Sunday, February 8, 2026

Book Blitz: Until the Truth Comes Out by Melanie Summers

 

Until the Truth Comes Out: A Novel
Melanie Summers
Publication date: February 5th 2026
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A rockstar at the height of his fame.
A wife on the edge.
A secret that can’t stay hidden.
And a single night that will change everything.







 

In the spring of 1997, Zane McCreight and his wife, Sienna, appear to have it all—sold-out stadiums, magazine covers, and the perfect family. But behind the image, their marriage is fracturing, and a scandal is quietly spiraling out of control.

As Zane’s band prepares for a massive tribute concert in the desert—under the eerie glow of the Hale-Bopp comet—tensions rise. Lies are told. Loyalties are tested. And two women find themselves trapped between ambition, betrayal, and the impossible weight of motherhood.

Then, on the night of the show—while the world is watching the stage—the youngest two McCreight children vanish.

Emotionally complex and deeply character-driven, Until the Truth Comes Out is a gripping tale of fame, marriage, the devastating cost of keeping secrets—and the strength of the women left to carry it all.


 

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The Concert Under the Comet was set to take place just as Hale-Bopp reached its closest distance to Earth. There had been some concern all week that a bank of clouds might ruin the show. But thankfully, they drifted away that morning, allowing the stars—and the single streak of light that would get twenty-thousand rock fans out into the Mojave Desert on a cool spring Saturday night—to show themselves.

But it wasn’t only the comet they’d come to see (all of them either wildly rich or beautiful enough that someone with money would shell out eight thousand dollars for a single ticket). It was the lineup of stars. The biggest names in the music industry were there, several of whom would take the stage together for the first and last time. It would be televised around the globe, making it bigger than the original Woodstock. More important than Live Aid ‘85. Filled with more star power than a Vanity Fair Oscar party. It was a tribute to a dead legend. The rise of a new star. The end of innocence for one lost teenager. It would be the greatest reconciliation of any celebrity couple in history. Or it would be their demise. Those last two things would remain up in the air until morning.

The location was a well-guarded secret. It had to be if they were going to keep the riffraff away. The riffraff could watch via pay-per-view for a whopping $49.95 (the highest priced pay-per-view event up to that point in time). The record label executives, production team, and cable provider were certain the riffraff would be all too happy to pool their cash so they could say they’d been a part of it when they got to work the following Monday. They were right.

Two hours before sundown, the audience would be brought to the location in a steady stream of air-conditioned buses, limousines, and town cars. The lights would go up. The music would play. People would cheer themselves hoarse and drink and dance and sing along (most of them off-key, depending on how many drinks they had). When they’d go back to Las Vegas, their drivers would turn on the heat for their now-chilly, exhausted passengers. The drivers would be relieved they weren’t rowdy and out of control. Instead, they were dead quiet as the shock of what happened lingered.

That afternoon, five-month-old Elliott (who always went straight to sleep in the car) dozed through the long ride under the bright afternoon sun. Later, when the sky grew dark, his mother, Claudia Crawford, would point up at it and tell him about the comet, knowing he wouldn’t understand, but hoping it would somehow leave a faint imprint on his fresh, new mind. Claudia would give the performance of a lifetime that night. She was the only woman who’d been part of The Vows, but she wouldn’t play with them that evening. She would go on alone for reasons the audience wouldn’t understand until after.

Claudia had planned to leave little Elliott back at the hotel in Vegas with her very reliable French nanny. Only the nanny went out dancing the night before and never came back, so Claudia was forced to bring him to the desert and leave him in the care of two teenage girls she barely knew. But everything would be fine. Elliott would be safely tucked away in a holiday trailer nearby with the girls watching over him, and Claudia would only be gone for forty-five minutes. An hour tops.

But of course, that’s not what happened. Things ran late, as they do at these events, and she ended up leaving him for the better part of two hours. By the time she returned to the trailer, it would be empty.

Before long, she would find herself groping her way through the impossibly dark desert, screaming his name, gripped by a panic that only fills a parent whose child has vanished. It would occur to her that she might never again hold her baby. Never press his chubby cheek to hers, never smell his neck, never hear him laugh again. She might never hear him speak his first words or watch him take his first steps. What if he never got to do those things? What if he was already dead?

