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NEW RELEASE: “An Impossible Mate” by Joy Lynn Fielding

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Book Title: An Impossible Mate

Author and Publisher: Joy Lynn Fielding

Cover Artist: GetCovers

Release Date: January 29, 2026

Tense/POV: alternating dual third person pov, past tense

Genres: Paranormal MM Romance

Tropes: Fated mates, found family, forced proximity, slow burn, reluctant mates, pack dynamics.

Themes: Trust, belonging, self-forgiveness, letting go of guilt, found family.

Length: 65 000 words/252 pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames (Graphic, but not frequent)

The story has a complete romance arc. One element of the larger series plot continues into the next book.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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The line between order and chaos, heartbreak and happily ever after, has never been thinner… or more tempting to cross.

 

Blurb

Alpha shifter Matt Urban is always in control. He has to be. Keeping his territory, his pack, and himself tightly leashed is the only way to protect his precarious peace. So when a defiant, smart-mouthed lone wolf stumbles into his territory, Matt’s first instinct is to drive him out. His second instinct? Quite the opposite, unfortunately…

Jesse Turner learned a long time ago that his safety depends on never belonging to anyone. No packs. No family. And definitely no bossy, overbearing, disturbingly hot alphas. Which means he should stay as far away from Matt as possible. Too bad doing what he should has suddenly lost all appeal…

It’s not long before Matt will have to decide how far he’s willing to go to protect the mate he never wanted, and Jesse will need to decide if running from Matt is survival, or the biggest mistake of his life.

Easy, right?

Try impossible…

An Impossible Mate kicks off the Strength of the Pack series—character-driven M/M fated-mates romances with an overarching plot, slow-burn tension, and men worth falling for. If you like reluctant soulmates, found family, and shifters who absolutely do not talk about their feelings (until they do), welcome to the pack. A complete six-book series releasing weekly January 29 through March 5

Content note: This series includes material that some readers may find distressing. Full details are available on the author’s website: https://joylynnfielding.com/cw.

Note: This novel is a substantially expanded new edition of the novella originally published in 2013.

 

Excerpt

“What’s your name?” Matt asked abruptly, swinging around the chair Bryce had been sitting on and straddling it, his wrists resting loosely on its back.

“None of your damn business.” There was a mutinous spark in the blue eyes that glared at him, and the mulish jaw was set even more firmly.

“You don’t speak that way to an alpha.” Bryce’s voice sounded gentle, but Matt could hear the warning in it.

The guy didn’t even blink at the warning. Just curled his lip like he’d had too many people try to make him bow down before. “He ain’t my alpha.”

As Matt rose slowly to his feet, six foot two of coiled power and authority, the guy seemed to rethink the wisdom of his attitude.

“Jesse.” It came out sullenly.

“Jesse what?”

“Turner. And who the hell are you?”

“I’m Matt Urban, alpha of this pack. That’s my beta, Bryce. What are you doing in my territory, Jesse?”

Jesse shook his head and fisted his hands in the blankets he was holding to his bare chest. Like he was some kind of modest maiden. Or, Matt realized an instant later, like he was vulnerable and scared. The way his fists were twisted in the blanket looked like he expected to be yanked out of the bed.

“Didn’t know it was your territory,” Jesse said. Then he let out a little huff. “Sorry if I was trespassing.”

Matt didn’t believe him for an instant. It was impossible for any shifter to have missed the fact this was a pack’s territory. His best guess? Jesse was frightened of them, and he was saying what he thought Matt wanted to hear.

Matt stepped closer, holding his gaze. His wolf pushed against his skin, hungry for something. Truth, he thought.

“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t pick up our scent markers?”

“Well, hell, the place smelled of a whole bunch of wolves, but I didn’t know it was your property,” Jesse protested. “Listen, this has been all kinds of nice, but I gotta go. I need my boots.”

It sounded snarky, but Matt heard the fear behind it, sharp and sour. He turned away to straighten the chair, using the movement to keep his wolf tamped down. He’d figure out later just why his wolf was so front and center tonight.

“How long since you found him?” he asked Bryce.

Bryce tipped his head as he thought back, working it out. “Must be about an hour.” He evidently saw the way Matt was clenching his jaw. “There was no point in letting you know when you were driving. Figured I’d fill you in as soon as you got home.”

Matt supposed that was fair. But it didn’t mean he liked it. The safety of the pack was his responsibility, and it was a sacred trust.

Jesse was practically vibrating with adrenaline. If Matt kept pushing, he’d only get more lies. He’d try a different tack. Not least because that corporate catered lunch had been hours ago, and the scent of food had made its way in from the hallway until Matt wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into a juicy steak.

He’d get Jesse to let his guard down, to lose that snarky defiance he clearly used as a defense. Then, it would be easier to wrest the truth out of him.

“I’ve only just gotten in, and I need to eat,” he said casually. “You can join us for whatever Jason’s cooked up tonight before you go.”

He hoped Jesse would agree. Otherwise, he’d have to make him, and after a long and frustrating day dealing with shifter bureaucracy, he didn’t want to go to the effort.

“Think he’s doing steak and baked potatoes,” Bryce said. His voice was just as casual as Matt’s, but he knew what he was doing. “And cheesecake for dessert.”

Jesse’s stomach gurgled. They all pretended not to notice.

“Reckon I could stay just a while longer,” Jesse said, after due consideration, as if he were doing them a great favor.

“Do you want a shower before you get dressed?” Bryce asked.

“You sayin’ I need one?”

“Hell, yes,” Matt said, before he could stop himself.

To his surprise, Jesse suddenly grinned. Without the strain in his face, and with a smile like that, he was a goddamn heartbreaker.

