Big Giveaway/Sale November 3rd - November 7th

Hey, so I’m doing a big, giant, huge giveaway/sale. I figured it was time for one of those.

If you’re missing some of my titles from your library and have been waiting for an opportunity like this, well, now’s the time to grab them!

Every individual title for Parasexual, Like A Fine Wine, Our Own Way, Haven, and A Warm Place are ALL FREE.

The Complete Collections of all these series are also less than 1$ right now. 99 cents to be specific.

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The Misty Vixen Newsletter (November 2022)

First thing’s first, the first Haven audiobook is out!

 
 

October was definitely a bad month. I was hoping to be most of the way done with Raw V at this point, but I am nowhere near that. I’m not completely sure what happened. Mostly it was a combination of: actual responsibilities popped up a little unexpectedly, including a special writing opportunity that I was presented with and decided to take a shot at (that I will talk about later), and also I spent most of this month just tired. Like really tired. I keep just sleeping but like not really? I don’t know, lately it just feels like I sleep, but when I wake up, my body says ‘no that didn’t count’ and I feel like shit the entire day. I’m trying to get it sorted out. And this is on top of my usual levels of depression and anxiety, so…

Yeah, basically I didn’t get much of anything done. Really the biggest thing I managed to do was redesign all my covers because I do like the new look, so…yay.

Anyway, I’m intending to make November more productive. Here’s a list of shit that’s happening.

  • The preorder for the audiobook for RAW III is coming out extremely soon.

  • The preorder for the audiobook for A WARM PLACE 1 will be out sometime this month.

  • I am having a really big sale/giveaway starting November 3rd that will run for five days. So November 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, & 7th. Basically all of the titles from my completed series will be free, and the Complete Collections will be under 1$.

  • I am intending to get through most of Raw V this month, and may theoretically post it before month’s end.

Here’s the more nebulous stuff.

  • The immediate plan remains the same: after finishing Raw V, I’ll write Monster Girl Inn III.

  • I have finally settled on my horror harem title. It was…D: none of the above. A new idea hit me and it’s just working so far. Not sure when it’ll be done but trust me, when it’s getting close I won’t STFU about it.

  • After Monster Girl Inn I still intend to go hard on Raw and just write it until it’s done.

  • There’s been a change of plans with regards to what I’ll do after Raw. Instead of my slice-of-life sci-fi series, I have instead opted to do a full rewrite of Our Own Way. I’ll release a post about that soonish explaining what and why.

  • After Our Own Way I’ll hit the sci-fi slice-of-life. It’s occurred to me that I really should stop alternating titles and just work on a series until it’s done. This will cause some problems for my sanity (namely burnout), but I’ll work on other projects quietly in the background to help with that. I think the most logical solution would be to write whatever the next series is going to be in the background while I work on my primary one, so that once the primary one is done, I’ll have a jump on the new primary series. At present, there’s just too much time passing between releases, and it’s clearly negatively impacting sales.

  • My backlog. It’s available on Smashwords and a few other sites. I imagine the overlap between people who have already read or don’t care about my backlog and the people who are reading this/visit my site are basically a circle. However, sometimes new readers find these posts, so I figured it’s still worth it to mention. I’ll be making a post about it and creating a page dedicated to it. I have also decided that since my titles are no longer on the Kindle, I’ll just offer them as free downloadable Kindle files directly from this site, in case you missed some.

  • I’ll also be putting together another bibliography. I know there exist some fans who want to see EVERYTHING, because I am one of those people. It will include all my works, including stuff I wrote not as Misty Vixen, or at least everything I can remember. Some stuff is lost to time thanks to bad memory and swapping computers. There were definitely a few experiments I have the vaguest recollections of writing, but have since been removed and deleted, and the specifics of which have been scrubbed from my brain.

  • Among the background stuff I’m working on, I’ll try to find time for either fan fiction or incest fiction. I actually added a bit more to my Dragon Age fan fiction (don’t know if anyone remembers that) and I almost brought it back out, but ultimately put it away because it started feeling like a waste of time. Ideas for and about incest fiction still pop to the surface occasionally, but I pretty much always think ‘I want to, but I really need to get to work on finishing up this current novel…’.

That’s about it. If you’ve got any questions, ask away. I’m going to finish up my secret project and then get to work on Raw V.

Horror Harem Update

So doing a horror harem is actually kinda difficult.

For those who have been following along, I’ve made references to wanting to do a horror harem story for years now. The urge to do something with a darker, harder edge has been there for a long time. Maybe even since the beginning.

Although I’ve done a little bit of work here or there in the background, I really didn’t begin seriously working on a horror harem project until this year.

I’ve run into a lot of problems, from just about every angle.

Here’s probably the most immediate, practical problem I’m facing: What should be my first project? I’ve decided to launch a new pen name, since I want some level of division between the cozy comfort I tend to aim for, even in more action-survival stories, and a horror project, but mostly I just want to see what exactly happens when I launch a new name. Supposedly, Amazon favors new names.

But the question becomes, what should be my first impression? Because the first story I write will absolutely be my first impression, and that will, as the saying goes, ‘leave an impression’, whether people realize it or not.

I was hit hard by an idea that was very grim, very miserable. The story basically opens with a suicide, to give you an idea of the tone, and although I still intend on having the comforting parts in between the grimmer parts, (it can’t be all misery all the time), I ultimately backed away from the story because I felt it was too much for a first impression and, more significantly, misrepresentative of the content coming after. Because although future stories under this pen will be horror, this story would probably be as dark as it gets. So if people turned off by this level of misery, but who are still looking for horror harem, get turned away by my initial effort, then they likely won’t give any future efforts a chance, thinking it’ll be more of the same. It goes the other way, too. The people who like it? They’ll probably be let down by the more ‘tame’ series that follow.

That’s just one problem.

