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Suleikha Snyder
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She/her. Erstwhile entertainment reporter (as Mala B.). Ribald romance writer (also writing as Kali Decker). Reviewer at Booklist. Occasionally serious person. https://linktr.ee/suleikhasnyder
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This week's #FridayFling, for the prompt "smash," is from She's So Lovely—the queer Road House retelling in my Prem Numbers story collection. It's set in the same universe as Tikka Chance on Me and is a little angstier because Elliott has self-worth issues. 😂

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A square orange-pink graphic with the Friday Fling hashtag and prompt word at the top and the story title and my byline at the bottom. In between is the following excerpt text: Lovely Singh had come into his bar dressed for a war she’d already won. Elliott’s defenses were smashed, and the only weapon he’d had was to put some distance between them all night. The whole goddamn length of the room. But he couldn’t rely on that now. Not when his number was up. The closer he got to her, the more wrecked he felt. It hurt to look at her. To take it all in. Her hair spilling out of the clip that had held it up all night. The bright lipstick faded from her mouth like she’d been kissing. The dress…holy shit, the dress. Tight and red and revealing every curve. And the high heels…cruel little spikes, crafted to cut holes in a man’s soul. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, everything Lovely, everything sexy as hell. Everything he didn’t deserve.
November 21, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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I had to go fact-check myself. I did indeed figure out and appreciate the language thing before. (And before it becomes more obvious in episode 5). lol!
A screenshot from one of my Twitter accounts, circa August 2015, in which I’m livetweeting Sense8 and I say “I love how the sensates understand each other no matter what language they're speaking.” I love that I have consistent reactions.
November 17, 2025 at 6:21 PM
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It's time for a #FridayFling! For the prompt word "favor." This is from "A Rogue's Gambit" in my PREM NUMBERS collection. It's a blatant remix so, yes, I lampshaded it. Rohini's a beesh konna, with poisonous skin. Davide has perfect aim. Now, he's aiming to get her back.
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A square gradiated pink and magenta colored graphic with the Friday Fling hashtag and prompt at the top and the story title and my Suleikha byline at the bottom. The following excerpt is between those things: He walks into the briefing room like a runway model, with utter confidence, and she can almost see the hypnotic swish of his old floor-length duster. He’s long since traded it in for a close-fitting bomber jacket. It shows off his broad shoulders and the taper of his torso. Just like his jeans cling to his long legs. But those are just clothes. Choices he made to favor his assets. He was born with all the things that truly make him stunning. His locs spill to the side, casting his face in sharp relief. Those high cheekbones. The dimples deep enough to serve as shot glasses. His smooth dark brown skin. His copper coin eyes—the pupil and the iris indistinguishable from the whites, all the same burnished shade. And his mouth…his full, and frequently foul, mouth. One taste of it damned them both.
November 14, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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Rashida Tlaib has.
A screenshot from Twitter of Congresswoman Rashida Tlaib's account at 1:51 PM on November 10. Her tweet says the following: Sen. Schumer has failed to meet this moment and is out of touch with the American people. The Democratic Party needs leaders who fight and deliver for working people. Schumer should step down.
November 10, 2025 at 8:09 PM
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November 10, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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Okay, here's #FridayFling Take Two! For the prompt word "turn," I've got a snippet from TIKKA CHANCE ON ME. It's my award-winning novella that seems like a motorcycle club romance but is actually geeky and full of groan-worthy jokes.

#romancelandia

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A square light blue graphic with the Friday Fling hashtag and prompt word at the top and Tikka Chance on Me and my Suleikha Snyder byline at the bottom. In the middle is the following excerpt text: If you’d asked me that morning what I planned to be doing, I wouldn’t have said “having sex with a biker in the cab of a pickup truck.” But there I was. In a chain-store parking lot. On my back. One hand slapping the steamed-up window like Jack and Rose in Titanic. “Coffee” turned out to be a euphemism. I felt like Trucker Carrigan had actually meant the caffeinated beverage when he suggested it, but somewhere between the potted plants and the check-out counters, it had morphed into this. Tension. Need. Uneven breaths and furtive looks. Waiting awkwardly while we loaded our respective purchases in our trunks. Then slamming against the side of his borrowed F150, tangling hands and meeting mouths. Hot, sweaty, totally ill-advised.
November 7, 2025 at 6:08 PM
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I just saw someone post about Florence Welch and my brain processed it as “Lawrence Welk.” Wherein + The Machine is a bubble machine. 🫧
November 7, 2025 at 4:51 PM
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In its second week and I'm already slacking on #FridayFling! Here's a late entry from Nepo Baby, one of my erotic novellas, for the Halloween-y prompt "trick." It's a flashback to Rohit and Deeni's dirty one-night stand, which haunts them in present day.
#romancelandia

