time, the final frontier… a while ago I wrote an erotic book. Not a romantic novel, not a sweet erotica, a book so erotic if it’s printed it will leak sperm from it.
The famous Fifty Shades only takes our lovely housewives to a threshold and leaves them there, panting without ever crossing some lines or pushing them beyond certain comfort zones.
My book is not for comfort zones, not for housewives, not for virgins, women who want to inhabit the submissive or un-empowered roles.
This book is for the character who wants to be the centre of attention, who wants to know what it is like, in detail, to have multiple partners.
The niche is for heterosexual women with a very strong preference to bed men. Who like their masculine traits and everything about them.
During the time when I tried to sell it, I discovered a new word to describe it: INVERTED HAREM.
Gotta love it!
A few years ago I tried to sell the book to appropriate publishers and get myself a related agent without success. After several refusals, I left it. The energy to self-publish, then, didn’t come. So I left the book rest because the story was not technology dependent, and wouldn’t age.
I let it breathe and age.
time passed
My writing grew. I grew. My writing voice transformed and I became so much more powerful in my writing. Now I have reviewed the book.
The first chapter was challenging, technically, because the setup was complicated. Now I have the writing ability to make it clear and interesting to read, which before I didn’t as much.
I am so happy now, the new manuscript is delicious. I am sending it for the editor for proofreading and shortly it will be available.
Watch out for the “Rule of Ten”…
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