Author: ErisAdderly

  • Pirates are coming. A lot.

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    A while back I made sort of a State of the Union post here, but as well all know, plans change. So I thought I’d let you in on the new itinerary.I’m about 45,000 words (somewhere in chapter five, for my Literotica buddies) into An Emperor for the Eclipse. What I originally thought would be one [long] book, I’ve now decided to split into three novella-sized parts.

    Why am I doing this? Well, this story is a different beast from what I’ve written before, and while I’ll be debuting it on Literotica to see what everyone thinks, it is destined for Amazon at some point. Bearing that in mind, I had to wonder if new readers will want to take a risk on a 180,000 word novel (I’m just guessing at the length here, who knows) without ever having read anything of mine before. I also thought about those of you who are already so kindly reading and enjoying my stories. This will be different for you, too, in that the plot is much thicker and the erotica, while still in my normal, graphic and dirty style, is more sporadic throughout the narrative than it has been in some of my other stories. So the same goes for everyone: I’m thinking you might want to break off a piece first and see if you like it, and then you can move on to the second and third parts if you’re into it.

    Does this mean I’m moving away from writing erotica? Not really. There’s room for everything, I think. I still love, love, writing a good sex scene. I love trying to top myself, to get creative, to (I’m hoping) make you feel a little of the joy or surprise or fear my characters are feeling. But aside from sweaty rutting and sense-obliterating orgasms, I have so many stories in me. So many. And while sex is often present, and sometimes one of the central themes, quite a few of the ideas I have in the queue deal with so much more.

    There’s my current project, a fantasy world of empires where the characters wrestle with issues of fate, and self-acceptance/discovery. I have a vampire dystopian future I’m excited about that deals with man’s inhumanity to man and the rights of those in power to treat those they consider “dangerous” how they please. There’s a contemporary paranormal piece about a woman who is injured and goes into a coma and is offered a “job” on the Other Side, if she’s willing to die to do it. And the sequel to The Devil’s Luck is a given. And there will be so much sexing in that one, I can’t even tell you.

    Of course there are shorter works of (mostly) pure smut, like the two companion pieces to The Eighth House: a Medusa/Perseus bit of femdom, and an Aphrodite/Hephaistos hotwife thing that should get very interesting. And let us not forget The Carpenter and the Deckhand – I can’t wait to get Ellis George and Winters from The Devil’s Luck into bed. Been ready to write those two for months.

    So what does all this have to do with the price of tea in China? I tell you I’m splitting up Emperor into three parts because I’m still a good 20 scenes out from coming to the end of the first part. I think that might make Book One alone a good eight or nine Lit chapters. So what I’m going to do is come to the end of what I’m thinking of as the current chapter and (briefly, don’t worry) put a pin in it.

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    The reason I am doing this is I’m going to begin revisions and further editing to The Devil’s Luck for a launch on Amazon (and possibly Barnes & Noble, I’m still deciding the route I want to go) in September. The plan is to publish TDL on September 19th. Why? Because it’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day, of course!That’s four months away, and it might seem like a long time, and why would I need so much time to self-pub a story I’ve already written? First, I need to make revisions. Primarily to make the appearances of Rowland Graves come more in line with his backstory which was fleshed out after I wrote TDL. I also need to edit. I feel like I’ve learned a good deal more about writing in the last year, and TDL was only the second thing I ever wrote, so now I look over it and see lots of little rough edges I want to sand down. So that needs to happen. Then comes the logistical stuff: I need to make myself a cover design (I have a vision, people, and it will be swashbuckling and glorious, if I have my way). I need to do my homework on marketing the blasted thing. I need to research some small advertising options. As you can imagine, I want people to see this story, not just put it out and have it fade into oblivion (haha, I think I just jinxed myself there).

    And I tell you know, those of you who’ve signed up for my email will be hearing from me when the revisions are done, offering a first look at version 2.0 in exchange for honest reviews. Because that’s what happens, apparently, when we go to publish. We become whores for reviews, laying down our bodies as offering to the Amazon Algorithm gods in hopes that we please them.

