Far-Out Love

mixes a trace of Sci-Fi fantasy, a tinge of zombie attack, and a touch of female dominance to blend an alluring series of three stories for those looking for some out-of-the-ordinary romance.
    Gail Gibbs, known for her vampire tales, takes us to outer space with Passion Among the Stars, where our starring couple volunteer to go on a mission and wind up saving humanity. Emily Dommershausen’s Infectious Love takes our couple on a romantic, seaside vacation unexpectedly interrupted by a zombie invasion. And Lee Malcolm delves into a level of romance some find fascinating in Remote Control, where our heroine takes charge with a long-distance seduction that captivates her man.
    All three present-off-the beaten-path stories that pull our couple closer together while opening new doors of adventure and, we daresay, far-out love.

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Note that the 3 separate novellas in this book also appear in Celebrating Romance or Celebrating Romance 2
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WILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
     This excerpt comes from Lee Malcolm’s Remote Control as John is waiting in an airport restaurant for his flight.

     Then Ann’s next message came: I want your hands on me. I want to feel your weight on me, pressing me down. I need your lips on mine, on my neck, my body, my breasts…
     His reading was interrupted by, “Anything else?”
     John nearly dropped the phone as he looked up at the waitress.
     “Nope, no. Thank you. That’s it. I’m good. And thank you. Oh, did I already thank you?”
     “There’s no need. It was cute. You really love her, don’t you?” she asked, tilting her chin to the phone.
     “Yes, I do,” was all he could manage.
     “I’ll leave you to it,” she said and smiled, pushing the check across to him.
     For a second he realized that his feelings for Ann mattered to him so much that he had no desire to flirt, even with someone as attractive as the bartender. Eagerly, he read the rest of Ann’s text, ... and your steaming hot whispers in my ear. I’ll take control from there. Text me when you land.
     The scintillating image of Ann floated through his mind again, and then he fantasized about running his fingers through her blonde hair, Ann’s luscious lips parting wide to reveal her wet tongue as a sigh escaped. Her blue eyes half-lidded, she would lower herself to him for a kiss, shrouding the room from his view with her beautiful face as she put her hand behind his head, raking her fingers through his black hair, firmly insistent, keeping him close as she used her lips and tongue, sucking, licking, nipping, and marking his succulent mouth as hers.
     John’s mind was whirling as he pictured her other hand grabbing his and bringing it to her breast. At first he’d lightly cup her warm flesh, but then she’d use her hand to show him what she really wanted. She’d take him through it, telling him to press harder, rub, and finally roll her firm nipple between his thumb and finger. “Now move your hips more. Let me feel you inside me,” she’d command, and soon they’d both be rocking together as they approached…
     “Last call to board Flight 383 to RDU at Gate 41.”

MILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
     This excerpt comes from Lee Malcolm’s Remote Control as John is waiting in an airport restaurant for his flight.

     Then Ann’s next message came: I want your hands on me. I want to feel your weight on me, pressing me down. I need your lips on mine, on my neck, my body…
     His reading was interrupted by, “Anything else?”
     John nearly dropped the phone as he looked up at the waitress.
     “Nope, no. Thank you. That’s it. I’m good. And thank you. Oh, did I already thank you?”
     “There’s no need. It was cute. You really love her, don’t you?” she asked, tilting her chin to the phone.
     “Yes, I do,” was all he could manage.
     “I’ll leave you to it,” she said and smiled, pushing the check across to him.
     For a second he realized that his feelings for Ann mattered to him so much that he had no desire to flirt, even with someone as attractive as the bartender. Eagerly, he read the rest of Ann’s text, ... and your steaming hot whispers in my ear. I’ll take control from there. Text me when you land.
     The scintillating image of Ann floated through his mind again, and then he fantasized about running his fingers through her blonde hair, Ann’s luscious lips parting to reveal her wet tongue as a sigh escaped. Her blue eyes half-lidded, she would lower herself onto him for a kiss, shrouding the room from his view with her beautiful face as she put her hand behind his head, raking her fingers through his black hair, firmly insistent, keeping him close as she used her lips to mark his succulent mouth as hers.
     John’s mind was whirling as he pictured all the other things they’d be doing to one another’s bodies as they approached…
     “Last call to board Flight 383 to RDU at Gate 41.”