RELEASE BLITZ: “The Impossible Childhood of My Desires” by Rick R. Reed.

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Book Title: The Impossible Childhood of My Desires

Author: Rick R.
Reed

Publisher: JMS
Books

Cover Artist: Written Ink
Designs

Release Date: September 24,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Themes: Transgender Awakening and Acceptance, long-term relationship
facing a challenge

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 60 000
words

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

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“Well, isn’t queer
adulthood, if one is lucky, having the impossible childhood of your desires?”

― Joss Lake,
Future Feeling

Blurb

Carl Young’s biggest secret: he’s always felt like Cara Young.
Through the years, he acknowledged his authentic female self in ways he kept hidden in the
shadows. The makeup, the dresses, the shoes — all of them represented his most longed-for
desires and his deepest shame.


When Carl’s husband Roberto comes home early
from work to discover Cara in her wig, makeup, dress, and high heels, he’s shocked. Who is
this person he married decades ago? He flees, leaving their home in Chicago for the
obliviousness of the sunny skies of Southern California.


Cara begins making tentative steps into a world she
imagined would always remain secret. She ventures out, dressing the only way she feels
whole. Publicly claiming her identity, she’s terrified, but also filled with joy when she
discovers there are others like her, people who will welcome her with open arms and
support.


But for both Roberto and Cara, their long-term and
love-filled marriage is now a challenge with which they both must reckon. Does her
transition mean following separate paths? Or forging a new one … together?

Excerpt

He tried to hold his discomfort and shivering in abeyance as
he climbed the boulders at the north end of the beach and sat down on the cold and wet
rock. He wished he’d worn a warmer coat because he longed to stay here a while, in the
quiet, the only sound the rhythmic pull and push of the waves against the shore. There was
something mesmerizing about watching the flakes drift down, disappearing into the pewter-
colored water. Visibility was nil, but he could see the sun above as a white orb, a glow amidst
the overcast skies.


“You know, it’s all right.”

The voice came to him more through his head than
his ears. He turned.


Sitting next to him was his mother. Carl wasn’t
surprised.


She was as she appeared when he was a little boy —
a beautiful woman whose Sicilian heritage endowed her with the most penetrating green
eyes and the creamiest olive complexion. “And the biggest nose,” she’d probably add,
laughing. Staring out at the waves, her face was unlined, her hair glossy, dark, curling around
her face. She wore a mouton coat he’d remembered from his childhood. Once upon a time,
he’d slip into her closet and don the coat; it was unbelievably soft and warm. Its satin lining
was a wonderful contrast to the plushness of the fur. He could smell his mother’s perfume
and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke on the coat.


It was almost like being given a hug from
her.


“What’s all right?” he asked, almost as if talking to
his younger — and dead — mother on a beach in the middle of a blizzard was the most
normal thing in the world. “The fact that you lost your battle with cancer?” The tears welling
in his eyes worried him because he feared they’d freeze. “Because, Mom, I can tell you, that
is not all right.” He wiped wet snow from his cheeks. “What will I do without you? Who will I
call on Sundays? Who will care about what happens to me? Who will listen now? How will I
feel the hole left in your absence?”


He had a lot of questions.

She waved his concerns away. Her nails were long,
blood red, just as they’d been when she was young. She stopped caring as she got older and
kept them clipped short, no polish. “Don’t be so dramatic. You always were. I was old, honey.
And the cancer they said they got all of?” She chuckled. “They were wrong.” She shrugged.
“It happens. The big C stands for cancer, right?”


He nodded.

“Well, it also stands for cunning, because it is. It
comes down to a fight for survival. I take comfort in the fact that even though the big C won
the battle, I won the war.” She smiled, looking Carl in the eye. “No more host. That cancer
just lost his job.”


They sat silently for a long time. Carl wondered if
he’d died and now they were in some sort of afterlife. It was quiet enough. The still made it
seem as though they were the only two people on the planet.


“Well, what did you mean then? What’s all
right?”


She turned and reached out her hands, not quite
reaching his cheeks. He wondered if she was capable of touch or if her hands would reach
him as a cold gust. “You. You’re all right. Just as you are. I’m sorry it took me so long to
realize it. I wish I had told you this when you were little and I caught you wearing my clothes
or makeup.” She shrugged. “Hindsight. But Carl, you’re okay and you will be okay. Don’t let
anyone stop you.”


