by | December 26, 2025 · 5:00 am

Elmer Kelton’s The Blessing Blitz

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Western Adventure, Historical Mystery

Date Published: 12-03-2025

Publisher: Devil’s Claw Press

 

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Hewey Calloway, Elmer Kelton’s favorite footloose cowboy, has
always been known to have a generous nature, readily giving to those in need.
Time has finally mellowed Hewey and given him some wisdom that was lacking in
his youth, but deep down, he’s still the same old Hewey. In this sequel
to The Smiling Country, a beneficiary to one of Hewey’s past
generosities pays him back, and with interest. Knowing Hewey would decline a
monetary repayment, he is gifted land back in Upton County.

Trouble is, it was bought from his old adversary, Fat Gervin, who is still as
crooked as ever. Gervin finds a seeming loophole in the contract and tries to
pull another fast one on Hewey, who is fed up with Gervin’s endless
treachery. Tensions rise, and when Gervin is shot, it’s Hewey
who’s on the hook for the crime. But things are never as they seem, and
it’s up to an eclectic cast of characters to sort it out, and for Hewey
to learn what’s really important in life.

Written by longtime journalist turned novelist John Bradshaw, who was selected
by The Elmer Kelton Estate to continue the Hewey Calloway tradition.

 

About the Author
John Bradshaw
John Bradshaw is a native of the small town of Abernathy, Texas. He is
an award-winning journalist with well over a thousand published stories. Elmer
Kelton’s The Familiar Stranger, co-authored with Steve Kelton, is his
first book.

Bradshaw attended South Plains College followed by Texas Tech University. He
spent several years shoeing horses for a living as his writing career
progressed.

While the desire to write books was always there, Bradshaw first pursued a
career in journalism. He wrote numerous stories for ranching, horse and
horseshoeing magazines.

Growing up, Livestock Weekly came in the mail once a week, as it does for most
in the livestock industry. Writing for Livestock Weekly was always a goal, and
in 2005 Bradshaw’s first story was published. It was a profile of
Brownie Metzgar, a humorous cowboy still working in a feedlot while in his
late 80s.

In 2007 Bradshaw accepted a fulltime position with Livestock Weekly. While
with the paper he had over a thousand stories published, as well as enough
market reports to give him permanent nightmares.

Horses have always played an important role in his life. The son of a
horseshoer, he has spent a significant amount of time either on or under a
horse. He still shows in both ranch horse and reined cow horse competitions.

He and his wife, Sara, live outside Abernathy. Sara owns an architecture firm,
SK Architecture Group, and they raise Spanish goats, hair sheep and cattle.

In 2013 the couple had a stillborn son, Fox Joaquin Bradshaw. After several
years of heartbreak they adopted an infant boy, whom they named Julian Boone
Bradshaw. Boone died in his dad’s arms following an accident at the barn
five days before his sixth birthday.

 
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by | December 24, 2025 · 5:00 am

The Philosopher’s Guide to Life, Suffering and Kidney Stones (but Mostly Kidney Stones) Tour

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Nonfiction / Health

Date Published: June 5, 2025

 

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 Let’s face it—life throws rocks at all of us. Sometimes
metaphorical, sometimes literal, and occasionally they hit you directly in the
kidneys.
Welcome to the survival guide you didn’t know
you needed—for pain, philosophy, and the Dirty Rotten Bastards known as
kidney stones.
Written by Dr. Carmin Kalorin, a
board-certified Urologist and Navy Veteran with a sharp sense of humor and a
well-loved copy of Marcus Aurelius’s Meditations, this book is equal
parts medical manual, philosophical deep-dive, and brutally honest pep talk.
From ancient Greek tragedy to Zen detachment, from Schopenhauer’s
existential gloom to modern pain meds that actually work, Dr. Kalorin arms you
with science, insight, and just the right amount of sarcasm to help you endure
the worst pain imaginable—and maybe even grow from it.

