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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Tea House” by Amanda Meuwissen

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: The Tea House

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher: Amanda
Meuwissen Books

Cover Artist: Amanda
Meuwissen

Release Date: October 1,
2021

Genre: Horror Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Secret identity, secret powers, first love

Themes: Starting over

Heat Rating: 4 flames

***Note that this contains
graphic blood and violence. Dubious consent could also be called out, since one of them is a
monster in disguise, but the couple does end things on a HFN, even really a HEA.

Length: 18 112
words

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

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Every rose has its
thorns.

 

Blurb

Jaime is looking for sanctuary and a new start after
escaping his stepfather. With little money to his name, he doubts he can afford the gorgeous
bed and breakfast he stumbles upon, surrounded by tea roses inside and out. Then Logan,
the handsome young concierge, surprises Jaime with a ‘pay what you can’ policy, and Jaime
is instantly smitten.

Little does Jaime know the Tea House is plagued by rumors
of monsters and disappearances and is known by another name.

Hollow House.

 

Excerpt

“What do you do?” Jaime took his first bite of filet and
nearly had his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Wow.

“I’m an investigative journalist. Sort of. Trying to be. I work
for an online publication focused on the paranormal and unsolved mysteries right now.
That’s why I’m here.”

“Here? For what?”

“There’s local rumors about this place being cursed or
something and having a run of unexplained disappearances. When it’s not the Tea House,
people call it…” Rick glanced around and leaned closer as if sharing a great secret. “Hollow
House.”

Jaime would have laughed, but he couldn’t help the chill
that trickled down his spine. “Hollow? Why that?”

Rick shrugged. “Like a hollow in a tree, I guess. You know, a
bottomless pit that sucks you in and you never leave. Well, some people leave. But there are
stories!”

Jaime relaxed. Stories was probably all it was, and it wasn’t
hard to imagine where they’d come from with an old building like this and all the mystery
around a benefactor. “I’ll let you know if any of the roses start wilting.”

Rick barked a laugh. “Eh, it pays.”

Logan was finishing up serving the family, after taking a few
custom orders for milk and some extra bread. At least the family genuinely seemed nice, all
thanking Logan affably, even the little girl, who couldn’t have been older than four.

As Logan wheeled the food cart back across the room,
Sheila and Gary stopped him to order wine. There must be a limit on glasses the guests
could have because Gary tried slipping a twenty into Logan’s pocket with a request for a
couple bottles, but Logan politely refused and set the bill on the table.

Rick stopped him to ask for a glass of wine too. “You,
Jaime?”

“Oh, um… I like wine, and my mom used to let me have a
glass or two on occasion, but I’m not old enough.” He felt like a preteen having to say that
even though he was almost twenty and hardly a kid.

“Guess you won’t make an exception in this case either,
huh, Mr. Concierge?” Rick grinned Logan’s way.

Logan looked honestly apologetic. “I’m sorry, Jaime,
but—”

“It’s fine,” Jaime broke in. A glass of wine would have been
nice after the day he’d had, but he didn’t want to get Logan in trouble. “Thanks anyway.
Dinner is amazing.”

Logan preened again, and then proceeded to move the cart
into the corner of the room near the door before departing, which still had several covered
plates on it, as if waiting for other patrons.

“Jaime, huh? He’s never used my first name
before,” Rick said with a teasing smirk, and Jaime felt the heat rise in his cheeks. “Don’t
worry. I won’t ask you to try schmoozing for my benefit just coz he likes you. Not that I’m
not tempted. I don’t think I’m ever gonna crack him. I keep trying to catch some of the other
help instead, but they are seriously ghosts. I’ve never seen a single one.”

“Maybe because they’re all really good at their jobs and
like it here,” Jaime offered. It wasn’t hard to tell Logan took great pride in his work. “They
don’t want some reporter getting them fired.”

“Fair.” Rick chuckled. “But a haunting or monster story
exposé could be good for business. People love that stuff! Why do you think I have a job?
Anyway, there’s always at least one unhappy worker. I just need to find them. I was thinking
of staying up as late as I can tonight, maybe take a midnight stroll through the halls. Feel like
joining me?”

Jaime coughed around his next heavenly bite of filet. He
liked Rick. This wasn’t some creep trying to hit on him or get him into trouble, but Rick was
definitely a thrill-seeker and maybe a bit of a bad influence. “I don’t think Logan would be
too happy about that.”

“You like him too, don’t you?” Rick’s grin turned fond older
brother more than pure teasing. “I’m not much of an authority on the subject, but he sure is
pretty. You’re, what? Nineteen, twenty? And he can’t be more than twenty-two. Sounds like
an even match to me.”

“I’m just passing through,” Jaime said with a bashful
chuckle.

Rick caught Jaime’s eye and winked. “Never stopped me.
But I guess that means I can’t convince you to potentially piss pretty boy off, huh?”

“Sorry, I’ll pass.”

“Had to try.”

