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Book Title: Two Soldiers
for Christmas

Author and Publisher: Aurora
Crane

Cover Artist: Cormar
Covers

Release Date:
Nov
ember 25, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M/M Romance

Tropes: Brother’s best friends, established couple adding a
third

Themes: Christmas in Australia, pining

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: approx. 28 000
words

It is loosely connected to
another series with cameos, but can be read alone.

It ends with a satisfying
HFN

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Can Avery open his
heart to two soldiers this Christmas?

Blurb

Can Avery open his heart to two soldiers this
Christmas?


Felix Hawkins and Zach Walsh fell in love with each
other when they were fourteen—and with their best friend’s little brother when they were
twenty-three. But at that point, Avery was barely an adult, still wearing hearts in his eyes
when he looked at them. Felix was determined that they should wait so that Avery could
come to them on even footing, as an adult fully grown and with a clear head. Zach wasn’t
sure he could be that patient, but for Felix, and for Avery, he would do anything. So they’ve
held out for what feels like forever—and they know what they want for Christmas this
year!


Avery McKenna might have crushed on his
brother’s best friends once upon a time, but that’s over with now… right? He’s focused on
his career, and while his job might not be keeping him warm at night, it’s summer in Sydney;
he doesn’t need any extra warmth. Felix and Zach and their charming… everything, can waltz
right back out the door because he doesn’t want anything to do with whatever game they’re
playing with him. It has to be a game, right? Earth-shattering kisses aside, why would they
ever want him for keeps?


Is the beautiful picture they might paint together
worth the risk of it all going wrong? Avery has never been a gambler, but he might finally be
ready to take a chance on the best Christmas present he’s ever received.


Two Soldiers for Christmas is a roughly 28,000-
word MMM older brother’s best friends Christmas novella featuring an established couple
adding a third, Christmas shenanigans, and a satisfying HFN ending.

Excerpt

If Zach hadn’t already fallen in love with this man, this
would have been the moment. The point in a rom-com movie where everything slows down
as that realisation kicks in. Except there were no
oh fuck feelings to accompany it. It
wasn’t a surprising feeling for him. Zach welcomed it.

“What are you—?” Avery said, his eyes widening in horror.
They widened further when he looked down at himself. “Oh my god.”

He slammed the door in their faces.

Felix chuckled. “Think he forgot we were coming?”

Something crashed loudly inside and Zach instantly shoved
his bags at Felix and rushed through the—thankfully unlocked—door. If it hadn’t been, he
would have put his boot through it.

Avery was standing next to a small scaffolding set up, the
floor surrounding it covered in white sheets, and dozens of tins of paint in different sizes.
There were about six jars of murky water and paintbrushes and a few rollers, along with an
iPod speaker dock that had splashes of paint all over it. An iPod that Zach was pretty sure
was older than Avery was sitting in it, low Christmas music playing.

The only part of the situation that didn’t fit was the paint
tin that Avery was holding in his hand, red paint puddled all over the sheets and some of it
leaking onto to the tiling.

Avery stared at him, red paint dripping from his hair.
“Um…”

“Are you all right?” Felix asked. He took the paint tin from
Avery’s hand and checked it over while Zach took Avery’s face in his hands. Zach turned his
head left and right, making sure he hadn’t hurt himself. It looked like all the red was just
paint, but it was best to be sure.

Avery was still staring, wide-eyed, at him. “Yeah—yes? I’m
fine. I just…” He sighed and gestured at the scaffolding with the hand that Felix had just let
go of. “Knocked down the paint tin. It’s going to take me hours to clean this mess up.”

“I think you’re supposed to have a harness on when you’re
up that high,” Felix said, looking over the scaffolding with a slight frown on his face.

“It’s not high,” Avery said.

“Still above regulation height,” Felix said.

“Aren’t you just a walking inspector?” Avery shot back
sarcastically. “It’s fine.”

“What would happen if you did fall?” Felix’s eyes narrowed.
“If you were here alone and hit your head?”

Avery threw his hands up in aggravation. “I guess I would
just die?”

Zach bit back his snarled reaction to those words. He knew
that Avery wasn’t being serious, but it still made him feel like he’d been slammed in the
head by a helicopter rotor. He might not have been a medic, but he knew how quickly a
head injury could turn bad.

He reached out and grabbed one of the scaffolding legs,
and then pushed. It rolled easily under his grip. “You don’t even have the safety on,” he said
flatly.

“So what?”

“So what?” Zach repeated, his voice rising unintentionally.
“So have a little more care for your personal safety.”

“What, you guys are going to suddenly act like you give a
shit about me?” Avery’s hazel eyes were blazing.

“When have we not cared about you?” Felix asked. He
sounded like always did—even and level-headed. But Zach knew him too well. He could hear
the tremor of hurt that Felix was so good at concealing. Hearing it made anger rise in Zach’s
stomach. They didn’t deserve that. They’d never been dismissive of Avery, not once, in all
the years they’d known him.