Her knees would give out, and she’d slide to the cold ground, and she’d be disgusted at herself for letting her emotions overwhelm her. She’d be hauled to her feet and ordered to keep going by the last person on earth she expected to help. Although her companion was only there because her child was missing too.


Melanie Summers also writes steamy romance as MJ Summers.

Melanie made a name for herself with her debut novel, Break in Two, a contemporary romance that cracked the Top 10 Paid on Amazon in both the UK and Canada, and the top 50 Paid in the USA. Her highly acclaimed Full Hearts Series was picked up by both Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) and HarperCollins Canada. Her first three books have been translated into Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia. Since 2013, she has written and published three novellas, and eight novels (of which seven have been published). She has sold over a quarter of a million books around the globe.

In her previous life (i.e. before having children), Melanie got her Bachelor of Science from the University of Alberta, then went on to work in the soul-sucking customer service industry for a large cellular network provider that shall remain nameless (unless you write her personally - then she'll dish). On her days off, she took courses and studied to become a Chartered Mediator. That designation landed her a job at the R.C.M.P. as the Alternative Dispute Resolution Coordinator for 'K' Division. Having had enough of mediating arguments between gun-toting police officers, she decided it was much safer to have children so she could continue her study of conflict in a weapon-free environment (and one which doesn't require makeup and/or nylons).

Melanie resides in Edmonton with her husband, three young children, and their adorable but neurotic one-eyed dog. When she's not writing novels, Melanie loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. She also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken 'from above'. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something--more like just staying until they turn the lights off.

She is represented by Suzanne Brandreth of The Cooke Agency International.

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Friday, February 6, 2026

Book Blast: Collared: Volume 1 by HSF

 

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Collared: Volume 1

Author/Publisher/Cover Artist: HSF

Release Date: October 15, 2025

Tense/POV: First-person, past tense, single POV

Genres: Contemporary Gay Romance, BDSM, Erotica

Tropes: Master/sub dynamics, BDSM training, total power exchange, collaring, exhibitionism

Kink Elements (explicit): Watersports, group sex, pup play, fisting, chastity, remote-control toys

Themes: Total submission and ownership, consensual degradation and public use, whoring out, pup play, gang-bang, kink events, body marking/branding

Length: 32 065 words/approx. 125 pages

Heat Rating:  5 flames

A very brief Volume 1.5 is available for free on author’s website (as a digital book, posts, and podcast episodes). This is because Volume 1.5 depicts hypnosis, and there is a concern that some booksellers would consider it an expression of 'dubious consent'.

Off-limits: Volume 1 of Collared does not include so-called dubious consent (and certainly no rape or other illegal activities).

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A sub drawn deeper into submission on his Master’s leash—through public use, private service, and every desire in between.

It all begins at the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco and then dives into House Slave Fag’s growing submission — from public displays to intimate encounters at a bar, a pool party, and even scenes of service under his Master’s sports team. Intimate, raw, and reverent, it’s not just about what happened — it’s about everything he hoped would happen next in real life. Includes 12 chapters (approx. 125 pages).

When I first began writing about kink, it was with this story. It was back during the COVID-19 pandemic, when I was horny as hell, but couldn't have physical contact with anyone, while I was sheltering at home with a part of my family.

I call this my lead story, because it is the story that is most closely related to my real life. All of my stories convey my fantasies, but in this one I am simply sharing scenarios I imagined as taking things a few steps further with my real-life Master. Keep in mind that this entire story, which I continue to develop, is based on the premise that my Master has the liberty to enact anything that I dared depict in it.

I was quite nervous about going with my Master to Folsom Street Fair, the world famous kinky event, where they close off a street and practically anything goes. It’s one thing to walk around and see others display their kinks, but it’s something completely different to be entirely exposed and displaying my own kinks to the general public, even if it is in a sort of welcoming or appropriate environment. It is still on the street. People could take photographs of me (although it’s polite to seek permission) and I have a career to worry about. My Master is not unreasonable, and he told me I can wear the leather hood I recently ordered online. It’s thick and it will cover my head from all sides. People will only see my body, shoes and eyes through the holes in the hood, so they’re not likely to be able to identify me, he reassured. I was still worried about it, but I had to agree that he was right.

