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Book Title: Genie in a Vodka Bottle

Author: Rob
Rosen

Publisher: JMS
Books

Release Date: November 6,
2021

Genre: Speculative M/M Romance, Mystery, Adventure

Tropes: Genie, Enemy to Friend, Magic

Themes: Searching for love, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 139 pages/56 000
words

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

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A funny, frisky, and
frequently heart-pounding genie romance and adventure novel!

Blurb

Mysterious forces are at play when Paul’s vacation to Spain
unexpectedly detours to Gibraltar and then Morocco, to a vodka bottle in a hole in the wall
bar, to a handsome genie with a slew of secrets, plus almost limitless powers, virtually no
memory, and a keen desire to be freed from his curse. Along the way, Paul is reunited with
his ex-lover and the genie’s previous master as fate draws them ever deeper into a murky,
dangerous past.

On our heroes travel, from the frigid north of Russia to a
magic carpet ride across China, ultimately finding themselves in the deserts of ancient
Jordan. Here, they encounter another of the genie’s previous masters and a power far
greater than they could’ve ever imagined, all within a massive temple carved into a
mountainside. Can our intrepid foursome uncover the truth before the curse takes them all
and possibly the entire world down? Will love win out in the end? Or is the genie forever
doomed to a life foretold in fairy tales?

In this funny, frisky, and frequently heart-pounding
adventure, only one thing is for certain: magic can happen even without three
wishes.

Excerpt

The bottle was still in my hand. I reached for the cork. I
gave it a pull. It didn’t budge. I pulled again, harder this time. Nope, nothing. That cork
must’ve been in there a long, long time, I figured. I stood up, placed the bottle between my
knees, wiped the sweat from my palms and grabbed on tightly to the cork. Then, seeing as
where I was, grunted, “Open sesame,” and gave one final, massive yank.

POP went
the cork.

“Oh fuck,” went I.

I mean sure, the bottle was open, but, um, well, time was
suddenly standing still. Like totally still. Nothing was moving, not the fans, the waitress, not
Omar, who was pouring a drink that was suspended in midair. Though me, yeah, me I was
moving. Or least my heart was. Super-fast, in fact. Energizer Bunny fast.

“Oh fuck,” went I, yet again.

Because now the vodka bottle was pouring, only, it wasn’t
pouring vodka. And the pouring wasn’t obeying the laws of gravity because what was being
poured went out and up as opposed down and down some more. Plus, the vodka bottle

should have been pouring liquid but appeared to be pouring gas, a massive white cloud of it
tinged with swirls of various shades of blue and, if I wasn’t mistaken, which I wasn’t,
lightning. I mean, I knew lightning when I saw it, it’s just I’d never seen it being poured from
a vodka bottle before.

The cloud spread, the blue becoming purple, then red, then
all the colors of the rainbow at once. It looked like what you saw in an oil slick, greasy and
blending and bleeding. And then the room I was in was all cloud, and it was just me in the
cloud, me and the vodka bottle and the cloud of smoke and lightning and rainbow. The hairs
on my neck stood on end as I tried to take it all in, but how do you take in a cloud, especially
when it’s all around you, choking you, engulfing you completely as if it were a living,
breathing thing? And you could feel it, too. The power of it.

“Oh fuck,” went I for the third time. Because now I was not
alone in the cloud, and the eyes that had been staring back at me from the label on the
bottle were no longer on the bottle and were no longer the same eyes. And the face on the
bottle had a body, a different body, a new body, and the body was big, and the body was
torso on top and cloudy solidness down below, and the face was above mine, and the eyes
were staring down upon me, boring through me, piercing what felt like my very soul. Or
maybe that was me being a bit overdramatic, but how can you not be overdramatic at a
time such as that?

“Master,” boomed the voice that erupted forth from the
mouth in the face, the cloud all at once swept from the still-stagnant room. The half torso,
half solid cloud still floated above me, still churning in color and lightning and a slight
tremble of thunder that reminded me of our drive through Spain, me and Omar number
two.

“Paul,” I managed to squeak out.

The face tilted ever so slightly. “Paul? What is a Paul? I do
not know this word.” The voice again boomed, rattled my bones, shook the fillings in my
mouth. The voice was deep as the ocean, heavy as a boulder, pressing down upon me with
each vowel and syllable that was uttered.

“Paul,” I said, sitting back down in my chair. Or falling back
down in my chair. Probably the latter. “That is my name. Paul.”

The cloud-man craned down, the eyes barely a foot away.
“Paul,” came the voice in a whoosh that washed over me like a tidal wave, the exhale
smelling of spices and earth and incense. If you bottled it, it’d sell well. I had a bottle in
hand, but, like the room around me, I was sort of also frozen to the spot, and so bottling, at
least for the time being, seemed out of the question. “You have freed me, Master
Paul.”

