SERIES TOUR: “The Pizza Chronicles” by Andy V. Roamer

THE PIZZA CHRONICLES SERIES TOUR

and BOOK 5 NEW RELEASE

 

SERIES BLURB

The books in the Pizza
Chronicles series follow the main character, RV, through his high school years, as he tries to
answer his many questions about life, God, prayer, sexuality, being the son of immigrants,
and staying loyal to his heritage while carving out his own life and relationships.

The stories should
be
read in order.

Book #1: Why Can’t Life Be
Like Pizza?

Book #2: Why Can’t
Freshman Summer Be Like Pizza?

Book #3: Why Can’t
Relationships Be Like Pizza?

Book #4: Why Can’t Sophomore Summer Be Like Pizza?

Book #5: Why Can’t Dating Be
Like Pizza?

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 1 flame

 

BOOK 5 – NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Why Can’t
Dating Be Like Pizza?

Author: Andy V. Roamer

Publisher: Nine Star Press

Length: 52 000 words

Release Date: August 20,
2022

Genre: Young Adult

Trope: Gay
romance

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Themes: Dating, films, art,
bullying, gay suicide, finding one’s passion, surviving break-ups

This story is a continuation of
Book #1-4 with the same characters and does not end on a cliffhanger. It is best to read the
books in order.

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Sixteen year-old RV
negotiates the ups and down of junior year of high school, filled with pressure, new
romance, and unexpected discoveries.

 

Blurb

RV is now a junior in Book #5,
Why Can’t Dating Be Like Pizza?. It’s the most important year of high school, as his guidance
counselor makes clear. He pushes RV to improve his grades, get more active socially, and
show colleges why they should accept him over other candidates. But RV has other things on
his mind. He has met Luke, freshly arrived in Boston from Los Angeles. Luke shows him a
whole new world of romance, movie making, and fun. RV’s friends and family pull him in
other directions though. There’s the responsibility of earning money. His longtime friend
Carole pulls him into politics, asking him to direct her campaign running for the student
council. His old crush Bobby isn’t around much, and RV has to accept that he and Bobby are
no longer an item, though he still has some feelings for him. But when Luke makes an
unexpected announcement, RV really has to accept that dating has painful downs as well as
joyful ups.

 

 

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THE PIZZA CHRONICLES SERIES

BOOK 1

Book Title: Why Can’t Life Be Like Pizza?

Author: Andy V. Roamer

Publisher: Nine Star Press

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Length: 55 100 words/ 208
pages

Release Date: March 30, 2020

Genre: YA Contemporary

Trope: Son of immigrants

Themes: Coming Out

It is a standalone story.

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In Why Can’t Life Be Like Pizza? RV begins freshman year at demanding Boston Latin School, doing his best to keep
up and fit in while wrestling with his immigrant heritage and his sexuality.

 

Blurb

Wrestling with his sexuality, along with a lot of other things,
RV thinks all is okay when he starts going out with
Carole. But things get more complicated when RV develops a crush on Bobby, a football
player in his class, who admits he may have gay feelings, too. Bobby is African American and
facing his own pressures. Luckily, RV develops a friendship with Mr. Aniso, his Latin teacher,
who is gay and always there to talk to when the pressure becomes overwhelming.

 

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: Why Can’t
Freshman Summer Be Like Pizza?

Author: Andy V. Roamer

Publisher: Nine Star Press

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Length: 50 200 words/196
pages

Release Date: June 1,
2020

Genre: Young Adult Contemporary

Trope: Summer Vacation

Themes: Obstacles to exploring sexuality and enjoying summer

This story is a continuation of
Book #1 with the same characters

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Tagline In
Why Can’t Freshman Summer Be Like
Pizza
? RV and Bobby have survived freshman
year and are looking forward to spending a wonderful summer together. But life has other
plans.

Blurb

RV and Bobby’s summer is not what they wish for. They
hardly have time to spend with each other.
Bobby is busy at football camp and working at a job his father has pressured him into
taking. RV is busy with a summer job, too, and also has to help his parents pass their U.S.
citizenship test. His friend Carole jumps at the chance to spend her summer in Paris. As
always, Mr. Aniso, RV’s Latin teacher is there to talk to when RV gets too lonely. He’s also
there when RV inadvertently spills one of Bobby’s secrets, and Bobby is so angry at him RV is
afraid he’s ready to cut off the friendship.

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: Why Can’t
Relationships Be Like Pizza?

Author: Andy V. Roamer

Publisher: Nine Star Press

Length: 58 000 words/ 272
pages

Release Date: March 15,
2021

Genre: Young Adult Contemporary

Trope: Forming relationships

Themes: Maintaining relationships through difficulties/helping friend
through tragedy

This is a continuation of Book
#2 of The Pizza Chronicles

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In Why Can’t Relationships Be Like Pizza?, Book #3, RV begins sophomore year in high school, though his
relationships create more questions than answers.

 

Blurb

RV is trying to maintain his newfound friendship with
Bobby, but it’s becoming harder and harder.
Bobby
seems a different, more distant, person. RV’s friend Carole is distracted with the ups and
downs in her relationships with the French boyfriends she met during her summer in Paris.
RV’s new friend Mark is focused on his family’s troubles. School is a mixed bag. But Mr.
Aniso, RV’s former teacher and mentor, is there to lean on, especially when near tragedy
strikes and RV needs Mr. Aniso’s counsel to stay strong and provide help where
it’s needed most.

 

BOOK 4

Book Title: Why
Can’t Sophomore Summer Be Like Pizza?

Author: Andy V.
Roamer

Publisher: Nine Star
Press

Length: 52 000
words

Release Date: August
23, 2021

Genre: Young Adult LGBT

Tropes: Summer vacation between freshman & sophomore
years of high school

Themes: Teenage steps toward maturity: ups & downs of
romance, driving lessons, coming out to family

It is a standalone story, with the same characters from books
1-3.

The books have frequent references to previous titles in the
series, so better if they are read in order.

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Press

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RV’s summer after sophomore year of high school
isn’t all fun and games as he navigates a budding new relationship, struggles with driving
lessons, copes with the ups and downs of his summer job in a movie theatre, and tries to be
patient with his traditional family that doesn’t want to deal with his sexuality.