 

Inside,
you’ll discover:

 

●  Why kidney stones hurt so damn much (hint:
it’s not just the jagged edges)

●  How to suffer like a
philosopher—or just survive like a human

●  What Stoics,
Buddhists, and Navy SEALs can teach us about pain

●  How to stop
these unholy invaders from ever coming back

 

Whether
you’re mid-attack, recovering, or just preparing for the day your body
decides to throw a mutiny, The Philosopher’s Guide to Life, Suffering,
and Kidney Stones offers clarity, catharsis, and some much-needed
laughs—because if suffering is inevitable, we might as well face it with
wisdom and a plan.
Grab some water (seriously, hydrate),
settle in (writhing optional), and turn the page. You’re not alone!
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EXCERPT

Comedian Jim Gaffigan once described passing a kidney stone as “giving birth to a Lego—through your junk.” Actor and writer Kevin Murphy said, compared to passing a kidney stone, “Being gut stabbed with a dirty spoon in a prison cafeteria is less painful.”  Joe Rogan put it another way: a UFC fighter can take inhuman punishment, get “ripped to the gills,” and still push forward in the octagon—but a tiny kidney stone will drop him like a sniper.

But here’s the thing, suffering isn’t new. Since the dawn of civilization, humans have been getting absolutely wrecked by pain and asking the big, existential questions: Why me? What cosmic sin did I commit? And dear God, how do I make it stop?!

Throughout this book, we’ll take a philosophical and medical journey through suffering, spanning thousands of years, to see how humanity has tried to understand and endure it. Along the way, we’ll discuss kidney stones, or as I prefer to call them—DRBs (Dirty Rotten Bastards)—including why they form, how they create ungodly amounts of misery, how to (hopefully) pass them, how to remove them if they refuse to move, and strategies to keep these evil little demons from ever returning.

So, slap on your metaphorical philosopher’s robe, stroke your imaginary Socratic beard, and get ready to get your learn on. Because if we have to suffer, we might as well do it with some wisdom—and maybe a few good painkillers.

Existentialism, Nihilism, and Kidney Stones

In the previous chapter we looked at the ancient origins of the philosophy of suffering and the scientific basics of why stones form. But make no mistake: your stone formed because the universe hates you.  Well, not you specifically, it hates all of us. This leads us to our next category of philosophic examination. We’re going to jump from the ancients to the moderns, who don’t blame anything for your stones. But first, we’re going to take a look at the physical cause of your suffering – or in layman’s words, why the hell it hurts so much.

How Stones Cause Pain and Suffering

Do you remember the basic setup of the urinary system? The kidneys filter your blood to produce urine, which collects in the hollow part of the kidney. From there, the urine gets pushed down through the ureter into the bladder, where it’s stored until we feel the urge to urinate.

Well, Kidney stones cause pain when they block the flow of urine, meaning they only become symptomatic when they attempt to pass out of the kidney. When someone says they have a painful kidney stone, they’re actually dealing with a painful ureteral stone—because that’s where the real trouble begins.

Stones typically form in the hollow part of the kidney, often attaching to its walls. While they remain in place, urine can flow around them, so they usually cause no pain—many people don’t even know they have them. As I often tell my patients, “I could have 20 stones in my kidneys right now, and as long as they stay put, I feel fine.” The problem arises when a stone breaks loose or a fragment detaches. Once free, the stone is carried by urine flow into the renal pelvis, which leads directly to the ureter—and that’s when things go downhill.

Contrary to popular belief, the ureter isn’t just an open drainpipe—it’s a conveyor belt made of muscle. Like the heart, it contracts rhythmically, generating peristaltic waves that push urine from the kidney to the bladder. This happens all day, every day, and we never notice—until a stone gets in the way. When a stone enters the ureter, it disrupts these delicate coordinated contractions, triggering intense ureteral spasms—which is where most of the pain from kidney stones comes from. Many people assume the pain comes from the stone scratching or cutting the ureter, but in reality, it’s the ureter spasming around the obstruction that causes the agony. If your thigh muscle spasms, you can stretch and massage it for relief. But if your ureter spasms, there’s no way to stop it since it’s an internal muscle, you just have to endure the unbearable pain, writhing in agony until the wave finally passes. So, when someone says they’ve got a painful kidney stone, it would be more accurate to say they’ve got a painful ureteral stone. 

