Blaze of Eternity (D’Vaire, Book 39) by Jessamyn Kingley #kindleunlimited

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Book Title: Blaze of Eternity (D’Vaire, Book 39)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: September 28, 2023

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, overcoming obstacles

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length:  107 000 words

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Mates are forever, but sometimes the road to eternal love is far from easy.

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Masse is a mage of earth, but he was born with a special gift. Thankfully, a nomadic tribe of men stumbled upon him in his youth and recognized it. The men rescued him from his isolated village, and since Masse was three he has worked diligently to embrace his unique skills. Now twenty, Masse tries to be perfect but often winds up punished for breaking their strict rules and testing his limits. 

At birth, Fate slapped a phoenix on the arm of Jarl Kolsten Eldrvalkyria, making him the first leader of his people chosen divinely. Surrounded by family and friends, Kolsten loves his life and does everything to aid the exceptional phoenixes in his village. A lover of books and long walks, he wanders through the woods one day and meets his mate.

Kolsten and Masse come from two different worlds, and their beliefs differ vastly. Unable to deny his attraction to Kolsten, Masse is fearful of building a bond with him. Masse must decide between his destiny and his heart. But before they can have the eternity Fate chose for them, Kolsten and Masse learn no road is without peril. And even the best laid plans cannot account for the twists and turns of life itself.

Excerpt 

The chilly air slapped him in the face, and Masse smiled as he lifted his head to catch a snowflake on his tongue.

“I have decided I love winter,” Masse said.

“It becomes you,” Kolsten remarked softly, then scooped Masse into his arms and ran to their longhouse.

Masse laughed uproariously and dutifully pushed the door open to allow them entry. As ever, the fire was a welcome respite from the cold, but the home was not nearly as warm as the hall filled with bodies. That did not matter to Masse. The second his feet hit the floor, Masse peeled off his cloak, carefully set the sharp axe on the table where they took their meals, and shoved off his boots. 

“I was worried you would object to leaving the curtains open so I could see your body by the light of the fire, but my concerns seem to have been for naught,” Kolsten mused as Masse stripped and refused to feel anything but desire and love as he removed his clothing.

“Is it wrong to act with such freedom with one’s mate?” Masse asked, his cock hardening as Kolsten sat to remove his footwear after hanging up his cloak.

“No, but I would rather you not be chilled either,” Kolsten replied with a small smile.

“Since you are moving so slow, I will await you beneath the covers.”

Kolsten chuckled as Masse rushed to their bed and burrowed beneath the sheet. The phoenix shifter warmed Masse’s blood with his fair visage and tempting mouth, but even the Jarl of Eldrvalkyria was no match for the bite of a winter night. Masse waited impatiently until Kolsten strode over with his thick member half hard.

Luxuriating in the feel of his skin against Kolsten’s as his mate pulled him into his arms, Masse pointed to a thick pouch. 

“One of the villagers gave me a special oil scented with blooms as a gift this morn. She mentioned it would be lovely to use when your phoenix bit me instead of using common oil. I was not sure what use she intended it for, but we cannot stray from your traditions.”

“Sex is not something we shy away from discussing in our village. We allow none to enter a matebond unaware of how two people may please one another, no matter how they are fashioned,” Kolsten told him softly with a kiss to Masse’s nose. “Oil is used to allow one man to take another.”

“You spoke of putting your member inside me, yet we have not done so. Is that what you mean?”

Kolsten’s hand moved down to cup Masse’s arse. A shiver and a gasp escaped Masse as Kolsten’s fingertip grazed his hole. 

“The oil is used here, my Masse. With my fingers I would stretch this tight skin until it is ready to welcome my cock. Then I would thrust deep inside you and spill my seed. Or if you had an interest, you could prepare me in that way and make love to me in that fashion.”

There was something in the way Kolsten said those words that had Masse tilting his head to study his other half. “You are less than enthusiastic about being the one penetrated.”

