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

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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 o
verarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

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Available in Kindle Unlimited

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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 o
verarching storyline continues but issues are
resolved for the immediate storyline.

Goodreads

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

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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 o
verarching 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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Book Title: The Bandalore –
Pitch & Sickle Book One

(An MM Gaslamp Fantasy
Series) (The Diabolus Chronicles 1)

Author: D K Girl

Cover Artist: Deranged
Doctor Designs

Release Date: February 25,
2021

Book 4 in the series is due
out April 13

Genre: Historical 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 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

Excerpt

Mr Astaroth was clearly drunk. Reason perhaps why he

failed to be wearing any shoes. Silas noted the large brown stain upon the white of his linen
shirt with great consternation. The mark appeared not dissimilar to blood. His dark trousers
bore a tear at his right thigh, and the material at his knees was notably caked with
dirt.

Gilmore cried out, more pain in the sound this time. ‘You’re
breaking my leg, you bastard.’

Silas looked to the bandalore, hoping there might be a
musical direction sung to him. But the wood was quiet. He should go to the man’s
assistance, Silas needed no magical trinket to tell him so. Man, or gnome, Gilmore was in
clear distress. But Silas hesitated.

‘Dear me, do you think I would truly do such a thing?’
Tobias’s words got away from him, slipping and sliding from his intoxicated tongue. A
shadow curved around his right eye, a rising bruise.

‘I know you would,’ Gilmore hollered. ‘You crave harm
more than your cock craves fucking.’

With no warning, Tobias landed a punch against Gilmore’s
belly. Half-hearted as it was, it at last spurred Silas from his reticence. He took a step
forward.

‘Now, see here-‘

‘Tobias! Set him down, now.’ Jane moved across the green,
clad in a nightgown of the most delicate white lace. Combined with her airy way of moving,
it was as though a ghost rushed towards them. ‘Now, Pitch. I will not ask you again.’

The man’s smile was a cruel slash across his damaged face.
‘As you wish. Catch him if you can.’

He lowered Gilmore and seemed certain to set him down,
albeit on his head, but at the very last moment, he drew back his arm and swung the frantic
Gilmore straight up into the air. Without an ounce of effort apparent, Tobias’s throw sent
the screaming, kicking man skyward. Soaring higher even than Silas’s cottage roof.

‘Help me!’

Gilmore seemed to hang in the air for a moment. His
scream curdled the blood.

‘Gilmore!’ Silas dashed in beneath the unfortunate gnome,
seeking to position himself so he might catch Gilmore when he fell. A dangerous notion,
considering the speed of descent, but the man would surely suffer grievous injury
otherwise. Silas glanced at the grinning man at his side. The viciousness that simmered
within Tobias Astaroth’s emerald eyes was breathtaking.

‘Stop!’ Jane’s command came with a rush of violent wind. A
great force swept past Silas, lifting the hairs on his head. The gust swept in beneath the
tumbling Gilmore, and at once his downward journey halted in a dead stop in midair. The
gnome sobbed, hanging limp against his invisible support, drifting slowly down, a leaf upon
a gentle breeze.

‘Why must you ruin my fun?’ Tobias folded his arms, staring
hard at Jane as she approached, a pout upon his full lips.

The sun drifted from behind a cloud, its rays setting his
eyes alight once more, and marking the pronounced angles of his face. Despite his notable
injuries, his odd beauty, accentuated by bowed lips and long dark lashes, was still evident.
Rather captivating, if Silas were honest, but he’d just now glimpsed a ferocity beneath the
delicate exterior which lent it a certain ugliness.

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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RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Servants of the Crown: The Turkish Pretender

Author: Garrick
Jones

Publisher: MoshPit
Publications

Cover Artist: Garrick
Jones

Release Date: 24 March,
2022

Genre: Gay Historical Fiction; Spy Thriller.

Tropes: Circle of Friends; Master and Servant.

Themes: Betrayal, treason, the strength of friendships and the ultimate
connection.

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 124 891 words/389
pages

It is a standalone story and
d
oes not end on a cliffhanger

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The book is also available in
paperback

Intelligencers: men and

women from all walks of life and from all sections of society, servants of the Crown who
work for the Home Office gathering information vital to the security of the
nation.

