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BOOK BLAST: “A Soul Unbroken” by A.D. Britten”

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Book Title: A Soul Unbroken: A
Journey

Author and Publisher: A.D. Britten

Cover Artist: (for printed book) Cover design from
Amazon template by author, photo by Elijah Hiett on Unsplash; (for ebook) Cover design
from Amazon template by author, photo by Oliver Sjostrom on Unsplash

Release Date: Originally released in 2006; updated
and re-released in 2019

Genre. Contemporary M/M Romance

Theme: Overcoming the odds

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 85 735 words/414 pages

It is a standalone book.

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Joey Christopher has never had an easy life, but
living with Allen made everything better, until it wasn’t.

Blurb

Joey Christopher has never had an easy life, but living with Allen made
everything better. His mere presence made Joey happy and made life seem more
manageable despite Allen’s serious faults. However, when Allen is arrested during a drug
bust Joey must learn to live on his own for the first time. He even spends some time in a
homeless shelter, while he does everything possible to get Allen home to return to the life
they once lived-only better.

Excerpt

Joey had been very busy that day; there was a major book sale and a well-
known local author had stopped by for a reading and book signing. He was thankful for the
distraction, because he was having one of his weak days. Then, toward the end of his shift,
Gary showed up suddenly. Joey had not noticed him until he came up to the counter, being
the next customer in line, and Joey happened to be the cashier who was free.

Even before he could turn in his direction, he heard Gary’s voice and recognized
it immediately.

“Well, well, well, I’m going to have to come here more often,” Gary said with his
characteristic bright and easy smile. “How are you, Joey?”

Joey’s heart stopped for moment, after hearing his name from such a familiar
voice. He looked up from the cash register and saw Gary smiling brilliantly at him. He was
always such an open and friendly person, albeit a little too friendly at times.

“Hi, how are you, Gary?” Joey managed to say. He did not want to repeat the
mistake he made with his earlier exchange with Brian and Jason. Besides, Gary was probably
there for business-related reasons and not just as a customer.

“I’m good. I had been trying to call you, but your phone was out of service.”
Joey had changed his cell phone number for obvious reasons.

“Yeah, my number changed.”

“Well, I never thought I’d see you again,” he said sincerely. “Anyway, I was
having a get-together Friday night and, well, would you like to come?”

“I don’t know,” Joey said honestly. “I remember what happened the last
time.”

“All that’s over,” Gary reassured. “Folks have moved. No more drama.”

“Well…maybe.”

That’s all Gary needed to hear. “Here’s my business card. It has my cell number.
Call anytime.” Gary carefully placed the card on the counter. To be courteous Joey picked it
up and put it in his pocket. Then Gary furtively winked at him and left. The next customer
walked up to the register, and Joey started to ring up her purchases.

Joey told himself that he wouldn’t go; he couldn’t go. He meant to take the card
out and tear it up before leaving work, but forgot. When he got home later that night he
meant to take it out and rip it up, but he was so tired that he just got ready for bed and went
to sleep. The end of the week came and the card was still there in his jeans pocket. He
happened to wear the same pair of jeans that Friday that he had worn on the day of Gary’s
visit. Joey took a deep breath as the last customer left and he went through the store
rearranging misplaced books on the shelf and tidying up the store. Mr. Griffin came out of
his office and told him that Joey could go home early. He would finish up.

The next day was going to be busy with another book signing and Joey was
going to be the only person that morning. The older woman who had worked there last
time, Mr. Griffin’s cousin, would not make it to work until later in the day.

So Joey left the store and told himself he was going home. He wanted to go
home. But somehow he found himself at 7 pm standing on Gary’s porch, one of the first to
arrive at his party.

About the Author

A.D. Britten is a published author of various short
stories, articles, and two novels. Originally from the Midwest, Britten now lives on the East
Coast.

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NEW RELEASE: “Scales & Stones” by Jessamyn Kingley.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Scales
& Stone (D’Vaire, Book 40)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: November 9,
2023

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 000
words

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

Goodreads Series Link

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Unlimited

Sometimes it takes finding
love to appreciate the best parts of yourself.

Blurb

Decades after leaving behind a king who attempted to sell
him for wizard experimentation, Lex D’Vairedraconis lives in a place filled with loved ones. At
Court D’Vaire, the dragon shifter has access to everything. He wants for nothing. But his lack
of purpose frustrates him. Surrounded by successful people, Lex can’t figure out how to
channel his energy. And he dearly wants to know why Fate hasn’t paired him with
anyone.

