Sep 22 2014

Storm Clouds 208 by TeraS

Filling out Chapter 36 a little more this week on the Tale… I think this will be the last revision of this chapter and I’ll be moving on next time … probably …

For those that would like to read Storm Clouds from the beginning, you can click this link, and it will take you to the page where all of the previous chapters can be found.


Storm Clouds 208
Chapter 36
By TeraS


Time passed ever so slowly in the room. Someone who concentrated might be able to follow the dust motes as they floated here and there among the bookcases, tables, and chairs. Someone not so inclined to watch them might be held by the image of a woman straddling a man on one of the chairs, her fingers laced into his hair and their lips crushed together in a deep kiss.

One might also notice that neither of them were moving. But there was one other in the room who was. She was stalking back and forth, her long, red, heart-tipped tail swaying pensively as she walked, her eyes scanning intently from the carpet below her to the two intertwined and then back again as she paced.

Out of what some might mistake for frustration or impatience, she would tuck a wayward lock of hair back behind one of her ears from time to time. In fact, it was neither of those emotions, but rather her pondering over what she knew and understood …

… and when Tera, the Queen of the Succubi, put a puzzle together and the pieces fit? That spelt issues for someone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar presence entering the apartment building, so her pacing came to a stop and a warm smile played upon her lips. She had been wondering when he was going to appear, and it seemed that this moment was the one that mattered.

His timing, as always, was impeccable. But then, he was especially attuned to her.

Counting to twelve, Tera walked over to the apartment door and then waited another three beats before opening the door and looking out into the hallway. The elevator dinged, the doors opened and she waved to the one standing there, his hands quite full. “Coming! Just a moment, my heart!”

The man in the elevator, who Thomas would recognize as the pastor from the funeral he attended not so long ago, nodded his head in lieu of a wave: “All fine, Dear One. I’ll manage.”

Quickly making her way down the hall, Tera replied: “Manners will not allow that, you know. At least allow me to be of some use?”

He chuckled: “We’ve talked about this before, Dear One. You sell yourself short. You are more than useful and, one of these days, you’ll see that.”

She scrunched up her nose as she took a small bag from under his arm: “Family trait, you know.”

He nodded once: “Yes … quite so.”

Moving to walk beside him, she slipped her arm with his and they moved towards John’s apartment. As they walked, they slipped into the banter they always shared.

“I’m sorry for being late.”

“Not late. You are exactly on time, as always.”

“How are you managing, Dear One?”

“Oh … managing, my heart.” Of course, she didn’t want to worry him.

“I see.” Of course, he saw right through that.

The next words that passed between them were ones that each knew didn’t need to be said, for they had known each other, it seemed, forever. Tera’s heart would always be so, as would she for him as his Dear One. That was just how things were, and nothing in the universes could change that fact. After they entered John’s apartment, he handed her one of the styrofoam cups he held. As he closed the door he asked: “And where is your Eternal, Dear One?”

Tera smiled as she traced a fingertip around the rim of the styrofoam cup: “Oh, he’s off and about looking after something.” She looked at him and nodded once: “But he is with me and I am with him.”

The look he gave her was somewhere between understanding and trepidation: “Of course. That was not my concern.”

Her finger stopped moving as she tilted her head to the left: “But you are concerned.”

He nodded, taking the lid off his tea: “I am worried about you, Dear One. You are troubled, have been for some time. I can see it in your eyes … your Eternal and I are the only ones that possibly could have seen it, of course, but it is there.”

Tera was silent for a time, then admitted: “I think the Dark has been messing with things it should not. So I am … hoping … to fix that damage.”

“I see. And the two over there?”

“They are the thing that needs to be made right once more.”

He took a sip of his tea: “Playing matchmaker, Dear One?”

She took the lid off her own tea: “Oh those two are matched, my heart. I’m just trying to set things right once more.”

“Dear One, are you sure you are doing the right thing, or are you possibly … inadvertently … just maybe … doing the Dark’s own work for it?”

Tera paused, her tea almost to her lips: “Memories have been changed, my heart. The reason for that I do not know. Yet the Dark has altered the memories of some of the succubi. It has also changed the memories of innocents. It is trying to set something up to Its benefit. Jane is one of them. John, the dear man she is with at the moment, is the other.”

