RELEASE BLITZ: “A Conspiracy of Ghosts” by Tricia Owens

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Book Title: A
Conspiracy of Ghosts

Author: Tricia
Owens

Cover Artist: Tricia
Owens

Release Date: March 21,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Paranormal M/M
Romance

Tropes: Former lovers, second chance

Themes: Forgiveness, trust

Length: 52 000 words/254
pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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

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Blurb

As young men struggling to deal with their paranormal
abilities, Michael and Dane found relief when they found each other. Michael could hear the
dead. Dane could feel them. Together, they seemed the perfect pair. But chasing ghosts is a
demanding lifestyle, and despite their attraction to each other, their tumultuous
experiences drove them apart.

Eight years later, their paths cross again. They’ve been
pitted against each other in a competition to exorcise a ghost from a B&B. Now that
they’re changed men, Dane is determined to win Michael back. But Michael is distracted by
Jericho, a ghost with the face of an angel but with a core of cruelty. A ghost who knows their
deepest, darkest secrets.

Excerpt

His recent encounter with Dane swam across the surface of
his thoughts, disturbing the meniscus.
I’m
willing to forgive if you are
. Michael had been
too shocked by the statement to react to it except defensively, but he considered it now
more thoughtfully. Dane wanted them to try to work it out. Dane regretted their break-up.
Michael knew him too well to believe that forgiveness was the only motivation behind the
come-on. Dane wanted to prove to himself that he could pull from Michael what no one
else had been able to: his undivided attention.

Good for him, but Michael wasn’t sure what
he
wanted. Seeing Dane again, this new version of him, had turned his world on its ear. It was
tempting to dismiss the wild, uncontrollable man Dane had once been. With this change
and with his declaration, Dane demanded to be taken seriously as a romantic partner.

As soon as Michael allowed himself to consider the
possibility, he knew he was in trouble.

Slowly, he lay back on the bed and let his hands flop
naturally. One landed on the mattress beside his hip. The other fell on his upper thigh, near
his slowly filling cock. After a pause and an even briefer debate with himself, he lightly
cupped his palm over the growing mound in his jeans.

He hadn’t taken many lovers after Dane. His longest
relationship had been four months with a parapsychology student who’d begged to become
Michael’s assistant despite him not needing one. But the student, Charles, had been
relentless and Michael, flattered and lonely, had given in, allowing the younger man to
accompany him on a handful of cases. The inevitable had occurred. Just as with Dane and all
the others, Charles grew frustrated with what Michael couldn’t give him.

“I feel like I’m dating someone with mental problems,”
Charles had stated bluntly at the end. “You should look into medication.”

Embarrassed and humiliated, Michael had done so. But the
doctor confirmed what he already knew. ADHD wasn’t his problem. Ghosts were. They
refused to be silent.

“And that hasn’t changed even if Dane has,” he murmured
aloud to the empty room.

His clairaudience gift was stronger than ever and his
interest in paranormal investigation was as intense as it had ever been. He didn’t see how he
and Dane could work it out no matter how badly they wanted to. But for the sake of the
moment, for the sake of pretending at being
normal, he fantasized about them
managing it.

Intimacy between them had never been planned or even
anticipated. Michael carried the blame for that. Though he’d always found Dane attractive,
he’d usually been too preoccupied to act upon that attraction, leaving it up to Dane to
initiate anything.

“Do you really not know?” Dane had asked the first time,
after he’d lost patience and pushed Michael against a door to kiss him deeply. “Why do you
look so surprised?”

“Because I—” Michael hadn’t known how to explain that
his world was multi-layered and he sometimes got caught up in the wrong one. That is, the
one without the living. He’d known even that early into their relationship that Dane
wouldn’t react well to such an admission. “I wasn’t sure how you felt about me.”

“I’ve been chasing you,” Dane had murmured against his
lips before swiping them with his tongue. “How could you have not known?”

Easily, but Michael said only, “I know now.”

About the Author

Tricia Owens has been
writing m/m fiction since 2000, after stumbling onto the term ‘slash’ and thinking it referred
to horror stories. She is the author of the Sin City, A Pirate’s Life for Me, and Juxtapose City
series, among several others. She lives in Las Vegas.

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COVER REVEAL: “Venerably Daray (D’Vaire, Book 28) by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Venerably Daray (D’Vaire, Book 28)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: March 31,
2022

Genres: MM Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 95 441
words

It is book 28 in the D’Vaire
series
and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Link

 

Even with Fate’s blessing,
there are no guarantees in life or love.

 

Blurb

Skeleton Lord Brynnius Daray is happiest when he’s
wielding his daggers or elbow deep in flour, baking some wondrous treat. As an elite
assassin, Brynnius spends his days protecting the Council of Sorcery and Shifters, and his
evenings are for family. The Darays are lively and dedicated, and Brynnius loves them
fiercely. However, at night he is alone, and Brynnius yearns for his mate.

Having been recently resurrected, Samson is desperate to
prove his worth as a fallen knight. The trouble is, Samson is part of a ground-breaking
experiment—and the new spell is flawed. Or perhaps it is the man himself that has issues.

While Samson struggles to understand his purpose, he learns that Brynnius is the other half
of his soul.

