Oct 06 2015

A Review of Ganged By Demons by Mina Wyndam

Ganged By Demons by Mina Wyndam

Ganged By Demons by Mina Wyndam

A review of another new series today on the Tale, but one that, at least for me, is lacking a lot of things. As the opening to a series there needs to be something there and a hot flash really doesn’t quite manage that alone.

To write a hot flash can be done with a lack of plot, character, and even, to a point, just be focused on the sex and nothing more. The thing is, if that is all which is offered at the beginning of a series, what is there to draw a reader back into the series when the next work appears?

Sex alone does not a series make, no matter how well written that erotica might be.

This work tells the story of:

Lynette can’t get what she wants from just one man, or any man. The pleasure she craves can only be provided by demons. Her dreams summon them, and these bad boys literally from hell plunge her into the depths of never-ending pleasure, and claim her as their succubus.

Lynette finds herself surrounded by incubi who take her and use her in all of the ways that make her scream. Given a choice which isn’t one, she falls and becomes their plaything. For Lynette, that dream becomes her reality and more.

The work is a short, hot flash that moves directly into the erotica with little told of Lynette, the main character, and next to nothing about the group of what appears to be incubi having their way with her. There’s really no character development, no understanding of what brought Lynette to where she is, and overall it is slightly confusing.

Being a hot flash, Lynette is immediately at the mercy of the incubi, they doing all sorts of things to her, taking her further and further into her orgasms and then the story takes a slightly darker turn. The incubi give Lynette a simple choice, which really isn’t and she is then taken again, being changed into what the incubi desire of her.

As a whole the story’s erotica was somewhat stereotypical, the incubi were as well as a whole. It was difficult to care about what was happening because there wasn’t a lead into the story, it just jumped directly into Lynette being taken, over and over again. Her thoughts were more about what she was feeling, her mind being scattered, and just agreeing, or more accurately, pleading, for more from the incubi.

Being that the work was mainly about the erotica, and there was little plot or substance otherwise, that didn’t do much for me. This is not a good thing considering it is the first work in a series, at least from the note at the end of this work it is. It left a thin impression on me, I didn’t feel a need to continue in the series and that shouldn’t be.

There needs to be a hook in this work beyond the erotica. Telling something of Lynette’s life, explaining how she came to be with the incubi, even showing more about what happens to Lynette when she is changed in the story, beyond her hand changing colour, would add a lot to this work.

Focusing on the erotica alone isn’t enough and being as short as this work is does not help as well. More story, more depth, and more meaning would improve this a lot and, as well, I think help direct the next work in the series. I hope the next work tells more than another moment of Lynette being used by those around her. There’s more story here, it needs to be told.

I’ll give this work two and a half out of five pitchforks.

All kinds of erotica, but little told of the characters, how things came to be, and little plot save for the sex. For a series that’s rather a thin thing and I didn’t feel like I had a connection to the characters or a desire to continue with the series.

More story among the erotica would be a good thing.



Oct 06 2015

A Review of From Spark To Flame by Vicky Payne

From Spark To Flame by Vicky Payne

From Spark To Flame by Vicky Payne

A review of the first work in the Incubus Dreaming series by Vicky Payne today on the Tale. It is a story about an Incubus, a human, and the odd things that happen when one cannot believe in oneself… on both sides.

There are the things we see within ourselves that define who we are. If not to the world around us, then within ourselves. They speak of our insecurities, needs, hopes, wants and, if we allow it, our desires.

It is these things that shape who we are, not necessarily what we are. The two can be very different things if we are not capable of accepting all that we are.

