Hot Dino Girls

By Paul Lucas

Saurian herd matron Niska and her young assistant Lorika run a bed and breakfast on an alternate Earth dominated by human-dinosaur genetic hybrids. A restless young man named Mike from the human world visits, trying to figure what to do with his life. A hurricane throws the three of them into close quarters for days on end, leading to unexpected sensual delights between Mike and the much larger Saurian women.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Lucas
• Release date: Oct 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311545114

Paul Lucas

I grew up on the shores of Lake Erie, just a few snow drifts away from Buffalo, NY. I am a life long science fiction and fantasy fan, and avidly keep up on developments in the fields of science, technology, and ancient cultures.Currently I am a freelance writer and artist, with fifteen years of experience in the field. In 1998 I had a tabletop RPG published, and in 2005 my first novel CREATURA came out. My shorter works have seen the light of day in publications such as Strange Horizons, Afterburn, Tales of the Talisman, Fables, and others. Currently I do a lot of personal commissions and ghost writing work.

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HOT DINO GIRLS

By Paul Lucas

Copyright 2014 by Paul Lucas

Cover art by Paul Lucas

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CHAPTER 1

Mike Ardavan sank into his seat, cheeks burning at the driver’s laughter.

Miranda, at the wheel of the small passenger hovercraft, was an employee of the Crossworlds Authority which managed travel among the known alternate Earths. Judging by her short dark hair and a trim, athletic body, Mike guessed that the young woman might be fresh from the military. Many Crossworlds freelance contractors were.

Miranda glanced at him, her expression softening. Aw, don’t look like that. I’m not saying no because there’s anything wrong with you, Mr. Ardavan. You are kind of cute. Its just I already have a fella here on world.

Mike glanced out the window, anxious to not meet her eyes. Then why did you laugh?

I haven’t been asked out so formally since high school. I had a flashback to ninth grade, and it was just kind of funny.

Sorry.

Don't be. There's nothing wrong with being inexperienced. Some guys are just late bloomers. They're shy, or get so into jobs or school that they put off girls until later. I’m guessing you’re one of those. Right?

He shrugged. Close enough.

Mike concentrated on the scenery outside. Sandy dunes and grassy hillocks rolled by, with the turquoise line of the sea just beyond them occasionally peeking through. The road the hovercraft used was ancient, built thousands of years ago by a civilization that had never existed on Mike's version of Earth.

So, you staying long? Miranda asked after a while.

Yeah. Six months, though my Visa’s good for at least a year. In two weeks I’m supposed to join the Carlyle expedition at the Talaa-Guuska dig site.

I wish they’d just call it the Wilmington site. That’s what it is on our world. Wilmington, North Carolina.

Mike shrugged. This isn’t our world. It belongs to the Saurians, so we should use their words for the places here.

I guess. But it still feels weird, considering I grew up around here. On our Earth, I mean.

I guess I can understand that.

But the Carlyle Expedition’s still two weeks away for you, eh? she observed. Getting in a little vacation beforehand?

Yep. I just got my Bachelor’s last month. I figured I could use a break for a couple of weeks. I’ve even been thinking of trying to write a book.

There are less expensive places to do that on our Earth. How did a recent grad afford to stay at an off-world place like Niska’s?

My ticket through the wormhole was already paid for by the Carlyle group. Plus I managed to work out a deal with Ms. Niska through some correspondence for the actually two weeks stay itself.

The driver hooked her thumb behind her toward the trunk. Is that what all those boxes of tools and crap are for?

Those are for the Carlyle expedition, he said hastily.

She gave him a disbelieving look. You’re kidding, right? Carlyle's group has grants from Stanford, Transworld LLC, and the Smithsonian. I doubt very much they’re hurting so much that they need some junior digger to bring them a bunch of old junk.

Mike looked stricken. Miranda laughed. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. You’re hardly the first one to sneak stuff through Crossworlds with some bullshit story.

The young man sighed, acknowledging that he had been caught. Fine. My dad used to work landscaping and carpentry before he retired. He had this big shed full of old tools he always meant to clean out. He let me have them. From what Ms. Niska told me in her messages, even old Earth tools are pretty valuable here.

Yep. Saurian metallurgy really lagged behind ours. They never got beyond the bronze age with it. Stuff made of steel and aluminum seems really awesome to them. Miranda tilted her head. Is that what’s your book going to be about? Some xeno-archaeology stuff about how the natives use the tools?

That's a decent idea, actually, but I honestly don’t know yet. I was hoping to find some inspiration here, and maybe just get some general thinking done.

Thinking about what?

Like about what I really want to do with my life. I was all gung-ho about being a xeno-archaeologist as a freshman, but now that I got a degree I’m not so sure. I’ve been feeling really listless lately and...shit, sorry. I’m guessing you don’t really want to hear about my lame problems.

No worries, the driver said. We’re just about at Niska’s anyway.

Mike glanced out the windshield to see the ancient stone tower weave into view as they rounded the last large hill of their journey. Mike wondered just how much of his life, if any, would change in the next two weeks.

CHAPTER 2

In the late 1970s, the United States tested an esoteric theory about the creation of kugelblitzes. A kugelblitz is a black hole created solely by concentrating of vast amounts of energy into a single tiny pinpoint. Using carefully customized and synched atomic weapons in an underground test, the scientists sought to create a short-lived black hole that would, in theory, evaporate away within a few milliseconds.

Instead, in the crater of ground zero in the smoking aftermath, floated a strange mirrored globe ten feet wide.

It took the scientists many days of panic, tests, recriminations, prayer, scanning, and recalibrating sixty years’ worth of quantum theory to realize that they had accidentally created a stable wormhole. One, they soon learned, leading to a parallel Earth in another dimension.

Later that year, and the experiment was repeated, with similar results. Another wormhole, and another alternate world opened up to humanity. Then another and another, as the United States, and later its allies and its rivals, refined techniques for accessing these other realities.

The near-copies of modern day Earth as imagined in science fiction never materialized, however. These new worlds, while still recognizably Earth, had