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Book Title: Lawful Attraction

Author: Elouise
East

Publisher: Elouise
East

Cover Artist: Maria
Vickers

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Trope: Opposites
attract

Themes: Protecting those
they care about; life, love, family and beating the odds

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: approx 70 000
words

It is the final book (book 9) in
the Crush series, but is a standalone story.

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There’s a fine line
between protecting and stalking…

Blurb

An MM romance about life, love, family and beating
the odds, especially when it involves a police officer and a dancer.

There’s a fine line between protecting and
stalking…

Logan has unwavering loyalty to the law, and when he finds
Bastien in a precarious situation, his protective instincts flare up to an all-time high. His need
to help overshadows everything else, including his sense. Unfortunately, the dancer doesn’t
want his help.

What Bastien does for a living doesn’t mean he has no
morals. He has to live, and his wages and tips don’t always cover everything. He’s glad he
doesn’t have anyone who relies on him because he can barely make ends meet working all
the hours of the day. When a so-called friend turns on him, who does he have left?

Can they put their differences aside and realise what is
right in front of them?

Excerpt

Black spun around into an elaborate dance routine, bringing him closer and closer to Logan
until he was stood with his back to him, undulating his body to the rhythm. So near that
Logan could reach if he had been allowed. But he’d not been given permission. Yet.

The lithe dancer whirled to face him, his hand going to the hem of his see-through black top
and pushing it higher until his abdomen came into view. Logan’s gaze was caught by the
sleek skin, coated with a thin sheen of sweat or oil. He didn’t care which; he just knew this
would be what Black would look like after a hard and heavy session of sex. Logan reached
for him, then clenched his fist again and rested it on his thigh. Black curled the corner of his
mouth as his whole body rippled with his movements.

The music changed to a lower, more desperate beat, and Black ripped the top over his head,
throwing it to the side. He kicked Logan’s legs together and straddled him, hovering over his
thighs while his hands pressed to the back of the sofa, bringing his upper body closer to
him.

Licking his lips, Logan’s gaze took in every part of Black he could see, including his half-lidded
eyes and bruised mouth where it appeared as though he’d been biting his lips. Black’s body
never stopped moving, but they were both caught in the heat of their locked eyes.

“Touch me,” Bastien whispered, bringing his mouth close to Logan’s ear. “Touch me…” He
pulled back and raised his eyebrow.

“Logan,” he growled.

Black pursed his lips. “Touch me, Logan.”

Logan’s cock pressed defiantly against his zipper as his eyelids briefly flickered at the sound

of his name on Black’s lips.

Not moving his hands from where they were on his thighs, he uncurled his fingers,
spreading them wide enough to reach Black’s legs. The smooth skin surprised Logan,
although it probably shouldn’t have. His fingers skimmed up Black’s thighs until he reached
the little mesh shorts he was wearing. Reining in the desire to fist his hands in the fabric and
tear them off the man, he slid his hands over the fabric to the back, cupping his ass cheeks
as Black surged forward, rolling his hips against Logan’s groin.

Black transferred his hands from the back of the sofa to Logan’s shoulders, allowing him to
take his weight as his ass rose and fell over his lap.

“Jesus,” Logan breathed, sweat beading at his temples and sliding down his face. He had not
been this hard in a long time.

“No, not Jesus, just Bastien.”

The man’s rhythm stuttered for a second before he continued, but Logan caught it and knew
the dancer had not meant to give out his name.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Logan muttered, glancing into Black’s—no, Bastien’s eyes.

Bastien’s gaze roamed Logan’s face before he dropped one knee to one side of him and
lifted a foot to the other, giving him more room to manoeuvre and tease the hell out of
Logan. When Logan was nearing the end of his restraint, Bastien slid his feet to the floor and
dropped to his knees, sliding down, skimming every inch of Logan’s body as he went. He
blew hot air across the zipper of his trousers, then pushed up to standing, resting his hands
on the back of the sofa and bringing his face to Logan’s once more.

“What is it about you?” Bastien murmured, tilting his head and closing in on Logan’s lips,
then pulling away before they met, Logan barely stopping himself from following.

