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Uncomplicated by KM Neuhold

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K.M. Neuhold

Gay Romance

Release Date: 03.11.19

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Two men with a rocky history, and one with an all-consuming love for both of them.

Sometimes I’m so lonely I swear I can’t breathe. I bring men and women into my bed to chase away the ache, but it never seems to help. I want something real, something lasting, but I’ve never been more afraid of anything in my life. If I have nothing else in my life I can count on, at least I have my best friend, Cas. If I have nothing else in my life that feels solid, at least I have Cas.

Until one sad smile from a beautiful man tilts my world on its axis.

But Finn is Cas’ ex, and that means he’s off limits, right? What if I could have something permanent, if I’m willing to put my heart on the line? Finn and Cas may have a history, but something tells me the three of us could have a future, if we’re willing to let things get a little complicated.

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I swear I could nearly cry as we slip under the covers, and he plasters himself against me without waiting for approval. And then he presses his nose against my throat and drapes a leg over mine, and tears do start to prickle at my eyes. You can’t cry over a little bit of post-sex cuddling, you can’t, I chant in my mind even as I feel one escape and roll down my cheek. My sniffle alerts Beau to my emotional state, tilting his head back to stare at me with concern. “Finn?” “Sorry. God, I’m pathetic,” I apologize with a watery laugh, using the arm that isn’t trapped beneath Beau to wipe my cheeks. “It’s been so long; I didn’t realize how much I missed just touching.” Understanding flashes through his eyes, and he leans forward to kiss away the remaining stray tears, the tenderness of the gesture causing even more to fall. Fuck, this is embarrassing. “It’s okay,” Beau whispers. “It’s okay. I’m lonely too, but tonight we don’t have to feel so alone.” KM Neuhold Logo 2

Author K.M.Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together. She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series. When she’s not writing she’s a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero…just kidding, she’s likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.








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Title: Lost Wolf
Series: New Dawn #4
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The alliance holds strong after the last attack, but bad blood threatens to jeopardize the treaty and test the bonds formed between the River Run and Dark Shadow packs.

Tyler never meant for one night of fun to turn into a secret relationship, yet he can’t… won’t give Regan up, even if it means lying to his alpha or leaving the pack that is his home. His family.

Regan felt the spark between her and Tyler from the start. He woke her from a half-life, pulling her from the darkness of her past, which threatens to extinguish the love between them before it has a chance to begin.

Lines are being blurred, allegiances tested, and as hearts break and tears fall, will Tyler and Regan’s love bring them all together or be a step too far and destroy the packs for good?

Red Zone by TS McKinney & Shannon West

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T.S. McKinney & Shannon West

Gay Romance, Contemporary New Adult, Sports Romance, & BDSM

Release Date: 03/15/19

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From the outside, it looks as if college football quarterback Kingston Bentley has it all—good looks, outstanding athletic ability and a 4.0 average in his classes. But looks can be deceiving. Kingston is battling inner demons that are jeopardizing his safety and slowly driving him to more and more acts of desperation. Everywhere he looks, he’s got nothing but trouble, and when he loses his coveted first-string position on the football team, he goes back to the one thing he can count on—cutting to relieve the pressure and the emotional pain.

The gorgeous new quarterback on the team, Memphis Sabine, is the Coach’s son, and under enormous pressure of his own to lead his new team to the national championship. For that, he needs Kingston’s help, and they soon become an unbeatable force both on the field. But when Memphis discovers Kingston in the act of cutting, he uses his forceful nature and all he knows about being a Dom to take Kingston in hand and ensure his welfare. Kingston loves the pain, but he rebels against the idea of being Memphis’s sub. As Kingston begins his training, however, Memphis discovers just how fragile their relationship really is, and how desperately he needs to help Kingston deal with the secrets from his past.