Matt turned away.

“Ten minutes,” he said. “We eat in the kitchen. Bryce will show you.”

He left. If he stayed, he might just do whatever it took to see that smile again, and Matt didn’t get to want things like that anymore. Not when he still tasted blood in his dreams.

 

About the Author

Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a small English market town, where she nurtures enthusiasms for vintage aircraft, horses and gardening. An avid researcher for her books, she delights in uncovering unusual facts and sharing them with anyone within earshot. She insists this has never led to anyone hiding behind the furniture.

Joy writes at the pace her health allows, powered by enthusiasm, optimism and, above all, coffee. She hopes her books offer good company to anyone navigating their own winding paths.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “A Job Well Done” by Rose Maefair

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Book Title: A Job Well Done

Author and Publisher: Rose Maefair

Cover Artist: MILBART

Release Date: December 21, 2025

Tense/POV: third person/alternating POV

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Forced proximity, not quite enemies to lovers, hitman trope

Themes: Awakening for one character

Heat Rating:  4 flames

Length:  78 983 words/270 pages

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

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He was hired to end Bryce’s life… not crave his touch.

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Alex is a hitman with ice in his veins and a job that never allows for second thoughts. His latest target: Bryce Phillips, a small-town mechanic whose easy smile, generous spirit, and striking good looks captivate Alex from the first time he sees him. But orders are orders, and Alex never lets feelings get in the way—until now. When an unexpected encounter brings Alex face-to-face with Bryce, the line between hunter and protector blurs. Drawn to Bryce, Alex finds himself with an impossible choice, forcing him to make a split-second decision that will change both their lives forever. In a world where trust is deadly and every moment counts, can two men on opposite sides of a contract find a way to survive—and maybe even something more?

Excerpt 

“Alex drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he watched his mark. He longed to leave Lawrence, Kansas, but he couldn’t yet. He still had work to do. It should be a job like any other, but Alex struggled to keep it professional. It didn’t help that the job wasn’t typical, nor was the target.

He’d been hired to eliminate the mechanic whose shop he was watching, but Alex found that instead of plotting the man’s “accident,” he was contemplating his smile.

Bryce Phillips’s lips looked softer than any man had a right to have. They were ideally shaped, which worked well with the rest of his symmetrically perfect face. He had stunning hazelnut eyes, a light complexion, and walnut-colored hair.

He was a breathtakingly handsome man until he smiled. Then he was radiant.

Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was usually a focused man. It was what made him so good at his job. He’d killed before in his line of work and had done it unhesitatingly.

Yet something about Bryce Phillips was different. Alex didn’t know whether to be angry or intrigued. His fascination with the other man was threatening the job. Malcom Craven hadn’t hired him to moon over Bryce Phillips. He’d hired Alex to kill him before Bryce could testify against him.

It wasn’t Alex’s typical job. He was usually more selective. Most of Alex’s targets were guilty of something. The only thing Bryce Phillips seemed guilty of was being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Alex had spent some time watching Bryce. He appeared to be a stand-up guy who owned and operated a small mechanic shop, always greeting his customers with a smile. Once a week, he met up with the guys for beers and a game, and as often as not, the drinks were on him.

Bryce helped his neighbors with handyman jobs, had done at least one volunteer shift at the food pantry, and had a quick pet for every dog he met. He was a tactile man whose kind nature was exhibited in the encouraging pat on the shoulder for friends and family.

Alex had been intrigued since the moment he saw Bryce open his shop early for a customer. Alex had later learned she was a single mom with two kids who didn’t have time to bring the car in during regular business hours.

Bryce was social but didn’t seem to be dating anyone exclusively. However, it was easy for him to win a woman over with a smile. Alex had watched on at least three occasions as Bryce had been given numbers, though he hadn’t seemed to follow up on them.

His older brother, Clay, was the most pivotal person in his life. It wasn’t unusual to see the two meet up for lunch. They were a disparate pair. When Bryce wasn’t wearing his work overalls, he wore T-shirts with flannels and jeans. Clay was always in a suit, which made sense, since he was a lawyer.

In the week Alex had been watching Bryce, he’d learned a lot about the man, from the beer he drank to his favorite music. Oddly, Alex could have continued to surveil him even if he wasn’t getting paid. Bryce was a good man, and there hadn’t been many of those in Alex’s life.

Yet Alex had a job to do. Whether this was his standard case or not, he’d agreed to this per Luke’s request. Alex’s eldest brother didn’t make many requests of Alex. Nor did he understand Alex’s “pickiness” when it came to work, but nevertheless indulged it. This time, though, none of Alex’s other, less discriminating family members were available for the rush job, and Luke wouldn’t wait. Alex couldn’t say no to family, could he?

Alex gripped the steering wheel tighter. The man’s habits and Alex’s preferences didn’t matter. He was a professional, and he had a job to do. He would do it despite Bryce’s character and how attractive he was. If only it were that simple, especially when Alex couldn’t help but note Bryce’s smooth jawline and tight shirts.

Alex sat in his car, half hard, watching Bryce, and his mind wandered. He couldn’t help wondering how the mechanic’s lips tasted.”

About the Author 

Rose writes humorous, heart-thumping romances fueled almost entirely by coffee and questionable life choices. A long-time gamer and fall enthusiast, she can often be found curled up in Southern Indiana with her two cats, plotting new adventures for her characters. When she’s not writing, she hangs out with friends or surprises everyone with karaoke skills that are, frankly, better than expected.

