RELEASE BLITZ: “The Phisher King 4: Honeypot” by Clancy Nacht & Thursday Euclid”

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Book Title: The Phisher King 4: Honeypot

Author: Clancy Nacht &
Thursday Euclid

Publisher: Eine Kleine
Press

Cover Artist: Clancy
Nacht

Release Date: June 22,
2021

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romantic Suspense/Thriller

Trope/s: Daddy/boy, mercs with hearts of gold.

Themes: Hurt/comfort

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 72 000 words/279
pages

It Is not a standalone story.

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Is Dark Sun an olive
branch from Barnes to the men he betrayed,

or is this the honeypot
that will secure their demise?

Blurb

It’s been a long road to recovery since FBI Agent Cal Riggs
and his hacker boyfriend Hunter Walsh’s last showdown with the treacherous Justin Barnes.
His betrayal during
False Flag left Cal and Hunter scarred and shaken. As their friends Sam
Dupre and Rob Crawford dealt with domestic terrorism in Olympia during
Penetration Test,
Hunter and Cal fought to regain a sense of normalcy that never materialized.


The Bureau under the Trump Administration takes
a punitive attitude toward Cal’s passion of fighting white nationalism, and his employment
there grows less tenable by the day. Meanwhile, Hunter deals with the uncertainty of
Barnes’s continued freedom by taking extreme steps to enhance the security of the condo
he shares with Cal. No part of their lives has escaped Barnes’s poisoned touch.


When a shady corporate lawyer shows up on the
doorstep while Cal’s at work, Hunter takes the meeting and discovers Barnes’s plan B: In his
absence, he wants to bequeath his mercenary company, Dark Sun, to his former FBI partner
and lover, no other than Callum Riggs. But what is Cal going to do with Barnes’s mercs? Can
he really leave the Bureau he’s been part of since graduation? Well, if Hunter has a say,
that’s exactly what Cal will do.


But life in the private sector is dangerous, too.
Enemies hide in plain sight in Dark Sun’s every office, and there’s no knowing who still
supports Barnes and his deadly extremist agenda. Is the mercenary company an olive
branch from Barnes to the men he betrayed, or is this the honeypot that will secure their
demise?

CW: Violence,
brief sexual violence (not between MCs; no rape), white nationalist terrorism

Excerpt

“Feet. Off. The. Furniture,” Cal gritted out, something
sparking behind his dark eyes.


“What, you’re the boss for one day and you think
you can just start ordering people around?” Hunter pouted and squirmed down, pushing his
feet farther onto the table.


“I’ve been the boss of you a lot longer than
that.” Cal’s flat delivery and the challenge in his expression lit a fire in Hunter. It was

honestly surprising they hadn’t just fucked over his seriously uncomfortable desk right in
front of everyone this afternoon.


Before Hunter could act, Cal dropped Bruiser on
him and then leaned down and physically knocked Hunter’s feet off the coffee table.


Hunter caught Bruiser, but quickly released him
onto the couch so he wouldn’t get stuck in the middle of everything. The force with which
Cal pushed Hunter’s feet turned him sideways, and he barely caught himself so he didn’t
topple to the floor.


“You gonna work out some aggression on Mike
Hunt?”


“You and your frakking pranks.” Cal grabbed Hunter
around the waist and shoved him back on the luxurious sofa, pushing him into a corner and
pinning him there with a hand on his shoulder and another on his inner thigh.


That sculpted face and its fading scars loomed
inches from Hunter’s nose as Cal stared him down. “You do this crap on purpose, I’m
convinced. Mike frakking Hunt. It’s like you’re begging for it. Do you have any idea how
difficult it was for me to be professional today?”


“I was trying to be good. I didn’t even drop
anything so you could see how my ass looks when I bend over to pick it up. Didn’t matter,
though. I saw you checking me out. Wonder what Rory thinks you’re hiring me for.”


Hunter had removed his jacket when he’d gotten
home, leaving him in a snug black t-shirt and the stretchy jeans. “You gonna give me a
full-time job, Daddy?”


“If you play your cards right, you little brat.”

About the Authors

Together, Texans and platonic
life partners Thursday Euclid and Clancy Nacht write queer novels that span genres, with
intense romances and a seamless shared narrative voice.

They published their first

co-written novel, the m/m rock star romance Black Gold, in 2010, and now have over a
decade of award-winning collaborations under their exquisite belts. Recent titles include the
twisted romance His Fake Prison Daddy and the Phisher King series, in which an uptight
federal agent and a bratty hacker go from enemies to lovers while solving a hate
crime.

Though Elder Millennial trans
man Thursday and Gen X gender outlaw Clancy live three hours apart, they are inseparable.
Their friendship is a perfect example of the Grumpy/Sunshine trope, which makes Thursday
very happy. Clancy thinks it’s all right.

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Book Title: The Art of Living

Author: Abrianna
Denae

Cover Artist: Pretty in Ink
Creations

Release Date: June 10,
2021

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Tropes: Single dad, hurt/comfort, office romance, slow burn

Themes: Trust, meddling family

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 35 000 words/ 90
pages

It is a standalone book,
though the reader may be interested in The Gift of Believing, a companion book
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Letting go is the hardest
thing a person can do…

 

Blurb

Robert Harper has spent the past seventeen years living for his son. He doesn’t know who
he is if he’s not being a caregiver and protector all rolled into one.

