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“Dream big and dare to fail.”
71-75 Shelton Street
When a demon offers Samuel Driver a second chance at life, seducing men and women, Sam doesn’t hesitate.
Samuel Driver had been a thug, a thief, and a career criminal—until the moment he got killed. His violent escapades secured him a place in Hell, but his fighting spirit earned him a reprieve, and a chance to walk the Earth once again.
Contracted to become an Incubus—a seducer of women and reaper of their life forces—Sam did his best to fulfill his hellish contract, but after a string of failures, he faced a return to Hell and an eternity of suffering. But when he learned about double points—the unwritten rule that seducing men was more lucrative than seducing women—his prospects immediately brightened.
Armed with shape-shifting abilities, Sam quickly became a reaper of masculine energy and earned himself the unique title of Male Succubus, collector of souls.
Reader Beware: This story will plunge you into the depths of Hell and raise you to the Heavenly delights of gay sex. Better buckle up!
16675 words (47 pages)
MF, MM, MMM
Memoirs of a Male Succubus 1
When I was killed back in 1973, my first thought was Aw, shit. I’m going straight to hell.
I was right. I tumbled into darkness and fell for what seemed like forever. The landing wasn’t much fun, either. I slammed into a squishy mess that was littered with old bones and stunk to high heaven.
Heaven … yeah. I was pretty sure I’d hit the complete opposite. All around me were miserable, shuffling people in tattered clothes. They were squelching across the filthy landscape with no intent in their eyes, just a cold numbness that told me everything I needed to know—I couldn’t stay here. I’d always been independent, a free spirit and a maverick. That was probably why I’d landed myself in so much trouble over the years. Every cop knew my name and they always found a reason to haul me to the station, even if they had nothing current to book me for.
My ‘illicit’ activities with guys, both younger and older was still classed as illegal in those dark days, giving me extra cause to be careful. Whenever cops caught two guys together, and there was proof they were anything other than buddies, a serious beating, followed by a long stretch in the slammer was guaranteed.
I’d been beaten many times, simply because cops suspected I might be a homo—as we were called back then. But I’d learned to present a tough masculine face to the world, and with the care I took, they couldn’t pin anything on me.
But my thieving and violent robberies were a different matter. I did time for those misdemeanors—and I deserved every second.
I was a badass.
No surprise, then, that I’d landed in Hell. I turned a full three-sixty, looking for some way out of this apocalyptic nightmare, but there were no buildings, no caves that might have housed offices or even anyone who looked official. Even a guy in chains and leather who cracked a whip might have been a place to start, but there was nothing, only a sea of miserable, forlorn faces on an endless amble to Nowhere, Arizona. In frustration, I threw out my arms and yelled at the coal-black sky.
“How the hell do I get out of here?” My words bounced around for a while as if they were trying to find a way out. Only when they’d completely faded away did anything happen.
And it happened suddenly.
Something grabbed my collar and yanked me upward. The sea of senseless souls dwindled to invisibility as I hurtled up towards, but never any closer to the blackness that covered this place.
“Enough showing off!” I yelled. “So this place is big—who cares?”
Instantly I was slammed into a seat—a cheap plywood and metal affair that had been polished by a thousand sitters. A wooden table, a complete contrast to the chair, sat before me. Inlaid with different colors of wood, the surface was littered with intricate patterns that never seemed to repeat. I glanced left to see the table had no end. It stretched to the horizon—which was still inside the austere room. Impossible, I thought. I glanced right to see exactly the same thing. The table seemed infinitely long, as did the room.
A clever trick, I guessed. Obviously, the room was mirrored at both ends, creating the illusion. I stood, expecting to see my own reflection, but I was completely alone. Confused, I turned to my left and walked away from the chair, heading along the table. I peered ahead, expecting the room to end in reflective glass, but no wall appeared. My fingers trailed along its surface as I walked, giving me a reassuring sense of movement. The pattern on the surface changed with every step, but aside from that, I seemed to be going exactly nowhere. The room seemed endless. I began to count my steps, just to give me something to think about. When I reached two hundred, something appeared in the distance. I squinted, but it was too far away to see. I continued to walk and the object drew reassuringly closer. At four hundred steps, I thought I could make it out. It looked like a chair.
It took me exactly five hundred steps to reach it. The chair was identical to the one I’d left behind me. I turned to look back along the table, but any detail was lost in the faint haze that obscured the far end. Okay, I thought, let’s see what’s ahead.
I walked another five hundred steps and stared down at the cheap chair in dismay. Was this just another identical chair, or was I walking in circles? But … the table was straight as far as the eye could see. How could I be circling? To be sure, I flipped the chair upside down and set off once again.
