Worthy Promises (D’Vaire, Book 41) by Jessamyn Kingley

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

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: April 4, 2024

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length:  98 800 words

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

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

 

Blurb

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

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

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

 

Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oliver. Oliver Toivonen.” 

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

“I’m a snowy owl.”

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

“My favorite color is pink.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

About the Author

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

 

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Elex: Sons of Hecate, Volume I by Mellanie Rourke

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Book Title:  Elex: Sons of Hecate Volume I

Author and Publisher: Mellanie Rourke

Cover Artist: Reese Dante

Release Date: December 26, 2023

Genres: Dark Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Overcoming adversity, rags to riches

Heat Rating:  4 flames     

Length: 92 000 words/320 pages

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

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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

 

Blurb

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

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

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

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

 

Excerpt 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He swept his thumb over my lips.

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

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

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

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

I nodded, unable to form the words.

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

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

 

About the Author 

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

 

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In Love and Death by Aldrea Alien

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Book Title: In Love and Death (Spellster and the Hound)

Author: Aldrea Alien

Cover Artist: Maria Arteta

Release Date: 7th Nov 2024

Genres: MM Bi-awakening Fantasy Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Forced proximity, Forbidden love, Mage/Mage Hunter, Falling for the first time/Learning to love again, Fish out of water, Sex magic

Themes: Grief, Self-acceptance, Healthy vs toxic relationship.

Heat Rating:  4 flames

Length:  270 000 words

It is part of the Spellster and the Hound series and ends on a cliffhanger.

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In one day, Dylan’s whole life was destroyed.

In one night, he may have found the beginnings of a new one.

 

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Still grappling with the loss of his home, Dylan has no choice but to head for Wintervale. His one solace is in travelling the same direction taken by the enemy. But the truth behind the attack on the spellster tower suggests things aren’t as clear-cut and the enemy may well be closer than they thought.

Crossing the kingdom also means remaining in the presence of Tracker, the King’s Hound who Dylan’s repressed desire refuses to let out of his head. The man’s gentle protectiveness, coupled with his flirting, certainly doesn’t help. It taunts him with ideas of the night they shared in the tower becoming something more, a thought that is no less ridiculous than remaining unleashed.

After all, it’s a hound’s job to escort or kill spellsters. They do not disobey orders. They do not falter. And they do not fall. Especially not in love.

 

Excerpt  

“I thought I knew my role in the world,” Dylan confessed. “Thought I had survived the ambush because it was my fate to return home, but there’s nothing left. No home. No friends. No life. So… why was I spared?”

Why? Tracker knew that question well. The memory of it lay cloaked in the gloom of the Pit, where a sallow flickering light danced upon broken and battered bodies. Even after all these years, he recalled how thickly the tang of human blood sat on his tongue. How the only sounds over his ragged breath were the moans of air escaping the dead, yet the loudest stunned silence of the witnesses screamed the loudest, echoing in his mind for years after.

The knowledge that he should’ve been the one to die that day.

A surprising outcome. That was what their mistress had called his survival. Unexpected and problematic. She had him sent away. Officially, to be trained in seduction, but he knew it was to have little hopes like love and family literally screwed out of him.

He’d learnt different lessons. Seduction, yes—difficult not to when it was a requirement to remain working in the brothel’s upper tiers—but also compassion. They couldn’t replace the family he had lost to Hunk’s betrayal, but The Gilded Lily had offered a type of kinship. Without it, he wasn’t certain he would’ve survived the first year. 

And if he had died? What would it have been altered? Which lives would’ve been saved or lost? The spellster protected by an entire mercenary company? The elven woman who had spent decades feeding on the nearby village? The countless young spellsters and would-be hounds he had aided in smuggling into Dvärghem?

And Dylan’s fate?

He bumped the spellster’s arm with a shoulder, hoping that gentle contact was enough to get the man’s attention without startling him. “I am no priest, but if I remember my childhood teachings correctly, the gods do not control how our lives play out, they merely offer alternative paths. Everything else is our choice.”

Dylan remained silent for some time. At first, Tracker thought he hadn’t been heard, then the man spoke.

“My choices are responsible for my friends dying?”

“I did not say that and this is the last time you will speak such a lie. No choice you could possibly make would have led to what happened. That blame lies squarely on another’s shoulders.” Who had made that decision was an answer Tracker didn’t currently possess, but he was going to find out. And once he did, not a thing would stop him from dealing out the ultimate consequence. “As for why you were spared…” He inhaled, unthinkingly breathing in the scent of magic emanating from the man. The wisps of power might have died down, but that storm-cloud aroma remained a beacon regardless. “I would say your strength played no small part there.”

Dylan’s face scrunched in confusion. “My strength? I could be the strongest spellster in the world and it wouldn’t… I couldn’t…” He ran a hand through his hair, further upsetting the already messy array. “I just feel…” His breath came out in one shuddering exhale. “I don’t know what.”

“Helpless? Hopeless?”

“Like no matter how hard I try, I’m utterly useless in keeping all the terrible things from happening.”

Tracker laid a hand on Dylan’s forearm. Even through the layers of his clothes, the man’s shaking was palpable. “There was no way you could have predicted what happened. Not the ambush, not the army, not… any other outcome.”

Dylan stared down at his hands. Unformed magic danced around his fingertips like a rolling fog. “I can’t stop thinking I should’ve done more, should’ve been more, then maybe they’d be alive.”

He drew the spellster into his arms, sensing the ghosts of pure magic crackle into something tangible as Dylan stiffened in his grasp, the flash briefer than a lightning strike.

With his ear pressed to the man’s chest, he heard the man’s heart thumping at a tempo that suggested Dylan had spent the day sprinting down the road rather than the steady pace they’d taken through the forest. “I cannot tell you it will get better, that is not something anyone can judge for you. But I am here if you need me, in whatever capacity that may be.” He didn’t know if his presence alone would be enough to help, but he hoped so.

The man’s heartbeat slowly calmed as Tracker talked. Dylan sagged into the embrace, his arms awkwardly wrapping around Tracker’s shoulders, his cheek resting atop Tracker’s head. Wetness seeped into his scalp. He ignored it and tightened his grip to match Dylan’s.

It was a while before the man unwound himself. He dried his face, giving a self-conscious little chuckle. “I really have to stop crying all over you.”

 

About the Author 

Aldrea Alien is a bisexual, multi-award-winning, USA Today Bestselling Author of lgbt & fantasy romance.

Hailing from New Zealand, she lives with a menagerie of animals, most of whom are convinced they’re just as human as the next person. Especially the cats! By day, they wrangle the family. By night, they write.

 

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An Odyssey of Shadows by Dion Marc

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Book Title: An Odyssey of Shadows

Author: Dion Marc

Cover Artist: Illustrated by Author 

Release Date: March 25, 2024

Genres: Period Fantasy, Epic Fantasy, Drama, Thriller

Tropes: Ancient Secrets, Family Drama, Coming of Age, Epic Storylines with Lots of Characters, Hero’s Journey, Greek Tragedy.

Themes: Ancient Greece meets 1945, Queer Main MCs, M/M, F/F Side Characters. Not a traditional style romance. Fantasy First, Strong Word Building, WW2, many different folklores involved.

Heat Rating: 3.5 flames     

Length: 90 000 words

It is the first book in a new series – The Odyssey of Theodore Miller.

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A Hero’s Journey Is a Tale of Tragedy.

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In the wake of his brother’s death, Theodore’s world is irrevocably shattered. Now he stands alone against the shadows that dance at the whims of Gods. Clad in armour touched by magic and driven by a sharp mind, he faces a world of chaos and trials of unimaginable darkness all to save his brothers life. Each heartbeat of fear, each spark of hope, fuels his fight through a world where his bookish smarts may be his key to survival. Yet, Gods have never been known to play fair – especially the war god – Arēs

‘An Odyssey of Shadows’ is the first instalment of a new fantasy series set in the year 1945, penned by Amazon bestselling author and artist Dion Marc. This saga weaves queer protagonists and intricate plot lines into an unputdownable read.

 

Excerpt 

The air was dense, choking me with its acrid stench. I found myself in an unending void, where even my own body seemed to disappear into the oppressive blackness. But the silence was the worst of all—a soundless void that made my eardrums ache with its sheer weight.

Then, a light—faint at first—began to pulse in the distance. A scarlet bloom beckoning me closer. As I drew near, the light revealed itself to be a door, slightly ajar, emanating an even deeper blackness than the void around it. From within, whispers floated out, layered over each other until they became a cacophony of desperate cries and muffled screams.

“Join us. Save us. Take us.”

Unable to resist its pull, I pushed the door wider. Inside was an endless expanse of contorted, writhing figures, locked in a dance of agony. Their skin seared, peeling away to reveal muscle and bone, yet they moved as if in rhythm to some ghastly melody.

And there, in the midst of the tormented crowd, was Thomas. His once bright brown eyes were now hollow, devoid of hope or recognition. Chains wrapped around his body, pulling him deeper into the throng. I tried to scream, to shout his name, to reach out, but my voice was stolen by the void, and my limbs were weighed down by invisible forces.

My own cries seemed to echo back to me from the abyss until a blinding surge of scarlet light consumed everything

 

About the Author 

Bestselling Scottish Australian author Dion Marc lives and breathes queer art. Whether he is painting, writing, sewing or dancing naked in the moonlight he does it with pride. He is a practising Hellenistic polytheist who believes in healing the world one hug at a time and that drinking tea without a biscuit is a horrendous crime. Dion has worked on Harry Potter, Moulin Rouge, Hamilton and so many more creative and flamboyant shows. You can follow Dion on Instagram @author.dionmarc

 

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Lonely Diner by Dann Hazel

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Book Title: Lonely Diner

Author: Dann Hazel

Publisher: The Original Press

Cover Artist: Josh Fippen; Photograph by Cura Photography

Release Date: December 4, 2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Military Romance, Coming Out, Overcoming Adversity, Second Chances.

Themes: Dealing with Trauma, Gay in a New City, Forgiveness

Heat Rating:  4 flames   

Length:  109 000 words

It is part of a series, but each novel can be read as a standalone.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Two conflicted military men. A longing for happiness. One Lonely Diner, where people often search for a recipe for love. (The food is good there, too.)

 

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Two conflicted military men. A longing for happiness. One Lonely Diner, where people often search for a recipe for love. (The food is good there, too.)

One man plays it straight. Another grieves over a lost best friend with benefits.

Everyone thought they were meant for each other. Lance, an Air Force computer engineer, and Ryan, a former submariner in the Navy and now a military college professor, are gay men blinded by the painful wounds of their past decisions. Both men are ready for love. But because of their pasts, they’ve slammed the brakes on their desires.

Now thirty years old, a younger Ryan Ball decides he can be happy only by conforming to social expectations. So what does he do? He decides he must have a wife and kids. Though he acknowledges that he can never be straight, he is convinced that with effort, determination, alcohol and erectile dysfunction meds, he can play the necessary roles.

Vikki, Ryan’s girlfriend in high school and now his wife, begs to differ.

