Contemporary MM Romance

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Book Title: Captured
(Cold Love, Book
1)

Author: Scarlet
Blackwell

Publisher: Scarlet
Books

Cover Artist:
B4Jay

Release Date: August 8,
2022

Genre: Contemporary small-
town m/m romance, crime/thriller

Tropes: Enemies to
lovers

Themes: Forced proximity,
hurt/comfort, angst

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 46 000
words

It is book 1 in the Cold Love
series, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
(HEA)

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“I’m not going anywhere
until I’ve slept in your nice warm bed. If you haven’t got an electric blanket, I’ll expect you to
warm me up personally.”

Blurb

Who is the man with the gun? Friend or foe? Enemy
or lover?

Ethan

I saw my way out and took it. I never dreamed it would be
complicated by someone as distracting as Gabriel.

Gabriel

I thought my cabin was safe in a snowstorm until
he
arrived. Shivering, blue with cold and armed with a gun. The hottest thing to ever happen to
me.

Horror writer Gabriel’s worst nightmare is about to come
true…

Alaska is home to Gabriel Black two months of the year
when he retreats to his isolated cabin to write. But with his relationship on the rocks, life is
treating him badly. He doesn’t think things can get any worse when a storm strikes, keeping
him snowed in, but he’s wrong.

His solitude is invaded by armed intruder Ethan, his origin a
mystery. Ethan is an enigma, a man surely on the run, maybe a dangerous criminal, but
Gabriel is drawn to Ethan’s broken spirit and damaged soul. Ethan is so much more than he
first appears and Gabriel wants to know what he hides.

Heat ignites between Gabriel and Ethan and the lines
between captive and captor soon start to blur. What secrets is Ethan keeping and will Gabriel
be prepared to risk all for him?

Trigger warnings: Scenes of violence and murder. Mentions of rape. Homophobic
language. Strong language and sexual scenes.

Excerpt

Dense, fat snowflakes fell from the dark sky. Caught by a
raging wind, they were whipped up into a vicious storm. Gabriel Black glanced out the
kitchen window into the night. He wasn’t too concerned about being snowed in. He had
plenty of food and the cabin was snug. It was par for the course here and conducive to his
work. He had a sentence whirling around and around inside his head like the snowflakes
outside. He tested it aloud, changing the words, listening to the sound on his
tongue.

Gabriel cursed, startled out of his reverie as the toaster
coughed up two slices of blackened bread and the smoke alarm kicked in with an ear-
piercing shriek. He grabbed the key to the French window and fumbled a moment before he
yanked it open. A blast of freezing night air chilled him instantly to the bone. Shivering, he
waved a dish towel under the smoke alarm.

A flash of movement registered at the periphery of his
vision, black against the snow lying thick on the porch outside. Startled, he turned just as a
tall figure sidled through the window and levelled a gun at him.

Gabriel froze. Icy fingers crept down his back as he stared at
the man in his home. The intruder was in his late thirties, a couple of inches taller than
Gabriel and broader across the shoulders and chest. He wore a thin shirt, jeans and flimsy
canvas shoes, despite the weather outside being at least ten below. His untidy black hair was
wet with snow. His pale, attractive face was dominated by large green eyes. A few days’
worth of dark stubble lined his jaw. His lips and nose were blue and he trembled violently,
his teeth chattering together.

“Knock that off.” He raised his voice over the annoying shrill
of the smoke alarm.

Gabriel glared at him. He wafted the towel again and again
until the alarm shut off, leaving sudden silence broken only by the sound of the intruder
slamming the window shut and pocketing the key.

The two men faced each other across the kitchen. Gabriel’s
heart surged with terror. All the heat had deserted the kitchen after being open to the
elements of the frozen north for only a few seconds. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or cold that
made him shake. He looked down the barrel of the gun and wondered if tonight would be
his last. It was almost funny. He’d expected south central Alaska in the middle of a howling
snowstorm to be the safest haven you could find. Who could have predicted a half-dressed
man to suddenly hijack Gabriel’s perfect solitude? Who in their right mind was out in
this?

He found his voice and spoke far more bravely than he felt.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The man stepped closer, right into Gabriel’s personal space.
His face was like stone, but still he couldn’t stop his shivering. “You don’t get to ask
questions. I want some dry clothes.” He prodded Gabriel hard with the gun in his chest.
“Move.”

Gabriel turned around. He led the intruder through the
living room. The crackling fire warmed him again. He reached the stairs and climbed on
wooden legs, wondering if he could turn suddenly and surprise the man, kicking the gun
from his hand. But his uninvited guest followed so closely behind him, their bodies were
almost touching and when he reached the top, Gabriel felt the gun digging into the small of
his back.

