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Book Title: Dark Summer (A sequel to Blood Winter)

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: July 27,
2021

Genres: M/M Romance, Paranormal Romance, Vampire Romance,
Thriller

Tropes: Love against the odds, Forbidden Love, love triangle

Themes: Learning to love, healing, facing fears

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 50 247 words/ 204
pages

It is not a standalone story. It
is the second book in a series.

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Is a human lifetime long
enough to learn to love a vampire?

Blurb

A sequel to Blood Winter

Is a human lifetime long enough to learn to love a

vampire?

The tumultuous events of the Blood Winter are a fading
nightmare, and Alec and Terje are trying to build a life together at Alec’s newly restored
ancestral home of Glenroe. There’s just one problem… Terje doesn’t appear to be
committed—constantly called away on mysterious errands and seemingly unable to forsake
his own kind. Alec begins to wonder if Terje is capable of loving anyone, let alone
him.

When an old uni friend Jay Singh, recently out of the closet
and looking rather too good to be true, returns to Alec’s life, he becomes more conflicted
than ever. Things only escalate when Alec is forced into the social and political issues still
surrounding the haemophiles’ tumultuous integration into human society and soon it is
more than just his relationship on the line.

Can Alec figure out what kind of future is possible with a
vampire—and if it can ever be enough for either of them—before it’s too late?

Excerpt

“You’re tired.”

Terje was brushing his long fingers through the hair on my
chest. I forced my eyes open, fighting back the warm oblivion that had threatened to steal
me away.

“No, I’m not.”

Terje chuckled softly and extricated himself from my arms. I
made a noise of protest, propping myself on my elbows as Terje started to collect his
clothing from the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“You should sleep,” Terje said, pulling on his jeans.

“This is the first night we’ve had together in weeks,” I
muttered, taking Terje by the wrist and pulling him close. “I’m not going to sleep for any of
it.”

Terje brushed a kiss across my forehead. “If you’re
sure…”

“Of course I’m sure,” I said, annoyance bleeding into my
tone.

Terje, either not noticing or not caring about my reaction,
continued to dress, pulling on his T-shirt, shoes and light, black jacket. He always wore
muted tones, blacks and grays, sometimes pale blues. It should make someone with his pale
complexion look washed-out or even sickly. But against his smooth, pearlescent skin and
hair, it just made him look exotic, unearthly, surreal but achingly beautiful.

“Are we going somewhere?” I asked, breaking off from
staring to retrieve my underwear.

“I’d like to go for a walk,” Terje said, pulling a band out of
his pocket and tying his blue-white hair back into a tail. As I was the only one available to cut
it and I wasn’t the best hairdresser, he’d allowed it to grow long again. The shorter strands at
the front fell into his eyes, but it left the smooth lines of his neck free.

“Where?”

“In the park,” he replied, fetching a bottle from a bag he’d
dropped in the corner. “Below the castle.”

“They have that here,” Alec said, indicating the
fridge.

“I prefer my own,” he replied. He opened the bottle, drank
deeply and color washed into his cheeks. He dropped the empty bottle in the specialist
canister next to the fridge and went toward the window.

“This is a safe place,” I muttered, grabbing a fresh shirt out
of my case. “You don’t have to go out of the window.”

“It’s better to be careful,” he said, then was gone.

I sighed, trying to fight the return of my frustration. I
finished dressing and hurried out into the busy city night. The air had cooled but the
towering stone buildings still retained some of the warmth from the day, giving the air an
enclosed feel. The sky arched black overhead, bleached featureless by streetlight.

Terje was nowhere in sight. I crossed the North Bridge,
heading for Market Street and the way down into the Princes Street Gardens. The noise of
people weaving between the bars, clubs and restaurants fell away as I descended the stairs
into the cool, fresh openness of the park. A train heading into Waverley station hissed by on
the rails above. As I ventured farther in to where the only light was from the LED lampposts
installed to lower light pollution, the stars finally became visible, glittering like diamonds on
a sheet of black velvet.

Edinburgh Castle glowered from its clifftop, all ramparts,
towers and impossibly large blocks of stone. I had always thought it looked forbidding, but
when Terje stepped out of the shadows to stand at my side and gaze up at it in quiet
wonder, I tried again to see it how he might see it.

“It’s beautiful, in its own way,” he had said the first time we
had visited Edinburgh, almost a year before. “It’s a promise to protect as well as to fight
back.”

