Hello and welcome!
Today I waiting for somebody you heard about, but who very few of you has met yet. I am so excited, I have butterflies in my tummy and I can’t sit still.
I hear rapping at my door and know my guests have arrived. I admit freely I am very nervous about this interview, I mean, seriously, how many people can honestly say they have interviewed an actual alien? I wipe my sweaty hand off on the side of my slacks and open the door.
My mind has been a tangle of questions about the Tantalarians and I am curious to see what they really look like. Did M.A. exaggerate the size of their wings? What will they be wearing? I admit freely to being extremely curious about their ceremonial outfits. I close my eyes as the door swings open, I am afraid to look, but open them back up anyway. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I suppress a squeal of delight, and they smile as they bow in greeting and spread their wings. Angels with black wings, and they are glorious. If this is an example of what heaven has in store for me if I am good, I just might start going to church, and YES, YES, YES… they are wearing their ceremonial outfits… Halleluiah.
I am Mitchel! the first Tantalarian speaks into my mind.
I am Synric! the second one follows.
I can’t resist the temptation to check out their uniforms. Did M.A. describe them right? I sigh as I note that she most definitely did, much less and there would be nothing left for the imagination. Are those real pearls decorating the edges of the skort? Black pearls? I mentally slap my hands to prevent them from straying to the jewels to touch them. Yes, I have a pearl fetish! I must have thought about the idea for too long and too loudly, because Synric, bows again and offers to allow me to check them out, if I dare. Mitchel just stands there and grins with his eyes twinkling merrily.
I suddenly remember my manners and invite them in, and I begin to babble. I have never done that before, but give me credit, these are Aliens. And what aliens they are. Drool.
Welcome to my chat room. I hope you aren’t too crowded, would you like refreshments? Me? Anything? I cringe as I realize what I have just said, oh well, they would have read that from my mind anyway.
We are fine. Mitchel replies as he bends from the waist to fit through the doorway.
The room suddenly seems very small, and those wings look so soft, I wonder if they feel as downy as they look. Synric grins as he carefully unfurls a wing to wrap it around me. Oh yes! A girl could get used to this. I feel so very warm and comfortable. Protected. Does Mitchel’s feel the same way?
Mitchel grins and answers, You may take my word for it that they do, but they are reserved for Karia, and her only.
Synric is more open to the idea, I have hopes, but am willing to share until I get signals that my advances are welcome.
The man is a flirt. I can live with that. It isn’t serious, after all. Synric wraps an arm around my shoulders and tucks me against his chest and I suddenly feel unsure of all the attention he is offering. Feeling warm, secure and impressed with his perfect physique no longer counts. I have to question his intentions; there are limits to my friendliness.
Just so you know, I already have a husband.
I know that. I merely wanted to give you some idea of how our females feel when they are held in our embrace. Synric teased.
Should I tell others about this, I wonder, or keep this to myself? Decisions… decisions.
I hear a strange noise and both Mitchel and Synric suddenly prepare to leave. Mitchel heads for the door first. He tells me their time has come and they need to leave now. I am stunned; I didn’t ask most of my questions. He smiles and bows as he sends me a mental picture of Karia. She is gorgeous.
My Karia waits for me, I will not keep her in suspense. She is as curious about you as you are of her. Mitchel replies.
Synric releases me from the confines of his arm and wing, and the temperature seems to drop 20 degrees, I need a coat. He grins mischievously and sends me an offer.
I could send one of the Guardians in training to tend to your heat problem. I hear you have an affinity for Phoenixes. The Guardian would be more than happy to help teach you how to connect with the bird and together you could make it purr.
Does he mean what I think he does? My eyes widen, but he doesn’t answer my question. I guess I will never know, though he does send me a wink before disappearing through the doorway. When I go to check where they went, I can’t see any signs of either man. It is like they were never here. Where did they go? How did they disappear so quickly? I give a sigh of disappointment. I have so many questions I wanted answers to, and now I fear I will never know the answers.
Another voice enters my mind, We may come again.
Yes, do that! I replied gleefully.
I reenter my chat room, close the door and give a sigh of bliss as I remember my guests. Oh, but those wings are glorious.
Hope you enjoyed this… I have no idea what to call what happened… sort of a chat, I guess. Next time I will be better prepared, at least I hope so. They are impressive.
Mitchel and Synric hail from First Contact, book 1 in the Tantalus Series by M. A. Abraham to be released on February 10, 2015. Tantalus is a exciting new world filled with suspense, space travel, witch hunters, landing on an unknown planet and meeting the indigenous species, add a dash or ten of romance makes for excellent reading.
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I would! Or at least have a yummy Tantalarian male who could take me flying 😉
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