FREE SHORT: Roommates With Benefits 2

This story is a follow-up to one of the four novellas I wrote for my Starter Pack.

In it, Scott and the three absurdly beautiful, highly sexual paranormal women that he now lives with get a new roommate. She’s very sexual, very submissive, and looking to be broken in by all of them, especially Scott…


Home.

For the first time in a long time, Scott felt like he had a home.

Although his parents had been very good to him and raised him well enough, at some point in high school, their house hadn’t quite felt like home so much as ‘his parent’s home’. He didn’t resent them or living there, but it never quite sat right. When, for the first time, he moved out of his parent’s place and in with a trio of crazy hot paranormal chicks six months ago, it had really felt like he was moving into someone else’s place, even though they’d given him his own room and been very welcoming to him.

And fucked him into oblivion.

But oh how things had changed since then.

Scott slowly walked through the house that he and the three women who were now not just a part of his life but basically his entire life had just purchased.

At the moment, all three of them were out.

The house was mostly a sprawling, single story, with an appreciable basement that was his and Haley’s domain now.

In the months that had followed his moving in with an elf, a succubus, and a vampire, and learning that the entire reason they had asked him to move in was to use him as a living fucktoy, his relationship with each of them had deepened. But his relationship with Haley, the elf, had deepened far more.

He was in love with her.

And she with him.

Although by now Rayne the succubus and Jocelyn the vampire were both very fond of him, took him to bed nearly every day, and trusted him with a lot, he knew that his relationship with Haley was different. They all knew it and, thankfully, they didn’t mind. In their own way, he thought that both Rayne and Jocelyn enjoyed the small but certain distance between them. They were both individualistic loners who happened to have found people they liked enough to live with. Haley was asocial not quite by choice, but more by disposition.

While she loved Rayne and Joce as her best friends, she hadn’t yet found someone she truly connected with, someone she could call a true lover.

Until she met Scott.

He was still very surprised by that.

Haley was older than him, far smarter than him, smarter than all of them as a medical professional who, thanks to her anxiety, operated solely online, giving out medical advice. She was amazingly beautiful, though he was still having to convince her that she didn’t live in Jocelyn’s and Rayne’s shadows.

In the weeks and months that had followed his introduction into their life, Scott had slowly acclimated to his new reality.

But it had evolved in a way none of them was quite expecting.

When she had concocted the plan to lure a young, inexperienced human man into their apartment, Rayne had thought they would have a roommate that they took turns fucking sometimes who, hopefully, wouldn’t cause any problems.

But a lot more had happened.

Each of them got along with him greatly, and his relationship with all three of them had developed so much.

Rayne, who appreciated him not just because he was young and inexperienced and therefore was very easy to please sexually, but also because he was a website designer like her, had found a kindred spirit in that regard. They began collaborating on projects and eventually discovered that although she had far more experience and technical knowledge, Scott had an edge that she didn’t. In some way that neither of them could pinpoint or describe, he could add something to her design that would accentuate it in a way that seemed to bring it to another level. By now, they had formed their own small company, combining their clients they had separately gathered and reaching more than ever before. Well, for Scott, anyway.

For Jocelyn, the techno-making, weed-smoking, gamer vampire, he was a best friend she had never quite had. Although Rayne and Haley liked the things she liked, she’d always felt that neithe rof them did quite in the way she did. Scott found that their pastimes aligned quite well, and that he had a particular love of her music. He loved listening to it before anyone else did, and occasionally he even had a somewhat insightful suggestion. They had fun-filled gaming sessions that sometimes lasted for two days at a stretch.

For Haley, he seemed to get her on a level that no one else in her life really had. And the gift he gave her, without even really trying, was a profound one: after they had really begun dating, she had discovered that he didn’t really trigger any of her anxiety. She had discovered that she could relax and open herself up to him in a way she hadn’t been able to before. She found that, since he had come into her life, she could go out with more ease. Although her anxiety was still with her, he had stilled the waters somehow. They took long, peaceful walks together through the parks across the city, holding hands, talking about anything that came to mind, or sometimes not talking at all for hours at a time, just enjoying the atmosphere and each other.

After about five and a half months, the four of them had decided that their life needed to get a bit bigger. Which, functionally speaking, meant two things. The first was that they wanted a bigger place. Hence the house. Rayne was extremely efficient when she wanted to be, and so she had got set up with a realtor, found a house, negotiated a price, bought it, and gotten moved in within two weeks. They had recently finished getting everything set up. Rayne had her room and their office set up on one side of the house, Jocelyn had her sound studio, bedroom, and gamer area set up on the other side, and he and Haley had dominion over the whole basement.

They had just made it their bedroom, since there was nothing they could be doing that they wouldn’t mind Jocelyn or Rayne seeing.

The second thing that the change had meant was: new roommate.

They had been batting around the idea for the past month or so. It was actually Haley’s idea. Certain aspects of their relationship had developed more than others. Namely: him screaming at her and beating her during sex. She really liked it, and Scott had discovered that he really liked it, too. He’d been a little weirded out by it in the beginning, but it just felt good and right, and he trusted Haley and she trusted him and it had just become...natural.

And so much fun.

They’d invested in a few more toys to help out.

But Haley had found herself not only wanting to add someone new into the mix, but specifically someone who she could watch Scott abuse. They’d tried it a few times with Rayne and Jocelyn, but neither of them seemed as into it as Haley and she wanted someone who was really submissive. Rayne and Jocelyn had, however, discovered that they were actually kind of into the dominating side of things, and that they also wouldn’t mind having someone else around, another sexy woman to fuck and hang out with.

And so the search had begun.

Interestingly, Scott was not allowed to join in the search. Haley had requested that specifically. She wanted their very first meeting to be when they were first going to have sex. He was, as far as he was concerned, understandably nervous about this. What if she didn’t like him? What if he didn’t like her? What if they weren’t sexually compatible? Or compatible as roommates? He was pretty easygoing, and he thought he was decently easy to please, but these were still possibilities. However, they all assured him that they would be able to find a perfect fit.

After all, they’d found him, hadn’t they?

Scott still wasn’t sure how much of that was coincidence, but he trusted them.

He slowly moved through the house, looking at it all. Not much had survived from their initial apartment. They had an ‘out with the old, in with the new’ kind of mentality. As in, we’re getting rid of all our old clothes and furniture, donating it to people who could use it, and buying new shit. He could definitely get behind the theory, but fuck, he was still getting used to the fact that not only were the three women he was now building a life with were rich, but thanks to them and his own hard work, (and luck), he was pretty well-off now, too.

Besides not really having to pay much in the way of bills, he wasn’t just giving the occasional helpful suggestions to Rayne to make her website design pop. He was designing sites just as much as she was. Well, maybe not at that rate. Rayne was a paranormal, and they had inhuman amounts of attention, endurance, and willpower. When she got into something, she could focus on a project for twelve to even twenty hour stretches. But he did pull his own weight, even though at this point they had flat out told him that as long as he satisfied them sexually and was nice to them, he didn’t need to worry about money.

Scott ended up near the center of the house, the living room. Off of it was the final bedroom, the place where their latest addition would be living if she decided she wanted to move in with them. He flopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and tried not to be too nervous. At present, all three women were out picking up the new girl.

They had found someone.

They wouldn’t tell him anything about her, save for the fact that she was hot, she was submissive, and she was a paranormal.

He imagined that they thought the mystery would tantalize him more, and damn if it wasn’t working. He found himself obsessing over this new woman. Was she a type of paranormal he was more familiar with? An elf? Vampire? Succubus? Or something different? A witch? A werewolf? A siren? Maybe something a little more exotic? A Valkyrie? He admittedly wasn’t too familiar with all the various types of paranormals out there. What did she look like? Would she like him? How into being submissive was she?

He imagined on the same level as Haley at least, and she was really into it, he had learned.

That was definitely a rabbit hole he’d been going deeper into for months now.

It had been a lot of fun, honestly, and deeply gratifying in a way he hadn’t initially quite realized something sexual could be.

Scott perked up as he heard a car approaching. They lived in a quiet neighborhood on the other side of town now, so cars weren’t extremely common, but he waited, listening anyway. It was getting closer, and...yep, pulling into the driveway. Shit. This might be it. He waited, resisting the urge to hop up and run to the door and look out the window. If they had the woman with them, and she was as submissive as they made her sound, it was in his best interest to appear dominate. Or, at the very least, not desperate or needy.

He was still learning about this whole dichotomy, but he at least got the basics.

Now the engine died, and he heard car doors opening and closing. Then conversation, growing closer. Someone laughed. All women’s voices, and he definitely recognized three of them. Okay, fuck, it was happening.

His heart fluttered in his chest.

They stopped outside the door and he could almost, but not quite, make out some of the conversation. He waited. They lingered, talking a bit more quietly. Now it was harder than ever not to jump up, run over, and tear the door open. But he made it. He sat on the couch, watching TV, pretending like he wasn’t sitting there tense in almost desperate anticipation up until they finally opened the door and came in.

“And...there he is,” Rayne said.

“How’d it go?” Scott asked, still facing the TV.

“We’ve brought her,” Haley said.

“Bring her to me,” he replied, and hoped that he wasn’t leaning too hard into it. But Haley had given him a little advice before leaving that he should be a bit distant, a bit dominate, from the beginning.

It was…

Not normal for him.

“Yes, sir,” he heard Haley murmur.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she repeated, louder.

He waited as the two women walked around in front of the couch. They stood just off to the right. He continued staring at the TV for a moment before looking over. Scott had to be careful to keep his surprise off of his face.

The woman standing beside his girlfriend was hot.

This woman wanted to fuck him? Wanted to go to bed with him and be dominated by him? Seriously? Well, if that was true, he was going to have to do a great job.

She had very pale skin, with teal colored hair that was down, framing her smooth, seductively attractive face. She had on some makeup, accentuating her eyes and lips and cheeks. She wasn’t too tall, maybe five and a half feet, probably five four or five. She was about average weight for her height, but she had some big breasts. They were in good view, as she was wearing a low-cut, short black dress. He noticed she also had a black choker collar on. She held her hands together in front of her and was looking down.

“What’s her name?” he asked.

“Lila,” Haley said.

“Lila, huh?” he murmured, still studying her. After a moment, he got up and slowly walked over to her. Reaching out, he put a finger under her chin and gently raised her head. She looked up at him with beautiful brown eyes. “What exactly is it you’ve come here to do, Lila?” he asked, looking down at her.

She swallowed. “To pleasure you...sir,” she murmured softly.

“Is that so? You think you can do a good job?”

“Yes,” she replied, a little more firmly. He raised an eyebrow. She looked down again.

Scott looked over at Haley. “So, Haley, do you think she can do it?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“All right, prove it. Get on your knees, Lila. Get your tits out,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she replied immediately, dropping to her knees and pushing the straps off her shoulders.

This was not how he envisioned his first meeting with a new roommate going but, well…

It was pretty cool.

She pulled her dress down and her big, pale tits tumbled out and holy fucking shit they were hot. They were hot! Big, perky, round triple-ds with such sexy pink nipples and a dusting of freckles. The way they bounced and settled as she pulled her dress down…

He felt a thrill of lust shiver through him.

Scott stepped a little closer to her. “You know what to do.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, reaching out and beginning to undo his pants. She undid his belt, go this button undone, unzipped his zipper. He was already hard by the time she pulled his boxers down. She wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock. “You’re really big.”

“Stop talking and get to work,” he replied.

She nodded and began to lick slowly across the head. It was hard not to groan. In a way, that was kind of the downside to his role in this particular sex game. He didn’t really like maintaining the kind of disinterested distance, didn’t like pretending that she wasn’t doing a great job pleasuring his dick. Right away he could tell she was good at this stuff, especially when she stopped licking all over his cock and slowly slipped it in between her red, red lips. She took it all the way inside, to the back of her throat, then deeper, and then she swallowed.

Oh fuck how good that felt.

“You might have brought me a good one,” he murmured, looking up at Haley. She smiled. Lila swallowed again and then began bobbing her head. He looked over at the other two ladies in his life. Rayne and Jocelyn stood behind the couch, watching him intently. Jocelyn was smirking and Rayne looked really turned on. No doubt she was catching something of a sexual contact high from this, being a succubus.

And the fact that they were all watching was making the whole thing better.

Twice now they’d invited someone else into bed with them, and, by extension, Scott. He’d had a one-night stand with a tall, redheaded werewolf chick named Lucy who had blown through town two months ago. She was an old friend of Rayne’s, a rowdy, rough woman with a somewhat crazy demeanor who fucked like demon, especially in her werewolf form. She’d been nearly seven feet tall as a werewolf and had fucked him nearly into a coma. It had been very satisfying. The other woman was another elf who lived in town, an outgoing, bubbly, tall and slim brunette named Piper. He’d made love with her five times now. Sometimes she came over, looking for sex. She was a friend of Jocelyn’s who shared a love of music.

They’d gotten on very well, and she could fuck pretty good.

