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RELEASE BLITZ: “Playing Dirty” by Beth Bolden.

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Book Title: Playing
Dirty

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Designs

Release Date: January 12,
2023

Genres: Gay contemporary
sports romance

Tropes: Bisexual awakening,
roommates to lovers

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 41 000
words

It’s the prequel novella to my
Miami Piranhas series.

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Blurb

All Wade Lewis wants during rookie preseason camp is to
play great football and to make it to the final fifty-three man roster.

He absolutely does not want Tristan
Nicholson.

His complete and total opposite.

His teammate.

His competition.

And his roommate.

During the day, Tristan unexpectedly proves to be
helpful on and off the field, but at night, when the lights go out, Tristan also becomes the
only man he can’t resist.

First, he’s a friend, then astonishingly, he becomes a
lover.

And then he becomes the last thing Wade ever
expected: everything.

This novella was previously published, and some light
editing has been done, but no new content has been added.

Excerpt

Tristan had nearly found Beau and asked if he could
switch rooms, but the problem with that was that he likedsharing a room with Wade.
He was a good roommate, conscientious and kind, and apart from this inconvenient
attraction stuff, he was becoming a good friend.

And he’d already been around the NFL long enough to
know that friends didn’t exactly grow on trees.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, then, that as
soon as the light went out, after this long-ass day, when both of them should have been
exhausted and immediately falling asleep, Tristan couldn’t help himself and instead of being
safe and smart and careful, like he had been all day, like he’d used all that safety up, he
asked the question himself.

“You ever kiss a guy before, Wade?”

Wade was quiet for such a long time that Tristan
wondered if maybe he had actually fallen asleep.

He found himself holding his breath, barely able to
breathe, his lungs clogging, as he waited for Wade to answer. Listening, way too intently, for
even the minutest change in Wade’s own breathing.

Why did he even need to know?

Why did it matter so much that the answer be
no?

Finally, Wade let out a deep exhale, like he’d been
holding his own breath too. Like he’d made a decision.

“No,” he said. “No, I haven’t.”

Tristan dug his fingertips into his bedding. It was no
less dangerous to kiss Wade in this dark, private room than to do it in the middle of the day,
in the middle of the Piranhas weight room, but it was easier to justify because if they did it
here and now, nobody would ever know.

But you’d know,
Tristan reminded himself. And Wade will know.

It was those two things that kept Tristan in his own
bed, instead of joining Wade in his—and showing him just how great kissing a guy could
be.

“Is . . . is that what that was earlier? You were . . .”
Wade hesitated for so long that Tristan, hanging on every single word, every single syllable
echoing through the darkness, nearly got up and went to his side and demanded to know
what it was he was supposedly doing. Finally, though, Wade finished his sentence. “Testing
me?”

It made no sense. Why would Tristan be testing him?
He already knew Wade was bisexual. Wade had told him himself. Tristan might have tested
Wade if he hadn’t been sure. If he hadn’t been entirely sure how his flirtation would be
received.

But he definitely hadn’t been testing Wade
earlier.

He’d been irresistibly drawn to the man.

It felt unfair to pay Wade’s honesty back with a lie, no
matter how dangerous the truth was.

So Tristan told him the truth.

“I wasn’t testing you. I was . . . if you have to know, I
was . . . I find you attractive, Wade, and I wanted to kiss you. As stupid as that was. I
shouldn’t have been thinking about it. You’re not out, and there were other guys around,
and on top of that . . . it’s a huge, massive distraction that could get us both released. You
know, teams don’t really like their players hooking up.”

Don’t really was
an understatement.

It was technically allowed because it couldn’t be
not allowed but it certainly wasn’t encouraged. All the Piranhas needed was a really
good reason to cut Tristan, and this would be it.

“You wanted to kiss me?” Wade’s voice was full of
wonder.

“I guess you missed the rest of that,” Tristan teased.
“You know, the part where it was—it is—a bad idea.”

“Sorry.” Wade actually sounded apologetic. “I got
stuck on that one bit. I just never thought . . . you and me. You’re so . . .”

It was playing with fire to ask.

Tristan knew it.

He asked anyway.

“I’m so what, Wade?”

“You’re so hot and confident and sure of yourself.
You’re a beacon of hope to so many closeted guys, guys who think that you can’t be gay and
play football. And then there’s me . . . not really ashamed but not open either, and not
experienced . . .”

