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Book Title: This or That

Author: Hope
Irving

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Simon
Franklin

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genres: Contemporary M/M
Romance; Bi Romance

Tropes: Enemies-to-lovers,
gay for you, bi-awakening

Themes: Coming out,
forgiveness, acceptance (self, family, friends), trust, friendship

Heat Rating: 3 – 3.5
flames

Length: 54 000 words / 200
pages

It is a standalone story.
The main characters are secondary characters from
another one of my books, Omega Artist (A Cocky Hero Club novel) that takes place later.
Omega Artist is a contemporary M/F romance. Both can be read as standalone
novels.

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Sometimes, a kiss can
knock you out faster than a blow to the head, rendering you unable to think
straight.

Blurb

Sometimes, a kiss can knock you out faster than a blow to
the head, rendering you unable to think straight.

When drunken Michael Clayton stole a sloppy kiss in a
Parisian club, he didn’t know that this would mean war. War, as in being taught a lesson by a
shameless cowboy. War, as in being given a taste of his own medicine. War, as in being left
dumbfounded and yearning for more. Blame it on the alcohol, right? Damn, Mike hated the
guy for muddling his assumed straight orientation and raising unwelcome questions.

When noble Troy Hunter stole a revenge kiss from a
despicable hot playboy, he didn’t know that it would be all but forgotten months later.
Landing a gig on a Rio-bound cruise ship, the rising DJ is dazed when Mike strikes back with
a vengeance during their second encounter, fueling his appetite for dominance. Blame it on
the blazing sun, right? Damn, Troy hates the guy for pushing all of his buttons and rubbing
salt in old wounds.

It shouldn’t have happened, but now all bets are off. Their
feelings quickly escalate into something that they aren’t willing to label. It’s easier this way,
until it isn’t… because life’s no cruise and some experiences are life-altering. Between Troy’s
painful past and Mike’s unsettling present, their future together might be short-lived, unless
their insane chemistry compels them to push their limits and each other. So, which is it? This
or that?

This or That was previously part of a charity anthology entitled Anyone But You; it was
originally published in early 2021. Since then, I’ve added new content, including a bonus
epilogue! Same enemies-to-lovers storyline. Same hot and sweet characters. More focus on
certain scenes. Discover or rediscover Mike and Troy’s story…

If you’ve read Omega Artist (A Cocky Hero Club novel), this is your chance to see how
it all started for two familiar faces that you only briefly met since This or That is a standalone
prequel.

Excerpt

It’s impossible to think straight when he’s this close. As
annoying as he is, I can’t let him escape my clutches.

Out of reflex, my palms land on his taut chest and shove
him out of my personal space. I need oxygen, and his presence isn’t helping. Too bad he
doesn’t budge, his daring eyes capturing mine. “You and your…” I stutter and, before he says
something inappropriate, quickly add, “big mouth.”

A moan leaves his smart mouth. Seriously? “You know
what they say…” He shrugs, an amused expression on his conceited face. “Big mouth,
big

Narrowing my eyes, I can’t help but want to muzzle his
smart mouth and put it to better use. He’s impossible! Who says things like that?

The fucker unsettles me yet again by shooting me a
raunchy once-over, licking his sinful lips. “Stop looking at me like that,” I hiss.

What the hell does he want from me? We’re not quite
touching. His pupils are so dilated that it’s clear, even in the waning sunlight. “Or
what?”

Cutting off any chance of response, his commanding lips
mold against mine and his arms circle my waist. I can’t move. Once again, his lips on mine
feel so wrong and, at the same time, so right. The friction of his stubble on my clean-shaven
skin and the dance of his frenzied tongue with my greedy one send me into
overdrive.

Whimpering, I wiggle as if possessed. Going a mile a
minute, my brain is at war with my body, which craves more unprecedented sensations.
The sloppy Parisian kiss the cowboy stole months
ago enticed a hidden desire that has no place in my well-planned life. Worse, our encounter
elicited sensations that I’ve been desperate to recreate in a flurry of one-night stands, but
nothing’s worked so far.

What’s left of my willpower eventually propels me to stop
the mind-boggling tongue action. He needs to accept that I run the show.

The air thickens between us as we huff and puff.

His half-mast eyes are so much darker than they were a
minute ago. Should I keep playing with him? “What’d you do that for?”

“You’re not gonna win at this game, cowboy,” I sneer in a
rushed voice; an expression of my false bravado. “So you think.” Acutely attuned to my
hungry body, one of Hunter’s legs subtly treads closer and he leans into me.