Blurb

It’s the summer after sophomore year and RV enjoys new
adventures and faces new challenges having finished two years of high school. Since he
loves movies, he’s happy to get a job as an usher at a movie multiplex, but learns the
realities of dealing with job stresses and unruly customers. It’s time for him to start learning
how to drive, and his father is eager to give him lessons. But he’s not the most patient of
teachers and RV is not the most capable of drivers. Bobby is still around, but he’s doing the
hard job of recovering from his injury so doesn’t have time for much else. RV tries to open
himself up to a new relationship and is happy when he meets Matteo, who works at the
multiplex also. It looks like the start of a budding romance – until it isn’t. And then there is
RV’s family, loving but traditional, not ready or willing to discuss issues of sexuality. Luckily,
as always, there is Mr. Aniso, RV’s freshmen-year teacher, who has become a friend and is
always there to talk over anything that might be bothering RV. But he’s away for the summer,
helping his partner’s family, so there’s only so much time and attention he can give RV.

 

About the Author

Andy V. Roamer grew up in the Boston area and moved to New
York City after college. He worked in book publishing for many years, starting out in the
children’s and YA books division and then wearing many other hats. This is his first novel
about RV, the teenage son of immigrants from Lithuania in Eastern Europe, as RV tries to
negotiate his demanding high school, his budding sexuality, and new relationships. He has
written an adult novel, Confessions of a
Gay Curmudgeon
, under the pen name Andy V. Ambrose. To relax, Andy loves to ride his
bike, read, watch foreign and independent movies, and travel.

 

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BOOK BLAST: “Trans Deus” by Paul Vander Spiegel

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: Trans
Deus

Author: Paul Van der
Spiegel

Publisher: Perceptions
Press

Cover Artist: Paul Van der
Spiegel

Release Date: August 11,
2020

Genre: LGBTQ – Christian

Tropes: Trans Christ in modern day England

Themes: Trans Christ persecuted by the religious, the transphobes, the
haters; closeted Peter, terrorist Judas, addict Andrew, humanist Thomas.

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 75 000 words/ 249
pages

It is part 1 of 4 Queer Gospels
– each one is a different take.

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Trans Christ born in a
modern-day, transphobic England

 

Blurb

The Word was with God. The Word was God. Nothing was
created apart from the Word. The Logos became a trans woman and she dwelt amongst us,
full of grace and truth.

Four men have their lives changed forever: Jude, the

terrorist sent to kill the transgender Christ; Peter, the repressed gay man grasping after a
religion of certainty; Andrew, the slave to his sexual appetites; and Tom, the ardent atheist
with crippling financial problems.

From the towns and moors of northern England to the
shadow of the cross in the City of London… the light shone in our darkness and the
consumer, military technocracy comprehended it not.

 

Excerpt

Tom Bauer scanned the myriad titles in the Selfish Help,
Mind n’ Body, Religion, and Pop Psychology subcategories, publications propped and penny-
stacked on white MDF shelves.

Pop Psychology? What’s the world coming
to
? Tom thought. What he wanted was Death
Metal Psychology, Hip Hop Head-Help, Roland TB 303 Counselling: anything but fluff and
bluff. He started to laugh, at book shops, at life, at himself for being such a useless sack of
shit.
How have I ended up
here
? he demanded of existence, desperate for
a fix of some arsehole’s fake positivity?

The woman stood next to him reading the inside cover of
The Secret slid it back onto the shelf, then hurried away.

The man who didn’t believe in belief pulled a volume from
the packed display and examined the recommended retail selling price printed beneath the
barcode—the book was the same price as a leg of lamb, as three large chickens.
How the fuck can I justify spending
that
? he thought.

There was enough money to last another couple of months.
His personal account was overdrawn, as was the joint account. There was always the credit
card and the emergency second credit card, the one that Kristin didn’t know about. The
feeling of being overwhelmed, of drowning, washed over him. Tom was scared: scared that
they could lose their house, scared that what had been certain, mundane, predictable was
now fuzzy and nebulous.

He picked out a copy of the Selfish Help bestseller
I can make you Bulletproof and tried to read the introduction, but the words expanded and
went blurry against the paper. Kristin stepping up her working hours to full-time helped, but
it wasn’t anywhere near enough to cover the shortfall in his wages: the choice was now
which bills
had to be paid.

Tom knew that he was not on his own: across the Public
Sector thousands of people were being let go, especially, it seemed, in the north of England.
Every suitable vacancy had hundreds, thousands, of applicants. His mind flicked to the visit
he had made to the Didsbury Job Centre that morning: there was nothing, not unless he
wanted to be an amusement park squirrel on minimum wage. He had asked the stony-faced
Employment Agency manager whether a drug habit was a mandatory requirement for the
role.

Some people have no sense of
humour
, he reminded himself.

Once he had been on an upward trajectory within society.
Now, Tom visualised his family falling into the abyss of poverty.

Tom pushed I
can make you Bulletproof
with its free hypnosis
CD back into the shelf. He stared at the rows of crack-lit books, at the dope publications, at
the trash written by authors selling glass pipes and rocks to the vulnerable, pushers who
peddled badly cut gear to existential junkies.
Bluffers and bullshitters, he thought,
the lot of you. And yet, I want to buy your
product, get high, face the inevitable come down, buy the sequel
. The thought compounded his sense of despair.

That was when Dave Lucas and Bob Nielson from the
Salford Health Trust Planning Department strode past the end of the aisle and took their
seats in the coffee bar. Tom had forgotten the two spreadsheet goons read manga and
graphic novels for free during their lunchbreak. The last thing he needed was Dave—the
Lurch lookalike in his
X Files T-shirt—and Bob—his skinny anaemic monosyllabic
sidekick—asking him how he was. And he certainly didn’t want to hear how things were
going back at the office, didn’t want to see that “you-poor-bastard” smile, or, even worse,
the sparkle of glee in the eyes of those spared the executioner’s axe. In Tom’s considered
viewpoint, anyone who still believed in “love for your neighbour” need only set up a
corporate redundancy programme to see the reality of the human: fuck thy neighbour lest
thou too get fucked.

Bob Nielson—a sadistic un-helpful prick in Tom’s
opinion—was the man widely suspected of being the elusive Phantom Logger, that
desperado of the digestive system who delighted in cooking up foot-long turds and
depositing them in the men’s third-floor toilets and leaving without flushing. A closed toilet
bowl lid was a sure sign that Nessie was back in town. Neilson had been spotted giggling
outside Trap One just before one particularly unpleasant discovery.
Maybe Bob n’ Dave took it in turns, Tom considered, competing in
their own ghastly gastrointestinal game
.

How had those two morons survived whilst he’d been cast
aside?

He needed to escape the book shop ASA-fucking-P. Tom
knew that if he had to engage in any form of communication with Beavis and Butthead, he
was liable to murder one, or both, of them; bash their heads in with a British Bake Off
cookery brick.

