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RELEASE BLITZ: “Butterflies I Have Known” by Kristoffer Gair.

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Book Title: Butterflies I
Have Known

Author and Publisher:
Kristoffer Gair

Cover Artist: Kris
Norris

Release Date: June 6,
2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Comedy

Tropes: Destined to be together

Themes: Trust, destiny

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 72 728 words/271
pages

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

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Even time cannot stop
love.

Blurb

Even time cannot stop love.

University professor Matthew Richter hates complications.
Planning his every day down to the second leaves no opportunity for a social life, which he
doesn’t feel the need for anyway. Jian Wei helps run his family’s business. The only thing he

enjoys more than tormenting his parents and siblings with endless pranks is plotting his next
trick on a certain uptight customer.

Though so different, chance inexplicably draws them both
to a World War II photography exhibit, and the aging photographer Milton Glass. Milton
shares the story of two soldiers brutally cut down on the battlefield—which has haunted him
for the better part of his life—and his suspicions that the soldiers shared a bond they never
fully realized.

Now, in the twilight of his life, Milton can’t help but wonder
if Matthew and Jian share a potential bond of their own. Could they possibly be the same
men from so long ago, returned for a second chance at being together?

Milton can hope.

Excerpt

Jian opened a cardboard container filled with lemon tea
and grabbed two six-packs. Mister Important Professor could afford to buy two, especially
since he’d inconvenienced Jian in the first place. He then checked the incoming produce, and
when he didn’t find any lychee, grabbed a third six-pack of the tea.

Jian’s father was nowhere to be seen when he returned. So
much the better.

“Here you go, Mister Important Man.” Jian transferred the
tea from his arms to the arms of the object of his discontent. “Thank you for waiting so
patiently while your humble servant retrieved what he could of your most profound wishes.
No fresh lychee either.” He started to head away, then stopped. “Or is it Mister Important
Professor?”

The professor’s face turned beet red. “I never said I was
important.”

Thinking of the professor as the professor felt…odd. The
name suggested someone much older, like in their fifties or sixties. This one didn’t look
much over Jian’s age. Maybe he was an old soul acting like an old man in a younger man’s
body. What a waste of good genetics.

“True. My father says you’re important.” Jian knew he could
be accused of being rude, but he switched to speaking Cantonese to avoid insulting the
professor in a language the man understood. “You almost never talk when you come in here, and you give off the impression you
don’t want to talk to anybody, like they’re beneath you. You might even be handsome if you
learned to smile and changed everything about your personality. Right now, you’re just
another uptight white man. But, we do appreciate your business.”

The professor stared at Jian for at least a solid ten seconds.
While the man remained silent, he moved his lips, though almost imperceptivity. Jian swore
the professor must be continuing the conversation in his head. Seriously? Who does something like that? Is he even
human? The professor finally took a deep
breath and exhaled. “Thank you for the items.”

Jian watched him start walking away. Much to his surprise,
the professor paused and looked back over his shoulder.

“Oh, I don’t
think I’m better than anyone else, and I’m not trying to be something I’m
not,” the professor spoke in perfect
Cantonese. “Also, I come here because I love the food. Finally, you don’t know me well enough to
talk about my personality. That would be like me saying you come across as someone who
enjoys annoying his father and the customers for no other reason than because you can, and
you probably admire yourself in the mirror every morning, too.”

Jian felt his jaw drop, which he then shut with a loud snap.
“What? Seriously? You’ve been shopping here since we opened two years ago and you
couldn’t mention you speak Cantonese? You’ve understood everything we’ve been saying
about…I mean to you?” He decided to change tactics and switch to Mandarin.
“You sure talk when you want
to.” See how Mr. Important Professor liked
that!

“I only speak
when I have something to say,” the professor
replied back to him in Mandarin.

Jian felt his own face burn with the sudden rush of blood.
“Don’t let my father hear you speak Mandarin! He’ll probably offer you my bedroom and I’ll
wind up in the basement. Why are white people so weird?” He stormed off and caught a
Caucasian woman glaring at him. “Not you. Him. He’s weird. You’re perfection. Have you
tried the new Thai milk tea packets we just got in?”

“Jian!” His father’s voice bellowed
throughout the store.

“Huh.” Jian looked up at the ceiling. Had his father installed
cameras he didn’t know about? “He doesn’t even have to see me do something wrong
anymore to know I did.”

About the Author

Kristoffer Gair grew up in
Fraser, MI and is a graduate of Grand Valley State University. He is the author of 10
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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BLOG TOUR: “A Case of Madness (Or the Curious Appearance of Holmes in the Nighttime)” by Yvonne Knop.

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Book Title: A Case of
Madness (Or the Curious Appearance of Holmes in the Nighttime)

Author: Yvonne
Knop

Publisher: Improbable
Press

Cover Artist: Ksenia
Spizhevaya

Release Date: March 20,
2023

Genres: Adult Contemporary M/M Rom-Com

Tropes: Opposites attract, Emotional scars,
Grumpy/sunshine

Themes: Coming out, friendship, mental illness, love

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Length: 82 000 words/272
pages

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

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A world-weary Sherlock
Holmes scholar loses his job and his sanity when the great detective materializes in his flat
to help solve a mystery that involves a handsome male stranger. What ensues is a thrilling
adventure in literature, London, and love.