When they entered the bedroom, his guest gestured at the
wardrobe. “Come on. I want the thickest sweater you got.”

Gabriel chose some lounge pants and a hooded fleece-lined
sweater that he wore to chop logs for the fire.

“Underwear and two pairs of socks,” the man with the gun
said.

Gabriel plucked the items from a chest of drawers. He
threw the lot into a heap on the bed and glared once more at the intruder. The guy didn’t
look remotely intimidated. If anything, he appeared amused.

“Stand over by the window while I change. Don’t even think
of trying anything because I swear I will shoot you in the head before you can
move.”

Gabriel positioned himself as directed so the man stood
between him and the door. He watched as the guy placed the gun on the nightstand. The
key to the kitchen window joined it. Then he pulled something from the back pocket of his
pants and laid them down too. A pair of handcuffs.

What the fuck?

About the Author

Scarlet writes mainly
contemporary m/m love stories that usually deal with dark themes. Her trope is enemies-to-
lovers and there’s often a hot cop thrown into the equation. She likes unusual settings and
atypical, flawed heroes. Her work is X-rated and her themes are not for the faint-hearted,
but a HEA is always assured.

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Book Title: Sins of our
Sons

Author: Kristian
Daniels

Publisher: Extasy
Books

Release Date: May 28,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Forbidden love, murder, conversion therapy

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness, hate crime, love

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 94 000 words/ 333
pages

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

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Contemporary MM Romance, murder, conversion
therapy

Blurb

Young lovers Greg and Tyler secretly meet to spend time
together, until a moment of passion by the moonlight throws their lives into chaos. When

their parents learn about their little escapade, it opens a Pandora’s box that spreads family
discord, resentment, and heartaches. When someone adds fuel to an already fragile
situation, things get out of hand quickly. Will these two young lovers stay safe? How much
can they endure before they break?

Excerpt

Nestled in southwest Alberta’s rolling foothills lies the
quaint little town of Cardston—the Miller and Bradshaw families’ hometown. Cardston
straddled the Lee Creek valley and served as a shopping and tourist hub for southwest
Alberta, and was the unrivalled centre of Mormon life in Canada. Three-quarters of the
town’s residents belonged to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, while the other
quarter was Catholic and Baptist. The town’s social life revolved around family life, team
sports and religion.

Greg Miller was the captain of the town football team, the
Cardston Cougars, and the proud son of John and Teresa Miller. Greg’s parents owned the
only shoe store in town, where Greg helped on weekends and summer holidays.

Greg and his teammates had been busy preparing for their
next big game against the Calgary Golden Bears; it was the Cougars’ opportunity to bring
back home the trophy they lost to the Bears three years ago. Unfortunately, John and Teresa
couldn’t be there to cheer on their son—John had his business to run, and since Greg would
be in Calgary, his mother would have to be at the store instead. Sales had been down, and
closing for even one day could cause the family hardship in the coming months. Tyler had
attended Greg’s practices ever since they met. You could tell in Tyler’s eyes how proud he
was of his boyfriend―his secret boyfriend. Unfortunately, Greg and Tyler needed to be
discreet and hide when they wanted to meet, a drawback of living in a small religious
town.

It was Greg’s last year of high school, and if his team won
the game, it could mean a scholarship for him at the University of Alberta and a golden
chance to play for the Golden Bears. Over dinner, Greg asked his parents once more if they
were sure they couldn’t make the game.

His father looked at him and said, “Sorry, Greg. I wish we
could go, but we can’t close the business. You know how important November is to
us.”

“Can’t you ask Steve to cover for you?”

“No. Steve has decided to move on, and even if he was still
with us, I don’t have the money to pay for him to replace me. I’m sorry, son, you’ll have to
do this one on your own.”

“You don’t need us there,” his mother said. “You’ll do just
fine.”

“I know. It would have been nice to have you guys there,
that’s all. But I understand,” Greg said.

“Besides,” his mother said, “if we went, we’d need a hotel
room and Calgary’s expensive.”

Greg nodded and lowered his head. He quietly finished his
meal, took his empty plate to the dishwasher, and went to his room. He turned on his
computer and browsed the internet for anything and nothing, then went and laid in his bed,
staring at the ceiling. Bummer. I’ll probably be the only guy whose parents won’t be
there.

He texted Tyler about meeting up. Thirty minutes later,
Greg stopped by the living room and told his parents he was going out. He hopped on his
bike and met his boyfriend, Tyler, at Lee Creek Park.