At thirty-one, Lance Dingle falls for his best friend and roommate, Randy, a stunt pilot who agrees to a friends-with-benefits arrangement. From Lance’s perspective, there’s a spark in their arrangement that Randy denies. Then, tragedy strikes. Lance finds himself alone and lonely, living with memories of Randy and an ever-expanding list of “what-might-have-beens.” Finally forcing himself into the dating scene, Lance discovers that Mr. Right is more elusive than he ever imagined.

Then, Callie Yenti, transwoman, drag performer extraordinaire and entrepreneur, enters the picture. She owns the popular Lonely Diner and possesses an uncanny insight into the workings of the heart.

Even the complicated hearts of her two hard-headed friends, Lance and Ryan.

An HEA gay romance.

Trigger Warning: This novel includes scenes from a sexual assault and a PTSD episode.

 

Excerpt 

Soon, the table beside Lance became available. A gorgeous, dark-haired man with biceps on the verge of bursting through his shirt sleeves sat down. Lance noticed that he was drinking Liquid Death, often a signal that a bar patron wished to avoid alcoholic beverages. Lance also noticed that his haircut was similar in style to his own. Lance wondered if the body builder might also be a member of a branch of the military.

Lance’s face turned crimson when the man caught Lance cruising him. Rather than heightening Lance’s embarrassment with silence, the man, who also had a well-conditioned chest and stomach, asked Lance to join him.

Lance noticed the tremor in the man’s voice. 

Ah, he’s an introvert, like me, Lance thought.

Lance cast him a beaming smile. “Why not? No need for the two of us to monopolize a pair of tables when one will do.”

Lance grabbed his ale—his third for the evening—and carried it with him as he sat in the chair next to the man. “My name is Lance Dingle,” he said. He reached across the table for a handshake.

“My pleasure, Lance.” A very brief pause. “Wait! I think you’re the fellow the infamous Callie Yenti has been devoting so much time finding a way to introduce us.”

“Holy shit! Then you must be Ryan Ball. Finally, we meet!”

Ryan laughed. “I guess she’s included us both in her match-making scheme.”

“It’s a talent she’s very proud of,” Lance said. “You’re an English professor at The Citadel, right? And before that, you served in the Navy?”

“Damn! She’s thorough.” Then, Ryan reciprocated with a fact of his own. “And I think I remember her saying that you’re an Air Force man.”

“Yep. That’s me. A computer geek. Not a pilot.”

The men chatted about their backgrounds, their experiences in the military and navigating the tricky terrain of being gay in the service, despite the revocation of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. Naturally, there were parts of their biographies they were unwilling to share—like the sexual assault in DC and Lance’s torch-carrying for Randy. Lance unwittingly—and because of the buzz the drinks precipitated—came very close to telling Ryan how many physical similarities he and Randy shared. Fortunately, he caught himself before he provided Ryan a very good excuse to abort their conversation.

Then, Ryan popped the same question that was also on Lance’s mind. “Would you be interested in hanging out sometimes? I mean, it’s fine with me to call it a date. Y’know, to see if Callie still has her magic touch.”

But Lance had no chance to respond.

Because a nervous James Manigault appeared at their table, without his cute young diversion, and kissed Lance squarely on the mouth. Lance could taste the rum he’d drunk and smell the pot he and the young man shared before heading to the club.

Then, Lance caught a glimpse of Ryan’s face.

But a look long enough to see that sexy face fill with disappointment, vulnerability and perhaps even distress.

Abruptly, Ryan rose from his chair. It almost toppled over, but Ryan grabbed it on its way to the floor. “I don’t want to intrude,” he said. “I’ll leave you to it. And Lance? It was nice to meet you.”

Now, it was Lance’s voice that quivered. “Likewise, Ryan.”

They shook hands like two businessmen closing a deal. Ryan quickly pulled his hand away and headed toward the exit.

Lance looked with a mixture of anger and annoyance at James, who was now sitting in Ryan’s chair.

And then, James had the fucking nerve to ask if they were still on for their date the next night.

 

About the Author

Dann Hazel has been writing both fiction and nonfiction for more than twenty years. 

Besides writing romance, he has taught high school English and journalism, college psychology and human sexuality, directed federal grants and worked as a therapist in a psychiatric hospital. His fiction genre interests include thrillers, horror, literary and gay romance. He has published the Some Like It Haute Gay Romance Series, including Room for Dessert, My Own Private Biscuit and Lonely Diner.

Nonfiction works include Witness: Gay and Lesbian Clergy Report from the Front and Moving On: The Gay Man’s Guide for Coping When a Relationship Ends.

Dann’s personal interests include reading and writing, cinema, jogging, Broadway, keeping abreast of current events and travel.

Currently, Dann lives in Central Florida with his husband, Josh, and their American Eskimo canine, Flurry.

 

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Treading Water by Alex Winters

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Book Title: Treading Water

Author: Alex Winters

Cover Artist: Reece Notley

Release Date: October 03, 2023

Genres: Contemporary M/M Sports Romance, Gay Romance, Gay Fiction

Tropes: Hollywood A-Lister Versus Small Town Stud, Actor Versus Athlete, Coming Out, Forced Proximity

Themes: (Almost) first time gay, summer love, Hollywood scandal, coach falling for his student, student falling for his coach, deserted summer camp

Heat Rating:  4 flames       

Length: 310 pages

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

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What happens when love is sink or swim?

 

Blurb 

Actor Tucker Crawford is having the worst summer ever. Thanks to a viral video of him trying to swim, he’s the laughingstock of Hollywood and his role in a hit TV series is in jeopardy. The only bright spot is Tucker’s sexy new swim coach, Reed Oliver, but even that has its problems—because Tucker is deep in the closet and has never been with a guy.

Reed Oliver is having the best summer ever. He’s just scored a high-paying freelance gig teaching a Hollywood actor how to swim. The two of them have the run of a deserted summer camp, complete with an Olympic-size swimming pool. But when cocky playboy Reed meets shy, virgin Tucker, sparks fly and Reed’s walk-in-the-park coaching job becomes a minefield of temptation. Once they kiss for the first time, there’s no way to overcome their mutual passion and no looking back. But after two weeks of secluded intimacy, can they keep their romance alive in the real world? 

 

Excerpt

“Are you awake?”

Tucker’s voice was hoarse in the dark, barely above a whisper to match the surreal nature of the moment. All the same, Reed responded in kind, his voice as husky and hoarse as the deep, dark night that surrounded the rustic cabin, filling it with quiet mystery and the by-now-familiar thrum of humid temptation. “Of course.”

Tucker snorted, just shy of a chuckle and mixed with a quiet gurgle of relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if Reed had answered with a snort or a snore and then rolled over and gone back to sleep. He’d been waiting for over an hour to make his move, so he shifted over on his mattress and lifted himself up on one elbow to peer over the bottom bunk to the floor directly by his bed.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, trying his best to be alluring. “What are you doing down there, anyway?”

“You were so drunk last night.” Reed glanced up from the fuzzy striped comforter splayed out beneath him, “I didn’t want you to roll out of bed and bust your head open.”

Tucker struggled to retain his composure at Reed’s half-naked form, sprawled out on the floor literally at his feet. Moonlight caressed his quietly grinning face in a most flattering way. “What were you gonna do, catch me in your sleep?”

“If I had to, yeah.”

He slid his hands beneath his chin and gazed down at Reed the way teenage girls stared at the posters of rock stars and screen idols from old black-and-white movies on their walls. “Besides, I wasn’t that drunk.”

Reed made a face. “Okay, bud.”

Tucker was hungry. And thirsty. And hard as a rail beneath his boxer briefs, pressed thick and tight against the mattress beneath him. “Well, I’m not now.”

Reed lay flat on his back, looking up, as if he’d been waiting for Tucker to open his eyes and look down at him. He lifted his hands and gave a little golf clap, the soft sound vaguely startling in the middle of the night. Outside the screen door, only a stray cricket chirped in the deep stillness of the forest. “Congrats. I guess I can get into an actual bed now?”

Reed made no move to leave, and Tucker was glad. He was enjoying the view—every smooth, savory, moonlit inch of it. Before Reed could stand, to make good on his promise, Tucker slid one hand away from beneath his chin and pressed it flat against Reed’s chest. It was warm and hard and lean and softly humid in the cabin’s almost stifling heat. It was also beating like a jackrabbit. The feel—the pulse—of Reed’s pounding, frantic heart was vaguely encouraging.

“Let’s not be too hasty, now.”

Reed’s playful smile froze into something less than amused, if not quite startled. He didn’t say anything, not right away, but it was clear he wanted Tucker to move his hand. So he did. Moved it just a smidge lower down Reed’s chest and drifted it lazily toward his suddenly stiff nipples.

“Tucker, stop.” Reed’s voice was a groan, his words a lie. Every fiber of his being, every slick sheen of sweat and rat-a-tat of his pounding heart, every thrum of vibration throughout his taut, pale skin said, “Go,” not “Stop.”

 

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Alex Winters is the pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys long walks with his wife, scary movies and smooth jazz. Visit him at www.awintersromance.com to see what stories are brewing up next!

 

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Together We Bleed by A. Roux & Yolanda Olson

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Book Title: Together We Bleed

Author: A. Roux & Yolanda Olson

Cover Artist: EmCat Designs

Release Date: April 27, 2024 

Genres: Extreme Taboo/Dark Romance

Tropes: Prisoner, Father & Son, Cabin, OTT/JP 

Content Warning: An extremely taboo romance between father & son. There is violence in this story and there are sexually explicit acts between the MMCs. There are scenes of mild to detailed torture (not between the MMCs.)

Heat Rating:  4 flames

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

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Like Father, Like Son

 

Blurb

Rory

Life imploded after they took him from me.

It was all my fault.

So, when I turned fifteen, I took a trip by myself to visit him in prison.

I wanted to apologize for the years he had lost behind bars.

That’s when he showed me how much he really loved me.

I’m drunk on it now.

Intoxicated on his love.

I’ll get him out and we’ll find a way to be together.

 

Henry

After years behind bars, family is all I have left. 

He is all I have left. 

I own him. I made him. Blood of my blood.
It won’t be easy, carving out the home we deserve.

We’re fighting to escape the past and the choices we made.  

But he’s worth it. 

He’s the best damn thing in my life.

The love we have is already twisted and broken, but together we bleed. 

 

 

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A. Roux is a dirty minded, mouthy Welsh author who is still trying to find her genre while dabbling in erotica, fantasy and horror. She’s a bookworm who reads anything and everything and is addicted to social media.

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Shadowy Illusions (D’Vaire, Book 38) by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Shadowy Illusions (D’Vaire, Book 38)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: August 3, 2023

Genres: MMM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates, menage/MMM

Themes: Love

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length:  98 000 words

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

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Three men determined to find love and put the shadows of the past far behind them.

 

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For two thousand years, the sentinels were imprisoned. They lived in a world of grayness and loneliness. But those days are far behind Shadow Lord Gerard Treily’s people. Today, the sentinels are revered and distinguished members of society. And Gerard’s purpose is clear. He decides punishments and guides his brethren through the finer points of the law. That, along with being a member of a devoted task force, gives him purpose. But Gerard wants his mate.

