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When her thieving rival steals the ancient relic of a vampire she’s been accidentally blood-bound to, carriage thief Meryn is forced to help him retrieve it, otherwise they’ll both succumb to death.

With her blood as ransom, the two embark on a perilous journey across the continent, as their mutual distrust of each other leads to dark bargains and covetous schemes. While Meryn tries to resist the frightening call of their newly-forged bond, the mysterious vampire strikes a deal to reward her with any pleasure she craves. But once their tentative agreement blossoms into desire, and their annoyance into affection, the cost might be far greater than anything Meryn is prepared to pay. 

The vampire lore of DRACULA meets the relationship dynamics and aesthetic of PRIDE AND PREJUDICE with the spicy carriage scenes of BRIDGERTON in this regency-inspired romantic fantasy. A RANSOM IN BLOOD is the first book of the BLOOD & DESIRE duology, a forced proximity, annoyance-to-lovers romantasy with a morally gray heroine. 

On October 29th in the year of the Lord 2024, a new novel will grace the world. Who the Fuck is Rocky Phantasmic?! has finished gestating, and the world’s book womb is ready to birth this bastard child of horror and comedy. The title may be a grammatical nightmare while promoting and talking about the book, but you’re in for the ride of the year as an ensemble of unlikely characters shoot for the MacGuffin to end all Macguffins.

But who the fuck is in this book?

Meet Dave, a queer indie writer who is definitely not a self-insert from the author no matter what anyone says. What does he know about mobsters and demons and undead mobsters in cahoots with demons? Even with his overactive imagination, he’s not ready for what’s coming.

Dave’s would-be partner in crime should’ve been canceled comedian Cliff Quinten, but they seemed to have gotten their wires crossed. Cliff’s on a mission of his own to save his floundering career, but he’s waylaid by his own personal horror movie playing out as he attempts to make his big comeback tour—only don’t call it a fucking comeback tour.

Dave’s polyamorous wife Heather is involved in all this nonsense too, though not by choice. All she wanted was to get laid and get home to her husband and daughter, but Heather’s plans are dashed by a priest who’s hunting her husband. Now she finds herself at the end of a chain, waiting for her opportunity to spring into actual and save her husband.

Father Stephen is the broken priest, a man with a demon in his head. He sees beyond the veil. Demons encircle his entire being, and the only way to stop them and save the world is to kill Dave before the one Father Stephen calls The Enemy can get him.

He’s not the only one after Dave. The Undead Boss has sent a pair of his cronies after him to make good on a deal he’s made with a demon called He Who Walks Above. With the help of a supervillain from the old country, they’re willing to get their hands dirty to get them on Dave. Do demons and low-level mob operations coexist? What kind of evil synergy is this?!

Through all this is a question on everyone’s lips: Who the Fuck is Rocky Phantasmic?!

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Who the Fuck is Rocky Phantasmic?! drops hard on Tuesday 10/29, and will be available in paperback and ebook through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo Plus, Smashwords, Apple Books, or wherever you can find good books. It’s now available for preorders.

Trash Tuesday is fast approaching. I’m not talking about a change in your garbage pickup schedule. Humans Are Trash drops this coming Tuesday! It will be my fifteenth self-published book (Holy shit!) and the second with the word “trash” in its title.

At this point you may be asking yourself, “Why does Dan write so much trash?” Well, since you asked, I write trash so you’ll be forced to deal with my trash.

My first foray into the world of trash was The Adventures of Trash Rat that featured a rat who lived in a world of trash (in case you couldn’t gather that from the title). The whole thing took place in a fantasy world created in a garbage dump and features a quest of immense magnitude when seen from the characters’ smaller point of view. Does the fictional dump world of Raminath reflect any real world trashiness, or is it its own place in time? Perhaps it’s a little of both.

Coming soon from Daniel Aegan: Humans Are Trash

What about this newest trashy book? It may not be as subtle as a rat and his raccoon pal traversing a land of garbage and magic, dodging fascist religious acolytes, hauling ass from a demented father figure trying to kill them, and pursuing hope in a world that’s all but abandoned it. No, Humans Are Trash gets right in the face of wealth celebrity culture (if that is a real thing) and takes a piss all over the human condition from a galactic perspective. Or maybe it doesn’t… I’ll let the reader take away what they will. Hell, even if it’s not as deep as I’m making it sound, you’re sure to get a decent laugh or three out of it.