“Are you sure?”

Tera’s tail moved slowly behind her: “I know Eternals when I see them, my heart. In that I am sure. What happens after that is in their hands.”

“Which means we wait.”

“You need not have to, my heart. I’ll wait.”

He winked: “And have you talking to yourself? I shudder to think what your dear Tail will have to say about that.”

Tera smiled a warm, knowing smile: “You are, of course, quite right, my heart.”

He walked over to the couch and settled in: “What would you like to talk about while we wait?”

Tera took a spot on the other end of the couch, curling her legs underneath her as she did: “I have a theory … more of a thought, perhaps.”

He looked at his tea: “Why do I have the feeling, Dear One, that we’ll need more tea?”

She laughed: “Because that is how it always works when we chat, my heart. And, next time, I will bring the pie to share.”

He tipped his cup towards her: “So. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

She tilted her head to the right: “There is quite a lot that is bothering me. To be truthful, there has been for some time. I think that the time which the Dark has spent in trying to get into the Realm has made it desperate for some kind of success.”

He furrowed his brow: “It is a persistent entity; that much is obvious. And yes, your … resistance … has been a thorn in Its side.” The innocent look she gave in reply just made him chuckle as he sipped his tea, waiting for her to continue.

She considered the cup she held, then continued: “To be honest, it’s been a bother to me as well, in more ways than one, but we won’t dwell on that part of the story, as we’ll come back to that a bit later to try and tie the threads together.”

“Which means we start with … ?”

“We start with the question of what, exactly, is It intending to do with the tail that is missing.”

“You assume she is being held?”

“I know she is being held. I am just not sure exactly where she is at this moment. I know that she is nearby … somewhere … but otherwise I am not sure where. I sense she is trapped or bound in some way. That means It must have a plan for her. Whether by influencing her, forcing something upon her, or other means, It has but one goal, and having a Tail would give It something It never had before.”

He nodded: “A key.”

“Yes. There are only a few entries into the Realm for those not …” She paused here, considering her next words, worrying that “like us” would sound more than a bit conceited, but he finished the thought for her.

“… like you, Dear One. I know better—we know better—and you need to keep that in mind.”

She nodded in reply: “Of course. Like us, my heart. There are some with that key. Some others, like you, are offered a pass to the Realm, at the right time for the right reason. But all of us, even myself, have to pass by the gates, all of them, before stepping foot in the Realm.”

He smiled: “And, of course, that final gate, the one that none shall pass without permission, is the last bastion.”

She sighed, wistfully: “Yes. But we won’t dwell on that point, my heart. Let’s try and keep focus on our missing tail for the moment.”

He gave a sidelong look at the pair on the chair as he wondered: “Can I assume that they are both part of the story?”

“Quite so. She is the sister of the one whose tail is held, obviously. He is, I am sure, her Eternal. When we had the funeral, it struck me that she was there, but he was not. The question then was … “Why?” Speaking with her afterwards, it was clear that the Dark did something to her, and, I think, vice versa.”

“So, you have two souls no longer connected together.”

“Yes, but that’s just where it begins. She, our dear Jane, is impulsive, quick to anger, and more importantly, would do anything to have revenge for her sister’s passing. What would she do if she believed that her only family, the only one she loved, was gone?”

He shook his head: “Oh, I have a good idea. There was something wrong about her; I had chalked it up to grief and did not push her. I should have.”

She set her cup down on a small side table, some worry in her eyes as she looked at him: “No guilt, my heart—not for either of us. There was enough grief to go around for everyone. We both missed it, but we are both now aware.”

He allowed those words but replied: “Then I expect you not to have guilt, either. It is not becoming of you. Queen or not, it is not becoming of you or your soul, and I will not allow it.”

She laced her fingers together, placing them in her lap: “The guilt I think I have dealt with. It was slowly turning into anger … or it was until Jane came back and I saw she had a problem. That problem made it clear that there was a … discrepancy that needed to be repaired.”

He considered his tea: “Now that your anger is gone, Dear One, you need to keep it away … the Dark is counting on using it against you.”

