Yes, I've finally published a new book! Cassie Diamond, a fading Hollywood starlet, has been given a chance to reprise her most famous role: an Ogre princess. But after an ill-fated encounter with Bruce, a thief who stole an enchanted artifact, Cassie finds herself transforming into an Ogre for real. She finds herself becoming bigger, stronger, taller, fatter. Even her personality is becoming more monstrous, aggressive, and dominant. Will she and Bruce find a way to return to normal, or will she embrace her new dark side? Read the excerpt on this site and then get the full story on Amazon! It's 14,000 words of steamy Ogre transformation.
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I've been very busy working on the coding for The Pirate's Fate, my visual novel project, which has become much larger than I initially anticipated. I'm still finding a little bit of time to do some writing, but I haven't had been able to publish new stories. This is partly because of factors outside my control, such as problems finding artists for a good cover image, and the genre of some of my commission requests.
I do, however, have a lot of ideas for the future. Once The Pirate's Fate is completed, I'll hopefully get to explore some of those, and try to do some more community engagement to see what people are interested in. Thanks so much to all my fans for being patient. When I'm able to post new stories and other content later on, I promise they'll be worth the wait.
I'm still hard at work on The Pirate's Fate, my visual novel project. A rough draft of the script is nearly finished.
I'm attending Califur this weekend and I'll have a booth. I've also finished a new anthro / WG illustrated ebook, called "A Taste of Paris." When Shy Abby started her internship at a bakery in Paris, she didn't expect to be working for the beautiful, talented, outgoing Gia. Will romance bloom? Find out in A Taste of Paris, an illustrated story with weight gain elements. Includes dozens of shaded, colors pictures and 8,000 words. Excerpt below:
“I wanted to ask, have you found a place yet, darling?” said Gia, as she locked up the front door.
“Uh…no, I’m staying at a youth hostel until I…”
“Great! So no place? You’ll stay with me, then,” she said, clasping her hands together.
She’d phrased it as a statement of fact, rather than as an offer, I realized. Was talking that way a French thing, or was it a Gia thing?
Oh my God, I then thought – I’m staying with her! It was exhilarating to think I’d be staying with Gia, but the thought that I’d be rooming with my boss seemed like a recipe for trouble.
“How much do you want for rent? Because I can’t afford …” I asked, hoping that might give me an easy out.
“Rent? Rent??” she asked, bursting into gales of laughter. I didn’t know why she was laughing, but it proved infectious, and I started giggling too. It was so unlike hers – mine being high pitched and chortling, like a schoolgirl watching a cartoon, and hers was deep, throaty, the kind of laugh you let out after hearing a raunchy joke.
“You silly girl,” she said, reaching towards me and pulling me into a tight embrace, then planting two air kisses on either sides of my ears. This one felt more like it was a French rather than Gia thing, I decided – but at this point, Gia clearly knew I was shy American, so her decision to do the gesture anyhow might itself qualify as a Gia thing.
“I won’t charge you a…how you say? Pretty penny,” she said as she pulled away.
“Oh…thank you, thank you…” I babbled.
“Come,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the store. I assumed she was leading me to her place, and was surprised when we wandered into an outdoor market.
“You live here?” I asked. I knew it was a stupid question before the words left my lips, so why’d I say it? Was being around Gia making me perpetually flustered, or was I just hoping to get another ‘you silly girl’ hug?
“Yes, welcome home.” said Gia. “My fireplace is that flambe, and my mattress is those loaves of bread.”
I’d become so caught up in my own recriminations that it took me a few seconds to realize she was joking, and by then it felt too late to laugh. So I summoned up a grin, before reflexively closing my lips, on account of how I hated how big my teeth looked.
“Let’s get supper, shall we?” said Gia, who practically danced her way across the aisles, buying this and that unfamiliar foodstuff. She spoke French to every shopkeep, but she spoke it so quickly that I couldn’t hope to understand it. All I could take in was the garrulous raw sound, the inflection, the clearly cheery and pleasant tone with which she greeted the world. Even in English, I realized, she’d be speaking a foreign language to my ears.
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