COVER REVEAL: “An Odyssey of Shadows” by Dion Marc

COVER REVEAL

Book Title: An Odyssey
of Shadows

Author: Dion
Marc

Cover Artist: Illustrated by
Author

Release Date: March 25,
2024

Genres: Period Fantasy, Epic Fantasy, Drama, Thriller

Tropes: Ancient Secrets, Family Drama, Coming of Age, Epic Storylines
with Lots of Characters, Hero’s Journey, Greek Tragedy.

Themes: Ancient Greece meets 1945, Queer Main MCs, M/M, F/F Side
Characters. Not a traditional style romance. Fantasy First, Strong Word Building, WW2, many
different folklores involved.

Heat Rating: 3.5 flames

Length: 90 000
words

It is the first book in a new
series –
The Odyssey of Theodore
Miller.

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A Hero’s Journey Is a Tale
of Tragedy.

Blurb

In the wake of his brother’s
death, Theodore’s world is irrevocably shattered. Now he stands alone against the shadows
that dance at the whims of Gods. Clad in armour touched by magic and driven by a sharp
mind, he faces a world of chaos and trials of unimaginable darkness all to save his brothers

life. Each heartbeat of fear, each spark of hope, fuels his fight through a world where his
bookish smarts may be his key to survival. Yet, Gods have never been known to play fair –
especially the war god – Arēs

‘An Odyssey of Shadows’ is
the first instalment of a new fantasy series set in the year 1945, penned by Amazon
bestselling author and artist Dion Marc. This saga weaves queer protagonists and intricate
plot lines into an unputdownable read.

 

Excerpt

The air was dense, choking me
with its acrid stench. I found myself in an unending void, where even my own body seemed
to disappear into the oppressive blackness. But the silence was the worst of all—a soundless
void that made my eardrums ache with its sheer weight.

Then, a light—faint at
first—began to pulse in the distance. A scarlet bloom beckoning me closer. As I drew near,
the light revealed itself to be a door, slightly ajar, emanating an even deeper blackness than
the void around it. From within, whispers floated out, layered over each other until they
became a cacophony of desperate cries and muffled screams.

“Join us. Save us. Take
us.”

Unable to resist its pull, I pushed
the door wider. Inside was an endless expanse of contorted, writhing figures, locked in a
dance of agony. Their skin seared, peeling away to reveal muscle and bone, yet they moved
as if in rhythm to some ghastly melody.

And there, in the midst of the
tormented crowd, was Thomas. His once bright brown eyes were now hollow, devoid of
hope or recognition. Chains wrapped around his body, pulling him deeper into the throng. I
tried to scream, to shout his name, to reach out, but my voice was stolen by the void, and
my limbs were weighed down by invisible forces.

My own cries seemed to echo
back to me from the abyss until a blinding surge of scarlet light consumed
everything

 

About the Author

Bestselling Scottish Australian
author Dion Marc lives and breathes queer art. Whether he is painting, writing, sewing or
dancing naked in the moonlight he does it with pride. He is a practising Hellenistic polytheist
who believes in healing the world one hug at a time and that drinking tea without a biscuit is
a horrendous crime. Dion has worked on Harry Potter, Moulin Rouge, Hamilton and so many
more creative and flamboyant shows. You can follow Dion on Instagram
@author.dionmarc

 

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NEW RELEASE: “Scales & Stones” by Jessamyn Kingley.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Scales
& Stone (D’Vaire, Book 40)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: November 9,
2023

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 000
words

It is not a standalone story,
but does not
end on a cliffhanger.

Goodreads Series Link

Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

Sometimes it takes finding
love to appreciate the best parts of yourself.

Blurb

Decades after leaving behind a king who attempted to sell
him for wizard experimentation, Lex D’Vairedraconis lives in a place filled with loved ones. At
Court D’Vaire, the dragon shifter has access to everything. He wants for nothing. But his lack
of purpose frustrates him. Surrounded by successful people, Lex can’t figure out how to
channel his energy. And he dearly wants to know why Fate hasn’t paired him with
anyone.

Rutledge Blackstone is alone. As a gargoyle, he shouldn’t
live among humans, but he fears the many enemies hunting his kind. To survive, gargoyles
must separate. His parents, and even his twin brother, have left him in a house slowly
crumbling around his ears. To comfort himself, he records every happy moment in a
notebook, and waits for the day to add more memories to his treasure trove.

But the gargoyles aren’t being tracked by foes alone. The
new gargoyle rulers and their allies want to aid people like Rutledge. To his shock, the
Council of Sorcery and Shifters wants him to join, and he soon lands an invitation to the
renowned sanctuary at Court D’Vaire. Before he can decide whether to accept, he meets
Lex. Their attraction is instant, but Rutledge is anything but intrepid.

To build a life together, they must learn to love
unconditionally and find their true purpose in life.

Excerpt

In the days that had passed since Rutledge had first invited
Lex into his bedroom, they’d learned a little about what each of them liked. Rutledge didn’t
want to forget any of the things that drove them both delightfully crazy, so he listened to the
steady breathing of the dragon curled around him and slowly, incrementally, moved closer to
the nightstand. The last thing Rutledge wanted to do was wake Lex, despite the bright
sunshine coming through the glass doors that led to his balcony and the breakfast likely
waiting for them downstairs.

As carefully as he could, Rutledge pulled open the small
drawer and waited a heartbeat to ensure Lex was still snoozing behind him. Once he was
sure Lex hadn’t stirred, Rutledge grabbed a pencil and his current notebook. With a happy
sigh, Rutledge snuggled back into his pillow and adored the heavy weight of Lex’s arm across
his middle.