Blurb

Andrew Thomas just got sacked. He’s permanently drunk.
He’s got cancer. Is inescapably gay. Was hit by a bus. And he’s fallen in love with a stranger
whose life he saved.

As a newly-unemployed Sherlock Holmes scholar, Andrew
knows only Holmes can help him untangle the madness his life has become, but Holmes isn’t
real. Except he absolutely appeared in Andrew’s house, told him he’s in love with a man he
just met…and then in a fit of pique Andrew sent him away.

Sure Holmes is probably a hallucination or a specter or a
ghost, but now Andrew desperately needs his help. So to find the answer to his case and the
man of his dreams, Andrew takes to chasing a fictional character through London with his
very own Watson.

Excerpt

While strolling amid the students and scholars rushing into
the University of London, I ignored the urge to check my pocket watch.

If there was ever a day to dawdle, it was today. The first day
of summer that actually felt like the season it claimed to be. And the day of my personal
disaster.

It wasn’t a ‘this train will split at the next station and you
just sat down with your meal deal’ disaster, but it was equally inconvenient. After decades of
laboring in academia, I was about to become involuntarily unemployed. Apart from that –
and this might be even more important – I was also going to die.

To delay the confrontation a bit longer, I looked for a
shaded place to smoke and then took long, luxurious drags on my cigarette. A cough
struggled to tear itself free from my chest, but I suppressed it. Not now. Focus.

Few people knew my name or my publications. But some
such people existed – people who were as fascinated by a very specific man as I was, and
who seemed to value my works more than I did. The man I wrote about lived in Baker Street,
and he was partly to blame for my situation. Though I liked to think of myself as a charmingly
anachronistic gentleman, I increasingly felt I was just a dafter in a fine suit who lurked
around public buildings. Instead of engaging in modern life, I was immersed in the world of
Sherlock Holmes and all things Victorian, with the natural effect of many acquaintances
leaving or going extinct. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the company of others; it was that I
struggled in the company of others. And they struggled in the company of me.

You see, the fact that I knew my dearest detective had
appeared on-screen in over two hundred and twenty adaptations did not give me much
hope I would find out what people did for fun. But what of fun? What about achievement?
Holmes is the most filmed novel character of all time – among humans, at least; Dracula has
been filmed even more often. This connection filled me with joy, and I believed it could be
combined in a curious way. Dracula Holmes: he investigates at night because he’s not just a
detective, no – he’s also a vampire. Greedy for blood and knowledge.

I finished my cigarette and stepped from the shadows only
to immediately collide with a young man in the most colorful trainers I’d ever seen. In a split-
second knockout victory, he fell to the ground covered in the flyers he had been holding in
his hand just seconds before.

I bent down immediately to help him. “I’m so sorry,” I said,
quickly picking up his flyers from the pavement. At least those which hadn’t fallen into the
grey puddle right next to us.

“It’s okay,” he said, and he looked at me. His blue eyes
seemed friendly though his gaze was intense.

I quickly looked down again. To my surprise, the flyers
weren’t gig announcements or takeaway adverts. In fact, they were promoting something
very dear to my heart. “I like theater,” I said, handing him back a few of the flyers. “I thought
theater was dead for young people.”

He smiled. “Most young people get run over by perfect
strangers.

That’s why so few make it to the stage. Anyway…I’m still
alive.”

That he was. Alive, handsome, and holding a slim stack of
remaining flyers. Slightly crumpled.

“I’m far from perfect,” I remarked, thinking of the trouble I
had caused him.

About the Author

Yvonne is a bi and nonbinary
writer who dedicates their free time to extending the secret Gay Agenda – in part through
their debut novel A Case of Madness.

Although born and raised in
the north of Germany, Yvonne’s passion for Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Who, their sassy
humor, and aversion to talking on public transport made them suspiciously British from early
on.

As a natural matter of cause
and effect, Yvonne moved to London in 2014 and started to write (a novel for the drawer).
No word was written until 2017 when the sudden question of ‘What if I could talk to
Sherlock Holmes?’ came up to them.

Conducting PhD research in
the world’s most extensive Sherlock Holmes collection, located in Minneapolis, USA, was a
great help for answering that question. The result was not a PhD, but their debut novel
A Case of Madness,
originally written in German and in a bold move translated by the author themselves when
nobody in Germany understood a word they were saying.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Bone to be Wilde” by Dani Lakely

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Book Title: Bone to be Wilde
(Holiday in Sunset Surf Book 2)

Author and Publisher: Dani
Lakely

Cover Artist: J
Witter

Release Date: September 27,
2022

Genre: M/M Halloween Rom-Com

Tropes: Opposites attract, amnesia spell, small town
romance

Themes: Forgiveness

Heat Rating: 3 flames

It is the second book in the
series, but may be read as a standalone. It does not
end on a cliffhanger.

