RELEASE BLITZ: “Lockmage Legacy” by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Lockmage Legacy (D’Vaire, Book 24)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: July 29,
2021

Genre: M/M Urban Fantasy Romance

Trope: Fated Mates

Themes: Fate, love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 88 690
words

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Defining a legacy is never
easy.

Blurb

Beta Donnell Ursus Arctos devotes his life to protecting his
leader and defending every bear in his clan. Some call him overprotective, but Donnell
prioritizes safety. When he’s not working, Donnell has simple hobbies that others consider
boring. Although Donnell is surrounded by family, wealth, and prestige, the bear shifter

pines for Fate to pair him with the other half of his soul.

For Joshua Brenton, little is going right. On the same day,
Josh loses his job and his run-down apartment. But there is a bright light on the
horizon—the annual retreat for mages. As an aqua mage, Josh has been disrespected since
birth, but Fate has recently selected new leaders. After sweeping changes are made, Josh is
randomly selected to prove his worth in the newly instituted mage testing.

Josh is stunned when he meets the mage rulers and is
invited to their home. Upon ringing the doorbell to the mansion, Josh meets Donnell, and
they discover that they are mates. Although the pair are instantly drawn to each other, Josh
learns he is more than a mage and must unravel a past he’d prefer to forget. It will be up to
Josh and Donnell to chart a future while dealing with the surprises they encounter along the
way.

Excerpt

“You like magic, don’t you?” Donnell asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re casting quite a few spells right now. You must’ve
done well in school.”

After glancing down, Josh chuckled. “I swear sometimes I’m
not even conscious of what I’m doing. But school wasn’t my favorite thing.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Not important. We need to discuss my questions.”

There was a line between Josh’s brows that kept Donnell
from pressing the subject. It was too soon to prod him on a topic, and if Josh wanted to
work through issues, Donnell was happy to help.

“Okay. Let’s talk. Is this about being a warlock or our
matebond?”

“I can’t believe we have an our anything. I like
it.”

Enchanted, Donnell smiled at him. “Me too. Now, answer
my question.”

“I guess it’s related to the matebond thing. Specifically, to
you being a bear.”

“I know we were in a room full of people earlier, but I
meant what I said. I’d like to create trust between us, and once it’s there, I have no intention
of breaking it. From the time I learned what it was to have a mate, I yearned for one. I’ve
had casual sex, and it can be fantastic, but being in a happy matebond is infinitely more
enticing to me.”

“Kinda pisses me off that I’m getting a visual of you fucking
some stranger,” Josh remarked.

“Then stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Josh said with a shake of his head.
Whether Josh was aware of it or not, his plethora of spheres, rings of shifting colors, and
other minor spells reappeared. “I need to know other stuff about bears.”

“Okay. Are you unfamiliar with shifters?”

“I don’t always have my face in a book or anything, but I’ve
learned a few tidbits. I haven’t studied bears specifically, though, and I need to get my head
on straight. Let’s start with the one that probably would have the biggest impact on the
future. Do you hibernate?”

Donnell chuckled. “No, I don’t hibernate.”

“You don’t have to sound so outraged. Wild bears
do.”

“Yes, but I also have a human side.”

“Is honey your favorite thing ever?”

“Yes, because life is a cartoon,” Donnell drawled. At Josh’s
unamused glare, Donnell grinned. “I like honey.”

“See, I knew it. I was waiting for it to show up on the table
today but thought maybe you guys considered it too much of a delicacy to put out for
sharing.”

“No, we only put honey on appropriate things.”

“Have you ever gotten freaky with honey?” Josh
asked.

“I’ve put it on a grape before.”

“Is that a metaphor for some dude with small
balls?”

“I will not sit here and discuss my past experiences with
you,” Donnell told him. “That’s not the kind of thing anyone should tell their mate.”

“So, no freaky honey sex.”

“Not yet.”

Josh grinned. “Oh, I’m totally down for honey sex if you
want.”

“We’ll save it for a special occasion.”

“Have you ever forgotten you weren’t in bear form while
you were near a river and caught a salmon in your teeth?” Josh asked.

“Surprisingly enough, that’s never happened. Let me ask
you a thing or two.”

“Sure, but have you ever rubbed your butt on a tree in
human or bear form?”

“Not that I recall. Have you peed your pants because you
were too lazy to get up and knew you could use magic to make it disappear?” Donnell
inquired.

“Let me master my element so I don’t have to get up to
take a piss,” Josh groused, but he was laughing. “Allow me to paint you a picture. You’re out
and about. Suddenly, you’re hungry. You happen to be walking past a residential situation.
Do you go rummage through some trash cans to find a snack?”

“I assume I’m shifted?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. You tell me,” Josh demanded.

