Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Family Home by Blake Allwood

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Family Home
By Blake Allwood

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Coming Home Series, Book 2

Facing the past is never fun, especially when it involves seeing the man you still love. When their lives are once again intertwined, is a second chance possible?

Ash once stabbed his heart when he broke up with him, who cares if it was high school, pain is still pain. And speaking of pain, this broken foot has done nothing but keep him stuck in Crawford City.

Ash is now the town doctor after his dad retired, which means when the incredibly handsome and totally pissed off Todd comes in, Ash is the only person in town who can treat him.

Like it or not, when Ash and Todd’s dads drop a major bomb on them, the two men are forced to deal with one another.

Will they find a way around teenage misunderstandings and bad choices to rekindle a love that’s never stopped boiling, or will their pride forever keep them apart?

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I got to the doctor’s office and crawled out of the pickup and up the ramp. When I hopped up to the receptionist window, I asked, “Is Doc available?”

“Do you have an appointment?”

The pain in my foot was excruciating, and I ended up taking it out on the woman behind the counter.

“Of course, I don’t have an appointment, Clara Sue. I didn’t know I was gonna fall off the damned roof till it happened!”

“Well, Todd, don’t get your panties in a wad. We ask everyone that.”

Frustrated I turned around, “I’m gonna go sit in the waiting room. When Doc is ready, come get me!”

Luckily, there wasn’t anyone else there, so I was able to lift my injured leg up and prop it across the chairs beside me. I took my shoe and sock off and sure enough, the thing was turning purple and swelling. Damn, I must’ve broken it.

“Well, shit,” I whispered to myself just as Ashton Nash came into the room. “Hey, Todd, what’d you do there?” he asked.

Ashton Nash. I hadn’t laid eyes on the man in years. The sight of him squashed the pain and stirred up memories that spanned my childhood. We’d been best friends throughout school up until… well, until we weren’t. The thought of that, of what led up to my getting the hell out of this town so long ago, caused my stomach to churn. Or maybe that was just my throbbing foot, gut-punching me back to the present.

“What’s it look like, Ash? I messed up my foot. When’s your dad gonna be available?”

Ash looked at me funny, amusement showing on his face. “My dad retired, Todd. You didn’t know that?”

“No dammit! I didn’t know!” The pain and frustration of dealing with Ash was enough to unleash my inner asshole at full throttle.

“Let me take a look at that,” he said, making a move toward my bruised foot.

I instinctively pulled my foot away, “No, I prefer to have a doctor look at it. I think the damned thing’s broken.”

Clara Sue’s chuckle from her window drew my attention, and when I looked back up at Ash, he was smiling. He pointed to his name badge. “Doctor Nash, at your service.”

“How the hell did you become a doctor? You couldn’t even pass tenth-grade biology,” I said incredulously, unable to mask my growing frustration.

“Well, that was high school, and the reason I barely passed was because you were always hounding me to go swimmin’ in the river, or whatever, instead of studying.”

Through the deepening haze of pain radiating from my foot, I studied Ash. Long gone was the bright-eyed boy who’d awoken desires I’d never felt before, who’d given me my first kiss… and then ripped my heart out and stomped it into the ground.

In his place stood a man with sparkling eyes… A man who was too damned good looking for his own good… or mine for that matter.

Shaking off these thoughts I said, “Whatever… Still, I’d prefer to see your dad,” I said, the unease in my tone obvious to anyone within earshot, which no doubt still included Clara Sue.

“Todd, as I’ve already told you, Dad retired last year. I’m the only person here who can help. Everyone else is on vacation or at the homecoming parade.”

“You can’t treat me, Ash,” I whispered. “We were involved.”

“Why are you whispering? Everyone in town knows we were involved. You’re gonna have to see me, or go out of town. Want me to call you an ambulance?”

“Do you want a black eye?” I asked in all seriousness. “Damned if I’ll ever ride in one of those things, at least not while I’m awake.”

Ash chuckled. “Seriously, let me help you to the back and I’ll take a look. If it’s severe, and you don’t want me to treat you, I can have your dad drive you into Lebanon to see a different doctor.”

I gave him a dirty look, or at least I hoped it was. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be sure since the pain was taking its toll and that was probably the emotion etched on my face.

I stared at my foot a moment longer… I didn’t want Ash to treat me. I didn’t want anything to do with him. However, since I was unable to leave under my own power, and unwilling to be ambulanced out of town, the shithead had me over a barrel.

Just then, my dad burst into the waiting room. “What the hell happened to you?” he asked, full of what I could only assume was mock concern.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I stood, hopped out of Ash’s grip, and moved toward the exam rooms in the back.

“He did a number on his foot,” Ash told my dad.

“I thought there were rules against telling assholes personal information. What is it, HIPPO rules or something?” I gritted out through the pain.

Clara Sue giggled again, and I knew we were putting on quite a show. Fuck, if that isn’t going to be the entire town’s entertainment for a week.

“HIPAA, and when your dad can see for himself that it’s blown up like a freakin’ balloon, it’s not a violation.” Ash replied coolly.

Without another word, I hobbled into the room Ash’s dad, Doc, had always put me in when I’d visited him suffering with a cold or whatever.

Both men followed me, and Dad stood over my foot as Ash examined it.

