There’s only four days left until the crowdfunding campaign for our debut explicit anthology Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica ends on July 20th, which makes it the perfect time to share our last three teasers! Our final teaser post includes teasers from the three authors we haven’t introduced yet: Alec J. Marsh, ilgaksu, and K. Martin!

Author: Alec J. Marsh
Title: A Communion and Other Rituals

Excerpt: 

A stage ran along the back of the room, a hundred tiny disco balls following the line of the curtains. A woman spun on the pole, but the front row was a mix of genders. There was no sign of Sebastian, but in this lighting and with the amount of makeup everyone was wearing, he could have been anyone.

Holly leaned on the bar. A man with a pink mullet, long feather earrings, and a cropped sequin top nodded at her, mixed several bright-blue drinks, and then gave them his full attention.

“What can I do for you, love?” he asked.

“We’re here to meet Sebastian,” Holly said. “Professional business, unfortunately.”

His gaze flicked to the stage, then back to them. “Do you have an appointment?”

“If I did, I would have said.”

The man raised an eyebrow with two rings in it.

“I’m here representing the Seattle coven,” she said. “It’s, uh. Delicate business.”

“I’m sure it is.” He sighed. “Sebastian’s busy tonight. Should I pull him off stage?”

Isaac looked back at the woman upside down on the pole, head thrown back, hair flying, and couldn’t tell if she was Sebastian or not. It made him feel much more at home.

Author: ilgaksu
Title: the thought of men

Excerpt: Allan Lau Fei-Yu isn’t sure when exactly he lost all control over his life. He has a deepening, gnawing suspicion it might have been somewhere between four to six minutes after his birth. He has an even stronger suspicion that any hope of reclaiming it fled screaming about twenty seconds after he walked into the same room as Karl von Betzenstein and his husband.

Author: K. Martin
Title: Lifeline

Excerpt: 

Charlotte crutches back inside, where it’s dark and she’s safe from fluorescents, relieved—and also anxious, somewhere underneath the exhaustion. She can feel little flutters of it, but it’s not as strong as it usually is. They were, after all, bound to find out eventually about her bad days. She settles at her kitchen table with a sigh, leaning her crutches next to her. At least she’s in the kitchen now—closer proximity to food is some kinda progress, right?

“Go on and ask,” she sighs, bracing her elbows on the table, and her face on her hands as Lane settles next to her tentatively. Theresa stays standing in the middle of the kitchen.

There’s a beat of silence before Theresa breaks it. “What do you need right now?”

It’s none of the questions she was expecting.

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