{"id":4063,"date":"2018-09-12T10:00:13","date_gmt":"2018-09-12T14:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=4063"},"modified":"2018-09-12T10:00:13","modified_gmt":"2018-09-12T14:00:13","slug":"new-erotic-short-story-collection-this-world-between-by-monique-poirier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=4063","title":{"rendered":"New erotic short story collection! THIS WORLD BETWEEN by Monique Poirier"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nThis World Between: Erotic Stories<\/em><\/strong>
\nby Monique Poirier<\/strong><\/p>\n

$6.99 ebook\/$12.95 paperback
\n138 pages
\nISBN 978-1-61390-182-3 ebook
\nISBN 978-1-61390-183-0 POD<\/p>\n

Download direct here at Circlet.com
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Eight entrancing erotic tales from the rich imagination of Monique Poirier, an author who first began sending stories to us at Circlet in 2009 and we have loved every one. Spanning eras and universes, these stories span the gamut of sexuality and genre. A woman with a broken time machine haunts a big box store looking for a mechanic who can get her out of therewhen. An angel trolls the depths of a dark netherworld where only a demon can ease his affliction. Steampunk pasts, space operatic futures, and mysterious magical nows co-exist in This World Between. And in every story, the passionate meetings that occur are expressed in gloriously carnal detail, leaving the characters forever changed. <\/p>\n

Contains the following types of content: lesbian, gay, bi, steampunk, space opera, dystopia, romance, alternate history, time travel, fantasy, science fiction.\u00a0<\/p>\n

About the author:<\/strong> Monique Poirier is a time traveler from 1983, currently residing in Providence, Rhode Island. An enrolled member of the seaconke wampanoag tribe, she is a leading voice for Native Steampunk. Her stories have been featured in many Circlet Press anthologies, including the \u201cbest of\u201d Fantastic Erotica. Her novel, Cygenic,<\/em> is forthcoming from Circlet in the coming year. <\/p>\n

Read on for as excerpt from THIS WORLD BETWEEN: <\/p>\n

\nThat\u2019s the problem with time travel into the future. You go to the past and get your ass stranded, you can always leave messages for your future self. You stray too far into the future, on the other hand\u2014well, thousands of people go missing every day. It\u2019s a known fact. Sometimes people just vanish.<\/p>\n

I met her at a Circuit City in western Massachusetts. I\u2019d just walked away from being asked for the third time if I worked there, because a chick in a polo shirt and slacks just has to be an employee even if her shirt\u2019s the wrong color. She was trying to buy a chronoton sink for a self-stabilizing resistance engine. Gotta give the sales girl credit, she hadn\u2019t called security yet.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s 2006,\u201d I said, walking up behind her. I forget why I was there. I think I was looking for cooling fans or something. She had the kind of hair you only see in shampoo ads; bouncy and curly and halfway down her back, black that reflected blue under the fluorescent lights.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I\u2019d gotten that far,\u201d she said without turning around.<\/p>\n

\u201cChronology stabilizers weren\u2019t mass marketed until the 50\u2019s,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSon of a bitch,\u201d she groaned, throwing her head back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe could hit up Home Depot for some tinplate and magnets. I\u2019ve got a truck.\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned and looked at me, and I saw that there was an iridescent tattoo near the corner of her eye. A butterfly. She looked me up and down appraisingly. I gave her a passing glance. Tank top. Straight jeans. Ballet flats. Pretty good time-neutral outfit for anything from the late 1970\u2019s to the 2050\u2019s or so.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, so you\u2019re just gonna build a chronoton sink by hand?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d I replied, raising an eyebrow. \u201cIt\u2019s not that hard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019re you, a mechanic?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot formally, but I know my way around a class-three engine,\u201d I replied, scratching the back of my neck. She was a model or something. Had to be. She snorted a little, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, ok,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019m Tina.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEden,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell ain\u2019t you just,\u201d she said with a slow smile.<\/p>\n

