Wednesday, June 23, 2021
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Of Fire & Bone
By Natalina Reis
Of Magic and Scales, Book Three
As if having a powerful druid and a goddess for parents doesn't suck enough, throwing a vengeful god into the fray certainly doesn't do Aiden any favors.
Aiden Mercer's summer has been interesting—if by interesting you mean life-threatening and heartbreaking that is. With fall fast approaching, he’s looking for a quiet time in the arms of his boyfriend, Naël, the handsome merman.
Alas, life never quite goes the way you plan it, does it? Unless Aiden finds a way to stop the wicked god Baburaj and his mother, Jhanvi from achieving their devilish goals, pain and destruction will hover over him like a starving vulture.
In the third and final book in the Of Magic & Scales series, the familiar cast of zany but lovable characters is back, and they are bringing reinforcements for what promises to be an epic and sexy ending. Join Aiden, Naël, and their circle of magical friends in their final adventure.
**No magical creatures were harmed in the writing of this book**
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Special Release Excerpt:
“Will you stop that?” Fouchard’s whisper reached my ears in a sudden blow of hot air. “Pay attention.”
Attention had never been one of my fortes. I’d sat there for the past twenty minutes, listening to the buzz of people talking, an undercurrent of excitement in everyone’s tone. I tried. I really, really tried to be still and feel as excited as everyone else was—including my mate. When we first arrived at the theater, I was in stitches. Hard to believe that after more than two years of living in Portugal this was the first time I was attending a play. I’d gone to clubs pre-Fouchard, and a couple movies, but had never set foot in a theater to enjoy a stage performance of any kind. Which was strange, because I had been very active in DC, even going as far as having season tickets to the Kennedy Center for performances that ranged from simple plays to operas.
Sitting there at that small, intimate theater house made me itchy though. Maybe it was because my Portuguese was still pretty rudimentary. Maybe it was the crowded space, or the fact that I was a different man than the one I had known—and not loved—a few months back.
“Why is it taking so long?” I asked, miffed that my boyfriend had brushed my hand away from his upper thigh. I was restless and when that happened, I could think of only one thing: how I could make my merrow scream out in ecstasy. Okay, so maybe this was not the time or place for that, but you couldn’t blame a man for trying. It was a totally altruistic desire, or at least that’s what I told myself when my mate practically hissed at me. “I’m bored, Naël.”
Fouchard sicced his hooded brown eyes on mine, a warning in his posture. “What are you, Aiden? A child?” He might sound angry, but I knew him well enough by then that I could see the slight twitch of his lips, the precursor of all-out laughter. “It will start soon.” Before he even finished the sentence, the lights flickered and the universal trois coups hammering from behind the curtains announced the beginning of the play. “See, here we go. Can you stay still for once and enjoy this play?”
I sighed, deeply exaggerating the level of my discontent with the whole thing. “What are we even watching?” I whispered, casually leaning against him.
“Shhhh.” All righty then. He wasn’t going to indulge me this time.
I slid further down my seat and got ready to at least attempt to pay attention to the performance. Hopefully the actors would speak slowly so I could understand what was happening. I could always take a nap, I guessed. My long legs didn’t allow me to slide as far as I would like without entangling my feet with the woman sitting in front of me, so I crossed them instead. My boyfriend surprised me by reaching for my hand and lacing his fingers through mine.
That was more like it.
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Natalina wrote her first romance in collaboration with her best friend at the age of 13. Since then she has ventured into other genres, but romance is first and foremost in almost everything she writes.
After earning a degree in tourism and foreign languages, she worked as a tourist guide in her native Portugal for a short time before moving to the United States. She lived in three continents and a few islands, and her knack for languages and linguistics led her to a master’s degree in education. She lives in Virginia where she has taught English as a Second Language to elementary school children for more years than she cares to admit.
Natalina doesn’t believe you can have too many books or too much coffee. Art and dance make her happy and she is pretty sure she could survive on lobster and bananas alone. When she is not writing or stressing over lesson plans, she shares her life with her husband and two adult sons.