Although Fate has brought them together, neither man is
sure what the future holds. To figure it out, they must confront the past and reconcile their
present. Just when Samson and Brynnius finally find common ground, the world intrudes.
Nothing will ever be the same for the Darays.

 

Excerpt

Brynnius loved his job, and he had a wonderful family and a
beautiful home, which he shared with the rest of the Darays. When he wasn’t fighting crime
or combing through Council bills to aid Alaric in voting appropriately, Brynnius was baking. If
there was a recipe for something sweet or delicious, the sentinel wanted to hunt for the
ingredients.

Around him, the Darays and his larger extended family,
known as D’Vaire, praised his baked treats, which gave Brynnius the confidence to continue
to make them yummy things. It was fun to travel around the world to grab things
unavailable within the Council, and Brynnius liked surprising everyone with novel treats.

Brynnius was pondering whether to make the blackcurrant
tarts he’d recently found a recipe for when he pulled open the door to the resurrection
room inside the shared training center that belonged to the fallen knights and
sentinels.

The moment Brynnius crossed the threshold, his entire
body went haywire. As a sentinel, Brynnius lacked sexuality, and had no concept of outer
beauty, so his dick growing hard stunned him. It was a sensation foreign to Brynnius, yet it
wasn’t unpleasant.

His mind was overloaded with the terrific smell—a mixture
of vanilla cupcakes and cinnamon coffeecake. At the end of the hall, Brynnius spied
Venerable Knight Arvandus Ruarc-Daray—a member of his family and the only man to be
permanently resurrected twice.

Next to Arvandus was a stranger with a head full of glossy,
gorgeous black curls. He was built on a massive scale. As they moved closer, Brynnius
wondered if the stranger’s shoulders were even broader than his own. Although he wanted
to get closer to the stranger, there was too much chaos in Brynnius’s mind for him to move.
The man at Arvandus’s side was Brynnius’s mate, and Brynnius had no idea what to do.

A beautiful smile crossed the man’s face, and there was a
confused curiosity in his gaze. Since the man was freshly resurrected, Brynnius doubted he
understood their connection or felt the same clamoring inside himself.

“Fallen Knight, Rank One Samson, this is Skeleton Lord
Brynnius Daray,” Arvandus said with a flash of his oft-used grin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Skeleton Lord. I apologize that
I don’t have a last name yet to give you. The Arch Lich wishes to honor my dragon and needs
to speak to the Emperors in order to decide how best to do that.”

“The pleasure is mine, Samson,” Brynnius remarked softly
and offered him a nod.

Sentinels did not touch strangers, though Brynnius readily
admitted to himself that he wanted to be close to Samson. It would have to wait. The fallen
knight was unsteady on his feet, so Brynnius didn’t want to keep him in the hall, despite his
innate desire to know everything about him and not leave his side.

“Are you on the way to your room?” Brynnius
asked.

“Yes, VK Arvandus told me to pick the one closest to the
cafeteria.”

That was no surprise to Brynnius; he was aware Arvandus
always offered that favored space to the first recruit. Flustered, Brynnius was unsure if he’d
remembered to offer Samson a traditional sentinel nod in greeting, so he bobbed his head.

“Good choice. Good luck with your training,” he
said.

“Thank you, Skeleton Lord.”

“See ya later, Brynn,” Arvandus remarked.

They turned the corner toward the dormitories, and
Brynnius smiled at Samson, who turned back twice. The fallen knight might not understand
their connection yet, but Brynnius was bolstered by his interest. It’d help him get through
the next eight weeks, since Brynnius couldn’t be with Samson until he graduated.

Brynnius was determined to allow Samson to train without
distractions as Reverent Knight Drystan had allowed his mate to do when he was
resurrected. But unlike Drystan, Brynnius intended to tell no one about his encounter with
Samson. The last thing Brynnius wanted to do was keep his family on pins and needles with
excitement over the next two months.

After Samson was discharged from the Ascension Center,
Brynnius would finally be able to talk to him again, and they’d be able to start their journey
as mates. Until then, Brynnius planned on reflecting often on the extraordinarily handsome
man with the unique eyes, and preparing for their future.

 

 

About the Author

 

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Restored Ruins” by G.R. Lyons

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Book Title: Restored Ruins (A Paranormal Gay Daddy
Romance)

Author: G.R.
Lyons

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: Dana Leah at
Designs by Dana

Release Date: February 25,
2022

Genre: Paranormal M/M/M Romance

Tropes: Age gap, second
chances, hurt/comfort, found family, celebrity/commoner

Themes: Faith/belief/acceptance (not religious) of self and possibility,
love

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 60 000 words/ 240
pages

It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger. It has an HEA
ending.

It is the first book in a new
series.

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Kidnapped by his idol?
Yes, please!

Blurb

Connor Jenkins is sick of rejection. Now, instead of getting
close to anyone, he lives vicariously through other people’s phones and webcams. Thanks to
his skills, he always gets away with it.

Until he hacks his idol.

Brendan Shyth is haunted by loss. First, the death of his
boy. Then the end of his music career thanks to a grief-induced drunken accident. Fringe
science regrew his fingers, but he still can’t bring himself to play again. Avoiding his fans, the
media, and his manager, Brendan hides in his mansion, determined to be left alone.

Until he finds his webcam on and realizes someone is
watching him. Someone other than the ghost of his dead lover, that is.

