Tag Team Review: Cancer Ships Aquarius (Signs of Love #5) by Anyta Sunday

Prepare to dip your toe into the biggest adventure of your life, Cancer. There’s romance in the air, and it smells deliciously salty.

Dumped by the fifth girl in two years and abandoned by his best friends, Reid Glover is alone and in need of a home.
Desperate, he interviews to become a live-in manny aboard widowed Sullivan Bell’s yacht, the Aquarian.
The job? Not to look after thirteen-year-old Joanna. No, this child-mastermind needs Reid to befriend her dad, urge him to participate more in family life, encourage him to date, oh, and become his closest confidant and help him unleash his bottled emotions.
No pressure.
At least he’s not entirely out of his depth.
Okay, so he may have a slight aversion to the ocean. And possibly attract more than his fair share of misadventure.
But he is a pro at crying.
Watch out, Sullivan. Reid is on his way with a family-sized carton of tissues. He will help Sullivan through his fears. Will help him find love again.
Will absolutely not fall for him in the process . . .

Caution, Cancer, how long will you fool yourself?

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Cancer Ships Aquarius (Signs of Love #5) is an MM opposites-attract romantic comedy featuring a misadventure prone manny and a blunt widower.
More wit, banter and bad puns - and even more heart-stopping slow burn!
Can be read as a standalone.

3.875 average


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After yet another break-up, the only bright spot for Reid is his new job as the live-in manny aboard a yacht.

Although ‘bright spot’ might not be the right term, as Reid’s terrified of water and wildly attracted to Sullivan, his still-grieving widowed employer.

Here’s the thing - Reid might not be the smartest cookie in the box. In fact, he takes the obliviousness trope of this series to new heights. And that’s entirely aside from his lack of basic survival skills.

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But Reid is 100% a very compassionate cookie. A bit of a puppy in human form, really. I was all on board the Reid train from the start. He’s got heart in spades.

And he’s committed to his deal with Joanna, Sullivan’s daughter, to get her dad out of his funk - purely as platonic friends, of course.

But that doesn’t last long at all. Not with Reid’s attraction growing day by day, and Sullivan slowly caving to the warmth and sunshine he’d shut himself away from. Step by step, their friendship grows into something more.

I had some major heart eyes going throughout this book, as Reid slowly wooed Sullivan out of his cranky shell.

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The UST was through the roof. And definitely worth it, once Sullivan and Reid finally give in!

The big roadblock is Sullivan’s broken heart after losing the first love of his life. I thought it was handled well, without becoming overly angsty.

My main issue though - Reid did all the heavy lifting. I would have liked Sullivan to put in effort and make a grand gesture at some before the epilogue.

That being said, the happy ever after was perfectly romantic. I loved seeing the small family and home Reid, Sullivan, and Joanna built on their yacht.

If you’re looking for an easy-to-read romance with strong themes of family and healing, and some killer UST, give ‘Cancer Ships Aquarius’ a try!

Lost in a Book - 4 Stars

Finally!!!!! I’ve been waiting since the dawn of time forever since the start of this Signs of Love Series for my sign. AQUARIUS!!! *twirls* I've enjoyed each sign and character featured throughout and this one was no different. Well, it was different in other ways; age gap, widowed MC, and a child is involved.

Reid is being dragged through difficult times after another girl dumps him. He’s looking for a place to stay and interviews to be a live-in manny for a 13 year old girl, Joanna, and her father Sullivan. To live on a yacht. Yes, please!

Sullivan is still grieving the loss of his partner and has checked out of many things he used to enjoy. Joanna’s his main source of light and when she asks for a manny, he can’t say no… even if he wishes he did.

Reid and Sullivan’s introduction starts off about as shaky as Reid’s sea legs. Which is definitely not good. Sullivan is determined to keep him at arms-length while Reid and Joanna conspire to get him to open up and become more of the man he used to be. Joanna is amazing. She’s a smart little firecracker that knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to play dirty to get it.

I really liked Reid and Sullivan together. There were more serious undertones to this read than the previous Signs of Love books but Reid’s cluelessness remains. The friendship and eventual relationship that they build is funny and sweet to read as Sullivan’s walls slowly come down. But… yes, there is a but. Sullivan is almost too bloody and standoffish while Reid is almost too clueless. I know, I know, I adore all of the clueless men from books past. Another thing that drove me crazy was Reid’s response to the issue. I just wanted to scream at him to grow a freakin’ backbone and make Sullivan work for once to make this relationship work. *stomps foot*

Alas, even though this wasn’t a favorite of mine, I still enjoyed it. I liked Reid, Sullivan, Joanna and the yacht life they have built. Recommended for fans of this series.



