Historical MM Romance

NEW RELEASE: “Finding Harbour” by Duncan Gaye

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Finding Harbor

Author: Duncan Gaye

Release Date: November 10, 2025

Tense/POV: Third person/ past tense

Genres: MM Historical Romance, LGBTQ Fiction

Tropes: Friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, small town romance, forced proximity, shared bed

Themes: Love against the odds, found family

Heat Rating:  2 flames

Length: 291 pages

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

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Blurb Part of The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye Patrick Callahan comes to Cape Breton expecting easy money from a quick and lucrative timber deal. Instead, he only finds humiliation. Swindled out of his inheritance and stranded in a windswept fishing village, he is left with nothing but a single suitcase and a future that has collapsed overnight. At seven and a half feet tall, Angus MacAskill is a gentle giant with his own past. In St. Ann’s, he is known for his silent kindness as much as he is for his stoic nature. He offers Patrick a bookkeeping job in his mercantile, and a place by the fire. What begins as a simple arrangement blossoms into a profound connection neither man could have ever imagined. Set within the wild beauty of nineteenth-century Nova Scotia, Finding Harbor is a queer historical romance about survival, finding home, and a love that takes root slowly but with unshakable strength. Perfect for fans of Annie Proulx (Brokeback Mountain), Cat Sebastian (A Gentleman Never Keeps Score) and KJ Charles (An Unseen Attraction). Excerpt  Patrick watched, fascinated by the sight. Submerged, Angus looked even more amazing. His chest rose like an island from the water, with rivulets flowing through the valleys of his muscles. His hands, spread wide to aid his floating, could have easily spanned Patrick’s entire ribcage. Every proportion spoke of power held in careful check, strength tempered by conscious gentleness. As Angus had predicted, the water’s temperature became pleasant after the initial shock. Patrick swam to the pool’s center. His strokes were strong and careful. They reflected his childhood summers in Boston Harbor. He circled Angus once, then twice, like a small craft orbiting a ship. “Show off,” Angus said, righting himself in the water. He moved with surprising speed for his size, catching Patrick around the waist before he could dart away. Patrick found himself lifted effortlessly, Angus’s hands secure around his midsection. “What are you—” he began, but his question transformed into a yelp of surprise as Angus tossed him several feet through the air. He hit the water with a splash, sank briefly, then surfaced, sputtering but laughing. “Again?” Angus asked, his eyes bright with mischief. “You’re a menace,” Patrick said accusingly, but he swam back to Angus, nonetheless, allowing himself to be captured once more. This time, Angus hoisted him into the air with deliberate care, ensuring Patrick was prepared before launching him skyward. At the pinnacle of his leap, Patrick savored a delightful instant of weightlessness—just a taste of flying. Then, in a beautiful arc, he dove cleanly back into the water. As he emerged, he noticed Angus watching him with bright-eyed admiration. “Graceful,” the giant commented. “Like a kingfisher.” What began as play evolved into a pattern: Angus would throw, Patrick would fly, then dive, then return for more. Each toss sent him higher, Angus’s strength precisely controlled to provide thrills without danger. Patrick laughed freely, just like he did as a child. He forgot about being self-conscious. The joy of movement, water, and trust flooded him. Breathless and excited, Patrick swam to Angus and climbed onto his broad shoulders. He wrapped his arms loosely around the giant’s neck. “Onward,” he commanded imperiously, pointing toward the small waterfall. Angus obliged. He swam with powerful strokes that barely seemed affected by Patrick’s added weight. They traversed the pool together, Patrick riding high above the water’s surface, feeling the play of muscles beneath him as Angus moved. In the tender embrace, skin met skin; Patrick’s chest molded to Angus’s back. This connection stirred a quieter pleasure, profound and comforting. At the waterfall, Angus stood tall, water cascading down his body. Patrick, perched confidently on his shoulder, felt like he was soaring among the towering trees. The shift in perspective was exhilarating. “You see things differently from up here,” Angus said in a low voice, one hand reaching up to steady Patrick. “Is this how you always see the world?” Patrick asked, marveling at the altered perspective. “More or less,” Angus confirmed. “Higher than most, lower than trees.” He helped Patrick slide down from his shoulders. His hands guided Patrick through the water. Soon, they faced each other, bodies close but not touching. Droplets clung to Angus’s eyelashes and beard, catching sunlight like tiny prisms. His hands remained at Patrick’s waist, neither restraining nor demanding, simply connecting. Patrick placed his palms against Angus’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath water-cooled skin. Angus’s eyes held his, patient and waiting. He inched closer, their lips poised for connection. When the kiss came, it tasted like fresh water and sunlight; unhurried and adventurous. Unlike their first kiss by the fireside, heavy with longing, this one held a different charm. It was not about urgency, but the playful bliss of certainty. Angus’s arms cradled him gently, as water lapped at their shoulders. Wrapped in each other’s embrace, they felt whole for a moment, completely secluded in their secret haven.

About the Author 

Duncan Gaye lives in River Forest, Illinois. He believes magic can be found anywhere, even the suburbs. He writes the kind of love stories that sneak up on you—queer, tender, and just a little strange. His books are full of burly big-hearted men, tall tales, impossible odds, and the kind of endings that leave you wanting more.

When not writing, he likes to read, travel and relax with his adorable senior dogs, Spotty and French Fry.

The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye is a thematic anthology series of stand-alone LGBTQ+ novellas and novels that tell love stories shaped by the extraordinary. Blending elements of speculative fiction, magical realism, tall tales, and literary drama, these are stories where intimacy and identity meet epic strength and emotional vulnerability.

From the mythical to the mundane, each book explores larger-than-life characters—strongmen, bodyguards, super soldiers, and other giants. For fans of emotional intensity, queer desire, and stories that stretch the boundaries of realism, this series offers a new kind of legend.

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NEW RELEASE: “Finding Harbor” by Duncan Gaye

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Finding Harbor

Author: Duncan Gaye

Release Date: November 10, 2025

Tense/POV: Third person/ past tense

Genres: MM Historical Romance, LGBTQ Fiction

Tropes: Friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, small town romance, forced proximity, shared bed 

Themes: Love against the odds, found family

Heat Rating:  2 flames

Length: 291 pages

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

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Blurb

Part of The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye

Patrick Callahan comes to Cape Breton expecting easy money from a quick and lucrative timber deal. Instead, he only finds humiliation. Swindled out of his inheritance and stranded in a windswept fishing village, he is left with nothing but a single suitcase and a future that has collapsed overnight. At seven and a half feet tall, Angus MacAskill is a gentle giant with his own past. In St. Ann’s, he is known for his silent kindness as much as he is for his stoic nature. He offers Patrick a bookkeeping job in his mercantile, and a place by the fire. What begins as a simple arrangement blossoms into a profound connection neither man could have ever imagined. 

