COVER REAL: “Love on Page Six” by Claerie Kavanaugh

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Book Title: Love on Page
Six (Entertaining Love, book 2)

Author: Claerie Kavanaugh

Cover Artist: Cath Grace
Designs

Release Date: June 26,
2023

Genres: Sapphic Contemporary Romance

Tropes: actor /performer,
Celebrity/Socialite/Model, Hollywood, movie set,
Friends to Lovers

Themes: Against All Odds,
Character w/ Disability, Coming Out, Femme /
Femme

Interracial / Multicultural
Relationship,
Slow Burn

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 60 000 words/ 240
pages

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

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An actress with a secret, a journalist with a dream, and
forbidden love that could change everything.

Blurb
Desperate to save her family’s dying magazine, love
is the last thing on 26-year-old Daphne Fernandez’s mind when she agrees to go undercover
as a makeup artist to scoop a juicy story on the city’s most popular telenovela star. But a
spur-of-the-moment kiss makes it more complicated. A cheating boyfriend might not be
Bombshell Bridget’s only secret.

Bridget Blake has only ever wanted one thing in her life: to
be herself. But her overbearing momanger insists showing the world who she really is would
mean the death of her blossoming career. So when the new makeup artist fights her way
under Bridget’s perfectly moisturized, paparazzi-proof skin, it’s everything she can do to
keep the façade in place. Until one spontaneous kiss turns her world upside down. With
Daphne, Bridget is the brave, fun-loving, take-no-prisoners girl she’s always wanted to be.
But embracing her new self may mean leaving behind everything she’s ever worked for. Is
love really worth it?

Book two in the standalone sapphic celebrity romance series Entertaining Love.

Excerpt

The Meet Cute

A movement catches my attention as I hesitantly reach for a
shimmering eyeshadow palette young woman with black curly hair and gold-rimmed glasses
browses the store with ease. Her hands expertly select items from the shelves as she
navigates the space in her manual wheelchair.

She looks up a second later, and her brown eyes meet mine
with a flicker of recognition. She freezes, pursing her lips before finally rolling towards me
with a warm smile.

“Hi there.” Her voice is soft and melodic with a hint of a
Hispanic accent.. “Welcome to the Mystic Beauty. I couldn’t help but notice you look a bit
lost. Can I help you find something?”

I adopt an affected Southern drawl. The last thing I need is
for my stupidity about something as simple as make-up to be splattered all over the tabloids.
“I, um, I’m just looking for some makeup…”
Well, duh. I mentally facepalm myself.
Why else would I be here? I pluck one from a nearby display and hold it up with an
exaggerated flourish. “Clearly, I’m a bit lost.”

“Of course!” she replies, wheeling next to me and holding
out her free hand. “I’m Daphne.”

“Nice to meet you, Daphne,” I say. “I’m… Sarah.”

“Sarah” is the first name that comes to mind, and I hope it’s
generic enough not to invite suspicion. Daphne’s hand is warm and steady as she shakes
mine, and I can’t help but be grateful for her genuine kindness.

“Alright, Sarah,” she says, releasing my hand and gesturing
toward a display of eyeshadow palettes. “Let’s find you something that suits your
style.”

As we navigate the aisles, Daphne explains different
products and techniques easily. After a few minutes, I no longer feel like an idiot for asking
one too many questions I should definitely already know the answer to after so many years
in the film industry. But rather someone just trying to take the time to learn a new trade.
The longer we wander through the aisles, the more. I find myself becoming intrigued by this
mysterious woman who clearly has a passion for her craft.

“Can I ask about your makeup?” I ask, admiring the delicate
lines of gold and silver that frame her brown eyes. “It’s stunning.”

“Thank you,” A blush colors her cheeks and I bite back a
smile of my own. She’s cute when she’s flustered. “I’m an aspiring special effects makeup
artist. I love playing with different styles and trying new things.”

“Wow,” I exhale softly. “That’s really amazing.” It’s not just
her skill that impresses me, but the genuine joy in her expression. Just saying the word
seems to light up the room, and I can’t help craving more of it from her. As we continue our
conversation, I slowly lower my sunglasses, allowing Daphne to see my green eyes.

“By the way, if you ever need any help or advice in the
future, feel free to reach out to me,” She hands me a small business card with her contact
information. “You seem like someone who could use a friend.”

I take the card with a grateful smile.

“I may just have to take you up on that.” I wink, and we
share a laugh. My heart skips a bit, and my chest as a blush pinkens her cheeks.

