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Book Title: Black Ice Heart (Unveiled Magic, book 1) 

Author: Abrianna Denae

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Sleepy Fox Studio

Release Date: October 19, 2021

Genre: Urban Fantasy 

Tropes: Soul mates, hurt/comfort 

Themes: Slavery, fate

Trigger Warning: Mild torture, suicidal intention & ideation

Heat Rating:  3 flames     

Length:  77 000 words/ 265 pages

It is the first in a new series

The story does not end on a cliffhanger, but there is an overreaching story arc.


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Born into a wealthy and historically infamous family, all Ryson Melford wants is to live a simple life. 

A twist of fate leads him to a man named Jack, changing everything. One touch and Ryson  knows he’ll do whatever it takes to keep Jack in his life, despite the warnings from his brothers.

But Jack is not what he seems. Harboring dark and deadly secrets, he’s a mystery that is inexplicably tied to the Melford family. The closer Ryson and Jack get, the more dangerous things become as the present begins to reflect the past, threatening to destroy what is left of Ryson and his brothers. 

Ryson finds himself trapped between doing what is right for his family and the man he is unexpectedly connected to. When truths come out and past mistakes are repeated, blood will be spilled…and a magic that was all but forgotten is unleashed in a battle that may spell the end for all of them. 


Fire. Sun-warmed earth, fragrant grass. Summer doesn’t bother with words. She wraps her magic around him, so tight he’s barely able to stand.

She yanks on the invisible chains, half dragging him along. The bright throne room is almost blinding. He doesn’t know how long they have kept him in the dark for this time, but he knows it’s been the longest length of time so far.

“Sit,” Mother says.

Summer pushes him down and he falls unceremoniously to the floor.

“Do you know what day it is, amor?” Mother asks.

“N-no, Mother.” His words are stilted. When was the last time he spoke?

“Why, it’s the fiftieth anniversary of your mistake, of course.”

His breath catches in his lungs.

Fifty years he’s been in chains…fifty years since they started torturing him whenever it pleases them.

Since he got Sara killed.

Mother smiles a cruel smile.

“My poor pet. I know it’s been a trying time for you.” She steps up to him.

Her scent envelopes him. Earthy and familiar. When he was younger—before he knew better—that scent meant home and comfort. Now, it’s nothing but a trigger for his nightmares.

“Since it’s such a special day, I have allowed Summer’s request to spend some time with her dear twin.”

His eyes flicker to where Summer stands just off to the side. Her smile is sweet, deceptive. Of all his sisters, she’s the one who hates him the most.

“Well,” Mother says, “enjoy your day, amor.” She leans down and presses a kiss on his cheek. He wants nothing more than to scrub her touch from his skin.

Summer doesn’t even bother telling him to stand. She drags him from the throne room.

His tender, abused flesh aches as it rubs on the marble floors.

Summer tosses him into an empty room.

“I’ve waited a long time for this.”

He stares into his twin’s honey eyes. There’s no warmth in them, not for him. Throughout their long lives, she has been his worst tormentor.

Summer and winter.

Opposites in every way.

One ice-cold, with a warm, generous heart.

The other, hotter than the sun, but stone cold on the inside.

Cherished daughter.

Good for nothing slave.

He always knew this day would come. He resigned himself to its inevitability long ago.

For the last fifty years, he’s endured their punishments, he’s served as their plaything. He cannot remember a time where they didn’t torment him. It has always been this way.

Except Mother had never before allowed Summer to be alone with him. She knew the contempt her youngest daughter held for her unwanted twin. Mother Nature never minded if her pet got damaged, a little magic could heal his injuries. But she knew that if given the chance, Summer would make sure there would be nothing left of him to save.

As he stares into his sister’s eyes, he knows that death has come for him at long last.

About the Author 

Abrianna Denae is a twenty-four-year-old author living in Northern California. An English major, she has always had a passion for writing.

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

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

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

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Author: Abrianna Denae, Claire Marta, Elouise R. East, N.J. Lysk, T.M. Chris

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: TRC Designs

Release Date: October 14

Genre:  Contemporary M/M Romance, Taboo 

Tropes: Forbidden love, Taboo, Age Gap

Pairings:  It’s twincest, uncle/nephew, father/son, and brocest.