What about the cover art? Sexy or scary? Both? How far in either direction? The readership of harem has let me know cover art is EVERYTHING. It’s obvious that some authors absolutely thrive largely because they’re able to drop 2,000$ per cover. I’ve legitimately seen people say “WTF? Why was the story so bad, the cover was so good!” As if the quality of the cover has LITERALLY ANYTHING to do with the ability of the writer.

And then there’s the narrative difficulty. Harem is ultimately a power fantasy. Horror is literally the opposite, a dis-empowerment fantasy. In harem, harem members are never allowed to die or have irreparable harm done to them. In horror, almost everyone dies, usually extremely painfully. Now, I know there’s a way to balance that first problem (a horror harem would be closer to Doom 3 ((yes I finally played it)) than Alien - Isolation or Amnesia - The Dark Descent), and I’m willing to just not kill or torture harem members, but it makes telling the story overall more difficult.

To complicate things even further, it’s become obvious that I’ve been somewhat trying to write my idea of horror harem for a long time now. Some of the ideas I’m coming up with closely resemble Haven or A Warm Place. Basically grim survival in a grim environment. Was Haven horror? Was A Warm Place? Honestly, I can’t say they were. Really, they were more tense than scary. But that’s the kind of story I want to tell: a guy and a group of women fucking, surviving, and fighting monsters. I once joked that if I were going to do a sequel series to A Warm Place, I’d only do it if I got to introduce monsters. Some of the ideas I have closely resemble that, and it’s honestly tempting.

I’d say one of my biggest concerns is people will either say ‘this isn’t really harem’ or ‘this isn’t really horror’. Mostly I’m worried about that second one.

There’s the additional difficulty of trying to find time to do this while also keeping up my works as Misty Vixen, which is already difficult, but that isn’t a new problem.

So…yeah. It’s difficult. That’s the word of the day: difficult.

The first problem I truly need to get past is settling on which one to write. I’ve at least got it narrowed down…sort of.

I’m really tempted to do an idea that would almost go like a video game. To be clear, NOT LitRPG, but almost like a survival-horror or FPS-horror. Something like, a guy deep in a top secret research facility survives an experiment gone wrong and finds survivors (see: hot babes) and tries to escape and survive. So basically like Doom 3 or Half-Life but with a harem.

Another idea that hit me is, how best to explain this…basically a spiritual successor to The Pale Redhead, but as a small harem, in a world that’s a combination of Haven and A Warm Place. That one is also tempting.

I’m also really tempted by a fantasy horror harem. Basically, a lone warrior trying to protect a small refugee camp in the midst of an undead invasion.

And of course there’s my modern day survival-horror harem. Basically, suddenly there’s monsters everywhere and one guy and some hot chicks he finds have to survive in a small, overrun town.

Maybe ‘narrowed down’ isn’t the right phrase.

I have other ideas, as I’ve said I’ve put aside the big space survival-horror thing for now, but those are the contenders.

So yeah, that’s basically the state of things.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (October 2022)

Monster Girl Inn II is out!

 
 
 
 

And we are very close to the audiobook release of Monster Girl Inn! It comes out on October 3rd.

From what I understand, the pre-order for the first Haven audiobook isn’t too far away.

This update will be pretty short. I’m tired. September extracted a heavy toll. I had what you might call a setback in my mental health. The only good thing about it is that I think my emotional stability has improved because it didn’t take me too long to get back to roughly normal after. But that’s why Monster Girl Inn II was a little late. The setback but also insomnia and just generally feeling worn down. I’m fucking tired.

I’m going to take a break, and then begin work on Raw V. Already got the cover for it, so that’s squared away. (I still look back in horror on the original cover situation. Let me tell you, bumping up against a finished novel with no cover art in sight is particularly miserable for an indie author). Given my current pace, I’ll likely get Raw V out sometime in early November.

After that, I’m thinking Monster Girl Inn III might be my last book for 2022. I’ve been needing, like, a real break for awhile now, and I know that this need will likely double or even triple in intensity once winter sets in.

I’ve been thinking about background projects still, something to work on more for fun and sanity’s sake, and although I keep messing around with horror ideas, I’ve run into some problems there. I want to make an actual blog post about the horror harem situation, because it’s surprisingly complicated for something that was supposed to be just a side project, and I’ll update this post once I write it. [UPDATE: Here is the post]. Should be a few days out. But I may actually take another shot at quietly producing some incest erotica. I might end up writing Kyra’s Game 2, or something else. I’ve got a lot of ideas.

Anyway, hope you enjoy Monster Girl Inn II.

The only other thing I have to say is that you might have noticed a small design change in the Monster Girl Inn covers. I’ve noticed that some of the bigger names in harem have taken to making their name small and tucked away in one corner. I’ve decided to take a shot at this new trend to see if it actually helps, but in truth, I may actually make the change to a few other series because the design really appeals to me on a personal level. It’s a clean, minimalist aesthetic, and that just does it for me. Like, I already really love the way the new MGI covers look. I dunno, we’ll see.

Let me know what you think.

Monster Girl Inn II Preview

Monster Girl Inn II is underway and I’m hoping to have it out by the end of this month.

First chapter can be read below. First and second chapter are available to my 1$/month Patrons and above, right here.

Early access chapters to begin posting tomorrow.


“You know, I always heard that horses were supposed to be scared of demons,” Victor said as he finished tying the horse to the wagon.

“That’s just a story idiots like to pass around,” Jezzy said, smiling as she pet the horse that he had gone into town to rent.

She made a happy sound and shifted in place.

Jezzy giggled. “See? She likes me. She knows I’m nice.”

“We ‘monsters’, even succubi from another realm, tend to be more in tune with nature, which includes animals of all kinds,” Fiona said. She set her load into the back of the cart and proceeded to tie it down.

“Well, not all succubi,” Jezzy said. “One girl I knew was just terrified of birds. She was utterly convinced they were watching her. Planning something. I was so nervous when I first saw birds, because I’d only ever heard what she had to say about them. But they’re just...birds.”

“They don’t really have a plan beyond ‘eat’ and ‘sleep’,” Victor agreed as he finished up.

