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BOOK BLAST: “Runway Dreams” by T.K. Ambers. Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Runway Dreams: Prideful Vengeance

Author: T.K
Ambers

Publisher: Star Spirit
Adventures

Cover Artist:
Getcovers

Release Date: December 18,
2023

Genre: Murder Mystery with MM Romance

Tropes: Connect the Deaths, Never Suicide, & Everyone’s a
suspect.

Themes: Forgiveness, Family, Relationships, & Music.

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 78 671 words/ 275
pages

It’s part of a series, but this
book focuses on Alex and Matthew and can be read as a standalone.

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Music, murder, and
Pride, oh, my!

Blurb

To Alex Crimson, California means fun in the sun, but when
his favorite new LGBTQ+ pop idol goes missing, California marks the start of a deadly

nightmare.

As the disappearances continue, Alex fears the trail is
moving toward Tulsa. Could the killer be someone he knows? Thinking things can’t get any
worse, he unwittingly finds himself in the crosshairs of a friend’s volatile family
dispute.

Join the cast of Runway Dreams in this dark and
humorous murder mystery as they work to catch a serial killer, and avoid becoming the
victims of a friend’s lunatic brothers.

Excerpt

Alex saw Matthew coming up the aisle, and a pain gripped
his chest, sucking the air out of his lungs. Every hair on his body rose as he evaluated the
grim look on Matthew’s face.

“May I speak to you outside for a moment?” Matthew
whispered.

“Sure,” he replied. Somehow, he picked up his feet and
follow Matthew away from his guest’s prying eyes. “What’s going on?” he asked, forcing the
words out.

“Hector’s not here, Alex. We’ve checked the club, as well as
your house and his. He’s nowhere to be found.”

“Did you find any notes?” asked Alex.

“No.” Matthew could tell from the look on his friend’s face
that he was scared out of his mind. “Listen, I don’t want to think Hector would abandon you,
but this might simply be a case of wedding day nerves.”

Alex shook his head. “Simple. Is that what you think this is?
Nothing about this is simple, Matthew. We have one hundred guests sitting outside waiting
to witness our vows. We’ve spent a fortune on flowers, food, and cake. This is supposed to
be a happy reprieve from the depravity we’ve been pulled into over the past years,” said
Alex, his voice slowly rising, “and you’re telling me the man I’m in love with and due to
marry, this very day, has vanished just like his cousin, who turned up dead a day later! He
could be the killer’s next victim!”

Matthew raised his hand and said, “Calm down. I know it’s
easy to go into panic mode, but you mustn’t allow yourself to entertain the worst. We have
absolutely no information to go on except that he was supposed to marry you, and he didn’t
show up. I know it’s a terrible situation, no matter which way you view it, but we’ve got to
remain calm until we know what we’re dealing with. Maybe he’s stuck in traffic
somewhere?”

“Nooo!” shrieked Alex, his cheeks flushed as anger flashed
in his eyes. “This is unacceptable!” Dropping his head into his hands, his lip began to quiver.
“This is too much. Too freaking much. It’s bad enough I had to wear this cake-like makeup to
cover my heinous green and yellow eye, but now there won’t even be a wedding. I don’t
really care what you say, but go tell our guests they can enjoy some wine and canapes on
me. I don’t know what else to do.” The fight had been knocked out of him. “Send Hector’s
parents over. I’m sure they’ll want an explanation.” Matthew patted him on the back. “I’ll be
fine.” Pausing, he let out another deep sigh and added, “I hope.”

“I’m so sorry, Alex,” said Matthew. Turning away, he walked
back into the tent, noticing that Maddie had arrived and taken her seat, late as predicted.
Approaching Alex’s sisters, he said, “Ladies, I need you to keep calm, as I don’t want to scare
the guests, but Hector’s not here. I’ll deal with the guests if you’ll go console Alex.”

“Oh, no,” said Bell. “Do we know anything about what’s
happened to Hector?”

“No,” replied Matt. “I’m praying its cold feet or something
ridiculous slowing his arrival. You know how dramatic he can be. Anyway, I’m off to address
the guests. Wish me luck.”

“Okay, good luck,” said Bernie. “We’ll go take care of
Alex.”

Moving on, Matthew walked up to the microphone and
tapped on it. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid there will be no wedding today due to
unforeseen circumstances that must be dealt with. Alex and Hector will get back to you as
soon as they know when the wedding will take place. In the meantime, help yourselves to a
glass of sparkling wine and some canapes before you go. Thank you, and best wishes to you
all.” Turning off the microphone, he waved Hector’s parents to follow and headed back to
where the siblings were furiously discussing every possible scenario Hector might have
gotten into.

“What if he was in a car wreck and he’s in the hospital?”
asked Bell. “That isn’t far from what happened to me when Martin had me run off the
road.”

“I doubt it,” said Matthew, “but I’ll notify Thompson and
Wells and have the local hospitals checked immediately.”

As the siblings continued their discussion, Hector’s parents
walked over to them. “What’s happened?” asked Hector’s mother. “Where’s my son?” She
used all her strength to squeeze her husband’s hand.