“Great!” Daphne smiles warmly as she expertly navigates
her wheelchair down the aisles, pointing out more products and explaining their uses. I
listen intently, absorbing every word like a sponge. “Primer is important for long-lasting
makeup,” she explains, handing me a small tube to examine. “And don’t forget about setting
powder!”

“Good to know,” I muse, turning the tub between my
fingers. “You know my makeup artist was recently fired,” I confess quietly, glancing around
and relieved to find out the store is mostly empty. “It’s been really frustrating trying to find
someone new who understands my style.”

Daphne’s features soften with sympathy. “I’m sorry to hear
that. What kind of look were you going for?”

I hesitate, dipping my head down and running my hands
along my arms. “I’m… honestly not sure. I don’t know as much about makeup as I probably
should.”

Her eyes light up, and she squeezes my hand. That’s OK. We
can figure it out together. I actually have some ideas if you’re interested.”

“Really?” My heart flutters with anticipation. “I would love
that.”

As we continue to explore the store, Daphne’s passion and
creativity spark my own. I can’t help but feel drawn to her, her talent and kindness shining
through with every word. The longer we talk, the more amazed I am that this woman barely
knows me has already offered me more understanding and support than most people in my
life.

“Thank you, Daphne,” I murmur, briefly taking her hand in
mine. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Of course.” As we stand between shelves of sparkling
eyeshadows and vibrant lipsticks, I watch Daphne’s deft fingers pluck an iridescent shade
from its perch. The glittering powder dusts her fingertips as she swipes it gently across my
hand, creating a shimmering arc of color. “This would look amazing on you,” she says,
grinning. “It’ll bring out the green in your eyes.”

“Wow, that’s beautiful,” I breathe, captivated by the way
the light dances across the tiny flecks of pigment. “Do you really think I could pull it
off?”

Daphne smiles bashfully and flicks her hand through the air.
I’m sure you could pull anything off.” She laughs, and I can’t help but feel a flutter in my
chest. The way her eyes crinkle at the corners and her lips curve into a smile… it’s all so
enticing.

For the rest of the afternoon, Daphne guides me through
the store, picking out different shades and colors for me to try on.

Daphne’s face lights up as we pause by a display of
elaborate prosthetics. “I love special effects makeup,” she confesses as she gently fingers
one of the masks. “It’s such a powerful way to transform someone and tell a story.”

“Really? Did you study it?”

Daphne nods, but her smile dims. “I did, but finding work
has been difficult, especially because of my disability. Some people just can’t see past the
wheelchair.”

A pulse of anger flares through me, but I stamp it down.
This woman is a stranger. I remind myself. Still, I hate how judgmental people can be. “I’m
sorry, Daphne. That’s so unfair.”

“Thank you.” Her brown eyes meet mine and my throat
dries up. “But I won’t let it stop me. I know what I’m capable of, and someday, the right
opportunity will come along.”

Her determination and resilience never cease to amaze me.
Nodding I plant my hands on my hips. “I know it will.” Suddenly, an idea takes root in my
mind. A bold, daring idea that could change both our lives. “Daphne,” I begin, my voice
wavering with nerves. “I have a proposition for you.”

She tips her head to the side and I grin.

“Would you consider being my personal makeup artist?”
The words tumble out before I can second-guess myself. “I know it’s not special effects, but I
think together, we could create something amazing.”

The faint scent of lavender fills my nostrils as I watch
Daphne’s eyes dart back and forth. Her fingers tap the armrest of her wheelchair, betraying
her uncertainty.

“I… I don’t know, Bridget,” she hedges, looking down at her
lap. “I’m so honored, but… I can’t I just started down at the warehouse and I can’t just
abandon my crew.”

Oh. My heart sinks. “Of course. But if you change your
mind…”

“Gracias.” Daphne smiles weakly, the gold rims of her
glasses catching the store’s fluorescent lights.

“De nada,” I murmur softly, warmth blossoming in my
chest.

“Now, let’s get back to finding the perfect makeup for you,
shall we?”

The corners of her mouth lift into a genuine smile, and I
watch as her hands deftly select products, her fingers moving with practiced ease despite
the tremors that sometimes betray her. Her passion for her craft is evident in every gesture,
and it only strengthens my belief that she’s the perfect person for the job.

“Thank you, Daphne, “I say as she bags up all my purchases
a few minutes later.

She smiles, and my pulse speeds up again. “You’re
welcome, Sarah. I’m just glad I could help.” She folds the last of my purchases into the bag
and hands it over to me with a nod.

Daphne’s cheeks flame scarlet as I scrawl my number on
her hand. “Here,” I say, trying not to let my embarrassment show. “If you ever change your
mind, feel free to call or text any time.”