Rutledge Blackstone is alone. As a gargoyle, he shouldn’t
live among humans, but he fears the many enemies hunting his kind. To survive, gargoyles
must separate. His parents, and even his twin brother, have left him in a house slowly
crumbling around his ears. To comfort himself, he records every happy moment in a
notebook, and waits for the day to add more memories to his treasure trove.

But the gargoyles aren’t being tracked by foes alone. The
new gargoyle rulers and their allies want to aid people like Rutledge. To his shock, the
Council of Sorcery and Shifters wants him to join, and he soon lands an invitation to the
renowned sanctuary at Court D’Vaire. Before he can decide whether to accept, he meets
Lex. Their attraction is instant, but Rutledge is anything but intrepid.

To build a life together, they must learn to love
unconditionally and find their true purpose in life.

Excerpt

In the days that had passed since Rutledge had first invited
Lex into his bedroom, they’d learned a little about what each of them liked. Rutledge didn’t
want to forget any of the things that drove them both delightfully crazy, so he listened to the
steady breathing of the dragon curled around him and slowly, incrementally, moved closer to
the nightstand. The last thing Rutledge wanted to do was wake Lex, despite the bright
sunshine coming through the glass doors that led to his balcony and the breakfast likely
waiting for them downstairs.

As carefully as he could, Rutledge pulled open the small
drawer and waited a heartbeat to ensure Lex was still snoozing behind him. Once he was
sure Lex hadn’t stirred, Rutledge grabbed a pencil and his current notebook. With a happy
sigh, Rutledge snuggled back into his pillow and adored the heavy weight of Lex’s arm across
his middle.

Rutledge decided to make a list of the things about Lex that
pleased him and jotted down the dragon’s penchant for keeping himself uncovered at night.
His pencil moved swiftly from line to line as Rutledge added Lex’s kisses and the way he
clearly stated what he wanted during their encounters.

Lex never failed to tug on Rutledge’s errant tresses.
Something about that simple gesture drove Rutledge out of his mind with lust. His balls
would be near to bursting, and that little yank on his hair would nearly make him blow his
load every single damn night. Following their incredible climaxes, Lex would hold him tightly.
He’d just pull Rutledge into arms where they lay and hug him close.

It added a level of sweetness and caring to sex Rutledge
hadn’t experienced prior to meeting Lex. Since they were mates and Rutledge genuinely
adored his dragon shifter, it made perfect sense. The feeling and scent of home would
overwhelm Rutledge, and if he wept a tear or two of happiness, that was his
business.

Rutledge had pursed his lips and was wondering how best
to describe Lex’s cock when the discordant sound of a cellphone startled him so badly, he
nearly dropped his pencil.

“Mine or yours?” Lex asked, his voice roughened with sleep
as he reached over Rutledge to slap at the nightstand.

“Yours,” Rutledge said, trying to shove his notebook under
his pillow so Lex wouldn’t figure out he was making a list about their steamy nights and
mornings.

Lying there stiff as a board, Rutledge wondered how to get
the notebook in his hand closed and into the drawer before Lex figured out what he was
doing.

“Hmm, what is Worth up to now?” Lex muttered.

Eager to discuss anything besides his own relentless need
to document everything, Rutledge injected levity into his voice. “Why, what did he
say?”

A hand landed on Rutledge’s hip, and a tender kiss was
pressed to his shoulder. “You okay? What’s wrong?”

“Why do you think something’s wrong with me?”

“Because your voice just reached the highest octave I’ve yet
to hear from you, and you squealed pretty loud when I licked your balls last night,” Lex
drawled. “And you’re tense. Did something happen? Was it something I did?”

“No,” Rutledge replied immediately and flung his pencil
onto the floor as he rolled to face a worried Lex. There was an imprint from the pillowcase
on his cheek, and for once, Rutledge wasn’t the only one with wild hair, but Lex was still
stunningly sexy. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“That was your pencil hitting the floor, wasn’t it?”

Rutledge couldn’t help the color rising to his cheeks. “I was
making a list.”

“What I don’t understand is why you keep trying to hide it
from me,” Lex said softly as he swept a wayward lock of hair away from Rutledge’s eye. “You
can write whatever you want in your notebook.”

“I know,” Rutledge murmured, his gaze landing on Lex’s
deliciously naked chest. The dark hair there was impossible to resist, so Rutledge rested his
palm on that solid muscled wall to enjoy the feel of it against his skin.

“So, why are you throwing pencils and trying to shove your
notebook under the pillow?”

“This was a different kind of list, and I guess I was
embarrassed.”

“Was this a dirty list, Rutledge?”

Hearing the smile in his voice had Rutledge shifting to kiss
Lex’s upturned lips. “It was.”

“Want to read it to me?”

“No.”

