Sound the horns and beat the drums – Nightmare Fuel and Bits of Bliss are now available in print copy format. Even better, they’re going to be available signed by the author. (That would be me.)

This is going to be a limited pre-order. It starts today, Wednesday June 13 at 6:30pm EST, and will run until Friday July 13th at 6:30pm EST.

See the top widget on the left, there? With the dropdown and the shiny, candylike golden button? That’s where you want to click, to order your copies. Choose Nightmare Fuel, choose Bits of Bliss, or choose to get them both with a 20% discount on your total order. Shipping should be calculated at checkout. Shipping is based on USPS rates and is currently available domestically and in Canada, the UK, and Australia. If you want to order internationally and are outside these preset areas, drop me a note at bliss@callmebliss.com – I will happily take you money check the USPS shipping cost to your country and plug it into PayPal so you can place your order.

If you want me to include a little message with the signature, I can absolutely do that. 🙂

Please note that the shipping time you select will be how quickly it gets to you from when I ship it, not from the time of your purchased. When the preorder closes, I will be printing and signing and mailing as quickly as I can manage.

If you have any questions, contact me at that email address, and I’ll address it as quickly as I’m able.

More about the books below.

 

The Nightmare Fuel Project really began several years ago, when I started having nightmares. Not that I’d never had nightmares before, mind you – but I’d never had them one on top of another, ceaselessly, all night and every night for days and sometimes weeks on end. It recurred the next year, and the year after that.

It happened regularly enough that I began to refer to the fall as Nightmare Season.

Then at the beginning of Summer 2011 Google opened the invite-only beta of Google+. I was invited, joined (as Bliss Morgan), and managed to meet some really great people, and witness them doing some interesting things. In September, with Nightmare Season looming, I decided to (and posted that I would) write a piece of short horror fiction every day in October, in the hopes that getting the demons out of my head and onto a page or screen where I could see them would help alleviate Nightmare Season somewhat.

People thought this was a fantastic idea.

People wanted to join in.

I welcomed anybody who wanted to participate in any capacity, and set it up that I would post an inspirational image each morning, and anybody so inclined had all day to write something and post it. I was the only one that she felt had to post something every day. I ran it from October 1 to October 31. I had folks who wanted to write, some who just wanted to read and comment, and several who wanted to provide photography or other images.

From that project, I ended up with many short fictions, which I pared down to these fine twenty. I hope that you enjoy the Nightmares.

 

Bits of Bliss contains nine pieces of erotic fiction, ranging from modern times in familiar settings, to long ago and far away, with several stopoffs at strange and unfamiliar lands along the way – and every one exploring hot sex and its connection to our essential humanity and understanding of the world, each other, and ourselves.

That’s right. Hot sex.

Heartscaping – F/F fic involving, of all things, plants. No, not garden vegetables!
Homecoming – M/? fic; home is where the heart is. Especially when you have a sentient house.
Hunting Hound – F/M fic; because this princess needs something more than the usual prince. Mild trigger warnings for (consensual) sexual violence.
The Spy Who… – F/M fic; a message comes in that needs to be revealed through a chemical reaction by the queen and her head spy, by unconventional means.
Everything But – F/M; Marriage can be truly transformative. Sometimes literally.
Fruit of Knowledge, Seed of Truth – F/M/?; a Snow White tale like you’ve never read it before.
Her Master’s Voice – M/F; what’s the dynamic when he’s in charge, and she’s a werewolf that could rip him apart?
Summer Nights – M/F; the man lurking through the summer parties at the lakehouses is not what he seems, and she’s not the usual type either. Of course they gravitate to one another behind the boathouse. Mild trigger warnings for (consensual) sexual violence.
Spaced – ?/F; Lost in space, losing heat. How else to feel alive?