“Make me come, Lila,” he said, though he was pretty close to it. Goddamn could this girl suck dick. What was she? Not a vampire, he hadn’t seen any fangs. Maybe a werewolf? Not an elf, no ears or glowing golden eyes. A siren? Succubus? He didn’t think she was a succubus. He wasn’t sure how he could tell, but he’d spent enough time around Rayne that he thought he could. Obviously she was no Valkyrie.

Either way, she could suck some serious dick.

He watched her lips slipping up and down his cock, coating it in her saliva, her eyes closed. Her mouth was so hot and wet, such a wonderful pocket of pleasure. He found himself thinking about what it was going to be like to tie her to the bed and fucking just pound the shit out of her pussy, what she’d look like naked and staring up at him, taking his cock…

He groaned as he started coming in her mouth.

Scott put his hand on the back of her head. “That’s right, suck it out. Swallow it, you little slut,” he said, and she moaned as she kept sucking.

The pleasure blasted through his body, hitting him in waves, as he came into the mouth of a woman, a sexy woman, he had just met.

Even after six months with these three sex-obsessed paranormals, this was still pretty unreal and just fucking awesome.

Scott let go of her head as he finished coming in her mouth.

“Did I do good?” she asked after taking his cock from her mouth.

“Put it back and go wash your mouth out,” he replied.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, immediately putting his cock back and fixing his pants.

He looked at Haley. “Show her where, then take her down to the bed.”

“Yes, sir,” Haley replied immediately.

Lila rose to her feet and let Haley lead her deeper into the house, towards the basement. When they were gone, he looked over at Rayne and Jocelyn.

“So...how was that? Too much?” he asked.

“No! It was perfect,” Rayne replied immediately. “That was exactly what that submissive little slut wanted. Trust me, she just got a very good first impression of you. She really likes you.”

“She’s never met me. I mean, besides just now.”

“We told her a lot about you,” Jocelyn said. “Showed her pics, a few of those videos we took of us fucking.”

“Oh, so you’ll show her fucking everything about me, but won’t tell me a goddamned thing about her,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

“Hey, she’s taking the bigger risk here, I think it’s only fair. Plus, come on, one look at her and we could tell, there’s no way you aren’t going to be into her,” Rayne replied.

He sighed. “Fine.”

“Do you like her?” Jocelyn asked.

“I mean, so far, yeah.”

“She’s sweet,” Rayne said. “She’s friendly, relaxed, laid back. I think we’ll all get along great. Provided this sex session goes well, I think she’ll probably move in.”

“Well, let’s do it, then. Because I’m still horny,” he said.

Rayne snorted. “When are you not?”

“Says the succubus.”

“I didn’t say it was a problem,” she murmured, smirking.

“Come on,” he said.

They began to head downstairs. It was tough not to hurry, because he really wanted to dive into that pussy of hers.

“What kind of paranormal is she?” he asked.

“Oh, right. A witch,” Rayne replied.

“Cool.”

“What are you gonna do to her?” Jocelyn murmured.

“You’ll see,” he replied, heading down the stairs.

“You’re getting better at this,” Rayne said.

“Apparently.”

They walked downstairs and found Haley and Lila standing at the foot of the bed. Lila was already completely naked. He looked her up and down as he walked slowly over her. She had a smooth, pale body, with a nice bit of padding on her hips and thighs, and a small, well-trimmed bush of teal hair. Was it naturally that color? Or did she dye her pubes, too? Either way, it was a nice color that worked pretty well on her.

She was looking down again, her arms at her sides. She still had her choker collar on, but otherwise there was nothing on her wonderful body.

Scott came to stand in front of her, studying her.

“Turn around,” he said.

She did as she was told. She had a really hot ass, with a nice, firm curve to it. He reached out and settled his hands on her hips, ran them back around to her ass, gave it a squeeze. Then he slipped his hands up and around, cupping her breasts and groping them.

“You’re going to be a good fucktoy, aren’t you?” he asked, speaking quietly in her ear.

She shuddered intensely. “Yes.”

He squeezed her tits a bit more tightly. “What was that?”

She groaned softly. “Yes, sir.”

“Get on the bed, now.”

“Yes, sir.”

She climbed onto the bed as he let go of her. “On your back,” he said. Lila laid down on her back. He looked at Haley. “You know what to do.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied promptly, and began the process of attaching the bindings to Lila’s ankles and wrists. One of Haley’s favorite things to do was to get tightly strapped down to the bed so that she couldn’t move at all and have him fuck the living shit out of her.

Scott stripped and climbed onto the bed with her. He looked down at her and reached out. He slowly ran his hand over Lila’s breast, then settled it on her slim neck, where he gently grasped it. “What’s your safe word, you little slut?” he asked.

She swallowed. “Pineapple.”

“Good.”

He gave her neck another squeeze and then got in between her spread open legs. He ran his fingertips along her thighs and she groaned and shivered. Haley was finishing with her final binding now. Scott studied Lila. She really was a very beautiful woman, she had that kind of natural beauty that some people were lucky enough to be born with. Although as a paranormal, that wasn’t luck anymore, it was just common. Witches were naturally very attractive, and they had a lot of ways of accentuating that beauty.

She laid with her legs spread open, ankles tied to the bedpost, her arms spread wide, hands pointed towards the top posts, each post with a tight black strap coming from it, adjusted for her height. He could see her tensing, testing the bonds. She could barely move at all. Her breasts were swaying as her chest rose and fell a little more rapidly now. She was excited, her pale face flushed slightly, her eyes a little wider.

He slapped one of her thighs and she gave a little cry, one he’d heard from Haley many, many times now. The cry of surprise, pain, and delight. He slapped her other thigh and she jerked and cried out again. He was already hard as rock and throbbing in anticipation again at the sight of this beautiful naked witch. He was going to fuck her brains out, but she seemed to be enjoying the teasing, so he kept it going for a bit longer.

Scott slipped a finger into her and she moaned and writhed, pulling against her bonds. God, she was so fucking wet and tight inside. Fucking her was going to feel incredible.

“Are you ready to get used like the slut you are?” he asked, shoving his finger deeper into her.

“Ah! Yes, sir!” she moaned.

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” he replied. “Maybe I should just fuck Haley, instead.”

“No, please!” she replied immediately. “Please fuck me!”

“Hmm.” He pulled his finger out and brought it up to her face. She opened her mouth. He stuck it in and she began sucking on it. “How badly do you want it?”

So bad,” she replied immediately.

He had to admit, this was an utterly surreal experience. Scott had never thought that he would meet a woman, let alone a seriously hot paranormal, and have her literally begging him to fuck her within twenty minutes.

He pulled his hand back.

“Do you need it?” he asked, getting closer to her now and rubbing his cock against her pussy. He could feel her heat and wetness.

“Yes!” she cried. “I need it!

He responded by slipping into her. Lila let out a long cry of pleasure as he penetrated her, pushing his cock all the way into her pussy. Good fucking lord did she have a tight pussy, and it was so fucking slick! It felt absolutely incredible to slide right in there, and once he was comfortably inside of her, he started fucking her good and hard. The bed started to rock and soon he had the headboard banging against the wall.

That was something that Haley had specifically wanted, and Jocelyn and Rayne had been okay with it. He had thought it a little odd, but he had to admit, there was a certain extra satisfaction to it, in a weird sort of way.

OH, MASTER YES!” Lila screamed.

“You like that, you little slut?” he asked, and slapped her across the face.

She let out a loud cry. “Yes!”

“Louder!” he snapped and slapped her again harder.

Yes!

“Louder, bitch!” He slapped her with the other hand as he kept drilling her pussy.

YES! I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

His dick felt like it was being absolutely bombarded by total hot bliss, covered and coated in nothing but pure pleasure. He spent a few minutes just enjoying her pussy, reveling in the feel of it sleeved tight around his cock, bathing it in total ecstasy, pushing him towards an orgasm. He was going to bust such a huge load inside of her pussy.

But not yet. There was something he wanted to do, and something he had an idea that she wanted him to do.

“All right, you little bitch,” he said as he wrapped his hands around her neck.

She gasped and stiffened. “Please...” she moaned.

“Shut up,” he replied, and began to squeeze.

She started to twist and moan as he choked her. Her body tensed and writhed in the same way that Haley’s always did when he did this to her. Personally, he didn’t really understand the appeal of being choked, but on the other hand, he also didn’t understand the appeal of choking, and yet he liked doing it a lot. Almost within twenty seconds of him laying his hands on her throat, he had this tight little witch coming all over his dick, letting out choked, gagging screams. After a bit longer, he let go and she began yelling her head off.

OH YES IT’S SO GOOD OH FUCK!” she cried, incoherent with pleasure.

He kept fucking her brains out, feeling her vaginal muscles fluttering and clenching around his cock, and that was too much for him, he triggered and immediately began spraying her insides down with his seed. He let out a loud groan as he started to come inside of her and their voices joined together in mutual ecstasy as they shared a united orgasm. The pleasure blasted through him as he came deep and hard inside of her, filling up her paranormal pussy. The fact that she was crazy hot and a woman he’d never fucked before only made the orgasm that much better.

It lasted for what felt like a long time, and then they were left panting together, sweaty and nude and shuddering in post-orgasm bliss.

Scott knew he couldn’t linger, though. He made himself get up and began the process of slowly undoing her bonds. Neither of them spoke as he freed her, though she did smile up at him. Once he had her freed, he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. She laid against his chest, pressing her head against it. Scott carefully maneuvered into the shower, turned it on and, once the water was a good hot temperature, stepped into the stream. She let out a satisfied sound as the water began to cascade down onto her.

“How are you?” he asked after a bit.

“I’m very happy,” she murmured. She shifted slightly. “I can stand now.”

He gently released her as she put her feet down, and as soon as she was standing, she immediately wrapped him in a hug. He hugged her back, holding her to him.

“So...I’m Lila,” she murmured.

“My name is Scott,” he replied, rubbing her back. “It’s very good to meet you.”

She laughed softly. “Yes, it is. I have to say, your domination game is good, but your aftercare game is fucking on point.”

“Haley’s given me a lot of opportunity for practice,” he replied. “Turn around. I’ll massage your shoulders.”

“Oh yes,” she said immediately, disengaging from him and turning around. He began to massage her shoulders and she let out an appreciative groan.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but you are so beautiful, Lila.”

“Thank you! You’re very handsome yourself,” she replied.

“So, if I understand everything right, you want to live with us?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“And you want to be, uh...you’re looking for...”

She laughed softly. “I’m looking to be used like a living fucktoy by all four of you, especially by you.”

“Oh, wow...awesome. And that was basically a test run?”

“Yes. And based on that, if you all will have me, I’d love to live here. That was really all I needed. And fuck did I ever need that.”

“Then welcome to your new home,” he said, and continued to massage her shoulders.

Yeah, this was going to be awesome.

An Experiment & Canceling Quickies

Have you ever come to the sudden realization that you’re doing something simply because that’s the way you’ve always done it? And there’s no real reason not to change it? And, in fact, there might be a few good reasons to change it?

I think that’s where I’m at right now with my collections.

When I got started, way back in 2014, I tried to be experimental and try new things, but I had a kind of clear goal with my collections. At one point, they were an experiment to me: write six episodes, collect them in trilogies, then collect two trilogies into a Season. And it worked. Like REALLY well. Back then, those Complete Seasons were what paid my fucking bills for the most part.

So I think that, combined with the uncertainty of how Amazon felt about putting something in the KU twice (once as a stand-alone title and again in a collection) really locked doing it just like that into my head. It wasn’t until recently that I even had the notion that I should probably be unlocking that bonus content I generated for the collections.

But it kind of just hit me today, for some reason, that I should stop doing this. Tons of people are releasing their Complete Trilogies and Complete Series in the Kindle Unlimited alongside their stand-alone titles.

So that’s what I’m going to do as an experiment. For now, I’ve made the first titles in Hellcats & Desire free, and I want to see how that does. But for the rest of my titles, I’ll be slowly working them into the Kindle Unlimited.

This will include the bonus content short stories.

Which is why I am going to cancel the Quickies. Since the beginning, even when I was excited about the idea of Quickies, something has felt off about them. Kind of…I don’t know, sloppy, I guess? Asymmetrical, unbalanced, uncertain. Just off. Although I’ve generated a fair amount of new content, it just hasn’t been feeling right. It’s been kind of fun writing for old stuff, but it’s also be unusually taxing. I’m terrible at writing short stories, to be honest. I don’t enjoy them and they slow me down way more than you’d think they would, and almost no one seems to be buying them. Not that I blame people.

So this is what I’m going to do. With the exception of Hellcats & Desire, given I can’t enroll them in the KU since they’re on other sites and part of the First Title Free experiment, I will take down the Quickies and integrate any bonus content into the Complete Trilogy and Complete Series and put them in the KU once they are updated. I’ll also probably drop at least some of them to 99 cents to help with visibility.

