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This city-based series of outstanding erotic stories moves on to Dublin, the birthplace of Guinness, James Joyce, and so much more. Here's a glittering array of tales guaranteed to titillate, shock, and delight as listenersjourney across the Liffey and the streets of the Irish capital. Brand new stories from authors Ken Bruen, Sean Black, Colin Bateman, Stella Duffy, Shelley Silas, Nikki Magennis, and many others are collected here to celebrate and eroticise Dublin.

A routine emergency broadcast test was supposed to last a few seconds. It lasted just a little too long. Across the city, people pause —mid-step, mid-sentence, mid-breath —and for a moment, everything goes still. Then it passes. At least, that’s what everyone else thinks. Paramedic Mara feels it before she understands it. A pressure behind the eyes. A silence that isn’t empty. A shift in the way people move —subtle, almost unnoticeable… until it isn’t. Within minutes, the first reports come in. People aren’t panicking. They aren’t rioting. They’re biting. But the violence isn’t chaotic.

When the deep-space vessel Covenant encounters an impossible planet where none should exist, xenobiologist Rowan Hale knows something is wrong before the alarms ever sound. The anomaly doesn’t just pull them off course. It responds.

When Eli Carter stays late at school to finish a project, he expects silence—not the sound of something breathing in an empty hallway. At first, it’s faint. Easy to ignore. Easy to explain. Until he realizes the sound is coming from a locker. Locker 13. Warm to the touch. Moving when no one is near. Breathing like something alive is trapped inside. When a strange red envelope slides out from beneath the door, Eli is pulled into something far worse than a prank. The message inside is simple: Do not open twice. But some warnings don’t come soon enough.

In a world where silence has become the only defense against something unseen, survival is no longer about strength—it’s about control. Elias Rook stands watch over a fragile group of survivors inside a crumbling courthouse, where every sound could draw something closer. The infected—known only as the Unfinished—do not hunt like animals. They wait. They listen. And they speak.