NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Road to a
Cowboy

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: Morningstar
Ashley Designs

Release Date: August 6, 2024
(audio coming early September)

Genre: Contemporary M/M romance

Tropes: Childhood friends to lovers, small town, cowboys

Themes: Family, friendship

Series: Windsor, Wyoming
2

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 57 000
words

It’s book two in the Windsor,
Wyoming trilogy, but can be read as a standalone and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Buy Links

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Apple | B&N
| Kobo

Book one in the trilogy, Home for a Cowboy,

will be on sale for $0.99 until Aug 15

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Blurb

Detour
Five years after the death of his spouse, Austin
MacIsaac is ready to find love again—and he’s got the perfect guy in his sexy cowboy of a
best friend, Cal Anderson. If only he can convince Cal to detour out of the friend
zone.

Road work ahead
Cal has been in love with Austin for longer than he
can remember. The man has been his rock through the ups and downs of messy family
drama. But shaking up their friendship for something more could lead them down a bumpy
and unsafe road.

Merge
Amid a backdrop of the Wyoming mountains and
under a summer sky, can Austin and Cal merge their lives into one and let the road to
romance lead to happily ever after?

Excerpt

Austin’s heart did a sideways flip when Cal stopped next to
him, his broad shoulders as intimidating as the Rockies to anyone who didn’t know him.

“Welcome back,” Cal said in a slow drawl that dragged along
Austin’s senses. “How was Montana?”

“Beats me,” Austin said with a grin, keeping his eyes on the
image on his camera’s display. “But Kootenai National Forest was gorgeous. You should see
some of the shots I got. The night sky there is spectacular.”

“Doesn’t it look the same as everywhere else?”

Austin gave him the stink eye. “Don’t sass me, Calvin.”

Cal didn’t smile—his smiles were as rare as a sighting of
Halley’s Comet—but his lips twitched.

“And no, it doesn’t look the same everywhere.”

“If you say so.” Cal looked off to the right. “What’s with the
second camera?”

Austin jerked his gaze to where he’d set up an additional tripod
several feet away. “That one’s recording so I can make a time-lapse video.”

Cal grunted.

His presence was nonintrusive as the sun sank and the stars
began to emerge, yet Austin was always aware of him. He was as aware of Cal as he was of
the location of the moon or the image in his camera’s viewfinder.

A few minutes later, shadows bathing the landscape, Austin
began packing up his equipment under a sky quickly turning to dusk. The mountains had
turned nearly invisible—when it got dark out here, it got dark—and Cal was
almost a silhouette against the sky. Something about him standing silently with his hands
shoved in the pockets of his jeans, gazing out into the distance, screamed of both
contentment and loneliness, making Austin’s heart clench.

The first memory Austin had of Cal at Windsor Ranch was of
him falling into a puddle near the corral on a rainy summer day when they’d been seven or
eight. Now, as the foreman of that same ranch, Cal was basically running the place. The
juxtaposition between kid-Cal, covered in rain and mud as he’d blinked up at Austin with big
gray eyes as though wondering how he’d fallen into the puddle, and adult-Cal, tall, strong,
coolly confident, and carrying the weight of the entire ranch on his shoulders, was
sometimes jarring in that strange twist-of-fate kind of way.

Austin brought the camera up to his eyes, adjusted the
settings, and snapped a photo, framing Cal in the right third of the shot while he gazed off to
the left, making the viewer wonder what he was looking at. Austin would call it
Cowboy Against the Night. He might even put it up for sale in his gallery instead
of keeping it for himself.

Maybe.

Cal must’ve heard the shutter, because he turned with a raised
eyebrow.

“Smile,” Austin said, aiming his camera at him again.

Cal did the exact opposite, making Austin laugh as he took the
picture anyway.

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

Book Title: A Little More
Forgiveness (Hot Property, Book 3)

Author: Pauley J
Ray

Publisher: NineStar
Press

Cover Artist: Jaycee
DeLorenzo

Release Date: July 2,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity

Themes: Threesome, Forgiveness and redemption, Overcoming past
trauma

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 120 000 words/ 836
pages

This is book three of a four-
book series. It does not end on a
cliffhanger

Each book concentrates on a
different main character from the four owners of a successful construction company.
Successive books will include spoilers from the previous ones if the books are not read in
order.

Goodreads

Buy Links

NineStar Press | Amazon UK

Amazon
US | Amazon CA

Three angry men, two
loveable dogs and one isolated cabin.

What could possibly go
wrong?

Blurb

Gabriel Sanchez is a man running away from his past,
unaware it’s about to catch up to him. Stuck in an isolated cabin with two strangers is the
last thing he planned. One guy, a bear of a man shouldering intolerable emotional pain,
Gabe instinctively wants to soothe. The other, kinder, gentler, and just wishing to be seen,
Gabe desperately wants to show him how visible he is. However, the harder he tries to keep
both at bay, the more they fight and the closer they get until his heart begins to desire things
he’s promised himself it can never have again.

