An LGBTQ+ Sci-Fi Paranormal Action Romance

Date Published: June 12, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press

Stranded… on Earth. Thrust together by fate, can these offworlders
find a way to connect?

Stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, he surveyed the loft. A bunk
bed was sidled up against the wall beside him. A single bedside table was
arranged on the side closest to the stairs, nestled between the dresser and
the bed. A large area rug was the only decoration in the middle of the room.
Across from it, a very small double bed was set up, the covers strewn about as
if a wild animal had slept there the night before.

He tensed, spying the results of his late night.

Sheets of formerly white paper littered the floor. Sketches covered the three
walls. It appeared as if he’d gone on some drawing binge last night.

Picking up one piece of paper, he studied the drawing. Anthropomorphic cats
sprawled along the page. A head here, a hand there, a full body just barely
traced out.

The next sheet he picked up had the same theme as the first. On this one he’d
focused on an ear, the pointed tip, the hint of fur shading the delicate
slope. He’d drawn the ear from the front and back and every other angle he
could possibly imagine.

The next sheet portrayed various tails, some rough and some more detailed.
There was one covered in crescent shaped spots, and another that had a hint of
stripes.

Every sheet he picked up had the same theme. He’d even used up several sheets
just drawing eyes. The corners tilted up in amusement, narrowed with heat,
wide with surprise.

Turning his attention to the walls, he realized he’d gone into even more
detail here. A planet was stretched above his dad’s bed, hints of trees and
mountains sketched out in minute detail. Around the planet, he’d obviously
started and halted several prototypes, because small shadows of round globes
circled the larger shape.

He had no idea where he’d gotten this inspiration from, but he wasn’t going to
complain. It was some of his best work recently. Apparently he only needed to
come out to Bumfuck, Nowhere, to get plenty of material for his next project.

The bunk bed wall and the wall by the stairs were covered with various
drawings, some of his past work that had been up for years. He’d done that
over a decade ago. It’d been so long he barely noticed it anymore.

Darren scratched his belly, looking down at his chest covered only by the
freckles he’d cursed since junior high. He was barefoot, his feet peeking out
from under the worn and faded jeans. They were a size too large on him —
courtesy of his rebellious teenage years when he’d been in love with a certain
rapper/male model. God, that man was gorgeous. Darren sighed in remembrance.
He’d jacked off on more than one occasion to pictures of the underwear model.

Hell, at least his own tighty-whiteys weren’t showing above the waistband.
Come to think of it, he wasn’t wearing underwear. His pants were in danger of
falling completely off, hanging precariously from his narrow hips. Darren
sniffed, trying to remember when he’d last had clean clothes. The jeans he’d
originally found in a forgotten cupboard set along the wall beside the stairs.
He hadn’t realized he’d left clothes behind but he was grateful for it when
his previous jeans just about stood up and demanded to be washed.

Making his way down the stairs into the main room of the cabin, he looked
around to see what kind of trouble he’d gotten into out here. His dad was
going to tear a strip off him. He was still mad about the two walls in the
loft, and Darren had done that in his teens.

Directly across from him were more anthropomorphic cats, drawn up and around
the front door. Hell, he’d even drawn on the back of the door itself. He was
so screwed when his dad saw this.

Cats of every species… some covered in stripes, some in spots, some
furry with tufts of fur along their cheeks. The majority of them resembled
lions, though, sleek and beautiful cats. With one single big cat front and
center dwarfing the others.

Make that cat men, since every one of them was anatomically correct,
especially the large lion creature in the center of the wall. He blinked,
impressed despite himself. He’d definitely been more than generous when he’d
been shading in the cats’ nether regions. Good on him, it’d obviously been way
too long since he’d been laid.

No way would he get away with that in a movie. Lordy, he still considered
himself lucky every time he got a job on another film. The last thing he
needed was for some bigwig to see this display and he’d be laughed out of
Hollywood for being a perv.

Not that there weren’t a fair share of pervs in Hollywood, but he prided
himself on being above the rest of the riffraff.

He turned to view the wall to his left, behind the ragged couch. The two
windows interrupted the mural, but it was still impressive.

A massive warship sat high within a galaxy of stars. He’d paid special
attention to each constellation, meticulously drawing every tiny detail.

This was by far his best work.

The warship was shaded intricately with blue ink, each hatch set apart from
the sleek lines of the ship. What appeared to be weapons stood out from the
simple style of the rest of the craft, bulging along the sides and at the
front. The entire top of the ship was open, the hint of glass reflecting back
at him. Shapes were present behind the glass, but he couldn’t quite make them
out.