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Drop in for a
spell…

Blurb

It’s trick or treat for two smitten lovers in this seasonal
holiday romance as Halloween approaches and a little unleashed magic lets the ghoul times
roll.

Forrest’s to-do list:
1. Convince Jonathan to move in with
him.
2. No, seriously. That’s it.

It’s been nine months of playful bickering and bliss
for Forrest Wilde and his boyfriend, Jonathan. But in order to move their relationship
forward, Jonathan needs Forrest to find closure from his past.

Alexander Adler is back in town and dragging all of
Forrest’s ghosts screaming into the light. Is there still a spark waiting to ignite between
Forrest and his ex, or are they nothing more than toasted history? Forrest isn’t exactly eager
to find out, given that sometimes the monsters under the bed are people who haunt us from
days gone by.

Every autumn, the town of Sunset Surf comes alive
in celebration of the season. But this year, when Forrest falls under a mysterious spell that
forces him to forget the person he loves most, there will be plenty of spooks in store for the
fun-loving and eccentric residents of this seaside village. Torn between flight and fright,
Forrest must face his fears in order to make his way back to true love—or risk losing it
forever.

Bone to be Wilde is a contemporary gay rom-
com set in a small beach town on the Southern California coast. The story features an
amnesia plot, hijinks and banter, corn maze capers, ghost stories, and a little black cat. Stop
in for a spell if you’d like a Halloween treat!

* This story follows the events of the first book in
the series, Merry & Sprite, but may be read as a standalone.

Excerpt

The ghost story is read word for word until the bewitched
dildo appears.

“That’s not … you’re messing up the entire book,
Forrest!”

Jonathan is sending him a withering glare from the worn
and well-loved armchair he’s occupying. Forrest blinks lazily back at him, letting his mouth
curve into a slow smile until Jonathan can’t resist and his frown breaks, the corners of his
mouth lifting up too.

“That’s not how we learned it in school,” Jonathan says
primly, but he’s biting at his cheek, trying not to laugh. That right there is one of Forrest’s
favorite things about his boyfriend. Ruffling his feathers and then watching him completely
eat it up.

Which is preciously the reason he’s turning
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow into gothic erotica as he reads aloud to Jonathan, tucked away in
the reading nook at the local book shop. The try-before-you-buy section of the store is
brimming with used paperbacks, each one more dog-eared and dusty than the last,
scattered in senseless piles on shelves and spilling onto the floor.

It’s one of their usual haunts for a late afternoon date, and
on this particular Saturday in mid-October, Forrest is trying to draw out their time together
as much as he can.

“And then,” he continues in a sinister tone, “the women of
Sleepy Hollow tied Ichabod up in the horse stables and gave the naughty schoolmaster his
own education … on strap-ons.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Ichabod-od-od,” Forrest calls out, in a tone meant to
annoy. “A curious and kinky spell had been cast upon him to bend over for anyone, at any
time. Ichabod became the town—”

“Hush! Don’t talk about spells in front of…” Jonathan’s eyes
go wide as he nods towards a little black cat, curled up soundly in a reading chair nearby.
Lilith, he mouths silently.

There’s this kooky idea Jonathan’s latched onto about Lilith
possessing magical powers. This came after he was struck on the head by a Christmas
ornament and the fairy godfather capers that followed brought the two of them together.
Forrest doesn’t like to think he got a boyfriend due to a braining, but here he is.

He’s not going to deny the possibility that Jonathan may
have been under somebody’s spell when he mysteriously started getting psychic visions that
led him into granting the wishes of local townsfolk. But Forrest is resistant to boarding the
Lilith train without any proof other than Jonathan thinking she winked at him. And
sparkled, like some sort of glitter fairy of cats, which definitely isn’t a thing that exists.

But the matter of wish-granting was not the first peculiar
situation to occur around here, and many of these unexplained events happened long
before Lilith trotted into town and charmed the entire village into taking her in. Though
lately, she’s chosen Forrest’s bed to call her own. To be fair, he can’t blame her. His eight-
hundred-count sheet set is amazing.

The truth is, there’s always been something in the water at
Sunset Surf, and he’s not just talking about the radical waves.

About the Author

DANI LAKELY is a recovering
people-pleaser who loves a proper cup of tea, days spent at the ocean, and helicopter
parenting the birds who frequent her yard in a small seaside town on the West Coast of the
United States. Pretty much, if your granny’s into it, so is Dani!

Often to be found with a
book in hand, she reads across many genres, but her favorite is queer romance. Dani’s
fondness for love stories carried over from reading to writing, and she is genuinely happy to
share her kissing books with you.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Bobby Ray Breaks the Universe” by Rob Rosen.