Book Blast + Giveaway: You Can See Me by A.E. Via


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You Can See Me
AE Via
M/M Romance, Menage
Release Date: 02.07.14
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World renowned chef Prescott Vaughan was at the height of his career. Right before he's to leave for Paris to work alongside his idol, a horrific car accident leaves him completely blind.
His female fiancé leaves him in a state of desperation and depression. He pines for love, companionship, and so happens to find it in the form of his very sexy neighbor. Sexy male neighbor, Dr. Rickson 'Ric' Edwards.
Prescott's not gay - at least he never considered himself gay - until Ric saves him from a date, gone terribly wrong. The two neighbors hit it off quickly and waste no time exploring and learning each other. Things are great until Ric begins to have his doubts about meeting Prescott's many wants.
When Ric insist he and Prescott take a breather, Pres finds himself lonely and lacking again. Enter, male escort and aspiring chef, Blair McKenzie to fill the void.
In the meantime, Ric works on his issues that prohibits him from displaying the love he knows he has for Prescott. When Ric is finally ready and returns to claim Prescott he's not sure that Pres can let go of the sexy, southern, hotness that is Blair McKenzie. After Ric has his own personal encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can't help but become entranced and crave more as well.
Pres soon realizes that there's no need to choose between his two men, because when all three of them finally come together - grab a cold drink - the heat is going to go all the way up!

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Now after that shove, he really didn’t know how close he was to the street. He took another couple steps and stumbled off the steep curb. Horns blared and tires screeched as he jumped backward, running right into a rock-hard chest.

Pres ducked and shivered violently as the warm urine ran down his pants leg and pooled around his feet.

You got to be fuckin’ shittin’ me. Pres put his one good hand out in front of him to hopefully ward off the attack he was about to get. “Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you, I swear. Just…don’t hurt me, please.”

“I’d never hurt you, baby. Com’ere. Hold on to me.”

Baby?

A very masculine, rich voice was in his ear as a strong arm took Pres’s good hand and wrapped it around a narrow waist as the man held his limp, bloody hand up in the air. “Keep it elevated, Pres. Jesus. I’m so sorry. It’s all right. I’m gonna take care of you.”

This person just said my name. Okay…so it’s someone who knows me.

Pres’s keen senses had shut down because of the surge of fear coursing through him. He couldn’t figure out who this kind stranger was.

Pres heard a shrill whistle as the deep voice yelled, “Taxi!” The man had one thick arm around Pres’s back as the other kept his throbbing hand up in the air.

“I got you, gorgeous. Just hold on to me.” The deep voice was smooth and soothing.

Pres was in no condition to fight that it was a strange man holding him like this and calling him “baby.” He’d never been so terrified and abused since he’d lost his sight. He’d never been abused, period. He lost the fight at trying to hold on to a small amount of dignity and buried his head in the strong chest and let his tears fall quietly. He felt himself being ushered into a car, a taxi, he presumed.

“Chesapeake Hospital,” the deep voice told the driver.



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A.E. Via has been a best-selling author in the beautiful gay romance genre for six years now, but she’s no stranger to MM. She’s been an avid reader of gay lit for over fifteen years before she picked up her laptop to place her own kiss on this genre. She’s also the founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books, having published a couple great new up and coming MM authors.
A.E. has a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice from Virginia Wesleyan College that she used to start her own paralegal firm after she graduated in 2008. She spent five years preparing and filing bankruptcy petitions for struggling blue collar workers who couldn’t afford to file with a lawyer. It was a rewarding and satisfying career… but another path called to her.
Writing.
A.E.’s novels embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
She’s recently celebrated her 20th book anniversary, and is kind of known now for her hardcore, play rough and love hard, bad boy, alphas. However, she does like to push herself to step out of her comfort zone, exploring different tropes, but she won’t push herself into a whole other genre. She’s head over heels for gay romance and she has tons of more hot stories to tell.
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Release Blitz: Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) by KM Neuhold


Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) is officially released! Check out what author K.M. Neuhold and Vibrant Promotions have to offer in today's release blitz!

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Four Letter Word
Love Logic Series, Book 2
KM Neuhold
M/M/M/M Romance, Menage
Release Date: 03.20.20

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Relationships are hard enough between two people...can the four of us make it work? Or is love nothing more than a four letter word?
Polyamory...the first time Riot says the word, it feels like everything slots into place. Maybe I’m not greedy for loving both of my best friends at once…
For most of my life, I didn’t think I could ever have the kind of love I’ve been dreaming of, but somehow a sexy bartender with a major sweet tooth is making it all seem possible.
Maybe Riot is right: our capacity for love is bigger than most people let themselves feel. But will Leo and Hudson feel the same? Will they be willing to try to build this beautiful, complicated life with me?
If I can keep them from ripping each other’s heads off that is...

*** This is book two in the Love Logic series and can be read as a stand-alone. This is a MMMM story full of love and heat.
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“Damn, that smells incredible,” Riot says, sniffing the air like a bloodhound as we step inside.

“Leo must be baking something.”

“He bakes?” His voice dips low, sounding almost reverent, and I chuckle.

“He bakes,” I confirm. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

Sure enough, we find Leo in my small kitchen, surrounded by dirty dishes, pulling a pan of brownies out of the oven. He clearly hasn’t gotten bored of the make Bishop blush game, because he’s shirtless, a pair of low-slung track pants barely clinging to his hips, showing off the curve of his ass in the most mouthwatering way.

