BOOK BLAST: “Little Red” by Shelby Rhodes.

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Book Title: Little Red (Fairy Tales Retold Book 1)

Author: Shelby Rhodes

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Jahla D. Brown

Release Date: January 30, 2022

Genres: Fantasy, Fairy tale, M/M Romance

Themes: Good vs. evil

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 72 415 pages

It is the first book in the series. The main story is
resolved.

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Blurb

Follow along and you will see a tale retold in a world of unimaginable creatures,
gods, and goddesses. A world filled to the brim with magic. Our story begins with a sorcerer
with too much power without the age to match.

Ryder, our hero, who just so happens to be a painfully short redhead, has found himself
burdened with the fates of thousands, in a life where he has so far received very few
answers. In order to find the cure to the plague that has overtaken the Kingdom of Solais, he
sets off on a quest to seek out his slightly crazy grandmother, in the Yore Forest.

Add in one flirty, handsome werewolf Prince, a sarcastic sorcerer-hating werewolf, some
full-blown insanity, and a bit of magic, and Ryder finds his momentous task doubling in
difficulty and stress. But all is not what it seems, and sometimes life takes you to places you
never wished to stand. In the end, Ryder’s decisions and paths are not choices but destiny.
And in said destiny lies insurmountable magic, death, and maybe even love.

Excerpt

Bane sprinted into the forest, running faster than Ryder could ever hope to.
The thudding of the man’s bare feet on the dirt path almost lured Ryder to sleep.

It would have been to their detriment. The danger was not over. Escaping
his grandmother would take more than physical strength and a little magic. She would not
give up that easily.

Ryder had barely had that thought when he felt it—magic. The air became
electric as it surged closer. He could taste it. Ryder could feel it permeating his very bones.
But something was wrong. Instead of fear or apprehension, his very soul felt elated.

Ryder felt energy build inside him. Strength he shouldn’t have had, it called
for his magic to rise. And as the unknown force sped towards them, his heart started to race
in anticipation.

At first, there was only a thundering rumble. Then the ground began to
shake, and a roaring symphony of cracking, snapping, and explosions followed—sounds of
pure destruction. Screeching beasts could be heard in the distance, the creatures dying as
they are unable to get out of the way of his grandmother’s spell. And soon, the already dim
sky darkened further.

He watched Bane quickly glance back. When the werewolf swore and
started a brutal pace, he knew they were probably screwed.

Even knowing that, Ryder couldn’t stop his eyes from widening in horror
when he finally caught sight of what was after them. It was not something anyone could
outrun. Headed their way was a tsunami-size wave of dirt, rocks, and trees. He could see
nothing beyond it. Not only was it coming from behind, but from all sides, leaving only an
increasingly narrow path in front of them.

And as the two waves began to swell over them, stealing away their path,
Ryder’s first thought was that they were going to die. But then the defiant part of him, that
always pushed him to defeat the odds, screamed no—no, he would not die this way! Ryder
refused!

He let his magic consume the mysterious energy—he let it free. Instead of
recoiling from the all-consuming spell coming for them, his magic flew towards it. As their
magic collided, a spell he had never learned filled his mind. The language was old, foreign to
him, but he somehow understood.

When the world turned to darkness, the wave mere seconds from crushing
them, time slowed for Ryder.

His body hummed, and the spell he shouldn’t have known past his lips.
“Îgňaęϋe těŕrvʼna ɋȏnǹ ȸrǽ relǽg’uɱ Ťę môrʋǐtȕs!”

He began to emit a red glow. That glow became brighter and brighter, until it
was blinding.

Ryder blinked as time returned to normal. The wall of dirt, all of it was gone.
The only evidence of it having been there was the barren land all around them.

“That was…insane,” Bane rasped, voice shaking. The man had a death grip
on him, and the werewolf’s voice wasn’t the only thing shaking.

In a slight daze, Ryder peered up at the man. Fearful brown eyes met his. It
was the look one cast at a monster. Ryder quickly glanced away.

Clearing his throat, Bane announced, “We should get going.”

Going where, Ryder thought weakly. He found he was too tired to ask. The
energy and magic that had saved them had dissipated, the spell that had been so clear
moments before was lost to him.

Bane started off again after a moment of hesitation, carrying him into the
barren wasteland the spell had created. Listening to the werewolf’s speeding heartbeat,
Ryder let his exhaustion take him.

While he did not know where they were going, or what was going to
happen, the one thing he did know was that this was far from over.

About the Author

Books have always been a big part of Shelby Rhodes’
life. Unfortunately, growing up writing had been a constant struggle for her. So, even with
her head filled with stories she never tried to write them down.

It took many years to gain the confidence to explore
writing as a creative outlet. Now writing has become a way for her to dive into new
adventures and explore new worlds.

With confidence, she fully intends to explore
everything that has been stuck in her head. It is her hope that others will join her on her
adventures.

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Witchbane is a supernatural,
second chance at love thrill ride packed with hurt/comfort, deadly magic, immortal witches,
determined hunters, spells and curses, true love, impressive explosions, spooky chills and
sexy thrills!

Genre/s: Gay romance, MM romance, supernatural romance adventure,
urban fantasy

Trope/s: Hurt/comfort, skeptical strangers to lovers, found family, second
chance at love, ‘I would risk anything for you’

The stories are stand alone
with no cliffhangers, but you’ll understand the world better if you read them in
sequence.

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 4 flames

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BOOK 6 – NEW RELEASE

Book Title: The Devil
You Know: MM Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 240
pages

Release Date: February 8,
2022

Themes: Evolving established relationship, acceptance of differences,
healing, learning to trust, letting go of the past, dealing with old betrayals, gaining skills,
learning to ask for help, facing old fears

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It all comes down to
trusting the devil you know!

Blurb

Seth and Evan met “on the
job” when Evan was the intended sacrifice of a dark coven, and Seth came to the rescue.
Now, they’ve teamed up to stop a century of ritual murders and get justice for Seth’s
brother Jesse and the other victims.

Seth and Evan have a plan to
stop the next witch disciple, plus new allies and magic. But this time, the warlock knows
they’re coming, and he has plans of his own. When Seth disappears and is trapped in a spell
that gives him his heart’s desire, can he free himself in time to help Evan?

And when Evan’s younger
brother shows up unexpectedly, can Evan trust Parker to have his back? It all comes down to
trusting the devil you know!

The Devil You Know is a
thrill-packed urban fantasy MM paranormal romance with plenty of supernatural suspense,
hurt/comfort, hot sex, found family, and dark magic and features an evolving, established
romantic relationship with all the feels.

