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Book Title: Swiped By My Dad’s Best Friend

Author: DJ
Jamison

Publisher: DJ
Jamison

Cover Artist: Cate
Ashwood

Release Date: May 20,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Daddy/boy, Dad’s best friend, age gap

Themes: App hookup to lovers; forbidden love; finding purpose in life

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: Approx 73,000
words

It is Book 1 of the series
Thrust Into Love

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Cooper
Rutledge: Frat boy, general screwup, and…Daddy’s boy?

Blurb

Cooper Rutledge: frat boy, general screwup,
and…Daddy’s boy?

On the surface, I don’t take things too seriously.

Not my poor grades, or my hookups, or my inability to find
my purpose.

But that was before.

Before the daddy of my wet dreams swiped right on my
pic.

Before he turned out to be my father’s best friend.

Before I convinced him to indulge in one night of pleasure
with no strings.

I didn’t count on how magical it would be.

I didn’t know that when he spanked me and offered words
of praise, my soul would drink it up.

I didn’t realize how right Daddy kink would feel.

One night could never be enough.

Because I do care. Too much.

And when life sends me into an emotional tailspin, Trace
steps up to support me—proving he cares too.

Everything has gotten very real, very fast.

But are we ready for the fallout?

I can’t let anyone, not even my father, come between me

and Trace.

I’ve finally found my Daddy, and I’ll fight to keep
him.

Swiped By My Dad’s Best Friend is a contemporary
age-gap M/M romance that includes light daddy kink and no age play.

Excerpt

This excerpt is from Cooper’s perspective. He’s just headed out to meet an app
hookup, and neither of them have any idea what they’re about to walk into.

I headed to the B&B where my hookup was staying. Luckily, it was within walking
distance. I took a shortcut across campus, jogging over the lawn alongside one of the
sorority houses, cutting behind the campus bookstore, and jumping a low, stone fence that
circled the grounds. That took me into Hayworth House’s backyard. As a former frat house,
the B&B was barely outside campus proper—and only two minutes from where I lived
on frat row.

Circling the house, I hesitated at the front door only a few seconds before walking in like I
owned the place. If it was a B&B, they must have guests coming and going, but it still
felt strange stepping into a house that wasn’t mine. I spotted the staircase right away,
thankful I wouldn’t have to wander around calling out for a guy I only knew by
Daddy or his handle, SeasonedBeefcake. The name was a little
cringey, but I couldn’t deny this guy had some definite beefcake cred despite his age.

A man emerged from the living room, and I froze. I knew instantly he wasn’t my hookup; his
body type was all wrong, unless my Beefcake had done some serious
photoshopping on his profile pics.

“Can I help you?”

I smiled sheepishly. “I know where I’m going.” I waved toward the second floor. “Here to see
a…friend.”

One eyebrow arched as he looked me over. I was wearing sweats and a worn T. I’d thought
about dressing up, but why bother if I was just gonna take the clothes off?

“Go on then,” he said.

I wasted no time, jogging my way to the top and heading straight for the second door. It was
closed. My hookup had told me to let myself in, so once again, I skipped knocking and
strolled in bold as brass.

The room appeared to be empty. Huh.

I checked my phone. Yep. I was in the right place. The man must be around somewhere.
Maybe in the bathroom or down in the kitchen grabbing a drink. After a cursory look around
the nicely appointed room, I decided to go ahead and set the mood for when he returned. I
hadn’t had a hookup quite like him in a long while. I wasn’t too picky about my matches; if
someone wanted to hook up, I was down for some fun. It’s not as if I were trying to make a
love connection. I’d fucked around with slender guys, curvy women, and everything in
between.

But this guy…

Well, I had to admit that the thought of big, strong hands manhandling me was tripping my
trigger big time.

I tugged my shirt over my head, deciding I’d rather not make a first impression with the ratty
material. I could let my skin do the talking. I pushed my sweats down—just a little—and
stilled at the sound of the door opening behind me.

A moment later, a heavy, damp body pressed up against my back. “You getting started
without me?” he murmured.

“Thought I might have to,” I said. “I was all alone with this hard dick.”

He chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that.”

I thought he’d grab my cock immediately, but he stepped back. I turned my head, just
enough to confirm he was every inch the daddy type I’d imagined: tall, broad, solid—and
wrapped in nothing but a towel. Yum.

His large hands dwarfed my shoulders, and I shivered as he slowly mapped the shape of me.
His touch was light as he traced down my spine with one hand and glided his other around
to my abs, caressing so lightly just beneath my navel that it almost tickled—and instantly
made my cock throb with jealousy.

