"A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day" is out!

It's (re)publication day!

My 6th collection of erotic horror short stories, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales of Sinister Sirens, is back up and available to buy as an ebook.  You can find it at these ebook retailers:

(And to show I'm getting better with practise, I managed to get the ebook out on all of them on the right day!)

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BFVXVVQV

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/a-succubus-for-saint-patrick-s-day-1

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-succubus-for-saint-patricks-day-me-hydra/1142288896

Apple: https://books.apple.com/gb/book/a-succubus-for-saint-patricks-day/id6443450992

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1168019

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/M_E_Hydra_A_Succubus_for_Saint_Patrick_s_Day?id=VsaPEAAAQBAJ

Here's the usual blurb:

Who is the lucky one – the man given sensual pleasure beyond his dreams, or the succubus that ensnares and drains him?

Dangerous and delectable sirens abound in M. E. Hydra’s sixth collection of horror erotica.  Within these pages you’ll find thirteen tales that will tempt, tease, titillate and terrify.  Read and enjoy as dark temptresses weave their seductive webs and draw in their (un)fortunate prey.

In “A Succubus for Saint Patrick’s Day” a down-on-his-luck gambler thinks his fortune has changed when a magical succubus comes to his aid.  A strange agency provides an unusual service in “The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency”.  A researcher has a dangerous and highly sensual encounter with an alien creature in “A Real-Life Goo Girl”.  In “Number 66” an expat searches for an unusual girl in the fleshpots of Bangkok.  An accomplished thief falls prey to a shadowy guardian in “Rogue vs Lamia”.  A rich man gets the bigger dick he’s always wanted in “Crabs”, only to discover the treatment has some alarming side effects.  And finally, a young man gets a surprise when he tries to rape the wrong victim in “Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist”.

They'll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

This is the last of the ebooks that needed republishing after my previous publisher closed at the end of last year.  As with the others, I've given it a new cover and added an afterword that gives a behind-scenes look at how the stories were written.

Some of the stories (in slightly rougher form) can already be found online on places like Literotica.  To make the collections worth buying, I always add some stories that can't be found anywhere else.  This includes the eponymous story "A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day", where the nameless succubus from the succubus tablet is sowing chaos again. "A Special Tube of Lube" is a new story with Eryx and Eunectes and calls back to their first appearance as they return to collect a debt. I try again to write pulp fantasy with "Rogue vs Lamia".  "Crabs" has appeared in another anthology, but you can enjoy it in all its nastiness here.  There's also the obligatory Nicole story (with a title that got me in trouble at Kobo), plus a couple of other original stories (one of which with a title that is clearly too long, but also throws some hints as to what the witch Annette Brite is up to with her succubi).

This is the 6th and last of my old collections.  All of my books are now back on sale.  The next time I make one of these posts it will be for a brand new collection.  The 7th collection is currently in progress and hopefully I'll be able to unveil that soon.

In the meantime, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day is (back) out today and I hope you enjoy reading it!

"A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day" is up for pre-order

And we're onto the last of my old erotic horror short story collections.  A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales of Sinister Sirens is now up for pre-order.  You can find it at these online booksellers (more to be added).

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BFVXVVQV

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-succubus-for-saint-patricks-day-me-hydra/1142288896

Apple: https://books.apple.com/gb/book/a-succubus-for-saint-patricks-day/id6443450992

(Kobo is slightly delayed.  I think one of their Millennial interns saw one of the story titles and had a fit of the vapours.  Currently trying to get that fixed.)

Here's the usual blurb:

Who is the lucky one – the man given sensual pleasure beyond his dreams, or the succubus that ensnares and drains him?

Dangerous and delectable sirens abound in M. E. Hydra’s sixth collection of horror erotica.  Within these pages you’ll find thirteen tales that will tempt, tease, titillate and terrify.  Read and enjoy as dark temptresses weave their seductive webs and draw in their (un)fortunate prey.

In “A Succubus for Saint Patrick’s Day” a down-on-his-luck gambler thinks his fortune has changed when a magical succubus comes to his aid.  A strange agency provides an unusual service in “The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency”.  A researcher has a dangerous and highly sensual encounter with an alien creature in “A Real-Life Goo Girl”.  In “Number 66” an expat searches for an unusual girl in the fleshpots of Bangkok.  An accomplished thief falls prey to a shadowy guardian in “Rogue vs Lamia”.  A rich man gets the bigger dick he’s always wanted in “Crabs”, only to discover the treatment has some alarming side effects.  And finally, a young man gets a surprise when he tries to rape the wrong victim in “Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist”.