With that it was settled and I got ready for our outing. He gave me some time in the morning to douche and shower. Then the remote-controlled butt plug went into my butt hole. I locked the metal chastity cage on my dick and returned the spare key to him. I put on a jockstrap with the word slave written on the waistband. He chose for me the shortest gym shorts I had, and of course the “slave” waistband had to be visible on top. On my shoulders I was instructed to wear the harness he had me order online. My collar necklace would be visible under the harness. On top I was allowed to wear a sleeveless hoodie for the car ride, and in case it got colder later in the day. My butt hole vibrated briefly, as he checked it was working through the app on his phone. While it vibrated, it also lit up with changing colors that were visible through the thin garment of my gym shorts.

My Master was standing by the door, dressed in leather pants, a buttoned-down black shirt and a leather tie. “Come over here,” he motioned. “Put my tall leather boots on.”

I got down on my knees and put both of the heavy boots on his athletic legs. I could feel his developed calves as I zipped the boots up. I was starting to get up, but he stopped me.

“Stay there,” he instructed, as he patted my head. “I know you’re nervous about today. Don’t be. Just follow my lead and everything will be fine. I’ll be showing you off to a lot of people, so make me proud. You’ll have the protection of the hood, so don’t worry about being discreet. Now kiss my boots and let’s go,” he instructed.

I leaned forward to kiss his boots, one at a time, taking in the smell of the leather and then I said “thank you, Sir.”

He patted my head again and said “good boy!”. I was filled with pride and let out a purr. With that, I rose to my feet, head down. He gave me his bag to carry and the key to the car. We got out of the apartment and into the car, with me in the driver’s seat and him in the back, as usual. I switched on the radio on a station he liked, playing EDM; put the address he gave me into my phone’s google maps; and we drove off.

HSF is a gay erotic writer exploring the psychology of Dominance, submission, and a range of kinks.

Collared to his Master for six years, he began documenting his journey into deeper submission through short fantasy stories and diary-style posts reflecting on erotic power exchange. What started as playful storytelling became a passionate creative practice—and a way to inspire others to explore their own desires.

Since launching his blog over two years ago and his podcast several months later, HSF has published seven books, blending raw sexuality with introspection, emotional honesty, and the thrill of submission. His work celebrates kink in all its forms—its community, its freedom, and the deeply personal transformations it can spark.

He continues to write, record, and share his evolving journey with a growing audience of readers, listeners, subs, Doms, and everyone in between.

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Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Release Blitz: An Impossible Mate by Joy Lynn Fielding

 

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: An Impossible Mate

Author and Publisher: Joy Lynn Fielding

Cover Artist: GetCovers

Release Date: January 29, 2026

Tense/POV: alternating dual third person pov, past tense

Genres: Paranormal MM Romance

Tropes: Fated mates, forced proximity, slow burn, reluctant mates, pack dynamics.

Themes: Trust, belonging, self-forgiveness, letting go of guilt, found family.

Length: 65 000 words/252 pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames (Graphic, but not frequent)

The story has a complete romance arc. One element of the larger series plot continues into the next book.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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The line between order and chaos, heartbreak and happily ever after, has never been thinner… or more tempting to cross.

Alpha shifter Matt Urban is always in control. He has to be. Keeping his territory, his pack, and himself tightly leashed is the only way to protect his precarious peace. So when a defiant, smart-mouthed lone wolf stumbles into his territory, Matt’s first instinct is to drive him out. His second instinct? Quite the opposite, unfortunately…

Jesse Turner learned a long time ago that his safety depends on never belonging to anyone. No packs. No family. And definitely no bossy, overbearing, disturbingly hot alphas. Which means he should stay as far away from Matt as possible. Too bad doing what he should has suddenly lost all appeal…

It's not long before Matt will have to decide how far he’s willing to go to protect the mate he never wanted, and Jesse will need to decide if running from Matt is survival, or the biggest mistake of his life.

