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Book Title: The Vampyr’s Husband (D’Vaire, Book 25)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: September 16,
2021

Genre. M/M Urban Fantasy Romance

Trope: Fated Mates

Themes: Fate, love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 93 683
words

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For one vampire, finding
his mate is far easier than convincing him Fate is real.

Blurb

A shrewd business owner, Vampyr Lord Nikolai Volkov has
one of the most powerful companies on the planet. Besides success, Nikolai has a loving
family that leads the vampires, but he aches to find his mate. Although Nikolai is proud to be
a vampire, he begs Fate to bring him someone to adore—someone who can quench his

need for blood. Nikolai believes his other half will be a human, and he’ll stop at nothing to
find him.

James Chase swore off love, marriage, and any romantic
entanglements at twenty-two when he discovered his boyfriend cheating on him. His father
tried to dictate his future, so James left him behind too. Over a decade later, James is a
hard-working and successful man who allows no one to impact his feelings. Like every
human he knows, James prefers to ignore the Council of Sorcery and Shifters.

At a party James attends to satisfy his sister, he meets a
vampire who insists they are mates. James knows little and cares nothing about the people
in the Council. Despite Nikolai’s best efforts, James refuses to be swept off his feet. Torn
between their two vastly different worlds, Nikolai must convince James that Fate is real if
they are to honor her. But first, the vampire will need to persuade the other half of his soul
to give their relationship a chance.

Excerpt

“I really appreciate you agreeing to have dinner with me
tonight.”

“You left me with little choice,” James stated, picking up his
fork and forcefully spearing a slice of cucumber. “Not only did you call my assistant on
multiple occasions, but you tried to fill my office with flowers and other junk. You need to
stop sending me things immediately.”

“I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I’m possibly
overzealous, but I have waited over a thousand years for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you read the book I sent, Jamie?”

“It’s James, and no, I work for a living. I don’t have time to
read books, nor do I care at all about your Council.”

It was the truth, or at least the one James wanted to
believe. His curiosity was easily squelched, or so James told himself. The way the book on
his coffee table beckoned to him was a secret he’d never share. Whatever attraction he felt
for Nikolai had to be ignored, no matter how gorgeous the vampire was.

Nikolai frowned. “I was hoping you’d at least have read the

section about mates.”

The Vampyr Lord’s persistence was commendable but
annoying. James refused to give in to the newfound interest he might have about Nikolai’s
world, and he wondered how the vampire could be so sure of his pursuit of James. Slapping
on the stare he gave an underperforming employee, James’s gaze met Nikolai’s head on.

“Why, so I’d understand whatever relationship your butler
and chauffer have? Nikolai, I’m here to tell you to stop contacting me, not because I want to
be friends.”

The disappointment on Nikolai’s face was unmistakable,
and James wondered why his immediate reaction was to soothe the vampire. The feeling
was unexpected and unwelcome.

“I suppose there’s no delicate way to explain matebonds or
Fate to a human.”

“Are you really going to try that whole line about how fate
brought us together?” James asked with a forced laugh. “I didn’t expect someone as
successful as you to have your head stuck in clouds. I at least expected you to have enough
experience to know that tired clichés rarely work.”

“The Council of Sorcery and Shifters is comprised of races
who share a single thing in common. We were granted gifts from Fate,” Nikolai explained
quietly. “For some, they wield magic, or can shift into a beast. I was given immortality, the
ability to teleport, and other talents. Because we live for so long, she also matches us with
someone who is our perfect complement. If they find themselves willing and able to build a
relationship, they bond with blood or bite, which unites them for eternity.

“There are signals to tell us when we’ve met that person. It
varies but often consists of a strong scent associated with that person and instant sexual
attraction. I saw the surprise on your face. I know you felt it,” Nikolai insisted, his pale eyes
boring into James’s in an unwavering way that made James uncomfortable.

Was it possible for Nikolai to see through James’s
hard-earned mask?

James had no idea how Nikolai knew about the roses that
even at the moment he could smell wafting off the vampire, or the inopportune erection
he’d had at his sister’s party, but perhaps mind reading was one of his gifts. A sense of fear
swept through him at the thought of pissing off the vampire, as he had no clue what Nikolai
was capable of, but he quickly dismissed it. Nothing about Nikolai gave the impression he’d
lash out.

“I’m not a fan of organized religion, nor do I believe in
God,” James said. “I’m not judging you because you’re a believer or because you’re part of a

larger religious structure, but you can’t expect me to start a relationship with you because
some book told you that you’d meet your match someday. Maybe it’s a completely
legitimate foundation, but I can assure you that I’m not your perfect complement.”