Option One was to hide in the stinking toilets for an hour
like a junkie.
Screw that, Tom decided, which left him with Option Two.

Option Two was printed on the flyer that he had been given
by a smartly-dressed woman outside Boots the Chemist on Market Street, a piece of paper
that announced Manchester Cathedral were running a lunchtime programme of speakers
with that day’s febrile attempt entitled, “
The
Myth of Eden—a new approach to Genesis
.”
Having someone attempt to defend the Great Book of Fairy Tales enraged and fascinated
Tom at the same time.

He decided that facing down a representative of a
misogynistic, homophobic, corrupt organisation staffed by paedophile pensioners would
take his mind off his financial woes, even if only for a short time. Tom wondered if he could
get thrown out of church for heckling.
Watch out
all you bishops and kings
, he thought,
the Pale Rider is at your gate.

He paid for a copy of The Times at the self-scanning machine,
extended it to its full height, hid his head behind the newspaper, and strode through the
main door. Once he was on Deansgate, he stuck his tongue out at Dave and Bob through the
window. The two men didn’t notice, but an old man drinking a latte from a tall glass stared
at him in surprise.

It took two minutes for Tom to walk to his favourite place in
the whole world, the John Rylands library. Tom loved everything about the building—the
décor, the stillness and, most of all, the collection of ancient writings, works that covered
every aspect of the human experience across three millennia: legal, medical, science, and
the history of tribes and lost nations. He could spend his entire life in this one library and still
only scratch the surface of the knowledge within.

Plus, it was free admission.

Through the glass entrance, through the gift shop and café,
up the modern staircase, past the Italian tourists, then into the red-stone vaulted cloisters,
and up the stone staircase to the third floor where Thomas reverently entered the Reading
Room. There, he was greeted by old friends: Luther, Milton, Shakespeare, Goethe, and
Calvin, evidently no girls were allowed in Enriqueta Ryland’s library, apart from the lady
herself. Tom sat at the mahogany table beneath the statue of Gibbon. Trusting in the
presence of this enemy of Faith he read the newspaper, searching all the while for the one-
liner that would transform his life.

Tom finished the easy, then started the medium difficulty,
Sudoku puzzle. Thirty minutes later, he had ground to a frustrating halt. Checking his watch,
he noticed he was late for the Genesis gig at God’s gaff. He had a choice to make—sack off
scripture or go and put the righteous in their rightful place. Still holding the newspaper, Tom
legged it from the library, dove down Deansgate, veered along Victoria, and arrived, gasping
for breath, at the Cathedral doors.

The presentation in the Saviour Chapel had already begun
and all the black metal chairs had been taken. Tom edged right and stood, leaning against
the cold stone wall.

A blonde woman in jeans and a blue t-shirt prowled the
front of the chapel. “Clothes are made from the cotton plant,” she said to her audience,
“from animal hide, from nylon that is made from oil found under the seabed. Clothes are
human constructs of naturally occurring materials. Gravity is a physical law, but our certainty
that the universe is a matter machine is a human construct, a metaphor. Even when we are
given fact, we fashion it into meaning to wear about our person.”

“Amen,” a man in front of Tom said.

“For fuck’s sake,” Tom muttered, shaking his head,
realisation dawning on him that he had made a dreadful mistake.

“Our certainties adjust during our lifetime,” the woman
said, “new knowledge and different learning become more important, people we love die,
friends change, our pets grow old and die, the world around us changes, new roads are built,
and our favourite breakfast cereal has a packaging redesign.”

To his left was a disabled man in a wheelchair—twisted
limbs, twisted face, thick oversized ears, and jam-jar spectacles. Tom averted his gaze.
Poor sod, he thought. It would have been better
for him, for his family, for society, if he’d never been born
.

“That which is our reality, our certainty, is but a metaphor.
It is unreal in the sense that it is a construct of a construct. All our certainties are torn down
at our death. We arrive at check-in stark naked and shivering, belonging to no culture and
belonging to all. Stripped of all that we have ever wrapped around ourselves, what is
left?”

You’re shit-boring, love, Tom thought. Wish I hadn’t
come now
. Behind the altar, a huge red curtain
hung from the roof. Tom was struck by how much the church resembled the 2-3-74 temple
in
Ultimate Negation 2—the first-person shooter game that had used a digitised version
of the building as the backdrop for all-out war between the remnants of humanity and
hordes of gun-toting alien invaders. The Church authorities had claimed on the TV news that
their Cathedral was a “space for grace,” and the Japanese corporation who had produced
the game had violated this sacred principle. Tom had never heard anything so stupid in all
his life: most city-centre tourist attractions would give their right arm for that kind of
publicity.

 

About the Author

I am the author of Trans
Deus, 7 Minutes, Parably Not, and A Particular Friendship. My stories are about the
intersection of faith and sexuality. I am a William Blake obsessive, and I’m working on new
books with Blake’s themes – sex and gender, revelation and rebellion – at the heart of the
narrative.

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RELEASE

 

The Perfect World Series by Shari
Sakurai

Superhero. Supervillain. Super-complicated

The stories should be read in
order:

Perfect World (Perfect
World #1)

Adam
(companion novel)

New Era (Perfect World
#2)

Broken World (Perfect
World #3)

Publisher: Farnhurst
Publishing

Cover Artist: Shari
Sakurai

Genres: LGBTQ / Science Fiction / Superhero Fiction

Tropes: Enemies to
lovers

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 1 flame

 

BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1

Book Title: Perfect World

Length: 341
pages

Release Date: July 18,
2014

This book ends on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

London, 2115

It is the year 2115 and the world is very different. With
climate changes, natural disasters and war shaping the landscape, England has become a
nation made up of several super cities and wasteland in between.

Eric Rawlins is a genetically engineered superhero created
by the London Security Agency (L.S.A) to defend and protect the city against both national
and international threats. With his superior abilities, celebrity status and beautiful girlfriend,
Eric appears to have the perfect life. However, it is an illusion created by the L.S.A in order to
control him.

Eric’s nemesis is the charismatic Adam Larimore. The only
son of billionaire business tycoon Victor Larimore, Adam is gifted with a genius level IQ as
well as the same longevity as Eric.

When the actions of the L.S.A throw the two of them
together Eric finds himself questioning everything that he has ever known as well as
discovering the true course of events that led to Adam turning to a life of crime. As they
become closer Eric realises that the L.S.A may be the real threat to London. But can he trust
Adam or is he part of Adam’s plan for revenge against those who have wronged
him?

