“The Erotic Tales of Bucephalus” tells the story of a beast who experiences sexuality through a man’s body inside a spectral hotel lost in time. Alexander the Great’s mighty steed, Bucephalus, dies in battle near the River Hydaspes within the Persian Empire. Banners gambol on the horizon and witches drink the blood of the dead, smearing gore upon their naked bodies, as the warhorse’s vision fades into death.
In an eerie hotel room, Bucephalus awakens in a human body with an insatiable sex drive. From the shadows, a phantasm appears with wings sprouting from a nebulous head and a shimmering body of starless fire. Morpheus, the deliverer of dreams, sends Bucephalus on an erotic journey through a time-shifting netherworld with each dream offering sexual transgressions both sensual yet depraved.
Haunted by an elusive room-hopping nymph, Bucephalus struggles with his beastly nature by indulging in licentious encounters with the hotel’s occupants: an unnamed pythoness who adores oral copulation, three masked lesbians in a voyeuristic sex party, two alluring sirens wielding straight razors and shibari knots, a macabre priestess gang-banged by loyal sycophants, and an unforgiving dominatrix’s Arab strap training day.
From a decadent orgy in a sixteenth-century Italian ballroom to an evocative sex-magic ritual in the jungles of Siam, Bucephalus explores the limits of eroticism, diving into a turbulent world of sexual corruption and self-reflection.
Hi, I’m Libby, owner of a gift shop called Magick & Mayhem and a simple, boring life. That’s why my self-absorbed aunt thought I could just drop everything and come running when she needed help. At least, that’s what I thought happened. Until I discovered a woman appearing in my dreams was real and there too. Maybe magic and mayhem wasn’t a novelty after all. Could this woman help me find the power to step into my dreams and save the woman crying out to me for help? Is that even possible? Am I destined to find a tribe and maybe even love in this magical world? Or should I call myself crazy and go back to my simple life?
Are you like me? Is there nothing in your life that turned out the way you thought it would? Well, I decided it was time to get mine on track, and the best time and place to do that would be a vacation to a remote cabin in East Tennessee. I thought remote meant that I would be alone, for the soul-searching and planning. Unexpected guests, visions, and dreams, took me back to past lives- instead of forward to my future. Now it’s all up to me. Am I ready?
I needed a getaway- it was just supposed to be a hike in the Smoky Mountains. I didn’t plan on discovering the old lady, with the gifts, waiting for me. I thought I was level-headed, grounded, and even serious. I would think the excursion through a world of dreams I never imagined existed was just that- a dream. But here I stand, with a crystal heart in my hand, wondering if I can possibly fulfill the promise I made that day on the mountain.
“A spiritual/philosophical mystery about reclaiming your ATTENTION from the distractions of the modern technological world.”
Returning home to Mendocino, CA, Adam Sheppard has a chance encounter with a mysterious woman, only to later realize that she is a long-forgotten childhood friend. The coincidence of their reunion only deepens as Adam discovers she has come back to town due to a recurring dream, eerily similar to his own.
Forever and for Always, a sweet, spicy, funny novella. After an incident when she was an eighteen year old high school senior, Jenny Bennet has denied herself love. Tired of watching her go through life all alone, her best friend introduces her to a witch whose talent is bringing soulmates together – without informing Jenny of her abilities first. Now Jenny’s hiding out in her house until the fated deadline passes, determined not to go outside or do anything else for the next twenty-four hours that could put her in the path of her potential soulmate, but what’s a girl to do when the police are knocking at her door and the sun’s still shining in the sky?
My name is Gabrielle, but Madame de Villeneuve thinks I’m a girl called Suzanne. Nobody believes I’m really who I say I am. I guess I’m partly to blame. After all, I did sign a stranger’s name to my committal forms when I entered this rehabilitation centre. I’m not actually addicted to anything—not sex, not drugs, not even rock and roll.
So what’s kept me here? It’s a long story, and you probably wouldn’t believe it even if I told you—especially the part about the monkey butlers. How does an innocent young woman end up bound to a hospital bed in the bowels of a Victorian manor house? I’ll tell you if you really want to know… but I’m not sure you do.
This is a story about seven kisses: some forceful, some sweet, and every one impossible to forget. Seven kisses that started with my stay at Loindici Manor. Seven kisses that would change my life forever.
A novel from award-winning author Giselle Renarde.
“Dear Abby” the letters begin, and Abigail has to answer each and every one with hokey travel advice that promotes her company’s package tours. Sure, she gets to experience a dozen all-inclusive resorts every year, but there’s only so much pina coladas and pool-side hamburgers a girl can stand.
So when a beautiful woman begins to pay Abby more than the standard amount of attention, Abby takes notice. After all, a nice vacation affair is just what she might need to liven up her trip. But then things start to get weird. A creepy black mark has appeared on Abby’s palm, Abby’s new lover is growing unusually possessive, and Abby… Abby can’t seem to be able to have sex enough.
And it is great sex. But it’s also just so weird. And sort of unearthly.
Abby’s lover is named after a goddess, but she couldn’t really be one… could she?
Sunspots follows the healing journey of a young woman thrown into the horror of losing a spouse. It is a story of loss and redemption and the ghosts that haunt our lives and our houses. A love story, a romance, and a mystery of sorts, Sunspots, is above all an exploration into the psyche and emotional arc of the MC and it follows no formula.
“One can never be, and should never be, smug about life,” says Aurora Goldberg. An aspiring New York actress who has never realized her dreams, Aurora keeps herself afloat by doing odd temp jobs where her rich fantasy life helps her get through the day. Aurora sees the world through the lens of characters in literature and film and these fictionalizations are woven into her interpretation of reality. On one of her temp assignments she meets Jake Stein, a man who could “charm the skin off a snake” and she decides to follow her destiny as his wife in Austin, Texas. But Jake’s sudden death after two short years disintegrates her world and Aurora must reevaluate her life and let go of a love that has become an obsession.
Sunspots takes the reader on a journey of high emotion as Aurora uncovers Jake’s secret life and her own internal conflicts as she matures to self-awareness. Narrated by Aurora, the novel’s tone vacillates from irreverent humor to solemnity as she relates her previous life with Jake and her present challenges. The title refers to the solar maximum which became the backdrop for Aurora’s conception when her hippy parents went to Canada to observe the Aurora Borealis. In name and in spirit, Aurora is connected to the observable and unobservable energy around us.
With the help of friends, family, and the ghost of Viola Parker (her home’s original owner), Aurora accepts her fate and the secrets revealed about Jake’s true character. She realizes that in this life she will finally break the cycle of pain caused by her love for this man, Jake Stein, through the centuries.
Embedded in the novel is the question of the afterlife and paranormal events abound. The incidents are left vague enough so the reader is not certain if they are external events witnessed by Aurora or exist only in her own mind. My approach to the extraordinary has always been with keen interest and skepticism. Just as we cannot see unaided that at the quantum level solid objects consist of vast spaces and swirling particles, so too, we define our human existence with only our limited five senses, three dimensional orientation, and our perceived space/time continuum. So then, what can one say with any certainty is reality?