Niall Ross is finally ready to make a life of his own. After years spent making sure his younger
brother had everything he needed, it’s time for Niall to discover who he is.

All it takes is one glance across a crowded meeting room for the men to feel a connection,
but Robert is terrified his life is too complicated for the other man. Luckily, Niall has patience
in abundance. With a little help from Robert’s meddling family, the two begin a tentative
relationship.

Just as they’re finding their footing, all of Robert’s worst fears come to life and he falters
under the pressure. Niall takes the challenge to show Robert that he’s a safe place to lean
on, but when his own life begins to unravel, he places his heart in Robert’s hands. When two
independent men are forced to trust each other will the love win out, or will vulnerability
and fear cause them to lose the best thing they didn’t even know they had.

 

Excerpt

“You really want me to date?”

Garrett nods. “I want you to live your life. I know you’re going to argue and say that you
have everything you need with me, and Uncle Jared, and Sam. Maybe that’s true, but I also
can’t help but feel guilty because if I wasn’t me then maybe you’d have found someone else
by now.”

“Garrett, no, you know that’s not true,” I say gently. “Those other people I dated when you
were younger, they didn’t last because they weren’t right for our family. If anyone can’t
handle me and everything I come with, then they’re not worth my time.”

He studies me with those dark, wise eyes of his. “Does this mean you’ll give Niall a chance
then? Because he’s different, I can feel it.”

Shit. I walked right into that one.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I’d be open to trying.”

Garrett smiles and whips out his phone. I don’t bother asking who he’s texting, since the
pieces are starting to slowly fall into place. I look at Presley, “They planned this, didn’t
they?”

Pres smiles and nods. “Jared thought you both needed a little intervention.”

I shake my head and laugh a bit because my family is insane.

Garrett is still texting away while Presley and I clean up the kitchen. I try to tell Pres that he
doesn’t need to help since he and Gare cooked, but he waves me off.

I just get the dishwasher started when my phone rings. The display reads Niall and my
mouth suddenly goes dry while my stomach begins to tie itself into knots.

Both boys stare at me as I accept the call. “Hello?”

“Hi,” pause, and then Niall laughs, “This is more awkward than I thought it’d be.”

I smile and turn away from the teenage busybodies. “I seriously doubt whatever you have to
say is more awkward than the dinner I just had.”

He laughs again. “They tried to butter you up with food, huh?”

I groan. “Yes. When’d they get to you?”

“Sam talked to me this afternoon. Then they added me to a group chat a few hours ago and
promptly blew up my phone with texts about twenty minutes or so ago.”

I sigh. “I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s fine,” Niall assures. “They’re just looking out for you.”

“They’re nosy and need to learn how to mind their own business.” I look over my shoulder
to find Garrett and Presley sitting at the table, hanging onto my every word. Shaking my
head, I stride from the room in search of some privacy.

“So if I were to ask you to dinner, you’d say no?”

“I guess you should ask and find out.”

Niall chuckles a bit. “Will you have dinner with me, Robert?”

My heart stutters in my chest and it takes a moment for me to get my mouth working. “Yes,”
I finally manage to say.

“Great. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is perfect.”

“I’ll text you the details unless someone else does it for me.”

I snort. “That’s a high possibility. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he repeats. “Have a good night, Robert.”

“You too.”

The line goes dead and a part of me mourns the loss of his voice. Taking a steadying breath,
I let the giddy feeling of a first date wash over me. I’ll never tell my family this, but I’m glad
they decided to interfere with my life. I never would have had the guts to do this myself.

Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

 

 

About the Author

Abrianna Denae is a
twenty-four-year-old author living in Northern California. An English major, she has always
had a passion for writing.

Deciding to sit down and
write one of the many stories that had plagued her mind for years was the easy
part—finding the time to do it was a different story.

Caffeine is her best friend,
and sleep is her worst enemy.

A lover of books that make
the reader feel something, she tries to incorporate as much of her real-world views and
feelings into her stories as she can.

 

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Book Title: Lawful Attraction

Author: Elouise
East

Publisher: Elouise
East

Cover Artist: Maria
Vickers

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Trope: Opposites
attract

Themes: Protecting those
they care about; life, love, family and beating the odds

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: approx 70 000
words

It is the final book (book 9) in
the Crush series, but is a standalone story.

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There’s a fine line
between protecting and stalking…

Blurb

An MM romance about life, love, family and beating
the odds, especially when it involves a police officer and a dancer.

There’s a fine line between protecting and
stalking…

Logan has unwavering loyalty to the law, and when he finds
Bastien in a precarious situation, his protective instincts flare up to an all-time high. His need
to help overshadows everything else, including his sense. Unfortunately, the dancer doesn’t
want his help.

What Bastien does for a living doesn’t mean he has no
morals. He has to live, and his wages and tips don’t always cover everything. He’s glad he
doesn’t have anyone who relies on him because he can barely make ends meet working all
the hours of the day. When a so-called friend turns on him, who does he have left?

Can they put their differences aside and realise what is
right in front of them?

Excerpt

“Taylor! Walker! You’re up!” their chief yelled from the door of his office. “Homicide.”

Logan grimaced but shoved away from his desk, checking that his phone and keys were in
his pockets, then grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. They jogged down the cubicles
and out of the station into the drizzle, carrying on until they reached Logan’s car. He peeled
out of the car park and headed towards the address that Ava had immediately brought up
on her phone.

