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Blurb

Detective Elwood Q. Chase has ninety-nine problems, and
the unexpected revelation that his partner is a god is only one of them.

Chase has been in love with Benjamin Merrick for
years and has resigned himself to a life of unrequited pining. But when they run afoul of a
strange cult, Merrick’s secret identity as Gordoth the Untouched slips out… and so do
Chase’s feelings. The timing can’t be helped, but now Merrick thinks Chase only cares about
him because he’s a god.

Even more unfortunately, it turns out the cultists
want to perform a ritual to end the world. Chase’s mission to convince Merrick his feelings
predate any divine revelations takes a back seat to a case tangled with murder and lies, but
Chase doesn’t give up. Once he finds out there’s a chance Merrick feels the same way, he
digs in his heels. Suddenly he’s trying to court a god and save the world at the same time.
What could possibly go wrong?

Excerpt

“So,” Chase said, tiptoeing to the broken window and
glancing outside, “is it true you guys had tentacle orgies? Was that really a thing?”

“You have discovered I am an ancient immortal, and that is
the first thing you ask me?” Merrick actually laughed.

“Well, yeah.” Chase grinned. “Priorities.”

“There were many fertility celebrations,” Merrick replied.
He sounded bashful. “It was common for worshippers to offer their bodies to us. Due to the
nature of our anatomy, ahem, we can copulate with more than one mortal at a
time.”

“So, orgies.”

“Of a religious nature.”

“By anatomy, do you mean what I think you mean?” Chase
had quite the imagination, but he was dying to hear details.

“Most of the gods have multiple appendages for mating.”
Merrick ducked his head. “Though we do not actually need a partner for
reproduction.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Chase teased.

Merrick laughed, smiling again. “My father, Baub,
personally spawned thirteen of us in all.”

“So you’ve got twelve siblings?”

“More still if you count my half brothers and sisters.”
Merrick cocked his head. “You really do not know anything about the gods, do you.”

“No, not really,” Chase admitted. “I know some of the
names, I know a few holidays, and uh, that’s about it. Definitely wanna hear more about the
copulating.”

“Now you are being obscene.”

“What?” Chase grinned slyly. “I’m a heathen. I don’t know
any better. Educate me.”

“No.” Merrick’s tone was firm, but he was smiling.

“Got it, you’re not an easy god. I respect that.” Chase
winked. “Need to buy you dinner before you show me the tentacled goods.”

“Detective Chase!” Merrick’s eyes widened. “Are you… are
you flirting with me?”

“Damn, you are a good detective.”

“That is not acceptable behavior,” Merrick scolded. “Is this
because now you know I am a god, you expect me to be promiscuous?”

“What?” Chase huffed. “Come on.”

“I told you that I did not want this to affect our working
relationship,” Merrick grumbled. “I expected better from you.”

“I’m joking, for fuck’s sake.”

“Well, it is not funny,” Merrick continued to complain. “The
nature of my intimate parts is not up for discussion.”

“For the record, I wanted to know all about your intimate
parts before I found out you were a god,” Chase said honestly.

Merrick didn’t immediately respond, and he looked
confused. “Are you referring to the clothing-optional invitation?”

“The one we’ve never, ever talked about?” Chase leaned
against one of the desks. He didn’t see any point in hiding his feelings now. “Yeah, that
one.”

“I am not here to partake in physical pleasures, no matter
how tempting you may be.”

“Wait, tempting?” Chase couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“You think I’m tempting?”

“Obviously,” Merrick huffed. “It is why I had to refuse your
advances that night. I cannot allow myself to become distracted by your sensual
sorcery.”

“Sensual what now?” Chase questioned if he was awake
right now and almost pinched himself to check.

“It does not matter,” Merrick hissed impatiently. “You are
my partner, and it would be detrimental to Merrick’s future in law enforcement to become
sexually involved with a coworker.”

“Okay, the speaking in third person is weird—”

“Do not bring this up again,” Merrick snapped. “For my
sake and Merrick’s, I must insist you stop right now. I cannot risk damaging his legacy over
physical pleasures. I do not know how else I can refuse you and make you
understand.”

“Listen to me,” Chase pleaded, a flicker of hope rekindling
inside of him and spurring him on. “I never thought in a million years that you’d ever be into
me! I didn’t have a clue! I don’t just want physical pleasures, okay? I’m sure that’s all super
great with your tentacles and appendages or whatever, but I’m—”

“Detective Chase, please,” Merrick said firmly, holding up
his hands for silence. He shook his head, his face contorting in pain. “Please stop.”

