RELEASE BLITZ: “Wrapped in Screams” by Amy Tasukada.

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: The Yakuza Path: Wrapped in Screams

Author: Amy
Tasukada

Publisher: Marcarons &
Tea

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: November 4,
2021

Genre: Gay thriller, Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Bad boys, hurt/comfort, boss/secretary, slow burn
romance

Themes: Friends to lovers

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 37 500 words/ 184
pages

Though the story is
self-contained, it is best enjoyed if read as part of the series.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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A gunshot. A bloody note.
And a relationship that might not survive…

Blurb

Now that the war with the Korean syndicate is behind him,
all Nao Murata wants is a vacation and a chance to nurture his new relationship with Aki
Hisona. They can punish those who abandoned the family later.

After six weeks trapped in a hospital bed, a quiet vacation
is the last thing Aki wants. Ready to prove himself to Nao and the rest of the family, Aki’s
desperate for some action. And not just the yakuza kind…

When Aki hears a gunshot, he knows the dust has far from
settled. Nao says it can wait, but Aki’s unable to understand why they can’t tie up those
loose ends.

Between Aki’s constant pushing and Nao’s uncompromising
focus on what he thinks is best for them both, are they too stubborn for their fragile
relationship to last?

Find out in The
Yakuza Path: Wrapped in Screams
, the sixth
installment of
The Yakuza Path thriller series. If you like gritty Japanese crime, complex
characters, and a high dose of gay romance, then you’ll love Amy Tasukada’s latest
novel.

Buy Wrapped in Screams to get your taste of romantic revenge
today!

The Yakuza Path Series

BOOK 1 – Blood Stained Tea

BOOK 2 – Better Than Suicide

BOOK 3 – One Thousand Cranes

BOOK 4 – The Deafening Silence

BOOK 5 – Flowers of Flesh and Blood

BOOK 6 – Wrapped in Screams

Excerpt

“Of course I want you to sleep with me.” Aki placed a hand
suggestively on Nao’s thigh.

Aki couldn’t think of anything else that would make him
happier than having Nao’s cock rip him in half. Though Aki doubted he could get his up even
if he wanted to. Skipping the pain meds to get his libido back was the next thing on his to-do
list. The hospital had only given him a two-week supply. So far he hadn’t hurt too much and
they’d mostly made him tired. It would still probably take a few days for the narcotics to
completely leave his system, but he and Nao could mess around until then.

“We need to be careful.” Nao brushed Aki’s hand
away.

Tightness gripped Aki’s chest and clawed at his throat. Nao
pushed him away again. After everything Aki had been through, after everything Aki had
done for him, it was like nothing had changed between them.

“We couldn’t even kiss yesterday without you becoming
breathless,” Nao added.

It sounded so cruel. Why did it have to hurt so much? Aki
looked away, but Nao cupped Aki’s face. The gesture lessened the pain, but it still
stabbed.

Nao’s eyebrows drew together. “I don’t want you hurt
because of something I did ever again. There’s a whole list of things you can’t do.”

“The doctors were being cautious.”

“There’s a gaping hole in your chest.”

“It’s six centimeters. That’s hardly gaping.”

“I don’t want you back in the hospital because of an
infection. It can happen to anyone. It happened to me when I didn’t listen to my
doctor.”

“And because you weren’t taking your antibiotics.”

“That’s true.” Nao laughed.

“Are you going to kiss me at least?”

Nao leaned over until their lips touched. He was cautious at
first as if asking permission. Aki opened his mouth, and Nao’s tongue entered. Aki’s muscles
relaxed, and he willed his fears to subside. Nao wasn’t going to bend him against the nearest
surface and screw him raw like in Aki’s fantasies, but Nao wasn’t saying it would
never happen. All Aki had to do was convince Nao he was fine, and in a few days, they’d be
banging like rabbits.

Nao licked at Aki’s bottom lip before pulling away. He
pressed their foreheads together.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” Nao
asked.

Aki nodded. “You’ll at least help me change my bandages,
right?”

“You’ll have to teach me.”

Aki pulled off his undershirt, hiding a grimace of pain in the
cloth. He wanted to be alluring. Nao had seen him shirtless plenty of times, but it would be
the first so close. Aki glanced over his shoulder suggestively, but Nao was focused on taking
the bandages out of the plastic bag.

Aki sighed. Changing his bandages wasn’t sexy, but he’d
hoped the undressing part would be.

About the Author

International best-selling
author Amy Tasukada writes thrilling times of crime, love, and gore. Readers who crave
diverse characters, unique settings, and edge-of-your-seat action will devour her
Yakuza Path series. Readers who seek less blood and more love will swoon
over the
Yakuza Path
Romance
and Would it Be Okay to Love You? Series. Amy is an atheist, queer author who enjoys drinking tea,
Japanese street fashion and visual kei music. Her calico cat, O’Hara, is never far from her
side. Amy lives in North Texas, but is always planning her next trip to Japan.

