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Nate Mortimer is hot, funny, and kissing him is like falling
into the sun.

He’s also the last man I should ever be with.

He’s smooth, wealthy, and practically dragon royalty. But
me? I’m just a dragon from the Cornish countryside. Or so I like people to think.

I’m investigating the Fortescues, one of the richest, most
powerful dragon families in Britain. Problem is, I’m not the only one who’s undercover. Every
time I turn around, Nate’s in my way.

Can I trust him? He has his own issues with the Fortescues.
Those dragons are dangerous, and his plotting could draw me into a lethal power struggle.
His emotional baggage and troublesome ex? Also problematic.

And none of that helps me keep my mind—or hands—off
him.

If I’m not careful, falling for the wrong dragon-shifter could
cost me so much more than just my heart…

Excerpt

“Is there a reason you’re interested in an empty old theatre?” I
asked Nate while Ella was busy taking off her coat.

“I’m researching for a book I intend to write.”

“One about making millions off the backs of others in a
banking empire, I’m guessing,” I said, promptly wanting to kick myself as his eyebrows
raised. I was supposed to be getting close to him, not letting him know what I thought about
his lifestyle. “I mean, what’s it about?”

“Nate’s going to write a best-seller about Jane Austen’s torrid
love affair with the actor Robert Elliston,” Ella said, sliding her arm through Nate’s to press
her cheek against his shoulder.

“I didn’t know Jane Austen had an affair,” I said.

“She didn’t,” Nate said, then paused. “Well, she probably
didn’t. Though I suppose it’s not beyond the bounds of possibility if she was extraordinarily
discreet about it. For my purposes, all that matters is that she’s known to have relished
Elliston’s performances. She was so impressed by him that she worried he might leave Bath
when he inherited some money. Anyway, Ella—you know this place. Lead on.”

We spent the next hour or so wandering around, exploring
thoroughly.

“Do you think Jane Austen was a theatre groupie?” I asked as
we walked into one of the dressing rooms.

Nate’s face lit with humour. Ella’s, however, was full of scorn.
“Don’t you know anything about her?”

I didn’t care what she thought of me. Nate was still grinning,
and it was a good look on him.

“I’m going to have to put that in the book,” he said. “I should
call it Greasepaint and Blowjobs: The Secret Life of Jane Austen.”

“Honestly.” Ella rolled her eyes and stomped off.

That gave me a chance to finally talk to Nate. “Sorry about last
night,” I lied through my teeth. “It seemed the best thing to do in the heat of the
moment.”

He smiled at me, a different sort of smile from his amused
grin, and it sent all kinds of messages to my cock. “Are you really sorry?” he asked,
and for the first time, I understood what people meant when they said someone purred
when speaking. “I’m not.”

“Maybe we should try out something for your book,” I
suggested. “Get some of the groupie logistics nailed down.”

“I hope it’s more than logistics that are going to be nailed,” he
murmured, moving forward, an almost hypnotic sway to his stride.

“Nate!” Ella’s shout echoed down the corridor outside. “You
need to look at this.”

The moment was well and truly broken, though my cock still
hadn’t got the memo.

“Coming,” he yelled back, and then winced. “Or not,” he
added, with a rueful sideways glance at me before heading out of the room.

I followed, enjoying the sight of his arse once again. I didn’t
know what to make of Nate Mortimer. My dick knew what it wanted to make of him, and
that was a sweating, panting, ruined mess. But I hadn’t spent enough time with him yet to
work out who he was. When Charlie had cornered him at the bar, he’d been…vulnerable?
Something other than a smooth entitled banker, anyway. I’d warmed to him when we’d
joked about Jane Austen giving blowjobs. He would be easy to like. And just now, he’d
definitely been open to getting laid.

But he was a banker, so I had no interest in
puzzling him out. I simply needed to get him talking so I could find out why one of the
Mortimer family had been poking about in James Fortescue’s study.

About the Author

Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a
small English market town, where she indulges her passions for vintage aircraft, horse riding
and gardening (though not all at the same time).

She tends to talk a lot about
the fascinating facts she discovers during her research for books. Thankfully, she has a very
patient Labrador who has a gift for looking interested in what she’s saying while he waits for
the food to arrive.

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NEW RELEASE: “Killian (Twisted Tales of D’Vaire, Book1) by Jessamyn Kingley

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NEW RELEASE – NEW
SERIES

Book Title: Killian
(Twisted Tales of D’Vaire, Book 1)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: June 6,
2024

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 96 000
words

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

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Unlimited

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For two soulmates, a
single twist of fate can change everything.

Blurb

In 1369, Killian the Dwyer is a young druid still learning to
rule his people. His journey is aided by his peers. Two years ago, Killian accepted an
opportunity to join a council of respected leaders. Which is why, on one fateful day, Killian
and his fellow leaders venture to a castle of dragons.

Their intent is to build an alliance—what they find is death.

But that is not all Killian discovers. Standing alone in a garden is a shy dragon with scales of a
deep dark green—Killian’s favored hue. The shifter’s name is Duke Dravyn D’Vairedraconis,
and he is Killian’s mate.