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Thursday, June 17, 2021
Jorah: The Brinnswick Chronicles IV
M/M Paranormal Romance
Release Date: 05.18.21
Cover designer: Soxsational Cover Art
Will Jorah have a chance to fall in love with the person his soul is longing for, or will the horrors of the world keep them apart?
When I was fourteen, I was sucked through a portal to another realm—the land of the fae—and forced to live there for three years. Crazy, right? Welcome to my world. Being an Ellwood means being pulled into the craziest and most dangerous situations while trying to protect the people around you. But I wouldn’t change it for anything.
For years, every time I visit the land of the fae, something seems to pull me toward the north. Naturally, it’s the most dangerous place in all of Faela, so my family forbids me to travel there. But now I know something is wrong, and I find myself unable to ignore the call I feel deep down in my soul. The peaceful feeling I normally get from the north is gone, replaced with nothing but fear and sorrow.
I know in my heart that the pull I’m feeling is from my viramore—my soulmate—and I’m afraid I might be too late to save him. If I do make it there in time, what kind of condition will I find him in? I can feel that he’s hurt, grieving, and simply waiting to fade away, and I’m too far to help. He’s in danger, I know he is, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep him safe from the evil creatures hunting him.
Jorah is a 107K word novel and the fourth book in The Brinnswick Chronicles. It can be read as a standalone novel, although it’s better to read the series in order to get a better feel for the characters and the larger story arc. This MM paranormal romance contains explicit material and is intended for mature adults 18 years old and older.
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“Tell me.” He turned back to me. “Jorah of the Ellwood Coven, where is this pretty forest located? The Emerald Expanse, perhaps? It’s very green, although nothing is as green as those eyes of yours.”
Warmth filtered into my chest at the compliment, and I swallowed, then hesitantly made my way closer to him. “This forest is in the human realm, not in Faela.”
He barked out a laugh. “I suppose my imagination is pulling out all the stops to distract me.”
“Distract you from what?”
He frowned, his voice coming out as a whisper. “The pain.”
A sharp pain pierced my heart. “I’m sorry, love. I’m trying to get to you as fast as I can.” The endearment slipped out, but it felt natural.
A sad smile graced his lips as he sighed. “If only that were true, pretty witch. If only that were true.”
“It is.” Trusting my gut, I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his forearm.
The pretty man gasped and met my eyes, breathing out, “You feel real.”
“I am real,” I insisted, trying not to focus too hard on how amazing his skin felt under my hand. “I’m real, and I’m on my way.”
“But you live in the human realm,” he whispered, his voice shaky.
“I do, but I have a home in Faela. My family and I are on a ship, sailing north from the Pink Isle, sailing to you.”
His pretty blue eyes filled with tears, and he backed away, forcing my hand to release him. “It’s kind of cruel for my mind to wave a pretty boy making impossible promises right in front of me, isn’t it? Am I not suffering enough in life that I have to suffer in my dreams as well?”
He cried out in pain, cutting me off, and I rushed forward, catching him before he could fall to the ground. A whimpering whine came out of his throat, and I expected him to push me away again, but instead, he curled into me. Without hesitation, I scooped him into my arms, sat on the ground, and held him in my lap as he began crying silently.
After a few minutes, he whispered in a hoarse voice, “They’re hurting me… again.”
My eyes filled with tears as I rocked him and ran my hand over his hair, whispering, “Shh. I’ve got you, love. I’m here.”
“It hurts. Everything hurts,” he murmured.
That sharp pain pierced my heart again, and I hugged him to me, resting my cheek against his hair. “Do you… do you know what’s happening?”
“They like the way my blood tastes.”
Bile threatened to fill me as a long-lost memory, or the memory of an old vision filled my head. With a start, I realized that the man in my arms was the same one that had been caught in that net and forced to watch his younger brother die and get—nope, not going down that road.
Instead, I said, “I’m sorry. I’m trying to get to you.”