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BLOG TOUR: “The Tiergarten Tales” by Paolo G. Grossi

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Book Title: The Tiergarten Tales

Author: Paolo G.
Grossi

Publisher: The Conrad
Press

Cover Artist: Charlotte
Mouncey

Release Date: May 31,
2021

Genres: LGBTQ+ / Historical Fiction

Tropes: Boys’ friendship

Themes: Toxic masculinity and fatherly love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 035 words / 384
pages

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

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Berlin. Its boys. Their stories

Blurb

Boys and men of Berlin. A captivating journey through their
lives, love affairs and misdemeanours across the city’s turbulent history.

Felix and Walther bestride a deep class divide, forging an
enduring bond in 1890s Prussia. Kaspar and Max navigate the fraught upheavals of the
Weimar Republic by skilfully marketing the only commodity in demand. Young Kazimierz
leaves his impoverished Silesian village and sets off on an epic journey to the Prussian
capital, the seat of an ageing Frederick the Great. His heavenly beauty, endearing naivety
and, ultimately, fate will transform his life once through the gates of the city.

Echoes within echoes. Circles within circles. Wealth,
poverty and moral compromise. The privilege and toxic masculinity of the Prussian officer
class.

Excerpt from The Lodger

Grey sky. It has been so for the last few days, or weeks,
months perhaps. It had been his decision to move here so there is no one else to blame.
That irks him no end, no

one to blame, no one to shout at.

Up here on the sixth floor one can barely hear the
traf-

fic below and there is never much of it anyway; it’s early
morning and he lives on a quiet and leafy street, upmarket, expensive, unaffordable for
most people.

The air is warm and all he wears is pyjama bottoms; he
prefers to walk around the apartment barefoot though he misses a soft thick carpet. But
more often than not homes come with beautiful wooden parquet here: beautiful but
uncomfortable for his feet which have lost some of the supple elasticity they used to have.
Age, always age; he wishes he could log out from thinking about ageing.

Coffee time. He walks back inside through the French doors
and inserts a capsule in the machine, the mechanical noise reassuring, another morning
with the same routine.

Frau Greta is on her way and he needs to get out. It’s his
rule number one or, rather, hers: get out of the cleaning lady’s way, you’re just a hindrance
and when she took on the job she dropped a few stern hints which allowed no debate. Very
German, he smiles.

No breakfast at home; he’ll walk to the Bismarck Bistro for

mid-morning brunch. The temperature is warm enough to sit outside with just a light jacket
and watch the world go by.

Except that it never does. The bistro is quaint and the fare
of good quality but it never seems to be that busy, though the lack of a crowd has lately
developed into a pleasure rather than a shortcoming.

Either way the bistro is close, reasonably priced, and on the
edge of that vast and wild forest in the centre of the city peculiarly described as a
‘garten’.

He’s ready now and he feels pleasantly casual: slacks, a
polo and a light blue jacket. A scarf around his neck protects him from the light
breeze.

And sunglasses. He has spent a good chunk of his previous
life in a part of the world where everyone wore sunglasses, outdoor and indoor. You could
never see anyone’s eyes. Beautiful eyes, old eyes, blue, green, black, it didn’t matter; they
were all behind dark lenses. All the fucking time.

But he has kept the habit; perhaps one day he’ll lose it.
Habits come and go.

He strolls along the oak-lined paths before turning towards
the bistro. Empty roads. Is that Sunday? Perhaps not, but the roads are always empty here
anyway. Which he loves. Or not. He’s not yet sure.

When he reaches the bistro, he lazily scans the area: a few
tables outside, almost empty as usual, one middle-aged guy tapping away at his laptop in
the far corner.

He takes a seat and then remembers the free newspapers
inside so he gets up again and strolls in to pick up a copy of the Morgenpost.

Ella is at the till. The owner greets him in a low voice and
with a smile. She must do that with all the regular customers, he thinks, but he likes it as it
makes him feel special even if he is dead sure he isn’t.

After three years his German has improved dramatically. He
has subjected himself to a gruelling and eye-wateringly expensive blitz of private tuitions.
He can now finish read- ing long-winded and often completely irrelevant opinion pieces.
Nothing much ever seems to happen here anyway. He prefers books to news but he forgot
to bring one along.

‘Good morning sir, what can I get you today?’

Not Ella’s voice. It sounds soft and warm, young, almost
female though clearly not.

As he turns, a young man of perhaps less than twenty
stands there with a smile and detectable eagerness. The eagerness of the new employee,
the excitement of a new job, the freshness of a new chapter.

The boy gently shifts the wheat blond fringe along his
forehead; a pair of black framed spectacles sits on his angular nose, the thick prescription
lenses magnifying his light blue eyes.