Dravyn knows little about the world. At four, he lost his
parents and his uncle made him into a servant. Now, Dravyn is standing across from a
sorcerer, and Killian’s magic scares him and his beast. Although he cannot deny that Killian is
beautiful, Dravyn has no words to convey the mixture of emotions brewing in him.

Hours after Killian leaves the castle, a twist changes
everything. Soon, more than fear separates Killian and Dravyn. Obstacles stand between
them, but Fate has already paired their souls. What are they willing to sacrifice to honor the
goddess and the tug of their hearts?

Excerpt

Killian smiled at the dragon conquering his heart as they
arrived on D’Vaire land, following a quick teleportation spell. They’d spent an unforgettable
night in Killian’s bed, and he couldn’t wait for a repeat experience. Never in Killian’s life had
he known such passion. It was not desire alone either. With no experience as someone’s
devoted partner, Killian had not known how tender he could feel for another person.

But he wondered why he was surprised. Dravyn was a
complex mixture of shy gardener and dragon Duke. In the dark green eyes gazing into his
own was Dravyn’s every emotion. Killian was both humbled and encouraged by the caring he
found there, and he appreciated the wonder too. After so many years apart and their
personal struggles, it was shockingly easy to find accord between them.

It made Killian realize that, while he did not approve of
every twist Fate had put in his life, he was devoted to the goddess because she’d gifted him
Dravyn.

Killian slid an arm around Dravyn’s waist and tugged him
close for a kiss.

“I fear I no longer have the ability to control myself around
you now that I know how delicious you taste,” Killian said against Dravyn’s lips.

“We have kissed for weeks now.”

“I was speaking of the other parts of your body I sampled
last night and again this morning.”

Dravyn’s cheeks filled with color. “Killer, dragons have
exceptional hearing, and what happens between us is private. The house is not so far from
us.”

“I will behave if you promise to be in my bed again
soon.”

“That is not an invitation I would refuse.”

Cupping the back of Dravyn’s neck to tug the tall Duke
toward him, Killian reunited their mouths and allowed his tongue to explore unhindered. In
the bright morning sun, Killian’s prick grew hard and Dravyn’s delightfully large cock poked
Killian’s belly. Seconds away from casting another teleportation circle and pushing the
dragon down to the mattress in his tree, Killian gasped as Dravyn shoved him away.

Dravyn’s eyes darted from side to side, and his entire face
was bright red. Grabbing the edges of his cloak, Dravyn burrowed into his clothing.

“We are here to grow a tree,” Dravyn protested.

“I should allow you to hear the music of your garden. It has
switched from its usual soft melody to a deep thunderous beat. They approve of our union
and expressing what Fate has given us as mates.”

Reaching out, Dravyn patted a nearby cluster of leaves.

“Thank you,” Dravyn whispered to the garden, and in that
moment, Killian fell in love. He’d known he was headed there, but it was the glowing
affection and kindness Dravyn showed his plants that tipped Killian over the edge. Dravyn
was truest to himself in his garden. Like Killian, he understood these weren’t just vines and
flowers. They were living things with emotions.

Startled by the intensity of losing his heart to someone,
Killian stumbled back a step and hoped Fate had a future for them filled with promise.
Obstacles stood before them, and their lives were still separated in many important ways.
Could love conquer all? Killian certainly hoped it would. He wanted it to. So easily he could
imagine an eternity with Dravyn. But did the dragon want the same?

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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COVER REVEAL: “Killian” by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Killian (Twisted Tales of D’Vaire, Book 1)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: June 6, 2024

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 96 000 words

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

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For two soulmates, a single twist of fate can change everything.

Blurb

In 1369, Killian the Dwyer is a young druid still learning to rule his people. His journey is aided by his peers. Two years ago, Killian accepted an opportunity to join a council of respected leaders. Which is why, on one fateful day, Killian and his fellow leaders venture to a castle of dragons.

Their intent is to build an alliance—what they find is death. But that is not all Killian discovers. Standing alone in a garden is a shy dragon with scales of a deep dark green—Killian’s favored hue. The shifter’s name is Duke Dravyn D’Vairedraconis, and he is Killian’s mate.

Dravyn knows little about the world. At four, he lost his parents and his uncle made him into a servant. Now, Dravyn is standing across from a sorcerer, and Killian’s magic scares him and his beast. Although he cannot deny that Killian is beautiful, Dravyn has no words to convey the mixture of emotions brewing in him.

Hours after Killian leaves the castle, a twist changes everything. Soon, more than fear separates Killian and Dravyn. Obstacles stand between them, but Fate has already paired their souls. What are they willing to sacrifice to honor the goddess and the tug of their hearts?

Excerpt

Killian’s lips tingled. It was a pleasant feeling, and he grinned at the blushing Duke in front of him.

“Your mouth is addictive,” Killian said.

