Neil Watkins isn’t too surprised to receive an invitation to
Rob Asher and Ben Rockingham’s wedding. After all, he’s been best friends with Ben’s son
Kyle for several years. But he is excited to be invited to join them on the honeymoon – a
party for a select group of family and friends on an all-expense paid Mediterranean cruise.
He’s hesitant at first, but Kyle convinces him to go. Well, his own love life sucks at the
moment. Maybe he’ll have better luck in the Med.
When he receives an invitation to their wedding and
honeymoon party, Matthew Palmer balks at the idea of joining Rob and Ben on their
honeymoon cruise. The master jeweler, a friend to both men, thinks the offer is way too
generous, but Rob’s best friend Samantha persuades him to rethink his decision. His last
relationship really knocked him for a loop, and maybe Sam was right and he should think
about himself for a change
When Neil and Matthew meet, unexpected and undeniable
sparks fly. Has their luck finally changed? Can this really be their second chance at love in the
As he approached the
hostess at the doorway to the bistro, she looked up at him and said, “Good morning, sir. Are you dining alone this
plea—“ he paused, catching a
glimpse of Matthew sitting alone at a table near the window. “Excuse me,” he said. “That gentleman is part of the group I’m traveling with. Let me ask if I can join
He strode to the table, hoping he wasn’t making a fool of himself by
intruding on Matthew’s
morning, Matthew. Would it be okay if I joined you. Um, that is, um, if you’re not expecting
anyone.” Dammit, I sound like
an idiot. Don’t be nervous. He’s just a friend.
Neil” Matthew sounded
genuinely pleased to see him. “No, I’m not expecting
anyone and you can certainly join me if you’d like.”
“Thanks.” As Neil sat down,
the hostess came over and handed him a menu.
“Did you sleep
okay?” Neil asked, trying to start
a conversation and not sound like he was daft.
did” Matthew replied. “I love the water and
find the sound of it very soothing. I left the balcony door open when I was getting ready for
bed last night and that helped relax me after a very exciting day yesterday.” He paused to sip his coffee. “What about you?”
“I did, too,
actually,” Neil said. “That surprised me a bit since I often
have trouble sleeping in a new place. Even though the seas are quite calm, I could feel a
gentle rocking once I went to bed. I think that, combined with the alcohol we consumed at
dinner, helped put me to sleep quicker than usual.”
Matthew chuckled. “Yeah, I drank more than I normally do
yesterday. I’m gonna
need to behave myself on this trip.”
A waiter approached carrying a carafe and asked Neil
if he wanted coffee.
please,” he replied.
“Are you ready to order?” The waiter asked.
“I’d like the fresh fruit with
yogurt,” Matthew said. “And some wheat
toast, please. Do you have any peanut butter?”
“Yes sir, we
do. I’ll bring some with
“A man after
my own heart,” Neil said with a
laugh. “I love peanut
butter. I’ll have the
same for breakfast, please.”
I’ll be back shortly with
“It’s so nice to find
a fellow peanut butter lover,” Matthew said.
“I have a
confession,” Neil said, blushing a
little. “I may have
packed some single-serve containers in my checked luggage. But I completely forgot to bring
one with me this morning.”
chuckled. “And I wish I had thought of it.”
“Well, at least
they have some on board. And if they happen to run out before the end of the cruise,
I’ll share my stash with
The waiter returned a few minutes later with their
breakfast, refilled both coffee cups, and departed.
“Do you have
any plans for today?” Neil asked,
as he smeared peanut butter onto one of the toast slices.
thinking of walking around a bit and maybe figure out where things are.” Matthew answered. “I still can’t believe we’re on a cruise ship. I mean, everything is so large.
It’s nothing like I
exactly what you mean. I looked at some photos on the cruise line’s website and watched a
video, but it’s still so
much more than I expected.”
Neil sipped his coffee and continued. “I was planning on exploring a bit,
too. Maybe we could check things out together? Might keep us from getting too
“That’s a great
idea,” Matthew effused. “I gotta admit, it
seemed a bit overwhelming to try and discover things all on my own.”
remember correctly, before we left on this trip, we cruise virgins agreed to stick
together,” Neil smiled brightly. “We’ve got this.”
The thought of spending at least part of the day with
Matthew made everything seem a bit brighter.
About the Author
R.J. Peterson is a retired
graphic designer. He is an avid reader, preferably while sipping a vodka martini or bourbon
on the rocks. He’s had a long and varied career, including library page, car wash attendant,
travel agent, and graphic designer in the marijuana industry. He also worked in banking for
twenty-five years. He loves to travel and has been on 50+ cruises. When not on a cruise, he
and his husband live in New England.
