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Book Title: Disowned
Royal (Club Royal Book
4)

Author and Publisher: Elouise
East

Cover Artist: Designs by Tina
Løwen

Release Date: June 2,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, Daddy/little, hurt/comfort, famous person
chooses commoner

Themes: Family trying to hurt those the MCs love,

Heat Rating: 3 – 4 flames

Length: approx 82 000 words/
295 pages

It can be read as a standalone
but it is recommended the other books are read first.

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger, but there is an overarching storyline that goes through the series.

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US | Amazon UK

Book 1 (Rogue Royal) will be on sale from June 2 –
5

An ex-Army prince must
protect the man he loves from his treasonous family

Blurb

Life couldn’t get any more twisted and convoluted if it tried.
Christian hates his parents as much as they hate him, but he never expected them to throw
him in a cell when he blurted out he was bisexual. Their public image is important to them
because it hides the transgressions they’ve subjected many people to over the years. People
Christian mourn every day because he couldn’t save them. Reading is an escape, and one
place gives him the solitude he needs to shore his defences – and the view isn’t too bad
either.

Oscar is living his dream. The owner of a beautiful cafe
slash bookshop slash library, he is never happier than when he is working, which is all the
time. When Prince Christian becomes a regular, Oscar tries to stop his attraction to him, but
the man is like a god. A haunted god, but nonetheless. His scrutiny of the man means he
notices when Christian nears breaking point, but he has no idea what to do about it.
Christian offers to find him a Daddy, but Oscar hesitates. Does Christian really want to help
or is he feeling sorry for him?

When their attraction persuades Christian to take the role
of Oscar’s Daddy for himself, can he keep Oscar safe when he goes up against the people
who wish to harm those they love?

This is an MM book containing BDSM scenes and D/s
dynamics in all forms. It also has lots of loving, friendships, family drama and, of course, a
HEA.

Excerpt

“Would you like some company?” he asked.

Christian smiled. “Sure. Have a seat.”

“I don’t have to if you want some peace. I didn’t realise Hilary
had…”

“Sit down, little one,” Christian murmured.

Oscar slid into the seat opposite him, pulling his cup and cake
towards him. He was quiet for a moment before he peered at Christian again. “Does it
hurt?”

Christian chuckled. “A little. Eating is tiresome because it makes
my jaw ache, but I can manage.”

“Are your ribs the same?” Raising his eyebrows, Christian tilted
his head. “I saw you wince a couple of times.”

“Yes. My ribs are decorated like a rainbow at present.”

Oscar gasped. “Should you be resting?”

“If I didn’t get out of there, I would’ve gone mad. I’ve been
‘resting’ for days already.” He focused on his coffee, taking a sip.

Oscar bit his lip to stop from asking what happened. Instead,
he used his fork to cut a piece of his cake and slide it into his mouth. The chocolate cake was
delicious, and the reason he always had his supplier make an extra cake so he could take one
home. He counted it as part of his wages. It didn’t help that he had a sweet tooth,
something his Daddy would need to help him with when he had one who stayed longer than
a night.

“What are you thinking about?” Christian asked.

Oscar opened the eyes he hadn’t realised he’d closed and
studied him. Then he stared at his cake, pushing crumbs from one side to the other. He
huffed a laugh. “I was thinking that I needed my Da…” He glanced over his shoulder. “I
needed my Daddy to make sure I didn’t eat too many sweet things. I have something of a
problem.”

Christian laughed. “Working in a cafe is probably not the best
idea.”

“Don’t I know it. I’m sure my trousers are getting tighter by the
day.”

“You look fine to me. I bet being on your feet all day balances
the sweet addiction. I bet it’s not as bad as Henry and George, anyway.”

“Why?”

Christian put his mug down and curled his hands around it.
“Henry loves fudge. Any flavour, any shape. Just fudge. If he had his way, he’d eat it every
day. As for George, his addiction to love heart sweets easily pays a factory worker’s annual
salary.”

Oscar chuckled. “I don’t feel so alone now.”

“You’d fit right in, don’t you worry.”

Oscar’s heart jumped with Christian’s words, though he knew
the prince didn’t mean anything by them. There was no way he would fit in with royalty.

“I will be speaking tomorrow to a couple of people who might
be interested in your…situation,” Christian said. “I will hopefully have more news for you
tomorrow.”

