Contemporary MM Romance

NEW RELEASE: “The Locket’s Tale” by RJ Peterson.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title:
The Locket’s Tale

Author and Publisher:
RJ Peterson

Cover Artist: Ron Perry Graphic Design

Release Date: February 21, 2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Tropes: Older guys, small town

Themes: Just a hint of magic

Heat Rating: 3.5 flames
(there are only a couple of sex scenes, but they are
quite detailed)

Length: 22 600
words

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

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Sometimes love is just
lying there, waiting to be found.

Blurb

When Miles Wickford happens upon a locket one day

during his morning walk, little did he realize how his life would change.

Elias Grafton is frantic when his beloved locket is taken
from his antique shop. He fears it may be lost forever.

Miles is intrigued by the power the locket possesses but
can’t in good conscience keep what doesn’t belong to him. Although it can’t hurt to try it
once or twice, can it?

A locket brings these two men together. And fate, or the
locket’s magic, leads to so much more.

Sometimes love is just lying there, waiting to be
found.

A Locket’s Tale is a small town MM romance featuring
older guys, a lost locket, and just a hint of magic.

Excerpt

It was an ordinary day, much like every other in my life. I
awoke at seven without an alarm, my body tuned to the rhythms of my life. After a quick
shower, followed by coffee and a bagel, I set off on my morning ritual five-mile walk through
my neighborhood and around Milford Pond before returning home.

I was a freelance editor, and this was how I started each
day. It helped clear my mind. A brain reset, if you will, before delving into the next
manuscript.

I sometimes varied my route slightly, just for a bit of variety
in my otherwise oh-so-similar days, and this Friday was such a day. On my return home, I
turned right on Folsom Street, which would take me by a small park, complete with a
playground for the neighborhood children.

The park was empty at this hour, children already in school
this sunny but cool October morning. As I ambled down the sidewalk, I heard a dog barking
in the distance as something caught my eye on the pavement ahead of me. A ray of sunlight
reflected on its surface. A coin perhaps.

But as I approached, its form became more distinct.
Is that something on a chain? I stopped mere inches away and bent to retrieve it. A silver locket
in the shape of a book. And yes, a matching chain. Curious. I looked around but saw no one
who might have dropped it.

I examined the locket, noting the fine filigree work on the
front surrounding an oval gem—lapis lazuli was my first thought—where one might expect
to find a photo. Instead, the oval contained a cabochon of what appeared to be lapis lazuli. I
opened it, hoping to find something that might help to identify it or the owner and was
surprised to see words delicately engraved upon what looked like pages.

Despite my squinting, I couldn’t quite make out the words,
so I closed the locket and placed it in the front pocket of my jeans. I’d employ the help of a
magnifying glass to decipher the message once I returned home. And so I set off to complete
my journey, wondering what secrets this jewelry might hold.

* * *

Entering the back door of my Craftsman home, I shrugged
off my jacket and hung it on the peg just inside the kitchen entry. I filled my favorite Yeti
tumbler with ice and water, then proceeded to my office to begin the day’s work. But first, a
closer look at the locket.

Pulling it from my pocket, I placed it on the desk blotter and
grabbed a magnifying glass from the top drawer. I examined the front and back, but again,
found no distinguishing marks, so I opened it to study the message engraved inside.

Place this locket about
your neck,

Then close your eyes
and think

Upon a book that you
adore

And let the story
sink

Into your brain. Now
make a wish

And you will find,
indeed,

You’re in said story for a
day

Or more or less. Take
heed!

“Hmmm, that’s interesting,” I said aloud to the empty
room. “But it still doesn’t tell me who this trinket may belong to.” I shrugged, glancing at the
small digital clock on my desk only to see it was later than I realized. “I’ll give this more
thought later.” I opened the project management app on my iMac. “But now I really need to
get to work.”

About the Author

R.J. Peterson is a retired
graphic designer. An avid reader—preferably while sipping a vodka martini or bourbon on
the rocks—he’s had a long and varied career, including library page, car wash attendant,
travel agent, and graphic designer in the marijuana industry. In addition, he worked in the
banking industry for twenty-five years. He loves to travel and has been on 55+ cruises. When
not on a cruise, he and his husband live in New England.

He never planned to be a
writer, but a fateful day in January, 2021 changed it all. He woke with a story stuck in his
head and started typing. The more he types, the more ideas he gets.

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BOOK BLAST: “Runway Dreams” by T.K. Ambers. Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Runway Dreams: Prideful Vengeance

Author: T.K
Ambers

Publisher: Star Spirit
Adventures

Cover Artist:
Getcovers

Release Date: December 18,
2023

Genre: Murder Mystery with MM Romance

Tropes: Connect the Deaths, Never Suicide, & Everyone’s a
suspect.

Themes: Forgiveness, Family, Relationships, & Music.

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 78 671 words/ 275
pages

It’s part of a series, but this
book focuses on Alex and Matthew and can be read as a standalone.

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Music, murder, and
Pride, oh, my!

Blurb

To Alex Crimson, California means fun in the sun, but when
his favorite new LGBTQ+ pop idol goes missing, California marks the start of a deadly

nightmare.

As the disappearances continue, Alex fears the trail is
moving toward Tulsa. Could the killer be someone he knows? Thinking things can’t get any
worse, he unwittingly finds himself in the crosshairs of a friend’s volatile family
dispute.

Join the cast of Runway Dreams in this dark and
humorous murder mystery as they work to catch a serial killer, and avoid becoming the
victims of a friend’s lunatic brothers.