I blinked. He did not. He had eyes the color of fresh moss,
skin the color of The Rock back in Gibraltar, perhaps a shade darker. He was shirtless, dense
with smooth muscle from chest to arms to hands to fingers. And despite the obvious power

of him, he looked young, my age, give or take. And as for the cloud below him, it swirled like
a cyclone, shooting off sparks as he hovered there. He was beautiful. He was fearsome. I
needed to pee. Badly.

About the Author

Rob Rosen is the author of
the award-winning novels Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas, Hot Lava,
Southern Fried, Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort, Fate,
Midlife Crisis, Fierce, And God Belched, Mary, Queen of Scotch, Ted of the d’Urbervilles, Sort
of Dead, and Genie in a Vodka Bottle, and editor of the anthologies Lust in
Time, Men of the Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015, and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volumes
1, 2, 3 and 4.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Wrapped in Screams” by Amy Tasukada.

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Book Title: The Yakuza Path: Wrapped in Screams

Author: Amy
Tasukada

Publisher: Marcarons &
Tea

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: November 4,
2021

Genre: Gay thriller, Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Bad boys, hurt/comfort, boss/secretary, slow burn
romance

Themes: Friends to lovers

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 37 500 words/ 184
pages

Though the story is
self-contained, it is best enjoyed if read as part of the series.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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A gunshot. A bloody note.
And a relationship that might not survive…

Blurb

Now that the war with the Korean syndicate is behind him,
all Nao Murata wants is a vacation and a chance to nurture his new relationship with Aki
Hisona. They can punish those who abandoned the family later.

After six weeks trapped in a hospital bed, a quiet vacation
is the last thing Aki wants. Ready to prove himself to Nao and the rest of the family, Aki’s
desperate for some action. And not just the yakuza kind…

When Aki hears a gunshot, he knows the dust has far from
settled. Nao says it can wait, but Aki’s unable to understand why they can’t tie up those
loose ends.

Between Aki’s constant pushing and Nao’s uncompromising
focus on what he thinks is best for them both, are they too stubborn for their fragile
relationship to last?

Find out in The
Yakuza Path: Wrapped in Screams, the sixth
installment of The Yakuza Path thriller series. If you like gritty Japanese crime, complex
characters, and a high dose of gay romance, then you’ll love Amy Tasukada’s latest
novel.

Buy Wrapped in Screams to get your taste of romantic revenge
today!

The Yakuza Path Series

BOOK 1 – Blood Stained Tea

BOOK 2 – Better Than Suicide

BOOK 3 – One Thousand Cranes

BOOK 4 – The Deafening Silence

BOOK 5 – Flowers of Flesh and Blood

BOOK 6 – Wrapped in Screams

Excerpt

“Of course I want you to sleep with me.” Aki placed a hand
suggestively on Nao’s thigh.

Aki couldn’t think of anything else that would make him
happier than having Nao’s cock rip him in half. Though Aki doubted he could get his up even
if he wanted to. Skipping the pain meds to get his libido back was the next thing on his to-do
list. The hospital had only given him a two-week supply. So far he hadn’t hurt too much and
they’d mostly made him tired. It would still probably take a few days for the narcotics to
completely leave his system, but he and Nao could mess around until then.

“We need to be careful.” Nao brushed Aki’s hand
away.

Tightness gripped Aki’s chest and clawed at his throat. Nao
pushed him away again. After everything Aki had been through, after everything Aki had
done for him, it was like nothing had changed between them.

“We couldn’t even kiss yesterday without you becoming
breathless,” Nao added.

It sounded so cruel. Why did it have to hurt so much? Aki
looked away, but Nao cupped Aki’s face. The gesture lessened the pain, but it still
stabbed.

Nao’s eyebrows drew together. “I don’t want you hurt
because of something I did ever again. There’s a whole list of things you can’t do.”

“The doctors were being cautious.”

“There’s a gaping hole in your chest.”

“It’s six centimeters. That’s hardly gaping.”

“I don’t want you back in the hospital because of an
infection. It can happen to anyone. It happened to me when I didn’t listen to my
doctor.”

“And because you weren’t taking your antibiotics.”

“That’s true.” Nao laughed.

“Are you going to kiss me at least?”

Nao leaned over until their lips touched. He was cautious at
first as if asking permission. Aki opened his mouth, and Nao’s tongue entered. Aki’s muscles
relaxed, and he willed his fears to subside. Nao wasn’t going to bend him against the nearest
surface and screw him raw like in Aki’s fantasies, but Nao wasn’t saying it would
never happen. All Aki had to do was convince Nao he was fine, and in a few days, they’d be
banging like rabbits.

Nao licked at Aki’s bottom lip before pulling away. He
pressed their foreheads together.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” Nao
asked.

Aki nodded. “You’ll at least help me change my bandages,
right?”

“You’ll have to teach me.”

Aki pulled off his undershirt, hiding a grimace of pain in the
cloth. He wanted to be alluring. Nao had seen him shirtless plenty of times, but it would be
the first so close. Aki glanced over his shoulder suggestively, but Nao was focused on taking
the bandages out of the plastic bag.

