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  • Harboring Secrets (The Anchor, #3)Harboring Secrets by E.M. Denning
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    oh Liam’s story broke my heart and I can understand why he left when he did BUT the way he follow Brodie and does all the romancing and being there to get his second chance is a wonderful ending to this trio of books

    I hope we get more stories in this small town world !

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  • Kiss Me Honey Honey by C.F. White

    Kiss Me Honey Honey (To Love a Psycho Book Two)

    C.F. White

    Release Day: March 31, 2025

    Genre: LGBTQ+ Romance

    Subgenre: M/M Romantic Suspense

    Tropes: Forbidden Romance, Murder Mystery, Unhinged Twink, Age Gap, Dangerous Game of Cat and Mouse, Slow Burn with Explosive Payoff

    Additional Information: NOT a standalone. Kiss Me Honey Honey is book two of three. The trilogy must be read in order. The plot and romantic arc continue throughout the entire series. Aaron & Kenny’s relationship is anything but easy. Their journey is filled with rocky moments, mistrust, and vulnerability, because the stakes are sky-high for both. Amid the darkness, you’ll find heart-pounding moments of connection, hard-fought love, and, yes, a well-earned HEA (eventually).

    Available in Kindle Unlimited, e-book, paperback, and hardcover—with an alternative cover.

    Blurb

    Every kiss is a sin.

    “Giving into temptation might not just ruin Kenny… It could kill him.”

    Aaron has spent his life running from intimacy, but when his professor, Dr Kenneth Lyons, broke through his defences last year, only to push him away, the sting of rejection left an indelible mark. He’s determined to win him back and prove their connection is more than just forbidden heat. But when danger lurks in every touch, and even a single kiss becomes deadly, Aaron might not survive long enough to prove he’s worth the risk.

    Kenny knows he shouldn’t want his student. Resisting Aaron has already cost him pieces of himself he can’t recover. Torn between his career and the man who’s stolen his heart, Kenny struggles to keep his distance. But when Aaron becomes the target of a ruthless killer, the fragile lines Kenny drew between them blur. And he’s forced to face the truth. Protecting Aaron could destroy his future… or shatter his soul.

    As a series of brutal murders pulls them deeper into a web of danger, Aaron and Kenny are forced to confront the darkest shadows of Aaron’s past and the devastating legacy binding them together.

    With their forbidden bond igniting into an all-consuming blaze, they must decide: in a world where trust is a death sentence and love could cost them everything, how far are they willing to go to save each other?

    Kiss Me Honey Honey is the gripping second installment in the To Love a Psycho trilogy where passion and peril collide.

    Excerpt:

    “You’re not gonna kiss me, are you?” The raw, unspoken truth in Aaron’s tone twisted the knife already lodged in Kenny’s chest.

    Because those lips, soft and inviting, promising everything and nothing, could shatter him completely. They might as well contain poison far deadlier than anything he’d read about in a pathology report. Because surrendering to Aaron’s meant destruction.

    So he forced out his reply, “Not yet.”

    Aaron’s eyes were a tempest of defiance, daring and dangerous and locking onto Kenny’s with an intensity refusing to surrender. Then, with a wicked smirk, he wrapped his fingers around Kenny’s wrist like a silken snare and, without a word, without breaking the charged connection in his gaze, he guided Kenny’s thumb into his mouth.

    Kenny’s breath hitched.

    Aaron’s warm, wet mouth closed around Kenny’s thumb, maddeningly sweet and dangerously seductive. Because he wasn’t crude with it, or rushed with abandon. Aaron was slow. Purposeful. Achingly tender. And his tongue curling around the pad of Kenny’s thumb burned into his memory, because Aaron wasn’t just touching him, or reminding him of their first encounter when Aaron had stretched that beautifully cruel mouth so effortlessly around his cock, but he was branding him. Owning every inch of Kenny’s willpower with every languid suck.

    Kenny couldn’t look away and Aaron’s eyes stayed locked on his, bright with intensity, daring him to resist what they both knew he couldn’t. It wasn’t just a tease. It was a confession. A plea. A promise of what could be if either of them dared to take that final, irrevocable step. And when Kenny finally pulled back, sliding his thumb from Aaron’s lips with a soft, obscene pop, Kenny’s cock inflamed, telling him he wanted in that devilishly beautiful mouth. Now. Ever more so when Aaron flicked his tongue over his tip, an unspoken dare haunting the space between them.

    Kenny was losing a battle he swore never to fight and Aaron was carving out the pieces of his soul he wouldn’t ever get back. Because Aaron was the only one who could ever fill them.

