Mikala's Missives

A modest manifest of missives to keep readers up to date on works in progress, coming soon releases and where to get my books as well as some free stories when I get time to post them.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Breaking news #3 from Spaceport Adana

Breaking News!
Surprising leak from Adana Port Authority Water Board
Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s newest reporter, Zoe Barberossa.

Viewers, I’m speaking with Letitia Salatious, Operations Manager of the Port Authority Water Board, regarding today’s tsunami producing attack on her character.
As viewers are aware, whilst Adana is a closed loop environment and water recycling is very efficient, its growing population requires constant injections of new water. The most efficient way of doing this is to divert ice laden comets to close orbits to allow cost effective harvesting. This is where the comet wrangler Captain Ice comes in. The timing of the leak is interesting as Captain Ice is in orbit around Spaceport Adana as I speak.
“Letitia, thank you for agreeing to see me. Is it true that you sell your favors for water?”
“No it is not.”
“The leaks from inside your department suggest, do they not, a sexual relationship between you and a comet wrangler known as Captain Ice for which you receive water at a premium price?”
“They may suggest that but it is not true.”
“What part of … and I quote … “she fucks this guy every year when she negotiates the water contract…” unquote, is not true?”
“My personal life has no bearing on my duties as Ops Manager.”
“So, you do not deny the sexual relationship?”
“It has no bearing on how I conduct my duties.”
“There is a suggestion of conflict of interest, is there not?”
“On who’s part?”
“Your opponents are suggesting that they can no longer trust you as your negotiations are neither transparent nor accountable.”
“If they can point to any irregularities then I’d be happy to entertain their conjectures. It is a fact that the cost per cubic meter of comet ice we pay Captain Ice is comparable to the galactic rate, in fact, a little less, last time I looked.”
“Five percent less. I checked ten minutes ago.”
“Then the charge of impropriety is academic.”
“Would it be true to say that Spaceport Adana benefits from your relationship with Captain Ice?”
“It would be truer to say that Spaceport Adana benefits from my tough negotiating style.”
“Will you be resigning from office as a result of this attack on your propriety?”
“Certainly not. Now, if you excuse me, I have to negotiate and secure Adana’s water supply for the next twelve months.”
“Thank you Letitia.”
“My pleasure, Zoe.”
There you have it. Spaceport Adana’s tough negotiator surfs the wave of condemnation for her effective negotiating strategy with no sign of drowning. Viewers will realize that water, in a closed loop environment such as ours, is a costly necessity. My calculations show that if Spaceport Adana paid the going rate for water as other spaceports do, then our monthly water bill will increase by five percent. You decide if Letitia Salatious should resign, or continue warming Captain Ice so our monthly utility bills remain at a galactic low. Contact the Port Authority and voice your views.
This is Zoe Barberossa, signing off from the Adana Observer.
The Adana Observer, for all your news.
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More about the enigmatic Captain Ice and Letitia Salatious can be found in a free encounter story within The Cheeky Changeling at :
And don’t forget all of Holly and Peri Barberossa’s Spaceport erotic adventures can be found at:


Mikala Ash
Trash & Treasure, Forget me Not, The Cannis Affair, The Adana Affair, The Supernova Affair and coming soon from Changeling Press: The Erogenous Affair.

Breaking news #2 from Spaceport Adana

Breaking News!
An exclusive follow up of the tragic death of Nova Meridian
Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s newest reporter, Zoe Barberossa.

