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RELEASE BLITZ: “Undone” by Leslie McAdam

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Undone (Vino
and Veritas series)

Author: Leslie
McAdam

Publisher: Heart Eyes Press
LGBTQ

Cover Artist: Christine
Coffey

Release Date: August 12,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M romance

Tropes: Roommates, friends-to-lovers

Theme: Bi-awakening

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 90 000
words

It is a standalone story. There
are 18 books in the series, all by different authors.

They are part of Sarina
Bowen’s True North World. This is the LGBTQ line called Vino and Veritas.

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He makes me come
undone

Blurb

My new roommate has the worst taste in men.

I mean, Murph’s special. He’s funny and flamboyant and
full of life.

While I’m straight, even I can tell these guys aren’t good
enough for him.

I had to yell at one date, toss another one out the door,
and throw a beer in another’s face.

Kind of embarrassing, really. I don’t know what’s gotten
into me.

I ask my sister what’s wrong with me and she says I’m
jealous.

Jealous? Please. Me?

Come on.

Only thing is, I hate the thought of Murph kissing any guy.
Ever.

Except, maybe … me?

Undone
is a contemporary m/m romance about a dreamy insurance agent that might not be as
straight as he thinks, an adorable bartender who adds sparkle wherever he goes, and maybe
one or two jokes about swords.

Excerpt

Murph’s perspective

A few hours later, all my things are in the room. We centered the rug on the floor, and it lies
under a bed that we’re almost done assembling.

Currently, Jason’s sprawled on my floor mechanic-style as he screws the sideboards to the
headboard. I’m holding the two pieces together for him like I’m at a perfume counter
handing out samples.

While all I want to do is straddle him. I mean, he’s just lying there on his back, waiting to be
ridden.

Down, boy, I scold myself, and adjust my jeans.

In addition to a library’s worth of books, Jason helped haul up the mattress and the dresser.
Navigating the stairs with the box spring turned out to be tricky, but we managed not to
punch a hole in it or the walls, so I count that as a win.

Plus, I got to see his biceps flex. Bonus.

“I’m normally not this much of a wuss,” I say, as I hold the pieces together while he uses the
drill. “I, you know, lift weights and stuff.”

That’s a lie.

“You do?”

“No,” I admit instantly. “But I like to run. And if you take me out, I’ll dance with you.”

I expect him to tell me he doesn’t take men out, but instead he asks, “How were you going
to move all this in without me?” With a big hand, he gestures to everything piled in my new
room.

My first thought is that I never want to do anything without him ever again. But that might
be coming on a tad strong, especially since he’s my landlord.

Like that’s the only reason not to flirt with him. I might as well flirt with a mirror—then at
least I’d know I was talking to a gay boy.

I shrug. “I suppose I’m like Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire. ‘I’ve
always depended on the kindness of strangers.’”

His voice drops an octave and gets even gruffer. I had no idea that was possible. “My
pleasure. I’m happy to help.” He sits up and dusts his hands off. “All done. Now you’ve got a
place to sleep.”

“Or do other things.”

Shit. I said that out loud. In a singsong voice.

Change the subject, Murph.

Jason only smiles and gazes at me like I’m some fascinating specimen. Like he doesn’t know
what to do with me.

It’s an almost indulgent look, and it makes me really happy.

“Am I keeping you from something? Work?” A girlfriend? Yeah, I’m fishing and
deflecting. Two of my many talents that involve my tongue.

But I don’t want the confirmation about women. Not yet. Let me have at least one day of
fantasy.

“No.” He starts tugging the box spring onto the bed frame. I guess I should help instead of
standing here watching his back muscles tango under his shirt. Together we maneuver the
box spring into place and set the mattress on top. “Took the afternoon off to help my new
roommate move in.”

“I’m gonna tell your sister you played hooky. She said you work too much.”

He closes his eyes and smiles like he’s going to throttle her the next time he sees her. “She’s
always on me about that. I’m fine. But no, I’m not working for the rest of the day.”

“And you’ve spent your day off helping me move. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

I like the way he says that. So many people say, “No problem,” but that implies that
whatever you thanked them for could be a problem.

Being Jason’s pleasure, though?

That’s tempting.

About the Author

USA Today bestselling author
Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a
drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband
and two small children. Leslie’s first published book, The Sun and the Moon, won a 2015
Watty, which is the world’s largest online writing competition. She’s gone on to receive
additional literary awards and has been featured in multiple publications, including
Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple
Books. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men of your
fantasies.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Red Zone” by Beth Bolden.

