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Book Title: Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life (Changing Majors Book

Author: Clancy Nacht &
Thursday Euclid

Publisher: Eine Kleine

Cover Artist: Clancy

Release Date: August 16,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, new adult, Christian

Tropes: Nerd & jock,
opposites attract, demisexual

Themes: Found family, reclaiming Christianity

Heat Rating: 3

Length: 70 000 words/236

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

The other stories are not
needed for this one. Each story stands alone, tied together with being part of a college series
in which characters change their majors.

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Spicy gay romance that
reclaims Christianity


Tutoring the athletic, indifferent son of the local
megachurch’s influential pastor promises to be a tough job for turbo-nerd Thomas Knott, but
when he meets handsome, aloof Colton Frost, nothing is as it seems.

Colton’s hiding a huge secret…one he can’t quite hide from
the perceptive and amiable Thomas.

After graduating from a gay conversion camp, Colton Frost
isn’t sure who he is anymore. How does he reconcile his faith with everything he feels
inside? Dormmate (and long-time crush) Noah watches his every move for Colton’s famous
father, reporting if he steps out of line. There’s no room to grow or find himself…until he
meets chubby, awkward, inexplicably confident demisexual Thomas Knott.

Can bold, brainy, secular Thomas help struggling believer
Colton discover his lost identity? And just as importantly to Colton, can Thomas help him
heal his relationships with his parents–and with Jesus?

70k words of nerd & jock, opposites attract,
demisexual, Christian romance, new adult

Content Warning: complex moral and
religious situations, suicidal ideation, internalized homophobia, conversion therapy
references, Christianity, mentions of underage drinking, marijuana use, references to CSA,


Thomas’s dark stare bored into Colton, as if he could see
right through him. “I need your … cooperation with something, and in return, I can make
sure you pass your classes.”

There was some irony that Colton was skipping class to try
to put off his potential tutor who wanted to negotiate him passing the classes he skipped.
“What, like take my tests for me?”

Thomas snorted delicately and raised a pointy brow with
the air of a Victorian nobleman. “No, Colton, but I don’t have much of a social life. I can
devote enormous resources to teaching you the material. Are you an auditory learner?
Visual? Kinesthetic? I can help you break down your learning style and tailor study strategies
for your needs. It’ll be the easiest learning you’ve done. I’m a boss. But I need your help

How did he manage to sound so confident when he was
basically confessing to being a loser? It was as if he’d embraced his own geekery and
weaponized it for use against his betters.

“If I wanted to learn the material, I would.” Colton shrugged
as he adjusted his backpack. “And I’d learn it faster without having to block you out.”

Everyone could use Colton’s help in one way or another.
Were he the sort to lend a hand, he’d probably get nothing else done. At the very least, he
had to know what it was Thomas wanted so he could tell him no and then maybe they’d be
done with this. “You’re beyond help, but what do you think I could possibly do for

“You gave Rose Ryan my phone number.” The way Thomas
said her name, he might as well have been saying Aphrodite or Venus. “We’ve been texting.
Things are… developing. But she thinks I’m you, and if I tell her who I am, she’s going to bail
on me. I need this, Colton. It’s your doing anyway. Take responsibility.”

“How would I know your phone—” As the memory
returned of the random girl that very irritating morning returned to him, so did the phone
number. There it went again, rattling around in his brain. A little faded, maybe. He was less
certain of the numbers now than he had been, but there it was.

Colton chuckled and shook his head. Even if he tried to lie,
by now his cheeks were so hot it was probably obvious that he remembered doing it. “What
do you mean things are developing? You’re not being weird and telling her it’s me, are

“I didn’t tell her that. You told her that. You gave her
your number, but it was mine. You lied to her, and now I’m
making you look good by being a decent human being to her. I mean, aside from the
nudes…” Thomas smirked and gave Colton the kind of look that suggested he’d made an
enormous mistake.

Colton gasped and stared at Thomas in horror. “You sent

He eyed Thomas up and down then shook his head. “No
way she’d believe your nudes were me. No way she’d keep talking to you if she saw,” Colton
gestured at Thomas. “Unless she’s an idiot.”

But God, what if the rumor got out that there were nudes
of him? Even if they were obviously not him, his dad would probably hear about it.

“Who said I sent the nudes? Although, not that it’s
your business, my business is very respectable. With some creative cropping, she’d be very
impressed with ‘you’.” Thomas laughed from his belly, eyes crinkling at the corners. He
looked like an evil cherub. Like a cherub just hellbent on fucking Colton’s life right

“Oh God, I don’t need to know that.” Colton held his hands
up in defense as the images popped into his head. “You can’t accept nudes from her as me. I
would never take advantage like that. I …”

For once, Colton was utterly speechless as he stared at
Thomas in horror.