Rutledge decided to make a list of the things about Lex that
pleased him and jotted down the dragon’s penchant for keeping himself uncovered at night.
His pencil moved swiftly from line to line as Rutledge added Lex’s kisses and the way he
clearly stated what he wanted during their encounters.

Lex never failed to tug on Rutledge’s errant tresses.
Something about that simple gesture drove Rutledge out of his mind with lust. His balls
would be near to bursting, and that little yank on his hair would nearly make him blow his
load every single damn night. Following their incredible climaxes, Lex would hold him tightly.
He’d just pull Rutledge into arms where they lay and hug him close.

It added a level of sweetness and caring to sex Rutledge
hadn’t experienced prior to meeting Lex. Since they were mates and Rutledge genuinely
adored his dragon shifter, it made perfect sense. The feeling and scent of home would
overwhelm Rutledge, and if he wept a tear or two of happiness, that was his
business.

Rutledge had pursed his lips and was wondering how best
to describe Lex’s cock when the discordant sound of a cellphone startled him so badly, he
nearly dropped his pencil.

“Mine or yours?” Lex asked, his voice roughened with sleep
as he reached over Rutledge to slap at the nightstand.

“Yours,” Rutledge said, trying to shove his notebook under
his pillow so Lex wouldn’t figure out he was making a list about their steamy nights and
mornings.

Lying there stiff as a board, Rutledge wondered how to get
the notebook in his hand closed and into the drawer before Lex figured out what he was
doing.

“Hmm, what is Worth up to now?” Lex muttered.

Eager to discuss anything besides his own relentless need
to document everything, Rutledge injected levity into his voice. “Why, what did he
say?”

A hand landed on Rutledge’s hip, and a tender kiss was
pressed to his shoulder. “You okay? What’s wrong?”

“Why do you think something’s wrong with me?”

“Because your voice just reached the highest octave I’ve yet
to hear from you, and you squealed pretty loud when I licked your balls last night,” Lex
drawled. “And you’re tense. Did something happen? Was it something I did?”

“No,” Rutledge replied immediately and flung his pencil
onto the floor as he rolled to face a worried Lex. There was an imprint from the pillowcase
on his cheek, and for once, Rutledge wasn’t the only one with wild hair, but Lex was still
stunningly sexy. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“That was your pencil hitting the floor, wasn’t it?”

Rutledge couldn’t help the color rising to his cheeks. “I was
making a list.”

“What I don’t understand is why you keep trying to hide it
from me,” Lex said softly as he swept a wayward lock of hair away from Rutledge’s eye. “You
can write whatever you want in your notebook.”

“I know,” Rutledge murmured, his gaze landing on Lex’s
deliciously naked chest. The dark hair there was impossible to resist, so Rutledge rested his
palm on that solid muscled wall to enjoy the feel of it against his skin.

“So, why are you throwing pencils and trying to shove your
notebook under the pillow?”

“This was a different kind of list, and I guess I was
embarrassed.”

“Was this a dirty list, Rutledge?”

Hearing the smile in his voice had Rutledge shifting to kiss
Lex’s upturned lips. “It was.”

“Want to read it to me?”

“No.”

Lex chuckled. “Fine, be mean about it. Come take a shower
with me. Worth wants to talk to us, and if we don’t hurry, we’re going to miss breakfast. You
were so absorbed in writing your sexy little list that you let me sleep in too late.”

“It’s Saturday, and you were obviously tired,” Rutledge
protested as Lex shoved the comforter aside and they peeled themselves out of the tangled
sheets to bathe.

“Good thing it’s the weekend or you would’ve been late for
work.”

“Why would I be late?”

Lex snagged Rutledge’s hand and led him into the
bathroom, where he turned the shower on. Thankfully, the water heated quickly because
Lex urged Rutledge in and slid the glass door shut behind them.

“Because I can hardly be expected to scrub you clean
without playing a little,” Lex said, crowding Rutledge into the wall and pressing his body
close. “And I don’t think either of us can resist a few kisses.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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COVER REVEAL: “Scales & Stone” by Jessamyn Kingley

COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Scales
& Stone (D’Vaire, Book 40)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: November 9,
2023

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 000
words

It is not a standalone story,
but does not
end on a cliffhanger.

Goodreads Series Link

Amazon Series Link

 

Sometimes it takes finding
love to appreciate the best parts of yourself.

 

Blurb

Decades after leaving behind a king who attempted to sell
him for wizard experimentation, Lex D’Vairedraconis lives in a place filled with loved ones. At
Court D’Vaire, the dragon shifter has access to everything. He wants for nothing. But his lack
of purpose frustrates him. Surrounded by successful people, Lex can’t figure out how to
channel his energy. And he dearly wants to know why Fate hasn’t paired him with
anyone.

Rutledge Blackstone is alone. As a gargoyle, he shouldn’t

live among humans, but he fears the many enemies hunting his kind. To survive, gargoyles
must separate. His parents, and even his twin brother, have left him in a house slowly
crumbling around his ears. To comfort himself, he records every happy moment in a
notebook, and waits for the day to add more memories to his treasure trove.

But the gargoyles aren’t being tracked by foes alone. The
new gargoyle rulers and their allies want to aid people like Rutledge. To his shock, the
Council of Sorcery and Shifters wants him to join, and he soon lands an invitation to the
renowned sanctuary at Court D’Vaire. Before he can decide whether to accept, he meets
Lex. Their attraction is instant, but Rutledge is anything but intrepid.

To build a life together, they must learn to love
unconditionally and find their true purpose in life.

