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Book Title: Disowned
Royal
(Club Royal Book
4)

Author and Publisher: Elouise
East

Cover Artist: Designs by Tina
Løwen

Release Date: June 2,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

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

Themes: Family trying to hurt those the MCs love,

Heat Rating: 3 – 4 flames

Length: approx 82 000 words/
295 pages

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

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

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

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

Blurb

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

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

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

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

Excerpt

“Would you like some company?” he asked.

Christian smiled. “Sure. Have a seat.”

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

“Sit down, little one,” Christian murmured.

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

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

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

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

Oscar gasped. “Should you be resting?”

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

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

“What are you thinking about?” Christian asked.

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

Oscar glanced up. “What?”

“You seem sad. Has something happened?”

“No, nothing. I’m okay.”

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

“Oscar?”

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

“I’ll find someone. I promise.”

About the Author

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

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

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

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

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

Who’s in?

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Book Title: Finding Forever Boxed Set

Author: Marie
Sinclair

Publisher: Sin Books
Ink

Cover Artist: LC
Chase

Release Date: May 25,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

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

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

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

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

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

Themes: Love finds a way even with challenging
circumstances

Heat Rating: 4 flames

The novels are standalone,
obviously the prequels are not. The prequels do not need to be read to enjoy the novels.
There are n
o cliffhangers.

Buy Links
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vailable in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

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

Blurb

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

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

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

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

Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About the Author

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

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

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Book Title: The Beautiful Moment

Author and Publisher:
Kristoffer Gair

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: May 31,
2022

Genre: Contemporary Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Destined to be together

Themes: Grief, healing, true love

Heat Rating: 2 – 3
flames

Length: 76 000 words/366
pages

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

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Destiny offers the
possibility of love and, for Wesley, the one thing that has eluded him his entire life: a
beautiful moment.

Blurb

The decade from hell.

First, Wesley Traylor lost his father and grandmother, then
COVID took his mother. His sole remaining family member will stop at nothing to steal his
inheritance. In desperation, Wesley escapes to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where no one
knows him and he can exist without fear of his uncle’s brutality.

Circumstances force Wesley to the emergency room and
face to face with the beguiling Dr. Clark Matsuda. The last thing Wesley needs—between
dealing with strange occurrences at his new house and emergency surgery—is a doctor
who’s made it his personal mission to get to know Wesley.

Destiny offers the possibility of love and, for Wesley,
the one thing that has eluded him his entire life: a beautiful moment.

Excerpt

Stephen gestured for a nurse to come back in. “Let’s talk
out here.” He pulled Clark out into the hall. “No idea if it’s abuse, but his records might give
us some insight, which is why I wondered if he brought them. Some of the classic behavioral
signs are there; withdrawn, not the most charming when you talk to him and dig too deeply,
guarded, and no contacts, except for an emergency contact, who happens to be a
lawyer.”

“Also traits of someone who might be in trouble with the
police.” Clark hated to admit it, but there was always that possibility. Wesley didn’t strike
him as a criminal, though. Not at all, and that was Clark’s gut doing the talking.

“That crossed my mind,” Stephen agreed.

“Are you going to ask a friend of yours at the local Police
Department to look him up?”

“No.” Stephen shook his head. “The reason for that is the
burn marks on Mister Traylor’s feet. Like I said, I’m guessing they’re from childhood, so I’m
giving him the benefit of the doubt and leaning more towards abuse. If it is abuse and
someone is looking for him, any check my friend does will be officially logged, and it’s
possible the wrong eyes could see the inquiry, and the location.”

Clark mulled the situation over. “I’ll see about getting him
into the office, and getting permission to have his records sent here.” If nothing else, the
records would be a start. Unless, of course, someone was monitoring to see if his doctor
sent those records to a new location. Stranger things had happened, and if someone wanted
to stalk or locate someone else, it’d be a logical strategy.

“Be careful with that, okay?” Stephen warned. “We have no
idea what his story is, and it may not be something we want to get involved in, or even can
get involved in. There was enough drama around here during COVID. You had some
complications with the fallout of that yourself. Let’s not invite something else if we can avoid
it. Plus, it’s probably not any of our business, or what we’re thinking it might be.”

I’ve had Dilaudid before, and morphine.

Why did those words keep going through Clark’s mind?
Maybe Wesley’s story was exactly what they thought.

