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Book Title: Bedside Manners
(Living Situations Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Ella
Fenn

Cover Artist: Mayhem Cover
Creations

Release Date: May 10,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M romance

Tropes: Age gap, hurt/comfort, BDSM, hot mountain man, forced
proximity

Themes: Healing trauma, second chances, coming of age

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 88 000 words

It is the second book in the
series, so characters from book 1 do show up in it, but the reader doesn’t need to know
their story to read this one.

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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A freak windstorm. A life-
changing accident. An unlikely helping hand.

Blurb

A freak windstorm. A life-changing accident. An unlikely
helping hand.

After years spent suffering under the weight of his father’s
expectations, Max Castillo-Grant is celebrating his shiny new law degree by drinking,
partying, and bed-hopping around Seattle. Max isn’t stupid—he knows the good times never
last—but if the world’s going to bring him low, he might as well enjoy the high.

Six years ago, a broken heart and a deep loss turned Ben
Greer bitter and reclusive. Formerly the life of the party, he quit his job, rejected his friends,
and hid from the world. Now, he spends his days alone, working on occasional custom
carpentry commissions, with only his dog, Judith, for company.

Two severe weather events conspire to leave Ben in need of
a full-time caretaker for his injuries, and Max in need of a respectable job. Despite a rocky
start, Ben is begrudgingly won over by Max’s good humor, and the two form a lasting
connection. But emotional wounds leave deep scars, and both Ben and Max are damaged.
Can they find a way to heal hurts that go far beyond the physical before it’s too late?

The second book in the Living Situations series,
Bedside Manners is a gay romance featuring an age gap, BDSM, and 4-6 terrible puns about
woodworking. If you like steamy situations, hurt/comfort, and grumpy mountain men, then
you’ll love Ella Fenn’s latest novel.

Pick up Bedside
Manners
and let Ben and Max sweep you off
your feet today!

Excerpt

Ben woke to the disconcerting sensation of a tongue
between his toes. He sat up, yanking his foot away, and faced down the wet-mouthed
perpetrator.

Judith sat back on her haunches and grinned, her tongue
lolling from her lips as she stared at him with brown eyes that radiated canine intelligence.
She was smart enough to know how to get Ben out of bed, at any rate.

“Menace,” Ben said, scowling as he scrubbed a hand
through his hair. “Delinquent. I oughta take you back to the pound.”

Judith gave an impatient yap, her shaggy tail thumping
against the hardwood. Ben glanced at the clock and yawned. “All right, all right. I’m coming.”

He rose, ignoring the way his knees popped and his neck
twinged—forty-five was forty-five—then dressed in his standard flannel and jeans then
navigated the maze of boxes that lay between him and the stairs. eBay purchases, mostly,
things he’d intended to refurbish and sell but never quite got around to dealing with.

Judith led the way downstairs to Ben’s well-stocked kitchen,
where he poured a bowl of kibble for her and got coffee brewing for himself before flipping
on the radio.

“We’ve got a windstorm advisory for Seattle. It’s gonna be a
nasty one out there, folks, so if you’re planning on hiking, maybe reconsider,”
the announcer said as she detailed the day’s weather. A quick
glance out the kitchen windows confirmed her words. The tall pines surrounding Ben’s
isolated property were bending under the wind’s assault.

“Guess we’re staying in the shop today,” he said, more to
himself than to Judith, who was still preoccupied with her food.

Not that staying in was a problem—Ben had been doing it
every day for the better part of five years. There was plenty of gas in the generator and food
in the fridge, so even if the wind blew the power down (which it had been known to do on
occasion), he and Jude could stay tucked up and safe for a good long while. Not forever,
but… well,
forever would be the dream, with unlimited supplies appearing as if by magic.

“Come on, little girl,” he said, patting her head. “You wanna
get to work?”

That got her tail wagging, and Ben grinned. He felt the
same way about the workshop, that welcoming cocoon of sawdust and wood awaiting them
across the drive. Originally, it had been a two-car garage with a mother-in-law suite
overhead, but he’d converted the space into his workshop when he bought the place,
putting up a carport between the buildings to link them. The shop was his sanctum
sanctorum, full of tools he’d inherited from his father and some shiny new toys he’d
purchased to make it perfect.

Judith bounded ahead, eager to get to her favorite
place—favorite bed, favorite toys, favorite box of treats—and Ben followed, cupping one
hand over the top of his mug, the scalding splashes barely registering against the worn
calluses he’d built up over the years. No more than half the coffee remained by the time he
made it to the workshop and opened the side door. Judith, true to form, was already curled
up in her bed, the doggy door Ben had installed years before having allowed her ease of
access.

“Shit,” he said, leaning against the heavy wooden door with
a laugh. “That’s some gale, huh, Dorothy?”