I took hold of his wrist and held on, squeezing a little. “Who’s in charge here, fireball?” I could see it trembling on the tip of his tongue to cuss me out and tell me to go to hell. His eyes got stormy and his face sullen, but I waited him out, pressing his wrist harder. “I’m waiting for an answer. I thought we’d already decided this last night. Now who’s in charge here?” Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was really only a few, long seconds, he dropped his gaze. “You are,”he said, grudgingly. I loved his little hesitations. They told me this was hard for him, but he was doing it anyway, because I’d told him to. “That’s right,”I said, my voice soft and coaxing. Sometimes it felt like I was encouraging some wild animal to come out of its hiding place in the shadows. “And what is it you have to worry about today?” He looked up at me, a little blank at first, and then he got a nervous look in his eyes, like he’d forgotten something. I sighed and said, “The answer is nothing. You don’t have to worry about a damn thing because I got this for both of us. I’m making the decisions now and all you have to do is go along for the ride.”


I have spent my entire life reading, reading, and reading some more! I love to get lost in the land of fantasy where I can be as naughty as I like without facing too many penalties! Earlier this year, I decided that maybe I should try writing my own naughty stories. That way I can do wickedly delightful things to my imaginary boyfriends without serving any serious jail time! My publishing company, Dark Hollows Press, has been awesome and most patient when dealing with their newbie.




Shannon makes her home in Georgia and North Carolina with her husband and family. She believes that love is love, no matter the gender. Shannon mostly spends her days at the keyboard trying to elude housework, which stalks her relentlessly.




