Doing well… 

Here’s some links for you if you’re looking to purchase my latest book (ideal Christmas present) and also a couple of early reviews. 



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Promethean News

Hey guys, I just want to update you on the very latest Promethean news.

I’ve received and reviewed the proof copy, made the necessary corrections (not too many, thankfully!) and submitted the new version for publication.

I’ll let you know on here and other social media sites when it’s available for purchase. The UK price, set by the publishers, will be £7.99 plus postage (postage varying according to delivery type and country of order.)

The publishers enable delivery to the UK, US, Australia, Canada, France, Germany, India, Ireland, Mexico, Spain and New Zealand when you order direct from their website.

Naturally, I’ll be providing a purchase link the moment it’s ready.

Thanks for your support, encouragement and patience!

October 2nd 2016

Promethean news

I’m very pleased and excited to be able to give you a quick update on the current whereabouts of my new novel, Promethean. 

Within the next two weeks I should be able to order a proof copy and then if all goes well it’ll be ready for sale shortly thereafter. 

I’ll keep you posted on here and on Facebook (for those who follow me there) and let you know as soon as it’s available for you to buy. 

8th September 2016

Update on Promethean

Just a quick update on my new novel:

I’m currently working on chapter 9 and I’m at 205 pages with a word count of 55,226.

I’m really excited about you meeting my characters and hopefully you won’t have to wait too much longer – it all depends on where they’re gonna take me next!

Thanks for hanging in there with me as I try to tell their tale…



This is the prologue of my forthcoming erotic horror novel, Promethean. I hope you enjoy it…

He crouched in the dense undergrowth, hidden from prying eyes, watching… waiting… hunting.
His acute hearing picked up the sound of a group of revellers out for the night, his sensitive nose twitching as the smell of beer and sweat and stale urine washed over him.
He growled deep in his throat as they passed, the guttural sound lost in their shouts and cries of drunken bravado.
His mind filled with images of screaming and torn bodies; he shook his head to clear them and let the men go.
He waited…
His ears pricked as a new sound came. Another group… Their voices higher, lighter…
A long thread of drool distended from his vicious maw, pooling between his claws…
Tonight he would feed.
A playful breeze lifted their short skirts, gently caressing and cooling their secrets, bearing the scent of virgin ambrosia to him upon its back.
A red mist descend over his eyes and he had an instant erection, his whole body shuddering in anticipation.
Tonight he would mate…
As they drew level to his lair he burst forth in a whirlwind of slashing claws and rending fangs, their screams of terror mixing with his deafening roar. Hot blood splashed over him and filled his mouth with its delicious coppery taste, while youthful bones cracked and splintered between his crushing teeth.
One girl stood rooted to the ground in abject horror, her mouth open in a silent wail of insanity. He wrapped his sinuous tail around her waist to keep her from running as he gorged himself upon the flesh of her friends.
The bloodlust was upon him as he ripped his prey apart, swallowing whole limbs that still spasmed in their death throes.
Finally he stopped and stood amidst his carnage, the sudden silence broken only by his panting and the soft whimpering of the traumatised girl.
He turned his head slowly and regarded her with baleful eyes, his lips curling back in a dreadful parody of a smile. The sharp tang of urine filled his nostrils as she wet herself and he licked his lips while he lifted her bodily from the ground.
As he brought her around in front of him, she saw his huge erection jutting out obscenely from his groin, a trickle of fluid emerging from the top and running down the thick, gnarled length.
In that moment she realised his intent, realised that her dead friends were the lucky ones…
She gave voice to a terrified howl of utter despair that shattered the stillness of the night.
He held her aloft with his tail, using his claws to rip the clothes from her writhing body. Her head thrashed from side to side in wild negation as he gripped her ankles and spread her long legs wide. She struggled and screeched as he brought her virginity closer and closer to the head of his awful cudgel, her cries ceasing abruptly when she passed out from fear and pain as he impaled her mercilessly upon it…
He grunted and growled as he moved her limp form up and down, ripping and tearing her insides with the force of his desire until he threw his head back with a mighty roar and flooded her with his seed.
He lay her ravaged body tenderly upon the soft grass, lovingly smoothing her hair back from her bloodied face.
She was beautiful.
Their child would grow to be big and strong like its father, good looking like its mother…
He licked across her mouth and then drew a sharp claw down her body from neck to pubis, marking her as his.
He snuffled between her legs, gave a satisfied grunt and bounded away into the darkness…

Hugo sat with his pretty young wife as they had breakfast and watched the news on the kitchen television.
The solemn looking reporter was relaying the top story of the day about a group of teenage girls, over in the next county, that had been attacked on their way home from a pub.
Sheila tut-tutted and shook her head at the awful commentary…
“… and as yet the police have no leads in this terrible tragedy which has four girls missing and one survivor in critical condition. Police are waiting to interview her when or indeed if, she regains consciousness. This is…”
Sheila switched the tele off with a sad sigh and turned to look at her wonderful husband. She thought he looked a little tired this morning and reached over to gently take his hand.
“Oh Hugo… Such a dreadful thing to happen… That poor girl. Who could do such a terrible thing? I hope they catch them soon… It’s not safe to go out these days… I’m afraid to go into town…”
Hugo stood and placed his hand lovingly on his very pregnant wife’s belly, kissing her tenderly on the forehead as he prepared to leave for work. He looked down at her, such a pretty girl, his eyes dropping lower so that he could just see the start of the thin, vivid scar that disappeared between her ripe breasts and ran down her body.
She gazed up at him, so handsome in his clericals and felt a surge of pride at being the vicar’s wife.
The thing that lived behind his eyes and wore his face, smiled at her charming innocence.
“I’ll pray for them. Now, don’t give it another thought my darling, you’re perfectly safe with me. I’ll protect you…”

© Steve Richards 2015

#PicturePromptChallenge by Stephen Richards

Here’s my interpretation of the wonderful picture supplied by Debra in her fab Picture Prompt Challenge. I hope you enjoy it 😊

Words across the Oceans


‘Twas many a year
Since last I saw her
On that shore
So far away
Where once I’d come
So close to death
In the guise of maiden fair
She told me then
That I was hers
To claim when
My long life was done
And what a life – so full!
Women, fortune, fame…
All mine for the taking
As I am hers.
Now here she sits
Beside my bed
As my spark flickers fitfully
Before the long dark night
“It’s time…” She sighs
And reaches forth
Her cold white hand
To gently rest
Upon my fevered brow.
A calmness takes me
The curtains of the world
Draw back revealing
A path as yet untravelled
Though one we’re fain to tread.
I feel no fear
But turn and smile
At her pale beauty
And with my final breath


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