Aki sighed. Changing his bandages wasn’t sexy, but he’d
hoped the undressing part would be.

About the Author

International best-selling
author Amy Tasukada writes thrilling times of crime, love, and gore. Readers who crave
diverse characters, unique settings, and edge-of-your-seat action will devour her
Yakuza Path series. Readers who seek less blood and more love will swoon
over the Yakuza Path
Romance and Would it Be Okay to Love You? Series. Amy is an atheist, queer author who enjoys drinking tea,
Japanese street fashion and visual kei music. Her calico cat, O’Hara, is never far from her
side. Amy lives in North Texas, but is always planning her next trip to Japan.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Taste: London Love – Book 2” by Sophia Soames

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Book Title: TASTE
(London Love #2)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher:
Self-Published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: November 1,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Trope: Enemies to
lovers

Theme: Hotel, London,
Hurt/Comfort

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 91 000
words

It is a standalone story and
the second book in the London Love series.

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Unlimited

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There is a fine line
between love and hate.

Blurb

“Emotional, funny, gripping, and heart-wrenching, Sophia
Soames’ books pulled me in and stuck with me well after. Highly recommend.” —Jennifer
Cody, author of the Diviner’s Game and Shattered Pawns universe.

Finn Christensen doesn’t do feelings. He doesn’t do
relationships either and when he has an itch to scratch, there are always clubs and
hook-ups. He works every hour of the day as the Front Office manager for the Clouds
Westminster Hotel in central London. He’s respected in the industry, and as senior
management, deserves the reputation and fear his name carries.
Then award-winning restauranteur Mark Quinton
swans in like he owns the bloody place, and Finn’s carefully managed world starts to fall
apart.

Mark Quinton needs. He’s impulsive and stupid and
childish and probably the last person in the world who should be allowed to run the Food
and Beverage department at the Clouds Westminster Hotel, however many brilliant ideas he
has and seems to manage to miraculously pull off. He needs. And he needs Finn
Christensen.

It’s a match made in hell. A recipe for disaster.
There will be a bloodbath one day. They all know. Everyone knows.

TASTE is the second book in the London Love
series, following four extraordinary ordinary couples living real fairy-tales in the city of
London. TASTE is a hurt/comfort, enemy-to-lovers romance set behind the scenes in a busy
inner-city business hotel.


Trigger-warnings for off-page mentions of
domestic violence, kleptomania, depression, ADHD and culinary crimes involving cheese.
HEA.

Excerpt

Finn Christensen, though, was just that. Textbook dull and
insanely boring. The man only owned slick, grey suits, wore the same black tie every
goddamn day and needed to learn how to grow a beard. Despite being well into his forties,
he had a babyface and a crown of almost angelic blonde curls on the top of his head. He
must have mislaid his halo at some point because there was nothing angelic about

him.

He never spoke to me, apart from random snide remarks
and the trademark eye-rolls he seemed to have honed on me. His thick curls were always a
mess of natural perfection, his lips always pursed in a tight scowl, and there were definitely
firm muscles showing through the fitted shirts that were his preferred attire. I’d caught him
staring at me a few times during these meetings, just a glance, and then he would take a
swig of his water bottle and look away. I knew he disliked me. Fuck that—he bloody hated
me for some reason I didn’t fully understand.

The problem was, I couldn’t really peg him down, however
much I wanted to. He was way above my league professionally, having worked himself up
from the ground, gaining experience on the back of some posh hotel management degree.
His office displayed an impressive wall full of hospitality diplomas from well-known
establishments, and he always looked immaculate, in his bloody posh suit-and-tie combos,
while I was happy to slum it in one of my favourite floral shirts and black jeans. I’d heard
whispers he’d wanted the F&B gig, but I didn’t believe that. He was the front-of-house
manager, which held a lot more clout in the management world than the dude who fiddled
around with room service yields and made sure the breakfast service made a profit.

And still he hated me.

I knew he was gay. Everyone did, like they knew I was an
equal opportunities kind of guy, swinging freely from having a hot girlfriend to being the
man-whore of the moment when I felt that need. We didn’t hold back with those personal
need-to-knows in the Clouds hotel world, so we knew most things about everyone in the
company. I didn’t even have to fill people in or ask for the low-down because my wait staff
were the biggest gossipmongers in the world and happily kept tabs on all the current drama,
telling me before things got out of hand, which they did, on a daily basis. Not only did my
happily bed-hopping staff shag like rabbits and fall in and out of favour at the drop of a hat,
but I had to reluctantly admit to having caused some of that drama myself. My last bed
partner had been a woman, but that little affair had conveniently come with no strings
attached, like my thrusts usually did.

Hence there I was, staring back at him across the table,
noting how his hair was, as always, on the edge of needing a trim. How his angular face lit
up in a rare smile at a particularly complimentary comment. The squareness of his shoulders
in that well-cut suit. The pout of those lips just made for, well. Ahem. Activities between the
sheets, preferably of the kind where he was on his knees with my cock in his mouth. That
thought had already been well and truly entertained and had made me ejaculate into my
own hands more nights than not these days.

