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Book Title: Red’s Wolf

Author: Beth
Laycock

Publisher: Rainbow Romance
Press

Cover Artist: Free To Be
Creative Co

Release Date: November 10,
2021

Genre: Paranormal romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, age gap, snowed-in together

Themes: Found family, learning to accept yourself

Heat Rating: 3 – 4 flames

Length: approx 28 000
words

It is the first book in a series
of standalone books/novellas and does not end on
a cliffhanger.

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A fairy-tale retelling
with a paranormal twist!

Blurb

Concerned for his gran’s health, Red braves the
snow-covered forest to ensure she’s safe in the worsening weather. After several encounters
over recent months, Red is both hoping to run into the huntsman again whilst also dreading
he might because he knows their friendship can’t lead to more, no matter how much he
wishes it might.

A glimpse of his huntsman distracts Red and he stumbles
away from the safety of the woodland path straight into the danger known as the wolf of
Bowland. Shaken, but unharmed, Red manages to escape to the safety of his gran’s cottage
to recover.

Despite Red’s reservations, the pair grow closer after they
end up snowed in together at the huntsman’s cabin, but can Aldrich help Red accept there is
nothing wrong with who he is? Or will Red let his secret and insecurities come between
them? Especially when he finds out his huntsman is hiding a secret of his own.

This M/M romance from Beth Laycock features friends
to lovers, an age gap, snowed-in together, shifters and witches, and of course a
HEA.

Excerpt

I stopped as I reached the twisted oak and drew in a deep
breath, and then slowly blew it out in a plume of white vapour. Hope warred with
trepidation. I didn’t know the man all that well, we’d met a handful of times over the last
few months in the woods to stop and talk, but I knew enough that I liked the man and
wanted to discover more about him.

And those encounters in the secluded woods had left me
wanting more. More glimpses of the toned body that was hinted at beneath his clothes.
More opportunities to listen to his lilting, almost musical voice as we chatted about
everything and nothing. More chances to lose my senses in his intoxicating musky scent with
that spicy hint of cinnamon.

And didn’t that just spell trouble with a capital T. Looking
forward to seeing the huntsman could only lead to heartache. I doubted one night with him
would be anywhere near enough. And I didn’t do relationships. Couldn’t.

With a brush of my palm over the twisted oak’s trunk, I
veered off to the right and towards Gran’s. The hairs on the back of my neck lifted and as I
raised my gaze…there he was. As if thinking about him had conjured him out of thin air, and
I sucked in an icy breath.

Crouched in the distance, blurred by the snow that had
begun to fall again, but I’d have recognised him anywhere. I took a step towards him.
Adrenaline surged through my veins as excitement and anticipation spurred me closer. I
couldn’t drag my gaze off him as he reached out a hand to the snow.

What is he doing?

Too engrossed by the vision of the huntsman, I must have
wandered to the edge of the path because I stumbled over a small boulder hidden beneath
the blanket of snow. I cried out as I fell, throwing out my hands to break my fall and to try to
keep me on the path as my gran’s warnings rang out in my head. Never leave the path, Red. It’s not safe in the woods if you’re not
on the path, that’s the only place I can protect you out there.

But it was too late. As my elbow connected with the
ground, it was cushioned by the soft earth of the forest floor instead of hard stone. Pain
ripped through my body, and every bone ached as the curse took hold of me.

I rolled onto my side as my hands morphed into paws,
claws flicking out, and grey fur sprouting over every inch of my skin. My eyes shifted
position and my vision dimmed to only muted colours as my sense of hearing
heightened—the scuffle of some small animal scurrying away along a branch, the whisper of
the snow falling on the ground, the slow, deep breaths of the huntsman in the
distance—and my ears twitched.

My fangs dropped from my gums to replace my useless
regular teeth, and my nose lengthened into a snout as the smells of the forest overwhelmed
me. I could scent the huntsman even from this distance. And that tug I felt in my chest every
time I saw him intensified to the point I almost threw my head back and howled.

The cinnamon tang of him had saliva dripping from my
fangs, and I shuddered at the thought of sinking them into his warm, soft flesh. I shook my
head, trying to rid the idea from my mind as I scrambled to my paws, but I could almost feel
the give of his skin beneath my fangs as they sliced through him.

My wolf did not control me. I would not bite a human. My
heart throbbed at the thought, especially at the notion of harming the huntsman. It seemed
wrong somehow, even though it was in my wolf nature to kill, and I couldn’t deny that weird
urge—bite, bite, bite—whenever I was around him.

