Sex Scene Saturday: Corso & Benedetta


Sex in space! A scene from “Enslaved By Starlight” in the science fiction romance anthology, HOTTER ON THE EDGE.

How unfair that he could control her with a flick of his tongue. Time she did the same…

She raised her head with difficulty against the wicked gravity that seemed to have immobilized her. He seemed equally determined to hold her in place, so she levered her hands between them, inside his shirt.

He caught his breath, and his sucked-in belly gave her extra room to shimmy her hands higher. The crisp scrape of hair across her palms made her close her eyes. Her fingertips skimmed the beads of his nipples and his hips bucked against her thigh.

“Etta,” he growled into her neck.

“Yes, Captain?”

He bit her. Not hard, but enough to make her fingers tighten in surprise.

He groaned. “Again.”

She did and then he was over her, his big body pinning her in a curve to the seat and viewport, and his hands were everywhere, unwrapping her veils to get to the simple white tunic shift underneath. With one hand, he eased down the neckline of her tunic, exposing her shoulder. With his other hand, he reached for the hem, pushing it up her thigh, then trailing his fingers back down the length of her leg.

As was l’auraly custom, she was barefoot to better experience the flow of life around them. But of course she’d also been taught to keep her skin soft and supple, a blank canvas for her future patron. So the path of his fingers over her arch made her foot twitch in reflex.

He grabbed her ankle, and the lock of his big hands around her slender bones made her heart catch again. Only her years of training kept her foot arched, her pose at once graceful and yielding.

He stared into her eyes, so close the shining rim of Qv’arratz gleamed back at her from his dilated pupils.

“I want you,” he said.

“I feel that.”

“I don’t want to want you.”

“I feel that too.” She touched his cheek. “I won’t take anything you don’t give me, Corso. I can’t.”

“But what if I¾?” He cut himself off to kiss her again, hard, without the teasing heat from before, just the possessive fury of two suns locked in a declining spiral orbit.

Ah, she needed him to fall into her. She must use everything she had been taught, everything she knew in the depths of the qva’avaq. Feminine power flowed through her. This time, he would not stop. She wouldn’t let him.

With a hand anchored at his nape, she drew herself close against him. His hand slid up her leg from ankle to knee to thigh, setting fire to every nerve and thread of crystal along the path. She writhed, letting the motion ruck her skirt higher, reveling as his big, calloused hand tightened possessively on her hip. The bench under her was warm from their body heat. The parts touching him were much, much hotter.

“No underthings,” he murmured. “I love these backwater planets.”

“The traditional l’auraly keying ceremony undergarment has nine latches, thirteen ties, twenty-one threaded rivets, and two locks,” she informed him, her voice husky. Oh, by all the shining stones, she was melting.

“Good thing this isn’t a keying ceremony.”

She drew back just enough to meet his smoldering gaze. The distance seemed to cool the torque around her neck. “It could be.”


She kissed him, as hard as he’d kissed her. No, harder yet, at least it felt that way with the crystal crushed between them.

She slipped the tunic from her shoulders. The fabric slithered down but snagged on her breasts.

“Benedetta…” Instead of a rejection this time, his groan was pure entreaty. He swept the material away, his hand fisting in the folds as he stared.


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The first private spacecraft is getting ready to head to the International Space Station. Yes, sex in zero G! Coming soon! (Well, not TOO soon, of course.) Prepare thrusters! (Everything sounds dirtier in space.) So which spaceship captain would you seduce?

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Two weeks ago, Erin Kellison, KC Klein and I rolled out our science fiction romance anthology, HOTTER ON THE EDGE.

We have a gorgeous website (courtesy of Erin’s husband) with excerpts and links at:

For the time being, HOTTER ON THE EDGE is only 99¢!

Here’s what readers are saying about “Enslaved By Starlight”:

“Jessa packed more story into this novella than I’ve read in some full-length novels. Brava, Jessa, for taking this reader on a trip to a far off world wrought with danger, intrigue, and passion. I highly recommend this novella for anyone who has enjoyed science fiction romance in the past or would like to experience it for the first time now.”
— Unwrapping Romance

If you are interested in reviewing HOTTER ON THE EDGE, contact me.

Be a proud space cadet!

Currently working on: Still revising
Mood: MMA punchy

I swear this isn’t a political rant (I know better than to engage in political ranting online) but I was arguing with my XY (because apparently I DON’T know better than to not argue with him) about Newt Gingrich’s comment on building a moon base and how everybody laughed at him.

Regardless of how you feel about Newt (I actually like orange-bellied newts, which we have in many of our mountain lakes here in Oregon; I won’t say how I feel about the Republican presidential candidate Newt because see above comment on not engaging in political rants, and YES I know he mentioned moon bases because he was stumping in Florida, home of NASA-employed voters) I’m bummed that so many people across the political spectrum have mocked the very idea of a moon base.

Sure, maybe a moon base isn’t practical from a financial standpoint or even particularly desirable on a scientific basis, but I wish the mention of a moon base made people sigh wistfully rather than scoff. I love Star Trek and Star Wars. I love the Mars rovers. I love the International Space Station. I could do without genocidal space aliens, but I kinda even loved the Predator alien in the 2004 movie AVP: Alien vs. Predator when he gives the human heroine a respectful nod at the end. (Did anybody else see the potential for a great interspecies romance there?)

I read a story once about how God made humans so they could look up at the stars, and it stuck with me. Maybe humans are just hopelessly restless creatures, but I love the idea that there will always be more universe — assuming the universe is infinite — to explore.

Beauty. Danger. Bold heroes. Flights of fancy. Coming together in pursuit of a greater good. Space exploration IS a romance novel.

Speaking of space in romance novels…


I have a science fiction romance novella out in a new e-book anthology, HOTTER ON THE EDGE!

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On the edge of space…
     On the edge of danger…
          On the edge of desire…

“Enslaved by Starlight”
by Jessa Slade

Transformed by empathic crystals into the perfect paramour, Benedetta Galil is the last treasure of her fading world. When raiders attack—seeking to corrupt the crystals and conquer all of charted space—she gives herself as a prize to the one man in the universe who values freedom over power. Mercenary sheership Captain Corso Deynah left oppression behind him on a burning planet and has no use for a sex slave, even one as seductive as Benedetta. But while he stubbornly resists her body, her fierce spirit tempts him, and he will risk everything—his ship, his seclusion, the very stars—to win not just her passion but her love.

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Since I grew up reading science fiction and fantasy, I’m psyched to have added a science fiction romance to my line-up of paranormal romances. The hero is all my favorite spaceship captains melded into one, so you might catch glimpses of Solo, Kirk and Reynolds here and there. Because I think a sexy spaceship captain might just be the thing I love best about space!

Share your favorite spaceship captain in comments and you’ll be entered for a chance to win an e-book of HOTTER ON THE EDGE.