 

If the stone is small enough, the ureter will do its best to push it downward—kind of like a snake trying to swallow an egg, only far less graceful and way more painful. The problem is that the ureter is a tight squeeze, starting around 3 mm wide at the top and narrowing to just 1.5 mm near the bottom. It can stretch, but it doesn’t like to—and when it does, it throws a fit. The bigger the stone, the more it stretches, and the more it stretches, the more it spasms—cue the waves of agony that feel like your body is staging a rebellion from the inside. However, size alone doesn’t determine pain level—it’s more about how tight a person’s ureter is and how much it spasms when confronted with a stone. I’ve seen people pass 10mm stones with moderate discomfort, while a tiny 1.5 mm stone has caused excruciating pain. 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Carmin M. Kalorin, M.D

 

Carmin M. Kalorin, M.D. is a board-certified
urologist and founder of the Kidney Stone Center in Raleigh, North Carolina,
one of the highest-volume kidney stone treatment centers in the nation. Over
the past decade, his team’s dedication to patient-centered care has
placed the center in the top 1.5% nationally for stone treatment volume.

 

With
over 20 years of experience specializing in minimally invasive surgery and
kidney stone management, Dr. Kalorin has seen firsthand how painful and
life-disruptive kidney stones can be. His mission goes beyond
treatment—he is passionate about empowering patients through education.
By helping people understand why kidney stones form, how pain develops, and
what prevention truly looks like, he believes patients can reclaim control
over their health.

That philosophy led to his book, The
Philosopher’s Guide to Life, Suffering, and Kidney Stones (but Mostly
Kidney Stones)—a blend of practical medical insights and timeless
philosophical wisdom. Drawing from thousands of patient conversations, Dr.
Kalorin translates complex medical science into approachable, often humorous
lessons about resilience, suffering, and the human condition.

Equal parts
clinician, teacher, and philosopher, Dr. Kalorin writes with the conviction
that knowledge is the most powerful tool in medicine—and that even
life’s sharpest pains can reveal deeper meaning.

 

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by | December 22, 2025 · 5:00 am

Incubus Teaser

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Dark Fantasy/Horror Action Romance

Date Published: December 23, 2025

Publisher: ‎Changeling Press LLC

 

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Life — and love — with a man who fights nightmares is bound to
be… different.

Smart, capable, and lethal, Sarah Fenton never needed rescuing — until she
met Joe Horn and his horrifying nemesis, the muck-drippy-thing. Together they
defeated that nightmare, and for the first time in decades Joe could stop
running.

In the process, Sarah discovered her weakness — Joe. The hard-as-nails woman
becomes Joe’s willing sub — his slave girl. Joe is a perfect Dom, but
Sarah has even darker fantasies — lurid, sensual and totally submissive.
Sometimes, they even come to life.

Now one of them is stalking her, and she feels the awful temptation of
nightmarish pleasure. The darker the fantasy, the more intense the pleasure.
Pleasure stronger than any drug. Pleasure that threatens to drown her. The
pleasure of surrender… to an Incubus.

 

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Erotica short story. Expect
limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re
looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

 

 

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Copyright ©2025 Jonathan Wright

 

Jongo infested her fantasies, dark, muscular, commanding. Sarah masturbated
three or four times a day thinking of him coming to take her, dragging her by
her hair, stumbling naked from the house, immune to his kicks and punches,
honed by years of training that would kill an ordinary man.

Not ordinary, Jongo. Not him. No. Her struggles only fed his burning hunger.
And hers. As now. As naked as she was, his huge cock throbbing and bouncing as
he walked, his grip was casual, yet inhumanly strong.

Stronger even than Joe, whom she had called Master more often than not. But
this wasn’t really about Joe…

Exhausted, struggling to keep her feet as she stumbled, Sarah gave up, then
was dragged, then followed him limply, his grip in her thick hair making her
walk head down, like a slave, cursing, then crying, then sobbing…
please, please, please.


Please, what? The demon’s strength, already huge, increased as he
stepped out of the trees onto the beach. As his foot touched the water, he
dragged her upright until she stood with her head tilted back, staring up at
him. He pushed her away, his hooded eyes nearly invisible in the shadows of
the moon. “Kneel.” He grinned as he stroked his cock with his free
hand.

Sarah stumbled and fell into knee-deep water. Rising, sputtering as water
streamed down her body, defiance failed her; words choked her. She breathed
heavily, staring at his cock.

“Recall how I took you before, so easily, wrapping you in my vines, my
seaweed, stroking your hungry body until you begged me to take you. How I made
you scream my name.”

Her legs quivered. She wanted to curse him, scream for help, for Joe
to… rescue…

Sarah had never in her life needed rescuing. Except for one time…


The wind sucked her along the dirty cement floor, into the waiting maw of that
THING, the muck-drippy-thing, as she steadied the pistol and emptied the
fourteen-round clip into its indescribable excuse for a face as the spindly
spider arms reached for her…


Then Joe was there, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her back. Stronger
than any man she had ever known. Pulling her back from the edge. Saving her.

