Parasexual 5 Sneak Preview!

Parasexual 5 is going pretty well! I’d say it’s about halfway written right now, maybe a little over half. And since we’re at that point, I figured it was time to release the sneak preview. Here is the first chapter of the story. And here is where you can access the first two chapters of the story, if you are a 1$/month patron or higher.

“Are you doing okay, honey?”

Alex jerked slightly as Brianna broke the silence that had settled over them and remained for, he realized, a good twenty minutes now. Only the quiet, peaceful calm of the ambient music she had started playing at some point during their trip had been audible. Though he had hardly realized it, thoughts running, sprinting through his head as he anxiously tried to work out exactly how he was going to manage the upcoming task.

Releasing his debut album, managing a four way relationship with three paranormal women, and even moving to a new city seemed to pale in comparison to what he was about to do: explain some of it to his parents.

He’d been trying to figure out what in the fuck to say to them the entire time.

“I’m kind of freaking out,” he admitted, looking away from the window he’d been staring out of, not really seeing the landscape flash by as they drove down the highway. The fact that they were driving on a highway wasn’t helping.

“I understand. Talk to me,” she replied, reaching over and taking one of his hands in hers.

Her skin was very hot. Side effect of being a werewolf, he had learned. And holy fuck did it make sex amazing. Alex stopped that train of thought, and much more easily than he would have at pretty much any other time, because he needed to focus, and that really highlighted just how anxious he was. He’d been exposed to more sex than he even thought possible over the past month, which had the paradoxical effect of not alleviating his sex obsession, but strengthening it.

“I guess I’m really considering how to handle telling my parents about...all of it. The moving, the relationship, my ‘career’ change, as if I even fucking had a career to begin with before this point,” he explained.


“And...I’m going to lie to them. That’s what I’ve been leaning towards since the beginning, that’s what I did in the beginning, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“All right. What are you going to lie to them about?” she asked with a remarkably calm diplomacy. He almost laughed.

“The fact that I’m in a poly relationship. They...especially my mother...just wouldn’t get it. It’s too much. I’m also not going to tell them that you are a paranormal, or that I’ll be living with anyone but you. I’m also not going to mention what happened with Jeremiah. At all. They really would flip their shit. But moving to Thorne, living with you, trying my hand at being an ambient musician, I’ll tell them that.”

“And when they want to visit? Lapis will probably agree to hide or go out for the day, but Aurora won’t on general principle. Although I suppose we could rent out a fake apartment...”

“No,” he said, then sighed. “That’s a ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it’, moment. They don’t really like to travel. If I have to own up to the open relationship with paranormals, I will, and I’ll stand by it, I’m not going to lie that far, because I’m not ashamed of you or Aurora or Lapis or anything we do together, it’s just-”

“I know, Alex,” Brianna said. She smiled, squeezed his hand gently, and then let go, replacing her own hand on the wheel again. “I wasn’t trying to imply that. I’m with you on this decision. I just wanted to know how far you wanted to take it.”

“...okay,” he murmured, and that seemed to satisfy Brianna for the time being.

He glanced out the window again.

It had been eight days since he had sat down in the kitchen of the lake house with the women in his life and made some decisions with them. Those had been eight great days. After the decisions had been made, it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, from all of theirs really, and they had truly settled in to enjoy themselves.

There had been a lot of sex.

They had explored the town more, gone for long, meandering walks through the woods, along the coast. They had spent more time with the mermaids, and that had been just wonderful. Altogether, it was the vacation he had been hoping for.

Yesterday, they had packed up and headed home, and begun making plans.

There was a lot to do.

But something that Alex and Brianna needed to do before they could meaningfully progress was to wrap up their lives in Alex’s hometown. It should be a relatively easy affair, though that wasn’t what Alex had originally thought, given the fact that Brianna had a house to deal with. But, she reminded him, she had rented it, not bought it. Now, the rental agreement wasn’t up for about another year or so, and so she did have to talk with the person she was renting from, which was on their list of shit to do, but that was a lot easier than having to suddenly sell a house. There were a few other things to do, but those were the main ones.

Presently, they were driving Lapis’s car. She had been kind enough to let them borrow it, given the fact that they were moving. She was presently in her apartment, happily locked up and catching up on her work.

After getting her car and dropping them off, he and Brianna had hit the road immediately, given that they had a fucking long drive ahead of them. They’d made it a bit over halfway there and had stopped in a hotel for the night, fucked, slept, fucked again in the night and then in the morning, grabbed some breakfast, and hit the road once more. Now, they were almost to his hometown, perhaps half an hour from his parent’s house.

He wasn’t handling it too well.

And one reason in particular…

Alex flipped down the sunvisor and checked his neck in the little mirror there, frowning, gently rubbing the skin where Aurora had bitten him over a week ago.

“It’s fine, honey,” Brianna said without even looking at him. “You can’t even tell. There’s nothing there to see.”

He sighed. “I just want to be sure,” he murmured, twisting around a bit, looking at his skin from all angles. She was right, there was no hint of a wound there, though that was only because they had spent a few hundred bucks on a healing cream meant to speed up the process. That was something his parents absolutely could not see, because they wouldn’t understand at all, and would, in fact, flip the fuck out over it, because there was only one way you got those kinds of marks on your neck. Honestly, he felt bad about it.

He wanted more, and he knew that Aurora wanted more even more than he did.

But they hadn’t been able to share blood even once since the first time, although they had come very close a few times. Brianna had had to stop them more than once, watching them closely every time they had sex. It was bad because they both wanted it terribly. It was fucking intoxicating. Even now, he found himself desperately wanting to feel Aurora drinking his blood. He could really, genuinely see now how humans got addicted to that shit. It wasn’t really that the vampires were using magic on them, it was just that it felt like a fucking drug for both parties.

He sighed softly and flipped the visor back up.

“I know, love,” Brianna said. “Don’t worry. You’ll get those teeth just as soon as we get back.”

“I feel kind of like a freak now,” he muttered.

“Don’t. It’s good.”

“It’s...complicated,” he murmured.

“Tell me about it. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s like...I mean, there’s the kind of surface level weird feeling of the fact that I really like getting bitten by a vampire. That I want my blood sucked. But I mean, that’s something I’ll get over. That’s just, you know, societal pressure speaking. I don’t really care about that. Then there’s the next level down, the one that’s a bit more complicated. It’s...” he sighed again, looking out the window, “...more complicated.”

Brianna waited patiently. The landscape blurred past them.

“It’s a lot more intimate than I thought it would be,” he said finally. “I mean, I know Aurora warned me, and told me about it, but she was right: words really can’t do it justice. It’s one of those things that if you haven’t experienced it personally, then you really don’t know. You can’t know. It’s so...intimate! That’s the best, the absolutely best word, I can think of to describe it. And that would be complicated enough just by itself. But throw it in with the fact that I have you in my life and I love you, and now I have Lapis in my life, too, and we’re all dating and it feels...” He grimaced, looking down at his hands, “ feels like...”

“What?” she asked.


“I thought you’d say that,” Brianna said. He was relieved to hear that she was calm. This had been bugging him for awhile now. “Alex...relationships are fluid. They change, and they’re different between people. Your relationship with Aurora isn’t the same as my relationship with Aurora, or our relationship with each other. This is something you’re going to learn as time goes on, and it’s going to be confusing and uncomfortable at times, but that’s okay. The thing that you need to hear right now is that I’m not jealous, or upset, about the incredibly deep connection you have with Aurora. I’m happy. This is clearly making you two very happy, and honestly I saw this coming. I knew Aurora would like you, and honestly, she’s going to fall in love with you.”

He blinked and slowly looked over at her. “You...think?”

Brianna snorted. “Duh, Alex. They both are. Don’t worry, this is going to be great. I’m pretty sure Aurora is most of the way to loving you, she’ll just need time. And you’re halfway there yourself, you’ll just need more time. Same with Lapis. Love...happens, Alex. You don’t get to decide that. No one does. Sometimes it’s absolutely the best thing in the whole fucking universe and sometimes it’s the absolute worst. In these cases, I predict it’s going to be the fucking best. It’s been the best for us so far, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed immediately. “Yes, it has. I just...okay, yeah, I’ll put that aside for now, I think.”

“Good. Don’t feel like you need to rush anything, or hold off on anything. Just...let it happen. Let it become what it is in its own time. Although...I do have a bit of advice.”


“I think Lapis and Aurora both need to tell you. You needed to tell me, but I think they need to tell you when they’re ready,” she said.

“Okay,” he murmured, and thought that she was right. For their own reasons, they both did need to say it first, he thought.

A few more moments passed.

“Here’s our still wanna hit your parent’s place first?” Brianna asked as she turned off the highway.

He sighed heavily. “Yeah. Let’s get that out of the way.”

Looking up at his parent’s house, what had once been his house, where he had almost been forced to move back to, was now surreal.

It seemed impossible that he had only been gone a few weeks.

It actually felt like months at this point.

He supposed a lot had happened. Alex took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He made sure not to limp as he began walking up towards the front door with Brianna. Although his leg almost never bothered him anymore, unless he moved it in just the wrong way, and it was still a little stiff some mornings, sometimes he caught himself having a very slight limp even though his leg wasn’t bothering him at that time.

It was a strange side effect.

But before he could even finish getting up to the front door, it opened up and his mother was there, waiting for him.

“You’re home,” she said, stepping forward and wrapping him in a hug. “Thank God.”

“I’m fine, mom,” he replied, hugging her back, resisting the urge to either sigh or laugh. He’d always known his mother was kind of overprotective, but now, suddenly, it was like he was looking at all his memories of her with a new light, and he was realizing that it was somehow both worse than he realized and not nearly as bad as he thought. Given what had happened with Jeremiah, he actually got a lot of her paranoia. And yet, given all the bad things that had actually happened to him in his life...she worried way too much.

And, he realized, so did he.

“Yes, I see,” she said after letting him go, and she cast a quick glance at Brianna. “Come in.”

His father was hovering a little farther back in the house, waiting. He’d always been a lot more chill than his mom. Again, something he had always been aware of, but now it was something he was truly coming to appreciate.

They came into the living room and sat down on the couches.

“That was longer than you said it was going to be,” his mother said. “You said a week.”

“I said maybe two weeks, including time there and back, but I also texted you and let you know that I was going to be staying for longer. I was...having a lot of fun,” he replied.

“I see,” she murmured, then sighed. “I guess I’m just glad you’re back and in one piece.”


She heard his tone and immediately tensed and frowned. “What?”

He sighed, suddenly becoming impatient. He calmed himself, or tried to, reminding himself that she was only tense and anxious because she was worried about him, but more and more he was realizing that it was making him feel so...juvenile. Like she thought he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He didn’t think he had it all figured out, he wasn’t delusion, but at this point he had at least a basic grasp on keeping himself alive.

“I’m moving to Thorne,” he said, deciding that there was no way around it. He was just going to have to tell them and face the scrutiny.

“That seems...kind of sudden,” his dad said.

“Well, I’ve had several weeks to think about it. Honestly, I love it there,” he replied.

Alex watched his mother, waiting. She looked like a dozen different reactions had hit her all at once and they were clogged in her brain. Finally, she put on a very forced smile and looked at Brianna. “Would you mind giving us a moment with our son?”

Brianna just smiled. “No.” She squeezed Alex’s hand gently. “I’ll be outside, dear.”

“Okay,” he replied, and felt his anxiety spike. But he made himself relax as he watched her go. Probably what truly helped him relax was the knowledge that there was nothing they could actually do to make him stay here or not do this. He didn’t want it to have to come to that, he did love his parents, but he knew they no longer had any real power over him, as in legal power. But he fully intended to do this with their approval, even if it meant bending the truth and, in some cases, outright lying.

“Alex...why are you doing this all of a sudden?” his mother asked, growing serious and leaning forward as Brianna closed the door behind her.

“Mom, there’s no secret. It’s as it appears: I don’t like living here. I don’t like living in this city. I don’t like living in the conditions I’ve lived in. I finally feel...good.

She sighed softly. “Alex, I’m not trying to burst your bubble, but...going on a vacation in a city and living in a city are two different things.”

“I know. I understand that. But I’m in a pretty secure position. Brianna has...a lot of money.”

“So, what, you’re just going to live off of her?” his mom asked.

“No. I’m going to make a serious attempt at being an ambient musician, like I’ve talked about for years now.”

His mother sighed again, more forcefully this time. “Alex, the chances of that actually working out-”

“Mom,” he said, a little more forcefully than he meant to, “what would you rather? Would you rather I work a job that I hate, and I mean hate, like I’ve been doing since I left high school, or would you rather I actually enjoyed my life for once?”

She sat back a little, looking surprised. He hadn’t meant it to come out that harshly, but he realized that he had actually been fucking miserable for a long time. He was coming to realize a lot recently.

“And if she leaves you? If all her money evaporates? If you’re stuck in this paranormal city?” she asked.

He sighed. “Then you get to come pick me up, and bring me home, and say ‘I told you so’.”

His mother frowned, then glanced at his father. Alex did as well. “You’re awfully quiet,” he said. “What do you think of this, dad?”

His father chuckled. “Alex, I’re going to do this regardless of this conversation’s outcome. I can already tell that. And I can see a change in you since the last time we spoke, and I like it. Part of living life is taking risks. And this is pretty nuts, I gotta admit, but you’re in your twenties, Alex. That’s the time to do things that are nuts. Now’s the time to take a big chance and move across the country and try to follow your dreams. And it sounds like you’ve got a hell of a safety net with her. I think you two are lying about something, or just not telling us, but I also respect your right to privacy, and I think you’re smart, son. I think you’ve put some real thought into this. I think there’s a risk, sure, but you’ve gotta take risks. And this seems like a genuine shot at happiness, and I mean...what more could I possibly want for you than for you to be happy?”

“Well...thanks, dad. That means a lot,” he replied, a little surprised. He looked back to his mother, she was frowning at him still, though not so severely.

Finally, she issued a small sigh. “Just answer me a few questions, honestly. Look into my eyes and help me put these things to rest, will you?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Is Brianna a paranormal?” she asked.

He swallowed, figuring she might ask that. His mom was sharp. “Yes,” he said.

She let out a huff of irritation. “What kind?”

“A werewolf.”

“Holy crap,” his dad muttered, though he sounded a little awed.

“Is she...compelling you, in some way?”

Now he sighed, frustrated. “Mom, no,” he said firmly. “I’m doing this completely of my own volition. But...I can understand your hesitation, and your anxiety. I really can. I know there’s a lot of crap out there about paranormals. I met a lot of them out there in Thorne. She’s very in with that community, and not one of them tried to hurt me, or take advantage of me. They were kind to me. We just...had fun. I’m honestly finding at this point that I get along better with paranormals than with my own kind.”

Still his mother hesitated, and he decided to try and drive the point home harder. “Mom, outside of the two of you, Brianna and her friends have treated me with more kindness, and honesty, and respect, and compassion than anyone else in my life, okay? I know...this seems crazy. Like, I get it. This is a really big change, and it does seem kind of sudden. I’m getting used to it myself. But I’ve been unhappy for a long time, and I’ve mostly hidden it from you, because I wasn’t suicidal or incapacitated by depression or anxiety, I was just...waiting for my life to get better. And I’m tired of waiting. Surely you must have known some of how I felt.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes. I know. I’ve always done my best to help you, but...”

“But there are some problems you have to figure out yourself,” he said, and she nodded. “That’s what I’m doing. I’m figuring out how to be happy, how to build a life for myself. I honestly believe you want what’s best for me, and I understand that from your perspective, it might be difficult to take me at my word, because I probably still seem so young to you. I’m not saying I know everything, but...I am saying that this...feels right. And is, at least, worth trying.”

She looked at him for a long moment, then over at his father, who just gave her a small nod, then back to him. Finally, she let out her breath in a long exhalation. “Okay, Alex. I’m sorry...about my questions. I know it must seem terribly close-minded, but I’m not wrong to be at least a little paranoid. Paranormals do have abilities, and they have been known to take advantage of humans, and it’s just hard to...” she stopped suddenly, and looked guilty.

He laughed. “You don’t know how to say ‘it’s hard to see what she sees in you’ without making it sound like a massive put-down, right?”

“It’s not that I don’t see amazing qualities in you, Alex. You know I love you, and I think you’re smart, and honest, and kind, but she’s-I know she’s not twenty six, Alex.”

“You’re right. I asked her to lie, and I’m sorry. She’s in her fifties.”

“Holy shit,” his dad muttered.

“And she’s incredibly beautiful, and she’s a very accomplished werewolf, so why would she be interested in a shy, introverted, at best average-looking human from a small town? Believe me, I asked the question myself several times. Still do. I’ll admit, from the outside looking in, it does seem suspicious. But try to trust me, Brianna and I each other. She really does like me. She wants to be with me because I make her happy.” He paused for a moment. “All I’m asking is trust me on this.”

“You’re right,” she replied. “And your father is right. Of course I want you to be happy. Honestly, more than almost anything else, I want you to be happy. Safe, too, obviously, but happy. And this looks like it’s going to make you happy. Just...don’t forget to call every now and then, okay?”

He laughed, flooded with relief. “I’ll call once a week, all right?”

“All right,” she agreed.

He got up, and they hugged, and she cried a little, and he hugged his father. Then Alex went to his room and gathered the things that he wanted to take with him, which fit into a pair of suitcases, and he came back downstairs and hugged them again. They wished him good luck, reminded him to keep in touch, and then he was back out with Brianna.

“You seem happier,” she said as he put his stuff in the back.

“Yes. It went well,” he replied.

“Good.” She smiled, then she kissed him, and then they got into the SUV. “Come on, let’s go get the rest of this over with.”

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (October 2019)


First off, Parasexual 4 is out! Just in case you missed it…

eBook here. Paperback here. Lapis nude here.

Secondly, all of the freebies have new cover art, as well as Exploration! Check it out below! (Some lead to nude versions and some lead to the books themselves, depending on whether or not the nude version is now available through my site.)

These are turning out really well! Next up is My Undead Lover, and the Desire series after that. I’m basically trying to get my backlog updated and out of the way.

Okay, now comes the part where I announce a few things that have changed and that are going to happen.

I was struck very powerfully by this idea last week, and I’ve since decided to run with it, and am thinking about implementing it inasmuch as I can from now on.

I’ve decided to try working only on a single thing at a time, until it is done. To go, and go hard, on whatever it is, until completion. Basically, what I used to do. I really have a love-hate relationship with those notions and realizations you sometimes get that are very powerful but also super fucking obvious. It really goes to show that there genuinely is a difference between knowing something and understanding something. And the fact that some lessons you honestly have to relearn.

