Tiny Bitey Vampire - The Top Vampire Novel Series from Stacey Carroll
🌌 Vampire. Love. Space. Trouble.
When her home planet’s food runs out, tiny vampire Shadow blasts off on a desperate quest for survival—
and maybe love. Sci-fi adventure meets steamy vampire drama.
AVIA - Crime Fiction with a Strong Female Lead
A drug-running drug-addled pilot and her family try to avoid the law while running their organized crime business. This is a romantic suspense series that I started when I was 10 years old. Of course, it's gone through many changes over the years. One of the biggest was actually adding technology. When I started writing this series, cell phones and computers did not exist in the home or for the general person.
The Blooddoll Factory - Vampire Fiction with a Strong Male Lead
A man gets a job at a fertility clinic after being unemployed for a year. Unbeknownst to him, it's run by vampires. This is a romantic suspense with a vampire twist. It's one of my best suspense novels to date.
Short Stories - Adult Romance
Tiny erotic books for your enjoyment. Topic and themes vary. Books may be a single title or a series, and they are not in any particular order. What they all have in common is that they are .99 and between 8,000 and 10,000 words.
Full-Length Adult Romance Novels
Erotica books that are actual novels, meaning they have more than 40,000 words...
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Anything for an A
With time running out, 18-year-old senior Kelsey must get straight A’s to qualify for a scholarship to college. After living several years on the street with her poverty-riddled parents, she’s been taken in by a man she calls Uncle Greg — but only until she graduates from high school. With four weeks left, Kelsey has to prove that she has a 4.0 GPA to earn an exclusive scholarship, or risk ending up back on the streets.
At Grand Central High — a school infamous for scandals and investigations — Kelsey’s task won’t be easy. Disadvantaged by years of missed schooling, she doesn’t know enough of the material to excel in every subject. But she does know how to leverage her friendships, and she isn’t above using charm and persuasion to get what she wants. Can Kelsey really turn things around in time to win the A-Plus Scholarship, or will she lose her last chance at a future?
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📖 Sample Chapter: Monday Afternoon – Kelsey Arriving Home from School
Kelsey Smith stepped out of Carl’s car in front of 201 Church Street. As usual, Greg forgot to pick her up from school, and it was almost four in the afternoon. If Carl hadn’t stayed late to talk to the English teacher, Mr. Ingles, Kelsey would have been forced to walk home. While it was only about a mile, it was a mile farther than she wanted to walk after running up and down stairs all day.
Kelsey walked up the sidewalk and opened the faded black screen door. The brown-painted security door's handle didn't budge when she attempted to turn it. After pulling out her key, she unlocked the handle and the deadbolt before testing it again. The lock had a habit of retracting the bolt ninety-nine percent of the way, leaving just enough lip to jam. Today, it was working correctly.
Once the door was open, she waved to Carl to let him know she was fine and going inside. However, she paused with the screen door closed and watched until Carl's car disappeared from view. He had asked if she wanted company until Greg arrived home. She had not, but Carl insisted on staying since this was a less-than-stellar neighborhood. Kelsey politely refused his offer, reminding him that she grew up homeless on the street and needed no additional protection. Now, she wanted to make sure he had taken her refusal seriously. It looked like he had.
Kelsey closed and dead-bolted the door before turning and looking over at the couch. Greg wasn't on the couch, and after listening for a moment, she realized the house was silent. Greg was not home, and Kelsey made a mental note to kick his ass.
To make sure he truly wasn't home, Kelsey turned on the lights and walked through the downstairs before checking upstairs. She saw no indication that he was home or had been home since he dropped her off at school. This was weird. He was usually home by three. Greg just never bothered to stop by Grand Central High on his way home to pick her up. It irked Kelsey. She’d lived with him for the last five years.