I wanted to keep her.<\/p>\n

* * * <\/p>\n

Eden. Her name was Eden. She had no idea how hot she was, and that was part of what made her hot. I was so damned tired of overconfident party girls who thought they deserved a medal for just showing up. Of girls who were just like me. Girls who were me, because Aphrodite clones came a dime a dozen. Tired of glamor and glitter and genetically engineered pheromones oozing out of every pore. I wasn\u2019t supposed to ever get tired of those things, but I was defective. Aphrodite clones were supposed to burn out after five years or so in a supernova of fast life and dissipation or something like that. Most of us OD\u2019d by my age.<\/p>\n

Eden was pure. An untouched human. She hadn\u2019t told me as much, but it wasn\u2019t the kind of thing that I had to be told. They didn\u2019t make girls like her where I was from, not anymore. She had freckles, for fuck\u2019s sake. Genuine ones. And pert little tits, and the most luscious ass ever. Wasn\u2019t any reason I couldn\u2019t keep her, if I played my cards right.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t even know that I was a clone.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo confession time,\u201d I said, running my tongue along my teeth, \u201cI kinda sorta don\u2019t have any real currency that works for herenow. I\u2019ve been working from this wallet some guy left at my place…\u201d<\/p>\n

She gave me this look of perfect scandal, stopping dead in her tracks. I grinned at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWouldn\u2019t be telling you if I didn\u2019t feel a little bad about it, Sugartits. Was gonna ask if you mind springing for burgers is all. I haven\u2019t eaten all day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou plan on looking for the guy to give him his wallet back?\u201d she asked suspiciously.<\/p>\n

\u201cCross my heart I would, if I knew how. I\u2019ve got this whole \u2018fish outta water\u2019 thing going on.\u201d I let her catch up to me and slung an arm around her shoulder. \u201cYou\u2019re the first person I\u2019ve met who\u2019s willing to be my Temporal Native Guide.\u201d<\/p>\n

She snorted a little, shaking her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not even a little bit native to herewhen. Hometime\u2019s the 3010\u2019s. I restore junk time machines\u2014there\u2019s a hardware bust going on herenow. Circuit City\u2019s circling the drain, with a bunch of other storefront companies; you can pick up retro hardware really cheap. I\u2019ve got about fifty bucks of local currency, if that means anything to you. Pawnshop swap. Guess I could spring for lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n

I grinned widely, pulling her in closer. She tensed up a little, but she didn\u2019t try to squirm away or anything. Better and better.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s this little burger joint on the corner a block from here. I think it\u2019s cheap. Lemme show you.\u201d<\/p>\n

The burgers were awesome. She agreed that the prices were good. I trusted her judgment on that, since she seemed to have a pretty good grasp of local economy what with buying and selling parts or whatever.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what are you doing herenow?\u201d Eden asked, picking at the salad she\u2019d ordered to go with her burger, not really looking at me. Delightfully shy. \u201cI mean, forgive me for assuming, but you don\u2019t seem to have come prepared or done the research.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGot stranded. I was shooting for 1960\u2019s USA with intent to hit the nomadic music festival scene for a while. I\u2019ve got wardrobe and everything. It\u2019s about as far back as I\u2019ve ever been on Earth. I\u2019m not really into archive-crawling or anything. You?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI pop back sometimes, for touristy stuff, but there\u2019s so much red tape if you want to go back past the industrial boom that it\u2019s just not worth the expense. At least not for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sucked her soda down to the bottom, and it made a guttural sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou like to party?\u201d I asked laconically, looking at my nails.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not any good at it,\u201d she answered with a shrug. \u201cI\u2019m a big dork. All the better for tinkering with machines freelance. All my best friends are engine parts.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help myself. I reached across the table and ran my hand playfully through her short, fluffy hair. It was blond right to the roots, and if she was only from the 10\u2019s it was probably that way without being genetically tinkered with.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just a little bit tragic. You doin\u2019 anything for the rest of the afternoon? Or, hell, the rest of this week herenow?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot really…\u201d she answered noncommittally, narrowing her eyes at me.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Turned out it was a good thing I didn\u2019t have anyplace to be that afternoon, because after lunch and Home Depot we went to her ship and after we were inside her ship we lost track of time. In both a figurative and a literal sense. Her place, just now, was parked in an empty lot between an abandoned convenience store and an apartment building with a giant Units Available sign.<\/p>\n