Logan took a chance and slid his hands up Bastien’s arms and around his back before resting
one hand between Bastien’s shoulder blades, his other sliding down to cup his ass. Bastien’s
movements ceased, and their breathing sounded loud despite the music.

“What is it about you?” Logan threw back before tugging Bastien closer.

About the Author

I am Elouise East but feel free
to call me Elli. I write sweet and steamy connections in gay romance. I also touch on taboo
stories under the name Elouise R East.

Books that tell the stories
where friendship and family are the focal point – be it blood family or chosen – is very
important to me. That’s why I include a variety of personalities, talents, ages, situations and
abilities as I believe a story needs, or a character needs. I want my characters to be real, to
be relatable, to be free to have whatever views they tell me they have. And trust me, most

of the time, I do not have any say in the matter!

My characters come to life on
the page for me as well as my readers. Their stories unfold in front of me, and I have very
little input into how they want to be shown. Just like real life, the lives of my characters
change with every choice, every interaction and every conversation. And I wouldn’t have it
any other way.

I write books that are
emotionally realistic, even if liberties are taken with other aspects of my stories. I don’t
know any other way to write. It comes from deep inside.

Who am I? A single parent to
two children who make life worth living. An avid reader who still devours every book she can
get her hands on. A student of learning about any subject that takes her fancy. An author of
books she would read herself. And a romantic at heart who loves anything cheesy.

Who’s in?

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Book Title: BREATHE (London Love book 1)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: May 15,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Adult entertainment industry, Heartbreak, Found
family

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 108 758 words/
300pages

It is a standalone
story.

It is Book 1 in the London
Love series.

A companion novella,
EXHALE, will be released in May as part of the Love is All 4 anthology.

Trigger warning/Author note: This book contains an off-page description of a sexual
assault.

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Blurb

Meet Ryan, aka, Joey Hole, disgraced former adult
entertainer with more issues than he can keep track of. His boyfriend left him for an
Instagram twink with 150K followers, his Mum wants him out of her spare room and then
there’s that idiot at college who just won’t take no for an answer.

Meet Luke. He was once the rich kid who’d just been gifted
his first car, and now he doesn’t even own a bike. He’s also slumming it in a house full of
ungrateful siblings and his first trip to the Food-bank gave him some goddamn emotional
scars. Life is getting better though, and he’s acing it at college, as well as making some
brilliant new friends. Well except for that stuck up twatwaffle Ryan who won’t talk to him
and refuses to like his brilliant social media posts….

The first book in the new London Series. This series
will follow the ups and downs of three couples living extraordinary ordinary London
lives.

My headphones blasted music as I walked down the college
corridors towards the on-site gym, where our first session today would cover gentle
workouts for the older generation, a topic I found intriguing. I liked the idea of giving
something back. Not that I had any contact with any of my grandparents. All except for my
maternal grandfather had long departed, and I wasn’t even sure he still lived in the country.
Family could be an unwelcome obligation, but if there was one thing I would fight for to the
death, it was that Olive would never be sent to some goddamn boarding school and would
never, fucking ever be looked after by our parents again. That was like…fuck. I was sweating
just imagining the horror my little sister would go through. In any circumstance, it would
never happen. She had us in her corner now, and we would bloody protect her to the end of
the earth.

The gym was busy as always, a few people huddled over by
the water dispenser, and there was muffled giggling coming through from the weights room,
where I could see all the girls in our class bent over staring at the phone in Danielle’s hand.
Well, all except Bridget, who stormed out and barged past me without saying hello.

“What did you do to Bridget?” I asked, squeezing down on
the last remaining place on the bench and huffing in disappointment when Danielle pressed
the screen against her chest and glared at me like I’d interrupted something private. I
probably had, but as always, I didn’t have the sense to care.

“You don’t want to see this,” she said, an odd mix of
excited and horrified.

“Why? Is it porn or something?” I didn’t know why I said
these things, but Inez looked like she was about to cry.

The other girl, whose name I momentarily couldn’t
remember, whispered, “Go on, show him.”

It was a shitty thing to do. A shitty thing to show any
human being. Danielle shoved her phone in my face, and right there, filling the entire
screen, someone’s arse was being pounded by one of the thickest dicks I’d ever seen. The
sound was off, but from the way the owner of the arse was shaking, it must have bloody
hurt. Not that the guy attached to the dick seemed to care, letting his thing slide in and out
of the slick hole, which gaped and then clenched before the guy brutally shoved his dick
back in.

