Source: Musings on Two Events
I’ve been writing a while now. I started off my publishing career with transgender erotic romances. I published many books/series in that genre. I enjoy the romance of it, taking events from my life and romanticizing them making sure the endings are always happy in the sweetest sense.
Then on a whim, and on a kind of challenge from a writing mentor, I switched to the futa genre. Lots of fun developing an entire mythos for a non-existent species. All of the characters and their sex scenes were as outrageous as I could imagine… and I can imagine a lot LOL.
Sales were radically different. The market for transgender romance is small. I suppose mostly the trans-curious. Fair enough. While I found them emotionally satisfying I was only able to reach my self-assigned goal: To sell enough books that I can pay for a nice restaurant meal once a month… with wine. Heehee not exactly a lofty goal, but I’m not trying to pay my bills with writing. Futa sales were easily twice, usually three, sometimes four times. I earned enough for the goal each week. Restaurant food! No cooking. No cleaning.
Sadly, though, I’ve become disenchanted with futas. Despite being able to let my mind soar into unchartered ideas I missed the more realistic interaction between my transgender characters. While I used futas and their problems as a surrogate for transgender people it just isn’t the same.
So, bottom line: I’m returning to the writing of transgender romantic erotica. I still get to be one nasty piece of work LOL, but hopefully my characters will be someone you may recognize, or want to know and find out what happens next. Sales will suck… don’t care. I will be pleasing myself.
This is not to say I’m going to abandon vampires or succubi… those are still perking in my mind. My focus will be at a different angle. Happy writing/reading!
The Spinster’s Revenge was published in January 2016. Over a year old now. At the time I noted that was a total dud. It laid on the Amazon eFloor for months… no sales, no page reads. I thought long and hard about why, and came up that I was a writer of erotic romances and the book’s title was hardly conducive to either erotica or romance haha. Some writer, huh.
So imagine my surprise when I checked my Amazon Author Page today to see what is up and found a review for my little book. A 5-star review at that. Someone finally read the thing. Am I ever pleased. So anyway, before the reviewer changes their mind I’m memorializing it in my blog. But first the blurb to remind myself what it was about:
The Spinster’s Revenge is a bookstore run by lesbian feminist Laura in a small town in Florida. Gabby, a famous trans woman author, has come to give a talk and a book signing. When the hurricane bearing down on them forces the cancellation of the event, a night of lust and sex begins.
Forced together, with the storm raging against the old building, they find comfort in each other’s arms. Will the strong ex-marine cause pain to the slight tattooed feminist, or extreme pleasure instead? Will Laura’s sexual skills tame the beast and bring her to her knees?
Top Customer Reviews
on February 18, 2017Format: Kindle Edition
Excellent story. Short but sweet. Well structured and well written, and of course, very hot! An excellent portrayal of lust and love beyond the binary. Hope to see a lot more from Isabella.
So I thank you, Amazon Customer, for reminding me this book even existed and enjoying my effort. Makes me a happy little writer.
Three weeks. Three damns weeks down the tube. I usually put out a book a week, 6,000 to 8,000 words. I’ve done that for 59 weeks now. Yet I’ve been working on this sequel for three weeks, got down to one final scene and for the life of me I can’t bring myself to put out this worthless piece of crap. Nothing I’ve done.. edit… add new character… redirect action… has made me happy. So I just surrendered.
To be fair, I have abandoned books in the past only to return at a later time and cut out huge chunks to work into a totally different book. So it’s not a lost cause. But it’s thrown me off my schedule. I’ve been throwing my pens across the room scaring the crap out of my poor dog LOL. (yes, I’m old-fashioined enough to write primarily been fountain pen, then transcribe). She should be happy i didn’t throw the laptop!
Color 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:
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
I 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.
Advice 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.
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.
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.