The snap of a twig made me flinch. It was so loud and
brought my surroundings back into sharp focus. A glance over my shoulder confirmed my
worst fears. The huntsman was headed straight for me.

I bounded away in the other direction, dodging between
trees in the hope of shaking him off my trail. Of course, I didn’t. He was a huntsman and he
easily tracked my paw prints in the snow despite the fact he couldn’t match my
pace.

I circled back to where I’d stumbled off the path, crossing
over my original paw prints to throw him off my tail. My tongue lolled out despite the cold
nip in the air. I darted behind the twisted oak tree, my ears twitching as I listened for the
huntsman. Nothing.

I hung my head and drew in a breath. The big bad wolf
escapes his hunter.

About the Author

Beth Laycock’s books are
influenced by her time living overseas as well as the gritty, urban landscape of the north of
England where she grew up. She has been reading romance since she was old enough to tell
herself that line every book lover does—just one more chapter.

As a teenager, she attempted
to write her first novel, and many more since then are still gathering dust on her bookshelf.
It wasn’t until she discovered the M/M genre that her muse showed up and refused to quit
telling her stories about beautiful men finding love together. She hasn’t stopped scribbling
them down since. Beth’s muse usually shows up when she is in the shower, is allergic to
cleaning, rarely lets her watch TV, and insists she drinks copious amounts of coffee so she
can turn caffeine into words.

Beth’s books range from
sweet to sexy, long to short, contemporary to paranormal, but a HEA is always
guaranteed.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Taste: London Love – Book 2” by Sophia Soames

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Book Title: TASTE
(London Love #2)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher:
Self-Published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: November 1,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Trope: Enemies to
lovers

Theme: Hotel, London,
Hurt/Comfort

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 91 000
words

It is a standalone story and
the second book in the London Love series.

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There is a fine line
between love and hate.

Blurb

“Emotional, funny, gripping, and heart-wrenching, Sophia
Soames’ books pulled me in and stuck with me well after. Highly recommend.” —Jennifer
Cody, author of the Diviner’s Game and Shattered Pawns universe.

Finn Christensen doesn’t do feelings. He doesn’t do
relationships either and when he has an itch to scratch, there are always clubs and
hook-ups. He works every hour of the day as the Front Office manager for the Clouds
Westminster Hotel in central London. He’s respected in the industry, and as senior
management, deserves the reputation and fear his name carries.
Then award-winning restauranteur Mark Quinton
swans in like he owns the bloody place, and Finn’s carefully managed world starts to fall
apart.

Mark Quinton needs. He’s impulsive and stupid and
childish and probably the last person in the world who should be allowed to run the Food
and Beverage department at the Clouds Westminster Hotel, however many brilliant ideas he
has and seems to manage to miraculously pull off. He needs. And he needs Finn
Christensen.

It’s a match made in hell. A recipe for disaster.
There will be a bloodbath one day. They all know. Everyone knows.

TASTE is the second book in the London Love
series, following four extraordinary ordinary couples living real fairy-tales in the city of
London. TASTE is a hurt/comfort, enemy-to-lovers romance set behind the scenes in a busy
inner-city business hotel.


Trigger-warnings for off-page mentions of
domestic violence, kleptomania, depression, ADHD and culinary crimes involving cheese.
HEA.

Excerpt

Finn Christensen, though, was just that. Textbook dull and
insanely boring. The man only owned slick, grey suits, wore the same black tie every
goddamn day and needed to learn how to grow a beard. Despite being well into his forties,
he had a babyface and a crown of almost angelic blonde curls on the top of his head. He
must have mislaid his halo at some point because there was nothing angelic about

him.

He never spoke to me, apart from random snide remarks
and the trademark eye-rolls he seemed to have honed on me. His thick curls were always a
mess of natural perfection, his lips always pursed in a tight scowl, and there were definitely
firm muscles showing through the fitted shirts that were his preferred attire. I’d caught him
staring at me a few times during these meetings, just a glance, and then he would take a
swig of his water bottle and look away. I knew he disliked me. Fuck that—he bloody hated
me for some reason I didn’t fully understand.

