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A sweeping gay romance blending second chances, small-town charm, ancestral secrets, and a love powerful enough to heal generations.

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When Austin attorney Charles Towne-Landon learns he has inherited the historic Chadwick House in Tansy Hollow, America’s Gay Mecca, it feels like fate offering him a second chance. Overlooked for partnership and disillusioned with big-city politics, Charles is ready for something more—more purpose, more belonging, maybe even more love.

Then he meets Dr. Guy Archambeau at the Tansy Hollow Opera House.

Their connection is instant. Electric. Unmistakable.

Within weeks, Charles leaves Texas behind to open his own law practice and build a new life in the charming Southern town. With Guy only a short drive away, the future looks brighter than it ever has
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But Chadwick House has secrets.

A mysterious fruit basket appears inside locked doors.

A Gaelic lullaby drifts down from the attic at 3:33 a.m.

The scent of bergamot and lemon lingers in empty rooms.

And a violent vision from the nineteenth century begins to unravel a tragic chapter in Charles’s own bloodline.

As Charles and Guy dig into the house’s hidden archives, they uncover the story of Angus Chadwick—murdered for loving the wrong man—and the woman who refused to let hatred be the final word.

But someone else is watching.

Someone who believes the Chadwick legacy should have been his.

With danger closing in and a restless spirit guarding the house, Charles must decide what kind of man he wants to be: one who runs from the past—or one who stands his ground and protects the love he’s found.

In Tansy Hollow, history doesn’t just echo.

It demands justice.

Works Like a Lavender Charm is a sweeping gay romance blending second chances, small-town charm, ancestral secrets, and a love powerful enough to heal generations.

Some houses are haunted.

This one protects its own.

Excerpt

“Malbec, please,” he said with a smile to the volunteer. He paid her the exorbitant price for red wine in a plastic cup and gave her a generous tip, to boot.

Slowly, he moved into the majestic lobby area, cradling his cup of wine like a security blanket. He sipped, then moved toward an interesting piece of artwork hanging along a wall close to one of the double-door entrances to the theatre. He looked at the piece intently, as though studying it, absorbing it so that he’d never forget. And yet looking engaged did nothing to combat his deep feeling of loneliness. A man shouldn’t go to a venue of great social expectations in a strange community where he knows no one. No matter the import of the play, or the playwright, the event was an alienating reminder of how lost he was in his murky life.

How lost he had always been.

Curiously, he felt a strong sense of being scrutinized. He looked to his right and saw only a heterosexual couple pretending to be interested in a portrait when they were really waiting impatiently for the play to continue.

Then, he looked to his left, only to meet the gaze of another man, approximately his own age, also standing before another painting. The man was roughly six feet away from him.

The attractive gentleman smiled and nodded a silent greeting. He edged his way toward Charles.

“My name is Guy Archambeau,” he said, pronouncing his first name as Gwee. “And you, my friend?”

“Charles. Charles Towne-Landon.” He cast a good-natured warning glance at Guy. “Don’t start. I know how affectatious it sounds.”

Guy pursed his lips together. “Not at all, Charles. I like your name. There is a certain—dignity—about it.”

“Are you visiting from France?” Charles blurted out.

“Non,” Guy replied, his eyes glistening playfully. “I’m originally from Quebec, Canada. But I’ve lived in the States since I enrolled in medical school at Washington University School of Medicine. Now I live not far away from Tansy Hollow. In Green Valley.” He shrugged. “But Charles, I’m sure you know of it, no?”

Charles smiled. “Actually, I don’t. I’m from Austin.”

“Ahhh. I see. Texas. Where everything is bigger. But my friend. Are they better? That’s the crucial question.”

“Well, for the sake of honesty, I’m not originally from Texas. I practice law there. Originally, I grew up in Virginia.”

“Still, Austin. You have traveled a long way to see a play, my friend.”

Charles felt an attraction for Guy. Who wouldn’t? He was dark complected. His hair was black and shiny. His eyes mysterious and dark. And was there any sexier an accent than a French one?

“Well, the play is actually a delightful happenstance. I’m in Tansy Hollow on a matter of personal business—which I won’t bore you with.”

Guy edged even closer to Charles. Their elbows touched briefly. “I’m certain you could never bore me.”

Charles’ face reddened with pleased embarrassment—the same face that felt the fresh, minty breath that swept like a zephyr across his face. “So you are a fan of Sartre, too? I adore his work, both the plays he has written and the little bit of philosophy I’ve read. His ideas are more salient when they’re dramatized on stage.”

Guy touched Charles’ right hand with his left. Unclear to Charles was whether the touch was intentional or not. “My French heritage predisposes me to revere the man. He is something of a hero to me. But I suspect that many people of French descent feel the same way.”

Charles nodded. He swallowed hard. The arousal he felt became embarrassing. “It’s easy to grasp why. The man is a genius.”

Then, Guy laid a hand on Charles’ shoulder—a very intentional touch this time—just as the lights blinked the end of intermission. “Do you have plans for dinner tonight?”

Charles chuckled. “I haven’t given it a thought, really. Which is strange, since I’m already feeling very hungry.”

Then, Guy executed a body press, so that their hips touched. The connection lingered. “Let’s meet in front of the theatre after the final curtain,” he said. Charles could have sworn he felt a trail of fingers across the middle of his back. “We can make a plan then. Because I have visited Tansy Hollow several times, I know of a few restaurants, any one of which I’d love to treat you to. We can meet at dinner time and go from there.”

And with that, Guy and Charles returned to their seats, located nowhere near one another.