“There’s not much information on here. Woman, late twenties, found on her living room
floor. The neighbour looked through the window after the victim hadn’t opened the door for
their appointment and saw her.”

“Wonderful.” Logan clenched his hands around the steering wheel and dropped his neck to
the side, a crack easing the tension before repeating on the other side.

They raced their way through the streets until they reached the relevant house, then pulled
up at the kerb. Both exited quickly, showing their badges to the police officers on the scene
before heading up the path through the well-maintained garden of the detached bungalow.
It wasn’t a house he would’ve expected a woman in her late-twenties to own unless it had
been an inheritance, but he knew better than to stereotype.

Ducking under the top of the front door—his six-foot-two height unable to fit through
otherwise—he headed to the living room, mindful of the low wooden beams dotted around
the house.

The living room was comfortable and homely, if old-fashioned, which gave more precedent
to the place being inherited. The blonde, slender woman lying on the floor with her clothes
askew looked out of place in the room. Several police officers were hanging around, talking,

while one of the photographers took photos of the body, the intermittent flashes doing
nothing to help Logan’s headache.

His gaze examined the scene, not moving any closer to the body. After several minutes,
something out of place caught his eye. “What do you see, Ava?”

Ava stepped to his side and didn’t answer, but he knew she was scanning the room. Her
breath caught, and he knew she’d seen it. “Why does she have a kitchen knife in the living
room?”

“Good question. Simon,” he said, getting the photographer’s attention, “Could you ensure
you get pictures of the knife on top of the mantelpiece, please?”

His eyes widened as he lifted his head. “I didn’t even see that. Good catch.”

“Just doing my job,” he muttered distractedly, still studying their surroundings. “Officer?”
The group of police officers turned towards him. “Could one of you give us the rundown?”

The older of the three stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest. “The neighbour
called it in when she came to collect the lady for their usual morning appointment.
Apparently, they always go jogging at eleven, so when the lady didn’t answer, the neighbour
was worried and checked through the window when she didn’t hear her coming to the
door.”

“Does the lady have a name?”

“Sure.” The police officer pulled out his notebook and flicked through several pages before
saying, “Miss Winona Conrad.”

Logan frowned. “Why does that name sound familiar? We’ve not got any cases with that
name, have we?” He glanced at Ava, who shook her head. Staring back at the deceased, he
tried to figure out where he’d heard her name before because he didn’t recognise her face.
Unable to figure it out, he brushed it off and continued asking the officer questions, noting
down his responses in his own notebook.

When he had enough information, he stepped closer, continuing his questioning but with
the forensic pathologist. She wasn’t able to give him many details but enough for him to
start gathering facts. It seemed Miss Conrad had been dead for approximately twelve hours.

“Thanks, Kat.”

He returned to Ava, who had disappeared into the kitchen. “We need to speak with the
neighbour.”

Ava nodded and followed Logan to the front door. “Simon, could you please photograph the
back door and the knife block in the kitchen. Thanks.” Logan raised his eyebrows. “The knife
was one from the kitchen. There was a missing spot in the block, and the handles match.”

“So, the killer came through the back door, maybe?”

“That’s my guess.”

“Why?”

“There was a scrape on the back door as if it had been forced open using something sharp,”
she answered.

“Good work.”

She beamed at him. “Thanks. You’ve taught me well.”

About the Author

I am Elouise East but feel free
to call me Elli. I write sweet and steamy connections in gay romance. I also touch on taboo
stories under the name Elouise R East.

Books that tell the stories
where friendship and family are the focal point – be it blood family or chosen – is very
important to me. That’s why I include a variety of personalities, talents, ages, situations and
abilities as I believe a story needs, or a character needs. I want my characters to be real, to
be relatable, to be free to have whatever views they tell me they have. And trust me, most
of the time, I do not have
any say in the matter!

My characters come to life on
the page for me as well as my readers. Their stories unfold in front of me, and I have very
little input into how they want to be shown. Just like real life, the lives of my characters
change with every choice, every interaction and every conversation. And I wouldn’t have it
any other way.

I write books that are
emotionally realistic, even if liberties are taken with other aspects of my stories. I don’t
know any other way to write. It comes from deep inside.

Who am I? A single parent to
two children who make life worth living. An avid reader who still devours every book she can
get her hands on. A student of learning about any subject that takes her fancy. An author of
books she would read herself. And a romantic at heart who loves anything cheesy.

Who’s in?

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Book Title: Full Speed Ahead (Food Truck Warriors #4)

Author: Beth
Bolden

Publisher: Beth Bolden
Books

Cover Artist: AngstyG Book
Cover and Media Design

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Trope/s: Bodyguard, found family

Theme: Hurt/comfort

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 84 000
words

It is book 4 in the series.

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readers read at least one of the other books first.

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Lennox’s favorite escape is
the Food Truck Warriors . . .until it needs his protection.

Blurb

Ash isn’t running from his past—he’s already left it way
behind. He’s built a business from scratch, using all the lessons that his father taught him,
and every day at his food truck is a challenge he was born to tackle.

But when a stalker appears, hinting that he knows the
secrets Ash has tried so hard to bury, he needs more help than his food truck friends can
provide. He needs a professional.

Lennox is a mystery. He’s been coming around the Food
Truck Warriors for months now, and nobody knows if that’s even his real name. But Ash
knows he’s fascinated by the man, and the feeling seems to be mutual.

