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.

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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…?

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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.

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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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RELEASE BLITZ: “Seashell Virgin” by Steve Schatz. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Seashell
Virgin

Author: Steve
Schatz

Publisher: Any Summer
Sunday Books

Cover Artist: James –
GoOnWrite.com

Release Date: October 31,
2021

Genre: Humorous Mystery, Gay Friends, Drag

Tropes: Friends overcoming haters,

Themes: Empowering, humor

Heat Rating: 2
flames

Length: 85 000 words/ 288
pages

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

It is part of a series with
related characters and themes, but reading the other books in the series is not required.

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Mystery, Wit &
Drag Queens

Blurb

Fast-paced fun. Touching and tawdry. Churchies, crooks,
and rapscallions scheme to close our only gay bar, rape a forest, and get rich with a

gay-hating charter school. Break-ins, kidnapping, threats, blackmail, bondage, and the most
spectacular drag show the world has ever seen, thrill and delight you as the anti-heroes
from Nacho Mama’s Patio Cafe once more answer the call to set things straight, as it
were.

Excerpt

Chapter 1 – Some Days Suck

Gone! A fourteen-foot truck packed to the tits with geegaws, gowns, and glamour—spirited
away. I had parked it right here, less than thirty minutes before, obvious as a zit on a first
date, across the street from Hoosier Daddy, the town’s only gay bar. Close, so when I got
stuck carrying everything TiaRa del Fuego chose into the dressing rooms backstage, I’d have
less of a struggle. I had already been far too butch for a day off. I had planned for a day full
of napping, occasional attempts at cleaning, some light reading, and more napping. Then
Beau showed up far too early and ever since, I had been far too active for someone of my
tender years and with my lack of motivation.

All that splendor had not just walked itself into the van. No, these arms, these legs, and this
back had been repeatedly besmirched by physical effort and all were letting their
displeasure be known. When I’d pulled up to the bar a few minutes earlier, I wanted,
needed, and deserved a drink, possibly two—while I described the glories that awaited in
the truck to TiaRa and Suave. Timmy had laid the groundwork and my ebullience had sealed
the deal. TiaRa had said she positively hungered for the gowns and baubles. Suave KitTan
had declared she already had a plan to sneak a quantity of the lovely things into her store,
Suave Delights, while evading the watchful eye of her devoted husband Foxy, who had once
again decreed no new stock was allowed until there were sales to match. Suave was always
much more interested in acquisition than disposition. All that remained between me and a
lovely lie down was the actual hand over. So, we went out to complete the exchange.
Simple. But there the truck wasn’t.

“Are you sure you parked it here?” asked TiaRa in much the same tone a mother uses when
asking, “Where did you see it last?”

Swallowing my frustration, I managed to contain my impulse to point out that my age and
mental abilities had not declined to such an extent that I would have forgotten where I had
parked the truck in such a short time. TiaRa, a delicate being, did not deserve snippy replies,
despite my rising alarm.

The truck had been either towed or stolen. One possibility was expensive, and the other
horrifying. I had just promised the contents to TiaRa and Suave and I hated to disappoint
them. Far worse, the truck was actually the property of my latest job. I had only recently

been given keys to the shop and knew where the keys to the truck were kept. No one had
been at work when Beau’s moving emergency arose. The truck wasn’t scheduled to be used,
so I had borrowed it without asking. I just left a note for Brian, the owner. I knew this was
generally acceptable. Others had done it, but I was new and hadn’t taken the liberty before.
If the truck was in any way damaged, I would be looking for a new job. If it had been stolen,
I might be looking for a lawyer. I do not handle stress well. My mouth tends to make talking
motions without actually forming words. Tia and Suave looked at me with growing concern.

Maybe the churchies, I thought.

About the Author

Steve Schatz writes with a
crazy mashup of laughs and excitement and humor. Readers can’t stop reading, but don’t
want the story to end. Each book is an adventure where endearing anti-heroes struggle
against this crazy world and triumph using the twin forces of intentional, creative action and
friends helping friends. Schatz draws on a lifetime of varied and fascinating experiences,
from instructional designer and college prof to party clown and nightclub
owner.

