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NEW RELEASE: ” Snow Angels in the Dust” by Kristoffer Gair

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Snow Angels in the Dust

Author and Publisher: Kristoffer Gair

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Release Date: August 27, 2024

Genre: LGBT, Romance

Tropes: Quest, Fated Mates

Themes: Forgiveness, Fate, Asian culture

Heat Rating: One sex scene/ 4 out of 5 flames.

Length:  73 000 words/ 336 pages

It is its own self-contained story,

but features characters from Butterflies I Have Known, and Falling Awake III: Requiem.

It does not end on a cliffhanger

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As it should be. As it needs to be. As it was meant to be.

Blurb

“I have one more job for you.”

Milton Glass, an award-winning photojournalist, celebrated worldwide as one of the greatest documentarians of the twentieth century, has passed. However, he leaves an unfinished task for personal assistant Cristian Orr (Butterflies I Have Known): discover the fate of a soldier’s child who’d been born and abandoned during the Vietnam War.

Cristian hesitates to get involved until an even greater mystery presents itself in the form of a name uttered over thirty years earlier by a comatose man on the other side of the world.

A name no one there could possibly know.

In an unfamiliar country and completely out of his element, Cristian must uncover the life of a man born of two cultures, accepted by neither, and the man’s connection to the whispered name.

The answers draw Cristian into a personal journey unlike anything he’s experienced before, towards a fate two lifetimes in the making.

Excerpt 

Cristian powered up his laptop and plugged the thumb drive into the side of the machine. A single file folder contained a lone video file. He double-clicked on the icon.

Mr. Glass’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hello, Cristian. I’m sorry I’m not there to discuss this with you in person. I’d hoped to be, only, as you may have guessed from our time together, things don’t always go to plan. Still, I have no complaints. I lived a very full life, and you played a part in helping me right a wrong after seventy years of searching. I won’t forget that, your kindness, or you.

“But there’s another wrong out there, one I wasn’t able to help right, and I believe you can. So, I have one more job for you. A veteran contacted me a couple of weeks ago. You’ll find copies of his correspondences and my replies in the box Rebecca provided you, along with other documentation you’ll need. You’ll forgive me for presuming you’ll continue on with this, but I figure if you came this far, I’ve piqued your interest.

“The man who contacted me is one of perhaps tens of thousands who fought in Vietnam and fathered children there. Some of these servicemen died in the line of duty, got injured and sent home, or left and abandoned the women they were with, as well as the children born to them. Some of these families reunited—though most didn’t—and some hoped word would never reach home because of what an illegitimate child could mean for them and their families back here in the States, let alone an illegitimate Asian child. It was a different time, Cristian, and while that doesn’t excuse anything, the circumstances do help with understanding the situation.

“Master Sergeant Dale L. Ricci wrote to me and asked for my help in finding out what happened to one such child—his child. Dale left before the birth of his son and, because he had a girlfriend waiting for him back home who he married shortly after returning, he never contacted his son or former girlfriend. The mother of his child, Hai Anh, tried many times to reach him based on what little information she had. Her letters went unanswered. Dale received them and made the choice not to reply.

“The letters stopped for a good many years, then the Army base where he’d been stationed reached out to him. Hai Anh desperately tried to get word to Dale. Their son, then twenty-two, had been severely beaten, was in and out of a coma, and might not live. She pleaded with Dale to come and at least see their son once with his own eyes in case he never woke up again. This happened thirty-two years ago.

“Dale never went, and this decision has haunted him ever since. He already felt guilty enough abandoning them, but to not go in what might have been a matter of life or death, especially knowing how the children of these GIs were treated? Still, he kept his silence. His wife recently passed, and he now wants to know what happened. He wants to know if his son’s life continued, or if it ended.

“Yes, it’s guilt, but it’s also about mortality. Dale himself has recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer. He doesn’t want to pass without knowing the truth, for better or worse. You once confided in me that your roommate taught you to speak Vietnamese during your college years, and you consider it your hidden talent. It need not remain hidden anymore.

“I chose you to work for me, Cristian, because your research and project management skills are second to none. You’re discreet, you have great instincts, and aren’t afraid to act on those instincts. I need your discretion and great instincts now. Not for Dale, though he will most assuredly benefit from your skills, but rather for you. There is a mystery here in what happened to his child, but an even greater mystery for you to solve, and one I feel you will recognize when you see it.”