“He’s probably not going to give me permission anyway.”
Clark thought back to his conversations with Wesley and cringed. Had he actually offered to
bring the patient a bottle of wine after he recovered? Who does that?
Someone who babbles when he’s taken by surprise.
“I don’t think I made the best first impression.
Am pretty sure he’s not the least bit fond of me.”

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” the nurse piped up from inside
the surgical room. “You sure opened your eyes a whole lot sooner than I thought you would.
Let’s get you wheeled into recovery.”

He woke up sooner because he didn’t want to go
under.

Wesley must have used every bit of his willpower to open
his eyes as soon as possible, even if he wouldn’t remember it because of the anesthesia. Or
maybe it was fear. Fear could be a powerful motivator.

Clark heard the nurse adjust the pedals on the bottom of
the gurney and unlock the wheels in order to move Wesley into the recovery area. He and
Stephen stood to the side as the nurse wheeled Wesley out of the operating room and into
the hall.

“Let me know if you find anything out, Clark,” Stephen
commented, watching their patient go by.

Clark?” Wesley turned his head slowly
towards them, stared at the two doctors, or at least tried to. The poor man could barely
focus. Wesley grinned, clearly still somewhat loopy from the anesthesia. “Yerr names is
Clark?” he slurred. “What parents names their hot son Clarks?”

Stephen started laughing, reached out and put his arm
around Clark. “Not fond of you? It sounds to me like he likes you just fine. You may even
have an admirer.”

Clark felt his cheeks heat as blood rushed to his face. It
looked like he’d have to get that bottle of wine now after all. That was, if he ever wanted to
know a little bit more about how Wesley received those scars.

It may be like Stephen said. It may not be any of my
business.

What had Wesley said? You like my eyes. They hated me for them, but not you.

Who hated him? Who hates someone enough to burn the
bottoms of their feet, or leave scars on their back, arms, and forehead? Just what the hell
had he been through?

I’ve had Dilaudid before, and morphine.

Clark bet he had.

And I want to know why.

About the Author

Kristoffer Gair grew up in
Fraser, MI and is a graduate of Grand Valley State University. He is the author of 8
novels—some written under the pseudonum Kage Alan—been a part of 6 anthologies, and
currently lives in a suburb of Detroit.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Blue Moon Rising” by Amanda Meuwissen.

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Book Title: Blue Moon
Rising (
Moonlight
Prophecies Book 2)

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: May 24,
2022

Genre: Shifter Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Alpha with non-Alpha shifter (not A/B/O), reluctant hero,
rebound relationship

Themes: Destiny, starting over, prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 76 000
words

This is book 2 in the Moonlight Prophecies series.

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Dreamspinner Press

Sometimes the right
answer is the part of yourself you are afraid to face.

Blurb

Alpha Jay Russell’s broken engagement may just be the best thing that ever happened
to him. His ex-fiancé’s twin, Bari, is much more his type and straightforward about his flirting
and desire to unite their packs.


Jay returns home after his misadventures in
Centrus City to a new prophecy, an unknown enemy, and tribal unrest over a series of
racially-driven murders. Furious, Jay is determined to bring whoever’s responsible to
justice… but the unrest upsets the fragile peace he’s been working to achieve, threatens his
new lover’s life, and undermines his position as Alpha, which makes investigating a
challenge.


Can Jay and Bari work together to fight their inner
demons—and a strange adversary dead set on returning to the past—or will mistrust and
political machinations tear them apart?


Blue Moon Rising is the second book in the Moonlight Prophecies series. Fans of shifters,
soothsayers, and shadowy villains will fall under Amanda Meuwissen’s spell in this
suspenseful, sexy urban fantasy romance.

Excerpt

“I’m not texting or calling with what went on in Centrus
City. Those events need to be explained in person. What’s Ursula asking?” Jay added as an
aside, curious if she’d heard anything from the rumor mill.

“She knows you well.” Maximus scrolled through some of
the messages. “Wondering if you’re bringing home any strays with your new
husband.”

Jay cringed. He wasn’t even technically bringing home a
fiancé anymore. It was better things hadn’t worked out between him and Bashir, but that
didn’t mean what happened didn’t hurt. Instead of breaking things off between them from
the start, Bashir had slept with Ethan—twice—before Jay backed out of the marriage
himself. Jay just wanted to be someone’s first choice, but being a hopeless romantic didn’t
mean he had luck in love.

