Themes: Learning to trust, taking a chance, making a commitment, daring
to dream, letting go of the past, being haunted by the past, established relationship, ex-
cop/PI, former art fraud investigator, mobsters, medium with a ghostly lover, haunted
theater, awesome and heroic food truck, mystery, cold case
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 6 hrs and 21
mins/65 000 words
It is part of a series but could be read as a stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger.
Erik Mitchell helped Interpol
bust cartels, oligarchs, and spoiled billionaires for art fraud. As an undercover cop, Ben
Nolan helped bring down a Newark crime family. Now Erik and Ben have started over in
Cape May, leaving their danger-filled jobs behind them, excited about a fresh start and their
Plans to renovate a historic old
theater stir up dangerous ghosts and revive interest in unsolved Mob hits. The curse of a
murdered witch strikes a close friend, old movie props reveal clues to long-ago crimes, and a
shakedown scheme sends Ben’s cousin running for cover.
Time is running out to lift the
curse. The Russian Mob wants revenge on Erik, and the Newark Mob is gunning for Ben. A
grieving ghost seeks justice. Secrets, lies, and deception unravel in the blink of an eye.
Erik and Ben were planning for
happily ever after. But unless they can outwit witches, wraiths, and wise guys, they could go
down in a hail of gunfire and a blast of dark magic—and see their plans go up in smoke.
Blink is a suspenseful MM
paranormal romance mystery-adventure filled with second chance love, hurt/comfort, true
soulmates, awesome food trucks, dangerous secrets, restless ghosts, psychic visions,
powerful witches, angry mobsters, and a very haunted theater.
About the Author
Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male
paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the
happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author
hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more
explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in
her Morgan books, and vice versa.
On the rare occasions Morgan
isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.
Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more
in these series, plus new series coming soon!
A freak windstorm. A life-
changing accident. An unlikely helping hand.
A freak windstorm. A life-changing accident. An unlikely
After years spent suffering under the weight of his father’s
expectations, Max Castillo-Grant is celebrating his shiny new law degree by drinking,
partying, and bed-hopping around Seattle. Max isn’t stupid—he knows the good times never
last—but if the world’s going to bring him low, he might as well enjoy the high.
Six years ago, a broken heart and a deep loss turned Ben
Greer bitter and reclusive. Formerly the life of the party, he quit his job, rejected his friends,
and hid from the world. Now, he spends his days alone, working on occasional custom
carpentry commissions, with only his dog, Judith, for company.
Two severe weather events conspire to leave Ben in need of
a full-time caretaker for his injuries, and Max in need of a respectable job. Despite a rocky
start, Ben is begrudgingly won over by Max’s good humor, and the two form a lasting
connection. But emotional wounds leave deep scars, and both Ben and Max are damaged.
Can they find a way to heal hurts that go far beyond the physical before it’s too late?
The second book in the Living Situations series, Bedside Manners is a gay romance featuring an age gap, BDSM, and 4-6 terrible puns about
woodworking. If you like steamy situations, hurt/comfort, and grumpy mountain men, then
you’ll love Ella Fenn’s latest novel.
Pick up Bedside
Manners and let Ben and Max sweep you off
your feet today!
Ben woke to the disconcerting sensation of a tongue
between his toes. He sat up, yanking his foot away, and faced down the wet-mouthed
Judith sat back on her haunches and grinned, her tongue
lolling from her lips as she stared at him with brown eyes that radiated canine intelligence.
She was smart enough to know how to get Ben out of bed, at any rate.
“Menace,” Ben said, scowling as he scrubbed a hand
through his hair. “Delinquent. I oughta take you back to the pound.”
Judith gave an impatient yap, her shaggy tail thumping
against the hardwood. Ben glanced at the clock and yawned. “All right, all right. I’m coming.”
He rose, ignoring the way his knees popped and his neck
twinged—forty-five was forty-five—then dressed in his standard flannel and jeans then
navigated the maze of boxes that lay between him and the stairs. eBay purchases, mostly,
things he’d intended to refurbish and sell but never quite got around to dealing with.
Judith led the way downstairs to Ben’s well-stocked kitchen,
where he poured a bowl of kibble for her and got coffee brewing for himself before flipping
on the radio.
“We’ve got a windstorm advisory for Seattle. It’s gonna be a
nasty one out there, folks, so if you’re planning on hiking, maybe reconsider,”the announcer said as she detailed the day’s weather. A quick
glance out the kitchen windows confirmed her words. The tall pines surrounding Ben’s
isolated property were bending under the wind’s assault.
“Guess we’re staying in the shop today,” he said, more to
himself than to Judith, who was still preoccupied with her food.
