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The club is also being used as the base of operations by two very different males. Mike Winstead, is a Tracer. a hunter from another world chasing after an alien sexual predator who's come to Greenrock. And Tzahyad, the predator, a shape shifting, vampire-like alien who drains his victims of their sexual energy.
Two men want Julie - one for love, one for seduction; one for life and one for death. Choosing the right man has never been quite so crucial.
The songs listed below reflect either a character, idea or scene from my wip, "No One Else on Earth".
Of course, the first song inspired the title. A line from Tim McGraw's "Real Good Man" gave me the name for the male strip club. The line goes: "I'll show you how a Real, Bad Boy can be a real good man". When I want to get in the mood to work on this tale, I always put this CD on.
"No One Else On Earth" - Wynonna Judd"Real Good Man" - Tim McGraw"Come A Little Closer" - Dierks Bentley"Stay With Me (Brass Bed)" - Josh Gracin"Nothing On But The Radio" - Gary Allan "You're Easy On The Eyes" - Terri Clark " 'Til Nothing Comes Between Us" - John Michael Montgomery"One More Day" - Diamond Rio"Bless The Broken Road" - Rascal Flatts"These Days" - Rascal Flatts"Nobody But Me" - Blake Shelton"Bad Things" - Jace Everett"Ain't Nothing 'Bout You" - Brooks & Dunn"My Heart Is Lost To You" - Brooks & Dunn"How Do I Live ?" - Trisha Yearwood
The stage lights dimmed. A blue light washed over the empty platform. And Julie started the music.
The haunting strains of "The Music of the Night"from Phantom of the Opera filled the air.
As though he'd appeared out of nowhere, her dream lover glided into the light. His mask covered half his face in his persona as the Phantom. He sported a long, black cape lined with crimson satin. A snowy white frilled dress shirt, black bow tie and tuxedo jacket, peeked from beneath the cape's concealing folds. A blood red satin cummerbund wrapped around his trim waist.
He wore only a miniscule, black satin jock below that. His bulging penis set off lascivious comments from several of the other performers.
"Christ, wouldn't you like to peel off that piece of material and sample what's underneath?"
"Please don't tell me he's straight. I want to take him home to meet my mother."
"Straight. Queer. Who cares? Give me some time with him; I'll unmask him."
Julie blotted out the raunchy remarks she heard.
The man on stage mesmerized her.
He glided toward its edge and swooped low toward the tables down front. When they were filled with panting females, he'd have them fainting.
He flashed enticing parts of his skin as he moved around the stage. The voluminous material hid his hand movements. Pieces of his costume lay scattered on the platform. As they fluttered to the ground, he'd whip back his cape to offer a glimpse of the flesh unveiled.
Finally, as the seductive strains of the song faded away, he threw back the cape to stand gloriously naked except for the satin material covering his genitals.
Gathering the edge of the cape in his hands, he drew it over his body and the blue spotlight went out. When it went back on, the stage was empty. Only a black satin g-string remained in the light.
The spontaneous applause from the other contestants rocked the club.
He was going to be a hard act to beat.
A few minutes passed while the stage was made ready for the next act.
One of the men handed her a CD and gestured to the stage."He asked me to give this to you. You can start it any time."
Julie placed the plastic disc in the rack and pressed the control.
A soft, golden spotlight illumined the stage centered on a life-size statue standing on a six-inch high marble platform. The sounds of Zamfir's panpipes drifted into the audience.
The statue's marbleized flesh was all muscle and sinew. Even the hair, ala Greco-Roman style, was a curly white wig with Marble-like veins running through it.
The only spots of color were a deep purple bunch of grapes held aloft by strong hand and a strategically placed fig leaf offering scanty covering for the heavy cock blossoming between the statue's thighs.
Then the statue came to life. As it stepped about the stage, it paused and struck pose after pose.
One position had him on his knees, bending backwards, thrusting his cock upward. He too, drew near the rim of the platform, offering his grapes to the now empty tables.