“I’ve been doing this for years and I’m still here, so go pull
your big brother act on someone else,” Avery said, turning his back dismissively.

Zach whirled him around and trapped him against the
scaffolding, bracing himself with one hand gripping tightly to it. “Big brother act?” he bit out.
“You think that’s what this is?”

Avery’s pulse visibly jumped in his throat. The things that
Zach wanted to do to him, the thoughts he had, weren’t brotherly in any way. He took hold
of Avery’s chin and stroked his thumb across it, just under the alluring curve of his bottom
lip. Avery’s pupils dilated, his lips parting in shock.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Reaper” by Rae Scott.

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Book Title: The
Reaper

Author: Rae
Scott

Publisher: Page
Publishing

Release Date: November 3,
2022

Genre: Mystery/Thriller/Crime

Tropes: Vigilante justice/ Victims no one will miss/ The one you least
expect

Themes: Good vs Evil, Life or Death

Heat Rating: No
heat

Length: 188 pages/ 60 000
words

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

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Reap what you have sown.

Blurb

Fear not those who are innocent, for I shall cause you no
harm. I seek out only those who have yet to pay for their sins. Fear me if you have no

remorse, for I am the Reaper, and I will ensure that you reap what you have
sewn.

The serial killer known as The Reaper is loose on the streets
of Norfolk. Its victims have two things in common: They have each hurt a child but served
little to no time in jail for it and none of them regret their actions.

Detective Mel Tanner is close to retirement when she is
assigned to investigate a murder that leads her in a hunt for the serial killer known as The
Reaper. As a seasoned homicide detective of fifteen years, she now finds herself jaded and
unfeeling to the atrocities that she has had to witness every day.

When rookie Detective Nat Petrov lands her dream
assignment, to work with the best Detective in Norfolk, she is thrown headfirst into The
Reaper’s perverse sense of justice. The Detectives race against the clock as body after body
turns up with the signature Grim Reaper tarot card, each life ended in a way specifically
designed for the individual victim. Will the detectives be able to catch a twisted serial killer
before time runs out or will The Reaper exact revenge in a way more personal than anyone
could have ever fathomed?

Excerpt

Michael watched with a sense of foreboding as the masked
figure in the black cloak stood looking down at the various items on the table, fear of the
unknown beginning to take hold of him. A thousand thoughts and images ran through his
mind as he tried to work out the reason for why he was there on that table, but as hard as
he tried, he couldn’t come up with a single explanation for his circumstances. He tried to
figure out who his captor might be, but the only name he could come up with was the Grim
Reaper, because that’s what his captor looked like. The Reaper came back and held a card in
front of his face with its left hand. It was a three-by-five-inch tarot card, and on it was a
picture of the Grim Reaper. Michael felt the color drain from his face. The Reaper pulled the
card away and with its right hand, held up a laminated newspaper clipping for him to read.
Michael Fitzpatrick received a six-month
sentence for the beating death of his then-girlfriend’s six-year-old son. Questions on the
mishandling of evidence dropping the charges from murder to child abuse
.

His stomach dropped. “I did my time for that,” he said, his
voice shaking with dread. Out of nowhere, his captor’s fist came swinging down hitting him
square on his nose. The sound of his nose breaking resonated loudly in his ears. Instantly his
eyes began to water, and blood began flowing down his throat. He tried to turn his head so
he could spit the coppery-tasting substance from his mouth, but the Reaper held him still,
forcing Michael to swallow the thick fluid. The Reaper slowly shook its head from side to
side. Fear of repercussions should he move kept him still and motionless even when his
captor went back to the table again.

When the Reaper returned, he was shown another news
article. This one detailing all fifty-three injuries the boy had sustained by him during a
drunken rage. While he read the article, tears spilled from Michael’s eyes in earnest as he
finally realized that he wasn’t going to get out of this room alive. Again, his captor went to
the table, returned the news article, and came back to look down at him with its unblinking
gaze. It held the Grim Reaper’s card up to him again, only this time it showed him the
message that had been written on the back of the card. Swallowing several times to clear
the blood from throat, Michael read it out loud, “Fear not those who are innocent, for I shall
cause you no harm. I seek out only those who have yet to pay for their sins. Fear me if you
have no remorse, for I am the Reaper, and I will ensure that you reap what you have sewn.”
Michael looked from the card to the Reaper, tears flowing down his cheeks as he begged for
his life. “Please, no. I did my time for that. I would never have hurt him if I hadn’t been
drunk. It wasn’t my fault. She knows how I am when I get drunk. She should have kept him
quiet and away from me.”

The Reaper placed the card on Michael’s chest and shook
its head. With its other hand, the Reaper slowly lifted up a ball-peen hammer, holding it in
front of Michael’s face so he could see it, the intention clear.