To his delight, Dravyn’s cheeks went pinker, and he shuffled his feet. Thankfully, Dravyn kept his deep green gaze locked on Killian’s. Thanks to the great studying Killian had done of Dravyn in their slowly growing acquaintance, he’d learned that the moment the shifter grew uncomfortable his eyes hit the ground. Killian detested it whenever Dravyn’s shoulders stooped or he bowed his head.

From what Killian had learned of Dravyn’s life thus far, the man had done nothing to deserve such innate reticence about asserting himself or feeling comfortable in his own skin. Killian’s hands curled into fists as he thought about the many years Dravyn had served as a servant due to greedy, unworthy dragons.

“Shift whenever you are ready,” Killian said to Dravyn.

To Killian’s amusement, in the glow of the golden light he’d provided them in the dark, Dravyn’s ears turned a deep red.

Dravyn’s chin hit his chest. “I will need a bit of privacy to shift.”

Although Killian would have preferred to watch Dravyn peel off his clothing so he could see every inch of his thickly muscled body, he was unsurprised at the Duke’s words.

“I understand,” Killian assured him with a quick peck on one pink cheek.

Dravyn’s mouth twisted for a second, then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Killian’s. That was an invitation Killian refused to ignore, and he cupped the bare skin of Dravyn’s neck underneath his tangled mess of dark locks to kiss him more deeply. Just like the first time, Dravyn set Killian aflame. Killian was not unexperienced, but no one had ever come close to driving him to the edge of madness—and they had barely touched.

Killian’s eager mind threatened his sanity with images of him lying intertwined with Dravyn. To keep himself from tugging at Dravyn’s clothing himself, Killian ruthlessly shut down that train of thought and waited for his mate to shyly end their embrace. Stepping back, Dravyn smiled.

“I should go shift now,” Dravyn said.

“I’ll wait however long you need,” Killian replied, meaning every word.

Dravyn sprinted off toward the copse of trees behind them. Rocking from heel to toe, Killian tried not to think about Dravyn removing his clothes so he wouldn’t do something stupid like chase him.

“Such dangerous beauty,” Killian murmured as Dravyn swooped down behind him so he would not run into any tall trees. Turning on his heel, Killian increased the glow of his lamp to better appreciate the way the light reflected off the dark scales of the magnificent creature in front of him. Killian stepped forward and laid a hand on the surprisingly sleek texture of dragonskin. “How do I get myself up?”

Dravyn stretched his legs out and bellyflopped into the dirt. It was such a surprisingly cute movement from such a grand dragon that Killian laughed. Then he tugged his cloak up and stretched a leg over Dravyn. It took some wiggling, but eventually, Killian’s bare feet dangled on either side of the beast’s curved back.

Before Killian could decide if he should be frightened, Dravyn thundered across the ground and flapped his enormous wings. They left the ground, and Killian threw his arms up as they went airborne. The wind whipped through his hair, tugging off his hood, and he grinned as they flowed through the cool night sky.

“This is incredible,” Killian shouted, and to his delight, Dravyn’s beast grumbled with what he hoped was an answering delight as they shared this wondrous experience together.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area, she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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BLOG TOUR: “Last Resort” by Morgan Brice. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Last Resort
(Treasure Trail Book 3)

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Lou
Harper

Release Date: March 6,
2024

Genres: MM paranormal romance & supernatural
suspense

Tropes: moving in together, second chance at love, healing from the past,
dealing with past issues, hurt/comfort

Themes: evolving relationship, learning to trust, forgiving yourself, letting
go of the past

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 216
pages

It’s the third book in the
series, but can be read as a standalone It does not
end on a cliffhanger

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Can Ben and Erik put
the pieces together to solve the case, or when the cards are dealt, will they be left holding

the dead man’s hand

Blurb

Weird things are happening again in Cape May and the ghosts of old mobsters never
rest easy.

Erik Mitchell gets a strange delivery of antique
poker chips with odd markings tied to a casino that burned a century ago. Ben Nolan finds a
dead guy in one of his rental units—turns out the guy’s been missing for twenty years and is
linked to a long-lost treasure.

The ghostly energy of the old Commodore Wilson hotel
juices up all the town’s spirits, and a stranger shows up with an unhealthy interest in both
cases. Ben and Erik have just moved in together, and they’re still navigating the next step as
partners and blending their lives.

Murder, missing persons, hidden treasure, and haunted
poker chips. Can Ben and Erik put the pieces together to solve the case, or when the cards
are dealt, will they be left holding the dead man’s hand?

Last Resort
is a suspenseful MM paranormal romance mystery-adventure filled with second
chance love, hurt/comfort, true soulmates, old curses, hidden treasure, dangerous secrets,
restless ghosts, psychic visions, powerful witches, angry mobsters, and a very haunted
hotel.

Excerpt

“This brings back memories.” Ben Nolan and his partner carried the last boxes up the
stairs. “I spent too many Saturdays in my twenties helping my friends move in and out of
apartments for free pizza and beer.”

“Look at it as a built-in fitness workout,” Erik Mitchell, his boyfriend, replied. “The good
thing is that most days, you don’t need to go up and down more than once.”