Not that staying in was a problem—Ben had been doing it
every day for the better part of five years. There was plenty of gas in the generator and food
in the fridge, so even if the wind blew the power down (which it had been known to do on
occasion), he and Jude could stay tucked up and safe for a good long while. Not forever,
but… well, forever would be the dream, with unlimited supplies appearing as if by magic.
“Come on, little girl,” he said, patting her head. “You wanna
get to work?”
That got her tail wagging, and Ben grinned. He felt the
same way about the workshop, that welcoming cocoon of sawdust and wood awaiting them
across the drive. Originally, it had been a two-car garage with a mother-in-law suite
overhead, but he’d converted the space into his workshop when he bought the place,
putting up a carport between the buildings to link them. The shop was his sanctum
sanctorum, full of tools he’d inherited from his father and some shiny new toys he’d
purchased to make it perfect.
Judith bounded ahead, eager to get to her favorite
place—favorite bed, favorite toys, favorite box of treats—and Ben followed, cupping one
hand over the top of his mug, the scalding splashes barely registering against the worn
calluses he’d built up over the years. No more than half the coffee remained by the time he
made it to the workshop and opened the side door. Judith, true to form, was already curled
up in her bed, the doggy door Ben had installed years before having allowed her ease of
“Shit,” he said, leaning against the heavy wooden door with
a laugh. “That’s some gale, huh, Dorothy?”
Judith didn’t get the joke. Humor was wasted on canines.
Harrumphing, Ben went to his desk, set his coffee between two precarious-looking piles of
papers, and picked up the leatherbound sketchbook he’d need to continue work on his latest
commission of six dining chairs.
Notebook tucked into his back pocket, he went to his wood
rack, selected a sheet of oak, and eased it out. He whistled along with the wind as he
brought the wood to the table saw that dominated the corner nearest the rack. An ancient
relic, the saw had been his father’s, carefully packed and shipped from Montana after the
old man had died a few years prior.
Ben flipped the switch that powered the table then got to
it, carefully cutting the slab of oak down to size. It was rote work, peaceful in its way, and he
lost himself in the rhythm, heedless of the screaming wind outside… until there came a bang
on the roof so loud it made him jump. That was a mistake, since he’d been damn close to the
blade. The torque of the motor kept chewing through the wood, and when it got to Ben’s
forearm, the saw chewed through that too.
About the Author
Ella Fenn is a
romance author best known for telling tawdry tales tinged with a little something
Author of the Living Situations series, Ella wakes at the crack of dawn each day and spends a few hours
tapping at the keyboard before beginning her 9-5 job in marketing and communications.
Using her bachelor’s in
journalism and a master’s in organizational behavior, Ella enjoys diving deep into the unique
traits and tricks that make her characters tick. She believes everyone has a story to tell, and
loves to engage with readers, whether it’s answering questions or discussing the nitty-gritty
of her process.
The way you looked at me when no one else was
The way you held me.
The way you kissed me.
It was everything about you I loved.
The flattening of that smile.
The silence of your laughter.
The loss of your lips.
The distance you created.
The way you left.
The way you destroyed it all.
The way you destroyed me.
It was everything about you I hated.
Everything about you.
And that day you not only broke my heart.
You f*cking crushed it.
Note: Everything About you is a standalone gay (M/M)
second chance romance. Please refer to the content note at the
beginning of the book before buying or reading. You can access that page by using Amazon’s
“Look Inside” feature or downloading the free sample. This info can also be found on my
website. As always, this book doesn’t have a
cliffhanger and an HEA is guaranteed.
I stabbed the up arrow button on the lobby elevator in my
building. My breath quickly returning back to normal and the sweat starting to dry on my
body. I looked forward to washing that sweat and grime from my skin once I got
Maybe even doing more than that under the warm spray of the
The numbers lit up one after the other as the elevator car
traveled down from the sixth floor.
The buzz and click of the outer lobby door unlocking behind
me had me glancing over my shoulder to see if I needed to hold the elevator for whoever
I pulled the sweaty T-shirt from over my shoulder where I had
tossed it, and used it to wipe my face, because clearly I was seeing things. Sweat must have
gotten into my eyes. Or maybe I was lightheaded because I hadn’t eaten anything since
much earlier today.
Or… I was really seeing who I thought I was.
But that couldn’t be. I had to be imagining it. Imagining
Maybe I was having a stroke or some medical issue and needed
to sit down. It was true that I hadn’t been running outside as much as I should be and it
could be my blood sugar reacting to the intense cardio session.
Or I was simply delusional.
The man who had walked through the front entrance paused in
the vestibule lined with the residents’ mailboxes. He appeared as if he had just rolled out of
bed, even though he wore a suit. It was wrinkled like he’d slept on a park bench.
