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Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Read O Come, All Ye Kellys by Isla Olsen #MMRomance #Holiday #RomCom

  


O Come, All Ye Kellys

Love & Luck Series Book 7

Key Words: 

MM Romance, Rom-Com, Holiday Shenanigans, HEA

Synopsis:

It’s the most wonderful time of the year and the Kelly boys are all full up with Holiday spirit. Well, mostly…

Connor’s freaking out because Chase is terrified of Santa; Declan’s trying to stop Heath from doing something drastic in the weeks before their baby is due; Owen and Blake are considering a big life change of their own; Brendan and Wade are suffering from a severe case of child interruption every time they try to jingle some bells; Aidan is learning not all publicity is good publicity in the lead up to the launch of his new show; and Shay’s not sure if he’ll ever get that glitter out of his hair…

What do you get when you combine six Kelly brothers, their six true loves, five adorable kiddies, the rest of the crazy Kelly family, even more meddlesome in-laws, and all the glitter Jamie could ask for?

Just a regular old Kelly Christmas…
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Who am I?

Isla is a cocktail-loving, history-obsessed Aussie who writes low-angst, high-heat queer romantic comedy.

She is best known for the Love & Luck series and P.S. I Loathe You.

Some of Isla's favorite tropes include: Friends to lovers, queer-awakening, age gap, enemies to lovers, best friend's/sibling's ex, secret fling...and many more!

Fun Facts about Isla:
If she had a time machine she'd go to London on July 13, 1985, to see Live Aid.
She's travelled to 44 different countries 
If she could re-live any year of her life it would be 2000
Her all-time favourite books are Cassandra Clare's Shadowhunters world
Her all-time favorite movie is Gladiator
Her all-time favorite TV show is Friends
Her all-time favorite song is "Live Forever" by Oasis, and she has the title tattooed on her forearm
The five people she'd invite to a dinner party are Neil Patrick Harris, JFK, Courtney Act, Miranda Hart, and Freddie Mercury

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Tuesday, December 23, 2025

A Romantasy For The Night That Lingers…The Winter Solstice

 

The Winter Solstice asks nothing of us but this: stay, breathe, and keep the fire.


Last Sunday, just two days ago, the Winter Solstice came to the western hemisphere. 

What is more sensual in the turning of the seasons than the Longest Night of the year? It is a night of the ultimate slow burn of evening fires including  the flames of nightime passion. 

In ancient times fires were lighted and carefully kept. Evergreen branches were brought inside as quiet proof that life endured. People drew closer to the warmth of thierr loved ones and the warm body of their lover or mate.


Here is the book I wrote that I set in Ancient Wales During the Winter Solstice 


Sometimes a secret must be revealed to move from the winter of love into its spring.




When Roman soldiers steal every grain of winter food from her tribe, Druidess Bronwen has no choice but to run. Hunted through the forest, she ducks into a cave to hide—only to discover she isn’t alone.

A man is already there.

Handsome.
Silent.
Dangerous in a way that makes her pulse quicken instead of flee.

He offers to help her.
He ignites a spark she can’t ignore.
And she knows—instinctively—that he’s hiding something.

What Bronwen doesn’t know is that her whispered prayers have drawn Artaois, the Bear God, into that cave. Choosing flesh over fur and desire over truth, he pretends to sleep until she finds him. Though he can transform into a bear, he keeps his secret buried, determined to spend the longest night of the year with the woman who unknowingly called to him.

As the Winter Solstice approaches—the longest night of the year—Art must find a way to save Bronwen’s people from starvation without revealing what he truly is.

And when Bronwen finally discovers his secret…

Will she leave their fragile romance out in the cold?


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Step into the cave.
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Friday, December 19, 2025

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Riding with a Bodyguard 

What kind of person are you when it comes to Christmas shopping? Are you someone who collects throughout the year, or are you astonished to find out that Christmas Eve is only three weeks (or three days??) away?

I’m a hoarder. I start buying gifts in August, put them in a safe place, and hope to remember where I put them by December 20th. I always remember that I bought gifts, but there was one year when I knew for sure that I had bought a gift for my best friend. However, I couldn't remember where I put it, so I ended up buying a new one. Maybe it was the same one. I can’t recall because the first gift never turned up.

As I reflect on the past year and count my blessings, finishing a new novel is not among them. I struggled through most of the writing process. I still have about 5,000 words left to write, but I haven't written anything recently. Yes, I have a lot of work to pay my bills, and I have to ride my horse. The colder it gets, the more he needs to be ridden, otherwise he'll be completely out of control next time. So, my time to sit down at the computer is limited.