“Can you move it?” Ash asked. I tried and even though it hurt like the dickens, I could indeed move it.

“Well, that’s good at least,” he said. “I’ll have Leslie set up an x-ray for you and then we’ll know for sure.”

Thank God Ash left the room, leaving just my father to deal with.

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Blake Allwood was born in west TN, then moved to Kansas City MO after attending college in Lamoni, Iowa. He met his husband in 1995 and they officially married in 2015, once gay marriage was legalized. In 2017, he and his husband sold their home, purchased an RV and began traveling the country with their two dogs. Their travels provide the inspiration and settings for many of his novels.

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Road Rules by Brigham Vaughn

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By Brigham Vaughn

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Rules of the Game, Book 1

Rule #1: Hockey Comes First

As NHL team captain, Zane Murphy’s goal for the upcoming season is simple: take the Evanston River Otters all the way to the Stanley Cup.

Rule #2: Only On the Road

But an unexpectedly hot night with his best friend and teammate Ryan Hartinger throws Zane’s carefully laid plans and his sexuality into disarray.

Rule #3: Don’t Fall in Love with Your Best Friend

When feelings begin to creep in, Zane will have to decide if he’s willing to throw out the rules and risk his career and his friendship for a chance at winning it all.

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“That was a sick goal at the end of the second period, man.”

Zane Murphy looked away from the NHL game on the TV screen to smile at his new road roommate. “Thanks. Your pass was a beauty.”

“I’ve gotcha tape to tape, my dude. Tape to tape.”

Zane gave him an amused glance. He still wasn’t sure what to make of Ryan Hartinger.

They were only a few weeks into the season and Ryan was a freshman player. He was a solid winger and a great locker-room guy. He had an infectious energy on and off the ice and so far, Zane was pretty pleased to have him as a liney.

He was a little less sure how he felt about rooming with him on the road though.

Ryan reminded him of a not-very-well-trained golden retriever.

And he talked. A lot.

“Keep it up and hopefully we’ll have a better season this year than last,” Zane said with a sigh as he glanced back at the Boston vs. Dallas game.

Last season, the University of Michigan’s ice hockey team had been knocked out of the Frozen Four in the first round to a school that shouldn’t have been able to beat them. It still stung.

If only he’d gotten that last goal in the net instead of the puck bouncing off the post like that …

“If we keep it up, maybe someday we’ll be playing there,” Ryan said, nodding at the TV.

“God, I hope so.” Zane didn’t even try to hide the longing in his voice.

“Hey, you’ve already been drafted by the Otters. You’ve got a great shot at it.”

Zane settled back against the headboard of the hotel room bed, trying to push down the warm glow that settled in his chest at the thought of his draft day last summer. The Otters were a newer NHL expansion team in the Chicago Illinois area and Zane was itching to play for them.

He’d been watching Anders Lindholm—their top line center—burn up the league for years with Boston and a shot at playing on a team with him was everything.

Some guys Zane knew had called him crazy for planning to finish his degree first but his parents were pretty strongly in favor of him earning one in case the NHL didn’t work out, and Zane understood that.

Besides, U of M’s team was so fucking good. Zane had gotten a ton of experience, dialed in his game, and felt much more seasoned as a player than he had a few years ago. And he was looking forward to another shot at the college hockey championship this year.

It meant he’d probably have to spend less time bouncing between the Otters and their AHL affiliate. He hoped so anyway.


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Her books range from short stories to novellas to novels. They explore gay, bisexual, lesbian, and polyamorous romance in contemporary settings. Pronouns: she/her

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Molly Boys by Vawn Cassidy

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By Vawn Cassidy

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London Underside, Book 1

London 1883:

For Lord Everett Stanley, escaping his fate seemed impossible. As the second son, he’s destined for ordination and the life of a priest, but he’s hiding a dangerous secret. The laws punishing homosexuality by hanging may have been repealed but he and others of his kind are far from safe. Given no other choice, they take solace in the underground molly houses of London. Now that fragile world is threatened when the East End is rocked by a series of gruesome murders.

Inspector Archibald Franklin worked hard to overcome his working-class roots, making a name for himself as a respected inspector of Whitechapel’s H Division, but when he begins to investigate the deaths of several beautiful young men, fate throws him into the path of the handsome and enigmatic Lord Stanley. His gut instinct tells him the young lord knows more about the murders than he lets on, but the closer he gets, the more Everett calls to him in a way he’s tried to deny his whole life.

As a reign of terror grips London, they are drawn together in order to stop a monster, but for Archie, the growing feelings he has for Everett are a betrayal of the very laws he has sworn to uphold. And as the killer closes in, the two men find themselves bound together by a passion that may be their ultimate salvation or their utter destruction…

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The streets were still dark as Charlie left the house in Islington. The first pale strains of pre-dawn would soon illuminate the grimy streets with an eerie glow, but for the moment there was a peaceful stillness, almost as if the world were holding its breath.


His arse ached pleasantly with every step, and his well-used cock was sore against the rough material of his trousers. The hour was late by the time the Colonel had finished with him. Not that Charlie was complaining, he always enjoyed his time with the vigorous older man. The colonel was a rough but generous lover.