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The Whore Who Would Be Captain
Estimated Release Date – Feb 7–8, 2022
Opal Goldheart is a working girl in the age of ships and sails. After running into the first mate of the Old Barnacle, she discovers they’re looking for a working girl to keep the men happy and relaxed. Opal decides to take the job. After all, a lot of money can be made from twenty men stuck on a ship at sea. Of course, she learns all the ship’s secrets while she’s keeping the men satisfied, and it leads her to believe she could captain the ship better than the captain! If she gets her way, there will be mutiny!
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The Sex Doll II
Kelly Dongle has a new friend, Daniel Blackwell. He’s all hard muscle with a big cock, but he didn’t just walk into her life one day. He appeared out of a doll. Now, she has to help him find a new life after a more than 50 year gap. She can do it! If she can stay focused and out of his lap.
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Chapter 2
Breakfast
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Kelly filled the coffee maker with grounds and water before turning it on. Daniel was still in the shower. That was fine. He could take his time. Kelly figured she needed to make a huge breakfast. Daniel hadn't eaten in fifty-two years, and he now had two or three times the muscle to feed.
Kelly started by putting a pound of bacon in a large skillet and covering it with a lid. Then, she cracked a dozen eggs into the blender to make scrambled eggs. She pulled out a bag of country potatoes with onions and peppers and put them in another large non-stick skillet and stuck a lid on that skillet. By the time she finished putting everything but the scrambled eggs into a skillet, the coffee was finished.
Kelly grabbed two large coffee mugs and made both coffees with cream, sugar and vanilla extract. She turned around just in time to see Daniel walk into the kitchen semi-dry with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You know... I wasn't really thinking when I took a shower. I don't have any clothes," Daniel said.
"It's not a problem." Kelly walked him to the guest bedroom and opened a closet. "My ex left all his clothes here, and I haven't gotten around to throwing them out. I don't know if they'll fit, but try on whatever you like."
"How long ago did he leave?" Daniel asked as he turned on the closet light and stepped inside to view the items.
"Two or three months ago," Kelly said.
"That explains a lot. Well, it does if you aren't keen on one-night stands,” Daniel said as he pulled down an extra-large t-shirt. "Was he a big dude?"
"He liked his clothes big," Kelly said. "And no, I don't typically go for one-night stands. Although, I've made a few exceptions recently. A girl can only wait so long."
Daniel laughed as he put on the t-shirt. He walked out of the closet. "No pants in there." He walked over to the dresser.
"That looks amazing on you," Kelly said. The t-shirt was long enough but it stretched around his upper arms.
"It almost fits. I'd prefer it a little looser in the arms," Daniel said as he pulled out a pair of boxers.
"Wait till you look in a mirror," Kelly said. "But shit. I better keep my eyes on breakfast. Take your time." She walked out of the guest bedroom and back into the kitchen where she flipped the bacon and stirred the country potatoes.
"What do you think?" Daniel asked as he walked into the room. "I don't think you were kidding about liking well-built men. Most of that stuff is my new size."
Kelly turned around. "Holy shit. I can't decide if you look better dressed or naked." She looked at his black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, black belt and dress shoes before bringing her eyes up to his face.
Daniel laughed. "I think I know what women feel like now."
"I wasn't looking at your chest," Kelly said. She laughed.
"You were looking significantly lower," Daniel said as he took a seat at the kitchen table. "Do these clothes give you flashbacks?"
"Not at all. I'm not sure I remember those exact clothes, but he never looked like you do in them," Kelly said. She turned to flip the bacon and stir the potatoes again. Then, she grabbed a large skillet for the eggs and tossed in half a stick of butter. "Oh. I made you a coffee." She picked it up and walked it over to him.
"Thanks. Been a long time since anyone made me coffee," Daniel said.
"Fifty-three years," Kelly said.
"I left so early the day I was imprisoned in that doll that my wife didn't even make me a coffee that morning. I stopped at a gas station."
"What the hell happened?" Kelly asked as she turned off the burners. She grabbed some plates out of the cabinets as he talked.