Judith didn’t get the joke. Humor was wasted on canines.
Harrumphing, Ben went to his desk, set his coffee between two precarious-looking piles of
papers, and picked up the leatherbound sketchbook he’d need to continue work on his latest
commission of six dining chairs.

Notebook tucked into his back pocket, he went to his wood
rack, selected a sheet of oak, and eased it out. He whistled along with the wind as he
brought the wood to the table saw that dominated the corner nearest the rack. An ancient
relic, the saw had been his father’s, carefully packed and shipped from Montana after the
old man had died a few years prior.

Ben flipped the switch that powered the table then got to
it, carefully cutting the slab of oak down to size. It was rote work, peaceful in its way, and he
lost himself in the rhythm, heedless of the screaming wind outside… until there came a bang
on the roof so loud it made him jump. That was a mistake, since he’d been damn close to the
blade. The torque of the motor kept chewing through the wood, and when it got to Ben’s
forearm, the saw chewed through that too.

About the Author

Ella Fenn is a
romance author best known for telling tawdry tales tinged with a little something
sweet.

Author of the
Living Situations series, Ella wakes at the crack of dawn each day and spends a few hours
tapping at the keyboard before beginning her 9-5 job in marketing and communications.

Using her bachelor’s in
journalism and a master’s in organizational behavior, Ella enjoys diving deep into the unique
traits and tricks that make her characters tick. She believes everyone has a story to tell, and
loves to engage with readers, whether it’s answering questions or discussing the nitty-gritty
of her process.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Everything About You” by Jeanne St. James.

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Book Title: Everything About You: A Second Chance Gay
Romance

Author: Jeanne St.
James

Publisher: Double-J Romance,
Inc.

Cover
Artist/Photographer/Cover Model: Golden Czermak @ FuriousFotog

Release Date: May 7,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Second Chance, Friends to Lovers

Themes: Forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 334 print
pages

It is a standalone
story.

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Blurb

It was your smile.

Your laugh.

The color of your eyes.

The way you looked at me when no one else was
looking.

The way you held me.

The way you kissed me.

It was everything about you I loved.

The flattening of that smile.

The silence of your laughter.

The loss of your lips.

The distance you created.

The way you left.

The way you destroyed it all.

The way you destroyed me.

Destroyed us.

It was everything about you I hated.

Everything about you.

I wanted.

Needed.

Hoped for.

And that day you not only broke my heart.

You f*cking crushed it.

Note: Everything About you is a standalone gay (M/M)
second chance romance.
Please refer to the content note at the
beginning of the book before buying or reading. You can access that page by using Amazon’s
“Look Inside” feature or downloading the free sample. This info can also be found on my
website.
As always, this book doesn’t have a
cliffhanger and an HEA is guaranteed.

Excerpt

I stabbed the up arrow button on the lobby elevator in my
building. My breath quickly returning back to normal and the sweat starting to dry on my
body. I looked forward to washing that sweat and grime from my skin once I got
upstairs.

Maybe even doing more than that under the warm spray of the
shower.

The numbers lit up one after the other as the elevator car
traveled down from the sixth floor.

Ding. Five.

Ding. Four.

Ding. Three.

The buzz and click of the outer lobby door unlocking behind
me had me glancing over my shoulder to see if I needed to hold the elevator for whoever
just entered.

I pulled the sweaty T-shirt from over my shoulder where I had
tossed it, and used it to wipe my face, because clearly I was seeing things. Sweat must have
gotten into my eyes. Or maybe I was lightheaded because I hadn’t eaten anything since
much earlier today.

Or…

Or… I was really seeing who I thought I was.

But that couldn’t be. I had to be imagining it. Imagining
him.

Maybe I was having a stroke or some medical issue and needed
to sit down. It was true that I hadn’t been running outside as much as I should be and it
could be my blood sugar reacting to the intense cardio session.

Or I was simply delusional.

The man who had walked through the front entrance paused in
the vestibule lined with the residents’ mailboxes. He appeared as if he had just rolled out of
bed, even though he wore a suit. It was wrinkled like he’d slept on a park bench.

He couldn’t be homeless since he had the code to the front
entrance and that was changed once a month. That meant he had to be a current resident,
even though I had never spotted him in the building before.

However, not only did he look out of sorts, he was talking to
himself. Just like the homeless man who often slept on a bench in Point State Park. The one
who occasionally bathed in the fountain and also fished out the change thrown in by tourists
and locals alike.

Funny, I never once had my wish come true after throwing a
penny into a fountain, but maybe it worked for other people.

I couldn’t hear what the man was saying because of the second
set of doors separating the vestibule from the lobby, but even with his head tipped down, I
could clearly see his lips moving. He could be wearing earbuds and talking to someone on
his cell phone.

Or he could be having a full-blown conversation with himself as
he dug deep into his pants pocket. Most likely for his mailbox key.