In fact, he’d enjoyed himself so thoroughly he’d missed the last tram back and there was no chance of him reaching his lodgings before they locked the doors. With no alternative available, he’d spent a few hours kipping on a chaise in the parlour, knowing that his lordship wouldn’t mind. It was why Lord Francis had purchased the house in Islington, so boys like him would have a safe place to indulge without risking trawling through Hyde Park. They weren’t prostitutes by any means, most of the young men such as himself were gainfully employed elsewhere.

His Lordship gave them a place to indulge their needs and no money ever changed hands, unlike some of the other Molly houses in London. The house in Islington was one of the safer places he knew of, with entry by invitation only. It minimised the risk, but they still had to be careful. The magistrates may have stopped hanging his kind but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t serve hard time if he was caught by the peelers.

He pulled his collar tight. The damp chill of the early hours seemed to sink right into his bones, causing him to shudder. Hurrying down the narrow misty street, he felt another shiver skitter down his spine on sly, spindly fingers– only this time, it wasn’t from the cold.

He stopped and turned back to look, certain someone was following him. His eyes narrowed but all he could see was the foggy, dim street behind him. With a small frown, he turned and hurried on; he didn’t have the time to dawdle as he had a fair distance to cover before dawn. The trams wouldn’t be running this early and his employer would not take kindly to his late arrival.

Focusing on the uneven cobbles beneath his feet, he turned down a darkened alley. There was more than a bite to the air, which probably meant snow before long. His fingers were already stiffening as he clutched the collar of his coat to ward off the cold.

He reached the end of the alley and turned, drawing up short when he found an abandoned hand-drawn cart. Frowning, Charlie glanced around, unable to see anyone as another bank of low-lying fog rolled across the road. Approaching the cart cautiously, he peered into the back and, to his confusion, saw a fair-sized crate, open and lined with hay, the lid propped against its side. Beside it was a small hammer and a pile of iron nails.

Deciding it was none of his business, he turned sharply and found himself colliding with a heavy chest. Charlie stumbled back a pace, his gaze skimming the man he’d collided with. He was a giant, standing almost two heads taller than Charlie, with shoulders so wide, Charlie doubted he’d be able to fit through a doorway without turning sideways. His hands were huge, his fingers thick and his knuckles dusted with wiry black hair.

Charlie’s gaze was drawn slowly upwards, past the man’s worn woollen coat to his thick neck, a jaw covered with a coarse, dark stubble, and lips set in a thin line. The rest of his face was cast into shadow by the brim of his shabby bowler hat.

“Pardon me, sir,” Charlie muttered as he attempted to step around the huge fellow.

The stranger simply stepped with him and continued to block his path. A small flutter of panic beat against Charlie’s ribs as he sucked in a breath and attempted to step to the opposite side, but once again the silent and unnerving giant moved into his path.

“Sir.” Charlie squared his narrow shoulders, holding his spine ramrod straight so as not to betray his unease. “Please stand aside.”

The man did not move, nor did he speak. Charlie felt cold fear trickle down his spine, as if he’d been doused by icy shards of winter rain.

“Shall I call out for the constable? I passed one not one street back and he was heading in this direction,” he lied, trying to present a confidence and authority he did not have.

For a second, they stood together, locked in silence. Then, just when Charlie was contemplating making a run for it, the giant stepped aside. Swallowing, he gave the man a curt nod and moved past. He barely got two steps away when he felt one of those huge arms wrap around him, pinning his arms to his sides. He struggled and cried out as a cloth was pressed over his mouth, muffling his frantic yell for help. A cloying scent filled his nose and mouth. The world around him began to spin and the cobbles tilted beneath his feet. His eyes rolled back in his head and his body went limp as everything turned black.

He didn’t feel a thing as he was picked up like a rag doll, nor did he stir when his slight frame was tucked into the crate. He didn’t register the lid lowering nor the ominous knocking as the nails sealed it shut.

In fact, there was no one, as the first pale rays of dawn began to break through the fog, to notice the enormous brute of a man slinging the leather strap over his wide shoulders and picking up the handles to drag the small cart behind him down the empty street in silence.

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Saint George Chronicles: The Dragon’s Lance by M.L. Eaden

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The Saint George Chronicles, Book 2

After Xavior’s phoenix episode, Gregor and Xavior find themselves with an unexpected two week vacation. Xavior takes Greg to one of his favorite vacation spots, an exclusive resort which creates an accessible and inclusive environment for magical species and their guests.

Amid questions about their future, secrets about their past, and complicated personal histories, their love leads them to take the final step toward forming their pheromone connection. It adds a new dynamic to their relationship, which swings from exciting to overwhelming more than either of them would care to admit.

As they navigate this new phase of their relationship, Xavior finds himself pulled back into a world he left behind involving his ex-fiance and her lover. With several close calls, including an accusation of murders, and their lives at stake, will they find the answers in time? Or will Greg and Xavior make the ultimate sacrifice?

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I adjusted my sunglasses and leaned back in the lounge chair. The sun felt good on my skin. When I looked over at Xavior again, I noticed his scales. The reflection from the pool touched his skin, and the iridescent properties I’d seen in the shower showed as the light bounced off them. I was in a bit of a trance when Xavior spoke up.

“See something you like, Greg?”

I grinned. “Everything. I really like everything.”

He chuckled. “You’ve had three sips, and you’re already tipsy.”

“I’m not. I swear!”