‘Good morning, let’s see: a cappuccino for a start, I haven’t
decided on the food, may I have a minute?’

‘Sure, sir, I’ll get the drink ready for you, take your
time.’

The manners are calm and polite. Unassuming, he
ponders.

After a few minutes the young man returns with the
cappuccino and briefly stands there, clearly waiting for the order but with no impatient
insistence.

About the Author

Paolo G. Grossi was born and
raised in Milan. Thirty years ago, he spent a weekend in London and decided to stay. Like
most Italians, opera and the visual arts are his main passions. When not writing, you will
surely find him attending a performance, visiting a museum and, of course, spending some
time cycling in Berlin or around the Wannsee. He lives in London with his partner David.

The Tiergarten
Tales
is his first book.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Taste: London Love – Book 2” by Sophia Soames

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Book Title: TASTE
(London Love #2)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher:
Self-Published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: November 1,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Trope: Enemies to
lovers

Theme: Hotel, London,
Hurt/Comfort

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 91 000
words

It is a standalone story and
the second book in the London Love series.

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There is a fine line
between love and hate.

Blurb

“Emotional, funny, gripping, and heart-wrenching, Sophia
Soames’ books pulled me in and stuck with me well after. Highly recommend.” —Jennifer
Cody, author of the Diviner’s Game and Shattered Pawns universe.


Finn Christensen doesn’t do feelings. He doesn’t do
relationships either and when he has an itch to scratch, there are always clubs and
hook-ups. He works every hour of the day as the Front Office manager for the Clouds
Westminster Hotel in central London. He’s respected in the industry, and as senior
management, deserves the reputation and fear his name carries.

Then award-winning restauranteur Mark Quinton
swans in like he owns the bloody place, and Finn’s carefully managed world starts to fall
apart.


Mark Quinton needs. He’s impulsive and stupid and
childish and probably the last person in the world who should be allowed to run the Food
and Beverage department at the Clouds Westminster Hotel, however many brilliant ideas he
has and seems to manage to miraculously pull off. He needs. And he needs Finn
Christensen.


It’s a match made in hell. A recipe for disaster.
There will be a bloodbath one day. They all know. Everyone knows.


TASTE is the second book in the London Love
series, following four extraordinary ordinary couples living real fairy-tales in the city of
London. TASTE is a hurt/comfort, enemy-to-lovers romance set behind the scenes in a busy
inner-city business hotel.


Trigger-warnings for off-page mentions of
domestic violence, kleptomania, depression, ADHD and culinary crimes involving cheese.
HEA.

Excerpt

Finn Christensen, though, was just that. Textbook dull and
insanely boring. The man only owned slick, grey suits, wore the same black tie every
goddamn day and needed to learn how to grow a beard. Despite being well into his forties,
he had a babyface and a crown of almost angelic blonde curls on the top of his head. He
must have mislaid his halo at some point because there was nothing angelic about

him.

He never spoke to me, apart from random snide remarks
and the trademark eye-rolls he seemed to have honed on me. His thick curls were always a
mess of natural perfection, his lips always pursed in a tight scowl, and there were definitely
firm muscles showing through the fitted shirts that were his preferred attire. I’d caught him
staring at me a few times during these meetings, just a glance, and then he would take a
swig of his water bottle and look away. I knew he disliked me. Fuck that—he bloody hated
me for some reason I didn’t fully understand.

The problem was, I couldn’t really peg him down, however
much I wanted to. He was way above my league professionally, having worked himself up
from the ground, gaining experience on the back of some posh hotel management degree.
His office displayed an impressive wall full of hospitality diplomas from well-known
establishments, and he always looked immaculate, in his bloody posh suit-and-tie combos,
while I was happy to slum it in one of my favourite floral shirts and black jeans. I’d heard
whispers he’d wanted the F&B gig, but I didn’t believe that. He was the front-of-house
manager, which held a lot more clout in the management world than the dude who fiddled
around with room service yields and made sure the breakfast service made a profit.

And still he hated me.

I knew he was gay. Everyone did, like they knew I was an
equal opportunities kind of guy, swinging freely from having a hot girlfriend to being the
man-whore of the moment when I felt that need. We didn’t hold back with those personal
need-to-knows in the Clouds hotel world, so we knew most things about everyone in the
company. I didn’t even have to fill people in or ask for the low-down because my wait staff
were the biggest gossipmongers in the world and happily kept tabs on all the current drama,
telling me before things got out of hand, which they did, on a daily basis. Not only did my
happily bed-hopping staff shag like rabbits and fall in and out of favour at the drop of a hat,
but I had to reluctantly admit to having caused some of that drama myself. My last bed
partner had been a woman, but that little affair had conveniently come with no strings
attached, like my thrusts usually did.

