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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Outpost Epsilon available everywhere

Outpost Epsilon is available now from Amazon, Smashwords and more sellers.
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If you visit me from the sites I advertised the book, then you've read the excerpt, but if you just stopped here by accident or any other reason, here is an excerpt: (Please read to the end. I have an offer for you)

Note: Even though this excerpt does not contain any Erotica the novel does. It is recommended for mature readers.

Stonewall went into the storage room again and opened the other two boxes. The aliens inside looked remarkably like the first one. As he watched the one he opened first, a sudden twitch moved across the slack face, and then suddenly the eyes flew open.
       Sitting up, the alien stared at Stonewall.
      “Don’t be afraid,” Stonewall said with a soothing voice, not knowing if he would be understood. “We are friends.”
       The dark lips formed a smile. “Friends,” the alien repeated with a soft, female voice. She sat up, and then she carefully climbed out of the casket.
      Movement in the other two caskets told Stonewall that all of the aliens were alive. He watched them sitting up and leave their sleeping places. All three wore clothing similar to those of the wounded man in the other room. Even though it was loose, he could see the outlines of breasts on their chests.
The first one stared at Stonewall and spoke, but of course, he didn’t understand a word.       “I don’t understand your language,” he said.
      “But I understand you.” The alien looked at Stonewall. “I recognize your language. What happened? Who are you?”
       “Your spaceship crashed. We are here to rescue you.”
       “We crashed?” The female lifted her head and looked into the fourth coffin. “What happened to Leer? Is he alive?”
       “If you mean your male companion, yes, he is alive, but he is injured.” Stonewall walked ahead of them into the room where Peters and the alien man waited anxiously. When the three females stepped out, the wounded man let out an audible sigh. One of the three went over to him and squatted in front of him. She spoke to him in a soft, low voice, and then she stood up and faced Peters and Stonewall.
      “He needs help. He will die if he doesn’t get medical attention fast.”
       Peters looked at Stonewall. “Do you have any medical training?”
      Stonewall shook his head. “Just some first aid, basics, that’s all. He needs more than that.
“This is just crazy. I’ve told the Chief many times we need more than a few scooters and a couple of rovers. We need vehicles that fly, not just crawl on the ground!” Peters stared at the darkening sky outside.
“I wondered about that myself,” Stonewall said. “Why don’t we have a small shuttle?”       “Too dangerous, apparently. Because of the giant reptiles controlling the sky.” Peters laughed sarcastically. “As if traveling on the ground is so safe.”
       “So what can we do?”
       “There is no room on the scooter for all of us, obviously. I could take him back to the outpost. Doc Flemming might be able to help him. You’d have to stay here with these three and wait for us to pick you up with the rover. If I leave now, I should make it before midnight.”
       “I thought traveling at night is too dangerous?”
       “It is.” Peters studied the alien man who sat in a crouched position in his seat, his breath coming in great gasps. “But this is an emergency. I know which way to go now. It will be easier.”
“All right. If you think so. I’ll stay here. We should be safe inside this vessel.”
      “You should be, but don’t get careless. Now, help me getting him outside and to the scooter.”
      The alien man could barely stand. Stonewall and Peters helped him outside then they practically dragged him across the swamp until they reached the scooter. Before Peters left, he gave Stonewall a pack, which had been stored in the back of the sidecar.       “There is water and food inside. It should be enough for you until I come back.” Peters lowered his voice. “Don’t let down your guard. Those might be females, but we know nothing about their species. Keep your eyes open at all times and your rifle within easy reach. I’ll contact the base and fill them in about the situation. Don’t expect anyone to pick you up until tomorrow afternoon. That rover doesn’t travel any faster than the scooters, perhaps even slower.” He slapped Stonewall on the back. “Take care and stay safe, my friend.”
       Stonewall watched as Peters took off into the forest then he waded back to the alien vessel. The three females watched him anxiously when he climbed back into the ship.
“Thank you for helping us,” one of them said. “I am Sheera. What shall we call you?”
 “Stonewall, call me Stonewall.” He looked at the other two. “You have names also?”
       Both of them smiled. For the first time, he noticed their long incisors.
      “I am called Pteer.”
       “And I am Seel.”
       Stonewall tried to remember their names and the faces that went with them. Even though at first glance they looked alike, he noticed differences between them, the most important ones the eyes. Sheera’s eyes were purple, Pteer’s brown and Seel had shiny, black eyes. Watching them closer, he also noticed that their faces seemed unable to show deep expressions, as if they were wearing masks. They looked almost unfinished. Coarse. Their naked skulls were large, bulging out in the back of their heads.
       When Sheera turned away from him, he saw the hump on her back, and checking out the other two, he found they also had humps.
       He shrugged. Just because they weren’t very attractive, didn’t mean they couldn’t be amiable.

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