    So I’m giving myself extra time to get this all done. If I finish early, YAY, and I can go back to Emperor: Book One. After that, it’ll probably be some sort of ping-pong between writing the sequel to TDL and finishing the other books of Emperor.

    There you have it! That’s what’s doing in the next few months, at least for me. Conversation is always welcome – I love to hear from you. Hit me up in the comments or say Hi on Facebook, you know I’ll be there.

    ❤ Eris

  • WIP Excerpt: An Emperor for the Eclipse

    So it’s been a good long while since I posted here on the blog. I guess I haven’t had a ton of big news, and part of me just kind of assumes people will be following my more mundane nonsense on Facebook. And where have I been, exactly? Well, you know … writing.

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    An Emperor for the Eclipse is going to be one marathon haul. A fantasy novel longer than The Devil’s Luck and a whole world to invent is a helluva undertaking, at least for me. So far I’m about 35,000 words in (for my Literotica reading friends, it’s the first four Lit chapters). I would say most all of the main characters have made an appearance so far, but we haven’t heard from all of their points of view yet. Yup. It’s going to be that kind of story—you get to be inside lots of different heads. Fun stuff.But, I have managed to get a couple of characters in the sack (finally). It should fall in chapter three of the released story, so yes, you’ll have to wait two chapters before any action, but there was no way to force it sooner and have it be relevant to the plot. Think of this as a fantasy novel that has bonus sex in it, rather than erotica that happens to have a plot.

    So about this sex …  how about an excerpt? For those of you who enjoyed The Eighth House, this couple (one of—gulp—four in this story) marks my return to BDSM. Doxolemy, 47, is the First Chronicler and astrologer to the emperor, and his wife, Janeva, 31, collects and studies Will objects (items that have this story’s version of magic imbued in them). They’ve been married a year and, early on, she confessed to him her desire to submit in the bedroom. It’s still kind of new for him, but he’s finding he enjoys a great deal more than he initially thought he would. So here’s a little bit of Doxolemy and Janeva for now, and please know the writing continues.


    An Emperor for the Eclipse

    Doxolemy and Janeva

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    “Would you care to repeat that? Slave?”

    Her eyes flew open and he grinned despite himself.

    “Master! Master, I’m sorry.”

    “You know,” he said, brushing a thumb over the rim of her ear, “I shouldn’t let you enjoy this at all until you can control what comes out of your mouth.”

    She squirmed. Made her knees wider apart in offering. “Master, please.”

    By the flood, Doxolemy was beginning to think it required more discipline to be the one in control than the other way around. He inhaled the scent of her hair and did his best to rise to the occasion.

    “I should stay just as I am,” he said in tones of calm, feigned spite, “knuckle deep in this pussy of mine, and not move at all.”

    “Oh no, Master.” Her brows had come together in frustration and she arched her back, threatening to break it in half, to urge his touch. Doxolemy tightened his grip in her hair.

    “Slaves don’t have the privilege of saying ‘no’. Another lesson I see you need to learn.” He was enjoying this power play between them entirely too much. “I should let you stay here, bent over like this, and have you recite the entire Table of Hours before I let you feel anything again.”

    The sharp intake of breath at this told him he’d found fitting material with which to work.

    “Yes,” Doxolemy said in agreement with himself, “The Table of Hours. Begin.”

    She said nothing, but blinked and stared at an inkwell sitting in her line of sight, as if confused. Fingers yanked from her body and a palm collided with her backside, three times in rapid succession. A healthy pink glow was blossoming over the vulnerable flesh.

    “Master!”

    “You imagine I jest?” The hand hovered in the air, ready to strike again, if needed. “Begin.”

    Janeva swallowed to wet her throat and began to recite.
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  • New Story: No Monsters in the Snow

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    Hi everyone! I have a new short story for you, live on Literotica in Sci-Fi & Fantasy: No Monsters in the Snow. It’s a quick and dirty romp in a dystopian snowpolcapyse that hits the ground running, and (I hope!) lets your imagination go wild.

