The Misty Vixen Newsletter (April 2020) MAJOR UPDATE

Wow. So, March.

And then we got April now.

March was a really weird month for me, kind of good, kind of bad. Now, just for the sake of updating on the obvious: as of right now I’m not sick, I’m locked away in my home, which isn’t much of a change from how I normally live, and the people still around me aren’t sick. Hopefully it’ll stay that way.

Just so you know, this is going to be like a long post. I had to work some shit out in my head that’s been hanging out for over a year, sometimes longer. Don’t worry, though, because functionally speaking, nothing life-changing has happened. I’ve just made some decisions regarding some of my work.

In short: I have decided to discontinue or alter a few things, and I want to explain why. But not to keep you in suspense, Demoness and Haven are FINE. They will continue.

Now, as for what happened in March. Some of you may have noticed my blog post about deleting Crystal Candy. As of right now, it’s all gone. I went into some details as to why, but I’d like to expand on it a little, and also explain how deciding to cut Crystal Candy wasn’t the only decision that came out of this whole mess.

So, for the first half of March, I was pretty good. I did some work on Demoness V, then began Haven 5, and managed to hit my writing goals for a solid week during the second week of March. Then, the week after that, something happened. The thing is, I don’t actually know why it happened. There was no event or catalyst. It started with me just falling off of my schedule abruptly. I overslept and I was irritable and it became really difficult to work, to even make myself work. Now, the thing is, that in and of itself isn’t new. That’s happened a ton. Sometimes you just get in a shit mood, sometimes it lingers for a few days, especially if you have mental problems like I do. (Nothing severe, some anxiety and depression. And that isn’t me downplaying it, I try to be unbiased and take a more clinical look at this stuff. I am on medication, and although my anxiety more than my depression does impact my life to a certain degree, I’m functional and have healthy relationships, though I admittedly know that my life would definitely be a lot more impacted if I had a job that forced me to leave the house everyday.)

But then the something happened.

A few days in, I just kinda woke up and I was going about my morning routine, I thought, “Crystal Candy isn’t going to work out.” Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve thought this. Obviously. But before, there was always dissenting opinion in my head, as in I had reason to believe maybe I was just being paranoid or anxious. But this time, there was no dissent. It was kind of like my subconscious had realized that Crystal Candy isn’t going to work out, and simply informed me, instead of my anxiety or depression trying to convince me something I wanted to do would fail. Those are two distinctly different events.

I let it sit for awhile longer, but eventually I had to really examine it, and ultimately I had to admit to myself that yeah, Crystal Candy wasn’t going to work. And there were a few reasons for this, but as I said in the post, l think the biggest reason is time. It’s my most precious resource, there’s only so much of it, and I’m perpetually bad at managing it. I’ve come at this problem a few different ways, and I think I’ve finally determined what the problem is and why a single solution won’t fucking stick: the variables keep changing. I keep changing. What worked in January may suddenly be ineffective in February, and for no clear reason. It’s like I’m a constantly shifting problem that is actively aware of the solution and trying to outpace it, like there’s some part of me that wants to run from any form of responsibility, no matter how necessary, good, or even enjoyable it may be.

Obviously, I can’t give up. And obviously fundamental progress can be made, (and lost, sadly).

So that’s part of it. Another part is that I don’t like lying. Although I think it can have its uses, and that telling the brutal truth ALL the time in EVERY circumstance probably isn’t a good stance to take, in general, I prefer to tell the truth. If only because I’m not great at lying and I’d rather keep it simple. Honestly, it may be smarter if I didn’t communicate certain things with my readers. But you are my readers, and I don’t want you sitting in the dark on some things. Like Crystal Candy. I obviously wanted to continue Refuge, but in the three months since I’d started working on it again, I had written a grand total of one fucking chapter for Refuge 5. Obviously, that is not sustainable. But, instead of just shutting up about it and hoping you’ll forget and then eventually quietly taking it down, I’d rather just tell you up front that I’m taking it down.

In light of that, I believe that my introspective period over Crystal Candy triggered me to finally make some decisions I’ve been kind of waffling on, (and maybe even without actually REALIZING I was waffling on it, sometimes we lie to ourselves as much as everyone else), and I’d like to share with you those decisions and my reasoning behind them.

1. WOMEN OF THE WILD. The first one, and this one sucks, is that I am going to remove Women of the Wild from the Kindle and basically tuck it away for the foreseeable future. Given how promising an idea it was, why in the fuck am I doing this? A few reasons, but I think the biggest one is another revelation I had: I’ve changed. I wrote Women of the Wild in 2017. About two and a half years ago now. When I started out, I had a very specific protagonist type in mind, I wanted to tell a certain kind of story. And I told it again and again in a variety of forms. I told the story of the underdog, the awkward technician or the scrawny nerd or the quiet introvert. I liked that story. But at some point, and I think it was after I finished up Parasexual, I realized that…I don’t really want to tell that type of story anymore. Although I’m not saying that I’m going to just make a polar opposite switch and start writing about alpha bros and douchebags. Obviously that isn’t going to happen. But I more want to write protagonists like John from Demoness, or even Chris from A Warm Place in some cases. I want to write protagonists that are more take-charge, more able on the battlefield, and just generally do more shit with a bit more confidence. But these characters will still have some of the qualities of my older characters: insecurity, anxiety, being humble, awkward at times, kind, communicative, respectful. I’m not changing my protagonists so much as making a noticeable adjustment, making an augmentation. So again, think John from Demoness as opposed to Ryan from Hellcats. I told that story to my satisfaction, for the most part. Though don’t count those protagonists completely out of the game, they may show up here or there. Now, as for Women of the Wild, what will actually happen? Well, after taking it down, I’m putting it away in the digital chest and I’ll let it sit there for however long it needs to. I do want to come back to it someday, because I still like the basic idea, but I may end up doing a full rewrite, maybe not even in the same universe. I’m not sure. If you were a fan of that book and looking forward to more, I genuinely am sorry. I actually thought that I would find time to continue it, I fully intended to, but I have occasionally asked myself over the past two years, “Should I just take it down for now? There’s no way I’m going to be able to find time for it for years…” When I finally made that decision, I felt…relief. I think that’s a good sign that it was the right decision.

2. Adventurous. Something similar is happening here. I wrote Adventurous in late 2016 and early 2017. Now, although I actually still really like the premise for the story that was set up and think it would make a solid series, I no longer feel like Steven is the proper protagonist to carry that series. I’m not taking this one down, it will remain up, (and be getting a new cover sometime soon!), but there won’t be a direct sequel. Instead, what I think I’ll do, and again, this will be a ways in the future, is to simply start a new series. Introduce a new protagonist who is approached by Liz to help her with her future operations. I actually really like the idea for this series, because it would crossover several characters from other stories, and be primed for lots of adventures. But again: time. There’s never enough of it, it feels like. So, anyone who was specifically a fan of Steven, sorry. I mean, he will still exist, I’m not ret-conning him out of existence or anything, but he won’t be a protagonist any longer. But Adventurous will live on! Eventually.

3. Lust & Adventure IV. This one is less about the protagonist, and more about ideas. Although I had an idea or two for Lust & Adventure IV, the more I’ve tried to piece it together, the more it just seemed like a bad idea. Although I still feel a bit uncomfortable about the ending of the trilogy as a whole, I have taken some solace in the fact that that situation will be revisited and, some might even say, resolved, in the Demoness series. Specifically in Demoness V and VI. I don’t really want to try and force another story if it doesn’t need to be told. I’ve spent five years writing, and I’ve tried to develop my ability to tell the difference between when a novel is just being a pain in the ass and to press on anyway (literally all of them fucking do this) and when a novel just isn’t going to work and to stop it (luckily, almost every project that wasn’t going to work, I realized it before I even seriously got started in production). And Lust & Adventure IV, for me at least, just isn’t going to work. So a trilogy it shall remain. So, again, sorry if you were looking forward to this. But just know that Layla, Alan, and Topaz will return, in a serious capacity, in the Demoness series. (If you read the Demoness V preview, you should know this already.)

Those are the big kind of ‘negative’ changes. Sorry. I probably shouldn’t keep apologizing, but honestly, my main goal as a writer is to make happiness. Happiness for you, happiness for me. And I know how fucking bitter it can be when someone decides to cancel something that you really like, even if they have great reasons, and even if you agree with their reasons. It still can really suck. (DBZA anyone?) All I hope is that you understand, and that you take solace in the other things I’m writing.

What about the other changes or upcoming things?

Sometimes, I go through all my files and sort of clean house. Decisions get made, like everything I just said above, and shit gets figured out occasionally. Sometimes new ideas occur. Stuff like that. And I normally clean house whenever I’m feeling down and indecisive and frustrated. So that happened in March.

I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it, but there is an intentional order to the universes. The first one listed is the most important one. It used to just be chronological, with Sci-Fi coming first because that’s what came first. But then as I got more and more into Fantasy, I realized it was my lead universe, so I switched it. Paranormal went to last after I wrapped it up.

But that’s changing. With all the recent decisions I’ve made, I’ve come to realize that my Post-Apocalyptic Universe should be in the Number One slot. I’ve actually had several ideas for cool series over the past few months since I’ve begun investing in Haven. I’ve got a solid idea for the series that comes next, and have for awhile, but I’ve since come up with two more. One of which is very, very different, a bit more…traditional, let’s say? A bit less ‘sandbox base-building survival’ and a bit more ‘first person shooter campaign’. Let’s just say that Haven 5 is going to open up a lot of doors in terms of just how fucked up things can get in this world. I’m actually a little anxious about writing it, (when I get to it), because I know that some people like the fact that I don’t really write ‘let’s save the whole fucking world!’ stories, and this would kind of be like that. But I also don’t want to let fear hold me back, I want to take a shot at it, I want to expand my horizons a bit, try out some new plots and ideas.

So yeah, expect a bit more emphasis on my Post-Apocalyptic Universe.

Now that Haven 5 is written, I’m going to take a break and focus on wrapping up Demoness V and a few other projects. Like I was talking about earlier, I’ve been having trouble maintaining my focus, and although I genuinely thought working on two things at the same time was the smart thing to do, and it actually was working for a little while, now it kind of seems like it won’t. Honestly, it’s pissing me off. I wish I could just make a goddamned fucking plan and just stick to it. Once Demoness V is wrapped up, I’ll take the opportunity to complete one or two smaller side projects. Here’s a comprehensive list of side projects that I want to put out before 2020 is over. (This is subject to change, but I’m feeling decently confident about it right now. Fuck, it’ll be good to have the side projects down and out of the way once and for all!)

• DEMONESS COLLECTION #1. This will collect Demoness, Demoness II, Demoness - Fun in the Forest, Demoness III, & Demoness: The Former Princess. It will also feature a brand new, never-before-seen short story taking place between The Former Princess and Demoness IV. This might come next, since the short story is over half written at this point, and I’m hoping to have the cover soonish.

• ALIEN HAREM DUAL PACK. People apparently like packs. Like a lot. Seriously, people bought the FUCK out of the Haven Collection. So I figure I should create a pack for Alien Harem 1 & 2, and take the opportunity to write a new bonus short!

• QUICKIES #1 PAPERBACK. I figure there’s enough content to warrant a paperback. Even if it’s a short one. On the one hand, I know a lot of people don’t care about the paperbacks. On the other hand, I know that a few people do, and I imagine if you care about paperbacks, there’s a good chance you at least want the option to own EVERYTHING in paperback. So, Quickies will be released as paperbacks, too, going forward.

• MISTY VIXEN COLLECTED PAPERBACK. In the same vein, I realized there’s a few things I’ve put out that simply can’t get in paperback. I once created a Collected paperback to solve this, but had to take it down. I’m going to do that again. It will collect MY UNDEAD LOVER, EXPLORATION, & THE FREEBIES. Specifically LARGE & LOVELY, BLIND DATE, SNAKESKIN, THE PALE REDHEAD, & PINK. Nothing new, I don’t want to tie new content to a paperback, and 99% of you won’t care about this, but there it is!

