NEW RELEASE: “The Score” by Beth Bolden

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: The
Score

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: The Book
Brander Boutique

Release Date: October 25,
2023

Genre: Contemporary MM sports romance

Tropes: bad boy reformed, forced proximity, fake boyfriend, roommates
to friends to lovers

Themes: found family, trust issues, mental health, love versus
lust

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 100 000
words

It is book number three in a
spinoff series.

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Blurb

Carter Maxwell knows he’s a screwup. Four teams in three
seasons tells the story, as much as he wishes it didn’t.

But finally, he’s landed in a good place, where he
likes the team and the team actually likes him. Even the Condors’ current rebuilding mode
suits him. There’s a new owner. New coach. New players. New rules.


But one rule hasn’t changed: don’t seduce your agent-appointed c*ckblocker.

Ian Parker agrees to live with Carter and keep him
on the straight and narrow for one simple reason: Alec, the agent in charge of cleaning up
Carter’s reputation, has promised him something Ian wants very, very badly.


Even more badly than Carter naked above him and
below him and next to him.


A chance for Ian to become an agent.

But Ian didn’t take into account just how persuasive
Carter is—or just how desperately he desires to be persuaded. Or how, while spending time
with Carter, they’ll somehow stumble into a fake relationship that begins to feel all too
real.


It doesn’t matter that Carter’s never fallen in love
or that he’s never been in a
real relationship. It doesn’t matter that
Ian’s risking his future as an agent.


He’s determined to score the impossible and
reform the bad boy—only after encouraging Carter to misbehave one last time. But this
time, only with him.

Excerpt

“Wait a sec,” Ian said, standing too, but reaching out
and casually catching Carter’s arm. “I know this is going to be awkward, me being around all
the time. I just wanted to acknowledge that, first off.”

“Is it?” Carter really hadn’t thought much about it;
honestly, he’d been too busy trying to figure out how to get around rule number
one.

“Well, yeah, in my experience it is. Most people who
run into us together are going to want an explanation. Your friends. The players here. The
coaches. The staff. Anyone you meet.”

“And what? I shouldn’t tell them why you’re really
around?”

“I’m…” Ian hesitated again. “I know what my previous
clients and I would do. We’d discuss ahead of time what role I’d be playing. Often, since I was
in LA, they were well known, so it was easy to pass me off as a personal assistant or a friend.
But here—”

“Nobody’s gonna have a personal assistant around
them all the time,” Carter said. “Especially not me.”

Ian looked surprised again.

“What,” Carter retorted, “I’m not an idiot,
okay.”

The frost in Ian’s expression melted a little more.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you were.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” Carter said wryly. “Why
can’t we just tell people what you really are?”

“You’d be okay with that?”

Carter realized with a jolt that the person who was
really worried about this wasn’t him, the way Ian was concerned about, but Ian
himself.

Wasn’t that interesting?

“It’s hardly like people don’t know my reputation,”
Carter said.

“Oh. Alright. Well, that’s your choice.”

“We can just say you’re my
what…companion?”

“If that’s the word you want to use,” Ian
said.

But as they walked out of the conference room,
Carter couldn’t shake the feeling that Ian was the one who was preoccupied with not
only what to call himself, but maybe even what kind of position he’d be occupying in Carter’s
life.

As they walked down the hall, and Carter pushed the
down elevator button, to take it to the lower level and the team cafeteria, Ian turned to him
and said, “Well, you getting shut down by half the team is pretty good news for rule number
one.”

Carter rolled his eyes. “Not when I could go to the
Pirate’s Booty or any other bar or restaurant or coffee shop in the city and find someone to
pick up in point five seconds.”

“Modest, much?”

“Listen, you wanted honesty, that’s the honest truth
right there.” Carter had sex because it was easy, yes, and it also helped stem the tide
of his temper. Maybe if sex had been harder for him to come by, he’d have found something
else to use.

But sex was easy, for him, so sex it
was.

Or at least it had been sex.

Carter mournfully poured one out for all the great sex
he wasn’t going to be having in the next few months.

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 has published
over forty novels and novellas.

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NEW RELEASE: “Treading Water” by Alex Winters.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Treading Water

Author: Alex
Winters

Cover Artist: Reece
Notley

Release Date: October 03,
2023

Genres: Contemporary M/M Sports Romance, Gay Romance, Gay
Fiction

Tropes: Hollywood A-Lister Versus Small Town Stud, Actor Versus Athlete,
Coming Out, Forced Proximity

Themes: (Almost) first time gay, summer love, Hollywood scandal, coach
falling for his student, student falling for his coach, deserted summer camp

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 310
pages

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

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What happens when love
is sink or swim?