Daniel shook his head. He took a drink of his coffee. "That piece of shit used to have a Coke machine. I took orders and filled them. Drove a truck. It was a whole route. I did that guy's shop last. I'd like to say I had some sort of premonition, but no. That's just where it fell on the list. I could do it first or last. I did it last. I loaded the machine and took a new order. I finished early that day so just started browsing the antiques. Caught sight of this old porcelain doll. Thought my wife would like it. I walked up to the counter, and he told me it wasn't for sale. He then walked me back to the aisle and recommended another doll. I said I wasn't interested. He was insistent, but the doll was ratty. It was antique but would have cost more to restore it than it was worth. Anyway, he keeps giving me this spiel about how I really need that damned doll. I was furious by that point and turned to leave. All of a sudden he tells me he has a twin to the doll I initially wanted, and he made a mistake when he put that doll on the shelf."
"And it was in the backroom," Kelly said as she finished plating their food. She walked the plates and silverware over to the table.
"I should have ran right then and refused to fill that place ever again," Daniel said as he picked up his fork. "Anyway, I thought it'd be a nice surprise. I worked long hours. Got up too damned early. Worked too damned late. She deserved a present and the prices were pretty good. I shrugged and followed him to the back room. Well, this is nothing new for me. I'm in the backrooms of stores all the time, looking for their old Coke stock so I can out it put before it expires.
Kelly sat down at the table. "Shit..."
"Exactly," Daniel said. "I get back there, and I swear the walls are covered in pentagrams drawn in blood. More candles than I can count, and I swear to God, Kelly, they were not lit when I walked into that room. He picked up the doll he wanted me to buy, and they all lit. He never touched them, and I didn't see anyone else in that room." He took a bite of his food. "It was the doll you bought."
Kelly stopped chewing. She swallowed her food. "So, not the doll's twin..."
"Not even close. It had a wooden head. At least, it looked wooden," Daniel said. "Looked like it was termite riddled too." He took a bite of his food and chewed before taking another drink of his coffee. "I think I cursed at that point because the guy was really wasting my time. I said I just needed to get home."
"The guy tells me that this doll is the one for me. I turned and told him that doll deserved the junkyard, then I walked for the backroom door. I heard some shit... Words I didn't recognize. All of a sudden, I felt sick. I had a pounding headache. My stomach was cramping. I thought my ass was going to explode all over the floor. The next thing I knew I was being carried across the room, which should have been impossible. The guy looked like he couldn't lift more than ten pounds, and I was just under two-hundred. I turned my head and happened to see myself in a mirror... As that ratty ass fucking doll."
"Holy shit." Kelly took a drink of her coffee. "How did you figure out how to escape?"
"Oh, that son of a bitch explained it to me as he walked," Daniel said. "Then, he sat me on that damned shelf. I sat there for years before an old woman bought me. Then, I sat on a shelf in her home for decades. She died. I was passed around the family as an heirloom for a while, and somehow I ended up back at that ratty store."
"How many years was that?" Kelly asked. She finished her food.
"Forty, at least," Daniel said. "I was purchased a couple times by people looking for retro toys. These people were a little looser than the old woman, but the minute I started growing, they sent me straight back to the shop."
"Well, you're free now," Kelly said.
"I'm glad to be free, but everyone I know is long gone," Daniel said.
"Did you have any kids?" Kelly asked.
Daniel shook his head. “Nah. Not with my hours. We might have fucked once every couple months.” He finished his food and drained his large cup of coffee.
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The Venery of Bigfoot III
The Gene Institute may have their Bigfoot DNA samples, but Kitty is stranded in the forest during a blizzard. Fortunately, Bigfoot is big, hairy, and warm — he knows how to survive harsh conditions. Kitty dreams of convincing him to relocate closer to the city so she won't have to travel six hours to his forest. Can she persuade him to trade the wild for a life nearer her own?
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Chapter 2 — Second Day of Snow
Kitty opened her eyes. She was laying on Bigfoot, and he had his big fuzzy arms wrapped around her.
“Awake?” Bigfoot asked.