They enjoyed their meal with Rick telling Jaime about some
of the stories he’d covered in the past. Mostly potential hauntings, and while he had a few
tales of the unexplained happen to him, nothing he’d experienced was concrete evidence of
the paranormal.

Logan brought out the drinks and tended to additional
needs of the guests, including seconds for the family upon request, which Logan provided
from the cart. No matter what Logan was doing, he always passed Jaime a soft smile or
flutter of his long pale lashes whenever their eyes met.

 

About the Author

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 BLAST: “The Deafening Silence” by Amy Tasukada

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Book Title: The Yakuza
Path: The Deafening Silence (Book 4)

Author: Amy
Tasukada

Publisher: ‎ Macarons & Tea Publishing

Release Date: December 1, 2018

Genre: Gay thriller, NOT ROMANCE

Tropes: Bad boys, tragic hero, unrequited love

Themes: Mafia, betrayal

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 235
pages

It can read as a standalone
but you get more if you follow the series.

The book ends on a cliffhanger.

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An unproven alliance. A
broken promise. A mafia boss must shed blood to secure peace…

Blurb

Nao Murata is on the verge of brokering peace between his
syndicate and the Mafufugumi mob. To seal the deal, he’ll need to pick up Russian
prostitutes to appease his newest ally. When the exchange goes sour, both sides draw
blades and Nao has no choice but to care for a blood-soaked enemy. If the man doesn’t
make it through the night, Nao and his crew will pay with their lives.

Outnumbered and stranded in enemy territory, Nao is
forced to fight his way out before the Mafufugumi Godfather takes the deal off the table. As
his wounded enemy’s heartbeat slows, Nao must act fast or condemn his syndicate to a
brutal war.

The Deafening Silence is the fourth book in a series of Japanese mafia thrillers. If you
like twisty action, authentic settings, and a touch of gay romance, then you’ll love Amy
Tasukada’s pulse-pounding series.

Buy The Deafening Silence to immerse yourself in a bloody mafia
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The Yakuza Path Series

BOOK 1 – Blood Stained Tea

BOOK 2 – Better Than Suicide

BOOK 3 – One Thousand Cranes

BOOK 4 – The Deafening Silence

BOOK 5 – Flowers of Flesh and Blood

BOOK 6 – Wrapped in Screams

Releasing in November

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Excerpt

A car’s engine accelerating pulled Aki’s attention away from
the phone. His eyes grew wide as a red Ferrari 458 pulled up in front of him. The sculpted
body and raised headlights on the fenders sent a shiver down Aki’s spine. He was in
love.

The door opened, and Shinji stepped out wearing tight
black jeans and a red plaid coat with a few more zippers than necessary to give it a rocker
vibe. But that car!

“You like it?” Shinji asked, gesturing to the sweetest ride
Aki had been able to get close to in a long time.

“Like it?” Aki ran his hand across the warm hood. “I’m
ready to propose.”

Shinji leaned over beside Aki and tapped the hood. “She
does have one hell of a purr when she’s hot.”

Shinji’s red jacket rode up and revealed jeans hugging his
ass like a second skin. He was showing off, but at the same time, Aki didn’t mind. If Nao
could sleep with some Russian bastard, Aki could stare at the ass of an attractive guy with an
even hotter car.

“You want to drive?” Shinji tossed the keys to Aki, who
caught them in one hand.

“You mean it?”

“I don’t tease—at least not outside the bedroom.”

No other keys ever felt like they belonged in his hand. Aki
shoved the briefcase in the back and slid into the driver’s seat. He brushed his hands over
the fine leather detail. His fingers were made for the steering wheel.

“I always wanted to drive something like this.”

Shinji got beside him. “Murata doesn’t let you drive his
flashy cars?”

Aki laughed. “Domestic brands aren’t known for their
looks.”

“Jun told us he didn’t buy things not made by Japanese
companies, but I didn’t believe him.”

“It’s true—everything from cars to suits. The only foreign
thing he touches is his tea.”

“And a good hooker.”

Aki slammed on the gas, peeling out onto the
street.

“Show-off.” Shinji grinned.

Aki asked, “Where’s the pawn shop?”

Shinji grabbed on to the door and let out a small laugh.
“Good thing we have a deal with the cops.”

“Really? I’ve had a hard time getting ahold of Jun.”

“You have to ask the right person.”

“I see. Who’s the right person?”

“I forgot his name since I just deal with our Russia
allies.”

Aki floored the accelerator, speeding through a changing
light. “Father Murata is disappointed he hasn’t been released yet.”

“Don’t worry. We don’t want to raise suspicion. He’ll be
released by the time we get back from the exchange with the Russians.”

More like get done holding Jun hostage. Nao was right.
Something was off about the whole trip.

Aki slowed to a stop at a red light. The engine purred as if
crying to be set free. Sports cars weren’t meant to be stuck idling.

Shinji pointed. “It’ll be a right at the next light.”

Shinji’s hair fell in his eyes, and he swept it back. Even with
the coat, his biceps bulged. Nao kept his muscles lean, refining them in a boxing ring rather
than lifting weights like Shinji must’ve done to get them so large.