Excerpt

Alex saw Matthew coming up the aisle, and a pain gripped
his chest, sucking the air out of his lungs. Every hair on his body rose as he evaluated the
grim look on Matthew’s face.

“May I speak to you outside for a moment?” Matthew
whispered.

“Sure,” he replied. Somehow, he picked up his feet and
follow Matthew away from his guest’s prying eyes. “What’s going on?” he asked, forcing the
words out.

“Hector’s not here, Alex. We’ve checked the club, as well as
your house and his. He’s nowhere to be found.”

“Did you find any notes?” asked Alex.

“No.” Matthew could tell from the look on his friend’s face
that he was scared out of his mind. “Listen, I don’t want to think Hector would abandon you,
but this might simply be a case of wedding day nerves.”

Alex shook his head. “Simple. Is that what you think this is?
Nothing about this is simple, Matthew. We have one hundred guests sitting outside waiting
to witness our vows. We’ve spent a fortune on flowers, food, and cake. This is supposed to
be a happy reprieve from the depravity we’ve been pulled into over the past years,” said
Alex, his voice slowly rising, “and you’re telling me the man I’m in love with and due to
marry, this very day, has vanished just like his cousin, who turned up dead a day later! He
could be the killer’s next victim!”

Matthew raised his hand and said, “Calm down. I know it’s
easy to go into panic mode, but you mustn’t allow yourself to entertain the worst. We have
absolutely no information to go on except that he was supposed to marry you, and he didn’t
show up. I know it’s a terrible situation, no matter which way you view it, but we’ve got to
remain calm until we know what we’re dealing with. Maybe he’s stuck in traffic
somewhere?”

“Nooo!” shrieked Alex, his cheeks flushed as anger flashed
in his eyes. “This is unacceptable!” Dropping his head into his hands, his lip began to quiver.
“This is too much. Too freaking much. It’s bad enough I had to wear this cake-like makeup to
cover my heinous green and yellow eye, but now there won’t even be a wedding. I don’t
really care what you say, but go tell our guests they can enjoy some wine and canapes on
me. I don’t know what else to do.” The fight had been knocked out of him. “Send Hector’s
parents over. I’m sure they’ll want an explanation.” Matthew patted him on the back. “I’ll be
fine.” Pausing, he let out another deep sigh and added, “I hope.”

“I’m so sorry, Alex,” said Matthew. Turning away, he walked
back into the tent, noticing that Maddie had arrived and taken her seat, late as predicted.
Approaching Alex’s sisters, he said, “Ladies, I need you to keep calm, as I don’t want to scare
the guests, but Hector’s not here. I’ll deal with the guests if you’ll go console Alex.”

“Oh, no,” said Bell. “Do we know anything about what’s
happened to Hector?”

“No,” replied Matt. “I’m praying its cold feet or something
ridiculous slowing his arrival. You know how dramatic he can be. Anyway, I’m off to address
the guests. Wish me luck.”

“Okay, good luck,” said Bernie. “We’ll go take care of
Alex.”

Moving on, Matthew walked up to the microphone and
tapped on it. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid there will be no wedding today due to
unforeseen circumstances that must be dealt with. Alex and Hector will get back to you as
soon as they know when the wedding will take place. In the meantime, help yourselves to a
glass of sparkling wine and some canapes before you go. Thank you, and best wishes to you
all.” Turning off the microphone, he waved Hector’s parents to follow and headed back to
where the siblings were furiously discussing every possible scenario Hector might have
gotten into.

“What if he was in a car wreck and he’s in the hospital?”
asked Bell. “That isn’t far from what happened to me when Martin had me run off the
road.”

“I doubt it,” said Matthew, “but I’ll notify Thompson and
Wells and have the local hospitals checked immediately.”

As the siblings continued their discussion, Hector’s parents
walked over to them. “What’s happened?” asked Hector’s mother. “Where’s my son?” She
used all her strength to squeeze her husband’s hand.

“We’re not sure,” replied Matthew, “but I know Thompson
and Wells won’t stop looking until they find him.”

About the Author

T.K. Ambers is the award-
winning author of Runway Dreams A Pricey Affair. Her novel has been recognized in four
award competitions and took second place in the Pencraft Awards, Women’s Fiction
category.

Her love of reading and
writing spans several genres, but she loves comedy, thrillers, and paranormal. Most of her
work contains a comedic element.

She lives in New Richmond,
Wisconsin, with her husband and two cats, Bellatrix and Kit. She would spend her perfect
day lakeside, where she would swim, play games, and then wind down with a bonfire,
s’mores, and stories told by family and friends.

T.K. has a love for nature,
travel, photography, concerts, off-roading, and hiking (preferably to waterfalls). She also
holds a special place in her heart for her father’s band, 40 Fingers. She enjoys dancing to
their music.

She lives by the belief that life
is short and every day is its own adventure and should be treated as such.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “D.B. and Me” by Rob Rosen.

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Book Title: D.B. and
Me

Publisher: JMS
Books

Cover Artist: Rob
Rosen

Release Date: January 20,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, true crime, suspense, mystery

Tropes: Age gap, first
love

Themes: First time love, second
chances, reconciliation

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 57 000
words

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

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In the gripping tale of
D.B. and Me, the enigmatic hijacker, D.B. Cooper, parachutes into the unknown with
$200,000 in ransom money, but little does he know that his daring escape is just the
beginning of an unforeseen journey filled with mystery, suspense, and steamy
romance.