Set within the wild beauty of nineteenth-century Nova Scotia, Finding Harbor is a queer historical romance about survival, finding home, and a love that takes root slowly but with unshakable strength. Perfect for fans of Annie Proulx (Brokeback Mountain), Cat Sebastian (A Gentleman Never Keeps Score) and KJ Charles (An Unseen Attraction).

Excerpt 

Patrick watched, fascinated by the sight. Submerged, Angus looked even more amazing. His chest rose like an island from the water, with rivulets flowing through the valleys of his muscles. His hands, spread wide to aid his floating, could have easily spanned Patrick’s entire ribcage. Every proportion spoke of power held in careful check, strength tempered by conscious gentleness.

As Angus had predicted, the water’s temperature became pleasant after the initial shock. Patrick swam to the pool’s center. His strokes were strong and careful. They reflected his childhood summers in Boston Harbor. He circled Angus once, then twice, like a small craft orbiting a ship.

“Show off,” Angus said, righting himself in the water. He moved with surprising speed for his size, catching Patrick around the waist before he could dart away.

Patrick found himself lifted effortlessly, Angus’s hands secure around his midsection. “What are you—” he began, but his question transformed into a yelp of surprise as Angus tossed him several feet through the air. He hit the water with a splash, sank briefly, then surfaced, sputtering but laughing.

“Again?” Angus asked, his eyes bright with mischief.

“You’re a menace,” Patrick said accusingly, but he swam back to Angus, nonetheless, allowing himself to be captured once more.

This time, Angus hoisted him into the air with deliberate care, ensuring Patrick was prepared before launching him skyward. At the pinnacle of his leap, Patrick savored a delightful instant of weightlessness—just a taste of flying. Then, in a beautiful arc, he dove cleanly back into the water. As he emerged, he noticed Angus watching him with bright-eyed admiration.

“Graceful,” the giant commented. “Like a kingfisher.”

What began as play evolved into a pattern: Angus would throw, Patrick would fly, then dive, then return for more. Each toss sent him higher, Angus’s strength precisely controlled to provide thrills without danger. Patrick laughed freely, just like he did as a child. He forgot about being self-conscious. The joy of movement, water, and trust flooded him.

Breathless and excited, Patrick swam to Angus and climbed onto his broad shoulders. He wrapped his arms loosely around the giant’s neck. “Onward,” he commanded imperiously, pointing toward the small waterfall.

Angus obliged. He swam with powerful strokes that barely seemed affected by Patrick’s added weight. They traversed the pool together, Patrick riding high above the water’s surface, feeling the play of muscles beneath him as Angus moved. In the tender embrace, skin met skin; Patrick’s chest molded to Angus’s back. This connection stirred a quieter pleasure, profound and comforting.

At the waterfall, Angus stood tall, water cascading down his body. Patrick, perched confidently on his shoulder, felt like he was soaring among the towering trees. The shift in perspective was exhilarating.

“You see things differently from up here,” Angus said in a low voice, one hand reaching up to steady Patrick.

“Is this how you always see the world?” Patrick asked, marveling at the altered perspective.

“More or less,” Angus confirmed. “Higher than most, lower than trees.”

He helped Patrick slide down from his shoulders. His hands guided Patrick through the water. Soon, they faced each other, bodies close but not touching. Droplets clung to Angus’s eyelashes and beard, catching sunlight like tiny prisms. His hands remained at Patrick’s waist, neither restraining nor demanding, simply connecting.

Patrick placed his palms against Angus’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath water-cooled skin. Angus’s eyes held his, patient and waiting. He inched closer, their lips poised for connection. When the kiss came, it tasted like fresh water and sunlight; unhurried and adventurous. Unlike their first kiss by the fireside, heavy with longing, this one held a different charm. It was not about urgency, but the playful bliss of certainty. Angus’s arms cradled him gently, as water lapped at their shoulders. Wrapped in each other’s embrace, they felt whole for a moment, completely secluded in their secret haven.

About the Author 

Duncan Gaye lives in River Forest, Illinois. He believes magic can be found anywhere, even the suburbs. He writes the kind of love stories that sneak up on you—queer, tender, and just a little strange. His books are full of burly big-hearted men, tall tales, impossible odds, and the kind of endings that leave you wanting more.

When not writing, he likes to read, travel and relax with his adorable senior dogs, Spotty and French Fry.

The Long Shadow Series by Duncan Gaye is a thematic anthology series of stand-alone LGBTQ+ novellas and novels that tell love stories shaped by the extraordinary. Blending elements of speculative fiction, magical realism, tall tales, and literary drama, these are stories where intimacy and identity meet epic strength and emotional vulnerability.

From the mythical to the mundane, each book explores larger-than-life characters—strongmen, bodyguards, super soldiers, and other giants. For fans of emotional intensity, queer desire, and stories that stretch the boundaries of realism, this series offers a new kind of legend.

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BOOK BLAST: “The Man in Black” by L. R. Liverpool

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: The Man in Black

Author: L.R. Liverpool

Publisher: Black Cab Productions / Texas Poetrope

Cover Artist: Gabriel Sanche

Release Date: November 22, 2022

Tense/POV: First person, past tense, single POV

Genres: MM Historical Romance/Thriller

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, forbidden love, dangerous environment, solving mysteries

Themes: Old West, outlaws, mysterious pursuer, hurt/comfort, murders, emotional traumas, scary dreams

Heat Rating:  4 flames

Length:  897 pages in Kindle format

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

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Who will be safe when a dream figure becomes real?

Blurb

Naive dreamer Fenimore James goes west to become a famous outlaw, but his fantasies of glamorous robberies quickly evaporate when he joins the Red Evans gang, finding himself caught in a strange and bloody game, where gang members are suddenly being murdered one-by-one at the hand of a mysterious pursuer, who leaves cryptic signs scarifying their bodies. As his nights become plagued by a bizarre dream figure––the Man In Black, he also begins to question his sexuality, falling for a fellow male gang member, whom he feared just recently. 