Viewers I’m speaking with San Yung, a participant in the investigation that has become known as the Adana Affair. As the suspect …. we’ll call her Morte to disguise her real name … is still in custody awaiting trial we cannot go into details of the charges against her as it may jeopardize the case so some audio has been deleted on legal advice for which we apologize.
“San, thank you for speaking with me.”
“My pleasure, Zoe. I watch the Adana Observer all the time.”
“You were instrumental, I believe, in the investigation that led to the arrest of the suspected murderer we’ll call Morte?”
“Well, I helped a little, I guess.”
“Can you describe what happened?”
“Well, when Nova was murdered … I worked the room next to hers.”
“You were a pleasure worker with Nova at the bordello known as Homage to Priapis?”
“Yes, that’s right. I’ve gone freelance since.”
“I see. What did you do after Nova was murdered?”
“I saw Fyche Barberossa’s report on the Adana Observer, and I didn’t feel safe.”
“Why didn’t you go to the authorities? Why didn’t you go to Port Security?”
“Well, there’s no protection there, is there? I mean, they’re pretty useless if you ask me. Especially for someone like me, a pleasure worker. They don’t care about us at all. We’re just dirt to them. That’s the way they treat us … except when they want some pleasure for themselves, then they are all over us like a Thebian rash. Notice it wasn’t Port Security that solved the case, it was Fyche and Peri Barberossa. Bloody useless are Port Security.”
“Why a reporter? Why Fyche Barberossa?”
“He just looked like someone you can trust and I went to him because he said in his report that he thought Nova was murdered on …
and not by a …
because the Priapis electronic security was …
Port security just thought it was a…
… that did what he did to poor Nova. Shows you what good they are. Fyche thought different and I … I don’t know, he looked … he was so kind and he said he’d protect me.”
“What happened next?”
“Well I took him back to Priapis and introduced him to …um … Morte.”
“He was looking for this guy called Jyker, showed me a picture, and I recognized him. He …
….me to …
>>> in a bondage threesome we were having when I was working on …
… He liked …
… with a cane and because … Morte … specializes in Femdom, that’s female domination, I figured she’d know where Fyche could find him.”
“Why was Fyche looking for this Jyker fellow?”
“He said he was working on another story besides what happened to Nova.”
“What happened next?”
“She told him about the BDSM parlor, $Your Pain is Our Pleasure$, on level seven. It’s the largest and most famous in Adana. Fyche went there … um … later.”
“I see. Go on.”
“He found ……
… there and then
… turned up and…”
“… Peri Barberossa helped. It was lucky they weren’t all…”
“Do you have any idea who this Jyker character is?”
“Fyche never told me.”
“You are a witness for the prosecution, I believe.”
“They told me not to leave Spaceport Adana until after the trial. They recorded my sworn testimony already, under hypnosis as they do, with the defense lawyer cross examining me … so there’s no point in anyone murdering me before the trial. That’s why I agreed to talk to you. But they still require me to be here, don’t know why. I had a job lined up on Lisper Minor, but had to let that go. They don’t care. They wouldn’t compensate me for loss of earnings, either. Bastards. Though I’m glad, in a way. Because I’d like to run into Fyche again and help him, like I did before …um … with … um … his inquiries.”
“Thank you San, I appreciate your time.”
“My pleasure, Zoe.”
This is Zoe Barberossa, signing off from the Adana Observer.
The Adana Observer, for all your news.
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Peri and Holly’s adventures can be found at Changeling press:
here’s a taste…
The Adana Affair outline:
Breaking News: Who killed Nova Meridian?
The savage murder of a pleasure worker rocks the corridors of Spaceport Adana.
Peri Barbarossa and Fyche, her faithful AI, answer a call from her sister Holly to get to Adana post haste! When they arrive, they find Holly gone and a case of mistaken identity allows Peri to make a big impression on the enigmatic private eye, Silas Archimedes, who finds that Holly’s sister is even more trouble than the ace reporter herself.
While Fyche discovers the joy of human sex, Holly’s old nemesis, Mischa, reaches out with her long and vicious right arm.
Stay tuned for further carnal developments in The Adana Affair, a Peri Barbarossa Spaceport adventure.

Erotic excerpt from The Adana Affair…


I hate saying goodbye, especially to an artful lover.
All good things must come to an end, they say, but never before a farewell fuck!
Laz, my Cannis Confederacy warrior turned diplomat, a man whom I’d saved from certain death, had always been destined to leave me for a greater duty.
“I must,” he said that last morning. “My honor leaves me no other choice.”
“I know, darling,” I whispered, my eyes wet, my lips quivering. I don’t think I’d ever experienced so much happiness in my life than during the last few weeks. Perhaps it was because I knew it must end that I was able to abandon myself to the bliss of total surrender. To be able, for the first time, to fully submerge myself in another person without fear, because I knew, without doubt, it would end.
For all of that, the ending was painful beyond my experience.
We were aboard my ship, the Jalapeño, in orbit around the galactic capital, the center of the Alliance, or Empire, or whatever you wanted to call the regime. It was a sparkling icon of civilization and a more deadly nest of vipers could not be imagined. I was glad to be leaving it, though I was apprehensive for Laz. He was still a naïve warrior from the sticks and would be easy prey to the sophisticates of the planet-wide city. I’d tried to educate him in the ways of “civilized” people, but it was a hopeless task. He was a country boy at heart. That was his charm, I guess.
“You’ll be beating women, $and men$, off with a stick,” I warned him. “Just be careful who you take into your bed. Be suspicious of their motives. Protect yourself.”
He had smiled at me indulgently, confident in his ignorance, and I knew he’d have to learn for himself, as I had done when I had first ventured out alone.
The time had come. His bags were packed.
It was still early, and he was still naked in all his gorgeous manliness. He gazed at me with his deep brown eyes, their inner light pulsing with lust, his craggily sculpted face holding an expression caught between sadness and desire. I reached out and touched his shoulder and caressed the deep gold of his tan.
“Come back to bed,” I whispered, and pulled him down onto the pale lilac of my Nell Pozniac sheets. He lowered his muscular body, the result of a hard upbringing, down onto me, enveloping me with his warm masculinity.
His lips claimed mine with unexpected ferocity, and I responded with despair fueled passion. We clung to each other as we fell into a deep abyss of sensuality. In synchrony with our wrestling tongues, our hands explored every millimeter of each other’s bodies, knowing this will be the last time we would ever love.
Leaving my numb lips, Laz allowed his tongue to find my throat, the cleavage between my breasts and the aching nipples at their points. I tugged at his hips to swing his body around so I could take his stiff cock into my mouth. He straddled my face and then applied his mouth to the sultry juncture of my thighs. My pussy was wet and open, and his tongue circled my clit with broad forceful sweeps.
I raised my pelvis to thrust my sex against his lips. He responded by …..


