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It wasn’t easy. It’s taken all this time since initial posting, but Amazon has freed me. Futa Night Nurse Book 3: Challenges is finally available. Boy, when they put this thing in the hole you couldn’t even search for the name and find it. Incredible.
But, it was indeed my own fault. I need to choose my cover photo better. I have learned. I promise. I was a bad girl. I should be punished! Please!!!
Good news and bad news. Good news… Futa Night Nurse Book 3: Challenges (even the damn link doesn’t work!) has gone live on Amazon. Bad news… for some reason it has been marked “Adult”. Of course, the content is adult! But now it won’t show up for casual browsers. <sigh> It must be the cover photo. I’ll replace that right away and resubmit, but that’s a pain in the ass.
So anyway, this book is a continuation of our two futas, Connie and Nanami, as they try to reintegrate into the workplace without exposing themselves anymore then they already have. Spoiler alert — they fail!
Their very existence is challenged when Connie is kidnapped and whisked away to a lab for testing. The billionaire Damian thinks he may have found a solution for his teeny tiny penis. Has he?
Here’s the blurb:
The story continues with Connie, the futa nurse, and Nanami, her lover, exploring their sexuality with others. An exciting threesome with the exotic Delilah in a nightclub only whets Nanami’s appetite for a return engagement with her dominatrix boss, Darlene. This time, she plans on turning the tables.
The billionaire who accidently discovered Connie’s secret has his own ideas. His nefarious plan comes to fruition when he kidnaps Connie from the hospital. Will his plan to treat Connie like a Guinea pig succeed?
The excerpt I posted is:
Darlene was standing by her couch when Nanami entered. She had come prepared as well. Shiny black latex thigh high boots with four-inch heels, naked muscular thighs, a small thong with straps that only emphasized her genitals, and a silver navel ring. Her tight stomach showed the hours spent on sit-ups… abs so defined they looked chiseled in marble. Above that loomed large breasts tightly constricted with a latex bra, straps echoing the thong, that did nothing except accentuate their fullness. Over that was a black latex coat, opened, displaying herself. Her long black hair hung loosely about her shoulders.
Her makeup reflected the severeness of her clothing. The only touch of color was her lips, which were a bright red… a bright slash against her pale skin. Her dark eyes smoldered.
She stood, legs spread wide, watching Nanami come into the room. Darlene’s eyes were hungry. She had been thinking about this since their last encounter when Nanami took most of her arm into that luscious pussy of hers.
Darlene’s eyes took a long, slow route along Nanami’s body, starting at her suede heels, up the trim calf and stopped at the trembling thighs, tight as bowstrings. The cock swinging slightly at knee level reacted and began to rise as she stared at it. Moving her eyes to the narrow waist that her hands could span with ease. They rested again at the bulging breasts, firm, swaying with any movement, nipples imprinting against the fabric.
Nanami’s turtleneck only emphasized her long, graceful neck. As Darlene gazed at Nanami’s face she kept her eyes downturned. Her total submission made Darlene’s cunt gush with love juice. Her honey ran down her thigh and disappeared into her boots. And nothing had been said, nothing touched. Her reaction was simply from looking at the stunning Asian woman before her.
“On your knees,” she ordered. Nanami immediately obeyed. “Hands behind your back.”
Nanami’s breathing increased, wondering what Darlene had in store for her. Whatever it was, she was going to enjoy it.
“Crawl over here and eat my pussy,” Darlene said as she stepped out of her thong, dropping it onto her desktop.
The cover will be changing, but the above is the current one. Enjoy it while it exists! Haha.
I was sweating Book 2 because even though it is selling and being read well (in my modest opinion), its book ranking was in the 600s. Remember Book 1 managed to get to a #17 rank after two days live, before bouncing around and is still below 100.
So a few hours ago I took a look at the KDP site and, sure enough, it was being judged in the BDSM category. I mistagged my book! Is this the first time I did that? NO. Will this be the last time I do it? NO. <sigh> Sometimes I’m my own worst enemy.
Needless to say, I corrected my error. It now is in the transgender category where it belongs (there being no such thing as futa), and the ranking is currently #74. In other words, in the top 100. Of course, I have lost out on where it might have appeared during the first few days of release when it sold/read the most, but that’s on me. I’m satisfied where it is.
Lesson To Be Learned: Writing the book is step one. Pay attention to everything afterwards as well.
It takes another writer to understand my pacing around and constantly checking the Amazon Reports page. LOL. My baby… my sequel…. has been out a few days now and is not selling as well as Book 1. Not to say it won’t, but it hasn’t caught as fast as the original. Actually, I’m ahead on books sold, but way short of pages read (it’s an Amazon thing).