“Damn,” Riot breathes quietly from behind me.

“No kidding,” I mutter back.

Leo sets the pan down and turns to us. His smile falters for a second when he realizes I’m not alone, and he eyes Riot suspiciously.

“Hey, I didn’t realize you were bringing someone home with you.”

“Would you have had a shirt on if I’d told you?” I tease.

Leo scoffs. “No, I’d have been naked,” he jokes back.

“Well, it’s never too late,” Riot flirts, shamelessly raking his eyes over my best friend. “And are those brownies? If so, can I have one?”

“We haven’t even been properly introduced yet and you’ve already asked me to get naked and share my brownies with you? Someone is awfully forward.”

“Sorry, I have a sweet tooth,” he apologizes, flashing Leo a boyish grin. “I’m Riot, by the way.” He holds a hand out to Leo.

“I’m Bishop’s very best friend in the whole world.”

“Is that your Christian name?”

Leo throws his head back and laughs. “That would be Leonard, but my friends call me Leo.”

“Nice to meet you, Leo.”

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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Give Me a Hand (Beyond Desires #1) by Gwen Martin


Welcome the Give Me a Hand (Beyond Desires #1) blog tour to Boy Meets Boy Reviews! Join author Gwen Martin and A Novel Take PR as they stop by to share info about the new adult romance. Don't miss the giveaway for your chance to win 2 Signed Paperback copies of Give Me A Hand (US Only) OR a e-copy of Give Me A Hand & $25 Amazon Gift Card for an International winner! Good luck!


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Give Me A Hand
(A Beyond Desires Series, Book 1)
By Gwen Martin

Publisher: Self Published
Release Date (Ebook): 10th March 2020
Subgenre: New Adult, contemporary romance

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Book blurb: 

Their worlds collided. Everything changed. 
Cam and Jude had been college roommates for two years, fitting into each other's lives with ease.

That is, until Cam walked in on Jude getting off alone in their shared dorm bathroom.

Everything shifted between the two of them, awakening feelings Cam hadn't felt for anyone in a long time. Feelings Cam believed had shriveled up after surviving a near fatal car accident to then suffer a disastrous breakup with his first love.

Since then, Cam kept his heart sealed tight in a fortress, keeping himself busy with a lot of mindless hookups and a steadfast refusal to ever commit.

Cam's life had been predictable. He knew what he wanted.

Until that impromptu mutual orgasm with Jude.

Cam didn't want a boyfriend, and he certainly didn't need a relationship.

But he knew one thing he did crave and that was more of Jude Ellison.

Will Cam be able to work through his painful past if Jude offered him a chance at more?

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Cam didn’t focus on the tightness in his chest, how badly he wanted to brush Jude's damp hair back from his forehead. He didn’t think about how the pants of Jude’s breath twisted in his gut. He didn’t ask Jude how he was feeling at that moment.

Instead he reached over to slick his fingers through the thick pool of come, earning a surprised gasp from Jude as he spread it over his own dick. Cam started jerking himself off again, his hand so shaky with nerves he fumbled.

“You’re one dirty motherfucker,” Jude murmured in awe. He shifted closer to Cam, their shoulders bumping. Cam shuddered when he felt Jude’s lips against his ear. “Your turn.”

Cam nodded, rucking up his t-shirt, holding it in his mouth. He knew it won’t take long, a few tugs at the most, especially with how Jude was staring at him like he was the most magnificent thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

No one had ever looked at Cam like that, and it pulled at something in Cam’s chest.

“Jesus, you’re so hot,” Jude murmured, his voice hoarse and sex-edged.



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When you find your roommate jerking off in front of a mirror, the solution, Cam discovered, was to avoid all social contact with said person until the day you die.

Which worked out pretty well for Cam because it meant he had taken up all the time they would spend drinking beer and watching bullshit television going to the library and studying instead. Cam extended his walks through the campus, enjoyed hanging out with his best friend Claudia, and took weekend trips home to see his parents in St Pete.

Even the hellish drive on I-4 back to Orlando was more comforting than running into Jude. What could Cam say? “Hey, uh, I really enjoyed seeing you naked and jerking off. Maybe we could try that again sometime?”

It was absolutely stupid.

Which Cam repeated to himself as he made toast before he had to rush off to his finance class. He knew Jude’s schedule, knew that he was routinely up before the sun rises to hit the gym and then go to classes until early afternoon. Cam also knews that twice a week Jude worked at the Publix nearby for a couple of shifts to make extra spending cash.

So, Cam took the chance to continue with his early afternoon breakfast routine. He had stated on multiple occasions that anything that happened in the AM was morally offensive, taking a personal vow to take classes only in the afternoons. He genuinely didn’t know how Jude did it. Usually he never ran into Jude when Cam was scrambling to get something into his mouth on his way to class.