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: “Fractured Love” by Matthew Dante

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Book Title: Fractured Love

Author: Matthew Dante

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Anthony Chinedu

Release Date: July 15, 2021

Genre: Gay Thriller

Tropes: Unrequited Love, Obsession

Theme: Obsessive Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 50 000 words/225 pages

It is a standalone story.

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What is more dangerous than a man in love? A man in love who feels betrayed.

Blurb

Marc and Alex have been best friends since childhood. When Marc was fourteen, tragedy struck, and he found himself suddenly orphaned. Having no living relatives, Marc moved in with Alex and his family, who happily opened their hearts and their home to him.

Five years have passed since the tragedy, and Marc’s love and devotion for his best friend has only intensified… some would say, to an almost obsessive level…

Alex’s life is suddenly turned upside down when he is forced to make an impossible decision. Alex quickly learns that Marc’s love for him goes much deeper than just friendship. Alex begins to wonder, just how far is Marc willing to go in the name of love? And more terrifyingly, how dangerous is a man in love, who feels… betrayed.

Fractured Love is a dark story of unrequited love, torment, and murder.

Excerpt

Marc was furious. He jumped onto Alex, as Alex struggled beneath his weight. Alex kicked and punched with all his might. He had no idea how strong Marc could be when he was angry.

He felt like he was fighting a total stranger. This was not the man that he spent countless nights cuddling up against. This man was fueled by anger and rage. How long had this rage laid dormant? Or was it always there but hidden from prying eyes?

Marc let out an angry growl and punched Alex in the face. Blood burst from Alex’s nose as Marc’s fist connected firmly with his face. Alex fell backwards defeated. He was no match for the strength and fury of his former best friend.

Marc suddenly jumped down to the ground and grabbed Alex’s body. He yanked his body close to his own and whispered, “Don’t move.”

Alex’s body tightened as he suddenly heard a deep growl from the darkness ahead of him. With Marc’s arms wrapped tight around his body, Alex pressed his back further into Marc’s chest.

They both watched as a large wolf slowly emerged from the darkness. The beast growled, as it slowly made its way towards the two of them. The beast kept its nose close to the ground as it revealed its razor-sharp teeth.

“Don’t move, whatever you do.” Marc whispered in Alex’s ear. Marc gripped Alex even tighter as he held him close to his body. Alex gripped Marc’s arm, terrified, as he waited for the beast to attack.

About the Author

Matthew Dante is a Canadian indie author who loves to write about magic, fantasy, and romance. He is an avid reader, world traveller, lover of all things Marvel and DC, and a romantic at heart.

Most of his stories center around gay main characters who are usually the love interests and the heroes of these stories. He writes these novels, so that other LGBTQ people will be able to read about characters and stories that they can relate to and be proud of.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Matched by My Rival” by DJ Jamison. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Matched By My Rival

Author: DJ
Jamison

Publisher: DJ
Jamison

Cover Artist: Cate
Ashwood

Release Date: July 8,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, college jocks, online love match,
secret/forbidden love

Themes: Building a new dream, following your heart,
forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 75 000
words

It is part of a series (Thrust
Into Love) but can be read as a stand alone.

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Simon Prentiss: Ex-football
star, bitter rival, and…falling for the enemy?

Blurb
I hate my teammate, Parker Reed.
I hate that he makes me work so hard for my
position on the field.

Hate how he always smiles. How easily he shows
me up when I’m injured.


Most of all, I hate that he made me lose my
temper.


Next thing I know, football is gone.
My scholarship is gone.
I’m nearly gone, too.

With help, I manage to stay in school for my final
semester.

At least without football, I can explore a new side
to myself.

See where my attraction to guys takes me without
fear of it affecting my future.


I didn’t see it coming. The cosmic
joke.

The sweet, patient guy on the hookup
app?

The one who makes me burn with the desire to
have him?


Yeah, it’s Parker.

Our chemistry is off the charts, no matter how
much I resent him.

Holding a grudge against him is
impossible.

But when he wants to walk away from everything I
lost, can I accept it?


If I don’t, I’ll lose him too–and that can’t
happen.

Because I don’t hate Parker Reed.
I think I love him.

Matched By My Rival is an enemies-to-lovers,
jock rivals romance. It’s Book 2 of the Thrust Into Love series but can be read as a
standalone.

Excerpt

The following excerpt is from Simon’s POV, when he
realizes that his app hookup is actually his rival, Parker Reed.


This couldn’t be happening. Parker Reed? Parker
Reed was my Thrust match? No, I refused to believe it.

“There must be some mistake,” I growled.

He didn’t back down. Parker wasn’t the type. But for once,
his obnoxious grin was absent.

“No mistake. A surprise, for sure.”

I turned to Rhett, who was watching us with the fascination
of a driver gawking at an accident scene. “I’ll close up if you let me take care of this.”

“Yeah, sure. Bar’s done serving. Knock yourself out,
just…clean up the blood before you leave.” He cut his eyes toward Parker. “Whoever you
are, I wish you the best.”

