RELEASE BLITZ: “David’s Disaster” by TL Travis. $20.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!


Book Title: David’s Disaster – Embrace the Fear 2 (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022)

Author and Publisher: TL

Cover Artist: Natasha

Release Date: November 11,

Genre: MM Rockstar romance

Tropes: Daddy

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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


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For David Jordan life was close to

His band, Embrace the Fear,
were living the rock ‘n roll dream as an up-and-coming band under Masterson Management.
They weren’t rolling in the dough like the guys from Social and Maiden were, but things
were good.

Outside of his love life that

David wasn’t a player, unless you
count video games. He grew up in a middle-class family. Both his parents worked and were
supportive of him in every way. To this day they were still head over heels in love with each


The one thing missing from
David’s life was the same kind of connection his parents had.

But David’s needs were a bit
unorthodox and not always welcome with guys closer to his age. Would an older man look
past the number and trust David to take care of them—body and soul?

Jordan Wright has a thriving
business thanks to being awarded the contract to manage the catering for Rocktoberfest for
a second year.

He’s thrilled to be back at the
venue again—maybe this is the year something special will happen, although he’s not
counting on it.

Since Jordan’s last failed attempt
at a relationship, he’s sworn only to engage in meaningless hook-ups.

But Jordan longs for a daddy of
his own.

Will he ever be able to open his
mind, and his heart, again? Enough to trust another man, not only with his body, but to
catch him when he falls.

David’s Disaster is part of the multi-author The Road to
Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a standalone. Hot rockstars and the
men who love them, what more could you ask for?


“Guinness in a bottle if you’ve got it?” I didn’t
want to risk someone trying to roofie me, not that I wasn’t down for almost anything though
I preferred to have my wits about me when it came time to perform. Sammie dug one out of
the freezer, popped the top, and slid it my way. “Place is packed for a Sunday night.”

“Yeah, Joe’s got the dancers working
Sundays now. They come in at nine,” Sammie said, wiping the counter between customers.
Joe was Sammie’s partner, and they owned the club. Sammie managed the food and
beverage staff while Joe oversaw operations, including the entertainment. Some of those
boys’ moves should be illegal. “Looks like your entourage is here,” Sammie nodded toward
the door. Following his line of sight, two very angry bodyguards shot daggers at me. “Here,”
Sammie handed me a pass, “take this up to the mezzanine.”

I grabbed the red disc, “Thanks.” Just as I
turned, two muscular hands gripped my forearms like vices.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sikes

Flashing the red card, I announced, “To the
mezzanine, kind sir!” in the most terrible British accent I could’ve done. Accents clearly are
not my forte. Sikes and Snipe groaned in unison but relinquished their grips. Sikes walked in
front of me while Snipe held up the rear. Hehe, rear. If I made that joke to them, they’d likely
knock me on my ass.

The bouncer manning the upper VIP level, or
the mezzanine as Sammie had called it, nodded, snagged the card, then grunted. What was
it with these overgrown protectors and grunting? I’m waiting for one of them to grab a rock
and start drawing caveman-style all over the walls. How do they even understand each

It was much easier to breathe up here with a
lesser body count though the music and vibrations still flowed. The view was fantastic,
staring down at every sweaty, writhing body on the dance floor. This was front-row seating
when the dancers hit the stage. “Would you like another drink, sir?” I turned to face the
flirty voice, and there stood a five-foot-nothing cutie chewing his bottom lip and eyeing me
like a lollipop. “Hello gorgeous, I’ll have one more, please.” He turned and winked over his
shoulder, swinging those hips like the moneymakers they were. He knew the value of

Maybe a dark, secluded storage room
cocktail server ass was in the cards for me tonight.

Leaning over the iron mezzanine railing, lost
in thoughts of the firm ass beneath the shiny black boy shorts fetching my drink, I scanned
the overcrowded dance floor. Memories of once being able to be a part of it that seemed
like so long ago when it really wasn’t. Our lives changed overnight by winning that Battle of
the Bands competition. Did I miss not being a part of our old scene? Meh, not so much. The
view from up here was much better, like having your pick of the crop. Lower level was all
sweaty, grinding bodies. Most of the time, you couldn’t see past the face in front of you. No,
I think I liked my odds from this angle much…


No, it isn’t.

