QSFer J. Johanis has a new sci fi book out:
Captain Gideon is a candidate at the Drago Star Academy and well on his way to fulfilling his lifelong dream—to be a Star Commander and fight the alien insurgency on Earth. However, before he can complete his training, he is captured by an unknown entity who sells him to a sadistic alien master. He strives to follow his military training, but nothing can prepare him for the abuse he endures at the hands of his deviant captors.
Despite his disorientation, Gideon realizes things are not as they seem. Though his captors appear to be slavers, they have the resources of a government or rebel entity. To complicate matters, the air smells different, the people look strange, and the light of the sun is all wrong. Gideon’s only hope is escape, but if they’ve taken him from his home planet, is escape even possible?
Content Advisory: Graphic violence, non-con, & abuse.
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Excerpt
The man rose from his seat, a slight smirk on his smooth, handsome face. A thin cigar was pinched between his fingers, and his straight, blond hair tied behind his head, fell in silky strands down the back of his expensive suit. The man sauntered over to Gideon and stopped before him. Gideon’s eyes gravitated to a tattoo peeking from beneath his collar. After inspecting Gideon for a moment, the beautiful man took a drag on his cigar and blew a puff of smoke in Gideon’s face.
Gideon bit down, clenching his teeth as he glared. He had to remember his training. Fighting with his captors would only invite punishment. The man appeared no older than Gideon, and though he stood at the same height, his build was sleek. Gideon knew he could take him down easily. There was no way Gideon was going to submit to a man who was so damn gorgeous.
The man’s smirk turned into a smile. “My name is Drago, and I’m your master,” he said in perfect English.
“I have no master!” Gideon snapped before he could stop himself.
Drago grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “I own you, and you will speak only when I ask you to do so.” Then Drago ran his tongue from the base of his neck to his chin, the metal ball in his tongue bar sending a shiver up Gideon’s spine. The smell of smoke mingled with Drago’s masculine scent invaded his senses, and hot blood rushed to his groin. Gideon closed his eyes, kicking himself for being turned on by this man. His cock was so damn confused.
“You like that?” Drago asked close to his ear, lightly caressing his growing erection. Shit, I’m fucking up. Gideon clamped his jaw tight, refusing to make eye contact. “I can tell we’re going to have fun tonight.”
Holding his cigar with his teeth, Drago turned Gideon’s head to the side and plucked his ear drive from its port. “You’re not going to need that any longer.” After tucking the drive in his breast pocket, Drago released his hair, walked to a table behind him, and put his cigar out. “I’m going to give you a chance to defend yourself, but I’m sorry to say, I don’t like playing fair.” Drago turned back toward Gideon, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he spoke. “You see, I care nothing for love and courting. I’m a predator, and what I want is pure and carnal.” Drago draped his jacket over the back of the couch next to the table and unbuttoned his white dress shirt revealing a large tattoo of a dragon, which curled around his chest and extended to his back.
“When I play, I play hard, but I like my victims to be willing. I need you to be desperate for what I have to give you.” Drago watched Gideon closely as he removed the rest of his clothing.
Once completely naked, Drago released his hair, letting long blond locks loose over his strong shoulders, silky strands falling down to his waist. No longer registering his words, Gideon gaped at the sleek, masculine vision before him. Never had he seen a man as beautiful as Drago. Then his breath left him. The shiny green and blue dragon tattoo began to move across Drago’s skin, first slinking around his back, and then growing until the scales extended to every part of his body, covering every inch of his skin except for his face and neck.
“Disengage shackles,” Drago ordered. In the next moment, the metal clamps holding Gideon’s ankles clicked open, freed his feet, and disappeared back into the floor.
“I hope you’ve been paying attention, Gideon,” Drago said, taking a step toward him.
Gideon looked up, shocked to hear Drago use his name. Then the dragon tattoo covering his body began to shine, and it looked like the light was hitting actual scales. Gideon backed away as large wings grew out of Drago’s shoulders and a long tail snaked around one leg. The scales on Drago’s body looked like hard armor, and his face was all that remained human. Gideon’s eyes grew wide as he retreated, and his back hit the wall. There he stood plastered, his heart beating rapidly.
“What are you?”
Drago laughed. “I’m the native species of your planet. What do you think D-KS stands for? You were born and raised on the Dragon planet under the Kriton Star though your history is written as if we never existed.”
“You’re an alien?”
“Wrong! I’m a dragon, and you’re the alien on my planet!”
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Author Bio
J. Johanis writes dark M/M erotic fantasy and enjoys writing plots that are historical or myth-based.
Website: http://jjohanis.com/giveaways-2/