Hence there I was, staring back at him across the table,
noting how his hair was, as always, on the edge of needing a trim. How his angular face lit
up in a rare smile at a particularly complimentary comment. The squareness of his shoulders
in that well-cut suit. The pout of those lips just made for, well. Ahem. Activities between the
sheets, preferably of the kind where he was on his knees with my cock in his mouth. That
thought had already been well and truly entertained and had made me ejaculate into my
own hands more nights than not these days.

I couldn’t quite pinpoint the time when I’d realised I
fancied him. Perhaps even a small part of me wanted him. Yet I could feel the hairs on the
back of my neck stand up whenever he was in the room. His voice grated on my nerves to
the point where my teeth would grit, and his pompous PowerPoint presentations in these
weekly meetings made me sigh a little too loudly.

Which made him stare at me with murder in his eyes. Yup,
the feeling was mutual.

Instead of displaying my own totally professional
PowerPoint presentation, I found myself standing up and throwing numbers off the top of
my head because I was a cocky twat. And all the while, the almighty Mr Christensen sat
scowling with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Christensen, don’t you agree?” I smiled at him. He didn’t
smile back. “Was my prediction for the new lunch menu not right on track? You were the
one who disagreed with the proposed changes. I’m pleased to see that, once again, I was
right.” I sprinkled the words lightly, maintaining my pleasant smile as I took in the room,
which was mostly amused stares. This showdown had become a weekly thing, and everyone
was eagerly awaiting what would most certainly be a brutal comeback.

Right on cue, Finn Christensen raised his hands in a
deliberately slow clap.

“Mr Quinton, congratulations on the one per cent profit
you added from last week. Less than one per cent. I am more impressed with the massaging
you must have done to come up with those figures, because according to Saffiya’s
more truthful calculations, looking at last week’s accounting breakdown, you
made a further 392-pound loss on the food side.”

Damn. Now Saffiya, our immaculate financial controller,
was nodding as well. So yes, we’d made a bit of a loss, but I’d cooked the numbers well, and
the reduced staffing figures and portion size reductions were more than covering those
numbers for next week.

“Those losses are already considered, and we look forward
to a profit-making food side next week with the introduction of our
Incredible Desserts
concept. The test customers were raving about them last week, and as always, we welcome
visits down to our kitchen to sample our wonderfully talented head chef’s new creations.
Ben and his team are truly an incredible asset to the chain.”

In another of his signature moves, he was on his feet
before I’d even finished the sentence, showing his displeasure by going to stand against the
back wall of the room. It made him look taller, angrier, more confident, as well he
knew.

“Come on, Quinton,” he droned. “You’re deluded, and we
all know it. Demand for in-house meals is high, but unless you want our customers to cross
the square and grab McDonald’s from the corner, you need to up your game. We’ve had
several complaints about the lack of comfort food on your menu, and Mr Proctor once again
demanded we comp his bill due to the lack of fish and chips. You know how important our
premium customers are, don’t you, Quinton?”

He banged his head back against the wall as he spoke,
clearly annoyed with my dumbass attitude and overbearing confidence. But that was the
way I rolled, and the fact that it seemed to annoy him just egged me on.

“No need to speak to me like I am a child.” I smiled
demurely. “But if you want me to break down the figures for you…” I paused deliberately.
“Then I can explain like I would my five-year-old niece’s maths homework. We made a profit
overall and scored 4.92 on customer satisfaction. Seventy-two per cent of last week’s guests
took one or more meals in our restaurant.”

“We offer free breakfast, mate,” he cut back. “Which
means twenty-eight per cent of our clients couldn’t face our breakfast. Not a particularly
good score.”

I hated him. I hated him so fucking much.

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 Au Pair just sighs.

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

Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms

Christina Stern is a
Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do
the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram

Aurelia Morris is a
cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums
under more aliases that she can keep track of.

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BOOK BLAST: “Wicked Lovely: The Black Blade Chronicles, Book 1” by J.K. Hogan. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Wicked Lovely (The Black Blade Chronicles, Book
1)

Author: J.K.
Hogan

Publisher: Euphoria
Press

Cover Artist: J.K. Hogan @
www.wickedpixeldesigns.com

Release Date: October 12,
2021

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers

Themes: Adventure/quest (kind of Game of Thrones-esque but
queer)

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 90 000
words

It is the first book in the
series and not a standalone story.
There will be an
HEA over a three-book arc. The first book isn’t quite a cliffhanger, more of a
to be continued ending.

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A new series that
combines the adventure and magic of epic fantasy with the enchantment of

romance

Blurb

Darkness grows in the realm of Taleth. To the west, a
power-hungry despot schemes to conquer kingdoms and territories alike by chasing an
ancient elven prophecy that could give him the power to rule all. In the east, after a prince’s
murder goes years unanswered, a princess learns there was much more to her brother’s
death—and to her life—than she realized.

