RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Finding Forever Boxed Set

Author: Marie
Sinclair

Publisher: Sin Books
Ink

Cover Artist: LC
Chase

Release Date: May 25,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

Book 1 prequel – A Winter’s Dance – (Finding Forever
#0.5) – is a learning to love story

Book 1 – A Kind of
Forever – Second chance at love, hurt/comfort;

Book 2 prequel – Nothing Like a Summer Romance – (Finding Forever
#1.5) – is a first time for everything, summer romance story.

Book 2 – Nothing
Like Forever – Soulmates to partners, can’t live with him/can’t live without him;

Book 3 – Forever After
– Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, bi-awakening.

Themes: Love finds a way even with challenging
circumstances

Heat Rating: 4 flames

The novels are standalone,
obviously the prequels are not. The prequels do not need to be read to enjoy the novels.
There are no cliffhangers.

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

The men of the Finding
Forever series will set your heart on fire (and possibly your Kindle too)

Blurb

Whether it’s overcoming a twelve-year separation and
trauma, figuring out a complex and confusing identity, or learning to see beyond the surface
to the heart of gold inside, these three novels and two novellas by Marie Sinclair show how love survives and flourishes even in
the darkest of times.

For Ry and Cart (A Winter’s
Dance and A Kind of Forever), saying I love you for the first time didn’t work out the way fairy tales told
them it would. Together in college, they are accidentally outed by a photograph taken at an
LGBTQ protest, and separated by Ry’s conservative family. Twelve years later, they’re
reunited, but Cart quickly realizes that Ry is no longer the carefree, sensual lover he knew
when they were younger. Something haunts and torments Ry, making him run from Cart
who has to decide if he’s willing to risk his damaged heart for another chance at
love.

When Jake and Micah met (Nothing
Like a Summer Romance), there was an
instant connection. The month they spent together during summer break was full of first
times for Micah. First kiss. First love. First time doing drag. He’s pretty sure he wants Jake to
be his first for everything, but Jake’s not so sure he can do a relationship.
Nothing Like Forever charts the ins and outs and ups and downs of the twenty years it takes them to figure
out that Jake is aromantic and that happily ever after doesn’t have to look a certain way.

After an apartment fire leaves Diego homeless, Jake gives
him a place to stay. The only problem, Alex is already living there. In Forever
After, Alex and Diego navigate a bumpy road built
from bad first impressions, misunderstandings, and close proximity. When Alex’s 13-year old
comes out as trans and moves across the country to live with him, Alex sees a different side
to queer youth counselor Diego, and the two discover an attraction that burns hotter the
more they get to know each other.

Excerpt

It was four in the morning, and for the first time since Diego
had woken up, the enormity of what had happened washed over him. His home was gone.
Everything he owned except for the clothes on his back and what he had in his go-bag was
likely damaged by smoke and water, even if the fire hadn’t reached his apartment, so all that
was gone as well. He was a small dot in the vastness of San Francisco, and the panic he’d
pushed aside in favor of helping others began to surface.

Where to find an apartment he could afford was a question for
later; Diego’s immediate issue was a place to stay right now. His first thought, of course, was
his family. He was the youngest of five siblings, as well as the only boy, and had countless
uncles and aunts and cousins living in the Bay Area. Any one of them would put him up if he
asked. His parents would be happy to have him move back home. Actually, they’d be ecstatic
to have him under their roof, but his mother would be especially pleased to have him back
where she could express her concern over his love life and try to play matchmaker with
every gay man her friends knew.

Jake was an option, though not a great one. He had two places,
the bungalow on Great Highway and the Victorian he’d inherited from his father in the inner
Richmond. Once the renovation work had been completed back in November, Jake and his
boyfriend, Micah, had moved into the Richmond house, which meant the bungalow was
theoretically perfect. Diego was sure Jake would let him stay in the guest room as long as he
needed, but Diego wasn’t sure how long he couldstay because Alex was already
living there while he did some long overdue renovations on the place.

Diego winced as he remembered hitting on Alex at a friend’s
wedding last summer. The sight of Alex backing into a tray of champagne flutes and the
shatter of glass as they hit the group, not to mention the horrified and angry look on Alex’s
face, was not something Diego wanted to see again. So, no, Diego would not be asking Jake
for a place to stay.

With no other viable options coming to mind, he called Cart,
apologized for waking him, then asked if any of the apartments above the center were
open.

“The resident’s unit is being repainted, and Xave and Ess are
moving in there as soon as it’s ready.” Cart suppressed a yawn. “Sorry. If you can stand the
fumes, it’s got a bed.”

