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

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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.

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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

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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.

 

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COVER REVEAL: “Touched by Destiny” by Jessamyn Kingley

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.

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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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SERIES TOUR: “The Felides Clan” by Jae Greyn.

SERIES TOUR

The Félidés Clan
series by
Jae Greyn

Birth is only the beginning…

The books are not standalone
and need to be read in order.

Each book ends on a
cliffhanger.

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 3-4 flames

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BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1

Book Title: Nothing
Burns Like Time

Length: 95 pages

Release Date: July 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal
Fantasy

Tropes: Fighting to be together, fight for survival

The book ends on a cliffhanger.

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Raven, Justice of Gemini, wanted nothing to do with the problems other gods created. He’d
settled down in a quiet corner of The Veil, kept to himself, and continued to do his job. His
twin, Scot, had become a jaded player in the name of boredom, and Raven had given up on
any hope of dating until he met Cyan, a beautiful young God, thrust into an impossible
position.

Cyan, lord Ether and son of the Source, never thought about love until Raven saved him in a
fight with Vampires.

All they want is the next date, but the goddess of Time has other ideas. She wants Gemini
dead by any means necessary. She thrusts them into a war that pits born gods against
demigods, taking sibling rivalry to a brand new level.

This is only the beginning for The Félidés Clan. Who will survive, and will Raven and Cyan
have the second date?

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: Predator’s
Patience (#1.5)

Length: 151
pages

Release Date: September 8,
2023

Genre: MM paranormal romantasy

Trope: Time Travel

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Cyan Revy FeLiSe has one beautiful afternoon with Raven, Justice of Gemini. He returns
home and discovers the gods are going to war. Raven doesn’t answer when Cy calls; the
number belongs to someone else. Cy pretends he isn’t hurt, but he’s devastated. And then,
the god Chaos, makes an extraordinary request. He wants Cy to find his sons.

Time doesn’t flow the same in the Garden, and Cy doesn’t know the war has started, ended,
and begun again. His mother, The Source of All Things, disagreed with the outcome the first
time around. Several of his brothers died, and Raven and Scot had to be born again.

Cy agrees to help Chaos find them, which leads them all from one Plane to another, trying to
stop Gi, the goddess of Time, from tearing them apart. Within these pages is the story of
Raven and Cyan. Journals and private memories between the couple who are just trying to
find each other.

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: Madness
And Majick

Length: 78
pages

Release Date: August 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal Romantasy

Trope: Finding love

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Blurb

Dear me,

One time goddess named Gi started a war with my papas, Justice and War of Gemini. For
some stupid reason, she assumed birth would make them lower than demigod.

In truth, it only made them angry.

They signed a contract to judge someone, and part of that agreement was kids. Nyx, the god
of Peace, and one of my grandparents would only help if my dads had kids with a suitable
female. He’s only asshat number two.

Number three would be my not-so-lovely Aunt CattyWhack, um, Catori, who has trapped my
papas in the Veil club, which is under a Time spell, where every night is Samhain. She’s trying
to kill them.

Then there is me, who’s never been without my twin. We’ve shared everything but
boyfriends since the womb, and suddenly he’s somewhere else, and I’m stuck in The Veil,
alone, living in a hotel suite, until my papas are free.

Syra, The Source of All Things, and my honorary grandma, because family ain’t always blood,
gave me a job to do.

And I’m trying. Only a god can sustain a god, and now that I’m grown, my papas’ blood only
gets me so far.

I really need my twin right now. My big brother, Shiloh, would do, too. He’s off looking for
my mom, so she can replace Gi.

What have I gotten myself into? Somebody save me. I don’t want to do this by myself.

Kansas Raine Félidés, Lord Cinis

 

BOOK 4

Book Title: Sealed With
A Tris

Length: 108
pages

Release Date: September 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal Romantasy

Trope: fated mates

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Blurb

Dear Me,

This would be the longest summer of my life, and it hadn’t started. You see, I’m the
forgotten twin and what is referred to in my world as ‘the spare.’ Oddly enough, I do still
hold my title, Lord Vitae, but it isn’t doing me much good in my current state.