About the Author

Dann writes gay romance novels along with other queer-themed works. He especially enjoys writing about men who, while dealing with trauma or other challenges, find themselves falling in love despite themselves. He also feels it’s important to include allies who often provide good advice to their gay friends in a troublesome relationship.

When not writing, Dann enjoys running, reading in many genres, watching high quality movies and television series, and snuggling with his adorable American Eskimo dog, appropriately named Flurry. He loves showtunes (of course), golden oldies, classical music, and disco divas.

Currently, Dann and his husband, Josh, reside in the Roanoke, VA area.

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NEW RELEASE: “Hunter’s Hidden Camera” by Anthony Auswat

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Post published:April 14, 2026
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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Hunter’s Hidden Camera

Author: Anthony Auswat

Publisher: Point Liberty Press

Cover Artist: Vangega

Release Date: April 1, 2026

Tense/POV: first person, present tense, single POV

Genres: MM Psychological Thriller

Tropes: Forbidden desire, taboo obsession, slow burn, secret crush, friends to lovers

Themes: Coming of age, coming out, gay awakening, voyeurism, sibling rivalry

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 68 000 words/318 pages

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

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A high school track athlete with a perverse hobby. A college heartthrob with a secret life. A dark gay m/m thriller that will stop at nothing until everyone gets exposed.

Blurb

Hunter seems to have it all: brains, biceps, and a bright future beyond the halls of his oppressive high school. He also has a private obsession that he knows is wrong: secretly recording his older brother, Nash, with a spy cam. It starts as a thrill and morphs into a power trip. But one day, the video footage reveals something so disturbing that it cracks Hunter’s life straight down the middle.

Now he’s trapped in a nightmare where desire leaves fingerprints, loyalty pulls triggers, and the brother he thought he knew might be the most dangerous person in the room. To survive what he’s uncovered, Hunter turns to his best friend, Oscar, who may also be the man Hunter never knew he needed.

When the family you’re born into puts you at risk, the family you choose may be the only thing that keeps you alive.

Hunter’s Hidden Camera is an emotionally charged LGBTQ coming-of-age psychological thriller about hunger, shame, and the brutal cost of exposure.

Smile for the camera.

Excerpt

M y brother has Big Dick Energy. He walks tall, as if he’s purposefully stretching out his body, a real-life Mr. Fantastic, his head held high but kind of cocked to the side, like he’s sizing up the world and impressed with what he sees. His arms swing almost carelessly, taking up more space around him than he needs. He’s got very visible swagger, his right foot landing on the ground a bit wider than his left one, landing a little crooked, as a way to make room for the almost always noticeable bulge in his pants.

But despite all this, despite the way he carries himself, he doesn’t come across as arrogant. His confidence is quiet. You can see it when you catch a glimpse of him alone, like when he’s cooking salmon and vegetables for himself for lunch or when he’s shooting baskets in the backyard. You can also see it in the way he interacts with others: the ease with which he talks to people, familiar and strange, and the friendliness he brings to almost every encounter.

I mean, I guess if you have a dick that big, life is all sunshine and blue skies and you want to be friendly to everybody. God, I hate him.

It’s not that I have a micro-penis or anything. I think I’m proportional, or at least average, or at least almost average, but it’s hard to tell because most of the dicks I see are in porn and that’s not the real world. I’m eighteen, my brother’s twenty-one, and I have now resigned myself to the fact that I’ll never catch up.

I’m thinking all this while digging in one of my brother’s dresser drawers, the one with all his underwear in it. He rotates between boxer briefs, trunks, and briefs, all different colors, some with patterns. He’s got designer brands like Calvin Klein and Diesel, but he’s also got some targeted at the youth market, from stores like Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister. There are also a few very basic Fruit of the Loom and Hanes thrown in there, probably left over from his high school days.

Sometimes I wonder if his underwear works the same way a costume works for a superhero. Peter Parker is just Peter Parker, but when he puts on his Spider-Man outfit he is a man transformed. He is more confident, feels more powerful. Same goes for Iron Man, Ant-Man, most of them. Is my brother just a normal person, brimming with insecurities and worries, whose BDE only turns on when tighty-whities are wrapped around him?

My brother (his name is Nash) is away at college, currently a senior majoring in business, and my parents are on vacation in Las Vegas, so I have the house to myself this morning.

I grab one of Nash’s white Calvin Klein trunks. I’m jealous that he can rock these like a model. He wouldn’t look out of place next to Noah Centineo and Shawn Mendes, who broke the internet when their hot underwear ads were released. Again, it’s not that I’m out of shape or some kind of freak of nature. I’m actually pretty fit, pretty athletic, and pretty much the best track athlete at my school. It’s just that compared to Nash I feel like nothing.

About the Author

Anthony Auswat is the author of dark, demented, and deeply gay thrillers, including The Teacher Inside Me and Hunter’s Hidden Camera, which were viral sensations online before they were officially published. He draws from personal experience and transforms it into genre storytelling. He lives in California, where he keeps a low profile and a high body count.

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RECENT RELEASE: “And Then He Pressed Play”

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Post published:April 12, 2026
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RECENT RELEASE

Book Title: And Then He Pressed Play: Track One

Author: Robert J. Halliwell

Publisher: Triple Scale Publishing

Cover Artist: Harrold-Vincent Villanueva

Release Date: February 28, 2026

Tense/POV: Past tense, third person limited, dual POV

Genres: YA coming of age, MM Contemporary

Tropes: Fish out of water, Shy-Sunshine, Idiots in love, exchange student

Themes: Found family, bisexual awakening, first love

Heat Rating: 1-1.5 flames

Length: 338 pages, 80 000 words

It is part 1 of a duology. It has a HFN ending with some heartbreak mixed in since the exchange program ends.

