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  • Writer's pictureKryssie Fortune

5 things I learned when publishing a paperback on Amazon. #amazon #publishing #books #amreading

This year, I decided to set up a paperback copy of my book Christmas adventure romance - Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine.

Here’s what I learned.

1. All images should be 300 dpi (I added pixels in Photoshop)

2. Your Blurb can not exceed 4000 words.

3. The story file must match the cover side. (Amazon help with a click here to make it so function)

4. You can select your cover size – I used 6” by 9”, the default size. BUT check your cover images size matches the book size exactly. (I failed this one!}

5. Keep the title away from the edges of the cover to avoid bleed. (That’s when part of the writing or image spills over the page)

I hope you can learn from my mistakes.

Have a great Christmas




Former Marine Jared Armstrong—aka Masked Dom, Master Jay—strips sassy sub, Kitty Gail before spanking her bare bottom long and hard. Afterward, he makes her scream with intense, helpless pleasure. He wants to scene with her again. She refuses and flees Masked Night’s BDSM club in tears.

Frumpy schoolteacher Abigail Montgomery abandons her masked BDSM identity, Kitty Gail. She needs to marry for her brother to inherit their great-aunt’s fortune. Lacking confidence and looks, she advertises for a man willing to wed her.

Needing cash to help his family, Jared answers Abigail’s advert. He marries her, but without their masks, neither recognizes the other. He’s delighted that his new wife enjoys spanking and the scorching hot pleasure that follows.

Gangsters murdered one of his family. Wanting Abigail’s inheritance, they kidnap her. Can this former Marine save her? And, as Christmas looms, can their marriage survive? Or will he take her money and run?

Author’s note.Mobsters, Marriage and the Marine includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

A standalone story from the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series.

Want to know more then read for free on KINDLE UNLIMITED

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Abigail straightened her blonde wig and put on her mask. After a deep breath, she strutted into the Masked Nights BDSM club. In her blue lycra catsuit, she felt like Catwoman. Everyone went incognito here. The club’s vetting committee assigned everyone false names. Tonight, she’d become sassy sub, Kitty Gail. She loved having such a sensual, submissive alter ego.

The pleasured moans of the woman bound to a Saint Andrew’s Cross echoed through the room. Every time her lover lashed her thighs with a suede flogger, cum dripped from her cunt. Abigail envied her. Not that she’d agree to anything that left marks on her flesh.

Knowing she’d never come back here added an extra swagger to her step. Not having her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she covered her body with baggy jumpers and shapeless skirts.

Her family always disdained her generous curves. She’d hated it when her Great-aunt Edith twisted her lips into a sneer. “Your breasts are so big they make you look common.”

Worse, her mother usually sighed and added, “Do cover up, dear.”

A scared little girl hid inside her. Damn it, she needed those two hours of giving up control to one of the club’s Doms. Her monthly visits kept her grounded. They reminded her of how much she’d moved on from her family’s disapproval, too. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.

Away from the club, self-doubt ate at her confidence. Here, tonight, she’d hook-up with the sexiest Dom ever. Then Kitty Gail would hang up her catsuit. Her everyday persona—a boring schoolteacher—was duller than a cloudy day. She was stuck in a dreary rut, and she hated that.

Across the room, she spotted Master Jay at the soft drinks bar. His plain black mask covered the upper half of his face. His neatly trimmed beard and mustache disguised the rest of his features. He reminded her of a bewhiskered version of Zorro.

She’d watched him on her last three visits. The way he lavished attention on his subs fascinated her. Her family never showed her that level of care, and she ached to experience it first-hand.

She wondered what he looked like beneath all his facial hair and without the broad band of black fabric over his eyes. Not that she’d ever find out. Keeping their identities secret topped the club’s priorities.

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