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You don’t need a body to have a heart.

Blurb

People talk about the marriage of true minds, but Alexander doesn’t think this is what they meant.

After a cruel experiment binds him to the soul of Rota, an old god, Alexander has one mission: find Rota’s body. Having a godly boyfriend is great, but it would be better to have one that he could actually touch. Unfortunately, even Alexander’s ability to command Rota’s divine power hasn’t helped.

A rare book of poetry may finally provide the answer. The expertise they need translating it brings them to Oleander Logue, a young man with plenty of problems that seem at odds with his cheerful nature. Ollie is happy to help, but he’s in trouble with a gangster who demands that Alexander and Rota solve a series of murders first.

Desperate, Alexander and Rota accept the case… but it’s not that simple. The gangster’s threats to Ollie’s safety disturb them both, but is that because they’re both growing more attracted to Ollie… or because he’s a potential host for Rota? If they can’t solve these murders, they may never find out.

Excerpt

“Thank you!” Ollie gushed. “That was so cool! You totally just kicked Nathaniel’s ass!”

Alexander swallowed a squeak and forgot how to work all of his muscles. Ollie was so warm, and he smelled like alcohol, cigarettes, and patchouli oil with a hint of vanilla.

“Seriously, that was amazing!” Ollie turned Alexander so he could beam down at him, still hugging him close. “I mean, okay, it’s kinda your fault he got in here, but thank you.” He smiled wider. “Whoa. Your eyeballs are turning all pink.”

Alexander was torn between pushing Ollie away and melting into his arms. The simple affection was making his knees weak, having for so long only experienced physical touch that was designed to hurt. His brain refused to cooperate, and all he could do was stutter, “Y-yeah, they do that.”

Who was that man, Ollie? Rota asked.

Alexander slipped away from Ollie, mourning the loss of contact the second he did. He scrambled to get another cigarette. “Yeah, and what was he? I’ve never seen magic like that before.”

“His name is Nathaniel Ware.” Ollie fidgeted and dipped back into the kitchen, still talking. “He is so not fuckin’ human. He’s, like, a troll dude with tusks and a long tail.”

An Absola? Rota sounded intrigued. Here on Aeon?

The gods had created many monstrous creatures before mortals, including a troll-like race of beings called the Absola. They, along with the other so-called everlasting people, were said to have gone with the gods into the dreaming, and neither Alexander nor Rota had heard of any living in this world for thousands of years.

“Yeah, but not, like, all the way?” Ollie mused. “He’s like a diet Absola.”

“But the Absola don’t control time or space,” Alexander pointed out. “The Faedra do.”

“Whatever! Look, he’s a freaky monster guy, and he works for Sullivan Stoker. Do you know who that is?”

“No.” Alexander grabbed the book to put back in his pocket and followed Ollie. Unsurprisingly, the kitchen was as much of a disaster as the rest of the apartment.

Ollie was pouring red wine into two glasses as he explained, “He’s a crime boss. Like, this big drug lord. And okay, so I may have had a tiny drug problem before. When I first got the eyeballs of Yeris, I had trouble dealing with it.” He thrust a glass at Alexander.

“No thanks.”

Ollie poured it into his glass and sipped off the excess. “I made okay money translating, but it wasn’t enough to keep up with my habit, so I started taking product on credit. Like, so much. And I kinda owe him a lot of money, and he’s very unhappy with me. I’ve been trying to make payments, and he’s been chill ’cause my uncle is a cop, but—”

“He’s tired of waiting and he’s sending goons after you?” Alexander finished.

“Yeah. Damn. You should be a detective.”

“How about this?” Alexander crossed his arms. “I’ll keep the criminal scum from hounding you in exchange for you translating the book?”

“I, I guess that could work.” Ollie frowned. “Will you…. Will you stay here? I need some time to figure out how to deal with Stoker, and, and I’ll find a way to make the translating work, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll put new wards up, and if anyone is stupid enough to come back, I’ll—”

“Where are you gonna sleep?”

“What?”

Ollie scratched his head. “My bed is kinda small, but I guess we could share—”

“Your couch is fine.” Alexander blushed miserably. He could not handle the mere thought of being anywhere near a bed with Ollie right now. He had to be going insane. That’s all it was. “Once it’s cleaned up, of course.”

You should take better care of your home, Ollie. It’s quite a mess.

“I know.” Ollie sighed. “It’s so damn bad. I just never have the energy, and I’ve been really depressed. Like, forever depressed. I died a little, my ex is getting married… it’s been a whole thing.”

Alexander had the inexplicable desire to reach out for Ollie. It was obvious he was upset, and Alexander wanted to feel his arms around him again. He stayed where he was, taking a step back for good measure, as if the distance would quell the urge.

So, you’re single?

“Rota!” Alexander barked, angrily chanting inside his head, Shut up, shut up, shut up!

“Yeah. Duh.” Ollie snorted and slurped more of his wine. He swayed and leaned against the counter, eyeing where Rota was hovering behind Alexander. He grinned. “Okay, wait. Are you hitting on me?”

I believe we are, yes. We’re not very good at it, but we’re making an effort.

“No, we’re not!” Alexander gritted his teeth. “Hey! You look good and drunk. Book. Now.”

Say please.