The problem was, I couldn’t really peg him down, however
much I wanted to. He was way above my league professionally, having worked himself up
from the ground, gaining experience on the back of some posh hotel management degree.
His office displayed an impressive wall full of hospitality diplomas from well-known
establishments, and he always looked immaculate, in his bloody posh suit-and-tie combos,
while I was happy to slum it in one of my favourite floral shirts and black jeans. I’d heard
whispers he’d wanted the F&B gig, but I didn’t believe that. He was the front-of-house
manager, which held a lot more clout in the management world than the dude who fiddled
around with room service yields and made sure the breakfast service made a profit.

And still he hated me.

I knew he was gay. Everyone did, like they knew I was an
equal opportunities kind of guy, swinging freely from having a hot girlfriend to being the
man-whore of the moment when I felt that need. We didn’t hold back with those personal
need-to-knows in the Clouds hotel world, so we knew most things about everyone in the
company. I didn’t even have to fill people in or ask for the low-down because my wait staff
were the biggest gossipmongers in the world and happily kept tabs on all the current drama,
telling me before things got out of hand, which they did, on a daily basis. Not only did my
happily bed-hopping staff shag like rabbits and fall in and out of favour at the drop of a hat,
but I had to reluctantly admit to having caused some of that drama myself. My last bed
partner had been a woman, but that little affair had conveniently come with no strings
attached, like my thrusts usually did.

Hence there I was, staring back at him across the table,
noting how his hair was, as always, on the edge of needing a trim. How his angular face lit
up in a rare smile at a particularly complimentary comment. The squareness of his shoulders
in that well-cut suit. The pout of those lips just made for, well. Ahem. Activities between the
sheets, preferably of the kind where he was on his knees with my cock in his mouth. That
thought had already been well and truly entertained and had made me ejaculate into my
own hands more nights than not these days.

I couldn’t quite pinpoint the time when I’d realised I
fancied him. Perhaps even a small part of me wanted him. Yet I could feel the hairs on the
back of my neck stand up whenever he was in the room. His voice grated on my nerves to
the point where my teeth would grit, and his pompous PowerPoint presentations in these
weekly meetings made me sigh a little too loudly.

Which made him stare at me with murder in his eyes. Yup,
the feeling was mutual.

Instead of displaying my own totally professional
PowerPoint presentation, I found myself standing up and throwing numbers off the top of
my head because I was a cocky twat. And all the while, the almighty Mr Christensen sat
scowling with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Christensen, don’t you agree?” I smiled at him. He didn’t
smile back. “Was my prediction for the new lunch menu not right on track? You were the
one who disagreed with the proposed changes. I’m pleased to see that, once again, I was
right.” I sprinkled the words lightly, maintaining my pleasant smile as I took in the room,
which was mostly amused stares. This showdown had become a weekly thing, and everyone
was eagerly awaiting what would most certainly be a brutal comeback.

Right on cue, Finn Christensen raised his hands in a
deliberately slow clap.

“Mr Quinton, congratulations on the one per cent profit
you added from last week. Less than one per cent. I am more impressed with the massaging
you must have done to come up with those figures, because according to Saffiya’s
more truthful calculations, looking at last week’s accounting breakdown, you
made a further 392-pound loss on the food side.”

Damn. Now Saffiya, our immaculate financial controller,
was nodding as well. So yes, we’d made a bit of a loss, but I’d cooked the numbers well, and
the reduced staffing figures and portion size reductions were more than covering those
numbers for next week.

“Those losses are already considered, and we look forward
to a profit-making food side next week with the introduction of our Incredible Desserts
concept. The test customers were raving about them last week, and as always, we welcome
visits down to our kitchen to sample our wonderfully talented head chef’s new creations.
Ben and his team are truly an incredible asset to the chain.”

In another of his signature moves, he was on his feet
before I’d even finished the sentence, showing his displeasure by going to stand against the
back wall of the room. It made him look taller, angrier, more confident, as well he
knew.

“Come on, Quinton,” he droned. “You’re deluded, and we
all know it. Demand for in-house meals is high, but unless you want our customers to cross
the square and grab McDonald’s from the corner, you need to up your game. We’ve had
several complaints about the lack of comfort food on your menu, and Mr Proctor once again
demanded we comp his bill due to the lack of fish and chips. You know how important our
premium customers are, don’t you, Quinton?”

He banged his head back against the wall as he spoke,
clearly annoyed with my dumbass attitude and overbearing confidence. But that was the
way I rolled, and the fact that it seemed to annoy him just egged me on.

“No need to speak to me like I am a child.” I smiled
demurely. “But if you want me to break down the figures for you…” I paused deliberately.
“Then I can explain like I would my five-year-old niece’s maths homework. We made a profit
overall and scored 4.92 on customer satisfaction. Seventy-two per cent of last week’s guests
took one or more meals in our restaurant.”