Mr. Glass paused, then stared into the laptop’s camera as if Cristian truly sat in front of him and not a computer, and his former employer’s face softened. The hair on Cristian’s arms stood up.

“I wouldn’t ask this of you if I didn’t feel it important. You helped me, and even though I’m gone now, I want to help you. You know I believe some things are simply meant to be, and this is one of them. A thread from your life here is intertwined with lives over there…

“Take care of yourself, Cristian. I know you’re not fond of taking chances, but I’m asking you to take one now. Your future is out there waiting for you.”

The picture turned black as Mr. Glass clicked the button to end recording.

About the Author 

Kristoffer Gair grew up in Fraser, MI and is a graduate of Grand Valley State University.

He currently lives in a suburb of Detroit.

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Book Blast: “The Amphitheater of Souls” by Patrick Bryce Wright.

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Book Title: The Amphitheater of Souls

Author:  Patrick Bryce Wright

Publisher:  JMS Books, LLC

Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs

Release Date: July 13, 2024

Genres: M/M Romance, Dark Fantasy

Tropes: Found family, soul mates, gay male virgin, sexy elf lover, human and elf lovers

Themes: initiation into adulthood

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length:  56 000 words/104 pages

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

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When a plague hits his village, the shaman Cian travels to dwarves and centaurs for a cure. He allies with Thanyan, a lovely male elf, falling in love. Can they save the village and their own lives?

Blurb When a plague ravages his village, the shaman Cian sails to the land of the dwarves for a cure. During the voyage, he meets and allies with Thanyan, a beautiful male elf who is a bard. Upon reaching the dwarven cleric whom Cian has been tasked with consulting, they uncover a dangerous secret: the plague resulted from blood magic. To undo this forbidden magic, they must travel to the island nation of the centaurs and visit The Amphitheater of Souls, the ancient temple where the blood magic was cast. Cian and Thanyan hire a female dwarven warrior, Loquin, as a bodyguard for protection against the instigator of the plague. However, they still find themselves stalked, assaulted with magic, and tangled in secrets. On the voyage to the island, a sea serpent attacks, nearly destroying their ship, and when they arrive at the island, the spellcaster launches further attempts to kill them so they can’t lift the blood curse causing the plague. With the help of centaur priestesses, the group fights to untangle a dark affair that is revealed to span decades. As Cian and Thanyan become embroiled in this dangerous mission to capture the rogue spellcaster, they grow to love each other. But with their lives at risk, can they save the village and live out their lives together in love?
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Excerpt  In the morning, Cian and Thanyan ate a hearty dwarven breakfast and walked back to the Five Abbeys. Rokemak awaited them. He opened the door as soon as Cian knocked. Cian bowed. “Good morning, Esteemed Cleric Rokemak.” “Yes, a good morning indeed. Do come in.” Rokemak swerved through the stakes of books and the three cats, each of which tried to trip him as he walked. Cian and Thanyan followed Rokemak inside. “Does this mean you’ve discovered something more about our quest?” Thanyan asked. “I have information, yes.” Rokemak picked up two letters from his desk, both with a wax seal. He handed them to Cian. “The first letter is to Etena, Priestess of the Western Temple of Equatusa. The Western Temple is where you’ll need to go to access the Amphitheater of Souls. I’ve met and spoken with her before. She’s even-tempered—for a centaur, anyway—and will hear you out.” Cian glanced at the first letter. “Will the city guards permit us to enter if I show them this letter?” The outside was addressed to Etena from Rokemak. Rokemak snorted. “They will test your strength first. Typically, centaurs are like the stereotypical night elves: They hate tourists, and they hate weaklings.” “Great. So I’ll have to practice fighting with Loquin, or I’m doomed.” Cian wished now he’d kept up his skills after his elder sister had trained him. He held up his arms, which were slender, not muscular. “I’m a druid and an apprentice shaman. I have no interest in fighting.” “Centaurs prefer physical strength,” Rokemak said, “but they accept there is more than one kind of power.” “Druidic power?” Cian raised an eyebrow. “The skills of a shaman?” “Think about what you can do that others cannot,” Rokemak said. “I don’t know of another person besides my gran and Shaman Shaeya who has visions,” Thanyan said. “That is a rare gift from the deities. I don’t suppose you can have visions deliberately?” Cian cringed and let his gaze hover on Rokemak’s longhaired white cat napping in the sunlight pouring through a window. “Shaeya and Adeen have both mastered inducing visions at will, but I have not. I am able to scry for information using water or fire. If centaurs find divination useful, it’s one of my top skills. That and healing spells.” “Healing spells are useful everywhere,” Rokemak said. “In fact, among the night elves, healers have the most respect afforded them of any magic user.” Surprised by Rokemak’s even tone of voice when discussing night elves, Cian glanced back at him. Humans usually hate and fear night elves. Apparently dwarves do not.  Thanyan glowered at the mention of the night elves. “Above all, centaurs prize honor.” Rokemak stooped to pet the zebra-coated cat swiping his legs. “Don’t forget that.” “Very well.” Cian knew little about centaurs, so he took the priest’s word at face value. “Above all else, dwarves are honorable, and Cian is a most honorable human,” Thanyan said. “He is willing to sacrifice himself for his village. If anything, Cian could use slightly less honor.” He slanted Cian a look. “However, if this impresses upon the centaurs the dire importance of the quest, then all is well.” Cian held up the second envelope. “And this letter?” “That is to the high priestess Gordina.” Rokemak straightened. “You need to ask Etena to take you to see Gordina. She’ll first bite your head off, but if you persist, she’ll agree to be interviewed. From there, convince her to do the spell you need.” “And do you know which spell we need?” Cian asked. “Not precisely. Only that it must reverse the blood magic spell.” Rokemak’s brow furrowed. “Only Gordina will know which one will work. She can deduce which spell was cast, or, if you are lucky, she’ll have a record of the spell.” Cian stowed both letters in his bag. “Thank you for the invaluable advice. You honor Shaeya with your friendship, and I am deeply grateful.” “Oh, none of that.” Rokemak flushed lightly. “This is my final piece of advice. Equatusa is a goddess of the centaurs. Her statues are obvious because she’s portrayed as a centaur with wings. Each time you see a statue of her, incline your head, bow, or otherwise salute her. The centaurs will take it as a sign of respect to them and their culture. Now off to the docks with you! The daily ship to Valcalla leaves soon.” “I will pen you into my epic about our quest favorably,” Thanyan said with a grin. Offering a final bow, Cian allowed Rokemak to usher them away.

