PRE-RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Wicked Lovely (The Black Blade Chronicles, Book
1)

Author: J.K.
Hogan

Publisher: Euphoria
Press

Cover Artist: J.K. Hogan @
www.wickedpixeldesigns.com

Release Date: October 12,
2021

Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers

Themes: Adventure/quest (kind of Game of Thrones-esque but
queer)

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 90 000
words

It is the first book in the
series and not a standalone story. There will be an
HEA over a three-book arc. The first book isn’t quite a cliffhanger, more of a
to be continued ending.

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“Coming soon from the
mind of romance author J.K. Hogan: a new series that combines the adventure and magic of
epic fantasy with the enchantment of romance.”

Blurb

Darkness grows in the realm of Taleth. To the west, a
power-hungry despot schemes to conquer kingdoms and territories alike by chasing an
ancient elven prophecy that could give him the power to rule all. In the east, after a prince’s
murder goes years unanswered, a princess learns there was much more to her brother’s
death—and to her life—than she realized.

The House of Kjenelach is shaken to its foundation when
Princess Sigrid is stolen away. Her faithful guardian, Sir Senne Clayward, reluctantly accepts
help from his nemesis, a notorious halfling mercenary of questionable morals—but
indispensable tracking skills—called Kasimir vas Hjardar.

Kasimir makes his living hunting monsters, both creatures
and men. While he exists outside the law, he lives by his own unassailable code of honor. At
the top of that list: never harm a child. When he turns down a contract to kidnap Sigrid and
later finds out she was taken by someone else, he offers his help to the prickly knight tasked
with protecting her.

Together, they embark upon a journey across the continent
to save Sigrid and foil King Prosper’s plans to conquer Taleth. The way is fraught with
dangers and pitfalls, from supernatural beasts to Senne’s deathly fear of magic, but they
must not fail, for Sigrid may very well be the savior of the realm: the long prophesied
Aisnellach Fuil. Somehow, the two men must set their differences aside and work together
to rescue Sigrid, and possibly find love along the way.

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: Caught (A Balance of Magic #1)

Author: Jackie
Keswick

Publisher: Jackie
Keswick

Cover Artist: Jackie
Keswick

Release Date: September 24,
2021

Genre: M/M Fantasy

Tropes: love vs. duty, cinnamon roll death god, soul mates, found family,
worlds in peril, two against the world, hurt/comfort

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

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 52 000
words

This is book #1 in the series.
The romance ends on a HFN. The main story arc
continues across all three books, and Tenzen and Rakurai will get their HEA at the end of
book #3.

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Blurb

Rakurai hunts demons. He doesn’t consort with gods. Until
he meets Tenzen.

Tenzen cares for souls. He despises the callous,
self-absorbed Yuvine. Until he meets Rakurai.

A rescue and a sacrifice make a death god and a hunter fall
in love, but a life of bliss is not on the cards. Someone is disturbing the balance of magic,
leaving two worlds in danger. And while desire draws Rakurai and Tenzen together, duty,
assassins, and clan politics keep them apart.

Who will Tenzen and Rakurai save in the end? Two worlds
or each other?

Caught starts a new mm paranormal
romance series, A Balance of Magic, featuring mortals and immortals from both sides of the
veil, old promises, new revelations, and a bloody fight between love and duty. It is the first
book of a trilogy and ends with a HFN. The characters will get their HEA in the final
book.

Excerpt

He walked through the mists, gaze scanning the trees and
bushes lining the path. Judging by the colour of the leaves and the bounty of fruit, the
seasons still aligned on both sides of the veil, though the time of day did not. He’d left the
human realm in the late afternoon, yet here it appeared to be early morning. And
something—or someone—called to him.

There were no words, just a powerful tug on his awareness.
A tug that made him want to follow the path, walk faster, run—

He stopped.

Breathed.

The tug eased a fraction, but didn’t disappear.

“Who are you and what do you want?” The trees

swallowed Rakurai’s question and returned no answer. Could this be the rafeet’s doing? Did
it have the power to make Rakurai rush headlong into a trap? He’d never read of such a
skill.

He took a careful step forward.

The tug eased a little more.

He took a step back the way he’d come.

The tug grew stronger.

“Understood,” he said, irony strong in his voice. He had to
find the rafeet, but he could spare some time to see what other creature had need of
him.

He followed the path, watching the bark of the trees, the
grass, and the rushes underfoot for signs of the rafeet’s passing. There weren’t any now. The
demon wouldn’t hunt on its own turf, and it would take care not to lead a hunter to its lair.

