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Nathan’s traumatic past
challenges but cannot stop the arc that brings him to Mateo.

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Nathan doesn’t know how to stop dwelling on the failures
and tragedies that have plagued him since he was a twenty-one-year-old happily in the arms
of the handsome young doctor he had pined for since he was twelve. Many years later after
the latest tragedy, who could mend Nathan’s heart? If not a handsome young doctor, would
an ER nurse do? After a chance meeting with Mateo, a lot of Nathan’s reminiscing is now
devoted to how that encounter made him feel. Will he seize the day or continue wallowing
in the past, having lunch with his best girlfriend from high school, and writing
poetry?

Excerpt

“Are you okay?” he asked in a slight Spanish accent. His
questioning eyes moved directly to the stain on my T-shirt where the juicy tomato from my
lunch had squirted. Looking like blood?

I became acutely aware of my attire: baggy sweats that may
have had other stains, a baseball cap with a tattered rim, and faded crocs. He wore neat
magenta scrubs that matched the color of his full shiny lips. His nametag said Mateo.

The scenario must have been embarrassingly clear to him. I
had wandered off from one of the many senior facilities that dotted the landscape of the
neighborhood. If I exaggerated the confusion that I, in fact, frequently felt, he might take my
arm, walk me back to the facility, put me in a bath, gently wash my back, and tuck me into
bed. The more I looked into his onyx eyes, the more I wanted him to do just that.

“I mean, you looked a little lost…and sad.”

“Don’t worry, Mateo.” His eyebrows separated and
bounced at the sound of his name. Then he smiled and touched his nametag, realizing how I
knew it. “I’m lost in a memory is all.” I chuckled. “I suppose I do fit a profile.”

“You’re okay, then?”

“Yep.”

“My bad. I didn’t mean to profile you. I have experience
with that, and it’s no fun.”

I imagined that he was doubly profiled, first for the color of
his skin and then a second time when people caught a hint of his accent.

“No harm done. I appreciate your concern.”

“It’s kind of my job. Sometimes it is difficult to switch out of
that mode when I leave work.” He lowered his eyes, making me realize I must have been
staring intently. How could I have not? He was an amalgam of all the men I had been
attracted to my entire life: Mediterranean, Black, Latino, shorter than me, rectangular solid
frame, soulful eyes, thick hair. But with an added twist. A dusting of freckles graced his
cheekbones and the bridge of his nose.

In a thoughtful gesture, he stared at the sidewalk and raised
his hand to his chin, rubbing his index finger over his left cheek, revealing another physical
trait that rang my buzzer: little tufts of black hair between his major and minor knuckles, a
tiny forest to let my tongue wander through.

Thank God, he couldn’t read my thoughts. Or could
he?

“I should let you get on your way,” he mumbled, still not
looking at me. He stared at the smashed apricots on the ground with, I imagined, quite a
different take than mine.

I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

“Do you work in one of these facilities I might have escaped
from?”

“Now, look, I didn’t mean…” He took a step back in what
appeared to be a desire to flee.

“I’m teasing. I haven’t seen you around the
neighborhood.”

He tapped his nametag and twisted his neck to look at it.
“Kaiser. It says right here. Kaiser Permanente.”

“I have trouble reading fine print.” I let out a small laugh,
but he didn’t join me.

He took another step back. “Just moved here less than a
year ago.”

I guessed he was mid-thirties, and with his Spanish accent
and African features, maybe Puerto Rican? Cuban? I imagined he lived with a wife and
multiple niños. They spent Saturdays having barbecues in the park and Sundays from dawn to
dusk at church events. He looked far too sweet to be anything but a family man. Now I was
profiling.

“From?” I asked.

He let out a protracted sigh, as if the conversation had
gotten way more involved than he had intended. His forehead crinkled again, hesitating to
give me an answer.

“The city. Getting too crazy over there.”

Then he raised his head and his eyes met mine with the
twinkle of a forest elf. Perhaps he wasn’t annoyed with me after all. Perhaps I had been
wrong about sizing him up, though my conclusion that he was a family man was much easier
to handle. Yet, he wore no ring.

About the Author

Vincent Traughber Meis is a
fiction writer, a world traveler, and a former ESL community college teacher. When he’s not
traveling, he divides his time between writing and working in the garden. Most of the
characters in his novels and short stories come from across the LGBTQ+ spectrum and are
racially and ethnically diverse. He has published eight novels: Eddie’s Desert Rose,
Tio Jorge, Down in Cuba, Deluge, Four Calling Burds and
The Mayor of Oak Street, First Born Sons, and
Colton’s Terrible Wonderful Year.
Tio Jorge, Down in Cuba, and Deluge
have all won Rainbow Awards.
The Mayor of Oak Street and First Born Sons
have won Reader Views Reviewer’s Choice
Awards. His short stories have appeared in several collections both in print and online, and
have reached finalist status in several short story contests. A collection of short stories,
Far from Home, was published in October 2021. He
lives with his husband in San Leandro, California and Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

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Book Title: Be Not
Afraid

Author and Publisher: AJ
Saxsma

Cover Artist: Andrew
Howard

Release Date: January 23,
2024

Genre: LGBTQ Literary

Themes: Coming out, accepting what we cannot change

Length: 120 000 words/431
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Can you love yourself
enough? Are you capable of it?

