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Book Title: Book of the Flower Garlands (Archaeologists in Love 1)

Author and Publisher: Nikki
Ali

Release Date: November 16,
2021

Genre: Erotic M/M
romance

Tropes: Forbidden love, first
times, age play

Themes: Coming out,
intimacy & vulnerability

Length: 118 000 words / 347
pages

Heat Rating: 5 flames

It is not a standalone book.
It is the first to be published in its series.

It ends with a sort of
“happily-for-now.”

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A steamy MM erotic
romance of first times & lush settings. Will these unlikely lovers find a
way?

Blurb

Hassan Elsayed wants to find himself and follow his
dreams–at fifty-four, he’s about two decades too late, but who’s counting, really? He’s left
his hometown of Luxor, Egypt for Athens, Greece, and fulfilled his lifelong dream of
becoming a writer.

Now, he’s hungry for love. The woman he’s loved for half
his life has married someone else. When Hassan meets a beautiful nineteen-year-old boy
one summer, their attraction and chemistry are instant, insistent, and impossible to ignore.
But it’s his first time with another man, and Hassan is terrified to step into this new fire. Will
he let himself be engulfed by the flames? Will he open his heart to this unlikely love he
never saw coming?

Set in the lush, sun-drenched Mediterranean summer,
to the backdrop of the ancient ruins of Athens, Book of the Flower Garlands weaves a warm,
romantic story of sex, sensual pleasures, first loves and first times.

Excerpt

In the evening, Marco and I take a long, slow walk around
Kolonaki as the sun is setting. My neighborhood is quiet, steep, cobblestoned. Some parts
are narrow and rambling and old, some are lit up, gilt-edged, gleaming with signs for Prada
and Gucci. There are trendy new restaurants and the older tavernas, like the one where I
work. Young people are drinking cappuccinos at the coffee shops, tourists are taking endless
photos of the sunset. I have tried to make this city home.

We decide to walk up Mount Lycabettus. It’s often part of
our morning running route, but then it is an opportunity for hill work, not a site for its own
enjoyment. Tonight we take a leisurely pace. Children from a family of German tourists
scramble up the hill around us. We stop to admire the intricate patterns on the doors of the
church on Lycabettus, delicate black tracery on glass, illuminated from within by warm
golden light.

“These old churches almost make me wish I were
Christian,” I tell Marco.

“I see what you mean,” he says softly, his eyes traveling
over the shape of the church, the little white dome on top and the crowning cross.

On an impulse we decide to have dinner at the restaurant
near the summit. “I’ve always wanted to eat here,” I say.

“Then let’s eat here,” Marco says, shrugging. He stops. “Let
me treat you.” “Sweetheart. You don’t have to.”

“Let me. You’re always paying for stuff and cooking for me
and taking care of me. Let me take you to just one dinner at a place you’ve always wanted to
go.”

“Okay,” I say. I’d say my Arab ancestors were turning in their
sandy desert graves, but surely those venerable old men have long since abandoned me. I
am head over heels for a boy less than half my age.

Our breath is duly stolen by the view at our table, placed
right at the edge of the mountain, beside a low stone wall. It’s twilight, and every moment
the light flees, bleeding from the sky. That has its own bittersweet significance, but then, as
the night grows blacker, the lights begin to glow to their fullest perfection. The
neighborhoods are tiny handfuls of houses, each block outlined with veins of dark green
summer trees. The lights are coming out like the stars we cannot see, like the lanterns the
white-shirted waiters come out and set on each table. In the far distance we can see the
softness of the sea, in the middle distance the magic radiance of the Parthenon sprawled on
the acropolis.

“My God,” Marco says. “I will remember this view for the
rest of my life.”

About the Author

Nikki Ali creates high-quality
erotica where love is for everyone, dreams come true, and sensuality is an integrated part of
our life.

Nikki is also the editor-in-
chief of Mistress M’s Community Publishing House (MMCPH), a new, boutique-style, full-
service small publishing house founded on the principles that no matter what our hearts
desire to create, there is an audience seeking it; that, by putting our work out into the world,
our audience will find us; and that there IS space in the marketplace for the offerings of our
hearts.

Connect with Nikki on
Instagram @mistressmwriter.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Ambiguous” by Leslie McAdam” by Leslie McAdam.

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Book Title:
Ambiguous

Author and Publisher: Leslie
McAdam

Cover Artist: Black Jazz
Designs

Release Date: April 13,
2022

Genre: Contemporary m/m
romance

Tropes: Rock star, forbidden
love, opposites attract, lawyer/politics, fake relationship (with a twist)

Themes: Coming out, being
true to yourself

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 75 000
words

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

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Blurb

Love is for other people, not for me.

At least that’s what I believed, until I met him.

Julian Hill.

The most famous rock star on the planet. A music god with
untidy hair and the voice of an angel.

I’ll never be anything but out, and he has very good reasons
to stay in the closet.

After all, every move he makes is dissected, critiqued, and
posted on social media, so he just wants a little privacy.

I understand that. Truly.

But no one makes me feel the way he does, and I’m pretty
sure he has feelings for me as well.

Which is inconvenient since his record label hired me to sue
him.

I should’ve sorted things out before I kissed him.

Oops.

Ambiguous is a forbidden mm rock star romance about a
fashion-forward singer who hates labels of all kinds (except for clothing), a dapper attorney
who already has a (fake) boyfriend for a very good reason, and the possibility of love saving
the day.