Even after drying the sweat from around my eyes, he still
looked so familiar.

Too familiar.

The elevator dinged as it arrived on the main floor and the
doors whooshed open. Mr. and Mrs. Callahan from the fourth floor stepped out with their
little yappy, ankle-biter Pomeranian, Mr. Pibbles.

I side-stepped to give the older couple room to pass and also
so that little fucker didn’t take a chunk out of my ankle.

Mrs. Callahan’s gaze swept over me and I knew exactly
why.

I was wearing nothing but black silky shorts that, when sweaty,
clung to my assets, along with running sneakers, ankle-high sports socks and a Penn State U
baseball cap.

It also didn’t help that my skin wasn’t a perfect shade of pale
and I sported a wide assortment of tattoos covering my torso and arms.

However, it wasn’t the first time they’d seen me after a run
and, unfortunately for them, it wouldn’t be the last.

Mr. Callahan held the elevator door for me even though it
looked like he was sucking on a lemon while doing so.

They were lovely people.

By lovely, I meant judgmental assholes.

Even so, we needed to coexist since we all lived in the same
building. Instead of flipping him the bird, I gave him a nod and said, “I’m not going up yet,
but thanks,” then took a quick glance over my shoulder again toward the vestibule.

The newest resident must’ve found his key since the metal
door to one of the mailboxes now hung wide open while he rifled through a fistful of
mail.

Shaking his head, he continued to talk to himself. The only time
he glanced up was when the Callahans walked past him with Mr. Pibbles yapping in warning.
Mr. Pibbles didn’t like strangers.

Hell, Mr. Pibbles didn’t like anyone except for the
Callahans. And even that was questionable.

As soon as the couple and their orange yap rat stepped out
onto the sidewalk, the man shut the mailbox and turned…

And the revolving Earth came to a complete and abrupt stop,
as if someone had jerked up the emergency brake.

About the Author

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

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COVER REVEAL: “Jamison” by A.N. Waugh

COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Jamison: A
Maxim Novel

Author: A.N.
Waugh

Cover Artist: Midnight
Designs

Release Date: June 7,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

Trope/s: Friends to lovers, second chance romance, rockstar

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: approx 45 000
words

It is book one in a new series.
It does not
end on a cliffhanger for the couple, but
there are some unresolved conflicts that will reappear later in the series.

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Blurb

Vance
Jamison Black. Lead singer for the band Maxim, and
my first love. He broke my heart to follow his dream. Now, six years after the heartbreak, he
is my job. I’ve worked hard for this internship and to get close to him again, but it doesn’t
take long to realize we can’t be anything more than friends. Not when Maxim is so close to
the success they’ve been chasing all this time.


Jamison
I never knew how much I missed Vance Martin until
I saw him in the last place I expected. He is my heart. Always has been, always will be. I’m his
client, and he’s determined to keep me in the friend zone. A place I refuse to stay. I might
have left my heart behind six years ago, but I won’t let him go again.



Jamison is the first book in the Maxim series. A
MM Rockstar, best friends to lovers, second chance romance with two stubborn main
characters, a too observant, witty and flamboyant interfering coworker, entertaining
bandmates and friends, and a fake girlfriend who has forgotten her love isn’t
real.

Excerpt

“Your music has garnered you a growing fan club, and I think
you’re on the verge of hitting it big.” Lance Macallister, owner of Twisted Records, always
starts these meetings the same: compliments on our music—because let’s face it, we’re
good—followed by a reprimand for our behavior. Or, more accurately, Alex’s behavior.

“But?” I ask, prompting the reaming we’re all here for.

“But,”—he meets each of our stares—“we have to do
something about the band’s image if you want to go any further in your careers. Ronnie
spotted your talent that night six years ago, but talent only gets you so far.”

Ronnie offers me a polite smile. The man has been our
manager since we won a battle of the bands contest in some hole in the wall bar, but he
lacks any of the aggressiveness needed to keep a band of young twenty-somethings in line.
Especially as he’s not that much older than us.

“What do you need us to do? I thought me dating Marcy was
enough to eclipse any bad publicity coming our way.” The last time our lead guitarist,
Alexander Gregory, pulled a stunt that got us called into this conference room, he’d trashed
a hotel room and punched a bellhop. Macallister’s solution was to throw the popular up-
and-coming actress, Marcy Dixon, at me. By redirecting the attention to my relationship with
the popular starlet—no matter how fake it is—Macallister had kept Alex’s destructive
behavior from the press. I’d do anything for Maxim, and it’s not as though pretending to
date Marcy is a hardship. She’s gorgeous, and the sex is good. Our relationship may be fake,
but I’m still a man with needs. Marcy understands that it’s all for show with a little fun on
the side to ease the tension once in a while.