Right now, the thing I’m going hard on is Parasexual 5. It is the only thing I am writing, the only thing I am creatively working on at the moment. As a result of this, I’m about one third of the way finished with the novel.

So that’s good.

Also, before I move on, a side note about Parasexual. An important one. In planning Parasexual 5, I found myself in a very awkward position. As I reached the end of the layout of Parasexual 5, I realized that this is where the series needed to end. Narratively speaking, there should not be a Parasexual 6. It would feel wrong. However, it also would feel wrong to just completely end it at Parasexual 5. So what to do? I’ve decided to write a novella that, at present, is called Parasexual - Epilogue. And it will be exactly that, an epilogue to the story. I will write it immediately after finishing Parasexual 5.

Now comes another big piece of news, and I think this one is really cool! Hopefully you will, too.

While pondering whether or not I should bundle Parasexual 1, 2, &, 3 into a collection, (which I have in fact decided to do, and will do so from now on moving forward with my titles), someone over on my Goodreads page made a really good point. In short, I’ve been looking at my bonus short stories as DLC, but I’ve been going about it all wrong. Following the DLC metaphor, what I’ve basically been doing is making them exclusive to the Game of the Year Edition. Essentially, if you want the DLC, you have to rebuy the whole game series, which is fucked up. So what I need to do is to create a more cost-friendly means of getting the DLC to people who want it, but don’t want to buy the complete collections.

I have decided to bundle them. I’ll release them in packs that contain bonus content from individual series. For example: Bonus Pack #1 will contain all bonus content related to Hellcats, Wanderlust, Exploration, and My Undead Lover. They’ll cost 2.99$, and unfortunately I won’t be able to enroll them in the Kindle Unlimited, but I will run them at discounts from time to time. But the REALLY cool thing about this is that I will be providing brand new, original content to be bundled with these.

I’ve often been struck by the urge to somehow revisit characters in series that I’ve already wrapped up. Normally, the only way I can do this nowadays is with crossovers. However, this would be a really cool way to sort of check in on the characters a little further down the line and see what they’re up to. Now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to touch on every single series, given that I need to be able to generate at least a decent idea for a short, but I’ll try. (Hellcats, for example, comes to mind as one I don’t really have any idea for. It already has SO much bonus content! But that could change.)

One side effect of this is that the bonus shorts that are presently website exclusives will be taken down and will become Kindle exclusive. Based on my traffic, I think the people who are gonna read them already have a long time ago. So be aware of that.

And now we come to the part where I talk about the bad change I need to make.

The more time goes on, the more it’s really looking like allocating any serious amount of time to Crystal Candy is a bad idea for…basically everyone. Me and the readers. We all suffer. On the one hand, I had a really great time writing A Warm Place, and I do really like what came out, for the most part. But consider this for a moment. So far, since April of this year, altogether I’ve written approximately 330,000 words for Crystal Candy, including all four series I’ve worked on, (A Warm Place, Planet of the Bugs, Refuge, Maidens & Mayhem). Assuming a Misty Vixen novel is 60,000 words on average, that’s about 5 novels I could’ve written. I could be up to Haven 5 or Demoness 7 by now. I try not to get too into the numbers and the fiances of it all, but it is my job, my livelihood, and how I basically stay alive and sane. And based on the sales, 330,000 words as Crystal Candy is worth approximately 1/3 the amount of money of 330,000 words as Misty Vixen.

If I was truly smart, I’d drop everything and write Haven 3 right now. Parasexual 4 is doing okay, but Haven 1 and 2 have sold better than anything I’ve ever written, like by a lot. In fact, I just ran some numbers, and Haven 1+2, this month, have earned more than DOUBLE of what Parasexual 1, 2, 3, & 4 have earned. But I don’t want to leave the Parasexual fans hanging like I’ve had to leave Demoness fans hanging. Or, fuck, Women of the Wild fans.

So here’s what’s going to happen: I’m taking down Refuge and Maidens & Mayhem, and basically putting Crystal Candy on ice. I’ll leave up A Warm Place, because like I said, I like it, and it’s finished, and I’ll suspend the Crystal Candy Patreon, because it wouldn’t really be right to keep it going if I’m not producing anything, and then I’ll just shift focus entirely back to Misty Vixen for awhile. I honestly hate to do this, because I’ve gotten some real love from fans of Crystal Candy, but I fucked up. I should have just stayed the course.

We’ll see how it all shakes out. For now, I’m just putting my head down and finishing out Parasexual and, with it, the Paranormal Universe.

I hope some of this news made people happy, and I’m sorry if it pissed people off. I get it. It sucks. Unfortunately, time is everything. Everything costs time, and the thing I’ve been learning my whole career is: How you spend your time matters. Right now, spending it like this makes the most sense.

This is what my schedule is looking like now.

  • Finish Parasexual 5

  • Write Parasexual - Epilogue

  • Assemble and publish Bonus Collection #1

  • Write Haven 3

I’m not sure what’s going to happen after that. I might write another few Haven books to build some momentum, but I know that whenever I can take a break from Haven, Demoness V is next, since I’m still very interested in that one. It’s a lot different than Demoness IV and, in some ways, from the others. But yeah, my main focus for 2020 will likely be writing as much Haven as I can, since a lot of people seem to like that, and maybe getting in a novel that I need to write here or there, like Sex & Survival 4, and also getting bonus packs out in between main releases.

So, thank you for helping me however it is you may have helped me, I seriously appreciate it. I hope you continue to enjoy what I have to offer. Wish me luck.

Parasexual 4 Is Out Now!!!


Parasexual 4 is finally here!

Although I feel like I managed to write this one in a much more reasonable amount of time.

You can buy it as an eBook for 3.99$, or read it in the Kindle Unlimited, right here!

Or you can purchase it as a paperback for 9.99$ right here!

And if you want to see the sexy succubus on the cover, (that’s Lapis), totally naked, you can do so (if you are a 5$/month patron) right here!

All in all, I’m okay with how Parasexual 4 turned out. I have to admit, it was a little weird to write, because it’s a bit more emotional than I’m used to. Plus, I’m still really uncertain when it comes to a story that doesn’t revolve around struggling to survive against the elements and/or fighting monsters or assholes with guns. So hopefully it turned out well. This was kind of a ‘turning point’ story, and also kind of a perfect storm, where a bunch of shit sort of had to happen at once. I try to pace it out, but sometimes the story just dictates it.

Anyway, Parasexual 5 will begin soon. I’ve got a rough idea of how I want to do it, I just need to take a week or so to plan it, then I’ll dive right in.

Official Synopsis:

Alex's life has changed forever.

After being driven off a highway in the middle of a thunderstorm, getting his leg broken in the ensuing crash, and witnessing two of the most important people in his life nearly murdered by a crazed, jealous vampire, it feels as though Alex's life has shattered into pieces. Now he is in recovery, physically, emotionally, mentally. Everything feels in a state of flux, and it's like he's still in shock, even a week later.

After learning that the magical treatment he received for his broken leg has worked, Alex makes a snap decision and asks Brianna to take him to an isolated location to rest and recover. She chooses a small, seaside town an hour away, and Aurora and, surprisingly, Lapis, his online friend who he has been trying to connect with since coming to Thorne, go with him. As they make their way there, Alex knows that he needs to answer some questions.

Where will he take his life now? How serious are his relationships with Aurora and Lapis? What does he want to do with his life, his ambitions to be a musician? As the dust begins to settle, and he starts to map out the new shape his life has taken in the wake of his attempted murder, he will have to answer these questions and more...

PARASEXUAL 4 contains several scenes of emotional, highly sexual encounters between one twenty-something human and a werewolf, a vampire, and a succubus, and a few others.

A Question of Collections

Hey so, I was just kind of sitting there, and it hit me just now that I could, with ease, put together a collection of Parasexual 1 -3 for 9.99$.

Anyone who has followed me since before 2018 knows that Collections used to be half my fucking business model. To be honest, I didn’t super like doing them, because I was always riding what felt like a razor’s edge.

I wanted to write exclusive material for all the collections, because on the one hand, I wanted to make it worth purchasing, instead of just a generic repackaging, (which I have ended up breaking down and doing for Crystal Candy), but I didn’t want to make it too interesting, because then people who don’t want to or can’t afford to purchase the packs would feel like they’re missing out.

I looked at it as kind of DLC, which itself rides this line. You should be able to play the game without ever touching the DLC and enjoy it as a whole, but if you decide to buy the DLC, it should be worth buying and enrich your experience.

I think I got kinda good at it, but it WAS a bit of a pain.

So now I’m wondering if I should go ahead and keep doing it for future titles. And maybe even as a way to collect previous titles, (maybe like have a My Undead Lover/Exploration combo pack with bonus content or something?)

I don’t really know, because I also ride the line between trying to provide a fair service, and trying to make money. It gets hard to determine where that line is drawn, for obvious reasons.

Does anyone have any opinions? Because I have to admit, there is a part of me that is actually really into the idea of writing bonus content.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (September 2019)

Surprise, surprise, I ran into more problems!

But it was a decently productive month, all things considered.

First off, I finally finished editing Haven! That was…embarrassing. And it was a lesson well learned: I will never try to release something without going over it at least once again. (As Misty Vixen…) Luckily, the ‘editing it as I write it’ approach actually seems to be working. At least better than anything else is.

Also, the Haven paperback is finally out!

With that editing job out of the way, I’m now editing Demoness - Farewell For Now. After that I think I’ll knock the freebies out of the way, since they’re all getting new cover art.

I kind of failed on the Parasexual 4 front. If nothing had gone wrong, and I’d managed to keep my schedule, I’d be announcing that it was published. But that isn’t what happened. Instead, I’m just over halfway done. I’m…dealing with some shit, behind the scenes, which is as far as I want to go into it. It’s making writing hard.

I also managed to get the first three stories in my new Crystal Candy series MAIDENS & MAYHEM written.

If you don’t know, it’s basically a fantasy harem where a wandering adventurer decides to buy a guild, stop wandering, help out a town that needs it, and fuck a lot of hot women who also want to help the town.

Crystal Candy is…not going great at the moment. It’s left me feeling overwhelmed and overworked. For that reason, I have finally come to the decision to scale back my Crystal Candy operation. Here is a blog post going into detail, but the short of it is that Crystal Candy is causing me a shitload of extra anxiety, and it was supposed to just be supplementary, but it’s taken up my number one slot of focus, when Misty Vixen should be that, so I’m easing up on it. I’m not going to have any kind of real schedule for Crystal Candy, I’ll more work on it when I can, (with an effort to get SOMETHING done for it every day at least, even if it’s just a few hundred words), and instead I’m going to put most of my focus on Misty Vixen.

So, right now I’m going to try and finish Parasexual 4 very soon. And with the focus shift, that should be easier. I’m also making progress on Kyra’s Game. And once Parasexual 4 is published, I’ll dive right into Parasexual 5.

Parasexual 4 Sneak Preview!

Hello, everyone!

I’m finally writing Parasexual 4! Oh how good it feels to get on with that series. As of right now, I’d say I’m about a quarter done. I’ve been actually managing to largely keep up with it and make some progress on it every single day since starting it. I’m putting in about two thousand words per day, which is really adding up, and so far it feels pretty good.

If I can maintain this pace, I may actually get it done by the end of the month, given that I already have the cover, and I’m editing as I go, and this probably won’t be as long as Parasexual 3. I’m looking at between 40-50,000 words.

Anyway, here is the first chapter! And if you want to also read the second chapter, then please visit my Patreon! If you are a 1$/month user, you can read it!

“Are you okay, Alex?” Helena asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, panting a little, looking down at her. He was currently sitting on the counter in Aurora’s bathroom, because it was about high enough for a seven-foot woman to kneel down and give you a blowjob.

Helena stuck her tongue out and dragged it up the bottom of his dick. “You seem like you’re in pain.”

“I am,” he replied, “but it’s fine, just...keep going.”

“Well, I suppose orgasms are natural painkillers,” she murmured, and then leaned forward and put his dick back into her big mouth.

“Oh...fuck,” he whispered as the pleasure hit him like a hammer.

This is exactly what he needed after all the crap he’d been through recently. Although he’d certainly been getting it enough from Brianna and Aurora lately, which was fantastic, but he had actually really missed Helena. She had been busy in the week that had passed since she’d saved his damned life. Well, technically a week had passed since she’d come to visit him in the hospital, but the fact that a day and a half had passed between those two events was still messing with him, since he’d been unconscious the entire time.

She stopped sucking him off and spat a huge gob of spit onto the head, then wrapped one large fist around it and began massaging it, making him groan and tense, then grunt in pain. Tensing his leg still hurt.

“You want to bust twice? Once in my mouth, once in my pussy?” she asked, looking up at him with her brilliant blue eyes. She had chopped off most of her bright blonde hair since last he’d seen her, and it was a really sexy look.

“Yes, definitely,” he replied.

She laughed. “Figured.”

The way it felt as she massaged just the head, squeezing firmly but carefully, lit the whole thing up with total bliss, and he knew he was close. Which was fine, because all the women he hooked up with seemed interested in shorter blowjobs than longer ones. Helena put it back in her mouth and began bobbing her head again, dragging her lips lovingly across the head again and again. Alex felt a strong sense of strangeness as he watched her work. She was topless now, wearing only some cargo pants that had been ripped off high up on the thigh, and her huge boobs looked just fantastic, swaying gently as she sucked his dick.

Before hooking up with Brianna, and even for awhile after that, honestly, he never thought that he would get his dick sucked and then ridden by an honest-to-goodness Valkyrie. A real, seven-foot-tall, badass and built Valkyrie. Let alone one who was several hundred years old. But Helena liked him, or seemed to, or at least was doing him and/or Brianna a favor.

Either way, after all the fucking shit that had happened to him recently, he was just letting himself enjoy this whole experience. He needed it.

And speaking of enjoying…

“Oh fuck, Helena,” he groaned, “gonna...pop!”

He cried out as he started coming. Helena moaned, cupping his balls in one huge hand and gently massaging them, and he groaned loudly in response. She worked his cock like a professional, letting it twitch and spasm and jerk in between her luscious red lips as he emptied his seed into her mouth. Each contraction of his dick sent a fresh spurt of seed into her mouth and a new pulse of unmitigated bliss careening through his body, like a wave of intensely pink light. He moaned loudly, panting, lost completely in the timeless place of an orgasm, his hand resting on top of her head. The pain in his leg seemed distant and wonderfully faraway.

“Oh, Helena! Oh my fucking...oh, Helena it feels so fucking good!” he moaned incoherently as she sucked him totally dry. He leaned back against the mirror above Aurora’s sink, hand on her head, feeling her soft, warm hair against his skin, and the absolute totality of orgasmic rapture. Helena sucked it all out and then slowly pulled him out of her mouth.

“There, feel better?” she asked, gently laying a hand on his bad leg, over the bandage. Her touch was warm and comforting.

“Much,” he managed, panting. “That was a really good one.”

“You sure came enough,” she replied. He just nodded, getting his breath back. She stood up and stretched, popping her neck loudly. “So where are they? I thought for sure they’d want to be here, watching us fuck.”

“Uh, they went on a grocery run,” Alex replied, but he felt a sense of unease slip into him as he said it. She had a point, and on top of that, both of them, especially Brianna, had hardly left his side all week.

“Gonna get a drink,” Helena said after a moment, then walked out of the bathroom. Alex lingered a moment longer, then got up carefully and followed her. It felt weird to walk around stark naked in someone else’s apartment, especially with a woman around, but less weird than it had before, especially considering he’d already stuck his cock into Helena before. He found her in the kitchen, draining a bottle of wine.

“What have you been up to?” he asked.

She finished off the bottle and set it on the counter. “Checking in with my friends and colleagues, revisiting my usual haunts, checking up on the apartment I’ve got in town. Well, I say apartment but really it’s an abandoned studio I bought and converted like twenty years ago. Still, no one’s stupid enough to break in there. The usual, basically. What about you? What have you been doing?” she asked.

They began walking into Aurora’s bedroom.

“Well, after we last talked, I was in the hospital for a few days, resting up with Brianna and Aurora. Said goodbye to Emma, you know. I haven’t seen Evangeline, though.”

“Yeah, that’s how she is. Even busier than I am. I think she may come and visit you as a point of pride, because she said she would, but don’t expect too much from her.”

“I kind of figured. But after they released me, I basically just came back here and...I’ve just been chilling out. I haven’t actually left the apartment since coming home.”

“Any reason?” she asked. The question was innocent enough, but he could detect a hint of concern beneath it.

“Mostly my leg,” he said. “The worst of the pain is gone now. I actually forgot about it for a little while after waking up, until I, you know, looked at it.”

He glanced down at his leg. It had this apparently high-tech, or really high-magic, bandage wrapped around it at the break point. It was waterproof and all that, and he didn’t have to change it, so he could shower without a problem, though it did kind of itch sometimes. Honestly, Alex knew that he had no right to complain at all. He knew that without magic, broken bones took months to heal properly, and with most of it in a cast.

“But otherwise, I guess...I haven’t really felt, you know, ready, I guess. To go back out there. It was, uh, the whole thing was a bit much, you know?”

“I understand,” she said.

“Thanks again for...saving my life.”

She laughed softly. “Really it was Evangeline who saved your life, but you’re welcome.”

“Ultimately, I have to leave today whether I’m ready or not,” he said, sitting down on Aurora’s bed. Well, recently it had been his bed, too. His and Brianna’s and Aurora’s. He never thought he’d be sharing a bed with two hot, naked, paranormal women who both regularly wanted to fuck him. It seemed even more unlikely than having sex with a Valkyrie.

“How’s that?” she asked, taking her pants off.

“Doctor’s appointment. One week checkup. The wrap comes off...I’m nervous there’s gonna be a scar.”

“Oh come on now, Alex. Scars are hot,” she said. As she finished dropping her shorts, (she wore no panties), she posed, showing off her own body, as if to emphasize this. She did have several scars. And...yeah, they were hot.

“They’re hot on you, clearly,” he murmured.

She laughed. “It’ll be hot on you, too. Now lay back, and I’ll ride your cock until you come.”


He scooted back onto the bed until he was laying on his back in the middle. She climbed onto the bed, and over him, looking as massive and imposing as ever. She gripped his cock and began to massage it gently.

“Why did you come over?” he asked. “You kind of just...showed up and offered to blow and fuck me. Uh, not that I’m complaining at all.”

