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Book Title: The Last Beginning

Author and Publisher:
Abrianna Denae

Cover Artist: Designs by
Morningstar

Release Date: April 5,
2022

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope/s: Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 61 000 words/210
pages

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

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Blurb

“Nobody tells you how one moment, one decision, can change the course of your
entire life.”

Kit Briar is starting over. At thirty-three, he thought he had
his life planned out, but a devastating revelation sends him back to his hometown,

desperate to make a life for himself and his son.

“Sometimes, a single kiss can lead a person down a road they never
expected.”

Lawson Craig never meant to fall in love with his hot new
neighbor, his life’s complicated enough. Except Kit and his young son fulfill a void he did
know he had. The more he tries to fight against the mutual attraction, the harder it is to stay
away.

“If it came down to it, I’d let him go. I’d let him go because he deserves someone so
much better than me.”

Lawson and Kit find themselves in a whirlwind romance.
They fall hard and fast, but every choice comes with consequences and neither of them are
prepared for what happens when their blissful bubble pops. They’ll have to learn to trust in
each other and what they’re trying to build in order to get the happy ending they’ve both
always wanted. When every road seems to lead to heartbreak, how will they ever find
forever?

Excerpt

We lean back against the counter and talk about random things for a while. It’s nice. I have
some friends but no one I hang out with regularly. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, this
could be just a one time thing, but I like the vibe Kit has, I’m hoping he likes mine too.

“You said you’re from the area?” I ask after a lapse in conversation.

Kit nods, “Yeah, my family all still live close. My siblings helped me move in today.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

He smiles a little, “Two sisters and two brothers. I’m the baby of the family and they all treat
me that way. Never mind that I’m a grown ass man.”

“I think siblings are supposed to do that. I’m one of two. I have an older brother, we’re close
since neither of us talk to our parents anymore. What about you?”

“I’m pretty close to all my siblings. It’s just my dad. Mom passed away when I was eight.”

“Wow. Five kids for one person, did he ever remarry?”

“No. He dated someone for a long time, but they broke up about five years ago. He’s gone
on dates since but says he’s too old for anything serious.”

I scoff. “I don’t think love cares how old you are.”

Kit smiles at me and I ignore the way my heart trips over itself. “That’s what my sisters say,
but I think he’s content. He has us and his grandkids. He’s enjoying his life.”

“Can’t say I blame him. I’d probably be the same.”

Kit looks at me, his dark brown eyes assessing, “Yeah? Believe in love for everyone but
yourself?”

“Ehh,” I make a seesaw motion with my hand. “Yes and no. Would I like to have that one
person I spend the rest of my life with, knowing that they’re it for me? Yes, I
think most people want that. Do I think it’ll happen?” I shrug, “It’s complicated.”

“Trust me,” Kit sighs, “I know all about complications.”

Is it me or are we closer than before? My arm brushes his and I try not to react
like a fucking teenager with their first crush. It’s ridiculous really, the things I feel for this
man that I’ve known an hour.

“Tell me about the neighborhood?” He asks, breaking into my thoughts. “You said the
neighbor on your other side hates you?”

I sigh and ignore how fucking close his mouth suddenly is to mine. We’re almost
the same height, it would be nothing to lean forward and kiss him.

“Uh yeah, she’s a total bitch. I mean, maybe. I think it’s just me. She’s older, in her fifties I’d
say. I try to be nice and do things like mow her yard and take her garbage cans out, things
like that. She glares at me and never shows any appreciation. I can’t tell if she
really hates me or if she is just a really sour person, you know?

“When I first moved in I made cookies, brownies, and muffins for her, the previous owners
of this house, and the people across the street from me. She’s the only one who refused to
take anything from me. Which, I get, it was kinda weird to have this stranger show up with a
bunch of baked goods, but you’d have thought I offered up straight poison the way she
acted.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing. More for me.” Kit smiles and I can’t help but smile as
well.

“You’ll have to come into the bakery some time, I’ll give you a discount.”

Kit pouts, “Oh so I only get free stuff at home.”

“Yep. Gotta make that money.”

He huffs out a laugh, “I’d happily pay for anything made by you.”

It’s not my imagination this time. He definitely leaned forward.

“You flatter me,” I hope that didn’t come out as breathless as I think. “What if
the only thing I can make are cookies?”

“I like cookies.” He whispers.

We’re so fucking close.

“Good.”

I don’t know who moves first. One second we’re a breath apart, the next, our lips are
touching in an impossibly soft kiss.

Neither of us move for a moment, and then Kit slowly moves his mouth over mine. I follow
his lead, keeping the kiss soft and slow.

A hand grabs my hip and I groan as our bodies come together. Kit takes that opportunity to
deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps against my lip and I allow him in my mouth.

Gasping, I fight him for dominance. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything this good.
He lets me take control of the kiss and I push him against the counter. Our lower bodies are
flush and I can feel his arousal brushing against mine. Shivering, I press my lips harder to his.
Tangling one hand in his hair, I pull back enough to bite at his lip, making him moan.

“Shit,” he gasps before kissing me hard.

I press my hips into his and groan at the sensation. Kit’s hands grip my ass tightly and it feels
so fucking good. I almost beg him to fuck me, but that’d be reckless. Kissing him is enough
for now.

