One Year Anniversary Celebration and Free Read - Soho Knights - Oliver Takely

ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION and FREE READ

The Soho Knights Series by Oliver Takely

Welcome to the Soho Knights series, where friendship and love intertwine in the heart of London. Meet Charlie, Langdon, Paolo, Gregory, and Jason, five best friends who became brothers during their university days, each carrying their own scars and dreams.

Now, six years later, they share an incredible flat in vibrant Soho, but one thing still eludes them: their true loves and HEA. Each book in the series follows one of these remarkable men on his journey to find love, while their unbreakable bond of friendship remains the cornerstone of their lives. Join them as they discover that while love may be complicated, true friendship is forever.

All the books can be read as standalone, but book five crosses the timeline with the others, so that is best read after the others, but can still be enjoyed by itself.

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

Themes: Found family

Tense/POV: third person, alternating POV

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 4 flames  

Publisher: MM Romance Press

Cover Artist: Emily’s World of Design 

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BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1 - Free from September 22 - 26

Book Title: Perfect Night

Length: 65 000 words

Release Date: September 23, 2024

Tropes: Age gap, long distance, billionaire/hustler, instalove

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The gay version of Pretty Woman you’ve all been waiting for.

Blurb 

In the vibrant streets of London, Charlie is struggling to make ends meet. To afford his mother’s care facility, he’s taken on a risky side job that forces him to sell his body. Life is tough, but Charlie remains resilient, finding solace in the camaraderie of his four best friends.

When a chance encounter brings him face-to-face with Sebastian, a wealthy businessman from New York fifteen years his senior, their connection ignites a passion that neither can ignore. After a perfect night together, they are drawn back into each other’s lives, their chemistry undeniable.

But as they navigate their growing feelings, Charlie’s desire for independence clashes with Sebastian’s longing for someone to nurture and care for. Just as they begin to explore their connection, Charlie’s life implodes, and Sebastian's past trauma resurfaces, threatening to tear them apart.

Can they find a way to overcome the dangers from their pasts and embrace the love that’s blossoming between them, or will their tumultuous histories destroy their chance at happiness? Perfect Night is a gripping tale of love, desire, and the high stakes of opening your heart.

BOOK 2

Book Title: Dangerous Attraction

Length: 60 000 words

Release Date: November 20, 2024

Tropes: Bisexual rep, second chances, workplace romance, stalker

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What if Fatal Attraction was gay, and Glenn Close was played by a sassy twink?

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In the dark streets of Soho, London, where the nightlife pulses with energy and hidden dangers, Langdon is striving to carve out a life of his own. Having endured a tough childhood, marked by a mother who never valued him, he has found solace in the company of his four best friends, who feel like brothers. Although he thrives working in a bar, Langdon is haunted by his past, feeling like a dirty secret to the men he dates.

When Eric's world crumbles after a disastrous wedding, he loses both his home and job, forcing him to seek refuge with his brother. It’s here that he encounters Langdon, and an undeniable connection sparks between them. As their chemistry ignites, they begin to explore a love that feels both thrilling and terrifying.

But their growing bond faces a sinister threat. Someone is determined to tear them apart, willing to go to any lengths, including violence, to ensure they never find happiness together. As Langdon and Eric navigate the complexities of their relationship and confront the demons of their pasts, they must also fight to protect one another from a force that seeks to destroy them.

In “Dangerous Attraction,” love becomes a battleground where trust is tested, and survival is at stake. Will Langdon and Eric find the strength to overcome the shadows that haunt them, or will they pay the ultimate price for their desire to be together?

BOOK 3

Book Title: Stolen Dream

Length: 60 000 words

Release Date: March 5, 2025

Tropes: First love, forbidden love, second chance, demisexual rep

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 In a world that tried to change them, love becomes their greatest rebellion

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At just eighteen, Paolo and Max meet at a conversion therapy camp. Abandoned by their families. left to endure literal hell on earth, their love is forbidden. Their secret romance grows and as they make plans to escape, they are brutally torn apart.

They both spend the next twelve years building lives in different worlds. Paolo in the vibrant heart of Soho, London, surrounded by his found family, and Max thriving as a successful criminal lawyer in the bustling streets of New York. Both of them believing they’ve lost the love of their life forever.

Max finds himself in London after defending a mobster, which leads to an offer he literally can’t refuse. Needing thinking time before his fate is sealed, he unexpectedly crosses paths with Paolo again. The spark between them reignites, yet their reunion is fraught with challenges, and even the magical backdrop of the holidays may not be enough for them to get their second chance at love. With Paolo's sister at risk of suffering the same fate they endured, the stakes are even higher.