Easy, right?  

Try impossible

An Impossible Mate kicks off the Strength of the Pack series—character-driven M/M fated-mates romances with an overarching plot, slow-burn tension, and men worth falling for. If you like reluctant soulmates, found family, and shifters who absolutely do not talk about their feelings (until they do), welcome to the pack. A complete six-book series releasing weekly January 29 through March 5

Content note: This series includes material that some readers may find distressing. Full details are available on the author’s website: https://joylynnfielding.com/cw.

Note: This novel is a substantially expanded new edition of the novella originally published in 2013.

“What’s your name?” Matt asked abruptly, swinging around the chair Bryce had been sitting on and straddling it, his wrists resting loosely on its back.

“None of your damn business.” There was a mutinous spark in the blue eyes that glared at him, and the mulish jaw was set even more firmly.

“You don’t speak that way to an alpha.” Bryce’s voice sounded gentle, but Matt could hear the warning in it.

The guy didn’t even blink at the warning. Just curled his lip like he’d had too many people try to make him bow down before. “He ain’t my alpha.”

As Matt rose slowly to his feet, six foot two of coiled power and authority, the guy seemed to rethink the wisdom of his attitude. 

“Jesse.” It came out sullenly. 

“Jesse what?”

“Turner. And who the hell are you?”

“I’m Matt Urban, alpha of this pack. That’s my beta, Bryce. What are you doing in my territory, Jesse?”

Jesse shook his head and fisted his hands in the blankets he was holding to his bare chest. Like he was some kind of modest maiden. Or, Matt realized an instant later, like he was vulnerable and scared. The way his fists were twisted in the blanket looked like he expected to be yanked out of the bed.

“Didn’t know it was your territory,” Jesse said. Then he let out a little huff. “Sorry if I was trespassing.”

Matt didn’t believe him for an instant. It was impossible for any shifter to have missed the fact this was a pack’s territory. His best guess? Jesse was frightened of them, and he was saying what he thought Matt wanted to hear.

Matt stepped closer, holding his gaze. His wolf pushed against his skin, hungry for something. Truth, he thought. 

“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t pick up our scent markers?”

“Well, hell, the place smelled of a whole bunch of wolves, but I didn’t know it was your property,” Jesse protested. “Listen, this has been all kinds of nice, but I gotta go. I need my boots.”

It sounded snarky, but Matt heard the fear behind it, sharp and sour. He turned away to straighten the chair, using the movement to keep his wolf tamped down. He’d figure out later just why his wolf was so front and center tonight.

“How long since you found him?” he asked Bryce.

Bryce tipped his head as he thought back, working it out. “Must be about an hour.” He evidently saw the way Matt was clenching his jaw. “There was no point in letting you know when you were driving. Figured I’d fill you in as soon as you got home.”

Matt supposed that was fair. But it didn’t mean he liked it. The safety of the pack was his responsibility, and it was a sacred trust. 

Jesse was practically vibrating with adrenaline. If Matt kept pushing, he’d only get more lies. He’d try a different tack. Not least because that corporate catered lunch had been hours ago, and the scent of food had made its way in from the hallway until Matt wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into a juicy steak.

He’d get Jesse to let his guard down, to lose that snarky defiance he clearly used as a defense. Then, it would be easier to wrest the truth out of him. 

“I’ve only just gotten in, and I need to eat,” he said casually. “You can join us for whatever Jason’s cooked up tonight before you go.”

He hoped Jesse would agree. Otherwise, he’d have to make him, and after a long and frustrating day dealing with shifter bureaucracy, he didn’t want to go to the effort.

“Think he’s doing steak and baked potatoes,” Bryce said. His voice was just as casual as Matt’s, but he knew what he was doing. “And cheesecake for dessert.”

Jesse’s stomach gurgled. They all pretended not to notice.

“Reckon I could stay just a while longer,” Jesse said, after due consideration, as if he were doing them a great favor.

“Do you want a shower before you get dressed?” Bryce asked.

“You sayin’ I need one?”

“Hell, yes,” Matt said, before he could stop himself.

