tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44371357760669482212024-03-13T10:37:23.319-07:00Boy Meets Boy ReviewsQuirky, fun, and informative reviews of m/m books, plus other regular features such as author interviews, giveaways, and blog tours.Nico Jayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201515471866539244noreply@blogger.comBlogger5976125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437135776066948221.post-10645004862089261522022-11-04T11:00:00.003-07:002022-11-04T11:00:00.196-07:00Happy 9th Anniversary Unicorns!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Spooky Thrills & Sexy Chills—Explore the Worlds of Morgan Brice</strong></em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Welcome to Morgan's Brice's Halloween Tour.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Check out the first books in each of Morgan's different Spooky series.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: Urban fantasy MM paranormal romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title: <em>Witchbane</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Length: 246 pages (Also in audiobook)</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Seth Tanner swore to avenge his brother’s death. But when his quest for vengeance brings him to Richmond to stop a dark coven’s next ritual murder, he’s hell-bent on keeping Jackson Evan Malone from becoming the warlocks’ next victim. He just didn’t expect to fall in love with the man he’s sworn to protect.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Evan thinks Seth is crazy. Maybe that’s true—but Seth could still be right about the danger. Evan doesn’t believe in witches, and he’s still healing from past betrayals. He might trust Seth with his life—but what happens when he starts to fall for his handsome, dangerous protector?</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Witchbane is a supernatural, second chance at love thrill ride packed with hurt/comfort, deadly magic, immortal witches, determined hunters, spells and curses, true love, impressive explosions, spooky chills and sexy thrills!</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Love and vengeance. Seth Tanner swore to destroy the dark coven responsible for his brother's death. Falling in love with Evan Malone, the next intended victim, wasn't part of the plan. Now they hunt the warlocks from city to city, a deadly game of cat and mouse, outwitting supernatural enemies. On the road, in love, and on the run.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title: <em>Badlands</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Length: 286 pages</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Themes: found family, starting over, learning to trust, letting go of the past</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">A psychic and a skeptical homicide cop team up to hunt a supernatural killer in Myrtle Beach. Medium and clairvoyant Simon Kincaide owns a Myrtle Beach boardwalk shop where he runs ghost tours, holds séances, and offers private psychic readings, making a fresh start after his abilities cost him his lover and his job. Jaded cop Vic D’Amato saw something supernatural during a shootout and reporting it nearly cost him his badge. He’s still skeptical about the paranormal. But when the search for a serial killer hits a dead end, Vic battles his skepticism to ask Simon for help.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">As the body count rises, Simon’s involvement makes him a target, and a suspect. But Simon can’t say no, even if it costs him his life and heart.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Badlands is a thrill-packed urban fantasy MM paranormal romance with plenty of supernatural suspense, hurt/comfort, found family, ghosts, magic, a second chance at true love, spooky chills and sexy thrills!</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">A sexy psychic and a skeptical homicide cop team up to solve murders in Myrtle Beach. Simon Kincaide sees visions and talks to ghosts. Detective Vic D'Amato doesn't believe in woo-woo, but he's hit a dead end in the search for a serial killer. Can they work together to solve the case, or become the next victims?</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title: <em>Treasure Trail</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">A web of lies, danger, and deception might make Erik and Ben Cape May’s newest ghosts!</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Erik Mitchell traveled the world uncovering art fraud, which pitted him against spoiled billionaires, unscrupulous collectors, mobsters, and cartels. When a sting goes wrong, Erik is injured, and his relationship falls apart. He decides to stop globetrotting and buy an antique shop in scenic Cape May, NJ, rebuild his life, and nurse his broken heart.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Undercover Newark cop Ben Nolan went down in a hail of bullets when a bust went sideways after a tip-off from a traitor inside the department. When his aunt offers him the chance to take over her rental real estate business in Cape May, it seems too good to be true. Now, if he could just believe he could ever be lucky again in love.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Sparks fly when Erik and Ben meet. But a cursed hotel’s long-ago scandals resurface, setting off a dangerous chain of events that will test their bond—and might make them Cape May’s newest ghosts!</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Treasure Trail is a suspenseful MM paranormal romance mystery-adventure filled with second chance love, hurt/comfort, soulmates, awesome tattoos, dangerous secrets, restless ghosts, psychic visions, helpful witches, angry mobsters, and a haunted hotel.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Erik Mitchell gave up a jet setting career busting art thieves to run an antique shop in Cape May. Ben Nolan's a disillusioned Newark ex-cop running a vacation rental business. When their dangerous pasts and the town's Mob ghosts return to haunt them, can Erik and Ben solve the cold case killings without becoming ghosts themselves?</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Fast cars. Outlaw country boys. Snarky werewolves, vengeful ghosts, and menacing monsters.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Dawson King’s family has been hunting things that go bump in the night in Transylvania County, North Carolina, since before the Revolutionary War.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Dawson was never happier than when he was racing his souped-up Mustang along winding mountain roads and hunting monsters with his best friend, Grady. Then Grady fell in love with him, which should have been perfect since Dawson had already fallen hard for Grady.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">But Grady was only seventeen, and Dawson feared that sooner or later, Grady would realize his feelings were just a first crush, and then he’d be gone, leaving Dawson devastated. They both needed space to figure things out. So Dawson joined the army, while Grady stayed on the mountain.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Four years later, Dawson is coming home. He’s more sure than ever Grady is his forever love, and they’ve both agreed to begin this new aspect of their relationship as soon as Dawson gets back.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Then Grady’s father is killed in a werewolf hunt gone wrong. Grady is devastated, and he’s throwing mixed signals about moving forward. Dawson knows he needs to hold off on this new thing between them until Grady has time to grieve. But monsters never sleep, and one hunt after another throws Dawson and Grady into constant danger, while tension and unresolved feelings ripple between them.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Making it even harder, Dawson’s got a secret. He’s dreamed of death omens—which point to something stalking Grady. Can Dawson figure out who’s trying to kill Grady, save his life, and win back his heart?</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"> Fast cars. Outlaw country boys. Snarky werewolves, vengeful ghosts, and menacing monsters. A love that can't be denied. Dawson and Grady grew up together and fell in love, then life pulled them apart. They're trying to start over, but something deadly is stalking Grady. Can Dawson figure out who’s trying to kill Grady, save his life, and win back his heart?</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Length: 190 pages</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">A grieving wolf. A hunted fox. Fated mates, thrown together by chance, and the looming threat of a fabled Huntsman who might tear them apart forever.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Fox shifter Liam Reynard is running from a killer. He uproots his life to find sanctuary in Fox Hollow, deep in the Adirondack Forest in New York.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">When his car breaks down, sexy wolf shifter Russ Lowe comes to the rescue, and one touch makes it clear they’re fated mates. Neither man was looking for love, and both are still mending from past heartbreak. When mysterious fires and disappearances threaten Fox Hollow, Liam fears the killer is hot on his trail. Can he protect the town and his fated mate from the evil hunting him, or will an ex-lover’s betrayal cost Liam everything he loves?</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">The small town of Fox Hollow is a sanctuary for misfit shifters and psychics. A grieving wolf. A hunted fox. Fated mates, thrown together by chance, and the looming threat of a fabled Huntsman who might tear them apart forever. </p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!</p>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">For more m/m fun, check us out at www.boymeetsboyreviews.com!</div>Boy Meets Boy Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590207324716195882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437135776066948221.post-52434262498838462632022-10-30T12:00:00.155-07:002022-10-30T13:16:34.640-07:00Review: Bully for Sale (Heat for Sale #2) by Leta Blake<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1WAl5WWRubak9PuiQD6LUAfGtaSEOO1aGHqiTP9iTl_rkb8nPJDlGZGNbhvVjy5ssdftir7hDQfSNb5rIqtsMAy0rs__NP2iC-1fvmViGPneis3Wm2R8kCSNuya6MEwpGOwwO6SDjRkuH5yMIfP_41ddt17HFsuOoXFUmtclrR0F-hQuEJqazBVN/s500/zx.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1WAl5WWRubak9PuiQD6LUAfGtaSEOO1aGHqiTP9iTl_rkb8nPJDlGZGNbhvVjy5ssdftir7hDQfSNb5rIqtsMAy0rs__NP2iC-1fvmViGPneis3Wm2R8kCSNuya6MEwpGOwwO6SDjRkuH5yMIfP_41ddt17HFsuOoXFUmtclrR0F-hQuEJqazBVN/s320/zx.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p>
Bullied and outcast, Ezer has seen firsthand the cruelties of the world. He knows what’s expected from his kind—timid compliance and submission to his “betters.” But Ezer isn’t one to roll over and conform to the role society has forced upon him.<br /><br />
Despite his defiant nature, Ezer is coerced into partnering with a man of his father’s choosing. One his father promises will love and care for him for the rest of his life.<br /><br />
A night of nameless and faceless passion later, Ezer is horrified to find himself bound to Ned, a bully who has done so much to make his life hell. Ezer’s determined to hate Ned but he can’t help the way his body craves his touch.<br /><br />
Ned is young, privileged, and hopelessly in love with Ezer. Too bad his pack of so-called “friends” have targeted Ezer for torment. Ned has a lot of regrets, but none greater than his role in Ezer’s misery. When Ned’s offered the contract of a lifetime, he sees it as the only way forward with the man he loves.<br /><br />
The dual biological drives of heat and its aftermath might be all that’s keeping them close now, but Ned is determined to prove he’s worthy of Ezer’s love.<br /><br />
While Ezer is just as determined not to fall for his bully.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11YjDZHcSe0SKetuc0HMATQuf33cvKJiqSKOOQLhDT6r-68npuKifN6qsm0LigeuoWAZyIughfXU8t1BliDEHx8foACiDMxoFTQrUJq2KpjMiR9ouEhGmTf6jP_KGAykwKgHUu9PLqKH_WuZFb9e3KezLmiEwR7hTSx1SJoN1jyq3pPkKnIwNfnfb/s203/3.75.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="48" data-original-width="203" height="48" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg11YjDZHcSe0SKetuc0HMATQuf33cvKJiqSKOOQLhDT6r-68npuKifN6qsm0LigeuoWAZyIughfXU8t1BliDEHx8foACiDMxoFTQrUJq2KpjMiR9ouEhGmTf6jP_KGAykwKgHUu9PLqKH_WuZFb9e3KezLmiEwR7hTSx1SJoN1jyq3pPkKnIwNfnfb/s1600/3.75.png" width="203" /></a></div><p> <br /></p><p><i>Bully for Sale</i> is the second addition to the Heat for Sale series. If you haven't read book #1- <i>Heat for Sale</i> (I suggest you do- the <a href="https://boymeetsboyreviews.blogspot.com/2021/09/audiobook-review-heat-for-sale-heat-for.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">audiobook</a> is fantastic!) The books can be read as standalone.</p><p>Leta Blake is definitely one of the few published authors' A/B/O that I can read and tolerate. If you're not familiar with the omegaverse the author set up, women do not exist, men can be carriers (omegas), while betas are relatively human and alphas are the top of the chain, with their knots and life saving semen. Omegas have less rights and are treated as breeding machines mostly. Let's get the triggers out the way: <b>attempted rape, dubious consent, eating disorder.</b></p><p>In this newest addition, the main characters are still in high school. (Don't worry, they're all legal.) Omega Ezer Fersee is nineteen, dyslexic and the bane of his wealthy alpha parent. His omega parent has been kicked out of their home, his older omega brothers seem to care only for themselves and he has know one. And to top it off, he's bullied mercilessly and labeled as the 'weird kid'. After an attempted rape by three rich alpha bullies, Ezer's life couldn't get any worse right? Wrong. Wealthy omegas usually have their heats and bodies sold to the higher bidder or Ezer's family's case, an arranged 'heat cycle'. But the person who is chosen for him... one his alpha bullies, Ned Clearwater. </p><p>Ned is a coward and a follower, two bad combinations to have in life in my opinion. He's idealistic and romantic. And fell for Ezer the moment he saw him. Ned is trying to redeem himself and that's the crux of his arc for the majority of the book. He was loathsome and he's trying to better himself. He's a gentle giant that isn't too set in his ways that he can't be changed as he enters adulthood. I'm not a fan of cowards and Ned most certainly is one. But, he's likeable too. </p><p>Ezer is prickly and remains true to his self for the book too. He's had a crap hand dealt to him and he learns more about himself, you can't help but feel sorry for him too. </p><p>Essentially, this is new adult, but the adults in their lives are their puppet masters and they get thrown into too many adult things that they're not ready for. There is smut but since most of it due to their biology, I wouldn't say it was gratuitous. They need it at a molecular level. ;) <br /></p><p><b>Why not rate it higher?</b> While the story is paced pretty quick despite being 404 pages, the romance is mainly one sided for the majority of the book. (Which for me, works for the characters especially with the way Ezer is portrayed.) Thankfully, there's an epilogue! But we don't get to read the changes Ned needs to go through on page.I don't mind bully romances but something about Ned's cowardly ways got under my skin a bit.</p><p>Overall, it's a solid new adult story. I was happy Heat for Sale's main characters (Heath and Adrien) showed up a for a few. I did like the pair.</p><p>P.S. I do hope there's a story for each of the adult Fersee brothers, especially Shan. I'm so anxious at all the possibilities that could happen with Ezer's family. </p><p><br /></p><p><i>A copy provided for an honest review.</i><br /></p>
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<a href="https://stevenpizikscom.netfirms.com/?page_id=314" target="_blank"><center><img alt="Resurrection Men - Steven Harper" height="640" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/COVER-Resurrection-Men.jpg" width="427" /></center></a><p></p><p>Steven Harper has a new MM historical romance out: Resurrection Men. And there's a giveaway.</p><p></p><p>Arthur Tor steals the dead for a living. As a resurrection man, he creeps around graveyards with his shovel, hoping to dig up corpses so he can sell them to the local medical college and pay his tuition there. He also holds a strange position in underground society. If someone is dying a slow, painful death, the family members come to Arthur and beg him to end their loved one's pain. Arthur can never refuse, and he helps the dying cross the threshold without more pain in a process he calls the Black Rounds. Unfortunately, the local judge has gotten wind of Arthur's activities and has sworn to send him to prison—or the hangman's noose.</p><p></p><p>Jesse Fair has fled his corrupt family in Baltimore and landed in Ypsilanti, Michigan, where he becomes the town gravedigger and, eventually, the undertaker. He works hard to help grieving families through their pain with warmth and compassion. Some of these families make odd requests for their dearly departed, and Jesse discovers that the undertaker often has to deal with the absurd side of death. But his nefarious family is still searching for him. Relentlessly. And once they find him, Jesse will have to make a terrible choice.</p><p></p><p>When Jesse catches Arthur in the act of robbing a grave, the two of them form a strange friendship and even stranger partnership that digs deep into social taboos—and into their own souls.</p><p></p><p>In his first book since his critically-acclaimed novel The Importance of Being Kevin, Steven Harper spins a heartfelt, uplifting story of suspense, life, and love against the backdrop of a Michigan town at the edge of the frontier.</p><p></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://stevenpizikscom.netfirms.com/?page_id=314" target="_blank">Universal Buy Link</a></h2><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Giveaway</b></p><p></p><p>Steven is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card:</p><p></p><p><a class="rcptr" data-raflid="b60e8d47262" data-template="" data-theme="classic" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47262/" id="rcwidget_9ubzae84" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script></p><p></p><p>Link: <a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47262/?" target="_blank">http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47262/?</a></p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Excerpt</b></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>CHAPTER ONE</b></p><p>A resurrection man watched the funeral, and his expression was hungry. He stood behind the huddle of funeral-goers clustered around the grave and didn't speak with anyone, which was how Jesse spotted him. Dead giveaway, so to say. Jesse stared at him from the corner of one dark eye. The resurrection man wasn't yet twenty. Brown as a dead tree. Straight brown hair under a frayed brown cap, long nose, sharp jaw, long brown coat mended twice, worn brown shoes that were nonetheless carefully polished. Someone who was used to hiding who he was.</p><p></p><p>The resurrection man met Jesse's eye for a flick. He had good eyes, that one—clear and blue and strong—and Jesse touched his cap in salute. Jesse had a gravedigger's build, wiry and a little short, able to throw an eight-pound shovelful of dirt six feet toward heaven, and he could hold his own in a fight against two men half again his height. The resurrection man was taller, whipcord, and Jesse bet he wore gloves to keep his hands clean when he robbed night-time graves. No one who saw him by day would know what he did at night.</p><p></p><p>When their eyes met, blue on brown, it created something interesting and indefinable, like that boundary moment when water touches a burning coal, or warm ocean air brushes chilly shore. The resurrection man looked away. Jesse clicked his tongue in mischief—and the chance to make some money.</p><p></p><p>The coffin rested on a pair of beams set across the grave Jesse had dug only that morning. Jesse always put a scattering of sawdust and few pine branches in the bottom of his graves so the coffin wouldn't rest on dirt. It made no difference to the deceased, mind you, but it made the family feel better. Two solemn boys pulled the beams away, and the pall bearers lowered the coffin with ropes braced around their necks like pulleys while the preacher said his final bit. While all this was going on, the resurrection man slipped away, confirming Jesse's suspicions that the man was a grave robber who knew the best time to leave was when the family was occupied.</p><p></p><p>As the family drifted off, Jesse barely overheard a man and a woman in conversation. The woman murmured, "He won't get up and come after us, do you? He's stubborn enough to try."</p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">"Jesus, I hope not," the man muttered back. "That copper-plated sumbitch was bad enough when he was alive. I can't think what he'd be like lurching around dead."</p><p>Death brought out the truth among the living. Jesse looked in the direction the resurrection man had taken and gave himself a private nod. It was going to be an interesting evening.</p><p></p><p>Jesse finished filling the grave of Mr. Elmer Pitt (b. 1803, d. 1889), then went home to the little shack he occupied at the edge of Highland Cemetery, made himself a pot of strong coffee on his bachelor stove, dropped a slug of Irish in it, and waited until sunset. When the early autumn night slid in cozy among the gravestones, Jesse put his shovel back over his shoulder and strolled toward the grave of Elmer Pitt. There was time to enjoy the walk and think about how to spend the money he would shake out of the resurrection man. It had been a while since he'd passed a good night's drinking and fighting at a pool hall. Or maybe he'd buy a new pair of boots.</p><p></p><p>The trek was easy. Didn't matter that it was dark. Jesse had dug plenty of graves in Highland Cemetery and knew the place like the end of his shovel. He even had a map of the place tacked to the wall of his shack, with every grave picked out in careful precision. People thought that graveyards laid out the dead in neat, cornfield rows, but Highland's graves made a swirling mosaic that twisted around the hills and trees, creating stars and flowers and teardrops that only god and Jesse's map could see. Jesse had taken over as the main gravedigger in Ypsilanti from Mr. Suggs two years ago. Mr. Suggs himself currently rested in a grave well back from the road that Jesse himself had dug with extra care. Jesse didn't run the cemetery—that job belonged to the great and gloomy Frederick Huff, who issued daily orders from the caretaker's house and only emerged to complain at Billy Cake and the other fellows who worked the cemetery. But it was Jesse who dug the graves.</p><p></p><p>Highland Cemetery had opened twenty-some years ago, a little ways before Jesse was born, and it had stolen away all the business from Prospect Cemetery. Didn't seem to matter that Prospect was half a mile closer to downtown Ypsilanti, with its growing Normal School and expanding railroad system. Prospect still failed to prosper.</p><p></p><p>Problem was, Prospect had both proven too small, so the city had bought a big chunk of loamy hillside outside Ypsilanti and named it Highland Cemetery. The local Catholic community had been scandalized at the idea of sharing eternity with Protestants and even Lutherans, so they had bought a bit of land right across the road for their own dead, keeping Mr. Suggs, and now Jesse, busy digging graves for both. Meanwhile, the townsfolk stopped using Prospect Cemetery entire, and no one seemed interested in paying Jesse Fair or Billy Cake to even trim its trees, so these days the verge ran wild. The inhabitants didn't complain.</p><p></p><p>It was a serpent night, with the chill breeze hissing in the leaves. Jesse wound through the stones until he came to the new grave of Elmer Pitt. The thin glow of a little lantern on the ground illuminated the markers from the bottom up, and the familiar quiet sound of a wooden shovel biting earth came to Jesse's ears. Resurrection men always used wooden shovels. They made less noise. Jesse crept closer.</p><p></p><p>The resurrection man had already made good headway and was knee-deep in the ground at the head of the grave. Two canvas drop cloths lay beside him, one to catch the dirt, and the other to receive Elmer Pitt. Jesse noted the well-worn leather gloves covering the resurrection man's hands. The man also had a crowbar and a length of rope.</p><p></p><p>"So you're from the University Medical School," Jesse said in the dark.</p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Author Bio</b></p><p></p><p><a href="https://stevenpizikscom.netfirms.com/?page_id=314"></a></p><center><a href="https://stevenpizikscom.netfirms.com/?page_id=314"><img alt="Steven Harper" height="445" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/AUTHOR-PIC-Resurrection-Men-Steven-Harper.jpg" width="500" /></a></center><p></p><p><i>Steven Harper Piziks was born with a last name no one can reliably spell or pronounce, so he usually writes under the name Steven Harper. He grew up on a farm in Michigan but has also lived in Wisconsin and Germany and spent extensive time in Ukraine.</i></p><p></p><p><i>So far, he’s written more than two dozen novels and over fifty short stories and essays. When not writing, he plays the folk harp, lifts weights, and spends more time on-line than is probably good for him. He teaches high school English in southeast Michigan, where he lives with his husband. His students think he’s hysterical, which isn’t the same as thinking he’s funny.</i></p><p></p><p>Author Website: <a href="http://www.stevenpiziks.com/">http://www.stevenpiziks.com</a></p><p></p><p>Author Facebook (Personal): <a href="https://www.facebook.com/steven.piziks">https://www.facebook.com/steven.piziks</a></p><p></p><p>Author Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/StevenPiziks">https://twitter.com/StevenPiziks</a></p><p></p><p>Author Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/250784.Steven_Harper">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/250784.Steven_Harper</a></p><p></p><p></p><center><img alt="Other Worlds Ink logo" height="340" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/LOGO-Other-Worlds-Ink.jpg" width="340" /></center><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">For more m/m fun, check us out at www.boymeetsboyreviews.com!</div>Boy Meets Boy Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590207324716195882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437135776066948221.post-43726294117470665192022-10-29T05:00:00.018-07:002022-10-29T05:00:00.215-07:00Release Blitz + Giveaway: Criminal by Proxy by S.E. 