“Sure, lightweight.”

“Not all of us have the constitution of a dragon.”

Xavior shrugged, then seemed to think of something. “How about a toast?”

I turned toward him. “Sure. You have something?”

“To a wonderful partner two times over. To vacationing in grand style, and to next steps, whatever those may be.” He nodded toward me.

“To more adventures and hopefully a life well lived, together.”

We touched our glasses, then took a drink. This vacation marked the beginning of our relationship beyond dating. With any luck, the rest would come in time.

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Gregor Lyndon became a public safety officer to help people. Greg thought he left his family’s legacy of canonized heroes that rescued maidens from dragons. What he can never get away from is his family’s ability: the power to take down a dragon with one killing blow.

Xavior Brantley has lived a somewhat reckless life for a dragon. He’s been an explorer, an investigator, traveled to parts of the world that individuals have barely ventured. When he became bored, he turned to public servant work. A transfer to a local headquarters makes things a lot more interesting when he meets Greg and discovers the secret of the Saint George Knight.

The Saint George Chronicles is a spicy/slow burn gay dragon shifter romance with a HFN. The Mythical Desires Universe is a queer-centric world where myth and legends exist alongside advanced science and technology.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Meet Me in the Blue by A.M. Johnson


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Meet Me in the Blue
By A.M. Johnson


Hemlock Harbor, Book 1

Meet me… in the place where the sun kisses the horizon and sinks into blue shades of you and me.

Meet me there… where everything was always perfect. You and me and the damp grass at dawn and the gray dirt in the late evening rain.

Meet me where we were ourselves and not these two people who can’t even say I love you.

Meet me there and maybe we’ll remember…

We’ll remember the us we were before them, before miles, before lost hours, and you’ll ask what color the sky is, and I’ll say blue like your eyes.

And you’ll smile, and I’ll forget I ever missed you.


 Luka and Rook have been best friends since they were nine years old.

Five years ago, Luka threw it all away.

When his dad’s health takes a turn for the worst, Luka must come home to say his goodbyes and mend the bridges he burned all those years ago. But coming home is harder than he imagined, and after reuniting with his family, there’s only one person he needs.


His best friend.

The one man he pushed away, the one man, no matter how hard he tried to forget, he can’t stop himself from loving.

Even if loving him means breaking his heart all over again. 

Meet Me in the Blue is a stand alone, best friends to lovers, second chance, demi-awakening, MM romance, with a whole lot of small town heart, meddling moms, gossiping townies, self-discovery, a friendship forged of forts, Dungeons and Dragons, and a love that will stand the test of time.

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“Hey, Stace.” Avoiding her expectant smile, I kept my head down as I grabbed a pint of Rocky Road from the freezer.

I preferred Moose Tracks, but Rett refused to carry it. If he didn’t love my father so much, I’d think it was personal.

“I tried to get him to order it, but you know him…” Stacey cringed and narrowed her brown eyes. “He’s a stubborn asshole. Rett said…” She lowered her voice to something akin to the man himself and my lips twitched at her attempt to mimic the old bastard. “Rocky Road is a staple.”

“I suppose he’s right. Can’t argue with traditions.”

“Isn’t the customer always right?” she asked, and I set the pint on the counter.

Chuckling, I shook my head. “I don’t think Rett gives a shit.”

Stacey bit the corner of her pink-stained lip and looked over my shoulder, grinning like she had some sort of secret. Picking up the ice cream, she shoved it into a brown paper bag. “Well, I give a shit.” Her flirty smile and bold eye contact made me wish I’d skipped coming to the pharmacy in the first place. I stared at the bag on the counter instead, feeling my pulse in my fingertips as the seconds ticked by uncomfortable and loud between us. “It’s on the house,” she said, her confidence fading. “My treat.”

“Stace, I—”

“Stop being so nice all the time, Rook. Let a girl buy you a pint of ice cream.” I could hear the smile in her voice but kept my eyes down. “I insist.”

“Thanks,” I said, conceding even though I knew better.

I glanced up and found her big eyes, hopeful, staring back at me. My face heated as her triumphant grin stretched across her face.

“Anytime…” She fiddled with the small stack of flyers next to the register.

My chest ached a little, wishing I could summon some sort of attraction for her. She was sweet and conventionally attractive with a lean, athletic build. She used to be a cheerleader way back when in high school, and I remembered all the guys on my hockey team would talk about her, mostly crude locker room shit. But Stacey was just Stacey to me. Rett’s niece. Rett, who’d owned this damn pharmacy longer than I’d been alive. She could hit on me every time I walked through those front doors, which she did without regard for her own feelings, and it wouldn’t change the fact I wasn’t into her. Or anyone, really. This town was too small and too nosy, at least that’s what I’d tell myself when I got home and made dinner for one and ate this ice cream like a sad cat lady. I wasn’t sad though, and it was hard for people to understand. Especially my family. “You’re thirty-two, son. The older you get the slimmer the pickings.” And “I worry about you, worry you’re lonely in that big house of yours?” And “Stacey… she’s a sweet one.” And my personal favorite. “Son, your mother and I… we want you to know you can tell us anything. We want you to know we love you unconditionally, straight… or gay, we love you and want you to do whatever makes you happy.”

I wished it was as easy as gay or straight. What if being alone was my happily ever after? Would that be so bad?

