Cover reveal! Today I’m excited to help reveal the cover of A Lust For Blood by K.C. Smith! Enter the Bookstagram Giveaway hosted by MTMC Tours to win a signed paperback! Furthermore, all ebook preorders of A Lust For Blood are eligible to receive an exclusive art print of Oriana and Garren, please see more info below! A gender bent reimagining of the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde meets the Witcher in K.C. Smith’s debut novel. A Lust For Blood is the first in an Adult Fantasy series and it will be published on November 1st, 2022 from Phantom House Press. See the stunning cover designed by TS95 Studios here: There is no escape when the monster is you. When Oriana awakens in a field of blood and bodies, she is devastated to realize the patchwork of death was caused by her own hand. A curse lingers in the air, and there is only one option to save herself from further bloodshed. Oriana uses her magic to create an enchanted forest imprisoning the monster responsible for the massacre–herself. Garren has built a career around slaying demons. When he learns of a centuries old creature locked away in the strange Phantom Wood, the opportunity is too great. He will stop at nothing to destroy the demon filth that lurks in those shadows if only to satisfy his own haunting memories. Oriana soon finds herself caught in a cat and mouse game, fighting to keep her identity secret. As the two grow closer, secrets unravel. But could they each be the answer the other has been searching for? Pre-order Incentive!
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8/2/2022 0 Comments Spanish Siesta Release BlitzI’m so happy to be a part of Gay Book Promotions blog tour celebrating the release of the adorable summer romance Spanish Siesta by C.F. White! Can a Spanish siesta make Matt see his best friend the way Kieran's been hoping he would for years? Blurb Matt Robinson just got dumped. Again. With his sister’s wedding on the horizon, he needs a plus one. Kieran Barker has been in love with his straight best friend for far too long. It’ll never happen. Having already been left behind when Matt went to university, Kieran can’t take more heartbreak. So when Matt invites Kieran to spend a whole week with him on the island of Majorca, Kieran can’t let himself think there’s more to it than lads on tour. All he can do is play the field to take his mind of the hot, rugby honed body of his oldest mate. Sexy men are in abundance in Magaluf, right? Matt only wants to cop off with the bridesmaid anyway. But when Matt’s overprotectiveness about Kieran’s late-night escapades borders on jealousy, can he even dare to think that there’s more to their years of flirtations than simple bromance? And can Matt really acknowledge his feelings when they’ll soon be returning to England, with him back to the university rugby team and two hundred miles away from Kieran. Spanish Siesta (Flying into Love #2) is a Contemporary, Friends to Lovers, Bisexual Awakening, Forced Proximity MM Romance featuring a hot-headed rugby Fly-Half struggling with his emotions and an out-and-proud wannabe dancer suffering from unrequited love. Excerpt “Shit.” Matt grabbed Kieran by the arm, and shoved him back into the elevator, slamming his hand on any old button. “What the fuck, Matt?” The elevator shunted and they both had to grab the handrail running along the lift. “It’s going down!” Kieran widened his eyes. “How is it going down?” Matt didn’t say anything. His heart thumped and the foggy wooziness from the alcohol he thought hadn’t affected him crept up to make his head spin. The doors opened into a dark space. A basement, maybe? A cleaning closet. He’d hit the sodding service call button. Kieran reached out to hit the G but Matt grabbed his arm, preventing him then yanked them both out and into darkness. “What the—” Matt slapped a hand over Kieran’s mouth, “Shhh!” The elevator doors closed, the lift moving up, surrounding them in silence. Kieran stared at him, eyes widening. Matt drifted his hand from Kieran’s mouth but held a finger to his lips. “What the fuck?” Kieran mouthed. Matt stepped farther into the dark space, checking the surroundings. He breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered they were alone then turned back to face Kieran. “Why have you shoved me in a fucking broom cupboard?” Matt’s chest rose with the force of his inhalation. He tried to calm his thrashing heart. His invasive thoughts. His fear. His nerves. He couldn’t find any words. How could he explain? What would he say when he didn’t understand any of this himself? Rationality drowned by his thumping pulse, he closed his eyes to try to steady his breathing. “Matt?” Kieran’s voice was distant but calming. “Matt, you okay?” He placed his palm to his forehead. “Is it sunstroke?” Matt opened his eyes at the gentle touch, at the warm breath trickling onto his skin, at the unwavering concern in shaking lips. Matt shook his head. Kieran lowered his hand but Matt grabbed his wrist. “Matt? You’re