I couldn’t quite pinpoint the time when I’d realised I
fancied him. Perhaps even a small part of me wanted him. Yet I could feel the hairs on the
back of my neck stand up whenever he was in the room. His voice grated on my nerves to
the point where my teeth would grit, and his pompous PowerPoint presentations in these
weekly meetings made me sigh a little too loudly.

Which made him stare at me with murder in his eyes. Yup,
the feeling was mutual.

Instead of displaying my own totally professional
PowerPoint presentation, I found myself standing up and throwing numbers off the top of
my head because I was a cocky twat. And all the while, the almighty Mr Christensen sat
scowling with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Christensen, don’t you agree?” I smiled at him. He didn’t
smile back. “Was my prediction for the new lunch menu not right on track? You were the
one who disagreed with the proposed changes. I’m pleased to see that, once again, I was
right.” I sprinkled the words lightly, maintaining my pleasant smile as I took in the room,
which was mostly amused stares. This showdown had become a weekly thing, and everyone
was eagerly awaiting what would most certainly be a brutal comeback.

Right on cue, Finn Christensen raised his hands in a
deliberately slow clap.

“Mr Quinton, congratulations on the one per cent profit
you added from last week. Less than one per cent. I am more impressed with the massaging
you must have done to come up with those figures, because according to Saffiya’s
more truthful calculations, looking at last week’s accounting breakdown, you
made a further 392-pound loss on the food side.”

Damn. Now Saffiya, our immaculate financial controller,
was nodding as well. So yes, we’d made a bit of a loss, but I’d cooked the numbers well, and
the reduced staffing figures and portion size reductions were more than covering those
numbers for next week.

“Those losses are already considered, and we look forward
to a profit-making food side next week with the introduction of our Incredible Desserts
concept. The test customers were raving about them last week, and as always, we welcome
visits down to our kitchen to sample our wonderfully talented head chef’s new creations.
Ben and his team are truly an incredible asset to the chain.”

In another of his signature moves, he was on his feet
before I’d even finished the sentence, showing his displeasure by going to stand against the
back wall of the room. It made him look taller, angrier, more confident, as well he
knew.

“Come on, Quinton,” he droned. “You’re deluded, and we
all know it. Demand for in-house meals is high, but unless you want our customers to cross
the square and grab McDonald’s from the corner, you need to up your game. We’ve had
several complaints about the lack of comfort food on your menu, and Mr Proctor once again
demanded we comp his bill due to the lack of fish and chips. You know how important our
premium customers are, don’t you, Quinton?”

He banged his head back against the wall as he spoke,
clearly annoyed with my dumbass attitude and overbearing confidence. But that was the
way I rolled, and the fact that it seemed to annoy him just egged me on.

“No need to speak to me like I am a child.” I smiled
demurely. “But if you want me to break down the figures for you…” I paused deliberately.
“Then I can explain like I would my five-year-old niece’s maths homework. We made a profit
overall and scored 4.92 on customer satisfaction. Seventy-two per cent of last week’s guests
took one or more meals in our restaurant.”

“We offer free breakfast, mate,” he cut back. “Which
means twenty-eight per cent of our clients couldn’t face our breakfast. Not a particularly
good score.”

I hated him. I hated him so fucking much.

About the Author

Sophia Soames should be old
enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV
shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and
has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.

Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.

She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.

Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.

Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms

Christina Stern is a
Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do
the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram

Aurelia Morris is a
cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums
under more aliases that she can keep track of.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Finishing Last” by Rob Browatzke.

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Book Title: Finishing Last

Author: Rob Browatzke

Publisher: Sisyphus Press

Cover Artist: Alexandria Corza

Release Date:
Halloween

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope. Friends to lovers

Themes: Found family

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 70 000 words/ 245
pages

It is a standalone story within
a series

Goodreads – River City Romances Series

Buy Links

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Mitch Morris is a nice guy
– and you know what they say about them.

Blurb

Mitch Morris is starting over in a new apartment when he
meets a handsome new neighbor. Dan Murphy is starting over in a new city when he meets

a handsome new neighbor.

They DON’T hook up.

Instead, they become friends, and slowly, more than
friends. But when they both start dating other people, it’s increasingly obvious there’s
something between them. Nice guys don’t cheat though, and besides, who would risk a
friendship on the chance of something more?

Excerpt

“It doesn’t matter,” he told Dan. “We are not running
Sunday —and I don’t care how many times you say Kyle McFall,” he added, sticking his
fingers in his ears. “Sunday is Halloween, and that means we will both be far too hungover
from Saturday’s Halloween parties to even think about running.”

“We could just not get drunk, you know. That’s a thing.
That people do.”

“Not my people!” Mitch said. “Halloween Saturday is my
literal favorite day of the year.”