“We’re not sure,” replied Matthew, “but I know Thompson
and Wells won’t stop looking until they find him.”

About the Author

T.K. Ambers is the award-
winning author of Runway Dreams A Pricey Affair. Her novel has been recognized in four
award competitions and took second place in the Pencraft Awards, Women’s Fiction
category.

Her love of reading and
writing spans several genres, but she loves comedy, thrillers, and paranormal. Most of her
work contains a comedic element.

She lives in New Richmond,
Wisconsin, with her husband and two cats, Bellatrix and Kit. She would spend her perfect
day lakeside, where she would swim, play games, and then wind down with a bonfire,
s’mores, and stories told by family and friends.

T.K. has a love for nature,
travel, photography, concerts, off-roading, and hiking (preferably to waterfalls). She also
holds a special place in her heart for her father’s band, 40 Fingers. She enjoys dancing to
their music.

She lives by the belief that life
is short and every day is its own adventure and should be treated as such.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “D.B. and Me” by Rob Rosen.

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Book Title: D.B. and
Me

Publisher: JMS
Books

Cover Artist: Rob
Rosen

Release Date: January 20,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, true crime, suspense, mystery

Tropes: Age gap, first
love

Themes: First time love, second
chances, reconciliation

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 57 000
words

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

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In the gripping tale of
D.B. and Me, the enigmatic hijacker, D.B. Cooper, parachutes into the unknown with
$200,000 in ransom money, but little does he know that his daring escape is just the
beginning of an unforeseen journey filled with mystery, suspense, and steamy
romance.

Blurb

In the gripping tale of D.B. and Me, the enigmatic hijacker, D.B.
Cooper, parachutes into the unknown with $200,000 in ransom money, but little does he
know that his daring escape is just the beginning of an unforeseen journey filled with
mystery, suspense, and steamy romance.

D.B., now Tim, finds himself along the banks of the
Columbia River attempting to fade into the shadows. However, fate has other plans when he
encounters Adam, a charismatic stranger who’s also in hiding. The air becomes charged with
anticipation as the two men become entangled in a mysterious dance, each harboring
secrets that could shatter the fragile equilibrium they’ve quickly established.

Tim’s initial plans to vanish into the vast expanse of Canada
are abruptly put on hold as the magnetic pull of Adam draws him into a world where passion
and danger collide. As their connection deepens while they wander through the snow-
covered forests of the Pacific Northwest, so does the labyrinth of unanswered questions
surrounding their pasts. The suspense thickens with every stolen glance, every shared
secret, as Tim and Adam navigate a love affair shadowed by the lingering echoes of several
daring crimes, all against the backdrop of the Vietnam War.

As the story unfolds, readers are taken on a heart-pounding
journey through a landscape of intrigue, where the line between right and wrong blurs, and
the boundaries of love are tested. Will Tim’s past catch up with him, will Adam’s, or will they
find a way to rewrite the narrative that destiny has penned for them?

D.B. and Me
is a riveting exploration of love in the face of danger, a tale where passion and suspense
interweave, leaving readers breathless and eagerly turning each page to unravel the secrets
hidden within the folds of this captivating romance. Will Tim find redemption or be
swallowed by the sadness of his past? And what about Adam and his troubled family and the
ever-nagging reminders of a horrible war that still plague him? Dive into the depths of
mystery and desire in this thrilling novel that will keep you on the edge until the very
end.

Excerpt

I could hear the door kick in, could hear the rush of them as
they swarmed the house. “Move,” I whispered to him.

“Move?”

I grabbed his hand again. This time when we crawled, we
didn’t have a choice. If they came with dogs, we were screwed. For now, we had a fighting
chance. It was dark as pitch beneath the house, but there was only one way to go:
away.

A minute went by, two. No one was following us. The
sounds of the police began to fade, though I could still hear them inside the house. Sounded
like they were searching for something. The pounding in my chest continued. “Where are we
Adam?” I heard from behind me.

I stopped crawling. “Better question, are the police here for
you or for me?”

There was the slightest of pauses. “Why you?” he
whispered.

“Why you?” I whispered back.

He chuckled. All in all, not perfect timing. “I sure do know
how to pick ‘em.”

I kept crawling. “To be fair, I found you.”

“To be fair,” he replied, “I chose to stay.” He sighed. “It was
the old man in the store. Had to be.”

We came to the end of the road. Or at least the end of the
tunnel. I’d say we were about five hundred feet or so away from the house and deeper in the
woods. The tunnel was maybe two feet high and three feet wide. There were clothes
stashed there, a couple of jackets, some money, bullets. This was my emergency tunnel. This
was clearly my emergency. Or his. Either way, we were now both being chased.

I handed him the clothes in the dark. We got dressed and I
pocketed the cash in my wallet, my wallet in my pants. I handed him his wallet. I shoved the
gun in the backpack. We again listened for the police. By then, all I could hear was our heavy
breathing.

“So,” he said.

“So?”

He tapped my shoulder. “You know how you asked me if I
ever had a boyfriend?”

I grinned. The tunnel smelled like earth, but I could still
detect the slightest scent of Tim. “You think now is a good time to revisit that
conversation?”