“It is. For now. But you’re gaining in popularity with your new
single, ‘For Tonight’. It won’t be long until your faces are all over the entertainment rags. And
when that happens, they’ll show the bad alongside the good.” Jude Thomas, Macallister’s
friend and business partner, glares at us like the heathens he likely considers us. The man
hasn’t had a smile for us since we met. Ronnie assures me he likes us, but that’s hard to
believe when all he does is look down his nose at us and glare before rushing from the room
after each meeting.

“Jude is right. We need to keep ahead of any potential
disasters,” Macallister says. Meaning we needed to get Alex to fall in line before we lose the
label any money. “I’ve hired a PR team specifically for Maxim. They’ll be here in two days for
introductions before you leave for tour.”

“Tour?” Anderson—Anders—Cartwright, our keyboardist,
asks.

“Yes. You’ll be opening for Tainted as they tour the country. I’ve
also taken the liberty of hiring a stylist. He’ll be heading on tour with you and the PR
team.”

I look at my bandmates to gauge their reactions to the news.
Alex looks pissed. What else is new? Anders looks indifferent, ready to go with the flow of
whatever we decide to do. Thierry Lachlan, Maxim’s drummer, and Rierdan Hughes, bassist,
are both looking to me, concern for the band’s future clear on their faces.

“I’m sorry, okay.” Alex grits out the words between clenched
teeth.

“You’re always sorry, Mr. Gregory,” Jude throws back at him, his
tone clearly saying he doesn’t believe Alex deserves another chance.

“Which is why you will be required to attend anger
management sessions. Since we can’t postpone the tour, they will be held virtually and to
ensure you follow through, we have assigned a member of the PR team to attend alongside
you.” Macallister gathers the papers sitting on the table in front of him. “I’ll see you in two
days, gentlemen. Try not to get into any trouble before then.”

Jude hightails it from the conference room while McAllister
and Ronnie leisurely take their leave. No one says a word until the door closes behind
them.

“Fuck! Alex, you need to tame whatever the hell issues you
have.” Thierry shoves a hand into his dark blond mane, gripping the roots and dislodging the
hair tie holding his bun in place.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but Thierry’s right. If
you don’t get yourself under control, Maxim will suffer for it.” Even Anders, the usually
carefree, go with the flow guy, is noticeably frustrated with our guitarist.

“I think this anger management Macallister has planned will be
good for you, Alex,” I tell him, and I mean it. He’s always been the angriest of our group, but
the past few years have seen him move into a wave of hostility I can only describe as self-
hatred.

Alex grunts his disapproval but doesn’t argue. He wants Maxim
to be successful as much as the rest of us. After six years, we’re finally getting a chance to
prove we’re worthy of all Twisted Records has put in to get us here.

Rierdan slams his palm down on the table, jerking my attention
to the smile stretching his face. “We’re going on tour. Maxim is going to be headlining for
fucking Tainted!”

About the Author

A.N. Waugh is an author of MM/MMM+ romances, a
pansexual mess, and a firm believer that love is love.

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AUDIOBOOK TOUR: “Relevant Law” by Janice Jarrell

AUDIOBOOK TOUR

Book Title: Relevant Law

Author: Janice
Jarrell

Publisher: Amazon
KDP

Narrator: Walker
Williams

Release Date: April 13,
2022

Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 10 hours and 3
minutes

It is not a standalone story. It
is part two of The Fearless Heart series.

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

The Fearless Heart series comes after the Revolutionary
Heart
series.

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Sometimes love is defined
by fear.

Blurb

Colin and Joshua’s love had seen them through every trial.
Every step taken together had strengthened their faith in each other. Every problem solved,
every obstacle overcome, had deepened their commitment to the life they shared. Colin had
passed the bar and was now an Attorney-at-law. Joshua had added a second PHD to his
resume. The future looked bright.


What could possibly go wrong?

And then:
Three students are abducted from the University of
Virginia campus and Colin’s position as an Assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney puts him at
the center of the investigation.


The abusive and volatile husband of one of Joshua’s
patients threatens his life.


Entangled in both these life-threatening situations,
Colin struggles to protect both the university he loves and the man he adores.


Warning: This novel discusses sensitive material
which may be distressing to some readers. Relevant Law explores themes of domestic abuse,
physical violence, abduction, and non-graphic sexual assault.

About the Author

My name is Janice Jarrell. I
am a retired grandmother who lives in Seattle, WA. I have two children and three
grandsons. I’ve been writing gay romance since I was twelve years old, only back then it
wasn’t
called ‘gay romance’. In fact, it had no name at all. It was the fifty’s, and it was
worth your life to admit to being gay, let alone confess to being a girl who constantly
fantasized about relationships between gay men. Hell, I didn’t even know what a
homosexual
was. I lived on a farm out in the sticks in a tiny Michigan village and I’d never, to my
knowledge, even heard the word. I just knew I loved the thought of boy-on-boy romance. I
just
knew that there was something hot going on between Tom
Corbett and his Space Cadets and all those guys on ‘Combat’.