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Blurb

It’s 2006 and Sixteen-year-old A.J. Walker is openly gay, painfully Canadian, and very much out of his depth. He’s wanted to do his school’s exchange program for years, but now that he’s landed at an all-boys school in Glenbridge Ireland—an ocean away from Moose Jaw Saskatchewan—he’s starting to question his decisions. Armed with nothing more than his trusty Discman and an accent that makes him stand out, A.J. has one goal: get through the Irish school year.

Born and raised in Glenbridge, Bren O’Shea has never known how to sit still or keep quiet. He’s also never known a day without laughter. Even when things get bad, Bren always knows how to get a smile out of someone, whether they asked him or not. His mam always says he needs to think before he acts, but as long as his heart’s in the right place, what’s the harm in a bit of impulse?

Glenbridge is the sort of town where everyone knows everyone—and unfortunately for A.J. once someone thinks they know you, it’s hard to change their mind.

After a rocky start that ends in disaster, Bren and A.J. need to decide if it’s worth reaching out to someone who’s so different from you—especially when one of you has to leave in June.

Excerpt

Save me!

The chorus to “Bring Me to Life” rang in A.J.’s ears as he leaned against the damp, moss-covered wall at the far end of Glenbridge Secondary School. Even though the volume on his whirring Discman was cranked to the highest setting, it wasn’t enough to drown out the absolute bedlam that roiled around him. He’d thought his eleven years of attending school had shown him all the shades of feral guys came in, but standing to face the churning sea of testosterone before him, those years of experience all but melted away.

He couldn’t say for sure whether it was the fact Glenbridge had no girls to act as a buffer, or if his new classmates just didn’t come with volume knobs. Whatever the reason, he was doubting the wisdom of signing up for the exchange program with each passing second.

The main attraction stood at the end of the yard farthest from his wall. At least twenty guys, ranging throughout all the grades by the looks of them, were playing some sort of game A.J. had never seen before. Everyone carried strips of wood that looked like a cross between stubby hockey sticks and baseball bats. As far as he could tell, the goal was to balance, hit, or otherwise carry the baseball-sized ball from one end of the field to the other and get it past the goalie, all while being as loud as possible.

Separate from this unknown sport, groups of students stood in clusters throughout the yard. This wasn’t much different from what he was used to at first glance, but on closer inspection, each group was in a state of constant motion. Guys were speaking with their hands, elbowing their friends or slapping each other on the back with every other word. They seemed to communicate exclusively by shouting, with accents that A.J. had trouble understanding—even without the music thudding in his skull.

There didn’t seem to be another quiet person for him to approach. Not one other guy off on his own, reading a book, listening to music, or acting like they hadn’t downed about five cans of Monster.

A.J. rolled his shoulders, and the fabric of his uniform bit into his neck. He’d thought by making sure his clothes were in pristine condition before setting out that morning, he was applying a layer of camouflage. A uniform made things easier—or at least it should have.

To his dismay, it looked like everyone else had shredded the handout without looking at it. Shirts were rumpled, sleeves were rolled up, and despite the leaflet’s mention of neutral footwear, he spotted more than a few pairs of brightly coloured Nikes milling about.

In the brief lull between songs, his eyes fell on one of the worst offenders of this near-universal breach of dress code. Flame-bright hair stuck out at every angle across his head, like he’d rolled out of bed and walked straight out the door. His blue and silver striped tie was so loose the knot thudded against his sternum whenever he was in motion—which seemed to be his default setting.

He laughed as he peeled back the top of a yogurt lid and flung it with a casual flick towards one of his friends. It landed with a good stick on the boy’s breast pocket—right over the school crest.

A.J. was wondering how hard the first boy was going to get punched when the second one’s lip twitched. He grabbed hold of the lid and, with surprising dexterity considering the size of him, flung it back at the first boy. It landed between his eyes with a splat that A.J. thought he heard above his music. The rest of the group exploded with laughter as the redhead peeled the lid off, still wearing his crooked smile.

Without warning, the yogurt-covered boy turned from his group to toss the lid towards a nearby trash can. A.J.’s eyes darted away and came to rest on a patch of clover. Had the other boy seen him staring? Classes hadn’t even started yet, and he was already acting like a friendless loser.

He was a friendless loser.

His fingers found the dial of his Discman again, yearning to crank the volume up past its limits.

He’d all but decided to cut his losses and head inside early when he heard it. The sound of a muffled voice, far too close to be there by accident.

Shit.

A.J. let his eyes linger on the clover before dragging his gaze upward. Sure enough, there stood the boy from before.

A stray streak of pinkish yogurt clung to his fire-spun eyebrows where the lid had landed. Tiny beads of moisture glistened on his pale skin, shining among the freckles spread across the bridge of his sharp nose. It was impossible to tell whether it was sweat or not. If A.J. had learned one thing about Ireland in the two weeks he’d been there, it was that the humidity never dropped below chicken noodle soup.

A.J. fumbled with the dial while the other boy’s head tilted to the side, like he was trying to figure out the plot of a show he’d dropped into mid-season. With his music humming instead of roaring, A.J. shifted his gaze to meet the boy’s hazel eyes.

About the Author

Robert J. Halliwell was born in the magical land of Canada during the age of butterfly clips and jelly sandals. He spent his formative years watching spooky movies and being jealous of Belle’s library from Beauty and the Beast. Many people don’t know Robert is married to an American Cyborg or that he’s secretly in possession of the two cutest cats in the world. He can often be found playing Dungeons and Dragons, knitting, or struggling to keep his garden alive.

