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Book Title: Restored Ruins (A Paranormal Gay Daddy
Romance)

Author: G.R.
Lyons

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: Dana Leah at
Designs by Dana

Release Date: February 25,
2022

Genre: Paranormal M/M/M Romance

Tropes: Age gap, second
chances, hurt/comfort, found family, celebrity/commoner

Themes: Faith/belief/acceptance (not religious) of self and possibility,
love

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 60 000 words/ 240
pages

It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger. It has an HEA
ending.

It is the first book in a new
series.

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Kidnapped by his idol?
Yes, please!

Blurb

Connor Jenkins is sick of rejection. Now, instead of getting
close to anyone, he lives vicariously through other people’s phones and webcams. Thanks to
his skills, he always gets away with it.

Until he hacks his idol.

Brendan Shyth is haunted by loss. First, the death of his
boy. Then the end of his music career thanks to a grief-induced drunken accident. Fringe
science regrew his fingers, but he still can’t bring himself to play again. Avoiding his fans, the
media, and his manager, Brendan hides in his mansion, determined to be left alone.

Until he finds his webcam on and realizes someone is
watching him. Someone other than the ghost of his dead lover, that is.

Brendan has Connor tracked down and kidnapped,
meaning to teach him a lesson. But the teasing brat gets under his skin in a way that no one
has in years.

A boy in need of security. A ghost in need of acceptance. A
man in need of faith. With a career, sanity, and hearts on the line, can these men overcome
their fears before it’s too late?

Restored Ruins is the first book in the Gentleman
Hackers series. It features a boy whose hair color never stays the same, a daddy who puts
him in serious time-out, a ghost desperate to be seen, and an MMM HEA ending. No pianos
were harmed in the writing of this romance (though they do make good horizontal
surfaces).

Excerpt

Had he really been kidnapped?

First of all, rude.

He tried to blink the haze from his vision while he
processed this strange, new reality.

Someone had actually managed to catch him.

Well, shit. Well done.

Connor started to sit up, then paused. Two things occurred
to him at once. Three things,
actually. One, it was somehow morning
already. Two, he was in a bed. With some
amazingly soft sheets, by the way. Damn. He
was going to have to figure out what they were made of and get some for himself.

Not that he could probably afford them, but, hey, a boy
could dream.

And, three…

He was naked.

Connor raised an eyebrow. Huh.

He stared up at the ceiling as he took stock of his body. The
soft sheets cascaded over his naked skin, making him hyper-aware of every tiny movement
he made. A slow inhale made the fabric brush teasingly over his nipples, and a slight shift of
his leg had the sheets drifting over his groin. Connor squeezed his legs together.
Holy fuck. Much more of that and he would be a horny mess, though it was already almost too
late for that.

Connor paused, wondering if his kidnappers were watching
him.

He bit back a moan at the idea, then muttered a curse and
shook his head. He had to focus.

Connor drew his arms out from under the sheets. He
wasn’t restrained in any way. There was nothing stopping him from getting out of bed and
exploring the room. And he didn’t feel pain anywhere. Other than where the needle had
gone in. That still stung.

Again. Rude.

Connor rubbed the spot and slowly sat up. At least his
kidnapper had been kind enough to keep the ground from punching him in the face. That
would not have been fun.

He paused, then probed all over his face with his fingertips,
just to be sure.

Nothing hurt there. Connor: one. Ground: zero. Ha! Take that.

Chuckling to himself, he glanced around the room, trying to
guess where he might be. It looked like a normal bedroom—bed, dresser, nightstands,
lamps—but way more high-end than he was used to. Spacious. Elegant. Obviously
expensive, but tastefully so. And it didn’t have the rubber-stamp feel of a hotel room.
Connor had seen plenty of those—from casual hookups with businessmen just passing
through town—so he would know.

But this was different. This was custom. Unique. This was
someone’s home.

He looked to one side and saw a pair of glass doors leading
out to a balcony, the view obscured by some gauzy curtains. Across from him was an open
doorway into a washroom. Connor blinked. Holy
shit. Even from that angle, the washroom
looked enormous, and he was sure he wasn’t even seeing half of it.

On the nightstand beside him was a small computer tablet.
When Connor started to reach for it, the device detected his proximity and illuminated the
screen, showing him a home control panel. There were options for room temperature,
dimmed lighting, and blackout window shades, amongst other things.

Connor smirked. Don’t worry, darling. I’ll play with you later.

He grabbed the sheets, meaning to toss them aside and get
out of bed so he could explore the room more thoroughly, then stopped when he heard the
snap of a key in a lock.

Connor spotted the door—fancy double doors, in fact—and
watched them slowly open.

He blinked stupidly and almost laughed as a butler
appeared in the widening gap. An actual, real-life butler. White gloves and all.

Before Connor could voice his mirth, though, the butler
stepped aside and bowed his head deferentially, revealing another man who’d been
standing behind him.

The second man took a few steps into the room, glaring
directly at Connor.