Excerpt 

Sometime later I had a strange dream, which I still remember in great detail, as if I only saw it yesterday: I’m sitting in a hut by a frost-covered window and watching a stagecoach arrive in the yard. It seems to me that my new friends are also somewhere in the house, but this is more of a feeling, because I don’t really see them anywhere. I get up and walk outside. The door does not open into the house, but outward––so I force it hard with all my weight, because there is one hell of a snowdrift on the porch. After a couple of violent shoves, it finally swings open. Everything is white all around––continuous snowy expanses and a snow-covered forest are in front, blackened with tree trunks. And some sort of mountains. I look at the stagecoach and notice that it is also all black, and the horses are black too. Even before I have time to call out to the intruders, the coachman climbs down off the beam and walks in my direction. A tall––very tall––man in a tattered black coat with fluttering hemlines and a worn black hat. He stops a yard away from me and says he’s looking for Red Evans. I answer that Red is in the house and inquire who’s asking for him. “He knows,” the man replies in a low, hollow voice, as if speaking from underwater. I keep trying to see his face, but I can’t. The twilight is still light, and the whiteness of the snow illuminates everything all around. But the man’s face is still not visible in the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat and high collar. I feel goosebumps rise, and I want to run for the hills––from this figure in black––without stopping. But I nod, go into the house to search for Red and find him sitting with Monty and Doug in front of a bright fireplace. The color scheme of the entire dream is black, white, and blue; and only the fire is blood red. I tell the boss that so-and-so, some guy arrived and announced that he was an acquaintance. Then Red reluctantly gets up from his place, and we all go outside. We go out of the house, but there is no stagecoach anymore. No stagecoach, no mysterious guest. Here, of course, they ridicule me, and I scream, convincing them that I saw everything with my own eyes, heard the creak of wheels, the clatter of hooves.

“Maybe,” I suggest, “the guest has already left?”

To which they ask me, “Where are the tracks then?”

And indeed there are no tracks either. Only an endless cover of pristine snow and the prints of our own boots from the doorstep. I remain alone in the yard and continue to stand in the deepening twilight and stupidly stare at the sparkling snowdrifts, trying to understand what happened. And, it seems, there was nothing special in this dream. However, it left an unpleasant feeling in my soul for a very long time.

About the Author 

Lily has been writing short stories to entertain her friends since her teen years, and before coming to pen her own novel, she helped her writer friends with research for their fiction and non-fiction. She is a collector of all things dogs, and Balto & Togo, an animal shelters volunteer, a history buff, a vintage trinkets and toys enthusiast.

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RECENT RELEASE: “An Increasing Entanglement” by Ellie Thomas

RECENT RELEASE

Book Title: An
Increasing Entanglement (An Unlikely Alliance, Book 2)

Author: Ellie
Thomas

Publisher: JMS
Books

Release Date: July 13,
2024

Genre: Historical (Regency) MMM Romance

Tropes: Threesome, Regency, Hurt/Comfort, Class Differences, Interracial,
Opposites Attract

Themes: Kidnapping, Avenging Angel, Orphan, Redemption, Found
Family

Length: 22 293
words

Heat Rating: 4
flames

It is book two in a series of
three.

Book 1 (An Unlikely Alliance)
is available for review

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Can Clem, Abe and

Humphrey sustain their burgeoning romance from outside threats?

And might their
connection blossom into lasting romance?

Blurb

In Regency London, during the Season, after a brief and
steamy courtship, the relationship between threesome Clem, Abe and Humphrey holds
much promise.

But their busy routines and different lifestyles, as a
professional secretary, society gentleman and an official informant to the military, interfere
with their burgeoning romance.

Then sinister forces reappear to threaten their connection
and even the life of one of the trio.

Can these three band together to save the day and keep
each other from peril? And given the chance, might they forge lasting happiness
together?

Excerpt

Abe entered the Ye Olde Cheddar Cheese tavern closer to
eight o’clock than seven. Clem was sitting at their usual table, alone and forlorn. Abe cursed
the informant who had delayed him.

Abe approached, attracting Clem’s notice. His aspect didn’t
brighten. There was no teasing smile of welcome.

Instead, Abe received a chilly glare.

“You came then,” Clem said flatly.

Abe sat opposite his friend and lover. “Can I get you
another drink?”

“If you like.”

Clem’s glacial indifference continued when their gin was
served together with a jug of water.

He said casually, “I was at the Old Red Lion yesterday to find
you’d vacated your room. I thought you might have run out on us.”

He took a swig of barely diluted gin, avoiding Abe’s
eyes.

“I’m sorry, Clem. I should have let you know.”

If they had been in a less public place or one that catered
solely for their kind, Abe would have covered Clem’s hand with his own.

“Yes, well, it’s not like you owe me an explanation.” Clem’s
defensive posture said otherwise.

“Of course I do. It was remiss of me. I have been occupied
with pressing matters, official-like.”

Clem’s body relaxed slightly. Abe hardly made it public that
he was working for Horse Guards, but he had shared that confidence with his lovers. He
eyed Abe warily under long light brown lashes, a distinct pout to his lush mouth.

“You could have sent word to me.”

“Yes, I should have. I see that now. I didn’t mean to hurt
you, Clem.”

“Who said I was hurt?” Clem’s indifferent words were at
odds with his wounded expression.

“Just because I’ve been busy doesn’t mean that I haven’t
been thinking of you. And Humphrey, too. I’ve missed you both.”

“Really?”

“I swear it.”

“Then it’s fortunate that I left a note for Humphrey to meet
us here after he’s dined.” Clem’s narrow jaw clenched combatively.

He’s not letting me off lightly. At least he’s still talking to
me and hasn’t flounced off in a huff, renouncing me forever.

It wasn’t the right moment to argue that either Clem or
Humphrey could have taken the initiative earlier. Abe recognised that Humphrey was too
self-effacing to make the first move. As for Clem, he’d learned the hard way to be sparing
with his trust.

“I’m sorry,” Abe said sincerely. “I’ll say it a hundred times
over if that will make amends.”

Abe was the first to admit that once he got the bit between
his teeth, he could be ruthlessly single-minded. Apart from his mother, he’d never had to
consider anyone’s feelings. Until now.

That must change, he vowed.

“I’ll gladly apologise to Humphrey. I’ve neglected you both.
You know what I’m like when I’m in full cry.”

There was a brief silence as the waiter topped up their
glasses.

“We all have our burdens,” Abe added. “You’re chained to
your desk during the day, I’m no longer my own master and Humphrey has a flock of
relatives to shepherd.”

Clem smiled grudgingly. “Is that an excuse?”

“No, more a recognition of our circumstances. What say
you if we make this our regular rendezvous? This is as good a place as any to meet every few
days. That should avoid any further misunderstandings.”

