Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️
@maximejaz.bsky.social
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Non-binary trans masc. Bi. He/They. Author of queer erotic romance🔥 I write about guys falling in love in various spaces and times. Love conquers all. 🏳️‍🌈🔞 https://linktr.ee/MaximeJaz
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"The thing is you don't write meet-cute-three-tropes-done romances, you write more complex stuff..." (courtesy of Bjorn Larssen) so if you're into more complex stuff, dive into the Maximeverse™️.🔥🌈❤️
3rd person, past tense, multi, omni POV, head-hopping, poetic prose. 😘
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Top in white  handwritten font Maxime Jaz
Sweeping love stories filled with pleasure and pain.
From left to right mockups of the books 
Omnia Vincit trilogy Book 1,2,3 
Donum, a young man half-naked head lowered, golden skin. 
Avis Aurea, two men half-naked, one embracing the other from the back. 
Pulsus Cordis Mei a Roman general sitting in his armor. 
Fall- an acrobat doing a handstand on a trapeze swing. 
Home- two men’s lips locking on top, in greyscale, a storm in the background and a frothy sea under their faces. 
Khirion- There are three characters in the middle, naked, they are only visible to the shoulders, and chest for the left one. Two men framing a woman. 
In Aeternum - greyscale photo of two men kissing, blood between their lips. In Aeternum Maxime Jaz Author of Donum in black letters
His Lordship’s coachman – two men lying, their faces close, hands on one’s chest
Sentence for Life- a muscled tattooed man stands on black background, leaning against a wall like structure. His thumb is hooked in the pocket of his low cut pants.
Christmas Carols – a man in a hooded jacket stands in the snow on a city street, facing buildings and city lights. His back is to us.
Eros- two men in a torn frame lying together on a backdrop of Greek temple, blue sky and sea, pink bougainvillea
KU logo 
Books are framed by a rainbow frame
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#QueerPrompts
Not real ones, but the "ghost" presence of lost wives haunts the story, especially in Benedict's case, when his recent loss has not allowed him to pack his wife's things away yet, and her belongings are all over the flat.
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#QueerPrompts October 14: Ghosts or spirits in story?
Graphics: The background is pumpkins surrounding a stack of books. The border has broken chains saying "BANNED", a rainbow saying LGBTQ History, books wrapped in tape or chains, pride flags, and cute Halloween characters.
Text: "October 2025" on top and "#QueerPrompts" and "Host: @CJAralore" on the bottom, all in a rainbow font.
Center text is:
#QueerPrompts October 14: Ghosts or spirits in story?
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Yes, us smut writing humans are super cool. I do hope this is the dawn of "oh, we have to allow payment for sex because now ShatGPT has joined the chat" (insert here cashier machine money making sound).
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"We will ALLOW even more..." Allow? Who the fuck do you think you are?? Go and suck on a cactus.
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Oh good, ChatGPT is getting "erotica for verified adults" later this year
We made ChatGPT pretty restrictive to make sure we were being careful with mental health issues. We realize this made it less useful/enjoyable to many users who had no mental health problems, but given the seriousness of the issue we wanted to get this right.

Now that we have been able to mitigate the serious mental health issues and have new tools, we are going to be able to safely relax the restrictions in most cases.

In a few weeks, we plan to put out a new version of ChatGPT that allows people to have a personality that behaves more like what people liked about 4o (we hope it will be better!). If you want your ChatGPT to respond in a very human-like way, or use a ton of emoji, or act like a friend, ChatGPT should do it (but only if you want it, not because we are usage-maxxing).

In December, as we roll out age-gating more fully and as part of our “treat adult users like adults” principle, we will allow even more, like erotica for verified adults.
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#AwesomeCharacters
My widowed single dads do have social media and they start chatting when Benedict goes home. It's that chat that keeps him afloat, and eventually starts their attraction.
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

For the sake of this hypothetical, your characters have social media in their world.

