“...Not all things are what they seem in this erotic futuristic. The lines of right and wrong will be blurred and twisted in the most of carnal ways. If you love M/M futuristic written with an imaginative flair, Ms. Bacchi has achieved that with The Andumi Effect...”—Janalee, Loves Romances
“...Well-written...Highly arousing.”—Marcy Arbitman, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"5 Roses!...Laura Bacchi has created a universe filled with intrigue and mystery...The sexual scenes are powerful and highly erotic and will leave you breathless. The satisfying ending is well worth the journey. Don’t miss this short and steamy read."-- Robin, My Book Cravings
"...A homoerotic futuristic story...I found it to be a delightful read...The chemistry between Minot and Andumi is blazing hot...their intimate time together is lustfully explosive in nature. Pick up The Andumi Effect and enjoy!"--Nikita Steele, Joyfully Reviewed
"...I like Laura Bacchi’s writing style a great deal. It is smooth...I did like the story...The action and plot line were fast paced and engrossing and...the sexual tension was very hot and when the men come together, it is insanely hot."--Hayley, Fallen Angel Reviews
...“Can I buy myself?”
The slaver leaned him against the console and grinned. “No, my spy. That rather defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?” He removed both boots and Minot’s pants.
“Then mark my sale Unias Primary. One of my own will bail me out,” he said, but the slaver shrugged, unconvinced. “It’s happened before, you know. The Unias Government sends someone in to pose as a buyer and get their people back from guys like you. Hell, I’ve done it myself.”
The Damurian grinned. “Really?”
Minot rolled his eyes. The slaver had to realize this little game was played all the time. “Yep. Of course, you don’t care as long as you get paid.”
The slaver considered Minot’s words. “This is true, but I’m sorry to tell you that won’t be the case for you.”
He didn’t seem sorry. A wicked gleam in the slaver’s eyes made Minot’s heart work twice as hard. Blood roared through his pulse points, and chill bumps scattered over his flesh.
“Why not?”
“Two reasons.” The man bent down between Minot’s legs and unhooked the length of chain hobbling him, then added a set of longer links. At least this gave him more freedom to move if another opportunity to escape presented itself. But the slaver didn’t stand when he was done. He stayed there, mouth at the same level as Minot’s prick, hot air teasing his swelling purple head with every breath. His balls grew tight. Not good.
“Spread your legs for me.”
His cock flexed at those words as he entertained the idea of getting blown by a man. He’d been too busy to get laid during the last two months. Hell, he hadn’t even had time to jack-off while running from moon to moon in search of the Hybri Codex. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the man huffing on his dick being someone like him. Someone with a desire to taste firm flesh like his own. His full lips would be soft. His mouth warm…
But the man didn’t lean any further in. Minot grew flustered and impatient. “Is this part of the inspection? You wanna make sure all my parts are in working order or something?”
“Think of it however you like.” Then, suddenly, silver lips wrapped around his cock, and a slippery tongue helped work it in even deeper. When his captor’s nose hit the fuzzy outcropping of hair framing his prick, a groan rumbled in his chest. One agonizingly slow suck later, his penis was free—and harder than it had ever been in his entire life...