I could hear him moving around behind me. I could hear
the backpack scraping the tunnel’s walls. I heard it hit the ground. I heard him rummaging
around inside it just before I saw another beam of light. Thankfully, it was his, a flashlight lit
for me to see, the light now illuminating our dirtied, sweaty faces.

“You look like shit,” I said.

“I don’t feel a hell of a lot better,” he replied. “Will you be
my boyfriend, Adam?”

I laughed as quietly as was possible. “I think this might be
your oddest segue yet, Tim,” I told him. “The police are chasing one of us. We’re in a tunnel
in the woods in the middle of the night. This is not what I would consider a romantic
setting.”

He shook his head. He reached up and wiped the matted
hair from my face. “Yeah, but will you be my boyfriend, just the same?”

I sighed. “Tim,” I said. “I’d have sex you right now if you
asked me. I’d do anything you asked me, in fact. Ours, I would say, does not seem like a
healthy relationship. So, yeah, that’s a yes.” I blinked. “There a reason for all this?”

He nodded. “I need to show you something, but I wanted to
make sure it was safe to show you.”

“And,” I said, “you figured it would be safer if we were
boyfriends?”

His nod turned shrug. “Sounded better in my head, but
yes.” He leaned in, kissed me, kissed me again. “Plus,” he said, still panting from our recent
exertion, “if I were to die, say in the next few minutes or so, at least I had that. With
you.”

“I don’t think we’re going to die in the next few minutes,” I
told him. “If they had found the tunnel, we would’ve known about it already. Pretty well
hidden. You gotta know exactly where to look.”

“Or listen,” he said. “Because that does explain the
groaning I’d so recently heard when I sat in that chair you moved out of the way before we
ducked and covered.”

“Old house,” I said. “Groans everywhere. Besides, why even
look for a hidden tunnel in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Seems to me, it’s not the first
thought that would come to mind.” Which is why I built it in the first place. Apart from the
obvious reason: escape.

“Still.”

It was my turn to lean in and kiss him, then kiss him again.
Too bad the tunnel was so narrow, or I could’ve seriously had some fun him. Instead, I said,
“Okay, point taken. In any case, for now, we are still alive and newly minted boyfriends, so,
care to show me whatever it was you were going to show me?”

“Why are the police chasing you, Adam?”

“I killed a man,” I told him after the briefest of pauses. Felt
good to tell him. Felt good to say it out loud. My belly unknotted, if only by a hair.

“You killed seventeen men,” he replied.

I shook my head. “I killed the eighteenth after those. And
here. In the United States, I mean. And why are the police chasing you?”

With his free hand, he reached inside the backpack. When
the hand reemerged, it was clenched around a thick stack of bills. I peeked inside the
backpack, and all I saw was green. The forest around us quaked in apparent envy.

“I hijacked a plane,” he said.

About the Author

Multi-award-winning and
best-selling author/editor/anthologist Rob Rosen is the author of Sparkle: The Queerest
Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas, Hot Lava, Southern Fried, Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens
of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort, Fate, Midlife Crisis, Fierce, And God Belched, Mary,
Queen of Scotch, Ted of the d’Urbervilles, Sort of Dead, Genie in a Vodka Bottle, Bobby Ray
Breaks the Universe, and D.B. and Me. His short stories have appeared in more than 200
anthologies. You can read some of his best ones in Short Spurts, Short Spurts 2, and Short
Spurts 3. He is also the editor of Lust in Time: Erotic Romance Through the Ages, Men of the
Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015 and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1, 2, 3 and
4.

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NEW RELEASE: “Crushed Ice” by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Crushed
Ice

Author: Ashlyn Kane &
Morgan James

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: L.C.
Chase

Release Date: February 6,
2023

Genre: Contemporary MM Sports Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers,
teammates to lovers, rookie/veteran, age gap, workaholic/slacker

Themes: Coming of age,
learning to accept and ask for help, self-acceptance, independence, pressure on professional
athletes, injury, romantic comedy

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 99 844 words/ 302
pages

This is a part of the
Hockey Ever After series, but all the books in the series can be read as standalones.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Defensemen can score
too.

 

Blurb

When Liam Belanger gets a professional tryout with the
Miami Caimans, he’s hoping to land a roster spot that’ll keep him from bussing tables. If he
can make the team and score a tryout in bed with Russ Lyons, the veteran defenseman
who’s appointed himself Liam’s mentor, that would be the icing on the sweet hockey
cake.

Living life by a strict set of rules has worked out well for
Russ. He has a great career, great friends, and a great family, even if they do keep setting him
up with hometown honey traps. But he can’t stop time, and now, despite all his planning,
he’s looking at his last year with the Caimans before the uncertainty of free agency. Maybe
that’s why he finds sunny, free-spirited Liam so attractive.

He’s still not going to sleep with his rookie.

Probably.

Liam starts the season in the minors, but it’s not long
before he gets a shot at the Big Show. His year is shaping up to be a dream come true—even
before Russ picks up on Liam’s passes and proves defensemen can score too.