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Better Be Sure

Better Be Sure
Author Name: Andy GalloPublisher: Dreamspinner

Release Date: Tuesday, March 26 2019

Format: Paperback, eBook

Is This Book Romance?: Yes

Story Type: Novel >50kWord Count: 65022

Cover Artist: Adrian Nicholas

Genres: Contemporary MM RomancePairings: MM (Slight MF subplot, but nothing from either secondary characters POV)Keywords/Categories: out for you, jock, college, new adult, light hearted, gay malesIs This Part of a Series?: YesSeries Title: Harrison CampusPosition (Number) in Series: 1Book Blurb:When the stakes are this high, you better be sure you can win.Jackson Murphy lost his parents to a boating accident, but they’re never far from his thoughts.He attends the same university as his parents, joined the same fraternity as his dad, and evenlives in his father’s old room, along with his adopted brother Marcus. Life brightens when hemeets the man of his dreams.Edward Knowles trades full-time college for working during the day and community college atnight when his father’s factory closes. He intends to stay deep in the closet to keep his job inheating and cooling. But Jack pushes all his buttons.Jack’s college rival challenges him to bring a date to the upcoming dance. He goads Jack intoaccepting even though failure means he and Marcus will lose their room and Jack must leave thefraternity.Jack is falling hard for Ed, but Ed will never agree to go the dance. Ed—not knowing the stakesof the wager—has also made it clear that Jack taking another man will end their romance.With pressure from friends and enemies alike, will Jack hold on to his legacy… or his heart?Excerpt (non-exclusive):
Jack’s phone buzzed, and he swatted the sound away. Too early in the damn morning.Another buzz. He drowsily pulled himself from sleep. Across the room, Marcus mumbled in hissleep.Jack checked his phone, body surging to life at Ed’s name on the screen.
Ed: Morning!Ed: Oh, crap, it’s probably still too early for you.
Jack couldn’t type back quick enough. Ed writing to him this early in the morning, thathad to mean something, surely.
Jack: Nah, I’m totally awake. Why?Ed: Just finished a job. Am close to Harrison….
Jack was already scrambling out of bed, messaging one-handed while he emptied hisdrawers for a clean shirt.
Jack: Send me your location. I’m in desperate need of caffeine. Bet you could use sometoo.
Ed sent a grinning dog and his location. Eighteen minutes later, Jack walked into thelocal Starbucks. He scanned the almost empty store and caught Ed’s broad shoulders at thecounter.Jack strode over and clapped the guy on the shoulder, giving it a lingering squeeze. “Ihave an eerie sense of déjà vu.”Ed’s warm shoulder shook as he chuckled. “I haven’t mowed you down yet.”“No, no, that you haven’t.” Their gazes snagged, and Ed definitely swallowed. Probablytoo early—in the day and their friendship—to tease.Jack rocked back on his heels, dug his wallet out of his pocket, and ordered.When they both had their drinks, they sank into armchairs in the corner of the room.
Ed’s gaze kept dipping to his chest, and Jack’s lips tipped up behind his mocha. “Howwas your morning job?”“I was extremely motivated to get the job done quickly.”Jack’s grin widened, and an ill-timed sip ended up rolling down his chin. He swiped itoff. “Do you often have jobs close to Harrison?”“Not as much as I’d like.” Ed rubbed his palm over the arm of the chair. “I mean, a lot ofthe time I have to drive out farther.”“Well, any time you’re nearby….” He raised his cup.Ed glanced at his chest again. “I like the look.”Jack followed the sweep of Ed’s hand and—fuck. His shirt was inside out. “Right. Ofcourse.”Ed leaned forward in his seat, amusement lighting his eyes as he took in the rest of him.Shivers skittered through Jack, and he held his breath. “I totally woke you, didn’t I?”“Busted.”The deep laugh Ed gave made it all worth it. “So you’re a high-ranking anchor in yourfraternity?”Jack snorted at the muff. From the way Ed stared at him, it was hard to tell if he’d done iton purpose or really had the term mixed up.“We prefer to pronounce it ‘archon,’ but either way, I’m one of the fraternity leaders,yes.”“Do you like it?”“Which? Being in the fraternity or being an officer?”“Both.”Of course he’d want Jack to answer both. “Yeah, for the most part. I mean, there are acouple guys I wish weren’t my brothers, but that’s how it is.”“How’d you pick that fraternity?”“There wasn’t really any other option.”Ed’s brow furrowed. “I thought Harrison had a lot of fraternities.”“No, not like that.” Jack waved his hand and shook his head. “My dad, both of them werein Pi Kappa Phi. Marcus and I grew up hearing all the stories about their days in the house.”“Wow, that’s cool.”