Leo Taylor has yearned for approval his whole life, and as
the lawyer negotiating the sale of a run-down cabin and its land, this time he may just earn
it. But, trying to keep the peace between a cocky New Yorker and the grumpiest man alive is
slowly taking its toll. During their confinement, secrets are uncovered that will force Leo to
make a tough choice. Close the sale and gain the approval he craves, or follow his heart and
fight for the men for whom he’s falling head over heels.

Mitchell Houghton is drowning in grief and guilt following
the death of his wife four years ago. Then, along comes a lawyer with an outsider who
claims to own 50 percent of his home, his land. After years of self-imposed isolation, Mitch is
now trapped with them both in his small cabin. Determined to make their lives a misery, he
almost succeeds, until their unwanted interaction and attention makes him remember the
man he used to be—the one he thought lost forever—giving him another chance at a
happiness he’s not sure he deserves.

Excerpt

“I’m a determined man, Mr. Houghton.”

“Or a foolish one.”

I shrugged, not prepared to admit I was beginning to agree
with him.

“Time after time, you were told no, but unlike any decent
man, any honorable man, you didn’t leave me alone and walk away, did you?” He didn’t wait
for me to answer. “No, instead, you went behind my back and began pressuring my brother
to sell, recognizing he’d be the more gullible of us, the weaker of the two.”

I frowned at his answer. Obviously, there was far more bad
blood between them than I’d originally suspected.

Not my problem.

“And you think it’s me who’s foolish.” I chuckled and shook
my head. “I’m here today because you requested this meeting. You. You were the one who’d
finally decided to sell.” I lifted my shoulders. “Don’t kid yourself into believing I’m the bad
guy in this scenario. It’s pretty obvious as soon as you received our offer and caught sight of
all those zero’s, you had a very rapid change of heart.”

“A momentary lapse in judgment,” he snapped at
me.

“Whatever.” I balled my hands into fists in my pants trying
to remain relaxed, knowing my next admission wasn’t going to be well received. “Oh, and by
the way. To be clear, your brother came to us, not the other way around.”

“No.” His sharp rebuttal sounded almost painful.

I shrugged again. “Believe what you want, but I’m telling
the truth. Until Jared Houghton offered up his fifty percent, I’d given up on the purchase,
had decided you weren’t worth the time and effort to continue pursuing.”

Something flashed in his eyes at my comment but was gone
too quick for me to decipher. “There are other cabins, other land”—removing my hands
from my pockets, I spread my arms to indicate the shabby interior—“in much better
condition.”

He moved off the jamb and was in my face before I had
chance to blink, his voice low and threatening. “Be very careful what you say in
my
home, Mr. Sanchez.” He said my name like my presence left a bad taste in his mouth. “You’re
a guest here, and you better remember that—and your manners.”

I took in a few deep breaths, wanting to calm down and
ensure I didn’t say something inappropriate. I hated being threatened. Watching Mason
after his attack, how he’d get jumpy and scared at the slightest hint of raised voices or
aggression from others, I’d done everything in my power to help him work through his
trauma. To the point I automatically placed myself in front of him whenever he got anxious,
protecting him from anyone getting too close. So Mitchell trying his intimidation act on with
me in the hopes I’d cower meekly? Well, I couldn’t help myself.

“Ah, but that’s not quite true anymore, is it?” My blood
pumped hard in my veins, rapidly heading south, making me hard. I wouldn’t say I was
enjoying our sparring match, but the male aggression filling the air, raising our body
temperature, and releasing delicious-smelling pheromones of sweat and musk pushed all my
buttons.

I glanced around the room with its worn couch, scuffed oak
furniture, and thick log walls, thinking if renovated, the place would look amazing. “I’m not
really here as a guest, am I? I own fifty percent, remember? So this place is as much mine as
yours.”

I didn’t see the punch coming until it connected with my
gut, winding me as it knocked the air from my lungs in a loud whoosh, doubling me over as
pain ripped through my abdomen. The next thing I knew, I was grabbed by the collar of my
expensive silk shirt and the back of my leather belt and heaved up as if I weighed nothing.
He dragged me around the couch to the front door, which, typically, opened as we got there,
to a horrified Leo.

Mitchell pushed past him, me firmly in his grip, my
struggling useless against his power and strength as he swung me back, and then let gravity
pull me speedily forward before releasing me, sending me flying across the porch to land in
the snow and frozen dirt at the bottom of the steps in front of the cabin.

“My house,” he roared. “My home. Mine.” Then he
slammed the door firmly behind him, leaving me there on my ass and out in the
cold.

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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: A Little More
Forgiveness (Hot Property, Book 3)

Author: Pauley J
Ray

Publisher: NineStar
Press

Cover Artist: Jaycee
DeLorenzo

Release Date: July 2,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity

Themes: Threesome, Forgiveness and redemption, Overcoming past
trauma

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 120 000 words/ 836
pages

This is book three of a four-
book series. It does not end on a
cliffhanger

Each book concentrates on a
different main character from the four owners of a successful construction company.
Successive books will include spoilers from the previous ones if the books are not read in
order.

Goodreads

Buy Links

NineStar Press | Amazon UK

Amazon
US | Amazon CA

Three angry men, two
loveable dogs and one isolated cabin.