“What the actual fuck?” I said loud enough
for Sikes and Snipes to hear. Instantly, each large body took its place at my sides. There was
no stopping this primal, animalistic need to seek and destroy. Alarms inside my brain
actived, yet I couldn’t stop myself.

“Where’s the threat?” Sikes asked. Both sets
of eyes scanned the floor for trouble.

Down the stairs I went, nearly bowling over
the poor guy with the full drink tray heading in the opposite direction. I knew I wasn’t alone,
though I couldn’t hear Sikes or Snipe’s footsteps. It amazed me how those two over-muscled
guards could move like the wind. I’d descended upon my prey in fewer steps than it
should’ve taken.

I swear, all life, all sound, all music stopped
when the three of us hit the dance floor. Bodies moved aside, primarily out of fear of the
two men who were with me, I’m sure. But I was locked on a specific target. Dumbass one
and dumbass two blocking my path weren’t too bright. They hadn’t even noticed that
everything around them had come to a stop as they continued to feel up the body tangled
between them. “Enough!” I ordered.

“Hey man, we saw him first,” dumbass one
said, coming toward me. Sikes and Snipe cut him off, and he threw his hands up in surrender.
“We don’t want any trouble,” he pleaded as he and dumbass two backed away. At that
point, said target turned, and our gazes met.

“What the fuck, David?”

About the Author

TL Travis is an award-winning published author of LGBTQIA+
contemporary romance and erotic musings that have earned “Best-Selling Author” flags in
the US as well as Internationally.

When she’s not busy spinning steamy webs, she enjoys
spending time with her family, going to concerts, wine tasting, and people watching. With
every face, there’s a story and half the fun is dreaming up what it could be.

TL is surrounded by her extensive 4-legged rescue family, her
sons, and adorable grandkids. She will continue saving furry friends in need for as long as
she lives. TL would like to remind you to “Adopt, not shop.” Saving that lost soul may very
well be the one you need.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Week Before Christmas” by Beth Laycock.


Book Title: The Week
Before Christmas

Author: Beth

Publisher: Rainbow Romance

Cover Artist: Free To Be

Release Date: November 11,

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance (shifter)

Tropes: Saving Christmas, Forced proximity, Friends to lovers

Themes: Found family, acceptance

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 23 000

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


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What better Christmas
present is there than finding your fated mate?


’Twas the week before Christmas

And all across Christmas Cove the elves were snowed


Preparing presents for Santa’s sleigh

To deliver to children all around the world.

But Dash—Santa’s favourite reindeer—is missing.


In his place, Aubron, the elf responsible for looking after all
of Santa’s reindeer, finds a naked man in Dash’s stall.

A stranger he is inexplicably drawn to.

Can Aubron find Dash, and figure out who the mystery man
is before Christmas is ruined?

This M/M romance from Beth Laycock features fated
mates, a reindeer shifter, an elf definitely not left on the shelf, Santa, the North Pole,
lashings of Christmas spirit, and of course a HEA.


The workshop was abuzz with activity, even at this early hour,
but before I could unwrap my scarf, Santa waved me over. Dodging the elves already hard at
work, I followed him into his office, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling of déjà vu.

“Did you check on Dash?” Santa asked as he paced the length
of his small office.

“Yes. As soon as I left you yesterday. He was fine—even
managed to polish off a good helping of his favourite moss. Then I took him out for a walk
along the seashore once I’d finished all my jobs and he had fun splashing in the

Santa stopped and spun to face me, tugging on his white
beard. “Really?” I nodded and he dropped into his chair with a grunt. “I don’t understand.
When I went in last night before I went to bed, the other reindeer were sound asleep, but
Dash was pacing his stall, scraping his hooves across the stones over and over. Even when I
spoke to him, he didn’t settle but eventually lay down. He looked so sad though, and he was
still awake when I left.”

