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Tyrant Daddy by Isabella Starling




Title: Tyrant Daddy
Series: Tyrant Dynasty #3
Author: Isabella Starling
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance


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Daddy’s a sucker for troublemakers…

RAPHAEL
Her mother broke my heart. Her father despises me.
I know I shouldn’t so much as look at Willa Canterbury. She’s their daughter, after all.
It’s a recipe for heartbreak – for both myself and her.
So I’ll do everything in my power to hurt her. Humiliate her. Make her fall out of love with me.
Maybe then she’ll stay away… and not rip my upcoming wedding apart.

WILLA
Raphael is the unspoken name in my home. My mother’s ex, the person my father hates most.
But when a chance meeting pushes us together, I feel a pull, a connection.
It would destroy my mother.
It would enrage my father.
But all I want is Raphael Santino’s confession – that he wants me as much as I want him…
And that he’ll let his darkness come out, only for me.
His sugar baby.

Tyrant Daddy is a full-length dark romance novel from USA Today and Amazon bestselling author Isabella Starling.
Willa and Raphael’s story begins in Tyrant Stalker, but you can read this book as a standalone.







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Orbiting Mars by K.L. Savage




Title: Orbiting Mars
Series: Ruthless Kings MC #13
Author: K.L. Savage
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/Organized Crime
Cover Design: Lori Jackson
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Zack Salaun
Release Date: June 15, 2021


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I’m a car accident waiting to happen and it’s only a matter of time before I crash.
Every day that passes, every second I blink, the need to drink grows.
Meetings aren’t enough.
My will power isn’t enough.
Sunnie…

The second I see her, I want to crash into her instead
But she may not be enough to kill the need
I’m trying…but I can’t try anymore.
And when Sunnie tells me something that I can’t handle?
I break.
I run away.
I sprint to the nearest watering hole.
Away from life, from responsibilities, from fear…
I’ve never been good with change. Everything is safe right now.
I’m in a bubble and I’ve kept Sunnie there too.
She wants more than that kind of life.
I don’t know how to give it to her.
Her words play on repeat in my head.

“Maybe isn’t fair for us to sacrifice the things we want if it means being together?”
If I don’t have her, I have nothing.
But you know what I do have? Addiction.
And I’m staring at the bottle.
She’s beautiful.
Just. One. Taste.
And everything will be okay.







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No one knows where I am. I have my phone off. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, and I didn’t speak a word to Sunnie about it. I’m too afraid to. After all the progress I’ve made and all the steps I’ve taken, I’m starting to relapse.
I want rum.
I want it so fucking desperately it keeps me up at night. I dream about it. When I drink coffee, I find myself wishing rum were in the cup instead. I’ll settle for anything at this point. Vodka. Whiskey. Gin. I don’t care. My mouth is watering for it.
My body aches for it. My muscles hurt and spasm, and there is this constant throb in the base of my skull.
Slamming.
Pounding.
Screaming at me to give in.
I rub my temples and exhale a shaky breath. My fingers tremble around my sobriety chip as I fumble with it, twisting and flipping it in my palm.
The room fills with people, and the cheap metal chairs scrape against the floor, echoing in the wide-open space. To the left is a table topped with coffee, tea, water, and soda. To the left of the coffee maker are packets of sugar in a container and a bottle of coffee creamer.
Maybe I just need to drink something, and the craving will stop. I stand, rubbing my sweaty palms against my jeans. There are a few new faces here tonight, and they’re hovering around the beverage table, away from the regulars. Ah, I remember standing in the back, hoping to not be seen. It’ll get easier. It helps being surrounded by people with the same struggle.
I grab a Styrofoam cup and fill it halfway, adding a dash of creamer. I don’t bother stirring in it. It isn’t to wake up. It’s just to do something other than think about alcohol. I take a sip and let the hot java sear my throat, hoping like hell it burns the addiction right out of me.
A younger woman, possibly no more than eighteen, is stirring her tea next to the table. She looks like she’s seen better days. She has bright blue hair, which I think is so cool. I’ve never seen anyone pull off a color like that. She seems sad and is a bit too thin. By the track marks on her arms, I’ll say that has something to do with it.
Maybe I can introduce her to Sunnie.
“Hi, I’m Patrick.” I introduce myself to try and break the ice, showing her that we aren’t a scary bunch.
“Poppy.” Her hand meets mine in a firm shake.
I thought it would be limper, considering how she looks.
“So, what’s your vice, Poppy?” I lean against the pillar and sip the bitter coffee.
It sure the fuck doesn’t go down as smooth as rum.
“Heroin and Vodka. You?” She lifts her eyes to mine, and the dark circles take me back to the early days of recovery.
“Rum, but I drank just about anything.”
She nods as if she understands. Her eyes dart around the room. I can tell she’s feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she admits.
“I get it, but don’t put so much pressure on yourself. You don’t have to speak, but it helps.”
“Is this your first meeting?” she stares at me, hopeful.
I snort, bringing the cup to my lips. “Try my thousandth, maybe? I don’t know. It’s up there. I don’t come much anymore because I’ve been doing better.”
She cocks her head and analyzes me. “Why are you here today?”
“Because right now, I wish this coffee was rum, and I’m this close,” I hold my finger and thumb barely apart, “this fucking close, to saying fuck everything just to get a drink.”