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NEW RELEASE: “Bachelorx” by Skylar Lyralen Kaye

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Post published:March 25, 2026
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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Bachelorx: a Nonbinary Memoir

Author and Publisher: Skylar Lyralen Kaye

Cover Artist: 100 Covers

Release Date: April 1, 2026

Pairing: Nonbinary protagonist/lesbian and trans love interests

Tense/POV: present tense/alternating POV.

Genres: Literary memoir with graphic and autofiction elements

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Themes: Coming out, Dating and sex, search for love, queer divorce, neurodiversity

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 319 pages

It is a standalone book.

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A 60-something nonbinary queer abruptly leaves a 35-year sexless marriage to go on the apps and date, bringing along all their very vocal personalities.

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Worth noting that Bachelorx contains both graphic elements and fictional/mythopoetic elements. It’s intentionally outside the box, aiming for a true representation of neurodiversity while including comedy.

Blurb

When nonbinary Orpheus leaves their much-loved asexual partner Tobi after 35 years, they have never dated sober, never had a casual girlfriend and never had sober sex. At the age of sixty-two, they’re good at marriage and not at anything casual.

They’ve been living out and proud not only as nonbinary, but also as plural, filming a queer web series.

They’re completely unprepared for middle aged lesbians and their complicated desires. Romance, flirting, love-bombing, control, seduction, desire roll into Orpheus’ life and wake up every possible opinion among their many vocal and vulnerable personalities.

Their very painful history gets woken up in all their inner people, too.

As teenager personalities revel in the “queer prom that never was,” as Orpheus experiences a first kiss with a much younger trans person and then goes on to make out with a woman who confesses trauma in between flicks of her tongue, as child personalities run for cover and the wise inner yoga teacher Kaye warns that none of them are ready to date, Orpheus dog paddles through the waves of dysfunctional urge-to-merge dating.

Then two friends die and their landlord sells their building. Their now ex Tobi totals their car and breaks their own back.

Will a Eurydice appear, Orpheus wonders, as they search the apps.

Then she does, with a lump in her breast, heart problems, a live-in mother, disabled son and a need for a partner who will hold on, listen and take care of her no matter what comes, as they touch in a rush of a second adolescent joy.

At week six, Eurydice’s at passion. At week seven, she’s talking about adding an addition to her house.

And Orpheus, who will say that they’re plural but won’t show it, who resists commitment only in their silences, goes to every medical appointment, every work occasion, every family party, as their personalities argue about whether to stay, whether to go, whether anything could possibly be right with this woman they can’t get enough of touching.

Every hero must journey to Hades. In the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, innocence is sacrificed to experience. Life walks in when you open the door. No matter your age or circumstances.

Excerpt

Chapter 1: Becoming Everything

The child Orpheus comes forward in a memory of sunlight. Walking the long line of the green painted two by fours that top posts connecting a chain link fence, they follow its border behind the suburban homes of their Ohio neighborhood. They balance easily, their 1960’s striped t-shirt warmed by the light. Around them insects and birds raise voices for them to listen. They never fall. Held to the earth by tentacles of energy they send to every living being, they ask Gaia to become one with all life, just for a while, just until the pain eases and they can rise alone into a liminal sky, turning poems into songs.

Not boy, not girl, not feminine, not masculine, not straight, not cisgender, not singular, not a member of any tribe that will lay claim to them, Orpheus learns early to become everything.

* * *

That pandemic spring, I slump over my computer late into the evening with colleagues in California, figuring out how to get actors to film themselves while crew observes on Zoom. Outside the window, the moon hovers over treetops and telephone poles. At the far end of the street the commuter rails screeches by, empty of people. Staring forward into the computer screen, I compare lighting between sets in San Francisco and Pottstown, Pennsylvania. My director of photography assesses eyelines as I give notes to actors before calling for one last take to wrap the day. A multicolored collage of queer bodies appears on the screen as close Zoom. Androgynous nonbinary bodies like mine, trans masc like my spouse, cisgender women, old, young, BIPOC, full-bodied, thin, allo and asexual, appear with a background of pink, people like the ones I interviewed and whose stories I tell.

I stagger into the bedroom. Pull off my jeans and fall onto the bed in boxer shorts. My spouse Tobi stands near the entrance to the kitchen, tapping a foot on the floor, a stained green button down over their full belly. They stare, deep-set brown eyes burning toward me, toes pointed out, just a little bowlegged.

“Five minutes, Orpheus,” they say. “You could at least give me five minutes.”

“I have to sleep.”

“Then in the morning.”

“I have to work. You know I have to work.”

“Get up five minutes early.”

“I can’t. I’m too tired.”

They stomp into the kitchen, bang some cabinets. I cover my head with a pillow.

The next day, Tobi, now wearing a stained brown shirt—their ability to spill food on themself still confounds me after three decades—turns on the Biden-Trump debate at full volume. Stomping over the hardwood floors into the bedroom, I grab the clicker from where it lies on the bed.

“Everyone on Zoom can hear you.” I turn the television off.

They grab the clicker and turn it back on.

I turn it off.

They turn it on.

I turn it off.

“Watch on your computer or somewhere else,” I tell them. “I am WORKING!”

Abandonment issues meet workaholic artist.

Two days later, Tobi leaves to stay in an Airbnb so I can work in peace. Sleep in peace. Not be triggered.

They stay away for a month.

When they come home, I bring up polyamory.

