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scifrey · 4 months

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NINE-TENTHS

Oh my gosh, the book is now officially out! This is the first original novel I've published since 2018 and I am very excited and very nervous to share it.

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➡️ You can read it here. ⬅️

Chapters drop Wednesdays and Saturdays, and if you're worried, the story is already finished and fully uploaded. This is not a WIP that I will abandon later--it's totally complete.

About the book:

Twenty-four is one year too young for a quarter-life crisis, but hey, Colin's always been an overachiever. He's got a degree in Sustainable Tourism, which his family says he's wasting as a barista, an annoying anxiety disorder, and no freaking idea what to do with his life. The only thing going his way is the cute coffee shop regular, a homo draconis named Dav (who, in his humanshape, is a total hottie.) Still, it'd be easier if Dav didn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire when he's startled. Like the café kitchen.

When Dav breaks draconic taboo and volunteers as a replacement bean-roaster to apologize for the inferno meet-ugly, sparks really fly. Everything's finally happening for Colin, until he learns that hooking up with Dav means that under dragon law, Colin is absorbed into Dav's hoard.

Possession may be nine-tenths of the law, but becoming his boyfriend's property does not make this whole identity crisis thing easier. Especially now that Colin must navigate politics, paparazzi, and legal questions about his personhood. Colin's still angling for his Happily Ever After, but the growing scrutiny on his relationship with Dav threatens their budding romance. And if he's not careful, Colin's fight for agency may just destroy symbiotic human/dragon relationships worldwide.

Beautiful cover art by @seancefemme

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golden-heretic · 25 days

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i interrupt my regularly scheduled COWBOY CARTER re-listen to promote my BALDUR'S GATE 3 meets BATCAT action/adventure romantasy🥂🏹 ♥️🗡️ -- A VERMILION CURSE is now available on Kindle, Paperback & KindleUnlimited ✨ . . . . . . . . . 🌹 A VERMILION CURSE ✨️

🏹 Vox Machina meets BatCat 🐾

When a wandering scholar turned mercenary steps into a ransacked city in search of ancient wisdom to a forbidden religion, the last thing he ever expects is a dangerous woman with a price on her head who desperately needs his help.

☆ Adult ☆ Fantasy-Romance☆ Action/Adventure ☆ Now available in Kindle, Paperback & KindleUnlimited ☆

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emiliebethann · 27 days

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'By you I am forever undone.'

I wanted to draw something romancey and these two were on the brain! I hope you guys enjoy X

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calming-chaos · 11 months

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#book blog #bookaddict #bookaholic #bookshelves #bookstagram #booktok #bibliophile #booklovers #bookstack #bookworm #fourth wing #rebecca yarros #romantasy #fantasy books

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tarysande · 5 days

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Just read a fascinating report on book sales in Canada for 2023. Lots of info, but something I found particularly interesting is that romance sales were up 9% overall from 2022.

The genre driving that rise? Romantasy. Contemporary, rom com, and regency were all down (5%, 9%, and 35% respectively), while romantasy was up a whopping 235%. And yes, a lot of that momentum comes from social media and #booktok

They broke romantasy down further:

Adult fantasy/romance: +57% (presumably fantasy with a romantic subplot vs below, where it’s a romance in a fantasy setting?)

Adult romance/fantasy: +235%

YA fantasy/romance: +331%

So, anyway, the takeaway is this: all those romance and/or fantasy haters may be noisy, but they’re definitely in the wrong side of market growth and spending power.

(Go forth and make your fantasy characters kiss, my darlings. Turns out that while we’re living in a dystopian hellscape, our preferred form of storytelling escapism is people with swords and fancy clothes kissing. Sold.)

Info from here.

#romantasy #booktok #bookblr #Canadian stats #now kiss

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starrynightsxo · 6 hours

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me and my tfota besties when, well, tfota:

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givingairtomymouth · 2 months

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Something that really infuriates me is people on Goodreads who define Tolkien's books as "too heavy", "too descriptive", "too prolix"... and then you discover that they give five stars to Sarah J Maas' books.

Like, listen. You're free to enjoy your romance content (cause that's what it is, romance), it's totally valid, but leave Fantasy alone. They're two totally different reading levels.

Honestly it saddens me a bit that writing and reading skills have become so simplified and superficial that now LOTR seems unapproachable. To supposedly fantasy readers.

(This is not meant as hate, but since some of y'all like to sh1t on Tolkien and other masters... might as well defend them.)