Connor’s jaw dropped.

Holy shit.

Vesad Stromos. Right there. In the flesh.

He’d been kidnapped by Vesad Stromos. Forget just spying
on the man through a hacked webcam. He was actually inside the famous musician’s
house.

Day. Fucking. Made!

About the Author

G.R. Lyons stumbled into
writing as a form of trauma recovery when traditional therapy wasn’t working.

Then the story ideas just kept
on coming.

Pulling from a vivid
imagination as well as real-life experience as a trans man, a sexual assault survivor, and a
person living with mental illness, Lyons has written multiple, interconnected series set
within his fictional world of the Shifting Isles.

When not writing, Lyons can
be found belly dancing around the house, studying anarcho-capitalist philosophy, buried in
his never-ending TBR pile, or working out at the local CrossFit gym.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Night of the Blood Red Moon” by Patricia Logan

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Book Title: Night of the Blood Red Moon

Author: Patricia
Logan

Publisher: Westburg
Publishing Inc (self-published)

Cover Artist: Alexandria
Corza

Release Date: February 25,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM paranormal (werewolf)
romance

Tropes: Fated mates, Old-fashioned britches ripper

Themes: Forced marriage

Heat Rating: 3 – 4
flames

Length: 67 500 words/ 350
printed pages

It is a standalone story, but as
the series develops, an underlying, multiple-story arc will emerge.

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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An old-fashioned britches

ripper with a tooth and claw twist.

Blurb

An old-fashioned britches ripper with a tooth and claw twist.

Being the prince of all werewolves sucks.

Almost ten years ago, I did my duty and married a female
even though I was desperately in love with an older man. When she died giving birth to a
child who could never take the throne, I ran. I left home, shirking my responsibilities,
knowing eventually they’d catch up to me. Well, they have. My father now insists I marry a
female half my age so I can father a proper heir and secure our rule over the
First House for several more generations.

Being chosen to serve the king is a dream come true.

Even though I grew up poor, I worked hard to support my
mother. When my mentor chose me to travel to America with the king, I
was unbelievably honored to meet his son, the future ruler of all werewolves. I didn’t know
how to react when I first laid eyes on Prince Caster, but he cast a spell over me with a single
glance, and my life changed forever. I was not only looking at my future king, but the man
made just for me. The moment his lips met mine, I knew this story would end horribly…in
either heartache or death.

Denying destiny is a terrible idea.

As desperately as I want to ignore my attraction to the
common brown wolf, I cannot. The moment I saw the warm glow of his amber eyes, the
need to take him into my arms and drag him off to my bed was overwhelming. Alas, I have a
duty to perform, and it doesn’t involve the man Mother Nature made only for me.

This story won’t end well…I just know it.

Night of the Blood Red Moon is a gay romance with an HEA
ending.

Excerpt

I was a complete and utter fool. The moment Lady Penelope stepped out of her limousine
wearing three-thousand-dollar shoes, carrying a matching purse, I knew my mating with
Prince Caster was doomed. She looked breathtaking standing beside the car with her
mother at her side. She looked up at the prince who stood beside his father on the porch
watching as her father walked down the steps to greet his wife and daughter. The smile
which spread across her luscious cherry-red lips made her whole face light up. She
practically shimmered.

I’d never seen a more beautiful creature in my life.

The diamonds around her neck, around her wrists, and on her fingers were no match for the
sparkle in her bright blue eyes. They were framed with black lashes, a much darker shade
than the light blonde of her hair which was twined in a ribboned braid and piled on top of
her head. When she smiled at her father who bent to kiss her rosy cheeks, the whole world
seemed to light up. Much worse than all of this were the thoughts that I heard in her head.

“In person, he’s so much more handsome than the portrait he sent. Oh…look at him. My
mate is the most regal and kind man on earth. How could I be so lucky to have been blessed
by such a wonderful soul. I hope he loves me. I already love him.”

Her unspoken words made the tatters of my heart sink. She wasn’t horrible at all. She was a
lovestruck girl, and I’d never felt so lost in my entire life.

“Emory, get control of your thoughts. If I can hear them, others will. You’re slipping,” Claudio
whispered beside me. We stood on the semi-circular driveway in front of the inn with most
of the other servants who were ordered to stop whatever they were doing to come and
witness the arrival of the future queen of werewolves. I glanced over at him, noting how
handsome my best friend looked, standing up straight and tall with everyone else.

All in all, there had to be fifty servants standing at attention on either side of the crescent
driveway. We looked good, well-groomed, and dressed in our best uniforms of black pants,
long-sleeved white shirts, and black vests. Some of the senior staff wore suit coats. Claudio
and I didn’t. It wasn’t required. The females wore their hair pulled up and the males’ shoes
were all buffed to a high polish.

