I've been working on this novel for about nine years now. It's unlike anything else I've written. A raunchy Sci-Fi thriller with sex, transformations, sex, torture, dirty sex, crimes against humanity, and it's even funny in places.
2018-09-10 06:01:45 +0000 UTC
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Wait. Does he have to wear a dress even while swimming?
2018-09-05 23:32:05 +0000 UTC
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Maybe if we ask Fred nice, he'll tell us where he gets this stuff?
2018-09-03 02:26:25 +0000 UTC
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Sometimes dreams do come true
2018-08-29 14:06:41 +0000 UTC
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Three times a week, Girlerizer here on Patreon!
2018-08-27 06:52:30 +0000 UTC
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How do you keep your secret identity secret?
2018-08-24 07:36:38 +0000 UTC
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Have you heard of K-Pop?
2018-08-22 18:31:49 +0000 UTC
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Here's a preview of a new feature we are going to be adding -uh- somewhere!
2018-08-20 07:14:32 +0000 UTC
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Just curious, would anyone like larger and higher resolution images of our covers, with or without text?
We can't sell posters according to the license we buy for the images but someone might want to use them as digital wall paper.
Let me know.
2018-08-19 01:31:08 +0000 UTC
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Harper finds out what life is about through playing basketball.
2018-07-26 05:28:20 +0000 UTC
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The third Easy as Falling off a Bike ebook will be going up on Amazon later today or tomorrow. Here's a preview of the cover and the blurb. :)
"How does life keep getting more complicated for “Lady Catherine”? It’s as easy as falling off a bike!
"Cathy finds herself in hot water more often than a tea bag, and brews up a steaming “cuppa” trouble! Daring rescues, Telly interviews, flailing yard brushes and leaping dormice — it all seemed like a good idea at the time! &nbs...
2018-07-11 22:02:06 +0000 UTC
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I wore myself out, trying to make a decision. Did I keep exploring, hoping to find an exit? Did I take the risk of putting on the tiara headband where Yonee’s mysterious “owner” might still lurk? And what should I do about the stone egg that seemed to hold Yonee’s magic?
Nervous exhaustion struck suddenly. I barely had time to drag myself near a w...
2018-07-02 20:15:21 +0000 UTC
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Not Entirely Myself Today
By Erin Halfelven
I hurried home that evening because I had finally done it. I had lost my mind.
And I'd definitely overspent my budget. Ever since skinsuits became more reality than fantasy, I wanted one. Never mind that the good ones, the ones that I wanted, cost more than a top-of-the-line luxury automobile, I wanted one.
After I sold my first book, "You Gotta Listen," all I could think about was spending my advance on something I rea...
2018-06-30 19:25:07 +0000 UTC
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This is the cover for Melanie Brown's new book which should be coming out from DopplerPress very soon.
Melanie sent me several files of what she thought the cover might look like. Several of these were images I could acquire from one of the stock photo sites but each of those had some flaw for my purpose. The chief flaw being no good way to add a title to the image. I picked out a similar image from one of the stock image places where we have an account and cropped it to fit the proportions of...
2018-06-28 13:49:32 +0000 UTC
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Copyright © 2007 by Susan Brown
All Rights Reserved
Lonely Heart
by Susan Brown
ONE
Joanne looked at her watch for the hundredth time and tapped her foot impatiently.
She had been waiting under the clock at the station for twenty minutes. Admittedly, she was a bit early. They had agreed on the telephone that they would meet at eight o'clock and it was still only five to eight.
She glanced at her watch yet again and then looked arou...
2018-06-25 04:10:07 +0000 UTC
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One Fairy Too Small
As soon as it didn’t matter if she continued, Maebh stopped sneezing immediately. “Ub course,” she muttered, sniffling.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Shawn said. “No, no, no!” She lay on her back on the other side of the room with her knees in the air and her hands on the bulges emerging from her t-shirt which had been pushed up around her neck by the expansion. A mass of fluffy curls surrounded her, flowing onto the bed and seeming to cascade to th...
2018-06-23 17:02:15 +0000 UTC
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No one could have felt more surprise than Red did waking up in his own bed. Alone. "Wow," he said. "It was all a dream after all."
Or maybe not. The hangover after a night spent drinking seemed real enough. After one attempt to rise, he lay very still, hoping that the bed would not attempt to throw him out the window or down the stairs. Being still drunk and hungover besides seemed unfair, and Red opened his mouth to complain about it when the door to his room opened and in came h...