***

BOOK 1

Book Title: Witchbane:
MM Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 246
pages

Release Date: February 19,
2018

Themes: revealing a hidden magical world, acceptance of differences,
healing, learning to trust,

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Seth is used to
risking his neck. He never intended to risk his heart.

Blurb

Seth is used to risking his
neck. He never intended to risk his heart. Seth Tanner swore to avenge his brother’s death.
But when his quest for vengeance brings him to Richmond to stop a dark coven’s next ritual
murder, he’s hell-bent on keeping Jackson Evan Malone from becoming the warlocks’ next
victim. He just didn’t expect to fall in love with the man he’s sworn to protect.

Evan thinks Seth is crazy.
Maybe that’s true—but Seth could still be right about the danger. Evan doesn’t believe in
witches, and he’s still healing from past betrayals. He might trust Seth with his life—but
what happens when he starts to fall for his handsome, dangerous protector?

Witchbane is a
supernatural, second chance at love thrill ride packed with hurt/comfort, deadly magic,
immortal witches, determined hunters, spells and curses, true love, impressive explosions,
spooky chills and sexy thrills!

***

BOOK 2

Book Title: Burn: MM
Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 120
pages

Release Date: September 26,
2018

Themes: Evolving established relationship, acceptance of differences,
healing, learning to trust, letting go of the past, dealing with old betrayals, gaining
confidence

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Fate and danger threw
them together. But once the adrenaline fades, will love last?

Blurb

Fate and danger threw them
together. But once the adrenaline fades, will love last? Seth saves Evan from a dark witch,
and they go on the run together, on the trail of a coven of ritual killers. But when the dust
settles, will Evan regret his choice? Seth’s life as a hunter is dangerous, and he’s constantly
on the road. He’s fallen in love with Evan and he wants him to stay, but Seth is afraid Evan
would be better off without him.

Evan’s whole world has been
turned upside-down by the dangerous stranger who saved his life. Evan made a split-second
decision and teamed up with Seth when just days ago, he didn’t even believe magic was
real. Now Evan’s worried that he might not be able to hold his own, but he’s determined to
have Seth’s back. He’s sure of only one thing—his love for Seth.

If they’re going to survive,
they need to learn to fight like a team. And if they’re going to make it as a couple, they need
time to heal old wounds, confess secrets and fears, and risk trusting each other—body and
soul.

Burn is a supernatural,
learning-to-trust-again thrill ride packed with hurt/comfort, deadly magic, immortal witches,
determined hunters, creepy ghosts, scary monsters, true love, impressive explosions, spooky
chills and sexy thrills.

***

BOOK 3

Book Title: Dark Rivers:
MM Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 238
pages

Release Date: October 23,
2018

Themes: Evolving established relationship, acceptance of differences,
healing, learning to trust, letting go of the past, dealing with old betrayals, learning to work
as a team

Trigger warning for mention
of past abusive relationship and dealing with a stalker

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If the skills
they possess aren’t enough to protect them and their bond can’t keep them together, the
ancient evil will remain unchallenged, and more people will die…

Blurb

Seth Tanner and Evan Malone
are learning to navigate their new partnership—as lovers and as monster hunters—while
hot on the trail of a coven of dark warlocks. Seth has never been in love like this before,
consumed by white-hot passion and willing to risk his life to protect Evan. His quest to
avenge his brother’s murder used to be an obsession, one he was willing to die for. Now,
Seth worries that his reckless pursuit of vengeance might get Evan—or both of them—killed.
But he can’t walk away—the witches’ century-long killing spree has to stop. Seth prays that
both he and Evan make it alive and together to the finish line, when the fight is
done.

Evan’s normal world turned
upside-down the night a dangerous stranger rescued him from being sacrificed in a bloody
ritual. Now he knows that magic and monsters are real, legends and lore are true, and
fighting for his life has become an everyday event. He’s learned to hold his own. But when a
vengeful ex-lover stalks him while they’re on a case, Evan has to confront his past and
confess an ugly truth. His love for Seth had been strong enough to get them this far, but he
fears that the stalker or the warlock could tear them apart forever.

If the skills they possess
aren’t enough to protect them and their bond can’t keep them together, the ancient evil will
remain unchallenged, and more people will die…

Dark Rivers is a
supernatural, daring-to-love-again thrill ride packed with hurt/comfort, deadly magic,
immortal witches, determined hunters, creepy ghosts, haunted houses, a developing
established relationship, impressive explosions, spooky chills and sexy
thrills.

***

BOOK 4

Book Title: Flame and
Ash: MM Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 208
pages

Release Date: September 5,
2019

Themes: Evolving established relationship, acceptance of differences,
healing, learning to trust, letting go of the past, dealing with old betrayals, learning to ask
for help, facing old fears

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When their lives are on
the line, will love be enough?

Blurb

The hunters become the
hunted. When their lives are on the line, will love be enough? Seth Tanner and Evan Malone
are hot on the track of a coven of dark witches responsible for a century of ritual murders.
Seth saved Evan’s life, and Evan joined him on the road, getting a crash course on magic and
the supernatural, learning how to fight and hunt. Seth worries that Evan’s going to get hurt,
or that he’ll realize this crazy, dangerous life isn’t for him—and break Seth’s
heart.

Evan Malone has fallen head
over heels for Seth, despite the danger and chaos. Their relationship is new, their emotions
are raw, and every hunt could be their last. Evan wants to prove that he’s committed to their
relationship, despite the rushed and rocky beginning. He’s pushing himself to learn new
skills so he can have Seth’s back—and his biggest fear is that Seth might get hurt because
Evan isn’t good enough.

Their next hunt takes them to
the Blue Ridge Mountains, but this time, the dark witch knows they’re coming—and has
plans of his own. Then Seth vanishes, and everything Evan has learned and his belief in their
bond as lovers is put to the test.

He’s got to prove he’s up to
the challenge and Seth’s faith in him, before the whole situation goes up in flames and
leaves nothing but ash.

Flame and Ash is a
fast-paced supernatural thrill ride packed with hurt/comfort, deadly magic, immortal
witches, determined hunters, creepy ghosts, haunted tunnels, a developing established
relationship, impressive explosions, spooky chills and sexy thrills.

***

BOOK 5

Book Title: Unholy: MM
Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 224
pages

Release Date: February 5,
2020

Themes: Evolving established relationship, acceptance of differences,
healing, learning to trust, letting go of the past, dealing with old betrayals, learning to ask
for help, facing old fears.

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A deadly curse on Seth
and Evan means time is running out. Can they find a way to turn the tables, or is Charleston
their final destination?