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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: Criminal by Proxy</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: S.E. Smyth</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>:<b> </b>NineStar Press</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: 10/25/2022</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 2 - Fade to Black Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Female/Female</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 75700</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, Coming out, college, criminals, dark, doctors, enemies/rivals to lovers, established couple, friends to lovers, gender-bending, hurt/comfort, illness/disease, in the closet, law enforcement, lawyers, medical personnel, mental illness, over 40, prison, private detective, reunited, revenge, road trip, security guards, soulmates, tear-jerker, therapist, UST</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Description</b></h1><p>Christine is on the hunt to find out more about her great aunt, Rose, hoping to decipher their severed relationship and the murder Rose committed, for which June is in prison. With a stroke leaving Rose incapacitated, it’s a rush against time to find the truth.</p><p>Things are doubly complicated when Christine’s girlfriend Terrie is accused of assaulting someone. Nervous about what she might do next, Christine and her friends avoid Terrie. With everything at stake, Christine must stick to the cold hard facts, reminding herself not to let her emotions get in the way.</p><p>Christine must evaluate everything happening in her life. The weight of the events buried by her aunt so many years before and the shame of the actions of the love of her life rest squarely on her. If the eyes of the law are always 20/20, how do love, emotion, and insecurities distort fact?</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>Criminal by Proxy<br />SE Smyth © 2022<br />All Rights Reserved</p><p>Dear Rose</p><p>“I loved her… That’s what I tell myself at least,” June uttered. Her exertion, her plea, resonated. “I told her that…yelled across the courtroom…in 1968, the day I went to prison, and I’ve said it a thousand times since.”</p><p>June had been a psychiatrist years ago, but Christine was the one listening now, decades later.</p><p>Christine was pretending to be a law student to get information, clarity on historical facts about the actions of her great-aunt Rose from the time she was in a mental hospital in the late 1950s. Her aunt, who was in her seventies, was not in Christine’s direct blood line but rather the child of her grandmother’s sister. She’d lived with Christine’s aunts and uncles and family from a young age, nonetheless. Christine had gathered scattered details in bits and pieces all her life. Every other family holiday or so, some new bit of information would surface. But she never asked. It was something everyone quietly avoided to begin with.</p><p>June had been Rose’s psychiatrist at one point while she was in a mental hospital. Sometime after she was released, she’d moved in with June, and they had developed a relationship. Rose had ended up shooting and killing a man, but Christine was confused about the chain of events and who was to blame. June was in prison, and Rose had been free since 1972.</p><p>Several letters followed the initial blunt hello letter to June. In those, they discussed basic things Christine got wrong and developed a loose friendship. After about four letters, Christine suggested a meeting. June recommended an interview room since she was a student, and Christine went about finding out if it was possible.</p><p>In an act of indiscretion, she set up an appointment to see the infamous June, someone she had recently found out to be Aunt Rose’s ex-lover. This interview, her time in the room with a prisoner who held a life sentence, was dedicated to asking questions to elucidate events from decades ago, that her aunt Rose never discussed.</p><p>Christine attempted to gauge if June was telling the truth. She needed to know if the legal decision was warranted. She was sure if she listened very carefully, she could figure out if June actually did love Aunt Rose and if the correct decision had been made in the courtroom in 1968. All this, Christine attempted to assess with a conversation. She would have an answer by the end of the conversation. It was her only objective.</p><p>June wasn’t the same person she had been years ago—when June had loved Aunt Rose and Aunt Rose had presumably loved her. That fact stuck out. Christine’s initial assessment was any flame June still held for Aunt Rose was one-sided.</p><p>June only half faced her, sitting sideways on the chair, the corner of which stuck out between her legs. June glanced over her shoulder. She held a waning seventy years in her limbs, but she still glowed with energy. Christine didn’t mind she threw a sneer down across her nose. Christine pried and chipped at information at first, but the conversation soon flowed more smoothly.</p><p>Christine had first heard about June from her great-aunt, who kicked up old memories and dropped them right away. Christine let her get away with her excuses—she didn’t remember. June was her aunt’s ex-lover. She mentioned she was in prison. That was everything her aunt would tell her. Christine had found out June was labeled a criminal by the media. She was a prisoner with a life sentence. Aunt Rose had fired the gun, but they’d given the slot in prison to June. Christine imagined her day, filled with bitter resentment for her free ex-lover. The lover who didn’t contact her. There had to be bad blood. Christine eyed her goal at this point—information. She needed to know what had happened. Christine was interrogating her, asking her to relive it for a law school report, what she thought about the case so many years later. Unfairly picking at issues June wasn’t ready to answer, she continued the questions.</p><p>June went on, describing everything in bits and pieces. She would pause and continue, restart with irrelevant comments, diverting the conversation. “It was different all that time ago. All the hoopla over something agreed to be truth. If someone thought you were a lesbian and if they caught you, arms were up in the air—sirens roared. It was a travesty, and something was done about it.” June continued on about the past, how people thought of her and talked about her.</p><p>She spoke about the past as if events weren’t real, as if life were a story she was reading to children, the grim side of a fairy tale. Off and on, June would shift, indicating her tongue had taken her too far. She shouldn’t have let the full story go. Her knowledge was an out-of-body reflection, too real. The trauma showed through.</p><p>Christine’s life of rumors, her life, seemed trivial. Three close friends gossiped about Christine and the woman she’d slept with last summer, Amy. Her friends told her to move on, but she wouldn’t let the friendship go. They said, “She’ll mess you up.” It was still the same shameful behavior: whispered gossip, stern talks, and scandalous goings-on. Her reality was different from June’s in that Christine didn’t have the same amount to lose. Nothing was a malicious, life-ruining assault.</p><p>“We were taking risks. Real risks. Higher stakes than today. I didn’t want to change the world or loosen people’s opinions. I wanted love. She gave me that. So, what else was I supposed to do?” June said. She grabbed at short tufts of hair at the base of her head.</p><p>“What people were doing was so important. I don’t want to say it wasn’t. We had love, and we wanted to keep it. We fought that battle every day from our apartment, from our place of work. In a way, very quietly, but we fought. We certainly didn’t change the minds of the world when the murder happened. We acknowledged how strong our love was before the murder. It was so well bonded that I still love her now, after all these years.” Her words softened and rounded as she spoke again about her love. She dipped her head as if the frown that extended cheek to cheek were pulling it down.</p><p>Wrinkles emerged in the corners of June’s eyes as Christine tapped her pencil. Christine stopped to cease any errant irritation. When Christine tried to bring June back and force her to be present, talk about the case, June’s vocal qualities changed.</p><p>The soft voice June spoke with when talking about the past and love disappeared into one of an aged woman when she spoke about what was going on in her life now. “You see. They all believe me in here now. I love her. My friends in prison. It’s okay to be gay, even though it definitely wasn’t when they locked me up.”</p><p>Christine sat stiffly as a board in the chair listening to June, catching every word. As she performed the gesture, she committed to brushing off immature and unserious actions, those not indicative of a law student. She was already in a precarious balance with June, a relaxed new friend facing a studious law student—both skeptical of masked lies, strangers in an unfamiliar room. Christine’s great-aunt Rose was dying. Who was this woman she kept speaking of?</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase</b></h1>
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</b></h1><p>S.E. Smyth is a versatile author putting words into the world. The stories she tells are never exactly how they happened. Elusive as she proclaims she is, you can usually find her nose buried in primary sources plotting a story. Despite persisting historical references, she wholeheartedly believes she lives in the present.</p><p>She resides in a smaller sort of town in Pennsylvania, carries heavy things for her wife, rubs cat bellies, and can often be seen taking brisk walks. The household is certain there is something odd going on. She and her wife travel when the air is right looking for antique stores, bike trails, and the perfect beach. S.E. rises unnecessarily early and usually falls asleep by 9 p.m.</p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sesmythauthor.com/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Website</a> | <a href="http://www.facebook.com/sesmythauthor" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Facebook</a> | <a href="http://www.twitter.com/SE_Smyth" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Twitter</a></h2>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;">Triple Intent<span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:15px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'docs-Calibri';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;"> by Kristian Parker</span></h1>
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<h3 class="group-link" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>General Release Date: 25th October 2022</i></b></h3><p style="text-align: center;">Word Count: <span class="info-value">50,237</span><br />Book Length: <span class="info-value">NOVEL</span><br />Pages: <span class="info-value">230</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">GENRES:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="info-value">BILLIONAIRE<br />CONTEMPORARY<br />EROTIC ROMANCE<br />GAY<br />GLBTQI<br />MÉNAGE AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS<br />MULTICULTURAL</span></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61971076-triple-intent" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Add to Goodreads</a></h2>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Book Description</b></h1><p><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/978-1-83943-225-5_TripleIntent_500x800.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" class="wp-image-96785 size-medium alignleft" height="300" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/978-1-83943-225-5_TripleIntent_500x800-188x300.jpg" width="188" /></a></p><p><i></i><em>When a billionaire and his assistant bring change to the village, Michael has to adapt…</em></p><p>The future’s uncertain for Michael Fleming. He came to the sleepy Yorkshire village of Napthwaite a year ago as Thorpe Hall’s gardener, but now the Hall’s been sold…to billionaire hotelier Darryl Burlington.</p><p>When self-made Darryl and his handsome French assistant, François Vernier, come to set up the new property acquisition, they plan to find a willing third party to share their bed. Darryl and François aren’t together, but they like to celebrate success. But instead of indulging themselves in a treat after their hard work, they trigger events which no one could have foreseen.</p><p>This chain reaction Darryl, François and Michael leads to big changes in Napthwaite—and in all three men’s lives…</p><p><em>Reader advisory: This book contains instances of homophobia, and the deaths of a character and an animal.</em></p><p><i></i>
</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>Even in December, the Greek sunlight streamed through a chink in the curtains, painting the bed in heat. François Vernier stretched out in the Egyptian cotton sheets and tried to ignore the dull thud of a hangover playing in his brain. They had started the party early, yet it felt like he’d only just put his head down.</p><p>A very disorientated Darryl Burlington emerged from under the duvet with a lop-sided grin. “Merry Christmas, François.”</p><p>The nausea came rapidly, and François had to lay his head on the pillow again. “<em>Joyeux Noel.</em>”</p><p>Darryl plumped his pillows and sat up. “What a night, eh?”</p><p>François nodded. “I need coffee. You want?”</p><p>Not waiting for a reply, he got out of bed and padded over to the kitchen area of the vast suite Darryl had taken where he made himself busy grinding some beans. The view down to the Ionian Sea took his breath away and once the machine bubbled into life, he took it all in.</p><p>Kefalonia was a small island on the west coast of Greece. François had been to many other Greek islands but never this one. He couldn’t wait to return in the summer when it would be warm enough to dive into those blue waters. François prided himself on always being a participant and hated being a spectator.</p><p>Ever impatient, he waited until just enough coffee for two cups had brewed. Filling them, he ignored the hissing sound of more dripping onto the hot plate.</p><p>He went through to the bedroom. Darryl hadn’t moved. As fresh as a daisy, he grinned at him. Darryl believed hangovers were for the weak. François didn’t dare glance in the mirror that covered half a wall. But Darryl had insisted on partying into the night so he would have to take him as he found him.</p><p>“What are we doing today?” Darryl asked.</p><p>François handed him his cup and opened the curtains a little. He didn’t care if anyone saw him naked. It would give them an early Christmas treat. He’d been turning heads since he’d been in his pram. His mother told him that when she’d pushed him through town, people would stop and speak to him. If they were lucky, he would reward them with a smile. Some days he wouldn’t.</p><p>He blew on his coffee and took a sip. The hangover had become a little more insistent, and he regretted making quite so many plans for today. “George said he would take us out on the boat. Everywhere is closed, so I thought a picnic somewhere lovely then back here for dinner.”</p><p>Darryl nodded.</p><p>François went over to his bag that lay on the chair. He rummaged inside and retrieved the gift he had kept secret. “Merry Christmas.”</p><p>He handed it to a surprised Darryl. “I thought we weren’t doing gifts. I haven’t got you anything.”</p><p>François shrugged and ignored the feeling in his heart. Darryl ripped off the paper and revealed the monogrammed leather notebook from Aspinal.</p><p>“Oh, François. I love it. Thank you.”</p><p>Darryl reached out his hand for François. He sat down on the bed, and they hugged each other awkwardly.</p><p>“Ah you’re awake. I thought you two were going to sleep all of Christmas Day.”</p><p>François spun round to see Ezio, the Greek barman they had picked up the night before. He stood in the doorway wearing just a towel. His thick curly hair dripped water onto his furry chest, the inviting glint in his eye that had first prompted Darryl to send François over with their indecent proposal still very much in place.</p><p>“François?” Darryl said, licking his lips. “Tell George not to bother with the boat. I think we should stay at home today.”</p><p>He pulled the duvet aside, letting the notebook fall to the floor. François glanced momentarily at the gift lying there before putting on his game face.</p><p>“Yes, boss. Sounds good to me.”</p><p>Ezio dropped the towel, revealing the delights they had enjoyed all night long. François’ cock twitched. Darryl probably had a point. A day on the high seas would only make him seasick. He walked over and kissed Ezio.</p><p>“That’s right, boys,” Darryl said. He put his hands behind his head, licking his lips. “Give me a Christmas show.”</p>Buy Links
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<h2><a href="https://www.firstforromance.com/index.php?route=product/author/info&author_id=11756" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Kristian Parker</a></h2><h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxnKUTsbH3m-xkmBBKvKWHwXn0lb1suyLVKz6zJkCW8jqiObD9NSql0F23eCO1n3EjoK5fLX3m-rfNjtx8NKCJzCFfddDiOFzj5kp7rqlTJUGJoGkoMK2Xh5mwiWdJtuFb0McfZoVFnbm_hCNvKmL2wihdp9HYiopPNc5M_Me0iCLyaiExQK9JmQS/s300/KP%20Profile-300x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="299" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxnKUTsbH3m-xkmBBKvKWHwXn0lb1suyLVKz6zJkCW8jqiObD9NSql0F23eCO1n3EjoK5fLX3m-rfNjtx8NKCJzCFfddDiOFzj5kp7rqlTJUGJoGkoMK2Xh5mwiWdJtuFb0McfZoVFnbm_hCNvKmL2wihdp9HYiopPNc5M_Me0iCLyaiExQK9JmQS/s1600/KP%20Profile-300x400.jpg" width="299" /></a></div></h2><p>I have written for as long as I could write. In fact, before, when I would dictate to my auntie. I love to read, and I love to create worlds and characters.</p><p>I live in the English countryside. When I’m not writing, I like to get out there and think through the next scenario I’m going to throw my characters into.</p><p>Inspiration can be found anywhere, on a train, in a restaurant or in an office. I am always in search of the next character to find love in one of my stories. In a world of apps and online dating, it is important to remember love can be found when you least expect it.</p><p>Follow Kristian on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kparkerwriter" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Facebook</a>.</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><b>Giveaway</b></h1><p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: The Oracle's Current</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Series</b>: Oracle, Book Six</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Mell Eight</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>:<b> </b>NineStar Press</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: 10/25/2022</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 2 - Fade to Black Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 18800</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, anthropomorphic, mythical creatures/dragons, magic users, hurt/comfort, royalty</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Description</b></h1><p>Lichen grew up dreaming he was going to test into the Earth Caste. But when he walked out of the testing chamber with the brown hair of Earth and the blue eyes of Water, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. Instead of his dream, he tested into the elusive Ether Caste, which made him both a cherished wonder and a pariah. Unable to handle the strange mixture of adoration and abhorrence from his peers, Lichen leaves the Monastery with the hope of finding some sort of happiness.</p><p>But, when tragedy strikes the Monastery, Lichen fears he won’t be of much help. He still wants to lend a helping hand, or at least a shoulder to cry on, but the quest the Oracle sends him on instead is much more important—so important, in fact, that dying to ensure the success of his mission is a real possibility.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>The Oracle’s Current<br />Mell Eight © 2022<br />All Rights Reserved</p><p>Water was unpredictable, constantly moving and changing. The Oracle knew that all too well. And yet, that fluidity was forever confined. The water balances were the cruelest of all the Castes. Water moved as much as Air, always somewhere different within the next hour, but Air could go anywhere while Water could not.</p><p>Earth dictates the flow of water. That was perhaps the worst of the balances. Water fought against it as much as possible, carving and smoothing the earth, but it never broke free. The Oracle’s Water Dragons never broke free.</p><p>Until the terrible moment they finally found the only way to escape, and the Oracle was never sure if she ought to rejoice with them or cry for them.</p><p>The twins were cherubic the first time she saw them. They were adorable toddlers with blond hair, bright-blue eyes, and wide smiles. To the awe of their parents, she had gently placed her hands on their foreheads, and listened.</p><p>The girl child would grow up strong and beautiful. She would be loved by everyone as a child, spoiled in the arms of her adoring fans. She would make people laugh with a smile and brighten a room just by entering it. She was a Water child. Her personality flowed gently like a stream, burbled like a brook, and shined under the warm sunlight.</p><p>Then she would test into her Caste and walk out of the testing chamber with the Dragon of Water tattooed across her back. Her hair would turn three different shades of blue, shifting constantly like water continuously moving through a stream. But every stream eventually hit the turbulence of rapids as it flowed over jutting rocks and debris. Her status would eventually lead to a treacherous waterfall and death on the rocks at the bottom. But that was her freedom, her escape, from her restrictions as the Dragon of Water.</p><p>Her brother would be a different story. He was shy and happy to allow his sister to take the limelight. He was akin to a small lake tucked into a mountain grove where only the few and privileged could find and enjoy his existence. He would grow up in the shadow of his twin sister, and he would be happy with his lot. Until his testing. His sister would walk out of the testing chambers the Dragon of Water. He would enter the chambers moments later with high expectations, but he would walk out with a uniform blue back and nothing more. Not even a ripple to destroy the endless pool of blue. He would share the same blue hair as his sister, but the similarities would end there.</p><p>His tattoo was of the deep sea. It was empty of creatures or landmarks. Only the currents, constantly changing with the tides, graced his back. The Oracle knew of the potential there, that eventually something lost would swim into view and find a home, but no one else did. How could one twin test so highly and the other so poorly? The Masters would ask that question incessantly.</p><p>He slipped back into the shadows of his sister’s life and watched as she was destroyed.</p><p>The Oracle’s Monastery was sick, her Masters poisoned by greed and power. They wanted things his sister couldn’t give but took those things anyway. A faction of men offered themselves up like geese to the slaughter in the belief that lying with the Dragon of Water would bring them extra prestige in their Castes. If she had their child, their prestige would double. So they heckled her and followed her around. It was the norm. Enough women did the same whenever a man tested extremely high, so no one attempted to help her.</p><p>A different, but no less obnoxious, faction believed it was the duty of every strong Caste member to have as many children as they could. A child of the Dragon of Water would no doubt test strongly, as had proven true in the past. They conveniently forgot all the times a child with presumed pedigree did not test well and so continued in their quest to force the Dragon of Water to have as many children as she could.</p><p>The Oracle did try to help the twins, but some futures were set in stone, and all she really did was prolong the pain. She sent both twins away on quest after quest, hoping they would find somewhere new to live and not return to the Monastery, like her Hatchling eventually had. But she could see the inevitable future and knew that wouldn’t happen.</p><p>And then, one day, the end came. She had been the Dragon of Water for barely five years, but it was five years too many for the poor woman. The Masters found her body at the foot of a high cliff. She had jumped far from the water and ended the constant harassment in the only way the Oracle saw possible. The Dragon of Water died horribly, but at the same time, she was finally free from the responsibility and harassment that had been part of her life from the moment she stepped from the testing chamber.</p><p>Her brother had been swimming deep in the ocean, flirting with the whales and the giant jellyfish deep below the surface. He emerged at the beach at a run. He was naked; the deep-sea salt ruined any clothes he wore, so he now swam without. The Oracle had also felt the Dragon of Water’s death and had left the Monastery with her cadre of protective Masters to find the body. The Dragon of Water’s brother arrived at the foot of the cliff just as the Oracle did. He rushed forward to touch his sister, one hand pressing gently against her exposed back. It was one of the few places that wasn’t completely disfigured by the long fall. There was a flash of blue, and the dragon vanished.</p><p>He stood and glared at the Masters who surrounded her. “This is your fault,” he snarled at the Master of Tides to her left. “You harassed her endlessly, pestering her until she broke.”</p><p>The Oracle hated her Masters in that moment, as the pain in his voice washed over them all. He spun away, heading back to the beach. On his back the image of the deep sea still floated by serenely, but tucked away in the distance she saw where her Dragon of Water slept.</p><p>He wouldn’t return to the Monastery for a long time, her new Dragon of Water, but he would return a happier man. She hoped. In the meantime, she would have to do something about the selfish Masters so a different future would be available for the next generation of Dragons. Her Dragons of Earth and Air were working hard to fix the Monastery, but they couldn’t fix everything in so short a time. The Oracle would focus on helping the Dragons that were slowly making a difference, and continue hoping for the best for her new Dragon of Water. Hope was really all she had left for him at this point.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase</b></h1>
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When Mell Eight was in high school, she discovered dragons. Beautiful, wondrous creatures that took her on epic adventures both to faraway lands and on journeys of the heart. Mell wanted to create dragons of her own, so she put pen to paper. Mell Eight is now known for her own soaring dragons, as well as for other wonderful characters dancing across the pages of her books. While she mostly writes paranormal or fantasy stories, she has been seen exploring the real world once or twice.