“I heard Luka’s coming back to town,” she said, and my heart skipped at the mention of his name, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I swallowed past the twinge in my throat. “I saw Nora at the clinic last week, said he was coming home soon.”

“Too bad about their dad. He was a good man.”

“Is…” I corrected. “He is a good man.”

He was still alive, still breathing.

She bit the side of her cheek, her face pale. “I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have said—”

“It’s okay, Stace.” I tried to conjure a smile on her behalf but failed. “Dr. Abrams’s prognosis isn’t a secret.”

I’d known Isaac Abrams for most of my life. He’d joined my dad’s practice when I was nine years old and was like a second father to me. I’d grown up with his family, his daughter Nora like a sister, and his son Luka used to be my best friend.

Used to be.

Luka’s smile beamed bright behind my eyes, his laugh a distant echo in my ears. It had been five years since I’d seen Luka Abrams. Five years of feeling lost without a compass.

“Is it true?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“Dr. Abrams… he’s on hospice now?”

“Yes.” I didn’t elaborate. A man’s life, or end of life, should be his own. Not a juicy piece of small-town gossip.

“Fuck cancer,” she said, the frown on her face genuine.

Fuck cancer.

“I should get going.” I held up my bag with the ice cream inside before turning to leave. “Thanks, Stace.”

“When you see Luka, tell him to stop by. It’s been ages since he’s graced us with his presence, and I’ll never forgive him if he doesn’t at least come say hello.”

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Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Drive to Feel Alive by CD Rachels

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Formula Q Series, Book 2

Formula Q is the fastest motorsport in the world. Only the highest-performing athletes can make it to the grid. They drive fast, work hard, and play hard, but off-camera, anything goes.

The public knows me as Berto ‘Honeybear’ Navarro, number two driver in the fastest team in FQ. I’m a simple guy, and I’m perfectly content with my life as a motorsports celebrity. The world doesn’t need to know that I don’t like sex or dating.

I’m not gay like my buddy Damon, but I’m not really straight either. It’s time to face the scary truth: I’m probably asexual.

The only sliver of hope I have is my new friend Hunter. He helps me work through my orientation issues and doesn’t judge me for feeling uneducated and naïve. He’s sweet, smart, and generous with his time.

As the weeks go by, Hunter and I get closer, and suddenly intimacy is something I want to explore, but only with him. Hunter makes everything feel right. I thought I’d never find anyone who lights a fire in me, but my new best friend makes the fireworks go off in my heart.

I thought winning races was the ultimate high and all I needed in life. That was before I touched Hunter—now, I crave so much more. For sex and love, I finally found my green light, and I’m not slowing down.

(“Drive to Feel Alive” is a male/male motorsports romance novel. It involves waffle dates, asexuality, video game conventions, exploring true intimacy for the first time, and yes, lots of racing action worldwide. It is book two of a series, has a HEA, and can be read as a standalone)

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THE SOUND of half my shirt being torn from my body is so loud I bet all of Nevada can hear it. I’m in a tented booth in the small town of Coyote where I’ve been signing autographs for charity all afternoon. Now, with only a few patrons left, it seems I’ll need to be shirtless, as part of my orange, short-sleeved button-down hangs off the right side of my body.

“I got it! I got Heriberto Navarro’s shirt!” The young girl in front of me squeals in delight while my friend Robesy Robespierre laughs next to me.

See, this is why I don’t like being a celebrity. I’m a driver in Formula Q, the fastest motorsport in the world, categorized by the single-seater machines we race in. Am I happy to compete in professional karting internationally? Yes, it’s all I know. Does it come with plenty of perks and a sweet paycheck? Of course! Does being a celebrity come with downsides? Also yes. Apparently, in addition to dodging sports paparazzi, I have to worry about literally losing the shirt on my back.

“Honey, that was impolite,” an older woman, presumably her mom, says. “You can’t go around grabbing people’s shirts!” She looks at me with remorse. “I am so sorry, Mr. Navarro.”

“Uh, no worries?” I mean for it to be true, but I uncomfortably laugh while it comes out as a question. When the woman looks me up and down, I cross my arms. I’m not shy about my body—I’ve done underwear advertisements for dios sake—but I wasn’t prepared to be shirtless today.

“Eh, it’s no problem for mon ami ici.” Robesy pats me on the back. He’s a fellow FQ driver, a party animal, and I’ve picked up on his Quebecoise over the years. Though right now, I kind of want to punch him in his smug symmetrical face. “He’s used to these kinds of fan interactions, eh?” He grins at me, and I glare at him.

Robesy has a point; I should be accustomed to this celebrity lifestyle, but sometimes it can get overwhelming. Racing is my element. Being on the track, feeling the roar of the kart underneath me, and tuning myself to anticipate the turns as well as my competition is what I live for. But I never wanted to be a celebrity. Millions of people talk about me worldwide. I’m on billboards, websites, and even trading cards. When everyone talks about you, it can feel like you don’t own the right to be yourself. To the public eye, I have to be Heriberto ‘Honeybear’ Navarro, a nickname the fans drummed up for me.

I never got the average teenager experience as a kid since I kept winning at the Vypari Racing Academy in Texas. Some days, the fast-paced lifestyle gets to be too much. I don’t even use the internet often because sports channels are too much drama. I’m a simple guy, and I don’t need much more in life than all the gifts I’ve been given.