Within seconds, his tongue fills my mouth again.
Shuddering under his touch, my resolve crumbles as the asshat deepens the kiss.
I stiffen when it evolves from bruising to tender,
although our encounter is anything but. My body temperature skyrockets
, along with my libido.

Unaware of the all-consuming passion that this kiss
provokes in me, he thrusts his hip against mine, banging my back into the wall. His jean-clad

semi rubs, grazes, and expands against mine that’s desperate for release. I try to pace
myself, but it’s a lost cause.

Overwhelmed by a myriad of toe-curling sensations, my
brain shuts down and allows my ravenous body to do the talking; maybe that’s the kind of
talking Hunter was referring to earlier!

Talk, my ass! No, no, no, keep my ass out of
this!

With that thought in mind, my tempted body is given the
green light to act.

Without warning, I close the gap between us and my
knuckles trace his sculpted abs. At once, his intoxicating scent numbs my consciousness, and
I act on the unthinkable the second his hands snake around my body. And just when I think
the fever has reached its peak, the conniving man betrays me, ditching my waist in favor of
my hair.

Why can’t you stop? Get a hold of yourself. This is your
game, not his…

Then why does the simple act of his fingers running
through my short hair increase the unbearable pressure building between my legs? I don’t
even give a flying fuck if I come in my pants.

Damn, it’s hot in here!

His urgent mouth devours my expletives and beads of
sweat run down the side of my face, but I’m too far gone to swipe them away. I’m too
blissed out to care. I’m too needy to break the spell quite yet. My senses are on alert. I want
to hate him. I hate to want him. So much…

About the Author

Hope Irving lives in Paris,
France, with her supportive husband and creative teenage daughter. The French indie
author spent a couple of years in Texas, where she earned her MBA. With many friends,
relatives, and readers in the States, the US has a big place in her heart. Although French is
her mother tongue, she chose to write her novels in English because it simply feels right for
her characters. Hope’s suspenseful and complex love stories are modern fairytales that
feature an unconventional Prince Charming and a headstrong heroine. A natural introvert,
she enjoys tormenting her flawed
characters with a
hint of darkness and sometimes magical elements. Still, her heart melts when love conquers
all.
Her work has been described as
“genre-defying,” “refreshingly unique,” and “an emotional rollercoaster read.”

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Naughty in Pendleton by Brigham Vaughn

 

BOOK 1

Book Title: Date in a
Pinch

Author: Brigham
Vaughn

Publisher: Two Peninsulas
Press (Indie/Self-Published)

Cover Artist: Brigham
Vaughn

Length: 72 681 words/ 252
pages

Release Date: February 11,
2021

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance, Bisexual Romance, BDSM
romance

Tropes: Workplace romance, small town romance, friends with benefits
romance, kinky tutor

Themes: Letting go of the past, believing in love, healing power of
love

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Although the books follow in
chronological order, each book features a different couple and can be read as a
standalone

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A sweet geek and an
experienced Dom: someone’s about to learn their lesson …

 

Blurb

When chemistry teacher Neil Greene gets an unexpected
delivery at Pendleton High, he’s mortified when his fellow teacher and crush sees the
contents that hint at the adventurous love life he’s dying to explore. Curious but
inexperienced, Neil has no idea how to live out his fantasies until the hot lit teacher offers a
helping hand.

Alexander Ford likes to be in charge in the bedroom and
he’s happy to tutor Neil in all things naughty. But when Neil asks him to pretend to be his
date for the Sweetheart’s Game at Pendleton Bay’s Love Fest, Neil may be the one teaching
Alexander about love.

Warning: Date
in a Pinch includes impact play, bondage, and a Dom who isn’t quite ready to admit he’s
found the love of his life.

 

BOOK 2 – NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Embracing
His Shame

Author: Brigham
Vaughn

Publisher: Two Peninsulas
Press (Indie/Self-Published)

Cover Artist: Brigham
Vaughn

Length: 87 471 words/ 337
pages

Release Date: May 21,
2021

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance, Bisexual Romance, BDSM
Romance

Tropes: Opposites attract romance, small town romance, friends with
benefits romance

Themes: Letting go of the past, believing in love, healing power of
love

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Although the books follow in
chronological order, each book features a different couple and can be read as a
standalone

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A bad boy mechanic and a kinky accountant: can an indecent
proposal lead to love?

 

Blurb

Though Forrest Patton looks like a tweedy, uptight
accountant, he’s anything but. Underneath the fussy bow ties and love of color-coded
spreadsheets lies a man searching for someone to peel back the layers and fulfill his
shameful fantasies. Eavesdropping at the diner in town leads him to wonder if the local
mechanic might just be the man for the job.

