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Can their love survive his deepest secrets? Dawn is immediately attracted to bad boy Revikk and surrenders to her fiery impulses. Confident and skilled, Revikk satisfies. But with every layer Revikk reveals about his past, Dawn must decide whether it spikes her attraction or her fear.

Dawn

A year ago, I never would have dreamed I’d approach a male like Revikk for a fling. Being abducted and held hostage changes people—it certainly changed me. When I decided I needed pleasure in my life, the hunky rogue seemed the perfect choice.

Revikk

I was irrevocably broken. No, not just broken—ruined. My dreams were small: stay hidden from my enemies, eke out a living, and keep my demons at bay. Charming Dawn with her beautiful smiles and quick wit changed everything. She made me want more. For a moment, she even made me believe I could be more.

If you like alpha aliens who learn to love themselves on the journey to bonding with their feisty females, join Revikk and Dawn on their adventure through the galaxy as they purloin credits, right wrongs, and discover their place is with each other.

This is the third in Pinnacle Award winning author Alana Khan’s Sanctuary series. This standalone romance contains no cheating and guarantees a happily ever after as well as steamy, sensual scenes. One-click to start your journey today. For readers 18+.

Trigger warning: The hero has a history of abuse that may trigger some readers.

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Do you really want to know I have the cutest ragdoll cat in the world? Aren’t you more interested in the sexy books I write for fun? Why do I write? Because I can’t stop. I keep meaning to buy a bumper sticker that says, “I’d rather be writing.” My sexy heroes inhabit my dreams and insist I put their love stories on the page. Most of my books happen in outer space, but the emotions and struggles could happen to anyone. Well, not the villains who look like snakes, or the spaceships, or the lion-men, or… well okay, maybe none of this could happen to you. But you can go there with me when you read my books. Join my newsletter for cover reveals, free chapters, deleted scenes, and weekly giveaways. www.alanakhan.com

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Ground of Resurrection

Title: Ground of Resurrection

Series: Wizard Wars, Book Two

Author: Mell Eight

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 10/11/2021

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 21900

Genre: Fantasy, LGBTQIA+, anthropomorphic, farming, gods, immortal, magic-users, royalty

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Dare used to be the kind of person everyone wanted to be around, the man friends begged to attend their events and relished in his company. However, that was when he was a prince. Now that he’s been captured and confined to the prairie, he’s become the person everyone hates, and it’s a hate he believes he deserves. But he can’t help hoping he might find at least one friend. Magic has a convoluted way of answering wishes, and unfortunately, the answer to Dare’s wish might destroy the prairie and every last thing he still holds dear.