“Not bad,” he murmured. “A race of alien beings inhabiting a large planet. A
ship carrying space explorers from Earth crash lands. Suddenly the cat-like
aliens take the humans prisoner, binding them and using them as slaves.”

He snorted, laughing at himself.

“Yeah, sounds familiar. Planet of the Apes, anyone? Strike one for Darren.
Although it wouldn’t be too bad to be used as a sex slave by some of these big
guys. Talk about wishful thinking.”

About the Author

Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty five
erotic romance stories currently published. She has been known to accept
writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions. Jade
is a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a
person’s gender identity or sexual orientation.

Originally from Northern Ontario, she’s lived in British Columbia and the
Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta
where she’s hard at work on her next story. Jade loves to hear from readers!

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Date Published: June 9, 2026

As a Christmas surprise, Lori Hamlin’s family sends her to The Beach
House Hotel on the Gulf Coast of Florida to help her recover from the loss of
her husband two years ago, hoping she will realize it’s time to change
her life. There, she meets Griffin Sawyer, who’s on his own after his
fiancée left him at the altar. Neither one is interested in anything
but friendship, but Lori and Griff decide to spend the New Year’s
holiday together.

Griff has to leave unexpectedly because his grandfather, the owner of the
Adeline Hills Winery, has had a stroke. Having been told about wine and
growing grapes by Griff, Lori decides to learn more. And when she signs up for
a stay at the winery’s guest cottage, she meets Griff and his entire
family. Then, they must decide if friendship is what they truly want or if the
past will prevent them from moving forward.

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She enjoyed her childhood and young-adult years in Elmira, New York, and now
makes her home in Boise, Idaho, with her husband and their adorable
dachshunds, Wally and Kacy, and other members of her family.

While growing up, she loved the idea of writing stories from a young age.
Books were always present, being read, ready to go back to the library, or
about to be discovered. All in her family shared information from the books in
general conversation, giving them a wealth of knowledge and vivid
imaginations.

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Date Published: 04-17-2025

Excerpt

A week later, as roll call is coming to an end, a woman standing close to Ivy
begins coughing and heaves clots of blood that splash onto the white frost at
her feet. She is so weak she struggles to stay on her feet. She staggers for a
moment and then stumbles forward onto the woman in front of her. The weak,
sick woman has no strength left, and falls backwards onto Ivy. Ivy
instinctively reaches forward to catch her, but is late in getting to her. The
weight of the sick woman falls directly onto Ivy’s left arm. As Ivy
catches her, she feels the leather strap snap under the woman’s weight.
The prosthesis falls to the ground, making a crunching noise as it hits the
frost.

Ivy’s first reaction is to camouflage the prosthesis lying on the
ground, and she falls onto it, pulling the woman on top of her. “Karen,
help me,” is Ivy’s desperate call. Karen notices the whole event,
and reacts quickly by falling on top of the two women. A guard pushes his way
past the rest of the women, and storms towards them, “Get up! This is no
place to lie down!” The rasping command spreads fear into the three
women lying on the frost.

They don’t look at the guard and Karen tries to crawl over Ivy and reach
for the prosthesis. However, the guard notices the straps sticking out from
under the sick woman’s waist. As Karen picks it up, the guard sticks his
huge black military boot out and tramples her fingers into the frost. She
screams with pain, but does not let go of the thongs, hoping she can hide the
prosthesis and the thongs under Ivy and the sick woman. Karen kicks at the
guard’s knee high boots, and he doesn’t feel anything. She is
trying to distract his attention and allow Ivy to hide the prosthesis.

“What’s this?” The guard kneels down looking at the thongs,
and pulls them towards him. He stands up and holds the prosthesis shoulder
high. Bewilderment is the first expression he portrays and then a smirk
filters over his face. He looks directly at Ivy who lies on the cold frost.
She rolls over face down onto the frost

and starts sobbing, knowing that after all she had been through, she has now
been found out. Karen crawls towards her on all fours, leans over her, and
tries to console her. “Ivy, we must be strong, they won’t hurt us.
Be strong, please.” Karen knows she is talking to herself as well, and
that the words are futile. This has to be the end for both women.

“Get up!” shouts the guard as he kicks Ivy and Karen. He leaves
the sick woman who is unable to move, blood still pouring out of her mouth as
she coughs. “I said get up! Are you also deaf, woman!” The
statement cuts into Ivy’s heart like a sharp, piecing hot iron.