He exited the bar through a little section of counter that
raised up, creating a gap. I held it open for Parker, jerking my chin toward the back room.
“Let’s go.”

Parker chuckled nervously as he passed through the bar
entrance, brushing against my chest. I could feel his body warmth, smell his aftershave, an
earthy natural scent that suited him.

Heart pounding, I led him into the back room. Surrounded
by boxes of liquor and kegs of beer, I whirled on him. “Did you know?”

“Wh-what?”

Parker appeared off-balance. Usually he was a smooth
fucker.

“Were you playing me?” I demanded, crowding him against

a stack of boxes. We were close to the same size, but I didn’t let it stop me from putting
every ounce of threat I could into my voice.

“No!” The word burst from him, sounding incredulous.
“How would I know it was you? We never shared personal stuff.”

“So it’s a coincidence?” I said skeptically.

“Yes. It’s a really awkward coincidence that the guy I—” His
voice cracked, and he looked away. “I didn’t know.”

“Look me in the eye when you say it.”

Parker reluctantly looked at me, frustration blazing. “You’re
such an asshole sometimes, Prentiss.”

A shocked laugh burst out. “Really?”

“Yeah, I know I screwed up, okay? I never should have gone
to that party with Kristin. And obviously we wouldn’t be here if you knew it was me on that
app. But you don’t have to interrogate me like a fucking criminal.”

A whole series of memories hit me. All those flirty chats.
Those sexts that Parker had so patiently walked me through. I’d thought he was the nicest
guy on the planet.

“Fuck me,” I muttered, looking away.

“Please stop saying that,” Parker said in a strangled
voice.

I jerked my eyes back to his face in time to see a look of
such lust it shot heat through my entire body. “What?”

“Fucking you is all I’ve thought about for weeks.” He
laughed weakly. “Joke’s on me, huh?”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from making a slow perusal of his
body. It was dark, but I could make out the shape of him. I knew how fit he was. Knew
because we had practically the same body, the way we’d pushed ourselves in training. He
was of a slightly leaner build than me, more flexible. I knew his body intimately too. A series
of pics from his profile, and even more illicit ones he’d sent me directly, had filled in any
blanks I might have had.

His chest rose and fell faster. When I raised my gaze to his
face, he dragged the tip of his tongue over his dry lips.

And I lost it.

There was no thought, no reasoning. I’d spent weeks
dipping my toe in the water, testing, evaluating. But now I was in the deep end.

I was ready to swim. Or maybe I’d drown. But if I did, I was
taking us both down.

I crushed my mouth to his, shoving him harder into the
boxes, and he grasped at my waist for balance, gripping hard enough to hurt. The pain only
fueled my need. I grabbed his hair, short on the sides but longer on top, and yanked his
head back to better devour his mouth.

Weeks of buildup, of flirting with my bisexuality and
tempting myself to no end, exploded in a fiery inferno of need.

I didn’t care if it was Parker. I didn’t care that he was a man
I’d blamed and detested. In some ways, it made it easier.

This wasn’t the love connection I thought it might be. It
was unbridled lust, and I was just getting started.

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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RELEASE BLITZ: “Sun, Sea, & Small-Town Secrets” by S.J. Coles

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Book Title: Sun, Sea & Small-Town Secrets

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: July 6,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Mystery/Holiday Romance

Tropes: Forbidden Love / Small Town / Holiday

Themes: Healing / Hurt/Comfort / Travel / Self-discovery

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 48 634 words/ 193
pages

It is a standalone
story.

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Small towns are full of
secrets, some harder to keep than most.

 

Blurb

Sebastian Conway is a professional psychologist and

accomplished criminal profiler, but when one of his patients is sentenced to life in prison for
a crime she didn’t commit, he simply cannot let it go. His borderline obsessive behaviour
has embarrassed his boss and lover, Gerrard Wilson, and the relationship has come to a
bitter end.

Seb has now grudgingly taken Gerrard’s advice and come to
the small coastal town of Ruéier in the South of France to get some distance and clear his
head—but he cannot sit by and do nothing.

He has started writing a book he believes will address the
failings in the case, but when he gets swept up in a local investigation into suspected drug
trafficking, which is led by the enigmatic and strangely enticing Antoine Damboise, the
book—and Seb’s intentions to avoid active criminal cases—take a back seat.

He knows it’s a bad idea to get involved, but he can’t seem
to help himself. And when it seems Damboise is tempted to make their relationship more
than professional, Seb finds it easier than ever to ignore his better judgment. But when a
local drug dealer is murdered and Seb is implicated, everything gets a whole lot more
complicated.

Can the two men set aside their personal feelings long
enough to figure out what’s really going on before Seb ends up in prison? Or
worse…

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of murder and drug use.

 

Excerpt

“Monsieur Conway?”

I turned back. He was stood by reception looking
thoughtful, scratching at the stubble on his cheek.