    Here’s an excerpt from the opening – I hope you’ll head on over to Lit to read the rest. And of course, you know I love your comments. J

    Enjoy!

    xxoo

    ~Eris


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    No Monsters in the Snow

     

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    The throng of people packed into the airport surged in a panic when I vaulted the rope and bolted for the door. A few grasping hands thrust through the opening, trying to catch hold of my jacket, but none of them were fool enough to follow when the door slammed shut behind me.

    My feet thudded down the ramp so fast I thought I might trip and roll the rest of the way down the defunct jetway in a ball. When the tunnel ended in nothing but blinding white and a wall of cold, I didn’t even pause to process the height. I jumped.

    That wild luck allotted to fools and babies was with me then: the drift piled against the north face of the terminal was substantial enough to break my fall. I thrashed my way upright, no time for reflection or gratitude, and began to wade out into the desolation. The bite of the air in the shade of the building was far worse than anything I’d been able to imagine, but I was committed now. I’d made my choice.

    Running through snow is difficult enough, and growing up in Phoenix hadn’t given me a childhood of winter wonderlands in which to practice. Nor did my gross lack of surface hours after the disaster. Now as I stumbled and flailed my way through knee to waist-high drifts, my lack of experience showed. And worse, it was slowing me down. He was out here. Somewhere. I just needed to find him.

    Muffled yells from the crowd and the softened pounding of fists on the glass windows now overhead came at me still as I floundered my way out into the open. Perhaps they thought to holler some sense into me. That I might hear them and turn back. But we had turned back too many times already. Everyone in that building, myself included, had paid the price of fear.
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    OK, are you into it? Read the rest on Literotica now!

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  • The Darker Side of Love – Now on Amazon!

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    The Darker Side of Love anthology is no longer available, but my story As Flame to Smoke is now available on Amazon in as a stand-alone novella in ebook format, and on Kindle Unlimited.
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    Alright, alright! I’ve been teasing you for long enough! As Flame to Smoke, my second story in an anthology from The Erotic Collective is out:

     

    Now available on Amazon for Kindle for only $0.99 USD!

    The Darker Side of Love


    Lust. Betrayal. Addiction. Murder. Naughty tales both natural and supernatural.

     

    Seven smoking hot, dark erotic stories await you in this boxed set from your favorite Literotica authors. I’ve had the pleasure of previewing a few of them myself and, Oh. My. Goodness. Just get in there. Just do it.

    What’s in store for you in this anthology? I’m glad you asked, my friend. Take a look:


    The Watcher, by Tara Crescent

    Wanting to escape the burdens of her life, Kelly Mitchell attends the sex club her friend Miles St. Clair belongs to. But as the allure of the BDSM club grows, can Kelly withstand the temptation to sink deeper into its clutches?

    Cookin’ Up A Storm, by Anne A. Lois

    Nadya’s birthday gift to Yan had been on his wish list from day one… and on her hard-limits list for just as long. But when the moment of truth comes, will she really be ready?

     

    The Rite, by Jennifer Bene

    Heather isn’t a witch – yet. She’s a woman with a complicated love life and a complicated family who are pushing her to complete the rite that the family has guarded for generations. A rite that will give her unimaginable power at the cost of someone else’s life. All she has to do is choose someone, take them to bed, and curse them to die. 

     

    As Flame to Smoke, by Eris Adderly

    A single priest’s vow of chastity is all that stands between Serah and the dark promise of immortality. Father Kent doesn’t stand a chance.

    Something in Her Eyes, by Justine Hollander

    It was one night of pain and pleasure so many years ago, but it’s haunted both Ben and Margaret ever since. Years pass, and when their paths cross once more, memories of that night ignite fantasies and passions that threaten to lead to obsession – or heartbreak.

    Wide Open, by Alice Schermer

    A girl finds a murder scene, a murder victim and a murderer. All three of them start haunting her dreams. One of them teaches her things she’d never dreamed of. 

     

    What if … ?, by Christine Hart

    What if the life you thought you had, didn’t exist?