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Ground of Resurrection Mell Eight © 2021 All Rights Reserved Dare hadn’t been given a choice about living on the prairie, but he was doing his best to embrace the life he had. Admittedly, he admired the way of life the villages had created over the last ten years he had been living among them, traveling from village to village. They had grown from separate entities to a cohesive whole that worked together to ensure their survival on the harsh prairie. His life now was completely different from his pampered childhood. Oakville was the only village on the prairie with access to a forest. The trees were tall and stately and had a nasty habit of lifting their roots out of the ground to trip people as they were walking by. Over the last three weeks, while visiting Oakville, Dare learned to automatically raise his feet high as he walked so he didn’t faceplant. The villagers were only allowed to cut down a few trees a week with the permission of the prairie. Dare had become part of a very convoluted dance. Every spring, the villagers collected seedlings that had been blown out onto the prairie the previous fall. Those seedlings wouldn’t survive the summer buried underneath the tall grass. Then, before chopping down anything in the forest, the villagers asked the prairie which trees were suitable. Cutting the trees could be harrowing in a forest that had been known to fight back on occasion. The villagers planted one of the seedlings where each old tree used to stand, where they would grow to replace the trees the villagers took. All the cut wood was eventually distributed throughout the villages in the prairie so they could continue building whatever new homes and businesses they needed. In return, Laketown and Farmtown sent the food they produced. Every village had a purpose on the prairie; as long as Oakville continued to send wood out to the other villages, they would in turn receive the things they needed. If only the villagers had chosen to be equally pragmatic about Dare’s presence. “Here’s the rations you worked for,” Olaf said as he ambled into the cleared area. He was careful not to step on any of the seedlings Dare had just planted. Dare took the bag Olaf was holding out to him. A quick glance inside showed a large loaf of bread, a smaller wheel of cheese, and some leafy green things poking out below that. Dare wasn’t surprised there wasn’t any meat in the bag. Livestock were needed to pull the heavy trees; there weren’t any whose meat could be sacrificed for food. A new village was in the process of being constructed where all sorts of livestock—oxen for the plows and wagons, chickens for eggs, cows and goats for milk and cheese, and sheep for wool—would be kept. With an active surplus from that village being sent out to all the villages, more animals could be used solely for the meat. Until then, Dare and the rest of the villagers lived on a vegetarian diet. “I was hoping to spend the night and leave in the morning,” Dare began but stopped when Olaf shook his head in denial. “It’s past time for you to move on to another village, boy,” Olaf said firmly. He turned and walked away, leaving Dare alone in the forest. The rest of the people he had been working with had snuck off while Olaf was talking. Dare let out a heavy sigh. He would never get used to this. The feelings of abandonment, the churning in his stomach, and the tightness in his chest every time he thought he might be welcomed but was sent away instead. It hurt so very much, but at least he had learned not to cry about it. Of course, he understood why. He had been a terrible little shit his first year on the prairie. He may have been eighteen years old at the time, but the way he had acted, he might as well have been a child. He had somehow managed to grow up during the last ten years, but the damage had already been done. Dare was a prisoner of war. Before that, he had lived a life of luxury with his every want and need catered for him. As the prince and heir of the throne of Ammet, the kingdom to the north of the prairie lands, he had been spoiled horribly. Political machinations by the Wizard’s Council that helped rule Ammet had convinced King Mitchell, Dare’s father, to include Dare with the invading troops sent to subdue the prairie. The invasion had failed with terrible consequences. Nearly a thousand men and women had been eaten by the prairie, but Dare had been saved to be a pawn in his uncle Russell’s revenge plan and abandoned in First Village. Going from luxury to learning how to earn rations had been completely lost on him. When food wasn’t delivered at regular mealtimes, he had thrown tantrum after tantrum until he’d almost starved to death. George, the leader of First Village, had literally tied him to a chair and spoon-fed him soup until Dare recovered. Then George had put a small, palm-sized basket, woven from thick grass, into Dare’s hands and told Dare to fill the basket with precious stones. One full basket meant three meals each day. Dare had done it, not realizing that leaving the village to walk in the wild prairie was one of the most dangerous jobs in the entire village. He had gotten food and he had watched and learned the way the village worked. Everyone had a task to accomplish each day to earn their keep. No one, George included, was simply given anything for free. Learning the ways of the prairie was a painfully slow process, but Dare had eventually done it. His airs and spoiled attitude had taken years to throw away. He had felt freer ever since, but by the time the lessons had hit home, it was far too late for him to be accepted. His poor behavior early on had ensured that. The younger kids in First Village used to dare each other who could prank Dare the worst. Stealing his clothes on washing day and forcing him to return to the village naked. Running into him when he had a full basket, often stealing the basket and the gemstones he had filled it with and ensuring he wasn’t eligible for food the next day. Eventually, they had grown in both age and ability, and Dare had to learn how to defend himself against knife attacks. The dares grew worse and worse until Dare had fled from First Village in desperation. Yet, the stories of his terrible attitude had spread. He took a new name—he was no longer Prince Michael, even in his own mind, and calling himself Dare seemed poignant after all he had suffered—but people still knew him regardless of what he called himself. He traveled from village to village, staying in each one for only as long as his extra pair of hands and strong back were useful, until he was sent on his way again. After five years living in First Village and five years wandering, Dare wasn’t welcome anywhere. If Dare had thought he could survive on his own, he would have abandoned the villages well before now, striking out into the prairie, but there was no food in the prairie, so he needed the villages. Well, Dare thought firmly to himself as he tucked his bag of food into his pack with his other personal belongings. That’s life now. Where should I go next? He pulled his sword belt down from the low branch he had hung it on that morning and settled it into place around his hips. The last vestiges of his previous life hung in his sword. He wasn’t trained to use a knife, and his magic wasn’t offensive in nature, only defensive: a sword kept him safe so Dare held on to it. He hadn’t been east in a while. Over a year had passed since he had last worked for a few short weeks at the village near the Great Bone Canyon. Hopefully, they would be ready to stomach having him nearby for a while again. Dare took a deep breath, then turned so his back was to the setting sun and started walking

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When Mell Eight was in high school, she discovered dragons. Beautiful, wondrous creatures that took her on epic adventures both to faraway lands and on journeys of the heart. Mell wanted to create dragons of her own, so she put pen to paper. Mell Eight is now known for her own soaring dragons, as well as for other wonderful characters dancing across the pages of her books. While she mostly writes paranormal or fantasy stories, she has been seen exploring the real world once or twice.