“Yes?”

“Would you, perhaps, like to get a coffee?”

I blinked. “A coffee?”

Oui,” he said. “A thank you, shall we say?
For your

help.”

His smile was friendly, but his eyes were weighing me

up with a dark intensity I couldn’t penetrate. Whatever it
was going on here, saying yes, I knew, would be a very bad idea.

“Sure,” I said with a smile. “Sounds good.”

His own smile widened, and he nodded. “Bon. I will meet you
outside.”

I was grinning like a teenager with a crush as I stepped back
out into the street. The fresh breeze dried the clamminess on my face and swelled in my
lungs and chest. A small confidence boost could only help my productivity, I decided. I still
wasn’t sure what exactly his interest was. Heavy looks or not, I got exactly zero read on his
sexuality. But surely even French police didn’t take witnesses for coffee?

I was so busy retrospectively analysing his body language in
the interview room—
Did he extend his leg
toward me? Rest his hand near mine?
—that I
didn’t hear him behind me until he said my name.

“Apologies,” he said when I started, and a small smile
twitched the corner of his mouth. A pair of sunglasses hid his troublesome eyes from view.
He’d slung his jacket over his arm and, with the bright sunshine glinting in his corn-blond
hair and off his white teeth, I suddenly wondered how I ever considered him plain.

“It’s fine,” I managed. “Where do you want to go?” “Ah, I
know the best place. Follow me.”

“Antoine?”

We turned back. Adjudant Rayne was hurrying toward us.
She fired French at him whilst frowning at me. Damboise replied calmly, and she said
something more, her eyes leaving me to send Damboise what was unmistakably a warning
look.

C’est
bon
,” Damboise concluded. “This way,” he said
and turned toward the seafront. Rayne watched us leave with her arms crossed and
expression grim.

“She doesn’t like me very much,” I said.

“You misunderstand,” he said without looking at me. “She
was just reminding me of some paperwork that is late. I will do it after a bit.”

I spent the rest of the walk pondering the possible reasons
behind his lie.

The breeze was brisker and the air fresher as we stepped
out onto the seafront boulevard. The beach was crowded with families—the children
running, laughing and shrieking in the gentle swell of the shallows. The boats bobbed
sedately in the harbour, shining all the colours of the rainbow under the bright, sapphire sky.
Bicycles whizzed up and down the road, baskets laden with groceries or bottles of wine. The
men with guns seemed like a distant dream.

I followed him as he crossed the road to the Café De La
Mer
.

“You have been here before then, yes?” he said as he
pulled out the chairs around one of the plastic tables under a blue-and-white parasol.

“The first day I got here,” I said, a little warily as I surveyed
the clear view of the harbour. “The coffee is good, but I think it’s better at Cafe Maman.”

Oui,” he said, hanging his jacket on the
back of his chair and sitting. “I would say that is true. But have you tried the
chocolat chaud?”

“Hot chocolate?” I translated dubiously, taking the other
chair. “I don’t much like it.”

“Just wait,” he said, signalling a smiling waiter with a raised
hand and placing the order. Damboise made meaningless small talk for the interval until the
waiter returned. I blinked, surprised, as he set the shallow cup half-full of dark liquid that
looked more like espresso than chocolate in front of me.

“What, no squirty cream? Marshmallows?” I asked with a
half-smile as Damboise lifted his small cup in his distractingly delicate grip.

“We respect chocolate too much to pollute it so. This is the
local recipe, melted then mixed with a splash of cognac. Go ahead. Try it.”

I lifted the cup to my face and inhaled the rich, thick scent.
It was sweet, yes, but savoury too—bold, rather than cloying. It reminded me of
fresh-turned earth, with a slight smokiness, like when the wind brings the scent of a distant
bonfire. I drank. It was so thick that I could almost chew it. It tasted like it smelled—rich and
earthy, with the spice of tree bark and apricot from the cognac.

“Good, non?”

“Yeah,” I said, tipping the cup farther to coax more into my
mouth. “This isn’t like the instant stuff.”

“In France, nothing is instant. Everything is slow.
Considered. Deliberate.”

“I’m beginning to get that,” I said, scraping the remains of
the chocolate with the tiny spoon that had come with it. Damboise smiled at me, sipping his
own drink like someone sampling a fine wine, then he dabbed his lips with a napkin.

 

 

About the Author

S.J. Coles is a Romance writer originally from Shropshire, UK.
She has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to read them. Her biggest
passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.

She finds writing
LGBT/paranormal romance provides many unique and fulfilling opportunities to explore
many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation,
emotion and sexuality.

Among her biggest influences
are LGBT Romance authors K J Charles and Josh Lanyon and Vampire Chronicles author Anne
Rice.

