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RomancelandiaBy @allieiswriting.bsky.social
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS A CRYPTID is getting a special edition only available through Kickstarter! Kickstarter: www.kickstarter.com/...www.lianabrooks.com/...#ChristmasCryptid#Romancelandia 📚

A graphic with a black chalkboard background that shows the cover of All I Want For Christmas Is A Cryptid (a cartoon woman standing on a wooden bridge in front of snow-capped mountains) along with various tropes including: paranormal holiday romance, you kidnapped me from my house so now I'm 100% your problem, secret identity, forced rescue from impending wildfires, fake relationship to keep the gold diggers at bay, forced proximity because all the hotels are full, grumpy/sunshine romance (she's the grumpy one).
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JMjodimca.bsky.social

September 29, THE MIMICKING OF KNOWN SUCCESSES, Malka Older. How was I ever going to resist "sapphic Sherlock and Watson solving mysteries on Jupiter??" Simply could not be done. This is also a strong rec for the sequel, THE IMPOSITION OF UNNECESSARY OBSTACLES. #Romancelandia

A digital copy of The Mimicking of Known Successes. Two women are shown in silhouette in front of a futuristic orange landscape.
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Llucynka.bsky.social

Realizing that "Who Killed McNally?" is probably my favorite of these stories ("these stories" being my upcoming collection of Beulah Poynter mysteries), and I think a big part of that is because it has the most successful romantic subplot. #pulp#mystery#romancelandia?

The inspector had seen her several times before from the window of his office, the brightness of her hair and a certain buoyance in her walk distinguishing her from the rest of her fellow workers, then also she was better dressed than most of the girls who were employed in that neighborhood.  In a vague sort of way, Donovan wondered who she was, if she were pretty at close range, and whether she were shop girl or stenographer.  Women did not interest him enough, however, for him to conjecture long, and except for an occasional glimpse of her the girl would have passed out of his mind altogether.

Like moving toadstools, the scurrying throng moved along under open umbrellas, and the chug-chug of overworked taxicabs pierced the damp air.  Donovan shivered.
Until then Donovan had fancied the girl a widow. There was an air of aloneness about her, a certain pathetic independence that had made him fancy she had nobody but herself to think about, then also the fact that she was employed downtown had led him to think so. Evidently, tho her husband might have his office in that section of the city, they did not work together, as he was not at home & she had come alone. He was conscious of being disappointed that she was not free & the feeling irritated him. He had no time for sentiment, nor need of women in his life. All his creature wants were taken care of by the little mother who adored every inch of his 6'3" of brawny sinew & muscle. Then, altho he would never admit it, Larry Donovan was diffident around women, almost bashful. He felt huge & awkward in the presence of a girl unless in his professional capacity & at those times he was brusque, almost rude in his manner, certainly doing nothing to encourage any tender feeling in their hearts.
"The murderer evidently came in through the window," ventured the doctor.  Donovan merely grunted.  As he turned back to the room he saw half hidden in the velour folds of an armchair the end of a gossamer bit of silk.  Picking it up, he saw it was a woman's scarf such as are used with evening gowns.  About it lingered the faint, illusive odor of an Oriental perfume that seemed vaguely familiar.  With a distinct shock he remembered where he had smelled that perfume before.  It had been worn by the red-haired girl, the wife of the murdered man.  For a moment he was conscious of an acute pain; then he argued quickly that other women in the city probably used the same perfume, that Mrs. McNally was downtown at the time of the murder unless—  He turned quickly to the physician.

"How long did you figure the man had been dead?"
"How long did you figure the man had been dead?"

"Several hours," was the reply.  The medical man was examining the contents of the bottle, sniffing at the wine dregs left in the overturned glass with interest.  "The body was stone-cold and rigid.  But he was placed in the dumbwaiter before life had entirely left his body—before mortis had set in to stiffen his joints."

Mrs. McNally was jealous, she had a grievance against her husband—the scarf—  Donovan thrust aside the thought angrily as though it were treachery to a new-born love.  He held the fragile bit of silk in his hand, crushing it like a cobweb between his thumb and first finger.  It was of peculiar pattern, a blending of all the orchid shades, the green predominating and shading into the delicate purple of the exotic plant.
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Look what’s printingggggg! If you’ve been waiting for book dragon ornaments your time is about to be nigh 👀📚🧶 #3Dprinting#romancelandia

An in-progress 3D print of a rainbow stack of books
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RSwritingrachel.bsky.social

#Wipsnips#Romancelandia Charming chocolates

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TMtjmichaels.bsky.social

OMG, I just spit tea everywhere! 🤣 *raises hand* Also a #Romancelandia Auntie here and we’re not going back to ‘turgid’ ANYTHING! Gah!

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Cpotato.software

The story continues ... "Man on Fire & the Woman from Venus" part 1: Potatosex from outer space chapter 4: Chess with Planets is now online. #womenwriters#40andfabulous#50andfabulous#romancelandia#rombks#author#blogger#truestory feuermannundvenusfrau.de/chess-with-p...

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RomancelandiaBy @allieiswriting.bsky.social
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