Ardusian Valzadari has also distanced himself from his past. Once a sullen elf who pilfered small treasures, Ardusian is now a success and a friend to his chieftain. As an important executive in the renowned company Elven D’Vaire, Ardusian works long hours to avoid the loneliness eating at him. What he wants is the other half of his soul.

The enchanters belong to the same Council as Gerard and Ardusian, but Amaury Gennevois’s people guard their privacy and rarely interact with anyone outside their race. The Gennevoises are a powerful family, but Amaury has little to his name. He has no money or job, and his father and uncle control everything. Neither man cares for Amaury, and he has the scars to prove it. 

To the surprise of Amaury, Ardusian, and Gerard, they discover Fate has granted them a triple matebond. Although relationships like theirs do not have a high rate of success in the Council, the three men care little for statistics. They are determined to build something meaningful. But secrets rest between them, and the past refuses to stay hidden. It will take grit, courage, and instituting change for every enchanter to build the future they deserve.

 

Excerpt 

Gerard stepped out of his office and stopped at the enormous desk that sat at the entrance of the sentinels’ headquarters. Two men manned it—a sentinel and a necromancer-druid hybrid. They were more than coworkers. Dudley and Evergreen were best friends and family. It was the kind of bond Gerard yearned to experience and hoped to have someday.

The pair were also standing behind their workspace with their gazes locked on something happening out in the hallway.

“What is going on?” Gerard asked.

Without glancing in his direction, Evergreen shrugged. “We aren’t sure. These two guys are out in the hallway acting strangely. I think they might get into a fistfight.”

“They would not have a fight in front of the Sentinel Brotherhood offices,” Gerard stated.

“That is what I said,” Dudley remarked.

Gerard’s eyebrows flew up as he looked through the tall panes of clear glass. There was a Valzadari with his hands raised, and a blond man who stood a couple of inches shorter than the blue elf.

“I wish I could hear what they are saying,” Evergreen said. “I’m pretty sure they were yelling. Why do we have such thick glass?”

“For your safety,” Dudley replied.

“I wasn’t even working for you guys when this place was designed.”

“Not for you specifically, but for whoever sits here,” Dudley explained.

The two men continued to have a conversation in the hallway. One dashed off, but the other halted him in his tracks with whatever he said. It was odd, and Gerard was curious. And annoyed that anyone would choose to have a personal altercation in front of his workplace.

“I am going out there,” Gerard remarked, intrigued by the strange tableau beyond the glass and the squabbling men.

“Good,” Evergreen replied. “Get all the details. What’s going on? Who started it? Are they going to solve their obvious rift with some man love? Tell them to feel free to do that right where they are.”

Gerard rolled his eyes as he stalked to the door. “Elves lack sexuality like sentinels.”

“Stop ruining my day with pesky details. They’re hot together,” Evergreen retorted. “I wonder if we have any popcorn around here, I could use some if I’m watching a show.”

Whatever response Gerard had at the ready for Evergreen disappeared as he pulled open the door. The blood in his body rushed to his groin, and the sweet scents of plums and Concord grapes hit his nose. Both the elf and the sorcerer, who Gerard’s brain immediately catalogued as an enchanter, turned to Gerard with shocked, open-mouthed stares.

None of the three men were shifters, but somehow Gerard’s unfailingly perceptive senses told him the pair were his mates. Gerard did not know how he’d pleased Fate so much for her to bestow such handsome prizes on him. 

The blond enchanter had eyes the same deep reddish-purple as plums, and his hair was combed away from his pretty face. His pert nose was slightly upturned and scrunched as his mouth snapped closed. 

The arresting elf stood nearby in a silk tunic, pants, and flowing cloak. His high cheekbones brought immediate attention to his lovely blue eyes, and his sleek tresses were decorated lavishly with beads and braids.

“Two,” the elf shouted as he bent forward and clasped his head in his hands. “I think I need a doctor.”

Gerard had never been so grateful for his fast reflexes as he rushed over and grabbed the elf before he hit the ground. The poor man had fainted.

“Is he okay?” the enchanter whispered.

“I am not sure any of us are,” Gerard replied, sharing an awkward smile with the pretty enchanter. He finally understood what made a face beautiful. His mates were breathtaking.

The door to the Sentinel Brotherhood whipped open, and Lich Sentinel Alaric Daray stood there expressionless. “What is going on?”

“I just met my mates,” Gerard said, hardly able to believe the words. How he had the calmness to answer questions or help the unconscious elf, Gerard didn’t know, but he attributed it to being a sentinel. The spell that had created him had obviously prepared him for everything—even the almost unbelievable truth of his triple matebond.

Alaric’s dark brows flew up, then he grinned. “The first sentinel with two mates. Bring them inside so you can have some privacy.”

The elf sprawled in Gerard’s arms moved as his lashes fluttered upward. “At least my hallucinations are handsome.”

“Hallucinations?” Gerard asked in confusion.

“He didn’t think I was real,” the enchanter said, his head bowed. “I had my appearance glamoured and removed my spell in front of him. I may have scared him.”

“Can you put me down?” With a huff, the elf straightened, and Gerard gently helped him to his feet. The elf tugged on his tunic, and his cheeks turned a faint purple. “I was startled. But you grew angry with me. Why?”

“Come inside, we can speak in private,” Gerard encouraged. His mates had an issue, and the three of them deserved privacy as they adjusted to their new reality. Although Gerard was still stunned, elation worked its way through him too.

 

About the Author

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

 

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Lessons in Chemistry by Colette Davison

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Book Title: Lessons in Chemistry

Author: Colette Davison

Cover Artist: Designs by Morningstar

Release Date: July 27, 2023

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Tropes: MMM, college/university romance (all characters are over 18), slow burn, fake date, opposites attract

Themes: Finding yourself while finding each other

Heat Rating:  3 flames

 Length:  96 500 words

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

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What do a nerd, a jock, and a slacker have in common? Each other.

 

Blurb 

When Auggie’s controlling father threatens to cut short his studies, it’s time to put his life in order. Add one cute nerd and one dedicated swimmer, and he has a new lesson to learn—how to love.

Emory is all kinds of confused. He really, really likes Auggie but is also in love with his best friend, Casey. Then Auggie comes up with a plan to see if Emory and Casey share any chemistry, and nothing will ever be the same again.

Casey lives for swimming and snuggling his best friend, Emory. Except Emory is in love with him, Auggie’s confusing him, and suddenly he has to confront his feelings and his sexuality.

Three men and one conundrum. How can they all get the guy?

Lessons in Chemistry is a slow-burn MMM college/university romance between an inexperienced nerd, an asexual jock, and the slacker who’s been around. There’s a fake date, first times, three guys finding their way in love and life, and a whole lot of snuggling.

 

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Copyright Colette Davison 2023

“Aren’t you going to stay and finish your drink? Drinks,” he corrects. “I got you a fresh one.”

I sink into my chair. It would be rude not to stay, even though I want to run far away from him so I can scrub my brain out.

“We can chat about your problem,” Auggie says.

“My problem?”

“Yes. Your unrequited love for Casey. Have you told him you’re in love with him yet?”

“No, and I’m not going to.”

“Why not?”

Because I couldn’t take the inevitable rejection. “I don’t want to make things weird between us. Anyway, he told me he’s not interested in dating.”

“Oh, so you guys do talk about this kind of stuff after all.”

“He mentioned it last night when we were talking about—” I slap my hands over my mouth.

Auggie waggles his eyebrows. “Has someone else caught your fancy? Me, for instance?”

“You are so full of yourself,” I mutter.

“You could be full of me too.”

I choke, cough, and splutter all at the same time. Auggie stands and pats my back, which doesn’t make anything better. I sip my iced coffee until I’ve recovered.

“I’m sorry.” Auggie doesn’t sound the least bit sincere.

 

About the Author 

Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.

 

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Cover Reveal – Inhale by D P Denman

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Book Title: Inhale

Author: D.P. Denman

Cover Artist: AJ Corza

Release Date: July 20, 2023

Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance

Tropes: damaged lead finds love, professional model, learning to love again, blackmail, voyeur, private investigator stories

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length: 75 000 words/ 300 pages

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

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What can you do when love takes you by surprise? Just breathe.

 

Blurb 

Cole Rinne is a model with an impossible problem. An invasion of his privacy ends up in the hands of a blackmailer and the details could go public any day. His only hope is to ditch the spotlight and hide in the shadows. Then he meets someone with a solution.

Gage Marx is a PI who specializes in impossible problems. He’s used to solving the unsolvable. The only thing he’s ever declared a lost cause is himself. 

From the start, Cole’s case holds more surprises than Gage expects. The most shocking is that for the first time in over a year, Gage’s broken heart is showing signs of life. 

Their plan to wade slowly into love comes apart when an unexpected opportunity threatens to turn it all into a long-distance relationship. Will occasional reunions be enough to keep them together or will their separate careers tear them apart?

 

Excerpt 

Gage woke to the jostling of his mattress. The shadowed figure at the end of the bed had him up from his pillow in an instant. He fumbled for the light on the nightstand, his heart hammering. One hundred watts burst into the room and Gage dropped his head back, breathing to the ceiling.

Cole sat at the end of the bed, still in his rumpled clothes.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Gage told him.

“Sorry.” Cole slumped.

The misery on his face silenced the rest of Gage’s lecture. “It’s okay.”

“I couldn’t sleep. I keep thinking about everything. I feel so….” Cole’s face twisted into a smudge of anger and sadness.

“Violated?” Gage supplied when it was apparent Cole couldn’t come up with the words.

“That.” Cole nodded.

“Betrayed? Pissed?”

Cole kept nodding until the last word. “Oh, I passed pissed an hour ago. I’m whatever you are when you reach the molten lava stage. If I thought it would make me feel any better, I’d ask for a meeting so I could spit in his face.”

“I don’t blame you.” Gage leaned against the headboard.

“I also don’t want to be alone.” Cole looked at him, sad green eyes and crooked eyebrows asking permission.

Gage stared back, searching Cole’s face for a lust-inspired ploy to get into his bed. He didn’t find one.

“Why don’t you sleep in here?” Gage offered.

It was a mistake, and he knew it. There would be no way to maintain any kind of boundary after a night together, even if all they did was sleep. The alternative was to send Cole back to the couch alone, where he would sit in the dark, ruminating over the betrayal. Gage would stare at the ceiling over his bed, imagining him doing it. He’d end up back on the couch, holding Cole and watching infomercials until one of them fell asleep again.

“Thank you.” Cole climbed under the covers and nestled into the empty pillow.

Gage turned off the light and settled back where he’d been, pretending he could see Cole on the other half of the bed until his eyes adjusted and Cole returned to a shadowed form beside him.

They stared at each other for a moment.

“I know you have your rules,” Cole said quietly, “and I still want you working my case. I also think I want you as something more than that.”

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re feeling vulnerable? I don’t want to take advantage of you not having anyone else to talk to.”

Cole reached out and rested a hand on his arm. “I’m not sure of anything, but I know what I’m starting to feel, and I’m pretty sure I know why. It’s more than the case.”