Book Title: The Red Zone

Author: Beth
Bolden

Publisher: Beth Bolden
Books

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Designs

Release Date: August 11,
2021

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, sports

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 97 000
words

It is a standalone
story.

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Spencer’s deep in the Red
Zone and it’s time to even the score.

Blurb

Nine years ago Spencer Evans became the first player out
of the closet to be drafted into the NFL. Everyone believed he had aspirations to change the

world but all Spencer ever wanted to do was play football for a team that accepted him
wholeheartedly. But they never would, and Spencer began to conceal all the parts that
made him different.

When a terrible injury forces him to re-evaluate his life and
his choices, he realizes there’s only one man who can help him.

The very first gay sports agent, Alec Mitchell has given his
life and his career to making queer athletes’ dreams come true. He can’t help but think of
Spencer as the one who got away—professionally and personally.

Alec thought he’d buried his desperate longing for Spencer
ages ago but it turns out it was just lying dormant, waiting for the right spark. When he begs
Alec to take him on as a client, everything they’ve been burying for years surfaces once
again.

With Alec’s help, Spencer can change everything about his
life he’s come to hate. An extraordinary future—and an undeniably extraordinary man—are
waiting for him. The play has been called. All he has to do is catch the ball and score.

Excerpt

“You should try my wine,” Alec said, gesturing towards the bottle. “You said you don’t drink
wine, not that you don’t like wine. And this is an easy drinking red, real fruit
forward, not too many tannins on the back end.”

“Is this how you want to do this?” Spencer asked suspiciously. “Make me try things I don’t
think I’m gonna like?”

“How will you know, if you don’t try?” Alec hesitated, and slid his jacket off, hanging it over
the back of one of the barstools. “Come over here. I’m not going to bite.”

Spencer shot him a look, full of heat, and Alec remembered why it was probably better
not to take his jacket off and why it was definitely better not to make jokes that
could be taken in any kind of sexual context.

Well, he’d done it and he wasn’t going to take it back. If they couldn’t figure out how to
make this work, then Spencer wouldn’t get what he needed—and Alec wanted that more
than anything else.

“Fine,” Spencer said with a sigh. He skirted around the edge of the kitchen island,
approaching hesitantly as Alec tilted the half-full glass in his direction.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a special way I do this?” Spencer asked as he took the glass.

Alec raised his eyebrow. “A special way? You take a sip. Swallow it. Decide if you like it or
not. Though, really, you should try it twice. The first sip will clear your palate from that
god-awful beer you’ve been drinking.”

“That’s what I mean,” Spencer said. “I don’t want to do it wrong.”

“Not drinking it, that’s doing it wrong,” Alec said, even though he knew what Spencer was
referring to. But all of the swirling and the legs and the aroma, all the self-important recital
that true wine connoisseurs participated in was only going to confuse Spencer. Alec just
wanted him to fucking try it.

“Alright, fine,” Spencer said, grumbling, and lifted the glass to his lips.

Spencer made a face, and Alec said, “Nope, not yet. Don’t tell me you don’t like it yet.
You’ve got to clear your palate.”

“How do I do that?”

Alec put his hand on Spencer’s arm, stopping him from handing the glass back. “Take
another drink,” he instructed. “In a minute.”

When he pulled his hand back, he could still feel the heat and solid strength from Spencer’s
forearm. He was going to have to get used to all this touching and personal connection, and
hopefully when he did, it wouldn’t affect him this strongly.

“Alright,” Spencer agreed. “It wasn’t . . . well, it wasn’t what I thought it’d be.”

“You didn’t hate it,” Alec guessed, leaning against the edge of the countertop.

“I thought I would,” Spencer confessed. “Wine’s just so fancy and complicated, and I’m not .
. . I’ve never been either of those two things. And beer is fine.”

“Beer is fine, sure. You might not dislike it. But what if you liked something else better?”

“I don’t know,” Spencer agreed. He hesitated, and Alec watched him closely, even though it
almost hurt to look at him like this. So unsure and vulnerable and wanting so hard to do the
right thing, the best thing. “It’s why I asked you to do this.”

About the Author

A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with
her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just
as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first
foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope
springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Wingman” by A. Poland.

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: The Wingman

Author: A.
Poland

Publisher: NineStar Press
LLC

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: July 26,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Romantic comedy, New
Adult

Tropes: Friends to lovers, love triangle, childhood best friends, slow
burn, sharing a bed (tent)

Themes: humor, friendship, family, communication

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 69 762
words

It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Always the wingman,
never the “one”.