    NOTE: This anthology contains many dark and explicit scenes. It is intended for mature readers.

    Sound hot to you? Well you know what to do! 



  • The State of My Union

    I received a lovely anonymous feedback email through Literotica today, which was both heartening and frustrating at the same time. I love hearing from my readers, and of course it fluffed me right up to see praise for my work, and yet I always wish I could thank people for taking the time to comment and when it’s anonymous, of course I can’t.  So to whomever left this in my inbox today, thank you ever so much:

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    That email got me thinking, though. An author friend of mine (Sophie Kisker, whose BDSM novel, An Odyssey of Submission: Finding Home Book One, has just arrived on Amazon), was suggesting to me in a recent email that I should get on with publishing The Devil’s Luck. Add this to some other comments I’ve received about publishing over the past few months, and I thought I’d just put something up on the blog so ya’ll can know where I stand in that regard.

    I do intend to publish. Four Bodies, One Van, No Names, originally on Literotica, and now on Amazon in the anthology The More The Merrier, was me dipping my first toe into the waters. There is, in fact, a plan for my other stuff, I swear.

    Everything that’s currently on Literotica (as of this moment, The Eighth House, The Devil’s Luck, The Fall of Rowland Graves, and The Maid and the Cook) will eventually be published as ebooks on Amazon. I might also do Smashwords and/or AllRomanceEbooks, but I need to investigate their restrictions, as there are scenes of non-consent in The Devil’s Luck, and I know some sites have rules prohibiting that sort of content. When said publishing happens, those stories will probably have to come down from Lit.

    Currently in the works is another short piece, Six of One, (teaser blurb to come!) which is meant for yet another anthology with the wonderful authors of The Erotic Collective. We’re aiming for a February release, so more news to follow on that.

    On the shelf right behind Six of One, is An Emperor for the Eclipse (working title), which I will take up again as soon as I’m done with the other. Emperor is a fantasy novel that I’m sure I’ll put on Lit for all you wonderful people to have the first crack at for free, but it is ultimately meant for publishing. If you know me by now, you know I write a whole story before putting any of it up for public view, rather than releasing chapters as I go, so I can tell you now it’s going to be a few months before you see anything of Emperor. I can only imagine that it’ll be a longer story than The Devil’s Luck by a good deal, and I’ve never written fantasy before where I’ll have to build a world from scratch, so as you can imagine, it’ll take some time.

    That being said, because I know Emperor will be a marathon, I’ll probably take a break or two and write The Carpenter and The Deckhand (a short story about Ellis George and Christopher Winters from The Devil’s Luck), and The Seamstress and The Chandler’s Wife (another short about some very minor characters from TDL, Mrs. Hadley and Mrs. Atwood). Those will also go to live on Lit for a while for your enjoyment while I finish up Emperor.THEN, once Emperor is done and has had some time to simmer on Lit, it’ll be time for the rubber to meet the road. It is my idea that I will then have enough of a back catalog to enable me to publish a number of things in a short span of time, so that anyone who finds me on Amazon will have more than one story to read right away if they discover they like my stuff.

    The future after that? Well, there’s a Devil’s Luck sequel (The Merry Widow) that’s going to happen. We need to spend some time in Benjamin Till’s head, and there are more ship battles and lust in the stateroom that need to happen. Some new characters are coming your way, and things are going to get shaken up!

    pluto-trans-redI really enjoyed the world of mythology, so I’ve planned two companion stories to The Eighth House: not about Hades and Persephone, though the Lord and Lady of the Dead I’m sure will get a mention. These two will be about some other familiar faces in the Greek myths, and like The Eighth House, there’ll be some odd twists on tradition. Those I mean to publish as some sort of Gods and Monsters trilogy, though I’m sure that name is taken.

    Now here I don’t know what order I’m doing things in, but I also have a fairly well-developed dystopian future/vampire/sci-fi novel in the pipeline. And there’s still one of my older ideas that’s been shelved for a while about an early 20th century whorehouse that’s meant to span several decades.

