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Throughout June, you can get the ebook of my queer monster romance novel about a closeted man learning self-acceptance and finding love in an eldritch beast: FAR BEYOND THE MOON for 0.99€ -- please support a queer indie author this month, it means the world!

edit: out with the first edition, in with the second! Check it out here!

Get it at playstore | amzn | kobo | BoD | your local library service and more! Read a tumblr snippet here ♡

Oh boy, am I glad this thing got out before Halloween lol

Have you ever seen a 1980s body horror abomination and thought "I want to hold their hand/tentacle/vaguely insect-ish limb"? I sure did, so I wrote a horror love story and decided to publish it as a romance novel! It'd be my honour to introduce you to Christopher and Gyth, eldritch sweethearts ♡

Ooh so excited to do this! Thank you very much for the tag @winglesswriter 💙

I will be answering for Christopher, the MC of Far Beyond The Moon.

Are you named after anyone?

[exhales] Maybe after a grandfather that I didn't get to know? My mother never talked much about our family. Maybe I'll skip this one.

When was the last time you cried?

... Can I skip this one?

Do you have any kids?

Yes! Allison just turned seven. She's just the best. [smiles]

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

When I do say something ironic or sarcastic, people tend to not understand me correctly right away... so I try not to. It's too awkward.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Whether or not they're friendly.

What is your eye color?

Blue! Couple of baby blues.

Any special talents?

I used to play the piano. I don't know if that counts as a talent? [laughs] I do still play the guitar from time to time. And I used to sing.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! [lying]

Where were you born?

Westfield Hospital, Massachusetts. It's the nearest hospital from my hometown Hillsburg.

Do you have any pets?

Sadly no! I would love to have a dog, but I don't have the time. I volunteer at Helping Paw – I don't think you've heard of it, it's a tiny dog shelter just outside of Hillsburg. We've got some amazing dogs there.

How tall are you?

6'1. I'm told I'd be taller if my posture wasn't this bad.

What was your favorite subject in school?

English, if I had to choose, I guess. Loved the theater club though! I was even in a high school band! [laughs]

What is your dream job?

Tough question! I'd love to have my own shelter someday. But the job I'm working right now isn't too bad, so I don't think about... dreams, I guess. Aw, man, that sounds depressing! [laughs]

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Oh my god, that was such fun!! I've only ever answered as the author about the character, so this was very different. Let's tag a few people, but no pressure!

♡ It's time for a spooky sale! Right now is the perfect season for monster romances ♡

If you like...

queer romance with adult characters

1980s body horror and eldritch abominations

classic hurt/comfort and whump

dad humor and bad puns

lots of monster spice

supporting queer indie authors

... then make sure to check out my achillean novel Far Beyond The Moon at playstore | amzn | kobo | Everand | BoD and more! You can get the e-book at a special horror discount until November 15, 2024 – so what are you waiting for?

𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒔

That world’s energy is still in its body. That will guide it back, to that time and place where it has crashed from outside that universe.

The question of wisdom flickers awake once more when the world around it solidifies in all its horrors. But even if this is unwise, it is right.

The mass does not percolate by the trees though, and not by the metal or in the sparks of electricity. Instead, its body oozes onto warm flesh. Heaving, breathing. Crying. Its tears are different from the rain. They are warm and salty and hard to escape from, pulling at the mass’ mind.

What is this connection?

The flesh is not unknown. The creature remembers it from its state of pain, when kindness provided security in the face of death and noise and brightness.

It will guard this flesh, this Human, as it always guards those in need. If this connection is as stable as its dimension, they will find their ways back to each other with but a wish.

This is not fear.

Certitude sinks into the mass, its body and mind and everything in-between.

Christopher is unsure how this is supposed to work. If it was supposed to work at all. But the one thing he knows is: he needs it to work.

Throwing back his head, eyes closed, he uses his left hand to guide Gyth to his dick. Gyth lets him. At first, it feels wrong. Then again, Christopher thinks absentmindedly, people say gay sex is wrong. So, he could just as well be with an eldritch monster in the first place.

His voice is but a breathy hiss when the tentacle slides against his sensitive skin. He gasps as Gyth lifts him up higher, slow and careful, to have better access to his lower half. He curls his tentacle around the base of Christopher’s dick – slick and slow, it twirls around it, to the tip.

Christopher bends his back, fighting the urge to thrust forward. The sensation of Gyth’s hot tentacle is incredible – it gently rubs against the slit on his glans – and then pulls him forward by his cock with just the right amount of force.

Following the motion, back and forth once more, Christopher stifles a moan. His ass is steadied by the powerful bouquet of tentacles behind him, caressing his buttcheeks, twirling around his trembling legs. And arms. He won’t fall down, he’s safe and sound in place.

They quickly find their rhythm. Christopher now gives in to the temptation of looking at Gyth’s giant body in front of him – below him, too. Everchanging shreds of floating flesh, stroking him here and there. The whale song returns, cradling Christopher beautifully in this warm embrace.

Gyth wraps gentle tendrils around his wrists, where he must undoubtedly feel Christopher’s pulse going crazy. When his eyes flutter close again, more tentacles travel up his body. Not to overtake him but to stroke his chest. Gyth attaches suckers to his torso, over his nipples, and starts sucking gently in all those places, sending sparks of pleasure through Christopher’s pliant body.

A loud moan tears from his mouth, followed by labored breaths, and he desperately leans into the touch – God, he feels dirty right now –

Rhythmically, Gyth squeezes his dick. He is beautifully curled around it. He attaches the tiny suckers by the tentacle’s tip to Christopher’s glans to mirror the sucking on his nipples, wet and hot and soft.

He’s so big but his touches so focused, so controlled…

It is unbelievable, Christopher will think later, to be had by an eldritch abomination that he knows could tear him limb from limb but feeling safe under its touch. Not being creeped out. Not caring where up and down is anymore.

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Like what you're reading? This is from the first smut scene of my self-published monster romance novel "Far Beyond The Moon"! You can get it at playstore | amzn | kobo | Everand | BoD and more ☆

I'd by overjoyed if you gave it a try ♡

Christopher and Gyth on goodreads

read another tumblr snippet here

more info about the book here

♡ Spooky sale is continuing! Still need a monster romance to devour this Halloween? ♡

If you like…

queer romance with adult characters

1980s body horror and eldritch abominations

classic hurt/comfort and whump

dad humor and bad puns

lots of monster spice

supporting queer indie authors

… then make sure to check out my achillean novel Far Beyond The Moon at playstore | amzn | kobo | Everand | BoD and more! You can get the e-book at a special horror discount until November 15, 2024 – so what are you waiting for?

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