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Book Title: Bobby Ray Breaks the Universe

Author: Rob
Rosen

Publisher: JMS
Books

Release Date: September 10,
2022

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance, Comedy Romance,
Mystery/Suspense

Tropes: Enemies to lovers

Themes: Emotional growth

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: 59 000 words/171
pages

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

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Good vs. evil, angels vs.
demons, and rednecks running wild across the Middle East. What could go
wrong?

Blurb

What happens when a hunky demon visits you and
commands you to break all ten commandments? Or when a handsome angel orders you to
do the opposite? And what if you’re Bobby Ray, and you’ve already broken nine of the ten,
and thou shalt not kill is a close brick away, and the demon has tacked on a cushy afterlife in
hell as a reward? Decisions, decisions. And poor Bobby Ray has never been good at one

decision, let alone multiple ones. Broke, divorced, and pretty darn miserable, does he do
what’s right or what’s easy?

In this darkly comical romantic adventure, Bobby Ray, with
the help of numerous friends and just as many enemies, one being his ex-husband, travels
from Georgia to Israel and ultimately across Egypt and the Gaza Strip in search of the one
clue that will hopefully save them all, and possibly the entire world. Will good win out over
evil, love over hate? Or will Bobby Ray ultimately break the universe?

Good vs. evil, angels vs. demons, and rednecks running wild
across the Middle East. What could go wrong?

Excerpt

As I stood over the sleeping man, brick in hand, heart
beating a rhythmic drum solo in my chest, a brilliant flash of white light punched me straight
in the face. “What the f –”

“Bobby Ray!” boomed the voice, seemingly from all
directions. “Though shalt not kill!”

“Well, not yet, anyway,” I replied. “Wait just another
minute.” I tried swatting the blinding light away, but, well, it was light, so swatting didn’t
seem to do the trick. “That thing got a switch?” I didn’t know who I was talking to. I guessed
this was all my subconscious, some sort of guilt trip I was laying on myself for killing my
neighbor Tom. Or trying to. But with my eyes watering something awful, I was having a bit of
a hard time of it. Maybe I shouldn’t have had the bourbon beforehand. Or finished the
bottle. And smoked a joint to calm my nerves. But see, I liked Tom. Right on up until I found
out that he was sleeping with my husband, I liked him. Or, okay, to be fair, my ex-husband,
but still.

“Bobby Ray!” again boomed the voice, the floor beneath
me suddenly rolling like a wave. “Though shalt not kill!”

Funnily enough, the voice didn’t sound like mine. I’d have
thought my subconscious would’ve sounded something like me, but nope, not even close.
Also, Tom wasn’t moving. And the voice was fucking loud, and the waving floor was still
waving, and the bed was waving right along with it, but Tom was still lying there snoring.
Ambien, I figured. Had to be. In any case, I set the brick down next to him and wiped my
eyes with my sleeve. Soon as I did that, the lights went out in Georgia — Georgia being where
we were at the time and not simply the lyrics to a catchy old song.

“What the f –” I repeated as my eyes focused on the
apparent source of the booming voice. “Shouldn’t have mixed the bourbon and the pot.” I
wiped at my peepers again. And again. Only, the angel floating in front of me with his
massive wings spread out and a sort of pale glow all around him wasn’t blinking away as I
had hoped. “I bet that pot was laced with something. Shouldn’t have bought it off that
stranger at the bar. That was my first mistake.”

The angel grinned. As grins went, this was one was quite,
well, angelic. Duh, I suppose. “It doesn’t even break the top one hundred mistakes you’ve
made, Bobby Ray.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, it hasn’t been a good year for me.”
Understatement. Of the gross variety.

The angel folded his wings and stepped a foot closer to me
as just his toes touched the ground. He was tall, almost seven feet, if I had to take a guess.
Handsome as all get out, too. Smooth as alabaster and naked as the day he was born.
Though I was guessing he hadn’t ever really been born, what with him being an angel and
all. Either that or I was hallucinating. Or I was dreaming. I was betting on one of those last
two.

“It hasn’t been a good life, either, Bobby Ray.”

And still, I shrugged. Or maybe I hadn’t stopped from the
previous time. “I blame my parents for that.”

The angel shook his head. “Honor thy father and thy
mother, Bobby Ray.”

I snickered. “Have you met the Beauregards? Flies keep
their distance. Too shitty, even for them.” I glanced at the brick. I figured I could take this guy
if need be. He didn’t look like the fighting type. Flying, sure, but not fighting.

“The Lord said to honor thy father and thy mother, Bobby
Ray, and so honor you must.”

I sighed. Tom was still fast asleep. Probably dreaming of
Matty, my ex.

“Seems kind of a waste of time to honor the likes of them,”
I told the angel. “They wouldn’t even appreciate it. Don’t much like that I’m gay, but
honoring sounds sorts of pansy-ass. Their words, not mine.” And those were nice words in
comparison to their usual words.

The angel moved a step closer, a step closer still, tippy toes
dragging the floor. He was now standing directly in front of me — or maybe it was closer to
hovering, really — leaning down, in. I stared into eyes blue as the heavens. Go figure. It was,
in fact, a bit like looking into eternity itself. “Your parents sound delightful, but be that as it
may –”

I held up my hand. “I get it, I get it. Honor. Don’t kill. Blah,
blah, blah.” I squinted up at him. “You visit everyone who’s about to break a commandment?
Because I’d have thought we would’ve met a hell of a lot sooner than now.”

