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Book Title: Melody of
the Snow

Author and Publisher: Blake
Allwood

Cover Artist: Samrat
Acharjee

Release Date: November 16,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Opposites attract, instalove, hurt/comfort

Themes: self-discovery, new beginnings

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 72 850 words/350
pages

It is a standalone
story in the Melody Series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Family inheritance or his
own passion… Can he have both?

Blurb

Hunter’s life is turned upside down when he’s forced to
leave his ‘job of a lifetime’. When chance tosses him into the path of a very talented, and
handsome young nurse, his life takes on a new direction he never could’ve
anticipated.

Cam’s focus had shifted from pursuing his musical
passion to nursing. But a one-night stand quickly changes into so much more, especially
when that one-night stand ends up helping to run his late grandmother’s
resort.

Career changes, inheritances, and a greedy
corporation all make it seem impossible for these two men to make it. But, on the slopes of
Colorado, they might just find love in the melody of the snow.

Excerpt

I walked into the bar and immediately laid eyes on one of the
most handsome men I’d ever seen. He was tall, though several inches shorter than me, and
had that slim swimmer’s build that made me thirst to touch him. The fact that I caught him
checking me out made me smile. Maybe tonight was showing promise after all.

I was about to walk over to him when the drag queen onstage
began taunting him. After others joined in on it, he climbed onto the stage and started
singing.

At first, I thought he had to be lip-syncing, because no way did
someone randomly sing that well.

Of course, the more I watched from my vantage point, a head
taller than most people at the bar, I realized it was actually his voice.

I sat and listened, mesmerized, as he ran through a full set of
songs. He was about to leave the stage when the crowd demanded more, and during the
pause in performing, I had enough sense to pull my phone out and record his final song.

As he began to sing Queen’s “Somebody to Love,” I
felt my heart beat a little quicker. I wanted to be his somebody to love. No, fuck that,
no. I needed to find somebody for the night, somebody to get my rocks off with, that
was it. Once I started working for my aunt, my next opportunity to get away would be… well,
probably too long to even think about.

I made my way toward the stage the moment he began the
final bars of the song, recording him on my phone as I went. I wanted to be the first person
he ran into as he came offstage, because I wanted him with all I had in me, especially after
hearing his sultry singing voice.

The energy between us sparked, and it only took him a
moment to agree to a hookup. When he snapped my picture and texted it to his friend, it
made me like him that much more.

As a deputy, how often had I advised college kids to do that
very thing? “Let someone know who you’re leaving with,” I’d imparted dozens of times. Even
in our small town, several lives could’ve been spared if the kids had abided by that simple
rule.

By the time he returned, I was beginning to salivate at the
thought of having this sexy man’s body wrapped around mine.

I wasn’t one for physical affection outside the bedroom, but
when he took my hand as we drove my rental to the hotel, I didn’t pull away. This guy felt
different, like more than just a quick fuck, although that’s all it could possibly be.

Soon I would be headed for the mountains, miles away from
Denver, in the height of winter. At best, I’d only get back here in the spring. More likely,
though, my aunt would have me working so many hours I’d be lucky to see Denver next
summer.

This was a one-night stand, but damn, I was going to enjoy
every minute.

About the Author

Blake Allwood was born in
west TN, then moved to Kansas City MO after attending college in Lamoni, Iowa. He met his
husband in 1995 and they officially married in 2015, once gay marriage was legalized. In
2017, he and his husband sold their home, purchased an RV and began traveling the country
with their two dogs. Their travels provide the inspiration and settings for many of his
novels.

Typically, Blake can be found relaxing in the RV or
by the fire with his laptop and their Jack Russell Terrier, Buddy, curled up between his legs
demanding attention. Denver, their Siberian Husky mix is often asleep at his feet or playing
tug of war with Blake’s husband.

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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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