“I’m sure I can come up with reasons to stay in.” Ben dripped his voice to a sexy growl
and gave Erik a knowing look.

Erik shook his head fondly. “Sounds good—but we still need to go to work
sometime.”

Erik owned Trinkets, the antique shop in the first floor of the old Victorian house where
their apartment took up the second level. “Can’t beat the commute,” he added.”

“True—and mine’s still totally walkable unless the weather is foul.” Ben managed Nolan
Resort Real Estate, owned by his aunt and uncle. Until recently, he had stayed in one of the
company’s rentals. Ben had moved in with Erik a few months ago, but forgotten about a
stack of boxes that were still stored in Trinkets’ back room.

The important stuff had already found a place in the apartment. Now Ben needed to
figure out what in these last boxes to keep or toss. He’d packed long enough ago that he had
forgotten what remained.

“Actually, I was surprised how fast I got used to the stairs,” Erik told him. “My place in
Atlanta had an elevator, but nowhere near the charm.”

Both Ben and Erik had recently moved to Cape May, New Jersey to make a fresh start
after their old lives went off the rails. Ben stepped away from being a Newark cop after a
betrayal and a near-fatal shooting, and becoming a private investigator had left him burned
out and bitter. Erik left his high-profile work stopping art fraud and antiquities smugglers
when a bust gone wrong nearly got him killed—and his boyfriend cheated. Differing
circumstances led them to Cape May and chance brought them together, but Ben thanked
his lucky stars every day for how things had turned out.

“Now we just have to figure out what’s worth keeping.” Ben surveyed the stacks of boxes in
the living room. “We already have an interesting decorating style.”

They had found a quirky way to blend his statues of Spider-Man and Optimus Prime
and wall art of some of his favorite comics and sci-fi movies with Erik’s more traditional
taste, honed by his work for art museums.

“Bring it on,” Erik said with a laugh. “It’s good to shake things up.”

Ben reeled him in for a kiss. “I can think of ways to get a whole lotta shakin’ going on,”
he growled.

Erik kissed him and stepped away. “Hold that thought. We need to be able to navigate
through the living room, so the boxes can’t stay—which means unpacking.”

“Spoil sport,” Ben grumbled good-naturedly.

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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NEW RELEASE: “Worthy Promises” by Jessamyn Kingley

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NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Worthy
Promises (D’Vaire, Book 41)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: April 4,
2024

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 98 800
words

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

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Two men plagued by
loneliness soon learn that finding love was definitely worth the wait.

Blurb

Duke Argent Worthington D’Vairedraconis knows
loneliness. For a century, his father confined him in a rambling old home. Decades have
passed since he left his father’s court, and Worth has blossomed under the D’Vaire roof. But
scars remain. Worth abhors the quiet and hates being alone. Although he once questioned
Fate’s methods, he now yearns wholeheartedly for the other half of his soul.

At nineteen, Oliver Toivonen is handed the reins of his
father’s fortune—or lack thereof. His parents are obsessed with wealth, prestige, and
making the right social connections. They blame Oliver, not their lavish spending, when he
must sell off the estate. Over a century and a half later, his folks are killed in a car accident
and Oliver is left to raise the seven-year-old brother he barely knows.

In an expansive garden in the middle of Las Vegas, Worth
and Oliver meet. Sparks fly immediately, and their beasts are ready to pursue each other
relentlessly. Oliver must be pragmatic for his brother’s sake. But he is unwilling to ignore his
heart. As Worth and Oliver negotiate their future, Fate tosses a few surprises at the D’Vaires.
Oliver and Worth must make sure nothing gets in their way.

Excerpt

“If this is a place that can truly heal someone, maybe he’ll
find a way to make peace with the past somehow,” Oliver said.

“Look at you already believing in the power of D’Vaire,”
Worthington replied.

“I don’t consider myself an optimist,” Oliver explained. “Nor
do I bother with being negative. I prefer to be realistic and accept what is. Fate made you my
mate. This is your home. I would never ask you to leave it. Where I live is just a building. One
filled with memories that are better left behind. Someday I hope we can reach a point where
Orion and I feel comfortable and welcome here.”

Worthington grinned so brightly Oliver smiled back at him
immediately. “I was constructing a brilliant plan in my head to convince you that D’Vaire is a
perfect home for you and your brother. You’re making things easy on me.”

“What arguments did you have lined up?”

In a flurry of movement and the scraping of his chaise
across the deck, Worthington positioned himself close enough to grab Oliver’s hand. Once
Worthington was relaxed against his cushion again, he toyed with Oliver’s fingers.

“Well, I mentioned the peace and tranquility.”

“You did.”

“One of my dearest friends in the house, Lex, has recently
met his other half. Our fair Rutledge requires a room upstairs to get access to the outdoors
easily since gargoyles can only shift at night. Lex left behind the bedroom next to mine when
he moved upstairs to be with his mate. I thought that would be a perfect space for Orion.
It’d be close enough for him to come get one of us if he needs a cuddle after a bad dream or
wishes to tell us more dragon facts.”

