Thursday, April 16, 2026
Dark Romance: Falling in Love with Evil
Monday, April 13, 2026
Beltaine's Song, A future king is destined to destroy the old ways. #destiny #paranormalhistoricalromance
The epic passionate and gritty Dark Goddess series continues with Beltaine’s Song, an ancient Scotland paranormal romance and coming of age story.
Spring heralds new beginnings, but it is also a harbinger of
war.
Now king and queen of the powerful kingdom of Dal Riata,
Aedan and Domelch must contend with more than Cailleach’s wrath. They must
fight enemy kings and traitorous allies while struggling with their own inner
demons.
Gartnait, their firstborn son, is fated to destroy the old
ways. He grapples with understanding his true destiny, which is tied to a
maiden only he can see. She’s either his ruin or his salvation.
The boy could see her. Joy warmed her heart, but a shadow
passed over and smothered the joy. Could this Gartnait be the one Fingal spoke
of? The one who can see me will be the one to destroy me. Gartnait
glanced at her, and she froze beneath his bold stare. The boy broke the gaze
and turned to address the man but did not mention he could see her.
Brigit rose and fled across the meadow to the safety of the
stables. She fell to her knees in the rushes, her mind screaming with
uncertainty. A part of her told her she must kill this boy, but another part
advised her not to harm him. She stood and brushed off the rushes stuck to her
tunic dress.
“There you are.”
She spun around, coming face-to-face with the boy, surprised
at his boldness. “You can see me.”
Fear and something akin to excitement quickened her pulse.
Someone other than Fingal could see her.
Curiosity sparkled within Gartnait’s eyes. “What are you?
You look like a goddess. My other teacher told me about spirits and gods of the
land. Is that what you are?”
“Y-yes, but you must not tell anyone about me.”
“No one would believe me, and they might think me mad. It
will be our secret.” He gazed at her with youthful innocence.
~~~~~~
Enter a world of enchantment and passion.
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Sunday, April 12, 2026
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A rogue reaper who lives by her rules...
Three alpha Enforcers
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Chantel never asked to be a reaper and she sure as hell isn’t taking the virtuous or young before their time. When it comes to dirtbags… that’s another story. Whether they’re ready or not, she has them on her radar for extermination. Rogue reaping suits her just fine.
Rydan, Kahl, and Huntir don’t see her crimes that way. As Enforcers tasked with keeping order in the para world, she’s set for reeducation in their lair. Their goal? To ensure her obedience to their commands while making her submissive to their carnal needs.
Yeah, right. They may be sexier than sin, but these bad boys won’t break her, ever. Bring on the interrogations, indoctrination, and BDSM, the more hardcore the better.
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TEASERS
Excerpt:
Chuckling,
Kahl pinned her left wrist against the brick structure.
She
clawed his stubbled cheek but her glove stopped her nails from breaking skin.
“Huntir.”
The bearded guy spoke to the one who looked as a lion would if it assumed human
form. “Some help here.”
He
imprisoned her other wrist against the wall.
She
kicked at whatever she could reach.
Huntir
increased his hold on her. “I could be wrong, Rydan, but I think she wants your
balls.”
Rydan
stroked his beard. “In time. And in the way I demand.”
They
laughed.
She
bristled. “Let me go, you cretins. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No?”
Doubt and amusement burned in Rydan’s dark eyes. “From what we’ve heard you’ve
been a bad girl.” He wagged his finger.
If
the scarf hadn’t covered her mouth, she would have bit him. “You heard wrong.
The prick I took out tonight killed an entire family during a home invasion.
Parents and little kids for fuck’s sake. One baby not yet walking. All for a
few hundred bucks they had lying around, their real valuables in a safe he
couldn’t open because he slaughtered the father before getting the combination.
You call that good? You consider that right? You believe that’s sane? Who in
the hell is going to miss him? Not his next victims, that’s for sure. Did you
want their blood on your hands?”
A
muscle in his jaw twitched.