Mikala Ash
The Cannis Affair, The Adana Affair, The Supernova Affair and coming soon from Changeling Press: The Erogenous Affair.

Breaking news from Spaceport Adana

Breaking News!
Direct from the flight deck of the Olympus.
Eye witness report by the Adana Observer’s newest reporter, Zoe Barberossa.

This is Zoe Barberossa standing in for Holly and reporting the news for the Adana Observer. As you can see viewers, I’m on the flight deck of the Navy’s Ninth Fleet Flagship, the Olympus. We’ve all been absolutely thrilled by the daring display of astrobatics by the navy’s famous Flyboys put on for the Navy Day celebrations. The Fylboys have just returned to the hanger and I’ve been given permission by the Admiral to speak to one of his top fighter pilots.
“Hi there, Lieutenant Kelso, I’m Zoe Barberossa from the Adana Observer.”
“Pleasure to meet you ma’am, but you can call me Kel.”
“Where do you hail from, Kel?”
“Scalion, ma’am. It’s a small agricultural planet on the periphery. It’s a pretty planet and worth a visit.”
“Are there many Scalion navy pilots?”
“No, ma’am. I’m the only one.”
“Those astrobatics you and your comrades just performed, are they as dangerous as they look?”
“Only if you don’t do them properly, Ma’am. They are combat maneuvers, so we know them pretty well.”
“Speaking of combat, have you seen any?”
“Plenty ma’am. My flight alone has had twenty three successful engagements this last six months.”
“An impressive record. When you say successful, what do you mean?”
“Detaining pirates, smugglers and slavers, ma’am.”
“Do they resist being detained?”
“Rarely, ma’am. The ones that fight back don’t survive. Word gets around.”
“Despite your obvious success, the navy has come into a bit of criticism recently for the rising piracy rate. What’s happening out there?”
“It’s a big galaxy, ma’am. We can’t be everywhere and when we do arrive on the scene, the bad guys leave PDQ, but we catch enough to make a difference. So much they are getting desperate and have shifted their operations away from the major trade routes. We’ll get ‘em all eventually.”
“Here’s hoping you do. Do you have any words of advice for aspiring pilots out there watching who might want a career in the navy?”
“If I may ma’am, you said your name was Zoe Barberossa?”
“That’s right.”
“I wonder if you know Peri Barberossa.”
“I do.”
“Could you pass a message of gratitude for me to Peri?”
“I will certainly.”
“She gave me some very good advice, ma’am. She told me that to be a success you have to be true to yourself, that to change just so you can be one of the crowd is the road to mediocrity. To excel is to be different. To anyone wanting to be a pilot, or anything of importance out there, I’d say take Peri’s advice, like I did.”
“I’ll pass that on, Kel.”
“I see the Admiral wants me, so I must go.”
“Thank you for your time, Kel.”
“My pleasure, ma’am.”
“As you can see, viewers, not only are the recruiting posters true, pilots are really hunks, but their ranks are open to anyone of ability, regardless of their social background or planet of origin and if I was a pirate or slaver, I’d be pretty worried that people of Kel’s caliber are on my tail. That’s all from the flight deck of the Olympus on Navy Day. This is Zoe Barberossa signing off for the Adana Observer.”
The Adana Observer, for all your news.
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Coming soon! The fourth Peri Barberossa erotic Spaceport adventure!
Available soon at Changeling Press: