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Book Title: Beasts of Burden (The Black Blade Chronicles 2)

Author and Publisher: J.K.

Cover Artist: Wicked Pixel

Release Date: March 29,

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to reluctant friends to lovers

Themes: Swords and sorcery, adventure quest

Heat Rating: 4

Length: approx. 75 000

It is not a standalone story. It
is the second book in
The Black Blade Chronicles

This book ends on a HFN,
with the understanding that the HEA will be at the end of the 3 book arc.


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The journey


Senne Clayward and Kasimir vas Hjardar continue their
quest to rescue Senne’s young ward, Princess Sigrid, from the evil tyrant who has taken her
hostage. After they follow through with a mad plan to sneak into King Prosper’s fortress that
only halfway succeeds, the princess slips through their fingers once more. As they travel
across the continent of Taleth, they are one step behind their quarry at every

Encountering numerous obstacles and enemies
both old and new, Senne and Kasimir doggedly pursue their goal while coming to rely on
each other more than ever. The two unlikely companions enlist the help of a small band of
adventurers to track the princess and intercept her captors while the armies of Toivonen
march westward behind them.

Kasimir continues to grapple with the beast on his
back—a lifelong struggle—while Senne must bare his soul to earn the trust of those around
him. Can they survive the journey? Will they save Sigrid in time to keep her from harm and
prevent the realm from plunging into eternal darkness? And what will be left for them after
the dust settles?


“You there. Halt!”

“Here we go,” Kasimir murmured under his breath. He
turned to confront a group of greycloaks who had approached them from behind. None of
them seemed to have any visible rank higher than foot soldier. Kasimir put on a carefully
blank expression. “There a problem?”

“By royal decree, bearing arms within the city walls is
prohibited. You are in violation of this order.”

“Oh, aye.” Kasimir nodded dumbly. “Saw the notices, I did.
Smart idea, that. Only the notices was addressed as to say ‘Attention Senkalese citizens and
Yesenians traveling within the city, by royal decree’ an’ all that. But y’see, we’re not
Yesenian, an’ me mate here, well, he cannae read at all. So I figures it ’ad naught to do wi’

Senne cast him a puzzled look, no doubt wondering why he

was putting on the thick Lunarii peasant burr. Kasimir’s reasoning behind it was sound.
These guards were merely grunts. He had to confuse them enough to report to their
commander, because without someone of higher rank noticing them, they had no chance of
being put before the king.

Just as Kasimir predicted, one of the grunts, the one who
seemed to be somewhat in charge, scratched his head and looked at the soldier to his right.
“Does it say that?”

The other guard shrugged. “Well, yeah, seems right
enough. Never thought about what happens if we catch an outlander armed up in the

“We ought to fetch the captain, then,” said the

His right-hand man nodded sagely.

“I mean you, ya bloody imbecile,” he spat. The
foot soldier flinched and scarpered off. “Youse two, don’t move a muscle until the captain
gets here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Kasimir said in his normal

Senne snorted quietly. The soldier gave them an odd look
but didn’t comment. After countless minutes of the tension-filled standoff, the messenger
returned, leading a man wearing a red officer’s cloak.

Upon further inspection, Kasimir realized he was not only
an officer, but a decorated one. His cloak was pushed back off his shoulders so Kas could see
he wore epaulettes studded with silver stripes and dripping with braided silver cords. The
dragon emblazoned on his armor appeared to be inlaid with real silver, and the regulation
bycocket hat had been replaced by an obsidian dragon-winged battle-helm. It all made for a
fearsome sight, and Kasimir had to fight the urge to take a step back when the man

When the captain reached them, he flipped up the visor of
his helm, and Kasimir was surprised that he appeared much younger than he would’ve
thought for a high-ranking officer, though the gray threaded through his dark hair
proclaimed him to be middle-aged. He was handsome in that craggy, chiseled way Yesenians
had—they always seemed to look as though they’d gone straight from mother’s womb to
the battlefield and never looked back—with his square jaw, closely trimmed black beard,
and slightly bent nose, as if it had been broken a time or two.

“I am Vilhelme, Commander of the King’s Army. Who are
you and why are you in my city?”

“Commander,” interrupted the head guard. “These blokes
said the arms notices only refer to Yesenian citizens, so I didn’t know what to do with

The look Vilhelme turned on the man was nothing short of
murderous. “That is absurd.” He turned back to Kasimir and Senne, effectively dismissing the
ignoramus, and repeated his question. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Just travelers passing through,” Kasimir hedged. “Here to
trade for supplies.”

Vilhelme glared over his shoulder again. “In that case,
welcome. If you wish to trade in the city, I am afraid you must surrender your weapons.
They will be stored in the armory until you are ready to move on.”

Kasimir’s jaw tensed, his pulse thudding in his throat.
“Can’t do that, friend.”

Vilhelme attempted a smile, though it was more a baring of
teeth than anything. “You may address me as Commander Vilhelme and nothing else. If you
do not wish to disarm, you will be escorted to the main gate so you may leave. In fact…”
Vilhelme narrowed his eyes. “You should not have even gained entry with all those
weapons. I shall have a
chat with the watch captain.”

“No need,” Kasimir said conversationally. “We snuck

Despite the smile, Vilhelme’s eyes glittered with danger.
“Why would you do a thing like that?”

“We want to see the king,” Senne said. “Thought if we
breached the wall, he’d come down from on high and deliver the mighty blow of

Vilhelme scoffed. “His Royal Eminence does not entertain
petty criminals.”

“Oi,” Kasimir said. “Why don’t you give him a message for
us, then?”

Vilhelme turned to face him head-on and crossed his arms
as if he were bored. “I’m dying to hear what that might be.”

“Tell him,” Kas growled through clenched teeth, “that
we’ve come for the girl.”

Vilhelme raised a fist to chin level, almost casually, and they
were instantly at the sword points and arrow tips of the guardsmen who had tripled in
number and somehow surrounded them. Easily thirty weapons, at least half of which would
be aimed at a kill spot somewhere on Kasimir’s body. His vision wavered. His blood ran hot,
pounding wildly in his chest and up through his neck, nearly choking off his breath.

“That,” said Vilhelme, “would be inadvisable if the two of
you are in any way attached to your hides.” He cast a bored glance at the men around him,
oblivious to Kasimir’s torment and the danger they were all in. Kas didn’t think Senne had
noticed either.

“All the same,” Senne said, his jaw bunching with his frown.
“Tell him the knight and the sellsword have come to collect our charge.”

“Well, I can’t say whether or not you’ll ever see the king,
but you’ll certainly get a good long look at the inside of our dungeons,” Vilhelme remarked
blandly. Then he gave his head guardsman a small nod. “Take them.”

About the Author

J.K. Hogan has been telling
stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for
her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, she found her true
passion. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her
stories as she writes them.

J.K. resides in North Carolina
with her husband, two sons, and their pets. If she isn’t writing, J.K. can be found designing
book covers at Wicked Pixel Designs, creating fiber art and supplies at Earthbound Fiber Arts
watching Hurricanes Hockey and, of course, reading!

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Book Title: Cursed (A Balance of Magic #2)

Author: Jackie

Cover Artist: Jackie

Release Date: March 23,

Genre: M/M

Tropes: Friends to lovers, love
vs. duty, soul mates, found family, worlds in peril, two against the world,

Series Themes: the world is
fragile, short-term decisions have long-term consequences, gifts are given for a

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 77 000

It is the second book in a

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger. Raijin and Sandro’s story ends on a HFN. The main story arc continues across all
three books.


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Two friends. Two worlds.
A selfish desire that threatens them both.


Two friends. Two worlds. A selfish desire that threatens
them both.

Raijin killed a witch and found himself cursed.

Sandro went to Raijin’s aid and became an assassin’s

Neither expected that they would trigger the biggest
upheaval their world had seen in a thousand years.

And that it needed the love between them to lift the

Cursed, the second book in the Balance of Magic series,
is a slow-burn m/m fantasy romance featuring friends-to-lovers who become soulmates,
irate death gods, curses, inept, narcissistic politicians, curious, compassionate witches, and a
found family.


France, Summer 1920

“Poplars and plane trees, beeches and birches, or a
mountainside of firs.” Sandro stared into the bottom of his wine glass and tried to keep the
misery at bay. “Is it really too much to wish for a few olive and lemon trees? I’ve not been
near my grove in six years. Six years, Raijin!”

“I know.”

“What if they’ve dug it up?”

“Why would they?”

Sandro set the glass down. “To spite us,” he said.

Raijin stared at him.

“I know, I know. It’s not like me to think badly of people.”
He waved a hand. “But what other interpretation is there for the way Tan Hao treats us?
Every time we finish a task, he finds another one that keeps us from the base. Do you really
think he does that to everyone?”

Raijin wisely kept his mouth shut.

Sandro was grateful. He’d never been a maudlin drunk, but
the last six years had changed many things. Being prevented from visiting the only home
he’d ever known… hurt. Even if he’d barely spent a day alone while the human world tore
itself to pieces.

Maybe he shouldn’t complain. Especially not to Raijin. He
hadn’t been home for far longer, but… He lifted a hand to summon the waiter and order
another bottle of wine, when Raijin stopped him.

“Come along. I have an idea.”

“What kind?”

“The good kind.” Raijin smiled the soft, lopsided smile that
Sandro had no defences against.

“Tell me.”

“In a moment.”

They paid for their meal and left the restaurant, wandering
up the street towards their lodgings. They had their own courtyard garden, had food, and
even wine, but Sandro had been too restless to stay home, and Raijin had indulged

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” He tried to express his

“Doing what?”

“Indulging me. I’m… Ignore me.”

“Never.” Raijin unlocked the gate and ushered them into
the place they’d made their base since the Armistice. It was clean, comfortable, and private.
But it wasn’t home.

Sandro had no idea what Raijin meant to do, but he didn’t
have to wonder long. As soon as he’d locked the gate behind them, Raijin took hold of his
arm, opened the veil and tugged Sandro through.

Two steps later, scents of brine and citrus hit his nose. Soft,
springy turf caressed his feet, and one look at the familiar trees had him fight back

Raijin had brought them to the top of the Custodia base.
Had given Sandro what he’d most needed: a visit to his grove of lemon trees.

If he could have touched all his trees at once, he’d have
done so. Since he lacked that ability, he wrapped his arms around the nearest tree, and

The trees responded, impressions wrapping him up like a
cloak: comings and goings, hot sun and sparkling raindrops, a storm from the east. Sandro
soaked it all up like a starving man and shared his own experiences in turn.

After the first sharing was done, Sandro went from tree to
tree, touching, checking, renewing his connection. When he joined Raijin at the centre of
the grove and accepted the glass of wine Raijin had poured him, he hummed with green
energy, his watcher sight as sensitive as it had never been before.

“I wish I could explain—” he began hesitantly.

Only for Raijin to wave it away. “It’s fine. You wanted to
check on your family. I understand.”

Raijin wasn’t demonstrative.

But when he chose to make a point, he took Sandro’s
breath away.

About the Author

Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurring dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a hammer and a laptop.

Jackie loves unexpected reunions and second chances, and men who write their own rules. She blogs about English history and food, has a thing for green eyes, and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat.

And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops.

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Book Title: Yours, Everlasting

Author: Beth Bolden

Cover Artist: Sleepy Fox Studio

Release Date: April 6, 2022

Genre: Fantasy MM Romance

Tropes: Opposites attract, road trip romance, secret admirer

Themes: Good versus evil, staying true to one’s self, redemption

Length: 92 000 words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is not a standalone story. It is book 2 in the Enchanted Folklore series and does not end on a cliffhanger.


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Evrard . . .Rhys . . .Evander . . .

Evander has gone by many names in the last thousand years. He’s lived almost as many lives, using his immortality and his unique shapeshifting abilities to become anyone and anything. His goal was simple: to eradicate the malevolent magic threatening all humankind.

After finally succeeding, Evander feels he’s earned a justifiable and peaceful retirement. But the past never stays buried, and he discovers that it’s been watching him . . .

Marcos, the Guardian of War, has waited, he’s observed, he’s admired, and he’s yearned. But now it’s time for him to step into the light and let Evander see him for who he truly is.

But fate is fickle, destinies aren’t set in stone, and as much as Marcos hopes Evander might be his, it will be the fight of his life to not only win Evander’s heart, but to defeat the evil that once again raises its sinister head.


Rhys was in an exceedingly bad temper.

First, Marcos had been incredibly high-handed, demanding that they postpone their journey for at least a few days, in order to be “properly” outfitted with supplies.

Rhys had brought a handful of coins with him, enough for some periodic lodging and food along the journey, but based on the standards Marcos was insisting on, it wouldn’t be nearly enough.

And now, they had come to this dirty, ugly tavern, with its watered-down mead and slop for food. As for the lodgings, they were hardly an improvement. The bed was small and narrow, the mattress filled with lumpy straw that Rhys did not want to question the origin of. And to make things worse, there was only one of these uncomfortable beds.

Marcos insisted that he take it. “I will be keeping watch,” Marcos said, sliding a rough piece of wood across the door. “You can take the bed.”

And now, the very worst part of this entire situation was that Rhys was required to be grateful that Marcos had been so generous.

Rhys did not want to be grateful.

He wanted to be angry—but it was difficult to be angry with someone who offered you the only bed in the room, no matter how poor it was.

Rhys shifted to the other side of the mattress, trying to find an area without lumps, but was unsuccessful. He sighed, not even bothering to temper his frustration.

“Trouble sleeping?” Marcos asked kindly.

Even in the dark gloom, Rhys could see where he had settled—opposite the doorway, back against the rugged plank walls of the room, booted feet drawn up to his chest. Rhys could even see the wry expression on his face.

He’d always enjoyed his ability to see in the dark, always considered it one of his favorite gifts, but now he wished he could do it a little less well.

“The bed is lumpy,” he said, aware of how ungrateful he sounded. He could very easily be on the floor. Marcos was still, as far as Rhys knew, a full-fledged Guardian. He could have overpowered Rhys in an instant, with merely a crook of his fingers, never mind all those very impressive muscles.

But he hadn’t.

Rhys still had not figured out what ulterior motive Marcos had for accompanying him, and that annoyed him most of all.

“You could always transform. The hay might suit you better if you were of an equine descent,” Marcos teased.

Up until now, Rhys was unaware that Marcos teased. This was new. But then, even though they had served on the Conclave together for hundreds and hundreds of years, he had never really known Marcos. He’d kept to himself, more at home on a battlefield or in the armory than he was the Castle at the Top of the World.

“I certainly will not,” Rhys said firmly. “I will . . . adjust.”

He’d slept in far worse. Admittedly, not in some time. He’d gotten spoiled and lax. But at the very beginning, when he’d first been banished to the surface, there had been some lean, cruel years.

“Then I suggest you do,” Marcos said. “We have a long journey ahead, and there will be little time for resting after we leave here.”

Rhys turned over, plumping the straw underneath him, and attempted to banish the questions that kept swirling through him. Particularly all the questions he had about Marcos.

He’d just managed to lull himself into a relaxed state that at least approximated sleep when he heard a rustling outside the front door.

Not a rustling. A scratching.

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

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

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Book Title: Meduso: A Greek
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Author: B.J.

Publisher/Cover Artist:
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Release Date: February 19,

Genre: Fantasy M/M
Romance – Greek Mythology

Tropes: Forbidden

Themes: Coming of Age,
Innocence, Betrayal, Tragedy

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 75 000 words/270

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Greek Mythology with a Gay


Venomous snakes for hair.

A glare that will cast people to stone.

Beheaded by the tragic Greek hero,

It’s a safe assumption that we all know the basic facts
about one of Greek Mythology’s most famous monsters, Medusa; the beautiful maiden
cursed and turned into a Gorgon. Her tragic story and death at the hands of the hero,
Perseus, has been told countless times for thousands of years.

But the thing with Greek Mythology is just that. They are
myths. Narrated, fictional legends as old as time that have been passed down from
generation to generation. Time has a way of changing the original tale. So, how can we be
sure that the myths we think we know are the real story?

What if important aspects of these myths have been
altered? What if the monster wasn’t really a monster at all? What if Medusa wasn’t actually
Medusa? What if her name was Meduso? And what if she wasn’t a her, but a him? This is
the tale of Meduso and his death at the hands of the hero Perseus’ sword. It is a tale of
innocence, love, betrayal, and tragedy.


Stheno and I continued to descend the mountain until we
passed the precipice. The slope flattened, leading to a narrow trail. We followed this trail
until we were able to see a bare hole right in the middle of the mountain. Stheno led the
way inside, grabbing a lit torch at the entrance, carrying it with her as we explored deeper
into the cave.

It felt like a never-ending tunnel. We continued to walk for
several minutes until we finally reached a very large and circular room within the cave. The
torch was no longer of use to us since there was a massive oculus overhead, allowing light
to enter.

A figure came forth, stepping into the light. My mouth
gaped open. For being Typhon’s wife, I was expecting to see a monstrous female creature. A
repulsive, murky beast with fangs and talons, smelling of putrid, rotting flesh. But this was
not what stood before me. She had similar features to my mother. The lower half of her
body was composed of forest green scales, coiling into a snake’s tail. Her upper body was
that of a human, but not just any human. An alluring one. Pleasant to the naked eye.
Fair-skinned with shiny hair, the color of emeralds.