Lex chuckled. “Fine, be mean about it. Come take a shower
with me. Worth wants to talk to us, and if we don’t hurry, we’re going to miss breakfast. You
were so absorbed in writing your sexy little list that you let me sleep in too late.”

“It’s Saturday, and you were obviously tired,” Rutledge
protested as Lex shoved the comforter aside and they peeled themselves out of the tangled
sheets to bathe.

“Good thing it’s the weekend or you would’ve been late for
work.”

“Why would I be late?”

Lex snagged Rutledge’s hand and led him into the
bathroom, where he turned the shower on. Thankfully, the water heated quickly because
Lex urged Rutledge in and slid the glass door shut behind them.

“Because I can hardly be expected to scrub you clean
without playing a little,” Lex said, crowding Rutledge into the wall and pressing his body
close. “And I don’t think either of us can resist a few kisses.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Touch in the Night” by S. J. Coles

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Touch in the
Night

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: November 7,
2023

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Vampire, BDSM, Single Dad, Billionaire

Themes: Self-worth, self-acceptance, overcoming prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 85 673 words/344
pages

It is Book 1 in the ‘Blood and
Bonds’ Series. Books 2 & 3 due for release in 2024

This book does not end on a
cliffhanger

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Jesse Truelove never felt a
part of his own family. But can a vampire really give him a new one?

 

Blurb

With a criminal record, no steady job and a penchant for
kink, Jesse Truelove has spent most of his life feeling like an outsider. He tells himself it

doesn’t bother him, that he never needed human connections anyway.

Now the Undying Baron, Emory Von Magnusson, a
vampire—or, to use the modern term, ‘haemophile’—has reclaimed his ancestral home
north of Jesse’s hometown, and the human population isn’t sure how to react. Jesse knows a
thing or two about what it’s like to be misjudged, so he keeps an open mind. But when a
bungled break-in at Emory’s home brings them face-to-face, Jesse finds it’s much more than
his mind that’s stimulated.

However, building a relationship with an undead blood-
drinker was never going to be straightforward, especially when that undead blood-drinker
reveals he wants a family.

 

Excerpt

“This is about last night.”

“Yeah,” Jesse rasped. “It is…” Magnusson didn’t move or
speak, but Jesse thought he saw warmth gathering in his eyes. “So we don’t talk about it. Is
that it?”

“I’m more than happy to talk about it.”

“It was…something.”

“It was. Something you enjoyed, I think.”

Jesse’s skin rippled. “Where did it come from, huh? You
don’t even know me.”

“I know you’re not regretting it, Jesse. Why are you
pretending you are?”

Jesse frowned. “You think you know what I’m
feeling?”

A small smile turned up the corners of the full lips.
“Humans don’t realize how little of what they feel is secret. It broadcasts, like a beacon. It’s
one of the things that makes you so fascinating.”

“Whereas you feel nothing?” he said, putting the glass on
the table with more force than was necessary.

“That isn’t true.”

Jesse made a noise of frustration. “So, what? What was last
night?”

“Has no one ever cared about just what you need
before?”

“You jerk off all your employees if they have a bad
day?”

“No,” he said, smile warming, “just you.” Jesse went very
still. His heart was slugging in his chest. Magnusson bent close and inhaled. The air brushed
over Jesse’s temple. He shivered. “I’ve upset you.”

“You haven’t upset me. I’m not a kid.”

Magnusson gazed down at him. “I’m sorry. I thought I knew
what you wanted.”

You did. More than any other guy I’ve ever known…but
you’re not human. Just my luck.

Jesse kept his mouth firmly closed over the words, not
wanting to admit them, even to himself. Instead, he said, “I just don’t get…why?”

“You won’t believe the answer to that question until you’re
able to answer it yourself,” he said. “But I can see what I did has made this difficult.”

“You’re my boss…”

He blinked once, slowly.

So he does blink.

“I currently employ you. That is correct. But after last
night…and considering the way you looked at me when we first met…” He paused. Jesse
held his breath. “Forgive me. You are a fascinating human. And my instincts told me there
was more to your interest than professional curiosity.”

Jesse looked away.

“I’m sorry,” Magnusson continued after a moment. “It has
been a very long time since I understood the nuances of human emotion. I sometimes forget
that.”

“No kidding…Sir,” he added after an awkward
moment.

“I think you really had best start calling me Emory.”

Jesse’s skin heated. “Okay…Emory.”

 

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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NEW RELEASE: “Light from the Grave” by Sara Dobie Bauer.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Light from
the Grave

Author: Sara Dobie
Bauer

Publisher: Carnation Books

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Designs

Release Date: October 24,
2023

Genres: Paranormal M/M romance

Tropes: witches, anti-hero, age gap

Themes: grief, mental health, redemption, family

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 94 000 words/374
pages

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

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I’m what nightmares are
made of, but I’m not sure who’s more dangerous: him or me.