Looking at his profile in the starlight, my anger faded and,
for the moment, I was just grateful he was back.

He laced his long fingers through my own. The memory of
Jay touching that same hand earlier that day rose in my mind but I shook it away, along with
the ghosting guilt. Terje sent me a sideways look and I was suddenly certain, however
impossible it was, that he knew. But then he started to walk down the path, drawing me
with him.

“We have a story about a haemophile that lived in the
castle in the middle ages,” Terje murmured as we walked. “Did I tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t. I’ve heard lots of ghost stories about it,” I
said absently. “Never anything about vampires.”

“It’s one of our stories. Like a cautionary folk tale…”

“Cautionary?”

Terje’s forehead creased slightly in the pale light. “Very few
of our kind have ever lived outside of a commune. This one did. Her story, well…it doesn’t
end well.”

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: “Beyond the Ruby River” by Lee Colgin. $10.00 Amazon Giftcard Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Beyond the Ruby River

Author: Lee
Colgin

Publisher: Colgin
Enterprise

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: June 17,
2021

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

Tropes: Mixed species,
second chance romance

Themes: Longing, betrayal,
forgiveness, grief, reunion

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 72 000 words/ 260
pages

It’s the third in a series but
can be read as a standalone.

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

Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excerpt

Dakarai

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About the Author

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

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AUDIOBOOK REVIEW TOUR: “This is not a Horror Movie” by Sara Dobie Bauer.

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Book Title: This is Not a Horror Movie

Author: Sara Dobie
Bauer

Narrator: Blake
Lockheart

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Designs

Release Date: June 8,
2021

Length: 8 hours and 57 mins

Genres: M/M new adult, gay
paranormal romance, LGBTQ, romantic comedy

Trope: Friends to
lovers

Themes: non-explicit,
humorous, teens, summer vacation, hauntings, evil spirits

Heat Rating: 2
flames

Warnings: Scenes of
graphic violence, death of minor characters, mentions of bullying, alcohol use

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Emory Jones loves two
things: horror movies and Connor Nichols.

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Emory Jones loves two things: horror movies and
Connor Nichols.

For the past four years, Emory, Connor, and their families
have vacationed side by side on Longboat Key, Florida. Eighteen-year-old Emory has pined
for his neighbor from behind the covers of Stephen King books, but college boy Connor has
never noticed him. Probably because Emory looks like Jack Skellington with good
hair.

Emory anticipates another predictable summer of sunburn
and disappointment. Instead, he ends up with a mystery on his hands when a beloved beach
bum goes missing, and Connor volunteers to help with the search. Turns out it’s not just
scary movie cops who are worthless, so the boys start an investigation of their own—leading
them straight to an abandoned beach resort.

Despite the danger, Emory and Connor grow closer, but as
Emory’s gay dreams start coming true, so do the horror movie tropes he so loves. Even
though he knows that sex equals death in slasher flicks, Emory can’t keep his hands off the
guy of his teenage dreams.

About the Author

Sara Dobie Bauer is a
bestselling romance author and mental health / LGBTQ advocate with a creative writing
degree from Ohio University. She lives with her hottie husband and precious pup in
Northeast Ohio, although she’d really like to live in a Tim Burton film.

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Book Title: Courting Nightfall

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher: JMS
Books

Cover Artist: Written Ink
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Release Date: June 19,
2021

Genres: Paranormal, High Fantasy, Horror, Dark M/M
Romance

Tropes: Reincarnation, vampires, enemies to lovers, his first time, blood
play

Themes: Self-acceptance, redemption, love means letting go

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 182
pages

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Zen had only—literally
only—ever dreamed that someone would want him this much…

Blurb

Zen is a half dark elf in a world that hates him, protected by
being raised by the Order of the Sun to become a priest. He longs for a different life with a
mysterious, beautiful man he only glimpses in dreams. After encountering an adventuring
party, Zen is drawn to accompany them to destroy a fabled vampire lord, but the pull he
feels toward those lands might be more fated than he realizes.

Excerpt

That night, before falling into an exhausted sleep—in his
tiny, wooden bed with minimal padding and coarse blankets—Zen gently touched the scar
that ran full circle around his neck. He tried ignoring it during the day, hidden by the high
collar of his vestments, but in bed, out of his robes, his fingers often strayed there.

He didn’t know what had caused the wire-thin line. He’d
had it all his life and often wondered if it had been a failed attempt to kill him as an infant.
Like Father Lewis had said, he’d been abandoned on the steps of the temple.