She looked towards Jane and John: “Something happened in the two weeks that she was out of touch. When she came back, she claimed to have been overseas for some time, but that made little sense, as they were inseparable. There was something missing in Jane. Again, it seemed like the loss of her sister was the answer, but it goes further than that. He was missing. They were missing.”

“So, that’s when you put Tom and Camilla onto things?”

She nodded and picked up her tea again, taking a sip: “There was something that happened in the world here, driven by forces bound to rules that apply here. Something else happened outside of this world, where other rules apply. Having the two of them dealing with this will give me a new perspective on what It wants.”

He chuckled: “There’s something more, Dear One.”

She smiled over the rim of her cup: “Perhaps … perhaps not. We shall see.”

He raised his cup in reply: “Yes. We shall. But the story isn’t over yet. You are holding back a few things. I can tell.”

She paused, just before taking a sip: “Two things: All four of them are connected to what happened. Two of them are what It has focused upon.”

He frowned: “So they are all at risk. But which two are the ones It has focused on?”

Tera’s tail pointed at Jane: “She is one, obviously. I believe that Thomas is the other. They both have suffered great losses. They can both be influenced by It making an appeal to their darker emotions.”

“What happens when one … or the other … or both … is freed?”

“That, my heart, is what I am intending to find out with Jane.”

“And Tom?”

She sighed: “I am trusting that his belief in doing good is strong. Camilla will help in that. So will Nina … assuming that Thomas will let them in to help.”

He considered her words, then asked: “But what about our missing tail? How does she fit into this?”

Tera looked into her cup as if reading tea leaves, though there were none: “What would one do if one could bring a lost love back? What would one give up? What would happen when the truth was revealed?”

“That, I think, would depend on the truth, would it not?”

She looked up: “Yes. Yes it would.” Then she looked back down at her cup once more.

He sighed: “Dear One, it does you no good to keep things bottled up inside you, nor can you get them past me without me noticing.”

“There are two problems with sharing the truth in this case, my heart. One is that the truth will not set anyone free. The harm in the truth being known would only play into It’s hands. The truth I speak of is meant for one soul only and it is one that I do not have the right to share.”

“If not you, then who?”

Tera looked at him: “The one that cannot speak.”

She stood and began to walk around the room, still holding the cup in her hands: “The second reason for not sharing is that I may—and yes, I know this sounds impossible—I may be completely wrong about what I believe the truth to be.”

He leaned back in his chair, a small twinkle in his eye: “You, Dear One? Wrong? If so, I do believe I will have to check on whether the laws of the universe have been changed recently.”

Tera laughed softly: “I’ve been wrong many times, my heart. The thing is that I hide those mistakes well enough that they are not seen for the mistakes they are.”

“You are avoiding the point, Dear One. It isn’t that you are wrong nearly as often as you believe … except when you think you are hiding these things from your Eternal or me. It is that you are far too hard on yourself when those around you are hurt. You make it your focus to deal with that, to take it upon yourself. Sometimes, you do have to allow others to stumble.”

A sigh, quite a long one: “Cannot do that, my heart. Call it … a very deep fault. Perhaps it is the one that the Dark has figured on to be how it wins the war.”

He placed his cup on the table and then walked over to her. Resting a hand on Tera’s shoulder he explained: “It is not a fault to care. We have talked about this many times before. It is a fault to take on too many things, to not share with others who can help with the burdens. And I would bet my socks that this is exactly what the Dark will use to defeat you.”

Tera patted his hand lightly: “As you know, that sharing is something not easily done.”

He smiled: “True … for both of us. Now, there are plans to be made, and in this case, Dear One, your heart is going to help.”

She began to shake her head, to refuse. She couldn’t possibly allow him to do so.

“Ah! I am sorry, but no, Dear One. There is no getting out of this. You need more help than what you have now, and if you don’t let me help you, then I will go on my own. So please, tell me what you have in mind next.”

“You really will not like it my heart; not at all.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Dear One.”

Ten minutes later found Tera sitting on the couch, rolling her cup between her hands and looking at him as he paced back and forth as she had been before he arrived. She had explained her plans, what she intended to do and what the cost would be.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at her: “I do not like this at all, Dear One.”

“I did warn you.”

“So you did. It is a dangerous plan. It can go wrong at any of a dozen turns. Worse, if it does go wrong, then the Realm is lost. However …”


He furrowed his brow: “However, misquoting Einstein, ‘I, at any rate, am convinced that you do not throw dice.’”