They'll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

This the last of the ebooks needing republishing.  As with the others it has a new cover and afterword.  While some of the stories are up on Literotica, these are the finalised versions and as with the others, there are plenty of stories that can only be found in this collection (such as the eponymous "A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day")

Official release date is Sep 30th.  I hope you all enjoy reading it.

Story Inspiration - A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day

And it's onto the last of my collections - the 6th one, "A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day".  This is another of the irregular Q'n'A posts I've been doing.  If you have any questions about stories in this collection or anywhere else, fire away below.

As a reminder, here are the stories from that collection:

1) A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day *
2) The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency
3) A Special Tube of Lube *
4) A Real-Life Goo Girl
5) Busted Bankster
6) Number 66 *
7) Rogue vs Lamia *
8) The First Time
9) Snared, Sucked and Slurped
10) Pussy-Wrapped
11) The Night Doyle Lowry Saw a Terrible Thing and was Sucked into a Quagmire of Sensual Depravity *
12) Crabs **
13) Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist *

* exclusive to this collection
** also appeared in one of eXcessica's anthologies

This was still from that 'hot' period where I was outputting a lot of conventional short stories.  Unfortunately, after this I got a little distracted with my blog and a few failed novel attempts.  I did create a lot of H-space Bestiary short stories, but those need work to make them publishable (which is a plan I have at some point).

I didn't quite get ahead of the monthly HoHH work.  That's probably going to go right to the end of the month.  I still need to take some time off to get the collections back up.  I think I might use June for that and maybe also see if I can finally get that 7th collection together.

Updates and a St Patrick's Day Sales Promotion on All Romance Ebooks

Yes, yes, there should be a Succubus Summoning 212, part 3 here, I know.  I knew that chapter was going to be a swine to write and likely slide around the weekly schedule until I got on top of it.  The next part has some interesting revelations and a bunch of exposition that was tricky to write.  My first draft didn't exactly nail it, which meant the typing up part was a little slower and more painful than normal.

There should be a new part out this week.  It's about 500 words and a decent edit away.  I was going to put it out tomorrow and shift the usual H-space slots back, but what I'll do instead is post the H-space MGB pieces in their usual slots (as they're already done) and bump SS212, pt3 to Saturday.  That'll give me a chance to triple-check I haven't borked the exposition passages.

In other news, it's St Patrick's Day tomorrow, so it would be rather remiss of me not to remind you of the appropriately themed collection of short stories I put out this time last year:

I liked the cover on this one, but for some reason the book didn't come out the gate with similar sales as the other collections.  One of those things, I guess.  Anyway, if you missed it the first time around, there are thirteen stories waiting for you to read, some of them brand new and appearing only within this book.

The other reason to mention St Patrick's Day is because my publisher, Excessica, has let me know they're part of a St Patrick's Day sale on All Romance Ebooks.  For that day Excessica's entire catalogue of books will be 25% off on All Romance Ebooks.  So, if you've found me recently through my stories/reputation and would like to see what my published work is like, tomorrow is a good time to pick up my previous books at a discount.

My books can be found on All Romance Ebooks here.

Also, here are the other books Excessica offers.  Give them a look and see if any take your fancy.

ETA:  Hmm.  Okay those links don't quite go to where I was hoping.  They're still easy to find.  Author -> M. E. Hydra in the top right search box on the page will take you to my books and Publisher -> Excessica Publishing will do the same for my publisher.

Further Update: The links now go to the correct places.  Thanks for the fix suggestion in the comments, Anon.

A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day available in Print form

A few months late, but it's here.

This is the physical copy version of my latest short story collection.  The ebook version did come out around Saint Patrick's Day a few months ago, but the print version ended up lagging behind for one reason or another.  This has now been fixed, so if you prefer to read my stories in physical book form rather than on an ereader, the latest collection is now available.

Here's the blurb:

Who is the lucky one - the man given sensual pleasure beyond his dreams, or the succubus that ensnares and drains him? 

Dangerous and delectable sirens abound in M. E. Hydra's sixth collection of horror erotica.  Within these pages you'll find thirteen tales that will tempt, tease, titillate and terrify.  Read and enjoy as dark temptresses weave their seductive webs and draw in their (un)fortunate prey. 