Santa sounded distraught, but I didn’t know what to say—Dash
had been fine when I’d left him.

“What if it’s something serious?” Santa’s eyebrows
disappeared beneath the white curls falling over his forehead.

I swallowed thickly at the thought.

“What if he can’t fly on Christmas Eve? What would we do
then? There’s no other reindeer that could take his place—none of them can fly.” Santa’s
eyes met mine across the desk. “Christmas will be ruined.”

I stared at Santa not knowing what to say. There was nothing
to say, he was right, it would be. So, I did the only thing I could and hurried away
to check on Dash.

Christmas will be ruined. All the way to the barn
those words echoed through my mind. Christmas will be ruined. I yanked my
feet out of the snow—almost buried to my knee—hurrying as best I could over last night’s
snowfall. By the time I reached the barn, my chest was heaving, plumes of my breath misting
on the air, and I didn’t think it was just the exertion of rushing.

I grabbed the large iron handle and tugged on the
door—nothing. It didn’t move an inch and my dream flickered in full technicolour beneath
my closed eyelids. This could not be happening.

I heaved on the handle, putting my full weight behind it, and
was rewarded by the squeal of the wheels as the door slid open. Releasing a sigh of relief, I
hurried inside, dashing down the centre aisle of the barn, past the stalls with the other
reindeer, a couple of them lifting their heads to peek out at the commotion I was

I reached Dash’s stall and pulled up short. It was empty. Huh?
The gate was bolted shut and Santa hadn’t said anybody else was checking on Dash. I leant
over the wooden slat to peer into the stall and almost fell over the gate and inside when I
spied the stranger curled up in the corner—the strange man who was butt naked.

About the Author

Beth Laycock’s books are
influenced by her time living overseas as well as the gritty, urban landscape of the north of
England where she grew up. She has been reading romance since she was old enough to tell
herself that line every book lover does—just one more chapter.

As a teenager, she attempted
to write her first novel, and many more since then are still gathering dust on her bookshelf. It
wasn’t until she discovered the M/M genre that her muse showed up and refused to quit
telling her stories about beautiful men finding love together. She hasn’t stopped scribbling
them down since. Beth’s muse usually shows up when she is in the shower, is allergic to
cleaning, rarely lets her watch TV, and insists she drinks copious amounts of coffee so she
can turn caffeine into words.

Beth’s books range from
sweet to sexy, long to short, contemporary to paranormal, but a HEA is always

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RELEASE BLITZ: “M.M. Scrooge” by Lee Colgin.


Book Title: M.M. Scrooge (An MM retelling of A Christmas Carol)

Author and Publisher: Lee Colgin

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Release Date: November 4, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 47 000 words/200 pages

It’s part of a multi-author series. Monster & Mayhem #11

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


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A spicy hot retelling of A Christmas Carol


Marley Jacobs is dead, and Max Masters Scrooge has no time for the grieving son’s sob story. Even if Jacobs Jr. is kinda cute—for a nerd.

Daniel Jacobs is anxious, drifting, and lonely. His gut tells him he’s overdue for a dose of self care, but the thought of setting foot in a gym gives him hives. Though he craves gentle guidance, what he gets is the heavy hand of the gym’s head trainer and sleaziest playboy, Max Masters.

Accustomed to topping the leader board, among other things, Max sells Daniel on his gold package. After things get steamy in the locker room showers, Max is ready to make like a ghost and vanish, as usual. But this time, he won’t get away with his selfish antics, not if a vengeful past hookup with a powerful uncle has anything to say about it.

MM Scrooge is a spicy hot horror retelling of A Christmas Carol, as part of the collaboration Monsters & Mayhem: An MM Horror Collection, adapting some of your favorite classic horror stories with an MM romance twist.

Content Warnings:

This book’s list of potential warnings is longer than my grocery list. Buckle in. Readers, feel free to get in touch with me if you have any questions. In no particular order: Dub-con that some readers may interpret as non-con. Consent issues. Poorly negotiated BDSM elements. Sexual violence/spanking. Sex as punishment. Death of a parent/grief. Medical kink. Sexually explicit scenes.