About the Author 

I’m a quirky English professor with tattoos, piercings, and an addiction to supernatural thriller, horror, fantasy, and science fiction. I’m proudly neurodivergent, third gender, and a trauma survivor, all things often reflected in my novels. I have degrees in both English and psychology, both of which inform my writing. In my free time, I enjoy hiking, off-road biking, and pyrography.

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NEW RELEASE: “Hunt in the Night” by S.J. Coles

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Hunt In The
Night (Blood and Bonds series #3)

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: August 6, 2024

Genre: Contemporary Paranormal Mystery/Cop

Tropes: Bi Awakening, Vampire, Men In Uniform, Gay For You

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Length: 71 136 words/282
pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is book 3 of 3. It does
not end on a cliffhanger.

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Hunting killers is Mason’s
job. But falling for a vampire is the scariest thing he’s ever done.

 

Blurb

Detective Inspector Mason Walker is good at his job. He has never focused on much else
in his life. Women come and go. Friends take time he doesn’t have to spare. The job is
constant. He works hard and has built a reputation for determination and integrity.

Now his skills are needed more than ever. The level of

violence in York has risen, involving both the haemophile and human communities. These
are unexplored waters for Mason, with both political and professional implications, and
Mason is afraid to lose his way.

But there’s been a murder—a haemophile—and Mason’s
facing the question of not only who committed the dreadful crime but how? Nothing seems
to be adding up. And being assigned a haemophile partner, Special Officer Cai Bracken, a
freelance detective working for the Met Police, only increases his tension.

What’s really unnerving is that Cai is not only making
Mason question his professional convictions, but his personal preferences, too…his most
personal preferences.

With so much at stake, can Mason really cope with
overhauling his police work and his personal life all at once?

Excerpt

Sunset was still an hour away when Mason pulled in at
Oswald House, but the day already felt like it had lasted twice as long as any other he had
lived through. Fatigue from the sleepless night was like an undertow tugging at his brain. But
his heart was skipping about when he pressed the doorbell.

Jesse Truelove opened the door. He blinked when he
recognized Mason.

“Any news?” he asked as he stepped back to allow Mason
inside.

