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Book Title: Why I Left You
Author: Colette Davison
Publisher: Smudged Ink Press
Cover Artist: Charlotte L R Kane
Genre/s: gay contemporary romance
Length: 72,000 words/234 pages
Release Date: November 7, 2017
Blurb
Jamie is struggling with university, money and depression. The last thing he needs is for Brett—the guy who left him four years ago—to walk back into his life. Yet it could be just what he needs.
Ever since Jamie left him, Brett has been running away from commitment. But when he meets Jamie again, he’s forced to re-examine every aspect of his life.
Brett and Jamie are drawn back together by an undeniable spark, but unless they can come to terms with the past, their relationship won’t survive the present.
**Contains explicit language and scenes**
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Holy shit. Jamie was kissing him. Brett’s head told him to back off and walk away, but his body remembered those lips and how much he’d once enjoyed having them pressed against his own. His body wanted to lean into the kiss and respond with four years’ worth of regret. For a few precious moments, he let himself give in to desire. His heart hammered against his ribs, desperate to escape his body and reclaim what it had lost. His fingers tingled as he wrapped an arm around Jamie’s shoulders and held him tightly, his thumb making small circles on Jamie’s shirt.
Then his brain kicked into gear again. What the fuck was he doing? This was the guy who had ripped his heart out in the worst possible way. Besides, Jamie was clearly at least half-gone. What they were doing was a mistake at best.
He pulled away, breathing heavily as he stared at Jamie, whose pupils were blown wide.
“You’re drunk,” Brett said in the most matter-of-fact tone he could manage.
Jamie curled his upper lip and turned away, shaking his head. It was dumb for Brett to follow him, but he did it anyway. They’d been best friends long before they’d realised they were attracted to each other. Brett had always looked out for Jamie, back when they’d lived next door to each other. Those instincts kicked in.
“Let me walk you home.”
Jamie stopped and rounded on him, fists clenched, teeth gritted. “Don’t pretend you give a shit.”
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 fairy tale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
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Title: Short Order
Series: Foothills Pride #8
Author: Pat Henshaw
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: December 13, 2017
Price: $3.99/£2.99
Format: eBook
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance
Cover Design: AngstyG
Length: 28,400 words/89 pages
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Blurb
When recent horticulture graduate Dr. Fenton Miller arrives in Stone Acres, California, he thinks his only concern is which job offer to accept after spending the holidays working at his cousin’s plant nursery. But after he rents a room from another shorter-than-average man, sous-chef John Barton, Fen falls in lust.
While he’s attracted to Fen, John’s got bigger concerns when two men from his past arrive in town and pressure him to return to San Francisco. Although John tries to stop Fen from getting involved, Fen realizes his lover is in trouble and is determined to protect him.
As the holidays get closer and Fen makes his own enemy, the joy of the season gets lost in the ill will around them. To ensure love triumphs, Fen and John must stand tall to show that short, dark, and handsome is a recipe for love.
Excerpt
That night I stood freezing at Barton’s door, admiring Blue Cottage. The snow drifts piled on the lawn made the house look greeting-card perfect. I searched for a doorbell. Instead, a lion-headed knocker snarled at me. I grinned. Every house needed an intimidating guardian, right?
A man who looked about my age and height opened the door and slipped out, shutting it behind him. I was curious to see inside, but I got that the guy wanted his privacy. No problem.
“Hi. I’m Fen.”
He looked me over, then turned to the left along the shoveled porch. As he walked, he played with the keyring, bouncing a key in his hand. Did I make him nervous? If so, was that a good thing?
“This way.”
Okay. I took a breath and followed his pert ass and brisk steps as we rounded the porch to a steep staircase. From my brief glance at his face, he seemed okay. I was still slightly put off by his brusque manner. But hey, I reminded myself, I was renting from him, not fucking him.
In silence I followed him up to a small porch and a solid-looking back door, which he opened after only a little fumbling.
I was greeted by the stuffy, closed-up odor of a place long left undisturbed.
“You’d be my first renter. It’s furnished, but I can store anything you don’t want.” He made quick eye contact with me. The words erupted from him like I made him uncomfortable or something. Maybe it was my piercing and the tattoo, or maybe the hair color. I tried a smile, but he blushed and turned away, gesturing to the rooms.
Even though the air inside was chilly, I looked around and fell even more in love than I had when I’d first seen the house. The 1940s era furniture and knickknacks turned what could have been sterile rooms into my kind of home. I exhaled, letting the ambience settle in my soul as I wandered through a country kitchen, tiny dining room, sitting room, two bedrooms, and a classic bathroom, ending eventually at a circular tower room. I fell even deeper in love along the way as I touched the scratched kitchen table, a velveteen-covered parlor settee, a solid-looking four-poster bed, and the needlepoint-cushioned window seat in the tower.
If I were Barton, I’d charge thousands a month for this place. I prayed he wasn’t me and was relieved when my prayers were answered.