In "A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day" a down-on-his-luck gambler thinks his fortune has changed when a magical succubus comes to his aid.  A strange agency provides an unusual service in "The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency".  A researcher has a dangerous and highly sensual encounter with an alien creature in "A Real-Life Goo Girl".  In "Number 66" an expat searches for an unusual girl in the fleshpots of Bangkok.  An accomplished thief falls prey to a shadowy guardian in "Rogue vs. Lamia".  A rich man gets the bigger dick he's always wanted in "Crabs", only to discover the treatment has some alarming side effects.  And finally, a young man gets a surprise when he tries to rape the wrong victim in "Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist". 

They'll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

The collection consists of 13 stories of sexy succubus/monster girl horror erotica.  Six of these can only be found in this collection while a seventh only appeared previously in a horror erotica anthology from eXcessica.

The print versions aren't big sellers for me, mainly because Print-on-Demand makes books considerably more expensive than typical mass-market paperbacks, but I always like to make a print option available if I can because I know some people prefer to own physical books over ebooks.  It's also a nice ego-trip for a writer to see their own books sitting on a bookshelf. :D

Anyway, sorry for making you wait so long for this, print lovers.  I'll try to make sure the print and ereader version releases are synchronised a little better for future books.

Update on Okasare Kenny

It's going on hold.  Sorry about that.

This is only temporary.  It's being returned to its original place in the queue.  After seeing how well the Let's Play of Monmusu Quest: Paradox did for the blog numbers I got a little over-excited and jumped the queue on something I already had a very good plan for.  I'm going back to that original plan.  Next year I'm intending to put Okasare Kenny out as a monthly serial on Amazon (and others) spread over the year.  First of all I need to instil confidence that I can keep to a monthly schedule.  This is what the Sandwiched by series was intended to be (before I got sidetracked).

Currently I'm working on finishing up some projects that should have been completed in the first half of the year - the print version of A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales, the next instalments of Sandwiched by ("Sandwiched by Scyllas", "Sandwiched by Succubi"), and a long-awaited conclusion to the Succubus Summoning 201 arc.  Once these are done I'll have a more cleanish slate and can get back to Okasare Kenny and a novel idea featuring Nicole I've been tinkering with.

Because of the change in plans I'll be pulling the Okasare Kenny chapters posted on Lit and StoriesOnline.  The ones I posted here I'll leave here.

A live-written (sort of) novel posted daily on the blog in daily instalments is something I want to do at some point.  I did enjoy the bits I did on Okasare Kenny before realising I was neglecting other projects that should have been finished off sooner.

As a writer, metaphorically showing your underpants in public is a little embarrassing.  In future I'll try to rein in my excitement until a project is actually complete/near-complete.  As per my usual penance for screwing up I'll raid the short story stockpile and dig up something juicy to post for your reading pleasure - look out for it Monday.

Pauses

Some things going on as you might have noticed by the lack of recent updates.

I was going to post in more detail about the events at the end of last year affecting me more than I first thought, leading to some poor decision making, but that would just be a whole load of boring personal crap and I don't want this blog to degenerate into a personal whinefest.  There are too many of those already on the internet.  I deal in sexy.  Whining about stuff is not sexy.

The upshot of it all is that in the first six months of attempting to be a professional (quasi)self-published author, I haven't been as professional as I would have liked.  A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day still doesn't have a print version.  I still need to get a US ITIN.  The Succubus Summoning 201 arc still isn't finished.  The Sandwiched by series was supposed to be monthly and yet there's only been two releases in the past six months.  These are things I need to fix.

The rest of the post was going to be about putting Okasare Kenny on hiatus for six months - basically going back to the original plan of releasing it as a serial on Amazon with 99c instalments.  But that also struck me as unprofessional.  Being premature (oo er, double entendre) with the original posting was probably a misstep, but once it's done I should continue lurching along down that path (plus it can always be packaged up that way with nice artwork and smoother editing later).  I also hate the concept of starting a story in a free forum and then moving the ending behind a paywall.  It's a dickish thing for a writer to do, even when we're trying to put bread on the table.

Unfortunately I'm cursed with an aspect of personality that loves to engage in self-sabotage.  Some times it gets on top for a while and I'm stuck with being a useless cunt until I can beat that fucker back into the dank cage it belongs.

Give me a couple of days to get my head back in order and I'll get back to killing Kenny (over and over and over, hyuk hyuk).