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: Marisburg Connections</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Series</b>: Marisburg Chronicles 6</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Emily Carrington</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>: Changeling Press LLC</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: October 24</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 4 - Lots of Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 111 pages</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Romance, New Adult, Contemporary, Medical Romance, Gay, Multicultural & Interracial</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Synopsis</b></h1><p>Marisburg Connections: Four couples from Marisburg share a connection that’s stronger than anything the universe -- or even a small town -- can put in their way.</p><p>Sunlight (Marisburg Connections 1): Jack and Tyler struggle with family complications and Jake’s loss of eyesight. Will their love survive six months apart?</p><p>Out For You (Marisburg Connections 2): The story of Erik’s fears of being out of the closet and the extraordinary lengths to which he’ll go to keep his lover, Trent, in a state where being gay is considered amoral.</p><p>Guilt (Marisburg Connections 3): With Mike’s help, Aidan wrestles with his past. Can Mike’s love help him lose the shadow of guilt?</p><p>Dachshund Blocked (Marisburg Connections 4): The tale of three rambunctious little dogs and Peter’s fears about the coming wedding.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>Copyright ©2022 Emily Carrington<br />Excerpt from Sunlight</p><p>It was early June when Jake emerged from the three-story building that housed the ADA Coordinator’s office. He’d been moving quickly but the moment he opened the door, the world went white. He stumbled to a halt and covered his eyes partially with his left hand. His right tightened on the handle of the white cane he’d only been half paying attention to. It wasn’t that he didn’t need the cane to get around. He’d learned rather quickly that the white cane could save him from many embarrassing or painful situations. But, inside, he barely noticed its whispering across the floor in constant contact with the rugs or tiles. Now, he wished he could just duck back into the safety of the building’s dimmer interior.</p><p>But Tyler, his lover, was waiting for him out in the parking lot and Jake really needed Tyler’s comfort. He hadn’t struggled through a bad day, hadn’t done that in a while, but the glare from the sun that turned everything white made him both sad and timid.</p><p>He allowed the door to close behind him, listening to its click of finality. Oh, stop thinking like that, he remonstrated himself.</p><p>He needed to get to Tyler. So, closing his eyes, he put the cane out in front of him and swept it right to left, checking for obstacles. And, taking his first tentative step forward, he thought, I guess the ophthalmologist was right. Glare was bound to affect me sooner or later.</p><p>He wanted so badly to be able to peek and make sure that he was headed in the right direction that he covered his eyes all the way to not allow himself that opportunity. Even assuming he could see something other than white light, he’d give himself a blinder of a headache by trying to use his vision when his eyes were already streaming with tears of strain and overexposure to light.</p><p>He heard a door ahead of him somewhere open and close. Then, Tyler said, “Are you okay?” He was still a good distance away but surely he could see Jake’s hand over his eyes. Jake cursed softly, squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut, and dropped his hand. Even through his eyelids, the world was terribly bright but at least he could walk without opening his eyes.</p><p>He started to move faster, needing to get to Tyler and the shelter of the truck. He swept his cane from right to left and left to right, trying to feel everything. But he missed something, maybe a crack in the sidewalk, maybe nothing more than an imagined crack, and tripped. He kept hold of his white cane and managed to right himself before Tyler reached him, but both were near things.</p><p>“Are you all right?” Tyler asked, touching his arm and then making a sound Jake thought was frustration. “Obviously you’re not. What happened?”</p><p>Jake wondered if that frustration was with him. He doubted it. Tyler was the world’s most patient person. He took a breath, needing to confess because he’d end up blurting it out sooner or later. “The glare is killing me. Dr. Metz was right. It finally showed up. The sun…” He shook his head and turned away slightly. “When I’m not looking directly at it, it hurts less.”</p><p>Tyler ran his hand up Jake’s arm to his shoulder. Then he leaned close and kissed Jake’s temple, which was thoroughly distracting in a way that made Jake aware of his cock as he hadn’t been all day.</p><p>“Maybe it’s time to meet with the white cane instructor again,” Tyler suggested.</p><p>Jake’s orientation and mobility teacher was a busy man. He had most of their part of Pennsylvania to look after. “If he’s ever free.”</p><p>“I’ll take you to Philly once a week if that’s what it takes.”</p><p>“I love you,” Jake blurted. It wasn’t a new concept, but he felt completely overwhelmed with gratitude and desire.</p><p>When Tyler kissed him full on the mouth, making him weak at the knees, he knew Tyler’s answer, in his own way, was, “I love you too.”</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase</b></h1>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Meet the Author
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Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender erotica. Seeking a world made of equality, she created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires.
Fantasy creatures not your thing? Emily has also created a contemporary romance world, called Sticks and Stones, where she explores being “different” in a small town.
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author and Publisher: Nic Starr</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Release Date: October 21, 2022</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Tropes: Rock star, Menage, Friends to Lovers, Second Chance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">It’s part of a multi-author series but can be read stand-alone. It features the same band who featured in the first Road to Rocktoberfest series. That book was called Wild Card and maximum enjoyment would be achieved by reading that one first.</p>
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<p><em>What happens when friendship becomes love, and you’re presented with seemingly impossible choices while the world is watching?</em></p>
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<p>Harvey, lead guitarist with Australian rock band, HyperOctane, thought playing at Rocktoberfest would be the highlight of his career. He didn’t expect a performance that would shape the rest of his life.</p>
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<p><em>Ravi</em></p>
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<p>Admitting his feelings for Harvey was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. Being rejected was crushing. He never thought he’d be living the same heartbreak years later after finally finding love.</p>
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<p><em>Bo</em></p>
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<p>He wasn’t sure which was his biggest regret—hurting Ravi all those years ago, or more recently giving in to temptation and having a one-night stand with Bo. He’d always been close to his younger brother’s best friends, and now it seemed he’d messed things up with both of them.</p>
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<p>Now all three of them must confront their feelings for each other. Why do things have to be so complicated?</p>
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<p><em>Three of a Kind is a gay rock star romance featuring second chances, friends to lovers, and menage.</em></p>
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<p>“I think we need to talk.”</p>
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<p><em>Oh God.</em> Ravi hated the sound of those words. They took him straight back to that night a year ago when Bo had said the very same thing then proceeded to break his heart.</p>
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<p>“Okkaay.” He crossed to the dresser and opened the drawer. He fumbled with the contents as he willed his heart to slow down. Had Harvey sensed his feelings for Bo? Or maybe Harvey just wasn’t ready for everything that had happened between them. HyperOctane was knocking it out of the ballpark and there was so much opportunity open to him. <em>I’m probably holding him back.</em></p>
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<p>“I can see your thoughts spinning from over here. Turn around, Rav.”</p>
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<p>He slowly turned and met Harvey’s eyes. Harvey patted the bed beside him. “Come over here so we can talk properly. There’s something I need to tell you.”</p>
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<p>That little voice whispered in Ravi’s ear. He didn’t want to hear whatever it was Harvey was going to say. Just the idea of it sent a wave of nausea through him. <em>Just when everything was going so well. </em>Fuck, he’d been so happy lately. Still, knowing he couldn’t put it off, he forced himself across the room.</p>
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<p>The mattress sunk slightly under his weight, echoing his equilibrium—he felt entirely off-balance.</p>
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<p>“Why do I get a feeling this isn’t good news?” he finally said.</p>
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<p>Harvey reached for his hand, his touch warm and familiar, but Ravi didn’t take comfort. He couldn’t, not until he knew what this was about.</p>
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<p>“I’m not really sure how to put this.” Harvey squeezed his fingers, green eyes hooded, voice low. “I’ve never had to deal with anything like this before. It’s about Bo.”</p>
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<p>And there it was. Just like that Ravi’s heart plummeted. “I think I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry, Harvey.”</p>
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<p>Ravi didn’t let him finish. He wanted to lay his cards on the table—be the first one to air his feelings, not wait for Harvey to confront him with accusations. “He’s such a great guy, and at first I was worried that our past would come between us and I didn’t want the friendship to be destroyed. I mean you and me, and Bo and Parker, we’ve been friends since forever and if Bo and I didn’t get along then it would have tough for you and Parker. I wanted things to go back to how they were before Bo and I hooked up.” Ravi sighed. “But when he moved in while you guys were playing up the coast, it was just so natural to slip back into how things used to be—you know, hanging out after work, doing household stuff.”</p>
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<p>“It’s okay, Rav,” Harvey said, obviously hearing the panic in his voice.</p>
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<p>Ravi forced himself to take a deep breath. Harvey didn’t look pissed which had to mean something, right? “But I want you to know, nothing happened between us.” He’d never do the wrong thing by Harvey, and he needed him to know that.</p>
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<p>“But you wanted it to,” Harvey said softly, not a question. A statement.</p>
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<p>Ravi felt his face flushing. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t live with himself if he lied. He didn’t want to dishonour his true feelings for Bo, and Harvey deserved the truth. “I would never cheat on you.”</p>
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<p>Harvey lips turned up in a gentle smile. “I know you wouldn’t.”</p>
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<p>“Are you mad?” Ravi asked, then held his breath, not sure if he really wanted the answer.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Nic Starr lives in Australia where she tries to squeeze as much into her busy life as possible. Balancing the demands of a corporate career with raising a family and writing can be challenging but she wouldn’t give it up for the world.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Always a reader, the lure of m/m romance was strong and she devoured hundreds of wonderful m/m romance books before eventually realising she had some stories of her own that needed to be told!</p>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">For more m/m fun, check us out at www.boymeetsboyreviews.com!</div>Boy Meets Boy Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590207324716195882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437135776066948221.post-81416342879946908022022-10-24T05:00:00.021-07:002022-10-24T05:00:00.202-07:00Release Blitz + Giveaway: The Last Piece of Us by Eve Morton<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd0cZQ3ZcdqyQ9E2qD4kHiuLBrU3mzDCZGNUkwtsPIb4jXTSrIy_9_DnnZWlITD5xIx55im3kuf9ajg6Q7lyUUtBygaR_1jIrnpf-cGG__pd2-jByhFB3BppVjX-_qiwXwGU24s2Rvcjs3r5mg2MPptSWwJ3h1RCciEjqLsmEWEeoJ1vlXt4oe71z/s540/Unicorn%20Explosion%20-%20Blog%20Tour.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd0cZQ3ZcdqyQ9E2qD4kHiuLBrU3mzDCZGNUkwtsPIb4jXTSrIy_9_DnnZWlITD5xIx55im3kuf9ajg6Q7lyUUtBygaR_1jIrnpf-cGG__pd2-jByhFB3BppVjX-_qiwXwGU24s2Rvcjs3r5mg2MPptSWwJ3h1RCciEjqLsmEWEeoJ1vlXt4oe71z/s320/Unicorn%20Explosion%20-%20Blog%20Tour.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: <span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:13px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'docs-Ubuntu';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;">The Last Piece of Us</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: <span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:13px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'docs-Ubuntu';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;">Eve Morton</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>:<b> </b>NineStar Press</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: 10/18/2022</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 3 - Some Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: <span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:13px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'Arial';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;">91950</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Paranormal, <span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:13px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'Arial';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;">bisexual, trans, ghosts, hurt/comfort, road trips, road trip, psychic abilities, psychic/medium, Mythology, Mythical creatures, Dark, Magic, Criminals, Hurt/Comfort, Folklore, Action/Adventure</span></p>
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Ethan Cohle is a sarcastic, underemployed transgender man working at a Canadian Duty Free Shop with hopes to one day pay for his last surgery.
Even though his life falls flat in just about every area, when an adventure is presented by a man carrying supernatural creatures in a jar, Ethan only says yes because it’s a bigger and easier pay check.
As things become more and more complicated, Ethan’s life and assumptions about those around him begin to unravel. When Ethan becomes haunted, and his body seems to turn against him, Ethan begins to understand what it’s like to lose a piece of yourself, along with everyone else.
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<p class="pnormal">Ethan Cohle was trapped in a dream.</p>
<p class="pnormal">The ocean’s waves lapped over his body and wore away grooves in the sand. He wore the red bathing suit he’d fought with his mother about a week before vacation. Red was for girls. The straps were too skinny. His collarbones—girl collarbones—were too frail on display; he’d wanted to hide them behind a T-shirt. Maybe that was why he’d gone too far into the ocean, until he couldn’t feel the stones with his toes anymore and the water was to his nose. He wanted his sunburn and his freckles to be flaked away like shale by the constant and relentless beating of the waves, so maybe he could turn to sea foam and become something new.</p>
<p class="pnormal">When Ethan tried to pull himself up, he tasted salt. Water surrounded him. The ocean brought his body, limp like a ragdoll, farther and farther out to the ocean. He couldn’t hold his breath anymore. Water filled his lungs. His dead-name, still his birth name at the time, was yelled by his mother on the shore. It was the last thing he heard before he died.</p>
<p class="pnormal">Ethan’s sister Leslie dragged him from the waves to the sand. His red bathing suit tore from the flat black rocks used for skipping and wishes on the shore. His skin flaked off again, red blood mixing with the grainy, bronze sand of North Carolina’s Outer Banks. Their father’s dream house, the one he’d worked too many overtime shifts for, sat on stilts so the waves couldn’t flood the first floor even at high tide. Crabs skittered close by. The rocks eroded. And the waves kept going.</p>
<p class="pnormal">Ethan’s father pressed his mouth to his and breathed. And breathed. And breathed. Constant and continuous, his father pressed his hands into Ethan’s chest, cracking three ribs, as he brought him back to life.</p>
<p class="pnormal">Ethan always woke up before he got the chance to gasp in the dream. Sometimes, when he was still a teenager and living at home, he’d flop right out of his twin bed and onto the hardwood floor each time the dream returned and replayed like a memory he’d witnessed as a spectator, rather than the participant at the centre. Over the years, he’d learned to curb his shock at his own death and rebirth played before him like a film.</p>
<p class="pnormal">Almost two decades later at twenty-nine, when he awoke with a start in his single bedroom apartment in Fort Erie, his only response was to slide a hand over his chest. He felt along his rib cage where the fractures had healed. A week after being resuscitated, Ethan’s purple-black bruises faded to yellow and green like bales of hay on prairie land. One small triangle, a speck of colour on his skin like a birthmark, no more than the size of a quarter, still remained. His permanent bruise was over where his heart was supposed to be.</p>
<p class="pnormal">After his father had performed CPR, the family had gone to the emergency room. Ethan lost the bathing suit his mother had fought so hard for to the ER doctor’s scissors. The bright lights and out-of-date magazines of the hospital never made it into the dream. Neither did the thirteen-hour drive home to Canada, where winter soon started and there was no more talk about bathing suits.</p>
<p class="pnormal">“You died. You died,” his mother muttered when the North Carolina story would be repeated over the years. “You died, but now you’re here. A second chance.”</p>
<p class="pnormal">“What was it like?” Leslie asked. “What did you see when you were dead? A white light?”</p>
<p class="pnormal">“Stop, Leslie,” their father said. “Don’t be morbid. Leave your sister alone.”</p>
<p class="pnormal">Ethan’s parents divorced before the next family vacation. His mother remarried and divorced again. Teenage years bored Ethan half to death. Leslie went off to college and became a nurse so she could save other people. All the while, Ethan changed his name, started to live as a man, and moved away from everyone.</p>
<p class="pnormal">The triangle mark, no more than a fleck on his pale skin, was the only thing that remained constant.</p>
<p class="pnormal">Ethan touched his mark for several extended minutes until his fingertips bruised with memory. His breasts, lumped into atrophied tissue, sat astride the mark, unused and uninteresting. The more he touched his skin, the more he was convinced the ocean was there again.</p>
<p class="pnormal">Instead, his alarm went off. Francesca texted his cell phone. The rush hour traffic hummed outside. From the dark clouds in the sky, Ethan anticipated hail. He touched the mark one last time before he rose from his bed.</p>
<p class="pnormal">It was time to go. Always time to go.</p>
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Eve Morton is a writer living in Ontario, Canada. She teaches university and college classes on media studies, academic writing, and genre literature, among other topics. She reads tarot, has a lot of tattoos, and loves all things occult and supernatural in nature. She also loves true crime, especially the forensic side of it, and is often swayed by a really good podcast (even more when it is funny). She continues to do research work on LGBTQ communities, media representation, and film after completing her PhD in 2019. Find more information on Eve's <a href="https://authormorton.wordpress.com/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">website</a>.