Sometimes it takes shaking the foundations to be able to see there might be something more within ourselves if we are willing to try. It is the trying that is, after all, the most trying of times…

This work tells the story of:

After a disastrous relationship with a con artist leaves her up to her ears in debt and doubting that love exists, curvy Abigail Crane moves to a coastal town to start over. When the reclusive Billionaire Caledon Ambrose appears at the architecture firm where she works, she’s shocked by just how attracted she is to the masculine, alpha male that he is. Still, she tries to ignore her silly crush on the utterly unobtainable guy, until she begins to have sizzling, electric wet dreams about him. There’s something more than natural about Cale, and she’s not sure if she wants to find out what. Abby moved to the coat to escape her past, but she never really believed she’d find her future…

Caledon Ambrose is over eight hundred years old, and jaded in every possible way. A half-incubus, he’s had plenty of time to earn himself riches, to experience every kind of sordid, depraved pleasure available to mankind, and come to the conclusion that he will spend his immortality alone. But a vision of a woman he’s never seen taunts him, and when he discovers that she’s the secretary of his architect, he’s more than shocked. Unwilling to admit the power a mere mortal has over him, Cale tries to convince himself she’s nothing more than a mousy, shy creature. But there’s something about Abby, and his mind reaches to hers and enmeshes them both in delicious, sensual dreams he cannot control. Will he be able to burn out his desire for her by experiencing these bondage fantasies with her? Or will they both spiral down into a whirlpool of passion that threatens to disrupt every facet of his existence?

Abby is firing her way back out of a terrible situation on her own. It isn’t just the things that happened to ruin her life, but more it was the words spoken that turned out not to be true that have done the most damage. Cale appears, there is a literal spark, and Abby’s dreams change. For that matter so do Cale’s as well. But it is Cale’s secrets that bind them both, even if neither can see the bindings themselves.

There’s quite a lot of world building in this work which is mixed nicely with some hot little flashes of erotica between the two main characters. As the story unfolds, the thoughts of both Cale and Abby become real in a lot of ways. By that I mean the characters have depth, purpose, and meaning in their own ways. It isn’t simply a matter of telling a rote story, aiming to push the two characters together. There’s a struggle, some moments where they clash, try to understand what is happening, and I liked that because it made for character development that I enjoyed.

Abby’s background is as detailed as Cale’s and it told a story that I think set out the rest of the book well, explained why she acted the way she did, and much of her own being. I enjoyed the fact her real emotions came out in the work, that she didn’t act the same in every single moment she appeared. More interesting was how her dreamself and her real self differed as much as they did, which actually brought me to wonder about exactly who Abby is. There’s a little bit of mystery around her, some of which Cale comments on, and if I am correct in my thinking, I think that’s the more interesting story to tell.

Cale himself is a part-incubus, and as such he doesn’t act as the stereotypical incubus might in a story like this. There is a moment when his true form appears, wings, horns and… hooves. While I don’t care for the hooves, the mental image is unique in its own way and that was nice to see. But he is very single-minded at times, tending to force away a lot of things that, given a clear frame of mind, he should realize means something to him. But there’s more “refusing” of his being in this work and trying to overcome the attraction he has for Abby than there needs to be.

It’s a battle of wills within Cale, and the end result tempers a lot of the story. I’m not sure that works well, but if there will be a second book, and it appears so, then that part of the plot arc will be interesting in how he deals with it. Coupled to that, there are a lot of little hints about Cale as well that don’t quite play out in this work. They are a clear hook into the next and I hope they are used well there.

The erotica falls into a series of dreamscapes in which Cale has his way with Abby, but as well, she responds to that in an active, not passive way, and it was that blending of dominant personalities that I think held me in the work. There isn’t so much a “use” on Abby as it is Cale being drawn to her, seeking out her needs and fulfilling them.

There are some minor issues in the work, a few spelling errors, but nothing serious. One section of the work when Abby was being pulled in several directions at once felt overdone and didn’t add a lot I felt to the story. But the erotica is well written, the characters are quite strong and powerful, and the story, while leaning on the rather popular “billionaire finding love” trope, manages to keep things from going over the top, becoming silly, or worse, a soap opera instead of a real story. Here story matters, it drives everything else and I enjoyed that a lot.

Four out of five pitchforks.

An interesting story well told. Good characters, a nice air of mystery, discovery, and in some ways, a hauntingly direct need to not believe in the possible. I like the beginning, I hope the follow book is as good as this one was.

Most of all, I want to see if my thoughts about Abby herself, the clues that I seem to see, are the ones that I believe them to be and where that takes both her and Cale.



