New Release: Blissful Surrender

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Blissful Surrender: Running From The Shadow

Shadow of the Leopard

M.C. Fields

An MMA fighter brazenly pursues her reluctant instructor, not realizing he possesses a dark, destructive power.

Justin is a Mixed Martial Arts instructor who has been enlisted by the ruling Mohawk Matriarchs to help protect the most vulnerable women in their community. Since then he has devoted his life to empowering women.

Marie is a free-spirited aircraft mechanic determined to live life to the fullest. And she’s Justin’s student.

Justin is the best martial arts instructor Marie has ever had. He is also the subject of her raunchy sexual fantasies. Unfettered by the traditional roles of women in society, she’s unafraid to show Justin what she wants, but he’s having none of it.

After Justin saves her from being attacked, Marie realizes her feelings go deeper than sexual attraction alone. She knows that Justin is reluctant to have sex with a student but pursues him brazenly nonetheless. But she doesn’t know that Justin is guarded for another reason: he is able to call up the Shadow of the Leopard, a mysterious force that once led him to kill two cops.

As the attraction between them intensifies, Justin is forced to make a decision: keep walking the tightrope he is on, or surrender to Marie and risk putting the school in jeopardy or even worse….

Blissful Surrender is a 31,000-word novella.

Blissful Surrender releases on Tuesday November 27, 2018!

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New Release: Gargoyle’s Embrace

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Gargoyle’s Embrace

Polar Nights #3

Siryn Sueng

The mysteries that are building in the deep snows of Tromsø seem to never end—including how Auren knows a certain incubus, and perhaps the reason why the fae have come so far north…

As the owner of a high-profile exotics bar for the supernatural, Krystalf is used to attention. Being the son of wealthy and powerful parents and a formidable second-tier mage himself, Krystalf is also used to being the target of petty humans looking for a healthy ransom. Luckily, his life in Tromsø, Norway is usually quite peaceful.

Then…the fae arrived. After a brutal attack, Krystalf is left shaken as he witnesses for the first time how powerful they are. And at how helpless he truly is against them.

For the devilishly-handsome Auren, a gargoyle from Cara, Egypt, finding his mate was the last thing on his mind.  He’s been painstakingly hunting the host of fae who attacked his home. That hunt leads him straight to the arms—and heart—of the mysterious mage, Krystalf. Yet, more questions than answers arise once Auren sets foot in Tromsø.  Questions regarding how Auren knows a certain incubus—and perhaps the reason why the fae have come so far north…

Gargoyle’s Embrace is 24,000-word novella.

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New Release: The Drag Queen of the Opera

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The Drag Queen of the Opera

Tales of Monsterotica #5

Justin MacCormack

A Parisian opera house is under siege by a villainous and musical ghost, and the only person that can stop the fiend’s plans is renowned monster-shagger Jonathan Woodcock.

Lights! Stage! Action!

Upon arriving in Paris, Jonathan Woodcock was hoping for a chance to relax from his arduous travels across Europe and put his numerous sexual experiences with the forces of darkness behind him.

But he soon learns that the local opera house is under siege by a villainous and musical ghost, a spectral haunter with plans to steal the limelight all for itself—and it has its eyes set on poor Mr Woodcock!

It seems that Jonathan’s days as an experienced monster-shagger are to be tested once more—but will he be able to evade the lure of the stage and don his sheer silk panties (yes, you read that right, and he looks so good in them!) for the right cause? Or will he be enthralled by the Phantom like so many others before him?

The Drag Queen of the Opera is a 15,000-word novella.

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Tales of Monsterotica Volume One (contains books 1-3)

Bite of the Queerwolf (book 5)

Excerpt: First Watch

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A lover. A serial killer. Both will push her to her limits.

First Watch, an erotic thriller from MW Benjamin, is now available in paperback and ebook.

Here’s a little teaser to whet your appetite.

She got up from the bed and walked to the floor-to-ceiling penthouse window, wrapping the sheet around her naked body as she went. He had excused himself to the bathroom after they made love and she could hear the faucet running from behind the door off the master bedroom. The city spread out underneath her like a spider web filled with fireflies blinking out an SOS that no one would ever respond to. She examined her reflection in the window, and it made her smile. Her hair was mussed in that just fuckedkind of way. She hadn’t seen it like that in years.

