Kindle Unlimited is Raping the Sh*t out of Authors!!

I don’t give a damn how many authors love Kindle Unlimited, how many authors who swear by it, that shit is a rip-off. How the hell do you pay somebody a half of a cent per page? I can’t hold half of a cent in my damn hands, are you shitting me? Brace yourselves, as you can see this post is about to get so ugly.

I wrote a blog post about this before back in March about Kindle Unlimited when I really began researching it after putting my books back in Kindle Unlimited in January but not at all happy with the pay out for the number of pages being read. At the time I had four books out and for January I had over 25k pages read. (Not bad considering I put the books in KU in mid January.) Since Amazon only paid $0.0047/page read that amounted to a whopping $117.50 (thank the lord for the paperbacks I sold on my website and the ebooks that I sold on directly on Amazon outside of KU)

Since Prince died, the main thing I kept hearing about him was he was adamant about ownership- own your own business, own the rights to your music, your work etc, whatever it is, just make sure you OWN IT! Prince had his music wiped from damn near every music streaming site and I don’t too much blame him because it takes away from the artists’ pockets and we have to eat too! So I took a page from his book after analyzing some things. Amazon takes 30% of our royalties for ebooks sold through kindle as long as it is $2.99-$9.99. Anything under $2.99 or over $9.99 they take 65% and you, the author, only get 35% which makes absolutely no sense to me. Many authors like myself put blood sweat and tears into our work, writing the book, editing the book, formatting the book, designing the cover, marketing the book, promoting the book yet many are getting a lower cut since $0.99 ebooks seem to be the new wave to appease cheap readers. (I’ma get to that shit in a minute) That’s like going to a job and doing 95% of the work yet when it’s time to get paid, your boss gets 95% of the pay and tosses the scraps to you. Huh? Hell naw!

I’m hearing that a lot of authors are jumping ship from KU and I don’t blame them, in fact… I’m diving overboard right along with them because this is madness. It’s ludicrous to think it’s okay to pay an author $0.0047/page read. Two things wrong with that is again, I can’t hold $0.0047 in my hand and I don’t sell pages. I sell books. So if a reader downloads my book, I should be paid for it. When an mp3 is downloaded, the artist isn’t paid based off of how many minutes of the mp3 is listened to. When an album is downloaded off of amazon, the artist isn’t paid based off of how many songs are listened to. They are paid for the song downloaded and they are paid for the album downloaded. Pay me for my book when it’s downloaded.

If anything, Kindle Unlimited is more beneficial to readers and not authors. Yes it is an all you can eat buffet for readers who want a huge library without breaking their pockets but over-all it does nothing for many authors and I’m reading that more and more on different blogs in the comment sections. How dare Amazon require that we make our books exclusive to their site but then pay us pennies for our hard work? Oh I’m sorry, half of pennies!

People/companies/corporations can only treat you the way you allow them to treat you. Authors need to demand more and demand to be paid for our work because without many of our awesome books, KDP would not flourish as it does. We have to stop being afraid to stand outside of the box and work harder. For the writers who put out great books, our work will speak for itself and the payoff will come. For the hacks who hide their not so good work behind pretty covers and cheap prices, well eventually the jig will be up and either you’ll get it together or fade to black. The choice is yours. I don’t see myself being on KU or KDP by the end of the year. I know my worth. Do any of you know yours?

Licked into Submission- African American Erotica

Licked into Submission…?? What the…? What is this!? Yes, I know. It’s a heck of a title right? And just looking at the title, you can only imagine what the book is about, right? Well for those of you who have read A Thug’s Life Revisited, you were lucky enough to get the sneak preview at the end of that awesome read. All I’ma say is, somebody finna get pregnant from this book and it ain’t gonna be me!

So how exactly does a person get licked into submission? Mannnn listen! It’s kinda like being dickmatized except it’s worse ESPECIALLY if the man is bringing good dick with him as well. Ladies, let’s all be adult now. I’m sure we’ve all had that guy that we promised ourselves we would never touch again not even on our most desperate night and all it took was for a song to come on the radio that made us reflect back to an encounter we’ve had with this man and before you know it, we’re texting, talking, licking, sucking and the rest is history. That man is always the toxic man, the one momma never warned us about because chances are she was battling the aDICKtion or she was licked into submission her damn self. That man is poison, no good for us, but got damn it he can do some fierce things with his tongue and we just can’t stay away.

