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An interview with P. J. Morgan, narrator of UNKNOWN FUTURES #lesfic #1NightStand @listentoPJ

Hello my dear readers! Have you had a chance to listen to any of my audio books yet? Well, today I have a special treat for you. I’m interviewing P. J. Morgan, the fabulous narrator for my most recent audio book, UNKNOWN FUTURES. Be sure to check out the sample from the audio book after the interview.

P. J. MorganHow long have you been narrating audiobooks?

P. J.:  It’s been pretty much exactly a year since I started narrating commercial audiobook titles (May 2014).

How did you get started?

P. J.: I had made contributions to LibriVox (www.librivox.org), a public domain, volunteer-run audiobook site, for about six months prior to that, just to get my feet wet. I loved it, and wanted to turn my hobby into an income source, as well as find a way to share my work with a larger audience.

What are your favorite types of stories to narrate?

P. J.: I love stories with interesting, fully-realised female protagonists. Fortunately, I get to do a lot of those! I also really enjoy lesbian-themed stories, fantasy, and anything with great writing and a solid plot.

What are your favorite scenes to narrate?

P. J.: Action scenes are a lot of fun. You really get lost in the story you’re telling, which makes it easy to nail the pacing without lots of editing!

That seems to be a favorite for narrators and listeners alike. What are your least favorite scenes to narrate?

P. J.: I would say dialogue is the hardest to get right, especially with many characters talking in the same scene, but recording it can actually be so much fun. I really love narrating just about everything, because there’s a challenge in all of it.

Yes, I believe challenges help us to grow in what we do. In Unknown Futures, what was your favorite scene?

P. J.: Well, it’s kind of hard to beat the sex scenes between Jewel and V! I love all the wonderful alien characters aboard the space station, too, and the scenes including them were so much fun to narrate.

Thank you! What format of books do you prefer to read or listen to?

P. J.: I’m a total traditionalist, and I find nothing so comforting as having a good print book in hand. I like the tactile experience of reading a book – the weight of it in your hands, the feel of the pages between your fingers. I just can’t get into eBooks, but the convenience is hard to beat. I’ve been known to read free eBooks on my phone in desperation.

I’m still trying to break into audiobooks – funny, I know. The right narrator can make the listening experience transcend the words on the page. Not to mention, it’s a good educational experience for a fellow narrator! It’s important to study what the actors at the top of the game do right. I’m trying to get into the habit of picking up an audio copy of any book I enjoyed in print, to see how the experience differences.

That’s a great idea! Who is your favorite author?

P. J.: Oof, that’s probably the toughest question you could ask! I don’t have many favourites (so far), but it’s a very tight race between them. If I could only pick one, it would have to be P. G. Wodehouse. I can’t read anything of his and not be instantly in a good mood. (Close seconds are Sarah Waters, J. K. Rowling, and Margaret Atwood.)

I know. So hard to pick just one, right? What do you like to do in your spare time?

P. J.: Between having a full-time job in IT and voicing audiobooks at night, there’s not much time left over, but I like to read as much as I can, and I write a novel every year as part of National Novel Writing Month. I have dogs, cats, and horses, so caring for all of them takes up a lot of time, too. I’ve been known to craft in odd moments, and I do a lot of community theatre, and sometimes appear in short films or on TV.

Very cool! What projects are you working on next?

P. J.: I’m currently wrapping up narration on a fantastic novel called Deep Down Things by Tamara Linse, whose short story collection How to Be a Man was my first commercial audiobook title. I also just started work on the second book in a wonderful urban fantasy trilogy by Fiona Skye, Silver Shackles. I’m hoping to pick up a few other shorter titles in the coming months, too.

Outside of audiobooks, I’m looking for other types of voice over and on-screen work. My dream is to voice a cartoon character someday, or start a comedy webseries, or maybe edit one of my novels!

I wish you all the best with all those project! Where can readers, listeners, and authors find you?

P. J.: I’m at listentopj.com, and also on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pjmorganvo and Twitter at http://twitter.com/listentopj.

Thank you so much, P. J., for visiting and for the fabulous work you did in narrating UNKNOWN FUTURES!