Blurb

Nathan, a college student with a thing for funky hats and a
definite not-thing for the great outdoors, has been a wingman extraordinaire for his lifelong
best friend Lorcan for as long as either can remember. With his innate ability to talk
endlessly about how great Lorcan is to anyone who’ll listen, Nathan has always been the
best man for the job—even if he’s secretly waiting for the day when Lorcan will realize that
Nathan is the only guy for him.

But then, Lorcan sets his sights on Miles, the suave,
leather-jacket-wearing musician with a love of mountaineering and a family of six
overprotective sisters, and Nathan must once again put his wingman skills to work.

Trouble is, Nathan is getting tired of the old routine, and
Miles is the only human being on the planet immune to Lorcan’s charm. Not to mention that
Miles’s interest is immediately piqued by the outspoken and completely oblivious
wingman.

Excerpt

Nathan blinked blankly at his best friend.

“My help?” he parroted, not quite getting
what Lorcan was suggesting. It wasn’t as though he could go up to this Miles guy and talk his
ear off about Lorcan to encourage him to make the first move. They’d already met; they’d
spoken. If Miles was interested, he’d make a move.

Hope stirred in Nathan’s chest.

If Miles was interested, why hadn’t he already made a
move?

“Yeah, I need you to do your thing.” Lorcan nodded, looking
at Nathan expectantly, as though that would make Nathan whip out a ready-made action
plan on how to get into Miles’s pants.

“Dude, I do that so you can talk to them without doing the
awkward introductions yourself.” Nathan spoke slowly, as though explaining how to draw a
straight line to a child. “You’ve already covered that.”

“Well, then think of this as a part two,” Lorcan allowed with
a huff, probably because Nathan was making very valid points. “I don’t know if he’s even
into guys.”

Nathan frowned thoughtfully. Normally, it was easy to tell if
someone was into Lorcan. Or at least to Nathan. He liked to think his dad’s perceptiveness
had been inherited—to a lesser extent, of course, because Nathan was good, but he wasn’t
that good—enough that he made a great wingman to other people, not just Lorcan. Hell,
a few of the people in their friend group had asked for his help before.

It wasn’t as easy, sure. But Nathan had a pretty high
success rate. A few of them in happy, long-term relationships to boot.

Maybe he should have business cards made.

Nathan Reed—will get you laid.

Nathan shook off that thought as quickly as it had come
because that made him sound like a matchmaker, and he was decidedly not experienced
enough to consider that as a career path.

“So you…what? Want me to meet him and suss out if he’s
interested?” Nathan tried talking slowly, one brow apprehensively raised.

“Yeah!” Lorcan grinned. “Exactly. Work your
magic.”

Nathan huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes at Lorcan’s
enthusiasm about Nathan’s apparent “magic.” It wasn’t magic; it was just knowing how to
talk to people. Specifically, talking to people about Lorcan. Who, in Nathan’s opinion, was
the easiest thing in the world to talk about.

Sometimes, on very good nights, Nathan didn’t have to do
as much. Sometimes, the woman would know exactly why he was approaching and just cut
to the chase. He always appreciated those; they made his life a lot easier.

“Okay, I’ll do you this one favor.” Nathan sighed, clearly
teasing. There were no favors between them. No one kept tabs over who owed the other
what. “Now drive me somewhere to get food. I’m starving.”

Lorcan laughed, his mood clearly elevated from earlier.
Even that was enough to settle Nathan a bit more. Sure, his brain might still be working
overtime on limited sleep, but Lorcan’s coming-out experience had been painless for him,
and that was something at least.

“Your wish is my command,” he quipped back, starting up
the car and taking them to their usual haunt.

There was nothing better than getting food with

Lorcan.

Lorcan was a picky eater, while Nathan happily consumed
anything deemed edible. Which meant Nathan tended to get extra of whatever Lorcan
didn’t like, and no food was wasted.

Win-win all around.

But this time, the experience was different.

Nathan hadn’t been worried about any uncomfortable
silences or lapses in conversation after being away for so long, and he’d been right not
to.

But he never thought to be worried about Lorcan
never shutting up.

Which, under normal circumstances, would have been
fine. But these weren’t normal circumstances.

Lorcan wouldn’t stop talking about Miles.

In the last half an hour, Nathan learned more about the guy
than he ever wished to. His gut twisted with each and every new fun fact presented to him,
his shoulders drawn tighter and smile more strained.