What does this mean for the immediate future? Well, since I’m putting a halt on Quickies, I’ll dive right into Haven - Epilogue.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (October 2020)

I’m going to try and make the Newsletters a little more organized and structured. Hopefully this is a bit more visually appealing and maybe helps me clean up my sometimes meandering way of giving information.


IMPORTANT CHANGES FOR THE NEAR FUTURE

Since people tend to want to know the most important stuff first, I’m just going to put this right here, right now.

I'm making some changes to my overall plan. Yes, again. Something I’ve learned is that not only is having a writing career a litany of constant reevaluation and consideration, but also of evolution and experimentation.

But don’t worry, my biggest plans remain intact for the moment. Although certain events beyond my control may force my hand in ways I’ll explain below.

  • THE THINGS THAT ARE NOT CHANGING: Still going to finish the Haven Series pronto. Ideally before November arrives. I’m also going to for sure get Like A Fine Wine 3 and Like A Fine Wine Collection 1 out following that. And Quickies #5 & #6 will be released somewhere in there as well.

  • A RETURN TO SERIAL FICTION: This is probably the largest change. I’ve been thinking long and hard about this, as not only the urge to write serial fiction, but the practical benefits of it keep coming back to me. I set some time aside and really considered it in September. I asked myself: Why did Crystal Candy fail? Two reasons. The first and foremost was that words written as Crystal Candy were worth approximately 1/3 as words written as Misty Vixen, as I mentioned in a previous update. But I could fix that if I released serial fiction content as Misty Vixen. The second reason was how much time/energy it was taking up. But since June I have been working on A Warm Place alongside my other projects, and with a few exceptions, I’ve settled into a steady rhythm of putting decent working into two projects almost every day. So I can see putting in enough work on serial fiction to put out about one episode per week. This would also deal with the burnout problem, allowing me to start several different serial series (I would work on them in blocks of 4 essentially, pause them on Episode 4 or 8 or 12 whenever I need a break). It would give me much more freedom to work on new projects I’ve been itching to write (that fantasy caveman story? Sci-Fi/Horror? That Eyes in the Dark series? I’ve got a lot of ideas I’d love to get started on). It would also give me a chance to write some projects that don’t quite work as a series of novels, but would be perfect for a serial. For example: Fans of Haven, remember that journal David found of the man sent across the countryside to activate a series of radio towers? I’ve really wanted to write a series in the Post-Apocalyptic Universe with a similar premise, but I didn’t feel there was enough there to warrant novels. As a serial, it would be perfect, however. At the moment, I’m still toying with this idea, and I haven’t ultimately decided if I’m going to do it. But I’m leaning towards yes at the moment. For now, I have to work on other projects.

  • A WEBSITE STORE: So here’s some advice I once received as someone who makes my money by being hosted by another, larger site: send your fans to a website you control as much as possible as soon as possible. The reason for this is because you never know when that big site might arbitrarily decide to fuck you over. Like Amazon almost did to me in 2018, and has done in a few other ways since then. I’ve been pondering how to sell stuff through my website, directly to fans, with as few middlemen as possible, for awhile now. I began seriously considering it in 2018, when they started fucking me over, but for awhile, I couldn’t come up with an idea of what to sell. Not putting my works in the Kindle Unlimited, which demands exclusivity, cuts MAJORLY into the earning power of anything. However, I finally have an idea: incest fiction. I basically can’t sell it anywhere else. Technically Smashwords accepts it, as well as a few other places, I think, but really it’s hard as hell to sell anywhere. However, I have a lot of ideas for incest stories, and judging by the reaction I’ve gotten, at least some of my fans want to read it. So yeah. Also, in the future, I could see taking some time and maybe writing some website-exclusive shorts. So this is something I’ll want to seriously start exploring in 2021.

Those are the big changes. Hopefully they made you happy. If you’ve read this far, at least read the next thing, it’s also important.


RECYCLING COVER ART

I wanted to address this here and now, front and center, so that people don’t think I’m trying to pull a fast one on them.

I have been updating some of my covers that I gave ‘real’ backgrounds (i.e. actual photographs, not drawn backgrounds), because essentially I didn’t/don’t have the time/money to get a full character+background or because other circumstances forced my hand in the past or are doing so now.

There are three primary things that motivated this that I will talk about below.

  • COVERS ARE COSTLY. Even a great deal can be somewhat pricey. My Patreon definitely helps, as do any other donations and the occasional sale I get through Smashwords. And although I’ve been doing decently for a writer, I wouldn’t call myself rich. Plus, I have to be honest, I’m just not great with money. Never have been. I’ve gotten better, but still not great. Combine that with the fact that I have had to get new covers made for my ENTIRE library TWICE and I have spent literally thousands and thousands of dollars on cover art. Not even joking or exaggerating.

  • COVERS TAKE TIME. Even a quick cover artist can take weeks to get a project done. Besides the fact that it’s a whole character and whole background, they have other projects and their own life. I write fast, because that’s the tempo that Amazon and other people who have ghost writer farms to pump out fucking 500-page novels every week dictate. I can’t really afford to wait and sit on a novel for weeks or months. This doesn’t come up often, but it has come up enough (more recently) that I’ve had to make a call.

  • UNFORSEEN CIRCUMSTANCES. I’ve worked with a few different artists since going looking for some, and all of them have run into problems that mean they may be out of contact for weeks or even months, or maybe be unable to work. I’m understanding, but as I’ve said, this has forced my hand a few different times. Especially recently. This is actually another reason I want to return to serial fiction. If it comes down to it, and I can’t launch because I don’t have a cover (and don’t kid yourself, launching with a shit cover is novel suicide), I’ll have a Plan B.

I hope this clears things up.

Here is a list of titles that now have or will have recycled backgrounds or otherwise reused assets.

  • ANY COLLECTION (Any Complete Trilogy, Complete Series, or ? - ? Collected collection 100% reuses assets to save on time/money. I figured this would be obvious but just in case it wasn’t I’m pointing it out now.)

  • DEMONESS - FUN IN THE FOREST (Background is reused.)

  • DEMONESS - THE FORMER PRINCESS (Background is reused.)

  • DEMONESS - FAREWELL FOR NOW (Background and model are reused.)

  • ALL OF PARASEXUAL (When it was originally conceived, Parasexual was sort of a quick & dirty series. Both to save time/money and also to get the projects out faster, I only had characters drawn. However, I have since decided that they’d look better with full cover art, and there were enough quality backgrounds created that it would work.)

  • THE SEX & SURVIVAL TRILOGY. Kind of the same thing happening here. Originally, I was going to have characters and backgrounds created, but the situation changed and I really just want it done and over with. So I’m in the process of getting the final two characters drawn, and I already have other backgrounds ready to go.

  • THE VALKYRIES TRILOGY. Same situation as above essentially.

  • QUICKIES. This much should be obvious.

  • MISTY VIXEN COLLECTED. Yeah, I wasn’t spending like 100$+ on a paperback that probably 5 people are gonna buy ever.

I think that’s everything. I hope everyone understands. And because of that I hope people will understand when I say that HAVEN 8 + HAVEN - EPILOGUE WILL HAVE REUSED ASSETS. Without getting into details, the artist has become very busy and as it is, they’re having a hard time even finding time to do Like A Fine Wine covers, and I don’t want to just switch to another cover artist in the middle of a series, and I don’t have enough assets for Like A Fine Wine to recycle for future covers. I made the call to not ask for new Haven covers to try and get a jump on Like A Fine Wine covers. Although I’m not sure how this is going to play out. Although I have the cover for Like A Fine Wine 3, and enough assets for the first Collection, I’m not sure if I might outpace the cover artist for the series in the near future. It also isn’t necessarily feasible to just keep writing the novels in the hopes that the covers will catch up, because I NEED to publish what I write pretty much as soon as it’s done (with a few rare exceptions). Gaps in publishing are very bad, the algorithm punishes me for this. This is another reason a return to serial fiction is enticing.

Hopefully this covers everything related to this. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in a comment or an e-mail.


SEPTEMBER WRAPUP

Like A Fine Wine 2 is out!

Quickies #4 is also out!

I also finally got around to putting together a full, hyperlinked Chronological Bibliography page. This page lays out every single title I have ever written for my four Shared Universes. All the novels, novellas, and short stories. The short stories are the ones I imagine escape people the most given how all over the place I’ve been about them. I wanted one, single, absolute, centralized page to give fans a very straightforward and clear-cut picture of not only every title, and not only where they can be found, but what order it’s all best read in. Although if anyone has any questions or requires further clarification, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be glad to help. At the moment not all of the links have been created because some of them don’t exist yet, basically the Quickies I have yet to write.


BACKGROUND UPDATES

I had another ‘go through and re-update all my titles’ spree because enough little things had accumulated.

  • Perhaps the most important thing I did was make sure that all the stories that have been covered by my Quickies releases have been updated with information and links to reflect this. So for example the Complete Series and Complete Trilogy packs have a notice at the beginning that if you don’t want to repurchase the entire trilogy just for the bonus content, you can instead just go buy the Quickies instead. Also the end of a series or the back of stand-alone titles now reference follow-up shorts that have since been written (provided they are out, still a few to go.)

  • When I went through and created the customized titling to be inserted into the actual Kindle files for all of my titles, I for some reason did not also do the same thing with my author name. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me then, but it has now. So that’s probably the biggest, most obvious change.

  • Social media links. I have now inserted links to my website, twitter, and given my e-mail address at the beginning of every title. The reason for this is pretty much what I said above: I need to send fans to an area that I control as much as possible.

  • Although some jerk person left a rather rude 1-star review, I did get a new piece of knowledge out of it: I’m apparently fond of the phrase ‘per se’, which is latin. And I seem to have been misspelling it the entire time. After learning that, I went through and fixed all examples of it across all 50+ titles.

  • I also found out that some of my paperbacks have an extra page near the back that just says ABOUT ME and then is blank right before the real About Me page. No idea why this was. All the Haven novels had it and some others did as well. I fixed all the instances I found, but I didn’t check them ALL.


WRAP UP AND THE NEAR FUTURE

Okay, so that’s about it. Now I’ll just cover what’s happening in October, or at least what I hope will happen.

  • I’m hard at work on Haven 8. I intend to have it out within the next week.

  • I will then write half of Quickies #5, and then write and publish Haven - Epilogue as quickly as possible.

  • I will then finish and publish Quickies #5, then write and publish Haven Collection #3, and with that the Haven series will be completed in its entirety. (Well, technically there will be ONE more bonus short story in Quickies #6.)

  • Over the course of the rest of the year, I will be making the first title in every series, (except for Like A Fine Wine) free. This is an experiment I’m doing to see if it will help get my books to more people. As of right now, HELLCATS & DEISRE are free!

So, four things I will attempt to publish in October, all while also working on A Warm Place. It’s going quite well, actually, I’m at about 65,000 words, or roughly the length of an average Haven novel, and there’s still several more big scenes to write. If I keep up the pace, I should have it wrapped by the end of October as well. I have to admit, it’s going to be hard not to publish it. But I may end up changing my mind and launching A Warm Place if things go wrong with Like A Fine Wine. I’m not sure, we’ll see. I am also going to likely begin work on my first serial fiction, provided my ultimate decision, (which will come soon), is yes. If it is, I already know which one I’m going to work on: Eyes in the Dark. I really want to write a modern day apocalypse horror. Not a post-apocalyptic story, but a story where the apocalypse is presently happening.

And that’s it for this Newsletter. Let me know what you think in the comments!

Haven 8 Preview

I’ve been hard at work on Haven 8 and it’s coming out fairly smoothly I feel. At present, it’s about halfway finished and I’m hoping for an early October release.

Here is the first chapter.

If you want to read the first two chapters, you can do so here on my Patreon if you are a 1$/month Patron.


He was having a nightmare of some kind, and his head was a throb of pain that renewed itself with an electric shock of agony every few seconds or so.

David had an impression of people screaming, fires burning, ashes and embers and smoke spraying into the hot night air.

He caught ghost images of muzzle flare and then someone’s head snapped back in a spray of blood as the life was blown out of them.

He heard someone screaming his name.

Gunfire, so much gunfire.

Then darkness.

There were more nightmares, and more confusion.

An incoherent miasma of pain, shot through with anxiety and fear.

In his head, he saw Cait, and Ellie, and Evie, and April. He saw many others. Sometimes hurt. Sometimes captured.

Sometimes dead.

He couldn’t tell what was real and what was nightmare.

He drifted for what might have been hours or weeks.

Darkness came, again and again.

“Cait!”

David sat bolt upright, grimacing in pain as he moved and immediately began to survey the area around him. He had no idea where he was and yet...it was familiar. Somehow. Inside. He was inside a building. His abused mind hunted fervently for details, but mostly just to see Cait. Cait’s beautiful, pale, smiling face.

He sought her reassuring presence, the way he did when he was having nightmares some nights and he would wake up from them and she would be there, or someone would be there to comfort him, to hold him, kiss him, tell him he was safe, make love with him until they both had come and then were pulled back down into sleep.

“David.”

Someone was here. Someone familiar.