 

Excerpt

The last time they ran through the set play, Yeti dumped
Liam on his ass. Baller and Jonesy hooted with laughter as Liam’s gloves and stick went yard-
saling over the ice.

Typical way to welcome a new defenseman. Russ snowed to
a stop next to his temporary partner. “How you doing down there?”

Liam muttered a handful of French-Canadian expletives. He
reached up with a bare hand and Russ hauled him to a sitting position. “I feel like I got hit by
a truck.”

“Yeti’ll do that to you. You good?”

Liam shook his head. “I’m good.” He got to his feet. “Jesus.
How much does he weigh?”

“Significantly more when he’s moving that fast.” Russ
clapped Liam’s shoulder as they skated off to let the next groups practice. They were done
for now, so he had time to give Liam a little more feedback. “That’s something you’ll have to
get used to.”

“What?” Liam pulled himself up on the half boards.

“Checking.” When Liam looked at him, Russ elaborated,
“You flinch.”

Liam’s mouth dropped open. “I do not!”

“Twenty bucks says the video review shows otherwise.”
Russ had seen it before with guys who came up through the college system, which focused
on speed over hits, since they wanted their players to keep their brains unscrambled long
enough to graduate. “It’s fine. You’re not the first. You’re going to have to work on it,
though.”

“Not a lot of guys in college are Yeti-sized.” Liam’s mouth
twisted into a wry smile, but he seemed genuinely upset, like the root of the problem
bothered him.

Russ snorted. “Not a lot of guys in the NHL are either. Or
outside of it.” Yeti was six foot nine and built like a linebacker. “Are you trying to bulk up for
the season?”

“Was that a hint?” Liam grabbed his water bottle from the
bench and waggled it. The joker was still there, but Russ was pretty sure he meant the
question. “Think I should fill one of these with Ensure or something?”

God.
“That’s one way to make sure no one ever steals your drink.”

“Seriously, though.” Liam put the bottle down. There was a
smudge of blue at the corner of his mouth. “Do you think I’m too skinny?”

Russ must’ve given him a look that broadcast his thoughts,
because Liam rolled his eyes and amended, still more than half serious, “For
hockey. I’m not asking you to compliment my figure. I know I’m hot.”

“I think you’re a kid.” At that age Russ could’ve eaten his
body weight in M&M’s and barely gained a pound. “Putting on weight at your age when
you burn calories like we do isn’t easy. But you could work with the trainers on some
exercises that’ll help you stay upright when someone his size hits you. Or when you hit
them.”

Liam made a sad noise. “I always used to think those videos
were funny. You know, tiny forward tries to check an absolute monster like Mikhail
Kipriyanov, then ends up on his ass.”

“You’re going to be one of those videos,” Russ assured him.
Maybe he shouldn’t inflate the kid’s hopes, but if he did his time in the AHL, he’d make it. It
wouldn’t take long.

Liam straightened his shoulders like that was a great
compliment. “I’m going to be one of those videos.” He shook his head and more of his usual
humor returned. “I’m not even tiny. Just tiny compared to him.” He looked sideways at Russ
and his voice dropped and took on a suggestive tone. “And you. You’re big. What do you
eat?”

Russ glanced over and found Liam watching him with
trouble written all over his face.

Surely he couldn’t be serious. He didn’t even know Russ
was gay.

Which meant he was being a little shit. Russ shouldn’t
encourage him, but he couldn’t let him get away with thinking he had the last word either.
“Anything within range.”

This kid’s sass was going to cost him so much money if he
officially joined the team. He hopped off the boards again and leaned close enough to put
himself directly into Russ’s space. “Sounds like you have a pretty healthy appetite.”

Good grief. Russ had to laugh, because there was no
way Liam was trying to pick him up with a game that bad. “Do these lines really work for
you?”

Undaunted, Liam grinned and cocked his hip so his ass
stuck out. “Don’t usually need ’em.”

Between Liam’s body, the slight dimple in his cheek, and
the unruly curls, Russ could see why, but he wasn’t going to pump his tires. “Well, kid,
welcome to the Big Show. Get used to putting in another level of effort.”

Then he skated off to the next drill before Liam could
decide he should start putting in that effort now.

 

 

About the Authors

Ashlyn Kane likes to think she
can do it all, but her follow-through often proves her undoing. Her house is as full of half-
finished projects as her writing folder. With the help of her ADHD meds, she gets by.


An early reader and talker, Ashlyn has always had a
flair for language and storytelling. As an eight-year-old, she attended her first writers’
workshop. As a teenager, she won an amateur poetry competition. As an adult, she received
a starred review in Publishers
Weekly for her novel Fake Dating the Prince. There were quite a few years in the middle there, but who’s counting?

Her hobbies include DIY home decor, container
gardening (no pulling weeds), music, and spending time with her enormous chocolate
lapdog. She is the fortunate wife of a wonderful man, the daughter of two sets of great
parents, and the proud older sister/sister-in-law of the world’s biggest nerds.

