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RECENT RELEASE: “Feral Hearts” by AJ Church

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Post published:July 29, 2026
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RECENT RELEASE

Book Title: Feral Hearts

Author: A.J. Church

Publisher: Nytshadow Publishing

Cover Artist: Gigi at G-Cat Designs

Release Date: July 17, 2026

Tense/POV: First person, dual POV

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort, mutual obsession

Themes: Bisexual awakening, mental health

Length: 129,000 words/565 pages

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

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

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There’s nothing closer to love than a good hatred.

Blurb

Aubie

I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I’ve never let that stand in the way of my two favorite past times–breaking hearts and disappointing my family. An ardent fan of the smooth line and shallow hookup, I excel at keeping things gliding on the surface. Feelings, when I have them, are reserved for the few I call friends. Until the night I walk into Club Eros and come face to face with Cutter Knight. Tall, dark, and mouthwateringly handsome, he’s also an uptight prick. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to toss all my rules out the window for just one taste.

Cutter

Once upon a time I was the golden boy of my family. Future planned out. Ducks all in a row. Then my idiot brother threw my world into a tailspin. Now I go out of my way to avoid his type, which is why I hate Aubie Gauthier. He’s a spoiled brat with an old money trust fund and a reputation for being a shameless slut. And for some reason he’s set his sights on me. I’m not gay, and even if I was, I wouldn’t be interested in someone like Aubie. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to matter to him.

Excerpt from Chapter 1

“FIRST TIME?”

I glance up at the tall hunk standing next to me and shake my head.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says with a smile. “You’ll do fine.”

“Oh, I’m not nervous.” More like excited.

I’ve spent two days working on my routine. The biggest part of that was selecting my outfit. I chose a charcoal gray velvet jacket, sheer black shirt, slinky black silk pants and dance slippers. I kept my makeup to just some eyeliner and a little shadow. I’m going for a debaucherous lord of the manor aesthetic. I picked out my music–Parked Outside by the Afghan Whigs–and threw it on a thumbdrive for the DJ, then loaded everything in a suit bag.

I stand when the stage manager calls my name and head through the short hallway to the front of the house. From the moment I stroll onto the stage and my music starts to play, I know I’m home. The mechanics of taking off my clothes are secondary to having all those eyes watching me undress, knowing that I’ll soon be naked in front of them. I nearly come before the first article of clothing hits the floor.

After dancing provocatively for half a minute, I unbutton the jacket and flash my chest under the sheer black shirt while sliding the fingers of one hand into my mouth and sucking each one dry. When I’ve got their attention, I start to lose clothing. Jacket first. One shoulder at a time. Once it’s gone, I run my fingers down the front of the shirt, unbuttoning as I go. I dance like that for a chorus with my best bedroom eyes, daring the audience to look away.

You don’t want to miss this.

My hand slides down inside my waistband, making a show of cupping my stiffening cock before pulling on the drawstring to untie my pants. I bite my lip and offer a naughty grin as I let go of the string. The silky fabric slides down my legs to pool at my feet.

I step out of them and strut over to the pole, arching my back and tangling my hands above my head as I start to writhe my back against it. The shirt slides off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the sheer thong. The flimsy garment barely contains my straining cock.

I caress myself while I dance, lost in the music.

Lost in the moment.

The sexual tension in the room is exquisite. Like a bow string being pulled taut. The music vibrates against me and I grind my hips to its beat, letting my mouth drop open to rim my lips with a teasing tongue. Come taste me, my eyes say.

I can feel it. They’re hungry for me.

For me.

Let’s give them what they want. I slide my hands down my chest to fondle my nipples, causing my cock to noticeably twitch. At this rate I’ll be making a mess on this stage. I move my hands down to my hips then turn away and rotate my hips, humping the air. Wishing I had a warm body to fuck right now. I can at least make them think I do.

I slide my fingers under the thin straps of the thong and bend over to slowly roll it down my legs, baring my hole. I look over my shoulder to get their response.

Now this is addictive. All those eyes, all this bare flesh. How could they possibly not want me?

I turn to face my admirers, finally free to prowl the stage completely naked.

And prowl I do, vacillating between bold, come hither looks and coy smiles with just enough of my inner slut to make my moves seductively feline. I know I hit the sweet spot when people start squirming in their seats. One man in the front row yells, “Oh honey, let me help you with that,” when I slide my finger over the head of my cock and bring it to my nose. I take a deep whiff before plunging the finger between my lips and moaning.

Damn, I’m turning myself on.

About the Author

Growing up a military brat meant I was always the new kid in school, so my friends were often the characters I found in the books I read and later wrote. I love dreaming up bad boys and the trouble they can get into, and lucky for them, I’m a sucker for a well-earned happily ever after. Or at least a happily for now.

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NEW RELEASE: “Save the Date” by Sophie Soames

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Post published:May 5, 2026
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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Save The Date

Author/Publisher/Cover Artist: Sophia Soames

Release Date: May 1 2026

Tense/POV: first person/alternating POV

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Bi awakening, age gap, forced proximity, only one bed, hurt-comfort, single Dad

Themes: TV Married at first sight style show

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 100k words/350 pages

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

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Blurb

Peter Felton

If there was a meme for being a total cliché?

That would be me.

