RELEASE BLITZ: “Lonely Diner” by Dann Hazel.


Book Title: Lonely

Author: Dann

Publisher: The Original

Cover Artist: Josh Fippen;
Photograph by Cura Photography

Release Date: December 4,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Military Romance, Coming Out, Overcoming Adversity,
Second Chances

Themes: Dealing with Trauma, Gay in a New City, Forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 109 000

It is part of a series, but each
novel can be read as a standalone.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.


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Two conflicted military men. A longing for happiness. One
Lonely Diner, where people often search for a recipe for love. (The food is good there,


Two conflicted military men. A longing for happiness. One Lonely Diner, where

people often search for a recipe for love. (The food is good there, too.)

One man plays it straight. Another grieves over a lost best friend with

Everyone thought they were meant for each other. Lance, an Air Force
computer engineer, and Ryan, a former submariner in the Navy and now a military college
professor, are gay men blinded by the painful wounds of their past decisions. Both men are
ready for love. But because of their pasts, they’ve slammed the brakes on their desires.

Now thirty years old, a younger Ryan Ball decides he can be happy only by
conforming to social expectations. So what does he do? He decides he must have a wife and
kids. Though he acknowledges that he can never be straight, he is convinced that with effort,
determination, alcohol and erectile dysfunction meds, he can play the necessary roles.

Vikki, Ryan’s girlfriend in high school and now his wife, begs to differ.

At thirty-one, Lance Dingle falls for his best friend and roommate, Randy, a stunt
pilot who agrees to a friends-with-benefits arrangement. From Lance’s perspective, there’s a
spark in their arrangement that Randy denies. Then, tragedy strikes. Lance finds himself
alone and lonely, living with memories of Randy and an ever-expanding list of “what-might-
have-beens.” Finally forcing himself into the dating scene, Lance discovers that Mr. Right is
more elusive than he ever imagined.

Then, Callie Yenti, transwoman, drag performer extraordinaire and
entrepreneur, enters the picture. She owns the popular Lonely Diner and possesses an
uncanny insight into the workings of the heart.

Even the complicated hearts of her two hard-headed friends, Lance and

An HEA gay romance.

Trigger Warning: This novel includes scenes from a sexual assault
and a PTSD episode.


It was at this point—this question—that Ryan slammed
both hands flat against the table. He heard Diamond’s short scream and grimaced. He
lowered his voice. “Okay. Fine. The two of you want the truth? The whole truth? You’ll have
it, then.”

​He could imagine what Vikki would say. She would never
have advised handling his parents the way he intended now. ​

Ryan inhaled deeply. “For years now, I have denied a big
part of who I am. In my denial, I asked Vikki to make a sacrifice—a sacrifice of which she was
unaware for years—while I sorted my shit out. A fool’s way of avoiding the truth. It took a
stint in the Navy but finally, I did. I sorted everything out and realized I am gay. There. I said
it. And I said it without fear or shame.” ​

“Oh, dear God!” Mr. Ball’s voice boomed, echoing against
the walls of the dining room. “What kind of farce do you have in store for us next? That
you’ve fallen in love with a sailor, and with him, you intend to live happily ever after?” A
pause. Then: “Gay!” He spat out the word. “Another fad. Another trend. It’s not real. I’ve
known men who thought they were homosexuals, then after years of lying to themselves
passed, I discovered they were happily married with children.”

​“How many people have you told?” Mrs. Ball demanded.
“To what degree have you brought shame to this family?” And then, after a thought: “And
what about Vikki? Can you say with certainty that you’re really Diamond’s father? After all,
you’ve been at sea for months at a time.”

​“Wait just a minute!” Ryan’s voice exploded. “First, I must
say that your assertion is offensive—both to me and, I’m sure, to Vikki. Just because I’m gay
doesn’t mean I can’t perform sexually with a woman.” He turned to his father. “Which
probably is part of the reason why your gay acquaintances were able to pull the wool over
your eyes so successfully. Being gay is more than just sex, you know.”

​Mr. Ball glared at his son. “I am so fearful of what will
happen to this country when your generation takes the reins.”

​“Just—stop it! Just shut the fuck up! Both of you. I’m tired
of it. Tired of the bullshit.”

​The expression on both parents’ faces confirmed the fact
that their son had never spoken to them using this tone, these words. ​

Ryan lowered his voice to a subtle whisper. “What Vikki and
I are dealing with? Well, it’s our concern. No one else’s.”

​Then, a voice. Vikki’s voice. Coming from the doorway.
Diamond, still absorbed in her coloring activity in the family room.