He didn’t grow up thinking
he’d be a writer. That was never on his radar. Then a fateful day in January, 2021 changed it
all. He woke with a story stuck in his head and started typing. The more he types, the more
ideas he gets.
His debut novel, Love On The
Horizon, was published in May 2021.
Reckoning with the past just might destroy Grady and
Dawson’s plans for the future
Three deadly accidents that might have been magical
murder. A dark witch with a grudge against the King family. Federal agents with supernatural
abilities. And, as usual, Dawson and Grady are smack dab in the crosshairs of trouble even
they can’t outrun.
When Grady King’s brother Knox is targeted by shady
characters, old secrets, coverups, and lies come to light. Grady and his boyfriend Dawson
begin to question what really happened when Grady’s grandparents and Dawson’s parents
died. Then agents with the Tennessee Bureau of Supernatural Investigation show up
pursuing a different case, only to discover that the crimes appear to be connected, with a
vengeful dark witch at the center of the plot. And since monsters never sleep, Grady and
Dawson are still carrying out their duty to hunt dangerous paranormal creatures, restless
spirits, nefarious faeries, Civil War ghosts, creepy cryptids, and things that go bump in the
night. It’s all part of the centuries-old King family mandate to protect the people of
Cunanoon Mountain and Transylvania County, a mission Grady and Dawson are sworn to
But when it looks like something is hunting the people
Grady loves, it’s time to dig into the family’s painful past, uncovering dangerous details of
long-ago hunts against immortal creatures who never forget—or forgive.
Can they solve the mystery and figure out who’s behind the
deaths, or will they bear the deadly consequences of their hidden history? Reckoning with
the past just might destroy Grady and Dawson’s plans for the future and set loose a tide of
malicious magic that could sweep them all away.
Sins of the Fathers is a thrill-packed MM romance
adventure full of fast cars, outlaw country boys, snarky werewolves, vengeful ghosts,
menacing monsters, and a love that can’t be denied.
Book Title: No
Surrender—An MM Psychic Detective Romance Adventure
Release Date: April 20,
Genres: Urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, psychic
Tropes: Hurt/comfort, established relationship, learning to trust, grumpy-
sunshine, cold case, ghosts helping/interfering, lots of magic, wedding planning
Themes: Found family, loyalty, dealing with unresolved issues, putting the
past to rest
It is Book 5 in the Badlands
series but can be read as a standalone.
Cold cases, hot leads, a
psychic psychopath, a copycat killer, cursed objects, the trial of the century–and wedding
Psychic medium Simon Kincaide and sexy homicide
detective Vic D’Amato met hunting a supernatural serial killer. Since then, Simon has
become a police consultant on cases involving the paranormal, and Vic has gotten over his
doubts about Simon’s abilities being real. Along the way, they fell in love and got engaged.
But it seems like the danger never ends.
Now, the first case Simon and Vic worked together comes
back to haunt them as the killer goes to court and all hell breaks loose. The killer has a crazy
fan setting curses on key players in the upcoming trial. Ghosts from an old cold case suggest
that someone got away with murder. And a supernatural creature attracted to fear and
death is using the Grand Strand as its feeding ground. Simon and Vic feel like they’re waging
a war on all fronts, but with the stakes so high, there can be No Surrender!
No Surrender is a fast-paced thrill ride MM
paranormal romance packed with supernatural suspense, haunted tourist attractions,
monsters, visions, hot sex, hurt/comfort, loyal friends, wedding planning, found family,
ghosts galore, dark magic, and an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the
Book Title: Again: Fox
Hollow Zodiac Novel 2–MM Shifter Romance Suspense
Release Date: July 5,
Genres: Urban fantasy MM shifter romance suspense
Tropes: Shifters, one true pairing, reincarnation, fated mates, psychics,
magic, curses, hurt/comfort, found family,
Themes: Long-distance relationship, knowing you can depend on each
other, navigating a new relationship
It is book 2 in the Fox Hollow
Zodiac series. It is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger.
The fast, furry, and furious!
A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover
who’s not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that
The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a
cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who’s not just his fated
mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time.
Lynx shifter Noah Wilson narrowly escaped being captured
by the Huntsman. While recuperating in Fox Hollow, he meets his fated mate, wolf shifter
Noah has to return to Canada to finish filming his TV
projects, so he and Drew visit when they can and come up with creative solutions to their
long-distance relationship. Noah and Drew are sure they’re meant for each other and start
Drew’s dreams make him wonder if he and Noah are more
than fated mates—could they be a true pairing, destined to find each other lifetime after
Then Noah accidentally records a murder, and the killer is
on his trail. Can he elude a master tracker and reach the safety of Fox Hollow, or will he and
Drew have to wait to find happiness in another life?
