I still don't have a concrete release date as I'm still waiting on a few things like a cover and some final editing tweaks. Usual #ChaosWriting, in other words. I'll update here as soon as the new book goes live (hopefully sometime next week).
In the meantime here's an excerpt from the third of the hell-space stories in the collection, "Vernon the Volunteer". (It's also a little bit more NSFW than the other excerpts).
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“—give a demonstration of the techniques used by H-space indigenous life forms to overwhelm and subdue opponents.”
Vernon didn’t really hear the doctor. He was still staring at the girl who’d joined them up on stage with slack-jawed appreciation. Holy shee-it. Were all the girls of H-space as hot as this? She was fucking smoking. She looked like a lingerie model. That was all she was wearing as well—lingerie.
Well kind of.
Vernon didn’t know what it was. Some kind of inky-black substance covered her boobs and pussy like a cloud. Didn’t bother Vernon that much. Why be bothered about that when a super-hot babe was standing in front of him. Vernon certainly wasn’t. Like he wasn’t bothered by her horns either . . . or those yellow eyes . . .
Vernon frowned. His brow furrowed.
. . . or her wings . . . or her tail . . . or the way she looked like a . . . devil . . .
Then she smiled at him with a face that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine.
No, it was way better than that. Model types were all haughty, stuck-up bitches. He could see she wasn’t like that. She was more like one of those pretty actresses that play the sweet girl next-door, and were just as nice as the characters they portrayed.
Vernon knew a girl just like that back home. What was her name again . . .
Vampyrotiea’s eyes met his. Her smile looked innocent and sweet on the surface, but there was a little curl at the corner that promised naughty pleasures once the lights went out and it was just them, alone.
. . . oh, he couldn’t remember. Didn’t seem important.
“Vampyrotiea is a succubus,” the doctor said to him in a quiet voice.
Vernon’s eyes remained fixed on Vampyrotiea’s. The doctor’s voice was an irritating mosquito whine in his ear he tried to ignore.
“Sexual intercourse with her will kill you.”
“Uh huh,” Vernon said, not caring what the doctor said.
She was gorgeous. Amazingly, beautifully, gorgeously hot. She had the full package—nice rack, peach of an ass, long toned legs. And she was smiling at him.
“I’m so sorry, son,” the doctor said before walking away.
“Uh huh,” Vernon nodded again.
His hands were pointing forward from his sides. He had the strong urge to reach out and grab her round the waist. No. Mustn’t scare her off. He had to be smooth.
“What’s your name?” the girl asked.
She placed a warm hand against his cheek.
“Vernon,” Vernon replied.
His hand itched at his side. He ached to slide it over the curve of that peachy ass, to feel her smooth skin beneath his fingers.
“I’m Vampyrotiea, Vernon,” Vampyrotiea said.
She caressed his cheek. The strange inky-black substance covering her breasts flowed up her arm like the tendrils of a plant. Didn’t seem important.
“I want you to do something for me, Vernon,” Vampyrotiea said.
He picked up a strange scent. It must be her perfume. Fancy perfume. Expensive perfume. Sexy perfume.
“I want you to pull your pants down. Can you do that for me, Vernon?” she asked in a voice as smooth as the most expensive silk.
For a babe like her, of course he could. Vernon undid his pants and dropped them and his underwear to the floor. His boner popped up like a flagpole.
Vampyrotiea’s eyes lit up. She murmured sexily and her other hand stroked up and down his shaft. It was soft and gentle, just like her smile. Twin tendrils of darkness slithered down her arm and nudged against his exposed boner. Ticklish.
“I want you to fuck me, Vernon,” Vampyrotiea said. “Fuck me hard from behind.”
She turned around and bent over a chair with her legs splayed apart. That peach of a bubble-butt ass was right in his face and waggling invitingly. The oily black cloud swirling between her legs parted like rainclouds before the sun and for a moment Vernon glimpsed . . .
. . . something like a maw. A circular maw like the mouth of a lamprey, but with no teeth. Instead Vernon saw rows and rows of fleshy lips. It gaped open, deep purple in color and lined with pulsing black veins . . .
. . . the folds of her exposed vagina, moist and dewy-dropped with arousal. She glanced back at him over her shoulder. Her luscious lips were bunched up in a sultry pout and need smoldered in her eyes. She was eager for him. Desperate for him.
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I don't think this demonstration is going to end well . . .
Apologies for the continuing vagueness over the release date. Keep an eye out here and I'll post as soon as the book hits the (virtual) shelves.