“It is not something I have done before. I was not inclined to try it, but things are different with you. We are mates, and I would fulfill your every dream.”

“You have taken other men this way?”

“Masse, I do not wish to discuss it.”

Strangely delighted with the irritation in Kolsten’s voice, Masse grinned. “But what if it were my dream to know the names of your lovers? You do not wish to break tradition and deprive me of anything, do you?”

Kolsten narrowed his eyes. “Would you prefer to roll over and pleasure yourself while I took a well-earned rest?”

“Your phoenix would not grant you the mercy of sleep,” Masse retorted and brushed their lips together. “I will not ask about your previous lovers, but I do wish to be taken fully. You inside me, spilling your seed. That is my dream this night.”

“I must ask if you are sure.”

Instead of a sweet kiss, Masse slipped his tongue deep into Kolsten’s mouth and did not stop tasting him until they were both fully erect. Masse wiggled against Kolsten to ensure his mate felt the proof of his desire. “Kole, this is what I want.”

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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The Earl’s Awakening by Joy Lynn Fielding #giveaway

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Book Title: The Earl’s Awakening

Author: Joy Lynn Fielding

Publisher: Extasy Books

Cover Artist: Martine Jardin

Release Date:  September 8, 2023

Genre: Regency M/M romance

Tropes: Rake/bad boy romance

Themes: Learning to live, self-discovery.

Heat Rating: 5 flames    

Length: 55 000 words/ 198 pages

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

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One glance, and his past life was history.

Blurb

Leander Talbot’s life changed forever when his wife died. He is now reluctantly venturing back into society, knowing that, as the Earl of Ockley, he must marry again to produce an heir. But he can’t bring himself to the sticking point. Instead, he spends his time evading the matchmaking mamas of the ton.

The dark and dangerous Duke of Arden is an infamous libertine. It is said that he seduces innocents, and there are even more sinister tales whispered of his predilections. Only the wild young blades who form his retinue know the truth, but he is shunned by all save those wishing to court notoriety.

A chance meeting brings Leander into Arden’s orbit. Ignoring the warnings about Arden’s intentions, Leander is drawn into a seductive world of sexual indulgence. There, he finds the freedom he craves from his overbearing family. By the time he suspects Arden might have ulterior motives, it may be too late to save his reputation—and his heart.

Excerpt 

Leander sighed slightly. He had immersed himself in work and duty since Bella’s death, but it was only now he understood how removed from his contemporaries he had become. Most faces here were unfamiliar to him. Take the character in the corner—a dark complexion, his dress rich but careless in a way that proclaimed he cared little for the opinion of society. Leander was certain he had never set eyes on him, though the deference with which his circle of friends was treating him indicated that he was a man of some standing. He took the opportunity to ask the servant who brought him a glass of champagne.

“His Grace the Duke of Arden, my lord,” the man informed him.

The name was one with which Leander was familiar. It was a name with which all of London and some of the more enlightened provinces were familiar. Arden represented all that was decadent in the ton, his philandering ways extending far beyond opera dancers and actresses to ladies of quality. And it was not only widows or liaisons with married ladies, for it was said of him that he had ruined more than one young maiden. The number of duels that he had fought and won, the drunken orgies at which he presided, and his losses and gains at the gaming table had all assumed the proportions of legend. There were still darker things whispered about him. Only the coterie of wild young blades who formed his retinue knew the truth of these, but the intimations were there, and Arden remained unrecognised by all save those wishing to court notoriety.

Leander became aware that Arden was returning his gaze, his heavy-lidded eyes holding what appeared to be a gleam of amusement. As Leander watched, Arden raised his glass in a mocking salute before putting it to his lips and tossing back the contents. 

Perhaps it was the champagne, perhaps it was the shock of realising that his acquaintances now viewed him as a prig. Whatever the reason, some demon prompted Leander to his feet. In defiance of all proper behaviour, he crossed the room to Arden and introduced himself.