He whimpered again.
“What can I do, love? How can I help?”
He was quiet for a long time before he whispered, “Stay with me until I wake up.” He cleared his throat. “Even if you’re not real, I don’t feel so alone with you right here.”
I pressed my lips to his hair, speaking against him. “I’ll stay as long as you want. You never have to be alone again.”
A long, sad whine came out of him, sounding almost like a song rather than crying, although it was a heartbreaking sound. It made tears spring to my eyes as I continued rocking him and petting his hair.
A long time passed with us like that. Me holding him, and him whimpering or singing his sad song or simply sitting in my arms, not saying anything at all. But eventually, I felt him being tugged from my arms, and a new kind of panic reached my chest. “No, don’t go.”
“Don’t have a choice,” he said through clenched teeth. “They’re waking me.”
“No, please.” Tears filled my eyes again. “You can’t go.”
“Maybe I’ll see you again one day, Jorah of the Ellwood Coven.”
The tears spilled over onto my cheeks. “You never told me your name.”
A sad smile tugged his lips upward. “No, I didn’t, did I?” His face grew serious again before he placed his hand on my cheek. “Thank you for offering me comfort, Jorah of the Ellwood Coven. It was more than I expected to ever have again.”
From one breath to the next, he was gone. Disappeared without a trace, right from my lap.
A sob tore from my chest as I stood and turned, searching the forest for my poor, sweet viramore—because there was no doubt now that he was my soulmate—but he was nowhere to be found.
“Hey!” I yelled. “Come back! Please! Please, come back! Where are you? Please, please, come back! Please. Pl—”
“—ease!” I yelled as I woke, confused. Half-dreaming, half-awake. “Come back!” I yelled again before I realized I was once again on the ship in Faela and not in the forest at home.
When I realized my sweet viramore—because he had to be my soulmate—was nowhere to be found, a sob tore from my chest, and I drew my knees up, wrapping my arms around them and burying my face there to cry.
Michele is married to an awesome guy that puts up with her and all the burnt dinners she makes—hey, sometimes characters are a bit distracting, and who doesn’t plot when they’re supposed to be cooking? They live together in Baltimore, Maryland with two little monsters, three-legged and four-legged fiends, and a little old man (aka their two sons, their two cats, and their senior dog). She hopes to rescue another cat soon, and if her hubby wouldn’t kill her, she’d get more than one… and maybe a few more dogs as well.
She loves creating worlds filled with lots of love, chosen family, and of course, magic, but she also likes making the characters fight for that happy ending. She hopes to one day write all the stories in her head—even if there are too many to count!
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Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
The Perfect Pass
By R.M Neill
The Nickel City Bandits, Book 2
Can I find the perfect love with my best friend?
Playing professional hockey has always been my goal. I need it to provide a better life for my brother. I didn’t expect my best friend to block my shot at going pro, or be the person to captain my heart. How can I juggle love and family without losing sight of my dream job?
Playing hockey as a career was never my end game. It was a way to pass time until I could pursue my philanthropic dreams. Dreams that include my best friend. I need him to realize, our chemistry on ice doesn't stop there. How do I make a play for the perfect partner when he can't accept me as a possibility?
This story involves friends to lovers, bisexual awakening, innuendo-filled hockey banter, including an amusing debate about NHL mascots, the cutest orange cat, ice melting heat, and an adorable grand gesture.
Friday, June 11, 2021
Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
By Saxon James
A Never Just Friends Novel, Book 3
When I’m looking for a hook up, I want three things:
Big, thick, and rough.
So it doesn’t make sense that I can't get my new hire out of my head.
He's a tiny guy with big ideas ... and he's my apprentice which means he's completely off limits.
But he’s already under my skin.
And for the first time with any guy, I don’t think I can hold my own against him.
Physically, yes. Emotionally, no.
Auggie makes me weak.
Growing up, I always wanted to go into the family business and follow in Dad’s footsteps.
Until in my senior year of high school when he told me to find a new dream.
