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The Island: The Vanished

THE GANGSTERS… Clint, Cochise, and the men return home from Canada, looking forward to some much-needed rest and relaxation. But they soon discover there is no rest for the weary as they are immediately faced with another crisis—missing loved ones that seemed to have disappeared into thin air. With no leads and no idea if their loved ones are dead or alive, the gangsters are desperate to dig up a single clue—anything to set them in the right direction. As the gangsters are about to lose hope, an unexpected lead takes them to the last place their loved ones were seen. With a reluctant witness and a forced confession, they are left with little to go on… until a group of strangers—in search of their own lost loved ones—provide another piece of the puzzle that ultimately leads the two clans to a place of hellish imaginations… and terrifying revelations. THE BASE… After the unexpected, violent encounter with his arch-enemy Alexander Kane, Ardan McNamara, the founder of The Base sanctuary for child prostitution victims, finally closes the door on his dark past. His honorary adoptive father, Fabian Bloom, who also suffered horrific physical, sexual, and mental abuse at Kane’s hands, no longer looks over his shoulder, enjoying his new life to the fullest. But then, Ardan’s three sons and their friends are kidnapped in broad daylight, only a few hundred yards away from The Base, and the two men’s world collapses. Numerous search parties are organized, and no stone is left unturned, but the kids are nowhere to be found. The evil force behind the kidnapping seems to be greater and more dangerous than anything Ardan and Fabian fought against. Desperate situations require desperate measures, and, for the first time, the two men search for help outside their circle of traditional allies. Even if they will find it, Ardan and Fabian are aware that, this time, they may not make it out alive.

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The Truth Keeps Silent by A.V. Asher

The Truth Keeps Silent
A.V. Asher
(Truth and Lies Duet, #1)
Publication date: May 8th 2021
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Where do you run when everything has been stripped away?

Starting over hasn’t gone well for Mercedes Elliott. After making the biggest mistake of her life, moving halfway across the world felt right at the time. But six months later, she’s isolated, dependent on a dangerous relationship with her boyfriend, Jason Marsh, and no closer to rebuilding her once promising legal career. Running low on hope, Mercedes secretly reaches out to the one man she never thought she’d see again.

Former British Intelligence officer Alec McKinley always regretted letting Mercedes slip through his fingers. So when she invites him for coffee, he jumps at the chance to see her. Warm, funny, and still stunningly beautiful, Mercedes draws Alec in as much as ever. But despite her cheerful smile, he can’t ignore the pain hiding in her eyes.

After Jason’s obsession with Mercedes comes to a violent head, she finds herself unable to escape his suffocating grasp. That is, until Alec makes an unexpected offer that could be Mercedes’s saving grace.

But accepting that offer comes at a cost. Being near Alec ignites a flame she thought had burned out long ago. And when they realize Jason is not the man they thought he was, she and Alec uncover a stunning truth about the past that will change everything between them.

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“I’m sorry,” she choked.

Alec’s head snapped up. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I got you involved in this. That wasn’t my intention when I called you.”

“Stop. You didn’t do anything wrong.” His eyes were alight with emotion, but she didn’t flinch from him. Instead, she found herself unable to look away. “Christ, you’ve nothing to apologize for. You understand you’re the victim here, right?”

She nodded. Another tear escaped, creating a path down her cheek.

Alec’s eyes softened, and he wiped it away with a lingering stroke of his thumb. Mercedes touched his hand, turning her cheek into his palm. The warmth of his hand soothed and seared her all at once.

Closing her eyes, she breathed him in. Please don’t let me go.

“You have to leave him.” Alec’s voice was brimming with torment.

Mercedes’s eyes snapped open, and she pulled away. Panic welled in her chest. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“He’ll find me. It’s embarrassing how fast he is at tracking me down. He knows everything I do. I mean, he plants listening devices in my hospital room, for God’s sake.”

“I can help you.” Alec’s fingers tightened on hers. “We can get you out of here. Give you a safe place to recover. When you’re ready, we’ll get you home. Declan and I already have people ready to go.”

Her heart sank. “Dec knows too?”

“Aye, he does. You’re pretty much family, you know? A McKinley twice removed, if you will.” His mouth quirked in a smile, and she couldn’t help smiling, which made her wince.

“Why would you do this?”

His amiable smile faded, and his jaw tightened. A sadness crossed behind his eyes as he looked at their intertwined hands. His thumb swept back and forth against her wrist, sending thrills of electricity through her with each stroke.

Alec swallowed. “I can’t leave you here. At least not without giving you a choice.”

Author Bio:

American writer AV Asher (Avie) was one of those kids always who got in trouble for reading in class. She has been creating stories since childhood, but only recently began writing them down. The Truth Keeps Silent is Avie’s debut novel. The second book in the duet, The Lies That Shatter, is expected to be released in the Autumn of 2021. Avie lives in Northern Nevada with her husband and three children.

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Oakside Military Heroes




Saving Noah
Oakside Military Heroes Book 1
by Kaci Rose
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance



Can a scarred heart learn to love again?

Noah

My unit was attacked, leaving every soldier with the option to fight our way out or die. I was one of the lucky few that made it—but not without battle scars. Half my body is scorched and blistered, the pain is unbearable. I can’t imagine anyone will want to look at me, much less be with me, after this… until I meet Lexi. She came to visit her brother and stayed when she realized I have no one. Now, all that gets me through the anguish of treatments and physical therapies is the chance to see her beautiful smile again.


Lexi
After fighting for their country, no soldier should have to suffer the painful healing alone. Yet that’s not what brings me back to Noah day after day. He’s helping me work through the grief of losing my husband. But the day of his release is fast approaching. Our feelings for each other are undeniable. Will what’s between us last outside the hospital walls? Or will the emotional and physical scars we both carry destroy our chance at a fresh start?


This is a Steamy, Small Town, Military Romance. No Cliffhangers.
This is Book 1 in the Oakside Military Heroes Series.
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Saving Easton
Oakside Military Heroes Book 2



Can love free the heart of a former prisoner of war?

