My latest book, My Billionaire Bundle, is now available for purchase on Amazon.
I could not get into writing Futa Road Trip Book 4 this week so I decided to bundle some stories written last year. When I first discovered Kindle Direct Publishing I did some studying of what was being published and sold. Doing my due diligence so I’d know how to aim my writing. Erotica is a massive seller, and since I am an erotic kinda person, that was an easy choice. Within that group, there were a ton of best sellers for werewolves, motorcycle clubs, billionaires.
So I wrote a couple of billionaire books. “The Billionaire and the Big Deal” was my take on a BBW working for a law firm who performs notarial duties at a deal closing and meets the rich client. When she stands up for herself against an asshole attorney he notices her and is intrigued. What she has to decide is: is this attention just a poke-the-big-girl ploy or is it something real?
The second book is The Billionaire’s T-Girl. [An aside: I don’t know, I really don’t like the word ‘t-girl.’ Nothing specific against it, just don’t like it. This was my second use of it, the first being ‘T-Girl in the Office’ which went for nine books! I used the word because I had no idea who my audience would be . . . would they recognize a t-girl, a trans woman, a transgender person when they are browsing the selections? So I opted for what I thought a cis reader would recognize and buy. My bad.]
Anyway, The Billionaire’s T-Girl concerns a real estate agent secure in her identity. She is trying to sell a beach house to a rich computer geek. In being honest about the pending deal, she ends up fired. When he then offers her a job she has to decide why. A walk on the wild side? Something different in his bed? Or is he sincere?
The excerpt from The Big Deal:
That night Elizabeth couldn’t wait to get out of her clothes. She had spent the rest of the day thinking about that handshake with Richard. Oh sure, it was nothing, really. But in her mind’s eye it was fraught with sexual tension. He looked directly into her eyes as he grasped her hand. It was warm, exuding strength.
She left a trail of clothes from her living room to her bedroom, falling naked into her bed. That’s it, she thought. Either I lose a few pounds or I have to get larger clothes. Elizabeth had very large breasts with light colored areoles and nipples that, when excited, stood proudly. Her hips were wide. The waist between was deceptively small, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure she liked. Her legs were thick.
Her mind went back to watching Richard control the boardroom. She knew she was acting stupidly in there. She could have notarized those signatures without pressing to see IDs. She doesn’t know what she was thinking. Richard wasn’t even looking at her during the confrontation. Who was she trying to impress? Certainly not that little Napoleon Baxter.
One hand came up to lightly stroke her breast. She squeezed its fullness, one fingertip flicking across a nipple. A small moan escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and thought of the way Richard looked in the boardroom. All of the other men were in shirtsleeves, rolled up their arms like they were actually working. But Richard had his suit coat on. Immaculately dressed. While the others looking tired and stressed, he was calm. He moved from one man to another, talking softly. His face was unlined. She had read he was fifty, but he looked decades younger. I guess that’s what being a billionaire will do for you, she thought.
Having teased her nipples into erection, she dragged her other hand down across her belly into the tangle of her public hair. When a fingertip traced across her clitoris she took a sharp intake of breath. God, this was going to feel good, she thought.
An excerpt from T-Girl:
Being a trans is not easy. You have to be careful who you reveal yourself to. On more than one occasion I had been with what I thought was a nice guy, only to end up verbally and physically abused when I revealed myself. In self-defense, then, I had closed myself off the last few years. I spent time improving myself instead. Oh sure, there was the occasional brief, one night fling type thing. Nothing more than a hand job to some guy without revealing myself. It gave me a little human contact while keeping myself safe.
As I stood in the shower with the warm water running down my body, I closed my eyes and imaged Steven was with me. It was his hands that caressed my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples into hardness.
I soaped my body, lingering on my hairless cock. I teased the head, pulling my foreskin back. With one finger I used my long fingernail to tease just under the cockhead where it was most sensitive. I gently scratched at it as my dick reached its full length.
At last I took hold of my dick and began to pump it, imagining Steven’s hand wrapped around me. It didn’t take long before I shot a load onto the shower wall.
As my thighs stopped shaking I stood under the water and turned the knob to cold. The freezing stream splashed on my head. Damn that felt good, I thought. Now that’s a way to end a day like this. My biggest commission ever. My first firing. Perfect.
I hope you read my early efforts. I reread them making some edits and found I still enjoyed them. Why not, huh! LOL. Now available at My Billionaire Bundle.