Unknown Futures by Jessica E. Subject, now an audiobook! Narrated by P. J. Morgan

Unknown Futures

a 1Night Stand audio book

by Jessica E. Subject

Lesbian Science Fiction Romance

Attacked as a young adult, Jewel is left scarred and alone. She applies to the 1 Night Stand service, believing no one can see past her appearance to love her. But she doesn’t expect to be sent to a space station where her date could be any number of unusual alien species.

Flavia left everything behind to be one of five humans working for the Space Service space station. Extremely homesick, she is excited to learn she will be a guide to a woman from Earth visiting the station for a couple days. She is immediately drawn to the petite woman, seeing past her scars to her true inner beauty, stirring unforeseen desires.

Unfortunately, Jewel is there for a date which Flavia hasn’t been told about. Can she contain her lust and simply show her a good time? Or will she let her desire lead them into an unknown future?


Narrated by P. J. Morgan

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True Love on a Space Station ~ UNKNOWN FUTURES is now an #Audiobook! #1NS #scifirom

Hey peeps! I’m very excited to announce that my third audio book has released. Unknown Futures has been produced by the fabulous P. J. Morgan. It is my third 1Night Stand story to be published, too. I hope you’ll listen to the sample below…

audio Unknown Futures

Unknown Futures

a 1Night Stand audio book

Lesbian Science Fiction Romance

Attacked as a young adult, Jewel is left scarred and alone. She applies to the 1 Night Stand service, believing no one can see past her appearance to love her. But she doesn’t expect to be sent to a space station where her date could be any number of unusual alien species.

Flavia left everything behind to be one of five humans working for the Space Service space station. Extremely homesick, she is excited to learn she will be a guide to a woman from Earth visiting the station for a couple days. She is immediately drawn to the petite woman, seeing past her scars to her true inner beauty, stirring unforeseen desires.

Unfortunately, Jewel is there for a date which Flavia hasn’t been told about. Can she contain her lust and simply show her a good time? Or will she let her desire lead them into an unknown future?


Narrated by P. J. Morgan

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Through the portal and into the fire ~ NEVER GONNA DESERT YOU #MySexySaturday #dystopian

My Sexy Saturday

Hello everyone! Welcome to week 64 of My Sexy Saturday.

Every Saturday, published and unpublished authors share 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.

This week is all about SEXY THRILLERS.

While I don’t write romantic thrillers, I do have some thrilling scenes in my dystopian romance series, The Underground. So, here’s seven from NEVER GONNA DESERT YOU.

Never Gonna Desert You by Jessica E. Subject

Set-up: Brook is included in the next mission to Airondelle to locate her girlfriend and bring her back to Earth. But once they drive through the portal to the new planet, things don’t go exactly as she planned…

Her father’s handwriting scrawled across the page. You can never know the truth.

Hard, cold steel pressed against her temple. A gun. Her breath caught. What the fuck is going on? She grabbed her knapsack and launched out of the vehicle.

A loud shot pierced her eardrum. She slammed into hard dirt, pain radiating from her shoulder. But it paled in comparison to the burning sensation in her armpit.

Brook pressed her hand to her side. A million needles pierced her warm, sticky flesh. Fuck! I’ve been shot. Blood gushed through her fingers with every beat of her heart. She had to leave before they killed her. Pressing her hand to the ground, she pushed herself up. Her shoulder spasmed. She fell again, a mound of caked mud scraping her chin. Tears stung her eyes, but she remained still. They’d likely return to finish her off if they saw her move. The sun beat down on her. Minutes passed. Maybe hours. She couldn’t tell, only aware of the aches across her body and her dire thirst.

She rolled to her side, screaming. White light filled her vision. She refused to surrender. If she could only find a place to hide. She had to move somehow. Head spinning, she used her good arm to push up again, tucking her knees underneath her. Blood flowed down her side, splashing the compacted soil. And the agony threatened to shove her back to the ground.

With a deep breath, Brook regained some balance. She placed one hand ahead of the other, dragging the opposite knee through the dirt, her foot hooked through the strap of the knapsack. Slowly, she crawled away from the road to a large bush. Enough cover to fix herself up. She flopped to the ground, wincing at the flurry of pain.

Minutes, maybe hours passed. None of the vehicles had returned. Jager must have assumed her dead. Or injured enough she wouldn’t survive.