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A yellow-orange square graphic with the Friday Fling hashtag and prompt at the top and the attribution of Nepo Baby by Kali Decker at the bottom. In between those two things is this little snippet of text: ”For fuck’s sake, Deeni. I’m fifteen years older than you. Your brother and I are friends. This can’t happen again.” She expected the freak-out about her age. But bringing Sid into it is so patriarchal. It’s gross. Nobody wants to hear about their brother when they’re nearly naked. Except maybe the characters on Game of Thrones. “For fuck’s sake? What about my sake? What I want?” Because for all that she wanted to bone her sex nemesis and get him out of her system, it hasn’t happened yet. Maybe a few more times will do the trick.
October 31, 2025 at 9:37 PM
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Thinking about the short I wrote for the Rogue anthologies in 2018. "In Her Service." About the first Black woman Vice President and her devoted desi Muslim Secret Service agent. Helluva alternate universe. We didn't know then just how much more fucked-up shit would get.

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A square light blue graphic with intricate black flourishes in two corners. The attribution "In Her Service," Prem Numbers by Suleikha Snyder is typed at the bottom. This excerpt text takes up most of the space: The White House’s first Iftar dinner in years was a joyous celebration of unity and faith and new beginnings. His mother, among the Muslim staffers’ family members invited to the feast, took one look at Madam Vice President and knew he was smitten. “Beta, what are you doing?” “Following my heart, Ammi.” “But…she is so old for you.” “Wasn’t Khadijah older than Muhammad?” He’d stumped her with that one. A small victory courtesy of all the Quran study he’d resented as a child. She’d glowered at him in that way that only desi mothers could but then sighed and patted his cheek. “Be careful. That is all I ask.”
October 28, 2025 at 2:49 AM
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My very talented friend @titleauthor.bsky.social cross-stitched (embroidered?!) this when Big Bad Wolf debuted. 😂
An orange cross-stitch loop with a white surface hanging on my plain white wall. There is a circular multicolored flower pattern broken up by the outlines of four bear heads at the compass points. In the middle of this circle are the words “Exuent pursued by a werebear.” LOL!
October 26, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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This dirty excerpt and its silly redaction did nothing on Threads so I'm inflicting it on Bluesky. (Likely horrifying the people who follow for political thoughts.) In which SPOILED BRIT's Ruby gets a video call from the desperately horny bi A-lister she drunk-wed in Vegas.

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A square orange-pink gradiated graphic with the Spoiled Brit book cover on the righthand side. The cover shows a handsome redheaded white guy in a white tuxedo with black tie. The following excerpt is on the left: “I’ll earn it,” he swears. “I can. I will. I’ll do anything for you.” And then he does entirely too much. Gripping himself roughly. Hips rising off the mattress as he thrusts into the curve of his palm. His other hand starts out raking through his hair but eventually trails down his sweat-slick throat and chest. Lower. Out of frame. But she can guess what he’s doing by the strangled noise he makes. Cupping his balls. Teasing his asshole. “I want you here. I want you everywhere. Make every part of me yours.” In the image, mind you, 'balls' is replaced with a teensy graphic featuring a soccer ball, baseball, and basketball. And the word 'asshole' is replaced with a chocolate-glazed doughnut. If nothing else, I will always amuse myself somehow!
October 26, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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The lovely @jessiemihalik.com has revived a weekly snippet tradition with #FridayFling, so here's a bit from my pseud's sexy novella, SPOILED BRIT! For the prompt "crash." In which working actress Ruby caves like a spelunker to the ardent A-lister she drunkenly married in Vegas.

#Romancelandia
A square pink and orange gradiated promo graphic with the Friday Fling hashtag and the word crash in quotation marks at the top. Spoiled Brit by Kali Decker is typed at the bottom. And the following excerpt text is in the middle: Oh, fuck. Ruby suddenly understands why all the romance novels call a pussy a “core.” Because she goes into total nuclear meltdown. The last coherent but ridiculous thought she has before the inevitable is that she could never be a submissive. She’s terrible at being restrained. And then they’re crashing together, lips and teeth and grasping hands. There’s nothing elegant about it. Nothing choregraphed. Their kisses are sloppy and open-mouthed. She scratches his chest, he takes a handful of her shirt and rips it in his eagerness to shove it upward. It’s frantic, frenzied, because they’ve been denying themselves and she’s setting them free.
October 24, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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Imagine thinking this is a *good* defense of a predatory filmmaker.
A screenshot of a post made in response to me pointing out that Luc Besson married a 15-year-old when he was 32. This person who thinks this *helps* show their fave in a good light replied “In France you can have sex legally from the age of 15 - it’s the same in many other European countries.”
October 22, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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Not having a Nazi tattoo is a bare-minimum requirement for *life*, not just politics. So much so that I worked it into a filthy romance novella about a former rock musician. Literally for fuck's sake.