Blurb

In the world of witches, Keller Rex is a legendary
monster—a dark sorcerer with a gift for suffering. He has long been the protector of the
Zayne coven and their ancestral home in Charleston, South Carolina. When the family

matriarch, Vivian Zayne, dies under mysterious circumstances, he is tasked with finding the
only person who can open her sealed Book of Shadows: the son no one knew she
had.

Dylan Quinn has never bothered to figure out why cats
follow him everywhere, but it’s been that way for as long as he can remember. After the
unexpected passing of his adoptive mother, he had to make a new home for himself in small-
town Ohio. Things have been quiet ever since, but lately, there are strange voices in his
dreams and a sense of being watched.

When a striking Southern gent appears in town, Dylan
welcomes the distraction. Keller is handsome and charming, but Dylan can tell there’s
something else, something eerie about him. And he discovers he’s right, as Keller goes from
being Dylan’s seducer… to his abductor.

Now back in Charleston, Dylan’s newfound family is
shocked when it’s discovered his magical affinity is for death itself. Despite his fears, he’ll
need to learn to control his terrifying powers in order to open the Zayne Book of Shadows.
He also needs to keep his coven safe, and time is running out. The estate’s protective wards
expire on Halloween, and power-hungry witches from all over are ready to pounce.

While Dylan’s awakening darkness threatens to overwhelm
him, Keller finds himself confronted by feelings he thought long dead. Keller will do anything
to protect his young necromancer and open Vivian’s Book of Shadows, but the Zaynes are in
for a surprise when Dylan resurrects someone he shouldn’t.

Excerpt

Dylan stood by his kitchen island drinking a glass of water
and froze at the sudden arrival in his home. Keller moved with inhuman speed. He appeared
right in front of Dylan, who gasped and dropped his glass, which shattered on the wooden
floor at their feet. Taking hold of Dylan’s shirt, Keller shoved the smaller man against the
fridge.

“What are you?”

Dylan’s chin trembled. “What?”

Keller clenched his teeth. “What are you?”

“I-I don’t understand, but I’d really like you to leave
please.”

Keller let go of Dylan. He chuckled and paced halfway
across the small apartment and back. He was tired of playing games, tired of trying to work
his magic on someone who seemed impervious to his influence, so Keller chose truth. “Your
family is waiting,” he said. “Long story short: your biological mother is dead. She was a bitch
who won’t be missed, and there is no time to spare. Several lives depend on you, so we
need to go. Now.”

“What the fuck, man?” His words shook. “I don’t know who
you think I am, but my biological mother died giving birth to me. That’s why my adopted
mom agreed to give me her family name.”

“Zayne,” Keller said.

Dylan took a startled step back and again rammed right into
the fridge. “How do you know that?”

“Because your biological mother did not die giving birth to
you. She died a week ago.”

“How?”

Keller snorted. “That’s up for debate.”

“I don’t—”

Keller held up a hand between them, a silent but visible
order for Dylan to listen. “Your biological mother’s name was Vivian Zayne, and she was a
very powerful witch. We, as her coven, didn’t know you existed until the reading of her will.
Imagine our surprise.”

Dylan’s eyes widened. “What?”

“You come from a family of witches.”

“Witches aren’t real.”

“Are you sure?”

Dylan didn’t look sure of anything. He looked like a
frightened child.

Keller leaned his elbows on the kitchen island. “How long
have cats been following you?”

“They’re just … cats,” Dylan said. “They follow
everyone.”

“They follow you. How long have they been following you?
Your whole life, I assume.”

Dylan glanced at the row of cats watching from his
bedroom doorway.

“We call them familiars.” Keller clicked his tongue and
stood. “Now, you may continue to have an internal crisis on the drive to Charleston. You’re
coming with me. You don’t have a choice.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” He reached for the
chain around his neck—a nervous tic Keller had noticed before—but his fingertips found
nothing.

With that, Keller leaned his head back and roared with
laughter. He didn’t have much time to enjoy his dark amusement though, because even if
Dylan didn’t believe in witches, he did believe in that necklace.

When the boy charged for his bedroom, Keller sprung into
action. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s upper body and held him captive against his
chest, but Dylan still struggled against him, struggled to reach the necklace Keller saw
hanging on the lamp by Dylan’s bed.

Keller spoke with his lips against Dylan’s ear. “All you had to
do was wear that necklace, and I couldn’t control you. What a day to forget to put it on,
hmm?”

In his arms, Dylan gave up fighting but did tremble with
silent tears.