I arrived two weeks previously and landed in the shower, fully clothed. My twin slapped his
hand over my mouth to keep me from shrieking the walls down at the shock of the water
blasting me in the face.

After helping one Jace Corrins with Clary Clatterbox My Mama Is The Soul Maker, I stayed
hidden until we moved into the house Mamie bought for us, and then I finally got to stop
shielding my presence from my brother’s most lovely mate.

In precisely one month, Kansas and I will turn nineteen, and it will be the first time in our
existence that he had a lover and I didn’t. I know. Getting laid should not be a priority, and it
really isn’t. My focus at the moment is checking on the custom guitar I’m having made for
Kansas, for said birthday.

Material things hadn’t always mattered to us because before, we could wake up on a
completely different plane, in a completely different year and age. Our honorary Mamie, the
Source of all things, has assured us repeatedly that The Veil is home and we can’t be moved
unless we move ourselves. We are trusting her judgment because, really? Who would tell
her no?

Tristan Storme Félidés

 

BOOK 5

Book Title: See Who
Loves You Now

Length: 154
pages

Release Date: October 21,
2023

Genre: MM Paranormal Romantasy

Trope: Time travel

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Blurb

The worst birthday turns into the best when Kansas and Shiloh meet Sam and Rye Lance. But
are they part of Catori’s plan to wipe the Felides Clan from existence, or is it forever and
always?

A spell stands between them and the truth. Only Time will tell.

 

 

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Jae Greyn is the author of the
Fire Ridge Pride Series. Born in the United States, Jae is an advocate for being
good humans to animals and people. A consumer of coffee, chocolate, and
romances.

 

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NEW RELEASE: “The Red Dragon of Oxford” by Joy Lynn Fielding. $15.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

NEW RELEASE

Book Title: The Red Dragon of Oxford

Author and Publisher: Joy
Lynn Fielding

Cover Artist:
Miblart

Release Date: January 15,
2024

Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fish out of water, mutual pining, shifters

Themes: Self-acceptance,
empowerment

Length: 66,000
words

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is a standalone story (the
first in a new series) and d
oes not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Dragons aren’t real. Or so I
used to think.

Blurb

Oxford isn’t exactly what I’d imagined. Sure, the colleges are romantic, and everyone is brilliant enough to

trigger my impostor syndrome. I expected that.

The dragon, however, was a big surprise.

I saw him on my first day. The beautiful beast spoke to me,
then disappeared. I’ve been looking for him ever since.

But when I’m not on a wild dragon chase, I spend my time
in the library. I’d like to think I’m only there to study, but who am I kidding?

I’m there for him.

Rufus Mortimer is the world’s hottest librarian. He’s strict,
enigmatic, and sexy. He makes me feel things I’ve
never felt before.

But he has a secret. One that could
destroy
everything.

So now, all I have to do is find a dragon, earn my doctorate,
and try to not to let my new romance burn my life to the ground. Easy, right?

I wish…

The Red Dragon of Oxford, book 1 in the Wings Over
Albion series, is a sweet and spicy paranormal m/m romance with a guaranteed happily ever
after.

Excerpt

“You can’t take those.” The voice was deep, male, and came
from very close behind me.

I spun around, heart hammering. The guy standing there was
big—broad-shouldered, and muscular as if he worked out. His blue shirt pulled
slightly over his chest, reinforcing his build. Rich brown hair fell past his shoulders, and his
eyes were velvety brown in a face that left me breathless. His jaw was defined, his nose
straight with slightly flared nostrils, and the firm line of disapproval his lips were pressed into
failed to hide their sensuality. He belonged in Hollywood, not an Oxford library.

He was so close to me that it was intimidating. Moving back a
few steps gave me the opportunity to take in allof him, and he was well worth it. The
softest-looking faded jeans I’d ever seen outlined thick muscled thighs that had come
straight out of my dreams. Callum was cute. This guy, though. This guy had me wanting to go
to my knees for him. I was practically drooling.

Unfortunately, he was glaring at me and showed no sign of
bending me over the nearest table and having his way with me.