To his surprise, Jesse suddenly grinned. Without the strain in his face, and with a smile like that, he was a goddamn heartbreaker.

Matt turned away. 

“Ten minutes,” he said. “We eat in the kitchen. Bryce will show you.”

He left. If he stayed, he might just do whatever it took to see that smile again, and Matt didn’t get to want things like that anymore. Not when he still tasted blood in his dreams.

Fated mates, MM, love, excitement, emotion, and so much more...this is the book you want. It had everything, and I loved the story. Matt and Jesse don't have it easy, in fact, they don't necessarily want each other, but when they open up, they find there is so much more for them in the end. The characters change and grow, and the development happens throughout the story. I really liked this one. It has a good story line, plot, and characters. There were parts I think could be developed a little more, but at the same time the story wasn't lacking. I'm excited to see what is next. 

Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a small English market town, where she nurtures enthusiasms for vintage aircraft, horses and gardening. An avid researcher for her books, she delights in uncovering unusual facts and sharing them with anyone within earshot. She insists this has never led to anyone hiding behind the furniture.

Joy writes at the pace her health allows, powered by enthusiasm, optimism and, above all, coffee. She hopes her books offer good company to anyone navigating their own winding paths.

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Tuesday, February 3, 2026

Release Blitz: His in the Fire by Willow Winters

 

      

HIS IN THE FIRE BY WILLOW WINTERS

Release date: February 3rd

Genre/Tropes: Hades & Persephone Retelling / Kidnap Romance / Romantasy / DARK Romance / Kink

   

His In The Fire, a Hades & Persephone retelling, by Willow Winters is NOW LIVE!!

Grab the conclusion of this all-new dark romantasy TODAY!!

   


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From USA Today Bestselling Author Willow Winters comes the second part in the sizzling Hades & Persephone Duet.

Ripped away from Olympus to the Underworld was a hell of its own making, but so is returning.

Leaving behind Hades and my rightful place as Queen of the Underworld caused an agony I’ve never known before.

What’s worse is that the war has not come to an end and my place in Olympus is questioned by all because of Hades’ demands. My mother will stop at nothing to have me safe with her and neither will Hades.

I’m left torn between life, Olympus, my mother and the throne I was always meant to have beside my lover, the King of the Dead.

I miss him dearly, I crave his touch and I need the love I felt so strongly in his presence.

What brings me the most fear though, is my own thoughts and my own power. The threat of losing what I had is enough to make me question my sanity. My mother would starve the world for me, Hades would burn it. But myself… What I’m willing to do as the suffering intensifies is blasphemy and terrifies me to my core.

There’s no going back and in this place I must find peace and balance before it’s too late.

I know one thing for certain: after dark, there will always be light. If that wasn’t true, the dark would not have a name…

And I crave both.

Please note: His in the Dark must be read first.

               

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Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

   
   

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Book Blitz and Giveaway: When Time Flies by Jennifer Moreno

When Time Flies
Jennifer Moreno
Publication date: February 3rd 2026
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance, Time-Travel

She was just a flight attendant…until she landed in her past.

Indy Kash is a corporate flight attendant, jet-setting with the rich and famous in a world most only glimpse through glossy magazine covers. But beneath the polished service and designer luggage lies a past she’s spent years trying to forget. When a mysterious time-slip yanks her mid- flight into the trauma that derailed her life thirteen years ago, Indy is forced to face the crime that destroyed her future—and the man who made sure she took the fall.

Back in the present, he’s suddenly on board her jet, and Indy’s thrown into a battle across time to stop him from destroying the world. With a reluctant spirit guide, a crash course in time travel, and a love she never saw coming, Indy must untangle the past to rewrite her future.

Can she finally clear her name, save the world, and discover if time really does heal all wounds?

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The old rage from my liver rose, and my intestines churned like an electric whisk on the lowest speed. I was a cliché of both Chinese medicine and Ayurveda. The fact that my shame, anger, and fear culminated into Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) really made me textbook. As the spiritual experts would say: You keep holding onto old crap.

I’d tried everything to let go of the past. I talked about my feelings to numerous therapists—some good, some not. I even attempted the “woo-woo” including:

Inner child work.