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BOOK BLAST: “The Road to Pienza” by Garrick Jones

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Book Title: The Road to Pienza (The Road to Montepulciano #2)

Author and Cover Artist: Garrick Jones

Publisher: GRJ Press

Release Date: November 6, 2025

Genre: Crime Thriller

Themes: Historical fiction; Crime Fiction; Political Thriller; Action Thriller

Heat Rating:  5 flames

Length:  117 000 words/348 pages

It is part of a series, but does not end on a cliffhanger.

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The action-packed sequel to the best-selling thriller, The Road to Montepulciano

Blurb The action-packed sequel to the best-selling thriller, The Road to Montepulciano On the night of the ninth of June 1944, four days after the Allied liberation of Rome, four nuns are murdered in a railway carriage at the Vatican City railway station. Sixteen years later, returning to Tuscany after a gruelling book signing tour of Australia, Damson O’Reilly finds his partner, Giancarlo (no longer a detective but now a well-known and successful lawyer) engrossed in a slander case between Italy’s screen heartthrob, Mario Celestino, and a high-profile, fascist industrialist, Giovanni Scavola. The case uncovers buried secrets, secrets that bring to light the involvement of both men in the WW2 crime and which lead to kidnapping, torture and murder, culminating in a dramatic, bloody outcome that will rock the Italian nation to its core. Excerpt By the time I finished my turn in the bathroom, Kendall was naked, sitting up on top of the bed covers, so I perched on the edge of the mattress next to his knee and lit a cigarette. “Come closer,” he said. By now, I recognised that look in his eye. He ran his hand over my thigh and cupped my balls. I leaned back and moved my knees apart while he gently massaged my chest and stomach, his hand finally coming to rest, encircling the base of my by-now hard cock. “I like this,” he said, jiggling it a little. “What about the rest of me?” “Oh, yeah, that’s all right, too.” His accompanying cheeky wink made me grin. “What you said earlier … I’m the only man who’s ever fucked you?” “Yep.” “Why me?” “As I said, I like this.” He squeezed harder, milking my erection, then leaned over and licked the shiny drop of fluid from the eye of my cock with the tip of his tongue. “I’ve always liked looking at big ones, but yours is the first I’ve ever wanted inside me.” “Kendall—” He laughed, interrupting what I was going to say. “I’m not out to make trouble with you and Giancarlo. I really like him too. What we did in the hotel room in Sydney … I want more of that, and not just watching either.” “Where on earth does this come from? You’ve always seemed rather standoffish to me, especially when it comes to talking about sex.” “I dunno, Damson. Something just clicked between us that first night in Adelaide when I pretended to be drunk and asked you to suck me off.” “You returned the favour, as I remember.” “That’s right, and yours was the first cock I ever had in my mouth, and the first time I’d ever swallowed or even tasted spunk.” “I’m confused.” “I’m aware that I always skirt around my history—my sexual history, that is. You know that I’ve always been into sex with older women. Not sure why—I don’t remember my own mother, I was far too small when she died, so it can’t be that. Fooled around a bit in my teens with lads my own age; that happens at an all-boys’ boarding school. But then, when I joined up, I became fixated on what men had between their legs, especially the big ones, like yours. There was someone for a while, but all we did was swap tongues while we pulled each other off.” “You’ve never seemed to want to swap tongues with me,” I said, by this time my legs wide apart and my erection almost purple because he’d been squeezing the base so tightly. “Can we just be friends, Damson? I don’t want anything more than you as a close mate in my life. Of course, I still want to do this with you—and Giancarlo if that’s on the cards—but I’m not looking for a love affair. Is that all right with you?” I closed my eyes for a moment. “That depends.” “Depends on what?” I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him towards me. I guessed the kissing part of what he’d done with his army mate was something he really liked, because before I knew it, I was almost choking on his tongue after he’d nearly sucked mine out of my head. I pushed him onto his back on the bed. The kissing became more languid, sensuous, exploring. He guided my hand down to his balls, then raised his hips. I massaged the rim of his arsehole with my fingers. “Aw, fuck,” he moaned into my mouth. Damned if he wasn’t one of the best kissers I’d ever met. He didn’t even flinch a little bit as I eased my saliva-wetted dick into his body.

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From the outback to the opera.

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

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

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NEW RELEASE: “The Deviation” by Rebecca Raine

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Book Title: The Deviation

Author, Cover Artist, and Publisher: Rebecca Raine

Release Date: December 17, 2025

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

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Rock star, first time bi, workplace romance, forbidden love, found family

Themes: Pining, coming out, integrity, trust, belonging, loyalty

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length:  88 000 words

It is Book 3 in a series where each book can be read as a standalone. 

It does not end on a cliffhanger. 

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When my quiet life fell apart, he turned up the music in my soul. How do I pretend we never happened?

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Johnny

I did everything my parents wanted: got a respectable job, married my childhood sweetheart, and pushed my rock star dreams into the background. It was enough for me… until my divorce cracked open the cage.

Now old cravings rush to the surface, and I ache to satisfy each one. Starting with the gorgeous man I lock eyes with at a musical festival. Calum is all kinds of perfect. As a manager, he could accelerate my music career. As a man, he reignites the fire in my soul. I can’t have him both ways.

When my band signs with Calum’s company, we agree to keep our distance. No one can know we’ve met before. How far we’ve gone. How deeply we’ve tasted. Our futures depend on the secrets we must keep.

Calum

If I’d known who Johnny was the night we met, this never would have happened. Getting involved with a client is forbidden, and I can’t risk my job—or my sister’s security—for some lust-fuelled romance.

Working together doesn’t have to be complicated. That’s what I tell myself every time we avoid touching. When his eyes tease, and his lyrics seduce. As our professional successes mount, the connection between us only grows stronger.

There are lines we can’t cross. Boundaries we can’t break. But when Johnny is all I want, all I think about… how do I stay away?