That said, this book doesn’t take itself too seriously, and that list might make it look darker than it really is. Better to err of the side of caution.


Just when I think my first workout is done, Max directs me back to the turf. “Now that you’ve got the hang of it, we’ll repeat each station for four rounds. Squats, rotations, rows. Ten reps each. Thirty seconds between stations. Ready?”

I widen my eyes. “I’m sorry. I could have sworn you said four rounds. I must have misheard. What?”

Max grins. “You’ve got this. Round one, Daniel. Knock it out.”

So I do what the man says and squat.

By the time I’m actually done, sweat beads on my forehead and drips down into crevices that are decidedly not meant to be wet in public. Will I be able to walk tomorrow? Time will tell. My arms are made of pudding.

Max’s warm hand lands on my damp back and squeezes my shoulder. “Nice work. You’ve got grit.”

He can’t possibly mean that, but I thank him anyway. I glance up to meet his eyes. His are hazel, ringed brown in the center and green at the edges.

“How do you feel?”

I blink. My heart pounds, and I’m gulping for air like a fish out of water, but…I feel good. Like maybe I could keep going, or I don’t know, jog somewhere or something. Not a feeling I’m accustomed to. “Great, actually.”

He leans in. He’s a head taller, but he stands close enough his breath ruffles my hair. “It’s the endorphins. They’re a rush, huh?”

“Yeah, a rush.” So this is why people work out.

His gaze lingers on mine. “You want to hit the showers?”

“Oh, I don’t need to wash up.” I didn’t come prepared for that. I don’t even have a change of clothes in my bag. “I’m going home after this. I’ll shower there.”

Max arches his dark brows and darts his tongue out, wetting his upper lip. “I didn’t ask if you needed to. I asked if you wanted to.” His eyes trail down my body like a caress and land on my groin. He looks hungry.

And now that I think about it…tasty.

“Oh.” What an offer. It’s not like me to put out on the first date, and this isn’t even date adjacent.

Orgasms fall under the umbrella of self-care, right? Opportunities like this just don’t land in my lap every day. But will sex make future training sessions awkward? I don’t want things to get weird, though rejecting him would do that too, so…

I peer up at him through my lashes, not completely lacking wiles of my own. “Now that you mention it, I am rather dirty.”

Max’s glinting smile could cut diamonds. “Right this way.”

About the Author

Lee Colgin has loved vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza. Ask her how much she can bench press.

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Book Title: Morrel & Morcerf and the Spear of Destiny

Author and Publisher: Kyle

Cover Artist: Kyle

Release Date: October 28,

Genres: LGBTQ+ Action & Adventure Fiction, MM

Tropes: Race Against the Clock, ex-military, king incognito

Themes: Community, Family

Heat Rating: 2

Length: 98 449 words/ 373

It is a standalone book. It is
part of a connected series—shared universe—but you do not need to have read the previous
books to follow it.


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Gay Mystery
Archaeologists Chase Nazi Gold!


Alois d’Pierrepont and Marton Prawer have been attending
black market antiquities events trying to recover treasure stolen by Nazis during World War
II. Marton is particularly interested in a certain missing Picasso.

Following the trail to France, the two stumble into far more

than they bargained for when a shady auction they’re attending in Paris’s Latin Quarter is
raided by Interpol. Alois’s uncle Frederick, from Bring Me Edelweiss, is soon hot on the case
along with his lover Joel McIntyre.

After recovering the journal of a Nazi general the four men
race across western Europe, chased by fascists desperate to find the treasure for
themselves. Gunfights and car chases ensue as the group uses a map in the journal to track
down the treasure and its contents, rumored to include the fabled Spear of Destiny.


Alois d’Pierrepont knelt at the door to the study and pulled
a small black pouch from his breast pocket. With a grunt, he undid the button on his Versace
“Black Baroque” evening jacket. It fit a little too snugly for squatting. Opening the bag, he
selected two picks, inserted them in the door lock, and went to work.