Blurb

Actor Tucker Crawford is having the worst summer ever.
Thanks to a viral video of him trying to swim, he’s the laughingstock of Hollywood and his
role in a hit TV series is in jeopardy. The only bright spot is Tucker’s sexy new swim coach,
Reed Oliver, but even that has its problems—because Tucker is deep in the closet and has
never been with a guy.

Reed Oliver is having the best summer ever. He’s just scored
a high-paying freelance gig teaching a Hollywood actor how to swim. The two of them have
the run of a deserted summer camp, complete with an Olympic-size swimming pool. But
when cocky playboy Reed meets shy, virgin Tucker, sparks fly and Reed’s walk-in-the-park
coaching job becomes a minefield of temptation. Once they kiss for the first time, there’s no
way to overcome their mutual passion and no looking back. But after two weeks of secluded
intimacy, can they keep their romance alive in the real world?

Excerpt

Tuck made a tongue-clucking sound and then sipped the last of
his beer. “My strategy at this point is just get through the day without another scandal, you
know?”

Reed gave him a stern, fatherly glance. “You’ve got to let that
go, Tuck. You can’t let it control your life.”

“Easy for you to say, Reed.”

“I know it, but that’s what we’re here for, right?”

Tucker sat up, and little ripples fluttered across his concave
belly. Reed inched up as well and reached to open the cooler top so one of them could slip
their hand inside. Tuck obviously had the same idea, and their fingers glanced across one
another’s as they reached for the lid.

“Sorry!” they blurted at the same time, descending into
mirthful little beer-buzzed giggles until Reed noticed they were still lingering in each other’s
grip.

“I’ll grab the beer.” Reed reluctantly pulled his hand away.

“Okay, but it’s gotta be my last.”

Reed glanced at the two or three bottles left inside the
shimmering ice. “Oh yeah?”

“Big day tomorrow, right?”

Reed sighed. For some reason, the last thing he wanted to do
with Tucker at the moment was work. Coach. Admonish. Correct. Teach. “I mean, it’s not like
we have to set our alarms, though, right?”

Tucker gave him a wry grin. “This how you are with your
swimmers back home?”

“Hell no,” he barked, very much the same way he might at
them. Then he softened. “But this is different.”

They were still sitting up. The sun caressed Tucker’s smooth,
unlined face like an unseen hand, and they were mere inches away from each other
now—so close Reed could smell the chlorine in Tucker’s hair and feel the heat coming off his
half-naked body in tempting, shimmering waves that Reed felt deep inside his clenched gut.
“Oh yeah? How so?”

Their eyes met in the afternoon sun. Reed’s answer was
revealing in more ways than one. “I’m miles away from home, kid.”

About the Author

Alex Winters is the
pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing
more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic
passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys
long walks with his wife, scary movies and smooth jazz. Visit him at
www.awintersromance.com to see what
stories are brewing up next!

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COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Treading Water

Author: Alex
Winters

Cover Artist: Reece
Notley

Release Date: October 03,
2023

Genres: Contemporary M/M Sports Romance, Gay Romance, Gay
Fiction

Tropes: Hollywood A-Lister Versus Small Town Stud, Actor Versus Athlete,
Coming Out, Forced Proximity

Themes: (Almost) first time gay, summer love, Hollywood scandal, coach
falling for his student, student falling for his coach, deserted summer camp

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 310
pages

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

Goodreads

Pre-Order Buy Links

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| Dreamspinner Press

What happens when love
is sink or swim?

Blurb

Actor Tucker Crawford is having the worst summer ever.
Thanks to a viral video of him trying to swim, he’s the laughingstock of Hollywood and his
role in a hit TV series is in jeopardy. The only bright spot is Tucker’s sexy new swim coach,
Reed Oliver, but even that has its problems—because Tucker is deep in the closet and has
never been with a guy.

Reed Oliver is having the best summer ever. He’s just scored
a high-paying freelance gig teaching a Hollywood actor how to swim. The two of them have
the run of a deserted summer camp, complete with an Olympic-size swimming pool. But
when cocky playboy Reed meets shy, virgin Tucker, sparks fly and Reed’s walk-in-the-park
coaching job becomes a minefield of temptation. Once they kiss for the first time, there’s no
way to overcome their mutual passion and no looking back. But after two weeks of secluded
intimacy, can they keep their romance alive in the real world?