Brendan has Connor tracked down and kidnapped,
meaning to teach him a lesson. But the teasing brat gets under his skin in a way that no one
has in years.

A boy in need of security. A ghost in need of acceptance. A
man in need of faith. With a career, sanity, and hearts on the line, can these men overcome
their fears before it’s too late?

Restored Ruins is the first book in the Gentleman
Hackers series. It features a boy whose hair color never stays the same, a daddy who puts
him in serious time-out, a ghost desperate to be seen, and an MMM HEA ending. No pianos
were harmed in the writing of this romance (though they do make good horizontal
surfaces).

Excerpt

Had he really been kidnapped?

First of all, rude.

He tried to blink the haze from his vision while he
processed this strange, new reality.

Someone had actually managed to catch him.

Well, shit. Well done.

Connor started to sit up, then paused. Two things occurred
to him at once.
Three things,
actually.
One, it was somehow morning
already. Two, he was in a bed.
With some
amazingly soft sheets, by the way. Damn
. He
was going to have to figure out what they were made of and get some for himself.

Not that he could probably afford them, but, hey, a boy
could dream.

And, three…

He was naked.

Connor raised an eyebrow. Huh.

He stared up at the ceiling as he took stock of his body. The
soft sheets cascaded over his naked skin, making him hyper-aware of every tiny movement
he made. A slow inhale made the fabric brush teasingly over his nipples, and a slight shift of
his leg had the sheets drifting over his groin. Connor squeezed his legs together.
Holy fuck. Much more of that and he would be a horny mess, though it was already almost too
late for that.

Connor paused, wondering if his kidnappers were watching
him.

He bit back a moan at the idea, then muttered a curse and
shook his head. He had to focus.

Connor drew his arms out from under the sheets. He
wasn’t restrained in any way. There was nothing stopping him from getting out of bed and
exploring the room. And he didn’t feel pain anywhere. Other than where the needle had
gone in. That still stung.

Again. Rude.

Connor rubbed the spot and slowly sat up. At least his
kidnapper had been kind enough to keep the ground from punching him in the face. That
would not have been fun.

He paused, then probed all over his face with his fingertips,
just to be sure.

Nothing hurt there. Connor: one. Ground: zero. Ha! Take that.

Chuckling to himself, he glanced around the room, trying to
guess where he might be. It looked like a normal bedroom—bed, dresser, nightstands,
lamps—but way more high-end than he was used to. Spacious. Elegant. Obviously
expensive, but tastefully so. And it didn’t have the rubber-stamp feel of a hotel room.
Connor had seen plenty of those—from casual hookups with businessmen just passing
through town—so he would know.

But this was different. This was custom. Unique. This was
someone’s home.

He looked to one side and saw a pair of glass doors leading
out to a balcony, the view obscured by some gauzy curtains. Across from him was an open
doorway into a washroom. Connor blinked.
Holy
shit
. Even from that angle, the washroom
looked enormous, and he was sure he wasn’t even seeing half of it.

On the nightstand beside him was a small computer tablet.
When Connor started to reach for it, the device detected his proximity and illuminated the
screen, showing him a home control panel. There were options for room temperature,
dimmed lighting, and blackout window shades, amongst other things.

Connor smirked. Don’t worry, darling. I’ll play with you later.

He grabbed the sheets, meaning to toss them aside and get
out of bed so he could explore the room more thoroughly, then stopped when he heard the
snap of a key in a lock.

Connor spotted the door—fancy double doors, in fact—and
watched them slowly open.

He blinked stupidly and almost laughed as a butler
appeared in the widening gap. An actual, real-life butler. White gloves and all.

Before Connor could voice his mirth, though, the butler
stepped aside and bowed his head deferentially, revealing another man who’d been
standing behind him.

The second man took a few steps into the room, glaring
directly at Connor.

Connor’s jaw dropped.

Holy shit.

Vesad Stromos. Right there. In the flesh.

He’d been kidnapped by Vesad Stromos. Forget just spying
on the man through a hacked webcam. He was actually inside the famous musician’s
house.

Day. Fucking. Made!

About the Author

G.R. Lyons stumbled into
writing as a form of trauma recovery when traditional therapy wasn’t working.

Then the story ideas just kept
on coming.

Pulling from a vivid
imagination as well as real-life experience as a trans man, a sexual assault survivor, and a
person living with mental illness, Lyons has written multiple, interconnected series set
within his fictional world of the Shifting Isles.

When not writing, Lyons can
be found belly dancing around the house, studying anarcho-capitalist philosophy, buried in
his never-ending TBR pile, or working out at the local CrossFit gym.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Night of the Blood Red Moon” by Patricia Logan

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Book Title: Night of the Blood Red Moon

Author: Patricia
Logan

Publisher: Westburg
Publishing Inc (self-published)

Cover Artist: Alexandria
Corza

Release Date: February 25,
2022

Genre: Contemporary MM paranormal (werewolf)
romance

Tropes: Fated mates, Old-fashioned britches ripper

Themes: Forced marriage

Heat Rating: 3 – 4
flames

Length: 67 500 words/ 350
printed pages

It is a standalone story, but as
the series develops, an underlying, multiple-story arc will emerge.

The book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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An old-fashioned britches

ripper with a tooth and claw twist.

Blurb

An old-fashioned britches ripper with a tooth and claw twist.