Morgan James is a clueless
(older) millennial who’s still trying to figure out what they’ll be when they grow up and
enjoying the journey to get there. Now, with a couple of degrees, a few stints in Europe, and
more than one false start to a career, they eagerly wait to see what’s next. James started
writing fiction before they could spell and wrote their first (unpublished) novel in middle
school. They haven’t stopped writing since. Geek, artist, archer, and fanatic, Morgan tends to
pass their free hours with in imaginary worlds and people on pages and screens—it’s an
addiction. As is their love of coffee and tea. They live in Canada with their massive collection
of unread books, where they are the personal servant of too many four-legged
creatures.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “Skin and Bones” by Sophia Soames

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: SKIN and
BONES (London Love)

Author and Publisher: Sophia
Soames

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: January 31,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Grumpy/Sunshine

Themes: Eating disorder, domestic violence, hotel setting.

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 92 000 words

SKIN AND BONES is best enjoyed if read after
TASTE.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Hugo Burrows has life under control.

He’s got a decent job, a long-term relationship and
a flat in Canary Wharf.

It’s all under control. It’s just becoming a little
problematic trying to hold everything together. Keeping the bruises on his skin hidden away.
A smile plastered on his face. Controlling the calories he allows his body to consume. And
now his boss is on his back with too many questions, and the grumpy French head chef
keeps staring at him like he’s a freak or something.


Everything is under control. It has to
be.

Ben Desjardins may be the Head Chef at the Clouds
Hotel but he definitely hasn’t got anything under control. His relationship with his best
friend is crumbling and simply turning up for work seems to automatically cause never
ending chaotic disasters. Yet there is something about the new concierge that has crawled
straight under his prickly skin.

Ben doesn’t need more complications in his life.
The last thing he needs is to inconveniently, and reluctantly… fall in love.

SKIN AND BONES is best enjoyed if read after
TASTE.

Reader Advisory. This book
contains the following topics: Eating disorders, OCD, domestic violence and sexual assault.
Please look after yourself and take care if these topics could upset you.

Excerpt

So, the new concierge, his name was Hugo, and he was tall and
skinny—far too skinny if you asked me—with a head full of bouncy blonde curls, thick, dark
eyebrows over deep-set eyes, sharp cheekbones and plump, puffy lips. He seemed like a
nice bloke, stood up for himself. Finn moaned about him, saying something about the guy
being great at his job but an untidy bugger. The floor around his desk was always a disaster
zone of scrunched-up pieces of paper and torn-up leaflets. Finn wasn’t wrong. I could see
stuff on the floor from where I was, while Hugo gave directions to some guests, arms flailing,
his phone miraculously still pinched between his cheek and his shoulder. He smiled at
something. I smiled too. He had that kind of smile.

Dropping my cigarette on the ground, I squashed out the
embers with my shoe. So sue me. I was French. Had grown up there, then moved to England
with my mum in my teens and had to adapt to being Ben instead of Benjamin after my
arsehole dad kicked us out. I didn’t take shit from anyone.

It hadn’t been bad. Just…my life hadn’t become quite what I’d
expected.

I strode back through the lobby with confidence, smiling
politely at our maître d’hôtel, who pursed their lips at me. Yeah, I was a dick. I had tomato
juice down my front, and my apron was covered in cooking fat. I looked a state and shouldn’t
be anywhere near paying guests. I knew it. Mabel knew it. I actually liked them. A lot. Today,
our super-efficient restaurant leader rocked a shocking-pink dress and sky-high heels with a
face full of make-up. Some days, they presented as a stunning bloke, other days, like today,
they wouldn’t look out of place on the cover of a women’s fashion magazine, and they knew
it too.

“Looking good, Mabs.”

“Oh shut it, Ben.” They grinned and blushed while giving me a
full head-to-toe inspection. “You really need to go change, babes. Honestly, you’ll give Mark
a heart attack.”

“You mean I look that good?” I laughed, enjoying another of
Mabel’s many smirks.

“You look like shit, babes. How are you ever going to get laid
when you walk around looking like someone has dragged you face down through the walk-in
fridge?”

“Bah,” I huffed and left them to it. I washed my hands and
ripped off my apron, dropping it in the laundry chute and grabbing a fresh one from the
shelf before glancing over the line. All under control. Nobody panicking.

“Watch the liquid,” I commented to one of the trainees as they
flipped a tray of mushrooms into a serving dish and splattered juice all over the hot plate.
Yeah. Newbies. They had to learn, usually the hard way, and there wasn’t much I could do
other than show them how to do it the right way, remind them to watch the bloody timings,
let them make mistakes and hope they didn’t kill themselves in the process.

I looked down at my own battered hands. I had too many scars
to count. Cuts, burns. My hands had survived years of being battered on the rugby pitch,
which was nothing compared to getting fingers stuck in blenders and close encounters with
sharp knives.

I blamed my mum, getting me into cooking when my hand-eye
coordination had been blasted to hell. I had to concentrate, not be stressed, keep focused
for my mind to function the way it was supposed to, not that it ever did, and this was a
working kitchen. My entire shift was always one huge, stress-induced, disaster-prone
trial.