“I’ll open the windows. Thanks, man.” Diego shouldered his
backpack and began walking toward the Castro and the youth center.

“I’d offer our place, but Jen and Stephen are here with the
baby while theirs is being worked on. Try Jake in the morning. Between his two places, he’s
gotta have an extra room.”

“I’ll do that. Thanks,” Diego told him, but he’d figure something
else out. He wouldn’t share a house with someone who hated him if it were the last place on
Earth available to him.

About the Author

Marie Sinclair is a queer
writer living in San Francisco. Though she’s been a writer all her life, it wasn’t until she
stumbled upon MM romance that she knew she’d found a home for herself and all the
characters in her head.

Her focus is on contemporary
romance, usually on the steamy side. While HEAs are guaranteed, it will always take some
work for the couples to get there, and it might not look the way they expected at the
beginning. As a member of the LGBTQ+ community, Marie believes in rooting her stories in
the real world of queer culture and showing how love can survive even in challenging
times.

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RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: French Kiss
(Flying into Love #1)

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
KAM Design

Release Date: May 30,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Opposites Attract, Instalust, Age Gap, Forced Proximity

Themes: Coming out, Found Family

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 58 000 words/232
pages

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

This is the first in a new series
of standalone novels. The second book is due out in June.

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Available in Kindle Unlimited

Universal Link | Amazon US | Amazon UK

Can a French kiss persuade
an uptight Englishman to leave his city behind and start a new life in rural
France?

Blurb

Clean-cut London businessman Dale Calverley doesn’t do
relationships.

Rugged French handyman Valentin Aubrey doesn’t do city
men.

When Dale hires Valentin to help him fix up his inherited
farmhouse estate in rural France and sell to the highest bidder, sparks fly.

Complete opposites, can they really expect their insta-lust
to last beyond the storm that forces them together?

But how can Dale walk away from a man so alluringly rogue
as Valentin Aubrey?

And how can Valentin expect a man so money-orientated to
throw away his career and stay in the wilderness with him?

French Kiss (Flying into Love #1) is a
Contemporary, Age-Gap, Hurt/Comfort, Forced Proximity MM Romance featuring an uptight
English businessman with a preference for nameless hook ups and a rugged half-French
handyman with a chequered past.

Excerpt

Stomach knotting, roiling, fluttering, Dale laid eyes on
Valentin, axe held high over his head then swinging down to slice through chopped wood
balancing on a tree stump. If that wasn’t the most spectacular thing Dale had ever seen in
his entire life, he had no idea what was. He held his breath, lurking on the periphery and
willing himself not to be seen. He wanted to watch. He wanted to gaze on that sight without
fear. He wanted nothing more than to stare as though it was a show just for him.

Valentin threw a chopped log onto a pile, wiping the sweat
from brow with his plaid shirt sleeve and smearing mud across his face. He then set another
on the stump and swung the axe. Voracious hunger surged through Dale as Valentin grunted,
thrashing the blade down into the log. It was so barbaric. So feral. So wild Dale had to inhale
a tantric breath. Flustered and ravenous, Dale lost all rational thought. He hadn’t seen
anything like it before and his cock throbbed, unveiling his voyeuristic side and exposing him
to his type.

He stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Valentin stopped, then undid his shirt, wriggling it down his
arms to drop to the ground, luscious, tanned torso now on display with those Angel-wing
tattoos for Dale to feast upon. If Dale thought his heart had been pounding before, it then
tripled pace. Valentin was so ripped. So defined. So masculine, and every outline of strength
and sinew on his back, his chest, his stomach, his decorated arms as he lifted the axe and
yielded it to cut through solid timber, had Dale’s pulse racing.

Dale’s throat dried as animalistic desire raged through him,
inflating both want and need. His dick stiff and rigid, demanding to see for itself, Dale could
do nothing but stand and stare.

Valentin glanced up, maybe sensing he was being watched.
Was that a hunting instinct? He blinked, a cloudy rush of breath billowing from his lips as he
exhaled into the mist. God, he was so savage. So rugged and raw. Dale should move. He
should shake himself out and move. He should make up some utter bullshit of why he was
standing there that wasn’t salivating over him chopping logs. He should pretend he’d heard
something. He should, at the very least, stop staring.

But what he wanted to do was take Valentin by the neck
and kiss him.

Valentin threw the axe to the ground, grabbing his shirt and
sliding it on as he jogged toward him. “Dale,” he said, breath light and airy, so unlike the
atmosphere between them, laden with desperation.