It grew warmer as Rakurai walked, and the sun had passed
its zenith when he topped a ridge overlooking a manor house set in a neat pattern of fields.
The dwelling looked much like his own: three wings of rooms arranged around a courtyard,
dark wooden beams on foundations of rough stone, with a veranda edging each wing, and
shoji screens hiding the interior from view.

Servants passed back and forth, and Rakurai saw people
tending the fields. He thought about approaching openly, like a traveller looking for a place
to rest, but finally dismissed the idea. Instead, he slept the afternoon away, up on his ridge,
then slid through the fields under cover of dusk, found a sheltered spot beside the house,
and waited for full darkness.

The statue in the courtyard had drawn him here, he
realised as he came closer. Shaped like a tall man with long flowing hair, it stood on a plinth
surrounded by water. The artist had caught each swirl of robes and hair with precision, as if
the figure walked in a light breeze and was just about to take the next step. It was an
exceptional work, worthy of an emperor’s court, and Rakurai wondered who had stolen it,
and why.

He waited until a cloud dimmed the moonlight, then
crossed the courtyard to get as close to the sculpture as he could.

The statue regarded him from glowing violet eyes, and the
moment their gazes connected a voice, deep and commanding, rang in Rakurai’s
mind.

Get me out of here!

Rakurai recoiled so hard he almost landed on his arse. He’d
not had another’s voice in his mind since Naomi’s death and the sudden command—and
command it had been—came as a shock. He wrapped himself in mist, hoping to hide his
hasty movements, and heard a chuckle.

I can still see you, Yuvine.

I wasn’t hiding from you, Rakurai thought, using the same pathways he’d have used to talk
to Naomi. It didn’t feel as strange as he’d expected.

You don’t need to try so hard, either. I’m not
deaf.

What are you?

Can’t you tell? The sculpture shot back, its eyes flashing violet.

Only death gods, Shinigami, had violet eyes. Rakurai had
never met a death god. Or thought that they stood frozen on plinths, surrounded by
water.

And then it all came together.

A demon trap.

Yes. The
voice held so much sorrow that tears gathered in the corners of Rakurai’s
eyes. It caught me as I was returning from a soul
collection.

Rakurai could fill in the rest for himself. If the Shinigami had
gathered souls that had died in fear and pain, he’d have appeared like a walking banquet to
the rafeet. It wants the souls.

It will not have them, the god said. Even if
it keeps me trapped here for the rest of my years. Are you hunting the rafeet?

I am.

Then you can help me escape this prison and we can
defeat it together.

Why would I do that?

Because if you try it alone, you will fail. This rafeet isn’t
like the others.

Rakurai hesitated. It was common knowledge that
Shinigami valued truth and honour above all other traits. Despite that, his teachers had
warned him to mistrust the gods and never to do their bidding.

Help me out of this trap and I will grant you a boon of
your choosing, the Shinigami offered as if he
had heard Rakurai’s thoughts.

Rakurai stared into the glowing violet eyes and recalled the
hint of mirth when the god had first spoken to him. Any being capable of mirth while caught
in a rafeet’s trap deserved his respect and his help. He drew a deep breath. I am Yamakage Rakurai, hunter for the Custodia,
he offered. And gathered all his courage.
Will you honour me with your
name?

The impression of a smile came to him first, comforting like
a cool wash of summer rain on parched ground. Then the Shinigami’s chuckle sent shivers
rippling over Rakurai’s skin. You are a brave
man, Yamakage Rakurai, to trust me with your name. Such bravery shall not go unrewarded.
Again, Rakurai felt the smile. My name is Tenzen.

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.

For questions and comments, not restricted to

green eyes, bus stops or recipes for traditional English food, you can find Jackie Keswick in
all the usual places:

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Book Title: The Prince
and the Ice King

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher:
Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: August 3,
2021

Genre: Fantasy M/M
Romance

Tropes: Fated love, enemies
to lovers, cursed, slow burn

Themes: Destiny, fate,
redemption, legend, overcoming prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 300
pages

It can be read alone but is the
first book in a series.

This is book 1 of Tales from
the Gemstone Kingdoms.

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Only true love can melt a
frozen heart.

Blurb

Every Winter Solstice, the Emerald Kingdom sends the
dreaded Ice King a sacrifice—a corrupt soul, a criminal, a deviant, or someone touched by
magic. Prince Reardon has always loathed this tradition, partly because he dreams of love
with another man instead of a future queen.

