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Monday, July 28, 2025

#Patreon - Exclusive for first 25 Members

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COMING SOON (waiting for the approval on the platform, so be watching to be first)
The first 5 souls through my gates will get more than anyone else—personal whispers, exclusive scenes, and a place marked in my shadows forever. Who’s ready to claim their spot?

Remember that first 20 also get what the first 25 do - So the first 5 get everything included at each level through the first 25 members.

First 5 Members:

Personalized voice message (whispered thank-you or 30-second spicy line from one of your characters).

Founding Member badge (name highlighted on a Patreon post and social shout-out).

Bonus raw scene (a spicy or intense excerpt that won’t be shared anywhere else).

Digital wallpaper pack with quotes and dark aesthetics.

Priority in first Q&A (their questions answered first).

First 10 Members:

Founding Member shout-out (Patreon + social).

Exclusive bonus snippet (unedited scene drop before anyone else).

Digital wallpaper pack.

First 20 Members:

Name added to Founding Members list on Patreon.

Exclusive early access post (sneak peek at next bonus chapter).

First 25 Members:

Access to a mini Patreon-only Q&A video (with questions sourced from the first 25).



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Join House of Sin #StreetTeam #HouseOfSin

Monday, July 28, 2025 0 Comments



Welcome to the House of Sin—a street team built for those who crave the shadows, the heat, and the stories that cut deep.

I’m searching for the most loyal, fierce, and unapologetically book-obsessed readers to join me. This is NOT a paid opportunity, but it’s your chance to:

Get exclusive behind-the-scenes access to my books.
Read early excerpts and teasers before anyone else.
Help me spread the word and create a storm around new releases.
Be part of a select, inner circle that fuels Mystee Ryann’s world.
If you’re ready to join the House of Sin, email majik.of.mystee@gmail.com with the subject “House of Sin.”

#HouseOfSin #MysteeRyann #DarkRomance #StreetTeam #BookTok #AuthorLife #RomanceBooks #DarkRomanceBooks #BookishCrew #RomanceAuthor #FeralReaders #BookCommunity #BookishTribe #TikTokBooks #fyp


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#AlphaReader Wanted! #BookCommunity

Monday, July 28, 2025 0 Comments


I’m opening applications for Alpha Readers to join my inner circle for Mystee Ryann Books. This is NOT a paid opportunity—it’s for passionate readers who want exclusive early access to my dark romance, paranormal, and thriller manuscripts before they’re published.

What you’ll do as an Alpha Reader:
Read early, unpolished drafts and share honest feedback.
Help shape the final book by pointing out what hits hard—and what needs sharpening.
Be part of a small, trusted team who gets a behind-the-scenes look at my writing process.

What I’m looking for:
A love of dark, edgy, and addictive stories.
Reliability—if you commit to reading, I need your feedback on time.
Respect for confidentiality (no spoilers, leaks, or sharing unpublished content).
If you want to dive into my worlds first and become part of my creative process, email me at majik.of.mystee@gmail.com with “Alpha Reader” in the subject line.




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Saturday, July 5, 2025

#alphareaders and #betareaderswanted - The Inheritance

Saturday, July 05, 2025 0 Comments




They didn’t burn the house. They buried it—and salted the earth.

A house in the Highlands.
A family reunion built on lies.
A sealed room that never should’ve been opened.
The Inheritance — a chilling horror novella about bloodlines, betrayal, and a legacy that won’t stay buried.

Email me: majik.of.mystee@gmail.com


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Sunday, June 29, 2025

#BetaReder #ARCREADER #AlphaReader #SignUp

Sunday, June 29, 2025 0 Comments


🖤 Calling the curious, the brave, and the beautifully unhinged
I’m building my inner circle of early readers: the beta/alpha squad who’ll dive headfirst into my rawest drafts—before edits, before polish, when the story still bleeds. You’ll be the first to uncover secrets, point out cracks in the mask, and whisper truths only a real reader would see.

Turnaround time for feedback usually runs 30–45 days, depending on the shadows we’re chasing.

I’m also assembling a permanent ARC team for finished copies closer to launch—so if you’re more into the thrill of the final reveal, you’re welcome there too.

If you’ve got a sharp eye, a love for layered chaos, and a taste for stories that don’t flinch… comment below or slip into my DMs. Let’s rewrite the darkness—together.