Those dark eyebrows raised briefly, a noble head was inclined, and one of the young men clustered around Arden was moving from his seat, offering it to Leander. 

“So you’re Ockley.” The duke’s aristocratic fingers curved elegantly around the stem of his glass and his dark eyes surveyed Leander as he sat. “I didn't think this to be your sort of place. I'd thought you more of a White's man.”

The provocation was there. It was well known that Arden had been pre-emptively blackballed by the respectable club lest any member lose their faculties and propose him for membership. 

“Indeed?” Leander said stiffly, his somewhat lamentable temper aroused by Arden’s dismissal of him as a priggish bore. “And I thought you a legend, sir. A cautionary tale used by protective parents to keep young cubs in line.”

Reaction rippled through the assembled ranks, but Leander’s gaze was on Arden's face. A smile touched his lips as he looked at Leander. “A palpable hit, Ockley,” he murmured. His voice was rich and soft, with a hint of steel that intrigued Leander.

“Lea.” Henry's voice broke in. He was not precisely floored, but he was foxed enough to ignore all dictates of manners as he tugged insistently at his brother's arm. Knowing that if he resisted, Henry would only become more forceful, Leander allowed himself to be raised to his feet. His brother had been the same since nursery days—when he wanted something, he wanted it now, and it was usually attention he craved. Leander directed a small bow towards Arden, whose smile had widened at the spectacle Henry was making of them both, before following his brother's urgent strictures to leave immediately.

About the Author 

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

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

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Book 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?

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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.”

About the Author

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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Blaze of Eternity (D’Vaire, Book 39) by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Blaze of Eternity (D’Vaire, Book 39)

Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: September 28, 2023

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, overcoming obstacles

Heat Rating:  3 flames

Length:  107 000 words

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Mates are forever, but sometimes the road to eternal love is far from easy.

Blurb

Masse is a mage of earth, but he was born with a special gift. Thankfully, a nomadic tribe of men stumbled upon him in his youth and recognized it. The men rescued him from his isolated village, and since Masse was three he has worked diligently to embrace his unique skills. Now twenty, Masse tries to be perfect but often winds up punished for breaking their strict rules and testing his limits. 

At birth, Fate slapped a phoenix on the arm of Jarl Kolsten Eldrvalkyria, making him the first leader of his people chosen divinely. Surrounded by family and friends, Kolsten loves his life and does everything to aid the exceptional phoenixes in his village. A lover of books and long walks, he wanders through the woods one day and meets his mate.

Kolsten and Masse come from two different worlds, and their beliefs differ vastly. Unable to deny his attraction to Kolsten, Masse is fearful of building a bond with him. Masse must decide between his destiny and his heart. But before they can have the eternity Fate chose for them, Kolsten and Masse learn no road is without peril. And even the best laid plans cannot account for the twists and turns of life itself.

Excerpt

It was the first time Masse could recall traveling to the Kingdom of Sweden, and he wanted to explore to find out how it differed from the other places he’d visited. Winter had not yet wrapped everything in her blanket, but the chilly breeze warned him it was but weeks away. The sky was a brilliant blue, and the lush green ground stretched on forever. A copse of trees beckoned to Masse from just beyond the small pond that had lured his people to choose their campsite.

As Masse moved closer to it, strange sensations swept through him. The first was a distinct scent of smoke and fire. Worried that something horrible was afoot, Masse hastened his steps but halted when his member came to attention. Although Masse had, in the past, broken the rules and snuck off to bring himself to a quick release, that was a secret he’d keep until the last breath left his lungs. Why would his body choose now to get an erection?

A tall blond man emerged from the woods. His hair brushed his shoulders, but part of it was tied back, presumably to keep it from settling in his stunning face. The stranger had a strong jaw and broad shoulders, and as he moved closer, Masse noted his eyes rivaled the sky with their azure beauty. His mouth beckoned to Masse. 

“Hello there,” the man said as he stalked toward Masse with a grin that weakened the former sorcerer’s knees.