Being the prince of all werewolves sucks.

Almost ten years ago, I did my duty and married a female
even though I was desperately in love with an older man. When she died giving birth to a
child who could never take the throne, I ran. I left home, shirking my responsibilities,
knowing eventually they’d catch up to me. Well, they have. My father now insists I marry a
female half my age so I can father a
proper heir and secure our rule over the
First House for several more generations.

Being chosen to serve the king is a dream come true.

Even though I grew up poor, I worked hard to support my
mother. When my mentor chose
me to travel to America with the king, I
was unbelievably honored to meet his son, the future ruler of all werewolves. I didn’t know
how to react when I first laid eyes on Prince Caster, but he cast a spell over me with a single
glance, and my life changed forever. I was not only looking at my future king, but the man
made just for me. The moment his lips met mine, I knew this story would end horribly…in
either heartache or death.

Denying destiny is a terrible idea.

As desperately as I want to ignore my attraction to the
common brown wolf, I cannot. The moment I saw the warm glow of his amber eyes, the
need to take him into my arms and drag him off to my bed was overwhelming. Alas, I have a
duty to perform, and it doesn’t involve the man Mother Nature made only for me.

This story won’t end well…I just know it.

Night of the Blood Red Moon is a gay romance with an HEA
ending.

Excerpt

I was a complete and utter fool. The moment Lady Penelope stepped out of her limousine
wearing three-thousand-dollar shoes, carrying a matching purse, I knew my mating with
Prince Caster was doomed. She looked breathtaking standing beside the car with her
mother at her side. She looked up at the prince who stood beside his father on the porch
watching as her father walked down the steps to greet his wife and daughter. The smile
which spread across her luscious cherry-red lips made her whole face light up. She
practically shimmered.

I’d never seen a more beautiful creature in my life.

The diamonds around her neck, around her wrists, and on her fingers were no match for the
sparkle in her bright blue eyes. They were framed with black lashes, a much darker shade
than the light blonde of her hair which was twined in a ribboned braid and piled on top of
her head. When she smiled at her father who bent to kiss her rosy cheeks, the whole world
seemed to light up. Much worse than all of this were the thoughts that I heard in her head.

“In person, he’s so much more handsome than the portrait he sent. Oh…look at him. My
mate is the most regal and kind man on earth. How could I be so lucky to have been blessed
by such a wonderful soul. I hope he loves me. I already love him.”

Her unspoken words made the tatters of my heart sink. She wasn’t horrible at all. She was a
lovestruck girl, and I’d never felt so lost in my entire life.

“Emory, get control of your thoughts. If I can hear them, others will. You’re slipping,” Claudio
whispered beside me. We stood on the semi-circular driveway in front of the inn with most
of the other servants who were ordered to stop whatever they were doing to come and
witness the arrival of the future queen of werewolves. I glanced over at him, noting how
handsome my best friend looked, standing up straight and tall with everyone else.

All in all, there had to be fifty servants standing at attention on either side of the crescent
driveway. We looked good, well-groomed, and dressed in our best uniforms of black pants,
long-sleeved white shirts, and black vests. Some of the senior staff wore suit coats. Claudio
and I didn’t. It wasn’t required. The females wore their hair pulled up and the males’ shoes
were all buffed to a high polish.

“You’re right. Sorry.” I nodded to my best friend, and then turned back, knowing by the
frown on Claudio’s face, how miserable my expression had to be as we watched this farce
playing out on the driveway. Only hours before, I’d woken in my lover’s arms, and he was
now leaning down to take Lady Penelope’s delicate hands in his and buss both of her
cheeks. I felt a sob rising in my throat and choked it back, relieved when Claudio’s hand
slipped into mine and squeezed my fingers.

Tears burned behind my eyes as I watched Caster straighten and smile at Penelope before
offering her his elbow. She blushed prettily and took the offered elbow with both small
hands. As he waited for her to turn, he lifted his head and stared right past her much shorter

form. When his ice blue gaze met mine, I felt a pang of longing run through me. As our gazes
met, I thought I recognized a similar look in his eyes but just as quickly as it had appeared, it
was gone, replaced with the dark glare he now wore. I trembled in Claudio’s hold, and he
crushed my fingers in his hand just as Caster dragged his gaze from mine and turned away,
leading his bride into the house.

“Breathe, Emory. It’s over,” Claudio whispered.

I gasped, suddenly feeling so lightheaded, I thought for sure I’d faint. I looked over at him
and recognized the pitying expression he wore on his face. I nodded.

“I’m fine. I’m…good.” My lower lip trembled, and my eyes filled with tears, belying my
words.

About the Author

International bestselling
author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling
romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family.
When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up
way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is
coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types.
Married to a wonderful man for 35 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by
people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.

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Book Title: Changeling: MM Paranormal Fantasy Romance (Outcast
Mates)

Author: Lee
Colgin

Publisher: Colgin
Enterprise

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: February 10,
2022

Genre: MM Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, found family, grumpy/sunshine, forced
proximity

Themes: Finding yourself

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 65 000 words/ 260
pages

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

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When a fae changeling on
the run is forced to hunker down with a grumpy incubus, will enemies become lovers or is
an ancient curse too much for them to bear?

Blurb

Dominus—an incubus who runs a brothel called The Twig
& Berries—is bored with his life and customers alike.