Excerpt 

Johnny ambles over to invade my personal space. The warm, freshly showered scent of him creeps into my nostrils, causing me to inhale, but I don’t shy away from his closeness. He’s in a dangerous mood. If I show weakness, he may pounce.

“Would you like a drink?” he asks, gesturing with the tumbler that dangles from the fingers of his right hand.

“Sure.” It’s a terrible idea, but at the moment I’ll say yes to anything that will put some distance between us. He withdraws to the kitchen, and I suck in a lungful of oxygen. It doesn’t help. His presence lingers in every square inch of air. It strokes my insides, burrowing into my cells and setting them on fire.

This is not the meeting I expected. We’re supposed to talk about Ned and how we can be allies in my bid to win him over. This isn’t supposed to be a seduction, and I am definitely not supposed to be gagging for it.

Stalking after him, I plant myself in the entrance to the kitchen and glare at the lines of his muscular back. “Why am I here, Johnny?” The clipped words imply irritation, though the truth is probably closer to lustful vexation.

He turns, smirking as he delivers the generous glass of scotch to my hand. “Because you can’t stop thinking about me.”

My spine stiffens at his knowing drawl. I snatch the drink before escaping back to the living room. It has more room for pacing and I’m unsure what he’ll do if I stay still. “I mean, why did you ask me to come here tonight?”

He drains his glass as he returns. Dumping it on the coffee table, he steps into the path I’m wearing through his carpet. I come to an abrupt halt to prevent a head-on collision. His hands lift to cup my face, the calloused fingertips dragging over my cheekbones. The deep brown of his eyes drink me in, and his mouth is a breath away from mine. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says in a rough whisper.

There’s no smirk this time. Only need and heat and passion. “I wonder where you are, constantly. What you’re doing. How you taste.” His body crowds mine. Our hips brush together and, holy fuck, we’re both hard as nails. This man is lightning in my veins. The way I want him hurts, and I glory in the sharpness of the need. “I imagine you masturbating to the thought of me,” he whispers, “every time I masturbate to the thought of you.”

“Johnny.” The name is a groan, pulled all the way from my throbbing cock and up through my vocal cords. “We can’t do this.”

“Sure we can.” His head dips, and I shiver as his lips brush my throat. “I’ll show you.” His hands are on my hips now, tugging me more firmly against him. His mouth chases mine but I turn my head, my eyes drifting closed.

“I need…” My words falter as he rocks his hips, rubbing his erection against mine.

One hand threads through my hair. Taking it in a firm grip, he angles my face back towards his. His panting breath fills my open mouth. “I need you, too.” And then he’s kissing me. His tongue in my mouth. His body flush against mine.

God help me, I kiss him back. Even as I force my arms to stay at my sides and my body to remain still, I can’t resist losing myself for precious moments in his kiss, in the scotch and temptation of him.

When a needful moan reverberates from my throat to his lips, he pulls back long enough to smile at me. It’s the smile that shocks me back to my senses. Lifting one hand to his chest, I force myself to push him away.

“No, Johnny.” We stand there staring at each other, our chests heaving. “I need Fifth Circle. I need to sign a band and my boss has decided it has to be your band.” His smile dies and he straightens away from my touch. “If I don’t sign you to Rush, I lose my job. If my boss finds out what’s going on between us, I lose my job.” The ramifications of my actions slam into me and I drain the glass of scotch I’m still holding before putting it beside his. “I can’t risk my job. Not for anything.”

Not for you. The unspoken words hang between us.

His gaze hardens and a bitter grimace curls his lips. “In that case, we’re both shit out of luck.” Picking up the empty glasses, he storms back towards the kitchen. “There may not even be a band anymore.”

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Rebecca is a long-time lover of all things romance. Whether it’s a book, movie, or real life, she will always have more fun if there’s a love interest thrown into the mix. She lives in Queensland, Australia with her very own hero husband, two quirky kids and one big, black dog. Other than reading and writing books, her favourite things include loud music, enjoying a glass of wine on the patio, organising everything in existence, and spending too much time on the Internet.

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NEW RELEASE: “Rowan” by Colette Davison

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Book Title: A Daddy For Christmas 3: Rowan

Author and Publisher: Colette Davison

Cover Artist: Covers by Jo

Release Date: December 16, 2025

Tense/POV: first person, alternating POV

Genres:  Contemporary MM Romance, BDSM

Tropes: grumpy-sunshine, Daddy kink, forced proximity, snowed-in, insta-love, low-angst

