NEW RELEASE: “An Unrivaled Off Season” by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James.

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: An Unrivaled
Off-Season (Hockey Ever After, #3.5)

Author: Ashlyn Kane &
Morgan James

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: L.C.
Chase

Release Date: April 2,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, M/M sports
romance

Tropes: Rivals to lovers, established relationship

Themes: Meeting the family, starting a life together,

Heat Rating: 3.5
flames

Length: 27 808 words/ 96
pages

It is not a standalone story. It
follows directly after
Unrivaled (Book
3
– same couple) and won’t make much sense
without it.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Sometimes the best win
comes in the off-season.

 

Blurb

Any other year, hockey player Grady Armstrong would be
licking his wounds after a disappointing playoffs exit. Somehow, this year, he’s in the stands
as his rival-turned-boyfriend Max Lockhart competes for the Stanley Cup… and there’s
nowhere he’d rather be. Well, except maybe lifting the Cup himself. So along with preparing
his body for next season, Grady prepares to ask Max to stay in his life
permanently.


Max figures it can’t be easy for Grady to watch Max
cash in on his dreams, but if he’s struggling, he hides it well—which is great, because they
don’t get much time together during the season, and it would suck if Grady spent the
summer sulking.


But while Grady may still be a competitive bastard,
he doesn’t sulk. He nurses Max through hangovers. He comes home with him for the
summer. He loses fishing bets. He earns so many boyfriend points Max should really level
him up. The question is, how?

 

 

Excerpt

The day after the parade, Grady and Max took Max’s
parents to the train station. “Thank you so much for the hospitality,” Max’s mom gushed as
she hugged Grady goodbye. “You’ve been a wonderful host.”

Grady, who didn’t know how to talk to parents because his
had died before he became an adult, looked embarrassed. “It’s Max’s house too.”

This was an abject lie; Max’s name was nowhere near the
paperwork. He just lived there.

But Max’s parents didn’t know that—at least Max didn’t
think they did. Max’s dad just said, “I hope you’ll come out and visit us all this summer. It
would be good to see you.”

They shook hands and Grady said, “I’ll be there.”

Max almost fell over. How many boyfriend points was that?
Was Grady doing some kind of speed run?

“I’m flying, though,” Grady continued, gesturing at the train
platform.

Max’s mom laughed and hugged him again. “I don’t blame
you. We’ll see you in a few weeks, boys.”

When she wrapped Max up in her arms, she squeezed so
tightly Max’s eyeballs almost popped. “I’m so happy for you, sweetheart. You deserve
this.”

Max was less than 50 percent sure she was talking about
hockey, but he squeezed back. “Love you, Mom. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You’re darn right.”

Then they got on the train, and Max and Grady got back in
the car to go home.

“I’m supposed to do altitude training with Jess in Colorado
this summer.” Grady flicked on the blinker to merge onto the highway. “Ten days in early
August. You want to come?”

Max swallowed. Grady took sibling time with Jess very
seriously, since they were each other’s only family. “I won’t be crashing?”

Grady glanced at him sideways, then returned his attention
to the road and changed lanes. “I’m inviting you, so no.”

“Okay.” Max felt warm all the way through. He would’ve
needed to do some altitude training anyway, but it meant something to have an official
invite. “Thanks.”

“I mean….” Grady paused and hit the brakes as LA traffic LA
trafficked. “That’s assuming you’re not sick of me by then, I guess. Or were you planning on
having me stay with your parents?”

What? Max tilted his head and stared at him. “Why would
you stay with my parents?”

Grady’s ears had gone pink. “’Cause you still haven’t
officially invited me to your Cup party. Or, you know, your house in New Brunswick.”

Oh.

“Okay, well, now that I’m not drunk, hungover, or jinxing it,
hey, Grady, do you want to come spend the summer with me in New Brunswick?”

The car jolted a little as Grady braked hard to avoid an
accident. When he’d navigated around it, he said, “The whole summer?”

“I mean, other than going to Colorado and maybe if you
want to take a vacation somewhere.” Preferably with Max, but would that be too much? “I
mean, we don’t see a lot of each other during the season, so—”

“Yes.”

So many boyfriend points. “Are you sure? I’m related to,
like, half of New Brunswick. It’s going to be a lot.”

“I can handle it,” Grady said.