Again is a thrill-packed MM shifter romance adventure full
of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, one true pairing, reincarnation, sincere psychics, hunky
mechanics, first responders, a sexy wildlife photographer, found family, and fated
book plus audio release
Book Title: The Devil
You Know: MM Supernatural Romance Adventure
Release Date: February 8,
Genres: MM romance, supernatural romance adventure, urban
Tropes: Hurt/comfort, friendship/partnership/lovers, found family,
second chance at love
Themes: Evolving established relationship, healing, learning to trust,
facing old fears
It is a standalone book and
does not end on a cliffhanger.
Seth and Evan met “on the job” when Evan was the
intended sacrifice of a dark coven, and Seth came to the rescue. Now, they’ve teamed up to
stop a century of ritual murders and get justice for Seth’s brother Jesse and the other
Seth and Evan have a plan to stop the next witch disciple,
plus new allies and magic. But this time, the warlock knows they’re coming, and he has plans
of his own. When Seth disappears and is trapped in a spell that gives him his heart’s desire,
can he free himself in time to help Evan?
And when Evan’s younger brother shows up unexpectedly,
can Evan trust Parker to have his back? It all comes down to trusting the devil you
The Devil You Know is a thrill-packed urban fantasy
MM paranormal romance with plenty of supernatural suspense, hurt/comfort, hot sex,
found family, and dark magic and features an evolving, established romantic relationship
with all the feels.
Book 5 – audio book release
Book Title: Blink: MM
Narrator: John Solo
Release Date: April 19, 2022
Genres: Paranormal/urban fantasy M/M Romance, action/adventure,
Tropes: Second chance love,
hurt/comfort, true soulmates, psychic, witches, ghosts, mobsters, resort town
Themes: Learning to trust, hurt/comfort, second chance love, established
It is part of series but could
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 new relationship.
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.
BOOK 6 – Audio release
Book Title: Huntsman
Narrator: John Solo
Length: 5 hours, 36
Release Date: August 23,
Genres: Urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, shifter romance, gay
Tropes: Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, learning to trust, second chance
at love, fated mates, small town romance, found family
Themes: Love conquers all, starting over
It is a standalone book and
does not end on a cliffhanger.
Huntsman is full of sexy
shifters, hurt/comfort, second chance love, sincere psychics, hot first responders, found
family and fated mates.
A grieving wolf. A hunted fox. Fated mates, thrown together
by chance, and the looming threat of a fabled Huntsman who might tear them apart
Fox shifter Liam Reynard is running from a killer. He uproots
his life to find sanctuary in Fox Hollow, deep in the Adirondack Forest in New York.
When his car breaks down, sexy wolf shifter Russ Lowe
comes to the rescue, and one touch makes it clear they’re fated mates. Neither man was
looking for love, and both are still mending from past heartbreak. When mysterious fires and
disappearances threaten Fox Hollow, Liam fears the killer is hot on his trail. Can he protect
the town and his fated mate from the evil hunting him, or will an ex-lover’s betrayal cost
Liam everything he loves?
Huntsman is full of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, second
chance love, sincere psychics, hot first responders, found family and fated
mates. Book One in the Fox Hollow: Zodiac series
…and these holiday favorites for Xmas and New
Book Title: Christmas at
Caynham Castle – Crewel Fate ~ Gail Z. Martin
Authors: Gail Z
Martin plus Jeanne Adams, Caren Crane, Seressia Glass, Donna MacMeans, Nancy
Northcott, Anna Sugden
Publisher: Rickety Bookshelf
Release Date: November
Romance—note—Gail’s story is MM paranormal romance. The others are
MF romance and MF romantic suspense
Tropes: Friends to lovers,
established relationship, enemies to lovers, second chance at love, paranormal romance,
Themes: Learning to trust,
found family, hurt/comfort, family secrets
These are seven individual
novellas all set at the same fictional castle/town and Christmas ball
And an ancient castle with adventure, mystery, ghosts and
romance in every corner.
