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Book Title: Playing the Player (Miami Piranhas, Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Beth

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood

Release Date: August 3,

Genres: Gay contemporary
sports romance

Tropes: Fake boyfriend,
bisexual awakening, friends to lovers

Themes: Found family,
trusting yourself, trusting others, finding confidence

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 91 000


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Center Logan Banks didn’t come to Miami looking for a best

He came for football and for a chance at
freedom—the freedom to live out of the closet.

But after a water main break, he lands an
unexpected roommate, the new Piranhas kicker, Dylan Leonard. Between practices, games,
and too many late nights on the couch, a best friend is exactly what he gets.

When Logan’s past rears its ugly head and
threatens to destroy the freedom he’s hoped for, Dylan becomes more than just a friend. He
becomes a lifeline.

But then their friendship gets incorrectly labeled as
something more, and Dylan shocks Logan by suggesting they play along with a fake

Logan knows it’s off limits to fall in love with Dylan.
He’s supposed to be straight, he’s his best friend, his roommate, and his teammate. But the
closer they grow, and the more he and Dylan fake falling in love, the more real it

The more real Logan wants it to be.

Making a play for love is the biggest risk he’s ever
taken, but he wants it all and he wants it with Dylan.


Dylan’s jaw dropped. “You’ve never seen Star

“Guilty as charged.”

“Well, first, we’re gonna remedy that ASAP,” Dylan
said with relish. “I can’t believe I get to pop your cherry.”

Logan froze, his hand still on the controller. “Uh,” he said.
“Hate to break it to you but that’s been done . . .”

But I could pop yours, that voice that didn’t want
to cooperate, inserted slyly. And now Logan was fucking thinking about it. A dark head,
between his heads, tongue flicking out uncertainly. A hand pressed to the middle of his
chest, as Dylan squirmed on his dick.

Stop. Do not cross Go.

“Your Star Wars cherry, silly,” Dylan said, laughing,
punching him lightly in the arm.

“Is that a thing?” If it was, then Logan wanted it to be Dylan
who did it. Logan wanted him to do all kinds of things.

It was a problem, even though he kept trying to pretend it

“Sure, it can be,” Dylan said, one of those quicksilver grins
lighting up his whole face.

“So why this game?” Logan asked, trying to pluck the game
from Dylan’s fingers, but he was too quick, and pulled it away. “’Cause it’s easy?”

“Well, it’s simpler, sure, but it also requires less hand-eye
coordination,” Dylan said, and Logan shot him a glare. But Dylan only laughed. “We’re being
honest here, dude. Set you on a football field, and you’d destroy most everyone, but with a
video game controller in your hands?”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Logan said with a resigned sigh. He grabbed
for the game again, and Dylan wasn’t quite fast enough this time, and when Logan got ahold
of it, he didn’t let go.

Yanked both it and Dylan over the side of the
couch, and Logan froze as the other guy landed basically in his lap.

He 100% did not mean to freeze. It wasn’t in his nature to

After all, they had a touchy-feely friendship. Logan had never
shied away from touching Dylan and vice versa. It worked for them.

But now he was in his lap.

And he wasn’t moving.

Logan could count every shade of green in Dylan’s eyes as they
stared at each other. His hand hovered right over Dylan’s back. He wanted to push him in,
pull him close, but no matter how touchy-feely they were, they weren’t in the
habit of embracing. Not like this.

Not with Dylan straddling him, not only wearing a pair of
athletic shorts each.

Then Dylan reached out, pressing a palm against Logan’s chest.
Right where his rose tattoo sat, right over his heart. Not pushing him away. Not using him to
get up. Just resting it there.

Like he couldn’t help it, he just wanted to touch.

You’re wrong. He doesn’t want to. Not like that. Not like
you want him to.

Logan opened his mouth to make a joke, but his brain was
empty, and nothing came out.

Dylan leaned forward a fraction. Licked his lips.

There was something soft and hazy and affectionate in his
gaze. Something curious.

And then he spoke. “Guess,” he said, voice low, “that your
reflexes really do suck, Banks.”

About the Author

A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with
her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just
as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first
foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope
springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.

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Book Title: Again: Fox Hollow Zodiac Novel 2–MM Shifter Romance Suspense

Author: Morgan Brice

Publisher: Darkwind Press

Cover Artist: Adrijus Guscia, cover wrap by Natania Barron

Release Date: July 5, 2022

Genres: Urban fantasy, MM shifter romance suspense

Tropes: Shifters, one true pairing (OTP), reincarnation, fated mates, mating bites, psychics, magic, curses, hurt/comfort, found family,

Themes: Long-distance relationship, having faith in each other, knowing you can depend on each other, navigating a new relationship

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 247 pages

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The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who’s not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time.


