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A transgender witch
survives.

Blurb

Mira has survived climate change and social upheaval. She
lives in a deserted part of a small town in Iowa. Mother Nature has blessed her as have
many spiritual beings. Mira finds a partner and lots of friends. She takes on the cause of

Robot equality mostly because of her experiences as a transgender girl years ago. Due to
climate change the ocean is now very near her town. Mira is instrumental in helping her
community grow and evolve.

Excerpt

But all these thoughts just dissolved as they entered the
water. For awhile Mira and Septa stood on the edge of the water and sand and let the little
waves surge about their feet. Soon their feet were sunk in the sand.

“Why does the sand eat away from under my feet with the
water Mira?”

“That is the tidal action sweetie. Tides are more than that
little action however. They pull the water en masse out to sea and then bring it closer in.
Soon Angelica and Mixy will have to move their umbrella and towel as the water will be
lapping at their feet! You can see Mixy’s little castle is already in danger of wave
invasion!”

Septa glanced over to Mixy and her castle and laughed as
Mixy tried to keep the waves from destroying her creation.

“Maybe we should go and help poor Mixy?”

“No, she is learning about waves and the beach just like
you. Besides it’s time you got wet!”

Mira grabbed Septa’s hand and pulled her out into an
oncoming wave! Septa sputtered as she emerged from the wave breaking over her
head.

“My nose is full of water! It hurts!”

“That is the salt water. Don’t try drinking it!”

Then Mira realized bots did not drink water and paused for
a second. “Mira do you think it is OK if I swallowed some sea water?”

Septa had a desperate look on her face.

“It is OK Septa. I swallow it all the time. And my nose hurts
too when it gets into it. Best to keep mouth closed and breathe out a little when the nose is
covered in water. Why don’t we practice breathing out in the sea?”

Mira dipped her face into the water and made bubbles with
her nose. Septa did the same thing and came up rubbing her eyes.

“Now my eyes hurt!”

“Oh yes, remember to close your eyes in salt water! We will
bring masks and fins next time so you can open your eyes underwater.”

Mira and Septa spent a half hour playing in the shallow
water, dodging the waves and splashing each other.

“OK dear, it is time for your first body surfing!”

Mira and Septa held hands as they walked out into the
heavier surf. The waves looked so large close up! The waves came up as huge walls of water.
Septa noticed that the waves were in groups, starting off little and getting larger, and then
smaller again. One really big wave was coming at them.

“Now watch me closely Septa and then duck under the
wave!”

Both girls could feel the tug of water out to sea as the wave
came closer and closer. It was just about to break when Mira plunged ahead of it with her
arms above her head and her hands coming to a point. The huge wave carried Mira away!
Septa ducked under the wave and watched Mira get pushed into shore. She kept her head
down and her body straight and looked like a human fish! Soon Mira was swimming back
outto Septa.

“Your turn!”

“Oh Mira I’m afraid!”

“I will go with you. Just keep your eyes and mouth closed
and body straight. Everything will be OK. If you get into trouble just stand up! I will help you
if things feel too weird.”

Septa got low in the water. She could feel the tug
backwards as the wave approached. She glanced back at the towering wave high over her
head. She could see the very top was super thin and getting ready to break. Septa put her
arms straight over her head and pushed off with her feet. She remembered to keep her eyes
closed and breathed a small amount of air out of her nose. She could feel the wave catch her
and propel her forward! She felt the wave break on her back as she surged forward! All was
a tangle of water and foam and breakneck speed. But inside she felt calm, like this was
nature speaking to her through the water. She felt like a baby being cradled by mother
ocean! Septa kept her back and legs straight and felt like an arrow speeding to shore. She
could sense someone beside her in the water. Then she felt the water torrent ease up and
become shallow. Septa lifted up her head. She was already on the beach! She turned on her
side and there was Mira lying next to her. They looked at each other and began to
laugh!