So far, Nathan learned the following:

Miles was a musician.

A lot of people were musicians, especially in LA; it wasn’t a
big deal. In fact, Nathan had taken piano lessons for an entire week and could still
successfully play “Twinkle Twinkle.”

Miles was a graduate from Juilliard.

Nathan might have asked Lorcan to repeat himself because
there was no way he’d said Juilliard.

But he had. And that was fine. Juilliard was a
college just like any other. Saint Andrews was nothing to scoff at either.

Miles was adopted.

It made sense. Probably adopted into a wealthy family with

plenty of connections, considering the Juilliard thing (fucking Juilliard).

Miles’s eyes were this unusual gray
color.

Lorcan spent a great deal of time talking about the color of
Miles’s eyes. (There were only so many ways to describe stormy gray with flecks of brown,
Nathan groused, please move on.) Anyway, Nathan had been told that he had unique eyes.
Granted, they’d been compared to a swamp before. But still. Swamps had a bad rap—they
had frogs.

But no, Lorcan clearly had a thing for smoke-colored eyes
now, not gunky-green.

Miles was hugely involved in environmental
activism.

Nathan recycled.

About the Author

Fuelled by a worrying tea
addiction (with a tattoo to prove it), A. Poland is a rom-com writer from Ireland who delights
in telling stories that make you fall in love with the characters and give you that squee
feeling in your chest.

Three words A. would use to
describe her writing are funky, silly, and spicy. Which, coincidentally, is also their dancing
style.

When they’re not
daydreaming of the next meet-cute, A. works as a video producer and a full-time dog mom
to her pride and joy, Gizmo.

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BOOK BLAST: “Blue Moons and Unicorns” by Kathryn Allen.

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Blue Moons and Unicorns

Author: Kathryn
Allen

Publisher: Self
published

Cover Artist: Fiverr

Release Date: April 1,
2021

Genres: Action, LGBTI+

Trope: Friends to lovers

Themes: Personal growth, self confidence

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 122 000 words/ 299
pages

It is the first book of an
intended ongoing series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

While holidaying with her friends in the Hamptons, Interpol
agent Samira Neves finds out her father is missing. Following his cryptic breadcrumbs from
New York to Amsterdam and London, Samira’s view of her father is challenged. Unwilling to
involve the authorities, Samira is cut off from her usual networks to investigate the
smuggling and trafficking she is uncovering. While never afraid to use her sensuality to her
advantage, she finds herself stretching her erotic horizons when her bisexual friend Ashleigh
suggests an unorthodox tactic to infiltrate the world of her swinger targets. Will this be
enough to track down her father and find out exactly who was behind it all?

Excerpt

She pushed the accelerator down a little harder, enjoying
how the Maserati surged forward when she dropped down a gear. It was totally unnecessary
but completely worth it for the noise. The sound filled the air, no roof or windows to
separate them from the glorious engine note. Despite the coastal views, Samira almost
wished for a tunnel so she could hear it all around her.

Chelsea laughed suddenly. Samira glanced back to see her
friend unsuccessfully trying to control her normally faultless blonde hair from whipping
around in the wind. Samira grinned. She’d offered Chelsea both a hair tie and a cap at the
start of the day, but Chelsea had waved them away. Of course, the stylish broad-brimmed
hat Chelsea had brought had swiftly ended up in the trunk as it was wholly unsuitable for
open top driving. Samira’s own hair was braided down her back and held tight under a
bright, white baseball cap. She’d been driving convertibles long enough to know the ads
with women’s hair streaming back elegantly were all crap. Beside her, Ashleigh, hair similarly
under control, reached forward to turn down the music.

“God, I love the sound of that engine. It’s such a sexy purr.
Even better than the Ferrari.”

“Well, it is a Ferrari engine.” Samira said.

“Whatever, don’t care. Ferraris are just so shrill. This
sounds better. “ Ashleigh shimmied in her seat. “All bassy, throaty gorgeousness.”

“They should get you on the ads.” Samira said, amused.

“And you could drape yourself over the hood.”

“And scratch up the paintwork? Dad would kill me.”

“Worth it.” Ashleigh murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Samira took it more gently as they turned off the Montauk
Highway heading towards the house. This was a condition of her mother letting her stay for
the week. Apparently last time there had been some complaints about her driving even
though, as she’d tried to argue, Maserati were a dime a dozen around the Hamptons, and it
may not have been her. Her mother had responded with a raised eyebrow and a steady
gaze. She capitulated. In Meadow Lane she dropped to a quiet cruise, which was more a
consequence of the traffic than true obedience on her part. For an exclusive road it was
surprisingly packed at this time of year as everyone tried to squeeze the last enjoyment out
of the stubbornly lingering summer season. Rightly so, she thought, given the endless blue
of the sky overhead.