When the threat to Ash becomes a little too real, Lennox
intervenes, and finally, the electricity between them transforms into something very much
like love. But now their safety—and their hearts—are on the line.

Excerpt

After climbing into the truck, Ash set his coffee on the counter and checked his watch. His
delivery should be here any moment, if they were on time, which . . . Ash had learned
practically from the cradle what to do with suppliers who wouldn’t keep to their timelines or
couldn’t be relied upon.

They really didn’t want to be late today.

Ash wasn’t in the mood for it.

He glanced out the front window, and froze.

There was a piece of paper taped to it—something that had definitely not been there when
he’d closed up last night.

Ash stared at the words, printed in damning black and white.

It was an interview that his father had done—likely one of hundreds, if not thousands, he’d
done over the course of his illustrious career. But in this one, he had mentioned his son,
Oliver. Who Stephan Atkinson had said with some humor, liked to be called Ash.

A silly affectation, his father told the interviewer, that he would grow out of.

Ash had been . . . maybe thirteen or fourteen if he remembered correctly, when this article
had come out, and he’d been furious. It had been one of the many things he’d been pissed
at his father for.

Now someone had found it, dredged it out of the bowels of magazine hell, had photocopied
it, and taped it to his window. Not facing outwards, so anyone could see it, but
inwards, so only Ash could.

Fury flashed with a frightening power through him. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his keys,
and with shaking fingers, locked up behind him. Walked around to the front of his truck, tore
the paper off, leaving the edges trapped by the neatly placed tape fluttering in the early
morning breeze, and forgoing his bicycle, took off for the one place that he’d told himself he
would not go.

Who else could have done this? Ash thought angrily as he stormed towards his
destination. It was still so early the streets were essentially empty. He’s the only one
who knows.

The building that Tony had described was only a few blocks away.

It had been remodeled, with a glass-front office on the lower level, and a living space on the
top. There were a separate set of stairs leading to a discreet door on a wrought iron landing.

A discreet black-lettered sign, matching the wrought iron of the stairs and contrasting with
the freshly painted taupe stucco of the building itself, indicated that this was the offices of
Protectorate.

It might be early, but Ash could see a figure already in the office below.

Tony had mentioned offhandedly that Lennox was a workaholic, always in the office, so it
was not a huge stretch to imagine that it was him, up early, and already working.

Ash walked over to the door, and pulled it, fully expecting it to be locked, but to his surprise
it opened easily.

Even though he must have been the one to unlock it, Lennox looked up with shock as he
walked in.

Ash imagined they probably didn’t get much foot traffic.

He stomped over to where Lennox sat at a desk, and slapped the paper down in front of
him.

“What the fuck is this?” he demanded to know.

Lennox stared at the writing. He took his time answering, clearly reading through the words
on the page once, and maybe even twice. Finally he looked up. “It looks like an interview
that your father did, talking about his restaurants, and also his son.” He hesitated. “You.”

“Yes, thank you, I can read just as well as you can,” Ash bit off. “What I mean is why
was it taped to my truck’s front window this morning?”

“Taped to your . . .”

“And not facing out, but facing in,” Ash interrupted. “So I would see it, but
nobody else. Someone wants me to know they’ve figured out who my father is.”

“And you think that’s me.”

Ash gestured wildly, pacing between Lennox’s desk, and the other, currently unoccupied.
“Who else could it be?”

“Do you really think I needed to do this to get your attention?” Lennox asked, his tone dry.

About the Author

A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with
her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just
as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first
foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope
springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.

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Book Title: This or That

Author: Hope
Irving

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Simon
Franklin

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genres: Contemporary M/M
Romance; Bi Romance

Tropes: Enemies-to-lovers,
gay for you, bi-awakening

Themes: Coming out,
forgiveness, acceptance (self, family, friends), trust, friendship

Heat Rating: 3 – 3.5
flames

Length: 54 000 words / 200
pages

It is a standalone story.
The main characters are secondary characters from
another one of my books, Omega Artist (A Cocky Hero Club novel) that takes place later.
Omega Artist is a contemporary M/F romance. Both can be read as standalone
novels.

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Sometimes, a kiss can
knock you out faster than a blow to the head, rendering you unable to think
straight.

Blurb

Sometimes, a kiss can knock you out faster than a blow to
the head, rendering you unable to think straight.

When drunken Michael Clayton stole a sloppy kiss in a
Parisian club, he didn’t know that this would mean war. War, as in being taught a lesson by a
shameless cowboy. War, as in being given a taste of his own medicine. War, as in being left
dumbfounded and yearning for more. Blame it on the alcohol, right? Damn, Mike hated the
guy for muddling his assumed straight orientation and raising unwelcome questions.

When noble Troy Hunter stole a revenge kiss from a
despicable hot playboy, he didn’t know that it would be all but forgotten months later.
Landing a gig on a Rio-bound cruise ship, the rising DJ is dazed when Mike strikes back with
a vengeance during their second encounter, fueling his appetite for dominance. Blame it on
the blazing sun, right? Damn, Troy hates the guy for pushing all of his buttons and rubbing
salt in old wounds.

It shouldn’t have happened, but now all bets are off. Their
feelings quickly escalate into something that they aren’t willing to label. It’s easier this way,
until it isn’t… because life’s no cruise and some experiences are life-altering. Between Troy’s
painful past and Mike’s unsettling present, their future together might be short-lived, unless
their insane chemistry compels them to push their limits and each other. So, which is it? This
or that?