I'm back online and another snippet from A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day

And finally I have regular internet again.  The phoneline was connected to my new house today.  Obviously the first thing I did was download Monmusu Quest! Paradox. :)  I'll be starting with the Let's Plays as soon as I get everything setup on this new laptop.

Before then, Saint Patrick's Day might have gone by but I still have a brand new collection of delicious and evil short stories to promote.

Here's an excerpt from "Rogue vs. Succubus Lamia" (the strikethrough is deliberate, for reasons that will make sense once you've read the story).  This one is supposed to have a more traditional fantasy feel.

* * *

“I want you to steal the Heart of Aphrossi,” the elegant veiled figure lounging on a luxurious divan asked Nai.

Her name was Madam Esqetti and she was rumoured to be the most powerful individual in Bollinbrocco’s infamous pleasure district.  So powerful that even the notoriously corrupt ruler of Bollinbrocco, Lord Vingsloteni, reputedly stayed out of her affairs.  This was the first time Nai had met her.  Her face was obscured by a black veil and she wore an elaborate—and expensive—gown of overlapping velvets.  Nai could ascertain nothing about her age or beauty.  His first impression yielded no impressions.  That meant he’d assume the rumours were true and treat her as someone not to be trifled with.

Two bare-breasted beauties had greeted him at the entrance to Madam Esqetti’s legendary bordello and led him up to this opulent room on the top floor.  Curtains of exotic fabrics, held in place with chains of precious metal, decorated the walls.  Rare furs and plush cushions were positioned around the room.  The bare-breasted beauties had left him alone with the infamous Madam, at which point she’d made her request.

“Okay,” he answered.

Madam Esqetti laughed.  “Most thieves would baulk at such a task.”

Nai gave her a rakish smile.

“I’m not most thieves.  I’m the best thief.”

“They said you weren’t short of confidence,” Madam Esqetti said.  “I hope your abilities match your bravado.  Weakling failures are of no use to me.”

She produced a roll of parchment and unfurled it on top of a small table.  Nai guessed it was plans to the Temple of Aphrossi.  He listened as she gave him information on guard numbers, patrols and other defensive measures he’d need to overcome.  Nai was impressed with her thoroughness.  He listened to her proposed plans, stopping her occasionally to interject his own suggestions.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I want the Heart of Aphrossi and what I intend to do with it?” Madam Esqetti asked him once they’d gone through the plan.

“No.  I’m interested in only the gold you’ll give me for bringing you the Heart of Aphrossi.”

“You’re not curious at all?”

“Not at all.”

“How very professional.”

“There is one additional thing I require for this task...” Nai said.

Update and another snippet from A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day

Some updates.

First off, thanks to everyone who bought my new collection.  I hope you all enjoyed reading it.

Currently I'm still in the middle of the moving house.  I don't have regular internet access at the moment, which means I'm not able to keep as up-to-date with replying to emails/comments and the like.  This should be fixed when I get a phone connected on Thursday.  Not having internet while my first book in around 18 months is out and I need to promote it is not the best timing, but there you go.  (I suspect there will be something else I'll be doing as soon as I get online as well).

On some of the questions I've received about A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day:

I don't know why it hasn't gone up on Smashwords.  I'm checking with my publisher at the moment.  (UPDATE: it's now live on Smashwords)

Also, there will be a print version at some point.  That's another thing I'm checking with my publisher. (It's my fault more than their's.  Once again the deadline snuck on me far faster than I anticipated.)

Mon-Musu Quest: Paradox is out.

Yep, I will own up to cursing a little that they picked this weekend to put it out.  That's definitely one for how to have your book release utterly over-shadowed. :)  Only a minor bit of cursing - I'm as excited to play it as I'm sure eveeryone else is... when I get a damn internet connection again!

As soon as I'm back online I will be doing a let's Play of MQ:P.  I suspect that one might take some time...

As to my own writing.  Next on the todo list is "Sandwiched by Scyllas".  I'm hoping to get that out before the end of March.  After that it's the one I imagine a lot of people have been waiting for - I finally get around to finishing the Succubus Summoning 201 arc.  Also I haven't forgot about that little Twine game I was working on either.  Now I'm not rushed off my feet I'm going to see if I can sneak a few hours on A Night With Ceptophthorié a day.

Plenty to look forward to. ;)

But I'm also supposed to be promoting my brand new collection.  So here's another tease, this time from the title story, "A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day", to entice those of you that haven't yet bought it:

* * *

“Luck of the Irish, eh, Irish” the barman said as he poured Nic a commiserating shot of whisky.