 

Excerpt

Everything inside Rutledge went on instant alert. To his
shock and mild horror, his dick sprang to life, and he hoped no one noticed he was fully
erect. The scent of dishwashing detergent, fabric softener, and household cleaner hit his
nose with unrivaled intensity. The smells of a happy home, something Rutledge yearned for
but feared to ask Fate for. His gargoyle roared with excitement, and the feeling of safety
flowed through Rutledge as his gaze locked with a brown-eyed stranger.

The man was probably about six-foot-three, which made
him about five inches taller than Rutledge. Although he wasn’t lanky by traditional
standards, his shoulders weren’t nearly as broad as a gargoyle’s. His dark hair was short and
combed away from his handsome face. Rutledge’s newfound ability to categorize multiple
races told him the man was a dragon shifter.

The stranger had paired a soft beige sweater nearly the
color of Rutledge’s shirt with faded jeans and boots that matched his scaly irises. His
expression was as astonished as Rutledge felt. Rutledge wondered if he was unhappy with
Fate’s choice for him, and he wished he could ask without embarrassing them both.
Desperate to remember every detail of this life-altering moment, Rutledge didn’t think. He
yanked out the notebook from his shirt pocket, along with a tiny pencil, and scribbled a
detailed description of his mate onto the first blank page he flipped to.

No one in the room said a word as Rutledge muttered and
glanced back at the man in between his hastily scrawled words to ensure that he described
his gift from Fate properly. His gargoyle wanted to know more, but Rutledge could get to
that once he’d finished recording everything to read later when he was alone again.

On his third page, Rutledge finally noted that there were
wolves in the room, and he barely bit back his scream.

“Wolves,” Rutledge yelled.

“Conley, you didn’t tell him we were bringing Nox and
Mortis?” asked a man who had to be six-six and had straight locks that fell to his shoulders in
a silky rain of blue and navy.

“It’s better to explain that in person, I think,” Conley
defended. “Rutledge Blackstone, allow me to present their Highnesses, High King Aleksander
and High King Rafe D’Vaire. The wolves on either side of them are resurrected sentinels tied
to their souls to protect them.”

“You’re supposed to introduce Squirt first,” Aleksander
replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blackstone.”

“I’m sure Dra’Kaedan doesn’t mind if I do things a little out
of order,” Conley argued.

“No, but it’s irritating when people talk about me like I’m
not in the room,” a short man with blond ringlets retorted. “Anyway, I’m Dra’Kaedan, and
the guy scowling behind me is my mate, Brogan.”

“Why do you always assume I’m scowling?” Brogan asked,
his navy eyes narrowed.

“Because he has yet to be wrong about it,” a man with a
striking resemblance to Aleksander drawled in a beautiful, crisp English accent. The others in
the room had fainter echoes of something far from the Texas drawls Rutledge was used to
hearing, but this stranger’s accent was thicker. “Excuse us, we don’t know how to act
appropriately. I’m Worth, and next to me is my best friend, Lex.”

Lex caught Rutledge’s full attention again, and he nearly
jotted his mate’s name down, but he needed to know if the short name was as simple to
spell as it was to pronounce.

“L-e-x?” Rutledge clarified.

A smile played around Lex’s mouth, and Rutledge noticed
dimples so faint he nearly missed them, which he hurriedly added to his list.

“Yes, Rutledge, that’s how I spell it,” Lex said, his accent
even more toe curling than Worth’s.

“How do you spell your name?” Lex asked.

“R-u-t-l-e-d-g-e,” he responded immediately and wondered
why that was important. There was no notebook in Lex’s hands, but maybe he kept a journal
at home?

“Hush, Mortis, I don’t know,” High King Rafe whispered
loudly to the black wolf with hints of navy in his fur. Like Lex and Worth, his accented English
told of a man who’d once lived far from Las Vegas.

Rutledge’s gaze widened as Lex winked at him.

“It’s okay, Mortis,” Lex said. “Rutledge is my mate, and
that’s why it’s important to know how to spell our names.”

“Yes,” Worth shouted as he lifted his fists in celebration. “I
told you your other half was out in the world waiting for you. Now you’ve finally left the
house, and right here he is.”

Lex glared at the taller dragon. “That’s not quite how I
remember the conversation.”

“Yes, well, if you’d written it down like our fair Rutledge,
you could prove your point, but alas, it is your word against mine,” Worth countered.
“Congratulations to you both.”

“Kind of makes you want to hit him with your car again,
doesn’t it?” Aleksander asked Lex.

“It’s a frequent feeling I’ve grown used to in the years that
have passed since,” Lex groused with a glare for Worth as he took two steps closer to the
gargoyle, who was reeling from the extraordinary meeting with the D’Vaires. “Thank you for
agreeing to this visit today, Rutledge. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

Overwhelmed by Lex’s beauty, sexy accent, and lovely
scent, Rutledge managed a blush and a nod.

 

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

 

Visit her website

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Blaze of Eternity” by Jessamyn Kingley.

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Blaze of
Eternity (D’Vaire, Book 39)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: September 28, 2023

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, overcoming obstacles

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 107 000
words

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Goodreads Series Link

Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

Amazon Series Link

Mates are forever, but
sometimes the road to eternal love is far from easy.

Blurb

Masse is a mage of earth, but he was born with a special
gift. Thankfully, a nomadic tribe of men stumbled upon him in his youth and recognized it.
The men rescued him from his isolated village, and since Masse was three he has worked
diligently to embrace his unique skills. Now twenty, Masse tries to be perfect but often
winds up punished for breaking their strict rules and testing his limits.

At birth, Fate slapped a phoenix on the arm of Jarl Kolsten
Eldrvalkyria, making him the first leader of his people chosen divinely. Surrounded by family
and friends, Kolsten loves his life and does everything to aid the exceptional phoenixes in his
village. A lover of books and long walks, he wanders through the woods one day and meets
his mate.