Excerpt

Julian takes my breath away. While I’ve met plenty of
celebrities, with him I feel this hit to my solar plexus. I freeze, because he’s so hot it’s too
much to process.

Dark, perfectly mussed hair. Dark brown eyes. Tan
skin.

His black pants are painted on, highlighting his lanky form.
He’s wearing heeled black boots with chains on them and a loose, lacy, unbuttoned blouse
and piles of long pearl necklaces. Rings on every finger click as he fidgets. His Adam’s apple
moves as he drinks from a bottle of water.

He started with a boy band a decade ago. And, while I listen
to plenty of pop music, I’ve intentionally ignored him just to piss Emily off. I’m mature like
that sometimes. I’m not sure why I even started that—she and I love a lot of the same music
and go to concerts together whenever we can, but at some point I decided he was just too
cheesy, and then it became a thing. Julian is now on his own, the only
one from his original group to have a successful solo career.

Of course I’ve heard his music. I’m generally aware of him,
because I live in a condo in America and not under a rock cut off from communication with
the outside world.

I’ve just never put his songs on voluntarily. Now I wish I
knew more about him.

The table’s been set up for the meeting with bottles of
fancy water and carafes of coffee. Readying himself for introductions, Julian sets down his
water and stands up.

I walk over to shake his hand, and it’s like it happens in slow
motion. One second I’m standing, and the next my toe hooks on a chair leg and I go flying.
My flailing wrist manages to knock his open bottle of water from the table, and I take him
down to the floor in one fell swoop, splashing water all over him as I go.

He lands on the industrial carpet with an “Oomph,” and I
end up sprawled on top of him.

Heat singes my cheeks. Oh shit, oh shit. I won’t blame
him if he pulls a diva fit after I ruined his clothes. They’re next season’s Gucci.

I start mentally updating my résumé.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, fumbling up to the table to grab a
stack of paper napkins from the coffee service while struggling to get off of him as fast as I
can.

Julian frowns, and then he jackknifes up to a sitting
position, forcing a laugh. His now-wet shirt leaves little to the imagination, revealing the
shapes of tattoos scattered all over his chiseled torso. I kneel at his feet and start wiping his
pants, only to realize that, yeah, I’m trying to dry off the crotch of a Grammy-nominated
recording artist.

“Oh my god,” I repeat. “I’m so sorry.”

I can’t stop dabbing at his crotch.

With a white napkin.

That’s leaving shreds of wet lint.

On his dark designer pants.

I’m making it so
much worse—and my reaction to him is getting
worse, too. Partly because there’s a bulge underneath that zipper, and it’s not small. Like,
not at all small. Partly because he smells amazing—like maybe rum and vanilla—which makes
my body hum and my cock wake up.

Even though I don’t live my life as a train wreck, apparently
it can get derailed in one second flat.

About the Author

Leslie McAdam is a California
girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small
orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two children. Leslie’s first
published book, The Sun and the
Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world’s
largest online writing competition. She’s gone on to receive additional literary awards and
has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have
been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but
spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.

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BLOG TOUR: “Hot Stepdad Summer” by Iris Faire. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Hot Stepdad Summer

Author: Iris Faire

Cover Artist: Iris
Faire

Release Date: January 30,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM
Romance LGBTQ Romance, Romantic Suspense

Tropes: Taboo -stepdad,forbidden love, bisexual and gay awakenings,
mafia suspense

Themes: Coming out,
acceptance, found family, first loves

Length: 33 000 words/ 122
pages

Heat Rating: 4.5 flames
(There are a few steamy scenes that get spicy and intimate and real for our main couple –
but nothing involving BDSM. Maybe a tiny bit of hands around the throat, that’s
it.)

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Only one man could save
me. What I found in him was unexpected.

Blurb

Wrongs righted. Love fated. Passionate desires unleashed.

I didn’t need a protector. And I wanted more than a hot

alpha possessing me.

I desired love. What I found in him was unexpected. If only
the world around us would stop judging, we would have a chance to build a life
together.

When the past caught up to me and a friend, dark forces
surrounded us.

Only one man could save me.

It turned out his protection, his possession, and his love all
claimed me, fulfilling every dream possible.

Iris Faire weaves a tale of past wrongs righted, of love fated, and passionate desires
explored. The quick read romp ends in a happy ever after. It can be read as a stand alone,
but will have you wishing for more in the interconnected Stepdad Summer Series.

Excerpt

“Who were those guys?” His fists balled up on my stomach,
and I heard the crack of his jawline tightening with teeth gnashing. These signs of his
possession turned my heart to jelly.

“Relax there, Mr. Protective. They were punk ass college
guys on spring break. Never saw them again. And I haven’t been with anyone since . . . Until
last night. With you.”

“Me? So you were my first in forever, and I was as well for
you?” He squeezed me tighter.

“Hm-hmm. After your birthday, I intended to quit for sure.
But then you came to see me. So I danced for you. And then I kept going, wondering if you
might come back. And you did. Every Tuesday and Thursday, when Mom had her meetings
like clockwork. Somehow, you made me feel safe. And . . . I enjoyed dancing for you. I liked
your eyes following my every move.”

“Don’t go back. I don’t want you there. I can’t stand the
thought of other men watching you, touching your G-string or going anywhere near your
skin.”

I tightened our hold once again, wiggling my bottom
against his half hard morning wood. “Hm. So you’re the jealous type. I like it.”

“Yeah, maybe I am. Besides, I should have stopped you
when I first saw you. If I had given any thought to how dangerous it might be for you there .

