A Decade of Writing | The Misty Vixen Newsletter | January 2025

I have been writing Romance For Men for a decade now.

Over a decade as, technically, Hellcats - Episode 01: Six Foot Ten released on September 23rd, 2014. For the sake of ease, I just say my career as Misty Vixen began around the beginning of 2015.

This is not where I thought I would be.

I don’t want to go on for too long and while it would probably be a smarter decision, I’m opting to mostly just freestyle my thoughts like I do for all my other posts.

In the beginning, there were monster girls. Well, to be specific, alien girls. While I had been poking around with the idea of actually trying to become a writer for a couple of years at that point, what actually got me started was the fact that while I noticed there were lots and lots of erotic stories about human women being fucked by big monster dudes, there was practically nothing I could find of the opposite. My motivation in the beginning was, quite literally, monster girls need love, too. And alien girls, mutant girls, tall girls, weird girls. And also, I figured we had heard enough from the ripped firefighter and the billionaire CEO who is also jacked and an astronaut and the spy and the warrior and on and on. I wanted to hear from the regular dudes.

Things are different now, but I like to believe mostly in an organic way. I don’t write about the average guy as much anymore, but I feel like it’s because I satisfied that need with four straight years of regular guy protagonists. I have to say, looking back over everything, I am a little amazed at how little my convictions have changed since the beginning. I’ve mellowed, certainly, but the things that I wanted to write about then I still want to write about even to this day. People going their own way, people dealing with the agony of mental health problems, people slaying isolation and loneliness, people doing the right thing because it’s the right thing, people loving each other.

But I do wonder if this is just a thing that most authors do. If they settle into the types of stories they want to tell, the types of protagonists they tend to write, and then they just get better at telling those stories and writing those protagonists.

I am, frankly, shocked by where I am today with my career. I am more successful than I ever dreamed was realistically possible. I’ve said before that I worry over being able to help people in my life, and I am at a point where I can do that. And now that a lot of the dust of adolescence has settled, what I imagined to be true from a young age-that people and experiences will ultimately matter more to you than things and numbers, even accomplishments-turned out to be quite true.

I wanted to take this opportunity here to say: Thank you to my readers. I owe the majority of my career to you. You are the ones who made this possible. Functionally speaking, you probably literally saved my life by helping make this work. Telling a tale is its own pleasure, but being heard completes the circle. Crying out into the void is awful, until someone calls back. So I wanted to say thank you, and that I appreciate you, and everything you’ve done for me. For reading, reviewing, sending kind messages, asking questions, donating, spreading the word, correcting my mistakes, all of it. For all of it. Because at some point it occurred to me that my works were no longer shouting into the void, but that they were the responding call to others who were shouting. I’ve had a lot of people tell me now that my works have helped the pain of life to pass more easily, and that is very good to hear. To quote Stephen King: “(Speaking on Different Seasons) Most readers, in fact, wanted to tell me that one of the stories roused their emotions in some way, made them think, made them feel, and those letters are the real payback for the days (and there are a lot of them) when the words come hard and the inspiration seems thin or even nonexistent.” I should probably stop now or I’ll just keep going. For real though, thank you for supporting me, and continuing to do so.

All right, we’ve spoken on emotional matters, let’s talk logistics. Let’s look ahead at 2025.

Also, just really quick, I am sorry that I didn’t get another Our Own Way novel out in 2024. I really was intending to, but I had…difficulties in December. As was evidenced by my very obvious, public breakdown……s. Which is always embarrassing. I am generally better now, I think? Being me, emotionally speaking, is at times very difficult.

So two things are going to define this year, and they are a mixed bag. The first thing is that I need to catch up. I need to stop having more than one series going on at the same time. (Or at least no more than two.) Besides the fact that it clearly is hated by the algorithm and thus is bad for business when I take forever to release a sequel, it’s also driving me crazy. Unfortunately, this is a decision I made in, like, 2023. And I decided that 2024 was going to be my year of ‘catching up’. Only that didn’t happen. It’s 2025 and I’m still not caught up yet. And so that needs to be fixed. The second thing is the algorithm.

The fucking algorithm.

I’m always wrestling with that fucking thing, but then again, we all are.

Due to a unique circumstance, I ended up with a dead zone of publishing where I didn’t actually publish a single thing to my own account, as I was busy working on titles that were going to be published by other accounts (RGP, for example), and it became very clear to me that the algorithm does not like this. My income from ebooks was chopped in half in about six weeks, and then kept sliding down from there. Not dramatically, but the message was clear: You must keep feeding the algorithm. And so I’ve been pondering on this problem, because I would actually really like to be able to take more time on my novels. Due to some unique circumstances, it took me over a year to actually write Lakeside Cougars. Normally, it takes me about six weeks. Everyone has been telling me Lakeside Cougars 1 is the best thing I’ve ever written, and I feel like this is because I took so much more time instead of just shotgunning it like I normally have to do.

I have ideas that would benefit from more time. Well, okay, they all would benefit from more time, but it would be nice to release bigger, better, more finely crafted novels. Unfortunately, I have not yet reached the lofty heights of success that a few others have that I can afford to take my time. (As a quick aside here, if you’re confused about why I’m still concerned about income, it’s because I have anxiety problems but also the last few years have shown me just how absolutely fucking batshit things can get, and how insane inflation can be, and any sense of security I might have found from the past few years is rapidly diminishing. Like, I think people genuinely don’t realize how bad it’s going to get.) I pondered on this issue for most of the last six months, and ultimately settled on Down the Rabbit Hole. So this is why I started a new thing even though I said I need to stop starting new things before I’ve gotten caught up. Basically, I’m hoping DtRH will keep the algorithm off my back long enough for me to catch up, and then to allow me to take more time with future works. Plus, if we’ve learned anything about me, it’s that I cannot predict when I will have some kind of mental health crisis and not be able to write for like two weeks.

With all of this in mind, let’s have a little looksee at how 2025 is going to play out.

  • OUR OWN WAY: So after some waffling and a year that saw only a single novel released, I have decided that Our Own Way is going to be my next flagship franchise. I will very likely keep this series going to nine novels, and it’s very possible I may go on beyond that. I really like this series. I’m intending to release three more novels this year, OOW 5, 6, & 7, and I intend to keep writing those bonus shorts from the harem’s perspective. In fact, I think that’s going to be what I do going forward for all series, because this actually feels really perfect. I will discuss below my tentative plans, and I want to stress that they are tentative, for a release schedule for the year, and when you can expect to see these novels, as well as everything else I’m going to speak of.

  • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE: This one will be pretty straightforward. A new episode of approximately 25,000 words or roughly 100 Kindle pages (I think, that system is seriously screwy) will be published at the first of each month, every month of the year. Meaning twelve episodes. I will be releasing Collections after every four episodes, about six weeks after the release of the fourth, eighth, and twelfth episodes. These collections will feature a minimum of one bonus short story set between the episodes from the perspective of the harem. I have also confirmed that there will be audiobooks for this series, though they will only be paired with the Collections, as it would tank sales to release these as individual episodes. I’ve got a rough outline and the series can end at Episode 12, or it can keep going. Basically, it’s an experiment to see how it does, how easily I can write it, how much people like it.

  • LAKESIDE COUGARS: I ended up waffling for a bit and ultimately I landed on extending this trilogy by one novel. I intend to write and publish Lakeside Cougars 3 & 4 during the first half of the year, then publish the omnibus either late in 2025 or early in 2026. There will be no bonus content.

  • DEAD FREEZE: This is the first thing getting wrapped up. I will be spending this month getting Dead Freeze 3 written and off to Lara, and it will ideally be out in February. There will also be no bonus content for the omnibus, which will be released sometime this year as well. And then that’ll be it.

  • SHELTER FROM THE STORM: Yep! I was supposed to have gotten back to this by now but at some point it became obvious to me that I couldn’t divide my attention well enough to properly write this story, as it’s somewhat near and dear to my heart. Firstly: I do intend to finish it out as a trilogy. There is the potential for more, but at least a trilogy. Basically, I want to get Dead Freeze and Lakeside Cougars wrapped up, get my mono-romance out, and at least two novels for Our Own Way written, and then I will turn my hand to this series and get back to the suicidally depressed war hero combat tech.