This or That was previously part of a charity anthology entitled Anyone But You; it was
originally published in early 2021. Since then, I’ve added new content, including a bonus
epilogue! Same enemies-to-lovers storyline. Same hot and sweet characters. More focus on
certain scenes. Discover or rediscover Mike and Troy’s story…

If you’ve read Omega Artist (A Cocky Hero Club novel), this is your chance to see how
it all started for two familiar faces that you only briefly met since This or That is a standalone
prequel.

Excerpt

It’s impossible to think straight when he’s this close. As
annoying as he is, I can’t let him escape my clutches.

Out of reflex, my palms land on his taut chest and shove
him out of my personal space. I need oxygen, and his presence isn’t helping. Too bad he
doesn’t budge, his daring eyes capturing mine. “You and your…” I stutter and, before he says
something inappropriate, quickly add, “big mouth.”

A moan leaves his smart mouth. Seriously? “You know
what they say…” He shrugs, an amused expression on his conceited face. “Big mouth,
big

Narrowing my eyes, I can’t help but want to muzzle his
smart mouth and put it to better use. He’s impossible! Who says things like that?

The fucker unsettles me yet again by shooting me a
raunchy once-over, licking his sinful lips. “Stop looking at me like that,” I hiss.

What the hell does he want from me? We’re not quite
touching. His pupils are so dilated that it’s clear, even in the waning sunlight. “Or
what?”

Cutting off any chance of response, his commanding lips
mold against mine and his arms circle my waist. I can’t move. Once again, his lips on mine
feel so wrong and, at the same time, so right. The friction of his stubble on my clean-shaven
skin and the dance of his frenzied tongue with my greedy one send me into
overdrive.

Whimpering, I wiggle as if possessed. Going a mile a
minute, my brain is at war with my body, which craves more unprecedented sensations.
The sloppy Parisian kiss the cowboy stole months
ago enticed a hidden desire that has no place in my well-planned life. Worse, our encounter
elicited sensations that I’ve been desperate to recreate in a flurry of one-night stands, but
nothing’s worked so far.

What’s left of my willpower eventually propels me to stop
the mind-boggling tongue action. He needs to accept that I run the show.

The air thickens between us as we huff and puff.

His half-mast eyes are so much darker than they were a
minute ago. Should I keep playing with him? “What’d you do that for?”

“You’re not gonna win at this game, cowboy,” I sneer in a
rushed voice; an expression of my false bravado. “So you think.” Acutely attuned to my
hungry body, one of Hunter’s legs subtly treads closer and he leans into me.

Within seconds, his tongue fills my mouth again.
Shuddering under his touch, my resolve crumbles as the asshat deepens the kiss.
I stiffen when it evolves from bruising to tender,
although our encounter is anything but. My body temperature skyrockets
, along with my libido.

Unaware of the all-consuming passion that this kiss
provokes in me, he thrusts his hip against mine, banging my back into the wall. His jean-clad

semi rubs, grazes, and expands against mine that’s desperate for release. I try to pace
myself, but it’s a lost cause.

Overwhelmed by a myriad of toe-curling sensations, my
brain shuts down and allows my ravenous body to do the talking; maybe that’s the kind of
talking Hunter was referring to earlier!

Talk, my ass! No, no, no, keep my ass out of
this!

With that thought in mind, my tempted body is given the
green light to act.

Without warning, I close the gap between us and my
knuckles trace his sculpted abs. At once, his intoxicating scent numbs my consciousness, and
I act on the unthinkable the second his hands snake around my body. And just when I think
the fever has reached its peak, the conniving man betrays me, ditching my waist in favor of
my hair.

Why can’t you stop? Get a hold of yourself. This is your
game, not his…

Then why does the simple act of his fingers running
through my short hair increase the unbearable pressure building between my legs? I don’t
even give a flying fuck if I come in my pants.

Damn, it’s hot in here!

His urgent mouth devours my expletives and beads of
sweat run down the side of my face, but I’m too far gone to swipe them away. I’m too
blissed out to care. I’m too needy to break the spell quite yet. My senses are on alert. I want
to hate him. I hate to want him. So much…

About the Author

Hope Irving lives in Paris,
France, with her supportive husband and creative teenage daughter. The French indie
author spent a couple of years in Texas, where she earned her MBA. With many friends,
relatives, and readers in the States, the US has a big place in her heart. Although French is
her mother tongue, she chose to write her novels in English because it simply feels right for
her characters. Hope’s suspenseful and complex love stories are modern fairytales that
feature an unconventional Prince Charming and a headstrong heroine. A natural introvert,
she enjoys tormenting her flawed
characters with a
hint of darkness and sometimes magical elements. Still, her heart melts when love conquers
all.
Her work has been described as
“genre-defying,” “refreshingly unique,” and “an emotional rollercoaster read.”

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Lawful Attraction” by Elouise East

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Book Title: Lawful Attraction

Author: Elouise
East

Publisher: Elouise
East

Cover Artist: Maria
Vickers

Release Date: June 3,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Trope: Opposites
attract

Themes: Protecting those
they care about; life, love, family and beating the odds

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: approx 70 000
words

It is the final book (book 9) in
the Crush series, but is a standalone story.

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There’s a fine line
between protecting and stalking…

Blurb

An MM romance about life, love, family and beating
the odds, especially when it involves a police officer and a dancer.

