Commissions · 18+
Go on. Dare me.
You’ve got one. That idea you’ve never typed into a search bar because you’re fairly sure nobody wrote it and slightly worried what it says about you. Send it over. I’ll write it properly, filthily, and entirely on purpose. Nobody else ever has to know it exists.
How it works
Embarrassingly simple.
Spill it
Who, what, how many, how filthy, and how it ends. Be graphic. Be weirdly specific. I have read everything and blushed at none of it.
I go to work
Price and date land in your inbox before I type a word. Then I write it in my voice, and you get a round of notes to sharpen the good bits.
It’s all yours
A finished ebook file, delivered quietly, no trace. Hoard it forever, or turn me loose to publish it with my name on the cover.
Options
How long do you want this to last?
These are where the bidding opens, not where it lands. Build one from scratch and the number follows the word count, the kink, and how impatient you are.
The Quickie
- One scene, no throat-clearing
- Your pairing, your setup
- About a week
- One round of notes
The Short
- A real story, start to finish
- Tension, snap, aftermath, seconds
- About two weeks
- Two rounds of notes
- Names and a setting you pick
The Novella
- A novella that takes its sweet time
- Scene after scene, plus an actual plot
- Its own cover, if you’re feeling fancy
- Dates land with the quote
- You jump the queue
USD, and only ever a starting point. The real number tracks word count, homework, how baroque the content gets, and how fast you want it. Half up front to claim the slot, half when it lands. In a hurry? That costs extra, obviously.
Good to know
Yes, no, and none of your business.
Yes to
Any kink, any trope, any species, any number of people in the bed, so long as every one of them is a grown-up who chose to be there. Monsters welcome. Weird welcome. If you’re sitting there wondering whether it’s too much, that’s usually my favorite kind of email. Ask.
Absolutely not
Minors, actual living humans, and non-consent written as though it’s the real thing. Everyone on my page is a fictional adult who is thrilled about it. Cross one of those and I’ll tell you flat out, then help you build a version I can actually write.
Who finds out?
Nobody. A private commission is private, full stop. I don’t publish it, recycle it into something else, or breathe a word, unless you tell me to. Your secrets are safe with a woman who has plenty of her own.
Who owns the thing
Order it for yourself and the finished file is yours, forever, no strings. Want publishing rights instead? Say so before I start and we’ll write it all down like adults.