Gage covered Cole’s hand, caressing his knuckles, using touch to mask the silence. It was more than the goal of maintaining a professional distance. He didn’t think he was ready for a physical relationship. Not yet. Not in that house with a room full of similar memories right across the hall.

“Is there a way to make that happen?” Cole asked. “Assuming you want to.”

The question wasn’t new. Gage had already wasted hours thinking about what he would do if Cole kissed him again, digging for loopholes he could bend his ethics around. His only solution was to hand the investigation off to someone who would let him stick his nose back in it at will. No one could fault him for keeping an eye on a situation that affected a man he was dating.

“I could let the law firm take over. They’ll be doing most of the work on it from now on, anyway.”

“I don’t want to take money away from you just so I can date you.”

“I have other clients.”

“People put lawyers on retainer, right? What if I do that with you?”

“I would hope you don’t have things like this happening often enough to be worth that.”

“This would be so much easier if you were a bodyguard or something.”

“They aren’t supposed to get involved with clients either.”

“FBI agent?”

“Nope.”

“Federal Marshall?”

“Sorry.”

“Bounty hunter?”

“Sure, if you didn’t mind me hauling you in for skipping bail anyway. Otherwise, I’d be aiding a fugitive.”

“This is much sexier in the movies.”

Gage smiled. “That’s why they call it fiction.”

 

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Award-winning author DP Denman wrote her first short story when she was eight and has been crafting fictional adventures ever since! You can usually find her with a cup of coffee in hand, contemplating her next story. 

A covert romantic, she writes addictive, character-driven gay romance about damaged people who find the strength to put their lives back together. Her stories are gripping and dramatic — guaranteed to hold you hostage to the last word!

 

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Cover Reveal – Love on Page Six by Claerie Kavanaugh

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Book Title: Love on Page Six (Entertaining Love, book 2)

Author: Claerie Kavanaugh 

Cover Artist: Cath Grace Designs 

Release Date: June 26, 2023

Genres: Sapphic Contemporary Romance 

Tropes: actor /performer, Celebrity/Socialite/Model, Hollywood, movie set, Friends to Lovers

Themes: Against All Odds, Character w/ Disability, Coming Out, Femme / Femme

Interracial / Multicultural Relationship, Slow Burn

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 60 000 words/ 240 pages

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

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An actress with a secret, a journalist with a dream, and forbidden love that could change everything.

 

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Desperate to save her family’s dying magazine, love is the last thing on 26-year-old Daphne Fernandez’s mind when she agrees to go undercover as a makeup artist to scoop a juicy story on the city’s most popular telenovela star. But a spur-of-the-moment kiss makes it more complicated. A cheating boyfriend might not be Bombshell Bridget’s only secret.

Bridget Blake has only ever wanted one thing in her life: to be herself. But her overbearing momanger insists showing the world who she really is would mean the death of her blossoming career. So when the new makeup artist fights her way under Bridget’s perfectly moisturized, paparazzi-proof skin, it’s everything she can do to keep the façade in place. Until one spontaneous kiss turns her world upside down. With Daphne, Bridget is the brave, fun-loving, take-no-prisoners girl she’s always wanted to be. But embracing her new self may mean leaving behind everything she’s ever worked for. Is love really worth it?

Book two in the standalone sapphic celebrity romance series Entertaining Love.

 

Excerpt 

The Meet Cute 

A movement catches my attention as I hesitantly reach for a shimmering eyeshadow palette young woman with black curly hair and gold-rimmed glasses browses the store with ease. Her hands expertly select items from the shelves as she navigates the space in her manual wheelchair. 

She looks up a second later, and her brown eyes meet mine with a flicker of recognition. She freezes, pursing her lips before finally rolling towards me with a warm smile.

“Hi there.” Her voice is soft and melodic with a hint of a Hispanic accent.. “Welcome to the Mystic Beauty. I couldn’t help but notice you look a bit lost. Can I help you find something?”

I adopt an affected Southern drawl. The last thing I need is for my stupidity about something as simple as make-up to be splattered all over the tabloids. “I, um, I’m just looking for some makeup…” Well, duh. I mentally facepalm myself. Why else would I be here? I pluck one from a nearby display and hold it up with an exaggerated flourish. “Clearly, I’m a bit lost.” 

“Of course!” she replies, wheeling next to me and holding out her free hand. “I’m Daphne.”

“Nice to meet you, Daphne,” I say. “I’m… Sarah.”

“Sarah” is the first name that comes to mind, and I hope it’s generic enough not to invite suspicion. Daphne’s hand is warm and steady as she shakes mine, and I can’t help but be grateful for her genuine kindness.

“Alright, Sarah,” she says, releasing my hand and gesturing toward a display of eyeshadow palettes. “Let’s find you something that suits your style.”

As we navigate the aisles, Daphne explains different products and techniques easily. After a few minutes, I no longer feel like an idiot for asking one too many questions I should definitely already know the answer to after so many years in the film industry. But rather someone just trying to take the time to learn a new trade. The longer we wander through the aisles, the more. I find myself becoming intrigued by this mysterious woman who clearly has a passion for her craft.

“Can I ask about your makeup?” I ask, admiring the delicate lines of gold and silver that frame her brown eyes. “It’s stunning.”

“Thank you,” A blush colors her cheeks and I bite back a smile of my own. She’s cute when she’s flustered. “I’m an aspiring special effects makeup artist. I love playing with different styles and trying new things.”

“Wow,” I exhale softly. “That’s really amazing.” It’s not just her skill that impresses me, but the genuine joy in her expression. Just saying the word seems to light up the room, and I can’t help craving more of it from her. As we continue our conversation, I slowly lower my sunglasses, allowing Daphne to see my green eyes.

“By the way, if you ever need any help or advice in the future, feel free to reach out to me,” She hands me a small business card with her contact information. “You seem like someone who could use a friend.”

I take the card with a grateful smile.

“I may just have to take you up on that.” I wink, and we share a laugh. My heart skips a bit, and my chest as a blush pinkens her cheeks.

“Great!” Daphne smiles warmly as she expertly navigates her wheelchair down the aisles, pointing out more products and explaining their uses. I listen intently, absorbing every word like a sponge. “Primer is important for long-lasting makeup,” she explains, handing me a small tube to examine. “And don’t forget about setting powder!”

“Good to know,” I muse, turning the tub between my fingers. “You know my makeup artist was recently fired,” I confess quietly, glancing around and relieved to find out the store is mostly empty. “It’s been really frustrating trying to find someone new who understands my style.”

Daphne’s features soften with sympathy. “I’m sorry to hear that. What kind of look were you going for?”

I hesitate, dipping my head down and running my hands along my arms. “I’m… honestly not sure. I don’t know as much about makeup as I probably should.” 

Her eyes light up, and she squeezes my hand. That’s OK. We can figure it out together. I actually have some ideas if you’re interested.”

“Really?” My heart flutters with anticipation. “I would love that.”

As we continue to explore the store, Daphne’s passion and creativity spark my own. I can’t help but feel drawn to her, her talent and kindness shining through with every word. The longer we talk, the more amazed I am that this woman barely knows me has already offered me more understanding and support than most people in my life.

“Thank you, Daphne,” I murmur, briefly taking her hand in mine. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Of course.” As we stand between shelves of sparkling eyeshadows and vibrant lipsticks, I watch Daphne’s deft fingers pluck an iridescent shade from its perch. The glittering powder dusts her fingertips as she swipes it gently across my hand, creating a shimmering arc of color. “This would look amazing on you,” she says, grinning. “It’ll bring out the green in your eyes.”

“Wow, that’s beautiful,” I breathe, captivated by the way the light dances across the tiny flecks of pigment. “Do you really think I could pull it off?”

Daphne smiles bashfully and flicks her hand through the air. I’m sure you could pull anything off.” She laughs, and I can’t help but feel a flutter in my chest. The way her eyes crinkle at the corners and her lips curve into a smile… it’s all so enticing. 

For the rest of the afternoon, Daphne guides me through the store, picking out different shades and colors for me to try on. 

Daphne’s face lights up as we pause by a display of elaborate prosthetics. “I love special effects makeup,” she confesses as she gently fingers one of the masks. “It’s such a powerful way to transform someone and tell a story.”

“Really? Did you study it?”

Daphne nods, but her smile dims. “I did, but finding work has been difficult, especially because of my disability. Some people just can’t see past the wheelchair.”

A pulse of anger flares through me, but I stamp it down. This woman is a stranger. I remind myself. Still, I hate how judgmental people can be. “I’m sorry, Daphne. That’s so unfair.” 

“Thank you.” Her brown eyes meet mine and my throat dries up. “But I won’t let it stop me. I know what I’m capable of, and someday, the right opportunity will come along.”

Her determination and resilience never cease to amaze me. Nodding I plant my hands on my hips. “I know it will.” Suddenly, an idea takes root in my mind. A bold, daring idea that could change both our lives. “Daphne,” I begin, my voice wavering with nerves. “I have a proposition for you.”

She tips her head to the side and I grin. 

“Would you consider being my personal makeup artist?” The words tumble out before I can second-guess myself. “I know it’s not special effects, but I think together, we could create something amazing.”

The faint scent of lavender fills my nostrils as I watch Daphne’s eyes dart back and forth. Her fingers tap the armrest of her wheelchair, betraying her uncertainty.

“I… I don’t know, Bridget,” she hedges, looking down at her lap. “I’m so honored, but… I can’t I just started down at the warehouse and I can’t just abandon my crew.”

Oh. My heart sinks. “Of course. But if you change your mind…”

“Gracias.” Daphne smiles weakly, the gold rims of her glasses catching the store’s fluorescent lights. 

“De nada,” I murmur softly, warmth blossoming in my chest. 

“Now, let’s get back to finding the perfect makeup for you, shall we?”

The corners of her mouth lift into a genuine smile, and I watch as her hands deftly select products, her fingers moving with practiced ease despite the tremors that sometimes betray her. Her passion for her craft is evident in every gesture, and it only strengthens my belief that she’s the perfect person for the job.

“Thank you, Daphne, “I say as she bags up all my purchases a few minutes later. 

She smiles, and my pulse speeds up again. “You’re welcome, Sarah. I’m just glad I could help.” She folds the last of my purchases into the bag and hands it over to me with a nod.

Daphne’s cheeks flame scarlet as I scrawl my number on her hand. “Here,” I say, trying not to let my embarrassment show. “If you ever change your mind, feel free to call or text any time.”

Her gaze flits between the numbers and me. Finally, she gives a small nod and murmurs her thanks. As I back away, feeling oddly proud of myself for taking such a risk, Daphne watches me go with an intensity that leaves me slightly breathless.

 

About the Author 

Claerie Kavanaugh has spent most of her life telling stories, but she never imagined herself writing romance. In fact, she used to think it should only be reserved for Hallmark movies. It wasn’t until college, when she discovered fanfiction, that she learned what romance was truly about: not just fluffy relationships and happily-ever-afters, but human connection, the desire to push one another to be better, and create hope that somewhere, somehow, everyone has someone.