Aki licked his lips. Both were appealing in their own way.
Shinji probably would look hotter pinning Aki’s hands above his head and would have much
more power behind each of his slamming thrusts. He could imagine the marks left on his
back from being banged against the wall. Shinji could mark his body anyway he wanted. A
small moan left the back of Aki’s throat, and if Shinji had heard it, he thankfully didn’t react,
but Aki’s body had.

He blamed it on the car and the way it vibrated when they
stopped. Not the fact that Shinji was objectively the hottest guy who’d ever hit on him
before. Aki hadn’t just imagined what sex with him would be like for a full light
change.

The light switched to green and Aki peeled out, hoping it
would distract Shinji enough not to notice the bulge growing in Aki’s trousers.

About the Author

International best-selling
author Amy Tasukada writes thrilling times of crime, love, and gore. Readers who crave
diverse characters, unique settings, and edge-of-your-seat action will devour her
Yakuza Path series. Readers who seek less blood and more love will swoon
over the Yakuza Path
Romance and Would it Be Okay to Love You? Series. Amy is an atheist, queer author who enjoys drinking tea,
Japanese street fashion and visual kei music. Her calico cat, O’Hara, is never far from her
side. Amy lives in North Texas, but is always planning her next trip to Japan.

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BOOK BLAST: “You’ll be fine” by Jen Michalski. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: You’ll Be Fine

Author: Jen
Michalski

Publisher: NineStar
Press

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: August 2,
2021

Genres: Contemporary F/F Romance, Family comedy, trans
character

Tropes: Comedy of errors, love triangle

Theme: Forgiveness

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 77 900 words/ 343
pages

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

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Second chances don’t


mean repeating the same mistakes

Blurb

After Alex’s mother passes away, Alex takes leave from her
job as a writer for a lifestyle magazine to return home to Maryland and join her brother
Owen, a study in failure to launch, in sorting out their mother’s whimsical, often
self-destructive, life.

While home, Alex plans to profile Juliette Sprigg, an Eastern
Shore restaurant owner and celebrity chef in the making who Alex secretly dated in high
school. And when Alex enlists the help of Carolyn, the editor of the local newspaper, in
finding a photographer for the article’s photo shoot, Alex struggles with the deepening,
tender relationship that blossoms between them as well.

To complicate matters, Alex and Owen’s “Aunt” Johanna,
who has transitioned to a woman, offers to come from Seattle to help with arrangements,
and all hell breaks loose when she announces she is actually Alex and Owen’s
long-estranged father. Can Alex accept her mother and father for who they are, rather than
who she hoped they would be? And can Alex apply the same philosophy to herself?

“An enjoyable story about an adult trying to grow up.” –
Kirkus Reviews

 

 

Excerpt

The last time she’d seen Juliette was high school
graduation. They hadn’t spoken for weeks, and their last names—Sprigg and
Maas—ensured they’d be nowhere near each other in the audience of graduating seniors.
Alex had told Owen and her mother to meet her in the parking lot after the ceremony. She
had no intention of lingering in the high school gym, drinking fruit punch and eating sheet
cake emblazoned with GO SENIORS and CONGRATULATIONS with the other kids who’d
treated her like she was some highly contagious lesbian fungus.

She’d gotten through the first row of cars and spotted her
mother in the fourth row, near the exit, leaning against their Subaru. Her mother wore Ray
Bans and a black fedora, her arms crossed like she was the third Blues Brother or had
materialized from some mid-80s new wave music video. As Alex raised her hand to wave to
her, she felt another hand on her shoulder.

“Alex.” It was Juliette’s mother, Barbara Sprigg. She wore a
floral print dress with a ruffled collar. A small crucifix hugged her thick neck. Her hair was
red like Juliette’s but her face ruddier, plastered with freckles. She smiled. “You’re in a hurry!

Congratulations!”

“Thanks.” Alex glanced over Mrs. Sprigg’s shoulder, saw
Juliette, still in her graduation gown, lagging behind with her father and little sister. “My
mom is taking us out to dinner.”

“Oh, I won’t keep you.” Mrs. Sprigg said, clasping Alex’s
forearm as she did so. “You haven’t been by the house for a long time—Juliette says you’ve
been so busy getting ready for Swarthmore. I’m sure your mother is so proud.”

“Uh huh.” Alex nodded. “I know Juliette is excited to go to
Eastern Shore State.”

“Well, she’s⎯” Mrs. Sprigg glanced over her shoulder,
“never been much of the academic type. I’m just glad I taught her to bake.”

“It’s a shame they didn’t let you guys supply the cakes.”
Juliette’s mother ran a bake shop in town. Even now, she smelled faintly of sugar and
frosting.

“Well, they wanted some asinine discount,” Mrs. Sprigg
snorted. “Because Juliette is a student. Fine, but a 50% discount?”

“It was very nice to talk to you.” Alex tugged her arm away
gently. “But I’ve got to go.”