“I thought you’d left me.”

Clem’s voice was so low that Abe’s strained to catch the
words against the background noise of the narrow tavern.

“I’d never abandon you, Clem. I may have many faults, but
I’m no fool. I would never throw away such a treasure unthinkingly.”

Clem stared in his glass.

“Now I’ve found you and Humphrey,” Abe continued. “I
won’t let go easily unless that’s your will.”

Clem gazed at Abe, his face unreadable. Then he glanced
over Abe’s shoulder.

“You have an opportunity to repeat your abject apology.
Humphrey’s coming this way.”

About the Author

Ellie Thomas lives by the sea.
She comes from a teaching background and goes for long seaside walks where she
daydreams about history. She is a voracious reader, especially about anything historical. She
mainly writes historical gay romance.


Ellie also writes historical erotic romance as L. E.
Thomas.

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NEW RELEASE: “Blackmailer’s Delight” by David Lawrence. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Blackmailer’s
Delight

Author: David
Lawrence

Publisher: Broadbound
Publishing

Cover Artist:
L1graphics

Release Date: February 13,
2024

Genre: Historical M/M Romantic Comedy

Tropes: Forbidden love

Themes: Understanding that you are not alone in your
experiences

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 81 300 words/282
pages

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

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Three men. Two blackmail
notes. One slight misunderstanding.

Blurb

Every new romance has its ups and downs…
Its bumps in the road…
Its blackmail notes…

A misunderstanding ties the fates of three men
together in this heartfelt, sensual, and uproarious romantic puzzle. Blackmailer’s Delight is a
tale of lives tossed into the air, then reassembled in some rather unexpected
ways.

England 1795
London gentleman Daniel Thornton has just
dumped his philandering lover Clarence. He moves to Grantham to care for his ailing uncle
and nurse a broken heart. The move he hopes will be a fresh start – a place to discover
himself and perhaps a new way of seeing the world.

Luke Morley is a draper’s son struggling to accept
his sexuality. He has withdrawn into a world of fantasy, but with the arrival of Mr. Thronton
this private world is shattered. Grantham’s most eligible bachelor is everything Luke has ever
dreamed of. After months of silent admiration, he determines to introduce
himself.

Re-enter Clarence, who arrives to win back his old
lover. When Daniel rejects him again, he is not about to take it lying down…

A blackmail note appears – a demand that Daniel
marry one of Luke’s sisters. A demand that he fulfill Luke’s sexual desires.

Daniel saw young Mr. Morley leave the note on his
mantle.

The note is from Luke.

Excerpt

March 1795

A revolution in France. Food shortages at home. And now a
damned tax on wig powder.

“This world is going to hell,” said Daniel Thornton to his
lover, Clarence, one morning over toast and marmalade. “What is the name of that local sect
I was telling you of the other morning? The one predicting the end of the world in the year
1800?”

“What?” said the younger man, who had been gazing out
the first-floor window of their Westminster townhouse. “Haven’t they all gone to
America?”

“It was in the paper last week. I distinctly recall telling you
about it.”

“Oh, you know I don’t listen to anything you say at the
breakfast table.”

“Don’t you?”

“I’m slow to rise, Danny. Once I am awake, I must plan my
day; I cannot attend to your little newspaper articles.”

Daniel observed his companion for a moment – perhaps
the longest moment of his life. This was the end, of course. Not of the world, but for them.
For six weeks he had been expecting this, cynic that he was. They were both cynics – and,
apart from the sex, he supposed Clarence’s pessimism had been his primary attraction. They
saw the world identically. They liked to laugh at things like sects predicting the end of the
world in five years. Or they had. If Clarence couldn’t be bothered to listen to him at the
breakfast table, if they hadn’t even this anymore, after the misery this man was putting him
through, there really was nothing for them.

He eyed the orange juice Clarence was sipping lazily. Should
he?”

They weren’t sleeping together anymore. And this,
incredibly, before he had understood why, had actually bonded him to this man. Clarence
had made no excuses: “It’s the way of all things, isn’t it? We are simply two old men grown
comfortable with each other,” though this was absurd as Clarence was just twenty-six. No
man likes being rejected in bed, but Clarence had won him by appearing to join him in their
common plight – wasn’t it just the way of this miserable world?

“What?” he said, lowering his orange juice to glance over
his shoulder. Daniel hadn’t spoken – Clarence must have heard the memory of his words
ringing in his companion’s head. Narcissists only listened to hear the echo of their own
words.

About the Author

I am the author of two queer
historical novels – ‘Hugh: A Hero without a Novel’ and ‘Blue Billy’s Rogue Lexicon’. As a
writer, I love taking a deep dive into the social norms and historical events of 18th century
England, told with humour and whimsy, while presenting what I hope are compelling and
unique coming-of-age tales.

A native of the American
Southwest, I have spent much of my life in Great Britain, France, and Finland. I now live in
the American Northwest – Helena, Montana – with my Finnish partner.
By day I love hiking under the Big Sky of my
beautiful adopted state.
By night, however, I prefer wandering the byways
of 18th century London…

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BOOK BLAST: “Caged Time” by Erik S. Meyers

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Caged
Time

Author: Erik S.
Meyers

Publisher: Mirador
Publishing

Release Date: February 2,
2021

Genres: LGBTQ Jewish historical fiction

Tropes: Struggling to be yourself in a place/time that doesn’t really want
you

Themes: Coming out, being yourself

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 144
pages

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

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David Tarniss faces his
desire and his faith

Short Blurb

In 1930s New York, David Tarniss leads a quiet life as a cab
driver-too quiet. In reality he is hiding a dark secret, his homosexuality, something for which

he will pay dearly due to the unique circumstances of the time.

A fascinating, if disturbing, story about the challenges that
confronted gays (and Jews) in 1930s New York.

Long Blurb

In 1930s New York, Jewish immigrant David Tarniss leads a
quiet life as a cab driver—too quiet—In reality he is hiding a dark secret, his homosexuality,
something for which he will pay dearly due to the unique circumstances of the time.

Based on the author’s fictional interpretation of a family
tragedy, “Caged Time” is an attempt to explain how society can mold who you are and
significantly impact your life. The novel focuses on a small group of characters that all have
key significance in David’s life, the people that most affect what he does, how he thinks, and
how he lives. The setting of the novel is even more impactful as it plays out in the context of
a pre-World War II society haunted by the looming war. Most of the characters are Jewish,
bringing another angle to the events.