“You want to keep the furniture?” He still didn’t look at me as he bent over the kitchen table to fill out the rental agreement. Who needed him staring? I could live with letting his voice pour over me and seeing his kissable lips.
“I can’t imagine living here without all of it.” Or maybe even you, I thought, eyeing his pert butt wiggling at me as he wrote.
He stopped, stood, and eyed me for a few seconds before bending and going back to writing. I hadn’t said that about his butt out loud, had I?
As I was daydreaming about his ass and the scarred table, he stopped writing, looked over the form, and finally twisted it toward me. “Sign here, initial here, and date it. Then I need your rent for the month.”
I was signing before he changed his mind. The rent was ridiculously cheap. “No deposit?” There had to be a catch, right?
“No.”
I glanced up. He was gazing down at the table, or maybe at my hands. Or my groin? I signed as fast as I could and wrote a check to John Barton, the name on the rental agreement. So he had a first name, and we had a deal.
I drove back to my cousin’s house whistling. Within an hour, and with Beth and Kate’s help, I was moved in. Having only clothes and electronics made the move a one-trip job. Then I went food shopping for breakfast stuff and frozen dinners. We all celebrated by eating a late dinner outside town at a diner called the Rock Bottom Cafe. Renting a place with a wonderful kitchen hadn’t automatically taught me to cook.
Even with an enigma for a landlord, my life was perfect.
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Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.
Pat was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube.
Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion. Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.
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Book Title: In Pain and Blood (Spellster Series Book 1)
Author: Aldrea Alien
Publisher: Thardrandian Publications
Cover Artist: Aldrea Alien
Genre/s: Epic Fantasy M/M Romance
Length: 309000 words/740 pages
It’s a standalone story and first in a series of standalones.
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Blurb
It wasn’t meant to be like this.
Dylan’s life in the spellster tower has everything he should want: magical knowledge, safety from the King’s Hounds and frequent clandestine affairs with women. All at the cost of his freedom. So when the chance to leave the tower—even as a leashed weapon for the King’s Army—arises, he seizes it.
When his first scouting mission goes awry, Dylan is left alone in a hostile world with the tower a distant beacon of safety. Only the flirtatious Tracker, an elven man whose very presence awakens Dylan’s long-repressed desire, can help him return to his old life before the crown discovers his unleashed status.
But the risk of being branded a deserter may be the least of his concerns as whispers of an armed presence in the North threatens his home. Dylan must rely on Tracker to protect him even as everything he thought he knew begins to unravel around them.
Excerpt
The dagger was the first thing he saw. Curved and sharp. In the lantern-light peeking out from the street, the blade bore an insidious purple sheen.
Barely daring to breathe, he followed the blade down to the bronze hand and onwards to the elven man glaring up at him. “If you’re after money. I have none.”
The elf’s sharp eyes, in a shade that reminded Dylan of rich honey, narrowed. “Money?” The man sneered. “My dear spellster, do I look like I need your paltry coin?” He spoke with the vaguely similar smooth accent of his old roommate, Sulin. The words tumbled off his tongue much like rock down a hill, catching occasionally on a soft trill or hiss. Only those from Wintervale spoke in such a way.
“I don’t—” The man knew he was a spellster? That could become problematic if he also knew of a hound in the area. Dylan lifted his hands, careful to ensure his palms remained facing away from the elf. As well as sharing a similarity in accents as his old roommate, the man was quite tall for an elf. Not quite as much as Sulin, but the top of the man’s head easily reached the base of Dylan’s neck. “Look, I really don’t want to hurt you.”
The dagger flashed up with barely a twitch from the elf, the flat of the blade tapping Dylan on the lips. “No more talking. I have been looking all over this village for the spellster everyone says is here and now I have you.” The point returned to his throat. “Now lower your hands. I am sure it has occurred to you that attacking me will do you no good. You would be dead well before I.”
His gaze dropped to take in the man’s armour. Hard to tell in the watery light, but it looked well-made and leather. Not a common thief, then. A mercenary, perhaps? Something about the style nagged at him. He’d seen it before, as far back as the tower. Not on the guardians, but— The hound. Fetcher might have been human and a woman, but she’d worn the exact same armour. “You’re a hound,” he breathed, amazed he could say a word when it felt like his heart had relocated to his throat.
The man’s full lips twisted into a humourless smile. “How very astute of you. At least you are not entirely without your wits.”
“You have to help me.” Was it not a hound’s job to bring spellsters to the tower? Just like they’d done with Sulin and Launtil and countless others who’d been born outside the walls. And this elf would know the quickest route. “I need to get back to the tower.”
“So you admit you left.”
“Well, yes, but I was—” The minute change in the blade’s pressure against his throat stilled his tongue. The hounds will hunt you. His guardian’s words echoed in his ears. Safe in the tower, safe with a neck banded in metal, but venture outside without being leashed? Practically a death sentence. Any spellster rumoured to have fled the tower weren’t heard from again.
“The crown does not exactly take kindly to runaways.”
