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Take a romp into a future gone wild.... Boldly going where no woman has gone before, four women sift through the rubble of disaster in search of love and passion....

Farthest Space: The Wrath of Jan by Ellen Fisher: Stranded on a remote planet with Captain Steven T. McNeill, the galaxy's biggest playboy, and facing deadly dangers that include starvation and large, hungry saber-toothed cats, Vaish's deepest desires should be survival and escape. So why do her desires seem to focus on how sexy her captain is instead?

Earth Girls Aren't Easy by Jaide Fox: Rebel Earthling, Chyna Lin has just been "presented" the "opportunity" by alien King Darion Jatara to bear his children. She has two problems with that. One--he's a real ass. Two--she has every intention of escaping.

Fully Functional by Ashley Ladd: Shannon tests Gregg's new "smart" house and androids to get closer to Gregg, even though it's against her better judgment to trust the mad, if hot, scientist. Things get crazy when the randy butler android tries to prove how "fully functional" he is, the bots hold her prisoner in her own house, and they plot world domination. Only Gregg can save her--the same man who sent remote control cars crashing through her living room and caused her hair to catch on fire.

Interplanetary Love by Shelley Munro: Ekim Ramuk, of the planet Nidni, is famous. Women are falling all over themselves to bed Nidni’s greatest lover, but Ekim has a dark secret. He’s a virgin. When a drunken impulse leads to Carly into signing up with a dating agency she’s expecting the worst. Instead, she ends up with Ekim--a god on two legs. There has got to be something wrong with this picture...

TRIPPING THROUGH THE UNIVERSE

With stories by

Ellen Fisher
Jaide Fox
Ashley Ladd
Shelley Munro

Farthest Space: The Wrath of Jan © copyright August 2005, Ellen Fisher
Earth Girls Aren't Easy © copyright August 2005, Jaide Fox
Fully Functional © copyright August 2005, Ashley Ladd
Interplanetary Love © copyright August 2005, Shelley Munro
Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright August 2005
ISBN 1-58608-597-2
New Concepts Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

FARTHEST SPACE:
The Wrath of Jan

By

Ellen Fisher

Chapter One

His new communications officer was blue-skinned.
All over.
Captain Steven T. McNeill's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of his new officer. She was quite lovely, if you didn't object to an extra set of arms, and her long, midnight blue hair flowed down her back in a rippling waterfall, almost to her rounded derriere. For the sake of his concentration, he couldn't help but wish it flowed down her front instead. Unfortunately, her species, the Noo'dis't, believed clothes were an abomination and an affront to nature, and they refused to wear clothing under any circumstances. There was absolutely no question she was pale blue all over, from the crown of her head to the tips of her dainty little...
"The decks have already been swabbed once today, Captain."
At his second-in-command's dry comment, Steven's head whipped around. He found Commander Vaish watching him through steely eyes. "I beg your pardon, Number One?"
"Your tongue, sir. It was hanging nearly to the deck. I thought perhaps you intended to begin scrubbing the floor with it."
Anyone else would have made that comment with a touch of humor, but not Vaish. If she had a sense of humor, he'd never located it. She was a beautiful woman too, and the alien cast of her features only added to her distinctiveness, yet her stunning beauty gave the impression of having been carved out of a glacier. Her pale lavender hair was always pulled up tightly at the back of her head, displaying her pointed ears, and her strange, slanted eyes, an unearthly shade of yellow, never showed the slightest flicker of emotion.
"My tongue was not..." Steven began, then thought better of it. His tongue probably had been hanging out of his mouth. When a man saw a gorgeous set of forward blasters, blue-skinned or otherwise, he couldn't really be expected not to look, could he?
He got more of an eyeful than he expected when his new communications officer marched toward him and saluted smartly, causing her right breast to jiggle in a very interesting way. Her left breast rippled too, presumably just to keep the right one company. He stood up hastily and returned the salute.
"Lieutenant S'ansi reporting for duty, sir!"
He frowned for a moment, reflecting that he'd reviewed the new duty roster yesterday, and he somehow recalled that S'ansi was a human male. Evidently there was either a problem with the records, or a flaw in his memory. Not that it mattered. He wasn't sorry in the least to discover S'ansi was female.
He smiled at her warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant."
Beside him he heard Vaish's low, sardonic voice. "Of course it is."
He was a little irritated by her insinuating tone. As if he'd ever have sex with a colleague. Although he'd made love to a Noo'dis't woman once before, three years ago, and he had to admit the four arms definitely added to the experience. His thoughts started drifting as he recalled exactly what Noo'dis't women did with those extra arms.
"Do other humans drool on such a regular basis?" Vaish inquired coolly.
I wasn't drooling, Steven thought. Although the front of his uniform did seem a bit damp. He made a mental note that there must be a problem with the environmental controls.
"You need to report in four units," he said to S'ansi, ignoring Vaish and her acerbic tone. They'd worked together for five years, and he'd learned to ignore her snide comments. Mostly. "In the meantime, why don't you look around the Arisia a bit? Get settled in?"
"I'd like that, sir," she said, smiling back at him in a way that exposed her sharp, feline teeth. "It's a beautiful ship."
"Best ship in the Fleet," he said gruffly. He was lucky to be captain of the Fleet's flagship, and he knew it. The Arisia, dark gray and almost spherical but for the wings and tail that were used to maneuver through atmosphere when the ship landed on a planet, was home to two hundred and fifty of the Patrol's best officers. He was proud of his crew, and he loved every inch of the graceful, massive ship, from her smoothly curved hull to her efficient, hard-working engines.
The Arisia was more than a starship. It was home.
"Best captain in the Fleet as well," S'ansi said, still smiling.
Beside him Steven heard a noise he was almost certain was a snort of disgust. But when he turned his head to look at Vaish, her face was as calm and composed as ever.
"You have the bridge, Number One," he said. "I'll show Lieutenant S'ansi to her quarters."
"Naturally," Vaish said under her breath.
"I beg your pardon?"
Vaish sat down in the big central chair and looked up at him, her yellow eyes unblinking. "I said of course, sir."

* * * *

Vaish watched as Captain McNeill strode away, across the wide, circular bridge. He was a sight to command any woman's attention--tall and muscular, with golden hair falling free to his broad shoulders. And his powerful back tapered down to an incredible ass, she reflected, looking at the smooth, graceful motion of his buttocks displayed by his tight-fitting black pants.
Of course, she thought, it was totally appropriate that the man had a nice ass.
The man was an ass.
Not that she would ever say so to his face. She was a professional, after all, and she prided herself on maintaining a certain cool detachment. But she remembered the way he'd practically drooled over the Noo'dis't woman, the way his eyes had fastened onto her like a tractor field grabbing onto a vessel, and she almost growled with annoyance. The man had absolutely no sense of chastity, of self-control. He'd sleep with anything female.
Except, of course, for her.
Not that she wanted to have sex with Steven T. McNeill, she amended hastily. In fact, the thought was utterly revolting. Repulsive, even. Yes, definitely, that was the word... repulsive.
And yet it was mildly annoying to be aware that he'd served with her for five years and never noticed that she was female.
She realized she was still staring toward the lift, into which his gorgeous butt had disappeared, and she turned hastily toward the viewscreen before the bridge crew noticed her preoccupation, fixing her most professional, cold, and impassive look onto her features.
It wasn't as if she had the slightest interest as to what Captain McNeill planned to do with his new communications officer.
She really didn't care in the least.