Themes: Finding Christmas spirit

Heat Rating:  4 flames

Length: 39 000 words

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

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Blurb  When my brother jets off on a last-minute holiday, leaving me to run our business, my plan to avoid Christmas is left in tatters. The bright side? Is there one? I don’t really do bright sides. Making use of my brother’s flashy car and his driver, Rowan, is a plus. Sort of. Upbeat personalities aren’t my thing. Despite that, Rowan’s optimism is better than any chisel, chipping away at my stern exterior. Getting stranded in a snowstorm wasn’t on my itinerary, but here we are, cold and all alone, with no sign of being rescued. I couldn’t leave Rowan to freeze, could I? As we try to stay warm, I discover something about Rowan which makes me realise we have more in common than I expected. I’m technically his boss… …but that doesn’t matter tonight. Not when working together to raise the temperature in the car has the potential to be so much fun. But when the storm clears, will I still want to be Rowan’s Daddy? A Daddy for Christmas 3 is a multi-author series. Holiday tales of boys in need of Daddy’s love and in some cases, a firm hand. Naughty or nice, it’s all in Santa’s hands now. So why not dive in and read each standalone and enjoy the holidays alongside our boys.
Excerpt  “Look lively. Grumpy boss is on the prowl,” Rubin says. I stand tall and stare in the direction towards Nigel’s office. Damon is standing in the doorway, flicking his gaze around the room. He is so dreamy. Tall, dark hair, a stern expression, and fuck, does he look good in a suit. I don’t know how old he is, but I’d guess he’s in his mid-thirties. If I’m right, he’s around six or seven years older than me, which is perfect. Or it would be, if he weren’t one of my bosses. He’s overdressed compared to everyone else here, but I appreciate the cut of his navy, single-breasted jacket, and his royal blue tie. I’m overdressed, too. As Nigel’s driver, I need to look as smart as his cars. My official uniform is a charcoal-grey suit and a white shirt, which I jazz up with my choice of ties. Today’s is green with tiny candy canes all over it. Damon’s piercing stare falls on me. His irises are dark blue, although from this distance his eyes look like shining lumps of coal. “Rowan. Do you have a minute?” He returns to his office without waiting for an answer. “I will always have a minute for you, handsome,” I mutter under my breath. “Careful not to trip over your hard-on on the way to his office,” Rubin says. I flip him my finger. “I do not have a hard-on.” “Yet.” “I’m professional.” “Oh, yeah. So professional, you’re drooling right now.” “Am not.” “Are too.” I roll my eyes and make my way across the vast, yet cluttered space to the office. I knock before entering. “You needed me?” Damon is staring at the monitor, a vein pulsing in his temple and another throbbing in his neck. Is he stressed about something? Probably the fact that he’s here, rather than taking time off, like he should be. But if he’s here, where is Nigel? He gives me an apologetic look. “I need a favour and you’re the only one I can spare.” Which means he doesn’t need me to drive him anywhere. That’s a shame. “I need you to pick up my costume for the charity ball tomorrow night.” He pushes a Post-It Note across the desk with an address on it. “It’s a bit of a trek, I’m afraid.” “I don’t mind.” I scoop up the Post-It Note and scan the address. Yeah, he wasn’t kidding when he said it was a trek. “Wait. I thought Nigel was going to the charity ball.” Damon sighs. “Nigel’s not here.” His words are clipped and stern. “Fuck, how am I going to get there? It’s in the middle of nowhere.” I clear my throat, drawing his attention back to me. I smile brightly and wave my hand. “Your driver’s standing right in front of you.” “It’s in the middle of nowhere. At night.” I widen my smile. “It’s my job. You do know that because it’s in the middle of nowhere, Nigel booked two rooms for the night, don’t you?” He stares at me. I guess he didn’t know. “Aren’t I lucky that he doesn’t expect me to sleep in the car?” Although I could easily. “I think he was planning on taking the Rolls-Royce. Is that all right with you?” It’s a beautiful car, with a stunning interior ceiling. “This is why we need a PA,” he grates out. “Nah, this is why you’ve got me. If it’s anything to do with getting from A to B, I know what the plan is.” I wave the Post-It Note. “One costume coming up.” He half-smiles. “Thanks, Rowan.” “You’re welcome.” Now get out from behind your desk and give me a hot, steamy, thank-you kiss. A guy can dream.

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

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Book Title:  Boolgarrin

Author:  Jude Rule

Publisher: Warru Press

Cover Artist: Leo Fortin

Release Date: November 8, 2025

Tense/POV: third person, past tense, alternating POV

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Small town romance, fake marriage, marriage-of-convenience romance, second chance

Heat Rating: 3.5 flames    

Length: 38 913 words/ 150 pages

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

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He thought he was saving the farm. He never expected to lose his heart.

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Sometimes you have to fake it before you make it—especially when it comes to marriage.

When a father’s hatred becomes a weapon from beyond the grave, two men must fake a marriage to save a family farm.

Finn has hurt him once. Can Ben survive being married to the man he desires most in the world without his heart being crushed in the process?

Located in the fictional town of Murrilup, Western Australia, Boolgarrin is a tender marriage-of-convenience romance. Amidst small-town prejudice and a vengeful neighbour, two men hope for a second chance at love.

Excerpt 

Ben couldn’t sleep. He twisted in the sheets, fists clenching against the mattress. The ceiling above seemed to tilt with the shadows, and his breath caught sharp and uneven, as if the ground had shifted beneath him.  He was used to having control of his life, and now he felt completely unbalanced.  His mind was racing.  In one day, his whole life had been upended.  Amelia and Josie had started wedding planning.  The admission by Finn, though, was what really blind-sided him.  

He finally gave up on sleep. Slipping his feet into his slippers, he padded into the kitchen. 

He smiled faintly as he put a couple of brownies in the microwave, then turned to flick on the kettle and noticed pots simmering on the stove. Iris made the best brownies.  

“Sorry,” he said. “I thought I’d be the only one up.”

Amelia appeared from the pantry, smiling tiredly.

“Can’t sleep either?” he asked.

She shook her head and gestured to the kitchen bench. “Come sit. I’m just finishing something.”

“I can make my tea and head back to my room,” Ben said.

“Nah, come and join me,” she said, pulling out one of the breakfast stools.  After helping herself to some water from the fridge door, she sat down.

They sat together briefly, neither saying anything.  

“What are you making?” asked Ben, breaking the silence.

“Hand cream.”

“It smells amazing.”

“Thanks,” said Amelia. She smiled, the first genuine smile Ben had seen from her all day. “I’ve been selling some at the farmers’ market in Bremer Bay. Nothing major, just pocket money really, but people seem to like them.”  She returned to the pots on the stove and started stirring them.

“Selling them?” Ben raised his eyebrows. “That’s brilliant, Amelia. Have you thought about expanding it?”