I wrenched my mind back to the fact he’d said something to
me. “Sorry, what?”

“You can’t take those books.”

“I’m a research student.” I tore my eyes away from his face long
enough to thrust my library card at him. “I was told I could take up to twenty books out at
once.”

“Well, you can’t.”

“It says so in the library rules. I live in college, so I wouldn’t
have far to come if I got an alert saying someone else wanted them.”

“I don’t care. That’s too many books to take out of here.”

“Okay.” The intensity in him was something else, and I backed
down. “How many am I allowed to take?”

He glanced over them. “Four,” he said, and it sounded
reluctant.

My face must have shown my incredulity because he pointed
out, “You can only read one at a time.”

Anger stirred in me. These weren’t novels, to be read one after
another. They needed to be compared and cross-referenced as they were read. It was why
I’d applied to Mortimer in the first place—the college’s collection of scarcely remembered
German theologians was unrivalled and precisely what I needed for my dissertation.

“Sorry, who are you?” It finally occurred to me to ask. If he was
just another research student throwing his weight around with the newbies, I’d tell him
where to go. Surely he couldn’t be a tutor because he was only about thirty.

“The librarian.”

Holy crap, and I’d tried to argue the rules with him.
“Good to meet you,” I said weakly and tried to smile at him. “I’m Mark Stevens.”

He nodded and folded his arms. His shirt’s valiant attempt to
cope with his movement resulted in acres of silky material clinging to his muscles. I was
staring again.

“Sorry, I don’t know your name,” I said when it was clear he
wasn’t going to speak. He was still watching me as if to check I only took four books.

“Rufus Mortimer.”

“Like the college!” It was a stupid thing to say, but it was better
than telling him I wanted to lick him.

He looked unimpressed. “Choose your four books. I’ll replace
the others.”

The guy was kind of a prick, though I wasn’t sure what he could
have said to my comment.

Once I’d found the four texts I most wanted, he gathered the
remaining books into his arms. “Don’t forget to scan them,” he said as he moved away. “And
don’t keep them long. They belong here.”

Until he said that, it hadn’t dawned on me that there was a way
to keep access to all twenty books. And so many more. “I could have them all out on my
desk if I stayed in here?”

“Of course.”

The way he said that nagged at me. It reminded me of
something, but I didn’t know what. “In that case, please don’t shelve them,” I said. “I’m
going to get my stuff from my room and work here.”

“Okay,” he said, but he didn’t put them down. He watched me
leave, holding the books close, cradling them like they were his babies.

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).

Joy tends to wax lyrical 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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BOOK BLAST: “Facing the Curse” by Patrick Bryce Wright.

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Book Title: Facing the Curse

Author: Patrick Bryce Wright

Publisher: JMS Books, LLC

Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs

Release Date: December 2, 2023

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance, paranormal thriller

Tropes: Sexy neighbour, psychotic ex

Themes: Found family, surviving abuse, healing from trauma

Heat Rating: 1 flame

Length: 70 375 words/281 pages

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

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When Tito and Leo meet at a Wiccan event, they feel the spark. But Tito’s abusive ex-boyfriend Matt stands in the way. As Matt’s behavior becomes increasingly unhinged, can Tito and Leo survive?

Blurb

Tito Russell and his boyfriend Matt move into an apartment together despite past problems. Then Tito meets their new neighbor, Leo, who is Wiccan like Tito, and they strike up a friendship. Matt unleashes violent rage at Tito for even looking at another man, and Tito dumps him for his own safety. Matt’s behavior becomes progressively unhinged. He stalks and threatens Tito, even as Tito falls in love with Leo. Can Tito and Leo survive to live happily-ever-after?

Excerpt

Tito was struck by half of the secondary title of Ancestral Tarot: “Uncover Your Past.” Tingles erupted over his scalp, down the right side of his face, and then down his right arm. “I can’t tell you what’s happening to me, but I feel so drawn to this book.” He looked at the other one and felt a similar pulling sensation.

“Cool.” Leo dropped into the chair across from Tito and sipped his coffee. Half a bagel sat on a plate in front of him. “You seemed pretty into it last night.”