“From what?”

“From being exactly who you are.”

Carl closed his eyes and that caused the tears to fall
at last. They made him colder, but they made him human.


When he opened his eyes again, he was alone on
the beach.

About the Author

Rick R. Reed is an award-
winning and bestselling author of more than fifty works of published fiction. He is a Lambda
Literary Award finalist. Entertainment Weekly has described his work as “heartrending and
sensitive.” Lambda Literary has called him: “A writer that doesn’t disappoint…”

Rick lives in Palm Springs, CA,
with his husband, Bruce, and their two rescue dogs, Kodi and Joaquin.

Find him at http://www.rickrreedreality.blogspot.com.

Email: rickrreedbooks@gmail.com

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AUDIOBOOK TOUR: “Home Work” by Kaje Harper.

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Book Title: Home Work
(Life Lessons 3)

Author and Publisher: Kaje
Harper

Narrator: JF
Harding

Release Date:
September 6, 2022

Genre: Mystery/Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt-comfort, established couples, parenting

Themes: Found family

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 10 hours and 28
minutes

It is not a standalone story.
Listen/read books 1 and 2 first.

The book does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Murder, trauma, and


raising children – who said love was easy?

Blurb

Mac and Tony thought the hard part was over. They’re
together openly as a couple, sharing a home and building a life with their two kids. It’s what
they dreamed of.


But daughter Anna struggles with the changes, Ben
is haunted by old secrets, Mac’s job in Homicide still demands too much of his time, and
Tony is caught in the middle. It’ll take everything these men can give to create a viable
balance between home and work. Especially when life refuses to give them a break.

(This is a lightly edited rerelease of the 2012 original
novel.)


About the Author

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

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

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Soft Hands” by E.M. Lindsey

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Book Title: Soft Hands
(The Sin Bin: West Coast,
Book 2)

Author: E.M.
Lindsey

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow,
Photographer: CJC Photography, Model: Eric G.

Release Date: September 23,
2022

Genre: Contemporary Sports/Hockey Romance

Tropes: MMM, best friends to lovers

Themes: Aromantic acceptance, polyamory

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 68 000
words

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

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Blurb

There are a few things Nolan Ouellet has come to accept
about himself.


One: that his future with the NHL was irrevocably

destroyed thanks to his reckless actions as a teenager destroying his knee.

Two: that he will never fall in love because the very
idea of it sends his skin crawling.


Three: he will bed as many NHL players as humanly
possible before he retires his game.


And four: he will never apologize for who he is and
what he wants.


Then two men come barreling into his life and turn
everything he knows upside down.


He still won’t play for the NHL, and he still won’t
change who he is because he’s fought too long and too hard to accept his identity. But
suddenly his future is starting to look a little different than he originally
planned.


And that scares the absolute hell out of
him.


When he met Marko Rudenko and Luka
Wagner—two veterans of the Denver Huskies—they were supposed to be a game, just like
everyone else. But now all he can think about is how to keep them around without
compromising the person he’s become and ruining the love Marko and Luka have for each
other.

 

Excerpt

“Is there going to be a fight?” Nolan asked.

The guy scoffed, glancing at him. “Worse. Hockey
players.”

Nolan’s heart rammed against his chest. Not that it could
possibly be Marko or Luka, but he hadn’t seen or spoken to either of them since the
awkward incident at the rink. He hadn’t even been letting himself think about it.

He swallowed thickly. “They come in here a lot?”

“Every once in a while,” the guy said, then lowered his
voice. “Mostly because it’s the furthest thing from a sports bar so no one’s going to notice if
they take someone home.”

Nolan heard that for the warning it was: keep your mouth
shut. The guy might not love having professional athletes in his bar, but he also knew it was
good for business.

He forced himself not to look, bowing over his drink. “Tell
me when it’s safe to escape, and close out my tab.”

“Actually, put his drink on ours.”

Nolan’s entire body froze.

Fuck. Fucking shit fuck shit.

He would have recognized Luka’s voice even if he was
concussed and under water. His throat went tight, but he tried to offer something like a
smile, though given how wide Luka’s eyes were behind his glasses, he realized he was
probably grimacing.

His heart sank even lower when another body slid up
against Luka’s and stared him down. “You don’t answer call or text. We think maybe you
died.”