She shrugged. ” I wanted to. I have notebooks full of ideas, including new scents and packaging designs, and I’ve even researched what it would take to start officially.” Her face fell slightly. “Dad said university was a waste of money for girls. That I’d just get married and have babies anyway, so why bother with business studies?  He was happy to spend money on the stuff I needed to make the product, but he wasn’t happy with me selling any, even at the market.”  

Ben felt that familiar anger toward his father rising in his chest. “That’s rubbish, Amelia. You know that, right?”

“I know. But when someone tells you something often enough…” She trailed off, focusing intently on her stirring.

“You could still do it, you know. Study business. Sell these.” Ben gestured toward her pot of hand cream. “Finn would help with the legal stuff.”

Amelia’s face brightened. “You think he’d help?”

“Of course he would. Especially after…” Ben paused, realising he was about to bring up the marriage arrangement. “Well, especially considering everything he’s doing for us.”

For a while, the kitchen was quiet except for the sound of Amelia’s spoon scraping the sides of the pot. Ben stared into his tea, Finn’s words from earlier echoing in his head.

“Can I ask you something?” Amelia said quietly.

“Sure.”

“I saw your face when Nate said Finn would move in. Why is that such a big deal? He used to stay over all the time.”

Ben raked a hand through his hair. “That was different. Back then, he was just Nate’s friend.”

Amelia tilted her head. “So?”

He took a big breath.  “It’s a lot, okay?”

“I know, but …”

“Look, if I tell you something, do you promise to never tell anyone, not Finn and definitely not Nate?”

She nodded, “Of course.  I love you, brother. I’m just trying to understand.”

“I’ve never told anyone this before.”

“Then I’m honoured you trust me.”

He laughed nervously and began, fingers picking at his nails.  “When I was seventeen, he came over, but Nate was out with Josie.  Their relationship was still new, and they had gone to the Stirling Ranges, where they planned to have a picnic and do the Kanga Walk.  He told me that he would hang around until they got back, as he hadn’t let Nate know that he was coming anyway.  We had a great afternoon.  We went for a ride and sat down by the old Moreton Bay Fig Tree.  When we returned, he came into my room and we played video games.  We just talked and laughed, and I may have just snaffled a port, so we may have had a drink or two too.”

Amelia arched a brow.  “You may have?”

“Fine, I definitely did.” Ben grinned briefly.  “Finn was more used to drinking than me, but we both became a little tipsy.”

“Oh no.  This is going to be bad, isn’t it?” Ben nodded his head.  

“I started talking to him about how he had the most beautiful, deep blue eyes, like the ocean, that someone could drown in.  I even told him his eyes were cobalt blue.”  Ben put his hands over his face.  “I mean how geeky is that?”

Amelia shrugged and continued to stir her concoction on the stove.  “I don’t know, it’s not as if you told him the hex code for the colour.”

Ben laughed and shook his head.  “No, but it gets worse.  I then told him what kissable lips he has, and then I leaned forward and kissed him.  At first tentatively, but then when he put an arm around me, I reached out and pulled my hands through his hair.”  Ben closed his eyes; the mere thought of that kiss always brought him back to that night, the softness of Finn’s hair and the feel of his lips. It was as if electricity shot through Ben.  Before Ben knew it, he had acted on instinct, their lips moving together, Ben’s tongue moving across the seam between Finn’s lips.  Finn responded, sliding his arm around Ben’s waist and kissing him back. When Finn moaned, Ben pulled him closer.

“Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.”

“Nate,” said Amelia quietly.  She had stopped stirring and was sitting opposite Ben on a stool.  Ben nodded and put his hands over his cheeks.  

“Finn jumped back, causing me to step back.  Our hair was mussed, our skin flushed, and our lips swollen.  Nate opened the door and told Finn that he was home.  He had dropped Josie off on the way.  He looked between the two of us, and I still have no idea what he was thinking.  Finn told him he would join him in a sec.”

“Close call.  I’m glad that Nate didn’t just walk in.”

I shook my head.  “I’m so glad too.  It was bad enough as it was.”

Amelia reached over and put her hand over mine.  “What happened next?”

“Nate’s forehead creased, and he looked like he was going to say something, but then he closed the door and left.”

“Finn spoke quietly, presumably so that Nate wouldn’t hear, but there was a forcefulness to his voice.    ‘What the heck!’ he had exclaimed, ‘we’re both men.’  I looked down, thinking that I’d misread all the signals.  I thought he had liked it.  He told me in no uncertain terms that it could not happen again, as he didn’t like me that way.  He then left the room, while I slumped to the floor, wondering how I was ever going to recover.”

Amelia reached across and squeezed his hand. “So, that’s why you started trying to avoid him?”

“Was I that obvious?”  Ben rubbed his chest, wondering why it hurt so badly all these years later. 

“Yep.  Sorry, but it was very obvious.”

“It was only a couple of weeks later that I came out to you and Nate.”

“So, you fell in love with Finn when you were drunk.”

Ben shook his head.  “No, I had had a big crush on him for a couple of years, before I, well, before that incident.”

“Look, I can see why it was embarrassing back then, but I don’t see why it is such a problem now.”

“Because I made a fool of myself.  I was so utterly embarrassed that I couldn’t face him until now.”  Ben paused.  “Even now.”  

“But is it really that bad?  I mean, you made a pass and he kissed you back, right?”

“Right.”

“And he wrapped his arm around you?”

“Yes.”

“Then, when you were nearly caught by Nate, he lied and told you he wasn’t gay.”

“Right again.  I didn’t even know he was gay until today.”

“I still don’t get why you were so embarrassed.”

“He rejected me, and he is my brother’s best friend, which meant that I had to face that rejection every day.”