    Falling back on the sofa, Aaron gazed up at him with a devastating mix of triumph and yearning, and Kenny knew then, with bone-deep certainty that when, not if, but when he kissed him again, he’d give permission for Aaron to destroy his entire life. 

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    CF White writes gritty British based stories about imperfect men falling in love against the odds and has been accused of sprinkling a bit of humour into them from time to time too. Because what’s life without sprinkles?

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  • Dine With Me by Layla Rayne

    The best dish you never expected…

    Dine With Me, an age-gap, roadtrip, M/M romance from bestselling author Layla Reyne is now available with a brand new look and in paperback for the first time ever!

    Ingredients:

    One surly, tattooed chef on the brink of losing it all, including his sense of taste.
    One sexy, bespectacled doctor who jumps at the chance to dine with his foodie idol.
    A cross-country culinary adventure, from picnics to dive bars to fine dining and home-cooked meals.


    Directions:

    Combine ingredients in one plane, in one hotel room, in each other’s company for ten days over Christmas and New Year’s.

    Add shared struggles, simmering attraction, inconvenient feelings, and a splash of angst.

    Do not remove from oven until fully baked or else there will be no saving it.

    Let stand for a lifetime of love and dining together.

    Enjoy this emotional age-gap M/M romance novel with plenty of snacks and a box of tissues.

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    “Chef, it’s an honor.”


    “You know Miller?” Sloan asked.


    Miller checked his grip, afraid he’d crush Clancy’s long, slim fingers in his bear claw, but the other man’s handshake was confident and firm. His eyes lingered on Miller’s tattooed forearm, bared beneath his rolled-up dress sleeves, before he withdrew
    his hand and cleared his throat. His gaze darted back up and he adjusted his glasses.


    “Miller Sykes,” he said. “Self-taught wonder-kid of the cooking world. James Beard Rising Star Chef. Staged at the top restaurants in New York, then relocated to the Bay Area. You earned two Michelin stars for the restaurant where you were chef de cuisine before leaving to open your own place three years ago.” He interrupted his Wiki-page recitation—with all the correct pronunciations, Miller noted—to take a deep breath
    and return his attention to Sloan. “When my parents showed me the ad, then said I was meeting the chef in Napa, I did the calculations. Chefs, stars, and the timing. I’d wheedled it down to a handful. Miller was on the list.


    “Possibly also a stalker. Or an apron-chaser. Neither good.


    And yet Sloan seemed more intrigued than ever. “Your mom said you’re a huge foodie.”


    “Isn’t anyone who wants to go on a trip like this?” An eager, guileless smile stretched across his pale, lightly freckled face.

    Miller discounted his stalker theory—this kid was pure fanboy—but there was something in his innocence, in his youth, that called to more than Miller’s ego.

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  • Dusty’s Snack Shack by Dann Hazel

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    Dusty’s Snack Shack
    By Dann Hazel

    Short Orders Gay Romance Series, Book 1

    Sand, sun, and a steamy summer fling.

    That’s all Dusty and Ken expected from their chance encounter at Myrtle Beach, when Ken purchases ice cream from Dusty’s Shack Shack.

    But as their bodies entwine, so do their hearts, leading them on a journey of unexpected emotions.

    With the bustling beach as their backdrop, and a sweet Saint Bernard that adores both men, they explore the depths of their passion and the pitfalls of falling in love.

    Then, as the summer winds down, their romance takes a precarious turn, threatening to tear them apart.

    Will their love withstand the crashing waves, or will it be washed away by the tide?

    If you enjoyed the passionate romance and twists and turns of Nicholas Sparks’ “The Notebook,” you’ll love this beachside love story with a gay twist.

    Why wait? Grab your copy now before the tide changes!

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    Excerpt from Dusty’s Snack Shack:

    “I won’t get to see you again before you leave?” The disappointment in Dusty’s voice was palpable.

    “Here’s the deal with me, Dusty. I’m not up to driving. Not tonight. I’m far too tired to start the long trek home, only to stop at some fleabag hotel along the way when I get sleepy. Which will happen sooner rather than later. I already feel exhausted.”

    “Then stay.” Dusty uttered the words before Ken finished his sentence. “Please. There’s no need for you to transfer to another hotel. I’d love for you to be my guest for as long as you wish.”

    “You have a life to live, Dusty, and a business to run—” Ken began.

    “That business will be closed for at least another day,” Dusty interrupted. “Probably longer. They’ve closed the entire block near my shop. Several other blocks have also been closed. Customers wouldn’t be allowed access to the Snack Shack even if I were allowed to open it. But I have to wait until city officials give the all-clear.”