Do they use it? What kind of things are they posting about? Pictures, video, or text? What do they have as a profile pic?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
maximejaz.bsky.social
Well I know it's going to be in the style of my covers, so probably a man or men in various state of undress, stock photos, and lately a nipple seems to be almost a signature item... I come up with a vague idea and design draft and Bjorn, my excellent friend, whips it into shape.
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Scumbags can just be scumbags. That is why it's important as a writer not to listen to what's being told, and write the scumbag, evil POS as it appears in all its shitty glory.
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I'll say it: I think its rly annoying and frankly amateurish that writers are constantly told their villains must be understandable or have sympathetic motivation to be interesting or realistic when all our big villains irl are in fact rich, stupid, selfish, trickster dillweeds and always have been
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The world is run by corrupt pedo billionaires, making corrupt pedo plagiarism machine tech tools and making even more money... money they will never be able to spend in a billion lifetimes. 😩
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It's what you wrote about, basically.
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Worst of the worst, it's also been trained on CSAM.
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#WritingPrompt
I have very sexy "krakhen" men mates in a short WIP, bonding unexpectedly with the human they wanted to kill during mating, and I have another "dormant" WIP with a merman and a human. Here's a snip from the tentacles story. (cw talk of death)
They laughed, more tentacles sliding up his legs and thighs, curling on his waist. He could not tell which one of them they belonged too, wedged between their upper bodies. The beings looked at each other, ignoring him.
Khrekhan smirked. “You think he’ll be up for it?”
Khrivakh grinned. “I plucked him off a ship… what do you think? There’s a good chance.” He looked at that terrified human. “You like men, sailor?”
“Men…? I… I like all sorts…” He could feel the heat creep up his neck. Somehow, he found himself admiring them, above the horror, that vague curiosity to see where this would go with these two mer creatures. Almost identical, but the one who had taken him seemed a bit slenderer, and the other one larger, but their black hair matched, long, their sharp teeth. The one who had snatched him had dark eyes, black, but the other’s matched the sea’s, playing in colors of green and blue. 
Watching as they laughed softly, gliding closer as the tentacles tightened around his thighs and calves. It was somehow arousing, and Trevian had no idea what took him, dead scared of his own reaction. I should be dying of fright… I will probably die, soon… but… but… 
Khrekhan had guessed his thoughts, hyper sensitive to the human’s scent, that scent of raw fear coated with lust. “All sorts…” Their eyes met with Khrivakh, and Khrekhan smiled. “You picked a nice one… I almost want to keep him alive.”
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#WIPSnips
I have it in my pirates WIP, when, during a storm, Alex has to stay to steer the ship and Seb refuses to leave him, so he stays tied to the railing and hangs on for dear life. (cw death)
Alex glanced at the back, and steered hard, catching the wheel when he could feel the back sink into the water again. Still wrong, the waves catching the side. Fuck… His eyes wide as a wave pushed at them, but somehow, with an ultimate effort, they had turned the ship enough not to keel over. Still, a wave swept over the deck, hard, making the ship tilt to the side. Men howling, some swept into that frothing sea. Impossible to see whom. 
Seb looked at Alex and Cleo, working in unison to make the ship face the waves and the storm again. They were not sheltered, the rain and sea lashing at them, and Seb could see the exhaustion in Alex’s eyes, his heaving chest, Cleo almost holding him up as he pressed against him. Their eyes met in that brief respite when Alex could see, and didn’t have his eyes and face flooded with water, and that look was enough for him to gain new strength. I have promised… promised to live.
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Oh you want to read Gellert's New Job, about the meanest autistic transgender man and the biggest bastard of a vampire mov boss, so badly. You want to read it for just 99p for the eBook or a fiver for the paperback.

#BookSky #TransMan
You grew up in Lashton,” said Pike. “You know how to handle yourself, don’tcha? Word is people don’t like you.”

“Oh no,” said Gellert sarcastically. “That hurts my feelings.”

“’Cause you’re on the spectrum.”

“Colour spectrum?”

“Asperger’s.”

“Asperger’s,” Gellert repeated, and scoffed. “Even when they diagnosed me, I wasn’t palatable enough to be labelled with Asperger’s. I’m autistic.” And blind as shit,” said Pike. “And you talk funny. And you’re a cunt.”

“And you want to hire me,” said Gellert.

Pike grinned, showing his sharp fangs. “Yeah,” he said.

“Now who’s the cunt between us?”

“What’s the different between Asperger’s and autistic?”

“Politics, acceptability, and about fifteen years.” Do you think people hate you more ’cause you’re a faggot, or ’cause of the autism?”

“Always asking the important questions, aren’t you?”

“Is it true you’re a trap?” asked Pike, and Gellert blinked.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You know, a cuntboy,” said Pike. “You had your womb whipped out and your tits chopped off, but you still have an axe wound.” Oh,” said Gellert, filing “trap” away to remember for later, and doing his best to do anything but remember “axe wound”. “The politically correct term is transgender, but yes.”

“You’re not getting angry,” said Pike.

“Are you trying to make me angry?”

“Not really,” said Pike. “Just wanted to see if you would be. You too good for crime?”
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No one is coming to save Aurora... she has to fight for her life on her own.

