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Book Title: My Iron Knight (An Enemy Territory Story)

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: April 12,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Biker Romance,
Action/Suspense/Drama

Tropes: Forbidden love, Enemies to Lovers, Small Town
Romance

Themes: Redemption

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 32 900 words/ 137
pages

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

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Dash Cassidy loves his
town even more than his bike, but his priorities have a violent shift in gear when an
irresistible Russian hitman comes along.

Blurb

Darius ‘Dash’ Cassidy has ended up president of the small
town of Salvation’s Iron Knights motorcycle gang, almost by accident. His sister, Zara, is the
more business-savvy and ambitious of the two, but their father—the infamous Butch
Cassidy—was far from politically correct, so Dash was left in charge.

Up to now, Dash has been more than happy to muscle his
way through life as his father did before him, even if he is starting to suspect that something
might be missing.

But now there’s a new player in town. Iris Damaro has
plans to make Salvation the center of her international smuggling operation. Dash isn’t
going to sit still while Damaro steamrolls through his town, but when the crime boss sends
her alluring Russian number two, Nikita Vasiliev, to do her negotiating, Dash realizes he may
be in over his head.

Can Dash figure out where his priorities lie before his
town—or his heart—is lost forever?

Excerpt

The doorbell jangled and in stepped Nikita Vasiliev.

He was perfect, not a speck of dust or gleam of sweat on
him. He wore a tight black T-shirt and jeans, which did very little to stop Dash from picturing
what might lay underneath. His bare arms were surprisingly toned, the muscles sliding
under his pale skin as he moved. His smile was thin and his eyes, like white-hot needles,
drove right into Dash’s belly. His suited shadows followed, their expressions hidden by
sunglasses.

“I told her the same thing I told you,” Vasiliev said
smoothly. “I told her to think about it.”

Dash stood, his hand on his gun. Furniture scraped as the
diners stood and looked vainly at the exit, now blocked by the suited goons.

“No, please,” Vasiliev said as he came forward, sinuous as a
snake, his fine-boned hands held out, palms up. “Do not let us interrupt your meals.” The
diners slowly lowered themselves back to their seats, and the Russian turned his smile on

Dash. “Mr. Cassidy, let’s not ruin these fine people’s mornings.”

“What do you want, Vasiliev?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Your pronunciation is improving.
Did you look it up on YouTube?”

“Gentlemen,” Rosie barked, “this here may be an old-
fashioned business, but it’s still my business. Either you order something or take your
business elsewhere.”

“I’d say that’s fair,” the Russian said, perusing the menu on
the wall. “My associates will take a coffee. I believe I would very much like to try
your…blueberry pancakes?”

“Comin’ up,” she said, nodding reassuringly at Big Bill
through the hatch, as his face had grown stormy. “Cassidy?” she said, tilting her chin. “I
don’t care who your daddy were. My place, my rules.”

“Refill,” he said without moving.

A wider smile spread over Vasiliev’s sculpted mouth. He
drifted past Dash to a booth against the wall. “Shall we act like civilized adults?”

Dash glanced at the heavies as they took stools at the end
of the counter, between him and the door, and sat.

Vasiliev lowered himself into the seat opposite,
interweaving his long fingers on the scarred Formica tabletop. Dash realized for the first
time that his fingers were slightly crooked, the skin webbed with scars as fine as silver
thread.

Rosie slapped a plate of pancakes and a syrup jug on the
table. She set a fresh coffee in front of Dash with a hard look then hastened back behind the
counter.

“What are you doing here?” Dash asked in a low voice.

“Quite incredible,” Vasiliev said, pouring syrup on the
pancakes. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“You don’t scare me, Vasiliev.”

“Don’t I?” He met Dash’s eyes as he lifted a forkful of
pancake to his mouth. He chewed, scowled then pushed the plate away. “Bliaha. How can
you have something so sweet for breakfast? May I?” Before Dash could speak, Vasiliev had
sipped from Dash’s mug, his blue eyes boring into his over the rim. “Ah,” he said, lowering

the cup. “Seems America does get some things right.”

“What do you want with Rosie?” Dash said, fighting to keep
his voice under control.

“I came to see if she had had any further thoughts on our
proposal,” Vasiliev said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “But I’m guessing her position is
as yet unchanged. No matter. She has thirteen more days…just like you.”

“What happens then?”

“That’s our business.”

Dash leaned forward on his elbows. “Your boss may be
used to getting what she wants, but she won’t get what she wants from us.”

“Then she’ll kill you all.”

“I’d like to see her try.”

About the Author

S.J. Coles is a Romance writer originally from Shropshire, UK.
She has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to read them. Her biggest
passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.

She finds writing
LGBT/paranormal romance provides many unique and fulfilling opportunities to explore
many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation,
emotion and sexuality.

Among her biggest influences
are LGBT Romance authors K J Charles and Josh Lanyon and Vampire Chronicles author Anne
Rice.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Green Eye Boy” by BL Maxwell.