We pull apart for breath, both of us panting softly. “Just so you know,” I tell him, “I don’t go
around kissing all the neighbors.”

He laughs breathlessly, “That one neighbor might like you if you did.”

I snort and shake my head. “You’re prettier.”

I kiss him again, softer now. Our tongues meet and it’s perfect. Best kiss I’ve ever had. I
could spend hours just kissing this man. Crazy? Absolutely, but it’s not the craziest thing I’ve
done, not by a long shot.

About the Author

Abrianna Denae is a

twenty-five-year-old author living in Northern California. An English major, they have always
had a passion for writing.

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

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

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

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Beasts of Burden” by J.K. Hogan. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Beasts of Burden (The Black Blade Chronicles 2)

Author and Publisher: J.K.
Hogan

Cover Artist: Wicked Pixel
Designs

Release Date: March 29,
2022

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to reluctant friends to lovers

Themes: Swords and sorcery, adventure quest

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: approx. 75 000
words

It is not a standalone story. It
is the second book in The Black Blade Chronicles
series.

This book ends on a HFN,
with the understanding that the HEA will be at the end of the 3 book arc.

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The journey
continues…

Blurb

Senne Clayward and Kasimir vas Hjardar continue their
quest to rescue Senne’s young ward, Princess Sigrid, from the evil tyrant who has taken her
hostage. After they follow through with a mad plan to sneak into King Prosper’s fortress that
only halfway succeeds, the princess slips through their fingers once more. As they travel
across the continent of Taleth, they are one step behind their quarry at every
turn.

Encountering numerous obstacles and enemies
both old and new, Senne and Kasimir doggedly pursue their goal while coming to rely on
each other more than ever. The two unlikely companions enlist the help of a small band of
adventurers to track the princess and intercept her captors while the armies of Toivonen
march westward behind them.

Kasimir continues to grapple with the beast on his
back—a lifelong struggle—while Senne must bare his soul to earn the trust of those around
him. Can they survive the journey? Will they save Sigrid in time to keep her from harm and
prevent the realm from plunging into eternal darkness? And what will be left for them after
the dust settles?

Excerpt

“You there. Halt!”

“Here we go,” Kasimir murmured under his breath. He
turned to confront a group of greycloaks who had approached them from behind. None of
them seemed to have any visible rank higher than foot soldier. Kasimir put on a carefully
blank expression. “There a problem?”

“By royal decree, bearing arms within the city walls is
prohibited. You are in violation of this order.”

“Oh, aye.” Kasimir nodded dumbly. “Saw the notices, I did.
Smart idea, that. Only the notices was addressed as to say ‘Attention Senkalese citizens and
Yesenians traveling within the city, by royal decree’ an’ all that. But y’see, we’re not
Yesenian, an’ me mate here, well, he cannae read at all. So I figures it ’ad naught to do wi’
us.”

Senne cast him a puzzled look, no doubt wondering why he

was putting on the thick Lunarii peasant burr. Kasimir’s reasoning behind it was sound.
These guards were merely grunts. He had to confuse them enough to report to their
commander, because without someone of higher rank noticing them, they had no chance of
being put before the king.

Just as Kasimir predicted, one of the grunts, the one who
seemed to be somewhat in charge, scratched his head and looked at the soldier to his right.
“Does it say that?”

The other guard shrugged. “Well, yeah, seems right
enough. Never thought about what happens if we catch an outlander armed up in the
city.”

“We ought to fetch the captain, then,” said the
grunt-in-charge.

His right-hand man nodded sagely.

“I mean you, ya bloody imbecile,” he spat. The
foot soldier flinched and scarpered off. “Youse two, don’t move a muscle until the captain
gets here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Kasimir said in his normal
accent.

Senne snorted quietly. The soldier gave them an odd look
but didn’t comment. After countless minutes of the tension-filled standoff, the messenger
returned, leading a man wearing a red officer’s cloak.

Upon further inspection, Kasimir realized he was not only
an officer, but a decorated one. His cloak was pushed back off his shoulders so Kas could see
he wore epaulettes studded with silver stripes and dripping with braided silver cords. The
dragon emblazoned on his armor appeared to be inlaid with real silver, and the regulation
bycocket hat had been replaced by an obsidian dragon-winged battle-helm. It all made for a
fearsome sight, and Kasimir had to fight the urge to take a step back when the man
approached.

When the captain reached them, he flipped up the visor of
his helm, and Kasimir was surprised that he appeared much younger than he would’ve
thought for a high-ranking officer, though the gray threaded through his dark hair
proclaimed him to be middle-aged. He was handsome in that craggy, chiseled way Yesenians
had—they always seemed to look as though they’d gone straight from mother’s womb to
the battlefield and never looked back—with his square jaw, closely trimmed black beard,
and slightly bent nose, as if it had been broken a time or two.

“I am Vilhelme, Commander of the King’s Army. Who are
you and why are you in my city?”

“Commander,” interrupted the head guard. “These blokes
said the arms notices only refer to Yesenian citizens, so I didn’t know what to do with
’em.”

The look Vilhelme turned on the man was nothing short of
murderous. “That is absurd.” He turned back to Kasimir and Senne, effectively dismissing the
ignoramus, and repeated his question. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Just travelers passing through,” Kasimir hedged. “Here to
trade for supplies.”