“That’s what you said about Gay Day,” Dan said. “And about
Pride. And about the day Duncan had his
two-for-one special.”

“You know, I get that we’re friends, but sometimes, I really
wish you didn’t pay so much attention to
everything I say. You’ve got this annoying habit of throwing my own words back in my face,
and it really is the most unattractive thing you do.”

Dan shrugged, grinning. “What’s so special about
Halloween?”

“What’s so special about Halloween? What’s so special
about Halloween?” Mitch forced his voice to screech.

“I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”

“Oh, you little tiny gayby,” Mitch said. “What did they teach
you back in that backwater town of yours?”

“Isn’t your hometown like five hundred people?”

“Yes,” Mitch said, “and every single one of them celebrates

Halloween. But that doesn’t even

matter, because you see, Halloween is something more for
gay people. It’s like Christmas and your birthday and the best blowjob ever all rolled into
one.”

“Do you ever worry that your constant exaggerating ever
builds things up to a point where people are let down?”

“Did I let you down about Pride?” Mitch asked. Dan shook
his head. “Or about that two for one special?” Dan let out a laugh. “See? I never steer you
wrong. Now, what are you being?”

“Like, for my costume? I have no idea.” “Daniel! It is only
two weeks away.”

“Do you already know what you’re doing?”

“Since July,” Mitch said. “I have to say, I’m outdoing even
myself this year.”

“What are you doing then?”

“No! A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“But, you just asked me!”

Mitch chuckled. “Oh, Dan,” he said. “Poor little gayby Dan.
You are many things but you’re not a magician.”

It was a brave front that Mitch was putting on, because the
truth was, he had no idea what he was going to be.
He and Kent had normally done a pair of costumes, which hit a brilliant new level a few
years before when they’d actually gone as a pair of pears. But this year, Kent and Dylan were
doing a couples costumes, because of course they were that kind of couple, and it was
probably going to be something super lame, like Romeo and Julien or some shit. But Mitch
was idealess.

He was never idealess on Halloween. He had suggested to
Ellis that they do a couples costume, which he normally hated; best friends together was
fine, but boyfriends matching was just gay, and not in the good buttsex sense of the word.
But Ellis was going as Black Panther.

“Why don’t you tell me what to go as?” Dan asked
suddenly. “Since you’re the expert and all.”

Intrigued, Mitch gave that a ponder. Sometimes it was

easier to dress someone else, and maybe that would give Mitch the inspiration he needed
for himself. It had to be different. Most of the people at The Torch were just going to be
slutty superheroes or slutty animals or slutty somethings, anything for an excuse to be out
for a night in as little clothing as possible. This wasn’t something Mitch minded, overly. In
fact, he looked forward to the beautiful men, but when it came to his own, he usually
wanted a bit of commentary. After all, there was a thousand dollar grand prize on the line,
and who couldn’t use that?

About the Author

Rob Browatzke doesn’t
believe in writing what he knows – that’s why he delivers gay romance with happy endings!
Equal parts sarcasm and kindness, he has been writing as long as he can remember. When
not writing, he can be found actively involved in local queer nightlife, where he has made a
career since the late 1900s. He lives in Edmonton Alberta, but don’t hold that against him.
Feel free to stalk him on social media.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Schoolmaster’s Spy” by Ruby Moone

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Book Title: The
Schoolmaster’s Spy

Author: Ruby Moone

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Meredith
Russell

Release Date: October 28,
2021

Genre: Regency MM

Tropes: School Crushes / King’s spy with trust issues & geeky school
master

Themes: Trust, love, finding a family, self-acceptance

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 93 000
words

It is book three in the
Winsford Green Series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Book 1 – Dances Long
Forgotten

Book 2 – People Like Us

Goodreads Series

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Mark Dexter was the one
boy that schoolmaster, Felix Brook, never forgot. Ten years later, he’s back…

Blurb

With Bonaparte defeated, King’s spy, Captain Mark Dexter
is furious at being sent to investigate the latest headmaster of his old school, rather than a
smuggling ring on the south coast. Things look up considerably when he realises that the
schoolmaster he admired above all others, Felix Brook, is still there. The man who listened
to him, the man who cared about him, the man who is still out of bounds. With only half an
eye on the job, Dexter puts Felix in a compromising position. The mission goes
catastrophically wrong, leaving Felix to bear the brunt of the repercussions. With his
commanding officer after his blood, and Felix running from him, Dexter is desperate to put
things right.

Felix Brook, schoolmaster, is devoted to Hestingley’s school
and its pupils. His life is quiet and unremarkable, but When Mark Dexter turns up at an Old
Boys’ dinner, he turns Felix’s life inside out. In the decade since he last saw him, the wild,
unpredictable schoolboy has become a devastatingly handsome man. Felix can scarcely
believe it when Dexter makes his attraction clear, it’s like a dream come true. Until it all goes
wrong.

