Succubus Steam by Lila Shaw

I remember when I first read this story as a little fledging. Lila had this great idea for an A to Z succubs chronicles of sorts. The problem is, however, selling a whole book at isn’t necessarily all the required HFN or HEA is a tough business. Even when you’re as excellent as Lila at writing. To my great enjoy, she decided to dissect her masterpiece and rework them. What that has done is give a reader like me a bounty of steamy hawt succubus stories to tear into.

Without further delay, I give you her latest in the series.


Succubus Steam is the latest edition to The Succubus Chronicles, and joins predecessors, Succubus Games and Soul of the Succubus. Though part of a series, the books can be read in any order.

Succubus Steam is a fun little steampunk romp about an intrepid inventor in prim Victorian London, who also happens to be part succubus, a sex demon who requires sexual energy for survival. Violet’s story was one of the very first succubus tales I wrote over two years ago. Originally it was a much shorter story. Violet has always been a particular favorite of mine, so I’m thrilled I was able to expand her adventures into a novelette that Evernight picked up. The small handful of critiquers who may have read the original short story will be introduced to a new character in Succubus Steam, Lyle, an incubus, who is both Violet’s nemesis and her heart’s secret desire.


A succubus half-breed, such as Violet, who hobnobs with the highest echelons of Victorian London society, is a bride in a difficult marriage of extremes. Any act that wants of propriety, and she would find herself banished to the wilds of Cornwall where her full-blooded succubus sisters live and thrive. Yet she prefers the company of mortals, even if she must occasionally risk her reputation by engaging in discreet sexual liaisons.

When Violet’s great uncle dies and bequeaths her his laboratory and home, she crafts an artificially intelligent automaton named Adam to sate her carnal needs. Her plan is coming along nicely until an incubus from her past, and the unwitting model for her invention, discovers her secret. Violet has good reason to be wary of losing her heart to Lyle, but perhaps Adam is the key to fulfilling all of her desires.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, Adam is a very large, steam-powered sex toy

Excerpt: I wake to a pair of deep green eyes staring at me. “Adam?”

 A grin blooms on his handsome face. “Adam? Is that what you named him? How biblical of you, Violet.” He straightens and roars with laughter.

 On the bed, behind my back, a body stirs to life. I roll over and squeak at the twin of the man I’ve just woken to. “Adam?”

 “Yes, my love,” says the male lying next to me.

 “Oh, my God!” I sit bolt upright and cover my breasts with the sheets. Now that the sleep scales have fallen from my eyes and my brain, I understand my situation. “Lyle! How did you get in here?”

 “Never mind that, you clever girl. What the deuce have you been making?” A few strides of his long legs carry him to the other side of the bed where Adam lies. “Adam? Is that your name?”

 Adam sits and turns to me. “Who is this man, Violet, my dearest?”

 Lyle’s eyes grow wider. “Good Lord, he sounds exactly like … me!” He reaches out a hand and pokes Adam in the cheek. “Not nearly as good-looking though.”

 “I am not a lord,” Adam tells Lyle gravely, and I can’t help but snicker at the shocked expression on Lyle’s face. “I belong to Violet. By what name shall I address you?”

 “You may call me … Lord Cocksucker,” Lyle says mocking my creation.

 Adam laughs, sounding so like the man he was modeled after. “Lord Cocksucker. That is an interesting name. I like to have my cock sucked. Do you?”

 Lyle sits on the bed next to Adam. “Oh, yes I do, very much. You’re quite a lucky man if Violet sucks your cock. Does she?”

 “Sometimes. Today I fucked her. It was our first time to have sexual intercourse, and I liked it very much. Violet is all any man could ever want in a lover.”

 “Yes, I dare say she would be. Lucky you, my friend.”

  “Lyle!” Both Lyle and Adam face me, one a pale replica of the other. “Adam, go to sleep now, please.”

 “As you wish.” Adam lies supine and closes his eyes.

 Lyle’s eyes drift to the tent Adam’s erect penis has created beneath the sheet. He reaches out and wraps a hand around the center pole. “A crude copy but nowhere near as grand as the real thing. Still, I applaud your taste.” He casts a smirk my way. “However, I’m really wondering but one thought at this moment and that’s … why?”

“Why?” I blink and wonder how much I should tell him. Given the extent of what he has discovered, I suppose no further harm can be dealt by sharing the why of Adam.

“Yes, why an inferior copy when you could have the superior original at the snap of your fingers?”

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About the Author:

Lila Shaw is the pen name for a writer of works of erotica and erotic romance. Her stories typically involve strong-willed women and are often playful, sarcastic and even silly. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously…unless the condom breaks, then you have every right to fret.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Journey of the Damned (WT)

Journey of the Damned was originally an entry for an anthology that dealt with stories involving oceans. When the company who had the calls for submission took forever not only to read through the submissions but also have timely updates on the progress, I pulled the piece. I kept looking at the story and seeing what it could become with more word count. Dark and a bit twisted, my successes in the publishing world dictated I make this piece a lot bigger with more grit and naughty. The title also needs to change as it doesn’t fit the newer style.