Themes: Co-dependence, Taboo Love, Forgiveness, Hope, Life Lessons, Learning from Mistakes

Heat Rating:  4-5 flames   

Length:  85 000 words

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Book Title: The Tea House

Author: Amanda

Publisher: Amanda
Meuwissen Books

Cover Artist: Amanda

Release Date: October 1,

Genre: Horror Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Secret identity, secret powers, first love

Themes: Starting over

Heat Rating: 4 flames

***Note that this contains
graphic blood and violence. Dubious consent could also be called out, since one of them is a
monster in disguise, but the couple does end things on a HFN, even really a HEA.

Length: 18 112

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does not end on a cliffhanger.



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Every rose has its



Jaime is looking for sanctuary and a new start after
escaping his stepfather. With little money to his name, he doubts he can afford the gorgeous
bed and breakfast he stumbles upon, surrounded by tea roses inside and out. Then Logan,
the handsome young concierge, surprises Jaime with a ‘pay what you can’ policy, and Jaime
is instantly smitten.

Little does Jaime know the Tea House is plagued by rumors
of monsters and disappearances and is known by another name.

Hollow House.



“What do you do?” Jaime took his first bite of filet and
nearly had his eyes roll into the back of his head.


“I’m an investigative journalist. Sort of. Trying to be. I work
for an online publication focused on the paranormal and unsolved mysteries right now.
That’s why I’m here.”

“Here? For what?”

“There’s local rumors about this place being cursed or
something and having a run of unexplained disappearances. When it’s not the Tea House,
people call it…” Rick glanced around and leaned closer as if sharing a great secret. “Hollow

Jaime would have laughed, but he couldn’t help the chill
that trickled down his spine. “Hollow? Why that?”

Rick shrugged. “Like a hollow in a tree, I guess. You know, a
bottomless pit that sucks you in and you never leave. Well, some people leave. But there are

Jaime relaxed. Stories was probably all it was, and it wasn’t
hard to imagine where they’d come from with an old building like this and all the mystery
around a benefactor. “I’ll let you know if any of the roses start wilting.”

Rick barked a laugh. “Eh, it pays.”

Logan was finishing up serving the family, after taking a few
custom orders for milk and some extra bread. At least the family genuinely seemed nice, all
thanking Logan affably, even the little girl, who couldn’t have been older than four.

As Logan wheeled the food cart back across the room,
Sheila and Gary stopped him to order wine. There must be a limit on glasses the guests
could have because Gary tried slipping a twenty into Logan’s pocket with a request for a
bottles, but Logan politely refused and set the bill on the table.

Rick stopped him to ask for a glass of wine too. “You,

“Oh, um… I like wine, and my mom used to let me have a
glass or two on occasion, but I’m not old enough.” He felt like a preteen having to say that
even though he was almost twenty and hardly a kid.

“Guess you won’t make an exception in this case either,
huh, Mr. Concierge?” Rick grinned Logan’s way.

Logan looked honestly apologetic. “I’m sorry, Jaime,

“It’s fine,” Jaime broke in. A glass of wine would have been
nice after the day he’d had, but he didn’t want to get Logan in trouble. “Thanks anyway.
Dinner is amazing.”

Logan preened again, and then proceeded to move the cart
into the corner of the room near the door before departing, which still had several covered
plates on it, as if waiting for other patrons.

“Jaime, huh? He’s never used my first name
before,” Rick said with a teasing smirk, and Jaime felt the heat rise in his cheeks. “Don’t
worry. I won’t ask you to try schmoozing for my benefit just coz he likes you. Not that I’m
not tempted. I don’t think I’m ever gonna crack him. I keep trying to catch some of the other
help instead, but they are seriously ghosts. I’ve never seen a single one.”

“Maybe because they’re all really good at their jobs and
like it here,” Jaime offered. It wasn’t hard to tell Logan took great pride in his work. “They
don’t want some reporter getting them fired.”

“Fair.” Rick chuckled. “But a haunting or monster story
exposé could be good for business. People love that stuff! Why do you think I have a job?
Anyway, there’s always at least one unhappy worker. I just need to find them. I was thinking
of staying up as late as I can tonight, maybe take a midnight stroll through the halls. Feel like
joining me?”