Blurb

A deadly curse on Seth and
Evan means time is running out. Can they find a way to turn the tables, or is Charleston their
final destination? Seth Tanner swore vengeance on the dark coven that killed his brother,
Jesse. He rescued Evan Malone from one of the witches, and they’ve fallen in love despite
the danger and chaos, going on the road to end the cycle of ritual murders. Their
relationship is still new, tested at every turn by danger and magic.

Seth and Evan head to
Charleston to stop the next warlock and save his intended victim. But this time, they’re too
late. The warlock has already powered up, and he’s determined to destroy the two hunters
one way or another.

Unholy is a thrill-packed
urban fantasy MM paranormal romance with plenty of supernatural suspense,
hurt/comfort, passion, found family, and dark magic, and features an evolving, established
romantic relationship with all the feels.

Excerpt from The Devil You Know

We just might die tonight, and it won’t even be
monsters that kill us.

Seth Tanner hunched low over the handlebars of his
black Hayabusa motorcycle and urged the roaring engine to eke out a bit more
speed.

Behind him, his partner Evan Malone wrapped his
arms tight around Seth’s midsection and tucked his helmet against Seth’s shoulder
blades.

The rev of a truck close behind them told Seth their
pursuers weren’t ready to give up. Then a shot fired, changing the whole game.

“Fuck,” Seth muttered and wove from one side of
the lane to the other, desperate to keep the goons from getting a clear shot.

The gunman fired a second time and a third. Seth’s
luck wasn’t going to last forever, and then one of the bullets would hit Evan, the bike, or
him. Seth had a good idea who had hired the hitmen, and he doubted they showed up on a
dark Ohio road just to send a warning.

A light ahead drew Seth’s attention, and he skidded
into the gravel lot of a cinder block roadhouse. Neon beer signs cast a crimson glow that
attracted a row of pickups and Harleys. Red paint on white walls proclaimed it to be
Charley’s Place.

I’ll take my chances on a bar fight over being
shot in the back.

The charcoal Ford truck chasing them never slowed,
rumbling past the bar too fast for Seth to get a good look, and then it was gone, swallowed
by the night.

He faced the motorcycle toward the road, sheltered
between a beat-up green F-150 and a red Silverado with a gun rack in the back window. Seth
felt sure that he and Evan would be no more welcome inside than they’d been with the guys
who chased them, so when their attackers didn’t return, Seth hit the gas and headed back
the way they came.

His heart didn’t stop pounding until he slowed at
the entrance to the campground where they had parked their RV. While it wasn’t late, Seth
was hyper-aware of the rumble of the motorcycle’s engine, not wanting to draw attention.
When they pulled up in front of their site, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s been here,” he said to
Evan as he climbed off the bike and secured it. His body still hummed with adrenaline, and
Seth scanned the area for danger as Evan followed him to the RV’s door.

Locks and security alarm aside, the fifth-wheeler

and black pickup that towed it were also protected by magical wardings, courtesy of friends
with supernatural abilities. The protections recognized Seth and Evan but were designed to
keep out intruders.

Seth turned on the lights and gasped when he saw
the blood on Evan’s jacket and realized his boyfriend was leaning heavily against the
wall.

“You’re hit.” Seth helped Evan to sit at the table and
went to fetch their medic kit.

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male
paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with
the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with
co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less
romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in
secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions
Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered
dogs.

Series include
Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more
in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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Book Title: Changeling: MM Paranormal Fantasy Romance (Outcast
Mates)

Author: Lee
Colgin

Publisher: Colgin
Enterprise

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: February 10,
2022

Genre: MM Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, found family, grumpy/sunshine, forced
proximity

Themes: Finding yourself

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 65 000 words/ 260
pages

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

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When a fae changeling on
the run is forced to hunker down with a grumpy incubus, will enemies become lovers or is
an ancient curse too much for them to bear?

Blurb

Dominus—an incubus who runs a brothel called The Twig
& Berries—is bored with his life and customers alike.

Sebastian—a changeling faerie swapped at birth for a
human infant—is reeling with the knowledge of his true heritage. Unsafe among humans,
he travels north to meet others of his kind.

But danger lurks, and when Sebastian is forced to hunker
down with Dominus for safe harbor, the tension between them flares hot.

Sebastian is the only person that’s piqued Dominus’s
interest in ages, but he’s fae. And Dominus has reason to despise faeries.

Forced together as trespassers infiltrate the territory, will
enemies become lovers or will a curse keep them apart forever?

Changeling
is an MM Paranormal Fantasy Romance featuring enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, a
steamy love story, lamb on a stick, and surprise visitors from other novels. If you enjoyed
Beneath the Opal Arc, this book’s for you.

Excerpt

A creature strolls into the room so stunning I must blink to
be sure he’s real.

Aside from the massive horns and gently swaying tail, he
doesn’t look like any demon I’ve ever imagined. He’s gorgeous, with gray-dappled lavender
skin, and he’s huge—taller than me even without considering the coiled horns that add
another foot to his already astounding height.

His sapphire blue eyes, sparkling with an interest that rivals
my own, catch my gaze. Silver brows—the same color as his long braided hair—arch to
elegant crescents high on his forehead.

“What treasure has arrived at my door this morning?” A sly
smile forms across lush pink lips. His skin is simply otherworldly, shining with an aromatic oil
spread from neck to toes.

I inhale the fragrance of a bouquet of fresh spring blossoms
plucked to gift a lover.

“Dominus, meet Sebastian, who finds himself in need of
safe harbor.” Ivaz makes a sweeping gesture from him to me. “Sebastian, meet Dominus,
who’s agreed to take you in.”

I let my gaze wander over the length of him. Practically
naked, he wears only a sheer shift of shimmering fabric the color of ripe plums. It’s pulled
tight over each hardened nipple, crossing just above his pierced belly button, then draping
loosely around his lean waist and bulging thighs. Silver strappy sandals adorn his otherwise
bare feet, the toenails painted purple to match the shift. Amethysts dangle from each
ear.

Dominus is a glittering jewel of a man—of an incubus, I
suppose. His attention brushes over me like a touch, grazing my skin and bristling the little
hairs on my neck in its wake. We stare at each other until I remember my manners.

Clearing my throat, I extend my hand. “Thank you for
offering me shelter.”

Dominus takes it within his larger one, his grip soft and
warm. “My pleasure.” He brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the backs of my
fingers.

I’m baffled by the boldness of the gesture, wondering how
he knows I prefer men. It’s usually a back-and-forth dance of daring mixed with
self-preservation to determine whether another fellow might be like-minded, but Dominus
doesn’t hesitate in the slightest.

