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We were the ultimate example of that couple who can't live with each other, but can't seem to function without each other.
The minute I met Callum Strass at fifteen, I was a goner. We were the golden couple of our high school. The king and queen of prom, the sweethearts voted most likely to get married and have babies, and the absolute idiots who decided to attend the same college.
Because that's when it all fell apart. The naïve, puppy love versions of ourselves couldn't see the obvious cracks we'd had back in our hometown. But they sure revealed themselves when we started living in an off-campus house together with four of our other friends.
Within a semester, blow-out fights, jealousy, every-other-week breakups, and my abandonment issues had him bowing out. Not just on me, but on the house, too. Until our senior year, when his parents refuse to keep paying rent on two places.
So he moves back in, and I'm forced to live with my ex. The one who has ruined all other men for me. The one I still cry myself to sleep at night thinking about. The one who confesses, during a run-in in a dark hallway, that he hates how much he still loves me.
And when he starts dating again, he might as well plunge a knife straight through my heart. Despite our breakup, I'm on the verge of losing him for real this time, and possibly forever. The only option is to seek help for my deep-seated trauma, the thing that Callum always encouraged me to see someone about. The thing that eventually pushed him away.
Put two of the most driven, headstrong, and passionate people in any relationship and it's bound to combust. We've always had that twin flame kind of love.
So, together we might burn. But we also might heal.
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Author of romance novels such as Fool Me Twice and Love at First Fight, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the love stories of her imagination, and the athleisure dress code, much better.
When she isn't writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, two children and ninety-pound rescue pup.
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Always Meant to Be, an all-new emotional and forbidden stand-alone romance from USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Siobhan Davis is available now!
He’s my eighteen-year-old son’s best friend, and I’m old enough to know better.
My marriage is falling apart, and Vander’s home life is tragic.
Yet, his broken parts speak to mine, and amid all the chaos, a true connection is formed.
The only peace I find is in those stolen moments when we share our darkest secrets and our deepest desires.
This thing between us has disaster written all over it.
But I’m powerless to resist the magnetic pull that draws us closer and closer.
Until lines are crossed, boundaries are broken, and everything I thought I knew about myself is undone.
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by T L Swan
Release Date: February 28, 2022
By Hang Le
Genre: Contemporary romance
Model: Ricardo Baldwin
Trope: Forbidden love
There were three things that I wanted in life.
To dance like nobody was watching.
Travel the world.
And fall hopelessly in love.
Heartbreak was never on my list…. but somehow, I got it anyway.
We met at my older brother’s house and instantly I knew that he was trouble.
He kissed me, right there in the bathroom without a care in the world.
And from that moment on, I was his.
We were young, brave and naïve when we met.
Sneaking around and falling in love.
Giuliano Ferrara was perfection.
A beautiful, crazy mistake.
With his big brown eyes and his boyish charm.
But then the world fell apart and things didn’t go as planned.
I never quite forgot him, no matter how hard I tried.
Years later, we saw each other again.
And by the look in his eye, I instantly knew.
The sweet romantic boy I once loved is long gone.
In his place, a dominant, powerful man.
Who gets what he wants, when he wants it.
We can never be together.
It breaks my heart that he refuses to accept it.
I’m the object of his affection.
And what Giuliano Ferrara wants.
Giuliano Ferrara takes.
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Book Title: Meduso: A Greek Mythology Gay Retelling
Author: B.J. Irons
Publisher/Cover Artist: Spectrum Books
Release Date: February 19, 2022
Genre: Fantasy M/M Romance – Greek Mythology
Tropes: Forbidden love
Themes: Coming of Age, Innocence, Betrayal, Tragedy
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 75 000 words/270 pages
It is book 1 of 9 in the Mythologay Series
Warning: The book has a sad ending.
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Greek Mythology with a Gay Twist
Venomous snakes for hair.
A glare that will cast people to stone.
Beheaded by the tragic Greek hero, Perseus.