The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who’s not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time.

Lynx shifter Noah Wilson narrowly escaped being captured by the Huntsman. While recuperating in Fox Hollow, he meets his fated mate, wolf shifter Drew Lowe.

Noah has to return to Canada to finish filming his TV projects, so he and Drew visit when they can and come up with creative solutions to their long-distance relationship. Noah and Drew are sure they’re meant for each other and start making plans.

Drew’s dreams make him wonder if he and Noah are more than fated mates—could they be a true pairing, destined to find each other lifetime after lifetime?

Then Noah accidentally records a murder, and the killer is on his trail. Can he elude a master tracker and reach the safety of Fox Hollow, or will he and Drew have to wait to find happiness in another life?

Again is a thrill-packed MM shifter romance adventure full of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, one true pairing, reincarnation, sincere psychics, hunky mechanics, first responders, a sexy wildlife photographer, found family, and fated mates.


“I wish you could see this view in person—except for how cold it is.” Noah snapped a photo that didn’t do the colors of dawn justice, and sent it with his text to Drew.

He waited for a reply and realized Drew probably wasn’t awake yet. No one in their right mind is up at this hour.

He’d made the best of the cramped hotel room, knowing from experience to bring an extra blanket, good pillow, books, and power strips. Hotels never had enough outlets to charge his cameras. Fortunately, travel wasn’t a constant, but staying overnight to get the right light or have time to set up cameras happened fairly often.

Will that be a problem with Drew? Will he resent my photography? It’s a demanding job.

Noah cleaned his lenses and checked his batteries as he packed his day bag. Travel made it easy to find overnight company without entanglement, and he’d long ago grown tired of waking up alone. He’d had a serious relationship back in film school, which fizzled after graduation. There were a few boyfriends who lasted more than a month or two, but his irregular hours always ended up being more than anyone wanted to deal with for long.

Can it be different with Drew? We felt such an immediate bond—I’ve never had a connection like that with anyone. It’s like we’ve known each other forever.

“Of course. We’re fated mates,” his lynx reminded him, as if Noah could forget.

He smiled, thinking of their conversation that ended only a few hours ago. It wasn’t just the sex—although that was combustible in a way Noah had never experienced before. Everything took on a different light when it involved Drew. Talking about the trivial activities of the day wasn’t boring. Sharing a movie or even reading the same book and talking about their reactions now felt satisfying and fun.

I’m a Cancer—we’re protective and defend our family. Except I don’t really have any.

Noah didn’t have many living relatives. His father had vanished when he was young, and his mother died two years ago from a bad heart. He had a brother and sister, but they drifted apart, and Noah hadn’t heard from them in years. He wasn’t sure he even had valid addresses for them.

Drew is my mate. He’s my family now. And he has Russ and Liam and their friends. A pack. Someday, they’ll be my pack.

Clowder, his lynx sniffed. Lynxes have a clowder, not a pack.

Sounds like soup.

Clowder is not chowder, silly human. But we could vote to let Drew be an honorary lynx and join.

Vote? Who—you and me?

We are the only ones in our clowder now. It would be nice to add our mate—even if he is a dog.



I’ve fallen hard. And it should scare me. But it doesn’t. When I worry that he might not feel the same, I can’t breathe

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.

Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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Book Title: Captured
Cold Love, Book

Author: Scarlet

Publisher: Scarlet

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Release Date: August 8,

Genre: Contemporary small-
town m/m romance, crime/thriller

Tropes: Enemies to

Themes: Forced proximity,
hurt/comfort, angst

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 46 000

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“I’m not going anywhere
until I’ve slept in your nice warm bed. If you haven’t got an electric blanket, I’ll expect you to
warm me up personally.”


Who is the man with the gun? Friend or foe? Enemy
or lover?


I saw my way out and took it. I never dreamed it would be
complicated by someone as distracting as Gabriel.


I thought my cabin was safe in a snowstorm until
arrived. Shivering, blue with cold and armed with a gun. The hottest thing to ever happen to

Horror writer Gabriel’s worst nightmare is about to come

Alaska is home to Gabriel Black two months of the year
when he retreats to his isolated cabin to write. But with his relationship on the rocks, life is
treating him badly. He doesn’t think things can get any worse when a storm strikes, keeping
him snowed in, but he’s wrong.

His solitude is invaded by armed intruder Ethan, his origin a
mystery. Ethan is an enigma, a man surely on the run, maybe a dangerous criminal, but
Gabriel is drawn to Ethan’s broken spirit and damaged soul. Ethan is so much more than he
first appears and Gabriel wants to know what he hides.