Finally, she turned into the driveway, waited for the iron
gate to slide aside and headed up to the five-car garage under the house. With her parents
away all the vehicles were in their places except for the open slot next to the Jeep Cherokee
her father normally drove.

The girls popped the trunk and collected together their
various bags with the day’s shopping treasures before splitting off to their bedrooms.

“Cocktails in the pool house in ten minutes!” Samira called
as they headed off. Ashleigh raised a hand over her head in acknowledgement. Chelsea was
too busy dragging her fingers through her tangled hair. Good luck hun, Samira thought, the
only way that was getting sorted was with a wash and an intensive treatment. Actually,
Chelsea might need a treatment for her body too. Samira could see the beginnings of
sunburn flushing the back of Chelsea’s long pale legs beneath the denim cut-offs. Her back,
under the sheer grey top, had an ominous reddish glow about it too. Chelsea had been so
pleased to see sun after a long stint in Seattle that she took every chance she got to lay in it.
Particularly with her international financial services company assigning her to Manchester
for the next six months. Samira was going to miss her. Again. The long, lazy summers they
used to spend together as children seemed like a million years ago.

Samira dropped her packages in the living room and threw
open the doors onto the terrace letting the warm air flow into the house. The breeze was
light but carried the fresh, salt scent of the ocean with it. If it stayed warm, they might take
a walk down to the beach after dinner. By now the weather should have turned cooler and
autumn well established, but not this year. She crossed the terrace and unlocked the pool
house with the key set she kept in the handbag that was never far from her side. She’d
never really been a fan of how the pool house was set up. The bar and kitchen were at the
back with low couches in a lounge area between that and the French doors which led onto
the pool terrace. She would have preferred the bar at least to be closer to the terrace so it
was more accessible, and a person could keep connected to the conversation when an
alcoholic top up was needed. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she shook her head
at how appallingly boujee that sounded. Poor little rich girl. Her family’s holiday home’s pool
house was not to her liking. She’d been around the world enough to know that multiple
families could live in that space and be very pleased with the luxury

accommodation.

About the Author

Kathryn Allen is the author of
the novels Ever Man and Last Loose End and a number of short stories. These can be found
through Smashwords and Amazon. She enjoys the process of developing characters and
hooking elements of plot together to make interesting stories. Kathryn lives in Queensland
with her husband and dogs.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Prince and the Ice King” by Amanda Meuwissen. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: The Prince
and the Ice King

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher:
Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: August 3,
2021

Genre: Fantasy M/M
Romance

Tropes: Fated love, enemies
to lovers, cursed, slow burn

Themes: Destiny, fate,
redemption, legend, overcoming prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 300
pages

It can be read alone but is the
first book in a series.

This is book 1 of Tales from
the Gemstone Kingdoms.

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Only true love can melt a
frozen heart.

Blurb

Every Winter Solstice, the Emerald Kingdom sends the
dreaded Ice King a sacrifice—a corrupt soul, a criminal, a deviant, or someone touched by
magic. Prince Reardon has always loathed this tradition, partly because he dreams of love
with another man instead of a future queen.

Then Reardon’s best friend is discovered as a witch and
sent to the Frozen Kingdom as tribute.

Reardon sets out to rescue him, willing to battle and kill the
Ice King if that’s what it takes. But nothing could prepare him for what he finds in the Frozen
Kingdom—a cursed land filled with magic… and a camaraderie Reardon has never known.
Over this strange, warm community presides the enigmatic Ice King himself, a man his
subjects call Jack. A man with skin made of ice, whose very touch can stop a beating
heart.

A man Reardon finds himself inexplicably drawn to.

Jack doesn’t trust Reardon. But when Reardon begins
spending long days with him, vowing to prove himself and break the curse, Jack begins to
hope. Can love and forgiveness melt the ice around Jack’s heart?

Excerpt

“Jack, is it? Far better than ‘Ice King,’ I suppose.”

The king frowned.

“I’ll call you Majesty until we trust each other. But on that
day, I will call you Jack.”

“Is this a game to you?” The Ice King straightened. Reardon
stood almost directly before the throne now, chilled and shivering but without any creeping
frost on his hair or clothes. “What do you hope to accomplish?”

