Losing myself. Not to get all armchair therapeutic on myself, but I think part of why I haven’t thrown myself into a long-term relationship is that I’m terrified of being known as “Man’s Girlfriend.” My life is pretty complete on my own, and a man would be an accessory, albeit possibly an excellent accessory. It’s so selfish, but there you go.

What do you want more than anything? To answer the question “What is your next solo project?” more often than “Why are you still single?”

What is your relationship status? 
Currently single, and I don’t see that changing. I like routine and my life has a sense of order now that I’m in the NSO. I’d be down for a relationship, but it’s not my top priority.

How much of a rebel are you? 
That depends on what’s considered rebellious. I’m 31, unmarried, and happily childfree. In that regard, I’m in the minority, although nowadays it’s a larger minority of women than even twenty years ago. If we’re going with my mother’s definition of rebellious, I’m disgraceful. But I’m happy, and that’s all that matters.   

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement? Getting my chair in the NSO. It still hits me sometimes that I’m actually a member of the orchestra, and that I get paid to do what I love.

What is your idea of happiness? Good Lord, these questions are personal. If I had to give it any thought, I’d say good wine, good company, and good music.

What is your current state of mind?  Again, still amazed that I am in the NSO. I mean, I knew I could do it, and that I wanted it desperately. Now that I have it, I’m in that blend of astonishment and “OK what’s next?”

What is your most treasured possession? It’s a tie between my performance horn, an Alexander F/B-flat Double Horn, Model 103, and the last picture I have of my Aunt Celia.

What is your most marked characteristic? That I can be a deeply compassionate instructor despite not having children of my own. Being able to focus my attention on my students is beneficial to the people paying me for my instruction. I care a great deal about my students’ success, which makes me an excellent teacher. That doesn’t mean I’d automatically be a good parent, though.

What is it that you most dislike? That in 2017, women are still judged harshly for not marrying and having families. What irks me the most about this is when women direct this judgement to other women. I thought the whole point of feminism is respecting women’s right to choose the lives they want to lead.

Which living person do you most despise? I don’t think it’s necessarily one person; I don’t have enough energy to waste on hating one person. I do get unreasonably upset when either men or women say things like “You’ll never really know love until you have kids!” My life is totally fine without them, thanks.

What is your greatest regret? That’s a tough question. I know that I tend to put on blinders when I’m pursuing a goal, and I’d have to say that I regret not being able to take them off sooner. I might have discovered some things sooner.

What is your favorite song? To play: Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony. To listen to: “So What” by Miles Davis. I know, a horn player that likes jazz? Seems unlikely, but I’m secretly jealous of the whole organized chaos aspect of jazz. I’m too wedded to order and precision, which makes my jazz ability almost nonexistent.

What is your motto? “Unfold your own myth.” It’s a line from a poem by Rumi, and it always stuck with me. Rather than get jealous of someone else’s accomplishments, I’d rather pursue my own.

Be sure to pre-order One Night in Washington, D.C. here. Happy reading!

Character Interview: Staff Sergeant Adam Knox


Since my first novella, One Night in Washington, D.C., will be released soon, I decided to delve deeper with one of my characters. Readers, meet Staff Sergeant Adam Knox.

Character Bio: Staff Sergeant Knox, a French horn player for the United States Marine Band, has been studying music since he was ten years of age. He earned his Bachelor of Music in French Horn Performance from the Jacobs School of Music of Indiana, followed by a Master of Music in French Horn Performance from the same conservatory. Prior to joining, he was a member of the Arlington Brass Quintet and a freelance musician and private instructor in the D.C. area. He has been a featured soloist in several performances at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts.

What is your worst and best quality? My worst quality would have to be my work ethic. Over the past few years, I’ve tried to find a balance between my work and leisure time, but when you do something you love for work, it no longer seems like work, you know? I like to keep busy and pursue any opportunity possible, which leaves me with little time for much else.

My best quality would probably be my level of commitment. When I fall, I fall hard and am fiercely loyal. That’s not to say I’m indiscriminate with my affections; I am quite particular.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you? I can be tender and romantic. My father raised me to treat women with respect and dignity, while not putting them on a pedestal.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about? Well, that’s certainly personal. If I have to answer, it would have to be that I’ve held a certain affection for someone more talented and remarkable than me for a long time. I haven’t told anyone, and I know she doesn’t know it. Not yet, at least.