He couldn’t be homeless since he had the code to the front
entrance and that was changed once a month. That meant he had to be a current resident,
even though I had never spotted him in the building before.
However, not only did he look out of sorts, he was talking to
himself. Just like the homeless man who often slept on a bench in Point State Park. The one
who occasionally bathed in the fountain and also fished out the change thrown in by tourists
and locals alike.
Funny, I never once had my wish come true after throwing a
penny into a fountain, but maybe it worked for other people.
I couldn’t hear what the man was saying because of the second
set of doors separating the vestibule from the lobby, but even with his head tipped down, I
could clearly see his lips moving. He could be wearing earbuds and talking to someone on
his cell phone.
Or he could be having a full-blown conversation with himself as
he dug deep into his pants pocket. Most likely for his mailbox key.
Even after drying the sweat from around my eyes, he still
looked so familiar.
The elevator dinged as it arrived on the main floor and the
doors whooshed open. Mr. and Mrs. Callahan from the fourth floor stepped out with their
little yappy, ankle-biter Pomeranian, Mr. Pibbles.
I side-stepped to give the older couple room to pass and also
so that little fucker didn’t take a chunk out of my ankle.
Mrs. Callahan’s gaze swept over me and I knew exactly
I was wearing nothing but black silky shorts that, when sweaty,
clung to my assets, along with running sneakers, ankle-high sports socks and a Penn State U
It also didn’t help that my skin wasn’t a perfect shade of pale
and I sported a wide assortment of tattoos covering my torso and arms.
However, it wasn’t the first time they’d seen me after a run
and, unfortunately for them, it wouldn’t be the last.
Mr. Callahan held the elevator door for me even though it
looked like he was sucking on a lemon while doing so.
They were lovely people.
By lovely, I meant judgmental assholes.
Even so, we needed to coexist since we all lived in the same
building. Instead of flipping him the bird, I gave him a nod and said, “I’m not going up yet,
but thanks,” then took a quick glance over my shoulder again toward the vestibule.
The newest resident must’ve found his key since the metal
door to one of the mailboxes now hung wide open while he rifled through a fistful of
Shaking his head, he continued to talk to himself. The only time
he glanced up was when the Callahans walked past him with Mr. Pibbles yapping in warning.
Mr. Pibbles didn’t like strangers.
Hell, Mr. Pibbles didn’t like anyone except for the
Callahans. And even that was questionable.
As soon as the couple and their orange yap rat stepped out
onto the sidewalk, the man shut the mailbox and turned…
And the revolving Earth came to a complete and abrupt stop,
as if someone had jerked up the emergency brake.
About the Author
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA
Today, Amazon and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong
women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first
published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish
her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances.
She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. She also writes M/M
paranormal romance under the name J.J. Masters.
Life as a concubine to the devious Viceroy Abasi isn’t so
bad. Temaj has food, shelter, and every inch of his skin is draped in emeralds. What’s
freedom worth when weighed against the luxury of the palace?
Solon’s dutiful life earned him the rank of army general to
the pharaoh. But when he’s sent on a diplomatic mission to an emerald mine rather than
into battle, he senses the end of his career and a lonely retirement.
Temaj is gifted to Solon for his stay, but the last person
Solon wants in his bed is a slave sent to spy on him—even if he is a gorgeous, silver-tongued
vixen of a man.
Trouble brews when emeralds go missing. With only a
clever concubine and the viceroy’s harem on his side, can Solon solve the mystery and
escape with his life, or are he and Temaj destined to haunt the walls of the palace
Over the Emerald Valley is a gay paranormal romance
full of snarky banter, dangerous secrets, steamy stolen moments and only one bed. It’s a
stand alone novel within the Immortal Jewels series and can be read first or last with no
spoilers, no cliffhangers, and always a happily ever after!
“Ah, fear not.” Abasi raised a bejeweled finger with
a flourish and beckoned forth a new group. “I’m told you prefer men, and I’m nothing if not
Solon preferred willing partners, not slaves, but he wouldn’t risk
insulting Abasi with his morals.
There was no easy way to get out of this. He’d have
to select one of them.
As the newest line of elegant, supple bodies drew
close, Solon caught the gaze of a tall man who moved with the feline grace of a street cat.
His honey-colored hair hung in long, loose waves over his shoulders, and his pursed lips said
he knew what a gem he was.
That light hair marked him as foreign among all the
black silken tresses of the other concubines. Northern. From distant lands. How did he end
up in an Egyptian harem so far south?