Cam’s thoughts traveled to Jude again. It had been an ever-present issue for him as of late, no matter how many times he tried to distract himself. He thought about how wet Jude’s hair looked from the shower, how the ends were still dripping with water, creating small rivulets down his back. How his hand went faster the longer Cam stood there, the way his back arched, exposing the long column of his throat when he came.

And shit, Cam was getting hard again. Fuck his brain so much.

He stared at the toaster as if it’d done something offensive to him, pulling out the burnt bread and frowning at the display. He decided after a internal deliberation to continue adding butter when Jude said, “So, you’re obviously avoiding me.”

Cam jumped, burning his finger on the heated edge. He grudgingly lifted the angry digit to his mouth, lips turning down in a frown. He hadn’t even heard Jude walk into the kitchen.

“Jesus, dude, you could’ve made your presence a little louder.”

“And risk missing you jump like that? Nah.”

Cam glared over his shoulder, hoping to snipe back about manners. What he got was a full view of Jude leaning against the cinder block wall of their small dorm kitchen, his basketball shorts low on his hips. Jude crossed his arms over his bare chest and Cam bit down on his cheek to stave off the heat expanding in his stomach as he wondered what Jude's chest would feel like under his fingertips.

“I’m not,” Cam said weakly. “Avoiding you,” he added when the moment stretched too long.

Jude hummed. “Gonna need to work harder on that lie.”



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About the author:

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Gwen Martin lives in Florida where the sun is always shining, the humidity is always high, and Disney is just a hop skip away. When she’s not trying to write one of her million story ideas, she’s usually hanging out with her husband and four cats.
Gwen first started writing at a young age, coming up with stories in class instead of paying attention to the math lesson. Since then she has been exploring her love of writing in various fan communities where she has learned how to cultivate character development and romantic interactions.
She has a strong love affair with cold brew coffee, black cats, and nerding out in various fandoms. When she’s not writing, she’s reading everything she can get her hands on, listening to a lot of lo-fi and making playlists, chilling with her four gatos and obsessing about Pusheen. Because it’s always about Pusheen.

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Audiobook Review: Promises Part 3 (Bounty Hunters #3) by A.E. Via

Bradford (Ford) King was sure he had the rest of his life mapped out. Life was simple, no distractions or complications - at age 46, that's all Ford wanted. What he didn't want was his work partner, sniper/watchman Dana, giving him s--t all the time.

Dana Cadby had grown up labeled a roughneck from the wrong side of the tracks. Dana pulled himself up by his own boot straps and made a name for himself in the marksman community. He'd been Duke's bounty watchman for five years. At 33, he was trusted, well-respected by his peers, his bosses, his friends...so why couldn't he earn the same respect from his partner?

Dana knew he was bisexual before he graduated high school. He also knew he was attracted to the huge, 6'3" SEAL from the moment he and his brother came to join their team.

When Duke sends Dana and Ford out to track down their most dangerous bounty yet, they both embrace the fact that they make one hell of a team...but they fight tooth and nail against the powerful intimacy brewing between them.

Contains mature themes.

Listening Length: 7 hours and 48 minutes
Narrator: Aiden Snow

(story is 3.5 rounded up for the AB)

Reviewer: Annery



The men of Duke’s Bail Bonds continue on the highway to love. The road isn’t always smooth but it’s a certain destination and Aiden Snow, once again, delivers it without a hitch. This turn we have Bradford “Ford” King an ex-Navy Seal, 46 y.o. giant of a man, who’s taciturn on his best days, and on the tail end of a losing the battle with an overwhelming attraction to Dana Cadby. Dana is 33 y.o., DBB’s resident marksman, and anything but immune to Ford’s presence. So what’s the problem you ask? I’m happy to say it’s not the regular or expected. The blurb kind of gives everything away but I’ll try not to be too specific.

After saving his brother’s life, Ford is back in a civilian life which he only finds tolerable by taking care of his brother and hunting criminals. He has no social life to speak and never did anything that can be confused for a relationship. He finds them too messy. The thorn on his side is how Dana befuddles him by being a consummate professional but having a seemingly chaotic social life. And also that pesky attraction. Meanwhile Dana can’t figure out why Ford is so hard on him but desperately wants to impress Ford and not just in the professional arena. Their coming together takes some time, logically so, but once it happens it’s a no-nonsense affair. Dana embraces his long dormant bisexuality and Ford, at his age and with his life experience, just can’t be bothered by what others might think.

The thing I like best about the world that A.E. Via has created is it’s boundless optimism. I say this because these men who work in what we can all agree is a relentlessly macho profession have zero problems with homosexuality. Not a single one. Not about their own same sex attractions or those of their colleagues. I’d love to live in that world. I’m not being sarcastic. Alternatively I’m convinced, having been from Bk.1, that these stories would work perfectly in some kind of shifter universe. These men are consumed by body hair, scent, and the lure of the hunt. Their senses override any kind of logical thought and it never steers them wrong. See! Shifters! Anyway … this isn’t that kind of ‘verse but you can still have a good time with men from DBB particularly in Aiden Snow’s delivery.