Excerpt

“Are you awake?”

Tucker’s voice was hoarse in the dark, barely above a
whisper to match the surreal nature of the moment. All the same, Reed responded in kind,
his voice as husky and hoarse as the deep, dark night that surrounded the rustic cabin, filling
it with quiet mystery and the by-now-familiar thrum of humid temptation. “Of
course.”

Tucker snorted, just shy of a chuckle and mixed with a quiet
gurgle of relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if Reed had answered with a snort
or a snore and then rolled over and gone back to sleep. He’d been waiting for over an hour
to make his move, so he shifted over on his mattress and lifted himself up on one elbow to
peer over the bottom bunk to the floor directly by his bed.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, trying his best to be
alluring. “What are you doing down there, anyway?”

“You were so drunk last night.” Reed glanced up from the
fuzzy striped comforter splayed out beneath him, “I didn’t want you to roll out of bed and
bust your head open.”

Tucker struggled to retain his composure at Reed’s half-
naked form, sprawled out on the floor literally at his feet. Moonlight caressed his quietly
grinning face in a most flattering way. “What were you gonna do, catch me in your
sleep?”

“If I had to, yeah.”

He slid his hands beneath his chin and gazed down at Reed
the way teenage girls stared at the posters of rock stars and screen idols from old black-and-
white movies on their walls. “Besides, I wasn’t that drunk.”

Reed made a face. “Okay, bud.”

Tucker was hungry. And thirsty. And hard as a rail beneath
his boxer briefs, pressed thick and tight against the mattress beneath him. “Well, I’m not
now.”

Reed lay flat on his back, looking up, as if he’d been waiting
for Tucker to open his eyes and look down at him. He lifted his hands and gave a little golf
clap, the soft sound vaguely startling in the middle of the night. Outside the screen door,
only a stray cricket chirped in the deep stillness of the forest. “Congrats. I guess I can get into
an actual bed now?”

Reed made no move to leave, and Tucker was glad. He was
enjoying the view—every smooth, savory, moonlit inch of it. Before Reed could stand, to
make good on his promise, Tucker slid one hand away from beneath his chin and pressed it
flat against Reed’s chest. It was warm and hard and lean and softly humid in the cabin’s
almost stifling heat. It was also beating like a jackrabbit. The feel—the pulse—of Reed’s
pounding, frantic heart was vaguely encouraging.

“Let’s not be too hasty, now.”

Reed’s playful smile froze into something less than amused,
if not quite startled. He didn’t say anything, not right away, but it was clear he wanted
Tucker to move his hand. So he did. Moved it just a smidge lower down Reed’s chest and
drifted it lazily toward his suddenly stiff nipples.

“Tucker, stop.” Reed’s voice was a groan, his words a lie.
Every fiber of his being, every slick sheen of sweat and rat-a-tat of his pounding heart, every
thrum of vibration throughout his taut, pale skin said, “Go,” not “Stop.”

About the Author

Alex Winters is the
pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing
more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic
passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys
long walks with his wife, scary movies and smooth jazz. Visit him at
www.awintersromance.com to see what
stories are brewing up next!

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Star” by Beth Bolden.

RECENT RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: The Star
(Charleston Condors Book
1)

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: The Book
Brander Boutique

Release Date: June 7,
2023

Genre: Contemporary MM sports romance

Tropes: Best friend’s little brother, bisexual awakening, roommates-to-
lovers

Themes: Unconditional support, brotherly/familial love, team-as-found-
family

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 107 000
words

It is the first book in a new
series, which is a spinoff of the Miami Piranhas, but reading those is not necessary before
starting this series.

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Blurb

Tight end Landry Banks knows the score when he signs with
the Charleston Condors in a rebuilding year.


New owner. New coach. New players. New
rules.


But one rule hasn’t changed: Don’t hook up with your best friend’s little brother.

Rookie quarterback Riley Flynn knows what it takes to make
it in the NFL. He’s in Charleston to prove himself—to the world and to his teammates, but
mostly to his older brother, who’s never believed he could be a star.

The last thing he expects is for his brother’s best friend
Landry to welcome him with open arms and an offer to become roommates.

