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NEW RELEASE: “The Red Dragon of Oxford” by Joy Lynn Fielding. $15.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: The Red Dragon of Oxford

Author and Publisher: Joy
Lynn Fielding

Cover Artist:
Miblart

Release Date: January 15,
2024

Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fish out of water, mutual pining, shifters

Themes: Self-acceptance,
empowerment

Length: 66,000
words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is a standalone story (the
first in a new series) and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Dragons aren’t real. Or so I
used to think.

Blurb

Oxford isn’t exactly what I’d imagined. Sure, the colleges are romantic, and everyone is brilliant enough to

trigger my impostor syndrome. I expected that.

The dragon, however, was a big surprise.

I saw him on my first day. The beautiful beast spoke to me,
then disappeared. I’ve been looking for him ever since.

But when I’m not on a wild dragon chase, I spend my time
in the library. I’d like to think I’m only there to study, but who am I kidding?

I’m there for him.

Rufus Mortimer is the world’s hottest librarian. He’s strict,
enigmatic, and sexy. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

But he has a secret. One that could
destroy everything.

So now, all I have to do is find a dragon, earn my doctorate,
and try to not to let my new romance burn my life to the ground. Easy, right?

I wish…

The Red Dragon of Oxford, book 1 in the Wings Over
Albion series, is a sweet and spicy paranormal m/m romance with a guaranteed happily ever
after.

Excerpt

“You can’t take those.” The voice was deep, male, and came
from very close behind me.

I spun around, heart hammering. The guy standing there was
big—broad-shouldered, and muscular as if he worked out. His blue shirt pulled
slightly over his chest, reinforcing his build. Rich brown hair fell past his shoulders, and his
eyes were velvety brown in a face that left me breathless. His jaw was defined, his nose
straight with slightly flared nostrils, and the firm line of disapproval his lips were pressed into
failed to hide their sensuality. He belonged in Hollywood, not an Oxford library.

He was so close to me that it was intimidating. Moving back a
few steps gave me the opportunity to take in allof him, and he was well worth it. The
softest-looking faded jeans I’d ever seen outlined thick muscled thighs that had come
straight out of my dreams. Callum was cute. This guy, though. This guy had me wanting to go
to my knees for him. I was practically drooling.

Unfortunately, he was glaring at me and showed no sign of
bending me over the nearest table and having his way with me.

I wrenched my mind back to the fact he’d said something to
me. “Sorry, what?”

“You can’t take those books.”

“I’m a research student.” I tore my eyes away from his face long
enough to thrust my library card at him. “I was told I could take up to twenty books out at
once.”

“Well, you can’t.”

“It says so in the library rules. I live in college, so I wouldn’t
have far to come if I got an alert saying someone else wanted them.”

“I don’t care. That’s too many books to take out of here.”

“Okay.” The intensity in him was something else, and I backed
down. “How many am I allowed to take?”

He glanced over them. “Four,” he said, and it sounded
reluctant.

My face must have shown my incredulity because he pointed
out, “You can only read one at a time.”

Anger stirred in me. These weren’t novels, to be read one after
another. They needed to be compared and cross-referenced as they were read. It was why
I’d applied to Mortimer in the first place—the college’s collection of scarcely remembered
German theologians was unrivalled and precisely what I needed for my dissertation.

“Sorry, who are you?” It finally occurred to me to ask. If he was
just another research student throwing his weight around with the newbies, I’d tell him
where to go. Surely he couldn’t be a tutor because he was only about thirty.

“The librarian.”

Holy crap, and I’d tried to argue the rules with him.
“Good to meet you,” I said weakly and tried to smile at him. “I’m Mark Stevens.”

He nodded and folded his arms. His shirt’s valiant attempt to
cope with his movement resulted in acres of silky material clinging to his muscles. I was
staring again.

“Sorry, I don’t know your name,” I said when it was clear he
wasn’t going to speak. He was still watching me as if to check I only took four books.

“Rufus Mortimer.”

“Like the college!” It was a stupid thing to say, but it was better
than telling him I wanted to lick him.

He looked unimpressed. “Choose your four books. I’ll replace
the others.”

The guy was kind of a prick, though I wasn’t sure what he could
have said to my comment.

Once I’d found the four texts I most wanted, he gathered the
remaining books into his arms. “Don’t forget to scan them,” he said as he moved away. “And
don’t keep them long. They belong here.”