“I did a tarot reading when I got home.” Tito thumbed through the table of contents of Ancestral Tarot. “I can translate the reading as ‘Yes, totally do this.’ And there seems to be some kind of focus on my past or my childhood memories.” He flipped through the chapters, stopped on a tarot spread, and scanned the page. A website might give him some sample pages to look at, or it might not. He was glad he could just sample the book in person.

Leo made a “mnph” sound in his throat. “You’re talking to someone who works with abused teens. Trust me when I say a lot of things go back to childhood trauma. Not everything. Adults get traumatized, too. It can alter their entire life course when it happens. But childhood trauma is my focus, so my brain always goes there.”

Tito glanced out the window, checking to see if Matt’s car had arrived or was in sight. I can’t afford to get caught up here. He’ll never believe I’m just looking at books, and he’ll say I should have just sampled them online.

A chilling thought swept through Tito: Will Matt try to stop me from working with my ancestors? He got super upset when I tried my first spirit summoning spell by myself. He said I was too much of a rookie and that I should never cast it without him, but when I ask him to do the spell with me, he won’t.

“Well, I believe you.” Tito scanned another sample page. “All my friends when I was a kid were abused. When I was nine, I saw my best friend’s father beat up his brother. My best friend in middle school told me his father hit him. My best friend in high school said her father raped and molested both her and her brother, and she fantasized a lot about killing him. Then she ended up on drugs and died of an OD.”

“Jesus! I’m sorry.” Leo set down his cup.

Tito glanced up. “Oh, we weren’t friends anymore. She went psycho all over me, and I had to run away. But a friend of a friend told me last year that she’d ODed.” He switched to Ancestral Grimoire and read the table of contents. “But it is sad. I always believed her that she’d been abused. She was a wreck. The OD was believable, too.”

“God.” Leo sighed. “There’s so much avoidable tragedy in the world. Why do so many parents abuse their children?”

Tito flipped to chapter two and scanned it. “Too few people care. They’ll fight to the death to make sure a baby gets born, but then they don’t give a flying fuck what happens after the baby arrives. Children in the U.S. have less rights than children in most other first world countries, and Social Services is drowning. Plus very few people agree to foster kids. So abusive parents get their kids back or their kids are never removed in the first place.” He felt the explosion of rage he associated with triggering off.

“The statistics are much worse than what we have recorded.” Leo leaned forward. “We can only track child abuse cases that are reported. And most cases aren’t reported. The same thing is true for rape statistics. It’s all much worse than we think.”

Tito’s stomach knotted so hard he couldn’t sip his coffee. He glanced out the window. Still no Matt. “This stuff always blows me up. I’ve never been raped or molested, and my parents didn’t abuse me. But it doesn’t matter. I guess I just have that basic human decency old people claim our generation lacks. This stuff hits every rage button I’ve got.”

Leo’s gaze rested on Tito. “It should piss off everyone. Always.”

“Yeah.” Tito forced himself to sip more coffee. Good coffee should never go to waste, and I should be a good guest. His grandma’s obsession with social etiquette was still burned into his brain.

The sound of a car door closing jerked Tito’s attention to the window. Shit! I’m in trouble.

About the Author

I’m a quirky English professor with tattoos, piercings, and an addiction to supernatural thriller, horror, fantasy, and science fiction. I’m proudly neurodivergent, third gender, and a trauma survivor, all things often reflected in my novels. I have degrees in both English and psychology, both of which inform my writing. In my free time, I enjoy hiking, off-road biking, and pyrography.

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NEW RELEASE: “Elex: Sons of Hecate Volume I” by Mellanie Rourke. $25.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

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Book Title: Elex: Sons of
Hecate Volume I

Author and Publisher:
Mellanie Rourke

Cover Artist: Reese
Dante

Release Date: December 26,
2023

Genres: Dark Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Overcoming adversity, rags to riches

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 92 000 words/320
pages

It is a standalone story and
first in a series.
The other books will be coming out
in 2024.

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cliffhanger.

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Alone, they are victims.
Together, they may topple an empire.