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B8DWC41S" target="_blank"><center><img alt="Sparks in the Dark - James Siewert" height="640" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/COVER-Sparks-in-the-Dark.jpg" width="427" /></center></a><p></p><p>James Siewert has a new gay sci-fi space adventure out: <i>Sparks in the Dark</i>. And there's a giveaway.</p><p></p><p>Space: Where discovery and danger are two sides of the same coin.</p><p></p><p>Meet Albert 'Buzz' Buchanan, a retired space marine now freelancing as a gun for hire, who finds himself accepting a deal too good to turn down, even if it's too good to be true.</p><p></p><p>Meet Thomas Cutter, a star-ship engineer who's a lot more than what he first seems. He seeks knowledge and adventure, and the offer to team-up with the sexy space marine is just what Cutter's been waiting for.</p><p></p><p>As our two heroes set out, they encounter more than they bargained for: a discovery of a lifetime, but only if they can escape with their lives. Will the galaxy reward them for their bravery, or will they fall victim to the great unknown?</p><p></p><p>Join Buzz and Cutter in their very first episode as they journey across the galaxy, finding high adventure and untold dangers in the darkness of space ... along with discovering a friendship that promises so much more.</p><p></p><p><i>Warnings: Sexual situations.</i></p><p></p><h2><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B8DWC41S">Get it on Amazon</a></h2><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Giveaway</b></p><p></p><p>James is giving away a $25 Amazon Gift Card with this tour:</p><p></p><p><a class="rcptr" data-raflid="b60e8d47261" data-template="" data-theme="classic" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47261/" id="rcwidget_xxr222il" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script></p><p></p><p>Direct Link: <a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47261/?" target="_blank">http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47261/?</a></p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Excerpt</b></p><p></p><p><a href="https://books2read.com/u/3LVGJ5" target="_blank"></a></p><center><a href="https://books2read.com/u/3LVGJ5" target="_blank"><img alt="Sparks in the Dark meme" height="600" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/MEME4-Sparks-in-the-Dark.jpg" width="600" /></a></center><p></p><p>I see him, standing in the line-up to get into one of the numerous <i>Bow Ties</i> clubs—<i>The Bull & Tackle</i>, a low-key, pub-like establishment well known as the hunting grounds for men on the prowl for other men, without all the noise of a dance bar. I myself was headed to <i>QuaTzar</i>—the prime-time, holo-powered disco-nasium that attracts the partygoers of the galaxy, but after catching a glimpse of the hefty hulk of a man waiting in line for the pub, I changed my mind.</p><p></p><p>Broad shoulders that narrow to a solid waist, heavily muscled frame, tall and with a buzzed blond haircut so short he’s nearly bald. He’s not a ripped Adonis—there’s some heft and bulk to him that suggests he’s not afraid of a good meal, sorta like I am. Even though his firm backside is turned to me, I can tell this one’s going to be a looker.</p><p></p><p>He’s dressed in tight tan breeches, tucked into heavy workman’s spacer-boots, and he wears a khaki tank top that shows off his impressively built arm muscles. His dark leather belt has a pistol holder strapped to one side, though it’s currently empty (all weapons are checked at the security airlock to the station). Fair-skinned, but with a rich tan, like he’s been in the sun a lot.</p><p></p><p>He's standing fifth in line from the entrance, which is twenty men deep. I gotta catch his attention somehow, so I walk to the front of the line, making my way to the automaton bouncer guarding the entrance. I ask the machine how long the wait will be, and after I get the answer, I turn, my eyes finding and locking on Mr. Number Five.</p><p></p><p>Ah, he is a looker! Strong, classically masculine features—wide jaw, firm squared chin, proud, straight nose. Wears a short blond beard, kept neatly trimmed, but not stylised. Mouth looks like it was built just for kissing. Incredible eyes too—blue like mine, but more on the green side, like stormy waters. Older than I appear to be, but not by a lot—there’s some wisdom in his handsome face as much as there is quiet strength.</p><p></p><p>I can’t help but give a low smile in appreciation at such a fine example of a man in the prime of his life, and my trick’s done its job—Mr. Five catches me sneaking a look at him, and gives me that deep stare that clearly shows he likes what he sees too. As I walk past him, I give him a quick nod of my head in greeting, and he’s fast to respond.</p><p></p><p>‘How long did the ‘bot say the wait was?’ he asks, his rumbly voice causing a delightful shiver in me.</p><p></p><p>‘Thirty minutes or so,’ I reply, sounding blasé. ‘Too much of a wait for me.’</p><p></p><p>‘Same,’ Mr. Five says. There’s a short pause as he inspects the line, then looks back at me, the corner of his lips curling. ‘You wanna find another club with me?’</p><p></p><p>I pretend to ponder the question for a believable amount of time. ‘Sounds good, you got something in mind?’</p><p></p><p>He steps out of the line, closer to me. Man, he’s tall, a good twenty centimetres on me, but we’ve got the same muscled build, so it’s not a case of David versus Goliath here. As his eyes wander over me, I can tell that he appreciates what he’s seeing, and I find I’m giving him the same grin he’s giving me.</p><p></p><p>‘Kinda hungry,’ he answers, his tone low and inviting. ‘We could go somewhere quiet, get a little something to eat.’</p><p></p><p>‘Got me a suite in the upper-levels,’ I say, casually. ‘Can always order room service.’</p><p></p><p>A split second is all the time it takes for him to answer. ‘Sounds perfect. Lead the way. Name’s Buzz, what’s yours?’</p><p></p><p>‘Cutter,’ I answer.</p><p></p><p>His smile broadens. ‘Good to meetcha, Cutter.’ He extends one of his meaty hands, covered by a fingerless gunman’s glove, and I shake it, firmly.</p><p></p><p>‘Likewise, Buzz,’ I reply, genuinely, and flash him an appreciative smile. I extend my hand, showing him the way towards the lifts to the upper levels.</p><p></p><p>Ten minutes later, we’re up in my suite, and I’ve already got his shirt</p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Author Bio</b></p><p></p><p><a href="https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/james-siewert/" target="_blank"></a></p><center><a href="https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/james-siewert/" target="_blank"><img alt="James Siewert" height="500" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/AUTHOR-AVATAR-Sparks-in-the-Dark-James-Siewert.jpg" width="500" /></a></center><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;"><i>James and his husband live in beautiful British Columbia, Canada. Part-time office drone, part-time storyteller, full-time sci-fi and fantasy enthusiast (and some spooky ghost tales), James couldn't find enough stories involving guys like him and his hubby are: big men with big hearts, full of big ideas!</i></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;"><i>Taking matters into his own hand, James seeks to share high adventure, low-angst stories where the heroes are solid blokes who take centre stage. Come join the adventure and explore bold new worlds full of authentic characters, gripping scenes, lush imagination and a touch of mushy stuff - there's a whole galaxy waiting for you to discover!</i></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21531168.James_Siewert">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21531168.James_Siewert</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Liminal Fiction (LimFic.com): <a href="https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/james-siewert/">https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/james-siewert/</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/James-Siewert/e/B095T25ZSB/">https://www.amazon.com/James-Siewert/e/B095T25ZSB/</a></p><p></p><p></p><center><img alt="Other Worlds Ink logo" height="340" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/LOGO-Other-Worlds-Ink.jpg" width="340" /></center>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>SERIES TOUR for </em></strong><em><strong>HOCKEY EVER AFTER</strong></em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><em>These hockey players have hard heads, soft hands, and sweet hearts. </em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><strong>BOOK 1</strong></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title: <em>Winging It (Hockey Ever After 1)</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author: Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Publisher: Dreamspinner Press</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Cover Artist: LC Chase</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Length: 99 000 words/ 283 pages</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Release Date: October 18, 2022</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Tropes: Grumpy/sunshine, teammates to lovers, friends to lovers, professional athletes</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61468255-winging-it" rel="noreferrer noopener" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Hockey is Gabe Martin's life. Dante Baltierra just wants to have some fun on his way to the Hockey Hall of Fame. Falling for a teammate isn't in either game plan.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">But plans change.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">When Gabe gets outed, it turns his careful life upside-down. The chaos messes with his game and sends his team headlong into a losing streak. The last person he expects to pull him through it is Dante.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">This season isn’t going the way Dante thought it would. Gabe’s sexuality doesn’t faze him, but his own does. Dante’s always been a “what you see is what you get” kind of guy, and having to hide his attraction to Gabe sucks. But so does losing, and his teammate needs him, so he puts in the effort to snap Gabe out of his funk.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Getting involved with a teammate is a bad idea, but Dante is shameless, funny, and brilliant at hockey. Gabe can’t resist. Unfortunately, he struggles to share part of himself that he’s hidden for years, and Dante chafes at hiding their relationship. Can they find their feet before the ice slips out from under them?</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author: Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James</p>
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<p>It’s obvious to Ryan that Nico’s lonely, gifted, and cracking under pressure. No amount of physical practice will fix his mental game. But convincing Nico to let Ryan help means getting closer than is wise for Ryan’s heart—especially once he unearths Nico’s sense of humor.</p>
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<p>Dante waited in the lobby, curled into a chair that wasn’t quite big enough to be comfortable. He kept his back to the flow of people and his nose buried in his phone. Any other night, sure, he would be happy to sign autographs. Tonight… his brain was going to endlessly replay the scene he’d just walked in on.</p>
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<p>How had he not known Gabe was into men? It seemed obvious now. Of course he never picked women up in bars or brought a girlfriend to a team event. Dante felt stupid for not noticing. </p>
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<p>And now he had to work out what to do about it.</p>
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<p>First, though, apparently he was going to think about Gabe’s broad palm on his partner’s chest. Gabe was a big guy—two inches taller than Dante, even if Dante was more solidly built. His partner had been clinging to Gabe’s muscular shoulder.</p>
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<p>He should stop thinking about it, but his brain was trying to fill in details. Where had Gabe’s other hand been? Had it been placed on his partner’s thigh? Had he been putting his weight on it to steady himself? Or maybe he’d used it to tilt the man’s face to the right angle.</p>
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<p>Dante exhaled sharply. This was really, <em>really</em> not his business. Dwelling on it would not do him any favors. He needed to pretend everything was normal. And obsessing about your teammate feeling up some guy—and kissing, can’t forget the kissing—was not that.</p>
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<p>So. Normal. He’d been sexiled by a roommate. That was fine! It had happened before. Today, actually. He hoped Yorkie was having a better night than Gabe.</p>
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<p>Most importantly, sexiling was normal.</p>
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<p>Footsteps jarred him out of his spiral, and he looked up to see Gabe walking toward him, head down, shoulders hunched. He didn’t exactly have the look of the freshly laid about him.</p>
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<p>Fuck.</p>
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<p>Gabe dropped into the chair across from him. He was loudly projecting that he would rather stand in front of fifty of Kitty’s slap shots than have this conversation.</p>
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<p>Dante put his phone away. “So, uh, sorry for cockblocking you.” <em>Even if it’s kind of your fault. Who doesn’t use the Do Not Disturb sign? Why didn’t you tell me to pound rocks when I asked to share?</em></p>
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<p>Considering the circumstances, he kept a lid on these criticisms. He could bring them up later, when Gabe didn’t look like he was about to puke all over the hotel lobby.</p>
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<p>“I wasn’t expecting it to be a problem,” Gabe said. He slumped farther, but Dante thought his shoulders were relaxing too. “Did you strike out or something?”</p>
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<p>“Sort of. We passed her ex on the way back to her place and she made it like ten more feet before she burst into tears. So we stopped at Dairy Queen for ice cream, and then she went to the bathroom and fixed her makeup and we took a selfie for her Instagram, and I came back here.”</p>
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<p>The color returned to Gabe’s face and he met Dante’s gaze for the first time since that hideously awkward moment upstairs. “Guess neither of us is getting laid tonight,” he said, a little tentatively, like he wasn’t sure Dante would laugh.</p>
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<p>Good. Dante was glad they’d settled that. “Great.” He yawned. “So can we go upstairs now? I’ve had just enough booze and ice cream to make me sleepy.”</p>
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<p>When they got up to the hotel room, Dante said, “I wish you’d told me you liked guys.” His shoes <em>thunk</em>ed dully against the wall as he kicked them off. “I wouldn’t have tried so hard to hook you up with chicks last season.” Or last week.</p>
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<p>Gabe stared at Dante’s shoes. Then he lined his own up neatly under the desk. “It’s not something I advertise.”</p>
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<p>“No shit.” Dante shimmied out of his jeans. </p>
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<p>Dante sat in the desk chair. He had a habit of saying the first thing that came to mind, and right now that was <em>Actually, I’m kind of freaking out</em>. He needed to take his time. “I mean, obviously I’m not mad or upset or whatever. I’m—accepting? Ugh, that’s a garbage word.” He huffed, frustrated with himself. “Look, you’re… gay?”</p>
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<p>The muscle at the hinge of Gabe’s jaw bunched. “Yeah.” </p>
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<p>“Cool.” He drummed the fingers of his left hand on the desktop, realized he was doing it, and forced himself to stop. “And obviously if you haven’t told the team, you’re expecting some of them to be assholes. And that sucks. Because as far as I’m concerned, my reaction? Is, like, a pretty low bar.”</p>
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<p>Gabe rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s not like you could come in and introduce yourself.”</p>
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<p><em>If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em</em>. Dante was losing his grip on reality. “Yeah, maybe not. You mind if I shower now? I stink like dance club.”</p>
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<p>“Sure. I’m just gonna….” Gabe picked up the television remote.</p>
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<p>The television came on, and a moment later Dante closed the bathroom door behind him and started the water. Mechanically, he removed his clothes and stepped under the spray. The hot water sluiced over him, washing away the sweat and club grime and what had maybe been just a little too much hair gel.</p>
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<p>But the image of Gabe kissing another man on the bed in their hotel room stuck with him, and now, in relative privacy and naked, alone with his thoughts, Dante was forced to confront the truth of his own semi.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Ashlyn Kane</strong> likes to think she can do it all, but her follow-through often proves her undoing. Her house is as full of half-finished projects as her writing folder. With the help of her ADHD meds, she gets by. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An early reader and talker, Ashlyn has always had a flair for language and storytelling. As an eight-year-old, she attended her first writers’ workshop. As a teenager, she won an amateur poetry competition. As an adult, she received a starred review in <em>Publishers Weekly</em> for her novel <em>Fake Dating the Prince</em>. There were quite a few years in the middle there, but who’s counting? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her hobbies include DIY home decor, container gardening (no pulling weeds), music, and spending time with her enormous chocolate lapdog. She is the fortunate wife of a wonderful man, the daughter of two sets of great parents, and the proud older sister/sister-in-law of the world’s biggest nerds.</div><p></p>
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B5W48342" target="_blank"><center><img alt="Sigrid & Elyn - Edale Lane" height="640" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/COVER-Sigrid-Elyn.jpg" width="427" /></center></a><p></p><p>Edale Lane has a new FF alt history mystery romance book out: <i>Sigrid & Elyn</i>.</p><p></p><p>Attracted by passion, repelled by war. Can two shieldmaidens navigate battlegrounds of the sword and the heart?</p><p></p><p>Pre-Viking Scandinavia. Sigrid the Valiant is legendary throughout the kingdoms of Norvegr, along with her twin brother, for their many heroic deeds, but her heart has not found a home. Now, racing on the heels of their father’s murder, a neighboring kingdom’s raids threaten to cause an all-out war.</p><p></p><p>Elyn is a young shieldmaiden with a score to settle, fighting her own insecurities along with enemies who threaten her homeland, but she remains unconvinced all is as it seems.</p><p></p><p>When the two clash on opposite sides of their shield walls, sparks fly from both their swords and passions. But when they talk, the two fierce women discover an antagonist’s plot has pitted their kingdoms against each other.</p><p></p><p>Will Sigrid and Elyn move past their suspicions and differences to forge a relationship and foil the villain’s scheme, or will the enemy’s assassins end their search for the truth?</p><p></p><p>Action, adventure, and intrigue ride together with romance in this enemies-to-lovers saga from the pre-Viking land of Norvegr. Award-winning, best-selling author Edale Lane brings history to life in this fast-paced sapphic novel. Grab your ax and rönd and join the quest by clicking to buy now!</p><p></p><p><i>Warnings: violence, rape (in a memory), slavery as part of society.</i></p><p></p><p></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B5W48342" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Get It at Amazon</a></h2><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Giveaway</b></p><p></p><p>Edale is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card with this tour:</p><p></p><p><a class="rcptr" data-raflid="b60e8d47260" data-template="" data-theme="classic" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47260/" id="rcwidget_uzlhd66o" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script></p><p></p><p>Direct Link: <a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47260/?">http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47260/?</a></p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Excerpt</b></p><p></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B5W48342" target="_blank"></a></p><center><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B5W48342" target="_blank"><img alt="Sigrid & Elyn meme" height="600" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/MEME1-Sigrid-Elyn.jpg" width="600" /></a></center><p></p><p>Elyn’s heart pounded in her chest as she weighed her options. Right here, right now, she could kill Jarl Sigrid the Valiant and gain great fame and renown. With no witnesses, she could concoct any story she liked about how the epic battle in the cave occurred… except without witnesses, people may say Sigrid died in the fall and all Elyn did was chop at her corpse making it appear she had been victorious. A further problem with that option was that the gods saw everything. To kill an unarmed, unconscious opponent was a dishonorable display of cowardice akin to murder.</p><p></p><p><i>What would Sigrid do? </i>Elyn lifted her ax but hesitated. <i>One so well respected would not slay an incapacitated foe, would she? </i></p><p></p><p>But what troubled Elyn the most was the true impetus behind her reluctance—she didn’t want to kill Sigrid. She wanted her to live. Lowering her weapon, she gazed at the fair legendary hero. Though caked in dust sticking to blood and sweat, her legs pinned under heavy jagged rocks, she was the most astounding human being Elyn had ever laid eyes on. Maybe it was not her beautiful face or toned body, but the songs and stories that hailed her victories over man and beast, that saluted her valor and generosity that most fueled Elyn’s imagination. Perhaps it was how Sigrid had saved her from a spear hurled on the battlefield when it had been against her own best interest. But maybe it was the strange energy that pulsed through Elyn’s sensations whenever they were near each other that compelled her to choose mercy. Then again, it could merely be her own sense of unworthiness.