Until he said that, it hadn’t dawned on me that there was a way
to keep access to all twenty books. And so many more. “I could have them all out on my
desk if I stayed in here?”

“Of course.”

The way he said that nagged at me. It reminded me of
something, but I didn’t know what. “In that case, please don’t shelve them,” I said. “I’m
going to get my stuff from my room and work here.”

“Okay,” he said, but he didn’t put them down. He watched me
leave, holding the books close, cradling them like they were his babies.

About
the Author

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

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

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NEW RELEASE: “Port in a Storm” by Rhys Ford. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Port in a Storm (Sinners Series)

Author: Rhys
Ford

Publisher:
Dreamspinner

Cover Artist: Rhys
Ford

Release Date: January 23,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Married M/M Couple foster / adopt child

Themes: Dealing with childhood trauma, questioning whether the past
makes a bad father, found family

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 59 000 words/ 200
pages

It is book 8 in
the Sinner’s Gin Series and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

San Francisco SWAT Lieutenant Connor Morgan and
Crossroads Gin drummer Forest Ackerman make an odd couple. Connor, an Irish-born cop
from a tight-knit family, never imagined he’d find his happily-ever-after with a raised-on-the-
streets musician, but Forest had the gentlest soul he’d ever met. After a long, hard road of
heartbreak, murder, and trouble, they fell hard in love and married.

Then Fate intervenes and throws their lives into a chaos
neither one of them is prepared for.

During a brutal SWAT raid, Connor stumbles on Tate, an
abused, vulnerable little boy caught in a shoot-out with his father’s drug-running gang. As
heavy fire riddles the walls, an injured Connor rescues Tate from the fray… only to be struck
numb when a caseworker pries a sobbing Tate from his arms.

Scarred from his own childhood experiences, Forest doubts
he can be a good enough father, but Connor assures him they can give Tate what he needs
and more. Soon they are on an insane ride where trust and affection are hard-earned,
especially when coming from a little boy raised in society’s filthiest gutters. Facing down
every challenge thrown their way, they battle to give Tate what Connor treasures and Forest
never had—a family to call his own.

Excerpt

“Got a little boy—I think—here. Anywhere clear to get him
out?” Pain flared in Connor’s shoulder when he moved. The child’s weight pulled down on
his muscles, straining the tender spots blooming on his back. He’d either landed in
something wet or the hits he’d taken were more serious than he thought.

“Negative, but I can give you cover,” Yamamoto said over
the comm. “Working back down the hall. Can you hold?”

“Holding.” Connor wrapped his arms around the boy’s
torso, trying to cover as much as possible. “Get your arms down, kiddo, and grab anything
you can on my vest.”

The child was rigid, legs stick straight and stiff. His tiny
hands were dotted with bruises and dried blood, his knuckles bleached white when his
fingers tightened around the straps on Connor’s armor. He buried his face into Connor’s
chest, breathing hard and heavy when another round of gunfire opened up in the
hall.

A pair of large dark shadows fell across the opening in the
wall, and then Yamamoto angled his back against one side of the broken drywall. He gave
Connor a hand signal, then counted down from three to a closed fist and began a heavy
barrage of sprayed shots. Gun drawn, Connor ducked out to the right, keeping the boy
against his chest. He moved quickly, pausing at openings and long stretches of the hallway,
alert to any movement.

When his boots hit the living room floor, Yamamoto gave
the all-clear to move the fight to the back of the house again, leaving Connor with an easier
egress. The young man they’d left for the other team was gone, hopefully safe and sound
away from the raid. The pain along Connor’s shoulders was turning from a dull throb to a
raging fire, and as he tried to clear the mound of debris, he stumbled and caught the tip of
his boot on something hard. The kid let out a short yelp of terror when Connor’s grasp
loosened. Then he sobbed brokenly as Connor tightened his grip.

“I’m not going to drop you,” he reassured the little boy.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

About the Author

Rhys Ford is an award-
winning author with several long-running LGBT+ mystery, thriller, paranormal, and urban
fantasy series and is a two-time LAMBDA finalist with their Murder and Mayhem novels. She
is published by Dreamspinner Press and Rogue Firebird Press.