So all that’s left after that are the Quickies. I’ve finally got what appears to be a finalized list of Quickies. Again, this may change, I want to stress that. I may finish a collection and realize it’s too short and need to rearrange what goes where to compensate.

QUICKIES

• QUICKIES #2: WANDERLUST | MY UNDEAD LOVER.

• QUICKIES #3: PARANORMAL PASSIONS | PARASEXUAL | PINK | ROOMMATES WITH BENEFITS.

• QUICKIES #4: ROYAL LUST | LAY OF THE LAND | SNAKESKIN | ADVENTUROUS | LARGE & LOVELY | LUST & ADVENTURE

• QUICKIES #5: ALIEN HAREM | DESIRE | AMAZONIAN’S LOVE | BLIND DATE | LIKE A SEX TOY

• QUICKIES #6: SEX & SURVIVAL | A NEW WORLD | THE PALE REDHEAD| HAVEN

• QUICKIES #7: DEMONESS | FUTURE CONTENT

Obviously, #7 seems pretty vague, but you have to remember that Quickies will be ongoing. The only reason that there’s going to be so many of them in the first place is that I have to cover everything I’ve already written. How it will work once I’m caught up is that I’ll release new ones as new material allows. So once I write enough content to make a whole Quickies, that’s when I’ll release a new one. So when I publish #6 is when I’ll be caught up.

Okay, not much left now.

Let’s talk a bit about Haven! Another decision I had to make: the final number of books. For a long time, I wanted to make Haven a nine book series. But the way the story was falling, I was really worried about Haven 8. Basically, with how the final part of the series plays out, there was definitely enough for two books, but not really enough for three. For awhile, I just put it off as “I’ll figure it out when I get there.” And although I’m only on Haven 5 right now, I’m realizing that it’s just not gonna happen. And I don’t want to pad out an entire novel with meaningless bullshit just for the sake of having three trilogies. So this is what I ultimately decided: There will be eight main entries in the Haven series, and then there will be an Epilogue, just like Parasexual. I actually really am liking the idea of the Epilogue novella. It allows me to revisit all the main characters one more time, see where they ended up and where they may be going, but not have to write an entire novel in the process. It kind of moves at its own pace, you know?

What comes next?

So, something new kind of came at me all at once over the past week or so. Sometimes, how writing works (for me) is that I’ll have things I just want to write about. Usually disparate stuff that I either work into a novel or a short story, sometimes as the main story/theme, sometimes as a side scene. This can vary heavily. Sometimes it’s just a specific character, or even type of character, or sometimes it’s a specific type of sexual encounter, or a specific plot point or type of scene. These come and go. I think it helps add flavor to my varied books. The way I write stories, typically, is that I leave openings for sexual encounters. Like basically, “and in this scene the protagonist fucks (someone new).” Someone new could be an inhuman or a redhead or a mature cougar or a married woman, basically whatever I’m feeling in that moment. It’s kind of a way to allow me to get out thoughts that keep bugging me.

Now, there’s always stuff floating around, coming and going, and sometimes, it’s rare but it does happen occasionally, a handful of things I want to write about abruptly coalesce into a story. That’s what happened with A Warm Place and Refuge. (I know, not the best references given what just happened to Crystal Candy, but this is different.) And it happened again just last week.

One of the biggest factors, I think, that necessitated this cohesion was that, oh my fucking God, writing Haven 5 was a grind near the end. Worse than usual. I don’t really know why, but as I entered the death march that lasted for about a week to try and get it done before April, I fucking KNEW that I couldn’t keep going on like this. I couldn’t just jump into Haven 6. And I needed to do something just really different at some point. It made me realize that I need to break up my writing schedule, and more than I just announced. Like, writing a short story or two between main releases just isn’t going to be enough. My work WILL start to suffer if I keep pushing this hard, I have realized. Which is frustrating, given the fact that I know I really need to keep on publishing Haven titles.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Anyway. This series. It’s going to be in my Sci-Fi Universe, but I want to state that it is NOT the Sci-Fi series I have been referencing for the past few months. That’s still coming, but later. I want to do something a little different with this series. It’s going to be a bit simpler, in terms of scope, (no epic, month-spanning, city-building adventure in this one), and the titles will be shorter. As for what it’s about? Imagine the plot of Hellcats, but much more coherent and narrative focused, only the protagonist is an ex-Marine, and the Hellcats are hot mature women, and the location is a remote planet. I’m still piecing it together, so I’ll let you know more when I know more!

But as for the main course? Right now, it’s looking like I have two choices. The first is to press on with my Post-Apocalyptic Universe and dive right into that next series. I feel good about it, at least. Or, put the Post-Apocalyptic Universe on the back burner and instead start up A Warm Place. Right now, I’m not going to say which, because I can’t know for sure how I’ll be feeling when that time comes. However, if I had to guess…I’d say I’ll be firing up A Warm Place. I’m guessing I’ll be burned out on the Post-Apocalyptic Universe by then and want something different. As in, another post-apocalyptic universe! (Yeah, so different!…..)

So that’s My Plan For 2020 (Revised: Sixth Edition)™.

To reiterate, for April, I’m going to finish Demoness V, probably get out Demoness Collection #1, and maybe do Quickies #2. Maybe. Then I’ll dive right into Haven 6. I actually feel pretty good about that one.

Wish me luck!

Haven 5 Preview!

Hello everyone! The Haven 5 preview is here!

If you want to read Chapter One & Two, you need to be a 1$/month Patron over on my Patreon. If you are already, you can read it here!

Here’s the first chapter!

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“How long do you think we have?” David asked as he got his pants off. Or tried to, his belt was stuck.

“Ten minutes, maybe,” Lindsay replied as she pulled her shirt off. “Sorry.”

“That’s fine. I can work with that.”

She laughed and kicked her shoes away. “I haven’t done something like this in months.”

“Really?” he asked, and then grunted as he nearly fell over trying to get his pants off.

“Careful,” she said, grabbing him. She began to say something else, then hesitated as she realized how close their faces were, and instead she just stared into his eyes. Her own eyes, brown and sharp, seemed vivid and alive with nervous energy.

David kissed her. She kissed him back immediately, hugging him to her. And then they parted and hastily continued undressing.

“I’ve been too busy being a mother and a, as shitty as I am at it, leader,” she said. “Thankfully, now that we’re here, I don’t have to deal with that second one anymore.”

“Yeah but you’ve been here for like six weeks now,” David replied. He finally finished getting the rest of his clothes off and quickly began to wash up at the bucket she had in her room. Someday, he would like the showers in each cabin to work.

God, what he wouldn’t give for a hot shower.

“I know. I’ve been...recovering,” she replied. “And, honestly, I’m...difficult.”

“You don’t seem difficult.”

She snorted. “Then you haven’t been paying attention.”

She joined him at the washing bucket and he studied her as she cleaned up alongside him. Lindsay looked so different from when they’d first met at those trailers the last month, when he and Katya and Cait had stumbled upon her group and she’d stepped out, gun pointed at them. She’d since cut her dark brown hair. Now it was combed and relatively clean and she wore it in a short ponytail most of the time. Her skin was still pale, but it was clean and mostly free of the bruises and scrapes she’d had when she’d first arrived at Haven. She looked...healthier. Happier. And she’d settled nicely into the community.

She now shared one of the smaller cabins with her daughter, one of the cabins they’d since patched up after getting all those supplies, and she had proven herself to be an excellent hunter and guard, and she knew quite a bit about guns, so she was frequently the person people came to for repairs or maintenance or lessons.

They were all still having varying degrees of difficulty going to Jennifer, and she was having her own difficulty living among a group of people.

He studied her closer as he finished getting dried off. She had a nice body. She was trim and fit, with small, high breasts and athletic thighs. He’d been surprised to learn that she was nearly forty. She could have passed for a decade younger. Of course for him it was a pleasant surprise. He was finding that he really enjoyed the company of older women. She had several scars and when she noticed him looking at a patch of roughened skin on her inner right thigh, she sighed softly and shifted uncomfortably.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s ugly,” she muttered.

“Lindsay, it’s a scar. We all have scars. I don’t think it’s ugly,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes. “Your fucking supermodel wife doesn’t have any.”

“Cait has scars,” he said. “And she’s not my wife.”

Lindsay laughed. “I’ve seen the two of you together. She’s pregnant with your kid and you’re thrilled about it. She’s your wife. Doesn’t matter that there’s no rings or ceremony. So are the other two. The four of you are married. It’s obvious to anyone who hangs around for more than a week,” she replied.

“So what does that make you?” he asked, stepping up to her and settling his hands on her hips.

She shivered slightly. “Right now? A fling. If this happens more than once...a mistress? Your girlfriend? What’s Ashley to you? What’s Amanda?”

“I...never said I was sleeping with Amanda,” he replied awkwardly. That had kept going, and still was, but they hadn’t really been public about it.

“Oh come on, I’m not stupid.” She sighed suddenly. “Come on, we don’t have time. For now you can be the handsome young man with,” she reached down and gripped his cock, “the considerable cock and certainly a lot of enthusiasm, and I can be the mature slutty MILF in desperate need of a good, hard fuck. How does that sound?”

“Good to me,” he replied, and suddenly reached down and picked her up, literally sweeping her off her feet and into his arms.

“Oh! Fuck!” she cried in happy surprise. “You’re strong.”

“Getting there,” he replied, and walked over to her bed, then tossed her down onto it. She let out another cry of joyful surprise as she landed and bounced once. He climbed quickly onto the bed with her and dove right in, getting atop her and kissing her. She moaned and kissed him back, grabbing at him, pulling him closer to her.

David began to run his hands across her slim body, feeling her warm skin, her passion and need as she moved against him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, touching him everywhere. She felt wonderful. Lindsay had been slowly warming up to him ever since they’d finally finished gathering their resources and he’d settled very happily down into the role of community leader, the kind who was there almost every day. Although he left Haven usually at least once a day, it was rarely to go very far. Consequently, he was getting to know a lot of the residents a lot more. Lindsay had been a little cold and a little hostile for the first week, but he thought it was just from being fucked over so many times. That had changed.

Eventually she’d either believed or let herself believe that she was safe here and that this was a real community intent on helping her and her daughter, on keeping people fed and healthy and, if at all possible, happy. She had a grim sense of humor and often preferred to be alone, but as the weeks had gone on, she’d warmed up to several people. Including him. At first it had just been conversations, then he thought she might be hitting on him, and he responded in kind, because she was quite attractive. And then, finally, today, when he had been making his rounds and he’d come to see her at her cabin, she had invited him in and outright asked him for sex.

Although she was concerned her daughter, who was supposed to be spending time over at Ann’s place, (it was where most of the children ended up going nowadays, and she seemed happy in her role as den mother), might return unexpectedly.

And she really didn’t need to be walked in on doing this.

“Oh!” she moaned as his finger found her clit. “Fuck, I forgot how good it is to have someone else touch that...”

“Glad I could remind you,” David replied, and she resumed kissing him, moaning as he pleasured her, rubbing her clit slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, knowing they didn’t have a whole lot of time to play with.

He managed to pleasure her for another minute or so before either her sexual impatience or paranoia got the best of her and she grabbed him and pulled him onto her. “In,” she said simply, staring up at him, her eyes wide, face flushed.

“Okay,” he replied.

She spit into her hand and reached down, then quickly rubbed his cock down and slipped it inside of her. David groaned as she accepted his length into her. She was extremely wet and the pleasure began a slow burn into him as he started making love to her.

“Oh fuck yes...” she moaned, bringing her legs up and spreading them wider. “Come on, give it to me. I like it rough, don’t hold back.”

“You asked for it,” he replied, and began thrusting deeper and harder into her.

“Yes!” she cried, then closed her mouth, moaning. “Fuck, I need to not-ah!-not be too loud...fuck!” she yelled.

“You may find that difficult,” he replied.

“Apparently!”