I didn’t set out to be a trashy writer, but it was bound to happen. All writers leave mental skid marks all over their pages. A story it’s a jumble of letters, words, sentences, and paragraphs. It’s a piece of your minds and souls (for those of us who have them). Trashy or refined, it’s never just a story. So… Am I trash? No, I’m a man(ish). In fairness to my trashiness, doing my proofreading, I was inspired to expand the Tradhverse with my next WIP Clone Factory Beta, which focuses on a crybaby-ass billionaire who buys a clone lab to get a copy of his ex wife after she dumps his sorry ass. You can probably guess who that particular character is based on. Don’t worry! The story focuses on the first five clones the lab produces and isn’t fully about the billionaire scumbag and the mad scientist running the cloning lab. What I’m saying here is: trash begets trash.

I fear I’ve said touch about a book I haven’t yet written and won’t drop until 2027ish…

Getting back on the galactic track, you may have expected a preview of Humans Are Trash here or at least a blurb with some behind-the-scenes features. I can tell you the story was inspired by the billionaire space race, and the characters are (mostly) based on actual celebrities and wealthy elitists. My mind went to that trashy place where stories are born and wondered, “What would happen if a handful of rich assholes actually found themselves lost in space?” The short answer is is, “They’d die,” but with secret wormholes, multiple alien species with disdain for humans, and massive space stations, there’s a chance, albeit slim, that they’d find a way to survive at least for a little while. I also figured they’d bring their egomaniacal attitudes through the galactic community and confirm what the rest of the universe already feels about Earth and its denizens: humans are trash. At the end of the day, isn’t making your species out to be the shitheads to end all shitheads what storytelling is all about?

The wait is almost over. Humans Are Trash will be here on Trash Tuesday, and you can preorder it now pretty much anywhere. It’s a fun-as-hell sci-fi comedy that doesn’t pull its punches. You may wind up agreeing with the title, but you won’t be sending this book to the rot in the dump!

Preorder now on Amazon!

-Daniel Aegan – 4/23/24

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Humans Are Trash is the first of three books by Daniel Aegan panned to drop this year! My Good Friend Dr. Debaucherous, a villainpunk tale of a young man and his supervillain mentor, is coming this summer. And in the fall, a cosmic horror comedy called Who the Fuck is Rocky Phantasmic?! will debut. Stay tuned to the Aegan Multiverse!

Who is The Fool? In the realm of the tarot, they’re a figure taking part in a brand new journey of adventure and discovery. They’ve got their bindle, a little canine companionship, and a shitload of unabashed optimism. The path they plan on traveling is fraught with hazards and oddities that will be new and somewhat terrifying, but they figure a combination of their wiles and dumb luck will be enough to traverse this weird landscape. The Major Arcana of the Tarot tells The Fool’s journey through the places he goes and the entities he meets. Such figures as The Magician, The Hanged Man, and The Devil to name just a few show up during their adventure.

But We’re not here to discuss The Fool’s journey as laid out by the tarot cards and my interpretation of it. Tarot is not only about the story told by the cards but the one told by the reader. The cards have their meanings, and you can find them in any of the hundreds or thousands of tarot books on the market. What matters most, in contrast, is how the one reading the cards interprets the cards’ meanings for that particular spread.

To paraphrase myself: I wasn’t going to write a blog topic about the tarot. This piece should have gone out weeks ago as it coincided with some other nonsense I was plastering on the internet about The Fool for April Fool’s Day, which happens on the first of April every year. Due to a heavy writing load, my impending vacation last week, and other impromptu factors, I’m writing and dropping this piece two entire weeks late! So thanks for your patience if you happened to be waiting for this one.

Getting back on task, The Fool isn’t just a figure from Card Zero of The Major Arcana of The Tarot for me. They’re the archetype of what a main character should be. An air of naivety swarms around their head along with a happy-go-lucky sense of “everything will turn out OK”. This isn’t to say The Fool is stupid. They may be foolish, which comes with the territory, but this isn’t about their intellect. Every story has moments where the main character, or characters in an ensemble piece, meander through their given tasks while reaching for their ultimate goal. They make mistakes, fuck up their own story, and generally have a bad time going about it. Unless you’re writing an extremely boring and infallible character, they’re going to make mistakes and have to change their plans on the fly. A good Fool rolls with the problems that arise, learning how to deal with them. If possible, they’ll do whatever they can to make a faulty turn work for them as they inch their way toward their climax, fulfilling the prophecy their writers have laid out for them.