There’s a fine line between protecting and
stalking…

Logan has unwavering loyalty to the law, and when he finds
Bastien in a precarious situation, his protective instincts flare up to an all-time high. His need
to help overshadows everything else, including his sense. Unfortunately, the dancer doesn’t
want his help.

What Bastien does for a living doesn’t mean he has no
morals. He has to live, and his wages and tips don’t always cover everything. He’s glad he
doesn’t have anyone who relies on him because he can barely make ends meet working all
the hours of the day. When a so-called friend turns on him, who does he have left?

Can they put their differences aside and realise what is
right in front of them?

Excerpt

Black spun around into an elaborate dance routine, bringing him closer and closer to Logan
until he was stood with his back to him, undulating his body to the rhythm. So near that
Logan could reach if he had been allowed. But he’d not been given permission. Yet.

The lithe dancer whirled to face him, his hand going to the hem of his see-through black top
and pushing it higher until his abdomen came into view. Logan’s gaze was caught by the
sleek skin, coated with a thin sheen of sweat or oil. He didn’t care which; he just knew this
would be what Black would look like after a hard and heavy session of sex. Logan reached
for him, then clenched his fist again and rested it on his thigh. Black curled the corner of his
mouth as his whole body rippled with his movements.

The music changed to a lower, more desperate beat, and Black ripped the top over his head,
throwing it to the side. He kicked Logan’s legs together and straddled him, hovering over his
thighs while his hands pressed to the back of the sofa, bringing his upper body closer to
him.

Licking his lips, Logan’s gaze took in every part of Black he could see, including his half-lidded
eyes and bruised mouth where it appeared as though he’d been biting his lips. Black’s body
never stopped moving, but they were both caught in the heat of their locked eyes.

“Touch me,” Bastien whispered, bringing his mouth close to Logan’s ear. “Touch me…” He
pulled back and raised his eyebrow.

“Logan,” he growled.

Black pursed his lips. “Touch me, Logan.”

Logan’s cock pressed defiantly against his zipper as his eyelids briefly flickered at the sound

of his name on Black’s lips.

Not moving his hands from where they were on his thighs, he uncurled his fingers,
spreading them wide enough to reach Black’s legs. The smooth skin surprised Logan,
although it probably shouldn’t have. His fingers skimmed up Black’s thighs until he reached
the little mesh shorts he was wearing. Reining in the desire to fist his hands in the fabric and
tear them off the man, he slid his hands over the fabric to the back, cupping his ass cheeks
as Black surged forward, rolling his hips against Logan’s groin.

Black transferred his hands from the back of the sofa to Logan’s shoulders, allowing him to
take his weight as his ass rose and fell over his lap.

“Jesus,” Logan breathed, sweat beading at his temples and sliding down his face. He had not
been this hard in a long time.

“No, not Jesus, just Bastien.”

The man’s rhythm stuttered for a second before he continued, but Logan caught it and knew
the dancer had not meant to give out his name.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Logan muttered, glancing into Black’s—no, Bastien’s eyes.

Bastien’s gaze roamed Logan’s face before he dropped one knee to one side of him and
lifted a foot to the other, giving him more room to manoeuvre and tease the hell out of
Logan. When Logan was nearing the end of his restraint, Bastien slid his feet to the floor and
dropped to his knees, sliding down, skimming every inch of Logan’s body as he went. He
blew hot air across the zipper of his trousers, then pushed up to standing, resting his hands
on the back of the sofa and bringing his face to Logan’s once more.

“What is it about you?” Bastien murmured, tilting his head and closing in on Logan’s lips,
then pulling away before they met, Logan barely stopping himself from following.

Logan took a chance and slid his hands up Bastien’s arms and around his back before resting
one hand between Bastien’s shoulder blades, his other sliding down to cup his ass. Bastien’s
movements ceased, and their breathing sounded loud despite the music.

“What is it about you?” Logan threw back before tugging Bastien closer.

About the Author

I am Elouise East but feel free
to call me Elli. I write sweet and steamy connections in gay romance. I also touch on taboo
stories under the name Elouise R East.

Books that tell the stories
where friendship and family are the focal point – be it blood family or chosen – is very
important to me. That’s why I include a variety of personalities, talents, ages, situations and
abilities as I believe a story needs, or a character needs. I want my characters to be real, to
be relatable, to be free to have whatever views they tell me they have. And trust me, most

of the time, I do not have any say in the matter!

My characters come to life on
the page for me as well as my readers. Their stories unfold in front of me, and I have very
little input into how they want to be shown. Just like real life, the lives of my characters
change with every choice, every interaction and every conversation. And I wouldn’t have it
any other way.

I write books that are
emotionally realistic, even if liberties are taken with other aspects of my stories. I don’t
know any other way to write. It comes from deep inside.

Who am I? A single parent to
two children who make life worth living. An avid reader who still devours every book she can
get her hands on. A student of learning about any subject that takes her fancy. An author of
books she would read herself. And a romantic at heart who loves anything cheesy.

Who’s in?

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Omegas in Power” by Sai Fox

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Book Title: Omegas in Power

Author: Sai Fox

Cover Artist: Samantha
Garrett

Release Date: May 31,
2021

Genre/s: Contemporary MM Omegaverse/MPreg Romance

Trope/s: Fake Marriage, Mating

Themes: Grieving, Acceptance, Coming to Terms with Loss

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 72 000 words/ 307
pages

It’s the first book in a series,
but can be read as a stand-alone

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Alpha in the streets,
Omega under the sheets.