Kolsten and Masse come from two different worlds, and
their beliefs differ vastly. Unable to deny his attraction to Kolsten, Masse is fearful of building
a bond with him. Masse must decide between his destiny and his heart. But before they can
have the eternity Fate chose for them, Kolsten and Masse learn no road is without peril. And
even the best laid plans cannot account for the twists and turns of life itself.

Excerpt

The chilly air slapped him in the face, and Masse smiled as
he lifted his head to catch a snowflake on his tongue.

“I have decided I love winter,” Masse said.

“It becomes you,” Kolsten remarked softly, then scooped
Masse into his arms and ran to their longhouse.

Masse laughed uproariously and dutifully pushed the door
open to allow them entry. As ever, the fire was a welcome respite from the cold, but the
home was not nearly as warm as the hall filled with bodies. That did not matter to Masse.
The second his feet hit the floor, Masse peeled off his cloak, carefully set the sharp axe on
the table where they took their meals, and shoved off his boots.

“I was worried you would object to leaving the curtains
open so I could see your body by the light of the fire, but my concerns seem to have been
for naught,” Kolsten mused as Masse stripped and refused to feel anything but desire and
love as he removed his clothing.

“Is it wrong to act with such freedom with one’s mate?”
Masse asked, his cock hardening as Kolsten sat to remove his footwear after hanging up his
cloak.

“No, but I would rather you not be chilled either,” Kolsten
replied with a small smile.

“Since you are moving so slow, I will await you beneath the
covers.”

Kolsten chuckled as Masse rushed to their bed and
burrowed beneath the sheet. The phoenix shifter warmed Masse’s blood with his fair visage
and tempting mouth, but even the Jarl of Eldrvalkyria was no match for the bite of a winter
night. Masse waited impatiently until Kolsten strode over with his thick member half
hard.

Luxuriating in the feel of his skin against Kolsten’s as his
mate pulled him into his arms, Masse pointed to a thick pouch.

“One of the villagers gave me a special oil scented with
blooms as a gift this morn. She mentioned it would be lovely to use when your phoenix bit
me instead of using common oil. I was not sure what use she intended it for, but we cannot
stray from your traditions.”

“Sex is not something we shy away from discussing in our
village. We allow none to enter a matebond unaware of how two people may please one
another, no matter how they are fashioned,” Kolsten told him softly with a kiss to Masse’s
nose. “Oil is used to allow one man to take another.”

“You spoke of putting your member inside me, yet we have
not done so. Is that what you mean?”

Kolsten’s hand moved down to cup Masse’s arse. A shiver
and a gasp escaped Masse as Kolsten’s fingertip grazed his hole.

“The oil is used here, my Masse. With my fingers I would
stretch this tight skin until it is ready to welcome my cock. Then I would thrust deep inside
you and spill my seed. Or if you had an interest, you could prepare me in that way and make
love to me in that fashion.”

There was something in the way Kolsten said those words
that had Masse tilting his head to study his other half. “You are less than enthusiastic about
being the one penetrated.”

“It is not something I have done before. I was not inclined
to try it, but things are different with you. We are mates, and I would fulfill your every
dream.”

“You have taken other men this way?”

“Masse, I do not wish to discuss it.”

Strangely delighted with the irritation in Kolsten’s voice,
Masse grinned. “But what if it were my dream to know the names of your lovers? You do not
wish to break tradition and deprive me of anything, do you?”

Kolsten narrowed his eyes. “Would you prefer to roll over
and pleasure yourself while I took a well-earned rest?”

“Your phoenix would not grant you the mercy of sleep,”
Masse retorted and brushed their lips together. “I will not ask about your previous lovers,
but I do wish to be taken fully. You inside me, spilling your seed. That is my dream this
night.”

“I must ask if you are sure.”

Instead of a sweet kiss, Masse slipped his tongue deep into
Kolsten’s mouth and did not stop tasting him until they were both fully erect. Masse wiggled
against Kolsten to ensure his mate felt the proof of his desire. “Kole, this is what I
want.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

Visit her website

Join her Facebook group, Jessamyn’s Ruffian’s

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BLOG TOUR: “Enchanted Ink” by Robin Lynn.

BLOG TOUR

Book Title: Enchanted Ink

Author: Robin
Lynn

Cover Artist: Art by Gio
Guimaraes, Design by Katie Marlin

Release Date: June 1,
2023

Genres: LGBTQ Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Fantasy

Tropes: Fantasy/Magic/World-building, Tattoo artists, Hurt/Comfort,
Meet-Cute, Secret Identities, Celebrities, HEA, Queer romance

Themes: Self-acceptance, trauma recovery, transformation, Demisexual
representation.

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 60 000
words

It is a standalone book and
d
oes not end on a cliffhanger

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

When it comes to
transformation, magic only fixes what’s skin deep…

Blurb

In a world where an artist’s magic brings tattoos to life, ink
gone wrong can spell lasting heartache for those unlucky enough to experience it. Jaded and
cynical on both life and love, tattoo artist Ashton is about to find out that even the most
deeply-etched scars can be transformed into something beautiful when the right person is
holding the pen.

“Enchanted Ink” is a ground-breaking romance that
showcases how, with a bit of ink, some love, and a whole lot of trust, even the ugliest scars
can be transformed into something impossibly beautiful.

Using the art of tattooing as a metaphor for life,
“Enchanted Ink” makes it a mission to show even the most cynical and scarred of us that it’s
possible to heal, to find love, and that it’s never too late to start all over again.