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: Adam

Length: 243
pages

Release Date: March 12,
2016

It can be read as a standalone
but it is best to read with the Perfect World series.

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Blurb

Adam Larimore is on a mission of self-destruct. After
learning that he was genetically engineered for the sole purpose of inheriting his father’s
empire, Adam has been determined to ruin his father’s life and, in the process, his own.
When Ivan Williams, the man soon to become the Head of the London Security Agency
(L.S.A), approaches Adam with the offer of a business partnership, Adam discovers the
appalling truth behind the technological and genetic advancements that have come to shape
England. His relationship with his father is at breaking point and when events take a
devastating turn, Adam finds himself pushed further than perhaps he wanted to go.

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: New
Era

Length: 272
pages

Release Date: May 28,
2018

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

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Blurb

Eric Rawlins is a broken man. Still reeling from the L.S.A’s
betrayal and then the death of his lover, Eric is struggling with his new responsibilities in
north London. When a proposition from the Government heightens the stakes, Eric very
quickly finds himself faced with a choice that could change the destiny of the entire
country.

Eric knows that he has to step up and become the hero that
those closest to him are convinced that he can be, but a deadly confrontation with the
L.S.A’s new special agent leaves his belief in tatters.

Meanwhile, unknown to Eric, Adam awakens to once again
find himself a pawn in Ivan Williams’ play for power.

 

BOOK 4 – NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Broken World

Length: 87 569
words

Release Date: July 8,
2022

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

Warning for some readers: This novel contains a brief non-
graphic depiction of a suicide attempt, which may be a trigger for some readers.

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Blurb

Eric Rawlins has made the people of England a promise.
That he will stand for them against Ivan Williams and the L.S.A, but with politics and agendas
threatening to dictate his every move, Eric struggles to find allies that he can trust.

When a daring mission to rescue Adam’s staff goes awry,
Eric finds that he is starting to question himself in ways that shake him to the very core.
Whilst grappling with his inner turmoil, Eric can also see that Adam is struggling against his
own demons.

As the pressure begins to build, Eric takes the fight to
Williams. However, Adam’s dangerous obsession with revenge threatens to not only put the
entire operation in jeopardy, but his relationship with Eric too.

 

Excerpt from Broken World

Adam moved as soon as the L.S.A agents did. He slammed into
Elle and knocked her to the ground. As the gunfire started, Adam kept her covered with his
own body. Beneath him her screams were barely audible over the shooting. It was not just
coming from the White Tower, but from the opposite direction where the barracks had been
located.

Then he felt a hand on his arm. Glancing up he was relieved to
see Eric leaning down over them. Adam reacted immediately. He got to his feet and dragging
Elle up with him, Adam pushed her into Eric’s arms.

“Go!” he snapped when he saw how Eric hesitated. “I’ll be
right behind you!”

Lifting Elle up off the ground, Eric started to run back towards
the bridge and Perses. The gunfire began to fade into the background as the L.S.A seemed to
now be concentrating on whoever it was who had started shooting at them.

They had passed the ruins of the Bell Tower when it happened.
Adam felt something crash into him, and he was thrown back into the masonry. Pain
exploded from his left shoulder and travelled all the way down his arm.

“Eric!” he tried to shout, but the pain had robbed his voice of
its strength and his boyfriend’s name came out as a choked whisper.

“I’m afraid he’s long gone,” Neil’s sneering figure appeared in
Adam’s line of vision. “It’s just you and me!”

Neil reached down and dragged Adam back to his feet by his
good arm. He looked battered and almost deranged. Neil’s nose was still bleeding and when
he spoke Adam could see blood staining his teeth red. His eyes were wild and one of his
pupils was enlarged. There was blood in his hair, matting the blond against his head. Still
despite all this, he seemed supercharged with his fury. All of it was directed at Adam.

“Dad’s going to be pretty pissed off about this mess!” Neil
snarled as he started to pull Adam back towards where Traitor’s Gate had once stood. “But
maybe if I bring him you, he will be more inclined to look passed all of this!”

Adam tried to dig his heels into the ground, to make it as
difficult for Neil as possible but his struggles barely seemed to make a difference.

“Eric!” he croaked into his radio. As soon as he spoke, Neil
lunged forwards and ripped it from his ear. Suddenly free, Adam drew back whilst his
uninjured hand went for his gun. Neil was on him before he could raise the weapon. He
struck Adam hard around the side of the head. Pain blossomed from the impact as he once
more fell to the ground. The cry that escaped Adam as he landed amused Neil. His snarl
twisted into a sadistic grin as he once more hauled Adam back to his feet. For a few seconds,
the pain forced Adam let himself be dragged through the former Traitor’s Gate site and
towards the river.

If he gets me back into south London, then it’s all
over…

Adam renewed his struggling. He could not move his left arm
and Neil still had hold of his right, so he quickly changed tactics. Using his momentum to
push himself closer to the other man, Adam brought his knee up between Neil’s legs with as
much force as he could muster. Neil yelled angrily, but he did not let Adam go as he doubled
over. His action jerked Adam off his feet, and he would have fallen had Neil not kept his hold
on his arm.

“You’re going to fucking pay for that!” Neil screamed furiously
as he slammed Adam against the metal railings that cordoned off the Thames from the
Tower of London site. One hand still held Adam firmly in place whilst the other closed
around his throat.

Adam gasped. Pinned between Neil’s body and the railing, he
was unable to move more than a token struggle. He tried to pull his arm free, but with the
pressure on his neck increasing Adam was finding it impossible to breathe. Neil loomed over
him, and he was close enough that Adam could see the red lines streaking through the
whites of his eyes. He was not trying to kill Adam, just force him into unconsciousness. This
thought gave him little comfort. If he was taken back to the L.S.A headquarters, then he
would be dead by the end of the day.

Adam’s vision was starting to blur, and he had stopped fighting.
He could feel the cold press of the railing at his back and the metal shaking under their
combined weight.

“Neil…” Adam choked out with the last of his strength. “The
railing…”

Yet as he spoke, he felt it give way. Adam shot his arm out,
trying to reach for something – anything – to save him, but his hand closed around nothing
other than air. As he felt himself falling, Neil drew back and managed to catch his footing
right on the edge. The sight of him stumbling onto the firmer ground was the last thing
Adam saw as he hit the water. Immediately as the cold river enveloped him, Adam fought for
the surface. However, with only the use of one arm, he was unable to break his head above
the water. Feebly he tried to kick, but his already oxygen-starved lungs could not take
anymore. Adam barely had a moment to feel afraid before he blacked out.