Stolen Dream is a tale of resilience, forbidden love, and the fight for a future that embraces who they truly are. Will they save Paolo's sister in time, and can they find a way to be together, against all odds? Join them on this emotional journey of hope and redemption, where stolen dreams may just lead to a love worth fighting for.

BOOK 4

Book Title: Convenient Rivals

Length: 60 000 words

Release Date: April 30, 2025

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, class privilege, nerd top/jock bottom, mild kink, fake relationship

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Can love blossom from the ashes of rivalry, or will family ties tear them apart?

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In the heart of London, where privilege and ambition collide, Gregory and Oscar's tumultuous past threatens to resurface in unexpected ways. Once childhood friends, their relationship took a dark turn when Oscar became Gregory's high school bully. Now successful in their own right, their paths continue to intertwine due to the dysfunctional bond between their mothers. While Oscar seeks to atone for his past, Gregory remains trapped in a cycle of hurt and betrayal.

After being abandoned by his family when they discovered he was gay, Gregory yearns for their acceptance, but only on their terms. As he struggles to support his financially reckless brother, entangled with the mob, the stability of his Soho home with his chosen family of true brothers hangs by a thread. With desperation setting in, a glimmer of hope emerges when Oscar proposes a marriage of convenience, which could solve both of their problems.

Oscar’s mother has her own agenda, threatening to upend everything he believes about love and loyalty. Can the reserved tech genius and the charming former athlete put aside their painful history to forge a new beginning? As the tension between them sizzles and threatens to ignite into something undeniably passionate, they must confront their pasts and decide how much they are willing to sacrifice. In a world of titles and privilege, family ties threaten to strangle the love which is building between them. Will they find the courage to defy their legacies for a chance at happiness, even if it means risking everything they’ve ever known?

BOOK 5

Book Title: Broken Promises

Length: 65 000 words

Release Date: August 5, 2025

Tropes: Hurt comfort, Age gap, Second chances, Neurodivergent rep, Daddy kink

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Jason’s love life: a rom-com, a tragedy, and a crime thriller all in one.

 Blurb 

Jason is successful, confident, and unlovable. Living in the heart of Soho with his found family brothers, he masks his trauma with more sass than you can throw glitter at. After love burned him once, he vowed never to let it happen again. One night, one time, no attachments. That’s how he survives and protects his heart.

Patrick knows loss too well. His husband’s sudden death shattered his world, and he believes he’ll never feel that kind of connection again. Then Jason storms into his life. A pint-sized spitfire with haunted eyes. Fifteen years younger than him, a boy who he shouldn’t want but can’t resist. Patrick’s daddy instincts are to hold, to heal, to care, but Jason refuses to be saved.

Their undeniable attraction spans a year of push and pull, as all of Jason’s brothers find their happy endings around him, leaving him with the possibility of being alone, as he has been all his life. When Jason gives into his desire for Patrick, his past mistakes come back to bite him. His ex-husband, a ruthless mob boss, wants him back. And he doesn’t care who gets hurt in the process.

In the explosive final chapter of the Soho Knights series, all the questions will finally be answered. Will everyone’s baby brother, Jason, finally get the happily ever after he truly deserves, or will it come at the price of another devastating loss?

Excerpt From Perfect Night

The guy he’d crashed into was sex on a stick. A big, tall, muscular stick. He was another one wearing a suit and had to be six foot five. He towered over Charlie’s respectable five foot eleven. The black hair, slate-blue eyes and five o’clock shadow were checking more of Charlie’s boxes. After a few seconds of literally drooling, Charlie realised the guy had hold of his arms as he’d steadied him.

“Sorry,” he spluttered.

“No problem at all. Are you okay?”

He had a strange accent, a blend of American and British.

“Was that guy giving you trouble?”

Oh God, he’s nice as well. There had to be something wrong with him. Nobody was this perfect. He felt like a horny teenager again, wanting to get his hands and tongue all over that body. It took all his restraint to not start humping Spartacus’s leg. Until he had a name, ‘Spartacus’ was what he was going with. He had a gladiator vibe about him. Woof!

“It’s fine. He did me a favour by sending me your way.”

Oh my God, did I just say that? Kill me now!

“I’m Sebastian.” He smiled, holding out his hand.

Sebastian was an even hotter name than Spartacus. Charlie wasn’t sure why; it was just a fact. There was also something about Sebastian. He shook Charlie’s hand, which was formal, but didn’t seem out of place. The guy just oozed confidence. Charlie wondered if that confidence transferred to the bedroom. He needed to stop with those thoughts, or the leg-humping would be an embarrassing reality.

“Charlie,” he said, introducing himself.

“Are you here with anyone?”

“Just my flatmate, who was humping the leg of some bear when I left him.”