Easton
My time as a POW left emotional scars that cut far deeper than any physical ones. I can’t stand to be touched. I am plagued by horrid nightmares. I knew therapy was my only option, but I didn’t realize it was fate leading me there… until I saw Paisley. As the sister of my best friend, I’ve had a crush on her for years. If anything can crack through the darkness rooted within me, it’s the warmth of her beauty.

Paisley
I didn’t know Easton joined the military until the day he walked into Oakside where I work. With therapy dogs and a delicate touch, I’ve helped countless veterans. Never one this close to my heart. Easton isn’t the boy I once knew anymore. All he’s endured has made him retreat inside himself. Can I help him coax him back out into the light? Or will some part of him forever be a prisoner to his pain?

This is a Steamy, Small Town, Military Romance. No Cliffhangers.
This is Book 2 in the Oakside Military Heroes Series.
As always there is a satisfying Happy Ever After.
If you love steamy romances with insta love, hot love scenes, military men, and small towns, then this one is for you.

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Saving Teddy
Oakside Military Heroes Book 3



For his heart to heal, he must let go of his guilt…


Teddy
The bomb exploded… and changed my life forever. I was the only member of my unit to survive, and every day I wonder why. Why me and not them? Now that I learned a fellow soldier left me his family fortune, it’s made the guilt unbearable. I have the money to do whatever I want, except change the past.

Mia
I was attracted to Teddy the moment our eyes met. Yet the survivor’s guilt he suffers is palpable. I want to get close, but he’s determined to keep the world at arm’s length. Can I help him learn to celebrate his second chance instead of blaming himself simply for surviving?

This is a Steamy, Small Town, Military Romance. No Cliffhangers.
This is Book 3 in the Oakside Military Heroes Series.
As always there is a satisfying Happy Ever After.
If you love steamy romances with insta love, hot love scenes, military men, and small towns, then this one is for you.

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Kaci runs on coffee, chocolate, and Oreos. She loves her book boyfriends with tattoos, muscles, beards, and a little dirty.
Kaci loves romance books and has been jotting down ideas since she was in high school and is now putting the ideas down on paper. She believes in satisfying, happily ever afters with a lot of steam on the way.
She was born and raised in Southwest Florida but is wholeheartedly a mountain girl. She has been reading as many books as she could get her hands on since grade school and loves to travel when she gets the chance.


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When Robbo Met Daniel

Title: When Robbo Met Daniel

Author: Liam Livings

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 06/21/2021

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 71100

Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, Vacation, out for you, coming out, first time, friends to lovers

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Robbo is broken. He’s split up with his girlfriend. Given up on love. Forever. And now he must pretend to be happy for a friend’s week-long birthday celebration. Daniel’s boyfriend refuses to go to the celebration with him. Another nail in the coffin for their relationship. So he brings his best friend, Sam. They notice the heart-broken straight guy has attractively filled swimming shorts and a body to draw their sunglasses-obscured gazes. If Robbo can put aside how he thinks others will see him if he comes out and if Daniel can escape the history of his dead relationship, maybe they have chance. When Robbo Met Daniel is a stand-alone gay romance with a curious man who’s only ever been with women and a flamboyant gay man who’s looking for someone to be kinder than his useless boyfriend. A dash of well-meaning friends and forced proximity could mean a happy ever after.