“How’s it going?” Marton Prawer asked, appearing beside
him and flashing his winning smile.

Alois looked up at his boyfriend. Id go a lot quicker if you wouldnt hang on my
, he thought. “Just bloody fine,
dear,” he grumbled between gritted teeth.

They’d come to the party to find evidence that the host
collected Nazi memorabilia. Marton was obsessed with returning stolen loot to the Jewish
A noble pursuit. And being a history buff and amateur archaeologist himself, Alois
found him fascinating and intense.

The owner of this house had a reputation for acquiring
antiques with a sketchy provenance. But reputation was not proof, so the two young men
were looking for something they could leverage for information. Something that might get
them an
in to the black market antiquities scene. To be fair, Alois was at a loss as to how to
accomplish that, but Marton was determined.
Seems a bit of a stretch.

It was a good thing he was able to use his own contacts to
get an invite to this party, but . . .
May wind up
paying for that.
That particular person, a
socialite named Denis, was a pill and likely to bring it up to gain his own leverage. He let out
a long, deep breath.
So far, its worth
. After all, they’d made it here.
But still, the games people
. Its all so exhausting.

He wiped beads of perspiration off his forehead and
frowned. Locks never gave him this much trouble. Then again, he wasn’t used to performing
under pressure. Before, it was always a lark, a trick he picked up as a kid running around his
grandfather’s drafty old home, picking the locks on all the doors for fun. Though he’d long
ago gone pro and bought a professional lockpick set, this was different. They were on a

“Take a breath.” Marton’s voice was easy and

Alois shook out his hand and let out a long exhalation, then
went back to it. After a moment, the tumblers clicked easily like they’d been waiting for him.
The lock let out a satisfying

“Sorry, just a bit nervous.” Alois chuckled as he stood.
“Never done this ‘in the field,’ as they say. Before, it was always a party trick or me larking
about. Never actually tried housebreaking before.”

Marton looked up at Alois and gave him a kiss on the lips.
“You did great.” He ran a hand along the front of Alois’s slacks, teasing him until he
hardened. “I’ll give you something special when we get back to your place.”

A deep moan escaped Alois’s chest. “I’m looking forward to
it already.” Grabbing the door handle, he stepped inside the office and flicked on the

They stepped into a nondescript modern office.

“Oh,” Marton said in surprise.

“What, were you expecting a Nazi flag on the wall?” Alois
asked, nudging the shorter man in the side. “Or an autographed photo of Hitler?”

About the Author

Kyle is an artist, playwright,
and writer. As a playwright, Kyle has had his plays performed in New York at the NY
International Fringe Festival, and the Midtown International Theater Festival. As an artist
and illustrator, he has had his art exhibited in both New Orleans and New York.

Born in Hawaii, Kyle is an
Army brat and grew up in Erlangen, Germany, as well as Augusta, Georgia, and several cities
in Texas. After stints in Louisiana and New York, he resides again in Honolulu with his black
Labrador Retriever Brady.

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BLOG TOUR: “Book of the Flower Garlands” by Nikki Ali. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!


Book Title: Book of the Flower Garlands (Archaeologists in Love 1)

Author and Publisher: Nikki

Release Date: November 16,

Genre: Erotic M/M

Tropes: Forbidden love, first
times, age play

Themes: Coming out,
intimacy & vulnerability

Length: 118 000 words / 347

Heat Rating: 5 flames

It is not a standalone book.
It is the first to be published in its series.

It ends with a sort of


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A steamy MM erotic
romance of first times & lush settings. Will these unlikely lovers find a


Hassan Elsayed wants to find himself and follow his
dreams–at fifty-four, he’s about two decades too late, but who’s counting, really? He’s left
his hometown of Luxor, Egypt for Athens, Greece, and fulfilled his lifelong dream of
becoming a writer.