 

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Book Title: Beyond the Ruby River

Author: Lee
Colgin

Publisher: Colgin
Enterprise

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: June 17,
2021

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

Tropes: Mixed species,
second chance romance

Themes: Longing, betrayal,
forgiveness, grief, reunion

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 72 000 words/ 260
pages

It’s the third in a series but
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When an incubus
half-breed falls for a mortal Egyptian man, will their love span centuries or are they destined
to pine for each other for all eternity?

Blurb

In Ancient Egypt when the pharaohs ruled the banks of the
Nile, Mahu led a simple, if somewhat melancholy, life. Making papyrus filled his days. His
needs were provided for, but deep in his soul, Mahu longed for companionship.

Dakarai, born of a demon mother and a human father,
craved independence. A young incubus constantly in the shadows of his full-blooded
siblings, Daka set out for a new city and a life of his own.

While a starving Daka roams the streets hunting for a meal,
the sight of a beautiful man walking alone stops him in his tracks. The handsome stranger is
just what he needs to quench his spiraling thirst.

But Mahu turns out to be more than Daka bargained for,
and his heart falls for the lonely man.

What betrayal shatters their foundation, can Daka and
Mahu find their way back to each other, or is each soul destined to long for the other for all
eternity?

Beyond the Ruby River is an MM Paranormal Romance
featuring a steamy love story, a second chance romance, and the mysteries of an ancient
world. This is book three of a series and can be read as a standalone with its own HEA and
satisfying conclusion.

Excerpt

Dakarai

Hunger stirred deep in Daka’s core, an emptiness with claws and teeth demanding to be
filled. It was his first night in Naukratis, and already he wondered if he’d

made a mistake abandoning the safe cocoon of his family. Though eager for a taste of
independence, Daka’s nerves flut‐ tered with unease as he stalked the unfamiliar streets.

With only a warm sea breeze for company, Daka let loose his extra sense, the one that
would lead him to a meal. Entering the wide market square, he cast his gaze over dozens of
stalls, their colorful awnings muted in the evening light. Laborers celerated the end of a
day’s work with beer, bread, and conversa‐ tion. Street vendors peddled their offerings.
Naukratis smelled of fresh spiced fish, baking bread, and candied nuts—all of which
appealed to him, but none that would quench this particular hunger.

What Daka needed would be found past the town’s main market, perhaps down a side
street or along a narrow alley. Inhaling through his nose, sorting the myriad array of scents,
he searched for the alluring aroma of pleasure. A brothel would suit perfectly.

Daka’s intuition guided him forward, but before he could cut south to chase the divine smell

of arousal around the corner, his gaze landed on an elegant man and refused to budge. His
eyes possessed a will of their own, such was the man’s appeal.

He was taller than Daka’s average height, long of limb with wide shoulders and perfect
posture. He wore cornflower blue linen, belted at his narrow waist, skirt hanging to a svelte
pair of thighs. Dark onyx tresses hung past his chin, straight and prob‐ ably silken to the
touch. Daka couldn’t be sure of the texture at this distance and it was suddenly of the
utmost importance to find out.

Though brothel workers would make for an easier target, Daka veered off course to pursue
the handsome man instead. To seduce him and touch his lovely hair for himself. He followed
through the square—dodging people and slinking amongst the crowd, stealthy as a cat and
just as light on his feet—until he was no more than ten paces from his quarry.

This close, Daka could pick up the scent lingering in the man’s wake. Earthen and woody, like
the papyrus that grew in the marshy lands nearby. He inhaled greedily. What would he smell
like aroused? Daka had to know.

The man left the busy center of town, turned west, and continued between rows of mud
brick houses, his pace steady as a pulsing heart. He had the stride of a man to a purpose.
Daka’s curiosity grew with each step. Instead of catching up to begin the seduction, Daka
shoved his appetite aside in favor of learning the man’s destination.

They walked for another quarter hour until the chirps of bugs overtook the noise from town
and houses gave way to farmland. Daka spotted the neat rows of tumuli leading to an
ancient mastaba, and their endpoint became clear.

The man had led him to the final resting place of Naukratis’ dead.

Well-maintained burial mounds, with funerary gardens throughout, lined the landscape.
Daka hung back so as not to be noticed or to disturb this man in his grief. The perfect
posture he’d noted earlier began to sag, shoulders drooping forward, head bowed as he
knelt by a triad of graves. He sat back on his heels, long thighs stretched thin, the blue linen
of his skirt revealing smooth bronzed skin.

Daka could not help his appetite, inappropriate as it may be, though he would strive to
contain it. This man was in no mood for the sort of amorous encounter an incubus like
himself fed on. He needed a warm, familial embrace, not the frenzied release Daka itched to
provide.

He slunk back into the shadows to watch from under a sweet-smelling date palm. The man
sat with the dead. Daka sat by himself, wondering who the man had lost.