“Yeah, they met when they were freshmen and were friends until… well… until myparents died.” He thought he’d been ready to deal with the issue, but confronted with it, he froze.Ed scooted up on his chair, leaning forward. “You okay, Jack?”Jack rubbed the ring at the chain around his neck and drew in a calming breath. “Yeah.Yeah.”Ed seemed to realize Jack needed a change in conversation, because he abruptly startedtelling Jack how his sister had woken him last night screaming murder. She’d gone to thebathroom at night, and when she walked back to her room, someone was in there, rustling thesheets.Ed had launched into her room with a bat only to be confronted with their cat. The firsttime the cat decided not to be shy. In the middle of the night, rolling around Becky’s bed. Theylaughed so hard, they needed to make a cup of hot milk to settle down again.“Sounds like you’re a good guy to have around… wayward cats.” And panicking…friends.Ed sipped his coffee. “What about you?”“I like to think I’m a good guy to have around too.”“I’m sure you are.” Ed set his coffee down. “Look, about last night….”Jack clasped his cup, muscles rigid. Here it was. “Yeah?”Air blew into the café along with a group of rowdy hipster students toting stainless steelcups. Jack shuffled forward on the cushion to hear Ed better, but Ed’s gaze strayed toward groupand his mouth flattened.Jack cursed the interruption, but it was clear the moment had passed.“What are your plans the rest of the day?” Ed asked instead.“The rest of the day?”Ed laughed, and Jack soaked it up.“Class, bantering with Brittany—she’s awesome—frat meeting about the spring formal,messing around with the guys. Might squeeze some actual study in there.” A lot of study,actually.“Messing around with the guys?”That piqued your interest, did it? Jack smirked. “Play a bit of ball if the weather holds.Get out the PlayStation and hit the video games if it doesn’t.”
“What’s the spring formal?”Jack groaned. “The bane of my life.”Buy Links:Publisher: NZ: UK: Canada: & Noble: is giving away a $25 Dreamspinner gift certificate, two audio codes, and 3 $5 Amazon giftcards with this tour. Enter via Rafflecopter for a chance to win.<a class=”rcptr” href=”; rel=”nofollow”data-raflid=”b60e8d4756″ data-theme=”classic” data-template=”” id=”rcwidget_vh8ww69n”>aRafflecopter giveaway</a> Link: Each stop can give away an eBook copy of (Un)Masked and one copy of Leo LovesAries, by Anyta Sunday. Please have them enter via blog comment and contact Andy with the name and email of the winner.
Author Bio:Andy Gallo prefers mountains over the beach, coffee over tea, and regardless if you shake it orstir it, he isn’t drinking a martini. He remembers his “good old days” as filled with mullets, discomusic, too-short shorts, and too-high socks. Thanks to good shredders and a lack of social media,there is no proof he ever descended into any of those evils.Andy does not write about personal experiences and no living or deceased ex-boyfriends appearon the pages of his stories. He might subconsciously infuse his characters with some of their lessnoble qualities, but that is entirely coincidental even if their names are the same. And whileAndy leaves the hard sci-fi/fantasy for his alter ego, Andrew, in his mind a touch of thesupernatural never derailed a good relationship.
Married and living his own happy every after, Andy helps others find their happy endings in thepages of his stories. He and his husband of more than twenty years spend their days raising theirdaughter and rubbing elbows with other parents. Embracing his status as the gay dad, Andysometimes has to remind others that one does want a hint of color even when chasing after theirchild.Author Website: https://www.andygallo.comAuthor Facebook (Author Page): Goodreads:




January 25, 2019 – A World Apart

February 22, 2019 – A New Life

March 22, 2019 – A Broken Promise



Book Title: A Broken Promise (Loving Again Series, Book 3)

Author: Mel Gough

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Black Jazz Design

Genre/s: Contemporary romance

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 127 print pages

Release Date: March 22, 2019

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  Blurb Ben and Donnie are happier than they’ve ever been. Zac’s adoption went off without a hitch, their new home is tranquil and the perfect place to build their future. But Donnie can never catch a break. An old affliction flares up again and as a result his physical condition is more precarious than ever. Helen is nervous about the environment to which Ben subjects their daughter, and Ben struggles to keep everything ticking over. Then he meets Paul, an enigmatic, handsome journalist who is more than a little interested in Ben. In equal measures flattered and disturbed by the attention, Ben finds himself on the brink of a decision that might shatter the happiness he’s worked so hard to achieve   Excerpt CHAPTER 1 How could they have so much stuff? When Donnie and Ben had moved into the duplex just over six months ago there had been ten boxes, eight of which had been Ben’s. Donnie had had a ruthless clear-out of his and Floyd’s little house, and had thrown away most of his meagre possessions. Of course, adding a baby—toddler now—to the mix meant a lot more stuff, and it all needed packing up. Still, fifteen boxes in the bedroom alone seemed excessive. Ben straightened and wiped his brow. He surveyed the result of three hours’ hard labor. Only a small suitcase remained open, with a couple of changes of clothes for each of them. The living room and kitchen were equally crammed with boxes, though they’d held back packing the crockery so far. The kitchen was chaotic enough with all of their different dietary requirements without having to hunt around for plates to eat from, too. The new house, a find of Arthur’s just like their condo had been, was less than a mile from the apartment. Ben and Donnie had both come to love Ormewood with its quiet, leafy streets. The small bungalow had two bedrooms, which they’d badly need. The smaller one was going to be the nursery, with a second bed for Laura. Unlike the condo, the house wasn’t freshly decorated, but the road it stood on was quiet, and they would have a large yard at the front and back, where flower and vegetable beds had already been in good use. The front door banged shut. “Evening,” Ben called, but there was no response. He put down the parcel tape and scissors and went into the hall. Donnie stood by the front door gripping the doorknob hard, his head lowered. His breath came in painful-sounding gasps. Zac, who stood by Donnie’s side, looked around. The confusion on his round face cleared as he spotted Ben. “Pa!” He came running, and Ben picked him up. Fear churned his gut at the sight of Donnie’s bent-over form. Hoisting Zac onto his hip, he asked, “What’s the matter?” In response, Donnie lifted his head and Ben’s question was answered at once. His face was white as chalk. “Whoa,” Ben exclaimed. “You look terrible.” “Some kids got the stomach flu, and… shit…” With a low moan, Donnie staggered past Ben into the bathroom and shut the door. “Dadda?” Zac asked tentatively. Ben stroked his back. “I think Dadda’s not feeling so good. We gotta be nice, all right?” Zac nodded, looking scared. Ben hugged him. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered into the little boy’s dark curls, as much to reassure himself as Zac. Donnie reemerged a long few minutes later, seemingly on the verge of passing out, his face ashen and sweaty. Ben hurriedly stood Zac on his feet and took Donnie by the elbow, his own heart hammering. “C’mere.” Donnie leaned his head against Ben’s neck, breaths ragged, his forehead burning. They stood still for a moment until Donnie began to shiver. “Let’s get you horizontal,” Ben murmured. Zac trailed them into the bedroom. Ben struggled getting Donnie out of his shoes and pants. He had sweated through his shirt so Ben got a fresh T-shirt from the open suitcase. Great timing.As if moving wasn’t stressful enough already. “Here, stretch out.” Ben pulled the blankets back. Donnie curled up, shuddering, his hands pressed hard to his stomach. “You sure it’s just flu?” Ben asked, dread twisting his insides. Donnie buried his face in the pillow. “What else?” His voice was tense and despondent. “Could be your pancreas again?” Ben swallowed, dismayed at the thought. He sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Donnie’s neck, which was clammy and hot. “Daycare kids’re sick,” Donnie insisted. “I just picked up their virus¾” “Even if that’s true,” Ben interrupted. “We need to get you looked at, have your T-cells checked¾” He broke off as Donnie groaned and struggled to sit up. Ben helped him to his feet, but Donnie pulled away. “Can manage.” To distract himself and give Donnie some space, Ben went into the kitchen to locate a basin in one of the boxes. He was on his way back to the bedroom when Donnie reappeared, looking even whiter than before. Ben took him into his arms and Donnie clung on hard. “Feeling any better?” “Not really.” The hands went back to Donnie’s belly. Fear gripped Ben like an icy fist, but he said nothing. Zac had somehow managed to climb into their bed. He looked at them with a serious expression on his little round face. “Dadda,” he said and stretched his arms out. Donnie stopped dead. “He’ll get sick, Ben.” “If he’s going to catch this it’s already happened,” Ben said. “But I’ll call Arthur, ask him if he can take Zac until you’re over the worst. I can’t look after you both, not with the move, as well.” Donnie’s face creased. “I don’t like it when he’s away,” he whispered. “But you’re right. I’m real sorry, Ben.” “It’s okay.” Ben hugged him and kissed his temple. “For now, give bub a cuddle. You need it.” He helped Donnie back into bed, and Donnie pulled Zac close, curling around him with a whimper. Ben watched them a moment. Donnie shivered and shifted around. With a sigh, Ben went to find his phone which he last remembered seeing in the chaotic living room. When he returned to the bedroom Donnie had fallen asleep. Zac was stroking his face, but when he saw Ben, he started to wriggle free. Ben extracted him with care. Donnie sighed and turned over without waking. Ben put Zac in his cot, then, phone pressed to his ear, he started to pack a bag for Zac’s visit to Arthur.  