“Is everything okay at home now, dear?” Mrs. Sprigg
looked in the direction of the Subaru.

“Yes, why?” Alex glanced at Juliette again, her dark red hair,
the few strands that stuck to her lip gloss. Alex wondered if the lip gloss smelled like mint, or
strawberry. She wondered how Juliette’s hair would feel splayed between her fingers at that
moment.

“Okay. I’m glad.” Mrs. Sprigg nodded, and Alex wondered
what Juliette had told her. There was a lot, she thought, she could tell Mrs. Sprigg about
Juliette.

They embraced, a half, light, back-patting hug, their cheeks
brushing.

“Stay away from my daughter,” Mrs. Sprigg murmured into
Alex’s ear. Then, as if nothing happened, Mrs. Sprigg waved vigorously and went to join the
rest of the Spriggs. Stunned, Alex watched them walk toward their Buick. Before they
reached it, Juliette turned her head, her mouth parted, her eyes searching Alex’s. Alex
wondered, for a moment, if she had been too hasty, too harsh, to Juliette, if there was
something salvageable between them.

No, she decided. Her life after high school would be
awesome, and she wouldn’t remember Juliette any more than their high school mascot or
her mom’s boyfriend Lewis. She held up her hand to Juliette, as if to wave. Instead, she gave
her the finger and joined Owen and her mother at the other side of the parking lot.

“Did you just flip someone off?” Her mother lowered her
sunglasses. Her hazel eyes bored into Alex with an unwavering intensity of a gamma ray. “At
graduation?”

“It was Juliette,” Alex murmured, shaking her head. In her
new life, she would be more mature. She felt fears in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have. I
just—”

“Are you kidding?” Her mother grabbed Alex by the
shoulders and looked up at her. She grinned. Alex noted her mother had borrowed her
lipstick. “I’m more proud of that than your stupid diploma.”

Her mother pulled a pack of Benson & Hedges out of
her dark cotton blazer with the rolled-up sleeves and tapped out a cigarette.

“Smoke?” She held out the pack to Alex. “You’re almost
eighteen.”

Alex shook her head. “I don’t want lung cancer.”

“Your choice.” Her mother shrugged, lighting hers. She took
a drag, then exhaled with a flourish. “Welcome to adulthood.”

 

About the Author

Jen Michalski is the author of
three novels, The Summer She Was Under Water, The Tide King (both Black Lawrence Press),
and You’ll Be Fine (NineStar Press), a couplet of novellas entitled Could You Be With Her
Now (Dzanc Books), and three collections of fiction. Her work has appeared in more than
100 publications, including Poets & Writers, The Washington Post, and the Literary
Hub, and she’s been nominated for the Pushcart Prize six times. She lives in Carlsbad,
California, with her partner and dog.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “By the Red Moonlight” by Amanda Meuwissen. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: By the Red Moonlight

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher:
Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: October 5,
2021

Genre: Shifter Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Forbidden love, enemies to lovers, found family

Themes: Destiny

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 221
pages

It is book 1 of a new series
but does not end on a cliffhanger.

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On All Hallow’s Eve when
the sky glows bright…

Blurb

Alpha werewolf, crime boss, and secret Seer Bashir Bain is
neck-deep in negotiating a marriage of convenience with a neighboring alpha when a tense
situation goes from bad to worse. A job applicant at one of Bash’s businesses—a guy who
was supposed to be a simple ex-cop, ex-con tattoo artist—suddenly turns up
undead.

A rogue newborn vampire would have been a big wrench in
Bash’s plans even without his attraction to the man. After all, new vampires are under their
sire’s control, and Ethan Lambert doesn’t even know who turned him. When Bash spares his
life, he opens himself up for mutiny, a broken engagement, and an unexpected—and
risky—relationship.

Ethan just wants a fresh start after being released from
prison. Before he can get it, he’ll need to turn private investigator to find out who sired him
and what he wants. And he’d better do it quick, because the moon is full, and according to
Bash’s prophecy, life and death hang in the balance.

Excerpt

Blood. Not visible, but he could smell it. A lot of it.
Impossible to detect inside the parlor, because it always carried a faint scent of blood due to
the needle work, but outside, Bash had no doubts. Those who knew about him being a Seer
knew his hunches were never wrong.

A man sprinted toward him and was stopped cold when
Bash shot out an arm to catch him by the throat.

No, not a man.

A vampire.

The hiss and growl and snap of fangs made it difficult to
hold the creature at bay, especially since he was strong—incredibly strong. Bash could
barely contain him, which should not have been a challenge as an Alpha against a newborn,
but that’s what this vampire had to be, because Bash recognized him, and he hadn’t been a
vampire a few hours ago. The sire had to be powerful to create a fledgling this strong on its
first night turned.

“A shame we couldn’t offer you that job, Mr. Lambert,”
Bash said evenly. Poor man never even made it out of the neighborhood after his
interview.