“You all right?” Mark appeared next to me in his immaculate
suit, his hair up in a tidy man-bun and eyebrows tightly knitted. Arms crossed, he surveyed
our little world. Him and me, we were brothers, partners in crime, a duo of idiots who
should have known better, but we worked well together, and there was nowhere else I
would rather work than here with him by my side.

“All good,” I said, mirroring his pose.

“The boys out there,” he said conspiratorially. “They’re placing
bets on who can get a hook-up with Hugo. There’s good money involved.”

“Hell.” I sighed, rolled my eyes harder than Mabel. “He gay
then?”

“I went over and asked him. He just laughed, so yeah. Between
you and me, he lives with his long-term boyfriend down in Canary Wharf, so I think all the
boys are barking up a dead tree, but I’m not going to tell them. Are you?”

“Nah.” I laughed. I wasn’t. As long as they did their job and
made my food look good, I wasn’t getting involved with anything. And anyway, this Hugo?
None of my business.

Rolling up my sleeves, I plonked my arse down by my little
office set-up and logged into the laptop. I had orders to sign off, menus to plan, things to do.
A life to live. Mark shook his head and disappeared back out to the restaurant.

This Hugo? God help him.

About the Author

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

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

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

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

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NEW RELEASE: “Game On” by Amy Aislin

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Game
On

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: LC
Chase

Release Date: January 30,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M hockey romance

Tropes: Roommates, forced proximity, hockey, slow burn

Themes: taking risks, trusting yourself

Length: 69 000 words / 275
pages

Heat Rating: 3 flames

It’s book three in the
Vancouver Orcas trilogy, but can be read on its own.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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When he broke off his engagement to his team captain’s

brother the day before their wedding, Jamie Jamieson swore he’d never get involved with
anyone associated with a teammate again. Getting traded to the Orcas is a chance at a fresh
start, but one glance at his new housemate, and Jamie knows he’s in way over his head.


Dorian is his new coach’s cousin. And his team’s
social media coordinator. And his housemate.

It’s the trifecta of bad ideas.

Dorian Shore doesn’t do hockey. He’s lived by that rule for
years, ever since a season playing as a kid left him with emotional scars. But his new
housemate—a big, buff, beautiful athlete who gets under his skin—makes him seriously
consider doing a hockey player.

It’s not a good idea.

They live together.

They work together.

When the sparks between them ignite, will it be game on or
game over?

 

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It was Jamie’s own bad luck that Dorian looked like a
walking, talking version of his every wet dream. He was tall—more or less Jamie’s own
height of six two—and slender but toned, with a pointed chin and a small nose. His skin was
winter pale, several shades lighter than Jamie’s more naturally tan tones, and it contrasted
sharply with the two days’ worth of stubble on his jaw and upper lip and the rich brown hair
that looked thick enough for Jamie to grab onto.

Gulp.

“Where’s the rest of your stuff?” Dorian peered around
him. “Still in the car?”

“Nah, this is it,” Jamie said, forcing his mind back on track.
“I’ll head back to Charlotte at the end of the season for the rest of it and have it shipped to a
storage unit so I don’t clutter up your home.” Assuming Jamie hadn’t found a place to live by
then.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got the space. We can store
your stuff in the basement.”

“I thought you were putting Jamieson in the basement,”
Coach piped in, arms crossed over his chest. With his height, thick beard, and broad
shoulders, it made him look imposing as fuck.

“There’s no bed down there,” Dorian said.

“You could’ve gotten one.”

“Uh, I’d really rather have a bedroom than a basement,”
Jamie interjected, picturing a lone bed among exposed pipes, insulation, and spiders. The
stuff a kid’s nightmares were made of.

“Oh, it’s finished,” Dorian said, waving a hand. “There are
three bedrooms down there, as well as a full kitchen and a separate entrance.”

Three bedrooms? In the basement?

“Exactly,” Coach said. “Had you put a bed in one of the
rooms, Jamieson would’ve had his own apartment.”

Dorian crossed his arms over his chest, matching Coach’s
posture, and glared, his eyes going all fiery. “Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? You’re the
one who said you didn’t want him in a sterile apartment. Trust me, my basement is very
fucking sterile.”

Jamie had just come from a team where he’d been treated
like a pariah after his breakup with the team captain’s brother, and now he had two men
arguing over what would make him most comfortable.

He didn’t quite swallow a laugh. His aborted chuckle drew
the gaze of both men.

Rolling his eyes, Dorian huffed a breath. “You’re right. We’re
being stupid.”

Now Jamie laughed outright. “I didn’t say
anything.”

“Your face said it all.”

Well. That was probably true.

 

 

About the Author

Amy’s lived with her head in
the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages
means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade
when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates
eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She
writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the
planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.

An unapologetic introvert,
Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with
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COVER REVEAL: “Touched by Destiny” by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Touched by
Destiny (Arcane Havoc #1)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: February 8,
2024

Genres: MM Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 97 000
words

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

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Without risk, finding a
soulmate is impossible.

But Gabriel and Eric
quickly discover that the first step was the easiest.