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sarahwyland · 7 months

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It is what it is. Blame it on Rhysand and Xaden if you must. 🤷‍♀️

#books #reader #now reading #writing #books and reading #amwriting #bookstagram #booktok #romance books #romantasy #xaden riorson #rhysand

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decaffeinatedplaid · 4 months

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starting to think holly black is the only one doing it right on the romantasy scene. if I have to read about One More relationship where the guy is older, stronger, has to teach the MC how to be a badass, has all these secrets and ultimately always has the upper hand, I'm going to LOSE IT.

jurdan is such a breath of fresh air. I love this funky little murderer and her flirty courtier bf. I love that suren is genuinely feral and WILL fuck you up. where are the unhinged women at? for that matter, where are the queer leading couples at? get me out of this colleen hoover-adjacent wormhole I've fallen into and send me all your top recs, tumblr, I'm begging.

#this is a holly black appreciation post #send me stuff like gideon the ninth (tho hopefully less heartbreaking) or cemetery boys or legends and lattes or the raven cycle #I'll love you forever #holly black #the cruel prince #the stolen heir #fantasy #romantasy #booktok

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scifrey · 3 months

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NINE-TENTHS

Part Ten

This is a panic attack. I am in the emerg, and my arm is bleeding, and I can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe—and I can't say it, because I can't suck in the goddamned air, and Dav's hand is back on my forehead, the soft touch of cloth beside my eyes (I'm not crying! I'm not!), and it's a friggin' handkerchief, and he murmurs, "I'll be right back," and then he's gone, he's gone, and I reach up, try to grab his wrist, but I am already alone, I don't want to be alone, I don't, I was wrong, I’m not fine, I'm shaking and I can feel the blood oozing from the holes, feel it sliding down my inner elbow, am so focused on it I can practically hear it, and I want his warm hands again, and I am scared and I am a liar and I want, I want, I want—

"Lord above, Colin, breathe," Dav says.

He drops something on the floor, but that’s okay because his hands are back on my face, cupping my chin. "That's it. Big breath in."

Oxygen shudders into my lungs.

"And out."

The exhale sounds thick and gross. Dav doesn't care. A smile blooms on his face, and even though it's tight, there are furrows on either side of his mouth, not quite deep enough to be dimples, but kind-looking and honest.

"In again, Colin, there's a lad."

Right, Dav's rarely-before-seen-smile, that's one thing I can see. A small paperback book on the floor, white text against a field of familiar lurid purple. Two. A candy bar beside it, black wrapper. Three. Dav's dress shoes framing both, smeared with dried espresso. Four. The stretch of wool over his knees, a faint stripe of light yellow in the check I hadn't noticed before. Five.

On to touch: Dav's palms against my cheeks, scratchy on my scruff. Two, the blanket over my lap, weighing me to the earth so I can't go flying off. Three, I tap my chucks against the linoleum floor, plasticky and hollow. Ground. Four, I wriggle in my seat, the thin padding pressing against my skinny-ass hip bones. Grounded.

I can hear Dav's voice, In, out, that's it, Colin, well done. Muzak in the waiting room, a clarinet rendition of something by Lizzo. Behind the desk, the administrator on the phone, trying to soothe someone, telling them to "bring her in, honey. We'll take care of your baby." That's three.

Two for scent—I can smell charred fabric and the acrid stink of over-roasted beans.

And I can taste salt from my own tears pooling at the corners of my mouth.

"That's better," Dav says softly, and he's not speaking from the end of a tunnel anymore.

"So," I say, and my voice sounds shaky. I reach up with my left hand, wrap my shaking fingers around his wrist, pull his hand back far enough to get a good look at the sodden square of lemon-yellow fabric that matches his pre-burning button-down. "An honest-to-god handkerchief, eh?"

Dav blinks at me for a second, a sweep of copper eyelashes over high cheekbones. Then that smile gets deeper, settles into his face. I sort of expected his teeth to be pointy, or for him to have fangs, but the only draconic thing about him in this shape is his tongue, and his eyes. I wonder if he can change them to look more sapiensesque too, if the sunflower color of his irises and the slightly-slit pupils are a personal choice.

If they are, I hope he never changes them.

Dav passes me the handkerchief in question. I appreciate him not saying anything about why I need it. Then he scoops up the book and the candy. I've never seen him order a dessert, so yeah, I'm a nosy jerk and point to the chocolate.