She laughed. “I remembered that I meant to see you all again, called Brianna and asked if now was a good time. She told me to come over and fuck and suck you, if I wouldn’t mind. And I don’t. I’ve been intending to have sex with you again. Plus, this fits into my schedule. Don’t take it the wrong way but...I got a lot to do today, so I had to squeeze you in.”

“Oh no, I’m more than thrilled to be part of your schedule,” he replied.

She laughed. “That’s what I like about you. You make it easy.” She looked down. He was already hard again. “You definitely make it easy, you ready for pussy? ‘Cause I’m so ready for this dick,” she said, smirking at him.

“Ready,” he replied.

“Good. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

“I trust you,” he said as she straddled him.

“I’m glad.”

She lined his dick up with her Valkyrie vagina, which was completely smooth and beautiful and glistening, and he could feel heat actually coming off of her, and he felt a thrill of tremendous excited lust rush through him, and then she lowered herself, her enormous hips working, thigh muscles bulging.

She penetrated herself with his rock-hard cock and moaned loudly.

“Oh my fucking God, Helena,” he whispered as she slipped him inside of her tight, slippery wet vagina. She felt simply amazing inside, a perfection of pleasured paradise. Reaching forward, she grabbed the headboard and began to ride him. Slowly, carefully, she slid her vagina up and down his rigid cock, and the pleasure felt like it was melting him. He groaned loudly and stared up at her enormous breasts as they hung down over him. They were the biggest tits he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he reached up and grasped them, groping them in a nearly catatonic state of absolute lust. Listening to her moan loudly, he laid there and enjoyed being fucked by a Valkyrie. It was truly an experience.

And it helped take him away from all the bad shit. From the fact that his leg had been broken, and still hurt. The fact that he was, admittedly, kind of scared to leave the apartment. The fact that someone had tried to straight-up murder him and his girlfriend and her best friend by crashing into them and sending them rolling down a fucking embankment off the highway in the middle of the goddamned night, then came at them with a gun. Or the fact that he was now having nightmares just about every night.

“You like that?” Helena asked with an unshakable confidence. He wondered if she had ever disappointed anyone, in her life, in bed.

Probably not.

“Oh fuck yes,” he panted as she kept riding him. She was careful and very in control, her huge, pale body looming over him. He looked down between them, where their crotches met, and saw her tremendously powerful thighs and her huge, broad hips, and his cock disappearing into her again and again, and the pleasure seemed to magnify.

“You’re gonna make me come, Alex,” she murmured.

“I’m just...laying here,” he groaned.

She laughed. “Your dick feels really good, and I think you’re really cute.”

“Here, let me-fuck!”

“No, no, handsome,” she said, gently placing a hand against his chest. A big hand. He could feel the enormity of her strength. “You just relax, that was our deal, remember? Brianna and Aurora would be wicked pissed at me if I hurt you.”

“That’s true,” he murmured, then relaxed. “Although it’d be me hurting myself like an idiot, not you.”

She laughed. “I suppose so. Still, I don’t want to see you hurt. Now relax.”


He went back to groping her huge, hanging breasts as she kept riding him carefully. She had an incredible amount of control in her movements, which didn’t just take strength but a certain amount of dexterity and spacial awareness. She started to go faster, which was even more impressive, and he listened to her moaning. Her voice grew in pitch and her moans came faster. Fuck, she was going to come. He’d come to recognize that particular set of moans among the women he had become intimate with lately.

It was a very nice sound to hear.

“Yes, Alex...yes, fuck...oh my-fuck!” she cried, and she reached out again and grabbed the headboard tightly.

Alex groaned loudly as he felt her Valkyrie vagina begin to clench and spasm around his dick, felt that gush of feminine sex juices escaping her. And she continued to ride him, increasing the already intense pleasure he was feeling, and it catapulted him over the edge and into the wonderful, pink abyss of his own orgasm.

He had to admit, orgasming bareback into a seven foot Valkyrie as she rode you and was enjoying her own orgasm was a hell of a fucking way to help you forget your problems. For some uncertain moment in time, there was only him and Helena and their sexual unity. He felt himself coming undone, emptying himself into her paranormal pussy, and he felt his leg muscles tensing and releasing in response to the orgasm, and the pleasure was so intense that it didn’t even hurt, or if there was pain, it was very distant.

He came for what felt like a long time, and then he was done, and he collapsed against the bed, feeling very relaxed and very good.

Helena looked down at him with an expression that somehow conveyed both a sort of loving kindness, and smug satisfaction. “There,” she said, almost as if proving a point, and she stood up. His softening cock fell out of her and she walked off the bed, stepping down and walking across the room, back towards the bathroom. He looked at her ass as she went. Fuck, she had such a massive ass. He listened to her clean herself up, then, a moment later, she returned, holding some of her clothes. She took a moment to hunt down the rest, and began dressing.

“Sorry to fuck and run but, like I said, I’ve got places to be,” she said.

“It’s fine. You were amazing. I’m glad we fucked,” he replied.

“The kind of thing I like to hear,” she said as she pulled her pants up and buttoned them. He grunted as she sat her big ass down on the bed hard enough that it shifted him a little violently. “Sorry,” she said, pulling her boots on.

“It’s fine,” he replied, then he sighed. “I need to get ready anyway...what time is it?” he muttered, glancing at Aurora’s digital clock on the bedside table. “Almost two, great. We gotta be there by three. Or, well the appointment is at three, and you know how they are, want you there fifteen minutes early, even if they don’t need you there fifteen minutes early...ugh, I wanted to stay in for the rest of the day. But I can’t.” He sat up.

“Alex,” Helena said, and he immediately looked over at her. There was something in her tone, an immediate heaviness. “I know what you went through was bad, and I know it was bad for you, because I don’t think you’ve gone through anything close to that. And honestly, even after a few hundred years at this, I’m still not really great with words,’s okay to not be okay. Pretending you’re okay doesn’t help. Don’t lie to the people you’re closest to, and don’t lie to yourself. Let yourself...freak out, or cry, or worry. You need to acknowledge what happened. But you also can’t let it change you for the worse. I know that a lot of people don’t get that choice. Some people wind up with PTSD, or anxiety problems, and it isn’t their fault. But if you can...try to be stronger from this. Don’t let what he did own you, or keep you from doing things you want to do. And...I guess, take some time to let everything settle. You’re life got shaken up really bad, and you need to take some time to let the dust settle, and see what exactly you’re working with before going forward.”

They looked at each other for a long time.

“Thank you, Helena,” he said finally.

She smiled, and this time there was nothing but kindness and understanding in it. She opened her arms, and he went over to her and hugged her. She held him firmly. “I’ve been through a lot of really bad shit, Alex, so I know how it hurts. I like you, and I want you to heal.” They hugged for another minute longer, and after they released each other, she looked around. “Where’s your phone?”

“Uh, here,” he said, grabbing it from the bedside table.

“I want to give you my number. My personal number,” she said.

“Okay.” He unlocked his phone and passed it to her. “Not that I’m complaining but...any real reason?”

She finished punching her number in and passed it back. “If you need to talk, about whatever, even just to complain or yell or cry or something, and you want it to be me. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning. Like, I really don’t care what time it is. I’ll answer it, okay?”

“Wow...thanks. I, um, I don’t know what else to say. This is...really appreciated,” he murmured.

“Thanks is enough,” she said. Then she kissed him again and stood up. “Think about what I said. And I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied.

“So long for now, Alex.”

“So long for now, Helena,” he said, feeling a little dazed. That was...unexpected. Not unpleasant though. The opposite.

He listened to her leave, and before too long, a drive to be at least somewhat responsible forced him to get up, walk into the bathroom, and start up the shower. He was scared, and he didn’t want to leave the apartment for that reason, but also he was tired. It was a strange kind of lethargy. He’d felt it in the hospital, but had passed it off as a side effect of painkillers and recovering from damn near dying. But it had persisted, followed him to the apartment, and had yet to release him. It was a kind of sluggish exhaustion that let him fall off right away when he laid down to sleep, and to stay under for ten or twelve hours at a time.

He could tell that Brianna and Aurora were worried.

It also felt like a mental exhaustion. He hadn’t even tried to work on his music. Mostly he’d just slept, had sex, and played video games or watched cartoons. Brianna and Aurora had been fucking him two to three times a day. Apiece. He could tell they felt guilty, especially Brianna, which made him feel guilty, but it wasn’t like they didn’t want to have sex with him, and he obviously wasn’t extorting it out of them at all.

No, he supposed, what was making him uncomfortable with it was he could tell that they were using it as a kind of emotional band-aid. They were, in their own ways, telling him, or really telling themselves, that they were making it all better with sex. But he didn’t know how to successfully convey to them that he didn’t blame either of them. Really, he kind of blamed himself, but mostly he just blamed Emma’s asshole ex-husband.

It was just...shitty circumstances, combined with one person deciding to do something horrible and unnecessary.

By the time he finished washing up and drying off, he heard the front door to the apartment open, and hated that there was a bolt of fear that hit him, because what if it was someone coming to finish the job? He mostly believed that Jeremiah had been successfully intimidated by Evangeline, and was in enough legal trouble as it was. (He had already given a statement to the police before leaving the hospital, a lengthy one, and they said he might have to appear in court later, something he really wasn’t looking forward to.)

But...what if?

Then he relaxed as he heard Brianna call out, “Alex? Honey?”

“I’m in the bedroom, babe!” he called back.

He gathered his clothes as he listened to them setting groceries down in the kitchen, and then Brianna came into the room. She looked a little relieved, and a little guilty. Which again made him feel guilt.

Goddamn this whole stupid fucking situation Jeremiah had put them all in.

“Did you have fun with Helena?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied as he pulled his boxers on. He winced. “Lots of fun.”

“Let me help you,” she said, hurrying over and grabbing up his jeans.

“I can put my pants on,” he replied, but without much conviction. It did hurt to bend down and grab them.

“That isn’t what I said, love,” Brianna murmured as she began getting his legs into the pants.

“This is embarrassing,” he muttered as she pulled his pants up, had him stand, and pulled them up the rest of the way.

“It doesn’t have to be, Alex. It’s not like I’m secretly thinking that you’re pathetic or anything, honey. I don’t mind helping you...I want to help you...I like helping you,” she said.

“I know, I know. Sorry,” he replied.

She looked up at him, still on her knees, as she buttoned his jeans, then bit her lower lip, looking down at his crotch. “You know, I’m on my knees here...”

He laughed. “Super tempting, but we don’t have time. And I don’t think I could get it up again so soon. Helena was...vigorous.”

First Brianna smirked, then she frowned. “She wasn’t too rough, was she?”

“No, no, not at all,” he replied. “She was very careful, and very...sweet. She gave me her personal number, to call in case I needed to talk.”

“Wow,” Brianna whispered, and finished buttoning and zipping his jeans. “That’s...a big deal. Not a lot of people have that number.”

“I kind of figured. She told me, legitimately, to call anytime, day or night, if I really felt like I needed it.”

“Helena’s a great person,” Brianna said. “Um...I guess I should get ready. Here, lemme change. I want to wear something a bit less...lazy ass twenty-something.” She looked down at herself. She was wearing a t-shirt and some sweatpants.

“You look pretty fucking good,” he said, staring at her.

She laughed. “You always think that.”

“It’s always true.”

She hesitated, then she leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “I love you, Alex,” she said, her lips so close to his they brushed them when she spoke.

“I love you too, Brianna,” he replied, feeling a warm, comforting rush as he heard those words, and said them back to her.

That was something that was a very positive development in their relationship, at least. He only felt better about saying that, and he was happy that he could say it and mean it, and Brianna seemed positively thrilled. He studied her as she began stripping naked. In a lot of ways, she still blew his fucking mind.

Brianna was, by several magnitudes, more attractive than he was.

He felt like...maybe a six, dating a fucking ten. Honestly, dating a fifteen. She was a goddamned werewolf. But in her human form, she was almost six feet tall, very trimly built, with firm, small muscles on an athletic frame, pale skin, and big fucking tits. Like, goddamn she had some big tits. And they looked even bigger because she was skinny. Her black hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. Every movement was smooth and fluid, like a professional dancer. She didn’t really seem to hesitate in anything she did.

“Oh hey, hello.”

They both looked over. Aurora stood in the doorway with a smirk, studying Brianna closely, who was presently crouched naked on the floor, sorting through her suitcase, which she had yet to actually unpack.

“You gonna fuck? Can I watch?” she asked. “I would’ve thought Helena would have worn you out, Alex.”

“She did,” Brianna replied, “I’m just getting dressed. We need to get to the hospital.”

“Oh yeah, fuck, that’s today, huh? You want me to go?” Aurora asked.

“We’ll be fine, Aurora. I know you want to chill out and get high. We won’t be gone for that long,” Brianna replied.

“Yeah, fair enough.” She walked over to Alex and looked at him with a smile. Like a lot of the women now in his life, she was quite tall. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied.

She gave him a hug and a kiss on the mouth. “Okay. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll leave you two love bugs alone.”

“Isn’t it love birds?” he asked as she began walking away.

“Nope,” she replied without further explanation, and disappeared into the living room.

“Here we go,” Brianna muttered. She pulled some panties on, and then pulled on some tight jeans, a sports bra, and a t-shirt. “Okay, now I’m closer to an adult. I’d wear a dress, but we’re going to a fucking hospital.” She walked over and took his hand. “Ready, honey?”

“Ready,” he said.

They began walking out of the apartment.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (August 2019)


Holy fucking shit, Haven 2 is FINALLY OUT. I’m sorry that it took SO long.

You can buy it for 4.99$, or read it through the Kindle Unlimited, here.

You can buy it as a paperback for 9.99$ right here.

You can see Cait totally fucking naked on my Patreon right here. (Her tits are AMAZING.) As always, it’ll be out within a month on my site and Twitter.

So, I actually got a lot of shit done recently.

First and foremost, I finally not only finished editing Wanderlust, but I managed to get all of the new cover art for it! And it looks fantastic!!


I think these covers are just fantastic. I love them a lot, and this is the design I’ll be using to replace most of my backlog, and also be using going forward. Noteable exceptions are Demoness, Parasexual, and Women of the Wild. Maybe a few others.

Another thing you may notice is the text. I have gone through and color-coded everything. I also went through and updated the back matter of my books. For a comprehensive list of all the annoying little shit I took care of recently, here’s a blog post, in case you missed it.

There is one notable thing that’s different about Wanderlust. In The Complete Series, I added in a fourth bonus short. All Natural, which originally was featured as a free readable on this site, (and has now been removed), is now the third, of four, free short stories that are placed at the end of the book. It features Owyn’s encounter with another Goddess, Vivian, the Goddess of Nature. Someone pointed out that this was kind of important, and also was mentioned in the final short, so I figured they had a point, and so I edited it and put it in. I also changed the name of the last bonus short from HER STEP MOM to KATRINA, for safety’s sake. Although there haven’t been any problems so far, putting something like ‘step mom’ in the description of your book is kind of like painting a target on your chest when it comes to Amazon and their stupid fucking policies.

And with new cover art, comes new nudes!

Also, Snakeskin got a new cover!


I really love this one, too.

You can see her naked here!

I’m in the process of getting the rest of the freebies covered, but it won’t be finished until about a month from now.

Okay, that’s all the stuff I’ve been doing, what about the stuff I am doing? Or am going to do in the near future? Let’s dig in.

First off, I am editing Haven. I intend to have it edited and the new version replacing the old version by the end of the month. And as soon as that’s done, I’ll release the paperback version. Sorry that took so long.

Secondly, I am still working on Kyra’s Game (my incest sci-fi story) in the background. Going to try and make some progress on that this month. I also got slammed by inspiration for a fantasy incest story and I’ve written a few chapters of that. I kind of wanted to finish Kyra’s Game first, because I’d feel bad about releasing something else. From your perspective, I feel it’d kind of be like: “WTF? You’e been promising Kyra’s Game for fucking ever, and now, before you even finish that, you’re ALREADY working on something else instead of finishing your first promise!?”

Thirdly, and most significantly, my next big project: Parasexual 4. I’m going to start writing it tomorrow. What’s more, I intend to finish the series off this year, and working on nothing else (nothing major), until it is finished. Unless Haven 1/2 like blow the fuck up and then it would be fucking stupid NOT to drop everything and immediately work on Haven 3. But I don’t see that happening. So yeah, I already have the cover art for all three stories, and I have a rough idea for each novel, and now it’s literally just a matter of writing, editing, and publishing. I intend to do this as fast as I reasonably can. Since these aren’t super long novels, if I push myself hard, I may actually be able to get one a month done, which would leave me with like two months left in the year.

Now, given how unlikely it is that everything will go right for three consistent months…well, hopefully I won’t have to eat these words later. Regardless of how long it takes to finish off Parasexual, and the Paranormal Universe at the same time, once Parasexual 6 hits the digital shelves, I will then go to work on Haven 3. And unless things change, plot-wise, Haven 3 will be the end of the initial arc in the story. If you love the series, don’t worry, there’s a LOT more ground to cover, lots of novels yet to come, but the first trilogy will wind things down a little bit, while still leaving a fair amount of threads undone.

And then, unless I get smashed over the head by the baseball bat of inspiration, which HAS been known to happen, once Haven 3 is finished, I believe that I will finally take the time to tackle Demoness V.

Because I REALLY want to write Demoness V.

After that, I’ll probably finally get Sex & Survival 4 written, then dive back into the Haven series. And that is as far as I want to go at predicting the future, because I really suck at it.

Anyway, wish me luck and thank you for reading!

Probably Useless Updates

So as I’ve been complaining about on Twitter, I’ve been putting myself through a shitload of what I’m sure are meaningless updates, since I’m sure 99% of people won’t notice them or even care. I’m just kind of neurotic.

But for those of you who do care, here is a developer-style list of updates I made to all my titles.

  • Removed the intros explaining about the re-release of all my re-released stories, (Wanderlust, Hellcats, Royal Lust, etc.), you know, all my stuff that used to be episodic shorts. I figured it was just cluttering up the beginning of the book, which is important for making a first impression, and at this point everyone who even cares already knows, and if anyone is confused, they can easily reach out to me for clarification.