His series of adult fiction
highlights a group of middle-aged gay friends who gather every week in a small, Indiana
college town. Mixing drinks, snappy repartee, and the humor and joy of long-time friends, in
one book they rescue the fair drag queen from an obvious miscreant. In another, they ride
to the protection of a lesbian candidate for judge who is being targeted by mysterious
evil-doers. The excitement reveals itself against a backdrop of drag performance and efforts
by anti-heroes. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll beg for more. Steve Schatz offers a new voice
and a smile for the LGBT community and their friends.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Schoolmaster’s Spy” by Ruby Moone

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Book Title: The
Schoolmaster’s Spy

Author: Ruby Moone

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Meredith
Russell

Release Date: October 28,
2021

Genre: Regency MM

Tropes: School Crushes / King’s spy with trust issues & geeky school
master

Themes: Trust, love, finding a family, self-acceptance

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 93 000
words

It is book three in the
Winsford Green Series
and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Book 1 – Dances Long
Forgotten

Book 2 – People Like Us

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Mark Dexter was the one
boy that schoolmaster, Felix Brook, never forgot. Ten years later, he’s back…

Blurb

With Bonaparte defeated, King’s spy, Captain Mark Dexter
is furious at being sent to investigate the latest headmaster of his old school, rather than a
smuggling ring on the south coast. Things look up considerably when he realises that the
schoolmaster he admired above all others, Felix Brook, is still there. The man who listened
to him, the man who cared about him, the man who is still out of bounds. With only half an
eye on the job, Dexter puts Felix in a compromising position. The mission goes
catastrophically wrong, leaving Felix to bear the brunt of the repercussions. With his
commanding officer after his blood, and Felix running from him, Dexter is desperate to put
things right.

Felix Brook, schoolmaster, is devoted to Hestingley’s school
and its pupils. His life is quiet and unremarkable, but When Mark Dexter turns up at an Old
Boys’ dinner, he turns Felix’s life inside out. In the decade since he last saw him, the wild,
unpredictable schoolboy has become a devastatingly handsome man. Felix can scarcely
believe it when Dexter makes his attraction clear, it’s like a dream come true. Until it all goes
wrong.

Reluctantly thrown together at the Winsford Green annual
Summer Fete, Felix and Dexter attempt to piece together what happened, rebuild trust, and
deal with the searing passion that still burns between them. When the truth is finally
revealed, Felix must not only prove his innocence, but hold tightly to love as Dexter’s world
crumbles beneath him.

Excerpt

Felix yelled aloud at the shock of running into someone in
the dark corridor. A firm hand clamped over his mouth and Felix clutched the strong arm
that held him. When the hand eased a little, he was wondering frantically what to say by
way of explanation for his presence, when a wave of sandalwood mingled with leather hit
him. There was only one person in the world who smelled like that. Only one person with
that underlying scent of manliness. He swallowed and stared at the floor, gathering his
composure. Why would Dexter be here? Why? The conclusion he drew both terrified and
exhilarated him.

The hand over his mouth lifted and Felix had to make
himself not lick his lips.

“Brook?” It was him. Mark Dexter was standing in
front of him, one arm holding him tight. Felix had regretted not taking up the earlier, blatant
invitation with every fibre of his being. Castigated himself as an abject looby for not
responding with at least a smidgeon of sophistication and behaving like the insular, lonely
schoolmaster he was.

“You followed me.” He hadn’t a clue what else to
say.

“Is that what you think?”

Felix had to look up at that. “Well, why else are you
here?”

Moonlight shone through the window beside them, casting
a ghostly glow over Dexter’s head, making his hair look darker and his eyes gleam.

“Why else indeed,” Dexter whispered and stepped closer.
Felix’s instinct was to run, but he held his ground. This was probably the last chance he
would get to spend time with him. Who was he fooling? Spend time? He didn’t want to
spend time, he wanted to… Well, he didn’t know what in God’s name he wanted but it
involved Captain Mark Dexter in his rooms. In his bed, leaning over him, kissing him, feeling
the weight of him. Christ, he wanted him
naked.