They were two guys, that was clear. A sculpted stomach
came into view as the bloke on the bottom was flipped over, and a curved dick bounced
against his stomach.

I realised I was blushing, my face flaming in
embarrassment. Not for me, because…it was porn. Gay porn, admittedly, but still porn. I
really wasn’t into this kind of stuff in public, and anyway, who watched porn with a bunch of
girls?

“Put that shit away before Mr Greenwood comes in and
has you thrown out. For fuck’s sake, Danielle!”

“You need to watch it to the end,” she insisted, thrusting
the phone back in my face.

“I really don’t want to.” I got up to leave, but Inez grabbed
my arm and pushed me back down.

“You should know,” she said, turning even paler. “I don’t
agree with Danielle showing it, but someone needs to tell him.”

“Tell me what?”

“No, not you. Someone needs to talk to Ryan.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I was in no way a worldly guy, but
seriously?

“Ladies, I’m sure as a gay man, Ryan knows where to find
gay porn if he feels the need. I’m not going to go tell him that you girls found gay porn on

the big ugly web and feel the need to warn him there are men out there who want to stick
their dick up his arse.”

“Who wants to stick their dick up my arse?”

That was Ryan, thank God, because I didn’t want to explain
this shit on my own.

“The girls found porn on the web, and it’s done something
to their brains.”

I was expecting him to laugh, but instead, he turned around
and left the room.

“What’s going on?” I called after him as Danielle once again
thrust the phone back in my face.

And on the screen was none other than Ryan, sticking his
tongue out with a cheeky wink before swallowing some guy’s dick down his throat.

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: Swiped By My Dad’s Best Friend

Author: DJ
Jamison

Publisher: DJ
Jamison

Cover Artist: Cate
Ashwood

Release Date: May 20,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Daddy/boy, Dad’s best friend, age gap

Themes: App hookup to lovers; forbidden love; finding purpose in life

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: Approx 73,000
words

It is Book 1 of the series
Thrust Into Love

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Cooper
Rutledge: Frat boy, general screwup, and…Daddy’s boy?

Blurb

Cooper Rutledge: frat boy, general screwup,
and…Daddy’s boy?

On the surface, I don’t take things too seriously.

Not my poor grades, or my hookups, or my inability to find
my purpose.

But that was before.

Before the daddy of my wet dreams swiped right on my
pic.

Before he turned out to be my father’s best friend.

Before I convinced him to indulge in one night of pleasure
with no strings.

I didn’t count on how magical it would be.

I didn’t know that when he spanked me and offered words
of praise, my soul would drink it up.

I didn’t realize how right Daddy kink would feel.

One night could never be enough.

Because I do care. Too much.

And when life sends me into an emotional tailspin, Trace
steps up to support me—proving he cares too.

Everything has gotten very real, very fast.

But are we ready for the fallout?

I can’t let anyone, not even my father, come between me

and Trace.

I’ve finally found my Daddy, and I’ll fight to keep
him.

Swiped By My Dad’s Best Friend is a contemporary
age-gap M/M romance that includes light daddy kink and no age play.

Excerpt

This excerpt is from Cooper’s perspective. He’s just headed out to meet an app
hookup, and neither of them have any idea what they’re about to walk into.

I headed to the B&B where my hookup was staying. Luckily, it was within walking
distance. I took a shortcut across campus, jogging over the lawn alongside one of the
sorority houses, cutting behind the campus bookstore, and jumping a low, stone fence that
circled the grounds. That took me into Hayworth House’s backyard. As a former frat house,
the B&B was barely outside campus proper—and only two minutes from where I lived
on frat row.

Circling the house, I hesitated at the front door only a few seconds before walking in like I
owned the place. If it was a B&B, they must have guests coming and going, but it still
felt strange stepping into a house that wasn’t mine. I spotted the staircase right away,
thankful I wouldn’t have to wander around calling out for a guy I only knew by
Daddy or his handle, SeasonedBeefcake. The name was a little
cringey, but I couldn’t deny this guy had some definite beefcake cred despite his age.