Vilhelme glared over his shoulder again. “In that case,
welcome. If you wish to trade in the city, I am afraid you must surrender your weapons.
They will be stored in the armory until you are ready to move on.”

Kasimir’s jaw tensed, his pulse thudding in his throat.
“Can’t do that, friend.”

Vilhelme attempted a smile, though it was more a baring of
teeth than anything. “You may address me as Commander Vilhelme and nothing else. If you
do not wish to disarm, you will be escorted to the main gate so you may leave. In fact…”
Vilhelme narrowed his eyes. “You should not have even gained entry with all those
weapons. I shall have a chat with the watch captain.”

“No need,” Kasimir said conversationally. “We snuck
in.”

Despite the smile, Vilhelme’s eyes glittered with danger.
“Why would you do a thing like that?”

“We want to see the king,” Senne said. “Thought if we
breached the wall, he’d come down from on high and deliver the mighty blow of
justice.”

Vilhelme scoffed. “His Royal Eminence does not entertain
petty criminals.”

“Oi,” Kasimir said. “Why don’t you give him a message for
us, then?”

Vilhelme turned to face him head-on and crossed his arms
as if he were bored. “I’m dying to hear what that might be.”

“Tell him,” Kas growled through clenched teeth, “that
we’ve come for the girl.”

Vilhelme raised a fist to chin level, almost casually, and they
were instantly at the sword points and arrow tips of the guardsmen who had tripled in
number and somehow surrounded them. Easily thirty weapons, at least half of which would
be aimed at a kill spot somewhere on Kasimir’s body. His vision wavered. His blood ran hot,
pounding wildly in his chest and up through his neck, nearly choking off his breath.

“That,” said Vilhelme, “would be inadvisable if the two of
you are in any way attached to your hides.” He cast a bored glance at the men around him,
oblivious to Kasimir’s torment and the danger they were all in. Kas didn’t think Senne had
noticed either.

“All the same,” Senne said, his jaw bunching with his frown.
“Tell him the knight and the sellsword have come to collect our charge.”

“Well, I can’t say whether or not you’ll ever see the king,
but you’ll certainly get a good long look at the inside of our dungeons,” Vilhelme remarked
blandly. Then he gave his head guardsman a small nod. “Take them.”

About the Author

J.K. Hogan has been telling
stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for
her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, she found her true
passion. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her
stories as she writes them.

J.K. resides in North Carolina
with her husband, two sons, and their pets. If she isn’t writing, J.K. can be found designing
book covers at Wicked Pixel Designs, creating fiber art and supplies at Earthbound Fiber Arts
watching Hurricanes Hockey and, of course, reading!

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Venerably Daray (D’Vaire, Book 28)” by Jessamyn Kingley.

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Book Title: Venerably Daray (D’Vaire, Book 28)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: March 31,
2022

Genres: MM Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 95 441
words

It is book 28 in the D’Vaire
series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Link

Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

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Even with Fate’s blessing,
there are no guarantees in life or love.

Blurb

Skeleton Lord Brynnius Daray is happiest when he’s
wielding his daggers or elbow deep in flour, baking some wondrous treat. As an elite
assassin, Brynnius spends his days protecting the Council of Sorcery and Shifters, and his
evenings are for family. The Darays are lively and dedicated, and Brynnius loves them

fiercely. However, at night he is alone, and Brynnius yearns for his mate.

Having been recently resurrected, Samson is desperate to
prove his worth as a fallen knight. The trouble is, Samson is part of a ground-breaking
experiment—and the new spell is flawed. Or perhaps it is the man himself that has issues.
While Samson struggles to understand his purpose, he learns that Brynnius is the other half
of his soul.

Although Fate has brought them together, neither man is
sure what the future holds. To figure it out, they must confront the past and reconcile their
present. Just when Samson and Brynnius finally find common ground, the world intrudes.
Nothing will ever be the same for the Darays.

Excerpt

Brynnius loved his job, and he had a wonderful family and a
beautiful home, which he shared with the rest of the Darays. When he wasn’t fighting crime
or combing through Council bills to aid Alaric in voting appropriately, Brynnius was baking. If
there was a recipe for something sweet or delicious, the sentinel wanted to hunt for the
ingredients.

Around him, the Darays and his larger extended family,
known as D’Vaire, praised his baked treats, which gave Brynnius the confidence to continue
to make them yummy things. It was fun to travel around the world to grab things
unavailable within the Council, and Brynnius liked surprising everyone with novel treats.

Brynnius was pondering whether to make the blackcurrant
tarts he’d recently found a recipe for when he pulled open the door to the resurrection
room inside the shared training center that belonged to the fallen knights and
sentinels.

The moment Brynnius crossed the threshold, his entire
body went haywire. As a sentinel, Brynnius lacked sexuality, and had no concept of outer
beauty, so his dick growing hard stunned him. It was a sensation foreign to Brynnius, yet it
wasn’t unpleasant.

His mind was overloaded with the terrific smell—a mixture
of vanilla cupcakes and cinnamon coffeecake. At the end of the hall, Brynnius spied
Venerable Knight Arvandus Ruarc-Daray—a member of his family and the only man to be
permanently resurrected twice.