Thomas laughed again, throaty and delighted, and shook
his head. “Oh man, I really got you going. I didn’t accept nudes! As if Rose Ryan would send
anyone nudes. She’s the definition of perfection. She’s not going to put something like that
into the world and risk her reputation. Do you know how shitty people are to women of
color who express their sexuality? To
women? You probably didn’t ace Gender
Studies, but you can trust me on that.”

Then Thomas sobered and narrowed his gaze on Colton
appraisingly. “Look, man, you put yourself in this situation. The only way out is through. I
want you to go to her volleyball game on Friday with me. Introduce me and then, I don’t
know. I just…”

Suddenly Thomas’s cherubic face turned haunted, lips
turning down at the corners and making his dimples stand out in dismay. “Listen, Colton, I
know it doesn’t mean
anything to you, but it would mean a lot
to me. I just want to get my foot in the door. I need her to just look
at me for once
instead of right through me. I’m not who people assume I am. I’m…” Thomas sighed and his
tongue flashed over his lips. “There’s more to me. I feel like Rose could see it, if I could just
get an in.”

Colton realized he had clutched his chest, much like his
mom did when she was hearing news that shocked her. He was flooded with relief that there
were no nudes. He definitely didn’t want to be in the middle of some incel revenge porn
scandal. He didn’t know that it was worse or better for women of color, but he did know
how a lot of men regarded women who sent nudes.

He hadn’t thought any of it through when he gave Rose
Thomas’s number. He’d just thought Thomas would correct her and everyone would go on
with their lives.

This had gotten complicated.

He didn’t know Rose, but he had kind of put her in this
situation. Maybe there weren’t nudes yet, but if Colton walked away from this situation and
allowed it to continue, who knew what would happen?

Plus, Thomas looked so darn pathetic. There was probably
no chance that one introduction was going to set them up and fix everything, but that
wasn’t his problem.

Colton needed to find a way to extricate himself from this
situation without finding himself in the middle of some nerd-on-nerd violence. He exhaled.
“All right. Friday night I go to her game and we pretend to be… friends? I just decided I enjoy
my tutor so much that I’m dragging him along to sporting events?”

“Well, yeah. She can assume I’m your wingman. You have to
admit, standing next to me, you look extra good.” Thomas’s self-deprecating little smile
didn’t do much to erase his pitifulness. “Just make it plain I’m a cool guy, and I’ll take it from
there. You’re not interested, or you wouldn’t have given her
my number, so just let her know
you’re only interested in friendship, and I’ll fend for myself.”

“My wingman. I don’t need a wingman.” Colton rolled his
eyes but accepted the premise. “All right, fine. For one night only, I need a wingman to get a
girl who approached

It didn’t matter. He just needed to wash his hands of this
situation. “Just, try not to be weird, okay? I’ll let her down easy after the game and you can
just … whatever.”

About the Authors

Together, Texans and platonic
life partners Thursday Euclid and Clancy Nacht write queer novels that span genres, with
intense romances and a seamless shared narrative voice.

They published their first co-
written novel, the m/m rock star romance Black Gold, in 2010, and now have over a decade
of award-winning collaborations under their exquisite belts. Recent titles include the twisted
romance His Fake Prison Daddy and the Phisher King series, in which an uptight federal
agent and a bratty hacker go from enemies to lovers while solving a hate crime.

Though Elder Millennial trans
man Thursday and Gen X gender outlaw Clancy live three hours apart, they are inseparable.
Their friendship is a perfect example of the Grumpy/Sunshine trope, which makes Thursday
very happy. Clancy thinks it’s all right.

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Book Title: Earl
Hathbury’s Vessel (
& Magic, 2)

Author: S.

Publisher: Dark Angst

Cover Artist:

Release Date: August 14,

Genre: MM Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Hurt/comfort

Themes: Learning to love / trust

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 45 000

It is a standalone story, but
part of a linked series.

Each book follows a different
It does not end on a


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After years of cruelty, how do
you learn to trust? To love?


After years of cruelty, how do you learn to trust? To

It may be 2022, but the modern world has done nothing to
protect me.

I live in the world of the British nobility, a secret society of
magic, mages and vessels.

There are strict rules and customs and no freedom at

My name is Charlie, but to society, I’m just a vessel. A
person who grows and absorbs magic within them, but cannot wield it.

As tradition dictates, on my eighteenth birthday, I was given
to a mage. From that day onwards, every seven days for four long years, Earl Rathbone took
my body to take my magic.

Earl Rathbone was a cruel and harsh master. But it was ‘the
done thing’ and society turned a blind eye to my mistreatment.

Until the earl’s son finally intervened and whisked me away.
Sending me to Archie. The Earl of Hathbury.

Archie is kind and sweet. The man loves books nearly as
much as I do. He is nothing like Earl Rathbone.