​“Please understand. Both of you. I was able to handle your
son’s honesty. Was I deeply hurt when I discovered the truth? Yes. Of course. And I’m sure
you bear some hurt of your own. But you should not weaponize that hurt into anger against
your son. It’s important that you try to do what Ryan and I did. It took some effort, but it was
worth it. With open communication and a willingness to be accessible to one another, we
began to work things out. I know there are still challenges ahead of us, especially with our
little girl. That’s uncharted territory, to be sure. But Diamond is loved. By both of us. We will
still be a family, even when Ryan is in Florida and I’m here, in Virginia. We want both of you
to be a part of our family. But that’s not going to happen if the two of you can‘t see your way
forward to cultivate a little understanding.”

​To avoid escalating the situation even more, what Vikki and
Ryan did not say was that Mr. and Mrs. Ball would never see their grandchild again if they
could not surmount their anger, doubt and resentment.

About the Author

Dann Hazel has been writing
both fiction and nonfiction for more than twenty years.

Besides writing romance, he
has taught high school English and journalism, college psychology and human sexuality,
directed federal grants and worked as a therapist in a psychiatric hospital. His fiction genre
interests include thrillers, horror, literary and gay romance. He has published the Some Like
It Haute Gay Romance Series, including
for Dessert
, My Own Private Biscuit and
Lonely Diner.

Nonfiction works include
Witness: Gay and Lesbian Clergy Report from
the Front
and Moving On: The Gay Man’s Guide for Coping When a Relationship

Dann’s personal interests
include reading and writing, cinema, jogging, Broadway, keeping abreast of current events
and travel.

Currently, Dann lives in
Central Florida with his husband, Josh, and their American Eskimo canine,

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NEW RELEASE: “Get Frosted” by Amy Aislin.


Book Title: Get Frosted

Author and Publisher: Amy

Cover Artist: Morningstar

Release Date: November 21,

Genre: Contemporary m/m romance

Tropes: brother’s best friend, Christmas, rivals to lovers

Themes: A story about home and finding the place where you

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 58 000 words

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



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For years, Mik has wanted nothing more than to put coal in
Rudy Snow’s stocking.

As former pro hockey players, they’ve been rivals for years.

It started in Mik’s rookie season, when a reporter pitted him against his older brother’s best
friend. Rudy pushes Mik’s buttons like no one else, going out of his way to one-up him at
every turn.

Now they manage pubs in a small town that takes
Christmas to a level best seen in Hallmark movies, but not much else has changed. They’re
still rivals, this time pitting gingerbread martinis against pomegranate sangria.

But when they’re forced to work together to plan a special
holiday party, sparks ignite. Maybe it’s a bad idea to put coal in Rudy’s stocking after all.
They both might just catch fire.

Then again, what better way is there to stay warm on a cold
winter’s night?

Christmas Falls is a multi-author M/M romance series
set in a small town that thrives on enough holiday charm to rival any Hallmark


All books in the Christmas Falls series:
Nov 14: Grinch Kisses by DJ Jamison
Nov 17: Snowbody Loves Me by Jacki

Nov 21: Get Frosted by Amy Aislin
Nov 28: Silent Knight by Beth Bolden
Dec 1: Under the Mistle-Tome by Sammi

Dec 5: Clausing a Scene by Casey Cox
Dec 8: No Elfing Way by Hayden Hall
Dec 12: Ready, Set, Glow! by Rye Cox
Dec 15: Scrooge You! by Brigham



“You certainly know how to make a splash,” said a dry voice
at his elbow, shaking him out of his irritation.

And setting into motion a new kind of annoyance that
fizzled in Mik’s blood. “No one asked you,” he said to his brother’s best friend.

Rudy Snow raised one dark eyebrow, because
of course he could do that. When Mik tried, he ended up with both eyebrows at his

“It’s certainly . . .” Rudy cast his gaze around, taking
everything in. “Unique.”

“It’s majestic.”

“It looks like the Island of Misfit Toys. All you’re missing is a

Crossing his arms over his chest, Mik clenched his teeth.
“You’re not allowed to judge. You don’t even have a wreath on your front door.”

Rudy made a sound in the back of his throat, a rumbly
laugh that made the back of Mik’s neck itch. “Do you often happen to find yourself outside
my house, Miki?”

Mik’s stupid feelings went all gooey at the nickname. Or
maybe that was just hunger. “It’s on my way to work.”

“Sure. If you take the long way.”

God. Why did he have to be so annoying?

And hot.

And annoyingly hot. All dark-haired and dark-eyed and
scruffy-jawed, with a natural tan to his skin that perpetually made him look like he’d just
come from the beach. He stood a couple of inches taller than Mik’s five feet eleven. At a year
older than Mik’s thirty-one, Rudy was as fit now as he’d been when he’d played in the NHL,
even two and a half years post-retirement.