Jaime coughed around his next heavenly bite of filet. He
liked Rick. This wasn’t some creep trying to hit on him or get him into trouble, but Rick was
definitely a thrill-seeker and maybe a bit of a bad influence. “I don’t think Logan would be
too happy about that.”

“You like him too, don’t you?” Rick’s grin turned fond older
brother more than pure teasing. “I’m not much of an authority on the subject, but he sure is
pretty. You’re, what? Nineteen, twenty? And he can’t be more than twenty-two. Sounds like
an even match to me.”

“I’m just passing through,” Jaime said with a bashful

Rick caught Jaime’s eye and winked. “Never stopped me.
But I guess that means I can’t convince you to potentially piss pretty boy off, huh?”

“Sorry, I’ll pass.”

“Had to try.”

They enjoyed their meal with Rick telling Jaime about some
of the stories he’d covered in the past. Mostly potential hauntings, and while he had a few
tales of the unexplained happen to him, nothing he’d experienced was concrete evidence of
the paranormal.

Logan brought out the drinks and tended to additional
needs of the guests, including seconds for the family upon request, which Logan provided
from the cart. No matter what Logan was doing, he always passed Jaime a soft smile or
flutter of his long pale lashes whenever their eyes met.


About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy
The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.



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Book Title: By the Red Moonlight

Author: Amanda

Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Kris

Release Date: October 5,

Genre: Shifter Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Forbidden love, enemies to lovers, found family

Themes: Destiny

Heat Rating: 4

Length: 221

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On All Hallow’s Eve when
the sky glows bright…


Alpha werewolf, crime boss, and secret Seer Bashir Bain is
neck-deep in negotiating a marriage of convenience with a neighboring alpha when a tense
situation goes from bad to worse. A job applicant at one of Bash’s businesses—a guy who
was supposed to be a simple ex-cop, ex-con tattoo artist—suddenly turns up

A rogue newborn vampire would have been a big wrench in
Bash’s plans even without his attraction to the man. After all, new vampires are under their
sire’s control, and Ethan Lambert doesn’t even know who turned him. When Bash spares his
life, he opens himself up for mutiny, a broken engagement, and an unexpected—and

Ethan just wants a fresh start after being released from
prison. Before he can get it, he’ll need to turn private investigator to find out who sired him
and what he wants. And he’d better do it quick, because the moon is full, and according to
Bash’s prophecy, life and death hang in the balance.


Blood. Not visible, but he could smell it. A lot of it.
Impossible to detect inside the parlor, because it always carried a faint scent of blood due to
the needle work, but outside, Bash had no doubts. Those who knew about him being a Seer
knew his hunches were never wrong.

A man sprinted toward him and was stopped cold when
Bash shot out an arm to catch him by the throat.

No, not a man.

A vampire.

The hiss and growl and snap of fangs made it difficult to
hold the creature at bay, especially since he was strong—incredibly strong. Bash could
barely contain him, which should not have been a challenge as an Alpha against a newborn,
but that’s what this vampire had to be, because Bash recognized him, and he hadn’t been a
vampire a few hours ago. The sire had to be powerful to create a fledgling this strong on its
first night turned.

“A shame we couldn’t offer you that job, Mr. Lambert,”
Bash said evenly. Poor man never even made it out of the neighborhood after his

Lambert—Ethan Lambert, Bash recalled—snapped
again with a click of fangs. A shame indeed, but this had to be Ethan. Bash would have
known anyone else lurking about these streets, shifter or human, and the young vampire
had natural red hair and a handsome face beneath the raging hunger, just how Siobhan had
described him.

Shifter eyes glowed with power when they gave in to their
true forms, but a vampire’s changed entirely. They shone yellow when fed, amber when
hungry, and red when feral. Ethan’s eyes matched the moon above. What little control he
might have had if he wasn’t a newborn was buried in the back of his mind by the
overwhelming need to feed.

“The hell?” Deanna bellowed from the mouth of the alley,
throwing back her shoulders and letting her fangs and claws extend, her skin darkening to a
deep indigo-black, fur sprouting rapidly across her skin. She was ready to tear the vampire
to pieces as soon as Bash threw him her way, which was what Bash planned to do….

