My friend and morning writing buddy Holly Day is back on the blog today to talk a bit about her newest release, There Will Be Aliens. Can I just say how much I love that name? 😍
Welcome Holly. And no need to do the dishes, I have a dishwasher to do that for me 😉
Thank you, Nell, for allowing me to come back. I promise I’ll help with the dishes this time 😁
Mars needs women, did you know? Or it’s not Mars that needs women – as far as I know, there is no one living on Mars – but Negudade needs women. Now, you might think there is no place called Negudade, and you wouldn’t be alone in those beliefs. Carlo Russo, one of the main characters in There Will Be Aliens, doesn’t believe in aliens at all, let alone a planet called Negudade.
That all changes when a bunch of huge creatures with swishing tails and dragon teeth try to steal his best friend, Grace, from right under his nose. The aliens are there to kidnap women so they can have alien babies.
Carlo’s life might be falling apart, but he has no desire to ever set foot on a spaceship. No matter how much he struggles, he soon finds himself overpowered, though.
Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons, yup that’s his name, finds the Earthling male alluring and brings him along. He’s on a mission to save his planet. The Negudade people have lost their emotional responses, and by mixing their genes with the earthlings, they hope to bring them back.
The gesturing hands and facial expressions have Zenon intrigued. He could spend his entire day watching the human, but he has a job to do, and that includes flying them safely through an area controlled by space pirates.
I wrote There Will Be Aliens to celebrate Extraterrestrial Abductions Day. Every year, on March 20th, Extraterrestrial Abductions Day is celebrated. You can do it by reading a Sci-Fi story, watch your favourite alien movie, or look at the sky to see if you can spot a UFO. Watch out, though! They’re out to get you!
Carlo stumbled on the even road. “Shots were a bad idea, Gracie.”
She giggled and hooked her arm in his. “They were. I want pizza now, and I know I’m gonna have a headache tomorrow.”
Carlo sighed. He didn’t want to think about tomorrow. What the fuck would he do with his life? He had no place to stay since Ryan owned the apartment. He didn’t have a job since Ryan owned the restaurant where he’d worked and had been fired from. He didn’t have any money since, well, he’d worked as a waiter in a restaurant.
“It’ll be all right.” Grace patted his arm.
Had he spoken out loud? He didn’t think so. “I wish we had some weed.”
“I’m not sure getting high on top of being drunk will solve our problems.”
“No?” Carlo wasn’t so sure.
“Remember when we lived in the group home on Mill Lane?”
Carlo shuddered. “I’d rather not.”
“How the fuck did we end up here, Carlo? We swore when we got out that we would do something with our lives.”
“We have. Neither of us is in prison, neither of us has a drug addiction, and we’re not living on welfare. It’s a huge step up.”
“Yes, but what about family, a nice house, or a job we like?”
Carlo groaned. “I have to get a new job.”
“See what I mean?” She pulled at his arm, gesturing at a bench bathed in the soft glow of a streetlamp under a huge oak tree. Carlo shivered in the chilly March night but allowed her to steer him to the bench.
As soon as they sat, the surrounding shadows moved.
“What the…” He squinted. “What’s that?”
Grace clung to him. “Did you slip us drugs? I think I’m hallucinating.”
He hadn’t, but could someone else have? But why would they? Four huge black forms moved toward them. Carlo sucked in a breath as he noticed white, gleaming teeth.
The aliens were eight-nine feet tall with rippling muscles, midnight black skin, and…fangs. Not like vampire teeth, but fangs—both upper and lower canines.
“Holy shit. They have dragon teeth.”
Carlo didn’t look away from the monsters. “There is no such thing as dragons.”
“Are you sure?”
Right now, he suspected he was hallucinating or dreaming, so maybe there were dragons in this reality. “No.”
One of the monsters took a step forward. His skin was so dark blue it looked black, and he pointed a sharp-looking claw at them. Three fingers and a thumb, Carlo noted. Could’ve been worse, could’ve been tentacles. Then he swished a tail, and Carlo yelped in surprise.
As they took a step forward in unison, he flew to his feet. He might hallucinate, but he wouldn’t let them take Grace without a fight.
Carlo Russo is having the worst day. Not only has he lost his job, caught his boyfriend cheating, and had one too many shots with his best friend Grace, now he’s seeing aliens too. Big, black, tail-equipped aliens. After a futile struggle, he and Grace find themselves on a spaceship leaving Earth.
Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons doesn’t know what it is about the earthling male. Their mission is to bring back ten females in hopes of them being able to provide their planet with children, but he wants the male. What he’s going to do with the male, he doesn’t know, but he’s claiming him as his payment for going on the mission.
Carlo doesn’t approve of kidnapping, but the aliens aren’t too bad, and once the language chip is installed, he finds it entertaining to talk to them. Zen in particular. They’re standoffish and never show any emotion, but Carlo has no problem cuddling up next to Zen at night.
All Zenon wants is to spend time with Carlo, but it’s his job to get them all home in one piece. Will he be able to keep Carlo safe from all the dangers lurking along the trip? He has to because Carlo is his, and he’s not letting him go.
M/M Sci-Fi Romance | 32,509 words
According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If she’ll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldn’t last a day without coffee.
Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.