“We offer free breakfast, mate,” he cut back. “Which
means twenty-eight per cent of our clients couldn’t face our breakfast. Not a particularly
good score.”

I hated him. I hated him so fucking much.

About the Author

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

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

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

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

Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms

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

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

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Book Title: Wicked Lovely (The Black Blade Chronicles, Book
1)

Author: J.K.
Hogan

Publisher: Euphoria
Press

Cover Artist: J.K. Hogan @
www.wickedpixeldesigns.com

Release Date: October 12,
2021

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers

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

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 90 000
words

It is the first book in the
series and not a standalone story. There will be an
HEA over a three-book arc. The first book isn’t quite a cliffhanger, more of a
to be continued ending.

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A new series that
combines the adventure and magic of epic fantasy with the enchantment of

romance

Blurb

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: Dancing Before the Crash

Author: C.C.
Everill

Publisher: Self-published in
conjunction with Ronni Sanlo Literary (www.ronnisanlo.com)

Cover Artist: Barbara
Gottlieb (gottgraphix.com)

Release Date: April 25,
2021

Genre: Memoir

Trope: Friends and lovers

Themes: Gay life 1977-1989

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 72 388 words/386
pages

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

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Imagine finding someone’s
diary – would you read it?

Blurb

In 1977, a 22-year-old man moved to NYC to pursue his
dream. His journal tells of his romances, friendships, clubbing while attempting to “make it”

in the big city. The author’s diary takes us from the early days of the 1970’s disco era
through the devastating AIDS epidemic. If you lived through this era or are interested in
LGBTQ+ history, this book offers insight from a survivor.

Excerpt

Sunday, April 26, 1981

It is now 3:30 a.m. and I’m not able sleep. I can’t stop thinking about last Sunday, which was
Easter, so I thought I would get up and write about it.

Jesse was changing into his bellmen’s uniform when I entered the locker room on Saturday
before work. He was in a chatty mood and said the rash had disappeared.

“I have an idea. How about if you come home with me tonight and then tomorrow, we can
spend Easter together?”

What a surprise! I accepted.

Easter was delightful. We walked the dogs to the Village and had brunch on The Patio. After
eating, we walked back to Jesse’s apartment and got high while drinking beer on the roof. It
was a warm sunny day and since we were both slightly sweating, we took showers before
leaving for work.

That was a week ago. Our first night of sleeping together since the night we partied at The
Saint. Tonight, while we were in line at the cafeteria, Gerald the server commented that he
constantly sees us together.

“That’s because we’re both the same age and from Colorado and worked together at
another job.” Jesse explained.

I wanted to add that we are compatible, sleep together now and then, and enjoy each
other’s company. Instead, I smiled. Don’t want to upset the apple cart.

After work, we smoked a few joints in Central Park and then walked to a nearby diner for a
bite to eat.

P.S. Earlier this week, Jesse invited me to accompany him to his parent’s house in May to
celebrate our birthdays.

“Oh, that sounds great, but I’m not sure about a trip to Colorado.”

“We’re not going to Colorado. They live in Connecticut, remember? We can rent a car.”

I forgot that his parents lived in Connecticut. We talk so much about being from Colorado.
As I recall, on the first night we met he told me his parents had moved.

Invitation accepted.

About the Author

C.C Everill was born in New
England. He earned a BA in Music and Theatre in the 1970’s. Before moving to NYC, he kept
a diary which was the foundation for “Dancing Before the Crash.” He is now a retired piano
teacher and resides in North America with his husband of 36 years and their three
cats.

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Book Title: The
Schoolmaster’s Spy

Author: Ruby Moone

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Meredith
Russell

Release Date: October 28,
2021

Genre: Regency MM

Tropes: School Crushes / King’s spy with trust issues & geeky school
master

Themes: Trust, love, finding a family, self-acceptance

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 93 000
words

It is book three in the
Winsford Green Series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Book 1 – Dances Long
Forgotten

Book 2 – People Like Us

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Mark Dexter was the one
boy that schoolmaster, Felix Brook, never forgot. Ten years later, he’s back…

Blurb

With Bonaparte defeated, King’s spy, Captain Mark Dexter
is furious at being sent to investigate the latest headmaster of his old school, rather than a
smuggling ring on the south coast. Things look up considerably when he realises that the
schoolmaster he admired above all others, Felix Brook, is still there. The man who listened
to him, the man who cared about him, the man who is still out of bounds. With only half an
eye on the job, Dexter puts Felix in a compromising position. The mission goes
catastrophically wrong, leaving Felix to bear the brunt of the repercussions. With his
commanding officer after his blood, and Felix running from him, Dexter is desperate to put
things right.