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Savage Legacy Series by Faith Summers



Savage Legacy Series
Author: Faith Summers
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
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DEVIL’S KISS
Releasing October 21

She was supposed to be another conquest.
A tributary payment to my family for her father’s sins.
She was a sign a defeat for him to always remember the Della Torres owned him and everything he had.
Wealth and power always flowed through my veins like blood.
My life was all about retribution and usurping the defeated.
Until the day I placed my ring on Mia’s finger and she unlocked something inside my cold dead heart.
It was always clear she shouldn’t know me.
A woman like doesn’t belong in darkness.
But the conqueror inside me wants to break her until she’s mine.




VILLAIN’S OBSESSION
Releasing December 31

She became mine when her sister took the easy way out.
I thought I wouldn’t care which of the sisters I got as long as the marriage benefitted me.
That was until she saw something she shouldn’t have and got a target on her back.
She’s mine to protect.
The man who touches her will die at my hands.
But soon I want more than just to watch over her.
I want to break her until she gives me everything.
Including her heart.




HUNTER’S REVENGE
Releasing February 22

I left to find the truth and eradicate the lies.
Someone killed my father and everyone thinks it was me.
Everyone except for her.
She’ll put herself in danger if she follows me.
So that’s a risk I can’t take.
I break her heart to save her.
But now I want her back.
The stakes are high and I’m a dead man walking.
She was always mine though, whether she wanted to be or not.
This time I don’t plan to make the same mistakes.






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Dark Master

Title: Dark Master

Author: Jack Stevens

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 05/31/2021

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 72500

Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, contemporary, paranormal, vampires, incubus, immortal, Jacobean poet, lecturer, policeman, all-male college, multiple partners

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Sean Sinclair is handsome, brilliant, and completely self-centered, so it is no surprise that his main ambition is to succeed as Master of one of England’s oldest and most prestigious universities—St. Thaddeus’s College. And while working his way up the academic ladder, he is more than happy to fill his days with as many sexual conquests the life of a successful gay university fellow can throw his way. But when an embittered former lover goes missing under grisly circumstances, and suspicion falls on him, Sean is dragged into a world of ancient horror hidden behind the dreaming spires of St. Thaddeus’s, and into a centuries-old war between light and darkness. Hounded by police and stalked by monsters, Sean must fight to find the truth of “The Shadow College”. What are its plans for humans? And for him? In the shadows, it’s hard to tell friend from foe, lover from killer, and as the darkness deepens, Sean is forced to make choices that will cost him far more than just his life.