. . maybe Nico wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Fucking Nico,” I said with upmost affection for my friend.
“It probably didn’t matter. His drug use would have still gotten out of hand, maybe slower is
all.”

“Still, don’t go back. Quit today.”

“And work where? I can’t stay at moms, and can’t stay at
Dominic’s. It’s nice of you to offer here, but I need a job to afford my own place.” I already
had a printout of some jobs to check on for the week. Coffee barista, nighttime janitor . . .
nothing really appealing, but my options narrowed without a degree or career trajectory. I’d
go to hell before admitting Mom was right about college.

“Stay with me. I’ll take care of us until you find something
else.”

“Yeah?” I twisted, facing him, and cupped his cheek. I hung
on every hope for what this meant between us.

“Hm-hmm.”

I brushed his lips, taking full advantage of this euphoric
morning feeling. This thing right now between us, undefined, yet perfect. Undeterred by an
uncertain future, simply luxuriating in each other’s arms before time or whatever life threw
at us took it away.

He worked down, brushing his lips across my neck and
Adam’s apple.

“Mm. If I stay with you, does it mean I get more of your lips
all over me?”

“Whatever you want, I’m happy to provide,” he said,
pushing me onto my back. Brushing his whiskers down my torso followed by his soft lips and
tongue, every move of his grew like little reassurances of our path ahead, freely exploring
whatever this was between us.

About the Author

Iris writes from the comfort
of her kitchen, while sipping vanilla lattes on a good day—even in summer. Writing MM
Romance is a nice distraction from her many other commitments, like needle-working,
homemaking, and mom taxi service. While it’s terrible fun to invest time in her book

characters, she’s not expecting to quit her day job anytime soon.

Visit her website
to keep up to date on her latest work in
progress.

On a more serious note: Iris
has a teen who is trans. And she loves them with her whole heart and soul.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Runner” by Thom Collins.

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Book Title: The Runner

Author: Thom Collins

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Release Date: January 18, 2022

Genre:  Contemporary M/M Romance, Erotic romance, Sports

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, sporting heroes, 

Themes: Reconnecting, rivalries, forgiveness 

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 30 353 words/ 121 pages

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

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An Olympic hero faces his longest run – to make up for the past.

 

Blurb

Alex Schaefer is a sports journalist and commentator at the top of his game. He hosts a successful weekly podcast has just written the biography of a world class football player. With his career on an upward trajectory, Alex has never been busier. There is no time in his life for love or romance.

Ethan Bower was used to success. As a British sprinter, he won a host of silver and gold medals at the Olympics, European and Commonwealth championships, and spent over a decade at the top. Persistent injuries brought Ethan’s career to an abrupt halt in his mid-thirties. Now he has to start over again. Trying to get his foot in the door of athletics commentary and presenting isn’t easy.

Ethan and Alex have history. Eight years ago, at the height of Ethan’s success, Alex was chosen to ghost write his autobiography. An experience they would both rather forget. Ethan hated what Alex wrote about him; a fact he’s made very public. When Ethan attends the launch of Alex’s latest book, they meet again for the first time in years and something becomes apparent to both of them – they have each improved with age. Now in their thirties, they are older and more mature.

Can they put the past behind them and their ambitions for the future to take a chance on each other now? 

 

Excerpt 

Alex held back a moment, observing. Ethan was taller than he remembered, and with the increased bulk across his shoulders, he had a very statuesque physique. His clothes looked well made, and he wore them well. Something stirred within Alex, an excitement that caused his whole body to tingle and concentrate in his groin. Ethan Bower roused him in a way he would never have thought possible.

Alex knew that attraction would die in seconds if Ethan was the same bullish prick he used to know.

Only one way to find out.

“Hello, Ethan,” he said, stepping up beside him. “It’s been a long time.”

As Ethan turned to look at him, there was uncertainty on his face just for a second before his mouth spread into a wide grin. There were short dimples which cut into his cheeks when he smiled—Alex had forgotten about those—and he had a day’s worth of stubble on his chin, which suited him a lot. Any more would give away his natural ginger colouring, which the careful highlights in his hair tried to disguise.

“Alex,” he said, shoving out his hand. “Congratulations. I had no idea you were involved in the book until I arrived.”

He pumped Alex’s hand harder than necessary. Over-compensating? Nervous? Ethan had never struck him as a man who suffered from social anxiety, but the way he grabbed his drink off the bar and knocked off a third of it in one go suggested that maybe he was.

Or he’s pissed off to see me and too polite to say so.

“You’re looking good. I was sorry to hear about all the injuries. I thought you’d be good for one more round of medals.”

Ethan shrugged. “They come to all of us. You can’t push your body so hard for all those years and not expect consequences. It would be nice to have added another Olympics to the tally, but it is what is. I can’t do anything about it now.”

Alex’s gaze was drawn to Ethan’s stunning green eyes. Shit. How could he have forgotten about those? They were mesmerizing. There had definitely been a change in his face since they’d seen each other last. There were deep lines around his eyes and the corners of his mouth and there could even be a touch of grey in the hair around his ears. Alex realised he had known Ethan when he was still a boy. The person who stood in front of him now was all man.

“It’s nice to run into you after all this time,” Alex said. “I had no idea who was coming tonight.”

Those green eyes looked deep into his. “Are you kidding? I won’t miss it. This is going to the biggest sports book of the year. Everyone is interested in Fernando’s story. Not just here, but worldwide. You’re onto a real winner with this one.”