Unlike Greg, who was a Catholic, Tyler was Baptist. Tyler
thought being Baptist was very similar to other denominations, but their parents thought
differently. A typical week for Tyler was packed with religion, beginning with a seminar at six
in the morning, youth group on Wednesdays, and bible school on Sunday. In high school,
Tyler was referred to as the boy who didn’t drink, smoke, or hook up with girls. There was
nothing he’d like more than to be like the other guys his age, but his religion forbade it, as
did his parents.

Tyler was already at the park when Greg arrived, sitting
near the creek, leaning against a tree and lost in his thoughts. Greg quietly approached him
from behind the tree and grabbed one of his arms.

“What the…” Tyler jerked his arm away, and Greg burst out
laughing.

“You scared me,” Tyler said.

“How’s it going, dude?”

“Okay. And you? Ready for the big game?”

“I think so, but it’s a bummer my folks can’t come.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“Yeah, but what can you do?” Greg said with a
shrug.

“Would you like me to be there? I can be your cheering
section in the audience,” Tyler said with a smile.

“You would do that?”

“Of course.”

“That would be so cool. We could rent a room for after the
game.”

“Won’t you have one already?”

“Yeah, but we’re four of us in there, and I don’t think the
coach would let you crash. Besides,” Greg said, leaning forward towards Tyler, “we wouldn’t
be able to do this.” The two of them kissed.

“You have a point there,” Tyler said. “I’ll ask my parents to
reserve a room for me. You need to keep your cash for university.”

“Will they let you go?” Greg asked, excited at the prospect
of being with his boyfriend alone where no one knew them.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll be there to support you,” Tyler
said with confidence.

“I can’t wait for us to be at university so we can be
together. I’m tired of hiding,” Greg said, looking at Tyler.

“Me too. You’ll have to wait, though, because you’re a
school year ahead of me.” Tyler grinned.

“Right.” Greg made a sad face. “But you can join me the
year after,” he said with a smile.

“Think of what would happen if our parents found out
about us,” Tyler said, lost in his thoughts.

“That’s a scary thought. Come here.” Greg placed his hands
on Tyler’s shoulder and lowered him on his lap.

Tyler rested his head on Greg’s lap, and Greg bent over and
placed his lips on Tyler’s.

About the Author

Kristian Daniels is a published
author. His first novel Stolen Heart was published a little more than one year ago. An
Information Technologist by profession, he retired a few years ago to dedicate his time to his
storytelling. Kristian is passionate about writing. Fiction and coming–of-age stories are what
he likes to write about. Kristian lives and works out of his home in Canada and spends his
summers traveling and enjoying a drink a good book and the sun by his pool.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Reigniting Chase” by Jeanne St. James.

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Book Title: Reigniting Chase

Author: Jeanne St.
James

Publisher: Double-J Romance,
Inc.

Cover Artist: Golden Czermak
@ FuriousFotog

Release Date: July 30,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Gay, mature (both characters over 40), small town,
grumpy/sunshine

Themes: Dealing with loss, new beginnings

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 368
pages

It is a standalone story with
no cliffhanger.

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An unexpected collaboration between two authors that’s
hot enough to spark a fire…

Blurb

Chase

After an excruciating loss, I’m desperate for a fresh
start.

Away from the painful memories.

Away from everyone I know and anyone who knows my
story.

That’s how I end up in Eagle’s Landing,
Pennsylvania.

As a bestselling author, my main reason for moving to a
remote mountain cabin is to overcome the writer’s block that crushed my creativity for the
past two years. My hope is to rediscover my words in the quiet, small town where no one
knows me. Or my past.

A place where I can blend in enough that I become
invisible.

Rett

Even though Chase, one of my favorite authors, insists he
wants to be left alone, I refuse to let him wallow in whatever’s drowning him.

As a local bookstore owner and author myself, I’m intrigued
by the man who’s a master of the written word. Unfortunately, his social skills could use a lot
of work.

Even so, I’m determined to pull the irritable and frustrating
man out of the dark pit he’s fallen into and back to the surface, no matter how hard he fights
it. I only hope dragging Chase down that fiery path just might reignite his spark and that I
don’t get burned in the process.

Note: Please check the content warning before reading
or purchasing. It can be found at the beginning of the book (accessible by Amazon’s “look
inside” feature or by downloading the sample) as well as on my website. This standalone gay
romance has a guaranteed HEA, no cheating and no cliffhanger.

Excerpt

I paused my fork halfway to my mouth. I had only made a
small dent in the diner’s belly-busting breakfast special so far. It was criminal how much food
the server had delivered for five bucks.

Five freaking bucks. On Long Island, it would have cost me
at least fifteen.

And for only two more dollars, the coffee came with
unlimited refills. If I could mainline that welcomed caffeine right now, I would.