They’re also quite skeptical about bios without a dash of something personal
and really, who doesn’t mention their cats, dog and cars in a bio? They shares the house
with Harley, a grey tuxedo with a flower on her face, Badger, a disgruntled alley cat who isn’t
sure living inside is a step up the social ladder as well as Gojira who is a chaos goblin
masquerading as a tabico. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep of a 1979 Pontiac Firebird and
enjoys murdering make-believe people.

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BOOK BLAST: “The Hot Mess Prince” by Emily Spade

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: The Hot
Mess Prince

Author and Publisher: Emily
Spady

Cover Artist: Morganically
Sourced

Release Date: October 13,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: royals, prince/assistant, opposites attract, romantic
comedy

Themes: redemption, self-acceptance, family

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 57 795 words/ 205
pages

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

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A sweet, snarky m/m
romance with kittens, cheese festivals, royal gossip, and a guaranteed HEA.

Blurb

Neel Batra is good–no, great–at his job. A consummate

professional despite all the chaos of managing one of the most notorious party boy royals in
Europe, he never lets Prince Thibault get under his skin. Well, almost never. And he certainly
doesn’t entertain any thoughts or feelings that are less than professional. Especially after an
image rehab campaign sees Neel and the prince working in closer conditions than
ever.

Prince Thibault d’Archimbault may be a disaster,
but even he knows certain things–and people–are off limits. Even if he can’t help noticing
his assistant’s pretty eyes, and how fun it is to annoy him. Can he practice self-control for
once in his life and stay out of Neel Batra’s way, even while they work together on cleaning
up Thibault’s reputation? Or will things get distinctly … messy?

Excerpt

“I don’t have a
car.” Three years working for the prince, and the man knew nothing about him. Typical. “I
rode my bicycle.”

“Of course you did. Doing your duty, right? Protecting the
environment and all that.” Thibault had a smug little smile on his face, like Neel had
completely failed to surprise him. “Doesn’t it ever get tiring?”

“What gets tiring is lack of sleep. Which is why I’m leaving
now,” Neel said, making no move to get up.

“Stay here for a bit. Have a drink with me. I’ll get Viola to
drive you home if you’re worried about biking under the influence.”

“Absolutely not. You shouldn’t be out here, either.” Neel
pointed a finger at him across the hot tub. “We’re starting your twelve-step plan or
whatever it is tomorrow and you need your sleep, too. More than I do. You’ll be the one in
the photos, and we can’t have you looking all gray and hungover.”

Thibault shrugged. His chest was flushed from the heat, his
hair curling into his eyes. “Honestly? I couldn’t sleep either. I’m… I’m trying to take this
seriously, Batra. Whether you believe me or not. And it’s making me nervous.” He poured a
refill into the glass and held it out. “Come on. One drink. Just stay and… talk to me. Until I
feel sleepy.”

The glass was sweaty with condensation as Neel took it
from his hand. “I’m only drinking this so that you won’t,” he warned, and finished it in one
gulp, before he could have any foolish thoughts about how Thibault’s mouth had been on
the glass, his pink, pouty, irritating mouth–

“You, er,” said Thibault.

“We’ve all been to university, your highness,” Neel said
archly.

“Yes, but you probably weren’t shooting 100-year
Ankenbrandian pear brandy.”

Neel shrugged, feeling the red bloom of alcohol in his
stomach, the tension beginning to seep out of his shoulders, his neck. “So, I’m to tell you a
bedtime story now, is that it? Don’t recall it being part of my job description. But who knows
what my job is at this point.”

Thibault took a swig from the bottle, then refilled Neel’s
glass. “I guess I was just hoping that you had some plan for tomorrow. You’re so good at
plans.”

Neel really ought to sip this one slowly, but he was enjoying
how the over-excited clock in his head had finally started to tick down, and the stars were
bright overhead and the mountains gleamed in the distance and Prince Thibault was
glistening across from him like some male siren that had just emerged from the Aegean sea,
and it was time, wasn’t it, that Neel told him exactly what he thought about all of this
nonsense?

“You
are the one who came up with all of this. There
is no plan. You’re petting kittens, for fucksake.”

“Right, but, what should I wear?”

Neel waved his hand in the air dismissively. “Something
casual but expensive that shows off your chest. Do you really need me to tell you all this?
Just pet the kittens and look cute. Why did you choose all of these things if you don’t even
want to do them?”

Thibault ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I knew I needed
to tell grandmother something. And they are things I wanted
to do. Most of them. Some I chose because I knew they’d annoy you.”