Excerpt
The twelfth annual “Enchanted Ink” Tattoo Convention has been in full swing for hours,
but Ashton has yet to venture inside. It’s not as if he doesn’t know what he’ll find there: a
fairly standard convention space, divided using equally standard black curtains hanging from
predictable portable frames creating both booths and stations offering displays that are
anything but ordinary. Various tattoo artists and their work, in the flesh—the best of the
best, by both fact and opinion.

In addition to the booths, there are always several centralized
showcase stands, right in the middle of all the hustle and bustle. Elevated platforms where
human works of art strip down to their underwear and pose, proudly displaying full-body
and wildly colorful tattoos boasting some of the most intricate and beautiful imagery that
probably exists in the entire inked world.

This particular convention admits artists by invitation only, and
while Ashton isn’t technically here to work this year, it’s an event he’s enjoyed immensely in
the past. It’s bittersweet—perhaps a touch heavy on the bitter—hovering on the
outskirts, wondering whether he’ll ever find himself behind a booth and promoting his work
again. While that remains to be seen, there’s plenty here to worry about in the
meantime.

The thought of Whitaker working somewhere inside the
building behind him crosses Ashton’s mind and makes him grimace. He can practically feel
the tentative nerve he’s so painstakingly gathered, the courage to finally wander
through the front door, trickling away like water through a sieve.

Again.

Good thing it’s a nice day out, today. Sixty-eight degrees and
sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and Ashton brought a book. He can wait. The courage to go
inside will come.

Probably.

Sighing, Ashton rubs the sleeve of his too-dressy collared shirt
across the backs of his eyelids. The button on the cuff pokes his eye, and it feels like a call-
out. He’s too dressed up, he looks out of place. Too covered, if nothing else. Which isn’t to
say that tattooed folks can’t be modest—naturally, that’s false and would be a terribly
judgemental view to hold. Either way, the whole point of a tattoo convention is to show off
one’s body and as much art decorating skin as possible. It’s supposed to be a positive,
empowering experience.

That’s definitely the point, and his body is aesthetically
pleasant to look at, both sculpted and toned—yet here Ashton is, buttoned up solidly from
head to toe. Acting like he cares more about looking the part of a corporate stooge rather
than flaunting the walking canvas he is. Lame. So lame.

Lame, but necessary, he reminds himself.

About the Author

Robin Lynn is a 36-year-old
queer, autistic mother of two, an unabashed fangirl sometimes known as “Wings,” and a
disabled former firefighter, paramedic, and registered nurse. She writes for queer audiences
with the goal of reflecting and centering the lgbtqia2s+ community in more media, because
everyone deserves to see relatable, imperfect main characters who mirror themselves
simply existing and getting their happy endings.


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NEW RELEASE and SERIES TOUR: “Pith & Sickle – The Diabolous Chronicles” by D K Girl.

NEW RELEASE and SERIES TOUR

Pitch & Sickle –
The Diabolus Chronicles
by D K Girl

An MM Gaslamp
Fantasy Series

 

NEW RELEASE – BOOK 6

Book Title: The
Herlequin – Pitch & Sickle Book Six

Author: D K Girl

Length: 129 000
words

Release Date: April 27,
2023

Genre: MM Historical Fantasy

It is not a standalone story
and
ends on a cliffhanger.

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The journey to Blood Lake has begun…

Blurb
Pitch and Sickle have survived enraged fae queens,
murderous forest guardians, walking corpses, and ghosts turned monstrous by the
Blight.

They been tortured by sorcerers and made
playthings by enemies who have sided with the Morrigan.

The ankou and his daemon prince have been forced
to confront awful secrets from their pasts.

Both have made terrible sacrifices to keep the

other safe.
And would willingly do much more to protect the
unimaginable bond that has grown between them.


In the midst of the chaos and carnage a deadman
and a daemon have found each other.


Now, Prince Vassago will need his Pale Horseman
more than ever before.

With the escape from the Fulbourn comes the truth
about what lies ahead.


The journey will be perilous.
The great hunt has begun.
And all is not as it should be for a beleagered
daemon.


Can Silas and the Order outwit the Morrigan, and deliver Pitch to where
Seraphiel’s secrets lie?

Or will the sorcerers’ Herlequin succeed where all the rest have failed?

 

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SERIES

BOOK 1

Book Title: The
Bandalore – Pitch & Sickle Book One

Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor
Designs

Release Date: February 25,
2021

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 285
pages

Genre: Historical Fantasy MM

Tropes: Slow, slow burn, opposites attract

Themes: Loneliness and friendship

It is not a standalone book.
This is the first book in the Gaslamp Fantasy series, The Diabolus
Chronicles.

It has an unresolved
storyline rather than an outright cliffhanger.

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Silas Mercer died once.
He’d rather not do it again.

 

Blurb

1885 London, England

Silas Mercer died once. He’d rather not do it again.

On his return to the world of the living, Silas finds himself in
the hands of the mysterious Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.

The Order has London society clamouring for their services,
with tarot readings, seances and exorcisms among their arcane specialities.

Now they seem intent on making Silas their newest
recruit.

But they want far more from him than cheap parlour
tricks.

When the Order partners him with the scandalous rake,
Tobias Astaroth, Silas’s new life is turned on its head in more ways than one.

Tobias is quick-tempered, dangerously charming, and far
more than the man he seems.

For Silas, surviving what the Order has planned for him will
be a challenge.

But finding a way to survive Tobias Astaroth could prove
impossible.

 

A slow-burn MM Gaslamp Fantasy series.

Contains: Sexual content, violence and rather a lot of
cursing.

This is the first book in the thrilling Gaslamp Fantasy series,
The Diabolus Chronicles

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: The Verderer
– Pitch & Sickle Book Two

Length: 309
pages

Release Date: June 30,
2021

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The o
verarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

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Life as a servant of
death has its challenges.
But the biggest one of all
is Silas’s daemonic guardian, Pitch.