When she’s not writing, she loves to travel and explore new cultures, helping other authors polish their works as a freelance editor, and singing while doing so. Broadway musicals are her soul-food, something her mother and sister know well. She constantly blasts the newest soundtrack through the halls of their Missouri home, much to the chagrin of her very sassy and spoiled cat.

 

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The Yakuza Path: Prelude to Decay by Amy Tasukada

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Author: Amy Tasukada

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

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Genres: Thriller, gay romance, suspense

Tropes: organized crime, boss/ secretary, angst

Themes: relationships are hard, thriller, mystery, suspense

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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A dead prostitute. A mysterious meeting. And a retiring cop set on righting past wrongs…

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Kyoto mafia don Nao Murata is enjoying a quiet reign. Now that his boyfriend, Aki Hisona, has a clean bill of health, they can finally have some much-needed intimate time. If only a persistent detective wasn’t about to throw a wrench in those plans.

Aki’s ready to fully consummate their relationship, but Nao doesn’t appreciate his scandalous flirting in the office. Being left alone to deal with one of Nao’s top men, Aki ends up learning about a secret that puts a crack in Nao’s control.

Amidst worries about whether they’re as compatible between the sheets as they are on the streets, Nao and Aki are forced to work with the police to cement Nao’s reign. As the secret begins to unravel, they’re pulled deeper into a treacherous game of cat and mouse.

Now it’s no longer just their love life they have to fight for…

Prelude to Decay is the seventh book of The Yakuza Path thriller series. If you enjoy gripping suspense, authentic Japanese traditions, and a healthy dose of gay drama, then you’ll devour Amy Tasukada’s latest instalment.

 

About the Author 

International best-selling author Amy Tasukada writes thrilling times of crime, love, and gore. Readers who crave diverse characters, unique settings, and edge-of-your-seat action will devour her Yakuza Path series. Readers who seek less blood and more love will swoon over the Yakuza Path Romance and Would it Be Okay to Love You? Series. Amy is an atheist, queer author who enjoys drinking tea, Japanese street fashion and visual kei music.  Her calico cat, O’Hara, is never far from her side. Amy lives in North Texas, but is always planning her next trip to Japan.

 

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Matebond Dance (D’Vaire, Book 36) by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Matebond Dance (D’Vaire, Book 36)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: April 27, 2023

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Enemies to lovers

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length:  95 600 words

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

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The only thing these two mates have left in common is dance and scorn.

Blurb

Shane is a talented dancer, adores his family, and cannot imagine the world without his best friend. Fate made him a shifter, and at seventeen, Shane discovers the boy he has been crushing on for years is his mate. Sadly, Shane’s best friend is not interested in a romantic relationship—especially not with a man.

Gryphon cannot handle learning that Shane is his mate. For most of their childhood, they dreamed of sharing a stage and confided their innocent secrets. But Gryphon never thought of Shane as a potential love interest. Shane is a man, and Gryphon is not gay. Confused and terrified, Gryphon asks Shane to end their matebond forever.

Destroyed by Gryphon’s rejection and refusing to defy the goddess who put them together, Shane leaves everything behind and starts fresh thousands of miles away. Nine years later, both men are accomplished dancers and have barely spoken in years, despite the connection they hide from nearly everyone. Shane is called home to help his father, and he must confront his past—and the other half of his soul. 

With time and space, Gryphon has cast aside the lies he once told himself, and he no longer pretends he is not attracted to Shane. However, Shane has zero interest in reconciliation, and there may be no salvaging their matebond. The choreography of two devoted lovers sets sparks flying, but these two mates have little left between them but spite.

 

Excerpt 

“What’s up?” Shane asked, leaning against Gryphon’s desk and crossing his arms.

“I think you already know what I want to talk to you about.”

“Yeah, I could tell you figured it out this morning,” Shane replied. “You went white as a sheet. Big fucking birthday surprise from Fate.”

“Having a mate wasn’t something I’d thought about. Not now. I’m seventeen. How the fuck can I be a mate to anyone? I’m still in high school.”

Disappointment swept through Shane, but he’d had a year to adjust, and Gryphon was right. They were young, and mates were forever. If Gryphon needed space to spread his wings, Shane had to give it to him. 

“Believe it or not, I understand. We don’t have to make any decisions about the future right now. Shit, you’ve only had a couple of hours to even think about this,” Shane said, giving in to the urge to smile. Gryphon couldn’t see it though; the hybrid refused to meet his gaze. “Fate matched us, but we get to figure out what that means to us. No rush.”

“You don’t understand,” Gryphon murmured. “I can’t do this. I’m not gay, and we’re not a good match.”

Shane’s grin fell as an icy chill swept down his spine at Gryphon’s words. It was Shane’s job as his mate to be understanding, but how could he tell Gryphon it was okay that he couldn’t deal yet with his desire for men? 

An unfamiliar voice in Shane’s head wondered if he was wrong though. What if Gryphon wasn’t attracted to men? Or had buried it too deep to know it was there? Why was this so difficult? Shane was eighteen and not equipped to deal with these kinds of weighty issues, but he wanted to support Gryphon in every way he could.

“I’m not sure what to say,” Shane murmured, his heart clenching in his chest.

Gryphon finally looked up, and there was pleading in those fantastically green orbs. “It’s okay. I talked to Mall, and after that she looked some stuff up and texted me the info. You’re super smart, so I’m sure you remember learning about the demonic ability that can break matebonds. All we have to do is contact the fallen knights. There’s a law now. It’s called Niko’s Law. Named for one of the royal family, I think. Anyway, that made it legal for us to break an unsealed matebond. That way, you and I are free to find the people we’re really meant to be with.”

Pure white-hot rage consumed Shane, and he stood up straight. His arms dropped to his sides, and his fists clenched. 

“You and Mallory decided that the best way to handle our gift from Fate is to break our matebond?” Shane asked carefully, stepping closer to the suddenly wary hybrid. Although Gryphon had a few inches of height and shoulder width on him and could probably beat the shit out of him, Shane desperately wanted to punch the idiot.

“Look, I know Fate is important. We’ve been taught that since we were kids, but Fate makes mistakes. The demonic ability has been used before in situations like this.”

Shane narrowed his eyes. “And what exactly is this situation, Gryphon? Your girlfriend doesn’t want to lose her ride to school, so she’s perfectly happy denouncing Fate? Maybe it’s because you’re a fucking teenager and can’t understand how life works, but let me explain it to you. Fate is the goddess responsible for showing us the other half of our soul.” 

Taking a step closer to Gryphon, the words he’d held in for a year rose up to choke him. He would not stay silent any longer. He couldn’t. His heart shriveled, and pain tore through him at Gryphon’s rejection.

“I’m going to repeat that so it sinks into your thick brain,” Shane snarled. “The. Other. Half. Of. Your. Soul. This isn’t some high school bullshit relationship where you sneak into some girl’s house whenever her mom is at work so you can stick your dick in her. Yeah, I know what’s been going on. Mallory brags about it to her stupid friends in class every couple of days. Lately, though, she’s been reminding them about the car you were going to get for your birthday and how it means no more bus rides for her. Get a clue, Gryph. Mallory doesn’t want to lose the perks of having you as a boyfriend. And if you think I’m going to defy Fate and go against everything our parents taught us to please your girlfriend, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Damn it, Shane, this isn’t about Mallory,” Gryphon shouted as he recoiled and backed away from Shane, pleasing him in some twisted way. “I’m not gay. Why would you want to be without someone who could never be with you physically?”

“Think that all you want, but I’ve literally seen you check out my ass. If you don’t want to face what’s inside you…what Fate knows is inside you, so be it.”

“So, you’ll go with me to the fallen knights?” Gryphon ventured carefully.

Shane laughed, but it lacked any humor. It was as black as the cloud consuming his heart and soul as Gryphon begged with him to tear apart what Fate had given them. “No way in fucking hell.”

 

About the Author

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

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Love Beneath the Stars: A Matchmaker Wedding Novella by Claerie Kavanaugh

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Book Title: Love Beneath the Stars: A Matchmaker Wedding Novella 

Author: Claerie Kavanaugh 

Publisher: Half Caff Press 

Cover Artist: Lauren Dombrowski

Release Date: April 26, 2023 

Genres: Contemporary F/F Romance

Tropes: Age gap, celebrity, matchmaker, wedding 

Themes: Coming out, forgiveness

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 30 000 words

It is a standalone story in the Entertaining Love series.

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They say love conquers all, but what if getting it means losing your family?

 

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After years of searching, a job gone wrong finally led Hollywood’s most famous matchmaker Eve to her soulmate in up-and-coming starlet Jemma Mason. For a year, they had pictured their perfect destination Valentine’s Day wedding. But when Jemma’s family arrives from Montana, they quickly learn perfection is hard to come by.

Jemma’s conservative brother has always been distant, but when he meets his sister’s fiancée, who is seven years her senior, he worries she’s moving way too fast and refuses to come to the wedding, let alone keep his promise to walk her down the aisle. Can love really conquer all, or are there some wounds that simply run too deep to be buried?

Eve and Jemma’s Wedding Novella. Sequel to LOVE AMONG THE STARS in the standalone sapphic celebrity romance series ENTERTAINING LOVE. 

 

About the Author 

Claerie Kavanaugh has spent most of her life telling stories, but she never imagined herself writing romance. In fact, she used to think it should only be reserved for Hallmark movies. It wasn’t until college, when she discovered fanfiction, that she learned what romance was truly about: not just fluffy relationships and happily-ever-afters, but human connection, the desire to push one another to be better, and create hope that somewhere, somehow, everyone has someone.

When she’s not writing, she loves to travel and explore new cultures, helping other authors polish their works as a freelance editor, and singing while doing so. Broadway musicals are her soul-food, something her mother and sister know well. She constantly blasts the newest soundtrack through the halls of their Missouri home, much to the chagrin of her very sassy and spoiled cat.

 

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Cover Reveal – Fauxmance in the Falls by J.E. Birk

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Book Title: Fauxmance in the Falls 

Author: J.E. Birk 

Publisher: Maple Mountains Press

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood 

Release Date: April 20, 2023 

Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance, small town romance 

Tropes: Fake relationship, small town, age gap, alpha doctor, grumpy/sunshine

Themes: Redemption, coming out, found families 

Heat Rating:  4 flames 

Length:  Approx. 92 000 words and 331 pages

It’s the first book in the series and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Never date your dream doctor

 

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I’m here to destroy this town. How did I end up in a fake relationship with its hero?

I’ve spent my life proving to my grandpa and dad that I’m more than just the Lewis family mistake. So when Grandpa sends me to Devon Falls, VT to take some ridiculous leaf festival to court, I head straight there and get to work. 

But Dr. Jack Lancer keeps getting in my way.

 He’s everywhere. Helping me out with my migraines, making me dinner, insisting people be nice to me even though I’m the enemy. Who is this guy? The next thing I know I’m pretending to be Jack’s boyfriend to get him out of a bind. I swear he’s putting kindness pills in my food or something.