Fiona slithered up behind him. “And ‘mate’,” she murmured in his ear, wrapping her arms around him. She slowly slipped a hand down the front of his pants.

He exhaled sharply, feeling her large, bare breasts pressing against his back. “Yes...that too,” he managed.

“You’re getting bolder,” Jezzy grinned. She stepped away from the horse and up to him, and now he was surrounded by them. She settled her hands on his hips, grinning fiercely as she stared down at him with her glowing pink eyes.

“You both are...so tall,” Victor murmured.

“I love how much you like that about us,” Jezzy replied. “Can I tempt you to take a break? Do naughty things behind that tree over there?’

“You can but you shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re sending me in there to try and talk Hazel into some fun and I’d rather save it for the potential foursome or threesome, depending on how much Fiona wants to watch,” he replied.

“I won’t know until we’re actually in the moment,” Fiona murmured. She sighed and took her hand out of his pants. “And that’s fair enough.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Jezzy said. She gave him a kiss, then stepped back. “I like this horse, but it’s too bad we had to spend so much coin on it…”

“We had to,” he replied, “we can’t very well have you hauling this into town. People would lose their minds. Now, I should really get to work selling this stuff off. The sooner I get to it, the sooner I’ll be back. Hopefully with Hazel.”

“Unless there’s some kind of emergency, I imagine she will come back with you once she knows I’m back around,” Jezzy replied.

“I hope so.” He kissed them both and then hopped up onto the cart.

Getting settled, he began guiding the horse and they started the slow roll into the township proper. He took the opportunity to just relax for a little bit. That was what yesterday was supposed to have been: relaxation.

Only it hadn’t.

Not that he was complaining, exactly.

After the long day of getting everything back from the abandoned mine, the four of them had decided to just take it easy for a bit. But when all four people involved in ‘taking it easy’ were horny, and one of them was a succubus, there tended to be a lot of sex happening. And what was supposed to be a day of rest had turned into a lot of exciting lovemaking.

Victor yawned and rubbed at his eyes as he tried to rouse himself.

Velena had finally parted ways with them last night. Fiona said she tended to get flighty after spending too much time in one place, and sure enough, she’d sort of just left after a quick and abrupt goodbye.

Fiona had told him not to take it personally, and in truth he could respect the feeling.

Victor reached into his pocket and checked that the parchment was still there. It was. They had actually done the responsible thing after she’d left and made a complete list of everything they needed to finish repairing the inn.

Tools, nails, lumber, doors, windows, furniture, and a bunch of other odds and ends.

He was pretty confident they wouldn’t get it all. In truth, they’d be lucky to get half of it, even with the haul from the mine, but it would be another big step forward and they weren’t exactly in a rush to get this done.

As the Hinterland drifted by to either side of him, he found his thoughts drifting. Today was the first day he’d had of alone time in what felt like a while. And now that he was by himself and relatively safe, he could think more on where his life had taken him.

It had brought him to strange places over the years.

Mostly good places, some really, really bad places. At times he felt like he was leading his own life, but at others he felt like he was as helpless to control the course of his existence as a shipwreck victim clinging desperately to a piece of driftwood in a storm.

Victor had gone a lot of places, seen a great deal, had many adventures, but he never really thought he’d end up in the Hinterlands, romantically involved with not one, but two monster girls, repairing an old inn.

Unlikely didn’t seem like a strong enough word to describe the situation.

This, however unlikely it seemed, felt different than every other adventure he’d found himself in over the years.

An adventurer’s life was, by default, a wanderer’s life.

But there was an extra layer of intensity to that fact when the adventurer had no home to return to. Victor had actually encountered many adventurers who intended to return to their home village and settle back down some day. And even some who did return and stay for a season out of the year. There were some who intended to adventure until they died, but they were rare.

It always seemed to him that the adventurers who had no home to return to were of that last variety, but he supposed it was possible that he had simply met those adventurers and spoken with them at a point before they did eventually settle down.

Was that what he intended to do here?

Could he live out his days in an inn situated in the Hinter?

The fact that he didn’t immediately think no was giving him a bit of anxiety, and he couldn’t even figure out why.

Was it because he had grown so used to the idea that, eventually, he would move on?

It could be that simple, but he somehow doubted that it was.

As Hearth Haven came into view, Victor pushed the thoughts from his head. For the moment, he had a very long stretch of bargaining, negotiating and, perhaps, intimidating in front of him, depending on how much the merchants thought they could take advantage of him. He wasn’t really prone to that last one, but…

He wasn’t above it.

He needed a clear head for this next part, Fiona and Jezzy were relying on him.

Victor reined in his temper. “No,” he repeated, “I don’t want that one. Just these.”

“Are you sure?” the shopkeeper asked again.

“I’m completely, absolutely sure. And I promise, if I ever want that window, I will march promptly back to this store and purchase it.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

“All right. Well, it’s two hundred fifty coins even for the rest,” the shopkeeper said.

Victor nodded and dropped two of his one hundred coin pouches, his final two, in fact, and a fifty coin pouch on the counter between them. The merchant picked each up and weighed them in his hand, then peered inside, then made it all disappear behind the counter.

“Thanks for the business,” he said.

“Yep,” Victor replied, and picked up the first of the five windows he’d purchased. He had wanted more, but this was the last of his coin for now.

He began shifting them out to the cart.

The journey through town had lasted longer than he’d feared. It had been a complicated route along the cobblestone roads, making a stop at each of the varied places he needed to visit, to both sell and buy. Given he wasn’t as familiar with the town yet, it was a bit stop and start as he just went to the stores as he saw them.

And just about all of the merchants had been difficult in one way or another.

Given how much experience they all no doubt had with adventurers coming through, each had honed their skills to a fine art, able to extract much and give little in return. Victor had his own methods for dealing with their tactics, but at this point he was just getting sick of it. He wasn’t even thirty yet, but inside these stores he began to feel like a grumpy old man.

