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In this hot enticing multi-author and multi-narrator mega collection filled with 67 filthy erotic stories, you’ll experience swingers, werewolves, BDSM, spanking, vampires, bisexual, anal, paranormal threesomes, big beautiful woman erotica, lesbian first time, medical, gangbangs and much, much more….

Commissioned by Audible and written especially for audio format this collection brings together six crime stories through the themes of discovery, destination and arrival. Top narrators bring these gripping tales to life acknowledging the Scandinavian tradition of oral storytelling.

Chatsworth House during the Second World War. The Devonshire family make way for an evacuated girls' school, Chatsworth's grand interiors now converted to dormitories and classrooms. Pupils Ceri and Gwyneth explore these new surroundings and their history, above and below stairs. But a ghost story about a screaming woman on the bridge in the grounds seems disturbingly true - and all the more disturbing for the parallels it presents with the secret love affair they discover their charismatic teacher, Miss Cairns, is involved in....

On a deserted road in the New Forest, a couple come across a man lying, apparently injured, in the road. They carry him to their car - but on the way to hospital, the driver hears knife blades clashing behind his head and things are not as they might have seemed... Pull on your headphones and Horror-fi yourself. 'Revolutionise' is an often overused word however this is what Horror-Fi achieve with there new recording technology/process for recording audio drama.

An artist and his wife, in bed on a thundery, hot and airless night. The eve of the opening of their new gallery. Can she hear something moving outside? Who is the voice in her ear and where has her husband gone? 'The Intruder' is heard exactly as she hears events; terror and fearful revelation stalk this story.

'Here! Look here, for this haggard man who shuffles along this deserted road, his soul as bare and barren as the moors around him, his tears cutting through his heart like the road slices this open plain. His name is Covell. Covell the Wandering one. Let us fly toward him on the wings of a crow, and circle above him, looking down at his ragged coat, his tattered hat, his worn old boots and bundle, then let us swoop down in to his brain and listen to the wretch’s thoughts!'