Celebrate the Christmas season with seven authors,
each telling the story of the holiday at Caynham Castle in her own spectacular
Crewel Fate ~ Gail Z. Martin
When Teag Logan and his fiancé Anthony Benton travel to England to celebrate their
engagement, Teag’s magic and supernatural experience hone in on restless spirits, an old
scandal and century-old secrets that could turn deadly. Can Teag and Anthony solve the
mystery and settle the spooks before the Ball, or will more people join the ranks of the castle
Book Title: Ring in the
New at Caynham Castle
(Memory and Malice: A Badlands MM Psychic Detective
Romance by Morgan Brice )
Publisher: Rickety Bookshelf
Release Date: December 21,
Genre: Romance. Note – the Morgan Brice novella is MM paranormal romance. The rest are
MF romance/romantic suspense
Tropes: Friends to lovers,
established relationship, enemies to lovers, second chance at love, paranormal romance,
psychic, ghosts, historical mystery, gargoyles, witches, magic
Themes: Learning to trust,
found family, hurt/comfort, family secrets,
What better way to celebrate the new year than by
partying in an ancient castle, now a hotel, in a small English town? Join us in lifting a glass to
the holiday with these festive novellas:
Memory and Malice: A Badlands MM Psychic Detective Romance by Morgan Brice
Psychic medium Simon Kincaide and his fiancé, homicide detective Vic D’Amato, planned a
relaxing Christmas and New Year’s at Caynham Castle. But when Simon encounters a man
possessed by a malicious ghost, he fears that a spirit with an ancient grudge intends to
disrupt the holiday festivities. Can Simon and Vic prevent a disaster and protect the Earl, or
will a ghost from the past destroy the chance to ring in a bright new future?
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Mac is afraid he won’t
recover enough to go back to being a cop; Tony’s afraid that he will.
Three months after being injured, Detective Jared MacLean
is healing, but he’s afraid it may not be enough to go back on the job. He won’t give up,
though. Being a cop is written deep in Mac’s bones, and he’ll do whatever it takes to carry
his badge again. Tony used to wish he could have Mac safely home,
but watching his strong husband battle disabilities is far from Tony’s dream come true. When
Mac is asked to consult on a case involving one of Tony’s students, both men will have to
face old demons and new fears to find a way to move forward together.
(This is a lightly edited rerelease of the 2013 original,
bringing Mac and Tony to their HEA. – content warning for a domestic abuse case,
About the Author
I get asked about my name a
lot. It’s not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old
nickname, and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to
admit (*whispers – forty-five years*), although mostly for my own entertainment. I write
M/M romance, often with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi, paranormal… I also have
Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)
After decades of writing just
for fun, my husband convinced me I really should submit something, somewhere. My first
professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out in May 2011. I now have a good-sized
backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon
bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact.
A complete list with links can be found on my website “Books” page at https://kajeharper.com/books/.
Family inheritance or his
own passion… Can he have both?
Hunter’s life is turned upside down when he’s forced to
leave his ‘job of a lifetime’. When chance tosses him into the path of a very talented, and
handsome young nurse, his life takes on a new direction he never could’ve
Cam’s focus had shifted from pursuing his musical
passion to nursing. But a one-night stand quickly changes into so much more, especially
when that one-night stand ends up helping to run his late grandmother’s
resort. Career changes, inheritances, and a greedy
corporation all make it seem impossible for these two men to make it. But, on the slopes of
Colorado, they might just find love in the melody of the snow.
I walked into the bar and immediately laid eyes on one of the
most handsome men I’d ever seen. He was tall, though several inches shorter than me, and
had that slim swimmer’s build that made me thirst to touch him. The fact that I caught him
checking me out made me smile. Maybe tonight was showing promise after all.
I was about to walk over to him when the drag queen onstage
began taunting him. After others joined in on it, he climbed onto the stage and started
At first, I thought he had to be lip-syncing, because no way did
someone randomly sing that well.
Of course, the more I watched from my vantage point, a head
taller than most people at the bar, I realized it was actually his voice.
I sat and listened, mesmerized, as he ran through a full set of
songs. He was about to leave the stage when the crowd demanded more, and during the
pause in performing, I had enough sense to pull my phone out and record his final song.
As he began to sing Queen’s “Somebody to Love,” I
felt my heart beat a little quicker. I wanted to be his somebody to love. No, fuck that,
no. I needed to find somebody for the night, somebody to get my rocks off with, that
was it. Once I started working for my aunt, my next opportunity to get away would be… well,
probably too long to even think about.
I made my way toward the stage the moment he began the
final bars of the song, recording him on my phone as I went. I wanted to be the first person
he ran into as he came offstage, because I wanted him with all I had in me, especially after
hearing his sultry singing voice.
The energy between us sparked, and it only took him a
moment to agree to a hookup. When he snapped my picture and texted it to his friend, it
made me like him that much more.
As a deputy, how often had I advised college kids to do that
very thing? “Let someone know who you’re leaving with,” I’d imparted dozens of times. Even
in our small town, several lives could’ve been spared if the kids had abided by that simple
By the time he returned, I was beginning to salivate at the
thought of having this sexy man’s body wrapped around mine.
I wasn’t one for physical affection outside the bedroom, but
when he took my hand as we drove my rental to the hotel, I didn’t pull away. This guy felt
different, like more than just a quick fuck, although that’s all it could possibly be.