Sebastian laughed. It changed his face completely. This was a guy who was confident and controlled, yet when he let go, Charlie could see there was a fun side. Charlie wanted to know it all.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Sebastian asked.

Charlie would be stupid to say no. He didn’t know why a guy like this was giving him the time of day, but he’d had a shit week, so he was just going to go with it. Charlie agreed. Sebastian took his hand, which was sweet and possessive at the same time.

The crowd seemed to part, probably because of Sebastian’s size. A few twinks spotted their joined hands and glared with jealousy. It was a heady feeling, and Charlie was enjoying it while it lasted.

About the Author  

Oliver Takely is a passionate MM romance author who revels in dark, edgy stories featuring complex, flawed characters. With years of writing experience and a creative day job, Oliver Takely is also an avid reader of MM romance, consuming 300 books in both 2023 and 2024. His favourite trope is enemies to lovers, but is also a sucker for a feel-good Christmas romance.

Originally from the north, Oliver now resides in the south of England with his husband and their beloved fur baby, who is treated like a princess, living their own happily-ever-after straight out of a romance novel. When not writing or reading, he enjoys holidays and indulging in lots of good food, because who doesn’t love a delicious combination?

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99c/99p Book Blast - Now Comes the Dark by Thom Collins

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Book Title: Now Comes the Dark

Author: Thom Collins

Publisher: Pride Publishing / Entwined Publishing

Cover Artist: Claire Siemaszkiewicz

Release Date: February 11, 2025

Pairing: Contemporary Dark MM Romance

Tense/POV: Third person

Genres: Thriller/Mystery/Suspense

Tropes: Instant lust, serial killer, community

Themes: Erotic thriller

Heat Rating:  4 flames  

Length: 63 000 words

It is the first book in a new series, but works as a complete standalone

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Two strangers fuelled by desire, and a killer consumed with lust.

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Roman Ballentyne is forced to make some changes. The city he loves is no longer safe. Tensions are high as a psychotic killer preys upon the LGBTQ community. Five men have been murdered in the last year. Every encounter is a risk. Anyone could be next. The Viaduct was once the shame of Blyham, an illicit club filled with private booths and dark rooms, sleazy in the extreme. Now it offers a secure space to hook up when it’s too dangerous to take a stranger home.

Mallon Garnier catches Roman’s eye. He’s moody and mature and the hottest man in the club, but as Mallon pairs up with someone else, Roman thinks he’s missed his chance. When Roman is the victim of a hate crime at the end of the night, Mallon is his saviour, taking on his attackers with savage efficiency. Their attraction is immediate and intense. Roman knows it’s wrong to go home with a stranger, but what harm can there be from the man who saved him?

The encounter is the start of an intense and passionate affair. But as the murders continue, Roman learns Mallon is keeping a deep secret, and the killer is closer than he thinks.

Excerpt

The Vermont Hotel had been a part of Roman’s life for as long as he had lived in Blyham. As a student, he used to work seasonal shifts in their Michelin-starred restaurant and had covered tables at one of their many corporate events. These days, he could see it’s majestic ten story structure from the other side of the river on his journey to and from work. But in all those years, he had not set foot inside one of the bedrooms…until tonight.

He had been surprised when Mallon told him where he was staying. From his laid-back attitude and street-fighting ways, he’d expected him to have a room in one of the budget chain hotels, of which Blyham had six, situated in all areas of the city. He should have known better than to judge a man by his appearance.

The Vermont stood out among the crowd of high-end bars, restaurants, shops and hotels that dominated Blyham’s chic waterfront district. It was the jewel in a gentrified crown.

They arrived by Uber. No more taking chances on the dangerous streets. Mallon showed his room card to the twenty-four-hour concierge, and they crossed the marbled floor of the reception. There were still people drinking in the hotel’s foyer bar. He knew there was another bar, on the roof terrace, though Roman doubted that would be serving at this hour.

They entered the lift alone, and Mallen pressed the button for the seventh floor.

As soon as the doors closed, he was on Roman. He grasped his head in both hands and kissed him. Roman was a few inches taller than Mallon, but the older man dominated him in every way, pushing him against the wall of the elevator and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Roman gripped his shoulders, surrendering as Mallon ground his bulge against his hips.

The passion of the kiss disarmed him. Roman’s legs trembled as he thrust his tongue against Mallon’s, experiencing the heat of his breath, the raspy contact of their stubbled skin. Few of the men he had met on a casual basis were into kissing. Many of them refused to do it, and those who did were often terrible. Not Mallon. This guy knew how to kiss and make it count.

Roman squirmed, grinding his hips against his cock, discerning its size and girth. It had been completely concealed by Cameron’s greedy mouth in the club, and he had no idea what to expect, but from the way Mallon pressed it onto him, he would not be disappointed.