“Come forward, brother and sister,” the figure


Stheno and I approached her, now allowing me to get a
closer glimpse of her jade eyes that matched the jeweled tiara on her head.

She slithered just inches away from us. Her palm rubbed
along my cheek, with her fingertips tracing my chin. She studied me carefully.

“My. Oh my! And to think Ceto and Phorcys had the
capability to produce such a lovely creation,” she said to me. Her fingers now spun in a
circular motion to feel my hair. “And these beautiful golden locks. You will tempt all of the
mortals with this face. Dare I say the goddesses and even the gods too?” Echidna winked at
me before stepping back to give us separation.

“Meduso has yet to be introduced to the mortals, Echidna.
He will begin to socialize with them soon,” Stheno proclaimed.

“Ahhh. Is that so? His gorgeous features and now the
added layer of innocence and naivety will do wonders in the mortal world,” Echidna

My face began to turn as red as the rose of Aphrodite. I did
not know whether to be appreciative or stunned by her flattery. I’ve never had anyone pay
me such compliments in my entire life.

“Tell me, my dear, what is it you desire?” Echidna

“Desire?” I questioned.

“Yes. What is it you seek from this world? Power, riches, a
gorgeous woman… or maybe a handsome man?”

Stheno cut her off. “That will be enough, Echidna. There is
no need to tarnish the boy’s mind.”

I was unsure of what Echidna meant by desiring a handsome man. I’ve never even set sight on a mortal to know what aspects of them I was captivated
by. Most of the stories I’ve been told involved a male being in love with a female. However,
Euryale did share some rumors she had heard about certain Olympian gods taking some of
their male servants as lovers. But I did not know where my attractions lied, based on my lack
of experience.

“Oh, don’t be so dull, Stheno!” Echidna exclaimed. “At least
give the boy some direction! He’ll wind up as dull and stupid as Koalemos if you keep him
secluded any longer.”

Stheno shook her head. “I think you of all people are the
last immortal that should be giving me advice. Look at the direction you chose for yourself.
And know where it put you!”

“Hmph. I’ll never understand you and our parents.
Choosing to stay isolated in the oceans while the rest of the world around you is drastically
changing.” Echidna continued to express her disdain for the traditions and beliefs of our

As my sisters continued to banter back and forth, I stood
still, just staring ahead at them. Their silhouettes became blurry and then non-existent in my
line of vision. Was I having an out-of-body experience? Instead, a new sight was before me.
Some sort of rope. No, it was a net with a
gigantic fish caught in it, in the water, except the water was fairly shallow. I could see its
translucence and the glimmer of light shining through it. I swam toward the caught fish,
trying to free it with my bare hands. The fish was able to escape, but as I tugged away, I
realized I was snagged within the confines of the net. I tried my best to yank away, but to no
avail. As I glanced upward, I realized I was being pulled towards the surface, until…

Stheno called out to me, bringing me back to reality.
“Meduso! Are you okay!?”

I just glanced at her blankly. “Yes. I’m fine. Why? What is

“Your eyes…” Stheno began, with a worried expression on
her face. “They turned pure silver, for a moment,” she revealed.

“What? Are you sure?” I was extremely bewildered, not
even sure if I believed what she had just shared.

“A vision.” Echidna slid close to me and raised my chin up
with her hand, glaring into my eyes. “Did you have a vision, Meduso?”

“A vision? I mean, I saw a fish being caught in a net just
now. I’m not sure where. I’ve never experienced anything like this. What is happening?” I
felt shook up.

“It’s nothing to worry about, dear brother. You just had a
vision. Call it a
gift, if you will. A sight into the future or a major phenomenon
happening elsewhere in the world. Such things gods usually experience. I’m surprised you,
as a mortal, are able to have them,” Echidna confessed.

“This truly is your first time experiencing this, Meduso?”
Stheno asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Hmm. I wonder what it could mean. A fish in a net?”
Stheno was puzzled.

“View it as a mark of destiny, Meduso.” Echidna advised.
“Whatever you do, never run from these visions you have. The Fates are reaching out to
you, for a reason. They want you to see this. They want you to be brave and follow through
with these visions.”

“Do you really think so?” I turned to Stheno to see if she
had the same opinion.