Nic wouldn’t know.  He was born and bred in the home counties.  The closest ties he had with Ireland was a grandmother from Dublin he hadn’t seen in over a decade.  Nic had a knack for accents and after travelling the casinos of Europe he’d noticed everyone loved the Irish and hated the English, especially plummy-voiced Southern boys.

The Irish accent also worked much better on the ladies, not that Nic was in the mood for anything other than getting drunk and moping.  Just to rub it in, this would be the night one of the hottest girls Nic had ever seen came up and sat on the stool next to him.  Nic didn’t know the Ribchester did shows.  The girl was dressed up in bright green top hat and tails like a cabaret dancer.  Vivid red hair spilled out from beneath her top hat and cascaded onto her shoulders in shimmering waves.  She had the delicate elfin face and high cheekbones of a model, but rather than being cold and haughty, her large eyes and warm smile gave her the expressive features of a girl that looked fun to hang out with.  She also looked like she had quite the figure hidden beneath that waistcoat judging by how the material bulged and was stretched taut at the chest.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi?” Nic said.

Normally this would be the point he’d turn on the fake Irish charm and see how far it took him.  He wasn’t really in the mood.  Not after losing his shirt—twice!—in the same night.

Besides, she was probably a working girl and there was no way he could afford her.

on account of losing his shirt—twice!

She was wearing an odd choice of clothes for a hooker, though.  And normally they liked to get their claws into some shmuck on a lucky streak.  There were no mirrors nearby, but Nic suspected he looked like someone who’d just watched their favourite puppy get run over by a lorry.

“I’m your succubus,” the highly attractive girl said while flashing him a smile that’d give a butterfly diabetes.

“My what?” Nic said.

“Succubus,” the girl repeated.  “The stone you have in your jacket pocket is a succubus tablet—my succubus tablet.  Whoever owns a succubus tablet is master of its succubus.  You own the tablet.  That makes you my master.”

Nic shook his head and took a gulp of his whisky.

Hooker, waitress, showgirl, prankster; as hot as she looked, he really didn’t need this nonsense.

A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day - Out Now!

I'm glad to announce my sixth collection is now out and available to buy.

Amazon link
Excessica link
Smashwords link
(let me know if it's absent from your ebook purveyor of choice and I'll check with my publishers)

Here's the blurb:


Who is the lucky one—the man given sensual pleasure beyond his dreams, or the succubus that ensnares and drains him?

Dangerous and delectable sirens abound in M. E. Hydra’s sixth collection of horror erotica.  Within these pages you’ll find thirteen tales that will tempt, tease, titillate and terrify.  Read and enjoy as dark temptresses weave their seductive webs and draw in their (un)fortunate prey.

In “A Succubus for Saint Patrick’s Day” a down-on-his-luck gambler thinks his fortune has changed when a magical succubus comes to his aid.  A strange agency provides an unusual service in “The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency”.  A researcher has a dangerous and highly sensual encounter with an alien creature in “A Real-Life Goo Girl”.  In “Number 66” an expat searches for an unusual girl in the fleshpots of Bangkok.  An accomplished thief falls prey to a shadowy guardian in “Rogue vs. Lamia”.  A rich man gets the bigger dick he’s always wanted in “Crabs”, only to discover the treatment has some alarming side effects.  And finally, a young man gets a surprise when he tries to rape the wrong victim in “Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist”.

They'll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

I hope you all enjoy it.  Please leave your thoughts in the comments below (or better still leave a review up on Amazon or other places).

A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day previews - 3: Number 66

Here's the third in a series of six previews of the brand new stories in my upcoming collection, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day.  The reason they're all scrunched together rather than spread out a bit more is the sudden cloud of chaos that engulfed my life over the past few months.  I'm currently in a nice new house and things are looking much better, but I'm without an internet connection until a phone line is put in next week.  Thankfully, blogger seems to have a "here's one I prepared earlier" feature so I can queue these previews up over the next couple of days.

That's all boring technical stuff anyway.  Let's go straight to the words instead.  This one's from "Number 66".  In this one there maybe sexy body-to-body massages on an air mattress.  There may also be terror and icky Bad Ends.  You'll find out at the weekend (I hope - I'm going to look very foolish after doing all this if the date gets moved back).