About the Author
Mother. Animal Lover. Vampire. Fangirl.
Aldrea Alien is a New Zealand author of romantic speculative fiction of varying heat levels. She grew up on a small farm out the back blocks of a place known as Wainuiomata alongside a menagerie of animals, who are all convinced they’re just as human as the next person (especially the cats). She spent a great deal of her childhood riding horses, whilst the rest of her time was consumed with reading every fantasy book she could get her hands on and concocting ideas about a little planet known as Thardrandia. This would prove to be the start of The Rogue King Saga as, come her twelfth year, she discovered there was a book inside her.
Aldrea now lives in Upper Hutt, on yet another small farm with a less hectic, but still egotistical, group of animals (cats will be cats). She self-published the first of The Rogue King Saga in 2014. One thing she hasn’t yet found is an off switch to give her an ounce of peace from the characters plaguing her mind, a list that grows bigger every year with all of them clamouring for her to tell their story first. It’s a lot of people for one head.
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Title: Short Order
Series: Foothills Pride #8
Author: Pat Henshaw
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: December 13, 2017
Price: $3.99
Format: eBook
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance
Cover Design: AngstyG
Length: 28,400 words/89 pages
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Blurb
When recent horticulture graduate Dr. Fenton Miller arrives in Stone Acres, California, he thinks his only concern is which job offer to accept after spending the holidays working at his cousin’s plant nursery. But after he rents a room from another shorter-than-average man, sous-chef John Barton, Fen falls in lust.
While he’s attracted to Fen, John’s got bigger concerns when two men from his past arrive in town and pressure him to return to San Francisco. Although John tries to stop Fen from getting involved, Fen realizes his lover is in trouble and is determined to protect him.
As the holidays get closer and Fen makes his own enemy, the joy of the season gets lost in the ill will around them. To ensure love triumphs, Fen and John must stand tall to show that short, dark, and handsome is a recipe for love.
Excerpt
That night I stood freezing at Barton’s door, admiring Blue Cottage. The snow drifts piled on the lawn made the house look greeting-card perfect. I searched for a doorbell. Instead, a lion-headed knocker snarled at me. I grinned. Every house needed an intimidating guardian, right?
A man who looked about my age and height opened the door and slipped out, shutting it behind him. I was curious to see inside, but I got that the guy wanted his privacy. No problem.
“Hi. I’m Fen.”
He looked me over, then turned to the left along the shoveled porch. As he walked, he played with the keyring, bouncing a key in his hand. Did I make him nervous? If so, was that a good thing?
“This way.”
Okay. I took a breath and followed his pert ass and brisk steps as we rounded the porch to a steep staircase. From my brief glance at his face, he seemed okay. I was still slightly put off by his brusque manner. But hey, I reminded myself, I was renting from him, not fucking him.
In silence I followed him up to a small porch and a solid-looking back door, which he opened after only a little fumbling.
I was greeted by the stuffy, closed-up odor of a place long left undisturbed.
“You’d be my first renter. It’s furnished, but I can store anything you don’t want.” He made quick eye contact with me. The words erupted from him like I made him uncomfortable or something. Maybe it was my piercing and the tattoo, or maybe the hair color. I tried a smile, but he blushed and turned away, gesturing to the rooms.
Even though the air inside was chilly, I looked around and fell even more in love than I had when I’d first seen the house. The 1940s era furniture and knickknacks turned what could have been sterile rooms into my kind of home. I exhaled, letting the ambience settle in my soul as I wandered through a country kitchen, tiny dining room, sitting room, two bedrooms, and a classic bathroom, ending eventually at a circular tower room. I fell even deeper in love along the way as I touched the scratched kitchen table, a velveteen-covered parlor settee, a solid-looking four-poster bed, and the needlepoint-cushioned window seat in the tower.
If I were Barton, I’d charge thousands a month for this place. I prayed he wasn’t me and was relieved when my prayers were answered.
“You want to keep the furniture?” He still didn’t look at me as he bent over the kitchen table to fill out the rental agreement. Who needed him staring? I could live with letting his voice pour over me and seeing his kissable lips.
“I can’t imagine living here without all of it.” Or maybe even you, I thought, eyeing his pert butt wiggling at me as he wrote.
He stopped, stood, and eyed me for a few seconds before bending and going back to writing. I hadn’t said that about his butt out loud, had I?
As I was daydreaming about his ass and the scarred table, he stopped writing, looked over the form, and finally twisted it toward me. “Sign here, initial here, and date it. Then I need your rent for the month.”
I was signing before he changed his mind. The rent was ridiculously cheap. “No deposit?” There had to be a catch, right?
“No.”
I glanced up. He was gazing down at the table, or maybe at my hands. Or my groin? I signed as fast as I could and wrote a check to John Barton, the name on the rental agreement. So he had a first name, and we had a deal.