Determined to find and bring back her girlfriend, Brook enlists in the next mission to the foreign planet, Airondelle. But the deception at Planet Core continues, and Brook doesn’t realize the depth of her father’s involvement until he orders her terminated. Struggling to stay alive, she quickly learns nothing is as she believed.

Will she ever find Melina? Or will Brook be stuck light years from home, alone, and with a fierce predator hunting her down?

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SATIN SHEETS IN SPACE is TWO! Read the first chapter… #FREEread #bookbirthday

Satin Sheets in Space by Jessica E. Subject, an erotic sci-fi romance menageHello! Today I’m celebrating the two year book birthday of my fourth 1Night Stand story, Satin Sheets in Space. For those who don’t know, the characters in this story play a role in my new release, His Alien Virgin.

I’ve shared excerpts here and there from Satin Sheets in Space over the past two years, but today, I’m going to share the entire first chapter. But, before I do, here’s a little about the story:

Satin Sheets in Space

a 1Night Stand story

Danyka’s unusual height and radiant red hair earn her the cold shoulder from any guy she approaches, unless he wants to experiment with a giant. So when her boss sets up on a one night stand, she hopes for a prince but expects the usual toad.

As a captivating stranger whisks her away from the ball and introduces her to his equally gorgeous brother, she fears her fantasies have become a nightmare. Has she finally given into impulse only to become a lab rat in an unknown world?

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Enjoy An Excerpt

Chapter One

Danyka’s eyes flew open. The phone danced around on her nightstand. The numbers on her alarm clock blurred and came into focus. Seven o’clock. Shit! She’d meant to nap for an hour, but had slept for three. She fumbled for the device, but it stopped before she could reach it.

Eighties pop music jived from her Android again, sending it into another jig. Grabbing the phone, she pressed it against her head. “Hello?”

“Dany, where are you?” Her friend, Ellie, squealed on the other end.

Danyka yanked the phone from her ear and rubbed, before listening again.

“We’re waiting outside—in the limo.”

Double shit. She needed a shower and time to dress in her eighteenth-century inspired designer gown. Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose and fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to gain some control over her body. “Give me half an hour to get ready. Can you come back?”

Ellie sighed. “Fine, it’s your dollar. See you in a bit.”

No, it wasn’t her dollar, but her boss’s. Personal assistant to Josh Summers, film producer, she’d intended to enjoy her two weeks off—while he traveled across Europe on his honeymoon—and her sizable bonus. She’d picked up the envelope that had held the extra cash and three tickets to the Kartha Studio’s charity ball and pulled out a note.


Take two friends and have fun! Connie from Connie’s Couture, will take care of all of your gowns, and a limo will provide transportation there and home (if you need it then). Enjoy yourself while I’m gone, because we’ll be working crazy hours when Tamara and I get back.

Thanks for your dedication these last two years!


She’d fist-pumped the air before spinning in circles around her apartment when she’d read it. The ball would be A-list celebrities and industry giants from wall-to-wall. She’d phoned her friends, Ellie and Vanessa, right away, barely able to contain her excitement. But when they’d visited Connie’s to find dresses, she’d been filled with a sense of dread, reminded again of her freakish size. While she’d been granted womanly curves and a considerable bust, she towered over most men. She even had a couple of inches on Josh.

He’d never seemed to care, but when it came to finding a boyfriend, or even a date, her options were limited. Any guy she’d met taller than herself seemed to prefer women half her size. Those shorter than her gawked from a distance, but their eyes bulged out of their sockets when she approached them. On occasion, a short slimeball would come on to her, wondering what it would be like to do a giant. There would be civilized, respectable men at the ball. At least, she hoped so. In the end though, she expected to spend the night alone.

Her friends had found their dream gowns after trying on what seemed like hundreds of dresses, but she hadn’t had a single choice. There had been one she’d admired. Connie took her measurements and promised to search for a similar one in her size. Instead, on the day she went to pick it up, the woman had surprised her with a custom-made dress.

Sliding off the bed, she groaned. Her knees were already sore from the impending precipitation. Her joints were as good a gauge as any other high-tech gadget to measure the barometric pressure. Plus, she planned to wear heels the entire night, making it a double-whammy. There had better be someplace to sit down, because it’s not as if anyone is going to ask me to dance anyway.