“Shh,” Keller whispered. “I’ll only hurt you if you make
me.”

Dylan started shouting. He called out for help, but Keller
covered his mouth with his hand and subdued his screams. The dampness of Dylan’s warm
breath mixed with the saltwater of his tears against Keller’s palm.

Then, something strange happened. Keller found himself
thrown backwards. He landed with a thud against Dylan’s bedroom wall. Dylan was no
longer in his arms. Dylan was also no longer screaming. Keller, recovered from the invisible
attack, raised his head to find Dylan standing in front of him—Dylan, but not Dylan. His eyes
had gone black, just like they had in the coffee shop. Tiny black veins appeared around his
eyes and spread down his cheeks.

Keller stared in wonder while cats hissed from Dylan’s
windowpane but came no closer. “There you are, gorgeous,” Keller said.

About the Author

Bestselling romance
author.

Bisexual witch.

Feminist. Pro-choice. Anti-
censorship.

Timothee Chalamet
freak.

Horror movie
aficionado.

Vampire mermaid in a past
life.

Sara Dobie Bauer somehow
survived her party-hard college years at Ohio University to earn a creative writing degree.
She lives with her precious Pit Bull in Northeast Ohio, although she’d really like to live in a
Tim Burton film.

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NEW RELEASE: “Sold” by Ace Fawn

NEW RELEASE

Book Title:
Sold

Author and Publisher: Ace
Fawn

Cover Artist: Cormar
Covers

Release Date: October 25,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Forced proximity, opposites attract

Themes: Captive romance, billionaire romance, sexual awakening, one-
sided hate

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 63 000 words

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

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Sold. Collared.
Owned.

 

Blurb

Michael

Michael Kreed is a wealthy man with the world in the palm
of his hand, and he’s looking for a new pet. What he craves comes in the form of Hunter, a
young man with a gorgeous, lean body, an attitude, and a determination not to yield.
Michael wants to keep Hunter unbroken, but is it worth pursuing a relationship with his new
obsession?

Hunter

Hunter’s life changes forever when he is sold at an auction
to a sophisticated, handsome billionaire named Michael. Collared and made into his pet,
Hunter resists his owner and craves to have his freedom and old life back. But is the new life
that Michael is offering him better than the only one he’s ever known?

Content Warnings: This book contains explicit
M/M sexual content and includes kidnapping, a human auction, involuntary collaring,
spanking, chipping, restraints, and the use of a Taser. Reader discretion is
advised.

 

Excerpt

Michael moved in closer, and Hunter shut his eyes. The only
two things he could focus on were Michael’s fresh cologne and the feel of the collar as
Michael put it on around his neck.

Hunter opened his eyes when he sensed that Michael had
moved away.

A small smile spread across Michael’s clean-shaven face as
he observed Hunter with his piercing blue eyes. “That’s better. I knew a collar would look
stunning on you.”

Hunter stared, horrified. Letting Michael put the collar
around his neck was an act of submission. And Hunter hated it. He hated Michael for buying
him and forcing him into something he didn’t want to be a part of. It was clear to Hunter by
the way Michael had spoken to him that he was the type of man you didn’t say no to. The
type of man that got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

That only fueled Hunter’s anger toward him.

But he was also confused. What did a man like Michael
want from him?

Questions ran rampant in Hunter’s mind. His mouth was
painfully dry, and he felt a headache coming on. The silence and those eyes on him,
watching him … it was all too much.

“Where are you taking me?” Hunter finally managed to
ask.

“To my home. I’m sure you will come to like it.”

Why did it matter whether Hunter liked it or not? He was
being taken against his will.

“I want to know where exactly. I’m still in the States,
right?” Hunter asked.

Michael’s gaze wandered over Hunter’s body before settling
on his face, making Hunter’s skin grow hot.

“We are still on home soil, my dear pet,” Michael said,
purring the last word and making Hunter’s stomach flutter with a mix of emotions. Disgust.
Fear. Anger. It all balled into one and consumed his entire being, making his body
tremble.

“You have a lot to learn, but that will all have to wait until
we get home,” Michael said.

Just the state he was in—sold against his will, wearing a
straitjacket, and forced into a collar—made Hunter realize that he was at the mercy of a
complete stranger. Michael clearly was a wealthy man, and if he had money, then he surely
had power.

It all proved that Hunter had no control over what
happened to him next. What would Michael do to him? What would Michael
make him do? The sheer realization of his predicament sent a spike of panic through his
entire being. Feeling sick to his stomach, Hunter breathed harder. He felt like he was
suffocating, and no matter how much air he tried to gulp in, it still wasn’t enough.