The words were right on the tip of Chase’s tongue.

But I’m in love with you, you big, beautiful
idiot!

He couldn’t bring himself to say it, seeing how upset
Merrick already was, and he fell silent. His mind was still reeling from learning that Merrick
had found him attractive all of this time—What the hell was sensual sorcery anyway?—and
he planned to ride that stroke to his ego and hold on to it for as long as he could.

It wasn’t a confession of undying affection, but it was much
more than he ever thought he would have.

About the Author

K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an
embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral
service, she worked 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
to because they think it’s cute.

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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: By the Red Moonlight

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher:
Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: October 5,
2021

Genre: Shifter Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Forbidden love, enemies to lovers, found family

Themes: Destiny

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 221
pages

It is book 1 of a new series
but does not end on a cliffhanger.

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On All Hallow’s Eve when
the sky glows bright…

Blurb

Alpha werewolf, crime boss, and secret Seer Bashir Bain is
neck-deep in negotiating a marriage of convenience with a neighboring alpha when a tense
situation goes from bad to worse. A job applicant at one of Bash’s businesses—a guy who
was supposed to be a simple ex-cop, ex-con tattoo artist—suddenly turns up
undead.

A rogue newborn vampire would have been a big wrench in
Bash’s plans even without his attraction to the man. After all, new vampires are under their
sire’s control, and Ethan Lambert doesn’t even know who turned him. When Bash spares his
life, he opens himself up for mutiny, a broken engagement, and an unexpected—and
risky—relationship.

Ethan just wants a fresh start after being released from
prison. Before he can get it, he’ll need to turn private investigator to find out who sired him
and what he wants. And he’d better do it quick, because the moon is full, and according to
Bash’s prophecy, life and death hang in the balance.

Excerpt

Blood. Not visible, but he could smell it. A lot of it.
Impossible to detect inside the parlor, because it always carried a faint scent of blood due to
the needle work, but outside, Bash had no doubts. Those who knew about him being a Seer
knew his hunches were never wrong.

A man sprinted toward him and was stopped cold when
Bash shot out an arm to catch him by the throat.

No, not a man.

A vampire.

The hiss and growl and snap of fangs made it difficult to
hold the creature at bay, especially since he was strong—incredibly strong. Bash could
barely contain him, which should not have been a challenge as an Alpha against a newborn,
but that’s what this vampire had to be, because Bash recognized him, and he hadn’t been a
vampire a few hours ago. The sire had to be powerful to create a fledgling this strong on its
first night turned.

“A shame we couldn’t offer you that job, Mr. Lambert,”
Bash said evenly. Poor man never even made it out of the neighborhood after his
interview.

Lambert—Ethan Lambert, Bash recalled—snapped
again with a click of fangs. A shame indeed, but this had to be Ethan. Bash would have
known anyone else lurking about these streets, shifter or human, and the young vampire
had natural red hair and a handsome face beneath the raging hunger, just how Siobhan had
described him.

Shifter eyes glowed with power when they gave in to their
true forms, but a vampire’s changed entirely. They shone yellow when fed, amber when
hungry, and red when feral. Ethan’s eyes matched the moon above. What little control he
might have had if he wasn’t a newborn was buried in the back of his mind by the
overwhelming need to feed.

“The hell?” Deanna bellowed from the mouth of the alley,
throwing back her shoulders and letting her fangs and claws extend, her skin darkening to a
deep indigo-black, fur sprouting rapidly across her skin. She was ready to tear the vampire
to pieces as soon as Bash threw him her way, which was what Bash planned to do….

When he caught the glow of the scarlet moon above
Ethan’s head.

Somewhere deep within the red of Ethan’s eyes was green.
Bash couldn’t see it, but he knew, like a vision of the man Ethan had once been, beautiful
and smiling and utterly enchanting.

With a howl, Bash slammed Ethan’s head down into the
pavement once, twice, three times before he stilled.

“What did you do that for?” Deanna growled. “Rip his
damn head off!”

“No,” Bash said, the claws of the hand that had seized
Ethan the only part of him changed, and now that too shifted back. He bent beside Ethan,
whose fangs were still visible with his lips parted, but his eyes were closed, chest still since
he no longer needed to breathe. “We’re bringing him back to the den. I have
questions.”