Solon stared. The man wore no paint, no kohl, and
no gaudy decorations, just a simple green linen shift belted at the waist. His beauty needed
Rather than cast his gaze demurely at the floor, as
the others had done, the blond met Solon’s stare…and winked.
A real smile at such a display of gumption replaced
the fake one on Solon’s lips.
Abasi stood, and a servant bustled to move his
chair out of the way. “Come, have a look. Shall I introduce them?”
Solon followed his host to the line of concubines.
There were fewer men than women, but still quite the selection. Six men and nine women in
“That won’t be necessary.” Solon would prefer to
retire alone for the night, but if he had to pick… “I’ve made my choice.”
Abasi knocked him on the back so hard Solon
nearly stumbled. “I like a man who knows what he wants. Which will it be?”
The blond, without hesitation, stepped forward.
Bold. He peered at Solon through half-lidded eyes, gaze intense, as if daring him to suggest
anyone but himself.
“Him.” Solon gestured to the brazen slave, who
only then deigned to lower his gaze.
“Ah, well chosen. That is Temaj, a beauty from the
north and a wild cat beneath the sheets, or so I’m told. My tastes don’t run toward
“Then why have them in your harem?” The
question was out of Solon’s mouth before he could think better of asking. Luckily, the viceroy
didn’t seem offended. Rather, the man laughed.
“A proper harem must contain both, dear Solon, for
how else are you to please all your guests?”
Solon would never understand the lives of the rich
or the royal. When he retired from the army, he wanted only a plot of land, a good mule,
decent tools, and, if he was very lucky, perhaps someone to share it with, though he
expected to end up alone.
“How do you want him?” asked Abasi.
Solon cocked his head. “What do you
Abasi gestured to Temaj, who stood silently as if he
didn’t mind two men discussing him as if he weren’t there. “How do you want him dressed?
Done up? What are your preferences?”
“Oh. Nothing,” said Solon.
Temaj startled and bestowed on him a glower that
would send a dog’s tail sticking between its legs.
About the Author
Lee Colgin has loved vampires
since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North Carolina with
lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him anyway. Lee likes to
workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza. Ask her how much
she can bench press.
Vance Jamison Black. Lead singer for the band Maxim, and
my first love. He broke my heart to follow his dream. Now, six years after the heartbreak, he
is my job. I’ve worked hard for this internship and to get close to him again, but it doesn’t
take long to realize we can’t be anything more than friends. Not when Maxim is so close to
the success they’ve been chasing all this time.
Jamison I never knew how much I missed Vance Martin until
I saw him in the last place I expected. He is my heart. Always has been, always will be. I’m his
client, and he’s determined to keep me in the friend zone. A place I refuse to stay. I might
have left my heart behind six years ago, but I won’t let him go again. Jamison is the first book in the Maxim series. A
MM Rockstar, best friends to lovers, second chance romance with two stubborn main
characters, a too observant, witty and flamboyant interfering coworker, entertaining
bandmates and friends, and a fake girlfriend who has forgotten her love isn’t
“Your music has garnered you a growing fan club, and I think
you’re on the verge of hitting it big.” Lance Macallister, owner of Twisted Records, always
starts these meetings the same: compliments on our music—because let’s face it, we’re
good—followed by a reprimand for our behavior. Or, more accurately, Alex’s behavior.
“But?” I ask, prompting the reaming we’re all here for.
“But,”—he meets each of our stares—“we have to do
something about the band’s image if you want to go any further in your careers. Ronnie
spotted your talent that night six years ago, but talent only gets you so far.”
Ronnie offers me a polite smile. The man has been our
manager since we won a battle of the bands contest in some hole in the wall bar, but he
lacks any of the aggressiveness needed to keep a band of young twenty-somethings in line.
Especially as he’s not that much older than us.
“What do you need us to do? I thought me dating Marcy was
enough to eclipse any bad publicity coming our way.” The last time our lead guitarist,
Alexander Gregory, pulled a stunt that got us called into this conference room, he’d trashed
a hotel room and punched a bellhop. Macallister’s solution was to throw the popular up-
and-coming actress, Marcy Dixon, at me. By redirecting the attention to my relationship with
the popular starlet—no matter how fake it is—Macallister had kept Alex’s destructive
behavior from the press. I’d do anything for Maxim, and it’s not as though pretending to
date Marcy is a hardship. She’s gorgeous, and the sex is good. Our relationship may be fake,
but I’m still a man with needs. Marcy understands that it’s all for show with a little fun on
the side to ease the tension once in a while.
“It is. For now. But you’re gaining in popularity with your new
single, ‘For Tonight’. It won’t be long until your faces are all over the entertainment rags. And
when that happens, they’ll show the bad alongside the good.” Jude Thomas, Macallister’s
friend and business partner, glares at us like the heathens he likely considers us. The man
hasn’t had a smile for us since we met. Ronnie assures me he likes us, but that’s hard to
believe when all he does is look down his nose at us and glare before rushing from the room
after each meeting.