Daka’s family possessed immortality. At least, his mother and siblings did. His father was
human, but Daka had never met him. As a half-blooded demon, he’d staked claim to
immortality but not to all the gifts that came with it. His powers of sway and persuasion
were paltry in comparison to his full-blooded brethren. Unable to bend people to his will,
Daka could only nudge. He might never develop the skill of astral projection. But he would

live forever, a feat which seemed unfathomable at only twenty-two years into eternity.

The man bent over the graves had a decade or so on Daka in age, perhaps more. Maybe
thirty-five or forty, Daka couldn’t tell. A man in his prime but worn around the edges with
the melancholy that loss thrusts upon the living.

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: Flowers Under My Pillow

Author: Nell Iris

Publisher: JMS Books

Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs

Release Date: June 26, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope: Soul mates

Themes: Older characters (40+), instant connection, meet cute 

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length:  17 477 words

It is a standalone story

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Smiling brown eyes. A dark beard. Dandelions. Sunny, happy dandelions.

Blurb

Smiling brown eyes. A dark beard. Dandelions. Sunny, happy dandelions.

For thirty years, Frode’s had the same dream. Every Midsummer’s Eve since he was a kid accompanying his sister to pick flowers to put under his pillow, he’s dreamed of the same man. A dream he never shares with anyone, that makes him wish for impossible things…like true love.

“It’s you.”

Then one Midsummer’s Eve, the man of Frode’s dreams stands before him in the flesh. Both men recognize each other despite never having met in real life. Both men are instantly drawn to each other and want to know more.

“Who are you, Viljar? Are you even real?”

Their questions are many but do the whys and the hows matter? Or should they allow the Midsummer magic that brought them together to lead the way into each other’s arms? Into each other’s hearts?

Traditional Swedish folklore tells you that if you pick seven kinds of flowers in silence and put them under your pillow on Midsummer’s Eve, you’ll dream of the man you’ll marry.

Excerpt

When I look around to take in my surroundings, I realize my feet have carried me to the cottage without me noticing, and something catches my attention on the lawn on the other side of the fence.

A closer look reveals a tripod with a big, professional-looking camera attached on top. And underneath it, a man lies on his back, surrounded by a starry sky of tiny white flowers growing low in the grass. I don’t want to disturb him and I’m just about to sneak away when he turns his head toward me. 

Warm brown eyes, with crow’s feet radiating out from the corners, meet mine. But it’s his full beard, scattered with dandelions, that makes my heart tumble over itself in my chest. 

Smiling eyes. A full beard. Dandelions. 

Dandelions

My hand flies to my chest as I forget how to breathe. 

It’s him.

****

The man’s eyes widen, then he springs to his feet, banging his knee into the tripod almost making it topple over, but his arm shoots out, his big hand landing on the camera, stopping it from crashing down onto the grass.

“It’s you,” he says, his voice a deep rumble emanating from the pit of his stomach, vibrating its way to me, settling in my core.

It’s you. 

What does he mean? Does he recognize me, too? 

“It’s you,” he says again as he takes a few hesitant steps in my direction. His eyes never leave my face. 

“It’s you,” I echo, brows furrowed. 

The improbability of it all, of my recurring dream materializing and standing in front of me, makes me take a step backward. He leaps forward, dislodging a couple of the dandelions from his beard by the sudden movement, and I watch them sail to the ground. 

When I look up at him again, it’s as though I’m zooming out of my body and look at the two of us from a distance. Two men, separated by a white picket fence, staring at each other as though they’ve seen a ghost, as though they both think they must be hallucinating. His features are so familiar; I know every line radiating from the corner of his eyes, every strand of his beard. I know all the nuances of brown in his dark eyes; as though someone swirled chocolate into a deep well of coffee and then sprinkled some gold into the mix to make it irresistible. I know the sensitive setting of his mouth. I know the intense gaze.

It makes me dizzy, and I stumble but manage to keep myself upright. I take another wobbly step backward.

“Don’t go,” he says. “Please.” He stops but holds out his hand as though he wants to touch me to make sure I’m real. 

The feeling is mutual. How is this even possible? How can the man I’ve dreamed about every Midsummer these last thirty years be right here a few steps from me? As though I’ve dreamed him into existence. 

I drag my gaze away from his face and take in the rest of him. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, his biceps are straining the short sleeves of his button-down shirt. He’s got a rounded belly and meaty thighs filling out his faded jeans, and his big wide feet are bare in the grass. 

Heat stirs between my hips. God, he’s not only the literal man of my dreams, but he’s hot as sin, too. When I force myself to look away from his body, our gazes meet. 

“You recognize me, too,” he says, eyes pleading. “I can tell from your reaction.”

I dip my chin once. “I do.”

My heart flutters in my chest like the wings of a colibri. Another dandelion falls from his beard and my gaze follows it down as it lands softly on the ground. 

My mind spins with questions and it’s making me dizzy again. How can the man from my dreams stand before me in the flesh? A living, breathing human being? A living breathing human being who recognizes me too?  