“I thought so. Pour me another drink.”

“You sure you’re going to be all right? The water’s really
hot, and you’ve had like four shots. I’m a heavy pourer.”

“You owe me, Thibault.”

The prince slid across the hot tub, and Neel flinched at the
sudden hand on his forehead. “Hm, yeah, I don’t think so,” Thibault murmured. “You’re
really warm.”

“Don’t pretend you care,” Neel said, holding himself as still
as possible so he wouldn’t melt. “Don’t pretend to be responsible.”

“I’m not,” Thibault said. “But you are, and you’re going to
be hating yourself if you’re too hungover to get a perfectly adorable picture of me and those
cats tomorrow. C’mon, Batra, let’s get you up.” He hoisted Neel onto his feet. “Out we go.
We’ve got a date with some baby kittens.”

“‘Baby kittens’ is redundant,” Neel said, and
fainted.

About the Author

Emily Spady lives in the
Pacific Northwest of the United States with her husband and cat. This is her first novel.

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BOOK BLAST: “Facing the Curse” by Patrick Bryce Wright.

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Facing the Curse

Author: Patrick Bryce Wright

Publisher: JMS Books, LLC

Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs

Release Date: December 2, 2023

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance, paranormal thriller

Tropes: Sexy neighbour, psychotic ex

Themes: Found family, surviving abuse, healing from trauma

Heat Rating: 1 flame

Length: 70 375 words/281 pages

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

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When Tito and Leo meet at a Wiccan event, they feel the spark. But Tito’s abusive ex-boyfriend Matt stands in the way. As Matt’s behavior becomes increasingly unhinged, can Tito and Leo survive?

Blurb

Tito Russell and his boyfriend Matt move into an apartment together despite past problems. Then Tito meets their new neighbor, Leo, who is Wiccan like Tito, and they strike up a friendship. Matt unleashes violent rage at Tito for even looking at another man, and Tito dumps him for his own safety. Matt’s behavior becomes progressively unhinged. He stalks and threatens Tito, even as Tito falls in love with Leo. Can Tito and Leo survive to live happily-ever-after?

Excerpt

Tito was struck by half of the secondary title of Ancestral Tarot: “Uncover Your Past.” Tingles erupted over his scalp, down the right side of his face, and then down his right arm. “I can’t tell you what’s happening to me, but I feel so drawn to this book.” He looked at the other one and felt a similar pulling sensation.

“Cool.” Leo dropped into the chair across from Tito and sipped his coffee. Half a bagel sat on a plate in front of him. “You seemed pretty into it last night.”

“I did a tarot reading when I got home.” Tito thumbed through the table of contents of Ancestral Tarot. “I can translate the reading as ‘Yes, totally do this.’ And there seems to be some kind of focus on my past or my childhood memories.” He flipped through the chapters, stopped on a tarot spread, and scanned the page. A website might give him some sample pages to look at, or it might not. He was glad he could just sample the book in person.

Leo made a “mnph” sound in his throat. “You’re talking to someone who works with abused teens. Trust me when I say a lot of things go back to childhood trauma. Not everything. Adults get traumatized, too. It can alter their entire life course when it happens. But childhood trauma is my focus, so my brain always goes there.”

Tito glanced out the window, checking to see if Matt’s car had arrived or was in sight. I can’t afford to get caught up here. He’ll never believe I’m just looking at books, and he’ll say I should have just sampled them online.

A chilling thought swept through Tito: Will Matt try to stop me from working with my ancestors? He got super upset when I tried my first spirit summoning spell by myself. He said I was too much of a rookie and that I should never cast it without him, but when I ask him to do the spell with me, he won’t.

“Well, I believe you.” Tito scanned another sample page. “All my friends when I was a kid were abused. When I was nine, I saw my best friend’s father beat up his brother. My best friend in middle school told me his father hit him. My best friend in high school said her father raped and molested both her and her brother, and she fantasized a lot about killing him. Then she ended up on drugs and died of an OD.”

“Jesus! I’m sorry.” Leo set down his cup.

Tito glanced up. “Oh, we weren’t friends anymore. She went psycho all over me, and I had to run away. But a friend of a friend told me last year that she’d ODed.” He switched to Ancestral Grimoire and read the table of contents. “But it is sad. I always believed her that she’d been abused. She was a wreck. The OD was believable, too.”