Riley’s always believed Landry was straight—but the way
Landry keeps checking him out leaves him suddenly unsure. And Landry’s hot looks certainly
don’t help squash the crush he’s always had on his brother’s best friend.

Revisiting his teenage crush isn’t part of the plan. But as he
and Landry fall into a rhythm of thrilling plays on the field and sizzling tension off it, there’s
no denying their connection.


Riley isn’t willing to trade becoming the next big
NFL superstar for love. But with a man like Landry Banks waiting to catch anything he throws
at him, maybe he can have both.

 

Excerpt

“How many years do you and Aidan have between
you?” Landry answered Riley’s question by asking one of his own.

Riley leaned against the counter, clearly at home with
a knife in his hand. Even a big shiny chef’s knife. If Landry tried to use that, he’d probably
accidentally cut off a finger. At the very least, an emergency room trip would’ve been in his
future. But not Riley. And more than anything else, that confirmed what Riley had just
claimed.

They didn’t know each other very well, despite
the fact Aidan had been his best friend forever.

“Almost eight years,” Riley said. “So yeah, when I
wasn’t the annoying little brother anymore, you guys were gone and busy with your own
lives. I get it.” He shot Landry a look. Were his eyes full of heat, or was that just Landry’s
currently overactive imagination? “I guess we’re gonna be making up for lost time
now.”

Landry swallowed hard. “Guess we are.”

“Don’t sound like I’m gonna march you down to the
cliff and push you right off,” Riley said, laughing. “I promise it won’t hurt too much to get to
know me.”

Oh, it wouldn’t hurt at all.

What was going to hurt the most was keeping his
hands off.

“Is that what all the boys say to you?” Landry teased
before he could reel the words back.

Riley fluttered his eyelashes. God, he was temptation
incarnate. “The girls, too. I don’t discriminate, baby.”

“Right.” Landry wanted to say, me too, as
long as the guys look like you
, but he didn’t because what if this wasn’t what this was?
What if he was wrong?

Then there was the fact he knew enough about
coming out that it wasn’t necessarily right to do it just because he enjoyed flirting so much
with Riley—and wanted him to keep doing it.

“Though,” Riley said, shooting him another look from
underneath those killer lashes, “I do tend to prefer the boys, so you’re not entirely
wrong.”

Landry swallowed hard. “Is that…is that a thing? Can
that be a thing? A preference even if you’re bisexual?”

“Of course it can. Sexuality is a pretty fluid thing when
it comes down to it. Surely I don’t have to tell you that.” Riley had gone back to chopping
lettuce, like their conversation wasn’t sending shockwaves through Landry.

He means: surely, your brothers explained that to
you. Not that you personally are…well…
fluid.

But maybe he was. More than he’d ever imagined he
was.

“Logan and Levi are less on the fluid side of
things,” Landry explained.

“Ah yes, your brothers. The ones who would’ve
apparently found me irresistible.” Riley grinned.

They wouldn’t be the only ones.

Landry flushed. The way Riley was looking at him with
those gorgeous eyes, like he could see right through him, down to the place where he was
questioning everything, and unlike Landry, it was like he knew exactly what all this
meant.

Even if he couldn’t possibly.

“Don’t tell me that isn’t normal for you,” Landry said,
trying to equal Riley’s casual approach to the subject of just how fucking hot he
was.

But Riley just shrugged. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t
love it if, every once in a while, people saw you as more than a pair of pecs and a head of
blond hair? I kinda liked it better when I was that scrawny kid nobody paid attention
to.”

Even if Landry ignored how he looked, giving his looks
the barest attention in the mirror every morning, he knew people still watched him.
Approached him. Felt like they deserved a piece of him.

“Yeah, I get that,” Landry said quietly.

Now, suddenly, it was hard to see Riley as just
his abs and his biceps and those dreamy eyes.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Playing Dirty” by Beth Bolden.

RELEASE BLITZ

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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Unlimited

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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.

RELEASE BLITZ

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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The previous book in this series, Two-Man Team (Stick Side
5),

is on sale for $0.99 on all platforms from December 20-
January 3

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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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Author and Publisher: Beth
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Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
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Release Date: December 1,
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Genres: Gay contemporary sports romance

Tropes: Second chance romance, bisexual awakening

Length: 100 000
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Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is book #4 in the series, but
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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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Author and Publisher: Beth
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Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
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Release Date: October 7,
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Genres: Gay contemporary sports romance

Tropes: Forbidden romance, friends to lovers

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 103 000
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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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