Yet, giving Archie my body and my magic is daunting. But it
is my duty and a necessity. As a vessel, I need a mage to regularly empty me or I could

To my great relief, Archie is understanding and gentle, and
it’s not long before I start to fall for him. Finding my duty more of a pleasure.

Archie seems to enjoy our time together more than is
proper, and I am hopeful.

But can Archie be trusted? Is he really safe? Will I ever be
truly free?


Sighing wistfully, I continued my meander around the
grounds. I turned a corner around a tall hedge and found a swimming pool. I blinked in
surprise. The old families usually considered them vulgar. Something only new money
garishly indulged in.

It was quite tucked away and hidden by tall hedges.
Whoever had installed it had known it was something to be embarrassed about.

It looked clean, if a bit tatty. It had obviously been here for
a while. The pool was a decent size, surrounded by well-maintained grass. There were no
sun loungers nor any other accouterments. I wondered if anyone still used it.

A few stray leaves floated on the surface, but the water
looked clear. Calm and inviting. Sod it. I had nothing better to do. The day was warm enough
that I’d soon dry off, even without a towel. I stripped down to my underwear, a pair of
simple white briefs. Leaving my clothes carelessly strewn across the grass, I sat on the edge
of the pool and dipped my toe in.

It was delightfully warm. A heated pool. Now, that was a
pleasant surprise. Grinning, I slipped in. The water was divine. Feeling far too lazy to do laps,
I merely bobbed around for a while. Then I floated on my back and closed my eyes. The
feeling of weightlessness in the warm water, combined with the sun shining down and the
birdsong, was wonderful. Maybe swimming could become my new hobby. I could come here
every day. I’d soon get fit, I supposed. If I actually swam instead of floating around.

But this relaxation was lovely. Doing this everyday sounded
far more alluring. I could call it meditation or something. Maybe do a bit of yoga at the
poolside, so it didn’t feel quite so decadent.

Someone coughed, and it startled me so much I nearly
drowned trying to get to my feet. Spluttering water out of my mouth and wiping it from my
eyes, so I could see, I looked up.

It was Archie. Standing by the pool. Holding a folded white
towel and wearing a white robe. His shapely legs were bare, and he had flip-flops on his feet.
He had come to swim in his secret pool and found me in it.

I scrambled to the edge and heaved myself up. The poor
man took a step backwards as I lunged out of the pool to stand before him, water streaming
off of me onto the grass.

“I’m sorry!” I gasped, pushing my sodden hair out of my
eyes with both my hands.

Archie just stared at me. A strange look on his face. His
cheeks were heated, unsurprisingly. He was probably furious at me.

“It’s quite alright,” he said after a while, but his voice
sounded strained.

“I’ll… I’ll leave you to your peace,” I stuttered and hastily
scooped up my clothes that seemed to be scattered everywhere. Making it take forever to
gather them. When I eventually had them all, I ran.

When I was far enough away, out of sight and hearing, I
stopped, chest heaving. I dropped my clothes onto the ground so I could start dressing. As I
glanced down, I saw my wet underwear was entirely see through.

Groaning, I covered my blush with my hands. Not that there
was anyone to see now.

“Nice one, Charlie,” I said to myself. Just what his lordship
wanted to see.
I thought sarcastically. Great way to
get to know your new master, invade his private pool and then flash him.

About the Author

I love characters that are
battered and broken by life, who through the course of finding love, discover they are

I like to pour my dark past
into my characters and hope I will be forgiven.

Despite everything, because
of everything, I will always believe that love conquers all.

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BOOK BLAST: “A Beach Far Away” by BL Maxwell.


Book Title: A Beach Far

Author and Publisher: BL

Cover Artist: BL Maxwell

Release Date: July 30,

Genre: Contemporary M/M

Tropes: Friends to lovers,
instalove, vacation romance, meet cute

Themes: Starting over,
finding true love

Heat Rating: 3

Length: 31 000

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


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Falling in love wasn’t on
the itinerary


Ryan Stone can’t wait to put his toes in the sand at the
famous Bondi Beach. When he arrives after a flight that was far too long, and having not
slept or eaten, all he can do is stare out at the beautiful expanse of white sand and blue
ocean in awe. And when a blond guy asks him to play footy, he agrees, even if he doesn’t
know for sure what that is.

Ollie Hughes thinks a day at the beach is just what he needs
to take his mind off work. When he sees the cute but rumpled guy sitting by himself in the
sand, he’s drawn to him. The more time they spend together, the less he wants the day to
end. They end up spending a few days together, those few days turn into weeks, and neither
is ready for their time together to end.