After a quick shower, she pinned her hair up, sprinkled glitter all over, and slipped on a black thong. Then she carefully placed her pasties. Okay, time for the gown.

Unzipping the polyester bag, she gasped. The magnificence of the dress still shocked her every time she saw it. She brushed her hand across the pleated red silk of the skirt. But she didn’t have time to bask in its elegance. At least not until she had it on. She stepped into her red net petticoat, sliding it up to her waist, and spun in a circle. Oh, how she missed her childhood ballet classes. Even then, she’d towered over the rest of the students. Though classes hadn’t made her any less clumsy, as her parents had hoped, the friends she’d made there never let her believe she was anything less than a prima ballerina. As they pirouetted in front of the mirrors, in leotards and tutus, she’d forget her size.

With her stature and blazing auburn hair, she always attracted unfavorable attention. Tonight, though, she wanted people to stare, and maybe, just maybe, her knight in shining armor would arrive to sweep her off her feet.

She wiggled the skirt on and brushed her hands down the material to smooth it out. Almost ready.

Deciding to forgo the detachable straps, Danyka wrapped the red silk corset around her torso, buttoning it up in the front. With a squeal of delight, she raced to the mirror.

She couldn’t help but twirl like a little girl. Before this moment, nothing in her life had resembled a fairy tale, except landing the position as Josh’s assistant. At the age of sixteen, she’d been orphaned when her parents died in a horrific car accident. Her aunt had agreed to take her in, rather than sending her to a group home, but the woman had spent as little time with her as possible, always busy planning some important event.

With her back toward the mirror, Danyka caught sight of the ink on her right shoulder. The Milky Way—a tribute to her and her dad’s shared love for space and science fiction. The day she’d come home with her first tattoo, her aunt had decided she should find an apartment of her own. Lucky for her, Ellie and Vanessa, classmates from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, had needed a roommate. They’d since graduated and found their own places, but remained close as they made their way in the real world.

She suspected her interests made her a perfect fit for Josh, a former sci-fi television star, now producing his own space flick. The tattoo had never bothered him, but would it be inappropriate at a charity ball? Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier? She didn’t have time to have her mark covered up. No, the ink would be just another way for her to stand out in the crowd.

Once she’d applied her make-up, she fished in her closet and pulled out her brand new black slingbacks—matching the lacing on the back of her dress—still in their box. They’d probably be off again in a couple of hours. She and heels never got along. When she opened the box, a small brown paper package lay on top. Where did that come from?

The bag felt weightless in her palm. She removed a small piece of tape, letting a handkerchief and note fall to the floor. The red silk material could have been made from the same fabric as her dress, her initials DAR embroidered in the corner with black thread. Combined with the gown, shoes, and her awaiting carriage, the silk accessory completed her transformation into a princess. All she needed was a Prince Charming.

After a quick glance at the clock, she picked up the note. She had seconds to read it before fashionably late turned into rude. Although the paper came from Josh’s personalized notepad, the handwriting did not match that of her boss.


I hope you enjoy yourself at the Kartha Ball tonight! As we figured Ellie and Vanessa would be going with you, we have an extra special surprise for you and you alone. Although Josh and I don’t discuss this with anyone, we met through a dating service called 1Night Stand. The owner, Madame Evangeline, has matched up not only us, but many of my close friends. We have arranged for you to go on one of these dates tonight. We hope we have not overstepped our bounds, but we consider you part of our family and want to see you happy.

Your date, whoever he may be, will meet you at the ball.

Have a wonderful time, and enjoy the rest of your holidays!


They had arranged a date for her? She restrained the urge to jump up and down and whoop in delight, blowing out a breath and remaining calm. Another part of her cringed. Was she so desperate she had to rely on a matchmaking service to find a man? A one-night stand at that?

Her gaze shifted to her nightstand, the drawer inside filled with vibrators, rubber dildos, and more. Oh yeah, that screamed desperation. All right, Eve, bring on a real man.

She set the note down on the bed. Grabbing her clutch on the way out the door, she couldn’t help but smile. She might not be off to meet the man she would marry, but she hoped to end the night completely satisfied.