Reluctantly thrown together at the Winsford Green annual
Summer Fete, Felix and Dexter attempt to piece together what happened, rebuild trust, and
deal with the searing passion that still burns between them. When the truth is finally
revealed, Felix must not only prove his innocence, but hold tightly to love as Dexter’s world
crumbles beneath him.

Excerpt

Felix yelled aloud at the shock of running into someone in
the dark corridor. A firm hand clamped over his mouth and Felix clutched the strong arm
that held him. When the hand eased a little, he was wondering frantically what to say by
way of explanation for his presence, when a wave of sandalwood mingled with leather hit
him. There was only one person in the world who smelled like that. Only one person with
that underlying scent of manliness. He swallowed and stared at the floor, gathering his
composure. Why would Dexter be here? Why? The conclusion he drew both terrified and
exhilarated him.

The hand over his mouth lifted and Felix had to make
himself not lick his lips.

“Brook?” It was him. Mark Dexter was standing in
front of him, one arm holding him tight. Felix had regretted not taking up the earlier, blatant
invitation with every fibre of his being. Castigated himself as an abject looby for not
responding with at least a smidgeon of sophistication and behaving like the insular, lonely
schoolmaster he was.

“You followed me.” He hadn’t a clue what else to
say.

“Is that what you think?”

Felix had to look up at that. “Well, why else are you
here?”

Moonlight shone through the window beside them, casting
a ghostly glow over Dexter’s head, making his hair look darker and his eyes gleam.

“Why else indeed,” Dexter whispered and stepped closer.
Felix’s instinct was to run, but he held his ground. This was probably the last chance he
would get to spend time with him. Who was he fooling? Spend time? He didn’t want to
spend time, he wanted to… Well, he didn’t know what in God’s name he wanted but it
involved Captain Mark Dexter in his rooms. In his bed, leaning over him, kissing him, feeling
the weight of him. Christ, he wanted him naked.

“Do you want me to leave?” Dexter was so close he could
feel the warmth from his body.

This was it. All he had to do was say ‘yes’ and he was sure
that Dexter would leave. He had done so last time.

“Mr. Brook?”

“My name is Felix,” he said, surprised at how deep and
rough his voice was.

A smile spread across Dexter’s sculpted features. “Felix,” he
whispered as though tasting the word on his tongue.

“You can’t be calling me Mr. Brook. That man was your
teacher.”

“And this man, Felix?”

Felix shivered as Dexter moved closer. He touched his nose
to Felix’s ear and the breath left Felix’s chest. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opened on

a soundless word, and he leaned into the contact.

Dexter’s hand slid around Felix’s waist, and he pulled him a
tiny bit nearer. He pushed his nose against Felix’s cheek and nuzzled. Felix felt the soft
warmth of his breath, the scent of his skin, and the latent strength in the body that stood so,
so close.

“Might this man, Felix, be my lover for tonight?”

About the Author

Ruby Moone lives in the wilds of Lancashire
with her husband and writes historical and contemporary romance. At school, her teachers
said that she lived with her head in the clouds and if she didn’t stop daydreaming she would
never get anywhere. She never did stop daydreaming, and after years of happily living in the
clouds, decided to write the stories down.

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Book Title: EXHALE
(London Love 1.5)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher: Self
Published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: October 25,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Instalove, First Date

Themes: Fairytale sweetness

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 29 000
words

It is a standalone story, but
best enjoyed if you have read Breathe first.

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A sweet tale of figuring
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What do you do when your relationship falls apart? Well,
you bury yourself in a deep hole of grief, one you have so carelessly dug for yourself. Jamie
Walters needs to find a way out of the mess his life has become, but the way forward is not
as straight as he thought it would have been. What’s the point anyway? Women are off the

menu but Jamie still wants the entire textbook fairy-tale. The romantic dates and the
flowers and holding hands in the dark, and Grindr certainly isn’t the place to find your
happily ever after..

Catch up with Jamie and the rest of the Walters
family in this sweet little insta-love fairy-tale where Jamie finally gets his happily ever after,
Originally published as part of the Love is All Anthology, Exhale has been reedited and extended to the quirky little
fairy-tale it was always meant to be.

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enjoyed after reading Breathe.

Trigger warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy
loss.

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“No, no, I’m not a virgin.” I dug my hands into my pockets.
“I mean, I’ve hooked up with people before. I’ve had sex. It’s just, it never leads
anywhere…”

And I was off again, jabbering so fast the cigarette flew
from my lips and almost rolled off the platform. I didn’t know where to look as my mouth
kept blurting more nonsense. I couldn’t look at him. Fuck. Talk about embarrassing. How did
people do this? How did they get over themselves? I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“…either they never call again, or they leave before we
even get our clothes off. I’m just…hopeless at everything, apparently.” I rounded up my little
Ted Talk, picked up the cigarette, then stood there not knowing what to do with it. I didn’t
want to put the damn thing back in my mouth. There was no bin. Fuck my life.

Why the hell had I told him all that? Really, Leo?