Jarod Keener likes it rough, and he makes no secret of that.
But he never expects to be approached with an offer to trade accounting advice for some
dirty, risky fun. Always up for a challenge, Jarod dives in head first but Forrest doesn’t trust
anyone to give him the humiliation he needs once feelings start to get in the way.

When a secret about Jarod’s family upends everything,
Forrest will have to decide if he’s willing to give Jarod a chance to show him that he can have
love
and the kink he longs for.

Warning: Embracing His Shame includes: mild humiliation
play, small-town gossip, and two men falling in love despite their best efforts.

 

Excerpt

“I have a proposal for you.” Forrest squared his shoulders
and fought the urge to fuss with his bow tie. He’d figured he might as well show up in Full
Forrest Mode so Jarod would know what he was getting into. Forrest had tried to pretend he
was someone he wasn’t in the past and that had never worked out well. He was never going
to be anything but a tall, skinny cycling nut who dressed like somebody’s grandpa. He just
had to hope that would do it for Jarod.

“A proposal, huh?” Jarod smirked.

Forrest had heard plenty of rumors about Jarod since he’d
arrived in town. That he was a hell of a mechanic. That he was an unrepentant man-whore.
That he was a kinky deviant. It was the last two Forrest was really, really banking on.

“Yes.” Forrest cleared his throat, the scent of grease, oil,
and metal teasing at his nostrils again. “I’ve outlined a plan.” He stepped closer and thrust
out his hand, papers trembling a little.

Jarrod blinked down at the slightly rustling sheets. “Why
don’t ya’ spell it out for me. I don’t go much for reading.”

“Pretty sure the dog-eared Isaac Azimov book I saw you
reading at The Good Yolk the other morning says otherwise,” Forrest blurted out. He’d
spotted it on the table as he’d left last weekend. All part of the reconnaissance work he’d
done.

“Seems like you’ve been payin’ real close attention to me,”
Jarod said, raising a single eyebrow. He took a step closer and the scents of the garage were
replaced with something rich and deep. Animalistic, with hints of tobacco and cinnamon,
and something warm and sweet that lingered in Forrest’s nostrils. “Funny. I don’t know who
you are.”

“Forrest Patton.” He squared his shoulders. “I’m an
accountant in town.”

“Huh. Yeah, your name does ring a few bells. Can’t say as
I’ve ever seen you before though.” Jarod’s gaze flicked up and down his body. This morning,
Forrest wore dark green trousers, a gray cardigan, a white and gray check button down shirt,
and a bow tie he’d had to re-tie three times before it would lay flat. He tried not to squirm
as he imagined Jarod staring at him like that while he was naked.

“Well, I’ve got work to do now,” Jarod said as he turned
away and ambled toward the car, picking up a wrench of some sort along the way. At least
Forrest was pretty sure it was a wrench. “I’ll work. You talk. You can read the damn
paperwork aloud if you want.”

Damn it, that ruined Forrest’s whole approach of not
talking about things.

Jarod bent over the engine again, focused and intent as he
reached in with the tool. His hands were already a little grimy from the work he’d been
doing this morning. Shit, that was sexy too.

Forrest cleared his throat and plunged forward, trying to
regroup. “I want to do the books for your business in exchange for various kinky sexual
favors.”

Jarod straightened abruptly, his head smacking the hood of
the car with a painful-sounding thud. A moment later the metallic clatter of the wrench
hitting the concrete echoed around them.

Jarod swore as he backed up, rubbing his head. He
squinted at Forrest “
What?”

“I know you’re a Dom or Top of some sort.” Forrest lifted
his chin. “And I want you to dominate me.”

Jarod let out a noise of disbelief. “You do, do you?”

“Yes, I do.”

Unlikely of a pair as they were, Forrest was dead serious
about this. Most Doms took one look at him and assumed he was only the sweet, innocent
accountant the world saw him as. They refused to see that underneath the sweater vests
and the bow ties and the tweed was someone who longed to be treated with more than kid
gloves. Forrest was tired of polite. Tired of being treated like he was made of spun glass. He
wanted to feel shame crawling hot over his skin and revel in it. And he was convinced Jarod
was the man to do it.

“You think you have what it takes to keep up with a guy like
me?” Jarod asked. There was a dangerous glitter in his eyes that made Forrest’s breath go
shallow.