scaring the fuck out of me.” “You think I ain’t scaring myself right now?” “Why?” Kieran’s question was shrouded by his sharp swallow. “Because I don’t know, Kier. I don’t know what’s happening.” He squeezed desperate fingers around Kieran’s wrist, glancing down to the swirls of his tribal tattoo and his breath hitched. “What’s happening to me?” “Too much sangria?” Matt pursed his lip, shaking his head. “Too much sun?” Matt shook his head. “You drank the tap water?” Matt hefted out an exasperated sigh. “Then, you’re gonna have to tell me.” Kieran licked his lips. “Because I’m all out of ideas.” Matt rubbed his thumb along the underside of Kieran’s wrist, eyes down, not able to look at Kieran as he contemplated what he should do. What he needed to do. What he was so desperate to do that it consumed his every breath. “Matt—” Matt cut off Kieran’s words with a kiss. Kieran didn’t respond. He stood there, eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. Frozen. Stunned. Accepting Matt’s lips on his. Shit. It was wrong. This was wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Fears confirmed, Matt pulled away, sinking back against the wall, telling his thumping heart he was sorry. Kieran didn’t move. He didn’t breathe either. Then, he closed his eyes to exhale the words, “You better not be fucking with me.” Matt met his gaze through the shadowy darkness. “Give me half a chance.” It had meant to be a light-hearted joke. Something to lift the mood. It came out wrong though and Kieran reached for the lift call button. Matt held out his hand. “Don’t.” He hung his head. “Please don’t. I got this far. I might need help for the next step.” Kieran dropped his hand away. Then, after several awkward moments of silence, he said, “You kissed me.” “Yup.” “You put your lips on mine.” “Yup.” “You…were going to put your tongue in my mouth.” “Are you a fucking snog pundit? Do you commentate all your kisses in the dark?” “No, Matt!” Kieran raked a hand through his hair. “Just the ones that come from my best fucking mate.” He slapped Matt’s chest. “My straight best mate.” “I don’t recall ever saying I was straight.” “You don’t have to, Matt. It’s implied in your heterosexual relationships.” Matt cocked his head. “Bit last season, there, Kier.” “I’m going to choke you with bog roll in a minute.” “Bog roll?” “We’re in a fucking closet!” Kieran flapped his hands at shelves and shelves of toilet paper and cleaning products. “Which is so damn ironic, I can’t deal.” This was such an adorable summer romance with one of my favorite tropes, friends to lovers, as well as some great bisexual awakening, between an alfa rugby player and his childhood friend.
Read my full review here: Spanish Siesta by C.F. White About the Author Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C.F. White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave. Studying at a West London university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly search for the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down coffee. Eventually she moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family. After her second son was born with a rare disability, C.F. White’s life changed and it brought pen back to and paper after having written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, C.F. White can’t stop. So strap in, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Connect with C.F. White Website • Facebook • Twitter • Instagram • Newsletter Get your own copy of Spanish Siesta Amazon Add on Goodreads Welcome to the Gay Book Promotions release blitz for Don’t Hold Back by Colette Davison, celebrating this sweet and adorable M/M sports romance with a grumpy gymnast who falls for his sunshiny rival. Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card! Can rivals gain Olympic glory and love? Blurb Garret has spent years training in gymnastics, but the pressure has taken its toll. Despite qualifying for the Olympics, failing to medal at the World Championships is all he can think about. Anger is taking control and strangling his ability to focus on training, when his main rival, Team USA gymnast, Ryder Anderson, arrives at the gym to train alongside him. Garrett wants to hate Ryder, but he can’t ignore his rival’s sunshine personality and handsome looks. Discovering Ryder is fighting a battle against himself, Garrett’s anger turns to admiration and then love. Dating his rival isn’t against the rules, but that doesn’t make it a good idea. Can they make a relationship work despite the pressure of the Olympics, or will they crack under the strain? Don’t Hold Back is an M/M sports romance with a grumpy gymnast who falls for his sunshiny rival. It has a slow-burn relationship and some hurt/comfort. Trigger warnings: Don’t Hold Back features a character who has anorexia. Excerpt “Ryder.” Lennie waved him across. “Good work. I’ve got two options for you.” Ryder raised his eyebrows as he waited. From the look on Lennie’s face, he wasn’t sure he’d like either