When our eyes meet again, I read the same confusion in him. 

About the Author 

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bona fide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males. 

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Book Title: The Phisher King 4: Honeypot

Author: Clancy Nacht &
Thursday Euclid

Publisher: Eine Kleine
Press

Cover Artist: Clancy
Nacht

Release Date: June 22,
2021

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romantic Suspense/Thriller

Trope/s: Daddy/boy, mercs with hearts of gold.

Themes: Hurt/comfort

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 72 000 words/279
pages

It Is not a standalone story.

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Is Dark Sun an olive
branch from Barnes to the men he betrayed,

or is this the honeypot
that will secure their demise?

Blurb

It’s been a long road to recovery since FBI Agent Cal Riggs
and his hacker boyfriend Hunter Walsh’s last showdown with the treacherous Justin Barnes.
His betrayal during
False Flag left Cal and Hunter scarred and shaken. As their friends Sam
Dupre and Rob Crawford dealt with domestic terrorism in Olympia during
Penetration Test,
Hunter and Cal fought to regain a sense of normalcy that never materialized.


The Bureau under the Trump Administration takes
a punitive attitude toward Cal’s passion of fighting white nationalism, and his employment
there grows less tenable by the day. Meanwhile, Hunter deals with the uncertainty of
Barnes’s continued freedom by taking extreme steps to enhance the security of the condo
he shares with Cal. No part of their lives has escaped Barnes’s poisoned touch.


When a shady corporate lawyer shows up on the
doorstep while Cal’s at work, Hunter takes the meeting and discovers Barnes’s plan B: In his
absence, he wants to bequeath his mercenary company, Dark Sun, to his former FBI partner
and lover, no other than Callum Riggs. But what is Cal going to do with Barnes’s mercs? Can
he really leave the Bureau he’s been part of since graduation? Well, if Hunter has a say,
that’s exactly what Cal will do.


But life in the private sector is dangerous, too.
Enemies hide in plain sight in Dark Sun’s every office, and there’s no knowing who still
supports Barnes and his deadly extremist agenda. Is the mercenary company an olive
branch from Barnes to the men he betrayed, or is this the honeypot that will secure their
demise?

CW: Violence,
brief sexual violence (not between MCs; no rape), white nationalist terrorism

Excerpt

“Feet. Off. The. Furniture,” Cal gritted out, something
sparking behind his dark eyes.


“What, you’re the boss for one day and you think
you can just start ordering people around?” Hunter pouted and squirmed down, pushing his
feet farther onto the table.


“I’ve been the boss of you a lot longer than
that.” Cal’s flat delivery and the challenge in his expression lit a fire in Hunter. It was

honestly surprising they hadn’t just fucked over his seriously uncomfortable desk right in
front of everyone this afternoon.


Before Hunter could act, Cal dropped Bruiser on
him and then leaned down and physically knocked Hunter’s feet off the coffee table.


Hunter caught Bruiser, but quickly released him
onto the couch so he wouldn’t get stuck in the middle of everything. The force with which
Cal pushed Hunter’s feet turned him sideways, and he barely caught himself so he didn’t
topple to the floor.


“You gonna work out some aggression on Mike
Hunt?”


“You and your frakking pranks.” Cal grabbed Hunter
around the waist and shoved him back on the luxurious sofa, pushing him into a corner and
pinning him there with a hand on his shoulder and another on his inner thigh.


That sculpted face and its fading scars loomed
inches from Hunter’s nose as Cal stared him down. “You do this crap on purpose, I’m
convinced. Mike frakking Hunt. It’s like you’re begging for it. Do you have any idea how
difficult it was for me to be professional today?”


“I was trying to be good. I didn’t even drop
anything so you could see how my ass looks when I bend over to pick it up. Didn’t matter,
though. I saw you checking me out. Wonder what Rory thinks you’re hiring me for.”


Hunter had removed his jacket when he’d gotten
home, leaving him in a snug black t-shirt and the stretchy jeans. “You gonna give me a
full-time job, Daddy?”


“If you play your cards right, you little brat.”

About the Authors

Together, Texans and platonic
life partners Thursday Euclid and Clancy Nacht write queer novels that span genres, with
intense romances and a seamless shared narrative voice.

They published their first

co-written novel, the m/m rock star romance Black Gold, in 2010, and now have over a
decade of award-winning collaborations under their exquisite belts. Recent titles include the
twisted romance His Fake Prison Daddy and the Phisher King series, in which an uptight
federal agent and a bratty hacker go from enemies to lovers while solving a hate
crime.

Though Elder Millennial trans
man Thursday and Gen X gender outlaw Clancy live three hours apart, they are inseparable.
Their friendship is a perfect example of the Grumpy/Sunshine trope, which makes Thursday
very happy. Clancy thinks it’s all right.

