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FROST AND VENOM
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Snowbound secrets, shifter wars, family lies, and epic battles — September delivers it all.

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Some promises cost you the one you love.

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The Temple of Kronos wants her dead. The Stoneslayer wants her destroyed. Neither will have her.

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A poisoned cousin, a five-year-old's life, and a family with too many secrets.

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Betrayal runs in her blood. Justice runs in his. Together, they burn it all down.

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"ANOTHER WINNER!"
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Bestselling Cleo Coyle

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Running from her past, she finds a killer, a protector, and her faith.

Until We Met Again by J.L. Peridot

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Also by J.L. Peridot:

Until We Met Again, November 2025
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Yet We Sleep, We Dream, October 2023
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It Starts With A Kiss, September 2019
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UNTIL WE MET AGAIN
By: J.L. Peridot

Muscoca Media
November 2025
On Sale: October 28, 2025
ISBN: B0FH5LR81V
EAN: 2940181669413
Kindle: B0FH5LR81V
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Science Fiction Alternate History | Science Fiction Romance

A time traveller absconds to the past in search of her lost love.

One word: my name. A call from Origin through the neural lace grafted to my brain and nerves, connecting me to another place in another time. A reminder of what I'm here to do.

I clutch a bottle cap; its sharp metal edges ground me in the present. It's funny, don't you think, to consider this moment the present, as if the past and future I came from aren't supposed to exist? If you were here, I'd ask. You'd smile and kiss my forehead and say you love my nonsense questions.

But you're not here. They want me to forget you ever were.

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