Suckers

By Kaysee Renee Robichaud

Is it getting warm in here? Maybe even hot as hell?

In Suckers, Kaysee Renee Robichaud delivers a pairing of sexy fantasy stories, but she has more up her sleeve than the expected elves, dwarves, and dragons. Here there be con artists armed with mundane scams and magic tricks galore, more than enough to tantalize the rubes and tease even the most jaded skeptic.

With "Suckers", pull up a stool at the local greasy spoon and listen to the revelations of a sexy devil who can deliver your hottest night's desires in exchange for a little bit of your soul. Don't worry about it, though. You aren't using it and won't even miss it when it's gone . . . "Suckers" is a story about self-discovery amidst deception. It's an unlikely confession, a dark fantasy that will get you squirming and yearning for more.

Finally, "Tricksters Are Made, Not Born" tells the story of Donny, the unluckiest man in the city, who gets the opportunity of a lifetime: A briefcase holding all his dreams. Of course, the fellow giving him the case announces he is low key (or is that Loki?), and the deal he offers is almost too good to be true. "If you open the case, you get to keep what's inside. If you have possession of the closed case in thirteen hours, I'll give you ten thousand dollars." There are forces looking for the case, however. People who are a little more super than natural. Will Donny manage to successfully pull off one task from beginning to end? Or will he fall for the charms of blond Guy or dark-haired Handel?

The old saying goes: There's a sucker born every minute. Wouldn't you like to have a little intimate time with two of them? Warning to the wise: One spits, and one swallows.

It's only natural to yearn for something extraordinary: A brush with the divine or the devilish would do. In this micro-collection, Kaysee Renee Robichaud offers both.

HEADS UP: Suckers contains both m/f and m/m erotica. Although it is fantasy, it is definitely not for children.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Twice Told Tales II
• Release date: Jun 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463690222

Kaysee Renee Robichaud

"Kaysee Renee Robichaud ... balances perfect amounts of ... eroticism and adventure." -- Julian van de Camp,Wings of Steam BlogKaysee Renee Robichaud has been publishing her erotica and romantic fiction since 2008, through such well known book pulishers as Circlet Press, Ravenous Romance, Cleis and Alyson Books. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, including the Lambda Award finalist Women of the Bite, edited be Cecilia Tan. An audio version of her story "Adrift" appeared as episode 226 of the Nobilis podcast."Kaysee Renee Robichaud's [writing is] intense, nuanced ... poignant, [and] moving..." -- Sacci Green, Erotica RevealedKaysee Renee has lived all over the United States, but currently resides in southern Texas, where the winters are actually a lot like her childhood autumns. The summers, though, are pretty rough. She is eternally grateful for air conditioning, though a little sweat is good for the fiction."Kaysee Renee Robichaud [tells] a ... playful story, written in a breezy style." -- Jean Roberta, Erotica Revealed

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SUCKERS

Two hot as hell fantasies of desire and deception

By Kaysee Renee Robichaud

SUCKERS

No matter how often the warning signs flash or the cautionary tales get told, sooner or later someone always decides to summon the devil to ask, more often than not, for something they could get themselves if they only bothered to apply a little hard work or have a little patience. Unfortunately, gratification needs to be faster than instant in the twenty first century; it needs to be prescient. I suppose I cannot complain, since I get work. I am a devil after all.

Not The Devil, of course. Once the franchise was started and took off, Capital T-The Capital B-Boss seldom makes public appearances. He's too busy counting his lucre and preparing expansion plans or market share boosts or whatever. I am what you might call a mid-grade, mid-career climber. I have my eyes on the prize of upper management, when offices don't have to be shared and the windows offer lovely views of the sulfur pits, but for now I hustle and con to the best of my ability. Mortals like yourself are not the wisest lot, typically, but all of your kind aren't completely mindless sheep. Take yourself, for instance. You're a smart one, I can tell. You haven't spun around on your stool, leapt for the club car's door, and run away screaming into the streets yet, have you?

Of course, my animal magnetism is pretty sweet, no? I am beautiful, wouldn't you say? Of course, I am! That's not ego talking either. It's the quality of my house that I can appear as whatever you want to see. By house, I of course mean my kind of devil since there are a lot of different types. Like a tulpa, I'm made of ethereal stuff that only takes shape when in the presence of a powerful desire. Your world is tugged between a hundred powerful desires and all before breakfast. So, whether you were interested in dead sexy goats wearing fishnets or cute little teeny bopper, bobby soxers with perky tits and an ass that tasted like vanilla ice cream or a daddy with a five o'clock shadow and an erection longer than a baby's arm or a bookish girl with chunky glasses that hide her face and her dark, sassy side, well then guess what? I can give it to you.

Do one of those things interest you? Hmmm? I'm getting a little hint of something. A little twinge of curiosity. Maybe there's a wee, small, tiny, in-sig-nif-i-cant part of your headspace that wonders, yearns, desires? Baby, I can make it happen.

Sorry for the hard sell. I'm not here on business. I came in for a little lunch just like you. I like diners like this, greasy spoons they used to be called. I especially like it when the booths are full and there are only seats at the counter. Times like now: Lunch rush, dinner rush. It's all about the quickies. You never know who you might sit down next to, am I right?

I make it a point to