Ignorance is another word that could describe our Fools. I’m not laying it out there as an insult or a bad thing. Neo at the start of the first Matrix movie is a genius hacker, but he is also ignorant of the world outside of the simulation. We can say the same thing about Frodo in Lord of the Rings. He was an astute hobbit who was ignorant of the wider world of Middle Earth outside of The Shire and the dangers it presented.

So where does that leave us? If you’re a writer, then you undoubtedly have written a Fool’s Journey or two of your own. You might not have even realized you’ve been doing it all along! The Fool resides inside all of us. We’ve all been naïve or ignorant in our lives, and we’ve embarked on journeys that send us into the unknown. It could be the first day at a new job, heading out on a blind date, or even leaving for vacation to somewhere you’ve never been. We are all fools at some point in our lives, and I’m sure there is a fool or two reading this right now. The inspiration for the start of your story already exists!

I feel like I’ve gone off on quite a few tangents, making this blog piece a Fool’s Journey inception. I don’t even remember where I wanted to go with this. Perhaps I relied too heavily on dumb luck to get me through it. Either way, I hope you got something out of this short piece, even if it was an unmitigated mess. Wherever your Fool’s Journey takes you, I hope it leads somewhere prosperous!

Daniel Aegan—4/17/25

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A short time in our future in a galaxy close to our own…

HUMANS ARE TRASH

The new sci-fi comedy from Daniel Aegan is blasting off this April. Join six of Earth’s worst humans as they attempt to navigate their way home after losing their way in outer space when their luxury shuttle cruise gets sucked through an unknown wormhole. Gasp in horror as they attempt to find help among alien races who know all too well that humanity itself could be a scourge that tears the universe asunder. Cling to the page as our would-be space explorers make things worse for their home planet while trying to return to it. Laugh as they meander their way through the stars in a seemingly vain attempt to right that which they’ve wronged.

But who is trapped on the Piranha X spacecraft floating through space? A-list actor and Hollywood elite Russell Cane thinks he could be the leader everyone needs since he’s played space captains in various movies. Pop star Carole Dahl refuses to take anyone’s shit or assistance. Billionaire tech mogul Elton Bowers is worried about himself along with the bottom line. White rapper Nilla Shake doesn’t really know what’s going on. Social media influencer Jamie Jadis only wants the perfect place to take an intergalactic selfie that will make her viral among the stars. Young Reagan Eaton, the son of a United States Senator, is more concerned about those around him and their supposed leftist ties than their situation. Rounding out the space crew is Eden Seventeen, a sex-bot turned navigator for Piranha X’s crew of Earth’s greatest collection of assholes.

They’ll soon find out the universe is full of casinos, chop shops, fascist space lizards, helpful squid monsters, huge and hungry insectile races, religious nut jobs, and an intergalactic police force hellbent on keeping the known universe’s status quo at any cost. And they think a handful of lost humans are the problem?!

Humans Are Trash is Daniel Aegan’s fifteenth book and follows other sci-fi comedies such as the epic I’m in Sci-Fi Hell and last year’s multiverse-bending In Search of Channel Void. You don’t want to miss this galactic voyage into the unknown. Join the crew of the Piranha X this coming April and find out for yourself why the universe believes that humans are trash.

I’m going to do something different for this week’s post instead of dropping some unsolicited writing advice, updating you on my various projects, or dropping words of wisdom. Well, I may be doing that last part a bit in the text, so bear with me. I’m going to forgo my usual jokes and ads because I feel this message is too important to be bogged down with my regularly programmed bullshit.

As a disclaimer, I wrote this from a place of love. Yes, there is some annoyance in there as well with some of the response I saw from recent events, even when well-intentioned. I bit my tongue dozens of times, but I feel as if I have to say something before stepping aside once more for the sake of our people in trouble. This should all make sense by the end of this posting.

There are things I’m not qualified to say, and I want to share this with my fellow cisgender people in the queer community and beyond. We’ve all seen the news over the last few weeks and the discourse around it regarding the horrible shit happening to our trans siblings in our various communities. If you value their voices and identities, please just shut up.

I’m not saying we shouldn’t care. We absolutely should and most of us do. With the tragic and unnecessary death of Nex Benedict and the pile of news about trans rights being taken away on both a state and federal level without any support or insight from the Oval Office, things for trans folks aren’t looking great. The last thing they need is cis people summing up their troubles for them and offering their takes on what’s been happening.