The doors open. Mallon slid a hand around Roman’s waist and shoved it down the back of his jeans, cupping his arse. His fingers slithered into the sweaty crack. Roman caught a quick breath. This man was bold. He knew what he wanted and went for it. As they walked along the corridor, Mallon’s fingertip found the hot opening, and traced the rim.

“Tonight, your ass is mine.”

Roman nodded and licked his lips. His mouth was dry. “Yes. It’s all yours.”

“To do what I want with?”

“Anything.” His insides tightened, and a fire of need burned in his butt like nothing he’d known.

They reached the door of his room. Mallon swiped the card, and they went inside.

It was more than a hotel room. There was a large seating area with a sofa, armchair and coffee table, and the bedroom was around an L-shaped bend. This had to be one of the junior suites. Roman had heard of them but didn’t know what to expect. The décor was all cream, beige and gold, illuminated by multiple side lights strategically placed around the room. Whatever Mallon did for a living, whatever had brought him to Blyham, had to be worth a lot of money.

About the Author 

Thom Collins is the author of the Jagged Shores series and the Anthem Trilogy as well as numerous standalone novels and novellas. 

His new series Basic Instincts launches in spring 2025 with the novel Now Comes the Dark.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age, but in 2013 he realized cruising is the best way to see the world.

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Blog Tour - Ghost: A Love Story by Max Vos

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Book Title:  Ghost: A Love Story

Author and Publisher: Max Vos

Cover Artist: A. J. Corza

Release Date: September 12, 2025

Tense/POV: Alternating POV (Mostly first person.)

Genres: Contemporary/Historical MM Romance

Tropes: Forced Proximity

Themes: Forbidden love

Heat Rating:  2 flames    

Length:   107 201 words/503 pages

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

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Bridging lifetimes for love

Blurb 

Mason Montgomery has had enough of his own self-pity and the never-ending traffic of the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. 

After selling up and moving to Savannah, sinking most of his money into a condemned Victorian home in a down and out part of town, an accident leaves him with a secret no doctor would ever be able to explain.

He can see ghosts. And one ghost in particular—Francis, an enigmatic presence lingering in Savannah’s sultry nights—feels more real than anyone Mason has ever known. But as their love deepens, Mason must confront a heartbreaking truth: how can he hold onto someone who no longer belongs to this world?

A sweeping romance of fate, desire, and the undeniable pull between past and present, this unforgettable tale asks: What if the greatest love of your life wasn’t alive at all?

Excerpt

“Hell,” he muttered to himself, “I’ll go broke on a room that won’t even be functional.” Mason had enough experience to know that with what little cash he had left, the most he’d be able to do would be to get the wiring done, and the bare minimum to meet the requirements to have the power and water turned back on in the place. He was going to have to find work soon.

Mason walked down the hallway intending to get the six-foot ladder from the front room, and then stopped dead in his tracks, looking up the stairs. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't move.

At the top of the stairs there was a man. No, not a man, but the transparent figure of a man. To Mason he looked as if he were one of those sepia tone photographs. A really, really old photograph. He starred at the man, not moving. The… apparition was dressed in a long coat, vest, an old-fashioned necktie and black pants. His hair was dark and parted on the right side, and he wore a full dark beard and a mustache slightly curved upwards at either end.

And then the man smiled. Mason’s mouth snapped shut and their eyes locked. Mason wasn’t scared. He had the feeling that the man meant him no harm and was actually glad to see him. When he started down the stairs, more like floated, Mason couldn’t help but take a step back, mesmerized by the man who wasn’t a man at all.

As he got closer, Mason couldn’t help but notice how handsome the man was. His light brown eyes were warm, and he could see there was a kindness in them. His smile seemed to broaden as he got closer to Mason and then… he just faded away.

Mason could only stand there, stunned. He didn’t even notice how long he’d been standing there. He finally shook his head, trying to clear his mind, to come to terms with what he’d just seen. Slowly, Mason made his way back towards the burnt-out kitchen. He leaned against the doorway.

“Two ghosts. In one day.” He looked towards the back door. “And damn, he was so good looking too. Now he can hang around.” Mason smiled to himself.

After a few more minutes, Mason went and got the ladder that he’d intended to get in the first place, glancing up the stairs hoping to see his male ghost again, but wasn’t too surprised when he didn’t.

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The Inappropriate Max Vos has been writing since retiring from a career as a Chef. The release of Ghost in 2025 comes after a writing sabbatical filled with travel, adventures and some personal obstacles. 

When opening a Max Vos book, you never know what to expect. The story lines are varied and interesting. However, each book has vibrant and well-rounded male leads with strong female characters, and an interesting backdrop. 