“Alright, step aside, these guys are done with autographs for today.” One of the bodyguards announces that the last two people stepping up will be the end of the event. The girl who now has half my shirt giggles and walks away. Her mom turns back to me and gives me a heated stare.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Navarro. If there’s any way I can help you…” Her voice trails off dripping in innuendo. Let’s add that to the list of things I’m still not comfortable with. I’m in my third season in FQ, and yes, I get plenty of female attention. This older woman is staring at me like I’m a three-course meal and she’s starving.

“I’m good. No worries. Your daughter can keep the shirt. Take care. I’m going to find some clothes.” I chuckle and my cheeks feel warm. Her flirtation is flattering, but not welcome. I should love the female attention and the groupies, but even if the girls are hot, they don’t do it for me. The way this woman is staring has me squirming in discomfort. I’m feeling exposed on multiple levels, and the ripped fabric on my body hides nothing.

The woman seems like she wants to argue, but Robesy cuts her off. “Hey, Berto, I’m sure this guy can take care of you and get you dressed. Sir?” He hollers to the man behind me, and I turn around. Hunter, whom we both met only hours ago, is standing there closing up a lockbox. He directs the True Self Center, an LGBTQ support center. He has blond hair, blue eyes, a wider frame, and his whole demeanor screams “kind and cuddly,” like he couldn’t hurt a fly. “Do you have a shirt Berto can borrow?”

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Formula Q is the fastest motorsport in the world. Only the highest-performing athletes can make it to the grid. They drive fast, work hard, play hard, but off-camera, anything goes.

 The public knows me as Damon ‘The Speed Demon’ Davidoff, eligible bachelor and winner of FQ titles around the world. Fans adore me and my team supports me. They don’t need to know I’m so deeply in the closet I intend to bury myself there.

Then my poor health caught up to me and my world came crashing down. I could bounce back easily if it weren’t for one little complication: my male nurse is attractive as hell.

I can suppress these feelings during the season break—I have to. I’m not going to expose my secret just because when Rocky puts his hands on me I feel a fire coursing through my veins.

As the weeks go by, I somehow let Rocky under my skin and into my heart. He’s smart, sweet, and everything I never knew I needed.

I thought I wanted a clean bill of health and to keep winning my races. Now, for the first time in my life, I want so much more. I want him, and damn if that isn’t the scariest thing I’ve ever felt.

Drive to Thrive is a male/male motorsports romance novel. It involves Christmas karaoke, New Year’s Eve parties, Las Vegas swimming pool dates, and yes, lots of racing action worldwide. It is book 1 of a series but can be read as a standalone

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He believes there aren’t enough BIPOC MC’s in MM romance, and he’s on a mission to change that. He lives in New York City with the love of his life and works in health insurance. If you’re reading this, he’s honored that you took the time to help support him as a self-published author.

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Release & IG Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Oh Buoy by Ava Olsen

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Dylan: I’ve lived my adult life under the Hollywood spotlight, but no one really sees who I am. I’ve gone down the dark path of drinking my anxiety away, along with my career, but now I’m searching for the light again. My struggle to stay sober has me releasing long held secrets.

A contract to publish my autobiography means laying everything in the open. When I meet Max, my ghostwriter, I’m not sure how our collaboration is going to work. He’s a university professor from New York with more degrees than I can count and I’m a guy from West Texas that barely finished college. And he may be my ghostwriter, but Max is anything but invisible.

Intimate confessions lead to heightened emotions and an unexpected love that fills up all my empty places. I don’t know what the future holds, but I want Max to be a part of it.

I’m done hiding in plain sight. It’s time for this star to finally shine.

Max: I’m an established university professor and a celebrity ghostwriter. Why ghostwriting? Because it pays. And I need the money. My ex-husband likes to threaten me with legal battles over custody of our daughter and while he has family reserves, I don’t.

So I take a summer ghostwriting contract, a celebrity tell-all. I expect to meet another self-absorbed actor, but Dylan Aylmer doesn’t fit any pre-conceived mold. His eyes are so haunted that I can’t look away and now I’m curious to unlock all his secrets.

What I find is not only a man trying to mend his broken soul but a beautiful person that is so much more than outward appearances. I swore I’d never be vulnerable to heartache again, but Dylan has me breaking all my steadfast rules.

Am I chasing a shooting star, soon to be gone, or is our love the kind that shines forever?

Starboard is an opposites attract, collaborators to lovers, MM romance filled with heartfelt confessions, outdoor shower shenanigans and plenty of swoon. This is Book Two of the Voyagers’ series: one superyacht, four love stories that span the globe.