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A square light blue graphic with faded pastel circles. It has the Nobody's Bargain book cover on the right with the words "Out now" above and the vendors listed below it. Amazon, Apple, B&N, and Kobo. The cover itself is of a dissolute-looking white guy with long shaggy brown hair and a dark beard. He's got one hand on his forehead and the other is obscured. He's wearing a dark blue captain's coat with an epaulet on the shoulder, but his chest is bare and you can see the hints of several tattoos. Does Ren actually look like this in the book? No. This is his younger self, the confident jackass he used to be. To the left of this image is the following excerpt text: Hitha doesn’t bother reaching for clothes or wrapping a sheet around herself. If Ren hasn’t already seen it all, he’s certainly felt it all. Licked it all. She passes two shut doors in the corridor before she hits the open one. The utilitarian bathroom light casts his pale, narrow, back in harsh relief and reveals in detail the tattoos she couldn’t make out last night in the dark. Water slicks his hair and sluices over each piece of ink, some more faded than others. No iron crosses or swastikas, thank god. Her policy of not fucking Nazis remains inviolate. Ren’s tattoos are green and black points on a map of his life.
October 21, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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It’s Meringue Week on GBBO, which reminds me that I’ve had this screenshot in my camera roll for months. I love a baking and BDSM crossover. Whip those stiff peaks!
A screenshot from Facebook of a post by The Kitchn. This food blog says “When a recipe says to whip to firm peaks, you know we want to get it right.” Here’s a visual guide to help. The preview text then cuts off, but that’s okay because there is a photo below it. This picture is labeled Soft, Firm, and Stiff Peaks and depicts vaguely nipple-shaped electric mixer whisks with dollops of cream on top. I think you can guess why it all made me laugh. I am deeply juvenile.
October 19, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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It's time to remind you that I wrote a Road House remix! This queer polyam small-town romance is just one of the fun, sexy stories in my Prem Numbers collection. Yes, the FMC's name is Lovely. And one MMC is named Elliott, because why be subtle?