    For a moment, Ken didn’t speak. Then, Dusty heard a heavy, resigned sigh. “Your offer is tempting, Dusty. Really, it is. But let me ask you. Are you fucking positive?”

    Dusty laughed gently. “I’ve never been surer of anything else. Get your ass over here as quickly as you can.”

    Ken began a hearty chuckle. His chuckle grew into a laugh.

    “Why are you laughing?”

    “As you know, I wasn’t crazy about a Myrtle Beach vacation from the beginning. Now, I am adamant not to cut the damn thing short. I have four more days, for Christ’s sake! And I’m gonna take them.”

    Dusty turned into his driveway, which he’d almost overshot. “The beach can have a seductive effect on people, that’s for sure.”

    Dusty transferred the sound from the car’s audio system to his phone. He got out of his car, then headed to his front door. Benji, his tail wagging furiously, was waiting for him,.

    “But Dusty? I don’t want you to think the ocean is the only temptation.” Ken’s voice sounded plaintive and sincere, hinting of a vulnerability that Dusty hadn’t noticed before. “It’s you, too. You’re a great guy, even if we did get off on the wrong foot. Those four additional days I have left? I would rather spend them with you.”

    Dusty was rendered speechless by Ken’s confession, delivered with great sincerity.

    Maybe, Dusty thought, the man’s much more sensitive than he often comes across.

    “Then it’s settled,” Dusty said. “I’m sitting on my sofa right now, caressing a big furry monster who would love to see you almost as much as I do. So get your ass over here as quickly as you can.”

    Ken laughed. “I’m approaching the Bayview parking garage now. I have to get clearance to retrieve my car, then I’m on my way.” He cleared his throat. “I will have to make a quick stop at a convenience store to pick up a few toiletries. That shouldn’t take more than five or ten minutes.”

    “Good idea. I don’t share my toothbrush with anyone.”

    Suddenly, Dusty felt overcome with gratitude—gratitude that Ken was alive. “Hey, Ken?”

    “Yes?”

    Dusty inhaled deeply, as though to sequester some immense feeling. “Be safe. Please. I know you’re upset. That doesn’t always make for safe driving. But remember I’m here, waiting for you. Call me if you need anything.”

    Ken swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “Thanks, Dusty. You’re the best.” 



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  • Finding Lord Landry by Lucy Lennox

    Title: Finding Lord Landry
    Series: The Billionaire Brotherhood #5
    Author: Lucy Lennox
    Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance
    Tropes: Enemies with Benefits, Boss/Employee
    Workplace Romance, Secret Fling, Fake Fiancé
    Release Date: March 25, 2025
    BLURB
    When a secret enemies-with-benefits situation turns into the world’s most public fake marriage…

    The world knows me as Landry Davis, supermodel. A beautiful face and killer abs that have spawned a hundred fantasies.

    To my friends, I’m simply Landry, the snarkiest (read: most fun) member of our billionaire brotherhood.
    But to Kenji Toma, the gorgeous and oh-so-capable personal assistant I’ve been in love with for years, I’m “effing Landry,” the charming slacker who disappears for weeks only to resurface in trouble. His favorite enemy-with benefits. A man he refuses to fall in love with (though I’ve tried) and also can’t resist managing (a fact I’m not too proud to take advantage of).
    What none of them know is that I have another title–in fact, a whole other life. One I was born into. One that comes with sprawling estates, a coronet, and a metric ton of familial and political expectations. A life I’ve kept secret for way too long… and hope to keep secret for just a little while longer.
    At least until I learn Kenji is in danger.
    When all my money and fame can’t save the man I love, I don’t hesitate to use long-hidden political power to whisk him to safety, even though it means outing myself as Viscount Hawling, the elusive heir to the Davencourt earldom…
    And pretending the man who loves to hate me is actually my doting husband.

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    Lucy Lennox is a USA Today bestselling author and winner of the A.C. Katt Gay Debut Novel Award.

    After enjoying creative writing as a child, Lucy didn’t write her first novel until she was over 40 years old. Her debut novel, Borrowing Blue, was published in the autumn of 2016. Lucy has an English Literature degree from Vanderbilt University, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the years and years of staying up all night reading tantalizing novels on her own. She has three children, plays tennis, and hates folding laundry. While her husband is no shmoopy romance hero, he is very good at math, cooks a mean lasagne, has gorgeous eyes, looks hot in his business clothes, and makes her laugh every single day. She writes gay romance with heart, humor, and heat!