Leo, Leo mon enfant terrible. I could hear my mother’s voice in my head, scolding me for my
stupidity, although she’d probably have been laughing too much to tell me off. She’d moved
back to France a few years ago, taken a lover, and then another. She was the queen of
hook-ups. I had no idea where she met these men, but they were a new constant in her
life—something she didn’t have when I was growing up. It had been just her and me back
then, and we’d lived well. Stable. I’d had a good childhood, I honestly couldn’t complain. But
there had been no one in my mother’s life and she’d obviously been lonely. Now she wasn’t.
She was happily shagging around like a teenager, and secretly, I loved that she did. I loved
that she was having fun. At least one of us was.

“Why am I intimidating?” he asked, shuffling his feet. “I
don’t mean to be. We don’t have to do anything. We can just go for a coffee if you
want?”

“I don’t like coffee,” I muttered like a petulant child. “Look,
I’m French, and obviously wired wrong because I’m both lactose and gluten intolerant and I
don’t like coffee. So, all that bread and cheese shit is out—”

“You don’t sound French.”

“Grew up here, didn’t I?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s why I have a crap name. Leo Jacques
Leblond.”

“I think your name’s great.”

“Try spelling it every time you give it to someone on the
phone. It’s annoying.”

“Hmm.” He was staring at me again, like he had the world
at his booted feet. Doc Martens, for fuck’s sake. All polished up and fully visible below his
too-short, chequered trousers. He had some ripped, multicoloured rock band T-shirt
showing underneath a knitted cardigan, the look completed by a super-cool, vintage long
coat. Like some emo. Or not. He wasn’t wearing black but a mixture of beiges and reds. And
a bright-blue rucksack. Nothing matched, yet… Yeah. Vogue called. They want their cover model back. The pretty one with the weird
clothes.

He was talking again, and I’d totally zoned out.

“…and I said to myself, life is too short. So, I want to do this
if you’re still up for it. But maybe do it right, kind of just hang out and get to know each
other.”

“I want to have sex,” I stated. Why couldn’t I ever control
my mouth?

“I’m totally up for that.” He grinned from under his curls.
“That’s the whole point of this, isn’t it? But we’ve been standing here talking for a bit, and
it’s nice, and you’re nice, and I’m sure Costa Coffee over there do gluten-free biscuits, and
I’ll buy you a bottle of water or whatever your poison is. I just need to sit down and get my
head in gear because this is kind of freaky. I’ve never done anything like this before. To be
honest, I’m a little weirded out, and now here I am—”

“On some dodgy council estate, meeting up with a dude
who’s probably a drug dealer and will have you beaten up in a minute.”

“I hope not!” He laughed, and the world became a little
brighter. “Are you a drug dealer?”

“No,” I giggled back. “I promise you. I’m a dull uni student,
and I live in a tiny student flat. I haven’t got much to show for myself, but perhaps one day,
I’ll have a nice job and a better place to live. That’s my plan. I want to teach French. Or
perhaps move to Paris for a while, find my roots.”

“Don’t move to Paris. I’ll never see you again.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious, so I joked, “You might not
want to once you’ve seen me naked.”

He blushed, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“You’re desperate for this coffee thing, huh?”

“Just to clear my head,” he said again. He sounded a little
defeated, but I was grateful for a plan that didn’t involve taking him home. I wasn’t sure I
could deal with that right now, however much I liked the idea of seeing him naked.

“Come on. Let’s go get you a large coffee—”

“I prefer espresso.”

“You sound like one of those posh kids,” I teased. I couldn’t
help myself.

“Maybe once upon a time, I was posh. Not anymore. I still
live at home with my siblings in a rundown council terrace in Thorpeton Green, and not the
posh part. Like, backstreet-dump Thorpeton, near the industrial estate under the
M4.”

“Working-class posh,” I blabbed on. “You look posh, you
talk posh, and you look like you just stepped out of a fashion shoot.”

I regretted it even before I finished speaking because now
he really looked freaked out, my beautiful, gorgeous man. I wondered how people survived
having a partner who looked like him. I mean, he would be with someone amazing one day.
Probably some big, rich, muscle bear of a man who would love him and spoil him, while I
would be stuck alone in my dingy flat, dreaming of him. I was already jealous of the
imaginary rich boyfriend, the one he would love forever.

“You’re deranged,” he said, smirking at me. I sighed,
fiddling with my fingers. I’d heard that one before. Then he reached out and grabbed my
sleeve. Tugged at me. Smiled as he led me down the steps towards the road. I followed him,
thinking at that moment, I would have followed him anywhere. Blindly, desperately and, I
think, a little bit in love.

About the Author

Sophia Soames should be old
enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV
shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and
has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.

Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.

She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.

Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.

Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms

Christina Stern is a
Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do
the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram

Aurelia Morris is a
cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums
under more aliases that she can keep track of.