“Please, no. I’m sorry,” Michael sobbed, frantically pulling
against his bindings as panic began to take over.

The Reaper slowly turned and walked around the table until
it was standing next to Michael’s right knee. As the hammer was steadily raised over its
head, the Reaper looked down into Michael’s eyes.

He didn’t feel the wetness pooling around him as his
bladder released nor the pain of the restraints as they cut into his already raw and bleeding
skin. The only thing he felt was pure unadulterated terror. “No, please! You don’t
understand!”

The Reaper tilted its head, the hammer still hovering high in
the air over Michael’s knee and placed one black-gloved finger to its mouth.
Shhh. It said as the hammer came down hard, shattering his kneecap.

About the
Author

Born in New England, Rae
Scott spent her childhood hiking, fishing, and enjoying the outdoor life inherent to the area.
This love of adventure led her to travel the world in a quest to discover new and exciting
things, feeding her thirst for knowledge and creativity that she now draws on for her books.
In between her travels, she can be found on her porch in Virginia with her family coming up
with new ideas as to where their next adventure will take them.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Life is Right Here” by Magdalena Di Sotru & Sophia Soames.

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Book Title: Life is Right
Here

Authors and Publishers:
Sophia Soames and Magdalena di Sotru

Cover Artist: Sophia
Soames

Release Date: December 1,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Co-dependency, Found family

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 65 000
words

It is book two (of two) in the
Life is Good series. The books must be read in order.

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“And here you are,” he
said softly.

“Like you knew I would
be.”

We sounded like a bad
pop song from our youth. Or an even worse one from the present.

Blurb

“We’re going to have a brilliant Christmas, Andreas. Just like
it was ten years ago, all of us together,” Vati said, placing steaming cups of coffee in front of
us. “We’re just pointing out that you and Fredrik always had something special, and you
haven’t seen each other for years. It will be lovely for you to reconnect.”

“Reconnecting is fine. We can discuss college life versus
German nursing schools, drink Jägerbombs and watch weird Norwegian shit on TV.
Christmas will be thrilling.”

“Andreas…” Vati warned as Lottie burst into giggles.

“You adore Fredrik. Still. I can see it in your eyes. You go all
panic-stricken and weird when we even mention Freee—”

“Fredrik has a girlfriend in America. Maria hates my guts.
Frank and Thomas will whip my butt for not visiting over summer, and anyway, I have to buy
them a big present to bribe them to even talk to me.”

Vati smiled. “Frank and Thomas love you like a son, and
they will just hug the shit out of you as usual.”

“Alongside Maria’s boyfriend, and Fredrik’s girlfriend. It will
be a delightful group hug.” I snarled.

“Fredrik’s girlfriend isn’t coming. I told you that,” Vati said
sternly. He was pissed off with me already, and we hadn’t even had breakfast.

“Whatever.” I huffed.

Awkward
was the word I was looking for. This whole thing was going to be super awkward. Because
they always were. And Fredrik? My world used to spin around the strange, blonde boy who
was my best friend for a few years. He lit up my life. Then he fucked off. Well, he fucked off
because I told him to. I was stupid and scared. I think he was too.

Awkward.
That wasn’t even the start of what this Christmas was going to be like.

Authors’ Note:

Life is Right Here was intended to be a one-chapter Christmas epilogue to Life is Good and Other Lies.

This book is still that, an epilogue, and should be read
after
Life is Good and Other Lies to make sense. We hope that it will bring everything full circle
and that you will enjoy, once again, following this family to their final HEA.

Trigger warnings:

Terminal and life-threatening illness. Bipolar disorder. Talk of
suicide and the fear of this.
Far too many sugar-
laden Christmas foods.

This book has an HEA.

Excerpt

I’d tried. I really had tried. My dads had been
together since they were in their twenties, a lifetime. We all knew the story about how
they’d met and found love and lost and found and lost and found and then never lost again.
It was like a fairy tale, like one of Frank’s favourite movies, even if Thomas kept teasing him
that their meet-cute wasn’t actually an epic love story of any sort. He always said it had been
fate. Thing was, I’d always wanted that for myself, and I’d thought Andreas had been the
one, back when we were teenagers. But then he wasn’t, and I didn’t know what I’d done
wrong or why anything had happened in the first place.

My flights home to Oslo this time were chaotic and stressful
with too many people going somewhere for Christmas. I’d managed to wrap myself into my
own bubble of blankets and cheap pillows and dozed over Canada, then watched the ice
over Greenland in wide-eyed, jet-lagged wonder. I’d barely registered landing in Paris before
rushing through CDG, a mishmash of then-futuristic architecture from the last century and
modern, energy-saving solutions that made me dizzy. I barely caught my flight and dozed off
again the second I hit my seat. I felt calmer now; home was getting closer.
If it was still home, I
thought before my brain shut off.