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Far From Home

Title: Far from Home

Author: Vincent Traughber Meis

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 10/11/2021

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: No Romance, Male/Male, Female/Female

Length: 62800

Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, Age-gap, Athlete, Gender-bending, Illness/disease, In the closet, Interracial, Intercultural, Medical personnel, Political, Psychic ability, Pandemic, Teaching, Travel, UST

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Far from Home is a collection of twelve short stories, taking the reader on a journey from the desert sands of the Middle East to a forbidden Caribbean island, and many points in between. Though two of the stories are set in the U.S., others find gay people dealing with gayness in Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Spain, Turkey, Cuba, Mexico, and the Netherlands, places where the characters are physically and psychologically far from the comfort of home. Most of the stories focus on Gay men suffering alienation, confusion, violence, and loss in the eternal search for love while they travel or live in other cultures. The overall focus is on LGBTQ people as they venture out into the world.

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Far From Home Vincent Traughber Meis© 2021 All Rights Reserved It’s a coffee-colored afternoon: thick, murky, unsweetened, bitter, poured in a long stream from a dallah, hot but cooling rapidly. The air is the color of cardamom seeds, their skin, their eyes. This time of day the same dull brown coats the inside of his head after a rising time of 4:30 a.m., fumbling in darkness to strangle the alarm. He sees the days, weeks, months stretched out in front of him, a path paved in riyals, leading him through the wan desert and, he hopes, toward an oasis. Or is it only a mirage? How much longer does he have to be in the Kingdom? He glances at his watch, calculating the amount of money he has made in the last hour, a pittance compared to the CEO of the international company he works for, though for him and his pre-Saudi life, a fortune. A thunderstorm that morning flashed out of the murky sky, pummeling this flat wide expanse of beach with a long rain. Rainstorms in the desert are a new phenomenon for him. For days a ceiling has pressed down lower and lower, alternately dropping and holding back its holy water, instantly sullied by its touching of the land. A chain of dirty puddles formed upon a resistant ground, hurrying to stagnation, calling mosquitoes to come perform their pagan rituals of breeding. Garbage, carried by the wind, strewn across the sand, has summoned flies and maggot producers of all types. He steps gingerly toward the sea, avoiding broken bottles and rusting cans, happily less vulnerable in his sneakers than the Saudis in their sandals. His eyes squint against the gritty air, and pluck from this soiled landscape a man of fine features, an apparition, his white shalwar kameez fluttering in the breeze, bushy dark hair uncovered, not Saudi, Urdu speaker most likely by his attire. But he is real. His beckoning smile cleans the air and calms the American’s rancor, transforming it to the far more dangerous trap of desire. What had he been angry about? He doesn’t remember. No doubt a minor annoyance due to an inexplicable part of his host country’s culture. “Hello,” the man says, tugging lightly on his thick mustache. “Where you from?” “American, and you?” “Pakistani. I am Adil.” They shake hands. “I’m Mark.” Adil releases his hand and touches his heart. “Nice to meet you,” he says in a beguiling accent. The sun attempts to burn its way through the cloud cover, but the Pakistani’s black eyes are already shining, providing light. “What you do?” “Just walking.” “Me, too. Watch out.” He points out a piece of glass. He’s wearing dressy black boots. “My day off I come here to visit friends.” “From where?” “Jubail. I work there. And you?” “I’m at the Navy base. I teach English.” “Oh, maybe you help me with my English.” Eyebrows rise high above his smile, white teeth, suggesting an exchange of some sort. “We go have coffee?” “Yes, but please, no Arabic coffee.” “Ha ha. Maybe you like it sweet.” They walk back to the corniche and cross to the shopping center on the other side. Just inside the entrance to the bustling center with a lofty roof of skylights is a café, tables between planters filled with lush plastic plants. They order cappuccinos and sit in the male section separated from the smaller family section where several women sit, black shadows of human form you can see through the latticework dividers if you are so inclined. Adil glances toward the family section. “Are you married?” It is always one of the first questions. Trick question. Mark wonders what the correct answer is. He can say he was, but he’s divorced now. Or never married. He decides on a simple no. “And you?” “Not yet. I work here to finish my contract, then I go back and get married.” He shows his pearly white teeth again. He’s old enough to have crow’s feet, a few strands of gray in his hair. He wears the kameez open halfway down, his hairy chest peeking above his tank top. A man in Western clothes, Mediterranean looks, passes by, looks up, and shouts an angry threat. The pigeon takes flight as do several others who have been cooing on the rafters. The man goes to the counter and asks for a napkin, brushes his shoulder. Adil laughs. “Maybe is good luck for him,” Adil says. “Let’s go for a drive. Prayer call is coming.” “You have a car?” “Yes. You surprised?” “No. That’s cool.” Mark, despite being much higher in the hierarchy of foreign workers, relies on public transportation. As they exit, Adil puts his hand lightly on Mark’s lower back, entreating him to go first out of the cool into heat. The sun has made a brief appearance but is dropping behind the layer of haze, perpetually lounging on the horizon. They walk side by side. High in the minaret a speaker crackles and a voice begins. It is the Asr prayer call. “You don’t go to the mosque?” Adil turns to Mark with a smirk. “Not today.” “Why not today?” “Because I meet a new friend.” Movement surrounds them as shops close. Screeching metal doors slide down tight tracks cutting through the damp air, sounding like screams until they are drowned by the sudden shot-like explosion of the fully extended doors striking the pavement. From across the street comes the clang of gates brought together and the eerie rattle of a chain joining them in a clumsy embrace. The sounds echo up and down the block as a car speeds by on the corniche, honking at each intersection sending shadowy figures scurrying, gripping more tightly the plastic shopping bags dangling from their wrists. Men duck into cars and alleys as the scarves on their heads flap with the sudden haste. “Come on,” says Adil as he picks up the pace, and a short time later stops at a car. “Ta da!” It is not pretty. The white Nissan is several years old and suffering from the sea air. “This is my baby. Don’t laugh.” They get on the road out into the desert. Mark has no idea where they’re going or if he’ll ever make it back, something he tries not to think about as he sits in the death seat with a mad Pakistani at the wheel. Adil reaches over and opens the glove compartment. “Look in there. Poems I wrote. Go ahead. Look.”