Yeah, okay. He did kind of deserve that. He’d just left Marko
hanging like an asshole, and the guy didn’t deserve it. But he also didn’t deserve Nolan’s
mess when it was obvious Marko and Luka were both capable of a love that straight up
repulsed Nolan down to his core.

“You know these guys?” the bartender asked. He crossed
his arms over his chest in a protective way, and Nolan felt a pulse of affection for the total
stranger.

“No. We don’t know him. He’s total weirdo who stalk us,”
Marko said.

Luka elbowed him hard. “Stop being an asshole. Yes, we
know him.”

Nolan sighed and gave a nod. “Old friends. In fact, put
their drinks on my tab. Get them each one of these,” he said, tapping his
glass.

Both Marko and Luka started to protest, but the bartender
ignored them both with a shrug and walked off to fill the order.

“Why you being child?” Marko demanded.

“Pretty sure a child couldn’t afford a twenty-six-dollar glass
of bourbon for his two friends,” Nolan fired back.

Luka’s brows shot up, and he shoved his glasses higher up
on the bridge of his nose. “Why the fuck are you drinking that?”

“Because it tastes amazing,” he said. And because I can afford it now thanks to a slew of online
strangers who pay me to shove dildos up my ass
. But he wasn’t going to say that part aloud as tempting as it was. “You don’t want
it?”

As if summoned, the bartender arrived with three new
glasses, and Nolan took his, watching the other two out of his periphery. Marko showed no
hesitation when snatching up his, but Luka was a little more hesitant.

“It’s not poisoned,” Nolan grumbled.

Marko sighed, then hip-checked Luka out of his way and sat
on the wooden stool. It groaned under his impossibly thick layers of muscle, and Nolan tried
not to stare at the way his arms flexed as he laid one on the bar top and used the other to
lift his glass to his mouth.

“Okay, we talk about weird moment, or we just get drunk
and pretend it never happen?”

Nolan didn’t think the fucker was just going to come out
with it like that. Guilt slammed into him as he looked over at Luka and wondered if this was
some sort of confrontation because Nolan had flirted with them both and gotten a little too
close to Marko recently. He swallowed down another delightfully spiced mouthful of
liquor.

“Should I get drunk for this conversation?”

“Looks like you’re already halfway there,” Luka pointed out.
He wedged himself between Marko and Nolan, leaning his elbow on Marko’s shoulder in a
gesture that telegraphed they were together.

As they should be, Nolan thought bitterly, but he wasn’t
feeling particularly generous considering how badly he wanted them both. “Yeah, well. I
came here to drink my feelings.”

“Mm. You should try feelings burritos,” Marko said. “Is
much better. No hangover.”

“Nah, just burrito farts,” Luka said, then laughed when
Marko rolled his eyes. “Please, you know it’s true. There’s a reason we don’t sleep together
when you and Ravi have burrito night.”

Nolan felt his ears go red, and he had to look away. He
didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him because, for an aromantic asshole, he loved
watching the people he cared about living their best lives. So why did it force bile up his
throat to think about losing these two to each other?

They wanted things that made his skin crawl.

He jolted slightly when warm fingers touched his wrist, and
he took a breath before he returned his attention to the two men. “I’m still firmly team
bourbon.”

“Are you still team Luka and Marko?” Luka asked so quietly
Nolan mostly had to read his lips over the music.

He swallowed heavily. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you stop talking to me,” Marko said, his booming
voice rising over the music. “We have moment, then you just leave. And then”—he sucked in
air through his teeth—“nothing.”

 

 

About the Author

E.M. Lindsey is a non-binary
writer who lives in the southeast United States, close to the water where their heart
lies.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Unmanageable” by Leslie McAdam

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Book Title:
Unmanageable

Author: Leslie
McAdam

Publisher: Heart Eyes Press,
LLC

Release Date: September 13,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Single dad/nanny, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, small town, wine
bar

Themes: Romance matters!

Length: 70 000 words/ 268
pages

Heat Rating: 5 flames

It is a standalone story in
the
In Vino Veritas series
and d
oes not end on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

I’ve never been romantic. Just ask my ex-wife.

Since she broke up with me, I get my needs met any time I
want, without putting my heart on the line. Exactly how I like it.

But when she is called overseas and leaves me with our
child, my bachelor lifestyle ends faster than you can say, “Daddy, I want a pony.”