  • PRIMEVAL MONO ROMANCE PROJECT: My secret project. I’ve been piecing this together when I can find time and it’s only about third done right now. I’ve spoken about it before, but basically it will be a romance set in the world of RAW (with no meaningful overlap, so don’t get your hopes up), it will feature a ‘big, badass woman with shorter, scrawny man’ trope. It will be written as a stand alone, but there is definitely room for a sequel, or more, if the ideas take me hard enough and people want it badly enough. I’ll begin posting it to Patreon when it’s about halfway finished. I’m liking this one so far.

  • SIDE PROJECT: I don’t really want to do much more than bring this up. I’ve been kicking around a notion with a friend of mine for a while now and we’re a lot closer to finalizing this notion. Basically, I want to launch a little pen name that we can collab on and publish to and earn her some money. Not as a primary source of income, but as like a smaller revenue stream. We’re still kicking the idea around, but it would be like erotic shorts or the occasional haremlit novella. It would be something resembling Gabe’s career, for those familiar. Hell, I may even take a crack at By the Hearthfire’s Light, turn that into a reality for fun. None of these will break any rules, it’s just that some of them won’t be haremlit, it’ll just be a protagonist and one or maybe two girls. Like I said, we’re ironing it out. Also, to sate curiosity, it’s no one from the community or anything, just someone I know and want to help. Once we get things settled, I’ll set up a little section on my website. And these will be published to the Kindle, and the KU, so you can read them in the way most familiar to you.

Now, here is something that I will almost certainly regret: a publishing timeline! I am trying to be more organized, more regimented, more focused this year, and so as a result, I am trying to adhere to a schedule. Traditionally, this has not gone well. So take this with a massive grain of salt and assume that it will change.

  • JANUARY

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 01 | 01.01.2025

  • FEBRUARY

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 02 | 02.01.2025

    • DEAD FREEZE 3

  • MARCH

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 03 | 03.01.2025

    • OUR OWN WAY 5

  • APRIL

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 04 | 04.01.2025

    • LAKESIDE COUGARS 3

  • MAY

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 05 | 05.01.2025

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - COLLECTION ONE | 05.15.2025

    • PRIMEVAL MONO-ROMANCE

  • JUNE

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 06 | 06.01.2025

    • LAKESIDE COUGARS 4

  • JULY

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 07 | 07.01.2025

    • OUR OWN WAY 6

  • AUGUST

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 08 | 08.01.2025

    • SHELTER FROM THE STORM

  • SEPTEMBER

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 09 | 09.01.2025

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - COLLECTION TWO | 09.15.2025

    • SHELTER FROM THE STORM 2

  • OCTOBER

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 10 | 10.01.2025

    • SHELTER FROM THE STORM 3

  • NOVEMBER

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 11 | 11.01.2025

  • DECEMBER

    • DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE - EPISODE 12 | 12.01.2025

Clearly, this is an ambitious timeline. You can see why I do not expect to be able to write anything else. Even if a miracle pulls through, this just leaves me with the last two months in what will be a very busy year. It’s extremely possible that I may finish up my last project needed for the year and say fuck it and take a vacation. I guess we’ll see.

Okay, one more thing.

For the sake of my sanity, I suppose I should make a list of what I managed to accomplish in 2024, but I’ll be putting it down here because I am admittedly ashamed by how little I got done overall.

  • I published Beneath the Ashes 2 & 3, and finished out the trilogy with the Omnibus.

  • I published Goblin Girls Do It Better II & III, and finished out the trilogy with the Omnibus.

  • I published Our Own Way 4.

  • I wrote a breeding short story, For the Future, for the HaremLit 2024 Anthology Bullets, Blades, & Babes. (Also, if anyone is curious, I am not participating in the anthology this year. I have too much to do.)

  • I, with Lara’s help, launched Dead Freeze and wrote the sequel.

  • I wrote two short stories for Our Own Way that were unique because they were my first ever real attempt to write from the perspective of the harem, and this has prompted me to keep doing it.

  • I published Lakeside Cougars and also the sequel.

And unless I missed something, that’s it. Nine novels, two of which were coauthored, and three short stories.

Hopefully there will be more this year.

I wish you all luck and happiness for 2025. I think we’ll all need it.

End of the Year Sale/Giveaway!

The year is drawing to a close and I am once again handing out shitloads of novels for free and collections for cheap. If you’ve been holding out and waiting for something to go on sale, now is your time! And this time, Lara X. Lust is throwing in with me!

Starting midnight on December 26th and going until December 30th, the sale begins!

Below is a complete list of every single title I have for free or discounted. If you could spread this information around, I would really appreciate it. Word-of-mouth is realistically one of the few tools we have left to use against the algorithm.

While this is a very extensive sale, it is not absolute. Our Own Way, Lakeside Cougars, Dead Freeze, and Beneath the Ashes will not be participating in the sale in any way.

Down the Rabbit Hole | First Look

Yes, I went there.

A horny harem series about bunny girls called Down the Rabbit Hole.

To be honest, I’m shocked someone else hasn’t done it first. Need To Breed was the original title, but I was talked out of that.

So, what actually is this thing that I’m talking about?

Back in the summer of 2023, Amazon made an abrupt decision that sent a lot of us authors into a state of panic for about two solid months. They then abruptly basically reversed the decision, and acted like it had never happened. Well, the thing is, a lot of panic decisions were made on my behalf. It led to a couple of things, like Beneath the Ashes and Goblin Girls Do It Better.

A couple of other potential projects were considered and ultimately rejected. At one point I decided I was going to do a more heavily erotic series that also featured a few tropes I normally don’t go for. Like bunny girls and isekai. I whipped up an idea and got to writing, but ultimately abandoned it when it became obvious it wasn’t going to work for what I was hoping. I almost deleted it completely, but figured I could do something with the stuff I’d written so far.

Well, that idea stayed with me and I found myself oddly yearning to return to and expand on it over the next year and a half. Finally, a solution presented itself.

It’s no secret that I am struggling more just recently with my mental health. This makes writing very hard. That, combined with the fact that I find myself wanting to take more time to write my novels, means I had to go looking for a solution of some kind. I considered a few different options, but ultimately I went in for the old tried and true solution of “I will write a series of serialized novellas!”. Even though every single time I try this, I ultimately come to the conclusion that it was a mistake and I should never do it again.

Why I think this is going to be different is because of my goal. It’s become obvious to me that the algorithm needs to be fed like a fire. I can’t keep throwing an entire log on every month. I don’t have a novel a month in me anymore, I think. It’s less that I don’t want to do it, and believe me, I don’t want to, but more because I can’t. I’m suffering as a consequence of trying, which means the work is suffering, which means the readers are suffering. It’s lose-lose all around.

This is the solution I have settled on. I will be releasing a new episode in this series at the beginning of each month. Each one will be around 25,000 words, while the first episode will be around 30,000. Every four episodes, I will bind them together with some bonus content and release them basically as typical novels. The episodes will have simpler cover art, and the full releases will have proper cover art. Also, I dialed back the eroticism, given that’s not really the goal of this particular project anymore. Fear not, though, if you’re looking for horny bunny girls desperate to be bred, it will have that.

Now, as for what this is actually about.

Down the Rabbit Hole focuses on Hunter, a grizzled veteran with memory troubles. He has just awoken in a mysterious world that is shockingly similar to his own, only this one is even more consumed by war and catastrophe than the world he left behind. And all the people have horns or tails or animal ears. Discovered by four bunny girls on the run as their civilization is consumed by war and societal collapse, he assumes the role of their protector. And breeder. (To be clear, the people of this world are basically the thing I’ve complained about a lot: human but with bunny ears or cat tails or wings.)

It’s going to be more along the lines of what people look for in haremlit, I think.

I’m intending to put the first episode up for pre-order on either the 23rd or 26th, not sure yet. Probably the 23rd, because the 26th is when I’m going to launch my huge end-of-the-year sale. Before that, however, I’ll be throwing this up on Patreon as early access.

I hope you all enjoy this! I’m also hoping this will help give me some more breathing room.

Below is the first chapter for free. And here is a link to the collection on Patreon where it will be uploaded in its entirety before getting taken down for the pre-order.

Awareness came to him gradually.