“You’re right. Sorry.” I nodded to my best friend, and then turned back, knowing by the
frown on Claudio’s face, how miserable my expression had to be as we watched this farce
playing out on the driveway. Only hours before, I’d woken in my lover’s arms, and he was
now leaning down to take Lady Penelope’s delicate hands in his and buss both of her
cheeks. I felt a sob rising in my throat and choked it back, relieved when Claudio’s hand
slipped into mine and squeezed my fingers.

Tears burned behind my eyes as I watched Caster straighten and smile at Penelope before
offering her his elbow. She blushed prettily and took the offered elbow with both small
hands. As he waited for her to turn, he lifted his head and stared right past her much shorter

form. When his ice blue gaze met mine, I felt a pang of longing run through me. As our gazes
met, I thought I recognized a similar look in his eyes but just as quickly as it had appeared, it
was gone, replaced with the dark glare he now wore. I trembled in Claudio’s hold, and he
crushed my fingers in his hand just as Caster dragged his gaze from mine and turned away,
leading his bride into the house.

“Breathe, Emory. It’s over,” Claudio whispered.

I gasped, suddenly feeling so lightheaded, I thought for sure I’d faint. I looked over at him
and recognized the pitying expression he wore on his face. I nodded.

“I’m fine. I’m…good.” My lower lip trembled, and my eyes filled with tears, belying my
words.

About the Author

International bestselling
author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling
romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family.
When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up
way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is
coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types.
Married to a wonderful man for 35 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by
people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.

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Book Title:
Oblivious

Author: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Covers by
Jo

Release Date: February 14,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Best friends to lovers, double bi-sexual awakening

Themes: Trusting in each other

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 43 000
words

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

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Isn’t it obvious we’re just
best friends?

Blurb

Adrian is my best friend. We live together, hang out, and
he’s the best cake taste tester I could want.

Hugs are the
norm, along with cuddles while watching horror films. I need someone to protect me during
the scary bits, so why not Adrian? He’s almost a foot taller than me, so he makes a good
armchair too.

Life is exactly the
way I like it until Adrian’s sister drops a bombshell that leaves me questioning everything I
think I know about myself and my straight best friend.

Can one kiss
change everything? I’m about to find out.

Oblivious is an
M/M best friends to lovers novella. It’s a light and fluffy love story, with a double bi-sexual
awakening, a little bit of heat and no angst. None. Zip. Nadda. There’s meddling family
members and two sweet best friends who are totally oblivious about how much they really
care for each other. Oh, and cakes. There’s lots of cakes.

Excerpt

She hands me an order slip.

“Is Adrian here?” I ask as I read the order. He puts up with me calling him Addy, but to
everyone else, he’s Adrian, and I respect that.

“Yes.” She picks up the order I’ve just finished preparing, but instead of turning around and
going to serve it, she stares at me.

“What?”

“You knew Adrian was here based on his order?”

“He always asks for the same thing—a cheese and tomato toastie. No cucumber, extra
radish. I bet he asked for peppermint tea.”

“You’re so cute.”

“What? Why?”

“You just are, that’s all.” She smiles at me and then leaves the kitchen with an extra spring in
her step.

I’m left metaphorically scratching my head. I can’t do it because I’m preparing food. What on
earth was that about? I shrug and get Addy’s order ready, then take it out to him. He’s
wearing his work clothes—heavy-duty combat trousers, boots with steel toecaps, and a
fluorescent vest over a thick woollen jumper. He has to wear a hard hat when he’s working
up high, which has left his brown hair mussed up. He’s starting to go grey at the temples.
Although the hair on his head doesn’t have any warm tones in it, his beard and moustache
are streaked with auburn.

“You didn’t say you’d be popping in today,” I say as I put his food in front of him.

“I finished a job early, so figured I’d come to say hi before I have to be at the next job. Plus,
where else am I going to get a mountain of radish with my lunch?”

I laugh. “I don’t know how you can eat that stuff.”

He picks up a thin slice of radish with his thick fingers and pops it into his mouth. “It’s
delicious. You’re busy today.”

“Lunch rush. It’ll get quieter in about an hour. Then we’ll get the afternoon tea rush around
three.”

“Make sure you take a break.”

“Yes, boss.”

I’ve made a joke of it, but I do appreciate his concern. We’ve been looking out for each
other for twenty years now.

Even when we went our separate ways to university, we used phone and email to keep in
touch and support each other. Addy did a degree in arboriculture near Preston, whereas I
went to culinary school in London. I loved every minute of my course, but those three years
were lonely. As kids, we’d popped over to each other’s houses to hang out, but that was
impossible to do while living almost two hundred and fifty miles apart. I’d looked forward to
every holiday when I could see him in person.

Unlike most of our friends—okay, my friends—Addy has always been a bit of a loner. We
both ended up back in our hometown after uni to be close to our families. As a bonus, it
meant I got to hang out with my best friend again.

Funny that I should think about that now.