“Our belief in Fate is not a religion. There is no faith
necessary. I’m clearly a vampire, and I’m surrounded by happy mates bonded by blood and
bite. It’s a tangible thing and is explained clearly in the book I sent over.”

“Which I already told you I’m not going to read.” The
Council continued to hold no interest to a man whose life wouldn’t intersect with magickind,
shifters, or sexy vampires, no matter how much they might appeal. If James kept repeating
it, he’d get the courage to toss the book Nikolai wanted him to read in the trash, or so he
hoped.

“I suppose it would be asking too much to expect Fate to
grant me someone far less stubborn than myself,” Nikolai muttered.

For a moment James had to question whether the beautiful
and enticing man was unhinged. “Have you ever spoken with a professional?”

“I’m not crazy, Jamie.”

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: “Dark Money Love” by Ace Fawn

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Book Title: Dark Money Love

Author: Ace Fawn

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Angela Haddon

Release Date: September 1, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Age-gap, work off the debt, yakuza, loan shark

Themes: Money, love and death

Heat Rating:  5 flames

Length: 35 893 words/121 pages

It is a standalone story.

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Akira Kazama is a man that gets what he wants. A loan shark king affiliated with the yakuza, he practically runs the money game in Tokyo.

Sora Nakano wants to save his mother’s life. When he has no choice left but to take out a hefty loan for her medical bills, he becomes indebted to Akira.

For Akira, business is always strictly business. And when someone owes him money, he always collects. Except this time, he wants more than just money from Sora.

He wants his body.

They agree on an arrangement for Sora to pay off the debt, and it’s supposed to be a win-win situation for them both. But Sora never wanted to be involved with the dark, hidden side of Akira’s life, and when Sora is threatened, he must turn to Akira for help.

Will Sora save his mother and get out of this alive? Or will he spiral down the path of dark money love?

Excerpt 

Why was Akira looking at him like that? That intense gaze made Sora’s stomach churn. When Akira’s eyes swept over his body, Sora shifted in his seat. Akira was a handsome man, and Sora wasn’t used to this type of attention. The silence was unsettling, suffocating, and Sora was drowning in it.

“I have nothing,” Sora said, his voice broken.

“So…you don’t have any personal belongings worth enough to sell, no job or income. And…based on your file, you live in an internet café, correct?”

Sora nodded, his head down. He felt shame, sharp and searing like razor blades in his veins. What would his mother say if she saw him now? He was an embarrassment.

“Why an internet café?”

Sora shrugged. “Rent is cheap.”

“What did you spend all that money on?” Akira asked.

Sora didn’t speak. He stared down at his shaking hands, his eyes burning with impending tears. He sniffled, cheeks hot and breathing laboured.

“How will you pay off your debt?” Akira asked.

“I don’t know,” Sora whispered. Tears spilled onto his cheeks, but he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“At this rate, your debt will triple by the end of the month. And with no sure way to pay it back, it’ll be far worse than what it already is.”

Sora started to sob. He kept his head down, tears dropping in big globs onto his jeans, staining the fabric a darker shade of blue.

He couldn’t pay back a thing. What good was he, then?

Would Akira have him killed? Sora wondered where the authorities would find his body once they were done with him.

Akira stood from his chair and rounded the desk. His cologne was intense as he stood next to Sora and wiped the tears off his cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Sora stifled a gasp and looked up at Akira, his eyes wide and bloodshot with tears.

“Crying will not change a thing.”

“Then what do I do?” Sora asked, his voice shaking. He felt like chum in the water.

Akira chuckled, his voice low. “You pay me back.”

“But I already told you I can’t pay you back. I have nothing.”

“Yes, you do. You have yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

He saw it then, the smirk twisting up at the corner of Akira’s lips. Sora’s cheeks burned, and his stomach squirmed.

“You know what I mean,” Akira said. He walked back to his chair behind the desk and sat down.

Sora frowned. “You can’t expect me to—”

“I expect you to pay me back one way or another, Sora. And since you have nothing else to give me, you can pay back your incurred debt with your body.”

That squirming sensation in the pit of Sora’s stomach worsened. His head spun. Sora wanted to block out Akira’s words, he wanted to get up and run out of the room, but all he could do was sit there, staring.

“Ten thousand yen will be deducted from your account after each service. That is a sure way to settle your debt.”