It filled his mind and senses the way the sun fills the sky as it rises.

The things that came to him seemed somehow disconnected, dislocated from each other, each an experience of only one sense.

Beneath him, he felt something wet and cold.

This passed out of his awareness and he might have slipped back into unconsciousness for a few seconds or a few hours.

Consciousness then brought another thing to him: distant but powerful sounds. Repetitive. They evoked a deep and immediate sense of fear and swift reaction, but he was in no condition to indulge either.

Next came smell: grass, rain, something much stronger. Something burning.

Every time he surfaced from the dark depths of his mind, he felt worse. Pain infected him, drilled into every instant with increasing effectiveness.

At last, he opened his eyes.

Stars and a dark sky above. The moon.

He paused, blinked.

Two moons.

Then, from somewhere nearby, a voice, speaking. A question? The words were meaningless to him. Coherency was coming, but it was still a long way off.

Footsteps, drawing closer.

The voice again, a question again, he was sure this time, and sharper, but still meaningless.

Had something happened to him?

And then a face appeared in his field of vision. A visage of raw, savage beauty. A woman, red hair pulled into a ponytail that slipped over one shoulder as she leaned cautiously towards him. Blood on a tanned face that she absently wiped at with the back of a gloved hand. The eyes she studied him with were some of the bluest and most beautiful he’d ever seen.

And…

Rabbit ears?

He tried to speak but all that did was cause her to jerk back.

And then the darkness swam over him once again.


…


When he came awake again, it was with the impression that a lot of time had passed.

He had a string of uncertain memories.

Being moved. Being spoken to. Distant explosions and gunfire cutting through the air. The redheaded woman with the bunny ears (surely he had hallucinated that) asking him more questions in a language he didn’t understand.

He remembered starlit darkness, and then more voices, being carried and dragged, steel corridors and dim lights.

And then…

He opened his eyes. Stared at a bland gray ceiling. Whatever was providing the light source flickered briefly and it was like driving nails into his eyes, his brain. Everything seemed to hurt, but his head ached like nothing else on him.

A door opened somewhere nearby and he winced at the clang it made. Footsteps again, getting closer, and then someone else was looking down at him.

This woman was very different from the first. Short, thin, her black hair chin-length. She had an air of professional detachment, and…

Bunny ears.

What? How? Why?

He felt a lot more conscious and aware now, but damn if those weren’t rabbit ears coming out of her head.

She asked him something and somehow, he thought he was in some way closer to grasping the meaning of the mysterious language.

When he didn’t respond, she raised one finger, which he followed with his eyes, and drew it to herself, to her chest. She wore a long-sleeved, button-down beige shirt, the pocket of which had several shiny instruments secured within.

“Chloe,” she said, tapping her chest. Then she reached out and tapped his chest gently and raised her eyebrows.

Oh. Name. She wanted his name.

He opened his mouth, and then hesitated when nothing immediately came. He closed his mouth and frowned. She seemed to take it for confusion, which it technically was, and tried again, repeating the gesture and the word.

Struggling through the pain and disorientation, he thought he had something. H something. H, h, h…

“Hunter,” he said at once. To emphasize this, slowly, his body protesting sharply with pain, he reached up and tapped his chest. “Hunter.” To show he got what she meant, he pointed to her and said, “Chloe.”

She smiled. She had a really pretty smile and it seemed to transform her whole face. She tried asking him another question, but it was still gibberish to him. Her ears twitched when he shook his head, then he winced and groaned, placing a hand against his head.

Hunter watched as the smile disappeared and the clinical detachment returned.

She turned away for a moment and when she came back, she held something in her hand, something he couldn’t quite make out. She said something that he thought was meant to be calming, then pressed it against his neck.

There was a sharp pain, followed almost immediately by a soft warmth that began expanding outwards, sinking tendrils of pleasure up into his aching head and down into pain-ravaged body, and then he was delivered smoothly back into sleep.


…


The next time Hunter opened his eyes, he heard arguing, two familiar voices.

He carefully raised his head, finding that it didn’t hurt nearly so much this time, (though the wobble of dizziness told him he was still on heavy painkillers), and saw two familiar figures. The redhead and the dark haired woman who had helped him.

The redhead was gesturing at him sharply, arguing about something, angry, but the woman (medic?) with dark hair was steadfastly standing her ground. The redhead snapped her gaze in his direction when he shifted a little more and began to walk towards him, but the medic put a hand on her chest, above some considerable breasts that were very clearly visible through the thin fabric of the tanktop she wore.

The redhead snapped something, and he caught the word “dangerous!”, and the medic responded, her tone flat but very authoritative.

Finally, the redhead snapped something else and marched out of the room.

The medic watched her go, then turned back towards him and walked over. She picked something up from a small table beside him, a tablet, and began typing on it, scrutinizing it closely.

She began speaking again, and he caught the words “Sorry” and “dangerous” and “tired”. Then she began a long litany of words that he slowly realized must be whatever she’d read from the tablet. His vitals? Had to be.

Even as he thought that, he heard “pulse”.

Finally, she stopped and set the tablet aside, then looked at him, like she was expecting something from him.

Hunter decided to try for something. “I’m thirsty,” he said.

Chloe, he abruptly remembered, frowned. He repeated himself, then, when that didn’t work, he made a motion of lifting a glass to his lips, then tapped his throat.

“Oh!” she said, looking at once both surprised and then a little guilty.

She walked across the small room they were in and as she presumably found him something to drink, he studied the space around him.

It was cramped. He was on a bed in one corner of it. He saw another bed, a little desk with a computer on it, a rolling metal table pushed up beside him, and the rest of the space was taken up by some counters and cabinets. From one of these she found a glass and filled it with water from a sink built into the counter.

At least, he hoped it was water. It looked like water.

She came back and offered him the glass. He sat up more, wincing, and accepted the glass, then smelled it cautiously, instincts warning him to be sure.

Chloe said something and in there was “safe”.

He took a drink. It was definitely water. He drank it all off and then passed her back the glass.

“Thank you,” he said, and she froze in the process of taking back the glass.

She asked him something that ended with “Thank you”. What the fuck was going on? Hunter thought he knew, or that he had the knowledge, somewhere in his skull, but he couldn’t be sure at the moment. He shrugged helplessly.

Chloe stared at him for a moment longer, then she turned away and moved to put the glass back. He found his eyes drawn down. She was wearing some tight blue shorts and she’d changed from the beige long-sleeve to a yellow short-sleeve button-down. Her tight ass was showcased pretty nicely in the shorts and…

She had a tail. A small, fluffy stub of a tail the same dark white, almost gray, as her ears, poking out between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the shirt.

When she turned back around, he realized that the top two buttons of her shirt were undone. Chloe seemed to notice him noticing that and looked down at herself, then slowly back up at him. Her cheeks flushed. A small, awkward smile came onto her face and she took a few steps closer to him, hesitated, then came to stand by his bedside again.

She reached up and gently fingered the shirt, pushing it open just a tiny bit. She asked him a question hesitantly, but all he got out of it was “see?”.

Hunter felt confused about a lot, a hell of a lot right now, but he wasn’t confused about that at least. He nodded and reached up. Chloe swallowed and watched with wide eyes as his hand came to her shirt. He began pulling it open slowly, half expecting her to stop him, but her body language was extremely inviting.

The shirt caught on the third button, still buttoned, and only a little bit of her chest had been revealed. He moved his hand down and fumbled with the button for a moment, his fingers clumsy, his head clouded.

There. He got it undone and her shirt opened more, revealing the gentle curve of a pair of small, firm breasts.

They were still at least half hidden. In that moment, it seemed like absolutely everything else could wait. Bunny ears and a bunny tail or not, this was still an extremely attractive woman who was coming onto him. Her eyes slid down lower and he hesitated, following her gaze, realizing he had an erection that was pressing up against the sheet over him.

Now it was her turn to reach out. She pulled the sheet back, pausing twice, like she expected him to stop her, but there was no way he was derailing whatever this was. As she flipped the sheet back, he realized that he was naked save for a pair of gray boxers, which his erection was straining against.

Chloe rested her hand slowly across it and she actually shuddered. Then she looked up at him, her hand still there, resting on his crotch, which was pulsing in time with his heart now as his desire began overwhelming everything else.

