"A Succubus for Social Justice" is out!

The new collection should now be live. Here are some links where you can find it.

Amazon (ebook and print)
Kobo
Barnes & Noble
Apple Books
Google Books
Smashwords

There is an issue with Smashwords at the moment. They were bought by Draft2Digital recently and I have accounts on both. For this book I had to go through D2D rather than upload to Smashwords directly, and it doesn't see the author accounts as the same. The book appears to be up ok, and it's still possible to find the older books by searching directly. I need to get in touch with D2D to properly merge the two accounts.

Also, if you're wondering why the covers are slightly different on some outlets - a strategic titles change was needed to cover up an exposed nipple. D2D wasn't happy with it. :D

There are 9 short stories plus the longer multi-part "A Succubus for Social Justice" story. I broke that into 4 "acts" so I can pretend the book has 13 "stories". Superstition, ah.

Here's the blurb:

Demonic Justice is like Cosmic Justice, just a little less... accurate.

Erotic Horror master M. E. Hydra returns with a seventh sizzling collection of short stories featuring sexy succubi and other monster girls.

“Outcall with a Succubus” sees an overworked politician receive a visit from an amorous guest. A man suffering from anxiety is prescribed an unusual vac-bed treatment in “Shiborito in the Bag”. A group of activists in “A Trial in Vennington” discover a succubus is not quite the instrument of feminist vengeance they hoped for. An arrogant mage in “Mage vs Succubus Slime” learns why it’s important to have a full party after he’s ensnared and drained of his levels by a special slime girl. And finally, “A Succubus for Social Justice” has a succubus used as a tool of assassination, until the wrong target is chosen...

Enjoy these and other dark tales of erotic evil. They’ll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

I hope you enjoy the book. Let me know your thoughts below (and especially if you run into any formatting or buying issues I might have missed).

This is going to be an odd one considering this is a supposedly a "short story collection", but please avoid posting spoilers. It's a bit more than a collection of "standalone" short stories...

Excerpt - Outcall with a Succubus

The new collection A Succubus for Social Justice officially out tomorrow.  It can be pre-ordered in ebook form here and the print version should also go live tomorrow.  Here is an excerpt from another one of the new stories.

This is from "Outcall with a Succubus", which is a direct sequel to the very first Nicole story, "Incall with a Succubus". In this, Nicole provides an outcall rather than incall service. There are also a lot of other shenanigans going on. The viewpoint protagonist isn't aware of them, but hopefully the reader will be able to figure out what's actually going on (you'll understand when you read the whole story). Once again, Nicole isn't being completely truthful...

"Do you have a spare room?" Nicole asked.

He took her to another room two doors down.

"It's in the middle of refurbishment," Newman said.

It would be more accurate to say it was at the beginning of refurbishment, and had been for some time.  It was originally going to be a children's room, but then Geneviève had... died.  Newman still didn't know what he wanted to do with it.  The walls were half painted.  There wasn't even a carpet on the floor.

"Maybe a bit too basic," Newman said.  "Not very comfy."

"No, it's perfect," Nicole said.

She walked in and looked around.

"Hold on," Newman said.  "I think I have an air mattress stored away somewhere.  It'll be better than doing it on the floorboards."

"That won't be necessary," Nicole said.  "I brought some kit with me."

She placed her chic black handbag on the floor and unzipped it.  The first items she removed seemed commonplace enough.  They looked like regular tealight candles.  Nicole placed them around the empty spare room.  What was less regular was how Nicole lit them.  She didn't have any matches or anything like that.  Instead, she just touched the wick with the tip of a long fingernail and it sparked into flame.  One of the advantages of being a hell demon, Newman supposed.

The candles also weren't as regular as they initially appeared.  After being lit, they produced copious amounts of scented pink smoke.  The room started to fill up with a pink haze.  The perfumed smoke also had an effect on Newman.  His head started to feel comfortably warm and fuzzy.  The fumes had a more dramatic effect... downstairs.

"You should take them off," Nicole said, glancing at the tented front of Newman's trousers.  "Before they get uncomfortable."

Yes, that would be a good idea, Newman thought.  His erection was feeling constricted.  He started to take his clothes off.