“Fredrik!” My dad’s arms were long and warm around me
outside customs. I dropped my bag and backpack on the floor. My eyes were wet; my god,
how much I had missed him. I leant into his chest and sniffed in the familiar smell of his
shampoo and aftershave, the detergent we used at home, his stubble scratching my cheek,
his hair tickling my lips. I breathed him for who knew how long. Seconds, minutes, I didn’t
care.

I was finally home again.

About the Authors

Magdalena Di Sotru
is an information security and data protection enthusiast from Norway. She is a mother of
two and wife of one as well as a long-established fanfic writer. Her favourite food is (actually)
salads (without mayo), her favourite guilty pleasure is fresh bakery goods (and that explains
why everyone would think the salad was a lie). She knows her way around knitting, lock
picking and skydiving (all at about equal skill levels – go figure). Life is Good and Other lies
was her first novel.

Sophia Soames
should be old enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to
fangirl over TV shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to
remember, and has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.

Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The dogs are too.

She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in her native Scandinavia.

Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.

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Book Title: Irish Charm (Flying into Love #3)

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
(KAM Design)

Release Date: November 28,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Opposites Attract

Themes: Second Chance, Forced Proximity

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 64 250 words/260
pages

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

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Can a bit of Irish charm rescue an injured soldier from his
wrenching heartache?

Blurb

Injured ex-soldier, Kane Taylor, has lost everything—the job
he loves, the use of his trigger hand, and the love of his life. Moving to remote Donegal in
Ireland to fix those lost links with his deceased partner’s ancestors is the only thing keeping

his memories alive.

Publican Declan McCafferty has everything—a job
he loves, a community he adores and a revolving door of lovers. But when he sets eyes on
the new sexy, brooding regular customer at his pub staring solemnly into his Guinness night
after night, Declan realises he needs one more thing—him.


Kane isn’t ready to give himself to another man,
but the charismatic and charming publican is hard to resist. Can a fling be such a bad
thing?

It is when Declan discovers Kane is the only man in
his life he’s not willing to let go.


Irish Charm (Flying into Love #3) is a
contemporary hurt/comfort, opposites attract, second chance MM romance featuring an ex-
military alpha male recovering from heartache and a cheeky Irish publican allergic to
commitment.

Excerpt

“What you grinning for?” Ciara was at his office door, nose
scrunched.

Declan composed the returning message, then clicked off
the phone and dropped it on his desk.

“You’ll get an extra hundred in your pay this month. Euan
coughed up.”

“You got that tight arse to pay? How did you do
that?”

“My obvious charm.”

“Did you deny him his drink?”

“Aye.”

Ciara snorted.

“You’re still okay to stay until closing tonight? Paddy’ll be
with you, so you won’t be alone to lock up.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

Ciara’s dubious grin had Declan’s brow furrowing. “You
might reconsider that.”

Declan stood, smoothing down his shirt. “Doubt that.” He
did. He needed to get laid. However it came. “Does this shirt make me look—”

“Old?”

“Publican?”

“Aye.”

“Oh.”

“Cause y’are.”

“I know, but sometimes I like to hide that fact.” He
unbuttoned the shirt, ruffling it out from his jeans and flapped it off his arms.

“What vocation you going for?”

“Model? Actor? Front man of a boy band.”

Ciara cracked out a laugh. “Only way you’ll pass for that is if
you serve the bloke your lock, stock and barrels, getting him so bollocksed he can’t see.”

“You’re good for the soul, y’know, Ciara.”

Ciara curtseyed. “You’re welcome. You still won’t go out
though.”

Declan shot a confused look over his shoulder as he
rummaged around in his office wardrobe. He kept spare clothes down here for those times
he needed a quick change rather than having to venture up three flights of stairs. Mostly it
was shirts for when he’d been drenched with beer. Or the occasional jacket for when he had
the brewers in. Or a jumper for when he needed to head into the cellar at night. But, right at
the back, were a few go-tos for last minute dates. He yanked a T-shirt off a hanger and
checked it over. Least it didn’t spell middle-aged owner of a centuries-old pub. It was tight.
Might as well be a base layer. Perhaps it was. He wriggled into it. Thank Mary he still had a
decent body. He turned to Ciara and smoothed down the creases, tucking the tee into his
waistband.

“This?”

“Aye, you could pass for one of the fellas from Boyzone. The
oldest one.”

“Grand.” Declan ruffled his curls.

“You still won’t go out though.”

“Why not?”

Ciara smirked, then angled her head for Declan to follow
her. He tutted. If it was Jacob, he’d call the Garda. Or his daughter. He’d put the fella in a
home himself. Because nothing was going to prevent him getting laid tonight. He needed rid
of the loitering scent of Rowan, and to work off the lingering fantasy of a certain army
captain.

Ciara led Declan from his back office, through the inn’s
reception and into the main bar. Irish folk played on a loop for the few customers chatting
into their drinks and finishing off the special of steak and ale pie with greens. Ciara stopped,
folded her arms and nodded toward one of the tables.