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Dark Master Jack Stevens © 2021 All Rights Reserved There’s a kind of telepathy that operates in universities. Or perhaps just in old universities. Or maybe just in St Thad’s. Soon after joining the college I’d found I could walk from my rooms of a morning, through the arches that lead to the Quad, partway round that patch of green to the clock tower and then through the gatehouse and into the lecture rooms, and somehow, without speaking to anyone, I could have picked up on the mood of the day, have been prepared for the first thing I would be told when, finally, I spoke to someone. A psychologist friend tried to explain it to me once, talking at length of subliminal impressions processed by the mind without conscious thought: the expressions on faces of passing students and dons; the sounds and lack of sounds from the various rooms passed, smells, pheromones, memes, and a whole host of other things I didn’t really understand. Or maybe, he’d added, it’s something in the old stone of the buildings talking to us. Then I knew he’d been taking the piss. However it happened, I knew even before old Harry the Porter hobbled towards me with that gallows expression on his face that something had happened, and somehow I already had a pretty good idea of who was involved. I’d seen the looks one or two of the students had given me as I walked by them. I was sure I’d heard Lee’s name whispered behind my back, and even though I wasn’t consciously willing it, the events of last night were beginning to replay in my mind. “Mr. Sinclair, sir.” “What is it?” Apprehension made me unusually sharp with Harry. He was a good old stick and I genuinely liked him. Plus, it was always wise to keep on the right side of the Porter of your college. You never knew when you might need to sneak back in late after the gates were closed, alone or with a “friend.” “Some people to see you, sir, in the gatehouse. To do with Mr. Barker, sir.” “With Lee?” For just a second I thought maybe he’d gone through with his semi-articulated schemes of blackmail, but I dismissed the thought as quickly as it had arisen. What I’d said the previous night about the futility of his implied threat still held true in the light of this day, and besides, somehow, I knew that wasn’t what this was about. “He’s dead, sir.” I’d like to say the half-whispered words hit me like a thunderbolt, but I could never bring myself to say something so clichéd. Besides, they didn’t. I’m not sure how I felt. I don’t know if I believed what I’d just heard or not. It was just…words. So, I looked at Harry to see if what I saw could help me make sense of what he’d said. I saw the look he gave me, a sort of sideways glance as he tried, discreetly, to read my reactions. Harry was old and a bit bumbling, and absolutely no one’s fool. You didn’t get to be Porter of one of the country’s most prestigious seats of learning by being an idiot. He’d seen Lee come to my rooms enough times to know the score. I kept my face down, unwilling to let him see my reactions, at least until I knew more clearly myself what they actually were. “How?” It seemed the safest thing to say. “I don’t rightly know, sir,” he said, his tone making it clear to me that he did, or at least had a pretty good idea. He showed me into the gatehouse and a room like most of the others in the college: small, irregular, dimly lit through clouded old glass and with whitewashed stone walls adorned only by shelves full of books and several dingy portraits, some of which could quite possibly turn out to be long-lost masterpieces if only the time and enthusiasm could be found to take them down and clean them. That much was typical; what was unusual about this room today was the presence of two police officers, a man and a woman. “Good morning,” I said. I addressed the man, not because I am inherently sexist but because he was by far the sexier of the two, so much so that it didn’t seem wrong to notice the fact even in the circumstances.

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Jack Stevens read English at university, travelled the world, worked up trees, in factories and offices and now, when not writing or wrestling, tries to teach drama (which really helps with the wrestling). He would like to see more repeats of World of Sport wrestling bouts on television, please.

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In The Eye of The Storm By H.M Wolfe


In The Eye of The Storm By H.M Wolfe

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Happily married with the affection and respect of those he holds dear, Fabian Bloom finally finds inner peace. However, fresh nightmares about his horrific past start to plague the man’s sleep, shadowing his newfound happiness and worrying the one he loves. A trip to his cabin in Montana offers the opportunity for the couple to relax and enjoy the solitude of the place.