Victor noted that now that the shopkeeper had his coin, the man made no move to help load the leather-wrapped windows into the cart. Not that he particularly wanted help at this point, if he had one more poor interaction he was liable to do something regrettable, but it was just one more irritating thing on a long list of them.

Finally, he got the last window in and secured.

Before anything else could annoy him, Victor got up into the seat and set the horse towards Hazel’s place. He glanced skywards. The sun was a few hours past its highest point. He relaxed a little. Despite how long it had taken, there was still more than enough time to talk with Hazel, get out of the town, return the horse, and then get to the inn and relax.

And maybe do other things.

A few moments later, he brought the cart to a halt and put the horse in the shade. Walking in through the front door into the darkened shop, he felt a strange sensation. Not of anything magical, but of the passage of time.

With all that had happened, it felt like he’d been here last season, not last week.

“Well, look who’s back.”

Hazel was again standing behind the counter, this time working on a potion. She had a little cluster of small glass containers, each filled with a different kind of liquid, centered around one glass vial held upright.

“I missed you,” he replied, walking slowly closer, not wanting to mess up her work.

But she seemed a pro at it, able to continue on with the work and conversation and other distractions at the same time.

“Did you now?” she murmured, pouring some glowing blue liquid into the vial.

“Very much so.”

She laughed softly. “Took you long enough.”

“I was, uh, busy out there.”

“Oh were you now?” She picked up another glass bottle with a murky green liquid and swirled it around, then paused and sniffed. She looked up at him with her glowing eyes and a broader grin spread slowly across her beautiful face. “You found a girl with horns out there.”

“And a tail,” he replied. “Two girls with tails, actually.”

“Oh my.” She focused on the potion again. “One moment.” She carefully poured five drops of the green liquid into it, then began corking everything. “Care to share the details?”

“Well, there was a lot of fucking,” Victor replied.

“I figured as much.” She leaned down, putting the containers under the counter.

She was wearing an especially revealing shirt, and her pale breasts seemed to threaten to tumble out each time she leaned down.

“I found Jezzy,” he said.

She laughed. “Knew it! Knew that girl would find you. I was hoping she was back...hmm. Who is the other girl with a tail? Another succubus?”

“No, a viper named Fiona.”

“Oh my. Most men would admit to making love with a succubus, but I knew few men who would seek out a viper...fewer still who would openly admit to being intimate with one.” She picked up the vial and swirled it around gently a few times, then corked it and placed it under the counter. Hazel fixed him with a confident smile and an intense stare. “But I knew there was something special about you as soon as you walked in here...I’ve never met Fiona, but I do know of her. Jezzy has told me. She sounds sweet.”

“She really is,” he replied.

“Oh.” Hazel gave him a more appraising stare.

“What?”

“I’ve heard that tone before. You...are something truly special, aren’t you?”

He laughed awkwardly. “I...don’t know. Am I?”

“You traveled here from who knows how far away to fuck monster girls. Rare, but not unheard of,” she replied.

“How did you know, by the way?”

“I guessed. Just a strong feeling. But,” she continued, “I have come across almost no one who is willing to have a romantic relationship with monster girls. It’s difficult enough for most to contemplate building a life and sharing a home with a different race, but a village-dweller and a forest-dweller? Almost never.”

“Really? That rare?” he asked.

“Yes. I spent a lot of time traveling the land. Occasionally I still do. As a witch, I’m more accepted among the forest-dwellers. And yes, they tend to stay on their sides of the line.” She regained that smile. “Have you been with anyone else?”

“A harpy.”

“Oh my.”

“And a gekon adventuress.”

“You get around.”

“Apparently,” he replied.

“So, is that why you’re here?” she asked, putting her hands on her pleasantly sized hips.

“Yeah. I was hoping to get around to you. Jezzy said you can’t stay away from her and you’d do anything to be with her again, so I should use that as a lure to get you to come spend time with us out in the Hinter,” he said.

“Oh that pink bitch,” Hazel muttered, rolling her eyes. “She thinks she’s so great.”

“...she is,” Victor said. “Having been with her now, I feel like I can safely confirm that.”

Hazel laughed. “Yeah, but she’s still annoying!”

“Because she’s right?”

“Not as right as she thinks...but yes, I do want to get back with her. And I must say that the idea of taking you and her to bed at the same time is exceptionally appealing to me.” She looked around her shop. “Okay, go on and wait for me. I’ll wrap everything up here and then I will join you for some fun in the woods.”

“Very glad to hear that,” he said, heading for the exit.

This was going to be a really good night.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (September 2022)

First thing’s first:

 
 

RAW IV is out and the pre-order for Raw II audiobook is also out! It drops September 8th.

At the moment, the other audiobooks are still being worked on behind the scenes. It’s looking like the audiobook for Monster Girl Inn is up next, the pre-order coming out this month. For the most immediate information on them as it becomes available, follow my Twitter.

I’ve officially begun working on Monster Girl Inn II. I’m going to start posting it as Early Access to my Patreon next week. At the moment it’s looking like a mid-to-late September release. The cover is done and it has a sexy dragoness on it.

At the moment, the only things that remain a certainty for me are that I am going to finish out the Monster Girl Inn trilogy this year, and that I intend to write at least two more Raw novels this year. And even that is a hope, as it means one book per month. I’m better now than I was before, mentally speaking, but I feel like I’m on unstable ground. The way ahead looks safe, but it could collapse out from under me at any moment, completely derailing my plans for at least a short period of time as I try to get back onto solid ground.

The only good news is that the collapses are less frequent.

Earlier, I said that I was going to try and switch back to working on two projects simultaneously. This has not gone as well as I had hoped, as it remains difficult enough as it is to hold onto a single project, let alone two. I’m holding out hope that this is still possible as I regain mental ground, as I’ve been able to make this work before.