Then Reardon’s best friend is discovered as a witch and
sent to the Frozen Kingdom as tribute.

Reardon sets out to rescue him, willing to battle and kill the
Ice King if that’s what it takes. But nothing could prepare him for what he finds in the Frozen
Kingdom—a cursed land filled with magic… and a camaraderie Reardon has never known.
Over this strange, warm community presides the enigmatic Ice King himself, a man his
subjects call Jack. A man with skin made of ice, whose very touch can stop a beating
heart.

A man Reardon finds himself inexplicably drawn to.

Jack doesn’t trust Reardon. But when Reardon begins
spending long days with him, vowing to prove himself and break the curse, Jack begins to
hope. Can love and forgiveness melt the ice around Jack’s heart?

Excerpt

“Jack, is it? Far better than ‘Ice King,’ I suppose.”

The king frowned.

“I’ll call you Majesty until we trust each other. But on that
day, I will call you Jack.”

“Is this a game to you?” The Ice King straightened. Reardon
stood almost directly before the throne now, chilled and shivering but without any creeping
frost on his hair or clothes. “What do you hope to accomplish?”

“My father is wrong for what he does, but seeing this curse
on you makes me wonder if he is right about magic’s corruption, despite all the wonders it
can do.”

“Magic alone did not curse us!” the king roared. “One
person who wielded it did, and I brought her wrath upon me myself.”

That gave Reardon pause. There was so much he didn’t

know. “You could tell me your story.”

“It is a long one, little prince, and I grow weary of your
presence already.” He stood, crunching down the steps between Reardon and the throne
and bringing a gust of icy wind with him.

Reardon sensed how close he was to death but stood his
ground. “I only want to bring my people home.”

“And where are they supposed to go? Home, you say. The
thief who almost lost her hands because she was starving, the man who lusted after the
wrong noble’s son, your friend who has visions—do they have a home to go back to when
their own people cast them out as villains?”

“I didn’t.”

“Good for you. You only cared once it finally affected
someone you knew.”

Reardon’s fists clenched to be called a heartless coward,
but he’d called himself worse this past year.

He also couldn’t overlook the example of a
man and a noble’s son.

“I suppose you’ve taken in all the corrupted, haven’t
you?”

“You call them corrupt”—the Ice King stomped another
clawed foot closer—“yet ask for leniency?”

“I only speak as I was taught. I don’t agree with it. I don’t
believe they’re corrupt. Not any of them. I don’t want to. If my father
understood—”

“He’d still keep up the status quo. Your kingdom shuns
what they don’t understand because of my curse, yet they don’t even remember the time
before.”

“So tell me! Let me know the truth so we can learn from
our past instead of continuing to repeat it.” Reardon stepped forward—too close, he
knew—but like before, instead of reaching out and ending him, the Ice King backed away.
“You’d really let them all go, wouldn’t you? If they wanted it?”

“They don’t, but you are welcome to ask them, including
your friend.”

“Then I am not a prisoner either?”

“That is up for debate.”

If Barclay had seen Reardon’s death in his vision, it couldn’t
be now. Not yet. “Give me the chance to prove I will go back and change things for the
better. I’ll stay for as long as it takes, but once you believe me, once you know me and I
know you, let me go.”

“And what if I never believe you? You’re the prince. You
could bring an army to my door after learning my secrets.”

“If you never believe me… then you either have another
servant or another statue to crush. But that means you take an audience with me every
day.”

The king scoffed, turning to stomp back up to his throne
and throw himself onto it with an elegant ease that should have been impossible. “Sounds
frightfully dull.”

“Yes, I can see your calendar is quite full.”

He rumbled with laughter like a brewing winter
storm.

For a long stretch of minutes, he stared at Reardon with his
uniquely human eyes—different from his companions. The Ice King was more tied to his
humanity, even if he’d lost the feeling of it in his heart, and more cursed and tortured
because of it, perhaps.

Yet still he said, “Fine. But make no mistake, little prince, if
you prove unworthy or attempt to betray me, I will not hesitate to turn you into frozen
rubble like that thief.”

All Reardon could do was return his stare and
wonder—What was this curse? Why had it been cast? And what had the king been like
before it changed him and his kingdom? He had to know, even if a mysterious and
frightening future stretched out before him.

Love, death, and blue eyes in a sea of white.

Whatever that might mean.

“You have a deal, Your Majesty.”

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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