After reuniting with his two sons, marrying the man he had loved for eleven years and watching his young protegees blooming into strong young men, Lance Hansen has everything he ever wished for. When his husband’s past is revealed in all its darkness and horror, the man is completely unprepared, and their world begins to crumble.

Will the two men be able to face the ghosts that threaten to destroy everything they love and fight so hard for? Or will they end up sucked into a whirlwind that will rip them apart forever?

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Tenary

Title: Ternary

Author: Kristin L. Stamper

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 05/31/2021

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)

Length: 81300

Genre: Science Fiction, LGBTQIA+, sci-fi, AI, scientists, gay, bisexual, MMF, enemies-to-lovers, established couple, reunited, aliens, alien artifact, court trial, mystery, humorous, interracial

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Elora isn’t a robot, but she isn’t human either. She’s an abominable combination of the two, a cyborg. For this offense, she must face judgment in a court of law. There, it will be decided if she’s a person, owed the same rights as any other, or an object, owed no rights at all. But when a last-ditch effort to demonstrate her humanity backfires, Elora is faced with an element of human nature she always hoped to avoid: love. The consciousness of a dead man is accidentally downloaded into her cybernetic brain, and she becomes infatuated with his still-living husband—whether she wants to or not. For Elora, making her way in a solar system that fears and hates her has been hard enough. Now, she must do it as an intermediary between lovers while keeping her own heart in check. With the trial fast approaching, and anti-robot protesters demanding her head, Elora can’t afford to get swept up in someone else’s love story.