“You’re not still poring over pack reports, I hope.” Bari
appeared as if summoned, depositing himself gracefully in the seat next to Jay with a
dramatic crossing of one leg over the other and leaning toward him. Bashir smelled like
sandalwood, but Bari smelled like jasmine, another sign Bari was more Jay’s type, because
that smell made his insides quiver, and scent was a common factor in choosing a mate.
“Even an Alpha needs to take breaks, darling. And we’re nearly home! Well, home for you.
Speaking of….” He batted impossibly long lashes, and his exaggerated nature reminded Jay
like a slap to the face how different he was from Bashir in every way. “Foolish little ol’ me
forgot to look into any hotels. I hope everything won’t be booked.”

Maximus scoffed at the obvious lead-in, but Jay had already
intended this offer.

“No hotel necessary,” Jay said, enjoying Bari’s scent but
trying to stay focused and hopefully not look as red in the face as he felt. “Only Max and our
Magister are mated, so we have plenty of spare rooms at our den. We’ll head there once the
train arrives so you can get settled and I can address my circle about what’s gone on the past
few weeks.”

“You haven’t told them anything?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure they’ve heard whispers. While I
intend to tell my circle everything, I’ll make sure it’s understood that talk of Seers, Focuses,
and Nulls needs to be kept as only gossip for everyone else.”

“My pack thanks you for that,” Bari said with a gentle touch
to Jay’s arm. He was very casually physical, another contrast to his brother. “I know you were
gone much longer than planned. I hope everything ran smoothly without you.”

“Smooth enough,” Maximus growled, reminding Jay that
they weren’t alone. “Are you an ambassador or a spy?”

“Max,” Jay chided him.

“It’s okay,” Bari dismissed. “I was prying. I won’t pretend
like Bash didn’t ask me to keep him informed of the state of your city. But allies should be
honest with each other.” He looked squarely at Maximus and grinned. “When I spy, I’ll warn
you first.”

Maximus turned away with another scoff.

“But before any espionage, I’m looking forward to a better
meal than the train food we had for lunch.” Bari returned his attention to Jay. “Would you
like to get dinner later?”

In an instant, Jay was a flustered teenager again because he
couldn’t think of a response. He wasn’t used to anyone being so forward with him, especially
someone who’d almost sort of already proposed.

“He’s been gone for weeks,” Maximus broke in, “and you
think he’s going to immediately start playing tour guide just because—”

Max,” Jay chided again, which at least
helped him find his voice. He knew his Second was only looking out for him, but being a
good Alpha meant taking time for himself too, something he often forgot. “Pack business
comes first, always,” he reassured Maximus, and then looked to Bari. “But I do have to eat.
I’d love to take you to dinner tonight.”

There was that unique crinkle at the corners of Bari’s eyes
that Jay had never seen on Bashir. “Marvelous. It’s a date. That is a very fetching shirt on
you, by the way.” He lightly tugged Jay’s collar and stroked once more down his arm before
getting up and heading back toward Theresa and William with a sly smirk.

It wasn’t that special of a shirt, Jay thought, just
black with a few horizontal stripes in gray, but since he’d taken his jacket off during the ride,
he supposed the short sleeves flattered his biceps well, which was where Bari had
touched.

Jay realized he’d followed Bari’s retreat almost to the point
of turning in his chair and quickly sat forward again.

Maximus stared at him deadpan.

“What? It’s just dinner.”

As soon as Maximus huffed and looked back out at the city,
Jay couldn’t contain his smile. Just dinner—
for
now
.

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy
The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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Moonlight
Prophecies Book 2)

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: May 24,
2022

Genre: Shifter Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Alpha with non-Alpha shifter (not A/B/O), reluctant hero,
rebound relationship

Themes: Destiny, starting over, prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 76 000
words

This is book 2 in the Moonlight Prophecies series.

Goodreads

Buy Links

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Dreamspinner Press

Sometimes the right
answer is the part of yourself you are afraid to face.

Blurb

Alpha Jay Russell’s broken engagement may just be the best thing that ever happened
to him. His ex-fiancé’s twin, Bari, is much more his type and straightforward about his flirting
and desire to unite their packs.