A lot of chemistry, and a little bit of luck make for an
interesting day at the beach that both men are reluctant to end. Time and distance could be
their biggest obstacle, but maybe some things are just meant to be. #meetcute
#vacationromance #mmromance


Slipping my shoes and socks off, I carried them with me to
the water’s edge. The water was warmer than it was on our side of the planet, but the last
time I’d been to the ocean had been near Eureka. The water was never warm there. I walked
out enough for the water to hit near my knee.

“Oi, mate. You don’t want to be going out there. It’s a
wicked rip. Pull you right out without warning and you’ll end up across the ditch in New
Zealand.” A very tanned, very blond guy about my age, wearing an aqua and dark blue shirt
with Lifeguard emblazoned on his chest, crossed his arms and planted his feet.

“It’s okay, I’m not going out far. I just wanted to see how
warm it was.”

“If I had a dollar for every time I’d heard that, I’d be a rich
man. Most that have said it, are now about fifty meters offshore.”

My head whipped in the direction he’d indicated, before he
burst out in laughter.

“Just messin’ with ya. But seriously, don’t go out past your
knees. Everyone thinks they can handle it, but it’ll drag you out before you can get your feet
under you.” He stood and waited for me to walk out of the water and waved when I relented
and walked back over to the grassy area.

Leaning my head back I let the heat of the sun warm my
skin as my feet dried off. The sound of the ocean and children playing on the beach were all I
could hear right now. The long flight started to weigh on me, and I knew if I kept my eyes
closed much longer, I’d be asleep. I still needed to find a place to stay so I slipped my shoes
on and walked toward the other end of the beach.

People were everywhere, and dogs, and cars, and even
what looked like a group of lifeguard trainees. “Hey, you up for some footy?” a guy with
long, curly blond hair that hung in soft waves around his face asked as he jogged


I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant.

“Yeah, we can just toss it around.” He threw the football up
and caught it with a grin.

“Sure.” I stood and followed him down to where the sand
had been raked smooth. People were gathered around the area, but most were at the edges
of the immaculate sand. I set my

backpack down on the edge and followed him. Noticing he
was barefoot, I hurried back to take my shoes off.

As soon as I was on the sand again, he tossed the ball to me
and turned to run. I threw it back and he made an amazing diving catch. We both laughed as
he dusted off sand before tossing it back to me. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ryan, what’s yours?”

“Ollie, Ollie Hughes.” He caught the ball and did some weird
jumping throwing thing that looked funny as hell but did the job.

I caught it and before I could toss it back, he was running at
me. At first, I didn’t realize what he was doing but then he tackled me. We rolled around
laughing until I was able to get away and run farther down the beach. When he got up and
started to come at me, I threw the ball to him and turned to chase him down. Both of us
laughed as we crashed together onto the sand and wrestled around to get the ball.

He got a grip on it and bolted away from me as a few
people near us clapped. “Oh, I see how it is now,” I yelled and gave chase. He ran around
other people that were sitting either in a chair or on a towel, and the ones standing tried to
move out of the way.

Finally, when he got to an open area, he turned around and
stopped with the ball tucked under his arm. “How long are you here for?”

“How do you know I’m not from here?” I asked.

About the Author

BL Maxwell grew up in a small town listening to her grandfather spin tales about his
childhood. Later she became an avid reader and after a certain vampire series she became
obsessed with fanfiction. She soon discovered Slash fanfiction and later discovered the MM
genre and was hooked.


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Book Title: Truth or Darren (Games We Play, Book 2)

Author: DJ Jamison

Publisher: Must Love Books LLC

Cover Artist: Cate Artist

Release Date: August 11, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, sister’s ex-boyfriend, small town

Themes: Finding love, finding your self-confidence and figuring out where you belong in the world. Community as family.

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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Truth or…whoa, that’s not how this dare works!



What happens when my big mouth writes a check it can’t cash while taunting my ex’s brother in a game of Truth or Dare? I end up with his tongue in my mouth. In my very straight, totally uninterested mouth.

While I don’t feel anything.

Nothing at all.

In fact, I barely noticed.

So, why can’t I stop thinking about it?

Truth or Darren features a troublemaker with good intentions, a guy who’s none too impressed with his sister’s ex, and an animosity that flares hotter than either of them could ever imagine–but which the townspeople of Granville, Nebraska, are all too happy to speculate about.



Darren caught my uneasy expression and smirked. “Oh, I’ve got the perfect dare.”


“I dare you to kiss a guy. And not just some peck. You have to mean it. Emulate Dawson over there and give it a hundred precent.”

“That’s the dare?”

“That’s it.”

I glanced around the group. “Any guy?”

His wide mouth quirked, eyes sparking with challenge and amusement. He thought he’d cornered me. Clearly, he didn’t know I was bi. I hadn’t come out until last year at Hayworth, and I hadn’t seen Darren in two years at least. “Yep. Any guy.”

“Even you?”

His grin slipped. “What?”