Alex shrugged. “It’s his story, not mine. I just helped to put it on the page for him.”

“Did Fernando seek you out personally? I kind of think he must have. None of those straight dude football writers could tell it with the authenticity of another gay man.”

“He did. For that very reason, I think. He felt more comfortable talking to a gay writer. The publishers were torn. They wanted either a much bigger name or an anonymous ghost writer who would do what they were told and wouldn’t ask for credit.”

Ethan gave a soft laugh. “You mean like my book?”

“Those were different times.”

“I guess so. And we were different people. I know I was.”

Could this be true? Was Ethan admitting he’d been an arsehole in his younger days? “Everyone is different in their twenties. I don’t think we really grow up until we’re around thirty. Look at Fernando. He was twenty-nine when he finally came out, despite knowing he was gay all of his life.”

Ethan nodded and took another sip of his drink. “Everything turns out all right in the end, I suppose.”

 

About the Author 

 

Thom Collins is the author of Closer by Morning, North Point and the Anthem Trilogy. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age, but in 2013 he realized cruising is the best way to see the world.

Check out his website for news updates and a free ebook, The Night.

 

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BOOK BLAST: “A Quick Buck” by K.L. Hiers.

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: A Quick Buck

Author: K.L.
Hiers

Publisher: Stormy Night
Publications

Release Date:
11/19/2021

Genre/s: Contemporary MM Mafia Romance

Trope/s: Daddy Kink, May/December, Silver Fox, Rich Boy Needs Love

Themes: Love and Power, Lust Before Love, Revenge

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 108 000 words/503
pages

This is a standalone story. It
is a spin-off from the Cold Hard Cash series, but the
other books do not need to be read in order to enjoy this one.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Alistair Star didn’t come to Noah Allan’s house looking for a
boy in need of a hard spanking from a man who knows how to give one. Noah was just
meant to be kept as collateral until his uncle could be tracked down. But when the
twenty-two-year-old trust fund brat gets mouthy, Alistair decides it’s long past time
someone took off his belt and put him very firmly in his place.

Noah may be used to buying whatever he wants
and doing as he pleases, but he wouldn’t call himself spoiled. Unfortunately for him, the
dangerous, infuriatingly handsome mob boss holding him prisoner disagrees, and Alistair
doesn’t just plan to teach Noah a shameful lesson that will leave him sore, sorry, and
desperately aroused. He’s going to give Noah exactly what he needs…

A daddy.

Publisher’s Note: A Quick Buck
includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please
don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

“You are an exceptionally rude young man.” Alistair rose
from the piano.

“Says the fuckin’ geezer who’s kidnapping me in my own
house!” Noah growled. “Wow. Fuckin’ dementia settin’ in, Gramps? Do you understand how
crazy you sound?”

“I do believe it’s time for that lesson in manners.” Alistair
slid his belt from his pants, folding it in half and lightly patting it against his palm.

Noah froze, staring stupidly at the belt. He was so stunned
by the clear implication that he laughed.

“I’m going to take you and put you over my knee,” Alistair
said sternly. “I’m going to spank you with this belt until I hear a very sincere apology
followed by absolute and total silence. While we’re staying here, I am going to expect you to
be a model guest. Obedient, quiet, and dare I even say grateful. Do you understand, dear
Noah?”

“You?” Noah laughed again. “You’re going to spank
me?”

“Unless you’d like to apologize right now?”

“Ha!” Noah stood up straight and tall, towering over Alistair
as he taunted, “I’d love to see you fuckin’ try it, old man.”

“Very well.”

In the space of a blink, Alistair grabbed Noah’s arm and
twisted it into his back, dragging him over his knee as he sat down on the bench. It
happened so quickly that Noah didn’t have enough time to register the pain until the belt
cracked over his ass for the first time.

“Oh, fuck!” Noah tried to kick away, but the pressure on his
arm in Alistair’s iron grip made a compelling argument to stay as he was. His ass felt like it
had been branded where the belt had struck, and he hissed angrily. Even through his jeans,
it hurt like hell. “Oh, wow, yeah, fuck you.”

“That didn’t sound like an apology, dear Noah,” Alistair
chided.

“How about you take that ‘dear Noah’ and shove it up
your—oh, fuck!” Noah cried out as the belt hit him again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mmm, that sort of language will simply not do.” The
buckle clinked as Alistair set the belt aside, and he reached around Noah’s hips to grab at
the front of his jeans. “A strong-willed boy such as yourself usually requires additional
motivation.”

“Hey! Stop!” Noah squirmed as Alistair undid the button
and opened up the fly of his jeans in one swift jerk. A rage like he’d never known filled him
when Alistair grabbed the seat of his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear, just
enough to expose his ass to the entire room. “Oh, fuck you!”

“Now.” Alistair had the belt again, and he lightly dragged it
over Noah’s bare cheeks. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

Noah tried bucking away, but he couldn’t get out of
Alistair’s iron hold. He was furious from being stripped and humiliated like this, and he
refused to comply. “Go fuckin’ die in a fire. A really big fuckin’ fire.”

“You still have plenty of time to apologize.”

“Yeah? But you sure don’t. Bein’ all old and shit. Might
have a heart attack and drop dead right—agh, shit! Shit!” The pain from the belt against his

bare skin was new, burning white hot, and Noah couldn’t explain the overwhelming rush
coming over him.

Definitely didn’t have an explanation for his hard
dick.

