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Book Title: Irish Charm (Flying into Love #3)

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
(KAM Design)

Release Date: November 28,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Opposites Attract

Themes: Second Chance, Forced Proximity

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 64 250 words/260
pages

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

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Can a bit of Irish charm rescue an injured soldier from his
wrenching heartache?

Blurb

Injured ex-soldier, Kane Taylor, has lost everything—the job
he loves, the use of his trigger hand, and the love of his life. Moving to remote Donegal in
Ireland to fix those lost links with his deceased partner’s ancestors is the only thing keeping

his memories alive.

Publican Declan McCafferty has everything—a job
he loves, a community he adores and a revolving door of lovers. But when he sets eyes on
the new sexy, brooding regular customer at his pub staring solemnly into his Guinness night
after night, Declan realises he needs one more thing—him.

Kane isn’t ready to give himself to another man,
but the charismatic and charming publican is hard to resist. Can a fling be such a bad
thing?
It is when Declan discovers Kane is the only man in
his life he’s not willing to let go.

Irish Charm (Flying into Love #3) is a
contemporary hurt/comfort, opposites attract, second chance MM romance featuring an ex-
military alpha male recovering from heartache and a cheeky Irish publican allergic to
commitment.

Excerpt

“What you grinning for?” Ciara was at his office door, nose
scrunched.

Declan composed the returning message, then clicked off
the phone and dropped it on his desk.

“You’ll get an extra hundred in your pay this month. Euan
coughed up.”

“You got that tight arse to pay? How did you do
that?”

“My obvious charm.”

“Did you deny him his drink?”

“Aye.”

Ciara snorted.

“You’re still okay to stay until closing tonight? Paddy’ll be
with you, so you won’t be alone to lock up.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

Ciara’s dubious grin had Declan’s brow furrowing. “You
might reconsider that.”

Declan stood, smoothing down his shirt. “Doubt that.” He
did. He needed to get laid. However it came. “Does this shirt make me look—”

“Old?”

“Publican?”

“Aye.”

“Oh.”

“Cause y’are.”

“I know, but sometimes I like to hide that fact.” He
unbuttoned the shirt, ruffling it out from his jeans and flapped it off his arms.

“What vocation you going for?”

“Model? Actor? Front man of a boy band.”

Ciara cracked out a laugh. “Only way you’ll pass for that is if
you serve the bloke your lock, stock and barrels, getting him so bollocksed he can’t see.”

“You’re good for the soul, y’know, Ciara.”

Ciara curtseyed. “You’re welcome. You still won’t go out
though.”

Declan shot a confused look over his shoulder as he
rummaged around in his office wardrobe. He kept spare clothes down here for those times
he needed a quick change rather than having to venture up three flights of stairs. Mostly it
was shirts for when he’d been drenched with beer. Or the occasional jacket for when he had
the brewers in. Or a jumper for when he needed to head into the cellar at night. But, right at
the back, were a few go-tos for last minute dates. He yanked a T-shirt off a hanger and
checked it over. Least it didn’t spell middle-aged owner of a centuries-old pub. It was tight.
Might as well be a base layer. Perhaps it was. He wriggled into it. Thank Mary he still had a
decent body. He turned to Ciara and smoothed down the creases, tucking the tee into his
waistband.

“This?”

“Aye, you could pass for one of the fellas from Boyzone. The
oldest one.”

“Grand.” Declan ruffled his curls.

“You still won’t go out though.”

“Why not?”

Ciara smirked, then angled her head for Declan to follow
her. He tutted. If it was Jacob, he’d call the Garda. Or his daughter. He’d put the fella in a
home himself. Because nothing was going to prevent him getting laid tonight. He needed rid
of the loitering scent of Rowan, and to work off the lingering fantasy of a certain army
captain.

Ciara led Declan from his back office, through the inn’s
reception and into the main bar. Irish folk played on a loop for the few customers chatting
into their drinks and finishing off the special of steak and ale pie with greens. Ciara stopped,
folded her arms and nodded toward one of the tables.

Declan regretted his choice of top as it restricted his lungs
expanding.

In an exact recreation of the previous night, Captain Kane
Taylor stared forlornly into a pint of Guinness. Declan doubted a single drop had passed his
lips and it wouldn’t be anything to do with how Shane had poured it. A shadow of a
man—hunched and childlike—there was too much and nothing at all going on behind sad
eyes. Declan’s desire to go to him wrenched hard. Harder than his need to release his pent-
up load into a stranger.

Ignoring Ciara’s triumphant “told ye so”, he went to him
and slipped into the seat opposite.

“Howaya?”

Kane met his gaze, eyes dreary and empty yet filled with
need. With hope. With longing. He dug deep into his jeans pocket, fished out a coin and slid
it across the table.

Declan tilted his head. “Don’t usually accept British
currency. I’ll make an exception for you though.” He picked up the two pound coin and
tossed it into the air, catching it in his fist. “You want change, it’ll have to be in cents.”

“No need for change. I have a lot of thoughts to pay
for.”