Next to Arvandus was a stranger with a head full of glossy,
gorgeous black curls. He was built on a massive scale. As they moved closer, Brynnius
wondered if the stranger’s shoulders were even broader than his own. Although he wanted
to get closer to the stranger, there was too much chaos in Brynnius’s mind for him to move.
The man at Arvandus’s side was Brynnius’s mate, and Brynnius had no idea what to do.

A beautiful smile crossed the man’s face, and there was a
confused curiosity in his gaze. Since the man was freshly resurrected, Brynnius doubted he
understood their connection or felt the same clamoring inside himself.

“Fallen Knight, Rank One Samson, this is Skeleton Lord
Brynnius Daray,” Arvandus said with a flash of his oft-used grin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Skeleton Lord. I apologize that
I don’t have a last name yet to give you. The Arch Lich wishes to honor my dragon and needs
to speak to the Emperors in order to decide how best to do that.”

“The pleasure is mine, Samson,” Brynnius remarked softly
and offered him a nod.

Sentinels did not touch strangers, though Brynnius readily
admitted to himself that he wanted to be close to Samson. It would have to wait. The fallen
knight was unsteady on his feet, so Brynnius didn’t want to keep him in the hall, despite his
innate desire to know everything about him and not leave his side.

“Are you on the way to your room?” Brynnius
asked.

“Yes, VK Arvandus told me to pick the one closest to the
cafeteria.”

That was no surprise to Brynnius; he was aware Arvandus
always offered that favored space to the first recruit. Flustered, Brynnius was unsure if he’d
remembered to offer Samson a traditional sentinel nod in greeting, so he bobbed his head.

“Good choice. Good luck with your training,” he
said.

“Thank you, Skeleton Lord.”

“See ya later, Brynn,” Arvandus remarked.

They turned the corner toward the dormitories, and
Brynnius smiled at Samson, who turned back twice. The fallen knight might not understand
their connection yet, but Brynnius was bolstered by his interest. It’d help him get through
the next eight weeks, since Brynnius couldn’t be with Samson until he graduated.

Brynnius was determined to allow Samson to train without
distractions as Reverent Knight Drystan had allowed his mate to do when he was
resurrected. But unlike Drystan, Brynnius intended to tell no one about his encounter with
Samson. The last thing Brynnius wanted to do was keep his family on pins and needles with
excitement over the next two months.

After Samson was discharged from the Ascension Center,
Brynnius would finally be able to talk to him again, and they’d be able to start their journey
as mates. Until then, Brynnius planned on reflecting often on the extraordinarily handsome
man with the unique eyes, and preparing for their future.

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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Book Title: Servants of the Crown: The Turkish Pretender

Author: Garrick
Jones

Publisher: MoshPit
Publications

Cover Artist: Garrick
Jones

Release Date: 24 March,
2022

Genre: Gay Historical Fiction; Spy Thriller.

Tropes: Circle of Friends; Master and Servant.

Themes: Betrayal, treason, the strength of friendships and the ultimate
connection.

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 124 891 words/389
pages

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

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The book is also available in
paperback

Intelligencers: men and

women from all walks of life and from all sections of society, servants of the Crown who
work for the Home Office gathering information vital to the security of the
nation.

Blurb

Intelligencers: men and women from all walks of life and
from all sections of society, servants of the Crown who work for the Home Office gathering
information vital to the security of the nation.

London, 1855. While Great Britain is at war with the
Russians in the Crimea, a cadre of disaffected seditionists and insurrectionists, made up of
members of the aristocracy and wealthy industrialists, have set a plan into action that’s
been decades in the making—a plan that aims to overthrow the Queen and to install a
puppet king on the throne in her place. With the war raging and disquiet in the industrial
north and in Ireland, their perfidious plot, unless stopped, threatens to bring about anarchy
and revolution.

Aware of the imminent danger, Sir George Grey, the Home
Secretary, has tasked The Brothers, a band of four men, friends of over twenty years, to root
out the source of the infection, destroy the clique, and track down and eradicate its foreign
pretender by any means necessary. From molly houses to state banquets, from hospitals to
steam baths, from aristocratic households to the meanest of slums, the friends find
themselves in a succession of increasingly perilous situations.

Like the mighty Thames, undercurrents flow swift and deep
as they uncover plot after plot and treachery and treason in abundance.

Excerpt

“Fetch Christopher, if you please, Elam,” Lennard
said.

“What? Are you going to have me manhandled out the
door?”

“No, Terrence. Christopher is waiting for me with my riding
equipage. I was about to exercise my horse and I shall do so once I’ve seen to Miles. You’ve
paid me for the destruction of my window and given me a promise for the carpet, but surely
you realise you owe me for the mistreatment of my butler?”

“You can’t be serious, Lennard. We’re talking about chattel
here. Servants are no different from your carpet or your priceless window.
He’ll recover. A quick slash across the chops is a lesser thing than one of my own servants
might have received had one of them tried to grapple with me. How dare he touch a person
of—”

Lennard strode quickly to Astley and grabbed the fronts of
his jacket.

“Let me tell you this. Although I said I’ve changed, my hate
for you still burns in my chest. How dare you stride into my house, abuse my servants, and
feel free to do whatever you like. Remember this before you leave. One word from me to
the right person and you’ll find yourself gasping for air as you descend to the depths of the
Thames, your arms bound behind your back, and your feet chained to an anchor. You’d just
disappear. Like that!” Lennard snapped his fingers next to Astley’s ear.