I drove back to my cousin’s house whistling. Within an hour, and with Beth and Kate’s help, I was moved in. Having only clothes and electronics made the move a one-trip job. Then I went food shopping for breakfast stuff and frozen dinners. We all celebrated by eating a late dinner outside town at a diner called the Rock Bottom Cafe. Renting a place with a wonderful kitchen hadn’t automatically taught me to cook.
Even with an enigma for a landlord, my life was perfect.
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Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.
Pat was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube.
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Book Title: Ghoulish
Author: Kat Bellamy
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Self-made
Length: 332 pages
Release Date: October 22, 2017
Genre/s: Urban Fantasy, Romantic Fantasy, MM fiction
There is an HFN ending, but the book is the first in a continuing series.
The next book will be available for review January, 2018.
Blurb
Colt Jager never knew what happened to the parents who abandoned him, and he never cared–until he inherited their ghoulish secret.
Raised as a human who had no idea he was anything but a blue-collar construction worker until the night of his 25th birthday, Colt finds it hard to adjust to life in the Kinship, a hidden world woven discreetly into human society.
After a grisly encounter with his true nature, Colt meets a family of human-friendly ghouls who teach him that there’s a way to be inhuman without being inhumane. But things get complicated when he realizes that the “wolf attack” responsible for killing his boyfriend’s brother was actually committed by a ghoul on the hunt.
When an elite family of especially monstrous ghouls called Alphas threatens the man he loves, Colt will have to lie to Jason to keep him safe. Can a predator ever truly be a hero, or will the man he loves become his prey?
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Excerpt
“You could help people lots of ways. I just don’t see why you have to pick the one that could get you killed.”
“I’ll be pushing papers for the DA, not infiltrating a crystal meth ring,” Jason shot back.
The argument had been brewing for some time, and Colt knew that he didn’t stand a shot at winning now that they’d finally gotten around to it, but he could hardly take the news that his boyfriend had just signed up for the most dangerous job in the city sitting down.
“And what happens if some psycho gets pissed at your boss for putting him in jail and you get caught in the crossfire?”
“Then I’ll have a hard time holding water.”
“I’m glad you find this so funny.”
“Colt,” Jason pleaded, taking Colt’s face in his hands. “It was a joke.”
“I guess I just don’t find the very real possibility of losing you all that funny.”
Jason’s face fell. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “But I can’t give up on my dream. Not even for you.”
Colt clenched his jaw. “Why is this so important to you? Why does it have to be this field?”
Jason settled back against the couch with a heavy sigh. “You remember how it was when Luca was killed. We all spent months reeling, grasping for something to make sense of what happened. I’d listen to my dad reaming out Fish and Wildlife reps for hours on end, demanding reports and explanations for how a lone wolf in an area where there wasn’t supposed to be anything other than coyotes and fisher cats just showed up and killed his son. It made no sense, and we desperately needed it to, even though we knew logic wouldn’t bring him back. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized there are some things in this world you just can’t make sense of. Things that you can’t explain no matter how hard you try, and even if you could, it wouldn’t change anything. But there are tragedies that can be explained, and there are families out there who suffer needlessly until someone finds the answers. I want to be one of the people who finds those answers, Colt. I don’t want anyone else to feel the way my family did if it can be helped.”
Colt’s stomach churned as Jason spoke. The conviction in Jason’s voice alone was enough to soften his anger, but more than that, it was the doubt it caused in Colt that unsettled him.
What if it hadn’t been a wolf that attacked Luca, after all? Colt had never questioned the official narrative as a preteen, but knowing what he knew now as an adult, “animal attack” rang as nothing more than a callous euphemism. If one of his own kind had killed Luca, keeping this secret about his own identity was more than just a lie. It was a betrayal.
“Please tell me you understand,” Jason said, searching Colt’s face.
“I do.” Colt cleared his throat. “I’m not gonna pretend like I’m happy about it, but I get it. If this is what you want, I won’t try to stop you, but I am going to ask you to be careful.”
Jason smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “And that’s where you’re different from my family.”
“I would hope I’m different in a few more ways than that,” Colt teased, pushing Jason back against the sofa.
Jason laughed. “Well, kissing you is a lot more fun than kissing great-aunt Gertrude. Less stubble.”
Colt shuddered. “You know how to paint a picture.”
“I could paint a better one if you come camping with me,” Jason purred, winding a strand of Colt’s hair around his finger. “Please?”
Colt sighed. “How am I supposed to say no to that?”
“You’re not,” Jason whispered against his lips.
Colt moaned as Jason’s knee slipped between his thighs and the friction of their jeans made his grinding pure torture. Colt reached underneath Jason’s shirt, tracing the lines of his abs down to the sharp cut of his hips. His hand drifted lower just as the phone on the coffee table buzzed.
“Ignore it,” Colt murmured, capturing Jason’s lips. The phone kept buzzing.
“They’re not giving up,” Jason gasped, breaking the kiss. “Maybe you should answer it.”
“Fuck whoever it is.”
