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Now in ebook! Monster Whisperer by Nobilis Reed

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ISBN 978-1-61390-173-1
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ISBN 978-1-61390-174-8
80,000 words; 250 pages

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We are so excited to bring you this erotic novel from the mastermind of the Nobilis Erotica podcast, Nobilis Reed. Are tentacles your thing? Keep reading for a hot excerpt from MONSTER WHISPERER.

If there’s something strange with your tentacle monster, who are you going to call? Dale Clearwater: Monster Whisperer. With her own ship and a menagerie of tentacle monsters, she travels from world to world, rehabilitating monsters and training the people who love them. From the amorphous, fluid Kritzoan to the stone-like Nalcheka, Dale embraces the monsters and records her encounters for a reality show that broadcasts to countless worlds. One might think there’s nothing she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do. Still, when she gets a call from her old colleague (and old flame), Dale nearly turns him down. Nearly. Joining him to capture a particularly dangerous monster is part of an adventure that has the potential to change their universe – or lose Dale her monsters, her ship, her show, and everything that she holds dear.
And now, an excerpt from MONSTER WHISPERER:

A woman rose from leaning against the curved railing at one end of the balcony, and walked toward them with a measured stride. She appeared fortyish, with mild creases at the corners of her mouth and on her brow that gave her a permanent look of disapproval, even as she made a professional smile. She was dressed in an informal blouse and shorts, with a pair of hiking boots.

Dale held out her hand. “Miz Ventura.”

“Pleased to meet you, Miz Clearwater. Please, call me Ellen.” She turned to her assistant and dismissed her with a nod. “Thank you, Francis.” The younger woman disappeared into the elevator.

“Thank you. Ellen. Call me Dale. So what’s the problem? Your request didn’t include any details.”

“It’s my Orichalc. It has been rather listless lately. The veterinarian hasn’t found anything medically wrong; she says it must be something psychological. I was hoping you could help.”

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Women on the Edge of Space, edited by Danielle Bodnar & Cecilia Tan

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ISBN  978-1-61390-019-2
20,020 words

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Space is a place that is full of mystery. Traveling through outer space is a journey unlike any other, letting go of the usual sense of place and time and opening up to new possibilities. Just as one may never find the edge of the universe, one can never truly know why she falls in love with certain people; she can only embrace her feelings, or deny them. To map out the course of a human’s sexuality, as making a complete chart of the universe, is futile, for like space, the capacity for love and desire is infinite.

Space is also a place of escape, where one can let go of all her earthly worries and inhibitions and just drift away, allowing the forces of a more mysterious nature overcome. The space opera combines the improbability of science fiction and the impossibility of fantasy, and when the erotic is added to the mix, our desires can find a place even within the farthest reaches of nothingness. Outside of the earthly limitations of prejudice and discrimination, women can claim space for their own, living how they want and loving whomever they choose, exploring their sexuality in ways they never thought possible.

In these four stories, women explore the uncharted trails of human desire as they rocket through space and transcend time and place. They inspire fear and hope in the face of danger and uncertainty, and the thrills of satiating a hunger for intimacy in a strange new world. Women on the Edge of Space features stories by Elizabeth Black, Shanna Germain, Kaysee Renee Robichaud, and Laurel Waterford.

Excerpt from “Adrift”

by Kaysee Renee Robichaud

Love had come frantic and precious and hot. Afterwards, they held each other in the Captain’s bed, woman to woman. Brave explorers spooned, shivering with every passing second.

“It’s not fair,” Lydia Wealty said, turning to crush her Captain’s lean body in a tight embrace. “We’ve only just found each other. This should be thrilling. Why does it feel like a defeat?”

“Because,” Captain Adrianne Furlong replied, running fingers through Lydia’s white blonde curls, “we are defeated.”

The Captain’s quarters were almost romantic bathed in the emergency lighting’s soft glow. Few furnishings, but these were comfortable. The bed linens clung to their sweaty bodies, battling the growing chill.

“There has to be a way,” Lydia said.

“We’ve been over this,” Adrianne replied. “We have three lifeboats. More than enough space for the two of us. The Rapier’s fire lance will likely focus on the Eleemosynary, the larger target. So long as the lifeboats speed in different directions, our chances of escape are not insignificant.”