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Chapter One Monday Morning Robbo stood back so he could stare at his suitcase, resting on the not very comfortable pull-out futon he’d been sleeping on. He threw four T-shirts, three pairs of shorts, and flip-flops into the case. There was a knock on the door. “All right,” Robbo replied. Caspian opened the door. “Nearly packed?” “Yeah. Some Lynx Africa, my shaving kit and I’m done.” Caspian pushed the clothes into the suitcase. “And sun cream. Maya’s been on about factor fifty for weeks.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll borrow yours if that’s OK.” Robbo was already borrowing his friend’s spare room and bed, so what harm would a few squirts of sun cream be? “’Course mate.” Caspian smiled weakly. “Thanks.” Robbo turned to face the bed, his back towards Caspian. “Still think I’d be better off here. Don’t feel much in a party mood.” “Lulu wants you there. Shaun told me. Said he’d told you.” “Haven’t heard from him.” Robbo thought it worth trying one last time to get out of the trip. After the upheaval with Becky, he could have done with a week of work and of being alone in Caspian and Maya’s spare room. Just himself and his thoughts moping quietly on the futon. “He told me he’d called you,” Caspian said. “Still, you know what he’s like. Probably didn’t know what to say.” Robbo turned and perched on the bed. “Shaun won’t mind if I don’t go. Lulu’s not going to miss me.” “Shaun will mind, because Lulu will mind. Forty is a big deal.” “Ancient.” Robbo let out a small laugh and rubbed his hands on his thighs. “Lulu’s a bit of a cougar, isn’t she?” “Shaun loves her. That’s all that matters, mate.” Caspian’s stern stare told Robbo all he needed to know. “Sorry. I’m not myself. Bit cynical about couples, you know?” Caspian manfully patted Robbo’s shoulder. “It’s easy to pack. All I’m doing is moving stuff from that suitcase—” He pointed to the large one in the corner. “—to this one.” He indicated the small one on the bed. “Every cloud…” “Won’t be long till you’re back on your feet. Best this way. You did try.” Robbo felt the familiar sadness building in his eyes. He didn’t want to dissolve into another snot and tears covered heap like he had when he’d called Caspian, asking if he could crash in their spare room after leaving the flat he’d shared with Becky, his girlfriend. He swallowed, blinking the tears away from his eyes. “I tried. Lots of things. Lots of times.” “Enough of this. Or I’m gonna have to hug you again, and we know how awkward that gets. Do you want me to bring out the big guns and hug you?” Caspian held his arms out, waggling his fingers comically. Robbo shook his head. “Fuck off. I’ll live.” They stood in silence for a moment. A woman’s voice floated from the far side of the flat, telling them the taxi was booked for an hour, and if they weren’t ready, she’d be leaving without them. But not Robbo. Maya—Caspian’s wife, could have organised her way out of any situation—including making sure Robbo wasn’t allowed to wallow in his sadness. On their futon. Caspian raised his eyes, gesturing towards his wife’s voice. “Best get on.” Robbo let out a long, exhausted sigh, knowing he had to put a brave face on things and that staying here being miserable wouldn’t do him any good. He collected his razor and shaving gel and pushed them into the duffel bag, squashing everything else in the process. Caspian said, quietly now, “Mate. I’ll lend you my gel if it helps with the packing.” Without turning to face his friend, Robbo removed the can of gel, nodded, then said, “Ta mate.” “Lads weekend. Like before. Do you good. Trust me.” Caspian closed the door behind him. Robbo turned back to his packing and focussed on the friends he’d soon be seeing, mentally ticking off their names in turn, then wondering why that didn’t sound quite right. And then, with a heavy heart, he remembered he’d excluded their wives and girlfriends. The pairing of names that meant they had someone. Caspian and Maya sounded much better than simply Caspian. Robbo and Becky. Robbo. Maya’s voice, louder now, carried through his closed door, “Twenty minutes. Taxi. If you’re not ready in ten, I’m packing your case, and don’t think I’m beyond rifling through your pants.” Robbo—knowing Maya meant every word she said, and once he was in the sun and swimming in the pool in Spain, he would indeed feel better than stewing in his own sorrowful juices in this box room alone—threw his phone charger, headphones, and a paperback into his case. “Packed and ready!” He zipped up the bag and carried it to the living room where Maya and Caspian stood next to theirs. * Daniel had been trying to persuade his boyfriend, Terry, to start packing for most of the last week. He had, at this point, already resorted to begging, bribing, and finally offering sexual favours. None of which had changed Terry’s opinion. Daniel fixed a stare at Terry. “The change of space will do us good.” “Why?” Terry stuck his bottom lip out. “I’m sure we can work things out. Bit of sun, some swimming in the pool. A beer in our hands and we’ll soon remember why we love each other.” “You might,” Terry shot back, without humour or eye contact. “Come on. Meet me halfway,” Daniel said, now kneeling at Terry’s feet. Terry turned his head away. “I’m done. I can’t talk about this anymore. In fact, despite your romantic ideas about us sitting in Spain and working it all out, I don’t think there’s anything to discuss. Nothing of any value at any rate.” Daniel slowly stood. “I’ve told you before; I’m not happy with this.” He gestured to Terry. Terry’s legs were crossed, his arms folded, and his bottom lip still remained resolutely stuck out almost as far as his nose. “I knew it was a mistake when you started seeing that counsellor for your fear of flying issues.” Daniel bit his tongue, considered his next move carefully, then said, “You’re not used to me telling you how I feel.” “Fuck me gently. Daniel, it’s all you ever fucking well tell me. You’ve written me a letter. I’m expecting an interpretive dance routine next to make sure I understand how you feel. There’s nothing more to say. I’m done. We’re over.” Although it bristled slightly, Daniel forged on. “So why don’t you want to do anything about it?” Quietly now, he added, “If you love me.” Didn’t Terry love him? “We’ve been through this. Besides, I’m doing nothing wrong. It’s you who’s changed since getting these stupid ideas from that stupid woman.” Terry pouted, then checked his nails ostentatiously. “Better for you to fly alone, get used to flying and living without me. No point hanging on to me being by your side when I won’t be afterwards. We’re done. Really done. I’m sure your fear-of-flying woman would approve.” Daniel realised he wouldn’t get any further with this line or argument since it hadn’t worked before and hadn’t worked now; they’d had this “we’re over” discussion before. So instead, he thought he’d appeal to Terry’s loyalty to his friend. “Lulu’s been planning this party for months. She picked the dates based on your availability. She’s always saying she doesn’t see you often enough. Come, if not for me, for her. Promise I won’t talk about any of this us stuff out there. Come for Lulu.” “I’m done with this. Us. This conversation. We’re finished. Fuck Lulu, I’m not coming. She’ll live. Plenty of other uni friends there. Doubt she’ll notice I’m not there. I’ll text her now.” Terry, in a huff, large even for him, left the room. Well, that had been Daniel’s best shot. That had taken everything he could muster and had still failed. Still, another new thing to discuss with the fear-of-flying woman next month, but now he had to call Sam. Going alone was the biggest challenge, getting used to flying, to being, without… But although he thought he should be, Daniel was far from ready for that. Far from ready to give up on him and Terry. Because surely Terry still loved him, didn’t he? He scrolled through his phone, his thumb hovering over the S while Terry banged and crashed in their bedroom.

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Liam Livings lives where east London ends and becomes Essex. He shares his house with his boyfriend and cat. He enjoys baking, cooking, classic cars and socialising with friends. He has a sweet tooth for food and entertainment: loving to escape from real life with a romantic book; enjoying a good cry at a sad, funny and camp film; and listening to musical cheesy pop from the eighties to now. He tirelessly watches an awful lot of Gilmore Girls in the name of writing ‘research’. Published since 2013 by a variety of British and American presses, his gay romance and gay fiction focuses on friendships, British humour, romance with plenty of sparkle. He’s a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association, and the Chartered Institute of Marketing. With a masters in creative writing from Kingston University, he teaches writing workshops with his partner in sarcasm and humour, Virginia Heath as http://www.realpeoplewritebooks.com and has also ghost written a client’s 5 Star reviewed autobiography.

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Weekend Girl

Title: Weekend Girl

Series: Weekend Girl, Book One

Author: Alex Powell

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 06/21/2021

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: M/NB

Length: 57200

Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, Canada, alloromantic, aromantic, agender, pansexual, genderfluid, college, sexual harassment, manties, cross-dressing, transgender, #ownvoices, new adult

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Ashley Kingston is a genderfluid university student with a major crush on attractive and charming Nolan. He seems just too perfect to be true. What happens when Ash meets Nolan while dressed as both a man, and a woman? And even more confusing, what happens when Nolan seems enamoured of both versions of Ash? A twisty-turny romance filled with fun and shenanigans.

