A Novel Story - Part 1 (Patreon)

A washed up writer accidentally gets transported into his own trashy romance novel and has to get to the end in order to escape. But instead of taking on the role of the dashing love interest, he takes on the role of his dream girl and realises maybe his writing wasn't quite as good as he thought...

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“...Samantha was breathless; Alejandro’s lips were caressing her breasts and she was helpless against the onslaught. Her womanly emotions making logical thought impossible. She could feel her womanhood quivering, her luscious red lips fell open as he thrust his throbbing manhood deep into her hole.

“Yes! More, more!” She begged, desperate and lost in a deep swoon…”

Derek gave a satisfied nod and leaned back in his chair; things were getting pretty spicy. He took a swig of his coffee and smiled; this book was practically writing itself. Now, if he could just get a publisher on board.

He’d been sending out sample chapters for months now, Each one being sent back with a little rejection letter attached. They had suggested, through thinly veiled disdain, that he get an editor or proof reader, perhaps even pay for some beta readers; as if he had the funds for that! Derek was sure there was the odd typo here and there but the story itself was solid; it wasn't his fault if nobody could see it. Nobody wanted to publish Harry Potter either and look how that turned out. His book would be the same, he was sure, but with less wizards and more sex.

He wasn't looking to write some silly, coming of age children's book. He wanted to write romance; real romance, the steamy kind. But of course because he was a man everybody assumed he had no idea what he was doing and barely glanced at his manuscripts. If they had they would have realised what they were holding was pure gold.

“That’s it!” He grinned, snapping his fingers together, he just needed to show the publishers what they were missing.

Once people got their hands on his first chapter they were sure to be eager for more. He began typing asway, looking around online until he found what he needed, a free literature site. It was mostly filled with fanfiction and badly written self insert fantasy stories but there did seem to be a lot of members. He chuckled, looking at the terrible quality of most of the books on the site already; if this was the level of quality the readers were used to here, his book would blow them out of the water.

With confidence he uploaded the first five chapters, enough to get people hooked he was sure. Once they read it and his book was the website's most popular taster, he could send it to publishers with proof of just what a goldmine he was sitting on. Derek grinned; all he had to do now was wait.

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Derek eagerly loaded up the website the next morning and was immediately rewarded; his book was at the top of the ‘most reviewed this week’ list already! He knew people would love it! Eagerly he opened up the page ready to bask in the reviews, he’d pick out the best ones to attach to his next submission for publishers. His eyes skimmed over the blurb he’d written with a confident smile; it was no wonder so many people had been drawn in.

“When hard-working and beautiful lawyer, Samantha, takes a much-needed vacation to a tropical paradise, she never expects to meet the charming and wealthy resort owner, Alejandro.

Together they explore the island's exotic beaches and indulge in sensual pleasures and Samantha thinks she’s finally found her one true love. But when Alejandro's jealous ex-girlfriend threatens to ruin their newfound love, Samantha must fight to hold onto the man she's fallen for. With steamy love scenes and dramatic twists and turns, "Passionate Nights in Paradise" will leave you breathless and yearning for more!”

He scrolled down and felt his smile slip. That…couldn’t be right; why was his average score only a two out of five? Derek felt his eyes widen in shock as he looked at the review summary, over half the reviews were two stars or under! And there were dozens of them. He could excuse one or two, people with bad taste were inevitable but…no, this could not possibly be right. His eyes began scanning them, desperate for answers.

‘Came here expecting erotica but I think this dude actually believes this is a romance story.’ 1/5

‘Samantha is soooooo bad. How can you spend so long inside somebody’s head without developing any character traits???’ 1/5

‘I bet this dude thinks he’s Alejandro.’ 2/5

‘Okay so I read this full chapter and I am still confused as to where this is even taking place? Everybody is speaking bad google translate Spanish, but it's European Spanish? The resort is supposed to be in Costa Rica? And why is Alejandro getting ready for Cinco De Mayo???’ 1/5

‘This is the funniest shit I have ever read! I’m going to give it to the office bitch as her secret santa.’ 5/5

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‘A novel idea but its execution is terrible.’ 2/5

Derek saw red; who did these people think they were? Their criticisms were all so wrong! Without a second thought his fingers began flying across the keyboard, giving responses to each and every bad review and pointing out the flaws in their arguments. Samantha was a three dimensional character; he’d even given her a high paying, respectable job! And Spanish was Spanish! He’d googled it just to make sure!