“I must go,” Masse whispered, the hardness of his prick lessening. The comfort he found near this unknown man frightened him. Already Masse had broken the rule against communicating with outsiders, and he wondered why he so abhorred obeying the men he respected.

The blond lifted his chin, and his smile dimmed, but he didn’t stop walking until he was less than a foot from Masse. “I should like to introduce myself to my mate first.”

“Mate? But Fate is a delusion for fools,” Masse said. Since Masse had already spoken, it couldn’t hurt to correct the stranger’s misguided thoughts. “Man must discover his purpose on his own and not fall prey to fantasies.”

“I beg your pardon, but my people embrace Fate fully. The goddess chose me to rule them, and I assure you I am rooted fully in reality. I would argue that only a fool would dismiss such a powerful goddess.”

“Have you any proof of her existence?” Masse asked weakly as he wondered why he felt such comfort near the stranger. 

“Aye, for I have the blood of a beast in my veins, and she slapped a phoenix on my arm to assure everyone she wishes for me to lead.”

“A beast?” Curiosity was constantly a downfall for Masse, and his brain demanded he learn everything he could about the phoenix-man. It was not the first he’d heard of the shapeshifters, but he had never spoken to one or anyone who wasn’t part of his own people. 

“You are no human,” the man said. “I have met a human or two. You are not a shifter like me, but what is in your soul?” His eyes narrowed. “I detect something fair strange too. My beast does not like it. It is most odd. I fear it may weaken him.”

“I was a mage. One of earth. But I have a gift. Someday I will become a true Pallidus Anima, and my presence will allow no sorcerer to gain more power than is intended,” Masse boasted, proud of his people.

“Ah, but who decides what is intended if not Fate?”

“I do not know why I am speaking to you.”

“Likely because you feel the pull of our matebond despite how teachings have warped your perception of Fate.”

Masse gasped. “You are far too assured of yourself.”

“As Fate intended. Tell me your name, mage of earth.”

“I do not think that is wise.” It was assuredly not, but Masse yearned to gain knowledge of the blond beast-man.

“I am Kolsten. Jarl of the Eldrvalkyria. We are phoenixes with the blood of the Valkyrie.”

“Masse. Mass-ie less you struggle with the pronunciation.”

“Is Masse short for anything?”

Masse shook his head. “It is the only name I have known. I was an orphan until my gift was discovered, so if I have another, longer name, it was lost when I left the earth mages.”

“I should like to learn more about this gift.”

“It is forbidden for me to tell you anything of the Pallidus Anima,” Masse said, belatedly recalling that he’d already told the stranger things about his people that weren’t allowed. As if a lowly apprentice talking to Kolsten wasn’t awful enough, Masse had alerted an entire population where to find the Pallidus Anima. Was Masse’s runaway tongue destined to be the downfall of his people?

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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Roustabout: A Carnival of Mysteries book by Morgan Brice #giveaway

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Book Title: Roustabout: A Carnival of Mysteries book

Author: Morgan Brice

Publisher:  Darkwind Press

Cover Artist: Dianne Thies

Release Date:  August 23, 2023

Genre: Paranormal MM romance

Tropes: adversaries-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, forced proximity, rogue with a heart of gold, secret agent/con man, redemption arc

Themes: overcoming the past, settling old wrongs, second chances

Length:  230 pages 

Heat Rating: 4 flames

It is a standalone book, but also part of the shared-world, multi-author Carnival of Mysteries series and is connected to Morgan's Kings of the Mountain series. 

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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A con man and a government agent walk into a carnival…

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Bartlett Gibson is a necromancer and an agent for the Tennessee Bureau of Supernatural Investigation. He’s hot on the trail of RJ Tucker, a psychic con man who has eluded him at every turn and led him on a merry chase. Pursuit leads to grudging respect in their game of cat and mouse, which becomes a high-stakes game of seduction. Bart chases RJ to the Carnival of Mysteries and realizes that nothing is as it seems. A dark witch’s curse ups the ante, creating a deadline for revenge and redemption, and the clock is ticking.