My whole body ached and I was exhausted, not only from
sleeping like shit in the motel, but from tackling the seemingly endless job of cleaning the
cabin from top to bottom. I didn’t want the furniture I purchased down at a mom-and-pop
store in Picture Rocks to be delivered until the place was completely spotless and all my
unwanted roommates had been effectively evicted.

While I liked bats and knew they were beneficial, I just
didn’t want to share the same space with them. If they returned to sleep in the rafters today,
then I needed to find how they were getting in since I had covered the broken window with
plastic-sheeting.

But all of that wasn’t what made me pause my eating, it
was the man across the diner who wouldn’t stop staring.

Like me, he also sat alone, but unlike me, he seemed to
know everyone in the diner. A local just like everyone else there.

The first morning, all eyes had turned in my direction as
soon as I walked through The Eagle’s Nest’s door, but now the waitresses were used to
seeing me since this was my third day eating in the diner, for both breakfast and a late
dinner.

The food was good. The prices and attentive, friendly
service even better.

Even one of the thirty-something-year-old waitresses had
tried flirting with me. She had no idea she was barking up the wrong tree. Even if I was on
the dating market, she was playing on the wrong team. While I had the utmost respect for
women, I simply didn’t want to sleep with them.

However, the man who kept staring at me was most likely
not on my team, either.

Was he staring because I was simply a stranger in a close-
knit community, where everyone apparently knew everyone?

It couldn’t be because I was gay. While I had never hidden
it, I also didn’t flaunt it and most women, when I broke it to them gently, were shocked to
find out the truth.

Most men, too.

I’d heard, “My
gaydar must be broken,” more times than I’d
ever wanted to.

Even so, dating wasn’t on my agenda anytime soon. Or
ever, since I had no plans on dating anyone ever again.

Life would be easier that way. Plus, at this point, being a
team player didn’t matter, I preferred to remain a free agent.

Ignoring the man, I finished shoving the forkful of
scrambled eggs into my mouth, hoping the guy would get bored staring at me.

Still ignoring the man, I stabbed a piece of sausage, also
shoving it into my mouth and chewing, hoping the guy would lose interest in whatever had
caught it in the first place.

Continuing to ignore the rude man, I sucked down half a
cup of black coffee, hoping the guy would simply fuck off.

Finally, unable to ignore him anymore, I dropped the fork
on my plate with a clatter, tipped my head down and rubbed my forehead. I steadied my
breathing in an attempt to lower my quickly rising blood pressure.

I only wanted to eat in peace. I wasn’t here to make friends,
or even enemies.

I only wanted to be left the fuck alone.

But of course that wasn’t going to happen.

This was exactly why I left Long Island, everything I knew
and everybody who knew me.

I wanted to live somewhere no one knew me or my
backstory. I had gotten to the breaking point, swallowed up by pity on one hand, or people
thinking it was time I “got over it” on the other.

I’d never get over it.

Not fucking ever.

“Fuck!”
screamed through my head when the dark-haired man rose from where he sat at the
counter. After throwing a few singles next to his plate, he turned and headed away from the
entrance and toward my booth.

Of. Fucking. Course.

Dread rose from my gut into my throat and began to choke
me. The man might have recognized me somehow.

Lifting my coffee cup, I peered over the rim to keep an eye
on the approaching man. My muscles and spine stiffened more with every step taken closer
to where I sat. Trying to mind my own business.

Trying to eat breakfast.

Trying to exist in peace.

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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Book Title: Don’t Hold Back (Chasing Gold Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Colette
Davison

Release Date: July 26, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Rivals to lovers, grumpy and sunshine, slow burn,
hurt/comfort

Themes: Winning isn’t everything, learning to love yourself

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 93,000
words

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

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Can rivals gain Olympic
glory and love?

Blurb

Garret has spent years training in gymnastics, but the
pressure has taken its toll. Despite qualifying for the Olympics, failing to medal at the World
Championships is all he can think about.

Anger is taking control and strangling his ability to focus on
training, when his main rival, Team USA gymnast, Ryder Anderson, arrives at the gym to train
alongside him.

Garrett wants to hate Ryder, but he can’t ignore his rival’s
sunshine personality and handsome looks. Discovering Ryder is fighting a battle against
himself, Garrett’s anger turns to admiration and then love.

Dating his rival isn’t against the rules, but that doesn’t make
it a good idea. Can they make a relationship work despite the pressure of the Olympics, or
will they crack under the strain?

Don’t Hold Back is an M/M sports romance with a grumpy gymnast who falls for his sunshiny rival. It
has a slow-burn relationship and some hurt/comfort.