While Max is a Southern Gentleman at heart, his romance is hot and steamy. No subject is off limits to his imagination. You can find his bestsellers on Amazon and Smashwords or on his website maxvos.com. His website is also where you can get a copy of his ‘banned’ book Going Home. 

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Into the Gray Scale by Oge Mobuogwu

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Book Title: Into the Gray Scale

Author: Oge Mobuogwu

Publisher: Reboshke Publishing

Cover Artist: Rafael Andres of CoveKitchen

Release Date: November 6, 2024

Pairing: MM, MMF

Genres: Dark Fantasy, Mystery/Suspense, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

A sleuth crime dark fantasy based on folklore and physics

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 305 pages

Is it a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Dead men can’t catch killers. But maybe with the right help, they can bend the rules from the afterlife.

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Dead men can’t catch killers. But maybe with the right help, they can bend the rules from the afterlife.

Drug dealer AJ has just discovered he’s been murdered. Trapped in the surreal complexities of the afterlife, he realizes he’s still bound in service to his killer, the ruthless drug kingpin Governor Tyson. Meanwhile, homicide detective Maleek Shapiro is closing in on "skooches", an enigmatic and dangerous drug at the heart of the case.

As Shapiro edges closer to proving the case against the governor, the investigation throws him into a maze of mystical experiences, unsettling encounters, and nightmarish realms where the boundaries between life and death—and dreams and reality—blur. Dead bodies begin to pile up as the untouchable governor storms towards his sinister goals without regard for consequences.

Can Shapiro, with AJ’s help from beyond the grave, stop the governor or will they all be sacrificed at the altar of his personal ambitions?

A poetic, spiritual and gripping exploration of the human psyche and the thin line between life and death, INTO THE GRAY SCALE blends dark fantasy with crime drama, unraveling raw emotions and surreal twists that challenge the boundaries of reality itself!

Excerpt 

His space had become a numbing static, like the sound that came out of old television sets when the networks closed out for the day. It was like a sad score one heard whenever his mess of a life played out. The muffled sounds coming from the TV in the living room, the loud clicking of the old grandpa clock that hung in the kitchen for no justifiable reason, as if taunting him on how much of a waste of time his existence was, and of course the humming of the microwave, the only source of comfort in his life presently.

Beep. His meal was ready.

At the dining, he knew Michelle made every effort to ignore him. Her aloofness, in her nightgown, legs folded up on the sofa, playing with her hair while staring at the TV, had become a constant image for him. He knew exactly what he would find her doing every night, no matter what time he came home. He knew the posture and particular positions she took. He wondered if he would ever ask why she watched Jerry Springer every night, however perfectly the chaos from the show mirrored their life. He wondered how surprised he would be coming home one day to find her doing something else or better still, dead. It gave him comfort, thinking about finding her dead, maybe from a heart attack or a razor to the wrist or some freak accident. Who cared? He usually thought about her when he watched “A Thousand Ways to Die.”

He finished cleaning the countertop and used area, then took the food take out pack to the trash. Very conspicuously placed in the open bin was an unwrapped used tampon. It was red and gorged with blood, sitting in the middle and on top on the trash. Clearly, she dropped them just when he was about to get in. He should have gotten used to it already but still, he allowed himself to get shocked every time. It was going to be throughout the current period. From his mental count she had a day or two to go.

He was still visibly upset when he got outside with the trash, a lot with Michelle for being such a psychopath but also with himself and the situation he’d allowed himself to get into.

As he smoked later that night in a private make-shift man cave behind the house, he let his thoughts travel far still. He thought about Tana and chastised himself for being so callous earlier that day. He thought about his eight-year-old marriage and how quickly it had deteriorated, about Michelle and her lack of forgiveness, and the tampon tantrum she threw every month. He still wished her dead, though. He needed to escape. Sometimes he envied those in prison for being so far away from it all. He wondered why it never occurred to him to take his own life, if he would ever get to that point or if he’d have the guts if he ever did but, in that moment, he hoped he would have the guts to shoot Michelle instead.