“Jude is right. We need to keep ahead of any potential
disasters,” Macallister says. Meaning we needed to get Alex to fall in line before we lose the
label any money. “I’ve hired a PR team specifically for Maxim. They’ll be here in two days for
introductions before you leave for tour.”
“Yes. You’ll be opening for Tainted as they tour the country. I’ve
also taken the liberty of hiring a stylist. He’ll be heading on tour with you and the PR
I look at my bandmates to gauge their reactions to the news.
Alex looks pissed. What else is new? Anders looks indifferent, ready to go with the flow of
whatever we decide to do. Thierry Lachlan, Maxim’s drummer, and Rierdan Hughes, bassist,
are both looking to me, concern for the band’s future clear on their faces.
“I’m sorry, okay.” Alex grits out the words between clenched
“You’re always sorry, Mr. Gregory,” Jude throws back at him, his
tone clearly saying he doesn’t believe Alex deserves another chance.
“Which is why you will be required to attend anger
management sessions. Since we can’t postpone the tour, they will be held virtually and to
ensure you follow through, we have assigned a member of the PR team to attend alongside
you.” Macallister gathers the papers sitting on the table in front of him. “I’ll see you in two
days, gentlemen. Try not to get into any trouble before then.”
Jude hightails it from the conference room while McAllister
and Ronnie leisurely take their leave. No one says a word until the door closes behind
“Fuck! Alex, you need to tame whatever the hell issues you
have.” Thierry shoves a hand into his dark blond mane, gripping the roots and dislodging the
hair tie holding his bun in place.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but Thierry’s right. If
you don’t get yourself under control, Maxim will suffer for it.” Even Anders, the usually
carefree, go with the flow guy, is noticeably frustrated with our guitarist.
“I think this anger management Macallister has planned will be
good for you, Alex,” I tell him, and I mean it. He’s always been the angriest of our group, but
the past few years have seen him move into a wave of hostility I can only describe as self-
Alex grunts his disapproval but doesn’t argue. He wants Maxim
to be successful as much as the rest of us. After six years, we’re finally getting a chance to
prove we’re worthy of all Twisted Records has put in to get us here.
Rierdan slams his palm down on the table, jerking my attention
to the smile stretching his face. “We’re going on tour. Maxim is going to be headlining for
About the Author
A.N. Waugh is an author of MM/MMM+ romances, a
pansexual mess, and a firm believer that love is love.
Colin and Joshua’s love had seen them through every trial.
Every step taken together had strengthened their faith in each other. Every problem solved,
every obstacle overcome, had deepened their commitment to the life they shared. Colin had
passed the bar and was now an Attorney-at-law. Joshua had added a second PHD to his
resume. The future looked bright. What could possibly go wrong? And then: Three students are abducted from the University of
Virginia campus and Colin’s position as an Assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney puts him at
the center of the investigation. The abusive and volatile husband of one of Joshua’s
patients threatens his life. Entangled in both these life-threatening situations,
Colin struggles to protect both the university he loves and the man he adores. Warning: This novel discusses sensitive material
which may be distressing to some readers. Relevant Law explores themes of domestic abuse,
physical violence, abduction, and non-graphic sexual assault.
About the Author
My name is Janice Jarrell. I
am a retired grandmother who lives in Seattle, WA. I have two children and three
grandsons. I’ve been writing gay romance since I was twelve years old, only back then it
wasn’t called ‘gay romance’. In fact, it had no name at all. It was the fifty’s, and it was
worth your life to admit to being gay, let alone confess to being a girl who constantly
fantasized about relationships between gay men. Hell, I didn’t even know what a
homosexual was. I lived on a farm out in the sticks in a tiny Michigan village and I’d never, to my
knowledge, even heard the word. I just knew I loved the thought of boy-on-boy romance. I
just knew that there was something hot going on between Tom
Corbett and his Space Cadets and all those guys on ‘Combat’.
I wrote slash fanfiction for 30
years, writing over 337 stories, some as short as 100 words (a drabble), some as long as a
series which was over 119,012 words. I enjoy writing my stories. I enjoyed the feedback I
received from my readers. It was a creative release I’d been searching for my entire life and I
blessed the Internet for leading me to this artistic oasis for my spirit.