Oscar swallowed hard, ignoring the pang in his stomach when
he thought about someone else being with him. He couldn’t have a prince. “Thank you.” He
drank his coffee, shoving down the feelings his traitorous body was bringing to the
surface.

“What’s wrong?”

Oscar glanced up. “What?”

“You seem sad. Has something happened?”

“No, nothing. I’m okay.”

Christian narrowed his eyes on him, and Oscar fidgeted in his
seat, wanting to make himself smaller. Not because Christian was intimidating, but because
Oscar’s brain was already associating Christian with being a Daddy and someone he didn’t
want to upset. He wanted to be good for him, even though they didn’t have that type of
relationship.

“Oscar?”

He lifted his gaze to where his name had been called, and
Hilary waved for him. He stood. “I have to get back to work. I’m glad you’re okay.” Oscar
stepped away but turned back when Christian said his name softly.

“I’ll find someone. I promise.”

About the Author

I am Elouise East but feel free
to call me Elli. I write sweet and steamy connections in gay romance. I also touch on taboo
stories under the name Elouise R East.

Books that tell the stories
where friendship and family are the focal point – be it blood family or chosen – is very
important to me. That’s why I include a variety of personalities, talents, ages, situations and
abilities as I believe a story or a character needs. I want my characters to be real, to be
relatable, to be free to have whatever views they tell me they have. And trust me, most of
the time, I do not have any say in the matter!

My characters come to life on
the page for me as well as my readers. Their stories unfold in front of me, and I have very
little input into how they want to be shown. Just like real life, the lives of my characters
change with every choice, every interaction and every conversation. And I wouldn’t have it
any other way.

I write books that are
emotionally realistic, even if liberties are taken with other aspects of my stories. I don’t
know any other way to write. It comes from deep inside.

Who am I? A single parent to
two children who make life worth living. An avid reader who still devours every book she can
get her hands on. A student of learning about any subject that takes her fancy. An author of
books she would read herself. And a romantic at heart who loves anything cheesy.

Who’s in?

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RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Finding Forever Boxed Set

Author: Marie
Sinclair

Publisher: Sin Books
Ink

Cover Artist: LC
Chase

Release Date: May 25,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

Book 1 prequel – A Winter’s Dance – (Finding Forever
#0.5) – is a learning to love story

Book 1 – A Kind of
Forever – Second chance at love, hurt/comfort;

Book 2 prequel – Nothing Like a Summer Romance – (Finding Forever
#1.5) – is a first time for everything, summer romance story.

Book 2 – Nothing
Like Forever – Soulmates to partners, can’t live with him/can’t live without him;

Book 3 – Forever After
– Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, bi-awakening.

Themes: Love finds a way even with challenging
circumstances

Heat Rating: 4 flames

The novels are standalone,
obviously the prequels are not. The prequels do not need to be read to enjoy the novels.
There are no cliffhangers.

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

The men of the Finding
Forever series will set your heart on fire (and possibly your Kindle too)

Blurb

Whether it’s overcoming a twelve-year separation and
trauma, figuring out a complex and confusing identity, or learning to see beyond the surface
to the heart of gold inside, these three novels and two novellas by Marie Sinclair show how love survives and flourishes even in
the darkest of times.

For Ry and Cart (A Winter’s
Dance and A Kind of Forever), saying I love you for the first time didn’t work out the way fairy tales told
them it would. Together in college, they are accidentally outed by a photograph taken at an
LGBTQ protest, and separated by Ry’s conservative family. Twelve years later, they’re
reunited, but Cart quickly realizes that Ry is no longer the carefree, sensual lover he knew
when they were younger. Something haunts and torments Ry, making him run from Cart
who has to decide if he’s willing to risk his damaged heart for another chance at
love.

When Jake and Micah met (Nothing
Like a Summer Romance), there was an
instant connection. The month they spent together during summer break was full of first
times for Micah. First kiss. First love. First time doing drag. He’s pretty sure he wants Jake to
be his first for everything, but Jake’s not so sure he can do a relationship.
Nothing Like Forever charts the ins and outs and ups and downs of the twenty years it takes them to figure
out that Jake is aromantic and that happily ever after doesn’t have to look a certain way.