He heard footfalls behind him and twisted around, staggering to his feet.

“David, no, don’t try to stand-” Evie said.

Too late. He cried out as he collapsed into a heap on whatever he’d been laying atop. It felt like a nest of blankets and pillows. His whole body ached, but mostly his head hurt. He winced, getting to his hands and knees.

“David, please,” Evie said as she crouched beside him. “You need to drink this.”

“Cait? Where’s Cait? Where’s April?” he asked, panting, gasping almost.

Drink this, David,” Evie insisted, a bottle of lukewarm water being held up in front of him. He took it because he wanted to know the answers to his questions, but also because he suddenly felt like he was dying of thirst. Hunger, too. And he had to piss terribly. He rearranged himself in a sitting position, then downed the entire bottle of water.

“Where?” he demanded after he’d finished.

“I think they were taken, I can’t know for sure,” Evie replied, sounding as worried as he felt. He looked at her. She looked pale and messy and miserable.

“What happened?” he asked, his head spinning.

He remembered...finishing preliminary work on the new settlement. Celebrating. Then...someone shouting his name outside.

And then…

“We were attacked. By the Marauders. A lot of them. David, look at me...it’s been two days,” Evie said carefully.

He blinked several times. “What?” he managed.

“You’ve been unconscious for two days.”

He blinked several more times. Then he looked around. “Where are we?”

She sighed heavily. “Right back where we started,” she said. “You remember that cabin we first went to after the fire? Before there was anyone else, and it was just you and me? This is where we first made love. Right here in this spot, actually,” she added, looking down.

That was why it was familiar, he realized.

Yes, this was it. The cabin they’d run to in the night, the basement. As he stared at the nest of blankets and pillows he’d been laying on, he remembered. Last month, he and Evie had walked here, decided to use the place as an emergency outpost, just in case. They’d set up a new ‘nest’ as it were, and christened it by fucking.

“Who else is here?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It’s just you and me.”

He groaned, his head still aching. “I need some painkillers,” he muttered. “And to take a piss.” He slowly got up. Evie helped him.

“I’ll get you some painkillers,” she said.

He took a moment to get his bearings, his head still spinning in more than one way. The Marauders had attacked them? Yes, he remembered now. He’d stepped out and gotten smashed in the head right away. God, two days? So much must have happened.

“What about the others?” he muttered.

“I don’t know most of it,” Evie admitted as she came back with a trio of painkillers and another bottle of water in hand.

“Thanks...uh, give me a minute,” he said.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a leak...is it safe?” he asked.

“Yeah, for now. I was just up there taking a look. You want me to come with you?” she asked.

“No, I need a minute.” He hesitated, then he swallowed the three pills and walked over to her. He gave her a hug and a kiss. “Thank you for saving my life. I love you so much, Evie.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, hugging him tight. “I’m so glad you’re awake. I was so fucking scared.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t wake up sooner,” he said.

She laughed softly. “Me too. But you’re awake, that’s what matters.” As he pulled back from the hug, she gave him a stern look. “Don’t pick at your head wound. I managed to stitch it. Just a few and they’re holding, but don’t fuck with them, okay?”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I’ll be right back.”

He went up the stairs as quickly but as stealthily as possible, the urge to piss overwhelming now. He made his way through the darkness, the only light coming from a collection of candles she had lit downstairs. As he went around to the next set of stairs that would take him to the surface, he was bathed in almost total darkness. He saw no sunlight filtering in through beneath the crack. Which meant it must be night right now.

His head still going this way and that, David focused on the door ahead of him and the task of taking a leak. He had to get grounded. He could feel the immensity of what lay before him, something so vast he couldn’t comfortably comprehend it, like looking out at an ocean that you needed to sail across. It would be a long, difficult journey. But before he could even begin to take it, he needed to come back to reality.

David opened the door. It creaked and he winced, but in the faint moonlight filtering into the top portion of the cabin, he saw nothing stirring. He walked slowly around it, keeping his movements cautious and careful, and peered out each window in turn. He saw nothing out there but moonlit trees. No movement. Somewhere in the far distance, he thought he could hear gunfire of some sort, but it might be his imagination. Besides that, just the call of the occasional owl, and a wolf howling somewhere.

Jesus fucking hell, what a nightmare.

He opened the back door and, after looking around once more, his eyes already adjusting well to the near darkness, he pissed. It was a long, long piss and he hadn’t felt something so physically relieving in what seemed like a long time.

Two days.

Shit.

Last time he’d been out that long was when he’d been bit by a viper.

He had to have pissed himself at some point, or maybe Evie had gotten him to piss into a bucket or something. He had extremely vague, incoherent memories of laying in that bedding and her talking to him.

Fuck, two days.

He finished up and then drank most of the second bottle of water. What was left, he poured on his face, helping him focus and wake up. He rubbed his eyes, stared out into the dark woodlands that surrounded the cabin. It seemed impossible to think that it was less than a year since he’d first come to this place with Evie, back during the beginning of last winter. For a long moment, he thought, considering the dates, the time that had passed. He couldn’t be sure, but it would be roughly seven months ago that River View had burned down.

Seven months?

It felt like seven goddamned years now.

So much had happened to him, he’d changed so much.

David shook his head, then regretted it, mildly. It hurt, but it helped him focus. Focus, that was the key here.

Because he had things to do. So many things.

Turning around, feeling his brain and his body beginning to fully come back online as he started sorting out what lay of him, he headed back downstairs. He found Evie sitting in the only chair large enough for her.

“Okay honey, tell me exactly what’s been happening? Starting with when I got knocked out,” he said as he pulled a seat up next to her and sat down.

She nodded. “Honestly, it was really crazy. There was an attack on the new settlement. I did some fighting, we all did. But it became clear to me that they were outnumbering us, and I saw you. You were passed out. Everything was just chaos and I just...I grabbed you. And ran. I barely even remember doing it. I just ran and ran and ran. I know that they were attacking Haven, too. I remember that. I ran until I ended up here. I don’t know why I came here. I brought you to the basement. For a little while I was so fucking scared you had died. But you were still alive. I treated your wounds and kept waiting for you to wake up...”

She took a deep breath and calmed herself, looking up and blinking several times, trying not to cry. He reached out and took her hand. She gripped his hand and squeezed tightly. “I wanted to head out, to help. There was a lot of fighting. A lot. But I couldn’t just leave you here. I stayed with you through that first night and all of the first day. You woke up a few times but you were really out of it. During the second night, Ellie showed up. She almost shot me, I didn’t think she expected to find anyone here.”

“Where’d she go?” he asked. Obviously she wasn’t here any longer.

“She was...a little feral,” Evie replied uncomfortably. “Her eyes were...I don’t know. She was scary. She had blood on her and several guns. She told me to stay put and she’d kill them all. I tried to get some information out of her, but she just told me to stay here and she ran off. I haven’t seen her since. The next day, today, well, earlier today, Akila showed up. I was out checking for signs of life, and she showed up. She came and checked on you. She was...a lot more calm and cool than Ellie was, but I guess that’s no surprise. She said...” Evie hesitated.

“Yes?” he pressed.

“She said they had Haven and the new settlement completely on lockdown. They had most of our people prisoner. She said she saw Jennifer at Haven, but she hadn’t seen Cait or April or Lara. And I asked.”

“What about Lima Company? What about the farmers? The fishers?”

She shook her head. “Nothing on them. Akila left, told me to stay here. She was going to hunt them down, that she was perfect at this.”

David sighed softly and looked at the candles. At the way the flames flickered and danced. He was silent for several long moments, processing this information, his mind finally calming, settling, clearing.

When he looked back at Evie, he felt different.

“Okay,” he said, then he let go of her hand and stood up.

“Okay what?” she asked as he marched across the room.

“I’m going to war,” he replied simply.

“How?” she asked, standing and walking a few steps towards him.

“I’ll show you.”

He moved to the far corner of the room, in a small section of space between the stairwell and the wall where some old furniture had ended up. He dragged out a few chairs, then a desk, then knelt and reached into the space that was revealed. His hand came up holding a black case. He walked with it back over to the table where they’d been sitting.

“What is this?” Evie murmured.

“Paranoia,” he replied. “Justified paranoia, apparently.” He set the case down and cracked it open. Inside was a set of black tactical armor, a pistol with a silencer, a full medical kit, a knife, and ten magazines of ammo. “I started setting up a few caches of supplies over the summer,” he said as he started taking it out and laying it all on the table. “I traded for the tactical armor with a passing trader last month. I figured in the event of some kind of emergency...of something like this, well, I needed to have a cache of stuff ready to go. I’d always intended to have more waiting, but never got around to it. I guess I should be lucky I did this,” he muttered.

“David...” Evie said, and he looked up at her. She looked worried, and anxious.

“If you’re going to try and tell me not to go out there...”

“No,” she said, and a somewhat pained smile came onto her large, beautiful face. “It would be pointless. You’re going out there. I know you. I can’t stop you. I wouldn’t want to. It’s going to be dangerous, extremely dangerous, but you’re right. We need to be out there. I hate that I’ve waited here as long as I have. Our friends, our family, our loved ones are out there right now...”

“And we’re going to help them,” David said.

“I know. But I was gonna say...” she hesitated.

“What?”

“It’s selfish.”

“Tell me anyway,” he said, wondering what she was wanting.

She sighed. “It’s so dangerous out there, way more than usual. Anything could happen. I guess...I wanted to have sex. Just in case...”

“One of us dies,” he said. She nodded. He looked back at the tactical gear, half in the case, half on the table, then at her. She was right. It was going to be dangerous. It might be the most dangerous thing he’d ever done. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s make love, then we can wage war.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

He laughed. “You’re doing me a favor as much as I’m doing you a favor. I love having sex with you, Evie.”

“I know, I just...you’re the most intimate person I’ve ever been with. It’s only been with you, and with Cait and April now, that I’ve actually felt like making love was, well, making love, and not just, you know, having sex.”

“I know how you feel,” he said. “Come here, babe.”

He stepped up to her and she dipped her head. Her height difference was something that he’d gotten used to, but it was still so obvious to him. Having a girlfriend a full foot and a half taller than you was an interesting experience. She kissed him firmly on the mouth, a long, lingering kiss with a lot of tongue. Then she pulled back and started taking her clothes off. He joined her, stripping out of what he was wearing.

He could make time for this.

Though not a whole lot of it.

He kept worrying about Cait. Was she okay? Was she safe? Was she hurt? And the others? God, so many women, so many people in his life that he cared about now, that he was worried about. He was going to kill for them.

But right now, before the storm came, he was going to enjoy this one, shining moment of peace and serenity with a woman he loved.

It wasn’t long before they were naked and embracing on the nest of blankets. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to have sex, but it didn’t need to be. Even as Evie settled onto her back and opened her legs for him, and he settled in between her tremendous thighs, he knew it wasn’t going to be anything but a quickie. They didn’t have time, and they needed their strength for what was to come. David could tell he was in shitty enough shape as it was. But he wanted this, they both did. Perhaps they needed it to help them come to terms with the war that lay ahead of them. He didn’t want to think about that.

And he didn’t, not for a little bit, as he slid into her.

“Oh, David...” she whispered as he penetrated her, sliding into that slippery goliath vagina, into her familiar depths. “Oh honey, yes...” she moaned as he began making love to her.

“Evie...” he moaned, laying against her, holding her, embracing her.

As he started to thrust into her, to bury his rock-hard length into her, everything else fell away. He listened to her moaning and panting, to the own sounds coming out of him, to the sound of their skin slapping together. His cock disappeared into her again and again, and the pleasure burned into him. Both of them were soon panting, and she held him close to her. Held his much smaller frame against her much larger body, enjoying every second of their coupling.

“I love you, David,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Evie,” he moaned, his own voice hoarse with it as well. “I love you so much. I love you, honey.”

They lost themselves in the sex. He thought of nothing for a glorious few minutes but her voluptuous, hot, smooth body and her perfect inhuman vagina and the way it felt to make love with her. The emotions he could feel radiating off of her as intensely as the heat of her body. The way she held him, the way she moved her body against his own, the passion in her voice. Everything felt far more intense than it usually did when they made love.

As such, it didn’t last long.

Both of them began to orgasm at almost the same time. They each tried to be quiet, stifling themselves and their intense cries of passion, given that anyone could be nearby. Anyone or anything could overhear them.

David lost himself in that hot release of liquid, his seed spilling out of him into her orgasming vagina. They held each other and moaned in pure sexual gratification, pure loving ecstasy. He quietly moaned her name several times, feeling nothing but absolute love for her, feeling a depth and intensity of love he once had never known and even had questioned the possibility of. But he knew now. He felt this love for her, for Cait, for April. To varying degrees, the other women in his life who regularly shared his bed.

Women who were out there now, injured or captured or fighting for their lives or…

Possibly even dead.

No, David thought as he came back to himself, forcibly brought back to reality as the orgasm fell away, leaving him panting, no, I won’t think about that.

He couldn’t, and keep his focus.