About the Author

I have been writing short stories since my children asked for
them. My first was about a skunk family and their interaction with a pig! I suppose my grad
school experiences with art and English charted my course a bit. When I moved to Iowa from
North Carolina I missed the ocean so much I wrote a whole novel about it. About that time I
was studying the Ramayana and wrote a fairy story based on that. My first fairy friend was
Coleste, a fairy that inhabited my computer. She is still with me today. My grandmother
passed down many fairy stories and some knowledge she had inherited from her family. As
best as I can figure it my family was in America to escape the witch hunting in England. But I
could never be certain except for all the clues that were handed to me. Today I am truly
grateful for my spirit friends. They helped me snap out of a downward spiral when my son
died. To believe in fairies and spirits is not something I have to struggle with. It is something
that is just part of me.

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BOOK BLAST: “Bridge at the Beach” by Garrick Jones.

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Book Title: Bridge at the
Beach (A Clyde Smith Mystery
#4)

Author and Cover Artist:
Garrick Jones

Publisher: Moshpit
Publications

Release Date: April 12,
2024

Genre: Crime Thriller

Themes: Sowing one’s oats; Finding Mr. Right; Acceptance in community;
Historical fiction; Crime Fiction; Detective Fiction

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 134 000 words/ 392
pages

It is part of the Clyde Smith
Mystery Series, but does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Clyde’s idyllic afternoon in the surf with his mates is
interrupted by the news that there’s been a quadruple suicide in an apartment overlooking

the beach.

Two of the deceased are the parents of Barry Wilkinson,
one of Clyde’s childhood friends, a man he hasn’t seen since Clyde donned the khaki and left
for war. Wilkinson engages Clyde to discover the identity of a mysterious woman who has
been left a huge sum of money in his father’s will.

On the surface, what appears to be a straightforward case
evolves into a complex story of deception, lies, violence and murder. Relationships are
tested, new ones formed and Clyde discovers that those connections that seem unrelated
are closely linked behind a veil of secrecy.

The early summer of 1957 is a time in which Clyde nearly
loses everything he holds dear—his own life included—all because of two couples who died
while playing bridge at the beach.

Excerpt

My awareness of Harry’s arrival was having my swimming
trunks pulled down to my ankles then a grinning redhead surfacing between Mark and
me.

“Take your foot off my cozzies, Jones,” I said, trying not to
laugh and vainly struggling to pull them back on.

“Did he pants you?” Mark asked.

“Yes, and if it wasn’t for you, Mark,” Harry said, “I’d be
twirling them over my head and racing him to the beach.”

A large wave slapped us in the face; we’d been so busy
laughing none of us had spotted it.

“I’ve ordered a float for Mark,” Harry said to me. “Do you
think you could pick it up while I chat with my favourite dick?”

“Don’t take him out too far,” I replied, smiling at Harry’s
purposeful innuendo. Mark’s eye-roll was slight, but noticeable.

“I’m not totally clueless, Clyde. I know he can’t swim. I just
want to show him how to use the float and see if we can’t catch a few waves.”

“All right. See you in a bit.”

I put my shoulder into the next decent breaker and body-
surfed to the beach. I recognised the lad in charge of the float rentals. We locals called them
floats or floaters, but to visitors they were known by their brand name: Surfoplanes. The
long black rubber blow-up surfboard-type things were very popular with people from the
western suburbs who weren’t used to swimming in the ocean. They were very cheap: only
sixpence an hour to hire.

“How’s it going, Barney?” I asked. “I thought you were
working for my mate Craig at his pool these days?”

“Nice to see you, Mr. Smith,” he replied, his eyes fixed on
the front of my swimmers. “When are you going to wear those sexy yellow speedos I keep
hearing about?”

“You know I’m taken, Barney, and you get to see me naked
nearly every morning at the pool …”

“Yes, but somehow the way men fill out their cozzies and
imagining what’s hidden in them is far more alluring than the bare truth … not that you’ve
got anything to worry about on either count, Mr. Smith.”

I shook my head at his wink and was about to ask him
sarcastically how he knew what the word “alluring” meant when I heard someone call out
my name.

“Here, take your float, Mr. Smith,” Barney said. “I just need
to nick off for a second.”

It was when I turned that I understood Barney’s sudden
disappearance. “Hello, Clyde,” the policeman said.

“Gidday, Dave. What brings you down to the beach … and in
uniform?”