This didn’t feel real. Akira couldn’t be serious.

“But I can’t do that!” Sora exclaimed.

Akira’s gaze darkened, his voice firm. “You can, and you will. You owe me, Sora. And I’m going to make sure you pay me back.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Like what, Sora? The bank won’t give you a loan, so you can’t give me their money. The government won’t help you. Many people in your position commit suicide, but that would be such a terrible waste. And if you went to the wrong people asking for money and couldn’t pay them back…well…that’s a sure way to get yourself killed.”

Sora stared at Akira. What choice did he have? There was no way Sora could get out of this. If he didn’t want to end up dead on the street, he’d have to go through with it.

Akira watched him, waiting. “So what will it be?”

It all felt surreal, like it wasn’t even happening in the first place.

Sora sniffled and wiped his eyes. He took in a few breaths, trying to calm down. “When…when will we start?”

“Our business arrangement will take effect tomorrow evening if you agree,” Akira said.

Sora hesitated. “Does that mean you’ll sell my body off to anyone and everyone?”

Akira narrowed his eyes. “I am not a pimp, and besides, I don’t like sharing.”

Sora’s cheeks flushed. He let out a shaky breath. What was he getting himself into?

“You’ll be servicing me only,” Akira said.

Sora couldn’t nod. He couldn’t even swallow the damn spit in his mouth, let alone speak. He was stuck, staring into that rapturing gaze. This was it. No turning back.

About the Author 

Australian author Ace Fawn writes contemporary m/m romance fiction. She is drawn to dark themes and loves reading m/m books as much as she loves writing them.

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Book Title: Remedy (A Tulip Farm Romance)

Author: Alex Hall

Publisher: Madison Place Press

Cover Artist:
Rebecca Slather

Release Date:
September 2, 2021

Genre: Contemporary
M/Nonbinary romance

Tropes: Sports romance
(equestrian), friends to lovers

Themes: Acceptance of
change in circumstances, rehab to recovery

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 90 000 words/ 240
pages

It is a standalone story and
also book one of a series. It does not
end on a
cliffhanger.

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Reed helps Peter realize
that there is life and love after a life and career-changing accident.

Blurb

At just 28, Peter is one of the youngest athletes ever to
secure a spot on Team USA’s Show Jumping roster for the Paris Summer Olympics. With the
support a large, equestrian-centric family behind him Peter’s a shoo-in to win individual
gold—

—until a freak on-course accident badly injures Peter and
the talented mare he’d been riding. Dreams of success in Paris quickly coming apart, he
holes up at the family complex, Tulip Farm, to rehab and re-assess. His parents and three
siblings try to keep his spirits up, but it’s hard to focus on the future when by night he’s
plagued by reoccurring headaches and by day he can barely walk without pain.

Reed Androku has recently chosen to follow their passion:
holistic equine rehabilitation. Tulip Farm – an immaculate facility run by the famous
McAuley-Griffin clan – seems the perfect place to chase that dream, and when the family
unexpectedly opens up Barn A to boarders, Reed jumps at the opportunity. They’ll happily
take advantage of roomy stalls, heated arena, and state-of-the-art footing even if it means
putting up with Peter Griffin, the family’s youngest son and ex-Olympic hopeful.

Peter needs healing, and a reason to hope. Reed’s got a
knack for rehab and a soft-heart for hard cases, but they also have a dangerous secret. Fate
throws Peter and Reed together, sparking a passion that could turn into something deeper,
but first they must weather Peter’s recovery, the McAuley-Griffin family’s obsessive need to
meddle, and Reed’s violent past.

Excerpt

As far as Peter was concerned, the only thing of worth he
could ever be was an Olympic show jumper.

He’d been born into it, after all. His mum was a McAuley.
County Kildare stock, and for as far back as anyone bothered to keep track, the County
Kildare McAuleys had been horse people. Peter’s maternal grandfather and granduncle had
made their fortunes breeding and racing thoroughbreds in Ireland. Peter’s mum, Aine
McAuley, was a track rat grown into Ireland’s most decorated eventing star. And Peter’s dad,
though no County Kildare McAuley, had plenty of horse chops of his own. Gabe Griffin had
ridden to team gold for Great Britain in Barcelona, the same Olympics Aine had tried—and

failed by the slimmest margin—to bring home an individual medal for Ireland.

She always said she’d regretted the miss for exactly
forty-five seconds, the time it had taken to dismount after her stadium round, toss her reins
at her cousin and stand-in groom, Finley, and glance past her disappointed family at the
young man with the salt-and-pepper hair watching from the shadows of the ingate.