  • Updated the back matter. So I went through and made tiny tweaks to the backs of all my books, like the descriptions of my other series, as well as my own About Me. Some of it was just minor wording that I thought sounded a little better, but the biggest change is that I’m no longer calling myself an erotica author, since it’s not really true anymore, and I’ve been slowly removing that label from myself. Again, not out of any kind of disparagement to erotica authors, but because I genuinely don’t think I can call myself one anymore. Erotica, by definition, is a plot that relies on sex. Remove the sex, the plot falls apart. That really isn’t true of most of my works nowadays. I also updated the back matter to reflect my new Crystal Candy stuff.

  • Updated the cover art. I’ve decided to color-code my covers. Fantasy is light green, Science Fiction is electric blue, Post-Apocalyptic is red, and Paranormal is hot pink. This is reflected in the color of the text. I also redid the darkness on the tops and bottoms of all them to emphasize the words a little more, and screwed with the placement of the backgrounds and figures a little bit. Ultimately most of this is just prep work for when I get new cover art, but that’s going to take a long time, so I figured I might as well just get it all out of the way now.

  • I checked over all the synopsis of all the books and made minor edits.

  • I tweaked the chapter titles and book titles inside the documents themselves slightly to try and make them all more uniform and look a little bit better.

  • The paperbacks. Oh fucking hell the paperbacks. So, I admittedly have not fucked with MOST of them for one primary reason: I HATE dealing with paperback cover art, and since I’m going to be getting drip-fed the covers slowly over the course of the next year, I figured I might as well just space out the task. I mean honestly, I sell maybe a dozen paperbacks during a good month, so it’s not like people are desperate for these. I also removed those intros from re-releases and updated the back matter for paperbacks as well.

  • I added tables of contents to the freebies. Stupid, I know, but I was looking over them and it just felt weird not to have them. Plus, Amazon probably likes it. I once got sent a message warning me that one of my titles (I think it was Large & Lovely?) didn’t have a table of contents, and I was like…yeah, it’s a fucking short story, like why would it need one? Now I’m a little more pro with the back matter and stuff, so I can at least stuff a really basic ToC in there, lol.

  • Something really fucking annoying I had to do was remove ANY reference to ANY kind of family from any of the descriptions. Large & Lovely, for example, referenced the protagonist’s father and younger brother. Royal Lust referenced Ellie’s father. Adventurous referenced Steven’s dad. I mean, this is fucking stupid, and it obviously got through once, but it just feels like asking for trouble at this point. Whoever got their fucking bitch ass in a twist over incest on the Kindle can genuinely just fuck right off.

That’s about it. All the new covers should be updated to the website by now, I don’t know if all the updates have gone through on the actual Kindle versions yet, since that’s a crapshoot, but it should be by, at the latest, the end of the week.

Now I’m going on fucking vacation.

Haven 2 Is Here!


Haven 2 is, at long last, out!

You can purchase it for 4.99$, or read it through the Kindle Unlimited, as an eBook right here!

You can purchase it as a paperback for 9.99$ right here!

If you want to see Cait naked, you can over on Patreon right here!

Here is the official synopsis:

After a midnight assault left their makeshift home in shambles and they themselves shaken, David, Evelyn, and April have decided that the time has come to find a new home. Somewhere safer. Somewhere like the abandoned campgrounds they recently discovered while exploring the nearby wilderness.

As the trio begins the process of not only attempting to establish their new life together in the wake of the fire that destroyed their previous home, but also establish their new three-way, budding relationship, it doesn't take long to begin encountering problems on both fronts.

The area around them isn't empty. Zombies of all kinds roam the frozen forests, bandits with no morals and too much ammo on their hands shake down innocent civilians just trying to survive, and the omnipresent cold of winter is relentless. On top of that, they keep running into others also displaced by the fire, those who are struggling, and David is learning that he really can't just turn a blind eye to their suffering. It's hard enough to take care of himself and the others, let alone trying to help new people. And on the relationship side of things, Cait, the absurdly beautiful redhead he first hooked up with on his way into the region, has shown back up, and she is deeply interested in him. Normally he would react with nothing but joy to this, but it's a little more complicated when you have two girlfriends and you all have your own insecurities to worry about.

But honestly, is having to balance three attractive, sexually enthusiastic women who all want your attention really that much of a problem?

HAVEN 2 contains several scenes of hot human-on-inhuman sex, as well as several scenes of violence.

You may think that Haven 2 was difficult, given that it took so long to come out. But honestly it wasn’t. Really, this should have been written in a month, maybe a month and a half max. It was my life that was difficult. At some point earlier in July, I took a look at the last time I had released something and freaked the fuck out. I’ve never once had that long of a gap since I began consistently writing in early 2015. I’m going to try and not let that happen again.

So, I imagine the big question is, when is Haven 3 coming out? Not until 2020. Early 2020, but not until next year. At least, that is my current plan. Unless Haven & Haven 2 blow up super massively, like more than Haven did (it’s now selling poorly, like everything else I write), I’m going to shift my focus to Parasexual. My plans for the rest of the year are to finish out Parasexual, which means three more novels, and get all this editing backlog out of the way, as well as get as many new covers made as I can, so I can go into 2020 more focused. (Though it’s going to take nearly a year to get all the covers remade.) So basically, as soon as Parasexual 6 is published, I’ll start working on Haven 3. And who knows? I’ve been getting my shit together recently, so maybe I’ll be able to get them done before January.

This is why I don’t like making plans, because I’m bad at them.

So, anyway, I hope you really enjoy Haven 2.

General Update

Hey everyone, there really isn’t anything major or important in here, this is more of a sanity check for me than for anything else. But there are a few updates that you may find interesting.

So I’ve been talking about the editing my whole backlog thing for several months at this point, and I’ve finally just now, (it’s like 2AM, I couldn’t sleep), came to the realization, and decision, that it’s just not going to work, and more importantly, I’m letting it ruin my productivity. The reality of the situation is that all of my backlist has received at least one edit, most of them have gotten more than one. But what I think really made me realize that it’s just wasting time is that I had a system in place for this for years, and apparently it worked.

I would write the story. Then I would edit the story. Then I would publish the story.

Obviously, this was not perfect. Errors will get through. But honestly, no one really said much of anything because I think I managed to catch the most grievous of errors. And the fact that I went ahead and published Haven unedited has made it pretty obvious to me that I can’t do that, either, because too much slips through the initial writing.

So I’m just going back to that.

In fact, I’m going to begin implementing a new system that should really help streamline the whole process: I will edit the story as I’m writing it. That way, by the time it’s done writing, I’ll already be like 75-85% done editing it, and it’ll just take a little bit longer to finish up.

Now, that being said, I still have some things that I need to go ahead and edit, as they were edited already, and I don’t want to just waste that effort. These titles include:



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So if anyone actually really cared about these edits, those are the titles that will be edited, although hardly anything has changed about them.

Haven never received an edit, unfortunately, so I’ll have to go over that one myself. I’ll begin working on it just as soon as Haven 2 is out. Sorry this got so fucked up.

As for other news?

Well, I’ve made good progress on Haven 2. I’m about 75% done, I think, and like half of that is already edited. (Again, hard to tell with the way I plan things. And a lot of times what I think is one chapter overflows severely and sometimes actually makes two whole chapters. This happened a lot in Demoness IV.) I’m really, really going to try and have that published by the end of the month. Honestly, I’m shooting for within the next two weeks.

After that, I want to dive back into Parasexual.

I’m still going full steam ahead with the covers. I’ve just begun the process of commissioning the Wanderlust IV cover. If I can bust some ass, I might have Wanderlust ‘relaunched’ by the end of the month too, (i.e. new cover art, new edits, nothing else though. Like, I’m not republishing it or anything, just updating.)

After that, I’m going to get new covers for all of my freebie titles currently available.

And so yeah, that’s about the size of it. Honestly, deciding to stop fucking around with this is a pretty big weight off my shoulders. I’m also going to be taking a break near the end of the month, like a real, actual one where I can’t get any work done, so I’m hoping I can come back in August with a clear head ready to write.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (July 2019)

Hello there.

I’m unhappy to report that I didn’t manage to get as much done for Haven 2 as I’d have liked. Basically, I ran into a few personal problems pretty unexpectedly. Nothing serious, technically speaking, but they definitely took the motivation out of me for a little bit. On top of that, my medical concerns that make it hard to read/concentrate have returned and I’m dealing with them.

But I have been making plans and decisions, and I have been doing some things behind the scenes.

So first let’s talk about where I’m at with Haven 2.

At present, it’s about half written. Right now, I’m attempting to find some fucking way to balance my schedule between Misty Vixen and Crystal Candy, and my personal life, and also emotional issues. It’s incredibly frustrating because I actually used to be really good at this. Looking back at 2015, 2016, & 2017 is kind of mind-blowing, because with few exceptions, I pretty much put something new out every four days. But the thing to consider there is that it was one thing at a time, very straightforward, and I basically had to write, at most, 3,000 words a day.

Now I’m under pressure to write entire novels AND keep up with Crystal Candy, which is currently selling. Now that I have a bit of a better idea of the picture, I think I might have put myself in golden handcuffs again. Because Crystal Candy is indeed doing well, but it’s not doing well enough to take all the pressure off of Misty Vixen. Basically, they’re now both doing just good enough to warrant working really hard on fucking BOTH of them.

It’s like having two broken engines keeping a plane aloft. Neither is good enough on its own to keep the plane flying, so I have to desperately keep rushing back and forth between them, making hasty repairs and furiously trying to keep them working and fueled up, at the same time. By myself. While I’m exhausted and ill.

You can see how this might be an extremely taxing and frustrating situation.

But anyway. Haven 2. It’s half written, and I have the cover art for it, and I think it looks amazing. I am going to try very hard to have it out by the end of July. I’m currently working on a new overall schedule that I’m hoping will accommodate all these varied aspects.

As for future Misty Vixen stuff, I’d say realistically at this point I’m going to work on Haven and Parasexual. I’d like to get a few more Haven books out, especially if they keep selling as well as the first one, and I’d also really like to get Parasexual finished off. I’ve got the next two covers already, and it shouldn’t be super difficult to get the final one, either.

And that’s just the writing aspect of it all. As you know, I’ve been doing ‘renovation’ on Misty Vixen since last year, and it’s looking like it’s going to keep going on for a long time, for a few reasons.

The first is that I want this to be the last time I ever go back and do fucking ANYTHING with my older works. I want to hit a point where I only have to look at now and ahead, not backwards, too. That really fucks with me, and because I’ve made a few decisions, I suddenly have like a shitload of things from the past that need tending to.

The second is that, although yes, part of the reason I’m doing this is because I’m fucking neurotic about my backlog, I have hit a point where I feel that doing this can make a potentially genuinely massive impact on my earning ability. I honestly think that Haven sold as well as it has primarily because of the cover art. So that means the biggest thing holding me back is apparently my cover art. To that end, I am going to begin the long, drawn-out process of getting brand new cover art created for most of my backlog. This is going to be an excruciatingly time-consuming and EXPENSIVE process, even though the person with whom I am working is actually very reasonable. The problem is that I have so many fucking titles. In order to get caught up to speed, I need just about 30 brand new covers hand-drawn. So…yeah. That’s a huge investment.

I already have covers made for Wanderlust I & II, and they look spectacular.

Now, another thing that’s going to make this difficult and time-consuming is that although I did have a person helping me with editing all my old work, that…slowed down. And then stopped. I’ve been having trouble getting that back on track. And the whole point is to have another person look over the titles.

And yet another thing that’s making it go slowly is I’m having medical problems that specifically make it hard to edit. It sounds fucking ridiculous, and it is, but it’s also my present reality. I’m still trying to determine the root cause of it, and I’m positive that it’s exacerbated by stress, because I can generally read books pretty well (unless I’m stressed), but I fucking hate editing, and I SERIOUSLY hate editing my older shit that I’ve already edited like four fucking times, so even reading like 500 words gives me a bad headache sometimes, combined with dizziness/lightheadedness, and it’s very difficult to focus. Honestly, it’s a huge fucking pain in the ass, and when it gets bad enough, I can’t even write.

At present, Wanderlust I & II are basically ready to go. They are edited and covers are made. Really, all I’ll need to do is update the back matter and remake the cover for the paperbacks. And this is admittedly giving me pause. Amazon did something to change what they consider ‘correct’ for the dimensions of a paperback and it literally won’t let me upload. Notice Parasexual 3 and Haven STILL don’t have paperbacks. I admittedly haven’t been working on it because almost no one buys paperbacks, but I do intend to figure it out at some point. Honestly, it’s just one more thing I fucking hate about Amazon and their needless difficulty.

I’m about halfway through editing Wanderlust III. I’m to the part with Piper right now. I’m attempting to at least do a few pages every day, sort of chipping away at it. Honestly, one of the problems is that it’s such a daunting task. Combined, the Wanderlust series is over 200,000 words. That’s 200,000 words I really don’t feel like reading.

If all goes well, ideally, I’ll be able to re-publish the Wanderlust series by early August, but that’s a big if. I’ll certainly be trying.

After the Wanderlust series is up, I’ll try to get a few of the smaller projects out of the way: Exploration, My Undead Lover, the freebies. Then probably The Misty Vixen Starter Pack, which isn’t going to get a new cover.

I guess I should talk about that: Which ones aren’t getting new covers. The Demoness books will not be getting new covers. I like them and intend to continue working with that cover artist in that regard. The Starter Pack won’t because I feel like it’s basically perfect. Women of the Wild will not, same reason as Demoness. The Parasexual series is kind of in a twilight zone. If I do update anything, it will be to ask the cover artist (same as Demoness, Women of the Wild), to make backgrounds. Everything else will be getting new covers similar to Haven.

I also think I’m going to try to adopt a schedule of switching back and forth between writing what I might consider a more pressing and necessary title, and then writing something I’m personally more invested in getting out, to try and balance that out. So for example I’ll hit Haven for awhile as the primary, pressing series, and then alternate with Parasexual until it’s done, then finally get Sex & Survival 4 written and out, then maybe do a rewrite of Alien Harem.

So yeah, Misty Vixen is kind of just a big mess right now, and a mess it’s going to remain for a long time. Probably a year, maybe two. Unless I somehow cure my health issues, and find a shitload of motivation, and my editor becomes more reliable. None of which I honestly see happening.

Now, on to the Crystal Candy side of things!

I finished A Warm Place! It wrapped with Episode 12. If you read it, I hope you liked the ending.

I’ve been planning the next series all last week. It’s called Refuge, and it’s a sci-fi survival harem. I don’t know how long it’s going to go on for, but I do know that I’m going to re-implement my plan to switch between two series. I’ll probably do three stories, then hop over to a second series, and go back and forth until they’re done. Because I think A Warm Place suffered because I was getting sick of it. I actually enacted this plan while writing A Warm Place, and it would have worked, except that Planet of the Bugs was a bad call and actually hindered progress, rather than helped it.

What will that third series be? I’m not sure, but probably a fantasy harem. I’ve got a cool idea.

So yeah, that’s it. Again, I am going to try and have Haven 2 out by the end of the month, but I still have a lot of shit to deal with, so bear that in mind.

Haven 2 Chapter One Preview

So…Haven 2.

I’m sorry it’s taking so long. I think this might be the longest I’ve gone without publishing something, which sucks, and scared me when I fully realized that.

The good news is that I’m taking this whole week to basically just make a shitload of progress on Haven 2. It’s at least 1/3 done as of right now, and when this week is over, it should be at least 2/3 finished, possibly more. I am going to try very hard to have it out in July.

For now, here is the first chapter.

And if you are a 1$/month Patron over on my Patreon, you can read the first AND second chapter right here!


Even in the cold light of day, David couldn’t shake the uneasiness that had settled over him since the previous night.

After the bandits broke in and had forced the situation that resulted in two deaths, he thought he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. He hadn’t wanted to, not at first, but Evelyn had offered to stand guard the rest of the night. He wanted to at least share the responsibility with her, but she’d told him that goliaths didn’t need quite as much sleep as humans, and they didn’t want to put the responsibility on April, she was shaken enough as it was. David didn’t know if Evelyn had been lying about the sleep thing to make him feel better, but finally he’d relented after making her promise to wake him up if anything else happened, or, barring that, at dawn.

Then he’d laid down with April, and had held her. She had cried a bit, and he understood. He was halfway there himself, that had scared the shit out of him, and he imagined it must’ve been worse for her. She’d seemed embarrassed, but shortly after she was done, she’d fallen back asleep. At some point, he’d drifted off as well.

There had been nightmares, and several times he’d woken and shifted, rolling over to check and see that Evelyn was still there, still safe, still okay. She always was. She sat at the table with a book and a candle, lit by it and the mellow glow of the fireplace behind her. Whenever he looked at her, she could tell, and she’d smile and tell him to go back to sleep. Although he’d probably gotten six or maybe even seven hours of sleep, it had been very broken sleep, and he felt kind of shitty right now. But he at least felt properly motivated.

Evelyn seemed pretty much normal, but April was still subdued and anxious. She hadn’t seemed like she’d wanted to stay behind, nor had she wanted to leave, and he felt bad for her. Ultimately she recognized the reality of her situation and had gone with them. As soon as Evelyn had gotten them up, they’d eaten a quick breakfast and then begun packing their most important possessions, mainly the food, the ammo, and the medicine. They had split it between them, as well as a few of their more personal items, then they’d headed out.

It was a crisp, chilly morning, bright with cold sunlight shining down on them through dead trees, made brighter by the layer of frosted snow that covered everything. David had been able to see the bootprints in the snow even in the morning. It made the whole thing scarier somehow, maybe more real. Last night had obviously been real, but when he’d first woken up, he’d wondered if he’d had a nightmare or something. Things that happened suddenly in the night often seemed unreal or impossible in the morning.

But this had happened, and they were acting on it.

At least that was helping. David had spent the first part of his life in fear. The world was fucking terrifying. His parents had done much to shelter him from the worst of it, which was good, because he’d be dead now if they hadn’t, he was almost positive. But they had at least prepared him some as well. He knew how to shoot, reload, and even clean a gun by the time he was twelve. And he was good at it within two years. He’d adopted a workout regimen that kept him in decent shape, limber, and fast. He was decently strong, but he was definitely faster and more dexterous. Which was also good, because otherwise he’d also be dead.

He’d started doing things more often than not maybe five years ago.

It had come sort of as a realization, one of those weird, startling revelations that slammed into you. He’d been trapped in a shack in the middle of nowhere, alone, with zombies outside, and he was going over options in his head. He’d wanted to just wait it out, because eventually they’d wander off...probably. Or at least there were supposed to be other people out and about in the area, and they’d come find him...maybe.