"For after," Dav says, and he's being cheeky. "If you're good for the doctor, you can have a sweet."

"Awww, thanks daddy," I say, making sure the sarcasm is audible. "But that'll keep me in here."

Dav frowns. "The chocolate bar?"

"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'. "But I appreciate the gesture."

"Is it the nuts? I've seen you drink almond milk."

"The cocoa," I correct. "A rare but annoying food allergy. Do you know how many restaurant desserts have chocolate in them? All of them, is the answer." It feels good to be bantering with him again, feels normal, and natural, and not at all like I just had a freak-out in public in front of like, two dozen people. Some of whom are still staring.

"Chocolate," he murmurs, chagrined.

"Don't tell me you're one of those people who is going to weep for me because I can't have it. Cause I'll tell you, to me, it just tastes like puking after birthday parties."

"Vivid." He wrinkles his nose.

"You eat it for me," I tell him.

Dav pockets it instead. "I'm not fond of sweets."

"It'll melt in there."

He makes an annoyed growl-purr sound, and hands the chocolate to a wrecked-looking mom holding a sobbing infant a few seats down. She seems grateful.

"And what's that?" I ask, pointing at the novel.

He hands it to me and retreats into himself, as if waiting for me to find something wrong with this offering, too. "I had nothing to read to you, so I went to the gift shop."

A scantily clad woman in a white Gothic dress smolders up at me from the cover. The dress is mysteriously clinging and wet while her flowing blonde tresses are dry. She's leaning back against a dude with a faint bluish tinge to his dark skin, slit-pupiled eyes the piercing color of a Polynesian sea, rippling biceps patterned with tattoos, and his forearms peppered with cobalt scales. Both models are showing the same amount of cleavage—which is to say, lots.

Yum.

"The Azure Ariki's Royal Bride." I read aloud. The flop in my stomach turns back into a flip. "Are you making fun?"

"No?" Dav says. "You said you liked draconic romances."

I did, didn't I?

"That's… thoughtful," I allow. "Thanks."

Oh god, he’s actually nice.

It’s weird.

It’s cute.

Oh, fuck.

"Shall I read?" He holds out his hand, waits for me to relinquish the book. The gesture is small, polite, like he's not comfortable with touching me now that my panic attack has passed. He hasn't taken me accepting it before as blanket permission to keep at it, and that's, yeah, that's thoughtful, too. That’s attractive.

I'm exhausted, and still sweating, and aching, and I wish like hell I could get comfortable in this chair. I want to be read to. I give him the book.

Dav leans on the armrest between us, so he's close enough that he won't be interrupting anyone else. I wish he would wrap one of those careful arms around my shoulder.

"Chapter One," he says gently, and I let my eyes slip closed and lean as far into his space as I think I can get away with. "Yalente's father had been a missionary during the Wars. He had uprooted them from Zeeland in 1844, and it was 1846 before Yalente again found herself between four walls in a place she could call home."

Dav is a lovely reader, and when I realize his shoulder is just the right height to rest my aching head on, well, I can blame it on the exhaustion, right? Panic attacks take it right out of me.

"It was a...ah, a small reed house," he reads, voice hitching as I get comfortable. "And newer than the little stone cottage over which her dying mother had left her mistress at the tender age of fourteen. Now twenty, Yalente was losing her second home, for the Māori Rangatira had triumphed. The Pākehā had lost, and were now being evicted from the land they had stolen. Including Yalente, who began to understand what it meant to have unknowingly and unwittingly been a thief…"

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gnometa233 · 2 months

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Book fellas PLEASE I'm in dire need of help

Two of my friends want to get into romantasy and they're starting with SJM. Please. Reccomend me better books to steer them towards. Preferably ones with no sexism/"alpha male" types

#booktok #anti booktok #book recommendations #romantasy

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emiliebethann · 13 days

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''He wanted to keep her pressed to the floor beneath him. He would have set the world on fire and then let it all burn just to keep holding her like this.' - A Curse for True Love 🫶

Evangeline and Jacks of course belong to the lovely @stephanie_garber

Back at you guys with an Eva jacks painting! I cannot express how much this scene equally killed me and made me kick my little feet in the air! The hollow will forever have a soft spot in my heart 💕 Tried to use more dreamlike colours which let me tell you, are SUPER out of my comfort zone but I'm relatively happy with the result!!

Happy Monday! Have a lovely week folks, thanks so SO much for tuning in and taking the time to look at my paintings 💖