Blurb

Intelligencers: men and women from all walks of life and
from all sections of society, servants of the Crown who work for the Home Office gathering
information vital to the security of the nation.

London, 1855. While Great Britain is at war with the
Russians in the Crimea, a cadre of disaffected seditionists and insurrectionists, made up of
members of the aristocracy and wealthy industrialists, have set a plan into action that’s
been decades in the making—a plan that aims to overthrow the Queen and to install a
puppet king on the throne in her place. With the war raging and disquiet in the industrial
north and in Ireland, their perfidious plot, unless stopped, threatens to bring about anarchy
and revolution.

Aware of the imminent danger, Sir George Grey, the Home
Secretary, has tasked The Brothers, a band of four men, friends of over twenty years, to root
out the source of the infection, destroy the clique, and track down and eradicate its foreign
pretender by any means necessary. From molly houses to state banquets, from hospitals to
steam baths, from aristocratic households to the meanest of slums, the friends find
themselves in a succession of increasingly perilous situations.

Like the mighty Thames, undercurrents flow swift and deep
as they uncover plot after plot and treachery and treason in abundance.

Excerpt

“Fetch Christopher, if you please, Elam,” Lennard
said.

“What? Are you going to have me manhandled out the
door?”

“No, Terrence. Christopher is waiting for me with my riding
equipage. I was about to exercise my horse and I shall do so once I’ve seen to Miles. You’ve
paid me for the destruction of my window and given me a promise for the carpet, but surely
you realise you owe me for the mistreatment of my butler?”

“You can’t be serious, Lennard. We’re talking about chattel
here. Servants are no different from your carpet or your
priceless window.
He’ll recover. A quick slash across the chops is a lesser thing than one of my own servants
might have received had one of them tried to grapple with me. How dare he touch a person
of—”

Lennard strode quickly to Astley and grabbed the fronts of
his jacket.

“Let me tell you this. Although I said I’ve changed, my hate
for you still burns in my chest. How dare you stride into my house, abuse my servants, and
feel free to do whatever you like. Remember this before you leave. One word from me to
the right person and you’ll find yourself gasping for air as you descend to the depths of the
Thames, your arms bound behind your back, and your feet chained to an anchor. You’d just
disappear. Like that!” Lennard snapped his fingers next to Astley’s ear.

“Have care to whom you make threats, Lennard. I’m too
valuable to the Prime Minister. I still hold a seat and a loyal group of Irish lords who keep
him in power.”

“Threats against other men interest me not, sir. I wish to
have nothing ever to do with you from this day henceforth … not ever. Do you
understand?”

“You’re making a big mistake.”

“Not so big a one as you made by appearing at my door
and forcing your way into my house.”

“I shall take my leave of you. But don’t think this is over. I’ll
put it about that you dishonoured your uncle’s word.”

“Do what you feel best, sir. But, by now, my coachman will
have arrived with my riding gear and is waiting outside the door. If I were you, I’d leave this
very moment before I grab my whip and thrash the living daylights out of you. You can
apologise to Elam on your way out for injuring his brother.”

“Apologise? Why, I—”

“Oh, and Astley?” Lennard added, interrupting the man by
violently releasing his jacket and pushing him backward, his knees hitting the edge of the
Chesterfield. “Putting it about that I dishonoured your agreement with my uncle? Well, two
can play at that game. It would not be hard to start a rumour that you’ve dealt with your
ward, Neasa, inappropriately, and that’s the reason you’re so reluctant to allow her to marry
into one of the most noble families in the land.”

“No one would believe that for one moment.”

“People have been wondering about your reluctance these
past four or five years, ever since Sir George’s son first approached you. However, now, with
my new title, I will have the ears of not only the leading members of society, but also those
close to the throne. An innuendo is as good as an oath, don’t you think? Even Irish baronets
who hold some sway in parliament are not immune to gossip. You’d not be invited
anywhere, whether the slander is proved or not. Everyone knows Sir Hugh was not a
businessman, and although the sum you offered would make you out to be a villain at the
best, the premature plucking of a tender blossom before its time … why, Her Majesty would
send someone banging at your door.”

About the Author

After a thirty year career as a
professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all
over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central
Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQUniversity.