That young man was Peter’s da. He’d come over from the
Olympic stables to get a glimpse of the McAuley winning machine at work and instead found
himself captured by a pair of wide violet eyes over a petulant, spoiled mouth. Gabe had
already heard more than a few things about Aine McAuley. Her easy way with horses, her
exacting eye for breed lines. Her tendency to collect suitors like candy and toss them away
again, half-consumed. And her—possibly obsessive—drive for excellence in all
things.

“Bad luck,” he’d famously dared say with typical British
aplomb and specific Gabe Griffin bluntness as those furious violet eyes attempted to flay
him from a distance for the sin of witnessing a McAuley nonperformance. “But not entirely
your fault. He’s off in the right hind, don’t you know, just the barest whisper but enough to
send him flat over the last three and cost you the time faults.” Hands in his pockets, he
shrugged when all three McAuleys glared at him in disbelief. “Like I said, just the barest
whisper, easy for even the best of us to miss, but I saw it from up in the risers. If I were you,
I’d have him looked at immediately.”

“What the hell do you know about it?” Aine’s father and
coach, Shane, had blustered. Gabe was quite clearly wearing the track jacket of a British
Olympian and a color-coded tag on a lanyard around his neck that meant he had
unrestricted access to the Olympic barns, but that wasn’t necessarily a point in his favor.
Quite the opposite, in fact. “And why in God’s name should we listen to the
competition?”

Gabe shrugged again. He hadn’t reached so far in life by
backing down. “For the horse’s sake, I imagine. He’s a brave fellow, and bold. No matter the
gruff show you put on for the papers, Shane McAuley, we each of us know the animal’s
welfare comes first, and a bit of healthy competition won’t change that.”

At last those remarkable violet eyes softened.

“The Olympics are hardly ‘a bit of healthy competition,’ Mr.
Griffin,” Aine said softly, her accent rolling pleasantly with the music of Ireland. “But you’re
not wrong. Oh, stop snarling, Da. I felt it when we landed fence six. A stinger, and after that
he couldn’t balance up. Poor Ross.” She stroked the chestnut gelding’s neck. The horse, still
blowing hard, sniffed hopefully at her gloved hand in search of a sugar cube. “Let’s hope it’s
not lasting.” She tugged a sugar cube from her breeches pocket, smiled a challenge at Gabe.
“Right hind, you say? Well. Why don’t you come back with me to the warm-up ring and we’ll
look him over.”

They were married less than a year later, and just like any

sport horse carefully bred to succeed, Peter’s fate—and that of his three older siblings—was
sealed.

***

“Beautiful day for a ride,” Kate Griffin told Peter cheerfully,
smoothing long dark hair back from her forehead and securing it into a high ponytail with an
elastic slipped from her wrist.

It was the same thing his older sister said before every first
round, the same thing she’d said when they were children and he’d ridden his pony, Cricket,
for the first time at Devon while she stood at the ingate, all pigtails and wide eyes and quiet
confidence, and he’d won the class blue. It didn’t matter whether they were indoors or out,
whether he was showing first thing in the a.m. or after dark in the p.m., whether the sun
was shining, or they were in the middle of a blizzard. Horse people were a superstitious sort
and the Irish a superstitious people, which meant Kate and Peter Griffin were superstitious
twice over and just fine with it.

“Remember,” Kate continued as she stepped sideways to
avoid being trampled by Annie’s eager, dancing trot. “Six and Seven come up quick, balance
her back. And Five will take some leg, what with the Liverpool, and we know how she feels
about water in the indoor, poor Annie. She’s not alone. Other people are having
trouble.”

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Sarah Remy/Alex
Hall is a nonbinary, animal-loving, proud gamer Geek. Their work can be found in a variety of
cool places, including
HarperVoyager, EDGE and
NineStar Press.

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Book Title: A Right To Know

Author: Jude Tresswell

Publisher: Self-published

Release Date: August 2021

Genres: M/M crime/mystery and relationships

Tropes: Love conquers all; unexpected visitor; false identity

Themes: Fear of rejection; data protection v. the right to know; compromise. 

Trigger Warning: parental suicide

Heat Rating:  2 flames

Length:  57 300 words

It is book 7 in the County Durham Quad series, but can be read as a standalone story. Background information is worked in to help readers with the protagonists’ history. 