After an apartment fire leaves Diego homeless, Jake gives
him a place to stay. The only problem, Alex is already living there. In Forever
After, Alex and Diego navigate a bumpy road built
from bad first impressions, misunderstandings, and close proximity. When Alex’s 13-year old
comes out as trans and moves across the country to live with him, Alex sees a different side
to queer youth counselor Diego, and the two discover an attraction that burns hotter the
more they get to know each other.

Excerpt

It was four in the morning, and for the first time since Diego
had woken up, the enormity of what had happened washed over him. His home was gone.
Everything he owned except for the clothes on his back and what he had in his go-bag was
likely damaged by smoke and water, even if the fire hadn’t reached his apartment, so all that
was gone as well. He was a small dot in the vastness of San Francisco, and the panic he’d
pushed aside in favor of helping others began to surface.

Where to find an apartment he could afford was a question for
later; Diego’s immediate issue was a place to stay right now. His first thought, of course, was
his family. He was the youngest of five siblings, as well as the only boy, and had countless
uncles and aunts and cousins living in the Bay Area. Any one of them would put him up if he
asked. His parents would be happy to have him move back home. Actually, they’d be ecstatic
to have him under their roof, but his mother would be especially pleased to have him back
where she could express her concern over his love life and try to play matchmaker with
every gay man her friends knew.

Jake was an option, though not a great one. He had two places,
the bungalow on Great Highway and the Victorian he’d inherited from his father in the inner
Richmond. Once the renovation work had been completed back in November, Jake and his
boyfriend, Micah, had moved into the Richmond house, which meant the bungalow was
theoretically perfect. Diego was sure Jake would let him stay in the guest room as long as he
needed, but Diego wasn’t sure how long he couldstay because Alex was already
living there while he did some long overdue renovations on the place.

Diego winced as he remembered hitting on Alex at a friend’s
wedding last summer. The sight of Alex backing into a tray of champagne flutes and the
shatter of glass as they hit the group, not to mention the horrified and angry look on Alex’s
face, was not something Diego wanted to see again. So, no, Diego would not be asking Jake
for a place to stay.

With no other viable options coming to mind, he called Cart,
apologized for waking him, then asked if any of the apartments above the center were
open.

“The resident’s unit is being repainted, and Xave and Ess are
moving in there as soon as it’s ready.” Cart suppressed a yawn. “Sorry. If you can stand the
fumes, it’s got a bed.”

“I’ll open the windows. Thanks, man.” Diego shouldered his
backpack and began walking toward the Castro and the youth center.

“I’d offer our place, but Jen and Stephen are here with the
baby while theirs is being worked on. Try Jake in the morning. Between his two places, he’s
gotta have an extra room.”

“I’ll do that. Thanks,” Diego told him, but he’d figure something
else out. He wouldn’t share a house with someone who hated him if it were the last place on
Earth available to him.

About the Author

Marie Sinclair is a queer
writer living in San Francisco. Though she’s been a writer all her life, it wasn’t until she
stumbled upon MM romance that she knew she’d found a home for herself and all the
characters in her head.

Her focus is on contemporary
romance, usually on the steamy side. While HEAs are guaranteed, it will always take some
work for the couples to get there, and it might not look the way they expected at the
beginning. As a member of the LGBTQ+ community, Marie believes in rooting her stories in
the real world of queer culture and showing how love can survive even in challenging
times.

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Book Title: French Kiss
(Flying into Love #1)

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
KAM Design

Release Date: May 30,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Opposites Attract, Instalust, Age Gap, Forced Proximity

Themes: Coming out, Found Family

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 58 000 words/232
pages

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

This is the first in a new series
of standalone novels. The second book is due out in June.

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Can a French kiss persuade
an uptight Englishman to leave his city behind and start a new life in rural
France?

Blurb

Clean-cut London businessman Dale Calverley doesn’t do
relationships.

Rugged French handyman Valentin Aubrey doesn’t do city
men.

When Dale hires Valentin to help him fix up his inherited
farmhouse estate in rural France and sell to the highest bidder, sparks fly.

Complete opposites, can they really expect their insta-lust
to last beyond the storm that forces them together?

But how can Dale walk away from a man so alluringly rogue
as Valentin Aubrey?

And how can Valentin expect a man so money-orientated to
throw away his career and stay in the wilderness with him?