“God.” Leo sighed. “There’s so much avoidable tragedy in the world. Why do so many parents abuse their children?”

Tito flipped to chapter two and scanned it. “Too few people care. They’ll fight to the death to make sure a baby gets born, but then they don’t give a flying fuck what happens after the baby arrives. Children in the U.S. have less rights than children in most other first world countries, and Social Services is drowning. Plus very few people agree to foster kids. So abusive parents get their kids back or their kids are never removed in the first place.” He felt the explosion of rage he associated with triggering off.

“The statistics are much worse than what we have recorded.” Leo leaned forward. “We can only track child abuse cases that are reported. And most cases aren’t reported. The same thing is true for rape statistics. It’s all much worse than we think.”

Tito’s stomach knotted so hard he couldn’t sip his coffee. He glanced out the window. Still no Matt. “This stuff always blows me up. I’ve never been raped or molested, and my parents didn’t abuse me. But it doesn’t matter. I guess I just have that basic human decency old people claim our generation lacks. This stuff hits every rage button I’ve got.”

Leo’s gaze rested on Tito. “It should piss off everyone. Always.”

“Yeah.” Tito forced himself to sip more coffee. Good coffee should never go to waste, and I should be a good guest. His grandma’s obsession with social etiquette was still burned into his brain.

The sound of a car door closing jerked Tito’s attention to the window. Shit! I’m in trouble.

About the Author

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

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NEW RELEASE: “Elex: Sons of Hecate Volume I” by Mellanie Rourke. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Elex: Sons of
Hecate Volume I

Author and Publisher:
Mellanie Rourke

Cover Artist: Reese
Dante

Release Date: December 26,
2023

Genres: Dark Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Overcoming adversity, rags to riches

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 92 000 words/320
pages

It is a standalone story and
first in a series. The other books will be coming out
in 2024.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Alone, they are victims.
Together, they may topple an empire.

Blurb

Elex is a slave even though his father is King of Alexandria.

Disinherited once his elemental magic developed, he was banished to the Alexandrian
Legion to “learn his place” at the non-existent mercies of his new masters. Humiliated and
abused, he learns the hard way that he can’t always protect the ones he loves.

Now the time of the Machi Thanatos approaches, a deadly
competition where Legionnaires must battle their foes and each other for the dubious honor
of a lifetime of slavery at the hands of Elusians, Alexandrians with the ability to control Elex
and his fellow Mageians by Suppressing their ability to use magic.

Elex will fight to the death to protect himself and those he
loves, but during the Machi he meets Helios, a shapeshifting Soma from the rebel country of
Illyria. Helios will fight for what he loves, too, and this savagely fierce little Mageian is
quickly adding his name to that list.

Separately they are two victims of the whims of
Alexandrian Elusians. Together, they may discover a secret that could topple an
empire.

Excerpt

The moonlight slowly slid across his face, casting his scarred
side in shadow. Finally, he spoke.

“What did you want me to ask you that I didn’t?” he
asked.

I closed my eyes. Fuck. He’d know if I was lying. In for a
penny.

“I wanted you to ask me if you could kiss me,” I whispered
finally. He didn’t move at my words, and I suddenly felt like the biggest idiot. How could this
beautiful, courageous, kitten-saving man ever want someone like me? Especially after just
sharing everything my own blood had done to me.

Feeling suddenly filthy, I was on my feet and pulling away
from him without thinking. “Yeah, dumb thing to think, I know. Probably been drinking too
much of that vodka.”

“That sentence was a lie,” he whispered. Then without
warning he was in front of me. He slowly reached out and cupped the back of my head and
drew me close. He was standing so near to me that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “But
that first one…”

He swept his thumb over my lips.

“Truth,” he whispered, a small, sad smile forming. He
moved even closer, his breath hot on my skin.

“Kataramenos,” he said, drawing my name out. My heart
pounded in my chest at his nearness, and my body flushed both hot and cold at the same
time.

“Kat. May I kiss you?” he asked, finally.

I swallowed hard, my nerves on fire. I couldn’t believe
someone like him might want someone like me. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, which
were brighter than the moonlight. I could see my reflection in his gaze. It was almost
unrecognizable. It was a person who was strong. Confident. Whole. Someone who deserved
something good in his world. Someone I wanted desperately to be.

I nodded, unable to form the words.