But back to the blessings. My friends and I are healthy. My two cats and horse are living well in their golden years. I still have my job, which is not bad these days when so many companies are reducing their workforce. So, really, there is nothing to complain about. I hope all of you who are struggling with work or personal problems find solutions that will make you happier in 2026. Take care of yourselves and stay healthy!

See you all next year!

 

Since I’ve never written a Christmas story before, I’ll share an excerpt from Riding with a Bodyguard, (book five in the series) with you. Have a great time!

Description

The trouble with a vacation is that you never get what you wish for.

Riding and hiking in the New York State national forest—what could be more recuperative? When Secretary Nolan’s wife decides to have a pleasant week of riding in the national forest she can’t anticipate the trouble waiting for all of them, and the snowstorm is just the beginning.

Excerpt

“Sir, aside from protocol—are you kidding me?” Walter Coleman’s voice was serious, his gaze set on Secretary’s Nolan’s benevolent, amused face. “I mean, you’re telling me this as a joke at my expense, right?” He arched his brows and cocked his head, watching the secretary take off his glasses for polishing. “Sir?”

His voice was gentle. “Walter, I’ve been married to my wife for more than thirty years by now. That’s a long time. Much longer than the time I spent as a student, soldier or politician.” He put his glasses back on and looked at the chief of security. “Diane was born and raised in Lake Placid. While the other kids were skiing and playing ice hockey, she rode. Her parents kept horses as long as she lived there. Though she had to move with me to Washington because of my work, she’s never stopped riding. She simply loves it.”

“I know that, sir.”

“If you know that—you should know better than asking me to change my wife’s plans on how to spend our few days away from all appointments. I promised to fulfill a wish. She’s been telling me about a cross-country tour on horseback for half a year. Virtually since the day she…never mind.” He lowered his chin. “Honestly, Walter, are you kidding me asking me to change my wife’s mind?”

Walter exhaled loudly, and only because Nolan knew him inside and out did he dare show impatience. “You’re telling me your wife wants to ride from one lodge to the next, every day another accommodation? Through the woods of New York State?”

“That’s the plan, yes.” Nolan turned to the small table at the window overlooking the garden where he had left his glass. “Away from all streets, away from all the hassle—just a few people enjoying days in the wilderness. Hopefully with good weather.” He smiled over the rim. “I know you’re making calculations, Walter, so let me tell you there’s no other way than for all bodyguards to accompany us on horseback.”

“No motorcycles?”

“None. Period. Don’t come with helicopters or planes or drones or whatever you had on your list.” Nolan put down the glass, looking completely at ease. “Aside from the fact that there’s no driving on motorcycles through a national forest—who would come and bother us? I’m not the most wanted person in the United States, am I? I’m also not on the list of endangered celebrities and such.”

Walter lifted his hands to stress his argument. “I understand that I can’t make you change your mind—”

“No, you mean I won’t risk my health trying to change my wife’s mind.”

“Yes, sir. At least consider staying at one place. One lodge. One place we can secure and make sure you’ll be safe when you get there. Take day trips through the woods, but, please, return to the same house every evening.”

Nolan frowned. “You’re telling me to bargain with Diane?”

“Eventually you’ll have to drive a hard bargain with her, sir, but under the perspective of securing your stay, I have to admit that the effort seems worth it. I can send a team with you on every route, but sending one ahead to go through security routine every afternoon and night is much more difficult. Not to mention you’d need more men with you to have them deployed in time.”

Nolan sighed but nodded. “I’ll talk to her. I guess she already had a preferred lodge in mind. As I said, she was born and raised in the area and probably knows every damn soul worth knowing.” He smoothed his shock of white hair. The slightly amused glance was back in his eyes. “Tell me, Walter, will you accompany us?”

Walter pursed his lips. He hated admitting that there were tasks he couldn’t fulfill. “No, sir,” he replied through clenched teeth. “I’ll have to stay behind. I’ve never been on horseback, and I don’t want to.”

“Ah! And who’s your choice to head the bodyguards then?”

“I’m quite convinced Ethan Mahoney qualifies for this task.”

Nolan nodded, grinning. “That fits perfectly. Find out who else knows a horse’s front from its rear.”

“Yes, sir.” Walter turned away, unable to hide his puzzlement about the secretary’s exuberant mood.