Max heard, You’re worth it.

They were
worth it.

Truthfully, it would be a lot for Max too. His family would
give him endless shit over falling in love with a rival player—and Grady, who had a
reputation as kind of a stick in the mud, would provide plenty of opportunities for his aunts
and uncles and cousins to mock him. But Max had never minded that, and he didn’t think
Grady would either.

At Christmas last year, Grady’d held his own with Max’s
siblings and niblings, and Max’s heart had grown three sizes because he got to give Grady a
full family holiday experience. And that was before they were technically even together. It
was Max’s pleasure to provide Grady with family-level chirping—and to be chirped about
him—forever.

Well. Now he knew what happened if someone got too
many boyfriend points.

Max cleared his throat. “Okay, then. I’ll book us
tickets.”

 

About the Authors

Ashlyn Kane likes to think she
can do it all, but her follow-through often proves her undoing. Her house is as full of half-
finished projects as her writing folder. With the help of her ADHD meds, she gets by.


An early reader and talker, Ashlyn has always had a
flair for language and storytelling. As an eight-year-old, she attended her first writers’
workshop. As a teenager, she won an amateur poetry competition. As an adult, she received
a starred review in
Publishers
Weekly
for her novel Fake Dating the Prince. There were quite a few years in the middle there, but who’s counting?

Her hobbies include DIY home decor, container
gardening (no pulling weeds), music, and spending time with her enormous chocolate
lapdog. She is the fortunate wife of a wonderful man, the daughter of two sets of great
parents, and the proud older sister/sister-in-law of the world’s biggest nerds.

Morgan James is a clueless
(older) millennial who’s still trying to figure out what they’ll be when they grow up and
enjoying the journey to get there. Now, with a couple of degrees, a few stints in Europe, and
more than one false start to a career, they eagerly wait to see what’s next. James started
writing fiction before they could spell and wrote their first (unpublished) novel in middle
school. They haven’t stopped writing since. Geek, artist, archer, and fanatic, Morgan tends to
pass their free hours with in imaginary worlds and people on pages and screens—it’s an
addiction. As is their love of coffee and tea. They live in Canada with their massive collection
of unread books, where they are the personal servant of too many four-legged
creatures.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “Crushed Ice” by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Crushed
Ice

Author: Ashlyn Kane &
Morgan James

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: L.C.
Chase

Release Date: February 6,
2023

Genre: Contemporary MM Sports Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers,
teammates to lovers, rookie/veteran, age gap, workaholic/slacker

Themes: Coming of age,
learning to accept and ask for help, self-acceptance, independence, pressure on professional
athletes, injury, romantic comedy

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 99 844 words/ 302
pages

This is a part of the
Hockey Ever After series, but all the books in the series can be read as standalones.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Defensemen can score
too.

 

Blurb

When Liam Belanger gets a professional tryout with the
Miami Caimans, he’s hoping to land a roster spot that’ll keep him from bussing tables. If he
can make the team and score a tryout in bed with Russ Lyons, the veteran defenseman
who’s appointed himself Liam’s mentor, that would be the icing on the sweet hockey
cake.

Living life by a strict set of rules has worked out well for
Russ. He has a great career, great friends, and a great family, even if they do keep setting him
up with hometown honey traps. But he can’t stop time, and now, despite all his planning,
he’s looking at his last year with the Caimans before the uncertainty of free agency. Maybe
that’s why he finds sunny, free-spirited Liam so attractive.

He’s still not going to sleep with his rookie.

Probably.

Liam starts the season in the minors, but it’s not long
before he gets a shot at the Big Show. His year is shaping up to be a dream come true—even
before Russ picks up on Liam’s passes and proves defensemen can score too.

 

Excerpt

The last time they ran through the set play, Yeti dumped
Liam on his ass. Baller and Jonesy hooted with laughter as Liam’s gloves and stick went yard-
saling over the ice.

Typical way to welcome a new defenseman. Russ snowed to
a stop next to his temporary partner. “How you doing down there?”

Liam muttered a handful of French-Canadian expletives. He
reached up with a bare hand and Russ hauled him to a sitting position. “I feel like I got hit by
a truck.”

“Yeti’ll do that to you. You good?”

Liam shook his head. “I’m good.” He got to his feet. “Jesus.
How much does he weigh?”