Blurb

Step into the small & intriguing Midwestern town of
Larton where Lloyd Wood struggles daily with reviving his failing restaurant while refusing to
relinquish any control, even in his family life. When a business guru arrives and promises to
set the restaurant right, Lloyd is tempted by the promise of a miraculous
turnaround.

Toby, Lloyd’s son, seeks conformity compulsively. Each day,

he audits and buries his true self deeper, yearning to fade into obscurity, anonymity. His
desperation leads him to a program that vows to obliterate his authentic self, setting Toby on
an unintended and riveting path of self-discovery.

Meanwhile, Dawn, Lloyd’s wife, finds solace in a new
church where love is not just a sentiment but a commodity. Lost in her family’s shadow, she
embraces a new identity amidst her new church family whose intentions seem questionable
at best.

As the Wood family strives to escape their own truths, the
chasms they create around themselves deepen and, one by one, threaten to swallow the
people they care about most.

‘Be Not Afraid’ explores identity, family dynamics, the
destructive paradox of denial & with a distinct strength in voice questions our capacity
to accept what we cannot change…or can we?

Excerpt

TOBY AND DAWN WAITED in the doctor’s office. She’d
picked him up from Jonah’s that morning, and he had been quiet in the car and at the house,
and then quiet again to the doctor’s office in town.

The sign above the reception window read Dr. E.M. Gille,
MD.

‘How you feeling, hon?’ Dawn said. She had a magazine in
her lap, and she was rubbing Toby’s back. ‘How’s your stomach? Want to describe it to
me?’

‘No.’

‘If you describe it to me, it’ll be easier to tell the
doctor.’

‘It’s fine right now,’ Toby said. He was watching the TV on a
stand tucked in the corner. The news was on. Another eyewitness had seen an angel outside
town.”

“A nurse came into the waiting room. She was in pink
smocks and stood on thick soles. She said, ‘Toby Wood.’

Both Toby and Dawn followed the nurse to an exam room,
which she knocked on before allowing entry.

She examined Toby and made him describe the
pain.

‘It just hurts sometimes.’

She stunk like cigarettes.

The nurse said the doctor will be right in.

Toby sat on the examination table. The sanitary paper
crinkled no matter how he moved or how he settled.

He and Dawn waited for the doctor.

‘Does it hurt now?’ Dawn said.

‘No, Mom.’

They waited, and sometime later, a knock announced the
doctor. He was clean shaven with close-cropped hair white as bedsheets. His brows were
thick and bushy. His skin was cream and pink and aged. He wore a button-up and tie under
his white coat. His teeth and eyes were bright.

‘Heya, Toby,’ he said. He didn’t look at Toby when he said it;
he was reading Toby’s chart. He sat and scooted his stool close. ‘You’re having stomach
pain.’

It wasn’t a question; it was a statement the doctor read
aloud.

Toby quietly confirmed.

The doctor pressed with his fingers into Toby’s stomach and
tested areas and asked if that hurt.

Toby said it did not.

‘Pain comes and goes. It’s not that bad.’

‘Out of ten, what would you say?’

‘A two, one and a half. It’s really not that bad.’

‘A two? One and a half?’

‘Tell the doctor when it hurts, hon.’

‘It comes and goes, Mom.’

‘Do you take any pain relievers?’

‘No,’ Toby said.

‘No, he doesn’t,’ Dawn said too.

‘Okay,’ the doctor said. He made notes.

‘He doesn’t always come to me when it hurts. I don’t know
what to do, I don’t know what it is.’

The doctor’s tone was soft. ‘Well. Sometimes our bodies
respond physically to factors within our environment, anxiety, stress, all these can stew in
the body and hollow us out,’ the doctor said to Dawn.

She nodded intently.

‘Are you studying too hard? Maybe big tests coming up?
Staying up too late with the video games?’

‘I study too hard,’ Toby said. He said it very quickly, almost
before the doctor had finished speaking. ‘That must be it, the stress of studying,’ Toby said.

‘Still.’ The doctor rolled the stool close to Dawn. He
continued, ‘A boy his age should not have recurring stomach pain. I’d like to send him for
testing.’

‘That’s what I said, I didn’t like the frequency of it. Didn’t I
say, Toby?’ Dawn said.

‘Testing?’ Toby said.

‘I’d like to rule some things out.’

‘It’s not that bad, really. It’s only sometimes,’ Toby
said.

Dawn said whatever test was fine and she agreed, and she
asked if it could, maybe, be this or could be that, or, she said, she didn’t really know,
Doctor.

‘Could I have you step out for a minute, Mrs.
Wood?’

Dawn stepped out, and the doctor shut the door. The
doctor had Toby come off the exam table and sit in a chair, and the doctor rolled over on the
rolly stool.

He did not speak right away. He was deep in thought, and
then he said, ‘Is there anything you have not told your mom, anything you’re worried about
that, maybe, you can’t tell mom or dad? Stress is not good for the body. If you’ve kept
something to yourself, I won’t say a word to your mom or your dad if you’d like to share it
with me. Do you have something you’d like to tell me that you can’t tell them?’

Toby was quiet a very long time. ‘I’m just studying too
hard.’

The doctor nodded and waited for more from Toby.

There was no more.

‘Well. Then. Take study breaks, okay? Allow yourself time to
relax. Time to be. But I do want to run some tests. Whatever is triggering the pain, we’ll find
it out. Okay? I promise, son, we will unearth with absolute certainty what is causing this
physical reaction. Even if it takes a while, we’ll uncover the root of it. I can promise that.
Okay?’