The man in the bathroom wasn’t her husband, and she knew she should feel bad about that, even guilty, but she didn’t. In fact, it was just the opposite. They’d only known each other for a few short weeks, but she’d never felt happier in her entire life. She was wealthy beyond comprehension, and it had once meant so much to her. Until she met him, that was. Everything melted away when he smiled at her, like they were the only two people on the planet. What was amazing, and terrifying in its own way, was that she knew he felt the same way. They cared for each other.

Very deeply.

Very truly.

It was love that had brought her to his apartment tonight. Love that had driven her to do things over the course of their relationship that she thought she’d never do in her entire life. He empowered her. She felt strong with him, but vulnerable at the same time. She felt like she could take on the world, but only if he was by her side. He was her rock, a lighthouse in the stormy waters of life. She would do anything for him. He was decades younger but, with him, she felt like age was nothing more than a number.

The water in the bathroom stopped running and the door creaked as it opened slowly. She didn’t even notice. She was deep in thought about the path her life had been set on since meeting such an amazing man. It wasn’t until he came to stand behind her, his naked body against hers, that she realized he was there.

“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it, doll?” he asked her softly. Her husband had tried pet names with her, but she hated them. They made her feel like a child. With him, it was different. They made her feel warm and welcome, loved beyond measure.

“Yes,” she answered, leaning gently back into him, “it is.” They had just finished making love, but she wanted nothing more than to have him pull the sheet away and take her back to bed. From the way he was hardening against her backside, she could tell he was thinking the same thing.

He nuzzled into the nape of her neck, kissing her gently. She could feel heat spreading through her body every time his lips touched her skin. His strong hands wrapped around her waist and slid up her stomach. Those hands alone had made her feel truly alive for the first time in years.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “Always remember that.”

“I will,” she breathed.

He kissed her one last time just under her ear. “Goodnight, doll.”

The last thing she saw were his strong hands pressing a damp rag firmly over her mouth. For an instant, she struggled, the sharp tang of chemicals in her nostrils.

And then there was nothing.

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My morning jog through Washington Park was usually the highlight of my day. There isn’t much that’s more liberating about a good run in the early morning hours right before the sun starts to rise. Out there in the darkness, the mind wanders, gets lost, takes a vacation. The menial day-to-day issues melt away into nothingness. Work-related stress seems like it’s a million miles away. All that exists is you and the world working in perfect synchronicity. The patter of feet on pavement mixes with the calls of the early morning birds that are literally out to get the worm. There aren’t many other people on the paths so early, and it feels like the world belongs to me for just a moment; like it was made just for me. Ridiculous, I know.

During the summer, Wash Park was a really beautiful place to go for a run. Unfortunately, it was mid-October and the summer majesty had faded into the bleakness that always comes with the approaching winter. The temperature had started getting lower over the past couple of weeks, and each breath I took billowed into the air like a cheap imitation of a puff of cigarette smoke. I was happy I brought my jacket along. It was bloody freezing out for a Colorado October morning.

Just when I started feeling the zen of an early morning run, the phone in my jacket pocket began trilling out an obnoxious melody, ripping me from the moment. The ring tone was annoying, but I liked it a lot more than the other options that came on the phone. I pulled it from my pocket without slowing my pace. The picture associated with the number showed me a familiar face, albeit a grumpy one. He wasn’t happy about me snapping a quick picture for such a purpose, but he couldn’t say much once it was done.

“Sarah Thomas,” I answered professionally, exactly how he expected me to. I was a little annoyed by how winded I sounded.

“Hate to interrupt your morning run, Thomas,” the captain apologized, passively commenting on my heavy breathing. His voice was gruff, like a lifelong smoker. To my knowledge, he’d never smoked a single cigarette. “I need you down at Speer and Lawrence immediately.”

There were two different meanings to immediatelyin his dictionary. The first meant: Get there when you can, but I say “immediately” because there’s someone important within earshot. The second meant: You should have been there before I even called.Unfortunately, he was using the second definition this time. That almost always spelled trouble for me, at the very least, if not the whole department.