Dale couldn’t speak. All words caught in his throat at the
sight, at the scent, at the scorching skin exposed on Valentin’s chest that Dale
wanted—needed—to touch. He’d never felt anything like this. Ever. It was so all-consuming.
Mesmerising. Bewitching. It was so beyond any rationality and reason that Dale couldn’t
comprehend what was happening to him.

“Dale?” Valentin searched him. “Are you okay?”

Dale forced himself to nod, breathing out a deep and
rumbling, “Mmm, hmm.”

“Sorry if I woke you. There’s a storm heading for us. Needed
wood for the fire. It might pass us, but it’s worth stocking up the fuel while we can.”

Dale inhaled. All he could smell was Valentin. His sweat. His
musk. His beard. Dale never wanted to breath in anything else again.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Valentin frowned, then without
a hint of warning he placed a palm to Dale’s forehead, his touch sending shockwaves
sparking through him.

Dale gripped Valentin’s wrist, digging fingertips into him,
holding his hand where it was. “Valentin.”

Valentin held his gaze. “Dale,” he breathed out. “I don’t
want to make the same mistake twice.”

Dale dropped his arm to his side but refused to let go of
Valentin’s wrist.

“Don’t make me.” Valentin’s voice was soft, shaky, filled
with fear and worry yet had an undeniable growl of want. As though he was struggling to
control himself. He trembled, glancing to their locked hands as he uttered with caution, “Je
te veux.”

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: Collar Me (My Kinky Housemate Book Three)

Author and Publisher: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Covers by
Jo

Release Date: May 17,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Puppy play, friends to lovers, small amount of
hurt/comfort

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 72 000
words

It can be read as a standalone
but is better read as part of the series.

The book does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Will losing my trainer lead
me to what my heart desires—a collar and Preston?

Blurb

I’ve found the perfect place to live in London thanks to the
My Kinky Housemate app. It’s close to work and my housemates don’t mind me de-stressing
from my job as a nurse by being a playful puppy. Life is good until my puppy trainer finds a
girlfriend leaving me high and dry.

A flippant comment leads to an offer from Preston, the
housemate I’ve got a mile high crush on. I thought my attraction wasn’t mutual until he
proves me wrong while being my temporary trainer for a puppy show.

Preston has never been into pet play before, but it seems
he’ll make an exception for me. As our relationship flourishes and strengthens with him as
my new trainer, someone in the puppy community sets out to destroy my
reputation.

Can Preston help me resolve the situation before I get
driven out of the community that brings me joy?

Collar Me is an
MM puppy play romance with housemates that become lovers, handcuffs, a fantasy toy, a
jealous puppy and lots and lots of snuggles. It’s the third book in the My Kinky Housemate Series and, while it can be enjoyed as a standalone, it’s better to read it after
Sugar Bunny and Plaything.

Excerpt

Realising our first training session will be more about me
training Preston than the other way around, I decide not to put on my puppy gear. Instead, I
go downstairs in my pyjama bottoms, with my house ears and kneepads on.

It’s a weird time of day. If I’m on a day shift, I’d have been up
and out of the house before anyone else is awake. I’m usually fast asleep if I’m on a night
shift or on my days off. I’ve never been awake and in the house at seven in the morning.
Beau and Fraser are in the kitchen, talking and laughing as they eat breakfast together. After
waving good morning to them, I go to the sitting room.

Preston is waiting for me. He’s dressed for work in smart black
trousers, a pale blue shirt, and a navy tie with white polka dots. I pause for a second or two
to appreciate how handsome he looks.

“Morning,” he says. “I did some reading online last night, but
I’m still not sure what I’m doing. Go easy on me, okay?”

I grin. “I figured. That’s why I’m not planning on going into
puppy space.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. We can talk through some basics, maybe practice doing
a couple of simple commands. How does that sound?”

“Great.” He clears his throat and reaches for a bag.
“Apparently, a trainer is allowed to give their puppy a collar.”

I tilt my head and let out a confused ‘ruff’.

Preston opens the bag and takes out a purple nylon collar. “I
hope it fits.”

“When did you…?” I shake my head.

“Does the headshake mean you won’t wear it?” Preston looks
visibly disappointed. “I’m sorry. I thought—”

I wave my hands to stop him from talking. “No, no, no. I’m
confused, that’s all. When did you get that?”

“Does it matter?”

I press my hand to my stomach, which is fluttering ridiculously.
“Yes,” I whisper. “It does.”

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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