“Have care to whom you make threats, Lennard. I’m too
valuable to the Prime Minister. I still hold a seat and a loyal group of Irish lords who keep
him in power.”

“Threats against other men interest me not, sir. I wish to
have nothing ever to do with you from this day henceforth … not ever. Do you
understand?”

“You’re making a big mistake.”

“Not so big a one as you made by appearing at my door
and forcing your way into my house.”

“I shall take my leave of you. But don’t think this is over. I’ll
put it about that you dishonoured your uncle’s word.”

“Do what you feel best, sir. But, by now, my coachman will
have arrived with my riding gear and is waiting outside the door. If I were you, I’d leave this
very moment before I grab my whip and thrash the living daylights out of you. You can
apologise to Elam on your way out for injuring his brother.”

“Apologise? Why, I—”

“Oh, and Astley?” Lennard added, interrupting the man by
violently releasing his jacket and pushing him backward, his knees hitting the edge of the
Chesterfield. “Putting it about that I dishonoured your agreement with my uncle? Well, two
can play at that game. It would not be hard to start a rumour that you’ve dealt with your
ward, Neasa, inappropriately, and that’s the reason you’re so reluctant to allow her to marry
into one of the most noble families in the land.”

“No one would believe that for one moment.”

“People have been wondering about your reluctance these
past four or five years, ever since Sir George’s son first approached you. However, now, with
my new title, I will have the ears of not only the leading members of society, but also those
close to the throne. An innuendo is as good as an oath, don’t you think? Even Irish baronets
who hold some sway in parliament are not immune to gossip. You’d not be invited
anywhere, whether the slander is proved or not. Everyone knows Sir Hugh was not a
businessman, and although the sum you offered would make you out to be a villain at the
best, the premature plucking of a tender blossom before its time … why, Her Majesty would
send someone banging at your door.”

About the Author

After a thirty year career as a
professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all
over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central
Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQUniversity.

Brought up in Australia, between the bush and the
beaches of the Eastern suburbs, I retired in 2015 and now live in the tropics, writing,
gardening, and finally finding time to enjoy life and to re-establish a connection with who I
am after a very busy career on the stage and as an academic.

I write mostly historical gay fiction. The stories are
always about relationships and the inner workings of men; sometimes my fellas get down to
the nitty-gritty, sometimes it’s up to you, the reader, to fill in the blanks.

Every book is story driven; spies, detectives,
murders, epic dramas, there’s something for everyone. I also love to write about my country
and the things that make us Aussies and our history different from the rest of the
world.

I’m research driven. I always try to do my best to
give the reader a sense of what life was like for my main characters in the world they live
in.

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Book Title: Just Calamarried (Sucker For Love Mystery #5)

Author: K.L.
Hiers

Publisher: Dreamspinner

Cover Artist: Tiferet
Designs

Release Date: March 22,
2022

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Mpreg, Wrongly Accused, Double Murder

Themes: Love Conquers All

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 61 000 words/257
pages

It is not a standalone story. It is book 5 in the Sucker For Love
Mysteries series.

The story does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Newlyweds Sloane and Loch are eagerly expecting their
first child, though for Sloane that excitement is tempered by pregnancy side effects. Carrying
a god’s baby would be enough to deal with, especially with the whole accelerated gestation

thing, but it’s not like Sloane can take maternity leave. He works for himself as a private
investigator. Which leads him to his next case.

At least this strange new mystery distracts him from the
stress of constant puking.

When two priests are murdered within hours of each other,
a woman named Daphne hires Sloane and Loch to track down the prime suspect—her
brother—before the police do. Between untangling a conspiracy of lies and greed, going
toe-to-toe with a gangster, and stealing a cat, they hardly have time to decorate a
nursery….

Excerpt

Sloane Beaumont had known and persevered through
many hardships: the death of his parents, losing his job as a detective, and the struggle of
establishing his own private investigation business.

Oh, and saving the world from ancient murderous eldritch
gods who wanted to awaken their even more murderous father and destroy all of humanity,
of course.

He was a fighter, a warrior, a Starkiller amongst
mortals.

It was hard to believe he was being beaten by morning
sickness.

Then again, it was crazy enough dealing with the fact he
even had it to begin with, since men usually couldn’t get pregnant. Most men, however,
weren’t married to a very well-meaning but ultimately irresponsible god.

“You are the most beautiful creature in all of the universe,”
Loch was soothing. “Even when you are depositing your stomach contents into the porcelain
bowl, you are stunning, my sweet mate.”

“Oh, by the gods.” Sloane groaned and rested his head
against the toilet seat. “That’s very nice. And very gross. Thank you.”

“Here, my love.” Loch presented him with a slitted tentacle,
the tip ghosting over Sloane’s lips.

“Thanks.” Sloane lightly sucked on the tentacle, closing his
eyes as a rush of sweet liquid flooded his mouth. It was the divine nectar of a god, easing his
nausea and the cramps in his stomach immediately.

It was also technically Loch’s come.

Though it was sort of weird to drink it so casually, it had
incredible healing properties, and Sloane could use all the help he could get right
now.

Carrying the child of an ancient god was turning out to be a
real pain in the ass.