“Looking for D.S. Dioli. He told me this morning at work that
he was having a half day off and spending the afternoon at the beach with you and your
mate Luka Praz.”

“He’s in the water. Want me to get him for you?”

“Bloody hot day like this, I’m tempted to take my clobber
off and go fetch him myself.”

“Problems at work?”

“Yeah, bad one, Clyde. Four dead. Looks like a suicide
pact.”

I whistled softly. “Where?”

He turned and pointed to the north end of the beach.
“Baden Street, number five, top floor.”

“What, the Wilkinsons’ place?”

“You know them?”

“Sure thing, Dave. I hauled Sidney Wilkinson into the nick
countless times just after I first started. Petty stuff, mostly: handling stolen goods,
moneylending, associating with known criminals. He was the lowest of the low back then,
but out of the blue opened a jewellery shop up at Peter’s Corner and seemed to have gone
straight. Suicide? You said there were four dead?”

“I don’t know much about it yet. But the D.I. told me to
bring D.S. Dioli in; he wants him on the case.”

I snorted. Typical of Brendan, telling Mark to fuck off and
take a break because he was annoyed with him, next minute calling him into work by
sending a constable on the first half day Mark had taken in ages. Although Brendan was a
very close friend, when it came to business there were very strict lines never to be crossed
that sometimes challenged our friendship.

“Are we still on for tonight, Clyde?”

“Of course we are. Last revision on forensic procedures,
after which you’ll piss in your detective’s exam on Thursday morning.”

“What will I bring?”

“Just yourself. I’m cooking Moroccan food. Harry will be
home at half six—he’s in charge of dessert—and we’ll eat around half past seven if that suits
you.”

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one, Dave. But seeing I used to
babysit you when you were a toddler, I feel you’re part of the family. Now, I better go get
Mark.”

“Clyde …”

“Yes, mate?”

“There’s another personal thing I want to talk to you about
sometime. Can I take you out for a bite to eat or for a beer sometime?”

“Why not tonight over dinner? Harry’s
trustworthy.”

“I’d rather it be just between you and me.”

“Trouble with Katie?”

“Well … sort of, but as I said, it’s personal.”

“Any night but Wednesday, Dave.”

“Thanks, Clyde.”

As I ran down the beach with the float under my arm, I
glanced up over the north end. Had I not been looking for them, I may not have noticed how
many cars were parked outside number 5 Baden Street.

About the Author

From the outback to the
opera.

After a thirty-year career as a
professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all
over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central
Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQ University.

Brought up in Australia,
between the bush and the beaches of the Eastern suburbs, I retired in 2015 and now live in
the tropics, writing, gardening, and finally finding time to enjoy life and to re-establish a
connection with who I am after a very busy career on the stage and as an
academic.

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BOOK BLAST: “Reunion of the Three” by C.S. Harris.

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BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Reunion of
the Three

Author: C.S.
Harris

Publisher: A New Reality
Publishing

Cover Artist: Christopher S.
Harris

Release Date: February 29,
2024

Genres: Urban fantasy, epic fantasy, space opera, polyamory

Tropes: Lovers reunited after a long separation, heroes

Themes: Reunion, coming together, being free, being authentic, self-
discovery

Heat Rating: 2 – 3 flames

Length: 95 000 words/320
pages

It is not a standalone book. It
is book 1 in the Ring of Worlds series.

Book two is out on April 25, and book three this summer.

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Love, Longing, Great
Magic, and a Fat Orange Cat.

Blurb

Foreseeing the annihilation of Gaea by the Tèng Empire and
the demonic Sogma, Alexander Eldred and his allies, Imara Inanna and Sirenī Adamma,
marshaled their magic to thwart the calamity. Their triumph brought them back to their
homeland of Demurria, only to be sundered by a government edict citing their immense
combined strength as a threat: Alex is a magical prodigy and never forgets a spell once he’s
seen it written or cast. Imara hears the universe as a symphony and can control reality with
her voice. Sirenī is blessed with fatal beauty, a power so great it can compel into obsession
any who behold her.