of them. “You could go to Boulder and train alongside David Marshall.” David was a two-time Olympian. “Isn’t he trained by Isaiah Hobbs these days?” Ryder asked, trying hard not to scowl. “Yes.” “That’s not really an option, then is it?” “Hobbs said he’d have you.” Ryder shook his head and half turned away. “I don’t particularly care.” “I didn’t think you’d go for it. But Boulder’s closer to home than my next suggestion.” “There’s not much farther away than that.” “The other option is to come with me.” “To England?” Lennie nodded. “I’ve called in a favour at my old gym in Leeds. They’d be happy to have us. We could train around visiting hours. They’re pretty prescriptive. You’d get more training hours in if you went to Boulder.” “I’d rather take the week off than train under Isaiah again.” He folded his arms and dipped his chin. “England, huh? I’ve always wanted to see Buckingham Palace.” Lennie laughed. “Leeds and London aren’t exactly next door.” “Oh.” “Seriously, what do you think?” Ryder drew in a breath. “Travelling’s always harder than being home, but I’d rather train with you in England than with Isaiah. But only if you’re sure.” “I am. We can stay at my parents’ house. Dad won’t mind if you take over the kitchen. Or if you prefer, we can rent somewhere.” “Sounds good.” It was easy to say, less easy to feel. Ryder always felt anxious about travelling, especially when it meant staying somewhere else for any length of time. But travelling was unavoidable at his level of gymnastics, so he dealt with it. “You’re sure?” Ryder smiled and nodded. He wouldn’t train under Isaiah again. He couldn’t. “You won’t be the only Olympian training at the gym we’ll be using,” Lennie said. “Oh?” “Two members of the British team train there. Reece Matthews and Garrett Kidd.” “They’re great gymnasts.” “Yes.” Ryder laughed. “Garrett’s the handsome scowling one, right?” Lennie gave him a stern look. “What? He is handsome, and he was very scowly at Worlds when I went to congratulate him.” “You beat him.” “So?” Lennie rolled his eyes. “He probably thought you were rubbing your win in his face.” “Me? Nah. Why would I do that?” Lennie raised an eyebrow. “I barely beat him in the all-around final. It was by point four or something.” “Point two.” “Oh. Even closer than I thought.” Ryder shrugged. “Either one of us could have won on the day. I was just luckier. See? Now I’m looking forward to a trip to England.” Lennie shook his head and sighed. “Let’s see your floor routine again.” Ryder grinned. “On it.” Don’t Hold Back was such a sweet grumpy/sunshine, M/M sports romance, but also a story about dealing with mental health issues and the constant fight that is required to find your way back after severe anorexia.
Read my full review here: Don’t Hold Back by Colette Davison About the author Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing. Connect with Colette Davison Website • Facebook • Twitter • Instagram • BookBub • Newsletter Get your own copy of Don’t Hold Back Amazon Add on Goodreads Giveaway Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card! I’m so happy to be a part of the Xpresso Book Tours blog tour celebrating the release of A Little Wilder by Serena Bell! Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card! Synopsis: What happened in Vegas? Definitely didn’t stay in Vegas. Gabe’s the oldest. Brody’s the bad boy. Clark’s the strong, silent warrior. Amanda’s the girl. And Easton—well, Easton’s the panty melter. I’m Kane. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not a bad job. But usually, I’m not the one people are talking about. That’s about to change. Because the woman I had a smoking hot one-night stand with in Vegas? The one I should have stayed far, far away from, since women like her are my kryptonite? She’s the same woman my brother just hired to redesign his fancy new glamping RVs. I haven’t seen her since Vegas, but the instant I lay eyes on her, I can tell my quiet role as the boy-next-door brother is about to change. She’s pregnant. And it’s mine. Excerpt There’s a knock on Bernadette’s door. It pulls me out of deep concentration on the trailer project and sends a small thrill of anticipation up my spine. Kane. It’s gotta be Kane. It’s not like I get visitors. I haul myself off the couch—an increasingly challenging undertaking. Even though I know it has to be him, I peep out. One of the awesome mods on Bernadette, courtesy of her previous owner, is a peephole, which is super useful when you’re a single woman on the road alone. And even though I know it has to be him, I still feel a surge of pleased surprise when I see his face. “Delivery,” he says, holding out a big, round Tupperware… cake holder? “Boston cream pie.” Holy shit, he found it. I yank open the door and have to stop myself from snatching the cake out of his hands. Or throwing my arms around him and hugging the crap out of him. “Where did you find it?” “I—” He stops, appearing to think better of whatever he was about to say, but it’s too late. I