We all mean well and care, but there are things, in my opinion, we shouldn’t be doing, and I say this with the utmost respect for all of us looking after those being targeted by hate. That being said, please consider the following steps:

Don’t insert yourself into the discourse. Don’t make this all about you chasing social media clout. Have and show unwavering support and empathy toward your trans friends and acquaintances, but do so with a respectful quietness. Share posts and stories from trans folks instead of creating your own narrative unless it affects you directly. Listen to them. As someone who is cisgender, you can’t fully understand how it feels to be targeted by what I can only call a cold genocide. Just because we care doesn’t mean we don’t have a privilege when it comes to our existence in the eyes of society, harsh as that may sound.

Before I end this, I want to reiterate that we should be listening to our trans and nonbinary counterparts. They were right about everything all along, and we should be supporting them as best we can when things get darker. That means stepping aside and shutting your mouth so their voices can be heard. When we push ourselves into their narrative, they tend to get lost in the shuffle.

So offer your support and condolences when necessary and be angry for the shit they’re facing. Empathize as best we can for their plight, and hug the trans people in your life extra hard. But when it comes to adding to the discourse, leave it to them.

-Daniel Aegan 2/28/24

I wanted to do my weekly blog post about fighting against your muse, but I think I’ll save that for next week since I forgot to write it ahead of time. It’s been a long week, and it’s only Wednesday morning. It’s had its ups and downs like every week, but I’m still here to persevere. Because in the end, what other choice do I have?

The title of this piece gives away my current feelings this morning, but it won’t be the focus of what I want to say (isn’t that usually how these things go). Hell, I’m not even sure what point I’m attempting to make. Maybe I need to get some stuff off my chest and into the ether. Maybe the world needs to see my agitation for what it is and then explain it to me so I may know myself.

And that’s the crux of how things are, isn’t it? You head out into the world with your ideas stuffed inside you bindle looking for the train to get you somewhere, anywhere. What the world spits back at you, however, is some contrite definition of what it assumes you meant. Worse, it reiterates your existential issues and redirects the wording to make it your fault.

I was shown this quote by Evangelical pastor Charles Swindoll this morning:

I was shown this quote in a passive aggressive manor to let me know a negative attitude will get you nowhere. It was followed by an added message that we need to keep our attitudes positive toward the shit they’re attempting to feed us. Here’s a shorter and more apt quote: “You’re going to eat this pile of literal shit, and you don’t like it because your attitude about it sucks.”

Oh, let me add one more quote: “Fuck Charles Swindoll!”

Maybe that’s not fair. I don’t know this person from Adam, but the whole “evangelical” thing is a huge red flag. So is that asinine quote that nuzzles against fascist thinking. I don’t have to even google his name to know he’s probably a Trump supporter. But maybe it’s my negative fuckin attitude toward the evangelical church and their support of fascists that’s the problem, not the problem itself.

Maybe this is just language Swindoll uses to soften the smooth brains of his flock so he could stuff them full of his personal ideologies. After all, the only difference between a religion and a cult is the tax breaks. Then again, I still don’t know this guy aside from this one quote, and that opinion of him that’s embedded into my mind is marred since his words were weaponized against me in the most banal sense of this arduous and wordy metaphor. Then again, my instincts about these things are usually dead-on.

But let’s move away from this. I feel like I’ve spent too much time and have give too much headspace to this douchey quote and the man who had the balls to speak it.

Do you think that when Charles Swindoll thinks about his balls they have little halos floating over them like a cartoon angel?

OK, now I’m done with this topic, I promise.

Moving backward, I want to talk a little bit about the death of satire and irony. Their bodies weren’t even cold when the AI clowns started pulling the valuables off the corpses. I could quote the latest discourse coming from the AI supporters, but there will likely be a new one dropping by the time I finish this paragraph.

AI isn’t anything special. It’s not even artificial intelligence. It’s a superpowered Google imitator that does nothing more than pull from a database of sources that sucks up immense amounts of power to stay online. Then again, this isn’t news. A lot of people outside the writing sphere don’t realize there isn’t any actual intellect behind it, but they’re too busy asking their AI bot apps how to hit on women.

And before you call me out: yes, I’m generalizing AI supports as incel tech bros who spent way too much of their parents’ money on picture of monkeys.