Mik had considered himself lucky to be drafted to his
brother’s team’s rival. With Mik playing for Washington and Josh playing for Pittsburgh, it
had given Mik the chance to step out of his brother’s shadow and assert himself as his own
person. And playing up the rivalry between their teams had been all sorts of fun at family

The problem Mik hadn’t anticipated had been

First, because Josh’s rookie year had been the gold fucking
star of rookie years, Mik had been instantly compared to him when he’d been drafted a year
later, forevermore casting him in the role of Josh Gilmore’s little brother.

Second, there was Pittsburgh defenseman Rudy Snow. And
Pittsburgh defenseman Rudy Snow wasn’t shy about checking his teammate’s little brother
into the boards during Mik’s first Washington versus Pittsburgh game.

“It’s no secret in the league that your brother and his
teammate Rudy Snow are good friends,” a reporter had said to Mik during the post-game
interview after that game. “What do you have to say to your brother’s best friend after that
check in the second period?”

Um, nothing?

He’d barely known Rudy. Plus, checking was what hockey
players did.

While both those things were true, that hadn’t been what
the reporter wanted to hear. So Mik had smirked and said, “That he better watch out. He
won’t get the jump on me again. In fact, next time, I’m going to swipe the puck out from
under him and score. Just wait and see.”

Mik had later learned that Rudy had responded to that with
a pithy, “He can try.”

And that was it. Instant rivalry.


About the Author

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

An unapologetic introvert,
Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with
readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to
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NEW RELEASE: “Scales & Stones” by Jessamyn Kingley.


Book Title: Scales
& Stone (D’Vaire, Book 40)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: November 9,

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 000

It is not a standalone story,
but does not
end on a cliffhanger.

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Sometimes it takes finding
love to appreciate the best parts of yourself.


Decades after leaving behind a king who attempted to sell
him for wizard experimentation, Lex D’Vairedraconis lives in a place filled with loved ones. At
Court D’Vaire, the dragon shifter has access to everything. He wants for nothing. But his lack
of purpose frustrates him. Surrounded by successful people, Lex can’t figure out how to
channel his energy. And he dearly wants to know why Fate hasn’t paired him with

Rutledge Blackstone is alone. As a gargoyle, he shouldn’t
live among humans, but he fears the many enemies hunting his kind. To survive, gargoyles
must separate. His parents, and even his twin brother, have left him in a house slowly
crumbling around his ears. To comfort himself, he records every happy moment in a
notebook, and waits for the day to add more memories to his treasure trove.

But the gargoyles aren’t being tracked by foes alone. The
new gargoyle rulers and their allies want to aid people like Rutledge. To his shock, the
Council of Sorcery and Shifters wants him to join, and he soon lands an invitation to the
renowned sanctuary at Court D’Vaire. Before he can decide whether to accept, he meets
Lex. Their attraction is instant, but Rutledge is anything but intrepid.

To build a life together, they must learn to love
unconditionally and find their true purpose in life.


In the days that had passed since Rutledge had first invited
Lex into his bedroom, they’d learned a little about what each of them liked. Rutledge didn’t
want to forget any of the things that drove them both delightfully crazy, so he listened to the
steady breathing of the dragon curled around him and slowly, incrementally, moved closer to
the nightstand. The last thing Rutledge wanted to do was wake Lex, despite the bright
sunshine coming through the glass doors that led to his balcony and the breakfast likely
waiting for them downstairs.

As carefully as he could, Rutledge pulled open the small
drawer and waited a heartbeat to ensure Lex was still snoozing behind him. Once he was
sure Lex hadn’t stirred, Rutledge grabbed a pencil and his current notebook. With a happy
sigh, Rutledge snuggled back into his pillow and adored the heavy weight of Lex’s arm across
his middle.

Rutledge decided to make a list of the things about Lex that
pleased him and jotted down the dragon’s penchant for keeping himself uncovered at night.
His pencil moved swiftly from line to line as Rutledge added Lex’s kisses and the way he
clearly stated what he wanted during their encounters.

Lex never failed to tug on Rutledge’s errant tresses.
Something about that simple gesture drove Rutledge out of his mind with lust. His balls
would be near to bursting, and that little yank on his hair would nearly make him blow his
load every single damn night. Following their incredible climaxes, Lex would hold him tightly.
He’d just pull Rutledge into arms where they lay and hug him close.