Hunter looked away and closed his eyes. Swallowed once,
twice, but saliva refused to fill his parched mouth and throat. Fuck. Was he going to throw up?

“Calm down, Hunter. Breathe,” Michael said.

All Hunter could think about was what type of freaky shit
awaited him. Was Michael going to make him his personal sex slave? Was he going to force
him to star in porno films?

When a hand settled on his shoulder, Hunter startled and
gasped for breath. He opened his eyes and stared at the man who had stolen his life from
him.

 

About the Author

Ace
Fawn writes sometimes dark and always steamy contemporary M/M romance featuring
mafia and billionaires.

An avid
reader of M/M romance, she loves books about D/s relationships, the enemies-to-lovers
trope, and the forced proximity trope, and tends to involve these themes in her own
writing.

 

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Book Title: Scales
& Stone (D’Vaire, Book 40)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: November 9,
2023

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 000
words

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

Goodreads Series Link

Amazon Series Link

 

Sometimes it takes finding
love to appreciate the best parts of yourself.

 

Blurb

Decades after leaving behind a king who attempted to sell
him for wizard experimentation, Lex D’Vairedraconis lives in a place filled with loved ones. At
Court D’Vaire, the dragon shifter has access to everything. He wants for nothing. But his lack
of purpose frustrates him. Surrounded by successful people, Lex can’t figure out how to
channel his energy. And he dearly wants to know why Fate hasn’t paired him with
anyone.

Rutledge Blackstone is alone. As a gargoyle, he shouldn’t

live among humans, but he fears the many enemies hunting his kind. To survive, gargoyles
must separate. His parents, and even his twin brother, have left him in a house slowly
crumbling around his ears. To comfort himself, he records every happy moment in a
notebook, and waits for the day to add more memories to his treasure trove.

But the gargoyles aren’t being tracked by foes alone. The
new gargoyle rulers and their allies want to aid people like Rutledge. To his shock, the
Council of Sorcery and Shifters wants him to join, and he soon lands an invitation to the
renowned sanctuary at Court D’Vaire. Before he can decide whether to accept, he meets
Lex. Their attraction is instant, but Rutledge is anything but intrepid.

To build a life together, they must learn to love
unconditionally and find their true purpose in life.

 

Excerpt

Everything inside Rutledge went on instant alert. To his
shock and mild horror, his dick sprang to life, and he hoped no one noticed he was fully
erect. The scent of dishwashing detergent, fabric softener, and household cleaner hit his
nose with unrivaled intensity. The smells of a happy home, something Rutledge yearned for
but feared to ask Fate for. His gargoyle roared with excitement, and the feeling of safety
flowed through Rutledge as his gaze locked with a brown-eyed stranger.

The man was probably about six-foot-three, which made
him about five inches taller than Rutledge. Although he wasn’t lanky by traditional
standards, his shoulders weren’t nearly as broad as a gargoyle’s. His dark hair was short and
combed away from his handsome face. Rutledge’s newfound ability to categorize multiple
races told him the man was a dragon shifter.

The stranger had paired a soft beige sweater nearly the
color of Rutledge’s shirt with faded jeans and boots that matched his scaly irises. His
expression was as astonished as Rutledge felt. Rutledge wondered if he was unhappy with
Fate’s choice for him, and he wished he could ask without embarrassing them both.
Desperate to remember every detail of this life-altering moment, Rutledge didn’t think. He
yanked out the notebook from his shirt pocket, along with a tiny pencil, and scribbled a
detailed description of his mate onto the first blank page he flipped to.

No one in the room said a word as Rutledge muttered and
glanced back at the man in between his hastily scrawled words to ensure that he described
his gift from Fate properly. His gargoyle wanted to know more, but Rutledge could get to
that once he’d finished recording everything to read later when he was alone again.

On his third page, Rutledge finally noted that there were
wolves in the room, and he barely bit back his scream.

“Wolves,” Rutledge yelled.

“Conley, you didn’t tell him we were bringing Nox and
Mortis?” asked a man who had to be six-six and had straight locks that fell to his shoulders in
a silky rain of blue and navy.

“It’s better to explain that in person, I think,” Conley
defended. “Rutledge Blackstone, allow me to present their Highnesses, High King Aleksander
and High King Rafe D’Vaire. The wolves on either side of them are resurrected sentinels tied
to their souls to protect them.”

“You’re supposed to introduce Squirt first,” Aleksander
replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blackstone.”

“I’m sure Dra’Kaedan doesn’t mind if I do things a little out
of order,” Conley argued.

“No, but it’s irritating when people talk about me like I’m
not in the room,” a short man with blond ringlets retorted. “Anyway, I’m Dra’Kaedan, and
the guy scowling behind me is my mate, Brogan.”