“Please,” Alexander hissed.

“Okay, okay, sure thing.” Ollie was still grinning. “You know, if you were hitting on me, I would have to tell you—”

A portal opened up and a hand slid through, snatching Ollie so fast that he dropped his wine. The glass hit the ground, shattering as the portal closed.

Just like that, Ollie was gone.

About the Author

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

Following the success of their first novel, Cold Hard Cash, they now enjoy writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. They love attending horror movie conventions and indulging in cosplay of their favorite characters. They live in Zebulon, NC, with their husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend to because they think it’s cute.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Double Exposure” by Anne Barwell

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Book Title: Double Exposure

Author: Anne
Barwell

Publisher: LaceDragon
Publishing

Cover Artist: T.L.
Bland

Release Date: July 11,
2022

Genre: Paranormal, Mystery, Detective, MM Romance

Tropes: Found family, fated mates, romantic suspense

Themes: Family, acceptance

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 73 000 words/179
pages

Although it’s part of a shared
world, it can be read and enjoyed alone.

It’s the first in a spin-off series
of The Sleepless City and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Someone is hunting
supernaturals

Blurb

Pōneke Shadows Book 1

Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless City
saga might have ended but the story continues…

Someone is hunting supernaturals.

Vampire Simon Hawthorne and his human partner Ben
Leyton’s plans for a peaceful holiday with family are hijacked by the New Zealand
Supernatural Council.

Tensions are on the rise in Wellington. Supernatural
councillors are disappearing. Werewolves are suspicious of anyone human or vampire. If
they don’t work together, their enemy has already won.

And no one with a connection to the supernatural world is
safe.

Excerpt

Rupert looked mildly affronted. “I am not in hiding. The council
were trying to get me involved, and I make a point of not getting mixed up in their politics,
whatever the cost, considering that cost is usually too high for anyone but them.”

“You’re hiding from the council?” Ben asked. “I can understand
that. They hijacked Simon’s delivery at Auckland airport, then blackmailed him into helping
them.”

“If this is supposed to surprise me, you’re a few centuries late
with that titbit of information,” Rupert said. “I have yet to meet a council I enjoyed doing
business with. Though there was that group of werewolves in rural Japan a couple of
hundred years ago that—”

“Why are you here?” Simon cut Rupert off before he could
start on one of his stories. Although neither he nor Marion would admit it, they shared a
predilection for embellishing stories about their pasts.

Rupert fished a large envelope from his pocket and handed it
to Simon. “This is the information I have, but it’s not a lot. They cover their tracks well, apart
from that massacre in Brisbane nearly ten years ago. There is someone in Wellington who
provides a safe haven to anyone in our community who asks for it. Nothing much happens in
the area that Elard doesn’t know about. You should talk to him.”

“You’re not going to help?” Ben asked

“Heavens, no.” Rupert raised an eyebrow. “At least Simon
knows better than to ask that.”

“Rupert’s better at staying in the shadows and orchestrating
things from afar. If we need help, I’m sure he’ll be there…” Simon glanced at Rupert. “… but
only on his own terms. I’d ask him to join our team, but it would be a waste of time.”

“Totally a waste of time.” Rupert grinned and nodded towards
both of them in turn. “Now, I must be off. I’ll be in touch. Watch yourselves, gentlemen. I
don’t enjoy funerals.” He blurred towards the door. It opened, then closed behind him, and
then he was gone.

“He’s kind of how I remember him, but not,” Ben said
slowly.

“The not, would be because you didn’t know what he was
then. He’s not hiding it now, though he’s never completely upfront about anything.” Simon
emptied the envelope, took a pile of neatly typewritten sheets to read, and gave the rest to
Ben to look through. “Rupert’s always had his own agenda. It’s how he’s managed to survive
so long.”

“Uh-huh.” Ben shook the papers he held. “There’s something
loose in here.” A small card fell to the floor. He picked it up and his eyes widened. “It’s a
business card, so guessing it’s Elard’s.”

“And?” Simon asked, knowing there must be an ‘and’.

“He’s a Catholic priest.” Ben read the words on the card out
loud. “Fr Elard Reith, St Ansgar’s Parish, Newtown. We help those who ask.” He groaned.
“Oh great, I was hoping to avoid Uncle Martin while I was here.”

“Uncle Martin?” Simon asked. Ben had mentioned him once or
twice, but he’d got the impression Ben’s father’s brother wasn’t that close to the rest of the
family.

“Yeah. He lives across the road from St Ansgar’s and always
acts like he knows stuff the rest of us don’t.”

“Perhaps he does.” Simon got up to pour some more tea.

“I hope not.” Ben didn’t look happy. “It’s starting to feel like
however hard we try to keep my family out of all this, fate is making damn sure they keep
barging in.”

About the Author

Anne Barwell lives in
Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with a cat with “tortitude” who is convinced
that the house is run to suit her; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date it appears as
though Kaylee may be winning. Anne works in a library, is an avid reader and watcher of a
wide range of genres, and is constantly on the look-out for more hours in her day. She likes
to write in series and even so called one shots seem to breed more plot bunnies. Her writing
is like her reading – across a range of genres, although her favourites are paranormal,
fantasy, SF, and historical. Music often plays a part in her stories and/or her characters are
musicians.

She also hosts and reviews for
other authors, and writes monthly blog posts for Love Bytes. She is the co-founder of the
New Zealand Rainbow Romance writers, and a member of RWNZ. Her books have received
honourable mentions five times, reached the finals four times—one of which was for best
gay book—and been a runner up in the Rainbow Awards.

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RELEASE BLITZ: ” Deceiving D’Vaire” by Jessamyn Kingley.

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Book Title: Deceiving D’Vaire (D’Vaire, Book 30)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: July 7,
2022

Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love, self-discovery

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 92 990
words

It is not a standalone
story.

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Deception is new to Greyson
and Morgen, but they’ll soon learn it has surrounded them all along.

Blurb

Greyson Variusdraconis is a newly shifted dragon searching
for purpose. Growing up in the Consilium Veneficus, his tutors taught him not to trust Fate.
Raised by his elder brother who serves their king directly, Greyson still lives under his
sibling’s roof. King Varius recently signed a treaty, so Greyson’s job is guarding wizards.
Greyson finds it boring, and he worries his brother will never accept his desire to avoid a

political arranged marriage.

As a child, Morgen Bassett struggled to find his footing. Two
centuries later, the wizard works in a tiny library, lacks family, and has a rented room barely
large enough for its furniture. Although Morgen’s early education included mentions of
matebonds, the split between the Council of Sorcery and Shifters and the Consilium changed
everything. With no promise of his other half or anything else, Morgen is doing little more
than surviving.

On an otherwise normal trip to the supermarket, Greyson
and Morgen meet, and neither man is prepared for the force of their connection. Not long
after the sparks fly between them, Greyson accepts a mission to infiltrate the Draconis High
Court of D’Vaire. The pair will have to find a way to stay together. Should they be successful
in gaining entry, they’ll also need to learn how to unearth all the D’Vaire secrets. However,
Greyson and Morgen will soon find that nothing about their lives is what it seems.

Excerpt

When Morgen lifted to his toes and tilted his chin up for a kiss,
Greyson’s mouth landed on the wizard’s, and he tugged him into his arms for a hug.
Everything in Greyson settled for a minute, then his worry over the conversation they
needed to have filled his senses again.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Was there traffic?” Morgen asked, stepping away from
Greyson and leading him to his room.

“No, my brother wanted to talk to me.”

“Is everything okay?”

“I hope so,” Greyson said. “Sit on the bed with me.”

Once Morgen was settled on the bed next to Greyson, he
gently pushed some of his bangs out of the wizard’s unique eyes. There was concern in
them, and Greyson wanted to alleviate it, so he got straight to the point.

“I’m being sent on assignment in a few weeks. King Varius and
my brother are going to help me get into the sanctuary at D’Vaire. We need to figure out
how to recruit dragons. Either we discover D’Vaire is not what it seems, or I study the
Council to find the weak points so we can advertise that the Council is inferior to the
Consilium. They want me to stay until I gain everyone’s trust, so they expect I’ll be gone for
many months or longer.”

Morgen’s gaze hit his lap, and he exhaled heavily. Instead of
putting his hand into Greyson’s as he usually did, Morgen clasped them together and put
them between his legs.

“You’re leaving?”

“In a couple of weeks, yes,” Greyson said. “It has me thinking
about us. We don’t know everything about each other after a week, but we’re both
determined to learn more. We’re united in following what our souls and Fate are telling us.
I’d hoped someday to ask you to move to Court Varius. Today at lunch, I was looking around
online and found that there’s a library within biking distance from my brother’s house. I
thought it could possibly be a good place for you to work if you wanted.”

“I biked to work prior to finding this room.”

The words were soft, and Morgen still wouldn’t look at
him.

“Come to D’Vaire with me. We could work on our relationship
while I handle my assignment. We’ll potentially be there for a long time. I bet we’ll be ready
to seal our bond before we learn the things King Varius wants to know. When we return to
Court Varius, we could be bonded mates. My brother wouldn’t be able to say shite about
political marriages or anything else. We’d be together, and he’d have to accept it.”

Morgen’s head lifted, and he stared at Greyson for several
seconds, then he bit his bottom lip. “You want me to go with you?”

“Didn’t I just ask you to? Of course I do. Think about it. Our
only job would be research. That’s something we both love, and we’d be together the whole
time. We’d get to learn everything about each other, and these feelings we’re building would
grow.”

“How could I go?”

“We’ll figure it out. I promise. There’s no question that I’ll leave
here without you. I can’t say no to my king, but I think I can be pretty convincing. You do
seem to like me.”

With a small smile, Morgen reached over and slipped his hand
into Greyson’s. “There’s nothing keeping me bound to my job or this room. I don’t like the
idea of springing us on your brother when we get back, though.”

“We’ll tell him before we make the trip home. No worries.
We’ll figure out the best way to tackle the entire situation as a team. What do you say? Do
you want to handle this secret mission with me?”

“As long as you promise I get to take a trip to the Spectra
Library.”

“I’m not leaving the Council without seeing it either,” Greyson
assured him. “What do you say we get some takeaway and start our research?”

“A kiss could sway me.”