“Not yet I’m afraid,” he said, glancing up the stairs. “I’m
here to see SO Bracken.”

Truelove raised his eyebrows. “No one’s supposed to know
he’s here…not even you.”

“I am a detective, you know. And I have a matter of some
urgency to discuss with him.”

“Well, you’re a little early, mate,” Truelove drawled,
glancing at his watch.

“I know,” Mason said awkwardly. “If there’s just somewhere
I could maybe wait? I don’t want to be in the way.”

“Detective Inspector Walker?”

Mason turned. Tom Addams was there. His face was
strained. There were shadows under his eyes. “Anything?”

“I’m sorry…no, not yet,” Mason said with sincere
regret.

“He’s here to see Cai,” Truelove said.

“There is one thing I wanted to ask you about, actually, Mr.
Truelove.”

“Mate, please,” Truelove said, opening the door to the
same sitting room as before. “Call me Jesse. I’m changing my name soon anyway.”

“Jesse,” Mason said, taking a seat on the sofa as Tom took
the armchair and Jesse perched on the sofa arm. “It was that that I wanted to talk to you
about. I don’t want to sound insensitive, but have you and the Baron considered postponing
your wedding?”

Jesse exchanged glances with Tom. “Yes. We considered it. I
did more than consider it, if I’m honest.”

“I heard their shouting match from the other end of the
house,” Tom said with a smile.

Jesse made a noisy sigh. “We’re not postponing.”

“Jesse,” Mason started, but Tom interrupted him.

“Darragh fought very long and hard for Emory and Jesse’s
wedding to be allowed to happen,” he said. “He would want it to go ahead. Otherwise,
there’s no point to any of it.”

“Okay,” Mason said. “I understand. I just wanted to make
sure someone had mentioned the idea.”

“They’ve both mentioned it,” Tom said. “And I told them
the same thing I told you. The wedding is going ahead.”

“You’re a stubborn asshole, you know that?” Jesse said to
Tom, but he was smiling.

“Darragh would never forgive me if we just gave
up.”

“It’s not giving up,” Jesse argued. “It’s just looking at the
bigger picture.”

“And what did Emory say when you said that to
him?”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Let’s not have this argument
again.”

“Okay, we won’t,” Tom said with a shaky smile and stood.
“Now, if you don’t need anything else, I have a security sweep to run.”

Tom left and Jesse stared after him with a haunted
expression.

“I’m very sorry you’re having to go through all this.”

“Not your fault,” Jesse murmured. “Just catch the bastard.
That’s all we want.” Mason nodded, even though Jesse wasn’t looking at him. Jesse stood.
“You can wait here if you want. Get you anything? Coffee? Something stronger?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Mason said. “I’ll just wait here, if
that’s okay.”

“Knock yourself out,” Jesse said, and left.

The room was warm. The sofa was comfortable. The light
grew dimmer, and Mason’s eyes began to droop.

A touch on Mason’s hand brought him out of a soft,
pleasant dream. He blinked groggily. Bracken was sitting in the armchair.

“You should get some proper sleep.”

Mason sat up, rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
nodded off.” He blinked at Bracken, all the feelings he’d told himself he’d keep suppressed
rushing to the surface. “You didn’t call back.”

Bracken’s expression closed. He stood. “Not here.”

Mason followed Bracken along a corridor, down some stairs
and through a series of locked doors to a comfortably furnished room. There was a
wardrobe, a sofa, a desk covered in papers and an open laptop. There were minimalist
paintings on the walls, several shelves of books and a large TV. It was airy and comfortable,
but with no windows. No bed.

“This is where you sleep?”

Bracken indicated an inner door locked with a numbered
keypad. “I have a secure sleeping cell through there, completely up to grade.” Bracken gave
him a pained look. “Walker, no one’s supposed to know I’m here.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not exactly neutral ground, is it? But it’s not like I can
check into the nearest hotel, either.”

“I think you’re capable of keeping your sleeping
arrangements separate from your professional duties.”

Bracken lifted an eyebrow. “Well, that’s loaded.”

Mason sank onto the sofa. “I’m sorry. I…I didn’t sleep last
night.”

 

About the Author

S.J. Coles is a Romance writer originally from Shropshire, UK.
She has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to read them. Her biggest
passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.

She finds writing
LGBT/paranormal romance provides many unique and fulfilling opportunities to explore
many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation,
emotion and sexuality.