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“A son! A child! How? Why? Fuck! Phil! You can’t have! And does this sperm-child want to see you?”

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“A son! A child! How? Why? Fuck! Phil! You can’t have! And does this sperm-child want to see you?”

Abandonment, trust, suspicion and compromise—integral parts of a mystery that involves industrial espionage, sperm donation and coming to terms with oneself and the truth.

Sperm donors know that now, under UK law, offspring who reach eighteen have the right to learn a donor’s identity and last known address, but Phil Roberts donated before the law was changed. He is shocked and dismayed to learn that he has a son called Lewis who intends to visit. Phil’s husband, Raith, is furious—and very scared. 

What does Lewis Lennon really want? The man he has always called ‘dad’ is dead. Was his death suicide or was he murdered? Lewis wants Phil to find out. So, Phil, Raith, Mike and Ross, the County Durham Quad, plus their special friend, Nick, are embroiled in another investigation, but, as always, their relationships come under scrutiny too.

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Phil sat at the big kitchen table. His beard, neatly trimmed as always, failed to hide the lack of colour in his face. He looked shocked. He was holding a letter. 

   “You alright, Phil?” Mike was puzzled and concerned. “Bad news?”

   “Not ‘bad’ exactly. Unexpected. Very.” He sighed. “I’ve an eighteen-year-old son. Sperm donation.” 

   Raith, Phil’s husband, dropped the glass of juice he was drinking. It rolled off the table and smashed as it hit the floor.

   “A son! A child! How? Why? Fuck! Phil! You can’t have! And does this sperm-child want to see you?” Raith snatched the letter from Phil’s hands. “I can’t read this fucking stuff; it’s in joined-up. Why didn’t he type it?”

   “He probably felt that this was more personal,” Mike suggested, retrieving the letter from the floor where Raith had slung it in disgust and shaking it free of orange juice.

   “It’s fucking personal alright. You always said they couldn’t identify you, Phil. What the fuck’s gone wrong?”

   “It looks as though we might find out,” said Ross, the fourth member of the quad. He was reading the letter over Mike’s shoulder. “He intends to visit. I think we need to talk.” 

***

   Mike, Ross, Raith and Phil, four men who shared a home in Tunhead, a tiny hamlet in the Durham hills. Tunhead derived its name from Tun Beck, a little stream that flowed into the larger River Wear. Tun Beck lent its name to BOTWAC too—the Beck on the Wear Arts Centre. Ross managed BOTWAC, Raith provided paintings and ceramics and Mike carried out the maintenance. Phil was the only one whose work was separate. He was a surgeon at Warbridge Hospital, an hour’s drive away and, in a sense, his medical background was the cause of the morning’s shock announcement. The four of them talked about the news that evening.

   “You knew I’d donated sperm, Raith.” Phil had always made it clear that when he was a medical student, like many others on his course, he had donated both for research and for procreation. 

   “I know that, but you’d always done it anonymously. You said so, and you never did it after they changed the law.”

   Raith was referring to a change that occurred in 2005 regarding data held at UK fertility clinics. At licenced clinics, that is. Prior to the change, offspring conceived by sperm or egg donation could learn some information about their donor when they reached sixteen, but what was released was very general. If donors wished to remain anonymous, they could do so. From 2005, though, anonymity was lifted. Sixteen was still the age of release of the ‘non-identifiable information’, but at eighteen, offspring conceived by donation had the right to be told their donor’s name and date of birth and, also, their donor’s last known address. 

   “I didn’t donate after two thousand and five. I think I’d know if I did.”

   “Sperm can be frozen though, can’t it, Phil? Perhaps it was used after the change was implemented.”

   “Only for another year or so, Ross, and under the old anonymity rules. There was a transitional period but, after that, sperm could only be used in exceptional circumstances. To create a sibling, for example. I remember being contacted about it. I had the option of… going public, if you like, but I chose not to do so. I didn’t want…I didn’t want a child, well, not one that I’d feel some responsibility for. I suppose, if I’m honest, I did want to pass on my genes, have that sense of immortality—I knew it was unlikely that I’d ever father a child with a woman. I just wanted to… be helpful, I suppose. I gave a brief self-description at the time, but the details would apply to thousands of people: eyes, hair, height, weight, ethnicity. Even if you narrowed the count with ‘student medic’ and my year of birth, you’d still be talking hundreds. I was careful not to leave traces.”

   “How thoughtful of you!”

   “That’s not helpful, Raith.”

   Ross chastised gently but, tonight, too harshly for Raith.