Felix Brook, schoolmaster, is devoted to Hestingley’s school
and its pupils. His life is quiet and unremarkable, but When Mark Dexter turns up at an Old
Boys’ dinner, he turns Felix’s life inside out. In the decade since he last saw him, the wild,
unpredictable schoolboy has become a devastatingly handsome man. Felix can scarcely
believe it when Dexter makes his attraction clear, it’s like a dream come true. Until it all goes
wrong.

Reluctantly thrown together at the Winsford Green annual
Summer Fete, Felix and Dexter attempt to piece together what happened, rebuild trust, and
deal with the searing passion that still burns between them. When the truth is finally
revealed, Felix must not only prove his innocence, but hold tightly to love as Dexter’s world
crumbles beneath him.

Excerpt

Felix yelled aloud at the shock of running into someone in
the dark corridor. A firm hand clamped over his mouth and Felix clutched the strong arm
that held him. When the hand eased a little, he was wondering frantically what to say by
way of explanation for his presence, when a wave of sandalwood mingled with leather hit
him. There was only one person in the world who smelled like that. Only one person with
that underlying scent of manliness. He swallowed and stared at the floor, gathering his
composure. Why would Dexter be here? Why? The conclusion he drew both terrified and
exhilarated him.

The hand over his mouth lifted and Felix had to make
himself not lick his lips.

“Brook?” It was him. Mark Dexter was standing in
front of him, one arm holding him tight. Felix had regretted not taking up the earlier, blatant
invitation with every fibre of his being. Castigated himself as an abject looby for not
responding with at least a smidgeon of sophistication and behaving like the insular, lonely
schoolmaster he was.

“You followed me.” He hadn’t a clue what else to
say.

“Is that what you think?”

Felix had to look up at that. “Well, why else are you
here?”

Moonlight shone through the window beside them, casting
a ghostly glow over Dexter’s head, making his hair look darker and his eyes gleam.

“Why else indeed,” Dexter whispered and stepped closer.
Felix’s instinct was to run, but he held his ground. This was probably the last chance he
would get to spend time with him. Who was he fooling? Spend time? He didn’t want to
spend time, he wanted to… Well, he didn’t know what in God’s name he wanted but it
involved Captain Mark Dexter in his rooms. In his bed, leaning over him, kissing him, feeling
the weight of him. Christ, he wanted him naked.

“Do you want me to leave?” Dexter was so close he could
feel the warmth from his body.

This was it. All he had to do was say ‘yes’ and he was sure
that Dexter would leave. He had done so last time.

“Mr. Brook?”

“My name is Felix,” he said, surprised at how deep and
rough his voice was.

A smile spread across Dexter’s sculpted features. “Felix,” he
whispered as though tasting the word on his tongue.

“You can’t be calling me Mr. Brook. That man was your
teacher.”

“And this man, Felix?”

Felix shivered as Dexter moved closer. He touched his nose
to Felix’s ear and the breath left Felix’s chest. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opened on

a soundless word, and he leaned into the contact.

Dexter’s hand slid around Felix’s waist, and he pulled him a
tiny bit nearer. He pushed his nose against Felix’s cheek and nuzzled. Felix felt the soft
warmth of his breath, the scent of his skin, and the latent strength in the body that stood so,
so close.

“Might this man, Felix, be my lover for tonight?”

About the Author

Ruby Moone lives in the wilds of Lancashire
with her husband and writes historical and contemporary romance. At school, her teachers
said that she lived with her head in the clouds and if she didn’t stop daydreaming she would
never get anywhere. She never did stop daydreaming, and after years of happily living in the
clouds, decided to write the stories down.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Exhale: London Love Book 1.5” by Sophia Soames

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Book Title: EXHALE
(London Love 1.5)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher: Self
Published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: October 25,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Instalove, First Date

Themes: Fairytale sweetness

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 29 000
words

It is a standalone story, but
best enjoyed if you have read Breathe first.

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A sweet tale of figuring
out that the future isn’t always straight.