“My father is wrong for what he does, but seeing this curse
on you makes me wonder if he is right about magic’s corruption, despite all the wonders it
can do.”

“Magic alone did not curse us!” the king roared. “One
person who wielded it did, and I brought her wrath upon me myself.”

That gave Reardon pause. There was so much he didn’t

know. “You could tell me your story.”

“It is a long one, little prince, and I grow weary of your
presence already.” He stood, crunching down the steps between Reardon and the throne
and bringing a gust of icy wind with him.

Reardon sensed how close he was to death but stood his
ground. “I only want to bring my people home.”

“And where are they supposed to go? Home, you say. The
thief who almost lost her hands because she was starving, the man who lusted after the
wrong noble’s son, your friend who has visions—do they have a home to go back to when
their own people cast them out as villains?”

“I didn’t.”

“Good for you. You only cared once it finally affected
someone you knew.”

Reardon’s fists clenched to be called a heartless coward,
but he’d called himself worse this past year.

He also couldn’t overlook the example of a
man and a noble’s son.

“I suppose you’ve taken in all the corrupted, haven’t
you?”

“You call them corrupt”—the Ice King stomped another
clawed foot closer—“yet ask for leniency?”

“I only speak as I was taught. I don’t agree with it. I don’t
believe they’re corrupt. Not any of them. I don’t want to. If my father
understood—”

“He’d still keep up the status quo. Your kingdom shuns
what they don’t understand because of my curse, yet they don’t even remember the time
before.”

“So tell me! Let me know the truth so we can learn from
our past instead of continuing to repeat it.” Reardon stepped forward—too close, he
knew—but like before, instead of reaching out and ending him, the Ice King backed away.
“You’d really let them all go, wouldn’t you? If they wanted it?”

“They don’t, but you are welcome to ask them, including
your friend.”

“Then I am not a prisoner either?”

“That is up for debate.”

If Barclay had seen Reardon’s death in his vision, it couldn’t
be now. Not yet. “Give me the chance to prove I will go back and change things for the
better. I’ll stay for as long as it takes, but once you believe me, once you know me and I
know you, let me go.”

“And what if I never believe you? You’re the prince. You
could bring an army to my door after learning my secrets.”

“If you never believe me… then you either have another
servant or another statue to crush. But that means you take an audience with me every
day.”

The king scoffed, turning to stomp back up to his throne
and throw himself onto it with an elegant ease that should have been impossible. “Sounds
frightfully dull.”

“Yes, I can see your calendar is quite full.”

He rumbled with laughter like a brewing winter
storm.

For a long stretch of minutes, he stared at Reardon with his
uniquely human eyes—different from his companions. The Ice King was more tied to his
humanity, even if he’d lost the feeling of it in his heart, and more cursed and tortured
because of it, perhaps.

Yet still he said, “Fine. But make no mistake, little prince, if
you prove unworthy or attempt to betray me, I will not hesitate to turn you into frozen
rubble like that thief.”

All Reardon could do was return his stare and
wonder—What was this curse? Why had it been cast? And what had the king been like
before it changed him and his kingdom? He had to know, even if a mysterious and
frightening future stretched out before him.

Love, death, and blue eyes in a sea of white.

Whatever that might mean.

“You have a deal, Your Majesty.”

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Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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Book Title: To Poison a Prince

Author: Aldrea Alien

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Leonardo Borazio

Release Date: July 31, 2021

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Trope/s: Hurt/Comfort, Man in Peril, Cultural Differences, Dysfunctional Family, Mystery Murderer, Opposites Attract

Themes: Royalty, Wedding, Revenge 

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 269 231 words

It is book 2 in the A Tale of Two Princes series  

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Someone is out to murder his husband and he might just be the reason they succeed.

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Imperial Crown Prince Darshan knew his journey home wasn’t going to be the modest one he hoped for, especially not after eloping with Hamish, a former prince—and now exile—of Tirglas.

When he thwarts a clumsy attempt on his husband’s life during a soirée hosted by his long-standing rival and half-sister, he figures the worst is behind them.

Yet, the threat of death continues to shadow them across the empire. Someone is intent on making the rumours of his husband’s demise a reality, someone who can erase the memory of their very presence from people’s minds.

Darshan must discover who is behind the attempts before they succeed. But who can he trust when the culprit is capable of slipping by the most vigilant of guards?