“What if it’s the secret girlfriend you’ve been running off with lately?” Jason asked in a teasing tone. Colt could tell there was a hint of genuine suspicion in it.
“Fuck her, too.”
Jason gave his shoulder a playful shove and reached for the phone. “Hello?” His face went blank and Colt sat up sharply. How he hated technology. “No, sorry. I’ll put him on.” He pushed his finger against the speaker and whispered, “It’s the Sheriff.”
Colt winced, taking the phone. “Sorry. I should take this.”
Jason’s eyes were full of questions, but he said nothing as Colt stood and crossed the room, pressing the phone to his ear. “Sheriff Venson. Hi. What can I do for you?”
“I assume that was the mysterious boyfriend Susan’s always speaking of,” Roland said in a dry tone. “Does he know?”
“Not at all, sir. Did you need me to answer any more questions about Chuck?”
That seemed to satisfy Jason’s curiosity, or at least convince him to pretend like he was interested in his own phone.
Roland chuckled. “A word of advice. If you care about him, keep it that way.”
“That’s what I was planning on.”
“I won’t keep you. Just wanted to check in and make sure Wilbur hasn’t tried contacting you again.”
“No, I haven’t heard anything but I’ll let you know if he calls.”
“Good man, Colt. Keep your head down,” the Sheriff said before hanging up.
“That was about Chuck?” Jason asked, leaning over the back of the couch.
“Just a few follow-up questions.”
“Follow-up?” Jason frowned. “They questioned you about Chuck’s death?”
Shit. “Uh, yeah. It was routine.”
“For an animal attack?”
Colt could see the wheels turning in Jason’s head and knew he needed to stop the investigation train before it ran off the tracks. “Yeah. I guess his wife is insisting on it. Can’t bring herself to accept what happened,” he said, cringing internally. He felt like scum before the words were even out of his mouth.
“Poor thing,” Jason said sadly.
“Yeah. So,” Colt said, clearing his throat. “Where were we?”
“I was trying to convince you to go with me on that camping trip.”
“If your mind’s made up, so is mine,” Colt said with a shrug. “I’m not letting you go out there alone.”
Jason scowled, but there was more amusement in his gaze than irritation. “I’m not sure I like the new caveman Colt.”
“Get used to it, he’s not goin’ anywhere,” Colt half-teased, leaning over the couch to kiss Jason. “Especially not if you’re working for the DA.”
“I haven’t even gotten the internship yet.”
“Oh, you’ll get it. You get everything you want.”
Jason grinned. “That’s very true. As a matter of fact, there’s something I want you to give me right now.”
It just so happened to be something Colt was more than willing to give.
About the Author
Kat Bellamy is a nonbinary author of MM fiction and urban fantasy. Ghoulish is their debut series. When they’re not writing, they spend their time watching bad horror movies and losing board games.
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Book Title: Journey to Gaytopia
Author: Joel Craig
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Cover Artist: Joel Craig
Genre/s: LGBTQ graphic novel, science fiction graphic novel
Length: 64 pages
Target Audience: Young Adult and adult LGBTQ
Release Date: December 1, 2017
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Broke actors Joel Craig and Stephen Foster have just had the break of a lifetime, series regular roles on The Julianne Moore and Madonna Half Hour Comedy Show. But during the filming of the show Madonna is kidnapped by Mae Dunaway, the evil twin sister of Faye Dunaway, and whisked away into a science fiction alternate parallel universe. Joel and Stephen are in hot pursuit in efforts to rescue Madonna from the evil clutches of Mae and get help from some new friends along the way in the city of Gaytopia. Will Stephen and Joel rescue Madonna? Find out in this graphic novel that will put you on the edge of your seats and leave you wanting more.
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JOEL CRAIG is a nurse by day but actor and writer by night and lives with his musician husband, Donovan Holden. They have been married twice with the second time finally being legal. In addition to Journey to Gaytopia, Joel has also written Welcome To Nursing HELLo, a Graphic Memoir. Joel is also an actor, having appeared in the films, Sideshow and Sordid Lives as well as the web series, What’s My Intention?
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Title: RAVEN (#2 Elsewhere series)
Author: HJ Perry
Publisher: LoveLight Press
Release Date: December 6, 2017
Genre/s: Gay Fantasy/Paranormal Shifter Romance
Length: approx. 40k words.
Raven is a hot and steamy gay fantasy with a guaranteed Happy Ever After and no cheating.
It is book two in the new Elsewhere series featuring powerful men who are not of this world.
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There’s more to life than books.
Antisocial bookworm Caspian hopes to reconnect with nature and find his inner child when he takes on the task of exploring the woods around Beaumont. Or at least he’ll find a new place to curl up with his eReader.
There are birds.
After rescuing an injured bird who miraculously heals within minutes, at night Caspian has vivid and erotic dreams, which he doesn’t want to wake up from.
And there’s the Prince of Ravens.
Birds haunt him in the daytime, and a particular man haunts his dreams. The connection is far greater than Caspian can imagine…
Mate, and it’s for life.