When he caught the glow of the scarlet moon above
Ethan’s head.

Somewhere deep within the red of Ethan’s eyes was green.
Bash couldn’t see it, but he knew, like a vision of the man Ethan had once been, beautiful
and smiling and utterly enchanting.

With a howl, Bash slammed Ethan’s head down into the
pavement once, twice, three times before he stilled.

“What did you do that for?” Deanna growled. “Rip his
damn head off!”

“No,” Bash said, the claws of the hand that had seized
Ethan the only part of him changed, and now that too shifted back. He bent beside Ethan,
whose fangs were still visible with his lips parted, but his eyes were closed, chest still since
he no longer needed to breathe. “We’re bringing him back to the den. I have

“What?” Deanna balked, all towering force even as she
shifted human, save the glow of her burning violet eyes. “That’s a vampire, Bash! A

“I’m aware, and we are taking him back with us. Now pick
him up.”

“Fat chance!”

“Deanna, I am your—”

“Fuck you, big shot Alpha! When you’re being an idiot,

you’re just Bash, and you can’t go bringing some fanger home when negotiations with
Russell are heating up. If you ever thought a Halloween was the night, this is the one. Kill the
guy and be done with it.”

That was the easy answer, but if it was easy, why bother
with a prophecy? When had a vampire even entered Bash’s city? And what did it want? It
couldn’t be a coincidence that Ethan had been turned and left on Bash’s doorstep.

Vampires were vermin, an infestation to be rid of if even
one was discovered in pack territory. As they aged, they became far stronger than shifters,
which was why they had to be eradicated before they spread, or they might take over. They
were messy and foolish and too easily made feral, just like their wild newborns. Better to kill
them on sight, always. Bash couldn’t even remember the last time a vampire had been
spotted in Centrus City.

But if the prophecy meant for Bash to kill Ethan, why have
his art so entrancing? Why have his eyes cut through Bash like bullets? Why have every part
of Bash’s instincts screaming at him that killing was not the answer? There were too many
connecting pieces for him to take the easy route like his father would have in his

“Pick him up. If I’m right, my future betrothed never needs
to know.”

“Yeah,” Deanna scoffed despite bending to do as ordered,
“and if you’re wrong, we’re all screwed.”

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy
The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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Book Title: Wicked Lovely (The Black Blade Chronicles, Book

Author: J.K.

Publisher: Euphoria

Cover Artist: J.K. Hogan @

Release Date: October 12,

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers

Themes: Adventure/quest (kind of Game of Thrones-esque but

Heat Rating: 4

Length: 90 000

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series and not a standalone story.
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Darkness grows in the realm of Taleth. To the west, a
power-hungry despot schemes to conquer kingdoms and territories alike by chasing an
ancient elven prophecy that could give him the power to rule all. In the east, after a prince’s
murder goes years unanswered, a princess learns there was much more to her brother’s
death—and to her life—than she realized.

The House of Kjenelach is shaken to its foundation when
Princess Sigrid is stolen away. Her faithful guardian, Sir Senne Clayward, reluctantly accepts
help from his nemesis, a notorious halfling mercenary of questionable morals—but
indispensable tracking skills—called Kasimir vas Hjardar.

Kasimir makes his living hunting monsters, both creatures
and men. While he exists outside the law, he lives by his own unassailable code of honor. At
the top of that list: never harm a child. When he turns down a contract to kidnap Sigrid and
later finds out she was taken by someone else, he offers his help to the prickly knight tasked
with protecting her.

Together, they embark upon a journey across the continent
to save Sigrid and foil King Prosper’s plans to conquer Taleth. The way is fraught with
dangers and pitfalls, from supernatural beasts to Senne’s deathly fear of magic, but they
must not fail, for Sigrid may very well be the savior of the realm: the long prophesied
Aisnellach Fuil. Somehow, the two men must set their differences aside and work together
to rescue Sigrid, and possibly find love along the way.

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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Book Title: Wheels Down (Food Truck Warriors #5)

Author: Beth

Publisher: Beth Bolden

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood

Release Date: September 30,

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, forced proximity, found family

Themes: Forgiveness, acceptance, friendship

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 76 000

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Shaw isn’t his
friend—until Ross discovers he’s so much more.