About the Author

Mel was born in Germany, where she spent the first twenty-six years of her life (with a one-year stint in Los Angeles). She has always been fascinated by cultures and human interaction, and got a Masters in Social Anthropology. After finishing university she moved to London, where she has now lived for ten years. If you were to ask her parents what Mel enjoyed the most since the age of six, they would undoubtedly say “Reading!” She would take fifteen books on a three-week beach holiday, and then read all her mom’s books once she’d devoured her own midway through week two. Back home in her mom’s attic there’s a box full of journals with stories Mel wrote when she was in her early teens. None of the stories are finished, or any good. She has told herself bedtime stories as far back as she can remember. In her day job, Mel works as PA and office manager. No other city is quite like London, and Mel loves her city. The hustle and bustle still amaze and thrill her even after all these years. When not reading, writing or going to the theater, Mel spends her time with her long-time boyfriend, discussing science or poking fun at each other.  


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“Ghost Walker” by Mary Rundle

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Mary Rundle has a new mm paranormal/mpreg book out in her Blackwood Pack series: Ghost Walker.

The Blackwood Pack saga continues…

This is part of an on-going series by Amazon Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle, and catching up on previous titles is advised. Readers of the past books will enjoy meeting old friends once more as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere.

David spent most of his life as a prisoner, beaten countless times as he was taught by the Sisters of the Four Gods. After learning the truth about what they had planned for him, he escaped and eventually landed in Scotland where he was rescued by kind shifter who gave him a job and a bed. His feeling of safety ended abruptly when he was discovered by the ones he fled.

Zane, the Blackwood Pack’s genius computer programmer, joined his brothers and friends in Scotland on his very first vacation. It had been a long and hard road for him since parents and younger siblings were massacred, but his life was finally coming together Not expecting anything more than fun and sightseeing, he was stunned to find his Fated Mate there.

Before they can claim each other, they find themselves in a terrifying game of cat-and-mouse, trying to elude brutal pursuers who want to capture David and kill Zane. As they fight to stay one step ahead of them, Zane sets out to win David’s heart and restore his confidence and also becomes his protector and lover.

Learning about each other’s abilities and gifts—and about the gods’ plans for David’s formidable new role in the shifter world—they form a unique bond with undying trust and a deep love that will bind them forever together as one.

Narrow escapes, kidnappings, battles, rescues and the revelation of unique gifts from the gods will keep you turning page after page as Mary Rundle weaves another thrilling tale of love and adventure.

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During dinner, Logan kept an eye on Zane and David, wondering what was so special about the newest member of the Blackwood Pack that Jackson would ask for a picture of him. He hadn’t told his brother about what happened when Zane and David shook hands, but he’d get to that when he called him later, back in the privacy of his hotel suite.

“David, are you coming back to the hotel with us tonight?” asked Theo.

Zane spoke up, “We haven’t decided what we’re doing, Theo.”

“Where are you from?” asked Norm, then adding quickly, “Not that it matters but I was just wondering.”

“No problem,” David said, “I’m from a region in Italy called Tuscany.”

“I know all about it,” Kieran said, “It was one of the areas my Shaman made me study. I always wanted to go there to see the Church of the Four Gods. From the pictures my Shaman showed me, it’s magnificent, but he told me I couldn’t really appreciate it unless I stood exactly in the center of it, looked up and turned around in a circle and then I’d understand why so many paranormals chose to follow that religion. Have you ever been there?”

Unsure if Kieran was trying to expose him, David felt the urge to vanish again and it was only Zane’s hand holding his that kept him there giving him a sense of calmness. “Yes, I have,” he answered, “but I never did that. What happens when you do the circle thing?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kieran said, “I don’t know. My Shaman never told me that, only that I would find understanding, but that doesn’t matter to me, I just want to see the architecture… Oh macushla, did you ever go there?”