“I don’t understand,” Sloane grumbled as he got up to
wash his face. “The first three months were great. Solved some cases, went apartment
hunting, got the one with the extra bedroom I liked, got everything packed and moved, no
problems. Not a one! Awesome. I didn’t get sick, I felt wonderful, I was happy. And now….”
He threw up his hands. “This!”

“I’m sorry, my sweet Starkiller.” Loch frowned. “Gods don’t
usually spawn with mortals. I’m not sure exactly what we should expect with this
pregnancy.”

“What happens with the gods?” Sloane dried off with a
towel. “There’s not much written about the actual spawning. Just that, you know, some of
you choose to do it by yourselves whenever you want.”

“It can vary. Many gods mate and one will carry a spawn for
nine months exactly as mortals do. The triplets, Eb, Ebb, and Ebbeth, on the other hand,
were spawned directly from Baub’s breast with a mere thought. My half-sister, Chandraleth?
Salgumel carried her for a hundred years before giving birth.”

Sloane paled. “I might be pregnant for a hundred
years?”

“No!” Loch paused. “Probably not. It’s unlikely. You could
always lay an egg instead of giving live birth. I think one of my uncles did that.”

Groaning, Sloane dragged himself into their bedroom. “By
all the gods, I’ll be in a nursing home by the time I’m having our egg baby!”

Loch was right behind him and gently swept him up in a
tentacle-filled embrace.

The touch of Loch’s true flesh was always wonderful and
flooded Sloane’s entire body with a rush of sweet warmth. It was the touch of a divine
being, and it was without comparison. Even so, Sloane’s thoughts were determined to make
him miserable.

“Two words,” Sloane grumbled. “Egg baby.”

“My sweet Starkiller, all will be well,” Loch promised,

kissing Sloane’s hands. “My family will be visiting soon for your Neun Monde celebration.
My mother is the goddess of fertility! If anyone can help us with your pregnancy, it is
she.”

“Yeah, but my ‘Neun Monde’ might not be nine months! It
might be a century! When are we supposed to have it?”

“I am not qualified to answer that.”

“Is there any way you could maybe call your mom now?
Maybe she can hook me up with one of her blessings?”

“I can call my sister. She always hears me. I’ll let her know
to bring Mother as soon as possible so we can take care of you.”

“Thank you.” Sloane sighed in relief. “There, now I feel
better.”

“Really?” Loch beamed.

“Yes.” Sloane kissed him. “I love you.”

“And I love you, my beautiful mate.”

About the Author

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

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

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Book Title: Cursed (A Balance of Magic #2)

Author: Jackie
Keswick

Cover Artist: Jackie
Keswick

Release Date: March 23,
2022

Genre: M/M
Fantasy

Tropes: Friends to lovers, love
vs. duty, soul mates, found family, worlds in peril, two against the world,
hurt/comfort

Series Themes: the world is
fragile, short-term decisions have long-term consequences, gifts are given for a
reason

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 77 000
words

It is the second book in a
trilogy.

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger. Raijin and Sandro’s story ends on a HFN. The main story arc continues across all
three books.

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Two friends. Two worlds.
A selfish desire that threatens them both.

Blurb

Two friends. Two worlds. A selfish desire that threatens
them both.

Raijin killed a witch and found himself cursed.

Sandro went to Raijin’s aid and became an assassin’s
target.

Neither expected that they would trigger the biggest
upheaval their world had seen in a thousand years.

And that it needed the love between them to lift the
curse.

Cursed, the second book in the Balance of Magic series,
is a slow-burn m/m fantasy romance featuring friends-to-lovers who become soulmates,
irate death gods, curses, inept, narcissistic politicians, curious, compassionate witches, and a
found family.

Excerpt

France, Summer 1920

“Poplars and plane trees, beeches and birches, or a
mountainside of firs.” Sandro stared into the bottom of his wine glass and tried to keep the
misery at bay. “Is it really too much to wish for a few olive and lemon trees? I’ve not been
near my grove in six years. Six years, Raijin!”

“I know.”

“What if they’ve dug it up?”

“Why would they?”

Sandro set the glass down. “To spite us,” he said.

Raijin stared at him.

“I know, I know. It’s not like me to think badly of people.”
He waved a hand. “But what other interpretation is there for the way Tan Hao treats us?
Every time we finish a task, he finds another one that keeps us from the base. Do you really
think he does that to everyone?”

Raijin wisely kept his mouth shut.

Sandro was grateful. He’d never been a maudlin drunk, but
the last six years had changed many things. Being prevented from visiting the only home
he’d ever known… hurt. Even if he’d barely spent a day alone while the human world tore
itself to pieces.

Maybe he shouldn’t complain. Especially not to Raijin. He
hadn’t been home for far longer, but… He lifted a hand to summon the waiter and order
another bottle of wine, when Raijin stopped him.

“Come along. I have an idea.”

“What kind?”

“The good kind.” Raijin smiled the soft, lopsided smile that
Sandro had no defences against.

“Tell me.”

“In a moment.”

They paid for their meal and left the restaurant, wandering
up the street towards their lodgings. They had their own courtyard garden, had food, and
even wine, but Sandro had been too restless to stay home, and Raijin had indulged
him.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” He tried to express his
gratitude.