Brought up in Australia, between the bush and the
beaches of the Eastern suburbs, I retired in 2015 and now live in the tropics, writing,
gardening, and finally finding time to enjoy life and to re-establish a connection with who I
am after a very busy career on the stage and as an academic.


I write mostly historical gay fiction. The stories are
always about relationships and the inner workings of men; sometimes my fellas get down to
the nitty-gritty, sometimes it’s up to you, the reader, to fill in the blanks.


Every book is story driven; spies, detectives,
murders, epic dramas, there’s something for everyone. I also love to write about my country
and the things that make us Aussies and our history different from the rest of the
world.


I’m research driven. I always try to do my best to
give the reader a sense of what life was like for my main characters in the world they live
in.

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BOOK BLAST

Book Title: CLUBBED
TWO: Anxiety, Anger, Activism

Author: Robert A.
Karl

Cover Artist: Nirkri with
original art by Alejandro Mesurado

Release Date: January 31,
2022

Genre: LGBTQ Historical Fiction

Themes: LGBTQ Pride; Diversity; Disability Awareness and Acceptance;
Interracial Love; 1980s Queer Fashions and Fads; Ageism, Infidelity, AIDS
Activism

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 81 516 words/ 291
pages

It is part of a series, but can
be read as a standalone.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Every day is a good day to
be gay.

Blurb

CLUBBED TWO is historical fiction, set in Philadelphia from
1982 to 1992. Club Sanctuary can be seen as a metaphor for the greater LGBTQ community,
but it is written as a real place, with characters who are fabulous, funny and
flawed.


The author combines historical characters and
events with fictional ones, creating a story that’s entertaining, informative and emotional.
The love story between the two main characters, Joey and Henry, serves as a vehicle for
connecting the stories of diverse, Queer characters.


This second book in the CLUBBED series continues
the story as the LGBTQ community fights prejudice and ignorance in an effort to be
recognized as people worthy of respect. Will the community be torn apart by fear, or will
they come together to support PWAs? (People With AIDS)

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Excerpt

When he let himself into Kirk’s room, he found Kirk sitting
on a small sofa in front of a 13-inch black and white TV with no cable. The picture was fuzzy
and the volume was low while a rerun of
Happy
Days
was on.

“Just put the box on the coffee table and we can eat here.
And keep out two beers and put the rest in the fridge.”

Kirk proceeded to eat, with no hint that anything sexual
was about to take place between them. This felt awkward to Jando who didn’t really know
how to act on a date. He was used to quick fuck-n-sucks, usually in a public place like The
Hole at the club. So, he copied what Kirk did. He figured Kirk knew how to act better than he
did.

After a few minutes, there was only one slice of pizza left.
Kirk looked at the young Puerto Rican guy sitting next to him with a mischievous
grin.

“Hey Bae, you know what I always wanted to do?”

“Please don’t tell me you always wanted to smash a guy in

the mouth with a slice,” Jando joked.

“No, not that. But you know how in the movies, a couple
will share something they’re eating, until they end up mouth-to-mouth. And then they have
to decide whether to kiss or what they’re gonna do next?”

“Yeah,” Jando said. And not just people do that. Remember
in that cartoon where Lady and the Tramp were eating spaghetti?”

Kirk laughed, actually snorting a little as he thought about
that famous scene.

“If you’re the Lady, I guess that makes me the Tramp,” Kirk
said, still laughing.

“You wanna try it?” Kirk asked, reaching for the final slice,
trimming it into a very slim slice and pointing the uncrusted end towards Jando’s
mouth.

Kirk closed his eyes and started to eat the crust on his side
of the slice. He felt the pull as Jando joined him, taking small bites of the other side.

Kirk started laughing again. “Damn! I didn’t think about
that we actually have to stop to chew.”

Now both of them were laughing, as Kirk continued to hold
the slice in mid-air between their two mouths.

“Keep going, Bae. Keep going.”

With gooey cheese dripping down and various pieces of
pepperoni, green peppers, onions and mushrooms falling, and while they tried to keep from
laughing, their mouths continued to inch closer.

Finishing the slice, they were both chewing as their lips
finally brushed up against each other’s.

Swallowing hard, Kirk took the lead and kissed Alejandro
forcefully. He pushed Jando back so he was prone on the sofa as he slid his tongue into
Jando’s mouth, tasting the pizza but also the sweetness of Jando’s lips and tongue. Jando
returned the favor, kissing with a passion that he’d been holding back for a few hours,
needing some release soon.