No one wanted a darkling child.

Zen’s existence, his life, was most people’s nightmare,
which was why it amazed and yet soothed him that he never experienced nightmares
himself. His dreams were sweet. There he had no scars. In his dreams, he was whole and
wanted.

Desired,
even
.

A warm, human hand trailed slowly across Zen’s unmarred
neck and down his naked body. Here his bed was plush and opulent, or perhaps it belonged
to the man he imagined himself with. Zen had never met anyone like him in waking life, yet
every dream he’d had since he first knew he desired men starred the same mysterious
figure.

Zen never saw his face clearly, but he was still a vision of
noble beauty. Skin pale as cream with soft color in his cheeks, neatly trimmed black hair that
occasionally fell into his eyes—and oh, his eyes. Some might think them haunting or eerie,
being such a rich, ruddy brown that they almost looked red, but Zen adored them. He
adored the smooth, flawless form laid out beside him, trim but well-muscled, and as naked
as he was.

Still, all those features painted an incomplete picture that
he could never quite bring into focus.

The man’s sex was impressive though, no doubt conjured
from Zen’s most carnal fantasies, as ruddy as his eyes, swollen and leaking wetness onto the
sheets. Zen had often longed to know the feel of it in his hands, his mouth, and deep inside
him, but his dreams never allowed more than a tease.

Zen didn’t know the man’s name and had never made one
up, but he thought of him as an angel, giving him pleasures where real life never could.

“You are a beautiful crystalline snowflake, my love, silver
and blue and pure blinding white.” He kissed Zen’s cheek, his fingertips tracing
mischievously down Zen’s stomach. His other hand ran blunt nails through Zen’s short white
hair.

That wasn’t right. Zen kept his snowy-white locks tied back,
but his hair fell well past his shoulders. Like the missing scar, he was different here in the
dreamworld.

“I miss you,” his angel whispered and bent to kiss Zen’s lips.

Then touch me, Zen thought, pressing upward and opening his mouth to connect them more deeply,
while instantly wanting more.

He didn’t know why his mind created a human man instead
of someone more like him. Maybe because humans were all he’d ever known. The man was
stunning regardless and saw Zen the way he’d always wished someone would.

“Come, my love.”

Zen wanted to—

“Come to me. Come for me, my beautiful darkling, but come
to me as well.”

Zen didn’t understand. How much closer could they get?
His angel was between his legs, warm hand curling around him and squeezing with promise.
Still, for all the lust that stirred in Zen, it was the intimacy of another kiss to his cheek that
filled him with the most want.

“Please, love, come to me. Come…” He stroked Zen firmly
while licking up along one of his pointed darkling ears, inducing a deep shudder from low at
the base of Zen’s spine. “Come… my Zenos.”

That wasn’t—

“Now!”

Zen’s eyes snapped open as if triggered by a spring, his
sheets sticky and damp atop him from how he’d come before waking.

Damn it.
He rarely did that, usually waking hard and unfulfilled, and then taking himself in hand.
Today he’d made a mess, and it wasn’t even morning.

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: Kraken My Heart (Sucker For Love Mysteries Book 2)

Author: K.L.
Hiers

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: Tiferet
Design

Release Date: May 18,
2021

Genre: Paranormal Gay Romance

Trope/s: Closed Circle Mystery, Guilty Until Proven Innocent, Hemipenes
Loving, Finding Love After Heartbreak

Theme: Love Conquers All

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 60 000 words/ 191
pages

It is a standalone story, but
the author recommends reading the first one.

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It’s just Ted’s luck that he
meets the love of his life while covered in the blood of a murder victim.

 

Blurb

It’s just Ted’s luck that he meets the love of his life while
covered in the blood of a murder victim.


Funeral worker Ted Sturm has a foul mouth, a big
heart, and a knack for communicating with the dead. Unfortunately, the dead don’t make
very good friends, and Ted’s only living pal, his roommate, just rescued a strange cat who’s
determined to make his life even more miserable. This cat is more than he seems, and soon
Ted finds himself in an alternate dimension… and on top of a dead body.


When Ted is accused of murder, his only ally in a
strange world full of powerful magical beings calling for his head is King Grell, a sarcastic,
randy, catlike immortal with impressive abilities… and anatomy. The two soon find
themselves at the center of a cosmic conspiracy and surrounded by dangerous enemies. But
with Ted’s special skills and Grell’s magic, they have a chance to get to the bottom of the
mystery and save Ted. There’s just one problem: Ted’s got to resist Grell’s aggressive
advances… and he isn’t sure he wants to.

