January 2026

Dear Reader -- Ah, the New Year -- new possibilities, a fresh start -- and lots of brand new books, including some free gleefully NSFW shorts, one of them mine.

No wonder I'm feeling a sense of hope and anticipation, especially given that 2025 was… trying. Now I'm even entertaining the possibility I can drop the ten pounds that crept up on me from too much chai and holiday goodies.

Plus, I'm brainstorming my next book. I'm leaning toward writing something funny involving a fairy goddess and a very sexy werewolf. I don't know about you, but I could use a laugh.

Any thoughts? Email me at jwoodcock2002@gmail.com.

If you're looking for something to read right damn now, I have some books on sale, plus some suggestions about new authors to try.

MOOR SMEX

For those in the mood for fangs (hold the fur) I've got you covered with a Fated Mates story on sale for $3.19. This is a re-release of one of my older e-books, despite the new cover. I create the covers of all my Changeling Press books -- and no, they aren't AI; Changeling regards AI with loathing. (For one thing, I recently found out 28 of my books were pirated by Anthropic and used to train their AI. And yes, there was a class action lawsuit, and yes, we won.)

Note that this isn't set in the Magverse -- it's a one-shot world.

Can two Rangers find love when they’re haunted by invisible monsters -- inside and out?

Earth civilians are obsessed with selfies and social media, but my life revolves around alien starships, superhuman strength, and A.I. implants. Too bad none of it helped when I was captured and tortured. Now I crave revenge, but as a genetically engineered Ranger, I must obey Mothership’s rules: protect humanity. Never kill.

When another alien ship sends monsters to invade Earth, Mothership’s Rangers must stop them. My new Ranger teammate is everything I shouldn’t crave: handsome, skilled, and haunted by his own dark past. He helped rescue me from torture, but it cost him his entire team. Now I’m the mess he’s got to clean up.

Battling invisible monsters may be the death of us, but our mutual attraction is undeniable. Can we stop an alien invasion despite our dangerous chemistry?

Excerpt:

He looked down at me, and the grin slowly faded as his eyes went hot. Then, taking his time, Ian bent his head, his eyes watchful as if checking my reaction.

My inner virgin wanted to step away, but the rest of me slapped her silly. I’d been aching to taste that mouth for weeks.

His lips covered mine, raw silk and hot velvet. With a low, very male croon, he brushed his mouth back and forth over mine. I opened for him, sliding my tongue deep. He caught it and suckled in sweet, gentle pulls, and I groaned, sinking against him. God, it felt good. He gathered me in, his grip gentle, careful. For one of the few times in my life, I felt small, intensely female in those muscled arms. For all the D/s play Etienne and I had done, we hadn’t done a lot of kissing. And even then, it hadn’t affected me like this.

At last, Ian drew back, his hands sliding down my arms until he could take one of mine in his. “Come on,” Ian said, pivoting toward the door and towing me behind him. “I feel the need to play.”