* * *

Harrison took a taxi.  The GI was right; it wasn’t where he’d expected it to be.  Pom Prap Sattru Phai was off the beaten path for the degenerate expat set.  This was where the normal tourists came to take pictures of old Buddhist temples.  Harrison thought the man might have the wrong street.  He arrived there and saw a plain narrow alley.  It was only when he walked down its length he found the massage parlour discreetly tucked away.  The signs and neon lights were as gaudy as any down Soi Cowboy, but positioned in such a way they couldn’t be seen from the main thoroughfare.  Harrison wondered how they did any business hidden away like this.

A shrunken mama met him at the door.

“American?”

“English,” he corrected.

She led him down a stairway festooned with tinsel and flashing pink Christmas lights.  At the bottom he was shown into the infamous fishbowl room.  Fifteen girls sat in three rows of five behind a big glass window in the far wall.  They were dressed in skimpy bikinis and each had a white disc with a number on it attached to their right hip.

And there she was—number 66.

She was impossible to miss.  She was tall, leggy, busty, blonde... totally unlike the other girls sitting behind the glass.  She was clearly a foreigner and Harrison wondered what she was doing here, working as a common hooker amongst the local girls, especially with a body like that.  She was as good as any glamour model Harrison had seen in lads’ mags and those models had the advantage of Photoshop to brush up their appearance.  It made no sense at all.  Why was the girl here when she could be doing the exact same thing for fifty times the price out in the expensive hotels by the airport?  It must be as they said—she was a rich heiress playing around for kicks.  She certainly had an aloof air about her.

The other girls were a much of a muchness.  Harrison saw plenty like them every night in the clubs in Patpong, apart from maybe the girl sitting in the centre of the front row.  She looked a real sweetie. It was something in her eyes and smile.  There was an infectious sense of fun about her.  Her figure wasn’t bad either.  She couldn’t compete with the blonde girl, obviously, but at least she had some curves beneath her bikini top.  Smiling enthusiastically, she beckoned to Harrison, urging him to pick her.

From the disc at her waist he saw she was number 9.  She was the girl both Murray and the GI had recommended.  He could see why.  She looked cute.

Under normal circumstances Harrison might have picked her.  That wasn’t why he was here though.  Number 66 was why he was here and that was the number he whispered into the shrunken madam’s ear.

The madam made eye contact with Number 66 and the blonde girl looked Harrison over.  For a brief horrible moment Harrison thought she might reject him, but instead she gave a curt little nod and got off her chair.  She met Harrison in the corridor outside and took him all the way down to a door at the end.

The room on the other side was a surprise.  When he’d visited establishments like this before, the girl usually led him to a small cramped bathroom with a narrow inflatable lilo squashed up against an equally narrow bath.  The room he walked into was palatial by comparison.  A big jacuzzi bath stood in one corner.  A patterned screen hid the other.  On the floor in the centre was a king-size air mattress.  Even as big as it was there was still space on the floor to walk around it.

Harrison looked at the lush designs of ancient debauchery painted on the tiles covering the walls.  “This is fancier than I was expecting,” he commented.

Number 66 didn’t answer, instead motioning for him to go behind the screen and take his clothes off.

Before he did he asked her for her name.

She smiled and pointed to the white disc attached to her hip.

* * *

Out soon, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales!

A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales - The tales

My newest collection of short stories, A Succubus for Saint Patrick’s Day and other tales, is out (should be out) this weekend (as I may have hinted in previous blog posts).  It features a mixture of previous uncollected Literotica stories, some brand new stories, and a story from one of eXcessica’s collections that people might not have had a chance to read before.

Here’s the full running order—thirteen wickedly dark and sexy tales.

1. A Succubus for Saint Patrick’s Day
2. The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency
3. A Special Tube of Lube
4. A Real-Life Goo Girl
5. Busted Bankster
6. Number 66
7. Rogue vs. Succubus Lamia
8. The First Time
9. Snared, Sucked and Slurped
10. Pussy-Wrapped
11. The Night Doyle Lowry Saw a Terrible Thing and was Sucked into a Quagmire of Sensual Depravity
12. Crabs
13. Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist

A few weird titles as you can see. ;)

So what will you find this time around?

There are plenty of succubi, some obvious and some less obvious.  I’ve also included stories about other monster girls such as slime girls, a sea anemone girl and an unusual take on a lamia.  There are others that slithered out of the black pools of my imagination and have no names.