No one would let a small, clumsy guy like me on a construction site.
And after trying and failing for years, I was starting to believe him.
Then LJ Constructions calls me for an interview and when I meet Leon, he becomes my new dream.
He's hot as hell, self made, and instead of putting me down, he sees what I’ve always seen in myself.
But I’m not dumb enough to throw away this one chance at my dream job, not even for him.
Not even if I really, really want to.
Auggie flags down the bartender as I slide into the free stool and turn my attention to the man sitting next to me. He’s all big eyes and flushed cheeks, and when he turns his overeager attention back on me, I immediately soften toward him.
“You okay after today?” I find myself asking. I’d been prepared to ignore what happened, but I genuinely want to know.
His stare drops to the bar top. “Yeah, just one of those things, right?”
My bullshit sensors are in overload again. “Right.”
“Besides, plenty more fish in the sea …”
“I think that refers to dating.”
“Don’t see why it can’t apply here.”
Okay, he’s got me there. “True.”
When the drinks arrive, he nudges mine toward me and props his chin in his hand. “Did I stain your floor?”
“Nah. Nothing a little sanding won’t fix. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”
He watches me for a moment. “Since I’ll probably never see you again after tonight, can I tell you something?”
“I’m a total screwup,” he says on a sigh. “That’s why Dad won’t hire me and why I don’t have any references. The few places who have hired me haven’t kept me around for long, and none of them are anyone I want a potential employer talking to.”
“I kinda got the, ah, clumsy impression.”
“What could have given you that idea?” His tone is flat, even as he looks mortified.
I can’t help it—I start to laugh. “Is that how all your interviews go?”
“Only the good ones.”
For some reason, the disappointment on his face melts away. “I know, feel sorry for me.”
“Nah, something tells me you’ll be okay.”
“Well, you were literally my last hope, so I’ll have to be okay doing something else with my life.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Maybe I’ll take up sculpting. And be a, umm, sculp…tist?”
“I think they’re called artists.”
I snort. “I don’t know. But you should probably figure it out before you print business cards.”
“I guess it’s back to the drawing board.”
I sip my drink quietly for a moment. “What do you want in a job?”
“Something physical, or at least varied. My attention span is way too short for sitting at a desk all day. Preferably outdoors.”
“What about … fisherman?”
“As well as clumsy, I’m exceptionally uncoordinated. Next!”
“Umm … miner? Logger?”
“You’re terrible at this.”
“Remind me which of us has a job.” I keep my voice kind so I don’t bring him down again.
Auggie orders two shots, and I’m not about to turn down free Jäger. We both throw them back, and I watch Auggie cringe through his.
“It’s no use. At this point, I should cut my losses and go into porn.”
I choke on my drink because that’s the last thing I was expecting an innocent-looking guy like Auggie to say. His eyes are starting to look a bit glassy and unfocused though, so I guess the alcohol is talking. “There’s a market for everything, I suppose.”
“Hey!” He gives me a little nudge. “I’ll have you know I’m quite confident in what I have.”
And even if Auggie isn’t my type, I’m red-blooded enough to recognize he’s sexy as hell in a twink kinda way. “Send me your OnlyFans and I’ll show my support.”
“Why?” He leans a little closer and wets his pink bottom lip. “I could give you a free show tonight.”
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Saxon James is an author from Australia who's obsessed with writing queer characters. She has a range of books from YA to adult and they all have one thing in common: swoony, sweet love.
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Thursday, June 10, 2021
Book Title: Triple Affinity (D’Vaire, Book 23)
Author: Jessamyn Kingley
Publisher: Independently Published
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson, Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: June 10, 2021
Genres: M/M/M Urban Fantasy
Tropes: Fated Mates
Themes: Fate, Love, Ménage
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 103 900 words
Buy Links - Available on Kindle Unlimited
With the odds stacked against them, can three men find love?