About the Author

Skylar Lyralen Kaye, fae/they is a queer, neurodivergent, social justice and award-winning writer as well as a lifelong activist. They have a BA in English from the University of Arizona and an MFA in Theater fromSarah Lawrence College.

Kaye was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in Fiction in 1997 and was a finalist for the 2005 Massachusetts Cultural Council of thebArts Awards in Playwriting. They have published in literary journals such as Calyx, Persona, Phoebe, Girlfriends, Happy Magazine and the

anthology Out of the Ordinary, Children of LGT Parents as well having published the novella Priest Kid and most recently the novel Leaving Winter for a Desert Sky. Skye has had multiple theatrical productions of their plays as well as performing as a solo artist and running the theater company Another Country Productions. Their most recent awards include the 2021 NE Film Star Award as well as 13 film festival awards for the web series Assigned Female at Birth. In 2018 they won Best in Fringe at the San Francisco Fringe for the one person show My Preferred Pronoun Is We, in 2017 the Moth Story Slam and in 2018 the Boston Story Slam. Some other awards include: the 2015 Meryl Streep Writers Lab for Screenwriters and the 2002

Stanley and Eleanor Lipkin Prize in Playwriting.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Dark Justice” by Janice Jarrell

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Post published:March 19, 2026
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RELEASE BLITZ

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When prosecutor Colin Campbell-Abrams put crime boss Lexi Moreno behind bars, he thought the case was closed.

Book Title: Dark Justice

Author, Publisher, and Cover Artist: Janice Jarrell

Release Date: March 17, 2026

Pairing: MM

Tense/POV: Third Person

Genres: Contemporary dark/suspenseful gay romance

Tropes: Married Couple, Hurt/Comfort, Protector/Protected, Found Family, Trauma Recovery, Healing Journey

Length: 84 791 words/ 283 pages

Heat Rating: 3 flames:

It is the first book of a new series, The Unbreakable Vow.

It can be read as a standalone and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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The world may be burning–but here, in this moment, there is grace.

Blurb

Joshua believes love can bring Colin home. And even from across an ocean, Colin hears it calling.

Colin Campbell–Abrams went to Ireland carrying a weight his pack could never hold. Grief he couldn’t name. Guilt he couldn’t shake. A marriage he loved too much to destroy with the pieces of himself that remained.

Ireland didn’t heal him; it offered him the grace that allowed him to heal himself.

In green hills and strangers’ kindness. In ancient stones that remembered centuries of pain. In thirty seconds of unexpected sunlight breaking through gray skies. In the slow, stubborn work of putting one foot in front of the other until the man he used to be began to walk by his side.

The road taught him something Joshua had been trying to tell him from the very beginning: You don’t have to be unbreakable to be worthy of love.

Some journeys you walk alone—not to leave, but to learn how to come home.

Note: This book contains depictions of violence, injury, and the on-page death of a character.

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I am your shield and armor.

Excerpt

The taxi rumbled up the narrow gravel lane, tires crunching over stones still wet from morning rain. Colin sat in the backseat, his head resting against the cool glass of the window. Trees arched overhead—familiar, ancient. A canopy of green that whispered welcome in a language older than sorrow.

The driver pulled to a stop in front of a large yellow house at the edge of town. Smoke curled from the chimney. A lace curtain fluttered in the front window. She was waiting for him.

Aunt Aileen stood on the porch, wrapped in her thick wool shawl, hands folded in front of her like she’d been standing there for years—like she’d always be standing there.

Colin stepped out of the cab. Shouldered his bag. Their eyes met. She didn’t speak. Neither did he. She just came down the steps and wrapped him in her arms. He sank into the hug like a man who’d been treading water too long. Let his head drop to her shoulder. Let the tears come—silent, steady, unstoppable.

“There now,” she murmured, stroking his back. “There now, mo chroí. You’ve come home to us, so you have.”

Inside, the fire was already lit—the kettle already whistling. His room was made up just as he’d left it. Just as it had been all those years ago—when he’d come here broken and grieving after Kathy.

Nothing had changed. Nothing except him.

That night, he sat by the hearth while Aileen knitted in her chair across from him. No questions. No conversation. Just the soft crackle of the fire and the rhythm of needles clicking in her lap.

He hadn’t known how badly he needed the quiet until it wrapped around him like a balm.

Tomorrow, he’d walk the park trails again. Visit Ross Castle. Breathe the green back into his lungs. But tonight? Tonight, he was simply home.

Morning light slanted through the kitchen window, warming the scrubbed wood table. Aileen moved easily around the stove, the clink of porcelain and the hiss of steam familiar, comforting. She placed a pot of tea between them, then poured it into two mismatched mugs—just like she had when he was a boy.

Colin sat, hands folded around the mug. He hadn’t spoken much since arriving. She hadn’t pressed him.

That was her gift—presence without pressure.

“Sleep all right?” she asked gently, settling across from him.

He nodded. “Some.”

Aileen studied him over the rim of her cup. “You’ve lost weight.”

“I’ve lost a lot of things,” he murmured.

The silence between them stretched—not uncomfortable, but thick with memory. Colin looked out the window, eyes distant. “I keep thinking how much he loves it here,” he said finally. “The light. The quiet. The way the wind sounds different in the trees.”

Aileen waited.

“God, Ahn-tee, I want him with me,” Colin whispered, his voice choked. “Not for me. For him. Because this place… it heals things. And he’s hurting too.”

She reached across the table and covered his hand with hers. “You carry him,” she said. “He may not be sitting in that chair, but he’s here, mo mhac. In your blood. In your bones. In your heart. In every step you take toward yourself.”

His throat tightened.