Soon I would be headed for the mountains, miles away from
Denver, in the height of winter. At best, I’d only get back here in the spring. More likely,
though, my aunt would have me working so many hours I’d be lucky to see Denver next
This was a one-night stand, but damn, I was going to enjoy
About the Author
Blake Allwood was born in
west TN, then moved to Kansas City MO after attending college in Lamoni, Iowa. He met his
husband in 1995 and they officially married in 2015, once gay marriage was legalized. In
2017, he and his husband sold their home, purchased an RV and began traveling the country
with their two dogs. Their travels provide the inspiration and settings for many of his
novels. Typically, Blake can be found relaxing in the RV or
by the fire with his laptop and their Jack Russell Terrier, Buddy, curled up between his legs
demanding attention. Denver, their Siberian Husky mix is often asleep at his feet or playing
tug of war with Blake’s husband.
Morgan loves three things; Books, women, and being
single. But when Grad school costs more than her rent, she needs to come up with a way to
make some money and fast. After a one-night stand with a beautiful woman, she wakes the
next morning in a hurry to make it to her interview as a live-in nanny.
Despite acing the interview, she has to pass one final test;
meeting the mother—who just so happens to be her one-night stand. They both decide to
call it a one-night thing and move forward, with Morgan becoming her son’s nanny.
As a divorced, single mom Lucy can get all the help she
needs. But as the mistletoe is hung and the stockings are filled, are sparks flying too? As Lucy
begins to fall for her son’s nanny, she shows her love in a series of her favorite books.
Counting down the 24 days of Christmas with Morgan, by trying to tell her how she feels,
worried she doesn’t feel the same.
Morgan devours each book, desperate to know if Lucy is
sending her a sign. But as Christmas approaches, will each woman get what they want? Or
will they be stuck out in the cold as the days of Morgan’s nannying contract are up?
About the Author
Shannon O’Connor is a twenty-something, bisexual, self-published poet of several books and
counting. She released her first novel, Electric Love in 2021 and is currently working on
several sapphic romance novels. She believes there is a lack of positive Female/Female
romances in the world, and wants to make them more accessible. She is often found in
coffee shops, probably writing about someone she shouldn’t be.
A lonely rock star who
walked away from everything.
What chance do they
have at love?
Ripped apart by life, Lich Reaper Grymington Daray is
drowning in sorrow. Each day, he strives to find the people responsible for killing his best
friend, and he wishes his own existence had more meaning. The last thing on Grymington’s
mind is finding the other half of his soul. While a loving family surrounds him, the coldness
growing in his heart keeps him separated from joy.
Decades ago, Devlin Nero ran away from the world. Being a
rock star was everything Devlin wanted, but it turned into a nightmare. Now, the enchanter-
human hybrid is living alone and surrounded by nothing but fading memories. Desperate for
happiness, Devlin makes his way to the Council of Sorcery and Shifters and winds up at a
sanctuary designed for freaks like him.
On a fateful day, Grymington and Devlin discover they are
mates. Sparks fly, and the two men venture forth to honor Fate’s choice for them. However,
Grymington is too lost and much too fearful to allow Devlin near his tattered soul. Devlin
wants love, but the Lich Reaper may not be able to offer it. If their confusing relationship
isn’t enough, they have pasts to reconcile, and the future will not wait. It will be up to
Grymington and Devlin to discover if they have a matebond worth saving.
“You still play and sing?” Grymington asked.
“Every day. Music is me, and I love composing words,
writing melodies, and crafting beautiful songs. But trust me…I don’t deserve to be standing
on a stage to cheers while I belt out a tune. My decision to leave my career wasn’t fair, and I
hurt people, including someone I loved. It ruined everything she worked for, and I still lack
the courage to do anything about it. That’s probably not the best thing to tell the person
you’re hoping to build a matebond with, but I’ve learned the value of honesty, and I won’t lie
to you about the kind of person I was or am.”
“I wasn’t resurrected yet in 1998 when you left, but I’m
going to download your music after I get home.”
“You’ll have to let me know what you think.”
“I will. I guess you don’t miss it,” Grymington said. His dog
ventured over to lie across his sneakered feet.
“Who wouldn’t miss having fans? I enjoyed that part, but
I’m good without having any of the rest of it in my life.”
“If you’re not a rock star, what are you going to do now that
you don’t have to hide?” Grymington asked.
Devlin shrugged. “I haven’t figured that out yet. I haven’t
been a D’Vaire that long, and now I have a matebond to focus on. I’m in no rush to decide
anything. Taking things a day at a time is far less intimidating than trying to structure my
“I do that too,” Grymington confided softly. “It is definitely
easier if I focus on a single day at a time.”