He had to assume they were all still alive, and that he could help them.

“I love you sweetheart...but the time to work has come,” he murmured.

“I understand,” she said. She patted his back once. “I love you, too.”

Then she released him. David pulled out of her, and then he began to prepare for the greatest battle he had ever fought.

He found some water that they had stashed there after getting back to his feet and went about the process of cleaning up. It would help him focus, and like the sex he had just had, it might be the last time he got to enjoy it for quite awhile. When they had initially come here, they’d stashed some food, some water, some basic quality of life supplies, some medicine. He soaped and washed and dried, then examined his body. There were a few bruises, but it seemed like the only serious problem was the injury on his head.

“Will you take a look at it for me, love?” he asked, realizing he very well couldn’t look at the top of his own head.

“Yes,” she replied, coming over. She took a moment to examine the wound, pulling a bandage she’d put in place away. He winced but held his peace. “Let me just clean it really quick, then reapply the bandage. It’s looking good. You dizzy?” she asked.

“No,” he replied. “Just a headache. Otherwise I’m fine. I’m kind of pumped, honestly.”

“Well, you’ve never had your work so cut out for you,” she murmured.

“Maybe,” he said. Then he lost some of his enthusiasm. “God, I hope Cait’s okay.”

“They seemed intent on taking prisoners, that’s what Akila told me. I’m sure she’s okay,” Evie replied as she came over with the medical supplies.

He didn’t say anything, just endured his own unhappy thoughts and the pain of her tending to his wound in silence. She might not be okay. None of them might be. Right now, all he knew for a fact was that Evie was okay.

And even that might change soon.

No. Focus. Had to keep focus.

“Done,” she said.

“Thank you.”

He walked back over to the table and began pulling on his tactical gear. It was all black. Black boxers and socks, black body armor that was lightweight enough to allow mobility, but should be enough to stop at least a few bullets. He’d been saving it for a rainy day and now it was fucking pouring. He slid it all on, settling it into place, and finished by slipping a black beanie over his head, wincing slightly at the wound.

Next, he secured the spare ammunition in some of the varied pockets. Then he slid the combat knife he’d also secured in the sheath on his thigh. After securing the medical equipment and a canteen that he filled with water, he took a moment to make sure it was all held firmly in place so he didn’t make any more noise than necessarily while moving. Cait, Evie, Akila, and Lara had all taught him several things during their time together.

He intended to put it all to good use.

“Wow,” Evie said when he finished by lacing up his boots. “You look...different.”

“Do I?” he asked.

“Yeah, you look...like a soldier. You look scary, actually. A little like how Ellie looked when I saw her,” she said uncomfortably.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going feral,” he said. “But I fully intend to wipe every last one of these motherfuckers out. They declared war on us. They attacked us. I’m sure they’ve killed some of us. I swear I saw people dying while you were carrying me out...”

She frowned, nodded. “Yeah. I saw at least two of Val’s people shot in the head, and one of our people from Haven was machine-gunned through. Just pumped full of holes...” she whispered.

“This is the kind of thing I’ve been preparing for. All summer it felt like the other shoe was gonna drop, you remember me saying that?” She nodded. “It’s dropped. I’ve been preparing for this, getting ready for it, and now it’s here. I’ve pissed away two whole days comatose. Ellie and Akila and the others are all out there fighting, and we’re going to help them. Whatever it takes, however long it takes, we’re getting our people back. Our havens, our friends, our fucking way of life. We’re getting it all back.”

“I’m with you, David,” Evie said, her voice strengthening.

He looked her up and down. She was fully dressed now, her hair pulled into a tight ponytail, a pistol in her hand.

Her expression was grim and determined.

She looked every inch the warrior he knew she could be, when the time called for it.

It had called for it.

He nodded tightly. “Let’s get out there and make them regret the day they met us.”

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (September 2020)

I was really hoping August would be better but, oh boy, stuff kept happening. I feel like I keep dodging bullets. Something happens that could be serious, but then it fades to nothing. So that’s nice. But yeah, freaking out over stuff takes up time and completely derails my focus.

That’s why Like A Fine Wine 2 isn’t done.

The biggest good news of last month is that I got Haven 7 out!

I also got half of Quickies #4 written, and as soon as I’m done with Like A Fine Wine 2, I’ll write the other half and publish it.

As for Like A Fine Wine 2. I’m almost done. It should be up this week. Sorry it took so long, I basically kept running into problems, a variety of problems, not the least of which was…I don’t want to call it writer’s block, because it wasn’t really. It was more just “I don’t fucking want to write this right now.” Suffice to say, August was just a derailing month in general, and I’m hoping September will be better.

The only other thing I want to say is that I’ve adjusted my plans. The biggest change is this: Once Like A Fine Wine 2 and Quickies #4 are out, I’m shifting focus to Haven. Like actually finishing the series. Like A Fine Wine is going to go on hold until I can get Haven 8, Haven - Epilogue, & Haven Collection #3 out and that series can be called done. I apologize but this makes more sense to me. Instead of staggering the releases any more than they already are, I should just be wrapping up Haven and then shifting focus entirely to Like A Fine Wine. So that’s at least the good news, after you get done waiting for 3, the waits should be a lot shorter, ideally.

That’s all I’ve got for now.

Like A Fine Wine 2 Preview

Here’s the first chapter of Like A Fine Wine 2!

I’m making decent progress on it, though not as much as I’d hoped to at this point. I’m pushing forward every day on it, regardless. It’s over halfway done now.

If you want to read both Chapters 1 & 2, you can if you are a 1$/month Patron over on my Patreon!


CHAPTER 01

“So what are we doing exactly?” Jack asked as Riley led him through the ship. It seemed like they were going towards the bridge.

It had been three days since the incident onboard the ship they’d mounted a rescue mission on. He’d been recovering those three days, although his recovery probably would have gone a bit speedier if he hadn’t indulged in Riley’s every whim.

Because she had a lot of them.

She’d spent the past three days making good on her promise to fuck him in every room on the ship. And so far, they’d done just that. She’d fucked him in each of the bedrooms, and then in the cargo bays, the engine room, the kitchen…

The others hadn’t been super thrilled about that.

Since they’d arrived at the planet this morning, they’d all been going through the process of shipping down all their supplies. Which basically meant shifting a bunch of crates into the planet-hopper shuttle that Riley would float down from orbit. Someone would stay behind each time they went down, so that there would be someone on the ship, and also because most of them had other things they wanted to do before they left. Sylvia wanted to make sure their medical database was backed up and she hadn’t forgotten any crucial supplies, Elizabeth wanted to make sure she hadn’t forgotten any gear, armor, or bullets, Lyra wanted to ensure that the ship was going to be fine once they all finally left it in orbit.

Finally, the second-to-last trip had come up.

Although Jack had ridden down with them to help them offload the cargo, this time, Riley insisted she be the one to stay behind, and that he stay with her. The others had groused a little, but hadn’t really fought with her about it.

They all knew what she wanted him for, and hey, this was a vacation for them all.

“We’re going to finish up what we started, Jack,” Riley replied. Her voice was so smooth and sultry. He still marveled at what a reaction she could get out of him simply by having a certain tone of voice. Out of them all, she definitely seemed the most sexual.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. We never fucked on the bridge. I was saving it for last, given how much time I spend in there, how much it means to me as a pilot,” she replied.

Her tail brushed against him, tracing up his leg and then teasing across the crotch of the shorts he was wearing, where he already had a steel erection.

He shuddered slightly as she did that. Women who had tails were just...something else. In a really, really good way.

They came to the bridge and slipped inside.

“I know I’ve been wearing you down the past few days,” she said as she guided him over to her chair. “For which I apologize.”

“I don’t believe you,” he replied.

She smirked and turned the chair around so that it faced them. “Okay, that was a lie. I’m not sorry,” she admitted. “Though I do feel bad. I managed to convince all the others to let me have you almost exclusively, given my personal goal of fucking you all over the ship. I mean, a bit easier when it came to Elizabeth and Lyra.”

“Do they actually want to fuck me?” he asked uncertainly. Elizabeth had at least told him she wanted to have sex with him, just that she was waiting for the right time. But Lyra still seemed a little cold and distant.

“Yes,” Riley replied as she took off the tanktop she was wearing. It had barely been containing her huge tits anyway. Then she pulled her own shorts off and tossed them aside, and finally dropped down to her knees before him. “They’re just shy. Don’t worry, they’ll fuck you.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m positive. Elizabeth’s a fucking slut if you’re the right guy. Trust me. And you are most certainly the right guy. She’s going to take some time, but when she does open her legs for you, Jack, she is going to fucking lay into you. You think I’ve been fucking you senseless? Just fucking wait until that tall fucking redhead starts in on you.”

“Well...good to know,” he murmured.

She laughed and began licking his cock, making him shiver and groan. Fuck she was so good with her mouth.

“Yeah,” she said, pausing occasionally to talk between licking. “Lyra likes you. She’s just a really shy woman. Don’t worry, she’ll get to you in due time.”

“I can wait,” he panted, then she really started sucking him off.

He groaned loudly, watching her work, watching this beautiful, naked alien woman suck his cock, bobbing her head, slipping her luscious lips over his head again and again. The pleasure was phenomenal.

Jack studied her through the haze of pleasure that enveloped him. He loved her red hair, and it was only further accentuated by her vividly red eyes. The two black horns that grew from either side of her forehead and her tail that ended in a spade-shaped tip only made her likeness to a succubus that much more obvious. Something she really seemed to enjoy. At seventy six, she was technically the oldest among all the mature cougars that he was sharing this ship with, but she didn’t seem like it. What had she told him?

Dysil aged slower, so in a way, she wasn’t much older than he was.

It was ironic that the oldest woman on the ship was the most immature.

“There,” she said suddenly, taking his cock from her mouth. She’d covered it in a thick film of her saliva and now she stood up, rising smoothly to her feet. “Now for the main course.”

She turned around, showing him her fantastically thick ass. Her tail, sprouting from her lower back, just above it, twitched back and forth. He watched as she reached back between her legs, gripped his cock around its base, and lined it up with herself. Then she lowered that big orange ass into his lap and he groaned as she penetrated herself with his rigid dick. The pleasure was immediate and immense, a wondrous warmth that pulsed into him. She smoothly slid his inches into her alien vagina, taking him all the way into her.

“That’s right...” she whispered, settling her hands on the armrests and gripping them tightly. She began to push herself up, then let herself back down.

Up and down again.

Her pussy was so fucking amazing.

Jack began breathing heavily as she fucked him with a slow but smooth and steady rhythm. He’d seen more than his share of porn at this point, and having sex with Riley was like living a porn. Watching her work, feeling her easy confidence as she moved herself against him, taking his cock into her again and again, slowly beginning to go faster, was like being fucked by a porn star or a professional prostitute.

It was an exceptionally pleasant experience.

“Fuck, Riley...” he groaned.

“You like that?” she murmured, and he could hear the amused cockiness in her voice.

“Of fucking course I do,” he panted. “You just...”

“Yeah?” she asked expectantly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered.

“You’re so articulate,” she said, giggling.

“Can’t help it.”

“I know.”

He settled his hands on her ass, loving the feel of it and watching it as his cock disappeared into her alien pussy again and again.

It wasn’t long before she was grunting, moaning occasionally, going harder against him. He was glad that the chair was firmly locked into place or she would already have knocked them both over by now. Riley could be quite forceful when she wanted to be. He knew that both dysil and xenians were stronger than they appeared, especially xenians. Lyra could probably out-bench him, even though she was barely over five feet and skinny.

“Shit...I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, it’s so good...”

“Don’t hold back,” she replied, continuing to fuck him. “You know I fucking love it when you fill me up.”

He tried to say something but it was lost as a surge of ecstasy hit him and he grabbed her hips, yanked her down against him while thrusting up, and starting to shoot his load into her. She groaned, holding herself in place and letting him use her to orgasm, letting him fill her up and thrust up into her with each fresh pulse of bliss that burst through him. Jack groaned loudly, panting and grunting as he came inside of her, spilling his seed into her and absolutely filling her up, just like he knew she really liked him to do.

Jack bathed in the bliss of the intensely powerful orgasm Riley had given him for as long as he could, and then when he had nothing left to give, he fell back into the seat, panting. He watched as she pulled herself up off of him and held her shorts up under herself.

“I’m going to shower,” she said, giving him that very self-satisfied grin as she looked back at him, almost like she was admiring something she’d done.

Which, in effect, was happening.

She’d certainly done him, and she’d coaxed that intense orgasm out of him.

“Be there in a minute,” he murmured.

“Take your time,” she said, and headed off.

Jack sat there in the pilot’s chair for a bit longer, watching her move down the hallway and disappear into one of the bedrooms. He simply sat there and basked in both the post-orgasmic bliss he was experiencing, but also the strange surreal sense he had of being in a dreamlike state. It was the same feeling he’d had, to varying degrees, ever since he’d learned the true nature of this job that he had basically stumbled into.