I need help.

Problem is, help’s come in the form of an incredibly hot
nanny.

My employee.

Who is much younger than me.

And also … a guy.

I watch Scott care for my kid and can’t help feeling like he
clicks into place in her life.

When he looks at me, though … I get an entirely different
feeling. One that makes me long for things I can’t have.

Like him.

Unmanageable is a contemporary m/m age gap romance
about a starry-eyed nanny who wants hot-air balloon rides and singing telegrams and a
grumpy single dad who most definitely does not.

Excerpt

I wish I had Murph’s confidence. Before that dustup with
Edsel, I was positive he was the one, but now my optimism has left me, never to
return.

“What do I do while I’m waiting for ‘the one’? And how do I
solve my money issues?” My voice cracks. “I might lose my place.”

“How can I help?” He bites his lip. “Do you need to borrow
some money?”

“No.” My tone comes out much more forcefully than I
intend. But
hell no. “I’m not getting into more debt, especially not to a friend. I just need to put
my job search into hyperdrive. I have to get myself a job that pays more than the greeting
card gig.”

“Now, that’s a solvable problem.” Murph’s eyes
light up, and he claps. “What do you want to do for work? What skills do you have?”

“None.”

He glares at me. “You have to be good at
something.”

“Well, I’m very good at arranging romantic dates, but that’s
not exactly a salaried position.”

He tilts his head to the side. “You could be a wedding
planner!”

I scratch the back of my neck. “Actually, that’s not a bad
idea.” My shoulders slump. “But I don’t know how to break into that business. And I need
money fast.”

“Who needs money fast? You’re still job hunting?” A body
hovers over us, and I look up to see my friend Jeremy Everett. After he and I got a tiny bit
sauced one night here at V and V, he adopted me as a member of his booklover gang. Like
Murph, Jeremy’s a force of nature, only he’s a bit more reformed fuckboi and a bit less
princess. He runs a hand through his halo of dirty-blond hair. “You could sell plasma. Or
sperm.”

“Hey,” I say, scooting over in the seat to let him in. “And,
um, no.”

“I’m not gonna judge,” Jeremy says, holding up his hands.
“You gotta do what you gotta do.”

“Even if I were desperate enough to bring the product of
my ham candle to market, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to pass on my genetic material. The
recipient might end up in as dire straits as me.”

Product of
your ham candle
?” Murph and Jeremy say at
the same time.

Shrugging, I hide my smile.

They burst out laughing, and then Murph clucks his tongue.
“I’ve had about enough of ‘Bag on Scottybear’ time. No more, okay? We’re problem
solving.”

“Fine.” I grimace. “Just no, uh, dissemination of my, um,
semen. For profit. I mean, I don’t have a problem with it, but it’s not for me.”

They crack up again, and now we’re getting looks from
around the bar. Vino and Veritas is all chatter and good vibes, but there is a point where you
can be a little too loud. We might be getting there.

“Do you have to get back to work?” I ask Murph.

He checks his phone. “I have a couple minutes left of my
break. And this is more entertaining than that time Jason and Tai lost bets to me and
Emmett and had to stand on the street corner across from city hall in Speedos holding signs
that said, ‘Love me, love my Nantucket Nad Bucket.’”

Jeremy raises his eyebrows. “I missed that one.”

“You did,” Murph and I say together.

About the Author

Leslie McAdam is a California
girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small
orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two children. Leslie’s first
published book,
The Sun and the
Moon
, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world’s
largest online writing competition. She’s gone on to receive additional literary awards and
has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have
been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but
spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.

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Book Title: Leading Man (Hollywood Heartthrobs Book 1)

Author and Publisher: Valerie Ullmer

Cover Artist: Valerie Ullmer

Release Date: September 2nd, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Interracial Romance, Feelings long denied, Insta love, Friends to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Hollywood Actor, Personal Assistant

Themes: Trusting Yourself, free to be who you want to be, pursuing dreams

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: approx. 54 000 words/183 pages

It is part 1 of a 3 book series but does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Spencer Atreus.

Gorgeous movie star, workaholic, and the ultimate laid back, can’t-help-but-love-him kind of guy.

Oh, did I mention gorgeous?

But the reason I, Westley Lee, hid my attraction to the man was two-fold.

