Scandalous
Published by: SinCyr Publishing
Publication date: November 20th 2021
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Prepare to be scandalized… in the best possible way.

Religion gets re-interpreted, rock stars find new ways to make music backstage, politicians thrive on punishment, and a young teacher gets an unexpected legacy from the father he never met. There are startling consequences to a scientific experiment, exhibitionism indoors and outdoors, and a high-profile dominatrix remembering her notorious past during a lockdown.

Stories by Kristan X, Elizabeth Coldwell, Sprocket J. Rydyr, Jordan Monroe, Eve Ray, Louise Kane, Elliot Sawyer, Dilo Keith, Colton Aalto, Zak Jane Keir, Allison Armstrong, and Ralph Greco, Jr.

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SNEAK PEEK:

A FEW MINOR SIDE EFFECTS
By Kristan X

The Xenadocin Trials were carried out over the course of two years in the early 1990s. Back then, Broad River University had a strong reputation for experimental drug development, with a number of high-profile successes. Records of the Xenadocin Trials are, however, extremely difficult to come by, even in the university’s own archives. Urban legend has it that the researchers involved shredded much of their work when the story hit the newspapers.

The facts of the case as they are generally known are quite simple. Xenadocin was intended as a preventative therapeutic for a range of conditions, primarily heart failure. However, the drug had a number of unintended side effects – side effects which are aptly described by one participant in this personal account from a post-trial interview:

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I didn’t notice anything at all until about an hour after the first dose, at which point the effects came on rather strongly. The most overwhelming impression I had was of… well… arousal. One minute everything was normal, and the next I felt this incredible rush of desire. Suddenly it felt as though if I wasn’t able to get off in the next few minutes I might just die from frustration. It really was that immediate and that urgent.

It did shock me, somewhat. I remember sitting there, sweating profusely. There was a nurse who was taking my observations – a very pretty nurse with a button nose and a streak of pink in her hair. I could smell her, and having her body that close to me, all warm and soft and feminine… it was almost too much to bear.

I did whatever I could to distract myself. I counted to a hundred, and then backwards down to zero. I imagined the most unappealing things I could to try and switch off that arousal… but it just wouldn’t go. I was rock hard, and even shifting in my seat was enough to kind of… well… stimulate me.

Pretty soon it was almost out of control. I had to excuse myself and go to the men’s room and… well… deal with the situation there. It didn’t take long, I can tell you. As a matter of fact, I barely had to touch myself before I was done – that’s how turned-on I was.

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Unshackled
Cara Dee
Publication date: November 19th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance, Suspense

In the wake of the bloodiest war the Sons of Munster had seen in a long time, we were supposed to celebrate our victory and move on with our lives. I wanted to see my brothers-in-arms dance and drink way too much. I wanted to hear laughter and Irish music. Instead, we were a syndicate crushed by grief.

Shannon O’Shea had lost more than most, and every fiber of my being screamed for me to pull him from the depths of his despair. As the father of my best friend, he’d been there for me when my parents kicked me out for being gay. Now it was my turn. I had to find the answers. I had to rescue him.

The day he asked for a favor and demanded discretion, the plan unfolded before my eyes, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. No names, no faces. He wouldn’t know it was me in the darkness. At the same time, the shackles around my wrists tightened as old enemies reemerged from the gutters of my city, and my brothers and I were once again on the warpath.

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EXCERPT:

Seventeen minutes later, I returned to my own place a changed man. A deaf man.

I rubbed my ear and tossed my keys on the hallway table.

Shan was sitting on the couch, sipping a drink. Vodka, judging by the bottle on the coffee table.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked.

He glanced over at me, and the languidness of his movements told me everything I needed to know. He’d been at it for a while.

I removed the bottle and returned it to the cabinet.

“I need a favor,” he muttered. “I…I can’t ask sober.”

I frowned and sat down next to him. How bad could it be? Our guys in the syndicate turned to me for favors all the time. With my position, I was more connected than the boss himself, ’cause Finn had to stay clean. He couldn’t get his hands dirty for nothing.

“Whatever you need, sir. You know that.”

He nodded with a dip of his chin, then finished his drink and set the glass on the table. “You’ve set men up with mistresses and girlfriends before.”

Shite.

I’d been waiting for this, yet I hadn’t expected it so soon.

“Aye.” I eyed him carefully. His pain was as evident as usual.

But maybe it wasn’t so soon after all. It’d been over a year since Grace had died.

“Do you want me to arrange something for you?” I asked. “I can get it done in a couple of hours.”

He swallowed hard. “I miss human touch, but I don’t wanna see anyone.”

I felt my forehead crease. I could relate to the yearning, but I wasn’t sure if he was talking literally about the last part. “You mean you don’t want a relationship, or you want it anonymous?”

“Both,” he rasped. Then he cleared his throat. “I’m not looking for intimacy. Just physical. No faces, no names, no talking, no off-the-books apartment, nothing social.”

I nodded slowly, the alternatives appearing in my head—or disappearing, one by one. I wanted to say intimacy was exactly what he needed, but it was his choice. There were still options.

“That leaves you with massage parlors and fetish clubs,” I answered.

“It has to be dark,” he insisted. “Pitch black.”

Okay. He really didn’t wanna risk seeing a face. Fine, I could work with that. A certain underground club came to mind, and it was run by a friend of Colm’s. Aside from the main club being an essential location for our drug trade, it had an upstairs area with a VIP section, a hallway full of private booths, and a couple rooms with viewing windows for live porn.

“Any other preferences?” I asked. “I reckon you don’t care if she’s a blonde or a redhead in the dark, but body type? Age? You want her screened and on birth control so you can go without rubbers? You care about safewords? You want a subservient little thing or a bossy—”

“Jesus,” he muttered and rubbed his temples. “It suddenly feels too complicated. And at the risk of making it worse, I’d prefer a man.”

Fuck my life. Fuck my life hard.

Author Bio:

—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.

Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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