There was no way to hide it from Alistair, considering it was
digging into his thigh, and Noah ducked his head, embarrassed and furious he couldn’t
escape. For some reason, being held down was only making him harder, and the vicious
cycle of shame and anger kept right on fueling his persistent erection.

“Why, Noah.” Alistair chuckled low. His voice dropped to a
sultry tone, whispering as if they were lovers as he said, “I’m not sure I should continue your
punishment under these circumstances. Would you like to apologize yet?”

“Eat… a dick,” Noah panted, refusing to acknowledge how
all the little hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up from the way Alistair
spoke.

“Mm, I take it that’s a ‘no’?”

“You’re… a fuckin… genius…”

“Well.” Alistair clicked his tongue, the leather creaking as
he raised the belt back up. “I can already see you’re going to be quite a handful.”

“You’ve got no fuckin’ idea, you stupid—ow,
fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!”

This was going to be a very, very long day.

And he still hadn’t gotten that shower.

Fuck.

About the Author

K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an
embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral
service, they worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Their first love was always
telling stories, and they have been writing for over twenty years, penning their very first
book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty
notebooks, however, but they never gave up.

Following the success of their
first novel, Cold Hard Cash, they now enjoy writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales
of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. They love attending horror movie

conventions and indulging in cosplay of their favorite characters. They live in Zebulon, NC,
with their husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only
pretend to because they think it’s cute.

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Book Title: Blink: MM
Supernatural Suspense

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Lou
Harper

Release Date: September 2,
2021

Genres: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy M/M Romance, action/adventure,
romantic suspense

Tropes: Second chance love,
hurt/comfort, true soulmates, psychic, medium, witches, ghosts, haunted theater, Mafia,
mobsters, ex-cop, ex-Interpol, resort town, starting over

Themes: Learning to trust, taking a chance, making a commitment, daring
to dream, letting go of the past, being haunted by the past, established relationship,
ex-cop/PI, former art fraud investigator, mobsters, medium with a ghostly lover, haunted
theater, awesome and heroic food truck, mystery, cold case

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 65 000 words/228
pages

It is part of series but could be read as a stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Ghosts always
remember. Mobsters never forget.

Blurb

Erik Mitchell helped Interpol bust cartels, oligarchs, and
spoiled billionaires for art fraud. As an undercover cop, Ben Nolan helped bring down a
Newark crime family. Now Erik and Ben have started over in Cape May, leaving their
danger-filled jobs behind them, excited about a fresh start and their new
relationship.

Plans to renovate a historic old theater stir up dangerous
ghosts and revive interest in unsolved Mob hits. The curse of a murdered witch strikes a
close friend, old movie props reveal clues to long-ago crimes, and a shakedown scheme
sends Ben’s cousin running for cover.

Time is running out to lift the curse. The Russian Mob
wants revenge on Erik, and the Newark Mob is gunning for Ben. A grieving ghost seeks
justice. Secrets, lies, and deception unravel in the blink of an eye.

Erik and Ben were planning for happily ever after. But
unless they can outwit witches, wraiths, and wise guys, they could go down in a hail of
gunfire and a blast of dark magic—and see their plans go up in smoke.

Blink is a suspenseful MM paranormal romance
mystery-adventure filled with second chance love, hurt/comfort, true soulmates, awesome
food trucks, dangerous secrets, restless ghosts, psychic visions, powerful witches, angry
mobsters, and a very haunted theater.

Excerpt

“Hi everyone. Are we going in?” A dark-haired woman in her early forties with olive skin and
black hair sauntered up, dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. Alessia Mason always seemed
calm and controlled, but now she clearly radiated excitement at the possibility of glimpsing
the old theater.

Alessia owned the Spirit of the Sea gift shop and had married into one of the old Cape May
families, but right now what mattered most was her role as the head of the local coven and
the powerful magic she had inherited from her Sicilian mother.

“Right this way,” Jaxon said, brandishing the key. “The Arts Council officially owns the
building, so we don’t even have to sneak in.”

He unlocked the door to the convenience store, which was a shell of its past self. All of the

fixtures had been sold off, but the faded signage around the top of the walls remained,
directing customers toward soft drinks, sundries, and restrooms.

They followed him inside, and Jaxon locked the door behind them. Then they headed
toward the back, past the break room and offices to an unmarked door.

“The store was here for over twenty years, and most people never knew that the Regent
Theater lay behind it,” Jaxon said. He gestured toward the area they had just navigated.

“Imagine coming through the big glass doors, past the ticket booth,” Jaxon said, pointing
back the way they had come. “You’d enter a high-ceiling lobby with a bar, concession stand,
and seating for patrons who came early to see and be seen. Then you’d move farther inside,
and there would be double doors leading into the actual theater.”

Erik looked behind them, struggling to imagine the way it had once been. A grid of acoustic
panels hid the original molded plaster ceiling several feet higher that he had seen in
photographs. The plain walls and stained tile floor made it difficult to picture lush red
carpet, velvet rope swags, cocktail servers, and a concession stand that not only had
popcorn but according to the stories Jaxon shared on the drive over, also served foie gras.

Jaxon opened the door and reached inside to flip on a light. Erik hesitated to get a psychic
read on the space ahead.

“Definitely haunted,” Alessia said, staring into the distance with a glazed look that told Erik
her attention lay elsewhere.