The thing that kills me most about this is the amount of flaming hoops these ding dongs have to jump through to justify using it for art and writing. They’ll argue all day that the artistry (HA!) comes from building the prompt that gets the AI creating the best story or illustration. They take credit for what the program creates and brag that it was their PROMPT, meaning they still full credit for what the program put together pulling from a myriad of sources without any permissions or agreements. The worst part about all this is how much the mainstream is eating it up!

AI as it stands now is nothing special, and I fail to see the merit in putting out a story you promoted a supercomputer to write for you. I guess it’s that corporate shill attitude shown by moguls like Elon Musk who made his fortune off shit he didn’t create himself. Sure, he may have been good at some point choosing which technologies to support and getting the right engineers and technicians on the job, but he didn’t create or design Teslas, he didn’t invent Twitter, and he bought his way to the top of his fields with (you guessed it!) inherited wealth. It’s no wonder the mini-musks running all over the place want to create without actually creating. Look at their damn idol!

Let me tie this all together before my head melts like I looked at The Ark of the Covenant without safety goggles. Contrary to the argument from AI bros, it takes ZERO skill to feed a prompt to a program to get an image or a story. It’s a basic outline—scratch that. It’s a list, more or less, of what you want to see when it’s completed. It takes skill to craft a story, paint a picture, or do anything AI claims it can do. Ordering an inflectionless pile of words isn’t crafting anything. It’s like using a turd as clay to make a model of a different-looking turd.

It also takes ZERO skill to send out a passive aggressive quote to tell people to get in line with your nonsense and pass it off as managing. You can’t inspire people to get on board, so you tell them the low morale is their fault for lowering it themselves. You’re not inspiring people to follow your lead. You’re telling them to get in line and be happy they’re allowed to follow. Shit, I get a job’s a job and all that, but have a little respect for your people even if you don’t respect yourself.

But this is all the trend we’re navigating as the future takes shape around us despite our warnings. Don’t like the president supporting genocide? Oh well, it’s your fault for not supporting him to the fullest extent you are able to. Upset that another mass shooting has torn families apart? Too bad, you should be grateful we have the freedoms to have guns. I can go on, but this is depressing. I hate to keep playing the fascism card, but if the clown shoe fits, you have to wear it.

Also, Trump Sneakers are literal clown shoes.

That’s it. I’m spent. Keep on truckin’ or whatever.

-Daniel Aegan 2/21/24

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Want some books not written by fascist robots? Then you want to check out The Aegan Multiverse. It’s full of villainous goodies, compelling bastards, and all-you-can-eat drama. And it’s all written by a verifiable human being!

Odd: adjective. Different from what is usual or expected; strange.

Romance: noun. A feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.

Odd Romance: phrase. Undefined.

For Valentine’s Day this year, I figured I would do something different: acknowledge it. I don’t celebrate this, nor do I condone its continued existence. Maybe I’d feel otherwise if it weren’t so damn commercialized. This may seem a little out of left field for some of you reading this, but you can have feelings of love and/or admiration for someone without buying them overpriced flowers, chocolates, and stuffed animals every February fourteenth. We can stop here and talk about showing your feelings all year round instead of just one day—two if you have an anniversary to celebrate. But that’s a blog for someone else entirely—maybe your priest.

This blog, as you guessed by the title, is about the importance of having some odd romance in your story plots. I’m not talking about that gross stuff in the Fifty Shades series, but I’m not looking down my nose at you if that happens to be your thing. I’m also not claiming queer or polyamorous stories are “odd” in a bad way, which is why I started this piece with that particular definition. Odd isn’t bad, it’s just different.

I’m not going to start a long, ranting paragraph about the importance of queer romance in stories. You should know how important this is by now, and I’m not going to repeat what’s been said by people better at saying it. What I will do, however, is reiterate how it’s more important than ever to put out stories featuring romance between queer and trans characters. The mainstream wants those voices stifled and—dare I say it?—canceled. These stories are being banned from libraries, burned in effigies, or straight-up touted as evil.

So keep writing those queer stories! The world needs them, and I’ll support and keep reading them until my eyes melt out of my skull. Then I’ll listen to them on audiobooks until my ears implode. Also, yes, I assume all my worldly pleasures will be destroyed by this apocalyptic scenario where my body is slowly and completely obliterated.