“All right?” she asked.

Head swimming with lust and painkillers, he nodded and smiled. She returned the smile and leaned forward a little. He reached down to try and get the fourth button undone…

And that was when the door opened and someone new stepped in.

“Chloe!” she snapped.

Chloe responded immediately, hastily flipping the sheet back into place and beginning to button herself up as she took a step back from him. Hunter felt a wave of frustration roll through him, but it was softened by the painkillers.

Damn but was he horny now!

The arrival of the new woman didn’t help, because she was also very attractive, though in a different way. She was a little taller and a little older than Chloe. Her pale blonde hair was pulled into a rough ponytail and her blue eyes held a lot of chill.

She, too, had the ears.

As Chloe finished buttoning herself back up, blushing worse than ever, the new woman studied him coldly from across the room. She had an air of authority that the others didn’t.

She asked him something. Waited. He shook his head.

She tried again. “What’s your name?”

“Hunter,” he replied.

She looked mildly surprised, then asked him something else. He shook his head. Her frown deepened and she looked at Chloe for a moment, asked a question. Chloe responded and he caught a little bit of it.

This was starting to get frustrating.

They spoke a bit more to each other, the new woman returning her gaze back to him. She seemed more curious now.

Behind her, the redhead appeared in the doorway. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. She fixed him with an amused and intense stare that said ‘try something, please’. Hunter sighed and laid back down in the bed. The other woman, who seemed to be in charge of the group, appeared to be debating with Chloe.

Probably about what to do with him.

He felt questions crowding in. Where was he? What was the situation? Why was he having so much trouble remembering...everything?

Why did they have ears? And tails?

What the fuck was going on?

Whatever conversation they seemed to be having ended, and judging from their expressions, in some kind of stalemate.

Chloe walked back over to him, holding the same medical tool as before.

“Sleep,” she said, injecting him again and patting his chest.

The questions were going to have to wait a bit longer.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter | December 2024

 
 

Lakeside Cougars is here!

Dead Freeze 2 is also here!

And that’s going to be most of the good news.

I’m going to expand on this more during the new years update, but I need to take some time off in a broader sense of the meaning. I’m having…problems. And they seem to be getting worse. And my biggest problem is burnout. Or at least, my biggest problem relating directly to this. I am…very tired.

What does that mean practically speaking? I am going to have to face the reality that there is basically no chance I’m going to get another novel out before the end of the year. That being said, I will be working on things. Just slower. Quick updates below.

  • OUR OWN WAY 5: Obviously this is the big one. I’ve got a good idea of what’s going to happen in this novel and I’m pretty excited to get to this one. I’m really hoping for this to be out in January.

  • OUR OWN WAY - HAREM SHORT 2: This is the one thing I’ll get out this month. I want to write another short story from the girls’ perspective. I’ll post it for free on my Patreon just like the last one.

  • PRIMEVAL MONO-ROMANCE: Production on this slowed as I worked to get Lakeside Cougars 2 finished in time. I’m intending to make some more meaningful progress on this one. Hoping for perhaps a February release. I’ll start posting it to Patreon when it’s about halfway done.

  • DEAD FREEZE 3: This one…did not get much done on it. It also got set aside, although even harder. Still looking at an early 2025 release. Hopefully.

  • SECRET PROJECT: I’ve been puzzling over this broader problem of needing more breathing room in terms of publishing, and I’ve cooked something up that I think will help. And also will be very fun to read. I’m going to release a separate post about this very soon.

I’ll have more to say January 1st. I wish I had better things to tell you.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter | November 2024

 
 

Well October kind of sucked. I had difficulties, both physically and emotionally, and it really fucked me up for a little bit there. I’ve emotionally evened out, and physically I still have to figure out. Yet more new problems that have no obvious cause and hurt. Yay.

Anyway, onto the writing.

Those are the things I managed to get out last month! To expand a little…

  • The omnibus of Goblin Girls Do It Better contains a single bonus short, for those interested in that. There was a delay in the audiobook for Goblin Girls Do It Better III and I’m still not sure how that’s going, except to say that it’s still delayed. I’m hoping it’ll be out this month. At some point next year (I think, don’t quote me) the audio omnibus will come out and then that will be the last thing needed to consider this trilogy fully finished.

  • So I’ve been wanting to write a monogamous romance (or mono-romance) for a little while now. I took a poll earlier in the season and found out that people do very much want alternating perspectives between the man and the woman. Which I have very, very little experience with. So I decided to write a short story as bonus (and canon) content for Our Own Way. IMPORTANT NOTE: That story is completely free, even though it’s on my Patreon. You shouldn’t even have to sign up! I’m just using Patreon to host it. The story itself isn’t too long and is basically just a cozy night in about a week after Our Own Way 4 where Ellen and Chloe and Holly talk about Gabe. I’m hoping it turned out well.

  • I started work on Lakeside Cougars 2, like I said! And I did manage to get the bulk of the work done…in the technical sense that 51% is technically the bulk of a given work. It’s probably a little higher, but yeah. I had very much hoped to get like 80-90% of it written, but this month was…difficult for me. And unfortunately I’m not quite out of the woods yet.

Now, let’s discuss the upcoming month, because I have some interesting news!

  • Dead Freeze 2 should go up for a short pre-order very, very soon.

  • I only managed to get pre-production on Dead Freeze 3 done, something else sort of jumped up and took all my attention away.

  • This is the thing that took away my attention and the exciting news: I’ve begun work on my first mono-romance project! I’ve been finding that I want to do it more and more as time has gone on, and although I thought I had settled on what would be my first one, this completely different idea kind of just hit me like a bullet and I just got started writing it because I felt really inspired. And I also ordered a very expensive cover for it. Here’s what I’m willing to say about it right now: It’s set in the same universe as RAW, (though to quash hopes now, it doesn’t feature any direct cameos of anyone and is completely separate from RAW). It’s intended as a stand alone project, but if it does well, I can easily write a sequel. It will be about a 40-60 split between the male and female perspectives, the male perspective being the 60%. Finally: if you like the whole ‘larger, badass woman/smaller, shy guy’ dynamic, you are are REALLY going to like this one. The very last thing I’ll say is: this will follow all the same conventions and rules of haremlit. The only difference is that there will just be one girl. So basically, if you like my other work, you should like this one just fine. Because this one is a little more uncertain, I’m going to wait until I hit the 50% mark before I start posting early access to Patreon. Ideally, I’ll be able to get this published before 2025, but it’s kind of a wildcard and I have other things to get done so…we’ll see about that.

  • Lakeside Cougars 2 should be out this month. Unless there’s some massive boost in sales, I’ve decided that I’m going to keep Lakeside Cougars a trilogy. Honestly, it’s too similar to writing Our Own Way and it’s kind of burning me out having to keep up with both of them. Although…I guess, if I’m being honest, it isn’t impossible that I could go with a fourth one. We’ll see how I feel while writing Lakeside Cougars 3.

That’s what I got for now.

Lakeside Cougars 2 Preview

“Are you sure we shouldn’t drive down?” Edith asked.

“Trust me, Edith, there’s not even enough for us all to carry something. There’s basically just a suitcase of my extra clothes that I left behind,” Atticus replied.

“And walking is nice, especially on days like today,” Colleen said, looking skyward.

He did as well.

She was right, it was shaping up to be another perfect Oregon day. Or at least perfect for him: low-to-mid sixties, light breeze, faint gray cloud cover, the potential for rain sometime in the evening. It was absolutely perfect.

And while his life did not feel perfect right now, it sure as hell felt good.

They had decided to move the rest of his stuff over pretty much immediately after they’d wrapped up that big conversation about the immediate future.

“So you can really just...not go home?” Edith asked as they closed in on his lakehouse.

“If I don’t want to, yeah. Why?” Atticus replied.

“It’s just-I mean, what about your responsibilities? Friends? Family?”

“I wrapped up and then closed off as many responsibilities as I could over the last nine months so I could focus on Cold Reset. Then I made sure to wrap up everything else as much as I could before coming here. I also definitely neglected my relationships to do that. But...I have to admit, after doing that and then actually looking back over those relationships, I have come to the conclusion that most of my friends are more acquaintances than friends.”