The House of Kjenelach is shaken to its foundation when
Princess Sigrid is stolen away. Her faithful guardian, Sir Senne Clayward, reluctantly accepts
help from his nemesis, a notorious halfling mercenary of questionable morals—but
indispensable tracking skills—called Kasimir vas Hjardar.

Kasimir makes his living hunting monsters, both creatures
and men. While he exists outside the law, he lives by his own unassailable code of honor. At
the top of that list: never harm a child. When he turns down a contract to kidnap Sigrid and
later finds out she was taken by someone else, he offers his help to the prickly knight tasked
with protecting her.

Together, they embark upon a journey across the continent
to save Sigrid and foil King Prosper’s plans to conquer Taleth. The way is fraught with
dangers and pitfalls, from supernatural beasts to Senne’s deathly fear of magic, but they
must not fail, for Sigrid may very well be the savior of the realm: the long prophesied
Aisnellach Fuil. Somehow, the two men must set their differences aside and work together
to rescue Sigrid, and possibly find love along the way.

About the Author

J.K. Hogan has been telling
stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for
her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, she found her true
passion. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her
stories as she writes them.

J.K. resides in North Carolina
with her husband, two sons, and their pets. If she isn’t writing, J.K. can be found designing
book covers at Wicked Pixel Designs, creating fiber art and supplies at Earthbound Fiber Arts
watching Hurricanes Hockey and, of course, reading!

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Finishing Last” by Rob Browatzke.

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Book Title: Finishing Last

Author: Rob Browatzke

Publisher: Sisyphus Press

Cover Artist: Alexandria Corza

Release Date:
Halloween

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope. Friends to lovers

Themes: Found family

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 70 000 words/ 245
pages

It is a standalone story within
a series

Goodreads – River City Romances Series

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Mitch Morris is a nice guy
– and you know what they say about them.

Blurb

Mitch Morris is starting over in a new apartment when he
meets a handsome new neighbor. Dan Murphy is starting over in a new city when he meets

a handsome new neighbor.

They DON’T hook up.

Instead, they become friends, and slowly, more than
friends. But when they both start dating other people, it’s increasingly obvious there’s
something between them. Nice guys don’t cheat though, and besides, who would risk a
friendship on the chance of something more?

Excerpt

“It doesn’t matter,” he told Dan. “We are not running
Sunday —and I don’t care how many times you say Kyle McFall,” he added, sticking his
fingers in his ears. “Sunday is Halloween, and that means we will both be far too hungover
from Saturday’s Halloween parties to even think about running.”

“We could just not get drunk, you know. That’s a thing.
That people do.”

“Not my people!” Mitch said. “Halloween Saturday is my
literal favorite day of the year.”

“That’s what you said about Gay Day,” Dan said. “And about
Pride. And about the day Duncan
had his
two-for-one special.”

“You know, I get that we’re friends, but sometimes, I really
wish you didn’t pay so much
attention to
everything I say. You’ve got this annoying habit of throwing my own words back in my face,
and it really is the most unattractive thing you do.”

Dan shrugged, grinning. “What’s so special about
Halloween?”

“What’s so special about Halloween? What’s so special
about Halloween?” Mitch forced his voice to screech.

“I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”

“Oh, you little tiny gayby,” Mitch said. “What did they teach
you back in that backwater town of
yours?”

“Isn’t your hometown like five hundred people?”

“Yes,” Mitch said, “and every single one of them celebrates

Halloween. But that doesn’t even

matter, because you see, Halloween is something more for
gay people. It’s like Christmas and your birthday and the best blowjob ever all rolled into
one.”

“Do you ever worry that your constant exaggerating ever
builds things up to a point where people are let down?”

“Did I let you down about Pride?” Mitch asked. Dan shook
his head. “Or about that two for one special?” Dan let out a laugh. “See? I never steer you
wrong. Now, what are you being?”

“Like, for my costume? I have no idea.” “Daniel! It is only
two weeks away.”

“Do you already know what you’re doing?”

“Since July,” Mitch said. “I have to say, I’m outdoing even
myself this year.”

“What are you doing then?”

“No! A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“But, you just asked me!”

Mitch chuckled. “Oh, Dan,” he said. “Poor little gayby Dan.
You are many things but you’re not a
magician.”

It was a brave front that Mitch was putting on, because the
truth was, he had no idea what he
was going to be.
He and Kent had normally done a pair of costumes, which hit a brilliant new level a few
years before when they’d actually gone as a pair of pears. But this year, Kent and Dylan were
doing a couples costumes, because of course they were that kind of couple, and it was
probably going to be something super lame, like Romeo and Julien or some shit. But Mitch
was idealess.

He was never idealess on Halloween. He had suggested to
Ellis that they do a couples costume, which he normally hated; best friends together was
fine, but boyfriends matching was just gay, and not in the good buttsex sense of the word.
But Ellis was going as Black Panther.

“Why don’t you tell me what to go as?” Dan asked
suddenly. “Since you’re the expert and all.”

