Blog Tour~ Open World C.O.V.E.N by Casey Moss

Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss

Erotic Urban Fantasy


Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss is an Editor’s Pick!

The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.




Hope appeared in the middle of what looked to be a homeless

shelter. It wasn’t what she’d pictured back at…

She shook her head and scratched it. Where’d she come from?

Where was it that she wanted to go? Her mind acted like a blank chalkboard

being looked at through a fisheye lens. Writing appeared hazy and

indecipherable on the outer edges of the sphere, but the blackness in the

middle was clean.

Her body tensed, reacted as if she should run. With wide eyes,

she surveyed the area. People on chairs and benches were scattered through the

large room. Broken windows and shattered glass doors at the entrance looked out

upon a gray day. The other way revealed an opening to a courtyard type parking

lot with long carports on the perimeter.

A young, Goth-looking cashier with black hair, white makeup and

piercings in her lips, eyebrows and ears, gaped at her as if she had grown a

pair of horns and sprouted a third eye in the middle of her forehead.

Hope wavered, trying to reconcile what was happening. She knew

her name, knew that she had a family and wanted to be a dancer? But anything

else? “Where am I? How’d…how’d I get here?” Her voice faltered over the

questions. She stared at the teen.

“You in the ol’ bus term.” The goth snapped the gum in her

mouth. “How ya got ‘ere is beyon’ me. Ya jist kinda appeared outta nothing.”

Another teen in his goth phase came up to them. “Yeah. Poof.

There you be. Totes mcgotes cray-cray.”

“But I don’t want to be here.” Tears of frustration pooled in

Hope’s eyes. She swiped at them. She was tired. She was hungry. She was dirty

and hot. In the time she’d been in the bus station, dry, oven-like air had

sapped all the moisture from her skin. She believed she was a walking piece of

water-depleted, brittle clay, which would crumble into dust and blow away with

the slightest touch.

“Then flash on outta ‘ere like ya did to git ‘ere.” The goth’s

voice was monotone with no vestige of sympathy.

Hope closed her eyes, did her best to picture a place to go to,

but none came to mind. Try as she might to ‘flash on out,’ she continued to

stand amongst a bunch of uncaring strangers.

The goth shook her head and ran her black-nailed fingers through

her hair. “Guess ya usin’ the door like the rest o’ us.” She chomped on her gum

a few times, then tilted her head toward the exit.




thought you might be interested in a hobby.” Buzz pointed at the yarn, which

she put on the floor next to her. “The other items are to help you become the

proper, submissive wife.”


of being the proper wife. When are you going to give me some satisfaction as a

husband should? Or do you have a problem in that department and can only get

off on torturing helpless victims? Ones you have to capture and make submit to you?” The words

tumbled out of her mouth without thought.


narrowed his eyes. His nostrils flared. “It’s not time yet for me to take your

innocence,” his strained voice grit out. “And, for your lack in restraint in

speaking to me, you will spend all night on the porch.”


my love.” The dismal words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Doing as he’d

instructed, she crawled behind him out to the back of the house.


cranked open the windows. She undressed from the white shirt and gray skirt

uniform, stepped forward and presented her hands in the air to be secured. Once

she was in place, he took the dildo with the long horsehair attached to it and

whipped her with the strands. Her ass cheeks burned and clenched each time they

were marked with the lashes.


what a lovely shade of deep pink my dear, like a nice piece of medium rare

steak.” He slapped the area with his hand, then prepped the dildo and her anus

with lube. Buzz shoved the toy up her ass.


hairs danced in the breeze coming through the open windows and tickled her



were placed on her nipples. She did her best to not react to the shooting pains

zinging through her breasts. A blindfold covered her eyes.


clanking and scraping sounded nearby. He didn’t leave the area as he normally

would? Not liking the change in routine, the fact he stood somewhere close to

her sent her nerves and heart racing.


later, a cold structure pressed against her abdomen. She recognized the cool

metal to be the step ladder which usually sat in the corner. The apparatus

pushed against her. When she heard the whiz of his zipper, she opened her mouth

and granted him access. There was no use trying to fight him considering the

position she was in.





Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…


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