Copyright © 2022 Shari Sakurai

All rights reserved

 

About the Author

Shari Sakurai is a British
author of paranormal, horror, science fiction and fantasy novels that almost always feature a
LGBTQ protagonist and/or antagonist. She has always loved to write and it is her escape
from the sometimes stressful modern life!

Aside from writing, Shari
enjoys reading, watching movies, listening to (loud!) music, going to rock concerts and
learning more about other societies and cultures. Japanese culture is of particular interest to
her and she often incorporates Japanese themes and influences into her work.

Shari loves a challenge and
has taken part and won the National Novel Writing Month challenge thirteen
times!

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: “My Name is Jimmy” by Garrick Jones.

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: My Name is Jimmy

Author: Garrick
Jones

Publisher: MoshPit
Publications

Cover Artist: Garrick
Jones

Release Date: June 1,
2022

Genres: LGBT mystery thriller,
LGBT crime fiction

Themes: Lies and deception,
murder mystery, finding Mr. Right, war and its aftermath

Length: 17 930 words/53
pages

Heat Rating: 4
flames

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

Goodreads

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

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US
| Amazon UK

Blurb

In 1947, James “Jimmy” Bacon becomes involved in a
violent workplace altercation fuelled by a PTSD-induced rage. His boss, a fellow war-veteran,
tells him to take a few months off work, have a holiday, go somewhere warm, and get his
head together.

Jimmy decides to take a coastal steamer to the

northernmost outpost of Australia, Darwin, the capital of the Northern Territory, to visit the
grave of his oldest friend, Sandy, killed during the Japanese bombing of the city in 1942.
Upon arriving, he discovers that Sandy’s death is not as simple as military records seemed to
indicate. After learning that Sandy’s grave contains only an arm with no distinguishing
features, he starts asking questions around town in order to find out what really happened
to his mate.

The more he asks, the more he discovers that Darwin is less
about post-war reconstruction and more about drugs, gambling, and the excessive
consumption of alcohol. It’s a lawless city where 95% of the population is male and
prostitution is banned, creating a thriving underworld where rough frontier-town blokes and
men from the armed forces are doing more with each other than having a beer and passing
the time of day.

While digging deeper, Jimmy discovers a terrible truth,
arousing the interest of men who would do anything to keep the past a secret—men who
consider his life of little value. Jimmy is forced to rely on quick thinking and his army training
when death comes looking for him in the dead of night.

Excerpt

Tides in Darwin were monumental, sometimes more than
twenty feet rise and fall twice a day. The harbour was still dotted with wrecks, the
Indonesian bosun of the launch from the
Pamanoekan taking us to the makeshift
long jetty that jutted out into the sea from Mindil Beach happily pointed out the ships and
the numbers killed on each vessel. The American destroyer USS
Peary had the highest death toll:
over eighty-eight killed during the raid and only fifty-three survivors. I had no idea; we
hadn’t got that news, just that ships had been sunk and the town bombed twice. As we
negotiated towards the beach, I saw two officials waiting at the end of the jetty. There were
only six of us disembarking in Darwin, but there seemed to be a small crowd on the beach
itself—probably about twenty men in all. I couldn’t imagine they were a welcoming
committee; they were most likely blokes who’d decided to quit the town and sail on the
Pamanoekan to either Broome or Perth to start new lives.

“Take care, Mr. Bacon,” the bosun said to me. “Darwin’s a
hard drinking town, rough and violent. Too many blokes, barely any women. Watch yourself,
especially in the pubs, most men in this hole like to speak with their fists.”

“Sounds like what I’m used to, mate. Don’t worry about
me.”

“Got your military permit to go ashore?”

I patted the breast pocket of my jacket. Everyone had to
have a reason to go to Darwin; in 1947, you still couldn’t just turn up there out of the blue.
I’d applied for my permit with a covering letter from Sandy’s parents, asking me to take a
photo of his grave. Reluctantly, it had been granted after I’d showed my service record to the
dick at the permit office in Sydney. He was all of sixteen by the look of him. I’d slapped it on
the counter and growled. His eyes had bulged a little, but he’d stamped it and called out
“next!” over my shoulder.

I had six weeks in Darwin to get warm, find what I was
looking for, and shake off some of my demons. The first two I was sure I could do; the last
remained to be seen.

“Taxi, sir?” a thick-set man asked as I stepped onto the
beach after being processed.

“Nah, I’ll walk,” I replied.

“Where you going?”

“Stokes Hill.”

“In this heat?” he asked with a smile, showing a mouth full
of gold teeth. “That’s nearly an hour on foot, mate. Do yourself a favour and get in my
cab.”

“Call this hot? I served in Ceylon, India, and Malaya, and
finished my war in Burma and Siam, my friend. An hour stroll in the sun will do me
good.”

“Suit yourself,” he said. When I asked which way I should
go, he pointed in the direction of Stokes Hill then turned his back on me to ask a man and his
wife
who were standing not far away, looking
stunned at their surroundings, whether they needed a taxi. Two years after the war, there
were still bomb craters and uncleared tangles of broken palms on either side of the road
that led to the jetty.

I walked down the beach for a bit then changed into my
shorts and a singlet, threw my army duffel bag over my shoulder, and lit a fag. “Hello,
Darwin,” I said to nowhere in particular.

I could have sworn it told me to fuck off and go back
home.

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: “The House with a Thousand Stairs” by Garrick Jones

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: The House with a Thousand Stairs

Author: Garrick
Jones

Publisher: MoshPit
Publishing

Cover Artist: Garrick
Jones

Release Date: March 18,
2020

Genre: Historical gay
novel

Tropes: Rekindling past
friendships; the connection of spirits.

Themes: Cross-cultural
relationships; connection through the love of the land; rebuilding lives after conflict;
Indigenous beliefs and spirituality; farmer and policeman; Australian Outback.

Heat Rating: 2 – 3 flames

Length: 353
pages

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

Goodreads

Buy Links

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US
| Amazon UK | Smashwords

Blurb

Warrambool


In Gamilaraay, the language of the
Kamilaroi peoples of north-western New South Wales, it’s the word for The Milky Way. It’s
also the name of Peter Dixon’s homestead and sheep station, situated in the lee of the
Liverpool Ranges.


In 1947, Peter returns from war, his parents and
younger brother dead, the property de-stocked and his older brother, Ron, having emptied
out the family bank account and nowhere to be found.