Five hundred steps later, I frowned at the upright chair. Okay, how long was this damn table? How long was the room?? Growling under my breath, I inverted the chair again and rubbed my thumbnail across the plywood until I made a faint impression. I added another line to complete a thumb-sized ‘X.’ Satisfied I’d personalized it adequately, I set off once again.
The next chair—or was it the same one—was upright, like all the others. I flipped it over and peered at the underside. Sure enough, a faint cross was visible on the surface of the wood. I threw the chair down and yelled to no-one in particular.
“Very funny! Can we quit the fucking around and just get on with it?” I stared around me, but no-one appeared. “Please?” I added.
I blinked. A man was standing opposite me, on the other side of the infinite table. As far as I could tell, he was my age, but wearing a three-piece suit. The guy looked like a butler—right down to the impassive face.
“Can I help you, sir?” he asked me in a clipped, English accent.
“Can you get me the hell out of this place?” I snapped.
“If sir would care to take a seat, I will ascertain whether or not the availability for an appointment might be imminent.”
I stared at him. He stared back, but with a bored expression. After a long moment, I decided he wasn’t simply fucking around with me and bent to retrieve the wooden chair. But it was already upright, ready for me to use. I released a long, steady breath past my lips, then sat down to wait. I’d intended to throw the butler-esque guy a sarcastic ‘satisfied?’ expression, but he’d vanished. I didn’t bother to glance along the never-ending—or was it circular?—table. Too many freaky things were happening here and I settled down to wait for the next one.
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Kink After Dinner. 8pm. Usual place. Wear the new purple basque – no knickers. Expect some SERIOUS (!) paddling. No touching until then. Master.
Beth hurriedly hides the note she has received so her family won’t see it.
Her daughter regards her parents as stuck in the mud. If only she knew! When Beth decided to throw off her inhibitions she was able to thoroughly enjoy her middle years, despite the usual body issues, including attending a BDSM event and starting a relationship with a Dom.
Putting on her purple bustier and high heels as ordered, and covering up with a coat, she leaves her husband engrossed in his carpentry workshop to walk to a neighbour’s house. This is the home of swinging couple, Alistair and Helen, with whom she’s had several encounters over the past year. And this begins a wonderful evening of kink—bondage, spanking, paddling, handcuffs, and orgasm denial.
Then her husband turns up.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a heroine throwing off her inhibitions, taking a lover and having fun with BDSM in her middle age.
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Witches, shifters, and shamans. Oh my... Catalina is at it again, and as always, no one is off limits. Strong, smart, and sexy, the Queen of the Nightlings is all but invincible. All except for one little weakness—twins.
Deep in the heart of the jungle an ancient power calls. As Catalina searches for its source, she discovers a lost Viking warrior washed ashore after a sudden squall. Although she is forced to abandon her prey, Catalina knows she will never get over the mysterious stud without at least one little taste. Trouble is—while the Cat was out to play, tall, blond and handsome has gotten away.
The journey is only beginning when she finds her prize has been captured by a crafty coven. Catalina may be a monster, but what the witches have in store for the warrior is downright evil.
Join Catalina, if you dare. Read along, as the sexy succubus seduces her way out of yet another steamy adventure.
Reader Advisory: Be forewarned, the story within, contains X-rated tales of a Nightlings, naughty escapades.
Contains sexual scenes in the following: MF, FF, FFM, FMF, FFF, exhibitionism, and a HFN (Happy for now ending)
Catalina, Queen of the Nightlings 2
X-Rated EroticaMF, MFM, FFM 40,455 words Living With Past Sins 1
If home is where the heart is, Nia Kelly is screwed.
The twenty-four-year-old fitness instructor nearly faints when Hollywood heartthrob Derek Pierce comes to her spin class at an exclusive Las Vegas sports club.
There is an instant spark, an undeniable heat between them. But falling in love is not in her plan. Nia is a girl who sticks to the plan.
She moved to Las Vegas to escape her past, a past with secrets that still haunt her. A romantic entanglement with a celebrity like Derek will put both of them in danger. She doesn't know if she will ever be safe, ever be free.
Then he looks at her with those gorgeous blue eyes, and is impossible to resist. Her world flips upside down.
Reader Advisory: Please be advised, the devastatingly handsome hero awakens our feisty heroine, she's super horny, all the time!
Publisher note: This is Book 1 in the Swept Away trilogy. Each is a continuation of the story, and should be read in the numbered order.
Erotic M/F Romance
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