$2.99 @ the usual e-tailers: books2read.com/u/38E7YB
A square peach and pink colored promo graphic. There is a book cover for Suleikha's Prem Numbers anthology, which features two people in shadow with flames burning in front of them. And then the following excerpt text: They crashed together, chasing the hot candy whiskey, chasing each other. A kiss that didn’t forgive and didn’t forget. It just enflamed. Her hands dove up into his hair and gripped tight. He grasped her hips and maneuvered her between his legs. They licked and sucked and took, swallowing cinnamon and sin, until they were gasping for breath and had to stop for air. “I’m sorry,” he said into that precious space between their mouths. “I’m so damn sorry, Love. I never meant to hurt you.” “Yes, you did.” She nipped at his bottom lip with sharp teeth. There was a sheen of tears in her big brown eyes that could’ve been desire, could’ve been anger, was probably both. “And you meant to hurt you, too.
October 16, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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Turns out, we also have a frog hopping around Rogers Park! They’re spreading from Portland. This is the corner where people were grabbed up yesterday.
A picture of somebody in a giant green frog costume whimsically hanging off a street corner sign pole like Gene Kelly in Singin’ in the Rain. They were actually doing the twirl but I didn’t take video. The frog has a beige belly and face and black spots all over the rest of the costume. There is, unfortunately, a corner of a postal truck obstructing the view. I was hesistant to get a closer, clearer pic. But the frog made me smile!
October 10, 2025 at 7:13 PM
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I am not crafty. However, I occasionally get half-assed ideas. Like turning a dollar-store metal plant stand into a footstool with a little padding and an old pair of leggings. Why am I like this?
A photograph of my black metal plant stand on a fake hardwood floor. The four-legged plant stand has a circular surface and there is a pair of snake print leggings stretched across it like a cushion cover. I know. It’s ridiculous. But there’s only so many possible uses for old snake print leggings.
October 6, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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Screenshot for posterity as a block is imminent.
A nonfiction author and alleged educator who was so offended by an innocuous post about me putting on eyeliner that they had to reply “Much needed information. Muted.” I’m so sad he muted me. Whatever shall I do? How will I go on?
October 6, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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Trying to decide on the biggest LOL here.
1. The idea that South Asian is considered white in Europe.
2. The assertion that the US is "Racistan" in comparison.
3. Ignoring that Europeans colonized the Americas so it IS their fault.
4. Disabling quote-posts because they know it's a bullshit take.
An utterly genius reply from a rando on my post about being mistaken for white when I'm clearly not. This oh-so brilliant commenter says the following: "Sorry, in europe that's considered white. Not our fault you guys live in racistan." Where's this guy's Nobel Prize for being a complete wanker on the internet?
October 6, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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Rafael, and by extension Rafe, is a top-tier romance novel hero name. Ted? Who’s swooning over a Ted? A meet-cute with Ted? Ted’s velvet-wrapped steel rod? Changing your name TO Ted is like announcing you want to be unfuckable.
A screenshot from Threads of actor/producer Rafael Casal saying “As a Rafael, let me tell you: The self-hatred required for you to willingly change your name from Rafael to ‘Ted’ cannot be understated.”
September 20, 2025 at 11:41 PM
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In case of deletion, here are garlicky receipts.
A screenshot of this unwelcome skeeter replying to my jarred paste appreciation post saying “You can just microplane fresh garlic. It’s the easier and best way to add garlic and like 100x better than jarlic or paste.” Readers, it is not in fact easier and best. After I point out that not everyone has access to fresh garlic or tools, this snotty jerk replies “Jarlic and garlic paste are less sustainable than fresh garlic and fresh garlic is a quarter of a price. You don’t need to use a microplane — you can always just chopped unless you don’t have a knife.” No, self-crowned queen of the local garlic festival, one cannot always just chop. They might have arthritis or other disability issues. Also, what the hell are you doing here, disrespecting the way brown people cook? Go away. Suck on a sustainablr bulb.
September 20, 2025 at 1:44 AM
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Yes, I know it’s actually “Chilli.” It’s still the funniest thing I’ve done this week.
A screenshot from Threads. In which an original poster asks “What goes great with Chili? And you can’t say crackers.” I, Suleikha, am shown quote-reposting it with the comment “T-Boz and Left Eye? 😂” This is a joke about the iconic R&B girl group TLC. Even though TLC’s Chilli is spelled with two Ls and the OP only has one. Never let spelling get in the way of a shitpost. The screenshot also shows author Carrie Ann Ryan adding “and apparently Matthew Lawrence. lol.” To which I reply “She said no crackers. So…Usher?” And scene!
September 19, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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I would not be able to maintain professionalism in that instance. 😂 I’m a person who took this picture at the grocery store.
A picture of Suleikha’s hand awkwardly and hilariously holding a packet of Grace brand Cock flavored soup mix alongside a bottle of Bawls soda. The Bawls bottle is blue glass with odd bumps all over it. Ribbed for her pleasure? You decide.
September 11, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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If you're going to have a filthy one-night stand with a burned-out former rock star you just met, you should at least have standards.

NOBODY'S BARGAIN is short, explicit, and just $2.99.
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A square light blue graphic with faded pastel circles. It has the Nobody's Bargain book cover on the right with the words "Out now" above and the vendors listed below it. Amazon, Apple, B&N, and Kobo. The cover itself is of a dissolute-looking white guy with long shaggy brown hair and a dark beard. He's got one hand on his forehead and the other is obscured. He's wearing a dark blue captain's coat with an epaulet on the shoulder, but his chest is bare and you can see the hints of several tattoos. Does Ren actually look like this in the book? No. This is his younger self, the confident jackass he used to be. To the left of this image is the following excerpt text: Hitha doesn’t bother reaching for clothes or wrapping a sheet around herself. If Ren hasn’t already seen it all, he’s certainly felt it all. Licked it all. She passes two shut doors in the corridor before she hits the open one. The utilitarian bathroom light casts his pale, narrow, back in harsh relief and reveals in detail the tattoos she couldn’t make out last night in the dark. Water slicks his hair and sluices over each piece of ink, some more faded than others. No iron crosses or swastikas, thank god. Her policy of not fucking Nazis remains inviolate. Ren’s tattoos are green and black points on a map of his life.
September 5, 2025 at 8:20 PM