“What?” Deanna balked, all towering force even as she
shifted human, save the glow of her burning violet eyes. “That’s a vampire, Bash! A
parasite!”

“I’m aware, and we are taking him back with us. Now pick
him up.”

“Fat chance!”

“Deanna, I am your—”

“Fuck you, big shot Alpha! When you’re being an idiot,

you’re just Bash, and you can’t go bringing some fanger home when negotiations with
Russell are heating up. If you ever thought a Halloween was the night, this is the one. Kill the
guy and be done with it.”

That was the easy answer, but if it was easy, why bother
with a prophecy? When had a vampire even entered Bash’s city? And what did it want? It
couldn’t be a coincidence that Ethan had been turned and left on Bash’s doorstep.

Vampires were vermin, an infestation to be rid of if even
one was discovered in pack territory. As they aged, they became far stronger than shifters,
which was why they had to be eradicated before they spread, or they might take over. They
were messy and foolish and too easily made feral, just like their wild newborns. Better to kill
them on sight, always. Bash couldn’t even remember the last time a vampire had been
spotted in Centrus City.

But if the prophecy meant for Bash to kill Ethan, why have
his art so entrancing? Why have his eyes cut through Bash like bullets? Why have every part
of Bash’s instincts screaming at him that killing was not the answer? There were too many
connecting pieces for him to take the easy route like his father would have in his
place.

“Pick him up. If I’m right, my future betrothed never needs
to know.”

“Yeah,” Deanna scoffed despite bending to do as ordered,
“and if you’re wrong, we’re all screwed.”

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: Blink: MM
Supernatural Suspense

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Lou
Harper

Release Date: September 2,
2021

Genres: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy M/M Romance, action/adventure,
romantic suspense

Tropes: Second chance love,
hurt/comfort, true soulmates, psychic, medium, witches, ghosts, haunted theater, Mafia,
mobsters, ex-cop, ex-Interpol, resort town, starting over

Themes: Learning to trust, taking a chance, making a commitment, daring
to dream, letting go of the past, being haunted by the past, established relationship,
ex-cop/PI, former art fraud investigator, mobsters, medium with a ghostly lover, haunted
theater, awesome and heroic food truck, mystery, cold case

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 65 000 words/228
pages

It is part of series but could be read as a stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Ghosts always
remember. Mobsters never forget.

Blurb

Erik Mitchell helped Interpol bust cartels, oligarchs, and
spoiled billionaires for art fraud. As an undercover cop, Ben Nolan helped bring down a
Newark crime family. Now Erik and Ben have started over in Cape May, leaving their
danger-filled jobs behind them, excited about a fresh start and their new
relationship.

Plans to renovate a historic old theater stir up dangerous
ghosts and revive interest in unsolved Mob hits. The curse of a murdered witch strikes a
close friend, old movie props reveal clues to long-ago crimes, and a shakedown scheme
sends Ben’s cousin running for cover.

Time is running out to lift the curse. The Russian Mob
wants revenge on Erik, and the Newark Mob is gunning for Ben. A grieving ghost seeks
justice. Secrets, lies, and deception unravel in the blink of an eye.

Erik and Ben were planning for happily ever after. But
unless they can outwit witches, wraiths, and wise guys, they could go down in a hail of
gunfire and a blast of dark magic—and see their plans go up in smoke.

Blink is a suspenseful MM paranormal romance
mystery-adventure filled with second chance love, hurt/comfort, true soulmates, awesome
food trucks, dangerous secrets, restless ghosts, psychic visions, powerful witches, angry
mobsters, and a very haunted theater.

Excerpt

“Hi everyone. Are we going in?” A dark-haired woman in her early forties with olive skin and
black hair sauntered up, dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. Alessia Mason always seemed
calm and controlled, but now she clearly radiated excitement at the possibility of glimpsing
the old theater.

Alessia owned the Spirit of the Sea gift shop and had married into one of the old Cape May
families, but right now what mattered most was her role as the head of the local coven and
the powerful magic she had inherited from her Sicilian mother.

“Right this way,” Jaxon said, brandishing the key. “The Arts Council officially owns the
building, so we don’t even have to sneak in.”

He unlocked the door to the convenience store, which was a shell of its past self. All of the

fixtures had been sold off, but the faded signage around the top of the walls remained,
directing customers toward soft drinks, sundries, and restrooms.

They followed him inside, and Jaxon locked the door behind them. Then they headed
toward the back, past the break room and offices to an unmarked door.