“None of that matters,” Tristan interrupted him,
because he couldn’t listen to another moment of Wade putting himself down. “I can’t tell
you how much none of that matters.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Wade, you’re fucking gorgeous and you’re sweet,
and you’ve got this smile that lights up . . . well, it lights up everything around you. Including
me, okay?”

Wade was silent for a long time again, like he was
digesting what Tristan had just admitted to.

Like he was weighing the danger of it, the inherent
risk of it, with the reward.

But how could he, Tristan thought, dying over in his
own bed, when he didn’t know what he was really missing? He’d never kissed a guy before.
He didn’t know.

“Why,” Wade said, his voice rough, “are you still over
there, then?”

About the Author

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

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

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Star of the Game” by Amy Aislin.

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Book Title: Star of the
Game (Stick Side #6)

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: December 27,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M sports romance

Tropes: Best friends to lovers, roommates, hockey

Themes: using your voice/platform for good, mental health, friendship,
taking risks

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 94 000 words / 360
pages

It is book 6 in the Stick Side series, but can be read as a standalone. It’s not necessary to
have read the previous books in the series.

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Blurb

Felix only wants two things:
1. To make music.
2. His best friend, Emery.

But he’s not willing to risk two decades of
friendship for something more. Besides, a bout of writer’s block is preventing him from
creating new material, and he’s got deadlines to meet. He doesn’t need any
distractions—and Emery is the biggest distraction of all.

Emery only wants two things:
1. To play hockey.
2. His best friend, Felix.

He’s ready to risk it all for a shot at being together.
While he should be concentrating on playing his best hockey so his team will grant him a
contract extension, there’s no reason he can’t multitask.

With their careers at a crossroads, the timing for
romance couldn’t be worse—but when Felix is forced to move in with Emery, will Emery
finally convince him to take a chance at becoming the stars of their own game?

 

Excerpt

Music was his heart and soul. It would never not be a part
of his life. But he was ready for something different, whatever that “something” looked like.
It was a vague, nameless something that poked at the back of his brain like a child lazily
poking at a drum set.

He had tour dates and venues for this summer to firm up
with his tour manager, and although he loved performing, the thought of touring made him
slump back against the wall.

Twisting open the bottle cap, Felix chugged half his water,
mopping up a drop that spilled onto his chin with the back of his hand. Fuck, he couldn’t
wait to get home, even though Vancouver in January was as dreary as Henryk Gorecki’s
Symphony No. 3. He had a house in LA too, in Playa del Rey, but Vancouver was home. He
wanted to sleep in his own bed, visit with his parents and younger sister, help out at his
mentor’s after-school musical theater program, and spend time with Emery.

His phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. Well,
speak of the devil. Emery Stanton
read his caller ID next to a photo of his
childhood best friend’s face, and Felix’s heart skipped a beat, an automatic smile pulling his
lips upward despite his exhaustion. Felix remembered snapping that picture. “Smile,” he’d
said one day when they—along with their other best friend, Kris—had been strolling along
Vancouver’s Seawall a couple of summers ago, and instead Emery had made a kissy
face.

“I was going for pouty and sexy,” Emery had explained, but
the result was that he looked like he’d eaten a lemon.

Felix swiped to answer the video call. “Hey, Em.”

“Oh, hey.” Dark eyes flared in what Felix wanted to believe
was pleasure but was probably surprise. “I thought you were still doing the show. I was going
to leave you a message.”

See? Surprise.

“We just wrapped up,” Felix said. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Felix waited out a whole ten seconds of silence where they
did nothing but stare at each other. Emery scratched his bristly jaw. Felix sipped more water.
Amusement tickling the back of his throat, he finally said, “What was your message going to
be about, then?”

“Oh, nothing. I was going to ramble on about the latest
movie I saw with the guys just so you didn’t forget the sound of my voice.”

The guys
being his friends on his NHL team.

Felix rolled his eyes. “I haven’t been gone that long.”

“It’s been two weeks, Fe. You disappeared right after New
Year’s. I miss your face.”

Felix did not let that go to his head—or his heart.
This was just Emery being Emery. “You were in Winnipeg playing a New Year’s game, and
then in New York, then Colorado. If I’d have been home, we wouldn’t have seen each other
anyway.”

Emery scowled. “That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“The point is that it’s the middle of January and I haven’t
even said ‘Happy New Year’ to you in person yet.”

“Oh, the horror.”