He kissed her on the mouth and she grabbed him and held her slim body against his own. David tried not to let himself get too settled in. He’d had a lot of practice over the past few months, and although he still enjoyed quickies, he was finding that longer sessions could be really nice, and he had trained himself on how to last longer. Which wasn’t easy, given who he tended to share his bed with. Although with Lindsay, it wasn’t too hard to let himself get swept up in the pleasure. Just the fact that she was noticeably older than him, and the fact that they had never made love before right now, both worked to hasten his own orgasm.

Not yet, though. Not before he got her off.

Although from the way she was reacting to this, the desperate, demanding way in which she grabbed at him, kissed him, forcing him deeper into her, he imagined that it wouldn’t be all that difficult. She was so wet inside and so clearly turned on. He kept pounding her, driving into her again and again, letting that hot, raw pleasure of fucking bare vagina eat into him, magnified by the fact that he knew they might be overheard and they were working against a time limit, and before long he found himself faced with the opposite problem: he was getting ready to start letting off inside of her and she still hadn’t come yet.

He reached down between them and began rubbing her clit again with his thumb, and she slapped a hand over her mouth and cried out.

“You like that, you little fuck toy?” he asked.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed behind her hand.

He grinned savagely and kept stroking into her while vigorously rubbing her clit, and within another ten seconds he had achieved the desired result. She let out a loud scream, bringing her other hand over her mouth as well, twisting and writhing in pure ecstasy, and he groaned as a solid wave of hot, wet pleasure slammed into him as she started coming on his dick. David began fucking her harder, pumping his cock into her orgasming pussy again and again, and before long his own orgasm blasted into being and they were coming together.

It was like a perfect paradise.

The orgasm was short-lived, but intense, and when he was finished, he laid against her, both of them panting and sweaty.

“So, um, how was that?” David asked after a moment.

“Very, very good,” she replied. “I can see why you’re so popular.”

“There are worse reasons to be popular,” he replied with a bashful chuckle, then he pulled out of her and got to his feet. He stretched and popped his neck, then moved back over to the washbasin and began cleaning up.

That was the problem with being a community leader: you rarely had time to spare for anything, even the very fun stuff.

But he was lucky to have gotten to do this at all, he knew.

“Going already?” she murmured.

He glanced back at her. She was sprawled out on her bed, a vision of flushed, nude beauty, a sedate, satisfied smile on her face.

“I’m sorry, Lindsay, but I do have things to do. Believe me, I’d love to stay around for another round,” he replied.

She laughed softly. “I know, I’m just teasing. You work very hard, David, and I appreciate that. We all do, or at least I hope so.”

“Well, I’ve had a lot of help,” he replied. He finished washing, dried off, and began to dress.

“Yes. You’ve found such a nice group of people.” She sighed and stretched, then yawned. “God, I’m still tired. I keep hoping that I’ll catch enough sleep someday. But there’s always more to do, it seems.”

“I know how you feel,” he muttered. Something occurred to him. “Uh...I should’ve asked. Is it okay that I came in you?”

“What? Oh yeah,” she replied. “I got fixed after I had my daughter. Got lucky and found a doctor that could do it. And I don’t mind, it kind of makes it feel more...authentic, I think. I definitely prefer it to going all over my face.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” David replied.

“So...can this happen again? I will admit, I have a hard time making friends, a harder time still finding people I both trust enough to have sex with and am attracted to, and you are both of those things.”

“This can definitely happen again,” he replied.

She laughed. “Well, that’s good. So you’re really into me?”

“Hell yes, I am. You’re very attractive,” he replied, lacing his boots back up.

“I’ve always thought I was rather plain, even when I was younger and beauty came a bit more easily...”

“You’re a badass survivor MILF who looks great naked and fucks awesomely,” David replied. “I’m lucky to have had sex with you, and I’d be lucky to keep having sex with you.”

“You’re a gentlemen, aren’t you? I have to admit, I was surprised when I learned of your wives, and your side girls. I thought you were cute, but...now I’ve really begun to see why they’re all drawn to you.”

“I got lucky,” David replied. He stood up and pulled his backpack on again. “And I fell in love, and, well, I love sex, too, and so I work hard every day to maintain the relationships that luck gave me. I think that’s about as complicated as it is.”

“Maybe,” she murmured. “Well, come see me again sometime.”

“Oh, I will.” He walked over to her and gave her a kiss. “And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I won’t,” she replied, smiling up at him.

With that, he headed back out of her cabin, back into the chilly morning air. As he closed her front door behind him and stepped back into the snow, he sighed softly. It would be so nice when winter finally passed. Going off of what he knew of previous winters, they had probably about a month of this crap left. Sometimes winter was shorter, sometimes longer, but they were probably through the worst of it by now.

Well, hopefully.

David ran through a checklist of his morning routine. He’d almost been done before Lindsay had snagged him. In fact, all that was left was visiting a few other cabins and then going on his morning walk around the exterior of the settlement. Then he would get to work on the day’s tasks. As he continued, David thought back to the past.

It had been about six weeks since he and the others had come back from their assault on the island. After a few days of rest and recovery, David had been very happy to see that his prediction of things settling into a pleasantly boring routine had been accurate. Except for the occasional stalker attack on the settlement, things at Haven had been peaceful. Although he had to admit there was a part of him that had actually grown to like, perhaps in a twisted sort of way, the rush and thrill of combat and throwing himself into really dangerous situations, for the most part he was happy with how his life had settled down.

The hydroponic garden was up and running, thanks to Jennifer’s hard work, and two of their early dwellers, Chloe and Lena, had actually moved into the cabin holding the gear, as it turned out Lena was very good with plants and had some knowledge of running a hydroponic garden. Their food and water and chopped firewood stores were pretty consistent after enjoying a lot of growth for the first few weeks. Working with some of the more knowledgeable in the group, they had set up rabbit snares and fish traps in the woods and the river, and those provided some nice meat and furs, as did the hunting party that tracked game in the woods surrounding them.

It had been a little rough at first, letting everyone recover and then figuring out who was most suited doing what, but ultimately, largely thanks to Evie’s skill at making schedules and keeping a lot of different stuff straight in her head, Haven was running smoothly.

David was amazed.

And scared.

How long would it be before something else went wrong? Because he felt like they were one disaster away from collapse. He thought that they’d have a better chance of surviving something than River View had, but...still, he knew how precarious their place in the world was. And he was fighting every day to strengthen their position, to ready them for it if and when it happened. And he had so much more to lose now.

Even as he thought that, as he finished up checking on the occupants of the last cabin and then made his way towards the front gate, he saw a familiar redhead waiting for him. Cait was leaning against one of the big wooden posts that made up part of the front gate, smirking at him with her arms crossed.

“What?” he asked as he walked over to her.

“I saw you going into Lindsay’s cabin,” she replied. “And you’ve got that smile. That ‘I got fucked’ smile.”

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah. To me anyway. And it was obviously going to happen. Lindsay’s been eyeing you for weeks now. She was just too shy to make the move. I’m glad she finally pounced on you. Was it a good session?” she asked.

“Yeah. She’s...enthusiastic,” he replied, then cleared his throat. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” she said. “I’ve started having to piss like all the time, and, well, you know about my fucking night sweats.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry babe,” he replied.

She laughed. “It’s okay. I’d say it isn’t your fault, even though it kind of is. I had heartburn yesterday, too. I’ve been checking in with April and she says it’s all normal. She told me some of the other glorious shit I may have to look forward to.”

“Like what?” he asked as they started walking around the outside.

“Ugh. Bloating, acne outbreak, leg cramps, vomiting, sore tits, congestion, and some other stuff that I don’t really want to bring up ‘cause it’s gross. Mainly I’m not looking forward to the vomiting,” she replied. “And I’ve finally started noticing that I’m getting hornier.”

“Me too,” he murmured.

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’d notice it. I just...really want your fucking dick more than usual recently. Like a lot.”

“That’s a good thing for me,” he replied. “Lindsay said something interesting.”

“What’s that?”

“She said you’re my wife.”

“Huh...I mean, yeah, basically.” She smirked. “How do you feel about that?”

“Honestly, fucking fantastic. I didn’t ever really think I’d find anyone who wanted to marry me, or that I’d want to marry, or that it would work out. I thought there’d be more...ceremony to it, you know? Rings and stuff like that...”

“There doesn’t have to be. Marriage isn’t the same as it used to be, from what I understand.” She paused. “Do you want rings?”

“I don’t know. She also said that Evie’s my wife, too, and so is April. She posited that we’re all married to each other,” he replied.

“We are,” she said. “That’s how I see it, anyway. We’re committed to each other, we love each other, we intend to stay together and build a life together and have a child together. If that isn’t marriage, I don’t know what is.”

“I like it,” he said. “A lot. I think-”

They both froze as gunshots sounded. They were close. David looked around. They were on the east side of Haven now, the direction the farms and what remained of River View lay. Someone was firing off a pistol, just one from what he could tell. Someone by themselves? Someone from the farm maybe? Or a lone traveler?

“Come on,” he said, and took off.

Cait was right beside him. They hurried towards the forest and slipped into the treeline. He heard the telltale shrieks of stalkers, more gunfire, someone–a woman–shouting. The voice seemed almost familiar, but he couldn’t place it. They kept going, keeping an eye out for other stalkers or undead, following the sound of the fighting and the flashes of gunfire. Right before David was about to shout out a warning, he heard a scream of pain, a bad one, more gunfire, and then suddenly nothing. They kept going, running the rest of the way, and skidded to a halt as they began coming across stalkers. David frowned as he saw them.

There seemed to be more than ever nowadays.

He and Cait split up, checking the immediate area. Whoever they were, they had to be around here somewhere.

“Hello?” he called.

No response, nothing at all but the wind. He shifted through the nearest trees and suddenly became aware of breathing. Turning left, David spotted a figure laying on the snowy ground. “Cait!” he called, and hurried forward.

They looked familiar. Very familiar.

David stepped up to the woman laid out on the ground, facing away from him. She seemed unconscious, and definitely injured.

He heard Cait come jogging up.

It looked like...but it couldn’t be.

David gingerly rolled her over onto her back and heard Cait gasp.

It could be. It was-

“Ellie!?”

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (March 2020)

WHAT HAPPENED IN FEBRUARY

First of all, biggest thing that happened was, I PUBLISHED HAVEN 4!!!

• eBook here.

• Paperback here.

• Alternate nude cover here.

Overall, I’m fairly happy with how it turned out, and it managed to be the longest Haven yet, (though not by a huge amount, not like how Demoness IV really got away from me and turned into a 100,000 word monster.)

Second, I finished Kyra’s Game!

• FREE WEBSITE VERSION

• KINDLE VERSION (PATREON 1$/MONTH)

That one didn’t exactly turn out how I originally intended, but I’m glad to have it finished. Because of how much stuff I have on my plate and want to get done, I’m definitely putting any further incest stories on hold for now. What I think I may do instead is write them here and there, and only release them when they are finished so people don’t have to wait MONTHS between updates. Because the thing is, I liked writing it, and I really like some of the ideas I have in store. As it stands right now, I’m a few chapters into a mother/son incest set in my fantasy universe, but I haven’t worked on it since late last year.

I also managed to get the Paranormal Passions covers recreated!

I’m pretty happy with these. After getting the next Haven cover created, I’m going to start tackling the Desire series cover art.

I also managed to finally finish editing Refuge and relaunched it. I also made a change to the Collection. I’ve decided to make the Crystal Candy collections collect 4 titles, not 3. The first (and right now only) Refuge Collection has been updated to reflect this. If you already bought it, you should be able to get the updated version without having to rebuy it. I also created a Refuge paperback! It collects all four episodes written so far, and is formatted to read like an actual novel with 20 chapters, instead of a Collection of episodes. It’s purely an aesthetic change though, all the content is a carbon copy.

• REFUGE

• REFUGE 2

• REFUGE 3

• REFUGE 4

• REFUGE - COLLECTION #1 | PAPERBACK

And that’s all I got done in February unfortunately. Although I was feeling pretty good through December and some of January, I had kind of an emotional setback for…not really any specific reason. That, with a few other irritating problems, meant that I only really managed to get Haven 4 and Kyra’s Game done. I did make some progress on other things, but not nearly as much as I’d like.