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Ashley Kingston sat in the bustling Davie Street cafe staring into his—Wait! No. Their cup. Their. They had managed to misgender themself again, and honestly, it was getting old. Realizing they might not be a cis dude was like trying to find a bra that would fit their frame—sometimes it poked them in places not meant to be poked. Speaking of bras, Ash had two new ones in their bag on the floor next to their feet. Normally, Ash wouldn’t have gone to a store to purchase clothes not meant for men, but their friend Bei Bei had gotten Ash’s measurements and pretended the bras were for her. One was a perfectly sensible beige number, but the other was fire-engine red, at Bei Bei’s insistence. Ash was nervous about trying them on, even when no one else was around, but what were they to do? Progress was progress. They glanced over at their friend from the corner of their eye. Bei Bei was on her phone texting someone, running her hand through the short hair on one side of her head. Her undercut was brand spanking new. Still not used to it? Ash frowned. The two of them were both trying something on for size. Bei Bei said she wanted to be the butchest of butch lesbians. She’d gone into the salon and had all of her long black hair cut off just that morning. Ash had watched as Bei Bei transformed before their eyes. What was it like to have long hair? Ash ran a hand through their own dark-brown hair and sighed. Maybe one day. “What are you moping for?” Bei Bei demanded. “We just had shopping therapy. I thought for sure you’d be happier now.” “I’m not unhappy,” Ash started. “But you are,” Bei Bei finished. “I was just thinking—” Ash sighed again. “—what it might be like to have long hair, and I just…” They shrugged. “Is that all?” Bei Bei said. “We can get you a wig.” “I’m a starving student! As if I could afford a quality wig!” “It doesn’t have to be expensive,” Bei Bei said. “I’ll help you find something nice but affordable online.” “Okay,” Ash said, somewhat mollified. “I guess I was just blowing things out of proportion—again.” “You really need to chill.” Bei Bei patted their arm. “I know, anxiety sucks.” “At least my meds are somewhat stable. I have a mate back home who can hardly go outside some days.” Bei Bei nodded sympathetically. The two sat in silence for a few moments, and Ash took a sip of their now-lukewarm London Fog. They licked a bit of foam off their lip. The world went on by outside the cafe window, and Ash watched from their place perched atop a bar-style stool, elbows resting on the counter running along the inside of the window. “Ooh,” Bei Bei said. “She’s hot.” A very tall Black girl with bantu knots and long legs walked by outside. Ash nodded. She was very attractive, and her barely there black shorts hugged her hips. Ash, who had known they were pansexual long before they figured out their gender, considered themself an equal-opportunity lover. That is, when they even had a lover. Ash struggled to keep relationships, and they could never figure out why. It wasn’t a lack of attraction, and Ash enjoyed dating. But something always made the situation go sour. The girl stopped for the traffic light on Davie and Granville, and Bei Bei and Ash looked on with interest. A loud group of tourists passed by the window, and when the group cleared, the girl looked back at them. Ash pretended to be very interested in the dregs of their drink. Of course, Bei Bei kept on staring. The girl turned and came towards them. Ash didn’t know what to do, so it was lucky their attention was on Bei Bei. The girl came into the cafe, making her way to where Ash and Bei Bei were sitting. “Can I help you?” the Black girl asked. Bei Bei’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve lost my phone. Do you mind calling it for me?” The girl’s mouth twitched. “That the best you got?” “Not by a long shot,” Bei Bei replied. Bei Bei and the girl, who eventually introduced herself as Ouma, flirted away beside Ash. Ash pretended they had no idea who Bei Bei was, in spite of the fact she was sitting right there next to them. Bei Bei kept running her hand through her newly shorn hair and biting her lip in obvious signs of attraction. Ouma was standing beside them with her hip cocked, head tilted. Ash looked at their phone and their Twitter page for a bit, waiting for Bei Bei and Ouma to finish with their flirting. “Bye,” Ouma said, flashing a wave as she walked out the door. “Oh my god, you are incorrigible,” said Ash as soon as Ouma was out of earshot. “Got her number though,” Bei Bei smirked. Ash rolled their eyes. “You’ve got game, girl.” “You just need more confidence, Ash,” Bei Bei said. “You’re plenty attractive to those who like enbies.” The real problem was that Ash didn’t look non-binary. They looked like a cis guy. That could cause them trouble in the long run. “I guess?” Ash said with another shrug. “I’m mostly worried that… Well. I’m trans. It’s a thing that gets a lot of people killed in a lot of places, especially when it comes to dating and sex.” “Truth bomb time, I guess.” Bei Bei scratched the side of her head. “It’s hard enough being an Asian lesbian. Being trans is a whole other thing.” Ash just nodded, tried to take another drink, and grimaced when they found their cup empty. “I’d date a trans lesbian,” Bei Bei continued. “I know it doesn’t really make me special or anything. But I know of a ton of TERF lesbians who wouldn’t.” Ash made a face at the mention of TERFs. They had enough to deal with at university without having to listen to some transphobe calling herself a feminist saying that trans people were gross. They felt gross a lot of the time anyway, but it got worse when people started calling trans people trash. Ash’s anxiety always skyrocketed if they saw people arguing on social media about it. “I just want to find a person who would accept me for being genderfluid,” Ash said. “I’m always worried that anyone I’m interested in will turn out to be one of those binary sex-pushing assholes.” It happened sometimes on Twitter. Somebody with a cute profile pic turned out to be awful, and it always made Ash angry, but also ashamed in a strange way. They hated that they felt ashamed sometimes of something like their identity, but it was still there sometimes, throbbing in their chest. “I get it,” Bei Bei said. “I know you gotta be careful. But don’t shut yourself off completely.” “I guess,” Ash said. “It’s not like I’m even used to thinking of myself as non-binary in the first place.” “You have to start somewhere,” Bei Bei said. Ash acknowledged this with a nod. Bei Bei got up to get another iced caramel macchiato, and Ash stared out the window at the people going by. Things were tough right now, so Ash had to be tougher.