Pretty soon his computer was pinging with messages as each reviewer responded with more drivel and bad arguments. Derek was gritting his teeth so hard they were starting to ache under the strain. A new review appeared at the top of the list; another one star.

‘This author honestly gives off creep vibes. Not only is his writing painful but it looks like he can't take any level of criticism. If you’re reading this Derek, and I bet you are, maybe you should step away from the keyboard. If fifty people tell you your writing is sexist dogshit, maybe, just maybe, the majority is right and you’re the one with the problem.’ 1/5

Derek’s hands curled into fists. It was bad enough this philistine was insulting his magnum opus but now they were calling him sexist as well? Enough was enough.

‘For your information,’ He typed, ‘Samantha is a deep and complex character working through her stress. She’s been alone her whole life and now Alejandro is here to take some of the burden. Anybody with two brain cells can tell she isn't some characterless bimbo! Everybody is up here on their feminism high horse when in reality, anybody would jump at the chance to be in her shoes!’

He sat back with a self satisfied smile. That would shut them up. At least he thought it would. The bad reviews just kept coming and his fingers flew across the keyboard, correcting each and every one. It had to be this website; they were used to such drek they couldn’t tell what a great romance for the ages actually looked like.

Still, he couldn't believe all the accusations flying that Samantha wasn’t an empowering character. Yes she fell into Alejandro’s arms but that was the point, it was true love. It was supposed to be overwhelming.

He sat back in his chair and groaned. He’d spent the entire day on the website and hadn’t done any actual writing. He was so close to the end as well. Oh well, tomorrow. Provided the deluge if ignorance wasn't quite as strong as it was today.

He stood up and stretched, the bones in his spine cracking as they uncurled for the first time in hours. A good night's rest is what he needed, he was in too foul a mood to write the steamy, romantic final chapter right now.

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Derek stirred uncomfortably. His neck was at an odd angle and his legs felt cramped and sore. He realised, while his eyes were still closed, that he was sitting up. Had he fallen asleep at his desk? This certainly didn't feel like his office chair. He blinked his eyes open and was met with a small screen, showing a plane flying above a blue ocean. Confused and rubbed at his eyes, going to stand when something crushed against his chest and made him wince. He looked down and his jaw dropped.

What had stopped him was a seatbelt, tight across his waist and across his chest. This however, was the least shocking thing he saw. His body was not his own, not even close. His chest was huge, two round, bouncy breasts were sitting there with the seat belt separating them down the middle of the cleavage. The belt made each round breast well defined and easy to see through his skin tight blouse. The thin material did nothing to hide the obviously black bra beneath the fabric.

Shocked, he shifted to the side, watching, and more importantly, feeling the breasts shift against his chest. The bra was seemingly just for show as it provided no support whatsoever. His heart began to beat wildly inside his chest, causing his left bosom to jiggle ever so slightly and a small cry escaped his lips.

Even that was wrong though, his voice was higher pitched, almost musical. A soft hand flew to his throat, feeling the smooth curve of it, devoid of any tell tale bump of an Adam’s apple.

“Miss, are you alright?”

He turned to find a woman in a blue vest and pencil skirt looking at him curiously. A flight attendant, judging by the little golden badge in the shape of wings just above her breast. He looked around; indeed he was on a plane and many eyes were staring at him after his little outburst.

“A…bad dream.” He choked out, feeling awkward with all the eyes upon him.

His voice was feminine, with a sexy, husky edge. He swallowed as if to clear his throat but that did nothing to help.

“Sorry.” He croaked.