Inexplicably moved that Worthington had already
considered Orion’s needs, Oliver was wondering if it was wrong to be losing his heart to the
pink dragon at his side so quickly. Oliver was still struggling to get to know Orion and to help
him pick up the pieces following the death of their parents, and he wanted dearly for his
brother to know he was there for him, no matter what.

“That is definitely a good thing to suggest and point
out.”

“I do have myself to offer as well.”

Oliver’s gaze eagerly swept across the long form of the
exquisitely made man clad in dark jeans and an untucked button-down in pink-and-white
stripes. “You’re a very enticing package, Worthington.”

“We already know you wish to see me naked.”

“Is there an unmated gay man on this planet who
doesn’t?”

“I’d hardly know, it’s been over a century since I’ve had
sex.”

In genuine shock, Oliver blinked heavily. “What?”

“Trust isn’t easy for me, Owliver. I want everything with
you. All I ask in return is that you be gentle with me. My hurts have mended, but you have
the power to break me. I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

Moved by Worthington’s honesty and willingness to be so
candid, Oliver swung his legs to the deck and sat up straight. Their gazes locked, and Oliver
lifted a trembling hand to cup Worthington’s cheek. “I’ve never offered my heart to anyone.
My parents disliked me. I have no friends. Until this moment, I didn’t understand that I was
saving all the caring and friendship I desire for my mate. For you, Worthington. I’ll take care
of you. All I ask is that you do the same for me. I need your honesty. If at any point this isn’t
working, don’t lead me on. Walk away before you break me.”

Worthington surged forward so their lips met, and Oliver
gave up everything to instinct. His tongue darted out, and he tasted Worthington’s
welcoming mouth and exulted in the Duke Argent’s surrender. Oliver was immediately torn
between desire and an overwhelming surge of protectiveness for the incredible man he was
just getting to know.

“Owliver,” Worthington said against his lips.

“Yes?”

“Did I mention how much I want to get you
naked?”

Oliver leaned his forehead on Worthington’s and breathed
him in. “I’ll have you soon.”

“If you want my dick to calm down, you need to stop talking
to me like that.”

With a chuckle, Oliver pulled away and smiled as
Worthington stole a quick kiss. “When can I see you again?”

“What are your plans for tomorrow, Owliver?”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

Join her Facebook group, Jessamyn’s Ruffian’s

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COVER REVEAL: “Worthy Promises” by Jessamy Kingley

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Post published:March 21, 2024
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COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Worthy
Promises (D’Vaire, Book 41)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: April 4,
2024

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 98 800
words

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

Goodreads Series Link

Amazon Series Link

Two men plagued by
loneliness soon learn that finding love was definitely worth the wait.

Blurb

Duke Argent Worthington D’Vairedraconis knows
loneliness. For a century, his father confined him in a rambling old home. Decades have
passed since he left his father’s court, and Worth has blossomed under the D’Vaire roof. But
scars remain. Worth abhors the quiet and hates being alone. Although he once questioned
Fate’s methods, he now yearns wholeheartedly for the other half of his soul.

At nineteen, Oliver Toivonen is handed the reins of his
father’s fortune—or lack thereof. His parents are obsessed with wealth, prestige, and
making the right social connections. They blame Oliver, not their lavish spending, when he

must sell off the estate. Over a century and a half later, his folks are killed in a car accident
and Oliver is left to raise the seven-year-old brother he barely knows.

In an expansive garden in the middle of Las Vegas, Worth
and Oliver meet. Sparks fly immediately, and their beasts are ready to pursue each other
relentlessly. Oliver must be pragmatic for his brother’s sake. But he is unwilling to ignore his
heart. As Worth and Oliver negotiate their future, Fate tosses a few surprises at the D’Vaires.
Oliver and Worth must make sure nothing gets in their way.

Excerpt

Already wondering how long he’d have to stay at the party,
Worth went to the bar and grabbed a flute. Champagne wasn’t his favorite drink, but this
was a celebration of Dérive and its loyal customers so he went with the party vibe. His lips
had barely touched the glass when a strange frisson danced along his spine. Worth’s cock
hardened in his expertly tailored trousers, and his eyes widened as the scent of fresh sage
tickled his senses.

With his dragon roaring with triumph in his head, Worth
scanned the crowd and found no one drawing his attention. Was Fate fucking with him?
Those signs should have meant his mate was somewhere, but where?

Someone tapped Worth’s shoulder, and he immediately
turned around. An arm’s length away stood a blond a couple of inches shorter than Worth.
Unlike Worth’s hair, which brushed his shoulders, the shifter’s shiny platinum tresses were
clipped short and styled conservatively. Long brown lashes did nothing to disguise the bright
yellow of his gaze, and Worth unconsciously returned his sexy smile.

For a split second, Worth was nearly brought to tears. The
stranger was dressed in a black tuxedo. His tie was striped with white and salmon pink—the
color of Worth’s dragon, which Worth had once hated for being different.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” his mate said in a deep,
rumbly voice that did nothing to lessen the strain on Worth’s boxers.