The angel straightened his back and moved an inch in
reserve. Up until that moment, he looked, I don’t know, sort of at peace. All angelic looking.
Like he didn’t have a care in the world. But just for a second, I could’ve sworn I saw a flinch
of pain. Maybe it was my choice of words. Or word. Hell, I mean.

“I –” he said, but suddenly got cut off.

No, there wasn’t a bright light again. I was glad for that. My
eyes were still watering from the first one. This time, there was a puff of foul-smelling
smoke, very fire and brimstone stinking. I mean, I guess. Not like I’d smelled brimstone
before. Not that I even knew what brimstone was. In any case, I coughed, rubbed at my nose
as the black cloud disappeared to reveal what I assumed was a demon. I mean, the guy was
red all over and had horns protruding a good foot from his temples, so demon was probably
a good guess, as guesses went. Plus, I already had an angel, so a demon seemed logical. As
much as anything did right about then, I mean.

About the Author

Rob Rosen is the author of
the award-winning novels Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas, Hot Lava, Southern
Fried, Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort, Fate, Midlife Crisis,
Fierce, And God Belched, Mary, Queen of Scotch, Ted of the d’Urbervilles, Sort of Dead,
and
Genie in a Vodka Bottle, and editor of the
anthologies Lust in Time, Men of the Manor,
Best Gay Erotica 2015, and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1, 2, 3 and
4.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Wingman” by A. Poland.

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Book Title: The Wingman

Author: A.
Poland

Publisher: NineStar Press
LLC

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: July 26,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Romantic comedy, New
Adult

Tropes: Friends to lovers, love triangle, childhood best friends, slow
burn, sharing a bed (tent)

Themes: humor, friendship, family, communication

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 69 762
words

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

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Always the wingman,
never the “one”.

Blurb

Nathan, a college student with a thing for funky hats and a
definite not-thing for the great outdoors, has been a wingman extraordinaire for his lifelong
best friend Lorcan for as long as either can remember. With his innate ability to talk
endlessly about how great Lorcan is to anyone who’ll listen, Nathan has always been the
best man for the job—even if he’s secretly waiting for the day when Lorcan will realize that
Nathan is the only guy for him.

But then, Lorcan sets his sights on Miles, the suave,
leather-jacket-wearing musician with a love of mountaineering and a family of six
overprotective sisters, and Nathan must once again put his wingman skills to work.

Trouble is, Nathan is getting tired of the old routine, and
Miles is the only human being on the planet immune to Lorcan’s charm. Not to mention that
Miles’s interest is immediately piqued by the outspoken and completely oblivious
wingman.

Excerpt

Nathan blinked blankly at his best friend.

“My help?” he parroted, not quite getting
what Lorcan was suggesting. It wasn’t as though he could go up to this Miles guy and talk his
ear off about Lorcan to encourage him to make the first move. They’d already met; they’d
spoken. If Miles was interested, he’d make a move.

Hope stirred in Nathan’s chest.

If Miles was interested, why hadn’t he already made a
move?

“Yeah, I need you to do your thing.” Lorcan nodded, looking
at Nathan expectantly, as though that would make Nathan whip out a ready-made action
plan on how to get into Miles’s pants.

“Dude, I do that so you can talk to them without doing the
awkward introductions yourself.” Nathan spoke slowly, as though explaining how to draw a
straight line to a child. “You’ve already covered that.”

“Well, then think of this as a part two,” Lorcan allowed with
a huff, probably because Nathan was making very valid points. “I don’t know if he’s even
into guys.”

Nathan frowned thoughtfully. Normally, it was easy to tell if
someone was into Lorcan. Or at least to Nathan. He liked to think his dad’s perceptiveness
had been inherited—to a lesser extent, of course, because Nathan was good, but he wasn’t
that good—enough that he made a great wingman to other people, not just Lorcan. Hell,
a few of the people in their friend group had asked for his help before.

It wasn’t as easy, sure. But Nathan had a pretty high
success rate. A few of them in happy, long-term relationships to boot.

Maybe he should have business cards made.

Nathan Reed—will get you laid.

Nathan shook off that thought as quickly as it had come
because that made him sound like a matchmaker, and he was decidedly not experienced
enough to consider that as a career path.

“So you…what? Want me to meet him and suss out if he’s
interested?” Nathan tried talking slowly, one brow apprehensively raised.

“Yeah!” Lorcan grinned. “Exactly. Work your
magic.”

Nathan huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes at Lorcan’s
enthusiasm about Nathan’s apparent “magic.” It wasn’t magic; it was just knowing how to
talk to people. Specifically, talking to people about Lorcan. Who, in Nathan’s opinion, was
the easiest thing in the world to talk about.