Blurb

Silas Mercer is a dead man walking.

And the mysterious Order of the Golden Dawn have big
plans for their newest ankou and his deathly bandalore.

Life as a servant of death has its challenges.

But the biggest one of all is Silas’s daemonic guardian,
Pitch.

He may look like heaven, but he’s making Silas’s life all kinds
of hell.

The daemon is arrogant, egotistical and his appetite for
violence and tea cakes is fast outgrowing the small village where they have been
recuperating since their run-in with Black Annis.

Now, the increasingly unstable Blight is causing new havoc,
and fresh monstrosities are emerging.

Pitch and Sickle are back in the saddle, and on their way to
the haunted Forest of Dean.

But can Silas rely on his guardian’s protection?

Or will Pitch prove to be the most dangerous encounter of
all?

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: The Skriker –
Pitch & Sickle Book Three

Length: 369
pages

Release Date: October 20,
2021

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The o
verarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

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Silas Mercer has faced
wily boggarts, mad faerie queens and enraged forest spirits. But can he withstand a daemon
who is losing his mind?

Blurb

Silas Mercer has faced wily boggarts, mad faerie queens
and enraged forest spirits.

But can he withstand a daemon who is losing his
mind?

Pitch and Sickle are left bruised, battered and reeling after
their confrontation with the Verderer.

They have learned a startling truth behind the arrowhead
that wounded Silas, a truth that must be taken to the Lady Satine and the Order without
delay.

But his encounters in the Forest of Dean have effected Pitch
in alarming ways. The daemon’s body may have healed but his erratic behaviour and wildly
unpredictable temper grow ever more concerning.

Silas owes his life to Pitch. Their experience in the forest
has brought them a closeness he could not have imagined possible.

But what can he do for a daemon who is losing his
way?

And how long will Silas survive, if he must ride
alone?

 

BOOK 4

Book Title: The
Greensward – Pitch & Sickle Book Four

Length: 412
pages

Release Date: April 13,
2022

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The o
verarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

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The Lady’s Horsemen
are riding out once more. Carrying death’s scythe to where tormented souls linger.
But what awaits them in a world where
divine magick has returned?

Blurb

The Lady’s Horsemen are riding out once more. Carrying
death’s scythe to where tormented souls linger.

But what awaits them in a world where divine magick has
returned?

Pitch is recovered from the injuries he received in the
Forest of Dean, and Silas won’t soon forget the part he played in setting his guardian back on
his feet.

The ankou and the daemon have been reunited in a most
unexpected and intimate way, but barely have they caught their breath when a new threat
arises.

A tortured spirit is frightening both the living and the dead
along the roads of Devon.

But is this soul a monster that must be stopped, or another
pawn in the necromancer’s mysterious game?

With Azazel’s magick re-emerging after hundreds of years,
maleficium plagues the world once more. But who is wielding the forbidden arcane magick
of the angels?

Do they work alone?

And why are they so intent on harassing the Lady’s
Horsemen?

Silas has never felt stronger, or more determined to live up
to the Order’s high expectations. He’s faced the walking dead, outwitted the enchanted Hall,
and gained an ally in the skriker.

But he’s not sure he’s equipped to handle his growing
attraction to a troubled daemon.

And Silas fears that getting any closer to Pitch and his tragic
secrets may prove as dangerous as the monsters they are riding to face.

 

BOOK 5

Book Title: The
Fulbourn – Pitch & Sickle Book Five

Author: D K Girl

Publisher: Lucas Publishing

Length: 133Kwords/ 458
pages

Release Date: October 20,
2022

It is not a standalone story.
While it d
oes not end on a cliffhanger, there are
some unresolved issues.

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When the King of Daemonkind comes to call, be ready
for hell to follow.

Blurb

After Lucifer’s disturbing visit,
the quest to destroy the Blight takes on a desperate urgency.

Finding Lieutenant Edward
Charters is paramount.

But what role does a mortal man
play in Seraphiel’s dangerous game?

The angel has sent Pitch a
talisman from beyond the grave, a seemingly innocuous watch that may be the key to
ending the Watcher King’s dark legacy. But to learn its secret Pitch and Silas must find the
man intended to carry it.

As the search for the lieutenant
begins, the Horsemen find themselves gifted with something more precious than any angelic
token. An evening of unexpected freedom.

A night that will deepen their intimacy and bring
long-stifled feelings to the fore.

But what price will they pay for
choosing breathless pleasure over rigid duty?

The Morrigan have not forgiven
the destruction at the greensward. They are prepared to do whatever it takes to rid
themselves of the Horsemen and heed the Watcher King’s ghostly call.

The Fulbourn is Pitch and Silas’s
greatest threat yet.

A place that will drive them into the depths of their
most terrible fears and seek to tear them apart.

They are closer than ever before but will that fragile new bond be
enough to save them?
Or have the daemon prince and his ankou found the nemesis that will destroy them once
and for all?

 

Excerpt from ‘The Bandalore-Pitch & Sickle Book One’

A rather pretty gentleman, sharp featured, pale and fine,
stepped into the room with a flourish of raised hands. His tousled light brown hair was wild
about his shoulders, and his eyes so green it was as though emeralds had been pressed into
the sockets. ‘Let the amusements begin…or should I say…continue.’

His velvet coat, a red almost as bold as the woman’s lips,
was unbuttoned, revealing a black shirt with a silver brocade of Chinese dragons upon it. An
elaborate ruffling of silk tumbled from the collar and covered a good portion of his chest. His
choice of trousers was equally curious, a rather outdated fall-front style in black silk.

The baron groaned, but his smile was ever-present. ‘Good
god, man, we thought you two would never be done.’