Oct 05 2015

3,000 Tales – The Book by TeraS

Today marks the 3,000th thought, idea, comment, or some other thing that I have posted on the Tale. I have, to be honest with myself, a lot of stories that are unfinished here on the Tale already, and, as well, there are a lot of unfinished stories that I have not placed here.

There are stories I want to tell, but, I never think they are good enough, or I have other problems with them that make me set them aside and put them away, perhaps to be seen again when I have some inspiration … or something.

I feel like that is a problem for me. I feel like what I do share isn’t really as good as it could be, should be. I never see that my writing is something that tells a good story, that there is something within the words that matters in some way, shape or form.

However, sometimes, just sometimes, there are stories that manage to get out past my fingers that are close to what I’d like to say …


The Book
By TeraS


The book came into existence with the cover: two thin pieces of bound leather, the space in-between a void, without form or substance. When it appeared, it seemed lost, forlorn, out of place. On the front cover was a symbol, carved into the leather with a loving hand, an expression of the things that would appear within.

There was to be love, passions, desires … the things that mattered in the moments that they did so. There was to be amusement, a bit of teasing. Of course there would be seduction, temptation, the needs of the soul in all of the things that the symbol on the cover told.

The cover had been sketched upon, the leather cut, burnished, shaped until there was the clear image of a familiar red heart that bore a pair of small, cute horns and a mischievous tail: her symbol, the one that meant something to her, to those that knew of it, that understood what it meant for the always.

Turning the fragile, almost barely-there creation over, on the rear there was no symbol. Instead a feminine hand had etched into the leather a series of words. The script flowed; the loops, arcs, swirls and lines were a mirror of the mind that controlled that hand. To some, the words might seem jumbled, disordered—perhaps a reflection of the way in which her mind raced at speeds that her hands could not keep up with, of how the thoughts, needs, stories within wanted to get out, be told, be shared for the simple reason that they needed to be. But in spite of how messy they might be, there were things to tell and the back cover, the words upon it, tried to tell them as best they could be.

For uncounted time, more than the book itself could know, nothing changed. The book remained as it was, a cover, nothing within to be held by it. No pages telling of dreams, no paragraphs of desires. No thoughts or words there for they had not come into being.

Then, somehow, things started to change. A single sheet, a thin page with a little line of story upon it, materialized from nowhere, standing straight up between the open covers, finally being bound to them. The page then fell down, resting upon the inside back cover where it could be read.

And it was.

The page then turned over, lying upon the inside front cover. On the back of the page, another few lines appeared, another bit of story, of thought, of meaning materializing there. The words were rushed, talking about needs and temptations: a tale of the beginning, where all books must start.

For a time the page was alone between the covers. The words were there to be seen, but so few, so little, that it might have well been the covers alone still. Then, once more, things changed. Pages started to appear, one after the next, attaching themselves to the cover, falling one way, then the other, each page allowing the next to appear.

The pages were full of errors: spelling mistakes, grammar that didn’t fit, dialog that was laughable, to be kind. But the pages kept coming, the words upon them expressing the thoughts of the mind that drew them there. And the thoughts were so profound, so amazing, so inspiring that none of what the world called “errors” truly mattered … except in her mind.

After a time, again, the pages changed. Mixed among the stories came images, expressions of fantasies that spoke not in a shout, but in a soft purr that drew others to the words that seemed to have sired the images. The images purred, but the words sang of seduction, how it felt to submit, to allow her to touch, to caress, to whisper of the fantasies unspoken but to the one who held them within.

Still the pages came, the stories with their mistakes, the odd thing not expressed in the right way. The book became thick with the pages, the spine widening to accommodate the pages that continued to appear.

Then the ink upon the pages, usually black in colour, was met with the occasional burst of red, red that drew attention to the little mistakes, clarified the thoughts, took the stampede of thoughts that came from her mind and settled them into their places. The red was mixed with the black, as in the same way that it had been within the stories themselves. The words became more than they had been, the meaning behind them clearer.