Blurb

In the gripping tale of D.B. and Me, the enigmatic hijacker, D.B.
Cooper, parachutes into the unknown with $200,000 in ransom money, but little does he
know that his daring escape is just the beginning of an unforeseen journey filled with
mystery, suspense, and steamy romance.

D.B., now Tim, finds himself along the banks of the
Columbia River attempting to fade into the shadows. However, fate has other plans when he
encounters Adam, a charismatic stranger who’s also in hiding. The air becomes charged with
anticipation as the two men become entangled in a mysterious dance, each harboring
secrets that could shatter the fragile equilibrium they’ve quickly established.

Tim’s initial plans to vanish into the vast expanse of Canada
are abruptly put on hold as the magnetic pull of Adam draws him into a world where passion
and danger collide. As their connection deepens while they wander through the snow-
covered forests of the Pacific Northwest, so does the labyrinth of unanswered questions
surrounding their pasts. The suspense thickens with every stolen glance, every shared
secret, as Tim and Adam navigate a love affair shadowed by the lingering echoes of several
daring crimes, all against the backdrop of the Vietnam War.

As the story unfolds, readers are taken on a heart-pounding
journey through a landscape of intrigue, where the line between right and wrong blurs, and
the boundaries of love are tested. Will Tim’s past catch up with him, will Adam’s, or will they
find a way to rewrite the narrative that destiny has penned for them?

D.B. and Me
is a riveting exploration of love in the face of danger, a tale where passion and suspense
interweave, leaving readers breathless and eagerly turning each page to unravel the secrets
hidden within the folds of this captivating romance. Will Tim find redemption or be
swallowed by the sadness of his past? And what about Adam and his troubled family and the
ever-nagging reminders of a horrible war that still plague him? Dive into the depths of
mystery and desire in this thrilling novel that will keep you on the edge until the very
end.

Excerpt

I could hear the door kick in, could hear the rush of them as
they swarmed the house. “Move,” I whispered to him.

“Move?”

I grabbed his hand again. This time when we crawled, we
didn’t have a choice. If they came with dogs, we were screwed. For now, we had a fighting
chance. It was dark as pitch beneath the house, but there was only one way to go:
away.

A minute went by, two. No one was following us. The
sounds of the police began to fade, though I could still hear them inside the house. Sounded
like they were searching for something. The pounding in my chest continued. “Where are we
Adam?” I heard from behind me.

I stopped crawling. “Better question, are the police here for
you or for me?”

There was the slightest of pauses. “Why you?” he
whispered.

“Why you?” I whispered back.

He chuckled. All in all, not perfect timing. “I sure do know
how to pick ‘em.”

I kept crawling. “To be fair, I found you.”

“To be fair,” he replied, “I chose to stay.” He sighed. “It was
the old man in the store. Had to be.”

We came to the end of the road. Or at least the end of the
tunnel. I’d say we were about five hundred feet or so away from the house and deeper in the
woods. The tunnel was maybe two feet high and three feet wide. There were clothes
stashed there, a couple of jackets, some money, bullets. This was my emergency tunnel. This
was clearly my emergency. Or his. Either way, we were now both being chased.

I handed him the clothes in the dark. We got dressed and I
pocketed the cash in my wallet, my wallet in my pants. I handed him his wallet. I shoved the
gun in the backpack. We again listened for the police. By then, all I could hear was our heavy
breathing.

“So,” he said.

“So?”

He tapped my shoulder. “You know how you asked me if I
ever had a boyfriend?”

I grinned. The tunnel smelled like earth, but I could still
detect the slightest scent of Tim. “You think now is a good time to revisit that
conversation?”

I could hear him moving around behind me. I could hear
the backpack scraping the tunnel’s walls. I heard it hit the ground. I heard him rummaging
around inside it just before I saw another beam of light. Thankfully, it was his, a flashlight lit
for me to see, the light now illuminating our dirtied, sweaty faces.

“You look like shit,” I said.

“I don’t feel a hell of a lot better,” he replied. “Will you be
my boyfriend, Adam?”

I laughed as quietly as was possible. “I think this might be
your oddest segue yet, Tim,” I told him. “The police are chasing one of us. We’re in a tunnel
in the woods in the middle of the night. This is not what I would consider a romantic
setting.”

He shook his head. He reached up and wiped the matted
hair from my face. “Yeah, but will you be my boyfriend, just the same?”

I sighed. “Tim,” I said. “I’d have sex you right now if you
asked me. I’d do anything you asked me, in fact. Ours, I would say, does not seem like a
healthy relationship. So, yeah, that’s a yes.” I blinked. “There a reason for all this?”

He nodded. “I need to show you something, but I wanted to
make sure it was safe to show you.”

“And,” I said, “you figured it would be safer if we were
boyfriends?”

His nod turned shrug. “Sounded better in my head, but
yes.” He leaned in, kissed me, kissed me again. “Plus,” he said, still panting from our recent
exertion, “if I were to die, say in the next few minutes or so, at least I had that. With
you.”

“I don’t think we’re going to die in the next few minutes,” I
told him. “If they had found the tunnel, we would’ve known about it already. Pretty well
hidden. You gotta know exactly where to look.”

“Or listen,” he said. “Because that does explain the
groaning I’d so recently heard when I sat in that chair you moved out of the way before we
ducked and covered.”