A soul retrieval from a Native American shaman (Apparently my soul couldn’t be retrieved).

Good ole fashioned journaling.

Cry therapy.

Ayahuasca in the Amazon jungle (The result? Shitting and vomiting at the same time).

Exploring my “shadow side.”

Breath work while a didgeridoo played in the background (One word: painful).

Shrooms.

Trauma workshops.

Belief coding.

Vision boarding (I was desperate).

Transcendental Meditation.

Ketamine.

Visits to psychics, mediums, astrologers, and tarot readers, who all agreed…

I was pretty fucked.

Then I returned to the Western approach and did a one-week stint each with Lexapro and Zoloft, which only gave me migraines. I freakin’ loved the I-can’t-even-get-anxious-if-I-wanted-to feeling of Xanax…but alas, it wasn’t enough.

Nothing worked.

I let out a sigh from my belly, as a multitude of yoga teachers had taught me. As I expelled the air, I felt strange…odd…not dizzy, not nauseous, but weird. I checked the monitor that displayed the airshow. Time To Destination, or TTD, was three hours to go until we landed in Teterboro, New Jersey.

The words and numbers on the monitor blurred into an astigmatism.

I rounded the corner into the crew rest and then plopped onto the club seat. Exhaustion crawled through my veins like slow lightning. My vision pulsed. The feeling was jetlag times infinity. I tried to stay centered and think through what was happening. I had been flying, almost nonstop to save money to buy a house. Crossing all those time zones and the constant fatigue combined with the IBD did not make for a healthy lifestyle.

I’d let myself get that run down. Damn.

My body felt weightless. It was like the moment before a fall, that breathless pause—only it never ended. A newfound hum in my ears grew until it swallowed my every thought. My eyes darted over my lap to the khaki fabric wall and finally to the window. The sky brightened to an angelic white, nearly blinding me. I wasn’t dizzy. I had the urge to stare straight ahead, yet I could not focus.

Am I vaporizing?

I stretched out my fingers. They were disappearing! I felt so airy, as if I could levitate off the seat. I grasped the armrests until…

I couldn’t grasp them anymore.

The outline of my body began to blur. I lost the solidity of flesh. Tiny sparks of light flickered along my arms, breaking apart into floating specks, like dust in the sun. These particles—that were once me—scattered outward. Where I had sat, I was now only a swirl of luminous dust, leaving me somewhere between confused and terrified.

The world spun ahead of me, leaving no room for panic, no room to understand. In an instant, purple lightning hummed and sounded like the constant static of a bug zapper. The spinning intensified, yet I wasn’t queasy.

What the fuck is going on?

I realized I was spinning through blackness, as if I was on an otherworldly plane. Then the particles of my body snapped back together and returned it to its human shape. I kept rotating and twirling until, out of nowhere, I smelled old wood and cleaning solution. And then…

There I was, sitting on a chair in a—was it a courtroom?

My mouth was so dry it felt like sand had settled on my tongue. A dull ache pulsed behind my temples, the kind that usually came from waking too early and too thirsty. My eyes darted across the courtroom, desperate to anchor on something steady, but every face seemed sharpened against me, a blur of judgement I couldn’t decipher. My chest tightened, heavy as stone, and though I begged my body to move, shift, or raise even a finger, nothing obeyed. It was as if my body had betrayed me; every molecule refused to budge. Before I could get one thought together, I heard:

“Indy, doodoo, what’s wrong?”

Mom.

Where am I?

Jennifer Moreno has a master’s degree in creative writing from New York University. She was a corporate flight attendant for six years and is the host of the Corporate Flight Attendant podcast.

She is deeply involved in metaphysical practices, including obtaining certificates in trance and advanced mediumship; medical intuition; and psychic detection. She is also a reiki master and hosted a metaphysical podcast called Two Inches Off the Ground.

In her personal life, Jennifer is a proud Colombian adoptee. As a Colombian American, she enjoys improving her Spanish and exploring her roots in her native Colombia. “Jennifer” is her adopted American name, and “Moreno” is her original Colombian surname, thus combining these different…yet magical cultures.



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