“Sarcasm is unbecoming,” Emery quipped, quite
primly.

 

About the Author

Amy’s lived with her head in
the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages
means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade
when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates
eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She
writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the
planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.

An unapologetic introvert,
Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with
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RELEASE BLITZ: “Winning the Season” by Beth Bolden. $20.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Winning the
Season (Miami
Piranhas Book 4)

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Designs

Release Date: December 1,
2022

Genres: Gay contemporary sports romance

Tropes: Second chance romance, bisexual awakening

Length: 100 000
words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is book #4 in the series, but
could be read by itself.

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Asa might be the head
coach, but he’s a man first.

Blurb

Coach Asa Dawson has fallen wildly in love only twice in his
life.

First with football.


Then with Scott Callaway.

But Scott isn’t just the one who got
away.

He’s the one person—the one man—Asa hoped
might finally show him how all-consuming passion could be.

Instead, fate (and football) intervened and they
never got the chance to explore their attraction. Their friendship ended in ruins, Scott left,
and Asa’s been torn between hating him and loving him for the last seven
years.

Asa doesn’t think he’ll ever see him again, but
when his bad habits catch up to him and he doesn’t have a choice but to accept help, he’s
horrified—and exhilarated—to learn Scott’s been hired to assist him.

With the final stretch of the Piranhas season falling
during the holidays, maybe what Asa and Scott have needed this whole time was a little
Christmas magic to remind them the most important job isn’t to win the season—but to
finally win each other’s hearts.

Excerpt

Scott’s hands were still
trembling.

It was like being plugged back into a socket, after so
long without electricity, being in Asa’s presence again.

Since he’d gotten the call from Beau, he hadn’t really
let himself consider what it would mean. What it would feel like.

He’d only allowed himself the worry.

Asa was sick; he was struggling and in the goddamn
hospital. Beau had reassured him, more than once, that he’d be fine, that the doctors
weren’t particularly worried, they only wanted him to change his lifestyle.

Sleep more. Eat better. Work less.

That, Beau had said, was where he came in. He didn’t
know anyone else who’d be able to convince Asa to relax the reins.

Scott had agreed, because after how things had gone
seven years ago, how could he not? How could he not be there for Asa when he needed him,
more than anyone else?

But he didn’t tell Beau that he wouldn’t be able to
convince him of jack shit now.

Asa was, understandably, still pissed.

Scott couldn’t even blame him.

He was still pissed at himself.

He’d known the moment he landed in Washington
that it was all wrong, that he’d made a mistake, that instead of trying to be so fucking noble,
he should have just taken Asa’s hand and kissed him and learned how to be
happy.

No matter what that meant.

But he’d committed to leading Washington’s program,
and he’d done that, for six years.

Then a year ago, they’d let him go, and he’d gone
home, not to Tennessee, because Asa was still there, and the whole damn state didn’t feel
big enough for the two of them, but back home to Alabama, to the small town he’d lived in
before he’d gone to college.

“You alright?” Beau asked as they lingered at the
front of the conference room, the rest of the coaching staff taking their seats, grumbling all
the way.

It was deep into the season, it was the Monday after
a game, and they were all tired.

Scott remembered exactly how it had felt, on those
Mondays, even though he’d only ever coached in college, never in the NFL.

“Yeah, fine,” Scott said automatically.

He was not fine.

Not even remotely.

He’d thought . . . well, he didn’t know what he’d
thought, exactly. But he hadn’t imagined that he and Asa would meet again like this. He’d
imagined running into him—sorta, kinda, on purpose—on the Tennessee campus. He’d
imagined making things right.

The part of the imagining he’d purposefully forgotten
was that Asa was going to be justifiably pissed at him.

About the Author

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

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

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Book Title: Playing by
the Rules (Miami Piranhas Book
3)

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
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Release Date: October 7,
2022

Genres: Gay contemporary sports romance

Tropes: Forbidden romance, friends to lovers

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 103 000
words

It is #3 in the
series.

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Blurb

Ex-quarterback Davis Abernathy knows he’s on his last
chance.

If he strikes out as Paxton Kelly’s coach, nobody
else is going to call him. Not to get back on the field, and not to stand on the
sidelines.

He’s got a lot to teach Pax, and as a second-year
quarterback, Pax has a lot to learn. But Davis doesn’t anticipate the irresistible way they’ll be
drawn together from their first meeting. He never could have predicted such a fierce and
uncontrollable yearning—or that Pax would feel the same.