Blurb

What do you do when your relationship falls apart? Well,
you bury yourself in a deep hole of grief, one you have so carelessly dug for yourself. Jamie
Walters needs to find a way out of the mess his life has become, but the way forward is not
as straight as he thought it would have been. What’s the point anyway? Women are off the

menu but Jamie still wants the entire textbook fairy-tale. The romantic dates and the
flowers and holding hands in the dark, and Grindr certainly isn’t the place to find your
happily ever after..

Catch up with Jamie and the rest of the Walters
family in this sweet little insta-love fairy-tale where Jamie finally gets his happily ever after,
Originally published as part of the Love is All Anthology, Exhale has been reedited and extended to the quirky little
fairy-tale it was always meant to be.

Exhale is a standalone novella but is best
enjoyed after reading Breathe.

Trigger warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy
loss.

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Excerpt from EXHALE

“No, no, I’m not a virgin.” I dug my hands into my pockets.
“I mean, I’ve hooked up with people before. I’ve had sex. It’s just, it never leads
anywhere…”

And I was off again, jabbering so fast the cigarette flew
from my lips and almost rolled off the platform. I didn’t know where to look as my mouth
kept blurting more nonsense. I couldn’t look at him. Fuck. Talk about embarrassing. How did
people do this? How did they get over themselves? I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“…either they never call again, or they leave before we
even get our clothes off. I’m just…hopeless at everything, apparently.” I rounded up my little
Ted Talk, picked up the cigarette, then stood there not knowing what to do with it. I didn’t
want to put the damn thing back in my mouth. There was no bin. Fuck my life.

Why the hell had I told him all that? Really, Leo?

Leo, Leo mon enfant terrible. I could hear my mother’s voice in my head, scolding me for my
stupidity, although she’d probably have been laughing too much to tell me off. She’d moved
back to France a few years ago, taken a lover, and then another. She was the queen of
hook-ups. I had no idea where she met these men, but they were a new constant in her
life—something she didn’t have when I was growing up. It had been just her and me back
then, and we’d lived well. Stable. I’d had a good childhood, I honestly couldn’t complain. But
there had been no one in my mother’s life and she’d obviously been lonely. Now she wasn’t.
She was happily shagging around like a teenager, and secretly, I loved that she did. I loved
that she was having fun. At least one of us was.

“Why am I intimidating?” he asked, shuffling his feet. “I
don’t mean to be. We don’t have to do anything. We can just go for a coffee if you
want?”

“I don’t like coffee,” I muttered like a petulant child. “Look,
I’m French, and obviously wired wrong because I’m both lactose and gluten intolerant and I
don’t like coffee. So, all that bread and cheese shit is out—”

“You don’t sound French.”

“Grew up here, didn’t I?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s why I have a crap name. Leo Jacques
Leblond.”

“I think your name’s great.”

“Try spelling it every time you give it to someone on the
phone. It’s annoying.”

“Hmm.” He was staring at me again, like he had the world
at his booted feet. Doc Martens, for fuck’s sake. All polished up and fully visible below his
too-short, chequered trousers. He had some ripped, multicoloured rock band T-shirt
showing underneath a knitted cardigan, the look completed by a super-cool, vintage long
coat. Like some emo. Or not. He wasn’t wearing black but a mixture of beiges and reds. And
a bright-blue rucksack. Nothing matched, yet… Yeah. Vogue called. They want their cover model back. The pretty one with the weird
clothes.

He was talking again, and I’d totally zoned out.

“…and I said to myself, life is too short. So, I want to do this
if you’re still up for it. But maybe do it right, kind of just hang out and get to know each
other.”

“I want to have sex,” I stated. Why couldn’t I ever control
my mouth?

“I’m totally up for that.” He grinned from under his curls.
“That’s the whole point of this, isn’t it? But we’ve been standing here talking for a bit, and
it’s nice, and you’re nice, and I’m sure Costa Coffee over there do gluten-free biscuits, and
I’ll buy you a bottle of water or whatever your poison is. I just need to sit down and get my
head in gear because this is kind of freaky. I’ve never done anything like this before. To be
honest, I’m a little weirded out, and now here I am—”

“On some dodgy council estate, meeting up with a dude
who’s probably a drug dealer and will have you beaten up in a minute.”

“I hope not!” He laughed, and the world became a little
brighter. “Are you a drug dealer?”

“No,” I giggled back. “I promise you. I’m a dull uni student,
and I live in a tiny student flat. I haven’t got much to show for myself, but perhaps one day,
I’ll have a nice job and a better place to live. That’s my plan. I want to teach French. Or
perhaps move to Paris for a while, find my roots.”