He paused his undressing when he noticed Nicole take a strange item out of her handbag.  It looked like a black egg made out of glossy black rubber.  Nicole held it in her palm and positioned her hand between her legs.

She turned to Newman.

"You can watch if you like, but I should warn you.  This might look a little strange."

Nicole had already removed her underwear.  She squatted down and pushed the black egg up between the folds of her labia and into her vagina.  Then she held her pose—as stiff as a statue.

A black rubbery bubble emerged from Nicole's vagina, and slowly expanded out between her legs.  It looked like she was blowing up a piece of bubblegum, but with her sex rather than her mouth.  She leaned back and extended her wings as the black something unfurled and rolled out across the floor.  Until, with a soft sigh, Nicole pushed the last of it out.  It lay on the floor, wet and glistening, a strange black cushion about seven or eight feet in diameter.  It seemed to dry and settle until the shape became more distinct.

It looked like she'd given birth to a circular air mattress and Newman had to stifle a giggle at how absurd that sounded.

"I did warn you it would look unusual," Nicole said with a sheepish smile.

"I guess that's why I don't need to fetch the airbed," Newman said.

"It's a special air mattress," Nicole said, "impregnated with succubus magic.  The process to inflate it is a little unusual."

"Definitely unusual," Newman said, "and a little kinky."

"Oh good," Nicole said.  "I was hoping you'd use that word."

She stood up and a pulse of heat radiated from her body.

"I have a little confession to make."

She looked uncharacteristically embarrassed.

"It's difficult to explain as the terms are not exactly analogous, but I'm in the succubus version of in heat."

Read the rest in the full collection, out tomorrow!

Excerpt - Mage vs Succubus Slime

A Succubus for Social Justice is out at the end of the week (and the ebook can be pre-ordered here). To build up the hype, here's an excerpt from another one of the new, collection-exclusive stories.

I was playing around with some litfic conventions with this one (where characters know they are in an RPG and are aware of the stats and game mechanics). I felt that would be a good excuse to depict the classic RPG succubus level drain (albeit from a slime girl with similar powers). However, it might not necessarily be as it appears...

"He's feisty," the pink slime girl said.  "Let's get him up off his feet so he can't do anything."

She gathered up her amorphous body around him and lifted Mage up off the stone floor.  Now he was totally fucked.  His arms and legs kept thrashing ineffectually as he was tipped on his ass and suspended in the blob of pink jelly.  He was stuck like an insect on a water droplet.  The monster's digestive juices were already starting to work on his robes.  The edges were fraying and holes were starting to appear.

Fuck.  That was epic gear.  It was going to cost a fortune to repair.

"Hmpth.  All that undignified thrashing is rather unsightly," the succubus complained.  "Volumphtia, drain his stamina."

"As you wish, Mistress," the pink slime girl said.

She turned back to Mage with a lascivious smile.

"Stamina Drain," she said, her plump lips bunching up in a suggestive pout.

The jelly moved around Mage's body.  It pressed up close and rubbed against his flesh.  It felt like a massage, and not one of those clean sports massages either.  A green glow formed around Mage's body and then flowed up into the slime girl's torso.  Her substantial bust swelled as if she was taking a deep breath, but it was that strange green energy she inhaled into herself.

Mage's green stamina gauge dwindled away to nothing, and—unlike what should happen—stopped replenishing altogether.  It had a more tangible effect on Mage.  Without stamina, he lost the ability to struggle or even move at all.  All he could do was lie limply within the pink jelly.

"Ah, that's better," the slime girl said.  "Now you just lie back and I'll make you comfortable."

She reached over to fluff up a jelly pillow for Mage's head.

This was all... weird, Mage thought.  It did feel surprisingly comfortable, as if he was lying in a warm bath rather than a giant slime monster.

"Let's dissolve away all those annoying clothes so you can be naked like me," the slime girl said.

A giant slime monster filled with acid, Mage thought with discomfort.  The durability on his very expensive epic robes went to zero as they frayed away to nothingness.  His flesh would be next...

The slime girl must have read his mind.

"What, you think I'm going to dissolve you as well," she said.  She looked mortified.  "That would be horrible.  No, my acids only work on dead or inorganic matter like robes and armor."

A slime that only dissolved clothes to make people naked?  What perv had designed this place?