Joining the Council of Sorcery and Shifters was a simple decision for the ruler of the brown bears. Two centuries later, Artair Ursus Arctos is a successful leader with a loving family, and the only thing he wants is his mate. Artair is fascinated by magic and secretly hopes to find forever with a sorcerer.
As a child, Lochlan Airle had privilege and wealth but lacked any control. He walked away from his prominent family at eighteen, only to get fired from countless jobs. Behind the scenes, his mother uses all her connections to break his spirit, but she will not deter him. After finally landing a job at the Circle of Mages, a matebond is the last thing on his mind.
Twenty-six-year-old Riker McKenna has a hard-earned doctorate and enough magic to guarantee immortality. Although his brother’s decision to stay with their wastrel parents broke his heart, Riker is determined to make the most of everything. When he qualifies for employment at the Circle of Mages, he does not know it will lead him to his mates.
Within a week, the three men meet and must confront the poor odds of triple matebonds in the Council. To reach the affinity they desire, they will have to rapidly adjust to each other and all the surprises life has in store.
“Well, gentlemen, what did you have in mind to while away the hours of our Friday night?” Riker asked, stacking his hands behind his head.
“I didn’t realize this was such a formal occasion. Should I change into fancier clothes?” Lochlan teased.
“You’re already wearing too much, Gorgeous,” Artair responded.
A blush swept over his skin, and Artair’s blood flowed south. Lochlan’s shyness beckoned him with the same strength as Riker’s blunt sexiness.
“Damn, but you look good,” Riker said. “I bet you get flushed like that when you come.”
Instead of being embarrassed, Lochlan grinned. “I don’t have a mirror around when that happens.”
“Pity,” Artair remarked.
“You’re an aqua mage, manipulate your element so there’s a curtain of water that reflects,” Riker suggested.
“Perhaps he’s a little too busy to worry about magic,” Artair said. “Or his partners in the past have objected.”
“I haven’t had any partners in the past,” Lochlan muttered.
“Perhaps partner isn’t a good word,” Artair remarked. “It suggests a level of intimacy that doesn’t exist between two people getting together to fuck.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever referred to the guys in my past as partners,” Riker commented.
“I’ve never had sex before,” Lochlan blurted out.
Riker sat up straight. “You haven’t?”
“No. It’s a rather long story, but I tried once. I couldn’t find any takers,” Lochlan explained.
“You went somewhere in that body, with that face, and couldn’t find anyone willing to have sex?” Riker asked. “How is that possible?”
Lochlan’s gaze hit the bed, and he shrugged. “Perhaps as my mate you see me in a way others don’t.”
“While I disagree with the notion that it’s something to do with our matebond that makes us attracted to you, the important part of this discussion is for you to understand that we do want you and we think you’re gorgeous,” Artair explained.
“I don’t really care what anyone besides you two thinks, anyway. I find you both attractive too.”
“Have you kissed anyone?” Riker asked.
With a shake of his head, Lochlan continued to stare at his lap. “No.”
“Do you want to?” Artair asked.
The aqua mage’s eyes met Artair’s, and there was no mistaking the need in the pale depths. “I’d like that very much.”
“Artair, you should kiss him first,” Riker ordered.
“You met him first.”
“It’s not that easy. It’s Lochlan’s first kiss ever. Not only is it important to him personally, but to us as a trio. We need to move forward making sure no one is slighted or left out,” Artair said. “This warrants discussion.”
“I’ll kiss him right after you do…unless we should kiss second.”
“I told you it was complicated.”
“It’s not,” Lochlan replied. “We can share a simple kiss three-ways. I want my first kiss to be with both of you.”
“Clearly, he’s the brains and beauty in this relationship,” Riker crowed.
Artair grinned in full agreement. “Shall we?”
To keep Lochlan from overthinking, Artair cupped his neck in his hand and did the same to Riker, bringing them both forward slowly. After closing his eyes, Artair gently pressed his lips to both his mates at the same time. It was chaste, simple, and perfect. A sense of beauty swept through Artair, and he vowed to move whatever mountains or cross any river to make sure they were together.
