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Welcome to an exciting erotic fantasy serial! Incubus Tales by Hushicho takes us into the world of Dhiar, an Incubus in the infamous underground city of Noctemberg where Dhiar is proprietor of a very special shop, and sensuality is his stock in trade.

46th Night – Universe Tripping

“I come from a city on the water,” Dhiar explained, his voice sweet and lingering on the air, vibrating lightly in the ears. “Tall and short buildings, stone paths all around, winding between the buildings and neighbourhoods. So many trees. The grandest trees dwarf all the buildings, making huge canopies. Their arms stretch out, as if they were our guardians. They may well be.”

Adoric’s eyes were wide. He lifted his arms as the Incubus slipped his shirt off after his turtleneck. The man’s body felt warm and soft, with the light hairs all over the chest and down to the navel. He eased back to the bed, atop the mattress, and Dhiar all but draped over him like a personal blanket.

“There are cathedrals of tea and dance halls where a solid column of water lets you fly without leaving it. The music pulses through your body and moves you even if you stand still. You can close your eyes and float for ever.”

The first mate’s eyes closed. Dhiar worked his trousers down.

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Call for Submissions: For Science!: Erotic Stories of Mad Science and Mad Scientists
edited by Vinnie Tesla (author of The Erotofluidic Age)

Deadline: July 2, 2012

Payment: $25

How to submit: Send plain text, .rtf, or .doc to forscience@vinnietesla.com

I am now accepting submissions for a Circlet Press anthology of erotic stories about mad science and mad scientists.

The mad scientist is a trope that’s thick with cliches, of course. Your mission is to puncture, shatter, subvert, invert, or pervert as many of these as you can get your hands on.

This is an erotic anthology, and all stories must be sexually explicit. However, I want a range of tones in the stories I pick–tragic, poetic, comic, etc… I’m particularly prejudiced in favor of humor, but humor that compliments a hot and involving story. Pieces that are simply funny, I will reject, though sadly.

Most of all, I want you to surprise me. Here are a few thoughts to get you started exploring.

* Traditional mad science stories have involved a solitary practitioner, perhaps with an assistant. But that’s a very nineteenth-century model. What would corporate mad science look like? Academic mad science?
* What are some under-explored specializations? Mad ergonomics? Mad linguistics? Mad economics? (assuming you can think of something madder than a credit-default swap)
* Maybe all our science is mad. What would a sane scientist look like, then? Certainly she’d be called mad often enough…
* Many mad scientist stories (including my own) have gotten much of their erotic charge from the image of a sweet young thing ravished by an unnatural monster. Does identifying the monster need to be so straightforward, though?
* If the mad scientist is a personality type, they must have appeared throughout history. What were they up to in imperial China or pre-Columbian Mesoamerica?

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Call for submissions: Silent Shadows Come (ninjas!)

Deadline: July 31, 2012

The first rule of ninjas is: You don’t talk about ninjas.

Ninjas, or shinobi, are by definition mysterious and hard to define. Few historical accounts exist, and many are considered to be rooted in myth or legend. Some legends say that ninjas could fly, shapeshift, walk on water, or summon animals. Others say they could control the elements, perform magic, or turn invisible. Forget vampires — when a mysterious dark figure appears at the bedroom window, what if it’s a ninja? Delve into the eroticism and mystery of a mythic figure living under his or her own rules, apart from polite society and destined to inhabit the shadows. For this anthology, we want to read your take on the ninja, whether you want to stick to what few facts exist (ninjas were historically spies, assassins, and saboteurs, trained to blend in using disguises and stealth) or explore the more fantastical mythology. What were ninjas really like? Are they gone, or are they still around today? How would a ninja approach romance, sensuality, and pleasure?

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Call for submissions: Under Cover of Darkness (villains!)

Deadline: Aug. 15 2012.

Every rebel has his or her galactic dictator. The gallant young gentleman has his moustache-twirling railroad binder (not to mention the sweet thing tied to the tracks). The cheeky highwayman and the corrupt sheriff. For every good guy we root for, there’s a villain. And some of us have always found the villains sexier than the heroes. How many villains are really evil–and how many are just trying to change the status quo, a la Doctor Horrible? Maybe they’re just misunderstood. Or maybe they are evil, but hey, there’s always someone getting gooshy for the bad boy, even if it’s just for one night. Or maybe one knight. We’re looking for stories that show every dichotomy has TWO sides, and it’s time for the attractions and enticements on the villain’s side to be examined. Circlet Press welcomes sex-positive stories of all sexualities and preferences.

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Welcome to Fox Pass, Texas, a small community where the people are friendly and the mythical creatures aren’t so mythical after all. Capricious by Julie Cox follows the adventures of satyr Luke and his fellow myth-folk in a town that borders a whole lot more than Mexico. (Do you need to start at chapter 1?)
Chapter 6
There was little time for chupacabra hunting during the week. Luke was up before dawn, as he normally was, to feed and water the animals, gather the eggs, milk the goats, check on a broody hen, weed the vegetable garden, spray the peach trees, and make note of the thousand little chores that needed to be done. The list rattled through his head on his way to work. Fix the fence posts that were rotting off at the bottom. Get the bees out of the shed—after building a beehive for them to go into. Take down the dead bois d’arc. Get the deadwood out of the trees near the house. Trim the goats’ hooves. Treat the chickens for lice and mites. Get more diatomaceous earth to deworm the chickens. Deworm the goats. Take the dogs in for their shots. Dogs….