About the Author

Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she

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

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Book Title: Changeling: MM Paranormal Fantasy Romance (Outcast
Mates)

Author: Lee
Colgin

Publisher: Colgin
Enterprise

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: February 10,
2022

Genre: MM Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, found family, grumpy/sunshine, forced
proximity

Themes: Finding yourself

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 65 000 words/ 260
pages

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When a fae changeling on
the run is forced to hunker down with a grumpy incubus, will enemies become lovers or is
an ancient curse too much for them to bear?

Blurb

Dominus—an incubus who runs a brothel called The Twig
& Berries—is bored with his life and customers alike.

Sebastian—a changeling faerie swapped at birth for a
human infant—is reeling with the knowledge of his true heritage. Unsafe among humans,
he travels north to meet others of his kind.

But danger lurks, and when Sebastian is forced to hunker
down with Dominus for safe harbor, the tension between them flares hot.

Sebastian is the only person that’s piqued Dominus’s
interest in ages, but he’s fae. And Dominus has reason to despise faeries.

Forced together as trespassers infiltrate the territory, will
enemies become lovers or will a curse keep them apart forever?

Changeling
is an MM Paranormal Fantasy Romance featuring enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, a
steamy love story, lamb on a stick, and surprise visitors from other novels. If you enjoyed
Beneath the Opal Arc, this book’s for you.

Excerpt

A creature strolls into the room so stunning I must blink to
be sure he’s real.

Aside from the massive horns and gently swaying tail, he
doesn’t look like any demon I’ve ever imagined. He’s gorgeous, with gray-dappled lavender
skin, and he’s huge—taller than me even without considering the coiled horns that add
another foot to his already astounding height.

His sapphire blue eyes, sparkling with an interest that rivals
my own, catch my gaze. Silver brows—the same color as his long braided hair—arch to
elegant crescents high on his forehead.

“What treasure has arrived at my door this morning?” A sly
smile forms across lush pink lips. His skin is simply otherworldly, shining with an aromatic oil
spread from neck to toes.

I inhale the fragrance of a bouquet of fresh spring blossoms
plucked to gift a lover.

“Dominus, meet Sebastian, who finds himself in need of
safe harbor.” Ivaz makes a sweeping gesture from him to me. “Sebastian, meet Dominus,
who’s agreed to take you in.”

I let my gaze wander over the length of him. Practically
naked, he wears only a sheer shift of shimmering fabric the color of ripe plums. It’s pulled
tight over each hardened nipple, crossing just above his pierced belly button, then draping
loosely around his lean waist and bulging thighs. Silver strappy sandals adorn his otherwise
bare feet, the toenails painted purple to match the shift. Amethysts dangle from each
ear.

Dominus is a glittering jewel of a man—of an incubus, I
suppose. His attention brushes over me like a touch, grazing my skin and bristling the little
hairs on my neck in its wake. We stare at each other until I remember my manners.

Clearing my throat, I extend my hand. “Thank you for
offering me shelter.”

Dominus takes it within his larger one, his grip soft and
warm. “My pleasure.” He brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the backs of my
fingers.

I’m baffled by the boldness of the gesture, wondering how
he knows I prefer men. It’s usually a back-and-forth dance of daring mixed with
self-preservation to determine whether another fellow might be like-minded, but Dominus
doesn’t hesitate in the slightest.

To my chagrin, heat sears across my cheeks. Surely they’re
pink as petals. I’m not often so taken by another person, but Dominus is a magnificent
presence. His energy steals all the space in the room, spins it to his will, and returns it much
improved upon for having been under his control.

My tongue is thick and heavy in my mouth, but I force it to
work before I look like an idiot ogling him. “I’ve never met an incubus before.”

“And I’ve never met such a charming…” He studies me,
eyes raking over my lean form.

I open my mouth to answer, my flush deepening under his
scrutiny, but he shakes his head.

“No, let me guess. It’s more fun. Wood sprite?”

His guess brings a grin to my face. “There are wood
sprites?”

“Ah, so not a wood sprite, then.” He leans in close to me
and reaches for my hair. “May I?”

I bite my cheek and give a little nod. He takes a lock of my
hair and curls it through his fingers. Then he sniffs.

“Hmm, not a shifter. At least not one I recognize.” His eyes
sparkle with a new idea. “A jinn? But are you benevolent or malevolent?”

“I’m not that either. What’s a jinn?”

Dominus purses his lips, still twirling my hair. “Not a jinn.
Hmm.”

Ivaz groans before Dominus can answer my question. “Glad
to see the two of you hitting it off. Now where do we sleep?”

“Has our new guest worn you out already, old man?”
Dominus says to Ivaz.

“Hardly,” Ivaz scoffs. “But I have a letter to write before
dawn.”

“This way.” Dominus extends his elbow to me, and I take it.
His muscles flex beneath my fingertips.

We head down a narrow hallway with decorated silk drapes
hung crisscrossed over the ceiling and pass several doors on each side. Just how big this
place, and how many people sleep within these rooms? In the quiet, I hear only the
thumping of my heart and our soft steps muted by layers of thick rugs.

We stop by one of the doors. Dominus uses his free hand
to push it open. He glances to Ivaz. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.” Ivaz steps over the threshold.