know where that sentence was going. “You made it?” “Amanda helped,” he says, like that’s going to take anything away from a six-foot-something built-like-a-God man who bakes Boston cream pies. “Aaaaahhhh!” I cry, overcome. “You are a saint and a genius.” He tries to bite back a smile. “I think you’re overstating things a little.” “No,” I say, shaking my head. I have been fantasizing about yellow custard, soft yellow cake, and chocolate ganache nonstop since before I knew Kane had planted this baby in me. “Come in. You have to have some, too.” “It’s all for you,” he says. “I wouldn’t take any of your special treat. Your presentation was fantastic. You deserve all the cake.” This guy. I swear. He was too much in Vegas, when all I knew about him was that he asked real questions and knew how to use his body for both good and evil. Now… “Well, come in anyway.” He hesitates again, then follows me in, setting the cake on the counter. I wash my hands and take two small plates down from the cabinets. I grab two forks from the utensil drawer and two mugs from the overhead hooks. “I don’t have coffee—” I gesture at my belly, “—but I have tea, milk, or water.” “Water would be great,” he says. “And no cake. I’m serious. It’s yours.” I wrestle the cake carrier open and cut into my prize. My mouth waters as I do. It’s so-- Not gonna say moist, but holy shit, it soooo is. We sit at Bernadette’s little pink dinette table. I’d forgotten how small this table is with two people at it. Or maybe it’s how big Kane is; his knees touch mine, and his arms cover so much territory, even with his hands folded. I force myself to look away because staring at close range is both rude and dangerous. His eyes are very, very blue. I dig in. “Oh, wow,” I say. “Wow.” It’s soft. Moist (again, sorry!). Tender, springy. The custard is cool and smooth on my tongue, the ganache dark and flavorful. “Mmm. Just. Thank you.” Kane grins at me, like he’s pleased, though there’s something else in his expression I can’t quite read. “I did good?” “You did amazing. So good I could kiss you.” One eyebrow goes up, but he only says, “How does it rate among the Boston cream pies of the world?” “It’s up there. Although pregnancy might be biasing me.” I lick a bite that’s mostly custard from my fork, and catch a glimpse of Kane’s face. His eyes are… interested. I lick again, for good measure, and notice the muscle in his jaw tense. A ripple of tension slides down the lower slope of my belly and lodges itself in my internal muscles. In their constantly primed state, they… quiver dangerously. The next time I look at him, Kane’s eyes are on my chest. I’m wearing a flowy green maternity dress with a low scoop neck, and, why, yes, it does show off my newly ridiculously huge boobs to excellent advan-- “You have—“ He reaches out. “Some cake—” His finger almost touches the upper curve of my breast, and, oh, whoops, yes, that is cake on my boob. I use my own finger to scoop it up, then lick it clean. I hear the moment the breath leaves Kane’s lungs. I see the moment his gaze travels from my chest to my mouth, when it fixes on my finger, sliding between my lips. The moment it sticks, and stays, right there on my mouth, even as my hand drops away. “Mari—” His voice is hoarse. “Do it. Just—do it,” I order him. Then he’s leaning over the table, setting his mouth over mine, hot and unhesitating and so, so good. This was such a fun, sweet and heartwarming romcom with complex and relatable characters, hilarious banter, and just the right amount of spice and heartbreak! And so bingeable – I read it in just a couple of hours! Read my full review here: A Little Wilder by Serena Bell A former journalist, Serena has always believed that everyone has an amazing story to tell if you listen carefully, and you can often find her scribbling in her tiny garret office, mainlining chocolate and bringing to life the tales in her head.
Serena’s books have earned many honors, including an RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, Apple Books Best Book of the Month, and Amazon Best Book of the Year for Romance. When not writing, Serena loves to spend time with her college-sweetheart husband and two hilarious kiddos—all of whom are incredibly tolerant not just of Serena’s imaginary friends but also of how often she changes her hobbies and how passionately she embraces the new ones. These days, it’s stand-up paddle boarding, board-gaming, meditation, and long walks with good friends. Connect with Serena Bell Webbsite • Facebook • Twitter • Instagram • Newsletter Get your own copy of A Little Wilder Amazon • B&N • iBooks • Kobo Add on Goodreads Giveaway Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card! 7/11/2022 0 Comments Orb and Arrow Book Blitz
I’m so happy to be a part of Xpresso Book Tours blitz for the all-new fantasy novel Orb and Arrow by V.L. Stuart! Don’t miss the readers review contest and a chance to win a paperback copy of the second book in this series, Duty, see further information below!