Intrigued, Mitch gave that a ponder. Sometimes it was

easier to dress someone else, and maybe that would give Mitch the inspiration he needed
for himself. It had to be different. Most of the people at The Torch were just going to be
slutty superheroes or slutty animals or slutty somethings, anything for an excuse to be out
for a night in as little clothing as possible. This wasn’t something Mitch minded, overly. In
fact, he looked forward to the beautiful men, but when it came to his own, he usually
wanted a bit of commentary. After all, there was a thousand dollar grand prize on the line,
and who couldn’t use that?

About the Author

Rob Browatzke doesn’t
believe in writing what he knows – that’s why he delivers gay romance with happy endings!
Equal parts sarcasm and kindness, he has been writing as long as he can remember. When
not writing, he can be found actively involved in local queer nightlife, where he has made a
career since the late 1900s. He lives in Edmonton Alberta, but don’t hold that against him.
Feel free to stalk him on social media.

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BOOK BLAST: “Dancing Before the Crash” by C.C. Everhill. $20.00 Amazon Giftcard Giveaway Included!

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Dancing Before the Crash

Author: C.C.
Everill

Publisher: Self-published in
conjunction with Ronni Sanlo Literary (www.ronnisanlo.com)

Cover Artist: Barbara
Gottlieb (gottgraphix.com)

Release Date: April 25,
2021

Genre: Memoir

Trope: Friends and lovers

Themes: Gay life 1977-1989

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 72 388 words/386
pages

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

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Imagine finding someone’s
diary – would you read it?

Blurb

In 1977, a 22-year-old man moved to NYC to pursue his
dream. His journal tells of his romances, friendships, clubbing while attempting to “make it”

in the big city. The author’s diary takes us from the early days of the 1970’s disco era
through the devastating AIDS epidemic. If you lived through this era or are interested in
LGBTQ+ history, this book offers insight from a survivor.

Excerpt

Sunday, April 26, 1981

It is now 3:30 a.m. and I’m not able sleep. I can’t stop thinking about last Sunday, which was
Easter, so I thought I would get up and write about it.

Jesse was changing into his bellmen’s uniform when I entered the locker room on Saturday
before work. He was in a chatty mood and said the rash had disappeared.

“I have an idea. How about if you come home with me tonight and then tomorrow, we can
spend Easter together?”

What a surprise! I accepted.

Easter was delightful. We walked the dogs to the Village and had brunch on The Patio. After
eating, we walked back to Jesse’s apartment and got high while drinking beer on the roof. It
was a warm sunny day and since we were both slightly sweating, we took showers before
leaving for work.

That was a week ago. Our first night of sleeping together since the night we partied at The
Saint. Tonight, while we were in line at the cafeteria, Gerald the server commented that he
constantly sees us together.

“That’s because we’re both the same age and from Colorado and worked together at
another job.” Jesse explained.

I wanted to add that we are compatible, sleep together now and then, and enjoy each
other’s company. Instead, I smiled. Don’t want to upset the apple cart.

After work, we smoked a few joints in Central Park and then walked to a nearby diner for a
bite to eat.

P.S. Earlier this week, Jesse invited me to accompany him to his parent’s house in May to
celebrate our birthdays.

“Oh, that sounds great, but I’m not sure about a trip to Colorado.”

“We’re not going to Colorado. They live in Connecticut, remember? We can rent a car.”

I forgot that his parents lived in Connecticut. We talk so much about being from Colorado.
As I recall, on the first night we met he told me his parents had moved.

Invitation accepted.

About the Author

C.C Everill was born in New
England. He earned a BA in Music and Theatre in the 1970’s. Before moving to NYC, he kept
a diary which was the foundation for “Dancing Before the Crash.” He is now a retired piano
teacher and resides in North America with his husband of 36 years and their three
cats.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Schoolmaster’s Spy” by Ruby Moone

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Book Title: The
Schoolmaster’s Spy

Author: Ruby Moone

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Meredith
Russell

Release Date: October 28,
2021

Genre: Regency MM

Tropes: School Crushes / King’s spy with trust issues & geeky school
master

Themes: Trust, love, finding a family, self-acceptance

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 93 000
words

It is book three in the
Winsford Green Series
and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Book 1 – Dances Long
Forgotten

Book 2 – People Like Us

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Mark Dexter was the one
boy that schoolmaster, Felix Brook, never forgot. Ten years later, he’s back…

Blurb

With Bonaparte defeated, King’s spy, Captain Mark Dexter
is furious at being sent to investigate the latest headmaster of his old school, rather than a
smuggling ring on the south coast. Things look up considerably when he realises that the
schoolmaster he admired above all others, Felix Brook, is still there. The man who listened
to him, the man who cared about him, the man who is still out of bounds. With only half an
eye on the job, Dexter puts Felix in a compromising position. The mission goes
catastrophically wrong, leaving Felix to bear the brunt of the repercussions. With his
commanding officer after his blood, and Felix running from him, Dexter is desperate to put
things right.

