Diahanna Aurora Hampton is here to tell us about Find Me At The Disco, romance, action.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Find Me At The Disco
Diahanna Aurora Hampton
Publication date: January 8th 2026
Genres: Action, Romance
New York, 1977. Liza Collins is struggling to reconcile her relationship with her father, Will, after a lifetime of secrets and betrayal. Upon graduating from boarding school in London, Liza returns to her hometown of New York City seeking answers about her childhood that Will has largely left unanswered. Instead of answers, Liza unearths a series of illicit affairs, sham marriages, and financial troubles her father has tried to keep buried.
As Liza struggles with these findings and navigates adulthood, she meets Jennifer Blake-a woman who introduces her to a world of drugs, alcohol, and disco. In the midst of it all, Liza then discovers something about her family that she never could have imagined, clouding her judgment and sense of self. Consequently, Will is forced to either confess his mistakes or give up on his relationship with his daughter entirely.
Liza stood awkwardly, watching people bump into each other. “That’s the best though, people moving their bodies against you. No one cares if you can’t dance, you just move to the beat and have fun.”
Before Liza could respond, a different song came on, Donna Summer’s “I Feel Love,” making people cheer and dance faster than before.
“Oh my God! I love this song, come on!” Jennifer squealed.
Liza let Jennifer pull her onto the dance floor. At first, she wasn’t really dancing. She kept getting shoved and pushed as she stood in front of Jennifer, who automatically moved to the beat. She tried to mimic her friend’s movements, but she felt unsure of herself as she struggled to get the right rhythm. Jennifer must have noticed Liza’s efforts, as she turned Liza around and placed her hands on her hips to help guide her. The song’s beat got easier for Liza to follow as she heard Donna Summer’s voice hum from the speakers.
Liza relaxed as the alcohol coursed through her veins. She let her body move under Jennifer’s direction and stopped overthinking. Jennifer turned Liza back around to face her, moving their bodies closer. Jennifer reached into her pocket to show Liza a few pills in a small plastic bag. She still moved to the beat when she popped one in her mouth and then promptly kissed Liza, transfer-ring a piece of the pill from her tongue to Liza’s. When Jennifer pulled away, she smirked.
After a few moments, Liza threw her head back as she felt the drug take hold. She saw the disco ball spinning above her, and the multicolored lights flashing around the club. Her vision blurred, coming in and out of focus like a kaleidoscope. Jennifer was behind her again bumping and grinding, leaving no room between them. Liza’s heart rate sped up, and she felt sweat drip down her neck. It was hot on the dance floor. Although she was breathing heavily, she continued to dance, letting the beat take over her movements.
They danced for several more songs, each one faster than the last. Liza’s skin was slick from sweat.
Author Bio:
Diahanna Aurora Hampton is a Boston based writer with a B.A. in Art Studies. Find Me At The Disco is her first novel.
Jonathan Wright is here to tell us about Incubus, a dark fantasy, horror, action romance.
Read on for details...
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Dark Fantasy/Horror Action Romance
Date Published: December 23, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Life -- and love -- with a man who fights nightmares is bound to
be… different.
Smart, capable, and lethal, Sarah Fenton never needed rescuing -- until she
met Joe Horn and his horrifying nemesis, the muck-drippy-thing. Together they
defeated that nightmare, and for the first time in decades Joe could stop
running.
In the process, Sarah discovered her weakness -- Joe. The hard-as-nails woman
becomes Joe’s willing sub -- his slave girl. Joe is a perfect Dom, but
Sarah has even darker fantasies -- lurid, sensual and totally submissive.
Sometimes, they even come to life.
Now one of them is stalking her, and she feels the awful temptation of
nightmarish pleasure. The darker the fantasy, the more intense the pleasure.
Pleasure stronger than any drug. Pleasure that threatens to drown her. The
pleasure of surrender… to an Incubus.
Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Erotica short story. Expect
limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re
looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!
Jongo infested her fantasies, dark, muscular, commanding. Sarah masturbated
three or four times a day thinking of him coming to take her, dragging her by
her hair, stumbling naked from the house, immune to his kicks and punches,
honed by years of training that would kill an ordinary man.
Not ordinary, Jongo. Not him. No. Her struggles only fed his burning hunger.
And hers. As now. As naked as she was, his huge cock throbbing and bouncing as
he walked, his grip was casual, yet inhumanly strong.
Stronger even than Joe, whom she had called Master more often than not. But
this wasn’t really about Joe…
* * *
Exhausted, struggling to keep her feet as she stumbled, Sarah gave up, then
was dragged, then followed him limply, his grip in her thick hair making her
walk head down, like a slave, cursing, then crying, then sobbing…
please, please, please.