To my chagrin, heat sears across my cheeks. Surely they’re
pink as petals. I’m not often so taken by another person, but Dominus is a magnificent
presence. His energy steals all the space in the room, spins it to his will, and returns it much
improved upon for having been under his control.

My tongue is thick and heavy in my mouth, but I force it to
work before I look like an idiot ogling him. “I’ve never met an incubus before.”

“And I’ve never met such a charming…” He studies me,
eyes raking over my lean form.

I open my mouth to answer, my flush deepening under his
scrutiny, but he shakes his head.

“No, let me guess. It’s more fun. Wood sprite?”

His guess brings a grin to my face. “There are wood
sprites?”

“Ah, so not a wood sprite, then.” He leans in close to me
and reaches for my hair. “May I?”

I bite my cheek and give a little nod. He takes a lock of my
hair and curls it through his fingers. Then he sniffs.

“Hmm, not a shifter. At least not one I recognize.” His eyes
sparkle with a new idea. “A jinn? But are you benevolent or malevolent?”

“I’m not that either. What’s a jinn?”

Dominus purses his lips, still twirling my hair. “Not a jinn.
Hmm.”

Ivaz groans before Dominus can answer my question. “Glad
to see the two of you hitting it off. Now where do we sleep?”

“Has our new guest worn you out already, old man?”
Dominus says to Ivaz.

“Hardly,” Ivaz scoffs. “But I have a letter to write before
dawn.”

“This way.” Dominus extends his elbow to me, and I take it.
His muscles flex beneath my fingertips.

We head down a narrow hallway with decorated silk drapes
hung crisscrossed over the ceiling and pass several doors on each side. Just how big this
place, and how many people sleep within these rooms? In the quiet, I hear only the
thumping of my heart and our soft steps muted by layers of thick rugs.

We stop by one of the doors. Dominus uses his free hand
to push it open. He glances to Ivaz. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.” Ivaz steps over the threshold.

I gasp as Dominus’s tail circles my waist and tugs me closer
to his side. It’s not unwelcome, but it’s quite surprising.

“Sorry,” he says, sounding anything but. “It has a mind of its
own sometimes.”

About the Author

Lee Colgin has loved
vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North

Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him
anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza.
Ask her how much she can bench press.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Embers of Darkness” by Jessamyn Kingley.

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Book Title: Embers of
Darkness (D’Vaire, Book 27)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: February 3,
2022

Genres: M/M Romance, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love, reconciling the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 503
words

It is not a standalone story.
T
he book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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To embrace the future and
find love, both men must face the darkness of their pasts.

Blurb

A man torn between what his soul wants and what he

believes is expected of him, Scheredin D’Vaire is still fiercely loyal to his family. Scheredin is
one of the few remaining warlocks and spends his days aiding his cousins in running the
D’Vaire sanctuary. In his free time, Scheredin loves gaming. With the tap of a few keys,
Scheredin can lose himself in another world.

Kieran Tarinthfenix is a phoenix shifter whose tribe likes to
forget that elf blood also runs through their veins. A driven man, Kieran takes his hobby of
gaming and learns to craft titles of his own. He hands his income to his chieftain despite
Kieran’s lack of respect for a man who forces his people to take part in an ancient but cruel
ceremony every year.

Scheredin and Kieran meet online and quickly grow into
gaming buddies. For years, they are content with an online relationship and the anonymity it
provides. When Scheredin decides to meet Kieran in person, they discover they’re mates,
but there are secrets between them. To find lasting love, both men will have to throw away
the past and seize their destinies.

Excerpt

A product of elven blood, even though the Tarinthfenix
refused to admit it, Kieran had lacked any kind of sexuality until that moment. His breath
caught, knowing that inside the shop was his mate. Stepping into the bright space, Kieran
scanned the customers, and his silver gaze with hints of purple locked on a short man with
dark hair and a light goatee.

His expression was one of shock, and there was little else
to read in his heavily lashed green eyes. In his hand was a stunning lily of blue and black,
which brought a smile to Kieran’s face. Somehow, it made perfect sense that the man he’d
become instant friends with all those years ago was the other half of his soul.

Crossing the distance that separated them, Kieran’s grin
grew as he delightedly considered the handsome man still staring at him blankly. “Hi,
Scheredin.”

“Hi, Keladriel. I’m Brexton,” said the man at Scheredin’s
side, who resembled him a great deal.

“A pleasure to meet you, Brexton,” Kieran replied
immediately and flicked his attention back to Scheredin.

Brexton nudged Scheredin’s shoulder.

“Say hello,” he murmured to Scheredin, whose mouth
snapped shut.

“Hi, Keladriel,” Scheredin whispered.

“Crazy, right?” Kieran asked. “Makes me kind of mad. We
should’ve planned this a long time ago.”

“What does that mean?” demanded a broad-shouldered
man with navy eyes and soft brown curls.

“Keladriel is my mate, Brogan,” Scheredin told the tall
guy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled a man around
Scheredin’s height as his hands rose to grab fistfuls of his blond ringlets, catching the
attention of several customers.

“You can calm down,” Brogan growled. “I already know
you’re going to give me shit for the rest of eternity.”

“Hi, I’m Dra’Kaedan,” the blond said, shouldering his way
between Scheredin and Brexton to wave. “I was so excited I nearly forgot and tried to shake
your hand.”

Kieran was seconds away from refuting Dra’Kaedan’s
assumption that he was an elf, despite his ears and attire, when the name hit him. “Like,
Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire?”

Although he wasn’t allowed to explore the outside world, it
fascinated Kieran, and he’d often read about the famous people within the Council. As far as
Kieran could tell from the online newspapers, there were few families as reputable and
powerful as the D’Vaires, so it made sense that people would name their kids after the royal
family.

“He is Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire,” Scheredin
remarked. “We’re all D’Vaires. The tall guy behind him is his mate, Grand Duke Brogan
D’Vairedraconis. At the table next to you pretending not to listen are Coven Lord Bridger
D’Vaire and Coven Lord Hadley D’Vaire. They’re here to protect me in case you turned out to
be a homicidal maniac planning to butcher me in a coffee shop or whatever other nefarious
idea Brogan had for what might happen today.”

“Why does everyone always make me sound crazy?”
Brogan demanded.

“Please, you do that all by yourself, Mate,” Dra’Kaedan
muttered.

“Do you follow all elven traditions even though you aren’t a
part of the Council?” Brexton asked, cocking his head.

Kieran wasn’t fond of lies, but there was no hesitation in
his soul over his matebond. Although they had plenty to learn about each other, Kieran
knew Scheredin’s character and was wildly attracted to him. He was ready to explore his
new sexuality with the attractive man studying him, and Kieran understood that their belief
that he was an elf named Keladriel could help speed up the process of binding them
together for eternity.