About the Author
Jessamyn Kingley lives in Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute favorite.
Jessamyn is married and working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.
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Wednesday, June 9, 2021
Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Cameron Wants To Be A Hero
By Anyta Sunday
Love, Austen (Book 2)
Lake: Did you get his number this time?
Cameron: Yes. But I’m not sure I should use it so soon.
Lake: What’s soon? Didn’t you last see him yesterday?
Cameron: I thought you’re meant to wait three days? Otherwise it looks desperate.
Lake: You are desperate.
Lake: From everything you’ve told me, sounds like this could be something.
Cameron: You think?
Lake: Message him. Keep it sexy.
When it comes to romance books, Cameron Morland can always read between the lines. When it comes to real romance, he may need a dictionary.
It’s Northanger Abbey, complete with a neo-gothic mansion and charming misunderstandings. But contemporary. And gay.
Holy hell, could Cameron flush any harder?
Twinkling eyes studied him. “‘While hiding from my own party, I was ambushed by a despicable English intruder, who snooped through my things and made the most scandalous move to waltz with me.’”
“Not what I’d say. Wrong, finally. How relieving.”
“Want to know what I hope you’ll write?”
“Go on, then.”
“I danced with a friendly man and indulged in titillating conversation. His quick wit and bountiful humor agree with me—I hope I bump into him again. Maybe chat more over coffee.”
“Maybe I would. But my journal is only for script ideas. For letting my imagination run wild.”
“I’m wrong again.” He stopped waltzing and palmed his forehead in mock disappointment. “A sub-par sleuth after all.”
Cameron’s chuckle was interrupted by a hair-wrecked, lip-reddened Lake barging into the office in stocking feet.
“Cameron, there you are. You wouldn’t have any spare socks, would you? Knightly accidentally tipped his red wine, and my feet caught the worst of it.”
They’d been balancing wine as they’d devoured each other’s faces? No surprise something spilled. “Why didn’t you have your boots on? No, wait—don’t answer that,” Cameron blurted as Lake began to color.
Henry donned a sympathetic wince as Lake displayed the stain. “On such nice Happy Socks. What a shame.”
Lake’s eyes flickered curiously from Henry to Cameron. “You like Happy Socks?”
Henry shoved up the leg of his jeans, revealing green socks printed with cute gargoyles. “All my socks are Happy ones. My sister bought me two pairs a few years ago and I’ve never looked back.”
Lake stared at Henry like he was his hero. “A man of good taste.”
“Thanks to my sister.”
“Have you checked out Cameron’s?”
Henry bit back a laugh. His glittering gaze slid over Cameron. “I’ve not yet had the honor.”
To his mortification, Lake reached out and unzipped his boot.
Henry eyed his sock thoughtfully. “Rainbow hearts. Socks can tell you a lot about a person, too.”
“Oh, my God,” Cameron said. “You guys are so—” He bit back ‘weird.’
“It makes gift-giving easy,” Lake added. “Everybody needs socks.”
Cameron sighed, perched on the couch, and removed his rainbow hearts. “Here, Lake. They’re yours.”
“But then you’ll have none.”
Henry joyfully removed his own shoes and peeled off his socks. “I come to your rescue.”
Cameron blinked at the offered gargoyle socks. “Now you have none.”
Henry grinned and leaned toward him, adopting a secretive whisper. “Now I have a reason to meet you again.”
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I'm a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.
Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.
I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of emotion, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.
My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, Spanish, and Thai.
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Cover Illustrator: Lauren Dombrowski
Lauren Dombrowski is a comic artist and illustrator based in the Chicago area. Previous publications of their work include co-written comics in Tabula Idem: A Queer Tarot Comic Anthology published by Fortuna Media, Dates! An Anthology of Queer Historical Fiction (Volume 3) published by Margins Publishing, internal illustrations in Conventionally Yours, published by Sourcebooks Casablanca, and an internal illustration in Say You’ll Be Nine by Lucy Lennox.