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NEW RELEASE: “Bad at Being Good” by A.L. Morrow.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Bad at Being
Good

Author: A.L.
Morrow

Publisher: SourGirl
Books

Cover Artist: Morningstar
Ashley Designs

Release Date: November 28,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M romance, new adult

Tropes: brother’s best friend, friends to lovers, first love, bad
boy

Themes: coping with grief, forgiveness, hurt/comfort, found
family

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 73 000
words

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

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No one is good all of the
time. Especially me.

 

Blurb

Six years ago, I promised my friend Kellan that I’d never
mess around with his little brother. I accepted it. I didn’t regret it, and I didn’t think twice
about it. Milo Sterling—the good student, perfect son, and promising dancer—was off
limits.

But that was before.

Before we went away to college. Before Kellan died. Before
I flunked out of school.

Now, I’m back home, and Milo’s different. He’s quieter and
colder, no longer a boy but a man. And that hurt in his eyes? I put it there the night I failed
to save Kellan. I have a lot to make up for. Falling for Milo, no matter how much I want him,
would be one more thing to add to my list.

But promises are meant to be broken, and if there’s one
thing I’m bad at, it’s being good.

Bad at Being Good is a best friend’s
brother/brother’s best friend (dual POV) M/M romance featuring hurt/comfort, found
family, coping with grief, and—of course—a happily ever after. Readers are advised to check
the Author’s Note for content sensitivities.

 

Excerpt

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

I ignore the next person who tries to talk to me, exactly like I
did the last. Dad’s eyes bore into me. When there’s a break in the people approaching, he
steps closer and leans over my shoulder.

“Milo, stand up,” he scolds. “These people are here to support
us. Snubbing them is rude.”

Mom comes between us immediately. She places her hand on
Dad’s arm, but her gaze is warm when it turns toward me. “David, leave him alone. He’s
going through enough right now. He shouldn’t have to worry about other people, too.”

At least Mom gets it.

Dad frowns but stands straight again. Sighing, he looks out
across the church.

Then, he scowls.

“I can’t believe that piece of shit showed up.”

I glance over my shoulder in the direction of his stare, and I see
him.

“Benji?” I whisper.

Our eyes lock, and I can barely breathe.

He came. I texted him the other night to make sure he knew
about the arrangements, but he never replied. Still, he’s here, standing way in the back
where people light votive candles. His hands are shoved in his pockets. He’s dressed in black.
And although he’ll always be my idea of gorgeous, right now he looks like hell. Gauze is
stuffed up his nostrils, and a bandage covers his nose. His bottom lip is split, and he’s got
stitches by his hairline and bruises on his cheeks. My dad really did a number on him.

“How did he even find out about the service?” Dad
grumbles.

Because I told him. I knew you wouldn’t, so I
did.

“David, let it go. He was Kellan’s best friend. He has every right
to be here.” Mom hooks her arm through Dad’s and takes his hand, holding him back before
we have a repeat performance of their fight in the ER.

But she doesn’t stop me.

I’m on my feet, making my way to the back of the church
before the next note on the organ plays. Unfortunately, Benji moves just as quickly. He
beelines toward the door, knowing he’s been spotted.

“Benji, wait!” I call.

Dad’s voice echoes behind me. “Milo, get back here. They’re
about to start. Milo!”

Fuck that. Kellan would want Benji to feel welcome. He’d want
him to know he doesn’t blame him for what happened. He’d want him to be all right.

And you know what? I want that, too.

I move faster, jogging down the aisle, taking off after him, but
he has too much of a head start. The door to the church swings open. He almost knocks over
one of Kellan’s former coaches, but he doesn’t excuse himself or stop.

“Benji!”

I know he can hear me. I know he saw me. If only he would
hold still for a second and give me a chance to explain, to apologize for my dad …

I follow him through the front door and make it down the front
steps of the church in time to watch his Range Rover pull out of the parking lot.

“Benji …”

No, he can’t go. He can’t leave me here. I have too much to
say.

He needs to know it’s not his fault.

He needs to know I love him—that I’m in love with
him.

But he’s gone.

 

 

About the Author

USA
Today bestselling author A.L. Morrow enjoys
dreaming up steamy scenes and spectacular settings—often along with a touch of magic or
myth. She believes that love is love and likes reading and writing various genres of
romance.

In her downtime (what’s
that?), A finds delight in scouring for secondhand designer fashions. She briefly lived in a
haunted mansion, once took a flight to visit Scotland for a day, and is prone to meeting
minor celebrities in random hotel elevators. She resides in the eastern US.