“I wanna do this right. Let’s go in the bedroom,” Kirk
whispered, lifting himself off Jando’s writhing body. “And bring the beers with you,” Kirk
reminded him as he took hold of a walking cane that was next to the sofa, unnoticed by his
Bae.

About the Author

Robert A. Karl is a native son
of Philadelphia, PA, a retired educator, a queer author, and the proud Gay Dog Dad to Zuna,
the Awesome Boston Terrier. He now resides in San Juan, Puerto Rico, where he enjoys the
beauty and culture of La Isla del Encanto, The Island of Enchantment.

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Book Title: The Tiergarten Tales

Author: Paolo G.
Grossi

Publisher: The Conrad
Press

Cover Artist: Charlotte
Mouncey

Release Date: May 31,
2021

Genres: LGBTQ+ / Historical Fiction

Tropes: Boys’ friendship

Themes: Toxic masculinity and fatherly love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 035 words / 384
pages

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

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Berlin. Its boys. Their stories

Blurb

Boys and men of Berlin. A captivating journey through their
lives, love affairs and misdemeanours across the city’s turbulent history.

Felix and Walther bestride a deep class divide, forging an
enduring bond in 1890s Prussia. Kaspar and Max navigate the fraught upheavals of the
Weimar Republic by skilfully marketing the only commodity in demand. Young Kazimierz
leaves his impoverished Silesian village and sets off on an epic journey to the Prussian
capital, the seat of an ageing Frederick the Great. His heavenly beauty, endearing naivety
and, ultimately, fate will transform his life once through the gates of the city.

Echoes within echoes. Circles within circles. Wealth,
poverty and moral compromise. The privilege and toxic masculinity of the Prussian officer
class.

Excerpt from The Lodger

Grey sky. It has been so for the last few days, or weeks,
months perhaps. It had been his decision to move here so there is no one else to blame.
That irks him no end, no

one to blame, no one to shout at.

Up here on the sixth floor one can barely hear the
traf-

fic below and there is never much of it anyway; it’s early
morning and he lives on a quiet and leafy street, upmarket, expensive, unaffordable for
most people.

The air is warm and all he wears is pyjama bottoms; he
prefers to walk around the apartment barefoot though he misses a soft thick carpet. But
more often than not homes come with beautiful wooden parquet here: beautiful but
uncomfortable for his feet which have lost some of the supple elasticity they used to have.
Age, always age; he wishes he could log out from thinking about ageing.

Coffee time. He walks back inside through the French doors
and inserts a capsule in the machine, the mechanical noise reassuring, another morning
with the same routine.

Frau Greta is on her way and he needs to get out. It’s his
rule number one or, rather, hers: get out of the cleaning lady’s way, you’re just a hindrance
and when she took on the job she dropped a few stern hints which allowed no debate. Very
German, he smiles.

No breakfast at home; he’ll walk to the Bismarck Bistro for

mid-morning brunch. The temperature is warm enough to sit outside with just a light jacket
and watch the world go by.

Except that it never does. The bistro is quaint and the fare
of good quality but it never seems to be that busy, though the lack of a crowd has lately
developed into a pleasure rather than a shortcoming.

Either way the bistro is close, reasonably priced, and on the
edge of that vast and wild forest in the centre of the city peculiarly described as a
‘garten’.

He’s ready now and he feels pleasantly casual: slacks, a
polo and a light blue jacket. A scarf around his neck protects him from the light
breeze.

And sunglasses. He has spent a good chunk of his previous
life in a part of the world where everyone wore sunglasses, outdoor and indoor. You could
never see anyone’s eyes. Beautiful eyes, old eyes, blue, green, black, it didn’t matter; they
were all behind dark lenses. All the fucking time.

But he has kept the habit; perhaps one day he’ll lose it.
Habits come and go.

He strolls along the oak-lined paths before turning towards
the bistro. Empty roads. Is that Sunday? Perhaps not, but the roads are always empty here
anyway. Which he loves. Or not. He’s not yet sure.

When he reaches the bistro, he lazily scans the area: a few
tables outside, almost empty as usual, one middle-aged guy tapping away at his laptop in
the far corner.