The doctor went from the room and scheduled Toby’s lab
tests with his mother and the receptionist.

Toby sat in the room.

Alone.

He was listening to the doctor’s words over and
again.

We’ll find it out. Okay?

I can promise that.

His stomach hurt.

About the Author

AJ Saxsma, born in Illinois in
1987, is a queer writer. He lives in Los Angeles with his husky. His literary work has earned
awards from Almond Press UK and has been published in several genre magazines. As a
screenwriter, his work has been an official selection for the Independent Horror Film
Awards, Hollywood Screen Film Festival, Los Angeles Cinefest, and Los Angeles Horror
Competition. He’s also written the narrative scripts for four video game projects produced by
Oculus for the Oculus VR system.

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Book Title: After Midnight: A Fallen Fairytales Dark M/M
Romance

Author and Publisher: Blake
Allwood

Cover Artist: Samrat
Acharjee

Release Date: January 26,
2024

Genre: Dark M/M Romance

Tropes: Fairytale Retelling, Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Self-discovery

Heat Rating: 3
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Length: 91 585 words/332
pages

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In the shadows of Denver’s
comedy scene, a bartender named Dominique becomes the unexpected star of his own
twisted Cinderella tale. Is love strong enough to save him from his wicked
stepmother?

Blurb

After Midnight is an enchanting tale that reimagines the
classic Cinderella story as a dark and passionate gay romance. In this modern retelling,
Dillon, a talented and aspiring comedian, finds himself drawn to Dominique, a sexy
bartender at the local comedy club.

Dominique, whose unfortunate life mimics the story of
Cinderella, selflessly cares for his younger stepsisters while facing a treacherous
stepmother.

Amidst the glittering lights of the comedy club, Dominique
and Dillon’s love slowly grows as they overcome the challenges created by a willful and
selfish adversary.

After Midnight is a captivating journey of resilience and the
power of love; but is love enough to save Dominique when his hateful stepmother tries to
end him once and for all?

Fallen Fairytales is a dark M/M romance, multi-
author series. Each book may be read as a standalone, but why not load up your Kindle, kick
back, and enjoy sexy men, shenanigans, and deliciously dark fairytale
retellings.

Content warning: This is a dark
romance, and readers sensitive to certain content should make note of the following
triggers: racism, homophobia, child neglect, kidnapping, false allegations, lawsuits,
embarrassment, loss of parent, grief and loss, manipulation by a parent figure, MC close to
death.

Excerpt

Ashton Pipkin was hilarious, even though I had to Google
most of his nineteen eighties references that went right over my head. The early crowd
seemed to get his jokes, though. I knew I’d be lucky if I could get a third of the laughs he did,
but I sure wasn’t gonna let that put me off.

I listened to him for several minutes before he stopped
abruptly. “Hey, kid. I didn’t give you permission to listen to my set. What are you doing,
trying to steal my material?”

I glanced around the room, not knowing who he was talking
to. When I looked back to the stage, Ashton was standing with his hands on his hips, staring
directly at me. “Yeah, I’m talking to you. What’s your angle?”

“Sorry, sir,” I said, sitting up straighter in my seat. “I just
wanted to listen to your set. I didn’t mean any harm by it.”

He put his hand up. “You shouldn’t be watching another
performer rehearse without their permission. By now, you should know that basic etiquette.
So, I’m gonna ask you again. Are you trying to steal material from me?”

“No, of course not.” I tried to sound smooth even though
his accusation took me by surprise. Inside, I was mortified. “I’m still finding my feet
performing for the older crowd and I wanted to get in the mood.” My lame justification
sounded pathetic even to my ears.

The older man cocked an eyebrow, not unlike my Papa K did
when he suspected I was lying to him.

“In the mood, you say? Hey, barman,” he called out toward
the bar. “Please come here a moment.”

The bartender must’ve finished shelving some more bottles
first because it took a few moments before I heard him walking toward us. “This kid is telling
me he’s sitting in on my rehearsal so he can ‘get in the mood,’” Ashton said, using air quotes.
“Do you think that’s a load of garbage, or am I way off my game tonight?”

“Hmm, well, let’s see,” the man said in a sinfully deep voice
that, honest to God, sent shivers down my spine.

I looked up and caught him scanning me up and down. I
could feel my face growing warm from his intense perusal. When our eyes met, the corners
of his mouth turned up into a cheeky grin.

“What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever said?” he asked
me.

I sputtered, my mind going blank. He had the most piercing
green eyes, accented by his rich dark skin tone, and his attention never wavered from me.
I’m not sure if it was his question or having a man this good-looking raking his gaze over my
body, but I was officially flustered.

When I didn’t answer, he asked, “Do you find Mr. Pipkin
funny?” The man’s cheeky grin was still in place, now accompanied by adorable as hell
dimples. I’d always been a sucker for dimples. My mouth felt as dry as the Sahara and I
swallowed thickly.

“I, um… I don’t know,” I said stupidly, my entire body
flashing hot.

“How do you not know? Haven’t you seen him perform
before?” he asked.

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered, unsure where this was going.

“So, if you’ve seen him perform, did you think he was
funny?”

I shrugged, feeling embarrassed but trying to play it cool. “I
didn’t really get most of his jokes,” I admitted. When I chanced a glance toward the stage,
Ashton’s scowl signaled that he’d grown significantly more agitated. Dammit, I was clearly
saying all the wrong things and making a fool of myself in front of him and a seriously hot
barman.