Release Blitz + Giveaway: Out on the Ice (Out in College #5) by Lane Hayes


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Title: Out on the Ice
Series: Out in College, Book 5
Author: Lane Hayes
Publisher: Lane Hayes
Release Date: March 19, 2020
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 63k
Genre: Romance, New Adult, Bisexual, Enemies to lovers, College romance, Athletes, Hockey, Baseball, Humor

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Colby Fischer is a bad boy with attitude and a chip on his shoulder. As a senior at a Southern California college, he knows this may be his last shot. He doubts he’ll ever become the hockey legend he dreamed of being as a kid, but he definitely doesn’t want to be an accountant. Things get interesting when he’s asked to train the new intern at his step-dad’s firm, who happens to be the troublemaker from his econ class. And the one guy Colby can’t stand.

Baseball is Sky Jameson’s life. He’s happy to be back at Chilton for his senior year, but he’s burned a few bridges and has a bit too much free time off-season. He could use the money and something to keep him busy until his season begins. But his accidental crush on his prickly coworker could be a problem. Colby is straight and Sky is in the closet. Their timing isn’t great, but the intense attraction is hard to deny. With his final season on the hockey team in the balance, Colby may have to decide if he’s ready to come out on the ice.

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“What position do you play?” Sky asked, pealing the label off his water bottle.

“Right wing. Forward. Think of soccer where the front line moves the ball down the field. We do the same with the puck.”

“I know how it works. I’ve watched a lot of hockey.”

“Have you ever played?” I asked.

“No. Baseball was always number one for me. Besides, hockey is kind of…rough. There’s always a fight. And the game moves so fast, it’s hard to see the puck sometimes.”

“Not if you pay attention.” I raised my beer bottle in a mock toast and grinned. “And I like it rough.”

Sky pursed his lips and stared at me…or maybe he was staring at my throat. I couldn’t tell. “Me too. But not on the field. It distracts from the game.”

“In hockey, it’s part of the game. If you can’t defend yourself, your teammates, and the ice, you have no right to be out there. Might as well take up ice dancing or something,” I snarked, only half kidding. “And no offense, but ice dancing is a hell of a lot more entertaining than baseball. Trust me, I know. I played Little League for a couple of years. I used to beg the coach not to put me in the outfield. Geez, you could take a fuckin’ nap out there some days, you know?”

Sky laughed. “Fuck you. You obviously don’t know what you’re talking about. Baseball is a game of strategy.”

“Strategy my ass,” I huffed, smiling to take the sting from my words…even though I kinda meant it. “It’s one of those weird sports where everyone gets pumped when nothing happens. ‘Oh, it’s a no-hitter. That’s amazing!’ Sure…but nothing fuckin’ happened! No one hit the ball, no one rounded the bases, no one slid to home plate. No one had to even wash their damn uniforms! And you know why?”

“Why?”

“’Cause nothin’ fuckin’ happened,” I replied, taking a long sip of my beer as I let the sweet sound of Sky’s laughter wash over me.

God, he had a great laugh. It made me like him a little more. And yeah, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I liked Sky. He was smart, talented, easy on the eyes, and he had a sense of humor.

“That just proves baseball players are smarter than hockey players,” he taunted.

“Said no one anywhere ever.” I held my hands up in surrender when he flipped me off. “Hey, I’m kidding. I like baseball fine. I told you I follow the Tigers. I still have the jersey my dad bought me when I was ten. Dude, I’d wear it if I still fit in it. What’s your position?”

“Shortstop. I’ve played almost every position at one time or another but I like it the best. You gotta be quick, have a strong arm, and good instincts. I also have a long wingspan. That helps.”

“Makes sense. I don’t know about wingspan, but you gotta be quick in lightning fast hockey too with quick reflexes. Big ol’ quads help.” I smacked my thighs and chuckled. “Mine are kinda huge.”

Sky gave me a lopsided smile. “I noticed. It’s hot.”

“You think muscular legs are hot?”

“I do. Believe it or not, it wasn’t your sweet personality that made me look twice. It was your thighs.”

I snickered. “That’s weird.”

“Maybe, but it’s true. You always wore shorts to summer school. I used to come in a little late so I’d get a good look at you before I sat down. I purposely didn’t sit next to you because I knew I’d get caught staring. And the one day I did, you were the one who got caught.”

“Are you telling me that all this started because of my thighs?” I asked, narrowing my gaze suspiciously.

Sky nodded. “Basically…yes.”

We held eye contact for a moment then busted up.

And when our laughter faded, the mood changed all over again. I felt that same crackle of heat and sexual energy I always did when I was around him, but this time I knew what it was. And though I might have been unsure, I wasn’t afraid.

I leaned forward on my barstool and motioned for Sky to close the distance. He brushed his nose against mine. I held my breath and waited for him to make a move. Any move at all. When he blinked, I licked the corner of his mouth then pressed my lips to his and closed my eyes.

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Out in the Deep (Out in College, Book 1)
Out in the End Zone (Out in College Book 2)
Out in the Offense (Out in College Book 3)
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Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were First Place winners in the 2016 and 2017 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a newly empty nest.

