New release! My male Succubus has arrived.

You’re probably wondering about the headline already. For those of you who aren’t sure, a female soul collector is a Succubus, whilst a male collector is normally an Incubus.

Oops, I was naughty, and mixed things up a bit. I used a tiny bit of artistic licence, because while Sam Driver has been sent back from Hell as an Incubus to collect womens souls during the process of seduction, his intitial attempts fell short of his Demon-master’s standards.

However, he proved fairly successful at collecting male life-energy, discovering his talent during a wild threesome. His Demon offered him a chance to prove his worth and Sam, being an open minded sort, decided ‘why not?’ So he was reclassified as a male Succubus.

Soul Collector‘ is a paranormal fantasy, largely M/M, but with a bisexual touch.

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Samuel Driver died in 1973, a fairly successful career criminal and modest bad guy. He quickly landed in Hell, but his refusal to accept an eternity of suffering brings him to the attention of Asmodeus, a three-headed demon, who recognises Sam’s potential and proposes a deal. Asmodeus offers Sam special shape-shifting powers, to be used in the seduction of women on Earth. Sam must bring them sexual pleasure and Asmodeus will watch closely, ready to suck away part of the women’s life energy during the throes of passion.

Sam accepts the proposal, but finds the task more difficult than anticipated, failing to acquire any energy at all during his first week on Earth. Asmodeus is less than impressed and threatens to return Sam to Hell if he fails again. But before he sends Sam away, he concedes that Sam would have had some success at seducing men, if only he hadn’t sabotaged his own efforts. Men, it seems, release double the sexual energy of women.

Armed with this knowledge, Sam changes tack and successfully beds and seduces two men in the same afternoon, draining them both and earning himself the unique title of Male Succubus, seducer of men.  

Soul Collector‘ is the third of my new stories and part one of the ‘Memoirs’ series. Watch this space for more of Sam Driver’s adventures!

Oh, and you may want to peek at my other stories, ‘The Progenitors‘ and ‘Half-Breed,’ both part ones. ❤

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Warning – You may experience ‘A Risk of Showers!’

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It’s release day!

My first M/M novella, ‘A Risk of Showers’ has finally been aired!

For those of you who tend to steer clear of M/M stories, I’ll catch up with you when the next Bucket List story is ready to be released. TBL5 (Stage Fright) has just been completed and sent off to SteameReads today, so it shouldn’t be long.

Meanwhile, A Risk of Showers, the first (hopefully) in a series of ‘Action Station’ stories is now available from the happily-named ‘Spunk Books‘, brother site to SteameReads and a site dedicated entirely to M/M stories.

If you’re so inclined, please browse this new store and see what’s available. The titles are hot, Hot, HOT! The range will continue to grow with time, but I’m proud to count my story amongst the early titles.

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Annie

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This weeks Six (sorry, seven) Sentence Sunday is an extract from ‘The Bucket List (Part One)’.

Amber has volunteered her BFF Lucy into playing the ‘Kitty’ at an adult toys party – which means that Lucy gets to have all the toys demonstrated on her.

At this point in the story, a large strap-on dildo has been pulled from the demonstrator’s suitcase and a rather shy young woman called Honey has been volunteered to be on the receiving end of the toy.

A dozen women watch as Amber fits the dildo to Lucy, who takes up the story;

Within thirty seconds, the strap-on was fixed around my waist; the heavy testicles swinging between my legs, their weight feeling very peculiar.

“What’s you favourite position, Honey?” Amber asked.

“Ah…it’s usually missionary,” she said quietly. “But that’s with a man…” 

Her eyes glanced up and down my body and I knew that she felt uncomfortable at the idea of having a near-naked woman hovering over her.

“So, doggy-style, then,” Amber smiled, but Honey shook her head as she seemed to reach a decision. 

She lay back on the carpet, sliding her skirt up over her thighs to expose her neatly-trimmed pussy, which by this time was glistening with moisture.

“No, not doggy style,” she said, then smiled nervously, “Kitty style…I trust you.”

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‘Read more of ‘The Bucket List (Part One)’ – at Amazon.co.uk. and Amazon.com.

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This week’s Six (and a bit) Sentence Sunday is an extract from ‘The Bucket List (Part One)’ – now available from Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Lucy is standing before a dozen women at an adult toys party.  She’s just had a new type of discreet vibrator inserted into her and a mischievous woman called Sandy now has the remote control in her hand.  After teasing poor Lucy for a few moments, she decides to try out a particular mode on the remote;

Sandy pressed her thumb to one of the buttons and strong, rippling pulses throbbed up through my pussy, making me gasp.

It felt as if something was sliding up inside me, buzzing as it went.

With each rising pulse, I found myself lifting up onto my toes, almost as if my body was instinctively trying to avoid the intrusion.