It should be easy to remember rules aren’t meant
to be broken, and certain lines aren’t meant to be crossed, but the only thing that’s easy is
falling totally, completely in love with Pax.

As Davis falls harder, Pax succeeding becomes just
as important—and maybe more so—than resurrecting his own career. If he messes this up,
his last chance isn’t all he’ll be sacrificing.

What he should be is focused on being the perfect
mentor. But what he wants is Pax in his bed, Pax in his life, and more impossibly, to win Pax’s
heart forever.

Excerpt

Davis gave Pax credit, watching him after the game,
because he put on a good face. The kind of face that a leader would wear when one of his
players had an extraordinary game, and Dylan undeniably had. He’d tied the record for the
most field goals made in a single game.

Davis thought he might be the only one who saw the
frustration lingering in Pax’s face. The only one who looked close enough to see
it.

After he finished with the press conference, Davis
went to find him.

And found him, just as he’d expected, back to the wall
in a tiny empty hallway a few doors down from the media room.

This was always where he went to decompress after a
game, and after the media had finished tearing him apart.

Davis knew it wasn’t goddamn easy, and he didn’t
begrudge Pax the quiet time he needed. Whatever was required to rebuild the confidence,
to shore up the walls that everyone constantly kept trying to tear down.

When he appeared in the mouth of the hallway, Pax
glanced up. “I just need another minute,” he said.

“It’s cool,” Davis said. He took the spot right next to
Pax, leaning against the wall, too. Didn’t say anything else. Just watched.

It wasn’t really allowed to watch him this
way.

But he did it anyway.

Pax’s head was tipped back, eyes closed, as the stress
of the day slowly slipped off his face. He had a good week’s worth of scruff, golden brown
and glinting even in the darkened light of the hallway. He’d unbuttoned his suit jacket, and
Davis could see the shadow of his torso under the white shirt he wore underneath
it.

Davis’ fingers flexed. He wanted so bad to reach out
and touch, even though he knew he couldn’t.

But for one minute, for sixty seconds, he let himself
really want it; for once, didn’t try to bury the desire, just felt it. It didn’t make this any
easier, but there was something freeing about letting himself have this. Even if it was only
for a brief moment.

He was on second sixty-seven when finally, Pax
spoke.

“My hips weren’t loose,” he said ruefully.

“What? I’m shocked,” Davis teased.

“No, you’re not.” Pax sighed. “What are we gonna do
about it?”

“How do you know there’s something we’re going to
do about it?”

Pax shot him a look. Hot, singeing him around the
edges. The desire flared, but this time, Davis stuffed it right back down, right back into its
box, straining at the corners and joints. But it held. Barely.

They’d won the game today. They were four and two,
and they’d won their last four games. Pax had come so far. The last thing Davis needed to do
was lose himself.

“Okay, fine, yeah, I’m gonna do something about it.
But you’re not going to like it.”

“Oh, I didn’t think I was going to like it.” Pax’s
voice was very dry. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but Davis knew that if he did, he’d see
amusement in them.

And trust. So much trust.

Was it any wonder he couldn’t betray
that?

“If it’s any consolation, I’m not sure I’ll like it either.”
He already knew he wouldn’t. But it would make Paxton a better football player, and that
was the only thing that mattered. Not all of his sleepless nights, not all of his pointless
yearning, not any of the feelings that he kept trying to push away.

About the Author

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

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

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Book Title: Soft Hands
(The Sin Bin: West Coast,
Book 2)

Author: E.M.
Lindsey

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow,
Photographer: CJC Photography, Model: Eric G.

Release Date: September 23,
2022

Genre: Contemporary Sports/Hockey Romance

Tropes: MMM, best friends to lovers

Themes: Aromantic acceptance, polyamory

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 68 000
words

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

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There are a few things Nolan Ouellet has come to accept
about himself.

One: that his future with the NHL was irrevocably

destroyed thanks to his reckless actions as a teenager destroying his knee.

Two: that he will never fall in love because the very
idea of it sends his skin crawling.

Three: he will bed as many NHL players as humanly
possible before he retires his game.

And four: he will never apologize for who he is and
what he wants.

Then two men come barreling into his life and turn
everything he knows upside down.

He still won’t play for the NHL, and he still won’t
change who he is because he’s fought too long and too hard to accept his identity. But
suddenly his future is starting to look a little different than he originally
planned.