Not only would Kieran not have to wait to be with
Scheredin, but he could also finally walk away from the Tarinthfenix without guilt. Fate
wanted Kieran to be with Scheredin, and he was fully on board with her plan. In fact, in
Kieran’s eyes, she couldn’t possibly have done better. Kieran’s gift was his closest friend and
a real, honest-to-Fate warlock to boot.

If there was anything that fascinated Kieran more than the
Council, it was magic, and Scheredin likely had plenty. While building the foundation of the
most important relationship of his life with dishonesty wasn’t the smartest choice, Kieran
would explain who he truly was and give Scheredin his real, non-elf name as soon as they
were mated. It was perhaps not the best way to speed up the timeline, but Kieran could find
no patience, and his beast was egging him on.

Instead of answering Brexton’s question with a complete
falsehood, Kieran went with his gut. “I’d like to have a mating ceremony as soon as possible
if you’re okay with that, Scheredin.”

“I will honor your customs, Keladriel. It’s not like we’re total
strangers.”

It rankled both man and phoenix to have his other half call
him by the wrong name, even though it was the one he went by in the game, but Kieran set
the outrage aside and smiled again. “Thank you.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is

only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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Book Title: Embers of
Darkness (D’Vaire, Book 27)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: February 3,
2022

Genres: M/M Romance, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love, reconciling the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 503
words

It is not a standalone story.
T
he book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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To embrace the future and
find love, both men must face the darkness of their pasts.

Blurb

A man torn between what his soul wants and what he
believes is expected of him, Scheredin D’Vaire is still fiercely loyal to his family. Scheredin is
one of the few remaining warlocks and spends his days aiding his cousins in running the
D’Vaire sanctuary. In his free time, Scheredin loves gaming. With the tap of a few keys,
Scheredin can lose himself in another world.

Kieran Tarinthfenix is a phoenix shifter whose tribe likes to
forget that elf blood also runs through their veins. A driven man, Kieran takes his hobby of
gaming and learns to craft titles of his own. He hands his income to his chieftain despite
Kieran’s lack of respect for a man who forces his people to take part in an ancient but cruel
ceremony every year.

Scheredin and Kieran meet online and quickly grow into
gaming buddies. For years, they are content with an online relationship and the anonymity it
provides. When Scheredin decides to meet Kieran in person, they discover they’re mates,
but there are secrets between them. To find lasting love, both men will have to throw away
the past and seize their destinies.

Excerpt

A product of elven blood, even though the Tarinthfenix
refused to admit it, Kieran had lacked any kind of sexuality until that moment. His breath
caught, knowing that inside the shop was his mate. Stepping into the bright space, Kieran
scanned the customers, and his silver gaze with hints of purple locked on a short man with
dark hair and a light goatee.

His expression was one of shock, and there was little else
to read in his heavily lashed green eyes. In his hand was a stunning lily of blue and black,
which brought a smile to Kieran’s face. Somehow, it made perfect sense that the man he’d
become instant friends with all those years ago was the other half of his soul.

Crossing the distance that separated them, Kieran’s grin
grew as he delightedly considered the handsome man still staring at him blankly. “Hi,
Scheredin.”

“Hi, Keladriel. I’m Brexton,” said the man at Scheredin’s
side, who resembled him a great deal.

“A pleasure to meet you, Brexton,” Kieran replied
immediately and flicked his attention back to Scheredin.

Brexton nudged Scheredin’s shoulder.

“Say hello,” he murmured to Scheredin, whose mouth
snapped shut.

“Hi, Keladriel,” Scheredin whispered.

“Crazy, right?” Kieran asked. “Makes me kind of mad. We
should’ve planned this a long time ago.”

“What does that mean?” demanded a broad-shouldered
man with navy eyes and soft brown curls.

“Keladriel is my mate, Brogan,” Scheredin told the tall
guy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled a man around
Scheredin’s height as his hands rose to grab fistfuls of his blond ringlets, catching the
attention of several customers.

“You can calm down,” Brogan growled. “I already know
you’re going to give me shit for the rest of eternity.”

“Hi, I’m Dra’Kaedan,” the blond said, shouldering his way
between Scheredin and Brexton to wave. “I was so excited I nearly forgot and tried to shake
your hand.”

Kieran was seconds away from refuting Dra’Kaedan’s
assumption that he was an elf, despite his ears and attire, when the name hit him. “Like,
Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire?”

Although he wasn’t allowed to explore the outside world, it
fascinated Kieran, and he’d often read about the famous people within the Council. As far as
Kieran could tell from the online newspapers, there were few families as reputable and
powerful as the D’Vaires, so it made sense that people would name their kids after the royal
family.

“He is Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire,” Scheredin
remarked. “We’re all D’Vaires. The tall guy behind him is his mate, Grand Duke Brogan
D’Vairedraconis. At the table next to you pretending not to listen are Coven Lord Bridger
D’Vaire and Coven Lord Hadley D’Vaire. They’re here to protect me in case you turned out to
be a homicidal maniac planning to butcher me in a coffee shop or whatever other nefarious
idea Brogan had for what might happen today.”

“Why does everyone always make me sound crazy?”
Brogan demanded.

“Please, you do that all by yourself, Mate,” Dra’Kaedan
muttered.

“Do you follow all elven traditions even though you aren’t a
part of the Council?” Brexton asked, cocking his head.

Kieran wasn’t fond of lies, but there was no hesitation in
his soul over his matebond. Although they had plenty to learn about each other, Kieran
knew Scheredin’s character and was wildly attracted to him. He was ready to explore his
new sexuality with the attractive man studying him, and Kieran understood that their belief
that he was an elf named Keladriel could help speed up the process of binding them
together for eternity.

Not only would Kieran not have to wait to be with
Scheredin, but he could also finally walk away from the Tarinthfenix without guilt. Fate
wanted Kieran to be with Scheredin, and he was fully on board with her plan. In fact, in
Kieran’s eyes, she couldn’t possibly have done better. Kieran’s gift was his closest friend and
a real, honest-to-Fate warlock to boot.

If there was anything that fascinated Kieran more than the
Council, it was magic, and Scheredin likely had plenty. While building the foundation of the
most important relationship of his life with dishonesty wasn’t the smartest choice, Kieran
would explain who he truly was and give Scheredin his real, non-elf name as soon as they
were mated. It was perhaps not the best way to speed up the timeline, but Kieran could find
no patience, and his beast was egging him on.