What are you most afraid of? The loss of publicly funded music education and programs. My band teacher in Texas is my personal hero. Without her presence and encouragement, I would never have achieved anything. Music’s value is something that cannot be directly measured, so it’s always on budget chopping blocks. When one reads between the lines, one understands that studying music, even for a brief period of time, greatly improves brain function. It’s more than just symbols on a page; it’s a way of life.

What do you want more than anything? Stability. I appreciate calmness and patience. I know that my profession lends itself to a fair amount of chaos, so I like being able to know that I’ll still have my loved ones, my horn, and a glass of good whiskey at the end of the day.

What is your relationship status? 
I like to say that I’m no monk. I’m open to a serious relationship with a woman, but she has to astonish me.

How much of a rebel are you? 
*laughs* You’re asking the wrong man this question. You should be asking trumpet players that. In all honesty, I’m rather dull by comparison. My mother and father think I’m rebellious because I’m 35 and haven’t married, but that’s not exactly the worst transgression anyone can make.  

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement? Oh, easily securing my position in The President’s Own. That audition was rigorous as all get out.

What is your idea of happiness? Peace and stability. Creating a true partnership with someone and sustaining it.

What is your current state of mind?  Honestly, I’m frustrated by myopic thinking expressed by those in power. It seems that the only thing anyone writing a budget cares about is the pure monetary value of an entity. While that makes sense in terms of small business, it doesn’t make any sense when it comes to people’s livelihoods. I wish some staffer in their offices would shake them and scream, “Haven’t you heard of something called ‘intrinsic value’?” Alas, that’s not how it works in this town.

What is your most treasured possession? My horn. Before you ask, I have a Conn 9D Double French Horn and it would be the single item I’d save should my apartment burn to the ground.

What is your most marked characteristic? Probably that I’m quiet and tend to not showboat. I let my work speak for itself.

What is it that you most dislike? 
Anyone with a lack of discipline. My band teacher had a small sign in her office that said, “Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.” That principle applies to every aspect in a person’s life, and I cannot abide a person who doesn’t lead a disciplined life. I’m not a total stickler, mind you; I have my share of pleasure. It has to be balanced with my work, of course.

Which living person do you most despise? I am not going to name names, but anyone who would knowingly take away instruments from children tops the list. A close second would be a person who gets in the way of someone else’s dreams.

What is your greatest regret? Probably that I’ve waited a long time to get to know someone that I hold in high regard.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction? Faramir from J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. He’s loathed by his father, yet tries to please him to his near-ruin. In the end, he’s held in high esteem for doing right by Frodo, despite his father’s wishes, and of course marries the fierce and beautiful Éowyn.

What is your motto? “All glory is fleeting.”  Our accomplishments today are not finishing lines. They’re stepping stones to bigger and better things.

Be sure to pre-order One Night in Washington, D.C. here. Happy reading!

Release Date: “If Mom’s Happy: Stories of Erotic Mothers”

I know it’s been a while, but I am so pleased to announce that I have another short story out today! This one is titled Happy Mother’s Day and is included in Cwtch Press’s collection, If Mom’s Happy: Stories of Erotic Mothers.


As of this writing, I am not a mother. Motherhood is a phenomenon that is both familiar and alien to me. Friends and acquaintances have made that step in their lives, plus there is a plethora of online blogs, resources, and communities dedicated to motherhood. It seems that there is a new column regarding a mother’s work-life balance every week. Marketing departments for automakers bombard television viewers with SUV commercials depicting a busy-but-with-it mother with at least one car seat in a spotless leather interior.

And yet I am entirely unfamiliar with the reality of motherhood. I haven’t carried a child, raised it to become at least a functioning member of society, and turned its room into the sewing room during its sophomore year of college. I haven’t changed a diaper, taken a Saturday to drive to a soccer game, helped with homework, or entered into the breast- or bottle-fed debate.