From another world, the Raven Prince can take bird or human form, but he takes only one lover. As a human of our land, it’s difficult for Caspian to grasp that soulmates bond for life.
Excerpt 2
A shrill squawk distracted Caspian’s attention from the trail mix he’d just opened. Instinctively, he turned toward the sound but, of course, could see nothing but dense woodland.
Enjoying the natural beauty of the forest, he’d decided to sit for a moment on a moss-covered mound surrounded by ancient gnarled trees, twisted into spooky shapes. It was his second day housesitting for Dr. Kilpatrick, and his second trip into the forest. He hadn’t walked far from the house when he’d stumbled on the beautiful spot.
For a second, he entertained the idea of curling up on the velvety-soft moss in the clearing and relaxing in the dappled sunlight, which broke through the canopy overhead. He might even pull out a book to read, having about a thousand titles in his backpack.
He went nowhere without his eReader.
Under the cool cover of the trees, Caspian appreciated the relief from the powerful sunlight that would burn his skin if he sat out for an hour. Sunlight so bright, it would reflect harshly off the paper pages of real books. Mostly, he simply liked the slightly cooler temperature within the forest, especially as he hadn’t yet got the air conditioning installed in the upstairs bedroom windows. Last night had been too hot for words. He could take a nap right here.
The urge to curl up with a thousand books didn’t last for long, though.
He’d sat a mere matter of minutes before hearing the noise. The continued squawking disturbed the peaceful beauty. It grew bolder and louder, and seemed near, although he couldn’t tell for sure.
As a townie by background, Caspian was unused to how sounds traveled through the trees. He didn’t need a rural upbringing, though, to recognize the sound of not one but several birds becoming more frantic. Urban-bred city boy he may be, but when he was much younger, Caspian had been an enthusiastic ornithologist. Getting out of town, into the parks and open spaces to watch birds whenever he could, was once a hobby he’d loved. Although, that had been ten years ago or more, and so his factual recall on all things bird related was undoubtedly a little rusty.
His interest in bird watching waned in his teenage years when school studies became more intense. And there were many other extracurricular distractions through the puberty years, from video games to pop music to boys.
Curious about what was making the din, Caspian closed the bag of trail mix and set out to investigate the noise that he couldn’t ignore.
He picked his way slowly and carefully through the trees, hoping not to disturb whatever was going on. He was certainly no expert, yet he sensed that such a continued ruckus in the forest wasn’t normal. The hum of cicadas and the chirp of songbirds? Sure. But this noise wasn’t birdsong. Something out there distressed the birds.
Caspian followed the commotion, and before long, he wandered into a tiny clearing. At the bank of one of the still ponds clustered a congress of ravens. Corvids, as he’d suspected, by the sounds of them. Good to know he hadn’t forgotten everything about birds. Though he hadn’t tapped into that knowledge for more than a decade, his recall may not have been so rusty as he’d thought.
There had to be at least fifteen or twenty ravens, at a quick guess. With black feathers ruffled and reflecting the sunlight, they hopped, skipped, and squawked at the water’s edge, distressed about something. There were so many of them, Caspian couldn’t get a read on the cause of their concern.
Cautiously, he approached.
The water of the pond glimmered in the sunlight, its surface disturbed now and then by the passage of water striders. Tall grass grew along one side of the bank. If it weren’t for the unholy raucous of the ravens, it would be a perfectly peaceful place to relax. The forest seemed full of such magical spots.
The ravens soon noticed him. They all turned and stared at him, their dark eyes severe.
He knew them as carrion birds. Even if he didn’t know the mythology surrounding them as bad omens associated with death, the very look of them brought all of those things to mind. With sharp beaks and brutally curved claws, they appeared menacing.
One rose up and batted its wings in front; its squawking grew shrill.
Calmingly or defensively, or perhaps intending both, Caspian raised his hands with palms outward and took a step back. “Whoa, it’s okay.” He swallowed hard. “Sorry. If you want me to, I’ll just…you know, just leave.”
The nearest ravens hopped toward him, feathers puffed and beaks closed.
As they moved away from the group, Caspian was able to get a glimpse of what lay at the heart of the kerfuffle.
A fallen raven lay on the bank of the pond. One of its wings went out at an unnatural angle; the other lay spread out so the tip dipped into the water.
Caspian frowned. He had no idea if the ravens had done that to the injured bird or if the injuries were unrelated, but either way, it was in bad shape. Birds with broken wings were quickly eaten by predators or died from starvation. If he walked away now, the bird on the bank of the pond would die.
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HJ Perry is a 49 years old mother of three school aged children. They live by the English seaside and from her hometown she can see France. Helen loves reading. If it were possible, she’d do nothing else. She reads science fiction, fantasy, young adult, all types of LGBT fiction, and, of course, gay romance. Aside from reading she likes walking and watching films, most often science fiction or thrillers.