Besides Raw and Monster Girl Inn, I believe I have zeroed in on my next project after MGI is wrapped up. Earlier I mentioned a sci-fi slice-of-life idea that had just sort of come to me. It’s stuck around and grown stronger since then, and I’m going to initiate it after MGI. I feel like it will have a stronger voice than MGI, which will make it easier to write. I’m not sure if that makes sense to readers, but it’s the best way I can put it. Not sure how long it will be, but probably on the shorter side in terms of number of books. I’m going to try experimenting with longer novels again, like with A Warm Place.

As for the rest of it? I’ve found myself pulling away from the outer space horror harem as it has grown in complexity and scope, and drawn towards a simpler, more grounded and modern narrative. A few years ago I began talking about a horror harem, Eyes in the Dark, and the idea has never fully left me. I may end up going with that one to launch the horror harem pen name, and do the outer space narrative later. We’ll see what happens.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (August 2022)

So, I’m feeling a bit better since last month, although it was at the cost of slower production. Which means I’m not as far along in Raw IV as I had hoped, but I still intend to get it out this month. Monster Girl Inn II is definitely looking like a September release.

The big news, though, is audiobooks.

I’d like to first thank everyone who bought, listened to, reviewed, and otherwise promoted or helped the Raw audiobook. This has had a very big impact, it seems.

Raw the Audiobook did, like, really well.

Consequently, I have now signed deals to have Haven, A Warm Place, & Monster Girl Inn turned into audiobooks by Royal Guard as well!

A Warm Place is going to be done by both Katana Jones and Gabriel Michael.

Monster Girl Inn is going to be done by William Windle and Raya Kane.

Haven will be done by Ellory Lane.

Release dates are still being nailed down but Book 1 of each of these should release sometime this Fall.

Also, Raw II is coming along.

I’ll let everyone know as each of these develop and I get more specific information.

That’s about it for this Newsletter. Raw IV coming out this month and then Monster Girl Inn II after that.

I’m still poking at my outer space horror harem, but it’s obvious now that it’s gonna be awhile on that. I thought I had something of an idea of what to do, but after struggling with it for most of July, I suddenly had the idea that I was going about it the wrong way and tried a different approach. It feels a lot better, but it’s still obvious that it needs a lot of work, and watching out for my mental health has meant that I’ve slowed down.

Raw IV Preview

The writing of RAW IV has begun and here is the first chapter.

If you are a Patron at any level over on my Patreon, you can also read the second chapter here.

If you are a 3 or 5$/month patron, you will be able to read future chapters as they are posted on my Patreon.

I’m aiming for a mid-to-late August release for Raw IV.


Jak found evidence of his target along the outskirts of the woodlands.

He crouched in the shadow of a large boulder, staring at the trees and dense vegetation ahead of him, considering his options.

This was Ara Forest, a place he knew he was not welcome.

His tribe now numbered over one hundred people, almost twenty of them elven, and every elf had told him the same thing: non-elves were not welcome in their home forest. Stories of incursion by the exiles who had come to call the Dektyr Tribe home ended the same: elves eventually arrived and forced them to leave.

What changed was the severity of the response. The most recent of his new tribemates, a human woman and her half-elf son who had been exiled after years of an awkward stalemate of protection due to her status as a skilled healer, had said they were very nearly killed by the elves who found them when they had been hiding in the forest.

Given he was fully intending to try making peace with them, he was reluctant to risk a violent encounter.

On the other hand, he really wanted to find the exile he’d been seeking for the past two days.

Finally, with one more survey of the immediate area, Jak left the relative safety of the boulder and began making for the treeline.

Something about the forest set him on edge, and as he drew closer, it occurred to him that it was the differences. Ara Forest looked different than Avat’s. The trees were of a contrasting breed, their coloring strange and almost, but not quite, familiar. Their tops were sharper, more pronounced, their profiles narrower.

The forest floor, he saw as he slipped within the woodlands, was denser. There were more places to hide for predator and prey alike. As he began hunting around for the trail again, Jak let his senses open up, taking in the strange new forest around him.

Sights, sounds, scents.

Secrets.

All of it feeding him crucial information and helping shape the world around him.

Paying attention, listening for that tiny twig snapping, that branch being shifted, the soft huffing of an animal, smelling the scent as the wind shifted, catching the barest hint of movement among the vegetation, anything could provide a wary hunter with that one crucial second of warning needed that meant the difference between brutal death and survival.

There.

He saw the imprint of a bare foot, a bit narrow, an elf.

The one he was tracking. The trail made for the northeast, heading away from the core of the forest, thankfully. As Jak began following, eyes continually roving over the landscape around him, he found his thoughts drifting uncertainly, like a branch tossed into the sea.

Things were different now.

Not all of them. In some ways his life had taken on a reassuring regularity.

After killing the Tolvar war chief and helping Ripper and his small tribe of karn exiles retake their village, he had been ready to go on the hunt for allies in the war against the Tolvar that had been transforming from embers and sparks to true flames.

Except other things had demanded his attention.

Just a few days after that, a sickness had hit his tribe and spread through it like a wildfire during a drought. It was nothing truly serious, just a cough and a fever and lethargy. Just about everyone had fallen ill over the course of the following days, and it was very random who was affected and how. Rylee just had a cough and mild fever for a day, while Niri had been unable to leave their cave for very long for several days in a row.

He had begun to seriously worry, but Rylee reassured him again and again that she would be fine. Sometimes people got sick. But with pregnancy, he’d tasted fear in a way he never had before. To make matters worse, as one of only three people who had never gotten sick, (Nessa and Kes were the other two), he’d been run ragged just trying to keep up with the normal day-to-day affairs of the tribe. Gathering water and food, provided security, and hunting down plants to help relieve the suffering of his people.

As the sickness had faded and regular life resumed, Jak still found himself running around Avat’s Forest, dealing with problems.

A few particularly dangerous beasts had been found that needed to be put down.

Sometimes someone went missing and had to be tracked down.

Rylee would need a rare plant.

One of the builders or toolmakers would need a rare rock or gemstone or wood.