Her gaze flits between the numbers and me. Finally, she
gives a small nod and murmurs her thanks. As I back away, feeling oddly proud of myself for
taking such a risk, Daphne watches me go with an intensity that leaves me slightly
breathless.

About the Author

Claerie Kavanaugh has spent
most of her life telling stories, but she never imagined herself writing romance. In fact, she
used to think it should only be reserved for Hallmark movies. It wasn’t until college, when
she discovered fanfiction, that she learned what romance was truly about: not just fluffy
relationships and happily-ever-afters, but human connection, the desire to push one another
to be better, and create hope that somewhere, somehow, everyone has
someone.

When she’s not writing, she
loves to travel and explore new cultures, helping other authors polish their works as a
freelance editor, and singing while doing so. Broadway musicals are her soul-food,
something her mother and sister know well. She constantly blasts the newest soundtrack
through the halls of their Missouri home, much to the chagrin of her very sassy and spoiled
cat.

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Cover Reveal: “Love Beneath the Stars” by Claerie Kavanaugh.

COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Love
Beneath the Stars: A Matchmaker Wedding Novella

Author: Claerie Kavanaugh

Publisher: Half Caff Press

Cover Artist: Lauren
Dombrowski

Release Date: April 26, 2023

Genres: Contemporary F/F Romance

Tropes: Age gap, celebrity, matchmaker, wedding

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 30 000
words

It is a standalone story in the
Entertaining Love series.

 

They say love conquers all,
but what if getting it means losing your family?

 

Blurb

After years of searching, a job
gone wrong finally led Hollywood’s most famous matchmaker Eve to her soulmate in up-
and-coming starlet Jemma Mason. For a year, they had pictured their perfect destination
Valentine’s Day wedding. But when Jemma’s family arrives from Montana, they quickly learn
perfection is hard to come by.

Jemma’s conservative brother
has always been distant, but when he meets his sister’s fiancée, who is seven years her
senior, he worries she’s moving way too fast and refuses to come to the wedding, let alone
keep his promise to walk her down the aisle. Can love really conquer all, or are there some
wounds that simply run too deep to be buried?

Eve and Jemma’s Wedding Novella. Sequel to LOVE AMONG
THE STARS in the standalone sapphic celebrity romance series ENTERTAINING LOVE.

 

About the Author

Claerie Kavanaugh has spent
most of her life telling stories, but she never imagined herself writing romance. In fact, she
used to think it should only be reserved for Hallmark movies. It wasn’t until college, when
she discovered fanfiction, that she learned what romance was truly about: not just fluffy
relationships and happily-ever-afters, but human connection, the desire to push one another
to be better, and create hope that somewhere, somehow, everyone has
someone.

When she’s not writing, she
loves to travel and explore new cultures, helping other authors polish their works as a
freelance editor, and singing while doing so. Broadway musicals are her soul-food,
something her mother and sister know well. She constantly blasts the newest soundtrack
through the halls of their Missouri home, much to the chagrin of her very sassy and spoiled
cat.

 

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COVER REVEAL: “Love Beneath The Stars: A Matchmaker” by Wedding Novella by Claerie Kavanaugh

COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Love
Beneath the Stars: A Matchmaker Wedding Novella

Author: Claerie Kavanaugh

Publisher: Half Caff Press

Cover Artist: Lauren
Dombrowski

Release Date: April 26, 2023

Genres: Contemporary F/F Romance

Tropes: Age gap, celebrity, matchmaker, wedding

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 30 000
words

It is a standalone story in the
Entertaining Love series.

 

They say love conquers all,
but what if getting it means losing your family?

 

Blurb

After years of searching, a job
gone wrong finally led Hollywood’s most famous matchmaker Eve to her soulmate in up-
and-coming starlet Jemma Mason. For a year, they had pictured their perfect destination
Valentine’s Day wedding. But when Jemma’s family arrives from Montana, they quickly learn
perfection is hard to come by.

Jemma’s conservative brother
has always been distant, but when he meets his sister’s fiancée, who is seven years her
senior, he worries she’s moving way too fast and refuses to come to the wedding, let alone
keep his promise to walk her down the aisle. Can love really conquer all, or are there some
wounds that simply run too deep to be buried?

Eve and Jemma’s Wedding Novella. Sequel to LOVE AMONG
THE STARS in the standalone sapphic celebrity romance series ENTERTAINING LOVE.