As for the fetishes, there are the usual leanings towards femdom and Bad Ends.  There are a few sensual massages—one four hands, one body-to-body on an air mattress, one girl-on-girl.  There’s a bit of mixed fighting that owes a lot to the sexy designs of videogame characters.  Some vore (that one was predictable).  Also, one of the stories features an erotic sink, a fetish I haven’t covered before, but does fit in with my style.

And, because I had to let Horror-head have some fun, there’s also a guaranteed erection destroyer.  Have to remind people occasionally that we’re doing horror here, not just the sexy stuff. ;)

There are plenty of returning characters, some that haven’t been seen for a while.  I’m sure some of you will have fun spotting the references to some of my older work.

The stories are weird, they’re wicked, and they’re wicked sexy.  There should be something for everyone here, I hope.

I’ll blog more details when the ebook is out and available to buy.  In the meantime, previews will be continuing for the rest of the week.

A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day previews - 2: Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist

Originally I was going to space out these previews a little more.  The last couple of weeks have been completely mental with a house move and trying to get this finished.  But I did manage to upload the manuscript to eXcessica today, so the new collection, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales, should be out Fri/Sat.

Here's another tease from one of the stories ("Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist").  One of these characters might be familiar...

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 Joe Boyega tracked the woman in the black dress and white fur stole as she walked up Donohoe Road.  She didn’t notice him.  He was just another city kid hanging around a bus stop.  In this environment his dark blue hooded top functioned as effectively as camouflage fatigues in a jungle.

The woman was elegant and sexy.  Class followed her in a tangible cloud.  She breathed it in and out.  She was totally different to the girls on Joe’s street.  They acted like they were gonna be celebrities—pop stars, actresses, models; it didn’t matter—but anyone else could see they were nothing more than low-class skanks.  They didn’t want Joe and he was happy with that.  He didn’t want them either.

Joe wanted the woman in the black dress and white fur stole.

This woman had it... refinement.  She looked like a real star.  Her black hair was cut in an exotic Cleopatra bob that framed a pale, ethereally beautiful face.  Joe had never seen the whole of her face.  She always wore a pair of large fashionable shades that hid most of it whenever she was outside.  To Joe she seemed less a human being than some kind of aloof alien—as perfect as a fine art sculpture—gliding effortlessly through a sprawling morass of humanity.

She was a whore.

He’d figured that out after watching her house for the past month while he pretended to wait for a bus at the stop across the road.  Him staking out her front door had come about by accident.  At one time he used to catch the bus from here to take him up to The Cornish Block, a pub on Whittaker Road, where he’d worked behind the bar.  That hadn’t lasted long.  The owner of The Cornish Block had been dealing drugs out of the back and the feds had bust him, taking down The Cornish Block and Joe’s evening job with it.  It was during his waits for the bus he’d first noticed the sexy girl in black.

It was easy to work out she was a whore.  All the different men coming and going through her front door had been a giveaway.  There were way more than could be explained by an active dating life, and they were of all types and ages ranging from fit young men to silver-hairs with the expanded waistlines brought about by late middle age.  The one thing they shared was money.  They all looked well off, but then everyone looked well off when compared to Joe’s circumstances.

There could have been an innocent explanation—some other business she was providing—but Joe doubted it.  He’d watched men both come and go.  When arriving they’d approached the door in a furtive, sidling manner.  As if they knew they were up to something that wasn’t quite legit in the eyes of society.  It was totally different when they left.  When they walked out of that front door their chests were puffed out as if they’d just successfully negotiated contracts worth millions of pounds.  One time Joe had even glimpsed the woman through the door as she waved her client goodbye.  She’d been dressed in nothing more than frilly black lingerie that had contrasted with her pale white skin.  He’d also been surprised by the number of tattoos covering her exposed flesh.

Then he supposed it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise.  She was a whore after all.

It was that puffed up feeling, like he was worth a million pounds, Joe wanted.  That’s why he’d picked her to be the one.

And because she was a whore.

He reasoned she’d be more used to it.  For her it would be less... traumatic.

Joe paused as he contemplated what he was about to do.

...traumatic.

Shit.  Was he really going to go through with this?

The reptile part of his brain reared up and asserted control.

She was a whore.  She’d be used to this.  It was what men paid her for day in and day out.  He would have paid her too... if he had the money.

He felt bad about it, but he had to pop that damn cherry.  It was driving him fucking insane.

The woman in the black dress walked up a short flight of steps and started to unlock her front door.  Joe glanced to his left and right.  No-one about.  Perfect.  He crossed the road with brisk strides, bounded up the steps, and then bundled her through her front door and closed it behind him all in one smooth movement.