It wouldn’t even need a description, just a pathetic snapshot of me in my threadbare pyjamas standing at my filthy kitchen table staring into the wall like a loser.

Because that is exactly who I am. The middle-aged widower caught up in his very own hell of a midlife crisis. The guy who isn’t over his dead wife. The single dad. Pathetic, Peter. Utterly pathetic.

The guy who thought… I don’t know what I’d been thinking. Because if someone had told me that at forty-five, I’d willingly go on a reality TV dating show?

Yeah. You get the picture. The memes were brutal. Every single one of them was bouncing around the internet like a contagious super-virus. The internet was forever. And so was love.

It’s not who I am, this… this joke of a man I’ve become. It never was, and now? Now I’m standing here wondering how I will ever leave the house again.

Oliver Jacobs

When I was a kid, I thought I was invincible. Turns out… sometimes I was. Sometimes my confidence took me places, and anyway. When you fall? You get up. Make a plan, organize your options and run with the obvious solution. I was good like that.

But I hadn’t counted on… this one plan going so very very wrong. So terribly awfully wrong.

Because my requests had been simple and easy. Youngish, around my age. No facial hair. Nice. No kids, no baggage.

Also gay.

And then? They’d gifted me… Peter Fenton. Everything I hadn’t asked for. And now he is all I want.

So… should I… Save the date? Or just swallow down the fact that Oliver Jacobs… is about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

Save the Date is a standalone novel set in the Square Mile Rogues universe.

Content warnings for having lost your partner, violent grief and finding out that love… really matters.

Excerpt

“Oh god,” he groaned, rolling over on the bed where he’d simply thrown himself down on top of the covers. To be honest? I wanted to do the same, tea and all. But thankfully he sat himself back up and received the teacup from my outstretched hands.

“The cups are from Darcie Blush. Gorgeous design.”

“You have to stop with the product promotions. You’re making me look bad!”

“I’m saving your arse here, Peter. Now, Anne. What do we think?”

“She’s with Jorge, and he says she’s pleasant enough, but she’s a good two feet taller than him and he’s as intimidated as anything. His words.”

“Oh. Good gossip. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“It’s all gossip.” The groans coming from him, as sipped the tea, were almost hilarious. But I got it. We were both wrung out and I did… surprisingly… make a good cup of tea.

“And it will all be public gossip. ”I agreed. “Did you read the call sheet? The first episode will air in two weeks. Two! They don’t hang around here, the editing team is working 24/7, so no wonder they’re all shouting at us to say the right things.”

“Instead we’re all gossiping and name-dropping.” He rolled his shoulders, again loudly sipping his tea. “And drinking tea like two little grannies.”

“Granddads.” I laughed. “Well, you’re the Granddad.”

“Which makes you what? What was it you called yourself? A hot twink?”

I liked that he was so easy to get on with. Just simple conversation and ready smiles. He had no idea how much I had needed just this. Something un-complicated. Straightforward.

“I thought you were straight, Peter.”

“Labels are for jam, at least that’s what Wren was saying. But I am starting to question everything. Is every single couple on this show awfully mismatched or what?”

“I think that’s the whole point of the show. One of the production team was talking to someone else, Gina was talking to Jorge I think, I was waiting to film with her so I kind of eavesdropped, that when the first episode goes live, the voting will start. The viewing public will matchmake and then on the Friday, we will all get recoupled. I am assuming that’s why. Someone in here is the perfect match for us, but we don’t know who yet. And I suppose…”

“So… I will be moving in with someone else?”

“What do I know?”

“Oh.” He looked genuinely shocked. “It’s only been a day, but I like being… with you.” He suddenly looked embarrassed, his cheeks blushing under an awkward smile. “I don’t mean like that. You know. I was just settling into that fact, and now…this?”

“I’m trying to figure out who was meant for who. I mean, you have options. We have Diane, who fancies you, and Anne who kept trying to talk to you. Then there was Xanthe.”

“Xanthe is trans. And only interested in men her age. I’m too old.”

“Well, who’s prejudiced now?”

“I’m not, I had a quick chat with her, her teeth are fantastic. Done locally, and I know her dentist. I’m just being sensible here. I can’t see anyone else being an option for me, but Xanthe? No. She’s as confused as we are as to why she’s with… Gerald.”

“Chloe-Catherine doesn’t seem confused?” I was just kidding, and his eyeroll made me laugh.

“Thank you, but no. I have no intention of becoming Chloe-Catherine’s sugar-daddy.” He said quietly, staring me down. I’d noticed that earlier, he could be a little intense at times. I didn’t think I minded.

“What even is that?” Tea. I rarely drank tea, but I think I liked it. Calming. I needed to be calm. Don’t panic. “The double-barrelled thing. She’s obsessed.”

“A brand…” he rolled his eyes. I think I liked him. Funny. Normal.

“No I meant, thank you. To you.”

“I’ve done nothing. Just tea.”

“For doing this with me. You could have walked out.”

Strangely, I smiled. A warmth filling in my chest. I was rarely… appreciated. And this somehow felt just like that.

“Not giving up yet.” I gulped out, trying to swallow another mouthful of hot liquid. ”But, at least you have options. There’s only Bi-sexual-Ben left for me, and he scares me. And to be honest? I don’t think I’m his type at all.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He gave off those vibes. I mean, you meet people, and you kind of know. Straight away, virtual thorns out, all prickly.”