“What made you come to that conclusion?” Colleen asked. She had the tone of a pleased teacher trying to determine if the student actually understood what they were talking about.

“I looked over our conversations and thought back to hanging out. Honestly, it’s just that few of them seemed to...care, I guess. A lot of my friendships felt one-sided and there was this part of me that I think is almost dead, or at least severely weakened, that was pretty desperate for human contact, that was putting in far, far more effort than I was receiving. And I get that it’s not going to be perfectly matched all the time, but it was clear most of them just didn’t have that much invested. Which, also, I’m not saying they had to be at my beck and call twenty four seven, but…”

“I get it,” Edith said.

“So, wait, you’re saying the part of you that desires human contact is mostly dead?” Colleen asked.

“No. That-yeah, that could’ve been worded better. That part of me has been satisfied a great deal more recently, but I think...dead isn’t quite right. Perhaps, tamed? Calmed? I went into isolation to get Cold Reset made and at first it was really hard but after about three months, I realized that I didn’t actually want what I thought I wanted. I just felt like I had to want it.”

“And that exact feeling is the backbone of civilization right now,” Colleen muttered. “But I’m glad you figured that out. It’s...a curiosity.”

“So how exactly is a desire for human contact the backbone of civilization? I mean, I can see how, but what do you mean?” Edith asked.

Atticus abruptly caught onto that particular interplay between the two women. There was a vague undercurrent of desperation of Edith’s voice when she asked that specific question, and either he was extremely well-tuned to her already, or he was just familiar with this, but he had a strong notion of what it meant.

It was the kind of tone someone adopted when they heard something they perceived as smart and either didn’t get, or didn’t trust their interpretation, and then was filled with the urge to know exactly what the other person meant, to measure their own intelligence against the other person’s.

Which actually made a great deal of sense, given the shape of their shared history.

And his own history. It was not a good feeling.

“Unhappy people spend more money than happy people,” Colleen replied. “So most of the people in positions of commercial authority have a strongly vested interest in keeping us unhappy. Right now, that is what grips out entire society. It infects everything, like radiation in the air, toxic waste in the groundwater. Invisible and devastating. But it’s so very nice to break away from that. To realize that listening to some twenty two year old influencer with more plastic surgery than brain cells is, in fact, not the path to happiness.”

“I guess so...what is the path to happiness, then?” Edith asked.

They were coming up to his lakehouse now. As he slipped the key into the lock, he shared a brief look with Colleen, who looked slightly worried. One of the reasons everything wasn’t perfect: Edith was still suffering.

They all were, probably.

It was just being outshone, for the most part, by all their hedonistic sexual escapades.

“The problem with that question,” Atticus replied as he unlocked the door and let them inside, “is that while there are some common markers to follow, the path to happiness is different for each person. One path to abject misery for one person might be a path to utter bliss for another.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Edith murmured.

“And we’ll help you figure out your way there.”

She looked at him. “You’ll help me figure out, what, how to be happy?”

“I mean, yeah. Well, we’ll try.”

“That is what I’ve been trying to do since I came back,” Colleen said. “Although I realize now that I haven’t quite been trying hard enough.”

“No, that’s-don’t think that,” Edith replied. “I know you’ve been trying. It isn’t that you weren’t trying hard enough. If anything, I think you were doing a good job, because I clearly have not been ready to, mmm, how to put this? I guess, hear you? But don’t think you haven’t been a good friend since coming back.”

Colleen pursed her lips, clearly not in agreement, but she relented. “I suppose I’ll have to just accept that.” She looked to Atticus. “Have you decided what you’re going to tell Kate about all this?”

“No,” he replied. “Although I imagine it won’t be very complicated. Just let her know I’m staying longer.”

“Atticus,” Colleen said, her tone reproachful.

“What?” he asked.

“That girl is very infatuated with you. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

“I really think you’re reading too much into that,” Atticus said. Colleen crossed her arms. Shit, she was really good at that ‘stern teacher’ look. The glasses helped a lot. “Seriously! I’m not saying she doesn’t give a shit about me, but what we have going on is just...hormones. We’re having fun, we’re not falling in love.”

“You’d better be damn sure that she isn’t falling in love if you aren’t,” Colleen replied.

“I mean how sure can I be?! Edith, we need a tiebreaker.”

Both of them stared at her. Edith sighed. “I think that...I haven’t spent enough time with her to know one way or the other.”

“How diplomatic,” Colleen said.

“I mean it!”

“I believe that you mean it, I’m just annoyed.” She pursed her lips and shifted her strong gaze back to Atticus. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“I don’t either,” he replied. “For real, you and I are on the same page there. I just think that you’re reading too much into what we’ve got going on.”

“And I think your self depreciative tendencies are blinding you to just how much she likes you.”

“I genuinely understand why you think that, I really truly do, but I think maybe something similar is happening with you. I mean, I could be wrong. Generally speaking, I’ve found myself inclined to agree with your assessments over mine if they clashed, but this is a case where my gut is telling me I’m right.”

“Hmm.” Colleen stared at him for a moment longer, then seemed to decide to let it drop. “I guess we’ll find out.”

“I will talk with her, and soon. Now, uh, I need to get my shit and straighten up and say goodbye.”

“Say goodbye to who?” Edith asked.

“To this lakehouse. Um, I’ll explain on the way back.”

“Okay.” She looked at Colleen. “We should probably help.”

“Yeah, I would like to get home,” she agreed. “Atticus, you get your stuff, I’ll take care of the dishes and Edith can straighten up. Honestly, there’s not really much to do.”

“No, I didn’t spend nearly as much time here as I thought I would,” Atticus agreed, heading for the stairs.

He walked up them and into the master bedroom. He stopped just beyond the doorway, a strangeness settling over him. He couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, or something else entirely. He couldn’t even determine what emotion it was eliciting.

After lingering there for a few seconds more, he kept going. Much like Colleen, he wanted to get back home. Even if they couldn’t have that threesome tonight, he very much wanted to do other things with both of them.

Atticus gathered up the rest of his clothing and a book he’d forgotten that he’d brought. He looked around for his spare suitcase before eventually remembering that he’d only come down here with one suitcase and one laptop case, both of which were over at Colleen’s already. Sighing softly, he finished gathering everything up in his arms.

He headed out the door and began heading downstairs, then hesitated and looked around. He wanted to linger, but he didn’t know why. He looked around, wondering if he was missing something, then drifted to the second bedroom and looked inside. Looked at the beds, the closet with the ladder, out the window.

What was this feeling?

He lingered for a bit, then walked to the window. He could see the rise in land, the road, beyond the rise would be the town, several miles off. He could just see the side of a building, what he was pretty sure was the pet shelter. It had been there since he used to come here, but he knew it hadn’t been a pet shelter back then.

If it had, he would’ve gone up there at least a few times and hung out with the cats and dogs and anything else they might have up there.

“You okay up there?” Colleen called.

“Yeah,” he called back.

Well, whatever it was, he wasn’t going to find it up here. Atticus walked back downstairs and found Colleen drying her hands. She turned to look at him, a smile on her face. When she saw him, her smile faltered.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so,” he replied.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Edith asked from somewhere nearby.

“No, nothing happened,” he replied. “I’m just feeling...weird. I don’t know. Being here is kind of messing with me, but I don’t know why. I’m not even sure if it’s a bad thing.”

“Hmm.” Colleen put a single finger to her pursed lips. She looked around for a moment. “Well...this is your halcyon place. It embodies your childhood, the best parts of it. That can’t mean nothing.”

Atticus considered it, looked around as well. “There are a lot of memories here. And this is the place I yearned for. I wanted to come back to. I guess...this kind of feels like...saying goodbye to my childhood? Or more than that, maybe. Saying goodbye to this fantasy I’d had of returning to this place on my own terms.”

“Didn’t it all go well, though?” Edith asked, joining them in the kitchen.

“Yeah, it did. Far, far better than I ever could have realistically dreamed. I’m not upset, exactly, but I am a little sad.”

“You’re losing something,” Colleen replied. “That’s often a sad experience, regardless of the circumstances.”

“I guess so.” He looked around again, then down at the bundle in his arms. “I’m done.”

“I thought you said you had a suitcase,” Edith said.

“I forgot that I just have the one, and it’s already back over there. But this is an easy load to handle.”

