Greetings everyone–today we have a guest blog from Lexi Ander, author of the intriguing new debut Alpha Trine. It’s sci-fi, with a twist:
I first wanted to say thank you for having me here. I’m going to try and not bore you today.
When I set out to write Alpha Trine I was following a story prompt that directed there be male pregnancy without the use of technology and one of the main characters must be alien. Even though Alpha Trine is set in the far future on the other side of the universe I decided didn’t want the men to become pregnant.
I know! I know! Male pregnancy means a man somehow becomes pregnant but I wanted something different. So I started looking around at what was currently possible in earth’s environment without the use of technology. Chances are if it exists here, if there is life somewhere else, it could be possible there as well.
There are frogs that switch gender if the opposite sex isn’t available. Male seahorses carry the developing eggs. There are asexual creatures who can procreate by themselves. There are other creatures who have huge territories, when they come across a male they collect the sperm, and hold it in their body in a type of stasis until the creature is ready to procreate. Really, the wild kingdom has so many variations that I could have a supply of alien pregnancy scenarios if I wanted.
In some science fiction stories you can read about a Third Sex. Neither male nor female the third sex is required in some science fiction societies in order for a race to procreate. The perfect example is Octavia Butler’s Xenogenesis series. (Loved that series)
What about humans? Is there no way for there to be that kind of scenario? I said yes. With a genetic twist, I could see the hermaphrodite identity equal to the sci-fi third sex concept. In today’s reality, it breaks my heart that doctors and parents make a sexual identity decision for children who are born as hermaphrodites, instead of waiting for the child to grow into which ever identity they choose. I have read too many heart breaking stories so I chose to create a central species called the Fal’Amorics where being born a hermaphrodite is celebrated.
Ah! But I didn’t stop there. Dargon is a marsupial lion who shares a symbiotic relationship with Alpha. An interplanetary war stripped two planets of one primary sex. One planet became the homeworld of the females and the other belonged to the males, and they couldn’t stand each other. The Alpha-Zetamites stepped in after the war and offered their assistance by playing middlemen, dare I say the Third Sex, between the males and females of the species. This allowed for Dar Massaga’s, regardless of sex, to be able to procreate since both sexes have the marsupial pouches.
These three species allow for many different scenarios. Even as I wrap up Alpha’s, Dargon’s, and Zeus’s story in Striker, there can be several more different male pregnancy scenarios… but not.
Thank you for stopping by and a warm thank you to Tay for hosting me today. Before I leave with the blurb and an excerpt remember…
I’ll be giving away a paperback copy of Alpha at the end of this blog tour. Every comment on this and the other four posts will be another entry into the drawing. On September 28th I will email the winner at the end of the day, so remember to leave a comment with a way to contact you.
Blog tour schedule:
September 23rd – Babes In Boyland (http://www.babesinboyland.net/)
September 24th – Raining Men (http://rainingmenamen.blogspot.com/)
September 25th – Pants Off Reviews (http://pantsoffreviews.blogspot.com/)
September 26th – World of Diversity Fiction (http://sean-norris.com/)
September 27th – dreaminginfinity (https://dreaminginfinity.wordpress.com/)
The sole survivor on a science vessel adrift in deep space, Zeus was adopted by the Emperor and Empress of the Mar’Sani, though he is both human and blind, and seen by most as unfit to join the royal family. Though they were able to repair his vision, Zeus does not trust his eyes and the nobles of his parents’ court refuse to ever trust a frail human.
Dargon Kal-Turak, along with his symbiote and lover Alpha, command one of the most dangerous ships in the stars. Narrowly escaping a trap, they dock in a space port to make repairs, but find that the Psionics hunting them are closing in fast. In desperation they kidnap the port Master Mechanic, unaware that the man they’ve brought on board is more than he seems, and will bring far more upheaval to their ship, their lives, and the stars than any of them could have imagined.
Canry was lost—no—taken.
Empress Ashari ignored her attendants. She knew they would report back to her mate, Emperor Valdor Vondorian, and she cared not. She was hollow inside, the pain turning to a numbness that ate at her core until there was nothing left for her to feel. She refused to pretend everything was normal because it was not. Nothing would ever be normal again because he was gone—stolen. Her youngest son, Canry, had disappeared in the Waters of Poseidon only two short months ago, and yet it seemed like yesterday.
Ashari slipped a hand under the cream-colored pillow and pulled out Canry’s little nightshirt. She had made the weave herself from the finest spyder silk. Ashari handled the material carefully. Her claws were ragged from nervous chewing, and she did not wish for the fine thread to catch on them. Her eyes burned as she tenderly fingered the colorful clothing. Her heart might have been hollow but her tears were rivers that fed the sea.
She wondered what she could have done differently. All Mar’Sani younglings were introduced to the Waters of Poseidon when they turned six lunar months. She and Valdor had been delighted Canry had quickly taken to the waters, more so than the twins or his sister, Shaneva. The youngling had been swimming, diving perfectly at her side and then slithering through the water, his black scales glistening in the sunshine.