He takes a seat and then remembers the free newspapers
inside so he gets up again and strolls in to pick up a copy of the Morgenpost.

Ella is at the till. The owner greets him in a low voice and
with a smile. She must do that with all the regular customers, he thinks, but he likes it as it
makes him feel special even if he is dead sure he isn’t.

After three years his German has improved dramatically. He
has subjected himself to a gruelling and eye-wateringly expensive blitz of private tuitions.
He can now finish read- ing long-winded and often completely irrelevant opinion pieces.
Nothing much ever seems to happen here anyway. He prefers books to news but he forgot
to bring one along.

‘Good morning sir, what can I get you today?’

Not Ella’s voice. It sounds soft and warm, young, almost
female though clearly not.

As he turns, a young man of perhaps less than twenty
stands there with a smile and detectable eagerness. The eagerness of the new employee,
the excitement of a new job, the freshness of a new chapter.

The boy gently shifts the wheat blond fringe along his
forehead; a pair of black framed spectacles sits on his angular nose, the thick prescription
lenses magnifying his light blue eyes.

‘Good morning, let’s see: a cappuccino for a start, I haven’t
decided on the food, may I have a minute?’

‘Sure, sir, I’ll get the drink ready for you, take your
time.’

The manners are calm and polite. Unassuming, he
ponders.

After a few minutes the young man returns with the
cappuccino and briefly stands there, clearly waiting for the order but with no impatient
insistence.

About the Author

Paolo G. Grossi was born and
raised in Milan. Thirty years ago, he spent a weekend in London and decided to stay. Like
most Italians, opera and the visual arts are his main passions. When not writing, you will
surely find him attending a performance, visiting a museum and, of course, spending some
time cycling in Berlin or around the Wannsee. He lives in London with his partner David.

The Tiergarten
Tales
is his first book.

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Book Title: CLUBBED: A Story of Gay Love: Trials, Tribulations and
Triumphs

Author: Robert A.
Karl

Publisher: Robert A.
Karl

Cover Artist: Hussnain
Designz

Release Date: April 13,
2021

Genre: Gay Historical Fiction

Themes: Coming Out, LGBTQ+ Community, Gay Club Life, Marriage
Equality, AIDS

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 74 547 words/ 246
pages

This is the first book in a
planned series of three.
It does end on a
cliffhanger. This book mostly explores gay life before the AIDS pandemic began. The book
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Everyone at the club has a
story, and every story deserves to be told.

Blurb

Sex. Drugs. Lust. Courage. Loyalty. Betrayal. Drag Divas.
Hustlers. Porn. Gogo Boys. Anything is possible at the gay club scene. Even LOVE.

Joey, fresh from the suburbs, gets involved in the gay club
scene in Philadelphia during the late 1970s and early 80s. He shares the stories of a diverse
cast of characters, including his own special love story. Everyone at the club has a story, and
every story deserves to be told.

Excerpt

Once the team meeting was over, everyone left except for
me and Henry. I poured us a couple drinks while he climbed up the steps to the DJ booth,
turning the music up to a blast and starting the light show. He came down with a backpack,
carrying it to the middle of the dance floor, where he started unpacking, spreading a blanket
and a couple of pillows on the floor.

“We gonna sleep here?” I asked innocently, knowing what
his intentions were.

“Maybe,” Henry answered, with a wink. We sat
cross-legged on the blanket, surrounded by music and lights, as I raised my drink and
offered a toast. “To us and our gay sanctuary!” I said, clinking our glasses and drinking up. In
the next instant, Henry was on top of me, tearing at my clothes and grinding into me, kissing
me with the hot passion of youth.

A minute later, I was totally naked, on my stomach, with
Henry on top of me, penetrating me as he sucked on my neck so hard I knew that I’d have a
hot hickey the next day. He started slowly, rhythmically moving his hips as he dug his way
deeper and deeper inside me.

He knew what I liked and how I liked to be treated. He
whispered hoarsely in my ear, grunting earnestly, as he called me his little bitch, his ho, his
pussyboy, telling me that he owned my ass and more.

As he was forcing me to answer “Yes, Sir!” to his questions,
demanding I answer louder and louder each time, we suddenly heard the door to the men’s
room in the back open. Apparently, two of the new bartenders had decided to spend a little
quality time in there, enjoying a quick encounter after everyone else had left. When they
saw what was going on, with Henry dominating me thoroughly, they hurried towards the
exit, giggling the entire way.