WHAT I HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH IN MARCH

• I’m going to spend the first week planning Haven 5 and making some significant progress on Demoness V.

• I don’t think I’ll be able to release Haven 5 in March, but it should be ready by early April.

• It’s possible that I might get Demoness I - III Collected out sometime in March, but it depends on the cover art. The artist who creates the Demoness covers is a busy person, so I’m not sure how long it will take. The Collection will feature a new short story that features a sexy, mature elf and takes place in Kesley’s cave between The Former Princess & Demoness IV.

• I’m also going to try and work on Quickies #2, which will cover Wanderlust & My Undead Lover.

• I’m also going to see if I can get out Refuge 5.

• Finally I’ve begun planning out the first novel in A Warm Place. I want to finish up a few other projects before I begin seriously working on it, namely Demoness V, the Demoness Collection, and a few more Quickies. But I am hoping to get it out sometime this year. Ideally, I’ll get the first few A Warm Place novels out in 2020, but Haven is my focus for now.

Haven 4 - Prologue Preview!

Here is the Prologue of Haven 4. I’m making good progress on the story. Right now, I’d say I’m on approach to being 2/3 of the way done, and I’m on track to release it sometime before the end of the month.

If you want to also read Chapter One, you can do so here, on my Patreon, if you are a 1$/month Patron.

Thanks!

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David couldn’t remember the last time he had been so thoroughly at a loss for words.

He stared at Cait, his mouth open slightly, her words ringing in his head. For once, he wasn’t falling silent because he wasn’t sure which words to choose, sorting through one phrase after another. No, this time, nothing came. His mind felt blank.

All around him, no one spoke, all eyes on the two of them.

Finally, after what felt like a very long time, he said, “Are you sure?”

Cait laughed, and so did several of the other women. “Yes, David. I’m sure.”

“That you’re pregnant?” he asked, still grappling with the knowledge that had just been presented to him.

She laughed again and gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “Yes, David. That’s what my trip to the doctors was about. And just to save you the trouble of asking, yes I’m sure it’s yours. You’re the only human man I’ve been with in a good six months.”

“When...did it happen?” he murmured.

“Ironically,” she said, smirking, “the very first night we met. Remember? I begged you to get me pregnant, and apparently you obliged.”

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “I’m...you’re going to be a mother?” She nodded. “And I’m...going to be a father?” She nodded again. “...holy shit. I need...wow. This is...very unexpected.”

That got more laughter.

David seemed to remember suddenly that he was in a roomful of people and he looked around at all of them. Evelyn and April and Lara were standing together. April looked a little nervous, but generally happy. Evelyn and Lara were practically beaming. As was Ashley. Jennifer had a small smile on her face. And Ellie…

He frowned. Ellie looked like she was going to be sick.

Ellie was staring at him and Cait like someone had just told her they had died.

Before he could say anything else, she suddenly set down the cup she was holding and began striding rapidly across the room, towards the stairwell.

“Ellie? Where are you going?” Cait asked, letting go of his hands. She apparently didn’t hear her because she just kept walking. “Ellie?” Cait asked, more loudly.

Ellie froze at the bottom of the stairs. She turned to face them and said, “Congratulations.” Then she all but sprinted up the stairs.

“What the fuck?” David whispered.

“I don’t know,” Cait said, and took off after her.

He followed in her wake. The two of them hurried up the stairs. Getting up top, they looked down the length of the hallway and saw the door to Cait’s and Ellie’s shared bedroom open. She was moving around inside, barely visible in the moonlight coming in through the window. They hurried down the hallway.

“Ellie, what are you doing?” Cait asked as they came to stand in the doorway.

She was shoving things into her pack.

“I-I need to go,” she said. She looked on the verge of panic.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Cait demanded, stepping forward. She reached out to touch her, then stopped short, hesitated, and pulled her hand back.

“I just need to go,” Ellie repeated. She zipped up her pack and threw it on.

“Ellie, wait! Talk to me, please! What’s wrong?” Cait asked.

Ellie finally turned to look at them. “I’m sorry. I know this is unexpected, but I have to leave. I just-I need to be by myself for awhile. I’m sorry.” She walked stiffly to the window, opened it, and then looked back at them. “Don’t try to look for me, and don’t expect me back.”

“For how long?!” David asked.

“I don’t know.” She paused one more time, looking back at them with a look of remorse, regret, and anguish. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, and then she slipped nimbly out the window. They both hurried over to it and looked out, watching her hit the ground and slip off to the perimeter fence, where she slid easily through a gap in it.

And then she was disappearing into the frozen forest, and she was gone.

“What the fuck just happened?” David whispered.

“I have an idea,” Cait replied. She sighed softly, her breath foaming on the chilled air that streamed in through the window. He looked over at her. She looked ghostly and painfully beautiful in the pale moonlight, but also very sad. She shivered and then closed and locked the window. “Ellie...” She paused, then sat down on her bed. David sat down beside her, waiting. “A lot happened to her. She told me things that I won’t repeat, but bad things happened to her. And it broke her. And I think...I’m not sure, really, but I think my announcement scared the shit out of her. Maybe she thought she was losing me, and she couldn’t handle that.”

She heaved a sigh suddenly and looked at him. “We’ll deal with that soon, but right now...tell me. Tell me what you’re thinking about...” She looked down and laid a hand carefully over her stomach. “...about this.”

“I-I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’m worried. If I’m being honest. I-I didn’t expect this! I didn’t even think it was possible!”

“I know,” she said, a small smile on her face. “I wasn’t sure whether or not I could even get pregnant, and I remember you saying you were pretty sure you couldn’t get a girl pregnant. Obviously that isn’t true.” She hesitated. “Do you believe me? That it’s yours?”

“Oh yes,” he replied immediately. “I believe you. I don’t think you would lie to me about that. I’m just...this is a lot. Especially after all that happened tonight.”

“I know. I’m sorry to just throw it out there like that, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I needed you to know. But there’s more I need you to know, David.” She gently placed a finger under his chin and raised his face so that they locked eyes. “If you don’t want to be a part of this child’s life, then I won’t hold that against you. You were not ready for this, you didn’t ask for this. I understand that. I’ve already come to terms with this: I want to be a mother. I think I’ve always wanted that, but I just never truly thought about it until I got the news. But this wasn’t...expected. I’m not going to try and force this responsibility on you, because this is going to alter the course of my life, and yours, if you decide you want to be a part of this child’s life.”

David thought about it, staring at her. There were so many things to consider, so many difficulties with raising a child even under the best of circumstances, let alone the post-apocalyptic nightmare they now found themselves in.

And yet, could he ask for a better mother for his child? Cait was...so many things. Smart, kind, compassionate, brave, fun, dedicated, loving. But he didn’t doubt for a second that she wanted to raise a child, looking at her in the moonlight. There was no turmoil there, no uncertainty. Just a peace, a tranquility in her eyes, an acceptance, a happy acceptance.

In that moment, David suddenly had his answer. He didn’t know why he had arrived at the conclusion he had, especially knowing there was so much to consider, but wasn’t that how it went sometimes? Hell, maybe even most of the time? People usually went with their gut. A lot of people said they wanted to reason things out, make informed decisions, and while he still believed in that, he believed, especially right now, that sometimes the decision got made for you. Like love. He hadn’t decided that he was going to start falling in love with Cait, or Evelyn, or April, and yet he was. He could tell he was.

In the same way, he knew that how he felt about becoming a father wasn’t a decision, not really, not in this case, at least. Regardless of his own actions, Cait was pregnant with his child. And he knew in some immutable way that he wanted to be her partner, wanted to raise the child with her, wanted to be a father.

All that came out of his mouth was: “Yes.”

As if she could read his mind, she immediately hugged him tightly against her. “Thank you,” she whispered. She held him to her. “You’re going to be a wonderful father, David. I haven’t met anyone else in my life that I wish had gotten me pregnant.”

“Oh, well I’m glad,” he replied.

She laughed loudly and pulled back. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. He blinked a few times and realized, abruptly, that he had a few tears of his own.

“Emotional times,” Cait muttered, wiping at her eyes.

“I guess so,” he said, doing the same. Something abruptly occurred to him. “Oh shit!” he said, shooting to his feet.

“What? What’s wrong?” Cait asked.

“I fucked Ashley and Lara! What if they’re-”

“Oh! David, no. Don’t worry,” she said, reaching out. She took his hand and he let her pull him gently back down onto the bed. “I already talked with them about it. That’s why I asked you about your sexual partners. Do you honestly think I’d have let you fuck Lara tonight if she wasn’t fixed? No, don’t worry. They have both confirmed that, without a doubt, they can’t get pregnant. So don’t worry, I’m the only one you’ve knocked up.”

“Oh...okay then. Good.”

He kissed her, then he looked back through the door. “Shit, we shouldn’t keep the others in suspense.”

“Oh right. Fuck.” She sighed heavily and looked out the window again. “Goddamnit, Ellie,” she whispered.

“What are we going to do?” he asked.

“Let her be,” Cait replied. “I might be able to find her, if I tried hard, but I doubt it. And she doesn’t want to be found. She needs time. And...” she looked regretful, “...and we might need to be prepared to never see her again.”

“What? Seriously?!”

“Yes. I don’t know if it’s likely, but I think...I just don’t know if she can handle this. Obviously she can’t right now, given that she just jumped out a window. But regardless, we have to let her be. We have to let her work this out on her own.”

He looked out the window, a cold, heavy weight of loss and remorse settling on his heart, as if this was somehow his fault.

Hell, in a way, he supposed it kind of was.

“I’ll miss her,” he said softly.

“I know. I will, too. We just have to hope that she gets it sorted out, and that she comes back to us.” Cait stood suddenly. “Come on.”

He stood with her and they made their way downstairs, where they found the others talking quietly among themselves.

“What happened?” Evelyn asked.

Cait sighed heavily. “Ellie...needs to be alone for a little while. I’m not sure when she’ll be back. Officially speaking: we should not be relying on her help until she returns.”

“Oh my God,” April whispered. “Is she...okay?”

“I don’t know,” Cait admitted.

“I know it’s really nosy and probably rude to ask but...I mean, how do you feel about this?” Lara asked suddenly, looking at David.

He stepped closer to Cait, slipped one arm around her torso, and laid his other hand against her belly. “We’re having a child,” he said.

That got a great reaction out of everyone. For a few moments, as everyone came closer and began to congratulate them and hug and kiss both of them, the weight of the events that had transpired tonight, from the incredibly risky assault to the near death experiences to Ellie up and leaving, seemed to fall away. He lost himself in the moment and as he looked around at the others, standing together in this warm building in the middle of the night, knowing that there were others in cabins very close by, it gave him a feeling of tremendous, overwhelming joy and comfort, something that he wasn’t sure he had ever actually felt before.

This felt like…

A home.

It felt like a haven that he could rest in, hide from the world in, build a life in.

As he looked at Evelyn and April, though, a new feeling came to him, and he knew that they were going to have to talk about this sudden development, because it would likely have serious impacts on their lives, too.

“We should probably, uh, talk,” he said, looking at them both.

Evelyn just smiled. “Tomorrow,” she said. “You two need sleep. You look like death warmed over. We all need sleep, actually, because we’ve got a shitload of work ahead of us tomorrow and the day after that. You two, I imagine, will want to get some intimate time together. So...sleeping arrangements. April, will you be willing to sleep with me and give up your bed for the night?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Okay. Lara, how about you take her bed?” Evelyn suggested.

“I appreciate it,” Lara replied.

“Okay. Jennifer...” She frowned, no doubt considering it. They actually didn’t have much in the way of accommodations.

“I saw a couch in the main room, I can sleep there,” Jennifer said.

“Are you sure?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes. As a wraith, I don’t even actually need to sleep per say, though I wouldn’t mind in this case. But I can sleep on the floor, this will be fine,” Jennifer replied.

“Okay. I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket. Get some sleep everyone. We’re going to want to get to that outpost as soon as we can tomorrow,” Evelyn said.

