QSFer Janelle Reston has a new FF sci fi/fantasy erotica book out:
Hot Drinks Press is thrilled to present nine delectable stories of lesbian love and lust by Janelle Reston, the best-selling queen of Sapphic eroticism. Experience shower sex, outdoor loving, BDSM, and a variety of forbidden pleasures. From first-time sexual experiences at a women’s college to the kinky exploits of experienced dommes, these scorching hot stories have something for everyone.
The volume contains both contemporary and speculative stories, including:
Water & Air
Miranda is an ordinary young woman resentful of the magic that runs in her family but has skipped her generation. But when Miranda meets a water witch named Hazel, she starts to wonder if the practitioners of magic aren’t so bad after all.
Making Snow
In this sexy, modern take on the Grimm fairy tale “Frau Holle” (“Mother Hulda”), a ski resort manager falls through the ice and finds herself in a new world of sensual delights.
Alien Vibes
A couple’s obsession with The X-Files and little gray aliens goes deeper than most.
Excerpt
From “Making Snow” in Janelle Reston’s Best Lesbian Erotica: From Sweet To Spicy
Janelle Reston © 2018
All Rights Reserved
Note: This scene takes place after Jolie falls through the ice of a frozen pond and awakes in a strange but pleasant place where the only resident is an ageless woman named Kindra.
They slept in separate rooms. This was a disappointment to Jolie, but she didn’t say so. Besides, her quarters were extravagantly comfortable, with a feather bed and down-filled duvet and pillows. She felt like she was sleeping inside a cloud.
After breakfast the next morning, Kindra came into Jolie’s room to fluff the bedding out. She whipped the duvet into the air and snapped it vigorously. Tiny white plumes emerged from the ticking, rising up like unsettled dust—first one, and then another, until soon the room was filled with a storm of delicate feathers as thick as the previous day’s blizzard. They tickled Jolie’s skin as they floated past her toward the window, each a finger that left a trail of desire in its wake. As they emerged into the full sun of outdoors, she noticed a change: each feathery plume transformed into a snowflake.
Jolie gasped and spun around. She could barely make out Kindra’s pale skin or white dress among the countless feathers filling the air. “But how—?” As Jolie spoke the words, a plume settled into her mouth and dissolved into water.
“I am the mother of snow.” Kindra’s voice rose through the feathers’ flutter. “When I shake the bedding, it brings snow to your world.”
“But we haven’t had snow in ages.” Jolie knew this much even if she couldn’t remember anything else about the place she’d come from.
“It’s difficult to keep up with the world’s demands. The Atlantic seaboard, the Rockies, the Andes, Mongolia, the Pyrenees, Kilimanjaro … I can never make enough for them all. If one has enough, another falls short.”
“I’ll help, then.” Jolie made her way toward the bed and picked up a pillow. She tossed it into the air until her arms were weak and trembling. Then she started with the next pillow. How long they went on, she couldn’t tell. She was breathless and wobbly muscled when the last loose feather drifted out the window.
Author Bio
Janelle Reston lives on a lake with her partner and their black cats. She loves watching Battlestar Galactica and queering gender. Her work has been featured in Best Women’s Erotica, Volume 2; Best Lesbian Erotica, Volume 2; and the 2018 Lambda Literary Award Finalist Unspeakably Erotic. You can keep up with her at www.janellereston.com.