The House With a Thousand Stairs is the story of a
young man, scarred both on the inside and the outside, trying to re-establish what once was
a prosperous and thriving sheep station with the help of his neighbours and his childhood
friend, Frank Hunter, the local Indigenous policeman.


Enveloped by the world of Indigenous spirituality,
the Kamilaroi system of animal guides and totems, Peter and Frank discover the true nature
of their predestined friendship, one defined by the stars, the ancestral spirits, and Baiame,
the Creator God and Sky Father of The Dreaming.


Maliyan bandaarr, maliyan biliirr.

Excerpt

Two days later, Richard Williams, Sparrow’s nephew, turned
up.

Peter was standing in the old kitchen when he heard the car
horn. He’d been shaving off his patchy beard and still had soap on half his face, so yelled up
the side passage, “Out here!” He couldn’t be bothered shaving since he’d come back home
and had let his beard grow for a few days. It grew thicker along his chin line than on his
cheeks, and had got to the length where it looked untidy and scraggly … and it itched like a
bastard.

“Jesus, look at you,” he said as Richard poked his head in the
door. “You grew.”

“So did you.”

The first thing Peter noticed in his shaving mirror was how his
boyhood friend had filled out. Dressed in a singlet under a pale blue shirt, opened to the
third button from the neck, and overalls rolled down to the waist, Richard leaned against the
doorframe, idly inspecting Peter’s back.

“Few war wounds, Pete.”

“You bring any back?”

“Only on my dick. Teeth marks mainly.”

Peter laughed, holding the razor away from his face so he
didn’t cut himself.

“I bet if I had a good look I’d find teeth marks in other places,
Dick.”

“No one calls me Dick anymore, except my uncle, Pete.”

“You’ll always be Dick to me,” Peter replied with a wink.

His friend laughed. They stared at each other in the mirror
longer than men who hadn’t been close as teenagers might have done.

“Mechanic, eh?” Peter said, rinsing off his face and wiping his
razor on a towel. He still used a straight edge.

“Here,” Richard said, “turn around, you’ve missed a bit.”

He took the razor and then scraped under Peter’s chin, nudging
it upwards first with the back of his fist.

“I’ve missed more than a bit,” Peter said, pushing forward
gently so their hips bumped against each other.

“I don’t do that anymore,” Richard replied with a smile.

“Yeah, neither do I.”

They both laughed.

There’d been a small group of boys, on the cusp of becoming
men, who’d been close. They’d “mucked about together”, as it was called back then. They’d
laughed and joked about it, compared sizes, talked about the girls they said they’d rooted,
when every one of them knew each of them had lied. But then there’d been those times
when a few of them would slip off somewhere together without the others, or meet up by
chance with ants in their pants and find somewhere quiet.

Peter had been popular—the others had sought him out. He
was happy to do the thing the others were leery of, or felt was somehow not manly. None of
them blabbed about his ability to roll onto his tummy or lift a knee against a tree to let them
have a go. He didn’t care what anyone thought. It didn’t make him feel any less of a bloke for
it—he simply liked the feeling. His availability had always come at a cost, though. He’d
invariably asked, “A ride there for a ride back?” And they’d always nodded dumbly, their
knees trembling, knowing the reciprocal ride back was as rare as hens’ teeth. Dick Williams
had been one of the few of his mates who had been happy to allow Peter to climb on after
he’d had a turn, or to get on his knees and give him a gobbie afterwards to bring him
off.

“Christ you’ve got some muscles on you, Pete Dixon.”

“Comes from doing push-ups with blokes on my back who say
‘I don’t do that anymore’.”

Richard snorted softly. “Guess that’s something you didn’t give
up in the army?”

“I’ll bet you a fiver you didn’t either.”

Richard didn’t reply, he merely shrugged and looked over his
shoulder out of the doorway. It’s what nervous blokes did, Peter thought. What have
you got to be nervous about, Richard Williams?
Those were his thoughts, but
something below his belt had answered his question.

“So, we gonna go have a squiz at your truck?” Richard asked,
offering his packet of tailor-mades.

“In a minute,” Peter said, shaking his head at the offer of a
Chesterfield and then taking his makings pouch from the pocket of his shirt, which had been
draped over the back of a chair.

“What you waiting for?”

“You to take your clobber off and get in there,” Peter said,
tossing his head in the direction of the room in which he’d been sleeping for the past three
days.

“I dunno, Pete … it’s been a long while, and as I said, I
don’t—”

“Get in there, Williams,” Peter said with a growl as he lit his
cigarette. “The squiz at the truck can wait a bit, there’s something in your pants I want a
gander at first.”

He watched for a few seconds while Richard fumbled with his
shirt; his hands were trembling. There’d always been a lot of chemistry between them. It
was something he’d almost tasted the moment Richard had poked his head around the
doorway.

“Let me unbutton your shirt,” Peter said gently, passing him his
lit cigarette.

“Unless they had different names for them in the part of the
army you served in, Pete, that’s not my shirt,” Richard said with a laugh.

“Buttons, buttons, shirt or pants, they all have to be undone,
sooner or later.”

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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Instagram

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Tongues”by Clancy Nacht & Thursday Euclid.

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Tongues

Author: Clancy Nacht &
Thursday Euclid

Publisher: Eine Kleine
Press

Cover Artist: Clancy
Nacht

Release Date: May 17,
2022

Genre: LGBTQ+ horror fiction,
Lovecraftian horror

Tropes: Forced proximity, fate

Themes: Saving the world, Interracial mc, black mc, lgbt, horror, adult, cosmic horror, occult horror, paranormal
suspense, occult fiction

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 51 000 words/170
pages

It a standalone story and
d
oes not end on a cliffhanger, but a
HFN.

Buy Links –
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Amazon UK

Cosmically tormented
FBI linguist investigates famous actor’s unspeakable past and discovers an eldritch power the
government seeks to exploit

Blurb

Cosmically tormented FBI linguist Ekon is the only one B-list

heartthrob Chris will talk to about the Farm, a horrifying cult of which he’s the only known
survivor. As they bond over mysterious pasts and their unsettling attraction, Ekon discovers
an eldritch power his government bosses would love to exploit, one that could spell the end
of everything.

While there are queer and romantic
elements, this is a horror novel.


Content Warning: Violence, gore,
horror, mentions of CSA

Excerpt

In a black, Fed-issued SUV, Ekon pulled up outside Daimon’s
luxury apartment at the appointed hour. A trickle of sweat snaked down Ekon’s spine in LA’s
abundant spring warmth, turning cold as he headed through the air-conditioned lobby to
the elevator. Though it should’ve been a bustling, well-secured complex, there didn’t seem
to be a soul around.