“Like me.”

“Just like you”. I smiled. I wasn’t being rude, but he got that. Got me. The relief was like another welcome balm to my soul.

“Tell me about that.” He continued, getting comfortable on the bed. “These sheets are from Donna Truham’s private luxury range. Did you know that, Oliver?”

“I did not know that, Peter. And are they available to purchase from her website?”

He was holding that laughter in, as I smiled at the camera attached to the wall.

“They are indeed, Oliver. Donna Truham dot com. Use the code Save the date for your exclusive ten percent off!”

“That is such a good deal!” I squealed. Then I rolled my eyes. “That’s enough of that stuff. Tell me about your work.”

“Nahahahah… I asked first. Tell me about this instant vibe. In my days, we used to go out and meet girls. You had to compliment them on their hair, their dress, and how nice they smelled. Then you had to ask them to dance. It was really simple because they could just say no and then you knew and moved on. Dignity intact. These days?”

“It’s not that complicated. You meet someone. Stare at them. They stare back. If they hold eye contact, you might, you know? Clink glasses. Have a little snog.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Well, you have to kind of… be in a gay club if you wanna kiss boys. So I have no idea how it works for women…”

“You’ve never been with a woman I assume?”

“Absolutely not. I’m a gold star gay me.”

“Fair enough. Wait… Gold star?”

“A gay guy who’s never been with a woman. Never been inside a vagina.”

“Okay?”

“Not a Platinum star gay though sadly. That’s a…“ I leaned over and whispered into his ear. “A platinum star gay is a gay guy who’s never been inside a vagina at all. C-section baby.”

I pulled back slowly for effect, laughing out loud as his face bloomed red.

“I’ve never met someone who blushes as much as you.”

“I’m a sheltered middle aged dentist, mate!” He shrieked, but he was laughing. Good for him.

“I think you just made yourself another meme there.” I declared, boldly throwing my arms out.

“Well. I’m ticking them off one by one. Here’s the next one. What if you’re just an ordinary bloke who suddenly has a male partner? What are you then? A brick gay or something?”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.” I smiled.

“It’s just human, isn’t it. We like who we like.” Peter was a nice guy. I had to admit it.

“It’s just who we are, isn’t it? I just always knew. Never hid it. Life can be stupid that way, I mean, what’s the point of hiding what you are? What you’re into?”

“Very true. And I mean, my darling wife was a staunch defender of everyone’s right to love whomever they wanted to love. She… sorry. I shouldn’t talk about my wife.”

“You should. Because she is still important to you?”

“She is. Her name was Mary.”

“Mary. And how did you meet Mary?”

I had no idea where the questions were coming from, but now I was lying down on the bed next to him, still fiddling with my empty cup, listening to stories from his university days, and laughing at his… plain naivety with all of this.

“I like that you don’t care.” Came out of my mouth in the middle of some rant about the pitfalls of fame. Because apparently he’d been… some kind of celebrity. And he was honestly as far away from what I assumed a celebrity would be. He was… ”You’re like the most normal person I’ve ever met.”

“Careful, you’ll end up a meme on the interweb too.” he grinned.

“Nah, no more space on that internet, you’ve already taken them all. I mean, I want to meet someone, but they have to accept that I’m still a married man.”

“Yeah. Probably not the greatest catchphrase.” He admitted.

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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SERIES TOUR: “Death’s Embrace” by H. L. Moore

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Post published:April 26, 2026
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DEATH’S EMBRACE SERIES TOUR

Author and Publisher: H. L. Moore

Cover Artist: Damonza

Pairing: MM (slow burn)

Genres: Fantasy (coalpunk)

The stories are best read in order.

DEATH’S EMBRACE SERIES BLURB

Doran Ó Seanáin, former miner and leader of the Black Lung Gang, and his best friend, Lien, are almost at a breaking point in their ongoing conflict with the city of Arajon’s tyrannical ruler. Just as things are spiralling out of control, Doran crosses paths with Nathaniel Morgenstern, an apotheker with a mysterious past. As their relationship develops against the backdrop of the ongoing social turmoil, the secrets Nathaniel is keeping might threaten to destroy them all…

BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1

Book Title: Heart of Dust

Length: 59 000 words

Release Date: 2019

Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, single POV

Tropes: Stabbing leading to meet-cute, yearning, slow burn romance

Themes: Bisexual romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights

Heat Rating: 2 flames

It does not end on a cliffhanger, but leaves plot threads unresolved that are resolved in the next 3 books.

Doran had a problem, and it wasn’t that he’d been stabbed.

Blurb

Iole City is in turmoil.

Doran Ó Seanáin, leader of the Black Lung Gang, is determined to challenge the Archon, Arajon’s tyrannical ruler, for his brutal treatment of the miners. But Doran has more to deal with than getting stabbed and a city-wide lockdown that’s seeing his gang of ex-miners slowly starved out of their base. His daughter Grace has turned against him, and the death of his wife haunts them both.

Although he finds reprieve in Nathaniel Morgenstern, the apotheker with a mysterious past to whom he owes his life, the clock is ticking. The fate of the mines hangs in the balance and the Archon is closing in.

Doran’s plan to break the cycle may very well be his last.