Not
from anger. Something else. Curious as to what, she gazed deep into his eyes, a
test she performed on those she reaped, determining whether they were decent or
vile in their deepest core.
A
faint spark burned within Rydan, signifying honor or integrity or whatever
humans called the trait.
Hope
surged. Despite Kahl and Huntir holding her arms, she leaned toward Rydan. “You
know I’m right. I can see it on your face. Let me go.” She twisted her wrists.
The others held tight. “The powers-that-be will never know. You have other
paras to cow. Let me do my thing. I’m simply ridding the world of assholes who
shouldn’t be here in the first place. Who decided they had a right to live
while others had to die for their greed and amusement?”
Kahl
cleared his throat. Embarrassment flickered in his brown eyes, a righteous
spark in them too. The same for Huntir. Both as worthy as Rydan…if they allowed
their good sides to come out.
“You
guys know I’m right.” She used her most melodic tone, her pitch soothing and
cajoling, similar to the Sirens’ voices from Greek mythology. Another reaper
talent to make her job easier, other than having to take good people before
their time. “You can’t deny it.”
Rydan’s
features went slack, longing and wonder building in his gaze.
The
same for Huntir and Kahl.
This
was so easy it should have been a crime for her to do it. “Come on.” She upped her charm. “Let me—”
“That’s
not how this works.” Rydan’s weak moment hardened to indifference. “You’re well
aware of that, Chantel.”
His
and the others effortless resistance to her voice shouldn’t have surprised her.
Them already knowing her name certainly didn’t. Most likely, they had her
lengthy file detailing each rogue reaping. Even so, she played dumb. “Who? I’m
Dike.”
Rydan
threw back his head and laughed, the sound rich and thrilling. “That’s not what
I heard.” He inched closer, their boots touching. “Considering the many guys
who’ve been balls deep in you, you’re now telling us you’re a lesbian?”
“Dike
with an i not a y.” Men. “She’s the
Greek goddess representing justice.”
“No
shit? Guess I’ll have to remember that when my next assignment lies as much as
you do.”
“For.
A. Good. Freaking. Cause.”
“Your
words and misguided belief. Not ours. Let’s see what we have here.” He unwound
her scarf. Her waist-length hair spilled out.
Kahl
sucked in a breath. Huntir touched the fiery red tresses.
Rydan
stared, lust flooding his face.
If it came to sleeping with them to beat this charge, she’d do so, more willingly than she wanted to admit. However, playing into their hands too soon wasn’t wise. “Do not touch me. Anywhere.”
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Saturday, April 11, 2026
In honor of those who “…go down to the sea in ships…”
My dad was one of those people for over 24 years serving in the U.S. Navy. During that time, he has shore duty fewer than 6 years. For the rest of the time, he spent at least 8 months a year at sea as a boiler tender, working in the bowels of naval ships. I didn’t appreciate his duty as much as I should have as a child but have come to admire it more and more the older I got. Hard work, gone from home, and working in a dangerous environment. And then, there’s the military family. They have to cope without the husband/father (or wife/mother) for much of the year and then fit that person back into the family structure when they return. It’s not always easy.
Especially now when we have men and women in harm’s way around the world, my book pays homage to the work they do and the sacrifices they make. Safe journey!
Blurb:
Men and women of the armed forces experience lust and love pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of "duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home. Explore the world of love and the military and see just how hot Naval Maneuvers can be.
Buy link:
Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Naval-Maneuvers-Dee-S-Knight-ebook/dp/B079V62PT3/
Excerpt:
"And what is your name, pretty?" Mel Crandall addressed the dinosaur bones in an undertone, bending nearly to face level. The skeleton displayed an open mouth and rows of fierce, sharp teeth.
"Roger," a man standing next to her said in a low voice. Startled, she looked up. Up being the operative word. She stood a decent five feet ten inches, and he beat her by a good half foot. She studied him. He ignored her.