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  • Building Home by J Mackenzie

    RELEASE TOUR – Building Home by J. Mackenzie

    Length: 262 pages

    Series: Home in the Berkshires Book 1

    Prior Reading: n/a

    Genre: contemporary

    Tropes: Low-angst, Dual hurt/comfort, Found family, Renovation, Lots of pretzels, Even more dogs

    Trigger/Content Warnings: Emotionally abusive relationship (off page and not between MCs), Parental death (off page), Nonmonogamy (MCs have sex on page with people who are not each other)

    Spencer Lim has a good life—a decent apartment, a job renovating houses with his best friend, and a dog who’s the goodest boy on the planet. So what if he hasn’t slept with the same guy twice since he moved to Pittsfield? It’s not like he’s looking for a relationship, anyway.

    Then he gets a call from Ian Collier, who has a wreck of a house and no idea what to do with it. This should be just like any other job. Except that Ian is quiet and serious and looks at Spencer in a way that intrigues him like nothing has in a long time. There’s a reason Spencer doesn’t do repeats, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember the more time he spends with Ian.

    When Spencer volunteers to help Ian clean out the house’s basement, he starts to understand why dealing with the place has been so hard for Ian, and he’s tempted to share in return. Will opening up to Ian be a mistake? Or is Spencer finally ready to put himself out there again?

    EXCERPT:

    Spencer took Ian’s hand and led him over to the couch, pulling him into his lap. Ian’s hair was a bit wild from being outside and from Spencer playing with it earlier, and his pupils were blown wide. He licked his lips. 

    Spencer ran his hands up Ian’s sides over the soft fabric of his T-shirt. “What is this made of? Angels’ tears?”

    Ian buried his head in Spencer’s shoulder to hide his laugh. “Pima cotton, I think.”

    “Sure.” Spencer slid his palms down the expanse of Ian’s back to feel it again.

    Ian wrapped his hands around Spencer’s neck and leaned down and kissed him. Spencer grabbed Ian’s hips, partially so he didn’t fall off the couch but mostly because it felt nice to have his hands on him. Spencer let himself slip into the sensation, not worried about what came next. It was so hard to worry when Ian was around. Ian’s lips were warm and gentle, and his tongue was moving leisurely against Spencer’s. Ian seemed to like to lead, so Spencer relaxed back into the couch cushions, tipping his head up to meet Ian’s lips. He felt calm, like he always did when he was with Ian, a warm pleasure suffusing his body.

    Suddenly something wet was shoved between their torsos. “Oh my god, Norman.” Spencer extended his arm and snapped, trying to distract Norman as far away from them as he could reach. “Go the fuck away.”

    Ian’s whole body was shaking with laughter. He looked beautiful, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, and Spencer got distracted by it until Norman nosed back in.

    “I’m so sorry.”

    “It’s okay.” Ian ran his thumbs over Spencer’s cheekbones. “He’s just encouraging moderation. I could have kept kissing you all night.”

    “Norman has never enjoyed moderation in his life.” Spencer tried to look at the dog sternly, but his big, dopey eyes disarmed him like they always did. “I’m not sure what your plan for the night was, but if we get in bed and start, uh, other activities, he’ll leave us alone.”

    “Yeah, that sounds nice.” Ian kissed him one more time, slow and sweet, then slid off his lap.

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    J. Mackenzie is an avid reader and writer of queer romance. Her favorite tropes are friends-to-lovers, second-chance romance, and found family. Her new novel, Building Home, is coming March 21.

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  • Wood & Wonders by Duckie Mack

    🪵NEW RELEASE🪵
    Wood & Wonders
    Heartcraft Market Book 5
    By Duckie Mack

    𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑎𝑘?

    ❤️ Queer Romance
    ❤️ Forced Proximity
    ❤️ Only One Bed
    ❤️ Age Gap (45/27)
    ❤️ Widow + Popstar

    𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐗 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

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  • Eight Second Magic by WM Kirkland

     

    Title: Eight Second Magic

    Author: WM Kirkland

    Publisher: Changeling Press

    Release Date: March 14, 2025

    Cover Art: Marteeka Karland

    Genres: New Releases, Paranormal, Romance, Wildest West

    Themes: Gay, Magic, Sorcery, and Witchcraft, Multiple Partners /Polyamory, Sports Romance, Vampires, Werewolves & Wolf Shifters

    Series: Cowboy Matchmaker (#1)

    Book Length: Novella

    Page Count: 89

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    Synopsis

    When vampire Beau Hollings falls into rodeo clown Leon Lavoie’s arms as he comes off a bull, he’s more than grateful for the save. Sparks fly when Beau meets the sexy vampire clown after the event for drinks, and a night of passion makes the night complete. But what should have been a one-night stand turns into something more when Leon reveals that they were matched by Cowboy Magic, a dating service for paranormal rodeo performers. Wolf shifter Rhody Tallwood, one of the famous Tallwood brothers of bronc riding fame, put in a request with Cowboy Magic, then forgot — until he’s told to watch the bull riding. Now he’s got to juggle not one, but two vampire mates, as well as his brothers’ displeasure, because the three of them together are magic, and each of them wants their relationship to last a lot longer than eight seconds. TRIGGER WARNING: Rodeo Clown, may be a trigger for those with clown phobia. Adult language and situations. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Each book in the Cowboy Magic series contains stories of queer cowboy/cowgirl/cowthey love across the LGBTQIA+ spectrum.