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Ternary Kristin L. Stamper © 2021 All Rights Reserved It’s the first taste of freedom I’ve had in weeks. It could also be my last. I march handcuffed down the labyrinthian corridors of the Aidos to be ejected out of an airlock, or have my metal components melted down and recycled into engine parts, or be squashed in a giant garbage disposal. No one’s actually told me where I’m going, but it can’t be anywhere good. An armored squad of meatheads forced me from my cell without a word. They press the barrels of their rifles into my back to keep me walking. The Aidos was assigned to deliver me to the Minos Justice Station for my trial, but we should have arrived three days ago. Plenty of time to find a dark corner of empty space where they could ditch my body without being noticed. I’d been told my confinement was for my safety as well as everyone else’s but always suspected the scale tipped slightly in favor of everyone else’s. Looks like I was right. We finally arrive at our destination. The door hisses open…and it isn’t an airlock. It’s a conference room. A massive blank viewscreen hangs behind a shiny circular table. Paul Margot, my lawyer, sits beside it, balancing his chair on its back legs and playing a handheld video game. Not a care in the world. As usual, an expensive suit and tie drape his gangly old body, and he’s combed his scarce hair to the side to hide the bald patches. The smell of peppermint wafts from him, the odor so strong I swear I see a green menthol cloud looming in the air. A Japanese man stands with his arms crossed on the other side of the screen. He isn’t wearing the black-armored uniform of the guards but rather the stark white with gold trim of the Aidos crew. He has a dashing gentleman sort of look about him, and the decorations on his shoulder suggest he’s high in rank. But despite whatever power he might have, he’s hesitant to approach me—like I’m a live bomb. And it’s not an unfair comparison. During the Great Human-AI War, many robots were exactly that. Humankind nearly went extinct in that war, so I don’t blame him for handling me with caution. A million questions pop into my mind at once, but I settle for the most pertinent: “What the hell?” “Well, hello to you too,” Paul says. “See?” the Japanese officer says to him instead of me. “She made it just fine. Now, I’m going to have to ask you to step out.” “Actually, I think I’ll stay. No one talks to my client without me present.” “I’m not interested in the legal matters concerning your client, Mr. Margot.” “And I’m not interested in whatever secret sciency things you have onboard this ship.” Paul laughs. “But I stay. Go right ahead. She can be a little snippy though. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I’m so grateful for Paul. I know the things he does are because he wants to win his case, but sometimes I feel like he actually cares about me. Still. “Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?” I say, louder this time. “I apologize, Ms. Cussons.” The Japanese officer stares at me with the same stupefied ogle everyone gives me the first time. There’s been a great deal of discussion over what exactly I am—ranging from papers published in scientific journals to angry rants on internet forums—but the term “half-robotic abomination” would seem to apply. I prefer Metal-American. Either way, most people know about Elora Cussons, the illegal cyborg in the news, and when they hear my story, they think of a half-robotic, hideous monster. When they actually see me, it’s never quite what they were picturing. On the outside, I’m a perfectly ordinary, unspoiled, twenty-two-year-old woman from Kauai. My tan skin and long, mud-brown hair are indistinguishable from any of my neighbors’. Although, the red prison jumpsuit isn’t in fashion. “Do you know who I am?” the man asks after a moment. “That’s a negative.” I mock his uptight military bearing. “My name is Hamasaki. I’m captain of the Aidos. I hope you’ve been treated well.” “Mm-hm, the brig is simply lovely.” He clears his throat and straightens his blouse. “I’ll get right to the point, Ms. Cussons. Do you know where we are?” “You should probably assume I don’t know anything. It’ll be easier.” “Right. Sorry. This is an unusual situation for me too. We’re parked outside of the Great Compass. A member of our crew is head of research here, and he’s gotten himself into some trouble.” “Wait, the Great Compass?” Paul cuts in. “I thought research on the Compass was shut down. Some guy died or something last year?” “Yes, someone did. That’s why our people don’t interact with the technology here anymore. It’s observational study only. At least, it’s supposed to be. Turns out, our guy bit off more than he could chew and was injured a few days ago. We were on our way to pick him up and transport him to the medical facilities on the Minos, which is how we got tagged with giving you a lift. Come to find out, it’s a little more complicated than we thought. He’s inside the core of the Compass itself, which is deadly to biological lifeforms. Going in there was how we lost our crewmember last year, and we can’t risk any more losses by sending in a rescue team. We’ve been scratching our heads since we got here, trying to think up solutions, and one of our people thinks she might have something.” “You want me to do it,” I conclude. It was easy to follow his story to its inevitable end. “Wait, wait, wait,” Paul practically bellows. “If you’re trying to force my client—” “No, nothing like that.” Hamasaki reclaims the reins of the conversation. “No one is forcing Ms. Cussons into anything. But with robotic machines being illegal, she’s our best chance. We’ve had experts in medicine, biology, cybernetics, the whole bit reviewing her files, and everyone agrees. Because she’s more mechanical than biological, if there’s ever been a candidate for safe exposure to the Great Compass, it’s her.” He returns his attention to me. “We wouldn’t ask this of you if we didn’t think there was a high chance of success. We’ve already gotten permission from the council handling your case, and they’ve agreed to push your trial back. But of course, you’re free to refuse. What do you say? Want out of your box? Want to be a hero?” It’s obvious why he’s asking me himself rather than send a lackey. He’s a salesman. He’s charismatic and energetic, and his good looks don’t hurt either. An excited gleam twinkles in his eye, and I can tell he thinks I’m sold. I can’t wait to disappoint him.

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Kristin L. Stamper is a writer of YA and adult science fiction. Her interest in storytelling dates back to her childhood when she brought her ideas to life through play-pretend. Once society had successfully pressured her into knocking that off, writing became her new creative outlet. After high school, she spent seven years as an Information Systems Technician in the US Navy, gaining experience in computers and robotics. Currently, she is the mother of a toddler whose favorite pastime is banging on the keyboard while mommy tries to write.