Blurb

Grayson Valins should have the world at his feet.
Born to one of the wealthiest families in Seattle, Grayson was raised exactly as a Valins heir
should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful.

He was the ideal son—until he presented as an omega.

Now he’s barely holding on to the threads of his father’s
empire, watching the vultures circling overhead. If he makes a mistake with the Felder and
Sons merger and acquisition, it’s game over.

If he doesn’t get married, either… that’s just as bad.

Zack Felder’s in over his head. After the tragic
death of his older brother, Zack has no choice but to put his music career on hold and head
back home to handle the family’s affairs. The family business is drowning, and Zack isn’t sure
what to do.

So, when the older and wildly attractive Grayson Valins
offers him a deal—a fake marriage in exchange for saving his family’s legacy—how could
Zack ever deny that?

But what happens when emotions get tangled and a good
business deal turns into something much more potent?

Omegas in Power is a stand-alone HEA 72,000-word
novel with a buff, snarky omega businessman and a sensitive, passionate alpha musician.
Warnings for mentions of off-screen child abuse and grief.

Excerpt

“Wait.”

The way Grayson said those words sent a chill down Zack’s
spine, and though he knew he shouldn’t have, Zack couldn’t stop himself from turning back
around to look at the omega.

He was closer now than he had any right to be, towering
just an inch or two above Zack, but for some reason it felt like it may as well have been a
foot. His eyes were wide, mouth open, and now that he was this close, Zack couldn’t help
but smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of slick and heat engulf all of his senses.

“Wait. Are… are you in heat?”

Grayson’s nostrils flared as he took another step closer,
Zack instinctually taking a step back. His back hit the tiled wall, breath escaping his lips.

“And if I was?” Grayson’s words came out like a purr, one
that made its way straight down from Zack’s ears and right to his cock. He leaned in close, so
close that Zack could see that his pupils blowing, irises barely a ring of gray against a sea of
black.

Fuck. I was right.

“I—I should go,” Zack spluttered, heart racing in his chest as
the omega in front of him came closer and closer, staring at him as though he were a
particularly fascinating bug. Zack needed to leave, needed to get as far away from Grayson
Valins as he could get before he did something that they
both would regret.

The man in front of him only tilted his head to the side, a
look of consternation crossing his face. “Why would you do that?”

“You’re not thinking clearly.”

“I don’t need to think clearly,” Grayson replied with a
little smirk, but the way he said it made Zack remember the words his papa taught him
when he presented. An omega in heat—particularly a
distressed omega in heat—wasn’t in the
right place to say yes to
anyone.

And propositioning a random alpha in the bathroom
sure as hell isn’t thinking clearly.

There was a tiny part of Zack, the part that yearned for a
mate as much as he yearned for the oxygen in his lungs, that made him want to keep going.
The man in front of him was beautiful and smelled like everything that Zack ever dreamed
an omega mate would smell like, but…

Zack’s pulse quickened as Grayson leaned down, their lips
so close that Zack could feel the man’s breath against his mouth. He could nearly taste him.

Every alpha instinct in Zack wanted to claim the omega in
front of him. No matter what his papa taught him, what morals and lessons he learned, it
felt as though Zack were fighting a war inside of him that he
knew he was going
to lose. If he didn’t pull back right now, if he didn’t stop himself—

He was going to claim Grayson Valins.

The same Grayson Valins that wants to take everything
away from my family. Everything.

Grayson was the one who pressed his hot, hard body
against Zack, engulfing him in a kiss that stole his breath and sanity away with tongue and
teeth. There was heat and the feeling of a hand reaching up to pull the back of his shirt tight
around his throat, making him gasp. That mouth, that sinful fucking mouth against his, made
Zack’s knees damn-near buckle under him.

But Zack liked it.

Letting himself fall into the sensations, Zack leaned into the
kiss, hands wrapping around Grayson’s broad shoulders to pull their chests flush against one
another. He could feel the shudder of the omega’s harsh breaths against his lips and the
staccato of his gasps as Zack ground their cocks together through the thin fabric of their
pants.

Grayson groaned against his mouth before grabbing Zack
by the back of his skull, forcing the alpha’s mouth against his throat. “Oh, God. Fuck.
Please—”

Please what? Zack thought
through the haze. The intoxicating smell of flowers and vanilla coffee made the hairs on his
arms stand at attention.

Grayson seemed to know exactly what he wanted, pushing
Zack against the nearby wall so hard it sent a shockwave through Zack, shaking him back to
what little sense Grayson hadn’t damn-near sucked out of his soul.

What the fuck was he doing? Someone could see
them—fuck,
anyone could walk in—but that only seemed to make Zack
harder.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had ruts before where he felt nothing but the
overwhelming desire to knot and breed, but never once in Zack’s entire life did it feel quite
like this. This was a new level of need, an utterly impossible yearning to do nothing more
than fuck into that warm, tight heat he could smell permeating through Grayson’s
skin.

But with whatever self-restraint Zack had left in him he
used to press both hands against Grayson’s shoulders, shoving him back hard enough to put

a good foot of distance between them. Zack’s head hit the wall behind him with a sickening
thud.

“Fuck!” he hissed, but Grayson only panted in
response.