Declan regretted his choice of top as it restricted his lungs
expanding.

In an exact recreation of the previous night, Captain Kane
Taylor stared forlornly into a pint of Guinness. Declan doubted a single drop had passed his
lips and it wouldn’t be anything to do with how Shane had poured it. A shadow of a
man—hunched and childlike—there was too much and nothing at all going on behind sad
eyes. Declan’s desire to go to him wrenched hard. Harder than his need to release his pent-
up load into a stranger.

Ignoring Ciara’s triumphant “told ye so”, he went to him
and slipped into the seat opposite.

“Howaya?”

Kane met his gaze, eyes dreary and empty yet filled with
need. With hope. With longing. He dug deep into his jeans pocket, fished out a coin and slid
it across the table.

Declan tilted his head. “Don’t usually accept British
currency. I’ll make an exception for you though.” He picked up the two pound coin and
tossed it into the air, catching it in his fist. “You want change, it’ll have to be in cents.”

“No need for change. I have a lot of thoughts to pay
for.”

Declan’s lips curved into a benevolent smile. Ciara had been
right. With thoughts of nothing but this man, Declan wasn’t going anywhere.

“Bottle of Jameson’s, Ciara,” he called over to the bar. “Two
glasses.” He then wrapped his hand around Kane’s pint and dragged it toward him. “I take it
you’re not going to drink this?”

“No. As much as I want to.”

“I hope, one day, that I can drink it.”

“That day not today?”

“That day isn’t today.”

Declan held up the glass in salute. “Then I’ll take one for
your team.” He drank the lot, dumping the empty onto the beer mat, and wiped the froth
from his lips. “Can’t waste the best poured pint outside Dublin.”

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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Book Title: Awakened
Desires (My Kinky Housemate Book 5)

Author and Publisher: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Designs by
Jo

Release Date: November 23, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: friends to lovers, slow burn, first-time dad, bi-sexual awakening,
kink

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 78 000
words

It can be read as a
standalone, but is better read as part of the
My
Kinky Housemate
series.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Will reconnecting with
my childhood best friend awaken desires?

Blurb

Seventeen years ago, my life fell apart. By attempting to
protect me, my best friend, Rory, accidentally tore us apart. After being in a dark place, I’m
getting my life back on track.

A surprising summons to London threatens to throw my life
into disarray once more. It’s probably the worst time to reach out to Rory, yet rekindling our
friendship could lead to something new. Something stronger.

Rory and his kinky housemates welcome me and open my
eyes to things I never thought I’d be interested in. When my life gets more complicated, Rory
is there to help. The closer we get, the more I realise I want more than friendship. Will past
trauma stop me from having what—or who—I want now?

Awakened Desires is a friends-to-lovers, slow-burn romance with a first-time dad, a bi-sexual awakening,
several first experiences, some hurt/comfort, and sensory play. It’s the fifth book in the
My Kinky Housemate series. While it can be read as a standalone, it’s better to read it as
part of the series.

Trigger warning: One of the main characters is an
alcoholic who has been sober for some time and was a victim of abuse in their
youth.

Excerpt

“Rory.”

He freezes.

“Would you sit?”

He nods slowly and then sits. I can see the tension in his
shoulders and jaws.

“I think we need to talk, don’t you?”

Rory stares past me, his expression unreadable.

“Clear the air,” I say. “Get everything we couldn’t say as kids off
our chests.”

He finally makes eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Betraying your trust. Telling your secret to the Garda. I
just“—he clenches his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, and shakes his head—“I couldn’t let
him keep hurting you.”

“I know. I’m not angry about that, Rory. I’ve never been angry
about what you did.”

“You left without a word. You never called or wrote. I
thought—”

“Mam and Dad convinced me I needed to put everything
behind me. They thought it was the only way I’d heal.” I let out a bitter laugh. “If only. But
that’s in the past now. It’s all in the past. Things are better. I’m okay.” I reach across the table
and squeeze his hand. “You shouldn’t feel guilty for what you did.” I manage to smile. “I
hope you left some deep gouges in that bastard’s car when you keyed it.”

“Three.” Rory’s smile is watery. “They were deep and
long.”

“Good.” I take my hand away from his. “This is weird.”

He nods. “Are you really okay, Cal?”

God. It’s been so long since anyone has called me that. It was
always Rory’s nickname for me. It was what he called me before he could say my name
properly, and then it stuck. I’ve never asked or wanted anyone else to call me Cal. A knot of
emotion makes it hard to breathe. I clear my throat to dislodge it so I can answer his
question.

“I am now. It took a long time.”

About the Author

Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she
met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually
led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England
with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.

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COVER REVEAL: “Lich Reaper’s Lament” by Jessamyn Kingley.

COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Lich Reaper’s
Lament (D’Vaire, Book 33)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: December 8,
2022

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, confronting the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 122 568
words

It is not a standalone story
but d
oes not end on a cliffhanger.

