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Monday, September 15, 2025

The cancelled anthology

My time travel novelette is finally launching in 6 weeks after being on the back burner for over a year! This little novelette has been on quite the journey, now launching as a standalone, even though it wasn’t originally written this way.

The earliest complete version was crafted to sit at the end of specific romance pieces in an anthology, a time travel novelette that (with the consent of the other authors) would incorporate elements from the stories that come before. I’d never seen this done in multi-author anthologies, and thought it would be an interesting exploration of craft.

The actual writing had to be done in three parts. First, I had to write my story up to around the halfway/two-thirds mark to establish the concept and premise. Then I had to wait until all the other stories were written before I could work their elements into my draft and figure out how to get to the end. Finally, I had to provide my fellow anthology-mates with elements from my story to incorporate into the background of theirs to support the time travel concept of my protagonist visiting their settings in the past.

We made it all the way to collating the anthology, hiring an editor, and designing the cover. And then we discovered why you don’t see this kind of thing done in multi-author anthologies.

Days before we were due to prep for go, we encountered a situation where the only way forward for us was to cancel the anthology. It was oddly fitting for Until We Met Again, since the story itself deals with things that suddenly disappear from your life.

This is an abridged version of a post that first appeared on jlperidot.com. You can find the full article on my blog.

Until We Met Again – a time travel novelette

A time traveller absconds to the past in search of her lost love.

One word: my name. A call from Origin through the neural lace grafted to my brain and nerves, connecting me to another place in another time. A reminder of what I’m here to do.

I clutch a bottle cap; its sharp metal edges ground me in the present. It’s funny, don’t you think, to consider this moment the present, as if the past and future I came from aren’t supposed to exist? If you were here, I’d ask. You’d smile and kiss my forehead and say you love my nonsense questions.

But you’re not here. They want me to forget you ever were.

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JL Peridot writes love letters to the future on devices from the past. Visit jlperidot.com for the full catalogue of her work or subscribe to Dot Club for a collection of her tiny stories.

Saturday, September 13, 2025

Wolf Magic

I’ve always admired wolves. From afar. Until I recently had the chance to visit the Sedona Wolf Sanctuary with my husband.

Being inside the wolf enclosure and having wolves roam around and approach me was a magical experience. I got wolf kisses, and I bonded with Larka, the alpha she-wolf. We have a lot in common. Both of us are older females with arthritis.


Larka keeps the pack together. They can’t howl until she says it’s okay to do so. Her story has a happy ending, but it wasn’t always that way. She was abused by a man who previously owned her. She found her mate at the sanctuary, but Dakota sadly died. She almost didn’t survive her loss, and now she has decided to spend her remaining years as a lone wolf, but she still wields strength.

I have a lot of respect for her. She’s a survivor.

I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress and health issues lately, and visiting this mystical place was just what I needed. Along with hanging out with wolves, the group and I performed a sage smudging around a medicine wheel. The wolf sanctuary is situated on a spot with mystical importance to Native Americans, and that feeling was palpable.

My soul has been healed.


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Friday, September 12, 2025

Unearthly Desire - NEW Release - Book 5 Outlawed Realm - Erotic Urban Fantasy Romance - Enemies to Lovers - Non-Stop Danger - Terrifying Monsters - A Shocking Secret #TinaDonahueMonthlyNewsletter #Giveaways #EyeCandy #EroticUrbanFantasyRomance

 



Unearthly Desire

Book Five Outlawed Realm
Erotic Urban Fantasy
Enemies to Lovers - Non-Stop Danger
Terrifying Monsters
A Shocking Secret

They’re fighting for their lives, freedom, and love…in the realm of the dead.

Eeete, a pleasure slave, thought she’d found freedom in an underwater colony until a hated Palace guard abducted her for his carnal pleasure. Swept with him through a portal into E3, she faces danger from the deceased, grotesque monsters, and a dimension where few things are as they seem and nothing can be trusted…including her own desire.

Running from sure death, she comes upon Makam, another guard, sentenced to E3 for treason against their dimension’s depraved ruler. She’s determined to hate him—as she does all men who imprisoned her in the Palace—but survival depends on them fighting together.

