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Four sizzling hot monster beast erotica stories featuring everything from a horny dinosaur to a lonely tentacle creature. Adults only! Erotica for the adventurous and open-minded!

TAKEN BY THE CHUPACABRA: Helen had planned to lose her virginity on Spring Break and to, finally, let her wild, uninhibited side out to play but a mix-up with the arrangements leaves her out in the middle of nowhere, far from the hot young college girls and boys who are getting their freak on. When she hears a wild story about a supernatural creature that lives in the mountains not far from her resort, she's determined to have a little adventure of her own but what she gets may be a little more than she bargained for.

TEARS OF THE MOON: The King of the Earthly Kingdom is dying. The man who would take the throne must produce a treasure greater than any other which the young fisherman, Metuaro, thinks definitely leaves him out. But an ancient legend told to his father puts him in the running. First, however, he must visit the lair of a tentacled monster, the lonely guardian of an ancient treasure, who has long loved Metuaro from afar. Submitting to the creature's perverse desires will win the fisherman riches beyond his dreams but can Metuaro bring himself to submit? Short sex story of MM romance featuring tentacle sex.

THE PRINCESS AND THE TROLL THIEF: When Iqbar, the troll, is sent into Princess Ilyana’s palace bedchamber to steal a valuable ruby, he discovers something that’s worth more than all the jewels in the world. The sleeping princess’s beauty makes the troll forget everything else, but stopping to dally with her will put his life in danger. Will just one look at her gorgeous body be enough? And, what if she wakes up and catches him? Iqbar fears the king’s punishment, but will his desire overrule his fear?

SACRIFICED TO THE DINOSAUR: When sun-haired Jana is abducted from her tribe and offered in sacrifice to the violent Allosaurus rampaging through the land, she discovers that the huge dinosaur has a very different plan in mind for her. Will chaste Jana finally lose her treasured virginity? And, to whom? Man, or monster?

Tears of the Moon (M/M Gay Romance)

Yay! My first gay romantic erotica is now out! Tears of the Moon is available at Barnes and Noble, Amazon, Smashwords, Google Play and other online booksellers. And you know I had to put my own special spin on it!

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The King of the Earthly Kingdom is dying. The man who would take the throne must produce a treasure greater than any other which the young fisherman, Metuaro, thinks definitely leaves him out. But an ancient legend told to his father puts him in the running. First, however, he must visit the lair of a tentacled monster, the lonely guardian of an ancient treasure, who has long loved Metuaro from afar. Submitting to the creature's perverse desires will win the fisherman riches beyond his dreams but can Metuaro bring himself to submit?

EXCERPT:

Metuaro laughed at his friend’s comeback. His first sexual exploration had been with Tai when they were boys and, even now, they would still sometimes play with each other in a laughing, half-mocking way. Nowadays, they never went as far as they’d gone when they were younger. Tai was always the first to pull back and Metuaro never chided him for this nor complained. He swallowed his disappointment and acted as if it didn’t hurt.
Metuaro didn’t understand his feelings and wondered if they were the result of the shyness he sensed in himself. He’d known Tai since they were both little boys. He was more comfortable with him than with almost anyone else on the island, including his own family. He knew Tai felt the same way but it was Tai who’d first turned his attention to girls. And it was Tai, again, who was the first of them to get married.
Both of Metuaro’s parents constantly nagged him about taking a wife, and his sisters teased him unmercifully over his single status. Was he waiting for Hina, the legendary beauty over whom a long and terrible war had been fought in ancient times, to descend from her present home on the moon and consent to be his bride, his sisters wanted to know. Metuaro laughed along with everybody else. What else could he do? The truth was that he didn’t know, himself. Sometimes he wondered if he kept busy every minute of his waking day because he didn’t like where his thoughts led him in his quiet moments. At those times he’d think that he was waiting but he didn’t know for what. Not for Hina, of course. Metuaro knew he was good-looking, taller than most of the other men on the island, his muscles, lean and sinewy, his stomach, flat and hard. Enough girls had told him how they loved his sparkling brown eyes with their long soft lashes and his perfectly-formed lips, but Metuaro knew he’d be foolish to think his looks alone could tempt Hina down from the moon where she’d retreated after the death of her lover. In any case, he didn’t think it was Hina he was waiting on.
For years now, he’d been having the strangest dream. At first, it hadn’t been very detailed. He was in the sea, in some dark underwater cave, and there was something in the cave with him, something that wasn’t human. He could feel it but he could never see it. All he could see was a single, glistening object, gleaming with pale beauty on the sandy floor of the cave. A Tear of the Moon. But, not just any Tear of the Moon, this was the biggest he’d ever seen, as big as a young coconut but perfectly round. Every time he went to pick it up the dream would end and he’d wake, puzzled and confused.
Then, in the last couple of months, the dream had become more and more detailed and explicit. Longer, too, until in his last dream, his hand had just closed around the Tear’s smoothness when the darkness in the cave cleared and, suddenly, he could see the huge and hideous presence that was in the cave with him. As big as a small mountain, many-eyed and multi-tentacled, the monstrous creature looked like some sort of huge black octopus. Metuaro had gibbered in fright at the shock and whirled to run but then the tentacles had shot out to grip his wrists and ankles.
“The Tear and much more can be yours,” a rumbling voice said inside his head. “For a price.”