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Tuesday, December 16, 2025


I enjoyed reading Kelley Heckart’s article published on this blog on Saturday. Christmas is not always a happy time of the year. However, everyone seems intent on keeping up the myth of family closeness, warmth and cheer. Some years ago, I was a volunteer on a suicide telephone line, and the weeks around Christmas we were certainly needed. In my upcoming release, Words for Patty Jo, one of my main characters, David, expresses what his feelings are about Christmas cheer. 

 The repetitious jangling Yuletide ditties exasperate him; he is disheartened by the sight of wretched, unemployed older men who, disguised in long white beards and jaunty red costumes, dispense false joy to tots. Cheer isn’t what you see in their eyes, or in the faces of frantic buyers, or women confronted by a mountain of cleaning and cooking, or those negotiating sad marriages and unpleasant families. To help others cope with the dangerous holiday jollity, he mans the telephone line at the local suicide prevention group, listens to the abandoned, the widowed, the divorced, the desperate, the ill, the forgotten, the lonely elderly. Victims of this noisy commercial fakery, they have been duped into believing they are inferior, that they haven’t made the grade, climbed the right ladder, chosen the winning card.

 Words for Patty Jo

Monday, December 15, 2025

The villain of our own stories

Sometimes we’re the villains of our stories, not the office bully, or the queen bee from highschool, or the megalomaniac billionaire trying to sink half the city in the ocean so he can build his waterfront development.

Without any outside help, we tell ourselves we’re ugly when we look in the mirror; we’re unrelenting to ourselves when we struggle; we’re cruel to ourselves when we’re less than perfect. Sometimes we’re the ones holding the bloody knife, the smoking gun… and the broken heart.

When I wrote It Starts With A Kiss, I didn’t want to rehash a Mean Girls trope in a sci-fi office setting. I wanted to explore the villainy in my heroine as well as the heroism in my villain.

Despite their comically catastrophic differences, Celeste and Eleanor both embody similar qualities that they use to navigate the complex environment of a business run by small-minded people—finding satisfaction at last when they push through their inner struggle, and finally appreciate themselves (and each other) for who they really are.

We are all complex and curious creatures. If you’re in a place to handle it, try to do this one thing today: be kind to yourself ❤️

First published in Discover… by Brenda Whiteside.

It Starts with a Kiss by JL Peridot

Celeste is a talented engineer who doesn’t realize her job’s going nowhere fast. She’s a little naïve. She’ll cut code and solder cables forever as long as Owen’s around. Owen, on the other hand, knows exactly how badly things suck—he just doesn’t care. Sure, his skills aren’t what they used to be, but they’re still better than what Halcyon Aries deserves.

Then it happens. The company’s toxic management team finally cross the line. As both techies race to upgrade the station and to free the team from their oppressive contracts, they come to learn that life—and love—can only ever be what you make it.

Strap in for a steamy office romance in space, because sometimes It Starts With a Kiss!

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JL Peridot writes love letters to the future on devices from the past. Her latest book, Until We Met Again is a time travel love story filled with longing, existential quandary, and sci-fi unreality. Visit jlperidot.com for the full catalogue of her work or subscribe to Dot Club for a collection of her tiny stories.

Saturday, December 13, 2025

Christmas—not always a joyful time of year

Christmas is about colored lights, decorated trees, and gift giving, but it’s also a time for deep reflection and sadness, for some.

While most people are celebrating Christmas with their families, others might be alone and feeling miserable. It’s especially hard if you just lost a loved one to be reminded of that loss.

I’m fortunate to still have my family, but our holiday get-togethers now have changed. We used to have huge Christmas Eve gatherings and exchange tons of presents. It was exciting and a little overwhelming. Now, we have quieter get-togethers with less presents. We’re all older now and pretty much have everything we need anyway, and it gets harder to decide what to buy people, even ones you know well. That was a stressor for me every year at Christmas.

The unfortunate part of our Christmas gatherings in recent years is that they aren’t always happy occasions. Yelling at each other is a new addition. Those sweet, innocent times are long gone now with the rise of lies and fake posts spreading on social media and cable news, the latter of which really isn’t news. Those so-called news channels are meant to anger people. And the trolls on social media are intentionally trying to cause rage. It’s sad, but a part of our lives now.

The good news is my husband and I have our own intimate Christmas celebration and traditions that help me through this time of the year. I think, no matter what, you need to find your happy place.


Hopefully, we as a nation can get past all of this anger, and I hope my family can too.

Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, and Happy Winter Solstice to everyone.


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