“I hope it’s one of many things we find we have in
They fell silent again, and Devlin studied the sexy man
sitting several feet away. There was something about Grymington’s pert nose and his perfect
heart-shaped mouth that brought out a visceral reaction from Devlin. Cute men had always
been his downfall, and Grymington had no match. The desire to taste Grymington was so
intense, Devlin went with instinct, though he acknowledged he was probably being led by
“I’d love to kiss you,” Devlin murmured.
Grymington’s pale citrine-colored gaze widened for a
second, then a rush of euphoria rushed through Devlin as the reaper scooted closer to him.
“I haven’t been kissed before,” Grymington offered
The grin Devlin gave him was wolfish. “I know.”
Because he had to touch those messy curls, Devlin lifted a
hand and tangled his fingers in the soft blond twists. Grymington titled his head so their eyes
met fully, and Devlin swore the faint smell of lilies bewitched him.
Since he was worried that the spell could break at any
moment, Devlin leaned forward and pressed his lips to Grymington’s. The reaper lacked
experience, but Grymington had initiative. Grymington’s mouth parted, and Devlin wasn’t
foolish enough to ignore the invitation. Their tongues touched, and Devlin nearly
His scent was elusive, but Grymington’s taste was
intoxicating. The way Grymington copied each thing Devlin did was a lovely reminder of his
innocence. It brought out a tender side of Devlin he hadn’t known existed as he carefully
explored Grymington. Devlin rested his free hand on Grymington’s waist and stifled the urge
to crush the reaper in his arms.
Ever so gently, Devlin coaxed Grymington into tipping his
head slightly, and it took their kiss to an entirely new level. With nothing but the simplest of
touches, Devlin grew hard, yet he was in no rush to devour Grymington. It would be an insult
not to savor him, and Devlin refused to squander such an opportunity.
Instead, Devlin used his many years of practice to please
Grymington. Devlin teased, tormented, and nibbled Grymington’s lips. When he finally lifted
his head, Devlin was outrageously pleased by the desire swimming in Grymington’s
“You’re a beautiful kisser, Grym,” Devlin murmured.
“Thank you, so are you,” Grymington replied. “I’d like to kiss
Since only a fool would tell Grymington no, Devlin smiled at
him and dove in for another taste.
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.
Asa might be the head
coach, but he’s a man first.
Coach Asa Dawson has fallen wildly in love only twice in his
life. First with football.
Then with Scott Callaway. But Scott isn’t just the one who got
away. He’s the one person—the one man—Asa hoped
might finally show him how all-consuming passion could be. Instead, fate (and football) intervened and they
never got the chance to explore their attraction. Their friendship ended in ruins, Scott left,
and Asa’s been torn between hating him and loving him for the last seven
years. Asa doesn’t think he’ll ever see him again, but
when his bad habits catch up to him and he doesn’t have a choice but to accept help, he’s
horrified—and exhilarated—to learn Scott’s been hired to assist him. With the final stretch of the Piranhas season falling
during the holidays, maybe what Asa and Scott have needed this whole time was a little
Christmas magic to remind them the most important job isn’t to win the season—but to
finally win each other’s hearts.
Scott’s hands were still
It was like being plugged back into a socket, after so
long without electricity, being in Asa’s presence again.
Since he’d gotten the call from Beau, he hadn’t really
let himself consider what it would mean. What it would feel like.
He’d only allowed himself the worry.
Asa was sick; he was struggling and in the goddamn
hospital. Beau had reassured him, more than once, that he’d be fine, that the doctors
weren’t particularly worried, they only wanted him to change his lifestyle.
Sleep more. Eat better. Work less.
That, Beau had said, was where he came in. He didn’t
know anyone else who’d be able to convince Asa to relax the reins.
Scott had agreed, because after how things had gone
seven years ago, how could he not? How could he not be there for Asa when he needed him,
more than anyone else?
But he didn’t tell Beau that he wouldn’t be able to
convince him of jack shit now.
Asa was, understandably, still pissed.
Scott couldn’t even blame him.
He was still pissed at himself.
He’d known the moment he landed in Washington
that it was all wrong, that he’d made a mistake, that instead of trying to be so fucking noble,
he should have just taken Asa’s hand and kissed him and learned how to be
No matter what that meant.
But he’d committed to leading Washington’s program,
and he’d done that, for six years.
Then a year ago, they’d let him go, and he’d gone
home, not to Tennessee, because Asa was still there, and the whole damn state didn’t feel
big enough for the two of them, but back home to Alabama, to the small town he’d lived in
before he’d gone to college.