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Saturday, June 28, 2025

#Author & #Reader Events! Sign up Now - ALL GENRES WELCOME

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NEW - #authors and #readers -- Starting in August there will be a day of Authors hanging out with readers (IF I can get enough to sign up). Each author will be allowed up to 1 hour in this group to chat, play games, even do giveaways if they'd like.
ALL GENRES WELCOME!!!
#authors First day will be Saturday Aug 9 with available times for ALL events will always be from 9am to 5pm AZ time
Second Event will be Sept 13
Followed by Oct 11, Nov 15, and Dec 13.
The first event of 2026 will be Jan 10
SPACE IS LIMITED - SIGN UP ASAP
Email questions to: majik.of.mystee@gmail.com

Current Calendar (bookmark this post to see the calendar as it updates)






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#HouseOfThornsSeries - Series Info (& #TriggerWarning) #DarkRomance

Saturday, June 28, 2025 0 Comments


🖤 Series Blurb – HOUSE OF THORNS

There’s a place where pain tastes like pleasure, obedience is currency, and monsters don’t wait in the shadows—they open the door for you.

House of Thorns is an addictive, slow-burn dark romance series where bloodlines matter, dominance is earned, and no one is who they seem.

Kaela Kincaid walked away from chaos years ago. She built a life that made sense—steady, quiet, safe. But when a high-powered consulting job sends her to the cowboy town of Black Hallow, Montana, she walks straight into a secret world of blood, bondage, and brutal truth.

There, hidden beneath ranches and rodeos, lies House of Thorns—a BDSM club ruled by violence, power, and a man who’s entirely too young and entirely too dangerous.

Jace Draeger is 27. He’s tattooed, brutal, and doesn’t play by any rules but his own. And the moment Kaela walks through the door, he wants her.

But Jace isn’t just a dominant.
He isn’t just a club owner.

He’s a monster.
And he’s not the only one.

In this town, submission will break you.
Secrets will scar you.
And blood always remembers.


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I'm Back - #IndieAuthor NEWS & New Series #DarkRomance

Saturday, June 28, 2025 0 Comments


I don't even know where to begin. 2025 has been rough and full of so much loss and so many changes. I should be back for good this time as there's not much left to lose. 
I've wanted writing to work out so much, and with a very demanding job that takes 60+ hours a week, it's been difficult. I keep hoping that I'll catch that one big break (I mean, others have gotten it because their books were awful so.....)

I'm doing some rebranding and have a few books coming out by end of the year.

Hints:

I'm hoping everyone will stick around, share, comment, and more to give me the boost that my family so desperately needs right now.

There are opportunities (that I will be posting about soon) for a street team, beta readers, arc readers, regular reviewer, promo team, Halloween Bash, Christmas Bash, and so much more. 

If you don't already follow me, join me at the following (some already have some of the updated available): Twitter (X) - Facebook - LinkedIn - Instagram - TikTok

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Friday, December 27, 2024

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Wednesday, December 25, 2024

The Final Toll - Day 25 #25DaysOfChristmas

Wednesday, December 25, 2024 0 Comments

Day 25: The Final Toll

The dawn was creeping over the horizon, casting the faintest glow on the snow-covered clearing, but it brought no warmth, no comfort. The air was still cold, thick with the weight of everything that had happened. Megan sat on the edge of the clearing, staring down at the two bells—the first still intact, the second broken and scattered across the snow. The creature’s body lay motionless, its skeletal form half-buried beneath the blanket of snow. But even in death, the darkness around it felt alive, as if it were waiting to strike again.

Tom was beside her, his breath slow and steady as he leaned back against a tree, his face still pale but no longer marked by the curse. The dark veins that had once crawled across his skin had disappeared, and though he looked exhausted, there was a sense of peace in his expression—an understanding that they had survived.

But Megan couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to her like a shadow. The creature might be gone, but the bells—the source of the curse—still remained. And as long as they did, the nightmare wasn’t truly over.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the first bell, the cold metal biting into her skin. The bell felt heavier than it had before, as if it carried the weight of everything that had happened—every moment of terror, every close call, every brush with death. She turned it over in her hands, staring at the strange symbols etched into the surface, and her mind raced with questions.

How had the bells come to be? What power had created them, and what had bound the creature to them? And most importantly, could they truly be destroyed?

Tom stirred beside her, his voice soft and weak. "What are we going to do with them?"

Megan’s chest tightened as she looked at him, her mind spinning. "I don’t know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The creature’s gone, but the bells... they’re still here. The curse is still here."

Tom’s eyes flickered toward the bells, his expression filled with unease. "Do you think it’ll come back?"

Megan swallowed hard, her throat tight. "Maybe. I don’t know. But as long as the bells exist, I think there’s a chance it could."

Tom let out a shaky breath, his gaze drifting to the broken pieces of the second bell. "We destroyed one of them. Maybe we can destroy the other one too."

Megan stared at the first bell in her hands, her heart racing. They had shattered the second bell, but it hadn’t been easy. The curse had fought back, and the destruction of the bell had unleashed something powerful—something dangerous. She wasn’t sure what would happen if they destroyed the last bell, but she knew it wouldn’t be simple.

"I’m afraid of what’ll happen if we do," Megan said quietly, her voice trembling. "Destroying the second bell made things worse. What if destroying this one... makes it come back stronger?"