“Good night, Boss!” they called out in unison.

“Good night, boys, see you tomorrow,” Henry answered, as
he kept his strong hand tight against my mouth so I could only remain silent.

“You know I’m the real boss, right?”

“Yes, Sir” was my immediate answer, as he shook in
spasms, coming to his climax, seeding me right there on the dance floor.

The grand opening finally arrived at 10 PM the next night. I
made sure that all the team members were in their proper positions, and I made a grand
gesture as I flung open the door – that big beautiful red door – to NOTHING. No one was
there to hit the new club at the very first minute.

“Calm down,” I thought to myself. I had to remind myself
that this is an after hours club, and who really would go to a place like this at 10 PM? The
real action at the regular bars wouldn’t even really get started for another hour at
least.

So the DJ kept spinning up in his booth, along with the
lighting tech controlling the lasers. The bartenders tried to keep themselves busy, wiping
down the bars and rinsing glasses that were already clean.

11 PM, still nothing. I was starting to get a little nervous.
Did we do all this for nothing? I was a small town guy in the big city. Maybe this was a dumb
idea.

Henry came over to talk and he was his usual self, full of
positivity. He told me that he personally knew over 100 guys who had promised to show up
for the first night.

At about 12:15 AM, a group of four guys finally came in
through the door. A feeling of sweet relief came over me that at least we had a few
customers, though I could see the disappointed look on their faces as they realized they
were the only people there. But that quickly changed as guys started to trickle in, slowly at
first, then turning to a steady stream.

By 1:30 AM, the club was more than half full, with the line
of customers waiting to get in getting longer with each passing minute. By the time the bars
in the Gayborhood closed at 2 AM, groups of rowdy, drunken gay men were making their
way a few blocks north, turning our grand opening into a truly grand night for
Sanctuary.

As the night progressed, I was drinking a little too heavily,
getting excited as I watched the crowd from the DJ booth. While it was a mostly white
crowd, I was happy that it wasn’t exclusively white, signaling that an integrated club just
might be acceptable in this town. Despite my drunkenness, I noticed a few details that
surprised me.

About the Author

Robert A. Karl is a native son
of Philadelphia, PA, the City of Brotherly Love. He earned his M.Ed. from Temple University
and worked for the School District of Philadelphia as a teacher and technology specialist for
30 years. He also taught courses in Educational Technology at the Temple University College
of Education.

Losing many friends to the
AIDS pandemic dramatically altered his world. Living in the LGBTQ community provided the
historical background for his first novel. His work is a tribute to the incredible diversity in the
LGBTQ community.

Currently retired and living in
San Juan, PR, he is the proud Gay Dog Dad to Zuna, the Awesome Boston Terrier.

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Book Title: Beyond the Ruby River

Author: Lee
Colgin

Publisher: Colgin
Enterprise

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: June 17,
2021

Genres: M/M Historical
Romance, M/M Paranormal/Fantasy Romance,

Tropes: Mixed species,
second chance romance

Themes: Longing, betrayal,
forgiveness, grief, reunion

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 72 000 words/ 260
pages

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When an incubus
half-breed falls for a mortal Egyptian man, will their love span centuries or are they destined
to pine for each other for all eternity?

Blurb

In Ancient Egypt when the pharaohs ruled the banks of the
Nile, Mahu led a simple, if somewhat melancholy, life. Making papyrus filled his days. His
needs were provided for, but deep in his soul, Mahu longed for companionship.

Dakarai, born of a demon mother and a human father,
craved independence. A young incubus constantly in the shadows of his full-blooded
siblings, Daka set out for a new city and a life of his own.

While a starving Daka roams the streets hunting for a meal,
the sight of a beautiful man walking alone stops him in his tracks. The handsome stranger is
just what he needs to quench his spiraling thirst.

But Mahu turns out to be more than Daka bargained for,
and his heart falls for the lonely man.

What betrayal shatters their foundation, can Daka and
Mahu find their way back to each other, or is each soul destined to long for the other for all
eternity?