Please, what? The demon’s strength, already huge, increased as he
stepped out of the trees onto the beach. As his foot touched the water, he
dragged her upright until she stood with her head tilted back, staring up at
him. He pushed her away, his hooded eyes nearly invisible in the shadows of
the moon. “Kneel.” He grinned as he stroked his cock with his free
hand.
Sarah stumbled and fell into knee-deep water. Rising, sputtering as water
streamed down her body, defiance failed her; words choked her. She breathed
heavily, staring at his cock.
“Recall how I took you before, so easily, wrapping you in my vines, my
seaweed, stroking your hungry body until you begged me to take you. How I made
you scream my name.”
Her legs quivered. She wanted to curse him, scream for help, for Joe
to… rescue…
Sarah had never in her life needed rescuing. Except for one time…
* * *
The wind sucked her along the dirty cement floor, into the waiting maw of that
THING, the muck-drippy-thing, as she steadied the pistol and emptied the
fourteen-round clip into its indescribable excuse for a face as the spindly
spider arms reached for her…
Then Joe was there, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her back. Stronger
than any man she had ever known. Pulling her back from the edge. Saving her.
* * *
Sarah hadn’t felt weak. Not then. Not like she felt now.
Weak. So weak. Why do I feel this way? Jongo is a monster, a creature from the
icy black depths of the harshest place on earth. Why do I feel so fucking hot?
She stroked her clit with one hand as she slowly sank to her knees in the
warm, swirling water. She spread the fingers of her other hand and teased her
nipples, shivering as she imagined being held against her will in the depths
of his lair.
“You are helpless,” Jongo told her. “Helpless.” A
ritual. A spell.
Yes. Helpless! Helpless! I am helpless! Her mouth fell open. She arched her
back, presenting her full tits.
I have to stop. I have to be strong! “No!” she gasped in a
purposely seductive parody of defiance. Wait. Purposely? Like I want this?
Jongo grinned and said nothing, continued stroking his cock. His huge, erect
cock. She couldn’t stop looking at it. At him. I love cock. I love it.Joe says I’m a cock-hungry slut. I get wet when he whispers that to me.
Helpless… His voice faded, still there, still commanding. She came with
a short, harsh cry as the orgasm claimed her.
Jongo laughed. “You have already surrendered. Do as I command! Keep
stroking yourself!”
She did. I can’t stop. I can’t disobey him. It feels so good to
obey. I want more!
“Think how my hard cock will feel in your hot, wet cunt. You will beg
for it. Beg for it, woman! Beg for my cock! For when you do, when I plunge
into you, you will be mine. My slave. Forever!”
Sarah came again, moaning this time, closing her eyes and thrusting hard,
pushing her fingers deep into her soft tits. “Yes! Jongo, fuck me! Yes!
Make me your slave! Make me your slave!”
She dropped back into the water as he fell on her, forcing her legs apart,
driving his cock into her, driving her will deep down into the chill, black
depths of his domain where it dissolved like tendrils of ink. She wrapped her
legs around him and thrust mindlessly, screaming as she came and came
and…
* * *
Sarah lay on the table on the veranda, sweating, her tits heaving, her knees
spread, hips moving rhythmically up and down in time with her frantic thrusts
as she came for the fifth time. “Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She rammed
the dildo into her cunt one final time before slowly drawing it out. Her whole
body quivered, drenched in sweat, as she lowered her legs and stretched,
groaning.
“Well, I think you must clean off that table before you use it for
anything else.”
Sarah gasped in shock, but without shame or embarrassment.
Belle stood not three feet away, a gorgeous Jamaican woman of medium height
and surpassing curves, dressed in paint spattered clothes and carrying various
implements of artistic creation. “You missing your man Joe? He’s
only been gone a day.” Belle arched one elegant brow for emphasis.
Sarah dropped the dildo and draped one arm over her sweaty face. “You
have no idea…” Joe liked to watch her fuck herself like that.
Imagining him doing so made it hotter for her.
Belle chuckled and began setting up an easel. “So hot for your Dom, you
maybe forget we had an appointment to paint those luscious curves?”
About the Author
Jonathan Wright retired to the northeast, where he is surrounded by family and
trees in about equal numbers. In his free time he enjoys thinking up
erotically terrifying situations for his characters, who insist they
don’t like that sort of thing. When he isn’t writing about
slavering fangs in the dark he does weird-ass paintings.
He has a daughter who will admit to the relationship under duress. He puts up
with her because she makes great cookies.