Trigger warnings: Don’t Hold Back features a character who has anorexia.

Excerpt

“Ryder.” Lennie waved him across. “Good work. I’ve got two
options for you.”

Ryder raised his eyebrows as he waited. From the look on
Lennie’s face, he wasn’t sure he’d like either of them.

“You could go to Boulder and train alongside David
Marshall.”

David was a two-time Olympian.

“Isn’t he trained by Isaiah Hobbs these days?” Ryder asked,
trying hard not to scowl.

“Yes.”

“That’s not really an option, then is it?”

“Hobbs said he’d have you.”

Ryder shook his head and half turned away. “I don’t
particularly care.”

“I didn’t think you’d go for it. But Boulder’s closer to home
than my next suggestion.”

“There’s not much farther away than that.”

“The other option is to come with me.”

“To England?”

Lennie nodded. “I’ve called in a favour at my old gym in Leeds.
They’d be happy to have us. We could train around visiting hours. They’re pretty
prescriptive. You’d get more training hours in if you went to Boulder.”

“I’d rather take the week off than train under Isaiah again.” He
folded his arms and dipped his chin. “England, huh? I’ve always wanted to see Buckingham
Palace.”

Lennie laughed. “Leeds and London aren’t exactly next
door.”

“Oh.”

“Seriously, what do you think?”

Ryder drew in a breath. “Travelling’s always harder than being
home, but I’d rather train with you in England than with Isaiah. But only if you’re sure.”

“I am. We can stay at my parents’ house. Dad won’t mind if you
take over the kitchen. Or if you prefer, we can rent somewhere.”

“Sounds good.” It was easy to say, less easy to feel.

Ryder always felt anxious about travelling, especially when it
meant staying somewhere else for any length of time. But travelling was unavoidable at his
level of gymnastics, so he dealt with it.

“You’re sure?”

Ryder smiled and nodded. He wouldn’t train under Isaiah
again. He couldn’t.

“You won’t be the only Olympian training at the gym we’ll be
using,” Lennie said.

“Oh?”

“Two members of the British team train there. Reece
Matthews and Garrett Kidd.”

“They’re great gymnasts.”

“Yes.”

Ryder laughed. “Garrett’s the handsome scowling one,
right?”

Lennie gave him a stern look.

“What? He is handsome, and he was very scowly at Worlds
when I went to congratulate him.”

“You beat him.”

“So?”

Lennie rolled his eyes. “He probably thought you were rubbing
your win in his face.”

“Me? Nah. Why would I do that?”

Lennie raised an eyebrow.

“I barely beat him in the all-around final. It was by point four or
something.”

“Point two.”

“Oh. Even closer than I thought.” Ryder shrugged. “Either one
of us could have won on the day. I was just luckier. See? Now I’m looking forward to a trip to
England.”

Lennie shook his head and sighed. “Let’s see your floor routine
again.”

Ryder grinned. “On it.”

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: Spanish Siesta (Flying into Love #2)

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
(KAM Design)

Release Date: July 29,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Friends to Lovers

Themes: Bisexual awakening, forced proximity, coming out

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 65 250 words/260
pages

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

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Can a Spanish siesta make Matt see his best friend the way
Kieran’s been hoping he would for years?

Blurb

Matt Robinson just got dumped. Again. With his sister’s
wedding on the horizon, he needs a plus one.

Kieran Barker has been in love with his straight best
friend for far too long. It’ll never happen. Having already been left behind when Matt went
to university, Kieran can’t take more heartbreak.

So when Matt invites Kieran to spend a whole week
with him on the island of Majorca, Kieran can’t let himself think there’s more to it than lads
on tour. All he can do is play the field to take his mind of the hot, rugby honed body of his
oldest mate. Sexy men are in abundance in Magaluf, right? Matt only wants to cop off with
the bridesmaid anyway.

But when Matt’s overprotectiveness about Kieran’s
late-night escapades borders on jealousy, can he even dare to think that there’s more to
their years of flirtations than simple bromance?

And can Matt really acknowledge his feelings when
they’ll soon be returning to England, with him back to the university rugby team and two
hundred miles away from Kieran.

Spanish Siesta (Flying into Love #2) is a Contemporary, Friends to Lovers,
Bisexual Awakening, Forced Proximity MM Romance featuring a hot-headed rugby Fly-Half
struggling with his emotions and an out-and-proud wannabe dancer suffering from
unrequited love.

Excerpt

“Shit.” Matt grabbed Kieran by the arm, and shoved him
back into the elevator, slamming his hand on any old button.

“What the fuck, Matt?”

The elevator shunted and they both had to grab the
handrail running along the lift.