“You alright?” Beau asked as they lingered at the
front of the conference room, the rest of the coaching staff taking their seats, grumbling all
It was deep into the season, it was the Monday after
a game, and they were all tired.
Scott remembered exactly how it had felt, on those
Mondays, even though he’d only ever coached in college, never in the NFL.
“Yeah, fine,” Scott said automatically.
He was not fine.
Not even remotely.
He’d thought . . . well, he didn’t know what he’d
thought, exactly. But he hadn’t imagined that he and Asa would meet again like this. He’d
imagined running into him—sorta, kinda, on purpose—on the Tennessee campus. He’d
imagined making things right.
The part of the imagining he’d purposefully forgotten
was that Asa was going to be justifiably pissed at him.
About the Author
A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with
her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just
as weird in Raleigh.
Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first
foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope
springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.
Getting involved with a
mafia don was a horrible idea. Falling in love with one was worse.
Detective Micah Hart wasn’t sure when his fairly safe,
predictable life became something more closely resembling a dumpster fire.
But if he had to pinpoint an exact moment, he would say it
was the first time he went undercover as a prostitute in an attempt to bait the notorious
serial killer that was stalking New York City’s streets – the media-dubbed Hooker
It’s when Damon Romano plows into his life, with his fierce
protective energy, and those thick thighs, and the bluest pair of eyes Micah has ever seen.
If only he wasn’t also a temperamental mafioso in charge of
running one of the city’s largest criminal empires.
Damon fixates on Micah, obsessing over feeding him and
making sure he always has a coat. He spoils him rotten with gifts and insists on taking Micah
on as his personal escort – a “boyfriend” to get his nagging sisters off his back.
It’s weirdly sweet, and Micah doesn’t know how he’s
become a soft spot in the ruthless man’s otherwise hardened exterior, but it would be a lie
to say he didn’t want even more: a
real relationship with Damon.
There was just one teensy, tiny problem with that.
Despite what Damon thinks, Micah isn’t actually a prostitute.
He’s a cop for the NYPD.
Pretty Policeman is an M/M billionaire mafia romance, sprinkled liberally with rom-
com elements, served with a side helping of sugar daddy kink and mistaken identity trope.
“Oh, you are, honey, and I don’t blame you. Those
shoulders go on for dayzzz.”
“I feel like you said that with a ‘z’. Possibly multiple of
“Oh, I did, sweet pea. And that ass. I have one word for it:
“You literally sound like you’re drooling. Are you sure you’re
not the one who’s been staring, Tessa?”
“Of course, I have been!” She didn’t sound the least bit
ashamed about it either. “Look at that gorgeous specimen of a man. If he’s not the offspring
of some Greek god’s bastard, I will chop off my right tit.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”
Even as he pretended to gag over his partner’s declaration,
however, Micah found his gaze – and attention – drifting back to the man they were
discussing: the supposed descendent of a Greek god.
He was tall, at least a couple of inches past six feet, and the
suit jacket he was wearing clung to the expanse of his impressively broad shoulders. Said
shoulders tapered off to form a trim waist, under which matching pinstripe pants gripped
onto thick thighs – which Micah hadn’t known he had a thing for until now.
Seriously, even from a distance, Micah knew those things
had to be ripped. The man’s entire body looked rock-solid. Micah couldn’t quite make out
any facial features, but if there was any justice in the world, the man must have had the
epitome of a butter-face.
Still, Micah could probably look past it, considering, as
Tessa had so eloquently put it: “that ass”.
“Micah,” Tessa hissed into his earpiece. (Speak of the devil.)
“I said to quit. You’re not even trying to hide your ogling now.”
“You also said to look,” he couldn’t help but point out, but
he obediently dropped his gaze to the ground, anyway. He was wearing a pair of shabby red
Converse. There were holes on the top of the right one where his toes threatened to peek
out, and the left had a loose outsole that liked to flap when he walked.
Not exactly his usual style, but it wasn’t like Micah had
picked them out himself. In fact, he hadn’t picked out any part of his current ensemble.
“I meant metaphorically. You’re in the middle of an
undercover operation. You can’t let yourself be distracted by every hottie that walks by; you
need to keep your wits about you.”
Okay, first of all, that wasn’t just any hottie. Secondly-
“You’re my handler,” he pointed out. “You need to keep
your wits about you.”
“Oh, you don’t worry about my wits, honey. I’m not the one
that’s thirsting after some babelicious stranger, completely ignoring the potential john
coming in at three o’clock.”
Micah tensed, subtly peeking in the direction she’d
Tessa was right.
A man dressed in a cheap suit was quickly approaching, the
graying hair near his temples and the deep-set wrinkles of his brow indicating he was
probably in his late forties or early fifties. His uneven gait and the stumble in his step meant
he was probably drunk.