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Brillar was expected to follow in her mother’s footsteps and become a healer but she was headstrong and impetuous and took the Way of the Bow. Now a highly skilled hunter, she has been forced to kill to release a mage, bound in enchanted chains. It was self-defense, but that is no excuse for a healer. Releasing a Master War Mage from bondage could get you killed . . . or apprenticed. When Master Elden insists on the latter, Brillar finds herself on a journey not of her making. When it doesn’t end well, she insists on directing a new journey where her healing skills will find newer and greater challenges. Settled lands are one thing, but in the Wild, she will have to rely on her Master’s knowledge of the terrain and the people. And the Rovers are not always friendly.
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Before dawn the following day, Brillar was shaken awake. “Up and quickly,” urged Elden, shoving her pack and bow at her, “and move. Something’s happening.” When the pair stood, they were confronted by Rovers. “You are to leave, now,” came Sarl’s stern, angry voice. “We’re ready.” Elden’s reply was calm, but she could feel his tension. “Without the woman,” came another voice. “She has brought disorder here. She will be punished for everyone to see,” Sarl stated with finality. Reaching out, finding only anger around them, Elden made the only answer he could, unleashing a ring spell that caught the men by surprise. The spell was dark, smoky, mixed with dancing lights, and men around them dropped like stones. He drew in more mana. A spear whizzed past them, thrown from some distance. “Run,” he shouted, and they sprinted downslope toward open land. There were five miles or more between them and the Rovers when Elden brought them to a halt. He had revitalized them several times during their flight; now he grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “What, by all that is Good, have you been up to?” he shouted; there was fire in his voice. “Healing,” she shouted back, “I have been up to healing.” “And something more, I think, you little fool,” he continued to shout. That brought her up short. Elden had never spoken to her that way before. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she answered, “Widowanlis and Norrel asked questions, and I answered.” She was still defiant. “Norrel’s daughter, Ralla, is only seven, and already promised to a bully of a boy twice her age. She asked if it was so everywhere, and I answered. Others asked and were answered as well.” Elden could only turn in a circle. “So you just answered? By all that stands in the Light… just answered?” He stalked away, leaving her to follow. He set a hard pace, putting distance between them and any who might try to follow them. It was nearly dark when he stopped. She pulled up behind him, holding her side. He had offered her no help during the day and no time for comfort. She was tired, dusty, hungry, and thirsty. He gave her nothing, not even the ease of a fire. Brillar dumped her pack, which had been hastily stuffed, relieved to find everything there. She took a long pull of her water flask, finding it close to empty. Opening the foldbox, she added water to the flask then took out rations and a blanket; her other blanket had been left behind. There had been no words between them since Elden’s outburst, and for some reason, she felt lost. Neither slept well, despite the Ward. It was the same in the morning, just silence as they sat and ate where they had slept, then Elden said, “I should never have brought you.” His voice was so low, that she could hardly hear it. “Then I would be dead already, torn apart by dire wolves.” Her voice was just as quiet. “You know I would have come anyway.” “Then we are, both of us, fools.” They sat silently for a time; Elden stood and adjusted his pack. “We need to move. The spell will have held them and left them too weak to follow, but there were others.
This was such a light and enjoyable YA fantasy, with a strong main character to root for and an interesting world building and adventures.
Read my full review here: Orb and Arrow Exploration by V.L. Stuart Readers Giveaway Contest Win a free copy of Orb and Arrow: Duty (Book II)! If you’ve enjoyed reading about Brillar and Elden’s adventure in Orb and Arrow: Exploration (Book I), you can win a free paperback copy of Book II in the series, which will be published in September 2022. Here’s how to enter:
Her first genres were poetry and essays, and she won awards in both. Her Orb and Arrow trilogy has been well-reviewed and is available on Amazon. Her work in progress, Warriors of the Kalahn, is in progress and she recently completed Master of Magic, another book set in the world of Orb and Arrow. As for her writing process, she is a pantser - “May all the gods bless grammarly.com. Even with an English degree, my errors are legion.”