“I mean, you said any guy. You said you’re not scared of anything. And I know you’re not homophobic, right? You wouldn’t give me a dare like that because you think it’s a big deal to kiss a guy, right?”

Darren scoffed. “Pfft. What? No. I mean, I don’t think it’s a big deal. I can’t speak for what you might think of it.”

“Okay, then. I’ll take the dare and kiss you. Unless you’re gonna run scared when you’re in the hot seat?”

“Oh boy,” someone muttered behind me.

“This should be good,” someone else said with a small snicker.

Their comments washed over me as I stared down Darren. I’d come over here reluctantly, but his antagonism was exactly what I needed. I’d been brimming with rage for days, frustrated as my future plans were vaporized without warning, and Darren Rafferty made the perfect target.

He glared. “I don’t run from anything. Besides, it’s not like you’ve got the guts to kiss me.”

I barked a laugh. “You picked the wrong day to fuck with me.”

“Like I said, you don’t have the—”

I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and jerked him close, then slammed my mouth onto his. Darren stumbled into me, his hands clutching my waist as he caught his balance. His hard body pressed against mine, and heat lanced through me. Jesus, he was hot. I hated him, but he was so fucking gorgeous I couldn’t help but enjoy the kiss.

He gasped, startled, and I swept my tongue into his mouth. Darren had goaded me into this—and I was going to make the most of it. He tasted like Jack Daniel’s, which sent a flicker of guilt through me. He’d clearly been drinking. But he’d been clear-eyed when he’d challenged me, and I couldn’t seem to detach from his delectable mouth.

His tongue curled around mine, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I gripped his hair tighter, having no idea when I’d lifted my hands to touch him, and tried to maintain control of the kiss—but it was too late. Darren was in the driver’s seat now, and he relentlessly devoured my mouth, making me take everything he wanted to give as he kissed me back.

Wait a second. He was kissing me back.

What the fuck?

Shocked out of my lusty stupor, I jerked back. Darren’s eyes were wide and dark, a little intense as he stared at me. We were both breathing hard.

I was aware of the crowd of people watching us, all of them silent, as if waiting for all hell to break loose.

“Well,” he said, sounding surprisingly calm, “I guess I underestimated how far you’d go to prove me wrong.”

“No,” I said with a shit-eating grin. “You just failed to realize that daring me to kiss a guy is no dare at all.” I leaned in close and whispered. “I like men, Darren.”

He gaped. “Wh-what?”

“I’m bi, and you’re a dumbass,” I said. “I guess you didn’t get the memo.”



About the Author

DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.


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Book Title: Playing the Player (Miami Piranhas, Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Beth

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood

Release Date: August 3,

Genres: Gay contemporary
sports romance

Tropes: Fake boyfriend,
bisexual awakening, friends to lovers

Themes: Found family,
trusting yourself, trusting others, finding confidence

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 91 000


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Center Logan Banks didn’t come to Miami looking for a best

He came for football and for a chance at
freedom—the freedom to live out of the closet.

But after a water main break, he lands an
unexpected roommate, the new Piranhas kicker, Dylan Leonard. Between practices, games,
and too many late nights on the couch, a best friend is exactly what he gets.

When Logan’s past rears its ugly head and
threatens to destroy the freedom he’s hoped for, Dylan becomes more than just a friend. He
becomes a lifeline.

But then their friendship gets incorrectly labeled as
something more, and Dylan shocks Logan by suggesting they play along with a fake

Logan knows it’s off limits to fall in love with Dylan.
He’s supposed to be straight, he’s his best friend, his roommate, and his teammate. But the
closer they grow, and the more he and Dylan fake falling in love, the more real it

The more real Logan wants it to be.

Making a play for love is the biggest risk he’s ever
taken, but he wants it all and he wants it with Dylan.


Dylan’s jaw dropped. “You’ve never seen Star

“Guilty as charged.”

“Well, first, we’re gonna remedy that ASAP,” Dylan
said with relish. “I can’t believe I get to pop your cherry.”

Logan froze, his hand still on the controller. “Uh,” he said.
“Hate to break it to you but that’s been done . . .”

But I could pop yours, that voice that didn’t want
to cooperate, inserted slyly. And now Logan was fucking thinking about it. A dark head,
between his heads, tongue flicking out uncertainly. A hand pressed to the middle of his
chest, as Dylan squirmed on his dick.

Stop. Do not cross Go.

“Your Star Wars cherry, silly,” Dylan said, laughing,
punching him lightly in the arm.

“Is that a thing?” If it was, then Logan wanted it to be Dylan
who did it. Logan wanted him to do all kinds of things.

It was a problem, even though he kept trying to pretend it

“Sure, it can be,” Dylan said, one of those quicksilver grins
lighting up his whole face.