But then he’d just looked down at the gun he was holding, and then up, out the single window of the shack, and it had just kind of come to him: this is what he always did. He always tried to wait it out, he always tried to hide, he always tried to pawn the responsibility off on anybody else, and he suddenly, almost violently, hated that aspect of himself. Even to this day, even right now, he couldn’t explain what had led to this abrupt reversal. He only knew that he’d made a tectonic shift that day, a massive change, and he had emerged from that shack and shot five zombies in the head, and had gone back to the settlement he was staying at a different person.

Now that the knowledge of how he honestly, truly acted had been highlighted for him, he’d begun to recognize it for what it was, and while he didn’t always take action, he did far more often than ever before. And so now, here he was, taking action again. It was necessary, although there was a part of him that was anxious about this. There was a lot to be done, if they were going to make this place, these abandoned campgrounds, their new home.

“Are you doing okay, April?” Evelyn asked.

David glanced over. April still looked sullen and withdrawn. Although now she looked a touch angry. “I’m fine,” she said curtly.

“April-” he began.

“I’m fine!” she snapped.

He stopped, and so did Evelyn. April walked another few paces before slowing to a halt. She didn’t turn around though.

“April...please,” David said. “We’re not trying to be difficult.”

She heaved an explosive sigh and turned around finally. “I know! Fuck! I...I’m sorry,” she said, her shoulders slumping. Her tail twitched behind her. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m just...angry. I’m such a fucking coward and I hate it so fucking much but I don’t know how to be brave.”

“You’re here, now,” Evelyn said.

“After arguing with you about it,” she muttered. She sighed and shook her head. “And now I’m wasting time with this. I don’t know how to do it. I don’t know how to do what you two do, what Ellie does. How to not be afraid and do shit.”

“I’m afraid,” David said.

“You don’t look like it,” April replied uncertainly.

“I know. But I am. I was fucking terrified last night. You’ve probably heard this before, but being brave isn’t the absence of fear. Only sociopaths or people with genetic defects don’t feel fear. Some people feel less, certainly, and that can be learned, over time, but most everyone feels fear. Bravery is doing stuff in spite of fear. You could have demanded to stay home, locked away in the basement, waited for us to make sure it was safe, but you didn’t. That’s brave. You were scared but you did it anyway.”

She stared at him for a few seconds, then looked over at Evelyn. Finally, she spoke. “I want you to do me a favor, both of you.”

“What?” Evelyn asked.

“Put more pressure on me to do things. I mean, not crazy risky things, but stuff that needs to be done. You know, don’t be mean to me, but help me out with this. I’ll try not to be too much of a pain in the ass about it,” she said.

“I can do that,” Evelyn replied.

David nodded. “We can help you with this.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” she said. “We should keep going.”

They kept walking.

David began to feel better as they reached the campgrounds.

It was oddly comforting to see them. The buildings, the fence, the surrounding forest. It looked like a fairly defensible position, once they’d made some repairs. And put some barbed wire on the top. That would definitely help.

“What first?” April murmured.

“We need to secure the area. Anyone or anything could’ve gotten in since the last time we were here. After that, we can decide the specifics of our new home,” David replied.

“I wanna live in the big building,” April murmured, glancing at the three-story structure.

“Same,” Evelyn replied.

“Then it’s decided, we’ll live there. Evelyn, I’m thinking we should split up, you go right, I go left, we search the cabins one by one until we meet on the other side, then we search the main building,” David said.

“Sounds good to me,” Evelyn replied.

“What about me?” April asked.

David had been considering that. “I have a job for you. I need you to check the perimeter, the space between the backs of the cabins and the fence, to see if anything or anyone is inside.” He handed her his pistol and a spare magazine. “Do you feel comfortable doing that?”

She frowned, then accepted the pistol. “I can do it,” she replied. “I will do it.”

“Good. Thank you. Shout if you see anything. When you’re finished, wait for us in the center of the campgrounds.”


She turned and walked off after checking over the pistol with a reassuring certainty. David had the suspicion that April wasn’t as bad at things as she thought she was. She just needed some more confidence. And the only way to build confidence was to do things. Typically successfully doing things helped, but he was surprised how many times he’d failed, and felt better than if he’d never tried at all. He watched her go, then grabbed his shotgun and nodded to Evelyn. She nodded back. They headed into the main area and looked around.

Seeing nothing, they split up and began their search of the cabins. David settled into his search mentality, focusing on the here and now, listening for anything, looking for clues that might tip off if someone had been here recently. Or if someone was still here. Or something. The newer ones were smart enough to hide in wait, which was a whole new level of terrifying. He cleared the first cabin, finding nothing but empty rooms and lonely places. After checking it, he moved on to the next one. And this was how the next half an hour passed. David suspected that no one was here, and by the time they met back at the main building, he’d been proven right. At least so far. Neither Evelyn nor April reported seeing anything.

They headed into the main building. It looked undisturbed. They took the time to search the building over top to bottom, and found nothing. Although David found a bathroom on the third floor that he’d overlooked initially.

“ what?” Evelyn asked as they came to stand back down in the main room of the first floor.

“First, who gets where for bedrooms? How do we wanna do that?” David replied.

“Well, given my size and the fact that you’re my boyfriend, I say we get that master bedroom up on the third floor,” Evelyn said.

“Fair enough. April?”

“Well, I want to be near you, but I would also like my own space, so I think the smaller bedroom next to the master bedroom up there would make the most sense,” she replied.

“Perfect. I think the next order of business is to empty our packs somewhere safe. Ideally one of us would stay here and guard it, but...I really think we should get everything out today, which will happen faster if all of us are transporting.”

“I’m okay with that,” April replied.

“Yeah. I think this place is secure. And I’m pretty decent at hiding things,” Evelyn said.

“Perfect. Let’s do it.”

As they made their way back home, David was happy to note that he was feeling a lot better. This was going very smoothly so far. Although it could all go to hell very abruptly, which he tried not to think about. That was just the nature of life nowadays. More so than ever before. As they came to their previous home, he felt fear shoot into him as he saw someone standing outside the door, waiting, but he relaxed when they turned to face him.

He recognized this person.

“Ashley?” he asked.

“Hello David. Hello Evelyn. Thank you again for rescuing me.” She looked at April. “We haven’t been introduced,” she said, and put her hand forward.

April took it tentatively. “I’m April.”

“Good to meet you. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah...mostly,” Evelyn replied.

“We were attacked last night. We’re fine, but we’ve decided to live somewhere a bit more secure,” David answered.

“Oh. Well, that sucks, but I’m glad it turned out okay.”

“Did you need something?” he asked.

“Yes. Well, not need per say, more want. My parents are...too cautious. My whole family is. Understandable, given the circumstances, but cautious isn’t always the answer. I’ve been scouting, I’ve found a few buildings I think are worth checking out, and I’m not reckless, so I figured I’d ask for some backup. And you came to mind,” she said.

David glanced at the other two women. “How do you feel about that?”

“We can handle this,” Evelyn replied. She had a small smile on her face. “Go have fun.”

David hesitated. There was something about the way she’d said that. He didn’t think that this excursion would be particularly fun.

Unless she thought something else was going to happen.

He glanced again at Ashley. Well, it would be nice to have fun with her.

“Okay, uh, let’s go then,” he said. “I’ll meet you both back at the camp.”

He gave each of them a hug and a kiss, then joined Ashley. She looked at him, a very small smile on her face, then she glanced back at the other two women, then she turned and began walking. David followed after her, wondering what that had been about. Obviously there was some kind of subtle thing happening, but he’d always been a bit on the slow side when it came to subtlety. In a way he found that he was missing some crucial sense. It was like being deaf but not blind. You sure as hell could see gunfire, but you had no idea what it sounded like.

“So...” she said after a few minutes as they walked south.

“So?” he replied.

“I saw you give both of them a kiss. On the mouth.”

“Uh...yeah. I did.”

“I kind of suspected you and Evelyn had something sultry going on, based on how you two interacted when you saved me. But I didn’t know you had another girl, let alone another inhuman,” she said.

“And what do you think about that?” he replied after a moment.

She laughed loudly. “That was an incredibly neutral statement. Don’t worry, I’m not judging you. I don’t disapprove. I approve, actually. Takes guts to date an inhuman.”

“Why?” he asked. It came out more defensive than he meant it to.

“Oh, not for the reason you might think. I’m not saying it takes guts to like an inhuman, you like who you like. We don’t get to pick our crushes. No, it takes guts to date an inhuman. To act on those feelings. I mean, for both of you. We humans aren’t the only ones who can be racist. I respect your relationship...relationships. Not just interracial, but polyamorous, too. Now that’s interesting.” She paused. “Is this weird?”

“A little,” he admitted.

“Should we stop talking about it?”

“I, we don’t have to.”

“Okay, good. I’m curious. What’s it like with them? What’s the exact nature of your relationship?”

“Why do you wanna know?” he replied, honestly curious.

“I told you: it’s interesting. I love interesting things.”

“Fair enough, I guess. Evelyn and I met maybe two weeks ago on the road. We became fast friends, and then we...hooked up, the night River View fell. We decided that, since we liked each other and were really attracted to each other, we should be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Very cute. And April?”

“Well, we rescued her from River View by chance. She was trapped and injured. We’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but we are sexually involved. I mean, I guess we’re not not boyfriend and girlfriend. Evelyn is happy for us. April is...tender. I’m attracted to her and I want to make her happy, make her feel good.”

“And I bet it makes you feel really good to fuck that rep pussy.”

He chuckled nervously, feeling heat rushing to his cheeks. “I mean...yeah.”

“I’ve only ever been with an inhuman once. A jag girl who was about ten years older than me. Hundreds of miles from here awhile ago. It was...extremely good.”

“Yeah...” he murmured, thinking of Ellie.

“Oh? You’ve been with a jag, too?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

“You’re you have a third girlfriend?” she asked, suddenly interested again, grinning broadly.

“I mean...sorta.”

“Wow, you fucking get around. Rep, goliath, and jag? Who is she?”

“Just someone I met out and about. She’s...I don’t want to talk about it really?”

“Oh? Why not?”

“I don’t really know how she feels about our relationship. Not that we really have one. We’re friends...I think. She’s secretive, but I guess she likes me, given how many times we’ve fucked. But I don’t know if she’d be okay with other people knowing about us. I mean, Evelyn and April know, but I don’t want to make her upset or embarrassed or uncomfortable, you know?”

“That’s fair. I really respect that. Most guys can’t shut the fuck up about the chicks they’ve fucked.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to talk about it, honestly. Evelyn and April are both very beautiful, but this woman is...something else. She’s amazing.”

“You are in lust with her.”

“Yeah. Really bad. She’s just...she’s something else. But again, she has a right to privacy.”

“Well, I think highly of that. Hey, there’s the first building.”

He could see it. It was another abandoned cabin, (how many of them were there sprinkled throughout the region?), and it looked to be in pretty bad shape. The front door was open. Something about that didn’t sit right with him.

David pulled out his pistol.

As they approached, he heard something shift inside. Both of them froze. Could be anything in there: an undead, an animal, a human that may or may not intend harm. He glanced at Ashley. She had drawn her own sidearm.

“Back me up,” he whispered, and when she nodded to him, he began making his way towards the front door.

Another sound came to him as he crept closer, but it was so faint. Whatever it was had to be fairly stealthy. Which kind of narrowed it down. David reached the porch and stepped onto it. It creaked loudly under his boot and he winced. Something let out another sound, this one entirely organic, and he heard light footsteps rapidly approaching.

“Shit!” he snapped, and began backing off.

Before he could make it more than two steps away from the cabin, a stalker appeared in all its undead, horrifying glory. He aimed and fired. It was a good shoot and punched a hole right through its forehead, dropping the creature in an instant. He wasn’t ready for the one immediately behind it. He fired and missed, still backpedaling.

Ashley was ready.

She put two shots into its head, one in the right eye, one in its mouth, and blew its rotting brains out. David prepared himself for another assault, but no more of them came. He slowly let out his breath, shaking slightly.

Those things always scared the shit out of him.

“Fuck, I hate those fuckers,” Ashley snapped. Apparently she felt much the same way.

“We should make sure there’s no more of them,” David said after a few seconds.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Let’s get it over with.”

They moved carefully into the cabin and did a search of it, but found nothing hanging out in any of the shadowy niches or hidden areas. Once they were sure it was safe, they began their secondary search, hunting for useful supplies. The feeling of anxiety began to abate as they settled in, and David found himself wanting to know more about her. Already, he felt that Ashley was an intriguing person, definitely the kind he was interested in.

And not just because she was in really good shape and had a really beautiful face, but also because of her personality.

He seemed to be drawn to women like her.

“So how have things been going with your family?” he asked.

“Fine, I guess. We’ve been fighting a little.” She hesitated, then looked guilty. “I guess more than a little. We’re kind of different. We didn’t used to be, or at least not this much, but the past year has changed my parents. They’ve always been cautious, I’ve always been...”


She snorted. “No!...maybe. I was going to say bold or maybe daring, but yeah, I guess, if I’m being honest, reckless. I’m less so now, because they rely on me a lot. My dad’s like twelve years older than my mom, and she obviously isn’t young anymore, so he can’t really do as much. I mean, he’s in good shape for his age, but, you know, for his age is kind of a low bar. I mean, not that I’m dumping on him or anything. My dad’s a great guy. He used to be more like me, not reckless but he would risk his life a lot for us. He almost died six months ago, broke his arm, and I think that...kinda knocked a lot of his confidence out of him. Which my mom likes, in that she likes him not risking his life all the time. She’s very capable, but really cautious...”

She sighed suddenly. He looked over at her. She had been digging through a box, but now she was staring at the wall in front of her.

“What?” he asked.

“I just...I was going to leave. I’m twenty six now. I’ve been wanting to be on my own for a few years, but my parents kept talking me out of it. And then everything changed when the...the mutations came. Even with all that was happening, I feel like I could leave, just go somewhere on my own, little brother. I can’t stand the thought of abandoning him.”

“I’m sorry,” David murmured.

“Me too.” She laughed suddenly, the sound a little bitter. “Honestly, one of the upsides of what happened recently is that I finally feel the pressure coming off. The pressure to get out and do things, because I’m the most capable person in my household. My parents always had some reason to keep me from going out into the wilderness, looking for adventure. But now? Doesn’t matter what they say, I’m really the only one that can go out and find food, supplies, help. Even then, they still argue with me whenever I head out.”

“Where would you go?” he asked.

“That’s the thing, I don’t even know. It’s not like I have this dream destination in mind or anything. I don’t want to go anywhere specific. I just want to go, you know? Although I’m beginning to wonder if that’s true.”

“What do you mean?”

“The urge to be on my own was...overwhelming, maybe two years ago. I’d run away a lot. I mean, not like run away run away, but, you know, I’d leave. And just take walks. I mean, I know how to defend myself, I’ve got good reflexes, good senses. But it’s nowhere near as bad as it used to be. I’m...not calm, but calmer. I find myself grateful to be with my family more, that we’re all still alive and okay, for the most part. I don’t know, I just wish there was some kind of, you know, some way I could balance the two things.”

“Maybe you can,” David said.


“There was a woman I met earlier, and...what?” he asked. She’d turned to look at him suddenly and she had that smirk on her face again.

“The way you said that...did you sleep with her?”

“I, um, well...” he hesitated, derailed both by her question and by the sudden flood of memories of having amazing sex with Cait.

How many women have you actually fucked since coming here?” she asked.

“Four,” David replied. “Just four.”

She laughed. “Yeah, just four.”

“I got really lucky. That is nowhere near normal. Like, not even close. This is the most sexual activity I’ve had like...ever. And it was just once with this other woman. But that’s not my point. My point is, she lives a kind of...drifting lifestyle, it seems. She just moves around the region all the time, doing a ton of different things. She has a lot of different places she stays at. You could do something like that, you know? Have wherever your parents are staying be like your home base, and you go back there every few days. But otherwise, you’re out and about, doing things, helping people, looking for supplies, you know?”

“Hmm...” She fell silent, her gaze falling as she thought about it. “That’s actually a really good idea. I guess I never really thought that a middle ground was an actual possibility. I’ll have to think about it. But thank you, that’s a good idea.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured in reply, sure that he was blushing again.

And now he was thinking about Cait, and the way she moaned for him to impregnate her. Fuck that had been hot. Maybe he should ask Evelyn to ask for the same thing, although it wasn’t quite the same, given he knew he couldn’t impregnate her. Although he knew-well, he didn’t know for a fact that he couldn’t knock Cait up, it was just ridiculously unlikely. Whatever, it had been awesomely hot, and he hoped he saw her again, and that she’d want to fuck him again, because she was probably the hottest human he’d ever seen.

Definitely the hottest he’d ever been with.

They finished searching the cabin and found nothing more than some clothes that might make for semi-decent trading. With the search finished, they left the cabin and moved back out into the crisp winter air.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“There’s a house a little farther north I want to check out,” she replied.

“All right, lead me to it.”

They set off once again.

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Follow Your Dreams

This is not an inspirational post. At least, not directly.

This is an angry post, because I’m angry.

Something kind of just occurred to me recently. Or rather, it was something I’ve known for awhile now, but only recently have been able to put into words accurately enough.

“You can be whatever you want” and “Follow your dreams” are almost as burned into my generation’s brains as much as the freaking D.A.R.E. campaign. It’s practically propaganda. And honestly, if that was the end of it, if that was the only thing, I could at least understand it. It’s largely coming from a place of love, or hope, or compassion, or at least ignorance.

It’s the second part that’s so infuriating, and frustrating, and honestly kind of baffling.

How many articles are there out there about how millennials keep expecting unrealistic things like ‘work-life balance’ and ‘jobs that make them satisfied’ and ‘reasonable pay’ and, God fucking forbid, ‘happiness’.

You cannot tell people to follow their dreams, and that they can be whatever they want, and then turn around and tell them ‘WTF are you trying to be happy for? Get the fuck over yourself and take a job you hate like the rest of us. Stop trying to be happy.’

I’ve legit heard people say ‘Maybe you should stop looking for a job that makes you happy and start looking for a job that makes you money.’

To be clear: I get that on a certain level. Yes, most of us have had to work shit jobs. I did, and then I got insanely lucky. It isn’t that we are expected to work jobs we hate at some point in our life. It’s the idea that we’re expected to settle into a career we hate for the rest of our life.

You can’t fucking plant seeds and then begin frothing at the fucking mouth in anger when the seed you planted actually grows. Like, who the fuck does that?