Jay returns home after his misadventures in
Centrus City to a new prophecy, an unknown enemy, and tribal unrest over a series of
racially-driven murders. Furious, Jay is determined to bring whoever’s responsible to
justice… but the unrest upsets the fragile peace he’s been working to achieve, threatens his
new lover’s life, and undermines his position as Alpha, which makes investigating a
challenge.


Can Jay and Bari work together to fight their inner
demons—and a strange adversary dead set on returning to the past—or will mistrust and
political machinations tear them apart?


Blue Moon Rising is the second book in the Moonlight Prophecies series. Fans of shifters,
soothsayers, and shadowy villains will fall under Amanda Meuwissen’s spell in this
suspenseful, sexy urban fantasy romance.

Excerpt

“I’m not texting or calling with what went on in Centrus
City. Those events need to be explained in person. What’s Ursula asking?” Jay added as an
aside, curious if she’d heard anything from the rumor mill.

“She knows you well.” Maximus scrolled through some of
the messages. “Wondering if you’re bringing home any strays with your new
husband.”

Jay cringed. He wasn’t even technically bringing home a
fiancé anymore. It was better things hadn’t worked out between him and Bashir, but that
didn’t mean what happened didn’t hurt. Instead of breaking things off between them from
the start, Bashir had slept with Ethan—twice—before Jay backed out of the marriage
himself. Jay just wanted to be someone’s first choice, but being a hopeless romantic didn’t
mean he had luck in love.

“You’re not still poring over pack reports, I hope.” Bari
appeared as if summoned, depositing himself gracefully in the seat next to Jay with a
dramatic crossing of one leg over the other and leaning toward him. Bashir smelled like
sandalwood, but Bari smelled like jasmine, another sign Bari was more Jay’s type, because
that smell made his insides quiver, and scent was a common factor in choosing a mate.
“Even an Alpha needs to take breaks, darling. And we’re nearly home! Well, home for you.
Speaking of….” He batted impossibly long lashes, and his exaggerated nature reminded Jay
like a slap to the face how different he was from Bashir in every way. “Foolish little ol’ me
forgot to look into any hotels. I hope everything won’t be booked.”

Maximus scoffed at the obvious lead-in, but Jay had already
intended this offer.

“No hotel necessary,” Jay said, enjoying Bari’s scent but
trying to stay focused and hopefully not look as red in the face as he felt. “Only Max and our
Magister are mated, so we have plenty of spare rooms at our den. We’ll head there once the
train arrives so you can get settled and I can address my circle about what’s gone on the past
few weeks.”

“You haven’t told them anything?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure they’ve heard whispers. While I
intend to tell my circle everything, I’ll make sure it’s understood that talk of Seers, Focuses,
and Nulls needs to be kept as only gossip for everyone else.”

“My pack thanks you for that,” Bari said with a gentle touch
to Jay’s arm. He was very casually physical, another contrast to his brother. “I know you were
gone much longer than planned. I hope everything ran smoothly without you.”

“Smooth enough,” Maximus growled, reminding Jay that
they weren’t alone. “Are you an ambassador or a spy?”

“Max,” Jay chided him.

“It’s okay,” Bari dismissed. “I was prying. I won’t pretend
like Bash didn’t ask me to keep him informed of the state of your city. But allies should be
honest with each other.” He looked squarely at Maximus and grinned. “When I spy, I’ll warn
you first.”

Maximus turned away with another scoff.

“But before any espionage, I’m looking forward to a better
meal than the train food we had for lunch.” Bari returned his attention to Jay. “Would you
like to get dinner later?”

In an instant, Jay was a flustered teenager again because he
couldn’t think of a response. He wasn’t used to anyone being so forward with him, especially
someone who’d almost sort of already proposed.

“He’s been gone for weeks,” Maximus broke in, “and you
think he’s going to immediately start playing tour guide just because—”

Max,” Jay chided again, which at least
helped him find his voice. He knew his Second was only looking out for him, but being a
good Alpha meant taking time for himself too, something he often forgot. “Pack business
comes first, always,” he reassured Maximus, and then looked to Bari. “But I do have to eat.
I’d love to take you to dinner tonight.”

There was that unique crinkle at the corners of Bari’s eyes
that Jay had never seen on Bashir. “Marvelous. It’s a date. That is a very fetching shirt on
you, by the way.” He lightly tugged Jay’s collar and stroked once more down his arm before
getting up and heading back toward Theresa and William with a sly smirk.