    Excerpt

    Eight Second Magic (Cowboy Matchmaker 1) WM Kirkland All rights reserved. Copyright ©2025 WM Kirkland Beau didn’t think he had unreasonable requirements — at least six feet tall, familiar with bull riding and the danger that came with it, understands the life of a traveling cowboy — but as he hit send on the preferences form at Cowboy Matchmaker, he thought he was asking for a trip to the moon or something. Though depending on how good the cowboy was at giving a blow job, it might feel as if he’d gone into orbit. He grinned at his mental joke, then quickly sobered. He hadn’t had so much as a quick hand job in the men’s room for a very long time. He’d been focusing on his career and watching his bank account get fatter. It was nice to skyrocket in the standings. It was even better to know he would have a nest egg for when he was ready to hang up his bullrope. At some point he’d have to leave because even though people knew about vampires, the fact he aged more slowly still creeped most of them out. Guess that would be another requirement — not icky about vampires. He checked his ride time. The rodeo would be starting soon, and he wanted to find a good place to watch before the bull riding closed out the event. Grabbing his travel mug, he drained the last of its contents before heading out. He made it to the arena just as the first event, bareback riding, was starting, and found a spot behind the chutes to watch. He waved at the bull riders passing by to go scope out their rides and see what they were up against. He already knew. He’d drawn Smoke Demon, a big, dark gray bull that few cowboys could stay on for the required eight seconds. He could, though. He knew it, and tonight would be his night to add to his winnings and his legend. The cowboy in the arena spurred in rhythm with the bronc’s big bucks, the two of them as pretty as a postcard. His white hat tumbled off about three jumps in, and his long, dark ponytail fanned out behind him like a horse’s tail. Dirk was good, one of the best, and a good friend. The crowd cheered and hollered as the buzzer sounded, and the pick-up men helped Dirk off the big chestnut paint bronc. When his score hit the board, the arena erupted even louder. Beau drank it in, thinking the crowd would cheer just as loudly for him, too. He watched the rest of the bareback and saddle bronc riding, then as the first roping events started, he went back to the locker room to begin his preparations for tonight’s ride. He wove through the workers behind the chutes, giving some nods of hello to men busy moving stock to and from the pens and those working the chute. He reached the locker room, surprised to find it lightly populated, and went to his trunk where he kept his chaps and bullrope. He sat on the bench, trying to focus on the visualization exercises he did before his ride, but he couldn’t stop thinking about that Cowboy Matchmaker application he’d submitted. After paying and filling out the form, all he had to do was wait and see who he’d be connected with and just how well and how fast they’d hit things off. Word of the service had spread through the cowboys, with most of them calling it magic. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in magic. He was a vampire, and he knew magic existed. It was just, well, cowboys like him didn’t get a happily ever after, and even the mortal, completely non-paranormal cowboys had rough relationships with the stress and danger of the road. A vampire? Who rode bulls? After living for a few hundred years, he loved the adrenaline. He also knew he’d have to move on in a decade or so. He could only claim a great skincare regimen for so long. Beau removed his hat and raked his fingers through his long sandy-brown hair, cut just shaggy enough to give him a rakish look. “Worried about your ride tonight?” a familiar voice asked as he walked into the locker room. Beau replaced his hat and put on a big grin. “I’ve ridden worse. Who’d you draw?” he asked to deflect the conversation