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Techno Thrall coming soon from Lyrical Press.

An erotic love story set in a post-modern world that’s reeling from the advent of new technologies.

The story opens when detective Deyla Reckard and her junior partner are sent to investigate a case in which a very expensive “electronic companion” allegedly attacked its owner. But their investigation reveals the owner is an evil and entitled man who is abusing and pimping out illegal human immigrants to his rich friends. The robot was actually protecting a young domestic. During a climactic scene, the robot commits the electronic equivalent of suicide rather than return to a life of sexual servitude.

Deyla is shaken to the core by these events; it’s hardly surprising that her PTSD from her days as a marine acts up and she is left by the side of a deserted highway, too incapacitated to finish the drive to her weekend cabin. A man appears and helps her, but it turns out to be another robot. Or is it?

Excerpt:

Malcolm placed a gentle hand and across her lips. “Shhhh. It’s only Saturday. We can think about all that tomorrow. Let’s just concentrate on tonight.”

He began to undo the buttons of her shirt. “These sleeping bags are so soft. I feel like I’m in a nest. Let’s just focus on the here…” He kissed her neck. “And here…” He moved lower, kissing and sucking on the swell of her breasts. “And here…” He sucked gently on her nipple. “And now.” He let go long enough to conclude his sentence. Deyla couldn’t have cared less about grammar and gently eased his head back down.

Once again he took the role of aggressor. If possible, she was even more aroused than earlier, since now she was emotionally invested in their love-play as well as physically. She turned when he commanded, the heat of the fire warming her backside as he teased and played with her breasts and kissed her lips swollen. She turned again when ordered, the fire in front of her now, warming parts already thoroughly heated.

Malcolm kissed and massaged and nipped his way across her neck and shoulders and back and ass and thighs. He spent a long time worshiping between her raised thighs, licking and sucking as he had earlier in the day. She was weak with pleasure, panting, and straining for release, which again, he approached and backed off from over and over. He was very clever in his pursuit of her pleasure.

To be continued....