Whatever she'd done with her Stamina Drain, it must have also debuffed his max stamina down to zero, or close to zero, as well.  It was replenishing, but only a little sliver at the bottom of the bar.  Not enough to allow Mage any useful physical actions.

All he had left was his items.  The slime absorbed any magic he tried to cast, but what about magic items.  He had a teleportation stone, but it was just the basic version.  Using it required sacrificing all his unspent experience, and Mage was so close to level 113.  Mage didn't really want to use it unless it was a last resort.

There had to be something he could do.  Come on, think.  Mages could do everything, that was why they were the best class.

The slime girl glanced over to the succubus on the throne.  "Magic drain?" she asked.

"Yes, you can drain his magic," the succubus said.

"Oh yummy," the slime girl said.

She turned back and leaned over Mage.  She stuck her hands into the mass of pink jelly.  Her face twisted in concentration.  "Magic Drain."

The warm jelly was in motion around Mage's body again—caressing, rubbing.  This time a blue glow seeped from Mage's body into the surrounding pink jelly.

His blue magic bar started to decrease at an alarming rate.

Shit.  He needed some MP to activate the teleportation stone.  His last resort was quickly becoming no resort.

He activated his Stone of Teleportation: Basic and said "Home."

Nothing happened.

The slime girl lifted a hand out of the mass and wagged a finger at Mage.

"Ah ah.  No magic allowed while you're inside me," she said.

She sank her hand back into the blob.  More blue energy poured out of Mage's body and seeped into the surrounding pink slime.  The slime girl's big boobs swelled and ebbed as if she was taking deep breaths.  The blue light swirled within the main blob before flowing up into the slime girl's torso.

"Ah, so much."

She accepted it with sighs that sounded suspiciously like orgasmic moans.

The draining process also felt suspiciously pleasurable.  Within the blob, Mage felt he was getting an all-over massage.  One of the naughty ones.  Even the more intimate parts of his body weren't spared.  That, the slime girl's erotic sighs, and the sight of her big naked boobs bouncing right above him triggered a predictable response from his body.  His penis started to lengthen and swell up in erection.

The slime girl noticed and paused her drain.

"I can suck it from there if you want.  It will feel really nice."

A Succubus for Social Justice - Print Version

The upcoming collection, A Succubus for Social Justice, will have a print version.

As much as I hate using Amazon's Kindle Create program (it's shite), I did manage to produce a print manuscript out of it that previewed okay.  Kindle Create is frustratingly annoying to use as it doesn't seem to allow much in the way of formatting (Want to use a different font for "Contents", hahahaha... ugh), so it's pretty much the default template inside.

Despite this it seemed to come out pretty well aside from Amazon's default 9 x 6 being a little bigger than I'm used to in a paperback.

I did order a proof copy to check it out.  That looked okay, so I'll be offering a print version of A Succubus for Social Justice alongside the ebook version.

Unfortunately, Print-on-Demand paperbacks cost a little more than the standard mass-market paperbacks you get in bookshops, so I had to set a price of $15.99 for this one.

The print option is there, though, for people that prefer that.  It doesn't have a pre-order page for some reason, but will go live on the official release date of Nov 14th.

Now that I'm a little bit more comfortable with creating the print versions, I'm planning to go through my back catalogue and make print versions available for the older books (probably with new cover art for the collections).

Available for Pre-Order - "A Succubus for Social Justice and other tales of Erotic Evil"

It's ready...

I've submitted the manuscript to Amazon and the official release date is set for Nov 14th.  You can pre-order it here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FYNHHW32

Here is the blurb:

Demonic Justice is like Cosmic Justice, just a little less... accurate.

Erotic Horror master M. E. Hydra returns with a seventh sizzling collection of short stories featuring sexy succubi and other monster girls.

“Outcall with a Succubus” sees an overworked politician receive a visit from an amorous guest. A man suffering from anxiety is prescribed an unusual vac-bed treatment in “Shiborito in the Bag”. A group of activists in “A Trial in Vennington” discover a succubus is not quite the instrument of feminist vengeance they hoped for. An arrogant mage in “Mage vs Succubus Slime” learns why it’s important to have a full party after he’s ensnared and drained of his levels by a special slime girl. And finally, “A Succubus for Social Justice” has a succubus used as a tool of assassination, until the wrong target is chosen...