   “Helpful! It’s not help Phil needs—it’s a fucking vasectomy, but he’s eighteen years too late. I’m going up.” 

   No hugs, no kisses—the little goodnight habits that told the men that they were loved and cared for and cared about. Just “I’m going up” and heavy footsteps on the stairs.

About the Author 

Jude Tresswell lives in south-east England but was born and raised in the north, and that’s where her heart is. She is ace, and has been married to the same man for many years. She feels that she understands compromise. She supports Liverpool FC, listens to a lot of blues music and loves to write dialogue.

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Book Title: Tapped By My Roommate (Thrust into Love, book 3

Author: DJ Jamison

Publisher: DJ Jamison

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood

Release Date: September 9, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Roommates, app hookup, hookups to lovers, bi awakening, geek romance.

Heat Rating:  4 flames

Length: 75 000 words

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Ethan Greene: Shy geek, newly bi-curious, and…propositioning his gay roommate?

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Ethan Greene: Shy geek, newly bi-curious, and…propositioning his gay roommate?

I have a passion for a lot of things: wildlife biology, Godzilla, bowties…

But when it comes to people, I’m more timid.

Which is why I’m stuck with a toxic ex-girlfriend who’s holding my lizard hostage.

I need to face her–and save my dignity.

But a little backup won’t hurt, right?

My roommate is the perfect wingman.

Rhett is assertive and charismatic. The kind of guy people respect.

And when he meets my toxic ex, he’s also the kind of guy to get protective.

I take comfort in his strength, even as I envy it.

But when he kisses me, things get awkward.

Frustrated by the tension between us, I turn to a hookup app for answers.

I don’t mean to proposition my roommate. Really.

It’s just a weird fluke–a mortifying one.

But Rhett has a proposition of his own.

He wants to help me explore my curiosity.

But he’s a bartender who practically flirts for a living, and I’m in way over my head.

It could all end in heartbreak.

Unless I find the courage I’ve been seeking my whole life.

Can I be bold enough to ask Rhett Hayes to be mine?

Tapped By My Roommate is Book 3 of the Thrust into Love series featuring a flirty bartender, a timid but passionate geek, and a mistaken app hookup that encourages these two roommates to explore friendship and love. It can be read as a standalone.

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ETHAN

“Rhett, please…” I shifted my hips restlessly.

“Yes? Did you want something?” he asked in his husky sex voice designed to drive me wild. I was onto him. He did that on purpose.

It was a Thursday evening, and I’d dressed down in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, thinking I’d be spending the night alone. He’d traded shifts with someone, though, and here we were on the futon again—with me desperate and him teasing me.

Without the bowtie, Rhett had zeroed in on my throat. He sucked my Adam’s apple, making me jolt. “Say it, Ethan. I promise I want to hear it.”

“Did you know alligators are always erect?” I blurted.

Rhett lifted his head to look at me.

Jesus, why did I say that?

“Really?”

“They keep it tucked inside their body, but yeah. Always ready to go.” I snorted an awkward laugh. “You’re probably wondering why I’m sharing alligator sex trivia right now.”

Rhett held up his thumb and forefinger a millimeter apart. “A little bit.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I find it strangely hot.”

“Yeah? Some lizards change their sex based on climate,” I said. “Males become female.”

“Okay, I like your equipment, so that’s less hot.” His hand finally cupped my hard dick through my pants. “Stay hard like an alligator for me.”

I groaned. That would be no trouble. It seemed as if I was hard for Rhett all the time, even when he wasn’t there.

“Love your lizard,” he whispered into my ear.

I giggled—straight up giggled like a child—and my whole body flashed hot. It was embarrassing and funny and…a tiny bit sexy that he was willing to take my geeky, nervous babble and roll with it.

“Did you know that some animals engage in oral sex of sorts?” I said. “Cheetahs and lions—”

“Ethan,” he cut in. “Is this your way of asking me to suck your dick?”

“Oh, god.”

His voice went even huskier. “Because I would love to do that for you. I just need to hear that you want it.”

About the Author

DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.

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Book Title: Addicted to Lust (A Yakuza Path Romance)

Author: Amy
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Publisher: Macarons & Tea Publishing

Cover Artist: Natasha
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Release Date: September 1,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers,
hurt/comfort, age difference, workplace relationship, one-night stand

Themes: Criminals &
outlaws, grief, monophobia

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 51 000 words/206
pages

It is a standalone
story.