BOOK 2

Book Title: Soul of Ash

Length: 86 000 words

Release Date: September 2020

Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, two POVs (alternating)

Tropes: Yearning, former assassin, slow burn romance

Themes: Bisexual romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights

Heat Rating: 1 flame

It does not end on a cliffhanger, but some plot elements are unresolved (resolved in books 3 and 4)

You can run, but you will never be free.

Blurb

Half a year after the events of Heart of Dust, Doran Ó Seanáin now finds himself trapped between two worlds while belonging to neither: held in contempt by the Bronze for the turmoil he caused during Archon Bryson’s reign, and resented by the miners for selling out. Leonora Darkwater’s pursuit to own the mines may be the answer to all of his problems, but the offer is far more complicated than it appears, and the only person Doran trusts is the same man who threw his life into chaos.

Haunted by his past, hostage to a debt that cannot be repaid, and a slave to the poison that keeps him alive, atonement has never felt further out of reach for Nathaniel Morgenstern. Though the damage between him and Doran is too devastating to begin to mend, they have no choice but to face each other as their lives collide once more.

There is a rot in Iole City. The mines aren’t finished with Doran, and the sand in Nathaniel’s hourglass is running out.

BOOK 3

Book Title: Throne of Lies

Length: 63 000 words

Release Date: December 2024

Pairing: MM with hints of developing into MMF (slow burn)

Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, three POVs (alternating)

Trope/s: Political intrigue, forbidden romance, former assassin turned apotheker/healer

Themes: Bisexual romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights, political intrigue, coup.

Heat Rating: 3 flames

This book ends on a cliffhanger.

There are vipers in Arajon, from the Valley to the Bronze.

Blurb

Grace Harrington, the Dowager Archon of Arajon, is approaching her first anniversary on the throne she claimed following the death of her husband, slain at her own hands.

But her position is so precarious that even the unwelcome presence of the former assassin Nathaniel Morgenstern, watching over her at her father’s behest, cannot protect her from her enemies. The city’s press has turned against her, the Bronze is rallying behind Odessa White, and her last hope of support from the Druids has gone up in smoke.

The lies are adding up. A coup is coming for Grace, and she is running out of people in the city to trust…

BOOK 4

Book Title: Valley of Secrets

Length: 123 000 words

Release Date: January 2025

Pairing: MM that develops into MMF (polyam), and a separate FF fast-burn relationship (femme/butch)

Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, four POVs (alternating)

Trope/s: Political intrigue, resistance against military coup, forbidden romance, former assassin turned apotheker/healer

Themes: Lesbian romance, polyam romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights, political intrigue, coup.

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Most plot threads are wrapped up. Two further books are planned in the series but the series can also be finished here.

This city of fools will be brought to order!

Blurb

Deposed, her father presumed dead, her friends slaughtered and the cavern in chaos, Grace Harrington is on the run and entirely alone. The only ally she has left is the man she hates most in the world: Nathaniel Morgenstern, the assassin who murdered her mother and seduced her father.

Grace’s only hope of reclaiming the throne and saving her people is to seek the aid of Éamon Tadhg, the High Druid of Arajon. But she needs to survive the hostile streets of Iole City before she can even think about fleeing to the Violet Valley.

Nathaniel made a vow to Doran to protect Grace, but he could never have imagined how quickly and horrifically their lives would fall apart.

Grieving the dual losses of the man he loved and his new friend Tsa Lien, Nathaniel devotes himself to the service of the overthrown Lady Archon who despises him – even if it costs him everything he is.

Excerpt from THRONE OF LIES (Book #3 of Death’s Embrace)

“I’m sorry. I, uh… I guess you probably want me to –”

Nathaniel braced his hand against the frame, using his arm to pause Doran’s advancement towards the door.

“Stay,” he said quietly.

He did not suggest it to continue what had been derailed by Leonora’s presence; neither he nor Doran seemed to be much in the mood for it any longer.

But Doran must have needed Nathaniel’s request, for instead of shaking his head and leaving, he closed his eyes and sighed.

“This wasn’t how I imagined the evening going,” Doran said.

Nathaniel laid a hand upon Doran’s chest. “Rest here tonight,” he said, and started to gesture to the main room where the couch was. “I can –”

Doran shook his head, opening his eyes again. “I’m not going to throw you out of your own room,” he said, a small smile finally returning to ease his features.

Nathaniel became sharply aware of the bed behind him, the darkness outside the windows, Doran’s hands that moved to rest upon his waist. The room was dim, illuminated only by a small oil lamp set upon the desk under the window that overlooked Arkadia Lane. Under the faint glow of the light, he held his breath while Doran moved his hands up his body then down his arms, urging his jacket off. It fell to the floor with a soft thump.

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “I have a wardrobe, you know,” he murmured.

“Maybe I want to see your clothes on the floor,” Doran replied.

The sudden rush of desire that gripped Nathaniel’s body rendered him speechless. Doran smirked, then kissed him.

It was deep and tender, slow and heated; milk and honey on Nathaniel’s tongue after years wandering the desert, finally stepping foot in the promised land he had denied himself. In that moment, Nathaniel felt there was nothing between them – neither pasts nor crimes, neither guilt nor regret; just them, their souls laid bare, and a barrier of clothes of which Doran was stripping away with barely restrained desperation.