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“I guess Warren wasn’t exaggerating when he stipulated that we work at an undisclosed location,” I sighed. “My part in this book deal is supposed to be kept confidential. There’s a reason it’s called ghostwriting. I hope to hell that reporter didn’t get my photo.”
The worst-case scenarios ran through my mind, but I forced myself to remain calm. We arrived at the gate and after we provided our ID, we were escorted to a private waiting area. At least in this section, there were two security staff on standby. Neither of us were in the mood for small talk and sat quietly until Warren entered the room a few minutes later.
“I had security escort that guy out of the airport. It’s all under control.”
“Are you sure about that? Did he get any photos?” I asked, concerned that my anonymity was no more.
“He didn’t, Max. And we’ve done our best to ensure your name is kept out of the press. That’s part of the reason why you’re working on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean instead of downtown New York. But Dylan is still a celebrity, and he gets attention, and yes there is always the possibility of news leaking. You’ve done this kind of work before, so why the concern now?”
“Usually everything is done virtually.”
“The in-person request was my idea,” Dylan replied. “Mainly because of the timing with my film and for other privacy reasons.”
“I agreed to the contract. It’s just that I have a thirteen-year-old daughter.” I ran an agitated hand through my hair. “You see where I’m going with this.”
“I do, but again, there’s no reason to be worried,” Warren replied. “It was one reporter and he got nothing.”
“If my ex-husband sees my name or my daughter’s in the tabloid news, he’ll flip out.”
“Husband?” Dylan asked with a raised brow.
“Ex. Is there a problem?” I said, turning in my seat to face him. Dylan better not have any issue with my sexuality, or I would walk out of the airport right now, contract be damned.
“Nope,” he shook his head and smirked at me. “Just nosy.”
I let out a surprised laugh, despite my growing anxiety.
“An honest answer from someone in show biz.” I placed my hand on my chest. “I’m honored.”
Dylan’s smirk faded as quick as it came, and I could sense the shift in his mood. “I can tell that you really don’t want to do this, and I won’t blame you if you want to back out. You have priorities you need to consider.”
The look of resignation on Dylan’s face touched something in me. That was highly unusual. My ex often accused me of being unfeeling because I didn’t let my emotions get involved in certain decisions, and maybe he was right. I tended to be more rational and analytical. So why this man, a stranger, should spark my empathy was beyond my comprehension.
“I’m going to hit the head before we board. Thanks for seeing us off, Warren.” Dylan shook his hand and walked away, leaving a vacuum of sorts. Like he’d taken all the oxygen along with him.
Warren motioned to the exit. “Time for me to get going. And stop worrying, Max. Focus on the book. That’s the priority.” He paused and shook his head. “Look, I won’t bullshit you. There’ve been many times when I wanted to kick Dylan’s reckless butt to the curb. But he’s worked hard for a fresh start. He’s got a new movie role. And the book. I want to ensure both succeed, and Dylan along with it.”
“I’ll do my best,” I responded as Warren nodded and walked away.
Part of me wished I’d never have to work with Dylan, but the bigger part of me called me a liar. I didn’t even know the man and yet I was intensely curious about him, and that right there made the writer in me stand at attention. There was more to Dylan Aylmer than a model pretty face and a salacious past.
It was those sad, hypnotic eyes. He’d cast a strange kind of spell on me, and I was determined to find out why.

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Seer Quest Covenant: Legend of the Ancients by Deonne Dane

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A fledgling seer. A cataclysmic vision. Can he convince the fated warrior to stand between their people and impending doom?

Meran Durante is on a knife’s edge. Tormented by the visions of Locurnia burning, and the horrific fate of Patrice, his beloved sister, Meran confronts the one man destined to stop the slaughter. Yet facing the fascinating, but ruthless, Leon Ricci, a perilous attraction sparking between them morphs to dangerous contention, bringing all Meran’s plans crashing down.

Fear laces Lord Marshal Leon Ricci’s rage. His rising interest for the handsome Durante withers at the youth’s blatant attempt to suborn him with knowledge no man should possess. Secrets that would leave his clan, and all he cares for, in jeopardy.

With time running short before Lord Ricci returns to his stronghold, Meran fears he’ll be unable to alter the magnetic man’s misconceptions before the future’s deadly events overwhelm them all.

Can Meran bring the implacable Ricci to heel or will his mistake force Leon to reject taking that first step on the quest destined to save their world?

Seer Quest Covenant is the action-packed first book in the LGBTQ Seer Quest Tetralogy: Legend of the Ancients, Books of Locurnia Fantasy series. If you like epic quests, fantasy laced with high heat romance, and clashing protagonists then you’ll love this magic-filled adventure.

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She spent hours scribbling her version of fanfic in exercise books, on lined refill and coloured notepaper. But then she discovered epic fantasy; Eddings, Kerr, Donaldson & Brooks and felt she had come home.

Later, as happens with most people, she let herself be diverted by the mundanity of adulthood; marriage, widowhood, remarriage, children, separation and even earthquakes, until she remembered the thing she was missing. Thus began her journey into the world of Locurnia.

With family in the queer community and her developing passion for all things MM she decided to marry these two loves together.


Cover Reveal & Giveaway: The Half Baked Plan by Becca Jackson

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Fire took out my business, my apartment and almost my life a few weeks back, and now I’m living in my best friend’s house while I rebuild, and he travels the world. He found his perfect match and now It’s time I found mine.

After years on my own, I want a family, but I have zero hope in finding my match while I’m still completely crushing on the hottest builder in the world, and to make matters worse, he’s now my roommate.

I thought sharing a house with Carter would help me get over him. I’d see why he’s never had a boyfriend, or anyone worth bringing around town. I’d discover all of his faults up close and squash the perfect god-like image I’ve cemented in my mind all these years.