“I am,” Kitty said.
“I need to relight the fires. You were asleep. Didn’t want to wake you,” Bigfoot said. “But you can lay in this spot until it is warm again.” He raised up and put her in his spot. Then, he wrapped the straw and cloth around her.
Bigfoot walked over and added more wood to the first pile. Then, he lit it by rubbing two sticks together. Then, he moved to the next pile.
“How come you don’t have fleas?” Kitty asked.
Bigfoot looked at her. “Fleas?”
“Tiny biting insects that live in hair,” Kitty said.
Bigfoot shuddered. “Had those once. Not pleasant. Very itchy.”
“How’d you get rid of them?” Kitty asked.
“I had to take three baths a day for several days. Then, I remembered there was a leaf I could eat that would make them not bother me,” Bigfoot said. “I eat a couple of leaves a day. Don’t have problem with biting bugs.” He finished relighting the second fire. Then, walked over to the third.
Kitty glanced out the windows. “It’s still snowing.”
“It will probably snow for several days,” Bigfoot said. “It does this a couple times a year.” He lit the third fire then stood and motioned out the window. “Your camp is there.”
“I can’t see it,” Kitty said.
“It is buried under snow,” Bigfoot said. “Most of the bottom floor is too.”
“Is that why we’re up here?” Kitty asked.
“It is. I used to stay on the first floor, but it gets snow inside,” Bigfoot said. “Doesn’t matter how many fires you light down there. Second floor is better, but this floor is best.”
“Did the people ever live in these?” Kitty asked.
“Long time ago,” Bigfoot said. “But the children liked living in their own huts, so they moved out. Eventually, all that was left was the old ones. They eventually died.”
“How long after that did they all leave?” Kitty asked.
Bigfoot walked over and sat next to her on the pile of straw and cloth. He contemplated. “Not long after.”
“And they didn’t tell you where they were going?” Kitty asked.
“I looked,” Bigfoot said. “Never found them.”
“But isn’t your sense of smell better than mine?” Kitty asked.
“It is, but I think they went across the river,” Bigfoot said. “I followed their smell but lost it on the other side.”
“And no one ever came back to tell you?”
“A few would come back for fertility,” Bigfoot said. “But they would not tell me where they went. Said the new ones did not believe in me. I would not have been welcome, so I stopped looking.”
“How old are you?” Kitty asked.
“I am not sure.” Bigfoot thought a moment. “Four hundred and fifty-two seasons, give or take twenty.”
Kitty did some mental math. “A hundred and thirteen years old? That’s unbelievable.”
“What is your age?” Bigfoot asked.
“Thirty-one,” Kitty said. “Or 124 seasons.”
“Four seasons is one of your years?” Bigfoot asked.
“Yes,” Kitty said.
“How long do you live?” Bigfoot asked.
“About a hundred and ten, but we don’t look as good as you. I thought you were maybe a little older than me, like by maybe twenty seasons.”
Bigfoot chuckled. “Bigfoots live to be...” He did some mental math. “Twelve hundred seasons or three hundred of your years.”
“How old was the oldest bigfoot?” Kitty asked.
“My father was two hundred when I was born. I think he is still alive somewhere. He would be the oldest I think.”
“Not around here?” Kitty asked.
“No. Different forest. Many days away,” Bigfoot said.
“So, you’re not the only one,” Kitty said.
“I am not, but there are not very many of us,” Bigfoot said. “We don’t have cubs very often. Most are human. We have your… What is the word?”
“DNA? Genes?” Kitty asked.
“Genes,” Bigfoot said. “Sorry. I am not educated. I only remember the stories from the children that came back to visit. The humans we would send to your world. The cubs we would keep, but it is very rare to have a cub.”
“And I just had one,” Kitty said.
“Extremely rare for a Bigfoot and a human to have a cub,” Bigfoot said. “Only thing I can think is that there is a Bigfoot in your line.”
“We have never lived in the forest,” Kitty said.