“On my way,” I told him and ended the call. I was on the opposite side of the park as my car, so I turned off the path and cut through the grass to get back as quickly as possible. Since I was wearing workout clothes instead of something more work appropriate I was going to have to go home first and shower. The captain had been insistent, but he hated poor hygiene in his detectives more than he hated tardiness. He’d forgive me for taking a few extra minutes, so long as I smelled pleasant.

I had started making decent money once I made detective, but I still couldn’t bring myself to let go of my old ’97 Dodge Neon. The deep green paint was flaking in more than a few spots, and there was a massive crack across the windshield, but I’d had it for as long as I could remember. It was as much a part of me as my hair or toenails. I jiggled the handle to get the driver’s side door open and climbed in, firing the engine up with a turn of the key. The radio was tuned to the local top forty station, and something far more electronic than was necessary so early in the morning was blasting out of the speakers. I turned down the music and did a quick illegal U-turn out of my parking space, heading back toward home.

I lived in a small brick house on Downing Avenue on the opposite side of Interstate 25 from the park. It was an old house with enough problems to drive anyone crazy, but this was where people my age lived when they were single and wanting to be close to the social life of Downtown Denver, or at least that’s what I was told. I hadn’t had much time for a social life over the last few years, but I loved that house and I wasn’t planning on leaving. It was more than enough room for me, and if I ever found the time to go on a date and that went well enough to build into a marriage and a family, it would still provide plenty of room. If there was more than one kid, though, they’d probably have to sleep on the porch.

I had a tendency to see further along than men typically did when it came to relationships, though. That’s usually what ruined them. I would analyze what our future would be like together. Some men had habits and traits that I knew I could never live with. Others were so perfect, I couldn’t not picture us together forever. Either way, those visions would slowly tear the relationship to pieces and leave me broken hearted or even more reticent of the next man that came along. When I made detective, I had decided to put a hold on my love life so I could concentrate on work. I hadn’t had a date in almost two years. Sex was even more infrequent. I’ll spare you the depressing details.

I was greeted by modern furniture from IKEA and hardwood floors when I walked through the front door. A couple of knick-knacks and a TV rounded out the ensemble. I didn’t care much for television other than one or two of the classics that would air on Nick at Nite. When you’re a homicide detective, you get to see what an ugly world truly exists outside your front door. It’s nice to be able to escape from that reality into one where murder and crime don’t really exist.

I walked through the master bedroom to the master bath, which was only slightly larger than a walk-in closet. I stripped down to my sports bra and underwear and turned on the hot water. I brushed my teeth while the water got to a comfortable temperature, peeled off the last pieces of clothing, and got into the shower, careful not to get my hair wet. I was in something of a rush, so I was going to have to leave it in the ponytail I had pulled it into before my run.

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Excerpt: All Together Now

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All Together Now is a bundle of smoking-hot stories from Gemma Stone. From rocker chicks to business women to sex bots, this bundle has it all!

Here’s an excerpt from Automatic Lover, a story about a woman encountering a sex bot:

“Hello again, Cindi,” said TOM as she finally activated the robot, bit her lip, and hoped for the best.

“Good evening, TOM,” replied Cindi. “How are you feeling?”

“All the better for seeing you,” grinned TOM. He blinked his eyes and rose from the chair in a very fluid, effortless movement before he crossed the room to stand in front of Cindi. Her eyes followed his and he now stood within touching distance from her.  Already Cindi could smell his musky male aftershave, but she knew that the scent was also as manufactured as the robot itself.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment. I remembered how very beautiful you are and, if anything, you look even more lovely than the image I’ve been storing in my memory bank.”

It sounded corny, but it was just the sort of thing that was going to win Cindi over and she could feel a tingle of anticipation rippling inside her pussy as if TOM had also pressed the right button. Cindi could feel her pulse quicken, and her breathing falter.

“Flatterer,” whispered Cindi, as she began to warm to this new man in her bedroom. Looking at the flush in TOM’s cheeks, she could see he was warming up too.

“May I touch you, Cindi?” breathed TOM, as he raised his arm towards her.

“Yes … please.”