“Unless it possesses multiple weapon banks,” Lydia said. “Additional offensive systems we’re unaware of. The thing is one big enigma…”

“We know its fire lance cuts deep,” Adrianne said, “and the Eleemosynary cannot survive another encounter.”

“So we sit in our lifeboat coffins,” Lydia said, “and we hope for the best.” The odds were too great and stacked against them.

Fingers glided down Lydia’s back. The Captain was a rugged woman, late forties. She had lost her left breast to a mastectomy. Her torso, throat, and face were dotted with scar tissue reminders of an encounter with an exploding reactor shield. Lydia had memorized each white dot and crescent–these scars lay scattered along the canvas of her body like stars across the tapestry of space. Lydia met the Captain’s hard blue eyes, and something shifted in her gut–pain twinge.

We are defeated. Adrianne’s words sank in, draining Lydia’s will to live or fight.

* * * *

Four hours earlier…

Lydia and Adrianne were going over ore containment reports in the lab when the alien artifact arrived.

“I don’t know what it is, Captain.” Fearless Mark McCreed was the best helmsman Lydia had ever seen, one who had earned his nickname from countless skirmishes. “But it’s big, and it’s coming for us, and it’s very, very old.”

Then, it struck.

Before he vaporized with the rest of the crew in Command and Control, Fearless Mark McCreed had dubbed it Rapier–not because it looked like a fencing foil, but because its fire lance tore through each target with speed and precision.

The alien ship’s lance had fired five times before spiriting away, faster than any vessel in humanity’s extrasolar fleet. Sensors and analysis suggested the thing had departed to recharge, but it had not gone far. The next five attacks would be more than enough to finish the job.

“Who’s operating this Rapier?” Adrianne’s use of McCreed’s descriptor seemed somehow appropriate.

“There are no life signs aboard it,” Lydia said.

“Remotely controlled?”

“No verifiable signals,” Lydia said. “The computer suspects complete automation. Programmed to continue doing exactly what it’s doing until it achieves some kind of victory condition.”

“So, it scours the universe looking for things to kill,” Adrianne said.

“In effect, yes. Something about us makes us The Enemy, and so it attacked.”

* * * *

“We need to compartmentalize,” Adrianne said. “Strip down the third boat’s survival rations to give each of us a fighting chance.”

Lydia nodded. Two boats. One survivor in each. “Also, we should divide the unbroken cool tubes between the boats. We’ve no idea about solar wind effects–”

“Yes, yes. Foodstuff, cool tubes, water rations. And have Elee‘s controller devise a good ration for food dispensing to maximize survival time. There’s no telling how long we’ll be flying apart.”

This struck Lydia hardest. They might not fly long at all, or they might fly longer than any supplies could conceivably permit. Too many unknown variables…”Captain–Adrianne?”



“There’s no time for secrets and things left unspoken, now.”

“Will you,” Lydia laughed though she felt no humor whatsoever. “Will you please call me by name?”

“Pardon me?”

“You haven’t… haven’t said my name since… since your cabin.”

“I’m sorry.” The Captain’s eyes squeezed shut, while tension eased from her face. “I’m sorry, Lydia. I…” There were no explanations, only apology. “We need to do this. It’s our best chance.”

Lydia nodded, though her neck would rather break than acquiesce.

It made rational sense not to put all the eggs in one basket, but her heart knew little of sense. The heart knew only what it wanted, and the heart never wanted to be lonely, it never wanted to break. Especially not after it discovered how empty it had been. Especially not after it had filled that emptiness and sampled wholeness. Not now.

Not now.

* * * *

Two hours earlier…

First, fear arrived like an unwanted guest, shoving its way through the door and into Lydia’s heart. From this came paralyzing terror and then rage. In time, this transformed into a keen desire to live.

These responses were expected, these were rational, these were reasonable.

Then, desire-to-live turned into something else. A longing for company, yearning to fulfill the wish she had locked away long ago.

When the Captain leaned back from the computer’s poor prognosis on the Rapier‘s recharging schedule, Lydia kissed her. It was a surprise to both of them.

Adrianne did not return the kiss. She remained stiff as a mannequin. Lydia eased away, discovering new panic. What would happen now?