Sarah hadn’t felt weak. Not then. Not like she felt now.


Weak. So weak. Why do I feel this way? Jongo is a monster, a creature from the
icy black depths of the harshest place on earth. Why do I feel so fucking hot?

She stroked her clit with one hand as she slowly sank to her knees in the
warm, swirling water. She spread the fingers of her other hand and teased her
nipples, shivering as she imagined being held against her will in the depths
of his lair.

“You are helpless,” Jongo told her. “Helpless.” A
ritual. A spell.


Yes. Helpless! Helpless! I am helpless! Her mouth fell open. She arched her
back, presenting her full tits.

I have to stop. I have to be strong! “No!” she gasped in a
purposely seductive parody of defiance. Wait. Purposely? Like I want this?

Jongo grinned and said nothing, continued stroking his cock. His huge, erect
cock. She couldn’t stop looking at it. At him. I love cock. I love it.
Joe says I’m a cock-hungry slut. I get wet when he whispers that to me.


Helpless… His voice faded, still there, still commanding. She came with
a short, harsh cry as the orgasm claimed her.

Jongo laughed. “You have already surrendered. Do as I command! Keep
stroking yourself!”

She did. I can’t stop. I can’t disobey him. It feels so good to
obey. I want more!

“Think how my hard cock will feel in your hot, wet cunt. You will beg
for it. Beg for it, woman! Beg for my cock! For when you do, when I plunge
into you, you will be mine. My slave. Forever!”

Sarah came again, moaning this time, closing her eyes and thrusting hard,
pushing her fingers deep into her soft tits. “Yes! Jongo, fuck me! Yes!
Make me your slave! Make me your slave!”

She dropped back into the water as he fell on her, forcing her legs apart,
driving his cock into her, driving her will deep down into the chill, black
depths of his domain where it dissolved like tendrils of ink. She wrapped her
legs around him and thrust mindlessly, screaming as she came and came
and…

Sarah lay on the table on the veranda, sweating, her tits heaving, her knees
spread, hips moving rhythmically up and down in time with her frantic thrusts
as she came for the fifth time. “Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She rammed
the dildo into her cunt one final time before slowly drawing it out. Her whole
body quivered, drenched in sweat, as she lowered her legs and stretched,
groaning.

“Well, I think you must clean off that table before you use it for
anything else.”

Sarah gasped in shock, but without shame or embarrassment.

Belle stood not three feet away, a gorgeous Jamaican woman of medium height
and surpassing curves, dressed in paint spattered clothes and carrying various
implements of artistic creation. “You missing your man Joe? He’s
only been gone a day.” Belle arched one elegant brow for emphasis.

Sarah dropped the dildo and draped one arm over her sweaty face. “You
have no idea…” Joe liked to watch her fuck herself like that.
Imagining him doing so made it hotter for her.

Belle chuckled and began setting up an easel. “So hot for your Dom, you
maybe forget we had an appointment to paint those luscious curves?”

 

 

About the Author

Jonathan Wright retired to the northeast, where he is surrounded by family and
trees in about equal numbers. In his free time he enjoys thinking up
erotically terrifying situations for his characters, who insist they
don’t like that sort of thing. When he isn’t writing about
slavering fangs in the dark he does weird-ass paintings.

He has a daughter who will admit to the relationship under duress. He puts up
with her because she makes great cookies.

We don’t know why she puts up with him.

 

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Cole for Christmas Teaser

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A Friends to Lovers BDSM Ménage

 

Christmas / Romance / Comedy

 

Date Published: December 23, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

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Sarah has a secret — she wants her best friend Cole. Cole wants Jeff.
And Jeff? Surprise! He wants them both.

Cole is wild, funny, impulsive, and Sarah’s best friend. She doesn’t
understand what he gets out of submission, but she’s not going to let Cole get
hurt the way he has in the past. So when she discovers his new dom is Jeff,
the jerk who helped kick her out of her undergraduate program, she knows she
has to intervene.

But when she sees Jeff again, she’s confused. He says he wants Sarah to be
Cole’s Christmas present, and she’s stunned. She and Cole are just friends,
aren’t they? Amazingly, Cole seems to want her as much as she secretly has
wanted him. The even bigger surprise? She realizes she wants Jeff too.