Love’s Magic was my very first
step into writing my own characters. I will always be grateful to the slash fanfiction
community for nurturing the budding author until she was ready to blossom into a fully
realized novelist. It’s been an amazing thing to watch the gay community’s growth over
these past twenty years. My own journey has echoed theirs in many ways, and I’m grateful
to all those gay activists who fought to give the gay community the rights and privileges they always deserved. Love’s Trials, Love’s Glory, and Love’s Lawyer were the second and third,
and forth books in the series and all four books are available in audio format on
I’m also grateful to the gay
romance community, readers, authors, publishers and promoters, who are making these, my
retirement years, the most creative ones of my life. When I’m not writing, I’m traveling,
walking, hiking, knitting, crocheting, and weaving.
I’m very excited about the
upcoming release of my fifth contemporary gay romance novel, Relevant Law. Those of you
who fell in love with Joshua and Colin in the four previous books in this series are in for a bit
of angst in this latest episode. A dark and sinister cloud hangs over the University of Virginia
after three students are abducted, raped and beaten. Colin works with both campus and city
police to catch the perpetrator, but his hard work and effort proves futile when Joshua turns
Despite their struggles there
are still many passionate, loving moments and the friends they treasure will be there to help
them find their way.
For any chance at love,
they must first be willing to trust.
A proud fallen knight, Gentry Patterson likes to take people
under his wing. Gifted with an easygoing nature, he makes friends effortlessly and, thanks to
his love of cooking, often invites his inner circle over for meals. Gentry’s favorite week of the
year is the annual retreat for his race, where he’s reunited with the many friends and
colleagues he’s met through the years. The only thing that would enrich his existence is his
mate, but he has yet to meet him.
Newly resurrected Tobias Kinsler wants to put his training
behind him and make his superiors proud. However, Tobias is struggling. He keeps it to
himself because he lacks people he’s willing to trust. With a mere few months of life under
his belt, Tobias attends the fallen knights’ annual retreat and discovers his other half.
The two men have a sizzling connection from the start and
waste no time binding their souls. Unfortunately, they will soon learn that secrets lurk
beneath their growing friendship, and those secrets fracture the tenuous bond between
them. As they chart an uncertain future, Gentry and Tobias must decide if they’re still willing
to honor Fate.
Toby was staring aimlessly when there was a distant ding of
an elevator. To his shock, his dick went rock hard, and the thick, pungent smell of
honeysuckle filled his nose. His head whipped to the right, and he saw that a brown-haired
man who was probably three or four inches over six feet was stalking toward him.
As the fallen knight moved closer, Toby admired his broad
shoulders and the sexy smile on his handsome face. Within a few feet of Toby, the man’s grin
grew broader, lighting up his hazel eyes. He was Toby’s mate, and Toby was elated, but
“Hi, I’m Gentry,” he said as he stopped next to Toby.
“I’ve always been excited about attending the retreat, but I
had no idea I’d meet my mate here,” Gentry remarked.
Toby loved the light smattering of freckles on his nose and
cheeks. “It’s my first one.”
“You’ll love it. I’ll help make sure of that. The line’s moving,”
Gentry remarked as he snatched Toby’s suitcase from him, flustering the fallen knight who
was so unused to being noticed as anything more than a disaster.
“I feel like I’ve been standing here forever.”
Gentry leaned close, and Toby closed his eyes to better
enjoy the honey and citrus scent of his gift from Fate.
“I got here super early so I could avoid this line,” Gentry
“I’ll have to remember that in the future.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.”
The confidence in his voice relaxed Toby, and he grinned at
Gentry. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“We need to exchange numbers and coordinate our
schedules for the week.”
“I guess you’re okay with the fact that Fate picked us to be
With a nod, Gentry winked at him.
“You’re gorgeous, and I’ve always wanted a fallen knight for
a mate. You get my job. We already have a ton in common even though we just met. But I
want to learn everything about you. And I do mean everything.”
Although Toby had little sexual experience, Gentry’s flirting
was obvious enough that he couldn’t miss his interest.
“I’d like to tell you everything,” Toby commented softly.
Forcing himself to look away from the pretty hazel eyes,
Toby was somehow unsurprised by the twenty-three in roman numerals on Gentry’s shirt. It
figured that he’d be paired with a possibly ancient and clearly remarkable fallen knight. His
fear intensified, but Toby trusted Fate.
“You’re frowning. You okay?” Gentry asked.
“Yeah, I’m not a fan of lines,” Toby lied.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you registered and settled
There was something about the way Gentry had swooped
right in and inserted himself into Toby’s world that appealed to him.
“You’re a protective person, aren’t you?” Toby
“I do like to feed my friends and help them with whatever
Toby shuffled forward again as the line picked up a little
speed and tried to handle the wealth of emotions racing through him. It was imperative that
Toby set aside his issues and focus on how lucky he was. Not only was Gentry handsome, but
he was also clearly interested. His smile didn’t falter, and although they knew nothing about
each other, Gentry’s presence soothed.