A man emerged from the living room, and I froze. I knew instantly he wasn’t my hookup; his
body type was all wrong, unless my Beefcake had done some serious
photoshopping on his profile pics.

“Can I help you?”

I smiled sheepishly. “I know where I’m going.” I waved toward the second floor. “Here to see
a…friend.”

One eyebrow arched as he looked me over. I was wearing sweats and a worn T. I’d thought
about dressing up, but why bother if I was just gonna take the clothes off?

“Go on then,” he said.

I wasted no time, jogging my way to the top and heading straight for the second door. It was
closed. My hookup had told me to let myself in, so once again, I skipped knocking and
strolled in bold as brass.

The room appeared to be empty. Huh.

I checked my phone. Yep. I was in the right place. The man must be around somewhere.
Maybe in the bathroom or down in the kitchen grabbing a drink. After a cursory look around
the nicely appointed room, I decided to go ahead and set the mood for when he returned. I
hadn’t had a hookup quite like him in a long while. I wasn’t too picky about my matches; if
someone wanted to hook up, I was down for some fun. It’s not as if I were trying to make a
love connection. I’d fucked around with slender guys, curvy women, and everything in
between.

But this guy…

Well, I had to admit that the thought of big, strong hands manhandling me was tripping my
trigger big time.

I tugged my shirt over my head, deciding I’d rather not make a first impression with the ratty
material. I could let my skin do the talking. I pushed my sweats down—just a little—and
stilled at the sound of the door opening behind me.

A moment later, a heavy, damp body pressed up against my back. “You getting started
without me?” he murmured.

“Thought I might have to,” I said. “I was all alone with this hard dick.”

He chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that.”

I thought he’d grab my cock immediately, but he stepped back. I turned my head, just
enough to confirm he was every inch the daddy type I’d imagined: tall, broad, solid—and
wrapped in nothing but a towel. Yum.

His large hands dwarfed my shoulders, and I shivered as he slowly mapped the shape of me.
His touch was light as he traced down my spine with one hand and glided his other around
to my abs, caressing so lightly just beneath my navel that it almost tickled—and instantly
made my cock throb with jealousy.

I made a needy sound, surprising myself. I enjoyed sex, sure. I had plenty of opportunity
with a full campus of horny students. But I wasn’t usually this affected. My nerves fired up
under his touch, goosebumps rushing across my skin.

“Patience,” he said. “We’ll get there. You young guys are all rush, rush, rush. Let me enjoy
this amazing body of yours…”

Instinctively, I pressed my ass back, feeling the prod of his dick. He grunted and smacked the
top of my exposed right cheek. “None of that.”

I jerked a little at the smack, but it barely stung. Something about the way he was taking
control did it for me, my body thrumming as I moaned playfully. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” he said, sounding amused, but more than willing to indulge my little fantasy. I
hadn’t ever experimented with daddy kink beyond watching a few porn videos with the
theme, but something about this guy screamed Daddy. It felt right to let him
take control, right to try to please him.

Finally, something I can do right.

Pushing my sweats down a little farther, he cupped my ass, squeezing it and making a
pleased, rumbling sound. I really wasn’t as fit as some guys. Too much snacking, too little
time in the gym. But I was young, and I had good genes. I was sending up thanks that my
body didn’t disappoint when he paused.

“This scar…” He traced a jagged line that extended from my ribs to my lower back. “I knew
someone with a scar like this. It was from a—”

“Skateboard accident,” we both said at the same time.

I’d fallen into an old fence, and it’d torn me to hell. I’d had to get stitches, and the scar never
entirely faded.

He inhaled sharply. “Cooper?”

I answered on reflex. “Yeah, who—”

“Rutledge?”

He lifted his hands off me as if I’d burned him, taking a quick step back, his voice full of a
horror that disoriented me. One moment everything was finally going right, and the next, he
was leaping away from me.

I turned, taking a closer look at him. Dark hair, gorgeous beard, but those eyes…

My heart lurched, then skipped with an excited flutter. It couldn’t be, could it? But it was. I
saw it written all over his face. Before me, looking like the daddy of my wet dreams, was a
man I hadn’t seen in over ten years—my father’s best friend from our hometown.

“Trace?”

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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