 

About the Author

Claerie Kavanaugh has spent
most of her life telling stories, but she never imagined herself writing romance. In fact, she
used to think it should only be reserved for Hallmark movies. It wasn’t until college, when
she discovered fanfiction, that she learned what romance was truly about: not just fluffy
relationships and happily-ever-afters, but human connection, the desire to push one another
to be better, and create hope that somewhere, somehow, everyone has
someone.

When she’s not writing, she
loves to travel and explore new cultures, helping other authors polish their works as a
freelance editor, and singing while doing so. Broadway musicals are her soul-food,
something her mother and sister know well. She constantly blasts the newest soundtrack
through the halls of their Missouri home, much to the chagrin of her very sassy and spoiled
cat.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Queering” by Brooke Skipstone

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Book Title: The Queering

Author and Publisher: Brooke Skipstone

Cover Artist: Cherie Chapman

Release Date: January 19, 2023

Genre: Contemporary F/F Romance, Historical F/F Romance, YA LGBTQ+

Tropes: Friends to lovers, Coming of age

Themes: Coming out, finding love late in life

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 92 000 words/ 318 pages

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

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Trapped between a homicidal brother and a homophobic podcaster eager to reveal her lesbian romance novels, a seventy-year-old grandmother seeks help in Clear, Alaska.

 

Blurb

Editor’s Pick Booklife Reviews: A fast-paced yet thoughtful romance of coming out and finding love in later life in Alaska

5 Star Clarion Reviews: A riveting novel . . . about love, courage, and solidarity


Trapped between a homicidal brother and a homophobic podcaster eager to reveal her lesbian romance novels, a seventy-year-old grandmother seeks help in Clear, Alaska.

Suffocating in a loveless marriage and lonely existence, Taylor MacKenzie lives only through her writing, using the pen name Brooke Skipstone, her best friend in college and lover before her death in 1974.

Afraid of being murdered before anyone in her family or community knows her life story, Taylor writes an autobiography about her time with Brooke and shares it with those closest to her, hoping for understanding and acceptance.

Accused of promoting the queering and debasement of America by a local podcaster, Taylor embroils the conservative community in controversy but fights back with the help of a new, surprising friend.

Can she endure the attacks from haters and gaslighters? Can she champion the queering she represents?

And will she survive?

 

Excerpt

NO ONE in the world is actually named Brooke Skipstone.

Not for almost fifty years.

Taylor Baird MacKenzie, a long-term substitute teacher in Clear, Alaska, knew her secret had already begun to unravel. Brooke wrote novels about lesbian liberation, fierce coming-of-age stories full of high family drama. Her readers probably pictured an author in her thirties with tattoos and a gender-fluid appearance.

Certainly not a seventy-year-old grandmother with long, thick hair—still more brown than gray—wearing lined leggings and an oversized hoodie that covered her butt. And unhappily married to the same man for over forty years.

Much too old and too obviously straight to be writing such novels.

Soon, everyone would know the truth—she was the author Brooke Skipstone. How big would the shockwave be?

Taylor had long feared the repercussions and kept her pen name secret. What would her kids say? And her grandkids, who hardly knew her because she lived so far from them. And saw them even less than usual because of Covid. At times the thought of discovery had seared her guts, but the liberation of writing what she wanted, revealing the characters living in her mind and the love and pain in her heart, had become her main reason for existence.

While at her keyboard, Taylor lost herself in her secret world—vibrant, passionate, full of laughter and turmoil and utter joy. Not like her real world of silence and numbing isolation, where she couldn’t talk about what mattered most to her.

Keeping the source of her greatest happiness a secret had suffocated her life.

Taylor stood at her classroom door before her last class of the day, while students thumbed phones and talked as they sat at a picnic table in the center of the Commons area. The same kind of table she and Brooke sat at in the spring of 1973.

 

Soon after Taylor’s college roommate and fellow theatre major, Brooke Tobolovsky turned twenty-one, Brooke changed her last name. Though she didn’t have the internet to check, she said she had never heard of anyone named Skipstone, so claimed it for herself. She thought it sounded cool. Much better for the stage and screen. Besides, she’d always hated the sound of Tobolovsky.

Regardless of her name, no one could ever forget her. Long, thick, cinnamon-colored hair; high forehead; deep-set blue eyes; and the biggest smile Taylor had ever seen. She could play Lady Macbeth just as easily as Juliet and belt out a song like a combination of Cher and Stevie Nicks. She was the natural lead, while Taylor was the utility player—competent actress, writer, composer, and organizational queen.

Once all the legal papers were complete, they celebrated with a pitcher of beer at The Hangout a few blocks from Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas. They sat at a picnic table under canvas stretched between oak trees, blocking the March sun. Brooke carved her new name on the bench as they pushed flip-flops through pea gravel and peanut shells.