“Old house,” I said. “Groans everywhere. Besides, why even
look for a hidden tunnel in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Seems to me, it’s not the first
thought that would come to mind.” Which is why I built it in the first place. Apart from the
obvious reason: escape.

“Still.”

It was my turn to lean in and kiss him, then kiss him again.
Too bad the tunnel was so narrow, or I could’ve seriously had some fun him. Instead, I said,
“Okay, point taken. In any case, for now, we are still alive and newly minted boyfriends, so,
care to show me whatever it was you were going to show me?”

“Why are the police chasing you, Adam?”

“I killed a man,” I told him after the briefest of pauses. Felt
good to tell him. Felt good to say it out loud. My belly unknotted, if only by a hair.

“You killed seventeen men,” he replied.

I shook my head. “I killed the eighteenth after those. And
here. In the United States, I mean. And why are the police chasing you?”

With his free hand, he reached inside the backpack. When
the hand reemerged, it was clenched around a thick stack of bills. I peeked inside the
backpack, and all I saw was green. The forest around us quaked in apparent envy.

“I hijacked a plane,” he said.

About the Author

Multi-award-winning and
best-selling author/editor/anthologist Rob Rosen is the author of Sparkle: The Queerest
Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas, Hot Lava, Southern Fried, Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens
of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort, Fate, Midlife Crisis, Fierce, And God Belched, Mary,
Queen of Scotch, Ted of the d’Urbervilles, Sort of Dead, Genie in a Vodka Bottle, Bobby Ray
Breaks the Universe, and D.B. and Me. His short stories have appeared in more than 200
anthologies. You can read some of his best ones in Short Spurts, Short Spurts 2, and Short
Spurts 3. He is also the editor of Lust in Time: Erotic Romance Through the Ages, Men of the
Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015 and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1, 2, 3 and
4.

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NEW RELEASE: “Crushed Ice” by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Crushed
Ice

Author: Ashlyn Kane &
Morgan James

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: L.C.
Chase

Release Date: February 6,
2023

Genre: Contemporary MM Sports Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers,
teammates to lovers, rookie/veteran, age gap, workaholic/slacker

Themes: Coming of age,
learning to accept and ask for help, self-acceptance, independence, pressure on professional
athletes, injury, romantic comedy

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 99 844 words/ 302
pages

This is a part of the
Hockey Ever After series, but all the books in the series can be read as standalones.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Defensemen can score
too.

 

Blurb

When Liam Belanger gets a professional tryout with the
Miami Caimans, he’s hoping to land a roster spot that’ll keep him from bussing tables. If he
can make the team and score a tryout in bed with Russ Lyons, the veteran defenseman
who’s appointed himself Liam’s mentor, that would be the icing on the sweet hockey
cake.

Living life by a strict set of rules has worked out well for
Russ. He has a great career, great friends, and a great family, even if they do keep setting him
up with hometown honey traps. But he can’t stop time, and now, despite all his planning,
he’s looking at his last year with the Caimans before the uncertainty of free agency. Maybe
that’s why he finds sunny, free-spirited Liam so attractive.

He’s still not going to sleep with his rookie.

Probably.

Liam starts the season in the minors, but it’s not long
before he gets a shot at the Big Show. His year is shaping up to be a dream come true—even
before Russ picks up on Liam’s passes and proves defensemen can score too.

 

Excerpt

The last time they ran through the set play, Yeti dumped
Liam on his ass. Baller and Jonesy hooted with laughter as Liam’s gloves and stick went yard-
saling over the ice.

Typical way to welcome a new defenseman. Russ snowed to
a stop next to his temporary partner. “How you doing down there?”

Liam muttered a handful of French-Canadian expletives. He
reached up with a bare hand and Russ hauled him to a sitting position. “I feel like I got hit by
a truck.”

“Yeti’ll do that to you. You good?”

Liam shook his head. “I’m good.” He got to his feet. “Jesus.
How much does he weigh?”

“Significantly more when he’s moving that fast.” Russ
clapped Liam’s shoulder as they skated off to let the next groups practice. They were done
for now, so he had time to give Liam a little more feedback. “That’s something you’ll have to
get used to.”

“What?” Liam pulled himself up on the half boards.

“Checking.” When Liam looked at him, Russ elaborated,
“You flinch.”

Liam’s mouth dropped open. “I do not!”

“Twenty bucks says the video review shows otherwise.”
Russ had seen it before with guys who came up through the college system, which focused
on speed over hits, since they wanted their players to keep their brains unscrambled long
enough to graduate. “It’s fine. You’re not the first. You’re going to have to work on it,
though.”

“Not a lot of guys in college are Yeti-sized.” Liam’s mouth
twisted into a wry smile, but he seemed genuinely upset, like the root of the problem
bothered him.

Russ snorted. “Not a lot of guys in the NHL are either. Or
outside of it.” Yeti was six foot nine and built like a linebacker. “Are you trying to bulk up for
the season?”

“Was that a hint?” Liam grabbed his water bottle from the
bench and waggled it. The joker was still there, but Russ was pretty sure he meant the
question. “Think I should fill one of these with Ensure or something?”

God.
“That’s one way to make sure no one ever steals your drink.”

“Seriously, though.” Liam put the bottle down. There was a
smudge of blue at the corner of his mouth. “Do you think I’m too skinny?”

Russ must’ve given him a look that broadcast his thoughts,
because Liam rolled his eyes and amended, still more than half serious, “For
hockey. I’m not asking you to compliment my figure. I know I’m hot.”