Among her biggest influences
are LGBT Romance authors K J Charles and Josh Lanyon and Vampire Chronicles author Anne
Rice.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “Road to a Cowboy” by Amy Aislin. On Sale of $0.99 till August 15th, 2024.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Road to a
Cowboy

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: Morningstar
Ashley Designs

Release Date: August 6, 2024
(audio coming early September)

Genre: Contemporary M/M romance

Tropes: Childhood friends to lovers, small town, cowboys

Themes: Family, friendship

Series: Windsor, Wyoming
2

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 57 000
words

It’s book two in the Windsor,
Wyoming trilogy, but can be read as a standalone and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Detour
Five years after the death of his spouse, Austin
MacIsaac is ready to find love again—and he’s got the perfect guy in his sexy cowboy of a
best friend, Cal Anderson. If only he can convince Cal to detour out of the friend
zone.

Road work ahead
Cal has been in love with Austin for longer than he
can remember. The man has been his rock through the ups and downs of messy family
drama. But shaking up their friendship for something more could lead them down a bumpy
and unsafe road.

Merge
Amid a backdrop of the Wyoming mountains and
under a summer sky, can Austin and Cal merge their lives into one and let the road to
romance lead to happily ever after?

 

Excerpt

Austin’s heart did a sideways flip when Cal stopped next to
him, his broad shoulders as intimidating as the Rockies to anyone who didn’t know him.

“Welcome back,” Cal said in a slow drawl that dragged along
Austin’s senses. “How was Montana?”

“Beats me,” Austin said with a grin, keeping his eyes on the
image on his camera’s display. “But Kootenai National Forest was gorgeous. You should see
some of the shots I got. The night sky there is spectacular.”

“Doesn’t it look the same as everywhere else?”

Austin gave him the stink eye. “Don’t sass me, Calvin.”

Cal didn’t smile—his smiles were as rare as a sighting of
Halley’s Comet—but his lips twitched.

“And no, it doesn’t look the same everywhere.”

“If you say so.” Cal looked off to the right. “What’s with the
second camera?”

Austin jerked his gaze to where he’d set up an additional tripod
several feet away. “That one’s recording so I can make a time-lapse video.”

Cal grunted.

His presence was nonintrusive as the sun sank and the stars
began to emerge, yet Austin was always aware of him. He was as aware of Cal as he was of
the location of the moon or the image in his camera’s viewfinder.

A few minutes later, shadows bathing the landscape, Austin
began packing up his equipment under a sky quickly turning to dusk. The mountains had
turned nearly invisible—when it got dark out here, it got dark—and Cal was
almost a silhouette against the sky. Something about him standing silently with his hands
shoved in the pockets of his jeans, gazing out into the distance, screamed of both
contentment and loneliness, making Austin’s heart clench.

The first memory Austin had of Cal at Windsor Ranch was of
him falling into a puddle near the corral on a rainy summer day when they’d been seven or
eight. Now, as the foreman of that same ranch, Cal was basically running the place. The
juxtaposition between kid-Cal, covered in rain and mud as he’d blinked up at Austin with big
gray eyes as though wondering how he’d fallen into the puddle, and adult-Cal, tall, strong,
coolly confident, and carrying the weight of the entire ranch on his shoulders, was
sometimes jarring in that strange twist-of-fate kind of way.

Austin brought the camera up to his eyes, adjusted the
settings, and snapped a photo, framing Cal in the right third of the shot while he gazed off to
the left, making the viewer wonder what he was looking at. Austin would call it
Cowboy Against the Night. He might even put it up for sale in his gallery instead
of keeping it for himself.

Maybe.

Cal must’ve heard the shutter, because he turned with a raised
eyebrow.

“Smile,” Austin said, aiming his camera at him again.

Cal did the exact opposite, making Austin laugh as he took the
picture anyway.

 

 

About the Author

Amy’s lived with her head in
the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages
means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade
when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates
eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She
writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the
planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.

An unapologetic introvert,
Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with
readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to
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BLOG TOUR: “Silent Partner” by Morgan Brice

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Book Title: Silent
Partner: Fox Hollow Zodiac #3

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Adrijus
Garcia

Release Date: June 29,
2024

Genres: MM paranormal romance, shifter romance (not MPREG), urban
fantasy

Tropes: Hurt/comfort, found family, small town, fated mates

Themes: Working around differences, second chance at love, learning to
trust again after breakup

Length: 60 000 words/ 221
pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is part of a series but can be
read by itself. It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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A psychic moose shifter. A
handsome guy who is psychically silent.