</p><p></p><p><i>I am nobody, </i>she thought. <i>I can’t kill a jarl, a female warrior jarl… a lovely, helpless woman of distinction. She needs my help. </i></p><p></p><p>Elyn shoved the ax back into her belt and lifted heavy stones off the fallen shieldmaiden, tossing them aside. As she worked, Sigrid awoke. Sky-blue eyes blinked and the trapped woman coughed away dust, soon becoming aware she was not alone.</p><p></p><p>With a startled expression, Sigrid grabbed her sword and swung it at Elyn, who had to jump to avoid its reach. “Do not think of crushing me with a slab of limestone!” she blasted with rage igniting in her glare. Sigrid’s voice was robust enough to overpower the burble of the waterfall. “I could carve you like a roasted pig even without the use of my legs.”</p><p></p><p>An admiring smile tugged at the corner of Elyn’s lips, and something sprang to life deep within her core. “I am certain that you could, Jarl Sigrid, but if you will notice, I am not attacking you, but digging you out of the rubble.”</p><p></p><p>“What happened?” Sigrid raised her left hand to the gash on her forehead.</p><p></p><p>“The ground gave way, and we fell into this pit chased by large rocks. I think a Jotnar is to blame,” Elyn replied in a placid tone that seemed to disarm Sigrid.</p><p></p><p>As her focus cleared, she aimed it on Elyn’s face. “I find myself at a disadvantage,” Sigrid admitted. “You know who I am, but I am not familiar with you. What is your name?”</p><p></p><p>Elyn heaved the last of the big rocks pinning Sigrid’s legs to the side and sat on it. “I am Elyn, a shieldmaiden of Firdafylke. I live in a village called Kaldrlogr. It would appear for the moment we are trapped in this crevice. Thus far, no one has appeared at the fissure above to lend aid, and I suspect the battle continues.”</p><p></p><p>Sigrid nodded. <i>Elyn! So that is your name. </i>Satisfaction nestled within Sigrid until she recalled why they were there. Feelings of languid infatuation evaporated, and vengeful wrath rushed in to seize their place. She pushed up on her sword, gathering her legs under her body, and struggled to her feet. She could tell her injuries were more than superficial, and she could not bear weight on her right leg, but she was determined. Mirroring her movement with caution, Elyn rose from her rock and shifted a hand to the ax on her belt.</p><p></p><p>Pinning the flame-haired shieldmaiden with a frigid glare, Sigrid snarled. “Why did your raiders attack our farms? It is fortunate you were not among their number as we left none alive.”</p><p></p><p>She cocked her sword arm for a swing, and in an instant, Elyn whipped out her ax to block the whirling blade. The motion of the stroke rendered Sigrid off balance, and she could have easily toppled over, but her opponent pushed against her steel with her weapon until she was upright and steady on her one good leg. Elyn’s action surprised Sigrid, though she was glad for it.</p><p></p><p>“We did no such thing!” her foe declared with heated conviction. She hoisted her ax, poised at the ready.</p><p></p><p>Sigrid realized she was in no condition to fight, so she had better rein in her temper. She glanced down at Elyn’s sturdy legs, shapely hips, rounded breasts, up to luscious full lips, and finally into stunning green eyes and held them.</p><p></p><p>“Several of my friends were killed,” Sigrid asserted, and she felt a quiver go through her body. “A dozen men under the banner of Firdafylke carrying shields with your colors,” she testified, motioning to Elyn’s rönd lying a few feet away, “attacked the outlying farms of my village, Gnóttdalr. They burned homes, slew livestock, murdered women and children, then tried to flee like cowardly rodents.”</p><p></p><p>Elyn’s brows knit together in concern. “When was this?”</p><p></p><p>“Less than two weeks ago,” Sigrid confirmed. With her shoulder stiff and in pain, she lowered her sword but kept a firm grip on its hilt. “Maybe a week and a day after the first time we fought.” Sigrid tried to calculate, but her head throbbed. <i>Has it been three weeks I have spent dreaming of you? </i></p><p></p><p>“That is impossible!” Elyn’s declaration snapped Sigrid’s thoughts back into focus. “It wasn’t us. All of Jarl Njord’s warriors are accounted for at that time and none have gone missing,” the younger woman insisted.</p><p></p><p>Sigrid’s frown deepened. “I know about Jarl Njord and his intentions for the throne of Firdafylke. With King Tortryggr’s mind and strength failing, he supposes to increase his fame by defeating us, but it shan’t work.”</p><p></p><p>“What are you talking about?” Elyn fumed and tossed her empty hand into the air. “There is nothing wrong with King Tortryggr’s health, mental or otherwise. And while it is true Njord has ambitions, he is not a traitor. What about your King Grimolf? Greedy to the core! We know about his plans to take over our kingdom, how he has promised all you jarls will double your holdings.”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing but sheep dung!” Sigrid retorted. “That is the biggest load of shite I’ve ever heard.”</p><p></p><p>Elyn’s brows narrowed, and her scowl deepened. “What about the Svithjod raiders that attacked our farms? We had defenseless people killed by your warriors, too. Did they make sport of it? Was it a game to them?”</p><p></p><p>“We did no such thing!” Sigrid’s voice reverberated about the cavern, which only increased the throbbing in her head. “We supported you several years ago when Raumsdal assaulted your land. I personally led a team of wagons to reinforce your army with supplies, and my brother brought volunteers to join your defenses.”</p><p></p><p>“I know,” Elyn countered, “which is why we feel so betrayed that you have invaded now. Maybe the raiders did not come from your band, but they flew the raven flag and carried the yellow and black shields of Svithjod. Why do you lie?”</p><p></p><p>She raised her ax in a defiant motion and Sigrid reacted instantaneously, slamming her sword to bear against it. “I do not lie!”</p><p></p><p>The two shieldmaidens pressed closely together, hot with anger and confusion. Sigrid was not expecting the arousal she experienced at the proximity to her enemy, but her desire could not be denied. It was baffling and unacceptable. Only a handle of wood and a blade of steel stood between them. Sigrid kept her balance on her one good leg, but if Elyn pulled away, she would surely fall. She felt the heat of her breath, inhaled her intoxicating scent, and her body ached for a woman she should not want. <i>Is this a trick? Have I been bewitched? </i>A part of her wished to examine Elyn’s every feature in intricate detail, while reason ordered her emotions to stand down.</p><p></p><p>Elyn slowly backed away, almost as if she was being careful to not cause Sigrid to fall. “No, you do not lie.” The words rang with sincere belief and Sigrid eased her muscles as she mirrored her foe to relax. They lowered their weapons at the same time. “But neither do I.”</p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Author Bio</b></p><p></p><p><a href="https://pastandprologuepress.lpages.co/" target="_blank"></a></p><center><a href="https://pastandprologuepress.lpages.co/" target="_blank"><img alt="Edale Lane" height="600" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/AUTHOR-PIC-Daring-Duplicity-Edale-Lane.jpg" width="457" /></a></center><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Edale Lane is an award-winning author (Rainbow Awards, Imaginarium Awards, Lesfic Bard Awards) who is realizing her dream of being a full-time writer. She is the alter-ego of author Melodie Romeo, (Tribute in Blood, Terror in Time, and others) who founded Past and Prologue Press. Both identities are qualified to write historical fiction by virtue of an MA in History and 24 years spent as a teacher, along with skill and dedication regarding research. A native of Vicksburg, MS, Edale (or Melodie) is also a musician who loves animals, gardening, and nature. After driving an 18-wheeler cross-country for eight years, she now lives with her partner in beautiful Chilliwack, B.C. Canada.</p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Website: <a href="https://pastandprologuepress.lpages.co/">https://pastandprologuepress.lpages.co/</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Facebook (Personal): <a href="https://www.facebook.com/melodie.romeo/">https://www.facebook.com/melodie.romeo/</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Facebook (Author Page): <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/887028485401701">https://www.facebook.com/groups/887028485401701</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/EdaleLane">https://twitter.com/EdaleLane</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/edale_lane/">https://www.instagram.com/edale_lane/</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15264354.Edale_Lane">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15264354.Edale_Lane</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Liminal Fiction (LimFic.com): <a href="https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/edale-land/">https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/edale-land/</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author QueeRomance Ink: <a href="https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/edale-land/">https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/edale-land/</a></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 400;">Author Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Edale-Lane/e/B07GRFPDRZ/">https://www.amazon.com/Edale-Lane/e/B07GRFPDRZ/</a></p><p></p><p></p><center><img alt="Other Worlds Ink logo" height="340" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/LOGO-Other-Worlds-Ink.jpg" width="340" /></center>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Length: 88 638 words</p>
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<p>Preston Hawthorneonca-Stone is a warrior. In a fit of rage, his father changed Preston’s life on a horrible day in 1994. Now a brain injury survivor, Preston lives with his brother and their growing family. A recent addition to the Council of Sorcery and Shifters, Preston has landed his dream job of working with animals. </p>
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<p>Although Ridgely yearns for a mate, nothing prepares him for the moment he meets Preston. The beautiful jaguar-human hybrid with the big brown eyes halts Ridgely in his tracks. Ridgely rapidly discovers his true purpose is to be a good partner to his other half. Preston is equally taken with Ridgely but fears how the fallen knight will handle his imperfections. Together, they must navigate the path Fate chose for them and discover what it means to love unconditionally.</p>
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<p>“That’s okay," Ridgely said. "We’ll work around your schedule. There are seven days in a week. We’ll work our dates into the nights you’re free.”</p>
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<p>The lack of enthusiasm in Preston’s voice had a chill running through Ridgely. Although they hadn’t known each other long, they talked frequently, and the man enchanted Ridgely. Until that moment, Ridgely had believed they were on the same page, but perhaps he’d misjudged the situation. It was difficult to discuss it without being able to see the emotions cross Preston’s face, and Ridgely wished he were with him. However, there was no way Ridgely could wait until their date the following night to get the answers he needed.</p>
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<p>“Tell me what’s on your mind,” Ridgely prompted and internally winced at the sharpness in his voice.</p>
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<p>“I have challenges.”</p>
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<p>“Okay. I didn’t want to bombard you with them at the start though.”</p>
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<p>“I tire easily sometimes, and I also have insomnia. I’m concerned that if I’m out most nights, I’ll get exhausted because I still have work and do my therapies. I don’t want my schedule to overwhelm me, and it makes me sad because I want to be with you. Maybe I should wait to do the school stuff.”</p>
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<p>“Absolutely not, Dimples. There’s no reason we can’t approach things casually. If we hung out and relaxed instead of dressing up for fancy restaurants, would that make things easier for you? Because honestly, that sounds like more fun anyway.”</p>
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<p>“Maybe you could come to my house and have dinner with my family.”</p>
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<p>“And meet some cuddly kittens?”</p>
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<p>“Yes. You could watch a movie with me in my room or take a nap with me if you wanted. You wouldn’t even have to wear your clothes.”</p>
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<p>“I’m probably blushing, but I’ve already spent plenty of time wondering what you look like naked.”</p>
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<p>“I’ve used my imagination a lot lately too. Invite me to your house for dinner.”</p>
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<p>Snagging a pen from his desk drawer, Ridgely jotted down the information he needed, then promised to call Preston later. After hanging up, nervousness crept in. Although Ridgely loved the idea of a more relaxed avenue to get to know Preston better, meeting a couple of Council leaders was intimidating. </p>
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<p>“Okay, so I was curious before, but now I’m dying to meet Preston,” Warner said.</p>
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<p>Ridgely nearly jumped at the sound of Warner’s voice. So swept up in talking to Preston, Ridgely had forgotten he wasn’t alone, which was nuts since he’d shared an office with Warner for nearly two decades. </p>
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<p>“Your voice and body language completely changed when you spoke with your mate. I’ve never seen that side of you. You were practically gushing.”</p>
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<p>“Clearly, I was not, but I won’t pretend I don’t like him either.”</p>
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<p>“I feel so good about this now. I was nervous you’d over-analyze every aspect of your relationship and drive your man crazy.”</p>
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<p>“Seriously, I must meet this beautiful dimpled man.”</p>
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<p>Ridgely wanted everyone to have Fate pair them with someone as wonderful as Preston was turning out to be. And the fact that Preston was pursuing a dream pleased Ridgely. It wasn’t enough for Preston to have only pieces of what he wanted; Ridgely intended to ensure that his mate had everything.</p>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">For more m/m fun, check us out at www.boymeetsboyreviews.com!</div>Boy Meets Boy Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590207324716195882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437135776066948221.post-66783010933617229382022-10-19T05:00:00.000-07:002022-10-19T05:00:00.217-07:00Release Blitz + Giveaway: Heart of Egypt by Megan Slayer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRknp8b1Q9niS1a0rImROf2BV58l18A5uKLACGQ01hghqMM31LnIRywnk-1MQ_jsPvWXKKuznuANtHMnmFsEfHHg3arUQ5KVuV4csxasa5KJOVqzwnynPWB0bYrM5WT_RIFIefrSyUtFecrXBW6dDoaZ9CBQDFLOqi7JQEghZfrxutGD0lMW281JWX/s540/Unicorn%20Explosion%20-%20Blog%20Tour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRknp8b1Q9niS1a0rImROf2BV58l18A5uKLACGQ01hghqMM31LnIRywnk-1MQ_jsPvWXKKuznuANtHMnmFsEfHHg3arUQ5KVuV4csxasa5KJOVqzwnynPWB0bYrM5WT_RIFIefrSyUtFecrXBW6dDoaZ9CBQDFLOqi7JQEghZfrxutGD0lMW281JWX/s320/Unicorn%20Explosion%20-%20Blog%20Tour.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":14465,"3":{"1":0,"3":1},"10":2,"14":{"1":2,"2":10027263},"15":"Calibri","16":11}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Heart of Egypt"}">Heart of Egypt</span><span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:15px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'docs-Calibri';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;"> by </span><span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:15px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'docs-Calibri';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;">Megan Slayer</span></h1>
<h3 class="group-link" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>General Release Date: 18th October 2022</i></b></h3><p style="text-align: center;">Word Count: <span class="info-value">22,554</span><br />Book Length: <span class="info-value">NOVELLA</span><br />Pages: <span class="info-value">93</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">GENRES:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="info-value">EROTIC ROMANCE<br />GAY<br />GLBTQI<br />PARANORMAL</span></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61971831-heart-of-egypt" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Add to Goodreads</a></h2>
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<a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/978-1-83943-232-3_HeartOfEgypt_500x800.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" class="wp-image-96589 size-medium alignleft" height="300" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/978-1-83943-232-3_HeartOfEgypt_500x800-188x300.jpg" width="188" /></a><i> </i><i></i><em>His heart has always belonged to the man he loves—a modern-day actor?</em></p><p>Thutmose knew from the moment he purchased the six-carat ruby that he had something special. So much so, he refused to turn the gem over to the Pharaoh. His punishment for his disobedience? Death and a curse. He shall wear the Heart of Egypt for eternity.</p><p>Second chances aren’t permitted—until Aiden touches his coffin.</p><p>Aiden Cory, star of the show Hunters, has no idea he’s stumbled on a mummy or the chance at finding true love. When he meets Thut, he’s head-over-heels. He doesn’t know about the Heart of Egypt, but he knows he’s attracted to Thut. There’s the minor problem of Thut being a mummy.</p><p><em>Can modern love save Thut from an ancient curse?</em></p><p><i></i>
</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>“The gift of this ruby is the gift of eternal love,” the merchant said. “Use and give of it wisely.”</p><p>Thutmose held the ruby and measured the weight in his hand. The large gem seemed so heavy against his skin, and so dark red. The color reminded him of blood. Of the deep connection between souls. He needed this ruby. “I shall have it.”</p><p>“The price is steep,” the merchant said. “You will pay with your life.”</p><p><em>Pay with his life…</em>every peddler thought he could use that line as a threat because of Thutmose’s wealth. He wasn’t scared of curses or prices. He’d made quite the nice fortune for himself through his dealings with the Pharaoh and his land holdings. The price of this gem wasn’t out of his reach. “I shall have it.”</p><p>“Very well.” The merchant accepted Thutmose’s payment and bowed. “The gem is yours. Guard it with your life.”</p><p>What an odd thing to say. Thutmose wrapped the gem in a scrap of cloth, then tucked the bundle in the pouch he kept on a strip of leather around his neck. He nodded to the peddler before the man left his home.</p><p>Thutmose left his couch and strode to the window. The gem weighed heavy around his neck, but also felt like a part of him now. Like he’d never been without it.</p><p>His lover, Azizi, stood beside him and slid his arm around Thutmose’s waist. “My beloved.”</p><p>He embraced Azizi. “How was your rest?”</p><p>“Not well.” Worry lines crinkled at the corners of Azizi’s eyes. “The Pharaoh knows about us.”</p><p>“So?” The Pharaoh had taken a great many lovers. What did Thutmose’s love life matter to one so great?</p><p>“He has demanded your presence.” Azizi trembled. “And mine.”</p><p>“We will see him.” He didn’t understand Azizi’s hesitance. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”</p><p>Azizi balled his hands on Thutmose’s chest. “The Pharaoh has demanded a price for us to stay together.”</p><p>“He has our allegiance.” Didn’t he? “Have you lost faith in the Pharaoh?”</p><p>“I have not.” Azizi hesitated again. “The Pharaoh believes we have upset the gods, therefore have upset him.”</p><p>“How?”</p><p>“I know not.” Azizi touched the leather pouch. “Did you bring me a gift?”</p><p>“Not this time.” He wasn’t sure what he’d do with the precious gem, but he wasn’t ready to give it away. Did Azizi deserve such an expensive present? Thutmose wasn’t sure.</p><p>“You bought the gem,” Azizi said. “Is it as brilliant as I’m told?”</p><p>Why was Azizi so interested in the ruby? “It is.”</p><p>“You should give it as an offering to the Pharaoh. Maybe he will smile on us and allow us to be together,” Azizi said. “Maybe he will allow us into his personal confidences and we can attain a spot in the kingdom.”</p><p>“Is that what you want? For me to pay for us to be together?” He shouldn’t have to bribe the Pharaoh this way. Besides, the Pharaoh would never allow Azizi into the realm of the aristocracy, even through his connection to Thutmose—unless Azizi knew something more than he’d let on.</p><p>“The Pharaoh believes we should give him an offering.” Azizi let go of him. “Don’t you care about me? Enough to give up your precious gem? Will you help me become part of the inner circle? Or will you prevent me because…”</p><p>Thutmose paused. Did he? He didn’t want to give the ruby to anyone—not to buy the Pharaoh’s favor or to keep Azizi in his life. He wanted to be happy. To do that, he needed to get to the bottom of this. He didn’t understand what he’d done to upset the Pharaoh or to cause this problem. He served the Pharaoh diligently and never spoke out against the gods. Then again, he wasn’t sure what had brought on Azizi’s interest in becoming part of the aristocracy. Did he ever really love Thutmose? Was his association with Thutmose there only to improve his position in society? To get him closer to the Pharaoh? Thutmose hated having doubts, but he didn’t trust his lover. Not now.</p><p>“We shall see him today.” He’d get the situation handled once and for all.</p><p>“Very good, my beloved.” Azizi smiled, but the fear didn’t leave his eyes.</p><p>Thutmose never wanted to see his lover upset. He’d waited so long to find Azizi and refused to let anyone, even the Pharaoh, take him away. According to whisperings around the kingdom, the Pharaoh had many lovers of both sexes. Did he want another lover? Or did Azizi want something of the Pharaoh? That wouldn’t surprise Thutmose. Many of the workers and low born did anything possible to gain the favor of the kingdom.</p><p>The Pharaoh couldn’t have Azizi—not yet. But the conversation did irritate Thutmose. Why was Azizi so interested in the gem, too? What did he want with the ruby? He hated to wonder about his lover, but he’d learned so many others couldn’t be trusted. He didn’t want Azizi to be like them, but right now…he wasn’t sure.</p><p>Thutmose let go of his lover and gestured to his servants to leave. He and Azizi would speak to the Pharaoh at once and clear up this problem. The faster they did, the sooner they could get on with their lives.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;">Buy Links</h1>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.firstforromance.com/index.php?route=product/author/info&author_id=205" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Megan Slayer</a></h2><h1 style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" class="wp-image-85003 size-medium alignright" height="300" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/0Wendi-300x400-1-225x300.jpg" width="225" /></h1><p>Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.</p><p>When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.</p><p>Find out more about Megan on her <a href="http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm" rel="noopener" target="_blank">website</a>, and sign up for the newsletter <a href="http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj" rel="noopener" target="_blank">here</a>. You can also check out her <a href="https://wendizwaduk.wordpress.com/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Blog</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Megan-Slayer/e/B008BJCFSC" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Amazon Author Page</a>, <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/megan-slayer" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Bookbub</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/wendizwaduk/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Instagram</a>.</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><b>Giveaway</b></h1><p>