Hollow Cry - my horror novella - is only $0.99 all month long!

www.booksbybennett.com
Text in image: The nightmares came every night, and they were vivid. Hollow Cry promo image - "Out in the dirt, it's Ride... or die!" - booksbybennett.com.
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How about masturbating in your marital bed whilst your colleague is at it with two other guys on the phone? (in my office romance WIP) 😱😘 You can imagine the rest... 🙃
“Yeah… listen, sorry about the email, I won’t send another one. I should go, leave you to…”
Jean-Pierre’s lips curled up, and he pushed his fingers into Seth’s hair. “Leave you to…?”
“I don’t know… whatever you’re doing…”
Jean-Pierre laughed softly, that deep voice riding his breathing. “I’m in bed if you must know… with somebody’s mouth wrapped around my cock, and another guy happily suckling away on my tit.”
Cole blinked, his face in flames. “Uh… I… ok, talk to you soon…”
“No… don’t go…” Almost a purr. “Stay with us…” Almost a moan on his breath.
Cole’s lips were somehow frozen. “No… I don’t think…”
“Don’t think… just stay…touch yourself? Do you jerk off, Cole?” That voice made Cole’s belly tighten and his mouth dry out.
“That’s none of your business…”
“But swallowing your cum is?” Laughing, it had ended on a sigh. “Just ride this, ok? No harm done. We have fun, you come, we come… maybe… all good, right? Between men…” The sound of a wide kiss, sheets rustling, maybe…
Cole stammered. “I’m not sure…” But his cock was, rock hard already. Cole kept his hand over the covers, dead scared.
“Are you hard? Tell me your hard… Come on… it’s good fun. You can whack me on the face Monday if you regret it.” Some whispers Cole couldn’t make out. A moan. “My mouth will be busy soon, Cole… decide fast.” Chuckling. Listening to Cole’s breathing on the phone, rocking his hips into Seth’s mouth whilst Ray’s cock hovered over his lips, close. Allez… he smiled, almost a pet name there for Cole on his lips. Surprising… 
“Ok… I’ll stay…”
“Don’t put the phone down…”
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One-clicking my Ancient Rome trilogy? Why, thank you! 😘
(let's see if Bsky censors my hot promo pic with ass content! 😁)
getbook.at/Omnia
Promo pic on black background. On the right a Roman general in full armor, from the neck down. On the right a man wrapped in a light toga, with golden skin, from the neck down. Quote in white on top: "What would you say, my good Marius, if I gave him over to you? As a token of my gratitude for letting the emperor know how much I long to work in Rome?"
An epic love story in yellow block capitals by Maxime Jaz in white handwritten font
3 book mockups Donum, Avis Aurea, Pulsus Cordis Mei
KU logo on the bottom right
Link getbook.at/Omnia in yellow
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#Caulktober
There are many of them, but Nikos in my latest release Eros is certainly one.
He reached into a drawer, pulling a white and blue chequered 
tablecloth, and a thick candle out. Walking up the stairs and 
Samuel followed, as best as he could as night had set. Still, the 
port was lit up a bit, closer to the trees and restaurants, the music 
dimmed, sifting with the people chatting, laughing, some xust 
ambling, looking at the boats bobbing on those gentle waves. 
Nikos put the table cloth on the crate and lit that fat candle. 
Samuel was floored but he put the plates down and the bread. 
“This is… Hery romantic…” I bit moved too.
 Nikos pulled him in his arms, the candle light playing on his 
skin, in his eyes. “This is what this moment deserHes. You, here.”
 “Us…?” Hoping as his arms went around that naked back. 
That warm skin in that cooling night.
 Nikos’ lips curled up. “Us.” I soft kiss to seal it. “I'm going 
to fry the fish.”
 “Can I help?”
 “You can make the salad?”
 “I can try…”
 He grinned, ruffling that soft hair. “Try?”
 Samuel smiled, his heart flying. “I’ll make the salad.
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#LGBTQWriteAThon
I don't know enough of the retelling's MCs I'm writing so I'll introduce the "interrupted" WIP's MCs, with a moodboard. They are both widowed dads, Benedict's loss is recent, Frank has been alone for two years with his kid. They meet on a desolate beach near Frank's house.
Pic collage moodboard with 3 pics on each side, a greyscale beach background. Left pics top to bottom, a man's green eye caption Frank, a small boy playing on a beach, a beach house. Right side top to bottom, a man's grey eye caption Benedict, a small baby's hand holding an adult's finger, a city landscape. In script Maxime Jaz. Quote in the middle white letters on dark background.  
Sitting next to him, his hands on his knees. Soft, not to upset him even more.
“How long?”
His lips wobbled, but he kept his eyes on that small baby. “Two weeks, almost…”
Exhaling at the injustice of that fucking life. “Two years for us…”
Their eyes locked, that mute understanding in them, but his was still fresh with that raw grief and loss, when his heart was filled with that tamed grief and that hole yearning to be filled with love again. 
Holding his hand out to that pale man, realizing he couldn’t take it, he just locked his fingers on his hand holding the baby’s shoulder. “I’m Frank.” A small squeeze.
“Benedict.” Weak, with that voice swollen with tears.
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Fuck genres.
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Tell me your most unhinged literary opinion, as a little treat
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Share a cartoon from the past that kids today probably never heard of. 📺