Heat ignites between Gabriel and Ethan and the lines
between captive and captor soon start to blur. What secrets is Ethan keeping and will Gabriel
be prepared to risk all for him?

Trigger warnings: Scenes of violence and murder. Mentions of rape. Homophobic
language. Strong language and sexual scenes.


Dense, fat snowflakes fell from the dark sky. Caught by a
raging wind, they were whipped up into a vicious storm. Gabriel Black glanced out the
kitchen window into the night. He wasn’t too concerned about being snowed in. He had
plenty of food and the cabin was snug. It was par for the course here and conducive to his
work. He had a sentence whirling around and around inside his head like the snowflakes
outside. He tested it aloud, changing the words, listening to the sound on his

Gabriel cursed, startled out of his reverie as the toaster
coughed up two slices of blackened bread and the smoke alarm kicked in with an ear-
piercing shriek. He grabbed the key to the French window and fumbled a moment before he
yanked it open. A blast of freezing night air chilled him instantly to the bone. Shivering, he
waved a dish towel under the smoke alarm.

A flash of movement registered at the periphery of his
vision, black against the snow lying thick on the porch outside. Startled, he turned just as a
tall figure sidled through the window and levelled a gun at him.

Gabriel froze. Icy fingers crept down his back as he stared at
the man in his home. The intruder was in his late thirties, a couple of inches taller than
Gabriel and broader across the shoulders and chest. He wore a thin shirt, jeans and flimsy
canvas shoes, despite the weather outside being at least ten below. His untidy black hair was
wet with snow. His pale, attractive face was dominated by large green eyes. A few days’
worth of dark stubble lined his jaw. His lips and nose were blue and he trembled violently,
his teeth chattering together.

“Knock that off.” He raised his voice over the annoying shrill
of the smoke alarm.

Gabriel glared at him. He wafted the towel again and again
until the alarm shut off, leaving sudden silence broken only by the sound of the intruder
slamming the window shut and pocketing the key.

The two men faced each other across the kitchen. Gabriel’s
heart surged with terror. All the heat had deserted the kitchen after being open to the
elements of the frozen north for only a few seconds. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or cold that
made him shake. He looked down the barrel of the gun and wondered if tonight would be
his last. It was almost funny. He’d expected south central Alaska in the middle of a howling
snowstorm to be the safest haven you could find. Who could have predicted a half-dressed
man to suddenly hijack Gabriel’s perfect solitude? Who in their right mind was out in

He found his voice and spoke far more bravely than he felt.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The man stepped closer, right into Gabriel’s personal space.
His face was like stone, but still he couldn’t stop his shivering. “You don’t get to ask
questions. I want some dry clothes.” He prodded Gabriel hard with the gun in his chest.

Gabriel turned around. He led the intruder through the
living room. The crackling fire warmed him again. He reached the stairs and climbed on
wooden legs, wondering if he could turn suddenly and surprise the man, kicking the gun
from his hand. But his uninvited guest followed so closely behind him, their bodies were
almost touching and when he reached the top, Gabriel felt the gun digging into the small of
his back.

When they entered the bedroom, his guest gestured at the
wardrobe. “Come on. I want the thickest sweater you got.”

Gabriel chose some lounge pants and a hooded fleece-lined
sweater that he wore to chop logs for the fire.

“Underwear and two pairs of socks,” the man with the gun

Gabriel plucked the items from a chest of drawers. He
threw the lot into a heap on the bed and glared once more at the intruder. The guy didn’t
look remotely intimidated. If anything, he appeared amused.

“Stand over by the window while I change. Don’t even think
of trying anything because I swear I will shoot you in the head before you can

Gabriel positioned himself as directed so the man stood
between him and the door. He watched as the guy placed the gun on the nightstand. The
key to the kitchen window joined it. Then he pulled something from the back pocket of his
pants and laid them down too. A pair of handcuffs.

What the fuck?

About the Author

Scarlet writes mainly
contemporary m/m love stories that usually deal with dark themes. Her trope is enemies-to-
lovers and there’s often a hot cop thrown into the equation. She likes unusual settings and
atypical, flawed heroes. Her work is X-rated and her themes are not for the faint-hearted,
but a HEA is always assured.

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Book Title: Reigniting Chase

Author: Jeanne St.

Publisher: Double-J Romance,

Cover Artist: Golden Czermak
@ FuriousFotog

Release Date: July 30,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Gay, mature (both characters over 40), small town,

Themes: Dealing with loss, new beginnings

Heat Rating: 4

Length: 368

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An unexpected collaboration between two authors that’s
hot enough to spark a fire…



After an excruciating loss, I’m desperate for a fresh

Away from the painful memories.