Instead of answering Brexton’s question with a complete
falsehood, Kieran went with his gut. “I’d like to have a mating ceremony as soon as possible
if you’re okay with that, Scheredin.”

“I will honor your customs, Keladriel. It’s not like we’re total
strangers.”

It rankled both man and phoenix to have his other half call
him by the wrong name, even though it was the one he went by in the game, but Kieran set
the outrage aside and smiled again. “Thank you.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

Visit her website

Join her Facebook group, Jessamyn’s Ruffian’s

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Book Title:
Tristan

Author: S.
Legend

Publisher: S Legend
Fiction

Narrator: Curtis
Michael

Release Date: November 24,
2021

Genre: Arranged Marriage M/M Romance, fantasy

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, age gap

Themes: Self-discovery, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 9 hours

It is not a standalone story.
Tristan is book one of the Tristan Trilogy.
The story
ends on a cliffhanger.

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An alliance forged through
marriage. The cost? One Man’s dream.

Blurb

An alliance forged through marriage. The cost? One Man’s dream.

Tristan dreams of the day he’ll succeed his father as the
next Warlord of Markaytia. Elves—creatures famous for their darker passions and
tantalizing culture—approach the Markaytian king with an offer he can’t refuse: an alliance
with the Elves for the one Tristan Kanes.

Tristan is forced to give up his dream.

He’s not thrilled, but Tristan is a man of duty above all else.
What choice does he have? He cannot refuse the king or Markaytia. He begrudgingly comes
to terms with the arranged marriage. Is he a tad sour about it? Yes, but he’ll get over it.

Probably.

Maybe it won’t be so bad. Elves have cool weapons,
maybe he’ll get one?

Corrik bans him from cool weapons.

Corrik’s seen Tristan’s gruesome death on the point of a
sword in a prophetic vision. He bans Tristan from picking up a sword ever again. Tristan
wants to accept the marriage with grace to make his people proud, but he resents Corrik for
his remorseless attitude over his life’s work.

Facing the Ice Prince and himself.

Tristan’s conflict follows him on the journey to the
mysterious Elven land of Mortouge. He hates Corrik for taking him from the life he loved,
boy does he, but his new Elven husband is an enigma and he’s captivated. He sets Tristan’s
blood on fire and freezes it at the same time. Corrik unravels Tristan’s true nature and
despite his best efforts, Tristan falls for his ice prince.

But Corrik won’t bend.

Corrik wants to be obeyed. He’s demanding and
possessive. He’s overbearingly protective.

Can these two find a suitable compromise? Or will Tristan’s
resentment and Corrik’s arrogance ruin forever their chance at love?

Tristan by Mock (S. Legend) is a gay romance fantasy featuring enemies-to-lovers vibes, an age
gap, arranged marriage, first times, and a happy ending (um, eventually). This is the first
action-adventure romance in the Tristan Trilogy. Mock may have written it down, but truly
it’s told by your lovable host, Tristan Kanes. He’s funny, sarcastic and while it may not seem
it at times, he’s the real person in charge of this story.

Excerpt

I remember the day I was called to the Great Hall alone, which set o all kinds of warning
bells. Lucca and I were attached at the hip then and were usually called to the Hall together.
In hindsight, I think it was because my uncle, King Amarail Kanes, knew Lucca would react
poorly when he heard the news.

I walked into the hall with my stomach already churning and when I saw that my father and
uncle were not alone, it plummeted like it had been shoved in ice-cold water.

That was when I saw him for the rst time.

The power of his features came from what wasn’t there, rather than from what was. The
man was devoid of imper‐ fections; not one thing about his face or his body hinted to a
deciency. There was no weakness in his impenetrable demeanor—the man was used to
winning and getting what he wanted. His cold purple eyes knew no warmth or sunshine and
sat as sentinels atop the high bridge of his patrician nose, complementing the supercilious
manner that surrounded him. Without a smile on his face, he looked cruel and stony. At the
same time, there was no darkness in him, whatsoever. Gold hair owed long over silver robes
that were open to reveal porcelain white skin; unmarred, and solid. The breezy, pretty robes
did nothing to diminish the restrained force of his chest and abdomen muscles—he seemed
to dominate the eeminate attire, as if he’d already defeated it. Not a body built for eldwork,
but for blood—war.

My cock stirred for him and made it impossible to deny that I was attracted to this ice

mountain of a man—I blushed. This was not the place I wanted to have an erec‐ tion. I
shifted my eyes away from the prince, down to my boots, placing my hands over my crotch.

“King Vilsarion, Prince Corrik. This is Tristan, my son,” Father introduced me.

“Welcome,” I said, giving a deep bow to each using the Markaytian etiquette Papa taught
me, then I took my place beside Papa.

“Tristan,” my uncle said. “We are honored to announce that we have reached an alliance
with Mortouge.”

I smiled my best smile. Absolutely, bloody fantastic! The Elves didn’t align themselves with
just anyone and knowing what I knew of the recent unrest in the Northeastern Plains, since
we helped them a while back, I knew it was best to have as many strong alliances as
possible, if the Kanes were to maintain our hold of Dragon’s Rock. For the rst time in
millennia, we had to take extra measures to protect Markaytia’s crown city.

“That is excellent, Sire.” I turned to the Elven king. “I’ve been named as successor to my
father at my coming-of- age ceremony, and as future Warlord, I will look forward to dealings
with your Warlord. We Markaytians could learn from your teachings. I’ve read much about
your weapons—I know you forge the best ones,” I gushed.

I wage for peace, but war is inevitable and the prospect of ghting alongside an Elf was
exciting. All I knew of Elves at the time was of their weapons and great wars. I had little
interest in their other qualities. The Elves are a beautiful, mysterious race, but I didn’t see
much use getting involved in their politics or anything else about them since they were also
a private race who didn’t often allow outsiders into their grand kingdom.

I didn’t expect the Elven king to frown at my words. The smile on his face lit up the room
before, and especially standing next to his grouchy-looking son, the contrast was far
reaching. I turned to look at Papa, confused, and he took a sharp breath, ready to cry. Father
stepped between us; his dark eyes pinned me in place.

Uncle continued. “The alliance will be sealed with a marriage, Tristan. You to Prince Corrik.”

The displeasure must have been plain on my face, though I tried for the life of me to hide it.

About the Author

Some of you know her as
Mock, others as S. Legend, or Miss S. She welcomes all names but will often go by Mock, a
name given to her by her readers.

Mock is an ambitious
creative, weaving the most precious aspects of her soul into stories. She is an architect,
building fascinating worlds, designed from inquiry, rooted in worldly wonderings. It’s an
intuitive process where she is the scribe, the translator, the conduit.