“Why didn’t you get his jokes?” the guy asked, sounding
curious. I took a moment to gather my thoughts and regain control of myself.

“I think I’m too young to understand the old pop culture
references,” I replied honestly, feeling a little more confident now. If they wanted my honest
opinion, I’d give it.

The man looked up at Ashton and shrugged. “I think you’re
safe. He doesn’t seem to be old enough to get your humor.” His grin was now a full-on
smile and I adored it.

Ashton was grinning now too. “And I suppose you
do?”

The man shrugged. “Oh, I know quite a few
old
people who make me watch old TV shows. I would call them classics,
but I’m not that rude.”

Ashton snorted a laugh. “Old and classic, is it?” he asked,
and I suddenly realized with great relief that the conversation was no longer about me. “You
know I can tell Miss Rita you called her old, and she’ll rip you a new one.”

“Miss Rita adores me,” the handsome man said with a
laugh, then gave me a playful wink before he strolled back toward the bar. I couldn’t help my
eyes following him as he left. It wasn’t my fault they trailed down his backside and came to
rest on his very well-filled pair of pants.

“That may be,” Ashton called after him, “but if you call a
prideful woman old, you might not be adored much longer.”

He shrugged but kept the huge smile on his face as he
resumed his work behind the bar.

About the Author

Blake Allwood was born in
west TN, then moved to Kansas City MO after attending college in Lamoni, Iowa. He met his
husband in 1995 and they officially married in 2015, once gay marriage was legalized. In
2017, he and his husband sold their home, purchased an RV and began traveling the country
with their two dogs. Their travels provide the inspiration and settings for many of his
novels.

Typically, Blake can be found relaxing in the RV or
by the fire with his laptop and their Jack Russell Terrier, Buddy, curled up between his legs
demanding attention. Denver, their Siberian Husky mix is often asleep at his feet or playing
tug of war with Blake’s husband.

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Book Title: Crushed
Ice

Author: Ashlyn Kane &
Morgan James

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: L.C.
Chase

Release Date: February 6,
2023

Genre: Contemporary MM Sports Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers,
teammates to lovers, rookie/veteran, age gap, workaholic/slacker

Themes: Coming of age,
learning to accept and ask for help, self-acceptance, independence, pressure on professional
athletes, injury, romantic comedy

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 99 844 words/ 302
pages

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Defensemen can score
too.

Blurb

When Liam Belanger gets a professional tryout with the
Miami Caimans, he’s hoping to land a roster spot that’ll keep him from bussing tables. If he
can make the team and score a tryout in bed with Russ Lyons, the veteran defenseman
who’s appointed himself Liam’s mentor, that would be the icing on the sweet hockey
cake.

Living life by a strict set of rules has worked out well for
Russ. He has a great career, great friends, and a great family, even if they do keep setting him
up with hometown honey traps. But he can’t stop time, and now, despite all his planning,
he’s looking at his last year with the Caimans before the uncertainty of free agency. Maybe
that’s why he finds sunny, free-spirited Liam so attractive.

He’s still not going to sleep with his rookie.

Probably.

Liam starts the season in the minors, but it’s not long
before he gets a shot at the Big Show. His year is shaping up to be a dream come true—even
before Russ picks up on Liam’s passes and proves defensemen can score too.

Excerpt

The last time they ran through the set play, Yeti dumped
Liam on his ass. Baller and Jonesy hooted with laughter as Liam’s gloves and stick went yard-
saling over the ice.

Typical way to welcome a new defenseman. Russ snowed to
a stop next to his temporary partner. “How you doing down there?”

Liam muttered a handful of French-Canadian expletives. He
reached up with a bare hand and Russ hauled him to a sitting position. “I feel like I got hit by
a truck.”

“Yeti’ll do that to you. You good?”

Liam shook his head. “I’m good.” He got to his feet. “Jesus.
How much does he weigh?”

“Significantly more when he’s moving that fast.” Russ
clapped Liam’s shoulder as they skated off to let the next groups practice. They were done
for now, so he had time to give Liam a little more feedback. “That’s something you’ll have to
get used to.”

“What?” Liam pulled himself up on the half boards.

“Checking.” When Liam looked at him, Russ elaborated,
“You flinch.”

Liam’s mouth dropped open. “I do not!”

“Twenty bucks says the video review shows otherwise.”
Russ had seen it before with guys who came up through the college system, which focused
on speed over hits, since they wanted their players to keep their brains unscrambled long
enough to graduate. “It’s fine. You’re not the first. You’re going to have to work on it,
though.”

“Not a lot of guys in college are Yeti-sized.” Liam’s mouth
twisted into a wry smile, but he seemed genuinely upset, like the root of the problem
bothered him.

Russ snorted. “Not a lot of guys in the NHL are either. Or
outside of it.” Yeti was six foot nine and built like a linebacker. “Are you trying to bulk up for
the season?”

“Was that a hint?” Liam grabbed his water bottle from the
bench and waggled it. The joker was still there, but Russ was pretty sure he meant the
question. “Think I should fill one of these with Ensure or something?”

God.
“That’s one way to make sure no one ever steals your drink.”

“Seriously, though.” Liam put the bottle down. There was a
smudge of blue at the corner of his mouth. “Do you think I’m too skinny?”

Russ must’ve given him a look that broadcast his thoughts,
because Liam rolled his eyes and amended, still more than half serious, “For
hockey. I’m not asking you to compliment my figure. I know I’m hot.”