“Does this mean I can’t call you Tobo anymore?” Taylor laughed and snorted beer.

Brooke scoffed with a quick flash of her eyes, “I’ve put a curse on that name, as you can see. Say it at your peril.” She cocked an eyebrow.

Taylor coughed this time, spewing beer on her shirt.

“I always knew you couldn’t hold your liquor.” Brooke wiped Taylor’s chin with a napkin.

“That word will never cross my lips again.”

“Which word?” Brooke teased. Her tongue peeked out the side of her mouth as she dabbed the snot from Taylor’s upper lip. “Hmm?”

Flashing a smile, Taylor said, “From now on, you’ll be BS to me. Nothing but BS.”

Brooke narrowed her eyes and tightened her mouth. “You’d better be referring to Brooke Skipstone.”

Taylor raised her hands and cocked her head in a perfect expression of amused innocence. “Certainly.” She tried to swallow the guffaw rising from her gut. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

They stared at each other for three seconds, each holding her pose until Brooke broke into a smile. “That’s BS and you know it.”

Taylor’s guffaw erupted, and in their laughter-filled haze, they both knocked their glasses to the ground. No matter. They drank from the pitcher and later started a burping contest. Taylor conceded when Brooke burped the chorus of “I Am Woman,” earning a standing ovation from the crowd of hippie students and locals that had gathered around them. The girls walked home, Taylor’s arm around her friend’s neck; Brooke’s around the other’s waist.

They were known as B&T because they were inseparable. They’d shared the ground floor of a small rental house since sophomore year but spent most of their time acting, hanging lights, building sets, and running shows at the Owens Art Center. If one of them wasn’t around the other, people would invariably ask, “Where’s ___?” with a little frown and gasp.

Taylor wrote and directed plays and musicals mainly for teens, while Brooke snagged major acting roles every year. Taylor was involved in every one of Brooke’s shows, while Brooke sang and acted in each of Taylor’s studio productions.

They were two promising women, determined to make their own way in the world and support each other’s careers in theatre—Brooke as an actress at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland and Taylor as a drama teacher at a private school in a nearby city. After breaking up with their casual boyfriends and graduating in 1974, they headed west in a very used VW Camper Bus adorned with painted flowers to cover the rust.

They loved each other completely as friends and had only become lovers two days before Brooke’s death.

 

About the Author

Brooke Skipstone is a multi-award-winning author who lives in Alaska where she watches the mountains change colors with the seasons from her balcony. Where she feels the constant rush toward winter as the sunlight wanes for six months of the year, seven minutes each day, bringing crushing cold that lingers even as the sun climbs again. Where the burst of life during summer is urgent under twenty-four-hour daylight, lush and decadent. Where fish swim hundreds of miles up rivers past bear claws and nets and wheels and lines of rubber-clad combat fishers, arriving humped and ragged, dying as they spawn. Where danger from the land and its animals exhilarates the senses, forcing her to appreciate the difference between life and death. Where the edge between is sometimes too alluring.


The Queering is her fifth novel. Visit her website at for information about her first four novels—The Moonstone Girls, Crystal’s House of Queers, Some Laneys Died, and Someone To Kiss My Scars.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: “I Saw Mommy Kissing the Nanny” by Shannon O’Connor. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: I Saw Mommy
Kissing the Nanny (
An FF Holiday
Romance)

Author and Publisher: Shannon O’Connor

Cover Artist: Alt19
Creative

Release Date: December 15,
2022

Genre: Contemporary FF
Romance

Tropes: Holiday Romance,
Nanny/Parent, Single Mom, love after divorce

Themes: Holiday Romance,
love after divorce

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 60 000 words/225
pages

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

Goodreads

 

Pre-Order/Buy Links

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An FF Holiday
Romance

 

Blurb

Morgan loves three things; Books, women, and being
single. But when Grad school costs more than her rent, she needs to come up with a way to
make some money and fast. After a one-night stand with a beautiful woman, she wakes the
next morning in a hurry to make it to her interview as a live-in nanny.

Despite acing the interview, she has to pass one final test;
meeting the mother—who just so happens to be her one-night stand. They both decide to
call it a one-night thing and move forward, with Morgan becoming her son’s nanny.

As a divorced, single mom Lucy can get all the help she
needs. But as the mistletoe is hung and the stockings are filled, are sparks flying too? As Lucy
begins to fall for her son’s nanny, she shows her love in a series of her favorite books.
Counting down the 24 days of Christmas with Morgan, by trying to tell her how she feels,
worried she doesn’t feel the same.