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Vincent Traughber Meis started writing plays as a child in the Midwest and cajoled his sisters to act in performing them for neighbors. In high school, one of his short stories won a local contest sponsored by the newspaper. After graduating from college, he worked on a number of short stories and began his first novel. In the 1980’s and 90’s he published a number of pieces, mostly travel articles in publications such as, The Advocate, LA Weekly, In Style, and Our World. His travels have inspired his five novels, all set at least partially in foreign countries: Eddie’s Desert Rose (2011), Tio Jorge (2012), and Down in Cuba (2013), Deluge (2016) and Four Calling Burds (2019). Tio Jorge received a Rainbow Award in the category of Bisexual Fiction in 2012. Down in Cuba received two Rainbow Awards in 2013. Recently stories have been published in three collections: WITH:New Gay Fiction, Best Gay Erotica Vol 1 and Best Gay Erotica Vol 4. He lives in San Leandro, CA with his husband.

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Deranged

Title: Deranged

Author: Jennifer Claire

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 10/11/2021

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 56200

Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, dark, demons, friends to lovers, paranormal, new adult, polyamory

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When three girls are bound by more than just their weight, they find out that their destinies are darker than they expected. A corruption lies deep within their souls that no one expected to find there, and the trauma of it unleashes an evil from within that none of them can endure alone. Together, they might just prevail against the encroaching flames.