“I think you’re a kid.” At that age Russ could’ve eaten his
body weight in M&M’s and barely gained a pound. “Putting on weight at your age when
you burn calories like we do isn’t easy. But you could work with the trainers on some
exercises that’ll help you stay upright when someone his size hits you. Or when you hit
them.”

Liam made a sad noise. “I always used to think those videos
were funny. You know, tiny forward tries to check an absolute monster like Mikhail
Kipriyanov, then ends up on his ass.”

“You’re going to be one of those videos,” Russ assured him.
Maybe he shouldn’t inflate the kid’s hopes, but if he did his time in the AHL, he’d make it. It
wouldn’t take long.

Liam straightened his shoulders like that was a great
compliment. “I’m going to be one of those videos.” He shook his head and more of his usual
humor returned. “I’m not even tiny. Just tiny compared to him.” He looked sideways at Russ
and his voice dropped and took on a suggestive tone. “And you. You’re big. What do you
eat?”

Russ glanced over and found Liam watching him with
trouble written all over his face.

Surely he couldn’t be serious. He didn’t even know Russ
was gay.

Which meant he was being a little shit. Russ shouldn’t
encourage him, but he couldn’t let him get away with thinking he had the last word either.
“Anything within range.”

This kid’s sass was going to cost him so much money if he
officially joined the team. He hopped off the boards again and leaned close enough to put
himself directly into Russ’s space. “Sounds like you have a pretty healthy appetite.”

Good grief. Russ had to laugh, because there was no
way Liam was trying to pick him up with a game that bad. “Do these lines really work for
you?”

Undaunted, Liam grinned and cocked his hip so his ass
stuck out. “Don’t usually need ’em.”

Between Liam’s body, the slight dimple in his cheek, and
the unruly curls, Russ could see why, but he wasn’t going to pump his tires. “Well, kid,
welcome to the Big Show. Get used to putting in another level of effort.”

Then he skated off to the next drill before Liam could
decide he should start putting in that effort now.

About the Authors

Ashlyn Kane likes to think she
can do it all, but her follow-through often proves her undoing. Her house is as full of half-
finished projects as her writing folder. With the help of her ADHD meds, she gets by.

An early reader and talker, Ashlyn has always had a
flair for language and storytelling. As an eight-year-old, she attended her first writers’
workshop. As a teenager, she won an amateur poetry competition. As an adult, she received
a starred review in Publishers
Weekly for her novel Fake Dating the Prince. There were quite a few years in the middle there, but who’s counting?

Her hobbies include DIY home decor, container
gardening (no pulling weeds), music, and spending time with her enormous chocolate
lapdog. She is the fortunate wife of a wonderful man, the daughter of two sets of great
parents, and the proud older sister/sister-in-law of the world’s biggest nerds.

Morgan James is a clueless
(older) millennial who’s still trying to figure out what they’ll be when they grow up and
enjoying the journey to get there. Now, with a couple of degrees, a few stints in Europe, and
more than one false start to a career, they eagerly wait to see what’s next. James started
writing fiction before they could spell and wrote their first (unpublished) novel in middle
school. They haven’t stopped writing since. Geek, artist, archer, and fanatic, Morgan tends to
pass their free hours with in imaginary worlds and people on pages and screens—it’s an
addiction. As is their love of coffee and tea. They live in Canada with their massive collection
of unread books, where they are the personal servant of too many four-legged
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Book Title: SKIN and
BONES (London Love)

Author and Publisher: Sophia
Soames

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: January 31,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Grumpy/Sunshine

Themes: Eating disorder, domestic violence, hotel setting.

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 92 000 words

SKIN AND BONES is best enjoyed if read after
TASTE.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Hugo Burrows has life under control.

He’s got a decent job, a long-term relationship and
a flat in Canary Wharf.

It’s all under control. It’s just becoming a little
problematic trying to hold everything together. Keeping the bruises on his skin hidden away.
A smile plastered on his face. Controlling the calories he allows his body to consume. And
now his boss is on his back with too many questions, and the grumpy French head chef
keeps staring at him like he’s a freak or something.

Everything is under control. It has to
be.

Ben Desjardins may be the Head Chef at the Clouds
Hotel but he definitely hasn’t got anything under control. His relationship with his best
friend is crumbling and simply turning up for work seems to automatically cause never
ending chaotic disasters. Yet there is something about the new concierge that has crawled
straight under his prickly skin.

Ben doesn’t need more complications in his life.
The last thing he needs is to inconveniently, and reluctantly… fall in love.

SKIN AND BONES is best enjoyed if read after
TASTE.

Reader Advisory. This book
contains the following topics: Eating disorders, OCD, domestic violence and sexual assault.
Please look after yourself and take care if these topics could upset you.

Excerpt

So, the new concierge, his name was Hugo, and he was tall and
skinny—far too skinny if you asked me—with a head full of bouncy blonde curls, thick, dark
eyebrows over deep-set eyes, sharp cheekbones and plump, puffy lips. He seemed like a
nice bloke, stood up for himself. Finn moaned about him, saying something about the guy
being great at his job but an untidy bugger. The floor around his desk was always a disaster
zone of scrunched-up pieces of paper and torn-up leaflets. Finn wasn’t wrong. I could see
stuff on the floor from where I was, while Hugo gave directions to some guests, arms flailing,
his phone miraculously still pinched between his cheek and his shoulder. He smiled at
something. I smiled too. He had that kind of smile.