At present, she lives between two volcanoes, “But no worries, only one of them is active.” Get your own copy of Orb and Arrow Amazon Add on Goodreads Connect with the author V.L. Stuart 6/17/2022 1 Comment Strut Cover Reveal and GiveawayCover reveal! I’m so happy to be a part of Xpresso Book Tours cover reveal blitz for Strut by Jay Hogan. Enter the Bookstagram Giveaway to win an ecopy of the first book in the series, Flare! A dream within reach. A chance at love. A man who threatens everything. New Zealand farm boy turns New York fashion model. Fairy tale? Maybe. But it hasn’t been easy. A year in this crazy city, working my tail off just to survive in a ruthless industry where sex sells and boundaries are too readily crossed. A year and a reassuring ocean away from Hunter Donovan—a sexy, humiliating mistake that I’m not about to repeat. Distance is good. Distance is safe. But now Hunter is back. In New York. In my life. In all those treacherous feelings that haven’t gone anywhere. But when my world suddenly crashes and I have to piece myself back together and fight for my career, will Hunter be there when I need him? Will we have what it takes to make it through this, together? Note: This book contains themes of sexual harassment and sexual assault. Strut will be released on July 14th 2022!
About Jay Hogan Heart, humour and keeping it real. Jay is a 2020 Lambda Literary Award Finalist in Gay Romance and her book Off Balance was the 2021 New Zealand Romance Book of the Year. She is a New Zealand author writing mm romance and romantic suspense, primarily set in New Zealand. She writes character driven romances with lots of humour, a good dose of reality and a splash of angst. She's travelled extensively, lived in many countries, and in a past life she was a critical care nurse, nurse educator and counsellor. Jay is owned by a huge Maine Coon cat and a gorgeous Cocker Spaniel. Connect with Jay Hogan Author links Get your own copy of Strut Pre-order Add on Goodreads Giveaway Enter the Bookstagram Giveaway for a chance to win an ecopy of the first book in the series, Flare! 6/15/2022 0 Comments Rescue Cover Reveal and GiveawayCover reveal! Today I’m excited to help reveal the cover of Rescue, the third book in the City of Kaus series by Dani Hoot. Enter the Bookstagram Giveaway hosted by MTMC Tours to win one of three digital copies of the first book in this series, Revenge! This is the third book in the City of Kaus series, a swashbuckling upper YA/NA LGBTQ+ sci-fi western full of humor, romance, adventure and plenty of bad luck as Cor, Ellie, Zach, and Gabe step foot on land and get arrested for a new crime they didn’t commit, and there’s only one person who would have the resources to turn another town against them. Out on October 18th, 2022 from FoxTales Press. See the beautiful cover design by Mona Finden & Biserka Designs here: Rescue is a swashbuckling upper YA/NA LGBTQ+ sci-fi western you don’t want to miss! Cor, Ellie, Zach, and Gabe thought they were in the clear, but their bad luck said otherwise. As soon as they stepped foot on land, the four were arrested for a new crime they didn’t commit, and there was only one person who would have the resources to turn another town against them. As they wait for Byron to retrieve them from the town’s prison, the group comes up with a plan to escape. But what happens when one of them doesn’t make it out? Do they risk their lives to go back for that person, or do they save their own skin? About the author
Dani Hoots Buy the City of Kaus books Books2read Amazon Add on Goodreads Giveaway Enter the Bookstagram Giveaway to win one of three digital copies of Revenge, the first book in the series! Welcome to the Gay Book Promotions book blast for the Kindle 99c countdown deal for the contemporary M/M romance Thinking It Over by Becca Seymor! The deal runs from June 8th to June 14th, click here to get your copy: Thinking It Over 99 c When a young teacher connects with the principal of his school, work and ex issues, the possibility of happiness and a chocolate Labrador called Penny means they have a lot to think over. Blurb Newly appointed teacher, Jasper Taylor, can’t believe his luck. After a year, he's found a job with the possibility of a permanent contract, which finally allows him to put his teaching degree to good use. After meeting the silver-haired principal of the school, Jasper discovers his new position offers an additional temptation. He knows he should retreat, but who said avoiding attraction was easy, especially when the man he's crushing on seems too good to be true? Well-respected and focused on his career, Austin Harrison is at the top