He moved forward slowly, just brushing his lips across my
own. The zap of our magics built to a vibrating hum as he licked gently across my lips with
his tongue. I opened my mouth slowly, savouring the taste of the vodka as he slid into my
mouth, the gentle heat of his body pressing against mine.

He held me like I was something…precious. Not fragile,
exactly, but something valued. I had fooled around with other Mageia in the past and been used
by Elusians against my will. This was completely different from any of that. None of those
encounters, even the willing ones, had ever made me feel cherished. Safe. Made me feel like
he did.

About the Author

Mellanie Rourke lives in Akron, Ohio with her spouse and their
furry menagerie of 3 young adult roommates (because ‘they aren’t kids anymore’), two
dogs, three cats, and five ferrets.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “True North” by TA Moore

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Book Title: True North (Yule Lads #1)

Author: TA
Moore

Publisher: Rogue Firebird
Press

Cover Artist: TA
Moore

Release Date: December 15, 2023

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Opposites attract, star-crossed, enemies to lovers, fish out of
water, work romance…sorta, betrayal, Christmas romance

Themes: Sins of the past, forgiveness, found family.

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 40 500
words

It is the first book in the Yule Lads series.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Santa’s missing. Presumed
Dead.

 

Blurb

Despite what his co-workers say Belling, Montana

paramedic Dylan Holly does not hate Christmas.

It’s just that as an ex-foster kid he learned early on
that Christmas just didn’t have much relevance to his life. He’s seen no evidence since then
that he’s wrong.

That said, if Santa ever delivered a six-foot plus wall
of hot muscle under his tree he’d be willing to reconsider. He’s even sourced an available
one locally in the taciturn Somerset North and his impossibly blue eyes.

So really, at this point the ball is in Santa’s
court.

There’s just one problem. Well, just one to start
with anyhow. The battered, dying man someone dumped from a height onto Dylan’s car
outside the Just-as-High, Somerset’s bar. He gave Dylan an old, well-worn watch and begged
him to keep it safe.

Now Christmas is relevant to Dylan’s life in the
worst way. The Winter Court has loosed their Wolves on the world and Dylan is on the run
with Somerset North. A man who seems to know a lot more about what is going on than a
Montana bar owner with exceptional shoulders should.

It turns out that Santa is missing, presumed dead.
And the key to the hotly disputed succession crisis is a foster kid who never celebrated the
season.

 

Excerpt

TWENTY YEARS SINCE Somerset had tried to tap the power of
his old position. Now he had done it twice in one night. He would never admit it, but as the
wind blew up into his armpits, he wasn’t sure the magic he’d set aside would answer.

Apparently though, there were no hard feelings.

Cold filled his chest and soaked out into his body. It spilled out
of his mouth on white fog and turned his marrow into frost. The only heat in him came from
the prickle of pain as a dozen tiny fractures crazed along the bones of his arms and legs. The
threads of the North Wind surged up around him and thickened under his feet. His boots
skidded on the slick, snow-vapor surface at first. It was solid, but not still. The wind blew and
eddied under his weight. It made for unsteady footing.

The weight of Dylan as he swung awkwardly from Somerset’s
grip didn’t help. Somerset briefly indulged the thought of letting him drop. He was not a
sentimental man at the best of times, that wasn’t what his kind had been made to be, and
the chill of Winter magic in his bones reduced the idea of logic and odds.

Mostly.

Dylan didn’t scream or thrash. He gripped Somerset’s wrist
with white-knuckled fingers and kept his eyes closed so he didn’t give in and look down.
Somerset had always liked that quality about the wiry paramedic. No matter what happened
around him, Dylan was always the calm at the heart of the storm. It made him… pleasant…
to be around.

Something in Somerset’s chest, buried down deep under
permafrosted meat and organs, felt warm. The rest of him was too Winter-numb to put his
finger on what the feeling was. Guilt maybe. Or something stupider.

Either way, as he remembered the knack to riding the storm,
he dragged Dylan into his arms. The other man resisted at first—Somerset didn’t take it
personally—but the only other option was to fall. It wasn’t a hard choice to make. Dylan
pressed against Somerset’s chest, arms wrapped around him so tightly that Somerset could
feel knuckly fists dug into the small of his back.

Somerset enjoyed the feeling of the warm, lean body pressed
against him for a moment, then he had to focus on what he was doing.

“You can fly?” Dylan asked, his voice ragged and his breath
warm against Somerset as it seeped through the cotton T-shirt. When Dylan laughed, it was
a thin, nervous sound. “Explains what happened to my car.”