We don't know why she puts up with him.
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Matthew Devitt is here to tell us about The Quest for Freedom, The Conquest Trilogy Book 1, dark epic fantasy, action, adventure.
The book is 99¢.
There's also a great giveaway.
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One man against the world
The Quest for Freedom
The Conquest Trilogy Book 1
by Matthew Devitt
Genre: Dark Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure
Affer was once a peaceful planet, until a war broke out
between its six inhabiting species. The humans, who were once the mightiest
force on Affer, were massacred in droves, and the ones who survived the
onslaught were reduced to mere slaves. The five other species divided the
humans amongst themselves and returned to their respective kingdoms.
The years passed, turning into decades and centuries, without any change.
Eventually, the humans had accepted their fate as slaves. All except one. Four
hundred and seventy-three years later, Fletcher Rush starts his journey to free
his kind...and conquer the planet.
I've always had a love for fantasy, and to this day LOTR and
The Inheritance Cycle remain some of my favorite books. There are limitless
possibilities when you're writing, but with fantasy, it's different. You don't
have to adhere to rules or logic; you can create whatever type of world you
want. Characters can live in a dystopian society, a grand futuristic city, a
picture-perfect world, or a medieval wasteland. Time, technology, and magic are
all there for the taking, and as a writer, you get to choose what defines your
story.
JP Wilder is here to tell us about The Amazing Adventures of Hunter Caine, Soldier of Fortune, volumes 1-3, supernatural scifi action thriller.
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Join Hunter Caine,
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Face zombies,
uncover ancient secrets, and battle sinister forces in thrilling adventures
across the galaxy!
The Amazing
Adventures of Hunter Caine, Soldier of Fortune
Volumes 1-3
by JP Wilder
Genre:
Supernatural Sci-Fi Action Thriller
Treasure Hunter.
Soldier of Fortune. Smuggler.
The Amazing
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a dash of lust and laser fire, this trilogy delivers a wild ride through
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“I’m Hunter Caine.
Treasure Hunter. Soldier of Fortune. Smuggler.
I’m kind of a bad bitch, you might say.
I do what the chicken-shit Corporation, or the Holier-than-thou Collective are
afraid to do.
What they don’t want to do.
And I do it anywhere.
When stuff gets ugly, and things need doin’, I get it done.
I don’t play favorites. Strictly Freelance.
But, I do it all.
And more.
You want something done? Something dirty? Something dangerous? Something
distasteful?
Call Hunter. You got the cash. I got the flash.”
What
readers are saying:
“a
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which, coincidentally – is what would happen to you if you were to fall prey of
one of the zombified shamblers spawned by the fiendish Dr. Z.
Hot chicks; alpha males; guns and gore aplenty; unstoppable ghouls; and witty –
gritty dialogue that makes you smile all the way through. What can I say, it’s
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there’s a pay check at the end of it!
If you like your action with graphic novel hotitude, then this adventure is for
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– Goodreads Reviewer
“Wow -
I didn't quite know what to expect and I liked this so much more than I thought
I would. Never have I read zombie-sci-fi-pulp...a fun romp.” – Goodreads
Reviewer
JP Wilder, also
known as JP Vile, is a versatile author whose works span
fantasy, science fiction, and pulp genres. He’s recognized for the “Hunter
Caine Series,” contributions to “Realms of the Dragons II” for Wizards of the
Coast, and “The Crusader” series. His storytelling, marked by action and
adventure, reflects his diverse experiences as a soldier, wrangler, and
professor. Wilder’s narratives often explore chaos, with a writing style that
keeps readers engaged and entertained.
Gail Koger is here to tell us about Stilettos & Whiskey, Deputy Gemma Stone #5, romantic comedy, police procedural, action.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Best Seller on
Amazon!!
A fun combination of critters, murder, mayhem, geriatric
shenanigans, and love.
Stilettos &
Whiskey
Deputy Gemma Stone #5
by Gail Koger
Genre: Romantic
Comedy, Police Procedural, Action
#1 Best Seller in
Amazon’s Police Romance
My name may be Julie Garza, but I’m a member of the Stone
family through and through. I was only eight years old when my parents were
murdered and I came to live with them. It was then I vowed to make law
enforcement my life’s work and bring my birth parents’ killer to justice. But
I’ve been a Maricopa County Sheriff’s deputy for five years now, and so far,
that hasn’t happened.