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Book Title: Black Ice Heart (Unveiled Magic, book 1) 

Author: Abrianna Denae

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Sleepy Fox Studio

Release Date: October 19, 2021

Genre: Urban Fantasy 

Tropes: Soul mates, hurt/comfort 

Themes: Slavery, fate

Trigger Warning: Mild torture, suicidal intention & ideation

Heat Rating:  3 flames     

Length:  77 000 words/ 265 pages

It is the first in a new series

The story does not end on a cliffhanger, but there is an overreaching story arc.

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Born into a wealthy and historically infamous family, all Ryson Melford wants is to live a simple life. 

A twist of fate leads him to a man named Jack, changing everything. One touch and Ryson  knows he’ll do whatever it takes to keep Jack in his life, despite the warnings from his brothers.

But Jack is not what he seems. Harboring dark and deadly secrets, he’s a mystery that is inexplicably tied to the Melford family. The closer Ryson and Jack get, the more dangerous things become as the present begins to reflect the past, threatening to destroy what is left of Ryson and his brothers. 

Ryson finds himself trapped between doing what is right for his family and the man he is unexpectedly connected to. When truths come out and past mistakes are repeated, blood will be spilled…and a magic that was all but forgotten is unleashed in a battle that may spell the end for all of them. 

Excerpt 

Fire. Sun-warmed earth, fragrant grass. Summer doesn’t bother with words. She wraps her magic around him, so tight he’s barely able to stand.

She yanks on the invisible chains, half dragging him along. The bright throne room is almost blinding. He doesn’t know how long they have kept him in the dark for this time, but he knows it’s been the longest length of time so far.

“Sit,” Mother says.

Summer pushes him down and he falls unceremoniously to the floor.

“Do you know what day it is, amor?” Mother asks.

“N-no, Mother.” His words are stilted. When was the last time he spoke?

“Why, it’s the fiftieth anniversary of your mistake, of course.”

His breath catches in his lungs.

Fifty years he’s been in chains…fifty years since they started torturing him whenever it pleases them.

Since he got Sara killed.

Mother smiles a cruel smile.

“My poor pet. I know it’s been a trying time for you.” She steps up to him.

Her scent envelopes him. Earthy and familiar. When he was younger—before he knew better—that scent meant home and comfort. Now, it’s nothing but a trigger for his nightmares.

“Since it’s such a special day, I have allowed Summer’s request to spend some time with her dear twin.”

His eyes flicker to where Summer stands just off to the side. Her smile is sweet, deceptive. Of all his sisters, she’s the one who hates him the most.

“Well,” Mother says, “enjoy your day, amor.” She leans down and presses a kiss on his cheek. He wants nothing more than to scrub her touch from his skin.

Summer doesn’t even bother telling him to stand. She drags him from the throne room.

His tender, abused flesh aches as it rubs on the marble floors.

Summer tosses him into an empty room.

“I’ve waited a long time for this.”

He stares into his twin’s honey eyes. There’s no warmth in them, not for him. Throughout their long lives, she has been his worst tormentor.

Summer and winter.

Opposites in every way.

One ice-cold, with a warm, generous heart.

The other, hotter than the sun, but stone cold on the inside.

Cherished daughter.

Good for nothing slave.

He always knew this day would come. He resigned himself to its inevitability long ago.

For the last fifty years, he’s endured their punishments, he’s served as their plaything. He cannot remember a time where they didn’t torment him. It has always been this way.

Except Mother had never before allowed Summer to be alone with him. She knew the contempt her youngest daughter held for her unwanted twin. Mother Nature never minded if her pet got damaged, a little magic could heal his injuries. But she knew that if given the chance, Summer would make sure there would be nothing left of him to save.

As he stares into his sister’s eyes, he knows that death has come for him at long last.

About the Author 

Abrianna Denae is a twenty-four-year-old author living in Northern California. An English major, she has always had a passion for writing.

Deciding to sit down and write one of the many stories that had plagued her mind for years was the easy part—finding the time to do it was a different story.

Caffeine is her best friend, and sleep is her worst enemy.

A lover of books that make the reader feel something, she tries to incorporate as much of her real-world views and feelings into her stories as she can.

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Author: Abrianna Denae, Claire Marta, Elouise R. East, N.J. Lysk, T.M. Chris

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: TRC Designs

Release Date: October 14

Genre:  Contemporary M/M Romance, Taboo 

Tropes: Forbidden love, Taboo, Age Gap

Pairings:  It’s twincest, uncle/nephew, father/son, and brocest.

Themes: Co-dependence, Taboo Love, Forgiveness, Hope, Life Lessons, Learning from Mistakes

Heat Rating:  4-5 flames   

Length:  85 000 words

There are no cliffhangers.

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Are you ready for 4 taboo stories about men who are Closer Than Blood?

It’s all about brotherly love, even if it’s His Brother’s Brat. 

These are men for whom family and romance are Entwined.

And yet, who can resist When Fantasies Collide?

But remember that love can get messy and lead to Mutual Destruction.

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