“It’s going down!” Kieran widened his eyes. “How is it going
down?”

Matt didn’t say anything. His heart thumped and the foggy
wooziness from the alcohol he thought hadn’t affected him crept up to make his head spin.
The doors opened into a dark space. A basement, maybe? A cleaning closet. He’d hit the
sodding service call button.

Kieran reached out to hit the G but Matt grabbed his arm,
preventing him then yanked them both out and into darkness.

“What the—”

Matt slapped a hand over Kieran’s mouth, “Shhh!”

The elevator doors closed, the lift moving up, surrounding
them in silence. Kieran stared at him, eyes widening. Matt drifted his hand from Kieran’s
mouth but held a finger to his lips.

“What the fuck?” Kieran mouthed.

Matt stepped farther into the dark space, checking the
surroundings. He breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered they were alone then turned
back to face Kieran.

“Why have you shoved me in a fucking broom cupboard?”

Matt’s chest rose with the force of his inhalation. He tried
to calm his thrashing heart. His invasive thoughts. His fear. His nerves. He couldn’t find any
words. How could he explain? What would he say when he didn’t understand any of this
himself? Rationality drowned by his thumping pulse, he closed his eyes to try to steady his
breathing.

“Matt?” Kieran’s voice was distant but calming. “Matt, you
okay?” He placed his palm to his forehead. “Is it sunstroke?”

Matt opened his eyes at the gentle touch, at the warm
breath trickling onto his skin, at the unwavering concern in shaking lips.

Matt shook his head.

Kieran lowered his hand but Matt grabbed his wrist.

“Matt? You’re scaring the fuck out of me.”

“You think I ain’t scaring myself right now?”

“Why?” Kieran’s question was shrouded by his sharp
swallow.

“Because I don’t know, Kier. I don’t know what’s
happening.” He squeezed desperate fingers around Kieran’s wrist, glancing down to the
swirls of his tribal tattoo and his breath hitched. “What’s happening to me?”

“Too much sangria?”

Matt pursed his lip, shaking his head.

“Too much sun?”

Matt shook his head.

“You drank the tap water?”

Matt hefted out an exasperated sigh.

“Then, you’re gonna have to tell me.” Kieran licked his lips.
“Because I’m all out of ideas.”

Matt rubbed his thumb along the underside of Kieran’s
wrist, eyes down, not able to look at Kieran as he contemplated what he should do. What he
needed to do. What he was so desperate to do that it consumed his every breath.

“Matt—”

Matt cut off Kieran’s words with a kiss.

Kieran didn’t respond. He stood there, eyes wide as if he
couldn’t believe what was happening. Frozen. Stunned. Accepting Matt’s lips on his.
Shit. It was wrong. This was wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Fears
confirmed, Matt pulled away, sinking back against the wall, telling his thumping heart he was
sorry.

Kieran didn’t move. He didn’t breathe either.

Then, he closed his eyes to exhale the words, “You better
not be fucking with me.”

Matt met his gaze through the shadowy darkness. “Give me
half a chance.” It had meant to be a light-hearted joke. Something to lift the mood. It came
out wrong though and Kieran reached for the lift call button.

Matt held out his hand. “Don’t.” He hung his head. “Please
don’t. I got this far. I might need help for the next step.”

Kieran dropped his hand away. Then, after several awkward
moments of silence, he said, “You kissed me.”

“Yup.”

“You put your lips on mine.”

“Yup.”

“You…were going to put your tongue in my mouth.”

“Are you a fucking snog pundit? Do you commentate all
your kisses in the dark?”

“No, Matt!” Kieran raked a hand through his hair. “Just the
ones that come from my best fucking mate.” He slapped Matt’s chest. “My straight best mate.”

“I don’t recall ever saying I was straight.”

“You don’t have to, Matt. It’s implied in your heterosexual
relationships.”

Matt cocked his head. “Bit last season, there, Kier.”

“I’m going to choke you with bog roll in a minute.”

“Bog roll?”

“We’re in a fucking closet!” Kieran flapped his hands at
shelves and shelves of toilet paper and cleaning products. “Which is so damn ironic, I can’t
deal.”

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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AUDIOBOOK & EBOOK TOUR: “Breaking Cover” by Kaje Harper.

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Book Title: Breaking Cover (Life Lessons Book
2)

Author and Publisher: Kaje Harper

Narrator: JF Harding

Release Date: June 29, 2022

Genre: Contemporary/Mystery M/M romance

Tropes: Modest age-gap, in the closet

Themes: Coming out, gay parenting

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 9 hours and 46 minutes

It is best read after book 1.