Whenever things seem to be moving forward, David faces a
setback. Whether being shunned by his brother when he reveals who he is, haunted by a
strange encounter with a friend, or being beat up when he least expects it, he’s always
taking two steps forward and one back. But he always seems determined to go on.

A fascinating, if disturbing, look at the challenges that
confronted gays (and Jews) in 1930s New York with a glimmer of hope at the end.

Excerpt

David hurried down Eighth Avenue, his usual brisk New York walk that his relatives often
scolded him about, saying he was being antisocial and not walking with them. Well, he just
walked fast; it didn’t have anything to do with being social or antisocial. He whizzed past
stores, restaurants, and coffee shops, full of people as they chatted with their friends on this
cool Saturday morning—summer at its weakest point with fall just around the corner. He
was content wearing his checkered coat, although a brisk wind came up countering the sun’s
warmth and he thought he maybe should have brought a scarf.

As he approached Union Square, that nervous, giddy feeling hit him, and he began to shake
from the thought of what was to come. Though he had tried to compose himself while on
the train and walking down the street, as soon as he got nearer to Child’s, his palms started
sweating and his pace quickened. Somehow he felt couldn’t help but feel ashamed about
being who he was and the thought of meeting with others of his kind, as it were, made him
shake. He really wanted to meet someone. His nerves often held him back. But not today!

I don’t have anything to be nervous about, David told himself. I come here every Saturday.
Today I just have a different goal in mind.

At that moment he arrived at Child’s, his favorite coffee shop, and peered in the window,
half expecting everyone to stop what they were saying or doing and turn their heads at him,
as if they were all waiting, watching. Of course, the thought was ridiculous, and no one did
anything of the sort. He slowly reached for the handle, staring more at it than the interior,
his heart beating rapidly and his fingers twitching in anticipation. Or is it fear? David
wondered.

Then, with a rush, he pushed open the door, strode inside, and quickly found a booth near
the door, which meant, like many of the other men inside, he was waiting, watching…and
hoping. The place wasn’t that big with only a few booths along the walls and several tables
in the middle, so David was happy to have the perfect vantage point.

About the Author

Currently in Austria, Erik
Meyers is an American abroad for years and years who has lived or worked in six countries
on three continents, the longest in Germany. I’m an award-winning author and
communications professional with 25 years of expertise in a variety of corporate roles.
Reading and writing are my passions, when I’m not hiking one of the amazing trails in Austria
or elsewhere.

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NEW RELEASE and SERIES TOUR: “Pith & Sickle – The Diabolous Chronicles” by D K Girl.

NEW RELEASE and SERIES TOUR

Pitch & Sickle –
The Diabolus Chronicles by D K Girl

An MM Gaslamp
Fantasy Series

 

NEW RELEASE – BOOK 6

Book Title: The
Herlequin – Pitch & Sickle Book Six

Author: D K Girl

Length: 129 000
words

Release Date: April 27,
2023

Genre: MM Historical Fantasy

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

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The journey to Blood Lake has begun…

Blurb
Pitch and Sickle have survived enraged fae queens,
murderous forest guardians, walking corpses, and ghosts turned monstrous by the
Blight.
They been tortured by sorcerers and made
playthings by enemies who have sided with the Morrigan.
The ankou and his daemon prince have been forced
to confront awful secrets from their pasts.
Both have made terrible sacrifices to keep the

other safe.
And would willingly do much more to protect the
unimaginable bond that has grown between them.

In the midst of the chaos and carnage a deadman
and a daemon have found each other.

Now, Prince Vassago will need his Pale Horseman
more than ever before.
With the escape from the Fulbourn comes the truth
about what lies ahead.

The journey will be perilous.
The great hunt has begun.
And all is not as it should be for a beleagered
daemon.

Can Silas and the Order outwit the Morrigan, and deliver Pitch to where
Seraphiel’s secrets lie?
Or will the sorcerers’ Herlequin succeed where all the rest have failed?

 

CHECK OUT THE OTHER BOOKS IN THE
SERIES

BOOK 1

Book Title: The
Bandalore – Pitch & Sickle Book One

Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor
Designs

Release Date: February 25,
2021

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 285
pages

Genre: Historical Fantasy MM

Tropes: Slow, slow burn, opposites attract

Themes: Loneliness and friendship

It is not a standalone book.
This is the first book in the Gaslamp Fantasy series, The Diabolus
Chronicles.

It has an unresolved
storyline rather than an outright cliffhanger.

Goodreads

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Silas Mercer died once.
He’d rather not do it again.

 

Blurb

1885 London, England

Silas Mercer died once. He’d rather not do it again.

On his return to the world of the living, Silas finds himself in
the hands of the mysterious Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.

The Order has London society clamouring for their services,
with tarot readings, seances and exorcisms among their arcane specialities.

Now they seem intent on making Silas their newest
recruit.

But they want far more from him than cheap parlour
tricks.

When the Order partners him with the scandalous rake,
Tobias Astaroth, Silas’s new life is turned on its head in more ways than one.

Tobias is quick-tempered, dangerously charming, and far
more than the man he seems.

For Silas, surviving what the Order has planned for him will
be a challenge.

But finding a way to survive Tobias Astaroth could prove
impossible.

 

A slow-burn MM Gaslamp Fantasy series.

Contains: Sexual content, violence and rather a lot of
cursing.

This is the first book in the thrilling Gaslamp Fantasy series,
The Diabolus Chronicles

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: The Verderer
– Pitch & Sickle Book Two

Length: 309
pages

Release Date: June 30,
2021

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The overarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Life as a servant of
death has its challenges. But the biggest one of all
is Silas’s daemonic guardian, Pitch.

Blurb

Silas Mercer is a dead man walking.

And the mysterious Order of the Golden Dawn have big
plans for their newest ankou and his deathly bandalore.

Life as a servant of death has its challenges.

But the biggest one of all is Silas’s daemonic guardian,
Pitch.

He may look like heaven, but he’s making Silas’s life all kinds
of hell.

The daemon is arrogant, egotistical and his appetite for
violence and tea cakes is fast outgrowing the small village where they have been
recuperating since their run-in with Black Annis.

Now, the increasingly unstable Blight is causing new havoc,
and fresh monstrosities are emerging.

Pitch and Sickle are back in the saddle, and on their way to
the haunted Forest of Dean.

But can Silas rely on his guardian’s protection?

Or will Pitch prove to be the most dangerous encounter of
all?

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: The Skriker –
Pitch & Sickle Book Three

Length: 369
pages

Release Date: October 20,
2021

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The overarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Silas Mercer has faced
wily boggarts, mad faerie queens and enraged forest spirits. But can he withstand a daemon
who is losing his mind?