Greyson grinned. His fingers danced over Morgen’s jaw, his
lovely lips, then Greyson settled his mouth on the wizard’s. Morgen touched his tongue to
Greyson’s, and all thoughts of subterfuge, D’Vaire, and giant libraries flowed out of his
brain.

About the Author

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

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

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Beautiful Moment” by Kristoffer Gair

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Book Title: The Beautiful Moment

Author and Publisher:
Kristoffer Gair

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: May 31,
2022

Genre: Contemporary Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Destined to be together

Themes: Grief, healing, true love

Heat Rating: 2 – 3
flames

Length: 76 000 words/366
pages

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

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Destiny offers the
possibility of love and, for Wesley, the one thing that has eluded him his entire life: a
beautiful moment.

Blurb

The decade from hell.

First, Wesley Traylor lost his father and grandmother, then
COVID took his mother. His sole remaining family member will stop at nothing to steal his
inheritance. In desperation, Wesley escapes to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where no one
knows him and he can exist without fear of his uncle’s brutality.

Circumstances force Wesley to the emergency room and
face to face with the beguiling Dr. Clark Matsuda. The last thing Wesley needs—between
dealing with strange occurrences at his new house and emergency surgery—is a doctor
who’s made it his personal mission to get to know Wesley.

Destiny offers the possibility of love and, for Wesley,
the one thing that has eluded him his entire life: a beautiful moment.

Excerpt

Stephen gestured for a nurse to come back in. “Let’s talk
out here.” He pulled Clark out into the hall. “No idea if it’s abuse, but his records might give
us some insight, which is why I wondered if he brought them. Some of the classic behavioral
signs are there; withdrawn, not the most charming when you talk to him and dig too deeply,
guarded, and no contacts, except for an emergency contact, who happens to be a
lawyer.”

“Also traits of someone who might be in trouble with the
police.” Clark hated to admit it, but there was always that possibility. Wesley didn’t strike
him as a criminal, though. Not at all, and that was Clark’s gut doing the talking.

“That crossed my mind,” Stephen agreed.

“Are you going to ask a friend of yours at the local Police
Department to look him up?”

“No.” Stephen shook his head. “The reason for that is the
burn marks on Mister Traylor’s feet. Like I said, I’m guessing they’re from childhood, so I’m
giving him the benefit of the doubt and leaning more towards abuse. If it is abuse and
someone is looking for him, any check my friend does will be officially logged, and it’s
possible the wrong eyes could see the inquiry, and the location.”

Clark mulled the situation over. “I’ll see about getting him
into the office, and getting permission to have his records sent here.” If nothing else, the
records would be a start. Unless, of course, someone was monitoring to see if his doctor
sent those records to a new location. Stranger things had happened, and if someone wanted
to stalk or locate someone else, it’d be a logical strategy.

“Be careful with that, okay?” Stephen warned. “We have no
idea what his story is, and it may not be something we want to get involved in, or even can
get involved in. There was enough drama around here during COVID. You had some
complications with the fallout of that yourself. Let’s not invite something else if we can avoid
it. Plus, it’s probably not any of our business, or what we’re thinking it might be.”

I’ve had Dilaudid before, and morphine.

Why did those words keep going through Clark’s mind?
Maybe Wesley’s story was exactly what they thought.

“He’s probably not going to give me permission anyway.”
Clark thought back to his conversations with Wesley and cringed. Had he actually offered to
bring the patient a bottle of wine after he recovered? Who does that? Someone who babbles when he’s taken by surprise.
“I don’t think I made the best first impression.
Am pretty sure he’s not the least bit fond of me.”

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” the nurse piped up from inside
the surgical room. “You sure opened your eyes a whole lot sooner than I thought you would.
Let’s get you wheeled into recovery.”

He woke up sooner because he didn’t want to go
under.

Wesley must have used every bit of his willpower to open
his eyes as soon as possible, even if he wouldn’t remember it because of the anesthesia. Or
maybe it was fear. Fear could be a powerful motivator.

Clark heard the nurse adjust the pedals on the bottom of
the gurney and unlock the wheels in order to move Wesley into the recovery area. He and
Stephen stood to the side as the nurse wheeled Wesley out of the operating room and into
the hall.

“Let me know if you find anything out, Clark,” Stephen
commented, watching their patient go by.

“Clark?” Wesley turned his head slowly
towards them, stared at the two doctors, or at least tried to. The poor man could barely
focus. Wesley grinned, clearly still somewhat loopy from the anesthesia. “Yerr names is
Clark?” he slurred. “What parents names their hot son Clarks?”

Stephen started laughing, reached out and put his arm
around Clark. “Not fond of you? It sounds to me like he likes you just fine. You may even
have an admirer.”

Clark felt his cheeks heat as blood rushed to his face. It
looked like he’d have to get that bottle of wine now after all. That was, if he ever wanted to
know a little bit more about how Wesley received those scars.

It may be like Stephen said. It may not be any of my
business.

What had Wesley said? You like my eyes. They hated me for them, but not you.

Who hated him? Who hates someone enough to burn the
bottoms of their feet, or leave scars on their back, arms, and forehead? Just what the hell
had he been through?

I’ve had Dilaudid before, and morphine.

Clark bet he had.

And I want to know why.