“Significantly more when he’s moving that fast.” Russ
clapped Liam’s shoulder as they skated off to let the next groups practice. They were done
for now, so he had time to give Liam a little more feedback. “That’s something you’ll have to
get used to.”

“What?” Liam pulled himself up on the half boards.

“Checking.” When Liam looked at him, Russ elaborated,
“You flinch.”

Liam’s mouth dropped open. “I do not!”

“Twenty bucks says the video review shows otherwise.”
Russ had seen it before with guys who came up through the college system, which focused
on speed over hits, since they wanted their players to keep their brains unscrambled long
enough to graduate. “It’s fine. You’re not the first. You’re going to have to work on it,
though.”

“Not a lot of guys in college are Yeti-sized.” Liam’s mouth
twisted into a wry smile, but he seemed genuinely upset, like the root of the problem
bothered him.

Russ snorted. “Not a lot of guys in the NHL are either. Or
outside of it.” Yeti was six foot nine and built like a linebacker. “Are you trying to bulk up for
the season?”

“Was that a hint?” Liam grabbed his water bottle from the
bench and waggled it. The joker was still there, but Russ was pretty sure he meant the
question. “Think I should fill one of these with Ensure or something?”

God.
“That’s one way to make sure no one ever steals your drink.”

“Seriously, though.” Liam put the bottle down. There was a
smudge of blue at the corner of his mouth. “Do you think I’m too skinny?”

Russ must’ve given him a look that broadcast his thoughts,
because Liam rolled his eyes and amended, still more than half serious, “For
hockey. I’m not asking you to compliment my figure. I know I’m hot.”

“I think you’re a kid.” At that age Russ could’ve eaten his
body weight in M&M’s and barely gained a pound. “Putting on weight at your age when
you burn calories like we do isn’t easy. But you could work with the trainers on some
exercises that’ll help you stay upright when someone his size hits you. Or when you hit
them.”

Liam made a sad noise. “I always used to think those videos
were funny. You know, tiny forward tries to check an absolute monster like Mikhail
Kipriyanov, then ends up on his ass.”

“You’re going to be one of those videos,” Russ assured him.
Maybe he shouldn’t inflate the kid’s hopes, but if he did his time in the AHL, he’d make it. It
wouldn’t take long.

Liam straightened his shoulders like that was a great
compliment. “I’m going to be one of those videos.” He shook his head and more of his usual
humor returned. “I’m not even tiny. Just tiny compared to him.” He looked sideways at Russ
and his voice dropped and took on a suggestive tone. “And you. You’re big. What do you
eat?”

Russ glanced over and found Liam watching him with
trouble written all over his face.

Surely he couldn’t be serious. He didn’t even know Russ
was gay.

Which meant he was being a little shit. Russ shouldn’t
encourage him, but he couldn’t let him get away with thinking he had the last word either.
“Anything within range.”

This kid’s sass was going to cost him so much money if he
officially joined the team. He hopped off the boards again and leaned close enough to put
himself directly into Russ’s space. “Sounds like you have a pretty healthy appetite.”

Good grief. Russ had to laugh, because there was no
way Liam was trying to pick him up with a game that bad. “Do these lines really work for
you?”

Undaunted, Liam grinned and cocked his hip so his ass
stuck out. “Don’t usually need ’em.”

Between Liam’s body, the slight dimple in his cheek, and
the unruly curls, Russ could see why, but he wasn’t going to pump his tires. “Well, kid,
welcome to the Big Show. Get used to putting in another level of effort.”

Then he skated off to the next drill before Liam could
decide he should start putting in that effort now.

 

 

About the Authors

Ashlyn Kane likes to think she
can do it all, but her follow-through often proves her undoing. Her house is as full of half-
finished projects as her writing folder. With the help of her ADHD meds, she gets by.


An early reader and talker, Ashlyn has always had a
flair for language and storytelling. As an eight-year-old, she attended her first writers’
workshop. As a teenager, she won an amateur poetry competition. As an adult, she received
a starred review in
Publishers
Weekly
for her novel Fake Dating the Prince. There were quite a few years in the middle there, but who’s counting?

Her hobbies include DIY home decor, container
gardening (no pulling weeds), music, and spending time with her enormous chocolate
lapdog. She is the fortunate wife of a wonderful man, the daughter of two sets of great
parents, and the proud older sister/sister-in-law of the world’s biggest nerds.