This story is in the same
universe as my Yakuza Path books, but they are separate series.

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Can a night of passion lead
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Can a night of passion lead to a happily ever
after?

Yakuza captain Hayato’s life is a mess. His boyfriend broke
up with him, changed the locks, and kept all his stuff. He can’t crash at his brother’s because
his girlfriend is moving in.
And just when Hayato thinks things can’t get worse, he accidentally gets
blackout drunk and wakes up in the arms of a clingy underling.

Masuo believes he and his boss made a deep connection,
but when he’s blown off the next morning, he feels lied to. Assigned to run a failing
pachinko parlor, Masuo is determined to turn it around to prove himself to
everyone…especially his sexy superior.

When Hayato realizes he’s falling for the young parlor
manager, he is more than ready for fun. But as Hayato’s tragic
past comes back to
haunt him, Masuo wonders if he’s ready to carry all Hayato’s baggage.

Can the unlikely pair learn to accept each other and find
their way to happiness even while new challenges arise, or is their love destined to fall like
balls through a pachinko machine?

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January sucked. Hayato always started it with a New Year’s
hangover. Then came the anniversary of the worst day of his life. And that wasn’t including
the cold. At least the snow was pretty sometimes, but January storms usually skipped the
happily-ever-after fluffy snow and went straight to freezing rain of doom. No matter how
many layers Hayato wore, he always froze his balls off. The whole month should be tossed
out like a used condom in a love hotel’s trash.

If he stayed in bed, he could pretend the calendar had
never turned. He could go back to sweet December when nothing bad ever happened and
the world was a blur of sales and romantic dinners. Or maybe he could stick with his current
plan to spend the whole month of January drunk until the thirty-one days of hell passed and
February dawned, if not warmer, at least a little brighter.

He hugged his pillow closer, then gagged, his sinuses
assaulted by the stench of sweat and cum. Like the hangover wasn’t bad enough. Only
January 1 and already the month had lived up to its reputation as the one of suffering and
hatred.

Hayato threw the pillow off the bed and rolled onto his
back. Furry pink walls shocked any remaining sleep out of his system. The matching sheets
and heart-shaped tufted headboard confirmed it. He’d spent the night at a love hotel. No big
deal. No one wanted to spend New Year’s alone. The sound of rushing water in the
bathroom signaled Hayato needed to leave before things got complicated.

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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Author: Matthew R. Corr 

Publisher: Quill Hawk Publishing 

Cover Artist: Dessiree Perez 

Release Date: August 26, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Coming-of-age 

Tropes: Forbidden love, mystery

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness, grief, self-love

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length: 120 000 words/440 pages

The author is working on a sequel.

The book does not end on a cliffhanger.

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His secret could cost him everything.

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Landon Griffin has everything going for him. He’s a high school senior on the brink of receiving a football scholarship, his dad is running for mayor of Madison, Texas, and his future with his girlfriend looks bright. But his simple life shatters when feelings spark for a guy he’s never met. Giving the stranger the codename Mystery Boy, Landon hesitates to step out of his comfort zone to solve the mystery. Living in a conservative town, he struggles to hide his new obsession while trying to figure out where he fits within the spectrum of sexuality. Can he dodge the constant questions from his friends and find answers before the escalating anxiety becomes too much to handle? Land On Me is Matthew R. Corr’s debut novel akin to the drama of Christopher Rice and the coming-of-age brilliance of Alex Sanchez.

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OPENING HOOK

 My ears rang. I’d heard gunshots in movies, but in real life, they are louder than you’d expect. My elbows locked and my arms shook. I wanted to drop the gun, but my entire body was frozen in place. All I could smell was the scent of hot metal emanating from the barrel of the weapon. My mouth was too dry to speak, and I could hardly swallow. I desperately wanted to reach out to make sure he was okay, but there was so much blood. It was so red, and it was coming out so quickly. I didn’t want to shoot him but he wouldn’t have stopped otherwise. Tears welled in my eyes. His blood was on my hands now.