Enjoy these and other dark tales of erotic evil. They’ll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

It's a weird book. The central framing story, "A Succubus for Social Justice", is a multi-part novella. Each part is a separate short story of a different protagonist being hunted down by the nameless succubus from the succubus tablet.

However, the other short stories also serve to introduce characters that appear in the central story, or start threads that are continued in later stories. Technically, each functions as a standalone story, but they are all part of a larger story.

That makes the collection somewhere in between a standard short story collection and a classic fix-up novel.

There are some pretty big lore moments, especially in the "A Succubus for Social Justice" stories.  The finale in particular has some surprise connections and hints of connections.

Anyway, two weeks, and then you'll be able to read them yourselves. I'll be teasing with various excerpts over those two weeks to hype things up.

I'm also looking into getting a print version ready for this one. Unfortunately, print versions are usually a little expensive for print-on-demand books (about $20 for a paperback) and the formatting is a lot fiddlier. I'm doing my research and hoping to get that ready to release at the same time. I can't guarantee on that. Creating a manuscript for an ebook is a doddle. Creating a manuscript for a print book is a... headache.

I hope you enjoy the book when it comes out.

"Sandwiched by Stomachs" is out!

I've been inactive for a while, but now it's time to get the ball rolling again.  If you've been enjoying the H-space monster girl bestiary stories I've been posting recently, I have a treat for you.  "Sandwiched by Stomachs" is more of the same weirdness, but over a much longer length and in greater explicit detail.

You can get it for the low, low price of $0.99/£0.99 from:
Amazon
Smashwords
Kobo
(and other retailers through Smashwords)

Here's the blurb:


Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra.  The fifth in the series, “Sandwiched by Stomachs”, sees a man ensnared by the stomachs of a very unusual... and hungry... demon girl.

CPL Maynard Mayo is stationed in the alien dimension known as H-space.  While investigating a cry for help he encounters a predatory monster girl with the unusual ability to evert her stomachs and shape them into sexy female form.  These stomachs lure men into their folds and melt away their resistance with sensual ecstasy.  Can Maynard escape this tempting trap or will he be literally digested alive by sex...?

Sandwiched by.  One dude, two (or three!) sexy babes.  A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...

And the cover:

(Yes, I know need to find a proper cover artist.  Working on it...)

If you've enjoyed the various monster girl shorts I've posted here over the past year, please support my writing and pick up a copy of "Sandwiched by Stomachs" from your ebook retailer of choice (if it isn't at your ebook retailer of choice, let me know and I'll try and fix that.)

As for the H-space monster girl bestiary stories, I'm looking to get that restarted next week (finally!)

Succubus Summoning 201 is out!

The path to becoming a warlock is long, difficult, and—in Phil Rowling’s case—filled with unhealthy amounts of dangerous sex.

After summoning and being dragged off to hell by Verdé and her sexy succubus friends, Phil returns to Wargsnouts College for Warlocks to discover he’s been placed in the fast track Advanced Studies class.  Here students are taught how to control and harness the power of their daemons.  Phil just wants to find out how to stop his succubi from trying to kill him and his fellow students with mind-blowing, soul-draining sex.  On top of this he also has to worry about a callous teacher who doesn’t care how many of his students die, a vengeful student sending an alluring arachne assassin after him to sexually suck him to death, and additional lessons from his own succubus, Cέrμləa, that might just unhinge rather than broaden his mind.

Magic, mayhem, monster girls, and dollops and dollops of weird sex abound as hapless novice warlock Phil Rowling continues his misadventures in succubus summoning.

The new ebook is out!

You can find the digital version at:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
Smashwords
Excessica's own website
and other online ebook retailers.  (If you can't find it at your online ebook retailer of choice, let me know and I'll try and sort it out.)

The print version to come as soon as I get the print manuscript and coverflat done.

(The mini-ebook collection set in between 101 and 201 is also on the way.  That bonus Nurse Honey story I said I'd do ended up clocking in a little longer than I expected at 5,500 words or so.)