My personal life isn’t much better. I’ve been in love with my adopted brother,
Lucas Stone, since I was thirteen, but he thinks of me more like an annoying
kid sister than a full-grown woman, but what can I do? I had gotten good at
suppressing my feelings until the kiss. For a brief moment, I thought he had
feelings for me too, until he puked on my sneakers.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse. I find myself in the
crosshairs of a murderous deputy and my estranged grandfather gets released
from prison and promptly sues for custody of me. Hello? Did he forget I’m an
adult?
Law enforcement isn’t for the fainthearted. Are you brave enough to enter my
world? This time Armageddon is coming to Arizona.
What Readers
are saying:
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These books are full of riotous doings with women who own their femininity and
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Whenever I need to forget life and grin I reread one of these books.” – Katy M,
Reviewer
Howdy. My name is Gail Koger and once upon a time I was a
9-1-1 dispatcher. Too many years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre
behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an
uncontrollable craving for chocolate. I took up writing science fiction romance
to keep from killing people. So far, it has worked.
Gail Koger is here to tell us about Stilettos and Outlaws, Deputy Gemma Stone book 4, action romantic comedy.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Fast-paced, funny and full of wild twists. Gemma is a force
of nature in this quirky, action-packed ride through Arizona’s weirdest crimes.
Stilettos and Outlaws
Deputy Gemma Stone Book 4
by Gail Koger
Genre: Action, Romantic Comedy
My name is Gemma Stone and I’ve been a Maricopa County
Sheriff’s Deputy for five years and nothing has prepared me for the return of
the wild, wild West. A bloodthirsty outlaw gang straight out of the 1850’s is
rustling cattle, robbing trains and killing people. These two-legged varmints
are also linked to a dangerous enemy from my parents’ past who is determined to
destroy our family.
My personal life got even more complicated. Off duty, I’m a ballroom dancer and
my dad has always been supportive of my dancing, but to discover the reason why
was jaw dropping. What other secrets was he hiding?
Dealing with hyperactive chickens blowing things up, an overprotective Brahma
bull and Grandpa Reynolds suddenly parking his RV in our pasture makes me think
Armageddon is coming to Arizona.
Law enforcement isn’t for the fainthearted. Are you crazy enough to enter my
world?
Author’s note: I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for way too many years and this novella
contains some of the wilder incidents that occurred.
Howdy. My name is Gail Koger and once upon a time I was a
9-1-1 dispatcher. Too many years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre
behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an
uncontrollable craving for chocolate. I took up writing science fiction romance
to keep from killing people. So far, it has worked.
Mikala Ash is here to tell us about Ky's Revenge, her post-apocalyptic scifi action adventure romance, Rebellious Slave book 3.
Read on for details...
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The Rebellious Slave 3
Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Action Adventure Romance
To Be Published: May 30, 2025
Rowan teaches the art of love to a lusty novice, while Ky suffers at the
hands of an old enemy.
The lusty adventure continues!
Slave girl Rowan attempts a daring escape from her mysterious kidnapper.
She hopes to be reunited with Ky and find the Key that will release her from
the bonds of slavery and let them love as equals. Rowan is found by Lopi, a
virgin fisherman, and she gratefully teaches him the joy of sex.
Ky has sworn revenge against the bearded man who took Rowan from him.
However, he’s been handed over to his old enemy, the evil Warlord
Thorfin, who seeks Rowan for his own purposes. Will the conjoined twins, Pus
and Tule, be able to help Ky escape with his life? And what of Chin Lau?
Rowan’s fellow slave has accepted the wolf brand and is the personal
bodyguard and lover of the beautiful war chief, Tamin Gutra. He soon
discovers she demands much more than his satisfying skills in bed.
To unlock the secret of this strange medieval world that coexists with
advanced technologies, Rowan must first survive and then be reunited with
the love of her life.
Ky’s head felt as if it was going to burst. It throbbed in time with
the beating of a drum that seemed to be not two inches from his ears. This
wasn’t his only torment. His wrists and ankles were cruelly knotted
with thin twine that cut deep into his inflamed flesh. When he struggled, a
wave of nausea overturned his consciousness. He dry-retched, which sent
fresh stabs of lightning through his tortured brain.
He forced open his blood-encrusted eyes. The bizarre scene caused a moment
of confused alarm. Everything was upside down. The pain emanating from his
ankles was explained; he was hanging by his feet. He reasoned, after a few
moments, that he was inside a vast tent, and against the walls the flaring
torches cast dancing shadows of a parade of exotic animals and bizarre
circus performers. Ky caught sight of Pustule, the ridiculously named
two-headed dwarf. The cunning oddity was the loyal creature of Boss, the
carnival’s owner. Laughter erupted from the audience who sat at long
tables, amply supplied with wine bottles and ale mugs. Ky licked his dry
lips.