Amelia shook her head.  “Ben, I think that he may have rejected you with his words, but his actions say something else.  I think he was attracted to you and liked the kiss.  When he was nearly caught by Nate, he freaked out.”

About the Author 

Jude Rule is an author from Western Australia.  This is his debut novel.

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Book Title: Finding Harbor

Author: Duncan Gaye

Release Date: November 10, 2025

Tense/POV: Third person/ past tense

Genres: MM Historical Romance, LGBTQ Fiction

Tropes: Friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, small town romance, forced proximity, shared bed

Themes: Love against the odds, found family

Heat Rating:  2 flames

Length: 291 pages

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

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Blurb Part of The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye Patrick Callahan comes to Cape Breton expecting easy money from a quick and lucrative timber deal. Instead, he only finds humiliation. Swindled out of his inheritance and stranded in a windswept fishing village, he is left with nothing but a single suitcase and a future that has collapsed overnight. At seven and a half feet tall, Angus MacAskill is a gentle giant with his own past. In St. Ann’s, he is known for his silent kindness as much as he is for his stoic nature. He offers Patrick a bookkeeping job in his mercantile, and a place by the fire. What begins as a simple arrangement blossoms into a profound connection neither man could have ever imagined. Set within the wild beauty of nineteenth-century Nova Scotia, Finding Harbor is a queer historical romance about survival, finding home, and a love that takes root slowly but with unshakable strength. Perfect for fans of Annie Proulx (Brokeback Mountain), Cat Sebastian (A Gentleman Never Keeps Score) and KJ Charles (An Unseen Attraction). Excerpt  Patrick watched, fascinated by the sight. Submerged, Angus looked even more amazing. His chest rose like an island from the water, with rivulets flowing through the valleys of his muscles. His hands, spread wide to aid his floating, could have easily spanned Patrick’s entire ribcage. Every proportion spoke of power held in careful check, strength tempered by conscious gentleness. As Angus had predicted, the water’s temperature became pleasant after the initial shock. Patrick swam to the pool’s center. His strokes were strong and careful. They reflected his childhood summers in Boston Harbor. He circled Angus once, then twice, like a small craft orbiting a ship. “Show off,” Angus said, righting himself in the water. He moved with surprising speed for his size, catching Patrick around the waist before he could dart away. Patrick found himself lifted effortlessly, Angus’s hands secure around his midsection. “What are you—” he began, but his question transformed into a yelp of surprise as Angus tossed him several feet through the air. He hit the water with a splash, sank briefly, then surfaced, sputtering but laughing. “Again?” Angus asked, his eyes bright with mischief. “You’re a menace,” Patrick said accusingly, but he swam back to Angus, nonetheless, allowing himself to be captured once more. This time, Angus hoisted him into the air with deliberate care, ensuring Patrick was prepared before launching him skyward. At the pinnacle of his leap, Patrick savored a delightful instant of weightlessness—just a taste of flying. Then, in a beautiful arc, he dove cleanly back into the water. As he emerged, he noticed Angus watching him with bright-eyed admiration. “Graceful,” the giant commented. “Like a kingfisher.” What began as play evolved into a pattern: Angus would throw, Patrick would fly, then dive, then return for more. Each toss sent him higher, Angus’s strength precisely controlled to provide thrills without danger. Patrick laughed freely, just like he did as a child. He forgot about being self-conscious. The joy of movement, water, and trust flooded him. Breathless and excited, Patrick swam to Angus and climbed onto his broad shoulders. He wrapped his arms loosely around the giant’s neck. “Onward,” he commanded imperiously, pointing toward the small waterfall. Angus obliged. He swam with powerful strokes that barely seemed affected by Patrick’s added weight. They traversed the pool together, Patrick riding high above the water’s surface, feeling the play of muscles beneath him as Angus moved. In the tender embrace, skin met skin; Patrick’s chest molded to Angus’s back. This connection stirred a quieter pleasure, profound and comforting. At the waterfall, Angus stood tall, water cascading down his body. Patrick, perched confidently on his shoulder, felt like he was soaring among the towering trees. The shift in perspective was exhilarating. “You see things differently from up here,” Angus said in a low voice, one hand reaching up to steady Patrick. “Is this how you always see the world?” Patrick asked, marveling at the altered perspective. “More or less,” Angus confirmed. “Higher than most, lower than trees.” He helped Patrick slide down from his shoulders. His hands guided Patrick through the water. Soon, they faced each other, bodies close but not touching. Droplets clung to Angus’s eyelashes and beard, catching sunlight like tiny prisms. His hands remained at Patrick’s waist, neither restraining nor demanding, simply connecting. Patrick placed his palms against Angus’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath water-cooled skin. Angus’s eyes held his, patient and waiting. He inched closer, their lips poised for connection. When the kiss came, it tasted like fresh water and sunlight; unhurried and adventurous. Unlike their first kiss by the fireside, heavy with longing, this one held a different charm. It was not about urgency, but the playful bliss of certainty. Angus’s arms cradled him gently, as water lapped at their shoulders. Wrapped in each other’s embrace, they felt whole for a moment, completely secluded in their secret haven.

About the Author 

Duncan Gaye lives in River Forest, Illinois. He believes magic can be found anywhere, even the suburbs. He writes the kind of love stories that sneak up on you—queer, tender, and just a little strange. His books are full of burly big-hearted men, tall tales, impossible odds, and the kind of endings that leave you wanting more.

When not writing, he likes to read, travel and relax with his adorable senior dogs, Spotty and French Fry.

