Unblock my life

rabbit passing out from tiredness


For the last two weeks, I’ve been preparing for my upcoming blog tour, pulling together thoughts, notes, journal entries, playlists and my worldbuilding inspo from the Chasing Sisyphus creative process.

It’s been an epic flurry of writing, admin and diving back into details I didn’t expect to have to think about again. I remembered my fears about writing that first fight scene, all the insecurities around the motel scene, and the first time I felt sad about doing something other than working on this story. That’s how I know my fictional world has become believable, by the way — the sense of actually wanting to be there.

Well, I’ve just sent off all of this material and can’t wait for you to read it. I’m going through Writer Marketing Services, run by veteran erotica/romance author Lucy Felthouse, and am just thrilled by the help and guidance she’s given me for my first big promo adventure.

What I’m really excited about, though, is getting back to normal life. I didn’t realise how much work I’d be doing for this. I wanted every guest post to be unique and offer some interesting insight into the book or the world. Cue regret about asking for a 10-day tour instead of an easier 5-day one 😬

Today, I’m rewarding myself with a delicious lunch (leftover pasta and chilli con carne), a guilt-free computer game session (Divinity 2!), and some quality time with family (my mother is making dinner).

The tour starts 4th December at Lily Harlem’s blog. More details to come.


A week in bullet points

I’m still reeling from the weekend just gone. It wasn’t strictly a “beach holiday”, because we hung out for an hour or so in a forest too. But some of the best moments were spent in fresh air with sand wedged in my toes and other crevices.

We got home on Sunday, and it’s been go go go since then. First, to some afternoon sporting commitments, then crashing on the couch. Then work on Monday, meetings, appointments, then pretty much everything in the world except sitting down to write and catch up on Twitter and other things like that.

But it’s now half six on a Wednesday and I’m ready to start my week 😬

In the rearview

  • My novel, Chasing Sisyphus, is now on Amazon. I’m very excited about this. I have a Kindle and as a former web designer, I’m so impressed with how easy it is to just get a book. That my novella (not just a hot short) is now part of this ecosystem gives me a warm fuzzy feeling 💖
  • Birdwatchers came out a few weeks ago and I haven’t looked at forest hikes the same way since 💋 It’s had some wonderful and encouraging reviews on Goodreads. Check it out?
  • I canned my serial novel. Totally canned it. It seems there wasn’t enough science fiction in the story to keep me interested. Now I’m drafting up a romance set in space, and the vibe’s got me.
  • Speaking of space, Erotica For All published my guest post on building the world for The Induction of Satine. Want to see?

What I’m working on

  • A new space romance (yet untitled). I expected to have it out by Christmas, but now that Divinity: Original Sin 2 is out, I may have to do a Burial. It is coming, though. It is.
  • A new novel called The Dragon’s Den. Details later, though I can say upfront that it’s not a fantasy novel. I have been thinking of dabbling in fantasy romance, but not for this one.
  • A metric fuckton of guest posts for my blog tour.

Coming up

  • Stay tuned — a new free read is coming up this Friday, right here on this blog.
  • Next month’s newsletter will include exclusive subscriber access to a WIP scene from my new, yet untitled, space romance.
  • Blog tour for Chasing Sisyphus starts December. Details coming soon.

That’s it for today. Time to go play some games get some work done I don’t even know anymore.

New Book: Chasing Sisyphus

Book cover for Chasing Sisyphus by JL Peridot

Yay! My first novel, Chasing Sisyphus has arrived. It’s available now on Bookstrand, and coming soon to other good ebook retailers.

Here’s a steamy little preview:

Detective Carver stepped toward her. He held out a cup and motioned for her to take it. She tucked a finger in the handle and clutched it in both hands. A dark crack streaked the rim like a wrinkle in a knuckle. Meanwhile, her own knuckles were pale.

“I guess I should thank you”—he smiled—“you know, for saving my life.”

“Don’t mention it,” she whispered, vision clearing as she sucked in a breath of fresh motel air.

The detective’s shirt hung, still wet, on the back of a chair. The contours of his chest and abdomen showed through his dark undershirt, accentuated by the sheen of composite fabric under lamplight. A shallow dimple creased the edge of his smile.



They’d come so close to not making it. But he’d cuffed her round the front. He was the sort of cop who’d do a thing like that. And the few seconds it bought made all the difference.

That’s why she went back.

He stood in front of her and knocked back his shot, the muscles in his wrist and arm flexing and twisting with the motion.

“Hey”—he looked at her—“something the matter?”

Heart racing, she downed her drink without a word and reached for him. She pulled his face to hers. His skin was warm. His breath was warm. Beneath the smell of liquor and earthy river water lurked the aroma of another person. A breathing person who caught her as she fell into him, as she kissed him, fumbling for something to hold onto.

The detective let go of his cup. It landed next to hers on the carpet. She kicked them both away. Her lips recognised him, recognised the sensation of life breathing between them both. Only this time, he was alive, too, hot and moving. His arms gripped her, holding her as she pushed her body toward him, against the growing need under his clothes. She was a buoy, slammed into him by waves in a storm. He clung to her, seizing fistfuls of her hair.

“What are we doing?” he gasped.

“We almost died tonight.”

She kissed him again, seeking his tongue where their lips met. Her nimble fingers worked the clasp of his belt. When it was undone, she peeled his undershirt from his muscular torso. His skin was cold beneath her touch, or were her hands hot from the shower? She looked at him. Right in the eye. She guided his hands up her waist and watched him intently.

“Fuck that, right?”

“Yeah”—he nodded—“fuck that.”

Get Chasing Sisyphus now on Bookstrand.

Chasing Sisyphus book cover

Rest, relaxation and rthings coming

8pm moon rise over the water and town lights

My partner and I hit the road last week. Originally, I’d planned on having a sort-of writing retreat, but as we packed up to go, I realised what I was most looking forward to was just getting the fuck away from everything normal. I’ve been literally (literarily?) working out a lot this year and needed some recovery and nutrition.

We’re home now and I actually feel motivated to clean the house. A little. 🙂 Writing and reading and Netflix will be my little rewards once I’m done with the dishes and today’s fitness stuff. Guess I best smash out this post and get back to it.

In the rearview

  • I wrote very little. Pretty much nothing, in fact. Even in the days before we left, I decided/accepted this week would be for sorting bits of my life outside of writing. There’s still more to do, and I hope I go into next week with a more balanced approach.
  • The holiday was fabulous! We ate, we drank, we played games and did touristy things around Western Australia’s jolly Margaret River Region. If you’re ever in the area, I highly recommend The Pour House (a pub in Dunsborough), Margaret River Venison (try the roo biltong), the Whale Lookout Walk at Cape Naturaliste (Sep-Nov), and Corrynne’s Soap Factory in Dunsborough.
  • The serial novel — after three chapters, I still like the story, but the setting bores me to tears. Back to the drawing board!
  • You and I got the loveliest review the other day. I feel ever so encouraged and hope my future work lives up to those wonderful comments from Evie.

What I’m working on

  • Another steamy short story. Here’s a sneak peek:

  • My next novel (novella). More on that soon.

Coming up

  • Chasing Sisyphus drops on Tuesday! Preorders open on Bookstrand.com. The book should be available on Amazon by late October.
  • The Induction of Satine comes to Amazon and Smashwords in less than 2 months, but newsletter subscribers get it free and now until Nov 30.
  • My first blog tour starts in December. I’ll have more details on that soon.

That’s it for now. Back to exercise and housework. #realwriterlife