Now, he’s hungry for love. The woman he’s loved for half
his life has married someone else. When Hassan meets a beautiful nineteen-year-old boy
one summer, their attraction and chemistry are instant, insistent, and impossible to ignore.
But it’s his first time with another man, and Hassan is terrified to step into this new fire. Will
he let himself be engulfed by the flames? Will he open his heart to this unlikely love he
never saw coming?

Set in the lush, sun-drenched Mediterranean summer,
to the backdrop of the ancient ruins of Athens, Book of the Flower Garlands weaves a warm,
romantic story of sex, sensual pleasures, first loves and first times.


In the evening, Marco and I take a long, slow walk around
Kolonaki as the sun is setting. My neighborhood is quiet, steep, cobblestoned. Some parts
are narrow and rambling and old, some are lit up, gilt-edged, gleaming with signs for Prada
and Gucci. There are trendy new restaurants and the older tavernas, like the one where I
work. Young people are drinking cappuccinos at the coffee shops, tourists are taking endless
photos of the sunset. I have tried to make this city home.

We decide to walk up Mount Lycabettus. It’s often part of
our morning running route, but then it is an opportunity for hill work, not a site for its own
enjoyment. Tonight we take a leisurely pace. Children from a family of German tourists
scramble up the hill around us. We stop to admire the intricate patterns on the doors of the
church on Lycabettus, delicate black tracery on glass, illuminated from within by warm
golden light.

“These old churches almost make me wish I were
Christian,” I tell Marco.

“I see what you mean,” he says softly, his eyes traveling
over the shape of the church, the little white dome on top and the crowning cross.

On an impulse we decide to have dinner at the restaurant
near the summit. “I’ve always wanted to eat here,” I say.

“Then let’s eat here,” Marco says, shrugging. He stops. “Let
me treat you.” “Sweetheart. You don’t have to.”

“Let me. You’re always paying for stuff and cooking for me
and taking care of me. Let me take you to just one dinner at a place you’ve always wanted to

“Okay,” I say. I’d say my Arab ancestors were turning in their
sandy desert graves, but surely those venerable old men have long since abandoned me. I
am head over heels for a boy less than half my age.

Our breath is duly stolen by the view at our table, placed
right at the edge of the mountain, beside a low stone wall. It’s twilight, and every moment
the light flees, bleeding from the sky. That has its own bittersweet significance, but then, as
the night grows blacker, the lights begin to glow to their fullest perfection. The
neighborhoods are tiny handfuls of houses, each block outlined with veins of dark green
summer trees. The lights are coming out like the stars we cannot see, like the lanterns the
white-shirted waiters come out and set on each table. In the far distance we can see the
softness of the sea, in the middle distance the magic radiance of the Parthenon sprawled on
the acropolis.

“My God,” Marco says. “I will remember this view for the
rest of my life.”

About the Author

Nikki Ali creates high-quality
erotica where love is for everyone, dreams come true, and sensuality is an integrated part of
our life.

Nikki is also the editor-in-
chief of Mistress M’s Community Publishing House (MMCPH), a new, boutique-style, full-
service small publishing house founded on the principles that no matter what our hearts
desire to create, there is an audience seeking it; that, by putting our work out into the world,
our audience will find us; and that there IS space in the marketplace for the offerings of our

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Muted Chords” by Samuel York.


Book Title: Muted
Chords (
The Road to
Rocktoberfest 2022)

Author and Publisher: Samuel

Cover Artist: Natasha

Release Date: November 4,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Soul mates, work colleagues, insta-love

Themes: Belief in self

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 50 000 words/246

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Finding and keeping love
isn’t always easy.


Josh Shepard developed an intense connection to music,
despite being born deaf. None of his relationships have ever come close to his bond with
music. Then Branston ‘Bran’ Vale saunters into his life. Bran is the type of guy Josh always
fantasized about. With Bran in their band, traveling with them, Josh’s libido rises to an

uncomfortable level.

Bran isn’t prepared for the impact Josh has on him. Bran
had trouble with entanglements before, derailing him. His feelings for Josh outshine
anything he’s ever had before. Josh could be the answer to everything, or he could be the
biggest mistake Bran has ever made.