I loved my job. As his personal assistant, he depended on me and I’d come to crave being wanted by him, even though it wasn’t exactly as I imagined. Also, being part of his life, even in the peripheral, was better than not being with him at all. And while it screamed desperation on my part, every intimate thought I had about him was locked in the recesses of my mind as I kept up appearances.

Until one night changed everything.

Seeing Spencer in pain crumbled all the walls I’d built between us to protect my heart. And in a moment of pure weakness, he saw through my barriers and I was unable to keep him in the dark about my feelings.

But will we find our happily ever after when a threat endangers our entire future?

Excerpt

The downside, or sinful temptation as I defined it, of living behind the man and being involved in everything from having groceries delivered, overseeing the few household staff he employed on a part-time basis, and having full access to his house and his finances was my life became inundated with everything Spencer Atreus.

The man was stunning. The fact he was also a straight cis movie star with people always wanting something from him or craving the man himself never went to his head, and I refused to be a sycophant.

Regardless of the images flashing behind my eyelids of the man with a gorgeous smile and beautifully sculpted body and what he could do to me in that bed, I locked all the fantasies down in the private recesses of my mind and drifted off as blackness descended.

A familiar, yet distant ring jolted me out of bed. I tried to blink the sleep from my eyes, but the gritty, dry discomfort meant I’d left my contacts in when I’d dropped off into slumber. Ignoring the irritation blinking caused and concentrating on the insistent sound, I scrambled toward it and on the fourth ring, I answered with a short, “What?”

“Lee?”

All the years of daily reminders I’d given, lecturing at him about how much I hated being called by my last name, Spencer refused to call me anything else. But at that moment, I shoved back my irritation as the urgency in his voice caught me off guard and worst-case scenarios ran through my head.

“What’s wrong? Do you need me to pick you up?”

There was a shuffling, as though the phone was being wrestled away, and then another voice came on the line. One I avoided at all costs.

“Hey, sexy? Someone threw a punch, and it struck—”

“Where are you?” I demanded in a low growl.

I whipped around and strode toward the bathroom, holding the phone against my ear with my shoulder, and washed my hands. After I cleaned my fingers, leaving them wet, I yanked the dried contacts from around my corneas and sighed in relief. I added eye drops to clear up the redness and irritation. In a rush, I cleaned my glasses before I pulled on some jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. It was March in California and the nights could get cold.

He was still rambling about something that had nothing to do with the current location of one Spencer Atreus, so I barked, “Where?”

“At the house, but you—”

Not proud of my actions, I hung up on Spencer’s friend and constant flirt, Mason Dawes, and stuck my feet in sneakers before I snagged my keys and wallet, locked up, and started up toward the main house.

It wasn’t as though I didn’t like Mason. I hadn’t allowed myself to get to know him because something about the man felt… off, and so I avoided him. He was never serious about anything, aside from maybe his career, and I refused to tolerate his attempts at chatting me up. Although it’d never come up during my employment with Spencer, Mason spotted me at Bayou, a West Hollywood gay bar early in my employment. That night, I tried finding another man who’d allow me to get over the stupid fascination I had with Spencer, but it was one of several nights of turning down offer after offer before I understood I’d have to live without. There was no substitute for Spencer in my eyes. And as far as I knew, Mason hadn’t yet told his friend.

About the Author

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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Book Title: Keep Me On Edge (My Kinky Housemate Book 4)

Author and Publisher: Colette Davison

Cover Artist: Covers by Jo

Release Date: August 30, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Housemates to lovers, found family, hurt/comfort, BDSM

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 75 000 words

It could read as a standalone but it’s best read as part of the series. At the very least, it’s best to read Plaything (book 2) first.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Stefan’s unique skills make him perfect for me, but can they lead to a lasting relationship?

Blurb

A sleeping disorder means I keep odd hours. During a late-night conversation, Stefan and I discover we’ve got more in common than we thought: a love of chess, family members who have cast us aside, and a mutual attraction.

For the first time in my life, I’m with someone who sees me. I know I could help Stefan let go of the emotional hurt he’s kept trapped inside for years. At the same time, I need him to empower me through pain.

Stefan is used to being strong for everyone. Will he let me in so I can help him navigate a long-awaited reunion, or will he keep his hurt locked inside?