Excerpt 

“Your highness,” Katarina said in a clear address to himself. “I hear you’ve travelled through imperial lands for some months. What is your current outlook on it?” Although she spoke Udynean, the musical hint of her own language whispered through. A much softer melody than the last hedgewitch Hamish had met.

He swallowed the wine and considered the past eight weeks of travel from the distant port of Haalabof to here, of the seemingly endless roads winding along the lands and the villages small enough to barely warrant a mention on a map. “It has certainly been an experience.” He’d been propositioned at least seven times along the way. Maybe even more that had been too subtle for him to notice.

The hedgewitch’s eyes almost sparkled. “You simply must give me details, your highness. It’s so rare to have an outside opinion on Udynea.”

Hamish opened his mouth, his agreement balancing on his tongue, only to remain silent as Darshan laid a bejewelled hand atop his.

“I’m sure my husband is most eager to oblige the request, Madam Hedgewitch, but perhaps another time would be more suited?”

Her lashes fluttering, Katarina lowered her head. “Of course, vris Mhanek.” She picked at the rest of her meal, perhaps looking for a reason to remain silent as she vibrated with an energy that reminded Hamish of his nephews when they sorely wanted to natter people’s ears off.

A pang of longing turned his stomach. A yearning to embrace his sisters, to hear his nephews scheming and his niece’s laughter. He would even take his brother’s good-natured ribbing just for a chance to hear his voice.

Hamish swallowed, blinking furiously to stem the tears threatening to spill. He hadn’t expected to feel homesick, but he’d never been beyond Tirglas before, hadn’t even been more than a week’s travel from Mullhind Castle for years. Now it was months away and there was more land to cover before they reached their destination.

A whole continent between him and his family; people he would never get to see again thanks to his mother’s poisonous ire.

“Do eat up, brother dear,” Onella purred, jolting Hamish from his thoughts. His sister-in-law gestured to the plate before Darshan, the rings adorning her fingers glittering in the candlelight. She had changed gowns, or at least the filmy topmost layer, and her arm showed no sign of Darshan’s attack. “All that dancing must’ve worked up quite the appetite. I can’t imagine the poxy inns you’ve stopped at during your travels had meals sufficient for a man of your power. You must be ravenous.”

Darshan smiled. Hamish wasn’t sure how his husband managed to seemingly detach the expression from his face, but the sight prickled his skin. “I think I’ll pass, dear half-sister.”

“But isn’t quail your favourite?” Onella pressed. “Did all those stodgy meals up north affect your palate?” She leant closer to one of the men flanking her and continued on in a loud whisper. “I hear they do ghastly things like stuff sheep stomachs and eat them.”

“They do indeed,” Katarina piped up as grumbles of distaste trembled along the table. “And the stomachs of cows and pigs.”

“There’s little from an animal we dinnae eat or use,” Hamish added, ferocious pride for his homeland’s self-sufficiency puffing his chest. “And what’s left goes to feed our dogs and pigs. We dinnae let a thing go to waste.”

“Clearly, trade relations with a superior people isn’t listed as one of those things.” Onella sipped at her wine, her gaze boring into him. “But I suppose you’re not privy to such matters, being dead and all.”

A woman part way down the table flung her head back and guffawed.

“He seems very lively for a dead man,” pointed out the woman sitting next to her as her neighbour continued to wheeze.

“Clearly not in the literal sense,” Onella said, her gaze remaining firmly on Hamish. “But it would seem that the news of how the current queen of Tirglas disowned her younger son hasn’t reached all present company.”

Darshan straightened in his chair. “Has it not?” He took up his glass and tapped his forefinger against it, waiting whilst a servant topped up the wine. “What is the rumour mill coming to if it cannot keep up with such trivial concerns?”

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Aldrea Alien is an award-winning, bisexual author of fantasy romance with varying heat levels. Born and raised in New Zealand, she lives on a small farm with her family, including a menagerie of animals, who are all convinced they’re just as human as the next person. Especially the cats. Since discovering a love of writing at the age of twelve, she hasn’t found an ounce of peace from the characters plaguing her mind with all of them clamouring for her to tell their story first.

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Book Title: Let Your Heart Smile 

Author: JB Buell

Publisher: JMS Books

Cover Artist: JM Snyder/JMS Books 

Release Date: July 31, 2021 

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Themes: Hurt/comfort, reunited, pining, happy ending, disability, interracial relationship, different languages, travelling circus, clowns.

Heat Rating:  1 flame   

Length: 15 015 words

It is a standalone story with no cliffhanger.