“That’s good. I can’t cook.”
“Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you get to eat like a king.
You’ll have to tell me all your favorites.”
“I’ve discovered that there isn’t much I don’t like, but I love
a good steak.”
“Fate matched us perfectly. I can grill you one to
perfection,” Gentry said.
“Next,” Venerable Knight Roman Calixtus called.
Toby was so lost in staring at Gentry that he hadn’t realized
it was his turn. He fumbled to drag his identification card out of his pocket, and Toby handed
it over to Roman, who greeted him warmly and asked if he required a key to a room in the
Gentry leaned close again. “You can share my room if you
Everything was happening quickly, but Toby was ready to
dive into their relationship . Fate had given him a gift, and Gentry was supposed to be his
Toby grinned. “I’d like that.”
“Are you a bathroom hogger?” Gentry asked.
The Venerable Knight registering Toby looked away from his
computer screen to study the pair when Toby announced he didn’t need a hotel key.
“I don’t think so. I pretty much limit my use to regular
maintenance,” Toby assured Gentry.
“You two are going to share a room?” Roman
“We just met, but Toby is my mate,” Gentry stated loudly.
Toby loved the confidence in his voice and latched onto it as
a sign that his fear was unnecessary.
Roman smiled. “Congratulations. That’s wonderful.”
“Thanks,” Toby and Gentry said together, which made them
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
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.
Welcome to The Vampire Guard, where legend and myth
meet science and technology.
Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless City saga might have
ended but the story continues…
Vampires make the best spies. Throw a smart-mouthed werewolf in with three vampires, mix well, and The
Vampire Guard’s newest team is bound to become one of their greatest assets. Super spies
with a full range of skills. Warrior, hacker, thief, and scientist. They get in, do the job and get
out before the bad guys ever know what hit them.
They employ a combination
of supernatural powers and cutting-edge technology to hunt down terrorists, thieves,
biological weapons… and sometimes even their fellow vampires and werewolves. An eclectic
organization comprised of individuals with diverse personalities, backgrounds, and abilities,
this guard has bite—and they’re not afraid to use it.
Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless
City saga might have ended but the story continues… Welcome to the Vampire Guard, where legend and myth meet science and
technology. Vampires make the best spies. Throw a smart-
mouthed werewolf in with three vampires, mix well, and The Vampire Guard’s newest team
is bound to become one of their greatest assets. Super spies with a full range of skills.
Warrior, hacker, thief, and scientist. They get in, do the job, and get out before the bad guys
ever know what hit them. Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas are thrust into the
world of high-tech spies and top-secret espionage conspiracies. Recruited into the world’s
most elite and secret organization with one singular mission. Protect those who can’t defend
themselves from ruin. Together they must thwart an assassination
attempt on the open waters of Lake Superior while tracking a previously unknown biological
weapon controlled by the Qiguan—a weapon which may very well mean death for one of
And this time it’s
Book Title: Quarry (The Vampire Guard Book
Length: 66 300 words/ 185
Release Date: May 18, 2021
Heat Rating: 1-2 flames
It is not a standalone story,
but does not end on a cliffhanger.
Four members of The Vampire Guard—Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas—face a
dangerous and elusive enemy. And this time, it’s personal. When massive tech outages impact everything
from Wi-Fi to traffic control, Blair, Forge, Declan, and Lucas think it’s a simple matter of
catching troublesome hackers. But they quickly realize far more is at stake. Millions of dollars in art are the target of a thief
who’s not afraid to kill—and he’s no stranger. Not only has he escaped capture, twice, a
decade ago, but he’s had a hand in life-altering tragedies throughout their
lifetimes. Once it becomes clear that art theft is just a
fraction of his plan for mass destruction, they realize time is running out. The clock’s ticking.
Catastrophe is imminent. Can they find and disarm all the bombs in time or will countless
lives be lost?
BOOK 3 – NEW RELEASE
A werewolf and seven
vampires are all that stand between the world and complete annihilation.
Endosymbiont (The Vampire Guard Book
When Kai Richter and Ori Bier met, sparks
flew. Then a train blew up. Tracking an organism deadly to not only humans,
but vampires and werewolves alike, brings Kai and Ori into The Vampire Guard. Decades
later, they, along with Operative Team Jack Rabbit, come face to face with the horrors that
same virus produces. Dead bodies are coming back to life, and rational people are becoming
violent and brutal killers. A massacre is taking place nearly a mile under the
Atlantic Ocean. Two teams of The Vampire Guard are in the thick of it, fighting to
Excerpt from Endosymbiont
“How do werewolves fit into this grand plan?” Ori asked.