The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye is a thematic anthology series of stand-alone LGBTQ+ novellas and novels that tell love stories shaped by the extraordinary. Blending elements of speculative fiction, magical realism, tall tales, and literary drama, these are stories where intimacy and identity meet epic strength and emotional vulnerability.

From the mythical to the mundane, each book explores larger-than-life characters—strongmen, bodyguards, super soldiers, and other giants. For fans of emotional intensity, queer desire, and stories that stretch the boundaries of realism, this series offers a new kind of legend.

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Book Title: Jingled

Author:  Evan J. Corbin

Publisher: Atonement Books, LLC

Cover Artist: https://openbookdesign.biz/

Release Date: November 7, 2025

Tense/POV: Third Person

Genres: MM Speculative Fiction; Satire

Theme: Family accepting a gay son

Heat Rating: 1 out of 5 flames

Length: 77 777 words/275 pages

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

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When Christmas never ends… Reality does.  

A biting, satirical thriller about a world trapped in endless Christmas cheer.

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Matt Daughtry has always felt like he and his parents live in separate worlds—his shaped by the urbane, Northeastern liberal elite, theirs by Southern conservatism, homespun “common sense,” and talk show-fueled conspiracies. His homosexuality remains an open secret, something they sidestep rather than confront, much less accept. When he and his sister return for Christmas, the wrong sibling brings home a boyfriend for the first time.

What starts as a tense but routine holiday gathering takes a surreal turn the next morning. Flights are canceled, pilots and flight attendants mysteriously take time off, and by the following day, an estimated seventy-eight million Americans fail to return to work. Their explanation? They just want to spend more time with their families. Christmas can be every day when you’re with family.

His parents—and millions of Americans—are suffering from a bizarre condition, trapped in an endless holiday loop, determined to celebrate Christmas every day. They make choices that go against their self-interests.  Blissfully unbothered by their accumulating debts, economic collapse, or even basic responsibilities, they live in a festive delusion seemingly fueled by an addictive algorithm used by an evangelical shopping app called MerryNet.

At first, Matt sees no reason to get involved. He’s never been able to reach his parents before—why would this be any different? But as the syndrome spreads, paralyzing the country, he stumbles upon evidence linking the outbreak to corporate actors intent on silencing their perceived right-wing enemies. Faced with a choice between complicity and action, Matt realizes that exposing the truth may come at the cost of his career, safety, and sanity. But the country may slide further into a dystopian nightmare if he doesn’t act.

With the help of his boyfriend and sister, Matt must not only uncover the syndrome’s cause and cure but also confront the deeper divisions tearing his family—and the nation—apart.

Excerpt 

Chapter 1

Matt did the math. This was the fifth year he had flown from Chicago to Charlotte to see his family. Five years. Five flights down. Five more back. Five broken promises. He made the same promise every year after Christmas, usually somewhere between his parents’ driveway and the ticketing counter at the airport to fly back home. Never Again. Yet, here he was, sitting in the driver’s seat of the mid-sized rental car parked outside his parents’ house. Again. At least this year, he’d brought reinforcements.

“I just had my vape a second ago,” Matt said, wedging his hand between the driver’s seat and the gear shift, his fingers fanned out, groping for the one thing that would ease his anxiety. 

“Is it in your coat pocket?” Grant asked.

“I checked,” Matt said, using his other hand to frisk his chest again. 

“Sweetheart,” Grant said, pointing at him. “It’s in your lap.”

“Jesus,” Matt said. “I should put it on one of those chains like they have for pens at the bank.”

Grant brought his matching vape to his lips and sucked on it. “Spoken like two people who could absolutely quit any time they want to.”

Matt coughed. “Maybe once Christmas is over. Until then, I can’t handle any more anxiety.”

His thoughts turned back to his parents. He could recite their lines like a Broadway play that lingered long after its popularity had waned. His mother would allude to a “war on Christmas.” As a proxy for the Northeastern liberal elite, he could count on his father to hold him personally liable for the perceived collapse of family values and decency. He knew it would usually earn a ceasefire to see him and his sister, except this year, the wrong sibling was bringing a boyfriend home for the first time.

“It’s pretty,” Grant said, craning his neck to look at the two-story house with the white vinyl siding. 

Matt scoffed. The home he grew up in was scarcely any different from the other homes on the block.  He knew his boyfriend was only trying to help, but he ignored him and took another slow drag on his vape. He exhaled a thin plume of vapor, watching it curl around the steering wheel in a car that grew colder with each minute he procrastinated. He stuffed the vape into his coat. 

Matt thought of his vape and figured he wouldn’t be the only one with a concealed weapon at his parents’ house. His father, a proud concealed-carry permit owner, wouldn’t let the family forget his holstered “right to bear arms” strapped under his armpit. Honestly, Matt thought, it barely qualified as “concealed” when his dad worked it into every discussion, from gas prices to his latest election conspiracy.

Matt, by contrast, prided himself on his ability to keep secrets like the one now discreetly tucked into his coat. He’d never been caught, though his frequent trips to the bathroom hadn’t escaped his mother’s relentless curiosity. Her concern for his well-being was as unwavering as his determination to dodge the interrogations she called “conversations.” 

Last year, after two clandestine trips to the bathroom in less than an hour, with the earnestness only she could muster, she’d asked if he needed to see a doctor about his prostate. At twenty-nine years old, he knew the suggestion was absurd. Matt resisted the temptation to tell her that if he wanted his prostate examined, he had an app for that.

About the Author  

Evan is a member of the LGBTQ community who fancies himself as a playboy socialite, living in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  Between work and lucid moments of sobriety, he writes a little.  His debut novel is a light-hearted work that still manages to confront religious hypocrisy and contemporary LGBTQ struggles to balance their loss of culture with new-found civil rights.

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