from him. Brand Bennings had chased his place at the top of the standings for the past few years, and the younger vampire was always trying to give him a hard time. “Spit Stain.” He rolled his eyes. “He’s so predictable. One hop out of the chute, then spin to the left. Yawn. I’ll have to be perfect to get a good score tonight.” “Stay on your rope. Sometimes he’ll go to the right and dump you in the well.” They might be competitors, but Brand had to ride well for them to be in close contention, which was exactly what the fans wanted. “Right-O.” He gave a two-fingered salute at the tan brim of his cowboy hat, then went to his trunk. Beau returned to his visualizing the ride. He knew Smoke Demon’s moves, had watched countless videos of him after the draw. The trick to staying on was to expect the unexpected, because Smoke Demon didn’t have a single way of going. He could do this. He moved to his stretches, and by the time barrel racing started, he exchanged his cowboy hat for his helmet and was ready to ride. He went behind the chutes with the rest of the riders, giving a nod to Brand as he passed him on the bleachers. Beau would be riding fifth, so when the barrels were removed from the arena and the spotlights dimmed, he was ready and already getting stationed behind the chutes where the first three bulls were being guided into place. Normally he’d ignore the announcer’s hype. He knew the sport was rough and dangerous, that he was epitomizing the essence of the cowboy, especially since he’d been part of the Wild West when it was truly wild. Smoke Demon went into the chute, and it was showtime. Upon reaching the chute, he climbed down, straddling the gate while he adjusted the bullrope. When he was ready and the arena cleared of the last rider, he settled on Smoke Demon’s back. He fastened his bullrope, and though he’d done this a thousand times, he wasn’t sure if it was like strapping himself to a rocket or a fifteen-hundred-pound rattlesnake. One wrong move and it’d hurt like hell at the very least. He was immune to a lot, but a horn through the chest wasn’t one of them. Out of habit, he reached to press down his cowboy hat, his hands encountering his helmet instead, and gave the nod. The gate swung open and Smoke Demon exploded. He jumped from the gate, hitting the ground with his front feet solidly in the dirt and his hind feet up over his ass. A long thread of snot whipped from the bull’s nose to slap across the toe of Beau’s boot with the remainder hitting the ground. Beau ignored it, because just as the hind feet landed, the bull bucked again — another leap and snort and all Beau’s focus remained on his center of gravity locking with the bull’s. One more jump, then the bull settled down to turn to the right, into his hand. He didn’t get cocky, didn’t think he had the ride. Instead, he rode each spin, each jump as it came, and when Smoke Demon whirled out of the spin, reversing like a cat pouncing on its prey, he rode with the bull. He’d never been one to count the seconds. He didn’t even try to view the board, but surely he’d ridden eight seconds by now. He dimly registered the bullfighters staying in position in case he needed help. One, dressed all in black, a mop of curly blond hair poking from beneath his black cowboy hat, gave him a thumbs-upas the bull twisted and spun. More jumps, more bucks — how the hell could so much beef be so athletic? Then the whistle blew. Beau yanked on the bullrope. It didn’t budge. Fuck. He yanked again as the pressure on his hands tightened, his fingers swelling from the loss of circulation. The bullfighter in black was there. “I got you,” he yelled over the crowd’s gasp as they realized what was happening. “Relax your hand.” Relax his hand? He was trying to cling to a pile of angry fucking hamburger. He also knew the bullfighter was right. “I got you. Look into my eyes,” the bullfighter said again, and something about his voice, a bit of compulsion, captivated Beau, mesmerized him, and his hand relaxed. The bull jumped.