After fifty years of enforced separation, compelled by a
fresh premonition, Alex challenges the mandate to reunify with Imara and Sirenī. This time,
the peril extends beyond Gaea, endangering the entirety of the Ring of Worlds, threatened
by a formidable necromancer’s dark influence. To prevent the spread of this malignant
corruption across myriad planets, the trio must reunite and elude the Unified Government’s
grasp, racing against time to safeguard the future.

Please note: The central narrative follows a group of main
characters engaged in a polyamorous relationship. Initially, the relationship comprises one
man and two women, evolving to include an additional man, forming a balanced quartet
where each individual shares a deep, equitable connection with the others. Although the
story is rooted in the genres of epic and urban fantasy, rather than romance, it includes
moments of intimacy that encompass a spectrum of orientations and identities, including
interactions among women, men, and supernatural beings such as vampires. Additionally,
the narrative features a secondary character who identifies as non-binary. The same gender
relations are blatant.

Excerpt

Barefoot, Alexander left the primary bedroom and walked
through the quiet halls of Eldred Manor. He descended to the first floor and passed the
library on his way to the workroom. Once there, he stepped through the large double doors
and shut them.

The room was massive and had Spaera Mystica—arcane circles
for conjuration—etched into the floor in varying sizes. He stepped over to a small one and
held out his hands with his palms facing up. An orange-red glow flared around them, and he
began to chant in his natal tongue.

Within moments, mist began to swirl above the sigils etched
into the floor. He continued to chant until a hemispherical dome flared into existence,
shimmering with striations of faint color like a rainbow. He turned his palms down and
changed his chant.

Now the ancient syllables of Darhavil rolled from his lips, and
mist filled the Spaera Mystica. Alexander finished his spell, dropped his hands to his sides,
and waited. It took several minutes for a figure to appear in the mist, insubstantial and
amorphous but irradiant.

“Alexander,” the figure said. The voice had a tremulous quality
but was easy to hear. “Why have you reached out to me?”

Alexander bowed his head briefly. “I apologize, Valas. I have
been feeling something, a sensation at the back of my mind. The only thing I could think to
do was contact you.”

The agglomeration of colors spun like fluid inside the mist-filled
hemisphere of the magic circle. The flashes of light occasionally suggested a beaked head,
wings, and a long, feathered tail. Alexander watched the manifestation patiently. Subtle
anxiety had been building in his mind, urging him to action.

“The patterns suggest an inflection point formed sixteen
million years before this moment. Beginning now, the probabilities unravel,” the figure told
him.

That was interesting information. Opaque but interesting.
What is the inflection point? Was it related to the events of my dream? Can I recover
them with a waking dream enchantment?

The Grade Five magic was only as reliable as the ephemeral
threads of the mind—so not very.

The sorcerer bowed his head again. “Thank you, Valas. I
appreciate your willingness to communicate with me.”

“You are welcome.” The figure began to dwindle; the light
faded at the edges into eldritch sparks that winked out as they drifted toward the floor. “I
would add one last thing: the time is upon you. You cannot wait.”

Alexander froze. “Are you certain?” he stupidly asked.

Valas Amris is a celestial being. Of course, it is
certain! he thought scathingly.

The figure faded until only the mist on the floor remained
within the Spaera Mystica, but Valas murmured one last sentence.

“Yes. Complete your work with Skawen’na’há:wi. You are
close.”

Alexander took a deep breath as the mist drained into nothing.
He released the magic circle with a snap of his fingers and stood there for a long time. His
thoughts were jumbled and raced in circles. He felt excitement, anticipation, nervousness,
and fear.

After several minutes of stillness, he stirred and turned from
the symbols carved into the floor. He retreated from the workroom and planned to return to
his bedroom. Instead, he detoured into the library and sat in his favorite chair. Around him
were more than a thousand books, including tomes, treatises, and grimoires. He looked at
them with unseeing eyes, wrapped in his thoughts. They ran to the two people he loved
most: Imara and Sirenī. He hadn’t seen them in a long time, but that was about to
change.

Once he finished his training, of course.

Alexander remained in the library until dawn. He blinked when
the sun shone through the windows and stabbed his eyes. Turning his head, he cracked his
neck and looked around. He’d contemplated and discarded a dozen plans in the few hours it
took for the sun to rise.