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<h1>Terribly Tristan<span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:15px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'docs-Calibri';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;"> by Lisa Henry & Sarah Honey
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<h4 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.firstforromance.com/series/bad-boyfriends-inc" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Book 3 in the Bad Boyfriends, Inc. series</a></h4>
<h3 class="group-link" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>General Release Date: 18th October 2022</i></b></h3><p style="text-align: center;">Word Count: <span class="info-value">62,357</span><br />Book Length: <span class="info-value">NOVEL</span><br />Pages: <span class="info-value">246</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Genres:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="info-value">COMEDY AND HUMOUR<br />CONTEMPORARY<br />EROTIC ROMANCE<br />FAKE RELATIONSHIPS<br />GAY<br />GLBTQI</span></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61676536-terribly-tristan" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Add to Goodreads</a></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/978-1-83943-236-1_TerriblyTristan_500X800.jpg"><img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-96551 alignleft" height="300" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/978-1-83943-236-1_TerriblyTristan_500X800-188x300.jpg" width="188" /></a> <br /></h2>
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Book Description</b></h1><p><em>One and done has always been the rule—so what happens when once isn’t enough?</em></p><p align="left">Leo Fisher is the outward picture of respectability, just like his parents raised him to be. But when he inherits a crumbling terrace house from his great-uncle, he also inherits a tenant who turns his world upside down. Tristan is brazen, gorgeous, experienced and utterly fabulous. He’s everything Leo is not—so why is Leo drawn to him? Leo has always made the right choices—the sensible choices—yet here he is, hooking up with his tenant, who’s a rent boy.</p><p align="left">Tristan Montague is not a rent boy. Not exactly. He’s a Bad Boyfriend. For a fee, he’ll turn any date into the kind of disaster that will have his client’s unsuspecting parents begging them to date anyone but him. Boyfriending for cash is fun—but for real? No thanks. As far as Tristan is concerned, there are far too many flowers in the garden of love to settle on just one bloom. Instead, he flits happily from lover to lover like a glorious gay butterfly, and he doesn’t do repeats.</p><p align="left">Except when he meets his cute, awkward landlord Leo, Tristan finds himself rethinking his ‘no repeats’ rule. He plans to show Leo that he, too, can be a glorious gay butterfly, but when physical attraction becomes something deeper, Tristan realizes he might be ready to hang up his wings and date…for real.</p><p align="left">But in order for Leo to take a stand against his overbearing parents, Tristan will need to play the Bad Boyfriend one last time—and it’s going to have to be spectacular.</p><p align="left"><em>Reader advisory: This book contains instances of homophobia, and the death of a minor character.</em></p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>On an otherwise unremarkable Saturday morning, Tristan Montague was woken by a hard pounding. And not the sort he liked. The sort he liked, he realised as he unglued his eyelids, wouldn’t be forthcoming at all—last night’s hook-up was still crashed out beside him flat on his back, with his mouth open as he snored. This pounding, unfortunately, was coming from his bedroom door.</p><p>“Wha?” Tristan grizzled. The house had better be on fire, seriously, because it was only—he flopped an arm out, fingers searching for his phone on his nightstand—11.37 a.m. That was inhumane for a Saturday. Unless it was Sunday—but no, it would be just as inhumane for a Sunday.</p><p>The pounding on his door continued.</p><p>Tristan rolled out of bed and shuffled to his door. He pulled it open and glared at Harry, his housemate.</p><p>“Tristan!” Harry exclaimed, then his wide-eyed gaze travelled down Tristan’s naked body and back again. By the time it returned to his face, Harry was bright pink in that adorkable way that made Tristan want to ruffle his hair, pinch his cheeks and possibly rail him over the back of the couch into next week. Harry was out of bounds, though. Not only was he like the awkward little brother Tristan had never had, but Harry was also stupidly in love with Jack, their other housemate. They gave each other such heart eyes over breakfast each morning that Tristan half expected the local wildlife to burst into song every time, Disney-style. The local wildlife, in their case, being the mice infesting the walls and the huntsman spider that lived in the shower. “Tristan, you’re <em>naked</em>!”</p><p>There wasn’t really anything Tristan could say to that, so he nodded and waved his hand in front of himself like a showcase model on a television game show.</p><p>Harry’s blush extended all the way up to his glasses. “Like, really, all the way, naked.”</p><p>He sighed. “Did you wake me up just to tell me that?”</p><p>Harry blinked at him. “No! I woke you up to tell you that Mr. Erskine is <em>dead</em>!”</p><p>“Oh.” Tristan felt a moment of actual regret. Their landlord was at least six hundred years old, and batshit crazy in the best possible way. He loved to drop in and collect the rent money from the Milo tin in the kitchen, then spend hours regaling Tristan with stories of the Cross back in the seventies. And Tristan loved listening, because Kings Cross back in the day had been <em>wild</em>. “I thought the Milo tin was getting full.”</p><p>“I thought he’d just forgotten to collect the rent.”</p><p>Tristan sighed again. “Wow. That really, really sucks. Mr. Erskine was an awesome old bloke.”</p><p>“He once offered me a hundred dollars to play with his hair,” Harry said, his brows pulling together. “Which didn’t make any sense, because he was bald.”</p><p>“Well, not everywhere, probably.”</p><p>Harry blinked rapidly. “Oh. I didn’t think of that.” His mouth turned down. “Ew. Was he sexually harassing me?”</p><p>“To be fair, I think he sexually harassed everyone without realising it,” Tristan said. “Oh, man. What’s going to happen to this place, do you think?”</p><p>Harry looked slightly panicked. “I don’t know! I can’t afford to live anywhere else!”</p><p>The old terrace house in Dickson Street, Newtown, was a complete dump. It was the rotten, blackened tooth in an otherwise pristine smile of gorgeously renovated veneers, but it was cheap. Well, cheap by Sydney standards, at least. Which wasn’t saying much. Tristan would be okay whatever happened, but Harry and Jack were on incredibly tight budgets.</p><p>“I mean, these things take months, right?” Tristan asked. “Wills and probate and all that bullshit. And there’s probably some law that you can’t just throw tenants out on the street without notice. Isn’t there?”</p><p>Harry chewed his bottom lip. “I don’t know.”</p><p>“Hey, don’t stress about it,” Tristan said, even though it was pointless, because Harry stressed about everything. “It’ll all work out in the end.” He lifted his nose and sniffed as the scent of bacon and eggs cooking reached him, and his stomach growled. He brightened. “Is Jack making breakfast?”</p><p>Harry blocked him as he tried to step out of the room. “Tris!”</p><p>“What?”</p><p>“You’re <em>naked</em>.”</p><p>“Oh yeah.” He reached around to grab his robe off the hook on the back of his door. “Breakfast first, then crisis, okay?”</p><p>Harry nodded unhappily, and they headed down the stairs.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;">Buy Links</h1>
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<h2><a href="https://www.firstforromance.com/index.php?route=product/author/info&author_id=11797" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Lisa Henry</a></h2><p style="text-align: left;">Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North </p><div style="text-align: left;"><h2><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/Lisa-Henry-logo-300x400-1.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-93202 alignright" height="300" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/Lisa-Henry-logo-300x400-1-225x300.png" width="225" /></a></h2><p>Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.</p><p>She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.</p><p>Lisa has been published since 2012, and was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance <em>Adulting 101</em>, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019’s <em>Anhaga</em>.</p><p>Find out more at Lisa's <a href="https://www.lisahenryonline.com" rel="noopener" target="_blank">website</a> and <a href="http://lisahenryonline.blogspot.com" rel="noopener" target="_blank">blog</a>. You can follow her on <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/profile/lisa-henry" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Bookbub</a> and sign up to her <a href="https://lisahenryonline.us9.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=89f76ac7a4e6e0e202f27b3f8&id=103da83ac0" rel="noopener" target="_blank">newsletter</a>.</p></div><h2><a href="https://www.firstforromance.com/index.php?route=product/author/info&author_id=11796" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Sarah Honey</a></h2><h2><a href="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/HONEY_LOGO-300x400-1.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img class="size-medium wp-image-93203 alignright" src="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/HONEY_LOGO-300x400-1-225x300.jpeg" /></a></h2><p>Sarah started life in New Zealand. She came to Australia for a working holiday, loved it, and never left. She lives in Western Australia with her partner, two cats, two dogs and a life-size replica TARDIS.</p><p>She spends half her time at a day job and the rest of her time reading and writing about clueless men falling in love.</p><p>Her proudest achievements include having adult kids who will still be seen with her in public, the ability to make a decent sourdough loaf, and knowing all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody.</p><p>Terribly Tristan will be her seventh published novel in collaboration with Lisa Henry.</p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><b>Giveaway</b></h1><p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: We, Kraken</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Series</b>: Volcano Chronicles, Book Two</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Eule Grey</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>:<b> </b>NineStar Press</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: 10/11/2022</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 1 - No Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Female/Female</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 53200</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Fantasy, YA, alternate universe/fantasy, lesbian, intercultural, culture and inclusion, student, artist, wartime trauma, PTSD, anxiety, othering, child abuse/endangerment, human rights, equality, voice and representation, redemption, creativity as a vehicle of change, atonement, family, identity, folklore, sea creatures, restorative justice</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Description</b></h1><p>Kraken monsters come from the sea. Don’t they?</p><p>Devora Kraken seems to have everything under control and all she could ask for. Like the neighbourhood tunnels, where she can hang out with monsters and mermaids both. If sometimes it’s not clear which is which, that’s only normal—right? Anyway, Devi has plenty else to keep her busy, including a good cop, bad cop set of family members. And if all of that isn’t enough, there’s even a cute girl at the new school across town trying to get Devi’s attention!</p><p>From the deep waters of the past, something wakes up and marches through Mainland. One terrible night, blood is spilt, and gangs gather in the woods. Devi’s cousin, Jon, leaves for the speak-and-listen trials, and nothing will be the same again.</p><p>Devi sets off on a journey of discovery that will take her from her home in Exer City across Mainland and into Craw. It won’t be easy—her brother Korl refuses to talk about the past, or why Jon left. He won’t speak of the gun under the bed or the pile of mermaid figurines. Korl refuses to talk about anything!</p><p>What’s a monster anyway? Who better than Devora Kraken to find out?</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>We, Kraken<br />Eule Grey © 2022<br />All Rights Reserved</p><p>The night I called my brother a murderer was the worst of my life. It was early summer, with heat bristling and people noising until dawn. Even the birds didn’t sleep. But I’d been sent to bed at ten, like always. Grumbling and defiant. Sick of the status quo. My brother was a stickler for rules. Although I was fifteen, he treated me as if I were a little kid.</p><p>School tomorrow, Devi!</p><p>Don’t forget to clean your teeth.</p><p>No wandering the flat during the night.</p><p>The usual Kraken rubbish. I went to bed and somehow nodded off. Just after midnight, I crashed awake to an unsettling dream about a stone bridge.</p><p>I called in vain for my cousin. “Jon?”</p><p>Then got up and padded into the kitchen, half asleep, with ultra-raw senses. A single light bulb stung my sensitive eyes. A high-pitched electrical scream emanated from our battered fridge.</p><p>It took a few minutes to make sense of the midnight scene. Except for my cousin, Jon, every member of the Kraken gang was present. Farlo, who paced the kitchen. Bersha and Tomi, scrubbing blood from their hands. My brother, Korl, and his girlfriend, Anees, talking in a corner.</p><p>A gun lay on the edge of the table. Black, metallic, and menacing.</p><p>A gun.</p><p>I should have asked where it came from and why it was in our kitchen. Rumours of guns and knives were rife throughout Exer City, but I’d never thought my family were involved. As far as I knew, the Kraken gang avoided trouble.</p><p>“What’s going on? Has anyone seen Jon? I did knock,” I said stupidly. Obliviously. Trying to avoid being told off. My brother was a rule dictator, and I didn’t want to be grounded again.</p><p>Korl stopped whispering. For a really long minute, he didn’t say anything, only looked across at me where I huddled in striped nightie and cat-print socks.</p><p>It was then I realised and acknowledged something was very wrong. Korl’s face was vacant, glassy-eyed, and lacking in expression. It upset me. I wanted him to shout the safety of our normal boundaries: Get back to bed! You don’t wander the flat at night alone.</p><p>But he didn’t. Nobody said a word. The only sounds were of frenzied scrubbing and the screaming electric wire. Minutes went by. I didn’t think of the significance of the gun.</p><p>Absent-mindedly, I picked up a cloth and started wiping the table. “Blood. Urgh.”</p><p>Anees leapt into action and shook my brother’s arm until he rattled. “Devi!” she hissed violently. “Put the gun down. Go to bed and lock the door. Now!”</p><p>The moments of excruciating weirdness came to an abrupt end when Korl thumped the fridge hard enough to break open the universe. “Get that thing out of here! Why have you people brought a gun into my home?”</p><p>His voice was strained and wild. I thought he was about to cry and considered going back to bed. Although I often ignored my brother, it was usually obvious when it was time to bolt.</p><p>He blinked, looked from Tomi to Anees, and then finally at me. His eyes went from glazed to heated. When he spoke, he’d regained control.</p><p>“Go to bed, Devi. Everyone get out except Anees.”</p><p>I finished cleaning the weapon but didn’t let it go.</p><p>Right then, Jon walked in and saw me holding the gun. I swear, every normal sound in the flat—screaming fridge wire, dripping tap, Korl’s alarm clock—stopped. My kind-hearted cousin disintegrated. His hands trembled and tears started in his eyes. Normally, I’d have run to help.</p><p>“Jon,” Korl said. “Mate! It’s not what you think. Nobody’s seriously hurt. It was just a scrape.”</p><p>A huge sob ripped through my cousin’s body, and he uttered a horrible sound of pain. It transported me from numbness into a different reality.</p><p>I hallucinated a soldier; lying in a heap on the ground. Our flat became a large hall, and somehow, I knew the visage was a memory.</p><p>“He’s dead!” I threw the gun. It skittered, rolled, and landed in a corner.</p><p>Next thing, I was locked in my bedroom with no memory of the journey there. I was resentful and angry, but not scared. Jon would be around in the morning to hug me and listen to my childish rants. He’d sort it out, like always—explain what was going on and make me feel better.</p><p>I fell asleep hugging my knees by the door and was woken sometime later by Korl.</p><p>“What are you doing down there?” he said. “Get into bed.”</p><p>I did as he demanded despite being stiff from cold. It didn’t matter Breen was hot during the day. Once the sun went down, the temperature plummeted. “At last! You can’t ignore me forever.” My voice shook from lack of sleep and delayed shock at the events from earlier.</p><p>He switched on the lamp. “You’re so dramatic. Who’s ignoring you?” He felt my ice-cold arm and groaned. “Devi Bee, you’re shivering.”</p><p>I didn’t feel well. What had happened in the kitchen didn’t seem real. Nothing made sense. It was as if the whole night had happened years before.</p><p>“Did you see the soldier, Korl? What—what happened? Where’s Jon? Is he all right?”</p><p>From the way my brother’s shoulders stiffened, it was obvious he’d heard and knew to what I referred. “You’re freezing.”</p><p>“What do you expect? You abandoned me like dirt.”</p><p>It was easy to be defiant. After all, Jon was in the next room and would stop anything bad from happening to me. In the morning, he’d make us hot chocolate and pancakes and laugh about what had happened; he would.</p><p>My thoughts led back to the gun. “Whose blood was it? What’s going on? I’m scared.”</p><p>Korl flinched. “No need to be. You could do with an extra layer. It’s sub-zero in here.”</p><p>He left and carelessly dragged back a blanket from Jon’s room. It was the blue one with pictures of horses, my cousin’s favourite. I bought it for him last winter when it seemed the snow would never stop falling. We’d talked about where we wanted to ride on horseback. Because we didn’t have much money, every gift was precious. My cousin wouldn’t like Korl taking the blanket or dragging it across the floor.</p><p>“Won’t Jon need that? Put it back,” I said.</p><p>“He won’t need it. He won’t mind.”</p><p>Korl thoughtfully tucked me in and made jokes. He was indifferent to the events of a few hours before and even sang a stupid song about how to bath a cow. 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Eule Grey has settled, for now, in the north UK. She’s worked in education, justice, youth work, and even tried her hand at butter-spreading in a sandwich factory. Sadly, she wasn’t much good at any of them!
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<h1 style="text-align: center;">Betrayal by Pelaam</h1>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Book Description</b></h1>
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<p><em>Zale Zelinski is a billionaire, and pack Alpha Tawera is a runaway fae. Their worlds are about to collide in more ways than one.</em></p><p>Zale Zelinski is a CEO, a playboy, a pack Alpha and a billionaire. When attacks are made on livestock in nearby farms, suspicion falls on the shifter community.</p><p>Tawera, one of the<em> patupaiarehe</em> of the nearby forest, is horrified to find his family is planning his marriage—one he doesn’t want. He runs away to hide in the human world.</p><p>When the two meet, instinct takes over before both recover their wits. But when they meet again, Tawera recognizes that Zale is the mate he has dreamed of.</p><p>However, while there’s danger nearby, Zale keeps Tawera at arm’s length, prepared to let him—as well as others—think he feels nothing.</p><p>Time is against them as Zale slowly uncovers a nest of betrayal, treachery and murder. Then his enemies strike at those dearest to him.</p><p>Even if Zale can track down those responsible for the attacks and bring them to account, can he keep the love of an increasingly estranged Tawera—or will he lose him forever?</p><h3 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61970866-betrayal" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Add to Goodreads</a></h3>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;">About the Authors</h1>
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Living in clean, green New Zealand, Pelaam is a multi-published author of gay romance and erotica. When not working at writing, Pelaam likes to indulge in her other passions of cookery and wine appreciation.
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Jason Wrench is a professor in the Department of Communication at SUNY New Paltz and has authored/edited 15+ books and over 35 academic research articles. He is also an avid reader and regularly reviews books for publishers in a wide number of genres. This book marks his first full-length work of fiction.