Palming his badge, he strode down a long, empty, gray-
walled hallway and knocked at Daimon’s door.

“Mr. Daimon, it’s Agent Adams with the Federal Bureau of
Investigation. We have an appointment?”

There was nothing, not a sound on the other side. Was
Daimon even at home? Was anyone?

Then Ekon heard it: The eerie rustle of the nameless
language. Born not of wind or whistling pipes, it emanated this time from the corridor’s
buzzy fluorescent bulbs as if presaging the coming of something unutterable.

Without even the sound of a loosed deadbolt, the door
yawned open, and a familiar young white man stood before Ekon. He was damp, naked but
for the towel clinging precariously around his hips, and in excellent physical shape.

The world went silent, as if muted by the force of Daimon’s
presence. There was only the fluorescents’ unholy rustling and a high-pitched, constant
scream like the aftermath of a high-powered gunshot.

Then Daimon smiled.

Ambient noise returned with crippling ferocity: Traffic
outside the complex, neighbors within, as painfully intense as if they were all trapped inside
Ekon’s skull. Even his heartbeat deafened him, a muffled thudding in his inner ears one
instant per second.

The young man tilted his head, wet hair dripping onto his
shoulder. His eyes—a bright blue even more piercing than on television—scanned Ekon
slowly up and down with careful sensuousness that left Ekon feeling undressed.

Then Daimon blinked slowly, like a happy cat, and turned
sideways to allow Ekon in.

“They sent you alone?”

Why did he sound so amused?

About the Authors

Together, Texans and platonic
life partners Thursday Euclid and Clancy Nacht write queer novels that span genres, with
intense romances and a seamless shared narrative voice.

They published their first co-
written novel, the m/m rock star romance Black Gold, in 2010, and now have over a decade
of award-winning collaborations under their exquisite belts. Recent titles include the twisted
romance His Fake Prison Daddy and the Phisher King series, in which an uptight federal
agent and a bratty hacker go from enemies to lovers while solving a hate crime.

Though Elder Millennial trans
man Thursday and Gen X gender outlaw Clancy live three hours apart, they are inseparable.
Their friendship is a perfect example of the Grumpy/Sunshine trope, which makes Thursday
very happy. Clancy thinks it’s all right.

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BOOK BLAST: “His Wild Flower” by L. Grey S.

BOOK BLAST

Book Title: His Wild
Flower

Author: L. Grey
S.

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: Tjota
Art

Release Date: December 28,
2021

Genres: Dystopian Sci-Fi/cyberpunk, Boys Love

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, slow-burn

Themes: Good vs Evil, courage & perseverance,
redemption

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 80 600 words/ 324
kindle pages

This is a standalone book for now. It concludes, but there’s an
open-ended silver lining in the epilogue.

Goodreads

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There’s ugliness in beauty,
but there’s also beauty in ugliness…

We may be monsters, but
we are each other’s monsters…

Blurb

What is destiny? Do we have the power to change the
course of our lives, or are we forever bound by fates formulated by the algorithm of
being?


And coincidences – are they merely fluke
occurrences or are they the results of a planned chain reaction?


That is the story of a man who has run away from
his past, and another who is running from himself. Pursued by their own demons, the
unlikely pair collide fiercely with judgements and misunderstandings. From enemies to
lovers, the pair journey on a path to discover truths that they have been denied. But are
they ready to face them?


Who is the hero and who is the villain in their
story?


And what is their destiny…?

YouTube Trailer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Igi6mU1OBBs

Excerpt

Chapter 1

Looking at himself in a half mirror, he tightened his fist and
the arrowhead punctured his palm. Staring at the bident tattoo on the left of his chest, he
trembled and a tear rolled down from his eye. Savagely stabbing the arrowhead onto it, he
carved and mutilated the ink of his past.

Covered in blood, he squeezed his built body under the
tight shower, clumsily hitting the on button. Standing naked under running water, he lifted
his chin, parted his lips and tasted the chlorine water. The ravishing man ran his thick and
rough fingers through his drenched hair.

Blood drained like scarlet before waterfall from his
mutilated wound. Unfazed by the stinging pain, he smothered soap over his sculpted torso,
crimson bubbles dribbling down his rock-hard chest to those iron abdominals. Attached to
his body were a pair of athletic legs and a perky derriere. Wrapped with unsightly scars,
each told stories like cave paintings. He brushed his callused fingers over them.

Out of the shower, he raided the minibar. Cracking open a
few miniature vodka bottles, he splashed them over his mutilated wound and roughly
dressed it before swallowing a handful of painkillers, complimentary of hospitality Alice.
Breaths slowing down, his lids turned heavier.

* * *

He peeled open his swollen lids. Painfully tied to a chair
with barbed wire, he noticed he was restrained by his own signature Shibari knots. He
chuckled to himself; only one madman would mock him with such atrocity.

He heard footsteps approaching. Pricked by thousands
of pins and needles, his body went into shock when ice-cold water was splashed onto him.

Laughing sinisterly in a familiar coarse voice, the man
beside him smacked Marcus’s cheeks and whispered, ‘Time to wake up, my sleeping beauty.’

His throat tightened: Marcus was voiceless. A sudden
punch to his jaw sent a back tooth catapulting out of his mouth. Falling to the ground,
Marcus spat out metallic tasting blood between his teeth.

Holding Marcus’s arrow-tipped blades to his throat, the
man sneered, ‘How could you, Sheng?! You traitor! I’m going to take away everything you
cared about!’

Hah… that’s me…

I am Sheng… I was Sheng…

Faint knocks from a distance distracted the man.

* * *

…they were getting louder. Slowly lifting his lids, Marcus
was unsure if he was still dreaming. Stumbling to the door, he was greeted by Alice with
breakfast.

Taking one look at the tray of mush, Marcus asked, ‘What’s
this?’

‘The Director told me to bring this. High-protein mashed
beans with a side of kale salad and toast.’

‘Ugh…’ Repulsed by the unappetising meal, Marcus took a

slice of toast then chucked the tray on the desk and pulled a long hoodie over himself to
venture outdoors.

Hospitality my arse!

Guided by his lens, Marcus left the heavily guarded building
with his head down and scouted around Downtown. He felt as though he had walked into a
science fiction movie.

The bustling Downtown was buzzing with flying drones and
patrolling robots. Autonomous vehicles were driving themselves seamlessly and accordingly.
Transportation capsules were travelling at super speed in transparent tubes which was
around Downtown, surrounded by cloud-height skyscrapers.