Perhaps, from time to time, the red that was guided by another hand paused, considered if the meaning of the words, the passions within, the desires, the temptations, were changed in some way by the red. The black never did so, not once. The black on the pages bound itself to the red, the two merging, the black now shining with the red within, the words now a reflection, fully, of the red and black that dwelled within the mind that told the stories and continued in doing so.

The book was no longer a forlorn thing. It held more than just words and images. Between the pages things started to appear, items that bookmarked moments in the storytelling that flourished there: a single white feather, a leather collar, a pair of red socks; things that made sense only to the mind that saw them, but were part of what made the words themselves, the stories, the meaning, everything to her.

The book was a little worn around the edges now, having being paged through so many times. Some of the older pages were dog-eared, others turning colour slightly. But the words remained, not fading, not changing from what they held and meant for all time. If anything, somehow, they became more vivid with each reading. They told of the wishes of the mind that wrote them, how she wished to do the right thing, to be the best she could be, for that mattered the most of all. Within the words, mixed in a way that wasn’t always clear to others, was a silent hope, a wish, one that she would never know.

The book was special, more so than might have been first understood. It was more than a book, it was a portal between the worlds, between two souls, forever connected. It was … and it was more.

Where the book rested, awaiting the next page to be added, a slim feminine hand reached out to turn the page. Her blue eyes read the words, her soft lips smiled as she saw the meaning of them. Her red, heart-tipped tail moved to touch the book, to touch the things between the pages. She laughed at the moments she was meant to, sighed a little at the thoughts of the one that wrote the words, and marvelled at those words.

She brushed a stray lock of her blond hair behind one ear, in a way that the soul that wrote the words would recognize as being where she gained that particular quirk of character. She wished that she was there, to tell what she thought, to explain that the words didn’t have to so perfect as they were meant to be. For they already were, in the most important way.

Another page appeared, being attached to the book, the stories continuing.

She smiled, reading her daughter’s thoughts. Knowing that the stories were not done, the need to share, to offer, to give of herself would never come to a close. For the book would always have room, between the covers, to tell more of what she wanted to say.

Being Tera’s mother, she would always know those stories, for the book would see to that …

… always …

Oct 04 2015

A Review of Evil Lust by Darla Dunbar

Evil Lust by Darla Dunbar

Evil Lust by Darla Dunbar

If a story summary mentions a succubus, a reader would expect that a succubus appears in the work they are considering. Beyond that, if the succubus in the summary seems to be a focal point of the story, then one might expect her to speak, be described, and if nothing else, at least be there in the story, to mean something and to do something in it.

However, when the succubus appears for two paragraphs, isn’t described, doesn’t say a word, and the battle with the heroine isn’t even described as well… That’s quite disappointing. When things like this happen my question is: What was the point of the succubus being in the story in the first place?

This work tells the story of:

Henry and Claire are meant to be together. But a succubus has taken over Henry’s actions. Under her spell, Henry has succumbed to lusting after Charlotte, the human form that the succubus has assumed. If Claire were to find out, then their marriage will be ruined beyond repair. It is up to Valtina to break the succubus’ spell and clear Henry’s memory of any guilt that would haunt his love for Claire forever.

Valtina is working with others to stop evil from taking love away from the world. Being successful so far, she is given the task to save a couple who’s love is being threatened by a succubus. She is warned it will not be easy, that she is facing her greatest challenge so far and is determined to win for the sake of love.

I was expecting a story in which a succubus appeared, there was some kind of conflict followed by a resolution by the heroine to save the day and then the story would continue from there. I expected to learn something about the succubus herself, why she picked this couple, and even beyond that, an explanation about what else was going on with the evil that seems to be in this work.

I thought that as I was coming into this work in the middle of a series, that would be a problem, but there’s enough told about what is going on that I didn’t feel like I was lost in the story as a whole. Where I did get lost was how quickly the succubus appeared, then vanished, and the rest of the work turned into an extended love scene.