“I don’t know how to come back to him,” he said. “I don’t even know if I can.” He looked into her eyes, his own welling with tears. “And that terrifies me.”

Aileen gave his hand a squeeze. “And sure, didn’t you come back here all the same?”

He nodded.

“Then that’s your start, mo mhac. This land knows you well—it hasn’t forgotten. And it’ll help you remember yourself, so it will.”

Colin looked down at the tea. It smelled of bergamot and comfort and just… home. The ache in his chest didn’t fade—but it softened a little. He thought of Joshua’s hands. His voice. The way he would murmur ‘mo ghrá milis‘ when no one else could hear, and a warmth stirred beneath the sorrow, born from the memory of that gentle voice and the life waiting for him across an ocean.

About the Author

My name is Janice Jarrell. I’m a retired IT tech and grandmother living in Port Angeles, Washington, near the Olympic National Forest. I have two children, three grandsons, and I’ve been writing gay romance since I was twelve years old—only back then it wasn’t called “gay romance.” In the fifties, it was worth your life to admit to being gay, let alone confess to being a girl who constantly fantasized about relationships between men. I didn’t even know what a homosexual was. I just knew I loved the idea of boy-on-boy romance. I was that kid on a farm in a tiny Michigan village, watching Tom Corbett and his Space Cadets and all those guys on Combat and thinking: there’s something going on here.

I wrote slash fanfiction for about 30 years and produced over 300 stories—some a hundred-word drabble, some sprawling novel-length series. The feedback I received from readers, and the community that formed around those stories, became the creative home I’d been searching for my entire life. I still bless the internet for leading me to that artistic oasis.

Love’s Magic was my first step into creating my own original characters, and from it grew the interconnected worlds of my Revolutionary Heart and Fearless Heart series, featuring Colin, Joshua, David, Nate, Trent, Jeff, and the rest of the gang. Those books—along with collections like Trial Runs, Glory Days, Relevant Justice, Heart’s Treasure, and Rainbows Still Glow—follow these men through love stories that are messy, hard-won, and always, always worth it. I’ve also written stand-alone tales like Under the Midnight Sky and Beyond the Rainbow: Stories from Camp Pride, and I’m currently working on Dark Justice, the first book in my Unbreakable Vow series.

Many of my novels and short-story collections are available as audiobooks on Audible and other retailers, bringing my characters to life in a whole new way for listeners who love to experience stories on the go.

It’s been an amazing thing to watch the gay community’s growth over these past decades. In many ways my own journey has echoed theirs, and I’m deeply grateful to the activists who fought to win the rights and recognition the LGBTQ+ community has always deserved. I’m equally grateful to the gay romance community—readers, authors, publishers, and promoters—who are making my retirement years the most creative of my life.

When I’m not writing, I’m traveling, walking, knitting, crocheting, and generally plotting more trouble for my characters. And for the record: no matter what I put them through, I am a firm believer in HEA.

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NEW RELEASE: “Headbangers Ball” by Josh Fippen

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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Headbangers’ Ball

Author: Josh Fippen

Publisher: The Original Press

Cover Artist: Dann Hazel & Josh Fippen

Release Date: February 14, 2026

Tense/POV: third person, past tense, single POV.

Genres: Dark Contemporary MM Romance, BDSM

Tropes: Enemies to friends, misunderstanding to clarity

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 63 000 words

It is Book 1 of the Tansy Hollow Gay Romance Series,

but does not end on a cliffhanger. It is a happily-ever-after story.

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Passion. Impulse. One reckless night that changes everything.

Blurb

Seth has never been known for playing it safe. Restless, thrill-seeking, and a little too comfortable making bad decisions, he dives headfirst into the wilder edges of nightlife—no strings, no feelings, no regrets.

Then he gets an invitation to the infamous Headbangers’ Ball.

Hidden away at a remote farmhouse and hosted by a mysterious local eccentric, the party is the stuff of whispered rumors and dangerous curiosity. Seth goes looking for excitement.

He doesn’t expect to find Caleb.

Caleb is intense, unpredictable, and completely different from the fleeting men Seth usually lets into his bed—and out of his life by morning. Their connection is instant, explosive, and far more real than Seth is ready for.

For the first time, this isn’t just about heat.

It’s about vulnerability.
It’s about risk.
It’s about love.

And Seth has a talent for ruining good things before they have the chance to grow.

When fear, pride, and impulsive choices threaten to destroy what they’re building, Seth must decide: keep running like he always has… or fight for the one man who could actually be forever.

Headbangers’ Ball is Book One in the Tansy Hollow Gay Romance Series — a steamy, emotional MM romance featuring a rebellious hero, an intense first meeting, small-town secrets, and a hard-won happily ever after.

Meet level-headed Caleb and impulsive Seth by getting your copy of Headbangers’ Ball today!

Excerpt

The pizza guy watched as he filled in the tip amount. When Seth handed the slip back to him, he smiled broadly.

“Thanks, man. You just made my night!”

“No problem,” Seth replied. “You brought the food, so I think it was you who made my night.”

The pizza boy looked Seth up and down. “Wish you’d make my night some other way then.” He flashed his big smile, his “come hither” face, and turned away.

As the pizza guy eyed him, Seth suddenly remembered he wasn’t wearing anything except Caleb’s shorts. After all the shit he’d done earlier, being ogled one more time by a stranger didn’t really matter to him. The guy was totally not his type anyway.

Seth closed the door and picked up the pizzas. The small table next to the door was a thoughtful idea, very convenient for deliveries. Seemed like Caleb ordered a lot of food delivery, if his speed dial was any indication.