“Doing what?”

“Indulging me. I’m… Ignore me.”

“Never.” Raijin unlocked the gate and ushered them into
the place they’d made their base since the Armistice. It was clean, comfortable, and private.
But it wasn’t home.

Sandro had no idea what Raijin meant to do, but he didn’t
have to wonder long. As soon as he’d locked the gate behind them, Raijin took hold of his
arm, opened the veil and tugged Sandro through.

Two steps later, scents of brine and citrus hit his nose. Soft,
springy turf caressed his feet, and one look at the familiar trees had him fight back
tears.

Raijin had brought them to the top of the Custodia base.
Had given Sandro what he’d most needed: a visit to his grove of lemon trees.

If he could have touched all his trees at once, he’d have
done so. Since he lacked that ability, he wrapped his arms around the nearest tree, and
hummed.

The trees responded, impressions wrapping him up like a
cloak: comings and goings, hot sun and sparkling raindrops, a storm from the east. Sandro
soaked it all up like a starving man and shared his own experiences in turn.

After the first sharing was done, Sandro went from tree to
tree, touching, checking, renewing his connection. When he joined Raijin at the centre of
the grove and accepted the glass of wine Raijin had poured him, he hummed with green
energy, his watcher sight as sensitive as it had never been before.

“I wish I could explain—” he began hesitantly.

Only for Raijin to wave it away. “It’s fine. You wanted to
check on your family. I understand.”

Raijin wasn’t demonstrative.

But when he chose to make a point, he took Sandro’s
breath away.

About the Author

Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurring dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a hammer and a laptop.

Jackie loves unexpected reunions and second chances, and men who write their own rules. She blogs about English history and food, has a thing for green eyes, and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat.

And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “A Conspiracy of Ghosts” by Tricia Owens

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Book Title: A
Conspiracy of Ghosts

Author: Tricia
Owens

Cover Artist: Tricia
Owens

Release Date: March 21,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Paranormal M/M
Romance

Tropes: Former lovers, second chance

Themes: Forgiveness, trust

Length: 52 000 words/254
pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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

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Blurb

As young men struggling to deal with their paranormal
abilities, Michael and Dane found relief when they found each other. Michael could hear the
dead. Dane could feel them. Together, they seemed the perfect pair. But chasing ghosts is a
demanding lifestyle, and despite their attraction to each other, their tumultuous
experiences drove them apart.

Eight years later, their paths cross again. They’ve been
pitted against each other in a competition to exorcise a ghost from a B&B. Now that
they’re changed men, Dane is determined to win Michael back. But Michael is distracted by
Jericho, a ghost with the face of an angel but with a core of cruelty. A ghost who knows their
deepest, darkest secrets.

Excerpt

His recent encounter with Dane swam across the surface of
his thoughts, disturbing the meniscus. I’m
willing to forgive if you are. Michael had been
too shocked by the statement to react to it except defensively, but he considered it now
more thoughtfully. Dane wanted them to try to work it out. Dane regretted their break-up.
Michael knew him too well to believe that forgiveness was the only motivation behind the
come-on. Dane wanted to prove to himself that he could pull from Michael what no one
else had been able to: his undivided attention.

Good for him, but Michael wasn’t sure what
he
wanted. Seeing Dane again, this new version of him, had turned his world on its ear. It was
tempting to dismiss the wild, uncontrollable man Dane had once been. With this change
and with his declaration, Dane demanded to be taken seriously as a romantic partner.

As soon as Michael allowed himself to consider the
possibility, he knew he was in trouble.

Slowly, he lay back on the bed and let his hands flop
naturally. One landed on the mattress beside his hip. The other fell on his upper thigh, near
his slowly filling cock. After a pause and an even briefer debate with himself, he lightly
cupped his palm over the growing mound in his jeans.

He hadn’t taken many lovers after Dane. His longest
relationship had been four months with a parapsychology student who’d begged to become
Michael’s assistant despite him not needing one. But the student, Charles, had been
relentless and Michael, flattered and lonely, had given in, allowing the younger man to
accompany him on a handful of cases. The inevitable had occurred. Just as with Dane and all
the others, Charles grew frustrated with what Michael couldn’t give him.

“I feel like I’m dating someone with mental problems,”
Charles had stated bluntly at the end. “You should look into medication.”

Embarrassed and humiliated, Michael had done so. But the
doctor confirmed what he already knew. ADHD wasn’t his problem. Ghosts were. They
refused to be silent.

“And that hasn’t changed even if Dane has,” he murmured
aloud to the empty room.

His clairaudience gift was stronger than ever and his
interest in paranormal investigation was as intense as it had ever been. He didn’t see how he
and Dane could work it out no matter how badly they wanted to. But for the sake of the
moment, for the sake of pretending at being normal, he fantasized about them
managing it.

Intimacy between them had never been planned or even
anticipated. Michael carried the blame for that. Though he’d always found Dane attractive,
he’d usually been too preoccupied to act upon that attraction, leaving it up to Dane to
initiate anything.

“Do you really not know?” Dane had asked the first time,
after he’d lost patience and pushed Michael against a door to kiss him deeply. “Why do you
look so surprised?”