I know I’m generalizing. I know there are lazy, entitled shitheads my age out there, and there are honest, realistic, reasonable, non-asshole people from the next generation up and beyond, but it can’t be denied that a lot of people made this happen.

And honestly, this doesn’t even begin to touch on all the problems that were dumped in my generation’s lap, nor the ways in which the world has changed, like actually changed in a fundamental and objective ways, and for some reason older generations literally refuse to acknowledge this fact.

But this is what was on my mind.

I don’t really know how to end this. I guess by saying: If someone is miserable, and wants to be happier, maybe the correct answer isn’t ‘Get the fuck over yourself’.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (June 2019)

So May was an interesting month.

Unfortunately, basically nothing at all got done for Misty Vixen, for which I am sorry. Also kind of horrified. I really thought I’d get more done, but life basically conspired against me. Plus, I was just feeling kind of overwhelmed.

I did begin writing Haven 2, and it’s basically planned out in its entirety. I plan to write most of it in June. I want to get as much of it written as I can over this next month.

Mainly, I was focused on Crystal Candy. So far, I’ve managed to release eight titles in the A Warm Place series. I had intended to get Part 9 out before the end of May, but I couldn’t manage it. I also began and canceled the Planet of the Bugs series. For a more detailed explanation of why, please refer to this blog post. For those not in the know and for a basic reason, Planet of the Bugs was my first real shot at writing GameLit. I canceled it because I wasn’t enjoying writing it, and I also wasn’t hitting my mark, according to a few people. Which is fine. Honestly, it was a relief to quit and get back to work on A Warm Place.

I also managed to establish myself as Crystal Candy online a bit more. Here’s some links!

That pretty much covers what I did in May. Now we can talk about the future.

I’ve had a little bit of a course correction on my thinking, both in the immediate future and the more distant future. First, let’s discuss the most immediately relevant stuff.

May was a good month, financially speaking. It was one of the best I’ve had in a long time. And it was that way for two reasons.

Crystal Candy and Haven.

Haven represents approximately 30% of my income for May. I don’t think that has ever happened before. I don’t think a single title has ever made such a dramatic impact. I’m still coming to terms with this.

Crystal Candy represents approximately 25% of my income. Obviously, I’m doing something right there.

In a way, that’s amazing. In another way, it kind of freaks me out. If I hadn’t decided to write Haven or launch Crystal Candy, 55% of my income wouldn’t exist. That’s insane. And I would be insane not to capitalize on these two facts.

So, first and foremost, I’m going ahead full steam with Crystal Candy. I’m projecting that A Warm Place will last for 12 total titles, although I’m not completely sure. It might hit 15, but I’d like to end it on 12 if I can manage it. I like it, and I actually had another idea set in the same universe, but I have SEVERAL other ideas for totally different universes that I really want to begin writing. I actually know what I want to do next and I’m excited about it. So anyway, Crystal Candy lives.

Obviously, I need to write Haven 2. And quickly. If it does as well as Haven 1, I will more than likely quickly write Haven 3 as well. I’d kind of be stupid not to.

That being said, this has sort of taken some pressure off, and it has kind of relaxed my thinking. At some point, in the future, probably the far future, I do still want to start up a third pen name, one that gets a truly high-grade professional treatment, and launch several new series. But that is much farther away now that I don’t feel like I’m being pressured into doing this. Because of this fact, I now feel much more comfortable maintaining focus on the four universes I’ve already established as Misty Vixen.

I want to do a few sequels, and a few rewrites. Let’s discuss the specifics, just so I can tease these things that probably are still a long way off and make everyone frustrated. We’ll cover everything, just so people aren’t left wondering because I didn’t bring a specific series or story up.


  • DEMONESS: Lots and lots to do here. Demoness V is up next, whenever I have the time. I’ve got a strong idea for it.

  • WOMEN OF THE WILD: Same deal here. Lots of ideas, not enough time. But this will definitely continue.

  • LUST & ADVENTURE: So, I may actually write a fourth book here, and possibly a fifth. I have a few ideas, and I do feel bad for leaving it on such a sour note. Honestly, I was worried people were getting sick of the happy endings at the time, and might appreciate something different, but I guess that was a bad call.

  • WANDERLUST: Definitely done with this.

  • MY UNDEAD LOVER: Pretty sure I’m done with this, but I don’t know, I like the idea. I might someday do a rewrite and turn it into a little series. I like the characters and the concept.

  • LAY OF THE LAND: The novella paired with the Starter Pack. I’m done with this one.

  • SNAKESKIN: Done with this too. I suppose I could maybe see doing another story, but this one doesn’t speak to me as much as some of the others.

  • ROYAL LUST: I actually want to do a sequel! Maybe even a series! I love the characters and their dynamic.

  • LARGE & LOVELY: This is done, sort of. Morgan shows up in enough of the other series that I don’t feel compelled to do another Large & Lovely.

  • ADVENTUROUS: I also want to do a sequel, probably a series, to this one. Honestly, this one has a really strong setup, given the events of the novel, and a strong premise for a series.

  • UNTITLED: I still have that big epic series that ties everything else together, but it’s way off.


  • HELLCATS: This is done. Still sure about that.

  • DESIRE: Definitely done with this one.

  • ALIEN HAREM: So I might actually rewrite this. Probably a trilogy, but if I get enough inspiration/ideas and the fan response is high enough, maybe more.

  • VALKYRIES: I definitely want to do a rewrite. Especially given that Amazon for some reason hates this trilogy. When I do, it’ll be at least 5 books long, maybe longer.

  • LIKE A SEX TOY: The novella from the Starter Pack. I actually really love this story, and I feel like it has a great deal of potential. I had an idea for another series that I was trying to make work, and I suddenly realized that I could just put the two together. I’m going to rewrite Like A Sex Toy, and name it something else, and then launch a series from there. I have big plans for this. This might end up being the Demoness of my Sci-Fi Universe.

  • EXPLORATION: This is done.

  • BLIND DATE: This is done.

  • AMAZONIAN’S LOVE: I’m decently sure this is done, but who knows, maybe I’ll feel compelled to do a sequel or two at some point. It certainly has the potential.

  • WILD DISCOVERY: Still want to do this. Like a lot. If you don’t know, it’s a new series with an emphasis on survival erotica.

  • UNTITLED: I’ve recently been hit hard by an idea that I got a seed for last year, so I ended up planning out the whole first novel. It’s the first in a series. If I had to give it a genre, I guess I’d call it hurt-comfort erotica. It’s sad, but it’s like sad on the road to happy, if that makes sense. Really looking forward to this one.

  • KYRA’S GAME: Awhile I go, I held a poll on my Twitter about whether or not people though incest was hot. I do. I’ve wanted to try writing about it, so I decided to write a free series, (since it’s too hard to sell incest). Then it got stalled. Well, the good news is that I finally got my shit together, finished planning it, and wrote some of it! You can read the first chapter right here. I had to create a separate page because I can’t upload these as blog posts, because my blog is tied to my Amazon page and I don’t want to even inadvertently connect it to that site. They freak the fuck out over that shit.


  • SEX & SURVIVAL: I actually want to go ahead and write the final Sex & Survival novel that I intended to but abandoned due to time constraints. So one more book here.

  • HAVEN: Obviously this one is going to go on for awhile.

  • A NEW WORLD: Still not interested in continuing this.

  • THE PALE REDHEAD: I don’t think I’m interested in expanding this any longer. I think I’m getting my winter-survival fix from both Haven and A Warm Place.

  • UNTITLED: Got another idea that’s going to hit one specific fetish REALLY hard, and I’m looking forward to it. A ways off.

  • UNTITLED: Another one of those ‘ties it all together’ series, even farther off.


  • PARANORMAL PASSIONS: For sure done.

  • PARASEXUAL: It’s looking like 6 books is going to wrap this one up. I wanted to have this done in 2019, but now I’m not so sure with Haven going the way it is.

  • ROOMMATES WITH BENEFITS: Nothing more going on here.

  • PINK: Same here. As I mentioned before, I can’t really come up with ideas for my Paranormal Universe, so once Parasexual is done, the universe is going to be done probably forever, unless I get a new idea.

I still do have one or two ideas that don’t fit in any of the universes, but also wouldn’t be a good fit for Crystal Candy, or this theoretical third pen name.

So yeah, hopefully there are people out there who’d actually like some sequels! I have to admit, I love writing them. Coming up with new storylines and characters is fun, but it’s also really fun to see characters and relationships evolve and change.

A few more things I wanted to mention. The first is, you can now see the nude version of the Haven cover here! Sorry it’s a few days late, I really needed to take a break at the end of the month and spaced almost everything. The other thing is: sorry it’s taking so long to get paperback versions of Parasexual 3 and Haven up. Amazon is being a real shit about it. I’m doing it right, but they keep sending it back saying it isn’t up to specifications or something. I’m trying to figure out what the fuck they want me to do and honestly it’s just gone on the back burner since almost no one buys paperbacks anyway.

Wish me luck! If all goes well, I’ll have Haven 2 mostly ready to go by the end of the month.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (May 2019)

I did things in April! Finally!

Let’s talk about it.

So, first and foremost, I got DEMONESS: FAREWELL FOR NOW published. You can purchase it as an eBook for 2.99$ or read it through the Kindle Unlimited HERE. For the unfamiliar, this story takes place in between DEMONESS IV & DEMONESS V (which isn’t written yet.) It’s kind of a Demoness 4.5. Now that John and Yelena have decided to leave the country and go on a new adventure, they want to say farewell for now to their friends, (and fuck them, obviously).

Also, I finally released HAVEN! After years of talking about it, it’s finally out! I’m really excited. You can purchase it as an eBook for 4.99$ or read it through the Kindle Unlimited HERE. The paperback is coming soon. And HERE is the alternate nude version of the cover, if you are a 5$/month patron. For the unfamiliar, this story takes place in my Post Apocalyptic Universe, and is the beginning of a new series.

Finally, the biggest and probably most important thing I did was to launch a brand new pen name. For a more detailed explanation of why I did it, please read THIS POST. To check out my Amazon Author Page, just go HERE. And if you want to get started on the post-apocalyptic ice age harem serial I’ve begun writing (which is, as of right now, 5 parts in), please go HERE. In short, I created this pen name to help take the financial pressure off of Misty Vixen, (which, in turn, will allow me to write more of what I want, like Demoness V!), let me have a faster turnaround time in terms of writing to releasing, which comes in the form of both shorter work and the fact that this operation is 100% reliant on me and no one else, and it lets me write ideas that don’t really fit anywhere else. So far it seems to actually have been a great idea, as Crystal Candy accounted for about 25% of my income in April, which feels kind of crazy. But hey, apparently people really like serial ice age post-apocalyptic harem stories! All these stories I release will be in the Kindle Unlimited, and they should be 2.99$ apiece. So check them out!

So, that was April. What about May?

Unfortunately, I doubt I’ll manage to get anything done for Misty Vixen. I’ve decided to start working on Parasexual 4, and it is theoretically possible that I could have it done by the end of the month, but it is pretty unlikely.

With regards to Crystal Candy however, I plan to get a lot more done. I’m going to wrap up the second trilogy of A Warm Place very soon. Once that’s done, I plan to knock out the first trilogy in my GameLit Sci-Fi series Planet of the Bugs. I feel kind of iffy on that one, but I at least need to test the waters. GameLit’s supposed to be a really hot commodity. Then I’ll probably switch back over to A Warm Place, since I’m actually really feeling that one. I doubt I’ll get beyond that in May, so that’s as far as I’ll go with regards to those plans.

I do intend to start up a Twitter, Patreon, Ko-Fi, and website for Crystal Candy. Some of these will be easy, some not so much and will require more investment (like the website). I’m going to try and get at least some of these done in May.

The only other thing I have to say is that I’ve started a freebie cycle, which basically means that every Monday through Friday from now on, something should be free. Here’s the schedule.

Haven Is Here!


Oh wow, Haven is FINALLY here.

You can purchase it as an eBook on the Kindle for 4.99$, or read it through the Kindle Unlimited, right HERE!

You can also order it as a paperback for 9.99$ right HERE! (Coming Soon)

If you are a 5$/month patron over on my Patreon, you can get early access to an alternate nude version of the cover right HERE!

Now let’s talk about this a little bit, because it has a lot of history.

I had trouble from the inception of my Post Apocalyptic Universe. First, there were only human characters. But then I found a way around that and managed to introduce several inhuman species, which helped spice it up a lot. But as I wrote Sex & Survival, I found myself having a really difficult time coming up with story ideas. I figured my Post Apocalyptic Universe might be dead on arrival. My big problem was that it was just really hard to think of a way to make things interesting with just basic zombies as the primary threat. There’s only so much you can do with that if you’re the kind of writer I am.

Despite this, I thought that I had at least one more idea for a series in me, which actually manifested as the original version of my Post Apocalyptic Universe, before I added in the inhumans. It was called Homestead and the basic idea was going to be basically what Haven is now: a small group of people build a home in a post-apocalyptic setting. It appealed to me a lot, apparently, since I held the torch for it this long.

I put that idea on the back burner after Sex & Survival, as I wanted to develop my other Universes. And that was like 2016. It sat and stewed for awhile. The next big thing to happen was I wrote The Pale Redhead, my free post-apocalyptic short. It was a simple idea, but the idea appealed to me so much that I considered expanding it into a whole novel at one point. (I still might.) That created a stronger image in my head and it’s why Haven is set during the winter. I’ve always liked the idea of writing about winter survival. (As evidenced by my A Warm Place series under my Crystal Candy name.)

Then, at some point, (I can’t remember exactly when, but I want to say late 2017 or early 2018), I had a breakthrough. Add more enemies. For whatever reason, that just kind of unlocked a lot. So I came up with the idea to have the zombie virus which had initially created the inhuman species now jump to the inhumans, thus creating not only more enemies, but far deadlier enemies.

All of this coalesced and Haven was born.

I think Haven could go on for quite awhile. I don’t think it will be my longest series, but…well, it could be. I don’t know. As it stands right now, I have a rough idea of where the series is going to end and how it’s going to get there. The pieces are all gathered, and now it’s a matter of actually assembling them. So it will be fun to see what comes of it.

I really hope you all enjoy Haven!

Official synopsis:

When a medical marvel meant to change the very essence of humanity as a whole was unveiled, it did indeed change everything, but not in a way anyone was anticipating. A virus raged wildly out of control, consuming the whole world, turning half of humanity into mindless zombies, and half of the survivors into a variety of new species known now as the inhumans. In the decades that passed, society slowly began to rebuild and reform around these new realities.

Up until very recently, life on Earth could almost appear normal, if you weren't in a particularly dangerous area. Unfortunately, that all changed when the virus, which had previously only affected humans, suddenly mutated and made the jump to inhumans. Now, the world is ripping itself apart again as an army of new, incredibly lethal variants of the undead roam the countryside, killing everything in their path. And now, the first winter since this latest development is falling across the land.

David was born in the decades after society collapsed, so he was well-suited to a life of having to travel often, scavenge for supplies, and fight the living dead (and sometimes the living). Over the past year, his outlook has slowly grown dimmer, and after the village he decides to spend the winter at falls, leaving him and just a few friends alone and outnumbered in the frozen wilderness, he has no idea how they're going to survive...

HAVEN contains several scenes of hot human-on-inhuman sex, as well as several scenes of violence.

Demoness: Farewell For Now Released!


Okay, Demoness: Farewell For Now is out!

You can read it right now on the Kindle for 2.99$, or on the Kindle Unlimited, right HERE!

Normally I’d release a nude version of the cover on Patreon, but this version is just the same from the previous cover of The Former Princess, only it’s just Yelena instead of Yelena and Ellie. Which you can already see in the Naked Ladies section. Also, no paperback because this isn’t long enough to be a paperback.

Also, all posts I made of the individual shorts have been removed to comply with being in the Kindle Unlimited.

If you haven’t read it yet, this story takes place about a week after the end of Demoness IV. Basically, John and Yelena are going around and fucking all their friends goodbye. Or farewell for now, since goodbyes are sad, and also implies a lot of permanence. It then basically sets up for Demoness V. Which I’m still going to try and write this year!


Official synopsis:

A mini-series set in between DEMONESS IV & V!

After all of their wild adventures across the land, John and Yelena have decided that it's time to start a new chapter in their life. They are packing up their things and taking a ship across the ocean to see a new land. A land that will, hopefully, accept Yelena for what she is.

But before they go, they realize that they have made several friends since becoming a couple, and it would be rude to leave without saying goodbye. Or, if not goodbye, at least farewell for now. And, given the type of friends they tend to make, they are going to be extremely intimate farewells...

DEMONESS: FAREWELL FOR NOW contains a series of highly sexual encounters between a loving couple of a human man and a demoness, and several inhuman women, including a half-giantess and a clan of dryads.

Preview of Haven (Chapter 1)

Hello, everyone! Haven is actually going really well. The only thing that’s going to keep me from releasing it in a reasonable amount of time is that it’s turning out longer than I thought. I do think I’m getting better at figuring that out, but I think it has a HUGE learning curve, given I’m writing entire novels now.

Anyway, here is the first chapter. If you want to read the first two chapters, you can do so over on my Patreon (if you are a 1$/month Patron), right HERE.

I hope you enjoy!


David was now almost positive that he was completely screwed.

If there was a checklist for being screwed in a world ravaged by an apocalypse scenario, then he supposed he’d check off most of them.

Being alone? Check.

Being under-equipped? Check.

Being in the presence of dangerous, mutant monsters that would gleefully shred his intestines at the first available opportunity? Check.

Being lost? Check.

At least he wasn’t wounded, but it was almost dark, and it was colder than it had been all year so far. His breath was actually foaming on the air, which hadn’t happened until today. It was a terrible sign that winter was very, very close.

Technically speaking, David wasn’t sure he was lost per say, because he wasn’t really sure where he was going. This was new territory, and he’d been desperately trying to find some sign of civilization for the past two days. Presently, he stood in the middle of a clearing, looking at the mostly dead trees surrounding him, beneath a darkening gray sky, straining his ears to hear if anything was around him. That was the problem with these new creatures: they were so effective at murder. He never thought he’d miss the day where the only things he had to deal with were zombies and assholes looking to rob him. Those were practically golden days compared to this.

“Shit,” he whispered as he turned around.

Something definitely shifted among the trees and scrub bushes from back the way he’d come. He had a vague notion of heading east, but that hadn’t gotten him anywhere but woods and more woods so far. David tightened his grip on his pistol. It was all he had left at this point. He’d had to trade his hunting rifle not too long ago to join the caravan heading for safety and shelter, and now they and it were gone.