I wrote slash fanfiction for 30
years, writing over 337 stories, some as short as 100 words (a drabble), some as long as a
series which was over 119,012 words. I enjoy writing my stories. I enjoyed the feedback I
received from my readers. It was a creative release I’d been searching for my entire life and I
blessed the Internet for leading me to this artistic oasis for my spirit.

Love’s Magic was my very first
step into writing my
own characters. I will always be grateful to the slash fanfiction
community for nurturing the budding author until she was ready to blossom into a fully
realized novelist. It’s been an amazing thing to watch the gay community’s growth over
these past twenty years. My own journey has echoed theirs in many ways, and I’m grateful
to all those gay activists who fought to give the gay community the rights and privileges they
always deserved. Love’s Trials, Love’s Glory, and Love’s Lawyer were the second and third,
and forth books in the series and all four books are available in audio format on
Audible.

I’m also grateful to the gay
romance community, readers, authors, publishers and promoters, who are making these, my
retirement years, the most creative ones of my life. When I’m not writing, I’m traveling,
walking, hiking, knitting, crocheting, and weaving.

I’m very excited about the
upcoming release of my fifth contemporary gay romance novel, Relevant Law. Those of you
who fell in love with Joshua and Colin in the four previous books in this series are in for a bit
of angst in this latest episode. A dark and sinister cloud hangs over the University of Virginia
after three students are abducted, raped and beaten. Colin works with both campus and city
police to catch the perpetrator, but his hard work and effort proves futile when Joshua turns
up missing!

Despite their struggles there
are still many passionate, loving moments and the friends they treasure will be there to help
them find their way.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Ambiguous” by Leslie McAdam” by Leslie McAdam.

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Book Title:
Ambiguous

Author and Publisher: Leslie
McAdam

Cover Artist: Black Jazz
Designs

Release Date: April 13,
2022

Genre: Contemporary m/m
romance

Tropes: Rock star, forbidden
love, opposites attract, lawyer/politics, fake relationship (with a twist)

Themes: Coming out, being
true to yourself

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 75 000
words

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

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Blurb

Love is for other people, not for me.

At least that’s what I believed, until I met him.

Julian Hill.

The most famous rock star on the planet. A music god with
untidy hair and the voice of an angel.

I’ll never be anything but out, and he has very good reasons
to stay in the closet.

After all, every move he makes is dissected, critiqued, and
posted on social media, so he just wants a little privacy.

I understand that. Truly.

But no one makes me feel the way he does, and I’m pretty
sure he has feelings for me as well.

Which is inconvenient since his record label hired me to sue
him.

I should’ve sorted things out before I kissed him.

Oops.

Ambiguous is a forbidden mm rock star romance about a
fashion-forward singer who hates labels of all kinds (except for clothing), a dapper attorney
who already has a (fake) boyfriend for a very good reason, and the possibility of love saving
the day.

Excerpt

Julian takes my breath away. While I’ve met plenty of
celebrities, with him I feel this hit to my solar plexus. I freeze, because he’s so hot it’s too
much to process.

Dark, perfectly mussed hair. Dark brown eyes. Tan
skin.

His black pants are painted on, highlighting his lanky form.
He’s wearing heeled black boots with chains on them and a loose, lacy, unbuttoned blouse
and piles of long pearl necklaces. Rings on every finger click as he fidgets. His Adam’s apple
moves as he drinks from a bottle of water.

He started with a boy band a decade ago. And, while I listen
to plenty of pop music, I’ve intentionally ignored him just to piss Emily off. I’m mature like
that sometimes. I’m not sure why I even started that—she and I love a lot of the same music
and go to concerts together whenever we can, but at some point I decided he was just too
cheesy, and then it became a
thing. Julian is now on his own, the only
one from his original group to have a successful solo career.

Of course I’ve heard his music. I’m generally aware of him,
because I live in a condo in America and not under a rock cut off from communication with
the outside world.

I’ve just never put his songs on voluntarily. Now I wish I
knew more about him.

The table’s been set up for the meeting with bottles of
fancy water and carafes of coffee. Readying himself for introductions, Julian sets down his
water and stands up.

I walk over to shake his hand, and it’s like it happens in slow
motion. One second I’m standing, and the next my toe hooks on a chair leg and I go flying.
My flailing wrist manages to knock his open bottle of water from the table, and I take him
down to the floor in one fell swoop, splashing water all over him as I go.

He lands on the industrial carpet with an “Oomph,” and I
end up sprawled on top of him.

Heat singes my cheeks. Oh shit, oh shit. I won’t blame
him if he pulls a diva fit after I ruined his clothes. They’re next season’s Gucci.