She was puzzled; the twist in her tail, which he knew well, spoke to her thoughts as much as any words would: “Meaning what, exactly?”

“Meaning that, though your plans appear to be risky, somehow you have a fairly good idea that it will turn out well.”

She traced a finger against her lips, as if sealing them, a thin smile there as she did so.

“But what is missing from this equation is that you are not going in alone. I won’t have it. You would risk yourself to save the Realm. Someone needs to be there who will risk the universe to save you.”

She looked him in the eye: “I worry that I may have to do something of which you do not approve, something that would disappoint you.”

He didn’t waver: “You could never disappoint me, Dear One. Never. And I will stand beside you no matter what … including no matter if you tell me not to.”

She opened her mouth to speak … but then closed it, smiling.

He smiled back and nodded once: “Did you ever meet Einstein in your travels, Dear One?”

“Yes. I was fortunate to hear him play the violin once. His connection with music was … breathtaking. Even if he didn’t see his talents for all that they were.”

He chuckled as he took the other end of the couch once more: “Your words remind me of a certain red tail that I know who has the same problem. She needs to see that in herself every now and again.”

She tilted her head to the right: “I have no idea what you mean, my heart.”

He shook his head: “Yes, Dear One. Of course you do.”

Sep 21 2014

A Review of Succubus by Lucas Grindhouse

Succubus by Lucas Grindhouse

Succubus by Lucas Grindhouse

There are, of course, many different myths around the idea of Succubi. There is, of course, the general view that they are female in nature. Another concept is that they can switch between genders. Still another concept is where a Succubus character appears that combines genders into one being. In all of these cases what matters to me most of all is how they are presented as characters, and what the author does with them.

What matters is how that Succubus is connected to the other characters in the story and what happens in the story. Having a reason for the story is much more important then then erotica within it, not because of it…

  • Title: Succubus
  • Author: Lucas Grindhouse
  • Length: 17 Pages
  • ISBN: 9780991702527
  • Publishing Date: April 29, 2013
  • This work at

The story is of:

This short story is a twist on the tale of the succubus. There is a way to stop the demon from gaining title to his soul. Will Richard find it in time? Frightened and unsure how to proceed, he calls Professor Stein. She is more than willing to help but knows little more than he does.

They struggle to find an answer and a close bond develops. Prepare yourself for a wild ride as the twosome try their best to find a solution in time to save Richard from the demon.

The Succubus in this story is unique in that while they appear to be female, there is a rather obvious difference to them. They have male sexual organs and with that difference also comes a rather severe and brutal dominant streak. There is also some obvious mind control that happens through the story along with some magical manipulation of both of the other characters in the story.

For the most part, the Succubus is a means to an end in the story, we really never learn anything specifically about her. Her name is never said for one thing and for the other there are questions about her that I would have liked to been touched on, but were not for the sex scenes and domination that occurs.

But, she is a means to drive the story forwards and that brings up the two other characters in the story. Richard and Sarah, when we meet them, are rather two dimensional at first, but over the course of the story they develop somewhat from thin beginnings.  There are moments which difficult to read and then followed by the two reconciling and moving on to find a way out of the problem they face. Overall that plays out well, but sometimes the emotions seem a little bit wooden between them which is a shame.

There is a minor problem with the story and that is the speech of the Succubus seemed… stilted or somewhat odd in the choices of words used. The flow of their speech, and occasionally that of the other characters, seemed to falter when an odd word was used instead of one you might normally expect.

For example: “I will have carnal gratification and you are incapable of avoiding it.” It just… sounds wrong, odd, or off in nature. It may well be part of the Succubus’ nature in this story to speak like this, but it also bleeds into the speech of the other characters at time and it bothered me.

The erotic moments in the story go from somewhat violent in nature between the Succubus and Richard to, if not tender, then very much a mirror in the moments between Sarah and Richard over the course of the story. Not quite a romance between them over the course of the story, but nonetheless it was nice to see the development of both Sarah and Richard’s relationship as things progressed.

The story ends I think a bit too abruptly, the solution is rather quick and pat bringing the story to a close with a little footnote of where it could go in the future. I think it could have used a bit more story between the erotica to paint a more vivid picture, but there is a limiting factor in the story from the beginning and so I can see why that might not be possible.