Sometimes, on very good nights, Nathan didn’t have to do
as much. Sometimes, the woman would know exactly why he was approaching and just cut
to the chase. He always appreciated those; they made his life a lot easier.

“Okay, I’ll do you this one favor.” Nathan sighed, clearly
teasing. There were no favors between them. No one kept tabs over who owed the other
what. “Now drive me somewhere to get food. I’m starving.”

Lorcan laughed, his mood clearly elevated from earlier.
Even that was enough to settle Nathan a bit more. Sure, his brain might still be working
overtime on limited sleep, but Lorcan’s coming-out experience had been painless for him,
and that was something at least.

“Your wish is my command,” he quipped back, starting up
the car and taking them to their usual haunt.

There was nothing better than getting food with

Lorcan.

Lorcan was a picky eater, while Nathan happily consumed
anything deemed edible. Which meant Nathan tended to get extra of whatever Lorcan
didn’t like, and no food was wasted.

Win-win all around.

But this time, the experience was different.

Nathan hadn’t been worried about any uncomfortable
silences or lapses in conversation after being away for so long, and he’d been right not
to.

But he never thought to be worried about Lorcan
never shutting up.

Which, under normal circumstances, would have been
fine. But these weren’t normal circumstances.

Lorcan wouldn’t stop talking about Miles.

In the last half an hour, Nathan learned more about the guy
than he ever wished to. His gut twisted with each and every new fun fact presented to him,
his shoulders drawn tighter and smile more strained.

So far, Nathan learned the following:

Miles was a musician.

A lot of people were musicians, especially in LA; it wasn’t a
big deal. In fact, Nathan had taken piano lessons for an entire week and could still
successfully play “Twinkle Twinkle.”

Miles was a graduate from Juilliard.

Nathan might have asked Lorcan to repeat himself because
there was no way he’d said Juilliard.

But he had. And that was fine. Juilliard was a
college just like any other. Saint Andrews was nothing to scoff at either.

Miles was adopted.

It made sense. Probably adopted into a wealthy family with

plenty of connections, considering the Juilliard thing (fucking Juilliard).

Miles’s eyes were this unusual gray
color.

Lorcan spent a great deal of time talking about the color of
Miles’s eyes. (There were only so many ways to describe stormy gray with flecks of brown,
Nathan groused, please move on.) Anyway, Nathan had been told that he had unique eyes.
Granted, they’d been compared to a swamp before. But still. Swamps had a bad rap—they
had frogs.

But no, Lorcan clearly had a thing for smoke-colored eyes
now, not gunky-green.

Miles was hugely involved in environmental
activism.

Nathan recycled.

About the Author

Fuelled by a worrying tea
addiction (with a tattoo to prove it), A. Poland is a rom-com writer from Ireland who delights
in telling stories that make you fall in love with the characters and give you that squee
feeling in your chest.

Three words A. would use to
describe her writing are funky, silly, and spicy. Which, coincidentally, is also their dancing
style.

When they’re not
daydreaming of the next meet-cute, A. works as a video producer and a full-time dog mom
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Book Title: This is Not a Horror Movie

Author: Sara Dobie
Bauer

Narrator: Blake
Lockheart

Publisher:
Self-published

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Designs

Release Date: June 8,
2021

Length: 8 hours and 57 mins

Genres: M/M new adult, gay
paranormal romance, LGBTQ, romantic comedy

Trope: Friends to
lovers

Themes: non-explicit,
humorous, teens, summer vacation, hauntings, evil spirits

Heat Rating: 2
flames

Warnings: Scenes of
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Emory Jones loves two
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Emory Jones loves two things: horror movies and
Connor Nichols.

For the past four years, Emory, Connor, and their families
have vacationed side by side on Longboat Key, Florida. Eighteen-year-old Emory has pined
for his neighbor from behind the covers of Stephen King books, but college boy Connor has
never noticed him. Probably because Emory looks like Jack Skellington with good
hair.

Emory anticipates another predictable summer of sunburn
and disappointment. Instead, he ends up with a mystery on his hands when a beloved beach
bum goes missing, and Connor volunteers to help with the search. Turns out it’s not just
scary movie cops who are worthless, so the boys start an investigation of their own—leading
them straight to an abandoned beach resort.

Despite the danger, Emory and Connor grow closer, but as
Emory’s gay dreams start coming true, so do the horror movie tropes he so loves. Even
though he knows that sex equals death in slasher flicks, Emory can’t keep his hands off the
guy of his teenage dreams.

About the Author

Sara Dobie Bauer is a
bestselling romance author and mental health / LGBTQ advocate with a creative writing
degree from Ohio University. She lives with her hottie husband and precious pup in
Northeast Ohio, although she’d really like to live in a Tim Burton film.

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Book Title: My First

Author: Sky
McCoy

Publisher: Sky
McCoy

Cover Artist: Cate
Ashwood

Release Date: May 17,
2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance, Humor

Trope: Fake Boyfriend, Age
Gap, Friends to Lovers

Theme: Forgiveness

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 185 words/ pages
165

It is Book 1 of the Surrender
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A young man searching
for his future, an older man living his life single.

