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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Reduced to transporting frogs across the galaxy in a last-ditch attempt to live his remaining days with flare, Ballas doesn't need a nerdy scientist to distract him. Ballas is out of space, no room on his ship, in his life or in his bed. Sella only wanted a ride. The last thing she expected to find in Ballas's embrace is a solution to save her planet ... SEX! Who knew saving a planet could be such fun?--Science Fiction / Futuristic Erotica

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2006

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Words: 11663
Reading time: 33-46 min.
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ISBN: 1592794858

"Out of Space is a great, humorous futuristic romance with a very unique plot. The interactions between Ballas and Sella had me laughing out loud, and the situation Ballas finds himself in is hysterical. Ms. Blaise certainly doesn't do the expected. Out of Space is a refreshing departure from the norm. I highly recommend it."--Marlene Breakfield, Mystique Books

"This is a fucking frog ship! I can't hitch a ride with you."

"I thought you called yourself a scientist. You're sounding like a pampered princess." Ballas stared at the female interloper and gave her the universal galactic finger-sign, which, after centuries, still clearly communicated its message.

"Fuck you, too."

"Lucky me, a nerdoid scientist with a potty mouth. Lady, you can turn your cute little ass around and walk straight back where you came from. At this point in my life, I can afford to be a little picky." He couldn't see her face, but her body would start wars, and his reaction to her visibly tented the front of his casual caftan. That alone should be enough to send her packing. He'd made a promise, however, to live the remainder of his miserable life taking advantage of every situation that came his way, so he knew he'd let her stay.

He also knew he would take flack when he'd accepted a cargo of frogs to Feptren, but from a Feptrenling? Where's the justice in that? Shouldn't she be grateful?

"Picky, my ass. You frog carriers are the lowest sort of species in the universe. If I had any other option, believe me, I'd jump at the chance and leave you to wallow in frog waste. As it is ... you're it. You're my only option. Now, what security issues have you addressed?"

"What security issues? Lady, you're nuts. Trust me. No one would want this ship bad enough to fight for it. Besides, I haven't said you can stay. I don't know why it matters, but as luck would have it, this is my first time carrying frogs."

"Listen, buster, those fucking frogs are bad enough, I don't want to travel through space worrying about being hijacked, too."

"That's Commander Buster, to you, potty mouth. Such as she is, she's my ship and I want to get her to Feptren and back in one piece even more than you."

"Security?" She impatiently jerked at the fingertips of her gloves, removing one.

As she began to remove her outerwear and he'd finally get to see what she looked like, he became over-anxious. Ballas thought about telling her to leave her clothes on, but his cock stirred to remind him of how long he'd been without a woman. "No one has ever looked twice at my ship in the past. Why would anyone all of a sudden take an interest?"

"Because you're commanding a fucking frog ship now, why else? To the Feptrenlings, you're a hero. To everyone else, you'll be frog fodder if they get their hands on you. Someone will want to blow you out of space for the pure joy of it." She snickered, shrugged and removed her helmet, placing her gloves inside.

"Okay, lady--and I use that word loosely--you say that naughty word again and I'm going to have to wash your mouth out with soap." Nerdoid was an appropriate appellation for her, if you could disregard her foul mouth. Her hair was coated in a waterproof gel-pack. Her eyes were hidden with the Feptren equivalent to twenty-first century Earth spectacles with thick lenses. The trouble with Feptrenlings was they were even more clueless than Earthlings. Both were primitive species. "It must be hell coming from a planet like Feptren and looking like you do. You must never get laid. No wonder you have such a foul disposition."

She widened her stance, leaned down and set her helmet between her feet. "The only hot dates you could get are with your right hand."

Ballas imitated her stance with exaggerated flair, and upped her one by throwing his shoulders back. "Shows how little you know about me. I'm left-handed. Now that we've established we want each other, why don't we just screw and get it over with?"

"The lack of proper facilities, deficient security and a smart ass commander who's afraid to say fuck. This is priceless. Perfect. Is there any way we can work this out, and come to an understanding that'll get me home safely?"

"I don't think I have your respect. You don't know me well enough to give me attitude." Ballas crossed his arms. He'd really hoped for an uneventful flight. Wasn't he due a break?

"I don't know you at all, Commander Egan. I'm paying fifty-thousand credits for a ride. Respect will come if you manage to deliver me in one piece."

"Fifty-thousand?" Ballas gulped and tried not to allow his surprise show on his face. He thought the contract was for five thousand. "No one calls me Commander Egan. If you insist on titles, make it Commander Ballas." He took a deep breath. He'd wanted a break and this was the mother lode. He didn't dare let her know he would have taken her for a fraction of the figure she mentioned. "I'll need more than fifty-thousand if I have to put up with your potty mouth."

"Fifty-five thousand and not a credit more. You could buy two frog-ferries for that much. Not to mention the fortune you'll make with your frogs at a credit each. How many do you have?"

"I already have twenty thousand frogs stowed and twenty more on their way. As soon as all forty are secured, we're out of here."

"Forty thousand? You can't be serious. There's not enough room in this crate for a cargo of that magnitude. You'll have to stop at every crummy fueling station all the way, just to get this hunk of junk to make it."

"That's my problem. If you need to get there faster, all you have to do is wait for the next ride to come along. Of course, not many Earthlings will give you the time of space. You may have a long wait. Besides, my computations tell me we can make it with only three stops."

"Three?"

"Count on it."

"Then show me to my room."

"There's the rub, princess. I'm out of space. The frogs will be occupying every available inch of the ship, cargo and living area included. We'll share the command station and sleep in shifts when we aren't occupying our PODs. I figure the actual time we'll spend together should be no more than four earth days. Can you handle it?"

"Pulse-on-Demand modules? Don't tell me you still travel through hyperspace using suspended animation. Maybe you should pay me."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"My superior, the high commander, insists I be back on Feptren before our moons are full. If you can do that, we have a deal."

Ballas punched the coordinates into his mainframe. They would make it, but it would be close.