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Book Title: Perfectly
Mismatched (Pine Wood Falls #4)

Author: Sarah
Havan

Publisher: Sarah Havan
Books

Cover Artist: Sarah
Havan

Release Date: June 22,
2021

Genres: Mpreg, Non-shifter
Mpreg romance

Tropes: Frenemies to lovers

Themes: Recovering from
trauma, starting a new life

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: approx. 80 000
words

It is part of a series but can
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They’re fated even though
they can’t stand each other.

Blurb

Dekker Baines decides he wants to start a family, but he
doesn’t have an alpha, so he goes to one of Pine Wood Falls get-togethers. It’s where you go

if you need someone to mate with, but his evening goes sideways when a few alphas don’t
take no for an answer.

Ryder Remington is Dekk’s business partner, and when he
gets a call that Dekk is in trouble, he runs to his rescue and comes across a scene that makes
his blood boil. A month after the attack, when Dekk goes into heat again, Ryder tells him
he’ll be the father of his children. Dekk is reluctant at first but can’t fight his urge to be with
child.

Now they’re starting a family, but the thing is, they can’t
stand each other. They are as mismatched as two people can get. Together they have to
navigate recovering from trauma, try to tolerate living with each other, and get ready for
quintuplets. If they can manage all of that, they might get their happy ending, but things
never go according to plan.

Excerpt

BALLING MY FISTS AT MY SIDE, I TOOK IN A DEEP BREATH.
It was one of those moments where I wondered why I went into business with this man.
Ryder Remington was very punchable, but like I could have ever punched him, he towered
over me.

“There’s no way in hell we’re naming the bar that.” He
scratched the dark stubble on his jaw and shook his head.

I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled. “Why? It’s
cute, a play on words.”

“Bars aren’t supposed to be cute,” he grumbled.

“Not everything has to always be macho and manly.” I sat
at the bar with my laptop in front of me.

“Macho. Who uses that word? You know who? Someone
who likes cute. For now, the bar is staying named bar.” He couldn’t even be bothered to
capitalize it. The sign above the door outside seriously said
bar. From where he
squatted on the floor, he bore his dark-brown eyes into me, pressing his lips together. It was
his go-to
I’m an alpha, and you’re going to listen
to me
look.

“But The Ballet Bar has such a nice ring to it.”

“No.”

I stuck my nose up in the air. “Fine, always so
grouchy.”

“I’m not grouchy,” he said, snarling his lip.

“Gruff.” A perfect word for him. Demeanor and looks. He
was a six-foot-five wall of muscle with light tan skin and a head of thick wavy hair. He always
wore dark jeans and a black T-shirt and seemed to favor the perfect amount of stubble. And
if I didn’t know him and was in a dark alley with him, I’d turn and go in the opposite
direction. He always looked like he wanted to harm somebody.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing some kind of work?” he
asked as he emptied the box of bottles next to him.

“Aren’t you?” I flicked my wrist in his direction, and
besides, I was doing work. Someone had to keep our business affairs in order. I had just
finished placing an order for a new local craft beer we were going to try.

“How did I get talked into opening this place with you?” He
stood and folded up the now empty box.

“You saw the brilliance behind my plan.” Basically, I was
able to front half the money to open the place. Pine Wood Falls offered a lot of assistance if
you opened a business there, like land or a storefront, but there were plenty of other things
needed to open a business that required capital. I had moved back to the area about half a
year before and wanted something new in my life. Plus, being my own boss sweetened the
deal, and my friend Lucas told me he heard about how Ryder was looking for a business
partner.

He furrowed his brow and began to wipe down the counter.
“And you know what?”

“You know what I know? You’re still trying to come up with
a response.”

“You’re supposed to be the business end. In the back,
doing the books.”

“Do you know that running a business entails more than
some money and doing the books as you say?”

He ignored me and continued to wipe the counter.

“And I put up half the money, too, so I should have just as
much right naming the place. You’re the one that makes the drinks, but it doesn’t make you
special.” He thought since he was the alpha, he got to call the shots, but we were in it
fifty/fifty. Therefore, even if he only saw me as some little omega, I still had an equal say,
and I was not ready to give up my fight on naming the bar, but for the day, I let it go.

“It does. I’m so goddamn special.”

“You precious little peach you.”

“Said the ballerina.”

“Said the college dropout.”

“I went and tried. Did you ever take a college course?
No.”

Well, he had me there. “I was at an elite dance
academy.”

He put his hands on the edge of the bar and leaned in
toward me. “For high school.”

“I was actually there until a year after high school,” I
said.

“See, and you’re making fun of me. I’m a proud college
dropout. You, it seems, was held back at your fancy pants school.” He smirked and threw the
towel he wiped down the counter with over his shoulder.

About the Author

Sarah Havan writes all kinds
of LGBTQIA+ romance, loves watermelon flavored candy, and has a vast flannel shirt
collection. When not writing, Sarah loves to read and watch shows about
murder.

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