The next button she pressed added to the sensation, except that this time, the rising pulse was followed by a descending one;  I imagined the tiny vibrator sliding up inside me, then slipping back down again.

It felt like… the next best thing to being fucked without having to spread my legs.

“Ooo… leave it there for a moment, Sandy,” Amber cooed as her hand caressed my upper thigh. “I think she likes that.”

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SSS from TBL2

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This week’s Six Sentence Sunday is from the upcoming (fingers crossed) novella and second Bucket List story, ‘Caught.’

Amber has lured her BFF Lucy to the bed section of a large department store. It’s late in the evening, and no-one appears to be around.  Amber sashays up to me (Lucy), smiles and then…

Her large soft lips pressed against mine. 

In a moment, she was devouring me, her eager mouth engulfing mine, lifting me away from the cares of this world and into a weightless dreamy oblivion. 

I sank into bliss and tiny moans crept from my throat – until I remembered where we were and broke the kiss. 

“Amber, we’re in the middle of a department store.  The place is closing.  We’ll get locked in…”

“Not such a bad thing,” Amber cooed, taking hold of my chin to turn my head back towards her.

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Annie

Really, really put my foot in it this week!

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I wanted to begin today’s blog post by telling you a little more about myself, but then I realised that after having changed my on-line name twice to avoid

A)    Perverts and Spammers and

B)     being noticed (again) by my work colleagues and bosses

that telling you personal stuff would be kind of self-defeating.  I’d love to share a little more about me with my friendly followers – it’s beginning to feel like a family here – but I’m risking being exposed (not THAT kind of exposure!) to those who would mock, ridicule and generally hand me my notice.

So instead I’ll tell you a little more about what I do when I’m not rambling away on my blog.

I’ve been very lucky to be found by Steam eReads, an Australian publisher who specialises in erotic stories.  However, most of my writing income is still generated by ghostwriting – those short stories that are created in a whirl of inspiration, then sent off into the electronic abyss never to be heard from again.  It’s a little sad – rather like fostering children who never write home once they’ve left.  That’s why Steam eReads has become a little like a literary anchor to me.  My name is on the cover of the book that I wrote and they’ve been nice enough to allow me a say in the cover and the final editing.

Ghostwriting is my bread and butter for now, though.  So I continue to trawl for work, fend off those who can’t read what I specialise in (No, I DON’T do web design – where did it say that on my resumee??) and hum and haw over offers of $15 for 10,000 word ‘short’ stories.  Do I really need the work that badly?

But this week I put my foot in it.  I was asked if I could produce a 6k short story with a gay element – featuring two or more participants.  Erotica, I thought.  I can do that.  I can do gay erotica.  After all, my BFF characters Amber and Lucy are always ‘at it.’

I accepted the challenge – and was shocked when the outline arrived.  I’d naturally assumed (as you may have) that I would be writing about two (or more) girlfriends.

Nope.

The contractor wanted guy-guy stuff.

Aw, shoot.

Pun not intended.

I credit myself with a pretty good set of imagination neurons, but this was off the beaten track, even for me.  Yes, I have a gay friend.  I might even have two (I must ask him if he is – just to be sure).  But this will take some ‘getting inside the head’ stuff.

The alternative is turning down dollars that I can really use.

*sighs*.

Time to start following more gay (guy) blogs?

Definitely time to start checking the job descriptions more closely.

Any advice, guys and girls?

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SSS from TBL1 :)

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This weeks Six Sentence Sunday teaser is from my forthcoming novella ‘The Bucket List (Part One) – due for release on March 1st.

Mischevious Amber has volunteered her shy BFF Lucy as the demonstration model at an Adult toys party.  At this point in the story, a large black vibrator has been sprayed with ‘Cat on Heat’ – a stimulant that reacts with vaginal secretions to produce heat and provide Lucy with a more realistic sensation of penetration.  We pick up the story as Amber is slipping the treated vibrator past her friend’s wet lips…

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The heated rod that was the black dildo filled me slowly, stretching me and sending pulsing waves of heat through my entire body. 

My eyes fluttered closed and the black Adonis that was fucking me filled my mind’s eye, white teeth smiling gently down on my flushed face. 

He thrust again, filling me until I thought I would burst from the pressure of his massive cock, the swollen head forcing its way past my clenching muscles, rubbing them again and again until they burned with red heat. 

His deep, dark eyes gazed down at me as he shifted his hips back and forth, filling me with his gorgeous, hot cock and I let loose a long, deep groan of appreciation. 

I lifted my legs for him, my heels seeking his back to draw his beautiful shaft deeper into me  but my feet found only empty air. 

The fantasy shattered – my eyes snapped open, revealing an eager circle of impressed women all staring at my wanton body; my exposed wet pussy, now stuffed full of black latex. 

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Annie