I made a needy sound, surprising myself. I enjoyed sex, sure. I had plenty of opportunity
with a full campus of horny students. But I wasn’t usually this affected. My nerves fired up
under his touch, goosebumps rushing across my skin.

“Patience,” he said. “We’ll get there. You young guys are all rush, rush, rush. Let me enjoy
this amazing body of yours…”

Instinctively, I pressed my ass back, feeling the prod of his dick. He grunted and smacked the
top of my exposed right cheek. “None of that.”

I jerked a little at the smack, but it barely stung. Something about the way he was taking
control did it for me, my body thrumming as I moaned playfully. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” he said, sounding amused, but more than willing to indulge my little fantasy. I
hadn’t ever experimented with daddy kink beyond watching a few porn videos with the
theme, but something about this guy screamed Daddy. It felt right to let him
take control, right to try to please him.

Finally, something I can do right.

Pushing my sweats down a little farther, he cupped my ass, squeezing it and making a
pleased, rumbling sound. I really wasn’t as fit as some guys. Too much snacking, too little
time in the gym. But I was young, and I had good genes. I was sending up thanks that my
body didn’t disappoint when he paused.

“This scar…” He traced a jagged line that extended from my ribs to my lower back. “I knew
someone with a scar like this. It was from a—”

“Skateboard accident,” we both said at the same time.

I’d fallen into an old fence, and it’d torn me to hell. I’d had to get stitches, and the scar never
entirely faded.

He inhaled sharply. “Cooper?”

I answered on reflex. “Yeah, who—”

“Rutledge?”

He lifted his hands off me as if I’d burned him, taking a quick step back, his voice full of a
horror that disoriented me. One moment everything was finally going right, and the next, he
was leaping away from me.

I turned, taking a closer look at him. Dark hair, gorgeous beard, but those eyes…

My heart lurched, then skipped with an excited flutter. It couldn’t be, could it? But it was. I
saw it written all over his face. Before me, looking like the daddy of my wet dreams, was a
man I hadn’t seen in over ten years—my father’s best friend from our hometown.

“Trace?”

About the Author

DJ Jamison writes romances
about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay
to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those
influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems:
money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent
more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write
fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow
authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a
sadistic cat named Birdie.

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Book Title: On a Roll (Food Truck Warriors #3)

Author: Beth
Bolden

Publisher: Beth Bolden
Books

Cover Artist: AngstyG Book
Cover and Media Design

Release Date: May 6,
2021

Genre/s: Contemporary gay romance

Trope/s: Enemies to lovers, found family

Themes: Building trust, finding love again

Length: 84 000
words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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If they could stop arguing
for a hot second . . . they just might fall in love.

Blurb

Gabriel Moretti and Sean Cooper should be friends. They’re
both passionate about serving delicious food to their customers. They both love to kick back

with the other food truck owners at the collective they’ve joined. But maybe it’s possible to
have too much in common . . .

Especially when they’ve chosen the exact same
name for their food trucks.

Gabriel and Sean know that one of them will have
to change the name. The only question is, who’s willing to give in first?

It’s inevitable that with such a difficult decision,
their tempers flare. But to their shock, their deeply-buried chemistry ignites too. Could it be
that for them fighting is actually flirting, and what they really crave is each other?

Excerpt

“Someone’s name needs to change by September first,” Tony said. “That’s the first home
game at the Coliseum,” he added, referring to the home football stadium of the University
of Southern California—the lot was situated only a few blocks away from the stadium
entrance, and they already knew on game days, they’d be overwhelmed.

“Alright,” Sean said. “We’ll figure something out.” That gave them a little over a month to
either make a decision—or kill each other. Whichever came first.

Tony stood. “Good luck,” he said. “I’ll be around if you decide you need a referee.” And then
he was gone, leaving the two of them alone.

Sean couldn’t remember a time they’d ever been alone. Their friends had probably gone out
of their way to make sure of that. Not sure if anything would still be left standing if it was
just the two of them.

“Not for this,” Gabriel said, and the underlying intensity—the intimacy—in his
voice made Sean’s hand freeze on his beer bottle.

He glanced up, and Gabriel was staring at him, those dark eyes reflecting his tone. More
than once during the last two years, Sean had been reminded of his very first reaction to
Gabriel.

Tall. Big. Broad. Beautiful.

It had been the first time since Milo that he’d seen a guy and felt that instantaneous
moment of attraction. Then Gabriel had opened his mouth, and the moment was gone, but
it had existed.