He brought the pizzas back to Caleb’s man cave, where he plopped down in his spot on the couch. Immediately, he opened a box and grabbed a hot slice. He took a double bite. He hadn’t realized how ravenous he was.

Caleb wasn’t in the room when Seth returned with the pizza. Seth hadn’t noticed his absence until he heard the bottles clinking from across the hall. Caleb appeared in the doorway before Seth could chew up his first bite.

“Mmm, that smells good!”

Seth couldn’t answer. Mouth full.

Caleb set a frosty bottle on the table next to the pizza box. He had another one for himself.

Seth swallowed, grabbed the beer, and swigged down a big gulp.

“Grab a slice,” he said.

“Don’t mind if I do!”

“Try not to get drunk again,” Seth warned. “Nothing good comes from that.” There was a cold seriousness in his voice. The unspoken issue—the elephant in the room—was made vividly clear. Caleb was glad when Seth didn’t mention the specifics.

Caleb sat on the couch next to Seth, lifted the box lid and took a slice for himself. He bit into it. Made an approving gruff “yummy” sound to signal his approval of both the quality of the pie and Seth’s choice of toppings.

They sat on the couch side by side, enjoying the pizza and beer. Caleb got up once to switch the music when Gravehuffer finished. They didn’t say much of anything for a while. They were just two men filling their bellies.

About the Author

Josh Fippen has dreamed of writing gay romance for years. This novel is his first effort, but definitely not his last. He joins his spouse Dann Hazel, a veteran writer, in creating sexy, steamy gay romance tales. Together Dann and Josh have developed the Tansy Hollow Gay Romance Series of Books. Both authors will create stories for the series.

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NEW RELEASE: “Falling For My Ex’s Twin” by Colette Davison

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Post published:February 14, 2026
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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Falling for my Ex’s Twin (Falling for You #2)

Author, Publisher, and Cover Artist: Colette Davison

Release Date: February 10, 2026

Tense/POV: first person, present tense, alternating POV.

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: one-night stand to lovers, brother’s ex/ex’s brother, former childhood friends to lovers

Themes: Healing from toxic relationships and reclaiming agency, honesty, consent, and mutual care. found family and belonging.

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 50 000 words

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

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I thought my ex-husband’s twin hated me. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Blurb

After my marriage breaks down, I move to a new town to start fresh and follow my dream of being a farmer. I know my ex’s twin, Jimmy, is at uni here, but I never expected our paths to cross—especially not like this.

I’d always assumed Jimmy hated me for coming between him and his brother. But a drunken one-night stand leaves me reeling, confused about his feelings—and my own.

Jimmy isn’t the judgmental shadow of his brother. He’s caring, protective, and sees me in a way no one else has. Reconnecting with him is wonderful, but a heavy question looms: can I truly give him my heart without hurting the man I used to love?

Falling for my Ex’s Twin is a 50,000-word contemporary M/M romance between a farmer healing from a toxic relationship and his childhood friend, who shows him he deserves to be put first.

TW: mentions of a past coercive/controlling relationship.

Excerpt

“I need a drink.”

I stomp towards the opposite end of the bar from where Flynn is sitting, find a vacant stool, and wave to the bartender. When it’s my turn, I order a shot of vodka. A glance down the bar tells me Flynn is on shots, too. Copycat. I ignore the fact he got his drink first.

Angus sits beside me. I down the shot of vodka. It warms the back of my tongue and slides down smoothly. The aftertaste hits, making me grimace. I order another.

“You know vodka is depression juice, right?” Angus asks.

“Don’t care.” I down the second shot and ask for a glass of red wine. Mixing drinks is the fastest way to get drunk and fuck, do I want to get drunk.

“Are you okay?” Angus asks.

No. My mood has soured, thanks to Flynn. “Fine.”

I can’t help but glance down the bar at Flynn with his fluffy, brown hair and piercing blue eyes that used to make me swoon. He looks sinfully handsome in a close-fitting, white T-shirt and an unbuttoned overshirt.

“What’s the deal with you and Flynn?”

First Steph and now Angus. Wasn’t my explanation clear enough? “I told you. He’s my twin’s ex-husband.”

He’s also the one who got away. The first guy I ever had a crush on. The guy who made me realise I was bisexual. The guy my bastard twin knew I fancied, but chased after anyway.

“So, what? They had a messy breakup, and now you hate him? Did he break your brother’s heart?”

I stare into the large glass of red that the bartender put in front of me. From what I’ve been told, their breakup was quiet and amicable. The way Mum tells it, they ‘fell out of love’, whatever the fuck that means. “No.” I sip the wine. It’s cheap and tastes crap. Sipping it isn’t an option, so I down it in a couple of long gulps. I gesture to the barman to pour me another.

“He must have done something to get you so het up.”

“Leave it, Angus. I don’t want to talk about it.” I’ll get angry, maybe sad, and then angry all over again.

Angus raises his hands. “Okay. Tell me when you do want to talk. I’ll listen.”

