Title: The Captain's Harvest
Series: Adrift, Book 5
Author: T.J. Land
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: February 6th
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male Menage
Length: 15300
Genre: Romance, Gay, Bisexual,
menage, sci fi, Adrift, LGBT, aliens, asexual, trans, age gap, polyamory
Synopsis
The long-suffering crew of the Prayer
have found a home. They’ve got a harvest. Now it’s time for a holiday. But
while the captain was looking forward to a day spent lying on his back, he’d
wanted it to be as a result of a prolonged food-and-sex coma, not arthritis…
Excerpt
The Captain’s Harvest
T.J. Land © 2017
All Rights Reserved
His hands trembling with anticipation,
Thomas held the warm brown loaf up to his face and breathed in, sighing as the
smell of real bread made with real flour flooded his nostrils.
It’s slightly burnt on the underside,
said Echo, who stood by the oven, watching his reaction closely. Do you want a
knife?
Shaking his head, Thomas set the loaf
down and tore off a chunk from the corner, shivering at the sound of the crust
cracking open. He stuffed it into his mouth and waited a second before he
started to chew. As the warmth and flavour spread over his tongue, he made the
sort of noise he generally reserved for when Khurshed hit his prostate dead-on.
Bread had been one of the many, many things he’d taken for granted back on
Earth, only eating it when it was so loaded down with strawberry jam and peanut
butter he didn’t even notice its taste or texture. What a spoiled idiot he’d
been.
So? asked Echo.
Swallowing and smacking his lips, he
said, “I’m starting a new religion. We’re all going to worship this bread now.”
Echo blushed, bowed, and allowed Thomas
to kiss his forehead. It was a shade browner than it had been the last time
Thomas’s lips had touched it; finally, after almost a year living on Yusra’s
surface, Echo’s milk-white skin was beginning to tan.
“Where’d you learn to make something
like that, huh? Did you go to a fancy cooking school?”
I wanted to when I was a teenager. The
only culinary academy on the Moon was expensive, though. I learnt to bake while
I was working as a waiter in a pastry café; the manager let me experiment in
the kitchen after-hours.
“You’re so talented, babe. And cute. And
smart. And nice.”
No, you can’t have the whole loaf to
yourself. It’s our first, and I promised everyone a slice.
Thomas mewled disappointedly as Echo
took it back and set it down on the tray before adding, I’m making more loaves
for Thanksgiving. You can gorge yourself then.
“We aren’t celebrating Thanksgiving,”
Antoine huffed, striding into the kitchen. “Our first official holiday on this
planet is not going to honour that tasteless American celebration of
colonialism, gastronomic excess, and wanton cruelty to animals.”
As he spoke, he washed his dirt-covered
hands in the sink and then poured himself a glass of water. He was wearing a
grimy shirt and shorts that exposed his legs and knobby knees to the world, so
he’d probably spent the morning foraging for specimens or visiting the nearby
ruins again. His legs were building up some decent calf muscles, Thomas noted,
and his biceps were getting more defined from all the time he spent lugging his
equipment around. He still wasn’t Thomas’s type―pretty face or not, men that
skinny just didn’t do it for him―but Thomas was sure Zachery and Khurshed
appreciated it.
Thomas shrugged. “It makes sense, Ant.
We’re celebrating food.”
Specifically, they were celebrating
Rick’s successful harvest and the resultant fact that bread was making its
long-awaited re-entry into their diets.
“There are plenty of harvest-related
holidays that aren’t as thoroughly appalling as Thanksgiving,” Antoine said,
his nostrils twitching as Echo passed him the still-warm loaf. He picked up a
knife and cut himself a dainty slice. “The Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival, the
Slavic Saviour of the Apple Feast Day, the Igbo New Yam Festival…”
He paused to take a bite, and then
another. “The… That other one… Dear God, Echo, this amazing.”
I still think celebrating Halloween
would be fun, said Echo, after prying the loaf from Antoine’s grasp before he
could devour it whole. Everyone likes costumes and ghost stories. And it’s also
historically related to the harvest, so it’s appropriate.
“Echo, you just want an opportunity to
use your morbid cookie cutter collection again. I’ve ingested enough
decapitated gingerbread men for one lifetime, thank you. Besides, you know as well
as I do that our captain would take it as an excuse to wear that lewd pirate
costume of his, which would hardly be appropriate for a social gathering.”
Nodding, Thomas added, “Yeah, plus Rick
and Zachery would both want to be the pirate queen, and we’ve only got one
skirt.”
“Debates about the name of our
celebration aside, how are preparations going?” Antoine asked, leaning on the
table. “I know Mehtab and Khali are festooning the mess hall with hideous
decorations.”
“I’m helping Echo with the cooking,
Zachery’s handling the music, and Rick said he was organizing ‘entertainment’.”
“Weed.”
“You don’t know that. It could be
dodgeball. Or card games.”
“It’s weed, Thomas.”
The entertainer himself barrelled into
the kitchen, almost knocking Antoine over. “Oops! Sorry. Hey, guys, guess what
I found to make our Thanksgiving complete?”
In response to their blank stares, Rick
showed them what he’d been hiding behind his back. “A turkey!”
“Gobble,” said Rux solemnly.
“Oh good grief,” Antoine muttered as Thomas
snickered into his hand.
“Rick, you’re fucking twisted.”
“I am pleased and honoured to have been
invited to participate in your festivities,” said the enormous green bird,
fluffing out its feathers. “Rick told me this form would be most appropriate.”
Looking thoughtful, Echo signed, I don’t
have a big enough pot.
“I don’t understand, dear Echo?”
Nothing. Try some bread.
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Meet the
Author
T.J. Land is a South African writer of
queer spec fic, erotic romance and sometimes other things. She owns many cacti
but few cactuses. She knows everything. Yes, even that. Especially that.
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