“Don’t move to Paris. I’ll never see you again.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious, so I joked, “You might not
want to once you’ve seen me naked.”

He blushed, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“You’re desperate for this coffee thing, huh?”

“Just to clear my head,” he said again. He sounded a little
defeated, but I was grateful for a plan that didn’t involve taking him home. I wasn’t sure I
could deal with that right now, however much I liked the idea of seeing him naked.

“Come on. Let’s go get you a large coffee—”

“I prefer espresso.”

“You sound like one of those posh kids,” I teased. I couldn’t
help myself.

“Maybe once upon a time, I was posh. Not anymore. I still
live at home with my siblings in a rundown council terrace in Thorpeton Green, and not the
posh part. Like, backstreet-dump Thorpeton, near the industrial estate under the
M4.”

“Working-class posh,” I blabbed on. “You look posh, you
talk posh, and you look like you just stepped out of a fashion shoot.”

I regretted it even before I finished speaking because now
he really looked freaked out, my beautiful, gorgeous man. I wondered how people survived
having a partner who looked like him. I mean, he would be with someone amazing one day.
Probably some big, rich, muscle bear of a man who would love him and spoil him, while I
would be stuck alone in my dingy flat, dreaming of him. I was already jealous of the
imaginary rich boyfriend, the one he would love forever.

“You’re deranged,” he said, smirking at me. I sighed,
fiddling with my fingers. I’d heard that one before. Then he reached out and grabbed my
sleeve. Tugged at me. Smiled as he led me down the steps towards the road. I followed him,
thinking at that moment, I would have followed him anywhere. Blindly, desperately and, I
think, a little bit in love.

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.

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@sophiasoames on all platforms

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

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

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Book Title: 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. 

Excerpt 

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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Book Title: Dual Threat Love

Author: Lola Noire

Publisher: Jessica Watkins
Presents

Release Date: September 15, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Length: 53 000
words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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a cliffhanger.

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Will Patrick, now a
Superstar NFL Quarterback, be willing to give Ace a second chance? Or will old pain and
Patrick’s high-profile personality stand in the way?

Blurb

Ace, the Billionaire Heir and Patrick, the Help’s son, met
when they were sixteen and thirteen years old, respectively. What started as childhood
friendship forever altered their lives for better and for worse. Faced with misunderstanding
and miscommunication, they went their separate ways hurt and heartbroken.

Years later, they met again. This time, the Billionaire CEO is
determined to win his best friend and the love of his life, Patrick, back.

While Ace is determined to rekindle this love, will Patrick,
now a Superstar NFL Quarterback, be willing to give Ace a second chance? Or will old pain
and Patrick’s high-profile personality stand in the way?

Whether together or apart, both men will fight to the bitter
end for their version of happily ever after.

Excerpt from the Prologue

Ace

Patrick and I met years ago during a summer vacation at my family’s villa on Highland Beach
in Boca Raton. Patrick was 13 years old and I was 16 at the time. As usual, my parents had
been fighting. My mother was miserable in our home on Long Island, so she decided to take
a trip to Florida to get away from my father and his latest mistress. I could have stayed in
New York and hung out with my friends or I could have traveled to any place in the world of
my choosing. However, I decided to accompany my mother. Blame it on the soft spot I had
for that frail-looking, pill-popping, pale lady.

A few days into our vacation, the grand villa felt more like a four-by-four shoebox. I was
bored out of my mind and on the verge of losing my shit. Taking pity on me, Ms. June, the
housekeeper and Patrick’s mother, told my mother that her second son, Patrick, her baby
boy, as she fondly called him, who was around my age, was also home doing nothing for
that summer.

“If that’s okay with you, Mrs. De’Rochard, I can bring him with me to work so that Ace can
have someone around his age to talk to,” she suggested.

“That would be lovely if you could, Ms. June,” Mother replied without any hesitation.

“Pat is a good boy, so they should get along.”

“I hope they do. Again, thank you for your thoughtfulness.”

While Mother and Ms. June readily made plans for Patrick and me, I was a bit apprehensive.
It wasn’t that I was scared or did not want to meet Ms. June’s son. The truth was I’d had
limited contact with Black kids in my young life and I had no idea what to expect. It wasn’t
like I didn’t know anything about Black people. I lived in New York City, for crying out loud.
However, my inner circle had consisted of only a few selected friends from similar social,
economic, and racial backgrounds as me, strategically handpicked by my parents since I was
very young.