Declan’s lips curved into a benevolent smile. Ciara had been
right. With thoughts of nothing but this man, Declan wasn’t going anywhere.

“Bottle of Jameson’s, Ciara,” he called over to the bar. “Two
glasses.” He then wrapped his hand around Kane’s pint and dragged it toward him. “I take it
you’re not going to drink this?”

“No. As much as I want to.”

“I hope, one day, that I can drink it.”

“That day not today?”

“That day isn’t today.”

Declan held up the glass in salute. “Then I’ll take one for
your team.” He drank the lot, dumping the empty onto the beer mat, and wiped the froth
from his lips. “Can’t waste the best poured pint outside Dublin.”

About the Author

Brought up in a relatively
small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do
and fail—leave.

Studying at a West London
university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much
like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly search for
the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with
chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where
the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead
of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down
coffee.

Eventually she moved West to
East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit
of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a
life, a home and a family.

After her second son was
born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and it brought pen back to and paper
after having written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the
world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, C F White can’t stop.

So strap in, it’s going to be a
bumpy ride.

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Book Title: Awakened
Desires (My Kinky Housemate Book 5)

Author and Publisher: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Designs by
Jo

Release Date: November 23, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: friends to lovers, slow burn, first-time dad, bi-sexual awakening,
kink

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 78 000
words

It can be read as a
standalone, but is better read as part of the My
Kinky Housemate series.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Will reconnecting with
my childhood best friend awaken desires?

Blurb

Seventeen years ago, my life fell apart. By attempting to
protect me, my best friend, Rory, accidentally tore us apart. After being in a dark place, I’m
getting my life back on track.

A surprising summons to London threatens to throw my life
into disarray once more. It’s probably the worst time to reach out to Rory, yet rekindling our
friendship could lead to something new. Something stronger.

Rory and his kinky housemates welcome me and open my
eyes to things I never thought I’d be interested in. When my life gets more complicated, Rory
is there to help. The closer we get, the more I realise I want more than friendship. Will past
trauma stop me from having what—or who—I want now?

Awakened Desires is a friends-to-lovers, slow-burn romance with a first-time dad, a bi-sexual awakening,
several first experiences, some hurt/comfort, and sensory play. It’s the fifth book in the
My Kinky Housemate series. While it can be read as a standalone, it’s better to read it as
part of the series.

Trigger warning: One of the main characters is an
alcoholic who has been sober for some time and was a victim of abuse in their
youth.

Excerpt

“Rory.”

He freezes.

“Would you sit?”

He nods slowly and then sits. I can see the tension in his
shoulders and jaws.

“I think we need to talk, don’t you?”

Rory stares past me, his expression unreadable.

“Clear the air,” I say. “Get everything we couldn’t say as kids off
our chests.”

He finally makes eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Betraying your trust. Telling your secret to the Garda. I
just“—he clenches his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, and shakes his head—“I couldn’t let
him keep hurting you.”

“I know. I’m not angry about that, Rory. I’ve never been angry
about what you did.”

“You left without a word. You never called or wrote. I
thought—”

“Mam and Dad convinced me I needed to put everything
behind me. They thought it was the only way I’d heal.” I let out a bitter laugh. “If only. But
that’s in the past now. It’s all in the past. Things are better. I’m okay.” I reach across the table
and squeeze his hand. “You shouldn’t feel guilty for what you did.” I manage to smile. “I
hope you left some deep gouges in that bastard’s car when you keyed it.”

“Three.” Rory’s smile is watery. “They were deep and
long.”

“Good.” I take my hand away from his. “This is weird.”

He nods. “Are you really okay, Cal?”

God. It’s been so long since anyone has called me that. It was
always Rory’s nickname for me. It was what he called me before he could say my name
properly, and then it stuck. I’ve never asked or wanted anyone else to call me Cal. A knot of
emotion makes it hard to breathe. I clear my throat to dislodge it so I can answer his
question.

“I am now. It took a long time.”

About the Author

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

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Book Title: David’s Disaster – Embrace the Fear 2 (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022)

Author and Publisher: TL
Travis

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: November 11,
2022

Genre: MM Rockstar romance

Tropes: Daddy

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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

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Blurb

For David Jordan life was close to
perfect.

His band, Embrace the Fear,
were living the rock ‘n roll dream as an up-and-coming band under Masterson Management.
They weren’t rolling in the dough like the guys from Social and Maiden were, but things
were good.

Outside of his love life that
was.

David wasn’t a player, unless you
count video games. He grew up in a middle-class family. Both his parents worked and were
supportive of him in every way. To this day they were still head over heels in love with each

other.

The one thing missing from
David’s life was the same kind of connection his parents had.

But David’s needs were a bit
unorthodox and not always welcome with guys closer to his age. Would an older man look
past the number and trust David to take care of them—body and soul?

Jordan Wright has a thriving
business thanks to being awarded the contract to manage the catering for Rocktoberfest for
a second year.

He’s thrilled to be back at the
venue again—maybe this is the year something special will happen, although he’s not
counting on it.