About the Author

Kristoffer Gair grew up in
Fraser, MI and is a graduate of Grand Valley State University. He is the author of 8
novels—some written under the pseudonum Kage Alan—been a part of 6 anthologies, and
currently lives in a suburb of Detroit.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Blue Moon Rising” by Amanda Meuwissen.

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Book Title: Blue Moon
Rising (Moonlight
Prophecies Book 2)

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: May 24,
2022

Genre: Shifter Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Alpha with non-Alpha shifter (not A/B/O), reluctant hero,
rebound relationship

Themes: Destiny, starting over, prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 76 000
words

This is book 2 in the Moonlight Prophecies series.

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Sometimes the right
answer is the part of yourself you are afraid to face.

Blurb

Alpha Jay Russell’s broken engagement may just be the best thing that ever happened
to him. His ex-fiancé’s twin, Bari, is much more his type and straightforward about his flirting
and desire to unite their packs.

Jay returns home after his misadventures in
Centrus City to a new prophecy, an unknown enemy, and tribal unrest over a series of
racially-driven murders. Furious, Jay is determined to bring whoever’s responsible to
justice… but the unrest upsets the fragile peace he’s been working to achieve, threatens his
new lover’s life, and undermines his position as Alpha, which makes investigating a
challenge.

Can Jay and Bari work together to fight their inner
demons—and a strange adversary dead set on returning to the past—or will mistrust and
political machinations tear them apart?

Blue Moon Rising is the second book in the Moonlight Prophecies series. Fans of shifters,
soothsayers, and shadowy villains will fall under Amanda Meuwissen’s spell in this
suspenseful, sexy urban fantasy romance.

Excerpt

“I’m not texting or calling with what went on in Centrus
City. Those events need to be explained in person. What’s Ursula asking?” Jay added as an
aside, curious if she’d heard anything from the rumor mill.

“She knows you well.” Maximus scrolled through some of
the messages. “Wondering if you’re bringing home any strays with your new
husband.”

Jay cringed. He wasn’t even technically bringing home a
fiancé anymore. It was better things hadn’t worked out between him and Bashir, but that
didn’t mean what happened didn’t hurt. Instead of breaking things off between them from
the start, Bashir had slept with Ethan—twice—before Jay backed out of the marriage
himself. Jay just wanted to be someone’s first choice, but being a hopeless romantic didn’t
mean he had luck in love.

“You’re not still poring over pack reports, I hope.” Bari
appeared as if summoned, depositing himself gracefully in the seat next to Jay with a
dramatic crossing of one leg over the other and leaning toward him. Bashir smelled like
sandalwood, but Bari smelled like jasmine, another sign Bari was more Jay’s type, because
that smell made his insides quiver, and scent was a common factor in choosing a mate.
“Even an Alpha needs to take breaks, darling. And we’re nearly home! Well, home for you.
Speaking of….” He batted impossibly long lashes, and his exaggerated nature reminded Jay
like a slap to the face how different he was from Bashir in every way. “Foolish little ol’ me
forgot to look into any hotels. I hope everything won’t be booked.”

Maximus scoffed at the obvious lead-in, but Jay had already
intended this offer.

“No hotel necessary,” Jay said, enjoying Bari’s scent but
trying to stay focused and hopefully not look as red in the face as he felt. “Only Max and our
Magister are mated, so we have plenty of spare rooms at our den. We’ll head there once the
train arrives so you can get settled and I can address my circle about what’s gone on the past
few weeks.”

“You haven’t told them anything?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure they’ve heard whispers. While I
intend to tell my circle everything, I’ll make sure it’s understood that talk of Seers, Focuses,
and Nulls needs to be kept as only gossip for everyone else.”

“My pack thanks you for that,” Bari said with a gentle touch
to Jay’s arm. He was very casually physical, another contrast to his brother. “I know you were
gone much longer than planned. I hope everything ran smoothly without you.”

“Smooth enough,” Maximus growled, reminding Jay that
they weren’t alone. “Are you an ambassador or a spy?”

“Max,” Jay chided him.

“It’s okay,” Bari dismissed. “I was prying. I won’t pretend
like Bash didn’t ask me to keep him informed of the state of your city. But allies should be
honest with each other.” He looked squarely at Maximus and grinned. “When I spy, I’ll warn
you first.”

Maximus turned away with another scoff.

“But before any espionage, I’m looking forward to a better
meal than the train food we had for lunch.” Bari returned his attention to Jay. “Would you
like to get dinner later?”

In an instant, Jay was a flustered teenager again because he
couldn’t think of a response. He wasn’t used to anyone being so forward with him, especially
someone who’d almost sort of already proposed.

“He’s been gone for weeks,” Maximus broke in, “and you
think he’s going to immediately start playing tour guide just because—”

“Max,” Jay chided again, which at least
helped him find his voice. He knew his Second was only looking out for him, but being a
good Alpha meant taking time for himself too, something he often forgot. “Pack business
comes first, always,” he reassured Maximus, and then looked to Bari. “But I do have to eat.
I’d love to take you to dinner tonight.”

There was that unique crinkle at the corners of Bari’s eyes
that Jay had never seen on Bashir. “Marvelous. It’s a date. That is a very fetching shirt on
you, by the way.” He lightly tugged Jay’s collar and stroked once more down his arm before
getting up and heading back toward Theresa and William with a sly smirk.