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Release Blitz + Giveaway: The Prince's Consort (Chronicles of Tournai #1) by Antonia Aquilante


Check out today's re-release blitz from author Antonia Aquilante and IndiGo Marketing for The Prince's Consort (Chronicles of Tournai #1)! Find out how all the magic began in the popular fantasy world and enter in the $10 NineStar Press credit giveaway!


Title: The Prince's Consort
Series: Chronicles of Tournai, Book One
Author: Antonia Aquilante
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: March 16, 2020
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 103300
Genre: Fantasy, LGBTQIA+, Romance, fantasy, paranormal, family-drama, gay, intersex, prince, arranged marriage, court intrigue, cat shifter, mpreg

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Synopsis

Legends tell of large cats defending the principality of Tournai, but such creatures are only myth.

Or are they?

Prince Philip inherited the throne of Tournai at a young age, and since then, his life has centered around ruling his country and resisting those pressuring him to do as they want both in matters of governance and those more personal. He’s become isolated and lonely. Amory is the second son of a wealthy merchant who has never approved of anything about him or had any use for him. Until now.

When kind-hearted Amory is offered to the prince in exchange for more time for Amory’s merchant father to complete a commission, both Philip and Amory are horrified. But Philip agrees to keep Amory at the palace, where they gradually become friends, then lovers. For the first time in his life, Philip is free to share not only his heart, but the magical shape-shifting ability that runs in the royal bloodline—something the royal family has kept secret from all but those closest to them for generations.

Neither Amory nor Philip imagined falling in love, and they certainly don’t expect what those who oppose their relationship will do to keep them apart—maybe even resorting to murder.

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The Prince’s Consort
Antonia Aquilante © 2020
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Amory giggled as he and Tristan practically fell through the garden gate. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but Tristan must not have heard. If he had, he would have teased without mercy, as was his right as Amory’s closest friend. But Tristan tugged him along, barely giving him a chance to latch the gate behind them so the lock spell would reengage.

All morning, Tristan had been in high spirits—unusual as he was usually the more focused one in classes. But when Amory asked him what was going on, Tristan only shrugged. Maybe it was the weather. All of Jumelle seemed livelier since the warmth of spring had burst over the city.

He let Tristan pull him down the stone path to a secluded corner of the garden shaded by large trees. The walled garden was blooming, giving them plenty of dense foliage to duck behind. With a wicked grin, Tristan turned and pushed him back against a sturdy tree. Before Amory could say a word, Tristan sealed his mouth over Amory’s in a breath-stealing kiss.

The kiss wasn’t a surprise, not then. They had been kissing a lot over the past year or so. The first time had been a surprise, even for Tristan who’d seemed shocked at his own actions. Amory never thought his friend would want to kiss him. He hadn’t thought Tristan saw him in such a way, was attracted to men at all. Their first kiss had been tentative and awkward. They’d gotten better at it quickly.

Much better.

He moaned into the kiss and pulled Tristan closer, urging him to settle his weight against Amory and relishing the feel of Tristan’s firm body against his even as it pushed him into rough tree bark. But who cared about tree bark when Tristan was kissing him as if he wanted to consume him? Deep and passionate, with tongues tangling and teeth nipping. Yes, they had definitely gotten better with all the practice.

“Tris,” he gasped when Tristan pulled back. He wasn’t done with the kiss. But Tristan said nothing, just began kissing along the line of Amory’s jaw. The light little kisses made him shiver and stifle another moan. Though they were in a back corner, away from the house, they were still in his family’s garden, and he didn’t want anyone finding them. They should go somewhere else. A nip to his earlobe made him shudder, and a nuzzling kiss under his ear drove the thought right out of his head.

He grabbed the back of Tristan’s neck and pulled his lips back to Amory’s own for another kiss. Tristan’s slightly larger frame still pressed him into the tree, but Amory took control of the kiss, deepening it and exploring Tristan’s mouth with his tongue. He nearly laughed when Tristan whimpered, loving his ability to provoke such a reaction in the other man. Tristan pulled back with a gasp, and they leaned there together, panting.

“I love kissing you,” Tristan gasped.

Relief exploded in Amory’s chest. Tristan hadn’t said he loved Amory. Tristan was his best friend, but even with all the kissing, Amory wasn’t in love with him. “Me too.”

Tristan grinned and dropped a quick kiss on Amory’s lips. “I want to do more.”

“M-more?” His cheeks heated at the stutter.

Tristan grinned and kissed him again. “Yep. More.”

Amory’s nerves didn’t abate at the confirmation, though he wasn’t sure where they came from. In all the time since that first awkward moment, they hadn’t done anything but kiss. Oh, they touched a little, but never on bare skin and never below the waist. They’d never discussed the concept of “more” before.

The idea did intrigue him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about what it would be like—he had. But imagining it and doing it were two separate things, and the idea of doing more with Tristan made him vaguely uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure why. They were best friends, and they’d come this far. There was no reason not to go a little farther.