*

It had stopped being because he was horny, the frequency didn’t even allow him to get horny anymore. It was more a routine, an establishment of comfortable familiarity and most importantly, an exit point for stress. It wasn’t necessarily pleasure either. Okay, of course it was a bit of pleasure, but it was an important hand-picked routine to end the day. The last time he didn’t masturbate before bed, he did not sleep throughout the night and had a messy day afterward. As he stroked, he focused his mind on his wife, her nonchalance ever so defiant, on ASCHA and its deadness, his chaotic life that managed to stay uneventful at the same time, his disapproving father, Angela Blaine and her smirk-laced stupid face that seemed to say, “I’d have fucked you but you’re way below the pay grade,” and instead resorted to mocking him with her every gaze; on the ASCHA co-workers and their scheming, the inmates that bored him with their constant meaningless chatter, his dead neighborhood and the prison he found his life in. Eyes tightly closed; he ran these thoughts in his mind like a slide show, as his stroking became more vigorous. In his mind, the images and people stopped swirling and finally gathered into a pile, like rubbish, his own failures at the top on that pile. He spread his legs as if in a real simulation, stroking and breathing harder and ejaculated on top all the pile, letting out a deep muffled groan. As he steadied his breathing under the running shower, he allowed himself wonder if he wasn’t a psychopath himself, just like his wife. Maybe they were meant for each other after all. Was he the only one who got off on such images? But his was a ritual, a coping mechanism, and a way to say “fuck you” to it all. It was better than taking an assault rifle to Angela’s office. That thought only crossed his mind once.

In the bedroom, Michelle lay backing his side of the bed, awake but pretending to sleep, deliberately leaving him little space as if she wanted to be asked to move. Standing by and staring at her, he in turn wondered if it wasn’t her deliberate attempt to initiate communication. Was she tired of her tampon tantrums? They actually hadn’t had a single conversation in two years. Not one. The house routine was so set they didn’t even need to discuss food or bills. They simply found their place and moved on. He took a pillow and walked out the door. After he left, she opened her eyes and raised her head to glance at the shut door..

About the Author 

Oge Mobuogwu is a graduate of the University of Benin, Nigeria, where he earned a degree in computer science. Oge is both a novelist and screenwriter, and currently resides in Houston, Texas.

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A Furever Home by Kaje Harper & Gabbi Grey

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Book Title:  A Furever Home

Author Publisher: Kaje Harper & Gabbi Grey

Narrator: Michael Ferraiuolo

Release Date: September 9, 2025

Tense/POV: 1st person, past tense, alternating POV

Genres:  Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Small town romance, hurt/comfort 

Themes: Fur-babies/animal rescue 

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 9 hours and 5 minutes 

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Desperately wanted found-family sometimes comes with wagging tails and a whole lot of fur.

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Arthur

When I was squeezing seven rescue dogs and a horde of cats in my small house, all I wanted was to not turn away a pet in need. Opening the Safe Haven Pet Rescue was a dream come true. But when I get hurt, standing between a man with a gun and a stray dog, I realize I still can't do it all.

My injured leg, a concussion, having to lean on my friends, and realizing how helpless I feel, throws me back to my childhood when nothing I did ever seemed to be enough. But there's one silver lining. Brooklyn West. He's the kind of guy who holds a stranger’s hand in a crisis. He's great with my dogs, even cranky little Chili, and really seems to want to help the shelter. I like watching him be a protective big brother when his sister turns up on his doorstep, even though I think there's pain underneath his sunny smiles. But as we move toward friendship, I keep looking for the strings, for the catch, and wondering how I'll pay him back, because nothing in my life can be that sweet, or that simple.

Brooklyn

I went through a slice of medical hell, and came out the other side with enough money to move to the opposite side of the country and start the doggie daycare business of my dreams. The cherry on top of that good luck is meeting Arthur Bjornsson. Big, wild-bearded, soft-voiced Arthur is the kind of guy my family would've ridiculed. He's warm-hearted and willing to throw himself into harm's way right in front of my eyes to save one pathetic stray dog.

He's the kind of guy who gives me back some faith in humanity. But when my underage sister Cheyenne shows up on my doorstep, on the run from the family I thought I'd escaped, my old life and new collide. I want to help Arthur, get to know him, and, as he heals, I want more than just friendship. But Cheyenne brings legal risks, a teen on the other side of my bedroom wall, and the threat of retribution from our family. The simple relationship I thought Arthur and I were building is suddenly messy as hell. I don't know how we'll get through this to reach the furever home I so desperately want.


A Furever Home is a fur-baby-filled, hurt-comfort, small town romance between two men whose only chance at a family is to build one themselves.

Excerpt

I sat behind the counter at Safe Haven animal rescue, listening to my shelter manager calling me from across the ocean. “Did you see the video?” The happiness in Shane’s voice made me smile. “Was that cool or what?”

“Hang on.” I swiped my phone over to where I had a waiting text from Shane’s boyfriend, Theo. Sure enough, there was a video attached. When I hit play, I saw Shane with his little white cat Mimsy doing their routine of Mimsy-tricks with the iconic architecture of Paris behind them. In this short clip, Mimsy jumped from the ground up to Shane’s shoulder, then balanced on his head and raised one paw in a salute.

I said, “Did you just busk in front of Notre Dame?”

Shane had lived off his wits and Mimsy’s skills for a long time, but Theo was rich enough he no longer needed to.