“Why do you always assume I’m scowling?” Brogan asked,
his navy eyes narrowed.

“Because he has yet to be wrong about it,” a man with a
striking resemblance to Aleksander drawled in a beautiful, crisp English accent. The others in
the room had fainter echoes of something far from the Texas drawls Rutledge was used to
hearing, but this stranger’s accent was thicker. “Excuse us, we don’t know how to act
appropriately. I’m Worth, and next to me is my best friend, Lex.”

Lex caught Rutledge’s full attention again, and he nearly
jotted his mate’s name down, but he needed to know if the short name was as simple to
spell as it was to pronounce.

“L-e-x?” Rutledge clarified.

A smile played around Lex’s mouth, and Rutledge noticed
dimples so faint he nearly missed them, which he hurriedly added to his list.

“Yes, Rutledge, that’s how I spell it,” Lex said, his accent
even more toe curling than Worth’s.

“How do you spell your name?” Lex asked.

“R-u-t-l-e-d-g-e,” he responded immediately and wondered
why that was important. There was no notebook in Lex’s hands, but maybe he kept a journal
at home?

“Hush, Mortis, I don’t know,” High King Rafe whispered
loudly to the black wolf with hints of navy in his fur. Like Lex and Worth, his accented English
told of a man who’d once lived far from Las Vegas.

Rutledge’s gaze widened as Lex winked at him.

“It’s okay, Mortis,” Lex said. “Rutledge is my mate, and
that’s why it’s important to know how to spell our names.”

“Yes,” Worth shouted as he lifted his fists in celebration. “I
told you your other half was out in the world waiting for you. Now you’ve finally left the
house, and right here he is.”

Lex glared at the taller dragon. “That’s not quite how I
remember the conversation.”

“Yes, well, if you’d written it down like our fair Rutledge,
you could prove your point, but alas, it is your word against mine,” Worth countered.
“Congratulations to you both.”

“Kind of makes you want to hit him with your car again,
doesn’t it?” Aleksander asked Lex.

“It’s a frequent feeling I’ve grown used to in the years that
have passed since,” Lex groused with a glare for Worth as he took two steps closer to the
gargoyle, who was reeling from the extraordinary meeting with the D’Vaires. “Thank you for
agreeing to this visit today, Rutledge. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

Overwhelmed by Lex’s beauty, sexy accent, and lovely
scent, Rutledge managed a blush and a nod.

 

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “The Score” by Beth Bolden

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: The
Score

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: The Book
Brander Boutique

Release Date: October 25,
2023

Genre: Contemporary MM sports romance

Tropes: bad boy reformed, forced proximity, fake boyfriend, roommates
to friends to lovers

Themes: found family, trust issues, mental health, love versus
lust

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 100 000
words

It is book number three in a
spinoff series.

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Blurb

Carter Maxwell knows he’s a screwup. Four teams in three
seasons tells the story, as much as he wishes it didn’t.

But finally, he’s landed in a good place, where he
likes the team and the team actually likes him. Even the Condors’ current rebuilding mode
suits him. There’s a new owner. New coach. New players. New rules.

But one rule hasn’t changed: don’t seduce your agent-appointed c*ckblocker.

Ian Parker agrees to live with Carter and keep him
on the straight and narrow for one simple reason: Alec, the agent in charge of cleaning up
Carter’s reputation, has promised him something Ian wants very, very badly.

Even more badly than Carter naked above him and
below him and next to him.

A chance for Ian to become an agent.

But Ian didn’t take into account just how persuasive
Carter is—or just how desperately he desires to be persuaded. Or how, while spending time
with Carter, they’ll somehow stumble into a fake relationship that begins to feel all too
real.

It doesn’t matter that Carter’s never fallen in love
or that he’s never been in a real relationship. It doesn’t matter that
Ian’s risking his future as an agent.

He’s determined to score the impossible and
reform the bad boy—only after encouraging Carter to misbehave one last time. But this
time, only with him.

Excerpt

“Wait a sec,” Ian said, standing too, but reaching out
and casually catching Carter’s arm. “I know this is going to be awkward, me being around all
the time. I just wanted to acknowledge that, first off.”

“Is it?” Carter really hadn’t thought much about it;
honestly, he’d been too busy trying to figure out how to get around rule number
one.

“Well, yeah, in my experience it is. Most people who
run into us together are going to want an explanation. Your friends. The players here. The
coaches. The staff. Anyone you meet.”

“And what? I shouldn’t tell them why you’re really
around?”