 

Excerpt

Carefully, like Ted was navigating through a minefield, he
tried to sneak back to his room. Despite his diligent and precise pace, his foot collided with a
very large ball of fur just as he walked around the edge of the couch.

Mr. Twigs yowled in protest and promptly bit Ted’s
ankle.

“You stupid cat!” Ted growled in pain, his leg jerking and
sending the cat stumbling into the wall. His heart dropped in instant regret, and he hurried
to turn on a lamp. “Shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, little dude! Are you okay?”

Mr. Twigs was glaring at Ted over his sunglasses and
growled loudly. A portal suddenly opened up in the living room floor with flashing bright
lights and whipping winds.

Ted froze, staring stupidly at the giant black void in the
apartment floor. Being able to create a portal was a very rare skill, and he’d never seen one
in person before. “What the…?”

As if the swirling hole wasn’t crazy enough, Mr. Twigs
transformed into a very tall, very skinny, and very naked young man. He flashed a smile full
of pointed teeth, hissing, “Oh, that’s the last time you kick me, asshole.”

“I didn’t kick you!” Ted argued indignantly. “It was a fucking
accidennnnnttt!” he screamed as Mr. Twigs pushed him and sent him toppling headfirst into
the portal.

It was like… going down a water slide filled with
pudding.

Ted didn’t feel air around him, not exactly, but it was
something thick and suffocating. The light all around him was so bright that he couldn’t see,
and he thought he had to be dying.

His stomach dropped as if he was falling, but he couldn’t
see anything to track his descent. He grunted when he smacked into something solid and
wet, the wind knocked right out of his lungs. He wheezed, trying to draw in oxygen and
staring up at a high vaulted ceiling.

Ted watched the portal close above him, and he weakly
lifted his head to see where he was. He was lying in a puddle of something sticky, and the
room was reminiscent of an old castle throne room.

Big ceilings, lots of stained glass, fancy throne….

He was also completely surrounded by monsters.

Giant scaled things with tentacles, humanoids with
spiraling horns jutting out of their foreheads, twisted feline creatures with sharp teeth, and
fishlike worms were all around him.

Ted scrambled to stand up, but he slipped in the sticky
mess beneath him. He could feel the goo all over his back and hands, sliding around as he
struggled to get out of it. He bumped into something cold and whirled around to find a dead
body.

It was one of the feline creatures, its eyes lifeless and milky,
soaking in a puddle of….

Oh God.

It was blood.

“Pardon me, coming through!” a deep voice growled,
echoing throughout the massive chamber. “Stand aside! This is official royal business, so
move your ass!”

Ted was nauseated, staring up at a human figure pushing
his way through the crowd of monsters.

He was short but broad, thick in stature, and sporting a
nasty smile full of pointed teeth. Otherwise, he looked quite normal. His hair was jet black,
cut close to his scalp, with a well-groomed beard streaked with silver, and his eyes were a
spectacular shade of gold, looking over Ted like he was a tasty piece of meat.

He wore a three-piece suit, but it was a much flashier
ensemble than Ted would have worn for his job at the funeral home. The jacket and pants
were black, but the tie was an obnoxiously bright purple, and he could see a glittering watch
chain hanging from the man’s matching purple brocade vest.

“Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing?” the man
greeted. “What’s your name, darling?”

“I’m, I’m…,” Ted stammered, looking around frantically as
the monsters backed away. Whoever this man was, he was definitely in charge. There was
something about the way he was looking at Ted that made him blush and his heart beat a
little faster.

“I’m Ted…. My name is Ted,” he managed to choke out. He
wondered if he was dead or if this was some sort of nightmare. His mind was having trouble
processing that any of this was real. “Where am I? What is this?”

“Welcome to Xenon, darling,” the man replied. “I’m Thiazi
Grell. I was voted most likely to get detained for illegal activities by my primary class, very
avid Tetris player, and reigning Miss Pretty Petunia Pageant champion for the last two
hundred years. Oh, and King of Xenon. Obviously.”

“Huh?” Ted squeaked.

“Would you like something to drink?” Grell offered.
“Something strong. Help you calm down, put some more hair on that luscious chest, come
to terms with the murder charges….”

“With the what?”