“Not busking,” Shane told me. “I didn’t put the hat out. Wouldn’t risk breaking the law here. But Mimsy was riding on my shoulder and these two kids asked if she was a real cat, speaking English with the cutest French accents, and I couldn’t resist letting her show off a bit.”

Of course he couldn’t. Shane would deny it till he was blue in the face, but he was a sucker for kids, and for that little cat. Letting her shine while making kids laugh was his favorite thing. Aside from being with Theo, of course.
The newfound brightness of Shane’s voice warmed me, even as I pushed aside an unworthy pang of jealousy. Shane had lived a much harder life than I had—forced to leave his family as a teenager, going homeless, sometimes going hungry, so independent it’d taken Theo months to persuade him love didn’t have to come with strings.

My own family might’ve lost interest in me long ago, but I’d never gone without a meal. Now Shane and Theo had a relationship so solid even Shane was willing to trust it. I should be happy for my friend and stop thinking about how I was ten years older and far more alone. “Sounds like fun.”

About the Authors  

Kaje: I get asked about my name a lot. It's not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old nickname, and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty years*), although mostly for my own entertainment. I write M/M romance, often with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi, paranormal… I also have Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.) 

It was my husband who finally convinced me that after all the years of writing just for fun, I really should submit something, somewhere. My first professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out in May 2011. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact. 

Gabbi: USA Today Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi Powell.

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Seeing Death by L M Somerton

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Book Title: Seeing Death

Author: L M Somerton

Publisher: Totally Entwined

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

Release Date: September 9, 2025

Tense/POV: third person, present tense

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Mystery/suspense/thriller

Tropes: Peril, self-sacrifice, protector/protected, found family

Themes: Saving the world

Heat Rating:  0 - 1 flames: There are hints about what they want to do, but it doesn’t happen in this book.     

Length: 58 617 words

It is a standalone story. The first in a new series. (Book 1 in the The Augur series) 

It does not end on a cliffhanger, though there are unresolved plot threads.

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Some futures were never meant to be seen.

Blurb

At eighteen, Bryn Ashton is preparing for a new chapter at Harvard, if fate doesn’t intervene. An orphan raised in a group home, he has spent his life fearing the moment a latent gene, mutated by a past virus, might awaken supernatural abilities. He could transform into a lupine or sanguine, but when a blood test confirms he is neither, his world shifts. Instead of wolf or vamp, Bryn is revealed to be an augur. His eyes glow green, his psychic abilities emerge, and suddenly, his future is no longer his to control.

Three years later, Bryn is partnered with Detective Gunnar Ericson, a lupine with enhanced abilities of his own. As an augur, Bryn can read memories and glimpse the future, making him an invaluable part of high-stakes investigations. But his rarity also makes him a target, and Gunnar is more than just a partner, he’s Bryn’s protector.

As they navigate complex cases, their connection grows. But their partnership will be tested in ways they never expected. With a dangerous investigation unfolding, their relationship must take a back seat and even if they survive one killer, another is always waiting.

Excerpt 

The next thing Bryn knew was someone shaking him awake. He groaned and cranked an eyelid. “Annie?”

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You’ve been out cold for eight hours. You need to get your rear downstairs.” Annie yanked open the drapes, flooding the room with light. “I hope you haven’t picked up the flu or something.”

“Ow, fuck!” Bryn hid beneath the covers. Sleep had not improved his headache.

“Language, young man. The screening bureau officer is downstairs eating my cookies. You need to come show him the gene hasn’t activated.”

“Sorry. Okay. On it. Give me two seconds.” He winced at the door closing, the noise pounding his skull like a jackhammer. He grabbed his shades and put them on. Gently. Shielding his eyes from the light helped a bit. Must have been more stressed out about today than I realized. This has to be a migraine.

Bryn counted it a win that he made it down the stairs without falling on his ass. Annie was waiting with the official in the TV room. They were both seated on the sectional, chattering away like old pals.

“Here he is, Charlie. The latest of a long line.”

“And no indications?”

“None. He’s his normal teenage self.”

“Oh dear. Congratulations on your birthday, Bryn. I’m Charles Donovan from the screening bureau and this visit is nothing to worry about.” He held out a hand and Bryn shook it.

“Hey.”

“I’m going to give you a finger prick for a blood sample. It’s a quick and easy test for gene activation which shows us sanguine or lupine indications. A visual assessment isn’t always accurate.”

Bryn slumped on the sectional, trying not to look as belligerent as he felt. “This is pointless.”

“Probably,” Charlie said. “But wouldn’t you rather have it noted on your record that you have no active gene so that you don’t have people hounding you in the future?”

“I suppose.”

“Be nice, Bryn.” Annie’s warning tone was enough to have him sitting a bit straighter.

