As the year winds down, so does the work on my M/M SciFi romance Subject 5691: Petri. It started off as a flash serial, but the characters demanded their stories be told in a more comprehensive format. I began revisions longer ago than I’d like to admit, but it’s now finished and off to the beta readers. I’m looking at publishing it early in the new year as long as the holidays don’t throw that off course too badly.
The final word counts falls at a smidge over 83,000 and I’m pretty darn happy with every one of them. I’ve read and reread this thing more times than I’d like but each time I still catch something I missed the other zillion read-throughs.
Petri is a bit darker in this version than the original. Grokhaar a bit more multi-dimensional. I’ve brought secondary characters in earlier, created a few new ones, built up back story, and generally smoothed out most of the rough edges. It’s been a wild and fun ride with my space boys and I hope folks enjoy it as much as I have writing it.
Below is an unedited snippet that’s NSFW due to language. Please to enjoy.
“What has angered you, Grokhaar Xandria?”
Focusing on the male’s face washed away the red tinges of fury that threatened to overcome good sense. Dwelling on the Alliance was like playing tag with a sideslither: it was as pointless as it was painful and the serpent rewarded the fun with a bite on your arse. He shook his head and turned to face the front.
“Thinking too much, lad, that’s all.”
A scan of the perimeter of the ship reported on the nearby storms. One raged behind the ship in impotent fury, like an infant crying after spitting out a pacifier. The portside storm had fizzled out before it even began. At starboard, two swirls of gases and lightning fought for supremacy with neither gaining the advantage. Nothing loomed in the distance. It was a refreshing lull he sorely needed.
“You ever fly a ship?”
The male’s head popped up like it was on a string. “Why do you ask?”
“Don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Thought I’d see what’s left in the hold to fill our bellies. I’ve put the ol’ girl on auto, but I’d feel better with a pair of hands waiting nearby. Those storms pop up quicker than a virgin’s dick in a whorehouse.”
“Do you compare everything to fornication?”
“Only the fun and dangerous things.” He chuckled.
A frown wrinkled the younger man’s brow. “That makes little sense. One should respect dangerous things.”
“I can respect something and have fun with it, too. Makes life more enjoyable. Live a little, lad!”
“I was correct. You are a madman.”