Three pitchforks out of five.

There is a story here, hinted at, but not quite brought to its full.



Sep 20 2014

Another YouTube of Morrigan Aensland Art…

Most of the time, when I find YouTubes that show art of Morrigan Aensland, or Lilith for that matter, I have really one problem with them. It isn’t the art, it’s the music. Most of the time the music is… just wrong. I have a certain kind of music in my thoughts when I look at Morrigan and that’s something not frantic or otherwise. I haven’t found the perfect music as yet, but this is fairly close I think overall…

And if you cannot see the video on the Tale, try here:

It even has a piece of art of Morrigan that I haven’t seen before and I rather do like…

Morrigan Aensland ArtIt really is just a fun piece of Morrigan art in itself, but more so there’s just something different about Morrigan here that brings her personality out I think…

Getting back to the YouTube, I do like the music mainly because it is… thoughtful. It isn’t wild or frantic, which Morrigan never is, and that is what attracts me to it…

Perhaps I will find better music for her sometime, but for now it really is a pleasant change…




Sep 19 2014

A Review of Post Secondary Succubus: On the Inside by Lacey Layton

Post Secondary Succubus: On the Inside by Lacey Layton

Post Secondary Succubus: On the Inside by Lacey Layton

A review today on the Tale of the second work in a series that I had some high hopes for. You can find the first review of this series here on the Tale. At the time of the first review I said that I thought that the main character Kaylee was quite interesting as a Succubus and that I hoped that if there was another work that would continue. Sadly, I really can’t say that that hope was fulfilled in the second work in the series.

My disappointment comes in how much Kaylee’s personality changes from one work to the next, for one, and as well I have a problem with a Domme that doesn’t treat their submissives correctly. That’s a real problem for me to enjoy a story and, I regret, in this case I found that I didn’t…

  • Title: Post Secondary Succubus: On the Inside
  • Author:  Lacey Layton
  • Length: 68 Pages
  • ASIN: B00LD5W3SS
  • Publishing Date: June 27, 2014
  • This work at


The story is about:

It’s been a year since Kaylee accepted her role as a Succubus, as a woman who can drive men to their knees. She plays on the edge of darkness and pleasure learning about her control while feeling unfulfilled in her current situation.

But there’s another out there. Hunting and killing with the same power. It brings Detective Bryan Storm into her life. A determined and intense man that Kaylee finds herself drawn to. But both of them harbor secrets that keep them from getting too close. Until someone close is taken from Kaylee.

Now with the two of them tracking the killer they must fight their own growing desires and needs. But as they soon realize the killer has been tracking them. And the killer has an interesting way of taking out people…

Kaylee, one year after she has come to terms with being a Succubus. Mike is still with her, but after making a mistake in judgement, Kaylee finds herself on the trail of another Succubus that is the worst of them all. And in doing so, Kaylee finds some dark things within herself.

In the previous work, Kaylee encountered someone called Gavin who “taught” her what it meant to be a Succubus. The sad thing is in spite of how the first work closed, it seems like Kaylee really didn’t learn much about herself. In this story she’s very much like Gavin in a lot of ways. Sadder still that she uses her power in ways that are rather brutally controlling Mike at times. That is one problem I have with Kaylee. She saw the worst she could be and then she doesn’t seem to have learned much from that. It’s quite clear that she is Mike’s Domme, and he is her submissive. But in spite of knowing that she makes a choice that no Domme would make.

The result of that choice is terrible and sends Kaylee headlong into a search for the succubus that ended Mike’s life. Her name is Deidra, and while she is a Succubus, and has a great deal of power, Deidra is stereotypically evil, almost to the point that I expected her to laugh ominously at times as the story went on. If I didn’t care for Kaylee, Deidra was simply into the realm of being cartoonish. I don’t enjoy characters that seem to be evil for the sake of being so and it felt like Deidra was. Whether that is because of her personality, or some sort of madness, or lust for power is hard to say because that doesn’t come up in the story. What does is a series of interludes in which Deidra appears, causes things to happen, and then vanishes into the darkness before popping up again.