That’s a problem because, reading the summary, I expected the succubus to be core to the story, to be in the work for a significant part of it. I thought there would be a description of her, there isn’t only her eyes turning red is told. I thought she would speak, talk to the heroine, something, but that didn’t happen either. Not one word was spoken. Being that the succubus was supposed to be the equal of the heroine, I thought there would be some sort of battle for control, a moment where the heroine would be in peril, something. Again this didn’t happen. The “fight” was one sentence and then it was over, the heroine leaving to continue dealing with the husband and wife while another character was dropped in to deal with the succubus.

From the point of view of wanting to read about a succubus in some sort of way, this work didn’t manage that. Because of this, it was difficult to see the reason for the succubus to be in the story in the first place. This is not really a story with a succubus, it is a story with a passing mention of one.

Setting that aside, the balance of the work was uneven, the dialog was a little stilted, read oddly, and if you spoke the dialog out loud it didn’t really fit well. The story read very much like a romance novel with the heroine of the book being a voyeuristic part of the overall plot once her role in “saving” the marriage was over. There really wasn’t much that held me in the story, and even when more of the overall plot came out and some of the secrets of the heroine came out that wasn’t enough to keep my interest.

Two pitchforks out of five.

Little appearance of a succubus, a story that didn’t hold me. There needs to be more substance than just the erotica and here that wasn’t to be seen…



Oct 04 2015

A Review of Muff Diving Massage by Katz O’Connor

Muff Diving Massage by Katz O'Connor

Muff Diving Massage by Katz O’Connor

Sometimes I shake my head when I read the titles of some published works. The title is obviously meant to garner attention, to be titillating, to draw attention. Then, generally, the book summary is so far over the top to be almost laughably so. Sometimes all that does is reinforce that the work itself isn’t much and one shouldn’t expect much from it.

The problem is, however, when the actual writing, story, heat and characters are so much better and deserve a better title and book summary to give the work a chance to succeed. That can make a huge difference and it is one that should be. Because.

  • Title: Muff Diving Massage
  • Author: Katz O’Connor
  • Length: 26 Pages
  • Publishing Date: November 20, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

A mysterious, otherworldly lesbian massage parlour that redefines happy endings! Perky birthday girl Amy is as straight as they come, and ecstatic after her boyfriend surprises her with a ticket to the mysterious new massage parlour with a secret. However, Amy soon finds herself slowly succumbing her stripped, oiled body on the massage table to a persuasive, hit lesbian masseuse with a wicked tongue! With the tables turned on Amy, when this raw, raunchy happy ending comes, she might leave with new priorities – and a boyfriend who’ll just have to go!

Amy gets a gift from her boyfriend for a spa visit. She finds her way there and discovers that the spa isn’t what she expected it to be. And after the Madame and the Masseuse finish with Amy, she’s not the Amy that she was before.

The story is a bit unclear on what the two women that Amy encounters are exactly. Considering that their names are Lucy and Lily, and what Lucy does to Amy, it is entirely possible that they are Succubi, but that really isn’t touched on very much in the story. They are both very sexual in nature and poise, which comes out really well in the story, but overtly there is no sign of tails or horns or other things that really prove this to be true.

The story is, as a whole, a hot flash with a good deal of story to tell and I feel that worked quite well. The story leading up to Amy’s encounter is very well done and I liked that part of the work very much. The heat in the hot flash is very good with a bit of what seems to be mind control erotica mixed into things, and it is that subtle mind control that, for me, makes Lucy very much a Succubus and that is true of Lily as well.

The work is very well written and I enjoyed the story as a whole up until the climax of the work and most of the aftermath where questions are asked and Amy’s view of the universe is changed and she is as well in many ways. Where things fall apart for me is the last page of the story which really makes no sense and doesn’t really add anything to the story. The ending feels wrong, goes off on a tangent and as such just hurts what otherwise is a well told and hot story.

That shouldn’t have been and really if the story ended in the moment when Amy’s views of herself and her world just start to change that would have been perfect. But the story goes that little bit too much further and it shows.

I’d like to see more about this universe however, not so much Amy but rather Lily and Lucy if for no other reason than to define who they are, what they are, and what their relationship is. I think that would be a really good series in many ways.