 

Blurb

Gabriel Wolfebrier believes his honor is forever tarnished.
For the first fifteen years of his resurrected life, he did whatever his necromancer told him.
They were friends. Family. So, Gabriel asked no questions as he helped bury dead sorcerers
he was told were enemies. Too late, Gabriel learns he’s been duped. But somehow, he is
offered a second chance.

Born with the mark of a skull on his hand, Eric Marwood

has special talents. Unlike other necromancers, he can speak to the dead and help them find
their way home. He is dedicated to two things—nurturing his skills and dreaming of a life
with Gabriel. But not everyone reveres his gifts, and destiny-touched men and women like
him are hunted.

The Marwoods consider Gabriel one of their own, but his
past is a heavy burden he cannot forget. Which is why it annoys him each time he notices
how beautiful Eric is or how much fun they have together aiding ghosts.

Sex is the only way to find a soulmate in their world, and
Eric is determined to seduce Gabriel. As for Gabriel, he is desperate to ignore his own urges.
Life has a funny way of changing in an instant, and neither man truly knows what the future
holds.

 

Excerpt

Eric nodded at his brother, and his eyes locked with
Gabriel’s. There was too much distance between them to gauge the necromancer’s
thoughts. That full mouth painted a glossy pink curved, and something inside of Gabriel
snapped. Gone was the cautious voice demanding he steer clear of his lust and adoration of
the man sinuously walking toward him. His blood thundered in his ears as he grew harder.
His thoughts grew reckless, and he wondered—envisaged—what it would be like to take
Eric.

What did he have left to lose? Would Gabriel go to the
grave without one taste of him?

“Gabriel,” Eric said as he stopped in front of him with mere
inches separating them.

Too consumed with lust to even find his tongue to speak,
Gabriel gave a brief nod of his head to let Eric know he’d heard him. Those dreamy blue eyes
were dark with need, and Gabriel’s cock jerked in response.

“Can I speak with you privately?” Eric asked, his voice no
more than a raspy whisper.

It was an invitation. Gabriel was under no illusion about
Eric’s intent. He’d declared it a night to toss away his inhibitions, and for some reason, he’d
chosen Gabriel as the target for his desires. He knew he shouldn’t accept. If he were smart,
Gabriel would insist Eric return to the dance floor. But Gabriel was apparently short on
intelligence because he held out his hand instead. The other guards would figure out where
they were going and likely why, but they were paid to be discreet.

As soon as Eric slid his warm palm into Gabriel’s, they left
the private club at a fast clip. There were plenty of other inspirits around to ensure Richard
and Maribeth were protected, so Gabriel didn’t worry about the other young Marwoods. His
sole focus was on Eric and how fabulously his lanky frame was showcased in his tank and
those pants highlighting the delicious curve of his pert ass.

“Where are we going?” Gabriel asked huskily.

Eric tugged a hotel key out of his pocket and handed it to
him. A quick glance told Gabriel it was for a room on the first floor. They wouldn’t have to
find an elevator, and Gabriel refused to give himself a moment to contemplate the stupid
decision he was making. But as he unlocked the door and shut himself and Eric into the
quiet space, he acknowledged that he’d been waiting years for this moment.

Gabriel reached for him, and suddenly there was a horny
necromancer plastered to his front. Their mouths met, and Eric’s kiss was charmingly clumsy.
He tasted of strawberries. Gabriel mused that those pretty boys he’d dated hadn’t had a clue
how to please him. With a little gentle coaxing of his tongue, Eric relaxed, and their embrace
grew languid and impossibly hot.

Clutching Eric’s round ass, Gabriel intended to give him an
experience the necromancer would never forget. Long after Gabriel was dead and buried, he
wanted Eric to recall his first night of passion. Gabriel shifted so his dick rubbed against Eric’s
length. Eric groaned and tore his lips free to gasp loudly.

Taking advantage of his exposed neck, Gabriel sucked at
Eric’s tender skin. His thoughts grew darker as he worked a hand between them to find Eric’s
zipper, and he hoped none of Eric’s future trysts would compare to the passion exploding
between them. No one had ever pushed Gabriel so close to the edge with such little
effort.

A few sexy kisses, a couple of moans, and Gabriel’s balls
were ready to empty. The last thing he wanted was to give either of them any time to think
or put any space between them, but Gabriel shoved Eric away long enough to rip the tank
top over his head. The smooth skin of his hairless chest was damp with sweat from dancing
and the desire building between them.

Gabriel trailed his fingers down between Eric’s pectorals,
and the muscles of his belly jumped as Gabriel moved lower. Shoving Eric’s pants over his
hips revealed a small scrap of black that served as his underwear. The tip of his ruddy cock
had defied the waistband, and Gabriel’s mouth watered with anticipation of his
taste.

 

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over forty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, Jessamyn eagerly crafts new tales and avidly re-reads them
whenever her schedule allows. Jessamyn shares a home in Nevada with her husband and
their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her thick stack of
beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

 

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SERIES TOUR: “The Felides Clan” by Jae Greyn.

SERIES TOUR

The Félidés Clan
series by Jae Greyn

Birth is only the beginning…

The books are not standalone
and need to be read in order.

Each book ends on a
cliffhanger.