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance with one MC being an FTM Transman</p>
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<p>This is not a romance. This is what happens when life goes on, when people grow and fall out of sync. Not out of love; some people are just meant to be.</p>
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<p>Thomas at least hopes that is the case, even though he sometimes feels like he’s clinging to his marriage by a brittle thread.</p>
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<p>Frank clutches to the scraps that are left, knowing he’s the root cause of Thomas’ grey hairs, their kids being hormonal monsters and his own sanity being questionable at the best of times.</p>
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<p>Gabriel needs to stop worrying and take control of his life, but with young kids and a body that refuses to do what it’s supposed to do—to sustain and nourish and build muscle to keep bones in place—his feels like a traitor, laughing in his face when he struggles to keep it together. He knows he is loved. His kids are everything. But his marriage feels like a distant memory, and he’s tumbling from one disaster into another. It’s just…life.</p>
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<p>Bruno thought this holiday would bring them closer together as a family. Isn’t that what a trip abroad is supposed to do? Four weeks in the Swedish mosquito-infested countryside, sharing a farm with strangers. He should have known better.</p>
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<p>Life is good. But the rest? Lies. All lies.</p>
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<p><em><br />This is the first of two books following a lifelong friendship between two families. A slice of life from two established M/M couples, children galore, stray sheep, heat, sizzle and laughter, this is what happens after the HEA.</em></p>
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<p>“You know, Thomas, there’s no need to feel jealous,” Bruno said softly.</p>
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<p>“Well, <em>I</em> am.” Bruno admitted with a touch of cockiness. “I’m fucking raging that he can talk to Frank, this dude he’s just met, about things he struggles to talk to me about. He should be talking to <em>me</em>. Shouldn’t he?”</p>
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<p>“You just said I shouldn’t feel jealous!” Thomas almost shrieked, gripping the worktop until the wood creaked under his knuckles.</p>
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<p>“You <em>are</em> jealous, and that’s the way it should be. You have a very, very handsome husband who loves you to the point that he can barely see through the love haze the two of you have going on. Frank adores you. You just don’t always see it, but that doesn’t mean he can’t talk to other people, have close friends, talk about things that he might not be able to talk to you about. It’s healthy and normal.”</p>
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<p>“Bloody doctors, you’re all the same, talking a load of crap.” Thomas was smiling underneath the stiff pose he was still holding. Thank God.</p>
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<p>“Yup, it’s all textbook doctor bullshit, mate.” Bruno laughed. “And I wasn’t lying about being jealous. But why would Gabriel even look twice at some random Norwegian dude when he has all this prime Italian quality stud at home?” He slapped his chest like some ridiculous alpha male, and Thomas chuckled and shook his head.</p>
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<p>“I know.” Bruno smiled, taking a step forward so he could pat Thomas’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t make it a week without Gabriel. He keeps me going, sorts me out. Puts me to bed at night and gets me up in the morning. Without him, I would probably be dead.”</p>
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<p>“Let me tell you something.” He took a deep breath because this wasn’t something he’d ever talked about, and he didn’t know why he suddenly felt like sharing. “I don’t understand much, and let me tell you, I’ve spent years specialising in the human body and mind. Personally, I’ve made some horrible mistakes, huge mistakes, and there are things I’ve done that I will always, always regret. I still struggle to grasp how the human brain works. I learn new stuff every day. But I understand depression. I understand losing control of your mind, and you do too. I bet you’ve stood at the edge of a cliff in your head and wondered what it would be like to jump. I know I have. I’ve wobbled and struggled and bloody lost my mind more than once, but the difference between you and me and Frank and Gabriel…”</p>
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<p>“Seriously, dude. Don’t be jealous. Don’t create drama where there is none. Let Frank and Gabriel have this. They need it. Well, I hardly know Frank, but Gabriel does. We’re just a bunch of messed-up gay men on holiday. Take it for what it is. Nothing more.”</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Sophia Soames </strong>should be old enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job. Her long-suffering husband just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The dogs are too. She lives in a creaky old house in rural London, although her heart is still in her native Scandinavia. Discovering that the stories in her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis ever, and she hopes it may long continue.</p>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">For more m/m fun, check us out at www.boymeetsboyreviews.com!</div>Boy Meets Boy Reviewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590207324716195882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4437135776066948221.post-26857628583703849072022-10-14T11:44:00.003-07:002022-10-14T12:41:57.351-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9dqqNXuy5h3bxe-H5mHXqjmxDRSbQT_WhldPtWPm4zVLDPXITj1I5dsUt3oUh0b_EgW_ByK5ZbSYAibPf1lIt5d_o7IaeVyPX-UTW6jwZSx7KVSKvllzw3Zbn0LhdDTOu-jFc5NA1cuD32buSrHcWJvxRR1JRgARtudWRsKAG37UsDR1nexETB_Q/s540/Unicorn%20Explosion%20-%20Blog%20Tour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9dqqNXuy5h3bxe-H5mHXqjmxDRSbQT_WhldPtWPm4zVLDPXITj1I5dsUt3oUh0b_EgW_ByK5ZbSYAibPf1lIt5d_o7IaeVyPX-UTW6jwZSx7KVSKvllzw3Zbn0LhdDTOu-jFc5NA1cuD32buSrHcWJvxRR1JRgARtudWRsKAG37UsDR1nexETB_Q/s320/Unicorn%20Explosion%20-%20Blog%20Tour.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title:<em> The Bond (Elemental Book 1)</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author: Xavier Axelson</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Themes: Loyalty, forgiveness, obligation, acceptance commitment</p>
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<p>Four men are about to discover things are definitely not what they seem…including themselves. Declan Makavoy, small town farmer and single father, finds out it’s not just his thumb that’s green. Ivan Soresceau, a local reporter, who always plays with fire in life and love, is about to discover what it means to be burned. Chester Silberglocke, the ailing but sage chiropractor, finds his death only the beginning of an atmospheric afterlife. Vinny Pirelli, the local swimming champ may make waves inside and outside the pool but has no idea he is the last piece in a dangerous and life-changing puzzle. Seduction and unearthly occurrences are only the beginning in what proves to be a race against time as Declan, Ivan, Chester, and Vinny are pitted against a dark force beyond imagination, in the ultimate battle of good versus evil. </p>
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<p>The wind carried the unpleasant smell of decay. In the heat of summer, the odor is nectar sweet, but in autumn, decay is unexpected. In the summer, it could be tomatoes left too long on the vine, fresh roadkill or sewage wafting up from the dank sidewalk grates. Autumn chilled the stench, offered it bite and acid. The hair on my neck stood on end. I dug my hands deeper into my pockets. </p>
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<p>Coming out of the tree-lined path leading to the fields reminded me of emerging from a dream. Overwrought and graphic, like an illustration in a bad comic, the scene unfolded block-by-block, piece-by-piece. The fields were barren, except where remains of gourds and pumpkins jutted from the earth like fevered skulls, things emerging to the cold dreary light. The distant pine trees lined the border of my property like sentries sent from a general to contain the scene. Beyond the trees, the forest appeared a black mass; empty and full at the same time. Perhaps Adam’s body—or Adam himself—waited, hidden in the woods.</p>
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<p>A new but not unfamiliar wave of pain welled within my chest so I thought I’d burst. Adam was dead. Dead…How could he be…?</p>
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<p>Antonia sat, facing him. She’d been playing house or school with her gourd-squash students. Her singsong contrasted with the fouled air, unnerving me.</p>
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<p>Behind her, centered in the field, something either unaware or unconcerned with our presence was consuming the remaining pumpkins.</p>
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<p>“Declan,” Chester breathed, “stay still.”</p>
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<p>“Get her.” I heaved, trying to breathe through the stink. “I <em>have</em> to get her.” </p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Xavier Axelson is a writer and columnist living in Los Angeles. Axelson’s work has been featured in various erotic and horror anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2016 Volume 2, Best Gay Erotica 2015. </p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genres: Gay contemporary sports romance</p>
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<p>Ex-quarterback Davis Abernathy knows he’s on his last chance.<br /><br />If he strikes out as Paxton Kelly’s coach, nobody else is going to call him. Not to get back on the field, and not to stand on the sidelines.<br /><br />He’s got a lot to teach Pax, and as a second-year quarterback, Pax has a lot to learn. But Davis doesn’t anticipate the irresistible way they’ll be drawn together from their first meeting. He never could have predicted such a fierce and uncontrollable yearning—or that Pax would feel the same.<br /><br />It should be easy to remember rules aren’t meant to be broken, and certain lines aren’t meant to be crossed, but the only thing that’s easy is falling totally, completely in love with Pax.<br /><br />As Davis falls harder, Pax succeeding becomes just as important—and maybe more so—than resurrecting his own career. If he messes this up, his last chance isn’t all he’ll be sacrificing.<br /><br />What he should be is focused on being the perfect mentor. But what he wants is Pax in his bed, Pax in his life, and more impossibly, to win Pax’s heart forever.</p>
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<p>Davis gave Pax credit, watching him after the game, because he put on a good face. The kind of face that a leader would wear when one of his players had an extraordinary game, and Dylan undeniably had. He’d tied the record for the most field goals made in a single game. </p>
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<p>Davis thought he might be the only one who saw the frustration lingering in Pax’s face. The only one who looked close enough to see it.</p>
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<p>This was always where he went to decompress after a game, and after the media had finished tearing him apart.</p>
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<p>Davis knew it wasn’t goddamn easy, and he didn’t begrudge Pax the quiet time he needed. Whatever was required to rebuild the confidence, to shore up the walls that everyone constantly kept trying to tear down.</p>
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<p>When he appeared in the mouth of the hallway, Pax glanced up. “I just need another minute,” he said.</p>
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<p>“It’s cool,” Davis said. He took the spot right next to Pax, leaning against the wall, too. Didn’t say anything else. Just watched.</p>
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<p>Pax’s head was tipped back, eyes closed, as the stress of the day slowly slipped off his face. He had a good week’s worth of scruff, golden brown and glinting even in the darkened light of the hallway. He’d unbuttoned his suit jacket, and Davis could see the shadow of his torso under the white shirt he wore underneath it.</p>
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<p>Davis’ fingers flexed. He wanted so bad to reach out and touch, even though he knew he couldn’t.</p>
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<p>But for one minute, for sixty seconds, he let himself really want it; for once, didn’t try to bury the desire, just <em>felt </em>it. It didn’t make this any easier, but there was something freeing about letting himself have this. Even if it was only for a brief moment.</p>
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<p>He was on second sixty-seven when finally, Pax spoke.</p>
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<p>Pax shot him a look. Hot, singeing him around the edges. The desire flared, but this time, Davis stuffed it right back down, right back into its box, straining at the corners and joints. But it held. Barely.</p>
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<p>They’d won the game today. They were four and two, and they’d won their last four games. Pax had come so far. The last thing Davis needed to do was lose himself.</p>
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<p>“Okay, fine, yeah, I’m gonna do something about it. But you’re not going to like it.”</p>
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<p>“Oh, I didn’t think I was going to <em>like </em>it.” Pax’s voice was very dry. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but Davis knew that if he did, he’d see amusement in them.</p>
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<p>“If it’s any consolation, I’m not sure I’ll like it either.” He already knew he wouldn’t. But it would make Paxton a better football player, and that was the only thing that mattered. Not all of his sleepless nights, not all of his pointless yearning, not any of the feelings that he kept trying to push away.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: Magic & Home</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Series</b>: Monster Apocalypse 2</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Alexa Piper</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>: Changeling Press, LLC</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: 10/7/2022</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 4 - Lots of Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Male</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 156</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Romance, Erotica</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Synopsis</b></h1><p>Over the past two years, Rory has learned that other people aren’t the best of company, that the guilt of causing the Apocalypse is a heavy burden, and that monsters only see him as a meal. Until Rory met Inkiri, who sees Rory as his mate.</p><p>Now, Rory has to navigate what it means to be with someone who not only isn’t human but who also is from another world altogether… and since Rory finds himself in that otherworld all of a sudden, he has to adapt fast. Inkiri definitely has no intention of slowing down in his quest to make his human mate happy.</p><p>While Rory is beginning to wrap his head around liking the new place and the new customs, he can’t relax into a peaceful happily ever after because whatever connection Rory has to the magic that unleashed the Apocalypse, people want that, meaning they want him. Where Rory and his newfound family ran to may not have been far enough to escape their pursuers’ clutches.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1>
<p><b>Magic & Home (Monster Apocalypse 2)</b><br /><b>Alexa Piper</b><br /><b>All rights reserved.</b><br /><b>Copyright ©2022 Alexa Piper</b></p><p>The sun had risen, and the room in the hotel was no longer shadows of charcoal and ash but honeyed wood and fabrics of red and blue in the bedding and pillows. I was wrapped in big blue monster. Literally. Inkiri, the big blue monster in question, was all over me. Also still in me, but really, a barbed cock in my ass no longer felt as weird as maybe it should have.</p><p>“How do you even sleep with those horns?” I asked. Inkiri had been devotedly licking my neck, and with him being so much bigger than me, that meant his ibex horns had gotten pretty close to my face. They were a little bit intimidating.</p><p>Inkiri looked up, and it was now bright enough in the room that I could see him properly -- the light blue skin, the ink-dark hair and indigo eyes. His hair was still unbraided. I knew we’d only gotten here, to Aër, yesterday after the shootout and the violence that had happened at the Stone of Destiny back in Ireland, and he’d mostly taken care of me. Doing his braids had been pretty low on his list of important things. What I did remember from that strange state of being unable to interact but <i>knowing</i> was that I had been Inkiri’s top priority, that he’d cared for me, worried for me. He’d barely even left my side.</p><p>“Pillows,” he said and fluffed one above my head. Among all the fluffy ones on the bed I’d noticed, the one he was showing me was harder than any pillow I would find comfortable, but that made sense. More support so he wouldn’t lie on those horns. “How are you feeling, sweet thing?” he asked in his sexy, British accent.</p><p>He looked down on me with those cat eyes. Those very loving cat eyes. A warm shiver chased over my skin, and it was a bit much, to be honest. Or almost a bit much. Well, with being on Earth no longer, it was a bit much.</p><p>“Fine,” I said and looked around the room.</p><p>It was now really bright out, a sunny day, but milky screens on the inside of the windows hid the glass and dimmed the light.</p><p>I could tell the room was not quite what you’d find on Earth. Most of it was hardwood flooring except for where we were, the bed, or bedding. Thickly woven carpets were piled beneath the bedding, which was pretty soft, actually. Surprisingly soft for pretty much sleeping on the floor, futon-style.</p><p>Inkiri’s swords were on the floor next to the bedding, which was not where I would have put them, but okay. Maybe sleeping next to your swords was a thing here.</p><p>The only other thing I could see in the room was a low table with several seating cushions around it and a stoneware pot of tea or water next to some cups.</p><p>My stomach immediately reacted to the visual cue of food-related items and growled noisily.</p><p>Inkiri chuckled. “Fine but hungry?” He kissed the side of my mouth human-style. “Come, let’s clean you up and feed you, sweet thing.”</p><p>“I guess I could eat,” I said, and I definitely could. A whole… whatever they served here. I wasn’t sure when my last meal had been, but probably before I had puked all over the corpse of the big orange spider back at the monster place.</p><p>The memory of the memorable arachnid also brought back the memory of how the cola ash -- the Koa Esher -- had waylaid us and how Inkiri had said good-bye to me when Vergis had dragged me away. <i>Remember it always, sadir</i>, he’d said. <i>That I loved you. From the moment I saw you</i>. I buried my head in his chest at the memory, relieved to the bottom of my soul that I didn’t have to remember but that he was still here to remind me.</p><p>“I love you,” I told him. What can I say? Dwelling on the past always made me very emotional.</p><p>“And I you, sadir,” Inkiri said. He clicked at me and ran his warm palms down my back. “But as much as I would like to keep you in bed, I’ll not let you go hungry.”</p><p>Inkiri clicked as he pulled out of me slowly. His barb had gone down, thankfully, and also thankfully, he was still slick with his own lubricant. I looked down between us at his massive, self-lubricating and darker blue dick. The top part with its more bulbous and pointier tip still amazed me as did that fact that thing had been in me. With barbs that kept it inside. And I’d sort of liked the thing with the barbs. That was the weirdest part.</p><p>Inkiri was extremely graceful for his size, and he was on his feet quickly and just as quickly, he gathered me in his arms.</p><p>“I think you are a bit too light,” he said as he walked to the wall on the opposite side of the bed area. “I’d like to plump you up.”</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase</b></h1>
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</b></h1><p style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" class="size-thumbnail alignleft wp-image-96339" data-attachment-id="96339" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-caption="" data-image-description="" data-image-meta="{"aperture":"0","credit":"","camera":"","caption":"","created_timestamp":"0","copyright":"","focal_length":"0","iso":"0","shutter_speed":"0","title":"","orientation":"0"}" data-image-title="Alexa" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Alexa.jpg?fit=173%2C192&ssl=1" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Alexa.jpg?fit=173%2C192&ssl=1" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Alexa.jpg?fit=173%2C192&ssl=1" data-orig-size="173,192" data-permalink="https://www.indigomarketingdesign.com/?attachment_id=96339" height="150" src="https://i0.wp.com/www.indigomarketingdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Alexa.jpg?resize=150%2C150&ssl=1" width="150" /></p><p>Alexa (she/her) has a lot of characters living in her head and wanting their stories told. Many of these people get snarky and won’t stop complaining if Alexa is too slow writing them, which means that for this author, sleep is a luxury. Consequently, Alexa is a coffee addict, but she is sure she has it under control (six cups of coffee are normal in a morning, right? Right!?)
