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Book Title: Reigniting Chase

Author: Jeanne St.
James

Publisher: Double-J Romance,
Inc.

Cover Artist: Golden Czermak
@ FuriousFotog

Release Date: July 30,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

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

Themes: Dealing with loss, new beginnings

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 368
pages

It is a standalone story with
no cliffhanger.

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

Blurb

Chase

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

Away from the painful memories.

Away from everyone I know and anyone who knows my
story.

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

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
invisible.

Rett

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.

Excerpt

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
plastic-sheeting.

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
dinner.

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.

“Fuck!”
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

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA
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
Davison

Cover Artist: Colette
Davison

Release Date: July 26, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Rivals to lovers, grumpy and sunshine, slow burn,
hurt/comfort

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

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 93,000
words

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

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Can rivals gain Olympic
glory and love?

Blurb

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.

Excerpt

“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
Marshall.”

David was a two-time Olympian.

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

“Yes.”

“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
Palace.”

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

“Oh.”

“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.

“Oh?”

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

“They’re great gymnasts.”

“Yes.”

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

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.”

“So?”

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
something.”

“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
England.”

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

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

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
(KAM Design)

Release Date: July 29,
2022

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
pages

It is a standalone story and
does 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?

Blurb

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.

Excerpt

“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
down?”

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
breathing.

“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
swallow.

“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—”

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
sorry.

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.”

“Yup.”

“You put your lips on mine.”

“Yup.”

“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
relationships.”

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
deal.”

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
coffee.

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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