David sighed. “Yeah, good point.”

“I guess that means I gotta go home and sleep in my own bed?” Ashley asked.

“You can sleep in mine,” Evelyn replied.

“Yes,” she whispered, making Evelyn laugh.

David went around and gave each woman a hug and a kiss, and told them all goodnight. Lara lingered on the kiss. “I had a lot of fun,” she said. “A lot of fun.”

“So did I. You are great in bed, and an amazingly sexy and beautiful woman,” he replied.

She smiled and blushed. “Shut up.”

“I’m not lying.”

She looked like she was trying not to smile, but she just shook her head. “I believe that you believe it, at least.”

“You’re definitely hot,” Cait said, coming up next to him.

She sighed. “Okay, whatever. Just show me to my bed.” Her expression turned glum. “As much as I’d love to stick around and help out, I really need to get back home after this.”

“I understand, I’ll miss you, though,” David replied.

“I’ll miss you, too. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll visit.”

April led her off upstairs after that, showing her to her room, and Evelyn tracked down some bedding for Jennifer, setting her up on the couch. After making sure that the area was secure, the doors locked and the windows shut, David and Cait went upstairs to her bedroom. They pushed the door most of the way closed, then began undressing.

“So, Lara was a good fuck then?” Cait asked.

“A great fuck,” he replied. “Her thighs...damn. So sexy. Not as sexy as yours though.”

She laughed. “You don’t need to reassure me. I’m not that kind of girl. Speaking of my thighs though...you know my ass is going to probably get really fat, and my hips and thighs are going to thicken up, and my tits are gonna get huge, right?”

“They already are,” he muttered, but he couldn’t help but think about what Cait would look like pregnant. Like, noticeably pregnant.

He’d seen pregnant women before, and they never failed to turn him on so hard.

“My belly’s gonna grow a lot, too. I’m gonna get stretch marks,” she said.

“I don’t care. You’re going to look so hot pregnant, and you’ll still be wicked hot after.”

She smiled. “You’re a sweetheart.” As she finished stripping, she stepped up to him and settled her hands on his back. “There’s also a decent chance that I will be super horny. Like, more so than I am right now on average. So you’re going to need to fuck me even more than you do now,” she said with a sultry smile.

“I think I can manage that,” he replied, and she laughed, then she kissed him.

It was in that moment that her lips met his that he realized something had changed. He wasn’t sure if it was that he had done the most decisive thing of his life in helping plan for, enact, and execute that strike on the thieves, the fact that he had risked his life, or the fact that he knew he was to be a father. Possibly, probably even, it was all three, but he thought it was that third one most of all. Something had changed between them, and for the better. From the way her eyes widened slightly and how she pressed herself more closely against him, David could tell that something had changed for Cait, too.

He held her, leaning her back slightly and deepening the kiss, and she moaned. They began to make out with an intense passion, running their hands across each other. Her skin felt so hot against his in the pale moonlight, as if it was a physical manifestation of her passion, her lust, her desire. David pushed her onto her back and she landed with an easy grace in the bed, opening her legs smoothly for him, smiling up at him, her face illuminated by the moonlight. She looked achingly beautiful, impossibly gorgeous in that ghostly light, and he immediately climbed onto her, needing to be inside of her.

Normally their sessions were longer, and foreplay was very standard between them, but sometimes it was like this, where they simply needed to be making love. He needed to be inside of her as much as she needed him to be inside of her. And he could see her practically glistening, she was so wet. Before he could even get into position, she reached down between them, gripped his cock, and slipped it inside of herself.

“Ohhhh, David...” she gasped, her voice thick with emotion and love and lost.

“Cait,” he moaned as he penetrated her, “oh, Cait. Oh my fucking...oh Cait!”

He pushed deep into her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He began to make desperate, impassioned love to her and she stared up at him with wide, unblinking blue eyes that seemed to glow from within. He had never quite seen this expression on her face before, or maybe it was just the intensity of it. David was sure that he had a similar expression. He began to thrust wildly into her and she moaned loudly, pulling him down, and they resumed kissing. The pleasure ate him alive. He boiled in it, was melted by it, and loved every second of its consumption of him. Cait felt like a living goddess of sex and lust and beauty as he made increasingly frantic love to her, driving furiously into her now.

The sounds she made…

Neither of them lasted long. It was a short but ferocious session. Cait began to orgasm in under a minute, and she screamed into the kiss, unwilling or maybe even unable to break it, to release him, and he moaned loudly as he felt her insides clench hard around him, felt that hot release of sex juices. And he moaned, and lost himself completely, and began to orgasm barely five seconds after she had begun to. He pumped her sweet, perfect pussy full of his seed, immediately releasing a hot spurt that surged into her, and then another, and another, draining himself into her, filling her up. She moaned louder, accepting it all, almost begging for it with her body.

They came together, and for some brief but seemingly timeless moment, became lost together, entangled within each other, bathed in pure ecstasy.

When they had finished, he laid on top of her and didn’t pull out for a long time.

There was so much to say, but as the minutes drifted by in the moonlit comfort of her room, they remained locked inside of his head, and no doubt in hers as well. Not forever, but for now. He almost fell asleep before he spoke. Almost, but not quite.

“Cait?” he asked softly.

“Yes?” she murmured, slowly running one hand up and down his bare back.

“It’s different now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, David. It is.”

“And not just because you’re pregnant.”

“No.”

“We need to get more serious, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.”

He almost didn’t say the thing that wanted to escape his lips. Almost. But then, in the quiet of their shared space, he whispered, “Cait?”

“Yes, David?”

“...I love you.”

They weren’t looking at each other, not exactly. He had his head on the pillow, facing her, and she was laying on her back, staring out the window, so he could only see a portion of her beautiful, pale face.

But he saw her smile. “I know. I love you too, David.”

And he hugged her tightly to him, and she hugged him back. He pulled out of her and laid on his side. They embraced once more, facing each other.

That was how they fell asleep.

Demoness V - Chapter I Preview

Hey, everyone! I figured it was finally time to give a preview of Demoness V. It’s still a little ways off, as I’m very busy with the Haven series and stuff from the real world keeps getting in the way and eating up my time.

As usual, you can find both this chapter and the second chapter of this story over on my Patreon if you are a 1$/month Patron.

Enjoy!

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John Greenfield lay soaking wet and half-dead on a rocky shore.

He came to coughing violently, a thousand pains wracking his battered, abused body, and he turned on his side and vomited. A stream of foul-tasting seawater was jetted from his mouth onto the rocky beach he lay upon and mixed with the rain and swell of water from the waves lashing at him, as though the sea itself held a grudge against him. He coughed, terror and panic surging through his body, filling every fiber of his being as he desperately sought to figure out what was happening. Then he coughed raggedly and vomited again.

When the last of the seawater had escaped him, he groaned thickly and sat up. Shivering violently, he hugged himself and looked around, his head swinging in a slow arc from left to right. Ahead, all he could see was the dark eternity of the ocean, and the waves pounding the shore. To either direction, more beach, shrouded in a rainy darkness. A heavy wave came up and washed over him, nearly dragging him back into the ocean. John cried out and lurched to his feet in a surge of panic, then stumbled away from the water, from the most immediate threat. He still had his boots, he realized, looking down.

His clothes too, although they were ragged and wet and torn in many places.

Where was he?!

What had happened?!

Shivering even more harshly, he rubbed his arms furiously, trying to bring some warmth back to his slowly numbing body. Think, dammit! He could see no lights around, no fires, not even any structures. Opposite the ocean, he saw a dark treeline. Overhead, lightning forked the sky and thunder cracked, rumbling so powerfully it rattled his bones. He cried out in a pure, primal reflex of fear. Boat. He had been on a boat.

He’d been going somewhere, and the last thing he remembered was-

Lightning struck again, and this time it was as if it had struck his skull, his mind itself, which lit up like a beacon in the night as a realization hit him.

John sucked in a deep breath and screamed as loud as he could, “YELENA!!!”

Only the thunder and the pounding of the waves answered him. He looked around frantically, taking a few steps left, hesitating, then a few steps right. He stumbled as some rocks went out from beneath him and went painfully to his knees. He cried out, then moaned in sick fear. He felt shaky and raw with panic.

Whatever he’d been doing, wherever he was now, none of it mattered, because he was alone. Because he didn’t know where she was.

He shot to his feet and again screamed at the top of his lungs. “YELENA!!!”

Still nothing. John spent another few minutes looking around frantically, his mind half-fried, running on instinct and emotion as he desperately sought the woman he loved, the person who mattered the most to him in this world or any other, the demoness he would die for, he would do anything for. But he couldn’t see her.

He was alone.

“Please,” he moaned, hugging himself tightly. “Oh please don’t be gone. Please...”

He looked up as the lightning flared again and through the curtain of rain that fell, spied a simple structure not too far away. Like a ship dropping anchor in treacherous waters, that gave him something to hold onto. Seeing that structure awoke in him a very basic, very primal urge: to be inside, out of the cold and the dark and the rain. And that simple urge anchored him, brought him back down a few levels, and some of his panic bled off. He had to find Yelena, but first he had to get his bearings, check himself over.

Surely, he was wounded. He couldn’t tell because what parts of him weren’t numb from the cold all hurt in overlapping waves of miserable suffering. Groaning and shuddering, teeth chattering, he set off, marching towards the simple structure. It looked like little more than a shack. Probably a fisherman’s shack, he thought, given how close he was to the ocean. Although it was maybe a hundred feet away, it seemed to take ages to get there. He kept looking around, hoping to see that familiar form, praying to see Yelena coming towards him. He would give anything to see her just then. But he saw nothing.

John reached the shack. It had a door and it was partially open. He pushed his way in through it. The single-room building looked long abandoned. Already, as he stepped inside, his mind was telling him to do things. Light a fire. Find some dry clothes. Find a weapon. Make sure the building was secure-

He hadn’t made sure it was secure.

Right as he thought that, something leaped at him with a growl and crashed into him. He screamed, new primal urges taking over as a wiry figure covered in wet fur got atop him. He struggled, fought, bucked hard enough to throw the figure off of him. What was attacking him!? He got atop the figure. A hand came up and he screamed as claws raked his cheek. He grabbed the hand by the wrist and forced it back down, then did the same with the second hand. He was stronger than whoever it was, at least.

Lightning flashed again, and in that instant he saw a felis woman staring up at him, her eyes wide and wild with fury and fear. He hesitated. She looked...familiar.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Get off me!” she snapped.

“Are you going to stop fucking attacking me?!” John snapped back. “Because you struck first!”

She hesitated, a few seconds played out, and then he felt her relax slightly. “Yes. I’m sorry,” she replied.

Carefully, he released her wrists and then slowly got up off of her. John got to his feet and then offered her a hand when it seemed obvious that she wasn’t going to continue the fight. She looked at his hand for a moment, then took it and let him help her up. He shivered and looked around as he remembered how cold he was.

“We need to start a fire,” the felis murmured.

“I...” he hesitated, looked out through the door he’d come in through. “I need to go. There’s someone I have to find.” He took a step towards the exit.

“Wait,” the felis said, and he hesitated, looking back at her. “It’s too dangerous out there right now. It’s pouring rain in the middle of the night and we have no idea where we are or what could be out there. We’re injured and weak. We’re easy pickings for even a few wolves. We need to stay here, make a fire, get some rest.”

She sounded reasonable, and her voice, surprisingly calm as it was, instilled a sense of logic in him that began to calm his fractured and terrified mind. A part of him, a strong part of him, wanted to march out there in the rain and scream for Yelena for as long as it took. But another part of him reluctantly admitted that this woman was right, and he wouldn’t do any good to Yelena if he got himself killed out there.

And fuck, at this point, he realized, if he had managed to survive, then certainly she had, because she was far more capable than he was.

“Yeah,” he said finally, “you’re right.”

He looked around the little shack. It was a miserable place to spend the night, but it at least had a bed and the roof wasn’t leaking too bad. It still had its windows, too, and they were mostly intact. He looked down at a little brazier in the middle of the room. It was full of ashes.