To fuck six extremely attractive, accomplished, confident cougars.

He’d already slept with half of them just on the way out there, and given the way Maureen had been looking at him over the past day or so, he had the idea that she was going to pounce on him next. And that was, he imagined, going to be a deeply satisfying experience. They all had their own personalities, their own way of being sexy.

Riley’s was just overt sexuality, almost like a caricature, like a porn star who never stopped living in her own porn set.

Sylvia was just a little sly, mostly confident, like a much more subtle version of Riley.

Elizabeth was just this towering inferno of raw sex appeal that didn’t really realize the fact that she was such a thing.

Lyra definitely had that cute, shy, nerd girl thing going on.

Anya was kind of like the casual, fun-loving woman you bumped into at a rave or a party, got to chatting, and then she offered to hook up for the night. He imagined she drifted into people’s lives as easily as she drifted back out of them.

Although some of her story didn’t entirely track with that.

And then there was Maureen. Jack had run into women like her in his life: overtly domineering women. Women of industry, of accomplishment, women who had gotten things done and were used to be listening to and obeyed. Women who had a personality somewhat like gravity: you felt it when they walked into the room.

The fact that she had been a CEO or executive for a dozen major corporations was no surprise to him. She seemed equal parts ice queen and dominatrix. Although he’d never really gone for being dominated before, and he didn’t think he would, there would be, he imagined, an intense satisfaction to fucking an ice queen.

Jack got up and began walking towards the shower Riley was currently in.

He might have been hired to act as a living fucktoy for these women, but they had also hired him to do real, actual work and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to pull that weight. He realized that it was his own room that Riley had walked into. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. She was already in the shower.

“Hey,” she said warmly as he slid the door open and stepped in.

“Hi,” he replied. Then he kissed her. “You’re so pretty.”

She laughed. “Thank you. You sound stoned.”

“I guess I am a little from being around you and getting fucked,” he replied.

She tilted her head back and let the water run through her vividly red hair. “Yes, sex will do that to you. Sex with a dysil will do that even more so.” She finished up, then suddenly stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug.

He was surprised, though not unpleasantly, by the move, and hugged her back.

“How are you doing?” she asked. “For real.”

“For real?” he replied. She nodded. “I’m...in a daze,” he said. “I’m good, mostly. You mean, like, physically? I basically feel back to one hundred percent. I’m still a little tired-”

“No, Jack,” she replied, pulling back and staring into his eyes with her bright red ones. “I mean, I’m glad you’re feeling better physically, and the lethargy will pass soon, probably by tomorrow, but I mean emotionally, mentally, where are you at?”

He considered it, looking away for a moment. Riley waited. Despite evidence to the contrary, she seemed to have a lot of patience. “I’m worried,” he admitted finally. He looked back at her. “I mean, this is all great, you’ve all been really great, and I’m looking forward to all this. But I guess there’s just a part of me that wonders if...” he hesitated, looking for the right words. He sighed. “That wonders if I’m not actually sorting anything out, out here. If I had a crisis and I’m just pretending that I’m facing it, while in reality I’m just out here playing, getting my dick sucked, pretending like I’m useful or I’m doing something meaningful.”

“You are useful, and you are doing something meaningful,” Riley said.

“I didn’t mean to imply-”

“I know you didn’t. I know you meant with regards to us, not that what we’re doing isn’t useful. But you are useful. We could have done this without you, but we chose not to. You’re helping. Not just by shifting crates, but by being nice to us. Yeah, having sex with us, but by listening to us, and respecting us. You’ve done a lot of listening since you got here. A lot of empathizing. You know how I know Lyra’s going to fuck you? Well, besides the fact that she told me she fully intended to, I’ve seen you two talking. She doesn’t do that for other people, Jack. At least not outside this little circle of people. The fact that you’ve logged even a few hours chatting with her is a big deal. And I know it may not seem like it, but Anya is actually kind of at a low point right now. I’ve heard the story she told you about her boyfriend.

“She passes it off casually, and she’s not lying, but it...affected her. Poorly. She could use some tender love and care right now. And you’re good at that.”

“Am I?” he asked.

“Yeah! You’re good at that. I know it feels like you’re still fumbling in the dark, but you’ve got all the right tools for it. You have a great talent for empathy...” she grinned, “and for pleasuring vagina. Trust me, you just need to build your confidence some more, and your experience. Which is exactly what you’ll be doing out here with us. None of us are going to turn you away, we’re not going to laugh at you. We’re all here to have a good time. I would say, try to start being a little more intentional and aware of certain things. You already have the talent, now you just need to build the skill. And you’re off to a great start.”

“I...thanks,” he murmured.

She smiled and hugged him again. “I know it seems like I don’t give a fuck about anything but getting off, but I care a lot about people. I want people to be happy. All of these people are my friends, and now you’re my friend, and I think you can make them happy. I know you can. Yeah you can pound and eat pussy pretty good, and you’re only going to get better, but you can talk to them, you can listen to them, you can hold them at night and tell them it’s going to be okay and they might even believe you. That’s...really important.”

“Yeah,” he said, hugging her back, “it is. I wish I’d had someone to do that recently.”

“Now you do,” Riley said, squeezing him against her huge tits. “It’s going to be okay, Jack. I promise. Plus, you’re going to get a lot of pussy now.”

He laughed as she released him. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Good. Now wash up. We have one final sweep of the ship to complete before they get back up here. Maureen’s eager to get to work. So is Lyra, clearly.”

“I think Maureen’s gonna jump me soon,” he said as he grabbed some soap and started washing.

“Count on it. Off the record, she’s called dibs on you next,” Riley said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. She’s gonna fucking eat you alive tonight.”

“Oh...awesome.”

Riley laughed loudly. “That is the appropriate response. Maureen is...I think a lot of people think she’d suck in bed, but she actually doesn’t. She’s great. It’s just that she doesn’t partake often. She’s a very career-motivated person, and now her career is...no longer a factor. She’s gonna fuck you so good. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”

“Me too,” Jack said.

“Come on, we gotta get to work,” Riley replied.

They finished washing, killed the shower, then dried and dressed. Though she had to go to her room to get new shorts given the mess she’d made of the old ones. While she did that, he went over his room one more time, just in case he’d missed anything, though he wasn’t sure what he might have missed, given how little he owned.

Once he was sure that everything was in his bag, he secured his holster and pistol to his hip after checking it out. Technically speaking, the planet was dangerous. Although he hadn’t seen anything as he’d offloaded crates from the shuttle, he knew that could change at any time. Maureen and Elizabeth both had warned them that they were to be armed with at least a basic sidearm and some spare ammunition at all times.

With that out of the way, he grabbed his bag and walked out, turning out the light as he went. He passed Riley, who was on the way to the bridge.

“Need to do one more check of the ship, then I’ll join you in the hangar,” she said.

“I’ll be there,” he replied, and headed on down the length of the ship.

It was strange. He’d only been here for a few days, but already the ship had felt more like home than any other place had for a long time. He knew at least some of that had to do with the fact that he was a Marine and had traveled the galaxy for four years before finally giving it up. But he now had the inkling that this feeling of home had more to do with the people he shared the ship with than the ship itself.

And that was a deeply comforting feeling, because he was leaving the ship, not the people.

The outpost they were to live in and repair would feel like home soon.

Ideally.

Jack walked into the hangar. There wasn’t much left, just a stack of metal crates and a pair of longer ones, all of which held the materials that would allow them to bring the outpost they were staying in back up to par, either that or it was survival gear meant to help them stay alive on the planet. Honestly, he was kind of looking forward to all of this. Although he didn’t really relish fighting his fellow sentients, not unless they were fucking assholes like slavers or raiders who preyed on the outer colonies or merchant ships or the like, he did relish a challenge. And all of this was going to be a bit of a challenge, from how Maureen had described it.

Besides getting his brains fucked out by Riley, he’d been studying up on the planet that would be his home. It had a diverse environment, though the place they would be calling home was essentially a dirt desert. And it came complete with some nasty creatures of its own. He was less than thrilled that there were alien animals that essentially amounted to giant fucking spiders living in some of the caves, and there were things that looked like lizard wolves that had a mean bite to them and hunted in packs. But that was the point of a challenge.

To be challenging.

He jumped slightly as he felt as much as heard the outer airlock opening. The shuttle was back. Excellent. As it cycled through the large airlock at the end of the hangar, Riley appeared. “We’re all set,” she said, carrying her own bag and smiling broadly. “We can get this show on the road.”

“Looks like we won’t have to wait,” Jack said as the inner airlock door began to open.

“Yep,” Riley agreed.

They both watched as Lyra, who was their secondary pilot, brought the shuttle in and landed it smoothly. She was clearly visible in the cockpit, and she waved them towards her. They headed forward and Jack studied the big thing as they navigated around to the back. It was a standard planet-hopper, civilian model, though obviously expensive. In short, all it was was a cockpit, a little area for personnel, and then mostly a cargo bay. But slung under the wings, attached to either side, were a pair of large cargo containers.

“What are those actually for? Why didn’t we load them up with cargo to make fewer trips?” Jack asked as he looked at them. They paused to grab a few of the last remaining crates and then began heading to the ramp.

“One of them is actually full of emergency cargo,” Riley explained as they came to the cargo ramp at the back and began to walk up it. “Extra food, water, medical stuff, emergency repair stuff. But the other one is living quarters. This shuttle is meant to be a mobile outpost.”

They secured the crates in their place, then headed back and grabbed some more.

“Whoa, really? That’s awesome...although why?” he replied.

“I don’t know for sure, but I think some of the contracts we have may necessitate it. It can’t hold all of us, up to three, I think. Four if you squeeze or one of them is Lyra. Or maybe once we finish up with the outpost and our current contracts, we’ll do other things elsewhere on the planet.”

“Oh, cool,” he said.

Before long, the two of them had finished loading the last of the crates.

They got into the little crew compartment directly behind the cockpit, which could uncomfortably seat four, and Jack took a seat.

Riley poked her head into the cockpit. “We’re set.”

“Good. Buckle up,” Lyra replied, her voice flat.

“Yes, Captain,” Riley said, and she took a seat across from Jack after closing the door to the cockpit.

“She’s really...focused,” he murmured as they buckled in.

“Yep, she sure is. She’s excellent at her job. Jobs. She’s a genius, absolutely brilliant, and can focus for fucking hours on a task. But it comes at the cost of a social life. Normally she doesn’t care, but I think it’s been getting to her more lately. But I’ve been telling her not to worry, you’ll take good care of her. Sexually and socially. And of course we have each other.”

“I really want to have a threesome with you and her,” he murmured.

She laughed. “An alien threesome, huh? That really get you going?”

“Duh.”

“I know a lot of humans who wouldn’t admit that.”

“I’m not a lot of humans,” he replied.

“Fair enough. A lot of xenians, too. You two are a cloistered, repressed bunch.” She frowned. “But now I’m starting to sound like a racist, and fuck that.”

The shuttle took off and began heading back out the way it had come in.

Jack finished settling into his seat.

It was time for the next part of this strange, wild journey he’d signed up for.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (August 2020)

Wow, so, July was kind of a wash in terms of getting shit done.

The only real good news that I can take away from last month, and it is good news, is that I’ve largely dealt with my real life problems. I was in the midst of tackling the ones already in progress, and then a completely new one cropped up, but as of now, I believe they have all been put back in their place, and I can just focus on writing! I have to admit, this is really fucking nice.

The bad news is that I didn’t finish Haven 7 or, subsequently, get any work done on Like A Fine Wine 2. Sorry about that. Believe me, I’m pissed too. I had really hoped to have more done, but sometimes life forces itself in your way and you just HAVE to deal with it.

But I’m almost done with Haven 7! It should be out within the next week.

Also, for the first time ever, EVERY single nude alternate version of my cover art is now on my website. Nothing is exclusively on Patreon. That will change very shortly with the release of Haven 7, but I thought you’d like to know. In a way, I feel like it’s a bit of a failing on my part, as the only way this could happen is if enough time lapsed between releases, which it has.

The other thing I want to discuss is the future. I had one of those revelations, although I’m hesitant to call it a revelation because it’s more of a ‘no fucking shit’ realization than anything else. It relates to something I’ve wrestled with before, and it’s kind of a ‘I need to face reality’ kind of realization.

I was looking at Like A Fine Wine a few weeks ago, and it just kind of hit me, all at once like things sometimes do, that I had just wasted its momentum and potential. I saw the numbers rising, the sales rank getting better, and then falling as the momentum it had, the interest in it, began to wane. If I had immediately gotten to work on the sequel, I could have gotten it out just as interest was beginning to peter out, which would renew interest in the series again. And then repeat until finished. This is something people have known for awhile and something I’ve wrestled with, as I get burned out.

I could be wrong, and it could just be that I’m not built this way, (I hope not), but I think I need to view writing series in order until completion the same way I had to change my view on writing what I wanted versus writing what sold last year. Making the shift in emphasis to Haven has been good. People seem happy. Which is good. But they would be happier if Haven came faster.