“Your skin is so soft,” said TOM as he placed a white finger on her dark face and traced the outline of her full lips. As he did so, Cindi realised that he felt as warm as a real man as his skin touched hers. Losing herself in the moment, Cindi kissed his finger then flicked it with her tongue as she continued to fall into the two fathomless wells of his emerald-colored eyes.

“May I undress you?”  asked TOM, clearly sensing the intimacy that was developing.

“You may.”

TOM leaned towards Cindi, kissed her cheek and ran his fingers around the back of her neck to release the fitting of her halter-neck top. With a swift, smooth movement, TOM lifted the garment over her head, leaving her standing in just a white lacy bra, a short skirt, and white fishnet tights. She had dressed for the occasion and now there was no going back. Cindi gasped as she felt TOM slip his hand over one of her breasts and squeeze it gently through the gossamer fabric.

“You have beautiful breasts, Cindi,” breathed TOM.

“For your eyes only, tonight, my lover.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is another day.”

“Is that the best I can hope for?”

“Ask me tomorrow,” teased Cindi with an enigmatic smile. “For now, let’s just make some memories tonight.”

“Hello again, Cindi,” said TOM as she finally activated the robot, bit her lip, and hoped for the best.

“Good evening, TOM,” replied Cindi. “How are you feeling?”

“All the better for seeing you,” grinned TOM. He blinked his eyes and rose from the chair in a very fluid, effortless movement before he crossed the room to stand in front of Cindi. Her eyes followed his and he now stood within touching distance from her.  Already Cindi could smell his musky male aftershave, but she knew that the scent was also as manufactured as the robot itself.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment. I remembered how very beautiful you are and, if anything, you look even more lovely than the image I’ve been storing in my memory bank.”

It sounded corny, but it was just the sort of thing that was going to win Cindi over and she could feel a tingle of anticipation rippling inside her pussy as if TOM had also pressed the right button. Cindi could feel her pulse quicken, and her breathing falter.

“Flatterer,” whispered Cindi, as she began to warm to this new man in her bedroom. Looking at the flush in TOM’s cheeks, she could see he was warming up too.

“May I touch you, Cindi?” breathed TOM, as he raised his arm towards her.

“Yes … please.”

“Your skin is so soft,” said TOM as he placed a white finger on her dark face and traced the outline of her full lips. As he did so, Cindi realised that he felt as warm as a real man as his skin touched hers. Losing herself in the moment, Cindi kissed his finger then flicked it with her tongue as she continued to fall into the two fathomless wells of his emerald-colored eyes.

“May I undress you?”  asked TOM, clearly sensing the intimacy that was developing.

“You may.”

TOM leaned towards Cindi, kissed her cheek and ran his fingers around the back of her neck to release the fitting of her halter-neck top. With a swift, smooth movement, TOM lifted the garment over her head, leaving her standing in just a white lacy bra, a short skirt, and white fishnet tights. She had dressed for the occasion and now there was no going back. Cindi gasped as she felt TOM slip his hand over one of her breasts and squeeze it gently through the gossamer fabric.

“You have beautiful breasts, Cindi,” breathed TOM.

“For your eyes only, tonight, my lover.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is another day.”

“Is that the best I can hope for?”

“Ask me tomorrow,” teased Cindi with an enigmatic smile. “For now, let’s just make some memories tonight.”

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New Release: First Watch

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First Watch

The Watch, Book 1

M.W. Benjamin

A killer is loose on the streets of Denver. Detective Sarah Thomas will stop at nothing to catch him, even if it means risking her own life.

A lover. A serial killer. Both will push her to her limits.

A serial killer claims his first victim, and Detective Sarah Thomas throws herself into the investigation. Embroiled in an underground world that pushes her to her physical and emotional limits, it will be more than just her job on the line…

Sarah is a woman in a man’s world. She works daily to make sure she’s taken seriously as a police officer. When Julie Hutchinson, a prominent member of Denver society, is murdered, Sarah takes on the case, eager to catch the killer as fast as possible. When her investigation brings her to Sam Sutherland, a young billionaire and friend of Julie Hutchinson’s, Sarah soon finds herself deep in a world of sexual intrigue that leads her down a road she never expected. When another victim turns up, Sarah must find the killer before she becomes his prey.

Will Sarah be able to find this madman, or will she let her emotions for Sam Sutherland take control and cost her everything?

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