And that scares the absolute hell out of
him.

When he met Marko Rudenko and Luka
Wagner—two veterans of the Denver Huskies—they were supposed to be a game, just like
everyone else. But now all he can think about is how to keep them around without
compromising the person he’s become and ruining the love Marko and Luka have for each
other.

 

Excerpt

“Is there going to be a fight?” Nolan asked.

The guy scoffed, glancing at him. “Worse. Hockey
players.”

Nolan’s heart rammed against his chest. Not that it could
possibly be Marko or Luka, but he hadn’t seen or spoken to either of them since the
awkward incident at the rink. He hadn’t even been letting himself think about it.

He swallowed thickly. “They come in here a lot?”

“Every once in a while,” the guy said, then lowered his
voice. “Mostly because it’s the furthest thing from a sports bar so no one’s going to notice if
they take someone home.”

Nolan heard that for the warning it was: keep your mouth
shut. The guy might not love having professional athletes in his bar, but he also knew it was
good for business.

He forced himself not to look, bowing over his drink. “Tell
me when it’s safe to escape, and close out my tab.”

“Actually, put his drink on ours.”

Nolan’s entire body froze.

Fuck. Fucking shit fuck shit.

He would have recognized Luka’s voice even if he was
concussed and under water. His throat went tight, but he tried to offer something like a
smile, though given how wide Luka’s eyes were behind his glasses, he realized he was
probably grimacing.

His heart sank even lower when another body slid up
against Luka’s and stared him down. “You don’t answer call or text. We think maybe you
died.”

Yeah, okay. He did kind of deserve that. He’d just left Marko
hanging like an asshole, and the guy didn’t deserve it. But he also didn’t deserve Nolan’s
mess when it was obvious Marko and Luka were both capable of a love that straight up
repulsed Nolan down to his core.

“You know these guys?” the bartender asked. He crossed
his arms over his chest in a protective way, and Nolan felt a pulse of affection for the total
stranger.

“No. We don’t know him. He’s total weirdo who stalk us,”
Marko said.

Luka elbowed him hard. “Stop being an asshole. Yes, we
know him.”

Nolan sighed and gave a nod. “Old friends. In fact, put
their drinks on my tab. Get them each one of these,” he said, tapping his
glass.

Both Marko and Luka started to protest, but the bartender
ignored them both with a shrug and walked off to fill the order.

“Why you being child?” Marko demanded.

“Pretty sure a child couldn’t afford a twenty-six-dollar glass
of bourbon for his two friends,” Nolan fired back.

Luka’s brows shot up, and he shoved his glasses higher up
on the bridge of his nose. “Why the fuck are you drinking that?”

“Because it tastes amazing,” he said. And because I can afford it now thanks to a slew of online
strangers who pay me to shove dildos up my ass. But he wasn’t going to say that part aloud as tempting as it was. “You don’t want
it?”

As if summoned, the bartender arrived with three new
glasses, and Nolan took his, watching the other two out of his periphery. Marko showed no
hesitation when snatching up his, but Luka was a little more hesitant.

“It’s not poisoned,” Nolan grumbled.

Marko sighed, then hip-checked Luka out of his way and sat
on the wooden stool. It groaned under his impossibly thick layers of muscle, and Nolan tried
not to stare at the way his arms flexed as he laid one on the bar top and used the other to
lift his glass to his mouth.

“Okay, we talk about weird moment, or we just get drunk
and pretend it never happen?”

Nolan didn’t think the fucker was just going to come out
with it like that. Guilt slammed into him as he looked over at Luka and wondered if this was
some sort of confrontation because Nolan had flirted with them both and gotten a little too
close to Marko recently. He swallowed down another delightfully spiced mouthful of
liquor.

“Should I get drunk for this conversation?”

“Looks like you’re already halfway there,” Luka pointed out.
He wedged himself between Marko and Nolan, leaning his elbow on Marko’s shoulder in a
gesture that telegraphed they were together.

As they should be, Nolan thought bitterly, but he wasn’t
feeling particularly generous considering how badly he wanted them both. “Yeah, well. I
came here to drink my feelings.”

“Mm. You should try feelings burritos,” Marko said. “Is
much better. No hangover.”

“Nah, just burrito farts,” Luka said, then laughed when
Marko rolled his eyes. “Please, you know it’s true. There’s a reason we don’t sleep together
when you and Ravi have burrito night.”