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A sorrowful reaper with
a heart encased in ice. A lonely rock star who walked away from everything. What chance do
they have at love?

Blurb

Ripped apart by life, Lich Reaper Grymington Daray is
drowning in sorrow. Each day, he strives to find the people responsible for killing his best
friend, and he wishes his own existence had more meaning. The last thing on Grymington’s
mind is finding the other half of his soul. While a loving family surrounds him, the coldness

growing in his heart keeps him separated from joy.

Decades ago, Devlin Nero ran away from the world. Being a
rock star was everything Devlin wanted, but it turned into a nightmare. Now, the enchanter-
human hybrid is living alone and surrounded by nothing but fading memories. Desperate for
happiness, Devlin makes his way to the Council of Sorcery and Shifters and winds up at a
sanctuary designed for freaks like him.

On a fateful day, Grymington and Devlin discover they are
mates. Sparks fly, and the two men venture forth to honor Fate’s choice for them. However,
Grymington is too lost and much too fearful to allow Devlin near his tattered soul. Devlin
wants love, but the Lich Reaper may not be able to offer it. If their confusing relationship
isn’t enough, they have pasts to reconcile, and the future will not wait. It will be up to
Grymington and Devlin to discover if they have a matebond worth saving.

Excerpt

Strange feelings fluttered through Grymington that made
little sense as he strode toward the great room, but the erection that tented his jeans the
moment he put a sneaker into the space took him by surprise.

A rush of pumpkin spice filled his senses, and Grymington
nearly smiled; he loved fall. But he was unnerved by the stiff dick in his pants and the
knowledge of what a newly found sexuality meant for him. His gaze went unerringly to a
stranger staring at Grymington with his mouth slightly ajar. The shocked expression didn’t
mar the man’s masculine beauty. Nothing could disguise the sensuality in his pink lips or rob
his electric blue eyes of their intensity.

Although there was a messiness to his hair, something in
Grymington told him it was purposeful and nothing like the typically tousled mops of
sentinels who refused to bother with grooming products or even running a comb through
their tresses after training. The black strands hung in thick layers accented by the same blue
of his magnificent irises.

Somehow, this man was Grymington’s mate. What the hell
could Grymington offer anyone? How could he be responsible for a relationship? Then again,
what kind of person would it make Grymington if he walked away from him?

“…and this is Lich Reaper Grymington Daray, though
everyone calls him Grymmie,” Dra’Kaedan said. “Grymmie, this is Devlin D’Vaire.”

The rock star who’d mysteriously disappeared was
Grymington’s mate, and the reaper could barely get his feet in motion again to move toward
him.

The man was about five inches taller than Grymington and
wearing faded jeans torn in several spots. Paired with the denim, the newest member of the
D’Vaires wore a collarless button down which was half tucked into his pants.

The thin material hung loosely and nearly hid the thick
dragonskin belt. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tattoos over both forearms, but
Grymington could not appreciate the art from such a distance. Grymington sidled
fractionally closer and wondered what the fuck he was doing.

Devlin chuckled, and the throaty sound punched
Grymington in the gut.

“Unreal,” the hybrid breathed out.

He was new to the Council and likely didn’t know that it
was traditional to announce to loved ones the moment two mates met, so Grymington lifted
his chin. The Lich Reaper wanted to run and had absolutely no clue how to handle this latest
development in his life, but he would not be a coward.

“Dra’Kaedan, thanks for introducing me to my mate,”
Grymington said.

The Grand Warlock blinked and whooped loudly.

“Fate’s sake, did everyone hear that?” he yelled.

Brogan slapped his hands over his ears. “Sensitive shifter
hearing, Baby. I’m standing right fucking next to you, you don’t have to scream.”

Across from Grymington, Devlin licked his top lip in a way
that made the reaper’s belly flop, then smirked. “A pleasure to meet you, Grymmie.”

“Yeah, great to meet you too,” Grymington murmured, his
rush of bravery long gone.

With the left corner of his mouth still lifted wryly, Devlin
bent down onto one knee and carefully lifted his hand toward Hekate, who padded close to
sniff him.

“And who is this lovely lady?”

“That’s Hekate,” Daemon Lord Baxter Daray stated as he
stalked into the room with his mate, Benton. “Grymmie’s dog.”

“I think he figured out that Hekate is a dog,” Benton
muttered.

“You’ll never guess what,” Dra’Kaedan remarked and
clenched his fists with excitement.

“Squirt, let Devlin and Grymmie get a chance to tell people
things,” High King Aleksander said to the Grand Warlock.

For as long as Grymington had known the pair, they’d
teased each other. While Dra’Kaedan had a plethora of nicknames for Aleksander, the
warlock was always Squirt to the High King.