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Deranged Jennifer Claire © 2021 All Rights Reserved Kaitlyn “Eat your meat, please, Katie.” I glared at her over the metal of my fork that I was using to push the food around on my plate. There she went again, always trying to sound more and more like a mother every day. But she would never sound like my mother. No one ever would. At least I had gotten through the green beans on my plate, which was something. But they had been shaken in a dish of brown sugar, making them taste like candy, and I’ve never had a problem with candy. I couldn’t help but go over and over again in my head how many calories were in each cut of that steak that they had chosen to waste on me. There was no way I could eat it. My photographer had told me I was perfect just the way I was. He had come to my door that night, gone inside to find me, and died, along with everyone else I ever loved and cared about. The nightmares haunted me do this every day. I still imagined this guy being with me, but I had never been in love, so I don’t know where that one thought in particular came from. There I go again, losing track of what I was thinking about. “Katie?” “It’s Kaitlyn,” I corrected her for the jillionth time, finally putting my fork down to look at her fully. She thought she knew me, but she didn’t. “Hun, no agency is going to offer you a job unless you take proper care of yourself!” “You don’t know that!” I growled. She didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. “Katie, please.” She stood up straighter so she wasn’t leaning across the table, just as she was always telling me to do. “I’m your aunt and I love you, but there’s only so much I can put up with… Katie, you used to be such a kind girl before all this, what happened to you—” She came to a dramatic halt at the end of her sentence, as if only by speaking those words aloud did she realize what they meant. “I guess it’s too bad I didn’t love you, even then.” That was cruel and I knew it. But I didn’t care or regret it. I pulled the plate off the table until it fell and shattered at my feet, making a mess of foods and their juices over the gray tiled floor. Giving her one last icy glare, I stormed up to my room. My aunt was knocking on my door again. And this time I didn’t know of how else to make her go away but to swing the door open as fast as I could while yelling back, “What?” The action was too fast and made my head spin, but I pushed through the dark spots that swam through my vision just to hear what she had to say. “Katie? Sweetheart, you’re sick. Please, we need to talk about this some time.” I rolled my eyes and went to slam the door again, but the breeze from having shut the door so quickly made the door shut slowly and gave her enough time to put both a hand and foot in the way. “No.” Her voice was firm, done with my bullshit. But she wasn’t as fierce as she thought she was with tears trickling from the corners of her eyes. It gave me a small, strange glee that kept me going. “I am not just going to sit around and watch you starve yourself and waste away into nothing!” I shrugged. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just leave and stop caring, and you won’t have to watch.” If I wasn’t “sick” as she liked to call my disorder, auntie Stephanie would’ve slapped me, right across the face, but she held herself back for more of her own sake than for mine. “Katie? I’m only going to say this to you once. The doctors are coming tomorrow on the bus. And if they agree with me that you’re sick? You’re going with them so they can help you get better.” Letting go of the door, I crossed my arms. “I’m sorry, but was that a question? You wanna fight me on this so badly? Fine. But if they come and they see how paranoid you are? I’m not the one going to the funny farm.” “It’s not that kind of place, Katie. They’re there to help you, not cage you.” I wished I could’ve found fault in what she was saying, but I really couldn’t. So instead of fighting, I lessened my scolding view of her and reached out to shake her hand. “Deal.” « Gabriella As I sat in the tub, my blood colored the water. This was the third time I had been caught trying to kill myself in four months, and no one could understand why. As if having to stand outside of your family home at fifteen and watch as everyone you love inside cries out and burns alive isn’t reason enough to want to die yourself. I had refused to eat since then and had to be medically forced through a tube surgically placed to feed nutrition into my stomach, but no one expected me to want to die so badly that I would go through the pain of pulling it out myself. As I languished in the water, arms reached down to drag me from the bathtub. « Makenna “Pirouette! Pirouette! Pirouette!” Mrs. Heather clapped in time to the music as I turned. She was midway through adding another pirouette to her chanting when my ankle gave out beneath me, and I was spinning and falling at the same time toward the hard dusty floor of the stage. I must have fainted after having hit the floor, although I hadn’t banged my head or anything, but by the time I came back to, I was in the hospital with a hardened cast set around my foot. The first thing I noticed was the pretty blue signature written across the cast, which made me fall back onto the bed with laughter. People scurried into the room at the sound, mistaking it for crying. They only relaxed when they came all the way over to see my face. “Micky! You scared us half to death!” Charlotte—Mrs. Heather’s daughter and one of my only friends— was in the room. Not that I knew how that had occurred, since she was neither there when it happened, nor was she any family of mine. “Sorry, I thought I had it—” She jumped in all angry again before I could go on to tell her why it was that I thought I had messed it up. “Not the spinning, stupid! The doctor said you were dehydrated, and there wasn’t enough muscle in your ankle to support your weight!” I wanted to yell back, to tell her she didn’t have to be so loud and so rude, but even my eyes were lighting up with moisture that burned every time I blinked. She stopped when the first tear fell to walk closer and wrap her arms around my neck. I squeezed back, but I barely ruffled the fabric of her sweatshirt. “You need help,” she cried into my hair, then a sad sound, something akin to laughter escaped me, as she added, “Or we’re never going to get to go on that road trip we’ve been promising Sammy all our lives. Got it?” I noticed Mrs. Heather then, standing just at the foot of the bed with a hand resting on the cast. She had given me so much since the fire. If I could give her, and Charlotte, anything back, it would be this. “Okay. I will.”