Blurb

Silas Mercer has faced wily boggarts, mad faerie queens
and enraged forest spirits.

But can he withstand a daemon who is losing his
mind?

Pitch and Sickle are left bruised, battered and reeling after
their confrontation with the Verderer.

They have learned a startling truth behind the arrowhead
that wounded Silas, a truth that must be taken to the Lady Satine and the Order without
delay.

But his encounters in the Forest of Dean have effected Pitch
in alarming ways. The daemon’s body may have healed but his erratic behaviour and wildly
unpredictable temper grow ever more concerning.

Silas owes his life to Pitch. Their experience in the forest
has brought them a closeness he could not have imagined possible.

But what can he do for a daemon who is losing his
way?

And how long will Silas survive, if he must ride
alone?

 

BOOK 4

Book Title: The
Greensward – Pitch & Sickle Book Four

Length: 412
pages

Release Date: April 13,
2022

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The overarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

The Lady’s Horsemen
are riding out once more. Carrying death’s scythe to where tormented souls linger.
But what awaits them in a world where
divine magick has returned?

Blurb

The Lady’s Horsemen are riding out once more. Carrying
death’s scythe to where tormented souls linger.

But what awaits them in a world where divine magick has
returned?

Pitch is recovered from the injuries he received in the
Forest of Dean, and Silas won’t soon forget the part he played in setting his guardian back on
his feet.

The ankou and the daemon have been reunited in a most
unexpected and intimate way, but barely have they caught their breath when a new threat
arises.

A tortured spirit is frightening both the living and the dead
along the roads of Devon.

But is this soul a monster that must be stopped, or another
pawn in the necromancer’s mysterious game?

With Azazel’s magick re-emerging after hundreds of years,
maleficium plagues the world once more. But who is wielding the forbidden arcane magick
of the angels?

Do they work alone?

And why are they so intent on harassing the Lady’s
Horsemen?

Silas has never felt stronger, or more determined to live up
to the Order’s high expectations. He’s faced the walking dead, outwitted the enchanted Hall,
and gained an ally in the skriker.

But he’s not sure he’s equipped to handle his growing
attraction to a troubled daemon.

And Silas fears that getting any closer to Pitch and his tragic
secrets may prove as dangerous as the monsters they are riding to face.

 

BOOK 5

Book Title: The
Fulbourn – Pitch & Sickle Book Five

Author: D K Girl

Publisher: Lucas Publishing

Length: 133Kwords/ 458
pages

Release Date: October 20,
2022

It is not a standalone story.
While it does not end on a cliffhanger, there are
some unresolved issues.

Goodreads

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

When the King of Daemonkind comes to call, be ready
for hell to follow.

Blurb

After Lucifer’s disturbing visit,
the quest to destroy the Blight takes on a desperate urgency.

Finding Lieutenant Edward
Charters is paramount.

But what role does a mortal man
play in Seraphiel’s dangerous game?

The angel has sent Pitch a
talisman from beyond the grave, a seemingly innocuous watch that may be the key to
ending the Watcher King’s dark legacy. But to learn its secret Pitch and Silas must find the
man intended to carry it.

As the search for the lieutenant
begins, the Horsemen find themselves gifted with something more precious than any angelic
token. An evening of unexpected freedom.
A night that will deepen their intimacy and bring
long-stifled feelings to the fore.

But what price will they pay for
choosing breathless pleasure over rigid duty?

The Morrigan have not forgiven
the destruction at the greensward. They are prepared to do whatever it takes to rid
themselves of the Horsemen and heed the Watcher King’s ghostly call.

The Fulbourn is Pitch and Silas’s
greatest threat yet.
A place that will drive them into the depths of their
most terrible fears and seek to tear them apart.

They are closer than ever before but will that fragile new bond be
enough to save them?
Or have the daemon prince and his ankou found the nemesis that will destroy them once
and for all?

 

Excerpt from ‘The Bandalore-Pitch & Sickle Book One’

A rather pretty gentleman, sharp featured, pale and fine,
stepped into the room with a flourish of raised hands. His tousled light brown hair was wild
about his shoulders, and his eyes so green it was as though emeralds had been pressed into
the sockets. ‘Let the amusements begin…or should I say…continue.’

His velvet coat, a red almost as bold as the woman’s lips,
was unbuttoned, revealing a black shirt with a silver brocade of Chinese dragons upon it. An
elaborate ruffling of silk tumbled from the collar and covered a good portion of his chest. His
choice of trousers was equally curious, a rather outdated fall-front style in black silk.

The baron groaned, but his smile was ever-present. ‘Good
god, man, we thought you two would never be done.’

‘Perfection takes time, does it not?’

‘Take your seat, you rascal, and stop your showmanship, at
least just for a moment.’

Silas scratched his right palm absently, attempting to stymie
the prickle. Like many things about himself he wasn’t certain of his age, his late twenties was
likely, much the same as the man who had just swept into the room.

Mr Astaroth tilted his head, pursing lips that held a near-
perfect Cupid’s bow. ‘Am I to stand aside so another showman can perform?’

‘Exactly,’ the baron declared.

As Mr Astaroth made his way to his seat with his
companion, he had a notable effect on those in attendance. The ladies all at once seemed
incapable of deciding how they should adjust their gowns upon their seats, and the men
were equally as fidgety. All of them were fixated on Mr Astaroth’s procession across the
room. The man had not spared Silas a glance yet, even when he was deriding him, and Silas
had no issue with that at all. He was not sure he’d enjoy the pierce of those green eyes upon
him. But he could not deny there was indeed something mesmerising about the lad, the
sway of his hips, the coiled tension in his body that gave the impression he might suddenly
leap unannounced in any direction.

Mr Astaroth stopped to take a glass of champagne from the
tray offered by a somewhat flustered young footman. The liquid wobbled in its crystal
confines, and the boy’s eyes darted so quickly between the floor and the man before him, it
was as though he’d lost control of his eyeballs.

‘Thank you, kind sir. What a wonderful job you do.’ Mr
Astaroth’s smile was discomfortingly suggestive, his whispered appreciation of the boy’s
offering far too intimate, and the serving boy nearly stumbled over his own feet to move
away.

Mr Astaroth was slender, not remarkable in height, and the
angles of his face were delicate to the point of being feminine, but he held a presence that
quite overwhelmed the room. Silas’s gaze moved down the length of the man’s body to his
feet. He wore heeled boots, which meant he was shorter than first impressions allowed. The
glean of polished leather distracted Silas from what became startlingly obvious a moment
later. He tensed and closed his eyes a second, as though that might change things. But alas it
was not to be.