Jack thinks he can fix me the same way he fixes everyone else. But I’m not broken. This podunk town will be when I’m done with it, though. And Jack? Well, he’s about to learn the meaning of the term “collateral damage.” Because I’ll do anything to win this case and end this festival. 

Even if it means losing something that feels an awful lot like love.

Fauxmance in the Falls is an age-gap romance featuring a small town full of quirks, a grumpy lawyer and a charming physician, a fake relationship gone wild, some inappropriate use of a doctor’s office, and a healthy mix of humor and angst. It stars Benson Lewis, who first appeared in the book Counterpoint.  

 

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J.E. Birk was raised in Vermont and is now adulting in Colorado with intermittent success. She is a long-time lover of stories, and she writes and reads in worlds where imperfect characters find their happily ever after. Snag free bonus content and stay up-to-date on J.E. Birk’s news and releases by signing up for her newsletter. 

 

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Cover Reveal – Unforgiving Dreams (D’Vaire, Book 35) by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Unforgiving Dreams (D’Vaire, Book 35)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: March 9, 2023

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, overcoming the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

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Two mates from opposite worlds must discover if the past can ever truly be left behind.

 

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Fifteen thousand years ago, the Fae realms crumbled. A decade ago, Noble Protector Drekkoril D’Vaire of the Light Fae woke after spending many millennia in a dreamless sleep. Upon waking, he discovered his people no longer exist. A goddess revered by the Fae had changed them into elves and sprites with no memory of the past. Thanks to a wonderful, supportive family, Drekkoril healed from the ordeal. Now he wants to find the other half of his soul.

Valiant Defender Daravius of the Dark Fae wanders from place to place, trying to put food in the bellies of his tiny family. With little knowledge of any language still spoken and no resources, Daravius’s existence is meager. Each night, he uses a spell to travel to the destroyed realm that once carved deep scars into his soul; night after night, he must relive the horror. Although Daravius wants more for his loved ones, he is lost.

Expert trackers locate Daravius and his family, and they bring the trio to D’Vaire for sanctuary. Within minutes of their arrival, Daravius and Drekkoril learn they are mates. Drekkoril rejoices and yearns for a future together, but Daravius is terrified and desperate to avoid uniting their souls. Only Fate knows which man will get his wish.

 

Excerpt 

There were strange sensations fluttering through Daravius as they walked through a short hallway. The second they turned the corner into a massive room with a fireplace, the prickling of his senses went into full-blown overload. Previously lacking any sexuality, Daravius was surprised when his cock hardened in his black trousers and the beautiful blooms of t’rio llaexila flowers sprang into his mind. They were wildflowers from the Fae realm with cream-colored petals—an exact match to the clothing of a man standing in the space.

It was not the clamoring of his body that had tears threatening, but the immediate recognition of who Bétea had chosen as Daravius’s v’airsell nioll. A bemollo like himself, the stranger was also the leader of the Light Fae and the same as Daravius—the last of his kind. It was too bad it was the fault of Daravius and his people, who had destroyed the man’s realm. How could Bétea do this to the Noble Protector? And how in the world could Daravius fix it?

Daravius refused to accept it, and it changed nothing. Self-loathing filled him, and Daravius knew without a doubt he could not stay. For reasons he was unable to explain, the Noble Protector smiled and took two steps toward him. Daravius braced himself for the man’s justifiable rage and wondered yet again why Bétea hated him so.

“Valiant Defender Daravius of the Dark Fae, my near obsession with wondering where you were finally makes sense to me,” the bemollo commented in Fae’is with a deep, courtly bow. “I am Noble Protector Drekkoril D’Vaire, and it is an honor to find myself matched by Bétea.”

If Daravius was confused by his words, it was nothing compared to everyone else, who stood quiet for several seconds as they processed what the Noble Protector had said.

Then the silence was disrupted by a shout, and the light fairy did a strange jump. 

“Are you saying he is your v’airsell nioll?” Drekkoril’s fairy yelled.

Grand Warlock Dra’Kaedan D’Vaire grinned. “This is wonderful, we need to celebrate.”

Daravius’s fairy, Xakiok, slipped his hand into Daravius’s and squeezed. 

“Take a breath,” Xakiok whispered. 

Daravius forced air into his lungs and was reminded that the reason a bed was being added to Drekkoril’s space was because as v’airsell niolls, they had to share at least half of the hours of the day together. How could Daravius spend so much time in the Noble Protector’s company? Daravius must find a way until a solution presented itself, since cutting those hours could lead to sickness or death.

“Have no concern, I am overwhelmed too,” the Noble Protector said and took another step closer to Daravius. Although he wanted to run, Daravius planted his feet and met the swirling gold-and-cream eyes of his v’airsell nioll. The man’s brilliant white-blond hair was streaked with ivory and intricately braided and beaded away from his handsome face. 

From Xakiok’s brief memories of Sindrell, Daravius recognized the noble clothing—a long, nearly sheer tunic partially covered with a vest, and tall, buckled boots—as traditional clothing. The fabric of his pants and footwear differed though, and Daravius wondered if it was Faedrekan skin. It dawned on Daravius how foolish he was to never consider using shed scales for clothing, and instead only consuming it for his almost nightly jaunts to his former realm. 

Being so close to the man was disconcerting, and his intoxicating scent was making Daravius light-headed. His greedy gaze traced the swirls of cream decorating what little of Drekkoril’s skin was left exposed. Daravius admitted to himself he was wildly attracted to the Noble Protector, but those base instincts were yet another reminder of how unworthy he was of him.

“May I teach you to understand English?” the Noble Protector asked quietly after Daravius stood there staring up at him for countless moments.

Daravius cleared his throat. “I would welcome the knowledge, my thanks, Noble Protector.”

“I am Drekkoril,” he insisted. “I learned from a powerful sorcerer in our D’Vaire family—who, like you, holds mastery over dark magic—that it is possible to contain a spell in a ball you may absorb at your own pace. All you must do is connect with it. I apologize that my light sorcery will cause you and yours pain, but hopefully it will be well worth it.”

Drekkoril created three ivory balls and handed them to Daravius. Daravius passed two to Xakiok and Zarasha, and ignored the sting of the spell as his brain swiftly processed the language.

“Not every word translates,” Daravius murmured.

“No, it does not, but we can still understand each other well. It has always pleased me that v’airsell nioll is not a direct translation to their word mate, but never more so than today.”

At a complete loss both emotionally and verbally, Daravius frowned and wished for an immediate escape, but there was none to be had. Or at least not yet, Daravius promised himself.

 

About the Author

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

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Cover Reveal – Death (The Four Horsemen, Book 4) by Sienna Moreau

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Book Title: Death (The Four Horsemen, Book 4)

Author: Sienna Moreau

Cover Artist: Reese Dante

Release Date: March, 2023

Genres: Dark MM paranormal

Tropes: Unrequited hate, demon/horsemen, possessiveness, masochism, rough sex

Heat Rating: 4 flames

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It all began with the kiss of Death.

 

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It all began with the kiss of Death.

Abaddon, the Destroyer, right hand of Lucifer, has returned from the dead with one thing on his mind: revenge on the Horseman who kept him from taking back what is his. But spending time alone with Death has awakened something between them, resulting in an experience that he enjoys more than revenge. The natural conclusion is to keep doing it, of course. He never planned on his heart getting involved with a Horseman he can’t even touch.

Death is the fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse, arriving only when the end is near. The Apocalypse he and his brothers were summoned for this time is over, lost when they lost one of their own, but the stakes are higher now than ever before. It isn’t just Earth that’s at risk; the fate of existence now hangs in the balance, with a power-hungry God ready to unleash a new world order.

Death cannot touch another and has resigned himself to spending his existence alone, until a kiss changes everything for him. When Abaddon returns, and they pick up right where they left off, Death doesn’t fight the attraction that spirals out of control faster than they can keep up with it. Death cannot feel Abaddon’s skin against his own, but Abaddon breaks so beautifully under him anyway, taking everything that he can give and asking for more. 

Abaddon had never imagined that he would love anyone or fall so hard, so fast. Death had never imagined that he would find someone to walk beside him, someone to call his own. Time is running out for them, and if they don’t find a way to push back against the powers vying for them, all will be lost.

The last Apocalypse is coming, and no one is safe.

Death is the fourth and final book in the Four Horsemen series, filled with snark and morally questionable characters. This book is not a standalone and must be read in order.

Content warnings: religious themes, extreme violence, gore, and others.

Arachnophobia warning: There is also a dog-sized pet spider named Paul who just wants to be loved.

Death is a dark paranormal romance featuring unrequited hate, Angels, Demons, possessiveness, masochism, and blood play.

 

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Sienna Moreau is an Australian dark MM romance author who likes to let the darker side of life come out to play. If you’re looking for morally grey characters, snark, mayhem and steamy situations then you’re in the right place.

 

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Beauty and Valor (D’Vaire, Book 32) by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Beauty and Valor (D’Vaire, Book 32)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: October 20, 2022

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, overcoming obstacles

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length:  88 638 words

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

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Perfection comes in many forms, and true courage is beautiful.

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Preston Hawthorneonca-Stone is a warrior. In a fit of rage, his father changed Preston’s life on a horrible day in 1994. Now a brain injury survivor, Preston lives with his brother and their growing family. A recent addition to the Council of Sorcery and Shifters, Preston has landed his dream job of working with animals. 

Resurrected in 1995, Ridgely Walsh is dedicated to his job and the tightknit group of friends he considers family. With his penchant for honesty, Ridgely is the level-headed and sometimes hard-assed member of their little group. Ridgely doesn’t play foolish games, and he accepts people at face value.

Although Ridgely yearns for a mate, nothing prepares him for the moment he meets Preston. The beautiful jaguar-human hybrid with the big brown eyes halts Ridgely in his tracks. Ridgely rapidly discovers his true purpose is to be a good partner to his other half. Preston is equally taken with Ridgely but fears how the fallen knight will handle his imperfections. Together, they must navigate the path Fate chose for them and discover what it means to love unconditionally.

 

Excerpt 

As Preston walked to the table, Ridgely rose and immediately understood by the hitch in the hybrid’s gate that his slow speech wasn’t the only unique thing about him. Ridgely’s mind processed that information. In the Council world, they staffed hospitals and clinics with druids capable of mending nearly every malady. What they could not fix was anything in the brain and some issues in the spinal cord.

Ridgely wondered if Preston had been born with some anomaly or if he’d suffered an accident. As a human hybrid, Preston was more delicate than an average shifter, but neither that nor his physical challenges bothered Ridgely. His curiosity was genuine, but Ridgely would allow Preston to reveal his secrets in his own time. When his mate was ready, Ridgely hoped to understand what set him apart, but it was one of the many things intriguing about Preston.

With a smile, Ridgely circled the table and aided Preston into his seat. 

“I’m so glad to see you,” Ridgely told Preston. 

“I’m sorry I walk slow,” Preston replied, consternation making his brow furrow, and he locked his gaze on the shiny white plates on the table.

His lips pursed, Ridgely strode to his chair and sat. “I can’t imagine why you’re apologizing to me for how you walk. It makes no difference to me how you get to the table, just as long as you’re here.”