Happy Mother’s Day introduces the reader to Theresa and Kyle, new parents to a six-month-old daughter. For their first Mother’s Day, the parents take the first part of the weekend to themselves, leaving their child with Kyle’s parents, whom they will join for a Sunday brunch. I wanted to explore how new parents return to their physical passion post-pregnancy, albeit with a twist that I think readers will find interesting.

Read an excerpt below:

On the shared sink, there was a jar of organic cocoa butter one of her colleagues had discreetly given her at her baby shower. Theresa opened the bottle and rubbed some between her fingers, warming it up. With both hands, she massaged her areolas and nipples, coating them with moisturizer. She watched herself in the mirror and felt a river of warmth trickle down within her body. Theresa gently pulled at both her nipples, recognizing the familiar electric tug radiating from them. They weren’t sore anymore.

She tugged at them again, twisting as she pinched. The sensation was sharper this time. Biting her lower lip, she repeated the gesture, losing herself in the blissful, physical moments.

This collection is sure to be an excellent Mother’s Day gift. I for one cannot wait to read the other stories. Happy reading!

Release Date: “Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance”

What better way to begin the year with another collection of sexy stories? I am thrilled to announce that Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance is out and available for purchase. In it, you will find my short story titled Succumb to Temptation.

Can we pause for a minute and look at this hot cover?

I was drawn to this collection because for the first eighteen years of my life, I was a “professional Catholic.” My mother wasn’t satisfied with attending Mass only during Christmas and Easter; at her direction, we went to church not only every Sunday, but also every Holy Day of Obligation, of which there are many. In fact, when the family would travel out of town for swim meets or horse shows, requiring a hotel stay, she would search the phone book (pre-iPhone days) to find the nearest Catholic church so that we wouldn’t miss Mass. Because of this, my sister and I became Catholic church Yelp reviewers: “The priest has a droning voice,” “the music is too slow,” “the Eucharist bread is gross,” “SO MANY BABIES!”

Not only was I a connoisseur of Virginia’s Catholic churches, I was also a member of the choir at our home church. The choir director there has an extensive musical background, and challenged us to sing complex classical pieces of choral work, perhaps a bit out of a volunteer group’s skill. At age 9, we sang Mozart’s Requiem in D Minor, and we did it again when I was 16; during that second performance, I performed the alto solo in the movement titled Tuba Mirum.

Over the years, I have been able to tear myself away from the Church. It is my estimation that one of the reasons priests are fertile fodder for pornography is not only for their taboo nature, but also for their comforting presence. In the Church’s early days, the local priest wore numerous hats: he was a faith leader, an administrator, a guide, and a therapist. The sacrament of confession has several benefits, one of which is to ask questions while seeking absolution. Therapy, as we know it, did not exist in Christendom. Therefore, the bond between worshiper and faith leader was often more intimate than that between parents and children, and certainly husbands and wives.

Combine this intimacy with attractive qualities and the forbidden, celibate nature of the role, and you’ve got yourself one potent individual.

Without further ado, here is an excerpt from my story in this sensual collection:

He looked down at himself. His erection was still stubbornly present, thrusting firmly against his black pants. He closed his eyes, thinking of anything to make it subside. After a minute or two, it persisted. With no other option, he held the Bible with both of his hands in front of his crotch. Is this sacrilegious? He exited the confessional booth, walking quickly to the doors of the church with the small bowls of holy water on either side. Seeing her alone, though, forced him to pause.

Claire was kneeling in one of the pews in the middle of the sanctuary. Her back was rigid, evidence of a lifetime of penance before the altar. Her long red hair was in a braid that trailed down her back, terminating at the sloping curve of her bottom. Father Michael watched her chest, large and fully developed, rise and fall with her breathing. Her pink, full lips moved in recitation of her prayers; he suddenly found himself wondering what those lips would feel like on parts of his body. Beneath his hands, his felt his erect cock twitch; that was his signal to leave the church and ensconce himself in the small parish home.

I certainly can’t wait to read the other stories in this collection. Happy reading!

Call for Submissions: Symphony Amore

Well, it’s official. In 2017, I’ll be able to add “editor” to my name. I am beyond stoked to announce that I’ll be working with the publisher, Sexy Little Pages, on a new anthology of erotica. This anthology is near and dear to my heart, and I hope there are writers who are excited to submit to the anthology.