“Do you want me to leave?” Dexter was so close he could
feel the warmth from his body.

This was it. All he had to do was say ‘yes’ and he was sure
that Dexter would leave. He had done so last time.

“Mr. Brook?”

“My name is Felix,” he said, surprised at how deep and
rough his voice was.

A smile spread across Dexter’s sculpted features. “Felix,” he
whispered as though tasting the word on his tongue.

“You can’t be calling me Mr. Brook. That man was your
teacher.”

“And this man, Felix?”

Felix shivered as Dexter moved closer. He touched his nose
to Felix’s ear and the breath left Felix’s chest. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opened on

a soundless word, and he leaned into the contact.

Dexter’s hand slid around Felix’s waist, and he pulled him a
tiny bit nearer. He pushed his nose against Felix’s cheek and nuzzled. Felix felt the soft
warmth of his breath, the scent of his skin, and the latent strength in the body that stood so,
so close.

“Might this man, Felix, be my lover for tonight?”

About the Author

Ruby Moone lives in the wilds of Lancashire
with her husband and writes historical and contemporary romance. At school, her teachers
said that she lived with her head in the clouds and if she didn’t stop daydreaming she would
never get anywhere. She never did stop daydreaming, and after years of happily living in the
clouds, decided to write the stories down.

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BOOK BLAST: “Flowers of Flesh and Blood” by Amy Tasukada

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Book Title:
The Yakuza Path 5: Flowers of Flesh and
Blood

Author: Amy
Tasukada

Publisher: ‎ Macarons & Tea Publishing

Release Date: May 28, 2020

Genre: gay thriller, NOT ROMANCE

Tropes: Bad boys, tragic hero, unrequited love

Themes: Mafia, betrayal

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 299
pages

It can be read as a standalone
but you get more if it is read as part of the series.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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A killer. A traitor. A deadly war that could take their love
and their lives…

Blurb

Ruling the Kyoto yakuza makes Nao Murata a perpetual
target, especially with the Koreans encroaching into their territory. An attempt on his life at
his mafia headquarters crosses a line. Setting up his beloved ally Aki as the would-be
assassin crosses another. Nao knows the only way to save his friend’s life is to sever their
growing bond and force Aki to fake his own death…

But Aki Hisona refuses to stay dead. Determined to expose
Nao’s would-be killer and save the man he loves, Aki goes deep undercover in the Korean
underworld. But when he’s asked to prove his loyalty, he risks becoming caught in a web of
his own lies…

With Aki gone and the Kyoto mafia in grave danger, Nao
fears his trust in others could be fatal.

Will Nao and Aki find the traitor in time, or will Nao’s rule
end in bloody chaos?

The Yakuza Path: Flowers of Flesh and Blood
is the powerful fifth installment of
The Yakuza Path thriller series. If you like gritty Japanese crime, richly-nuanced
characters, and slow-burning gay romance, then you’ll love Amy Tasukada’s high-octane
novel.

Buy Flowers of Flesh and Blood to slice into the Japanese underworld today!

The Yakuza Path Series

BOOK 1 – Blood Stained Tea

BOOK 2 – Better Than Suicide

BOOK 3 – One Thousand Cranes

BOOK 4 – The Deafening Silence

BOOK 5 – Flowers of Flesh and Blood

BOOK 6 – Wrapped in Screams

Releasing in November

Pre-Order here

Excerpt

Aki closed his fingers around the paper brim of his empty
coffee cup and ripped another small piece off. Without looking, he added it to the pile on
the table. Mindlessly stuck on repeat, he ripped, added, ripped, added, over and
over.

He’d spent the night in the twenty-four-hour Korean café,
trading off between sleeping in the bathroom and eating cake to justify staying. He’d been
hoping to improve his Korean, but the speakers played nothing but pop songs. Aki learned a
million new ways to tell Nao how he felt but doubted he’d gained the right words to impress
Namjoon.

Another rip.

Another one on the pile.

Another turn of the mangled cup… Another rip.

