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Book Title: The Earl’s

Author: Joy Lynn

Publisher: Extasy

Cover Artist: Martine

Release Date: September 8,

Genre: Regency M/M romance

Tropes: Rake/bad boy romance

Themes: Learning to live, self-discovery.

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 55 000 words/ 198

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


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One glance, and his past
life was history.


Leander Talbot’s life changed forever when his wife died.

He is now reluctantly venturing back into society, knowing that, as the Earl of Ockley, he
must marry again to produce an heir. But he can’t bring himself to the sticking point. Instead,
he spends his time evading the matchmaking mamas of the ton.

The dark and dangerous Duke of Arden is an infamous
libertine. It is said that he seduces innocents, and there are even more sinister tales
whispered of his predilections. Only the wild young blades who form his retinue know the
truth, but he is shunned by all save those wishing to court notoriety.

A chance meeting brings Leander into Arden’s orbit.
Ignoring the warnings about Arden’s intentions, Leander is drawn into a seductive world of
sexual indulgence. There, he finds the freedom he craves from his overbearing family. By the
time he suspects Arden might have ulterior motives, it may be too late to save his
reputation—and his heart.


Leander sighed slightly. He had immersed himself in work
and duty since Bella’s death, but it was only now he understood how removed from his
contemporaries he had become. Most faces here were unfamiliar to him. Take the character
in the corner—a dark complexion, his dress rich but careless in a way that proclaimed he
cared little for the opinion of society. Leander was certain he had never set eyes on him,
though the deference with which his circle of friends was treating him indicated that he was
a man of some standing. He took the opportunity to ask the servant who brought him a glass
of champagne.

“His Grace the Duke of Arden, my lord,” the man informed

The name was one with which Leander was familiar. It was
a name with which all of London and some of the more enlightened provinces were familiar.
Arden represented all that was decadent in the
ton, his philandering ways extending far
beyond opera dancers and actresses to ladies of quality. And it was not only widows or
liaisons with married ladies, for it was said of him that he had ruined more than one young
maiden. The number of duels that he had fought and won, the drunken orgies at which he
presided, and his losses and gains at the gaming table had all assumed the proportions of
legend. There were still darker things whispered about him. Only the coterie of wild young
blades who formed his retinue knew the truth of these, but the intimations were there, and
Arden remained unrecognised by all save those wishing to court notoriety.

Leander became aware that Arden was returning his gaze,
his heavy-lidded eyes holding what appeared to be a gleam of amusement. As Leander
watched, Arden raised his glass in a mocking salute before putting it to his lips and tossing
back the contents.

Perhaps it was the champagne, perhaps it was the shock of
realising that his acquaintances now viewed him as a prig. Whatever the reason, some
demon prompted Leander to his feet. In defiance of all proper behaviour, he crossed the
room to Arden and introduced himself.

Those dark eyebrows raised briefly, a noble head was
inclined, and one of the young men clustered around Arden was moving from his seat,
offering it to Leander.

“So you’re Ockley.” The duke’s aristocratic fingers curved
elegantly around the stem of his glass and his dark eyes surveyed Leander as he sat. “I didn’t
think this to be your sort of place. I’d thought you more of a White’s man.”

The provocation was there. It was well known that Arden
had been pre-emptively blackballed by the respectable club lest any member lose their
faculties and propose him for membership.

“Indeed?” Leander said stiffly, his somewhat lamentable
temper aroused by Arden’s dismissal of him as a priggish bore. “And I thought you a legend,
sir. A cautionary tale used by protective parents to keep young cubs in line.”

Reaction rippled through the assembled ranks, but
Leander’s gaze was on Arden’s face. A smile touched his lips as he looked at Leander. “A
palpable hit, Ockley,” he murmured. His voice was rich and soft, with a hint of steel that
intrigued Leander.

“Lea.” Henry’s voice broke in. He was not precisely floored,
but he was foxed enough to ignore all dictates of manners as he tugged insistently at his
brother’s arm. Knowing that if he resisted, Henry would only become more forceful, Leander
allowed himself to be raised to his feet. His brother had been the same since nursery
days—when he wanted something, he wanted it
now, and it was usually attention he
craved. Leander directed a small bow towards Arden, whose smile had widened at the
spectacle Henry was making of them both, before following his brother’s urgent strictures to
leave immediately.

About the Author

Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a
small English market town, where she indulges her passions for vintage aircraft, horse riding
and gardening (though not all at the same time).