Keep Me On Edge is an mm romance with housemates who become lovers, edging, pain-play, opinionated housemates, absent family members, and dates as eccentric as Stefan’s clothing. It’s the fourth book in the My Kinky Housemate Series, and while it can be enjoyed as a standalone, it’s better to read it as part of the series.

Trigger warnings: mentions of alcoholism and drug use by minor characters, absent parents, and the loss of a parent in the past.

Excerpt

I curse as I step into a deep puddle. Water splashes up my leg. Walking in a park in the dark after heavy rain is a bad idea. I look around as Quinn tugs me to a halt. He lets go of my hand and picks up a sturdy twig from the path’s edge. I realise we’re standing next to a patch of mud beneath the branches of an oak tree. It explains why there’s no grass. Quinn crouches and uses the twig to make marks in the mud. I watch, captivated, as a picture takes shape before my eyes. The moonlight illuminates the peaks and troughs Quinn is creating in the mud. When he eventually stands and steps back, I forget how to breathe.

“It’s me.”

It’s a simple drawing yet unmistakably of me.

He grins. “When life gives you mud, create art.”

I pull my phone out of my pocket and take two photos, with and without flash. Neither truly conveys how beautiful the drawing is. The one without the flash is too dark to see the entire picture. The one with the flash flattens the mud out and adds streaks of light.

Quinn looks over my shoulder as I flick between the two photos, satisfied with neither.

“It’s supposed to be transient,” he says quietly. “Not everything can be captured. You have to appreciate some things in the moment and then let go.” He nudges my elbow. “Like sex.”

About the Author

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

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BOOK BLAST: “The Refuge Bid” by Jude Tresswell.

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Book Title: The Refuge Bid (County Durham Quad 8)

Author and Publisher: Jude
Tresswell

Release Date: August 1,
2022

Genre: Contemporary crime/mystery, gay male
protagonists

Tropes: Cold case investigation, self-awareness journey

Themes: Asexual/sexual relationships, respect and working
together

Heat Rating: 2
flames

Length: 64 000
words

The crime/mystery stands
alone.

The story does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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You’re tellin’ me that if this
shiter buys St Stephen’s, there’s a chance we won’t have access to the graveyard! Over my
dead body!

Blurb

The Refuge Bid is a gay mystery and relationships tale set in

fictional Tunhead, northeast England.

Is there a link between a woman who has been missing for
ten years and the people bidding to buy and redevelop Tunhead’s decommissioned church
and graveyard? Can the County Durham Quad and their special friend, Nick, find out and
stop the sale—one grave is special—and can they raise the cash to counter the bids with an
offer of their own? Success involves their drawing on Tunhead’s quarrying industry past and
on employing their very different skills but, also, they must acknowledge what it is that they
really want from their unusual liaison.

Trigger Warning: references to a teenager’s suicide
and to conversion therapy.

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Mike Angells is an openly gay CID inspector based in North East England. There are three
men in his life: Raith Balan, Phil Roberts and Ross Whitburn. Mike is particularly close to
Ross.

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Excerpt

Anxiety, but mounting relief. Those were his feelings as he
stamped down the final clod of earth and smoothed the surface. Some stones and bricks
would lie around but who would pay attention to a scattering of those in a place like this?
You wouldn’t give them a second glance. So, he’d done it! Literally buried a problem and no
one would be any the wiser.

And nobody was until, years later, a group of men from
County Durham started digging up the past.

***

The Beck on the Wear Arts Centre, known for ease and for
effect as BOTWAC, and the brainchild of Ross Whitburn-Howe. Ross lay in bed and mentally
ticked off items linked to BOTWAC’s Easter re-opening. People could visit all year round if
they wished to, but the Centre’s location at the end of the lane that wound steeply up to
Tunhead in the Durham hills was an icy deterrent during winter. Come spring, though,
Tunhead shook off winter’s cold discomforts and looked and sounded full of life—even
where it harboured death, for Tunhead had a church with a graveyard.

It might be asked why a tiny village that had never been
home to more than a hundred people at any one time should boast a church, let alone a
graveyard. The church was a gift from the family who, two centuries past, had owned the
limestone quarry that led to Tunhead’s existence. The workers should have Sundays off,
provided they prayed and listened to sermons instead, and as the nearest church was a ten
mile walk from the row of terraced houses, it seemed sensible to offer an alternative on-site
as it were. So, called St Stephen’s after the patron saint of stone masons, the church was
used by the quarrymen, their families, the tenant farmers and farmhands who worked the
fields adjoining the lane and by the old landowners themselves. St Steve’s was still
consecrated although, now, disused. That didn’t mean that the graveyard had become a
dismal ruin. Like the rest of the village, it looked neat and tidy, spring flower-full and ready to
welcome visitors.