“I think you should inform our mother and father about
this first,” Stheno recommended.

“Oh. Don’t listen to her, Meduso! They’ve held you back
long enough from whatever your destiny may be. Press onward, dear brother. If I were you, I
would leave the oceans the second you get the chance to, and never look back,” Echidna

“Yes. Echidna did the same, Meduso, and look where she
ended up. Locked away, alone in a barren cave in the mountains!” Stheno wittily

Echidna’s eyes flared at Stheno as she made this comment.
Her once pale skin shifted to a dark green color to match her scales. She was now angered.
“I’d watch your tongue, Stheno! Although I am your sister, I am not to be made a fool of! Do
not trifle with me!” Echidna threatened.

Stheno stood her ground. “And what are you going to do?
Make any tumultuous action and the gods and goddesses will know of your location. An
empty threat, if I’ve ever heard one.”

“How dare you! Get out, now!” Echidna vilely

Stheno grabbed the torch and turned back to face me.
“Come, Meduso. We leave!”

I just stood there, equidistant between both of my sisters.
Echidna glided to me, caressing my cheek one last time before our departure. “You are more
beautiful than I had ever imagined, brother. It will serve you well in their world. Never put
that beauty to waste.” Those were her parting words as Echidna swiftly skidded out of sight
in the blink of an eye, deeper into the dwelling of her cave.

I followed behind Stheno as we left, ascending the
mountain once again.

“That Echidna! Curse her!” Stheno grumbled.

“I don’t think she was so bad, Stheno. Much more pleasant
than I had imagined.”

“Meduso, that was only one side of Echidna that you saw.
Remember, she is the wife of the most cruel and vicious monster known to existence. Do
not forget. It takes a certain someone to be able to commit to that,” she explained.

Once we reached the summit, Stheno held out her hands
to me for me to take. I clasped onto them and we closed our eyes, summoning our mother
for our return. Within a flash, I opened my eyes, and I was once again standing on the ledge
of the cliff in our grotto.

“How does Echidna fare?” my mother, Ceto, asked.

Stheno shook her head and dismissed herself.
“Troublesome as ever! We have much to talk about, mother!” She headed back into the
palace, with my mother following in pursuit.

I chose not to join them, knowing Stheno would have
private affairs to discuss with my mother and father. I sat on the edge of the bluff, gleaming
into the crystal blue water, reflecting on the vision I had.

A net with a fish? What could it mean?

I found myself coming up with little to no answers or

I was then reminded of Echidna’s counsel and the last
words she spoke to me.

Never put that beauty to waste.

Little did I know that I would carry this guidance with me
for years to come. Never did I picture that it would end up shaping my future.

About the Author

BJ Irons works in the field of
education as an educational leader and college professor. Many of his personal experiences
as a gay man, have contributed to his works. Being a part of the LGBTQIA+ community
himself, BJ hopes to continue to bring more fun fictional works to his LGBTQIA+ readers. The
world could always use a little more color and fun.

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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

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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.


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

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

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Witchbane is a supernatural,
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determined hunters, spells and curses, true love, impressive explosions, spooky chills and
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Genre/s: Gay romance, MM romance, supernatural romance adventure,
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Book Title: The Devil
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Length: 240

Release Date: February 8,

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!


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
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hurt/comfort, hot sex, found family, and dark magic and features an evolving, established
romantic relationship with all the feels.



Book Title: Witchbane:
MM Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 246

Release Date: February 19,

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.


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 Title: Burn: MM
Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 120

Release Date: September 26,

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


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


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

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 Title: Dark Rivers:
MM Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 238

Release Date: October 23,

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…


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

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



Book Title: Flame and
Ash: MM Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 208

Release Date: September 5,

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?


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

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 Title: Unholy: MM
Supernatural Romance Adventure

Length: 224

Release Date: February 5,

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?


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

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

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

“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

Series include
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in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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Book Title: Changeling: MM Paranormal Fantasy Romance (Outcast

Author: Lee

Publisher: Colgin

Cover Artist: Natasha

Release Date: February 10,

Genre: MM Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

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

Themes: Finding yourself

Heat Rating: 4

Length: 65 000 words/ 260

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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?


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
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Beneath the Opal Arc, this book’s for you.


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

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

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

“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.

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

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

Author: Jessamyn

Publisher: Independently

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
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Release Date: February 3,

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

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love, reconciling the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 503

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


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.


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,

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

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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