Her ship was huge. Not on the outside; it just looked like a latemodel truck camper on the outside, but there had to be a thousand square feet of interior, with a kitchen and a bathroom and everything. Total rat\u2019s nest of stuff, too. She told me to help myself to what was in the fridge. It was mostly Japanese soft drinks from the 1990\u2019s in either \u2018blue\u2019 or \u2018pink\u2019 flavor. I wanted to go through her software before I took a look at the engine. She was cool with that.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are NOT telling me that you\u2019ve got a busted Omega drive,\u201d I said, leaning over the console and trying to work out how she\u2019d organized her schematic files. If she had. It wouldn\u2019t have surprised me to learn they were all just stuck in random folders with random file names.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got a hearing problem, Sugartits?\u201d Tina said, emerging from the underdeck panel, a smudge of grease on her forehead. She\u2019d removed her shirt at some point while she was down there, and climbed up out of the floor in jeans slung low enough on her hips that she couldn\u2019t have been wearing anything beneath them. Her bra was red, and strapless, and a size too small. Analytical details were the kind of thing I noticed. She stretched her arms above her head, hips tilted, her neck and back making satisfying cracking sounds.<\/p>\n

We\u2019d been in her ship for three hours now, according to my watch. If she had a well and truly busted Omega drive, my watch might well just be jewelry at this point.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I didn\u2019t have a busted Omega drive, I wouldn\u2019t be looking for a chronoton sink now would I?\u201d she said, staring at me, running her tongue along her teeth. That appraising look again, maybe with a hint of challenge.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a lot of reasons…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got a girlfriend?\u201d she asked, cutting me off.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo…\u201d<\/p>\n

She stalked up to me and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a brutal kiss, the bare skin of her belly and shoulder hot through the thin fabric of my shirt. The smell of fresh sweat and engine grease rose from her; my hand, seeking purchase, found the small of her back\u2014bare skin on bare skin, hers slightly slick. She snaked a hand behind me and grabbed my ass and snapped her hips forward, all one fluid and obviously practiced motion.<\/p>\n

I had no idea what the hell had prompted such a response on her part.<\/p>\n

At that point I really didn\u2019t care either.<\/p>\n

Stupid logic had to kick in about then and point out that this was not the kind of thing that happened to me. I was the mousy, nerdy, pear-shaped chick who refurbished classic time machines. I had either fucked up somewhere and made a dimensional transporter and landed my ass in the porno-verse after my jump this morning, or this was the part where she told me I was on live broadcast. I braced my hands against her shoulders and pushed her away. It was a whole lot harder than it really should have been. She took a step back and licked her lips and giggled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d I demanded, feeling a little bit dizzy. My lips felt hot and tingly and almost bruised.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, there\u2019s a couple of maybe reasons a chick like you doesn\u2019t have a girlfriend,\u201d she said with a wicked grin. \u201cJust figured I\u2019d rule a few of them out. Like you not being into girls.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could have asked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019d the fun be in that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll the best people are. I\u2019m gonna hop in the shower\u2014I got engine grease in my hair.\u201d<\/p>\n

She disappeared through the archway, unhooking her bra. I watched her go, eyebrows hedged together, glancing up at the corners of the room for hidden cameras. She reappeared a moment later, topless. She had utterly perfect breasts.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was an invitation, Sugartits.\u201d<\/p>\n

Live broadcast or not, I wasn\u2019t waiting for her to ask a third time.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

To read the rest, and seven more entrancing erotic fantasies, download the ebook today!<\/p>\n

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