Felix Brook, schoolmaster, is devoted to Hestingley’s school
and its pupils. His life is quiet and unremarkable, but When Mark Dexter turns up at an Old
Boys’ dinner, he turns Felix’s life inside out. In the decade since he last saw him, the wild,
unpredictable schoolboy has become a devastatingly handsome man. Felix can scarcely
believe it when Dexter makes his attraction clear, it’s like a dream come true. Until it all goes
wrong.

Reluctantly thrown together at the Winsford Green annual
Summer Fete, Felix and Dexter attempt to piece together what happened, rebuild trust, and
deal with the searing passion that still burns between them. When the truth is finally
revealed, Felix must not only prove his innocence, but hold tightly to love as Dexter’s world
crumbles beneath him.

Excerpt

Felix yelled aloud at the shock of running into someone in
the dark corridor. A firm hand clamped over his mouth and Felix clutched the strong arm
that held him. When the hand eased a little, he was wondering frantically what to say by
way of explanation for his presence, when a wave of sandalwood mingled with leather hit
him. There was only one person in the world who smelled like that. Only one person with
that underlying scent of manliness. He swallowed and stared at the floor, gathering his
composure. Why would Dexter be here? Why? The conclusion he drew both terrified and
exhilarated him.

The hand over his mouth lifted and Felix had to make
himself not lick his lips.

“Brook?” It was him. Mark Dexter was standing in
front of him, one arm holding him tight. Felix had regretted not taking up the earlier, blatant
invitation with every fibre of his being. Castigated himself as an abject looby for not
responding with at least a smidgeon of sophistication and behaving like the insular, lonely
schoolmaster he was.

“You followed me.” He hadn’t a clue what else to
say.

“Is that what you think?”

Felix had to look up at that. “Well, why else are you
here?”

Moonlight shone through the window beside them, casting
a ghostly glow over Dexter’s head, making his hair look darker and his eyes gleam.

“Why else indeed,” Dexter whispered and stepped closer.
Felix’s instinct was to run, but he held his ground. This was probably the last chance he
would get to spend time with him. Who was he fooling? Spend time? He didn’t want to
spend time, he wanted to… Well, he didn’t know what in God’s name he wanted but it
involved Captain Mark Dexter in his rooms. In his bed, leaning over him, kissing him, feeling
the weight of him. Christ, he wanted him
naked.

“Do you want me to leave?” Dexter was so close he could
feel the warmth from his body.

This was it. All he had to do was say ‘yes’ and he was sure
that Dexter would leave. He had done so last time.

“Mr. Brook?”

“My name is Felix,” he said, surprised at how deep and
rough his voice was.

A smile spread across Dexter’s sculpted features. “Felix,” he
whispered as though tasting the word on his tongue.

“You can’t be calling me Mr. Brook. That man was your
teacher.”

“And this man, Felix?”

Felix shivered as Dexter moved closer. He touched his nose
to Felix’s ear and the breath left Felix’s chest. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opened on

a soundless word, and he leaned into the contact.

Dexter’s hand slid around Felix’s waist, and he pulled him a
tiny bit nearer. He pushed his nose against Felix’s cheek and nuzzled. Felix felt the soft
warmth of his breath, the scent of his skin, and the latent strength in the body that stood so,
so close.

“Might this man, Felix, be my lover for tonight?”

About the Author

Ruby Moone lives in the wilds of Lancashire
with her husband and writes historical and contemporary romance. At school, her teachers
said that she lived with her head in the clouds and if she didn’t stop daydreaming she would
never get anywhere. She never did stop daydreaming, and after years of happily living in the
clouds, decided to write the stories down.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Nautilus Than Perfect” by K.L. Heirs. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Nautilus Than Perfect (Sucker for Love Mysteries, Book
4)

Author: K.L.
Hiers

Publisher:
Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Tiferet
Design

Release Date: October 26,
2021

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tropes: False Start, Unrequited Love (Or Is It?), Pining For Your Partner,
Office Romance

Themes: Love Conquers All

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 60 000 words / 200
pages

It is a standalone story, but
the author recommends reading the previous books.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Detective Elwood Q. Chase has ninety-nine problems, and
the unexpected revelation that his partner is a god is only one of them.


Chase has been in love with Benjamin Merrick for
years and has resigned himself to a life of unrequited pining. But when they run afoul of a
strange cult, Merrick’s secret identity as Gordoth the Untouched slips out… and so do
Chase’s feelings. The timing can’t be helped, but now Merrick thinks Chase only cares about
him because he’s a god.