It wasn’t that special of a shirt, Jay thought, just
black with a few horizontal stripes in gray, but since he’d taken his jacket off during the ride,
he supposed the short sleeves flattered his biceps well, which was where Bari had
touched.

Jay realized he’d followed Bari’s retreat almost to the point
of turning in his chair and quickly sat forward again.

Maximus stared at him deadpan.

“What? It’s just dinner.”

As soon as Maximus huffed and looked back out at the city,
Jay couldn’t contain his smile. Just dinner—
for
now
.

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy
The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “French Kiss” by C F White.

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

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
KAM Design

Release Date: May 30,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

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

Themes: Coming out, Found Family

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 58 000 words/232
pages

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

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

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

Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excerpt

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

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

He stared.

And stared.

And stared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About the Author

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

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

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

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

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

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Plans Trilogy Box Set” by Addison Albright.

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Book Title: The Plans
Trilogy Box Set

Author: Addison
Albright

Publisher: JMS Books,
LLC

Cover Artist: Written Ink
Designs

Release Date: May 28,
2022

Genre: Fantasy M/M Romance

Tropes: Arranged Marriage, Memory Loss

Themes: Virgin/first time, abduction, newfound courage, hope,
royalty/princes

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 73 459
words

This is a box set of three
stories that were previously published individually.

The three books in the trilogy,
together, stand alone with no
cliffhanger.

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Once upon a time, two
handsome young princes fell in love, faced down adversity, and lived happily ever after. Until
one romantic evening, they unwittingly ate a confection laced with a mind-wiping
toxin.

Blurb

In this light fantasy world, four realms have settled into an
uneasy peace. A surprise twist to a prearranged marriage agreement spawns this story of
unexpected love, newfound courage, and heroic adventure. Join Princes Efren and Marcelo
on their heart-warming journey as they sort through misleading twists and turns to defeat
devious foes. Twice! Contains the stories:

The Contingency Plan: An untimely death throws a
marriage arrangement, the final phase of a treaty, into disarray. Now the Crown Prince of
Zioneven can make his own choice from among the princess’s younger siblings. As a royal
son in the matriarchal sovereignty of Sheburat, Prince Marcelo grew up knowing Royal sons
never married. Never. Period. Except Prince Efren isn’t from Sheburat, and he has other
plans.

The Best-Laid Plans: A death that wasn’t what it
seemed … A kidnapping that isn’t what it seems … Time is running out. Enmeshed in
political intrigue, death, and a kidnapping, will Prince Efren untangle the web of clues in time
to save his naïve young husband, or will Prince Marcelo dig deep to discover a previously
untapped inner strength and determination to facilitate his own survival?

Change of Plans: Once upon a time, two handsome
young princes fell in love, faced down adversity, and lived happily-ever-after… until one
romantic evening, they unwittingly ate a confection laced with a mind-wiping toxin. Are their
chances at rekindling their love doomed? Or will their ignominious new beginning propel
them toward a more teasingly fun rapport?

Also contains three bonus scenes not included with
the individual stories.

Excerpt

With everyone now in attendance, Queen Giselle stepped
forward. “Your Royal Highness, Ladies and Lords, and people of Zioneven, please accept our
warm welcome to Sheburat, and I hope you’ll accept our sincere apology for the chaos in
which you find us today.”


Prince Efren inclined his head. “Of course, Your
Majesty. On behalf of Zioneven, I offer our heartfelt condolences on the loss of your beloved
daughter.”


“Thank you,” Queen Giselle replied. “Sadly, our loss
yesterday affects more than simply causing us private pain.”


“Indeed.” Prince Efren kept his reply short, perhaps
diplomatically leaving it to Queen Giselle to either further the conversation toward whether
or not he was ready to choose his alternate, or to wait for a time when her grief would be
less immediate.


His mother would put diplomacy first, Marcelo
didn’t doubt that. The conversation may or may not happen today, but it would occur during
this visit. Diplomacy
always came ahead of personal concerns.

“Although disappointment caused by the
cancellation of the wedding we’d expected tomorrow is unavoidable,” Queen Giselle said. “I
hope you’ll find a small comfort in knowing that you may now make your own choice of your
future bride from among my younger daughters rather than the arrangement made on your
behalf at the tender age of five.”


Again, Prince Efren inclined his head.
“Sibling.”


“I’m sorry?”