Sebastian—a changeling faerie swapped at birth for a
human infant—is reeling with the knowledge of his true heritage. Unsafe among humans,
he travels north to meet others of his kind.

But danger lurks, and when Sebastian is forced to hunker
down with Dominus for safe harbor, the tension between them flares hot.

Sebastian is the only person that’s piqued Dominus’s
interest in ages, but he’s fae. And Dominus has reason to despise faeries.

Forced together as trespassers infiltrate the territory, will
enemies become lovers or will a curse keep them apart forever?

Changeling
is an MM Paranormal Fantasy Romance featuring enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, a
steamy love story, lamb on a stick, and surprise visitors from other novels. If you enjoyed
Beneath the Opal Arc, this book’s for you.

Excerpt

A creature strolls into the room so stunning I must blink to
be sure he’s real.

Aside from the massive horns and gently swaying tail, he
doesn’t look like any demon I’ve ever imagined. He’s gorgeous, with gray-dappled lavender
skin, and he’s huge—taller than me even without considering the coiled horns that add
another foot to his already astounding height.

His sapphire blue eyes, sparkling with an interest that rivals
my own, catch my gaze. Silver brows—the same color as his long braided hair—arch to
elegant crescents high on his forehead.

“What treasure has arrived at my door this morning?” A sly
smile forms across lush pink lips. His skin is simply otherworldly, shining with an aromatic oil
spread from neck to toes.

I inhale the fragrance of a bouquet of fresh spring blossoms
plucked to gift a lover.

“Dominus, meet Sebastian, who finds himself in need of
safe harbor.” Ivaz makes a sweeping gesture from him to me. “Sebastian, meet Dominus,
who’s agreed to take you in.”

I let my gaze wander over the length of him. Practically
naked, he wears only a sheer shift of shimmering fabric the color of ripe plums. It’s pulled
tight over each hardened nipple, crossing just above his pierced belly button, then draping
loosely around his lean waist and bulging thighs. Silver strappy sandals adorn his otherwise
bare feet, the toenails painted purple to match the shift. Amethysts dangle from each
ear.

Dominus is a glittering jewel of a man—of an incubus, I
suppose. His attention brushes over me like a touch, grazing my skin and bristling the little
hairs on my neck in its wake. We stare at each other until I remember my manners.

Clearing my throat, I extend my hand. “Thank you for
offering me shelter.”

Dominus takes it within his larger one, his grip soft and
warm. “My pleasure.” He brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the backs of my
fingers.

I’m baffled by the boldness of the gesture, wondering how
he knows I prefer men. It’s usually a back-and-forth dance of daring mixed with
self-preservation to determine whether another fellow might be like-minded, but Dominus
doesn’t hesitate in the slightest.

To my chagrin, heat sears across my cheeks. Surely they’re
pink as petals. I’m not often so taken by another person, but Dominus is a magnificent
presence. His energy steals all the space in the room, spins it to his will, and returns it much
improved upon for having been under his control.

My tongue is thick and heavy in my mouth, but I force it to
work before I look like an idiot ogling him. “I’ve never met an incubus before.”

“And I’ve never met such a charming…” He studies me,
eyes raking over my lean form.

I open my mouth to answer, my flush deepening under his
scrutiny, but he shakes his head.

“No, let me guess. It’s more fun. Wood sprite?”

His guess brings a grin to my face. “There are wood
sprites?”

“Ah, so not a wood sprite, then.” He leans in close to me
and reaches for my hair. “May I?”

I bite my cheek and give a little nod. He takes a lock of my
hair and curls it through his fingers. Then he sniffs.

“Hmm, not a shifter. At least not one I recognize.” His eyes
sparkle with a new idea. “A jinn? But are you benevolent or malevolent?”

“I’m not that either. What’s a jinn?”

Dominus purses his lips, still twirling my hair. “Not a jinn.
Hmm.”

Ivaz groans before Dominus can answer my question. “Glad
to see the two of you hitting it off. Now where do we sleep?”

“Has our new guest worn you out already, old man?”
Dominus says to Ivaz.

“Hardly,” Ivaz scoffs. “But I have a letter to write before
dawn.”

“This way.” Dominus extends his elbow to me, and I take it.
His muscles flex beneath my fingertips.

We head down a narrow hallway with decorated silk drapes
hung crisscrossed over the ceiling and pass several doors on each side. Just how big this
place, and how many people sleep within these rooms? In the quiet, I hear only the
thumping of my heart and our soft steps muted by layers of thick rugs.

We stop by one of the doors. Dominus uses his free hand
to push it open. He glances to Ivaz. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.” Ivaz steps over the threshold.

I gasp as Dominus’s tail circles my waist and tugs me closer
to his side. It’s not unwelcome, but it’s quite surprising.

“Sorry,” he says, sounding anything but. “It has a mind of its
own sometimes.”

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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Book Title: Embers of
Darkness (D’Vaire, Book 27)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: February 3,
2022

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

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love, reconciling the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 503
words

It is not a standalone story.
T
he book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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To embrace the future and
find love, both men must face the darkness of their pasts.

Blurb

A man torn between what his soul wants and what he

believes is expected of him, Scheredin D’Vaire is still fiercely loyal to his family. Scheredin is
one of the few remaining warlocks and spends his days aiding his cousins in running the
D’Vaire sanctuary. In his free time, Scheredin loves gaming. With the tap of a few keys,
Scheredin can lose himself in another world.