2018-06-19 21:06:48 +0000 UTC
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I knew I wasn’t dead anymore because my butt felt cold like I had been sitting on a cement park bench in the winter. My mind felt half-frozen, too.
Not a park bench, I sat on the floor of a cave that had been smoothed out and altered as a living space. I could barely see in the dimness but light filtered in from somewhere above. There were large mounds on the floor all around me, and by large, I mean much larger than me.
The darkness stretched away in all directions ...
2018-06-12 23:20:39 +0000 UTC
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“Hmm,” said Johnny, looking over the garments on the bed. He picked up something that looked like a vest or some kind of undergarment. He took his measuring tape and checked the dimensions of the thing. “This should work,” he announced.
“What is it?” I asked.
“’Tis a set of stays that will fit you, well enough. If I have enough time, I’ll remake a pair be...
2018-06-11 02:27:04 +0000 UTC
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Found image. :)
2018-06-09 02:25:58 +0000 UTC
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I stood there, just out of the bath, nude in front of the slender young man who had entered. Being naked was not comfortable, I was acutely conscious of my curviness and felt terribly exposed. Even assuming this guy was gay didn’t really help. I reached for one of the two towels I had laid out to cover myself up. “Are you the chaplain?” I asked.
“They call me that because I’m a good listener,” he said, showing a set of dimples. “Let me help. Oh, such a magnificent he...
2018-06-07 20:23:38 +0000 UTC
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All the Patron pledges have cleared now for the month so all Gold and above Patrons should message me here on Patreon with their choice of DopplerPress book and what format they would like the book in. Mobi (Kindle) is standard but we can do Epub and PDF and several other formats, too.
Here's a link to the DopplerPress listing at Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2M0UkD0
And one for Amazon UK: 2018-06-06 15:55:37 +0000 UTC
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Okay, uploaded image again, here. It's horrible, with my hair not brushed and the light all weird.

2018-06-05 16:35:29 +0000 UTC
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I marveled that I had been able to get through the rather narrow door between the two cabins with a butt like that. I turned around and looked at it over my shoulder, pulling my hair out of the way because it was long enough to obscure the view.
It was so big, it looked like a joke. Gammon might have been patting me there to see if it was real. “Oh lord,” I thought. “Why am I such a perfect ass?” Which threatened me with more hysterical giggles.
At least no one...
2018-06-04 20:17:05 +0000 UTC
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They came from the same direction we had come from, more of the huge green things than I could count. Gunshots banged out from our side but they had firearms, too, monstrous pistols like the one we had found for Trike.
I was facing the wrong way to see how our guys were doing and I could not move. The voice in my head had told me not to and I had to obey!
“Who are you?” I tried to ask mentally, since I could not even move my mouth to ask out loud.
“D...
2018-06-03 16:58:51 +0000 UTC
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Gammon opened the big door without a key and showed me a room divided in two by a partition and what I had to assume was the butt end of the mizzen mast he had mentioned. It was a large room, the width of the ship and about the same measure deep. Large windows filled the squared off end with the sea visible through them. One side, port, held a desk, a couple of chairs and an enormous gun. The other larger side held a bed, cupboards, another equally huge gun, a thing like a free-standing...
2018-06-01 19:13:40 +0000 UTC
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I dozed on the trip to the ship but kept starting back awake as the water in the sinkhole closed over me. Would I be facing such visions for the rest of my life? Was this PTSD?
And there was always that second shock, of realizing that yes, I was a girl now and not dreaming that. It was hard to ignore the feel of my body under the coat I kept snugged against me. And everyone around me was a man, most of them looking at me the way a mastiff looks at a pork chop.
David sat on o...
2018-05-30 21:52:38 +0000 UTC
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Oh God. I was a girl. How could this have happened? Was I crazy? It didn’t seem possible that this was a dream, the gritty sand I was…sitting on made it impossible to believe in a dream that would include such sensations. At least, I wasn’t a mermaid.
“Are ye sure?” he asked, looking worried.
I looked at him. “That I’m not dreaming?” I asked.
He laughed again. “No, that you’re not cold. Ye look a bit… blue. It’s December and even this far south,...
2018-05-28 15:20:39 +0000 UTC
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DopplerPress's fiftieth Kindle title is Baseball Annie by Angela Rasch. This is the cover I finished yesterday for the book that will be available in a few days.
It's based on a public domain photo I found and required some changes since the uniform in the original is RED but the character in the story plays for the Twins who wear BLUE. LOL.
The little reddish or greenish chips around the blue areas are the result of photo manipulation to change the color.
The font I used has...
2018-05-27 14:45:21 +0000 UTC
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