HJP has written many books about men falling in love in England where, for the most part, LGBT people are treated with the same respect as anyone else. Having worked in the construction industry for years in real life, she has written many fictional characters working in similar macho, male dominated environments.
Despite reading American books and watching American shows, writing American characters has been a huge challenge for her. With a lot of help, Rescued from Paradise is her first novel featuring Americans and set in the US.
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Title: His Taken Omega (Mountain Shifters #11)
Author: L.C. Davis
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Wolf Conan
Release Date: December 3, 2017
Length: 70 000 words/260 pages
Genre/s: M/M shifter Mpreg romance
His Taken Omega is a standalone story within the Mountain Shifter universe.
Nicholas wants nothing to do with omegas, and Avery has already signed a contract binding him to another Alpha. Fate has other plans for them both.
As the omega spokesman for the infamous Futurus Initiative, Avery Callahan is a controversial figure who’s used to being envied, occasionally despised and always the center of attention. His kidnapping at the hands of the twisted omega at the helm of the radical anti-Futurus group known as Epsilon shook his perfect world to the core, and Avery’s abnormally conventional parents no longer know what to do with him. In a last-ditch effort to save their son’s reputation—and his engagement to a prestigious politician—the Callahans send him to the small, idyllic pack of Southbend for some much-needed rest and recovery.
When Avery arrives in Southbend, he finds the Meyer household anything but welcoming and he immediately clashes with the rakishly reluctant head of the household. Nicholas might be a brilliant lawyer with good looks and charm in abundance, but he makes no secret of the fact that Avery is persona non-grata in his pack. How is Avery supposed to heal his own wounds when an Alpha who looks at every omega with disdain makes him question everything, including his participation in the breeding program he’s devoted his life to promoting?
~
Nicholas has it all on the surface—rising-star status as an attorney with his own practice, a sizable inheritance and the option of going home with any omega he chooses at the end of the night—but beneath the mask of his status, he hides a secret that makes him feel unworthy of the title of Alpha. Past abuse has left him with a deep-seated revulsion towards omegas, the very class of shifter he’s supposed to crave. He uses work and meaningless flings with other Alphas and betas to distract himself from the family life he
doesn’t believe he deserves, but in the wake of his estranged father’s death, Nicholas is called home to take on a role he never wanted.
Forced to give up his high-profile career and take the reins of his family’s pack, Nicholas finds himself wholly unprepared to fill the shoes of the man he hated. Because fate isn’t cruel enough, the Spirits choose this moment to send him his destined mate—a charming yet infuriatingly stubborn omega he can never love or even claim. At least, that’s what he thinks until he realizes that the very traits that repel him from other omegas draw him to Avery in a way he finds as bewildering as it is intoxicating.
Excerpt 2
“Well,” Nicholas said, coming to a stop in the middle of the town square. “This is the great metropolis of Southbend. What do you think?”
“I think it’s lovely,” Avery said, hesitating. “And very, very rural.”
“It is certainly that.” Nicholas grinned. “Should we head back? You must be tired after your trip.”
“I am,” Avery admitted, falling into step beside him. “Guess I am here to relax.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“What else have you heard?”
Nicholas wasn’t sure how to respond. Avery gave him a knowing look.
“You can be honest. You won’t hurt my feelings.”
“It’s nothing bad, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I guess that depends on whether you consider the public face of the Futurus Initiative having a nervous breakdown in the middle of a fundraiser to be a bad thing.”
“Everyone knows what you went through. You’re a hero. If they’d judge you for that, they’re not worth the time.”
“It’s been three months,” Avery murmured.
“Three months is barely enough time to enjoy summer break, let alone get over being kidnapped.”
“Maybe you can tell my parents that. They’re convinced I’m irreparably broken.”
“You don’t look broken to me.” Nicholas pretended to look the omega over for damage. “Maybe a small dent right here,” he said, poking the dimple on Avery’s cheek that deepened when he smiled.
“Either way, it looks like I’m stuck here until I can convince my parents of that.”
“That makes two of us. For what it’s worth, it’ll be nice to have the company.”
Another lie, but at least this one was for a worthy cause. It wasn’t Avery’s fault that an Alpha with an irrational aversion to omegas—or at least intimacy with one—had imprinted on him.
Avery was there to recover, not to find a mate when he already had one. The more Nicholas reminded himself of that, the better. His aversion had kept him single into his early thirties, so surely he could manage to control the hormones and irrational impulses for the few weeks Avery would be staying with them. Once he went back, both of their problems would be solved. Avery could go back to his life as the Futurus golden boy, and Nicholas could sleep a little easier knowing that he wasn’t going to imprint on the next omega who walked into his office looking for help.
In the meantime, he just had to fight the urge to commit the greatest sin of his profession: telling the truth.
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L.C. Davis is an MM romance author with a passion for LGBT representation.
His series include The Mountain Shifters, Queer Magick and Kingdom of Night.