Since Jordan’s last failed attempt
at a relationship, he’s sworn only to engage in meaningless hook-ups.

But Jordan longs for a daddy of
his own.

Will he ever be able to open his
mind, and his heart, again? Enough to trust another man, not only with his body, but to
catch him when he falls.

David’s Disaster is part of the multi-author The Road to
Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a standalone. Hot rockstars and the
men who love them, what more could you ask for?

Excerpt

“Guinness in a bottle if you’ve got it?” I didn’t
want to risk someone trying to roofie me, not that I wasn’t down for almost anything though
I preferred to have my wits about me when it came time to perform. Sammie dug one out of
the freezer, popped the top, and slid it my way. “Place is packed for a Sunday night.”

“Yeah, Joe’s got the dancers working
Sundays now. They come in at nine,” Sammie said, wiping the counter between customers.
Joe was Sammie’s partner, and they owned the club. Sammie managed the food and
beverage staff while Joe oversaw operations, including the entertainment. Some of those
boys’ moves should be illegal. “Looks like your entourage is here,” Sammie nodded toward
the door. Following his line of sight, two very angry bodyguards shot daggers at me. “Here,”
Sammie handed me a pass, “take this up to the mezzanine.”

I grabbed the red disc, “Thanks.” Just as I
turned, two muscular hands gripped my forearms like vices.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sikes
asked.

Flashing the red card, I announced, “To the
mezzanine, kind sir!” in the most terrible British accent I could’ve done. Accents clearly are
not my forte. Sikes and Snipe groaned in unison but relinquished their grips. Sikes walked in
front of me while Snipe held up the rear. Hehe, rear. If I made that joke to them, they’d likely
knock me on my ass.

The bouncer manning the upper VIP level, or
the mezzanine as Sammie had called it, nodded, snagged the card, then grunted. What was
it with these overgrown protectors and grunting? I’m waiting for one of them to grab a rock
and start drawing caveman-style all over the walls. How do they even understand each
other?

It was much easier to breathe up here with a
lesser body count though the music and vibrations still flowed. The view was fantastic,
staring down at every sweaty, writhing body on the dance floor. This was front-row seating
when the dancers hit the stage. “Would you like another drink, sir?” I turned to face the
flirty voice, and there stood a five-foot-nothing cutie chewing his bottom lip and eyeing me
like a lollipop. “Hello gorgeous, I’ll have one more, please.” He turned and winked over his
shoulder, swinging those hips like the moneymakers they were. He knew the value of
his…asset.

Maybe a dark, secluded storage room
cocktail server ass was in the cards for me tonight.

Leaning over the iron mezzanine railing, lost
in thoughts of the firm ass beneath the shiny black boy shorts fetching my drink, I scanned
the overcrowded dance floor. Memories of once being able to be a part of it that seemed
like so long ago when it really wasn’t. Our lives changed overnight by winning that Battle of
the Bands competition. Did I miss not being a part of our old scene? Meh, not so much. The
view from up here was much better, like having your pick of the crop. Lower level was all
sweaty, grinding bodies. Most of the time, you couldn’t see past the face in front of you. No,
I think I liked my odds from this angle much…

Better?

No, it isn’t.

“What the actual fuck?” I said loud enough
for Sikes and Snipes to hear. Instantly, each large body took its place at my sides. There was
no stopping this primal, animalistic need to seek and destroy. Alarms inside my brain
actived, yet I couldn’t stop myself.

“Where’s the threat?” Sikes asked. Both sets
of eyes scanned the floor for trouble.

Down the stairs I went, nearly bowling over
the poor guy with the full drink tray heading in the opposite direction. I knew I wasn’t alone,
though I couldn’t hear Sikes or Snipe’s footsteps. It amazed me how those two over-muscled
guards could move like the wind. I’d descended upon my prey in fewer steps than it
should’ve taken.

I swear, all life, all sound, all music stopped
when the three of us hit the dance floor. Bodies moved aside, primarily out of fear of the
two men who were with me, I’m sure. But I was locked on a specific target. Dumbass one
and dumbass two blocking my path weren’t too bright. They hadn’t even noticed that
everything around them had come to a stop as they continued to feel up the body tangled
between them. “Enough!” I ordered.

“Hey man, we saw him first,” dumbass one
said, coming toward me. Sikes and Snipe cut him off, and he threw his hands up in surrender.
“We don’t want any trouble,” he pleaded as he and dumbass two backed away. At that
point, said target turned, and our gazes met.

“What the fuck, David?”

About the Author

TL Travis is an award-winning published author of LGBTQIA+
contemporary romance and erotic musings that have earned “Best-Selling Author” flags in
the US as well as Internationally.

When she’s not busy spinning steamy webs, she enjoys
spending time with her family, going to concerts, wine tasting, and people watching. With
every face, there’s a story and half the fun is dreaming up what it could be.

TL is surrounded by her extensive 4-legged rescue family, her
sons, and adorable grandkids. She will continue saving furry friends in need for as long as
she lives. TL would like to remind you to “Adopt, not shop.” Saving that lost soul may very
well be the one you need.

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