Charlie got out his testing kit. “Don’t worry, you won’t miss the tiny bit I’m going to take.” He jabbed Bryn’s middle finger pad then collected a bead of blood on a dropper that went into a tiny test tube of clear liquid. “It’s red at least.”

“You say that to everyone, don’t you?” Bryn muttered.

“Sure do. Perk of the job. Right, I’m looking for what color the liquid changes to. Lupine goes green, sanguine is purple. No gene change is golden yellow.” He shook the tube.

“So what the fuck is sky blue?” Bryn felt sick. He stared at the little glass vial.

“I…need to make a call. Don’t move.” Charlie went into the hall.

Bryn watched him go. “Annie, what’s happening?”

“I don’t know.” She came to sit next to him on the couch and grabbed his hand.

A pulse of sharp pain shot through Bryn’s already throbbing head and his vision dimmed. In his head he had a picture of Annie standing in the dock of a courtroom facing a judge. She looked resigned. Bryn yanked his hand away in horror and the image faded.

“If you go now, you’ll have time to grab a few things and get out through the back yard,” Annie whispered. “I’ll tell Charlie you went to the bathroom.”

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Because if that test is showing that you have some rare variation of the gene, you’ll be taken by the security services and put through God knows what kind of experimentation while they work out what you can do.”

“And if I run, they’ll hunt me down. When you touched me Annie, I saw…well, let’s just say things wouldn’t work out well for you either.” It was tempting to try it. Bryn thought he could make a good go of disappearing, but he couldn’t do that to Annie. If she was blamed, what would happen to all the other kids in her care? He wasn’t that much of an asshole.

“You shouldn’t think about me. I’d happily go to court for you. Be selfish. Go.”

Bryn slumped on the couch. “No. Not an option.” Tentatively, he touched Annie’s hand. He flinched at the pain but now the image in his head was of a smiling Annie watching over kids playing in the yard. His vision cleared and he sighed. “I guess Harvard is off the cards. Fuck.”

When Charlie came back into the room, he seemed tense. “Your test result is…unusual, Bryn. You felt fine this morning?”

“Yeah, apart from a headache. I didn’t sleep well last night. It got worse, though.”

“Do you know what time you were born?”

“Eight-thirty in the morning,” Annie contributed. “It’s in his records.”

“Gene activation can be very precise. The change must have happened after you got up this morning. Would you take off your sunglasses for me?”

Hand trembling, Bryn removed the glasses. The light hurt his eyes.

“Oh my.” Annie stared at him.

“What?” Panicked, Bryn went to look in the mirror on the mantel over the fire. “Fuck me.” His eyes were a far brighter shade of green than they had been and they seemed backlit, glowing like a cat’s in the dark. He put the glasses back on. “They weren’t like that earlier.”

“There’ll be a car here for you shortly. More tests will need to be done. I can come with you to your room, if you want to pack a few things.”

“When will I be back?” Bryn asked the question even though he already knew the answer.

“Not sure. It could be a while.”

He means never. Why me? Bryn wanted to scream but decided it would hurt his head too much. “Fine. You and the kids will have to share that cake, Annie.”

Charlie trailed him up the stairs then stood in the doorway while Bryn threw a few things in a duffel.

“You thought about running, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“What stopped you?”

“Annie’s been the closest thing to a mother I’ve ever had. She doesn’t deserve trouble because of me.”

“Yeah, she’s one of the good ones.”

“Has this ever happened to you before… I mean the blue reaction?”

“Never. I’ve had a few wolves in my time and one or two vamps. This was new.”

“Great. Just fucking great.” Should have bought that lottery ticket.

“You done? Let’s go see if the car’s here.”

Some of the other kids had gathered in the hall. There was a clamor of questions. Annie ushered them away and raised a hand in farewell. “Good luck,” she mouthed.

Bryn gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile rather than a grimace. When the door closed behind him, it had an air of finality.

“They’re here,” Charlie announced.

A black SUV with heavily tinted windows drew up at the curb. Two armed men in black fatigues got out and one walked over. The other stayed by the vehicle, scanning the street as if he expected an attack to come out of nowhere at any moment.

“This him?” the man addressed Charlie.

“What am I, invisible?” Bryn muttered.

“It is. I sent through his test result already.” Charlie took a step back.

“He give you any trouble?”

“Seriously? Does it look like I did?” Bryn made a conscious effort not to be intimidated by the excessive amount of firearms the guy carried.

“Get in the fucking car.”

“A please wouldn’t go amiss.” Bryn stomped down the path. He tossed his duffel into the back seat then climbed in after it. He was followed by one of the men in black and before Bryn could come up with a suitable epithet, the guy stuck him with a needle. “What the actual…” He didn’t get to finish the sentence before the lights went out.

About the Author 

Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

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