“Can we go back to the house now? Because I would like to handle your load,” Colleen replied.

He looked at her with something like surprise, but that was quickly swept away by lust when he looked into her eyes.

“Very yes,” he replied, making Colleen laugh.

Edith sighed. “I somehow regret and also don’t regret all the fucking we did.”

“Let Past Edith have her happiness and bask in the knowledge that Future Edith will absolutely be getting laid, very intensely, by both of us,” Atticus replied.

Edith laughed. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

They took one more quick look around, then left the lakehouse. Atticus locked up and they started walking back to Colleen’s place.

Also known as his new, if temporary, home.

Holy God, he was actually shacking up with a legitimate cougar. An absurdly attractive one at that. And so much more. She was fun and smart and horny. He had admittedly been a little worried about that last one, unsure if the legends of lust that awoke in middle-aged women were true or not. Obviously it couldn’t be all of them, but he wasn’t sure if it had been an actual thing that most women had a decent chance of experiencing or wishful thinking on the part of guys like him.

Those who appreciated the wonder of finely aged women.

They had made it nearly to the front door when his phone started ringing.

“Who’s this now?” Edith muttered, sounding vaguely irritated.

“It’s…” He shifted his bundle until he managed to free a hand and get his phone out. “Kate. I gotta take that.”

“Yeah,” Colleen agreed.

Edith took his bundle and Colleen unlocked the door. They headed inside, leaving him to answer the phone.

“What’s up?” he asked.

Immediately he could tell she was not happy. “Atticus...I need a favor.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need you to pry yourself out from between your sugar cougars and help me clean up a house. I’m at the middle lakehouse across the lake and...I can actually see you right now. Um, sorry. The family that was just here fucking wrecked the place. Like, bad. And I will deal with them later, but for right now, I have to get this place cleaned up and ready, because the family who’s coming in will be here in about twelve hours.”

“Twelve hours? But that’s like three in the morning.”

“I know. It’s how they roll. What matters is that I have other things I need to do today, but I also need to get this house cleaned up. They’re basically my best clients. They rent for a whole month, which is more expensive than it sounds, and some people have also let me know that they’re big spenders in town and that’s more important than ever now...I’m sorry, I know I’m dumping a cold bucket of responsibility in your lap but I’m fucking begging you here. I will do…” Her tone suddenly changed to something more provocative. “Whatever your heart desires.”

“Kate, come on, are we seriously going to trade sexual favors?” he asked.

“Yeah. Why not?”

Atticus began to reply, but nothing came to mind. He thought about it for a moment.

“You can’t think of a reason, can you?” she asked.

“I guess I just feel weird about it, but if you’re down, I’m down. What’ll I get out of this?”

“Why don’t you come over here and start helping me and we’ll negotiate?”

“Oh, sure. Sounds completely legit.”

Her voice became shockingly seductive. “Come on, Atticus. You know I’m good for it.”

He actually felt his pulse speed up. “I’ll be right over.”

She laughed. “Holy shit, it actually does work. Okay, I’ll be here cleaning. Also, like, thank you. Seriously, fucking life saver.”

“You’re welcome, Kate. Be right over. I gotta go break the news.”

“Good luck.”

They hung up and he headed back inside. He heard the women talking and followed their voices to Colleen’s bedroom. She was holding up some fishnet stockings and Edith was studying them. They both fell silent and looked over as he came in.

“Everything okay? You look...nervous,” Colleen asked.

He chuckled. “Kate needs my help. Not an emergency, well, not exactly, but she needs help cleaning the lakehouse across the way.”

“That’s actually kind of perfect,” Colleen replied. “You can be alone with her, talk to her about whatever you need to.”

“Yeah, seems like a good idea,” Edith agreed.

“Thank you for understanding.” He walked in and gave both of them quick kisses, then looked down at the stockings. “You gonna wear those?”

“I thought Edith could,” she replied.

“I’m...considering it. Would you like that, Atticus?” she asked, smiling a small smile.

“Uh fuck yes I’d like that,” he replied immediately.

“I think that’s settled then.” He looked at the stockings again, then sighed and shook his head. “I have to get out of here or I’m going to break my promise.”

“Well now, we can’t have that, young man,” Colleen murmured. “Off with you then.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, and she smirked, just a little.

Atticus hurried for the door.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter | October 2024

 
 

Lakeside Cougars is FINALLY here!

  • EBOOK

  • PAPERBACK (I…still have to make it. I’ve been VERY distracted. Soon.)

  • AUDIOBOOK (Is basically confirmed.)

  • NUDE COVER ART

September was spent mainlining finishing Lakeside Cougars and then immediately diving into mainlining getting my side of the work done for Dead Freeze 2. This one is gonna be short because I’m really tired and have more DF2 to write.

  • Realistically, I doubt anything is going to come out this month, based on how things are going.

  • Right now, I’m hoping to finish up my work for Dead Freeze 2 within the next week or so, and then it’ll be passed off to Lara. November is a likely release month.

  • I intend Lakeside Cougars 2 to take up all of October. I’ll likely get the bulk of it written and, if things go smoothly, it should be out in early November. Mid-month is probably more realistic, though.

  • Sometime in late October I’ll try to start carving out some time to get started on writing DF3 and cap off the trilogy. That’ll bleed over into November, but I should have my side of the work done next month and that’ll be one more spot freed up.

  • Once Dead Freeze and Lakeside Cougars 2 are finished, I will be writing Our Own Way 5. I will also be trying to get a couple of shorts out set between OOW4 & 5. I want to experiment with some short stories from the perspective of the girls. Basically, little slice-of-life stuff. It won’t be sexual, mostly because that already bothers people enough as it is, and I don’t want to invite further complications. I also want to write a few more typical bonus shorts, so Gabe and the girls having a date night or something, and those’ll go on my Patreon, but I’ll probably initially release the alternate perspective shorts up for free for a time. Our Own Way 5 will almost certainly be the last thing I publish in 2024.

  • Last thing is that I’ll be putting Goblin Girls Do It Better - The Complete Trilogy up this month, mostly because there’s not really a reason not to. It will contain a single bonus short, set between Books I & II.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter | September 2024

I’m finally back. First thing’s first…

 
 

I managed to get Goblin Girls Do It Better III out.

On the personal front, I’m basically healed up and back to normal. And that is very nice.

That being said, there were…other mental health concerns, as per usual, that slowed production. The good news is that I actually managed to get some work done on Lakeside Cougars. Right now, I’d say it’s about 2/3 done. I have to say, it’s grown. It might end up being the longest book I’ve ever written. Honestly, I’m kind of excited. And really hope this series does well. I’ve got a good idea of what’s going to happen across the trilogy, but I’m almost 80,000 words into the story and perhaps halfway to where I thought I was going to be. Slice of life is definitely a lot more freeform than adventure and offers a lot more opportunity to follow narrative side paths that occur to me. And apparently a bit more is occurring to me than I thought.

I have to say, this one feels pretty good to write. But it also is really damn uncertain. There’s a good reason no one has ever written a cougar harem before (besides the one time I tried to do it with Like A Fine Wine) and that reason is because older women do not sell in Haremlit, probably also not in Romance For Men in general. And I am committing to the main cast being women old enough to be the protagonist’s mother. Finding a balance between being true to that while also trying to keep the story appealing to the general audience has been…I’m not sure.

That’s the problem. I have no idea if I’m doing a good job or not. The people on my Patreon seem to like it, at least. But I have to do this. Besides being committed, this is a story I really want to tell, and have for years. If it isn’t obvious by now, I fucking love older women. I love cougars. I have had this love for a long time, but it was definitely solidified after a few…memorable encounters with noticeably older women.

Anyway, let’s have a looksee and what this upcoming month should expect.

  • LAKESIDE COUGARS: I fully intend to get this novel out this month. It will be going up for pre-order, and I would deeply appreciate it if you could pre-order. It’s becoming increasingly obvious to me that Amazon respects books with a high pre-order count more than the alternative, and the health of this novel is really important to me. I mean, the novel and series is, too, but a lesson I learned very painfully is that a series is only as good as its first book.

  • DEAD FREEZE 2: This is finally moving out of pre-production. I can basically guarantee that it will not come out this month, but it should be out in October. This one is less predictable because two of us are involved, but yeah, I’m going to be pushing as hard as I can on this in the background.

