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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iHeart Kelly Love’s new spy story

Kelly Love (still not the Australian fashion designer, but an author in her own right) has released the first in a new series of stories.

Not content with having released Carnal Lust and Carnal Sin, she’s penned a series about female secret agents who get a little more involved with each other than they ought to. 😉

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Special Agent Sandy is keeping a close eye on Gina Norwell, an investigator within the Internal Affairs Division. Sandy’s boss wants to find out why Gina has been spying on him. He needs Sandy to shut her down, or at the very least, distract her.
But Sandy’s attempts get her far closer than she bargained for. After a night in Gina’s bed, she’s no longer certain whose side she’s on.
Can Sandy stick to the mission? Or will Sandy’s feelings destroy everything she’s worked so hard for?”

At .99c for 61 pages, Spy Games is a sweet, thrilling, summer read, featuring F/F love, lust, drugs, and espionage. Sandy has to tread a dangerous path between her paranoid boss and the suspicious, feisty investigator, Gina. Sandy must convince Gina she’s working with, rather than against her. Which of course, she’s not.

I was quickly drawn into the story as Sandy worked her secret agent magic. There are even a few spy tricks, which today’s reader expects to find in every espionage novel. I know I did. And I was surprised by where Sandy hid her secret devices!

Love the idea of a lesbian spy story, Kelly Love, but when are we going to see Stacy Quinn’s final story? I need her HEA. Don’t let me down! 😀

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A reawakening – new novellas emerging

Following the closure of my first-ever publisher, SteameReads, my Bucket List series (six novellas strong) has been looking for a new home.

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In the meantime, I’ve been super-busy, ghostwriting erotic novellas at the rate of two per week. Not all of these disappear into the ether with someone else’s name on, however. A few, only a few, remain mine.

These are the precious stories which, as they take shape, cling to my mind wailing ‘we’re yours, don’t send us away.’

Well, I couldn’t, could I? Not after that.

Such a story is ‘The Progenitors.’

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In such a case, the client gets a simpler version of the (rapidly-expanding) story, something quite different. But at its heart, it contains the same requirements, so the contract is fulfilled. As a bonus, I end up with something quite wonderful, which is a story with the potential for a series.

Born from an original request for a MMF erotic story involving shape-shifting wolves, I tried to find a new angle on this very popular, and much-covered genre.

I hope I’ve done it justice. 🙂

Due for release on June 11th 2015, The Progenitors is the first in the proposed ‘Wolves of New Hampshire’ series.

I’ll be sending out ARCs to my trusted betas soon. If you’re a bona-fide reviewer, and you’d be interested in featuring the story, please let me know in the comments below.

Please note: I’m only permitted to release a limited number of ARCs, and only to publisher-approved reviewers, so I’ll have to be choosy.

Watch this space for more new novellas (I have more!). 😀

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.

What IS IT with sex?

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I don’t know if it’s just me, or if anyone else can relate to the unfairness of sex. I spent last night in the pleasant company of two bisexual guys and we all had a great deal of fun – three ways.

This experience was partly research for a new short story idea, and partly to ease an ache to be filled (you know what I mean, right ladies?). No-one can say that I’m not committed to my art. 😀

I wanted to get the low-down on how guys fuck (each other) and I was surprised by a couple of things that I thought I knew – but clearly didn’t!

At some point during their demonstration I found that I was so turned on by their fucking that I couldn’t help but gravitate towards the bed – and found myself getting fully involved with both of them.

Anyway, to get to the point, I was appalled to find that an hour or after having had a thoroughly pleasant time with these guys (and reaching the point where I had to wheeze ‘stop – please!’) that I retained no sensation of the evening’s activities at all.

Nothing. Even the warm glow in my tummy had faded.

Sure, this morning my thighs and my butt cheeks ached (I was trying to be uncharacteristically flexible in order to try out ALL the positions), but if last night had been a drunken haze, then this morning I could NOT have been certain that anything other than some light gymnastics or some over-enthusiastic dancing had taken place.

What the hell?  Where’s the lasting afterglow?  Where’s the week-long ‘ahhhh’ that should follow sex? It’s as if my body has just shrugged and said ‘right, now let’s get on with the day.’

What am I doing wrong?  Am I being too vanilla  (Hello…threesome?  Bi-guys in all three…ahem…too much info)?

No, I’m sorry, it’s just not good enough.  Mother Nature, I want a word with you! I want a memento of last night’s undignified hammering where I got nailed…um…damn it, I can’t even remember how many times!

*sigh*

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STOP PRESS; I was showering a couple of hours later and realised that my nipples were unusually tender from the rough treatment they’d received.

BIG DEAL! I could’ve gotten the same sensation from jogging round the park in a cheap bra…

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This week’s Six Sentence Sunday is from the upcoming 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.

She indicates the largest, softest bed in the store…

“I just love this bed,” she said,  “and I wondered how it would feel to share it with you – when we get our own place.”

“Our own – ?”  My question trailed off into a dry croak. 

“Are we going to have to move?”  I was crushed. 

I’d grown to love the big house;  wandering around its vast space, naked or clothed, I’d experienced a freedom that had been akin to childhood memories, when cares were few and quickly forgotten.

“Move?  Nah,” Amber grinned, then she frowned.  “You don’t want to move out, do you?”

“Course not.” My eyes stung with relief.  “Never…I love…that house.”  

I’d nearly said ‘I love you’ but that suddenly felt awkward.

All right, that was more than six…but I soooo wanted you to get the full flavour of the love between Amber and Lucy.

Forgive me?

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