“We’ll need wood,” he said. “And it’ll be hard to find dry wood around here...”

“I know some magic,” the woman said, “if we can find wood, I can dry it and burn it.” She looked out through the front door and sighed. He knew how she felt, he sure wasn’t relishing the thought of going back out there. “We should get this over with. And stick together.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, then hesitated. “I’m John.”

“Layla,” she said.

“Were you on the ship?” he asked as they headed back outside. The rain seemed to have slackened, though only a little. Maybe it was his imagination.

“Yes. I saw you around with a woman...a redhead elf...is that who you’re looking for?”

“Yelena. Yeah,” he replied.

She began to say something else, but a flash of lightning and boom of thunder cut her off. He waited to see if she’d keep talking, but instead she just pointed. He followed her finger and saw some driftwood not too far away. He went for it, shivering worse than ever now. Now that he had the goal of building a fire, he found himself desperate for one and colder than ever. He reached down and grabbed the piece of driftwood, then looked around and spied another one a few feet away. He stumbled over and grabbed it.

The act of gathering wood to burn helped bring his body and his mind back to him. Everything was feeling distant and numb, but it was slowly coming back. Still though, a confusion seemed to lay over him, almost like he was waking up in the middle of the night while drunk, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. He glanced over his shoulder at Layla, who was gathering up wood as well. At least he wasn’t alone. But...he looked all around himself once again. Where was Yelena?

He couldn’t shake the terrifying thought that something had happened to her, that she was injured or...dead. It was possible. No, he thought angrily, vehemently. No, she’s fine. Maybe not fine, apparently there’d been a shipwreck, but she was a survivor more than anything. She would survive, and he’d find her tomorrow, as soon as he woke up. He still wanted to go looking for her, but knew that it was a bad idea. Everything hurt or was numb, and he was dizzy and confused. John saw another piece of wood and grabbed it, making eight. His arms were getting full and, after a few seconds, he decided he’d found enough.

Turning around, he hurried back to the shack, where Layla was waiting in the doorway, watching out for him. He tried to remember what he’d observed about her, because he had seen her on the ship, but he couldn’t remember a thing. He rejoined her and they both headed inside. John dumped his wood in the brazier, then moved back over to the door and closed it, then locked it as firmly as he could. Then he moved over to the nearest window and saw about securing it some more. As he pulled the tattered curtains into place a bit more firmly, he felt a wave of wonderfully comforting warmth at his back. He turned around.

Layla was releasing renewing waves of white magic over the collection of wood he’d dumped in the brazier. Well, at least she seemed pretty competent. Just based on the little he’d encountered while fighting her, he thought that if they were to fight again, she’d give him a real run for his coin. He was definitely stronger than her, but strength wasn’t everything. She was quick. She glanced up as she finished drying the wood.

“Are you injured?” she asked.

“I don’t think so, not seriously,” he murmured, looking down at himself. His clothing was ripped and soaked.

“Why didn’t you use your weapon, during our skirmish?” she asked.

He looked down again and blinked in surprise. His sword, his midnight black blade, was still in its scabbard on his hip. “I didn’t even realize I still had it with me.”

“Lucky for me,” she replied. “You’re...very strong,” she murmured. He looked back up at her. She was staring at the wood before her, focusing on it really. It sounded like it pained her to admit that. Well, that made sense. She was clearly pretty fierce, no doubt an adventurer like him. Everything about her was a testament to the notion. In some ways, she reminded him of Bianca. He wondered, suddenly, what the demon-hunting felis was up to nowadays.

“It almost didn’t save me. You’re extremely fast,” he replied, continuing his job of securing the windows as much as he could.

His cheek still hurt, and bled slightly.

“I’ve spent a long time honing myself,” Layla murmured.

“I know the feeling,” John replied.

As he finished securing another window, there was an orange-yellow burst of light. He looked back at her. She stood before the brazier now, warming her hands. He studied her. She was in incredible shape, her form thin and lithe and athletic. She wore very little, really just a small shirt to cover her breasts, (which, he saw as he walked over to the final window and got a view of her front side, were very, very obvious in the soaking wet fabric), and a loose skirt that did little more than cover her ass and crotch. He imagined she wore it for a maximum range of motion, relying on speed rather than armor.

He felt an unexpectedly powerful burst of lust slam into him as he stared at her lithe form. Gods, she was in great shape, and she was so attractive. Her fur was a beautifully patterned orange and yellow.

His heart leaped as she looked at him suddenly. Her slit-pupil yellow eyes caught the fire, reflecting it. “Are we secure?” she asked.

“As secure as we’re going to get,” he replied, finishing with the final window and then moving over to the fire.

“I know a few basic alarm spells. I’ll set them by the windows and the door. If anything tries to get in, we’ll at least know about it,” she replied, and moved away from the fire. While she worked her magic and he warmed himself, (which he was partially regretting, as all of his body parts which had grown numb were now becoming warm again, and bringing with them new waves of pain), he looked around the cabin. There was hardly anything to work with. A broken desk, a dresser missing several drawers, a smashed table, a chair that looked so old and weathered that it likely wouldn’t support even an elf, and, interestingly, a bed that was pretty much intact. He’d slept in worse, he figured, studying it. Though if they intended to share it, it would be a tight fit…

He looked at her again.

Layla was facing away from him, and he could see the swell of her well-maintained, firm ass pushing against the skirt she wore, which was also soaking wet and clung to her body. Again, he felt a shockingly powerful bolt of lust slam into him, and he found himself desiring her more than he had desired most for a long time. He fought to control himself. Now was hardly the time to fuck. And, Gods, Yelena was still out there, and he wanted to get to her so badly. But he couldn’t. He was stuck in this shack, aching all over, his head hurting worse than a hangover, with no supplies but his soaking wet clothes and his blade.

At least Layla knew magic.

Hopefully she knew healing magic. He was still working on learning more magic. This was one of those times where knowing more magic would be really fucking useful. John groaned quietly as it felt like his entire body throbbed, but even that couldn’t keep the intense lust from his mind. Maybe it was just a reaction to the sheer insanity of the situation, now that he was somewhere theoretically safe, and the worst of it had passed.

What had even fucking happened? He still couldn’t remember. Everything was a confused mess and he just wanted to sleep. Well, he just wanted to go find Yelena, but he couldn’t, so next on the list was just pass the fuck out and not have to be awake and deal with this shit for awhile.

“I can heal you,” Layla said. “Probably not everything, but I can do a decent job.”

“I’d appreciate it,” he murmured.

She went about the room laying her magical traps, and as she did, he felt a painful jab of fear and misery as he was reminded of Yelena doing the same whenever they slept in a dangerous place. Gods, what he wouldn’t give just to know she was okay!

As she finished up, Layla came over to stand by him before the fire.

“Think the smoke will be a problem?” he murmured.

“No, there’s enough holes in the roof that we’ll be fine,” she replied. “Here, hold still. I’m going to put my hands on you, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied.

She reached out and laid her hands on his chest. The contact made his heart flutter and his stomach churn with desire.

Technically, he could have sex with her, if she was open to it. He was in an open relationship…

Was it right? Would that piss Yelena off? He didn’t think so, he was really fucking stressed out, and sex was pretty much the number one thing that helped him relax.

All of his thoughts ceased as Layla released a wave of magic over him, and he was filled with a deeply comforting warmth. He felt the pain all over his body lessen, though not disappear, not completely. But it was a damn sight better than what it had been.

“There,” she said.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” he replied.

“We should work together,” she said, and then she took off her shirt, freeing her high, firm breasts. They bounced as they came out of her small shirt and this time the lust hit him so hard that he nearly lost his breath. “And we should dry our clothes by the fire,” she said, nodding to an old but serviceable laundry line that hung from the ceiling.

“Uh...y-yeah,” he replied, and took off his shirt. She hung her shirt up, then did the same with her skirt. Oh Gods, he could see her vagina and it looked so good. He wrung his shirt out on the floor and hung it up, then repeated the process with his pants, his undershorts, and his socks. He had to dump seawater from his boots. He hung up all his clothes and set his boots before the fire, and, after a moment’s consideration, set his blade on the floor, beside the bed. “I’m not, uh, sure what you want to do about sleeping arrangements...” he murmured, turning around to face her.

Layla stood in front of the fire, facing him, the fire back-lighting her and only adding to the fierce appearance she was presenting. She stared at him with wide, wild eyes, her tail lashing furiously behind her, and he felt caught in her gaze. There was no mistaking the lust in her eyes. He began to say something, but she practically leaped across the shack and shoved him back onto the bed. As her body touched his and they fell into the bed together, he reacted almost on instinct. His lust overtook him, overwhelmed his mind now that she had shown her utter willingness to fuck him. She got atop him and kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her rough felis tongue in and desperately, almost furiously seeking his own.

He moved it forward and as soon as they touched, they twined and twisted together, and her taste flooded his mouth. He tasted her natural taste, mixed with smoke and seawater, and felt her damp, furry body pushing against his own. They both ran their hands over each other as they made out passionately. His hands found the swell of her firm, fit ass and he groped and squeezed it. Without thinking, one hand went up to the base of her tail, wrapped around it, and gave it a small squeeze. She let out a loud moan and went temporarily rigid, and he wondered if that had been a bad move. A woman’s tail, had she one, was usually a very intimate thing to touch.

But it seemed to only invigorate her more.

Layla reached down between them and gripped his steel-hard cock. She ran her hand up and down it for a moment, as though enjoying the simple act of touching it, and then she raised herself up, aimed it at her pussy, and lowered herself.

Both of them let out loud, low moans of primal pleasure as they began fornicating and the first burst of rapture from initial penetration hit them both. She took his entire length into herself, and oh was she wet. Good fucking Gods was she wet. And tight! Layla grabbed his shoulders as she finished settling into place atop him, then growled and began to ride him. He groaned loudly, the pleasure hitting him in waves. Parts of him hurt, ached with suffering from his time in the ocean, but he didn’t give one fuck about that.

Layla consumed his attention.

She seemed to tower above him in the flickering firelight and the close atmosphere of the tiny shack. Nude and furry and raw, she looked like a being of lust or a warrior felis deity come down for a night of wild sex with a mortal. Her firm, high breasts bounced beautifully in unison with the rest of her as she furiously rode his cock, fucking herself with it, shoving it into her pussy again and again. She growled and groaned, and no words were passed between them as they screwed like rutting animals, almost mindless in their ferocious, savage fuck session. All the thoughts were pushed soundly out of John’s head as Layla screwed him, putting her powerful hips and thighs to use. His pain seemed to fade away as she moved against him.

He reached up and groped her breasts for several moments, loving the feel of them in his grasp, loving the firm fitness of her body. Then he ran his hands down her sides to her hips. He grabbed them, digging his fingertips in, and began thrusting madly up into her. Layla let out a loud cry of rapture as he did this, shoving his cock even deeper into her, and she began going harder and faster. Beneath them, the bed creaked and groaned, and he wondered briefly if it would break. And didn’t care if it did. After another moment, his hands found her ass once more, and then her tail. This time when he wrapped his fingers around its base and squeezed, she let out a groan somewhere deep in her throat and began to orgasm almost immediately.

He cried out, this time in pain, as her claws came out and dug into his shoulders, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was lost in her orgasm, and soon, so was he. Her orgasm triggered his own and in an instant they were both coming hard, coming together, and he was shooting his seed into her, pumping her sweet felis vagina full of it. The stuff left him in hard spurts as he felt her own hot sex juices escaping her pussy, getting all over him. They both moaned and cried out and panted and grunted and shouted as they came together.

And then it was over, suddenly, and she collapsed against him.

He remembered them both panting furiously, getting their breaths back, and then he remembered a powerful wave of sleepiness washing over him. He shifted, and so did she, so that they were laying beside each other, and then the lethargy pulled him down into the dark waters of sleep, like a powerful undertow, and he knew no more.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (February 2020)

This is exactly the reason I caution myself against going into detail about my plans for the future: it could all change within a week of making the pronouncement!

Well, let’s get into this.