I start mentally updating my résumé.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, fumbling up to the table to grab a
stack of paper napkins from the coffee service while struggling to get off of him as fast as I
can.

Julian frowns, and then he jackknifes up to a sitting
position, forcing a laugh. His now-wet shirt leaves little to the imagination, revealing the
shapes of tattoos scattered all over his chiseled torso. I kneel at his feet and start wiping his
pants, only to realize that, yeah, I’m trying to dry off the crotch of a Grammy-nominated
recording artist.

“Oh my god,” I repeat. “I’m so sorry.”

I can’t stop dabbing at his crotch.

With a white napkin.

That’s leaving shreds of wet lint.

On his dark designer pants.

I’m making it so
much worse—
and my reaction to him is getting
worse, too. Partly because there’s a bulge underneath that zipper, and it’s not small. Like,
not
at all small. Partly because he smells amazing—like maybe rum and vanilla—which makes
my body hum and my cock wake up.

Even though I don’t live my life as a train wreck, apparently
it can get derailed in one second flat.

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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RELEASE BLITZ: “Plaything” by Colette Davison. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Plaything
(My Kinky Housemate Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Covers by
Jo

Model: Ross Mark
Green

Release Date: April 12, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Housemates to lovers, one-night-stand to lovers,
BDSM

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 75 000
words

It can be read as a standalone
story, but would be better read after Sugar Bunny (My Kinky Housemate Book
1)
.

The story does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Can being Beau’s
housemate and plaything, transform into forever love?

Blurb

A one-night stand with my housemate wasn’t the best idea,
but that doesn’t stop me from wanting seconds.

Beau is unexpectedly everything I want. He respects me
and accepts me the way I am. He takes charge but relinquishes control to me when I feel the
need.

Nothing’s ever simple. He might be the Mister Right I didn’t
know I was looking for, but he has family issues and we’ve agreed to keep our fling secret
from our housemates.

Will he ever want me to be more than his secret
plaything?

Plaything is an
mm D/s romance. It includes sexy role-play, cross-dressing, spanking, breath play, and a
small amount of hurt/comfort. It’s the second book in the
My Kinky Housemate Series and, while it can be enjoyed as a standalone, you’ll find out more about the
housemates in book one,
Sugar Bunny.

Trigger warning: mentions of drug addiction.

Excerpt

Joey peers at Beau. “I’m not sure Fraser would like you if you were boring.”

Beau grins. “Well, maybe I’m not that boring, then.”

“Do you get on with your twin?”

“Enough to live with him,” I say.

“Yes,” Beau replies. “We’re very close.”

“It must be nice to have a brother or sister,” Joey says wistfully. “It’s just Mum and me.” He
rubs his arms.

“You’ve got Fraser,” Beau points out.

Joey grins at me. “Yeah, I do. He’s amazing.”

My cheeks heat up.

“I know I can rely on Fraser. I can tell him anything. I wish he were my real big brother
sometimes.”

“I’m the next best thing,” I say, ruffling his hair. “And I’m not going anywhere, okay? You will
always be able to count on me.”

Joey hugs me. “Thank you.” The words are muffled as he’s talking into my chest. “Can Fraser
count on you?” he asks Beau.

“Yes.”

Joey purses his lips. “Can I talk to you?” he asks, staring at Beau. “Alone.”

Beau looks at me.

I hold my hands up. “It’s okay with me. I’ll be over here.” I point towards the octopus tank.
I’ll be out of earshot, but I’ll be able to keep my eyes on them both.

It’s not that I don’t trust Beau, but Joey is my responsibility. I stroll away and then turn and
watch them, arms folded. They’re having a serious conversation. Beau is doing lots of
nodding, and Joey is pointing at him in a way that might have been menacing if he wasn’t
such a cute kid. Then Beau puts his hand on his heart and says something with a solemn
expression on his face. That done, Joey waves me back over.

“What was all that about?” I ask.

“Our secret,” Joey says.

Beau puts his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear, “I’ll tell you later.”

I give him a knowing look. I’m pretty sure my little brother just gave my boyfriend the ‘dad’
talk.

About the Author

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

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RELEASE BLITZ: “My Iron Knight” by SJ Coles.

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Book Title: My Iron Knight (An Enemy Territory Story)

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: April 12,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Biker Romance,
Action/Suspense/Drama

Tropes: Forbidden love, Enemies to Lovers, Small Town
Romance

Themes: Redemption

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 32 900 words/ 137
pages

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

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Dash Cassidy loves his
town even more than his bike, but his priorities have a violent shift in gear when an
irresistible Russian hitman comes along.

Blurb

Darius ‘Dash’ Cassidy has ended up president of the small
town of Salvation’s Iron Knights motorcycle gang, almost by accident. His sister, Zara, is the
more business-savvy and ambitious of the two, but their father—the infamous Butch
Cassidy—was far from politically correct, so Dash was left in charge.