The ground at Tobias Astaroth’s feet held no
shadow.

Whoever this man was, he was not, for all intents and
purposes, human. Silas took hold of the arms of the chair, filled with the sudden desire to
depart. No one had thought to instruct him on an encounter such as this.

‘Stop frightening the help and get your arse on a chair,’
declared the bespectacled man at Silas’s left. ‘We know how you hate to have attention
diverted from you, so do try and behave, Pitch old boy.’

Evidently the group knew the man well enough to have
endowed him with a nickname. Silas could only imagine its origins.

‘Oh Brenton,’ Victoria, Mr Astaroth’s companion, said. ‘As
far as I’m concerned, Tobias has been on his best behaviour all evening.’ She had taken her
seat and leaned her elbows upon the table, utterly at ease.

‘Thank you, my dear,’ Mr Astaroth said. ‘You are as sensible
as you are extremely talented in the art of, what were we calling it? Tarot reading.’ He tilted
his glass towards her before turning to Silas. The air quite vanished from Silas’s lungs
beneath the daggers of his emerald stare. ‘How very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr
Mercer. I do hope we are in for a wonderful show.’

 

 

About the Author

Danielle K Girl is an Aussie who lives in stunning Tasmania with
her three furkids, cats Luffy, Sweetie and Ren.

Her idea of heaven is a farm full of rescue animals, with a
vegie garden that sprouts peanut M&M’s and chocolate wheaten biscuits.

When she’s not keyboard-deep in mysterious, beguiling
worlds, she is binge watching K-Dramas, listening to K-Pop or hiking through the beautiful
Tasmanian wilderness.

 

 

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SERIES TOUR: “Pitch & Sickle – The Diabolus Chronicles” by D K Girl

SERIES TOUR

Pitch & Sickle – The
Diabolus Chronicles by D K Girl

An MM Gaslamp
Fantasy Series

 

BOOK 1

Book Title: The
Bandalore – Pitch & Sickle Book One

Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor
Designs

Release Date: February 25,
2021

Genre: Historical Fantasy MM

Tropes: Slow, slow burn, opposites attract

Themes: Loneliness and friendship

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 285
pages

It is not a standalone book.
This is the first book in the Gaslamp Fantasy series, The Diabolus
Chronicles.

It has an unresolved
storyline rather than an outright cliffhanger.

Goodreads

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Silas Mercer died once.
He’d rather not do it again.

 

Blurb

1885 London, England

Silas Mercer died once. He’d rather not do it again.

On his return to the world of the living, Silas finds himself in
the hands of the mysterious Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.

The Order has London society clamouring for their services,
with tarot readings, seances and exorcisms among their arcane specialities.

Now they seem intent on making Silas their newest
recruit.

But they want far more from him than cheap parlour
tricks.

When the Order partners him with the scandalous rake,
Tobias Astaroth, Silas’s new life is turned on its head in more ways than one.

Tobias is quick-tempered, dangerously charming, and far
more than the man he seems.

For Silas, surviving what the Order has planned for him will
be a challenge.

But finding a way to survive Tobias Astaroth could prove
impossible.

 

A slow-burn MM Gaslamp Fantasy series.

Contains: Sexual content, violence and rather a lot of
cursing.

This is the first book in the thrilling Gaslamp Fantasy series,
The Diabolus Chronicles

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: The Verderer
– Pitch & Sickle Book Two

Length: 309
pages

Release Date: June 30,
2021

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The overarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Life as a servant of
death has its challenges. But the biggest one of all
is Silas’s daemonic guardian, Pitch.

Blurb

Silas Mercer is a dead man walking.

And the mysterious Order of the Golden Dawn have big
plans for their newest ankou and his deathly bandalore.

Life as a servant of death has its challenges.

But the biggest one of all is Silas’s daemonic guardian,
Pitch.

He may look like heaven, but he’s making Silas’s life all kinds
of hell.

The daemon is arrogant, egotistical and his appetite for
violence and tea cakes is fast outgrowing the small village where they have been
recuperating since their run-in with Black Annis.

Now, the increasingly unstable Blight is causing new havoc,
and fresh monstrosities are emerging.

Pitch and Sickle are back in the saddle, and on their way to
the haunted Forest of Dean.

But can Silas rely on his guardian’s protection?

Or will Pitch prove to be the most dangerous encounter of
all?

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: The Skriker –
Pitch & Sickle Book Three

Length: 369
pages

Release Date: October 20,
2021

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The overarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Silas Mercer has faced wily
boggarts, mad faerie queens and enraged forest spirits. But can he withstand a daemon who
is losing his mind?

Blurb

Silas Mercer has faced wily boggarts, mad faerie queens
and enraged forest spirits.

But can he withstand a daemon who is losing his
mind?

Pitch and Sickle are left bruised, battered and reeling after
their confrontation with the Verderer.

They have learned a startling truth behind the arrowhead
that wounded Silas, a truth that must be taken to the Lady Satine and the Order without
delay.

But his encounters in the Forest of Dean have effected Pitch
in alarming ways. The daemon’s body may have healed but his erratic behaviour and wildly
unpredictable temper grow ever more concerning.

Silas owes his life to Pitch. Their experience in the forest
has brought them a closeness he could not have imagined possible.

But what can he do for a daemon who is losing his
way?

And how long will Silas survive, if he must ride
alone?

 

BOOK 4

Book Title: The
Greensward – Pitch & Sickle Book Four

Length: 412
pages

Release Date: April 13,
2022

Genres: MM Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy, Historical Fantasy

Tropes: Opposites attract, Stuck together, Emotional scars

It is not a standalone story.
The overarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

The Lady’s Horsemen
are riding out once more. Carrying death’s scythe to where tormented souls
linger.

But what awaits them in
a world where divine magick has returned?

Blurb

The Lady’s Horsemen are riding out once more. Carrying
death’s scythe to where tormented souls linger.

But what awaits them in a world where divine magick has
returned?

Pitch is recovered from the injuries he received in the
Forest of Dean, and Silas won’t soon forget the part he played in setting his guardian back on
his feet.

The ankou and the daemon have been reunited in a most
unexpected and intimate way, but barely have they caught their breath when a new threat
arises.

A tortured spirit is frightening both the living and the dead
along the roads of Devon.

But is this soul a monster that must be stopped, or another
pawn in the necromancer’s mysterious game?