“Sibling. The terms of the treaty specify I may
choose an alternate from among Princess Marcela’s younger siblings. It didn’t restrict the
choice to daughters.”


Marcelo stiffened. What in the world could Prince
Efren mean by that? Men didn’t marry men. At least, he’d never heard of such a thing
occurring in Sheburat. Marcelo wasn’t alone in his bewilderment. Everyone on his side of the
room stilled. None of the faces opposite them exhibited confusion. Was that an acceptable
option in Zioneven’s culture?


It was only by mere minutes, but Marcelo did
qualify as a younger sibling to Marcela.


For the first time in Marcelo’s recollection, his
mother faltered. “Do…surely…but…”


Marcelo turned his head toward her, his wide eyes
silently imploring her to voice an objection. Kemble may have recently grown complacent
thinking herself in the clear, but she’d at least spent her life knowing she was the likely
backup plan.


As a royal son in this matriarchal society, Marcelo
had grown up knowing he would never marry. Never. Royal sons did not marry.
Period.


He’d been perfectly happy with that knowledge
because he’d never experienced the attraction that men outside the royal family felt toward
women. In fact, he’d enjoyed knowing he would not have to merge his life with a woman’s
with the expectation of having to bed her.


His gaze flicked back and forth between Queen
Giselle and Prince Efren before settling on the prince. Prince Efren had kept his eyes locked
with the queen’s, but as if sensing Marcelo’s scrutiny, his head turned to reflect Marcelo’s
regard.


Marcelo’s heart thudded so vigorously in his chest,
surely everyone in the room must hear it. His respiration quickened. That single word
uttered by Prince Efren had shattered Marcelo’s understanding of everything he knew about
the world and had expected in his life.


Queen Giselle remained frozen for a few more
moments, her brows drawn together as she processed the unexpected direction of this
discussion. She cast a brief, apologetic glance toward Marcelo, then lifted her shoulders in a
barely visible shrug. “The treaty does indeed use that word. Prince Efren, the choice is
yours.”


Marcelo’s stomach dropped as her words echoed
through the silent hall even though he’d known in his heart that she’d put Sheburat before
her son’s individual concerns. So, he felt no personal betrayal. It was who is mother had to
be.


Prince Efren continued to stare at Marcelo as he
firmly stated, “I choose His Royal Highness, Prince Marcelo. The wedding will proceed
tomorrow as planned.”


Marcelo swayed as the blood drained from his face.
How could this be? How did such a marriage work? Would he be expected
to—


“Marcelo?” Suky’s whispered tone voiced her
concern. “Are you unwell?”


She repeated the words, but from farther away. Or
did her voice only seem distant? He wobbled as the people around him faded, and then,
thankfully, this nightmare all went away.

About the Author

Rainbow Award winning
author Addison Albright lives smack dab in the middle of the USA. Her stories are gay
romance in contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction genres. She generally
adds a subtle touch of humor, a dash of drama/angst, and a sprinkle of slice-of-life to her
stories. Her education includes a BS in Education with a major in mathematics and a minor in
chemistry. Addison loves spending time with her family, reading, popcorn, boating, French
fries, “open window weather,” cats, math, and anything chocolate. She loves to read pretty
much anything and everything, anytime and anywhere.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “My Name is Jimmy” by Garrick Jones.

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Book Title: My Name is Jimmy

Author: Garrick
Jones

Publisher: MoshPit
Publications

Cover Artist: Garrick
Jones

Release Date: June 1,
2022

Genres: LGBT mystery thriller,
LGBT crime fiction

Themes: Lies and deception,
murder mystery, finding Mr. Right, war and its aftermath

Length: 17 930 words/53
pages

Heat Rating: 4
flames

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

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Blurb

In 1947, James “Jimmy” Bacon becomes involved in a
violent workplace altercation fuelled by a PTSD-induced rage. His boss, a fellow war-veteran,
tells him to take a few months off work, have a holiday, go somewhere warm, and get his
head together.

Jimmy decides to take a coastal steamer to the

northernmost outpost of Australia, Darwin, the capital of the Northern Territory, to visit the
grave of his oldest friend, Sandy, killed during the Japanese bombing of the city in 1942.
Upon arriving, he discovers that Sandy’s death is not as simple as military records seemed to
indicate. After learning that Sandy’s grave contains only an arm with no distinguishing
features, he starts asking questions around town in order to find out what really happened
to his mate.