What could possibly go
wrong?

Blurb

Gabriel Sanchez is a man running away from his past,
unaware it’s about to catch up to him. Stuck in an isolated cabin with two strangers is the
last thing he planned. One guy, a bear of a man shouldering intolerable emotional pain,
Gabe instinctively wants to soothe. The other, kinder, gentler, and just wishing to be seen,
Gabe desperately wants to show him how visible he is. However, the harder he tries to keep
both at bay, the more they fight and the closer they get until his heart begins to desire things
he’s promised himself it can never have again.

Leo Taylor has yearned for approval his whole life, and as
the lawyer negotiating the sale of a run-down cabin and its land, this time he may just earn
it. But, trying to keep the peace between a cocky New Yorker and the grumpiest man alive is
slowly taking its toll. During their confinement, secrets are uncovered that will force Leo to
make a tough choice. Close the sale and gain the approval he craves, or follow his heart and
fight for the men for whom he’s falling head over heels.

Mitchell Houghton is drowning in grief and guilt following
the death of his wife four years ago. Then, along comes a lawyer with an outsider who
claims to own 50 percent of his home, his land. After years of self-imposed isolation, Mitch is
now trapped with them both in his small cabin. Determined to make their lives a misery, he
almost succeeds, until their unwanted interaction and attention makes him remember the
man he used to be—the one he thought lost forever—giving him another chance at a
happiness he’s not sure he deserves.

Excerpt

“I’m a determined man, Mr. Houghton.”

“Or a foolish one.”

I shrugged, not prepared to admit I was beginning to agree
with him.

“Time after time, you were told no, but unlike any decent
man, any honorable man, you didn’t leave me alone and walk away, did you?” He didn’t wait
for me to answer. “No, instead, you went behind my back and began pressuring my brother
to sell, recognizing he’d be the more gullible of us, the weaker of the two.”

I frowned at his answer. Obviously, there was far more bad
blood between them than I’d originally suspected.

Not my problem.

“And you think it’s me who’s foolish.” I chuckled and shook
my head. “I’m here today because you requested this meeting. You. You were the one who’d
finally decided to sell.” I lifted my shoulders. “Don’t kid yourself into believing I’m the bad
guy in this scenario. It’s pretty obvious as soon as you received our offer and caught sight of
all those zero’s, you had a very rapid change of heart.”

“A momentary lapse in judgment,” he snapped at
me.

“Whatever.” I balled my hands into fists in my pants trying
to remain relaxed, knowing my next admission wasn’t going to be well received. “Oh, and by
the way. To be clear, your brother came to us, not the other way around.”

“No.” His sharp rebuttal sounded almost painful.

I shrugged again. “Believe what you want, but I’m telling
the truth. Until Jared Houghton offered up his fifty percent, I’d given up on the purchase,
had decided you weren’t worth the time and effort to continue pursuing.”

Something flashed in his eyes at my comment but was gone
too quick for me to decipher. “There are other cabins, other land”—removing my hands
from my pockets, I spread my arms to indicate the shabby interior—“in much better
condition.”

He moved off the jamb and was in my face before I had
chance to blink, his voice low and threatening. “Be very careful what you say in
my
home, Mr. Sanchez.” He said my name like my presence left a bad taste in his mouth. “You’re
a guest here, and you better remember that—and your manners.”

I took in a few deep breaths, wanting to calm down and
ensure I didn’t say something inappropriate. I hated being threatened. Watching Mason
after his attack, how he’d get jumpy and scared at the slightest hint of raised voices or
aggression from others, I’d done everything in my power to help him work through his
trauma. To the point I automatically placed myself in front of him whenever he got anxious,
protecting him from anyone getting too close. So Mitchell trying his intimidation act on with
me in the hopes I’d cower meekly? Well, I couldn’t help myself.

“Ah, but that’s not quite true anymore, is it?” My blood
pumped hard in my veins, rapidly heading south, making me hard. I wouldn’t say I was
enjoying our sparring match, but the male aggression filling the air, raising our body
temperature, and releasing delicious-smelling pheromones of sweat and musk pushed all my
buttons.

I glanced around the room with its worn couch, scuffed oak
furniture, and thick log walls, thinking if renovated, the place would look amazing. “I’m not
really here as a guest, am I? I own fifty percent, remember? So this place is as much mine as
yours.”

I didn’t see the punch coming until it connected with my
gut, winding me as it knocked the air from my lungs in a loud whoosh, doubling me over as
pain ripped through my abdomen. The next thing I knew, I was grabbed by the collar of my
expensive silk shirt and the back of my leather belt and heaved up as if I weighed nothing.
He dragged me around the couch to the front door, which, typically, opened as we got there,
to a horrified Leo.

Mitchell pushed past him, me firmly in his grip, my
struggling useless against his power and strength as he swung me back, and then let gravity
pull me speedily forward before releasing me, sending me flying across the porch to land in
the snow and frozen dirt at the bottom of the steps in front of the cabin.

“My house,” he roared. “My home. Mine.” Then he
slammed the door firmly behind him, leaving me there on my ass and out in the
cold.

Hosted by Gay Book Promotions