Ramona Rae

A small trans pride flag with a bent plastic pole holding it up, stuck between two tables at a library

The trans flag at my queer writers group isn’t straight and neither am I 😤

Hehehe and now I own it

What I expected: a fun bit of romancey escapist erotic fluff about a were-bobcat and some dude

What I got: that but with way more angst, anti capitalism, and breeding kinks

This sells me on your series so hard honestly, might have to make book 1 next in line

Penis havin’ folk, it is your ecological duty to get a vasectomy before you jork it so that the microplastics in your sperm don’t end up in the ocean.

Radish | Wild Heat by Ramona Rae Here is the 'Wild Heat' book by Ramona Rae. Enjoy the interesting story, 'Wild Heat' at your fingertips!

Working on episode 25 of Wild Heat today! It’s got:
- breeding
- bobcat shifters (werecats!)
- backstories (tragic edition!)
- b…cinnamon roll dude?

Read it on the Radish app as it serialises!

radishfiction.com/stories/31722

I need to write. I have had coffee. My child is asleep. Why can't I write???

I bet inspiration hits right as she wakes up...

A very generic yellow dog with long legs that are curled up into her chest as she sits on a dog bed. She is facing the camera. She is beautiful.

Here she is looking particularly uh, fusilli? Curled up. Duly noted on commissions (and your patreon hehehe) and I will send you an email! Enjoy the mountains.

If this is still available (I'm hoping for sale I mean!) can I DM you about it? Kingfishers are a special birb to me. Also, do you take commissions? I have a vaguely sighthound-shaped creature that lives in my house and I would love to commemorate her with Art.

Watercolor painting of a borzoi anthro standing facing to the right with one hand raised palm to the viewer or two fingers up the two fingers down and thumb extended and one hand out holding a rabbit with its head down and eyes shut. The borzoi has blue claws blue eyes and a blue robe with silver embroidery. They are standing in front of a silver moon

"Our Lady of the Bunnies" is one of my Sighthound Saints and went to live with a friend. She was a lot of fun to paint.

10/10 the most realistic depiction in literature thus far

read here: radishfiction.com/stories/31722

The first five chapters are available online, and you only the last two chapters at any time are paid! (You can also get coins through Radish giveaway-type-things, of course)

An image styled to look like words on a page from a book. The words read: "WILD HEAT | RAMONA RAE 1 - Fulton He muttered to himself, as there was nobody around to mock him for it. “Right, chicken of the woods. Now I just need to find the path I took here. Yellow moss, peeled bark, three rocks… or…” He scanned the ground as he crept forward, trying to discern if he’d passed that rock on the left on his way here, or whether those footsteps were his or some other hiker’s. “It was definitely this way. Definitely. I remember that dead tree. And that—woman?” A thick, feminine silhouette loomed in the distance. The woman—assuming the silhouette wasn’t an oddly shaped tree—stood tall and still, save for the long mane of hair that billowed in the gentle breeze. If she was real, she seemed to be facing Fulton dead-on. Then he blinked, and she wasn’t there anymore. All that remained in front of him was the golden glow of the retreating sun through the trees." At the bottom right is a watermark that says "Written in EmberWrite" and the EmberWrite logo.

"Gee I wish I could read a book before the author was done writing it" WELL NOW YOU CAN ✨

My paranormal romance, Wild Heat, is currently serializing on Radish as I write it! When it's all complete, you'll be able to grab it in paperback... but why wait?

Here's a taste from chapter 1 - Fulton.

I write politically charged bisexual romance. My most recent sci-fi dystopian novel came out earlier this month. It's set in a future America where being queer is illegal (but the queen has a secret harem of queer lovers).

#romancelandia #queerrromance

For the millionth fucking time, it's not a difference in politics. It's a difference in MORALITY. If you're okay with someone being okay with an attack on human rights, your morality is in question, too.

Just wanted you to know I, a random passerby, am adding The Seventh Bride to the top of my TBR now

Also I read about half of it to my then-newborn as a bedtime story which is maybe a weird vibe but she liked it

I picked up Nettle and Bones in a used book shop a while ago, purely because I recognised your pen name as That Cool Wombat Person, and it was the greatest decision I’ve made spontaneously in a while. I was worried because I struggle to read physical books, but it was so good it was EASY.

Ahhh I used to run writing groups that occasionally met at the flagship HPB— the mothership, we called it. Great times.

Um read my serialised romance novel, it has a good dog

Dog: where bed where bed where bed
Me: I moved your bed 6 feet away
Dog: put back put back put back put back
Me: okay it’s back where it was yesterday
Dog: blanket wrong blanket wrong blanket wrong
Me: *unfolds blanket*
Dog: 😀

broke: Buying an ebook on Amazon, reading it, and returning it
bespoke: Borrowing a book at a library, reading it, and returning it.

(but seriously returning books on Amazon hurts the fuck out of authors)

LRS: get a library card. Librarians are equipped with resources to help get you what you need. I walked people through burying relatives in Arlington, getting paperwork done for COVID shots, and finding someone to talk to during terrible times. In hard times, you want the resources in your pocket.

...did I really make a post which had the whole joke being that I wrote something wrong, and then I make a typo in the followup?

when SHIT goes down it goes down. That's what I meant to say.

A novel excerpt formatted to look like it's typed on a piece of paper. The text reads: Wild Heat | Ramona Rae Chapter 9. He glanced up at her in time to see her eyes widen. He felt his heart sink. It seemed like everything he did scared or offended her. Fulton knew he wasn’t trying to be a creep by bringing her here; he just wanted to help her. Besides, he had helped her. There was no reason to feel creepy. Well. There was the burning desire deep in his core, but that’s just because it had been so long since a woman was in his home. It would be wrong to act upon that desire, and Fulton had no intention to. Unless— No. He reminded himself there was definitely no unless. Not happening. Amanda stared at him again, and he realized that she’d said something. “Sorry, say that again?” “I don’t mind wearing your stuff.” Amanda’s chin was buried in her chest, and she spoke mostly into the towel.

Just sharing a random bit of Wild Heat. Now serializing on Radish, Chapter 16 goes out today!

PS, EmberWrite is some beta release software I'm testing and it's really rad. If any of my fellow writers want deets, lemme know.

Ugh that's not it. My stuff is far too tame to be good erotica.

But when still goes down it goes down and I'll stand by that.

Hello world, my name is Erotica and I write Ramona Rae