His ribs tightened in his chest, crushing his heart until it
screamed. He didn’t deserve to be by Nao’s side.

Another turn.

Another rip.

Another sugarcoated song about love.

Aki’s thumb hit the bottom of the cup. Nothing more to
tear up but himself.

He stood, bones aching from napping on the bathroom
floor. He needed a bed, and the only way was with Namjoon’s help.

About the Author

International best-selling
author Amy Tasukada writes thrilling times of crime, love, and gore. Readers who crave
diverse characters, unique settings, and edge-of-your-seat action will devour her
Yakuza Path series. Readers who seek less blood and more love will swoon
over the
Yakuza Path
Romance
and Would it Be Okay to Love You? Series. Amy is an atheist, queer author who enjoys drinking tea,
Japanese street fashion and visual kei music. Her calico cat, O’Hara, is never far from her
side. Amy lives in North Texas, but is always planning her next trip to Japan.

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BOOK BLAST: “The Deafening Silence” by Amy Tasukada

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Book Title: The Yakuza
Path: The Deafening Silence (Book 4)

Author: Amy
Tasukada

Publisher: ‎ Macarons & Tea Publishing

Release Date: December 1, 2018

Genre: Gay thriller, NOT ROMANCE

Tropes: Bad boys, tragic hero, unrequited love

Themes: Mafia, betrayal

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 235
pages

It can read as a standalone
but you get more if you follow the series.

The book ends on a cliffhanger.

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An unproven alliance. A
broken promise. A mafia boss must shed blood to secure peace…

Blurb

Nao Murata is on the verge of brokering peace between his
syndicate and the Mafufugumi mob. To seal the deal, he’ll need
to pick up Russian
prostitutes to appease his newest ally. When the exchange goes sour, both sides draw
blades and Nao has no choice but to care for a blood-soaked enemy. If the man doesn’t
make it through the night, Nao and his crew will pay with their lives.

Outnumbered and stranded in enemy territory, Nao is
forced to fight his way out before the Mafufugumi Godfather takes the deal off the table. As
his wounded enemy’s heartbeat slows, Nao must act fast or condemn his syndicate to a
brutal war.

The Deafening Silence is the fourth book in a series of Japanese mafia thrillers. If you
like twisty action, authentic settings, and a touch of gay romance, then you’ll love Amy
Tasukada’s pulse-pounding series.

Buy The Deafening Silence to immerse yourself in a bloody mafia
tale today!

The Yakuza Path Series

BOOK 1 – Blood Stained Tea

BOOK 2 – Better Than Suicide

BOOK 3 – One Thousand Cranes

BOOK 4 – The Deafening Silence

BOOK 5 – Flowers of Flesh and Blood

BOOK 6 – Wrapped in Screams

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Excerpt

A car’s engine accelerating pulled Aki’s attention away from
the phone. His eyes grew wide as a red Ferrari 458 pulled up in front of him. The sculpted
body and raised headlights on the fenders sent a shiver down Aki’s spine. He was in
love.

The door opened, and Shinji stepped out wearing tight
black jeans and a red plaid coat with a few more zippers than necessary to give it a rocker
vibe. But that car!

“You like it?” Shinji asked, gesturing to the sweetest ride
Aki had been able to get close to in a long time.

“Like it?” Aki ran his hand across the warm hood. “I’m
ready to propose.”

Shinji leaned over beside Aki and tapped the hood. “She
does have one hell of a purr when she’s hot.”

Shinji’s red jacket rode up and revealed jeans hugging his
ass like a second skin. He was showing off, but at the same time, Aki didn’t mind. If Nao
could sleep with some Russian bastard, Aki could stare at the ass of an attractive guy with an
even hotter car.

“You want to drive?” Shinji tossed the keys to Aki, who
caught them in one hand.

“You mean it?”

“I don’t tease—at least not outside the bedroom.”

No other keys ever felt like they belonged in his hand. Aki
shoved the briefcase in the back and slid into the driver’s seat. He brushed his hands over
the fine leather detail. His fingers were made for the steering wheel.

“I always wanted to drive something like this.”

Shinji got beside him. “Murata doesn’t let you drive his
flashy cars?”