Ready to commit to more, a ghost from Bran’s past comes
back to haunt him, stalling his future. Bran might have to give up everything to save the
band and Josh.

Muted Chords is part of the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each
book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see who hits the stage
next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back,
load up your kindle and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!


Everyone could hear what they were saying, which added
another layer of heat to the embarrassment Josh already felt. He wasn’t used to attention
like this, so incredibly focused just on him.

“Like I said, that first riff you all played was magical. I mean,
it was a soundcheck, but the magic zipped up my spine and held me. I hadn’t planned on
staying for the show, but I couldn’t leave. I think there were maybe three hundred people in
the audience—”

“If that,” Casey snorted.

“We’ve grown a little since then,” Margot said.

Ish came up and put his arm around Josh’s shoulder. “My
boy Josh is magical. He’s the reason we sound so good.”

Now Josh’s cheeks hurt from the flames burning through
him. Ish seemed to delight in embarrassing him based on the smile spread from ear to

“I really want to play with you all. I know I’m new to you,
but I swear I’ll—”

“Wait.” Casey jumped up and rushed over. “Are you
serious? Like you want to play with us on stage?”

Bran turned to Casey and nodded. “Yeah, of course. I was
going to tell Munoz to fuck off when he called, but then I heard it was Eradicate Apathy, and
I jumped at the chance. I haven’t played on stage in a while, so I’d like you all to go easy on
me for the—”

“Holy shit!” Casey yelled and jumped up and down,
clapping his hands. “Sorry, we’re total dorks. I can’t believe you’re going to be on stage with
us. This is a dream come true.”

Josh stared at the group jumping around and hugging each
other as fear wove through him. Bran was too good-looking. Josh would have to watch his
reactions. Living on the bus together would be difficult. Branston Vale was definitely not the
type of guy who would ever be interested in him. Their new bass player was hot. His sex
appeal dripped from every word, every look. Josh would be helpless against that appeal.
Shit, he would have to keep control or risk blowing his load at the most embarrassing

Ish caught the look on his face and stilled, then everyone
turned to stare at him. He sucked in a breath, hating that he was freaking out and now
everyone was looking at him.

“Is that okay with you?” Casey asked.

Josh shook himself, trying to push away the weirdness.
“Yeah. I—that’s—it’s great.”

His voice didn’t sound like he meant it, and he could tell
Bran had picked up on his hesitancy. Why was he holding back?

Munoz narrowed his gaze but saved him by changing the
subject, asking Bran what he was currently working on. The rest of his band members kept
the conversation going as he tried to come to grips with how he’d reacted to this sexy

After an hour or so, he excused himself to the restroom and
breathed a sigh of relief as he stood alone and stared at the mirror. He shouldn’t be freaking
out, but his heart sped up every time he looked at Bran.

“Get it together.”

The door opened, and he quickly turned on the water,
washing his hands again so the person coming in didn’t think he was a dork talking to
himself. He hadn’t paid any attention to who had come in because they were in a private
area of the hotel and few people were back here. When Josh glanced up, he found Bran
studying him. A gasp escaped his lips.

Bran’s eyes narrowed, then he frowned. “I didn’t mean to
scare you.”

Josh shook his head. “No worries. I was deep in

Bran’s lips thinned and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Have you got an issue with me playing in the band?”

Horror washed over Josh. “No. I-I…”

Bran moved closer. “What is it then?”

Josh’s whole body heated and sweat broke out on his
forehead. He couldn’t tell this man he thought he was hot. His lungs seemed to stop
working, and his gaze accidentally flicked to Bran’s lips, looking all sexy and plump behind his
dark beard. He swore Bran’s lips ticked up before stepping back a few inches.

“I’m just a normal guy, nothing special. I’ve been listening
to you all since I first heard you. It would be an honor if you allowed me to play on stage
during Rocktoberfest.”

Josh gulped in air. He had to get past the way this guy made
him feel. “I want you.”

Bran’s eyebrows lifted in the silence that followed Josh’s
declaration, but he hadn’t meant it to be a declaration. Shit, he’d left off a word.