Even if she could have them both, this is supposed to be temporary. It’s too
bad she’s only allowed to have Cole for Christmas.

 

 

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Copyright ©2025 Treva Harte

 

“What’s wrong with you, Cole?” Sarah stared at her friend over the flimsy
coffee container. “You have to go pee pee? You’ve been twitchy ever since we
got here.”

Cole laughed and gave her the finger. He opened his mouth as if to give a
smart-ass answer but then bent over his latte instead. Not looking at her, he
carefully blew on it and took a sip.

Sarah settled back. Cole was obviously dying to tell her something, and she
knew from experience all she needed to do was sit. If he waited more than ten
minutes before spilling everything, he’d probably keel over from the strain.

The clatter of students milling around the student union coffee shop made the
silence less noticeable. They continued drinking.

Two minutes of just downing caffeine. Impressive. Cole was hanging tough.

He shifted again in his seat and shut his eyes, grimacing. Sarah frowned,
suddenly a little concerned. Cole was a genius — a real, measured-by-testing
genius — but that didn’t mean his emotional IQ always matched his
intelligence. She was sure it was a challenge to be five to ten years younger
than his academic peers, and Cole didn’t always meet that challenge. In fact,
Cole could be kind of a pain in the ass. Right now he was acting like he had a
literal pain there.


Oh. Ohhhh, boy. He might actually have one. Please God, no. She might have to
venture into TMI territory to find out.

Cole had been more than forthcoming about his sex life in the two years they’d
been in grad school together. That was a problem for him. Younger and smarter
in some things had made him vulnerable in others, especially since he was open
about his sexual preferences and desires. Gay at the university was one thing;
gay and dedicated to BDSM was another.

“Has someone hurt you?” She hoped that question would get the job done. Sarah
could be more direct, if need be, but she also probably didn’t want to know
all the particulars.

“No.” His prompt answer was a relief. Of course, he had to add, “Not any more
than I want to be.”

“Ooookay.” Sarah set down her cup. Sometimes a friend had a duty to ask more
even if she’d so much rather not. “Have you met some new dom?”

“You know I have. I told you about him.” Cole didn’t look up from his latte,
but he didn’t sound reluctant to answer.

“You mentioned you’d met someone new at a club a few weeks ago, but you didn’t
say anything more.” That wasn’t like her Cole at all now that she thought
about it. “Is that the guy?”

“Fuck yeah. I was incredibly lucky that night. He hardly ever goes to clubs.
Says they’re too fake for his tastes.” Cole squirmed again. “He isn’t into
scenes. Not public ones.”

“So you’ve been — um — doing things outside of clubs?” Sarah wasn’t sure
which sounded more dangerous. Cole wouldn’t know danger if it bit him on the
butt. Especially if it bit him on the butt.

“At his place. Sarah, it’s… intense. And really sexy.” Cole grinned at her.
“That’s all I’ll say unless you want me to go on. I know how you get.”

“And I know how you get, so thanks for shutting up.” She grinned back at him,
and Cole shifted his weight again. Sarah sighed. “All right, Cole. Why are you
acting this way? Something is going on.”

Cole leaned over, then glanced around to make sure no one was listening. Oh
God. He felt the need to keep something private. This was going to be a doozy.

“Because I have a butt plug in me. A big one. It’s driving me crazy.
Especially because it’s pressing on my fucking prostate.”

Sarah made a faint protesting noise and covered her eyes. “I don’t want to
know.”

“When I see Jeff after work, he’s going to take it out and replace it with –”

“Don’t want to know, don’t want to know. Don’t. Wanna. Know.” Sarah covered
her ears instead.

Cole pushed down one of her hands and whispered, “Unless you want to pull it
out for me. Jeff might get mad, but it would be worth it if your dainty,
lily-white fingers would take care of things for me right now. It might even
be fun.”

Sarah clenched her dainty, lily-white fingers and smacked him on the shoulder
with her plastic spoon.

Cole leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Stunned, Sarah dropped the
spoon on the table. For such a demonstrative guy, Cole pretty much kept his
hands and lips to himself. Well, at least around women. She’d seen guys pass
him around like an appetizer at parties. Obviously that kind of touching was
different for him.