He relished the gentle scrape of Doran’s evening stubble across his chin, groaned when Doran moved along his jawline and kissed his neck, urging him to tilt his head back and bare his throat, which Doran used to break for air and run his hand up Nathaniel’s chest. Then, with the flickering lamplight reflected in Doran’s eyes, his fingers began working the buttons of Nathaniel’s shirt undone one by one. He slid his hands inside under the fabric and around to Nathaniel’s back, up his shoulder blades, his fingers tracing the scars that latticed his skin.

Nathaniel allowed Doran to undress him, stripping his shirt to the floor beside his jacket, and moved backwards when Doran guided him until the backs of his legs collided with the edge of the bed.

“Sit,” Doran ordered.

Nathaniel sank down upon the mattress, his mouth dry as Doran knelt before him and began to unfasten the straps of his boots. He pulled off Nathaniel’s left boot first, then the right, leaving them askew on the floor – then Nathaniel’s hands clenched on the bedcovers and he groaned as Doran ran his hands up Nathaniel’s legs, curving around his calves, then over his knees, and all the way up his thighs and the strained fabric of his pants to reach for the buckle of the belt.

Hoarsely, Nathaniel said, “You don’t have to –”

“But I want to,” Doran interrupted, his voice low and heated. He rose to his feet now and stood between Nathaniel’s legs, gazing down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Do you?”

It had been years since Nathaniel’s last intimate encounter; longer still that it had been with someone for whom he had feelings that were not muted by the fog of Embrace. Such a thing was lost to him during his time with the Nameless. The physicality of sex had been heightened, certainly, while he himself was rendered as numb to the act as someone was used to the basic function of washing their hands. With a clear mind, he recalled of himself that some deep part not lost to the drug and his lifestyle must have found the experience undesirable, for he could count the number of unions he had engaged in during his adulthood on one hand.

Doran’s touch was more potent, more electric, than anything Nathaniel had ever experienced under the thrall of Embrace. He felt he would die if he went one more night without knowing how Doran’s body felt against his.

“God, yes,” Nathaniel rasped, and Doran closed the distance between them.

About the Author

A. L. Moore (she/they) is the author of the Death’s Embrace fantasy series and the Tales from the Jovian Empiresci-fi novella series.

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SERIES TOUR: “Boys Love Series” by Rebecca James

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Post published:December 8, 2025
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SERIES TOUR

Boys’ Love Series by Rebecca James

SERIES DESCRIPTION

Falling for his costar wasn’t in the script.

This series is based on the boys’ love genre popular in Asian countries such as Thailand, Korea, Japan, Taiwan, the Phillipines, and Vietnam. My books are set in Thailand, where “fanservice” is very popular, and center around the premise of two male costars falling for each other while filming a boys’ love series.

Books one and two go together. Books three and four can each be read on their own.

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance, New Adult

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 3 out of 5 flames

Cover Artist: Feddefar

The ebooks are available only through the author’s website.

Paperbacks available soon.

BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1

Considering Rama’s ex-girlfriends nicknamed him “iceman,” fanservice with his male partner in a bl series might be a challenge.

Book Title: Boys’ Love

Length: 185 pages

Release Date: January 1, 2022

Tense/POV: first person present tense/alternating POV with occasional other character pov

Tropes: Forbidden love, actors romance, slow burn

Themes: Coming out, bisexual awakening, past abuse from family member, love

Book 2 is the sequel to book 1. This book does not end on a cliffhanger.

Blurb

Rama’s dream is to be an actor, so when he’s offered an audition for an upcoming Boys’ Love drama, he jumps at the chance. Due to the popularity of bl dramas, a lead part in one is considered the quickest route to fame for young male actors. Rama isn’t worried about playing opposite a man; he’s more concerned about the outward affection that fanservice in the bl industry demands from its actors–his past girlfriends didn’t dub him “iceman” for nothing.

Recently outed in an industry that prefers their actors to be straight, Pravat feels lucky when he wins a lead role in a new series. The phenomenal chemistry between him and his co-star launches them to top fan popularity. By the time Pravat realizes he’s falling for Rama, it’s too late to turn back.

BOOK 2

Rama considered himself to be straight until he fell for his male costar in a Thai boys’ love series.

Book Title: In Love

Length: 197 pages

Release Date: February 27, 2022

Tropes: friends to lovers, coworkers, actors, hurt/comfort

Themes: bisexual awakening, coming out, childhood trauma

This is a sequel to book 1. It does not end on a cliffhanger.

Blurb

It sounds like a TV romance, but for Rama Sathianthai, it’s reality. The chemistry between the two young actors and their popularity as a couple has won them a second season of their series, which means they’ll have to keep their budding relationship a secret. The bl industry frowns on gay actors, particularly those who want to date each other. But the couple is determined to make things work. Meanwhile, the upcoming wedding of his favorite cousin threatens to throw Rama into family drama due to his recent confession that his aunt molested him when he was an adolescent. With the cards stacked against them, Rama and Pravat worry that love might not be enough to keep them together.

BOOK 3

It’s difficult to remain professional when your new BL partner is your old crush.