“There. I want you there to play with me—us. I want you on
stage to play with the band.”

About the Author

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fiction. He believes love is love. Celebrate the love of others and love yourself.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Syncing Rhythms” by Kris Jacen.


Book Title: Syncing
Rhythms (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022)

Author and Publisher: Kris

Cover Artist: Natasha

Release Date: November 1,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, rock stars

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 3 flames

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


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It’s taken years for Dawson’s
band, AudioLock, to finally ‘make it’. Okay, maybe they hadn’t made it yet but they were
invited to perform on the big stage at Rocktoberfest. Driving the beat of the band warmed
his soul but Dawson really wished there was someone to warm his heart and

Ben Williams’ passion for music and theater is all-
encompassing but he doesn’t have a talented bone in his body. However, he does have the
mind and personality to manage everything that happens when the curtain goes up. His
ultimate goal of being a stage manager for a major rock band is in sight. He didn’t think
anything could change his focus until a certain drummer appeared on Ben’s

Dreams within reach, are Ben and Dawson willing
to change so they can sync rhythms together?

Syncing Rhythms is part of
the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a
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Dawson climbed back into the bus with a big smile on his face.
Oh yeah, he was getting some of that man. It had been a while since he’d be this interested
in someone.

“Back so soon,” Nate said from the couch. He opened one eye
and gave Dawson a look. Whatever he saw had him sitting up quickly. “You were gone for
forty-five minutes max and got some? Shit, maybe I should’ve gone with you.” Nate smacked
Dawson’s hip and yelled over his shoulder, “Dawson scored already. Who had that on their
BINGO card?”

Chris and X stumbled out of the curtains on either side of the
bus. Looks of shock were on their faces.

“What do you mean? He’s going for being a reborn virgin,”
Chris teased as he walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a soda before sitting at the table.
Dawson could feel his emotions rolling; he was about to either lose his shit or blush head-to-

“Cool your jets, dude,” X cautioned. He was the closest to
Dawson in build. X had about three inches on Dawson but weighed less. The crowds loved
watching him thump on his bass, long fingers plucking the strings giving the structure to
their songs to balance Dawson’s drums. “So you got with someone?”

Dawson shook his head and dropped onto the couch next to
Nate. “I did not get with someone.”

“But you’re hoping to,” Chris interjected. He was two inches
shorter than Dawson’s six foot and had the chest of a wrestler. He hit the gym every day.
Said it was to keep his body in as good of shape as his voice.

“I don’t know what gave you all the impression that I was a
male ho.” Deflect and redirect.

“Not buying it, my friend. We’ve been together way too long
for you to pull this over on us. Now, spill,” Nate demanded with a raised eyebrow. Why
couldn’t he do that?

“Okay, fine. I might have met someone while I was wandering.”
Dawson shrugged and tried again for deflect. “When are we scheduled for sound

“Dude, didn’t you get any of your pent-up energy out on your
kit?” X asked, sitting in one of the chairs at the table.

Holy shit. How had he forgotten? Dawson looked
at anything other than the guys. He was never going to live this one down.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You went to find your kit because
you needed to check that it made it here in one piece and you forgot?” Chris
was snickering at Dawson. He knew he’d gone to blushing now.

“So sound check?” One more try couldn’t hurt,

“I’ll bail you on this, but I want details later. Sound check is
scheduled for one tomorrow. We’re free until then. Did you find where the food was while
you were out?” X asked. “I’m getting hungry.”

About the Author

Kris Jacen grew up just north
of Boston, Massachusetts, and currently lives in western New York with her two daughters
and three rambunctious dogs. She always said she was “only an editor” but then Mackey
showed up and proved her wrong.

After editing for over fifteen
years, she opened her own editing/formatting/cover art company, Three Hearts. Working
with all the amazing authors she’s had the privilege to work with has allowed her to both
hone her editorial skills and indulge her inner fangirl. She also acts as editor, mentor and
sounding-board for newcomers which lets her “pay-it-forward” and help authors realize their

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