Nolan felt his ears go red, and he had to look away. He
didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him because, for an aromantic asshole, he loved
watching the people he cared about living their best lives. So why did it force bile up his
throat to think about losing these two to each other?

They wanted things that made his skin crawl.

He jolted slightly when warm fingers touched his wrist, and
he took a breath before he returned his attention to the two men. “I’m still firmly team
bourbon.”

“Are you still team Luka and Marko?” Luka asked so quietly
Nolan mostly had to read his lips over the music.

He swallowed heavily. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you stop talking to me,” Marko said, his booming
voice rising over the music. “We have moment, then you just leave. And then”—he sucked in
air through his teeth—“nothing.”

 

 

About the Author

E.M. Lindsey is a non-binary
writer who lives in the southeast United States, close to the water where their heart
lies.

 

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Book Title: Playing the Player (Miami Piranhas, Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Designs

Release Date: August 3,
2022

Genres: Gay contemporary
sports romance

Tropes: Fake boyfriend,
bisexual awakening, friends to lovers

Themes: Found family,
trusting yourself, trusting others, finding confidence

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 91 000
words

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Blurb

Center Logan Banks didn’t come to Miami looking for a best
friend.

He came for football and for a chance at
freedom—the freedom to live out of the closet.

But after a water main break, he lands an
unexpected roommate, the new Piranhas kicker, Dylan Leonard. Between practices, games,
and too many late nights on the couch, a best friend is exactly what he gets.

When Logan’s past rears its ugly head and
threatens to destroy the freedom he’s hoped for, Dylan becomes more than just a friend. He
becomes a lifeline.

But then their friendship gets incorrectly labeled as
something more, and Dylan shocks Logan by suggesting they play along with a fake
relationship.

Logan knows it’s off limits to fall in love with Dylan.
He’s supposed to be straight, he’s his best friend, his roommate, and his teammate. But the
closer they grow, and the more he and Dylan fake falling in love, the more real it
feels.

The more real Logan wants it to be.

Making a play for love is the biggest risk he’s ever
taken, but he wants it all and he wants it with Dylan.

Excerpt

Dylan’s jaw dropped. “You’ve never seen Star
Wars?”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Well, first, we’re gonna remedy that ASAP,” Dylan
said with relish. “I can’t believe I get to pop your cherry.”

Logan froze, his hand still on the controller. “Uh,” he said.
“Hate to break it to you but that’s been done . . .”

But I could pop yours, that voice that didn’t want
to cooperate, inserted slyly. And now Logan was fucking thinking about it. A dark head,
between his heads, tongue flicking out uncertainly. A hand pressed to the middle of his
chest, as Dylan squirmed on his dick.

Stop. Do not cross Go.

“Your Star Wars cherry, silly,” Dylan said, laughing,
punching him lightly in the arm.

“Is that a thing?” If it was, then Logan wanted it to be Dylan
who did it. Logan wanted him to do all kinds of things.

It was a problem, even though he kept trying to pretend it
wasn’t.

“Sure, it can be,” Dylan said, one of those quicksilver grins
lighting up his whole face.

“So why this game?” Logan asked, trying to pluck the game
from Dylan’s fingers, but he was too quick, and pulled it away. “’Cause it’s easy?”

“Well, it’s simpler, sure, but it also requires less hand-eye
coordination,” Dylan said, and Logan shot him a glare. But Dylan only laughed. “We’re being
honest here, dude. Set you on a football field, and you’d destroy most everyone, but with a
video game controller in your hands?”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Logan said with a resigned sigh. He grabbed
for the game again, and Dylan wasn’t quite fast enough this time, and when Logan got ahold
of it, he didn’t let go.

Yanked both it and Dylan over the side of the
couch, and Logan froze as the other guy landed basically in his lap.

He 100% did not mean to freeze. It wasn’t in his nature to
freeze.

After all, they had a touchy-feely friendship. Logan had never
shied away from touching Dylan and vice versa. It worked for them.

But now he was in his lap.

And he wasn’t moving.

Logan could count every shade of green in Dylan’s eyes as they
stared at each other. His hand hovered right over Dylan’s back. He wanted to push him in,
pull him close, but no matter how touchy-feely they were, they weren’t in the
habit of embracing. Not like this.

Not with Dylan straddling him, not only wearing a pair of
athletic shorts each.