His own touch magic worked differently. To get a strong reaction, Erik usually had to be in
physical contact with an object. He had avoided touching anything since they had arrived,
but even so, the theater itself gave off unmistakable vibes. Both he and Alessia had extra
perception which included seeing ghosts, although neither was a full medium able to
summon or speak with the dead.

“Bad things happened here.” Erik found himself speaking before he realized it. “Dark magic.
Death. Cursed.”

About the Author

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

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

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

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SERIES TOUR: “Superheroes Enslavement” by Stephen Chu

SERIES TOUR – SUPERHEROES ENSLAVEMENT

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Lust…passion…corruption.

Who doesn’t like superheroes? Strong, abled, manly men with the kind of body most guys would kill to have and every woman lust for. Not to mention a unique superpower that can turned evil into good, or in contrast, good into evil.

This is Mello City, a place where crimes and violations occurred daily. People relied on Infinite Heroes, an organization with many incredible heroes that dedicated their bodies and souls to guard and protect citizens. One day, an evil genius declared his debut as a supervillain. With a mysterious evil power of corruption, he forced all Infinite Heroes members to question their purpose, personalities, and identity.

Now, could the heroes defend their faith and loyalty, or would they succumb completely into the hand of darkness and drown in the sea of pleasure?

The stories have to be read in order. So, the series is not finished yet through these 4 books, but these 4 represents an arc. So, from the 5th book onwards, it will open a new arc.

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 4 flames

BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1

Book Title: First Conquest

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  9 200 words/ 54 pages

Release Date: July, 8 2021

Genres: Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  Villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes: Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

It is not a standalone story. It ends on a ‘little bit’ of a cliffhanger. The story arc runs from book 1 to book 4.

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Blurb 

“Slrrrp…firstt tastee…one down…his skin and energy… couldn’t wait to taste.”

Who doesn’t like superheroes? Sure, everyone loves them. They are strong, abled figures and manly men with the kind of body most guys would kill to have and every woman lust for. Not to mention a unique superpower that can turned evil into good, or in contrast, good into evil.

This is Mello City, a place where crimes and violations occurred daily. Therefore, people relied on Infinite Superhero, an organization that consisted of incredible heroes who dedicated their bodies and souls to guard and protect citizens.

Rory, one of the superheroes, suddenly got a routine call to headquarters while having breathtaking sex with his girlfriend. Although he felt annoyed that he hadn’t spurted his seed for a long time, the handsome superhero had to fulfill his duty. On his way, little does he know an evil genius has a plan for his mind and body for a long time. Soon, the hunk superhero finds such a bizarre pleasure that could change his body, mind, and soul forever. This is the beginning of enslavement.

First Conquest start …

This is the 1st volume of the Superheroes Enslavement series. In the first debut story, Stephen Chu wants to bring everyone who loves gay erotica, fiction and desires to see many hunks and handsome superheroes defeated and obedient completely to swim within the sea of ecstasy through this series.

BOOK 2

Book Title: Steamy Pleasure

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  28 000 words/ 145 pages

Release Date: July 17, 2021

Genres: Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  Villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes: Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

It is not a standalone story. It ends on a ‘little bit’ of a cliffhanger. The story arc runs from book 1 to book 4.

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Blurb 

“Rory… Rory … Oh Rory, where are you?”

She holds the ring and bawled. “What happened to you, baby? Where have you gone?”

Martha, aka Mighty Girl, was so worried after her boyfriend, Rory, aka Smart Brain, was missing for two days. She recalled her memory while crying, waiting for him to come back.

Meanwhile, now that Smart Brain had become Evil Brain, the villainous Dr. P sent him on a mission to enslave other heroes. Through his mysterious master, The Doctor gave the former superhero new wicked power to seduce his teammates. Using his new powers, the young villain enslaved his teammates mercilessly. The headquarter gym and bathroom became the witness of steamy and hot copulation between two young superheroes.

After enslaving the three young and potential heroes, Infinite Heroes were in an emergency state, and Victor, popularly called Captain Titanium, started looking for his missing teammates. Wearing his armor suit, the hero used high-tech radar to find his teammates. Unwittingly, the black-skinned hero found a new armor suit will accompany him faithfully for the rest of his life.

This is the 2nd volume of the Superheroes Enslavement series. In his first series, Stephen Chu wants to bring everyone who loves gay erotica, fiction and desires to see many hunks and handsome superheroes defeated and obedient completely to swim within the sea of ecstasy through this series.

BOOK 3 

Book Title: Carnal Passion and Lust

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  approx. 30 000 words

Release Date: September 13, 2021

Genres:  Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes: Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

It is not a standalone story. It ends on a ‘little bit’ of a cliffhanger. The story arc runs from book 1 to book 4.

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Blurb 

The Thing already turned Evil Brain into his perfect champion. After completing his transformation, Evil Brain was so eager to try out his new powers. So, the supervillain started to invade the main headquarter building. But, unfortunately, he also met with a new guy who was an old friend from his past. The destined encounter forced the villain to choose his devotion between evil or good side, present or past.

Rald, the leader of Infinite Heroes, got frustrated while trying to fix the situation. Without his knowing, Gray, the apprentice, has a long-hidden carnal desire and lust for the hunk chief. Meanwhile, Liberty Star, one of the strongest heroes, faces an unexpected situation to meet the friends he thought are already dead. As a result, infinite Heroes were taken down further.

On the other hand, Dr. P started to conspire against it.