Have I been licked into submission? Ha! Wouldn’t you like to know? I wouldn’t say I was licked into submission per-say but he who shall be renamed BLACK ASS could win a gold medal in the Hugh Hefner cunnilingus Olympics and they would have to create a platinum medal for him for the fuck-a-thon. *Shrugs* It is what it is.

Needless to say, I’m throwing my hat in the ring for writing a hot sex book. I mean a book so hot and so juicy, you may need to sit with a spray bottle and spritz yourself with cold water while you’re reading. I say, load up on some condoms and make sure you got your depo shot on time LOL because it’s about to get real!

African American Erotica books can be tricky as you do not want to come off as raunchy, without class, promiscuous and slutty… well… at least I don’t. While I advocate being sexually uninhibited and think that women should not be ashamed of their sexual appetite if it is a hefty one regardless of how men try to stigmatize those who do have one with labeling them as hoes (meanwhile their body count could fill a fucking grave yard but that ain’t none of my business though LOL) I still think a level of class should be placed in books that contain a lot of sex scenes. Is it possible to be classy and raunchy at the same time? Hell yes! Duality is a talent like a mug! I think books that are in the erotica genre should not be focused solely on descriptive, juicy sex scenes but should still contain a plot. After all, without a plot or a point to the story, it’s pretty much a literary porno. So I’m taking my time with this.

How about a taste? You think you can handle it. Chilllllle Listen, I had to take a break after the first five pages. Keep in mind I’m single with no one to take my (clears throat) frustrations out on while writing this book LOL. First, check out this BOMB ass cover that I did and comment letting me know what you think.liscover2I’m so excited to be doing this book! I can’t wait until I finish and it’s ready to be released to the world. I was hoping to have it done by the summer but, we shall see! In the meantime, feast your eyes on this…

Shadows of the candles’ flames danced on the wall as the scent of coconut oil and Jasmine scented flowers filtered throughout the room. But, those scents were being out-done by the over- powering aroma of sex infiltrating my bedroom.

J-Holiday crooned through the surround-sound in my bedroom and I could curse his fine ass right now because I was definitely being put to bed… bed… bed. I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this again, that I wouldn’t allow myself to be seduced into being Carmelo’s bed wench again because it doesn’t seem like the situationship that we’ve gotten tangled up in is a good idea. For some reason, R-Kelly is in my head right now because my mind was definitely telling me no. But my body… yeah, my body was telling… no screaming yes. Yes! Lawd, yes! Hell, my body was speaking languages I’d never known after feeling Carmelo’s warm, wet tongue twirling, swirling, and flickering back and forth across my clit to the beat of J-Holiday’s song “Bed”.

My hands were tied with silken, white scarves to the Maplewood headboard attached to my king sized bed. While I usually don’t allow myself to be in this kind of state of vulnerability, the way Carmelo’s pussy licking technique is set up, I don’t mind being vulnerable for one more night. And ahhh, there lies the problem. But that explanation is going to have to wait… one… minute…

Damn, Carmelo just pushed my legs back to my chest with his arms hooked around them so I couldn’t run and his tongue is giving my pussy the tongue thrashing that it craves. My back arched against the black silk sheets and my arms yanked at the silken scarves wanting desperately to grab ahold of something, preferably the back of his head so I could grind my pussy all over his mouth. Not being able to do so was driving me mad.

I felt his fingers exploring my tight wetness, going in and out as he licked and sucked me into an orgasmic heaven and my God did I cum so hard once he began sucking on my clit and pushing his fingers in deep enough to hit my G-Spot. I don’t know what was hotter, the fact that he could do with his fingers what most men can’t do with their dicks, or the devilish look on his face as he stared at me while he lapped up my cunt juices like a cat would lap up cream.