Tristan watched him, his blue eyes intense and a little quizzical. How long had Amory stood there, not saying anything? He smiled past his nerves. “Like what?”

Tristan grinned, slow and wicked, and reached out to unfasten Amory’s pants without a word. Before Amory could protest, before he could decide whether he wanted to protest, Tristan had his hand inside Amory’s pants. He gripped him and began a tight, slow stroke. The feel of another man’s hand on him for the first time stole Amory’s breath, and when he got it back, all he could do was moan.

Tristan’s grin widened at the sound, and his hand sped up, working Amory faster. After a few moments standing there, struggling to breathe, Amory realized he wasn’t doing anything for Tristan. He scrambled to unfasten Tristan’s pants with fumbling fingers as Tristan whispered encouragement. Finally, Amory wrapped his hand around Tristan’s hard member and began to stroke him in time with Tristan’s strokes. It felt awkward at first, different from touching himself yet not so different, but Tristan didn’t voice any objections.

“Yes, yes, yes. Amory,” Tristan gasped into Amory’s ear.

It didn’t last long. Amory might have been embarrassed at how quickly he found his release if Tristan didn’t finish just as fast, spilling over Amory’s hand, and collapsing against him. He was glad of the tree at his back, rough bark and all, because his wobbly knees didn’t have a chance of holding both of them up.

He didn’t know what to think about what they’d done. He’d enjoyed it, but the uncomfortable feeling still plagued him. Before he could begin to analyze it, Tristan was chuckling, low at first, quiet in Amory’s ear, his body shaking against Amory’s chest. Tristan pulled back enough to look at him. His eyes sparkled with happiness, and Amory’s laughter bubbled up to join his friend’s.

The laughter eased the way as they fumbled for handkerchiefs, cleaned themselves up, and neatened their clothes again. Then they leaned against each other and the tree, still laughing a little. It was Amory who moved for another kiss. Both of them were grinning when their lips met, and they couldn’t seem to stop laughing as they kissed, as they kept kissing. But the laughter was soft and light, like the kisses, and Amory relaxed into them, wrapping his arms around Tristan. Telling himself he would think about everything later.

“Good afternoon, brother.”

The unexpected voice and its snide tone had Amory jerking away from the kiss. The back of his head thunked into the tree trunk behind him. Tristan jumped back, separating them much more effectively. Amory almost wished he hadn’t. The short distance between them seemed like a vast gulf, and Amory felt very alone as he straightened away from the tree and turned to face his older brother.

Alban’s handsome face was twisted in a sneer even more disgusted than the one he habitually wore when looking at Amory. He studied Amory and Tristan in silence while Amory struggled not to squirm. No use saying anything to Alban, he knew from bitter experience.

“Now I know why you wanted no part of that pretty little maid last week.” Disdain dripped from Alban’s every word. “You’re more of a disappointment than I thought. Worthless. How are you even my brother?”

With a shake of his head, Alban turned and strode away, likely heading directly for the house. Amory remained frozen for a long moment, not even blinking.

“He’s going to tell your father.” Tristan’s voice was flat, so different from its usual exuberant, almost musical quality. The shock of it broke Amory’s paralysis, and Amory turned to face him. Tristan still stared at the spot where Alban had stood.

“Yes, he is.” Amory ran a shaking hand through his hair and slumped back against the tree. Alban hadn’t hit him, which was a pleasant surprise, but the consequences were still going to be bad. How would Father react? With disappointment, certainly, but that was nothing new. Most likely with anger as well. However disgusted Alban was, their father would be ten times more so.

“Do you think they’ll tell my father?” Tristan turned fear-filled blue eyes on Amory.

“Tris.” Amory reached out. He couldn’t bear seeing him so afraid, and though he couldn’t say much to reassure him, he couldn’t stand by while Tristan was upset either.

But he stepped out of Amory’s reach. “Do you?”

Amory tried to hold back a flinch. “I don’t know.”

Tristan groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. “He can’t. I don’t know what my father will do if he finds out I prefer men. I’m his oldest son. I’m supposed to take over for him in the business, get married. Have sons to take over the family business after me.”

“You still can. All right, the children part would be difficult if you don’t marry someone who can carry them, but you can still take over the family business.” He didn’t bother mentioning that Tristan had four younger brothers and a younger sister. Surely at least one of them would have children someday who could inherit the family’s business if Tristan never had any of his own and his father insisted on an heir of their blood. But Tristan took his responsibilities as first son seriously. Too seriously. He wouldn’t want to hear that at the moment.

“Not if he disowns me.”

“Now you’re being dramatic. Preferring men is not illegal. It’s not wrong. Your father loves you. He’s proud of you, and you’ll be the same son he’s proud of after he finds out.”

“You don’t know that, Amory.”

No, he didn’t. But Tristan had a better chance of everything working out fine than Amory did. Tristan’s father was proud of his accomplishments, which was more than Amory could say.