“The excitement might kill me, Tallosaur, but okay,”
Dra’Kaedan replied and grabbed Grymington. He’d snagged Grymington so swiftly, the
reaper nearly fell into the warlock who was holding him so tightly it was hard to suck in a
breath. “Congratulations.”

“Why are we congratulating Grymmie?” Lich Sentinel Alaric
Daray asked as he walked into the room.

“They haven’t told us yet,” Baxter complained.

Since Devlin was still on the floor with Hekate, who’d
allowed the singer to smother her with pets, Grymington supposed it fell to him to make the
announcement. Excitement was undoubtedly expected of him, but he couldn’t feel anything
other than fear.

“Devlin is my mate,” Grymington stated as Dra’Kaedan
released him.

Whether it was the fact that Grymington’s voice lacked any
inflection or the surprise of his family gathering in the D’Vaire great room, silence reigned
for several tense moments.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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SERIES TOUR: “The Valence Chronicles Series” by D’Arcy Arden.

SERIES TOUR – THE VALENCE
CHRONICLES

BOOK 1

Book Title: The Fourth State of Matter

Author: D’Arcy
Arden

Publisher: The Wild Rose
Press

Cover Artist: Jennifer
Greeff

Length: 87 000 words / 349
pages

Release Date: May 31,
2021

Genres: Sci-fi, M/M Romance, Menage, Space Opera, Aliens

Tropes: Class divide, Fast burn, Scifi spaceship adventure

Themes: Rebellion, Freedom, Personal discovery

It is not a standalone story,
but does not
end on a cliffhanger.

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Space is cold, the sex it
hot, and the rebellion is right on target.

Blurb

Earth is dead. Humanity survives by selling the only
resource available—themselves. 2689 has signed away his rights as a living being and
become décor, living artwork that rich aliens use to decorate their homes. It’s a stable

existence but a boring one. Until one day his owner plays host to three unexpected guests.
Large, loud, and more potent than anything 2689 has ever experienced, this trio of ship-
dwellers from the wrong side of the universe awakens a desire he can’t ignore.

However, blissful days of sex and companionship
with Brog, Desmodian, and Xavis come to an end when 2689 discovers a plot that could land
the trio in jail…or worse. 2689 will have to make a choice—stay silent and allow three
innocent lives to be ruined or give up his stable life to protect the ones he loves.

Excerpt

Pet fumbled his drink, creating a clink of glass against glass
and spilling pink droplets onto the table’s surface. He had encountered Décor Preservation
Services once before, at his first auction, when they evaluated his quality and determined
what price to charge his buyers.

“And what does DPS want with us?”

Desmodian sounded too calm, considering the tremor Pet
felt running through the hand on his head.

Vige scoffed. “Really? A trio of dirty ship-dwellers running
around with one of their precious décor, and you don’t think they’re going to
intervene?”

“We’ve done nothing wrong.” Xavis ruffled his feathers
again, filling what little space remained in their alcove. “Pet was transferred to us legally.
Anyone can check the license.”

In a different situation, Pet would have stroked the feathers
back down, but he was too scared to do more than stare dumbly from person to
person.

BOOK 2

Book Title: The Use of
Heavy Water

Author: D’Arcy
Arden

Publisher: The Wild Rose
Press

Cover Artist: Jennifer
Greeff

Length: 89 000 words / 360
pages

Release Date: October 12,
2022

Genres: Sci-fi, M/M Romance, Menage, Space Opera, Aliens

Tropes: Beach vacation, the past returning, capture, rescue /
escape

Themes: Relationships, betrayal, deception, personal strength,
communication

It is not a standalone story,
but does not end on a cliffhanger.

The books are best read in
order.

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Blurb

Décor don’t usually go on vacation, but after their
adventure in the Iota Cloud, Pet is looking forward to a week of relaxation on the planet
Syzygy, an ideal vacation spot for aliens from all corners of the galaxy.


The fancy resort they’ve chosen isn’t welcoming to
ship-dwellers, but defying societal expectations has always been a favorite pastime for
Desmodian, Brog, and Xavis.


However, a divide is sparked in the trio when
shadows from Brog’s past make an unexpected appearance. Distracted by their conflict, the
three are left vulnerable to an enemy who knows their weaknesses.


The trio can’t save Pet this time. It’s up to him to
rescue the ones he loves and return them all to their true home among the stars. If he fails,
their freedom and maybe even their lives will be forfeit.

Excerpt

Desmodian turned sharply back to Brog. His hand, which
had been holding the card, opened and closed as if confused about its sudden emptiness.
“What? You’re keeping it?”

One of Brog’s hands held the card, and another gripped
Desmodian. That still left two arms free to cross over his chest in a challenging posture.
“Maybe. No reason not to.”

Desmodian gaped. “No reason…after what that man did to
you. There’s every reason to avoid him.”

The pair stared each other down, Brog with one set of eyes
and Desmodian with his whole body.

