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Or: why I went from KDP exclusive to wide and now back to KDP exclusive.

Some definitions first:

Exclusive: Only publishing on KDP which is Amazon's book platform.

Wide: Publishing on a variety of storefronts like Itch.io, Kobo, Google Play Books.

Hello!! Once upon a time, when I first published Succubus 1, Slime 1, and Harpy 1, I enrolled them into KDP Select.

If you're not familiar with KDP Select, it's an option authors can pick for their digital books when publishing on Amazon with the...

So you're self-publishing for the first time and haven't written a book yet. You're also just testing the waters and don't want to commit much money. That was me a few years ago.

Welcome to my opinionated guide on what's useful and not for getting a book listed on a storefront like Amazon. I'll tell you what I think you should use and what I use, which isn't necessarily the same thing because I'm considering cost-efficiency for you.

I also have a lot of buyer's remorse.

I break writing down into...

It���s an odd sight in the desert bazaar: two pink-haired werewolves chasing after a pink-haired harpy chasing after whatever looks shiny and affordable.

Soon, their colorful shopping trip goes horribly wrong, and Queen Helianne and her two servants return home with worsened reputations, sore limbs, and empty stomachs.

Luckily, Aster and Nerine, dutiful as ever, will do <em>anything</em> to make sure their queen feels better.

Hate, hate, hate. Hatred of the new era, hatred of her new body, and hatred of the one who brought her back.

Now, acceptance, and perhaps even some appreciation. Of herself. And of the dangerously innocent dust elf who had brought her back.

They had done so much together the night before, but the week was still young, and her impressive skills aplenty.

How dare that succubus get between Janara and that handsome elf! That violet, horned, tall, and... <em>bouncy</em> demoness.

Now Janara had warm thoughts, flushed cheeks, and tangled legs. Why? Succubi looked���and smelled���like that to captivate <em>men</em>, right?

Later, the snow elf explores her feelings with her best friend, who���s more than willing to lend her a gooey hand or two. Or four. Or eight���

Forty years as a human, and a century of her consciousness in limbo. After he had implanted her soul into a succubus body, she had every reason to kill him and return to nothingness.

But the way the sun gilded the landscape every morning, the blanketing scent and taste of bread, and a demonic form full of surprises... Why not stay awhile longer?

One starving night, Lucretia takes matters into her own hands and tail. Her efforts echo through the woods as moonlight shines across her bountiful body...