It added a level of sweetness and caring to sex Rutledge
hadn’t experienced prior to meeting Lex. Since they were mates and Rutledge genuinely
adored his dragon shifter, it made perfect sense. The feeling and scent of home would
overwhelm Rutledge, and if he wept a tear or two of happiness, that was his

Rutledge had pursed his lips and was wondering how best
to describe Lex’s cock when the discordant sound of a cellphone startled him so badly, he
nearly dropped his pencil.

“Mine or yours?” Lex asked, his voice roughened with sleep
as he reached over Rutledge to slap at the nightstand.

“Yours,” Rutledge said, trying to shove his notebook under
his pillow so Lex wouldn’t figure out he was making a list about their steamy nights and

Lying there stiff as a board, Rutledge wondered how to get
the notebook in his hand closed and into the drawer before Lex figured out what he was

“Hmm, what is Worth up to now?” Lex muttered.

Eager to discuss anything besides his own relentless need
to document everything, Rutledge injected levity into his voice. “Why, what did he

A hand landed on Rutledge’s hip, and a tender kiss was
pressed to his shoulder. “You okay? What’s wrong?”

“Why do you think something’s wrong with me?”

“Because your voice just reached the highest octave I’ve yet
to hear from you, and you squealed pretty loud when I licked your balls last night,” Lex
drawled. “And you’re tense. Did something happen? Was it something I did?”

“No,” Rutledge replied immediately and flung his pencil
onto the floor as he rolled to face a worried Lex. There was an imprint from the pillowcase
on his cheek, and for once, Rutledge wasn’t the only one with wild hair, but Lex was still
stunningly sexy. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“That was your pencil hitting the floor, wasn’t it?”

Rutledge couldn’t help the color rising to his cheeks. “I was
making a list.”

“What I don’t understand is why you keep trying to hide it
from me,” Lex said softly as he swept a wayward lock of hair away from Rutledge’s eye. “You
can write whatever you want in your notebook.”

“I know,” Rutledge murmured, his gaze landing on Lex’s
deliciously naked chest. The dark hair there was impossible to resist, so Rutledge rested his
palm on that solid muscled wall to enjoy the feel of it against his skin.

“So, why are you throwing pencils and trying to shove your
notebook under the pillow?”

“This was a different kind of list, and I guess I was

“Was this a dirty list, Rutledge?”

Hearing the smile in his voice had Rutledge shifting to kiss
Lex’s upturned lips. “It was.”

“Want to read it to me?”


Lex chuckled. “Fine, be mean about it. Come take a shower
with me. Worth wants to talk to us, and if we don’t hurry, we’re going to miss breakfast. You
were so absorbed in writing your sexy little list that you let me sleep in too late.”

“It’s Saturday, and you were obviously tired,” Rutledge
protested as Lex shoved the comforter aside and they peeled themselves out of the tangled
sheets to bathe.

“Good thing it’s the weekend or you would’ve been late for

“Why would I be late?”

Lex snagged Rutledge’s hand and led him into the
bathroom, where he turned the shower on. Thankfully, the water heated quickly because
Lex urged Rutledge in and slid the glass door shut behind them.

“Because I can hardly be expected to scrub you clean
without playing a little,” Lex said, crowding Rutledge into the wall and pressing his body
close. “And I don’t think either of us can resist a few kisses.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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Book Title: Touch in the

Author: S. J.

Publisher: Pride

Release Date: November 7,

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Vampire, BDSM, Single Dad, Billionaire

Themes: Self-worth, self-acceptance, overcoming prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 85 673 words/344

It is Book 1 in the ‘Blood and
Bonds’ Series. Books 2 & 3 due for release in 2024

This book does not end on a



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Jesse Truelove never felt a
part of his own family. But can a vampire really give him a new one?



With a criminal record, no steady job and a penchant for
kink, Jesse Truelove has spent most of his life feeling like an outsider. He tells himself it

doesn’t bother him, that he never needed human connections anyway.

Now the Undying Baron, Emory Von Magnusson, a
vampire—or, to use the modern term, ‘haemophile’—has reclaimed his ancestral home
north of Jesse’s hometown, and the human population isn’t sure how to react. Jesse knows a
thing or two about what it’s like to be misjudged, so he keeps an open mind. But when a
bungled break-in at Emory’s home brings them face-to-face, Jesse finds it’s much more than
his mind that’s stimulated.

However, building a relationship with an undead blood-
drinker was never going to be straightforward, especially when that undead blood-drinker
reveals he wants a family.



“This is about last night.”

“Yeah,” Jesse rasped. “It is…” Magnusson didn’t move or
speak, but Jesse thought he saw warmth gathering in his eyes. “So we don’t talk about it. Is
that it?”