It wasn’t that special of a shirt, Jay thought, just
black with a few horizontal stripes in gray, but since he’d taken his jacket off during the ride,
he supposed the short sleeves flattered his biceps well, which was where Bari had
touched.

Jay realized he’d followed Bari’s retreat almost to the point
of turning in his chair and quickly sat forward again.

Maximus stared at him deadpan.

“What? It’s just dinner.”

As soon as Maximus huffed and looked back out at the city,
Jay couldn’t contain his smile. Just dinner—for
now.

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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Book Title: Blue Moon
Rising (Moonlight
Prophecies Book 2)

Author: Amanda
Meuwissen

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: May 24,
2022

Genre: Shifter Paranormal M/M Romance

Tropes: Alpha with non-Alpha shifter (not A/B/O), reluctant hero,
rebound relationship

Themes: Destiny, starting over, prejudice

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 76 000
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This is book 2 in the Moonlight Prophecies series.

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Sometimes the right
answer is the part of yourself you are afraid to face.

Blurb

Alpha Jay Russell’s broken engagement may just be the best thing that ever happened
to him. His ex-fiancé’s twin, Bari, is much more his type and straightforward about his flirting
and desire to unite their packs.

Jay returns home after his misadventures in
Centrus City to a new prophecy, an unknown enemy, and tribal unrest over a series of
racially-driven murders. Furious, Jay is determined to bring whoever’s responsible to
justice… but the unrest upsets the fragile peace he’s been working to achieve, threatens his
new lover’s life, and undermines his position as Alpha, which makes investigating a
challenge.

Can Jay and Bari work together to fight their inner
demons—and a strange adversary dead set on returning to the past—or will mistrust and
political machinations tear them apart?

Blue Moon Rising is the second book in the Moonlight Prophecies series. Fans of shifters,
soothsayers, and shadowy villains will fall under Amanda Meuwissen’s spell in this
suspenseful, sexy urban fantasy romance.

Excerpt

“I’m not texting or calling with what went on in Centrus
City. Those events need to be explained in person. What’s Ursula asking?” Jay added as an
aside, curious if she’d heard anything from the rumor mill.

“She knows you well.” Maximus scrolled through some of
the messages. “Wondering if you’re bringing home any strays with your new
husband.”

Jay cringed. He wasn’t even technically bringing home a
fiancé anymore. It was better things hadn’t worked out between him and Bashir, but that
didn’t mean what happened didn’t hurt. Instead of breaking things off between them from
the start, Bashir had slept with Ethan—twice—before Jay backed out of the marriage
himself. Jay just wanted to be someone’s first choice, but being a hopeless romantic didn’t
mean he had luck in love.

“You’re not still poring over pack reports, I hope.” Bari
appeared as if summoned, depositing himself gracefully in the seat next to Jay with a
dramatic crossing of one leg over the other and leaning toward him. Bashir smelled like
sandalwood, but Bari smelled like jasmine, another sign Bari was more Jay’s type, because
that smell made his insides quiver, and scent was a common factor in choosing a mate.
“Even an Alpha needs to take breaks, darling. And we’re nearly home! Well, home for you.
Speaking of….” He batted impossibly long lashes, and his exaggerated nature reminded Jay
like a slap to the face how different he was from Bashir in every way. “Foolish little ol’ me
forgot to look into any hotels. I hope everything won’t be booked.”

Maximus scoffed at the obvious lead-in, but Jay had already
intended this offer.

“No hotel necessary,” Jay said, enjoying Bari’s scent but
trying to stay focused and hopefully not look as red in the face as he felt. “Only Max and our
Magister are mated, so we have plenty of spare rooms at our den. We’ll head there once the
train arrives so you can get settled and I can address my circle about what’s gone on the past
few weeks.”

“You haven’t told them anything?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure they’ve heard whispers. While I
intend to tell my circle everything, I’ll make sure it’s understood that talk of Seers, Focuses,
and Nulls needs to be kept as only gossip for everyone else.”

“My pack thanks you for that,” Bari said with a gentle touch
to Jay’s arm. He was very casually physical, another contrast to his brother. “I know you were
gone much longer than planned. I hope everything ran smoothly without you.”

“Smooth enough,” Maximus growled, reminding Jay that
they weren’t alone. “Are you an ambassador or a spy?”

“Max,” Jay chided him.

“It’s okay,” Bari dismissed. “I was prying. I won’t pretend
like Bash didn’t ask me to keep him informed of the state of your city. But allies should be
honest with each other.” He looked squarely at Maximus and grinned. “When I spy, I’ll warn
you first.”

Maximus turned away with another scoff.

“But before any espionage, I’m looking forward to a better
meal than the train food we had for lunch.” Bari returned his attention to Jay. “Would you
like to get dinner later?”

In an instant, Jay was a flustered teenager again because he
couldn’t think of a response. He wasn’t used to anyone being so forward with him, especially
someone who’d almost sort of already proposed.

“He’s been gone for weeks,” Maximus broke in, “and you
think he’s going to immediately start playing tour guide just because—”

“Max,” Jay chided again, which at least
helped him find his voice. He knew his Second was only looking out for him, but being a
good Alpha meant taking time for himself too, something he often forgot. “Pack business
comes first, always,” he reassured Maximus, and then looked to Bari. “But I do have to eat.
I’d love to take you to dinner tonight.”