As the sole heir to the multi-billion-dollar De’Rochard Empire, I had learned early on to be
cautious of the constant danger that lurked around me. The risks of being approached by
individuals with ulterior motives, being kidnapped, or worse yet, being murdered by
someone who had a vendetta against my family were ever-present.”

I was only five years old when my nanny of three years had conspired to kidnap me in
exchange for $10 million in ransom. It took the FBI and my parents’ private security team
less than 2 hours to locate us in Buffalo, New York and whisk me to safety. Leonora and her
boyfriend, the apparent mastermind of the scheme, were arrested. Unfortunately, they did
not live long enough to face a judge. My father had made sure to make an example of them
just in case someone else might have had a similar idea. Father had been the only judge and
jury of that case. The Crusader Disciples had acted as the executioners. My own personal
security team was assigned to me soon after, which consisted of no less than three guards
and they’d been with me ever since.

To say the least, I was anxious about meeting Patrick. All day I kept thinking that I should lay
off the news as the media often portrayed young Black men living in the inner cities as less
than favorable. My father’s views on Black men were also not the prettiest, to put it lightly.
So, sue me if I had never dealt with any Black people except for some of the help. The night
before Ms. June brought Patrick with her, I got really edgy as endless “what-ifs” ran through
my mind. I finally fell asleep in the early morning hours only to be plagued by dreams of
different adverse outcomes of meeting Patrick.

“Hi, I’m Patrick,” said the small boy standing next to Ms. June by the theater room’s door in
a soft and sultry timbre.

I looked up to the most beautiful brownish-hazel eyes that I had ever seen that were
covered with unbelievable long lashes.

“Ace… I’m Ace,” I replied a few seconds too late, not realizing that I was staring. I quickly
reached for his extended hand that felt so small in mine as I held it a bit longer than I should
have.

“You boys, have fun!” Ms. June shouted as she went about her business.

Pat did not pull his hand from mine. Instead, he glanced at our hands with a raised brow. I
quickly let go and said the first damn thing that came to mind.

“So, you and me the whole summer, hmm?”

“Looks like it.”

Our eyes met. He smiled, and all of my nervousness was forgotten. What a smile he had! His
plump, pink lips covered a mouth with perfect white teeth. His eyes were full of mischief
that was made more noticeable by his smile. I marveled at his beauty. His dark chocolate
complexion seemed to radiate under the hot Floridian sun. I found myself staring at him too
many times during that summer. I didn’t know why, but I could not wait to see him walk

back through the door the next day each time he would go home.

Soon, I felt comfortable enough around him to be myself and talk about anything. We would
talk for hours and never get bored. We talked about our respective lives. Unlike other
people, Pat, the short name I soon began to call him, never asked me about my fortune. He
only asked about New York City since he had never been there before; and he expressed a
desire to see Central Park. I told him about my friends, school, and some of the countries I’d
visited. Like typical teenage boys, we talked about girls and celebrity crushes.

I taught him how to play chess, poker, and countless games on my PlayStation3. He was a
quick learner, and it did not take him long to start beating me at the games I had taught him.
He eagerly reciprocated my lessons by showing me how to play dominos and lidos. Unlike
me, Patrick was into sports. He played both basketball and football. He’d managed to get me
play a few games even though that wasn’t my thing. It didn’t matter what we were playing
because for that summer, as long as I was playing with Pat, I was happy. Also, we both were
excellent swimmers so we spent countless hours at the beach or the heated indoor pool
trying to outdo each other. I liked our swimming sessions the most because I could steal
glances at his body without any restriction. I particularly liked the tingling sensation in my
stomach whenever our bodies touched while we wrestled around.

Patrick was obsessed with the X-Men series. I quickly learned that Wolverine was his
absolute favorite character. He could not wait for X-Men Origins: Wolverine to come out the
following summer. He shared that his older brother, Lamar, whom he seemed to idolize, had
gotten mixed up with a gang and was now serving a three-year prison sentence for
possession of narcotics with the intent to sell in a school zone. I noticed the sadness in his
eyes when he talked about his brother, and it broke my heart to see how much he was
hurting.

About the Author

Born in Haiti and bred in
Brooklyn, NY, Lola Noire is a passionate fan of all things sports and has a love-hate
relationship with traveling. Lola is an alumna of Niagara University, John Jay College, and
National University of Ireland, Galway.

Lola Noire is the author of
the debut novel, Dual Threat Love, an interracial M/M sports story.

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