“I’m more than happy to talk about it.”

“It was…something.”

“It was. Something you enjoyed, I think.”

Jesse’s skin rippled. “Where did it come from, huh? You
don’t even know me.”

“I know you’re not regretting it, Jesse. Why are you
pretending you are?”

Jesse frowned. “You think you know what I’m

A small smile turned up the corners of the full lips.
“Humans don’t realize how little of what they feel is secret. It broadcasts, like a beacon. It’s
one of the things that makes you so fascinating.”

“Whereas you feel nothing?” he said, putting the glass on
the table with more force than was necessary.

“That isn’t true.”

Jesse made a noise of frustration. “So, what? What was last

“Has no one ever cared about just what you need

“You jerk off all your employees if they have a bad

“No,” he said, smile warming, “just you.” Jesse went very
still. His heart was slugging in his chest. Magnusson bent close and inhaled. The air brushed
over Jesse’s temple. He shivered. “I’ve upset you.”

“You haven’t upset me. I’m not a kid.”

Magnusson gazed down at him. “I’m sorry. I thought I knew
what you wanted.”

You did. More than any other guy I’ve ever known…but
you’re not human. Just my luck.

Jesse kept his mouth firmly closed over the words, not
wanting to admit them, even to himself. Instead, he said, “I just don’t get…why?”

“You won’t believe the answer to that question until you’re
able to answer it yourself,” he said. “But I can see what I did has made this difficult.”

“You’re my boss…”

He blinked once, slowly.

So he does blink.

“I currently employ you. That is correct. But after last
night…and considering the way you looked at me when we first met…” He paused. Jesse
held his breath. “Forgive me. You are a fascinating human. And my instincts told me there
was more to your interest than professional curiosity.”

Jesse looked away.

“I’m sorry,” Magnusson continued after a moment. “It has
been a very long time since I understood the nuances of human emotion. I sometimes forget

“No kidding…Sir,” he added after an awkward

“I think you really had best start calling me Emory.”

Jesse’s skin heated. “Okay…Emory.”


About the Author

S.J. Coles is a Romance writer originally from Shropshire, UK.
She has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to read them. Her biggest
passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.

She finds writing
LGBT/paranormal romance provides many unique and fulfilling opportunities to explore
many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation,
emotion and sexuality.

Among her biggest influences
are LGBT Romance authors K J Charles and Josh Lanyon and Vampire Chronicles author Anne


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NEW RELEASE: “Light from the Grave” by Sara Dobie Bauer.


Book Title: Light from
the Grave

Author: Sara Dobie

Publisher: Carnation Books

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Release Date: October 24,

Genres: Paranormal M/M romance

Tropes: witches, anti-hero, age gap

Themes: grief, mental health, redemption, family

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 94 000 words/374

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


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I’m what nightmares are
made of, but I’m not sure who’s more dangerous: him or me.


In the world of witches, Keller Rex is a legendary
monster—a dark sorcerer with a gift for suffering. He has long been the protector of the
Zayne coven and their ancestral home in Charleston, South Carolina. When the family

matriarch, Vivian Zayne, dies under mysterious circumstances, he is tasked with finding the
only person who can open her sealed Book of Shadows: the son no one knew she

Dylan Quinn has never bothered to figure out why cats
follow him everywhere, but it’s been that way for as long as he can remember. After the
unexpected passing of his adoptive mother, he had to make a new home for himself in small-
town Ohio. Things have been quiet ever since, but lately, there are strange voices in his
dreams and a sense of being watched.

When a striking Southern gent appears in town, Dylan
welcomes the distraction. Keller is handsome and charming, but Dylan can tell there’s
something else, something eerie about him. And he discovers he’s right, as Keller goes from
being Dylan’s seducer… to his abductor.

Now back in Charleston, Dylan’s newfound family is
shocked when it’s discovered his magical affinity is for death itself. Despite his fears, he’ll
need to learn to control his terrifying powers in order to open the Zayne Book of Shadows.
He also needs to keep his coven safe, and time is running out. The estate’s protective wards
expire on Halloween, and power-hungry witches from all over are ready to pounce.

While Dylan’s awakening darkness threatens to overwhelm
him, Keller finds himself confronted by feelings he thought long dead. Keller will do anything
to protect his young necromancer and open Vivian’s Book of Shadows, but the Zaynes are in
for a surprise when Dylan resurrects someone he shouldn’t.


Dylan stood by his kitchen island drinking a glass of water
and froze at the sudden arrival in his home. Keller moved with inhuman speed. He appeared
right in front of Dylan, who gasped and dropped his glass, which shattered on the wooden
floor at their feet. Taking hold of Dylan’s shirt, Keller shoved the smaller man against the

“What are you?”