“I’m not a virgin in any sense. I’ve had sex with plenty of
men. I’m not particularly submissive but I love being forced to do something. I’ve never
found anyone who can handle what I want. I think some of the things I’ve fantasized about
would make even
you think twice,” he said defiantly.

“Alright, I’ll admit, you have me curious.” Jarod stepped up
into his space, clearly trying to intimidate him. Forrest squared his shoulders, refusing to
back down. “Tell me what you want. What makes your motor rev?”

“Humiliation,” Forrest said. His heart thumped in his chest
as he said the words aloud. “Degradation. The dirtier the better. I want you to

use
me.”

“Well, well, well,” Jarod drawled as a slow smile spread
over his face. “Who’d have thought Pendleton Bay’s accountant was such a filthy
fuck?”

Even those relatively tame words sent heat spiraling
through Forrest. His knees went weak, his palms got sweaty, and his cock twitched in
anticipation of what was to come. Oh yes, this was exactly what he’d been looking for.

“You ready to find out just how deep that filth goes?”
Forrest asked, lifting his chin.

Jarod chuckled and grabbed his hair, sending stinging pain
through Forrest’s body that settled low in his groin, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

“Oh, I’m ready. But I think you may have bitten off more
than you can chew, boy,” Jarod said and the warning in his voice sent another thrill through
Forrest’s body.

Forrest titled his head defiantly. “Try me.”

 

About the Author

Brigham Vaughn is on the
adventure of a lifetime as a full-time author. She devours books at an alarming rate and
hasn’t let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing yoga. She makes a killer key
lime pie, hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours. A collector of vintage Nancy
Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and refinishing
thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of traveling the world and she can’t
wait to discover everything else life has to offer her.

Her books range from short
stories to novellas to novels. They explore gay, bisexual, lesbian, and polyamorous romance
in contemporary settings.

 

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Book Title: So Far Away

Author: Nell Iris

Publisher: JMS Books
LLC

Cover Artist: Written Ink
Designs

Release Date: May 1,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope: Established couple

Themes: Illness, separation, pandemic (inspired by Covid, but
not
Covid)

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 14 567
words

It is a standalone
story.

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So Close, Yet so Far
Away

 

Blurb

Engaged couple Zakarias and Julian are convinced nothing
can separate them…until a global pandemic hits. Zakarias catches the virus with mild

symptoms and isolates in the couple’s guest house. The few meters dividing them might as
well be the moon as he watches Julian, an ICU nurse, work himself to the bone, unable to
support him the way he needs. Frustration and worry build as the weeks pass. Will Zakarias
be declared healthy before Julian burns out?

 

Excerpt

When we’d just bought it, we spent many long evenings
making plans and discussing options. We’d share a bottle of wine and make long lists of
things we wanted, things we deemed necessary in what was going to be our forever home.
The lists started outrageously—
a wine cellar
bigger than the actual house with an employee who turns the bottles? Really,
Zakarias?—
but distilled into a few reasonable
items. So Julian’s dream of the biggest bathroom in the northern
hemisphere—
a Bath Palace, Zakarias, not a
bathroom
—complete with a pool, a jacuzzi, a
sauna, and every other imaginable luxury, turned into a more feasible sized room with a
fancy walk-in shower and a separate bathtub with jets—both of them big enough to
accommodate the two of us. It also has a heated floor and double sinks. And my favorite
feature; the tiny lights over the bathtub, sprinkled in the ceiling like a starry sky.

We both love the house; it’s our sanctuary. Every design
element is chosen for comfort and to make it feel like a real home. Like someplace we can
be ourselves. Someplace we can grow old together.

There are things left to do on the house before we’re happy
with it, and we still spend evenings on the couch, sipping wine and making lists. Evenings
that more often than not turn into heavy make-out sessions on the couch, with clothes
being torn off and strewn about. Evenings that end with us panting in a sticky mess and
blissed-out grins on our faces, but without deciding what to do with whatever room we’re
considering remodeling at the time. “The discussion is half the fun,” he’ll say with sparkling
eyes, and my mouth agrees, while I’m thinking
the discussion is all the fun, because I
could live in a tiny shack in the forest and be happy as long as he lived there with
me.

But this house…it’s not just a house, it’s a home.
Our home and I miss it.

I miss coming home from work and finding Julian sprawled
on the couch in only his underwear, watching some horrid reality show or other on the big
screen TV. I miss waking up early on weekends and preparing luxury breakfasts for him, miss
how the scent of freshly baked bread never fails to wake him and lure him out of bed. I miss

the adorable sight of him stumbling into the kitchen, bleary-eyed, hair in disarray with pillow
creases on his cheek and dried drool on his chin. I miss how he beelines for me like a
heat-seeking missile and winds himself around me, burying his face in my neck, snaking his
arms around me, and tapping three times over my heart.