“No, but I agree with you—it’s a stunning piece of workmanship,” answered Logan, “and it’s one of the finest examples of Ancient High Gothic Celestial architecture left on earth.”

“It’s a church for paranormals? I never heard of it. Can humans go there too?” asked Theo.

“Only if they’re mated to a paranormal,” Kieran said.

“You mean a shifter can have a human for a mate? Pooh bear, did you know that?” Theo asked.

“No, I don’t remember learning that in school,” Norman answered.

“My Shaman,” continued Kieran, “told me it was more common a long time ago, but after humans started to hunt shifters—and when shifters began to go underground, so to speak—the gods decreed it should stop. They also forbade any shifter from disclosing the existence of another.”

Dakota then joined in. “Slate told me the original owners of this pub were a wolf shifter and a human and that’s what saved it when the war against the Scottish wolf shifters occurred.”

“Very true,” Ian’s mother, Lili, joined in. “Your parents would bring you here, Ian, whenever they had to visit Edinburgh. Do you remember?”

“So that’s why I had a déjà vu moment downstairs,” Ian chuckled. “I was chalking it up to my pregnancy hormones.”

Smiling, Lili’s husband, Samuel, said, “Remember dear, we would come here every year for our anniversary.”

Lili ducked her head, giggling, as she remembered what they did afterwards, and said, “Of course I do…and I also recall how beautiful the nights were.”

Seeing Ian blush at his mother’s comment, Colton smirked at the thought his mate wasn’t comfortable about his parents reminiscing about their sex life, so he steered the conversation back to the original topic. “If I understand you, Kieran, the Church of the Four Gods is also a religion?” asked Colton.

“Uh-huh. My Shaman told me about it but I wasn’t too impressed at the time because my belief in our gods and the Fates was very strong, but seeing the Church of the Four Gods was always something I wanted to do. Hey, macushla, I have a great idea!”

“Oh, no, here we go again!” groaned Theo.

“What do you mean?” Zane asked.

“Anytime, Ki says he has a great idea, beware,” answered Norman.

“P-u-u-leeze, that is so not true,” Kieran said. “I was thinking Logan and I could stop there on our way to Mykonos.”

“Why are you going to Greece?” asked David.

“Oh. My. God. David, you and Zane must come with us since you are newly mated also.”

“What about Slate and me?” asked Dakota. “We’re newly mated too.”

“Absolutely!” cried Kieran. “The more the merrier I’ve always said.”

“Ki, why Greece?” Zane asked.

“It has the very best gay parties with lots of music and dancing, and fabulous theme parties where we can make our own costumes. And then, there are also pool parties with lots and lots of hot sexy men that are about 99% naked.”

“What are they wearing if they are 99% naked?” asked Theo.

“Speedos!” exclaimed Kieran. “Teeny, tiny swim suits that highlight everyone’s assets, if you crotch my drift!” he said, giggling at his play on words.

Theo’s eyes widened then, turning to Norman, he said, “Pooh bear, I want to go there too. Can we, please?”

Norman smirked, he knew exactly why his honeybunch wanted to go. “Sure, if Ki agrees.”

“Oui!” Kieran answered, clapping at the thought of the fun everyone would have.

“Babe, before you buy tickets, I’ll have to check in with Jackson about the work he wants done,” Logan said.

“Oh, I know, macushla,” Kieran said, “I’m just making plans.”

Groaning, Logan murmured, “That’s what concerns me.” Then he lifted his mate onto his lap, nuzzling Kieran’s neck and giving him soft kisses and gentle nips until he got to the mating scar, which he licked.

“Macushla!” Kieran exclaimed, shivering in excitement. “Oh, my gods, that’s what rim…”

Watching Logan place his hand over Kieran’s mouth confused David because, as far as he could tell, Kieran wasn’t doing anything other than talking. Bile rose in him—the sight of physical restraint brought back bad memories of his time with the High Priestess. If the Alpha allows this, I don’t want to be in the Blackwood Pack. Calling forth his ability again, David disappeared, taking Zane with him.