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Jennifer Claire is a debut author from Ontario, Canada. She enjoys writing dark urban fantasy along with romance contemporary, and when she’s not reading, can usually be found reading YA or Epic Fantasy novels.

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Trials

Title: Trials

Series: Crossing Nuwa, Book Two

Author: Sean Ian O’Meidhir, Connal Braginsky

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 10/11/2021

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 50700

Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, shifter, shapeshifter, snake shifter, mage, interracial, hacker, conspiracy, wizard, rescue, bear, technomage, paranormal, urban fiction, snake, weresnake, plus sized, personal growth, Thanksgiving

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With the help of technomage and hacker Theo, rare snake shifter Robbie escaped his mother and clan, who planned to use him as breeding stock. While still working to break through the conditioning and mind control of his past, Robbie is enjoying exploring a new relationship with the worldlier Theo. But their fight isn’t over yet. A trip to his aunt’s house for Thanksgiving is highjacked by political intrigue, leaving the couple wondering who their friends really are. They cannot help but be drawn into larger plots while trying to find justice for Robbie at his mother’s trial. When clan rivalries turn deadly, they’ll need their allies—and each other—more than ever. This is the second book in the Crossing Nüwa series and a continuation of Robbie and Theo’s growth and struggles.

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Trials Sean Ian O’Meidhir, Connal Braginsky © 2021 All Rights Reserved Chapter One THEO Enjoying the weightlessness as the plane lifted into the air, I studied my boyfriend as he excitedly watched the world shrink below us. His enthusiasm for everything sent sympathetic thrills through me, and I was soon grinning. It had been an unexpectedly blissful couple of months with only one small hiccup. A week after Robbie moved in, for some strange reason I felt the need to define the parameters of our relationship. It was a first for both of us. Many firsts. I was his first everything; he was my first boyfriend. I can’t remember how the conversation started but vaguely recall me saying that I’d like to get some clarification. “We haven’t really talked about us.” “What do you mean?” he had asked, his lips naturally curved curiously. One of the things I learned was that Robbie is never plagued with the same doubts about relationships that it seems like the rest of us have. Or at least that I have had my entire life. He’s wholesome, and I know how that sounds, but it’s true. His very nature is one of trust and acceptance. He had never experienced any doubt until I stupidly said, “Well, exclusivity, monogamy, I don’t know. Just curious what you want.” “I don’t understand. You’re my boyfriend…” Though his curiosity had turned to confusion, I pressed on. “Yeah, but that’s for now. I just don’t want you to feel held back. You know, if you want to bang someone and—” He shook his head, his confusion intensifying and darkening into something else. “Why are you saying this?” “I just don’t want to break up over—” “Break up? Why…Why would we ever break up?” His emerald eyes had shone with tears that had made my heart immediately ache. I had done that to him. If I live to be a thousand years old, that look will always haunt me. That with a simple and quite stupid misspoken phrase I could hurt him so much. “Why are you frowning?” Robbie took my hand, his voice colored with concern as he lifted me out of my reverie. I chuckled. “Ah, sugar…just remembering how foolish I was.” “You’re gonna have to be more specific,” he said with the sweetest smile that had me falling back laughing. My boyfriend had quickly caught on to sarcasm and the importance of a good burn. I shook my head at myself. “You remember that conversation we had when you first moved in? The one about monogamy?” “Yeah, when you pointed out that I’m only eighteen and had only…how did you put it? ‘Boned one guy’? That you thought you were holding me back?” he asked, relaxing as he settled. “Yeah. That’s it. And you turned it around and asked if you were holding me back.” “And you said no, because you’re a slut who was settling down.” Robbie was on a roll. I laughed again. “Not…quite. Anyway, I was just remembering that.” “I thought your talk with Kat had fixed all that?” he asked curiously. I sat up so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash. Robbie just smiled knowingly. “Oh