There is a point in the story where Deidra claims that one succubus cannot effect another. Yet she does use her powers on Kaylee. This bothered me a lot as if a claim is made in the context of a story, you cannot simply “get around” it by a hand wave and quickly moving on with the story. The reverse happens as well, though the explanation by Kaylee makes a bit more sense so I can accept it… to a point.

The story has a very heavy D/s theme, with a lot of BDSM added at the beginning of the story. There’s a good amount of mind control which runs hot and cold at times as well. The erotica is a series of hot flashes that, for me, did not do much, but then I don’t believe in harming a submissive. I know that some enjoy that,  but I don’t and as such I found it hard to take at times. Call it my own personal experiences if you will, but overall the D/s theme didn’t quite ring true for me and that took me out of the story at times as I tried deal with the scenes. The succubus mind control scenes were very hot and I liked them as a whole when the story used that plot in a more seductive way rather than an abusive one. Again, my preference.

The thing that I had the most problem with was the ending where it seemed like Kaylee didn’t learn anything from her experiences, the loss of Mike, nor how Bryan sees and relates to her. She says one thing and then does something completely different, which while was more of fulfilling a fantasy than anything else, seemed also as if she was falling into the trap that both Deidra in this work and Gavin in the first, had. Promises and intents are one thing, but losing your ability to know right from wrong is something quite a lot more worrisome.

If another work in the series appears, I would like to see Kaylee get hold of herself and turn back towards the person she really is and not the caricature that she seems to have become. I think that would make for a better story considering where this work closed and what could happen next.

Three pitchforks out of five.

The changes in Kayless’s personality were jarring and surprising which made enjoying the rest of the work difficult. Being a Domme is more than control, more than ordering another to obey. Forgetting that leaves the balance flatter than it should have been.



Sep 18 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 349

Time for another Morrigan Aensland piece of art this week on the Tale… Now, of course, Morrigan’s largest… assets… are quite prominent. The thing that I look for in art of her is when her curves are used to their best effect. I don’t like “over the top” Morrigan very much and it’s rare when I really like art which shows her that way. This week on the Tale, I think I found one…

Morrigan by AndreParsa

Morrigan by AndreParsa

This art is titled Morrigan and is by an artist on DeciantArt called AndreParsa. You can find the original page with this art here and the artist’s page on DeviantArt is here.

I just think Morrigan looks… playful. The first time I saw this work I honestly thought she had her tongue sticking out and was licking her lips before she snacked on someone… And I just know that for a lot of her fans that particular situation is… interesting.

Lovely detail in this artist’s work, the shadowing of her curves really brings them out well, the colours are vibrant and catch the eye. Her hair is really lovely too, how there is shape and form in it, and after all her hair is quite important to her personality just like her wings and outfit are.

Overall just a beautiful piece of Morrigan art that I really enjoyed…



Sep 17 2014

There aren’t enough zeros in the universe for this costume…

Halloween Red Devil CostumeWhy is it exactly that as we come closer and closer to Halloween all of the worst costumes come out to play? Are things planned out that way? Is it to see what happens when people run out of time and have no other choices? Or is it just to make me cringe in pain…

Sometimes I wonder…

This is called the Halloween Red Devil Costume and it comes with the absolutely awful dress and nothing else. I’m not sure that’s a bad thing really… Oh, and it sells for only $45 US on several sites I found it on…

Really? I mean… really?

Just how much effort was put into creating this disaster anyway? I wonder how many sets of curtains were destroyed to make this misery happen. What’s worse it the expression on the model, she looks just so thrilled to be wearing the entire ensemble isn’t she? Adding the craptacular pitchfork and red wig with horns just pushes this costume into complete incompetence. I cannot see for the life of me any possible way to make this look better… because it can’t possibly be done without throwing the entire thing into a bonfire and watching it burn into cinders…

Can you tell I don’t care for this at all? Even the shoes which don’t come with the costume make me cringe. It almost seems like this costume was created specifically to get a zero from me…

So how can I disappoint?

Zero out of five pitchforks.

And I hope never to see this disaster again… ever.



Sep 16 2014

A Review of Succubus Lost by Tiffany Allee

Succubus Lost by Tiffany Allee

Succubus Lost by Tiffany Allee

The second of two works I am reviewing by the author Tiffany Allee today. You can find my review of Banshee Charmer here and this review will be of the work Succubus Lost.