BOOK 4 

Book Title: Orgy for Perfection

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  approx 20 000 words

Release Date: September 23, 2021

Genres: Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes:  Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

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Blurb 

Almost all the superheroes already turned into the evil side. With The Thing ready to come out of the shadow and the help of the company CEO as their newest comrade, Dr. P, and the fallen heroes infiltrate SmartZ Enterprises to execute the final stage of their plan. They need the last and the strongest superhero to succeed in their mission. 

Bolt, aka Richard Tagaka, was shocked to found out that the headquarters was empty and in a mess. The strongest hero of Infinite Heroes tried his best to look for his comrades. However, the man didn’t realize evil hands have already approached his back to consume his power, body, and soul. Is there any chance for the hero to win? 

Rough action and hottest sex scenes will wrap this first arc and completely blow your mind.

Excerpts

Book 1 (First Conquest)

Rory was interrupted by the feeling of a needle plunging into his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, but almost immediately, irresistible sleepiness washed over him.

“This is not my fault. This is your fault. It won’t happen if you ever recognize me. You never saw me. You never pay attention to me. You never did that even once.”

The Doctor reached out greedily and tweaked Rory’s big pink nipples with his meaty hands. Rory let out an uncontrollable wail of orgasmic pleasure as he was played with. His nipples were as sensitive as cock. A short, thin plug, flared at one end, rose up from the table between Rory’s legs. Softly and gently, the plug slid into the superhero’s dick hole, sealing his exit and giving his cum no means of escape.

Tears streamed down his eyes, dampened his handsome face. He started to feel empty, like someone subtly cut off an essential part of his body. But instead of pain, he feels a delight sensation that was just getting higher and higher each time the foreign Thing invaded every aspect of his brain, every inch of his soul. The former hero was like unmolded clay, ready to be sculpted into whatever his sculptor wished. 

Book 2 (Steamy Pleasure)

“Rory… Rory… Rory…” She wept, her tears falling onto the screen in fat drops, “Where are you…? I’m so worried….” Remember her bad and creepy dream, she cried harder. Martha wept even harder as she saw the newest picture. That is the moment before they went into her apartment when Rory proposes to her. She took a small box from the table and opened it. There are two beautiful golden rings inside it. Rory took it off when they had sex on her bed. “Oh, Rory…” she held the ring and bawled. “What’s happened to you? Where have you gone?” Unwittingly, some parts of her past come to her vision.

Jack realized he already drooled over Mateo’s body without blinked for a minute. He quickly turned his face and cursed. Shit, why could I never hold back this lust, this despicable sin? Mateo is my leader, best friend, even brother. I shouldn’t have a feeling for him. The pale guy closed his eyes and rested his mind. It’s been more than 5 years since their life is started getting worse.

Flare yelped and moaned in agonized ecstasy, especially when Frost leaned down, sucked on his sensitive nipple, then blew on it with his icy-cold breath power, hardening the tip into a tender little erect nub. As their hard cocks rubbed and entwined beneath the water, the power of hot and cold coming from their bodies made wave after wave of mist and steam filled the room.

Evil Brain grinned as he watched the two heroes embraced their new life. The silhouette of two masculine bodies having hot copulation can be seen from the torrent of steam and mist.

Victor growled in dismay as his former teammate obeyed Dr. P’s orders and melted the ice away with his fire powers. He hoped they could somehow resist the perverted villain’s control over them, but it looked like Frost and Flare were a lost cause. His limbs were no longer bound, but he remained on his hands and knees as his suit continued to be unresponsive.

The helmet immediately came to life, and the Terminator’s chocolate-skinned, naked body, was immediately encased with black armor, as dark as midnight. The material wasn’t metal exactly. It looked wetter, slightly rubbery, and also quite shiny. It certainly felt like rubber when it made contact with the new villain’s skin. Several tubes as thick as a hose came out from the helmet and another one from his crotch and connected itself to the respirator. He looked like he was on some kind of life support.

About the Author

Do you prefer to see my short or long bio?

The short one? You got it.

I was a bookworm, especially in fiction, fantasy, erotica, and romance. I drown into the enormous pleasure feeling of reading M/M erotica books since a teen. I found reading steamy gay erotica and romance book makes me feel complete, understand deeply what kind of person is I am, what is true my personality, I can be my own true self, and the best thing is I met with so many incredible friends that really support me. Since I live in an environment where LGBTQ+ is still a very taboo topic, it’s a huge relief.

I love reading and have a broad and wild imagination, but I’m not a good writer. Even English is not my first language, lol. A few years ago, I started to write after thinking deeply that I want to make my own wild imagination come true. I really want my vision to come true because It kind of desperate me whenever I read a story with some scenes that I feel “Hey, it could be hotter if like this,” or “Hm, it could be different if there is…”. Well, so here I am. A reckless young ordinary guy in his mid 20’s with no good English and writing skill try to become a writer and publish his own gay erotic books. Funny, isn’t it?

So, how was that?

Not long enough? A little more detail about me? Alright.

I have broad kinks, but the most special one for me since I was a kid is where the video or story includes many muscles, pecs, nipples, abs. Yes, I have a powerful lust for man’s sculpted body. Sparse hair is acceptable, as long as not exaggerated. I also love seeing a guy being raped, submissive and brainwashed. One of my favorite movies is Batman and Robin (1997). Do you know why? It’s simply because I love seeing the handsome muscular Robin being hypnotized by Poison Ivy pheromone.

Hei, so you’re bisexual because you like sexy Poison Ivy? Well, I still don’t know what my exact gender is. But I still love seeing straight sex as long as the guy is hot and sexy, lol.

