Let’s get uglier with this conversation. Because the cute productivity version of this story is a lie. I did not build this posting machine because I am organized. I built it because I got sick of watching mediocre visibility win over better books. ...
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Turkey, Dressing, & Triflin’ B*tches: She Got Stuffed by Her Brother’s Husband Then Asked for Seconds
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AMOS Thanksgiving was supposed to be about family. Instead, I caught mine splitting open over my mama’s kitchen counter with my husband buried deep inside my sister like she belonged to him. Devon was supposed to be mine. Loyal. Gay. Sacred. But now, the lines are blurred, and the truth don’t taste like truth no more. It tastes like betrayal, sweat, and something I still want, even if I hate myself for it.
KIYA I never meant to fall for him. But Devon saw me when nobody else did, not even my own brother. One look, one touch, and I stopped caring about right or wrong. What started in secret became something we couldn’t quit. He was married. To my blood. But love don’t always show up clean, and sometimes the heart picks the messiest road possible. I ain’t sorry. I just want him to choose me out loud, even if it costs us everything.
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TikTok’s Falling and Everyone’s Screaming. But Baby, This Ain’t New. We’ve been here before. Instagram started banning words they created. Facebook wants you to sell but won’t let you swear. YouTube changed monetization rules so often, whole careers...
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I was 23, broke as hell, and hungry. Not "aesthetic latte & vision board" hungry, real hungry. Hungry like I was skipping meals so I could pay for Canva Pro. Hungry like I was still formatting my own books in Google Docs with a prayer and a free...
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Damn, this has been a trying topic to tackle.From feeder cults to being locked in an escape room and getting intimate with your stepbrother’s best friend… while your best friend watches? Crazy is an understatement.I never thought I’d dive this deep i...
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There aren't a lot of fat folks in fiction.And I don't mean curvy. I mean FAT.In my last post, I talked about the lack of representation in love stories—especially in spicier fiction that delves into specific niches.Enter Feeder/Feedee culture.If you...
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I’m tired of erotica all being the same.It’s so hard as a steamy author to find images of non-white, non-women, non-skinny models for my book covers.And there’s nothing wrong with that type of erotica. But go to the bestseller’s list on your favorite...
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Contemporary romance authors, I'm calling you out.Why are all of your FMCs "do no wrong" characters and the MMCs are the corrupt alphas?I'm so tired of "perfect" female characters whose only flaw is that they drink or don�...
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Who TF Is Sydney Feron?
I'm the Cruella of Fiction, the problem child of indie romance, and the reason your fave keeps their little smut PG. I write unhinged, Black-ass, urban-only books dripping in scandal, soaked in side-eyes, and too filthy for mainstream shelves.
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If you’re looking for safe love stories with polite characters and soft glances, this ain’t it.
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