“So why this game?” Logan asked, trying to pluck the game
from Dylan’s fingers, but he was too quick, and pulled it away. “’Cause it’s easy?”

“Well, it’s simpler, sure, but it also requires less hand-eye
coordination,” Dylan said, and Logan shot him a glare. But Dylan only laughed. “We’re being
honest here, dude. Set you on a football field, and you’d destroy most everyone, but with a
video game controller in your hands?”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Logan said with a resigned sigh. He grabbed
for the game again, and Dylan wasn’t quite fast enough this time, and when Logan got ahold
of it, he didn’t let go.

Yanked both it and Dylan over the side of the
couch, and Logan froze as the other guy landed basically in his lap.

He 100% did not mean to freeze. It wasn’t in his nature to

After all, they had a touchy-feely friendship. Logan had never
shied away from touching Dylan and vice versa. It worked for them.

But now he was in his lap.

And he wasn’t moving.

Logan could count every shade of green in Dylan’s eyes as they
stared at each other. His hand hovered right over Dylan’s back. He wanted to push him in,
pull him close, but no matter how touchy-feely they were, they weren’t in the
habit of embracing. Not like this.

Not with Dylan straddling him, not only wearing a pair of
athletic shorts each.

Then Dylan reached out, pressing a palm against Logan’s chest.
Right where his rose tattoo sat, right over his heart. Not pushing him away. Not using him to
get up. Just resting it there.

Like he couldn’t help it, he just wanted to touch.

You’re wrong. He doesn’t want to. Not like that. Not like
you want him to.

Logan opened his mouth to make a joke, but his brain was
empty, and nothing came out.

Dylan leaned forward a fraction. Licked his lips.

There was something soft and hazy and affectionate in his
gaze. Something curious.

And then he spoke. “Guess,” he said, voice low, “that your
reflexes really do suck, Banks.”

About the Author

A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with
her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just
as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first
foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope
springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.

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Book Title: Again: Fox Hollow Zodiac Novel 2–MM Shifter Romance Suspense

Author: Morgan Brice

Publisher: Darkwind Press

Cover Artist: Adrijus Guscia, cover wrap by Natania Barron

Release Date: July 5, 2022

Genres: Urban fantasy, MM shifter romance suspense

Tropes: Shifters, one true pairing (OTP), reincarnation, fated mates, mating bites, psychics, magic, curses, hurt/comfort, found family,

Themes: Long-distance relationship, having faith in each other, knowing you can depend on each other, navigating a new relationship

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 247 pages

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The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who’s not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time.


The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who’s not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time.

Lynx shifter Noah Wilson narrowly escaped being captured by the Huntsman. While recuperating in Fox Hollow, he meets his fated mate, wolf shifter Drew Lowe.

Noah has to return to Canada to finish filming his TV projects, so he and Drew visit when they can and come up with creative solutions to their long-distance relationship. Noah and Drew are sure they’re meant for each other and start making plans.

Drew’s dreams make him wonder if he and Noah are more than fated mates—could they be a true pairing, destined to find each other lifetime after lifetime?

Then Noah accidentally records a murder, and the killer is on his trail. Can he elude a master tracker and reach the safety of Fox Hollow, or will he and Drew have to wait to find happiness in another life?

Again is a thrill-packed MM shifter romance adventure full of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, one true pairing, reincarnation, sincere psychics, hunky mechanics, first responders, a sexy wildlife photographer, found family, and fated mates.


“I wish you could see this view in person—except for how cold it is.” Noah snapped a photo that didn’t do the colors of dawn justice, and sent it with his text to Drew.

He waited for a reply and realized Drew probably wasn’t awake yet. No one in their right mind is up at this hour.

He’d made the best of the cramped hotel room, knowing from experience to bring an extra blanket, good pillow, books, and power strips. Hotels never had enough outlets to charge his cameras. Fortunately, travel wasn’t a constant, but staying overnight to get the right light or have time to set up cameras happened fairly often.

Will that be a problem with Drew? Will he resent my photography? It’s a demanding job.

Noah cleaned his lenses and checked his batteries as he packed his day bag. Travel made it easy to find overnight company without entanglement, and he’d long ago grown tired of waking up alone. He’d had a serious relationship back in film school, which fizzled after graduation. There were a few boyfriends who lasted more than a month or two, but his irregular hours always ended up being more than anyone wanted to deal with for long.

Can it be different with Drew? We felt such an immediate bond—I’ve never had a connection like that with anyone. It’s like we’ve known each other forever.

“Of course. We’re fated mates,” his lynx reminded him, as if Noah could forget.

He smiled, thinking of their conversation that ended only a few hours ago. It wasn’t just the sex—although that was combustible in a way Noah had never experienced before. Everything took on a different light when it involved Drew. Talking about the trivial activities of the day wasn’t boring. Sharing a movie or even reading the same book and talking about their reactions now felt satisfying and fun.