“I may not, but I believe it will be all right. Don’t borrow trouble. My father and brother might be too busy killing me to remember to tell your father.”

Tristan huffed out a half laugh and whacked him on the shoulder. “Don’t joke about that.”

“Who’s joking?” Amory smiled crookedly. “Seriously, though, I do think everything will be all right with your father.” He took Tristan’s hand and squeezed and then let go before Tristan could pull away.

“Maybe. I need to go.”

“All right. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you.” Tristan slipped out of their little corner of the garden and was gone before Amory could get another word out. He tried not to think about how unsure Tristan’s parting words sounded. He didn’t want to lose Tristan. Not when he would likely need his friend more than ever.

He didn’t think Father would kill him, but he couldn’t rule out Father hitting him. It was partly why he was so surprised Alban hadn’t—his older brother was a perfect replica of their father in every way. But even without actual murder, Father could make Amory’s life miserable, and Amory wouldn’t be able to do anything until he came of age next week. A week seemed like a short time but was long enough for his father to…

He needed to think about his options. Father would never accept his preferences. Once his father knew, Amory’s time in his family’s house was limited. He hated to leave his younger siblings, especially Adeline, but he doubted he would have much of a choice. It might be best to leave before he was thrown out.

Sighing, he pushed himself away from the tree and started for the house. He hoped he could avoid Father long enough to spend a little time with Adeline and make some plans. And to get his hands to stop shaking.

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Meet the Author

Antonia Aquilante has been making up stories for as long as she can remember, and at the age of twelve, decided she would be a writer when she grew up. After many years and a few career detours, she has returned to that original plan. Her stories have changed over the years, but one thing has remained consistent—they all end in happily ever after.

She has a fondness for travel (and a long list of places she wants to visit and revisit), taking photos, family history, fabulous shoes, baking treats (which she shares with friends and family), and of course, reading. She usually has at least two books started at once and never goes anywhere without her Kindle. Though she is a convert to e-books, she still loves paper books the best, and there are a couple thousand of them residing in her home with her.

Born and raised in New Jersey, Antonia is living there again after years in Washington, DC and North Carolina for school and work. She enjoys being back in the Garden State but admits to being tempted every so often to run away from home and live in Italy.

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Release Blitz: Zero Divergence (Zero Hour #3) by Aimee Nicole Walker


Aimee Nicole Walker and Vibrant Promotions promote new release, Zero Divergence (Zero Hour #3)! Discover more about the latest from the popular series today!

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Zero Divergence
Zero Hour Series, Book 3
Aimee Nicole Walker
M/M Romance/Mystery
Release Date: 03.17.20
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Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Artist: Jay Aheer
Models: Jacob and Steven
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Blurb
Zero Divergence, noun: no deviation from a course or standard.
After a key piece of evidence goes missing, a suspected serial rapist and killer evades prosecution. More than Royce Locke’s reputation is on the line when his investigation into the failed chain of custody suggests Franco Humphries might’ve had inside help. There’s no one Royce trusts more than Sawyer Key to help him right a wrong and uncover the traitor in their midst, but can they do it before the Savannah Strangler strikes again?
Relentless plus fearless equals flawless. Sawyer and Royce have come full circle—from hostile strangers to best friends and lovers. Neither a sniper’s bullet nor an arsonist’s fire could keep them apart, but what about a psychopath hell-bent on revenge? The stakes are high, and there’s no turning back now because the zero hour is upon them. Tick tock.
Zero Divergence is the conclusion to the best-selling Zero Hour series, which follows Locke and Key’s investigations and evolving relationship. This is a series you MUST read in order. It contains mature language and sexual content intended for adults 18 and older.
Trigger warning: Part of the storyline involves coming to terms with a friend’s suicide, which may be difficult for some people to read.


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Royce’s brow went up. “I didn’t confess the many ways I plan to defile you after you take a nap.”

“I don’t need a nap.”God, it sounded like heaven though. “You also know that isn’t what I meant. I told you it’s okay if you want a different partner. Maybe it’s healthier for our relationship if we—”

Royce silenced him by pressing his lips gently against Sawyer’s. “You’re the only partner for me.”He pointed toward the door. “Out there,”Royce said, turning his finger around and pointing toward his heart, “and in here. That’s why I made you something special.”

“You did?”

Royce nodded and grinned shyly. “I can’t decorate for crap, but I made it with love.”He pressed a quick kiss against Sawyer’s lips, then stood up. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He returned a minute later with a cake carrier in one hand and two plates holding a cake knife and two forks in the other. Royce took off the lid and revealed a tall chocolate cake with chopped pecans sprinkled on top. Sawyer’s mouth immediately began watering. “Is that your mom’s cake recipe?”

“The one and only. Are you prepared to be wowed?”

“I just really want to shove my face in the cake,”Sawyer replied.

Royce laughed heartily. “Would you settle for a slice? I’d hate for you to wear chocolate in your gauze until your home health care nurse comes tomorrow to teach me the proper way to rebandage you in case of an emergency.”

“Shut up and feed me cake.”

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