Can they both find the
love they desire?

 

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Caden:

“Grayle Meadows was like no other man I’d ever met. He
was tall, handsome, sophisticated, and sexy as hell. Eyes so blue you thought you were
swimming in a seductive ocean, and you could lose yourself and never come up for air, and
he was the first man I ever loved. I could have spent my life adoring and loving him, but for
one thing, he said, ‘You’re too young.’ Twenty five wasn’t that young. I was just hitting my
stride.”

A young man searching for his future, an older man living
his life single. Can they both find the love they desire?

Submission series is an age gap (25/35) M/M
Romance with HFN. The first book contains fake boyfriends and friends to lovers.

 

Excerpt

Chapter 1

Caden

I’ve seen men, great-looking men. Some average, some tall,
beautiful, handsome men, but I never thought much of it. However, when I laid eyes on
Grayle Meadows for the first time, I knew I’d missed a lot in my life.

The day I first caught sight of that man, I knew he was out
of my league, but hey, foolishness and dreams are for young men, and I was going to dream
until something, or someone woke me. However, it wasn’t happening today, because today
my eyes were feasting on Grayle Meadows—hair perfect, eyes blue, face magnificent, suit
perfect, wide muscular shoulders, thin waist, and he was stunning.

All man, and I saw him first.

I’d like to think I was the first to see Grayle. However, it was
delusion on my part. I was sure there were many who laid eyes on this beautiful,
handsome-looking man before I’d entered the picture called life.

He appeared to be ten years my senior, therefore, to say
others had seen him first had to be inadequate, and superfluous. In other words,
unnecessary to say the least, because there was the likelihood that his mother and father
saw him long before I did. Maybe a brother or sister or two could claim that trophy if they
were giving them out for who spotted the handsome, sensuous, blue-eyed Grayle Meadows
first.

I’d throw in my medal for him being the sexiest, and most

compelling man alive. I was sure he could have any woman, or man, if that was his choice,
but I wanted him to pick me, and why not? I was young, gay, and available. Willing to go the
distance if it called for that. He exuded sex in the way no other man could. He didn’t just
walk, his steps measured, he sailed across the floor with no wind at his back, and when he
spoke it was with a low raspy baritone voice.

I’d gladly hand over a medal, but no one could claim that
they saw him the way I’d pictured him in my mind, then in my dreams, and how he’d
invaded my senses when he first strolled into the shop where I’d worked every summer
since my parents allowed me to have a summer job.

I smelled his manly scent among all the customers standing
at the counter waiting to be served. When I spotted him with his beautiful, strong face, deep
intense eyes, I knew he was the man for me, and he’d be my first and only love.

I dropped what I was doing and rushed over, elbowed one
of my fellow workers, and my best friend Lane, took the scoop from his hand, and I stood
waiting for my first and only to open those full lips, and tell me what he wanted—a blowjob
from me, or a piece of my firm, hard, young ass.

Name it. I’m here to please, I thought, wearing a wide smile.

I looked over at Lane. “Who is he? I saw him first.”

“His name is Grayle Meadows.”

I pushed Lane aside and stared at him, daring him to say a
word, or take a step in Grayle’s direction, because he was mine, and I had dibs on him.

Grayle leaned over, trying to decide on which vanilla flavor
to order, and I couldn’t help but take in his scent on this hot false-spring day. Not even the
heavenly smell of chocolate, strawberry ice cream, and lime sherbet could dull my senses,
because his shaving lotion had overtaken me along with the flash of his big blue eyes, and
his dark-auburn curly hair. It was a bad hair day for me, but not Grayle Meadows. I doubted
he’d ever had a bad hair day or anything else, because there wasn’t enough heat and wind
in the world to disturb and disrupt that full mane of beautiful shiny hair.

I watched his large hands move to his hair, and his long
fingers raked through it as he bent once more to look at all the flavors, and when he raised
his head, his eyes locked with mine. He smiled and moved on. My heart lurched and my
cock twitched. He was my first. Never had I had that feeling about anyone before where my
dick involuntarily set off a firestorm that had gotten out of control.

 

About the Author

Hi, I’m Sky

McCoy.

I write steamy M/M romance
books, and I love to read hot M/M romance. Maybe steamy is too mild a term for my books.
Maybe I should say that my gay romance books are hot, hot, hot. I enjoy writing about
strong, flawed men who don’t mind saying they’re sorry when they hurt the ones they
love.

I read and write across
genres and what gives me pleasure, and there is nothing more pleasurable or satisfying to
me than to write a happy ever after hot M/M romance with a kink or two.

My favorite books to read are
anything M/M, vampires, werewolves, mystery, and steamy romance. I have been busy with
reading and writing to bring you the best M/M romance books. Enjoy!