“Yes!” thought Ross. “Everything sorted. Publicity placed
with the tourist board, leaflets ready for distribution, programme of events arranged, social
media angles covered, and bookings already coming in for the workshops and for August’s
week-long pottery festival.”

The man who lay beside him stirred, opened and rubbed
two sleepy eyes and said, “Mornin’, Gorgeous.”

“Morning, Mike.” Ross smiled and returned the squeeze
that followed the greeting. He snuggled down to enjoy a few more minutes’ warmth in bed.
A hair dryer whirred into action from the bedroom across the landing.

“That Raith doin’ his hair? Better get a move on before he’s
down and nickin’ me breakfast sausages.” Mike got up, pulled on a pair of boxers and went
downstairs.

The ‘Raith’ was Raith Rodrigo Roberts-Balaño—known as
Raith Balan: sculptor of erotic art and wearer of exotic clothing. The ‘Roberts’ section of his
name was the surname of his husband, Phil, who in comparison with Raith was extremely
conventional, and a surgeon. Phil was breakfasting on yoghurt, fruit and wholemeal bread
when Mike entered the sunny kitchen.

“Mornin’ Phil.” A kiss on the cheek and a hug around the
shoulders. Returned with a grin and a “Morning.”

And so, Ross, Mike, Raith and Phil looked forward to March
with the optimism produced by mutual affection and the promise of spring.

About the Author

Jude Tresswell lives in south-
east England but was born and raised in the north, and that’s where her heart is. She is ace,
and has been married to the same man for many years. She feels that she understands
compromise. She supports Liverpool FC, listens to a lot of blues music and loves to write
dialogue.

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Book Title: Crossing the
Line (Jake’s Bar Book 2)

Author: AG
Meiers

Publisher: Painted Hearts
Publishing

Release Date: August 25,
2022

Genre: Romantic suspense, Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Lovers to enemies to lovers, second chance romance, race to
uncover dangerous secrets

Themes: Fast-paced suspense, ex-cop with little left to lose, protective
lawyer who loves too hard, hurt/comfort, broken trust, forgiveness (or not), family found,
new start, Two men falling in love while dodging bullets and chasing bad guys

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 81 000
words

Crossing the Line is Book 2 in the
Jake’s Bar series. It is a standalone romance with a satisfying end for the mystery. It does not
end on a cliffhanger.

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Broken Trust doesn’t give
Second Chances…

Blurb

Holden Wright had it all—and lost it. Five months ago, he
was on top: a decorated detective with a bright future. Then his father’s gambling destroyed
everything. Left with nothing, Holden works nights at Jake’s Bar with no idea how to get his
broken life back on track.


Brent Northwood has it all—except the man he
loves. Brent made a deal with the devil to become a well-respected lawyer, but success
doesn’t turn out to be all he ever wanted. His love for Holden started with a wild, crazy
hookup in the rain, but it all came to an abrupt end when Brent lied—with best
intention—but a lie is a lie and Holden can’t forgive.


Holden needs the successful lawyer back in his life
about as badly as he needs the bullet hole his father put in his shoulder. But with secrets
from Holden’s past threatening his future, Brent is the only one who can protect him. The
two men forge a volatile truce to stay one step ahead of danger, but is it enough to mend
the broken trust between them? Can they risk a second chance for love knowing what’s at
stake?


But none of that matters if they can’t find out who
is trying to take Holden down…

Series: Crossing the Line, Book 2 in the award-winning
Jake’s Bar series, is a steamy, M/M romantic suspense featuring a rainbow-colored bar full of
quirky characters, and all the romance you can handle. So, download today, and get ready to
fall in love with Jake’s Bar.

Excerpt

Holden topped off the beer and slammed it on the counter
in front of Grey. The grungy mechanic tore his eyes away from a green-haired twink across
the room. “What crawled up your ass tonight?”