Oh, shit. After remembering some of those party images, she felt a sudden pang
of lust. She took a deep breath. Now she could see herself testing that butt
plug, imagine what Cole’s tight ass looked like holding it. His gasp when it
moved. Damn it, she didn’t need to have that thought in her head. Talk about
waste of time! Cole was completely off-limits. He’d never be her appetizer.
Friends. They were friends. She’d gotten over her stupid crush long ago. That
didn’t mean she couldn’t admit to herself he was sexy. In an off-limits way.
She didn’t need to start thinking he was available after working so hard to
forget he was hot.

“I knew I’d make you do that, but you did ask.” Cole sounded a little too
smug.

Sarah looked up. Oh Lord, how could he know about her completely inappropriate
thoughts?

Cole rubbed his shoulder, grimacing as if she’d really hurt him. Then he
stopped and winked.


Oh. Right. Very funny. She’d hit him. They had a standing joke about his smart
mouth and his need for punishment.

“Actually, what I really wanted to ask was what you had planned for
Christmas.” She didn’t care if it was an obvious change of subject. Cole could
go on pushing her buttons for hours. Besides, she did want to ask.

Last year Cole went with her to see her parents. Cole had way too many
experiences with judgmental families like his own, and he’d been apprehensive
about the whole thing, especially meeting her officer father. But Dad had been
Dad, and Cole had been Cole, and everyone had a great time, just the way
Sarah’d expected. This year Mom and Dad had shipped out to Japan, so neither
she nor Cole would be seeing their families. She’d hoped they could hang out
together for the two weeks while the grad dorms closed during winter break.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you! I’m planning on a trip to a ski lodge in
Wyoming all during break.”

“You don’t ski.” Sarah skied but couldn’t afford a weekend, much less weeks at
a resort. Life was so unfair.

“I like skiers. And cowboys. Jeff owns a place there.” Cole crumpled his cup
and tossed it into the garbage.

“Oh. Jackson Hole?” Sarah snickered. “I could see you headed there just for
the name.”

So now she knew this Jeff had money, was a skier, and maybe was a little
pretentious. Two out of three wasn’t bad. Especially if he had a ski lodge.

“Grand Targhee. Jeff says it’s even better than Jackson Hole, although not as
many people have heard of it.”

So unfair. Sarah had heard of it, and everything she’d heard agreed with what
Cole — who was obviously clueless — had said. The place wasn’t even that
pretentious. If Cole’s new man turned out to be perfect, she’d have to be
happy Cole was going away with him on the kind of holiday break she’d want.

And that was so unfair double time. It also meant she had no one to share
Christmas with. She didn’t need another reminder that she’d worked too hard,
frozen too many people out, had no life. Cole, who bubbled over with curiosity
and energy, always made even the bleakest times fun. She’d been counting on
him to carry her through this first really big holiday without her parents.

Well, she’d have to get over it. A military brat got used to being around
strangers. Maybe she could scrounge up enough money to take a little road trip
by herself or get a fancier hotel than she’d planned. It didn’t sound like fun
now, but she would work on it.

“You wanna come along?”

 

About the Author

Treva Harte has always been an overachiever. She also collects things. First
it was degrees. First a B.A. in English, then she decided to go back for a
Master’s degree. Not content with that, she added a J.D. Since then she’s
added a husband, also an attorney, and two children to her collection. She’s
continuing her ways as an overachiever, writing her wonderfully offbeat tales
of passion and possibilities — in her spare time.

Visit her website at www.trevaharte.com.

 

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by | December 20, 2025 · 5:00 am

Father of Monsters Blitz

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Contemporary Fantasy, Mythology

Date Published: December 9, 2025

 

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A world once whole, now split in two. The flower patch painted a deep crimson
hue. Eyes of flame gaze on red lock and key. For the brothers’ misfortune, he
is set free.

Anthony and Andrew Redson live an ordinary life on the outskirts of
civilization. But their estranged father is anything but ordinary. When his
most ancient and dangerous enemy attacks their childhood home, the twins are
thrust into a world unlike any they’ve known. A world of gods, monsters,
knights, and magic. Trapped upon paths of bloodshed and tragedy, the brothers’
can rely upon no one. Not even each other.

 

 

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 Jonah Hunt

 Jonah Hunt is the author of Father of Monsters. Since he was little, he’s been
enamored with dragons, magic, and storytelling. After ten years of washing
dishes and housekeeping, he aims to make his dream of writing full-time
finally come true.

He lives in one of Florida’s reasonably sane neighborhoods with his two dogs.

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