In another pose, he lay on his back, the leg farthest away from the audience, bent. He plucked a grape and slowly chewed it. The action proved incredibly erotic.
The following pose, he lay face down and then, as though he was doing push-ups, he lifted his hips straight legged from the floor. The movements that came after eliminated any doubt as to whether or not he was doing calisthenics.
With his head thrown back and the grapes lying neglected as he undulated his body, one knew that he was fucking an imaginary partner.
His thrusts grew more forceful as the music picked up its pace, growing wilder and more like a bacchanalia. One final lunge bowed his back and lifted his crotch from the floor.
He was as rigid as a tent pole, the white thong and fig leaf covering, but not concealing, his length.
A sigh ran through the spectators.
The lights went off and then on. He was posed back on his low pedestal, his profile to the front of the audience displaying his rampant manhood.
The lights went out again.
Vigorous applause thundered once more.
Julie did a spontaneous happy dance behind the bar.
They were going to have one helluva show tonight!
Going into her office at the left side of the stage, she planted her weary butt in her rickety desk chair and kicked off her shoes. She pulled off her knee-high socks, wiggling her toes in the air-conditioned coolness. She heaved a deep sigh of relief, and leaned back, closing her eyes.
Bad move. Visions of last night's triple x-rated dream returned in living color. Her nipples tightened in remembrance and moisture gathered deep within her body.
A perfunctory knock had her opening her eyes and putting her legs back down on the floor.
"Miss Julie, I hope you don't mind, but we're having a problem with the sound."
One of her lovers from last night stood in front of her, unfortunately fully clothed.
"No problem. I should've remembered that the volume control was quirky. I'll take care of it."
She shoved her feet into her sneakers and stood.
And nearly fell as a sharp cramp jabbed her in the calf muscle.
Her dream lover jumped over to her; catching her as she crumpled and carrying her to the worn, couch against the wall.
"Sorry, sorry, didn't expect to fall into your arms."
"You all right?"
"It's nothing, just a cramp. I'll be fine. Just give me a minute."
He knelt at her feet, his pose reminiscent of last night's steamy dream. Instead of putting his mouth to her crotch, he put his hands on her feet. Her toes wiggled within his gentle grasp.
"Let me help. My fingers are guaranteed to ease the pain."
He placed her feet onto his thighs, just below the bulging crotch that they both tried to ignore, and went to work.
When did toes become erogenous zones? When did the arch of the foot lead directly to the womb?
And, as his fingers moved higher to her calf muscles, why did it feel like he was caressing her breasts?
Her hands fisted and she clutched at the faded afghan covering the couch. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back. For a few more moments, his fingers eased the tight muscles in her legs even as they pulled at the muscles in her sheath.
Suddenly he stopped, and carefully laid her feet on the floor.
Her eyes opened to see him go to the door and flip the lock. He turned.
She couldn't believe the size of the erection straining against his zipper. He put his hands on his hips and stared at her.
"Okay, we can do one of two things. You can tell me to leave and I'll unlock the door and close it behind me. Or." He stepped closer to her until he stood at her feet. "Or you can take off those slacks and your panties and let me give you what we both know you need."
"And that is?"
He shook his head. "Don't be coy with me, Julie. You know what you need to make you happy." He squatted on his heels, his hands circling her ankles. "You need me to fuck you until you scream." His hands moved up her legs to knees. "What's it to be?"
He gazed up at her, his eyes smoky with desire. His thumbs made those tiny erotic circles that made her dizzy. The music outside the office was incredibly loud.
Would it be loud enough to cover a scream of ecstasy?
"Fuck me."