He’d also taken on the project of setting up a second defensive outpost, this one to the northwest, in the spot that Ripper and his people had originally holed up in.

This string of projects and tasks had revealed in him something Jak was still grappling with. Within him were two core desires.

One was a man who wanted to lead and conquer, to keep pushing, to take the fight to the enemies and bathe in their blood.

The other was a man who wanted to sit by the fire with his tribemates, to hunt game to provide for his people, to lay in his cave with his bond-mates and talk quietly for hours, to stare at the shadows dancing on his cave ceiling as he laid awake at night, listening to Niri and Rylee and Nessa as they slept around him.

That second man was who he had settled into after the sickness had forced him to stick close to his village or risk losing it, and after spending several nights staring long into the fire, considering this, Jak had decided this was the man he wanted to be.

If he was given a choice, he would chose this life.

But he knew that he was not being given a choice, and although the victory at the old karn village and the lack of a serious response from the Tolvar for a few weeks had given him the illusion of peace, even a temporary one, it had been shattered several days ago by another large attack. They had handled it, but it had rekindled the blazing fire of war that had been ignited in him during that final attack. He needed to act.

Stepping out of his cave the morning following the attack, Jak had felt the change in a number of ways, but mostly he felt it as he looked up at the trees surrounding his village and, for the first time, truly realizing that they were dying.

The long decay had begun.

The transition between summer and winter, life and death, had commenced.

It was still a ways off, but now it was on everyone’s minds.

And the chill wind that blew through the village that morning seemed to herald the call of responsibility, of the coming war.

Like a shadow cast over them all.

And so he had stepped up his efforts to find more tribemates, no longer waiting for them to come to him, or for his people to stumble across them while out hunting or foraging. Instead, he organized small search parties and sent them out to track down potential recruits of all kinds. And this was how he had nearly doubled the size of his tribe over the past month.

Jak paused as he heard something, his hand going for his adze.

Something shifted in the bushes to his left. He waited, still as a stone, watching, wary.

After a long moment passed, the gray blur of a rabbit suddenly shot out and away, fleeing into the undergrowth.

He resumed his journey, hunting for the elf known as Lekken.

Most of the recruits that they’d gained came from stories the newer tribemates had to tell. People they had seen while on their way there, evidence of camps in valleys or groves or small copses, tales of exiles trying to go it alone.

Three times now he had heard of an elven exile who saved others in dangerous situations, then disappeared.

Curiosity and practicality had pushed him to grab his survival pack, kiss his bond-mates farewell, and strike out to the north.

Someone like this would be a boon to his tribe.

Thoughts of peace and alliances weren’t far from his mind, either. As he stalked through the trees, still getting used to the new scents and general vibe of Ara Forest, he lamented over the difficulties so far.

Although the peace made with the nymphs and Ripper was invaluable, he knew that more was needed. Much more.

And so far no one had been able to make any real progress with regards to a broader alliance.

The elves were mysterious and elusive, shut up in their forest, refusing entry to all not like themselves.

The karn were divided, not just between those who were under the control of the embyr and those who weren’t, but even farther between those who believed in the ways of Redtooth and those who did not.

The valt clan lived on the entire other side of the island and may not even be there anymore.

Tracking down the mysterious Lekken seemed to be a decent first step in finding his way into the Jari Clan of the elves. He still wasn’t entirely convinced that he shouldn’t just walk into their village and ask to speak with their leader about the obvious danger threatening to consume the whole of the island, but every elven exile he’d spoken to said this would be a very bad idea.

Jak stopped again. The trail he had been following had ceased abruptly.

He drew his adze and slowly looked around, paying careful attention to every detail of his surroundings.

For a reason he did not quite know, he felt positive he was following Lekken. Just a feeling, something in his gut saying it was so.

If this elf was as evasive as the stories made him out to be, then he was no doubt aware that he was being followed.

Jak was good at tracking and moving stealthily through the forest, and he thought himself an expert at it, but based on some of the things he had seen his elven tribemates do, he knew the general level of tracking and stealth was higher among elves.

So someone known for it might be even better than him.

Finally, he saw evidence that his quarry had climbed a nearby tree. He looked up. The leaves and branches were dense, hiding much.

Jak decided to try for the honest approach and put his adze away.

He could sense someone nearby, even if he couldn’t see them.

“I know you’re here,” he said, “and I just want to talk.”

The silence that persisted went on for long enough that Jak began to wonder if maybe he was sensing something else.

And then a slim figure dropped from a tree to his left and landed lightly on the ground.

It took a lot of willpower not to draw his weapon again and shift into a defensive stance. Instead, Jak turned to face this man.

He was indeed an elf. He was a little taller than the average elf, slim, built of lean, compact muscle. His blonde hair was cut very short, and the smear of ash around his eyes gave him away. Jak had distant memories of his old tribe applying warpaint sometimes. All the stories of Lekken had described him with a dark slash across his eyes.

“You are the Amber Warrior I’ve heard so much about,” he said.

“And you are Lekken,” Jak replied.

The elf looked mildly surprised. “I have saved enough of my people that it does not surprise me that my description has reached your ears, but my name?”

“Jayna told me about you.”

Lekken stiffened slightly. Jak noticed he was holding a strangely shaped stick of some kind, and something was slung over his shoulder. It was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. He knew, however, that it was a weapon of some sort.

“And how is Jayna?” he asked.

“She lives. She’s happy. We found her some suns ago at the edge of Avat’s Forest, leading a small group of exiles. She joined my tribe,” Jak replied.

Lekken seemed to be studying him closely, no doubt trying to read him for lies.

“I see. Why was she exiled?” he asked.

“She didn’t say beyond the fact that she ‘displeased the Xentan’.”

Lekken bared his teeth. “That seems to be happening more often now…” He refocused on Jak. “Why are you following me?”

“I want you to join my tribe,” Jak replied.

“Why should I?”