    So believe me when I say: I have lots of good things brewing, and every intention of publishing. But much like our dear Edmund Blackburn (don’t we write ourselves a little bit into all of our characters?), I’ve made a plan and I’m going to stick to it, by crackie! But now you know where I’m headed, and I hope to see you around for the trip there.

    Stay dirty, my friends!

    ~ Eris

  • The Maid and The Cook Chapter Three is Live!

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    Hey there, Pirates! Chapter Three, the final installment of The Maid and The Cook is live on Literotica. This one is twice as long as each of the first two at some 18K words (6 Lit pages), so pop your popcorn, grab a drink, and settle in.

    I had a ton of fun writing this chapter. In part for the cheekiness of some of the love scenes, which really took me back to the flavor of the original scene between Brigit and Bone in Chapter Five of The Devil’s Luck (scene begins about a third of the way down the linked page) when Hannah visits them down in the galley and sees the pair playful and unabashedly enamored of each other. It was that scene that inspired this entire short story: there was so much humor and saucy promise between Brigit and John in that one interaction I knew I wanted to say more about just how these two became an item.

    The other part I enjoyed was the research I got to do to make the story feel real and timely. I now know more about the role of the pudding in English cuisine, and the history of its preparation, than I’ll ever need to know. I also learned a good deal about the art/sport of knife throwing, and quite frankly, I totally want to try it out myself now! Everyone stand well back …

    So here’s a bit of the opening to Chapter Three to get you going, and you can read the rest on Literotica:


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    The thread drew taut again as she raised the needle above the line of her eyes. Brigit tugged at it to make the stitch tight before jabbing through the heavy fabric to start another. Instead of having her help him with the meal today, Bone had set her to sewing pudding bags. She was on her third of the four he wanted.

    She sat on a low stool, the same one the cook had used that first night when he pulled up to feast between her thighs, doing the work he was relieved to give over, under the claim that his fingers were always too large and clumsy for proper needlework. They hadn’t seemed clumsy when they —

    “Ow!”

    Bone’s head swivelled to see what her noise-making was about. “Can I not trust ye to be alone with a pudding bag without hurting yerself, lass?” His tone teased, but his features did hold a hair of concern as he slipped into the pantry.

    “No,” she called after him, pulling the fingertip out of her mouth, “It seems you can’t. Perhaps I’ve pricked my finger to keep myself awake.”

    That was certainly true enough, with all the daydreaming she’d been doing. Brigit assessed the tiny wound and, as it appeared to be no longer bleeding, went back to sewing the sides of the bag together.

    “Whose prick are ye fingering now?” he asked with a grin as he emerged from the storage room with an armful of small jars.

    “Beast.” She shook her head at him and returned his smirk. Brigit was growing to enjoy the salty familiarity that had arisen between her and this cook.

    Familiar, and yet …

    Yes, she thought as she drew the line of stitches along, here was a man who made intimate jests with her, who’d seen more of her body than any one other man, and here she sat knowing hardly anything about him. Perhaps he could be persuaded to talk a bit more today.
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    OK! There’s your appetizer! Head on over to Literotica for the rest, my friends. See you with more news and updates on my next project soon.

    ~ Eris

  • The Maid and The Cook Chapter Two is Live!

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    Chapter Two of The Maid and The Cook is live on Literotica in the Romance Category! If you haven’t read Chapter One, you might want to head there first.

    What does this sunrise have to do with the story? You’ll see. But for now, here’s the opening of Chapter Two:

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    The hold was certainly not a quiet place, not at this late hour and full of snoring sailors, but the maid lying next to him seemed to have little problem falling and staying asleep, despite the noise. John lay on his back, fingers laced together over his belly, awake and trying to ignore the tempting, warm body to his left.

    It was dark in the space where most of the crew hung their hammocks, save for a lone oil lamp which was kept alight so men could rise in the dark, if need be, and not stumble about and disturb their mates. The air was close, as could be expected from a space full of unwashed men, and he was unsatisfied with the notion of bringing the young woman along to bed down there, but there were no other acceptable alternatives.