“The store was here for over twenty years, and most people never knew that the Regent
Theater lay behind it,” Jaxon said. He gestured toward the area they had just navigated.

“Imagine coming through the big glass doors, past the ticket booth,” Jaxon said, pointing
back the way they had come. “You’d enter a high-ceiling lobby with a bar, concession stand,
and seating for patrons who came early to see and be seen. Then you’d move farther inside,
and there would be double doors leading into the actual theater.”

Erik looked behind them, struggling to imagine the way it had once been. A grid of acoustic
panels hid the original molded plaster ceiling several feet higher that he had seen in
photographs. The plain walls and stained tile floor made it difficult to picture lush red
carpet, velvet rope swags, cocktail servers, and a concession stand that not only had
popcorn but according to the stories Jaxon shared on the drive over, also served foie gras.

Jaxon opened the door and reached inside to flip on a light. Erik hesitated to get a psychic
read on the space ahead.

“Definitely haunted,” Alessia said, staring into the distance with a glazed look that told Erik
her attention lay elsewhere.

His own touch magic worked differently. To get a strong reaction, Erik usually had to be in
physical contact with an object. He had avoided touching anything since they had arrived,
but even so, the theater itself gave off unmistakable vibes. Both he and Alessia had extra
perception which included seeing ghosts, although neither was a full medium able to
summon or speak with the dead.

“Bad things happened here.” Erik found himself speaking before he realized it. “Dark magic.
Death. Cursed.”

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male
paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with
the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with
co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less
romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in
secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions
Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered
dogs.

Series include
Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more
in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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LGBT ROMANCE GIVEAWAY: 41 Separate Stories from 30 Authors

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LGBT Romance Giveaway –
41 separate stories from 30 authors

Free books from some of the Registered Authors of the GRL
2021 Retreat

These stories are written by
authors attending the GRL Retreat, the must-attend event for people who create and
celebrate LGBTQ romance. Discover new authors, new books, and new series—and find new
favorites!

While all of the authors with
stories in the giveaway will be attending the GRL Retreat 2021, there may also be additional
authors who were unable to participate.

The Giveaway runs from

September 1 – October 31

Genre: M/M Romance

Contemporary, paranormal,
mystery, fantasy, shifter, historical, sports…

Various themes, tropes and
heat ratings.

See individual
stories.

Participating Authors

Gail Z. Martin Merry Farmer Jacqueline Gray Kris Jacen

Eliot Grayson Kaje Harper Shea Balik
Neil Plakcy

Charity Parkerson
Anna Kensing Andrea Hughes BL Maxwell

Jenny FitzGerald
Drea Roman Miski Harris Shane Morton

Jamie Lynn Miller
Rain Carrington Eden Winters Luna David

Morgan Brice AJ Sherwood Nicole
Dennis Debra Sutton

Charlene Newcomb
Hank Edwards Riley Long Patricia Logan

Beth Bolden LA Bryce

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Book Title: Feral Hearts: Book
1

Author: Melissa E
Costa

Publisher:
Self-Published

Cover Artist: Vanesa
Gorkova

Release Date: August 19,
2021

Genres: Paranormal/Urban
Fantasy M/M Romance.

Tropes: Friends to Lovers.
Childhood friends. Gay for you. Omegaverse. Hurt/Comfort. Fated Mates.

Themes: Soul Mates,
classism

Heat Rating: 2
flames

Length: 68 683 words/176
pages

This is book one in the Feral
Hearts series.

The book does
not a cliffhanger, per se, but the story’s conclusion
won’t be reached until the end of book 3.

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To save the one he
loves, he must face the beast within.

Blurb

Alex isn’t a traditional alpha—he’s gentle, awkward, and
caring. He also has no desire to assume leadership of the Black Moon Pack once his father
steps down.

Talen is an omega stray, taken in by Alex’s parents and
raised as his brother. He’s also straight, emotionally damaged, and the love of Alex’s
life.

Now of age, Talen is forced into the role of an
omega—those treated little better than slaves. Worse yet, the monster inside of Alex has
awoken and set its sights on Talen. The beast will stop at nothing to get what it wants, even
if it takes the whole world down to do it.

Alex must face his worst nightmares if he ever has a chance
at protecting Talen. Is he strong enough to bring them together, or will he lose Talen along
with the pack?

This three-book series tells a continuous story with a
resolution at the end of book three.