of his game. He’s turned a struggling school around, has finally put up boundaries with his demanding ex, and may just have secured full custody of his chocolate Lab, Penny. The appointment of the new English teacher, Jasper, threatens to unsettle the stability he’s been working towards. Austin’s attraction is immediate, heady, and oh so complicated. But does complicated mean he has to walk away? Excerpt The past week had been a challenge. Not only was the honeymoon period over with a couple of my classes, which meant they were pushing me to see just how much it would take for me to crack, but the uncertainty between Austin and me left a bad taste in my mouth. Feeling ill at ease was never pleasant. Add in that we hadn’t managed more than a handful of text messages, and it made everything feel so much more difficult. But then he’d kissed me. When his own concern had stared right back at me, the turmoil making life so unpleasant had immediately eased. Not quite disappeared, as a conversation between the two of us was overdue, but as I pulled up outside his home, excitement tumbled through me. The previous weekend away had been incredible, close to perfect even. It was only the appearance of his high-maintenance ex that had abruptly put an end to the bubble of happiness. A sweet grin lit Austin’s features when he opened my car door, having arrived a few seconds before me. “And who said chivalry was dead?” I said when I exited. “Thank you.” Sweet gestures were a surefire way of making me swoon, and from the softness in his gaze changing to heat, I figured he knew as much. “My pleasure.” He reached out and took my hand, the connection pleasant and reassuring. “Be warned, Penny may pounce when she sees you.” I laughed. “Is that right?” “She’s been pining.” I side-eyed him. “After three weeks of knowing me, I would imagine that’s a vast exaggeration.” He shook his head and stopped, angling to stand before me, hand still clasping my own. “Sometimes all it takes is one meeting to know there’s a connection. Add in the next handful of times, and when you’re left smiling, your heart hammering in your chest, already counting down the time until you’ll see that person again, pining is a given.” Swallowing to clear the dryness in my throat, I fought hard to maintain my composure. “Penny does smile a lot with her eyes.” The words came out breathily, not as flippant or even as jovial as I’d intended. But, in all fairness, beyond slamming my mouth to his, I was unsure how else to respond to his sweet words. He nodded, his eyes searching mine. “She’s lucky that you came back,” he settled on. While my heart flipped, my lips quirked. “I’m lucky that you’ve reminded me how good and right it feels to be here.” About the Author
Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.
Connect with Becca Seymour Linktr.ee Get your own copy of Thinking It Over for only 99c Amazon US • Amazon UK • Add on Goodreads Happy Book Birthday to Eight Weeks in Paris by S.R. Lane! I’m so happy and honored to be a part of the Carina Adores Bookstagram Tour celebrating this absolutely wonderful, sweet and heartwrenching gay romance! Eight Weeks in Paris by S.R. Lane is available in trade paperback and eBook on June 7th! BREAKING: Lost novel of Bell Epoque Paris, The Throne, comes to the silver screen with an A-list cast. But will on-set drama doom the filming of this gay love story before it starts? Nicholas Madden is one of the best actors of his generation. His personal life is consistently a shambles, but he'll always have his art—and The Throne is going to be his legacy. Then his costar walks off the runway and into rehearsal. The role of a lifetime is about to be sunk by a total amateur. Chris Lavalle is out, gorgeous and totally green. He has thousands of Instagram followers, a string of gorgeous exes and more ad campaigns to his name than one can count. But he’s more than just a pretty face, and The Throne is his chance to prove it. If only Nicholas wasn’t a belligerent jerk with a chip on his shoulder and a face carved by the gods. Eight weeks of filming, eight weeks of 24/7 togetherness bring Nicholas and Chris closer than the producers had dared to dream. Chemistry? So very much not a problem. But as The Throne gets set to wrap and real life comes calling, they’ll have to rewrite the ending of another love story: their own. I absolutely loved this book! Surprisingly much actually! It had the same kind of vibes as The Charm Offensive, wonderful characters to root for, a slow burn romance (which is my favorite) and so much angst and pining! Extra plus for the ending that avoided the usual clichés and any potential cheesiness.
