She was a married marine scientist. He was the Navy officer assigned to watch her. The vial in her hand warmed, then throbbed, then answered only when she came.

Dr. Sarah Vance did not plan to fuck a lieutenant against the lab benches of a rolling ship. She did not plan to let him taste her in a guest room that still carried her husband’s name, or to stand blindfolded in a Monterey hotel while he made her say exactly how she wanted to be ruined. She did not plan to learn that the sample pulsed in time with her cunt.

The frequency did not care what she planned.

This complete collection gathers all ten books of Scheherazade’s Infinity Linga Voyages.

Stolen nights on the Euphrosyne become storm-soaked deck sex, a marital bed used for the last time, classified rooms where her body is wired and opened—then a crossing that does not bring her home. Zero-gravity. A wormhole. Alien emissaries who can read a pulse. Dream chambers in a nebula. A sentient phallic artifact that stops being metaphor. A Singularity between twin stars that takes her as passage, lover, and mother of a new frequency.

By the last book the marriage is gone, the shore is gone, and the woman who once measured wavelengths is coming on a cosmic instrument while two civilizations listen.

Explicit erotic romance. Infidelity, divorce, paranormal and science-fiction elements. Heat rises with each book. Read in order. The frequency does not reset.