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Dates! An Anthology of Queer Historical Fiction (Volume 2)
Dates is an anthology of positive queer historical fiction, set throughout time and across the world. This is Volume 2!

Hey guys, time is winding down on our Kickstarter for Dates! An Anthology of Queer Historical Fiction (Volume 2). That means that this will probably be the last post that you see from me! Thanks so much to those of you who have helped spread the word so far, but it’s not over yet!

If you’ve been following our progress, you know we’ve been funded! We’ve still got time to push for those stretch goals, though, so for those of you who haven’t pitched in yet (and even those who have!!), listen up:

If you’ve been hesitant, you can support this book knowing that you’ll get a beautiful 218 page anthology. What’s more, every dollar from here on out is one dollar closer to their third stretch goal, a reprint of Dates 1.

I know that a lot of you have mentioned wanting this book. In one of my previous posts, I showed some samples from it. WELL GUESS WHAT?? HERE COMES SOME MORE EXAMPLES OF WHY WE WANT THIS BOOK REPRINTED!

(Rita Dmitrijenko)

(Pat Shand, Roberta Ingranata, Ryan Ferrier, Manuel Preitano)

(Isaac Parente)

(Lena Chandhok)

(Lime Robertson, Fawn Perkins)

 I mean??? You honestly can’t go wrong. Open to any page in the book and you’ll get a great story. 

If you want to see samples from Dates 2, @dates-anthology has tons of examples on their blog. I’m really proud of our story in this anthology (and amazingly honored to work with such talented people). I would love so much to share this with y’all!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.