Problem is, no matter what annoying habits I jot down on my list, the more time I spend with him the more I’m convinced Carter is everything I will ever need. Now I just have to figure out a way to tell him.


With Michael traveling the world, it’s just Lucas and me in his house while we rebuild the café, bakery, and apartment. I’m happy for Michael. I really am, but seeing another friend get their happy beginning shines a light again on the fact that I might never get mine.

I’m sick of being everyone’s best friend, yet no one’s boyfriend. I want my happy beginning too. I want someone to pick me. To want me. To love me.

So I do what any single guy would do, I sign up for speed dating. Blind dates suck but I’m never going to find the one if I don’t start putting myself out there.

The problem is, the more time I spend living with Lucas the more I realize, I don’t want any of these random hookups. I want the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. The one who bakes me cookies to make me smile. So now I have to figure out a way to show him I can be an awesome boyfriend. I can be his happy beginning if he will just give me a chance out of the friend zone.

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Tristan by A.M. Salinger

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He’s a brooding, tattooed mechanic. He’s the suave manager of a famous rock band. Can opposites really attract?

The last thing Tristan Hart expects when he goes for a ride on his Harley one afternoon is that he’d pick up a gorgeous, stranded stranger on the side of the road. One who pushes his buttons in all the right ways. But James Lang isn’t the kinda of guy he’s used to dating and Tristan resigns himself to never seeing him again after he fixes his car and sends him on his way.

James is used to being in control of his life. As the manager of one of the most popular rock bands on the planet, he’s navigated plenty of storms, including the very public breakdown of the lead singer of Crazyknot. But all it takes is one soul-stirring kiss from Tristan to shatter his cool composure and make him ache for something he never thought he could have.

When circumstances beyond their control make Tristan and James’s worlds collide, their physical attraction deepens into something neither man expected. But the dark secrets James and Crazyknot have kept from the world soon come to light and the ensuing scandal threatens to ruin the lives of James’s best friend and one of Tristan’s closest childhood friend.

Can Tristan and James’s burgeoning relationship weather this latest storm? And will James finally open his heart to the man who has captivated his body, mind, and soul?

Join Tristan and James in this sizzling sixth installment in Twilight Falls, the new series by the author of the bestselling, contemporary, gay romance series Nights.

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Tristan Hart’s gaze shifted from the smartly-dressed, dark-haired man studying him warily from behind bottle-green framed specs, to the open hood of the silver Jaguar parked on the side of the road.

“I can take a look if you want.” He hooked his helmet on the handlebar of his Harley and took a step toward the stranger.

The guy startled and backed away.

Tristan stopped, awareness rippling through him.

There was more than just caution in the man’s widening, green eyes. He detected shock, as well as a sizzle of something else. Something that raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

“It’s okay,” Tristan said slowly. “I’m a mechanic.”

The guy blinked, a rabbit caught in headlights. “What?”

Tristan ignored his confused tone and motioned to the car. “If it makes you feel any better, I can bring my tow truck and take you to my shop instead. Might be faster if you just let me see what the problem is first. I might be able to fix it here and now.”

The man finally seemed to snap out of the daze he’d fallen into.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Sure, go ahead.”

Tristan noted his flushed ears with interest. He headed for the Jaguar, poked under the hood for a minute, and turned to the stranger. He noticed the guy had kept his distance, like he was ready to bolt at the first sign of danger.

Tristan was used to people being cautious of him because of his size, but this was the first time someone had looked at him like he was going to jump them.

Seems he hasn’t recognized me.

“Might starting it up?”

The man’s brow furrowed. “That’s the thing. It won’t start.”

“Humor me.”

The man hesitated between getting behind the steering wheel and pressing the ignition button. The engine rumbled, whimpered, and died. He got out and joined Tristan in front of the open hood.

“Can you tell what’s wrong with it?”

Tristan’s lips twitched at his tone. He sounded like a mother hen worrying about one of her chicks.

“You have a broken alternator and a clogged fuel filter.”

The guy squinted. “Is that common?”

He has real pretty eyes.

Tristan masked his growing fascination and rubbed his chin. “How long have you had the car?”

“Five years.”

Tristan made a face. “Unless you’ve driven this thing like a monster, the alternator shouldn’t have broken. You got an extended warranty?”

The guy sighed. “No. I always say those are for fools.”

Tristan struggled to hide a smile. He had to agree with the man.

The guy ran a hand through his hair, oblivious to the trace of engine oil he slicked through his locks.

“How long will it take to fix the alternator and the fuel filter?” he muttered, his frustration evident in the tight lines of his jaw.

“I can’t fix either. I’ll have to replace them.”

The guy looked like he’d been told he had a month to live. “And how long will that take?” he asked in a long-suffering voice.

Tristan’s lips twitched again. “A couple of hours.” He shrugged. “Once I get it to the shop, that is.”

The guy fixed him with a suspicious stare. “You have the parts in stock?”

“I’ve got some experience with luxury cars.”

He didn’t need to know Tristan was one of the most sought-after mechanics in the state or that the list of clients waiting for his services was as long as his arm.

“How about I give you a ride to the shop so you can wait there?” Tristan suggested. “It’ll be more comfortable than hanging around on this road in the dark.”

The guy’s expression grew even more doubtful.

“Relax,” Tristan said lightly. “I’m not a serial killer.”

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