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  • Specimen by C Quince

    Title: Specimen

    Series: PRISM Agents, Book One

    Author: C. Quince

    Publisher: NineStar Press

    Release Date: 03/11/2025

    Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

    Pairing: Male/Male

    Length: 105100

    Genre: Science Fiction, MM romance, sci-fi, interracial/intercultural, former military, spies, secret agents, aliens, vampires, covert missions, cosy mystery, paranormal, paranormal sleuthing, sci-fi fantasy, action, British humour

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    David Cortez, a decorated US Marine, is now on the run from his own government after escaping a top-secret CIA lab when an experimental medical procedure turned sour. While lying low in Mexico, an assassin sent from British Intelligence tracks him down. However, Sonny from MI6, a British-Iranian with a cockney accent, offers David a choice: join his team, or be killed. David chooses to work with Sonny, not only because he wants his life back, but because he feels a kinship with the man. They’re also both in the unique position of being the only living test subjects with alien DNA in their blood. Could that explain the strong attraction between them?

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    Specimen C. Quince © 2025 All Rights Reserved Tijuana, Mexico David was being followed. He couldn’t see who the tail was; every time David paused to do a little window shopping on the street and check his six in the window’s reflection, the tail managed to hide. Whoever they were, they were good at slipping by undetected. David wasn’t sure who it was. Agency, probably, or another US-based shadowy government division. He should’ve picked Venezuela to lie low, but Mexico was his home, his heritage. He had lingered here longer than he should; he knew that, but he’d been so careful, using different names and cash only. He’d grown a beard to blend in and kept moving from place to place, never settling. David had been looking over his shoulder for six months. Now it seemed the bastards had finally caught up to him. The sun was low in the sky, turning the clouds pink and orange. Vendors in the busy street were out in full force, providing good cover. David calmly made his way down the street, not letting on that he knew he was being followed—but if his tail was worth their salt, they’d know that he knew. If his tail was a US Government agency like David suspected they were, they wanted one of two things: One, they wanted to keep tabs on him. Two, they wanted to bring him in. The latter would involve kidnap in some form or other; then they’d transport him to a black site—a soundproofed lab where nobody would hear him scream. David should know. He’d been through that scenario once, and once was enough. If they thought he would come in quietly after what they’d done to him, they had another thing coming. In the early evening hubbub of Tijuana, David led his tail down side streets and off the beaten path. He knew this town like the back of his hand, and it gave him the advantage. On an ill-lit street, popular with gang members from the local cartel, a neon bar sign flickered on and off over an open doorway. David ducked in there. Immediately inside the door was a set of steps descending into darkness. David hurried down. At the bottom of the stairs, another open doorway awaited him. David knew the bar; it was small, gloomy, lit only by neon, and it was popular with drug dealers. Today it was busy enough, with music playing loud, and David was able to slip in without attracting attention. He planned to lie in wait and watch who came through the door after him, so he situated himself at the far end of the bar, facing the entrance. He ordered a light beer. The bartender opened a bottle and stuck a wedge of lime in the top before handing it over. David took the beer but didn’t drink yet. His eyes were trained on the doorway. Nobody had followed him in, which meant they were hanging back. If the shoe had been on the other foot and David was the one doing the tailing, he wouldn’t have run straight into the unknown either. That meant this tail wasn’t a local, much as he’d suspected. David leaned on the bar more casually and poked the lime wedge down into the bottle so he could take a sip of beer. He happened to catch his own reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Illuminated by red neon light, David’s tan skin looked darker than it usually did. He’d grown his hair out to ear length, the colour a mid-brown shade kissed by the sun. His full beard was a darker shade of brown. He looked like a local. It was ironic; he’d spent his youth in California trying to look less Mexican, trying to fit in with the White kids in his grade. He’d lightened his hair with frosted tips for a while there—hair in the early ’00s…not great. David was half Mexican on his father’s side. His mother was Caucasian American from San Diego. Now David had fled the US, he wanted to look more Mexican. He had felt shielded by his disguise so far, but maybe it was time for a new disguise. A new location. Still no one had come through the door. That was nearly five minutes, a lifetime in surveillance work. David was about to cut and run, when a figure appeared at the entrance. For a moment David tensed, but he soon saw that this figure was tiny. A short Mexican woman, and likely not his tail. She was the first of a group of local youths entering the bar. Two women, three men. David relaxed some. These were Mexican kids. He could tell by looking at them; their dark hair, their complexions, and their clothes. The shoes gave it away: slides and sandals weren’t exactly standard surveillance footwear. These were civilians. As the lively group came further into the bar to order their drinks, David noticed that one pair of feet among them had on black boots. Bingo. That was his tail, the man at the back of the group. Likely he had waited for a group to enter the bar and tacked himself on. Clever.

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  • To Tempt a Troubled Earl by Fearne Hill

    Title: To Tempt a Troubled Earl

    Series: Regency Rossingley, Book One

    Author: Fearne Hill

    Publisher: NineStar Press

    Release Date: 03/04/2025

    Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

    Pairing: Male/Male

    Length: 77200

    Genre: Historical, historical romance, gay, UK, aristocracy, rich man/poor man, enemies to lovers, hurt-comfort, humorous, slow burn, opposites attract, scoundrels

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    A chancer and a rogue, Kit Angel is down on his luck. Presenting himself at Rossingley Hall in the dead of night, he begs an audience with the eleventh earl, the most enigmatic nobleman in Regency England. The visit has purpose. Kit, hungry to ruin the baronet who ruined his sister, believes Rossingley is the only man who can help him. Lando Duchamps-Avery, Eleventh Earl of Rossingley, doesn’t trust the sinfully handsome stranger one bit. He does not care for the tales he spins, his hot temper, or his thick, ebony curls. And, most definitely, he is not in thrall to the delicious golden hoop dangling from Kit Angel’s left ear. Lando has his own motivations to ruin the same lord, and the two men form an uneasy alliance. As the dangerous plot they hatch unfurls, the suspicious earl and the shady scoundrel are increasingly thrown together. Whilst the wily earl gradually surrenders to his growing attraction, Kit can’t make up his mind if he wants to swive him, declare undying love for him, or throttle him. Bit by bit, as mutual desire swells between them, Kit wins over the earl’s body, his passion, and his trust. But in order to win the earl’s elusive heart? The scoundrel must risk losing everything. This first book in the new Rossingley Regency romance series introduces Lando Duchamps-Avery, nineteenth-century predecessor to Dr Lucian Avery of the contemporary Rossingley romance series. With Lando’s story, we return to southern England and the Rossingley estate. This book can be read as a standalone.