There was that unique crinkle at the corners of Bari’s eyes
that Jay had never seen on Bashir. “Marvelous. It’s a date. That is a very fetching shirt on
you, by the way.” He lightly tugged Jay’s collar and stroked once more down his arm before
getting up and heading back toward Theresa and William with a sly smirk.

It wasn’t that special of a shirt, Jay thought, just
black with a few horizontal stripes in gray, but since he’d taken his jacket off during the ride,
he supposed the short sleeves flattered his biceps well, which was where Bari had
touched.

Jay realized he’d followed Bari’s retreat almost to the point
of turning in his chair and quickly sat forward again.

Maximus stared at him deadpan.

“What? It’s just dinner.”

As soon as Maximus huffed and looked back out at the city,
Jay couldn’t contain his smile. Just dinner—for
now.

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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Book Title: No Surrender: Badlands Book 5 – An MM Psychic Detective
Romance Adventure

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Natania
Barron

Release Date: April 22,
2022

Genres: Urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, psychic
detective

Tropes: Hurt/comfort, established relationship, evolving relationship,
learning to trust, grumpy-sunshine, cold case, ghosts helping/interfering, lots of magic,
wedding planning

Themes: Found family, loyalty, not keeping secrets, dealing with
unresolved issues, putting the past to rest

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 224
pages

It is a standalone book in the
Badlands series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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Cold cases, hot leads, a
psychic psychopath, a copycat killer, cursed objects, the trial of the century–and wedding
plans.

Blurb

Psychic medium Simon Kincaide and sexy homicide
detective Vic D’Amato met hunting a supernatural serial killer. Since then, Simon has
become a police consultant on cases involving the paranormal, and Vic has gotten over his
doubts about Simon’s abilities being real. Along the way, they fell in love and got engaged.
But it seems like the danger never ends.

Now, the first case Simon and Vic worked together comes
back to haunt them as the killer goes to court and all hell breaks loose. The killer has a crazy
fan setting curses on key players in the upcoming trial. Ghosts from an old cold case suggest
that someone got away with murder. And a supernatural creature attracted to fear and
death is using the Grand Strand as its feeding ground. Simon and Vic feel like they’re waging
a war on all fronts, but with the stakes so high, there can be No Surrender!

No Surrender is a fast-paced thrill ride MM paranormal
romance packed with supernatural suspense, haunted tourist attractions, monsters, visions,
hot sex, hurt/comfort, loyal friends, wedding planning, found family, ghosts galore, dark
magic, and an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.

No Surrender is Book 5 in the Badlands series but can
be read as a standalone.

Excerpt

“Since when do serial killers get fan mail?” Homicide detective Vic D’Amato fumed. “How
fucked up is that?”
“They don’t just get fan letters; they get marriage proposals,” his

partner Ross Hamilton replied, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t get it, but that doesn’t
stop it from being true.”

Vic took a slug of coffee from his stained mug and barely kept from grimacing at the bitter
taste. Hospitals and police precincts always made the worst java. “I guess it’s like the people
who follow all the true-crime podcasts. We get paid to be hip-deep in the worst humanity
has to offer, but doing it for fun? People are weird.”

“You’ve been a cop for how long, and you’re just figuring that out now?” Ross teased.

Vic shrugged. “Every time I think that I’ve lowered my expectations too far, reality
says—‘Here, hold my beer.’”

“Yeah, well. I’m right there with you on this one.” Ross chuck‐ led. “Have you heard whether
you and Simon will have to testify at the trial?”

“Pretty certain. Of all the charges, Fischer shooting Simon is the most ironclad, with plenty
of witnesses,” Vic replied. “I’m not in any hurry to be part of the media circus, but I don’t see
a way to avoid it.”

“Lucky you—the Slitter trial is shaping up to be the biggest deal Myrtle Beach has had in a
long time.”

Vic grew up in a family of cops back in Pittsburgh. For generations, D’Amatos had been proud
to serve. His father, brothers, and other relatives were still on the force up north while his
sister was studying criminology. But an encounter with something supernat‐ ural Vic couldn’t
explain had made him unwelcome with the Pitts‐ burgh police. Vic had relocated, started
over in Myrtle Beach—and met the love of his life.

“I don’t want to put Simon through what happened the last time,” Vic confided.

“Not sure you’re going to have much choice about it.” Ross finished his coffee and set the
cup aside. “The closer we get to the trial date, the more reporters will be angling for a
scoop. I’m surprised there haven’t been some camped out in front of the store already.”

“I suspect Simon boosted the wardings against nuisance as well as malice. I tried talking him
into going down to Charleston to spend some time with his cousin, but he flat-out refused to
leave me here alone during the run-up to the trial.”

“Alone—with me and the captain and the rest of the depart‐ ment, plus a squad of lawyers
and witnesses?” Ross joked.

“And not one of you with any magic, in a trial where the killer used spells to help him get
away with murder,” Vic answered. “Simon doesn’t want to be in the spotlight—or the
crosshairs—but if it comes to that, I don’t doubt he and his friends will come up with ways to
protect us.”