Away from everyone I know and anyone who knows my

That’s how I end up in Eagle’s Landing,

As a bestselling author, my main reason for moving to a
remote mountain cabin is to overcome the writer’s block that crushed my creativity for the
past two years. My hope is to rediscover my words in the quiet, small town where no one
knows me. Or my past.

A place where I can blend in enough that I become


Even though Chase, one of my favorite authors, insists he
wants to be left alone, I refuse to let him wallow in whatever’s drowning him.

As a local bookstore owner and author myself, I’m intrigued
by the man who’s a master of the written word. Unfortunately, his social skills could use a lot
of work.

Even so, I’m determined to pull the irritable and frustrating
man out of the dark pit he’s fallen into and back to the surface, no matter how hard he fights
it. I only hope dragging Chase down that fiery path just might reignite his spark and that I
don’t get burned in the process.

Note: Please check the content warning before reading
or purchasing. It can be found at the beginning of the book (accessible by Amazon’s “look
inside” feature or by downloading the sample) as well as on my website. This standalone gay
romance has a guaranteed HEA, no cheating and no cliffhanger.


I paused my fork halfway to my mouth. I had only made a
small dent in the diner’s belly-busting breakfast special so far. It was criminal how much food
the server had delivered for five bucks.

Five freaking bucks. On Long Island, it would have cost me
at least fifteen.

And for only two more dollars, the coffee came with
unlimited refills. If I could mainline that welcomed caffeine right now, I would.

My whole body ached and I was exhausted, not only from
sleeping like shit in the motel, but from tackling the seemingly endless job of cleaning the
cabin from top to bottom. I didn’t want the furniture I purchased down at a mom-and-pop
store in Picture Rocks to be delivered until the place was completely spotless and all my
unwanted roommates had been effectively evicted.

While I liked bats and knew they were beneficial, I just
didn’t want to share the same space with them. If they returned to sleep in the rafters today,
then I needed to find how they were getting in since I had covered the broken window with

But all of that wasn’t what made me pause my eating, it
was the man across the diner who wouldn’t stop staring.

Like me, he also sat alone, but unlike me, he seemed to
know everyone in the diner. A local just like everyone else there.

The first morning, all eyes had turned in my direction as
soon as I walked through The Eagle’s Nest’s door, but now the waitresses were used to
seeing me since this was my third day eating in the diner, for both breakfast and a late

The food was good. The prices and attentive, friendly
service even better.

Even one of the thirty-something-year-old waitresses had
tried flirting with me. She had no idea she was barking up the wrong tree. Even if I was on
the dating market, she was playing on the wrong team. While I had the utmost respect for
women, I simply didn’t want to sleep with them.

However, the man who kept staring at me was most likely
not on my team, either.

Was he staring because I was simply a stranger in a close-
knit community, where everyone apparently knew everyone?

It couldn’t be because I was gay. While I had never hidden
it, I also didn’t flaunt it and most women, when I broke it to them gently, were shocked to
find out the truth.

Most men, too.

I’d heard, “My
gaydar must be broken,
” more times than I’d
ever wanted to.

Even so, dating wasn’t on my agenda anytime soon. Or
ever, since I had no plans on dating anyone ever again.

Life would be easier that way. Plus, at this point, being a
team player didn’t matter, I preferred to remain a free agent.

Ignoring the man, I finished shoving the forkful of
scrambled eggs into my mouth, hoping the guy would get bored staring at me.

Still ignoring the man, I stabbed a piece of sausage, also
shoving it into my mouth and chewing, hoping the guy would lose interest in whatever had
caught it in the first place.

Continuing to ignore the rude man, I sucked down half a
cup of black coffee, hoping the guy would simply fuck off.

Finally, unable to ignore him anymore, I dropped the fork
on my plate with a clatter, tipped my head down and rubbed my forehead. I steadied my
breathing in an attempt to lower my quickly rising blood pressure.

I only wanted to eat in peace. I wasn’t here to make friends,
or even enemies.

I only wanted to be left the fuck alone.

But of course that wasn’t going to happen.

This was exactly why I left Long Island, everything I knew
and everybody who knew me.

I wanted to live somewhere no one knew me or my
backstory. I had gotten to the breaking point, swallowed up by pity on one hand, or people
thinking it was time I “got over it” on the other.

I’d never get over it.

Not fucking ever.

screamed through my head when the dark-haired man rose from where he sat at the
counter. After throwing a few singles next to his plate, he turned and headed away from the
entrance and toward my booth.

