Desperate Hot Futa Wife Book 1: Relief LIVE

futa-wife-book-1Advice to my writer friends: if you are like me and have a specific routine you use in writing… certain location, certain hours, certain method… never take a two-month sabbatical. It was hell getting back into the swing of my process. Sheesh.

That said, Desperate Hot Futa Wife Book 1: Relief is available for Amazon Kindle.

Plot

Miho had a problem. A husband out of work and a dwindling bank account. They couldn’t afford to wait for him to find a new job. Something had to be done now, and it was going to get done by her.

When a beautiful milf rescues her from public humiliation Miho felt duty bound to repay her. The method may have been unconventional but it was effective.

Pointed in the direction of a possible long-term solution for her financial woes, Miho sets off for a life-changing meeting.

This is a 7,000-word story of a futanari taking matters into her own hands and contains futa sex, lesbian encounter, and a threesome.

Excerpt

Janette and Amy met her at the door. Janette beamed and invited her into the room with a wave. Amy stood behind the taller quietly, studying the shapely futa.

“So glad you came. We asked for someone fresh and beautiful. And how you do fill the bill. Miho is it?”

“Yes,” Miho answered as she looked around the beautifully appointed house. Very expensively furnished.

“What do you think, Amy? Does she fill the bill?”

“Yes, Mistress. She fills the bill quite nicely.”

“How can I be of service?” she asked nervously. She hated this . . . this whoring herself out. But she had to do something. Her husband couldn’t, so it was up to her.

“Just watch, darling. That’s all.” Miho looked between the two women. They were well dressed and lovely. The smaller one kept her eyes downcast while the taller was obviously in charge. They made small talk while Amy poured wine. Nothing specific, just a general relaxing chat with each other.

“Well,” Janette finally said after the wine was gone, standing. “Shall we?”

Janette and Amy walked into the bedroom, a trail of discarded clothing marking the way for Miho to follow. She resisted the urge to pick them up and fold neatly. Not her job. Her job was to watch. This is so odd, she thought.

“Get on the bed, dear,” Janette said when Amy drew near. Her short blonde hair was stylishly mussed – model perfect. Her lingerie – white thigh high stockings, bra and panties blended with the lacy corset to present a pale vision. Janette looked on hungrily while her lean legs scaled the high mattress. Dark eyes drank in the loveliness as she positioned herself in the middle, bright eyes eagerly returning the smoldering look.

Miho stepped into the room. A chair had been set in a location to watch all the action. She sat quietly, knees together, hands resting on top. Janette’s long hair ran down her back. All she had on was a tiny patch of white panties. Her breasts stood proudly.

By the end of this book I finally was comfortable and ready to roll. <whew> Never again. If nothing else I’ll write love letters by the ream.

Check Desperate Hot Futa Wife out.

 

Cover Reveal

futa-wife-book-1Getting to the final stages of my latest book, Desperate Hot Futa Wife. Got the joy of searching my free photo sites to find some appropriately sexy to catch the eye of the casual Kindle browser. Wow. Take two months off and new photos get uploaded like crazy! I had so much to enjoy. I downloaded enough photos for a 10-book series haha. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.

 

What do you think? Would you at least stop your scrolling long enough the read the title?

Miho is a futa who has problems. Her husband has been laid off and unable to find employment. Their savings is dwindling quickly and the rent is building up. If something doesn’t happen fast they are going to find themselves on the street.

While shopping for bogos at the supermarket Miho meets up with an older woman who performs an act of kindness. Going to her home the next day, Miho pays her back… with interest. Impressed, the woman gives her a business card that just may be the answer to Miho’s prayers.

 

A Couple of 5-Star Reviews

Always like to see these, however short. I thank you Deiron very much. May a futa visit you soon!

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Customer Review

5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars, November 1, 2016
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This review is from: Mother Superior Book 3: Confrontation (Kindle Edition)
Nice continuation of the previous 2 story’s. Worth for a continuation of this;

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Customer Review

5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars, November 1, 2016
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This review is from: Futanari Convent Book 1: Transition: A Futa Fantasy (Kindle Edition)
Nice story.