I gasp as Dominus’s tail circles my waist and tugs me closer
to his side. It’s not unwelcome, but it’s quite surprising.

“Sorry,” he says, sounding anything but. “It has a mind of its
own sometimes.”

About the Author

Lee Colgin has loved
vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North

Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him
anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza.
Ask her how much she can bench press.

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Book Title: The Moonstone Girls

Author: Brooke
Skipstone

Publisher: Skipstone
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Cover Artist: Cherie
Chapman

Release Date: Feb 14,
2022

Genre: Historical (1967/68) F/F romance

Themes: Coming out, Rejection,
Forgiveness

“The story is full of drama, heartache, humor, and hope, set
against the backdrop of the late ’60s—the Vietnam War and the draft, racial prejudice,
homophobia, and a revolution in music.”

Queer rep: lesbian main
character, lesbian and gay side characters

Trigger Warnings:
homophobia, internalized homophobia, slurs, death, suicide, car accident, insensitive
language/jokes, PTSD.

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 103 500 words/ 338
pages

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

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In 1968, a
seventeen-year-old queer girl traveled to Alaska disguised as a boy.

Blurb

Tracy should have been a boy. Even her older brother
Spencer says so, though he wouldn’t finish the thought with, “And I should have been a girl.”

Though both feel awkward in their own skin, they have to
face who they are—queers in the late 60s.

When both are caught with gay partners, their lives and
futures are endangered by their homophobic father as their mother struggles to defend
them.

While the Vietnam War threatens to take Spencer away,
Tracy and her father wage a war of their own, each trying to save the sweet, talented
pianist.

At seventeen, Tracy dresses as a boy and leaves her parents
in turmoil, with only the slimmest hope of finding peace within herself. She journeys to a girl
with a guitar, calling to her from a photo, “Come to Alaska. We’d be great friends.”

Maybe even The MoonStone Girls.

Excerpt

Hours later, after I’d practiced piano, had a few arguments
about the war at dinner, and listened to complaints from Mom about Spencer’s continued
absence, I slipped into my pajamas and tried to stay awake, listening to “19th Nervous Breakdown”
from the Stones’ Big Hits album.

Something stumbled against my door. I heard Spencer cuss.
I ran to the door and yanked it open just as my very drunk brother rapped his knuckles
against the air.

“Whoa,” he said. “Where’d the door go? Hey, Sis.”

He wobbled just outside my room with a lopsided grin on
his face then put his finger to his lips. “Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m drunk.” He
giggled.

“No shit.” I put his arm over my shoulder and turned him
around. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Whaa . . . No.” He jerked his arm away and banged it into
the wall. “Ouch. Why’d you hit me?”

“You hit the wall, Spencer. Get to bed before you wake up
Mom and Dad.”

He put his hands on my shoulders and his face an inch from
mine. “You need to meet Pablo. He’s outside.”

“He drove you home?”

“Yeah. He thought I was too drunk to drive.” He breathed
and giggled. “He’s a really nice guy. We had a good time.”

I laughed, trying not to pass out from the alcohol fumes.
“Evidently.” I had never seen Spencer drunk. Dad would let us drink wine at dinner
sometimes. Maybe share a beer between us. But Spencer was never that interested.
Probably because Dad said a man’s got to learn how to hold his liquor. “What did you
drink?”

His eyes crossed. “Tequila. Oh, that’s the best. From itsy
bitsy glasses.”

“A shot glass?”

He held his hand like a pistol. “Bang. Bang. Shot after shot.
C’mon, you need to meet him.”

I helped him down the stairs. He tiptoed to the foyer then
grabbed the front door handle. Red lights flashed through the glass at the top of the
door.

“Cops?” I helped him open the door, and we both stared at
a policeman with his foot on the back of a young man, spread-eagled in our yard.

“Don’t you move, son,” yelled the officer.

Spencer’s eyes bulged as he screamed, “What are you
doing?” He ran toward the officer.

Somebody’s going to get shot! I followed. “Spencer! Stop!”

“He’s my friend!” He pushed the cop nearly to the ground
then bent down to help Pablo.

I ran to the officer whose hand moved toward his holster.
“That’s my brother’s friend. He drove my brother home and was waiting to meet me.” I
stood between him and the boys, holding my arms up, gasping for breath.

The man looked at me. “You live here?”

“Yes, with Spencer and my parents.”

Pablo was on his knees crying. “I thought he was going to
kill me.”

Spencer knelt and pulled Pablo to his chest. “You’re safe.
You’re safe.” He bent down to pick up Pablo’s white beret, brushed it off, and set it on his
head.

Pablo was thin and shorter than Spencer. His mouth hung
open as he gasped for breath; his face was wet with tears.

Spencer clutched the boy against his chest and glared at
the cop. “What did he do?”

“He was a Mexican outside our house at midnight,” I said.
“Right, Officer?”