Preston’s dimples deepened as he lifted his head and smiled at Ridgely. “Dates are scary.”

“Right? I changed my shirt three times.”

“I picked mine out yesterday. My family helped.”

Their server appeared and took their drink orders. Ridgely went with a beer, while Preston chose a raspberry tea.

“I feel bad that I’m drinking and you’re not,” Ridgely said.

With a twist of his mouth, Preston’s thick lashes concealed his dark eyes. “I have to take some medications, and I’m not supposed to have alcohol with them.”

“I hope you don’t feel like apologizing for that too.”

Preston pulled his lips in, and humor danced in his gaze. “I was considering it.”

“Believe it or not, I figured that out. Your face is pretty expressive.”

“I know. It makes me a terrible liar.”

Ridgely chuckled. “That’s fine with me. I’m not a fan of dishonesty.”

“I don’t like it either.”

“Let’s decide what we’re ordering so we can compare notes and find more things in common.”

“Okay,” Preston said. “Have you eaten here before?”

“Once. I had steak, I think. I remember the food being delicious.”

Their drinks arrived, and they informed the server of their choices of cuisine. The server took the menus and left them alone again.

“I have a hard time remembering things,” Preston informed Ridgely quietly. His lanky frame tensed, and Ridgely’s instinct was to soothe the troubled man. “Jordan used to make me lists for my daily hygiene and other routine tasks. Without them, I’d forget to do the basics like brushing my teeth, taking my medications, putting everything I need for the day in my bag, and feeding my kittens.”

“Sounds to me like you guys approached a problem and found a workable solution.”

“You have a positive attitude. I like that about you.”

“Thank you, Dimples. I like you too. Tell me more about your job. I know you’re a big animal lover. Have you always worked at rescues?”

Preston grinned at the nickname, and Ridgely loved the joy on his beautiful face. 

“No, I couldn’t get anyone to hire me when we lived as humans. The Council has programs designed to help people like me, and that’s how I was hired at Felidaes. I worked in a restaurant prior to that. My boss was nice, but it was boring.”

“I’m glad you joined the Council, otherwise it might’ve been a long time before we met.”

“I read that humans killed the leaders of the fallen knights.”

Ridgely nodded. “They did centuries ago. I try not to be biased against anyone, but the humans I’ve interacted while I’m working haven’t treated me or my co-workers kindly.”

“It wasn’t horrible to live as humans, but it was a lie. I didn’t want to make friends because I hated being dishonest about myself. Although Jordan worked hard to ensure I had the care I needed, I had to switch doctors constantly so they wouldn’t discover I was a hybrid. I’m happy I don’t have to deal with that any longer. I have more opportunities, and it’s a relief to be myself. And we had to shift in our apartment, so my beast didn’t like that.”

Their food arrived, and Ridgely eagerly dug into his potatoes. Just as Ridgely remembered, the taste was exquisite, but not nearly as enchanting as the man across from him.

 

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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MODEL LOVE 

A SHARED WORLD COLLECTION

Welcome to the Model Love world, home of McKay’s Models–an inclusive, international modelling agency where everyone is free to be themselves. From exclusive headshots to couture catwalks, these beautiful models will turn heads wherever they go, and now it’s time for them to find their happily-ever-afters.

This shared world features seven brand new contemporary MM romances, by eight amazing authors, and launches on the 23rd September 2022. 

 

Couture Crush by Charlie Novak 

Exclusive by Ki Brightly and Meg Bawden 

Headshot by JP Sayle 

Pulling Focus by HJ Welch 

Getting Signed by Colette Davison 

Strike a Pose by Jackie North 

Denim by Design by Megs Pritchard 

Cover Artist: Sleepy Fox Studios

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

 

 

Release Day Dates

September 23

Couture Crush by Charlie Novak 

Beau Barrett is about to become Alt. Bride’s first male cover model, but what about his own fairy-tale ending?

childhood best friends to lovers, second chance, low/no angst, instalove

 

September 27

Exclusive by Ki Brightly and Meg Bawden 

Getting signed as an exclusive model for a new fashion line is a dream come true for Asa, but is there more to the rich Ruslan than meets the eye?

mafia, age gap, instalove

 

September 30

Headshot by JP Sayle 

Can Jack save his home and win the man who’s claimed his heart?

friends to lovers, age gap, hurt/comfort, saviour, make-up lover

 

October 4

Pulling Focus by HJ Welch 

From this side of the lens, everything’s fake. Especially the love.

fake boyfriend, age gap, secret debt

 

October 7

Getting Signed by Colette Davison 

Can a chance at making a dream come true give Jae something more—Xander?

best friend’s brother, friends to lovers, size difference, opposites attract, make-up lover, low angst

 

October 11

Strike a Pose by Jackie North 

Make a wish on a shooting star. Cry to the moon like the coyotes do.

found families, hurt/comfort, opposites attract, cowboy/city boy, mutual rescue

 

 October 14

Denim by Design by Megs Pritchard 

Can Stan and Milo find love, or is mixing business and pleasure too much too handle?

age gap, opposites attract, low angst, hot loving

 

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Dirty Sweet Deliveries by Ally Vance & Yolanda Olson

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Book Title: Dirty Sweet Deliveries

Author: Ally Vance & Yolanda Olson

Cover Artist: Black Widow Designs

Release Date: August 30, 2022

Genres:  M/M romance – age gap

Tropes:  Forbidden love (best friend’s father)

Themes: Enemies to lovers

Heat Rating:  4 flames      

 

Pre-Order Links

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Everyone is an enemy—even now.

 

Blurb 

Mistreated, left to run wild on the wrong side of the tracks.

Bad enough to be a boy, but not bad enough to be a man.

Threatened with losing everything, I’m forced to reevaluate.

Poor life choices, with a chance to turn things around.

Second chances are a luxury, to everyone except for me.

The day I turned seventeen, my best friend picked me up from juvie.

I have a habit of taking things that don’t belong to me.

One look at his father, and I knew… I was going to take him too.

 

About the Authors

 

Ally Vance is an International Bestselling Author who writes in the Dark Romance & Horror genres. Ally has been writing since she was a teenager, and it had been a long-time dream of hers to finally become a published author. Ally lives in Kent, in the United Kingdom, with her husband, son, and their two crazy kitties; Kian and Declan.

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Yolanda Olson is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author. Born and raised in Bridgeport, CT where she currently resides, she usually spends her time watching her favorite channel, Investigation Discovery. Occasionally, she takes a break to write books and test the limits of her mind. Also an avid horror movie fan, she likes to incorporate dark elements into the majority of her books.

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Cover Reveal – Deceiving D’Vaire (D’Vaire, Book 30) 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

Morgen was poking through his options, looking for the smallest cuts of meat, when he suddenly got an erection.

It was senseless, and Morgen was so hard, his mouth fell open in surprise. Before he could register any further response, the scent of Earl Grey tea filled his senses. Out of every type of tea he’d tasted, nothing pleased him more than Earl Grey. 

The package in his hand slipped out of his grasp, but Morgen never heard it plop onto a pile of wrapped meats. His gaze swept down the aisle, and Morgen didn’t have to wonder for long what he was searching for. The most handsome man he’d ever seen stalked toward Morgen with a smile gracing his overtly masculine features. 

Morgen’s brain screamed that the man was a shifter of some sort as he noted his impressive height and broad shoulders. His raven hair was messy but artistically cut and hung past the tops of his ears in the front and nearly to his collar in the back. High cheekbones drew Morgen’s attention to his scaly grey gaze, which told him the stranger was a dragon. 

For a moment, there was a flash of iridescence in his irises, but Morgen though that might’ve been a figment of his imagination thanks to the lack of blood flow to his brain. While he stared like a ninny, he had forgotten to breathe, and he forced oxygen into his lungs as the man came to a standstill a few feet from him. Morgen had ignored Fate for centuries, but she apparently hadn’t disregarded him. 

The Consilium taught their people that matebonds were silly and useless. However, as Morgen stared up at his other half, he knew that was bullshit. Sizzling through his veins was an undeniable connection, and Morgen wanted to embrace it fully.

“Hi, I’m Grey.”

“How did you know you smell like Earl Grey?” Morgen asked dumbly.

The grin on his face grew larger, and his lovely eyes twinkled with humor. “I didn’t, but that’s kind of incredible. My name is Greyson, though most call me Grey.”

“Oh.”

“Are you going to give me your name?”

“Bloody hell,” Morgen muttered. “Yes, of course. I’m Morgen.”

“I thought wizards were all colors on the rainbow, but your eyes are brown. Are you a type of dark wizard like the High Arcanist in the Council?”

Although Greyson appeared friendly rather than condescending, Morgen had dealt with too much nonsense about his lack of color in his life. 

“No,” Morgen stated coldly. “I’m a colorless wizard, and I no longer practice magic.”

The smile fell from Greyson’s perfect lips. “Apologies if I’ve offended you.”

“It’s a question I’m asked often, but no offense was taken.”

“Believe it or not, I understand a bit. I’ve shifted into a dragon, which makes some uncomfortable,” Greyson confided.

“Your eyes are grey. I know little about dragons, but I’d heard that grey and brown were the most common colors.”

“And so they are,” Greyson remarked. “But I’ve a strange belly that’s an iridescent whitish color. If the sunlight hits it, you can see a rainbow, though it’s paler than the ones you see in the sky. Perhaps Fate was trying to tell me I have a wizard mate.”

“I’ve always been fond of rainbows.”

Greyson reached out and, to Morgen’s shock, pushed aside the blond hair hanging over his eyebrows. 

“I thought when I first glanced at you that you had brown eyes. Now I see it’s not so simple. You have several shades of brown that radiate from your irises. They’re beautiful. It’s much like your hair, which is a lovely mix of browns and blonds.”

“Thanks. Everything about you is beautiful,” Morgen murmured as he tried to extract some level of intelligent thought from his flummoxed brain. 

Meeting his mate in a supermarket hadn’t been on his agenda, and he’d never given thought to having one at all. If he had, Morgen wouldn’t have pictured someone so handsome and pleased to see him. It shamed him that he’d given up on Fate, and Morgen dared not make that mistake again.

 

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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Cover Reveal – Poor Rich Boys by Yolanda Olson & Ally Vance

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Book Title: Poor Rich Boys

Authors: Yolanda Olson & Ally Vance

Cover Artist: Black Widow Designs

Release Date: June 30, 2022

Genres: Dark M/M Romance

Tropes: Forbidden love (step-brothers)

Themes: Enemies to lovers

Heat Rating:  3 – 4 flames

 

When love and hate collide

 

Blurb 

Ten years ago we became family.

He’s tormented me ever since.

They both have…

Our parents may have fallen in love, but there’s no love lost between us.

Even though I know he hates me, I think he hates that he wants me more than anything else.

And what he doesn’t know, is that I think I want him too.

 

 

About the Authors

Yolanda Olson is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author. Born and raised in Bridgeport, CT where she currently resides, she usually spends her time watching her favorite channel, Investigation Discovery. Occasionally, she takes a break to write books and test the limits of her mind. Also an avid horror movie fan, she likes to incorporate dark elements into the majority of her books.