With Azazel’s magick re-emerging after hundreds of years,
maleficium plagues the world once more. But who is wielding the forbidden arcane magick
of the angels?

Do they work alone?

And why are they so intent on harassing the Lady’s
Horsemen?

Silas has never felt stronger, or more determined to live up
to the Order’s high expectations. He’s faced the walking dead, outwitted the enchanted Hall,
and gained an ally in the skriker.

But he’s not sure he’s equipped to handle his growing
attraction to a troubled daemon.

And Silas fears that getting any closer to Pitch and his tragic
secrets may prove as dangerous as the monsters they are riding to face.

 

Excerpt from ‘The Bandalore-Pitch & Sickle Book One’

A rather pretty gentleman, sharp featured, pale and fine,
stepped into the room with a flourish of raised hands. His tousled light brown hair was wild
about his shoulders, and his eyes so green it was as though emeralds had been pressed into
the sockets. ‘Let the amusements begin…or should I say…continue.’

His velvet coat, a red almost as bold as the woman’s lips,
was unbuttoned, revealing a black shirt with a silver brocade of Chinese dragons upon it. An
elaborate ruffling of silk tumbled from the collar and covered a good portion of his chest. His
choice of trousers was equally curious, a rather outdated fall-front style in black silk.

The baron groaned, but his smile was ever-present. ‘Good
god, man, we thought you two would never be done.’

‘Perfection takes time, does it not?’

‘Take your seat, you rascal, and stop your showmanship, at
least just for a moment.’

Silas scratched his right palm absently, attempting to stymie
the prickle. Like many things about himself he wasn’t certain of his age, his late twenties was
likely, much the same as the man who had just swept into the room.

Mr Astaroth tilted his head, pursing lips that held a near-
perfect Cupid’s bow. ‘Am I to stand aside so another showman can perform?’

‘Exactly,’ the baron declared.

As Mr Astaroth made his way to his seat with his
companion, he had a notable effect on those in attendance. The ladies all at once seemed
incapable of deciding how they should adjust their gowns upon their seats, and the men
were equally as fidgety. All of them were fixated on Mr Astaroth’s procession across the
room. The man had not spared Silas a glance yet, even when he was deriding him, and Silas
had no issue with that at all. He was not sure he’d enjoy the pierce of those green eyes upon
him. But he could not deny there was indeed something mesmerising about the lad, the
sway of his hips, the coiled tension in his body that gave the impression he might suddenly
leap unannounced in any direction.

Mr Astaroth stopped to take a glass of champagne from the
tray offered by a somewhat flustered young footman. The liquid wobbled in its crystal
confines, and the boy’s eyes darted so quickly between the floor and the man before him, it
was as though he’d lost control of his eyeballs.

‘Thank you, kind sir. What a wonderful job you do.’ Mr
Astaroth’s smile was discomfortingly suggestive, his whispered appreciation of the boy’s
offering far too intimate, and the serving boy nearly stumbled over his own feet to move
away.

Mr Astaroth was slender, not remarkable in height, and the
angles of his face were delicate to the point of being feminine, but he held a presence that
quite overwhelmed the room. Silas’s gaze moved down the length of the man’s body to his
feet. He wore heeled boots, which meant he was shorter than first impressions allowed. The
glean of polished leather distracted Silas from what became startlingly obvious a moment
later. He tensed and closed his eyes a second, as though that might change things. But alas it
was not to be.

The ground at Tobias Astaroth’s feet held no
shadow.

Whoever this man was, he was not, for all intents and
purposes, human. Silas took hold of the arms of the chair, filled with the sudden desire to
depart. No one had thought to instruct him on an encounter such as this.

‘Stop frightening the help and get your arse on a chair,’
declared the bespectacled man at Silas’s left. ‘We know how you hate to have attention
diverted from you, so do try and behave, Pitch old boy.’

Evidently the group knew the man well enough to have
endowed him with a nickname. Silas could only imagine its origins.

‘Oh Brenton,’ Victoria, Mr Astaroth’s companion, said. ‘As
far as I’m concerned, Tobias has been on his best behaviour all evening.’ She had taken her
seat and leaned her elbows upon the table, utterly at ease.

‘Thank you, my dear,’ Mr Astaroth said. ‘You are as sensible
as you are extremely talented in the art of, what were we calling it? Tarot reading.’ He tilted
his glass towards her before turning to Silas. The air quite vanished from Silas’s lungs
beneath the daggers of his emerald stare. ‘How very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr
Mercer. I do hope we are in for a wonderful show.’

 

Book 5 – Coming Soon – October 20,
2022

The Fulbourn – Pitch & Sickle Book Five:
The Diabolus Chronicles

 

Available for Pre-Order

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

When the King of
Daemonkind comes to call, be ready for hell to follow.

 

After Lucifer’s disturbing visit, the quest to destroy the Blight takes on a desperate urgency.

Finding Lieutenant Edward Charters is paramount.

But what role does a mortal man play in Seraphiel’s dangerous game?

The angel has sent Pitch a talisman from beyond the grave, a seemingly innocuous watch
that may be the key to ending the Watcher King’s dark legacy. But to learn its secret Pitch
and Silas must find the man intended to carry it.

As the search for the lieutenant begins, the Horsemen find themselves gifted with
something more precious than any angelic token. An evening of unexpected freedom.
A night that will deepen their intimacy and bring long-stifled feelings to the fore.

But what price will they pay for choosing breathless pleasure over rigid duty?

The Morrigan have not forgiven the destruction at the greensward. They are prepared to do
whatever it takes to rid themselves of the Horsemen and heed the Watcher King’s ghostly
call.

The Fulbourn is Pitch and Silas’s greatest threat yet.
A place that will drive them into the depths of their most terrible fears and seek to tear
them apart.

They are closer than ever before but will that fragile new bond be
enough to save them?
Or have the daemon prince and his ankou found the nemesis that will destroy them once
and for all?

The Diabolus Chronicles is a slow-burn MM Gaslamp
Fantasy series that contains on-page sex scenes, gore and violence, and rather a lot of
cursing.

This is the fifth book in the on-going series.

 

 

About the Author

Danielle K Girl is an Aussie who lives in stunning Tasmania with
her three furkids, cats Luffy, Sweetie and Ren.

Her idea of heaven is a farm full of rescue animals, with a
vegie garden that sprouts peanut M&M’s and chocolate wheaten biscuits.

When she’s not keyboard-deep in mysterious, beguiling
worlds, she is binge watching K-Dramas, listening to K-Pop or hiking through the beautiful
Tasmanian wilderness.

 

 

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