Joy tends to wax lyrical about
the fascinating facts she discovers during her research for books. Thankfully, she has a very
patient Labrador who has a gift for looking interested in what she’s saying while he waits for
the food to arrive.

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Book Title: Treading Water

Author: Alex

Cover Artist: Reece

Release Date: October 03,

Genres: Contemporary M/M Sports Romance, Gay Romance, Gay

Tropes: Hollywood A-Lister Versus Small Town Stud, Actor Versus Athlete,
Coming Out, Forced Proximity

Themes: (Almost) first time gay, summer love, Hollywood scandal, coach
falling for his student, student falling for his coach, deserted summer camp

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 310

It is a standalone book and
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What happens when love
is sink or swim?


Actor Tucker Crawford is having the worst summer ever.
Thanks to a viral video of him trying to swim, he’s the laughingstock of Hollywood and his
role in a hit TV series is in jeopardy. The only bright spot is Tucker’s sexy new swim coach,
Reed Oliver, but even that has its problems—because Tucker is deep in the closet and has
never been with a guy.

Reed Oliver is having the best summer ever. He’s just scored
a high-paying freelance gig teaching a Hollywood actor how to swim. The two of them have
the run of a deserted summer camp, complete with an Olympic-size swimming pool. But
when cocky playboy Reed meets shy, virgin Tucker, sparks fly and Reed’s walk-in-the-park
coaching job becomes a minefield of temptation. Once they kiss for the first time, there’s no
way to overcome their mutual passion and no looking back. But after two weeks of secluded
intimacy, can they keep their romance alive in the real world?


“Are you awake?”

Tucker’s voice was hoarse in the dark, barely above a
whisper to match the surreal nature of the moment. All the same, Reed responded in kind,
his voice as husky and hoarse as the deep, dark night that surrounded the rustic cabin, filling
it with quiet mystery and the by-now-familiar thrum of humid temptation. “Of

Tucker snorted, just shy of a chuckle and mixed with a quiet
gurgle of relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if Reed had answered with a snort
or a snore and then rolled over and gone back to sleep. He’d been waiting for over an hour
to make his move, so he shifted over on his mattress and lifted himself up on one elbow to
peer over the bottom bunk to the floor directly by his bed.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, trying his best to be
alluring. “What are you doing down there, anyway?”

“You were so drunk last night.” Reed glanced up from the
fuzzy striped comforter splayed out beneath him, “I didn’t want you to roll out of bed and
bust your head open.”

Tucker struggled to retain his composure at Reed’s half-
naked form, sprawled out on the floor literally at his feet. Moonlight caressed his quietly
grinning face in a most flattering way. “What were you gonna do, catch me in your

“If I had to, yeah.”

He slid his hands beneath his chin and gazed down at Reed
the way teenage girls stared at the posters of rock stars and screen idols from old black-and-
white movies on their walls. “Besides, I wasn’t that drunk.”

Reed made a face. “Okay, bud.”

Tucker was hungry. And thirsty. And hard as a rail beneath
his boxer briefs, pressed thick and tight against the mattress beneath him. “Well, I’m not

Reed lay flat on his back, looking up, as if he’d been waiting
for Tucker to open his eyes and look down at him. He lifted his hands and gave a little golf
clap, the soft sound vaguely startling in the middle of the night. Outside the screen door,
only a stray cricket chirped in the deep stillness of the forest. “Congrats. I guess I can get into
an actual bed now?”

Reed made no move to leave, and Tucker was glad. He was
enjoying the view—every smooth, savory, moonlit inch of it. Before Reed could stand, to
make good on his promise, Tucker slid one hand away from beneath his chin and pressed it
flat against Reed’s chest. It was warm and hard and lean and softly humid in the cabin’s
almost stifling heat. It was also beating like a jackrabbit. The feel—the pulse—of Reed’s
pounding, frantic heart was vaguely encouraging.

“Let’s not be too hasty, now.”

Reed’s playful smile froze into something less than amused,
if not quite startled. He didn’t say anything, not right away, but it was clear he wanted
Tucker to move his hand. So he did. Moved it just a smidge lower down Reed’s chest and
drifted it lazily toward his suddenly stiff nipples.

“Tucker, stop.” Reed’s voice was a groan, his words a lie.
Every fiber of his being, every slick sheen of sweat and rat-a-tat of his pounding heart, every
thrum of vibration throughout his taut, pale skin said, “Go,” not “Stop.”

About the Author

Alex Winters is the
pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing
more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic
passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys
long walks with his wife, scary movies and smooth jazz. Visit him at to see what
stories are brewing up next!

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