 

 

 

Mother Superior Book 3: Confrontation LIVE

mother-superior-3Those vampires are at it again. In Mother Superior Book 3: Confrontation they just escape their pursuers, move to another home only to find out they are being tracked. Aurora is teaching her fledgling and lover Diavola how to stalk. Sister Shannon runs into the vampire hunters at a grocery store and rushes to tell Aurora. She has an idea. Can Diavola pull it off?

Blurb

The vampire family of Aurora, Diavola and Shannon had fled ahead of the hunters of Deacon Rowe. Aurora has the duty of fending off his attacks and providing for their safety, all while training the fledgling Diavola. Could she avoid a confrontation? Or were they destined to meet them head on. When the decisive moment comes a surprising Diavola solves their problem.

This is a 7,500-word book about futa and vampire love. It contains inter-species sex and blood.

Excerpt

The two dark clad figures crossed the deserted road that passed the ancient edifice. They entered the park where Aurora waited, grinning, naked, skin gleaming in the moonlight. Her mate has performed well. Hunting. Stalking. Now procuring her futa feeding. Aurora was pleased.

The meal came to stand in front of Aurora. She presented her neck, pulling aside her cowl to access. Diavola moved to their side to observe. When the vampire’s fangs popped through the skin Diavola felt a surge herself, a jealousy, a sympathetic need to feed. She pushed it aside. Her Maker was paramount.

Aurora’s eyes stared dreamily at Diavola communicating understanding between them. A passion now shared, the feedback grew stronger like bad audio at a rock concert. Diavola sensed the change in herself. Just minutes before there was compassion for the young futa nun. A remembrance of her past life. Now there was just hunger. Even lust. She had come into her own.

As the hot fluid poured down Aurora’s throat she closed her eyes to relish the flavor. Sweet, innocent, pure . . . the blood of a futa dedicated to chastity. As her stomach filled so did her vampire cock. It grew, thickened, lengthened and began a slow throbbing. It reached its limit. Then the futa blood kicked in. As Diavola watched the large erection morphed into a truly gigantic cock with thick ropes of veins coursing around the shaft. Balls grew and dangled.

Diavola’s passion grew strong, threatening to overtake her. Only her steely determination kept it under control. The play of emotions across Aurora’s face drew her to move close . . . close enough to smell the sweet aroma of blood.

Join in the adventure. Pick up Confrontation on Amazon. Smell the blood.

Happy #CoverReveal for 🍁 Welcome to Beantown 🍁 by P Marie and Elle Vanzandt!

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🍁 About the Book 🍁

They say the college years are what really shape a person for adulthood, and although rare, unbreakable bonds of friendship can be made.

Gianna Moretti, Alexis Cole and Shelby Lansing are about to discover just how true that is.

When the three of them are thrust together in a new city and on their own for the first time at Boston College, none of them expected to click so suddenly despite their many differences.

They also didn’t anticipate how much their lives would be changed.

Forgotten dreams, family secrets and heartbreaking fears are revealed as they grow, learn and laugh together. What started as a bond of circumstance quickly becomes something they never realized they’d all been missing –true friendship.
However, when devastation strikes, will their friendship survive?

🍁 About the Authors 🍁

About Elle Vanzandt

Elle Vanzandt grew up a Navy brat who has had the privilege of living in many places but she will always call Illinois her home. A stay-at-home mom to two amazing children, a blogger, and a writer, she wears many hats. With determination and strength taught to her by her mother, she has made it through many obstacles, always sticking with the family motto ‘pull up your bootstraps and get it done’. Writing is an adventure she could have never predicted but is enjoying the ride all the same. In her free time you can find Elle with a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Background noise is a must, usually in the form of her kids, but Netflix and country music on Spotify come in a close second and third.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ElleVanzandtAuthor

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About P. Marie

P. Marie lives in a small town outside of Boston where she was born and raised. She resides in the house she grew up in with her husband of 33 years and her two fur babies, Tek and Tessie. She is the proud mother of two adult children as well. While she is a corporate girl during the day, she has become both a writer and blogger by night. P. Marie says she owes her success to her mother who taught her that if you believe in yourself, you can achieve anything.

