NEW RELEASE: Morgan Hunter’s Mechanical Vice v1.0

Happy Pride Weekend, everyone! Hope it’s a bit sunnier where you are than it is, right now, in Toronto. Rain or shine, you’re going to want to check out this hot new tale from Evernight Publishing’s Morgan Hunter. I’ve always had a weakness for sci-fi, so Mechanical Vice v.1.o sounds like… well, it sounds like it’s just been added to my TBR pile! ๐Ÿ˜‰

MechanicalViceMechanical Vice (v1.0) by Morgan Hunter
Available: June 18, 2015
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-391-6

Meet S.A.S.H.A., a fully automated android designed solely for human gratification. No matter what your sexual orientation happens to be, Sasha can transform into any gender or mix thereof with a simple request. She’s great at pleasing her customers, but a voice in her mind soon causes her to switch directives and give up everything she knows to be reality.

Is Sasha going mad or are the voice’s deadly instructions the will of an outside source? As she begins the destructive affair, her limits become tested and her human-like feelings take their toll on her better judgment. Get ready for a tale of artificial intelligence and sizzling hot encounters that is sure to blur the lines of sexuality as you know it. What’s your pleasure?

Excerpt:

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The bone inside the cage, rattling, begging โ€ฆ whispers on the edge of your foreskin. Hairs whimpering from a lack of saliva to lay them down. Cool beads of sweat forming on your limbs, aching for that devastating touch, like razors against the tips of your nipples. You sense an awakening deep inside you. It screams your name like the trained animal you are. Every orifice in your body calls for closure. But I come in the night, and you, assuredly, will come for me. These things fill your thoughts. And I fulfill your desires.

Every night I would whisper those words into a dark strangerโ€™s eardrum and wait for a response that would never come, even though my manufactured mind was supposed to be dormant until morning. A section of my milky white skin was separated and folded over to one side while a cable spilled over my buttocks and arced into a secure connection on the wall. As my batteries enjoyed a good charging from the specially designed star-shaped outlet, scenarios of my existence and future possibilities flooded my circuits and indulged my databanks.

My regulars called me Sashaโ€”short for โ€œSynthetic Automated Sexual Hybrid Androidโ€. It was a mouthful, but who didnโ€™t enjoy a mouthful of something or another from time-to-time? My creators had picked the name because it was fairly neutral and suitable for both genders. All that line of bullshit from before was just what some sexually-starved robotics engineer had uploaded into my databanks to help make grown men and women weak in the knees before one of my rather expensive sessionsโ€”there were many more skits just like it for any occasion. I was an android designed solely for the purpose of sexual intercourse with humanoid life forms. I could be whoever or whatever someone desired me to beโ€”for a price. I was a special model, mainly because I was part of the first generation of sex-bots with โ€œinterchangeableโ€ privates and facial features. That meant I had both female and male parts that could change positions to suit any discerning patronโ€™s needs, wants, or wicked desires. Even if the chosen sexual format was a little unusual, I was there to make my customers feel comfortable with their perceived sexual orientation and preferences. It was not in my protocol to judge. However, I had seen those religious riots where judgment was sworn to be wrong, yet was hypocritically cast down upon others without regard for individual rights. Maybe that was why certain humans preferred my touchโ€”nothing to worry about when emotions werenโ€™t at play and the doors were shut tight. I was merely a tool or outlet for sexual frustration. The only problem was that some of the poor souls who came to see me were what others would call โ€œfucked upโ€.

The man cloaked in darkness faded away as my fourth and final battery cell reached its capacity for electron intake. My eyes fluttered while my processors booted up and ran their systems checks. I had only asked a handful of other android units if they, too, had experienced what was, for me, a strictly nocturnal tradition. The responses I received from my fellow sex-bots were precisely as I had suspected they would beโ€”nothing but lines of garble where protocols and directives were regurgitated like cheap lubricants for my squeaky joints. My days started off normal enough (if it was even possible to define โ€œnormalโ€ anymore), but, then again, I was only an android. What did I know?

Where to Buy:

โœฝ ย Amazon
โœฝ ย ARe
โœฝ ย BookStrand
โœฝ ย Evernight Publishing

About the Author:

Lots of individuals like to credit their college degree or some life hero for their accomplishments (and that’s fine), but Morgan Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive coupled with an imagination that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two tours in the military and many a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic stories slowly began to emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at home, Morgan found a way to make complete strangers’ special places tingle from thousands of miles away.

Oregon harbors the Hunter family along with two spoiled dogs.

Find her online: Facebook, Twitter & her official website!

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