Read my full review here: Eight Weeks in Paris by S.R. Lane About the Author S.R. Lane lives in Paris, where she alternates between teaching high school English and strolling from bookstore to bookstore, looking for more books to add to her already-towering shelves. After studying Shakespeare, gender, and sexuality at the Sorbonne, she fell in love with romance and romance scholarship. She is especially drawn to queer love stories, messy characters with a sense of agency, a strong setting, and a truly deserved HEA. Buy Eight Weeks in Paris Harlequin • Amazon Add on Goodreads Welcome to the Gay Book Promotions book blast for this beach read that will melt the hearts of all ice queens! Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for chance to win one of three paperback copies of The Fire Island Ice Queen by B.J. Irons! “A Fire Island beach read that will melt the hearts of all ice queens” Blurb College law student, Connor, is a bit pretentious, high-strung and what some might describe as being cold as ice. After catching his boyfriend cheating on him and then being dumped, Connor decides to take his best friend Byron up on his offer for a summer gaycation experience to Fire Island. While at Fire Island, Connor reevaluates his identity and goes through a deep soul searching experience to truly understand himself. While on vacation, he befriends a stranger named Lawrence, who encourages Connor to open up more and become lively. Lawrence proposes that Connor completes a series of wild, fun tasks, which he dubs as the Fire Island Ice Queen Challenge to get Connor to come out of his shell more. Will this frivolous and boisterous vacation at Fire Island be enough to melt the heart of this Ice Queen? Excerpt Chapter 1 “Ewwwww!” I exclaimed, noticing the skinny, shirtless guy dancing on the box out of the corner of my eye. He had two older men standing below holding dollar bills up at him. Pathetic! The whole scene gave me an unsettling feeling in my stomach. The boy reeked of desperation for attention and the old men reeked of desperation for the pale and frail twink. I was expecting to see his skin glisten like diamonds when the strobe lights moved on top of him. He was decidedly vampiric-looking, but lacked the hot features of Edward Cullen. I rolled my eyes and diverted my focus back to my boyfriend, Derrick, who was beside me at the bar, ordering us another round of drinks. “What are you ewww-ing about now?” he asked. “Just that dirty ginger up on the box.” I pointed in the direction of him, now bending over on the box, getting the money tucked into his waistband by the two tragic geriatrics. “Ugh! Why do you care about him anyway, Connor?” Derrick questioned me with a vexed tone in his voice. He was right. I did care too much about how other people behaved, dressed, acted, etc. I was a very judgmental person and I could recognize that in myself. However, I wouldn’t dare to let other people think that of me. As much as I cared about how others presented themselves, I cared even more about how I looked and how I was judged. I went to the gym every day, made sure I was the top student in all of my college classes, and wanted everyone to know that I was beyond mature for my age. I wouldn’t have them think any less of me. But, I’d be out of my mind to admit this to my boyfriend. “I don’t really care about him at all. It’s just an observation,” I confessed. Derrick handed me my drink that the bartender gave him. “Yeah. But just let him be. He’s a young guy just trying to have fun. Clearly, he doesn’t care what other people think of him. If anything, you’re giving him the attention he wants by even making thatcomment.” My boyfriend had a point here. I was giving him more attention than I should. And now, by having this conversation with Derrick, I was donating way too much of my time and energy in talking about him. Derrick then reached for my empty hand. “Do you want to dance?” I shook my head, recoiling from him. “Nah. I’m good. You can go ahead. I’ll chill out here at the bar for a bit. I wouldn’t be caught dead dancing out there.” He simply shrugged and chugged his drink before turning around to head out to the dance floor. I decided to take the now empty seat at the bar he left open. I glanced down at my phone and began scrolling through a few social media posts. This place was getting boring. Yawning, I checked the time to realize it wasn’t even midnight yet. What a snooze-fest tonight had turned out to be. Our usual friends had other plans and couldn’t make it out tonight, which left Derrick and me stuck alone with ourselves. I turned back around to try and pinpoint his location on the crowded dance floor, but had no luck. I let out a heavy sigh, tapping my right leg up and down on the foot of the barstool. I had to really take a piss, and couldn’t hold it in much longer. But, at the same time, I didn’t want Derrick to come back and think I had disappeared. However, I would only be gone for a minute or so. Oh well. I stood up and walked across the dance floor towards the bathroom. “Nice ass!” I heard a man behind me say as he grabbed my butt as I scooted by him. Dirty fucker! He was lucky I had to use the bathroom so badly. Otherwise, I would have turned back around and made a whole scene in front of everyone. I pushed my way through the random guys chilling in the hallway leading to the bathroom, who were either gossiping or making out with one another. I opened the bathroom door and saw that the four urinals were occupied. One of the two stalls had the door halfway open, so I slightly kicked it to make sure no one was in there before I claimed it. Locking the door behind me, I dropped my pants and released myself, letting out a light sigh of relief. I glanced down at the floor and could see a rather large shadow coming from the next stall over. There was definitely more than one person there. I could then hear a few wet and sloppy kiss-like noises coming from next door as well. Like seriously!? Get a fucking room! I flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall, shaking my head in disdain. Moving towards the sink, I checked myself out in the mirror as I proceeded to wash my hands. I rubbed my hand through my hair, making sure it was swept back nicely. My mouth gaped open at what I saw next. The door to the stall that was next to mine opened and the two guys emerged from it. The first was some random, cute guy who had a similarly toned body to me, except he had bright bleach blonde hair. Then, behind him, was Derrick. Derrick was with that stranger in the stall!? What the fuck!? I immediately turned around to face them both. “Derrick! What the fuck!? Are you shitting me right now!?” I yelled.
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