Then Dylan reached out, pressing a palm against Logan’s chest.
Right where his rose tattoo sat, right over his heart. Not pushing him away. Not using him to
get up. Just resting it there.

Like he couldn’t help it, he just wanted to touch.

You’re wrong. He doesn’t want to. Not like that. Not like
you want him to.

Logan opened his mouth to make a joke, but his brain was
empty, and nothing came out.

Dylan leaned forward a fraction. Licked his lips.

There was something soft and hazy and affectionate in his
gaze. Something curious.

And then he spoke. “Guess,” he said, voice low, “that your
reflexes really do suck, Banks.”

About the Author

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

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

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Book Title: Playing for
Keeps

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
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Release Date: May 11,
2022

Genres: Gay contemporary
sports romance

Tropes: Forbidden love, age
gap, player/coach’s son

Themes: Overcoming fear,
positive change, growing trust

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 85 000
words

It’s the first book in a new
series

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Sebastian Howard is the best damn cornerback in the
NFL.

Or at least he was.

Age and injuries have taken a toll, and while most people
have written him off, Sebastian isn’t ready to acknowledge that at only thirty-two, he’s
already in the twilight of his career.

He signs with the Miami Piranhas intending to prove
everyone wrong.

Only to realize that the head coach’s son, out-and-proud
Beau Dawson, doesn’t believe he can.

Beau is infuriating but brilliant, and when he offers to help
him on the field, Sebastian wants to say yes, but there’s one thing stopping him: the
unexpected, inconvenient, and all-consuming crush he doesn’t want to have on
Beau.

But Beau isn’t interested in playing it safe, with football or
with anything else, and soon they’re embroiled in a hot—and secret—affair that would finish
Sebastian’s career if Coach Dawson found out.

As Sebastian falls harder for Beau, he begins to realize that
actually the worst thing in the world isn’t getting benched, but losing the man he
loves.

Excerpt

The bartender set a new round of drinks in front of them.

“I shouldn’t,” Beau said.

“Why not?”

Because if I have another drink, I’m going to think it’s a
really, really good idea to have sex with you, and it’s not.

Sebastian broke into laughter then, and Beau realized,
humiliation flushing his cheeks, that he’d said that out loud.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have another one,”
Sebastian said, still chuckling as he swirled the straw in his own drink. But then he shot him a
speculative glance, and Beau realized he wasn’t the only one thinking about it.

Sebastian had been checking him out all night.

Sebastian had almost kissed him twice, even when
he was pissed as hell at him.

“Is that why you thought I manipulated you?” Beau asked
before he could stop himself.

You’re the worst. The absolute fucking worst. You’re
supposed to be flirting with the super-hot guy you haven’t been able to stop thinking about
since he showed at camp, and instead, you’re bringing up that he hates you. A+ work, Beau.
Really brilliant. You must be a genius.

At least, Beau thought as Sebastian continued to stare and
swirl his drink, he hadn’t said any of that out loud.

Thank God for small miracles.

“Naw,” Sebastian finally said, another glimmer of a smile
emerging on his handsome face. “You tried your level best not to flirt with me.
It’s not your fault you trying to be all brilliant and professional about it made me hot.”

“No?” Beau squeaked.

Sebastian leaned in, and Beau could smell him again. Lavender
and something darker and richer, and he wanted to lick up the neck that the open collar of
his white button-down shirt had exposed and taste it, too. Wanted to trace the tattoo
peeking out of his collar with his tongue.

Maybe he really shouldn’t have another drink.

Except . . . he could sleep with Sebastian. That
wasn’t off-limits. But if they made it a habit, it would inevitably spill into the locker room,
and then onto the field, and that was the one hard and fast rule his father had given
him.

And he was going to want it to be a habit. They hadn’t even
kissed, and Beau already knew it, as easy as breathing.

No, he should really keep his hands in his lap, and his drink un-
drunk, but then Sebastian’s eyes practically sparkled with the dare of it and he leaned in
another fraction of an inch.

“Don’t you want to know how hot it made me?” Sebastian
crooned in that dirty, sexy voice of his, all low and enticing, and Beau lost the fight with
himself.

He reached out and laid his hand on Sebastian’s thigh. His
hard, muscular thigh, hot beneath the light wool of his slacks. He’d already removed his
jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing those rippling forearms that had taken
up residence in too many of Beau’s fantasies already.

He swallowed hard. But didn’t move his hand either.