Blurb

Elex is a slave even though his father is King of Alexandria.

Disinherited once his elemental magic developed, he was banished to the Alexandrian
Legion to “learn his place” at the non-existent mercies of his new masters. Humiliated and
abused, he learns the hard way that he can’t always protect the ones he loves.

Now the time of the Machi Thanatos approaches, a deadly
competition where Legionnaires must battle their foes and each other for the dubious honor
of a lifetime of slavery at the hands of Elusians, Alexandrians with the ability to control Elex
and his fellow Mageians by Suppressing their ability to use magic.

Elex will fight to the death to protect himself and those he
loves, but during the Machi he meets Helios, a shapeshifting Soma from the rebel country of
Illyria. Helios will fight for what he loves, too, and this savagely fierce little Mageian is
quickly adding his name to that list.

Separately they are two victims of the whims of
Alexandrian Elusians. Together, they may discover a secret that could topple an
empire.

Excerpt

The moonlight slowly slid across his face, casting his scarred
side in shadow. Finally, he spoke.

“What did you want me to ask you that I didn’t?” he
asked.

I closed my eyes. Fuck. He’d know if I was lying. In for a
penny.

“I wanted you to ask me if you could kiss me,” I whispered
finally. He didn’t move at my words, and I suddenly felt like the biggest idiot. How could this
beautiful, courageous, kitten-saving man ever want someone like me? Especially after just
sharing everything my own blood had done to me.

Feeling suddenly filthy, I was on my feet and pulling away
from him without thinking. “Yeah, dumb thing to think, I know. Probably been drinking too
much of that vodka.”

“That sentence was a lie,” he whispered. Then without
warning he was in front of me. He slowly reached out and cupped the back of my head and
drew me close. He was standing so near to me that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “But
that first one…”

He swept his thumb over my lips.

“Truth,” he whispered, a small, sad smile forming. He
moved even closer, his breath hot on my skin.

“Kataramenos,” he said, drawing my name out. My heart
pounded in my chest at his nearness, and my body flushed both hot and cold at the same
time.

“Kat. May I kiss you?” he asked, finally.

I swallowed hard, my nerves on fire. I couldn’t believe
someone like him might want someone like me. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, which
were brighter than the moonlight. I could see my reflection in his gaze. It was almost
unrecognizable. It was a person who was strong. Confident. Whole. Someone who deserved
something good in his world. Someone I wanted desperately to be.

I nodded, unable to form the words.

He moved forward slowly, just brushing his lips across my
own. The zap of our magics built to a vibrating hum as he licked gently across my lips with
his tongue. I opened my mouth slowly, savouring the taste of the vodka as he slid into my
mouth, the gentle heat of his body pressing against mine.

He held me like I was something…precious. Not fragile,
exactly, but something
valued. I had fooled around with other Mageia in the past and been used
by Elusians against my will. This was completely different from any of that. None of those
encounters, even the willing ones, had ever made me feel cherished. Safe. Made me feel like
he did.

About the Author

Mellanie Rourke lives in Akron, Ohio with her spouse and their
furry menagerie of 3 young adult roommates (because ‘they aren’t kids anymore’), two
dogs, three cats, and five ferrets.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “True North” by TA Moore

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Book Title: True North (Yule Lads #1)

Author: TA
Moore

Publisher: Rogue Firebird
Press

Cover Artist: TA
Moore

Release Date: December 15, 2023

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Opposites attract, star-crossed, enemies to lovers, fish out of
water, work romance…sorta, betrayal, Christmas romance

Themes: Sins of the past, forgiveness, found family.

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 40 500
words

It is the first book in the Yule Lads series.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Santa’s missing. Presumed
Dead.

 

Blurb

Despite what his co-workers say Belling, Montana

paramedic Dylan Holly does not hate Christmas.

It’s just that as an ex-foster kid he learned early on
that Christmas just didn’t have much relevance to his life. He’s seen no evidence since then
that he’s wrong.


That said, if Santa ever delivered a six-foot plus wall
of hot muscle under his tree he’d be willing to reconsider. He’s even sourced an available
one locally in the taciturn Somerset North and his impossibly blue eyes.