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<a href="https://www.otherworldsink.com/book/clarity/" target="_blank"><center><img alt="Clarity Anthology" height="640" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/COVER-Clarity.jpg" width="427" /></center></a><p></p><p>Queer Sci Fi's newest LGBTQ+ speculative fiction anthology is here: <i>Clarity</i>. And there's a giveaway.</p><p></p><p><b>Clarity (noun)</b></p><p></p><p>Four definitions to inspire writers around the world and an unlimited number of possible stories to tell:</p><p></p><p>1) Coherent and intelligible</p><p>2) Transparent or pure</p><p>3) Attaining certainty about something</p><p>4) Easy to see or hear</p><p></p><p>Clarity features 300-word speculative flash fiction stories from across the rainbow spectrum, from the minds of the writers of Queer Sci Fi.</p><p></p><p>About the Series:</p><p></p><p>Every year, Queer Sci Fi runs a one-word theme contest for 300 word flash fiction stories, and then we choose 120 of the best for our annual anthology.</p><p></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.otherworldsink.com/book/clarity/?cn-reloaded=1" target="_blank">Publisher</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BF5GKLRH" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://tools.applemediaservices.com/book/6443393268?country=us" target="_blank">iBooks</a> | <a href="https://tools.applemediaservices.com/book/6443393268?country=us" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/clarity-43" target="_blank">Kobo</a> | <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1165608" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> | <a href="https://www.otherworldsink.com/book/clarity/" target="_blank">Universal Buy Link</a></h2><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Giveaway</b></p><p></p><p>QSF is giving away a $25 Amazon Gift Card + Innovation / Ink eBooks with this tour:</p><p></p><p><a class="rcptr" data-raflid="b60e8d47258" data-template="" data-theme="classic" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47258/" id="rcwidget_abkvd677" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script></p><p></p><p>Direct Link: <a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47258/?" target="_blank">http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47258/?</a></p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>Excerpt</b></p><p></p><p><a href="https://www.otherworldsink.com/book/clarity/"></a></p><center><a href="https://www.otherworldsink.com/book/clarity/"><img alt="Clarity meme" height="600" src="https://www.otherworldsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/MEME4-Clarity.jpg" width="600" /></a></center><p></p><p>It's hard to tell a story in just 300 words, so it’s only fair that I limit this foreword to exactly 300 words, too. This year, 312 writers took the challenge, with stories across the queer spectrum. The contest rules are simple. Submit a complete, well-written Clarity-themed 300 word sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal or horror story with LGBTQ+ characters.</p><p></p><p>For our ninth year and eighth anthology, we chose the theme “Clarity.” The interpretations run from an “Aha!” moment to the bubbling laughter of water to a private, life-changing realization. There are little jokes, big surprises, and future prognostications that will make your head spin.</p><p></p><p>I'm proud that this collection includes many colors of the LGBTQ+ (or QUILTBAG, if you prefer) universe—lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex, queer, and asexual characters populate these pages—our most diverse contest yet. There's a bit of romance, too—and a number of stories solidly on the "mainstream" side. Flash fiction is short, fun, and easy to read. You may not fall in love with every story—in fact, you probably won't. But if you don't like one, just move on to the next, and you're sure to find some bite-sized morsels of flash fiction goodness. There are so many good stories in here—choose your own favorites.</p><p></p><p>We chose three winning stories, fiver judges' choice picks, and one director’s pick, all marked in the text. Thanks to our judges—Angel Martinez, B.A. Brock, Ava Kelly, Lexi Ander, and J.M. Dabney—for selflessly giving their time, love, and energy to this project. And to Ryane Chatman too, for editing.</p><p></p><p>At Queer Sci Fi, we're building a community of writers and readers who want a little rainbow in their speculative fiction. Join us and submit a story of your own next time!</p><p></p><p></p><hr /><p></p><p><b>The Authors</b></p><p></p><ul><p> </p><li>A Acosta - Stuck in the Space Elevator</li><p> </p><li>A. B. Encarnacion - Arene, 27F Invisible</li><p> </p><li>A.H. Lykke - Fresh</li><p> </p><li>A.J. Clarke - Shinigami</li><p> </p><li>Abbie Bernstein - Kids Know</li><p> </p><li>Alden Loveshade - Clouds</li><p> </p><li>Alex Blanc - Death by Siren</li><p> </p><li>Alex Liddell - Telegram From the Netherland</li><p> </p><li>Alex Silver - Smile</li><p> </p><li>Alison J. McKenzie - Happy to Help</li><p> </p><li>Allan Dyen-Shapiro - Oysters and Other Slimy Creatures</li><p> </p><li>Alma Nilsson - Meet Me at the South Gate</li><p> </p><li>Amanda Meuwissen - Willows</li><p> </p><li>Andrea Stanet - Bathtub Gin</li><p> </p><li>Anne Smith - A Glimpse</li><p> </p><li>Anton Kukal - Detonation</li><p> </p><li>Antonia Aquilante - Through the Glass</li><p> </p><li>Avery Vanderlyle - Taking the Plunge</li><p> </p><li>Barbara Krasnoff - Age Cannot Wither Her</li><p> </p><li>Beáta Fülöp - The Unicorn Handler</li><p> </p><li>Belinda McBride - The Choice</li><p> </p><li>Blaine D. Arden - No Crime Unseen</li><p> </p><li>C.T. Phipps - The Chase Was Enough</li><p> </p><li>Camryn Burke - Burden of the Blurred</li><p> </p><li>Caro Soles - The Truth Sayer</li><p> </p><li>Catherine Yeates - Outpouring</li><p> </p><li>Chloe Schaefer - Matthias</li><p> </p><li>Crysta Coburn - The Ghost Maid</li><p> </p><li>D.M. Rasch - Crystal Clear</li><p> </p><li>Daria Richter - Make Me Real</li><p> </p><li>Darrell Z. Grizzle - The Vampire and the Werewolf Priest</li><p> </p><li>David Viner - The Best Solution</li><p> </p><li>Derwin Mak - Software Update</li><p> </p><li>Devon Widmer - Post-Apocalyptic Goo</li><p> </p><li>Drew Baker - The Only Question I Could Ask</li><p> </p><li>E. W. Murks - Earth Day</li><p> </p><li>Elizabeth Hawxhurst - Inflection Point</li><p> </p><li>Emmy Eui - Sunset</li><p> </p><li>Gina Storm Grant - Clearing the Heir</li><p> </p><li>Ginger Streusel - Lovers' Letters</li><p> </p><li>Gordon Bonnet - Refraction</li><p> </p><li>Isa Reneman - The Furthest Horizon</li><p> </p><li>Isabel McKeough - The Art of Not Blowing Up</li><p> </p><li>Isobel Granby - Sea-Glass</li><p> </p><li>Izzy Tyack - Magically Induced Clarity</li><p> </p><li>J Sigel - Hindsight</li><p> </p><li>J.S. Gariety - Bloom</li><p> </p><li>Jaime Munn - Impulse</li><p> </p><li>James Dunham - Brain of Theseus</li><p> </p><li>Jamie Lackey - The Cursed Princess</li><p> </p><li>Jamie Sands - Remote Working Gothic</li><p> </p><li>Jana Denardo - Unexpected</li><p> </p><li>Jane Suen - Bowls of Steaming Noodles</li><p> </p><li>Jason Sárközi-Forfinski - ACAB</li><p> </p><li>Jaymie Wagner - Harmony</li><p> </p><li>Jendayi Brooks-Flemister - Heartsbeats</li><p> </p><li>Jennifer Haskin - Cold Conviction</li><p> </p><li>Jess Nevins - Stagecoach Mary Versus the Ghost of Cascade</li><p> </p><li>Joe DeRouen - The World Around Her</li><p> </p><li>Jordan Ulibarri - Franklin</li><p> </p><li>Josie Kirkwood - The Blue Capsule Experience</li><p> </p><li>Julie Bozza - Verity</li><p> </p><li>K.L. Noone - The Unicorn's Knight</li><p> </p><li>K.S. Murphy - Looped</li><p> </p><li>Kaje Harper - Beneath the Surface</li><p> </p><li>Kayleigh Skye - Blue</li><p> </p><li>Kim Fielding - Shared Language</li><p> </p><li>Kiya Nicoll - The Satyr and the Wishing Pond</li><p> </p><li>Kora Knight - Sunrise</li><p> </p><li>Kris Jacen - Visus</li><p> </p><li>Krystle Matar - My Poppy Fields Are Burning</li><p> </p><li>Lloyd A. Meeker - Ruti's Prayer</li><p> </p><li>Lori Alden Holuta - Magic Mirror</li><p> </p><li>M. X. Kelly - Muddy the Waters</li><p> </p><li>Marie Victoria Robertson - As Foretold</li><p> </p><li>Mary Kuna - Late Bloomer</li><p> </p><li>Megan Baffoe - Ribbon Thread</li><p> </p><li>Megan Diedericks - The Closet is Made of Mahogany</li><p> </p><li>Megan Hippler - The Gift</li><p> </p><li>Mere Rain - With Clear Eyes</li><p> </p><li>Minerva Cerridwen - Secundum Artem</li><p> </p><li>Monique Cuillerier - Through This Window</li><p> </p><li>Nathan Alling Long - The Shadow of Doubt</li><p> </p><li>Nathaniel Taff - The Gauntlet</li><p> </p><li>Nicole Dennis - Orange Dust</li><p> </p><li>Oskar Leonard - Murcorpio</li><p> </p><li>Patricia Loofbourrow - There's Something Weird About Joe</li><p> </p><li>Phoebe Ching - The Killer Cupid</li><p> </p><li>R.L. Merrill - The Sitter</li><p> </p><li>Rainie Zenith - Crystal Clear</li><p> </p><li>Raven Oak - Wrinkled</li><p> </p><li>Rdp - Alice!</li><p> </p><li>RE Andeen - Male Female Nonbinary Other</li><p> </p><li>RE Carr - A Woman's Reward</li><p> </p><li>Rie Sheridan Rose - The Night Witch</li><p> </p><li>Rin Sparrow - Never Alone</li><p> </p><li>RL Mosswood - A Trick of the Nerves</li><p> </p><li>RoAnna Sylver - The Face in the Mirror</li><p> </p><li>Rob Bliss - PSI Ecstasy</li><p> </p><li>Rory Ni Coileain - One Night in Troy</li><p> </p><li>Sacchi Green - The Star Beast</li><p> </p><li>Sage HN - Impact</li><p> </p><li>Scott Jenson - Cycles</li><p> </p><li>Sheryl Hayes - A Smoking Hot Proposal</li><p> </p><li>Shirley Meier - Upon Reflection</li><p> </p><li>SI CLARKE - If the Shoe Fits</li><p> </p><li>Siri Paulson - Blood and Water</li><p> </p><li>Stacy Noe - Demons Need Love Too</li><p> </p><li>Stephen B. Pearl - Sad Reality</li><p> </p><li>Stephen Dedman - Through a Glass Clearly</li><p> </p><li>Steve Fuson - Translucent</li><p> </p><li>Steve Rasnic Tem - The Man in the Mirror</li><p> </p><li>T.J. Reed - New Memories</li><p> </p><li>Terry Poole - A Grey Man</li><p> </p><li>Tori Thompson - A Visage of Home</li><p> </p><li>V. Astor Solomon - Blood Will Show Us Who We Are</li><p> </p><li>W. Dale Jordan - Ascension</li><p> </p><li>Warren Rochelle - Ghosts</li><p> </p><li>William R. 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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b>Author Lucy Moon and Indigo Marketing promote LGBTQIA+ romance, <i>Ace of Hearts</i> from NineStar Press! Find out more about the new adult contemporary and enter in the NSP credit giveaway today!</b></span></span>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Title</b>: Ace of Hearts</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Author</b>: Lucy Mason</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Publisher</b>:<b> </b>NineStar Press</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Release Date</b>: 10/04/2022</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Heat Level</b>: 1 - No Sex</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Pairing</b>: Male/Female</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Length</b>: 60200</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre</b>: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, Romance, contemporary, new adult, family-drama, asexual, college students, sports injury, fake marriage, slow burn, friends to lovers, abusive father, depression</p>
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Hesper Stalides and Felix Morlan have been best friends for as long as they can remember, bonding over their troubled home lives. When a horrible sports injury derails Felix’s promising career and results in the loss of his scholarship, Hesper offers a proposition: a year-long marriage of convenience so he can get free tuition at the college where she works. </p><p>It isn’t supposed to be complicated…until they fall in love for real. When Hesper reveals that she’s asexual, Felix must reassess everything he thinks about love and ask himself what he’s willing to sacrifice for a future with Hesper—before the past she’s spent her life running from can take her away from him forever.
</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Excerpt</b></h1><p>Ace of Hearts<br />Lucy Mason © 2022<br />All Rights Reserved</p><p>Hesper</p><p>It was not my Felix Morlan lying in the hospital bed, tangled in the sterile white sheets. He was the bravest, funniest, most cheerful man I knew, strong enough to make up for it when his friends were weak, and this wasn’t him. I brushed his dark hair away from his forehead, which was glistening with sweat, pain hazing over his eyes.</p><p>“Sorry I scared you, Hes.” His voice cracked, and I handed him a Styrofoam cup filled with cold water and ice chips.</p><p>“I’m just glad you’re…”</p><p>Okay? Of course he wasn’t okay. One of his teammates had shown me a replay of the hit that had hyperextended his knee and destroyed his ACL. It had been on mute, and Felix was wearing a helmet that obscured part of his face, but the contorted expression of agony was seared into my memory. He may or may not have blacked out from the pain; I wasn’t sure because I quit watching, unable to stomach it.</p><p>“Want me to call the nurse?” I asked tentatively.</p><p>He turned his head away, but not before I caught the shine of tears gathering in his eyes. His leg was wrapped heavily in dressings, but I’d seen it when he came out of surgery, exhausted but too frightened to sleep while I waited. The skin around his knee was swollen, an angry red color where staples held the surgical wounds closed. I’d sat by his bed, sketching on the small pad I kept in Calamity, my old Jeep, while he slept off the anesthesia. But he was awake now, and he twisted his calloused hands in the sheets.</p><p>“They’ll be keeping me for observation for a few days. Go home and get some rest.”</p><p>“Nope.”</p><p>“Some of the guys from the team will stop by and—”</p><p>“Nope,” I reiterated firmly, crossing my arms.</p><p>It was a policy we’d had with each other our whole lives, and it didn’t change even when we’d moved halfway across the country together for college: we had nobody else here, but we had each other. He’d watched my back, and I would watch his. Felix and I had been best friends since we were old enough to walk and talk. Now, his mom was in jail while his dad was busy raising his six younger siblings, and I had run away from Missouri to avoid getting an order of protection against my own father. We’d basically raised each other. I wasn’t running away at the first sign of trouble.</p><p>“Show me.” He held out one hand for my sketch pad and I clutched it to my chest. “Come on.”</p><p>Normally this was fine. I’d draw tables covered in leaves, teacups and books and pocket watches and chunks of amethyst and rusty old keys, the kind of things I found aesthetically soothing. But I’d been doing something different while he slept, trying to erase the memory of his pain in the video replay of his injury. I’d drawn the slightly blocky angle of his jaw, his mouth turned up in half a smile, a five-o’clock shadow dusting the sides of his face. I’d drawn him happy, my best copy of the way he looked in my favorite memory of him.</p><p>I contemplated crumpling the page before he could see it.</p><p>Instead, I flipped back to an earlier page where I’d been doing a study of the trees outside his hospital window, light filtering through them in an orange haze as the sun rose. I hadn’t been able to quite capture it with the small bag of pencils I had on hand, but it was enough that he got the idea.</p><p>“Remind me again why you aren’t going into this?” He sounded clearer than he had in several hours, his eyes focused on my sketch pad. It was an uncomfortable feeling, to see someone marvel at my work. Like being under a microscope.</p><p>“No steady paycheck,” I reminded him, counting the reasons I’d rehearsed to people a hundred thousand times off on my fingers. “Deadlines would push me to create when I didn’t feel like it. I would grow to hate it if I had to do it for a living. The pressure would be too intense.”</p><p>I didn’t list the other reason. Sometimes it took every ounce of energy I possessed just to get up in the morning. Sometimes I simply didn’t have enough inside me to both function and create. Art was my escape. If I turned it into another source of stress, where would I hide when the rest of the world got to be too much? What would I do to restore the balance?</p><p>“Those are all good reasons,” he agreed begrudgingly, and he reached back over to hand the pad back to me, twisting slightly to do so.</p><p>He didn’t say a word but the set of his mouth and eyebrows told me he’d moved wrong, in a way that would have left him screaming if he hadn’t been so heavily medicated. My chest hurt, my lungs burning because I just couldn’t get enough oxygen in, because I couldn’t breathe looking at the way my best friend suffered. This was the sort of thing you read about in the paper or heard about on the news. It happened to other people, sure. But it wasn’t supposed to happen to Felix.</p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Purchase</b></h1>
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Lucy lives in rural southern Illinois with a frankly ridiculous amount of yarn and books. During the day she works in adult education and by night she’s a writer and dabbler in yarncrafts. She knits, loves video games and podcasts, and cries over fictional characters regularly.
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Book Title: <em>Bone to be Wilde (Holiday in Sunset Surf Book 2)</em></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Author and Publisher: Dani Lakely </p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Release Date: September 27, 2022</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Genre: M/M Halloween Rom-Com</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Tropes: Opposites attract, amnesia spell, small town romance</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Themes: Forgiveness</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Heat Rating: 3 flames </p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">It is the second book in the series, but may be read as a standalone. It does not end on a cliffhanger.</p>
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<p><em>It’s trick or treat for two smitten lovers in this seasonal holiday romance as Halloween approaches and a little unleashed magic lets the ghoul times roll.</em><br />Forrest’s to-do list:<br />1. Convince Jonathan to move in with him.<br />2. No, seriously. That’s it.<br /><br />It’s been nine months of playful bickering and bliss for Forrest Wilde and his boyfriend, Jonathan. But in order to move their relationship forward, Jonathan needs Forrest to find closure from his past.<br /><br />Alexander Adler is back in town and dragging all of Forrest’s ghosts screaming into the light. Is there still a spark waiting to ignite between Forrest and his ex, or are they nothing more than toasted history? Forrest isn’t exactly eager to find out, given that sometimes the monsters under the bed are people who haunt us from days gone by.<br /><br />Every autumn, the town of Sunset Surf comes alive in celebration of the season. But this year, when Forrest falls under a mysterious spell that forces him to forget the person he loves most, there will be plenty of spooks in store for the fun-loving and eccentric residents of this seaside village. Torn between flight and fright, Forrest must face his fears in order to make his way back to true love—or risk losing it forever.<br /><br /><em>Bone to be Wilde is a contemporary gay rom-com set in a small beach town on the Southern California coast. The story features an amnesia plot, hijinks and banter, corn maze capers, ghost stories, and a little black cat. Stop in for a spell if you’d like a Halloween treat!</em><br />* This story follows the events of the first book in the series, Merry & Sprite, but may be read as a standalone. </p>
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<p>The ghost story is read word for word until the bewitched dildo appears. </p>
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<p>“That’s not ... you’re messing up the entire book, Forrest!”</p>
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<p>Jonathan is sending him a withering glare from the worn and well-loved armchair he’s occupying. Forrest blinks lazily back at him, letting his mouth curve into a slow smile until Jonathan can’t resist and his frown breaks, the corners of his mouth lifting up too.</p>
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<p>“That’s not how we learned it in school,” Jonathan says primly, but he’s biting at his cheek, trying not to laugh. That right there is one of Forrest's favorite things about his boyfriend. Ruffling his feathers and then watching him completely eat it up. </p>
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<p>Which is preciously the reason he’s turning <em>The Legend of Sleepy Hollow</em> into gothic erotica as he reads aloud to Jonathan, tucked away in the reading nook at the local book shop. The try-before-you-buy section of the store is brimming with used paperbacks, each one more dog-eared and dusty than the last, scattered in senseless piles on shelves and spilling onto the floor.</p>
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<p>It’s one of their usual haunts for a late afternoon date, and on this particular Saturday in mid-October, Forrest is trying to draw out their time together as much as he can. </p>
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<p>“And then,” he continues in a sinister tone, “the women of Sleepy Hollow tied Ichabod up in the horse stables and gave the naughty schoolmaster his own education ... on strap-ons.”</p>
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<p>“You’re insufferable.”</p>
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<p>“Ichabod-od-od,” Forrest calls out, in a tone meant to annoy. “A curious and kinky spell had been cast upon him to bend over for anyone, at any time. Ichabod became the town—” </p>
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<p>“Hush! Don’t talk about spells in front of...” Jonathan’s eyes go wide as he nods towards a little black cat, curled up soundly in a reading chair nearby. <em>Lilith</em>, he mouths silently. </p>
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<p>There’s this kooky idea Jonathan’s latched onto about Lilith possessing magical powers. This came after he was struck on the head by a Christmas ornament and the fairy godfather capers that followed brought the two of them together. Forrest doesn’t like to think he got a boyfriend due to a braining, but here he is. </p>
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<p>He’s not going to deny the possibility that Jonathan may have been under somebody’s spell when he mysteriously started getting psychic visions that led him into granting the wishes of local townsfolk. But Forrest is resistant to boarding the Lilith train without any proof other than Jonathan thinking she winked at him. And <em>sparkled</em>, like some sort of glitter fairy of cats, which definitely isn’t a thing that exists. </p>
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<p>But the matter of wish-granting was not the first peculiar situation to occur around here, and many of these unexplained events happened long before Lilith trotted into town and charmed the entire village into taking her in. Though lately, she’s chosen Forrest’s bed to call her own. To be fair, he can’t blame her. His eight-hundred-count sheet set is <em>amazing</em>.</p>
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<p>The truth is, there’s always been something in the water at Sunset Surf, and he’s not just talking about the radical waves. </p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">DANI LAKELY is a recovering people-pleaser who loves a proper cup of tea, days spent at the ocean, and helicopter parenting the birds who frequent her yard in a small seaside town on the West Coast of the United States. Pretty much, if your granny's into it, so is Dani!</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center" style="text-align: center;">Often to be found with a book in hand, she reads across many genres, but her favorite is queer romance. Dani's fondness for love stories carried over from reading to writing, and she is genuinely happy to share her kissing books with you. </p>
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