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Alex is an author of LGBTQ+ romance. They live in northern Canada where it snows six months of the year. Currently, they are pursuing a PhD in English, but that won’t stop them from writing about space vampires or cyberpunk hackers or whatever else pops into their head. Mostly a SFF writer, Alex sometimes dabbles in other genres including contemporary romance.

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The Illhenny Murders

Title: The Illhenny Murders

Author: Winnie Frolik

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 06/21/2021

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 67500

Genre: Historical, LGBTQIA+, genre, historical, crime, lesbian, 1930s, private detective, district nurse, murder

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District Nurse Mary Grey saves the life of young architect, Anthony West, when he is involved a car wreck, only for West to tell her it was no accident. Someone tried to kill him. Mary is skeptical at first, but when West dies, she’s determined to investigate the matter. More blood is spilled, and Mary becomes embroiled in a tangled web of intrigue and murder as she joins forces with exiled Jewish German detective Franz Shaefer. And on top of everything else, Mary finds herself dangerously attracted to Anthony’s beautiful and unattainable sister Harriet.

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The Illhenny Murders Winnie Frolik © 2021 All Rights Reserved October 1936, Illhenny, England It was no longer night in Illhenny, but not quite morning. Those weird in-between hours, when the darkness began to retreat but the sun had not quite shown its face. Although at this time of year, the best Illhenny could hope for was some feeble rays of light peeking out from behind the fierce clouds dominating its sea line. Still, sunny or not, people had begun to stir. Fishermen went off in their boats to cast their nets and haggle with the sea. Tradesmen set out to open for the day. Farm folk had cows to milk and livestock to feed. Mothers began coaxing surly children from their beds to have breakfast before making their way to school. And the district nurse set off on her rounds. District Nurse Mary Grey had known she would be quite busy that day. In preparation, she had eaten a solid, manly breakfast, and packed a ham sandwich for later. She wore an oversized knitted gray-green sweater, gifted to her by her sister, over her uniform to face the weather. She rode her BSA motorbike. Some uncharitable souls might have noted the bike was over a decade old, and hardly ideal for inclement weather. And in the UK, of course, inclement weather tends to be the norm. No matter. Mary loved the motorbike from the moment it had been issued to her by the Rural Nurses Association. She loved how the wind whipped in her face when she rode it full throttle. She loved the sense of power between her legs. She loved how speedily it could get her to her appointments. She loved occasionally beeping to people she met on the ride. Most of all, she loved the freedom and independence her motorbike represented. She even enjoyed cleaning it and keeping it fueled and oiled. Mary had never ridden a horse, let alone owned one, but she imagined her love for her motorbike was akin to what a rider might feel toward their faithful steed. Mary rode her bike past the bakery, post office, the vicarage, and the forge. Her first task of the day was to check in on Mrs. Simpson, who’d recently had surgery in London. She was a widow of some sixty years of age, living on a small pension after her husband’s death. “You need not have come, my dear,” Mrs. Simpson told her. “As you can see, I’ve made a full recovery.” To punctuate her point, Mrs. Simpson did an elegant little curtsey. She was surprisingly limber for a woman her age. “You certainly are looking better. You don’t seem to have any trouble moving at all now,” Mary noted. “No. In fact, I took a long walk around the village yesterday and will take another today.” “You didn’t mind the cold?” “Oh no! I found it quite refreshing,” Mrs. Simpson proclaimed. “There’s nothing like fresh sea air and exercise for one’s health, is there?” “No argument there,” Mary agreed. “Will you be going to tomorrow’s meeting of the Illhenny Women’s Society?” Mrs. Simpson was known for her needlework and her keen interest in village affairs. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away. We are going to start decorating the church for Christmas. I picked up some new items in London to show everyone! There’s no place like London for shopping.” “There certainly isn’t. In fact, I’m taking the train down tomorrow to stay with an old friend of mine for a couple of nights while her husband’s away.” “Wait, is that your friend Phyllis?” Mrs. Simpson asked. “You’ve visited her before, haven’t you?” “Well, her husband travels regularly, and she likes the company,” Mary explained, not making direct eye contact with Mrs. Simpson. “Oh, well, that’s very kind of you then,” Mrs. Simpson remarked. “How exactly do you and Phyllis know each other?” “I met her when I was studying at the Queen’s Institute for Nurses in London.” This time Mary was on solid ground. “And we’ve stayed in touch. You know, I really have to get on to my other appointments.” “Of course, dear, of course.” Mrs. Simpson waved a cheerful goodbye and Mary rode off. Mary next called on rheumatic old Caleb Barnaby. Caleb was a grizzled fisherman with several teeth missing, but one molar long and sharp as a harpoon. He’d been a big man once but in the last year or so had begun to lose weight and his clothes now hung on him rather alarmingly. He lived quite alone with only a large ginger cat, Ahab, for company. His rooms were shabby and dark, with only a single window, but they did have one charm—handcrafted shelves filled with little birds, fish, seashells, deer, and other creatures, all beautifully carved out of wood by none other than Caleb himself. Caleb’s whittling and carpentry were famous in Illhenny. After coming in, Mary, as usual, opened the window to air the room a little, while Caleb groused. “Just kill me all the faster, the chill air will.” “No, it won’t.” “Will too!” Caleb retorted. “Cold gets worse every year for me old bones.” He gave a melodramatic sigh. “This will be my last winter, it will. Ought to start planning my funeral.” “What would you have them write on your headstone?” Mary asked, amused. “Don’t want a headstone,” Caleb pronounced. “Waste of time and stone if you ask me. Don’t want to be left in a box in the ground to rot either. I’d