WHAT HAPPENED IN JANUARY

So while I had planned for January to be this unstoppable wrecking ball of productivity…basically the opposite happened. I’ll run down a little list of shit that I did actually manage to get finished, in case you missed my post whining about all the shit I did.

• Read over and touched up every single motherfucking synopsis for Misty Vixen and Crystal Candy titles across websites, Kindle, and Smashwords + affiliate sites.

• Remade most of my paperbacks, inside and out, including updating the back matter to more accurately reflect the current state of affairs.

• Updated literally every available digital title’s back matter in a similar fashion.

• Double-checked every single page of both Misty Vixen’s and Crystal Candy’s website, checked all the links, and remade all the banners.

• Had an epic revelation that made all my cover art roughly 300% better (I mean, I think so at least) and remade ALLLLLLL the fucking covers. (Except the Starer Pack, for obvious reasons.)

• Finished editing the last of my backlog of content I managed to get edited by another person (My Undead Lover + Exploration + Demoness III + The Former Princess).

• Got some cover art made.

• Canceled Maidens & Mayhem. Might use the characters from it in something else. Also, I’m going to continue Refuge. At some point.

• Edited and FINALLY updated Kyra’s Game, my free incest story. Just two more chapters to go!

• Released nude versions of Aria and Elora from Alien Harem, Ellie from Haven 3, and Ellie Lennox from Royal Lust.

• Released the first Quickie, which contains about 10,000 words worth of brand new content in the form of a follow-up short to Hellcats, and another follow-up short to Exploration!

• Managed to get a little bit of work done on Demoness V.

• Planned Haven 4 and began working on it.

• Released free Kindle versions of the Valkyries Trilogy that you can download here, and also released the Complete Trilogy (with bonus content), for my 1$/month Patrons here.

• A handful of other minor and/or useless background things.

That, combined with the fact that it’s winter, and freezing, and gets dark at fucking 5PM, and then throw in the usual list of real-life BS that crops up and me trying to have even a tiny social life, and it means that I didn’t get nearly as much done writing-wise as I’d hoped.

However, the most significant thing that happened, is that I had a revelation that has altered the course of all my plans and probably my career. For the better, I hope. If you want to read a more fleshed out explanation, check this out.

In short: I’m shifting most of my focus to Haven. To do otherwise is fucking stupid on my part. The three Haven books that are out right now, for the month of January, have accounted for roughly 60% of my income. That’s insane. In short, Haven is outselling LITERALLY EVERYTHING by a HUGE factor. Meaning that I’d be a moron not to immediately get cracking on Haven 4, and 5, and 6, and so on.

Due to this reorganization, instead of switching between titles, I’ll be focusing on Haven until it is completed. That 80/20 split I mentioned earlier? Well, now Haven will always been in the 80% of my work day until it is complete, with the 20% being the thing that changes. Right now, Demoness V is in the 20%. Obviously, it’s going to take awhile to finish at this rate, for which I apologize. However, like I said in my update relating to this, the people have spoken, and they want more Haven, so hopefully most readers will be happy. After Demoness V, I’ll likely knock out Lust & Adventure IV. Then I’ll do something Sci-Fi. I’ll also try to wrap up Kyra’s Game, and write more Refuge.

But as I’ve had time to think about this some more, I’ve realized that there’s an even larger, what could be called a tectonic, shift in the way I’ve been looking at how I want to proceed, in terms of years, not just the next few months, with Misty Vixen.

Last year, after a lot of deliberation, I ultimately decided that Misty Vixen would just be my four shared universes for the foreseeable future. I’ve been gathering ideas for other series, stand-alone series that would, in some cases, be kind of different from what I’ve written so far. Originally, I decided that I would save these ideas for another pen name, one which would receive, when I could afford it, the kind of ‘royal treatment’, in terms of editing, formatting, marketing, cover art, etc. However, having actually done some more research recently into how much this kind of treatment would cost, I discovered that it would cost somewhere between 2,000$ and 3,000$ PER FUCKING BOOK. I…can’t afford that. I just can’t. I understand the idea that you’ve got to spend money to make money, and the concept of investment, but this is beyond my grasp currently.

So it made me realize that maybe I need to stop holding onto this notion of saving my ‘good’ ideas for this next level of investment, and instead just start putting them out there. When I had that thought, it made me feel…good? Relieved? Happy?

Clearly, I want to do this. I want to write titles outside of these four universes I have established. Because the ideas that I’ve come up with and set aside aren’t just more commercially viable (i.e. more popular/what’s selling) but are also ideas that I’m really excited about. Some of them are pretty different from what I’ve written so far. Now that holding them back for special treatment under a new pen name is off the table, I don’t really have any reason not to start working on some of them.

I’m not sure yet, but I think I’ll begin working on A Warm Place in the background, as I want to turn this into a series of novels. Depending on how things shake out, I might end up wanting to take my Haven momentum forward into the other series idea I have for my Post-Apocalyptic Universe. But again, we shall see. All I know for right now is that I’m focusing on Haven.

So, onto the next part!

WHAT I HOPE HAPPENS IN FEBRUARY

• I’m almost positive I’ll get Haven 4 out before the end of this month. Right now, it’s fully planned out, and I’ve got the first chapter written, and I have the cover art!

• I might be able to get Quickies #2, which will cover bonus content for Wanderlust & My Undead Lover, and will contain two brand new bonus shorts featuring those protagonists, out this month.

• I’m hoping to get another chapter of Kyra’s Game out this month, and possibly even finish it.

• I’ll make some progress on Demoness V. I should at least get it up to 1/3, possibly even 1/2 complete.

• I’m going to try and knock out the new cover art for the Paranormal Passions Trilogy.

That’s it. If I can work hard with a lot of consistently, I may be able to get all this shit done.

Changes & Sacrifices

Some of you may recall several months ago when I made a statement to the effect of “If I was smart, I would drop everything right now and focus on writing Haven.”

I didn’t. Instead, I wrapped up Parasexual. Then I wrote Haven 3. In the weeks that have followed its release, this statement has, if anything, come back to haunt me, and it caused me to begin reconsidering the plan that I had made for myself in December.

For as long as I’ve been speaking with my followers, I’ve maintained a few things. One is that while money isn’t everything, it is crucially important and does keep my bills paid. Another is that I’ve often attempted to find a balance between what I want to write, and what will earn me money. I still believe these hold true, and I still strive for that balance.

However, I’ve also come to learn that sacrifices need to be made if you want to be successful at something. Sometimes it’s sleep, sometimes it’s having a social life, and sometimes it’s working on one project instead of another.

And specifically, what it means right now is dropping almost everything and shifting focus to Haven.

Let me give you an idea of the events that have occurred so you can better understand why I’m doing this.

My sales began to look poor in October, and then they started to get genuinely worrying through November and into December.

January, on the other hand, if it holds steady to what it’s currently doing, will probably be in my top ten best months ever (barring the freak lightning strike in May 2018.) And it is painfully obvious why this is happening.

Haven.

Currently, the Haven series is 4 titles. So far, this month, 69 titles (that includes the A Warm Place titles), have sold in some capacity. So that means that Haven represents 5% of all titles that have sold so far this month.

Haven accounts for 61% of my total income.

Let me repeat that: FIVE PERCENT of my titles account for SIXTY PERCENT of my total income.

That is fucking insane.

They are outselling EVERYTHING by several magnitudes. To help give you a better idea, Haven 1, 2, & 3 hold the top three spots of page reads from the Kindle Unlimited, with Haven 2 holding Spot #3. Spot #4 is The Misty Vixen Starter Pack, and it has earned less than 1/4 of Haven 2’s page reads. It is THAT much of a drop-off. The chasm between Haven and everything else is vast.

Meaning that the reason I’m having a spectacular month is almost entirely because of Haven.

If I was just looking to pay my bills and have some cash leftover at the end of each month, I’d actually be pretty satisfied with where I’m at. For awhile, I was, (or at least I think so, when it comes to the past, we tend to stack the deck.) But at this point in my life, I’m not satisfied with that. I’m still not honestly looking to be mega rich, I’m not interested in having a mansion or taking insane vacations or hoarding money just for the sake of hoarding money. I have a few bigger debts I’d like to pay off, and yeah, I have some expensive things I’d like to own, (it’d be nice not to have a car that needs a major repair every four to six months), but there’s people in my life who I would really, really fucking like to be able to help out in the way that only money, and I mean real money, can. There are causes I’d love to donate to, huge, enormous tips I’d love to leave, people I’d just like to make happy. I honestly fucking love being generous for the sake of being generous when I can afford it.

I think I can get there, I can get to that level of money, if I made a few sacrifices and focused even harder on what sells. Like Haven. I think that if I put the majority of my focus into producing Haven content regularly, I might actually be able to take off. And honestly, I’m tired of living in obscurity. I’ve been doing this for five years now. It’d be nice if I could be one of those people that gets fucking a hundred reviews within a few weeks of launching, you know?

I know there’s a few ways to go about this. One way is to game the system like Eric Vall and hire a team of ghost writers to pump out books for four or five different series. (I obviously don’t know for a fact that that’s what they’re doing, but come on, I don’t think it’s physically possible to pump out a 150,000 word novel EVERY FUCKING WEEK for A YEAR STRAIGHT. Like, genuinely, it’s not possible for one human to do.) Another is to do it like Jan Stryvant and focus on one series that’s already taken off. That one seems much more doable, and feels much more within my grasp.

So this is what I’m going to do.

Since I don’t want to just straight-up abandon working on literally anything else, I’m going to continue doing the 80-20 split. My 80% work will be Haven. My 20% will be whatever other project I’ve chosen to take on. Right now, that means Demoness V, and then probably Lust & Adventure IV since I’d really like to get that out of the way. Then maybe a few Quickies, and then something Sci-Fi. But my point is that I’ll now be aiming to get a new Haven novel out once a month until it’s done. After that, I think I may actually take on A Warm Place, since I feel strongly about that series, and I think it might do even better than Haven.

To those of you who were looking forward to basically anything else besides Haven, I am sorry. I hope the compromise I’ve tried to make with the 80-20 split is acceptable. But, honestly, I guess I feel like in one way, I’m doing this for the fans. The fans vote with their wallets on what sells, and the vote is in: Haven wins.

Useless Updates + Crystal Candy Stuff

I’ve been suffering for the past week, getting NO writing done, because once again I found myself falling down the rabbit hole that is updating all my fucking content.

So you can probably ignore this because I just felt like complaining.

Since it was the 5 year anniversary, I decided to kind of clean everything up a bit more thoroughly.

I touched up all the cover art, including the covers that have yet to be remade. Even though I am working to get them remade, it will still take time, several months, probably into May or June. I figured I might as well take the hour or so of effort necessary to bring the older cover art in line with the newer cover art, since it looks WAY better. This includes the entire A Warm Place series, and the Refuge covers. They’ve all been remade.

I checked over both this website and my Crystal Candy website, making sure all the links work, remaking all the banners, reading over everything and making sure there were no errors and rewording things here and there.

I updated my back matter again to further reflect the current state of affairs. I also basically remade EVERY story to republish to the Kindle for a number of reasons: updated back matter, to capitalize on the number of corrections I’ve made here and there as I’ve caught them or they’ve been pointed out to me, everything from accidental double-spaces, misspellings, factual errors, stuff like that, and also for more unity in terms of formatting.

I basically did the same thing for my paperbacks. I would like to point out not ALL the paperbacks, just the ones that have finalized cover art. For example, Paranormal Passions paperbacks haven’t been updated, same with Desire.

I double-checked all the synopsis for every single story, both on the site and on the Kindle, (and Smashwords and, through there, the other sites the handful of stories are available on), and also on the backs of the paperbacks.

I also finally got through editing My Undead Lover, so that’s up.

In terms of backlog editing, I’ve basically given up, because at some point I realized that even if I manage to find someone to help me regularly, I’ll never fucking keep up with my own output, not at this point. So now I’ve just got Exploration, Demoness III, and The Former Princess to look over, as they are the last of the stories I managed to get looked over by another person before giving up. On that note, if you’re reading any of my titles and come across any error of any kind, I would absolutely accept and appreciate it if you shot me an e-mail about that. A few people have done that and it’s been extremely appreciated and helpful.