I’m a Cancer—we’re protective and defend our family. Except I don’t really have any.

Noah didn’t have many living relatives. His father had vanished when he was young, and his mother died two years ago from a bad heart. He had a brother and sister, but they drifted apart, and Noah hadn’t heard from them in years. He wasn’t sure he even had valid addresses for them.

Drew is my mate. He’s my family now. And he has Russ and Liam and their friends. A pack. Someday, they’ll be my pack.

Clowder, his lynx sniffed. Lynxes have a clowder, not a pack.

Sounds like soup.

Clowder is not chowder, silly human. But we could vote to let Drew be an honorary lynx and join.

Vote? Who—you and me?

We are the only ones in our clowder now. It would be nice to add our mate—even if he is a dog.



I’ve fallen hard. And it should scare me. But it doesn’t. When I worry that he might not feel the same, I can’t breathe

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.

Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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Book Title: Captured
Cold Love, Book

Author: Scarlet

Publisher: Scarlet

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Release Date: August 8,

Genre: Contemporary small-
town m/m romance, crime/thriller

Tropes: Enemies to

Themes: Forced proximity,
hurt/comfort, angst

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 46 000

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“I’m not going anywhere
until I’ve slept in your nice warm bed. If you haven’t got an electric blanket, I’ll expect you to
warm me up personally.”


Who is the man with the gun? Friend or foe? Enemy
or lover?


I saw my way out and took it. I never dreamed it would be
complicated by someone as distracting as Gabriel.


I thought my cabin was safe in a snowstorm until
arrived. Shivering, blue with cold and armed with a gun. The hottest thing to ever happen to

Horror writer Gabriel’s worst nightmare is about to come

Alaska is home to Gabriel Black two months of the year
when he retreats to his isolated cabin to write. But with his relationship on the rocks, life is
treating him badly. He doesn’t think things can get any worse when a storm strikes, keeping
him snowed in, but he’s wrong.

His solitude is invaded by armed intruder Ethan, his origin a
mystery. Ethan is an enigma, a man surely on the run, maybe a dangerous criminal, but
Gabriel is drawn to Ethan’s broken spirit and damaged soul. Ethan is so much more than he
first appears and Gabriel wants to know what he hides.

Heat ignites between Gabriel and Ethan and the lines
between captive and captor soon start to blur. What secrets is Ethan keeping and will Gabriel
be prepared to risk all for him?

Trigger warnings: Scenes of violence and murder. Mentions of rape. Homophobic
language. Strong language and sexual scenes.


Dense, fat snowflakes fell from the dark sky. Caught by a
raging wind, they were whipped up into a vicious storm. Gabriel Black glanced out the
kitchen window into the night. He wasn’t too concerned about being snowed in. He had
plenty of food and the cabin was snug. It was par for the course here and conducive to his
work. He had a sentence whirling around and around inside his head like the snowflakes
outside. He tested it aloud, changing the words, listening to the sound on his

Gabriel cursed, startled out of his reverie as the toaster
coughed up two slices of blackened bread and the smoke alarm kicked in with an ear-
piercing shriek. He grabbed the key to the French window and fumbled a moment before he
yanked it open. A blast of freezing night air chilled him instantly to the bone. Shivering, he
waved a dish towel under the smoke alarm.

A flash of movement registered at the periphery of his
vision, black against the snow lying thick on the porch outside. Startled, he turned just as a
tall figure sidled through the window and levelled a gun at him.

Gabriel froze. Icy fingers crept down his back as he stared at
the man in his home. The intruder was in his late thirties, a couple of inches taller than
Gabriel and broader across the shoulders and chest. He wore a thin shirt, jeans and flimsy
canvas shoes, despite the weather outside being at least ten below. His untidy black hair was
wet with snow. His pale, attractive face was dominated by large green eyes. A few days’
worth of dark stubble lined his jaw. His lips and nose were blue and he trembled violently,
his teeth chattering together.

“Knock that off.” He raised his voice over the annoying shrill
of the smoke alarm.

Gabriel glared at him. He wafted the towel again and again
until the alarm shut off, leaving sudden silence broken only by the sound of the intruder
slamming the window shut and pocketing the key.

The two men faced each other across the kitchen. Gabriel’s
heart surged with terror. All the heat had deserted the kitchen after being open to the
elements of the frozen north for only a few seconds. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or cold that
made him shake. He looked down the barrel of the gun and wondered if tonight would be
his last. It was almost funny. He’d expected south central Alaska in the middle of a howling
snowstorm to be the safest haven you could find. Who could have predicted a half-dressed
man to suddenly hijack Gabriel’s perfect solitude? Who in their right mind was out in

He found his voice and spoke far more bravely than he felt.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The man stepped closer, right into Gabriel’s personal space.
His face was like stone, but still he couldn’t stop his shivering. “You don’t get to ask
questions. I want some dry clothes.” He prodded Gabriel hard with the gun in his chest.