Book Title: Baby Love

Length: 260 pages

Release Date: January 1, 2023

Tropes: Co-workers romance, actors romance, hurt/comfort

Themes: Coming out, childhood trauma, family loyalty, love

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

Blurb

When Spin–or “Baby,” as his friends nicknamed him due to his affectionate and clingy nature–joins a new Boys’ Love production company, he never expects to be coupled with his old crush from university, Park Rardchawat. He knows from experience how easy it is to get too attached to your partner in this business, and, with his sister’s tuition to pay for, he can’t afford to get lost in his feelings. But with competitive fanservice blurring the lines, it isn’t long before Spin finds himself falling hard for his handsome costar. Now, it’s his heart as well as his job he has to worry about.

BOOK 4

Can two best friends play lovers for the camera?

Book Title: Friend Ship

Length: 285 pages

Release Date: August 1, 2025

Tropes: best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, extravert/intravert

Themes: found family, parental rejection, responsibility, love

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

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Blurb

The only reason Mee Noi agrees to help Sud with his video exam for theater arts is because Sud insists Mee Noi is the only guy he can convincingly do a love scene with. Neither of them expect the project to turn into an offer to play a couple in a boys’ love series, but that’s exactly what happens. Since it’s Sud’s big chance to make his dream of being an actor a reality, Mee Noi is determined to make it work. But although acting is surprisingly fun, it’s also stressful and exhausting, especially when you don’t know what you’re doing, and soon it begins to take both a physical and a psychological toll on Mee Noi as painful memories from the past begin to surface.

When Sud’s video project wins him and Mee Noi an audition for a bl series, it’s a dream come true. But he’s pretty sure it’s more of a nightmare for his introverted friend, who only got into this to help Sud out. Yet Mee Noi accepts the part when it’s offered, and the gesture adds to the budding feelings Sud’s starting to have for his best friend. When Mee Noi has a frightening panic attack at work, Sud tells himself that he must bury those feelings. Mee Noi hasn’t had an easy life; the last thing Sud wants to do is put more pressure on him.

The worst irony would be for them to play friends-to-lovers in the series only to have their real friendship end because of it.

EXCERPT from Boys’ Love, book 1

“Tell me all about Pravat,” my sister demands, plopping down on the gold sofa and pulling a fringed throw pillow onto her lap.

“You probably already know more about him than I do.”

“Did he say anything about your audition?”

“Just that I did well.”

Chinda grins. “You really did. It surprised me. Did you talk about anything personal?”

“Thanks, and you’re being silly,” I scoff. “We talked about the job.”

“Come on, Rama, there must be something. Please tell me.” She pouts. My sister and I have always been close, and I admit I cave to her wiles most of the time.

“He told me he’s still in university and that he’s gay but doesn’t have a boyfriend right now. He said boyfriends tend to get jealous of what he does. This is just between us,” I belatedly warn her.

“It’s not a secret that he’s gay. That came out sometime last year when he was outed by his co-star.”

I frown. “He was outed? That’s awful.”

Chinda nods. “Yeah. Especially since it’s preferred that bl actors be straight. His co-star claimed Pravat came onto him, which makes Pravat sound like a troublemaker. I think the guy lied because he was jealous of Pravat’s popularity.”

My mind snags on the first thing she said. “Why do they prefer the actors to be straight? I would think gay actors would do better in a gay romance.”

Chinda shrugs. “Less drama, I guess. Easier if there’s no chance of feelings getting into the way. I think, too, that viewers like the idea of two men falling in love against their natural inclinations. What else did you and Pravat talk about?”

I’m digesting the information and take a moment to respond. “He mentioned Y-couples, and I told him you’d bring me up to speed on them.”

“I can definitely do that.” Jumping up from her seat, my sister runs for her room, returning seconds later with her iPad. “As I’ve already explained to you, the term Y-couple comes from Yaoi, a popular genre in Japan that pairs two men together.” She pulls up a video. “This is the most popular Y-couple right now. ChaoFinn.”

I frown, looking at the thumbnail of two guys smiling at the camera. “What kind of name is that?”

“It’s their ship name. Their two names together, Chao and Finn. You and Pravat have already been dubbed Pravma.”

I watch the video, taken at a fan meeting, of Chao and Finn holding hands, wrapping their arms around each other, and doing other romantic things that have their fans screaming and clapping for them. When Chao sits down and pulls Finn onto his lap, the cheers and applause get even louder.

“This is what you have to look forward to,” my sister says, smiling.

Alarmed, I look from the screen to her and back again. “Do you really think so?”

“Yes. Believe me, the two of you are hot together. I mean, from an outsider’s standpoint. You’re my brother and not hot to me.”

I chuckle. “Thanks for clearing that up. But can you really imagine me sitting on someone’s lap like this?” I ask. Imagining doing that with Pravat Benjawan has my face heating.

“If you allow yourself to relax, maybe. You have to play the game if you want the fame. That reminds me. You need a manager.”

I groan. “They’ve already started calling me. I have no idea who to pick.”

“Ask Pravat. I’m sure he can help you with that. You’re going to have to put yourself out there, Rama.”

Annoyed at being lectured by my younger sister, I harrumph and go back to watching the video.

About the Author

Rebecca James grew up escaping into books because book people were more interesting than real-life people. This naturally led to creating her own book people and the worlds they live in. Somewhere during all this, Rebecca found herself captivated with the tender side of relationships between men, which eventually led her to write “slash” (M/M) fanfiction and later to brave the world of M/M romance publishing. If she could write full time, all the time, she would be happiest. Whether she’s writing about tough bikers, hot shifters, aliens, or Thai actors falling in love on the job, Rebecca puts passion into all her characters.