Up to now, Dash has been more than happy to muscle his
way through life as his father did before him, even if he is starting to suspect that something
might be missing.

But now there’s a new player in town. Iris Damaro has
plans to make Salvation the center of her international smuggling operation. Dash isn’t
going to sit still while Damaro steamrolls through his town, but when the crime boss sends
her alluring Russian number two, Nikita Vasiliev, to do her negotiating, Dash realizes he may
be in over his head.

Can Dash figure out where his priorities lie before his
town—or his heart—is lost forever?

Excerpt

The doorbell jangled and in stepped Nikita Vasiliev.

He was perfect, not a speck of dust or gleam of sweat on
him. He wore a tight black T-shirt and jeans, which did very little to stop Dash from picturing
what might lay underneath. His bare arms were surprisingly toned, the muscles sliding
under his pale skin as he moved. His smile was thin and his eyes, like white-hot needles,
drove right into Dash’s belly. His suited shadows followed, their expressions hidden by
sunglasses.

“I told her the same thing I told you,” Vasiliev said
smoothly. “I told her to think about it.”

Dash stood, his hand on his gun. Furniture scraped as the
diners stood and looked vainly at the exit, now blocked by the suited goons.

“No, please,” Vasiliev said as he came forward, sinuous as a
snake, his fine-boned hands held out, palms up. “Do not let us interrupt your meals.” The
diners slowly lowered themselves back to their seats, and the Russian turned his smile on

Dash. “Mr. Cassidy, let’s not ruin these fine people’s mornings.”

“What do you want, Vasiliev?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Your pronunciation is improving.
Did you look it up on YouTube?”

“Gentlemen,” Rosie barked, “this here may be an old-
fashioned business, but it’s still my business. Either you order something or take your
business elsewhere.”

“I’d say that’s fair,” the Russian said, perusing the menu on
the wall. “My associates will take a coffee. I believe I would very much like to try
your…blueberry pancakes?”

“Comin’ up,” she said, nodding reassuringly at Big Bill
through the hatch, as his face had grown stormy. “Cassidy?” she said, tilting her chin. “I
don’t care who your daddy were. My place, my rules.”

“Refill,” he said without moving.

A wider smile spread over Vasiliev’s sculpted mouth. He
drifted past Dash to a booth against the wall. “Shall we act like civilized adults?”

Dash glanced at the heavies as they took stools at the end
of the counter, between him and the door, and sat.

Vasiliev lowered himself into the seat opposite,
interweaving his long fingers on the scarred Formica tabletop. Dash realized for the first
time that his fingers were slightly crooked, the skin webbed with scars as fine as silver
thread.

Rosie slapped a plate of pancakes and a syrup jug on the
table. She set a fresh coffee in front of Dash with a hard look then hastened back behind the
counter.

“What are you doing here?” Dash asked in a low voice.

“Quite incredible,” Vasiliev said, pouring syrup on the
pancakes. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“You don’t scare me, Vasiliev.”

“Don’t I?” He met Dash’s eyes as he lifted a forkful of
pancake to his mouth. He chewed, scowled then pushed the plate away. “Bliaha. How can
you have something so sweet for breakfast? May I?” Before Dash could speak, Vasiliev had
sipped from Dash’s mug, his blue eyes boring into his over the rim. “Ah,” he said, lowering

the cup. “Seems America does get some things right.”

“What do you want with Rosie?” Dash said, fighting to keep
his voice under control.

“I came to see if she had had any further thoughts on our
proposal,” Vasiliev said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “But I’m guessing her position is
as yet unchanged. No matter. She has thirteen more days…just like you.”

“What happens then?”

“That’s our business.”

Dash leaned forward on his elbows. “Your boss may be
used to getting what she wants, but she won’t get what she wants from us.”

“Then she’ll kill you all.”

“I’d like to see her try.”

About the Author

S.J. Coles is a Romance writer originally from Shropshire, UK.
She has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to read them. Her biggest
passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.

She finds writing
LGBT/paranormal romance provides many unique and fulfilling opportunities to explore
many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation,
emotion and sexuality.

Among her biggest influences
are LGBT Romance authors K J Charles and Josh Lanyon and Vampire Chronicles author Anne
Rice.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Never Have I Evan” by DJ Jamison. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included

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Book Title: Never Have I
Evan

Author: DJ
Jamison

Cover Artist: Cate
Ashwood

Release Date: April 7,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Tropes:
Experienced/inexperienced, jock/geek, bi-awakening, virgin, small town

Themes: Pursuing your
dreams, building a new future, moving on from your past.