His family came up with that code when he was little; his
younger sister was born with a genetic developmental disorder and never learned to speak,
so three taps to the heart meant “I love you.” She died when she was only five, but the
family keeps her memory alive with that gesture. It was how Julian told me he loved me for
the first time. I didn’t understand it at the time, but when he told me the story, I realized
he’d been telling me he loved me long before the words were spoken out loud.

I straighten my spine. Shake my head at my moment of
weakness before marching back to the guesthouse and pulling a sweater over my head. I
pour out the cold forgotten contents of my mug and pour fresh, steaming coffee into it.

Then I sit, take a sip, and breathe.

 

About the Author

 

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart
who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bona fide bookworm (learned to
read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something
to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but
she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (
Make it so). She loves words, bullet
journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving
coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in
equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better,
less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish
woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is
approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends
her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer
for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and
released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance,
prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males.

 

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Book Title: Gamer’s Choice

Author: Valerie Ullmer

Publisher and Cover Artist: Valerie Ullmer

Release Date: March 25, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope/s: Friends-to-lovers, Age Gap, Bisexual Awakening, Gay/Bisexual Romance, Instant Connection

Themes: Accepting oneself, moving past partner abuse

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 51 000 words

It is a standalone story.

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Neko-Ren Ellison

Love wasn’t in the cards for me.

My first relationship ended with a dramatic event, and police involvement. Needless to say, I wasn’t keen starting a new one. But a knock on the door one random night changed everything. After exchanging some witty banter through my closed oak door, safety first, I threw it open to find an exquisite bearded man, hair tied back, muscles on display… all-in-all, my fantasy come to life.

I wove elaborate dreams around the two of us within minutes, yet my illusion shattered when I learned he was straight. But the protective and intense man became a fixture in my life, and no matter how many times I tell myself he’s not available, I stubbornly hold out hope.

Graham Norris

I’m screwed.

I can’t figure out what shocked me more. The realization I’m not only attracted to a man, but to my dazzling, openly gay, younger next-door neighbor who makes every protective instinct in me flare. Or at the ripe old age of thirty-four, I’m stupidly fighting against my one chance at happiness.

Despite my grumpy and staid personality, the brilliant and funny man introduced me to his world, his family, and worked his way into my heart. The more I’m immersed in everything Neko, my desire for him only grows.

Yep, completely screwed.

Gamer’s Choice features an age gap, bisexual awakening romance between a professional let’s player and his new neighbor. It’s a standalone gay/bisexual romance with an instant connection and a ten-year age difference.

~Descriptions of domestic violence and stalking, includes abuse from an ex-partner, descriptions of an attempted assault with a weapon. Please avoid if the subject matter is triggering.~

 

Excerpt

I don’t know why I did this to myself.

The situation was not tenable. I hunched my shoulders close to my ears, spine frozen in place and arched away from the back of my ergonomic chair, and if I tensed any more, I’m sure I would sprain something.

My gaze darted around the darkened room and I listened out for any signs of the upcoming attack, and I realized I hadn’t spoken in several minutes. I found a locker for a momentary reprieve and slipped inside.

But as I opened my mouth, hoping whatever words I spewed forth came across as witty and brilliant, the ghost girl who’d stalked me for two hours popped up in front of my hiding space with no warning, baring her teeth with a growl.

To add to my humiliation, she surged toward me with a screech. An embarrassing scream punched up from my chest and past my throat as I wretched the headphones from my ears and covered my eyes with my hands.

I listened to my heart thumping hard in my chest, worrying me for a long minute, until the rhythm decreased and my fear dissipated.

It’s not real. So not real.

By the time I opened my eyes, I caught sight of the screen as the fake blood dripped down from the top of the monitor and the words ‘Game Over’ flashed at me.

My eyes tracked up toward the camera and I said, “Well, that’s all I have time for today. Yes, I am going to pass the last few minutes off as though they never happened. I hope you enjoyed that as much as Echo will, and I’ll catch you next time. Later.”

I held up two fingers, flashing the peace sign, my signature, I stopped the recording before reaching for the stainless steel bottle I kept handy. With the last remnants of the ice-cold water swirling around, enough to sustain me and sooth my sore throat until I dragged myself downstairs for a refill and cooked myself dinner, I tilted the bottle back and swallowed.