The book does not end on a cliffhanger. It has a solid
HFN ending, not yet a HEA. Audiobooks 3 and 4 scheduled for later this summer.

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Sometimes one moment defines a
man

Blurb

For homicide detective Mac, it’s been a good year. Having Tony to go home to
makes him a better cop and a better person. For Tony, it’s been hard being in love with a
man he can’t touch in public. Evasions and outright lying to friends and family take a little of
the shine off his relationship with Mac, but Tony is determined to make it work.

As the Minneapolis Police Department moves into a hot, humid summer, Mac is faced with a

different challenge. A killer has murdered two blond women, and the police have no real
clues. Mac hates to think that another murder may be the only way they’ll make progress
with the case. But when that murder happens, it hits close to home for Tony. And suddenly
Mac faces an ultimatum: come out into the sunlight and stand beside Tony as his lover, or
walk away and live without a piece of his heart.

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: “Force Majeure” by Sophia Soames.

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Book Title: Force Majeure

Author and Publisher: Sophia Soames

Cover Model: Rourke

Release Date: July 15, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope: Childhood friends to Lovers

Themes: Jealousy, Hurt/Comfort, Set in Berlin

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 32 000 words

It is a standalone story.

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Love is an earthquake that relocates the centre of the universe.

Blurb

Oakley Hoffman is a walking, talking natural disaster. Not only does he seem to be the only functioning adult in his family, but he also stomps around creating irrational earthquakes with every badly thought-out ridiculous move he makes. He barely survived lockdown, and with life returning to something that vaguely resembles normal, Oakley has landed himself an inconvenient infatuation with his former best friend. Well, if he’s totally honest, he’s probably nursed that crush for years. Yet, this time around, infatuation has brought a bad streak of jealousy to boot.

Force Majeure is a 32K novella featuring childhood friends to lovers in adulthood, with explicit content intended for mature readers. No trigger warnings.

Force Majeure refers to a clause that is included in contracts to remove liability for natural and unavoidable catastrophes that interrupt the expected course of events.

Excerpt

The clinking of the lock to the Demircis’ apartment kicks me out of my daydreams, and my heart jolts as I jump to my feet, almost tripping myself up in an effort to not look like I’m loitering.

“I could hear you a mile off,” Cem says, shuffling out into the hall, shivering despite the duvet draped around his shoulders like a royal cape. “You need to go to work and stop trying to scratch my head through the walls.”

He sits on the step. Too weak to fight the pull of his presence, I plonk down beside him, probably bruising my arse in the process, because I know I’ll get what I’ve been craving. Cem has always needed contact, and here I am, being squashed against the wall as he leans his body against mine and his head falls heavily on my shoulder.

“I’m a dick,” he says, bang on with the self-reflection.

“Yeah,” I want to shout at him, scream in his goddamn face, shake him until he gets his head in gear and sees how he has shattered my world. But I don’t. I can be a calm, reasonable person, and I have far too much self-control to fall apart in front of Cemil Demirci.

“I got carried away at the weekend,” he continues. “There was a party, and then I stayed over with friends, and time just kind of evaporated, you know?” Excuses. Always excuses.

“You have an exam today,” I say. If I sound angry, it’s because I can’t help myself.

“It’s under control.” He sighs deeply and turns his head so his nose is pressed into my shoulder. That’s something else he does to reel me in. Why do I let him so cheaply buy my forgiveness? “I studied all week, so I’m good. It’s all in here.” His hand pokes out of the duvet to point at his head. “I’m not worried about the exams.”

I’m not worried either. Cem is too clever for his own good. He’ll read a book and memorise every line, quoting it back at me in long, rambling sentences I barely understand. Nor have I ever seen him use a calculator. He scribbles down numbers at frightening speed on whatever surface he can find and then does the calculation in his head.

Cem knows stuff. Far too much stuff.

“I miss you,” I whisper without meaning to. Even shielded by all the jealousy and anger I feel, knowing I’m slowly, irrevocably losing him again, it’s the truth. He is the calm to my inner storm, and I will forgive him for anything and everything. And I hate myself for it.

About the Author

Sophia Soames should be old enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.

Her long-suffering husband just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.

She lives in a creaky old house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.

Discovering that the stories in her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis ever, and she hopes it may long continue.

Find me on social media @sophiasoames on all platforms

Christina Stern is a Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram

Aurelia Morris is a cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums under more aliases that she can keep track of.

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BLOG TOUR: “End of the Line” by AG Meiers. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaways Included!

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Book Title: End of the Line

Author: AG
Meiers

Publisher: Painted Hearts
Publishing

Release Date: July 7,
2022

Genres: Contemporary M/M
Romance Suspense – Two men falling in love while budging bullets and chasing bad
guys.