JD’s was a gay bar and prime hookup spot, so there were a
few dozen suitable answers, but Holden wasn’t feeling any of them. His mind was fucking
with him—flashing lust-filled images from a past he’d buried deep in a box labeled
“mistake.” For the past hour, while he was serving drinks and cashing out people as it got
late, he had tried hard to ignore the man in a dark suit sitting at one of the high tables away
from the crowds. It had been a good night until Brent Northwood showed up.

Grey took a sip and licked the foam off his lips with an
exaggerated swirl of his tongue. On the other side of the bar green-hair rolled his eyes and
turned away to follow his friends back to a booth. Grey had tried to get the guy’s attention a
few times now and had consistently been shot down.

“You’re not Kyle’s type,” Holden said helpfully as he wiped
down the beer taps.

Grey pulled a face. “It’s a shit night. The place was hopping
for a while, but lately it’s been slow. I think Jake is in trouble. He hit gold when that blogger
made a big deal out of JD’s, but there was just no way that was gonna last. JD’s doesn’t offer
enough. In the end, it’s just a dingy corner bar.”

Then what the fuck are you doing here every night?
Holden swallowed his acrid reply. Grey was a
bit of an ass, however Holden was pretty sure that nothing but an empty apartment waited
for the guy at the end of the day. Five months ago, he would have been quick to judge and
discard JD’s regular, but these days, they had too much in common.

Before he could stop himself, Holden threw a glance across
the room to the lanky man sitting motionless in the dim light. As always, Brent looked like
he’d just stepped out of a courtroom. Impeccably dressed in an Armani suit. A face with
square angles and full lips with a cupid’s bow. The dark five o’clock shadow was the only
imperfection, but it enhanced his classic charms. Holden had always known he was bi. He’d
experimented with both men and women, but Brent Northwood, almost ten years older,
serious to the point of severe, wasn’t even his usual type. Still, nobody had ever been as
irresistible.

Elbows resting on the table, the lawyer nursed a whiskey in
his hands. He seemed lost in his thoughts. Luckily, Grey picked up their conversation again
before Holden was caught staring. “Somebody must have bought the rundown movie
theater next door. They’re renovating. The dumpster takes up half the parking spots on this
side.”

“Yeah, Jake’s been talking about them hammering all day
long. He’s pissed about the noise,” he replied.

“If that’s turned into a bar, Jake can bag it,” Grey said with
gloomy delight. “I’m telling you, this is only the beginning.” He waved around the mostly
empty place.

“Bullshit. It’s Tuesday. Tuesdays are slow.”

“And you’re stuck with Tuesdays.” Grey wasn’t done stirring
shit up. “Maybe you should talk to Jake. You must be hurting for money after losing your
cushy detective job—”

A hand came down on Holden’s back. “Grey, shut your
mouth,” Jake growled at the mechanic. “Nobody needs your poison. Told you that before. If
you can’t be civil, get the fuck out of my bar.”

It wasn’t an empty threat. Jake had zero tolerance for hate
or stupidity, and he was fiercely protective of his staff. Jake grabbed a few empty bottles and
tossed them into a crate under the bar. “Where is Jazz?”

“It was slow, so I sent them home a few minutes ago.
They’ve got an exam tomorrow. Talked about it all night. I’ve got it covered and thought they
could use a few extra hours of sleep,” Holden replied.

“Makes sense to take advantage of a nice, peaceful night,”
Jake said with a happy sigh. He was the only bar owner Holden knew who got into a pissy
mood when his place was packed with people. Jake loved peace and quiet, and most nights,
JD’s Bar was anything but.

Jake stopped abruptly and squinted into the dimly lit
taproom. “What’s the damn fixer doing here?”

“Northwood?” It was petty, but Holden took some perverse
pleasure in the fact that Jake didn’t like Brent.

“Yeah, Brent fucking Northwood.”

About the Author

Eighteen years ago, AG
Meiers came to the US for adventure and stayed for love. Currently, she lives in New England
with her husband and two awesome kids—balancing work, friends and family, and
writing.

When she has some free
time, her favorite thing to do is travel and visit new places. Her past trips have already
brought her to a variety of countries on four continents. She never passes up an opportunity
to experience different cultures, diverse people and amazing locations.

Even though she has been
dreaming up stories all her life, she has only recently started to write them down and share
them with the world. As a writer she loves to put her characters through a lot of challenges,
conflict and heartbreak, before she allows them to find their happy-ever-after.

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