“We seek peace for the island, and we could use your help. Everyone who has spoken of you has talked of your great skill as a warrior and a hunter. We have several of your people at our village.”

He tensed again. “And how do you treat my people?”

“I treat them as my own: well. They are not treated any differently because they are elves.”

“Hmm. And how do you propose peace for this island?”

“Kill the Tolvar, and probably the embyr tribe in the west, and make peaceful alliances with all others.”

Lekken laughed bitterly. “If you think you can make peace with the karn who inhabit this island, you are sadly mistaken.”

“I already have made peace with a group of karn. And I am mated to a karn. And, just in case you have heard the rumors: no, I cannot control karn. They work with me of their own will.”

Lekken stared at him for a long moment. He seemed not to be able to decide what to say in response to that. “If you truly wish for me to join your tribe, then I have a requirement. Something I need to do right now. And if you want me to consider your request, you’ll help me.”

“What is it?” Jak replied. He was used to this by now. Everyone always wanted something from him, and it was usually help finding or killing something.

“The Tolvar have been taking my people captive. I don’t know why. But it does not matter. Some were taken this morning. One managed to get away and found me, told me about it. I’ve been tracking them ever since. I think I’ve almost found them. Help me free them and kill the Tolvar who took them captive and I will journey with you to your village, and seriously consider your request.”

“I accept these terms,” Jak said.

“Good, follow me.”

The two men headed off into the forest.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (July 2022)

First and foremost, I can finally talk about this: RAW HAS BEEN MADE INTO AN AUDIOBOOK! It is available for pre-order right now, and you can get it right here on Audible, and it is coming out July 17th.

 
 

This is the mysterious thing I’ve been referencing. Back in April I was approached by Royal Guard Publishing to produce audiobooks based off the Raw series. People have been asking me for audiobooks for years, and the primary thing that kept me from seriously pursuing them was the amount of bullshit and fuckery involved with the production of audiobooks, and all the outright horror stories I’ve heard from other authors. After talking with Royal Guard, we came to an agreement and they basically agreed to deal with all the hassle of producing and selling audiobooks, which was the only way I was ever going to do this.

As I understand it, Raw II is currently being produced, and we’re on course to produce the whole series.

As of right now, I’m still figuring out whether or not to pursue further audiobooks for other series, but if this one does well, I can’t really see a reason not to.

Really, the only bad news is that most of my backlog almost for sure isn’t going to become audiobooks. The main reason for this is erotica audiobooks are basically dead on arrival. Amazon hates erotica, but Audible ABHORS it. From what I understand, it’s far more difficult to make sales if an audiobook is slapped with the erotica label, and almost literally all of my backlog is already self-labeled erotica, and given the costs involved with producing a single audiobook, let alone dozens, I can’t see a scenario in which Hellcats and Wanderlust and pretty much everything before Haven gets turned into an audiobook. If you were holding out hope for that, sorry.

One final side note is, this is the reason for why I am producing triple packs again. Audiobook listeners really like package deals, so they like to produce triple packs if at all possible, and there needs to be a corresponding ebook version for there to be an Audible version (I think). Either way, that’s why.

Next thing: Monster Girl Inn.

 
 

It occurred to me a few months ago that I no longer have any straight-up monster girl stuff available, and that was essentially what my platform was in the beginning: inhuman women getting fucked by regular human dudes. I figured I should fix this with a trilogy dedicated just about entirely to monster girls. I’ve had an idea of characters building an inn or outpost in a dangerous fantasy forest for awhile, so I decided to give it a go.

The result is Monster Girl Inn.

I’m looking to get this trilogy written and out before 2023. So far I’m…not happy with how the launch has gone. I don’t know if I did a shit job writing the book, if it was bad luck, or whatever the hell was going on with Amazon’s backend (which of course shit itself the day I launched a brand new novel/series), but it just is not doing well. Which, like…I’m having a lot of trouble with. People are extremely vocal about cover art in harem and how good it should be. It’s why certain authors are as popular as they are, despite the common consensus being that they regularly produce mediocre content: they are able to afford 2,000$ covers on the reg. So I tried to lean hard into making this cover really harem-y and…no one cares? I don’t know.

Playing this harem author game has done a lot for my life, but it’s also deteriorated my mental health to the point where I’m no longer sure about whether or not I want to be alive. Like Hopsin once said: “Real artists get shelved while wack ones get famous” It’s not that I think really highly of myself or that I think I’m a great or even good writer, but it is me writing everything, and I am trying, and I do give a shit. Soulless ghost writer mills are rewarded with millions of dollars and a lot of the rest of us get a fraction of the success and attention. I thought I was onto something with Raw but the more time goes on, the more the first Raw novel feels like a fluke.

I made a blog post last month explaining why I’ve been so inconsistent over the past few years. My mental and emotional stability is unreliable, and this clearly interferes with my ability to reliably produce content. I think it would probably help if I was allowed to produce closer to 4-5 books a year, but that just isn’t my present reality.

I’m obviously not good enough to be like some authors, who can afford to release a few books a year.

I’m not as smart or focused as other authors and can reliably pump out solid content every month or two months without fail (and without the use of ghost writers).

I really don’t know why I can’t just get my shit together and keep it together and just write. I remember reading about John Romero, one of the guys who made DOOM, who was describing what it was like in the early 90s when they were making Wolfenstein and DOOM. He’d wake up, throw on heavy metal, and code for sixteen hours straight, every day, and he was thrilled to be doing so. I have no idea why I can’t be like that. There’s nothing actually stopping me from doing it. To be honest, I should producing a minimum of a new novel every 4 weeks. It’s entirely possible, but it’s like my brain just starts to misfire and I fucking hate whatever I’m working on and I’d rather eat a bullet than keep going some days. And I have no fucking idea why. I’m medicated, I’ve been in an out of therapy for a few years now, I don’t have much of a life outside of writing, so it’s not like shit is taking up time. I don’t have chronic pain, I don’t have any kind of illness. I wouldn’t say I’m healthy exactly, but certainly I don’t have anything that should prevent me from just sitting the fuck down and writing a dozen hours a day.