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: approx. 95 000
words

It’s book 1 of the
Games We Play series.
There’s a
prequel available through the Your Book Boyfriend’s Boyfriend giveaway on Prolific Works

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger. It’s a HEA!

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Never Have I Ev… Wait, what was the question again?

What happens when an ill-advised party game makes it
obvious I’ve still got my V-card?

Embarrassment. A lot of embarrassment.

Especially when the sexy, older guy at the party who
witnessed the whole thing turns out to be someone I have to see every week. Not to
mention my best friend’s cousin.

He’s not only straight, but way out of my league.

It’s going to be so awkward for both of us.

Or awesome…if his protective nature and flirty attempts to
teach me how to date lead to the kind of tutoring that lives in my fantasies. But how likely is
that to happen? I’m not known as the sweet, naive one among my friends for
nothing.

I’m probably imagining those looks he throws my way.
Probably projecting my own want onto his expression.

But…what if I’m not?

Never Have I Evan features an inexperienced, shy tech
geek, an assistant football coach who oozes confidence, a town full of quirky, nosy residents,
and sexual awakening and discovery themes!

Excerpt

“Linc was moving fast. His hands were all over you.”

I flushed, remembering the uncomfortable feeling of Linc pressing close. I’d ordered myself
to relax, to try to enjoy the attention.

“Isn’t finding a guy who actually wants to be close to me the point?” I said before I could
properly filter my thoughts. The words came out strangely accusatory.

Dawson didn’t flinch from my words though. He grew even more intense. “No. The idea was
for you to flirt a little and get comfortable with seeing yourself as someone worthy of
attention.”

“Okay…”

“You are, Ev. You deserve someone who will appreciate everything about you,
from your intelligence to your sweet blushes. Not just your…”

“What?”

His voice came out in a whisper. “Your amazing ass.”

My face heated as I laughed. “What?”

Dawson took a second to gather his thoughts. “I kind of pushed you into this, when you
think about it. I didn’t mean to, but… All that teasing about learning to flirt, and me playing
wingman. Maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

He spoke slowly, the words seemingly pulled from somewhere deep inside. “Maybe I was
too invested in your sex life.”

My heart skipped. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

“Why would you be?”

“I don’t know.” He hesitated, then added, “Say the word and we can leave this idea behind.
You don’t need to lose your virginity. Who cares as long as you’re happy? If or
when you want sex, it’ll happen.”

“But I do want sex!”

I clapped my hand over my mouth, realizing my voice had risen.

Dawson raised an eyebrow. “With Linc?”

I dropped my hand, sighing. “Not really.”

He nodded. “What about with me?”

My breath caught. I stared at him, unable to speak, my brain stuck on his words, sure I’d
misheard him. “Sorry?”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

I licked my lips, suddenly nervous. “Why would you ask me that? You’re not…into men.”

“Not normally,” he said. “But the thing is, I can’t stop thinking about what happened the
other night.”

“Your body reacted to stimulus, that’s all. It was embarrassing and awkward, but—”

“It wasn’t just that. I mean, thanks for giving me an easy out, but no. I keep thinking about
you, specifically. You and me, and…all the things I could show you.”

Heat washed through me. For once, it wasn’t embarrassment, but something headier. Did
Dawson want me?

“I must be dreaming,” I murmured.

“I don’t want there to be any confusion,” he said. “I’ve never been into guys before, and I
don’t know why this is different. My last relationship ended horribly, and I’m not sure I can
ever date again, can ever have someone trust and rely on me that way. But, uh, we
could…explore things. Together.”

“Sex things?” I said, needing to clarify.

Despite the tense tone of the conversation up to this point, Dawson suddenly smiled at me.
There was a predatory gleam in his eye. “Yeah, Ev. Sex things.”

I expelled a big breath, my head spinning. It was a lot to process. I’d been so certain Dawson
was entirely out of reach—especially after Bonergate. But instead of freaking over his
reaction and trying to stay away from me, he wanted to pull me closer. To explore his
sexuality with me.

It was probably a terrible idea, right? What if he ended up hating it? What if I fell in love
with him while it was just sexual release to him?

But as Dawson Woods, the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in real life, offered himself to
me, I knew I’d never say no. Dawson checked all my boxes. Even if it was only physical, it
would be incredible to experience it with him. And unlike Linc, or any of those guys on apps,
I knew him. I trusted him.

“Okay,” I said, knowing I might never get a chance like this again. “Yeah.”

If there was emotional fallout, I’d deal with it later.

“Yeah?”

Some sense of preservation made me say, “But you’ve got to kiss me first. I’ve never been
properly kissed, and—”

I want to be sure you’re not turned off by it.

Dawson’s mouth came down on mine before I could finish my sentence.

About the Author

DJ Jamison writes romances
about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay
to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those
influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems:
money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent
more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write
fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow
authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a
sadistic cat named Birdie.

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