Worth tossed back the entire glass of champagne, more to
gain a few seconds to calm his racing heart than because he had any desire to enjoy his
drink. For a moment, he struggled to find the normal glibness of his tongue. But he took a
deep breath and plastered a smirk on his face. “As I’m clearly wearing a crown, I appreciate
your desire to immediately drop any formal pretense.”

One blondish-brown eyebrow rose. “Do you require an
apology, Your Grace?”

“Not hardly,” Worth scoffed. “This is no ordinary
meeting.”

“No, Worthington, it’s not. I hate to burst your aristocratic
bubble, but titles don’t impress me.”

Since Worth had dealt with a father undeserving of being a
king, he could appreciate his mate’s attitude and took an immediate liking to the handsome
man. He and his dragon wanted to know everything about him.

“Very wise, but I’m at quite the disadvantage here. You
clearly know who I am, but you have yet to bother telling me your name.”

“Oliver. Oliver Toivonen.”

“I’m not familiar with your beast, what animal did Fate
grace you with?”

“I’m a snowy owl.”

Worth burst into laughter, and his dragon roared with
approval as fresh sage continued to tickle their senses. “My entire life makes sense now. I’ve
been inexplicably enamored of owls for years.”

“My favorite color is pink.”

“It just occurred to me you’re an owl named Oliver.
Owliver.”

Oliver’s sexy mouth flattened in a line. “Like I’ve never
heard that joke before.”

“Hmm, unoriginal as it may be, I’m still going to call you
Owliver. It suits you,” Worth told him with a sly smile.

“I’d like to find out if you suit me.”

“I appreciate your candor,” Worth replied, his grin growing.
His nerves didn’t have a chance against the overwhelming feelings of awe and appreciation
that he’d finally found his other half.

“Well, I’m already wondering how long it’s going to be until
I can appreciate the body you’re hiding under that suit.”

Worth chuckled. His imagination was also trying its best to
peel Oliver out of his tuxedo, but Worth hardly wanted to stand around with his dick tenting
his trousers for however long he was blessed with Oliver’s company. “I need another drink,
Owliver. Care to join me for one?”

“Does the CFO of Dérive have time to babysit one
customer?”

“Since that customer is my mate, I’ve all the time in the
world for you.”

“Then I’d love to share a drink with you.”

Returning Oliver’s smile, Worth couldn’t imagine a better
meeting. He quietly thanked Fate for the extraordinarily attractive man in front of him. “I’ve
already stood in line once to get a glass of champagne. Be a gentleman and go get two for
us.”

“You’re lucky I am a gentleman. Go find a spot in the garden
for us to talk. Maybe the benches near the pink roses.”

Worth gave him a courtly bow. “As you wish,
Owliver.”

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-
reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area,
she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not
writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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SERIES TOUR: “Blood and Bonds” by S.J. Coles

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SERIES TOUR

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: Bleed In The
Night (Blood and Bonds #2)

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: February 27,
2024

Genre: Paranormal/Vampire/Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Enemies to
Lovers/BDSM

Themes: Overcoming demons/identity

Length: 55 711 words/223
pages

Heat Rating: 4
flames

It is Book 2 in the ‘Blood and
Bonds’ series.

This book ends on a series
cliffhanger, but with a HFN for the couple in the story.

Buy Links

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It’s not just fear keeping
Tyler up at night…and that’s what frightens him.

Blurb

Tyler Lomax met Lucien, supposedly the oldest haemophile
in existence, on a dark night in the depths of winter. Tyler was protesting against Baron

Emory Von Magnusson taking possession of a human child. He thought he’d been doing the
right thing—fighting against evil, against fear.

Lucien had almost killed him for it. Now it’s months later,
and Tyler hasn’t slept since. Tyler wants Lucien found. When the authorities fail him, he feels
forced to take matters into his own hands.

Tyler’s contact ‘Damon’ doesn’t call himself a ‘vampire
hunter’, but that is exactly what Tyler intends to pay him to be. What Tyler doesn’t bank on
is having Lucien at his mercy, forcing him to confront what’s really consuming him.

Tyler will not only have to face what he is feeling but finally
open his mind to a perspective other than his own. He just has to pray that opening up to
Lucien won’t bleed him dry before he realizes the truth.

Excerpt

Summer was at its height. York hadn’t felt a breath of wind
or a drop of rain in weeks. Even at night, the air was still and heavy, like it was choked by a
storm waiting to break.

But the weather wasn’t the reason Tyler couldn’t
sleep.

It had been the same every night for weeks. As soon as he
switched the light off, he was back on Askham Moor. Hands stronger than iron crushed his
body. Adrenaline coursed through his veins like venom. The smell of his own urine was sharp
in his nostrils.

He could hear his own voice bleeding out of him, freezing
and dying in the cold night air: “Let me fucking go,” he cried. “Let me go now, or I swear
I’ll…”

The grip on him tightened. Fingernails sharp as glass shards
pricked his flesh.