French Kiss (Flying into Love #1) is a
Contemporary, Age-Gap, Hurt/Comfort, Forced Proximity MM Romance featuring an uptight
English businessman with a preference for nameless hook ups and a rugged half-French
handyman with a chequered past.

Excerpt

Stomach knotting, roiling, fluttering, Dale laid eyes on
Valentin, axe held high over his head then swinging down to slice through chopped wood
balancing on a tree stump. If that wasn’t the most spectacular thing Dale had ever seen in
his entire life, he had no idea what was. He held his breath, lurking on the periphery and
willing himself not to be seen. He wanted to watch. He wanted to gaze on that sight without
fear. He wanted nothing more than to stare as though it was a show just for him.

Valentin threw a chopped log onto a pile, wiping the sweat
from brow with his plaid shirt sleeve and smearing mud across his face. He then set another
on the stump and swung the axe. Voracious hunger surged through Dale as Valentin grunted,
thrashing the blade down into the log. It was so barbaric. So feral. So wild Dale had to inhale
a tantric breath. Flustered and ravenous, Dale lost all rational thought. He hadn’t seen
anything like it before and his cock throbbed, unveiling his voyeuristic side and exposing him
to his type.

He stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Valentin stopped, then undid his shirt, wriggling it down his
arms to drop to the ground, luscious, tanned torso now on display with those Angel-wing
tattoos for Dale to feast upon. If Dale thought his heart had been pounding before, it then
tripled pace. Valentin was so ripped. So defined. So masculine, and every outline of strength
and sinew on his back, his chest, his stomach, his decorated arms as he lifted the axe and
yielded it to cut through solid timber, had Dale’s pulse racing.

Dale’s throat dried as animalistic desire raged through him,
inflating both want and need. His dick stiff and rigid, demanding to see for itself, Dale could
do nothing but stand and stare.

Valentin glanced up, maybe sensing he was being watched.
Was that a hunting instinct? He blinked, a cloudy rush of breath billowing from his lips as he
exhaled into the mist. God, he was so savage. So rugged and raw. Dale should move. He
should shake himself out and move. He should make up some utter bullshit of why he was
standing there that wasn’t salivating over him chopping logs. He should pretend he’d heard
something. He should, at the very least, stop staring.

But what he wanted to do was take Valentin by the neck
and kiss him.

Valentin threw the axe to the ground, grabbing his shirt and
sliding it on as he jogged toward him. “Dale,” he said, breath light and airy, so unlike the
atmosphere between them, laden with desperation.

Dale couldn’t speak. All words caught in his throat at the
sight, at the scent, at the scorching skin exposed on Valentin’s chest that Dale
wanted—needed—to touch. He’d never felt anything like this. Ever. It was so all-consuming.
Mesmerising. Bewitching. It was so beyond any rationality and reason that Dale couldn’t
comprehend what was happening to him.

“Dale?” Valentin searched him. “Are you okay?”

Dale forced himself to nod, breathing out a deep and
rumbling, “Mmm, hmm.”

“Sorry if I woke you. There’s a storm heading for us. Needed
wood for the fire. It might pass us, but it’s worth stocking up the fuel while we can.”

Dale inhaled. All he could smell was Valentin. His sweat. His
musk. His beard. Dale never wanted to breath in anything else again.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Valentin frowned, then without
a hint of warning he placed a palm to Dale’s forehead, his touch sending shockwaves
sparking through him.

Dale gripped Valentin’s wrist, digging fingertips into him,
holding his hand where it was. “Valentin.”

Valentin held his gaze. “Dale,” he breathed out. “I don’t
want to make the same mistake twice.”

Dale dropped his arm to his side but refused to let go of
Valentin’s wrist.

“Don’t make me.” Valentin’s voice was soft, shaky, filled
with fear and worry yet had an undeniable growl of want. As though he was struggling to
control himself. He trembled, glancing to their locked hands as he uttered with caution, “Je
te veux.”

About the Author

Brought up in a relatively
small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do
and fail—leave.

Studying at a West London
university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much
like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly search for
the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with
chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where
the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead
of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down
coffee.

Eventually she moved West to
East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit
of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a
life, a home and a family.

After her second son was
born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and it brought pen back to and paper
after having written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the
world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, C F White can’t stop.

So strap in, it’s going to be a
bumpy ride.

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