Without further ado, I’d like to present Symphony Amore: Erotic Stories of Love and Music.



Submission Deadline: 3rd April 2017
Word Count: 3000-5,000

“Musical notes and rhythm were first acquired by the male or female progenitors of mankind for the sake of charming the opposite sex.” – Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man

Musicians are a unique breed. They are diligent, mysterious, talented, and sometimes irritating with their artistic tendencies. Still, no matter what instrument they play or type of music they produce, they are irresistible. Music is the universal language of humans, and we always respond to it.

For this anthology, I want your steamiest stories about musicians. I want more than just the typical rock-god: I’m interested in the nerdy kid who grew up to be a wildly sexy string bass player, or a quietly gorgeous timpanist, or a shy yet determined alto singer auditioning for a spot on Broadway.

I want interesting, erotic encounters with good character and plot development; sex shouldn’t be a placeholder for plot. HEA and HFN endings with clear closure are paramount. Most importantly, I want to see different races and sexualities represented in these stories. The more diverse the collection, the better.

No-No’s – incest, bestiality, underage, rape, body- and slut-shaming. These stories are to be both sex and body positive. All characters must be over the age of 18.

Feel free to email with any questions. I am looking forward to reading the submissions!

Formatting Details –

  • Size 12 sans serif font (I prefer Arial)
  • Double-spaced lines, no extra spacing between paragraphs, indent half-inch on first lines only
  • Polished work only, please.
  • In email, please include legal name, pen name if applicable, 50-word or less author biography, and an email address that you check regularly.

Good luck, and happy writing!

Looking Forward



Together we traveled around the Sun and have made it to a new year. Rather than dwell on the trials from the previous year, I’d like to set aside some time to reflect on the wonderful things that happened in the last 365 days, and determine my goals for the upcoming year.

First and foremost, I became a published author. It has been a dream of mine to produce creative work for people to enjoy, and this year I bit back my nerves and went for it. That first acceptance email was a shock, but the second was even more of one. Hooray, Impostor Syndrome!  There wasn’t some poetic muse in me that was demanding attention; I was driven by a need to figure out if I actually could write stories that people would enjoy. Six short stories in print later, I think I’m doing alright.

Second, the stories I wrote were stories I never imagined I’d ever write. I’m not a sci-fi fan by any stretch of the imagination (Star Wars is the exception; I gave Doctor Who and Star Trek a fair shake), and yet I now can say that I have a short story included in an erotic sci-fi collection. I’m not an elderly woman, nor am I a cancer survivor, but one of my characters is both of those. Stretching myself to write not only erotic fiction, but delve into characters that are unexpected, has been a truly rewarding experience.

Third, I learned that lulls are perfectly normal. In the wake of the US Presidential Election, there were many voices saying that artists need to keep creating despite the incoming uncertainty. I will admit it now: I retreated. It wasn’t until mid-December that I actually got back into writing creatively, and should that story get picked up, readers will note at how different in tone and style it is. It’s not that I felt defeated; it was more that I was deflated. I’d spent the majority of my spare time in 2016 writing that I neglected reading. I wanted to indulge in other stories in the waning weeks of the last year.

Now, however, it’s time to look forward. In the short term, there are some items of note. On January 17 of this new year, my seventh short story will be released. It is included in the Sexy Little Pages collection titled Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, edited by Torrance Sené. I do hope that readers will enjoy the collection; I know I certainly will. Then, on February 9 of this year, I will be in Baltimore for a reading of Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 2. This will be my first reading, so please be gentle. In the long term, I hope to edit an anthology, write a novel, and of course read a great deal.

Until next time, happy reading!

Belated Release Date: “Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 2”

Things have been mildly crazy lately, what with the holidays upon us and my new day job (much as I would love it, writing smut hasn’t enabled me to quit the daily grind…yet). However, as I sip my glass of wine, I am once again brought to my keyboard to let readers know that another one of my stories has been made public.

The esteemed Rachel Kramer Bussel has done it again, folks! She has put together a sexy, thought-provoking collection of quick tales concerning women in search of that most powerful driving force: one’s own pleasure. Without giving too much away, I’d like to talk about my story in the collection.