yeah, I heard the whole thing.” I guess Kat had watched me mope after I left Robbie. I had brought my laptop to the comfortable bucket chair of the custom outdoor patio and plopped down. And I had had no clue Robbie was around. Kat had just settled into the adjacent bucket, tucked her legs up under her, and gave me one of those serene “I’m here to listen” expressions. “Look,” I finally grunted out. “I broached the subject with Robbie that he would probably be moving on from here, from me someday, and wanted to let him know I was fine. Had just… I don’t know, fuck, wanted him to know I’d rather have him bang someone else and not break up.” Her look had mirrored Robbie’s to an extent. Confusion. Sadness. But also compassion and understanding. “You’re afraid of losing him.” It was clearly stated and absolute truth that had cut to the bone. “She told you to get your head out of your ass,” he reminded me of the exact words she went on to say, and I realized he was still holding my hand. I chuckled and tilted my head to him. “Indeed, she did. She said a lot of things…” “Like how your first boyfriend broke your heart?” he said so softly I barely heard it. “We were kids. I thought it was more than it was.” “She pointed out that you were scared of me leaving too,” Robbie said, swallowing hard. A shadow crossed over his eyes. “Yeah,” I admitted lamely. Kat and I had talked about how amazing Robbie was, and she had made me come to terms with the fact that I was a big scared baby. Hell, he had heard all that? “Theo, I know that I’m not worthy of being with you, but I’m glad we’re together,” Robbie said earnestly, causing my heart to drop. “Not worthy—what are you talking about?” “You and Kat. You talked about how amazing you thought I was, but I’m not. I don’t feel like that at all. You’re the amazing one.” Robbie’s eyes lit up, and he gave me that radiant smile he saves just for me. A smile that would often disappear into something more reserved if someone else was around. Patting his hand, I said, “Guess we can both think the other is perfect, huh?” He nodded eagerly, joy returning to his eyes when he leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. I turned my attention to the window, tilting my chin to it, silently acknowledging he should continue his enjoyment of the world outside so I could continue my internal mental review of the last couple of months.

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Sean Ian O’Meidhir is a psychologist who lives in San Francisco, California. Sean is a hedonist who believes in living for today, living every day to the fullest, and enjoying as much as possible. Sean has been gaming since adolescence and has written about and played hundreds of lives, reveling in the chance to take on new personalities, dramas, even disorders. Connal Braginsky is a software engineer who lives in San Diego, California. Diagnosed with high functioning autism, Connal sometimes struggles in social situations, but has an inner world that is always incredibly rich. With an insatiable thirst for knowledge about many esoteric things, Connal brings a lot of personal philosophies and interests to writing.

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Sizzling Chauffeur by Elouise East




Title: Sizzling Chauffeur
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Elouise East
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2021


Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward are excited to bring you the Cocky Hero Club: original works from various authors inspired by Keeland and Ward’s New York Times bestselling Cocky Bastard series.


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Coincidence or fate? Either way, there will be no second guesses…

Louis wants what his parents had: all encompassing love. He never believed he’d find it until a chance meeting with a man in his childhood vacation spot. Unfortunately, a brief encounter is all they have before Mal disappears. When Louis unexpectedly meets up with him again, he refuses to let go, not willing to trust that fate would allow them to meet a third time.

Mal doesn’t begrudge becoming guardian to his sister, but nothing will ever be the same. Especially when he meets the man of his dreams on vacation days before his life is turned upside down. Leaving Louis was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, but he can’t allow someone to get too close and upset the precarious balance of his new responsibilities. However, Fate has other plans.

Does Louis have what it takes to change Mal’s mind?

Sizzling Chauffeur is an M/M contemporary romance inspired by Stuck-Up Suit.