Today didn’t go as expected—at all.

Something flashed in Grayson’s eyes, a moment of clarity,
but before Zack had a chance to say anything, Grayson wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand.

“You don’t want me?”

“I don’t know you,” Zack shot back.

About the Author

Sai Fox was born and raised
in New York City, so it doesn’t come as much of a surprise that there’s an ever-present
coffee cup on her desk as she writes well into the night. A chronic insomniac, some of her
best ideas come to her right before heading off to bed.

Currently residing in Tokyo,
Sai finds most of her time spent writing, reading, and wandering the strange and
intoxicating streets that tell thousands of stories… with a cup of coffee. There is always a cup
of coffee.

Sai has been writing fiction
for well over a decade, enjoying the ability to push boundaries of society and sexuality
through her work.

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Book Title: Stolen Heart

Author: Kristian Daniels

Publisher: FriesenPress

Cover Artist: FriesenPress

Genre/s: M/M Romance

Trope/s: Friends to lovers

Themes: Coming out, Forgiveness, Love, Hate crime

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 60 000 words/284 pages

It is a standalone book.

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Will Elliott’s past dampen his new life?

Blurb

Life is better with you.

As a teen, Elliott Denison grapples with life, love and sexuality. His heart had been shattered every time his parents pushed him away. Life had forced him to be strong enough to endure Stanstead’s biggest bully and strong enough to come into his own as an openly gay man.

Now he was 26 years old, and a wave of emotion invaded him as though a switch had been sparked in his mind when Chase Harrison unexpectedly crossed his path. Everything Elliott ever wanted growing up was there in front of him. It doesn’t take long for Elliott to enter into Chase’s life.

Then the ugly past rears its head. Only this time, the face is a shadowy online stalker and an anonymous hater.

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I got back home a few hours later. “Hi, I’m back,” I said. As I headed towards my room, my father asked me to join him in the living room. I did.

“What?”

My father was sitting in his chair with my mother by his side. Something didn’t look right.

“Are you a homosexual?” my father asked calmly but sternly as he turned my laptop around. I hadn’t even noticed it there.

My worst nightmare was staring at me. Ah, shit. “How come my laptop is down here?” I asked.

“I asked you a question,” my father said.

My eyes started darting around as if looking for a place to hide, but I finally looked at my father and answered, “I don’t know.”

“This is a sin!” my father yelled, slamming the laptop shut. He approached me, pointing his finger at me. “This behaviour stops now, you hear? I will not have a sinner in my house! We didn’t bring you up like this, and no son of mine will partake in such disgusting, perverted activities! If you don’t change, I will send you to conversion therapy.”

I looked at my mother for some support or compassion, but she stood there and did nothing. My father stormed outside and slammed the door behind him.

“Mom,” I said, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

“You are a sinner,” she said, slapping me across the face. “You are a disgrace to this family. I would rather have a criminal for a son than a pervert. If you want to remain part of this family, you will cease this deviant behaviour immediately; otherwise, I want you out of this house.”

“Mom, please… Don’t say that. It’s not my fault. I tried to resist these feelings. Believe me, I tried.” My eyes were starting to tear up.

“You didn’t try hard enough,” she said.

“This is how God made me, Mom. I can’t change that.”

Her eyes became dark, and her pupils dilated, “Don’t you take the lord’s name in vain! Why do you insist on hurting us like this?”

“I don’t want to hurt you! Do you think this is to hurt you?”

“Liar!” Her face was so close to mine that I could smell her breath. Then she walked out.

I ran outside, slammed the door behind me, and sat on the front steps, trembling. I couldn’t stop sobbing. I called Chad and asked him if I could crash at his place.

“What happened?” Chad asked.

“My parents found out I was gay! They saw the video on my laptop. The things they said to me were so hurtful. I can’t live here anymore! All that matters to them is what the bible says! They’re ready to throw me out! I don’t mean anything to them!”

“Calm down,” Chad said. “I’ll come to pick you up. Pack your things.”

I went inside, grabbed all that would fit in my duffle bag, and stormed back outside to wait for Chad. I didn’t bother telling my parents where I was going; they wouldn’t care anyway. Chad drove up the driveway, I got in, and we left.

“What did you tell your parents?”

“I told them what you told me,” Chad said.

“Are they cool with me coming over?”

“Yes, they’re fine with it. How are you holding up?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know what to think. I feel so ashamed.”

“Don’t. It’s not your fault.” As we pulled up the driveway to his house, Chad suggested that I see a school counsellor next week. “Maybe they can help.”

“Yeah, maybe. Thanks for everything,” I said.

As we walked in, Chad’s parents met us at the door. His mom said, “Hi, Elliott, welcome. I want you to feel comfortable here. Consider this your home now. Chad told us a bit of what happened, and we’re so sorry you had to live that.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hardwicke.

“Come, I’ll show you your room,” Chad said as we walked up the stairs. “Rest up. If you need anything, I’m just across the hall. It will be alright, I promise.” Chad hugged me and went back downstairs.

I sat on the bed, hunched over with my head in my hands, rocking. “What am I suppose to do now? Am I such a bad person?”

About the Author

Kristian Daniels writes coming of age, gay romance and gay love stories. His stories are about the life and tribulations of the LGBTQs community, their fight to be accepted and loved. It’s also about their struggles, rejection and their suffering. Writing a novel was always a thirst for him, and with Stolen Heart, it became a reality.

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