Gabriel turned around. He led the intruder through the
living room. The crackling fire warmed him again. He reached the stairs and climbed on
wooden legs, wondering if he could turn suddenly and surprise the man, kicking the gun
from his hand. But his uninvited guest followed so closely behind him, their bodies were
almost touching and when he reached the top, Gabriel felt the gun digging into the small of
his back.

When they entered the bedroom, his guest gestured at the
wardrobe. “Come on. I want the thickest sweater you got.”

Gabriel chose some lounge pants and a hooded fleece-lined
sweater that he wore to chop logs for the fire.

“Underwear and two pairs of socks,” the man with the gun

Gabriel plucked the items from a chest of drawers. He
threw the lot into a heap on the bed and glared once more at the intruder. The guy didn’t
look remotely intimidated. If anything, he appeared amused.

“Stand over by the window while I change. Don’t even think
of trying anything because I swear I will shoot you in the head before you can

Gabriel positioned himself as directed so the man stood
between him and the door. He watched as the guy placed the gun on the nightstand. The
key to the kitchen window joined it. Then he pulled something from the back pocket of his
pants and laid them down too. A pair of handcuffs.

What the fuck?

About the Author

Scarlet writes mainly
contemporary m/m love stories that usually deal with dark themes. Her trope is enemies-to-
lovers and there’s often a hot cop thrown into the equation. She likes unusual settings and
atypical, flawed heroes. Her work is X-rated and her themes are not for the faint-hearted,
but a HEA is always assured.

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Book Title: Famine (The
Four Horsemen Book #3)

Author and Publisher: Sienna

Cover Artist: Reese

Release Date: August 29,

Genre: Dark M/M Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Second chance,
forbidden love, lovers to enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort

Length: 80,000 – 90,000

Heat Rating: 3 – 4 flames

It is not a standalone story. It
is the third book in the series and
must be
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A fallen angel with a broken heart. The third horseman
who rejected him. A love that can destroy them both.


Punished for choosing love over faith, the Archangel of
Kindness emerged from a century of confinement enshrined in darkness, a shell of his
former self. Rejected by the very Being for whom he sold his soul, the last threads of his
sanity were stripped away. He is now Lucifer, the King of Hell.

Famine’s choices have only ever caused suffering for those
he loves. He struggles with guilt, blaming himself for what Lucifer has become. He’s certain
keeping his distance is the only way he can ensure Lucifer falls no further.

But together or apart, on the same side or not, it doesn’t
matter. They are forever bound, forced to endure a never-ending loop of anguish. Betrayed
and surrounded by new threats, they find themselves relying on each other while battling
their own demons. But soon a choice must be made: allow their love to destroy them both
or embrace it before the world ends.

Famine is the
third book in the Four Horsemen series. This book is
not a standalone and must be read in order.

Content Warnings: Religious themes, extreme violence,
gore, and others.

Arachnophobia warning: There is also a dog-sized pet
spider named Paul who just wants to be loved.

This is a paranormal, second chance, lovers-to-enemies-
to-lovers, MM romance filled with snark and morally questionable characters. It ends with a
HFN and a mild plot cliffhanger.


“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Famine said, his
voice low. “You know something.”

“I know many things,” Lucifer said. He slowly circled Famine, his tail
dragging on the concrete behind him. It slid over Famine’s boots, scratching lines into the

Famine didn’t follow the movement, even when his instincts screamed
at him not to let Lucifer stand at his back. He had trusted Samael with everything in him, and
he wanted—wanted so badly—to be able to trust Lucifer, even though he knew it was futile.
Lucifer still loved him but that love had been contorted, turned to something dark and
nothing like the beautiful love they had once shared. He was just as likely to stab Famine in
the back as he was to kiss it. A deep, dark, twisted part of Famine didn’t care which one he
did, so long as Lucifer touched him. When Lucifer touched him with any kind of intent,
everything in Famine settled. The world righted itself, and the turmoil that he lived with
every day seemed less, more manageable.

Sharp nails slid across his back. They didn’t dig enough to draw blood,
but even through the fabric of his shirt Famine felt it. He flinched, even as warmth trailed
out from the places Lucifer touched.

“I have so many secrets, Famine,” Lucifer whispered. He pressed his
nose against Famine’s nape, breathing in deeply. Wet flicked across his skin—Lucifer’s

“I gather them, so you’re forced to come to me. To beg.”

About the Author

Sienna Moreau is a dark MM
romance author who likes to let the darker side of life come out to play. If you’re looking for
morally grey characters, snark, mayhem and steamy situations then you’re in the right

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