Morgan James is a clueless
(older) millennial who’s still trying to figure out what they’ll be when they grow up and
enjoying the journey to get there. Now, with a couple of degrees, a few stints in Europe, and
more than one false start to a career, they eagerly wait to see what’s next. James started
writing fiction before they could spell and wrote their first (unpublished) novel in middle
school. They haven’t stopped writing since. Geek, artist, archer, and fanatic, Morgan tends to
pass their free hours with in imaginary worlds and people on pages and screens—it’s an
addiction. As is their love of coffee and tea. They live in Canada with their massive collection
of unread books, where they are the personal servant of too many four-legged
creatures.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “Game On” by Amy Aislin

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Game
On

Author and Publisher: Amy
Aislin

Cover Artist: LC
Chase

Release Date: January 30,
2024

Genre: Contemporary M/M hockey romance

Tropes: Roommates, forced proximity, hockey, slow burn

Themes: taking risks, trusting yourself

Length: 69 000 words / 275
pages

Heat Rating: 3 flames

It’s book three in the
Vancouver Orcas trilogy, but can be read on its own.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

When he broke off his engagement to his team captain’s

brother the day before their wedding, Jamie Jamieson swore he’d never get involved with
anyone associated with a teammate again. Getting traded to the Orcas is a chance at a fresh
start, but one glance at his new housemate, and Jamie knows he’s in way over his head.


Dorian is his new coach’s cousin. And his team’s
social media coordinator. And his housemate.


It’s the trifecta of bad ideas.

Dorian Shore doesn’t do hockey. He’s lived by that rule for
years, ever since a season playing as a kid left him with emotional scars. But his new
housemate—a big, buff, beautiful athlete who gets under his skin—makes him seriously
consider doing a hockey
player.

It’s not a good idea.

They live together.

They work together.

When the sparks between them ignite, will it be game on or
game over?

 

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Excerpt

It was Jamie’s own bad luck that Dorian looked like a
walking, talking version of his every wet dream. He was tall—more or less Jamie’s own
height of six two—and slender but toned, with a pointed chin and a small nose. His skin was
winter pale, several shades lighter than Jamie’s more naturally tan tones, and it contrasted
sharply with the two days’ worth of stubble on his jaw and upper lip and the rich brown hair
that looked thick enough for Jamie to grab onto.

Gulp.

“Where’s the rest of your stuff?” Dorian peered around
him. “Still in the car?”

“Nah, this is it,” Jamie said, forcing his mind back on track.
“I’ll head back to Charlotte at the end of the season for the rest of it and have it shipped to a
storage unit so I don’t clutter up your home.” Assuming Jamie hadn’t found a place to live by
then.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got the space. We can store
your stuff in the basement.”

“I thought you were putting Jamieson in the basement,”
Coach piped in, arms crossed over his chest. With his height, thick beard, and broad
shoulders, it made him look imposing as fuck.

“There’s no bed down there,” Dorian said.

“You could’ve gotten one.”

“Uh, I’d really rather have a bedroom than a basement,”
Jamie interjected, picturing a lone bed among exposed pipes, insulation, and spiders. The
stuff a kid’s nightmares were made of.

“Oh, it’s finished,” Dorian said, waving a hand. “There are
three bedrooms down there, as well as a full kitchen and a separate entrance.”

Three bedrooms? In the basement?

“Exactly,” Coach said. “Had you put a bed in one of the
rooms, Jamieson would’ve had his own apartment.”

Dorian crossed his arms over his chest, matching Coach’s
posture, and glared, his eyes going all fiery. “Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? You’re the
one who said you didn’t want him in a sterile apartment. Trust me, my basement is very
fucking sterile.”

Jamie had just come from a team where he’d been treated
like a pariah after his breakup with the team captain’s brother, and now he had two men
arguing over what would make him most comfortable.

He didn’t quite swallow a laugh. His aborted chuckle drew
the gaze of both men.

Rolling his eyes, Dorian huffed a breath. “You’re right. We’re
being stupid.”

Now Jamie laughed outright. “I didn’t say
anything.”

“Your face said it all.”

Well. That was probably true.

 

 

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
readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to
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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: “Treading Water” by Alex Winters.

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.

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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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Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

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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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Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

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Amazon US
| Amazon UK

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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