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Who can make this sad clown smile again?

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Niki Georgiev lives and works in Draganov’s Flying circus as a disabled clown. Each day he paints a smile onto his face, though he hasn’t felt like smiling for some time.

When the circus gets a new act in, flashy stunt bike riders, Niki gets a surprise. His childhood friend Conner Flinn is one of the riders and has returned to the circus a big star.

Niki doesn’t expect Conner to remember him, much less want to spend time with him as he’s just one of the clowns.

But not only does Conner notice Niki, he also asks him to join his act. Will Niki finally have a reason to smile?

Excerpt 

Niki turned around to see it was Conner, flanked by two more people. His stunt team, most likely, as they were all in costume.

The pretty Black woman with curly hair on Conner’s right was in a red catsuit with a zip up front, and white stars down her arms and legs. The cute Black guy on Conner’s left was in a similar suit of blue and white stars, with a deep V-cut on the chest held together by see-through mesh to show off pecs and abs.

And Conner, his suit had the same deep V-cut with the see-through panel, showing off some serious muscle definition there. Niki’s eyes didn’t know where to land. He noticed that Conner’s costume was red, white, and blue like the American flag.

“Niki,” Conner said, gesturing at his companions, “this is Jesse, and Dwight. Guys, this is Niki.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” Jesse said, offering out her hand. “Conner hasn’t shut up about you since we got here.”

Niki was mildly surprised, but he shook hands with her, forever thankful he had his right arm so he didn’t have to offer the wrong hand in social situations.

“Hey, man, how’s it going,” Dwight said, offering his hand next. “Looking forward to hearing any embarrassing stories you got about Conner.”

Niki smiled wickedly. “Oh, there’s plenty of those. Now please tell me you guys wear protective gear when you ride?”

This had them smiling and Dwight pointing a finger at Conner. “I told you people would ask!” Dwight said.

“We do, though,” Conner replied. “Yeah, don’t worry, Niki, we got the proper bike leathers to put on, and helmets of course.”

“Well, good,” Niki said, not quite able to let go of his old health and safety habits. “Make sure you wear them.”

“We will,” Jesse assured him. “We just came out to do some promo so we put on our pretty gear.”

He glanced between Conner and Dwight, then gestured at their chests. “You should cover up all those rippling muscles, there’s kids out here, y’know.”

He was only teasing. All the big acts wore revealing Spandex, that was half the attraction.

Conner and Dwight found his joke highly amusing and laughed about it.

“This is why I have a zip,” Jesse said, tugging the zipper on her chest. “Zip it down a bit for promo, and zip it up again later when there’s kids about. It’s so practical.”

“Yeah.” Dwight laughed. “And you can always tell if Jesse likes someone when the zipper comes down a little more while she’s talking to them.”

Jesse swatted him on the arm as she laughed. “Stop giving away all my secrets, man.”

“Uh, why don’t you guys go on ahead,” Conner said to them. “I’ll catch you up in a minute.”

“Sure, Flinn.” Dwight waggled his eyebrows at Conner, as Jesse pushed him away.

“C’mon, Dwight,” she said, tugging Dwight with her. “It was great meeting you!” she said to Niki as they left.

“You, too,” Niki replied, then looked at Conner. “What’s wrong?”

“Hm?” Conner blinked in confusion. “Nothing’s wrong. Why?”

“Oh. I thought something was wrong?”

“No?” Conner broke into a grin. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” Niki said, as a blush broke out over his face. Never had he been so thankful for his thick clown make-up.

“Do you want to hang out between shows tonight?” Conner asked.

“Um, sure.”

“Great!” Conner grinned at him. “I’ll come find you. Will you be in this outfit?”

“Yes,” Niki said, feeling shy all over again. “I’m Cho-cho the clown now.”

“I like this bit,” Conner said, reaching out to touch the ruffle around Niki’s neck. “You look like that little clown doll my mom used to collect.”

“Pierrot,” Niki said. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“It’s cute.” Conner smiled. “You make a cute clown.”

An approaching parent with a kid interrupted them, and Conner took his cue to leave. He waved to the little kid as he walked by. He really did look amazing in that figure hugging costume.

Niki noticed the mom gape after Conner’s retreating form, and he had to press his lips together so he didn’t smile.

Me, too, lady, he thought.

About the Author 

J.B. Buell is a non binary writer (they/them) of m/m romance and gay rom com stories. They are a cat person, and can’t decide if they’re more of a coffee or tea person but is quite happy to drink both.

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