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I am Elouise East but feel free to call me Elli. I write sweet and steamy connections in gay romance. I also touch on taboo stories under the name Elouise R East.
Books that tell the stories where friendship and family are the focal point – be it blood family or chosen – is very important to me. That’s why I include a variety of personalities, talents, ages, situations and abilities as I believe a story needs, or a character needs. I want my characters to be real, to be relatable, to be free to have whatever views they tell me they have. And trust me, most of the time, I do not have any say in the matter!
My characters come to life on the page for me as well as my readers. Their stories unfold in front of me, and I have very little input into how they want to be shown. Just like real life, the lives of my characters change with every choice, every interaction and every conversation. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I write books that are emotionally realistic, even if liberties are taken with other aspects of my stories. I don’t know any other way to write. It comes from deep inside.
Who am I? A single parent to two children who make life worth living. An avid reader who still devours every book she can get her hands on. A student of learning about any subject that takes her fancy. An author of books she would read herself. And a romantic at heart who loves anything cheesy.
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Festive Mayhem 2 (Seven Holiday Culinary Cozy Mysteries) by Paige Sleuth, Francelia Belton, Angela Henry, Rhoda Berlin, Carolyn Marie Wilkins, Barbara Howard, and Stella Oni

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Festive Mayhem 2 (Seven Holiday Culinary Cozy Mysteries) Culinary Cozy Mystery Anthology Independently Published (October 1, 2021) Number of Pages: 215 Digital ASIN : B09HLZCXSZ

Seven crime writers of color have teamed up for the second year running to offer you the gift of escape this holiday season. From Thanksgiving to Christmas, Halloween to New Year’s, cozy mystery fans are bound to find a favorite holiday represented in this limited-time collection of exclusive, never-before-published seasonal short stories. Author Links Paige Sleuth: http://www.marlabradeen.com/ Francelia Belton: https://Francel.Be/Writing-Stories Angela Henry: http://angelahenry.com Rhoda Berlin: https://rhodaberlin.com Carolyn Marie Wilkins: https://www.carolynwilkins.com Barbara Howard: http://www.barbarahowardmedia.com Stella Oni: https://stellaonithewriter.com Purchase Links – Amazon Apple Books: Barnes & Noble: Kobo: Goodreads: a Rafflecopter giveaway https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js TOUR PARTICIPANTS October 15 – I’m All About Books – SPOTLIGHT October 15 – Novels Alive – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE October 15 – Christy’s Cozy Corners – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE October 16 – StoreyBook Reviews – REVIEW October 16 – Cassidy’s Bookshelves – SPOTLIGHT October 16 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – SPOTLIGHT October 17 – Socrates Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT October 17 – #BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog – SPOTLIGHT October 18 – Brooke Blogs – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE October 18 – FUONLYKNEW – SPOTLIGHT October 18 – Jemima Pett, Author – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE October 19 – Celticlady’s Reviews – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE October 19 – Maureen’s Musings – SPOTLIGHT October 20 – Novels Alive – REVIEW October 20 – Literary Gold – SPOTLIGHT October 21 – Cozy Up With Kathy – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE October 21 – Sapphyria’s Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT Have you signed up to be a Tour Host? Click Here to Find Details and Sign Up Today! Additional Banners
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Through Dangerous Doors by Robert Charles Lee

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This is my post during the blog tour for Through Dangerous Doors by Robert Charles Lee.

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Through Dangerous Doors
By Robert Charles Lee
Genre: Non-fiction Memoir
Release Date: June 15, 2021

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In a life defined by risk, Robert Charles Lee experiences a poor and free-ranging childhood in the racist South of the 1960s. After his father dies, the family grows dysfunctional. As a result, teen-age Robert seeks sanity and solace by rock climbing solo and driving cars fast. He wins a scholarship and graduates from university, but still seeks to escape the South.

Moving to Alaska and the Western US, Robert works in a series of dangerous and brutal jobs. He meets and marries Linda, who enjoys climbing and skiing difficult mountains as much as he does. Simultaneously, Robert trains in the science of risk to become a respected professional risk scientist.

Robert shares his remarkable story as he guides the reader through a series of dangerous but rewarding doors, culminating in a vivid journey of adventure and risk.


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Robert Charles Lee is a retired risk scientist with over twenty-five years of academic and applied risk analysis, decision analysis, and risk management experience. He and his wife Linda have climbed hundreds of technical and non-technical mountain, rock, ice, and canyon routes, and hiked thousands of miles in several countries. Lee is also an avid musician and photographer.

For more information, please visit https://robertcharleslee.com.

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