Three out of five pitchforks.

Get rid of the title and the summary. This isn’t an adult movie, there is a lot more to this work than that and that is what should be the emphasis. The story stands on its own, it works well, and it is a lovely, passionate hot flash. But there is much that takes away from that before the first word is read and that shouldn’t happen.



Oct 04 2015

A Review of Jade, Cody, And The Two Succubi by Joyce Melbourne

Jade, Cody, And The Two Succubi by Joyce Melbourne

Jade, Cody, And The Two Succubi by Joyce Melbourne

Sometimes the events in a story are confused. By that I mean it is somewhat unclear to understand who, or more often, what they are at a particular moment. Sometimes the title of a story confuses things further when the reader expects one thing because of the title and instead something different seems to be happening in the work.

There can be wonderful heat, and a mystery to think about which both make the story better that’s true. But confusing the reader doesn’t always work well even if the mystery is supposed to do so.

  • Title: Jade, Cody, And The Two Succubi
  • Author: Joyce Melbourne
  • Length: 10 Pages
  • ASIN: B00PYW3YT8
  • Publishing Date: November 20, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

When a couple finds their sex drive lacking, a nighttime visitation by a ghostly being or two, surprises them both.

Jade and Cody have been together for some time, but of late the bliss they have enjoyed is waining, ebbing away, turning to dust. A chance meeting over a newspaper and things change as a new entity enters their lives and kindles their passions in different ways.

Overall the work is a hot flash piece of erotica that reads more like a ghost story. There is a twist in the story that I thought worked really well at the end, but with that came a lot of questions and some confusion I felt in the aftermath of that. Some of the ideas and assumptions made in the story don’t quite fit with the story title and that’s a bit of a shame.

The main part of the confusion for me is in the story title which says there should be two succubi in this story. At one point Jade asks her unseen visitor if they are male or not and the answer given seems to say that they are male. As such, at least one incubus appears in this story. Later on Cody has some intimate moments with another being, and it’s quite clear that they are female. So, sadly, the title of this work doesn’t quite connect with the story itself.

Still, the story has a lot of mystery mixed into the erotica, which I liked, and in doing so a really good story comes into play. There isn’t quite enough time spent on the questions raised at the beginning of the story, and in part some of those questions revolve around the explanation of what an incubus is. It’s also a bit frustrating that nothing is mentioned about what a succubus is, and more importantly, if they are different in their needs and desires than what an incubus wants.

What results from this confusion and mysteriousness in the story is that the story gets pushed to the side when the erotica begins. The passions in those moments are wonderfully told, the characters change, slightly, but they do emotionally, and the twist in the story comes at a point which is unexpected and neatly told.

The problem is that while the erotica is well done, the story isn’t brought out as much as it could have been I think. There are a lot of missed opportunities to tell a wider story, to delve into the mystery of what is happening around Jade and Cody. The work reads very much like an opening chapter to a longer work that pauses on a revelation and then… it ends. That’s a shame and I do wish that the author had written more than what is given.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

While this is a complete story as it stands, it is, tragically, far too short. The characters are well told, the mystery is fascinating and the questions left in the aftermath of the passions in the story are many and more. Building on all that is given would, I think easily, make for a far better and richer story.



Oct 03 2015

A comparison of Succubus colouring

A YouTube today of an artist colouring another artist’s line art that I thought was interesting, and rather informative for me at least. What’s more interesting is that they also linked to the original colours and I think that comparison is something to ponder over…

And if you cannot see the video here, please try this link:


Here are the two works of art to compare, the original is on the left and the one in the video is on the right.

You can find the original work here on DeviantArt, and the second work can be found on DeviantArt here.

I have to admit that I am rather torn between the two versions of this art. While the original has a lovely mood to it, the second work I like for the striking colours. I think that the darker colours mute the art itself a bit, almost hiding some of the art in the shadows. I wonder about merging the two ideas: Dark background and light succubus herself. It might be a better look but I’m not really sure…

But as I said, I really don’t know which version I like better as they both, in their own ways, appeal to me… Indecision is a lovely thing isn’t it?