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BLOG TOUR

Book Title:
VINNY

Author: Andy
Siege

Publisher: UpLit
Press

Release Date: July 2,
2024

Pairing: MM, MF, MT

Tense/POV: A mix of tenses: first/third/present/past/single

Genres: Sci-
Fi/Futuristic/Dystopian

Tropes: Forbidden love, friends
to lovers

Themes: Coming out, bisexual awakening, trans awakening

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 40 000 words/180
pages

It is a standalone book in the DIVERGENCY
SERIES

and does not end on a cliffhanger.

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

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A sci-fi novella about
Vincent van Gogh’s queer clone.

BOOK BLAST: “The Witch Who Owned Time” by Mia Story.

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BOOK BLAST

Book Title: The Witch
Who Owned Time

Author and Publisher: Mia
Story

Release Date: February 6,
2024

Genres: Contemporary
bisexual transgender romance (MtF)

Tropes: Prostitution,
witchcraft, persecution, evolution

Themes: Coming out,
forgiveness, personal growth, pursuit of happiness

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 446 print
pages

It is a standalone
book.

The book ends on a bit of a
cliffhanger.

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Amazon US | Amazon UK

A transgender witch
survives.

Blurb

Mira has survived climate change and social upheaval. She
lives in a deserted part of a small town in Iowa. Mother Nature has blessed her as have
many spiritual beings. Mira finds a partner and lots of friends. She takes on the cause of

Robot equality mostly because of her experiences as a transgender girl years ago. Due to
climate change the ocean is now very near her town. Mira is instrumental in helping her
community grow and evolve.

Excerpt

But all these thoughts just dissolved as they entered the
water. For awhile Mira and Septa stood on the edge of the water and sand and let the little
waves surge about their feet. Soon their feet were sunk in the sand.

“Why does the sand eat away from under my feet with the
water Mira?”

“That is the tidal action sweetie. Tides are more than that
little action however. They pull the water en masse out to sea and then bring it closer in.
Soon Angelica and Mixy will have to move their umbrella and towel as the water will be
lapping at their feet! You can see Mixy’s little castle is already in danger of wave
invasion!”

Septa glanced over to Mixy and her castle and laughed as
Mixy tried to keep the waves from destroying her creation.

“Maybe we should go and help poor Mixy?”

“No, she is learning about waves and the beach just like
you. Besides it’s time you got wet!”

Mira grabbed Septa’s hand and pulled her out into an
oncoming wave! Septa sputtered as she emerged from the wave breaking over her
head.

“My nose is full of water! It hurts!”

“That is the salt water. Don’t try drinking it!”

Then Mira realized bots did not drink water and paused for
a second. “Mira do you think it is OK if I swallowed some sea water?”

Septa had a desperate look on her face.

“It is OK Septa. I swallow it all the time. And my nose hurts
too when it gets into it. Best to keep mouth closed and breathe out a little when the nose is
covered in water. Why don’t we practice breathing out in the sea?”

Mira dipped her face into the water and made bubbles with
her nose. Septa did the same thing and came up rubbing her eyes.

“Now my eyes hurt!”

“Oh yes, remember to close your eyes in salt water! We will
bring masks and fins next time so you can open your eyes underwater.”

Mira and Septa spent a half hour playing in the shallow
water, dodging the waves and splashing each other.

“OK dear, it is time for your first body surfing!”

Mira and Septa held hands as they walked out into the
heavier surf. The waves looked so large close up! The waves came up as huge walls of water.
Septa noticed that the waves were in groups, starting off little and getting larger, and then
smaller again. One really big wave was coming at them.

“Now watch me closely Septa and then duck under the
wave!”

Both girls could feel the tug of water out to sea as the wave
came closer and closer. It was just about to break when Mira plunged ahead of it with her
arms above her head and her hands coming to a point. The huge wave carried Mira away!
Septa ducked under the wave and watched Mira get pushed into shore. She kept her head
down and her body straight and looked like a human fish! Soon Mira was swimming back
outto Septa.

“Your turn!”

“Oh Mira I’m afraid!”

“I will go with you. Just keep your eyes and mouth closed
and body straight. Everything will be OK. If you get into trouble just stand up! I will help you
if things feel too weird.”

Septa got low in the water. She could feel the tug
backwards as the wave approached. She glanced back at the towering wave high over her
head. She could see the very top was super thin and getting ready to break. Septa put her
arms straight over her head and pushed off with her feet. She remembered to keep her eyes
closed and breathed a small amount of air out of her nose. She could feel the wave catch her
and propel her forward! She felt the wave break on her back as she surged forward! All was
a tangle of water and foam and breakneck speed. But inside she felt calm, like this was
nature speaking to her through the water. She felt like a baby being cradled by mother
ocean! Septa kept her back and legs straight and felt like an arrow speeding to shore. She
could sense someone beside her in the water. Then she felt the water torrent ease up and
become shallow. Septa lifted up her head. She was already on the beach! She turned on her
side and there was Mira lying next to her. They looked at each other and began to
laugh!