Getting back on track, I wanted to do this piece for those of us writing outside the norm of romances. I’m talking about the monster-fuckers, the polycules with two centaurs and a mermaid, and the pansexual werewolves who inexplicably fall for the twinkish vampire. Those are the odd romances we need to see more often! Yes, it may come off as a little odd that I’m looking for these types of stories, but it’s all an allegory, isn’t it? Wait… Isn’t it?!

Let’s back up a bit here. Before getting into all that with your current WIP, you should take a step back and calibrate your mind to relationships out of the ordinary scope of what’s considered “normal”. There are tons of us out there who don’t fall into the “boy meets girl” or the “meet cute” scenario in our real lives. So why would we write something like that? It’s not like our target audience is Hallmark Channel junkies in heat. I mean, they might be who you’re targeting, and there’s nothing wrong with that. For the rest of us, we need to focus our energies on relationships outside that norm.

Media likes to portray queer and polyamorous relationships as something taboo or perverted. Yes, they’ve gotten better, somewhat, but they’re not quite there. Queer relationships have been cropping up more and more with the advent of streaming series and movies. The representation can still feel a little cringy depending on how it’s written and who’s doing the writing, but it’s been getting better. It’s refreshing to see two guys in a relationship on prime-time television without it being a joke or making them out to be degenerates. Sure, that’s still out there in newer media—more than I’d like to admit—but we’re getting there. Bisexuality in men still hasn’t been wholly accepted by the media at large, and neither has non-binary characters, but shows like Big Mouth, What We Do in the Shadows, and others are blazing that trail.

Let me make a side note here. This is all from my perspective. I don’t have time to watch a lot of shows, let alone everything available. There is a lot I’ve missed and a lot I don’t know exists. You can disagree with me on what I said in the last paragraph, and I welcome the discourse however you want to give it to me. My opinion on that matter, however, is that if I have to dig deep to find it, it’s still not being presented well enough.

One of the things I want to see more of is ethical non-monogamy (which I’ll continue to call ‘polyamory’ to save space and time) in media. Most of the time when you see someone in an open relationship or acting as a “swinger”, they’re often portrayed as perverts or sex pests. Those of you who got this far into my piece or have read my books already know that not all of us who consider ourselves poly are perverts or fiends. I work a regular job and keep normal acquaintances. I don’t go advertising my shit for all of them to judge, nor do I feel the need to rub what I do in any of their faces. As much as it is a part of who I am, it’s not for everyone, and I plan on keeping it that way.

Alright, I realize I went off on multiple discourses there, so let’s get back on topic. Romance comes in all shapes and sizes. We all know this. Whether you’re in a straight marriage, a polycule of five people, have nothing but friends with benefits, participate in a coven of lesbian witches to practice sex magick, or any combination of scenarios, you and your lovers are a hundred percent valid. And THOSE are the types of romances I want to see on the page! It’s your story, and there are no rules when it comes to plotting the romance of your main story or subplot. I’m not even going to count how many books I’ve written now (twenty-one counting short story collections with thirteen of those books self-published). I’ve been sprinkling odd relationships all over them. It seems the deeper I get into this writing thing, the odder they get, too.

Later this year I’ll be publishing a book called Who the Fuck is Rocky Phantasmic?! which features a queer man in an open marriage to a straight woman (it happens). It’s an interesting dynamic for the story, and it makes the characters pop. It also shows the ins and outs of making a love of that caliber work. That’s just one example and the tip of the iceberg. I won’t list every odd relationship I’ve ever written here. If you want to read more, you’ll have to check out my catalog and dig for those gems.

So let your freak flag fly free! Don’t let anyone tell you what you can and can’t write. I want to see more odd romances in books, shows, and movies. The more we write about what we want, the more normal it becomes. There’s no room for stigma anymore. It’s unnecessary, so throw it all away. If anyone is offended by it, that’s their problem. Those teacup poodles didn’t have to read it in the first place if they’re so easily offended by something as natural as a woman dating two non-binary people at once or a mad scientist inventing a time machine for the sole purpose of having gay caveman orgies. Put it in your story, and make it a normal part of that character’s life. Why? Shit, because it should be!

-Daniel Aegan 2/14/24

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Looking for a Valentines Day read with a vampire branch, a queer priest battling danger and his celibacy, a werewolf with e penchant for pissing everyone off, and Soprano wannabe brothers trying to save a day not theirs to save?

If you attempted to answer that question, make sure to check out The Blood Drive Thrillogy!

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