I hope you all enjoy it and please spread the word.  If the book does great it will make it harder for my lazy ass to come up with more excuses to put off starting 301. ;)

More Updates on Succubus Summoning 201

I have a release date, and it's soon.  This Friday to be exact.  On the 9th September Succubus Summoning 201 should be available to buy from Amazon and similar places.

I also still suck at deadlines.

I wanted to get everything in so I could sure of the release date and have a nice couple of weeks hyping it up here and on other websites.  As it was I delivered the manuscript 7 hours after the Monday noon deadline, and this for a book where I'd already completed the final chapter two months ago! :)

Thankfully my publisher, Excessica, were still cool with everything and Succubus Summoning 201 should go live at the end of the week.

One thing I want to clear up now before it disappoints readers who might have been expecting to find a lot of new stuff in the ebook version - there are not many extra scenes this time around.  I tried.  I had a plan for a few extra background bits on college life through the eyes of Darvill. I battled with it right up until the morning of the day the book was due, but I couldn't get them to work.

(This is one of the reasons why the manuscript was delivered 7 hours late.)

What I did do is spend a lot of time adding a bit more polish to the chapters.  Some sections were rewritten to be less clunky, a lot of typos were found and fixed, and I changed some of the terminology to be more consistent across the whole book.  It should be a much smoother read now.

It should also be free of some of the weird continuity errors that inevitably happen when a series is spread across five years and the writer forgets or misremembers details.  One of these errors I only managed to spot in my final proofreading check on my kindle.

(This is the other reason why the manuscript was delivered 7 hours late.)

It's Succubus Summoning 201, but it's a much higher quality version of Succubus Summoning 201 (crosses fingers, hopes he didn't miss too many typos...).  I hope you all enjoy it when it comes out at the end of the week.

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).

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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.

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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!

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

Just leaving this here.

Excerpts and more information to follow this week.

Print version of A Succubus for Remembrance out! (finally)

In all the recent chaos I completely missed the print version of A Succubus for Remembrance has gone live.  It can be found on Amazon here.  The curse of slightly different titles strikes again.  I'll see if I can get that fixed so that the kindle and print editions are linked in Amazon's system.

Again sorry for the high price.  That's the downside to Print on Demand.

I'll also repeat the same warning from the ebook version.  The last story will be outside some people's comfort zone.  If you thought "The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency" was a little too dark, treat "Nazi vs. Succubus" as a bonus story for extreme horror fans and give it a wide berth.  The rest should be the usual sexy succubus stuff.  Apart from the skinless people having sex . . . and the giant octopus queen . . . and the weird slug thing summoned up from the bowels of hell . . . and the . . . Okay, so usual might not have been the right word.

Anyway, apologies for making print fans wait a little longer for this one.  I'll try to make sure both ebook and print version come out simultaneously for the next one (which should be here next month if I pull my finger out).

Now I've got to go and order my own author copies for the Shelf That Must Never Be Seen By Others.

A Succubus for Remembrance is unleashed!

Finally, after a few hiccups, my new collection is out:

Think paranormal erotica is only about sparkly vampires and fluffy werewolves?  Think again!  You’re about to enter the bizarre and twisted universe of M.E. Hydra.  His sexy succubi and other assorted femme fatales will give you a wild ride, but be careful they don’t eat you whole in the process.

This, his fifth collection, contains thirteen tales of the darkest erotica.  A terrifying succubus wreaks vengeance on a group of former soldiers in “A Succubus for Remembrance”.  A man is sent by his therapist to an unusual nudist camp in “Iron Girders and Steel Springs”.  Two lovers look to a magical artefact to solve their problems in “The Skinning Knife”.  A sinister mobster engages sexy diabolic help to demonstrate “Ways to Break a Good Man, #1” (and no.2 and 3).  Bizarre and imaginative sex demons abound in a triptych of tales set in the hell-space universe.  Also includes an extra bonus tale, “Nazi vs. Succubus,” for lovers of extreme, no-holds-barred fiction.

Prepare to be surprised, shocked and aroused by these and other tales of fiendish femme fatales.  They'll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

You can pick it up from:

Directly from my publisher, Excessica (variety of formats)

Amazon.com (kindle)

Smashwords (variety of formats)

Barnes & Noble (nook)

and others...