Aki laughed. “Domestic brands aren’t known for their
looks.”

“Jun told us he didn’t buy things not made by Japanese
companies, but I didn’t believe him.”

“It’s true—everything from cars to suits. The only foreign
thing he touches is his tea.”

“And a good hooker.”

Aki slammed on the gas, peeling out onto the
street.

“Show-off.” Shinji grinned.

Aki asked, “Where’s the pawn shop?”

Shinji grabbed on to the door and let out a small laugh.
“Good thing we have a deal with the cops.”

“Really? I’ve had a hard time getting ahold of Jun.”

“You have to ask the right person.”

“I see. Who’s the right person?”

“I forgot his name since I just deal with our Russia
allies.”

Aki floored the accelerator, speeding through a changing
light. “Father Murata is disappointed he hasn’t been released yet.”

“Don’t worry. We don’t want to raise suspicion. He’ll be
released by the time we get back from the exchange with the Russians.”

More like get done holding Jun hostage. Nao was right.
Something was off about the whole trip.

Aki slowed to a stop at a red light. The engine purred as if
crying to be set free. Sports cars weren’t meant to be stuck idling.

Shinji pointed. “It’ll be a right at the next light.”

Shinji’s hair fell in his eyes, and he swept it back. Even with
the coat, his biceps bulged. Nao kept his muscles lean, refining them in a boxing ring rather
than lifting weights like Shinji must’ve done to get them so large.

Aki licked his lips. Both were appealing in their own way.
Shinji probably would look hotter pinning Aki’s hands above his head and would have much
more power behind each of his slamming thrusts. He could imagine the marks left on his
back from being banged against the wall. Shinji could mark his body anyway he wanted. A
small moan left the back of Aki’s throat, and if Shinji had heard it, he thankfully didn’t react,
but Aki’s body had.

He blamed it on the car and the way it vibrated when they
stopped. Not the fact that Shinji was objectively the hottest guy who’d ever hit on him
before. Aki hadn’t just imagined what sex with him would be like for a full light
change.

The light switched to green and Aki peeled out, hoping it
would distract Shinji enough not to notice the bulge growing in Aki’s trousers.

About the Author

International best-selling
author Amy Tasukada writes thrilling times of crime, love, and gore. Readers who crave
diverse characters, unique settings, and edge-of-your-seat action will devour her
Yakuza Path series. Readers who seek less blood and more love will swoon
over the
Yakuza Path
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and Would it Be Okay to Love You? Series. Amy is an atheist, queer author who enjoys drinking tea,
Japanese street fashion and visual kei music. Her calico cat, O’Hara, is never far from her
side. Amy lives in North Texas, but is always planning her next trip to Japan.

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BOOK BLAST: “CLUBBED: A Story of Gay Love: Trials, Tribulations, and Triumphs” by Robert A. Karl. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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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
ends just as HIV is beginning to infect the gay community.

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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 BLAST: “Lillian and the Italians” by David Gee

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Book Title: Lillian and the Italians

Author:  David Gee

Publisher:  The Conrad Press

Cover Artist: Charlotte Mouncey

Release Date:  April 11, 2021

Genres: 1960s Mafia Romance/Romance Thriller

Tropes: Bi-guys and their parents

Themes: Mother comes to terms with finding her son is bisexual

Heat Rating:  2 flames       

Length: 101 000 words/ 366 pages

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

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Venice, Amalfi – secrets and danger

Blurb

Looking for her wayward son in 1960s Italy, an English widow encounters revelations and begins a dangerous romance.

In Venice Lillian Rutherford meets the ex-gigolo who has shared the last four years of Andrew’s life; his disclosures force her to confront a side of her son that she never suspected – he is bisexual. Going on to Amalfi, she meets the charismatic Prince Massimo Monfalcone, whose gay playboy son is being held to ransom in Corsica with Andrew. Massimo distracts Lillian with his life story: his first wife was murdered in a Sicilian blood-feud; his second wife killed herself because of his infidelity. As they wait for news of their sons, a bond grows between Lillian and the Prince…

Excerpt 

Massimo led her across to a wooden bench overlooking the steps down to the platform of rock and the barely whispering sea. ‘I love this house,’ he said as they sat down, ‘but the Amalfi coast doesn’t have much to offer the boys compared to Sardinia or some of the other jet-set hang-outs. Positano used to be chic but it’s become very touristy.’