It helped that storytelling was
the language spoken at home. One simply didn’t say, “We have an ant infestation. ” In
Mock’s family it was, “I was on my way to the living room, when a peculiar ant crossed my
path. I looked to my right, a suspicious line of them marched toward the pantry. In that
moment I knew; my kitchen was under siege.” The natural flow of conversation always took
this form.

And so.

When Mock wrote her first
novel, she didn’t plan it chapter by chapter, there was no outline, no “plotting” to speak of.
But she didn’t “pants” it either, she didn’t make it up as she went along. She knew how the
story felt, where it curved in places and hollowed in others; she knew the destination it
rushed toward. Instead of orchestrating, she let the world inspire her, and held space for
the words to come, trusting the characters knew what they were doing. All she had to do
was tell a story, as she always had done; like breathing.

This is her peace, her healing
and solace: Gifts better shared.

Mock’s works are the comfort
you seek when you need to come home. Her unique writing style will take you, wayfaring
reader, to unexpected destinations.

She always says, “I’m not in
the business of making up stories, I couldn’t if I tried. I’m lucky enough to get picked to
share someone else’s story when I ask a question to the universe. Someone answers; I write
it down.”

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About the Narrator

Curtis Michael is a worldly
creative and proud member of the LGBTQ+ and BIPOC communities. Having traveled and
taught drama overseas for upwards of the past decade, he has somewhat recently taken up
voice acting and narration. You’ll hear some of the flavourings of his experience in the
Tristan audiobook, as the characters are wildly inspired from not only the world of Tristan,
but also Curtis’ different cultural encounters. With two dogs, two cats and a Corrik of his
own, Curtis currently resides in Southeast Asia. He can be found on the many beaches or

secluded in his vocal booth poring over juicy stories at every chance he gets.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Soul of the Imperian” by Jessamyn Kingley.

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Book Title: Soul of the Imperian (D’Vaire, Book 26)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: December 9,
2021

Genre: M/M Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, fated mates

Themes: Fate, love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 96 664
words

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

Check out the D’vaire Series
on Goodreads

Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

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Demons are expected to
hate the Imperian, but what if he’s your mate?

Blurb

Praetor Sashati Soriandras is adjusting to his wonderful
new life as part of the Council of Sorcery and Shifters. His new leader’s choice to leave the
demonic realm gained Sashati’s immediate approval. There is nothing there but dark

memories and a horrible legend about the butcher who ripped magic from the demons a
millennium ago.

After being banished to a tiny realm, Imperian
Paszratorabiel—or Paszra, as he prefers to be called—is waiting for his wings to grow back.
The minute he recovers, Paszra hunts for a place to bring his family so they can find mates.
When Paszra finds a planet full of interesting beings, the presence of demons is the only
thing he hates about his potential new home.

When Sashati and Paszra meet, neither man is happy to
learn they are mates. The demons blame Paszra for everything, while the Imperian despises
Sashati’s people. However, they share a tradition of not denying Fate. But to honor the way
their souls are connected, Paszra and Sashati must overcome much more than their initial
dislike of each other.

Excerpt

After they arrived in their office space, Sashati sprawled in
his office chair and opened the book Arch Lich Chander Daray had suggested would further
his education on the Council.

“Reading again?” Diyarta asked. Once forced into teaching,
Diyarta had left that life behind her for good. Her preference was to be in a gym sweating
rather than burying her nose in between pages.

“I’m an advisor to our leader. I cannot function in that role
if I don’t fully understand the Council.”

“Are you suggesting that I’m failing in my role as advisor?”
Diyarta asked.

“I believe we have different strengths. You have the ear of
the demons. You can advise Hexaniys on how to improve their lives. They are strangers to
me and him. In our former realm and here in the Council, advisors have areas of expertise. If
we were to study the same thing, our voices would be redundant.”

“You were so wasted as a guard in that palace,” Diyarta
remarked.

“As long as I never have to return to such a role, I will have
no complaints.”

“The same cannot be said for our people. You want to be
an expert on the Council, but you cannot forget your place. Hexaniys lives with the Darays
because he is one now. You are not. Hexaniys is safe surrounded by sentinels.”

“So are the demons,” Sashati replied. “They live in the
Daray Sentinel Complex.”

“It is a temporary home, or at least it was supposed to be, I
believed. They want to embrace being demons, not be forced into training and the things
that sentinels love simply because the Imperator is mated to one.”

“No one has asked them to train. I do it because I like
it.”

“As do I,” Diyarta said.

“One reason the complex suits them is because of the
many classes the sentinels offer in the evenings and on weekends. It was supposed to be an
avenue for the demons to learn about the Council and to find something to give their lives
purpose. Instead, they shop and rest in their apartments. They will go to restaurants for
meals but not to the sentinels’ cafeteria.”

“I told you, they fear being lumped in with the
sentinels.”

“They must find hobbies at the very least,” Sashati
replied.

“They are recovering from the atrocities they’ve
endured.”

“Diyarta, they refuse to even explain what happened while
we were here at the behest of Masal’akra. How are we to help them if they will not discuss
the war?”

“Perhaps when the wounds are not so fresh, they’ll be
more forthcoming.”

“It has been many weeks,” Sashati said.

“They worry about you living with Hexaniys among the
sentinel leadership.”

It was a cause of disagreement that had slowly grown
between Sashati and Diyarta. The demons supposedly wanted Sashati to live among them,
but Hexaniys and the Darays had offered bedrooms to Sashati and Diyarta. His fellow
praetor had refused the invitation and gone to the Daray Sentinel Complex.

Sashati was torn between the two places and didn’t know if
he was right to stay near Hexaniys, but the demon refused to be dictated to by anyone. That
was a life they’d left behind, and the new Imperator gave them plenty of space to make
decisions for themselves. The problem, as far as Sashati could see it, was that the demons

wanted to do nothing. They spent money and complained to Diyarta instead of exploring
the Council.

“The guards of other leaders often elect to share homes or
land with them,” Sashati said.

“Demons must find their own path.”

“I’m entitled to do what I choose.”

“Just don’t forget that you’re a demon.”

“How could I ever do that?” Sashati asked.

“It’s easy to get swept away into this world of sorcery and
shifters, even though we differ from the others in this world. Our power is lost, and we must
never forget how that came to be or that there is no ability to regain it.”

“My hatred for the Imperian burns as brightly as it has
since the first time I heard his name,” Sashati growled. The Imperian inspired rage in him like
nothing else could, and he doubted any demon lamented the loss of their magic more than
Sashati. There was so much of it around them, and it pissed Sashati off to think that if it
weren’t for a single man, he’d be casting spells alongside his new allies.