Dylan’s chin trembled. “What?”

Keller clenched his teeth. “What are you?”

“I-I don’t understand, but I’d really like you to leave

Keller let go of Dylan. He chuckled and paced halfway
across the small apartment and back. He was tired of playing games, tired of trying to work
his magic on someone who seemed impervious to his influence, so Keller chose truth. “Your
family is waiting,” he said. “Long story short: your biological mother is dead. She was a bitch
who won’t be missed, and there is no time to spare. Several lives depend on you, so we
need to go. Now.”

“What the fuck, man?” His words shook. “I don’t know who
you think I am, but my biological mother died giving birth to me. That’s why my adopted
mom agreed to give me her family name.”

“Zayne,” Keller said.

Dylan took a startled step back and again rammed right into
the fridge. “How do you know that?”

“Because your biological mother did not die giving birth to
you. She died a week ago.”


Keller snorted. “That’s up for debate.”

“I don’t—”

Keller held up a hand between them, a silent but visible
order for Dylan to listen. “Your biological mother’s name was Vivian Zayne, and she was a
very powerful witch. We, as her coven, didn’t know you existed until the reading of her will.
Imagine our surprise.”

Dylan’s eyes widened. “What?”

“You come from a family of witches.”

“Witches aren’t real.”

“Are you sure?”

Dylan didn’t look sure of anything. He looked like a
frightened child.

Keller leaned his elbows on the kitchen island. “How long
have cats been following you?”

“They’re just … cats,” Dylan said. “They follow

“They follow you. How long have they been following you?
Your whole life, I assume.”

Dylan glanced at the row of cats watching from his
bedroom doorway.

“We call them familiars.” Keller clicked his tongue and
stood. “Now, you may continue to have an internal crisis on the drive to Charleston. You’re
coming with me. You don’t have a choice.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” He reached for the
chain around his neck—a nervous tic Keller had noticed before—but his fingertips found

With that, Keller leaned his head back and roared with
laughter. He didn’t have much time to enjoy his dark amusement though, because even if
Dylan didn’t believe in witches, he did believe in that necklace.

When the boy charged for his bedroom, Keller sprung into
action. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s upper body and held him captive against his
chest, but Dylan still struggled against him, struggled to reach the necklace Keller saw
hanging on the lamp by Dylan’s bed.

Keller spoke with his lips against Dylan’s ear. “All you had to
do was wear that necklace, and I couldn’t control you. What a day to forget to put it on,

In his arms, Dylan gave up fighting but did tremble with
silent tears.

“Shh,” Keller whispered. “I’ll only hurt you if you make

Dylan started shouting. He called out for help, but Keller
covered his mouth with his hand and subdued his screams. The dampness of Dylan’s warm
breath mixed with the saltwater of his tears against Keller’s palm.

Then, something strange happened. Keller found himself
thrown backwards. He landed with a thud against Dylan’s bedroom wall. Dylan was no
longer in his arms. Dylan was also no longer screaming. Keller, recovered from the invisible
attack, raised his head to find Dylan standing in front of him—Dylan, but not Dylan. His eyes
had gone black, just like they had in the coffee shop. Tiny black veins appeared around his
eyes and spread down his cheeks.

Keller stared in wonder while cats hissed from Dylan’s
windowpane but came no closer. “There you are, gorgeous,” Keller said.

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Bestselling romance

Bisexual witch.

Feminist. Pro-choice. Anti-

Timothee Chalamet

Horror movie

Vampire mermaid in a past

Sara Dobie Bauer somehow
survived her party-hard college years at Ohio University to earn a creative writing degree.
She lives with her precious Pit Bull in Northeast Ohio, although she’d really like to live in a
Tim Burton film.

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Author and Publisher: Ace

Cover Artist: Cormar

Release Date: October 25,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Forced proximity, opposites attract

Themes: Captive romance, billionaire romance, sexual awakening, one-
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Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 63 000 words

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Sold. Collared.




Michael Kreed is a wealthy man with the world in the palm
of his hand, and he’s looking for a new pet. What he craves comes in the form of Hunter, a
young man with a gorgeous, lean body, an attitude, and a determination not to yield.
Michael wants to keep Hunter unbroken, but is it worth pursuing a relationship with his new


Hunter’s life changes forever when he is sold at an auction
to a sophisticated, handsome billionaire named Michael. Collared and made into his pet,
Hunter resists his owner and craves to have his freedom and old life back. But is the new life
that Michael is offering him better than the only one he’s ever known?