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 3-4 flames

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BOOK 1

Book Title: Nothing
Burns Like Time

Length: 95 pages

Release Date: July 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal
Fantasy

Tropes: Fighting to be together, fight for survival

The book ends on a cliffhanger.

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Raven, Justice of Gemini, wanted nothing to do with the problems other gods created. He’d
settled down in a quiet corner of The Veil, kept to himself, and continued to do his job. His
twin, Scot, had become a jaded player in the name of boredom, and Raven had given up on
any hope of dating until he met Cyan, a beautiful young God, thrust into an impossible
position.

Cyan, lord Ether and son of the Source, never thought about love until Raven saved him in a
fight with Vampires.

All they want is the next date, but the goddess of Time has other ideas. She wants Gemini
dead by any means necessary. She thrusts them into a war that pits born gods against
demigods, taking sibling rivalry to a brand new level.

This is only the beginning for The Félidés Clan. Who will survive, and will Raven and Cyan
have the second date?

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: Predator’s
Patience (#1.5)

Length: 151
pages

Release Date: September 8,
2023

Genre: MM paranormal romantasy

Trope: Time Travel

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Cyan Revy FeLiSe has one beautiful afternoon with Raven, Justice of Gemini. He returns
home and discovers the gods are going to war. Raven doesn’t answer when Cy calls; the
number belongs to someone else. Cy pretends he isn’t hurt, but he’s devastated. And then,
the god Chaos, makes an extraordinary request. He wants Cy to find his sons.

Time doesn’t flow the same in the Garden, and Cy doesn’t know the war has started, ended,
and begun again. His mother, The Source of All Things, disagreed with the outcome the first
time around. Several of his brothers died, and Raven and Scot had to be born again.

Cy agrees to help Chaos find them, which leads them all from one Plane to another, trying to
stop Gi, the goddess of Time, from tearing them apart. Within these pages is the story of
Raven and Cyan. Journals and private memories between the couple who are just trying to
find each other.

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: Madness
And Majick

Length: 78
pages

Release Date: August 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal Romantasy

Trope: Finding love

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Dear me,

One time goddess named Gi started a war with my papas, Justice and War of Gemini. For
some stupid reason, she assumed birth would make them lower than demigod.

In truth, it only made them angry.

They signed a contract to judge someone, and part of that agreement was kids. Nyx, the god
of Peace, and one of my grandparents would only help if my dads had kids with a suitable
female. He’s only asshat number two.

Number three would be my not-so-lovely Aunt CattyWhack, um, Catori, who has trapped my
papas in the Veil club, which is under a Time spell, where every night is Samhain. She’s trying
to kill them.

Then there is me, who’s never been without my twin. We’ve shared everything but
boyfriends since the womb, and suddenly he’s somewhere else, and I’m stuck in The Veil,
alone, living in a hotel suite, until my papas are free.

Syra, The Source of All Things, and my honorary grandma, because family ain’t always blood,
gave me a job to do.

And I’m trying. Only a god can sustain a god, and now that I’m grown, my papas’ blood only
gets me so far.

I really need my twin right now. My big brother, Shiloh, would do, too. He’s off looking for
my mom, so she can replace Gi.

What have I gotten myself into? Somebody save me. I don’t want to do this by myself.

Kansas Raine Félidés, Lord Cinis

 

BOOK 4

Book Title: Sealed With
A Tris

Length: 108
pages

Release Date: September 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal Romantasy

Trope: fated mates

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Dear Me,

This would be the longest summer of my life, and it hadn’t started. You see, I’m the
forgotten twin and what is referred to in my world as ‘the spare.’ Oddly enough, I do still
hold my title, Lord Vitae, but it isn’t doing me much good in my current state.

I arrived two weeks previously and landed in the shower, fully clothed. My twin slapped his
hand over my mouth to keep me from shrieking the walls down at the shock of the water
blasting me in the face.

After helping one Jace Corrins with Clary Clatterbox My Mama Is The Soul Maker, I stayed
hidden until we moved into the house Mamie bought for us, and then I finally got to stop
shielding my presence from my brother’s most lovely mate.

In precisely one month, Kansas and I will turn nineteen, and it will be the first time in our
existence that he had a lover and I didn’t. I know. Getting laid should not be a priority, and it
really isn’t. My focus at the moment is checking on the custom guitar I’m having made for
Kansas, for said birthday.

Material things hadn’t always mattered to us because before, we could wake up on a
completely different plane, in a completely different year and age. Our honorary Mamie, the
Source of all things, has assured us repeatedly that The Veil is home and we can’t be moved
unless we move ourselves. We are trusting her judgment because, really? Who would tell
her no?

Tristan Storme Félidés

 

BOOK 5

Book Title: See Who
Loves You Now

Length: 154
pages

Release Date: October 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal Romantasy

Trope: Time travel

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Blurb

The worst birthday turns into the best when Kansas and Shiloh meet Sam and Rye Lance. But
are they part of Catori’s plan to wipe the Felides Clan from existence, or is it forever and
always?

A spell stands between them and the truth. Only Time will tell.

 

 

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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.

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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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