“Quite alright, we will be landing shortly.” The woman smiled, “I hope the rest of your flight is more pleasant.”

“Thank you.”

The second she left he was scrambling for the release on his seatbelt, awkwardly getting up and wincing as his feet protested. They were stiff from sleep and were those high heels on his feet? He wobbled, trying to keep his balance as he awkwardly made his way down the aisle to the bathroom. The plane’s flight was smooth, yet he felt as though they were moving through turbulence trying to keep his balance in these stiletto thin heels.

It was only a short walk to the bathroom but by the time he got there the arches of his dainty feet were already sore from the odd angle of the shoes. He desperately wanted to rip them off but the idea of bending down was far too daunting, his balance was far too precarious at this stage. He clambered into the tiny stall and locked the door, turning to face the mirror with mild panic still swirling in his stomach.

The person in the mirror was a stranger; even after seeing those breasts he was shocked to see a woman’s face staring back at him. She looked like a supermodel; beautiful tanned skin, long flowing mahogany hair with a curvaceous figure that he thought only photoshop was capable of. Her make up was dark and mysterious, with ruby red lips and sultry eyes; even now as they were wide with panic they had a sort of hooded appearance, as though she were only seconds away from stripping down and leaping into bed.

He reached out, touching his long, thin fingers tipped with round red nails to the glass. This woman was not a stranger at all, he knew her, he created her.

“Samantha.” He breathed.

He looked down at his body again, taking note of the clothes. A pair of tight black tights that hugged his beautiful peach shaped ass, red heels, an off the shoulder shirt made from red silk that cinched at his well defined waist and then flowed loosely almost like a short skirt. He knew this outfit, he had described it in detail when he wrote the first chapter of Passionate Nights in Paradise. The chapter where Samantha woke just before landing for her well deserved holiday.

“This can't be happening.” He breathed. “It has to be a dream.”

As the words left his lips a voice appeared overhead. AT first he thought it was the captain of the plane over the intercom but then he realised it was his own voice, Samantha’s voice.

“Here I am, finally away from all that stress. My life as a lawyer is so hard. I cannot wait to relax on the beach. After so much time in busy offices it will be nice to spend some time alone.”

As the words echoed around him a strange need seemed to pass through his body; a moment ago his only desire was to figure this out and wake up but now more than anything, he wanted to be at the beach. Now was not the time for suntanning; yet…he wanted it.

“Almost there, I’ll order myself a glass of champagne to celebrate.”

Derek made a face; he hated champagne, all bubbly alcohol really. There was something so juvenile about it, just because champagne had a fancy sounding name people liked to act as though it was better than those fizzy mixers college people drank. And yet, a deep craving came over him at the thought.

Almost against his will, as though in a trance, he unlocked the door and made his way back to his seat, clicking the button to summon the hostess.

‘What am I doing?’

“Champagne please.” He smiled, all while his inner self screamed at him to stop. He hated champagne, he hated it!

And yet, when the thin flute of bubbly golden liquid was placed before him his mouth began to water. His hand seemed to move all on its own, picking up the delicate glass and bringing it to his lips. The bubbly liquid poured down his throat and to his shock and delight, it tasted wonderful.

“I love champagne.” Samantha’s voice sighed in his head.

The alcohol flowed into his system, helping to relax some of his tense muscles as slowly the plane began to descend. He remembered writing this scene; he’d given her champagne to make Samantha look sophisticated. Even as the faux relaxation that came with alcohol flowed through his blood though he began to sweat with nerves. If this was his book, would be beholden to all of Samantha’s whims?

He pinched himself, hoping to wake from this dream, this nightmare. But it didn’t work. He wasn't sure how it had happened but somehow, he had been magically transported into his own unfinished story. The realisation caused him to shiver with dread; would he be compelled to act out every scene he’d written? What was going to happen when Alejandro showed up? And what would happen when he reached the unfinished ending?

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Hey, I got to use the term 'throbbing manhood' I feel like that's on the smut writers bingo card somewhere. Also the idea of a 'skin tight blouse' makes me laugh. 

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