Excerpt

Alex couldn’t believe they were going to flog Talen. Eben
stood to the side of the pillar with his back to Alex. He had been able to get Alex out of
doing the whipping.

Etched into the pillar were symbols from the old language.
A loop made of rope was attached to a minor ledge higher up in the stone. Its purpose was
for this very thing. The shaman placed a large wooden block at Talen’s feet and had him step
up onto it. Even elevated, he still wasn’t tall enough to fit his wrists through the loop, so
they told him to hang onto it instead.

Talen wasn’t wearing a shirt. His arms above his head
stretched his torso and made visible the taunt muscles of his abdomen and chest. Tiny
beads of sweat gathered on his collarbone before they rolled down his back. Whether
caused by anticipation or the blistering heat, Alex didn’t know. Talen’s left arm was no
longer hidden by his sleeve, making the slight bow in his wrist apparent for anyone who
knew where to look. A nearly unnoticeable tremble shook his shoulders. He looked so small
then, fragile, even though Talen was anything but.

One of the shamans began making a speech. Her loud voice
carried on the wind. “To speak out against your betters is the greatest disrespect you can
show to your pack.” She was lecturing Talen, but she also looked around as if talking to the
crowd, making an example out of him. A wave of nausea washed over Alex as his anger rose.
“When you disrespect your pack, you’re disrespecting yourself.”

“Stupid bitch,” Alex grumbled. “Get off your high horse.”
Even though he hadn’t wanted to watch the whipping, his feet moved on their own until he
was close enough to see Talen’s face clearly.

“Talen, for your disobedience, you will be punished by
thirty slashes to your back to be carried out by the pack leader.”

Eben held a medium-sized bullwhip.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” the shaman
continued. “To say to Roman, who you have disrespected by your behavior?”

For one moment, Talen looked like he would say
something, and it wouldn’t be nice. That fire burned behind his dark-hazel eyes.

Alex remembered his father’s words at dinner.
If Talen doesn’t go through with this, he might
have to find himself another pack.

As cowardly as it seemed, Alex prayed that Talen would
keep his mouth shut. Please, don’t say anything.
Please, Talen. Please don’t say anything.

Talen closed his eyes, and the tension left his body.

“Only to apologize for my insolence.” His words carried on
the mild breeze that made standing outside on this humid hot day bearable. But Alex
couldn’t care less about the wind or how good it felt against his skin. Instead, his attention
focused only on Talen. Even though Talen bowed his head, and his words sounded a bit
hollow, there was a fire to them—Talen’s voice, his spark. His energy. His will to fight. Talen
amazed him. His ability to stay himself, to not give into fear, regardless of the hell he had
been through. Alex envied him. Talen might have been an omega, whereas he was an alpha,
but there was no doubt that Talen was the stronger of the two of them.

His father got in position and raised the whip. With a loud
crack, it singed between Talen’s shoulder blades, leaving an ugly red gash. Talen’s breath
hitched. He clenched the rope, baring his teeth. Every taunt muscle on his body writhed
with each slash that marred his back. He wasn’t crying out, though. Talen was a proud
one.

Another crack.

Alex tightened his fists.

Each crack grew louder and louder. Alex’s claws dug into his
fists until tiny droplets of blood trailed down his palms.

Ten slashes into the punishment, Talen’s visible ribs heaved

with each breath. His lithe frame trembled. Then his wolf surged, forming a white aura. It
didn’t stretch out into a shadow—mostly that was an alpha thing—rather, it surrounded him
like a sphere as it had done before with Roman—a white wolf seemingly chasing its tail in an
endless figure eight. Its hazy white color made Talen appear blurry. It wasn’t large enough to
affect Eben, only a whip length away.

It reeked of agony, hurt, anger, but mostly
pain—Talen’s.

Alex turned away. His stomach clenched in knots.
Something dark grew inside of him. Blacker, thicker. As he looked back at Talen, all Alex felt
was rage.

Talen let out a scream before he bit his lip and a trail of
blood spilled down his chin. Finally, he lost the battle, and he started crying out with each
lash.

Alex’s fangs elongated. He wanted to kill them. All of them.
His dad included. How fucking dare they lay one hand on Talen? On his Talen.

About the Author

Melissa writes
character-driven fiction, and any genre is fair game. When she’s not writing, she enjoys
reading, anime, manga, and gaming. Living by the motto of trying all things twice, Melissa
has jumped out of a perfectly good plane, swum with manatees, dived headfirst into Alice’s
rabbit hole, and seduced classy ladies in 6-inch heels. A free-spirited bohemian, she
currently lives in artsy St. Petersburg, Florida, with her soulmate and their two adorably
needy cats.