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Club Futa Book 1: The Meet LIVE

club-futa-book-1Inspired by my SL experiences, Club Futa Book 1: The Meet is just the beginning of this series. The sexy young futa has been cast out from her family for having transitioned. Alone, broke, scared, she has a room at a fleabag hotel next to a  club. To escape the dreariness of the hot sheet hotel she goes to that club and meets two people who will change her life. An abusive domme named Tawny and a beautiful older African-American club owner Kylie.

Worn down by a life of disappointment Kylie is determined to stay out of the girl’s business even as she watches her leave with Tawny. But she was immediately drawn to the futa, her beauty and her demeanor moved her in ways not felt in years.

I wrote this in a new way for me. Not sure if I was successful, only reviews will tell me. A Facebook friend Michael Martine had shared a post on writing in first person. I realized that, unless I’ve forgotten, I’ve never written in first person. I’ve tried a few times but always went back and switched to third person after a few pages. So I decided on a specific approach: the main character, Kylie, is first person. All other characters are third person. Somehow I managed to get through this episode without throwing anything across the room, so I’ll continue in this vein for future books in this series.

Blurb

When Belle, a sexy young futanari wanders into Kylie’s club the life of both will take a turn. Kylie, a beautiful African-American is determined to stay out of the girl’s business even when the slimy Tawny makes a move on the demure Japanese.

Introduced to the rough end of BDSM without proper training and understanding, Belle feels trapped by circumstances. Can she break away or is she doomed to submit to an unfeeling domme? Will anyone come to her rescue? Does she deserve to be saved? Her parents had driven her from her home . . . why should anyone else care?

This is the first of a series noting the meeting of Kylie and Belle. How will their love progress?

This is a 7,200-word story of love and BDSM and contains scenes of hopelessness, abuse and interracial budding romance.

Excerpt

“This is going to be fun,” Tawny said as they walked down the wooden steps leading into the basement. The concrete floor had a glossy paint that reflected the glow from the incandescent overhead light hanging from a wooden beam. It was an unfinished space, basically just a large area for items the likes of which Belle had never seen. Their rough finish showed great use.

In the middle of the room was a large barrel. A terrycloth pad set on the top. Four anchors were spaced around it. It was obviously the center of attention and deserved its own glowing yellow light. It drew attention from the various buckles and hooks, and an X-shaped cross nearby. The light pooled in a circle around the wooden barrel darkened from sweat and blood.

“You know what this is,” Tawny said indicating the object. Belle shook her head negatively “Come on, with your culture? You’re Japanese. It’s in your blood.”

“I’ve never been out of Iowa, Miss.”

“Well, you’re going to like this. You are now my possession. You have submitted to all of my demands. This is your final exam . . . to see how you follow commands.”

Belle wanted to escape, to run up the stairs and out of this madhouse. But she knew there was no way. Walking out would put her in the hands of a hostile world. No money . . . no family . . . no prospects. She would have to trust her Mistress. It was a small price to pay for life itself.

Come join me in this erotic romance. I’m sure my agent will be fielding television offers soon. Be there at the beginning. Club Futa Book 1: The Meet available at Amazon.

Hilarious Review of My First Book

51hfjlbdlil-_sy346_I have to laugh. This is the absolute worst review  I’ve received and I can’t help but shake my head in wonder. This is for “T-Girl in the Office Book 1: The Beginning.” This is my story, basically, of my first steps as myself. The whole series is based on events from my life, from working in a law office to moving to Florida. It is a nine-book series … my longest to date. So someone picked it up and decided the following:

S ick October 1, 2016
I can only assume the man is a closet flag. He should’ve just apologized and said it’s not my thing.
First, I’m pretty sure I’m not a ‘closet flag.’ I may wave in a stiff breeze but still…
I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who simply did not get the point in any degree. A trans woman meets the man who becomes her great love. He learns to look beyond the superficial and see a beautiful, intelligent woman beyond her penis.
I wonder exactly what this reviewer thought he was going to read from a book who’s very title shouts “T-Girl” as the first word and has the universal transgender logo on the fucking cover. <sigh> Maybe he doesn’t know the meaning of the term.