“I think you’re a kid.” At that age Russ could’ve eaten his
body weight in M&M’s and barely gained a pound. “Putting on weight at your age when
you burn calories like we do isn’t easy. But you could work with the trainers on some
exercises that’ll help you stay upright when someone his size hits you. Or when you hit
them.”

Liam made a sad noise. “I always used to think those videos
were funny. You know, tiny forward tries to check an absolute monster like Mikhail
Kipriyanov, then ends up on his ass.”

“You’re going to be one of those videos,” Russ assured him.
Maybe he shouldn’t inflate the kid’s hopes, but if he did his time in the AHL, he’d make it. It
wouldn’t take long.

Liam straightened his shoulders like that was a great
compliment. “I’m going to be one of those videos.” He shook his head and more of his usual
humor returned. “I’m not even tiny. Just tiny compared to him.” He looked sideways at Russ
and his voice dropped and took on a suggestive tone. “And you. You’re big. What do you
eat?”

Russ glanced over and found Liam watching him with
trouble written all over his face.

Surely he couldn’t be serious. He didn’t even know Russ
was gay.

Which meant he was being a little shit. Russ shouldn’t
encourage him, but he couldn’t let him get away with thinking he had the last word either.
“Anything within range.”

This kid’s sass was going to cost him so much money if he
officially joined the team. He hopped off the boards again and leaned close enough to put
himself directly into Russ’s space. “Sounds like you have a pretty healthy appetite.”

Good grief. Russ had to laugh, because there was no
way Liam was trying to pick him up with a game that bad. “Do these lines really work for
you?”

Undaunted, Liam grinned and cocked his hip so his ass
stuck out. “Don’t usually need ’em.”

Between Liam’s body, the slight dimple in his cheek, and
the unruly curls, Russ could see why, but he wasn’t going to pump his tires. “Well, kid,
welcome to the Big Show. Get used to putting in another level of effort.”

Then he skated off to the next drill before Liam could
decide he should start putting in that effort now.

 

 

About the Authors

Ashlyn Kane likes to think she
can do it all, but her follow-through often proves her undoing. Her house is as full of half-
finished projects as her writing folder. With the help of her ADHD meds, she gets by.


An early reader and talker, Ashlyn has always had a
flair for language and storytelling. As an eight-year-old, she attended her first writers’
workshop. As a teenager, she won an amateur poetry competition. As an adult, she received
a starred review in Publishers
Weekly for her novel Fake Dating the Prince. There were quite a few years in the middle there, but who’s counting?

Her hobbies include DIY home decor, container
gardening (no pulling weeds), music, and spending time with her enormous chocolate
lapdog. She is the fortunate wife of a wonderful man, the daughter of two sets of great
parents, and the proud older sister/sister-in-law of the world’s biggest nerds.

Morgan James is a clueless
(older) millennial who’s still trying to figure out what they’ll be when they grow up and
enjoying the journey to get there. Now, with a couple of degrees, a few stints in Europe, and
more than one false start to a career, they eagerly wait to see what’s next. James started
writing fiction before they could spell and wrote their first (unpublished) novel in middle
school. They haven’t stopped writing since. Geek, artist, archer, and fanatic, Morgan tends to
pass their free hours with in imaginary worlds and people on pages and screens—it’s an
addiction. As is their love of coffee and tea. They live in Canada with their massive collection
of unread books, where they are the personal servant of too many four-legged
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NEW RELEASE: “Skin and Bones” by Sophia Soames

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: SKIN and
BONES (London Love)

Author and Publisher: Sophia
Soames

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: January 31,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Grumpy/Sunshine

Themes: Eating disorder, domestic violence, hotel setting.

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 92 000 words

SKIN AND BONES is best enjoyed if read after
TASTE.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Hugo Burrows has life under control.

He’s got a decent job, a long-term relationship and
a flat in Canary Wharf.

It’s all under control. It’s just becoming a little
problematic trying to hold everything together. Keeping the bruises on his skin hidden away.
A smile plastered on his face. Controlling the calories he allows his body to consume. And
now his boss is on his back with too many questions, and the grumpy French head chef
keeps staring at him like he’s a freak or something.


Everything is under control. It has to
be.

Ben Desjardins may be the Head Chef at the Clouds
Hotel but he definitely hasn’t got anything under control. His relationship with his best
friend is crumbling and simply turning up for work seems to automatically cause never
ending chaotic disasters. Yet there is something about the new concierge that has crawled
straight under his prickly skin.

Ben doesn’t need more complications in his life.
The last thing he needs is to inconveniently, and reluctantly… fall in love.

SKIN AND BONES is best enjoyed if read after
TASTE.

Reader Advisory. This book
contains the following topics: Eating disorders, OCD, domestic violence and sexual assault.
Please look after yourself and take care if these topics could upset you.

Excerpt

So, the new concierge, his name was Hugo, and he was tall and
skinny—far too skinny if you asked me—with a head full of bouncy blonde curls, thick, dark
eyebrows over deep-set eyes, sharp cheekbones and plump, puffy lips. He seemed like a
nice bloke, stood up for himself. Finn moaned about him, saying something about the guy
being great at his job but an untidy bugger. The floor around his desk was always a disaster
zone of scrunched-up pieces of paper and torn-up leaflets. Finn wasn’t wrong. I could see
stuff on the floor from where I was, while Hugo gave directions to some guests, arms flailing,
his phone miraculously still pinched between his cheek and his shoulder. He smiled at
something. I smiled too. He had that kind of smile.