The guy had a solid profile, strong chin, chiseled cheekbones, and a straight back with muscular shoulders. Short brown hair. He wore glasses and stared straight ahead, but glasses couldn't disguise the laugh lines that radiated from the corners of his eyes. His posture was near perfect and he was not overweight, as evidenced by the trim fit of his jeans and red polo shirt that clung enough to give evidence of a low body/mass index number.
As a doctor, she immediately noticed body characteristics before actual looks. But with this guy, examination in lieu of admiration was hard. Men were often put off by the fact that she paid attention to whether they looked sallow or flushed, or if their hands were cold or warm before she "saw" them. She noticed if a man's eyes were dilated or glittered with fever before she registered eye color. Dates started with mini examinations before she relaxed enough to enjoy personalities, but that's just the way she was. Men had to take it or leave it. Sadly, most left it. Which was why she talked to dinosaurs at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History all on her own.
Mel moved on to the next exhibit, a shorter built specimen but still tall and with a nasty spiked tail. "I wonder what you looked like," she murmured. "What color were you, what did you eat, and what's your name?" She bent to read the exhibit information.
"Gray. Grass." That same guy had followed her. Rather than having a strong profile, she was beginning to think he was a weirdo. "Annnd, roger."
Quickly, Mel moved to the next exhibit. "And you are–"
"Roger."
He stood beside her again! Mel started to look for a museum guard but saw none. Great. Planting her hands on her hips, she turned to him. "Stop following me," she said loudly enough that people in the general area turned to see what was happening.
The guy said, "Hold it."
Hold it? Hold it, as in "Wait a minute, little lady?" She opened her mouth to lay into him when he turned and removed his glasses, showing her the richest, most chocolatey brown eyes she'd ever seen. The words stuck in her mouth.
"I'm sorry, what?"
In a lower voice she said, "You're following me from exhibit to exhibit and talking to me. I want you to stop."
"I didn't realize…" He wiggled the glasses at her. "I'm working here and I'm afraid I didn't notice you."
Well. What was worse, that he was a pervert following her place to place, or that he wasn't a perv and hadn't even noticed her?
Reviews:
5 Stars: “These short stories have made me remember the passion between a woman and a man. Inspiring and heartfelt. A true gift this author has for sharing the beautiful relationship between a man and a woman.”
5 Stars: “I highly recommend Naval Maneuvers to readers who enjoy hot romance and humor. Dee S. Knight kept me turning pages until the end. I long for the next book where men and women make each other feel whole and dive into the unexpected. You don’t choose who you love. You just love.”
5 Stars: “Dee has an amazing ability to pull the reader into the story, so much so, that you live and breathe the lives of the characters until you reach the end….I'm glad I bought her book and look forward to reading more from this author. :)”
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
Author links:
Website: https://nomadauthors.com
Blog: http://nomadauthors.com/blog
Twitter: http://twitter.com/DeeSKnight
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DeeSKnight2018
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/265222.Dee_S_Knight
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B079BGZNDN
LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/dee-s-knight-0500749
Sweet ‘n Sassy Divas: http://bit.ly/1ChWN3K
Friday, April 10, 2026
The Snob by @meganslayer #outnow #agegap #romance #brattyheroine
Genres: Action Adventure, Contemporary, Mystery /Suspense /Intrigue, New Releases, Romance
Themes: Age Gap (Older Man), Dark Romance, Mafia /Organized Crime, Military, Para-Military, Veterans & First Responders
Series: Roosters (#12)
Multiverse: Roosters (#1)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 85
Carley Mathers isn’t just the “party girl” daughter of a congressman. She’s more. But these days, in a world of fake friends, she’s determined to keep only true ones close. Because she puts them at arm’s length, her classmates at college refer to her as “The Snob.” But she comes from wealth and means -- she shouldn’t be able to mix with her bodyguard, right?