Reviewer: Trang
Rating:
"No One Else On Earth is a complex, twisting tale of sex and danger. Julie and her friends, all buxom women, are at a point in their lives where they are alone. The Real Bad Boys contest brings their fantasies to the forefront and Tzahyad preys upon those fantasies, stealing the sexual energy from several of Julie’s friends without them ever realizing. I found it interesting that his intervention was in actuality the catalyst for several of her friends to fulfill their fantasies. As for the relationship between Mike and Julie, it was intense and unbelievably hot...On top of the interesting characters and their sexual fantasies, there were the truly fascinating strip shows. Ms. Barrack definitely writes one hot sizzler of a story with No One Else On Earth!"
Realms of Love
Reviewer: Scarlet
Rating:
"Ms. Barrack did an awesome job in creating a despicable villain and a needy hero. Julie can survive without a man in her life, but making love with Mike ignites the sex kitten she really is.... Other worldly vampires provide both the internal and external conflict for this excellent, erotic science fiction tale. If you want a great afternoon's read, try No One Else on Earth. You won't be disappointed."
The Romance Studio
Reviewer: Anita
Rating:
No One Else on Earth by Jeanne Barrack is a fascinating and exciting erotic romance involving aliens masquerading as male strippers. This highly imaginative book will thrill the readers with the suspense of the hunt as well as the passion and erotic nature of the story. Tzahyad is a shape-shifting predator that feeds on sexual essence. His skills and attributes are creative and unique. He is heartless, only seeking the power that he gains from the feedings. Mike is a Tracer, a law enforcement agent; he is loyal, strong and protective. He has some unique attributes himself that are quite impressive. The story is filled with wonderful detailed descriptions by the author, making for easily imagined visualization. This is really appreciated in the scenes in which the dancers perform as well as the numerous steamy sex scenes. The passion is hot, naughty, and varied with each romance offering something different for the readers. The BBG are all a little over weight and their self esteem has suffered when it comes to men. All four girls will find romance but the journey is not without complications. No One Else on Earth by Jeanne Barrack is a highly creative story filled with hot steamy passion and thrilling suspense. One story with four romances, it has something for everyone’s enjoyment.
Coffee Time Romance
Reviewer: Susan White
Rating:
What a unique and refreshing story! I enjoyed this tale of vampires from other worlds. Ms. Barrack throws in some twists and turns that had me gasping with excitement. The sex scenes are hotter than a smoking pistol and left me clamoring for more. Julie, her friends, and all the men in the story are so intriguing I could not put the book down. If you enjoy tales of beings from other planets, then run out and buy this book right now! I am sure you will enjoy this awesome story just as much as I did.
TwoLips Reviews
Reviewer: Tara
Rating:
No One Else on Earth is a great book. I enjoyed the story line, the suspense and especially the friendships and relationships that cement between the characters. Each one of Julie’s three friends found their happily-ever-after even through the hard times thrown at them, which were many. The sexual chemistry was explosive and the emotional connections were very touching...It kept me turning pages and wondering if the good guys would actually win this round. I sincerely enjoyed it, and would recommend it to anyone looking for a suspenseful, fun, and sexy read.
Euro-Reviews
Reviewer: Annie
Rating: 4.5 Flags
"No One Else on Earth is an unstoppable race from beginning to end, as the reader becomes involved with the characters and intrigued by the sexy, steamy, plot. Jeanne Barrackwrites characters with strong appeal; and this plot line is fascinating. I look forward to more books by this author, and recommend this story highly. No reader ought to be disappointed with this one."
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FOUR STARS from JERR
Reviewer: Suni Farrar
Rating: 4 Stars
Heat level: O
"No One Else on Earth was one heck of an erotic roller coaster ride. It was like reading four books in one. Julie’s friends were not just figureheads that I got quick glances of every now and then. They each had a story and they were all dramatic. One of the most entertaining characters was Tzahyad...I liked him and found him not only interesting, but attractive as well, although, as the novel continued he morphed into the villain from the ninth circle of hell. Which, I must say, I found exciting as well...I could not help turning the page to see what or whom he was going to take advantage of next. I did not feel any guilt over reading the many scenes showing Mike and Julie together. They were hot and I appreciated each moment. Jeanne Barrack and No One Else on Earth are keepers.