Curious about Makam’s seeming honor and tempted by his untamed allure, she soon falls under his sensual spell, their nights filled with unrestrained passion, their days spent trying to stay alive…an increasingly impossible struggle.

When all appears lost, an unexpected chance allows hope for them to flee together toward a promising future.

Until a shocking secret threatens to tear them apart forever.



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Thursday, September 11, 2025

It takes a real woman to manage brass balls

Years ago, I was fascinated with pawn shops. I’ve never been in one, but I love the idea of them. So much history, so much personal angst. Or happiness waiting to be passed on to someone new. Either way, I always thought they would be fun places to explore. However, I gave little thought to they’re also being a business. This is something Evelyn Collins isn’t able to forget.


Blurb:
As family wage earner and pawn shop manager, Evelyn Collins thinks she's kept a good watch on everything in her corner of the world. That is, until Harve Liddell, son of a local crime family, and Detective Joshua Rosen step up to show her just how much she's missed.

Evelyn Collins inherits the family pawn shop and thinks things are starting to change for the better. Now, if she could keep her younger brother out of trouble, and handle two surprising suitors, things would be great.

Harve Liddell suffers from the reputation of his family's involvement in organized crime, but Evvie Collins has always treated him as a friend. Far from friendship, he wants to set her blood afire with passion. When Harve's ready to move, he finds Detective Joshua Rosen is, too.

For years Josh Rosen has wanted Evelyn in his bed, but stayed away because Jews were second class citizens in Minneapolis. He's no longer willing to wait. The only thing blocking him is Harve Liddell, and the trouble Josh is sure he's embroiled Evelyn's brother in. He must find a way to trap Liddell without causing Evelyn pain before he can claim her.

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Bedfellows-Publishing-Menage-Everlasting-ebook/dp/B009HA6D9Q/


Excerpt:

Nudging her to her back, he slipped between her legs as though he’d always belonged there. Maybe he had. God knew, he’d dreamed about being there long enough. Lacing his fingers with hers, he positioned their hands beside her head. No need to use his hand to lead his cock to her pussy. It found the sweet spot like an arrow aimed by an expert archer.

“This might hurt,” he said.

 “It won’t,” she said back, with such conviction he had a moment’s doubt that she was a virgin. But then, he knew his Evvie, and she was as pure as an angel.

 “Spread your legs as far as you can. And try to relax.”

 “Harve Liddell, you’re inspiring a lot of things right now, but relaxation isn’t one of them.”

 He laughed—a first for him, buck naked and between a woman’s thighs. He took her mouth at the same time his cock sunk into the heat and tightness of her pussy.

 He had to push, because her muscles resisted the necessary stretching to accommodate him. She wasn’t kidding—she was anxious.

 He swept kisses up her jaw to her ear. He nibbled the lobe and then whispered, “Relax, sweetheart. Let my cock in.” He flexed his hips, trying like hell not to hurt her any more than need be yet feeling the strain himself as each moment passed. It was all he could do not to drive inside and relieve his own urges.

 “Feel my dick, sliding inside you?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

 “It wants you. I want you. Your cunt wants my dick, too. God designed us that way.” Her breath hitched enough for him to feel it, and she squeezed his hands.

 “You’re so sexy. Your tits pressing my chest are driving me crazy.”

 The sex talk worked. She raised her hips to push against him and accepted him an inch more. With the next probe, her hymen blocked his way.

 “There’s no easy way to do this,” he whispered and thrust hard.

 “Oh, my God!”

 He was there, deep inside, surrounded by heat and her natural moisture. He took a needed deep breath, letting her adjust to his size. “It’ll be better in just a minute. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

 Remarkably, she wrapped her legs around his butt and pushed up. “No, I meant, ‘Oh, my God’ that feels incredible. You’re inside me so far, it’s like we’re one person.”

 His Evvie was one in a million. “It’ll feel even better, starting right now.” He pulled out to the entrance to her channel and slid back in.

Out and in. Out and in.

Then he took her mouth again, a conqueror, sliding his tongue in and out, reveling in her response. She sucked at him at the same time she met his cock’s thrusts. Her moans urged him on, harder, faster. He wouldn’t hold out much longer at this rate, but he had to, for her.