That’s it. Not a lot. Unfortunately, the past several months put me behind. I’m playing catchup to the catchup I was already playing when I started this year. Holy fuck, it’s September. 2024 is vanishing at an astonishing rate.

I’m not sure how the rest of the year is going to play out. The biggest conundrum is Our Own Way 5. I was really hoping to get it out this year, but at the same time, I really want to get Dead Freeze wrapped and typically speaking, you should release the first sequel to a new series as quickly as possible. What will probably happen is that I will try to burn through Dead Freeze 2/3 as quickly as possible, as well as Lakeside Cougars 1/2, and once those are out of my hands, I will take on Our Own Way 5. Hopefully this will all be achieved before 2025.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter | August 2024

July was an extremely unproductive month. This time, however, I at least feel like I have more of an excuse than usual.

I had surgery.

Before we get into that though…

Despite everything, things did get released.

  • BULLETS, BLADES, AND BABES is a haremlit anthology and the second secret project I had been referencing. I have a post-post-apocalyptic slice-of-life novella within this anthology. It’s completely original, not tied to any other universes, and is called FOR THE FUTURE. In short, it’s a little peek into the life of a few people in the future who agree to become part of a breeding program after several global disasters severely thinned humanity’s numbers. I’ve wanted to write something related to breeding in a sci-fi or near-future setting for a long time now, and this is me dipping my toes into it. The entire anthology is presently 99 cents, AND it also has an audiobook version if that’s a must for you.

  • OUR OWN WAY 4 audio is here!

  • BENEATH THE ASHES 3 audio is here!

  • DEAD FREEZE is here! For those of you who don’t know, this is a survival/horror sci-fi novel I wrote with Lara X. Lust. It is the first in a planned trilogy. It’s got a bit of a harder edge, but I guess that shouldn’t be too much of a surprise if you’ve read any of my other survival oriented stories. In short, it’s set in a future where a galactic zombie apocalypse has occurred. It’s set in the same universe as DEAD DRIFT. The basic plot follows a guy coming to a frozen, zombie-infested world looking to rescue some people and in the process, gets stranded there himself, and now he has to rescue the handful of (hot lady) survivors, kill zombies, gather resources, and find some way to escape. We’re going to try to have the other two novels out before 2025, but this year has really thrown me for a loop so far.

Because I began my career with a policy of just not talking about my personal life, I don’t really want to go into any specifics about what happened in July. Basically, I had a relatively minor surgery and almost every part of it didn’t really go the way I wanted. The actual surgery itself went fine, but everything before and after just caused problems. As I entered July, I basically thought I’d be okay about my surgery, because I knew it was coming. And while I wasn’t sitting there dreading it constantly, my anxiety manifested in other ways. Namely, it became almost impossible to get anything done. Everything in my life sort of became like smoke, it just drifted out of my grasp no matter how hard I tried to hold on.

Then the actual surgery happened. While it seems to have gone the way it was supposed to, I had to get full-blown anesthetized, which I have never experienced before. While the actual experience of being anesthetized was nice (it was more or less like people describe it, you sorta nod off and then come to without any real sense that time had passed), I didn’t realize it was going to fuck with my brain. I was hazy for almost a week after, forgetting things more than normal, struggling with concepts, having trouble keeping hold of thoughts. It sucked. That has passed, thankfully. For the most part. I think.

Really, the biggest problem has been pain. It hurts to move very much, so I’m sort of just laid up. Which you’d think would be like the perfect goddamned time to get a lot of writing done, but I just…still can’t? I mean, I’ve gotten some stuff done, but I think this specific aspect is the burnout I’ve been accumulating for…literal years now making its move yet again.

Anyway, here is the good news: I am healing. Slowly, but surely. I decided early on that I’m not going to make the stupid mistake so many other people do and try to force myself to do stuff too quickly and then hurt myself and make the healing take even longer. So I’ll still be taking it easy until I’m fully healed up. I do not know when this will be, but I do intend to make a stronger effort to write more consistently.

Quick bullet point roundup.

  • GOBLIN GIRLS DO IT BETTER III is what I’m looking to work on most still. I want to get it written and out. Despite my efforts, I barely managed to get it over the halfway mark before now. I’m really truly hoping to have it out this month.

  • LAKESIDE COUGARS is going to take front and center focus the moment Goblin Girls III is done. I’m going to genuinely try to have it done this month, but I also genuinely do not see it happening. I’m honestly fucking pissed about it because it’s a ‘summer fun’ novel and I wanted to get it out for summer but that’s basically off the table and I’m unwilling to wait an entire other year just to get it out next summer. Anyway, I’m going to try very, very hard to have it out before the end of September.

  • DEAD FREEZE 2 is still in pre-production, unfortunately. I’ll be working on it where I can find the time.

I hope things are going well for everyone. Wish me luck.

Goblin Girls Do It Better III Preview | Chapter I

Here we are at last, with the third and final Goblin Girls Do It Better!

First chapter is below.

Second chapter is on my Patreon for 1$/month Patrons.

Third chapter and on through to the end will be posting for 3$/month Patrons in this collection.

I hope you enjoy!

Something awaited them in the logging mill’s attic.

Lucas looked to Nysa. She had heard it as well.

He made quick motions to her. She nodded tightly and slipped off. It was still impressive, how silently she could move, given her build. Whatever it was, it shifted again. There were two ways up into the attic of the old mill, and as Nysa got into position at the ladder, he began ascending the stairs. She moved with him, carefully hauling herself up the old rungs.

Both ladder and stairwell creaked.

Lucas prepared himself for the worst, though he had the impression that whatever it was up there wasn’t particularly large. That didn’t necessarily mean it wasn’t dangerous. He flashed back to that damned Larsis creature from a few months ago and how close he’d come then.

He was going to be first up, as the stairwell was exposed. He crept up it, crossbow at the ready, and studied what there was to see. It looked about as he’d expected it to: a dusty room, half-filled with an uneven mishmash of supplies and furniture. Gray sunlight filtered in through a poorly maintained roof and a single window across the way, slanting shafts of pale light across the chaos.

There were no obvious signs of recent passage, but even as he came to the top of the stairs, he heard something shift near the center of the room. He saw Nysa’s dark-haired head rise into view from behind a low bookshelf across the way.

He made a few more quick hand motions to her and she nodded once more.

He loved working with Nysa. Each of the women now in his life offered him something unique, some special thing that they shared, mostly by dint of who they were. Ella offered a comforting, social ease, a sense of relaxation. Talia offered him a seriousness that most of the others lacked. She was the one he went to when he was craving longer or more philosophical conversations that the others simply lacked the patience for or interest in.

Nysa, however, offered him something he’d forgotten he enjoyed: a fierce, brutal competence in the field. She acted like the old hand adventurers he ran into, like the veterans of war who could never really go back, even after the war was over, and instead opted to roam the land.

Her seriousness still made her stick out back at the village, and it was clear that even now, she was still struggling somewhat. Out here though? She seemed in her element as nowhere else, and something in him responded very strongly to that.

Sometimes they spent entire trips out in the forest without exchanging a single word, both of them not even just comfortable operating this way, but comforted by it in some ill-defined, tacit manner that probably wasn’t very healthy.

Well, he supposed that was all right. The world was often not a healthy place.

They crept forward, the attic a potential battlefield.

They’d hit this abandoned mill for the same reason they’d been hitting derelict locations for a few weeks now: resources. Either stuff they could make practical use of immediately or stuff they could sell. Although he was finding it a little ridiculous, just how much ‘stuff to sell’ they had. It now occupied a pile at the back of their main cave and it was beginning to resemble a dragon’s hoard, simply because they had nowhere to offload it.

But that was a problem for the rapidly approaching future.

Whatever it was, it shifted suddenly. It was low to the floor, had to be hiding beneath a huge dresser that sat near the center of a cluster of random objects. Lucas had a strengthening suspicion of what it was, especially as he caught a whiff of strong animal scent, but he had to be sure. Once he saw Nysa was in place, he pulled out his sword and then poked the dresser with it.