Karen is the first one on her feet, and she leans over to help Ivy. The guard
reacts with a swift thrust of his right arm against Karen’s back that
sends her crashing to the ground. “She can get up on her own!
Let’s see her do it.” Turning to Ivy, he shouts hysterically at
her, “Get up, woman, or must I shoot you now!” Ivy gets to her
knees and falls again. Her strength is sapped by fear and anguish. By now,
fear and heartache flood both their hearts. For Ivy, it is all over. Surely
they will kill me is all she can think of. Oh, why did this have to happen
now? She shakes on her feet as she sobs, cradling the left stump in her right
hand. Why God, why? The guard grabs Karen by the neck, and pushes her brutally
towards the back of the ranks. “We will teach you to betray the
Wehrmacht, slut. There is only one way to teach you a lesson, and everyone
else!” By now, the guard is so angry at the fact that a woman has
concealed her prosthesis from the army, he is prepared to vent this on Karen.

The matron, who is standing on the platform, doesn’t care what the guard
does to Karen. Then she points to Ivy, who is still on her knees trying to get
up, and commands another guard in a callous fashion, “Bring me that heap
of misery!” Ivy is terrified. Her body shakes as she tries to walk
through the prisoners towards the matron. As she reaches the platform, Ivy
stands in front of the matron, her head is down looking at the ground because
she is unable to face her executioner.

“So, you have been hiding this from us all this time!” The words
slam into Ivy’s heart as she stands shaking, knowing that this is to be
her impromptu trial. “How long have you been like this?” Ivy
cannot bring herself to reply. Through the tears, she looks up at the matron.

The matron struts to her desk and drops into the chair. She pays no attention
to Ivy, who stands in front of her shaking. Ivy has no control over her
emotions anymore, and the anxiety and terror that encases her heart causes her
to soil herself. She stands in front of the matron still holding her left
stump in her right hand.

Ivy’s fate is in the hands of this plump round-faced matron who, during
the years at the camp, has never showed mercy to anyone. Surely Ivy’s
punishment will be worse than Karen’s. Oh, God, please help me, I am
this way because of you, please God, please, begs Ivy under her breath as she
stands trembling from fear.

“How long have you been like this?” inquires the matron for the
second time. Ivy tries to straighten up, and she wipes the tears from off her
checks. Then she reaches down to her torn dress, and uses it to wipe her nose.
She croaks out the words, “Since birth.”

“Then how in tarnation did you get into this camp, and hide this from us
all the time!” The matron explodes in anger and slams her fist on the
desk as she speaks at the top of her voice. “Do you know what they do to
deformed people in the Third Reich?” The question thunders in
Ivy’s ears. She knows all too well what happens to them, and she
realizes that this is the eventual road she will have to go once the matron is
finished with her.

It is too much for Ivy, and her knees cave in under the mental pressure, and
she leans forward to hold onto the desk as the gravity of the situation swoops
over her.

“Do you know that I have no choice but to follow orders and shoot
you?” The uncouth matron, who shows no pity on Ivy, mouths the death
knell. With the emptiness of a hangman, she speaks them to Ivy, as if to say,
you are done for. “Please, Matron, please,” says Ivy as she sobs,
desperately pleading for her life to be spared. She can get nothing else out.
Her throat dries up, and her mind is swimming as the overpowering fear
avalanches its way into her heart. She falls to her knees under the strain and
pressure and hangs onto the edge of the desk, breaking out into a heart
wrenching sob.

“Adjutant, get in here!” shouts the matron. This must be the final
decision for Ivy, as she realizes she will now be dragged out to the courtyard
and shot in front of the other prisoners. She tries to stand up and face the
last few minutes of her life with at least some dignity.

The adjutant walks briskly to the matron’s desk and stands to attention,
waiting his instructions. To her amazement Ivy hears the words, “Get me
this woman’s file.” The adjutant pulls at Ivy’s right arm,
and looks at her number, does an about face, walks out of the office, and
returns a few minutes later with a brown manila file.

The matron reaches for the file and casually flips it open. Her eyes fall on a
letter addressed to her from Captain Willem Langford in the Textile factory in
Berlin where Ivy has worked. A frown creases her brow as she holds the letter
towards the light.