Somerset hesitated as he narrowed his eyes. He could see the
snow caught in his lashes. Dylan was right; that probably had been what happened.

As many questions as that answered, though, it raised more.
Wolves couldn’t walk the storm, so who’d brought Gull down? Had he already been
injured?

The wind took advantage of Somerset’s distraction and tried to
drop from under him. He stumbled, caught himself, and did his best to ignore the way
Dylan’s arms tightened around him.

 

About the Author

TA Moore is a Northern Irish
writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood
in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of
black humour a mile wide.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots,
and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be
avoided.

 

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Book Title: Signs and
Wonders: A Supernatural MM Romance Adventure

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Lou
Harper

Release Date: November 15,
2023

Genres: Paranormal MM romance, romantic suspense

Tropes: Hurt/comfort, getting comfortable with
commitment

Themes: Learning to trust, evolving established relationship

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 57 000 words/ 211
pages

It is part of a series
(Witchbane, book 7) but can be read as a standalone. It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Can Seth and Evan save
the warlock’s next target, bring down his crime syndicate, and live to tell the
tale?

 

Blurb

When a coven of dark warlocks killed Seth Tanner’s brother,
Seth became a man driven by vengeance, sworn to stop the cycle of ritual killings, willing to
die for the cause. He never expected to fall head over heels in love with the witches’ next
intended victim. Evan Malone didn’t believe the supernatural was real until Seth swept in
with his magic and motorcycle to save him from being the next sacrifice.

Now they’ve gone on the road together, hunting the rest of
the coven while they figure out how to keep the white-hot, once-in-a-lifetime bond between
them. Days are filled tracking their paranormal quarry, honing their monster hunting skills,
and gaining control of the small magics that have made a life-or-death difference. Nights are
spent together, entangled in adrenaline-fueled passion, learning how to make this love last
forever despite the odds. Seth fears that if they don’t eliminate the rest of the coven, they’ll
be on the run forever, and more people will die. Evan is afraid that Seth’s obsession with
revenge means they might not survive to get a happily ever after.

Seth and Evan head to West Virginia to confront one of the
dark warlocks, a master con man running a cybercrime empire. Can Seth and Evan save the
warlock’s next target, bring down his crime syndicate, and live to tell the tale?

Signs and Wonders is a thrill-packed supernatural thrill ride with plenty of paranormal suspense,
hurt/comfort, hot nights, found family, deadly magic, immortal witches, determined hunters,
haunted places, creepy ghosts, impressive explosions, spooky chills, and sexy thrills, and
features an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.

 

Excerpt

“Did you find anything about the disappearances? The warlock
isn’t the only reason people go missing,” Evan said, and Seth could see how proud he was of
his smart little brother. He felt a pang of loss for what Jesse could have become and figured
that the grief would never go away.

“The NQRZ has been there for a while—since 1958—and they
picked the location because that area is fairly remote,” Parker said. “Not very populated and
off the beaten track. I’ve been looking into the missing person reports going back as far as I
can for the general area, especially the small towns nearby.”

Parker seemed to relish sharing his findings. “Every year
several people go missing and are never accounted for. They might not all be due to Swain,
but you said he can draw power from blood magic in between his main sacrifices, so I think
it’s possible he’s responsible for some of them. And a few have indirect ties to his
retreat—people who left the program and later vanished, or who had other connections to
his business. Nothing the police ever bothered with, as far as I can tell.”

“Good work,” Evan said. “Anything else?”

“I’m not sure,” Parker said. “I found a link between Swain’s
charity and some fundraising groups that have gotten in trouble for dicey dealings.”

“What kind of trouble?” Seth asked.

“Improper paperwork, tax issues, not following the rules,”
Parker replied. “I just found that piece, so I’m still looking into it, but it made me wonder if
he had a hand in the other groups instead of just being associated.”

“Be careful,” Evan cautioned, and Seth knew his partner was
walking the line between appreciating Parker’s contributions and protecting his little brother
from a very real threat. “Don’t do anything that would attract attention to yourself.”

“I won’t.” Parker sounded patiently put-upon. “I promise.”

“Keep us posted. We’ll be in Pittsburgh for a little bit before we
head for West Virginia.”

“Got it. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got something to
report.” Parker paused. “You two watch your backs, okay? Don’t get hurt.”