    The only other woman aboard was surely sleeping in the captain’s stateroom, so there would be no sending Brigit O’Creagh to sleep with her. If he left her to make up a bed in the galley she’d be left alone, and that would never do. He knew there were members of the crew who would sneak into the kitchens with an idea that they were being so very clever, to pilfer a midnight ration, and he wouldn’t leave her in there to be alone for one of them to come blundering in to find something other than the normal fare available for their perusal.

    His sudden protectiveness for the girl made him screw up his face in the dark.

    What is she to ye, John Bone? Ye met her only this morning, and now ye worry about protecting her honour? Who protected her from you?

    The thought made him cringe, but only for a moment. She’d hardly seemed unwilling. In fact her kisses told quite the opposite story. And the way she’d said his name …  Again his breeches were becoming unnecessarily tight. She shifted in her sleep, her back to him, and he fought off the urge to roll onto his side and cover her in greedy hands and pent up lust. That seemed the way to treat a whore and he was beginning to realise he didn’t think of the young Brigit that way. 

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    Ready for the rest? There’s three Lit-pages (some 10K words) of discovery, pirates, and maybe even some romance for you at Literotica. Go check it out! And please do vote and comment on the last page of the story – I always love hearing from you. 🙂 I’ll be submitting Chapter Three on Friday, so you shouldn’t have too long to wait for the conclusion. See you on the ship!

  • The Maid and The Cook Chapter One is Live!

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    Finally! Chapter One of The Maid and The Cook is live on Literotica in the Romance Category!

    Remember where Hannah leaves Brigit in Chapter One of The Devil’s Luck? How’s about I refresh your memory:

    The scowling captain looked back at Graves with a disgusted curl of his lip before returning his eyes to her. He eyed her again from top to bottom in a most unacceptable manner and, by the look on his face, appeared to make a decision. Looking about him for someone or something he did not immediately find, he caught her upper arm in a firm grip.

    “Might I have a word with you, Madam?” he said in a gruff tone that did not sound like a request, “In private?”

    Hannah looked with wide eyes from his hand on her arm and back to the man whose demeanor had become decidedly unpleasant in the span of mere moments. She decided then that she would have a word with this uncouth man, and the sort of word that needn’t be shared with an audience.

    Pretending to ignore the fingers around her arm, she turned to her maid and mustered an unperturbed voice. “Brigit, if you’ll return to our room, please, to wait for our things? I’ll join you again as soon as I’ve spoken with the captain.”

    “As you wish, Ma’am,” the woman moved to obey Hannah’s words, but her normally indifferent eyes now held a hint of concern that said she wasn’t sure whether speaking with the captain alone was such a good idea.

    When her maid had disappeared again into the doorway from which they’d come, the man who still held her arm jerked Hannah’s attention back to the situation at hand.

    Well that’s exactly where Brigit’s story picks up. Here’s a bit of the opener, to whet your appetite:

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    “Brigit, if you’ll return to our room, please, to wait for our things? I’ll join you again as soon as I’ve spoken with the captain.”

    “As you wish, Ma’am.” She moved to obey Mrs Collingwood’s words, though her reluctance to return to the tiny cabin below decks likely showed on her pitted face. Brigit wasn’t sure whether the widow speaking with the captain alone was such a good idea.

    The steps to the lower deck marched away under her feet again as she made her way back to the dark little room. She kept her eyes averted to avoid the considering glances she received from passing sailors as she went, but what she really hoped to avoid seeing was any more of that greasy surgeon.

    She and her employer, the Widow Collingwood of Bristol, had been shown aboard by an oily lizard of a man claiming to be the surgeon aboard The Mourning Dove. Brigit had immediately disliked him, though he’d only said a handful of words in her presence, and she was quite relieved to see the back of him when he’d left her and the widow in their cabin.