“Be still.” The voice was as smooth as an oil spill. It poured
into his ear and down his nerves, stretching them to the point of snapping. The hot, fragrant
breath against his skin made his traitorous body shake.

“This is assault. I’ll have you arrested, I swear.”

“This is what happens when weak men pretend they are
strong.” The creature tightened his grip in Tyler’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing his
neck. “Do you still think you are strong?”

Tyler fought air into his lungs, staring at the stars that had
started to wheel overhead. “Who…who are you?”

“I am Lucien,” murmured the voice. “Whether you live
another fifty seconds or another fifty years, you will never forget that name.”

Tyler threw his pillow across the room. It knocked a hi-fi
speaker flying. It crashed to the floor with the sickening sound of splintering wood. He sat on
the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, breathing hard, until the red mist swirling
before his eyes faded.

He checked his phone. Three-o-one a.m. He threw it at the
wall, shoved back the sheets and paced the flat until, finally, the sun began to rise, and he
dared open the curtains.

By the time he was nearing Fulford Road Police Station an
hour later, he was finishing his fourth coffee, and his body felt like it was strung through with
hot wire. There was a bitter, metallic taste in his mouth. His heart skittered in his
chest.

He swore and swerved to avoid an ambulance bombing the
other way down the narrow street…then another. He pulled over and climbed out of the car,
shaking as the sirens faded away. Silence descended. He took a steadying breath and made
for the police station on foot.

It wasn’t yet six a.m., but when he arrived, the entrance
was swarming with activity. Another ambulance was pulled up onto the curb. Paramedics
were hoisting up a stretcher on which sprawled an unconscious form. There was blood
everywhere—on the man’s face, clothes, matting his hair. The ambulance screamed off after
the others.

Tyler stood staring for a moment before shaking himself
and striding into the police station.

“DI Walker,” he barked at the harried-looking desk officer.
She held up a finger and continued her conversation on the phone. “Oi, lady. I said I want to
see Walker. Now.”

“One sec,” she said into the phone then gave Tyler a hard
look. “Please, sir. Take a seat.”

“I won’t take a bloody seat. Get Walker out here.
Now.”

The woman’s face tightened. “DI Walker is engaged. If you
want to leave your number, I will be sure he contacts you. Yes, I’m still here,” she spoke again
into the phone. “We need extra techs to go over the CCTV as soon as possible. Yes. Scene
photographers, too—”

Tyler reached over and cut the woman’s call. “I said I want
Walker…now.”

She held his glare without blinking. “And I said he’s busy,
sir.”

“Mr. Lomax.” Tyler turned. A tall man stood in the doorway.
His brown hair was disheveled, like he’d been running his hands through it, but the hard
amber of his eyes was as unyielding as stone. “You’re up early.”

“Finally,” Tyler said, folding his arms. “I came for an update
on my case.”

The detective studied him for a moment. “This way, Mr.
Lomax,” he said, stepping back and holding open the door.

Tyler strode through, muttering under his breath. Walker
took them to an interview room and shutting them in.

“You’re avoiding me,” Tyler said.

“Why would I avoid such pleasant company as yours?”
Walker replied, standing with his hands in his pockets. There were shadows under his eyes
and spots of blood on his collar.

“I’m serious,” Tyler said, lifting his gaze from the stain. “You
don’t think I’m serious? Because I can show you just how serious I am, if that’s what you
want.”

BOOK 1

Book Title: Touch in the
Night

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: November 7,
2023

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Vampire, BDSM, Single Dad, Billionaire

Themes: Self-worth, self-acceptance, overcoming prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 85 673 words/344
pages

It is Book 1 in the ‘Blood and
Bonds’ Series. Books 2 & 3 due for release in 2024

This book does not end on a
cliffhanger

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Publisher | Universal
Link

Jesse Truelove never felt a
part of his own family. But can a vampire really give him a new one?

Blurb

With a criminal record, no steady job and a penchant for
kink, Jesse Truelove has spent most of his life feeling like an outsider. He tells himself it
doesn’t bother him, that he never needed human connections anyway.

Now the Undying Baron, Emory Von Magnusson, a
vampire—or, to use the modern term, ‘haemophile’—has reclaimed his ancestral home
north of Jesse’s hometown, and the human population isn’t sure how to react. Jesse knows a
thing or two about what it’s like to be misjudged, so he keeps an open mind. But when a
bungled break-in at Emory’s home brings them face-to-face, Jesse finds it’s much more than
his mind that’s stimulated.

However, building a relationship with an undead blood-
drinker was never going to be straightforward, especially when that undead blood-drinker
reveals he wants a family.

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.

Author Links

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COVER REVEAL: “Touched by Destiny” by Jessamyn Kingley

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Post published:January 25, 2024
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COVER REVEAL

Book Title: Touched by
Destiny (Arcane Havoc #1)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: February 8,
2024

Genres: MM Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, resolving the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 97 000
words

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

Without risk, finding a
soulmate is impossible.