About the Author

I have been writing short stories since my children asked for
them. My first was about a skunk family and their interaction with a pig! I suppose my grad
school experiences with art and English charted my course a bit. When I moved to Iowa from
North Carolina I missed the ocean so much I wrote a whole novel about it. About that time I
was studying the Ramayana and wrote a fairy story based on that. My first fairy friend was
Coleste, a fairy that inhabited my computer. She is still with me today. My grandmother
passed down many fairy stories and some knowledge she had inherited from her family. As
best as I can figure it my family was in America to escape the witch hunting in England. But I
could never be certain except for all the clues that were handed to me. Today I am truly
grateful for my spirit friends. They helped me snap out of a downward spiral when my son
died. To believe in fairies and spirits is not something I have to struggle with. It is something
that is just part of me.

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BLOG TOUR: “Ugly Beautiful People” by C J Bedell.

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Book Title: Ugly
Beautiful People

Author: CJ Bedell

Publisher: Next Chapter
Publishing

Cover Artist: Lordan June
Pinote

Release Date: August 31,
2023

Genres: Adult LGBTQ Thriller
(3 out of 5 point of view characters are bisexual)

Themes: Coming out, Self-acceptance, finding yourself, death, grief,
loss

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 59 000 words/249
pages

The book stands alone, but it
is intended to be the first book in a trilogy.

It ends on a small cliffhanger.
Most of the plot points that happen in Book 1 are wrapped up, though.

Buy Links

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Welcome to Crescent Hills
where beauty only runs so deep. Scandal lurks just below the surface behind the
McMansions, designer clothes, and fancy cars. And a death will bring the lies, secrets, and
betrayals to a boil.

Blurb

Welcome to Crescent Hills, where beauty only runs so
deep. Scandal lurks below the surface behind the McMansions, designer clothes, and fancy
cars. When the town is shaken by the disappearance of journalist Ivy Fields, whispers of
betrayal and intrigue begin to unravel the threads binding its elite residents.

Audrey, haunted by her own past, is determined to
unveil the truth behind Ivy’s disappearance, hoping to find closure she never received.
Amidst this, Marcia grapples with the confines of her seemingly perfect marriage, leading
her down a dangerous path. At the same time, a young Ben navigates the complexities of
love, friendship, and societal expectations. Meanwhile, Cassandra’s life gets disrupted by a
ghost from her past.

As Crescent Hills residents confront their own
dilemmas, the shadow of Ivy’s disappearance looms large. For behind every beautiful
façade, there are secrets yearning to be exposed, and as they say, the past always finds a
way to catch up.

Excerpt

Birds screeched when Audrey opened her eyes. She
yawned, then stretched. Her back hairs stuck up. Audrey might’ve been lying on the seating
of the pontoon boat, but black no longer veiled the sky. Instead, sunlight beamed from the
cloudless sky.

Audrey scanned the boat. Ivy was gone.

Dread filled Audrey’s insides—she couldn’t think of one
logical explanation as to why Ivy would no longer be on the boat. Audrey did the only thing
she could and leaned up against the edge of the boat and peered into the water. No sign of
Ivy.

Something vibrated from her jean’s right pocket and she
whipped out her iPhone. Sawyer was calling her. “Hello?” Audrey asked.

“I wanted to see how you were doing this morning.” Sawyer
chuckled. “And don’t worry. I’m not mad you decided to have a fun night with Ivy. Just glad
Ivy texted me about you staying over at her place. Most people wouldn’t be so courteous.”

“I’m still on the boat,” Audrey blurted. “And Ivy is nowhere
to be found.”

“Come again?”
“We never went back to shore and had
dinner.”
“How much did you drink last night?”
“Just one gin and tonic.”

A folded piece of paper on the driver’s seat of the boat
caught Audrey’s attention, and she rushed over to it. “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta go,” she said.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

Audrey pressed END before shoving her iPhone back into
her pocket. Then, she unfolded the note and read it.

Dear Audrey,
I’m so sorry to have to tell you this, but I’ve
been very unhappy

with my life for a long time, and I’ve decided to end my
life.

I know my suicide will probably come as a shock to you.
However,

please always think of me fondly.

Love,

Ivy

Audrey crumbled the note and it fell onto the floor of the
boat. After that, she screamed. Tragedies were supposed to be something that she watched
on the news, not witnessed first- hand. But no explanation was necessary about how cruel
life was and the universe often had a twisted sense of humor.

Tears welled in Audrey’s eyes. Nothing could’ve prepared
her for this moment, because she wanted to cry. And cry. And cry. Ivy couldn’t be dead; she
was only thirty-seven. So, she still had a little more than half her life left.

Ivy was in trouble and Audrey hadn’t seen the signs. So,

Audrey’d never forgive herself for Ivy’s suicide. Audrey had
failed Ivy, and she couldn’t fathom how she’d continue with life.

Audrey’s throat tightened. Perhaps Ivy’s death was only
meant to resemble a suicide and was really murder. There was a reason people always
touted the saying about life being stranger than fiction. Audrey shook her head. Yeah, that
had to have been it. Ivy couldn’t
have been desperate enough to commit
suicide.

The only thing Audrey was certain of was that Ivy was
nowhere to be found. And that was why she’d get to the bottom of Ivy’s death. Whether
someone murdered Ivy or Ivy actually committed suicide, there had to be more to
the story.

About the Author

Chris Bedell is the author of
over a dozen novels. He also graduated with a BA in Creative Writing from Fairleigh
Dickinson University in 2016.

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