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Book Title: Green Eyed
Boy

Author and Publisher: BL
Maxwell

Cover Artist: J.M. Walker

Release Date: April 6,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance

Tropes: Small Town Romance,
vacation romance, workplace romance

Themes: Fresh start, Moves
for Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: approx. 25-30 000
words

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

It is part of the All American
Boy Series.

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Blurb

After quitting his job, Billie Watts hits all the food festivals
he can as he drives across the country. When he finally reaches Stony Brook, Maine, he’s
excited to find he’s there just in time to try one of the lobster rolls he’s heard so much
about. The bright neon yellow food truck with a giant red lobster on top looks like the
perfect place to try it.

Lance Karl is as ready as he can be for the start of the
three-day Tall Ships Festival and hopes to sell enough lobster rolls out of his food truck to
make a good start towards owning a restaurant. The day begins cold and misty, and a text
from his nephew saying he can’t help him is not the perfect start he’d hoped for.

When a green-eyed stranger interrupts his frantic morning,
Lance doesn’t realize meeting Billie will not only change his day, but maybe even the rest of
his life. Two strangers, drawn together over their work ethic, and sealing the deal over
delicious lobster rolls. They could just be the perfect match.

A small-town MM vacation romance.

Excerpt

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, I took a big bite.

It was delicious. Sweet lobster in a light mayonnaise sauce with just a touch of lemon juice
and chives. But the bread, the bread made it, which was saying a lot for a lobster roll. I
wondered if he baked it himself or if he outsourced it, then gave myself a mental slap for
worrying about the business side rather than just enjoying how good the roll was.

I finished eating far too soon and hated I’d only ordered one. As I stood and debated getting
another, I noticed the long line that had formed while I’d been sitting. The guy inside was
rushing around, and from where I stood it didn’t look like he had any hope of filling all the
orders he was about to get.

My feet were in motion before my brain had a chance to catch up. “Need some help?” I
asked as I cracked open the door he’d entered at the side of the truck.

“Are you kidding? Because if you’re kidding, I’m probably gonna hurt you. But if you’re
serious, what are you doing standing there? Put an apron on”—he pointed at the door—
“the order book is right here.” He tossed the order pad and pen at me, as I tied on the apron
I found hung on the door. “Have you worked in a restaurant before?” he asked as he rushed
back to fill the orders he’d just taken.

“Yes, many times. What do you want me to do?”

“Take the orders, I’ll fill them.”

“Got it.” I walked out to the line and asked the people at the front if they’d ordered before I
worked my way toward the end, bragging about how good the food was as I went, and
taking a lot of orders I hoped he’d be able to fill. “You won’t be disappointed, believe me. I

drove all the way out here from California just to try a lobster roll, and I can honestly say it
was totally worth it,” I told whoever would listen as they waited patiently.

About the Author

BL Maxwell grew up in a
small town listening to her grandfather spin tales about his childhood. Later she became an
avid reader and after a certain vampire series she became obsessed with fanfiction. She
soon discovered Slash fanfiction and later discovered the MM genre and was hooked.

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Book Title: Hot Stepdad Summer

Author: Iris Faire

Cover Artist: Iris
Faire

Release Date: January 30,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM
Romance LGBTQ Romance, Romantic Suspense

Tropes: Taboo -stepdad,forbidden love, bisexual and gay awakenings,
mafia suspense

Themes: Coming out,
acceptance, found family, first loves

Length: 33 000 words/ 122
pages

Heat Rating: 4.5 flames
(There are a few steamy scenes that get spicy and intimate and real for our main couple –
but nothing involving BDSM. Maybe a tiny bit of hands around the throat, that’s
it.)

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Only one man could save
me. What I found in him was unexpected.

Blurb

Wrongs righted. Love fated. Passionate desires unleashed.

I didn’t need a protector. And I wanted more than a hot

alpha possessing me.

I desired love. What I found in him was unexpected. If only
the world around us would stop judging, we would have a chance to build a life
together.

When the past caught up to me and a friend, dark forces
surrounded us.

Only one man could save me.

It turned out his protection, his possession, and his love all
claimed me, fulfilling every dream possible.

Iris Faire weaves a tale of past wrongs righted, of love fated, and passionate desires
explored. The quick read romp ends in a happy ever after. It can be read as a stand alone,
but will have you wishing for more in the interconnected Stepdad Summer Series.

Excerpt

“Who were those guys?” His fists balled up on my stomach,
and I heard the crack of his jawline tightening with teeth gnashing. These signs of his
possession turned my heart to jelly.

“Relax there, Mr. Protective. They were punk ass college
guys on spring break. Never saw them again. And I haven’t been with anyone since . . . Until
last night. With you.”

“Me? So you were my first in forever, and I was as well for
you?” He squeezed me tighter.

“Hm-hmm. After your birthday, I intended to quit for sure.
But then you came to see me. So I danced for you. And then I kept going, wondering if you
might come back. And you did. Every Tuesday and Thursday, when Mom had her meetings
like clockwork. Somehow, you made me feel safe. And . . . I enjoyed dancing for you. I liked
your eyes following my every move.”

