Centaur of Attention

By C.B. Archer

The once elitist College of United Monsters (C.U.M.) is still falling on hard times. In order to stay afloat it had been forced to allow humans to register. Humans, in a monster school? Preposterous! Also, monsters were discovered to exist and that is still a bigger shock to the world than one monster school allowing humans to enroll.

Hugh Min is not a regular ridiculous human. Instead, he is a human that was adopted as a young child by a family of yeti. Hugh has more problems than the average student—an insatiable level of emotional angst, an insatiable appetite for snack foods, and an insatiable...whole lot of other problems. Will Hugh be able to successfully bridge two impassible college gaps, one between the sporty jocks and the geeky geeks, and the other against monsters and humans? Only by gaining access to the most sacred of all places—a centaur’s closet—will this question be answered.

Honestly, it serves him right for having a crush on an easily punned monster type and attending monster college.

Centaur of Attention is a 14,000-word novella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deep Desires Press
• Release date: Oct 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463735015

C.B. Archer

C.B. Archer is a novelist who lives happily in the sunny Okanagan Valley, nestled in Canada (America’s Hat).He maintains a regular secretive existence in the real world, and at night writes filthy filthy things that would make even the most experienced librarian change to Blush Shade #6 (The highest of the shades).

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Centaur of Attention

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

The End

About C.B. Archer

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Centaur of Attention

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Copyright © 2018 by C.B. Archer

Cover art copyright © 2018 by C.B. Archer

Cover design copyright © 2018 by Story Perfect Dreamscape

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Published October 2018 by Deep Desires Press, an imprint of Story Perfect Inc.

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Chapter One

Beginners’ Story Set-Up 101

Splash! The half-full cooler of Crocassist® was dumped over Scott’s body. The blue raspberry liquid ran down his tight-fitting football jersey and caused it to cling even more to his muscular torso than the hard-earned sweat had done already. Each wonderful muscle was perfectly outlined by the succulent sport drink and if someone looked carefully, they could even make out the forms of rock hard abdominals. Scott laughed and tossed his luscious curls to and fro to spray some of the delightful drink across the happy faces of his victorious comrades.

Scott, the quarterback of the team, was doing something amazing — he was taking his jersey off. Due to the sticky fluid and sweat, each cruel inch of the jersey clung hard, but with a sweet release, they unleashed the perfect torso unto the world.

A bottle was handed to Scott by the team’s waterboy and as he lifted it to his heroic lips to guzzle back the precious dew, the setting sun outlined his body with a perfect glow. Every toned muscle was in perfect silhouette. A subtle hint of cheery nipples basked in the setting sun to delight all who viewed them. Lance Dolphini, star merman running back of the team and all around prankster, snuck up on Scott and squeezed his bottle hard. Gushes of liquid sprung forth and not even perfect Scott could handle them. Dribbles of the new fluid ran down Scott’s needful chest, then crested his desirable stomach, swirling down his quivering flanks, and presumably onto the areas not mentioned, hidden from the light of the idyllic sun with a thin modesty wrap. If you looked hard enough at the silhouette of the muscular centaur god, you could almost make out a shape under there, thanks to the glimmering sunlight, and it had to be aching for much-needed release. The shadows certainly showed the sexual needs of Scott and whispered of his true purpose in life. How he could mount the most needful of participants and plow into them with his hu—

A hand interrupted the lustful moment by reaching over and closing Hugh’s mouth shut.

Now I see why you suddenly developed an interest in sports.

Hugh replied with some broken word fragments, but his eyes were still locked hard on the centaur of his attention. All attempts at resuscitation were ignored until finally a barrage of finger snaps in front of his face almost broke Hugh out of his multiple-paragraph-long wet-centaur fantasy.

Hubble gurp? was all that the still cross-eyed Hugh could say until a shoulder shake finally brought him fully back from the brink of a permanent erotic comatose state.

I said, the voice repeated, that I think I figured out why you were so enthusiastic about coming to the football game for the first time ever.

What? No. Hugh managed to get out a few real words this time, but his eyes were