Morgan devours each book, desperate to know if Lucy is
sending her a sign. But as Christmas approaches, will each woman get what they want? Or
will they be stuck out in the cold as the days of Morgan’s nannying contract are up?

 

About the Author

Shannon O’Connor is a twenty-something, bisexual, self-published poet of several books and
counting. She released her first novel, Electric Love in 2021 and is currently working on
several sapphic romance novels. She believes there is a lack of positive Female/Female
romances in the world, and wants to make them more accessible. She is often found in
coffee shops, probably writing about someone she shouldn’t be.

 

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Book Title: I Saw Mommy
Kissing the Nanny (
An FF Holiday
Romance)

Author and Publisher: Shannon O’Connor

Cover Artist: Alt19
Creative

Release Date: December 8,
2022

Genre: Contemporary FF
Romance

Tropes: Holiday Romance,
Nanny/Parent, Single Mom, love after divorce

Themes: Holiday Romance,
love after divorce

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 60 000 words/225
pages

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

Goodreads

 

Pre-Order Links

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It will be a wide preorder
& in KU 1 week after release

 

An FF Holiday
Romance

 

Blurb

Morgan loves three things; Books, women, and being
single. But when Grad school costs more than her rent, she needs to come up with a way to
make some money and fast. After a one-night stand with a beautiful woman, she wakes the
next morning in a hurry to make it to her interview as a live-in nanny.

Despite acing the interview, she has to pass one final test;

meeting the mother—who just so happens to be her one-night stand. They both decide to
call it a one-night thing and move forward, with Morgan becoming her son’s nanny.

As a divorced, single mom Lucy can get all the help she
needs. But as the mistletoe is hung and the stockings are filled, are sparks flying too? As Lucy
begins to fall for her son’s nanny, she shows her love in a series of her favorite books.
Counting down the 24 days of Christmas with Morgan, by trying to tell her how she feels,
worried she doesn’t feel the same.

Morgan devours each book, desperate to know if Lucy is
sending her a sign. But as Christmas approaches, will each woman get what they want? Or
will they be stuck out in the cold as the days of Morgan’s nannying contract are up?

 

About the Author

Shannon O’Connor is a twenty-something, bisexual, self-published poet of several books and
counting. She released her first novel, Electric Love in 2021 and is currently working on
several sapphic romance novels. She believes there is a lack of positive Female/Female
romances in the world, and wants to make them more accessible. She is often found in
coffee shops, probably writing about someone she shouldn’t be.

 

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Book Title: Unexpected
Departure

Author and Publisher:
Shannon O’Connor

Cover Artist: M Leigh
Morhaime of Lost Marbles Designs

Release Date: April 21,
2022

Genres: Contemporary F/F
Romance, Women’s Fiction

Tropes: Slow
Burn

Themes: Love after loss,
losing a parent, self-love, self-acceptance

Length: 42 000 words/ 160
pages

Heat Rating: 1
flame

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

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Will she be able to
confront her past, learn to move on, and learn to love herself?

Blurb

Riley is stuck —in a job she hates, a toxic relationship, and
in life. She knows the relationship is bad for her, but she also can’t seem to let her go. After
catching her girlfriend cheating,
again, she finds comfort at her favorite
bar, with her best friend by her side.

After punching someone in the face and meeting a

mysteriously gorgeous bartender, Riley thinks things may be changing. Sawyer is
adventurous, sexy, and confident— all the things Riley yearns to be. And a sunrise
motorcycle ride starts to give her hope that things can change.

When she suddenly gets a phone call from her brother, she
discovers her estranged mother is dying. After almost a decade of silence, she’s forced to
return to her small homophobic hometown, say goodbye, and confront her demons.

Will she be able to confront her past, learn to move on, and
learn to love herself?

 

Excerpt

“Wanna dance?” We both turn and see a greasy guy at least twice our age. I bask in the
audacity of men.

“NO THANKS!” I shout back over the loud music.

He ignores me and starts grinding on Luna’s ass and her eyes almost pop out of her head.
She politely tries to move away but he follows her, keeping his body pinned to hers. Luna
mouths ‘help’ so I try to pull her away.

“WE DON’T WANNA DANCE!.” I yell at the guy. What the hell is wrong with men?

He either doesn’t hear me or he doesn’t seem to care because he grabs Luna’s other arm.
She tries to get out of his grasp and he just laughs, enjoying her squirming. I turn to face this
guy now. He’s barely an inch taller than me, with sweat stains under his armpits and oily
black hair.

“We said NO! Now let go of my friend.” I am nose to nose with this guy and he still doesn’t
let go.