Of. Fucking. Course.

Dread rose from my gut into my throat and began to choke
me. The man might have recognized me somehow.

Lifting my coffee cup, I peered over the rim to keep an eye
on the approaching man. My muscles and spine stiffened more with every step taken closer
to where I sat. Trying to mind my own business.

Trying to eat breakfast.

Trying to exist in peace.

About the Author

Today, Amazon and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong
women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first
published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish
her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances.
She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. She also writes M/M
paranormal romance under the name J.J. Masters.

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Book Title: Don’t Hold Back (Chasing Gold Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Colette

Cover Artist: Colette

Release Date: July 26, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Rivals to lovers, grumpy and sunshine, slow burn,

Themes: Winning isn’t everything, learning to love yourself

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 93,000

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Can rivals gain Olympic
glory and love?


Garret has spent years training in gymnastics, but the
pressure has taken its toll. Despite qualifying for the Olympics, failing to medal at the World
Championships is all he can think about.

Anger is taking control and strangling his ability to focus on
training, when his main rival, Team USA gymnast, Ryder Anderson, arrives at the gym to train
alongside him.

Garrett wants to hate Ryder, but he can’t ignore his rival’s
sunshine personality and handsome looks. Discovering Ryder is fighting a battle against
himself, Garrett’s anger turns to admiration and then love.

Dating his rival isn’t against the rules, but that doesn’t make
it a good idea. Can they make a relationship work despite the pressure of the Olympics, or
will they crack under the strain?

Don’t Hold Back is an M/M sports romance with a grumpy gymnast who falls for his sunshiny rival. It
has a slow-burn relationship and some hurt/comfort.

Trigger warnings: Don’t Hold Back features a character who has anorexia.


“Ryder.” Lennie waved him across. “Good work. I’ve got two
options for you.”

Ryder raised his eyebrows as he waited. From the look on
Lennie’s face, he wasn’t sure he’d like either of them.

“You could go to Boulder and train alongside David

David was a two-time Olympian.

“Isn’t he trained by Isaiah Hobbs these days?” Ryder asked,
trying hard not to scowl.


“That’s not really an option, then is it?”

“Hobbs said he’d have you.”

Ryder shook his head and half turned away. “I don’t
particularly care.”

“I didn’t think you’d go for it. But Boulder’s closer to home
than my next suggestion.”

“There’s not much farther away than that.”

“The other option is to come with me.”

“To England?”

Lennie nodded. “I’ve called in a favour at my old gym in Leeds.
They’d be happy to have us. We could train around visiting hours. They’re pretty
prescriptive. You’d get more training hours in if you went to Boulder.”

“I’d rather take the week off than train under Isaiah again.” He
folded his arms and dipped his chin. “England, huh? I’ve always wanted to see Buckingham

Lennie laughed. “Leeds and London aren’t exactly next


“Seriously, what do you think?”

Ryder drew in a breath. “Travelling’s always harder than being
home, but I’d rather train with you in England than with Isaiah. But only if you’re sure.”

“I am. We can stay at my parents’ house. Dad won’t mind if you
take over the kitchen. Or if you prefer, we can rent somewhere.”

“Sounds good.” It was easy to say, less easy to feel.

Ryder always felt anxious about travelling, especially when it
meant staying somewhere else for any length of time. But travelling was unavoidable at his
level of gymnastics, so he dealt with it.

“You’re sure?”

Ryder smiled and nodded. He wouldn’t train under Isaiah
again. He couldn’t.

“You won’t be the only Olympian training at the gym we’ll be
using,” Lennie said.


“Two members of the British team train there. Reece
Matthews and Garrett Kidd.”

“They’re great gymnasts.”


Ryder laughed. “Garrett’s the handsome scowling one,

Lennie gave him a stern look.

“What? He is handsome, and he was very scowly at Worlds
when I went to congratulate him.”

“You beat him.”


Lennie rolled his eyes. “He probably thought you were rubbing
your win in his face.”

“Me? Nah. Why would I do that?”

Lennie raised an eyebrow.

“I barely beat him in the all-around final. It was by point four or

“Point two.”

“Oh. Even closer than I thought.” Ryder shrugged. “Either one
of us could have won on the day. I was just luckier. See? Now I’m looking forward to a trip to

Lennie shook his head and sighed. “Let’s see your floor routine

Ryder grinned. “On it.”

About the Author

Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she
met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually
led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England
with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Spanish Siesta” by C F White.


