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Book Title: Full Speed Ahead (Food Truck Warriors #4)

Author: Beth
Bolden

Publisher: Beth Bolden
Books

Cover Artist: AngstyG Book
Cover and Media Design

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Trope/s: Bodyguard, found family

Theme: Hurt/comfort

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 84 000
words

It is book 4 in the series.

The author recommends that
readers read at least one of the other books first.

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Lennox’s favorite escape is
the Food Truck Warriors . . .until it needs his protection.

Blurb

Ash isn’t running from his past—he’s already left it way
behind. He’s built a business from scratch, using all the lessons that his father taught him,
and every day at his food truck is a challenge he was born to tackle.

But when a stalker appears, hinting that he knows the
secrets Ash has tried so hard to bury, he needs more help than his food truck friends can
provide. He needs a professional.

Lennox is a mystery. He’s been coming around the Food
Truck Warriors for months now, and nobody knows if that’s even his real name. But Ash
knows he’s fascinated by the man, and the feeling seems to be mutual.

When the threat to Ash becomes a little too real, Lennox
intervenes, and finally, the electricity between them transforms into something very much
like love. But now their safety—and their hearts—are on the line.

Excerpt

After climbing into the truck, Ash set his coffee on the counter and checked his watch. His
delivery should be here any moment, if they were on time, which . . . Ash had learned
practically from the cradle what to do with suppliers who wouldn’t keep to their timelines or
couldn’t be relied upon.

They really didn’t want to be late today.

Ash wasn’t in the mood for it.

He glanced out the front window, and froze.

There was a piece of paper taped to it—something that had definitely not been there when
he’d closed up last night.

Ash stared at the words, printed in damning black and white.

It was an interview that his father had done—likely one of hundreds, if not thousands, he’d
done over the course of his illustrious career. But in this one, he had mentioned his son,
Oliver. Who Stephan Atkinson had said with some humor, liked to be called Ash.

A silly affectation, his father told the interviewer, that he would grow out of.

Ash had been . . . maybe thirteen or fourteen if he remembered correctly, when this article
had come out, and he’d been furious. It had been one of the many things he’d been pissed
at his father for.

Now someone had found it, dredged it out of the bowels of magazine hell, had photocopied
it, and taped it to his window. Not facing outwards, so anyone could see it, but
inwards, so only Ash could.

Fury flashed with a frightening power through him. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his keys,
and with shaking fingers, locked up behind him. Walked around to the front of his truck, tore
the paper off, leaving the edges trapped by the neatly placed tape fluttering in the early
morning breeze, and forgoing his bicycle, took off for the one place that he’d told himself he
would not go.

Who else could have done this? Ash thought angrily as he stormed towards his
destination. It was still so early the streets were essentially empty. He’s the only one
who knows.

The building that Tony had described was only a few blocks away.

It had been remodeled, with a glass-front office on the lower level, and a living space on the
top. There were a separate set of stairs leading to a discreet door on a wrought iron landing.

A discreet black-lettered sign, matching the wrought iron of the stairs and contrasting with
the freshly painted taupe stucco of the building itself, indicated that this was the offices of
Protectorate.

It might be early, but Ash could see a figure already in the office below.

Tony had mentioned offhandedly that Lennox was a workaholic, always in the office, so it
was not a huge stretch to imagine that it was him, up early, and already working.

Ash walked over to the door, and pulled it, fully expecting it to be locked, but to his surprise
it opened easily.

Even though he must have been the one to unlock it, Lennox looked up with shock as he
walked in.

Ash imagined they probably didn’t get much foot traffic.

He stomped over to where Lennox sat at a desk, and slapped the paper down in front of
him.

“What the fuck is this?” he demanded to know.

Lennox stared at the writing. He took his time answering, clearly reading through the words
on the page once, and maybe even twice. Finally he looked up. “It looks like an interview
that your father did, talking about his restaurants, and also his son.” He hesitated. “You.”

“Yes, thank you, I can read just as well as you can,” Ash bit off. “What I mean is why
was it taped to my truck’s front window this morning?”

“Taped to your . . .”

“And not facing out, but facing in,” Ash interrupted. “So I would see it, but
nobody else. Someone wants me to know they’ve figured out who my father is.”

“And you think that’s me.”

Ash gestured wildly, pacing between Lennox’s desk, and the other, currently unoccupied.
“Who else could it be?”

“Do you really think I needed to do this to get your attention?” Lennox asked, his tone dry.

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Book Title: Lawful Attraction

Author: Elouise
East

Publisher: Elouise
East

Cover Artist: Maria
Vickers

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Trope: Opposites
attract

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

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: approx 70 000
words

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

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There’s a fine line
between protecting and stalking…

Blurb

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

There’s a fine line between protecting and
stalking…

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

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

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

Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

“Logan,” he growled.

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

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

of his name on Black’s lips.

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

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

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

“No, not Jesus, just Bastien.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

About the Author

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Book Title: BREATHE (London Love book 1)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: May 15,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Adult entertainment industry, Heartbreak, Found
family

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 108 758 words/
300pages

It is a standalone
story.

It is Book 1 in the London
Love series.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About the Author

Sophia Soames should be old
enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV
shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and
has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.

Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.

She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.

Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.

Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms

Christina Stern is a
Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do
the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram

Aurelia Morris is a
cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums
under more aliases that she can keep track of.

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