 Then she shattered beneath him. Her pussy grabbed his dick and contracted, all along his length. He drove in a final time, coming with surprising force.

 Harve broke their kiss in order to suck in air. He let go of her hands so he could push his weight a little off her, and she readily wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked his neck and shoulders while her spasms continued rippling over his cock. Her breathing was deep, her eyes closed.

 “My God,” she muttered. “My God.”

 He had spent his load but remained where he was to let her finish. Her pussy wouldn’t stop, providing an incredible ride inside the world’s sexiest woman. He dipped his head to lick her nipple. She arched her back to feed it to him.

 Finally, she calmed completely. His dick, spent but happy, slid out of her pussy. When he removed the rubber to dump in the trash basket beside the bed, it was slippery with her cream.

 “I didn’t hurt you?”

 “There was a tiny bit of pain, but no. It felt…like nothing I could ever describe to anyone.”

 “Good?”

 “Fantastic. Remarkable. A miracle. I should have done this years ago.”

 “No!” He sat up, propped on one hand, and stared down at her. “No, Evvie. You were keeping yourself for me.”

 She smiled sweetly and reached up to cup his cheek. “You’re probably right. It wouldn’t have been the same with anyone else.”

 He covered her hand with his own. “It’ll always be good between us.” He turned his head to kiss her palm, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. “I love you, Evvie.”

 “I must love you, too, or else how could I feel this good?”

 “Oh, the body lies all the time. Yours is meant to respond to a man’s dick, a man’s touch. I want you to love me with your heart and mind.”

 “I think maybe I do, Harve. But this has all happened so fast.”

 He hesitated, wondering how to approach his question. “Did Rosen kiss you when he took you home the other night?”

 She looked away and bit her bottom lip. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Did you enjoy it? Did he give you tongue?”

 “Harve, those are personal questions.”

 “My sweet siren, I’m not the only man who wants you in his bed. Josh Rosen does, too.”

 “How do you know?”

 “He told me. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s in love with you, too.”

 “Oh, no.” She bit her lip again, the sparkle in her eyes dimming. “I have feelings for him, too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Since my dad died, everything seems different.”

 “It’s okay, honey. We want you to think about something. If one of us can make you feel as good as you just did, how much better might it be with two of us?”


 A little about me:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.

 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

 

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Taken by the Maine Coon by @meganslayer #romance #monsterromance #paranormal

 


Taken By the Maine Coon (Taken 9) A Paranormal Women’s Fiction Novel by Megan Slayer

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A big cat and a woman without magic could just be the right combination.

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She hit SEND, then darkened the phone and tossed it onto the side table. If Norm Slone had time for her, he’d let her know in the morning. Besides, she didn’t want to give her ex any extra space in her mind. He owned too much as it was. Some days, he lived there rent free. Those were the days she second-guessed divorcing him. She’d loved the troll once, hadn’t she? Thought they could make a future together, right? A woman with no magic and a troll could make things work, in theory. The more she considered her past, the faster she remembered the reason she’d left Tiernan. He’d only married her under the assumption she’d inherit money from her parents.

Wrong.

After the wedding, when he found out she was penniless, he’d walked out. He claimed he wasn’t interested in her any longer. He had to work late. He’d made friends with other people. Their lives were going in different directions. Other days, he simply didn’t speak to her.

He’d packed his belongings up in the middle of the night and walked out.

Her head ached. She’d lost a dozen years of her life to him. Years she could’ve been happy. Could’ve been single but making the best of her situation. Instead, she’d tried her damnedest to keep the marriage together. Tried to make herself loveable to him again.

What a waste. He wasn’t going to love her then or now… or ever. She had to stop living in the past and thinking about what wasn’t going to happen in order to focus on the future -- whatever future she had.

She switched off the light and snuggled in her blankets. She might not be living with anyone, but then again, she didn’t have to share the bed. Didn’t have to argue with anyone. Didn’t have to explain herself. But the loneliness overwhelmed her at times.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to forget the day, forget her situation for a little while. Forget her Ex. Time to dream. She loved her dreams. Her mysterious stranger showed up when she closed her eyes.