rather be taken by the wind or the sea. That way, at least I’d get to travel a b—” There was a loud crashing sound and a startled Mary turned just in time to see a pile of wooden carvings on the floor while an orange blur raced around a corner and out of sight. “Go ahead and run, you coward! You cur!” Caleb shouted. “If I ever get my hands on you, I’ll turn you into slippers!” Mary had heard similar threats from Caleb before regarding Ahab’s crimes, and knew them to be empty. She instead set out about picking up the wooden figures and returning them to their rightful place. As she did so, she spotted an envelope hidden in a cleft among the shelves and, on an impulse, took a peek at its contents. Much to her amusement, it was filled with cheap little pictures of women in various stages of undress. Pornography and smut were illegal in England, but that didn’t seem to diminish its popularity one jot. Most of the women were simply posing, but some of them were more active. In fact, several of the photos included men as well, engaging in all sorts of calisthenics with the women. Mary hurriedly put the envelope away. “What you doing now?” Caleb asked. “Nothing! Just examining your workmanship. How about I put on the kettle?” “Tea? What good is tea? Now whiskey, aye, that’s proper medicine. I’ll have me a shot now.” “But it isn’t even noon,” Mary pointed out. “Exactly. I need breakfast!” Caleb drained the shot with satisfaction. “Come you, nurse, join me in a tipple. It’ll put some color in your cheeks, do you a load of good.” “Sorry, but I’m not allowed to drink on duty. Those are the rules.” “Too many damned rules,” Caleb grumbled. “That’s what’s wrong with the world these days.” “I don’t know that the problem is the number of rules themselves,” Mary said thoughtfully, “so much as who makes them.” “Hmph. Speaking of people who make the rules, Lord Pool’s called a town meeting tonight at the dance hall.” “A meeting? About what?” “Don’t know. Didn’t say anything. But his friend from next door is going to be there as well.” “I heard The Laurels had just been rented out to some young man from London,” Mary mused. “I wondered what that was about. We don’t get many visitors from London here. In fact, we usually don’t get any.” Caleb scowled. “No good will come of this. I can smell it. You mark my words!” Mary did not respond to this premonition but kept to her schedule. As she rode past Mr. Legge’s tobacco shop, she saw pretty, young Mrs. Legge assisting Mr. Winthrop, the vicar. Mr. Legge, who was quite a bit older than his wife, stood directly outside the shop, engaged in an argument with Dick Townley, Lord Pool’s gamekeeper. “No more credit for you, you wastrel! You ever darken my door without the money you owe me, and it’ll be my boot up your arse!” “I’d like to see you try.” Townley spat on the ground, but he left the shop empty handed. Mary passed Constable Evans as well. He was still a young man with plump cheeks, red as apples. “Hello, Nurse Grey.” He tipped his hat to her. “Busy day, is it?” “It’s always busy. What about you?” “Getting a cat out of a tree has been the highlight of my morning. Had some more excitement yesterday though. Another one of those tramps came around and I had to clear him off. There seem to be more of them every week.” He frowned. “The slump perhaps,” Mary suggested. “Too many poor souls out of work with nowhere to go.” “Maybe, but they can’t come here,” Evans retorted. “I have my orders to keep them out. Well, I’ll leave you to your caseload.” The saddest part of Mary’s day was visiting poor Annie Capman with her consumption. Annie was from an industrial town in the north but, because of her health, she’d moved to Illhenny in hopes the fresh sea air would revive her. Sadly, while Annie did enjoy a respite from breathing in black smoke and soot, it soon became clear her days were numbered no matter where she lived. The other villagers in Illhenny kept their distance from the little cottage Annie lodged in, fearing contagion. Annie’s coal and groceries were always delivered and left outside. Mary entered the cottage directly with a key left underneath a stone in the yard to see Annie’s skeletal figure in bed, swallowed up by comforters and sheets. “Mary.” Annie’s hollowed pale face shone at the sight of the nurse. “It’s so good to see you.” “How are you feeling today, Annie?” Mary asked. “Tired,” Annie replied. “I know you say it does me good to walk outside, but today I’m afraid I haven’t the energy for it.” “That’s all right, Annie,” Mary reassured her. “Let me open the windows at least and get some fresh air in for you. I’ve got another bottle of that tonic you like.” Mary dosed Annie, helped her bathe in the wash basin, and combed her hair before tucking her into her newly changed bed with tea and biscuits. “Rest now,” Mary told her as Annie shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Mary’s final appointment of the day was at the Martins’ farm to check on Mrs. Martin and weigh the newborn twin boys who Mary had delivered herself just fourteen days before. This visit in particular gave Mary cause for worry. Not so much the twins themselves—they were both putting on weight nicely and had hearty lungs they kept in good order with constant roaring. No, the rest of the family concerned Nurse Grey. The birth of the twins had brought the total number of children at the farm to nine, all crowded together on top of one another. From the moment she entered the home, Mary was met with the smell of dirty nappies and unwashed dishes. Without electricity, plumbing, or running water, it was difficult to maintain even the most basic level of sanitation in the home. Mrs. Martin had dark circles around her eyes, like someone had smeared coal there, and a dull, blank stare. Her hair was tangled as a bird’s nest and she had a nasty cough as well. She was uncommunicative and answered questions with just a “yes” or “no.” Finally, Nurse Grey had directed her questions to the eldest girl, Libby. Libby informed Mary that her mother hadn’t slept for days thanks to the twins’ constant bawling, and she had seemed off her food as well. Thirteen-year-old Libby had more or less taken charge of the household and the care of her younger siblings. Mr. Martin had not been present during the interview, and Eliza volunteered that her father had been spending less time than ever at home since the twins were born. His hours minding the farm had always been long, but now it seemed he didn’t come home most nights at all. Rather he went to The Mud Crab or slept in the barn, finding it more comfortable than the Martin household