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Welcome to an exciting erotic fantasy serial! Incubus Tales by Hushicho takes us into the world of Dhiar, an Incubus in the infamous underground city of Noctemberg where Dhiar is proprietor of a very special shop, and sensuality is his stock in trade.

45th Night – Meteor

“So what’s your hometown like?”

“You’d like it,” Dhiar answered, leaning against Adoric under the stars, on the deck. The chill in the air and the sea spray had driven all the rest of the passengers inside. “It’s on the water.”

“Really! Actually I’m from a landlocked place.” The first mate exhaled a cloud of smoke that drifted out around his head like a halo. “I always wanted to see the sea, sail the oceans. I read all the stories about Sindbad and you know…all of his adventures, his ordeals…”

The Incubus turned his head to kiss softly at the place where the man’s ear met his cheek. He lowered his voice, deep and intimate. “And have you had adventures and ordeals like Sindbad?”

Adoric’s cheeks reddened, and a shiver ran down his back. “A few.”

“Tell me.”

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Chocolatiers of the High Winds
by H.B. Kurtzwilde
ISBN: 978-1-61390-049-9
Word Count: 122,000
List Price: $6.99

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This gay steampunk romance follows the globe-trotting adventures of young Mayport Titus, the sole scion of the Titus Chocolate fortune. Mayport’s father, an adventurer and entrepreneur, established the intercontinental chocolate trade using sugar from India, cacao from South America, and a factory in New Amsterdam, before he and his wife were lost when their airship went down over the ocean and left Mayport orphaned. Now determined to make his own way in the world, Mayport attempts to resurrect his father’s old airship, The Dutch Process, with the help of Thiervy, an intimate school friend who happens to be both a pilot and an engineer. Together Mayport and Thiervy not only rebuild the ship, and revolutionize the moribund chocolate industry, they bring a new way of doing things to the world.

But their partnership will be tested. Love between men is not sanctioned in society, punishable by death for airshipmen, and kept behind closed doors in the genteel Confederate society that they enter when centering their new business in the American South. And both men are haunted by their fathers’ legacies of madness and violence. What sacrifices will Mayport make to protect those he loves? And what will he find when he finally flies his ship to that worn spot on his father’s old wooden globe?

Chocolatiers of the High Winds is a rollicking romance in classic adventuring style, punctuated with passion and sweetened with chocolate. The ebook edition collects all 50 chapters of the web serial that ran on circlet.com from 2010-2011, and also includes one bonus chapter featuring a new erotic scene between Mayport and Thiervy… and more chocolate!

H.B Kurtzwilde lives in the wet, sticky, mosquito-ridden depths of Florida. When not busily avoiding alligators, he scribbles out futuristic and paranormal fiction, as if this is any way for a grown person to behave. His works include Phoberia, Guide to Survival, and Sea Turtle Inn, among others. Drop by his Livejournal or his personal blog at hbkurtzwilde.circlet.com to say hello, or to make a donation in support of his artistic efforts.

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Welcome to Fox Pass, Texas, a small community where the people are friendly and the mythical creatures aren’t so mythical after all. Capricious by Julie Cox follows the adventures of satyr Luke and his fellow myth-folk in a town that borders a whole lot more than Mexico. (Do you need to start at chapter 1?)
Chapter 5

Sunday night was council night. Luke didn’t normally go, and Orson usually sat in the back and said nothing, arms folded across his round chest. Tonight, Luke, Orson, and Sally took the front row.

Council night in Fox Pass, Texas, was a sight to behold. It appeared to the human eye to be any ordinary city council meeting, though heavily attended and held quite more often than any other. The eyes of a magical creature saw things differently.

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Welcome to an exciting erotic fantasy serial! Incubus Tales by Hushicho takes us into the world of Dhiar, an Incubus in the infamous underground city of Noctemberg where Dhiar is proprietor of a very special shop, and sensuality is his stock in trade.

44th Night – Wild Run

“I’m only doing my job, you understand,” Adoric slowly drew in the tobacco smoke into his mouth and throat, and then it filtered out his nose, curling in on itself as he breathed out.

Dhiar held up a hand when offered one of the man’s cigarettes, from a silver case engraved with sirens all over it. “Oh no, I couldn’t. You’re going to need all of them you can get. So,” he rolled onto his side. “Your job involves rolls in the hay, as it were, with passengers?”

The first mate rolled to face Dhiar, stroking his cheek with rough fingertips. A man’s fingertips who had done so much work with his hands. “Only special ones.”

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Welcome to Fox Pass, Texas, a small community where the people are friendly and the mythical creatures aren’t so mythical after all. Capricious by Julie Cox follows the adventures of satyr Luke and his fellow myth-folk in a town that borders a whole lot more than Mexico. (Do you need to start at chapter 1?)
Chapter 4

Luke watched the sky lighten and the world wake up. When the goats were bleating and the kids playing, he got into the cab of his truck and drove to Wilson’s house. There hadn’t been so much as a coyote all night.

He stomped the dust off his boots before giving a perfunctory knock on the frame of the door and letting himself in. He stopped halfway through the doorway. Sally was on the couch with her mother, sobbing. Wilson stood behind them, awkwardly patting Sally’s shoulder. He looked up at Luke and waved him in.

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