‘At their age a touristy place ought to be what they’d want: discotheques and bars.’ 

‘Fausto’s happier in a crypt full of old ledgers, and Fabio prefers to be seen where it’s fashionable to be seen. If he was hanging about in low dives with working-class types and slumming tourists I’d be worried about his security. There’s safety in numbers with his rich society friends, but I do worry that he may acquire a taste for dangerous vices.’

Lillian took a deep breath that owed nothing to the steps. She said: ‘I hope Andrew won’t be a bad influence on him.’

Massimo stared deep into her eyes. He said: ‘On the contrary, he may be a better influence than some of the crowd he usually hangs around with. Your son has a certain amount of culture and sophistication. Perhaps some of that will rub off on Fabio.’

‘Have you met my son?’

He nodded. ‘At Fabio’s birthday party in Siena last April. I didn’t stay long, I didn’t want to spoil his fun with his young friends, but, yes, I met Andrew. He has a lot of charm and although he pretends to be shallow and cynical, I could see that he was a man of sensitivity and deep feelings underneath.’ He paused, still looking at her. ‘The sensitivity he gets from you, I’m quite sure. The shallowness is, I think, a thing of his own making. His looks come from his father’s side, I guess, but there’s something that connects you and him just as there is with me and Fabrizio although he’s the image of his mother. That something, that connection, is what has brought you to Italy. I would go to the ends of the earth for either of my sons.’

A driver tooted his impatience on the next headland. Lillian’s eyes were filmed with tears which she managed not to shed. ‘We’re keeping them waiting,’ she said, gesturing at the group of men at the car.

‘They are paid to wait,’ he said bluntly. ‘This is an important moment for you, for us.’ He took her right hand and held it between both of his. ‘Lillian, if you need to cry, you should cry. There can be no shame between us, the parents of two difficult sons.’

Freeing her hand, she took another deep breath. ‘My son is homosexual,’ she said, meeting his penetrating gaze.

‘I know this,’ he said.

‘He’s more than twice the age of your – Fabio.’ The boy’s name was finally fixed in her mind. ‘He may – corrupt him.’

Massimo smiled into her eyes. ‘My dear Lillian, it’s possible that my useless son will “corrupt” Andrew, who has given up the practice of interior design to go sailing with him. My son too seems to be homosexual. Of course at seventeen he may grow out of it, although I think not in his case. It’s a disappointment, but there are worse things he could be.’

‘I can’t think of many,’ said Lillian wretchedly.

He mocked her with a gentle laugh and patted her hands. ‘By the time I was seventeen I’d made love to every available girl in our village as well as some of their mothers and even some of their brothers.’ Lillian, with an effort, managed not to look shocked. ‘I was lucky,’ he continued. ‘Girls were supposed to be virgins until they married, but a surprising number of them were available for the grandson of Don Massimo Monfalcone. For many Sicilian boys to this day homosexual activity is one of the more respectable ways of acquiring a bit of experience before marriage.’

Lillian supposed he was hinting at some form of degeneracy that was thankfully beyond the reach of her imagination. ‘I shouldn’t be telling you this,’ he apologized. ‘I’m trying to make the point that boys do things they mostly grow out of. I did. Andrew apparently hasn’t. Maybe Fabio will, maybe he won’t, but whatever happens I don’t think your son will have much to do with it.’

‘Between you and Carlo I seem to be getting a whole new sexual education at the age of fifty,’ she said.

He laughed again. ‘Is that how old you are? One would never think so.’

About the Author 

David Gee has worked in London and the Persian Gulf. His previous novels include Shaikh-Down and The Bexhill Missile Crisis, a prequel to Lillian and the Italians. He lives on the UK south coast near Brighton. His website and blog are at: www.davidgeebooks.com

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