About the Author

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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AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Paolo G. Grossi

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AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT – PAOLO G. GROSSI

BOOK 1

Book Title: The Kaminsky Symphony

Publisher: Spectrum Books

Cover Artist: Viorel Sima

Length: 75 000 words – 271 Pages

Release Date: December 6, 2025

Genre: LGBTQ+ Historical Fiction

Heat Rating: 3 flames

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Blurb Milan, 1913. Maestro Mandelli di Castagnino is resident conductor at La Scala, having taken over from the legendary Toscanini. Barely in his mid-thirties, he is revered by the Milanese public and fêted by the city’s high society. But once the baton is down, and after another soirée in his honour organised by his sycophantic agent, he returns to an empty home, surrounded only by his servants. Disenchanted and longing to leave his secret life behind, he accepts a post as resident chief conductor at the Odessa Opera House, causing consternation among his family and admirers. After an eventful journey by land and sea, he settles in the elegant coastal city, improving the performance of the orchestra and winning the approval and friendship of the locals. He also finds love, but the continent is about to sleepwalk into the carnage of a futile war and Imperial Russia is on the cusp of being rocked by the October Revolution. Undeterred by the unfolding catastrophe and wanting to protect his beloved from the savagery of the civil war, he is confronted with a desperate choice.

BOOK 2

Book Title: Serafino da Ferrara

Publisher: The Conrad Press

Length: 75 000 Words – 371 Pages

Release date: February 28, 2023

Genre: LGBTQ+ Historical Fiction

Heat Rating: 3 flames

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Blurb Ferrara, 1505 AD. Talented Serafino is apprenticed to Mastro Filargiro, one of the city’s leading artists. Serafino finds love, but his mastery takes him on a perilous journey across Italy’s feuding city-states, unaware that his virtuosity is a threat to the pre-eminence of the hitherto unchallenged masters of the Renaissance. His life must take a dramatic new turn in the hope of escaping their enmity. Washington DC, 2008. Parker’s first year at Georgetown High is coming to an end. His father is appointed Consul General in Florence. Parker enthusiastically embraces his new life and befriends handsome Beppe. But almost everyone around him has been keeping secrets. And the fifteenth-century palazzo where his family now lives unexpectedly reveals its long-buried mysteries. Separated by five hundred years, yet united by their talent, Serafino and Parker embark on similar journeys of discovery while fellow artists, assassins, princes and envious classmates rage and scheme around them. Excerpt from Serafino da Ferrara He hears the final bell. The school erupts, classroom doors slam open barely holding on to their hinges, the metallic noise of lockers being opened and shut again is deafening. Summer break is here. A torrent of students regurgitates into the street causing an almighty traffic jam. SUVs with mothers or nannies at the wheel vie for space, right of way, and ultimately a not-too-subtle parade of the best four wheels in Georgetown. This is no cheap suburbia, most of their husbands or employers are toiling at some desk or chairing important meetings at Foggy Bottom, on Capitol Hill or the White House. Most often all three. Parker walks out of the front door with his hands in the tight pockets of his slacks and his rucksack on his shoulders. A few hugs with the girls and some high-fives with fellow boys ensue. His older brother is already waiting at the bike stand. When he gets there the high-five is followed by a manly hug. ‘Dude, summer break and birthday tomorrow. Lucky little bro.’ ‘Bet you know what the old folks have got me.’ ‘Sure I do.’ They start cycling. When Parker reached the age of fourteen, their parents went out and bought a cheap bike for his growing frame. The Hendersons’ pristine drive sports the standard two SUVs parked neatly by each other, yet their mother wasn’t fond of school runs. In their opinion he was still a bit too young to cycle all the way to school by himself but the city had finally built some decent bike lanes and Tommy was now seventeen so they made them promise to stick together on the journey. Tommy, who finds cycling by himself rather dull – he’s not much of a loner, any activity has to involve other people – had gone out of his way to promise to look out for his little brother at traffic junctions. They had also promised never to set off without their helmets, though Tommy had swiftly pointed out to Parker that “setting off” with them was not the same as “wearing them”. Parker, the more academic of the pair, had found the distinction clever though he had laughed while retorting that it was still cheating. So when they are a couple of blocks away from home they stop, unlock their helmets from their rucksacks’ straps and don them before reaching the driveway. A few times Parker had remarked that one day they might get caught by their mother driving by. He walks to the garage door to open it but he’s shouted down by Tommy who parades himself in front of it. ‘Off-limits until tomorrow, bro.’ A smiling Parker leaves his bike with his brother and heads for the kitchen door. Tommy has just narrowed down his guesses for his present. One doesn’t need a garage to hide a watch or a pair of trainers. To his surprise he finds them both at home, sat at the kitchen table with two mugs of coffee in their hands. After kissing his mother on the cheek (Tommy is starting to cringe at that, but Parker still likes it. Tomorrow’s birthday might change that), he meets his father’s closed fist with his; they have gradually stopped hugging. ‘Why are you home?’ Parker’s face frowns in suspicion. ‘You’ve got the day off tomorrow, haven’t you, Dad?’ ‘‘No worries. All free tomorrow. Left office early, not much to do at the moment. There might be a few changes in my career; new President, new direction.’

BOOK 3

Book Title: The Tiergarten Tales

Publisher: The Conrad Press

Length: 75 000 Words – 375 Pages

Release Date: May 31, 2021

Genre: LGBTQ+ Historical Fiction

Heat Rating: 3 flames

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Blurb Boys and men of Berlin. A captivating journey through their lives, love affairs and misdemeanours across the city’s turbulent history. Felix and Walther bestride a deep class divide, forging an enduring bond in 1890s Prussia. Kaspar and Max navigate the fraught upheavals of the Weimar Republic by skilfully marketing the only commodity in demand. Young Kazimierz leaves his impoverished Silesian village and sets off on an epic journey to the Prussian capital, the seat of an ageing Frederick the Great. His heavenly beauty, endearing naivety and, ultimately, fate will transform his life once through the gates of the city. Echoes within echoes. Circles within circles. Wealth, poverty and moral compromise. The privilege and toxic masculinity of the Prussian officer class.

About the Author

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

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