 

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Book Title: This is Not a Horror Movie

Author: Sara Dobie Bauer

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow Designs

Release Date: May 13, 2021

Genres: m/m new adult, gay paranormal romance, LGBTQ, romantic comedy

Trope: Friends to lovers

Themes: non-explicit, humorous, teens, Florida, summer vacation, hauntings, evil spirits

Heat Rating: 2 flames

Warnings: Scenes of graphic violence, death of minor characters, mentions of bullying, alcohol use

Length: 78 000 words

It is a standalone story.

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Blurb

Emory Jones loves two things: horror movies and Connor Nichols.

For the past four years, Emory, Connor, and their families have vacationed side by side on Longboat Key, Florida. Eighteen-year-old Emory has pined for his neighbor from behind the covers of Stephen King books, but college boy Connor has never noticed him. Probably because Emory looks like Jack Skellington with good hair.

Emory anticipates another predictable summer of sunburn and disappointment. Instead, he ends up with a mystery on his hands when a beloved beach bum goes missing, and Connor volunteers to help with the search. Turns out it’s not just scary movie cops who are worthless, so the boys start an investigation of their own—leading them straight to an abandoned beach resort.

Despite the danger, Emory and Connor grow closer, but as Emory’s gay dreams start coming true, so do the horror movie tropes he so loves. Even though he knows that sex equals death in slasher flicks, Emory can’t keep his hands off the guy of his teenage dreams.

 

Excerpt

I’m about to follow a mysterious rat into the darkness when a hand lands on my shoulder. I suck a panicked gasp in through my lips as Connor says, “Sorry! Sorry.”

I put my hands on my knees and relearn breathing.

He stands there, backlit like some kind of hot angel, and shrugs. “Maybe you should be thanking me.”

“What?”

“You like to be scared,” he says.

He’s right. Haunted house in the neighborhood? I’m first. Spooky cemetery? Coming through. Maybe that’s part of the reason I always let Liz drag me to parties at the Outpost. It feels like being in a scary movie. I’m waiting for Leatherface to show up and murder the morally reprehensible youth. Of course, if horror movie rules are true, I’m totally dead. I lost my virginity at sixteen and more often than not spend “happy hour” sharing malt liquor with Longboat’s famous homeless dude, Leland.

“What are you doing over here?” Connor asks.

“Befriending local wildlife.” I glance over my shoulder into the dark. I shove hair out of my face—a nervous tic I’ve acquired since growing it out. Because I needed another nervous tic. “What are you doing over here?”

“Talking to you.” He grins, but I can feel a disconnect.

Connor and I have always had a mutually agreed upon rhythm. He’s the big, gorgeous straight dude who puts up with me, the skinny, little gay kid.

Well.

No one knows I’m gay down here. Florida is for family, not fu— Anyway.

In summers past, Connor wrestled me and tickled me, and I pretended not to like it. We talked about some things, mostly scary movies, but kept an emotional distance. He accepts me being a drama queen, and I never let him know I would climb Everest for his kiss.

Staring at me with a dumb look on his face is not our rhythm.

I finally lose my shit. “Jesus, am I bleeding from my eyes?”

He coughs out a laugh. “What?”

“You’re looking at me funny.”

He looks away. “Oh.”

I cross my arms. I have, in fact, filled out a lot since last summer—and the lifeguarding helps—but I’m still self-conscious about my small frame and will probably never forget the jocks calling me “Tinker Bell” from seventh to tenth grade. I press my lips together and side-eye the kids dancing to some club beat on Liz’s phone. “Everyone’s looking at me funny, actually.”

Connor clears his throat and plucks at the front of his tight, white T-shirt. He looks like he wants to dive headfirst into the empty pool at his back.

“You don’t have to talk to me, you know.”

His blue eyes flit back my way. Even in the dark, I know they’re blue. He says, “But I like talking to you.”

I hug myself tighter and lift a shoulder. “Seen any good horror movies lately?”

His smile is back. “Tons. I saw this French one called Raw.”

I bounce up on my toes. “Cannibals! Oh my God, that movie was so good! The writing.” I tear at my hair in euphoric bliss.

He nods. “And the scene with the roommate.”

“And the ending!” I poke him in the chest. “Dude, I tried to get Liz to watch it. She’s all vegetarian now because she dated this hippie dude senior year. She said she gave up meat for her health, but I think it’s because he said he tasted death in her mouth.”

Connor does the silent open-mouth laugh thing that happens when my storytelling reaches peak levels of absurd.

“She made it thirty minutes into the movie before she had to leave the room and vomit. Meanwhile, I was sitting there eating, like, spaghetti.”

He puts his hand on my shoulder as he keeps laughing. I smell his deodorant: sporty man stuff. “I can’t believe I almost didn’t come this year.”

That steals the air from my lungs. Sure, I should be avoiding the guy, looking forward to the future, but all of a sudden, I can’t imagine a summer without Connor Nichols making me blush.

 

 

About the Author

Sara Dobie Bauer is a bestselling romance author and mental health / LGBTQ advocate with a creative writing degree from Ohio University. She lives with her hottie husband and precious pup in Northeast Ohio, although she’d really like to live in a Tim Burton film.

 

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