Lambert—Ethan Lambert, Bash recalled—snapped
again with a click of fangs. A shame indeed, but this had to be Ethan. Bash would have
known anyone else lurking about these streets, shifter or human, and the young vampire
had natural red hair and a handsome face beneath the raging hunger, just how Siobhan had
described him.

Shifter eyes glowed with power when they gave in to their
true forms, but a vampire’s changed entirely. They shone yellow when fed, amber when
hungry, and red when feral. Ethan’s eyes matched the moon above. What little control he
might have had if he wasn’t a newborn was buried in the back of his mind by the
overwhelming need to feed.

“The hell?” Deanna bellowed from the mouth of the alley,
throwing back her shoulders and letting her fangs and claws extend, her skin darkening to a
deep indigo-black, fur sprouting rapidly across her skin. She was ready to tear the vampire
to pieces as soon as Bash threw him her way, which was what Bash planned to do….

When he caught the glow of the scarlet moon above
Ethan’s head.

Somewhere deep within the red of Ethan’s eyes was green.
Bash couldn’t see it, but he knew, like a vision of the man Ethan had once been, beautiful
and smiling and utterly enchanting.

With a howl, Bash slammed Ethan’s head down into the
pavement once, twice, three times before he stilled.

“What did you do that for?” Deanna growled. “Rip his
damn head off!”

“No,” Bash said, the claws of the hand that had seized
Ethan the only part of him changed, and now that too shifted back. He bent beside Ethan,
whose fangs were still visible with his lips parted, but his eyes were closed, chest still since
he no longer needed to breathe. “We’re bringing him back to the den. I have
questions.”

“What?” Deanna balked, all towering force even as she
shifted human, save the glow of her burning violet eyes. “That’s a vampire, Bash! A
parasite!”

“I’m aware, and we are taking him back with us. Now pick
him up.”

“Fat chance!”

“Deanna, I am your—”

“Fuck you, big shot Alpha! When you’re being an idiot,

you’re just Bash, and you can’t go bringing some fanger home when negotiations with
Russell are heating up. If you ever thought a Halloween was the night, this is the one. Kill the
guy and be done with it.”

That was the easy answer, but if it was easy, why bother
with a prophecy? When had a vampire even entered Bash’s city? And what did it want? It
couldn’t be a coincidence that Ethan had been turned and left on Bash’s doorstep.

Vampires were vermin, an infestation to be rid of if even
one was discovered in pack territory. As they aged, they became far stronger than shifters,
which was why they had to be eradicated before they spread, or they might take over. They
were messy and foolish and too easily made feral, just like their wild newborns. Better to kill
them on sight, always. Bash couldn’t even remember the last time a vampire had been
spotted in Centrus City.

But if the prophecy meant for Bash to kill Ethan, why have
his art so entrancing? Why have his eyes cut through Bash like bullets? Why have every part
of Bash’s instincts screaming at him that killing was not the answer? There were too many
connecting pieces for him to take the easy route like his father would have in his
place.

“Pick him up. If I’m right, my future betrothed never needs
to know.”

“Yeah,” Deanna scoffed despite bending to do as ordered,
“and if you’re wrong, we’re all screwed.”

About the Author

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: Wicked Lovely (The Black Blade Chronicles, Book
1)

Author: J.K.
Hogan

Publisher: Euphoria
Press

Cover Artist: J.K. Hogan @
www.wickedpixeldesigns.com

Release Date: October 12,
2021

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers

Themes: Adventure/quest (kind of Game of Thrones-esque but
queer)

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 90 000
words

It is the first book in the
series and not a standalone story. There will be an
HEA over a three-book arc. The first book isn’t quite a cliffhanger, more of a
to be continued ending.

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“Coming soon from the
mind of romance author J.K. Hogan: a new series that combines the adventure and magic of
epic fantasy with the enchantment of romance.”

Blurb

Darkness grows in the realm of Taleth. To the west, a
power-hungry despot schemes to conquer kingdoms and territories alike by chasing an
ancient elven prophecy that could give him the power to rule all. In the east, after a prince’s
murder goes years unanswered, a princess learns there was much more to her brother’s
death—and to her life—than she realized.

The House of Kjenelach is shaken to its foundation when
Princess Sigrid is stolen away. Her faithful guardian, Sir Senne Clayward, reluctantly accepts
help from his nemesis, a notorious halfling mercenary of questionable morals—but
indispensable tracking skills—called Kasimir vas Hjardar.

Kasimir makes his living hunting monsters, both creatures
and men. While he exists outside the law, he lives by his own unassailable code of honor. At
the top of that list: never harm a child. When he turns down a contract to kidnap Sigrid and
later finds out she was taken by someone else, he offers his help to the prickly knight tasked
with protecting her.

Together, they embark upon a journey across the continent
to save Sigrid and foil King Prosper’s plans to conquer Taleth. The way is fraught with
dangers and pitfalls, from supernatural beasts to Senne’s deathly fear of magic, but they
must not fail, for Sigrid may very well be the savior of the realm: the long prophesied
Aisnellach Fuil. Somehow, the two men must set their differences aside and work together
to rescue Sigrid, and possibly find love along the way.