My best friend, who was the greatest editor I’ve ever known, was waiting for my text. She’d handle everything for the upload.

It’s ready for you. Don’t laugh too hard.

Got it. I’ll laugh the right amount, thank you very much.

I shook my head and stood.

Like me, Echo started her career because of an interest in something she loved. She cut her own movie trailers, which she somehow included proper voice overs, and they were so much better than what a normal Hollywood production churned out.

When I started gaming online, she offered to edit my videos, which involved me rambling through whatever game I was playing, hoping whoever watched paid more attention to the game than my acne covered face and squeaky voice. My excuse for the awkwardness… I was sixteen.

Since then, I’ve developed into a lanky, long-limbed, acne-free, deep-voiced man who enjoys speaking to others through the internet and connecting them to a community they are proud of. I thank the deities above I moved past puberty without causing harm to myself or others.

But Echo followed my channel and realized before I did that I’d gained subscribers at a steady rate. She promoted herself to my full-time editor when we were nineteen. Although she has her own successful channel, a fashion and beauty one, I keep her busy with my upload schedule.

My stomach growled, and I shot a glance at the clock. Two hours past my normal recording time. I stretched my arms over my head, hearing the usual popping sounds in my joints from whenever I sat too long at my desk.

Done for the day, I tucked in my chair and reached over to shut off the three monitors, but as I turned to exit, I noticed my opened office door.

“Well… fuck.”

Although my house was on the corner of a cul-de-sac with a gigantic yard surrounding it, I attempted to keep my profession from bothering my neighbors. So I closed the door whenever I recorded because I’m not quiet. And when I remodeled the house a few years before, I added soundproofing to the entire top floor.

I’d chosen to buy the house because the bedrooms were on the second floor. The rooms were spacious enough my setup was away from the windows, and the bonus had been the rest of the place. Curved doorways, wooden floors throughout, the modern kitchen that included a farmhouse sink along with the dual oven gas range, and the sunroom that faced the backyard.

The three-bedroom house was enormous for only me. But my family lived close by and on the weekends, and sometimes during the week when mom and dad hounded them about homework and the possibility of their interest in either boys or girls, my parents weren’t picky, my twin sisters stayed over with me.

It wasn’t as if I had a social life they could interrupt. I’d tried years before, and it turned out to be a disaster, so I’d given up. Instead, I concentrated on my career. And when I wasn’t working, I divided my time between Echo or my family.

Tired of my depressing thoughts of being alone with no man in my bed, I headed out of the room and downstairs, wondering what I might make for dinner. After, I would indulge in a true crime YouTube marathon.

The moment I hit the last step, a knock from the front door stopped me in my tracks. At close to nine on a school night ruled out my sisters dropping in for a visit, and Echo was busy editing. Curious, I padded over to the front door.

Thinking myself stealthy in my woolen-clad feet, I stopped about a half a foot in front of solid oak and placed my hands on the smooth wood before inching forward. Through the peephole, my eye focused on a solid figure facing away from me. He was tall, so my tired brain played out a fantasy where a gorgeous man realized he could no longer live without me and was waiting outside to declare his feelings.

But what’s the likelihood of that?

Still freaked out from being immersed in a horror game and catching the damp chill of the night air from the thunderstorm earlier, I opened my mouth and forced words through my tight throat.

“You are unfamiliar to me, so before I open this door I have to ask, are you a serial killer?”

Yeah, my conversation skills rock.

The man turned toward the door, but his height prevented me from seeing any defining features. The deeper voice on the other side answered, “Um, that’s a new one. I’m not, but I don’t know if you’re going to take my word for it.”

“Shit! You make a good point. Well, let me ask you this? Are you here to use my phone because your car broke down and your mobile ‘died’?”

My dumb ass used air quotes as if he could see me. To be honest, I’m surprised I’m still alive.

The stranger huffed out a snicker. The sound did not send flutters of pleasure through me.

“Are you always this suspicious?”

My head nodded up and down before I slapped my forehead and replied, “I think that’s what an untrustworthy, immoral man would say, using reverse psychology to make me feel guilty for being unhelpful, which would make me lower my inhibitions and let you inside.”

The man had the nerve to laugh, a deep, throaty, sexy sound. He asked, “You read that in a book, right?”

“Well, I didn’t read it, per se, I heard it in an audiobook from a retired FBI agent about how following your instincts could save your life and the only reason I listened to it because both of my sisters refused. I admit, it scared the poop out of me, but if I can keep them safe, I would do it again.”