“Don’t go back. I don’t want you there. I can’t stand the
thought of other men watching you, touching your G-string or going anywhere near your
skin.”

I tightened our hold once again, wiggling my bottom
against his half hard morning wood. “Hm. So you’re the jealous type. I like it.”

“Yeah, maybe I am. Besides, I should have stopped you
when I first saw you. If I had given any thought to how dangerous it might be for you there .

. . maybe Nico wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Fucking Nico,” I said with upmost affection for my friend.
“It probably didn’t matter. His drug use would have still gotten out of hand, maybe slower is
all.”

“Still, don’t go back. Quit today.”

“And work where? I can’t stay at moms, and can’t stay at
Dominic’s. It’s nice of you to offer here, but I need a job to afford my own place.” I already
had a printout of some jobs to check on for the week. Coffee barista, nighttime janitor . . .
nothing really appealing, but my options narrowed without a degree or career trajectory. I’d
go to hell before admitting Mom was right about college.

“Stay with me. I’ll take care of us until you find something
else.”

“Yeah?” I twisted, facing him, and cupped his cheek. I hung
on every hope for what this meant between us.

“Hm-hmm.”

I brushed his lips, taking full advantage of this euphoric
morning feeling. This thing right now between us, undefined, yet perfect. Undeterred by an
uncertain future, simply luxuriating in each other’s arms before time or whatever life threw
at us took it away.

He worked down, brushing his lips across my neck and
Adam’s apple.

“Mm. If I stay with you, does it mean I get more of your lips
all over me?”

“Whatever you want, I’m happy to provide,” he said,
pushing me onto my back. Brushing his whiskers down my torso followed by his soft lips and
tongue, every move of his grew like little reassurances of our path ahead, freely exploring
whatever this was between us.

About the Author

Iris writes from the comfort
of her kitchen, while sipping vanilla lattes on a good day—even in summer. Writing MM
Romance is a nice distraction from her many other commitments, like needle-working,
homemaking, and mom taxi service. While it’s terrible fun to invest time in her book

characters, she’s not expecting to quit her day job anytime soon.

Visit her website
to keep up to date on her latest work in
progress.

On a more serious note: Iris
has a teen who is trans. And she loves them with her whole heart and soul.

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Book Title: The Runner

Author: Thom Collins

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Release Date: January 18, 2022

Genre:  Contemporary M/M Romance, Erotic romance, Sports

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, sporting heroes, 

Themes: Reconnecting, rivalries, forgiveness 

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 30 353 words/ 121 pages

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

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An Olympic hero faces his longest run – to make up for the past.

 

Blurb

Alex Schaefer is a sports journalist and commentator at the top of his game. He hosts a successful weekly podcast has just written the biography of a world class football player. With his career on an upward trajectory, Alex has never been busier. There is no time in his life for love or romance.

Ethan Bower was used to success. As a British sprinter, he won a host of silver and gold medals at the Olympics, European and Commonwealth championships, and spent over a decade at the top. Persistent injuries brought Ethan’s career to an abrupt halt in his mid-thirties. Now he has to start over again. Trying to get his foot in the door of athletics commentary and presenting isn’t easy.

Ethan and Alex have history. Eight years ago, at the height of Ethan’s success, Alex was chosen to ghost write his autobiography. An experience they would both rather forget. Ethan hated what Alex wrote about him; a fact he’s made very public. When Ethan attends the launch of Alex’s latest book, they meet again for the first time in years and something becomes apparent to both of them – they have each improved with age. Now in their thirties, they are older and more mature.

Can they put the past behind them and their ambitions for the future to take a chance on each other now? 

 

Excerpt 

Alex held back a moment, observing. Ethan was taller than he remembered, and with the increased bulk across his shoulders, he had a very statuesque physique. His clothes looked well made, and he wore them well. Something stirred within Alex, an excitement that caused his whole body to tingle and concentrate in his groin. Ethan Bower roused him in a way he would never have thought possible.

Alex knew that attraction would die in seconds if Ethan was the same bullish prick he used to know.

Only one way to find out.

“Hello, Ethan,” he said, stepping up beside him. “It’s been a long time.”

As Ethan turned to look at him, there was uncertainty on his face just for a second before his mouth spread into a wide grin. There were short dimples which cut into his cheeks when he smiled—Alex had forgotten about those—and he had a day’s worth of stubble on his chin, which suited him a lot. Any more would give away his natural ginger colouring, which the careful highlights in his hair tried to disguise.

“Alex,” he said, shoving out his hand. “Congratulations. I had no idea you were involved in the book until I arrived.”

He pumped Alex’s hand harder than necessary. Over-compensating? Nervous? Ethan had never struck him as a man who suffered from social anxiety, but the way he grabbed his drink off the bar and knocked off a third of it in one go suggested that maybe he was.

Or he’s pissed off to see me and too polite to say so.

“You’re looking good. I was sorry to hear about all the injuries. I thought you’d be good for one more round of medals.”