‘Perfection takes time, does it not?’

‘Take your seat, you rascal, and stop your showmanship, at
least just for a moment.’

Silas scratched his right palm absently, attempting to stymie
the prickle. Like many things about himself he wasn’t certain of his age, his late twenties was
likely, much the same as the man who had just swept into the room.

Mr Astaroth tilted his head, pursing lips that held a near-
perfect Cupid’s bow. ‘Am I to stand aside so another showman can perform?’

‘Exactly,’ the baron declared.

As Mr Astaroth made his way to his seat with his
companion, he had a notable effect on those in attendance. The ladies all at once seemed
incapable of deciding how they should adjust their gowns upon their seats, and the men
were equally as fidgety. All of them were fixated on Mr Astaroth’s procession across the
room. The man had not spared Silas a glance yet, even when he was deriding him, and Silas
had no issue with that at all. He was not sure he’d enjoy the pierce of those green eyes upon
him. But he could not deny there was indeed something mesmerising about the lad, the
sway of his hips, the coiled tension in his body that gave the impression he might suddenly
leap unannounced in any direction.

Mr Astaroth stopped to take a glass of champagne from the
tray offered by a somewhat flustered young footman. The liquid wobbled in its crystal
confines, and the boy’s eyes darted so quickly between the floor and the man before him, it
was as though he’d lost control of his eyeballs.

‘Thank you, kind sir. What a wonderful job you do.’ Mr
Astaroth’s smile was discomfortingly suggestive, his whispered appreciation of the boy’s
offering far too intimate, and the serving boy nearly stumbled over his own feet to move
away.

Mr Astaroth was slender, not remarkable in height, and the
angles of his face were delicate to the point of being feminine, but he held a presence that
quite overwhelmed the room. Silas’s gaze moved down the length of the man’s body to his
feet. He wore heeled boots, which meant he was shorter than first impressions allowed. The
glean of polished leather distracted Silas from what became startlingly obvious a moment
later. He tensed and closed his eyes a second, as though that might change things. But alas it
was not to be.

The ground at Tobias Astaroth’s feet held no
shadow.

Whoever this man was, he was not, for all intents and
purposes, human. Silas took hold of the arms of the chair, filled with the sudden desire to
depart. No one had thought to instruct him on an encounter such as this.

‘Stop frightening the help and get your arse on a chair,’
declared the bespectacled man at Silas’s left. ‘We know how you hate to have attention
diverted from you, so do try and behave, Pitch old boy.’

Evidently the group knew the man well enough to have
endowed him with a nickname. Silas could only imagine its origins.

‘Oh Brenton,’ Victoria, Mr Astaroth’s companion, said. ‘As
far as I’m concerned, Tobias has been on his best behaviour all evening.’ She had taken her
seat and leaned her elbows upon the table, utterly at ease.

‘Thank you, my dear,’ Mr Astaroth said. ‘You are as sensible
as you are extremely talented in the art of, what were we calling it? Tarot reading.’ He tilted
his glass towards her before turning to Silas. The air quite vanished from Silas’s lungs
beneath the daggers of his emerald stare. ‘How very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr
Mercer. I do hope we are in for a wonderful show.’

 

 

About the Author

Danielle K Girl is an Aussie who lives in stunning Tasmania with
her three furkids, cats Luffy, Sweetie and Ren.

Her idea of heaven is a farm full of rescue animals, with a
vegie garden that sprouts peanut M&M’s and chocolate wheaten biscuits.

When she’s not keyboard-deep in mysterious, beguiling
worlds, she is binge watching K-Dramas, listening to K-Pop or hiking through the beautiful
Tasmanian wilderness.

 

 

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COVER REVEAL: “Harry Trickery” by Jessamyn Kingley.

COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Harpy Trickery (D’Vaire, Book 34)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: January 26, 2023

Genre/s: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 300 words

The book does not end on a cliffhanger.

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The ruler of the sprites meets a proud, but wayward harpy. Will their love survive a little trickery?

Blurb

At eighteen, Warrior Chieftain Kitlivri Cyrrien of the Sprite Grove gained his title. On a dark night, Kitlivri lost his parents, sister, and nearly his entire population thanks to a horrid wizard potion. The Draconises took in him and his brothers, and Kitlivri gradually healed. Now he is a talented businessman, and the sprites have expanded by three dozen. Honored to be the Warrior Chieftain, Kitlivri does not want to give up his important role in Draconis Enterprises, but he believes it’s a necessity.

Jace Pagonis is a proud harpy, but he chafes at his people’s antiquated rules. When Jace isn’t arguing with his mother—the leader of the harpies—he’s sneaking around to improve his archery skills. Weapons and tricks are forbidden to harpy men but are necessary for the women, who are responsible for the men’s survival. Desperate to convince his mother to join the Council, Jace creeps out of his village one night to explore.

Two weeks into his fact-finding mission, Jace meets Kitlivri and is stunned to discover that Fate has selected them as mates. Jace misses home, but he cannot leave Kitlivri, nor does he want to explain to the courageous sprite that he’s the bratty son of the harpy ruler. Jace throws himself into life as Kitlivri’s other half and co-leader of the sprites, but weaves tales to avoid the truth. However, secrets never stay hidden for long, and Jace must face his lies or risk losing Kitlivri forever.

Excerpt

Jace scratched his head and tried to make sense of their conversation. “You want to bind our souls for eternity but be just friends for now?”

“Is that such a horrible thing? We did already agree not to rush intimacy.”

“Yes, but you also mentioned you were interested in kisses. I’m confused,” Jace said. “I’m not against going slow, I just want to make sure I understand. I don’t want to do or say the wrong thing. I’ve spent my entire life disappointing people with my inability to fall in line with their expectations. I’d like to avoid that in the future.”