The matron drops the letter on her desk and speaks to Ivy in a condescending
manner, “You seemed to be of some use to this Captain Langford, what did
you get up to there? I suppose you were more than a designer, or do I read
this incorrectly?” Ivy is insulted by the remark, and for the first time
she stares at the matron, this time in indignation. “I don’t know
what you mean. I did what I was told, and that’s all.” She gathers
enough courage to make her next point very

clear, “Contrary to your thinking, Captain Langford is an honorable man,
and a fine officer. As for me, I’m your prisoner, and have never been
abused by him.”

“Captain Langford, this is Matron Von Eck at Ravensbruck Concentration
Camp.”

“Yes, Matron, what can I do for you?” Langford is cordial and to
the point. “I want you to think back to when you had a prisoner working
for you. Her name was Jacobson, she was…”

The matron can say no more as Langford immediately interrupts her. “Yes,
I remember her, Matron. She did the Wehrmacht excellent service, even as a
prisoner.” There is a moment of silence before Langford speaks again.
“Matron, it was the last day she worked for us. The moment I found out
she had one hand, I sent her back to you. This was also the day that General
Gruber visited the factory, and gave us orders to start a new production line
for the next phase for the war. It was when I was discussing the new designs
with her that I found out she was deformed.”

Langford uses his superior rank on the matron and reacts to her question,
“I wrote to you the day I transferred her back to you. How come you are
calling me now about this woman?” The question is direct and places the
matron on the defensive.

“Something has come up, and she is involved in it. I needed to get
clarification from you.” Her answer is evasive and almost works.

Langford again decides to use his rank, and in an unprecedented manner,
commands the matron. “I will need her very soon again. In fact I am
looking for workers with such talent right now, and instructing you to do
nothing with her. I will contact you within the month, and arrange her
transfer back to this factory. Is that understood?”

The matron has no choice but to obey the officer who is much higher in rank
than her. She also realizes that there is nothing she can do to Ivy. That is
her instruction, and she had better take care of Ivy, or she will be held
accountable by her superiors if anything happens to her.

The matron replaces the receiver, scowls as she shuffles the papers back into
Ivy’s folder, and bellows, “Jacobson, get back in here,
now!”

As Ivy walks back into the office expecting to hear her death sentence, to her
amazement, Ivy hears the matron growl at her as she struggles to say,
“Return to your barrack. Let me be clear on this, if you ever flaunt
your deformity to anyone, or on any guard, I will personally take great
delight in punishing you. Do you hear me?”

Ivy does not answer her. She turns around and walks out of the office. As she
leaves, she looks up at the sky. It is grey and miserable that morning. But,
now there is a ray of sunshine peeping through a gap in the clouds. She takes
hold of her left arm and says through the tears of relief, “IYSH”.

About the Author

 Greg Price is a writer, human resource expert and an ordained minister. He has
traveled extensively throughout the world and shares his experiences by
translating them into literary characters who inspire and motivate the reader.
Greg immigrated to the United States from south Africa and currently lives
with his wife in Mississippi.

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Children’s Picture Book

Date Published: 07-02-2026

Publisher: Solander Press

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Kelly is a former elementary, middle grade and college educator. Her work at
LEGO Education spanned two decades in a variety of positions from Curriculum
Specialist to Global Master Trainer. Kelly loves to travel, meet new people,
and learn about the world around her. She is active in her community, serving
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Date Published: 4-21-2026

Publisher: Ground One Press

New York City, 1981. Dianna leaves her small southern town for the bright
lights and rich culture of the Big Apple and a prime job at the Met. Sparks
fly when she crosses paths with a charming Lebanese diplomat. A shared night
of passion launches her into an exciting romance and opens her eyes to a
bloody conflict far from home. But as warring factions take hold overseas, she
can’t shake the feeling that her new love is hiding dark secrets.

Qasim has never known peace. When he gets the chance to bring his
country’s troubles before the United Nations, he abandons his family
obligations to heal his war-torn homeland. But his true mission takes a detour
when he falls for a beautiful American woman. Against the urging of his
closest friend and mentor, he wants to share his heart and hopes with her.

In the face of cultural barriers and mounting war, can Dianna and Qasim find
the strength to stand up for their love and a lasting peace?

Having firsthand experience in the places she writes about, Kathryn brings a
unique authenticity to her stories, blending rich cultural details with the
universal themes of love, redemption, and peace. She studied creative writing
at Hollins University, and publications management at George Washington
University. She currently lives in Maryland with her husband. They have two
adult children, off to their own world adventures, but still parent a feisty
feline. Next on their bucket list: Croatia, Portugal, or Tanzania!

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