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Title: His Taken Omega (Mountain Shifters #11)
Author: L.C. Davis
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Wolf Conan
Release Date: December 3, 2017
Length: 70 000 words/260 pages
Genre/s: M/M shifter Mpreg romance
His Taken Omega is a standalone story within the Mountain Shifter universe.
Nicholas wants nothing to do with omegas, and Avery has already signed a contract binding him to another Alpha. Fate has other plans for them both.
As the omega spokesman for the infamous Futurus Initiative, Avery Callahan is a controversial figure who’s used to being envied, occasionally despised and always the center of attention. His kidnapping at the hands of the twisted omega at the helm of the radical anti-Futurus group known as Epsilon shook his perfect world to the core, and Avery’s abnormally conventional parents no longer know what to do with him. In a last-ditch effort to save their son’s reputation—and his engagement to a prestigious politician—the Callahans send him to the small, idyllic pack of Southbend for some much-needed rest and recovery.
When Avery arrives in Southbend, he finds the Meyer household anything but welcoming and he immediately clashes with the rakishly reluctant head of the household. Nicholas might be a brilliant lawyer with good looks and charm in abundance, but he makes no secret of the fact that Avery is persona non-grata in his pack. How is Avery supposed to heal his own wounds when an Alpha who looks at every omega with disdain makes him question everything, including his participation in the breeding program he’s devoted his life to promoting?
~
Nicholas has it all on the surface—rising-star status as an attorney with his own practice, a sizable inheritance and the option of going home with any omega he chooses at the end of the night—but beneath the mask of his status, he hides a secret that makes him feel unworthy of the title of Alpha. Past abuse has left him with a deep-seated revulsion towards omegas, the very class of shifter he’s supposed to crave. He uses work and meaningless flings with other Alphas and betas to distract himself from the family life he
doesn’t believe he deserves, but in the wake of his estranged father’s death, Nicholas is called home to take on a role he never wanted.
Forced to give up his high-profile career and take the reins of his family’s pack, Nicholas finds himself wholly unprepared to fill the shoes of the man he hated. Because fate isn’t cruel enough, the Spirits choose this moment to send him his destined mate—a charming yet infuriatingly stubborn omega he can never love or even claim. At least, that’s what he thinks until he realizes that the very traits that repel him from other omegas draw him to Avery in a way he finds as bewildering as it is intoxicating.
Excerpt 1
“You look especially nice tonight,” Hayley said in a tone that was half-accusatory and half-amused as she leaned in Nicholas’s doorway.
The Alpha scowled. He wasn’t thrilled about the fact that his baby sister was about to be surrounded by single Alphas, most of whom he had already deemed too old for her, especially since his attention during the party would be divided between Avery and his new alliance. His father would have put his foot down about such an appearance until Hayley was old enough to take a mate, at the very least. Her wellbeing was one of the few subjects on which the late Alpha and his son had ever agreed, but their mother had other ideas. Sometimes Nicholas thought she’d be happy to send Hayley away immediately, as long as the marriage proved beneficial to the family.
“Doesn’t that dress come with a shawl?”
“It’s eighty degrees outside and there is nothing wrong with my dress,” she said flatly. “Who are you trying to impress with your hair slicked back like that, Avery or the other Alphas?”
“You should know the answer to that,” he muttered, closing the door behind him as he left the room. “I expect you to be on good behavior tonight.”
“Someone has to be. Let’s just hope Myron doesn’t go overboard on the wine again.”
Nicholas sighed. “If it’s not him, it’ll be mom. Let me worry about them, you just have fun.” He frowned. “Actually, I take that back… who are you going with again?”
“My friend, Shaina,” she said with a sigh, letting him lead her downstairs by the arm.
“You say that like it’s supposed to comfort me. She’s still an Alpha, last I checked.”
“If only everyone else knew the great, unflappable Nicholas Meyer frets endlessly over his little sister,” she teased. “You might seem almost human.”
“Can’t have that now, can we?”
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs as Hayley gathered the hem of her gown so she wouldn’t trip, and when he looked up, the sight of Avery waiting by the door nearly tripped him. The omega was dressed in an elegant white suit, his dark curls falling freely over the fine silk. He looked the way Nicholas had always imagined an angel might, even if he turned into a devil the moment he opened his mouth.
Hayley leaned in and whispered, “Pick your jaw up off the floor and escort your date, big brother.”
Nicholas cleared his throat of the cluster of frogs that seemed to have lodged in it and walked over to Avery. “You look…” Was there a word for it? Certainly not one that would allow him to keep his facade of apathy intact. He settled for, “nice.”
“Careful, I might get a superiority complex. As an omega, I’m already prone to those,” Avery said in that dry tone that was so much sweeter than any other omega’s attempt at being sultry.
Nicholas had hoped that by being cold towards his guest, he would be able to overcome his innate attraction to him, but he was starting to fear he was just developing a thing for snark.
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L.C. Davis is an MM romance author with a passion for LGBT representation.
His series include The Mountain Shifters, Queer Magick and Kingdom of Night.
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