“I think you do,” Sebastian said lowly.

About the Author

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

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

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Book Title: Us Against the World

Author: Shayne
Prescott

Publisher: Self-Published –
Spartakittah Press

Cover Artist:
GetCovers.com

Release Date: February 1,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, sports, college

Themes: Bullying

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 65 000
words

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

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Betrayed by the only
family he’s ever known, Owen must decide: for love or team?

Blurb

Betrayed by the only family he’s ever known, Owen must
decide: for love or team?


For Roseden University frosh Theo Carter, the
journey to his true self has been long and publicized. It seems most everyone on campus
saw the TV series in which he was transitioning, and some feel very strongly he doesn’t
belong at the prestigious all-male school. Struggling with classes and bullying, junior Owen
Lewis swoops in like his own personal savior. But as the heat rises between the two, so too
does the torment from some of the school’s lacrosse team.
As a product of the foster care system, Owen
knows all about not being wanted. That’s why his lacrosse teammates are so important to
him — they’ve become the closest thing he’s found to a real family. Being bounced around
constantly between different homes with just a plastic bag of his possessions taught Owen
there was no such thing as love. But if that’s true, why does Theo feel like a home he’s never
known? Owen is convinced that nothing will stop him from protecting Theo — but what if
the choice is between his found family and his first love?
When all seems lost, both have choices to make.
Will they choose each other?
Us Against the World is a 65 000-word HEA set
at the fictional Roseden University, in Roseden, Pennsylvania. It is the first in the series of
Roseden U books, and contains some derogatory language (LGBTQIA+)

Excerpt

“Hi! Do you need
help finding your books?” My books, my brain, my capacity to speak…

“Y-yes.” My
tongue tangled like when I was a kid, when I’d had a mouth full of Gobstoppers and couldn’t
manage any words. I bet I looked really intelligent.

Owen grinned at
me, either oblivious or nonplussed by my brainless moments. “Do you have your class
schedule? I’ll need that to find your books.”

“Sure do,” I
confirmed. I handed him my class list and he looked it over, nodding quietly to himself
before suddenly grinning even wider at me.

“You’re in my
Spanish class. But I don’t remember seeing you in the fall semester?”

“I took the fall

semester online, back home in New Hampshire.” Before he could ask why — I could see the
curiosity on his chiseled face — I explained. “I had surgery early in the year; it made more
sense to be home, rather than recovering here.” Smooth, Theo, so smooth. Why don’t you
tell him about the time you tripped and skinned both knees while you’re at it?

Owen nodded. “I
totally get that. So since you’ve got Spanish covered, it’ll just be the other four
classes?”

“Yeah. Take all my
money,” I groused, and he laughed, which made my stomach do a little flip-flop. I fought the
urge to groan. I needed to get over myself. I didn’t know this guy, and despite him looking
damn good, I shouldn’t have been swooning.

Owen went off to
search the stacks for the books, while I decided to pick up some more highlighters. I’d
brought some from home, but given the current state of my Spanish book, it would take me
no time at all before those were dried up and in need of replacements. Finding a five-pack
of assorted colors, I made a happy little noise and snatched them up, coming back to the
book section just as Owen approached with a thick stack of books.

“Oh God. How am
I going to get all of those back to my dorm?” Yes, Theo, complain to the handsome man
about your own ineptitude.

Owen peeked
around the books to peer down at me. “You didn’t bring a backpack?” I shook my head
morosely. “Two options. You can either buy a Roseden one, or if you’ve got one back in your
room, I can set the books aside while you go grab it.”

“Can you really
set them aside?” Owen nodded. “Okay, thanks! I’ll get back here as fast as I can.”

“Don’t rush,”
Owen assured me with a dazzling smile. “It’s been slow. More professors are going for
online textbooks instead of the physical ones.”

I hazarded a
glance at my stack. “Not mine, it seems.” Owen winked at me and my stomach fluttered
again. I started towards the door, then remembered the highlighters in my hand. Turning, I
placed them beside my texts. “I’ll pay for those, too, when I come back.” Owen gave me a
friendly wave, and then I was off, back to Tucker Hall.

About the Author

Shayne Prescott has been
putting together books since his medium was scraps of paper and pencil nubs. A children’s
book was considered for publication while in middle school, and his short stories were often
a favorite of his beloved English teacher, Mrs. Mazzacarro. Still, he writes.

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