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Franklin in Paradise

Title: Franklin in Paradise

Series: Paradise, Book One

Author: John Patrick

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 05/31/2021

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Female

Length: 84200

Genre: Postapocalyptic fantasy, LGBTQIA+, New adult, MM romance, postapocalypse, autism, neuro-diverse, gray ace, demisexual, apocalypse, pandemic, anxiety, panic attacks, dark, humorous, men with pets

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Life is good for eighteen-year-old Franklin. He lives on the spectrum, structuring and organizing his days, avoiding messy situations and ambiguity. But what he really wants is a boyfriend. Twenty-one-year-old Patrick has a past he can’t seem to shake, and a sexual identity that’s hard to describe—or maybe it’s just evolving. When a manmade virus sweeps the globe, killing nearly everyone, the two young men find themselves thrust together, dependent on each other for survival. As they begin to rebuild their world, their feelings for each other deepen. But Franklin needs definition and clarity, and Patrick’s identity as asexual—or demisexual, or grey ace?—isn’t helping. These two men will need to look beyond their labels if they are going to find love at the end of the world.

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Franklin in Paradise John Patrick © 2021 All Rights Reserved I finished cleaning my bedroom before lunchtime. Not that it needed it. I’m not the kind of guy to leave his dirty socks and shorts lying around. But I dusted behind the headboard and vacuumed the corners of the ceiling in my closet, removing the neatly labeled boxes from the top shelf first, before dusting those, too, and restacking them in alphabetical order: beads, crystals, fly hooks, etc., all the way down to screws. I tugged the bed aside and vacuumed the carpet underneath, carefully nudging the bed frame back into the existing carpet indentations when I was finished. I was ready. Right after my parents left that morning, I even shaved. Not that there was any real need for that either. Even though I’ll be eighteen in a couple weeks, I’m hardly rocking the facial hair, just a few soft black wisps curling under my chin. Nothing to do now but wait for Tyler. I walked to the picture window in our living room and stared out into the gloomy March evening. Across the dirt road, Mrs. Knudson’s front porch lights came on. If I leaned forward and craned my neck to the right, I could almost see the intersection with State Highway 27. I waited at the window until I saw a sweep of headlights illuminating the deep forest along the road, silhouettes of oaks and pines picked out one by one as Tyler’s pickup bounced through the ruts. I stepped away from the window and moved to the front door. The throaty rumble of his truck died, and a moment later a door slammed. Footsteps on the side deck were followed by a shout of “Yo, open up.” I silently did a slow three-count, then opened the door. “Dude, here, take these. Back in a sec.” Tyler thrust three large pizza boxes into my arms and headed back to the driveway. I carried the boxes across the living room to the counter separating it from the kitchen, the scent of hot cheese, tomatoes, onions, and pepperoni filling the air. By the time I laid out each box in a neat row on the counter, Tyler was back, kicking the door shut behind him. He had a gym bag looped across his shoulders, and he was carrying a case of Sam Adams. He came around the counter and into the kitchen, put the beer on the table, and dropped his bag on the floor by the counter. “Woo-hoo! Sweet Sixteen!” he said, as he shrugged out of his jacket. Sweet Sixteen? What…? Oh, right. March Madness. Sweet Sixteen round. That’s what we’re doing tonight, right? “Your folks get off okay?” he asked. “Yep, they got there already and texted me an hour ago. It’s 75 degrees in Puerto Rico right now.” “Good for them, man.” Tyler used the opener on his key chain to pry the caps off two bottles. He handed me one. “And they’re good with us doing this?” “Yeah, of course. You’ve slept over lots of times.” Even as I said that, I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. I hoped tonight would be different than all those other times. “Besides,” I continued, “Mrs. Knudson will be keeping an eye out. She knows I’m alone this weekend, and my folks told her I wasn’t allowed to have any parties.” I was embarrassed my parents had asked our eighty-year-old neighbor to spy on me. “How about your folks? They know you’re staying the night, right?” “Right. No problem. They just don’t know we’re alone.” He waggled his eyebrows. * Tyler and I have been best buds since fourth grade, but lately, I’ve been thinking about him in a…well, I guess romantic way would best describe it. I was pretty sure he felt the same about me, too, because more and more, Tyler has been lightly touching me. A pat on my head, a tap to my arm. He knows touching is a “thing” for me, and he’s been really good about too. Signaling it would happen so I could be prepared without making a big deal about it. Two years ago, my first and only girlfriend, Maya, let me know I was gay. I hadn’t thought about it, one way or the other, up until then. I didn’t like the whole idea of dating. Turns out she was right, of course. She was so pushy when it came to the physical stuff, even though she knew I was…sensitive…to that kind of thing. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she’d say. But then she’d try to kiss me or grab my hand. One night, the last time I saw her, we were sitting in her parents’ basement, and she asked if she could hold my hand. I didn’t want to, but I knew this was what boyfriends and girlfriends did, and I was trying so hard to be normal, so I let her. Before I understood what was happening, though, she guided my hand down to her thigh and under her skirt. When I discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear, I’d gasped and yanked my hand away, waving my fingers in the air as if they’d been burned. I might have gagged a little too. “Uh-huh. I thought so,” she’d responded immediately. “You’re gay, you know, Franklin. Right? You do know that? I’d hate to see you waste the next couple of years ‘struggling’ to understand yourself. You should just blow your buddy Tyler right now and get it over with.” Fair enough. But I didn’t blow Tyler, and as much as I was convinced we had a future together, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to blow him, or at least not yet. But I’d been thinking about kissing him, and although it made me a little uncomfortable, I thought I might be ready for that.

