Usha Vance has a her marriage is in trouble. Her husband JD Vance is distracted by his new role as Vice President, and by... other things. Big things. Things that take up one entire wall of the living room. Now, with some mystical help from Melania Trump, Usha will undergo a transformation and try to win back her husband's affection. But can she steal him away from the seat of power? And if she fails, who will cushion the blow? She'll have to couch her fears and find out, as she becomes... THE FORBIDDEN LOVESEAT.
"I read it, I loved it. Trust me on this one." - George Santos, former congressman and volleyball star
"This is exactly the kind of woke filth you'll find on Amazon. It must be destroyed." - Alex Jones, host of The Alex Jones Show
"Please never contact me again." - Chuck Tingle, renowned author
When her husband JD Vance becomes Vice President of the United States, Second Lady Usha Vance's life is thrown into chaos. To set things right, she enlists the help of Melania Trump. Using her secret magical manananggal powers, Melania helps Usha transform into a couch, in the hopes that her new form will help her better seduce her husband and win back his love. But it won't be JD's has a lust for power, corrupted by the influence of the billionaire Peter Thiel and seduced by the socially-parasitic name-dropping journalist Krista Singer. Can JD turn off Singer's podcast long enough to notice the new couch in his living room? Or will Usha Vance be forced to take a backseat in her own marriage?
Filled with intrigue, monstrous characters, and a few steamy situations, this paranormal semi-erotic political thriller will tick every box. Pull up a chair.
5 couch cushions stars! This book is deliciously self aware garbage, and I am a literary trash panda forced to live in the dumpster fire that is America. Since we are all trapped here, might as well rummage around for some soggy graham crackers to make s’mores over the embers of democracy.
Even though hyperbole and irony are officially dead, we can rest in the comforting knowledge that this novella was at least written by an actual 100% carbon based human! For the jaded, exhausted millennial who longs for the halcyon days of Animorphs and “precedented times” (whatever the fuck THOSE are) this book may restore up to 3.67% of your mental health. (Terms and conditions apply)
This author (complimentary, respectfully) captures the purest spirit of the 2020s. This is the Kafkaesque literature America deserves. Bravo! With impressive temerity, they accomplish the impossible: blending our current reality with the subtlest exaggeration so well that it is possible to forget you are reading nonfiction in dollar tree cosplay. Granted, we already know Jefferson Davis Vance self-pleasures to the poetic imagery of crushing unions and resurrecting company towns—but the opportunity to dissociate and pretend this is merely “ creative liberty” is an unexpected treat!
After all, voluntarily transforming oneself into an inanimate object to buttress the breathtaking fragility of your soggy toilet paper husband’s masculinity is ridiculous. Right? …Right.
RIGHT?
Ok but- hear me out on this one- Transforming yourself into a carnivorous couch who then gleefully debones Pete Hegseth’s carcass before devouring him- how is that NOT a triumph of feminism? Sure, it meant she also had to touch JD, but it was a heroic sacrifice. Her taking one for the team is almost redeeming!
I’m assuming that the next installment in the series will be Elon’s tragic quest to create an AI that actually loves him- or at least doesn’t see him as the painfully insufferable dweeb he is and immediately pour apple juice directly on its circuitry.