“Some bigfoots hide among you, especially if they have less hair than me,” Bigfoot said. “I am very hairy.” He paused. “Was your father or grandfather very hairy?”
“My grandfather did have a lot of hair.” Kitty slid out of the pile. “Let me see if I have a picture.” She dug through her bag. “Found one. It’s not very good, but if I go on a trip, I bring my pictures.” She walked over and showed bigfoot the old Polaroid.
Bigfoot took it and looked at it. He laughed. “Bigfoot.” He pointed.
“My grandfather? He died when he was sixty,” Kitty said.
“He’s older than your sixty in this picture,” Bigfoot said. “Had to be over two hundred.”
Kitty gasped.
“When did he die?”
“About ten years ago. Grandma said it was a car crash,” Kitty said. “That picture was taken fifty years ago.”
“Did your grandma stay after he died?” Bigfoot asked.
“No, she moved to the ocean,” Kitty said.
“Still alive?” he asked.
“She’s… Oh hell. She’s over a hundred.”
Bigfoot chuckled. “Grandpa not dead. I would bet my hair on it.”
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The Venery of Bigfoot II
Kitty found Bigfoot, got to ride his bestial cock and got her samples for the Betaism serum. Now, she's just waiting for the Gene Institute to give her the massive bonuses she's owed, so she can buy her mansion and live her true life. Unfortunately, none of the new alpha males have as huge a cock as Bigfoot, and it's a problem. She loved riding his cock. She'd have to find a way to get back to the forest—sooner rather than later, especially since she's sick with something she acquired in the forest, and she thinks Bigfoot has the answers.
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Chapter 1 - Back in the City
They arrived back in the city on a Friday. Levi went straight to the institute to drop off the samples for the serum engineering team. Kitty decided to take some time off, until Monday, anyway.
By Monday evening, the engineering team was working with Bigfoot’s blood, extracting the DNA and RNA from the blood samples and working on a more powerful Betaism serum. They agreed that this was just the alpha male DNA they needed to complete the cure for Betaism.
Almost immediately, the team was given $30,000 bonuses for finding the samples.
Kitty banked hers. It wasn’t enough to buy her mansion or staff, so she’d wait before making any big purchases. She wanted her entire lifestyle changed, and thirty-thousand wouldn’t do it. It was barely a drop in the bucket compared to what she truly needed, and Kitty had done the math fifty ways over the last five years. She needed millions not thousands.
***
She arrived at her office and lab Monday morning. Her email was full, and she spent the morning reading through serum updates. They were making great progress and getting ready to start the next testing phase. It was Kitty’s job to review the findings from the last failed study. The side-effects were off the rails. The ones she knew about weren’t even a tenth of the full list.
She was ten pages in when Levi walked into her office.
“Happy to be back?” he asked.
“It’s nice to have heat and a real roof over my head,” Kitty said. “It looks like this last serum was hell in a handbasket.”
“It was bad for some. Great for others,” Levi said.
“Was there a correlation to the degree of betaism and the number of side-effects experienced?” Kitty asked.
“It’s all in there. If there is, you’ll find it,” Levi said.
“True. How many trials did they run?”
“So far? Three. The second trial was the worst. They adjusted the dosage on the third,” Levi said. “They said it’s working, but they want this new serum before they do any more.”
“Are they going to run another set of full trials for the new serum?” Kitty asked.
“They haven’t decided,” Levi said. “It depends on how fast they want to get this to production. Right now, they want this on the market in four to six months.”
“Is that enough time to run another full set of trials?” Kitty asked.
“I doubt it,” Levi said. “So, go over that initial data with a fine-tooth comb.”
“Did they get all those memories wiped?” Kitty asked.
“They finally finished that. They sent that group home a few days ago,” Levi said.
“How’s the penile enhancement injection coming?” Kitty asked.
“We’re making it stronger,” Levi said. “I just tried some.” He stroked his cock through his pants.
Kitty grinned. “I love big cocks.” She slid her chair back from her desk.