What is this place? In brief disordered snatches he recalled his and
Rowan’s attempted escape from the caravan, the fight with the bearded
man, the taking of Rowan, the boss’s betrayal, and the arrival of the
Skolls, the vicious marauders of the wastelands. He recalled that instead of
just taking him, the Skolls had captured the whole caravan. After that the
numerous beatings, too many to count, blended into one continuous thread of
pain.
Nausea again threatened to take him out of his pain when a bucket of foul
wastewater from the cook tent was emptied in his face. He coughed and
spluttered as the stale liquid filled his nostrils.
Before him, only a few yards away, flanked by guards armed with spears, a
naked gargantuan occupied an ivory throne. The big man pushed away the thin
whore who’d been curled in his lap sucking his engorged prick. She
slid to the floor gasping. Ky experienced a pang of recognition, but in his
confused state he couldn’t put a name to her. Released from her
immediate duty, she crawled away into the shadows.
The giant gave a hand signal, and the drumbeats ceased, as did the
chattering of the assembled guests.
“He lives, does he?” he asked a thin, rat-faced man who stood
by Ky.
“As you ordered, Captain,” the man replied.
Ky cursed the fiend who obviously revelled in inflicting pain with skills
designed to take a living body to the brink of death and coax it back
again.
“He hangs by his feet so as not to drown in his own
blood.”
“Call me Lord Thorfin!”
“Lord Thorfin,” the man hastily corrected himself.
That some sort of promotion had occurred mattered little to Ky. It was the
name that stabbed him in the heart.
Thorfin!
He hadn’t recognized the warlord from his dizzying position. He
doubted he would have known him under normal circumstances. Thorfin had
grown prodigiously fat during the dozen years that had passed since Ky had
been on the losing side in the War of the Three Sovereigns. Filled with rage
and grief, he’d stood with his father and brother while Thorfin
personally walked among the ranks of prisoners choosing those who’d be
sacrificed to Po. Ky had stared defiantly into the eyes of Thorfin, who
laughed and chose his older brother, Sandor. Ky had rushed forward only to
be beaten to the ground, his head held up by the hair so he could watch
Sandor dragged to the crude block to have his body ripped asunder.
Ky had screamed every curse known to man till his voice failed. In the
cells he’d watched helplessly as his father died of grief. Then, after
a month-long trek, he’d been returned to Slavin Hold and pressed into
service as a guard. At Slavin he’d started every day by swearing
bloody revenge, an impotent gesture, as it turned out. Now the tyrant had
him trussed up like a beast ready for slaughter.
Ky forced his mind to rise above his pain to concentrate on Thorfin’s
words.
“I am bored with this,” Thorfin said. “Will he talk,
Greeg?”
The torturer slapped Ky’s arse. “If he knows what’s good
for him he will.”
“Then put him to the question.”
What question?
Greeg extracted an iron poker from the fire and waved it so close to
Ky’s eyes it felt as if his tears would boil. “Where is the
girl?”
Of course. This was about Rowan!
Rowan, the rebellious slave who he loved. Ky spat a wad of blood from his
mouth. If he told Thorfin that Rowan had been taken by the bearded man, he
might know who that mysterious fellow was and go after her. Did he really
want Thorfin to get his hands on her? Even if he lived beyond this day,
could he protect her?
Then, in a moment of clarity he realized that Boss, the corpulent owner of
the carnival who had handed him over, would have already told Thorfin
everything. There was no reason not to speak what he knew.
“The man with the beard,” he said his words barely
audible.
Greeg struck him with an open hand. “Speak up!”
Ky repeated his answer.
“Yes, yes,” Thorfin said irritably. “I know of him. Who
is he?”
“I don’t know. He never said his name.”
“No one in the town knew him either,” Greeg confirmed. “I
asked them most pointedly.”
“You haven’t killed them all, have you?” Thorfin
demanded.
Greeg chuckled. “Not yet, but they wish for it.”
“They must know something. There are more clues to a man’s
identity than just his beard.” Though a beast in human form, and
despite consuming a vast amount of wine, Ky knew Thorfin was not without
intelligence.
“I will persist in my questioning, my Lord Thorfin.”
“I want answers.” Thorfin returned his gaze to Ky. “She
means something to you, this slave, Rowan.”
About the Author
Aussie Mikala Ash used to be a mild-mannered training & development
consultant by day, and a wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by
night. Now she is a brazen full-time writer and nature photographer who is
concentrating on having among other things, “… bags, and bags
of fun!” Mikala can be found on Facebook and on Twitter.