About the Author

J.K. Hogan has been telling
stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for
her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, she found her true
passion. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her
stories as she writes them.

J.K. resides in North Carolina
with her husband, two sons, and their pets. If she isn’t writing, J.K. can be found designing
book covers at Wicked Pixel Designs, creating fiber art and supplies at Earthbound Fiber Arts
watching Hurricanes Hockey and, of course, reading!

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Book Title: Wheels Down (Food Truck Warriors #5)

Author: Beth
Bolden

Publisher: Beth Bolden
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Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Designs

Release Date: September 30,
2021

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, forced proximity, found family

Themes: Forgiveness, acceptance, friendship

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 76 000
words

It is not a standalone story. It
is the fifth book in the Food Truck Warriors series.

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Shaw isn’t his
friend—until Ross discovers he’s so much more.

Blurb

Ross Stanton is having a bad week—a bad month—really, a
bad year. But the last thing he wants, after the betrayal of his friend and business partner, is
for anyone else to know just how much he’s fighting for survival.

He’s struggling to keep his food truck and to maintain
appearances, but what Ross doesn’t realize is that Shaw Finley, the bartender from the
Funky Cup, has seen right through his charade.

Shaw offers the couch in his apartment over the bar,
suggesting that saving money on rent might help salvage Ross’ failing prospects.

Even though he doesn’t really consider them friends, Ross
discovers that Shaw is great to talk to, easy to look at, and he likes him. Late nights
and lazy mornings and evenings with only the polished wood of the bar between them lead
to an attraction that Ross can’t deny—and that Shaw doesn’t even try to.

But falling in love isn’t as easy as falling into bed together,
and Ross isn’t even sure what he feels is love, until he figures out that it
couldn’t possibly be anything else.

Excerpt

Shaw removed his glass, replaced it with a full cup of water and ice, and then a moment
later he was back, with a plate full of delicious-smelling food.

“Steak and mushroom hoagie, with horseradish aioli,” Shaw said, depositing it in front of
him, “and our famous sweet potato fries.”

“They’re famous?” Ross wondered, even as he realized he had heard people
talking about them.

“According to our Yelp reviews,” Shaw said. “Can I grab you anything else?”

Ross was about to ask for napkins, because the sandwich looked absolutely delicious but
also messy, but then one appeared next to him, like Shaw had known he’d need
it.

“I think I’m good, thanks,” Ross said, and picked up the sandwich. It had a surprising heft to
it, and he had to give Jackson and Shaw credit—they’d revamped the kitchen and the work

they’d put in showed. When he took a bite, he was even more impressed, half a dozen
flavors exploding across his tongue as he chewed spiced sliced steak working in perfect
complement to the earthiness of the mushrooms.

“You’re nodding over there,” Shaw said, his voice teasing. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

Ross finished chewing and swallowed. “Really good,” he said. “I’m impressed.”

“Wow,” Shaw said, looking surprised. Too surprised.

“Am I really that notorious?” Ross asked, before he thought better of it. He ate a handful of
sweet potato fries and they were really good too. “That picky?”

He didn’t really want to hear the answer; he really didn’t want to hear Shaw’s
answer.

“Not exactly notorious,” Shaw said, returning to slicing his lemons.

“Then what exactly?”

Shaw sighed and put down the knife.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he said with resignation.

“I am?”

Ross almost told him to forget it. After all, hearing the truth was probably not going to be all
that enlightening and might actually make the next few months of living together
uncomfortable.

Shaw smiled then, and it wasn’t the same smile he gave to all the random guys at the bar. It
was softer, sweeter, more genuine somehow. Ross had never seen it before, and it hit him
somewhere deep, a place where he hadn’t felt much of anything in years.

Maybe the last time had been when his grandmother had smiled at him, over pots and pans
and pie dishes.

“You gotta know that you’ve got the best food at that whole lot,” Shaw said. “Objectively.
The other food there is good, don’t get me wrong, but those guys? You know
why they keep you at arm’s length? They’re all terrified of you, though they’d rather die
than admit it. You’re brilliant. You should be working in the best, the fanciest, the most
expensive restaurants, and instead you’ve got this food truck and it’s just amazing. Every
time I go to Basket, I’m blown away.”

“And,” Shaw continued, leaning over, his blue eyes twinkling again, and Ross’ breath caught
in his throat, “you’re gonna get me in trouble, because Jackson would have my ass for not
thinking Alexis serves the best food on the lot.”

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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Book Title: CLUBBED: A Story of Gay Love: Trials, Tribulations and
Triumphs

Author: Robert A.
Karl

Publisher: Robert A.
Karl

Cover Artist: Hussnain
Designz

Release Date: April 13,
2021

Genre: Gay Historical Fiction

Themes: Coming Out, LGBTQ+ Community, Gay Club Life, Marriage
Equality, AIDS

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 74 547 words/ 246
pages

This is the first book in a
planned series of three. It does end on a
cliffhanger. This book mostly explores gay life before the AIDS pandemic began. The book
ends just as HIV is beginning to infect the gay community.