“I wish I had been alive in those days. I would’ve slit his
throat myself.”

“Get in line, Diyarta,” Sashati retorted.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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Book Title:
Tristan

Author: S.
Legend

Publisher: S Legend
Fiction

Narrator: Curtis
Michael

Release Date: November 24,
2021

Genre: Arranged Marriage M/M Romance, fantasy

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, age gap

Themes: Self-discovery, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 9 hours

It is not a standalone story.
Tristan is book one of the Tristan Trilogy.
The story
ends on a cliffhanger.

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An alliance forged through
marriage. The cost? One Man’s dream.

Blurb

An alliance forged through marriage. The cost? One Man’s dream.

Tristan dreams of the day he’ll succeed his father as the
next Warlord of Markaytia. Elves—creatures famous for their darker passions and
tantalizing culture—approach the Markaytian king with an offer he can’t refuse: an alliance
with the Elves for the one Tristan Kanes.

Tristan is forced to give up his dream.

He’s not thrilled, but Tristan is a man of duty above all else.
What choice does he have? He cannot refuse the king or Markaytia. He begrudgingly comes
to terms with the arranged marriage. Is he a tad sour about it? Yes, but he’ll get over it.

Probably.

Maybe it won’t be so bad. Elves have cool weapons,
maybe he’ll get one?

Corrik bans him from cool weapons.

Corrik’s seen Tristan’s gruesome death on the point of a
sword in a prophetic vision. He bans Tristan from picking up a sword ever again. Tristan
wants to accept the marriage with grace to make his people proud, but he resents Corrik for
his remorseless attitude over his life’s work.

Facing the Ice Prince and himself.

Tristan’s conflict follows him on the journey to the
mysterious Elven land of Mortouge. He hates Corrik for taking him from the life he loved,
boy does he, but his new Elven husband is an enigma and he’s captivated. He sets Tristan’s
blood on fire and freezes it at the same time. Corrik unravels Tristan’s true nature and
despite his best efforts, Tristan falls for his ice prince.

But Corrik won’t bend.

Corrik wants to be obeyed. He’s demanding and
possessive. He’s overbearingly protective.

Can these two find a suitable compromise? Or will Tristan’s
resentment and Corrik’s arrogance ruin forever their chance at love?

Tristan by Mock (S. Legend) is a gay romance fantasy featuring enemies-to-lovers vibes, an age
gap, arranged marriage, first times, and a happy ending (um, eventually). This is the first
action-adventure romance in the Tristan Trilogy. Mock may have written it down, but truly
it’s told by your lovable host, Tristan Kanes. He’s funny, sarcastic and while it may not seem
it at times, he’s the real person in charge of this story.

Excerpt

Hi. I’m Tristan Kanes. At least I was once upon a time. Tomorrow, who knows who I’m going
to be? But I digress. I’m getting ahead of myself as usual. I’ll back up a bit. I thought it would
be a good idea to attempt to run away from my destiny, but destiny tends to follow a
person.

I’ve reached the upper ridges of Markaytia’s North Wood and I’ve been gone for several
hours. Lucca will come after me soon. I creep to the edge of the plateau and look out to her,
to Markaytia. Tomorrow, I’m to marry an Elven Prince. I know it sounds luxurious, every
boy’s dream and all, but it isn’t that simple.

I must give up my entire life for this man.

It’s not long before I hear footsteps I recognize behind me. I’m certain of whom it is. I don’t
even turn to look, until the tree branch pokes into my back.

He wants to fight me today, does he? I jump up with lightning speed, conditioned from the
day I could stand on two feet and because I always take reconnaissance of my surroundings,
I know there is a stick for me to use against him, two feet away. I snatch it up and take a
defensive stance against my assassin. I strike, slice, slash, pierce, and segment his pathetic
battle strategy—well, pathetic against mine. My cousin is a formidable swordsman—I
outsmart him at every turn with my dexterous footwork and accom‐ plished foresight.

We’ve fought in many battles since the time we were fifteen and trained together from
almost the moment we sprang from the womb—it’s in our blood. Peace is a warrior’s
mission, yet in succeeding, he renders himself useless. It makes him no less driven to battle.
Peace is a fleeting season, even for Markaytia, and I sense that this season of peace has had
its turn and war is on the horizon. Either way, everywhere is dangerous now and the people
need protection. War will continue to happen whether I want it to or not and when it does, I

want to be the one leading the troops.

Now to convince my husband-to-be of that.

About the Author

Some of you know her as
Mock, others as S. Legend, or Miss S. She welcomes all names but will often go by Mock, a
name given to her by her readers.

Mock is an ambitious
creative, weaving the most precious aspects of her soul into stories. She is an architect,
building fascinating worlds, designed from inquiry, rooted in worldly wonderings. It’s an
intuitive process where she is the scribe, the translator, the conduit.

It helped that storytelling was
the language spoken at home. One simply didn’t say, “We have an ant infestation. ” In
Mock’s family it was, “I was on my way to the living room, when a peculiar ant crossed my
path. I looked to my right, a suspicious line of them marched toward the pantry. In that
moment I knew; my kitchen was under siege.” The natural flow of conversation always took
this form.

And so.

When Mock wrote her first
novel, she didn’t plan it chapter by chapter, there was no outline, no “plotting” to speak of.
But she didn’t “pants” it either, she didn’t make it up as she went along. She knew how the
story felt, where it curved in places and hollowed in others; she knew the destination it
rushed toward. Instead of orchestrating, she let the world inspire her, and held space for
the words to come, trusting the characters knew what they were doing. All she had to do
was tell a story, as she always had done; like breathing.

This is her peace, her healing
and solace: Gifts better shared.

Mock’s works are the comfort
you seek when you need to come home. Her unique writing style will take you, wayfaring
reader, to unexpected destinations.

She always says, “I’m not in
the business of making up stories, I couldn’t if I tried. I’m lucky enough to get picked to
share someone else’s story when I ask a question to the universe. Someone answers; I write
it down.”

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About the Narrator

Curtis Michael is a worldly
creative and proud member of the LGBTQ+ and BIPOC communities. Having traveled and
taught drama overseas for upwards of the past decade, he has somewhat recently taken up
voice acting and narration. You’ll hear some of the flavourings of his experience in the
Tristan audiobook, as the characters are wildly inspired from not only the world of Tristan,
but also Curtis’ different cultural encounters. With two dogs, two cats and a Corrik of his
own, Curtis currently resides in Southeast Asia. He can be found on the many beaches or
secluded in his vocal booth poring over juicy stories at every chance he gets.

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