It’s a safe assumption that we all know the basic facts about one of Greek Mythology’s most famous monsters, Medusa; the beautiful maiden cursed and turned into a Gorgon. Her tragic story and death at the hands of the hero, Perseus, has been told countless times for thousands of years.
But the thing with Greek Mythology is just that. They are myths. Narrated, fictional legends as old as time that have been passed down from generation to generation. Time has a way of changing the original tale. So, how can we be sure that the myths we think we know are the real story?
What if important aspects of these myths have been altered? What if the monster wasn’t really a monster at all? What if Medusa wasn’t actually Medusa? What if her name was Meduso? And what if she wasn’t a her, but a him? This is the tale of Meduso and his death at the hands of the hero Perseus’ sword. It is a tale of innocence, love, betrayal, and tragedy.
Stheno and I continued to descend the mountain until we passed the precipice. The slope flattened, leading to a narrow trail. We followed this trail until we were able to see a bare hole right in the middle of the mountain. Stheno led the way inside, grabbing a lit torch at the entrance, carrying it with her as we explored deeper into the cave.
It felt like a never-ending tunnel. We continued to walk for several minutes until we finally reached a very large and circular room within the cave. The torch was no longer of use to us since there was a massive oculus overhead, allowing light to enter.
A figure came forth, stepping into the light. My mouth gaped open. For being Typhon’s wife, I was expecting to see a monstrous female creature. A repulsive, murky beast with fangs and talons, smelling of putrid, rotting flesh. But this was not what stood before me. She had similar features to my mother. The lower half of her body was composed of forest green scales, coiling into a snake’s tail. Her upper body was that of a human, but not just any human. An alluring one. Pleasant to the naked eye. Fair-skinned with shiny hair, the color of emeralds.
“Come forward, brother and sister,” the figure commanded.
Stheno and I approached her, now allowing me to get a closer glimpse of her jade eyes that matched the jeweled tiara on her head.
She slithered just inches away from us. Her palm rubbed along my cheek, with her fingertips tracing my chin. She studied me carefully.
“My. Oh my! And to think Ceto and Phorcys had the capability to produce such a lovely creation,” she said to me. Her fingers now spun in a circular motion to feel my hair. “And these beautiful golden locks. You will tempt all of the mortals with this face. Dare I say the goddesses and even the gods too?” Echidna winked at me before stepping back to give us separation.
“Meduso has yet to be introduced to the mortals, Echidna. He will begin to socialize with them soon,” Stheno proclaimed.
“Ahhh. Is that so? His gorgeous features and now the added layer of innocence and naivety will do wonders in the mortal world,” Echidna declared.
My face began to turn as red as the rose of Aphrodite. I did not know whether to be appreciative or stunned by her flattery. I’ve never had anyone pay me such compliments in my entire life.
“Tell me, my dear, what is it you desire?” Echidna asked.
“Desire?” I questioned.
“Yes. What is it you seek from this world? Power, riches, a gorgeous woman… or maybe a handsome man?”
Stheno cut her off. “That will be enough, Echidna. There is no need to tarnish the boy’s mind.”
I was unsure of what Echidna meant by desiring a handsome man. I’ve never even set sight on a mortal to know what aspects of them I was captivated by. Most of the stories I’ve been told involved a male being in love with a female. However, Euryale did share some rumors she had heard about certain Olympian gods taking some of their male servants as lovers. But I did not know where my attractions lied, based on my lack of experience.
“Oh, don’t be so dull, Stheno!” Echidna exclaimed. “At least give the boy some direction! He’ll wind up as dull and stupid as Koalemos if you keep him secluded any longer.”
Stheno shook her head. “I think you of all people are the last immortal that should be giving me advice. Look at the direction you chose for yourself. And know where it put you!”
“Hmph. I’ll never understand you and our parents. Choosing to stay isolated in the oceans while the rest of the world around you is drastically changing.” Echidna continued to express her disdain for the traditions and beliefs of our family.