“That’s fair, I suppose. But no, I’m not here to harm you and I’m not a criminal. I heard a scream and thought it was a woman in distress, so I thought I would check.”

My hesitation forgotten in that moment, I jerked open the door and glared at the chest in front of me.

Sometimes I hated being short.

I gulped as my eyes traveled upward until I met amused gray eyes, one eyebrow arched in question.

“I knew that would do it?” The tall man who I would love to climb said.

“Shit, did I say that aloud?”

Another chuckle and I forced my eyes up again.

 

 

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Valerie resides in Denver, Colorado with her husband. While she had been interested in writing a romance novel for years, it wasn’t until she wrote her first book that she really became hooked, and now she can’t stop. She has notebooks full of ideas, and she plans to write most of them in the years to come.

When she’s not writing or learning about the craft of writing, she can be found surfing the internet way too much, watching Investigation Discovery and thinking that her neighbors are up to no good, and finding new ways to get her husband to laugh.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Love in Slow Motion” by E.M. Lindsey

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Book Title: Love In Slow Motion

Author: E.M. Lindsey

Publisher: E.M. Lindsey

Cover Artist: Amai Designs

Release Date: November 16, 2020

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope/s: Age gap, dad’s best friend

Themes: Bisexual awakening

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 95 000 words

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Maybe it didn’t end there. Maybe it started with a kiss…

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The only thing Ilan Nadav knows about relationships and marriage is that they ruin people. He’s committed himself to the bachelor life, and he’s never been happier—until his best friend had to go and fall in the sort of toe-curling, sonnet-writing kind of love. Witnessing that created a hunger in Ilan, and now all he can see is the people standing near him who deserved better than they got. And one of those people makes his heart beat a little bit harder and a little bit faster—but he’s the last man in the world Ilan is allowed to want.

After all, Fredric Pedalino is his best friend’s dad.

When Fredric comes to him for advice about dating men, Ilan is forced to re-write his own reality—and maybe his stance on love, because Fredric is the sort of man with the ability to sweep him off his feet. Even when he isn’t trying.

Ilan wants Fredric more than he’s ever wanted anyone before, but he’s not sure he’s willing to take the risk. After all, loving that man might cost him everything.

Excerpt

“I was on a date when you called me. My first real date maybe ever. You know, the kind that didn’t mean a quick hook-up on my couch before I sent him packing.” Ilan let out a huffing breath, and his fingers stroked absently over Fredric’s knuckles, sending sparks shooting up his arm. “I saw your name and I knew if I answered that call, that would be it. It would be over.”

“And you did answer,” Fredric said softly.

“Yes,” Ilan breathed out, “I did. I did, knowing what I was getting into—but I also did it thinking it was safe because there was no way you wanted… me.”

Fredric’s stomach twisted and his heart thrashed. He hated how hard this was, how complicated, how much fear ruled the moments between them. But like Teddy said to him, it would be worth the effort. “Except I do.”

“And I don’t know how to tell you no,” but before Fredric could lean in and close the distance between them, Ilan went on. “And I don’t know how to say yes.”

Fredric nodded, deflating a little, but not pulling away. “Then have dinner with me. And a little more wine. And that cake you brought.”

Ilan was silent a long while. “And then?”

“And then we take Bas for a walk. You can tell me what the winter sky looks like here at night. I’ve never asked before.”

Ilan’s fingers twitched, and his voice was thick. “I can do that.” He paused again. “And then?”

“And then, we do it again—something else,” Fredric said. He shifted closer, until their knees touched, and Ilan pressed back against him. They started to tangle in places, more than their hands, and it felt right. And as much as he was still nervous, he felt safe. “We see movies, and we eat dinner. We take a tango lesson at the community center. We find a wine and paint night and you can help me paint a cactus.”

Ilan laughed. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” Fredric said. “I just need to know that it starts here.”

“Just a chance,” Ilan breathed out, like he was making the promise to himself, not Fredric. “And if…if I can’t,” he said, then stopped. “If whatever inside me has been so wrong for all these years stays wrong, and you need something more…”

He couldn’t imagine a world in which that would be possible, but he owed Ilan at least one promise tonight, and he could make it that one. Tugging their joined hands toward him, he pressed the warm knuckles to his lips and let them linger for a long, long moment. “We will never be broken.”

Ilan’s breath was softer this time, but still trembling—just like his hands. But instead of pulling away, instead of letting whatever he was feeling get the best of him, he didn’t let go.