I breathed deeply as I looked down at him, sure that he was going to untie me so I could return the favor. As the saying goes: one good lick deserves another and he definitely deserved to have his dick devoured whole. But instead, he positioned himself on his knees in between my legs as he held his thick, throbbing, black, rock-hard, nine-inch dick. I stared like a wide-eyed child seeing a plethora of gifts under the Christmas tree. And in my mind I was thinking, “Oh shit, he brought dick with him, too!” Life is good…

Carmelo grabbed my legs and put them up over his shoulders never taking his eyes off of me, which always made the sex between us so damn hot. These damn silk scarves were in the way. I wanted to grab the dick myself and put it in. I wanted to grab his ass and feel those tight, muscular glutes flexing as he pumped that big, black ding-a-ling deep inside of my tight, wet tunnel. But he wanted me to take it how he gave it. And judging by that hungry, animalistic look in his eyes, he was about to beat this pussy up something fierce.

I gasped when I felt him enter me slow and deep. With my ankles atop his shoulders, he pushed my knees back to my chest and gave me a long, wet, sensuous kiss, with his tongue dancing around my mouth so I could taste the sweet flavor of my nectar on him. And then he went to work. I lost count of how many times I came. By the time it was over, my toes were throwing up gang signs and I was sure I was about to slip into an orgasmic coma, too.

Carmelo untied my wrists from the headboard and they fell limp on top of my chest as I struggled to gain control of my breathing. I had cum so hard and so many times, the black silk sheets beneath me were soak and wet. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my ear as I slowly began to come down off of my erotic high.

“You good, Tavia?” he asked me in his sexy voice that could send my kitten in an uproar just hearing it.

I nodded my head. “Oh yeah,” I said with a grin. He intertwined our fingers and kissed my ear again and before I knew it, I could tell he had fallen asleep by the sounds of his slow, deep breathing.

“Fuck!” I cursed myself. “This mofo was not supposed to spend the night. That wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to be moonwalking his ass to the 6 bus stop right now! Damn, I done fucked up again!” I shook my head in disgust as I came to the realization that I had once again allowed this man’s ability to fuck like a porn star trying to win a gold medal in the Hugh Hefner Olympics and eat pussy like a Cunnlingus king, lick his way into my heart, lick his way into my bed… and lick me into submission. Shame on it all!

Afeni Shakur- Mother of slain 90s Rapper, Tupac, Dead at 69

afenishakurDamn! Damn! Damn!!!! What the hell is going on in 2016??! Tony Burton (Apollo’s trainer from the Rocky movies) Vanity, (Prince protege) Prince and now Afeni Shakur! We’re still getting over the shock of Prince, and now this! Everybody checking out, meanwhile Betty White sitting back sipping on her tea like “death, fuck is that? I don’t know the meaning.” Bruh!

For those who don’t know who Afeni Shakur is, she is the sister of Assata Shakur, wife of Mutula Shakur tupacandafeniand mother of slain 90s rapper, actor and poet, Tupac Shakur. She was also a member of the Black Panther party. While pregnant with Tupac, Afeni was accused of being involved in a conspiracy to commit a terrorist attack and was incarcerated. Afeni defended herself and was acquitted of all charges against her. Not long after her release from prison, she gave birth to Tupac Shakur on June 16, 1971.

With Cointel-Pro working against the Panther party and setting many of the members up for crimes they did not commit as well as killing them (Huey P Newton and Fred Hamilton) Afeni Shakur struggled with gaining and keeping employment which forced her into poverty while Tupac was growing up and they moved from New York to Baltimore and then finally, California. Afeni had a short battle with drug addiction but bounced back tremendously and remained a strong influence in Tupac’s life hence the song “Dear Mama” that he released in 1993, dedicated to her. Even after Tupac’s murder in 1996, Afeni continued to advocate for her son, winning the rights to over 150 of his songs from Death Row which she later released on her own label “Amaru Records” (Amaru was Tupac’s middle name)

Sadly on May 2, 2016 an ambulance responded to a 9-1-1 call at her home in California and she was transported to a local hospital where she was pronounced dead. It is believed that she had a heart attack.

Afeni Shakur was indeed a powerful force showing that she can battle an unjust system and win, overcome adversity and still stand for her people. She will definitely be missed.