Sean often remembered it at the worst possible times. Like right now.

“So,” Sean said, clearing his throat. Trying not to think of how dark the corner of the bar
was, how the flickering candle on the table was reflected in Gabriel’s eyes. How the light
turned his face into a Renaissance masterpiece. “How are we going to do this?”

“All business,” Gabriel teased, but the edge of his voice was almost . . . sweet.
Like he thought Sean’s attempt to be professional wasn’t annoying, but cute.

Something that Sean never expected from Gabriel was sweetness.

“Did we have something else we needed to talk about that isn’t business?” Sean
wondered.

“No, but we have time. Over a month,” Gabriel said, taking a sip of his beer. “What’s the
rush? Maybe we’ll negotiate better if we get to know each other first.”

“You mean that you want to charm me first so that you’ll get the upper hand.” He didn’t
really think that was true—Gabriel could be difficult and frustrating and slippery, but Sean
wasn’t sure that he’d do something so underhanded. He wasn’t a bad guy. Sean
had learned that much by watching his friendship with Tony and Lucas and Ash and Tate
blossom.

Even their own relationship, while still combative, had lost the sharper edges in the last few
months.

Gabriel shrugged. “The best negotiation is one where we both get what we want.”

“I’m not sure how we can do that,” Sean admitted. “We both want the same thing.”

“Do we?”

Sean made a frustrated noise. “You know we do. We’ve wanted the same goddamn thing for
the last two years, and you even threw a meatball at my chest to try to get me to cave. So
don’t start, okay? I’m not stupid. I know exactly what you’re after.”

“Do you?” Gabriel’s mouth curved into something dangerous. Or maybe that was the
unwanted attraction to him blooming inside Sean.

“You want to win,” Sean said.

“Maybe we can figure out a way we can both win,” Gabriel suggested.

“Based on what I know we want, I find that hard to believe,” Sean said. Then
hesitated. This was exactly why Tony hadn’t wanted to leave them alone. Had wanted to
play referee. He hadn’t thought they could do this on their own. Maybe he was right. But
then, they’d never actually tried either.

Gabriel drained the rest of his beer and set it on the table with a decisive click. “I need more
alcohol for this,” he muttered, standing up. “You want something?”

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: Yes,
Captain

Author: Ann
Grech

Publisher:
Self-Published

Release Date: April 15,
2021

Cover Artist: CT Cover
Creations

Genre/s: Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Age-gap romance

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 66 500 words/ 274
pages

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A cruise ship captain with an unbreakable rule. A dancer
who tempts him to toss the rulebook overboard…

Blurb

A cruise ship captain with an unbreakable rule. A dancer who tempts him to toss the
rulebook overboard…

Will Preston lives by one edict: don’t date staff.

But the new dancer onboard has the silver fox sailing into
unchartered waters. Young, sexy, and with a penchant for lipstick and heels, the man pushes

all Will’s buttons.

It’s not just the tropical sun that’s heating things up; their
chemistry is sizzling.

Will’s been burned before. Can he throw caution to the
wind and chart a new course with Eddie by his side? Or will an interfering crew-member
steer them into stormy seas?

Yes, Captain is a stand-alone, steamy age-gap MM romance set on a cruise ship in the
South Pacific, with a flirty dancer who loves pole dancing and his shy captain. Yes, Captain
was previously published as Dance With Me. This re-release includes over 30,000 words of
never-before-seen bonus content.

Excerpt

About the Author

By day Ann Grech lives in the corporate world and can be
found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of
students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an over-qualified nerd. Glasses,
briefcase, high heels and a pencil skirt, she’s got the librarian look nailed too. If only they
knew! She swears like a sailor, so that’s got to be a hint. The other one was “the look” from
her tattoo artist when she told him that she wanted her kids initials “B” and “J” tattooed on
her foot. It took a second to register that it might be a bad idea.

She’s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a
book—whether it’s reading or writing one. But she’s found her tribe now and loves her MM
book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, can’t figure out technology, but is
addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron Bay Cookies. Oh and shoes. And lingerie. And
maybe handbags too. Well, if we’re being honest, we’d probably have to add her library too
given the state of her credit card every month (what can she say, she’s a bookworm at
heart)!

In 2019 she was an Award-Winning Finalist in the Fiction:
LGBTQ category of the 2019 Best Book Awards sponsored by American Book Fest for her
story In Safe Arms.

She also publishes her raunchier short stories under her pen
name, Olive Hiscock.

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