    The cabin, she thought, slipping back through its narrow door again, was close and dark, and made the backs of her hands itch just sitting in it. She’d never been on a journey by sea of this length, and the weak glow of an oil lamp fastened to the outer wall did nothing to reassure her that it would be a pleasant trip. Neither did the widow’s company.
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    Ready for it? Head on over to Literotica to read the rest! And if you have comments, please, I love them! Leave them here on the blog or in the comment section of Lit. I usually respond on Lit after every five comments. And I always respond to email feed back. 😉

    Woohoo! I’m so excited! I started this story before The Fall of Rowland Graves, and had to put it on hold while I wrote that one under the Halloween Contest deadline. I’m so happy to share The Maid and The Cook with you now!

  • 7 Free Halloween Stories

    Pumpkins: Quickly, get in everything I eat and drink for the next three months

    Hi all! The Literotica annual Halloween Story Contest is well under way, and there are over 50 entries so far. Now that I’ve read almost all of them, I’d like to pass on a handful of my favorites, for those of you looking for a little fun Halloween reading.

    They come from a variety of categories, and range from quick reads that may not take more than 15 minutes, to full novellas that might take several hours to get through.

    So here they are, in alphabetical order by title:

    Ancient Love At Midnight

    By: jacktar48
    Category: Romance

    “The souls and bodies of old lovers reunite and merge.”

    This is one of the few romantic pieces I enjoyed, and it winds together two strands of a tale set in different times: The Depression Era and modern day. This is a story for those of you who appreciate the idea of eternal love and soul mates, and maybe a little Native American magic.

    Approximate Length: 5000 words/15-30 minutes read

    Dracula’s Daughter

    By: TamLin01
    Category: Erotic Horror

    “Save the men of London from Dracula’s Daughter!”

    Note from the author: “The 1936 film “Dracula’s Daughter,” a sequel to the 1931 movie “Dracula” starring Bela Lugosi, was delayed for years because studio censors would not approve the script. In the end the entire project was rewritten from the bottom up, and the released film bore almost no resemblance to the proposed one. This story adapts the rejected scripts. It’s the author’s sincere hope that at least one movie censor rolls over in his grave at it.”

    I’m a sucker for a period piece, and this is no exception. I love the 30s dialogue, which was done really well, and I just generally enjoyed the classic horror-film feel of this images this story conjured up.

    Approximate Length: 10800 words/40-50 minutes read

    Intruders

    By: patientlee
    Category: Non-Erotic
    “I was fucking terrified.”

    “Author’s Note: This is the true story of the scariest night of my life. It was twenty years ago, and I remember every minute.”

    I can’t say much about this one without spoilers, suffice to say that it both had a sense of humor and had me biting my nails for a bit at the beginning. I was entertained.

    Approximate Length: 2200 words/10 minute read

     

    Naughty in the Kitchen

    By: MSTarot
    Category: Erotic Horror

    “A couple has fun in their kitchen but not everyone enjoys it.”

    Here’s another one that’s hard to describe without spoilers. A gruesome murder has taken place in the kitchen …  does anyone even care? Read it and reserve judgement until you “get it.”

    Approximate Length: 1100 words/5 minute read

    Purely Sinful

    By: Rozalin_0123
    Category: Erotic Horror
    “A detective in Chicago makes a deal with a sexy succubus.”

    There is a lot going on in this story, and rightly so – it is by far the longest of my recommendations here. There’s a gritty crime story, a succubus, angels, demons, and all kinds of other fun. And there’s plenty of sex.

    Approximate Length: 54500 words/3-4 hour read

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    Soul Service, Inc.

    By: CQtRose
    Category: Sci-Fi & Fantasy

    “When you’re just dying to get from here to there.”

    I’m not saying it was aliens, but …  This falls squarely into the sci-fi section of this category, and personally I found this story hilarious. It has a depraved, nutty sense of humor, and some fun Aliens-come-to-earth-on Halloween-night sex. Plus, have you ever heard a hot alien chick banter with her ship’s slutty AI? Well then get in and read this story!

    Approximate Length: 7600 words/25-30 minute read

    Zingara – Being Finn

    By: xelliebabex
    Category: Illustrated

    “Running with the Wolf Clan.”