Ethan shrugged. “They come to all of us. You can’t push your body so hard for all those years and not expect consequences. It would be nice to have added another Olympics to the tally, but it is what is. I can’t do anything about it now.”

Alex’s gaze was drawn to Ethan’s stunning green eyes. Shit. How could he have forgotten about those? They were mesmerizing. There had definitely been a change in his face since they’d seen each other last. There were deep lines around his eyes and the corners of his mouth and there could even be a touch of grey in the hair around his ears. Alex realised he had known Ethan when he was still a boy. The person who stood in front of him now was all man.

“It’s nice to run into you after all this time,” Alex said. “I had no idea who was coming tonight.”

Those green eyes looked deep into his. “Are you kidding? I won’t miss it. This is going to the biggest sports book of the year. Everyone is interested in Fernando’s story. Not just here, but worldwide. You’re onto a real winner with this one.”

Alex shrugged. “It’s his story, not mine. I just helped to put it on the page for him.”

“Did Fernando seek you out personally? I kind of think he must have. None of those straight dude football writers could tell it with the authenticity of another gay man.”

“He did. For that very reason, I think. He felt more comfortable talking to a gay writer. The publishers were torn. They wanted either a much bigger name or an anonymous ghost writer who would do what they were told and wouldn’t ask for credit.”

Ethan gave a soft laugh. “You mean like my book?”

“Those were different times.”

“I guess so. And we were different people. I know I was.”

Could this be true? Was Ethan admitting he’d been an arsehole in his younger days? “Everyone is different in their twenties. I don’t think we really grow up until we’re around thirty. Look at Fernando. He was twenty-nine when he finally came out, despite knowing he was gay all of his life.”

Ethan nodded and took another sip of his drink. “Everything turns out all right in the end, I suppose.”

 

About the Author 

 

Thom Collins is the author of Closer by Morning, North Point and the Anthem Trilogy. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age, but in 2013 he realized cruising is the best way to see the world.

Check out his website for news updates and a free ebook, The Night.

 

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Book Title: Red’s Wolf

Author: Beth
Laycock

Publisher: Rainbow Romance
Press

Cover Artist: Free To Be
Creative Co

Release Date: November 10,
2021

Genre: Paranormal romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers, age gap, snowed-in together

Themes: Found family, learning to accept yourself

Heat Rating: 3 – 4 flames

Length: approx 28 000
words

It is the first book in a series
of standalone books/novellas and d
oes not end on
a cliffhanger.

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A fairy-tale retelling
with a paranormal twist!

Blurb

Concerned for his gran’s health, Red braves the
snow-covered forest to ensure she’s safe in the worsening weather. After several encounters
over recent months, Red is both hoping to run into the huntsman again whilst also dreading
he might because he knows their friendship can’t lead to more, no matter how much he
wishes it might.

A glimpse of his huntsman distracts Red and he stumbles
away from the safety of the woodland path straight into the danger known as the wolf of
Bowland. Shaken, but unharmed, Red manages to escape to the safety of his gran’s cottage
to recover.

Despite Red’s reservations, the pair grow closer after they
end up snowed in together at the huntsman’s cabin, but can Aldrich help Red accept there is
nothing wrong with who he is? Or will Red let his secret and insecurities come between
them? Especially when he finds out his huntsman is hiding a secret of his own.

This M/M romance from Beth Laycock features friends
to lovers, an age gap, snowed-in together, shifters and witches, and of course a
HEA.

Excerpt

I stopped as I reached the twisted oak and drew in a deep
breath, and then slowly blew it out in a plume of white vapour. Hope warred with
trepidation. I didn’t know the man all that well, we’d met a handful of times over the last
few months in the woods to stop and talk, but I knew enough that I liked the man and
wanted to discover more about him.

And those encounters in the secluded woods had left me
wanting more. More glimpses of the toned body that was hinted at beneath his clothes.
More opportunities to listen to his lilting, almost musical voice as we chatted about
everything and nothing. More chances to lose my senses in his intoxicating musky scent with
that spicy hint of cinnamon.

And didn’t that just spell trouble with a capital T. Looking
forward to seeing the huntsman could only lead to heartache. I doubted one night with him
would be anywhere near enough. And I didn’t do relationships.
Couldn’t.

With a brush of my palm over the twisted oak’s trunk, I
veered off to the right and towards Gran’s. The hairs on the back of my neck lifted and as I
raised my gaze…there he was. As if thinking about him had conjured him out of thin air, and
I sucked in an icy breath.

Crouched in the distance, blurred by the snow that had
begun to fall again, but I’d have recognised him anywhere. I took a step towards him.
Adrenaline surged through my veins as excitement and anticipation spurred me closer. I
couldn’t drag my gaze off him as he reached out a hand to the snow.

What is he doing?

Too engrossed by the vision of the huntsman, I must have
wandered to the edge of the path because I stumbled over a small boulder hidden beneath
the blanket of snow. I cried out as I fell, throwing out my hands to break my fall and to try to
keep me on the path as my gran’s warnings rang out in my head.
Never leave the path, Red. It’s not safe in the woods if you’re not
on the path, that’s the only place I can protect you out there
.