The man tightened his eyes at me. “I’ve never seen him in
this neighborhood. He looked suspicious.”

“Suspiciously brown?” I barked.

“That’s enough, Tracy,” said Dad, tying his robe, as he
strode down our walkway. “I’m Arthur Franks. This is my house. Did the boy do anything
wrong?”

“He looked like he was trying to get inside that car, and I
knew it wasn’t his.”

Pablo’s voice cracked. “I wanted my cigarettes. I just
wanted to smoke a cigarette. ¿Qué carajo?”

I hoped the cop didn’t speak Spanish because Pablo had
just said “What the fuck?”

“Are we done?” I asked.

The officer rested his hand on his pistol. “You sure you want
this kid in your yard, Mr. Franks?”

“No, I’m not, but he’ll be gone soon. We’ll take it from here,
Officer.”

“Okay, but if you need anything, just call dispatch. I can be
back here quick.” He shot Pablo one last glare before sliding into his Castle Hills patrol car
and drove away.

“Where have you been, Spencer?” Dad growled. “And do I
smell alcohol on you?”

“If your nose works,” Spencer giggled. “We stayed at Dr.
Sorel’s for a while then went to Pablo’s cousin’s house. I think I had one too many shots of
tequila.” He giggled again.

“Maybe two too many,” laughed Pablo with a thick
accent.

“You said tutu!” Spencer laughed.

“No, I said two too,” laughed Pablo as he playfully patted
Spencer’s face.

“Jesus,” Dad muttered as he folded his arms and glared at
the two boys.

About the Author

Brooke Skipstone is a
multi-award winning author who lives in Alaska where she watches the mountains change
colors with the seasons from her balcony. Where she feels the constant rush toward winter
as the sunlight wanes for six months of the year, seven minutes each day, bringing crushing
cold that lingers even as the sun climbs again. Where the burst of life during summer is
urgent under twenty-four-hour daylight, lush and decadent. Where fish swim hundreds of
miles up rivers past bear claws and nets and wheels and lines of rubber-clad combat fishers,
arriving humped and ragged, dying as they spawn. Where danger from the land and its
animals exhilarates the senses, forcing her to appreciate the difference between life and
death. Where the edge between is sometimes too alluring.

The MoonStone
Girls is her fourth novel. Visit her website at
brookeskipstone.com for information about her first three novels—Crystal’s House of Queers, Some Laneys Died, and Someone To Kiss
My Scars.

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Book Title: Sugar Bunny (My Kinky Housemate Book 1)

Author: Colette
Davison

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: Designs by
Jo

Release Date: February 1,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: MMM, Pet play (bunny play), Daddy kink (no age play), age
gap

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 87 857
words

It’s the first book in a new
series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Can a no-strings fun-times
relationship with two older men lead to real and lasting love?

Blurb

With the My Kinky Housemate app, I’ve found a place to
live with seven like-minded guys. My new start and a chance to make my dreams come true
aren’t turning out like I hoped. A housemate has the solution—become a sugar baby.
Answering an ad is easy, but will a Sugar Daddy be interested in me?

A sexy interior designer is way more than I expect. He
wants to spoil me, spank me, and share me with his silver fox husband.

Together, Colton and Ford solve some of my problems but
create another as I start to fall for them. However fun our time together is, I have to remind
myself it’s not real. It won’t last. It’s not love… is it?

Sugar Bunny is
an MMM, D/switch/s, age-gap romance. It includes pet-play, spanking, an open relationship,
sharing—but no cheating!—and some hurt/comfort.

Trigger warning: domestic abuse.

Excerpt

My black naughty bunny outfit consists of my bargain-buy corset, a jockstrap, suspender
belt, and fishnets. I made a pompom out of wool and attached it to the very bottom of the
corset. I feel sexy wearing it, especially when I add the bunny ears. I make sure they’re fully
upright because I want to look perky for Colton.

Colton and Ford are waiting for me in the reception room. They’re sitting facing the open
doorway, which means they see me the moment I walk in the door. Both men stare at me
with wide eyes, not hiding the fact that they’re looking me up and down.

“You look sexy,” Colton says in a husky voice.

“Gorgeous,” Ford agrees.

He rubs his hand over his thighs, which draws my attention to the obvious bulge in his
trousers. I gnaw my lower lip as a little thrill runs through me. He’s turned on by
me.

“Are you ready to play, bunny?” Colton asks as he stands and walks over to me.

Ready. Excited. Nervous. “Yes, Daddy.”

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, making me squeak. The sound is barely audible,
though, because he kisses me crazily hard at the exact same moment. He’s claiming me.
Showing me who’s in charge. Not that he needs to. He’s in charge. I’ll do
anything he says.

He lets me go and steps back. “Do a little twirl for Daddy. I want to see my bunny from every
angle.”

About the Author

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

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Embers of Darkness” by Jessamyn Kingley.

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Book Title: Embers of
Darkness (D’Vaire, Book 27)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: February 3,
2022

Genres: M/M Romance, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love, reconciling the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 503
words

It is not a standalone story.
The book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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To embrace the future and
find love, both men must face the darkness of their pasts.