Kieran Tarinthfenix is a phoenix shifter whose tribe likes to
forget that elf blood also runs through their veins. A driven man, Kieran takes his hobby of
gaming and learns to craft titles of his own. He hands his income to his chieftain despite
Kieran’s lack of respect for a man who forces his people to take part in an ancient but cruel
ceremony every year.

Scheredin and Kieran meet online and quickly grow into
gaming buddies. For years, they are content with an online relationship and the anonymity it
provides. When Scheredin decides to meet Kieran in person, they discover they’re mates,
but there are secrets between them. To find lasting love, both men will have to throw away
the past and seize their destinies.

Excerpt

A product of elven blood, even though the Tarinthfenix
refused to admit it, Kieran had lacked any kind of sexuality until that moment. His breath
caught, knowing that inside the shop was his mate. Stepping into the bright space, Kieran
scanned the customers, and his silver gaze with hints of purple locked on a short man with
dark hair and a light goatee.

His expression was one of shock, and there was little else
to read in his heavily lashed green eyes. In his hand was a stunning lily of blue and black,
which brought a smile to Kieran’s face. Somehow, it made perfect sense that the man he’d
become instant friends with all those years ago was the other half of his soul.

Crossing the distance that separated them, Kieran’s grin
grew as he delightedly considered the handsome man still staring at him blankly. “Hi,
Scheredin.”

“Hi, Keladriel. I’m Brexton,” said the man at Scheredin’s
side, who resembled him a great deal.

“A pleasure to meet you, Brexton,” Kieran replied
immediately and flicked his attention back to Scheredin.

Brexton nudged Scheredin’s shoulder.

“Say hello,” he murmured to Scheredin, whose mouth
snapped shut.

“Hi, Keladriel,” Scheredin whispered.

“Crazy, right?” Kieran asked. “Makes me kind of mad. We
should’ve planned this a long time ago.”

“What does that mean?” demanded a broad-shouldered
man with navy eyes and soft brown curls.

“Keladriel is my mate, Brogan,” Scheredin told the tall
guy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled a man around
Scheredin’s height as his hands rose to grab fistfuls of his blond ringlets, catching the
attention of several customers.

“You can calm down,” Brogan growled. “I already know
you’re going to give me shit for the rest of eternity.”

“Hi, I’m Dra’Kaedan,” the blond said, shouldering his way
between Scheredin and Brexton to wave. “I was so excited I nearly forgot and tried to shake
your hand.”

Kieran was seconds away from refuting Dra’Kaedan’s
assumption that he was an elf, despite his ears and attire, when the name hit him. “Like,
Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire?”

Although he wasn’t allowed to explore the outside world, it
fascinated Kieran, and he’d often read about the famous people within the Council. As far as
Kieran could tell from the online newspapers, there were few families as reputable and
powerful as the D’Vaires, so it made sense that people would name their kids after the royal
family.

“He is Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire,” Scheredin
remarked. “We’re all D’Vaires. The tall guy behind him is his mate, Grand Duke Brogan
D’Vairedraconis. At the table next to you pretending not to listen are Coven Lord Bridger
D’Vaire and Coven Lord Hadley D’Vaire. They’re here to protect me in case you turned out to
be a homicidal maniac planning to butcher me in a coffee shop or whatever other nefarious
idea Brogan had for what might happen today.”

“Why does everyone always make me sound crazy?”
Brogan demanded.

“Please, you do that all by yourself, Mate,” Dra’Kaedan
muttered.

“Do you follow all elven traditions even though you aren’t a
part of the Council?” Brexton asked, cocking his head.

Kieran wasn’t fond of lies, but there was no hesitation in
his soul over his matebond. Although they had plenty to learn about each other, Kieran
knew Scheredin’s character and was wildly attracted to him. He was ready to explore his
new sexuality with the attractive man studying him, and Kieran understood that their belief
that he was an elf named Keladriel could help speed up the process of binding them
together for eternity.

Not only would Kieran not have to wait to be with
Scheredin, but he could also finally walk away from the Tarinthfenix without guilt. Fate
wanted Kieran to be with Scheredin, and he was fully on board with her plan. In fact, in
Kieran’s eyes, she couldn’t possibly have done better. Kieran’s gift was his closest friend and
a real, honest-to-Fate warlock to boot.

If there was anything that fascinated Kieran more than the
Council, it was magic, and Scheredin likely had plenty. While building the foundation of the
most important relationship of his life with dishonesty wasn’t the smartest choice, Kieran
would explain who he truly was and give Scheredin his real, non-elf name as soon as they
were mated. It was perhaps not the best way to speed up the timeline, but Kieran could find
no patience, and his beast was egging him on.

Instead of answering Brexton’s question with a complete
falsehood, Kieran went with his gut. “I’d like to have a mating ceremony as soon as possible
if you’re okay with that, Scheredin.”

“I will honor your customs, Keladriel. It’s not like we’re total
strangers.”