So really, at this point the ball is in Santa’s
court.


There’s just one problem. Well, just one to start
with anyhow. The battered, dying man someone dumped from a height onto Dylan’s car
outside the Just-as-High, Somerset’s bar. He gave Dylan an old, well-worn watch and begged
him to keep it safe.


Now Christmas is relevant to Dylan’s life in the
worst way. The Winter Court has loosed their Wolves on the world and Dylan is on the run
with Somerset North. A man who seems to know a lot more about what is going on than a
Montana bar owner with exceptional shoulders should.


It turns out that Santa is missing, presumed dead.
And the key to the hotly disputed succession crisis is a foster kid who never celebrated the
season.

 

Excerpt

TWENTY YEARS SINCE Somerset had tried to tap the power of
his old position. Now he had done it twice in one night. He would never admit it, but as the
wind blew up into his armpits, he wasn’t sure the magic he’d set aside would answer.

Apparently though, there were no hard feelings.

Cold filled his chest and soaked out into his body. It spilled out
of his mouth on white fog and turned his marrow into frost. The only heat in him came from
the prickle of pain as a dozen tiny fractures crazed along the bones of his arms and legs. The
threads of the North Wind surged up around him and thickened under his feet. His boots
skidded on the slick, snow-vapor surface at first. It was solid, but not still. The wind blew and
eddied under his weight. It made for unsteady footing.

The weight of Dylan as he swung awkwardly from Somerset’s
grip didn’t help. Somerset briefly indulged the thought of letting him drop. He was not a
sentimental man at the best of times, that wasn’t what his kind had been made to be, and
the chill of Winter magic in his bones reduced the idea of logic and odds.

Mostly.

Dylan didn’t scream or thrash. He gripped Somerset’s wrist
with white-knuckled fingers and kept his eyes closed so he didn’t give in and look down.
Somerset had always liked that quality about the wiry paramedic. No matter what happened
around him, Dylan was always the calm at the heart of the storm. It made him… pleasant…
to be around.

Something in Somerset’s chest, buried down deep under
permafrosted meat and organs, felt warm. The rest of him was too Winter-numb to put his
finger on what the feeling was. Guilt maybe. Or something stupider.

Either way, as he remembered the knack to riding the storm,
he dragged Dylan into his arms. The other man resisted at first—Somerset didn’t take it
personally—but the only other option was to fall. It wasn’t a hard choice to make. Dylan
pressed against Somerset’s chest, arms wrapped around him so tightly that Somerset could
feel knuckly fists dug into the small of his back.

Somerset enjoyed the feeling of the warm, lean body pressed
against him for a moment, then he had to focus on what he was doing.

“You can fly?” Dylan asked, his voice ragged and his breath
warm against Somerset as it seeped through the cotton T-shirt. When Dylan laughed, it was
a thin, nervous sound. “Explains what happened to my car.”

Somerset hesitated as he narrowed his eyes. He could see the
snow caught in his lashes. Dylan was right; that probably had been what happened.

As many questions as that answered, though, it raised more.
Wolves couldn’t walk the storm, so who’d brought Gull down? Had he already been
injured?

The wind took advantage of Somerset’s distraction and tried to
drop from under him. He stumbled, caught himself, and did his best to ignore the way
Dylan’s arms tightened around him.

 

About the Author

TA Moore is a Northern Irish
writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood
in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of
black humour a mile wide.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots,
and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be
avoided.

 

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Book Title: Signs and
Wonders: A Supernatural MM Romance Adventure

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Lou
Harper

Release Date: November 15,
2023

Genres: Paranormal MM romance, romantic suspense

Tropes: Hurt/comfort, getting comfortable with
commitment

Themes: Learning to trust, evolving established relationship

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 57 000 words/ 211
pages

It is part of a series
(Witchbane, book 7) but can be read as a standalone. It does not
end on a cliffhanger.

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Can Seth and Evan save
the warlock’s next target, bring down his crime syndicate, and live to tell the
tale?