Dropping my cigarette on the ground, I squashed out the
embers with my shoe. So sue me. I was French. Had grown up there, then moved to England
with my mum in my teens and had to adapt to being Ben instead of Benjamin after my
arsehole dad kicked us out. I didn’t take shit from anyone.

It hadn’t been bad. Just…my life hadn’t become quite what I’d
expected.

I strode back through the lobby with confidence, smiling
politely at our maître d’hôtel, who pursed their lips at me. Yeah, I was a dick. I had tomato
juice down my front, and my apron was covered in cooking fat. I looked a state and shouldn’t
be anywhere near paying guests. I knew it. Mabel knew it. I actually liked them. A lot. Today,
our super-efficient restaurant leader rocked a shocking-pink dress and sky-high heels with a
face full of make-up. Some days, they presented as a stunning bloke, other days, like today,
they wouldn’t look out of place on the cover of a women’s fashion magazine, and they knew
it too.

“Looking good, Mabs.”

“Oh shut it, Ben.” They grinned and blushed while giving me a
full head-to-toe inspection. “You really need to go change, babes. Honestly, you’ll give Mark
a heart attack.”

“You mean I look that good?” I laughed, enjoying another of
Mabel’s many smirks.

“You look like shit, babes. How are you ever going to get laid
when you walk around looking like someone has dragged you face down through the walk-in
fridge?”

“Bah,” I huffed and left them to it. I washed my hands and
ripped off my apron, dropping it in the laundry chute and grabbing a fresh one from the
shelf before glancing over the line. All under control. Nobody panicking.

“Watch the liquid,” I commented to one of the trainees as they
flipped a tray of mushrooms into a serving dish and splattered juice all over the hot plate.
Yeah. Newbies. They had to learn, usually the hard way, and there wasn’t much I could do
other than show them how to do it the right way, remind them to watch the bloody timings,
let them make mistakes and hope they didn’t kill themselves in the process.

I looked down at my own battered hands. I had too many scars
to count. Cuts, burns. My hands had survived years of being battered on the rugby pitch,
which was nothing compared to getting fingers stuck in blenders and close encounters with
sharp knives.

I blamed my mum, getting me into cooking when my hand-eye
coordination had been blasted to hell. I had to concentrate, not be stressed, keep focused
for my mind to function the way it was supposed to, not that it ever did, and this was a
working kitchen. My entire shift was always one huge, stress-induced, disaster-prone
trial.

“You all right?” Mark appeared next to me in his immaculate
suit, his hair up in a tidy man-bun and eyebrows tightly knitted. Arms crossed, he surveyed
our little world. Him and me, we were brothers, partners in crime, a duo of idiots who
should have known better, but we worked well together, and there was nowhere else I
would rather work than here with him by my side.

“All good,” I said, mirroring his pose.

“The boys out there,” he said conspiratorially. “They’re placing
bets on who can get a hook-up with Hugo. There’s good money involved.”

“Hell.” I sighed, rolled my eyes harder than Mabel. “He gay
then?”

“I went over and asked him. He just laughed, so yeah. Between
you and me, he lives with his long-term boyfriend down in Canary Wharf, so I think all the
boys are barking up a dead tree, but I’m not going to tell them. Are you?”

“Nah.” I laughed. I wasn’t. As long as they did their job and
made my food look good, I wasn’t getting involved with anything. And anyway, this Hugo?
None of my business.

Rolling up my sleeves, I plonked my arse down by my little
office set-up and logged into the laptop. I had orders to sign off, menus to plan, things to do.
A life to live. Mark shook his head and disappeared back out to the restaurant.

This Hugo? God help him.

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 dogs are too.

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

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NEW RELEASE: “Game On” by Amy Aislin

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Game
On

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: LC
Chase

Release Date: January 30,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M hockey romance

Tropes: Roommates, forced proximity, hockey, slow burn

Themes: taking risks, trusting yourself

Length: 69 000 words / 275
pages

Heat Rating: 3 flames

It’s book three in the
Vancouver Orcas trilogy, but can be read on its own.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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When he broke off his engagement to his team captain’s

brother the day before their wedding, Jamie Jamieson swore he’d never get involved with
anyone associated with a teammate again. Getting traded to the Orcas is a chance at a fresh
start, but one glance at his new housemate, and Jamie knows he’s in way over his head.


Dorian is his new coach’s cousin. And his team’s
social media coordinator. And his housemate.

It’s the trifecta of bad ideas.

Dorian Shore doesn’t do hockey. He’s lived by that rule for
years, ever since a season playing as a kid left him with emotional scars. But his new
housemate—a big, buff, beautiful athlete who gets under his skin—makes him seriously
consider doing a hockey player.

It’s not a good idea.

They live together.

They work together.

When the sparks between them ignite, will it be game on or
game over?

 

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It was Jamie’s own bad luck that Dorian looked like a
walking, talking version of his every wet dream. He was tall—more or less Jamie’s own
height of six two—and slender but toned, with a pointed chin and a small nose. His skin was
winter pale, several shades lighter than Jamie’s more naturally tan tones, and it contrasted
sharply with the two days’ worth of stubble on his jaw and upper lip and the rich brown hair
that looked thick enough for Jamie to grab onto.

Gulp.

“Where’s the rest of your stuff?” Dorian peered around
him. “Still in the car?”