Ross Stanton is having a bad week—a bad month—really, a
year. But the last thing he wants, after the betrayal of his friend and business partner, is
for anyone else to know just how much he’s fighting for survival.

He’s struggling to keep his food truck and to maintain
appearances, but what Ross doesn’t realize is that Shaw Finley, the bartender from the
Funky Cup, has seen right through his charade.

Shaw offers the couch in his apartment over the bar,
suggesting that saving money on rent might help salvage Ross’ failing prospects.

Even though he doesn’t really consider them friends, Ross
discovers that Shaw is great to talk to, easy to look at, and he
likes him. Late nights
and lazy mornings and evenings with only the polished wood of the bar between them lead
to an attraction that Ross can’t deny—and that Shaw doesn’t even try to.

But falling in love isn’t as easy as falling into bed together,
and Ross isn’t even sure what he feels
is love, until he figures out that it
couldn’t possibly be anything else.


Shaw removed his glass, replaced it with a full cup of water and ice, and then a moment
later he was back, with a plate full of delicious-smelling food.

“Steak and mushroom hoagie, with horseradish aioli,” Shaw said, depositing it in front of
him, “and our famous sweet potato fries.”

“They’re famous?” Ross wondered, even as he realized he had heard people
talking about them.

“According to our Yelp reviews,” Shaw said. “Can I grab you anything else?”

Ross was about to ask for napkins, because the sandwich looked absolutely delicious but
also messy, but then one appeared next to him, like Shaw had known he’d need

“I think I’m good, thanks,” Ross said, and picked up the sandwich. It had a surprising heft to
it, and he had to give Jackson and Shaw credit—they’d revamped the kitchen and the work

they’d put in showed. When he took a bite, he was even more impressed, half a dozen
flavors exploding across his tongue as he chewed spiced sliced steak working in perfect
complement to the earthiness of the mushrooms.

“You’re nodding over there,” Shaw said, his voice teasing. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

Ross finished chewing and swallowed. “Really good,” he said. “I’m impressed.”

“Wow,” Shaw said, looking surprised. Too surprised.

“Am I really that notorious?” Ross asked, before he thought better of it. He ate a handful of
sweet potato fries and they were really good too. “That picky?”

He didn’t really want to hear the answer; he really didn’t want to hear Shaw’s

“Not exactly notorious,” Shaw said, returning to slicing his lemons.

“Then what exactly?”

Shaw sighed and put down the knife.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he said with resignation.

“I am?”

Ross almost told him to forget it. After all, hearing the truth was probably not going to be all
that enlightening and might actually make the next few months of living together

Shaw smiled then, and it wasn’t the same smile he gave to all the random guys at the bar. It
was softer, sweeter, more genuine somehow. Ross had never seen it before, and it hit him
somewhere deep, a place where he hadn’t felt much of anything in years.

Maybe the last time had been when his grandmother had smiled at him, over pots and pans
and pie dishes.

“You gotta know that you’ve got the best food at that whole lot,” Shaw said. “Objectively.
The other food there is good, don’t get me wrong, but those guys? You know
why they keep you at arm’s length? They’re all terrified of you, though they’d rather die
than admit it. You’re brilliant. You should be working in the best, the fanciest, the most
expensive restaurants, and instead you’ve got this food truck and it’s just amazing. Every
time I go to Basket, I’m blown away.”

“And,” Shaw continued, leaning over, his blue eyes twinkling again, and Ross’ breath caught
in his throat, “you’re gonna get me in trouble, because Jackson would have my ass for not
thinking Alexis serves the best food on the lot.”

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’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.

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Book Title: Relevant Law (The Fearless Heart, #2)

Author: Janice


Cover Artist: Janice Jarrell
and Robin E. Vuchnich

Release Date: September 25,

Genre: Contemporary M/M

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Suspense, Angst, Abduction and Rescue

Heat Rating: 4

Length: 91 638 words/
around 215 pages

It is part of a series but can
be read as a standalone.



Buy Links – Available in Kindle

Amazon US | Amazon UK


Sometimes love is defined
by fear.