The last tale is a little nasty.  Horror-head got a little carried away and squeezed out a horror-exploitation (I really shouldn't let him watch all those video nasties from the '70s and '80s).  I like to push things as far as I can, but that one might be a little too far for some readers.  The warning is there to steer them away as I don't want it to spoil their enjoyment of the rest of the collection.  (I might be worrying about nothing and it's actually unintentionally hilarious.  It's difficult to tell with these things sometimes.)

I hope you all enjoy it.  If there's any questions or you want to leave feedback, feel free to use the comments below and I'll answer what I can.  And please spread the word - succubi need new willing acolytes! ;)

And now i can finally get back to Phil's adventures...

"A Succubus for Remembrance" Excerpts - A Succubus for Remembrance

And we have a release date!  A Succubus for Remembrance and other tales of Femme Fatales is finished.  I'll be uploading the files tomorrow evening and it should be available from most online bookstores Friday or Saturday.  To whet the appetite here's another excerpt, this time from the title story:

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Greg Holmes was dreaming.  He knew he was dreaming because he was standing beneath the cliffs overlooking Kabul.

He knew it was a dream because he was on the other side of the world to Kabul and nothing—not wild horses, not masked men with guns, not even a direct plea from Her Majesty herself—would make him return to this wretched patch of rock, sand and sun.  It didn’t matter.  A piece of him would always be left here, frozen in time amongst the heat and dust like fossils in the sand.

He was not alone.

A woman stood at the base of the cliff.  As with most women from this part of the world she was covered from head to toe in a black burqa.  In itself that wasn’t an unusual sight.  What was unusual was the level of ornamentation added to her costume.  Exotic designs and symbols were stitched onto cloth usually as plain and black as midnight.  An exotic golden frill hung from the black scarf wrapped around her forehead.  The niqab covering her face was composed of gold and precious stones.  This was attire to attract rather than deflect attention.

And her eyes.  They simmered with sinful desire.

The sun plunged out of the sky and the cloudless blue of midday turned to the deepest indigo of night in a few blinks of an eye.  Time rushed around him as though he was standing in a time-lapsed film.  The only fixed points were him and the girl.

She turned and headed towards the entrance to one of the caves that carved deep holes into the rocky cliff face.  A warm orange glow emanated from within, promising warmth and shelter from the harsh desert night.  The same fires flickered in her eyes as she reached the entrance and glanced over her shoulder back at Greg.

The meaning was clear.  He followed her into the cave.

He was naked now.  So was the girl.  By the soft light of candles he caught glimpses of dusky skin, long lithe limbs, shapely swells of breasts and ass, and then the shadow-painted cleft of the most intimate part of all.

She beckoned him on with an outstretched arm, an exotic wraith painted in swirls of shadow and candlelight.

He stepped towards her, wanting—no, needing!—to put his arms around her and bear her down to the soft earthen floor of the cave.  Needing to feel her warmth between his legs.  Needing like a parched man needs water in the desert to hear her quiet sighs as they lay entwined together.

She opened her eyes and they flared orange like the fires of burning suns.  Like the balls of fire rising up from a city as airplanes rained destruction down on it.

Greg’s desire burned away to fear.

Something terrible with burning eyes awaited him in the darkness of that cave.

Yet he couldn’t stop.  Trembling legs put one foot in front of the other as he was drawn, inexorably, towards her outstretched arms.  Her eyes expanded.  Twin suns grew from tiny spheres the size of marbles into burning stars that filled his entire world.  They became his world and consumed him.  Beneath their scorching glare his body shrivelled to blackened charcoal and blew away like ashes before a bomb blast.

Greg jerked awake with a start.

The fuck?

Greg was not normally a dreamer and never as vivid as that.  He stumbled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to splash water onto his face.

He’d heard some vets complain of Post-Traumatic Stress, but he’d barely seen any action in Afghanistan.

Barely had still been too much.

Frowning, he looked down.  An erection was tenting the front of his underwear and showed no sign of going down.  He supposed part of the dream had been sexual.  He took care of it with his hand and returned to bed.

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A Succubus for Remembrance and other tales of Femme Fatales, out this weekend!

"A Succubus for Remembrance" Excerpts - Ways To Break A Good Man, 3

Still buried in the guts of editing and formatting A Succubus for Remembrance.  Watch this space, soon, etc, etc.