She met the Captain’s steady gaze, saw her evaluation. Each second of silence grew denser than the last, adding to the weight between them until it grew too heavy, too much… Then, Adrianne’s hands fought Lydia’s and squeezed. They shivered, but not from the temperature. They trembled as the stones around Adrianne’s heart crumbled–a Captain could not afford to acknowledge heart or warmth while in flight. A Captain needed to concentrate upon the trip if that Captain was to hope for a continuing career. Adrianne had already enjoyed a long career, and in this moment she surrendered her dreams for a future.


Lydia closed the gap between them. Their lips met, soft. Their tongues met, uncertain. The Captain’s face flushed with embarrassment, and this brought heat to Lydia’s cheeks as well.

“You are beautiful,” Adrianne said.

“And you are strong,” Lydia said.

Their tongues turned together now, slipping in and out, a passionate probing. Hands released and drew caressing lines along arms, flanks. Kisses grew fevered, fighting the hopelessness and darkness threatening to snuff them. Touches made heat, a flame they could flutter around like dancing moths.

Blissful tears filled Lydia’s eyes as her mind sang, Why did I wait? Why did I wait? and after the kiss broke, her mouth voiced the mantra as the Captain’s kisses moved along her throat, and the Captain’s fingers unsnapped the jumpsuit and bared the tank top beneath. Nibbles through the clinging material sent shivers through Lydia.

Her hands tugged the Captain’s flight suit open.

Why did I wait?

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Women On The Edge of Space
edited by Danielle Bodnar & Cecilia Tan Outside of the earthly limitations of prejudice and discrimination, women can claim space for their own, living how they want and loving whomever they choose, exploring their sexuality in ways they never thought possible. In these four stories, women explore the uncharted trails of human desire as they rocket through space and transcend time and place. Stories by Elizabeth Black, Shanna Germain, Kaysee Renee Robichaud, and Laurel Waterford.

New book! MakerSex: Erotic Stories of Geeks, Hackers, and DIY Culture

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Ebook ISBN: 978-1-61390-158-8
31,270 words

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Warning: May void the warranty on a stale sex life.

The punks and rebels of Maker culture have arrived to take sex apart and rewire it into thrilling new forms. They know that skill is sexy. They know the heady power of taking things apart just to see the insides. They know how to get what they want.

Whether building makeshift spacecrafts to fly into unknown astronomical phenomena or staying closer to home and breaking orgasm into programmable parts, these characters tamper when they’re not supposed to, kiss plastic, and involve soldering irons in their foreplay. In the process, they fight corruption, choose who and how to love, and create erotic possibilities both playful and profound.

Edited by Annabeth Leong, and featuring stories by Lillian Marguerite, Renata Piper, Moxie Marcus, TS Porter, Eric Del Carlo, and Kelly Rose Pflug-Back.

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The Velderet by Cecilia Tan

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ISBN 9781613900178
69,620 words

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The Velderet is the story of Kobi and Merin, two roomies on the peaceful world of Bellonia, world where “equality” rules. But they each harbor taboo fantasies of BDSM, and when their world is colonized by the warlike Kylar, who worship the gods of dominance and submission, everything changes. Originally serialized in TASTE OF LATEX magazine!

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Mate by Lauren P Burka

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ISBN 9781613900307
19,720 words

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Being a tale of love, pain, sex, relationships, and boring government jobs

Three short stories of erotic science fiction with a BDSM edge. Terry Montiero and d’Schane Grey are techies whose relationship is fueled by their chess game–a power game. Originally published in 1992 as a chapbook, the stories have been unavailable for years until this eBook revival. Fans of m/m will enjoy these characters thoroughly. 

On Wednesday Terry lost at chess.

He sat back in his chair and stared at the game board as it faded away. The program recorded his losing score. Terry didn’t lose often. His console prompted him with several unread mail messages, which he ignored. Removing the headset, Terry blinked as his eyes adjusted and stared about the office.

The C3A building, where Terry worked, was a modern, terraced office a bit smaller than a football field. The lowest and most central area held a fountain, grass, maple trees and a small bit of carefully reconstructed parkland. The walls were lined with the balconied offices of those important enough to merit privacy. High above, the polarized ceiling admitted the glare of the yellow, polluted, northern Virginia summer sky.