at present. Looking at the dirt and grime around her, as the twins began to bawl once more, Nurse Grey understood why. Still, the absence of a father and husband in the home was only making things worse. “Is there anyone who could come and help your mum? A neighbor perhaps? Or family?” Libby thought a moment. “Aunt Amy,” she said. “She’s Mum’s sister and she works as a housekeeper in Anchester.” Anchester was a market town some six miles distant. “Would we have to send a message in person, or does she have a phone?” Nurse Grey asked. “The house she works at has a phone,” Libby replied. “Good! Do you know the number?” Libby shook her head. “That’s all right. Directory can probably find you the number as long as you know who and where her employer is.” “I know that,” Libby stated firmly. “Then run down to the call box by the post office. Here are some coins for the phone. Tell your aunt to come here as quickly as possible, assuming she can get the time off.” Libby turned to go, and Mary called after her, “Remember to wear your mittens!” Nurse Grey spent the next few hours doing her best to clean up around the household, having one of the children draw her water from outside, and delegating tasks of sweeping, mopping, and laundry. A hearty new fire was built to warm the place up a bit. The twins were fed, bathed, and changed. Meanwhile, Mrs. Martin was given hot tea and put to bed for some much-needed sleep. As Mary started making porridge for supper, Libby returned. “I spoke to Aunt Amy and she spoke to her employer. She’ll be here tomorrow.” “That’s wonderful news! But we will have to keep an eye on your mum’s cough too,” Mary told Libby. “If it gets any worse or lasts much longer, she may need to see a doctor.” Libby nodded, though she did not look happy. “Doctors are expensive, ma’am.” Nurse Grey sympathized. “I know. Hopefully, though, once your mum gets some rest, she will start to get better on her own. Make sure she rests by the fire and drinks lots of hot tea.” By the time Mary left the Martins’, it was nearly time for the public meeting. And while Mary Grey was no native to Illhenny, a district nurse should always try to stay appraised of matters within the local community. She rushed to attend and managed to get in the doors of the local dance hall just before the meeting began. It seemed half of Illhenny was crammed into the room, seated in rickety folding chairs, and Mary despaired of finding a seat. “Hey, Nurse Grey, come you here!” Caleb Barnaby gestured to Mary to join him on a bench and somehow managed to squeeze in room for her. “Thank you, Caleb.” “I may need you before the night is out,” Caleb told her. Mary looked around. The walls of the hall were still decorated with the cheap paper and tinsel from the last dance. The wooden floor was scuffed from constant use over the years, and the air permeated with the smells of resin, varnish, and dried sweat. At the far end of the hall, at a makeshift podium, stood Lord Pool, darkly handsome in a Savile Row suit. Next to him stood a remarkably fair young man wearing cream colored linen slacks, with white-blond hair that he’d grown out to a shocking degree. There was also a large free-standing presentation desk; recognizable from the form, but with a curtain drawn hiding the main display. “That must be Lord Pool’s friend,” Mary noted. Caleb gave a rude snort. “Looks like a poofter to me,” he grumbled. “London’s full of nancy boys and perverts.” Mary ignored this and waved to Mrs. Simpson across the room. At last, as the conversations in the seats built in a crescendo of curiosity, Lord Pool stood up to a microphone and, after a few staticky attempts, was able to make himself heard throughout the hall. “I imagine,” he began, “you’re all wondering why I’ve called this meeting. Well, the reason is because I have decided to partake in an investment opportunity. And the opportunity in question directly involves all of you. As most of you well know, my family has been here for centuries. We consider ourselves deeply rooted within this community, and that its fortunes and ours are intertwined.” Lord Pool paused and looked around the room meaningfully. Not a whisper was to be heard. “Which is why it truly grieves me to say that Illhenny has for some years been in a state of decline.” Voices rose in a sudden murmur throughout the room. “Oh, it’s no one’s fault,” he continued, “but neither the fishing or agriculture around here are what they once were, and mining’s long gone. To survive, Illhenny must adapt with the times, which is why it is my great pleasure to introduce you to my old and dear friend, Anthony West, who happens to be one of England’s most promising young architects. Anthony?” The blond man was passed the microphone and Lord Pool stepped aside, and then, to Mary’s surprise, left the podium altogether. It was almost as if he was fleeing the scene. Anthony West stared at a crowd full of strangers, eyeing him suspiciously, without quailing. “As Edgar—I mean Lord Pool—just told you, I’m an architect,” Anthony began, “and I’m proud to announce that my next project will be—” He put his hands on the display case and drew away the curtain. “—a grand, new seaside resort, right here in your community!” Now visible were schematics for a very modern looking hotel in the Art Deco style, all windows and curved white walls, with a huge veranda positioned right along the beach. There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the whole hall exploded. “What about noise?” someone shouted. “What about all the new traffic?” Mrs. Simpson fretted. “We’ll be overrun with tourists,” Mr. Wilberforce lamented, and there came a chorus of agreement. “You bastard!” Caleb Barnaby had risen to his feet, his face as red as a tomato, and screamed at Anthony West. “I knew something was up. I knew you were no good just looking at you! And I was right! You’re going to ruin this town!” “Ruin it?” Anthony West was indignant. “I’m saving it!” Mary noticed that Lord Pool was nowhere in sight. “Bollocks! You’d turn this place into nothing more than a watering hole for rich fops like yourself!” The assertion on Caleb’s part prompted a resounding “aye” across the room. “Yes, well, better your town had a few more fops like me than drunken oafs like yourself,” Anthony retorted frostily. Caleb started striding to the podium. “Wait a minute. What’s he doing?” Anthony wondered aloud. “I’ll teach you a good lesson,” Caleb snarled, and young Mr. West looked alarmed. Fortunately, at that moment, Constable Evans intervened and manually escorted Caleb away. The meeting broke up in a general disorder.