Falling in love breaks all the rules. Can Bart and RJ stop the witch, break the curse, and find a way around RJ’s spot on the “most wanted” list before time runs out?

Roustabout is a fast-paced MM paranormal romance filled with supernatural suspense, snarky humor, crafty carnival workers, sarcastic ghosts, midway magic, hurt/comfort angst, adversaries-to-lovers tension, and a very happy ending!

Part of the multi-author, shared-world Carnival of Mysteries series. Can be read as a stand-alone.

Excerpt 

But first, reckless as it might be, RJ had a date.

He knew he was fussing too much over his hair—manicuring his stubble and manscaping— but it had been a long time since there’d been anyone to notice, and he was going to make the most of it.

RJ wore his best shirt, a russet one that complemented his hair and warmed his pale complexion. Together with a new pair of jeans and a pair of Timberlands that were a rare splurge, he knew he cleaned up well.

He drove to Rosco’s Barbecue and parked, then realized his palms were sweating as he gripped the steering wheel.

It’s just dinner, he told himself. But nobody had ever made him feel like Bart did.

He grew up fast on the circuit surrounded by roustabouts and wranglers who didn’t follow convention and largely lived outside the restrictions of polite society. RJ had plenty of boyfriends and lovers over the years. Those in the carnival life rarely expected permanence, and relationships seldom lasted more than a season.

Moving from place to place had been a necessary distraction in those years. He hadn’t wanted more than temporary connections since he still mourned the people he had loved and lost. The dream of vengeance had sustained him, and for a long time, that was enough.

But now, with the end of his quest in sight, RJ found himself wanting more. Maybe he could never tell a partner everything about his old life and the recompense he had dealt out, but perhaps he didn’t need to live in self-imposed solitude.

 After all, people in WITSEC get married. This isn’t too much different.

 God, I’ve got the cart before the horse. We haven’t even fucked properly, and I’m picking out china patterns. It’s just dinner. And maybe a blow job if I play my cards right.

He went inside and looked for Bart. When he didn’t see the tall man waiting, his stomach tightened, fearing he had been stood up.

Bart came in a moment later, looking harried. “Sorry. Work ran over. Have you been here long?” He looked like he really cared whether RJ had been worried.

RJ relaxed and gave a broad smile. “Just got here myself.” His stomach growled. “It smells so good in here, and I’m starving.”

They followed the hostess to a table. RJ saw Bart slip her a twenty to get a spot out of the thick of the fray. Rosco’s did a booming business, with food that deserved the buzz.

“Did you have a good day?” Bart asked after they had ordered. RJ thought it was charming that Bart seemed flustered.

 Maybe he’s as out of practice as I am.

About the Author  

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

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

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

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

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Book Title: Footwork

Author: TA Moore

Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press

Cover Artist: Tammy Moore

Release Date:  September 10, 2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: First Love, Second Chance, Bad Boy, Grumpy One and Sunshine One

Themes: Forgiveness, second chances, family, redemption

Length: 57 000 words/ 90 pages

Heat Rating:  3 flames

It is a standalone book set in the same world/town as the Dirty Deeds series

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When your ex-boyfriend finally has the life he always wanted, it would take a real asshole to interfere with that…but not like Bode’s ever said he’s not an asshole.

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Bode Harlan has never claimed to be a good guy, but he’s trying to keep his nose clean and his head down these days.

After a year in prison for assault--and to be fair, he did it--he isn’t looking to go back. Admittedly, his pretty face being the star attraction in an illegal underground fighting ring seems to run counter to that goal, but he’s gotta pay the bills and there ain’t much else he’s good at.

And it keeps his parole officer off his back…since she runs the place.