The chance for a fresh
start, and a threat from the past that might get in the way.

 

Blurb

Brandon Davis is a psychic and a moose shifter. He makes
his living as a wilderness guide in Fox Hollow, NY—a town that is a haven for misfit shifters
and psychics. Brandon has a profitable business, a found family of close friends, and a cozy
cabin in the woods. Life is good, but he wishes he could find a special someone to share it
with. Then he picks up the unmistakable scent of his fated mate–a handsome man who isn’t
a shifter of any kind and whose thoughts he can’t read. The chemistry is undeniable, but can
he fall for a silent partner?

Riley Henderson escaped a bad relationship with an ex-
boyfriend he suspects is a psi-vamp. He left town and got a scholarship to the Fox Institute
to explore his rare ability—his thoughts are mostly closed to being read by psychics. Getting
away from his ex was worth being studied for his unusual silence as a “nil” or an “immune.”
Especially since the situation comes with a stipend, an apartment, and a regular gig as a
musician at one of the local hotels. Riley intends to go boy-sober until he meets a tall, dark-
haired stranger with whom he has a sudden, intense connection. When he realizes Brandon
is both a psychic and a shifter, Riley needs to figure out how they can overcome those
differences to be together. And in the back of his mind, Riley worries—what if his ex shows
up to ruin everything?

Silent Partner is a MM shifter romance filled with found family, a snarky moose, a soulful musician,
sexy shifters, small town winter fun, fated mates, helpful psychics, lots of snow and a very
happy ending.

 

Excerpt

Mixed shifter pairings were common in Fox Hollow, although
less so in other places. His friends’ marriages proved that. Big vegetarian shifters like deer
and elk were rare. He hadn’t met another moose shifter since relocating. Brandon believed
he could make things work with a carnivore and perhaps even with one of the other
omnivore or vegetarian shifters that weren’t as large as he was. Brandon was happy for his
friends who had found love. And although he was busy with guide tours and being an EMT,
he still wished he could find someone special of his own.

Now that he felt suitable to be in public, Brandon drove back to
the grocery store. For its size, the shop provided a remarkable variety of products, including
some specialties crafted by his neighbors. That saved everyone from trekking to Lake George
to go to one of the big-box stores. Online delivery only worked in the summer months.

He parked and headed inside. The familiar mix of smells from
the bakery and deli, as well as all the luscious produce, made Brandon sigh happily. He
waved to Brenda at the register, grabbed a cart, and started to make the familiar trek around
the store.

Brandon loaded up on salad, especially cabbage, broccoli, and
cauliflower. He skipped the carrots since they gave him indigestion. That was true for some
fruit as well, although he loved frozen berries and added them to the cart. His human side
craved coffee, oatmeal, and eggs, so Brandon made sure to replenish. He couldn’t resist
some chips and cookies and reminded himself to grab a bale of hay from the garden supplies
on the store terrace.

Halfway through the store, Brandon stopped dead in his tracks
and sniffed the air. A scent he had never picked up before enveloped him, making him light-
headed. Anise and maple. How strange. Maybe they’re baking something?

Mate.

Brandon startled, not expecting to hear from his inner moose
in such a human-centric place. What?

That’s what our mate smells like. Find him!

Brandon seriously doubted he’d spot a moose in the frozen
food aisle or even a moose shifter. Still, the scent captivated him and stirred a hunger deep
in his groin that had nothing to do with food.

He steered into the next aisle, forcing himself to keep a normal
walking pace. I can’t just run past people and sniff them. That would be weird—even
for Fox Hollow.

Shopping forgotten, Brandon searched for the elusive,
overwhelming scent. He turned down the baking aisle, and the aroma called to him, far
stronger. Only two people were nearby—Mrs. Prendicott—an elderly psychic—and a
handsome stranger.

The stranger looked vaguely puzzled like he couldn’t find what
he wanted on the tightly-packed shelves. The store overstocked during the bad weather
months, especially if there was news of a storm in the offing. That sometimes made it
difficult to locate items.

 

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal
romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily
ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more
explosions.

All of the modern-day
Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in
cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can
be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of
friendships and connections becomes clear.

Morgan and Gail believe that
paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics,
shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic.

She’s also a huge fan of the
TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox)

 

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