Whatever the thing was, it was creeping closer.

He took aim, waiting, heart hammering in his chest, blood starting to pound in his ears. He could do this. He’d done it before. How many times had he fought for his life? Shoot something? Shot someone? Too many to count at this point. But growing up in a world that had already been devastated for a few decades before you were even born, well...that tended to be an average life for someone who was still alive at the age of twenty four.

What was it?

He was in the woods, so it was probably a damned stalker. Those things were horrifying. He caught a flicker of movement between two of the trees and cursed softly again, adjusting his aim. The sunlight was fading, already heading into twilight. He shifted anxiously. Something again moved, and then silence. The tension was really starting to get to him. There was definitely something there. What if it was a person? He honestly couldn’t tell if it was getting closer or farther away. Maybe it was a person, and they’d been hiding, and now they were subtly trying to retreat because they didn’t know if he was a monster–

A maddened blur of movement abruptly burst out of hiding, into the clearing, and started coming right for him.

David shouted and opened fire, but he saw a second muzzle flare and heard a second gunshot just barely before his own. His shot went wild, but the second (or, he supposed, first), shot hit the back of the creature’s head and sent it sprawling to the dirt like ragdoll. He exhaled sharply as it skidded across the ground and came to rest almost at his feet. It had indeed been a stalker, a slim, slender horror cast in green and brown, and gray as well, meant to blend into the environment. It had long, sharp claws, like black talons, that glinted dully in the fading twilight.

“You were really lucky I was here.”

He looked up sharply, his mind stuttering to catch up to the situation as he abruptly remembered that someone else was there, and that they were armed. He saw movement among the trees not far from where the stalker had come from. It was a lot more obvious this time. David shifted aim as he waited for whoever it was to come to him.

It could be anyone, with any intention.

“Relax, I’m not looking to shoot or rob you,” the person said.

A woman emerged from the trees and he tensed up. She was human and very attractive, and that made him suspicious. He’d seen very attractive women used as bait to lure in horny wanderers before. There were usually armed and armored assholes somewhere nearby, ready to jump on you the second you got close enough. She didn’t fit. Those women were always dressed very scantily, were always unarmed, and way more...demure.

Nothing about this woman seemed demure.

She had on a leather jacket, reinforced cargo pants, and heavy boots. She had on a large backpack and the handle of probably a snub-nosed shotgun peeked over one shoulder. This woman could probably grab it, aim, and fire accurately in a second. An air of extreme competent hovered around her like a presence.

“Thanks,” he said, lowering his pistol.

“Not a problem, I like helping people out. And you look like you need help,” she replied.

He fought an instinct to respond immediately in the opposite, because there was a culture out there among the wanderers and travelers, and a line like ‘you look like you need help’ was often an insult, meant to cut deeply.

But she didn’t look like she was trying to insult him. On top of that, he did need help. Even if there wasn’t something trying to kill him in this moment, he was still lost and alone, with a frigid night on rapid approach.

“I do,” he admitted.

“Okay. You want to come stay at my campsite?” she offered.

“I would,” he replied, then paused. “You’re really just offering? What do you want in return?”

“Nothing,” the woman answered. “I just like helping people.”

He considered it a moment longer. She seemed pretty genuine. Was this a trap? Was there some angle he just wasn’t seeing? “What’s your name?”

“Cait,” she replied.

He frowned, then nodded and started walking towards her, stepping over the corpse of the stalker. Whatever she might be up to, David had to concede that going with her was not only his best bet of survival right now, but his only one.

“What’s your name?” Cait asked as he joined her and they started walking, leaving the clearing, heading into the dead forest.

“David,” he replied.

“Okay, David. So...what the hell are you doing all the way out here, by yourself? You’re the only person I’ve come across today and I’ve been scouting all day,” Cait asked.

He sighed. “I was with a group. We’ve been traveling for a few weeks now, looking for a place to settle for the winter. We’d heard that there was a settlement in this region and that’s where we were going. Then we got attacked by some stalkers and most of the group died, I got separated...that was a few days ago. I’m pretty sure everyone else is dead.”

“Fuck, that’s horrible. I’m sorry,” Cait said. “Well, the good news is that I can give you a relatively safe place to stay for the night, and I can point you towards a settlement. I’m not sure if it was the one you were looking for, but it is a village, and it’s not too far away from here. Maybe three hours’ or so walk. Most of which is on a road.”

“Wow...thank you. Uh, what are you doing out here?” he asked.

“Exploring, adventuring. It’s what I do. This was one of my farther excursions. I felt like coming out far this way for some reason today. Good thing for you I did. Normally I hang around the area the settlement is built in. There’s a lot around, actually. Some abandoned buildings, some outposts set up, a mountain, a lot of forests, a lake, a river, an island. It’s a cool region, actually.”

“Huh. So in the village, or...”

“No, not really. Sometimes I’ll hit up the inn and stay there for a few nights if I’m feeling lonely or I had a really close call or something. But I’m pretty much a wandering nomad. This region is my home. I’ve been exploring it for about two years now. Generally I just kill monsters, plunder old buildings, and help people,” Cait explained.

“That sounds...interesting,” he said. “And dangerous.”

“Oh it is, but I’d admittedly rather do this than settle down. Ah, there we are, home for the night,” she said.

Her campsite turned out to be a small cabin tucked away in a small clearing. By the time they actually hit the front door, the sunlight was almost totally gone from the night, and it was very cold. The wind was picking up, and it had a bitter chill to it. David eagerly followed her into the cabin and closed the door behind him. He saw there were a few locks on it, and he hit them all. Looking around, he saw the windows had been neatly boarded over. They were all uniform and solid-looking boards, nothing haphazard about it.

Although there was only one main room, (there was also a tiny closet and a very small bathroom), it was surprisingly cozy and neat.

“Is this like...your place?” he asked. “It looks nice.”

“Thank you, but it’s not. Just one of them. One of the many things I do as I roam is find places like this and fix them up,” Cait replied as she moved over to a fireplace. She shrugged out of her pack, crouched down, and began getting a fire going.

He couldn’t help but check out her ass. It was really nice, and looked almost showcased with how the pants pulled up tight against it. She was clearly very fit, but there were some nice curves to her. David made himself focus. She’d brought him here to be nice, not to fuck him. Although man would that be fucking awesome.

“Any particular reason?” he asked as he got out of his pack and set it down on the floor next to the single bed in the room.

“It’s fun. That’s why I got started. I wanted a variety of places I could go. But when the new variants started showing up, I figured it would be more helpful to have secure locations scattered across the world. Both for myself and for unlucky travelers like yourself. I leave a little bit of emergency supplies in each one of them.”

The new variants.

Just the mention of them sent a shiver of dread through him. Although he’d been told that the world used to not be a large ruin where half of humanity had been turned into zombies, and half the survivors mutated in a variety of inhumans, he found it hard to imagine. And often counted himself lucky. He’d been born a couple of decades after the great collapse, so to him, zombies roaming around everywhere was pretty normal.

And then, at some point during this year, the virus that turned some people into zombies, and some people into inhumans, began morphing. Rapidly. Suddenly, the zombies became a lot deadlier, and the inhumans, who were immune to the virus, found that they were now capable of turning into deadly nightmarish monstrosities as well.

Nobody knew why this was happening, nor how, only that it was, and apparently everywhere. Or everywhere he’d heard of at least. While before he’d only had to learn to deal with zombies and thieves, now he had a whole array of horrific beasts to survive.

“Aren’t you worried they’ll get broken into and stolen?” David asked, trying to get his mind off the subject of the variants.

“Yeah, I’m sure it happens sometimes, but it’s not like there’s a huge cache of supplies here or something. And I guess I’d rather help the occasional asshole if it means also helping a lot of good people,” Cait replied.

She got the fire going and stood up. She pulled off a black beanie she was wearing and tossed it onto the mantle above the fireplace, letting her hair down. He saw that she had short red hair, and his attraction to her suddenly spiked.

“What should we do about dinner?” Cait asked as she moved over to the door and checked it out. After she seemed confident it was secure, she began checking the windows.

“I don’t have much on me,” David replied.

“That’s fine. I’ve got some canned beef and some bacon stored here. We can fry some up in a pan. Why don’t you get that started? Everything’s in that cabinet over there,” she suggested, pointing to a little kitchenette area that took up one corner of the room.

He got to it, pulling open the cabinets and tracking down a few cans of beef and some sliced bacon, stored in a plastic container. He found a battered black skillet and an old spatula, and brought it all over to the fire.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Cait said as she finished securing the area, then moved over to join him by the fireplace.

“Not much to tell, honestly. I was born in a little village a long ways northwest. When I was eight the village was destroyed by a fire and my parents were killed. A friend of the family adopted me, and we spent the next decade trying to find a new place to settle, but we never stayed anywhere for more than half a year.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” Cait said. “Why?”

“Something would always go wrong. Bad luck. Sometimes the area was just too dangerous. Sometimes there’d be some kind of natural disaster. There was an earthquake at one point. And then we moved towards the middle of the country, and there were a lot of tornadoes. And then we moved pretty far to the south, but a terrible storm hit one summer and wiped out almost everything. I was pretty lucky to get out of that one alive. There was a lot of flooding. And sometimes there were just no prospects there. The community was too tight-knit, they weren’t interested in helping outsiders,” he explained.

“Not surprising,” Cait muttered. “’d you end up here?”

“Well, after wandering from settlement to settlement for so long, I kind of got used to it. I don’t know if I’d say that I prefer it, but it just became my default setting. So I’ve just been, you know, wandering around,” he replied with a shrug. A few seconds passed. “Wow, that got like...kind of dark really fast. Sorry.”

“Why? I’m not,” Cait replied. “I mean, okay, that came off wrong. I’m sorry about the shitty parts, definitely. But...I don’t care that we just met and the conversation took a dark turn. I enjoy these kinds of conversation.”




“They’re...real.” She paused, frowning and staring into the fire. David took the opportunity to tend to the meal. “People value different things,” she said finally. “I mean, there’s the obvious stuff: food, water, warmth, shelter. But then there’s the deeper stuff. People put their time and effort towards other things. Some people like to collect things. Some people like to hunt things. Some people like to help other people. I certainly value helping other people, but one of the things I love experiencing, I love cultivating, are real moments of connection. And that’s hard to find, honestly. People are so...guarded. But this conversation feels real,” she explained.

“That makes sense, I think,” David replied, considering her words. He kept tending to the meat, making sure it didn’t get burned. He did understand what she was saying, and he did know about the connection that could be made between two people. The older people he’d come across still sometimes had curious ideas about how long it should take to form a friendship, or relationship, or to have sex, but David had never understood that. In a world where you might get your head blown off or your guts ripped out on any given day…

Why wouldn’t you try to find pleasure and happiness wherever you could?

And he also knew what she was talking about, how rare it was to find real connections. He’d made fewer of them than he would care to admit, but he knew that relationships were on a spectrum, and he’d gotten at least semi-decent at figuring out where whoever it was he was talking to had landed. A lot of people were guarded, or were only interested in nothing more than polite and shallow conversation, which he supposed was fair enough. You couldn’t go around spilling your guts to whoever happened to cross your path. There were some friendships that developed naturally over time, but with the lifestyle he had, one where he now tended to stay at a place no longer than a month, or if it was wintertime, three months or so, that wasn’t very feasible. And there was something about Cait, something he’d noticed right away.

“ your mind, does this feel like a genuine, rare connection?” he asked.

“It does,” she replied, and smiled at him. “I like you. I like this conversation.”

He felt another pulse of desire hit him hard in his lower stomach, but ignored it for the moment. “I like you, too,” he replied.

“Good! A lot of people don’t,” she said.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I’m too independent, too headstrong, and...admittedly a little too rash in my decision-making. It’s why I largely travel and work alone. I made peace with the fact that I’m kind of impulsive and like to do dangerous things, but I couldn’t make peace with the fact that I might be putting other people in danger. I have no problem risking my life, I couldn’t tolerate risking other people’s lives,” she replied.

“So you never work with anyone? I mean, what if people are willing to also risk their lives on whatever it is your doing?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I work with people. I just meant as a general rule. Sometimes I need help and what I’m doing is too important to fuck up, so I ask for help...I think our dinner might be done,” she said.

He returned his attention to the meat and the bacon, cooking in the skillet besides the fire. It did look done. She got up and moved back over to the kitchen, then returned with a plate. He took out the meat and heaped it onto the plate, then set it down for it to cool. While they waited, the pair each pulled out a canteen of water, then settled in for dinner. For a little while, neither of them spoke, eating the meat after it had cooled down.

“Thank you for this, really. You saved my life,” David said.

“I know,” Cait replied, then grinned at him. “And you’re welcome.” As she ate the last of her meal, she shifted her foot closer to him, until it was resting against his own foot. It felt strangely deliberate. He looked up at her, and she stared back at him with intense blue eyes. He felt a pulse of excitement shoot through him, but felt it hesitated uncertainly. He had to be misinterpreting this. She was a lot more attractive than he was, and she had to have like a decade on him. There was no way she’d be interested in him.

“So...” she said slowly.

“” he replied uncertainly.

She laughed. “Um...anything you particular feel like doing?”

“I mean...maybe?” he replied, more uncertain than ever. She was still looking at him suggestively, and her tone of voice was even more suggestive, but he still could be misreading this, and he didn’t want to offend her or look like an idiot. Or have her laugh at him for the mere idea of her wanting to have sex with him.

“Anything, like, specific you want do tonight? It’s just going to be the two of us here, alone this cabin...with the one bed...”

“Okay, are you like leading me somewhere with this?” he asked suddenly, at one both frustrated and unable to stand the mounting curiosity of if she actually wanted to fuck him.

“Duh!” she cried, then laughed. “Sex, David! I want to have sex!”

“With me?” he asked.

She burst out laughing. “Well no shit! There’s no one else here! I mean, if you’re not interested, please tell me, but if you are, which I think you are, because I’ve seen your wandering eyes–not that I mind–but if you are interested, then speak up! Say so!”

“I’m interested. I really want to fuck you,” he replied, the words tumbling out of him.

“Was that so hard?” she asked.

“I mean, kinda, yeah. Why didn’t you just ask from the start?”

She sighed. “I dunno, people tell me I’m too...pushy. Too forward. And I love having sex, and I meet people. Some of them ask me, but some of them don’t. And once it was pointed out to me that some of the guys I was fucking who might not be into it I might be kind of just pushing into sex. And so I try to let guys, or girls, ask me first.”

“Who wouldn’t be into you?” he replied.

“Gay dudes, bisexuals who just aren’t into ladies right now, inhumans who get turned off by humans?”

“You fuck inhumans?” he asked.

“Yes. I do,” she said very matter-of-factly. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No! No, not at all. I was just...surprised. People don’t really admit to that, you know?”

“Oh...” she smirked suddenly. “Have you been sticking your cock in some inhuman ladies, you naughty boy?”

“I mean...twice, yeah. I haven’t had a lot of opportunity admittedly,” he replied. “Why is it I tentatively question whether or not you’ve fucked inhumans and you get super defensive, but I admit to it and suddenly I’m a ‘naughty boy’?”

“I’m just teasing you, David. Really, it’s nice to meet a fellow sexual liberal who admits they want to or have fucked inhumans. So...who’d you fuck?”

“You really want to know?” he asked.

“Yeah! I mean, we’re about to have sex, this is arousing conversation. Although wait, hold that thought. I want to wash up first,” she replied.

“ got enough spare water?”

She leaned forward suddenly, felt along the floorboards, and suddenly pried up a collection of them, revealing a little space beneath. In it was a small wooden box, and beneath that was a bucket. She pulled both out. Opening the box, she pulled out two bars of soap and two washcloths. The bucket was full of water.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yep. Nice, huh? The heat from the fireplace gets into that little niche and warms the water. Or thaws it, if it’s frozen. I try to replace it whenever I can. There’s a little stream nearby that makes it easy. Now strip, and wash. I prefer my fuck friends clean before I filthy them up,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied, and began stripping down.

He felt almost electrified with lust right now. How long had it been since he’d had sex? Six months? Yes...about six or seven months. Way, way too long. And it wasn’t like it was exactly packed before that, either.

David’s eyes became wholly focused on Cait as she started stripping. She was easily the most physically attractive woman he had ever hooked up with, which only became more apparent as she lost her clothing. Once her bra, which was little more than a very tight, smaller shirt, came off and freed her pale, good-sized breasts, he felt a new wave of intense desire and almost desperate need wash over him and rush through him.

When her panties came off her and he saw the pleasant thickness to her very firm hips and thighs, and beautiful pussy, it only got worse.

“So, come on, spill it. Who and when and why?” she asked as she crouched by the bucket, dunked the soap and cloth in it, and began washing herself.

“Yes, right,” he said, and pushed past the roadblock he encountered when it came time to take off his boxers. Being that he traveled around a lot and at least tried to stick to a decent regimen of working out, David was actually in pretty good shape. He was mostly made of lean muscle and his physique was at least somewhat visible. And he’d been naked in front of women before. It tended to happen when sex was imminent.

But he still felt that intense twinge of discomfort when revealing his dick. How did Cait peel off her own underwear with such apparent ease? Maybe it just came with age and experience. Once he was naked, he joined her in washing.

“I lost my virginity to a rep girl,” he said.

“Ooh, really? Very nice,” she replied.


“Yeah! I mean losing your virginity is...okay, it can be nice. But losing it to an inhuman...well, tell me how it was.”

“It was good. It was really good. I met her awhile ago, at one of the villages were staying at. I was seventeen. We both were. Unfortunately, the village got attacked the next day and we got split up and I just...never saw her again.”

“That’s awful! I’m sorry,” Cait said.

“Yeah. But the only other time I had sex with an inhuman was the last time I got laid, about six months ago. I was passing through a village, I had some spare ammo on me, so I hired a jag prostitute and we...had a great night.”

“Oh give me a break, ‘had a great night’, come on, give me more than that,” Cait said.

“Well...she had an amazing ass. We fucked in missionary at first...and then we switched to doggystyle, and I finished in her pussy...then she let me fuck in the ass. It felt amazing. She also had access to her own tub. We fucked in the morning in that tub, and then I didn’t get a chance to see her again,” he replied.

“Why not? She sounds great.”

“I was going to, but then the town got attacked by a pack of zombies and stalkers...”

Cait sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I get that. That’s happening way too much nowadays.” She shook her head. “But I don’t want to get into that. Tonight, I want to have fun, happy sex.”