They’d been through it all and emerged victorious. Now

they stood on the very brink of a whole new life bursting with possibilities and renewed
hope for the future. Colin will take the bar exam and begin his promising career as an
Assistant Commonwealth Attorney for the city of Charlottesville. Joshua receives his second
Ph.D. and adds Forensic Psychologist to his list of achievements. What could possibly go


And then:

Three students are abducted from the University of Virginia
campus. All three are recovered alive but have been sexually assaulted and brutally beaten.
From his new position as Assistant Commonwealth Attorney, Colin partners with both
campus and city police in a combined task force determined to solve these horrific crimes
and put the perpetrator behind bars. But can they succeed before the ‘campus abductor’
strikes again?


The abusive and volatile husband of one of Joshua’s
patients threatens his life. Suddenly Joshua is under siege as he is stalked both at work and
at home by an unstable assailant.

Entangled in both these life-threatening situations, Colin
struggles to protect both the university he loves and the man he adores. But…


“Oh god, Josh, my sweet love, if anything’s happened to
you…” his voice trailed off, unable to voice the unthinkable.


“NO! Joshua’s
mind shrieked. I can’t give up! I won’t give up! Colin will come! He’ll come!”


Warning: This novel discusses sensitive material
which may be distressing to some readers. Relevant Law explores themes of abduction,
physical violence, and non-graphic sexual assault.



Colin surged to his feet and strode toward the front desk
just as Ray, the desk sergeant entered. He grabbed Colin’s arm and drew him toward the
door. “A friend of yours found Joshua’s car by the Culbreth.” He shoved Colin toward the
door where several uniformed officers waited. “Go with the guys!”

Without uttering a sound he moved through the station
house door and into the darkness beyond. He felt the cool night air touch his face and as he
lurched to a halt his heart jackhammered against his chest. “Oh, sweet Jesus,
no!” he whispered, feeling his insides twist with horror. “NO!” As he reached
the squad car, he felt a strong hand grab his arm and guide him into the vehicle.

“Just take it easy, Colin. We’ll find him.”

When the squad car approached the street where the
Culbreth Theater was located they were nearly blinded by the spinning flash of police and
ambulance lights. The area was already surrounded by law enforcement and Colin spotted
both campus and city police cars parked at random angles, blocking off the street forcing
them to stop where they were.

He bolted from the car and ran to where several police
officers were gathered. Some were bending to examine the ground, and the beam from
various flashlights darted here and there as others examined every inch of ground, sidewalk,
bushes, and street.

“Colin!” a voice called, and he spun to see Lenny striding
toward him. “Ray called me,” Lenny said, grabbing Colin in a tight embrace. “We’ll find him,
Colin. I promise you. We’ll find him.”

He saw flashing police lights in the parking lot across the
street and sprinted across the busy avenue to join them. He spotted Joshua’s car at once,
surrounded by several uniformed police and moved toward it. As he approached, one of the
officers grabbed his arm. “Colin, don’t touch it! We want to check it for prints or other

Colin nodded but gave no response. He turned away and
blindly stumbled back across the street to the theater. For a moment he stood, surrounded
by the flashing lights, hearing the murmur of somber voices, feeling himself teetering on the
edge of collapse. “Josh,” he moaned. “Oh god, this can’t be happening.”

He felt Lenny take his arm and lead him to one side. “Take
it easy, buddy. Just let the guys work. They’ll figure it out. We’ll find him, Colin. We’re
searching his car now, looking for anything that might help us. We can’t find his cellphone

Colin lowered his head and nodded without fully
understanding, then spun as the sound of heartbroken sobbing reached his ears. He saw

David kneeling on the ground, embracing someone who was bent over, clutching a cloth
garment, rocking back and forth as if in pain. He moved to where David knelt and fell to the
ground beside him. The voice was Nate’s.

“I heard him!” Nate choked out, shaking with sobs. “I heard
him cry out, but I ignored it. Thought I was imagining things! It’s my fault! He brought me
my jacket and it’s my fault! Oh god, oh god, oh god! Josh!” He lifted his head and his
tear-streaked face twisted in pain when he saw Colin kneeling beside him. “Oh god, Colin,
forgive me!”