But it was too late. As my elbow connected with the
ground, it was cushioned by the soft earth of the forest floor instead of hard stone. Pain
ripped through my body, and every bone ached as the curse took hold of me.

I rolled onto my side as my hands morphed into paws,
claws flicking out, and grey fur sprouting over every inch of my skin. My eyes shifted
position and my vision dimmed to only muted colours as my sense of hearing
heightened—the scuffle of some small animal scurrying away along a branch, the whisper of
the snow falling on the ground, the slow, deep breaths of the huntsman in the
distance—and my ears twitched.

My fangs dropped from my gums to replace my useless
regular teeth, and my nose lengthened into a snout as the smells of the forest overwhelmed
me. I could scent the huntsman even from this distance. And that tug I felt in my chest every
time I saw him intensified to the point I almost threw my head back and howled.

The cinnamon tang of him had saliva dripping from my
fangs, and I shuddered at the thought of sinking them into his warm, soft flesh. I shook my
head, trying to rid the idea from my mind as I scrambled to my paws, but I could almost feel
the give of his skin beneath my fangs as they sliced through him.

My wolf did not control me. I would not bite a human. My
heart throbbed at the thought, especially at the notion of harming the huntsman. It seemed
wrong somehow, even though it was in my wolf nature to kill, and I couldn’t deny that weird
urge—
bite, bite, bite—whenever I was around him.

The snap of a twig made me flinch. It was so loud and
brought my surroundings back into sharp focus. A glance over my shoulder confirmed my
worst fears. The huntsman was headed straight for me.

I bounded away in the other direction, dodging between
trees in the hope of shaking him off my trail. Of course, I didn’t. He was a huntsman and he
easily tracked my paw prints in the snow despite the fact he couldn’t match my
pace.

I circled back to where I’d stumbled off the path, crossing
over my original paw prints to throw him off my tail. My tongue lolled out despite the cold
nip in the air. I darted behind the twisted oak tree, my ears twitching as I listened for the
huntsman. Nothing.

I hung my head and drew in a breath. The big bad wolf
escapes his hunter.

About the Author

Beth Laycock’s books are
influenced by her time living overseas as well as the gritty, urban landscape of the north of
England where she grew up. She has been reading romance since she was old enough to tell
herself that line every book lover does—just one more chapter.

As a teenager, she attempted
to write her first novel, and many more since then are still gathering dust on her bookshelf.
It wasn’t until she discovered the M/M genre that her muse showed up and refused to quit
telling her stories about beautiful men finding love together. She hasn’t stopped scribbling
them down since. Beth’s muse usually shows up when she is in the shower, is allergic to
cleaning, rarely lets her watch TV, and insists she drinks copious amounts of coffee so she
can turn caffeine into words.

Beth’s books range from
sweet to sexy, long to short, contemporary to paranormal, but a HEA is always
guaranteed.

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Book Title: EXHALE
(
London Love 1.5)

Author: Sophia
Soames

Publisher: Self
Published

Cover Artist: Christina
Stern

Release Date: October 25,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Instalove, First Date

Themes: Fairytale sweetness

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 29 000
words

It is a standalone story, but
best enjoyed if you have read Breathe first.

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A sweet tale of figuring
out that the future isn’t always straight.

Blurb

What do you do when your relationship falls apart? Well,
you bury yourself in a deep hole of grief, one you have so carelessly dug for yourself. Jamie
Walters needs to find a way out of the mess his life has become, but the way forward is not
as straight as he thought it would have been. What’s the point anyway? Women are off the

menu but Jamie still wants the entire textbook fairy-tale. The romantic dates and the
flowers and holding hands in the dark, and Grindr certainly isn’t the place to find your
happily ever after..

Catch up with Jamie and the rest of the Walters
family in this sweet little insta-love fairy-tale where Jamie finally gets his happily ever after,
Originally published as part of the Love is All Anthology,
Exhale has been reedited and extended to the quirky little
fairy-tale it was always meant to be.


Exhale is a standalone novella but is best
enjoyed after reading Breathe.

Trigger warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy
loss.

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Excerpt from EXHALE

“No, no, I’m not a virgin.” I dug my hands into my pockets.
“I mean, I’ve hooked up with people before. I’ve had sex. It’s just, it never leads
anywhere…”

And I was off again, jabbering so fast the cigarette flew
from my lips and almost rolled off the platform. I didn’t know where to look as my mouth
kept blurting more nonsense. I couldn’t look at him. Fuck. Talk about embarrassing. How did
people do this? How did they get over themselves? I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“…either they never call again, or they leave before we
even get our clothes off. I’m just…hopeless at everything, apparently.” I rounded up my little
Ted Talk, picked up the cigarette, then stood there not knowing what to do with it. I didn’t
want to put the damn thing back in my mouth. There was no bin. Fuck my life.

Why the hell had I told him all that? Really, Leo?