Dacre Jennings has been given the job of protecting Carley while she’s off at college. The same classmates who make light of her silence also make fun of him, too. He doesn’t care that they think she lives with the old man. He’d rather she lived with him than alone. He sees the real woman, and he’s been in love with her for as long as he’s worked for the family.
With threats on her life, Dacre refuses to let Carley be used or abused. He’ll put his life on the line for her, as long as he knows he’s got her heart as well.
Buy it here:
https://www.changelingpress.com/the-snob-roosters-12-b-3850
Wednesday, April 8, 2026
Not All Tools Are For Everyone
Online I see a lot of authors using gorgeous tools for their writing. Beautiful laptops, monitors and keyboards. Journals full of stickers and mood boards just like their stories. Pens and post-its that match color exactly. Every time I see those beautiful plot journals and character inspiration sheets, I am jealous. I wish I could be that person. I wish I could make everything pretty and surround myself in the vibes of my story. But every time I try, I either get so intimidated by all the choices of making inspiring plot cards and character sheets, or I get frozen with fear of making a choice I can’t unchanged later, since they are on paper and permanent.
Unfortunately, no matter how much we might try, not all tools work for all of us. Everyone’s brain works a little differently, and we need to accept that about each other and ourselves.
Personally, I’ve always done better with digital tools. I like the ability to change things. To constantly adapt my process if it isn’t working without guilt. There is nothing truly permeant in my tools, and there for I can always change it match my current needs. Besides the time to set it up, I’ve lost nothing.
And I’m sure I’m not the only one out there that feels this way.
As a result, over the years, I’ve learned to use digital tools to give me some of the same effects that those beautiful plot journals and vision boards, while having the flexibility that my brain needs to explore and be creative. There are just as many fantastic resources out there for those of us who work better digitally. Most are a lot easier to find and create than a notebook or happy planner.
Spreadsheets, whether in Google sheets or excel, are one of my strongest writing tools. And one that doesn’t get enough love from the writing community. Spreadsheets malleable nature means they can be used for so many functions. Here are a few ways I use spreadsheets, but I’m sure there are hundreds more that others could add to the discussion.
Series Binder/World Building Dictionary – using multiple sheets within excel file I keep track of every aspect of my world building. From what characters look like, to family trees, names and descriptions of locations, or anything else that I want to be able to find at a moment’s notice. I even sometimes add rules to have cells to color them for certain aspects of a story or world, so I can follow a family or storyline through all my sheets (though this might be a more advanced skill, and not necessary). Spreadsheets also have a find function, which makes it easy to search information quickly if you need to know a character’s eye color or last name in a pinch. And images can be added to still give that character reference and even story vibe that some of the prettier plot sheets that others create.
Vision boards– While I do create most of my vision boards and aesthetics in Canva, so that I can then add them to my computer, phone and tablet backgrounds, a spreadsheet is another great place to add all this information. They can be placed wherever needed on the spreadsheet to give the same appeal as a journal, without any commitment.
Outlining – since I’ve started writing longer and more complex books, I’ve needed a way to keep the story straight, since it doesn’t all fit in my head anymore. I use spreadsheets to track my progress and the story together. I can note what scenes I’ve completed, which ones need more work, how much of the whole story they represent. I even add columns to the spreadsheet to note where the characters are in their romantic relationship, and to track any subplots that might be happening. I add notes of things that I need to check or change when it comes time for revisions, all in one place. It’s great to be able to look at the whole plot in one quick glance.
Time tracking and goal setting – I use spreadsheets a lot to track time and goal setting. I love to create bar charts and line graphs and all that fun stuff to track my progress. I also like to track my time and determine how long I work on a story or scene. I find that tracking my time keeps me more productive and focused, while also offering me a lot of interesting information to analyze.
Tracking sales – This one is an obvious one. I’m sure most authors track their sales, progress and expenses in a spreadsheet, but it is valuable to be able to see your data so closely. I’ll track what series have the best follow through, what tropes are most successful for me, and even what projects I plan to work on and when.