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Book Title: Head Over Tentacles

Author: K.L. Hiers

Publisher: Dreamspinner

Cover Artist: Tiferet Design

Release Date: August 24, 2021

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Mystery

Tropes: Tentacles! Wedding Drama, Meeting the In-Laws, The Cat Did It

Themes: Love Conquers All

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 60 000 words

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

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Blurb

Private investigator Sloane Beaumont should be enjoying his recent engagement to eldritch god Azaethoth the Lesser, AKA Loch. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have time for a pre-honeymoon period.

The trouble starts with a deceptively simple missing persons case. That leads to the discovery of mass kidnappings, nefarious secret experiments, and the revelation that another ancient god is trying to bring about the end of the world by twisting humans into an evil army.

Just another day at the office.

Sloane does his best to juggle wedding planning, stopping his fiancé from turning the mailman inside out, and meeting his future godly in-laws while working the case, but they’re also being hunted by a strange young man with incredible abilities. With the wedding date looming closer, Sloane and Loch must combine their powers to discover the truth—because it’s not just their own happy-ever-after at stake, but the fate of the world….

Excerpt

“Hi!” the young man said. “It’s okay! You can just call me Jay.” He smiled down at the carrier. “This is Mr. Twigs!”

“Please, come in,” Sloane said, trying to fix his hair as he opened the office door. He ushered Jay in, saying politely, “So, your roommate is missing?”

“Yes,” Jay said, setting the carrier on Sloane’s desk and opening it up. “Everyone at the department thinks I’m going nuts, and Milo said you would be able to help me.”

“I’ll definitely do my best!”

“My roommate has been missing for almost two days now, and this is not like him at all. He hasn’t been to work, he hasn’t been home, but his car is still in the parking lot. The detectives wanted me to wait before filing a missing persons report, and nobody is listening to me.”

“And you think that Mr. Twigs here might be responsible?”

“I’m Silenced, so you know, no magic for me, but I know the sound portals make. I’ve heard it on a ton of documentaries. I know I heard one right before he vanished, and no one else was home except Mr. Twigs.”

The cat slinked out of the carrier and perched right on the corner of Sloane’s desk, its tail swishing. It was fluffy, black, and it was wearing small round sunglasses.

Loch kneeled down, eyeing the cat suspiciously. They were nearly nose to nose, locked in an intense stare.

“Huh,” Sloane said, blinking slowly. “The cat… wears sunglasses?”

“Oh!” Jay blushed. “I know it sounds crazy, but his eyes are really sensitive to light. So yeah. I tried to take them off and he got really upset.”

“Wait, you didn’t buy them?”

“Oh no!” Jay laughed. “He had them on when I found him. He’s a rescue, and he’s, like, literally the sweetest—”

“He is a foul and wretched creature!” Loch suddenly shouted, spinning wildly and promptly smacking the cat across the room. “Go back to the depths of Xenon, you disgusting fiend!”

“Mr. Twigs!” Jay screamed in horror.

“Azaethoth!” Sloane roared, shocked and furious. “How could you? It’s just a cat!”

“That is not a cat!” Loch argued, his tentacles beginning to unfurl. “It’s a monstrous fiend that just looks like a cat!”

“Owww,” a new voice complained, the fluffy black cat picking himself up from the floor and yowling in complaint. He hopped back up on the desk, his tail lashing as he hissed, “That was super rude!”

“Mr. Twigs…?” Jay stared in awe. He started to reach for the cat but drew back. “You’re… you’re talking?”

“Duh,” the cat replied sweetly. “Now, Jay, why don’t you forget all about this and go to sleep?”

Jay’s eyes rolled back, and he immediately dropped on the carpet face-first.

“What the fuck are you?” Sloane demanded, his hands moving to summon a shield of bright starlight. Loch stood in front of him protectively, his thick tentacles writhing around him and poised to strike at any second.

The cat laughed, transforming into a very thin and very naked young man. He tilted his sunglasses down, grinning slyly to reveal a mouthful of pointed teeth as he teased, “Meow, motherfuckers. Name’s Asta. I’m here to save the world.”

About the Author

K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral service, she worked 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 to because they think it’s cute.

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RELEASE BLITZ

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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