Micah tried not to grimace as the man got closer and he
spotted the wedding band on his finger. The guy didn’t really fit the profile they’d come up
with for their perp – he was too old and looked to be married to boot.
Most likely, he was just another asshole going through a
midlife crisis – not the serial killer going around killing male prostitutes they were searching
Micah voiced his thoughts aloud, muttering lowly into the
mic hidden in his shirt – if the obscene, canary yellow crop top he was wearing could even
be considered a shirt. “I doubt he’s our guy, Tess. Too sloppy.”
“Probably not,” the woman agreed, “but you never know.
You of all people should know that looks can be deceiving. Let him pick you up. If nothing
else, you’ll be able to arrest him for solicitation.”
Resigning himself to do as she suggested, Micah let himself
sink into the brick wall he was lounging against near the mouth of an alley. He winced as the
brick scratched against his exposed lower back where his shirt didn’t quite cover the skin,
but he forced himself to school his expression as the man moved closer.
Honestly, he hadn’t expected to be picked up within the
first fifteen minutes of his shift.
Apparently, Mr. Midlife Crisis wasn’t one for small talk.
Which was unfortunate because Micah needed him to actually say the words. “How much
for what?” he asked.
“Don’t be coy, you little tart.” Micah fought the urge to
wrinkle his nose when the man took another step forward and the stench of alcohol hit him
straight in the face.
He wasn’t intimidated – or, at least, that was what he told
himself when arms braced themselves on either side of his head, effectively trapping Micah
against the brick wall. Sure, he didn’t have his Glock, but Tessa was watching out for him.
Not to mention the fact that he was well-versed in hand-to-hand if worse came to worst.
“$100,” Micah said, knowing he was highballing the man
even before his bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief.
“$100?” he repeated, scoffing. “For a loose hole like yours?
I’ll give you $50 if you can even make me bust my nut.”
Micah had planned on just wrangling the man’s hands
behind his back and arresting him as soon as he’d said enough to incriminate himself, but
now he was pissed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were asking after my mouth,”
he retorted. “If you want a piece of the filet mignon, the going rate’s 300 bucks.”
He heard Tessa sigh into his earpiece, and judging by the
dull thud that followed, could perfectly picture her banging her head against the steering
wheel of the undercover van she was parked in across the street.
“300 bucks?” Mr. Midlife Crisis sneered. “Who do you think
you are? Sluts like you are hardly worth the time it takes for you to get me off.”
“You’re the one who approached me, buddy,” Micah
reminded him. “Must be worth something.”
Admittedly, he wasn’t expecting for the guy to take him by
the hair, backpedal him into the alley, and smash his head against the wall. The hit wasn’t
hard enough to make his ears ring, but Micah’s eyes watered involuntarily when the man’s
grip on his hair tightened, and he leaned his face into his personal space. “How about this,
you little bitch? Since your ass is apparently off limits, why don’t you get on your knees so I
can show you how you ought to be treating your customers with that smart mouth?
Consider it a free lesson. If you manage to bring me to finish, I’ll even think about leaving a
Alright, play time was over.
This guy was more than just your typical drunkard looking
to pick up a hooker – he clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass whether Micah was willing to blow him
or not, he was going to make him. The fact that there were real people out there working
the streets and being treated this way – probably pretty regularly – made anger burn hot in
Micah’s gut. He was about to elbow the asshole in the throat and force him to his knees so
he could slap the zip ties he had hidden on his person for just this reason around his wrists
when Mr. Midlife Crisis was abruptly pulled off of him-
“Get your fucking hands off him!”
-and punched in the face by the man he and Tessa had
been ogling but five minutes earlier.
Micah watched, taken aback, as the Greek god lookalike
pulled back his fist and pummeled the man again. And again. His assaulter fell back onto his
ass after the third hit. He scrambled backward awkwardly, attempting to shield his bloody
face from more attacks while simultaneously doing the crab walk.
Micah may have laughed if he weren’t so stunned.
About the Author
Fifer Rose is a happily married
mother of four human children and two very spoiled cats.
When she is not wiping
snotty noses or being bullied into feeding her cats (again?!), she can be found obsessing
over M/M romance. She loves all the tropes, some of her favorite being enemies to lovers,
hurt/comfort, sugar daddy, and mistaken identity. She also has a penchant for A/B/O
While Fifer is a sucker for
angst, a happily-ever-after is a MUST in all she reads and writes.
Unrelated hobbies include
baking, attempting to golf (for her husband’s sake), and daydreaming about traveling.
(No actual traveling because did you see the part about four kids?)