As my sisters continued to banter back and forth, I stood still, just staring ahead at them. Their silhouettes became blurry and then non-existent in my line of vision. Was I having an out-of-body experience? Instead, a new sight was before me. Some sort of rope. No, it was a net with a gigantic fish caught in it, in the water, except the water was fairly shallow. I could see its translucence and the glimmer of light shining through it. I swam toward the caught fish, trying to free it with my bare hands. The fish was able to escape, but as I tugged away, I realized I was snagged within the confines of the net. I tried my best to yank away, but to no avail. As I glanced upward, I realized I was being pulled towards the surface, until…
Stheno called out to me, bringing me back to reality. “Meduso! Are you okay!?”
I just glanced at her blankly. “Yes. I’m fine. Why? What is wrong?”
“Your eyes…” Stheno began, with a worried expression on her face. “They turned pure silver, for a moment,” she revealed.
“What? Are you sure?” I was extremely bewildered, not even sure if I believed what she had just shared.
“A vision.” Echidna slid close to me and raised my chin up with her hand, glaring into my eyes. “Did you have a vision, Meduso?”
“A vision? I mean, I saw a fish being caught in a net just now. I’m not sure where. I’ve never experienced anything like this. What is happening?” I felt shook up.
“It’s nothing to worry about, dear brother. You just had a vision. Call it a gift, if you will. A sight into the future or a major phenomenon happening elsewhere in the world. Such things gods usually experience. I’m surprised you, as a mortal, are able to have them,” Echidna confessed.
“This truly is your first time experiencing this, Meduso?” Stheno asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Hmm. I wonder what it could mean. A fish in a net?” Stheno was puzzled.
“View it as a mark of destiny, Meduso.” Echidna advised. “Whatever you do, never run from these visions you have. The Fates are reaching out to you, for a reason. They want you to see this. They want you to be brave and follow through with these visions.”
“Do you really think so?” I turned to Stheno to see if she had the same opinion.
“I think you should inform our mother and father about this first,” Stheno recommended.
“Oh. Don’t listen to her, Meduso! They’ve held you back long enough from whatever your destiny may be. Press onward, dear brother. If I were you, I would leave the oceans the second you get the chance to, and never look back,” Echidna advised.
“Yes. Echidna did the same, Meduso, and look where she ended up. Locked away, alone in a barren cave in the mountains!” Stheno wittily remarked.
Echidna’s eyes flared at Stheno as she made this comment. Her once pale skin shifted to a dark green color to match her scales. She was now angered. “I’d watch your tongue, Stheno! Although I am your sister, I am not to be made a fool of! Do not trifle with me!” Echidna threatened.
Stheno stood her ground. “And what are you going to do? Make any tumultuous action and the gods and goddesses will know of your location. An empty threat, if I’ve ever heard one.”
“How dare you! Get out, now!” Echidna vilely screeched.
Stheno grabbed the torch and turned back to face me. “Come, Meduso. We leave!”
I just stood there, equidistant between both of my sisters. Echidna glided to me, caressing my cheek one last time before our departure. “You are more beautiful than I had ever imagined, brother. It will serve you well in their world. Never put that beauty to waste.” Those were her parting words as Echidna swiftly skidded out of sight in the blink of an eye, deeper into the dwelling of her cave.
I followed behind Stheno as we left, ascending the mountain once again.
“That Echidna! Curse her!” Stheno grumbled.
“I don’t think she was so bad, Stheno. Much more pleasant than I had imagined.”
“Meduso, that was only one side of Echidna that you saw. Remember, she is the wife of the most cruel and vicious monster known to existence. Do not forget. It takes a certain someone to be able to commit to that,” she explained.
Once we reached the summit, Stheno held out her hands to me for me to take. I clasped onto them and we closed our eyes, summoning our mother for our return. Within a flash, I opened my eyes, and I was once again standing on the ledge of the cliff in our grotto.
“How does Echidna fare?” my mother, Ceto, asked.
Stheno shook her head and dismissed herself. “Troublesome as ever! We have much to talk about, mother!” She headed back into the palace, with my mother following in pursuit.