    This story looks like the beginning of a longer series, but it did hold my interest. Looks like we have some werewolves, some witches, and other supernatural elements, along with some teen romance among a gypsy-type crowd. I’ll be interested to see where this author takes it. Story has a few pictures, but all are SFW.

    Approximate Length: 7600 words/25-30 minute read


    So those are my story picks!

    But, as our good friend LeVar Burton would say, “Don’t take my word for it!” These are just the stories I’ve liked, and my taste might be different than yours. If you want, you can go directly to the contest main page and browse all the titles. Be aware, that the main page only shows title and author name, though, and no category listing. So when you click on a story, be sure to take note of its category once you’ve arrived on its first page, or you might find yourself accidentally reading in a genre that squicks you out! And nobody wants that. Party Foul, yo.

    Last, but not least, if you haven’t yet read The Fall of Rowland Graves (my entry), I’d love for you to check it out! [UPDATE SEPT 9, 2015: This story has been removed from Literotica. You can find information about its future as an ebook here.] It’s around 22K words long, and should take the average reader about an hour and a half to finish. It’s in Erotic Horror, though that’s kind of an eclectic category, so don’t be fooled: my story doesn’t have any large amount of gore like a slasher flick. It’s more like Poe meets O’Henry in 1692, with some sex thrown in for good measure. If you’re a fan of The Devil’s Luck you may just want to see what made our creepy surgeon the monster that he was.

    Hope everyone is having a fun and safe Halloween season! More stories to come!

    ~ Eris

  • Halloween Contest Story Title Reveal

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    The Decline and Fall of Rowland Graves has been removed from Literotica and is available on Amazon as an ebook in as of October 23, 2015. [/icon_box]

     

    Today’s the day! I’m probably blowing this out of proportion, but I’ve been excited to let everyone in on this secret ever since the idea took me by surprise over dinner a few weeks ago. So the story I’m writing (about 11K words into it now) for Literotica’s Halloween Story Contest is …

     
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    The Decline and Fall of Rowland Graves

     
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    picture becomes relevant later, I swear …
    Yes, you heard that right. If you enjoyed The Devil’s Luck, you’re about to find out how a normal young doctor became the monster who menaced Hannah Collingwood on two different continents and a galleon in between. This shorter story takes place in 1692, twenty-four years prior to the events of The Devil’s Luck.
     
    It’s going in the Erotic Horror category on Lit, though I’m sad to say that I’m going to have to go with the altered title, The Fall of Rowland Graves instead of my ideal title above, because Lit has a 35 character limit on story titles.
     
    The first day that story submissions go live for this contest is October 1st, and I’m really trying to get this done in time for that. As soon as it goes live, I’ll post the link, and I sure hope you wonderful readers will go, read it, and vote!
     

    I’m gonna throw you one more excerpt, but it’ll be the last one, because really, anything much further on in the story is going to be wrought with spoilers, so I hope you like it!

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    She smiled up at him, fingertips dusting over his chest, and he twitched within her, his body still shuddering to a stop after his climax.

    “I love you, Rowland.”

    He wanted to collapse every time he heard the words from her.

    “And I love you,” he replied as he always did, brushing her lips in a kiss.

    Their clothing righted again a few moments later, he pulled her back onto his lap and drew his arms around her waist.

    “We’ll tell your father on Friday, yes?” He nuzzled his face into her neck.

    “Mmm. Yes,” she purred back to him, “I can’t bear to wait any longer. We’ll wed in the spring, love?”

    “Of course,” he said, threading his fingers through hers, bringing her knuckles to his lips.

    How or why Fortune had chosen to favour him, he wasn’t sure, but he at least knew one thing for certain. Elinor Barlow loved him. Beyond all reason, Rowland Graves had earned the love of an angel, and his every day and night with her would be a blessing. He would adore her and hold her every one of them.
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    So there it is! Can you believe Mr. Struck By Cupid here is the same villain who skeeved some readers out so much they almost quit reading the story? Just you wait and see what happens!
     
    ~ Eris