She noticed the tips of the barbs that ran along his spine and down his tail were beginning to turn red, a sign of his royal blood. Canry splashed Ashari with his tail and dived into the water—never to surface again. Within moments everyone began searching for the royal youngling. Those who lived in the waters combed the depths and found nothing. Canry was simply gone—disappeared—no trace or body had been found. He had vanished.
Never in Mar’Sani history had a youngling or adult been lost in the Waters of Poseidon. For days Ashari refused to leave the shoreline of the great sea in hopes her son would find his way back home. She spent hours diving and swimming until she was overcome by exhaustion and the attendants pulled her ashore.
Finally, she accepted the fact that Canry would not be coming home. She took to her sick bed and there she stayed.
Every day she ate a little less. Her mate, Valdor, tried his best to console her, but there was little he could do. Poseidon had, for some unknown reason, taken her son, and in a few short years, he would claim their daughter as well.
Their now youngest child, Shaneva, had been showing signs of The Longing prior to Canry’s birth. One in every two thousand younglings born would return to the Waters of Poseidon. These children would eventually choose to reside in the waters over living on land. The reasons for The Longing were unknown, but neither were the children discouraged from the choice. As natural as The Longing was to the Mar’Sani people, Ashari could not help but wonder what she had done that Poseidon would lay claim to two of her four children.
A large Mar’Sani male filled the doorway. His black scales gleamed like polished rock. Dark yellow eyes narrowed at the sight of Ashari lying on the platform, his barbed tail swishing side to side. Resplendent in the imperial red and gold robes, the Emperor strode into the room. Ashari knew that look of determination on his handsome face and was unfazed. She tucked the outfit back under her pillow as Valdor sat on the edge of the low bed.
“Your attendants claim you are not hungry this morning.”
Valdor’s voice was deep, resonating throughout the room.
Ashari refrained from replying for there was nothing to say.
“They also relay you are too tired to rise.” Again, she responded with silence.
Without another world, Valdor unlaced his boots and set them aside before climbing onto the platform. He gently nudged her to rise up, and he slid under Ashari before pulling her down to his chest. He released a great sigh and stroked the smooth ridge of her forehead until her curiosity slowly surfaced.
“What are you doing?” Ashari softly inquired.
“He … Canry was my son too. I miss his laugh. I miss watching him sleep. I miss … Being the emperor requires that I put my personal sorrows aside to care for others, but I cannot keep doing so if I lose my mate as well. I, too, hurt and grieve. I am exhausted and food holds no appeal. So I will lie with my beloved for a time and keep her company in her sorrow.”
Ashari buried her face in the crook of Valdor’s neck, the scales pliant against her cheek. He needed her, Ashari reminded herself, and Valdor never gave up.
Can’t wait for Striker! I will have to read this for the third time (oh what a hardship 😉 )
One scene and an epilogue and I’ll be done with Striker! 🙂 Soon!
I want to read this … like now.
^_^ Yay! Glad you liked the article. I’ve you entered into the drawing!
My favorite genre is sf and when combined with mm = nirvana! I’d love to win this.
SF is my favorite as well with fantasy following a close second. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Susan! I have you down.
Susan, will you email me at firstname.lastname@example.org please. I have something for you! 🙂
I think it’s pretty damn awesome to take into account how our environment here on Earth is so diverse and adaptable, and use that information to write a believable story about a male able to have babies. Just. Freaking. Awesome! Can’t wait to read this and the others (hopefully) *crosses fingers* soon to come.. really soon. Like. Asap soon.. 😉
Hey, Evi! Once I began looking the possibilities were really awesome. ^_^ I have you down for the drawing!
I can’t wait to re-read it! Brilliant story. And you can bet I’ll pre-order “Striker”!
❤ ❤ Thank you, Alison! Gotcha down!
I thinking that is pretty interesting idea for a story. Mpreg is not normally my thing…but this sounds like something I would like to check out.
Hi Carissa! 🙂 This is not your typical Mpreg. I think you’ll be surprised (hopefully). Thank you for stopping by!!
Hello! This sounds very interesting the way the story came about and how you arrived with the answer to a male pregnancy. Would love to read it!!
Hey, Vona!! Choosing a method was a little harder than I thought because there were so many options available!!
I must admit that when I read in the blurb of a book that there is a male pregnancy I immediately want to buy it and read it. I love stories that are different like this. Thanks Lexi
Hey there, Fiona! It is always interesting to see what ideas people come up with. 🙂
HAHA… omg, I actually HATED Mpreg when I first got into… what I call the Yaoi world (as Japanese manga is what started it all) but as I kept on and got into fanfics and all that jazz, I fell in love with is. heh.. I think I would have loved to have seen your concept on it, but either way I look forward to seeing what you do in here. Mpreg but not? heh.. sounds promising indeed! ❤
Hi, Judi! I remember reading my first Mpreg, head tilted to the side, “Say what?” they can be quite fun and inventive. I do have a couple of favorites. ^_^
Oh, this gets better and better! Now I want to read about the Fal’Amorics. 🙂
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Every book you’ll learn a little bit more about them. 😀
Hi Julia! I just sent you an email with some exciting news!
Ahhhh! Just saw it! 😀
A big Thank You to everyone who commented. I loved reading them. Two winners were selected. You can find the drawing results on my blog. Click here—>http://lexiander.blogspot.com/