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Everyone at the club has a
story, and every story deserves to be told.

Blurb

Sex. Drugs. Lust. Courage. Loyalty. Betrayal. Drag Divas.
Hustlers. Porn. Gogo Boys. Anything is possible at the gay club scene. Even LOVE.

Joey, fresh from the suburbs, gets involved in the gay club
scene in Philadelphia during the late 1970s and early 80s. He shares the stories of a diverse
cast of characters, including his own special love story. Everyone at the club has a story, and
every story deserves to be told.

Excerpt

Once the team meeting was over, everyone left except for
me and Henry. I poured us a couple drinks while he climbed up the steps to the DJ booth,
turning the music up to a blast and starting the light show. He came down with a backpack,
carrying it to the middle of the dance floor, where he started unpacking, spreading a blanket
and a couple of pillows on the floor.

“We gonna sleep here?” I asked innocently, knowing what
his intentions were.

“Maybe,” Henry answered, with a wink. We sat
cross-legged on the blanket, surrounded by music and lights, as I raised my drink and
offered a toast. “To us and our gay sanctuary!” I said, clinking our glasses and drinking up. In
the next instant, Henry was on top of me, tearing at my clothes and grinding into me, kissing
me with the hot passion of youth.

A minute later, I was totally naked, on my stomach, with
Henry on top of me, penetrating me as he sucked on my neck so hard I knew that I’d have a
hot hickey the next day. He started slowly, rhythmically moving his hips as he dug his way
deeper and deeper inside me.

He knew what I liked and how I liked to be treated. He
whispered hoarsely in my ear, grunting earnestly, as he called me his little bitch, his ho, his
pussyboy, telling me that he owned my ass and more.

As he was forcing me to answer “Yes, Sir!” to his questions,
demanding I answer louder and louder each time, we suddenly heard the door to the men’s
room in the back open. Apparently, two of the new bartenders had decided to spend a little
quality time in there, enjoying a quick encounter after everyone else had left. When they
saw what was going on, with Henry dominating me thoroughly, they hurried towards the
exit, giggling the entire way.

“Good night, Boss!” they called out in unison.

“Good night, boys, see you tomorrow,” Henry answered, as
he kept his strong hand tight against my mouth so I could only remain silent.

“You know I’m the real boss, right?”

“Yes, Sir” was my immediate answer, as he shook in
spasms, coming to his climax, seeding me right there on the dance floor.

The grand opening finally arrived at 10 PM the next night. I
made sure that all the team members were in their proper positions, and I made a grand
gesture as I flung open the door – that big beautiful red door – to NOTHING. No one was
there to hit the new club at the very first minute.

“Calm down,” I thought to myself. I had to remind myself
that this is an after hours club, and who really would go to a place like this at 10 PM? The
real action at the regular bars wouldn’t even really get started for another hour at
least.

So the DJ kept spinning up in his booth, along with the
lighting tech controlling the lasers. The bartenders tried to keep themselves busy, wiping
down the bars and rinsing glasses that were already clean.

11 PM, still nothing. I was starting to get a little nervous.
Did we do all this for nothing? I was a small town guy in the big city. Maybe this was a dumb
idea.

Henry came over to talk and he was his usual self, full of
positivity. He told me that he personally knew over 100 guys who had promised to show up
for the first night.

At about 12:15 AM, a group of four guys finally came in
through the door. A feeling of sweet relief came over me that at least we had a few
customers, though I could see the disappointed look on their faces as they realized they
were the only people there. But that quickly changed as guys started to trickle in, slowly at
first, then turning to a steady stream.

By 1:30 AM, the club was more than half full, with the line
of customers waiting to get in getting longer with each passing minute. By the time the bars
in the Gayborhood closed at 2 AM, groups of rowdy, drunken gay men were making their
way a few blocks north, turning our grand opening into a truly grand night for
Sanctuary.

As the night progressed, I was drinking a little too heavily,
getting excited as I watched the crowd from the DJ booth. While it was a mostly white
crowd, I was happy that it wasn’t exclusively white, signaling that an integrated club just
might be acceptable in this town. Despite my drunkenness, I noticed a few details that
surprised me.

About the Author

Robert A. Karl is a native son
of Philadelphia, PA, the City of Brotherly Love. He earned his M.Ed. from Temple University
and worked for the School District of Philadelphia as a teacher and technology specialist for
30 years. He also taught courses in Educational Technology at the Temple University College
of Education.

Losing many friends to the
AIDS pandemic dramatically altered his world. Living in the LGBTQ community provided the
historical background for his first novel. His work is a tribute to the incredible diversity in the
LGBTQ community.

Currently retired and living in
San Juan, PR, he is the proud Gay Dog Dad to Zuna, the Awesome Boston Terrier.