“Don’t cry out,” Joe warned.

He held up a big kitchen knife.  It glinted in the light cast by the streetlamp outside.

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A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales, coming soon!

A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day previews - 1: A Special Tube of Lube

A while back I allowed readers to choose a story from my stockpile to be posted up on the internet.  Of the three choices, one - "A Special Tube of Lube" - remained hidden.  In a few days time you'll all get a chance to read it as it's included in my forthcoming collection, A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day.  If all goes to plan the book should be available to buy on Friday.

In the meantime here's a sexy excerpt to whet the appetite.

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Erica and Eunice took off their woollen jumpers and stepped out of their casual jeans.  Holy fuck, would you look at those bodies, Larry thought.  There was a pair of lingerie models standing in their underwear in his living room.  He’d suspected they’d been dressing down to mask their figures, but he hadn’t expected both to be so jaw-droppingly gorgeous.  They were all legs and soft, smooth, inviting curves.  Had a page from a Victoria’s Secret catalogue come to life in his living room?  They wouldn’t have looked out of place there.  Hell, they’d have probably shown up most of the other girls.  They posed for him, showing off the fantastic curves of their chests and the equally smooth canvasses of their asses.  Erica was wearing skimpy pink underwear with lacy trim.  Eunice had the same, but in devilish flame red.  Both looked hot enough to set the carpet and curtains on fire.

Erica looked at his boxers and motioned for him to take them off.  Larry obliged with a smile.  He hadn’t been totally sure what their visit would entail—how far they’d go—and he’d been too afraid to ask directly, but this, and the strip of condoms he’d seen in Erica’s bag, made him a lot more confident the service he thought they might be offering was the same service he hoped they were offering.

“You joining in?” he asked.  Erica and Eunice had made no move to remove their bras and panties.

“Later,” Erica said.

“It’s better to draw these things out,” Eunice added.  Her words felt like a moist tongue slowly running down his shaft.  Already erect, Larry’s dick twitched in eager anticipation.

Erica patted the surface of the massage table and Larry climbed up and lay on his front.  The surface was surprisingly well-padded and soft.  Comfy.

He felt firm hands on the back of his neck.  Erica gave the meat of his shoulders some experimental squeezes.

“You’re very tense.  Up here is all knotted up,” Erica said.

“Stresses of work,” Larry lied.

Shitty posture while playing too much Call of Duty on his Xbox more like.

“Are you okay with us using massage oil?” Erica asked.

“Sure.”

“Why don’t we use the special cream?” Eunice said.

“What a splendid idea,” Erica said.  “As long as that’s fine with you,” she leaned down to whisper in Larry’s ear.

“Fine with me,” Larry said.  “What’s so special about it?”

“It has aphrodisiac properties,” Erica whispered close enough for her warm breath to tickle against his earlobe.  “Or so they say.”

“We save it for our... special... clients,” Eunice said.  Her hand slid down and lingered against his inner thigh.

“So I’m ‘special’ now then,” Larry grinned.

“You’re young and your belly doesn’t hang over the side of the table.  Trust me, that’s a vast improvement over our usual clientele,” Erica said.

Larry laughed.  “For now,” he said.  “I shouldn’t laugh too much.  That’ll probably be me in twenty years time.”

Working remotely on software while dressed in only a dressing gown and slippers; Xbox; military shooters; playing military shooters under the guise of working remotely on software while dressed in only a dressing gown and slippers—ah, the perils of modern living.

“So this ‘special’ treatment...”  Time to stop pussy-footing about and pop the question.  “Just how far does it go?”

Now Erica was close enough for her soft lips to brush against his ear.  “As far as you want it.”

That sounded like an affirmative.

He jolted as Eunice tickled the underside of his scrotal sac with a long fingernail.

Felt like an affirmative as well.

Both girls giggled.  Through the corner of his eye Larry saw Erica walk away and pull something out of her bag.  He heard a rude sound.  He assumed Erica was squeezing some kind of thick substance out of a tube, but there must be some air caught inside as it came out with a series of burbling squelches that reminded Larry of the lewd sounds of sex organs coming together in the filthier porn flicks.  It was oddly arousing.  Naughty cream for a naughty massage, he thought with a smile.

“This might feel a little cool at first,” Erica warned.

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A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day, out Friday 13th March!

Coming Soon... A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day

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Excerpts and more information to follow this week.