As Terry sat in his low-walled cubicle in the center of that glass cavern, he could never have known who was staring down from a curtained window, smiling in triumph, knowing something that Terry did not. The winner need not even be in the building, though the metachess server ran off a C3A machine. Access was easy to arrange from a remote site. Terry’s conqueror could have been at Caltech, for all he knew.

Terry was disturbed. Who on the Net was that good? Was it Daphne? Packing up his things for the day, Terry locked out the console and headed for the underground, deep in thought. Once out of the Classified area, Terry passed few people. On weekday nights the stores were nearly empty. Bored doormen lounged about the hotel entrances. A small pack of young punks clad in tight, old leather and bright new chains had spilled out of the Sense Arcade, daring the security guards to chase them away. One of them, vampire-pale and androgynous, turned and gestured a sexual come-on so blatant that Terry missed his step and walked into a potted plant. Stung by their laughter, and certain they could smell his confusion, Terry hurried down the mass transit entrance.

Metro had finally gotten climate control fixed in the subway. The station was cool and pleasant and smelled only slightly of sulphur. The aseptic walls and crisp advertisements were familiar and reassuring.

Terry’s train whisked out of the station and over the Potomac River. He looked back at the spidery mass of Crystal City, its hotels and DoD offices, restaurants built on expense account dining, and the hulking air-conditioned fortress of the Communication Authority. Terry wondered again about the metachess wizard who had beaten him. If it wasn’t Daphne, could it have been the same person who cracked the Gateway?

Daphne was already home, but scarcely lifted her head from her console when Terry came in.

“How was your day?” he asked.


Terry sighed and went to microwave dinner.

He knew why Daphne was so busy. Hers was the first class to graduate since the phone system disasters of ’12. The Government had been riding the new generation of computer geniuses hard, offering them unlimited loans if only they’d build the talent and discipline to keep the Net in one piece. After Daphne passed this last set of exams, she’d be bound to a civil service job for the next three years. How good a job depended on her GPA. Daphne was brilliant, first in her class, and likely to graduate with all honors.

Sometimes Terry wished she still had the time to love him.

At length Daphne logged out. She tipped her chair back against the wall and tapped her fingers against her knee. Her face was pale and her blonde hair greenish in the fluorescent light.

“I aced Queue Theory,” she said. “One more exam to go.”

“That’s good. I lost a game of metachess.”

She chewed the end of a stylus idly.

“I don’t know who to, either. They left no ID.”

Terry was watching Daphne. It could still be her. She had been known to lie.

“You ate?” he asked.

“Yeah. Ordered a pizza.”

Terry finished dinner and dumped the plate down the recycle bin.

“They’re bringing in the big guns on the Gateway security problem,” he offered. When she was silent, he continued hopefully. “They hired lots of outside consultants and are turning the whole Authority upside-down. All staff have been asked to submit to scan. My turn is tomorrow morning.”

She nodded as if to be polite.

And then, since words were useless, Terry went and knelt and pressed his head against her knee. She was quite still for a long time. He stole a glance upward at her face, and wasn’t sure what bothered him more, his sexual hunger or her indifference.

At last Daphne pushed him away and walked to the closet. Standing, she was taller than he, even in bare feet. Terry scarcely drew a breath as she dropped a handful of stuff on the couch.

“Come here and take your shirt off.”

Terry obeyed. Daphne clasped his wrists in a pair of handcuffs, then, pulling Terry down to his knees, padlocked them to the eye-bolt set in the bottom of the couch. Daphne dropped down to sit in front of him, her denim-clad legs spread wide, and pressed something unyielding against his lips. It was the rubber handle of her whip.

“Eat this,” she ordered.

Terry opened his mouth. Instantly Daphne shoved the whip handle against the back of his throat. He tilted his head and swallowed, feeling the tears drip down his face. He was never really sure what she got out of it, aside from the obvious dominance kick. Maybe that was enough. His own jeans were becoming unbearably tight.

Daphne fucked his mouth a few more times, then pulled the whip out, wiping the handle on Terry’s shirt. Then she stood up.

Terry rested his head against the edge of the couch. No matter how much he begged to be beaten with her three-tailed whip, the moment of terror before it struck was almost too much to bear. After she began, the rising adrenaline rush would wipe out his fear. Now he chewed his lips to keep from asking for mercy. One word and she’d release him, lose interest, and return to her console. And that wasn’t what he really wanted.