Dropping my cigarette on the ground, I squashed out the
embers with my shoe. So sue me. I was French. Had grown up there, then moved to England
with my mum in my teens and had to adapt to being Ben instead of Benjamin after my
arsehole dad kicked us out. I didn’t take shit from anyone.

It hadn’t been bad. Just…my life hadn’t become quite what I’d
expected.

I strode back through the lobby with confidence, smiling
politely at our maître d’hôtel, who pursed their lips at me. Yeah, I was a dick. I had tomato
juice down my front, and my apron was covered in cooking fat. I looked a state and shouldn’t
be anywhere near paying guests. I knew it. Mabel knew it. I actually liked them. A lot. Today,
our super-efficient restaurant leader rocked a shocking-pink dress and sky-high heels with a
face full of make-up. Some days, they presented as a stunning bloke, other days, like today,
they wouldn’t look out of place on the cover of a women’s fashion magazine, and they knew
it too.

“Looking good, Mabs.”

“Oh shut it, Ben.” They grinned and blushed while giving me a
full head-to-toe inspection. “You really need to go change, babes. Honestly, you’ll give Mark
a heart attack.”

“You mean I look that good?” I laughed, enjoying another of
Mabel’s many smirks.

“You look like shit, babes. How are you ever going to get laid
when you walk around looking like someone has dragged you face down through the walk-in
fridge?”

“Bah,” I huffed and left them to it. I washed my hands and
ripped off my apron, dropping it in the laundry chute and grabbing a fresh one from the
shelf before glancing over the line. All under control. Nobody panicking.

“Watch the liquid,” I commented to one of the trainees as they
flipped a tray of mushrooms into a serving dish and splattered juice all over the hot plate.
Yeah. Newbies. They had to learn, usually the hard way, and there wasn’t much I could do
other than show them how to do it the right way, remind them to watch the bloody timings,
let them make mistakes and hope they didn’t kill themselves in the process.

I looked down at my own battered hands. I had too many scars
to count. Cuts, burns. My hands had survived years of being battered on the rugby pitch,
which was nothing compared to getting fingers stuck in blenders and close encounters with
sharp knives.

I blamed my mum, getting me into cooking when my hand-eye
coordination had been blasted to hell. I had to concentrate, not be stressed, keep focused
for my mind to function the way it was supposed to, not that it ever did, and this was a
working kitchen. My entire shift was always one huge, stress-induced, disaster-prone
trial.

“You all right?” Mark appeared next to me in his immaculate
suit, his hair up in a tidy man-bun and eyebrows tightly knitted. Arms crossed, he surveyed
our little world. Him and me, we were brothers, partners in crime, a duo of idiots who
should have known better, but we worked well together, and there was nowhere else I
would rather work than here with him by my side.

“All good,” I said, mirroring his pose.

“The boys out there,” he said conspiratorially. “They’re placing
bets on who can get a hook-up with Hugo. There’s good money involved.”

“Hell.” I sighed, rolled my eyes harder than Mabel. “He gay
then?”

“I went over and asked him. He just laughed, so yeah. Between
you and me, he lives with his long-term boyfriend down in Canary Wharf, so I think all the
boys are barking up a dead tree, but I’m not going to tell them. Are you?”

“Nah.” I laughed. I wasn’t. As long as they did their job and
made my food look good, I wasn’t getting involved with anything. And anyway, this Hugo?
None of my business.

Rolling up my sleeves, I plonked my arse down by my little
office set-up and logged into the laptop. I had orders to sign off, menus to plan, things to do.
A life to live. Mark shook his head and disappeared back out to the restaurant.

This Hugo? God help him.

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 dogs are too.

She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in her native 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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NEW RELEASE: “The Red Dragon of Oxford” by Joy Lynn Fielding. $15.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: The Red Dragon of Oxford

Author and Publisher: Joy
Lynn Fielding

Cover Artist:
Miblart

Release Date: January 15,
2024

Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fish out of water, mutual pining, shifters

Themes: Self-acceptance,
empowerment

Length: 66,000
words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is a standalone story (the
first in a new series) and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Dragons aren’t real. Or so I
used to think.

Blurb

Oxford isn’t exactly what I’d imagined. Sure, the colleges are romantic, and everyone is brilliant enough to

trigger my impostor syndrome. I expected that.

The dragon, however, was a big surprise.

I saw him on my first day. The beautiful beast spoke to me,
then disappeared. I’ve been looking for him ever since.

But when I’m not on a wild dragon chase, I spend my time
in the library. I’d like to think I’m only there to study, but who am I kidding?

I’m there for him.

Rufus Mortimer is the world’s hottest librarian. He’s strict,
enigmatic, and sexy. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

But he has a secret. One that could
destroy everything.

So now, all I have to do is find a dragon, earn my doctorate,
and try to not to let my new romance burn my life to the ground. Easy, right?

I wish…

The Red Dragon of Oxford, book 1 in the Wings Over
Albion series, is a sweet and spicy paranormal m/m romance with a guaranteed happily ever
after.

Excerpt

“You can’t take those.” The voice was deep, male, and came
from very close behind me.

I spun around, heart hammering. The guy standing there was
big—broad-shouldered, and muscular as if he worked out. His blue shirt pulled
slightly over his chest, reinforcing his build. Rich brown hair fell past his shoulders, and his
eyes were velvety brown in a face that left me breathless. His jaw was defined, his nose
straight with slightly flared nostrils, and the firm line of disapproval his lips were pressed into
failed to hide their sensuality. He belonged in Hollywood, not an Oxford library.