Leo, Leo mon enfant terrible. I could hear my mother’s voice in my head, scolding me for my
stupidity, although she’d probably have been laughing too much to tell me off. She’d moved
back to France a few years ago, taken a lover, and then another. She was the queen of
hook-ups. I had no idea where she met these men, but they were a new constant in her
life—something she didn’t have when I was growing up. It had been just her and me back
then, and we’d lived well. Stable. I’d had a good childhood, I honestly couldn’t complain. But
there had been no one in my mother’s life and she’d obviously been lonely. Now she wasn’t.
She was happily shagging around like a teenager, and secretly, I loved that she did. I loved
that she was having fun. At least one of us was.

“Why am I intimidating?” he asked, shuffling his feet. “I
don’t mean to be. We don’t have to do anything. We can just go for a coffee if you
want?”

“I don’t like coffee,” I muttered like a petulant child. “Look,
I’m French, and obviously wired wrong because I’m both lactose and gluten intolerant and I
don’t like coffee. So, all that bread and cheese shit is out—”

“You don’t sound French.”

“Grew up here, didn’t I?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s why I have a crap name. Leo Jacques
Leblond.”

“I think your name’s great.”

“Try spelling it every time you give it to someone on the
phone. It’s annoying.”

“Hmm.” He was staring at me again, like he had the world
at his booted feet. Doc Martens, for fuck’s sake. All polished up and fully visible below his
too-short, chequered trousers. He had some ripped, multicoloured rock band T-shirt
showing underneath a knitted cardigan, the look completed by a super-cool, vintage long
coat. Like some emo. Or not. He wasn’t wearing black but a mixture of beiges and reds. And
a bright-blue rucksack. Nothing matched, yet… Yeah.
Vogue called. They want their cover model back. The pretty one with the weird
clothes.

He was talking again, and I’d totally zoned out.

“…and I said to myself, life is too short. So, I want to do this
if you’re still up for it. But maybe do it right, kind of just hang out and get to know each
other.”

“I want to have sex,” I stated. Why couldn’t I ever control
my mouth?

“I’m totally up for that.” He grinned from under his curls.
“That’s the whole point of this, isn’t it? But we’ve been standing here talking for a bit, and
it’s nice, and you’re nice, and I’m sure Costa Coffee over there do gluten-free biscuits, and
I’ll buy you a bottle of water or whatever your poison is. I just need to sit down and get my
head in gear because this is kind of freaky. I’ve never done anything like this before. To be
honest, I’m a little weirded out, and now here I am—”

“On some dodgy council estate, meeting up with a dude
who’s probably a drug dealer and will have you beaten up in a minute.”

“I hope not!” He laughed, and the world became a little
brighter. “
Are you a drug dealer?”

“No,” I giggled back. “I promise you. I’m a dull uni student,
and I live in a tiny student flat. I haven’t got much to show for myself, but perhaps one day,
I’ll have a nice job and a better place to live. That’s my plan. I want to teach French. Or
perhaps move to Paris for a while, find my roots.”

“Don’t move to Paris. I’ll never see you again.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious, so I joked, “You might not
want to once you’ve seen me naked.”

He blushed, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“You’re desperate for this coffee thing, huh?”

“Just to clear my head,” he said again. He sounded a little
defeated, but I was grateful for a plan that didn’t involve taking him home. I wasn’t sure I
could deal with that right now, however much I liked the idea of seeing him naked.

“Come on. Let’s go get you a large coffee—”

“I prefer espresso.”

“You sound like one of those posh kids,” I teased. I couldn’t
help myself.

“Maybe once upon a time, I was posh. Not anymore. I still
live at home with my siblings in a rundown council terrace in Thorpeton Green, and not the
posh part. Like, backstreet-dump Thorpeton, near the industrial estate under the
M4.”

“Working-class posh,” I blabbed on. “You look posh, you
talk posh, and you look like you just stepped out of a fashion shoot.”

I regretted it even before I finished speaking because now
he really looked freaked out, my beautiful, gorgeous man. I wondered how people survived
having a partner who looked like him. I mean, he would be with someone amazing one day.
Probably some big, rich, muscle bear of a man who would love him and spoil him, while I
would be stuck alone in my dingy flat, dreaming of him. I was already jealous of the
imaginary rich boyfriend, the one he would love forever.

“You’re deranged,” he said, smirking at me. I sighed,
fiddling with my fingers. I’d heard that one before. Then he reached out and grabbed my
sleeve. Tugged at me. Smiled as he led me down the steps towards the road. I followed him,
thinking at that moment, I would have followed him anywhere. Blindly, desperately and, I
think, a little bit in love.

About the Author

Sophia Soames should be old
enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV
shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and
has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.

Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.

She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.

Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.

Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms

Christina Stern is a
Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do
the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram

Aurelia Morris is a
cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums
under more aliases that she can keep track of.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Tea House” by Amanda Meuwissen

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Book Title: The Tea House

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher: Amanda
Meuwissen Books

Cover Artist: Amanda
Meuwissen

Release Date: October 1,
2021

Genre: Horror Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Secret identity, secret powers, first love

Themes: Starting over

Heat Rating: 4 flames

***Note that this contains
graphic blood and violence. Dubious consent could also be called out, since one of them is a
monster in disguise, but the couple does end things on a HFN, even really a HEA.