About the Author 

Matthew Corr was born and raised in beautiful New England. Coming out as a gay man in high school in his small town fueled his big city dreams. Matthew moved to New York City, where he gained a degree in musical theater. After countless performances on stages across the country, his passion for writing finally stepped into the spotlight. Matthew is a huge nerd for film and everything Marvel-related. He currently lives in Brooklyn, NY. Land On Me is his debut novel. To learn more about Matthew, and the release of his next book, please visit http://www.matthewrcorr.com

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Book Title: Head Over Tentacles

Author: K.L. Hiers

Publisher: Dreamspinner 

Cover Artist: Tiferet Design

Release Date: August 24, 2021

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Mystery

Tropes: Tentacles! Wedding Drama, Meeting the In-Laws, The Cat Did It

Themes: Love Conquers All

Heat Rating:  4 flames

Length: 60 000 words

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

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Private investigator Sloane Beaumont should be enjoying his recent engagement to eldritch god Azaethoth the Lesser, AKA Loch. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have time for a pre-honeymoon period.

The trouble starts with a deceptively simple missing persons case. That leads to the discovery of mass kidnappings, nefarious secret experiments, and the revelation that another ancient god is trying to bring about the end of the world by twisting humans into an evil army.

Just another day at the office.

Sloane does his best to juggle wedding planning, stopping his fiancé from turning the mailman inside out, and meeting his future godly in-laws while working the case, but they’re also being hunted by a strange young man with incredible abilities. With the wedding date looming closer, Sloane and Loch must combine their powers to discover the truth—because it’s not just their own happy-ever-after at stake, but the fate of the world….

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“Hi!” the young man said. “It’s okay! You can just call me Jay.” He smiled down at the carrier. “This is Mr. Twigs!”

“Please, come in,” Sloane said, trying to fix his hair as he opened the office door. He ushered Jay in, saying politely, “So, your roommate is missing?”

“Yes,” Jay said, setting the carrier on Sloane’s desk and opening it up. “Everyone at the department thinks I’m going nuts, and Milo said you would be able to help me.”

“I’ll definitely do my best!”

“My roommate has been missing for almost two days now, and this is not like him at all. He hasn’t been to work, he hasn’t been home, but his car is still in the parking lot. The detectives wanted me to wait before filing a missing persons report, and nobody is listening to me.”

“And you think that Mr. Twigs here might be responsible?”

“I’m Silenced, so you know, no magic for me, but I know the sound portals make. I’ve heard it on a ton of documentaries. I know I heard one right before he vanished, and no one else was home except Mr. Twigs.”

The cat slinked out of the carrier and perched right on the corner of Sloane’s desk, its tail swishing. It was fluffy, black, and it was wearing small round sunglasses.

Loch kneeled down, eyeing the cat suspiciously. They were nearly nose to nose, locked in an intense stare.

“Huh,” Sloane said, blinking slowly. “The cat… wears sunglasses?”

“Oh!” Jay blushed. “I know it sounds crazy, but his eyes are really sensitive to light. So yeah. I tried to take them off and he got really upset.”

“Wait, you didn’t buy them?”

“Oh no!” Jay laughed. “He had them on when I found him. He’s a rescue, and he’s, like, literally the sweetest—”

“He is a foul and wretched creature!” Loch suddenly shouted, spinning wildly and promptly smacking the cat across the room. “Go back to the depths of Xenon, you disgusting fiend!”

“Mr. Twigs!” Jay screamed in horror.

“Azaethoth!” Sloane roared, shocked and furious. “How could you? It’s just a cat!”

“That is not a cat!” Loch argued, his tentacles beginning to unfurl. “It’s a monstrous fiend that just looks like a cat!”

“Owww,” a new voice complained, the fluffy black cat picking himself up from the floor and yowling in complaint. He hopped back up on the desk, his tail lashing as he hissed, “That was super rude!”

“Mr. Twigs…?” Jay stared in awe. He started to reach for the cat but drew back. “You’re… you’re talking?”

“Duh,” the cat replied sweetly. “Now, Jay, why don’t you forget all about this and go to sleep?”

Jay’s eyes rolled back, and he immediately dropped on  the carpet face-first.

“What the fuck are you?” Sloane demanded, his hands moving to summon a shield of bright starlight. Loch stood in front of him protectively, his thick tentacles writhing around him and poised to strike at any second.

The cat laughed, transforming into a very thin and very naked young man. He tilted his sunglasses down, grinning slyly to reveal a mouthful of pointed teeth as he teased, “Meow, motherfuckers. Name’s Asta. I’m here to save the world.”

About the Author 

K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral service, she worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Her first love was always telling stories, and she has been writing for over twenty years, penning her very first book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty notebooks, however, but she never gave up.

Following the success of her first novel, Cold Hard Cash, she now enjoys writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. She loves attending horror movie conventions and indulging in cosplay of her favorite characters. She lives in Zebulon, NC, with her husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend to because they think it’s cute.

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