About the Author

My name is Janice Jarrell. I
am a retired grandmother who lives in Seattle, WA. I have two children and three
grandsons. I’ve been writing gay romance since I was twelve years old, only back then it
called ‘gay romance’. In fact, it had no name at all. It was the fifty’s, and
it was worth your life to admit to being gay, let alone confess to being a girl who constantly
fantasized about relationships between gay men. Hell, I didn’t even know what a
was. I lived on a farm out in the sticks in a tiny Michigan village and I’d
never, to my knowledge, even heard the word. I just knew I loved the thought of boy-on-boy
romance. I just
knew that there was something hot going on between Tom
Corbett and his Space Cadets and all those guys on ‘Combat’.

I wrote slash fanfiction for 30
years, writing over 337 stories, some as short as 100 words (a drabble), some as long as a
series which was over 119,012 words. I enjoy writing my stories. I enjoyed the feedback I
received from my readers. It was a creative release I’d been searching for my entire life and I
blessed the Internet for leading me to this artistic oasis for my spirit.

Love’s Magic was
my very first step into writing my
own characters. I will always be grateful
to the slash fanfiction community for nurturing the budding author until she was ready to
blossom into a fully realized novelist. It’s been an amazing thing to watch the gay
community’s growth over these past twenty years. My own journey has echoed theirs in
many ways, and I’m grateful to all those gay activists who fought to give the gay community
the rights and privileges they
deserved. Love’s Trials, Love’s Glory, and Love’s
Lawyer were the second and third, and forth books in the series and all four books are
available in audio format on Audible.

I’m also grateful to the gay

romance community, readers, authors, publishers and promoters, who are making these,
my retirement years, the most creative ones of my life. When I’m not writing, I’m traveling,
walking, hiking, knitting, crocheting, and weaving.

I’m very excited about the
upcoming release of my fifth contemporary gay romance novel, Relevant Law. Those of you
who fell in love with Joshua and Colin in the four previous books in this series are in for a bit
of angst in this latest episode. A dark and sinister cloud hangs over the University of Virginia
after three students are abducted, raped and beaten. Colin works with both campus and city
police to catch the perpetrator, but his hard work and effort proves futile when Joshua turns
up missing!

Despite their struggles there
are still many passionate, loving moments and the friends they treasure will be there to help
them find their way.


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Book Title: Caught (A Balance of Magic #1)

Author: Jackie

Publisher: Jackie

Cover Artist: Jackie

Release Date: September 24,

Genre: M/M Fantasy

Tropes: love vs. duty, cinnamon roll death god, 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: 52 000

This is book #1 in the series.
The romance ends on a HFN. The main story arc
continues across all three books, and Tenzen and Rakurai will get their HEA at the end of
book #3.


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Rakurai hunts demons. He doesn’t consort with gods. Until
he meets Tenzen.

Tenzen cares for souls. He despises the callous,
self-absorbed Yuvine. Until he meets Rakurai.

A rescue and a sacrifice make a death god and a hunter fall
in love, but a life of bliss is not on the cards. Someone is disturbing the balance of magic,
leaving two worlds in danger. And while desire draws Rakurai and Tenzen together, duty,
assassins, and clan politics keep them apart.

Who will Tenzen and Rakurai save in the end? Two worlds
or each other?

Caught starts a new mm paranormal
romance series, A Balance of Magic, featuring mortals and immortals from both sides of the
veil, old promises, new revelations, and a bloody fight between love and duty. It is the first
book of a trilogy and ends with a HFN. The characters will get their HEA in the final


He walked through the mists, gaze scanning the trees and
bushes lining the path. Judging by the colour of the leaves and the bounty of fruit, the
seasons still aligned on both sides of the veil, though the time of day did not. He’d left the
human realm in the late afternoon, yet here it appeared to be early morning. And
something—or someone—called to him.

There were no words, just a powerful tug on his awareness.
A tug that made him want to follow the path, walk faster, run—

He stopped.


The tug eased a fraction, but didn’t disappear.

“Who are you and what do you want?” The trees

swallowed Rakurai’s question and returned no answer. Could this be the rafeet’s doing? Did
it have the power to make Rakurai rush headlong into a trap? He’d never read of such a

He took a careful step forward.