Simon Kincaide, Vic’s fiancé, ran Grand Strand Ghost Tours. The boardwalk shop also offered
psychic readings and séances, showcasing Simon’s abilities as a psychic medium as well as
his knowledge of the spooky side of local history and his background as a former folklore
and mythology professor.

When an impasse in the hunt for the Strand Slitter brought the investigation to a standstill
more than a year ago, Vic tamped down on his deep skepticism about the paranormal and
asked for Simon’s help as a psychic. Their first encounters with each other were prickly, and
Vic accepted much of the blame for that since he had doubted Simon’s abilities and hated
needing his help.

Simon turned out to be the real deal, and his visions plus the ability to communicate with
the ghosts of the Slitter’s victims cracked the case—nearly costing Simon his life. In the year
since then, Simon became an official police consultant, working cases with Vic and Ross
when a supernatural connection seemed likely. Vic and Simon fell in love and now had a
wedding to plan.

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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Book Title: The Fractured Fallen (D’Vaire, Book 29)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: May 19,
2022

Genres: M/M Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, second chances, overcoming obstacles

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 89 083
words

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

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For any chance at love,
they must first be willing to trust.

Blurb

A proud fallen knight, Gentry Patterson likes to take people
under his wing. Gifted with an easygoing nature, he makes friends effortlessly and, thanks to
his love of cooking, often invites his inner circle over for meals. Gentry’s favorite week of the
year is the annual retreat for his race, where he’s reunited with the many friends and

colleagues he’s met through the years. The only thing that would enrich his existence is his
mate, but he has yet to meet him.

Newly resurrected Tobias Kinsler wants to put his training
behind him and make his superiors proud. However, Tobias is struggling. He keeps it to
himself because he lacks people he’s willing to trust. With a mere few months of life under
his belt, Tobias attends the fallen knights’ annual retreat and discovers his other half.

The two men have a sizzling connection from the start and
waste no time binding their souls. Unfortunately, they will soon learn that secrets lurk
beneath their growing friendship, and those secrets fracture the tenuous bond between
them. As they chart an uncertain future, Gentry and Tobias must decide if they’re still willing
to honor Fate.

Excerpt

Gentry relished the last bite of his dessert and grinned at
Toby. “Did you want to dance?”

The room had filled with soft music, which was perfect to
sway to. Many couples were already near the stage, moving to the melody.

“I don’t know how.”

“I can teach you. We don’t have to do anything crazy,”
Gentry assured him.

Toby’s nerves and his lack of guile when it came to
admitting everything he had no clue how to do endeared the fallen knight to Gentry.

“Slow dancing isn’t too difficult,” Gentry said.

“This will sound crazy, but I’m not the best at physical
stuff.”

“Oh, come on, only Juris Knights suck at physical stuff,”
Gentry said with a laugh.

Toby leaned toward Gentry so no one would overhear him.
“The Juris Knight at our table doesn’t seem to agree.”

“He’s frowning, but it’s true. I’m a fallen knight, I can’t
lie.”

“I can’t tell if you’re lying.”

“Yeah, I think Fate did that on purpose. It’s so I can lie to
you if you have on a truly horrible outfit. I’ll assure you it’s wonderful.”

“Please tell me if I’m wearing something horrible.”

“If you insist,” Gentry said. “You sure you don’t want to
dance?”

“I’ll try, but I make no promises that we won’t embarrass
ourselves and the entire Order of the Fallen Knights.”

“Not being perfect at something doesn’t mean we’re letting
down our entire race,” Gentry said as he stood. Once again, Gentry held out a hand to Toby,
who didn’t hesitate to take it after he rose. Gentry weaved between the tables with Toby in
tow until he reached the cleared area that served as the dance floor.

“Okay, what do I do?” Toby asked when they
stopped.

Gentry turned to face Toby and put an arm around him. It
brought them closer, and Gentry sternly warned his dick to behave. Without the need to be
told, Toby mirrored his actions. Since they hadn’t let go of each other, Gentry raised his
other arm so they were in the proper position to dance.

“Just move your feet from side to side. We don’t have to do
anything fancy. Follow my lead.”

“I can do that.”

Within a minute or two they synced their footsteps and
were moving slowly to the lovely music piping through the speakers.

“I told you it was easy,” Gentry said.

“I like being close to you.”

“We’re killing this mate thing so far.”

“You’re the first person who doesn’t make me nervous to
be around them,” Toby confided.

There was such earnestness in his pretty eyes that Gentry
unconsciously came to a stop.

“Are you okay?” Toby asked.

“I’d like to kiss you.”

Without a word, Toby raised up onto his toes, and Gentry
wasn’t stupid enough to deny the invitation. Their lips met with exquisite tenderness. It was
a moment frozen in time, and Gentry vowed to remember it for eternity. When Toby tilted
his head, Gentry didn’t bother to resist darting his tongue out to deepen their caress.

Toby moaned softly as they explored each other. While
couples milled around them, Gentry lost all awareness of the outside world. He was steeped
in Toby. They broke apart slowly, and Gentry stared into Toby’s stunned gaze.

“I’m glad I waited for you to be my first kiss,” Toby
said.

Gentry smiled at him. “I’m glad you did too.”

About the Author

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

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

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