Tropes: Mistaken identity /
opposites attract / lone wolf meets stubborn pretty boy / age gap / found family

Themes: Falling in love / chasing
bad guys / overcoming trust issues / finding balance and letting go of other people’s
expectations

Length: 77 672
words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is a standalone book and is
the first in the series to be published. It does not
end on a cliffhanger. Suspense and Romance is
complete, but there’s a 2nd book with a new couple and a continuation of the suspense
plot.

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Opposites Attract…T R O U

B L E…

Blurb

Jake Devlin knows trouble when he sees it and he wants no
part of it. His quiet, peaceful life is a hard-fought dream. And the man who stumbles through
the backdoor of Jake’s bar—beaten to hell—he is trouble with a capital T. The last thing Jake
needs is to get involved with the sexy and secretive stranger. He definitely shouldn’t
offer him a place to stay. But…he does…

Murder and mayhem follow Detective Miguel Conway. One
minute he’s working a case, and the next, his cover is blown and he barely escapes with his
life. Con didn’t expect Jake to offer help when he needs it most. And he definitely wasn’t
prepared to fall for the grumpy ex-Marine. But…he does…

Attraction sparks as the two men are thrown together to
figure out who wants to keep Con quiet and why. Well, at least Con is trying to solve his case.
Jake is mainly trying to protect the young, impulsive cop. Midnight stakeouts, a celebrity
wedding, and passion-filled nights—can Jake and Con find the balance between taking risks
and keeping safe? And turn attraction into happily ever after?

But none of that matters if they fail to get the target off
Con’s back…

Series: End of
the Line, Book 1 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. It’s a place where you can always find
support (and a cold beer) when life spins out of control. So, download today, and get ready
to fall in love with Jake’s Bar.

Excerpt

A gay bar. Thank you, Jesus. A fucking gay bar. Loud and
proud. Con’s kind of place, but none of Murphy’s men would be caught dead in here. Con’s
body hurt all over, but they hadn’t found him. He’d given his pursuers the slip and was out of
the rain.

About an hour ago—close to two in the morning—Jake had
flipped the lights on and kicked everybody out. People barely dared to finish their drinks
when the big, bulky man with his booming voice told them to go the fuck home. Con would be
surprised if any of them would come back. Damn, Jake was something else. Con had a thing
for guys who took charge and thinking of it sent sparks down his spine.

Jake had offered Con to call it a night as soon as the last
guest had left the place. Clearly, he hadn’t missed that Con was moving slower and slower as
the night progressed. And fuck, his ribs hurt something fierce. Still, he had declined Jake’s
offer to leave right away. The bar owner had raised an eyebrow, but much to his relief, Jake
had started to put the chairs up himself while Con got a broom. And every time he tried to
do anything but sweep, Jake had thundered at him to stay out of the way.

“Are you trying to dig a hole with that broom? I think that
corner is clean enough,” Jake said quietly from across the room, his tall frame propped
against the bar—arms crossed—watching. Jake’s calm focus sent chills over Con’s body as he
forced himself to relax with a few more long inhales and exhales. His overtired brain fired
some images of being at the receiving end of Jake’s laser sharp attention under different
circumstance—with a whole lot less distance between them, and fewer clothes. Jake was
hot in an angry, pissed-off way. Square. Solid. A force to be reckoned with.

Loud tapping of Jake’s fingers onto the bar brought Con
back from his wayward thoughts. For a moment, the impatient rhythm was the only sound,
then Jake let out a huff of air and said, “Listen, I’m not sure how to ask this, but—do you
have anywhere to go tonight?”

“Yes, of course, I—” Con’s answer had been a reflex, but he
actually had no idea how to end this sentence.

“You can stay here if you have nowhere safe to go.”

Nowhere safe. How did he know? Con’s heart skipped a beat and then started to race again in his
chest. His eyes shot over to the front door. How
the fuck did he know?

“Hey, calm down.” Jake pushed himself up from the counter
and walked a few steps closer but then stopped again. “You have no defensive wounds. And,
well, you’re a big dude, so I wonder what happened to you tonight.”

Three against one. I never had a chance.

“It’s fine. You’re safe. Is it okay if I touch you?” Jake was
suddenly by his side, his voice soft. Gently, a hand came down on his shoulder. “It’s okay.
Why don’t you just stay on my couch tonight?”

The warmth of Jake’s hand seeped through his skin. Con
gritted his jaw to steel himself against the sudden need to lean in. Any other time, he’d have
given Jake crap for treating him like a wounded animal, but his beat-up body was starting to
give in on him. “That would be great,” he managed through clenched teeth.

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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