Still trying to adjust to his new upgrade, Marcus’s cornea
lens was being bombarded with relentless data, holograms and augmentations along with
all the data from the Solar users. Dazed from experiencing the overwhelmingness that Stig
had warned about, he kept bumping into people who were engrossed in their Solar devices.
A migraine began to pound against his skull so he turned the lens off.

He wandered into a park. Sitting on a park bench, burying
his head against his knees, he rocked desperately to try and force the pain away. A
concussion had his brain mixed up, and he gasped when he suddenly flashed back to a pair
of bloodstained hands.

I’m a coward. Everyone is dead and I’m still breathing. I
failed to rescue them.

Guilt… Marcus was tormenting himself with it. He was
nothing but a lone wolf prowling in a foreign land, purposeless and meaningless.

He took a deep breath… and ended up choking himself
with a pungent stench of drunkenness. Passed out beside him (at ten in the morning) was a
man hugging an empty bottle of champagne at ten in the morning. With thick, scruffy hair
over his face, Marcus could not get a good look at the intoxicated person. Missing a shoe,
shirt unbuttoned, half undone tie – the man clearly had had a bit too much fun.

The drunk propelled his guts and Marcus sprang away
nimbly like a ninja. Holding his breath from the awful stench on his hypersensitive nostrils,
Marcus caught the drunk before he rolled into his own sick. Laying the drunk down, he
draped his hoodie over the man.

And left.

About the Author

Little Grey Soul

Eye for Beauty,

A Boys Love
devotee,

A storyteller of fictional
fantasies.

Root of the East,

With a voice of the
West,

Blending them makes writing
Best!

Little by little,

Grey celebrates the
middle,

Soul behind my writing is for
you to unriddle.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “In Vineyards Veritas” by Clancy Nacht & Thursday Euclid

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: In Vineyard Veritas

Author: Clancy Nacht &
Thursday Euclid

Publisher: Eine Kleine
Press

Cover Artist: Clancy
Nacht

Release Date: January 21,
2022

Genres: LGBTQ Cozy mystery, trans man

Tropes: Amateur sleuth, favorite aunt dies, going back home again,
mystery

Themes: Coming back home, finding where you belong

Heat Rating: 0
flames

Length: 206
pages

It is a standalone story.

Goodreads

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In wine, truth. In
vineyard… mystery.

Blurb

Local police summon retired CTO Geraldine Thorn from her
Austin lake house to Kitsch, Texas, the small town where she grew up, when her beloved
Aunt Tilda is found dead at her vineyard home, presumably from a slip in the bath. Upon
arrival, Gerry discovers Tilda’s eclectic group of friends—including a much, much younger
lover—and rivals. When they realize Tilda’s slip wasn’t an accident, Gerry enlists the help of
a handsome Texas Ranger with secrets of his own.

Excerpt

“Howdy. Ms. Geraldine Thorn? This is Sgt. Hale Alexander
with the Texas Ranger Division Company F.” Hale’s voice was a pleasantly raspy tenor with a
thick East Texas drawl. “The Arguello County PD requested my assistance with a mysterious
death. A Lt. Klaus gave me this number. He said, and I quote, ‘May you have the joy of her,’
and washed his hands of this affair. Don’t think you’ve got a fan, ma’am.”

“I’m friendlier when I’m not upset about my aunt dying.”
Gerry felt a pang of frustration, but she appreciated that this guy sounded like he’d be
reasonable. “I appreciate you looking into this. Things aren’t adding up.”

“Well, ma’am, this is highly irregular, involving the Rangers
in this kind of thing, but I’m on my way to Kitsch now from Waco, and we’ll see what there is
to see. The autopsy report had some discrepancies, so your gut may hold true. Don’t go
quotin’ me on that, all right?” Hale cussed under his breath, and the sound of a car horn
interrupted their conversation.

Sounding calmer, he resumed, “Anyhow, I’m gonna have to
view the body before she’s laid to rest, if that’s all right with you, ma’am. I understand
you’re gonna wanna get closure, put her in the ground soon’s you can, but this is
important.”

“Of course. I just came from the funeral home, I can let
them know to hold off picking her up.” She paused and looked up and down the street. “Is
there any way I could join you? I just want to… I think if I saw her with my own eyes it would
help me wrap my head around what happened.”

Discrepancies. That sounded… positive? Not exactly that,
but it was nice to hear that she wasn’t totally losing it. “If she’d had too much wine and
slipped in the tub— that would make sense, but opioids? I just… and there’s a young man,
and… there are things that don’t add up. I want to do right by my aunt.”

“That’s admirable, ma’am. But are you sure you wanna see
your aunt in that state? She’s been autopsied, and she’ll be nekkid as a jaybird on that slab.
It’s gonna stay with you.” Hale didn’t shoot her down, which was something. If anything, he
sounded supportive. There was a steadying warmth in his tone even over the
phone.

“She wouldn’t like my delicate sensibilities getting in the
way of finding out what happened if someone did this to her.” Seeing Tilda’s body wasn’t
something she was looking forward to, but she needed to know. “I’ll be all right.”

“All right then, ma’am. Text me your address to this
number, and I’ll swing ’round and nab you. You’re not gonna wanna drive after. I’m an hour
out.” Hale’s drawl was comforting. While Gerry wasn’t really a small-town girl, she had a
feeling Hale’s good ole boy persona would play well in Kitsch, and no one was going to turn
away a Ranger’s inquiries.

“I’m already downtown. I can…” She looked around and
then shrugged to head to her car. “I’ll just go home, and text you the address. It’s on a
vineyard, so it’s a little out of town, but I imagine an investigator shouldn’t have too hard a
time finding it. Thanks.”

About the Authors

Together, Texans and platonic
life partners Thursday Euclid and Clancy Nacht write queer novels that span genres, with
intense romances and a seamless shared narrative voice.

They published their first
co-written novel, the m/m rock star romance Black Gold, in 2010, and now have over a
decade of award-winning collaborations under their exquisite belts. Recent titles include the
twisted romance His Fake Prison Daddy and the Phisher King series, in which an uptight
federal agent and a bratty hacker go from enemies to lovers while solving a hate
crime.

Though Elder Millennial trans
man Thursday and Gen X gender outlaw Clancy live three hours apart, they are inseparable.
Their friendship is a perfect example of the Grumpy/Sunshine trope, which makes Thursday
very happy. Clancy thinks it’s all right.

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