“I don’t have a strict timeline in my head of when I think we should move from friends to lovers or whatever. As we get to know one another, I think we will figure it out.”

“I understand,” Jace said. “Perhaps it’s something we can discuss in the future.”

“Communication is definitely key to a good matebond.”

Although Jace understood Kitlivri had experienced tremendous loss, it was deflating to think they were entering another lie. Among harpies, there was no bargaining with Fate when it came to her choices for a person. Fate chose mates and leaders, and she guided the decisions of her chosen. This was honored without question.

Though Jace flaunted his mother’s rules, his parents had a love that was indisputable. His older sister had her other half too and was rarely seen without the woman Fate had picked for her.

The rebellious part of Jace that wanted to forge his own path should’ve applauded Kitlivri’s desire to ensure that what Fate did aligned with his desires for his life. Instead, Jace wondered if the Warrior Chieftain was already displeased by him.

A voice in his head told him he was being unfair and should pay more heed to Kitlivri’s words about his devastated family, so Jace set aside his unkind feelings. Kitlivri was scared, and it was Jace’s role to support him, not question his motives.

“Yes, it is,” Jace said and somehow managed not to cringe since he’d already told lies and half-truths to Kitlivri. Jace wasn’t proud of his dishonesty, his unkind thoughts about Kitlivri’s desire to take their relationship slowly, or himself, in the general sense. It wasn’t until Jace had left his mother’s village that he’d understood how little confidence he truly had, and he was clueless about how to mend himself.

“I’m sorry I’ve upset you.”

“No, you haven’t,” Jace said. “I assure you I’m fine with moving slow. I’m upsetting myself by being foolish, and I understand why caring for someone must terrify you. Thank you for being courageous enough to share that with me. In time, I hope to offer you the same honesty.”

“Love is scary, but I’m already committed to being your best friend.”

The closest thing Jace had to a friend was his father, and Zephyr’s priority was, understandably, his mate.

“I’ve never had a best friend. I’d like to be yours,” said Jace.

“We might even find that we like each other.”

Jace grinned. “You have a growing list of attributes, Kit.”

“As do you.”

“Are you ready to do this matebond thing now?” Jace asked.

“I’m nervous, but yes.”

“Good, I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

Kitlivri held out his hand, and Jace didn’t hesitate to take it. “Did I thank you for agreeing to nearly every D’Vaire tradition?”

“Excuse me? I agreed to them all. You’re the one who was worried some of the feather markings on my skin would disappear if we did those tattoo-like mating marks,” Jace argued.

“I’m a fan of your feathers. Are you okay with sharing a bedroom with me tonight? I’d rather it be no one’s business but our own that we’re postponing intimacy.”

“I think I can handle my desire to ravish you.”

“I’m hoping I have the same ability to resist you,” Kitlivri said. “You are captivating.”

“Not a horrible thing to hear from a handsome man.”

“Am I allowed to call you that too, or will it offend you?” Kitlivri asked.

“As long as you see me as more than the face Fate gave me, you may comment on it as much as you like.”

“Or I could compliment you on other features.”

“I might be harpy enough to enjoy them too.”

“Jace, will you be my mate today?” Kitlivri asked.

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

Jace’s future was a blurry road with no destination in sight, but Fate had given him someone to travel it with, and he would do his best to rise to the challenges ahead.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area, she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Desert Ice” by Rose Maefair.

RECENT RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Desert
Ice

Author: Rose
Maefair

Publisher: Self-Published –
listed as Motely Cat Publishing

Cover Artist:
MiblArt

Release Date: October 31,
2022 (First published January 30, 2017)

Genres: M/M Romance, Fantasy, Adventure

Tropes: Captive prince, enemies to lovers, misunderstanding

Themes: Forgiveness, Stranger in a Strange land

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 131 830 words/ 531
pages

It is intended to be the first in
a series. It is a revised version of the edition released in 2017.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Lysander is a mage
more used to commanding earth, metal, and wood than people. How is he to be master of a
slave, and the slave’s desire, when Lysander hasn’t fully mastered his
own?

Blurb

Lysander is a gentle mage who wants a warrior slave to save
his family. Wyl is a betrayed prince who wants his freedom and what was taken from him.
Their hearts and desires collide amidst storm, steel, and magic in the desert. Lysander can
master the elements, but can he master his desire for Wyl? Can Wyl fight for, let alone love,
any man that dares to own him? (Revised Edtion)

Excerpt

Arms numb, Wyl sagged against his restraining
post.

His thick, dry tongue cracked his lips, searching to find a
hint of moisture hidden in any recess in his mouth. There was no relief to be found.

He leaned his head back, wincing as the coarse rope around
his neck chafed against his raw skin. He stared at the unfamiliar sky above. Home was cloudy
skies and cool, wet winds from the sea. This sky was clear blue with a relentless sun high
above. He let his head fall forward to his chest. This sky was as cruel and foreign to him as
this ancestorless city.

How long had it taken the slave ship to travel the southern
lands, let alone Tandir? What had made his father think slavery was more merciful than
death?

Why did I not foresee D’ara’s treachery? Takesh! If I had the
spit, I’d gladly waste it on the sands to dishonor the thought of her.

She had cost him everything: his freedom, his home, his
family, and even his connection to the ancestors. He would get it all back. He would not be
one of the forgotten!

About the Author

Rose lives in southern
Indiana. When she isn’t writing, she can be found gaming or out with friends. Nearby
conventions are also familiar haunts. She’s especially fond of coffee shops and cats.
However, no matter what she is up to, her muse diligently takes notes, seeks inspiration, and
weaves together plots and ideas.

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