Seth shifted his weight to ease the ache in his shoulders. Evan
moved to take pressure off his bruised hip. “We will,” Evan promised. “Talk to you
soon.”

The call ended. Seth and Evan exchanged a look.

“Thoughts?” Evan asked.

“He’s good,” Seth said. “Let’s hope that he knows enough to fly
under the radar. But if his hunches pay off, some of our friends might be able to dig into
other sources to find even more information. Swain and the warlocks have had a century to
learn how to cover their tracks. There’s a reason no one’s untangled this whole mess before
now.”

Seth and Evan had been searching archives for photos of
Fletcher Swain under his various aliases without much luck. The best image was from 1900,
the year Swain gained immortality.

 

About the Author

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

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

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

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

 

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Book Title: Elex: Sons of
Hecate Volume I

Author and Publisher:
Mellanie Rourke

Cover Artist: Reese
Dante

Release Date: December 26,
2023

Genres: Dark Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Overcoming adversity, rags to riches

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 92 000 words/320
pages

It is a standalone story and
first in a series. The other books will be coming out
in 2024.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Alone, they are victims.
Together, they may topple an empire.

 

Blurb

Elex is a slave even though his father is King of
Alexandria. Disinherited once his elemental magic developed, he was banished to the
Alexandrian Legion to “learn his place” at the non-existent mercies of his new masters.
Humiliated and abused, he learns the hard way that he can’t always protect the ones he
loves.

Now the time of the Machi Thanatos approaches, a
deadly competition where Legionnaires must battle their foes and each other for the

dubious honor of a lifetime of slavery at the hands of Elusians, Alexandrians with the ability
to control Elex and his fellow Mageians by Suppressing their ability to use magic.

Elex will fight to the death to protect himself and those
he loves, but during the Machi he meets Helios, a shapeshifting Soma from the rebel country
of Illyria. Helios will fight for what he loves, too, and this savagely fierce little Mageian is
quickly adding his name to that list.

Separately they are two victims of the whims of
Alexandrian Elusians. Together, they may discover a secret that could topple an
empire.

 

Excerpt

The moonlight slowly slid across his face, casting his scarred
side in shadow. Finally, he spoke.

“What did you want me to ask you that I didn’t?” he
asked.

I closed my eyes. Fuck. He’d know if I was lying. In for a
penny.

“I wanted you to ask me if you could kiss me,” I whispered
finally. He didn’t move at my words, and I suddenly felt like the biggest idiot. How could this
beautiful, courageous, kitten-saving man ever want someone like me? Especially after just
sharing everything my own blood had done to me.

Feeling suddenly filthy, I was on my feet and pulling away
from him without thinking. “Yeah, dumb thing to think, I know. Probably been drinking too
much of that vodka.”

“That sentence was a lie,” he whispered. Then without
warning he was in front of me. He slowly reached out and cupped the back of my head and
drew me close. He was standing so near to me that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “But
that first one…”

He swept his thumb over my lips.

“Truth,” he whispered, a small, sad smile forming. He
moved even closer, his breath hot on my skin.

“Kataramenos,” he said, drawing my name out. My heart
pounded in my chest at his nearness, and my body flushed both hot and cold at the same
time.

“Kat. May I kiss you?” he asked, finally.

I swallowed hard, my nerves on fire. I couldn’t believe
someone like him might want someone like me. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, which
were brighter than the moonlight. I could see my reflection in his gaze. It was almost
unrecognizable. It was a person who was strong. Confident. Whole. Someone who deserved
something good in his world. Someone I wanted desperately to be.

I nodded, unable to form the words.

He moved forward slowly, just brushing his lips across my
own. The zap of our magics built to a vibrating hum as he licked gently across my lips with
his tongue. I opened my mouth slowly, savouring the taste of the vodka as he slid into my
mouth, the gentle heat of his body pressing against mine.

He held me like I was something…precious. Not fragile,
exactly, but something valued. I had fooled around with other Mageia in the past and been used
by Elusians against my will. This was completely different from any of that. None of those
encounters, even the willing ones, had ever made me feel cherished. Safe. Made me feel like
he did.

 

About the Author

Mellanie Rourke lives in Akron, Ohio with her spouse and their
furry menagerie of 3 young adult roommates (because ‘they aren’t kids anymore’), two
dogs, three cats, and five ferrets.

 

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