Then his mom skips town and her boyfriend kicks Bode’s 14 year old brother out on the street. Bode grew up in and out of foster care, he doesn’t want that for Danny. It’s not like he can take the kid in, though. He’s an ex-con who gets beat up twice a month for money. That’s how he ends up on his good-natured ex-boyfriend’s doorstep. Sonny is a soft touch. At least he always was for Bode. All he wants is somewhere to crash for a couple of nights, nothing more. Sonny’s got his life together now--a home, a boyfriend, even a dog--and it would take a real asshole to want to blow that up.

…of course, Bode’s never said he wasn’t an asshole.

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SONNY SLAMMED THE door. Or tried to. Before it closed, Bode shoved his boot into the gap, and the heavy wood bounced off leather and bone. 

Bode winced and had the balls to look put out. The cooking show Sonny had been halfway through rattled on in the background. It wasn’t the soundtrack that Sonny had imagined for his first reunion with his sort-of ex. That had either been Driver’s License or Bad Guy, depending on his mood.

“Why do you assume I want something?” Bode asked. His hair was shorter than it used to be—making it look darker, more red than ginger—and a bruise had just started to bloom around one of his eyes. At some point, Sonny knew it would fade down to a marshy green that nearly matched Bode’s eyes. He’d seen that happen before.

Back when Bode’s bruises had been Sonny’s business. That had been a while ago.

“Why else would you be here?” Sonny asked. He could hear it in his voice—the dredged-up hurt, the once-broken heart—but he doubted Bode would notice. It wasn’t the sort of thing he cared about. Other people and how what he did affected them were not Bode’s area of expertise. Sonny checked the time. “At nearly midnight.”

Bode shrugged, one-sided and laconic. “Maybe I wanted to tell you I’m out.”

“You’ve been out for three months,” Sonny said. 

“Keeping tabs?” Bode asked with a slow, smug smile. It probably hurt as it creased along the edges of the bruise, but he didn’t let that stop him. “I didn’t know you still cared.”

“I don’t,” Sonny said. It wasn’t true. He cared, but that didn’t have to mean anything. It didn’t mean anything. “Just pointing out you’ve had plenty of time to drop by, yet this is the first time I’ve seen you. What happened? We keep missing each other?”

“You always got up too early for me.”

Sonny was surprised at how angry that made him. He wasn’t stupid. Bode knew that. So why stick to his stupid lie when they both knew Bode wouldn’t cross the street to see Sonny, not unless he had an ulterior motive. His temper felt like a head cold, the pressure of it at the back of his eyes. Usually it took him a long, grudging time to get mad about something, but Bode had been an asshole for years, so that pump was about ready to blow.

Except Sonny didn’t like it when he lost his temper. He didn’t like being out of control. It never ended well. He bit the inside of his cheek, a knot of old scar tissue from the habit gritty between his teeth, and throttled the hot emotion back. 

“Right, well,” he said. “Whatever. If that was the only reason you’re here, job done. Now I know. I’m glad for you.”

He opened the door. Bode had the balls to look smug, as if he’d known that Sonny would come round. More fool him. Sonny braced his hands flat against Bode’s chest and gave him a shove that made him stagger backward.

“You can still fuck off,” Sonny repeated and slammed the door.

He turned around and leaned back against the door while he waited. On the TV screen, a woman in a white chef’s coat was trying to do something to a side of beef with a coat hanger. The dog had taken the opportunity to crawl up onto the couch and bury her head under a cushion, as if there was no way Sonny would see her whole ass sticking out.

Five.

Four.

Three.

The idea that he might have gotten it wrong—that Bode might have actually fucked off—had just started to nibble at the back of Sonny’s mind. He hated—really, honestly hated—that it would bother him if Bode had. 

It wasn’t that he deluded himself that Bode couldn’t leave things unsaid with him—that was how Bode preferred to leave things. It was just that they’d known each other since they were kids, and Bode didn’t easily give up on anything he wanted. It would be weird if that changed now. No, the reason Bode was here was because he wanted something.

And two…

“I need somewhere to crash,” Bode said through the door. “Just for a couple of nights, until I sort something out.”

About the Author

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

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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

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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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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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