Blurb

A man torn between what his soul wants and what he

believes is expected of him, Scheredin D’Vaire is still fiercely loyal to his family. Scheredin is
one of the few remaining warlocks and spends his days aiding his cousins in running the
D’Vaire sanctuary. In his free time, Scheredin loves gaming. With the tap of a few keys,
Scheredin can lose himself in another world.

Kieran Tarinthfenix is a phoenix shifter whose tribe likes to
forget that elf blood also runs through their veins. A driven man, Kieran takes his hobby of
gaming and learns to craft titles of his own. He hands his income to his chieftain despite
Kieran’s lack of respect for a man who forces his people to take part in an ancient but cruel
ceremony every year.

Scheredin and Kieran meet online and quickly grow into
gaming buddies. For years, they are content with an online relationship and the anonymity it
provides. When Scheredin decides to meet Kieran in person, they discover they’re mates,
but there are secrets between them. To find lasting love, both men will have to throw away
the past and seize their destinies.

Excerpt

A product of elven blood, even though the Tarinthfenix
refused to admit it, Kieran had lacked any kind of sexuality until that moment. His breath
caught, knowing that inside the shop was his mate. Stepping into the bright space, Kieran
scanned the customers, and his silver gaze with hints of purple locked on a short man with
dark hair and a light goatee.

His expression was one of shock, and there was little else
to read in his heavily lashed green eyes. In his hand was a stunning lily of blue and black,
which brought a smile to Kieran’s face. Somehow, it made perfect sense that the man he’d
become instant friends with all those years ago was the other half of his soul.

Crossing the distance that separated them, Kieran’s grin
grew as he delightedly considered the handsome man still staring at him blankly. “Hi,
Scheredin.”

“Hi, Keladriel. I’m Brexton,” said the man at Scheredin’s
side, who resembled him a great deal.

“A pleasure to meet you, Brexton,” Kieran replied
immediately and flicked his attention back to Scheredin.

Brexton nudged Scheredin’s shoulder.

“Say hello,” he murmured to Scheredin, whose mouth
snapped shut.

“Hi, Keladriel,” Scheredin whispered.

“Crazy, right?” Kieran asked. “Makes me kind of mad. We
should’ve planned this a long time ago.”

“What does that mean?” demanded a broad-shouldered
man with navy eyes and soft brown curls.

“Keladriel is my mate, Brogan,” Scheredin told the tall
guy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled a man around
Scheredin’s height as his hands rose to grab fistfuls of his blond ringlets, catching the
attention of several customers.

“You can calm down,” Brogan growled. “I already know
you’re going to give me shit for the rest of eternity.”

“Hi, I’m Dra’Kaedan,” the blond said, shouldering his way
between Scheredin and Brexton to wave. “I was so excited I nearly forgot and tried to shake
your hand.”

Kieran was seconds away from refuting Dra’Kaedan’s
assumption that he was an elf, despite his ears and attire, when the name hit him. “Like,
Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire?”

Although he wasn’t allowed to explore the outside world, it
fascinated Kieran, and he’d often read about the famous people within the Council. As far as
Kieran could tell from the online newspapers, there were few families as reputable and
powerful as the D’Vaires, so it made sense that people would name their kids after the royal
family.

“He is Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire,” Scheredin
remarked. “We’re all D’Vaires. The tall guy behind him is his mate, Grand Duke Brogan
D’Vairedraconis. At the table next to you pretending not to listen are Coven Lord Bridger
D’Vaire and Coven Lord Hadley D’Vaire. They’re here to protect me in case you turned out to
be a homicidal maniac planning to butcher me in a coffee shop or whatever other nefarious
idea Brogan had for what might happen today.”

“Why does everyone always make me sound crazy?”
Brogan demanded.

“Please, you do that all by yourself, Mate,” Dra’Kaedan
muttered.

“Do you follow all elven traditions even though you aren’t a
part of the Council?” Brexton asked, cocking his head.

Kieran wasn’t fond of lies, but there was no hesitation in
his soul over his matebond. Although they had plenty to learn about each other, Kieran
knew Scheredin’s character and was wildly attracted to him. He was ready to explore his
new sexuality with the attractive man studying him, and Kieran understood that their belief
that he was an elf named Keladriel could help speed up the process of binding them
together for eternity.

Not only would Kieran not have to wait to be with
Scheredin, but he could also finally walk away from the Tarinthfenix without guilt. Fate
wanted Kieran to be with Scheredin, and he was fully on board with her plan. In fact, in
Kieran’s eyes, she couldn’t possibly have done better. Kieran’s gift was his closest friend and
a real, honest-to-Fate warlock to boot.