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John Patrick lives in the Berkshire Hills of Massachusetts, where he is supported in his writing by his husband and their terrier, who is convinced he could do battle with the bears that come through the woods on occasion (the terrier, that is, not the husband). John is an introvert and can often be found doing introverted things like reading or writing, cooking, and thinking deep, contemplative thoughts (his husband might call this napping). He loves to spend time in nature—“forest bathing” is the Japanese term for it—feeling connected with the universe. But he also loathes heat and humidity, bugs of any sort, and unsteady footing in the form of rocks, mud, tree roots, snow, or ice. So, his love of nature is tempered; he’s complicated that way. John and his husband enjoy traveling and have visited over a dozen countries, meeting new people, exploring new cultures, and—most importantly—discovering new foods. After such travels, John invariably comes down with a cold. During a trip to Japan in 2019, he was amazed by how many people wore surgical masks in public to protect both themselves and others from viruses. “Gosh,” John thought, “wouldn’t it be great if we’d do this in the US?” John sometimes regrets the wishes he makes.

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Salt and Lime By BL Maxwell


 

Summer Reading!

Audio Now Available! 

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Salt and Lime by BL Maxwell

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Sal Hutton books a trip to Cancún on a whim. Needing some time off from work, he sees an 

opportunity to go and takes it—alone. After a red-eye flight and full of excitement for what he might experience over the next week, he strikes up a conversation with the handsome taxi driver who gives him a ride to his hotel, and hopes their paths cross again.

Derrik Green came to Cancún for a vacation, and two years later is still here, after falling in love with the city and its people. He’s working as a taxi driver and is happier than ever. After dropping off the man named Sal, he can’t stop thinking about him, and hopes that eventually he’ll call, even if it’s just to hire him for a ride or private tour.

Soon their wish comes true and they’re spending time together, enjoying all the sights and adventures Cancun has to offer.

Sal and Derrik weren’t looking for love, but maybe they were meant to meet here, half a world away from their regular lives, and right in the middle of a tropical paradise. With so many people behind them, they might just get their happily ever after under starry nights and surrounded by the beautiful blue Caribbean.

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Open Arms By Lynn Michaels


 

Open Arms

Lynn Michaels

Coming June 11th

Murdoch “Doc” Smith has finally been stationed at the US Air Force base where he grew up, and he’s looking forward to being home and reconnecting with the love of his life. When he finds her, he discovers that she is now a he. It doesn’t matter to Doc. He welcomes Terry with Open Arms. Too much has changed for Terry, and he isn’t so sure they should get back together.

Will they reconcile, or break each other’s hearts?

This sweet love story includes a military and a trans character, who are both virgins.

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