I pulled a lot of really late nights doing this, just because I wanted so desperately to get it done and out of the fucking way, because it’s not just a huge time-suck, but also just a brain-melter. I feel goddamned braindead after doing this stuff.

Plus it means I don’t write.

Now, about Crystal Candy.

So, before you get your hopes up, I’m still keeping things quiet for right now in regards to writing Crystal Candy stuff. Sorry.

A WARM PLACE. I did go through and re-upload new covers and slightly updated versions of A Warm Place. I still like that series, and I figure I’ll say it now. I have decided to rewrite A Warm Place and re-release it as a series of novels under Misty Vixen. However, this is still a ways off. I’m not actually sure when I’ll begin doing this. I’d like to get farther along in my other works for the moment. As for specifics, it will follow Chris, be written in first person, begin sometime before the current series, and continue to some point after it, with the first series now serving as the middle. Basically, I want to recreate the style I established while writing that series, just much more fleshed out, more character development, more events, more survival stuff, etc.

MAIDENS & MAYHEM. I have opted to cancel this series. If you were reading it, I am sorry. Although I do appreciate the idea I had going, I just couldn’t bring myself to care about it. That’s almost never happened before. It was part of the reason I ultimately decided to put Crystal Candy on hiatus. So I’ve just decided to cancel it. Although I do like the characters and I do want to do some kind of fantasy-setting story, so I think I’ll, at some point, do a much more survival-based story. We’ll see.

REFUGE. I still really like this series and want to keep going with it. Given the amount of time that’s passed, I’m going to go back and re-read/edit what I’ve already written, and then continue working on it. However, it will be at a much slower pace. And given this slower pace, I’ll go ahead and edit whatever I put out before I put it out.

After taking a look through my catalog of ideas for Crystal Candy, I ended up axing most of them, because I realized that they were either quick & dirty versions of ideas I want to do elsewhere, and I should just save it for when I get to those ideas, or they were like Maidens & Mayhem: cool in theory, but not for me. For example, I axed the modern stuff, since I honestly can’t bring myself to care about it enough. I still intend to do the horror story, and I am feeling the urge to write like a caveman story, with some fantasy elements. Beyond that, who can say? I’m definitely relegating Crystal Candy to a side project that I’ll get to when I can.

That’s it really. I’m still hoping to get Demoness V out by the end of the month, with work going into finishing Kyra’s Game, and publishing the first two or three Quickies, and Lust & Adventure IV, which will become my main project after Demoness V. And then once all that shit’s done, Haven 4, full steam ahead.

5 Years Later (Newsletter 2020)

I’ve been writing for about five years now.

Technically speaking, I released my very first title, Hellcats: Six Foot Ten, on September 23, 2014. And I managed to release a handful of other titles before the end of the year, but I don’t really consider my ‘career’, inasmuch as I can call this clusterfuck a career, started until the beginning of 2015. It is now January 1st, 2020, which means I’ve been at this with mostly unbroken consistency for five long years.

What have I managed to do in those five years?

Well, I managed to write…

• 3 novellas

• 8 short stories

• 41 novels

• 2 collections

• Over a dozen other shorts in the form of bonus content that I don’t otherwise count.

• Roughly 6 novels as Crystal Candy.

That’s over like 2,000,000 words. When I look back at everything that’s happened over the past half-decade, I largely feel two things.

The first is that I’m amazed it’s worked out as well as it has.

The second is…am I fucking ever going to get stability and consistency? (Personally and professionally speaking.)

Although 2019 was not as bad as 2018, I still feel like it had more downs than ups, and that I’ve largely just been trying to recover from the damage that was done in 2018. (More went on behind the scenes than I let on.)

But now the decade is over, and a new decade has begun, and for the last portion of the year, I felt like I have finally, finally begun getting my shit back together. Like a prologue of the year to come. With this in mind, let’s take a look ahead at what I intend to bring you in 2020.

• HAVEN. 2020 is going to be, largely, the year of Haven. My primary focus is going to be writing this series. Besides it being my strongest seller, I have a really good idea of where I want to go with it, where I want it to end, and how to get there. At present, I’m looking at there being nine novels, but that could change, so don’t set your hearts on that number. There’s a lot to do: places to explore, monsters and assholes to fight and kill, relationships to develop, people to save, things to build. I don’t know if it will be possible to finish Haven within the next twelve months, but I am intending to try.

• QUICKIES. So, I’ve talked about this before, and I’m going ahead with it. In short, the Quickies will be collections of short stories that have been written to serve as bonus content to spruce up my collected works. I think it’s pretty reasonable to not want to repurchase those titles for 10$ just to get your hands on a few short stories, and I want to give people a chance to buy just the short stories if they’ve already read the works in question. This will also give me a chance to write brand new, exclusive material for series that I have long since finished. So here’s how it will work. Each Quickies collection will collect all existing bonus content relating to at least two series and/or titles, usually more. It really depends on just how much there is. They will cost 2.99$, and will not be enrolled in the KU, unfortunately, because I’m not sure about Amazon’s policy for re-publishing shit and I just don’t want to invoke their wrath on accident. To give you an example, I’ll tell you the specifics of the first one. Quickies #1 will have every bonus short ever written relating to Hellcats and to Exploration. It will also have two completely original short stories, one related to Hellcats, one related to Exploration, never before seen and exclusive to these collections. I’ll be creating one brand new short story for nearly every title I have ever written, including The Misty Vixen Starter Pack and the Freebies, so if you’ve had something you’ve been wanting to see how it turned out, keep an eye out for these. If you have any questions, please ask.

• SCIENCE FICTION. I plan on bouncing back and forth between projects, given that I had adopted a strategy of working on two projects simultaneously, and it’s worked out well so far. Basically, I write 4,000 words a day for my main project, and 1,000 words a day for my next project. As a result, by the time I’ve wrapped up my primary project, I’m already a quarter to a third done with my secondary project! I’m hoping this will accelerate my publishing schedule. And because I don’t want to burn out, I’ll be working on something that isn’t Haven in between writing Haven novels. After getting a few things I need to get written and published out of the way, I intend to turn my attention to something in my Sci-Fi Universe. I’m not yet sure what that will be, though I have a strong contender. Mainly, I want to do this because I miss Sci-Fi. I haven’t written a single Sci-Fi thing for just over two years at this point!

Okay, now, this is the part where I get long-winded and run over everything in all four of my shared universes. If you don’t care, feel free to skip. But if you’re interested in a sort of sneak peek at where I am right now with my stories and universes and ideas, then keep reading and hopefully be wowed!

PARANORMAL UNIVERSE

• PARANORMAL PASSIONS: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• PARASEXUAL: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• PINK: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• ROOMMATES WITH BENEFITS (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

FANTASY UNIVERSE

• WANDERLUST: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• MY UNDEAD LOVER: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• LUST & ADVENTURE: I intend to write one more novel and a Quickie short.

• LARGE & LOVELY: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• LAY OF THE LAND (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• SNAKESKIN: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• ROYAL LUST: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short. Though I do intend to use the characters in future series extensively.

• ADVENTUROUS: This will be a full-blown series. Not sure when I’ll get to work on it.

• WOMEN OF THE WILD: This will also be a full-blown series. After I’ve written Haven and something Sci-Fi, I will likely make this my priority.

• UNTITLED FREE INCEST STORY: The next free, website-exclusive story (series?) I intend to write, is about a deeply loving relationship between a young man and his beautiful mature mother. I hope to get to this in 2020.

POST-APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE

• SEX & SURVIVAL: I’ve finally decided, done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• THE PALE REDHEAD: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• A NEW WORLD (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• HAVEN: I intend to finish this series this year.

• UNTITLED SERIES: I’ve mentioned this before. It’s kind of similar to Haven, in that it has base-building elements and a harem of women, but it hits a particular fetish really, really hard and I think a lot of people will really like it. I know I will. No idea how long this series will be, but surely not longer than Haven. And unless something changes, I may put this universe to sleep after this series for a long while. We’ll see.

SCIENCE FICTION UNIVERSE

• HELLCATS: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• EXPLORATION: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• ALIEN HAREM: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• AMAZONIAN’S LOVE: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• VALKYRIES: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short. Also, I need to get a Kindle version of this available somehow. May make it available through the website, may make it a reward for 1$/month tier Patrons. Not sure yet.

• BLIND DATE: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• DESIRE: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• LIKE A SEX TOY (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): I know I mentioned earlier that I was going to rework this into the beginning of a new series, and although I do intend to write that new series still, I’m just going to use original characters instead of trying to maneuver this into something else. So, done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

• KYRA’S GAME: Gonna wrap this up soon.

• WILD DISCOVERY: I’ve spoken of this in the past. This may be the one I settle on to write, but I’m not so sure. It features more hardcore survival. The way I write stories has changed significantly since I originally envisioned this and sketched a few plans, so it needs to be reworked.

• UNTITLED SERIES: This one is the likeliest candidate to get written next. It’s in the vein of Hellcats and Valkyries, just much better paced and written. Kind of like how Parasexual was basically an idealized Paranormal Passions. Looking forward to this one.

• UNTITLED SERIES: Another one that hits a particular kink particularly hard. This one will definitely be slice-of-live versus out in the wild survival. One of my newer ideas. Still not sure if I can make it work. If I do, it’ll likely be shorter stuff, maybe 30-40,000 word titles.

• UNTITLED SERIES: Have you ever heard of hurt-comfort? From what I gather, it’s a genre that’s about really miserable, unhappy people comforting each other. That’s what this series is about. Imagine Paranormal Passions, but in a sci-fi setting, and more coherent, and more unhappy, with each character getting their own, unique damage! Sounds fun, I’m sure. This idea hit me really hard, and it would be more a work of passion than anything else. I’m admittedly a little scared to tackle this one, because I get worried about fucking it up.

And that’s it. That’s everything. Well, not EVERYTHING, but that’s just about everything I’ve got for Misty Vixen for the foreseeable future. Obviously, I’ve got a lot left to write. And I have WAY more ideas for other pennames. Speaking of that, you’re probably wondering about Crystal Candy. Well, I’m sorry to say that I’m keeping her retired for the moment. I still certainly have ideas that I don’t think would fit anywhere else, but my work with Misty Vixen is just too important, and any spare time I do have is being used to gear up for far bigger plans that I have for the future…

Largest Sale/Giveaway Ever!

So, I’m doing what is sure to be the largest sale/giveaway I’ve ever done in my five years of writing stuff.

This is a two-fold deal, so I’ll start with the one that my fans are probably most interested in.

ALL OF MY COLLECTIONS ARE GOING TO BE .99¢.

• HELLCATS - THE COMPLETE TRILOGY

• WANDERLUST - THE COMPLETE SERIES

• PARANORMAL PASSIONS - THE COMPLETE TRILOGY

• DESIRE - THE COMPLETE SERIES

• LUST & ADVENTURE - THE COMPLETE TRILOGY

• SEX & SURVIVAL - THE COMPLETE TRILOGY

• PARASEXUAL - COLLECTION #1

• PARASEXUAL - COLLECTION #2

• HAVEN - COLLECTION #1

Several of my titles are also going to be free.

• MY UNDEAD LOVER

• EXPLORATION

• HELLCATS

• WANDERLUST

• DEMONESS

• THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK

• WOMEN OF THE WILD - THE DRYAD

• ROYAL LUST

• PARASEXUAL

• AMAZONIAN’S LOVE

• ADVENTUROUS

• PARANORMAL PASSIONS

• DESIRE

• ALIEN HAREM

• LUST & ADVENTURE

• SEX & SURVIVAL

• HAVEN

This will start at midnight on Christmas, and end midnight on the 29th (as the 29th becomes the 30th). These are rough estimates, as I’m having to do all the collection pricing manually, (so hey, some may be available at that price right now), and because of time zones and stuff like that. But that’s the gist of it.

Spread the word and enjoy!