Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Bennet, Pride Before The Fall By Anyta Sunday
Love, Austen (Book 3)
“I want someone to want me for who I am. No changing my appearance or philosophies or principles. I need a partner to be proud of me—in public and beyond—and proud of themselves.” “Think you’ll find it?”
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Bennet had always dreamed of love. Of finding his Mr. Right. Hell, he’d even settle for Mr. Righteous. Who he won’t fall for, not ever? Mr. Downright Pride-less.
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It’s Pride and Prejudice, complete with scumbaggery, anguished declaration of desire, meddling villagers, Karaoke, Scrabble, and Pride.
Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Beautifully Unexpected By Lily Morton
Sometimes love comes when you least expect or want it.
Magnus Carlsen is determined to grow old disgracefully. At fifty-two, he doesn’t believe in keeping anything. Men, sofas, books—everything gets jettisoned, eventually. He’s divided his life into happy compartments. A successful trial lawyer, he spends his days lecturing jurors, exasperating judges, and striding arrogantly around courtrooms. He fills his nights with a parade of handsome young men who want to make him happy. Why date someone his own age to discuss back pain, retirement-planning, and corns, when he can date men who don’t care to discuss anything at all?
However, when one of these sunny young men shows an inclination for dramatic scenes, Magnus meets his new neighbour. And his whole world implodes.
Laurie Gentry is nearly the same age as Magnus, but that’s where the similarity ends. He’s messy and creative and nosy and mysterious. He’s everything that Magnus has spent a lifetime avoiding. So, why can’t he get Laurie out of his head?
Luckily, Laurie is only in London for the summer. Magnus can uncover Laurie’s mysteries and indulge their annoyingly hot attraction, and Laurie will be gone before complications arise. A few months isn’t long enough to lose his heart. Is it?
From bestselling author, Lily Morton comes a romantic comedy about two footloose older men and how one summer in London brings something quite beautifully unexpected into their lives.
Cover Reveal & Giveaway: The Elven King's Forever By Devon Vesper
Fated Elves, Book 4
Can two enemies work together to save the one person they both love?
After all this time, Dustin’s transformation is nearly complete, and his happy ending is so close he can almost see it. His wedding is fast approaching, and he’s about to start school. He has his future, his lover, and his friends, and he at last believes that he can truly have it all.
Meanwhile, their old nemesis lurks in the shadows, ready to destroy any happiness Casersis might have. They knew Bradley is dangerous, but no one is prepared when he makes his move and kidnaps Dustin.
In order to rescue Dustin, Casersis must work with his old adversary, Erastus. They both love the almost-elf in very different ways, and if they can’t set aside thousands of years of hate, it’s Dustin who will pay the ultimate price.
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About the Author:
If there’s one thing Devon likes most, it’s chaos. She has a chaotic mind, messy house, and throws her characters into every calamitous situation possible. When she isn’t writing, she’s editing or formatting other authors’ works, building websites, creating graphics, reading, playing video games, or watching Fortnite streams on Twitch. She likes to stay busy. So yes. Chaos.
Starting in 2003, Devon turned her writing bug away from poetry and online role play in chat rooms to write her first novel. Yes, it was trash, but the process of learning to edit that piece of garbage spurred her to learn more and more. By 2013, she read an author by the name of Raythe Reign, and somehow, Raythe’s stories finally made all that learning in Devon’s mind click. She wrote her first semi-salable book in two weeks. The next in ten days, and by the beginning of 2014, had seven books written.
Were they all trash? No, but she’s in the process of rewriting them, and has already written one, turning Duty and Sacrifice into three books of a nine-book series, The God Jars Saga. Those three books were followed by more, and the last two books in the series will be published in the first quarter of 2019.
Born on a Navy base in Patuxent River, Maryland, Devon has traveled the world, living in Sigonella, Sicily for three years, and visiting many European countries before moving back to the states around the age of seven. She’s lived in Florida for sixteen years, Oklahoma for a year, and Pennsylvania for the rest. She graduated from surgical technology school near the top of her class in 2004, and uses her medical and worldly knowledge to enrich her books whenever possible. Being the worldly woman she is, and having spent most of her teens as a broody goth, Devon has four tattoos, nine piercings, loves techno, electronica, dubstep, and similar music genres, and has an incurable internet addiction.
She builds her own computers, can’t stand Mac-anything unless it’s to format books in Vellum, and purple and black are her favorite colors, though that can change to burgundy and gray depending on the day. Since she has bipolar disorder, PTSD, social anxiety disorder, general anxiety disorder, clinical depression, and has trouble leaving her house due to all that, Devon works full time as an author and editor, and spends as much time as she can talking to other authors and her readers.