 

Blurb

When a coven of dark warlocks killed Seth Tanner’s brother,
Seth became a man driven by vengeance, sworn to stop the cycle of ritual killings, willing to
die for the cause. He never expected to fall head over heels in love with the witches’ next
intended victim. Evan Malone didn’t believe the supernatural was real until Seth swept in
with his magic and motorcycle to save him from being the next sacrifice.

Now they’ve gone on the road together, hunting the rest of
the coven while they figure out how to keep the white-hot, once-in-a-lifetime bond between
them. Days are filled tracking their paranormal quarry, honing their monster hunting skills,
and gaining control of the small magics that have made a life-or-death difference. Nights are
spent together, entangled in adrenaline-fueled passion, learning how to make this love last
forever despite the odds. Seth fears that if they don’t eliminate the rest of the coven, they’ll
be on the run forever, and more people will die. Evan is afraid that Seth’s obsession with
revenge means they might not survive to get a happily ever after.

Seth and Evan head to West Virginia to confront one of the
dark warlocks, a master con man running a cybercrime empire. Can Seth and Evan save the
warlock’s next target, bring down his crime syndicate, and live to tell the tale?

Signs and Wonders is a thrill-packed supernatural thrill ride with plenty of paranormal suspense,
hurt/comfort, hot nights, found family, deadly magic, immortal witches, determined hunters,
haunted places, creepy ghosts, impressive explosions, spooky chills, and sexy thrills, and
features an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.

 

Excerpt

“Did you find anything about the disappearances? The warlock
isn’t the only reason people go missing,” Evan said, and Seth could see how proud he was of
his smart little brother. He felt a pang of loss for what Jesse could have become and figured
that the grief would never go away.

“The NQRZ has been there for a while—since 1958—and they
picked the location because that area is fairly remote,” Parker said. “Not very populated and
off the beaten track. I’ve been looking into the missing person reports going back as far as I
can for the general area, especially the small towns nearby.”

Parker seemed to relish sharing his findings. “Every year
several people go missing and are never accounted for. They might not all be due to Swain,
but you said he can draw power from blood magic in between his main sacrifices, so I think
it’s possible he’s responsible for some of them. And a few have indirect ties to his
retreat—people who left the program and later vanished, or who had other connections to
his business. Nothing the police ever bothered with, as far as I can tell.”

“Good work,” Evan said. “Anything else?”

“I’m not sure,” Parker said. “I found a link between Swain’s
charity and some fundraising groups that have gotten in trouble for dicey dealings.”

“What kind of trouble?” Seth asked.

“Improper paperwork, tax issues, not following the rules,”
Parker replied. “I just found that piece, so I’m still looking into it, but it made me wonder if
he had a hand in the other groups instead of just being associated.”

“Be careful,” Evan cautioned, and Seth knew his partner was
walking the line between appreciating Parker’s contributions and protecting his little brother
from a very real threat. “Don’t do anything that would attract attention to yourself.”

“I won’t.” Parker sounded patiently put-upon. “I promise.”

“Keep us posted. We’ll be in Pittsburgh for a little bit before we
head for West Virginia.”

“Got it. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got something to
report.” Parker paused. “You two watch your backs, okay? Don’t get hurt.”

Seth shifted his weight to ease the ache in his shoulders. Evan
moved to take pressure off his bruised hip. “We will,” Evan promised. “Talk to you
soon.”

The call ended. Seth and Evan exchanged a look.

“Thoughts?” Evan asked.

“He’s good,” Seth said. “Let’s hope that he knows enough to fly
under the radar. But if his hunches pay off, some of our friends might be able to dig into
other sources to find even more information. Swain and the warlocks have had a century to
learn how to cover their tracks. There’s a reason no one’s untangled this whole mess before
now.”

Seth and Evan had been searching archives for photos of
Fletcher Swain under his various aliases without much luck. The best image was from 1900,
the year Swain gained immortality.

 

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal
romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily
ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more
explosions.

All of the modern-day
Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in
cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can
be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of
friendships and connections becomes clear.

Morgan and Gail believe that
paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics,
shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic.

She’s also a huge fan of the
TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox)

 

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