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Book Title: Lillian and the Italians

Author:  David Gee

Publisher:  The Conrad Press

Cover Artist: Charlotte Mouncey

Release Date:  April 11, 2021

Genres: 1960s Mafia Romance/Romance Thriller

Tropes: Bi-guys and their parents

Themes: Mother comes to terms with finding her son is bisexual

Heat Rating:  2 flames       

Length: 101 000 words/ 366 pages

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

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Venice, Amalfi – secrets and danger

Blurb

Looking for her wayward son in 1960s Italy, an English widow encounters revelations and begins a dangerous romance.

In Venice Lillian Rutherford meets the ex-gigolo who has shared the last four years of Andrew’s life; his disclosures force her to confront a side of her son that she never suspected – he is bisexual. Going on to Amalfi, she meets the charismatic Prince Massimo Monfalcone, whose gay playboy son is being held to ransom in Corsica with Andrew. Massimo distracts Lillian with his life story: his first wife was murdered in a Sicilian blood-feud; his second wife killed herself because of his infidelity. As they wait for news of their sons, a bond grows between Lillian and the Prince…

Excerpt 

Massimo led her across to a wooden bench overlooking the steps down to the platform of rock and the barely whispering sea. ‘I love this house,’ he said as they sat down, ‘but the Amalfi coast doesn’t have much to offer the boys compared to Sardinia or some of the other jet-set hang-outs. Positano used to be chic but it’s become very touristy.’

‘At their age a touristy place ought to be what they’d want: discotheques and bars.’ 

‘Fausto’s happier in a crypt full of old ledgers, and Fabio prefers to be seen where it’s fashionable to be seen. If he was hanging about in low dives with working-class types and slumming tourists I’d be worried about his security. There’s safety in numbers with his rich society friends, but I do worry that he may acquire a taste for dangerous vices.’

Lillian took a deep breath that owed nothing to the steps. She said: ‘I hope Andrew won’t be a bad influence on him.’

Massimo stared deep into her eyes. He said: ‘On the contrary, he may be a better influence than some of the crowd he usually hangs around with. Your son has a certain amount of culture and sophistication. Perhaps some of that will rub off on Fabio.’

‘Have you met my son?’

He nodded. ‘At Fabio’s birthday party in Siena last April. I didn’t stay long, I didn’t want to spoil his fun with his young friends, but, yes, I met Andrew. He has a lot of charm and although he pretends to be shallow and cynical, I could see that he was a man of sensitivity and deep feelings underneath.’ He paused, still looking at her. ‘The sensitivity he gets from you, I’m quite sure. The shallowness is, I think, a thing of his own making. His looks come from his father’s side, I guess, but there’s something that connects you and him just as there is with me and Fabrizio although he’s the image of his mother. That something, that connection, is what has brought you to Italy. I would go to the ends of the earth for either of my sons.’

A driver tooted his impatience on the next headland. Lillian’s eyes were filmed with tears which she managed not to shed. ‘We’re keeping them waiting,’ she said, gesturing at the group of men at the car.

‘They are paid to wait,’ he said bluntly. ‘This is an important moment for you, for us.’ He took her right hand and held it between both of his. ‘Lillian, if you need to cry, you should cry. There can be no shame between us, the parents of two difficult sons.’

Freeing her hand, she took another deep breath. ‘My son is homosexual,’ she said, meeting his penetrating gaze.

‘I know this,’ he said.

‘He’s more than twice the age of your – Fabio.’ The boy’s name was finally fixed in her mind. ‘He may – corrupt him.’

Massimo smiled into her eyes. ‘My dear Lillian, it’s possible that my useless son will “corrupt” Andrew, who has given up the practice of interior design to go sailing with him. My son too seems to be homosexual. Of course at seventeen he may grow out of it, although I think not in his case. It’s a disappointment, but there are worse things he could be.’

‘I can’t think of many,’ said Lillian wretchedly.

He mocked her with a gentle laugh and patted her hands. ‘By the time I was seventeen I’d made love to every available girl in our village as well as some of their mothers and even some of their brothers.’ Lillian, with an effort, managed not to look shocked. ‘I was lucky,’ he continued. ‘Girls were supposed to be virgins until they married, but a surprising number of them were available for the grandson of Don Massimo Monfalcone. For many Sicilian boys to this day homosexual activity is one of the more respectable ways of acquiring a bit of experience before marriage.’

Lillian supposed he was hinting at some form of degeneracy that was thankfully beyond the reach of her imagination. ‘I shouldn’t be telling you this,’ he apologized. ‘I’m trying to make the point that boys do things they mostly grow out of. I did. Andrew apparently hasn’t. Maybe Fabio will, maybe he won’t, but whatever happens I don’t think your son will have much to do with it.’

‘Between you and Carlo I seem to be getting a whole new sexual education at the age of fifty,’ she said.

He laughed again. ‘Is that how old you are? One would never think so.’

About the Author 

David Gee has worked in London and the Persian Gulf. His previous novels include Shaikh-Down and The Bexhill Missile Crisis, a prequel to Lillian and the Italians. He lives on the UK south coast near Brighton. His website and blog are at: www.davidgeebooks.com

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