Tom’s face paled, and he looked down at his hands. "Then what do we do? We can’t just leave them here."

Megan’s heart ached as she looked out at the clearing, her breath fogging in the cold air. Leaving the bells intact felt like a death sentence—an invitation for the curse to return. But destroying them felt just as dangerous, if not more so. The curse had a way of clinging to them, wrapping itself around their lives like a suffocating blanket, and Megan couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter what they did, the bells would always find a way back.

But they had to try.

"We have to destroy it," Megan said finally, her voice trembling but firm. "We can’t let the curse survive. We have to finish this."

Tom’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence between them. The weight of their decision hung in the air, thick and suffocating, but there was no other choice. They had to end it.

Tom nodded slowly, his face pale but resolute. "Okay. Let’s do it."

Megan’s heart raced as she stood up, her hands trembling as she held the first bell tightly. The creature’s body was still lying in the snow, but even in death, it seemed to radiate darkness—a reminder of the power that had been bound to the bells for centuries.

She knelt in the snow beside the broken pieces of the second bell, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at the intact bell in her hands. The last time she had destroyed one of the bells, the ground had shaken, the wind had howled, and the creature had grown more powerful. But she had no choice. She had to try again.

Megan took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she raised the bell above her head. The cold metal gleamed faintly in the morning light, and for a moment, she hesitated.

"What if this makes it worse?" Megan asked, her voice trembling.

Tom stepped forward, his hand resting on her shoulder. "We don’t have a choice. We have to end it. Whatever happens... we’ll face it together."

Megan swallowed hard, her throat tight with fear. She nodded, her grip tightening on the bell as she steeled herself for what was to come. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she brought the bell down with all her strength.

The sound of metal striking metal rang out across the clearing, sharp and loud, and the bell shattered in her hands. The pieces scattered across the snow, glinting in the early morning light, and for a moment, everything was still.

Megan held her breath, her heart racing as she waited for the ground to tremble, for the wind to howl, for the darkness to surge forward and reclaim them.

But nothing happened.

The air was still, the forest quiet. The oppressive weight that had pressed down on them for so long seemed to lift, and for the first time since they had arrived at the cabin, Megan felt like she could breathe again.

She let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling as she dropped the broken pieces of the bell. The cold metal clattered against the snow, but the sound felt distant, as if the curse’s hold on them had finally loosened.

Tom exhaled, his shoulders sagging with relief as he knelt beside her. "Is it... is it over?"

Megan’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked around the clearing, her breath coming in slow, steady gasps. The creature was gone, the bells were shattered, and the darkness that had surrounded them for so long seemed to have receded.

But even as relief washed over her, a sense of unease lingered.

The curse had been ancient, powerful, and relentless. It had clung to them with a force that seemed unbreakable, and Megan couldn’t shake the feeling that they had only scratched the surface of its true power.

But for now, they had won.

Megan stood up slowly, her legs trembling as she stepped away from the broken pieces of the bells. The cold air bit at her skin, but for the first time in days, it didn’t feel oppressive. It felt... normal.

She turned to Tom, her heart heavy but hopeful. "I think it’s over."

Tom looked at her, his face pale but his eyes filled with relief. "We did it."

Megan nodded, but the unease in her chest wouldn’t fade. She glanced at the scattered pieces of the bells, her mind racing. They had destroyed the bells, but the curse had been so deeply rooted in their lives. Could it truly be gone?

The wind stirred around them, gentle and soft, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and snow. The shadows that had once loomed so large over the clearing had faded, and the oppressive darkness that had followed them for so long seemed to have disappeared.

But even as Megan and Tom stood together, their hands clasped, a faint sound echoed in the distance.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was soft, almost imperceptible, carried on the breeze like a distant memory.

Megan’s breath caught in her throat as her heart raced, the sound sending a chill through her entire body. She turned toward the forest, her eyes scanning the tree line, but there was nothing—no movement, no sign of the creature.

But the sound was there. Faint, but unmistakable.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Megan’s chest tightened as she looked at Tom, her voice trembling. "Did you hear that?"

Tom’s eyes widened, his face paling as the realization set in. "Yeah," he whispered. "I did."

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their eyes locked on the forest. The tap, tap, tap continued, growing fainter as the wind carried it away, until finally, it disappeared altogether, leaving only the stillness of the morning behind.

Megan’s heart pounded in her chest as she turned back to Tom, her voice barely a whisper. "What do we do now?"

Tom swallowed hard, his hand squeezing hers. "We keep moving. We don’t stop."

Megan nodded, her chest tight with fear and uncertainty. The creature was gone, the bells destroyed, but the curse’s shadow still loomed large over their lives. They had survived—this time—but Megan knew that the darkness would always be with them, lurking just beyond the edge of the light, waiting for its moment to return.

But for now, they were free.

And that was enough.




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