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NEW RELEASE: “Relevant Heart” by Janice Jarrell.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Relevant
Heart (Fearless Heart Series, Book Three)

Author and Publisher: Janice
Jarrell

Release Date: December 6,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Established Gay Relationship, Ireland, Gay Attorney, Gay
Psychologist

Length: 75 835 words/206
pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is part of the Fearless Heart
Series but can be read as a standalone.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger. They get their HEA, of
course!

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US | Amazon UK

The best wish is knowing that there’s nothing left to wish
for.

Blurb

Colin is prosecuting his first murder case, and his ability to
remain emotionally detached is challenged as the circumstances surrounding the crime
awaken his deep inner fear of losing someone he loves, a fear nearly realized when – only
two short months ago – Joshua was kidnapped and violently assaulted.

While Colin and his team gather evidence, Joshua
endeavors to create a program that will establish a bridge between veterans suffering a
mental health crisis and local police. But the effort drains Joshua’s already fragile health to a
dangerous degree, leaving Colin frantic with worry and frustration.

Meanwhile, Nate has a play opening off-Broadway and
must live in New York City for six to eight weeks… alone. It is clear from the onset that the
director has the hots for Nate – or at least for his talent as a playwright – which has David
pacing the floor in anxiety. He is happy for Nate and proud of his husband but worried about
the director’s attention and unhappy about Nate’s long absence.

By the time Nate celebrates his opening night, all four
friends are exhausted both emotionally and physically and ready for the healing trip to
Ireland they’ve been planning for months.

Colin’s breathtaking ancestral home provides many magical
moments, but an unexpected and terrifying incident leaves them shaken and questioning
the faith in each other that has always been their foundation. Will these shattering
circumstances strengthen their bonds or break their hearts and tear their relationships
apart?

Excerpt

I feel like I’ve been a bit annoying lately.” He stared down at
the sheets and huffed out a noisy breath. “I feel like ever since you were abducted, I’ve been
an impossible son of a bitch to live with.”

“That’s not true either! What is wrong with you
today?”

Colin arched his eyebrows, his expression one of comic
confusion. “No one knows.”

“Please stop being so hard on yourself. You have
not
been an impossible son of a bitch to live with. Quite the contrary. I couldn’t have gotten
through this without you.”

Colin quirked his mouth and huffed out a sigh. “Well, if I
helped at all, I’m glad.”

“You chose me, remember?” Joshua said,
cupping Colin’s cheek.

“I did,” Colin whispered. “Smartest move I ever
made.”

“Well, I chose you too,” Joshua told him. “And I
knew—even when I left you and ran home to Glencoe—I knew I could never love anyone
else.”

Colin smiled and turned his head to press Joshua’s fingers
against his lips.

“It didn’t matter that you didn’t love me,” Joshua said, his
voice soft and dream-like. “It didn’t matter at all. I was bound to you, and I knew I always
would be.” He pressed his lips to Colin’s, his fingers tightening in Colin’s hair. “Didn’t matter
that you were mad at me,” Joshua continued. “I thought you never wanted to see me again,
and even that didn’t matter.” His dark eyes met Colin’s, and they were brimming with tears.
“I was yours. Even when you didn’t want me, I was yours. Even when I believed I was the
only one who loved… I loved you.”

Colin pulled Joshua tight against his body, rocking him in his
arms. “My darling boy, you weren’t the only one who loved! Every
minute we were apart was torment for me. I was just scared that if I let you love me, I’d
somehow hurt you. Or worse… lose you.”

“You can’t lose what’s already yours.” He stroked Colin’s
cheek. “When I fell in love with you, I gave you part of me that you couldn’t give back even if
you wanted to. A part of me that’ll always be yours. My vision of who you are as a man. My
faith in who you are as a person.” He shrugged, his thumb sliding along the rise of Colin’s
cheekbone. “All that will stay even if I don’t.”

Colin drew in a quick breath; his face contorted in pain.
“Don’t talk like that!”

“Relax,” Joshua murmured, nestling against Colin’s chest.
“To quote a famous Irishman, I’m not going anywhere!”

About the Author

My name is Janice Jarrell. I
am a retired grandmother who lives in Seattle, WA. I have two children and three
grandsons. I’ve been writing gay romance since I was twelve years old, only back then it
wasn’t called ‘gay romance’. In fact, it had no name at all. It was the fifty’s, and it was
worth your life to admit to being gay, let alone confess to being a girl who constantly
fantasized about relationships between gay men. Hell, I didn’t even know what a
homosexual was. I lived on a farm out in the sticks in a tiny Michigan village and I’d never, to my
knowledge, even heard the word. I just knew I loved the thought of boy-on-boy romance. I
just knew that there was something hot going on between Tom
Corbett and his Space Cadets and all those guys on ‘Combat’.