What is the best way to make contact? he
wondered.

Imara lived in Louden, Sirenī in Glendale. He drummed his
fingers on his thigh, brow furrowed. Nothing came to him.

Still, he left the library with a bounce in his step. In his heart,
he felt excited by what was coming. For almost fifty years, he’d had a lump of stone in his
chest, but now he felt it begin to soften and pulse once more.

About the Author

I’m an artist and author who’s
been crafting stories since my childhood. My debut series, ‘The Ring of Worlds,’ is inspired
by my love of high-fantasy and science fiction. When I’m not writing, I enjoy gaming,
reading, and exploring new worlds—real and imaginary.

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

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BOOK BLAST

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

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BOOK BLAST

Book Title: The Hot
Mess Prince

Author and Publisher: Emily
Spady

Cover Artist: Morganically
Sourced

Release Date: October 13,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

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

Themes: redemption, self-acceptance, family

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 57 795 words/ 205
pages

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

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

Blurb

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

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

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

Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You, er,” said Thibault.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right, but, what should I wear?”

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

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

“I thought so. Pour me another drink.”

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

“You owe me, Thibault.”

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

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

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

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

About the Author

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

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

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BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Facing the Curse

Author: Patrick Bryce Wright

Publisher: JMS Books, LLC

Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs

Release Date: December 2, 2023

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance, paranormal thriller

Tropes: Sexy neighbour, psychotic ex

Themes: Found family, surviving abuse, healing from trauma

Heat Rating: 1 flame

Length: 70 375 words/281 pages

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

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

Blurb

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

Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About the Author

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

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BOOK BLAST: “Caged Time” by Erik S. Meyers

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Post published:November 15, 2023
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BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Caged
Time

Author: Erik S.
Meyers

Publisher: Mirador
Publishing

Release Date: February 2,
2021

Genres: LGBTQ Jewish historical fiction

Tropes: Struggling to be yourself in a place/time that doesn’t really want
you

Themes: Coming out, being yourself

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 144
pages

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

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David Tarniss faces his
desire and his faith

Short Blurb

In 1930s New York, David Tarniss leads a quiet life as a cab
driver-too quiet. In reality he is hiding a dark secret, his homosexuality, something for which

he will pay dearly due to the unique circumstances of the time.

A fascinating, if disturbing, story about the challenges that
confronted gays (and Jews) in 1930s New York.

Long Blurb

In 1930s New York, Jewish immigrant David Tarniss leads a
quiet life as a cab driver—too quiet—In reality he is hiding a dark secret, his homosexuality,
something for which he will pay dearly due to the unique circumstances of the time.

Based on the author’s fictional interpretation of a family
tragedy, “Caged Time” is an attempt to explain how society can mold who you are and
significantly impact your life. The novel focuses on a small group of characters that all have
key significance in David’s life, the people that most affect what he does, how he thinks, and
how he lives. The setting of the novel is even more impactful as it plays out in the context of
a pre-World War II society haunted by the looming war. Most of the characters are Jewish,
bringing another angle to the events.

Whenever things seem to be moving forward, David faces a
setback. Whether being shunned by his brother when he reveals who he is, haunted by a
strange encounter with a friend, or being beat up when he least expects it, he’s always
taking two steps forward and one back. But he always seems determined to go on.

A fascinating, if disturbing, look at the challenges that
confronted gays (and Jews) in 1930s New York with a glimmer of hope at the end.

Excerpt

David hurried down Eighth Avenue, his usual brisk New York walk that his relatives often
scolded him about, saying he was being antisocial and not walking with them. Well, he just
walked fast; it didn’t have anything to do with being social or antisocial. He whizzed past
stores, restaurants, and coffee shops, full of people as they chatted with their friends on this
cool Saturday morning—summer at its weakest point with fall just around the corner. He
was content wearing his checkered coat, although a brisk wind came up countering the sun’s
warmth and he thought he maybe should have brought a scarf.