“Because I—” Michael hadn’t known how to explain that
his world was multi-layered and he sometimes got caught up in the wrong one. That is, the
one without the living. He’d known even that early into their relationship that Dane
wouldn’t react well to such an admission. “I wasn’t sure how you felt about me.”

“I’ve been chasing you,” Dane had murmured against his
lips before swiping them with his tongue. “How could you have not known?”

Easily, but Michael said only, “I know now.”

About the Author

Tricia Owens has been
writing m/m fiction since 2000, after stumbling onto the term ‘slash’ and thinking it referred
to horror stories. She is the author of the Sin City, A Pirate’s Life for Me, and Juxtapose City
series, among several others. She lives in Las Vegas.

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Book Title: Marital Bliss:
The Complete Series Box Set

Author: DJ
Jamison

Cover Artist: Cate
Ashwood

Release Date: March 22,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Marriage contract, childhood marriage pact, and fake
engagement are primary tropes. Multi-book set also includes second chance romance,
bi-awakening, and cowboys

Themes: Us against the world, found family, acceptance

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 3 full length-novels
ranging from 85k to 100k. One novella of 38k.

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Marriage contracts. Childhood pacts. Fake
engagements.
Can these men stand together against all the odds for marital bliss?

Blurb

Marital Bliss includes three full-length novels and one
novella that explore themes of love, acceptance, and true family.


Surprise Groom: Caleb Taylor is shocked to learn his family could lose Bliss Island
Resort — their home and livelihood — unless he makes use of a clause to marry the child of
investor Louis Chastain. Sofia Chastain is more like a sister than a love interest, and Caleb
isn’t ready to sign over his future. But Sofia has a brother, and Caleb has a plan
…
Surprise Groom is approximately 90,000
words.

Wrangling A Groom: Wyatt has wanted to
marry Diego since they made a childhood pact, but life got messy and Diego slipped away.
When his first love returns to the ranch for a funeral, Wyatt is determined to win him back
and fulfill the promise that has never left his heart.
Wrangling A Groom is approximately 85,000
words.

Nobody’s Groom: Colby likes everyone —
except the new cowboy on the crew who rubs him the wrong way. TJ is looking for a fresh
start, not a young country boy who provokes him at every turn. They’re both in for a rough
awakening.
Nobody’s Groom is a novella of approximately
38,000 words.

Faking A Groom: When Avery decides to
call his father’s bluff and produce a fiance, his first love, Rory, is the perfect man for the job.
But with a love that never fully faded, not everything is fake…
Faking A Groom is approximately 100,000
words.

All four titles have been published
individually as part of the Marital Bliss series.

Excerpt from Surprise Groom

“So, why did you track me down?” Julien asked before
taking another, larger swallow of coffee. “Must have been important to brave the gay
nightlife of Miami.”

Again, he was straight to the point. Caleb couldn’t
prevaricate in the face of his directness.

“I came to ask you to marry me.”

Julien spit his coffee across the chipped laminate tabletop.
Caleb grabbed a napkin to blot at the puddle while Julien gaped at him, brown droplets
slipping down his chin.

Finally, he swiped a hand over his mouth. “The fuck did you
just say?”

“Just for two years,” Caleb said. “Sorry, I know this is
sudden—”

Julien’s eyes were wide. “You think?”

“I have reasons. This isn’t some creepy stalker
thing.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Julien said. “I thought you came all
the way to Miami because you were secretly in love with me.”

“No, I …” Caleb caught himself, realizing belatedly that
Julien was being sarcastic. “Okay, funny. Obviously, that’s not the case. It’s a long
story.”

“Probably a story you should have led with.”

Hard to argue with that. “Yeah, I guess your bluntness
rubbed off on me.”

Julien muttered something under his breath.

“What was that?” Caleb asked.

“Nothing.”

Julien shifted, his eyes darting away to study the decor.
There were several portraits of famous singers from the fifties and sixties hanging on the
wall. Caleb recognized Elvis, Buddy Holly, and Patsy Cline. He assumed the diner was named
for Holly’s song, Peggy Sue. There were also several autographed pictures of drag
queens.

Sally returned with two plates of pie and slid them onto the
table. They were perfectly triangular in shape, with a thick white foam overlaying the green
layer. Caleb’s saliva glands activated just from looking at the picture-perfect dessert.

“Anything else?” she asked.

Julien shook his head. “Nope.”

“We’re good, thanks,” Caleb added.

Julien fixed him with another of those challenging looks
once Sally had click-clacked her way back to the front counter. It made Caleb want to squirm
in his seat.

“So you want me to marry you,” he said.

“Yes. For two years.”

“You are aware I have a dick, right?”

“It was hard to miss,” he said.

Julien’s skimpy briefs had barely contained his swaying dick
while he danced at the club. But Caleb didn’t need that image in his head right now. Or ever,
really.

“This got weird.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Just now?”

Julien laughed, a warm tenor that curled around Caleb. It
was a note or two deeper than his laugh had been when they went through their
knock-knock joke phase at age ten. But Caleb recognized it.

“Okay, it’s been weird for a while,” Julien admitted. “But I’ll
bite. Why would I marry you, and why would you want me to?”

Caleb sat back, rubbing a hand over his jaw. Now came the
tough part of selling Julien on his idea. “It would be like a business deal. A job, kind of. I have
a contract we would sign.”

“Okay, that’s … not any less weird,” Julien said.

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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