 

About the Author

K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an
embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral
service, she’s been working in the death industry for nearly a decade. Her first love was
always telling stories, and she has been writing for over twenty years, penning her very first
book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty
notebooks, however, but she never gave up.

Following the success of her
first novel, Cold Hard Cash, she now enjoys writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales
of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. She loves attending horror movie
conventions and indulging in cosplay of her favorite characters. She lives in Zebulon, NC,
with her husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend
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Book Title: Reclaiming Pride

Author: Jessie G

Publisher: Jessie G Books
Inc

Cover Artist: Andrew
Reyna

Photographer: CJC
Photography

Cover Models: Luiz Oliveira
& Yenner Sanchez

Release Date: May 18,
2021

Genre: MM Paranormal Romance

Tropes: shifters, hurt/comfort

Themes: prophecy, betrayal, trust

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 66 000 words/220
pages

It is book 2 in the Kindred
Story Trilogy

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Grigori & Matisse
must accept their destiny and learn to trust each other before they can face the enemy they
know…and the one they never saw coming

 

Blurb

The first time Grigori Federov, Zenith of the Wall, dreamed
of his Kindred, he feared Crowley’s good fortune was making him wish for things he couldn’t
have. As much as he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, the man in his dreams is in trouble,
and every time they connect, the threat is worse. Accepting that his fated mate is real is the
first step to finding him but saving him is only the beginning of their problems.

A lifetime of running and losing everyone he loves has
taught Matisse that no one can be trusted, and he doesn’t believe he’ll ever be safe. When
Grigori tries to convince him otherwise, his wish for it to be true isn’t enough for him to let
down his guard. But while he doesn’t believe in fairy tales, he may not have a choice when
the only one who can stop the hunters is the Zenith who wants to love him.

Discovering who they are together reveals a connection
between the Kindreds that could be a clue to fulfilling the prophecy. Unfortunately, it also
exposes a deception that forces the Zeniths to question their sacred purpose.

Now they have to decide: are they destined to save the
world or destroy it?

 

Excerpt

Everyone knew the least trustworthy person was the one
who begged to be trusted. Grigori didn’t look like the type to beg, but Matisse figured a guy
who showed up with an army at the exact moment it was needed would feel secure in the
image he was presenting. With all those muscles and a generous helping of facial fur
accentuating his scowl, the army was actually overkill.

You’re safe now, said the big burly bear to the itty-bitty lynx.

It was laughable. More than that, it was the most wildly
outlandish claim he’d ever heard. Safe? Come on! A kit still wobbling on four paws would
know better.

So, why didn’t he?

“Are you cold?” Grigori frowned and stepped closer. “You
shivered.”

“I did?” He hadn’t realized, but Matisse didn’t think it had
anything to do with the temperature. “No, I’m pissed that I didn’t realize how close the
hunters were. I can’t afford to get caught off guard like that.”

Then again, he couldn’t afford to follow a voice in his head
and yet here he was in a place he’d never been with men he’d never met half-believing that
he was safe because the big, smoldering badass said so.

“You were focused on my army charging toward you. I think
you can cut yourself some slack.”

“Except that mistake could have gotten me killed, so no
slack and no excuses.” And no more getting distracted by his hot savior.

By all appearances, Grigori knew he was in trouble even
though they had never met before and had rushed to help him. In Matisse’s experience,
strangers didn’t do that for one another unless they had an ulterior motive. He just needed
to figure out if Grigori was in league with the hunters or if he was working another angle.

“Do you know why they’re after me?”

“Not yet.” Grigori offered him a reassuring smile that
seemed…awkward. Unused. Kind of endearing, not that Matisse was fooled.
Much. “Mehdi will keep at least one alive so we can get you that answer.”

“Only one?” Matisse didn’t want to sound ungrateful.
Friend or foe, perfectly timed or total coincidence, Grigori and his men were the reason he
was still alive.

Grigori gave him a funny look and reminded, “They were
trying to kill you.”

“I know.” Who knew better than him? “I just…” Matisse
trailed off with a shrug. All he wanted was to have a normal, threat-free life like everyone
else. It was a simple request, and one he didn’t think required a blood sacrifice.

 

About the Author

Jessie G is a bestselling MM
Romance author with a penchant for hurt/comfort stories featuring chosen families and
second chances. She likes her men rough around the edges and willing to wallow into the
darkness to save the one they love. From ex-cons to bad boy bikers, military heroes to fated
mates, she hopes you find your next great read among her books.

 

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