The tug eased a little more.

He took a step back the way he’d come.

The tug grew stronger.

“Understood,” he said, irony strong in his voice. He had to
find the rafeet, but he could spare some time to see what other creature had need of

He followed the path, watching the bark of the trees, the
grass, and the rushes underfoot for signs of the rafeet’s passing. There weren’t any now. The
demon wouldn’t hunt on its own turf, and it would take care not to lead a hunter to its lair.

It grew warmer as Rakurai walked, and the sun had passed
its zenith when he topped a ridge overlooking a manor house set in a neat pattern of fields.
The dwelling looked much like his own: three wings of rooms arranged around a courtyard,
dark wooden beams on foundations of rough stone, with a veranda edging each wing, and
shoji screens hiding the interior from view.

Servants passed back and forth, and Rakurai saw people
tending the fields. He thought about approaching openly, like a traveller looking for a place
to rest, but finally dismissed the idea. Instead, he slept the afternoon away, up on his ridge,
then slid through the fields under cover of dusk, found a sheltered spot beside the house,
and waited for full darkness.

The statue in the courtyard had drawn him here, he
realised as he came closer. Shaped like a tall man with long flowing hair, it stood on a plinth
surrounded by water. The artist had caught each swirl of robes and hair with precision, as if
the figure walked in a light breeze and was just about to take the next step. It was an
exceptional work, worthy of an emperor’s court, and Rakurai wondered who had stolen it,
and why.

He waited until a cloud dimmed the moonlight, then
crossed the courtyard to get as close to the sculpture as he could.

The statue regarded him from glowing violet eyes, and the
moment their gazes connected a voice, deep and commanding, rang in Rakurai’s

Get me out of here!

Rakurai recoiled so hard he almost landed on his arse. He’d
not had another’s voice in his mind since Naomi’s death and the sudden command—and
command it had been—came as a shock. He wrapped himself in mist, hoping to hide his
hasty movements, and heard a chuckle.

I can still see you, Yuvine.

I wasn’t hiding from you, Rakurai thought, using the same pathways he’d have used to talk
to Naomi. It didn’t feel as strange as he’d expected.

You don’t need to try so hard, either. I’m not

What are you?

Can’t you tell? The sculpture shot back, its eyes flashing violet.

Only death gods, Shinigami, had violet eyes. Rakurai had
never met a death god. Or thought that they stood frozen on plinths, surrounded by

And then it all came together.

A demon trap.

Yes. The
voice held so much sorrow that tears gathered in the corners of Rakurai’s
It caught me as I was returning from a soul

Rakurai could fill in the rest for himself. If the Shinigami had
gathered souls that had died in fear and pain, he’d have appeared like a walking banquet to
the rafeet.
It wants the souls.

It will not have them, the god said. Even if
it keeps me trapped here for the rest of my years. Are you hunting the rafeet?

I am.

Then you can help me escape this prison and we can
defeat it together.

Why would I do that?

Because if you try it alone, you will fail. This rafeet isn’t
like the others.

Rakurai hesitated. It was common knowledge that
Shinigami valued truth and honour above all other traits. Despite that, his teachers had
warned him to mistrust the gods and never to do their bidding.

Help me out of this trap and I will grant you a boon of
your choosing,
the Shinigami offered as if he
had heard Rakurai’s thoughts.

Rakurai stared into the glowing violet eyes and recalled the
hint of mirth when the god had first spoken to him. Any being capable of mirth while caught
in a rafeet’s trap deserved his respect and his help. He drew a deep breath.
I am Yamakage Rakurai, hunter for the Custodia,
he offered. And gathered all his courage.
Will you honour me with your

The impression of a smile came to him first, comforting like
a cool wash of summer rain on parched ground. Then the Shinigami’s chuckle sent shivers
rippling over Rakurai’s skin.
You are a brave
man, Yamakage Rakurai, to trust me with your name. Such bravery shall not go unrewarded.
Again, Rakurai felt the smile. My name is Tenzen.

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

For questions and comments, not restricted to

green eyes, bus stops or recipes for traditional English food, you can find Jackie Keswick in
all the usual places:

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