He was so close to me that it was intimidating. Moving back a
few steps gave me the opportunity to take in allof him, and he was well worth it. The
softest-looking faded jeans I’d ever seen outlined thick muscled thighs that had come
straight out of my dreams. Callum was cute. This guy, though. This guy had me wanting to go
to my knees for him. I was practically drooling.

Unfortunately, he was glaring at me and showed no sign of
bending me over the nearest table and having his way with me.

I wrenched my mind back to the fact he’d said something to
me. “Sorry, what?”

“You can’t take those books.”

“I’m a research student.” I tore my eyes away from his face long
enough to thrust my library card at him. “I was told I could take up to twenty books out at
once.”

“Well, you can’t.”

“It says so in the library rules. I live in college, so I wouldn’t
have far to come if I got an alert saying someone else wanted them.”

“I don’t care. That’s too many books to take out of here.”

“Okay.” The intensity in him was something else, and I backed
down. “How many am I allowed to take?”

He glanced over them. “Four,” he said, and it sounded
reluctant.

My face must have shown my incredulity because he pointed
out, “You can only read one at a time.”

Anger stirred in me. These weren’t novels, to be read one after
another. They needed to be compared and cross-referenced as they were read. It was why
I’d applied to Mortimer in the first place—the college’s collection of scarcely remembered
German theologians was unrivalled and precisely what I needed for my dissertation.

“Sorry, who are you?” It finally occurred to me to ask. If he was
just another research student throwing his weight around with the newbies, I’d tell him
where to go. Surely he couldn’t be a tutor because he was only about thirty.

“The librarian.”

Holy crap, and I’d tried to argue the rules with him.
“Good to meet you,” I said weakly and tried to smile at him. “I’m Mark Stevens.”

He nodded and folded his arms. His shirt’s valiant attempt to
cope with his movement resulted in acres of silky material clinging to his muscles. I was
staring again.

“Sorry, I don’t know your name,” I said when it was clear he
wasn’t going to speak. He was still watching me as if to check I only took four books.

“Rufus Mortimer.”

“Like the college!” It was a stupid thing to say, but it was better
than telling him I wanted to lick him.

He looked unimpressed. “Choose your four books. I’ll replace
the others.”

The guy was kind of a prick, though I wasn’t sure what he could
have said to my comment.

Once I’d found the four texts I most wanted, he gathered the
remaining books into his arms. “Don’t forget to scan them,” he said as he moved away. “And
don’t keep them long. They belong here.”

Until he said that, it hadn’t dawned on me that there was a way
to keep access to all twenty books. And so many more. “I could have them all out on my
desk if I stayed in here?”

“Of course.”

The way he said that nagged at me. It reminded me of
something, but I didn’t know what. “In that case, please don’t shelve them,” I said. “I’m
going to get my stuff from my room and work here.”

“Okay,” he said, but he didn’t put them down. He watched me
leave, holding the books close, cradling them like they were his babies.

About
the Author

Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a
small English market town, where she indulges her passions for vintage aircraft, horse riding
and gardening (though not all at the same time).

Joy tends to wax lyrical about
the fascinating facts she discovers during her research for books. Thankfully, she has a very
patient Labrador who has a gift for looking interested in what she’s saying while he waits for
the food to arrive.

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Book Title: Elex: Sons of
Hecate Volume I

Author and Publisher:
Mellanie Rourke

Cover Artist: Reese
Dante

Release Date: December 26,
2023

Genres: Dark Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Overcoming adversity, rags to riches

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 92 000 words/320
pages

It is a standalone story and
first in a series. The other books will be coming out
in 2024.

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Alone, they are victims.
Together, they may topple an empire.

Blurb

Elex is a slave even though his father is King of Alexandria.

Disinherited once his elemental magic developed, he was banished to the Alexandrian
Legion to “learn his place” at the non-existent mercies of his new masters. Humiliated and
abused, he learns the hard way that he can’t always protect the ones he loves.

Now the time of the Machi Thanatos approaches, a deadly
competition where Legionnaires must battle their foes and each other for the dubious honor
of a lifetime of slavery at the hands of Elusians, Alexandrians with the ability to control Elex
and his fellow Mageians by Suppressing their ability to use magic.

Elex will fight to the death to protect himself and those he
loves, but during the Machi he meets Helios, a shapeshifting Soma from the rebel country of
Illyria. Helios will fight for what he loves, too, and this savagely fierce little Mageian is
quickly adding his name to that list.

Separately they are two victims of the whims of
Alexandrian Elusians. Together, they may discover a secret that could topple an
empire.

Excerpt

The moonlight slowly slid across his face, casting his scarred
side in shadow. Finally, he spoke.

“What did you want me to ask you that I didn’t?” he
asked.

I closed my eyes. Fuck. He’d know if I was lying. In for a
penny.

“I wanted you to ask me if you could kiss me,” I whispered
finally. He didn’t move at my words, and I suddenly felt like the biggest idiot. How could this
beautiful, courageous, kitten-saving man ever want someone like me? Especially after just
sharing everything my own blood had done to me.

Feeling suddenly filthy, I was on my feet and pulling away
from him without thinking. “Yeah, dumb thing to think, I know. Probably been drinking too
much of that vodka.”

“That sentence was a lie,” he whispered. Then without
warning he was in front of me. He slowly reached out and cupped the back of my head and
drew me close. He was standing so near to me that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “But
that first one…”

He swept his thumb over my lips.