I chose not to join them, knowing Stheno would have private affairs to discuss with my mother and father. I sat on the edge of the bluff, gleaming into the crystal blue water, reflecting on the vision I had.
A net with a fish? What could it mean?
I found myself coming up with little to no answers or guesses.
I was then reminded of Echidna’s counsel and the last words she spoke to me.
Never put that beauty to waste.
Little did I know that I would carry this guidance with me for years to come. Never did I picture that it would end up shaping my future.
About the Author
BJ Irons works in the field of education as an educational leader and college professor. Many of his personal experiences as a gay man, have contributed to his works. Being a part of the LGBTQIA+ community himself, BJ hopes to continue to bring more fun fictional works to his LGBTQIA+ readers. The world could always use a little more color and fun.
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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Priest By Amy Thorn & Raven Amor
Disciples of Satan MC, Book 1
I’m Priest, President of the Disciples of Satan Motorcycle club. I rule my patch with an iron fist that keeps our enemies at bay. When I’m taken captive by Hades Outlaws, I’m sure I’m as good as dead. I didn’t expect help from an unlikely source.
Nico is a prospect. He should be seen and not heard. Yet he’s risking his neck to save my life. Going against his club is a death sentence, but he’s determined to get me out of Hades compound. I didn’t expect to fall for him along the way. Now, my saviour is also the man I want.
I’m a pariah in my club. Hades Outlaws will never respect me. When they capture Priest I know it’s the end for us. His brothers will burn our clubhouse to the ground. I have one chance to be free from Hades—save a man who is supposed to be my enemy. When I look at Priest I don’t see a devil in leather and denim. I see my salvation.
I watch as my cock slides in and out of the hangaround’s mouth, his groans and moans rivalling any porno. Grabbing his head, I shove my dick between his lips until it reaches the back of his throat. I don’t miss the way he winces from my rough touches or gags around my length as tears burn his cheeks. I fist his hair before slamming back into his hot mouth. He mewls like a fucking cat in heat, begging to be touched. This prick is another way to let the fucking tension go. Tomorrow, I won’t even remember his fucking name, let alone what he looks like. That’s how they are now, a sea of nameless men. None of them make my blood warm. I use them to get off. It doesn’t matter what they look like as long as I can shove my dick in them.
I’m Priest, the president of the Disciples of Satan MC. My rough look and the leathers I wear are enough to have these men falling to their knees in front of me, happy to service my cock. But that lost its appeal years ago. I tried in the past to stick to one guy, but now they’re on a turntable.
I grab his hair, pulling at the roots as I fuck his mouth. “That’s it, slut, you fucking want my dick, don’t you?”
His moans echo around the room in answer. I pound into him, making him take all of me, holding his face against my base. I’m not small and know the new angle makes me hard to take, but I don’t give a fuck about his comfort. His eyes widen as my dick blocks his airway and his throat moves around me, pulling me deeper. “Take it all,” I order.
He knew what he was up against when he approached me at the bar. I’m not a gentle lover. Pleasure isn’t something I can do unless it involves pain. It’s why I couldn’t find any pleasure in these nameless fucks. They’re all too willing.
I need someone I can break, someone I can watch as they fight before they come to crave what I can give them.
I need someone desperate to take the darkness I will fill them with.
I need someone unable to refuse how I control their body; not because of who I am, not because of what it means to be in my bed, but because I fucking own them.
My nostrils flare at the thought, and my dick grows harder. I throw my head back as euphoria licks my spine. Another moan breaks the spell.
I look at his dull, dark brown eyes. His hair is stuck to his face, tear trails carving a path down his cheeks. He’ll never give me what I need. Someone else has already broken him.
These men didn’t end up as club ass or work for the Disciples because they had good fucking lives. They have a darkness in them, knew it like it was their friend. I’m the darkest of them all. I’m not the devil incarnate—I’m the motherfucking devil himself.