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    To Tempt a Troubled Earl Fearne Hill © 2025 All Rights Reserved Rossingley Estate Summer, 1821 “You have visitors, my lord.” Inglis floated across the eleventh Earl of Rossingley’s sleepy eyeline, looking peevish. Lando swore the man had silken castors in place of feet. With white-gloved hands clasped together in front of his vexed frame, his head butler awaited his response. “And you have chosen to disturb me about this because…” Lando tilted his balloon of brandy this way and that, playing the flickering candlelight against the delicately engraved crystal. That the evening was late was an irrelevance. He and his butler were of the same accord; visitors at any time of day were unusual, unwarranted, and unwelcome. “A Mr Christopher Angel, my lord. And his sister, Miss Anne. The young man says it’s important.” One of a pair, the balloon glass had been a gift from dear Charles. “I know of no one named Angel. Begging the question ‘important for whom’?” “He didn’t make that distinction, my lord,” admitted Inglis. “But he gave the impression the matter is somewhat urgent.” Lando took a warming sip of brandy. The drink of the damned. He didn’t especially care for it, but he fancied it lent him a louche, philosophic air. “What is urgent is seldom important, Inglis,” he deemed, pleased with his wisdom. Rousseau himself might make a similar pronouncement. “If it’s alms he’s after, toss him a half-crown, some cold meats, and send him on his way.” The gloved hands wrung together. “I did try that, my lord. But he’s…ah…more insistent than our usual callers, and neither is he a pauper. And…” Inglis paused. Never let it be said the butler couldn’t milk a drama. “He…he mentioned one of his close relations. His uncle. One…ah…a former cavalry officer sadly no longer with us, God rest his soul.” As Inglis made the sign of the cross, Lando took another, more contemplative sip. So many good men had fallen during the wars in France, and a chap struggled to keep up. “Oh, yes?” Inglis cleared his throat. “Yes. A…ah…Captain Charles Prosser, my lord.” Like rancid vinegar, the fine liquor soured on the earl’s tongue. He fought to swallow it down. Perhaps he should have stuck to port after dinner. Maybe it would have better softened the dull ache now swelling behind his rib cage. Captain Prosser. His dearest Charles, his lover. His heart. Lando didn’t make his older lover’s acquaintance until after the wars, from which Charles returned hale and hearty. But where French bayonets and the battlefields of Trafalgar had failed, the insidious wasting disease prevailed. An annoying tickle became a cough, a cough tinged with blood. Slowly, inexorably, his lover faded away, their time together, in all of its perfection, too brief. A life only half lived; a conversation forever unfinished. Lando, not daring to be at Charles’s bedside at the end, heard the news of his passing from a mutual friend some two weeks after his lover had been buried beneath Kentish loamy earth. Three long years ago. Yet even now, at unprepared moments such as this—and was there ever such a thing as a prepared one?—that name still had a powerful hold upon the eleventh earl. If Inglis hadn’t broken the crushing silence, it might have persisted well into the night. “I have taken the liberty of passing the young man’s sister over to Mrs Sugden, my lord. The girl is in a state of great distress. And I have shown her brother to the small parlour. He’s…ah…not fit for the library.” Inglis’s waspish voice sounded as if coming from an awfully long way away. “My lord might wish to be more suitably attired before receiving him?” Tipping back his fair head, Lando forced another swallow of fiery amber liquid. For a second or two, it threatened to reappear, then he pulled himself together. Ridiculous. Three years gone and one mention of Charles turned him into a limp dishrag. Well, it was high time it didn’t. Time to make a clean breast of things. Time to stop bloody moping. Charles would have hated him squandering his salad days drinking alone and brooding in front of a dying fire. He cast his gaze down his spare frame. Fussy Inglis might wish him more suitably attired, but Lando gave not a fig. As purportedly one of the richest men in England, Lando could host a ball clad in only his underclothes, and the ton would declare it the latest fashion in Paris. He pinned Inglis to the spot with his pale eyes. “I’m decent. Uninvited callers find me as I am, or not at all. As you damned well know.”

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    Fearne Hill lives deep in the southern British countryside with three untamed sons, varying numbers of hens, a few tortoises, and a beautiful cocker spaniel. When she is not overseeing her small menagerie, she enjoys writing contemporary romantic fiction. And when she is not doing either of those things, she works as an anaesthesiologist.

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