The more he asks, the more he discovers that Darwin is less
about post-war reconstruction and more about drugs, gambling, and the excessive
consumption of alcohol. It’s a lawless city where 95% of the population is male and
prostitution is banned, creating a thriving underworld where rough frontier-town blokes and
men from the armed forces are doing more with each other than having a beer and passing
the time of day.

While digging deeper, Jimmy discovers a terrible truth,
arousing the interest of men who would do anything to keep the past a secret—men who
consider his life of little value. Jimmy is forced to rely on quick thinking and his army training
when death comes looking for him in the dead of night.

Excerpt

Tides in Darwin were monumental, sometimes more than
twenty feet rise and fall twice a day. The harbour was still dotted with wrecks, the
Indonesian bosun of the launch from the
Pamanoekan taking us to the makeshift
long jetty that jutted out into the sea from Mindil Beach happily pointed out the ships and
the numbers killed on each vessel. The American destroyer USS
Peary had the highest death toll:
over eighty-eight killed during the raid and only fifty-three survivors. I had no idea; we
hadn’t got that news, just that ships had been sunk and the town bombed twice. As we
negotiated towards the beach, I saw two officials waiting at the end of the jetty. There were
only six of us disembarking in Darwin, but there seemed to be a small crowd on the beach
itself—probably about twenty men in all. I couldn’t imagine they were a welcoming
committee; they were most likely blokes who’d decided to quit the town and sail on the
Pamanoekan to either Broome or Perth to start new lives.

“Take care, Mr. Bacon,” the bosun said to me. “Darwin’s a
hard drinking town, rough and violent. Too many blokes, barely any women. Watch yourself,
especially in the pubs, most men in this hole like to speak with their fists.”

“Sounds like what I’m used to, mate. Don’t worry about
me.”

“Got your military permit to go ashore?”

I patted the breast pocket of my jacket. Everyone had to
have a reason to go to Darwin; in 1947, you still couldn’t just turn up there out of the blue.
I’d applied for my permit with a covering letter from Sandy’s parents, asking me to take a
photo of his grave. Reluctantly, it had been granted after I’d showed my service record to the
dick at the permit office in Sydney. He was all of sixteen by the look of him. I’d slapped it on
the counter and growled. His eyes had bulged a little, but he’d stamped it and called out
“next!” over my shoulder.

I had six weeks in Darwin to get warm, find what I was
looking for, and shake off some of my demons. The first two I was sure I could do; the last
remained to be seen.

“Taxi, sir?” a thick-set man asked as I stepped onto the
beach after being processed.

“Nah, I’ll walk,” I replied.

“Where you going?”

“Stokes Hill.”

“In this heat?” he asked with a smile, showing a mouth full
of gold teeth. “That’s nearly an hour on foot, mate. Do yourself a favour and get in my
cab.”

“Call this hot? I served in Ceylon, India, and Malaya, and
finished my war in Burma and Siam, my friend. An hour stroll in the sun will do me
good.”

“Suit yourself,” he said. When I asked which way I should
go, he pointed in the direction of Stokes Hill then turned his back on me to ask a man and his
wife
who were standing not far away, looking
stunned at their surroundings, whether they needed a taxi. Two years after the war, there
were still bomb craters and uncleared tangles of broken palms on either side of the road
that led to the jetty.

I walked down the beach for a bit then changed into my
shorts and a singlet, threw my army duffel bag over my shoulder, and lit a fag. “Hello,
Darwin,” I said to nowhere in particular.

I could have sworn it told me to fuck off and go back
home.

About the Author

After a thirty year career as a
professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all
over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central
Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQUniversity.


Brought up in Australia, between the bush and the
beaches of the Eastern suburbs, I retired in 2015 and now live in the tropics, writing,
gardening, and finally finding time to enjoy life and to re-establish a connection with who I
am after a very busy career on the stage and as an academic.


I write mostly historical gay fiction. The stories are
always about relationships and the inner workings of men; sometimes my fellas get down to
the nitty-gritty, sometimes it’s up to you, the reader, to fill in the blanks.


Every book is story driven; spies, detectives,
murders, epic dramas, there’s something for everyone. I also love to write about my country
and the things that make us Aussies and our history different from the rest of the
world.


I’m research driven. I always try to do my best to
give the reader a sense of what life was like for my main characters in the world they live
in.

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