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Sawyer and Royce: Matrimony and Mayhem, Book 1
Excerpt:Royce straightened and stepped fully into his office, shutting the door behind him. Something devilish and dirty glinted in his eyes, and he crossed the room and planted his fine ass on the corner of Sawyer’s desk. “Hi. Did you miss me?” “Terribly.” And it was true. He was excited about the prospect of leading the CCU, but he would miss having Royce as his partner. Royce raked his eyes over Sawyer’s attire before scanning the room. “You’ve been home to change, and you set up your new office? And here I thought you might want my help.” Sawyer scoffed. “You want to help christen my office, which is hardly the same as unpacking the boxes and organizing my desk.” “Busted.” “You’re in luck, though,” Sawyer said. “I haven’t had time to write up the case report for Dingbat.” Royce wagged his finger and tsked. “Look who’s using childish nicknames now.” “Oh shit,” Sawyer replied. “You’re rubbing off on me.” Royce’s grin was dark and delicious. “Every chance I get, baby.” He raked his hot gaze over Sawyer. “You’re wearing the pretentious cashmere thingy for your press conference. Nice.” Sawyer looked down at the storm-gray sweater vest he wore over a pale gray shirt and his lucky lavender tie. He lifted his head and met Royce’s smiling eyes. “Thanks. My boyfriend bought it for me for Valentine’s Day last year.” “Nope,” Royce said, shaking his head to emphasize how adamant he was. “I bought it just because.” Sawyer bit his bottom lip to keep him from laughing, but his restraint lasted only a few seconds. Royce rolled his eyes when Sawyer’s mirth bubbled out of him. Sawyer cleared his throat and wiped his eyes, but Royce’s deep scowl nearly sent him into a second fit. “Asshole.” “Dickhead.” Sawyer replied. “Can I just point out that your ‘just because’ gift was given to me after a candlelit dinner on February thirteenth?” “Why do I suddenly feel like I’m on the witness stand?” Royce asked. “Answer the question, Sergeant Locke. Do you honestly expect the jury to believe the timing of your gift was a coincidence?” Royce crossed his arms over his chest. “Objection.” Sawyer desperately wanted to kiss his pouty lips. “The witness can’t object.” “I’m also representing myself at the trial.” “So that makes you the defendant. Interesting. What crimes were you charged with? Eating cheese from a squirty can?” Royce dropped his arms and leaned forward. “I am accused of killing off any chance another man has with you. No one will ever worship your body and heart the way I do. Now and forever.” His voice was thick and husky, lighting the fuse of lust in Sawyer’s core. “And, yes, counselor, I am guilty. I bought my boyfriend the super soft sweater thingy ‘just because’ it’s the same color as my eyes, and I like to mark him in every way possible. Until today, our relationship had to be a secret at work.”
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Artyom: Orlov Bratva
Author: Shyla Colt & Kyra Nyx
Genre: Mafia Romance
Cover Designer: Dreams2Media
Publication Date: Feb. 28th, 2022
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It costs to be the boss. I have heard the phrase my entire life, and now my father tests my loyalties. We’ve been searching for a peaceful way to get the Popov family under our control. Gambling debts they can’t pay act as an opening, and the eldest daughter, Ksenia, is our fee. Wedding bells are going to ring whether she likes it or not.
Everything for the family. The four words that have been drilled into my head my entire life are a lie. My father’s dedication to our way of life drove a wedge between us and turned him into a stranger to my siblings and me, and now it’s got my head on the chopping block. I’m set to become a bride to one of the most ruthless families in the organization because of him, but I won’t go down without a fight.
Kyra Nyx proves that Happily Ever Afters aren’t reserved for knights in shining armor. Her heroes swagger in, drag you into the gray area, and make you rethink your fairy tale. Follow these interconnected stories and get swept away by heroes who put romance on the edge.
USA Today Bestselling author Shyla Colt is a chaos wrangler, chronic crafter, and imaginary friend collector. The mom of two and a wife road trips with her weird brood when she’s not taking on a new hobby or bingeing on spooky podcasts and documentaries. She writes strong women with sass, plenty of nerdy tendencies, and the intriguing intense males who love them.