Pet’s foot slipped over wet rock, and he nearly tumbled off
the island. He had seen these emotions on his trio before, but rarely directed at each other.
On the rare occasion they fought, it usually ended as quickly as it started. He hoped this time
would be the same.

Xavis approached the argument with both wings
outstretched. “Hey, guys, calm down. This isn’t worth fighting over.”

Brog let go of Desmodian, practically throwing his hand
away. “If he thinks he can make decisions for me, then we got somethin’ to fight
over.”

Desmodian’s hammer planted in the sand again, hard
enough to sink several inches. “It shouldn’t even be a decision. It should be common sense.
Yaivin Vels is the reason you ended up arrested and in Unit 22 in the first place. You
shouldn’t want anything to do with him.”

About the Author

D’Arcy Arden grew up in
Akron, Ohio, where she attended creative art schools and was surrounded by beautiful
country landscape. This combination cultivated an interest in literature, art, and the natural
world around her. In college, she earned a Masters Degree in Fiction Writing, which primarily
taught her that there is no one way to tell a good story. So, she turned around and went
back for a degree in Animation as well. This love for both visual and written stories has given
her a preference for stories that are memorable, easy to picture, and, most importantly,
fun.

That was her main goal when
she started writing The Fourth State of Matter—to provide readers with a fun story featuring
the three S’s. Science, sex, and spaceships. It is her first published novel, but only the
beginning of a great adventure.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “A Gift-Wrapped Holiday” by Amy Aislin. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: A Gift-Wrapped Holiday

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: LC
Chase

Release Date: November 22,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M romance

Tropes: single dad, age gap (10 years), small town, found
family

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 69 000 words / 272
pages

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

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Blurb

Mal’s first priority is giving his six-year-old son the best
Christmas ever, a goal made trickier by a recent move to New England after losing his job. As
a single dad, he’s not looking for romance—especially not with a blond California boy ten
years his junior.


After being ridiculed at the family business, Luca

sets out to prove himself by opening an eco-friendly gift-wrapping store in a small town with
a hard-on for Christmas that’s about as far from LA as he can get. Out of his comfort zone in
snowy Maine, love is the last thing on his mind.

But the magic of the season has other ideas. As Mal
and Luca collide on wintery streets, will they let their first Christmas in Lighthouse Bay lead
to happily ever after?

Content warning: stillbirth. Although it took place off-page and in the past, it is
discussed on-page.

Excerpt

Mal slowed at the bottom of a driveway and nodded at the
house. “This is me.”

“I was wondering who lived here,” Luca said, taking in the
house’s boxy structure.

“Why? Because it’s hideous?”

That startled a laugh out of Luca. “Well . . . yes. It doesn’t
match the rest of the houses.” The area just west of Christmas Lane housed Lighthouse Bay’s
historic homes, but this modern construction was decidedly
not historic. Luca had passed it a
couple of times on his evening gift deliveries and wondered what the owner had been
thinking. “Why’d you buy it if you don’t like it?”

“I’m not. I’m leasing.”

Even so, Mal had gone all out with the decorations. Icicle
lights hanging from the roof, flashing multicolored lights framed around each window, static
white lights around a nine-foot-tall pine tree, and a lit-up reindeer family. He even had some
sort of spotlights buried somewhere in the yard that swirled red and green snowflakes on
the house in an unidentifiable pattern.

“Which is probably another reason I haven’t unpacked,”
Mal continued. “I hate this place.”

“Why lease it, then?”

Mal blew out a breath that ghosted the air in front of him.
“The short version is that I was in a rush.”

“And the long version?”

“The long version is something I’ll have to give you another
time.”

Luca glanced at Otis. “I think he’s asleep.”

“Bet he gets a second wind as soon as I walk in the door.”
Mal’s voice was a disgruntled grumble that Luca shouldn’t have found as charming as he did.
“Thanks for walking us home.”

“Thanks for letting me. I like talking to you.”

Mal’s smile went lopsided. “I like talking to you too. Still
want to do it again sometime? I promise not to feed you ice cream while it’s below freezing
outside. Real food only. Scout’s honor.”

Luca’s armpits went damp despite the winter weather, and
butterflies took flight in his belly. He dug his toe into the sidewalk. “You must really want to
date me if you’ve asked me out twice in one week.”

“Or I just want an adult to talk to for once,” Mal said, a
teasing tilt to his smile.

Luca stuck his tongue in his cheek and backed down the
driveway, keeping his gaze on Mal’s. “Or maybe you like me.”

“Damn. And here I thought I wasn’t being obvious
at all.”

The butterflies floated into Luca’s throat. “Text me?”

“I will.” The darkness enveloped Mal as he moved away
from the sidewalk and into the shadow of the house, but Luca could still see the quirk to his
lips. “Good night, Luca.”

“Night, Mal.”

Luca watched Mal and Otis head inside, waved at Mal
through the glass-fronted door, then turned toward his own home only a couple blocks
away, an extra bounce to his steps.

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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