“When we first began chasing Sauer, he was collecting tissue samples and blood from
“And humans,” Kai added.
“I’ve been giving that some thought as well,” Lucas began.
“Both vampires and werewolves are more powerful than humans, but in different ways. As a
species each has slightly different skill sets than humans. A werewolf is born, unlike a
vampire. They have strong family and pack ties, so recruiting them as soldiers would likely
fail unless it was something an individual wanted to do. Getting large numbers to join up for
a cause outside a pack would be difficult, if not impossible. Yes, there might be German
packs siding with the Nazis, but there would be an equal number, or more, of packs from
other regions willing to fight on the opposing side. However, if there was a way to
incorporate werewolf attributes to enhance vampires, that would be valuable if the goal
were to create a super soldier.”
“Werewolves have, historically, fought in wars. However, as
a group they fared much better, particularly afterward. Because of their pack system,
soldiers returning from battle have a phenomenal support system. They don’t have the
homelessness and mental health problems many human soldiers do,” Ori chimed in.
“Humans are only now beginning to catch up to werewolf mental health.”
Lucas nodded. “Another desirable quality for a super
soldier. Mental and emotional stability. There’s also the possibility he was hoping to create
more than one generation of super soldiers by incorporating werewolves. I’m starting to
think this guy had a clear idea of what he wanted, but not how to achieve it.”
“And then somewhere along the way in his quest to create
some sort of super soldier, Sauer discovers an organism that can be weaponized,” Jonas
“There’s a gap in the research. A jump from analyzing the
three species to what we’re dealing with now,” Lucas said. “I’m guessing the biological
weapon is still a fairly new idea. Eighty years ago there simply wasn’t the technology to
make this thing useful. However, as a group, scientists are hoarders and packrats. We never
really throw anything away.”
“And once an idea is out there, it never goes away,” Jonas
added and grinned.
“Sauer became a vampire at some point, and I bet it didn’t
take long for him to realize all he had to do was hang around and wait for technology to
catch up to his ideas,” Sophia said. “He might’ve been a horrible and evil man, but he
certainly wasn’t stupid.”
One of the computers started chirping.
“This place is annoying,” Kai grumbled.
Blair wheeled his chair away from the table to the terminal.
“It’s a heat signature. A new one.”
“From where?” Ori demanded. “How would
someone get into this place without us knowing.”
Shaking his head, Blair stared at one of the monitors,
moving the cursor around. He did something that dulled the noise. “Whoever it is, they
didn’t come from outside, they’ve been hiding. There must be pocket areas that aren’t
covered by any sensors.”
“Heat signature, so not a vampire,” Declan said.
Blair nodded. “Too high for human.” He turned to face
them. “The werewolf we couldn’t account for.” He swung back to the computer when it
began making a different noise. “Kruger is in his office, but the werewolf and a human is
heading that way.” Moving to another computer, Blair pressed a few keys on the keyboard
and the quarters Kincade and Madison occupied appeared on one of the other monitors.
Madison was sitting on the side of his bed, reading. It was
obvious by how he yawned and stretched he’d probably only recently woken up. Kincade’s
room was empty.
Blair blinked at the monitor for a few seconds before he
exclaimed, “How the hell did he get out? The door is locked from the outside.”
“Air vents, or maintenance shafts.” Declan like the others,
was up and moving in seconds.
Porter started issuing orders. “Kai, Declan, Forge, with
Sophia.” He turned to Ori. “You stick with Blair if he has to leave this section.”
Ori nodded. “Yes, sir.”
About the Author
Mystery, action, chills, and
thrills spiced with romance and desire. ELIZABETH NOBLE lives by the adage “I can’t not write.” She doesn’t remember a time when she
didn’t make up stories and eventually she learned how to put words on a page. Those words
turned into books and fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M fiction. A part of
every day is spent living in worlds she created that are filled with intrigue and espionage.
She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all
things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural.
When she’s not chronicling
the adventures of her many characters, Elizabeth is a veterinary nurse living in her native
Cleveland, Ohio. She has three grown children and now happily shares her little, brick house
with two spunky Cardigan Welsh Corgis and their feline sidekicks. Elizabeth is a fan of
baseball, basketball (go Cavs and Cleveland Baseball) and gardening. She can often be found
working in her ‘outside office’ listening to classic rock and plotter her next novel waiting for
it to be dark enough to gaze at the stars.
Elizabeth has received a number of amateur writing awards. Since being
published, several of her novels have received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards. Jewel Cave was a runner-up in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category in the 2015 Rainbow Awards. Ringed Love was a winner in the Gay Fantasy Romance category of the 2016 Rainbow