Galan drummed his fingers against the counter. He hadn’t expected to have such a hard time finding eighteenth century dress, specifically a knee-length justacorps-style coat and breeches. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find any, but none of the costume shops he’d visited had anything in his size. His thighs prevented him from wearing most pants, and the width of his back caused coat after coat to rip in the seams. Did they grow them that small here?

At last, he’d found the perfect costume for the ball at a quaint boutique named Connie’s Couture. The elegant black outfit, with red silk shirt and stockings, seemed to have been tailored for him, although he’d never been to this area during his travels.

Connie remained in the back, completing some last minute adjustments to his clothing, while he ran through his mental list of everything he needed to purchase before he met his date. Flowers, breath mints…what else?

A hotel room waited for them at the Castillo Hotel, where the ball would take place, but he planned to take his date elsewhere, if she agreed. Traveling as much as he did, he grew lonely and wanted someone to share the wondrous places he often visited. His brother as his companion wasn’t enough. No, he wanted a woman to settle down with rather than finding a new source of temporary satisfaction at every port.

During his last stopover, he’d avoided all his and Volan’s usual haunts, instead spending his evenings on the beaches of Somnium, contemplating his life. And his next voyage. A friend of a friend had recommended the 1Night Stand dating service he’d heard about on Earth. Still, he’d had reservations. He wasn’t like any of the men he’d met around the Terran city of Las Vegas. But he’d filled out the forms, and learned yesterday about his date.

His life had been a scramble since, with no time to inform his brother of his plans. What would Volan think of the arrangement? He’d been quite happy with a variety of women, and never hinted at the need to settle down. Would his brother be respectful of his change in lifestyle? Didn’t matter. He’d already made his decision, so long as his date went well. He needed something different. Maybe his conversion would influence Volan to commit to one woman.

“All set, Mr. Galan.” Connie rushed from the back room, a black polyester bag across her arm. “I hope you have a wonderful time at the ball tonight and charm the lucky woman you’re going to meet.”

He smiled, setting additional currency on the counter to compensate the woman for her extra time and attention. Clasping her by the shoulders, he air-kissed her cheeks in the same way she’d greeted him when he arrived. “Thank you, Ms. Connie. I appreciate all your time. Now, I must get going, as I am already very late.”

She handed him the bag. “Why don’t you change here? The Castillo is a block away, and this way I can see my hard work.”

He hoped his date would be as sweet as the woman before him. “That would be great. Thank you, again.”

She ushered him toward a closet-sized room, closing the curtain behind him. She’d already demonstrated how to dress in the period costume, so he donned the outfit in minimal time. The breeches cupped him with precision, as he decided to forgo traditional undergarments. He stared at his reflection. Perhaps he could fit in at the ball, dressed as an eighteenth century Terran, long enough to woo the woman who waited for him.

Exiting the changing room, Galan stood in the middle of the store, waiting for Connie’s approval. “Well?”

“If I didn’t have a charming man of my own, I’d hope I was your date for the ball.” She handed him a small plastic container, holding a delicate red rose.

“What’s this?” He’d expected to buy a bouquet of flowers rather than just one. What would he do with one tiny flower?

“It’s for her wrist. I know it’s not fitting to the time period, but I’m sure she’ll love it.”

He took the container from her, kissing her on the cheek this time. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me. I’m glad to have met you.”

She nodded. “Now go, before she thinks you’ve stood her up.”

Rushing out the door, he set his sights on the Castillo Hotel, lights shining brighter than any other on the strip. Long, black cars still arrived with men and woman dressed for the ball. Good. I’m not late.

He hurried into the hotel and to the ball room, flashing his invitation at the door. He’d made sure to grab it before leaving Connie’s Couture but left his regular clothing there. He wouldn’t need any of the local fashions anyway, for he planned on leaving in the morning. He only hoped his date would come along for the trip.

Searching the room, worry gnawed at his gut. None of the women inside suited his preferences. Had Madame Evangeline made a mistake? He ducked his head under the ivy-laced trellis to step in farther. He’d been told his date would come up past his stomach. There had to be a woman on Earth fitting that description, and he trusted she waited for him in the room.

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