Length: 18 112
words

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

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Every rose has its
thorns.

 

Blurb

Jaime is looking for sanctuary and a new start after
escaping his stepfather. With little money to his name, he doubts he can afford the gorgeous
bed and breakfast he stumbles upon, surrounded by tea roses inside and out. Then Logan,
the handsome young concierge, surprises Jaime with a ‘pay what you can’ policy, and Jaime
is instantly smitten.

Little does Jaime know the Tea House is plagued by rumors
of monsters and disappearances and is known by another name.

Hollow House.

 

Excerpt

“What do you do?” Jaime took his first bite of filet and
nearly had his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Wow.

“I’m an investigative journalist. Sort of. Trying to be. I work
for an online publication focused on the paranormal and unsolved mysteries right now.
That’s why I’m here.”

“Here? For what?”

“There’s local rumors about this place being cursed or
something and having a run of unexplained disappearances. When it’s not the Tea House,
people call it…” Rick glanced around and leaned closer as if sharing a great secret. “Hollow
House.”

Jaime would have laughed, but he couldn’t help the chill
that trickled down his spine. “Hollow? Why that?”

Rick shrugged. “Like a hollow in a tree, I guess. You know, a
bottomless pit that sucks you in and you never leave. Well, some people leave. But there are
stories!”

Jaime relaxed. Stories was probably all it was, and it wasn’t
hard to imagine where they’d come from with an old building like this and all the mystery
around a benefactor. “I’ll let you know if any of the roses start wilting.”

Rick barked a laugh. “Eh, it pays.”

Logan was finishing up serving the family, after taking a few
custom orders for milk and some extra bread. At least the family genuinely seemed nice, all
thanking Logan affably, even the little girl, who couldn’t have been older than four.

As Logan wheeled the food cart back across the room,
Sheila and Gary stopped him to order wine. There must be a limit on glasses the guests
could have because Gary tried slipping a twenty into Logan’s pocket with a request for a
couple
bottles, but Logan politely refused and set the bill on the table.

Rick stopped him to ask for a glass of wine too. “You,
Jaime?”

“Oh, um… I like wine, and my mom used to let me have a
glass or two on occasion, but I’m not old enough.” He felt like a preteen having to say that
even though he was almost twenty and hardly a kid.

“Guess you won’t make an exception in this case either,
huh, Mr. Concierge?” Rick grinned Logan’s way.

Logan looked honestly apologetic. “I’m sorry, Jaime,
but—”

“It’s fine,” Jaime broke in. A glass of wine would have been
nice after the day he’d had, but he didn’t want to get Logan in trouble. “Thanks anyway.
Dinner is amazing.”

Logan preened again, and then proceeded to move the cart
into the corner of the room near the door before departing, which still had several covered
plates on it, as if waiting for other patrons.

“Jaime, huh? He’s never used my first name
before,” Rick said with a teasing smirk, and Jaime felt the heat rise in his cheeks. “Don’t
worry. I won’t ask you to try schmoozing for my benefit just coz he likes you. Not that I’m
not tempted. I don’t think I’m ever gonna crack him. I keep trying to catch some of the other
help instead, but they are seriously ghosts. I’ve never seen a single one.”

“Maybe because they’re all really good at their jobs and
like it here,” Jaime offered. It wasn’t hard to tell Logan took great pride in his work. “They
don’t want some reporter getting them fired.”

“Fair.” Rick chuckled. “But a haunting or monster story
exposé could be good for business. People love that stuff! Why do you think I have a job?
Anyway, there’s always at least one unhappy worker. I just need to find them. I was thinking
of staying up as late as I can tonight, maybe take a midnight stroll through the halls. Feel like
joining me?”

Jaime coughed around his next heavenly bite of filet. He
liked Rick. This wasn’t some creep trying to hit on him or get him into trouble, but Rick was
definitely a thrill-seeker and maybe a bit of a bad influence. “I don’t think Logan would be
too happy about that.”

“You like him too, don’t you?” Rick’s grin turned fond older
brother more than pure teasing. “I’m not much of an authority on the subject, but he sure is
pretty. You’re, what? Nineteen, twenty? And he can’t be more than twenty-two. Sounds like
an even match to me.”

“I’m just passing through,” Jaime said with a bashful
chuckle.

Rick caught Jaime’s eye and winked. “Never stopped me.
But I guess that means I can’t convince you to potentially piss pretty boy off, huh?”

“Sorry, I’ll pass.”

“Had to try.”

They enjoyed their meal with Rick telling Jaime about some
of the stories he’d covered in the past. Mostly potential hauntings, and while he had a few
tales of the unexplained happen to him, nothing he’d experienced was concrete evidence of
the paranormal.

Logan brought out the drinks and tended to additional
needs of the guests, including seconds for the family upon request, which Logan provided
from the cart. No matter what Logan was doing, he always passed Jaime a soft smile or
flutter of his long pale lashes whenever their eyes met.