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E.M. Lindsey is currently living in the United States. They spend their time writing, reading, hiking, and binging Netflix – in that order. Find their work exclusively on Amazon.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Darkwater House by Samuel King

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Book Title: Darkwater House

Author: Samuel King

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Louisa Maggio

Release Date: September, 29 2020

Genre: Contemporary Paranormal M/M Romance

Trope/s: Macho neighbour turns out to be bi sexual, murder mystery/paranormal

Themes: Laying the past to rest

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 52 000 words/ 150 pages

It is a standalone story.

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When Toby meets his sexy neighbor Sean, he embarks on a new romance,

but there’s also a haunting and a murder mystery to deal with.

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There’s romance waiting for Toby at Darkwater House. Set on the edge of London’s beautiful Hampstead Heath, what better place for love to blossom with a stunningly handsome stranger?

But as Toby explores a passionate relationship with his dream man, dark forces are stirring within the walls of Darkwater House. There’s an angry spirit haunting the corridors and Albert the creepy landlord might be a killer.

As passion grows between Toby and his new neighbor Sean, they also work at unearthing the secrets of Darkwater House, looking for the evidence that will convict Albert, finally lay the angry ghost to rest and allow their love story to deepen.

Excerpt

He entered the code into the electronic keypad next to the main front door and waited for the now-familiar click before pushing it open. Sean was standing in the communal hallway, his back to Toby, bending forward so that the material of his running shorts stretched across his muscular buttocks, revealing a tantalizing crack. God, Toby would have liked to smell that arse, run his nose from one end of the crevice to the other, taking a long, deep breath.

Stop it!

Sean was rubbing his right calf. Toby hesitated, then cleared his throat.

“Are you okay?” he asked, still staring at Sean’s butt while he had the chance.

Sean straightened and looked over his shoulder at Toby.

“I think I pulled a muscle,” he said, hobbling toward the lift.

Toby considered taking the stairs to avoid an embarrassing trip in the compact elevator, but instead followed Sean and pushed the button for the fourth floor.

“Is it painful?” he asked, breathing in the smell of Sean’s fresh sweat, reveling in the closeness of the other man. He could feel heat radiating from his post-exercise body.

“A bit,” said Sean, staring ahead. “I think I overdid it today. That was my second run.”

“I know. I saw you this morning,” said Toby. In his head, he was slipping a hand down the front of Sean’s shorts, playing with his flaccid but growing cock, his hand getting slippery from Sean’s sweat and pre-cum.

Then I’d lick my fingers, he thought.

The lift pinged and the doors opened.

“After you,” said Toby.

Sean nodded a thank you and walked awkwardly toward his flat. Toby followed, fixing his eyes on the other man’s butt, growing hard and once again fantasizing about burying his face between those cheeks, breathing in the masculine scent.

“See you later,” said Sean as he reached his apartment door, resting his gaze briefly on Toby’s face.

Toby blushed. “Yes, see you later. I hope your calf gets better.”

As he headed for his own flat, Toby wished he had some sort of medical training so he could have offered to check out Sean’s injury, maybe administer a gentle massage on the injured leg. The thought of his hands caressing Sean’s muscular calf, rising to his thigh, Sean watching him intently with his dark eyes, was all too much. Toby hurried to open his front door, pulling his cock out of his fly almost before the door had closed behind him. He jerked himself fast, still clutching the carrier bag of food and wine in the other hand. Several jets of cum shot across the hallway carpet. I’ll have to clean that up later.

Toby fell back against the front door, breathing heavily, pushing his cock back into his pants. He really did have it bad for Sean, even though they’d barely spoken and Sean seemed to dislike him, or at best, be indifferent toward him. Or perhaps that was the attraction? If he fell for someone he stood no chance with, he wouldn’t get hurt like he had before, because nothing would ever develop.

He dropped the carrier bag onto the kitchen surface and pulled out the bottle of wine he had bought at the supermarket. He studied it as if it were some ancient relic of great interest, rather than a cheap bottle of plonk. Then, with a sigh, he unscrewed the top and reached for a glass. It was Saturday night, after all, he told himself.

About the Author

Samuel King is London born and bred, and spent his twenties and thirties hanging out on the London gay scene, mixing with some true characters and even finding romance on a few occasions. Now more likely to be found eating in a nice restaurant on a Saturday night than clubbing, he also enjoys reading across many genres and watching films–especially old horror films and romantic comedies.

He is the author of four hot short reads—The Black Mask, Hard Lessons, Sage the Immortal and Mirror Man. His first full-length male/male romance Darkwater House is out now.

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