“Nah, this is it,” Jamie said, forcing his mind back on track.
“I’ll head back to Charlotte at the end of the season for the rest of it and have it shipped to a
storage unit so I don’t clutter up your home.” Assuming Jamie hadn’t found a place to live by
then.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got the space. We can store
your stuff in the basement.”

“I thought you were putting Jamieson in the basement,”
Coach piped in, arms crossed over his chest. With his height, thick beard, and broad
shoulders, it made him look imposing as fuck.

“There’s no bed down there,” Dorian said.

“You could’ve gotten one.”

“Uh, I’d really rather have a bedroom than a basement,”
Jamie interjected, picturing a lone bed among exposed pipes, insulation, and spiders. The
stuff a kid’s nightmares were made of.

“Oh, it’s finished,” Dorian said, waving a hand. “There are
three bedrooms down there, as well as a full kitchen and a separate entrance.”

Three bedrooms? In the basement?

“Exactly,” Coach said. “Had you put a bed in one of the
rooms, Jamieson would’ve had his own apartment.”

Dorian crossed his arms over his chest, matching Coach’s
posture, and glared, his eyes going all fiery. “Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? You’re the
one who said you didn’t want him in a sterile apartment. Trust me, my basement is very
fucking sterile.”

Jamie had just come from a team where he’d been treated
like a pariah after his breakup with the team captain’s brother, and now he had two men
arguing over what would make him most comfortable.

He didn’t quite swallow a laugh. His aborted chuckle drew
the gaze of both men.

Rolling his eyes, Dorian huffed a breath. “You’re right. We’re
being stupid.”

Now Jamie laughed outright. “I didn’t say
anything.”

“Your face said it all.”

Well. That was probably true.

 

 

About the Author

Amy’s lived with her head in
the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages
means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade
when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates
eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She
writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the
planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.

An unapologetic introvert,
Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with
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NEW RELEASE: “Port in a Storm” by Rhys Ford. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Port in a Storm (Sinners Series)

Author: Rhys
Ford

Publisher:
Dreamspinner

Cover Artist: Rhys
Ford

Release Date: January 23,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Married M/M Couple foster / adopt child

Themes: Dealing with childhood trauma, questioning whether the past
makes a bad father, found family

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 59 000 words/ 200
pages

It is book 8 in
the Sinner’s Gin Series and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

San Francisco SWAT Lieutenant Connor Morgan and
Crossroads Gin drummer Forest Ackerman make an odd couple. Connor, an Irish-born cop
from a tight-knit family, never imagined he’d find his happily-ever-after with a raised-on-the-
streets musician, but Forest had the gentlest soul he’d ever met. After a long, hard road of
heartbreak, murder, and trouble, they fell hard in love and married.

Then Fate intervenes and throws their lives into a chaos
neither one of them is prepared for.

During a brutal SWAT raid, Connor stumbles on Tate, an
abused, vulnerable little boy caught in a shoot-out with his father’s drug-running gang. As
heavy fire riddles the walls, an injured Connor rescues Tate from the fray… only to be struck
numb when a caseworker pries a sobbing Tate from his arms.

Scarred from his own childhood experiences, Forest doubts
he can be a good enough father, but Connor assures him they can give Tate what he needs
and more. Soon they are on an insane ride where trust and affection are hard-earned,
especially when coming from a little boy raised in society’s filthiest gutters. Facing down
every challenge thrown their way, they battle to give Tate what Connor treasures and Forest
never had—a family to call his own.

Excerpt

“Got a little boy—I think—here. Anywhere clear to get him
out?” Pain flared in Connor’s shoulder when he moved. The child’s weight pulled down on
his muscles, straining the tender spots blooming on his back. He’d either landed in
something wet or the hits he’d taken were more serious than he thought.

“Negative, but I can give you cover,” Yamamoto said over
the comm. “Working back down the hall. Can you hold?”

“Holding.” Connor wrapped his arms around the boy’s
torso, trying to cover as much as possible. “Get your arms down, kiddo, and grab anything
you can on my vest.”

The child was rigid, legs stick straight and stiff. His tiny
hands were dotted with bruises and dried blood, his knuckles bleached white when his
fingers tightened around the straps on Connor’s armor. He buried his face into Connor’s
chest, breathing hard and heavy when another round of gunfire opened up in the
hall.

A pair of large dark shadows fell across the opening in the
wall, and then Yamamoto angled his back against one side of the broken drywall. He gave
Connor a hand signal, then counted down from three to a closed fist and began a heavy
barrage of sprayed shots. Gun drawn, Connor ducked out to the right, keeping the boy
against his chest. He moved quickly, pausing at openings and long stretches of the hallway,
alert to any movement.

When his boots hit the living room floor, Yamamoto gave
the all-clear to move the fight to the back of the house again, leaving Connor with an easier
egress. The young man they’d left for the other team was gone, hopefully safe and sound
away from the raid. The pain along Connor’s shoulders was turning from a dull throb to a
raging fire, and as he tried to clear the mound of debris, he stumbled and caught the tip of
his boot on something hard. The kid let out a short yelp of terror when Connor’s grasp
loosened. Then he sobbed brokenly as Connor tightened his grip.

“I’m not going to drop you,” he reassured the little boy.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

About the Author

Rhys Ford is an award-
winning author with several long-running LGBT+ mystery, thriller, paranormal, and urban
fantasy series and is a two-time LAMBDA finalist with their Murder and Mayhem novels. She
is published by Dreamspinner Press and Rogue Firebird Press.