 

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy
The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

 

 

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Book Title: Let Your Heart Smile 

Author: JB Buell

Publisher: JMS Books

Cover Artist: JM Snyder/JMS Books 

Release Date: July 31, 2021 

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Themes: Hurt/comfort, reunited, pining, happy ending, disability, interracial relationship, different languages, travelling circus, clowns.

Heat Rating:  1 flame   

Length: 15 015 words

It is a standalone story with no cliffhanger.

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Who can make this sad clown smile again?

Blurb

Niki Georgiev lives and works in Draganov’s Flying circus as a disabled clown. Each day he paints a smile onto his face, though he hasn’t felt like smiling for some time.

When the circus gets a new act in, flashy stunt bike riders, Niki gets a surprise. His childhood friend Conner Flinn is one of the riders and has returned to the circus a big star.

Niki doesn’t expect Conner to remember him, much less want to spend time with him as he’s just one of the clowns.

But not only does Conner notice Niki, he also asks him to join his act. Will Niki finally have a reason to smile?

Excerpt 

Niki turned around to see it was Conner, flanked by two more people. His stunt team, most likely, as they were all in costume.

The pretty Black woman with curly hair on Conner’s right was in a red catsuit with a zip up front, and white stars down her arms and legs. The cute Black guy on Conner’s left was in a similar suit of blue and white stars, with a deep V-cut on the chest held together by see-through mesh to show off pecs and abs.

And Conner, his suit had the same deep V-cut with the see-through panel, showing off some serious muscle definition there. Niki’s eyes didn’t know where to land. He noticed that Conner’s costume was red, white, and blue like the American flag.

“Niki,” Conner said, gesturing at his companions, “this is Jesse, and Dwight. Guys, this is Niki.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” Jesse said, offering out her hand. “Conner hasn’t shut up about you since we got here.”

Niki was mildly surprised, but he shook hands with her, forever thankful he had his right arm so he didn’t have to offer the wrong hand in social situations.

“Hey, man, how’s it going,” Dwight said, offering his hand next. “Looking forward to hearing any embarrassing stories you got about Conner.”

Niki smiled wickedly. “Oh, there’s plenty of those. Now please tell me you guys wear protective gear when you ride?”

This had them smiling and Dwight pointing a finger at Conner. “I told you people would ask!” Dwight said.

“We do, though,” Conner replied. “Yeah, don’t worry, Niki, we got the proper bike leathers to put on, and helmets of course.”

“Well, good,” Niki said, not quite able to let go of his old health and safety habits. “Make sure you wear them.”

“We will,” Jesse assured him. “We just came out to do some promo so we put on our pretty gear.”

He glanced between Conner and Dwight, then gestured at their chests. “You should cover up all those rippling muscles, there’s kids out here, y’know.”

He was only teasing. All the big acts wore revealing Spandex, that was half the attraction.

Conner and Dwight found his joke highly amusing and laughed about it.

“This is why I have a zip,” Jesse said, tugging the zipper on her chest. “Zip it down a bit for promo, and zip it up again later when there’s kids about. It’s so practical.”

“Yeah.” Dwight laughed. “And you can always tell if Jesse likes someone when the zipper comes down a little more while she’s talking to them.”

Jesse swatted him on the arm as she laughed. “Stop giving away all my secrets, man.”

“Uh, why don’t you guys go on ahead,” Conner said to them. “I’ll catch you up in a minute.”

“Sure, Flinn.” Dwight waggled his eyebrows at Conner, as Jesse pushed him away.

“C’mon, Dwight,” she said, tugging Dwight with her. “It was great meeting you!” she said to Niki as they left.

“You, too,” Niki replied, then looked at Conner. “What’s wrong?”

“Hm?” Conner blinked in confusion. “Nothing’s wrong. Why?”

“Oh. I thought something was wrong?”

“No?” Conner broke into a grin. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” Niki said, as a blush broke out over his face. Never had he been so thankful for his thick clown make-up.

“Do you want to hang out between shows tonight?” Conner asked.

“Um, sure.”

“Great!” Conner grinned at him. “I’ll come find you. Will you be in this outfit?”

“Yes,” Niki said, feeling shy all over again. “I’m Cho-cho the clown now.”

“I like this bit,” Conner said, reaching out to touch the ruffle around Niki’s neck. “You look like that little clown doll my mom used to collect.”

“Pierrot,” Niki said. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“It’s cute.” Conner smiled. “You make a cute clown.”

An approaching parent with a kid interrupted them, and Conner took his cue to leave. He waved to the little kid as he walked by. He really did look amazing in that figure hugging costume.

Niki noticed the mom gape after Conner’s retreating form, and he had to press his lips together so he didn’t smile.

Me, too, lady, he thought.

About the Author 

J.B. Buell is a non binary writer (they/them) of m/m romance and gay rom com stories. They are a cat person, and can’t decide if they’re more of a coffee or tea person but is quite happy to drink both.

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