“What are you going to do about it?” He laughs, and I can smell the onions he had for dinner
on his breath.

Without hesitating, I take a step back as if I’m going to walk away before turning around at
the last second and punching him square in the jaw. He stumbles backward, surprised by my
strength and action. He falls to the ground, the crowd backing up to avoid catching him. He
looks stunned for a moment before he looks angry.

I grab Luna’s hand and try to maneuver out of the crowd. We need to get out of here as fast
as we can. Let me just say trying to run through a crowd of people, wearing heels, while half-
drunk, and pulling your fully drunk best friend on your arm is not an easy feat.

I turn back to see if he’s still following us, giving me a second to catch my breath. He’s still
halfway across the club but he seems to be looking for us, so I hold on tighter to Luna and
pull her toward the exit. Only when I feel the cool breeze on my bare legs do I feel safe. We
walk to get out of the way of people to where we can take a second to breathe.

“Dude, are you okay?” Luna’s eyes are wide and that’s when I finally realize the impact of my
punch. My fist is starting to swell and my knuckles are quickly turning purple; only now do I
feel how bad that hurt.

“Jeez, I wouldn’t wanna be on the other end of that hand.” The voice comes from next to us
and I look up curiously.

A woman about our age is leaning against the brick wall smoking a cigarette, looking like
something out of a magazine. She’s wearing tight dark jeans and a low cut opened floral
button-down. Her blonde hair is slicked back like Danny Zuko from Grease. She’s
gorgeous. Where did she come from?

“They had it coming,” I mumbled instantly, losing my confidence.

“They did,” Luna confirms. I try to flex my fist and wince in pain. Shit, did I break
something?

“Want some ice?” The mystery woman puts out her cigarette and motions for us to follow
her.

I look at Luna and we both shrug, following the woman into the side entrance of Puzzles.

 

About the Author

Shannon O’Connor is a twenty-something, bisexual, self-published poet of several books and
counting. She released her first novel, Electric Love in 2021 and is currently working on
several sapphic romance novels. She believes there is a lack of positive Female/Female
romances in the world, and wants to make them more accessible. She is often found in
coffee shops, probably writing about someone she shouldn’t be.

 

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Book Title: The Moonstone Girls

Author: Brooke
Skipstone

Publisher: Skipstone
Publishing

Cover Artist: Cherie
Chapman

Release Date: Feb 14,
2022

Genre: Historical (1967/68) F/F romance

Themes: Coming out, Rejection,
Forgiveness

The story is full of drama, heartache, humor, and hope, set
against the backdrop of the late ’60s—the Vietnam War and the draft, racial prejudice,
homophobia, and a revolution in music.”

Queer rep: lesbian main
character, lesbian and gay side characters

Trigger Warnings:
homophobia, internalized homophobia, slurs, death, suicide, car accident, insensitive
language/jokes, PTSD.

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 103 500 words/ 338
pages

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

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Unlimited

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In 1968, a
seventeen-year-old queer girl traveled to Alaska disguised as a boy.

Blurb

Tracy should have been a boy. Even her older brother
Spencer says so, though he wouldn’t finish the thought with, “And I should have been a girl.”

Though both feel awkward in their own skin, they have to
face who they are—queers in the late 60s.

When both are caught with gay partners, their lives and
futures are endangered by their homophobic father as their mother struggles to defend
them.

While the Vietnam War threatens to take Spencer away,
Tracy and her father wage a war of their own, each trying to save the sweet, talented
pianist.

At seventeen, Tracy dresses as a boy and leaves her parents
in turmoil, with only the slimmest hope of finding peace within herself. She journeys to a girl
with a guitar, calling to her from a photo, “Come to Alaska. We’d be great friends.”

Maybe even The MoonStone Girls.

Excerpt

Hours later, after I’d practiced piano, had a few arguments
about the war at dinner, and listened to complaints from Mom about Spencer’s continued
absence, I slipped into my pajamas and tried to stay awake, listening to “19
th Nervous Breakdown”
from the Stones’
Big Hits album.

Something stumbled against my door. I heard Spencer cuss.
I ran to the door and yanked it open just as my very drunk brother rapped his knuckles
against the air.

“Whoa,” he said. “Where’d the door go? Hey, Sis.”

He wobbled just outside my room with a lopsided grin on
his face then put his finger to his lips. “Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m drunk.” He
giggled.

“No shit.” I put his arm over my shoulder and turned him
around. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Whaa . . . No.” He jerked his arm away and banged it into
the wall. “Ouch. Why’d you hit me?”

“You hit the wall, Spencer. Get to bed before you wake up
Mom and Dad.”