The first stroke of the whip bit into his back with the lazy deliberation of a cat at a scratching post. Terry cringed and closed his teeth on the couch. He could smell the oiled length of the whip as it cut the air, then his flesh. Blow followed blow, regular as clockwork. Daphne wasn’t strong, but her whip was nasty artillery. The fire in Terry’s skin consumed doubt and confusion like some live and hungry thing. Terry was getting hard, faster than the stoned feeling was emptying the thoughts out of his brain….

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Mate: And More Stories on the Erotic Edge of SF/Fantasy
Three short stories of erotic science fiction with a BDSM edge. Terry Montiero and d'Schane Grey are techies whose relationship is fueled by their chess game--a power game. Originally published in 1992 as a chapbook, the stories have been unavailable for years until this eBook revival. Fans of m/m will enjoy these characters thoroughly.

New Book: The Circlet Press Steampunk Erotica Bundle

The Circlet Press Steampunk Erotica Bundle
Five full books! Circlet Press's steamiest steampunk works all in one bundle. A discreet brothel staffed by robots. A theatre that enacts your most secret fantasies. A mad scientist whose machines are powered by human arousal. And more. Each of the stylish, sexy, and surprising books here takes Victorian science fiction to delicious new places!

The House of Sable Locks by Elizabeth Schechter
The Innocent’s Progress by Peter Tupper
The Erotofluidic Age by Vinnie Tesla
1901: A Steam Odyssey by Lionel Bramble
Like a Wisp of Steam Edited by J. Blackmore, with stories by Thomas Roche, Vanessa Vaughn, Jason Rubis and Kaysee Renee Robicaud

ISBN: 9781613901571
Price: $26.96
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This bundle is only available until February 15, 2016!

House of Sable Locks

“A powerful, sexy exploration of slavery, submission, and humanity from an author who wields both plot and prose with accuracy and total confidence.”—BDSM Book Reviews

“Elizabeth Schechter fuses diverse genres with such artful subtlety that we barely notice the genius at work before our eyes. Steampunk, erotica, fairytale romance, horror, sci-fi; Schechter does it all so deftly, blends it all so seamlessly, we are left wondering by what weird and wonderful magic such stories are created. “—Big Brain Erotica

The Innocent’s Progress
“Unabashedly badass, and viscerally satisfying. I wish I had written it.”—Amanda Gannon, Adventurotica

“I simply adored this book. It was written with seamless transitions, was fast paced, yet still had the feel of a truly Victorian work of fiction blended with all those lovely little anachronistic details we Steampunks look to see in our literature. I plan to add more of Mr. Tuppers work to my collection in the near future, and I suggest you do the same!”—Talloolah Love, Steampunk Chronicle

“When the characters engage in sex, love-making, or fucking, it’s steamy reading, all puns intended…Tupper’s a damn smart writer, and anyone who dismisses The Innocent’s Progress as just erotica might say The Dark Knight is just a comic book movie.”—Steampunk Scholar

“Peter Tupper’s story…is quite simply the best erotica I’ve ever read.”—Graydancer, author of Nawashi

The Erotofluidic Age
“Utterly perverse…This is really one of the best erotic books I have ever read–it’s funny, engaging, the characters are well-drawn, and the wide variety of sexy times are really, really, really hot.”—Natalie Luhrs, pretty-terrible.com

“A great merry romp of steampunk-era erotic mad science… It takes a deft touch to blend comedy, pornography and science fiction like this.”—Iago Faustus, Eroticmadscience.com

1901: A Steam Odyssey
“The story is infused with such glee and charm…Not only is the premise fresh, but it is superbly executed. There isn’t a false step anywhere. Inventive, imaginative, saucy, naughty; 1901: A Steam Odyssey is all that and more.”—Kathleeen Bradean, Erotica Revealed

“[An] enormously entertaining debut novel.”—Cynthia Ward, Ambling Along the Aqueduct

New book! The Flesh Made Word: Erotic Tales of Writing

silent_shadows_come_cover_iconsizeThe Flesh Made Word: Erotic Tales of Writing
edited by Bernie Mojzes

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$12.95 paperback
ISBN 978-1-61390-123-6 (ebook)
ISBN 978-1-61390-119-9 (paperback)

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Strip away everything external, and the act of writing becomes profoundly physical: writer, writing tool, medium. In this anthology of erotic stories, THE FLESH MADE WORD, editor Bernie Mojzes shows that from that seed grows the deepest intimacy — the hidden self expressed upon a surface, transforming it in the process, naming erotic possibilities.