It rankled both man and phoenix to have his other half call
him by the wrong name, even though it was the one he went by in the game, but Kieran set
the outrage aside and smiled again. “Thank you.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is

only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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Book Title: The Slow Death

Authors: Nic Starr and BL
Maxwell

Release Date: January 26,
2022

Genre: MM Paranormal
Romance

Tropes: Forbidden Love,
Fated Mates, Reluctant Alpha

Themes: Forgiveness, New
Alpha, Shifter Society

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 46 000 words/ 165
pages

It is the first book in a trilogy,
but does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Caught in the fallout of a rare disease, and members of
opposing packs, Zander and Marrok’s future as fated mates hangs in the balance.

Blurb

Alexander Kingston wasn’t destined to lead the East
Territory pack, but fate had other ideas. Becoming the next Alpha in his dead brother’s place
and managing his father’s expectations is a challenge, one that’s only getting harder with
time. When his father, the Alpha is reluctant to accept outside assistance when one of their
own is afflicted with a deadly blood disorder, Zander must take a stand against his father or
lose another pack member to The Slow Death.

Marrok Blain is part of the North Territory pack. With his
unique knowledge of The Slow Death, the debilitating progressive disorder that slowly kills
with every shift, he offers help, knowing he’ll be met with resistance from his friend’s pack.
What he doesn’t expect is the overwhelming pull to the stubborn yet undeniably gorgeous
son of the East Territory Alpha.

Four packs coexisting with rising tensions, and a genetic
disorder that reminds them of the common thread that connects them all. Zander and
Marrok are the key to an uneasy alliance, or all the packs will suffer. Especially Zander, who
discovers he’s got one more deadly fight to face.

Excerpt

“I need to speak to the alpha!” Marrok tried to move past the other man who stood slightly
taller than his own six foot two.

“Sorry, he’s busy. Can I help you?” He stepped right in front of Marrok again.

“I want to speak to the alpha!” he gritted out, his patience gone.

“What’s going on out here?”

The power of the alpha was immediately felt and Marrok fought and lost as he tried not to
bow his head in submission and respect.

“I want to know why you’re not doing more to find Grady a donor.”

The guy who’d tried to stop Marrok stayed close, his eyes focused on him. Marrok shot him
a look, and when their eyes locked a force more powerful than even the command of the
alpha rippled across his senses. It was there and gone so fast he didn’t have time to put a
name to it, so ignoring the shocked expression that crossed the other man’s face, he forced
his eyes back to the alpha.

“I want some answers, and if I can help, I want to be involved. Grady’s important to me, and
if you’re not willing to help him I will. There’s no chance in hell I’ll let him die
without a fight.”

Marrok glanced again at the man who still had his eyes locked on him and now had his arms
crossed in obvious annoyance, before looking back to the alpha.

“You must be Marrok. I’m Andreas, Alpha of East Territory. This is my son Alexander.”

Marrok looked between the two men and saw the resemblance but didn’t care who the guy
was. Whatever had passed between them didn’t matter. His friend came first, and the fact
that they had let him decline so much before seeking help pissed him off.

“Why didn’t you reach out sooner? You know we’re close to finding a cure, but even without
a cure our registry might help him find a donor.”

The alpha looked to his son and Alexander looked away, out of frustration or shame, Marrok
wasn’t sure. He turned to Marrok again. “We’ve done all we can. Don’t you dare storm in
here and talk to me this way. I spoke to your grandfather and agreed to see you as a
courtesy, but I will not listen to you imply that I don’t care about our pack members. Now if
you’ll kindly make an appointment—”

“Great.” The word dripped with sarcasm. He didn’t try to hide his frustration, and he
wouldn’t play nice to appease the feelings of a stranger, no matter who they were. Both of
them were responsible for Grady’s situation as far as he was concerned, and both of them
would pay if Grady succumbed to TSD. Marrok knew he couldn’t hurt them physically, but he
could withhold any information and data that would help them and their pack in the future.
“How about you let me know when you’re finally ready to save your pack member?”

He realized he’d been staring at Alexander since the alpha had spoken, and he also realized
he hated whatever was between them. Alexander narrowed his eyes, and Marrok knew he
felt the same. He took one more look at the most beautiful blue eyes he’d ever seen, before
turning on his heel and storming from the building.

About the Authors

BL Maxwell

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.

Contact and Social Media Links

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Starr

Nic Starr lives in Australia
where she tries to squeeze as much into her busy life as possible. Balancing the demands of
a corporate career with raising a family and writing can be challenging but she wouldn’t give
it up for the world.

Always a reader, the lure of

m/m romance was strong and she devoured hundreds of wonderful m/m romance books
before eventually realising she had some stories of her own that needed to be
told!

When not writing or reading,
she loves to spend time with her family–an understanding husband and two beautiful
daughters–and is often found indulging in her love of cooking and planning her dream home
in the country.

You can find Nic on Facebook,
Twitter and her blog. She’d love it if you stopped by to say hi.

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Book Title: Embers of
Darkness (D’Vaire, Book 27)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: February 3,
2022

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

Trope/s: Fated mates

Themes: Love, reconciling the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 90 503
words

It is not a standalone story.
T
he book does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Check out the D’vaire Series
on Goodreads

Series Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

To embrace the future and
find love, both men must face the darkness of their pasts.

Blurb

A man torn between what his soul wants and what he
believes is expected of him, Scheredin D’Vaire is still fiercely loyal to his family. Scheredin is
one of the few remaining warlocks and spends his days aiding his cousins in running the
D’Vaire sanctuary. In his free time, Scheredin loves gaming. With the tap of a few keys,
Scheredin can lose himself in another world.