While one of my driving narrative devices in almost everything I write is characters building their own lives, setting their own paces, living the way they want, and that is something I do actually believe in, I also have to face the reality of the world I live in. In the world I occupy, worth and value are measured in dollars earned and productivity output. And as a writer, I’m already at a disadvantage, as there are a lot of people out there who roll their eyes at the idea of writing being ‘work’, or entertainment having any real value. Again, I know they’re wrong. Writing is work, entertainment is valuable, but I’ve noticed that a lot of people are stupid, and won’t let things like reality or facts get in the way of their beliefs.

My point is, I’ve come to the conclusion that, even if I burn out, I need to keep working harder. Because the competition isn’t going to let up. Even if the competition is cheating, they are still the competition, and that is still my reality.

Consequently, I’ve slightly revised my plans for the rest of 2020. Not by much, as I still do intend to use the rest of this year to wrap up loose ends, but I also want to lay the groundwork for the future.

Here’s an idea of what the rest of 2020 will look like.

  • As soon as Haven 7 is up, I’ll write half of Quickies #4, which encompasses the rest of my Fantasy stories.

  • From there, I’ll write Like A Fine Wine 2, publish it, then write the rest of Quickies #4 and publish that.

  • I will then write and publish Haven 8, then write half of Quickies #5, which encompasses the rest of my Science Fiction stories.

  • I will then write Like A Fine Wine 3 and publish it, then publish the first Like A Fine Wine Collection, then finish and publish Quickies #5.

  • From there I will write and publish Haven - Epilogue, as well as the third and final Haven Collection.

  • With that finished, I will write and publish Quickies #6, which will include all of my Post-Apocalyptic stories.

  • With Haven and all of the Quickies written and published, I will then turn my attention to Like A Fine Wine, writing the final three books in the series and publishing them as quickly as possible.

  • In the background of all this, I will be working on A Warm Place. As of right now, I have already written and edited most of A Warm Place - Prelude, which acts as kind of like an encapsulated story of what readers can expect from the series. It takes place a few months before the beginning of the series and can be read or ignored without a problem. It is my hope to have at least the Prelude and A Warm Place 1 written and ready to go by the time I finish all my other projects. Ideally I’ll even have A Warm Place 2 ready to go as well. Once I begin publishing A Warm Place, it will be my aim to continue writing and releasing novels in that series until it is finished. Ideally, I want to be able to release a new A Warm Place novel every 3-4 weeks. Like I was hoping to achieve back in 2018, I want to build up a few novels to give me some time to stay ahead of the series by at least one novel, so I’m not just desperately writing and releasing. It would be nice to have an actual set schedule, though I know how unrealistic that is. Even just one new novel a month would be great. Right now, I’m honestly not sure how long it will take me to get through wrapping this stuff up. Ideally, I will be able to launch A Warm Place with the new year.

  • That being said, A Warm Place is going to probably encompass most of 2021. Right now, I have 9 novels in mind, as well as the Prelude. I don’t know what will come next. I do know that I will try to squeeze some side projects in there. More Quickies, as they become necessary, some more incest to be sure, and maybe some fan fiction for fun. It would be really nice to finally get to write that. But we shall see.

Haven 7 Preview!

Here is the first chapter of Haven 7. Sorry this has taken as long as it has. It’s looking like I’ll just miss my July release date, but it should be up in early August.

If you want to read the first two chapters, you can do so on my Patreon.


“Have you thought of a name yet?” Ashley asked.

David looked over at her as they stopped momentarily among the lush foliage, coming to stand on a small hill that offered them a better look into the forest that surrounded them. She looked radiant in the golden sunshine streaming down from above, filtering through the leaf-heavy branches that swayed gently in the breeze. She wore a simple, form-fitting tanktop and a pair of cargo pants ripped off at the knees.

With a combat knife on one hip and a pistol on the other, she looked like Ellie.

Which made sense, given how close they were nowadays.

“We’re still batting that around,” David replied.

“How far along now is she?”

David thought about it. It had been about three and a half months since they had dealt with the viper threat, helping the squids, and bringing Lara over to their group. Which meant that it was just about now becoming summer, and that Cait was…

“About six, six and a half months,” he replied.

“Getting closer,” Ashley murmured.

“Yeah.”

“You scared?”

“I mean, yeah.”

She sighed. “I understand. I don’t have kids, I don’t want any, but...you know, there’s my little brother to worry about.”

Distantly, from somewhere up ahead, they heard a gunshot. It echoed over the landscape. “We should keep moving,” David said.

“Yeah.”

They resumed their journey, heading northeast. They were heading towards the quarry. The last time David had been up this far, and so far really the only time as far as he could remember, was during the incident with the stalkers. Ashley had been out exploring the night before, going solo since Ellie had pulled guard duty, and had heard a few gunshots coming from the area. She had meant to investigate, but a pack of stalkers had driven her off and it was already getting to be towards nightfall, so she’d headed home with intent to investigate the next day. And so David had agreed to go with her and check it out.

There was another reason he had agreed to go.

“Ashley...”

“Yeah?”

“Have you been avoiding me?”

She didn’t respond for a few seconds. The only sound was their boots, moving through the underbrush, and the trees swaying in the wind.

“Kinda,” she admitted finally.

“Why?”

She sighed softly. “I...don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

Another few seconds went by.

“I guess, I’m a little jealous,” she said finally.

“What? Why?”

“You and Ellie are...really close. Like really close. I mean, it didn’t bother me as much before, but we’re...kinda serious now, you know?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, he did know. In the months that had followed the viper incident, there had been some fairly successful attempts to add on to Haven. There had been some room in the front corners of the campgrounds, just enough open space for a few more structures. During the spring, they’d managed to gather enough lumber and construction material from across the region to build three buildings. One took up one of the entire areas and served as a kind of boarding house, a two-story structure that sported a dozen small bedrooms. Evie had overseen the project, working with a few people who knew about construction, and she had envisioned it as a place for people to stay overnight if they were passing through, or even for a few days.

The other area housed a pair of structures closer to traditional cabins, though smaller. Ellie and Ashley now lived in one of these buildings, having grown close enough that they felt comfortable doing so. Besides having a romantic (and highly sexual) relationship, they also had taken on a sort of apprentice-mentor relationship, as Ellie was teaching her how not just to survive but thrive. In fact, she had taken to giving lessons to anyone who wanted them in the village.

But he and Ellie had only grown closer since her return to Haven. Although she wasn’t exactly a part of the four-way relationship he shared with Cait, April, and Evie, she might as well have been. He and her and Cait were extremely close, to the point where they regularly told each other they loved each other.

He could see how that might be difficult for Ashley.

“I mean, I’m willing to listen, to work with you...” he said.

She sighed heavily. “That’s the thing! What can I do? What can I ask for? You two love each other! What do I ask? ‘Stop loving each other’? That’s completely unreasonable.”

“I’m...sorry,” he managed. In that moment, he wished he was somewhere else, because damn was this uncomfortable. But this was exactly why he had come along, because it had become obvious that something was going on with Ashley, and he had been determined to find out what. He’d figured it was something like this, but how to fix it?

“I know. Fuck, I’m sorry for feeling this way,” she muttered. “It’s stupid. I know Ellie loves me. She moved in with me. I didn’t think she’d do that for anyone. She spends time with me, helps me, goes on adventures with me, and I know what a big deal that is for her. She’s used to being a loner. I can tell this is...stressful for her, sometimes. It isn’t what she’s used to.”

“I think you might be worried about something else, Ashley,” David said.

She looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think you’re jealous of me or Cait. I mean, okay, I do, but I don’t think that’s what’s causing you so much grief. I think you’re scared that you’re going to wake up one day and find Ellie has disappeared,” he replied quietly.

She stared at him for a moment longer, then she looked away. They walked in silence again for a few moments.

“I guess you’re right,” she whispered. “I guess...I kinda latched onto the jealousy, because I am scared of that. I have nightmares about it, sometimes. And sometimes Ellie gets up before I do, and she’s so quiet, I’ll just wake up and she’s gone, and I panic...”

He stopped and she stopped with him. David stepped closer to her and opened his arms in offering. She hesitated for just a second, then hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry,” she groaned.

“It’s okay,” he replied, hugging her against him. “I know exactly how you feel, actually. I mean, I was there when she did leave last time. It was awful. I was sick to my stomach for days. And, I mean, I’m not trying to interfere-”

“I know!” she groaned, stepping away. “I know, I’m being a bitch.”

“I didn’t say that. I wasn’t trying to imply-”

“Ugh, you’re so fucking reasonable,” she growled.

“Is that...a problem?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, David, just...” She looked at him and let out a long sigh. “I guess my mom was right about me. Sometimes I just want to fight. Which is stupid.” She stepped closer to him again and put her hands on his hips. “You’re a really good friend. I want to make sure you know that. And just, you know, a good guy. I know why Ellie likes you so much. And I want you to know that I actually really like you, too.”

He chuckled. “I had a suspicion.”

“Oh really? Could it be those times I fucked you?” she asked, smirking.

“That might have tipped me off,” he replied.

They stared at each other for a moment, an electric spark of lust passing between them. She looked a lot different now. She’d grown her blonde hair out over the winter and spring, and last month she had shaved half her head, and now kept it shaved. It gave her kind of a wild and crazy appearance. She was sporting a heavy tan now and she’d bulked up a little bit. When he had first met her, she’d been pretty skinny, but now she had some muscles. Now she had a lean, cut look to her. One point, a few weeks ago, staring at her as she chopped wood outside of Haven, he had suddenly understood what people meant about him looking older.

When they met, she looked like a teenager or someone in their early twenties. Now she looked a decade older, more mature, maybe harder, rougher around the edges. The way she moved now, it reminded him a bit of Ellie and Cait.

“We should have sex,” Ashley said suddenly.

“Here?” he asked.

She opened her mouth, then another gunshot sounded, a bit closer this time. She sighed. “Okay, later,” she said, turning and resuming her walk. He hurried after her. “After we figure out what’s going on over there. Then we’ll go back to my place and fuck. We haven’t fucked in forever.”

“Not my fault,” he murmured.

She heaved a sigh. “I know!” She shook her head. “Let’s just...focus on this. They’ve gotta be in the quarry, whoever they are.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, that’s the only thing that’s in this direction, really.”

“God, I hope it’s not a bunch of assholes looking to wreck our shit.”

“Yeah...” She frowned, and he knew she was likely thinking of the same thing he was: Lima Company. Although there had been no hostility between the two groups, Stern had made it apparent that he wasn’t interested in working directly with them any longer. Especially now that his second in command had left him and joined Haven. David was very glad to have Lara around, for a number of reasons, but he wished it hadn’t been done out of frustration and anger. Not that he could blame her. Stern had gone back on his promise to help the squids, instead trying to push the responsibility solely onto David and his own group.

And it wasn’t like he minded doing it so much as he was extremely disappointed in Stern’s own dereliction of duty.

He was at least glad that his relationship with the other three groups in the territory was still going strong. He still traded regularly with the fishermen and the farmers, and the doctors were strong allies by this point. He was sure that if they had room, they could convince them to move into Haven. But that was another problem for another day.

Abruptly, the trees and the dense foliage fell back, and he and Ashley came out onto a strip of land that ended abruptly ten feet ahead of them. They carefully approached the edge and as they did, found themselves looking out over the quarry.

Immediately, David’s question was answered. Off near the other end of the quarry, where a gentle slope in the land led down into it, he spied a collection of a dozen or so tents and a large group of people moving around them.

“Well, holy shit,” Ashley muttered.

David pulled out his binoculars and took a look. “They don’t look like assholes.”

“Oh yeah? How can you tell?”

“They’ve got kids with them. They look more ragtag than anything else. Like they picked up random people from here or there. It looks...kinda peaceful. Or as peaceful as it gets.”

“The thieves were pretty ragtag.”

“Yeah, but you could tell they were all from the same group.”

“Yeah...so now what? You’re the boss.”

He lowered the binoculars and glanced at her. “Oh, so you’d actually listen to me?”

“Provided you don’t give dumbass orders,” she replied. “I think you’re doing a good job helping run Haven with Evie and Cait and the others.”

“Well thank you. Now, we carefully introduce ourselves. Try and figure out their intent. Kinda wish we had more people...actually, maybe we should run back and get more,” he said. “It’d be nice to have a sharpshooter covering us just in case.”

“Yeah, can’t argue with that logic,” Ashley murmured. As he began to turn away, Ashley grabbed his arm. “David, look.”

He turned back and his heart skipped a beat. Half a dozen large, dark figures were sailing overhead now. Hunters. He heard several people scream. At the same time, he caught a wave of movement by the treeline over on that side of the quarry. Pulling the binoculars back up, he saw what was causing it: stalkers. A few dozen of them.

“Shit, we have to help them,” he said, replacing the binoculars and hurrying off.