I have no children. If I did I have a feeling I would be one of those moms constantly in the principle’s office wondering why the other kids aren’t playing with mine! What do they call those? Helicopter moms? Haha.
Anyway, we’ll see what tomorrow brings.
After the success of Book 1 I naturally had to dive in with a follow-up. Futa Night Nurse Book 2: Adjustments picks up the story right after Connie had ‘infected’ her lover Nanami. At the end of Book 1 Nanami lifted the sheets to look at what happened to her overnight, and… well you gotta buy to find out! Hahahahahaaha… diabolical, no?
Here’s the blurb:
After Connie changed into a futa, true to her mother’s warning her girlfriend Nanami also became futanari. They enjoyed experimenting with their new parts. But the time had to come. The time when they had to return to their lives, their jobs.
Connie contended with a nosy patient in the hospital. In making adjustments to her gigantic penis she recalls the next warning from her grandmother… everything makes you horny! Lost in lust, in walks a vision of sexuality who is only too eager to help Connie out.
Nanami tries hiding her new body with oversize clothing. Her boss quickly determines the reason for the change and forces her into a compromising – and mutually satisfying – position.
And the excerpt (as of this blog it isn’t showing up on Amazon yet, but it will soon follow. Regardless, this is the “Look Inside” text):
Darlene spanked Nanami again, just as hard, just warming up. Each slap caused the skin to color and grow warm, then hot. Nanami laid her face against the cool top, squinting her eyes shut. Her cock was rock hard threatening to shove through the side of the desk. Her cunt honey was flowing. She never knew she’d enjoy a spanking. This was fantastic!
“Tell me,” Darlene warned. “No more lies.”
When Nanami answered with a whimper… no words, just sounds of passion… Darlene switched to the other ass cheek. Grabbing a handful of Nanami’s hair she jerked back hard, lifting her face from the desktop. Her back was arched taut as a bow while her head rocked with each blow Darlene rained on her glowing buttocks.
Nanami’s knees buckled from the onslaught, inner thighs quivering. Both thighs glistened from the constant outpouring of cunt juices.
“Are you going to tell me or do I have to fuck it out of you?”
Oh yes please, Nanami thought.
When there was no response Darlene went back to her desk drawer and pulled out a riding crop. Stiff leather with a phallus shaped handle. She made sure Nanami could see what was coming.
I am very very curious. As I write this post Book 1 sits at a ranking of #52, which for one of my books is astounding after a week on line. So if this book sells as well… well, I guess I will become a futa writer rather than trans romance. We’ll see, huh. Available for purchase at Futa Night Nurse Book 2: Adjustments
So when I am deep into the project hunger strikes. Gotta fix myself a little Yakisoba noodles. I head to the kitchen to open the microwaveable box and… BAM… no bowl to put the nuked meal in.
While the microwave is doing its thing I’m rushing to clear out the sink… finally. <sigh> When I become a maddingly wealthy writer I’m going to hire a cook!
I was ecstatic over the success of Futa Night Nurse Book 1: The Awakening which, of course, I will make into a series. (It eventually reached #17 ranking). Book 2 continues the saga as our two lovelies discover and explore their new… equipment.
Connie returns to her nurse duties, discovering just how sensitive everything is. Her nana tried to warn her that everything will make her horny. In trying to deal with her lust at work she ends up sharing herself with a student nurse… much to the delight of both.
Nanami continues her secretarial duties which expands to satisfying her attorney boss… in the office… caught by HR. Not good.
Bottom line: our two futas — sworn to hide their uniqueness from the world — on the first day out of the house expose themselves to ‘outsiders.’ Good job!
How does this effect them in the long run? Other than make themselves very popular with the curious? How about the billionaire in the hospital who is making inquiries? Who happens to own, among other ventures, a biomedical research laboratory? Oh oh.
I am a very happy camper! I know it’s childish to toot one’s horn, but remember, I used to be a musician so I know how to toot.
The book went live this morning. Before I could do my advertising (WordPress, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr) I had sold a copy. Cool. Then others came a long. I was squealing like one of my characters. My dog thought something was wrong and kept jumping in my lap to lick my face. Very comforting.
The oddest occurrence is Denmark. Someone, or someones actually, has KENP (read) 500 pages. I don’t even understand that. The book is only 28 pages long. How many Denmarkians read my stuff? A book club, maybe? A book club of trans erotic romance readers? Futanari enthusiasts?
Regardless, I am reveling in its success so far. Thanks to all of you who supported me.