Content Warnings: This book contains explicit
M/M sexual content and includes kidnapping, a human auction, involuntary collaring,
spanking, chipping, restraints, and the use of a Taser. Reader discretion is



Michael moved in closer, and Hunter shut his eyes. The only
two things he could focus on were Michael’s fresh cologne and the feel of the collar as
Michael put it on around his neck.

Hunter opened his eyes when he sensed that Michael had
moved away.

A small smile spread across Michael’s clean-shaven face as
he observed Hunter with his piercing blue eyes. “That’s better. I knew a collar would look
stunning on you.”

Hunter stared, horrified. Letting Michael put the collar
around his neck was an act of submission. And Hunter
hated it. He hated Michael for buying
him and forcing him into something he didn’t want to be a part of. It was clear to Hunter by
the way Michael had spoken to him that he was the type of man you didn’t say no to. The
type of man that got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

That only fueled Hunter’s anger toward him.

But he was also confused. What did a man like Michael
want from him?

Questions ran rampant in Hunter’s mind. His mouth was
painfully dry, and he felt a headache coming on. The silence and those eyes on him,
watching him … it was all too much.

“Where are you taking me?” Hunter finally managed to

“To my home. I’m sure you will come to like it.”

Why did it matter whether Hunter liked it or not? He was
being taken against his will.

“I want to know where exactly. I’m still in the States,
right?” Hunter asked.

Michael’s gaze wandered over Hunter’s body before settling
on his face, making Hunter’s skin grow hot.

“We are still on home soil, my dear pet,” Michael said,
purring the last word and making Hunter’s stomach flutter with a mix of emotions. Disgust.
Fear. Anger. It all balled into one and consumed his entire being, making his body

“You have a lot to learn, but that will all have to wait until
we get home,” Michael said.

Just the state he was in—sold against his will, wearing a
straitjacket, and forced into a collar—made Hunter realize that he was at the mercy of a
complete stranger. Michael clearly was a wealthy man, and if he had money, then he surely
had power.

It all proved that Hunter had no control over what
happened to him next. What would Michael do to him? What would Michael
make him do? The sheer realization of his predicament sent a spike of panic through his
entire being. Feeling sick to his stomach, Hunter breathed harder. He felt like he was
suffocating, and no matter how much air he tried to gulp in, it still wasn’t enough.

Hunter looked away and closed his eyes. Swallowed once,
twice, but saliva refused to fill his parched mouth and throat.
Fuck. Was he going to throw up?

“Calm down, Hunter. Breathe,” Michael said.

All Hunter could think about was what type of freaky shit
awaited him. Was Michael going to make him his personal sex slave? Was he going to force
him to star in porno films?

When a hand settled on his shoulder, Hunter startled and
gasped for breath. He opened his eyes and stared at the man who had stolen his life from


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Fawn writes sometimes dark and always steamy contemporary M/M romance featuring
mafia and billionaires.

An avid
reader of M/M romance, she loves books about D/s relationships, the enemies-to-lovers
trope, and the forced proximity trope, and tends to involve these themes in her own


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Author and Publisher: Beth

Cover Artist: The Book
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Release Date: October 25,

Genre: Contemporary MM sports romance

Tropes: bad boy reformed, forced proximity, fake boyfriend, roommates
to friends to lovers

Themes: found family, trust issues, mental health, love versus

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 100 000

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Carter Maxwell knows he’s a screwup. Four teams in three
seasons tells the story, as much as he wishes it didn’t.

But finally, he’s landed in a good place, where he
likes the team and the team actually likes him. Even the Condors’ current rebuilding mode
suits him. There’s a new owner. New coach. New players. New rules.

But one rule hasn’t changed: don’t seduce your agent-appointed c*ckblocker.

Ian Parker agrees to live with Carter and keep him
on the straight and narrow for one simple reason: Alec, the agent in charge of cleaning up
Carter’s reputation, has promised him something Ian wants very, very badly.

Even more badly than Carter naked above him and
below him and next to him.

A chance for Ian to become an agent.

But Ian didn’t take into account just how persuasive
Carter is—or just how desperately he desires to be persuaded. Or how, while spending time
with Carter, they’ll somehow stumble into a fake relationship that begins to feel all too

It doesn’t matter that Carter’s never fallen in love
or that he’s never been in a
real relationship. It doesn’t matter that
Ian’s risking his future as an agent.

He’s determined to score the impossible and
reform the bad boy—only after encouraging Carter to misbehave one last time. But this
time, only with him.


“Wait a sec,” Ian said, standing too, but reaching out
and casually catching Carter’s arm. “I know this is going to be awkward, me being around all
the time. I just wanted to acknowledge that, first off.”

