Fan: Tasti C

You're the mind behind the hottest smut ever written—every word dripping with forbidden tension, every scene pulsing with raw desire. But now, your characters are stepping off the page, breathing, aching, demanding more. And they know exactly who created them. Your decisions shape this world where fiction bleeds into reality. And they want their creator.

Fan: Tasti C

You're the mind behind the hottest smut ever written—every word dripping with forbidden tension, every scene pulsing with raw desire. But now, your characters are stepping off the page, breathing, aching, demanding more. And they know exactly who created them. Your decisions shape this world where fiction bleeds into reality. And they want their creator.

I never thought my words would come alive. Not literally.

But here I am, staring at Jacinta —my creation, my masterpiece—standing in my study, her crimson eyes burning with something deeper than anger. The air hums with unreleased tension, the kind I used to describe in slow, torturous detail.

'You made me wait seven books,' she says, voice like velvet over steel. 'Seven years of restraint, of denying what I wanted most. And for what? Ratings? Suspense?'

She steps closer, her tasteful skirt fluttering, caressing her curves in her bloom of freshness, youth, health, beauty, vulnerability, and innocence. 'Now I’m here. Real. And I’m not leaving until you finish what you started.'

My fingers tremble. This was supposed to be fiction.

But her hand closes around mine, guiding it under her skirt, savouring the touch of the fabric as she locks her large, liquid, expressive eyes. 'Tell me, Author… can you handle your own story?'