“Truth,” he whispered, a small, sad smile forming. He
moved even closer, his breath hot on my skin.

“Kataramenos,” he said, drawing my name out. My heart
pounded in my chest at his nearness, and my body flushed both hot and cold at the same
time.

“Kat. May I kiss you?” he asked, finally.

I swallowed hard, my nerves on fire. I couldn’t believe
someone like him might want someone like me. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, which
were brighter than the moonlight. I could see my reflection in his gaze. It was almost
unrecognizable. It was a person who was strong. Confident. Whole. Someone who deserved
something good in his world. Someone I wanted desperately to be.

I nodded, unable to form the words.

He moved forward slowly, just brushing his lips across my
own. The zap of our magics built to a vibrating hum as he licked gently across my lips with
his tongue. I opened my mouth slowly, savouring the taste of the vodka as he slid into my
mouth, the gentle heat of his body pressing against mine.

He held me like I was something…precious. Not fragile,
exactly, but something valued. I had fooled around with other Mageia in the past and been used
by Elusians against my will. This was completely different from any of that. None of those
encounters, even the willing ones, had ever made me feel cherished. Safe. Made me feel like
he did.

About the Author

Mellanie Rourke lives in Akron, Ohio with her spouse and their
furry menagerie of 3 young adult roommates (because ‘they aren’t kids anymore’), two
dogs, three cats, and five ferrets.

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Book Title: Relevant
Heart (Fearless Heart Series, Book Three)

Author and Publisher: Janice
Jarrell

Release Date: December 6,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Established Gay Relationship, Ireland, Gay Attorney, Gay
Psychologist

Length: 75 835 words/206
pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is part of the Fearless Heart
Series but can be read as a standalone.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger. They get their HEA, of
course!

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The best wish is knowing that there’s nothing left to wish
for.

Blurb

Colin is prosecuting his first murder case, and his ability to
remain emotionally detached is challenged as the circumstances surrounding the crime
awaken his deep inner fear of losing someone he loves, a fear nearly realized when – only
two short months ago – Joshua was kidnapped and violently assaulted.

While Colin and his team gather evidence, Joshua
endeavors to create a program that will establish a bridge between veterans suffering a
mental health crisis and local police. But the effort drains Joshua’s already fragile health to a
dangerous degree, leaving Colin frantic with worry and frustration.

Meanwhile, Nate has a play opening off-Broadway and
must live in New York City for six to eight weeks… alone. It is clear from the onset that the
director has the hots for Nate – or at least for his talent as a playwright – which has David
pacing the floor in anxiety. He is happy for Nate and proud of his husband but worried about
the director’s attention and unhappy about Nate’s long absence.

By the time Nate celebrates his opening night, all four
friends are exhausted both emotionally and physically and ready for the healing trip to
Ireland they’ve been planning for months.

Colin’s breathtaking ancestral home provides many magical
moments, but an unexpected and terrifying incident leaves them shaken and questioning
the faith in each other that has always been their foundation. Will these shattering
circumstances strengthen their bonds or break their hearts and tear their relationships
apart?

Excerpt

I feel like I’ve been a bit annoying lately.” He stared down at
the sheets and huffed out a noisy breath. “I feel like ever since you were abducted, I’ve been
an impossible son of a bitch to live with.”

“That’s not true either! What is wrong with you
today?”

Colin arched his eyebrows, his expression one of comic
confusion. “No one knows.”

“Please stop being so hard on yourself. You have
not
been an impossible son of a bitch to live with. Quite the contrary. I couldn’t have gotten
through this without you.”

Colin quirked his mouth and huffed out a sigh. “Well, if I
helped at all, I’m glad.”

“You chose me, remember?” Joshua said,
cupping Colin’s cheek.

“I did,” Colin whispered. “Smartest move I ever
made.”

“Well, I chose you too,” Joshua told him. “And I
knew—even when I left you and ran home to Glencoe—I knew I could never love anyone
else.”

Colin smiled and turned his head to press Joshua’s fingers
against his lips.

“It didn’t matter that you didn’t love me,” Joshua said, his
voice soft and dream-like. “It didn’t matter at all. I was bound to you, and I knew I always
would be.” He pressed his lips to Colin’s, his fingers tightening in Colin’s hair. “Didn’t matter
that you were mad at me,” Joshua continued. “I thought you never wanted to see me again,
and even that didn’t matter.” His dark eyes met Colin’s, and they were brimming with tears.
“I was yours. Even when you didn’t want me, I was yours. Even when I believed I was the
only one who loved… I loved you.”

Colin pulled Joshua tight against his body, rocking him in his
arms. “My darling boy, you weren’t the only one who loved! Every
minute we were apart was torment for me. I was just scared that if I let you love me, I’d
somehow hurt you. Or worse… lose you.”

“You can’t lose what’s already yours.” He stroked Colin’s
cheek. “When I fell in love with you, I gave you part of me that you couldn’t give back even if
you wanted to. A part of me that’ll always be yours. My vision of who you are as a man. My
faith in who you are as a person.” He shrugged, his thumb sliding along the rise of Colin’s
cheekbone. “All that will stay even if I don’t.”

Colin drew in a quick breath; his face contorted in pain.
“Don’t talk like that!”

“Relax,” Joshua murmured, nestling against Colin’s chest.
“To quote a famous Irishman, I’m not going anywhere!”

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
wasn’t 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
homosexual 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
always 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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