He put his hands on my shoulders and his face an inch from
mine. “You need to meet Pablo. He’s outside.”

“He drove you home?”

“Yeah. He thought I was too drunk to drive.” He breathed
and giggled. “He’s a really nice guy. We had a good time.”

I laughed, trying not to pass out from the alcohol fumes.
“Evidently.” I had never seen Spencer drunk. Dad would let us drink wine at dinner
sometimes. Maybe share a beer between us. But Spencer was never that interested.
Probably because Dad said a man’s got to learn how to hold his liquor. “What did you
drink?”

His eyes crossed. “Tequila. Oh, that’s the best. From itsy
bitsy glasses.”

“A shot glass?”

He held his hand like a pistol. “Bang. Bang. Shot after shot.
C’mon, you need to meet him.”

I helped him down the stairs. He tiptoed to the foyer then
grabbed the front door handle. Red lights flashed through the glass at the top of the
door.

“Cops?” I helped him open the door, and we both stared at
a policeman with his foot on the back of a young man, spread-eagled in our yard.

“Don’t you move, son,” yelled the officer.

Spencer’s eyes bulged as he screamed, “What are you
doing?” He ran toward the officer.

Somebody’s going to get shot! I followed. “Spencer! Stop!”

“He’s my friend!” He pushed the cop nearly to the ground
then bent down to help Pablo.

I ran to the officer whose hand moved toward his holster.
“That’s my brother’s friend. He drove my brother home and was waiting to meet me.” I
stood between him and the boys, holding my arms up, gasping for breath.

The man looked at me. “You live here?”

“Yes, with Spencer and my parents.”

Pablo was on his knees crying. “I thought he was going to
kill me.”

Spencer knelt and pulled Pablo to his chest. “You’re safe.
You’re safe.” He bent down to pick up Pablo’s white beret, brushed it off, and set it on his
head.

Pablo was thin and shorter than Spencer. His mouth hung
open as he gasped for breath; his face was wet with tears.

Spencer clutched the boy against his chest and glared at
the cop. “What did he do?”

“He was a Mexican outside our house at midnight,” I said.
“Right, Officer?”

The man tightened his eyes at me. “I’ve never seen him in
this neighborhood. He looked suspicious.”

“Suspiciously brown?” I barked.

“That’s enough, Tracy,” said Dad, tying his robe, as he
strode down our walkway. “I’m Arthur Franks. This is my house. Did the boy do anything
wrong?”

“He looked like he was trying to get inside that car, and I
knew it wasn’t his.”

Pablo’s voice cracked. “I wanted my cigarettes. I just
wanted to smoke a cigarette. ¿Qué carajo?”

I hoped the cop didn’t speak Spanish because Pablo had
just said “What the fuck?”

“Are we done?” I asked.

The officer rested his hand on his pistol. “You sure you want
this kid in your yard, Mr. Franks?”

“No, I’m not, but he’ll be gone soon. We’ll take it from here,
Officer.”

“Okay, but if you need anything, just call dispatch. I can be
back here quick.” He shot Pablo one last glare before sliding into his Castle Hills patrol car
and drove away.

“Where have you been, Spencer?” Dad growled. “And do I
smell alcohol on you?”

“If your nose works,” Spencer giggled. “We stayed at Dr.
Sorel’s for a while then went to Pablo’s cousin’s house. I think I had one too many shots of
tequila.” He giggled again.

“Maybe two too many,” laughed Pablo with a thick
accent.

“You said tutu!” Spencer laughed.

“No, I said two too,” laughed Pablo as he playfully patted
Spencer’s face.

“Jesus,” Dad muttered as he folded his arms and glared at
the two boys.

About the Author

Brooke Skipstone is a
multi-award winning author who lives in Alaska where she watches the mountains change
colors with the seasons from her balcony. Where she feels the constant rush toward winter
as the sunlight wanes for six months of the year, seven minutes each day, bringing crushing
cold that lingers even as the sun climbs again. Where the burst of life during summer is
urgent under twenty-four-hour daylight, lush and decadent. Where fish swim hundreds of
miles up rivers past bear claws and nets and wheels and lines of rubber-clad combat fishers,
arriving humped and ragged, dying as they spawn. Where danger from the land and its
animals exhilarates the senses, forcing her to appreciate the difference between life and
death. Where the edge between is sometimes too alluring.

The MoonStone
Girls
is her fourth novel. Visit her website at
brookeskipstone.com for information about her first three novels—
Crystal’s House of Queers, Some Laneys Died, and Someone To Kiss
My Scars
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