Book Title: Spanish Siesta (Flying into Love #2)

Author and Publisher: C F

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
(KAM Design)

Release Date: July 29,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Friends to Lovers

Themes: Bisexual awakening, forced proximity, coming out

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 65 250 words/260

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


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Can a Spanish siesta make Matt see his best friend the way
Kieran’s been hoping he would for years?


Matt Robinson just got dumped. Again. With his sister’s
wedding on the horizon, he needs a plus one.

Kieran Barker has been in love with his straight best
friend for far too long. It’ll never happen. Having already been left behind when Matt went
to university, Kieran can’t take more heartbreak.

So when Matt invites Kieran to spend a whole week
with him on the island of Majorca, Kieran can’t let himself think there’s more to it than lads
on tour. All he can do is play the field to take his mind of the hot, rugby honed body of his
oldest mate. Sexy men are in abundance in Magaluf, right? Matt only wants to cop off with
the bridesmaid anyway.

But when Matt’s overprotectiveness about Kieran’s
late-night escapades borders on jealousy, can he even dare to think that there’s more to
their years of flirtations than simple bromance?

And can Matt really acknowledge his feelings when
they’ll soon be returning to England, with him back to the university rugby team and two
hundred miles away from Kieran.

Spanish Siesta (Flying into Love #2) is a Contemporary, Friends to Lovers,
Bisexual Awakening, Forced Proximity MM Romance featuring a hot-headed rugby Fly-Half
struggling with his emotions and an out-and-proud wannabe dancer suffering from
unrequited love.


“Shit.” Matt grabbed Kieran by the arm, and shoved him
back into the elevator, slamming his hand on any old button.

“What the fuck, Matt?”

The elevator shunted and they both had to grab the
handrail running along the lift.

“It’s going down!” Kieran widened his eyes. “How is it going

Matt didn’t say anything. His heart thumped and the foggy
wooziness from the alcohol he thought hadn’t affected him crept up to make his head spin.
The doors opened into a dark space. A basement, maybe? A cleaning closet. He’d hit the
sodding service call button.

Kieran reached out to hit the G but Matt grabbed his arm,
preventing him then yanked them both out and into darkness.

“What the—”

Matt slapped a hand over Kieran’s mouth, “Shhh!”

The elevator doors closed, the lift moving up, surrounding
them in silence. Kieran stared at him, eyes widening. Matt drifted his hand from Kieran’s
mouth but held a finger to his lips.

“What the fuck?” Kieran mouthed.

Matt stepped farther into the dark space, checking the
surroundings. He breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered they were alone then turned
back to face Kieran.

“Why have you shoved me in a fucking broom cupboard?”

Matt’s chest rose with the force of his inhalation. He tried
to calm his thrashing heart. His invasive thoughts. His fear. His nerves. He couldn’t find any
words. How could he explain? What would he say when he didn’t understand any of this
himself? Rationality drowned by his thumping pulse, he closed his eyes to try to steady his

“Matt?” Kieran’s voice was distant but calming. “Matt, you
okay?” He placed his palm to his forehead. “Is it sunstroke?”

Matt opened his eyes at the gentle touch, at the warm
breath trickling onto his skin, at the unwavering concern in shaking lips.

Matt shook his head.

Kieran lowered his hand but Matt grabbed his wrist.

“Matt? You’re scaring the fuck out of me.”

“You think I ain’t scaring myself right now?”

“Why?” Kieran’s question was shrouded by his sharp

“Because I don’t know, Kier. I don’t know what’s
happening.” He squeezed desperate fingers around Kieran’s wrist, glancing down to the
swirls of his tribal tattoo and his breath hitched. “What’s happening to me?”

“Too much sangria?”

Matt pursed his lip, shaking his head.

“Too much sun?”

Matt shook his head.

“You drank the tap water?”

Matt hefted out an exasperated sigh.

“Then, you’re gonna have to tell me.” Kieran licked his lips.
“Because I’m all out of ideas.”

Matt rubbed his thumb along the underside of Kieran’s
wrist, eyes down, not able to look at Kieran as he contemplated what he should do. What he
needed to do. What he was so desperate to do that it consumed his every breath.


Matt cut off Kieran’s words with a kiss.

Kieran didn’t respond. He stood there, eyes wide as if he
couldn’t believe what was happening. Frozen. Stunned. Accepting Matt’s lips on his.
Shit. It was wrong. This was wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Fears
confirmed, Matt pulled away, sinking back against the wall, telling his thumping heart he was

Kieran didn’t move. He didn’t breathe either.

Then, he closed his eyes to exhale the words, “You better
not be fucking with me.”

Matt met his gaze through the shadowy darkness. “Give me
half a chance.” It had meant to be a light-hearted joke. Something to lift the mood. It came
out wrong though and Kieran reached for the lift call button.