Ashley silently followed after him. They began sprinting along the path that ran alongside the quarry, careful to keep their distance from the edge. Fuck, what a shit way to go. After everything he’d survived, how damned awful would it be falling to his death? David kept running, keeping an eye on the situation as it developed. The people were fully aware of the monsters now, both above and on ground level, and he could see them scurrying to set up defenses. Judging from how quickly they were doing it, they seemed pretty well-prepared, although they didn’t have the most ideal of setups for something like this.

Gunfire rang out as they took shots at the hunters wheeling overhead and opened up on the stalkers sprinting down the slope into the quarry.

David and Ashley ran for all they were worth, and by the time they finally reached the other end of the quarry, his lungs and muscles were beginning to burn.

“Stay up here,” he gasped, skidding to a halt and surveying the situation again. A lot of stalkers had been put down already, but apparently all the ruckus had garnered the attention of a pack of wildcats and now they were coming down. Three of the hunters had been killed, but the other three were fast, and they were dive-bombing again and again, shrieking wildly, making grabs for the survivors trying desperately to hide and fight. “You’ve got the rifle, take down those fucking hunters, Ashley!” he snapped when she began to argue.

“Fuck, fine!” she growled, pulling out her scoped rifle and getting into position.

David brought his pistol out and started running down the slope, towards the encampment. As he got within shooting range, he screamed, “Friendly, coming in! Friendly, coming in hot!” He had no idea if they could hear him over the screaming and the gunfire, but he had to try. David got within a few dozen meters of the onrushing stalkers and wildcats, trusting Ashley to take out the hunters, or at least dissuade them from trying to murder him. He skidded to a halt and opened fire. The first two shots took a wildcat through the skull and splattered its rotting brains across the horde. It rag-dolled and rolled a few times down the incline as the life left its body in a hurry. He popped off more shots, missing two, scoring another headshot through a stalker, and pumping two rounds into another wildcat’s chest. That got their attention.

A pack of wildcats peeled off from the horde and began sprinting towards him with a terrifying speed. As he took aim, David found it easier than he would have a few months ago to steady himself. Apparently all the practice was paying off. He opened fire on the rampaging targets, the pistol jerking in his hand against the backdrop of gunfire roaring around him. The lead wildcat’s head snapped back in a spray of bone and blood and brains, and it flopped to the ground, tripping up another one of them. David snapped to the right and fired twice more, the first shot going through a neck covered in patchy, matted fur, the second turning a wide, empty black eye into a geyser of old blood. He emptied the pistol putting down the onrushing undead.

Without missing a beat, he ejected the spent magazine and slammed a fresh one in.

DAVID!” Ashley screamed distantly behind him.

He looked around, knowing something had to be about to attack him, but saw nothing. Then he looked up. No, not attack him, land on him. One of the hunters Ashley had appeared killed was falling right towards him. He dove out of the way just as five hundred pounds of dead meat smashed into the ground with a resounding crash. Picking himself up off the ground, David looked around. He saw a few more stalkers coming his way, but the numbers were finally thinning out. Overhead, only one more hunter circled, and Ashley was on it.

He kept up a steady rate of fire, punching bloody holes into the malformed bodies of the undead as they came at him, and between himself, Ashley, and the people at the encampment, they managed to put down the last of the undead.

As David reloaded again, he took a look at the camp, trying to figure out whether he needed to run or–

A bullet shrieked past him, barely missing his leg, and he cried out and dove back behind the dead hunter. “Friendly!” he screamed. “Fucking friendly!

“Val! Fuck! Stop!” a voice yelled, a woman’s voice.

Another woman’s voice, gruff, spoke up. “Who the fuck is out there?!”

“My name’s David! Will you please not shoot me!?” he called back.

“No promises! What do you want!?”

“Val! Fuck!” the first voice snapped.

David looked up, frustrated that he didn’t have anywhere to go. No doubt Ashley was covering him but there were a few dozen people over there and this was a pretty open space. He probably hadn’t seriously thought this out. Then again, that was the problem with wanting to help people in desperate situations.

He heard arguing between the two voices, though he couldn’t make out most of the words. Finally, the first voice, one that sounded more reasonable, called back to him. “David, was it? We won’t shoot you! Thank you for your help!”

Sighing, deciding to take her at her word, he slowly stood up. He could see two figures standing by one of the tents nearest to his position now, maybe thirty meters away. One slim and one larger, though not tall enough to be a goliath. Just a tall human. The tall one carried a scoped machine gun and looked prepped for war. She reminded him of Katya or Vanessa. The other woman seemed almost the opposite: slim, average height, kind, maybe a little out of her depth, judging by her expression. But she seemed reasonable, at least.

“It’s David,” he said.

“Can we talk?” the first woman asked.

“Only if your friend comes down off that hill and stops covering us with that rifle,” the second woman said firmly.

David turned and waved to Ashley. After a moment, she stood up and started coming forward. He waited until she had joined him and then the two came towards the encampment. They stopped a respectable distance away.

“Who are you?” the second woman asked.

The first woman sighed. “Stop being such a fucking bitch, Val,” she growled. “My name is Lori,” she said, smiling winningly at them both. “I am the leader of this group. Valerie here is my second in command. She-”

“Makes sure you don’t fucking die,” Valerie grunted.

“Quite.”

“My name is David, this is my friend Ashley. We’re from a settlement that I help run called Haven, a little ways south of here. We heard gunshots and came to investigate. What’s, uh, your situation? Are you passing through or looking for a place to stay?”

“Well-” Lori began, but Valerie cut her off.

“What’s it you?” she asked.

“We’re in a position to offer assistance if you need or want it,” David replied.

“Why?” Valerie pressed.

“Because I’m fucking nice,” David replied.

“Bullshit.”

“Val! Go...check on the others,” Lori said, turning to her and staring up into her face. “You’re pissing me off and being extremely fucking rude.”

“Do I really have to remind you how the last ‘interaction’ went?” Valerie replied, but she turned and left, heading deeper into the camp.

Lori walked a few steps closer. “I’m sorry about her.”

David sighed and shook his head, making himself calm down. “No, it’s fine. I get it. There’s a lot of assholes in the world and talk is cheap.”

“Well you did help us, but...I must admit, we’ve had a run of very bad luck recently. We’ve been hassled and hunted by some group for the last forty miles.”

David frowned. “Really? What were they like?”

“They wore leather armor painted black and they were pretty...tenacious. And vicious. When we first ran into them they pretty much tried to demand our unconditional surrender. They wanted all of our resources and some of our people. They were in a position to take it, too. We got lucky. A pack of giants was wandering nearby and got drawn in by the shouting. We fled, but they kept finding us. It’s been a week since we’ve seen them, though...I hope they haven’t followed us.” She sighed and appeared to collect her thoughts. “But, um, thank you. Both of you. That was good shooting, and very helpful.”

“You’re welcome,” David replied. “So what are your plans?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted after a moment. “We’re running low on supplies. We’ve set up camp here with the intent to hunt and gather some resources, but, God, I think everyone’s just tired of moving...”

David stared at her. She looked tired, and frightened. Also, very pretty. Medium height, probably a little under average weight, chin-length blonde hair, soft brown eyes. She looked really good in her jeans and t-shirt.

“I want to help,” he said. “Last winter, me and some very close friends built a whole settlement on the foundation of helping people. So, if there’s anything I can do...”

Lori pursed her lips, staring at him. He had to admit, she didn’t have a great poker face. She looked desperate and wasn’t doing a good job of hiding it. He had the idea that they were worse off than she’d like to admit.

Finally, she stepped a little closer. “We could really use the help,” she said, her voice low. “We have several people sick and now hurt, we’re very low on food and water and are basically out of medicine. There’s close to forty of us...”

“Fuck,” David whispered. “That’s...okay. That’s a problem, yeah.”

“Anything you could do...”

David considered it for a moment. He glanced at the sky and made a quick calculation. It was still before noon. With how long the days were now, he could definitely go home, get some people and even just a basic care package, and come back. He looked back at her and nodded. “All right, listen, I’m going to go put together a care package of supplies. Food, water, medicine, ammo, and a few medical personnel to come and look at your people.”

“If you could...” Her breath caught and she cleared her throat. “If you could do that, it would be extremely helpful. It’s been a very trying and taxing few weeks. Months, at this point.”

“I’ll make it happen,” David said.

She stepped closer to him and clasped his hand suddenly. The look she gave him was pleading, almost desperate. “Please don’t screw us over. Please.

“I won’t,” he said. “I know talk is cheap and it seems like everyone out here is either evil or uncaring, but we care. And we will help. I promise. We’ll be back once we have everything gathered. We’ll be back today. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said after a moment, letting go of his hand.

“I promise,” David repeated, then turned and began to leave.

Ashley hurried after him. “That’s some promise,” she murmured.

“I don’t care, we still have a fair amount of supplies. And I know Katya and April and a few others will be more than willing to help.”

“And if this is some kind of a trap?” Ashley asked.

“I really don’t think it is, but we’re not going unarmed, obviously. And I’m sure Vanessa will be glad to go along just to keep anyone from doing anything stupid.”

They hurried up out of the quarry.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (July 2020)

So I got some stuff done in June. Most of it was pretty background, but maybe something on the list will appeal to you.

  • I cleaned up the site and rearranged things a bit.

  • I released Like A Fine Wine. (Kindle | Paperback | Nude Cover)

  • I released the nude covers for Haven 6 & Demoness I - III Collected.

  • I released Alien Harem Collected, which has Alien Harem 1 & 2, and 4,400 words worth of new content in the form of a short story that takes place after the end of the series. (Kindle | Paperback)

  • I released Misty Vixen Collected, which is a paperback that collects all my titles that are available for the Kindle, but not available in paperback. This includes the five Freebies, Exploration, & My Undead Lover. For the sake of clarity, there is NO NEW CONTENT. (Paperback)

  • I released Quickies #3, which collects all four of my Paranormal Universe stories/series: Paranormal Passions, Pink, Roommates With Benefits, & Parasexual. Each gets its own new short story, totaling over 20,000 words worth of new content. (Kindle | Paperback)

  • I discovered that you can insert images into the Kindle files, and so I set aside two days to update every single title with a new custom-made title that I had to make myself. So basically just sprucing the stories up a bit. I also took the opportunity to update the back matter, removing any reference to Crystal Candy and inserting Like A Fine Wine in there.

  • I got started writing Haven 7.

That’s what I did during June. Unfortunately, I also had something of a setback, and July might not necessarily get much better. Suffice to say I’m dealing with some personal problems that have the potential to become something WAY worse and I’m doing the best I can to handle it. At present it’s all kind of murky as to how worried I should be. If anything more definitive comes along, which ideally it will this month, I’ll say more.

But despite that, I am going to try really hard to get Haven 7 out this month and get most of Like A Fine Wine 2 written. Ideally, I’ll have it out the first week of August.

That’s about all I’ve got. Stay safe out there.

Little Update

So I’ve been really busy. I’ve gotten some stuff out and managed to make something of a minor breakthrough in terms of aesthetics and presentation.

First, the releases.

Biggest one, I got Like A Fine Wine out!

I also threw together the Alien Harem Collection. It was weird writing for Alien Harem again. I put together a short bonus for the Collection, obviously. Hopefully I managed to get it right.

I also finally put together my Misty Vixen Collected paperback. In short, it’s a 300-page paperback that collects all of my uncollected stories available on Amazon. So Exploration, My Undead Lover, and the five Freebies. There’s absolutely NO NEW CONTENT, I want to be clear on that. This is really just for the people who want to own everything in physical format. You can buy it here. (For some reason it’s ‘not in stock’ at the moment. I have no idea why this is or how long it will take to fix.)

I’ve also finally managed to put Quickies #3 out. It’s got FOUR new short stories, one for each of my stories/series in my Paranormal Universe. That was also strange writing for, and it also gave me a certain bit of satisfaction in finally completely closing the door on that universe. As nice as some of it was, and I did really like some of the plot elements and emotional notes hit with Parasexual, I’ve definitely been leaning hard into more action-oriented survival situations where things are desperate. That’s just a lot more engaging to write for me.

What took up an appreciable part of my time was that I discovered I could put in customized images in my works without too much trouble, so I created a customized title image for all of my works. Instead of just some text with one of four font options available to me through Kindle Create, now you’ve got some (hopefully) cooler looking titling!

I also took the opportunity to update the back matter, removing any reference to Crystal Candy and adding in the Like A Fine Wine section since that story is the first time I’ve created a new series in over a YEAR now. Yeah, I just double-checked and the last time I started a new series was back in April 2019 with the release of Haven. Wow. (I guess technically I started like four with Crystal Candy, but I’m not really counting those.)

I also gave the website a little update, making sure all the links still work and doing little touch-ups here and there. The main thing I did was replace the list of text hyperlinks on each of the Universe pages that lead to the individual series pages with cool-looking (I think) tiles. Check it out. (I know, I know, stop the presses, such a MASSIVE update.)

Now I’m bucking down and getting to work on Haven 7. You probably won’t hear from me until the next Newsletter. Hope you enjoy the minor updates and little releases!