I wrote slash fanfiction for 30
years, writing over 337 stories, some as short as 100 words (a drabble), some as long as a
series which was over 119,012 words. I enjoy writing my stories. I enjoyed the feedback I
received from my readers. It was a creative release I’d been searching for my entire life and I
blessed the Internet for leading me to this artistic oasis for my spirit.

Love’s Magic was my very first
step into writing my own characters. I will always be grateful to the slash fanfiction
community for nurturing the budding author until she was ready to blossom into a fully
realized novelist. It’s been an amazing thing to watch the gay community’s growth over
these past twenty years. My own journey has echoed theirs in many ways, and I’m grateful
to all those gay activists who fought to give the gay community the rights and privileges they
always deserved. Love’s Trials, Love’s Glory, and Love’s Lawyer were the second and third,
and forth books in the series and all four books are available in audio format on
Audible.

I’m also grateful to the gay
romance community, readers, authors, publishers and promoters, who are making these, my
retirement years, the most creative ones of my life. When I’m not writing, I’m traveling,
walking, hiking, knitting, crocheting, and weaving.

I’m very excited about the
upcoming release of my fifth contemporary gay romance novel, Relevant Law. Those of you
who fell in love with Joshua and Colin in the four previous books in this series are in for a bit
of angst in this latest episode. A dark and sinister cloud hangs over the University of Virginia
after three students are abducted, raped and beaten. Colin works with both campus and city
police to catch the perpetrator, but his hard work and effort proves futile when Joshua turns
up missing!

Despite their struggles there
are still many passionate, loving moments and the friends they treasure will be there to help
them find their way.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Lonely Diner” by Dann Hazel.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Lonely
Diner

Author: Dann
Hazel

Publisher: The Original
Press

Cover Artist: Josh Fippen;
Photograph by Cura Photography

Release Date: December 4,
2023

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
words

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,
too.)

Blurb

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
benefits.

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
Ryan.

An HEA gay romance.

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

Excerpt

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 Room
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
Ends.

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,
Flurry.

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NEW RELEASE: “Get Frosted” by Amy Aislin.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Get Frosted

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: Morningstar
Ashley

Release Date: November 21,
2023

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
belong.

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 58 000 words

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

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Blurb

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
movie.

 

All books in the Christmas Falls series:
Nov 14: Grinch Kisses by DJ Jamison
Nov 17: Snowbody Loves Me by Jacki
James
Nov 21: Get Frosted by Amy Aislin
Nov 28: Silent Knight by Beth Bolden
Dec 1: Under the Mistle-Tome by Sammi
Cee
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
Vaughn

 

Excerpt

“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
hairline.

“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
Charlie-in-the-Box.”

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
get-togethers.

The problem Mik hadn’t anticipated had been
twofold.

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
early teasers, find her on Instagram, or sign up for her infrequent newsletter.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “Scales & Stones” by Jessamyn Kingley.

NEW RELEASE

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,
2023

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 000
words

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

Goodreads Series Link

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Unlimited

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

Blurb

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
anyone.

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.

Excerpt

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
business.

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
mornings.

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
doing.

“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
say?”

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
embarrassed.”

“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?”

“No.”

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
work.”

“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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RELEASE BLITZ: “Touch in the Night” by S. J. Coles

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Touch in the
Night

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: November 7,
2023

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
pages

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
cliffhanger

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

 

Blurb

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.

 

Excerpt

“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
feeling?”

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
night?”

“Has no one ever cared about just what you need
before?”

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

“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
that.”

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

“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
Rice.

 

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

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Light from
the Grave

Author: Sara Dobie
Bauer

Publisher: Carnation Books

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Designs

Release Date: October 24,
2023

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
pages

It is a standalone book and
does 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.

Blurb

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
had.

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.

Excerpt

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
fridge.

“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
please.”

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.”

“How?”

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
everyone.”

“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
nothing.

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,
hmm?”

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

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

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.

About the Author

Bestselling romance
author.

Bisexual witch.

Feminist. Pro-choice. Anti-
censorship.

Timothee Chalamet
freak.

Horror movie
aficionado.

Vampire mermaid in a past
life.

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
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NEW RELEASE: “Sold” by Ace Fawn

NEW RELEASE

Book Title:
Sold

Author and Publisher: Ace
Fawn

Cover Artist: Cormar
Covers

Release Date: October 25,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Forced proximity, opposites attract

Themes: Captive romance, billionaire romance, sexual awakening, one-
sided hate

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 63 000 words

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

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Sold. Collared.
Owned.

 

Blurb

Michael

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
obsession?

Hunter

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
advised.

 

Excerpt

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
ask.

“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
tremble.

“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
him.

 

About the Author

Ace
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
writing.

 

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