It tilted back just a little, an inch and a half maybe, and then he released it. It banged to the floor and something let out a chittering yell and scurried out of the cluster of furniture in a frantic motion. Lucas sighed heavily in relief as he saw that it was indeed just a raccoon. Nysa frowned in disappointment as she watched it race off to a hole in the roof and vanish.

“Disappointing,” she muttered.

He chuckled. “You were hoping for a fight?”

“Maybe.” She considered it. “I suppose not.” She looked down, frowning. “And I suppose we must now search this place over.”

“From the top down is often a good policy,” Lucas replied.

Nysa sighed and sheathed her blade. “I guess we should get to work then.”

He nodded and they did.

It had been a month since they’d celebrated finding the Heart of Peace.

Lucas had been expecting things to happen, but while he would not say it hadn’t been a busy month, it had sure been an uneventful one. Which he was fine with. Very fine with, actually, given everything he’d been running around getting done, but it was making him paranoid. Like something was coming for them, it was just taking its time getting there.

For the most part, they’d just been building and gathering.

Making a village from scratch was a lot of work. Doing so with mostly the help of goblins was even more work, given how prone they were to...giving into disruptive thoughts. Thankfully, most of those thoughts were along the line of ‘I want to tickle my friend’ and not ‘I want to set this hut on fire’. Or, at least, if it was like that second one, they didn’t give into it.

Although Lucas had been learning that goblins needed ways of releasing pressure. It was actually a kind of fascinating learning experience, but at some point he’d become aware of the fact that there was indeed some kind of ebb and flow to their more psychotic tendencies. There was this kind of internal pressure that built in them, naturally and eternally.

Some things could make the pressure build faster, some things could slow the pressure’s growth, but you couldn’t stop it. And, Lucas had deduced finally, even if he could, he wouldn’t. Because it was somehow integral to who they were, some crucial, core component of their own internal goblin essence. He knew it partially because he had something similar in himself.

And so, in order to keep them from doing big insane things, he had been learning that they could do little wild things and that would be fine, provided it was done often enough. It was so interesting because, except for perhaps Talia, none of them seemed aware of this. He had been slowly introducing the concept to them over the past few weeks and it seemed to be going...all right.

“So I was meaning to ask,” Nysa said, breaking the silence that had begun to fill the attic, “how are you holding up? I know most everyone has been more difficult lately.”

Lucas chuckled. “Yeah. I’m all right. Finding myself a little run down, and I’d like to get more sleep, but it hasn’t gotten serious quite yet.”

It had occurred to him at some point over the last two weeks that the abrupt uptick in arguing, crying, or yelling goblin girls was a direct result of so many of them being pregnant. He’d been around pregnant women before, (for a while there, he’d sought them out, for obvious reasons), so he at least knew that pregnancy could screw up emotions. Izzy had become a holy terror at times, getting into arguments with everyone over just about everything.

Every day that passed, Lucas found himself even more grateful for Nysa, Kiara, Clover, Syl, and Jacinda. Although in truth, it was Syl who was doing a lot of heavy lifting, emotionally speaking. He had often heard her described as the mother of the village, and it seemed truer than ever. She seemed to spend most of her time counseling the others, breaking up fights, or whatever other emotional oddjobs cropped up.

And while Lucas was more or less living a dream of sleeping with seven very noticeably pregnant women, he had promised himself after a particularly brutal day last week that he was never, ever, ever again impregnating more than three of them at a time. And he was certain that this conviction was only going to strengthen after they actually gave birth.

He was also absolutely certain that if they really wanted to get pregnant, the goblin women he shared his life with could pretty easily talk him into it.

Lucas glanced at Nysa. He thought the conversation would keep going, and from what little he could see of her expression, he thought she was struggling to think of something else to say. He hid a smile and kept searching through the mess for the moment.

Their relationship was...still being sorted out.

He had honestly expected something to have happened between them by now, as Nysa was clearly interested in him. She’d avoided him for a little while, but then seemed to go in the opposite direction this last month, hardly leaving his side. He kept thinking something would happen, because she was giving him all the correct signals.

He thought she might come to him abruptly and confess her feelings, or kiss him randomly, or perhaps wake him in the middle of the night. In fact, a few times, he’d been sure that she was about to actually talk to him regarding her feelings, but she didn’t follow through.

For a time, he’d simply settled on the idea that she had decided she wasn’t interested. Which was fine. If you weren’t into someone, then you just weren’t into them. But she had been hitting on him, and all four of his wives had, at one point or another, let slip that she’d had discussions with them about the possibility off sleeping with him.

In truth, he had the idea that he was looking at a very long, very extended case of a woman trying to make up her mind. What was truly confusing him, though, was why it was taking so long. Things had more or less settled. Sure, there was more to be done, but life in the village felt comfortable now. It had something of a routine to it.

No, something was bugging her still, but he was beginning to suspect that it didn’t actually have anything to do with him.

So, while she sorted it out, he was glad to keep spending time with her and occasionally flirting.

Speaking of which…

“Hey, can you move this for me?” Lucas asked after he’d finished searching a dresser.

“Yeah,” Nysa replied, striding over and picking it up.

“You’re so strong,” he marveled as she set it down elsewhere.

Nysa paused and although she was facing away from him, he could almost hear her blushing with a small smile on her face. He’d taken to saying that to her. At first she had mistook it for mocking, given she’d informed him multiple times she was stronger than he was before he’d essentially dominated her with speed and skill. But he had convinced her that it was a genuine compliment, and at some point she’d realized he was flirting with her whenever he brought it up.

“You know,” she said, still facing away from him, walking to a desk and beginning to look through it, “most men do not value physical strength in their women.”

“You should by now that I’m not like most other men, at least in this regard,” Lucas replied.

She snorted. “Yeah, I was going to say, you’re exactly like most men in how easy it is for one of your wives or mistresses to get to you to do things. All they have to do is lift their dress.”

“Is that so unreasonable? I’m literally surrounded by attractive women all day every day, most of whom I’ve impregnated, almost all of whom I’ve slept with.”

He and Kiara still pretty regularly went at it. He didn’t say it outright, but at this point, she was the only one who he hadn’t been intimate with.

“Not unreasonable, I suppose,” she murmured.

He paused, noticing a change in her tone. He looked at her. She was no longer searching the desk, instead just staring down at it.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, Nysa,” he said.

“I know you didn’t,” she replied, finally turning around and fixing him with a firm stare. “I’m not angry. I just wanted to say that...I know we’ve danced around sex since the beginning. And I know that I’ve said I want to, and that I will. And that you’ve been extremely patient with me. And none of that has changed.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to do it,” he replied. “If how we’re going along now is more comfortable for you, I won’t resent you for it. I won’t ask you to change it.”

She smiled an awkward smile. “I really appreciate that. And I believe you, truly. I don’t feel like you’re trying to guilt me into it. And I wanted to say that I’m going to be ready to do it soon. I’m still...examining my emotions, about certain things. Something’s bothering me, something we haven’t really dealt with yet.”

“I’m willing to talk about it, whatever it is,” he replied.

“I know, and I’m thankful, and I will. Just...not quite yet. That being said...I would like a kiss.”

“Right now?” he asked. She nodded. “Gladly.”

Lucas felt his heart flutter briefly in his chest as he stepped up to her and placed his hands on her hips. He’d been hoping for this since he first saw her. He waited, seeing if she wanted him to take the lead or not, and she didn’t. She leaned in, a surprisingly shy half-smile on her flushed face, and pressed her lips to his own.

She had very nice lips. After a brief pause as she kissed him, Nysa tilted her head and slipped a hand over the back of his neck. She pulled him deeper into the kiss, and he had to duck to get it properly, (something he was very used to by now), and then she parted his lips with her own and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

It had a different feel than the others, a different shape as well, and a different taste. Her natural taste was stronger, more intense. She kissed him with a fierce passion for about five more seconds, their tongues twisting and tasting, and then she pulled back, a little abruptly.

“Oh wow,” she said softly, breathing more heavily.

“Good, I take it?” he replied.

“Yes. Good.” She blinked. “I had...forgotten.”

“Just how satisfying and intense physical intimacy can be?”

“Yes.”

“Once you’re feeling ready, I will be more than happy to reacquaint you with it.”

“I appreciate that.” She cleared her throat. “We should probably get back to work.”

“We should,” he agreed.