Matt held out his hand. “Don’t.” He hung his head. “Please
don’t. I got this far. I might need help for the next step.”

Kieran dropped his hand away. Then, after several awkward
moments of silence, he said, “You kissed me.”


“You put your lips on mine.”


“You…were going to put your tongue in my mouth.”

“Are you a fucking snog pundit? Do you commentate all
your kisses in the dark?”

“No, Matt!” Kieran raked a hand through his hair. “Just the
ones that come from my best fucking mate.” He slapped Matt’s chest. “My
straight best mate.”

“I don’t recall ever saying I was straight.”

“You don’t have to, Matt. It’s implied in your heterosexual

Matt cocked his head. “Bit last season, there, Kier.”

“I’m going to choke you with bog roll in a minute.”

“Bog roll?”

“We’re in a fucking closet!” Kieran flapped his hands at
shelves and shelves of toilet paper and cleaning products. “Which is so damn ironic, I can’t

About the Author

Brought up in a relatively
small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do
and fail—leave.

Studying at a West London
university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much
like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly search for
the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with
chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where
the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead
of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down

Eventually she moved West to
East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit
of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a
life, a home and a family.

After her second son was
born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and it brought pen back to and paper
after having written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the
world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, C F White can’t stop.

So strap in, it’s going to be a
bumpy ride.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Sucker For Love Mystery #6: Our Shellfish Desires” by K.L. Hiers. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway!


Book Title: Sucker For Love Mystery #6: Our Shellfish Desires

Author: K.L. Hiers

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Tiferet Design

Release Date: July 19, 2022

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tropes: MMM, First Time, First Time Threeway, First Time Throuple, Grumpy One Loves the Sunshine Ones

Themes: Learning to trust, Healing from trauma, Overcoming addiction

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 65 000 words

It is a standalone story, BUT the author would highly recommend reading the rest of the series.

The book does not end on a cliffhanger.


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You don’t need a body to have a heart.


People talk about the marriage of true minds, but Alexander doesn’t think this is what they meant.

After a cruel experiment binds him to the soul of Rota, an old god, Alexander has one mission: find Rota’s body. Having a godly boyfriend is great, but it would be better to have one that he could actually touch. Unfortunately, even Alexander’s ability to command Rota’s divine power hasn’t helped.

A rare book of poetry may finally provide the answer. The expertise they need translating it brings them to Oleander Logue, a young man with plenty of problems that seem at odds with his cheerful nature. Ollie is happy to help, but he’s in trouble with a gangster who demands that Alexander and Rota solve a series of murders first.

Desperate, Alexander and Rota accept the case… but it’s not that simple. The gangster’s threats to Ollie’s safety disturb them both, but is that because they’re both growing more attracted to Ollie… or because he’s a potential host for Rota? If they can’t solve these murders, they may never find out.


“Thank you!” Ollie gushed. “That was so cool! You totally just kicked Nathaniel’s ass!”

Alexander swallowed a squeak and forgot how to work all of his muscles. Ollie was so warm, and he smelled like alcohol, cigarettes, and patchouli oil with a hint of vanilla.

“Seriously, that was amazing!” Ollie turned Alexander so he could beam down at him, still hugging him close. “I mean, okay, it’s kinda your fault he got in here, but thank you.” He smiled wider. “Whoa. Your eyeballs are turning all pink.”

Alexander was torn between pushing Ollie away and melting into his arms. The simple affection was making his knees weak, having for so long only experienced physical touch that was designed to hurt. His brain refused to cooperate, and all he could do was stutter, “Y-yeah, they do that.”

Who was that man, Ollie? Rota asked.

Alexander slipped away from Ollie, mourning the loss of contact the second he did. He scrambled to get another cigarette. “Yeah, and what was he? I’ve never seen magic like that before.”

“His name is Nathaniel Ware.” Ollie fidgeted and dipped back into the kitchen, still talking. “He is so not fuckin’ human. He’s, like, a troll dude with tusks and a long tail.”

An Absola? Rota sounded intrigued. Here on Aeon?

The gods had created many monstrous creatures before mortals, including a troll-like race of beings called the Absola. They, along with the other so-called everlasting people, were said to have gone with the gods into the dreaming, and neither Alexander nor Rota had heard of any living in this world for thousands of years.

“Yeah, but not, like, all the way?” Ollie mused. “He’s like a diet Absola.”

“But the Absola don’t control time or space,” Alexander pointed out. “The Faedra do.”

“Whatever! Look, he’s a freaky monster guy, and he works for Sullivan Stoker. Do you know who that is?”