The tap of typewriter keys on ink-wet ribbons, the tickle of the calligrapher’s brush, the press of fountain-pen nib to flesh. The scent of hot metal molded into text and the shuffle-clank of the printing press. Give yourself over to the sensuality of the words themselves, to the sound and the shape and the taste of them. The expression of ideas intersects with the body in all its physicality; pleasure is never distinct from how we express it.

Ten writers explore the seduction of written language from the sensual to the lewd, from a mysterious woman whose lovers write their stories upon her skin to a playwright who declares to his rival that he does his best writing in whorehouses. A broken typewriter awakens the searing ghosts of desire, and a woman becomes a living scroll of prophecy. Permanent or ephemeral, the lines etched in flesh reveal an astonishing vulnerability, offering both the opportunity for profound insight, and an instinct to hide and dissemble.

The Flesh Made Word features stories by A.C. Wise, A.B. Eyers, Andrea Zanin, Benji Bright, Trish DeVene, Nadine Wilmot, Delilah Bell, Kannan Feng, Sasha Payne, and Sunny Moraine, who show that while the word may indeed transcend the flesh for a time, it always comes back for more.

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Telepaths Don’t Need Safewords by Cecilia Tan

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ISBN 9781885865731
33,820 words

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The book that started it all! The classic, groundbreaking chapbook of BDSM science fiction by Cecilia Tan, originally published in 1992, now available as an ebook! All three stories from the original collection are included, Telepaths Don’t Need Safewords, Cat Scratch Fever, and Heart’s Desire. Kinky, intense erotic love stories mixing bondage & domination with sci-fi/fantasy.

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The Stars Change by Mary Anne Mohanraj

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ISBN 9781613900857
paperback $19.95
ISBN 9781613900840
145,900 words; 296 pages

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On the brink of interstellar war, life (and sex) continues. Humans, aliens, and modified humans gather at the University of All Worlds in search of knowledge… and self-knowledge… but the first bomb has fallen and the fate of this multicultural, multispecies mecca is in question. A thought-provoking work on sexuality and the connections between people–whether male or female, human or alien–The Stars Change is part space opera, part literary mosaic of story, poem, and art.

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The Stars Change: an erotic science fiction novel-in-stories. On a South Asian-settled university planet, tensions are rising, and as they reach the brink of interstellar war, life (and sex) continues. Humans, aliens, and modified humans gather at the University of All Worlds in search of knowledge… and self-knowledge… but the first bomb has fallen and the fate of this multicultural, multispecies mecca is in question. Some people will seek solace in physical contact, some will look for spiritual answers, while others will find their strength in community, family, and love. Some will rush home to make love to their wife. Or wives. Or husbands. Or indeterminate gender human and/or alien partners. Others will be forced to decide where they stand — what is worth fighting for, or maybe even worth dying for.

In The Stars Change, author Mary Anne Mohanraj presents a multi-layered, thought-provoking, and far-reaching work on sexuality and the connections between people–whether male or female, human or alien. The Stars Change is part space opera, part literary mosaic of story, poem, and art.

It is fitting that a book that emphasizes the power of community was funded through Kickstarter. Begun as a project entitled “Demi Monde,” The Stars Change is the result of the money raised by supporters that went to pay for not only the art and illustrations in the book, but the author’s time, allowing her to focus on writing for that crucial interval.

About the Author: Mary Anne Mohanraj is the author of Bodies in Motion, Sri Lankan-American linked stories (HarperCollins), as well as Silence and the Word, The Best of Strange Horizons (ed.), Aqua Erotica (ed.), and The Poet’s Journey (a children’s fantasy picture book). Bodies in Motion was a finalist for the Asian-American Book Awards and has been translated into six languages. Mohanraj received an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship in Prose (2006). Mohanraj lives in Chicago, where she teaches creative writing and post-colonial literature at the University of Illinois; she also taught at the Clarion workshop in 2008. She is a graduate of Clarion West, and holds an MFA and a Ph.D. in creative writing.

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