Even more unfortunately, it turns out the cultists
want to perform a ritual to end the world. Chase’s mission to convince Merrick his feelings
predate any divine revelations takes a back seat to a case tangled with murder and lies, but
Chase doesn’t give up. Once he finds out there’s a chance Merrick feels the same way, he
digs in his heels. Suddenly he’s trying to court a god and save the world at the same time.
What could possibly go wrong?

Excerpt

“So,” Chase said, tiptoeing to the broken window and
glancing outside, “is it true you guys had tentacle orgies? Was that really a thing?”

“You have discovered I am an ancient immortal, and that is
the first thing you ask me?” Merrick actually laughed.

“Well, yeah.” Chase grinned. “Priorities.”

“There were many fertility celebrations,” Merrick replied.
He sounded bashful. “It was common for worshippers to offer their bodies to us. Due to the
nature of our anatomy, ahem, we can copulate with more than one mortal at a
time.”

“So, orgies.”

“Of a religious nature.”

“By anatomy, do you mean what I think you mean?” Chase
had quite the imagination, but he was dying to hear details.

“Most of the gods have multiple appendages for mating.”
Merrick ducked his head. “Though we do not actually need a partner for
reproduction.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Chase teased.

Merrick laughed, smiling again. “My father, Baub,
personally spawned thirteen of us in all.”

“So you’ve got twelve siblings?”

“More still if you count my half brothers and sisters.”
Merrick cocked his head. “You really do not know anything about the gods, do you.”

“No, not really,” Chase admitted. “I know some of the
names, I know a few holidays, and uh, that’s about it. Definitely wanna hear more about the
copulating.”

“Now you are being obscene.”

“What?” Chase grinned slyly. “I’m a heathen. I don’t know
any better. Educate me.”

“No.” Merrick’s tone was firm, but he was smiling.

“Got it, you’re not an easy god. I respect that.” Chase
winked. “Need to buy you dinner before you show me the tentacled goods.”

“Detective Chase!” Merrick’s eyes widened. “Are you… are
you flirting with me?”

“Damn, you are a good detective.”

“That is not acceptable behavior,” Merrick scolded. “Is this
because now you know I am a god, you expect me to be promiscuous?”

“What?” Chase huffed. “Come on.”

“I told you that I did not want this to affect our working
relationship,” Merrick grumbled. “I expected better from you.”

“I’m joking, for fuck’s sake.”

“Well, it is not funny,” Merrick continued to complain. “The
nature of my intimate parts is not up for discussion.”

“For the record, I wanted to know all about your intimate
parts
before I found out you were a god,” Chase said honestly.

Merrick didn’t immediately respond, and he looked
confused. “Are you referring to the clothing-optional invitation?”

“The one we’ve never, ever talked about?” Chase leaned
against one of the desks. He didn’t see any point in hiding his feelings now. “Yeah, that
one.”

“I am not here to partake in physical pleasures, no matter
how tempting you may be.”

“Wait, tempting?” Chase couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“You think I’m tempting?”

“Obviously,” Merrick huffed. “It is why I had to refuse your
advances that night. I cannot allow myself to become distracted by your sensual
sorcery.”

“Sensual what now?” Chase questioned if he was awake
right now and almost pinched himself to check.

“It does not matter,” Merrick hissed impatiently. “You are
my partner, and it would be detrimental to Merrick’s future in law enforcement to become
sexually involved with a coworker.”

“Okay, the speaking in third person is weird—”

“Do not bring this up again,” Merrick snapped. “For my
sake and Merrick’s, I must insist you stop right now. I cannot risk damaging his legacy over
physical pleasures. I do not know how else I can refuse you and make you
understand.”

“Listen to me,” Chase pleaded, a flicker of hope rekindling
inside of him and spurring him on. “I never thought in a million years that you’d ever be into
me! I didn’t have a clue! I don’t just want physical pleasures, okay? I’m sure that’s all super
great with your tentacles and appendages or whatever, but I’m—”

“Detective Chase, please,” Merrick said firmly, holding up
his hands for silence. He shook his head, his face contorting in pain. “Please stop.”

The words were right on the tip of Chase’s tongue.

But I’m in love with you, you big, beautiful
idiot!

He couldn’t bring himself to say it, seeing how upset
Merrick already was, and he fell silent. His mind was still reeling from learning that Merrick
had found him attractive all of this time—What the hell was sensual sorcery anyway?—and
he planned to ride that stroke to his ego and hold on to it for as long as he could.

It wasn’t a confession of undying affection, but it was much
more than he ever thought he would have.

About the Author

K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an
embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral
service, she worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Her first love was always
telling stories, and she has been writing for over twenty years, penning her very first book at
just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty notebooks,
however, but she never gave up.

Following the success of her
first novel,
Cold Hard Cash, she now enjoys writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales
of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. She loves attending horror movie
conventions and indulging in cosplay of her favorite characters. She lives in Zebulon, NC,
with her husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend
to because they think it’s cute.

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