If there was anything that fascinated Kieran more than the
Council, it was magic, and Scheredin likely had plenty. While building the foundation of the
most important relationship of his life with dishonesty wasn’t the smartest choice, Kieran
would explain who he truly was and give Scheredin his real, non-elf name as soon as they
were mated. It was perhaps not the best way to speed up the timeline, but Kieran could find
no patience, and his beast was egging him on.

Instead of answering Brexton’s question with a complete
falsehood, Kieran went with his gut. “I’d like to have a mating ceremony as soon as possible
if you’re okay with that, Scheredin.”

“I will honor your customs, Keladriel. It’s not like we’re total
strangers.”

It rankled both man and phoenix to have his other half call
him by the wrong name, even though it was the one he went by in the game, but Kieran set
the outrage aside and smiled again. “Thank you.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is

only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Us Against the World” by Shayne Prescott

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Book Title: Us Against the World

Author: Shayne
Prescott

Publisher: Self-Published –
Spartakittah Press

Cover Artist:
GetCovers.com

Release Date: February 1,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, sports, college

Themes: Bullying

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 65 000
words

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

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Betrayed by the only
family he’s ever known, Owen must decide: for love or team?

Blurb

Betrayed by the only family he’s ever known, Owen must
decide: for love or team?


For Roseden University frosh Theo Carter, the
journey to his true self has been long and publicized. It seems most everyone on campus
saw the TV series in which he was transitioning, and some feel very strongly he doesn’t
belong at the prestigious all-male school. Struggling with classes and bullying, junior Owen
Lewis swoops in like his own personal savior. But as the heat rises between the two, so too
does the torment from some of the school’s lacrosse team.
As a product of the foster care system, Owen
knows all about not being wanted. That’s why his lacrosse teammates are so important to
him — they’ve become the closest thing he’s found to a real family. Being bounced around
constantly between different homes with just a plastic bag of his possessions taught Owen
there was no such thing as love. But if that’s true, why does Theo feel like a home he’s never
known? Owen is convinced that nothing will stop him from protecting Theo — but what if
the choice is between his found family and his first love?
When all seems lost, both have choices to make.
Will they choose each other?
Us Against the World is a 65 000-word HEA set
at the fictional Roseden University, in Roseden, Pennsylvania. It is the first in the series of
Roseden U books, and contains some derogatory language (LGBTQIA+)

Excerpt

“Hi! Do you need
help finding your books?” My books, my brain, my capacity to speak…

“Y-yes.” My
tongue tangled like when I was a kid, when I’d had a mouth full of Gobstoppers and couldn’t
manage any words. I bet I looked really intelligent.

Owen grinned at
me, either oblivious or nonplussed by my brainless moments. “Do you have your class
schedule? I’ll need that to find your books.”

“Sure do,” I
confirmed. I handed him my class list and he looked it over, nodding quietly to himself
before suddenly grinning even wider at me.

“You’re in my
Spanish class. But I don’t remember seeing you in the fall semester?”

“I took the fall

semester online, back home in New Hampshire.” Before he could ask why — I could see the
curiosity on his chiseled face — I explained. “I had surgery early in the year; it made more
sense to be home, rather than recovering here.” Smooth, Theo, so smooth. Why don’t you
tell him about the time you tripped and skinned both knees while you’re at it?

Owen nodded. “I
totally get that. So since you’ve got Spanish covered, it’ll just be the other four
classes?”

“Yeah. Take all my
money,” I groused, and he laughed, which made my stomach do a little flip-flop. I fought the
urge to groan. I needed to get over myself. I didn’t know this guy, and despite him looking
damn good, I shouldn’t have been swooning.

Owen went off to
search the stacks for the books, while I decided to pick up some more highlighters. I’d
brought some from home, but given the current state of my Spanish book, it would take me
no time at all before those were dried up and in need of replacements. Finding a five-pack
of assorted colors, I made a happy little noise and snatched them up, coming back to the
book section just as Owen approached with a thick stack of books.

“Oh God. How am
I going to get all of those back to my dorm?” Yes, Theo, complain to the handsome man
about your own ineptitude.

Owen peeked
around the books to peer down at me. “You didn’t bring a backpack?” I shook my head
morosely. “Two options. You can either buy a Roseden one, or if you’ve got one back in your
room, I can set the books aside while you go grab it.”

“Can you really
set them aside?” Owen nodded. “Okay, thanks! I’ll get back here as fast as I can.”

“Don’t rush,”
Owen assured me with a dazzling smile. “It’s been slow. More professors are going for
online textbooks instead of the physical ones.”

I hazarded a
glance at my stack. “Not mine, it seems.” Owen winked at me and my stomach fluttered
again. I started towards the door, then remembered the highlighters in my hand. Turning, I
placed them beside my texts. “I’ll pay for those, too, when I come back.” Owen gave me a
friendly wave, and then I was off, back to Tucker Hall.

About the Author

Shayne Prescott has been
putting together books since his medium was scraps of paper and pencil nubs. A children’s
book was considered for publication while in middle school, and his short stories were often
a favorite of his beloved English teacher, Mrs. Mazzacarro. Still, he writes.

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