Returning to their pack was always going to be dangerous, but is the fight for freedom worth the cost?
Cole and Logan return to London, ready to execute their plan of connecting with the human resistance. But with both of them blamed for the deaths resulting from Cole’s escape attempt, they receive a less than warm welcome from the McKillan pack.
Cole gets a second chance, but it’s not without restrictions, and he must toe the line and do whatever it takes to fit in. But earning the trust of his alpha and fellow shifters comes at a price.
For Logan, being close to Cole and unable to touch him is a daily torment, but watching from the sidelines while Cole learns what it means to be a McKillan enforcer is pushing him to his limits.
Both men must play their parts to perfection if they want Cole to be accepted into the pack, and that means doing what’s asked of them, no matter the cost.
Defiance is an angsty MM paranormal romance, featuring established relationship, secrecy and intrigue, and all the pining.
Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.
Elliot Hansen has a terrible habit of falling in love with every man he dates.
His friends have had enough and make a list of Elliot’s perfect man.
That V…
Those abs....
Shouldn’t a boyfriend be more than the sum of his parts?
But when sexy detective Winston Rogers bursts into his bedroom to arrest a burglar, Elliot knows he wouldn’t mind checking one or two things off that list with him.
What if you had it all?
Five years after the death of his husband, Winston Rogers is single and determined to stay that way.
He throws himself into his job—the more dangerous the assignment, the better.
He can’t face another risk to his heart.
But then a routine arrest in his neighbor’s bedroom leaves Win searching for more than evidence as the man’s sweet smile and vulnerable eyes strike a chord inside him Win had thought gone forever.
Why not enjoy each other with no strings attached? Win and Elliot decide to make their own list.
Rule #1: Strictly friends with benefits.
Rule #2: No doing anything stupid like falling in love.
Elliot groaned in the darkness. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I ate all those. It’s your fault.”
“Mmhmm.” Win licked his fingers. “Guilty as charged. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“If I could move, I’d show you. But I think I gained ten pounds since this morning—I can barely walk.”
“Poor baby. Does that mean I get to tuck you into my bed tonight and have my wicked way with you?”
Their eyes met across the dancing flames from the fire pit, and Elliot’s belly tightened in response to the rising heat and desire reflected in Win’s eyes.
“Is that what you want?” He licked his lips of sticky sweetness.
“I want you.”
“Then we’re on the same page.”
Win doused the fire, and hand in hand, they crossed the yard to the house. On the rear porch, Win stopped and framed Elliot’s face between his hands.
“I don’t want to lead you on. We’re here to enjoy each other, as long as it lasts, right?”
The faint hope that their fun afternoon would’ve miraculously changed Win’s mind, and that he’d want a relationship, faded. Elliot couldn’t be upset—Win had been nothing but up-front with him, and Elliot could walk away, knowing they’d still be friends.
If he were smart, that was what he’d do. But he’d never been smart about men.
Besides, if he left now, he’d never know what being with Win was like. That afternoon’s taste wasn’t enough. He wanted more, and by “more,” he didn’t mean everything; he didn’t mean love and commitment. If he said no, Win would kiss him good-bye and find someone else, because men like Win weren’t alone for long. Elliot would see him and the next man together, knowing it could’ve been him kissing Win, touching him, and he didn’t want that. This time he would go into it with eyes wide open. No free-falling into love. He wanted this night with Win more than anything. He could do this. He would do it.
“That’s right,” he replied, and the relief on Win’s face hurt more than he’d imagined, but Elliot mustered a smile. “Friends having fun together.”
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, Her characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.
She lives in New York City and has way too much black in her wardrobe yet can't stop buying "just one more pair" of black pants. Felice is a happily addicted Bravo and Say Yes to the Dress addict and proud of it. And let's not get started on House Hunters. Her dream day starts out with iced coffee and ends with Prosecco, because...why shouldn't it? You can find her procrastinating on FB in her reader group, Felice's Breakfast Club.
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**
“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.
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.
“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?”
“But—”
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!
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?
Austin Maloney 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?
Logan Larkman 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.
Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Getting Friendly By Saxon James
A Never Just Friends Novel, Book 3
LEON 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.
AUGGIE 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?”
“Shoot.”
“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.”
“Poor Auggie.”
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.”
“Are they?”
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?”
“Gross.”
“Sports coach?”
“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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About Saxon:
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.
When not writing, Saxon exists on a diet of coffee and chocolate while putting her KU subscription to the test.