Beyond the Ruby River is an MM Paranormal Romance
featuring a steamy love story, a second chance romance, and the mysteries of an ancient
world. This is book three of a series and can be read as a standalone with its own HEA and
satisfying conclusion.

Excerpt

Dakarai

Hunger stirred deep in Daka’s core, an emptiness with claws and teeth demanding to be
filled. It was his first night in Naukratis, and already he wondered if he’d

made a mistake abandoning the safe cocoon of his family. Though eager for a taste of
independence, Daka’s nerves flut‐ tered with unease as he stalked the unfamiliar streets.

With only a warm sea breeze for company, Daka let loose his extra sense, the one that
would lead him to a meal. Entering the wide market square, he cast his gaze over dozens of
stalls, their colorful awnings muted in the evening light. Laborers celerated the end of a
day’s work with beer, bread, and conversa‐ tion. Street vendors peddled their offerings.
Naukratis smelled of fresh spiced fish, baking bread, and candied nuts—all of which
appealed to him, but none that would quench this particular hunger.

What Daka needed would be found past the town’s main market, perhaps down a side
street or along a narrow alley. Inhaling through his nose, sorting the myriad array of scents,
he searched for the alluring aroma of pleasure. A brothel would suit perfectly.

Daka’s intuition guided him forward, but before he could cut south to chase the divine smell

of arousal around the corner, his gaze landed on an elegant man and refused to budge. His
eyes possessed a will of their own, such was the man’s appeal.

He was taller than Daka’s average height, long of limb with wide shoulders and perfect
posture. He wore cornflower blue linen, belted at his narrow waist, skirt hanging to a svelte
pair of thighs. Dark onyx tresses hung past his chin, straight and prob‐ ably silken to the
touch. Daka couldn’t be sure of the texture at this distance and it was suddenly of the
utmost importance to find out.

Though brothel workers would make for an easier target, Daka veered off course to pursue
the handsome man instead. To seduce him and touch his lovely hair for himself. He followed
through the square—dodging people and slinking amongst the crowd, stealthy as a cat and
just as light on his feet—until he was no more than ten paces from his quarry.

This close, Daka could pick up the scent lingering in the man’s wake. Earthen and woody, like
the papyrus that grew in the marshy lands nearby. He inhaled greedily. What would he smell
like aroused? Daka had to know.

The man left the busy center of town, turned west, and continued between rows of mud
brick houses, his pace steady as a pulsing heart. He had the stride of a man to a purpose.
Daka’s curiosity grew with each step. Instead of catching up to begin the seduction, Daka
shoved his appetite aside in favor of learning the man’s destination.

They walked for another quarter hour until the chirps of bugs overtook the noise from town
and houses gave way to farmland. Daka spotted the neat rows of tumuli leading to an
ancient mastaba, and their endpoint became clear.

The man had led him to the final resting place of Naukratis’ dead.

Well-maintained burial mounds, with funerary gardens throughout, lined the landscape.
Daka hung back so as not to be noticed or to disturb this man in his grief. The perfect
posture he’d noted earlier began to sag, shoulders drooping forward, head bowed as he
knelt by a triad of graves. He sat back on his heels, long thighs stretched thin, the blue linen
of his skirt revealing smooth bronzed skin.

Daka could not help his appetite, inappropriate as it may be, though he would strive to
contain it. This man was in no mood for the sort of amorous encounter an incubus like
himself fed on. He needed a warm, familial embrace, not the frenzied release Daka itched to
provide.

He slunk back into the shadows to watch from under a sweet-smelling date palm. The man
sat with the dead. Daka sat by himself, wondering who the man had lost.

Daka’s family possessed immortality. At least, his mother and siblings did. His father was
human, but Daka had never met him. As a half-blooded demon, he’d staked claim to
immortality but not to all the gifts that came with it. His powers of sway and persuasion
were paltry in comparison to his full-blooded brethren. Unable to bend people to his will,
Daka could only nudge. He might never develop the skill of astral projection. But he would

live forever, a feat which seemed unfathomable at only twenty-two years into eternity.

The man bent over the graves had a decade or so on Daka in age, perhaps more. Maybe
thirty-five or forty, Daka couldn’t tell. A man in his prime but worn around the edges with
the melancholy that loss thrusts upon the living.

About the Author

Lee Colgin has loved
vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North
Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him
anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza.
Ask her how much she can bench press.

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