In the meantime here's another excerpt from one of the new stories, "Ways To Break A Good Man, 3":

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DCI Ben Millard noticed the girl with the flame-red hair as he was walking back to the station after lunch.  Or rather, it was her perfume he noticed first—a seductive melange of sensual aromas that surrounded her in a cloud.  The perfume tugged at his nostrils as he walked past, teasing him with fragments of half-remembered erotic exploits.  The scent seemed familiar although he couldn’t place it.  Maybe it was a brand Adrienne used to wear.

Millard pushed thoughts of Adrienne aside.  Not today.

Even though he was single now, Millard didn’t usually look at other women.  Old habits die hard and all that.  This girl was hard to ignore.  She stood beneath a streetlamp about fifty feet from the rear entrance to the station.  Her appearance was as attention-grabbing as her perfume.  Her slim figure was hidden beneath a glossy leather coat that extended down to just above her knees.  A pair of long lithe legs emerged from the hem of the coat and terminated in a stylish pair of black shoes.  Her hands and wrists were covered in a matching pair of black gloves.  Lustrous red hair cascaded down onto her shoulders in waves of shimmering fire.  Millard thought she resembled a starlet from an old ‘70s thriller.  Unusual to see a young woman embrace the old fashions.  Classy.  Most girls today were either aggressively dowdy or ineptly raunchy.

“That’s a bit of alright,” DI Martyn Ward said to him as they passed her and entered the station.

“Bit young for me,” Millard said.

“Never stopped Berlusconi,” Ward said with a wink.

Considering he was a detective chief inspector in one of the largest metropolitan boroughs, Millard’s afternoon was remarkably incident free.  He debriefed the team on the forensics results from the latest murder case.  Case was possibly too strong a word.  One young lad, Joe Turner, had stabbed one of his mates in a petty dispute over a girl.  They had the motive—as feeble as it was—the murder weapon, and both Turner’s fingerprints on the murder weapon and his DNA at the crime scene.  This wasn’t one for the casebook of Sherlock Holmes.

Oh, the young lad would continue to swear black was white even when given irrefutable evidence of his guilt, but it would be enough for a jury.  Millard was sympathetic to the plight of disadvantaged youth, but—god help them—they didn’t half make it harder for themselves.

And that was mostly it for the afternoon.  Millard took advantage of the brief respite to get stuck into his paperwork backlog.  No doubt another alcohol-sodden city-centre weekend would leave him with a full plate of work again when he came back in on Monday.

“Hey boss.”  Ward popped his head around the door as the hands of the clock swept around to five-thirty.  “Looks like we’re all done here.  We’re going to have a poker night over at Chris’s.  You in?”

“Yeah, su—”

Millard pulled a face.  He looked at the phone sitting on his desk.  There was still one item sitting in his in-tray.

“Sorry, Martyn.  Still some work I need to get done.  Maybe next time.”

“Sure, no problem, boss.  Give us a buzz if you change your mind.”

Millard knew Ward was trying to help.  They all were after that . . . business with Adrienne.  The frustrating thing was this time he would have come along . . .

He looked at the phone again.

. . . if there wasn’t something else he had to do.

Millard carried on with his paperwork for another ten minutes or so and then got up to stretch his legs.  He walked over to the window and watched as most of the staff headed out to either their homes or their local watering holes.  He was tempted to say sod it and join them.

He noticed the girl with the flame-red hair was still waiting underneath her streetlamp.  Her arms were folded and she glanced left and right along the road.  She couldn’t be a working girl, could she?  She’d have to be a bit daft to set up a pitch here, not fifty yards from the largest police station in the city.  Poor lass must be waiting for someone.  No doubt they’d be in for an earful when they finally showed up.

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This one has links with another story in the collection and features a returning character from the last collection (Freedom).

Coming soon (providing I don't collapse from overwork :) ) . . .

"A Succubus for Remembrance" - Cover

And we have a cover . . .

I still don't have an exact release date as I'm in the middle of the annoying fiddly formatting stuff at the moment.  It was supposed to be last Friday but has been revised to: 'as soon as I get the annoying fiddly ebook formatting stuff done and upload it.'  This should take place within the next week.  I'll put a post out as soon as it's up.