You’re Kidding Me

7577473-woman-with-surprised-look-in-front-of-computer-stock-photo-shockedColor me surprised. My last book, Desperate Hot Futa Wife has been available for purchase 8 days now… 9 by the time you read this post. Usually, my sales are good for the first weekend and then trail off. Which is OK because I usually have a new one to publish. But this has me flummoxed:

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I have a ranking of #23 for Erotica/Lesbian and #27 in Erotica/Transgender. I can’t tell you how overjoyed that makes me.Thanks to you all. Especially you, Ladydawn, for the lovely review. And no, you don’t get a cut of the profits. LOL

Happy Camper

captureI am happy to report — and forgive me if this comes across wrong, I’m just very relieved — that despite my self-imposed two-month layoff I have not been forgotten by my readers. My latest book, Desperate Hot Futa Wife, went live this morning. By mid-afternoon it had reached a ranking of  25 for Erotica/Lesbian and 40 in LGBT/Transgender. It has since moved up to 28 and 45 but I’ll live with that. I’m happy it was bought/read at all haha. Seriously. Thank you to those who do read my work. I would kiss each and every one of you if I could just track you down.

I’m still never going to take two months off again! Trust me.

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.

 

Bad Sunday

324278d15325d9994f89aaa2f22a82e390822035017ff3a3792efc6299ffcbd1My church lady friends gathered for breakfast last Sunday and asked me to join them. I swear to god that priest will not get off the transphobic high horse. He had brought the trans subject yet again. (I don’t attend any more. This is the subject the ladies chose to discuss, bless their hearts.) So during breakfast I was fucking bombarded with the same damn questions I’ve answered a thousand times. I know we should be patient with CIS folk. To many of them we’re like something dropped from outer space or something. And I don’t mind responding to any serious queries. I’m pretty done with “did you cut your penis off?”-type questions, though. My complaint… what upset me… was that I am plowing the same field over and over. They’ve asked me these things. Several times. I ended up daintily wiping my lips of egg yolk and saying “thank you for asking me to breakfast,” and leaving. I was just exhausted.

We’ll be fine. They didn’t even know I was actually pissed. They are the only friends I have. But they can be a nosy bunch at times.

What really upset me is that when I got online to Second Life to meet my girlfriend Kelly I was all bitchy with her. Even simply left her at one point. I went back but she was properly pissed at me. <sigh> Let me tell you about this woman. She is the best thing in my life. We may have met in Second Life and spend our time there, we email and chat in Real Life, too. There’s a connection. The last thing I want to do is let out my inner bitch and upset her.

Let me tell you about this woman, Kelly. She is the best thing in my life. We may have met in Second Life and spend our time there, we email and chat in Real Life, too. There’s a connection that I haven’t felt in years. The last thing I want to do is let out my inner bitch and upset her.

The good news about is that Kelly bought a special spanking chair just for me, and after her work was done we went home and tested it out. It works! I’ll be able to sit properly by Wednesday heehee.

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.

Mother Superior Book 2: Decisions LIVE

mother-superior-2It’s alive! The vamp is back. Mother Superior Book 2: Decisions is available online. My vampire series moves along with this installment. Diavola, the futa Mother Superior, has to decide her next move in the fight against the vampire Aurora. The decision shocks Diavola’s assistant/lover Sister Shannon. Didn’t shock me. I read my outline. What would you do with the choice: eternal youth or certain death?

I flesh out… so to speak… my vampire mythos with the transition ceremony and first feeding. Warning: blood is involved.

[NOTE: a question has been raised about the photo I used on the cover. Just to protect myself I will be uploading a new version. The link to Amazon will remain the same.]

Blurb

The aging futa Mother Superior Diavola has a decision to make. Stay true to her calling as the facilitator and mentor to young futanari as they enter their new lives, or to toss it all aside for the siren call of eternal youth.

As she and her faithful African-American assistant prepare to meet their adversary, the vampire Aurora, the decision had been made. The die was cast and their adventure was about to begin.

This is a 7,300-word story containing futa and vampire sex. There will be blood.

Excerpt

The ceremony begins. Ancient beyond comprehension they stripped their clothes and tossed aside. The dark room couldn’t hid the bodies framing their sensuality. Futa and vampire melded into one. Aurora’s arms wrapped the nun from behind, one hand sliding across warm flesh to grasp a giant breast as the other took a firm hold of the futa cock jutting proudly.

Long incisors sank deep into the neck with an audible pop. Mother showed no reaction, no indication of pain. Instead she held her neck bent at an angle in surrender. Aurora at first closed her eyes in ecstasy as hot blood poured into her mouth The first swallow was always the sweetest.

Sister stared, mouth agape. It was almost obscene, like the vampire was making love to her superior, her friend, her beloved. Their intertwining of limbs as Mother reached to grasp Aurora’s ass completed the tableau. Precum poured from the dark red cock onto the floor. Sister licked her lips. Tasty. She hated to see the waste.

After several minutes Aurora pulled away, delicately wiping a smudge of blood from her lips and licking a stained finger. Shannon grew weak in the knees. On one hand she wanted to grab the knife and drive it into the monster’s heart to protect her loved one. On the other she desired to be lying under their bodies allowing their juices to dribble into her mouth.

Explore with me the growing relationship between Mother Superior and her Maker, Aurora. They are just getting a good start on their adventure. Book 2: Decisions on Amazon.