“Speaking of don’t have any protection. I don’t think I can reproduce, but I’m also not sure...”

“Oh, it’s fine. I don’t think I can reproduce either, and this wonderful virus that mutated so many of us into monsters also pretty much wiped out STDs, which I used to say was a side effect that was worth it, but not any longer...anyway, point is: I want bareback sex. And don’t you dare pull out. Even if I do get pregnant, I wouldn’t care too much. I kind of want a kid.”

“, okay.”

She grinned at him. “Does that turn you on?” she asked. “You thinking about getting me pregnant?”

“I mean...yeah, kinda?” he admitted, laughing nervously.

“Oh don’t give me that, I can see your eyes. More than kinda...well, let’s make this romantic. And let’s...let’s pretend you’re trying to get me pregnant.”

Fuck, he didn’t think he could actually get hornier than he currently was, but, well here it was. He felt an all new pulse of mad sexual energy shoot through him and his erection begin to throb. He swallowed. “I would like that.”

She grinned, looking very sultry suddenly. “I would like that too, David,” she said softly. “Finish up washing. Hurry now.”

He nodded and finished up. She moved back over the niche and reached down into it, pulling out a pair of towels. She tossed him one and he caught it, then quickly began drying off. He actually couldn’t remember ever being this horny before. Goddamn he wanted her. He couldn’t stop looking at her body. She had so much beautiful, pale skin, with the occasional scar. Cait was clearly in good shape, but she also clearly enjoyed good meals. She had a very nice amount of padding to her body. She did seem like she’d be really good at hunting, which was still probably the best way to get meals. He looked down at her pussy again. The hair around it was short and red. He loved redheaded women so fucking much.

“Okay, enough drying,” she said, tossing the towel on the floor in front of the fireplace.

He agreed and did the same. They raced over to the bed. As they practically dove into it, she immediately began kissing him, pressing her luscious, hot lips against his own. He groaned at her touch, at her embrace, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her to him. He loved the feel of her. She let out her own moan of satisfaction as they locked lips and began to share saliva. As she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his mouth, he tasted her, her natural taste, and it was good. A little sweet, kind of strong.

Her tongue sought his, and soon they were twining and twisting together, wrapping around each other as they passionately made out. David let go of her and put a hand in between them, then began groping one of her big, firm, pale breasts. She felt amazing. Every aspect of her was wondrous and he loved how immediately intimate she was with him. In a way, it felt like they had been lovers before. Her comfort and familiarity with him was welcome. But it also had that gleeful sexual rush of being with a brand new partner.

After a moment, she broke the kiss and looked at him with wild eyes. “Let’s sixty-nine. I want to be on top,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied.

“Thanks!” She kissed him briefly, then shifted around. David laid flat on his back and she straddled his face, settling her pussy over his mouth, and then lowered herself. He stuck his tongue out, seeking her clit, and shivered with excitement as he felt her breath hot against his throbbing erection. He groaned softly as he felt a comforting warmth envelop his balls. She grasped them in her palm and gently began to massage that.

“Oh, you like that, hmm?”

“Hmm-hmm,” he replied, and then she cried out as he found her clit and began to tongue it with slow, sure licks.

“Yes...fuck,” she moaned. “I like that.”

Then he groaned as a fresh wave pleasure hit him when she began to drag her tongue slowly, languorously across the head of his dick. That sent sparks of ecstasy into him, and he was remembering exactly how long it had been since he’d been pleasured by a woman now that he was being forcefully reminded of just how fucking good it felt. And that was way too long. David didn’t exactly consider himself obsessed with sex, but...fuck, sometimes he thought that it alone made life worth living. He just wished he had better luck with it.

Well, he was getting really goddamned lucky right now, at least.

“Mmm...fuck!” he groaned as she took his dick into her mouth and began to bob her head. He heard her muffled laugh as she sucked him off.

She was good at it.

Her lips felt amazing. He kept licking her pussy, wanting to pleasure her just as much as she was pleasuring him, and from the sounds she was making and the way she was twitching occasionally, he thought he was doing at least a half-decent job.

After another minute or so, she stopped sucking his dick abruptly. “I need to fuck,” she said, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Okay,” he replied.

Honestly, he was about there himself. As much as he loved head, he wanted to be inside of her vagina, wanted to feel the unfiltered, raw, impossible pleasure of bareback sex. Because from what he remembered, it was just the absolute best.

She got off of him and he got up. Taking his place, she spread her legs, smiling at him. “Make me pregnant, David,” she said, and he felt a fresh surge of desire and desperate, almost painful, need pulse through him at that.

He had no fucking clue why that was turning him on so much, but fuck if it wasn’t working as a perfect aphrodisiac!

David hastily laid down on top of her, eagerly laying his pulsating cock at the entrance of her bare, hot, wet pussy, and then he slipped it inside of her. She moaned very loudly, spreading her legs wider. “Oh yes, David!” she cried.

“Shh! Not too loud,” he whispered as he pushed his way into her.

“Sorry, hard to help it. You’ve got such a big dick,” she moaned.

Wow, she was being nice to him. In a way, it almost made him a little suspicious. Women typically only stoked his ego when they were trying to trick him into something, but he still didn’t get any of those feelings from her, and right now, he was way too drunk on lust to think straight. Plus, honestly, he’d met women before who just liked being nice.

Fuck. Her pussy.

Her fucking pussy was the best thing in the entire fucking world.

He moaned loudly as he started having sex with her, sliding slowly in and out of her. The pleasure burned into him slowly, and he could feel his dick throbbing in response to the stimulation, to be inside of her fantastically tight pussy.

“Yes...” she moaned, staring up at him, her face twisting in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You feel beyond incredible,” he gasped, going faster and harder.

“Make me pregnant,” she whispered. “Make me pregnant, David. Make me a mother.”

“Oh fuck! You’ve gotta stop with that shit, I’m gonna pop if you keep it up! Your pussy already feels insane,” he managed, and he stopped.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop fucking my pussy!” she yelled up at him, then reached down, grabbed his ass and forced his cock deeper into her.

“Fuck!” he moaned and found that his will was too weak. He really started pounding her pussy, grunting and groaning as he drove into her, making the bed shake.

“That’s it! Yes!”

“Fucking take it!” he yelled at her. “I’m gonna fucking knock you up, Cait!”

“Oh God, David, fill me!” she moaned. “Fill me with your fucking seed! Come on! I want you to make me pregnant!”

He let out an inarticulate sound as he started to orgasm. He absolutely did not want to, and he absolutely wanted to at the same time. David so desperately wanted the sex to go on longer, but his desire to pump that sweet, perfect pussy of hers full of his seed became overwhelming, and the pleasure alone was just way, way too much for him. In a way, he was genuinely surprised that he’d lasted as long as he had.

The orgasm felt like a thunderclap, like being struck by lightning.

It felt like a goddamned seismic event.

An explosion of pure, uncut rapture began in his core and burst outward. And then it did so again, and again, as his cock jerked violently inside of her vagina. And it only got more powerful as he realized that she was coming along with him. She moaned loudly and he felt her vaginal muscles clenching around his orgasming dick, massaging it, and she was getting even hotter and wetter, her body moving against his as they climaxed together.

It felt like one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.

When it was over, he regretted that it hadn’t lasted longer, although he had no idea how long it had lasted. Telling time had been beyond him. He collapsed against her, gasping for breath, resting his head on the pillow beside hers.

“Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...” he gasped, his whole body aching from all the running and other physical activity he’d done over the past week or so being strained by the intensity of that orgasm. It felt like a goddamned full-body one.

“You gonna make it?” Cait asked.

“Fuck me...” he groaned.

She laughed. “Again? If you insist...”

“No, wait, please,” he moaned, then winced as he carefully extracted his insanely sensitive cock from her pussy. “Oh my fuck, that was just...that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, but you wouldn’t stop!”

“I’m satisfied with the experience,” she replied as she got up off the bed. “We both orgasmed and it felt really good.”

“That it did,” he murmured, falling onto his back, staring at the old, time-worm ceiling of the little cabin, which was spinning slightly. “Fuck.”

“I need to double-check that we didn’t get any unwanted company from my noisy display,” she said. “Stay here.”

She took a moment to wash her pussy with one of the rags, then she came back over to the bed, reached under it, and pulled out a robe. “That yours?”

“Yeah, I keep it here. I don’t want to pull all my goddamned clothes back on just for popping outside for a minute. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”

She kissed him, then pulled on her boots, grabbed her pistol, and slipped outside. He sat up, waiting, listening. A moment later, the door opened and she came back inside. “Like I thought, I didn’t see anything.”

Cait rechecked the door and windows once more, then stripped back down, tended to the fire, and then climbed back into bed with him.

“Also, as to your finishing too early concerns, you know we can have sex again, right? And I’m really going to want to. In case you haven’t picked up on it, I’m a horny woman.”

“I’ll need a minute,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” she said, and began kissing him again.

Introducing Crystal Candy

So, I had a breakthrough near the beginning of the month, and it felt like a big one. As in, I broke through a mental dam, and a tsunami was released.

I’m going to start a second author pen name: Crystal Candy.

This was born of several different competing needs, and ideally will solve a few problems. It came in the shower, as cliched as that sounds. Like, just a bunch of different stuff coalesced in my head all at once, and it was like one of those cartoon light bulb moments.

It was a really exciting time.

So why am I doing this? Here are the reasons.

  • Probably the biggest reasons is that there are difficulties that I am facing behind the scenes with my writing career. I don’t want to get too much into it, but let’s just say that I’m impeded in a way that’s difficult to fix. I’m currently working on a more permanent solution, but this, if it works, would really help take some of the pressure off.

  • Money. February was brutal. Although March was definitely a good month, sales wise, April is again looking like it’s going to be brutal. I’d love to not give a shit about money, but honestly there are some things I feel kind of obligated to do, people to help in my life, not to mention paying my own bills, and every month that goes by where I’m not able to do some of those things, I feel guilty. This could help with that. Ideally a lot.

  • Ideas. I have a lot of ideas. I’ve talked about them a lot before, but there’s even more that come to me that I tend to reject or, at the very least, put away for the time being, hoping to be able to find some way of working them in somehow. When I began to understand the potential and parameters of this second pen name, it released a cascade of ideas. Within ten minutes, I had a dozen unique series ideas jotted down. These are ideas that can’t really fit into my current model for Misty Vixen for one reason or another, but, free and independent of that, could work out well, I think.

  • Freedom. One of the coolest aspects of how I’m going to handle this is that I’d be doing this 100% on my own. No one would be helping me at all. There was a brief window of time in 2017 where this was true. Where I was doing literally everything myself, and then I shifted back to relying on other people. And don’t get me wrong, I love being able to work with other people and am extremely grateful for the help they give me. It’s just that the freedom of being 100% in control of something is almost intoxicating.

  • Cover art. Interestingly, probably the most minor reason being that I’ve been thinking for awhile now that I wish I could still somehow use my original cover art style. For any newcomers, all my covers used to have pink women silhouettes against a simple background, like stars if it was sci-fi, or a mountainous or forest landscape for fantasy, etc. I mean, it was basic, sure, but I actually worked hard to come up with that. It had to do several things: like be recognizable, convey what the genre was at a glance, be easy to mass produce, help build a brand, all that. So I figured it’d be perfect for this.

So, what can you expect from Crystal Candy?

Well, a few things will be different from my standard fare.

  • In terms of quality and length, these stories will fall somewhere in between my older work (episodic shorts below 10,000 words), and my current works (60,000+ word novels). I don’t want to say these stories will necessarily be low effort, but they will be written at a brisker pace than my novels. I’ll be aiming for somewhere between 10,000 & 20,000 words per entry. However, there will be outliers. A few of my ideas will be on the lower end, more sex-heavy and less narrative-focused, and some of them will be the opposite.

  • Structurally, I’ll be releasing triple-packs slightly reminiscent of my original packaging, and closer to what I’ve got going on nowadays for my re-released older titles. It’ll be a little more basic, in that there will not be bonus exclusive content, it will be a simple convenience package. Honestly, I doubt many people will feel like buying it and it’s really just there for people to support me, given I earn a bit more if you buy the whole package instead of the individual episodes. (Roughly 6.15$ if you bought 3 titles at 2.99$ apiece, vs. 6.95$ if you bought a single title at 9.99$.) I also won’t be releasing paperback versions unless for some reason there’s a demand for it, because honestly almost no one buys paperbacks even now. On a good month, I might sell a dozen paperbacks. Which, I mean again, honestly, if there’s some people who REALLY want them, I’d put them out, but I really just don’t think people are interested.

  • As in the example above, price wise we’ll be looking at 2.99$ per title, 9.99$ per triple-pack.

  • Everything will be enrolled in the Kindle Unlimited.

  • Here’s probably the most important thing: Content. What will I be writing, and how will these stories differ? My primary focus will be harems, pretty much. That’s the big focus of this: harems. Given that this is closer to a marketing venture, I am making a somewhat more concerted effort to appeal more directly to that market. I’m making a few adjustments to the way I tell the stories and the way the characters interact. Don’t worry, I won’t be writing douche-bro alpha males or anything, but several people have advised me to have more decisive male leads, guys who take charge more and do more shit on their own. So that’s what I’m aiming for: more traditional harem protagonists. As for the plots themselves, well, that’s something else that’s going to be different. I mean, some will be pretty similar to the stuff I’m familiar with writing, but some will be really different.

Honestly, this is one of the reasons I’m so excited. I’ll be getting to write stuff without agonizing over it. More and more often, I’m finding myself getting caught up and stopped dead in my tracks because I’m afraid of screwing something up. Parasexual 3 took way too long to write because I kept worrying if I was going to fuck it all up. Same thing with Haven, a little. I actually wrote like a whole chapter before deleting everything and starting over. Now, that was the right move, as I’m a lot more happy with what I have now, but still, the point stands. With this, I feel a hell of a lot freer. I can take an idea and just fucking…GO! It’s liberating and exciting. One of the ideas I have is like a hardcore horror series that I’m really looking forward to, and I can finally dip my toe into a few genres without going like all-in. Like superhero stuff, or game-lit.

I honestly have no idea how this will turn out, but if it could even become a semi-stable secondary income stream, a nice outlet for my weirder ideas, and more content for fans, then that’d be pretty great.

I currently don’t have a release schedule yet. It’s more of me writing when I can alongside Haven. Basically, I’ll be putting out episodes as fast as I can in trilogies. When one is done, I’ll likely switch over to a second series, or if I’m super into what I’m currently writing, I’ll just keep pressing with the current series. I would deeply appreciate it if anyone would be willing to help me spread the word about this. Word-of-mouth is still some of the most powerful marketing. If you’re part of any erotica, harem, or game-lit groups on Facebook, I’d seriously appreciate help getting the word out. (Facebook wouldn’t let me join. I’m not joking.)

Right now, I’ve got one title out, with the sequel coming out very soon.


You can get it right now, right here, for 2.99$, or for free if you’ve got the Kindle Unlimited.

I’m also working on three other series right now. The first, and most primary, is a GameLit Sci-Fi story, it’s mostly action with a bit of horror. It’s called Planet of the Bugs. I have to admit, I’m afraid of this one, because it’s so totally different from anything else I’ve written. I’ve never even tried writing a story where someone is inside of a video game and that’s part of the story and acknowledged. I’m also writing something called Hot For Teacher, which is, you guessed it! About a dude fucking his former teachers, cause that’s awesome. That one will definitely be shorter and more fuck-focused. I also started writing When the Monsters Came, which is NOT a story about monsters jizzing all over hot chicks, believe it or not. That was just the best name I could come up with. It’s a dark horror about a guy and a few hot chicks trying to escape a city that suddenly becomes overrun with crazy ass monsters.

I’ve got a few other ideas I’ll probably start writing too, since I’m too excited about them.

So yeah, I hope you enjoy the new stuff, and I’m still getting regular work done on Haven. I’ve actually made good progress. And right now, I’m thinking that with this new schedule, I’ll be tackling one Misty Vixen book at a time. And also, that was something I wanted to touch on. If this stuff with Crystal Candy works out, and it takes the financial pressure off, it would actually be really good for Misty Vixen, because then I could write whatever the hell I wanted. So I could hop back onto Demoness V, which would be awesome.

Again, it’d be extremely appreciated if you could help spread the word around.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (April 2019)

So I’m kind of embarrassed to have to start off this newsletter basically the same way as the last one by admitting that March was another bad month, although admittedly for entirely different reasons. Psychologically speaking I’m doing better, so that’s nice. But I suddenly found myself facing kind of just a number of real-life problems, one of which was a medical problem that literally affected my ability to write, and more importantly, read effectively. Naturally, that causes problems for a writer.

Combine that with other annoying and very unexpected problems, and it made for an unproductive month.

So let’s get down to brass tacks.

The good news is that Parasexual 3 was published. Overall, I liked how it came out, but it is a bit darker than the other two. I hope you enjoy it.

Now, unfortunately, I didn’t get very far with writing Haven. Looking back, it feels ridiculous that I expected to have it nearly done by now, and it’s hardly begun at this point. Honestly, it’s embarrassing. But I got hit with the light-headedness and headaches, and then the other problems, and then realized that I really wanted to get Demoness - Farewell For Now written and out of the way, and well, here we are with hardly any of Haven written.

I’m going to refocus my efforts and try to get it written as fast as I can.

The good news is that Farewell For Now is done! For those of you who don’t know, it is a mini-series that takes place shortly after Demoness IV. Basically, it’s a farewell sex tour, as John and Yelena are leaving the country, and have to say farewell for now to the friends they’ve made so far. I have posted all five parts of this story to my website, and you can read them for free for a limited time. I’m not sure how long it will take to edit, but given that it’s not a great deal of content, it probably won’t take too long, so if you want to read them here first, you have a closing window. Below are links.

Other than that, the only other thing I have to say is that I’ve also started planning out Parasexual 4. I’m going to try and balance the two of them as I go on. I’m still not sure if writing two things at the same time is a good idea. I’m considering switching to focusing on just a single thing at a time. I guess we’ll see.

Also, one more thing, I’m starting a kind of perpetual free-book cycle, meaning I’m going to be having a free book available Monday - Friday every week now. I’m not sure how much this will help, but hopefully it’ll help at least some? I’ll make a post about the schedule, but basically I’m making my single novels and the first in each series free on a rotating cycle.

Right now is a little unique, as now Demoness I + II are free through Friday night!

Well, wish me luck.