But Gabriel and Eric
quickly discover that the first step was the easiest.

Blurb

Gabriel Wolfebrier believes his honor is forever tarnished.
For the first fifteen years of his resurrected life, he did whatever his necromancer told him.
They were friends. Family. So, Gabriel asked no questions as he helped bury dead sorcerers
he was told were enemies. Too late, Gabriel learns he’s been duped. But somehow, he is
offered a second chance.

Born with the mark of a skull on his hand, Eric Marwood

has special talents. Unlike other necromancers, he can speak to the dead and help them find
their way home. He is dedicated to two things—nurturing his skills and dreaming of a life
with Gabriel. But not everyone reveres his gifts, and destiny-touched men and women like
him are hunted.

The Marwoods consider Gabriel one of their own, but his
past is a heavy burden he cannot forget. Which is why it annoys him each time he notices
how beautiful Eric is or how much fun they have together aiding ghosts.

Sex is the only way to find a soulmate in their world, and
Eric is determined to seduce Gabriel. As for Gabriel, he is desperate to ignore his own urges.
Life has a funny way of changing in an instant, and neither man truly knows what the future
holds.

Excerpt

Eric nodded at his brother, and his eyes locked with
Gabriel’s. There was too much distance between them to gauge the necromancer’s
thoughts. That full mouth painted a glossy pink curved, and something inside of Gabriel
snapped. Gone was the cautious voice demanding he steer clear of his lust and adoration of
the man sinuously walking toward him. His blood thundered in his ears as he grew harder.
His thoughts grew reckless, and he wondered—envisaged—what it would be like to take
Eric.

What did he have left to lose? Would Gabriel go to the
grave without one taste of him?

“Gabriel,” Eric said as he stopped in front of him with mere
inches separating them.

Too consumed with lust to even find his tongue to speak,
Gabriel gave a brief nod of his head to let Eric know he’d heard him. Those dreamy blue eyes
were dark with need, and Gabriel’s cock jerked in response.

“Can I speak with you privately?” Eric asked, his voice no
more than a raspy whisper.

It was an invitation. Gabriel was under no illusion about
Eric’s intent. He’d declared it a night to toss away his inhibitions, and for some reason, he’d
chosen Gabriel as the target for his desires. He knew he shouldn’t accept. If he were smart,
Gabriel would insist Eric return to the dance floor. But Gabriel was apparently short on
intelligence because he held out his hand instead. The other guards would figure out where
they were going and likely why, but they were paid to be discreet.

As soon as Eric slid his warm palm into Gabriel’s, they left
the private club at a fast clip. There were plenty of other inspirits around to ensure Richard
and Maribeth were protected, so Gabriel didn’t worry about the other young Marwoods. His
sole focus was on Eric and how fabulously his lanky frame was showcased in his tank and
those pants highlighting the delicious curve of his pert ass.

“Where are we going?” Gabriel asked huskily.

Eric tugged a hotel key out of his pocket and handed it to
him. A quick glance told Gabriel it was for a room on the first floor. They wouldn’t have to
find an elevator, and Gabriel refused to give himself a moment to contemplate the stupid
decision he was making. But as he unlocked the door and shut himself and Eric into the
quiet space, he acknowledged that he’d been waiting years for this moment.

Gabriel reached for him, and suddenly there was a horny
necromancer plastered to his front. Their mouths met, and Eric’s kiss was charmingly clumsy.
He tasted of strawberries. Gabriel mused that those pretty boys he’d dated hadn’t had a clue
how to please him. With a little gentle coaxing of his tongue, Eric relaxed, and their embrace
grew languid and impossibly hot.

Clutching Eric’s round ass, Gabriel intended to give him an
experience the necromancer would never forget. Long after Gabriel was dead and buried, he
wanted Eric to recall his first night of passion. Gabriel shifted so his dick rubbed against Eric’s
length. Eric groaned and tore his lips free to gasp loudly.

Taking advantage of his exposed neck, Gabriel sucked at
Eric’s tender skin. His thoughts grew darker as he worked a hand between them to find Eric’s
zipper, and he hoped none of Eric’s future trysts would compare to the passion exploding
between them. No one had ever pushed Gabriel so close to the edge with such little
effort.

A few sexy kisses, a couple of moans, and Gabriel’s balls
were ready to empty. The last thing he wanted was to give either of them any time to think
or put any space between them, but Gabriel shoved Eric away long enough to rip the tank
top over his head. The smooth skin of his hairless chest was damp with sweat from dancing
and the desire building between them.

Gabriel trailed his fingers down between Eric’s pectorals,
and the muscles of his belly jumped as Gabriel moved lower. Shoving Eric’s pants over his
hips revealed a small scrap of black that served as his underwear. The tip of his ruddy cock
had defied the waistband, and Gabriel’s mouth watered with anticipation of his
taste.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley has
published over forty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary
passion for her characters, Jessamyn eagerly crafts new tales and avidly re-reads them
whenever her schedule allows. Jessamyn shares a home in Nevada with her husband and
their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her thick stack of
beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.

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