In the previous work, there was a fleeting glimpse of a Succubus character named Marisol Whitman and mention was given of her younger sister Elaine. The hint of their story was something that I really wanted to know more about and, thankfully, Succubus Lost  lets the reader into their lives.

I believe, quite strongly, that Succubi can be more than others believe them to be. The problem comes when those around you can only see the bad experienced and not the good you present. That can lead to terrible things… but it can also lead to something more.

  • Title: Succubus Lost
  • Author: Tiffany Allee
  • Length: 211 Pages
  • ASIN: B0085YEVNA
  • IBSN: 9781622669295
  • Publishing Date: May 23, 2012
  • This work at

The work tells the story of:

Someone is kidnapping and incinerating otherworlders beyond recognition, and detective Marisol Whitman, a succubus, races to find the murderer before he claims another victim. But her pursuit is derailed when her responsible younger sister vanishes. Marisol suspects foul play and enlists support from an unlikely source: an agent from the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency, Valerio Costa.

When the trail pointing to everyone from vampires to witches dries up, Agent Costa admits to knowing more than he’s shared. Marisol’s sister’s kidnapper harnesses more magic than she can imagine—and they’re running out of time. To find her sister before her powers are drained and twisted beyond recognition, Marisol must connect the dots between cases and put her trust in Costa, a salamander who may burn her before she can solve either case.

The most important thing about his work is… family. What you would do for the ones you love more than anything else. Marisol has a secret, one that eats at her every moment of her life and honestly considering what happened to Eliane that’s completely understandable. The darkness of that past haunts Marisol just about every moment of her life.

While she covers that up well, the other thing that she has to deal with, every single day, is that the people around her don’t see her real worth. She’s smart, she is very good at her job, but that is overshadowed by her being a Succubus. That’s a real problem as no one can really see past that and to who she really is and the worth she has.

Marisol is what I think a Succubus can be. She has made a choice in her life, she lives with it, and she doesn’t do the one thing that marks the lesser of her kind. That makes her more than a lot of other Succubi and, for me, that makes the story so much better a read.

Marisol’s sister Elaine is… well, her past is tragic, there was hints of it in the previous work and in that what happens in this work really pulls at you as the story unfolds. The thing is, and really for me it is the only weak part, there isn’t a lot of her seen and more there isn’t a lot of her personality, who she is, or what she was like coming out. There is one, single, scene when Marisol and Elaine talk which for me at least gave a glimpse of her… But I wanted a lot more. For all that Elaine has been through, I wanted to know what she was going through, what she thought and more. It’s a untold story that I think would have given some depth to her and shown how things turn out better.

The story shows Marisol proving she is more than a pretty face, though at times that part of her needs to come out. But more than that, her emotions, her need to find her sister… Those moments for me were the most powerful by far. It’s also telling in how she has to relate to Valerio and what happens when she finds out about his past. In that comes a simple truth, that sometimes you can’t forgive what’s done and by whom. Not all Succubi are like Marisol and that’s more the tragedy as the complete story comes out.

Like the first work, there are a few red herrings for the plot to go through, but not nearly as many. The work reads a lot tighter as well, the plot keeps moving on with not a lot of time spent in frivolous things.  I thought that the characterization was better as well, Marisol most of all, she being the main character of course, but even so the other main and minor characters seemed to be more fleshed out, more emotionally connected than they were in the first work.

Between the two works, I liked this one better, not just for the focus on Succubi, but for how the tale is told and the deeper level that this universe is presented. The characters are strong, there is a lot of history told and in all of that comes a story that reveals what happens when you let someone into your life and what they can mean to you.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

It really had just about everything I want in a story about Succubi. I just wish that Elaine had appeared more and who she was, not just her history, had been told. Tense, telling, a really gripping read and more. I do recommend this work to see a Succubus being all that she can be in all things.

Again, one final comment, and this is about the cover. The cover I am using in this review is the original one when the work first came out. It’s been replaced, as has the rest of the books in this series, by new covers. To me, the old cover had more of a detective story feel to it than the new cover does. But I suppose that flash sells and the new cover has that. But it does turn me off nonetheless.