 

Ally Vance is an International Bestselling Author who writes in the Dark Romance & Horror genres. Ally has been writing since she was a teenager, and it had been a long-time dream of hers to finally become a published author. Ally lives in Kent, in the United Kingdom, with her husband, son, and their two crazy kitties; Kian and Declan.

 

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Cover Reveal – Jamison: A Maxim Novel by A.N. Waugh

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Book Title: Jamison: A Maxim Novel

Author: A.N. Waugh

Cover Artist: Midnight Designs

Release Date: June 7, 2022

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

Trope/s: Friends to lovers, second chance romance, rockstar

Heat Rating:  4 flames

Length: approx 45 000 words

It is book one in a new series. It does not end on a cliffhanger for the couple, but there are some unresolved conflicts that will reappear later in the series.

Goodreads

 

Pre-Order Links

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Blurb 

Vance
Jamison Black. Lead singer for the band Maxim, and my first love. He broke my heart to follow his dream. Now, six years after the heartbreak, he is my job. I’ve worked hard for this internship and to get close to him again, but it doesn’t take long to realize we can’t be anything more than friends. Not when Maxim is so close to the success they’ve been chasing all this time.

Jamison
I never knew how much I missed Vance Martin until I saw him in the last place I expected. He is my heart. Always has been, always will be. I’m his client, and he’s determined to keep me in the friend zone. A place I refuse to stay. I might have left my heart behind six years ago, but I won’t let him go again.


Jamison is the first book in the Maxim series. A MM Rockstar, best friends to lovers, second chance romance with two stubborn main characters, a too observant, witty and flamboyant interfering coworker, entertaining bandmates and friends, and a fake girlfriend who has forgotten her love isn’t real.

 

Excerpt 

“Your music has garnered you a growing fan club, and I think you’re on the verge of hitting it big.” Lance Macallister, owner of Twisted Records, always starts these meetings the same: compliments on our music—because let’s face it, we’re good—followed by a reprimand for our behavior. Or, more accurately, Alex’s behavior.

“But?” I ask, prompting the reaming we’re all here for.

“But,”—he meets each of our stares—“we have to do something about the band’s image if you want to go any further in your careers. Ronnie spotted your talent that night six years ago, but talent only gets you so far.”

Ronnie offers me a polite smile. The man has been our manager since we won a battle of the bands contest in some hole in the wall bar, but he lacks any of the aggressiveness needed to keep a band of young twenty-somethings in line. Especially as he’s not that much older than us.

“What do you need us to do? I thought me dating Marcy was enough to eclipse any bad publicity coming our way.” The last time our lead guitarist, Alexander Gregory, pulled a stunt that got us called into this conference room, he’d trashed a hotel room and punched a bellhop. Macallister’s solution was to throw the popular up-and-coming actress, Marcy Dixon, at me. By redirecting the attention to my relationship with the popular starlet—no matter how fake it is—Macallister had kept Alex’s destructive behavior from the press. I’d do anything for Maxim, and it’s not as though pretending to date Marcy is a hardship. She’s gorgeous, and the sex is good. Our relationship may be fake, but I’m still a man with needs. Marcy understands that it’s all for show with a little fun on the side to ease the tension once in a while.

“It is. For now. But you’re gaining in popularity with your new single, ‘For Tonight’. It won’t be long until your faces are all over the entertainment rags. And when that happens, they’ll show the bad alongside the good.” Jude Thomas, Macallister’s friend and business partner, glares at us like the heathens he likely considers us. The man hasn’t had a smile for us since we met. Ronnie assures me he likes us, but that’s hard to believe when all he does is look down his nose at us and glare before rushing from the room after each meeting.

“Jude is right. We need to keep ahead of any potential disasters,” Macallister says. Meaning we needed to get Alex to fall in line before we lose the label any money. “I’ve hired a PR team specifically for Maxim. They’ll be here in two days for introductions before you leave for tour.”

“Tour?” Anderson—Anders—Cartwright, our keyboardist, asks.

“Yes. You’ll be opening for Tainted as they tour the country. I’ve also taken the liberty of hiring a stylist. He’ll be heading on tour with you and the PR team.”

I look at my bandmates to gauge their reactions to the news. Alex looks pissed. What else is new? Anders looks indifferent, ready to go with the flow of whatever we decide to do. Thierry Lachlan, Maxim’s drummer, and Rierdan Hughes, bassist, are both looking to me, concern for the band’s future clear on their faces.

“I’m sorry, okay.” Alex grits out the words between clenched teeth.

“You’re always sorry, Mr. Gregory,” Jude throws back at him, his tone clearly saying he doesn’t believe Alex deserves another chance.

“Which is why you will be required to attend anger management sessions. Since we can’t postpone the tour, they will be held virtually and to ensure you follow through, we have assigned a member of the PR team to attend alongside you.” Macallister gathers the papers sitting on the table in front of him. “I’ll see you in two days, gentlemen. Try not to get into any trouble before then.”

Jude hightails it from the conference room while McAllister and Ronnie leisurely take their leave. No one says a word until the door closes behind them.

“Fuck! Alex, you need to tame whatever the hell issues you have.” Thierry shoves a hand into his dark blond mane, gripping the roots and dislodging the hair tie holding his bun in place.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but Thierry’s right. If you don’t get yourself under control, Maxim will suffer for it.” Even Anders, the usually carefree, go with the flow guy, is noticeably frustrated with our guitarist.

“I think this anger management Macallister has planned will be good for you, Alex,” I tell him, and I mean it. He’s always been the angriest of our group, but the past few years have seen him move into a wave of hostility I can only describe as self-hatred.

Alex grunts his disapproval but doesn’t argue. He wants Maxim to be successful as much as the rest of us. After six years, we’re finally getting a chance to prove we’re worthy of all Twisted Records has put in to get us here.

Rierdan slams his palm down on the table, jerking my attention to the smile stretching his face. “We’re going on tour. Maxim is going to be headlining for fucking Tainted!”

 

About the Author 

A.N. Waugh is an author of MM/MMM+ romances, a pansexual mess, and a firm believer that love is love.

 

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The Fractured Fallen (D’Vaire, Book 29) by Jessamyn Kingley

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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.

Goodreads Series Link

 

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

Toby was staring aimlessly when there was a distant ding of an elevator. To his shock, his dick went rock hard, and the thick, pungent smell of honeysuckle filled his nose. His head whipped to the right, and he saw that a brown-haired man who was probably three or four inches over six feet was stalking toward him. 

As the fallen knight moved closer, Toby admired his broad shoulders and the sexy smile on his handsome face. Within a few feet of Toby, the man’s grin grew broader, lighting up his hazel eyes. He was Toby’s mate, and Toby was elated, but frightened.

“Hi, I’m Gentry,” he said as he stopped next to Toby.

“I’m Toby.”

“I’ve always been excited about attending the retreat, but I had no idea I’d meet my mate here,” Gentry remarked.

Toby loved the light smattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks. “It’s my first one.”

“You’ll love it. I’ll help make sure of that. The line’s moving,” Gentry remarked as he snatched Toby’s suitcase from him, flustering the fallen knight who was so unused to being noticed as anything more than a disaster.

“I feel like I’ve been standing here forever.”

Gentry leaned close, and Toby closed his eyes to better enjoy the honey and citrus scent of his gift from Fate. 

“I got here super early so I could avoid this line,” Gentry explained.

“I’ll have to remember that in the future.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.”

The confidence in his voice relaxed Toby, and he grinned at Gentry. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“We need to exchange numbers and coordinate our schedules for the week.”

“I guess you’re okay with the fact that Fate picked us to be together.”

With a nod, Gentry winked at him. 

“You’re gorgeous, and I’ve always wanted a fallen knight for a mate. You get my job. We already have a ton in common even though we just met. But I want to learn everything about you. And I do mean everything.”

Although Toby had little sexual experience, Gentry’s flirting was obvious enough that he couldn’t miss his interest. 

“I’d like to tell you everything,” Toby commented softly. 

Forcing himself to look away from the pretty hazel eyes, Toby was somehow unsurprised by the twenty-three in roman numerals on Gentry’s shirt. It figured that he’d be paired with a possibly ancient and clearly remarkable fallen knight. His fear intensified, but Toby trusted Fate. 

“You’re frowning. You okay?” Gentry asked.

“Yeah, I’m not a fan of lines,” Toby lied.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you registered and settled upstairs.”

There was something about the way Gentry had swooped right in and inserted himself into Toby’s world that appealed to him. 

“You’re a protective person, aren’t you?” Toby asked.

“I do like to feed my friends and help them with whatever they need.”

Toby shuffled forward again as the line picked up a little speed and tried to handle the wealth of emotions racing through him. It was imperative that Toby set aside his issues and focus on how lucky he was. Not only was Gentry handsome, but he was also clearly interested. His smile didn’t falter, and although they knew nothing about each other, Gentry’s presence soothed. 

“That’s good. I can’t cook.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you get to eat like a king. You’ll have to tell me all your favorites.”

“I’ve discovered that there isn’t much I don’t like, but I love a good steak.”

“Fate matched us perfectly. I can grill you one to perfection,” Gentry said.

“Next,” Venerable Knight Roman Calixtus called. 

Toby was so lost in staring at Gentry that he hadn’t realized it was his turn. He fumbled to drag his identification card out of his pocket, and Toby handed it over to Roman, who greeted him warmly and asked if he required a key to a room in the hotel.

Gentry leaned close again. “You can share my room if you want.”

Everything was happening quickly, but Toby was ready to dive into their relationship . Fate had given him a gift, and Gentry was supposed to be his perfect match. 

Toby grinned. “I’d like that.”

“Are you a bathroom hogger?” Gentry asked.

The Venerable Knight registering Toby looked away from his computer screen to study the pair when Toby announced he didn’t need a hotel key.

“I don’t think so. I pretty much limit my use to regular maintenance,” Toby assured Gentry.

“You two are going to share a room?” Roman asked.

“We just met, but Toby is my mate,” Gentry stated loudly. 

Toby loved the confidence in his voice and latched onto it as a sign that his fear was unnecessary.

Roman smiled. “Congratulations. That’s wonderful.”

“Thanks,” Toby and Gentry said together, which made them both laugh.

 

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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Cover Reveal – Venerably Daray (D’Vaire, Book 28) by Jessamyn Kingley

COVER REVEAL

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

Author: Jessamyn Kingley

Publisher: Independently Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: March 31, 2022

Genres: MM Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Trope: Fated mates

Themes: Love

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length: 95 441 words

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

Goodreads Series Link

 

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

 

Blurb

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

Having been recently resurrected, Samson is desperate to prove his worth as a fallen knight. The trouble is, Samson is part of a ground-breaking experiment—and the new spell is flawed. Or perhaps it is the man himself that has issues. While Samson struggles to understand his purpose, he learns that Brynnius is the other half of his soul.

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

 

Excerpt 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Skeleton Lord.”

“See ya later, Brynn,” Arvandus remarked. 

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

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

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

 

 

About the Author 

 

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

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

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