The quick tale is titled, “Performance,” and it concerns a young women stepping into a world with which she is utterly unfamiliar. No, it’s not a descent into a dungeon filled with leather and wax. She is introduced to the elegant world of opera. I was drawn to opera back in 2014, when my lover took me to see the Washington National Opera perform La bohème. The sets were vast and wonderful, the musicianship unparalleled, and the emotion of the show was nearly too much to bear. The occasion has been seared into my memory, and I knew I’d be returning in due time.

When this call was announced, I not only thought of my time at the opera, but I also considered the unnameable sensation of watching your lover indulge his/her passions. The degree of focus is palpable and contagious; a different sort of chemistry permeates the air, much to one’s satisfaction. I wanted to tap into those sensations, and I hope that I have been able to do just that for my readers.

Without further ado, please enjoy an excerpt of my short story, “Performance.”

He picked up the tambourine. He slid his thumb over the little metal jingles, the lightest touch forcing a gentle sound that could be heard throughout the concert hall. My nipples began to harden, as if he were sliding his thumb over each puckered bud. As the aria progressed, I watched him intently. His forehead was knotted with concentration, ensuring that his fingers touched the instrument at the precise moment. He didn’t dare make a mistake. Knowing he put as much focus in his work as he did when making me scream his name was almost unbearable.

In related excited news, I will be doing my first public reading! If you find yourself near Charm City, please come to the event on February 9, 2017. Details here.

I’m not one to rest, and I’m pleased to say that I have more exciting things coming up in the near future. For now, I’ll simply say that I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season!

Happy reading!

Release Date: “Love and Lust in Space”

The world is still turning, and despite everything, I am pleased to announce another anthology’s release date. Today, the collection titled, “Love and Lust in Space: Erotica & Erotic Romance Set In The Stars,” was released and is now available for purchase. In this collection, readers will find stories about randy astronauts, virtual reality lovers, sex in near-death situations, and a lot more.

My story, titled “Filling the Void,” is a story that took a great deal of work on my part. Crafting it took a fair amount of research, which was all entirely necessary. While it took a lot out of me, I will admit that it was a joy to write. Scientists and astronauts are, by definition, an exceptional group of people. They seek answers to questions that many believe are unanswerable. In their own way, they are heroes.

When I saw the original call for submissions, I hesitated. Science fiction has never been a genre that I’m drawn to, and it certainly isn’t a genre for which I have experience writing. However, writing, and writing erotica in particular, is best done when one is compelled out of his or her comfort zone. With that in mind, I decided to give it a shot.

Considering that one of humanity’s missions is to get to Mars, with the possibility of slipping the bonds of Earth and living among the stars, I thought about the prospect of human reproduction in a non-Earth environment. Surely that would be tested before humanity set out among the Solar System and parts beyond, right? Thinking along those lines, I was able to write a neat little story for your pleasure.


Here’s a sneak peak for your enjoyment:

Josie tried to remember the mission protocol if she got the result both NASA and the Kinsey Institute, or KI as they called it, wanted. A year ago, she’d read an article in a magazine that the organizations were looking for people in excellent health for a special program. Seeing as she was unmarried, childless, and had been an exotic dancer to pay the bills, Josie had submitted an application on a whim. Her application had been accepted and her trip to Indiana had been paid for by the Institute; they’d flown her in so that she could undergo rigorous physical and mental tests, which she had passed easily. On the final day of her trip, four attractive men had been paraded before her.

The men that KI had chosen for this study were already in peak physical condition, since they were all from NASA’s astronaut program. KI had gone a step further and taken DNA samples from each male crew member to pair with hers. The four men she had seen, she was told, had MHC complexes that were quite variant from hers. As such, a child from any of these men had a higher probability of being healthy and devoid of any genetic ailments, from minor allergies to major genetic diseases.

“Please choose an individual for the experiment. These are members of the crew that will be on this mission to the ISS. One of these men will also serve as your, shall we say, partner,” the director of the project had explained. When Josie saw Chris’s dark eyes, full lips, and tall, well-formed body, she knew instantly that she wouldn’t have any problem experimenting with him. Thus far, each experience had been wonderful, although not fruitful.

Hope you are eager to find out more about Josie and Chris. Until next time, happy reading!