It's hard enough to make a living as a sorceress in the modern world, but when Monica Devlin takes on a client whose mother was murdered and her collection of mystical artifacts stolen, things get far more complicated. Finding the thief and murderer will lead Monica on an erotic journey through the magical underbelly of her city that places her in the middle of an ancient rivalry of goddesses. She'll also have to navigate problematic relationships, both old and new, that are determined to disrupt her search for a powerful object with the ability to control the mind of any woman.
Sorceress in the City is a 30,000 word erotica novella full of mind control (both consensual and forced), lesbian sex, and dom/sub relationships.
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / LesbianOriginally released in September 2023, it's sold more than a hundred copies in ebook. It's done well in sales events that target erotica and romance readers and has been adapted into paperback and audiobook (human voice only). While it was available for Kindle Unlimited, it had more than 16,000 pages read. No AI was used in the creation of this story or its cover art.
My mothers warned me it wouldn’t be easy to make a living off my magic.
Perfecting my skills meant neglecting more practical talents like balancing my checking account or riding a bicycle. The ability to commune with the dead, levitate a car, and compel someone to tell the truth sounds amazing (and it is), but finding a way to make money using magic…
Yeah, that’s the real trick.
That’s what led me to my favorite bar downtown. The sign on the outside of the place identifies this as The Lake, but that’s just for the normal people. For them, this place is a small dive bar no bigger than my living room. The drink selection fits on a coaster, and the service comes with a free side of surliness.
There’s a connecting room just past the bathrooms that looks like a small library. The room is so tiny that its three walls are each made up of a narrow bookshelf. A bouncer stands by the door and if you don’t know the password, you don’t get in.
Tonight’s bouncer is a woman with arms so muscular they could break my head open like a nutcracker. Her hair runs down her back in a long, pink braid. I once had my short, brown hair dyed that color, but I can’t afford the indulgence these days.
“Private party.” She doesn’t bother raising a hand to stop me, because she recognizes me.
“I left my sword at home.” I don’t own a sword, but that’s the password for the week.
The bouncer steps aside and let’s me enter. I push on the bookshelf on the far wall. It slides open and admits me to the bar within the bar: Avalon.
The subdued glow of candlelight and a woman’s voice singing “The Nearness of You” greets me.
There aren’t many places in this city where the magical and mythical among us can gather and be open about ourselves, but Avalon is one of them.