Oh, I also love superheroes, alien, and tentacle things. I think everyone loves superheroes, right? their muscular body and tight costume always make me aroused. I also love the Alien movie when the man had sex and was raped by the alien. I also admire a lot of tentacles illustrations that raped and seduced a man. So, here I am with my first series, Superheroes Enslavement. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Dark Money Love” by Ace Fawn

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Dark Money Love

Author: Ace Fawn

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Angela Haddon

Release Date: September 1, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Age-gap, work off the debt, yakuza, loan shark

Themes: Money, love and death

Heat Rating:  5 flames

Length: 35 893 words/121 pages

It is a standalone story.

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Blurb

Akira Kazama is a man that gets what he wants. A loan shark king affiliated with the yakuza, he practically runs the money game in Tokyo.

Sora Nakano wants to save his mother’s life. When he has no choice left but to take out a hefty loan for her medical bills, he becomes indebted to Akira.

For Akira, business is always strictly business. And when someone owes him money, he always collects. Except this time, he wants more than just money from Sora.

He wants his body.

They agree on an arrangement for Sora to pay off the debt, and it’s supposed to be a win-win situation for them both. But Sora never wanted to be involved with the dark, hidden side of Akira’s life, and when Sora is threatened, he must turn to Akira for help.

Will Sora save his mother and get out of this alive? Or will he spiral down the path of dark money love?

Excerpt 

Why was Akira looking at him like that? That intense gaze made Sora’s stomach churn. When Akira’s eyes swept over his body, Sora shifted in his seat. Akira was a handsome man, and Sora wasn’t used to this type of attention. The silence was unsettling, suffocating, and Sora was drowning in it.

“I have nothing,” Sora said, his voice broken.

“So…you don’t have any personal belongings worth enough to sell, no job or income. And…based on your file, you live in an internet café, correct?”

Sora nodded, his head down. He felt shame, sharp and searing like razor blades in his veins. What would his mother say if she saw him now? He was an embarrassment.

“Why an internet café?”

Sora shrugged. “Rent is cheap.”

“What did you spend all that money on?” Akira asked.

Sora didn’t speak. He stared down at his shaking hands, his eyes burning with impending tears. He sniffled, cheeks hot and breathing laboured.

“How will you pay off your debt?” Akira asked.

“I don’t know,” Sora whispered. Tears spilled onto his cheeks, but he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“At this rate, your debt will triple by the end of the month. And with no sure way to pay it back, it’ll be far worse than what it already is.”

Sora started to sob. He kept his head down, tears dropping in big globs onto his jeans, staining the fabric a darker shade of blue.

He couldn’t pay back a thing. What good was he, then?

Would Akira have him killed? Sora wondered where the authorities would find his body once they were done with him.

Akira stood from his chair and rounded the desk. His cologne was intense as he stood next to Sora and wiped the tears off his cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Sora stifled a gasp and looked up at Akira, his eyes wide and bloodshot with tears.

“Crying will not change a thing.”

“Then what do I do?” Sora asked, his voice shaking. He felt like chum in the water.

Akira chuckled, his voice low. “You pay me back.”

“But I already told you I can’t pay you back. I have nothing.”

“Yes, you do. You have yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

He saw it then, the smirk twisting up at the corner of Akira’s lips. Sora’s cheeks burned, and his stomach squirmed.

“You know what I mean,” Akira said. He walked back to his chair behind the desk and sat down.

Sora frowned. “You can’t expect me to—”

“I expect you to pay me back one way or another, Sora. And since you have nothing else to give me, you can pay back your incurred debt with your body.”

That squirming sensation in the pit of Sora’s stomach worsened. His head spun. Sora wanted to block out Akira’s words, he wanted to get up and run out of the room, but all he could do was sit there, staring.

“Ten thousand yen will be deducted from your account after each service. That is a sure way to settle your debt.”

This didn’t feel real. Akira couldn’t be serious.

“But I can’t do that!” Sora exclaimed.

Akira’s gaze darkened, his voice firm. “You can, and you will. You owe me, Sora. And I’m going to make sure you pay me back.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Like what, Sora? The bank won’t give you a loan, so you can’t give me their money. The government won’t help you. Many people in your position commit suicide, but that would be such a terrible waste. And if you went to the wrong people asking for money and couldn’t pay them back…well…that’s a sure way to get yourself killed.”

Sora stared at Akira. What choice did he have? There was no way Sora could get out of this. If he didn’t want to end up dead on the street, he’d have to go through with it.

Akira watched him, waiting. “So what will it be?”

It all felt surreal, like it wasn’t even happening in the first place.

Sora sniffled and wiped his eyes. He took in a few breaths, trying to calm down. “When…when will we start?”

“Our business arrangement will take effect tomorrow evening if you agree,” Akira said.

Sora hesitated. “Does that mean you’ll sell my body off to anyone and everyone?”

Akira narrowed his eyes. “I am not a pimp, and besides, I don’t like sharing.”

Sora’s cheeks flushed. He let out a shaky breath. What was he getting himself into?

“You’ll be servicing me only,” Akira said.

Sora couldn’t nod. He couldn’t even swallow the damn spit in his mouth, let alone speak. He was stuck, staring into that rapturing gaze. This was it. No turning back.

About the Author 

Australian author Ace Fawn writes contemporary m/m romance fiction. She is drawn to dark themes and loves reading m/m books as much as she loves writing them.

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