If it isn’t obvious, this really bothers me. A lot. And I can’t even enjoy the success really. After breaking the Top 500 for the first time ever with Raw, now I’m just disappointed and feeling like an absolute failure because I can’t do it again. Raw III barely broke the Top 1000, so obviously people are just dropping the series, and it’s like, WTF am I doing wrong? Why are these other series with 15 novels regularly hitting the Top 500? What am I missing? Because I’m obviously missing something or maybe it’s just as simple as I’m just not a good writer.

I’m ranting, sorry, this is meaningless.

Right now, I’m taking a break to try and get my head straight again and wrap up a few loose ends in my real life to help me focus. Soon, I will begin work on Raw IV. I already have the cover art for it, and the art for Raw V is being worked on at present, so cover art shouldn’t be a problem for the future. Once I start the actual writing, I’m going to try and go hard. I want to have this out in early or mid August.

In the background, when I can find time for it, I will be working on Monster Girl Inn II. The cover for that one is also already done, and the third cover is being worked on right now. Once Raw IV wraps, I’ll shift focus to finishing Monster Girl Inn II. At the moment, it’s looking like this is going to be a trilogy.

Finally, my horror harem. Production kind of stalled on this one. I fully intended to begin actual writing last month, but as I began planning it, I started running into problems. An outer space survival horror harem is not something I’m as familiar with, and I want to make sure I do it right. This, combined with the fact that I imagine horror harem is going to be niche anyway, means that it’s going to be a background project for the time being.

And that’s about it. Sorry for being a downer, I’m just in a bad place right now. I was really counting on Monster Girl Inn being a heavy hitter.

I'm Starting To Lose Hope

I decided not to wait until the next update to write this.

The short of this is, I think I need some kind of a break. After I publish the new novel, besides doing whatever work I can on Raw IV, I’m going to step away for a bit. Not too long, because the writing game is a constant grind, but I have to do something.

I’m not even sure why I’m writing this.

I’ve never been a happy person. First there was a lot of anger, then a lot of angry depression, and subtle anxiety laced through all that.

I didn’t even attempt medication until 2015, and I didn’t even attempt therapy until 2018. Although the medication worked for awhile, and helped lead to a few revelations (surprise! I’m brain damaged because my brain formed while not having nearly enough dopamine), the therapy really hasn’t helped that much.

For a long time, I was more or less okay. Then things got a lot better when I started publishing as this name and taking the meds. I had a good several years there (with still a lot misery thrown in, if you’ve been following along), but now…

I don’t know. Something feels different since 2019. I know a LOT of people now are far more intimately familiar with depression and anxiety because the collective global trauma that is Covid, and certainly it’s made things worse for me in some vague, nebulous way (I somehow still haven’t caught Covid, as far as I know, despite a lot of exposure, or lost anyone to it, we’ll see how long that luck holds out), but I was already beginning to have some kind of problem.

I know part of it is that in 2018, Amazon threatened me and triggered an existential crisis that has given me hitherto unexplored realms of anxiety to this very day. I’m likely stuck with it. Although I was a somewhat anxious person before, it’s obvious to me now that permanent damage was done in 2018 when Amazon did that.

But it’s more than that now. The best word I have for it is: anhedonia. It means the inability to feel pleasure. I know there are treatments for this, but nothing seems to work. The medications I still take to help don’t really seem to help anymore, (but oh boy do I feel it if I STOP taking them!). I’ve tried over half a dozen new meds over the past two years and every last one of them fucked with me in a new, often intolerable way. (One of them literally removed my empathy for about a month.)

My problem is that more and more I just have this feeling of “what fucking difference does anything make?”. And it isn’t necessarily a conclusion I’m logically reaching, (because I certainly could reach that conclusion with how absolutely FUCKED the world is right now, and the fact that I’ll likely see the end of humanity within my lifetime), it’s more just an emotional sense that is being forced on me.

Believe me, I would fucking LOVE to be able to just distract myself with video games, movies, books, music, whatever. And sometimes I still can, but there’s longer stretches of ‘I actively don’t want to do anything’. It’s hard to describe, but there are times where every single thing I might do, (go for a walk, play a video game old or brand new, read a book, talk to someone), my brain violently rejects it, so I’m stuck with this torturous feeling of wanting to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING, but also intensely rejecting every single thing that comes to mind.

As in, anything I decide to try, my brain convinces me: trying this will actually make you feel worse than you do right now.

This makes writing basically impossible a lot of the time.

I’m not suicidal, but something has changed. Before 2018, if I was ever asked if I’d commit suicide, my answer had always been an immediate ‘no’. It was a no brainer. Mostly because I’m scared to die, but also because I like a lot about life. But now? I don’t really want to die, but there are times where I don’t necessarily want to keep living.

The real problem that I’m seeing is this: I am familiar with despair and hopelessness, but the only times I felt hopeless before 2018-2019 was during extremely emotionally volatile times. It’d pass, usually within a few hours. But now I have times where I feel logically hopeless. Because there’s a crucial difference between having an emotional response and coming to a conclusion.

I don’t really know how to end this blog post. I’m still working on my new novel. I know people are going to want to offer me advice, but it just feels fucked. I was on Vitamin D supplements earlier this year and for awhile that helped, but then it stopped helping, even though I’m still taking them. I should exercise more, but I can’t seem to tolerate it long enough to make it a habit. It’s like there’s some hard block in my brain. People always say ‘find an exercise you like or can tolerate and do that’ but I can’t tolerate fucking any of it. Even when I do it, it never seems to help. I know there’s always more meds, and that’s likely my only real recourse, but getting to a doctor is so fucking hard these days, and I’m more reluctant than ever to try yet another new antidepressant that might fuck me up in some new way.

I don’t know. I haven’t lost hope, but the needle has definitely moved in the wrong direction over the past few years, and I don’t know how to fix any of this.