I’m in that process now. Until then, here’s a little six sentence tidbit.

[Isolde] ripped open [Kessel’s] shirt with one hand. He slammed against the ground, her eyes suggesting he submit to her whims. Pain constricted his lungs like nothing he’d experienced under her servitude. Still the soft pink lips called for his own. He held on in desperation, whimpering for her to show him the path between ecstasy and agony.

He craved it all.

Life is a little difficult when a slave is torn between freedom and the intoxicating embrace of his master.

New Feature: Pimp My Book

Starting this week, and hopefully every week on Fridays, I’m offering up a new feature: Pimp My Book. The written word gives so much joy to many people and for an author to get the news out on their newest release increases the readers chances of finding another writer. We all have our favorites and diligently await their latest release but why not try something different in the time inbetween? I know I have.

What I love about the authors I have had the pleasure of meeting are most are more than happy to have guest blog spots. Pimp My Book is essentially a guest spot but I wanted to focus on latest book releases or soon to be released pieces. It’s important to get not only interest in the written word but to support other authors.

I have been very fortunate in my budding career as a writer to not only meet others like me but to see the hard work they go through to get just one publication. I love what I do and though it takes a lot of time out of my day, I’m not trading the reward of giving someone a book they enjoy reading.

So, excuse me while I put on my self-inflated ego hat and give you a taste of what I hope to be a reoccurring thing.

Welcome, my friends, to Pimp My Book: The Prequel.

Evernight Publishing’s Kastil Eavenshade

featuring The Wolves of Argonne

Ah naughty fairy tales. Takes the edge off those sugary sweet versions, doesn’t it? I mean, if you really read the original tales they aren’t all happy endings. Some are quite tragic.

What I love the most about fairy tales is there are so many ways to twist them. Just look at the shows Once Upon a Time or Grimm. Even the movies get into the act. So much potential is out there to create something uniquely yours.

That’s what I went for with The Wolves of Argonne. This is my first menage story and I had fun teasing the main character Rosabel. I gave her not only one man that captured her heart but two. Sometimes your match isn’t so black and white. No matter what, you have to follow your heart.

So against every courting ritual she’d been told about, she opened her thighs to his probing. A small gasp escaped her lips as he found her tender spot with ease.

“Careful, my mate. You do not want to draw attention to your state.” He chuckled before suckling at her neck.

Her chest heaved. Her lip between her teeth to stave off the growing moans, she unabashedly ground her hips against his dexterous fingers. Rosabel enticed a growl from his lover’s throat as she rubbed against his hardened shaft. Pain flared in her neck as his teeth scraped along the skin.

She fisted her hand in his hair, her legs barely holding her weight. His digits became more insistent, flicking and probing her sensitive areas. The warm feel of her wetness trailed down her leg, and she nearly collapsed when his finger slid inside her core. His
strong arms held her upright but she could not take the torment of his touch any longer.

“Take me. Please.” She moaned.

“No, not like this. I offer but a taste of what I intend to do to you.” He drove his finger deeper, testing her virginal passage before pulling out.

She swooned in his arms, the pleasure shaking her very soul. Her skirts hung back in place, and she swayed on her feet, her decadent lover steadying her.

“Go back to the party, my sweet.” He peeled away from her.

“But….” She turned to drag him closer, and he’d vanished. Shame should have filled her but only desire for him to do the same thing again boiled inside. Her sex throbbed with need.


At her nana’s calling, she smoothed out her skirts to make sure everything was in place before turning to face her grandmother. “I’m sorry. It’s all so much to take in.”

“It’s time for the courting ceremony to begin.” Nana waved her to follow, and Rosabel complied, glancing back once to see if her mate still lingered. Darkness greeted her.

Taking her basket from Nana, she made her way to the small stage. She lined up with the other girls vying for a suitor and set her basket down in front of her. The men outnumbered the ladies. Still reeling from her encounter, Rosabel barely managed a smile to the approaching brood of males. Each held a square stone marker to state
their choice. Several of the other girls received more than one token while her basket remained empty. The first man she danced with approached, his marker unsteady in his hands. A nervous smile spread on his face, and he extended his token toward her basket. His pallor turned a whiter shade of pale before he moved to the next girl, tossing his token in the basket. With not one suitor, Rosabel’s smile faltered. At the edge of the crowd in the background, she saw her shadow rendezvous. His lips mouthed a message for only her eyes.

You are mine.

Where can you buy this book?
Evernight Publishing
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All Romance eBooks
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