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Born and raised in Pittsburgh, the Carnegie Library in Oakland was always my second home. I was diagnosed as being a high functioning autistic in college. I hold a useless double major in English literature and creative writing. I’ve worked at nonprofit agencies, in food service, and most recently as a dog-walker/petsitter but the siren song of writing keeps pulling me back into its dark grip. I have co-authored a book on women in the US Senate with Billy Herzig, self-published The Dog-Walking Diaries, and in 2020 my first novel Sarah Crow was published by One Idea Press. I live in my hometown Pittsburgh with my better half, Smoky the Cat.

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A Lady of Embers by Erin O’Kane


Title: A Lady of Embers
Series: Fires of Fae Series Book 1
Author: Erin O’Kane
Genre: Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance
Release Date: June 11, 2021


After a long war between the elves and humans, Morrowmer is a land full of divided people.

Finally free from decades of captivity, Annalise, a high elf, is on the run.

Moving from refugee camp to refugee camp, she keeps to herself. These places are dangerous, especially for an elf. One night, the camp is attacked by strange, ferocious beasts. She should flee, but when she stops to save a human, she alters her fate forever.

Stolen and taken to a new land, she discovers there is so much more going on than she first thought. A great darkness is about to descend on the Fae Lands and she might be the only one who can save them all.

Can Annalise rise from the ashes of her past and become the person she was born to be?

*This is slow burn reverse harem and is aimed at readers 18+. There are some scenes that some readers may find upsetting.





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Erin lives in England and until recently worked part time in Healthcare, and the rest of her time as a self published author, who started writing in 2018. In the summer of 2020 she was able to become a full time author!

With so many stories and worlds in her head, she wrote for years but never showed anyone, until she started Beta reading for a new author who encouraged her to share her stories. The rest is history!

Her first book was Hunted by Shadows, book one in the Shadowborn series. Since then she has gone on to co-write with K. A. Knight and Loxley Savage.

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Kit Nelson was thrown into the world of demons and cults as a child. He’s learned to depend on no one, and to do all he can to keep himself safe from dark forces. If he wants to survive, he can’t trust anyone else with his life. He knows what the demons who hunt him have in mind for him, and he’ll fight it every step of the way. Tommy Smythe and his sister Lola have been fighting what they know is a rising tide of evil for years. They’re prepared with all their paranormal weaponry, including the assistance of an ancient god who has fought demons his whole existence. Tutu, the Egyptian god and Master of Demons has chosen Tommy to be his vessel and his sword when needed to destroy any and all demons. A new threat ripples through the dark underworld, one that will be felt across all mankind. A demon has chosen one whose body he will use to return to the land of the living. But only if Kit, Tommy, and Lola can’t stop him. Only Tutu has the power and knowledge to protect them from the demon Rerek, and he also knows even with his help, this is not going to be an easy battle to win. Welcome to the dark world of Malicious Gods: Egypt. A collection of mm standalone modern tales, both magical and non-magical, featuring deities from Ancient Egypt. You’ll find reincarnated Gods, assassins, gangs, madness, and different realities. Expect high heat and morally ambiguous themes. Seductive and often twisted, they are not for the faint hearted. #mmromancereads #preordernow

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Rio and Caden met under harsh circumstances when they were both teenagers trying to survive on their own. Together, they raised Rio’s brother and sister and have created a great life for them all filled with lots of love and warmth. But just one thing is missing. Together they’ve made a family for themselves, and now they have a chance to add one more—a child of their own. When Caden’s sister offers to be their surrogate they’re overjoyed. Now if they can navigate nine months of pregnancy hormones, morning sickness, and mood-swings everything will be easy. Until one little newborn arrives and keeps them busier than they ever imagined possible. Nine months seemed tough, but the first twelve will be even more challenging. Just like every other challenge they’ve faced they’ll do it together, and they’ll do it with love.

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Two months after his rescue from his kidnapper, Elias Kane still grieves the death of his father Alexander, Ardan’s archenemy. Anchored in the past, refusing any form of help from those around him, the boy undermines his younger brother Abernathy’s efforts to adjust to life at The Base – until the true nature of his father is revealed in all its horror.

When a gang war threatens to breakout on the streets of Chicago, the Lombardi family leader Everett Isbell-Manfredi sends Riley and his other adoptive sons to the safety of The Base. Here, the young man decides to finally unite his destiny with his boyfriend Rowan, who accepts his marriage proposal. The couple has a bright future ahead…until a revelation about his past shakes Riley to his very core.

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Hudson Tanner is content working as an English teacher and grading papers every night. Organized and orderly is the name of the game. He doesn’t expect much to change when a friend gives him the opportunity to dog sit for a week. He couldn’t be more wrong when a gorgeous free-spirit turns his world upside down and has him floating on cloud f.i.n.e.

Oakley Russo lives life to the fullest and flies by the seat of his pants. He’s easygoing and without a care in the world. While he does odd jobs and bartends at a local pub, woodworking is his real passion. Surprising his sister a bit early for their planned visit sounds like just the ticket until fate decides to test his resolve the minute he walks through the door.  

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Rebecca Thein

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The first thing I noticed about the man guarding the cake at my brother’s wedding reception was his skill with a makeup brush – how he’d accentuated his eyes with glitter. Those eyes. They beckoned, yet when I accepted their invitation, the man behind them turned away. Hmmm…intriguing.

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Savage Storm by Naomi Porter

Title: Savage Storm
Duet Title: Knight’s Legion MC Duet 
Author: Naomi Porter
Genre: Steamy Romance, MC Romance 
Release Dates: June 16, 2021

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Mayhem is coming for the Knight’s Legion MC…

Madeline. My Angel.
The light to my darkness.

As President of the Knight’s Legion MC, death and destruction come with the territory—this club is my life.

Then she comes along and casts a spell on me with her innocent blue eyes. A healing balm to my soul. Powerful enough to chase away my demons.

Caught up in an MC war is no place for a wholesome kindergarten teacher. No place for an Angel. What if she sees the savage monster in me?

But walking away isn’t an option. From the first touch, I’m doomed. Swallowed up by her goodness.

Claiming Madeline is the only way to keep her safe. And make her mine.

Warning: A heart-wrenching cliffhanger ahead. A HEA is waiting for you in Avenging Angel.
This series does contain dark elements. Reader discretion advised.











Naomi Porter always had a knack for storytelling, and she’s finally putting pen to paper to share with you, the reader. Whether she is trying to stay warm in the freezing winter weather or cool in the sweltering heat, she’s pounding away at the keys of her laptop to bring you the latest gritty motorcycle club romance or decadent billionaire saga, or an outlandish, heart-stopping sexy drama.

No matter what story she’s telling, you can bet it has sexy as sin men, sassy and confident women, and plenty of sizzling passion. Enter Naomi’s naughty world today!



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