“No.” Alexander grabbed the book to put back in his pocket and followed Ollie. Unsurprisingly, the kitchen was as much of a disaster as the rest of the apartment.

Ollie was pouring red wine into two glasses as he explained, “He’s a crime boss. Like, this big drug lord. And okay, so I may have had a tiny drug problem before. When I first got the eyeballs of Yeris, I had trouble dealing with it.” He thrust a glass at Alexander.

“No thanks.”

Ollie poured it into his glass and sipped off the excess. “I made okay money translating, but it wasn’t enough to keep up with my habit, so I started taking product on credit. Like, so much. And I kinda owe him a lot of money, and he’s very unhappy with me. I’ve been trying to make payments, and he’s been chill ’cause my uncle is a cop, but—”

“He’s tired of waiting and he’s sending goons after you?” Alexander finished.

“Yeah. Damn. You should be a detective.”

“How about this?” Alexander crossed his arms. “I’ll keep the criminal scum from hounding you in exchange for you translating the book?”

“I, I guess that could work.” Ollie frowned. “Will you…. Will you stay here? I need some time to figure out how to deal with Stoker, and, and I’ll find a way to make the translating work, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll put new wards up, and if anyone is stupid enough to come back, I’ll—”

“Where are you gonna sleep?”


Ollie scratched his head. “My bed is kinda small, but I guess we could share—”

“Your couch is fine.” Alexander blushed miserably. He could not handle the mere thought of being anywhere near a bed with Ollie right now. He had to be going insane. That’s all it was. “Once it’s cleaned up, of course.”

You should take better care of your home, Ollie. It’s quite a mess.

“I know.” Ollie sighed. “It’s so damn bad. I just never have the energy, and I’ve been really depressed. Like, forever depressed. I died a little, my ex is getting married… it’s been a whole thing.”

Alexander had the inexplicable desire to reach out for Ollie. It was obvious he was upset, and Alexander wanted to feel his arms around him again. He stayed where he was, taking a step back for good measure, as if the distance would quell the urge.

So, you’re single?

“Rota!” Alexander barked, angrily chanting inside his head, Shut up, shut up, shut up!

“Yeah. Duh.” Ollie snorted and slurped more of his wine. He swayed and leaned against the counter, eyeing where Rota was hovering behind Alexander. He grinned. “Okay, wait. Are you hitting on me?”

I believe we are, yes. We’re not very good at it, but we’re making an effort.

“No, we’re not!” Alexander gritted his teeth. “Hey! You look good and drunk. Book. Now.”

Say please.

“Please,” Alexander hissed.

“Okay, okay, sure thing.” Ollie was still grinning. “You know, if you were hitting on me, I would have to tell you—”

A portal opened up and a hand slid through, snatching Ollie so fast that he dropped his wine. The glass hit the ground, shattering as the portal closed.

Just like that, Ollie was gone.

About the Author

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

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

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AUDIOBOOK & EBOOK TOUR: “Breaking Cover” by Kaje Harper.


Book Title: Breaking Cover (Life Lessons Book

Author and Publisher: Kaje Harper

Narrator: JF Harding

Release Date: June 29, 2022

Genre: Contemporary/Mystery M/M romance

Tropes: Modest age-gap, in the closet

Themes: Coming out, gay parenting

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 9 hours and 46 minutes

It is best read after book 1.

The book does not end on a cliffhanger. It has a solid
HFN ending, not yet a HEA. Audiobooks 3 and 4 scheduled for later this summer.


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Sometimes one moment defines a


For homicide detective Mac, it’s been a good year. Having Tony to go home to
makes him a better cop and a better person. For Tony, it’s been hard being in love with a
man he can’t touch in public. Evasions and outright lying to friends and family take a little of
the shine off his relationship with Mac, but Tony is determined to make it work.

As the Minneapolis Police Department moves into a hot, humid summer, Mac is faced with a

different challenge. A killer has murdered two blond women, and the police have no real
clues. Mac hates to think that another murder may be the only way they’ll make progress
with the case. But when that murder happens, it hits close to home for Tony. And suddenly
Mac faces an ultimatum: come out into the sunlight and stand beside Tony as his lover, or
walk away and live without a piece of his heart.

About the Author

I get asked about my name a
lot. It’s not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old
nickname, and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to
admit (*whispers – forty-five years*), although mostly for my own entertainment. I write
M/M romance, often with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi, paranormal… I also have
Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)

After decades of writing just
for fun, my husband convinced me I really should submit something, somewhere. My first
professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out in May 2011. I now have a good-sized
backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon
The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact.
A complete list with links can be found on my website “Books” page at

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