There are plenty of other things that can be tracked in a spreadsheet as well, such as influencers and bloggers that have been contacted, who reviewed your book, where it’s published, and probably a million other things I haven’t thought of yet.
Another invaluable digital tool for authors is a word document.
In the past I have been a Scrivner girl. I wrote most of my books in Scrivner (though I have always revised in word). Since I am an inspiration writer—which means I don’t usually write in chronological order—I often find it distracting to have the words of other scenes and parts of the story I am not currently thinking about on the page before me. I loved Scrivner’s corkboard and the ability to not just work on one scene at a time, but also to move them around if needed. But for convenience and availability I’ve moved to using google docs. Especially since they have created the new tab function, where you can do the same thing as Scrivner with different scenes being on different tabs, unconnected and moveable. You do need to collect them into one document at the end, instead of the compile function of Scrivner, but a small price to pay for the convenience.
I’ve also used word documents the same way, with each scene being its own document to eventually be merged into one giant document. Just like with google docs, it’s more convenient if not a little more troublesome with the pasting.
Series Binder/Worldbuilding dictionary – Word documents are also a great place to create a worldbuilding document. With their bookmarking tool you can easily move to different locations in the document with just a click. And just like spreadsheets they are searchable, allowing you to find information quickly. Images can also be added easily, including a whole title page of a vision board or aesthetic, though images can’t be easily nested so you might need to do create the graphic in another product like Canva first, and just copy the image to your word document.
Character sheets/Plot sheets – whenever I want to write a character sheet, I find a writeable word document the best place to do it. Any questions desired can be asked and answered in the sheet, a grid can even be created for plotting if necessary. And images can be added. For anything, where I know the questions will be the same each time, setting them up in word is a great way to play with the characters without being afraid about the permanence of writing in on paper. They can be set up once and used over and over again.
These are just the digital tools I use to write my novels. Each one is easy to adapt and change depending on the story and current place I am in my head. What tools do you use to create your stories, worlds and characters?
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
Strategies for procrastination and surviving chaos #books #reading #comfort #hope
While writing the last few chapters in the last book in my Stranger Creatures series, I’ve been finding all sorts of ways to procrastinate when I get stuck on a scene or a chapter. Spring cleaning, which is actually sort of fun, gives me a sense of accomplishment because I enjoy decluttering. My outdoor garbage can is overstuffed and I may have thrown out a couple things I regret parting with. In addition to cleaning and trying new recipes— many of which have gone mildly to horribly wrong— I’ve been reading.
My current list is an eclectic mix
of dystopian, science fiction, romantasy, steamy romance, and regular fiction. Here’s
a few I’ve begun reading:
Parable of the Sower by Octavia E.
Butler
How to Negotiate with a Nightmare by
Amy Boyles
Caitlyn Can’t Die by Liz Hambleton
The Lamplighter by Maria S. Cummins
Gran Caravan by Ginger Booth
Ice Planet Barbarians by Ruby Dixon
The Word for World is Forest by
Ursula K Le Guin
In the past few months, I have only
managed to read a few chapters at a time of the more serious books before
having to set them aside for a while. I have, however, been consuming stories
about found families, stories that provoke ethereal images of magic and the
beauty of nature, and, of course, love stories that have happy endings. The
world needs more love and more magical moments, now more than ever.
My music choices over the past month
have been lighter and more fun than my usual preferences. Some songs I’ve been
playing on repeat include:
She Bop by Cyndi Lauper
Sweet Baby James by James Taylor
Everlasting Love by Howard Jones
I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers
Proud Mary by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Manic Monday by The Bangles
The Subway by Chappell Roan
After a winter of snow and ice, the sun
has turned the landscape green, but for many, the warmth and new flowers don’t
signify the end of fear and troubled times, rather, the new beauty provides a sliver
of hope that a summer of sustained change will eventually arrive. Nurturing
that kind of hope requires the care and comfort often found in the safety and
temporary shelter of a good book or song.
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