As he approached Union Square, that nervous, giddy feeling hit him, and he began to shake
from the thought of what was to come. Though he had tried to compose himself while on
the train and walking down the street, as soon as he got nearer to Child’s, his palms started
sweating and his pace quickened. Somehow he felt couldn’t help but feel ashamed about
being who he was and the thought of meeting with others of his kind, as it were, made him
shake. He really wanted to meet someone. His nerves often held him back. But not today!

I don’t have anything to be nervous about, David told himself. I come here every Saturday.
Today I just have a different goal in mind.

At that moment he arrived at Child’s, his favorite coffee shop, and peered in the window,
half expecting everyone to stop what they were saying or doing and turn their heads at him,
as if they were all waiting, watching. Of course, the thought was ridiculous, and no one did
anything of the sort. He slowly reached for the handle, staring more at it than the interior,
his heart beating rapidly and his fingers twitching in anticipation. Or is it fear? David
wondered.

Then, with a rush, he pushed open the door, strode inside, and quickly found a booth near
the door, which meant, like many of the other men inside, he was waiting, watching…and
hoping. The place wasn’t that big with only a few booths along the walls and several tables
in the middle, so David was happy to have the perfect vantage point.

About the Author

Currently in Austria, Erik
Meyers is an American abroad for years and years who has lived or worked in six countries
on three continents, the longest in Germany. I’m an award-winning author and
communications professional with 25 years of expertise in a variety of corporate roles.
Reading and writing are my passions, when I’m not hiking one of the amazing trails in Austria
or elsewhere.

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BOOK BLAST: “Behind the Headline” by Dariusz Alexander.

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Post published:November 14, 2023
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BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Behind The
Headline: A Gay Man’s Story of His Arrest

Author and Publisher: Dariusz
Alexander

Release Date: August 31,
2023

Genres: Contemporary memoir, non-fiction, true life account

Tropes: Police procedures, gay entrapment, criminal law

Themes: Depression, self-reflection, overcoming hard times, struggling
with sexuality, finding peace, maintaining dignity through integrity, equality
matters

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 75 pages

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

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

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Discover the captivating
journey of a gay man unraveling the truth in “Behind The Headline”.

Get ready to be moved,
inspired, and empowered.

Blurb

I was a successful gay police detective; good at my job,
content with helping others, motivated by a sense of justice and trust I held both with my

colleagues and ordinary people.
I always strived to be compassionate, diligent, and
friendly to people around me. My future was seemingly bright.

That was until one day in March. Within five seconds, I turned my life upside down. I got arrested and was put
through the criminal justice and media machine.

This is an authentic story of who I was and how I survived
the most difficult period of my life.

#TrueStory #EqualityMatters #EmpoweringRead #LGBTQ
#InspiringReads

Excerpt

I remember the coldness and tightness of the handcuffs
being strapped on my hands behind my back.

“Breathe” the officer said… I could feel my entire body
going numb, blood drained from my face and through the dried lips I muttered “You are
ruining my life” …

I wanted to die there and then.

I could hear the beeping of the activated Body Warn Video
Cameras of the two police officers. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and my
vision narrowed. Raindrops were falling on my head and as I looked around – the light
seemed strangely brighter. I was now removed from what was happening, but also strangely
present.

My past was flashing in front of my eyes. What looked like
millions of neurons were firing inside my brain as I helplessly tried to understand what was
happening.

Nothing would prepare me for what was about to unfold.
That morning I woke up a regular self, I shaved and showered, had my coffee and a toast…

In just a matter of seconds my life turned upside down and I
felt like I was just struck with a hammer to the back of my head. As I learned later that
figurative “hammer” would strike again over and over in the coming weeks and months.

I was just arrested at Hampstead Heath Park by a plain
clothes police officer.

About the Author

I was born in a small city in
central Poland. In November of 2004 I emigrated to the UK and initially settled in the North
of England before moving to London in 2006.

After years of struggling with
my sexuality, I was able to come out as a gay man – something I would have never been able
to do in Poland. For many years, I held a variety of ordinary jobs before a traumatic event in
March of 2023 forced me to re-imagine my future and take on the role of a writer. “Behind
The Headline” is my debut into the literary world written from the heart and with passion of
someone who was in the centre of his life being turned upside down.

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