They’re also quite skeptical about bios without a dash of something personal
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with Harley, a grey tuxedo with a flower on her face, Badger, a disgruntled alley cat who isn’t
sure living inside is a step up the social ladder as well as Gojira who is a chaos goblin
masquerading as a tabico. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep of a 1979 Pontiac Firebird and
enjoys murdering make-believe people.

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BOOK BLAST: “The Hot Mess Prince” by Emily Spade

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: The Hot
Mess Prince

Author and Publisher: Emily
Spady

Cover Artist: Morganically
Sourced

Release Date: October 13,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: royals, prince/assistant, opposites attract, romantic
comedy

Themes: redemption, self-acceptance, family

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 57 795 words/ 205
pages

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

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A sweet, snarky m/m
romance with kittens, cheese festivals, royal gossip, and a guaranteed HEA.

Blurb

Neel Batra is good–no, great–at his job. A consummate

professional despite all the chaos of managing one of the most notorious party boy royals in
Europe, he never lets Prince Thibault get under his skin. Well, almost never. And he certainly
doesn’t entertain any thoughts or feelings that are less than professional. Especially after an
image rehab campaign sees Neel and the prince working in closer conditions than
ever.

Prince Thibault d’Archimbault may be a disaster,
but even he knows certain things–and people–are off limits. Even if he can’t help noticing
his assistant’s pretty eyes, and how fun it is to annoy him. Can he practice self-control for
once in his life and stay out of Neel Batra’s way, even while they work together on cleaning
up Thibault’s reputation? Or will things get distinctly … messy?

Excerpt

“I don’t have a
car.” Three years working for the prince, and the man knew nothing about him. Typical. “I
rode my bicycle.”

“Of course you did. Doing your duty, right? Protecting the
environment and all that.” Thibault had a smug little smile on his face, like Neel had
completely failed to surprise him. “Doesn’t it ever get tiring?”

“What gets tiring is lack of sleep. Which is why I’m leaving
now,” Neel said, making no move to get up.

“Stay here for a bit. Have a drink with me. I’ll get Viola to
drive you home if you’re worried about biking under the influence.”

“Absolutely not. You shouldn’t be out here, either.” Neel
pointed a finger at him across the hot tub. “We’re starting your twelve-step plan or
whatever it is tomorrow and you need your sleep, too. More than I do. You’ll be the one in
the photos, and we can’t have you looking all gray and hungover.”

Thibault shrugged. His chest was flushed from the heat, his
hair curling into his eyes. “Honestly? I couldn’t sleep either. I’m… I’m trying to take this
seriously, Batra. Whether you believe me or not. And it’s making me nervous.” He poured a
refill into the glass and held it out. “Come on. One drink. Just stay and… talk to me. Until I
feel sleepy.”

The glass was sweaty with condensation as Neel took it
from his hand. “I’m only drinking this so that you won’t,” he warned, and finished it in one
gulp, before he could have any foolish thoughts about how Thibault’s mouth had been on
the glass, his pink, pouty, irritating mouth–

“You, er,” said Thibault.

“We’ve all been to university, your highness,” Neel said
archly.

“Yes, but you probably weren’t shooting 100-year
Ankenbrandian pear brandy.”

Neel shrugged, feeling the red bloom of alcohol in his
stomach, the tension beginning to seep out of his shoulders, his neck. “So, I’m to tell you a
bedtime story now, is that it? Don’t recall it being part of my job description. But who knows
what my job is at this point.”

Thibault took a swig from the bottle, then refilled Neel’s
glass. “I guess I was just hoping that you had some plan for tomorrow. You’re so good at
plans.”

Neel really ought to sip this one slowly, but he was enjoying
how the over-excited clock in his head had finally started to tick down, and the stars were
bright overhead and the mountains gleamed in the distance and Prince Thibault was
glistening across from him like some male siren that had just emerged from the Aegean sea,
and it was time, wasn’t it, that Neel told him exactly what he thought about all of this
nonsense?

“You
are the one who came up with all of this. There
is no plan. You’re petting kittens, for fucksake.”

“Right, but, what should I wear?”

Neel waved his hand in the air dismissively. “Something
casual but expensive that shows off your chest. Do you really need me to tell you all this?
Just pet the kittens and look cute. Why did you choose all of these things if you don’t even
want to do them?”

Thibault ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I knew I needed
to tell grandmother something. And they are things I wanted
to do. Most of them. Some I chose because I knew they’d annoy you.”

“I thought so. Pour me another drink.”

“You sure you’re going to be all right? The water’s really
hot, and you’ve had like four shots. I’m a heavy pourer.”

“You owe me, Thibault.”

The prince slid across the hot tub, and Neel flinched at the
sudden hand on his forehead. “Hm, yeah, I don’t think so,” Thibault murmured. “You’re
really warm.”

“Don’t pretend you care,” Neel said, holding himself as still
as possible so he wouldn’t melt. “Don’t pretend to be responsible.”

“I’m not,” Thibault said. “But you are, and you’re going to
be hating yourself if you’re too hungover to get a perfectly adorable picture of me and those
cats tomorrow. C’mon, Batra, let’s get you up.” He hoisted Neel onto his feet. “Out we go.
We’ve got a date with some baby kittens.”

“‘Baby kittens’ is redundant,” Neel said, and
fainted.

About the Author

Emily Spady lives in the
Pacific Northwest of the United States with her husband and cat. This is her first novel.

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