“I’m…” Ian hesitated again. “I know what my previous
clients and I would do. We’d discuss ahead of time what role I’d be playing. Often, since I was
in LA, they were well known, so it was easy to pass me off as a personal assistant or a friend.
But here—”

“Nobody’s gonna have a personal assistant around
them all the time,” Carter said. “Especially not me.”

Ian looked surprised again.

“What,” Carter retorted, “I’m not an idiot,
okay.”

The frost in Ian’s expression melted a little more.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you were.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” Carter said wryly. “Why
can’t we just tell people what you really are?”

“You’d be okay with that?”

Carter realized with a jolt that the person who was
really worried about this wasn’t him, the way Ian was concerned about, but Ian
himself.

Wasn’t that interesting?

“It’s hardly like people don’t know my reputation,”
Carter said.

“Oh. Alright. Well, that’s your choice.”

“We can just say you’re my
what…companion?”

“If that’s the word you want to use,” Ian
said.

But as they walked out of the conference room,
Carter couldn’t shake the feeling that Ian was the one who was preoccupied with not
only what to call himself, but maybe even what kind of position he’d be occupying in Carter’s
life.

As they walked down the hall, and Carter pushed the
down elevator button, to take it to the lower level and the team cafeteria, Ian turned to him
and said, “Well, you getting shut down by half the team is pretty good news for rule number
one.”

Carter rolled his eyes. “Not when I could go to the
Pirate’s Booty or any other bar or restaurant or coffee shop in the city and find someone to
pick up in point five seconds.”

“Modest, much?”

“Listen, you wanted honesty, that’s the honest truth
right there.” Carter had sex because it was easy, yes, and it also helped stem the tide
of his temper. Maybe if sex had been harder for him to come by, he’d have found something
else to use.

But sex was easy, for him, so sex it
was.

Or at least it had been sex.

Carter mournfully poured one out for all the great sex
he wasn’t going to be having in the next few months.

About the Author

A lifelong Pacific Northwester,
Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband. Beth
still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically
since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big
Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She has published
over forty novels and novellas.

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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Recalling My
Demon (Possessive Love)

Author and Publisher: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Charli
Childs

Release Date: October 19, 2023

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Age gap, Daddy kink, human and demon
relationship

Themes: acceptance, trust

Heat Rating: 3.5/4 out of 5

Length: 45,000
words

It’s part of a multi-author
series. All the books standalone and this book
doesn’t not end on a cliffhanger.

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I’m told Nethermire
House is haunted, but the truth is even stranger.

Blurb

Nethermire is home to an eccentric 80-year-old and the
young man she claims is her great-nephew.

Except he’s not.

He’s a demon.

Brin’s chaotic, bratty ways draw me to him. When he calls
me Daddy, I’m a goner. I want to protect him, take care of him, and call him mine.

But when he gets summoned to hell, our happiness is
shattered.

Can I recall him to my side, or will I lose him
forever?

Recalling My Demon is a standalone MM paranormal romance in the Possessive Love multi-author
series. It has an age-gap relationship between a
bratty demon who needs someone to love him more than he realises and an ex-priest who’s
now a Daddy.

Excerpt

“Nurse Ian.” He raises his thick, dark brows a fraction, his eyes
sparkling as he smirks. “Mo—Martha has told me all about you.” His voice is soft, light, and
playful.

“You’re her grand-nephew?”

“Brin.” He flicks his gaze over me. “You are gorgeous.”

I take a half step back. “Uh—”

“I shouldn’t have said that, should I?” He runs his thumb over
his bottom lip. “I’d apologise, except it’s true. Hm, you are one gorgeous man.”

So is he. I swallow, needing to maintain my composure and
remain professional. “Martha is through here.” I gesture to the lounge.

“She likes that room. Have you seen the rest of the house? I
could give you a tour.”

“No, I haven’t.”

Brin flounces into the house, kicks his boots off, and wanders
into the lounge. I follow in his wake. He leans down to kiss his great-aunt on the forehead,
grabs a cake off the plate, and sits in a chair with one leg looped over the arm. He peels the
case away from the cake and takes a big bite. Crumbs drop onto his chin, so he flicks his
tongue out to lick them off.

“Ian is here to do my welfare check,” Martha explains.

“I guessed.” Brin stares at me as he devours the rest of the
cake.

I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Don’t let me stop you from doing your job. I love watching a
man in uniform work.” He winks.

“You’ll have to forgive him. My grand-nephew is a terrible flirt,”
Martha says.

I scrabble to get the blood pressure monitor out of my bag and
kneel beside Martha.

“A man in uniform on his knees. Sexy.”

“Brin,” Martha says, her tone not as sharp and short as I’d
expect for a true admonishment.

“What? It’s true.”

About the Author

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

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