Kieran Tarinthfenix is a phoenix shifter whose tribe likes to
forget that elf blood also runs through their veins. A driven man, Kieran takes his hobby of
gaming and learns to craft titles of his own. He hands his income to his chieftain despite
Kieran’s lack of respect for a man who forces his people to take part in an ancient but cruel
ceremony every year.

Scheredin and Kieran meet online and quickly grow into
gaming buddies. For years, they are content with an online relationship and the anonymity it
provides. When Scheredin decides to meet Kieran in person, they discover they’re mates,
but there are secrets between them. To find lasting love, both men will have to throw away
the past and seize their destinies.

Excerpt

A product of elven blood, even though the Tarinthfenix
refused to admit it, Kieran had lacked any kind of sexuality until that moment. His breath
caught, knowing that inside the shop was his mate. Stepping into the bright space, Kieran
scanned the customers, and his silver gaze with hints of purple locked on a short man with
dark hair and a light goatee.

His expression was one of shock, and there was little else
to read in his heavily lashed green eyes. In his hand was a stunning lily of blue and black,
which brought a smile to Kieran’s face. Somehow, it made perfect sense that the man he’d
become instant friends with all those years ago was the other half of his soul.

Crossing the distance that separated them, Kieran’s grin
grew as he delightedly considered the handsome man still staring at him blankly. “Hi,
Scheredin.”

“Hi, Keladriel. I’m Brexton,” said the man at Scheredin’s
side, who resembled him a great deal.

“A pleasure to meet you, Brexton,” Kieran replied
immediately and flicked his attention back to Scheredin.

Brexton nudged Scheredin’s shoulder.

“Say hello,” he murmured to Scheredin, whose mouth
snapped shut.

“Hi, Keladriel,” Scheredin whispered.

“Crazy, right?” Kieran asked. “Makes me kind of mad. We
should’ve planned this a long time ago.”

“What does that mean?” demanded a broad-shouldered
man with navy eyes and soft brown curls.

“Keladriel is my mate, Brogan,” Scheredin told the tall
guy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled a man around
Scheredin’s height as his hands rose to grab fistfuls of his blond ringlets, catching the
attention of several customers.

“You can calm down,” Brogan growled. “I already know
you’re going to give me shit for the rest of eternity.”

“Hi, I’m Dra’Kaedan,” the blond said, shouldering his way
between Scheredin and Brexton to wave. “I was so excited I nearly forgot and tried to shake
your hand.”

Kieran was seconds away from refuting Dra’Kaedan’s
assumption that he was an elf, despite his ears and attire, when the name hit him. “Like,
Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire?”

Although he wasn’t allowed to explore the outside world, it
fascinated Kieran, and he’d often read about the famous people within the Council. As far as
Kieran could tell from the online newspapers, there were few families as reputable and
powerful as the D’Vaires, so it made sense that people would name their kids after the royal
family.

“He is Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire,” Scheredin
remarked. “We’re all D’Vaires. The tall guy behind him is his mate, Grand Duke Brogan
D’Vairedraconis. At the table next to you pretending not to listen are Coven Lord Bridger
D’Vaire and Coven Lord Hadley D’Vaire. They’re here to protect me in case you turned out to
be a homicidal maniac planning to butcher me in a coffee shop or whatever other nefarious
idea Brogan had for what might happen today.”

“Why does everyone always make me sound crazy?”
Brogan demanded.

“Please, you do that all by yourself, Mate,” Dra’Kaedan
muttered.

“Do you follow all elven traditions even though you aren’t a
part of the Council?” Brexton asked, cocking his head.

Kieran wasn’t fond of lies, but there was no hesitation in
his soul over his matebond. Although they had plenty to learn about each other, Kieran
knew Scheredin’s character and was wildly attracted to him. He was ready to explore his
new sexuality with the attractive man studying him, and Kieran understood that their belief
that he was an elf named Keladriel could help speed up the process of binding them
together for eternity.

Not only would Kieran not have to wait to be with
Scheredin, but he could also finally walk away from the Tarinthfenix without guilt. Fate
wanted Kieran to be with Scheredin, and he was fully on board with her plan. In fact, in
Kieran’s eyes, she couldn’t possibly have done better. Kieran’s gift was his closest friend and
a real, honest-to-Fate warlock to boot.

If there was anything that fascinated Kieran more than the
Council, it was magic, and Scheredin likely had plenty. While building the foundation of the
most important relationship of his life with dishonesty wasn’t the smartest choice, Kieran
would explain who he truly was and give Scheredin his real, non-elf name as soon as they
were mated. It was perhaps not the best way to speed up the timeline, but Kieran could find
no patience, and his beast was egging him on.

Instead of answering Brexton’s question with a complete
falsehood, Kieran went with his gut. “I’d like to have a mating ceremony as soon as possible
if you’re okay with that, Scheredin.”

“I will honor your customs, Keladriel. It’s not like we’re total
strangers.”

It rankled both man and phoenix to have his other half call
him by the wrong name, even though it was the one he went by in the game, but Kieran set
the outrage aside and smiled again. “Thank you.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

Visit her website

Join her Facebook group, Jessamyn’s Ruffian’s

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