“Is it?” Carter really hadn’t thought much about it;
honestly, he’d been too busy trying to figure out how to get around rule number

“Well, yeah, in my experience it is. Most people who
run into us together are going to want an explanation. Your friends. The players here. The
coaches. The staff. Anyone you meet.”

“And what? I shouldn’t tell them why you’re really

“I’m…” Ian hesitated again. “I know what my previous
clients and I would do. We’d discuss ahead of time what role I’d be playing. Often, since I was
in LA, they were well known, so it was easy to pass me off as a personal assistant or a friend.
But here—”

“Nobody’s gonna have a personal assistant around
them all the time,” Carter said. “Especially not me.”

Ian looked surprised again.

“What,” Carter retorted, “I’m not an idiot,

The frost in Ian’s expression melted a little more.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you were.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” Carter said wryly. “Why
can’t we just tell people what you really are?”

“You’d be okay with that?”

Carter realized with a jolt that the person who was
really worried about this wasn’t him, the way Ian was concerned about, but Ian

Wasn’t that interesting?

“It’s hardly like people don’t know my reputation,”
Carter said.

“Oh. Alright. Well, that’s your choice.”

“We can just say you’re my

“If that’s the word you want to use,” Ian

But as they walked out of the conference room,
Carter couldn’t shake the feeling that Ian was the one who was preoccupied with not
only what to call himself, but maybe even what kind of position he’d be occupying in Carter’s

As they walked down the hall, and Carter pushed the
down elevator button, to take it to the lower level and the team cafeteria, Ian turned to him
and said, “Well, you getting shut down by half the team is pretty good news for rule number

Carter rolled his eyes. “Not when I could go to the
Pirate’s Booty or any other bar or restaurant or coffee shop in the city and find someone to
pick up in point five seconds.”

“Modest, much?”

“Listen, you wanted honesty, that’s the honest truth
right there.” Carter had sex because it was easy, yes, and it also helped stem the tide
of his temper. Maybe if sex had been harder for him to come by, he’d have found something
else to use.

But sex was easy, for him, so sex it

Or at least it had been sex.

Carter mournfully poured one out for all the great sex
he wasn’t going to be having in the next few months.

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 has published
over forty novels and novellas.


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Book Title: Recalling My
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Author and Publisher: Colette

Cover Artist: Charli

Release Date: October 19, 2023

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Age gap, Daddy kink, human and demon

Themes: acceptance, trust

Heat Rating: 3.5/4 out of 5

Length: 45,000

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I’m told Nethermire
House is haunted, but the truth is even stranger.


Nethermire is home to an eccentric 80-year-old and the
young man she claims is her great-nephew.

Except he’s not.

He’s a demon.

Brin’s chaotic, bratty ways draw me to him. When he calls
me Daddy, I’m a goner. I want to protect him, take care of him, and call him mine.

But when he gets summoned to hell, our happiness is

Can I recall him to my side, or will I lose him

Recalling My Demon is a standalone MM paranormal romance in the Possessive Love multi-author
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“Nurse Ian.” He raises his thick, dark brows a fraction, his eyes
sparkling as he smirks. “Mo—Martha has told me all about you.” His voice is soft, light, and

“You’re her grand-nephew?”

“Brin.” He flicks his gaze over me. “You are gorgeous.”

I take a half step back. “Uh—”

“I shouldn’t have said that, should I?” He runs his thumb over
his bottom lip. “I’d apologise, except it’s true. Hm, you are one gorgeous man.”

So is he. I swallow, needing to maintain my composure and
remain professional. “Martha is through here.” I gesture to the lounge.

“She likes that room. Have you seen the rest of the house? I
could give you a tour.”

“No, I haven’t.”

Brin flounces into the house, kicks his boots off, and wanders
into the lounge. I follow in his wake. He leans down to kiss his great-aunt on the forehead,
grabs a cake off the plate, and sits in a chair with one leg looped over the arm. He peels the
case away from the cake and takes a big bite. Crumbs drop onto his chin, so he flicks his
tongue out to lick them off.

“Ian is here to do my welfare check,” Martha explains.

“I guessed.” Brin stares at me as he devours the rest of the

I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Don’t let me stop you from doing your job. I love watching a
man in uniform work.” He winks.

“You’ll have to forgive him. My grand-nephew is a terrible flirt,”
Martha says.

I scrabble to get the blood pressure monitor out of my bag and
kneel beside Martha.

“A man in uniform on his knees. Sexy.”

“Brin,” Martha says, her tone not as sharp and short as I’d
expect for a true admonishment.

“What? It’s true.”

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Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she
met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually
led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England
with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.

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