Author Bio

The first book I ever wrote was Dire Warning in 2017 and, much to my delight, it became an Amazon Best Seller. Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicling the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates– stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings.

Now, six books later, Ghost Walker, another Best Seller, has just been released to critical acclaim. I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box.

My readers tell me they feel like they’re a member of the pack as the stories unfold. As if they’re right there in the middle of the action. Others tell me it’s like watching a fast-paced movie. My writing style pulls no punches– readers love it and are always clamoring for the next book.

Stories come to me as if they were being channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures and are not inhibited when it comes to revealing steamy details.

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Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog today. Below I have an exciting and exclusive excerpt from Ghost Walker, Book 6 in the Blackwood Pack series. In this story, Zane unexpectedly finds his Fated Mate, David, while on vacation but their journey to a HEA is filled with danger from the past. Luckily, the entire Blackwood Pack steps in to help save the day. 


David entered their bedroom, stopping short when he saw what was on their bed. “Love, I think someone made a mistake.”

Staring at the delectably cute ass of his mate as they walked into their bedroom, Zane almost bumped into his mate. Looking over David’s shoulder, Zane chuckled at the number of boxes and shopping bags piled on their bed. “Ki must have been shopping again and didn’t know we moved in.”

“He bought all of this?” asked David.

“Yeah, probably stuff for their pup,” Zane said, then turning his head, called, “Hey Ki, what do you want me to do with your loot?”

“Just a minute,” Kieran yelled from his bedroom. “I’ll be right there.”

“C’mon, babe, let’s gather it up,” Zane said, guiding his mate over to the bed. “Jeez, that man can shop.”

Hustling into the room, Kieran grinned at David, “I hope everything is the right size. I kind of guessed, well not really guessed because there was a guy shopping who was your exact size so I asked him if he would help me and he was so nice about it, even finding some stuff that I missed, if you can believe that, well, I would have, if I had more time, because everyone else wanted to get back, but they agreed to help me once they found out I was shopping for you. Have you looked at anything yet? Do you like it? It was really fun because Theo, Norm, and Fionn kept offering their opinion about everything. If you don’t like something, it can be returned ‘cause I kept all my receipts.”

Blinking his eyes several times, David was stunned when he finally understood what Kieran said. He bought me clothes? Why? Oh, this is terrible! I don’t have enough money to pay him back. What will he think? Maybe I can return everything because he has the receipts. I hope he won’t be offended if I do that. David glanced at his mate, seeking his help.

Zane was smiling at the mountain of stuff on their bed, mentally pleased Kieran had done it, especially after helping his mate pack up his clothes at Morgan’s. It had broken his heart to see his meager possessions—a few old shirts that someone had mended, a couple pairs of worn and faded blue jeans and the two black hoodies his mate had bought to hide his marks. Zane had already decided a shopping trip was in their near future, but it appeared Kieran had beaten him to it. Not that he minded because shopping wasn’t something he enjoyed—at least in person—but online shopping was a whole different matter.

Then, noticing the dismay on David’s face, Zane’s smile faded, wondering what was causing it. Hoping their mind link was working, Zane asked, Babe, what’s the problem? You don’t have to keep anything you don’t like.

Startled, his eyes rounded at Zane’s voice in his head, unsure what to do next. Then he heard his mate telling him just to say what he wanted to but do it in his mind. I can’t pay Kieran back. I have some money saved but I’m sure it won’t be enough. Do you think he would be offended if I return everything?

Babe, you know as Fated Mates whatever is mine is also yours, right? And that includes my bank accounts. I—we have more than enough money to cover all this.

Shaking his head, David said, “Zane, that’s money you earned. I can’t use it.”

Glancing between the two of them, Kieran suddenly realized the problem. “All this,” Kieran said, waving his arm, “Are my gifts to you, David. I don’t want you to pay me back. It’s the ‘Welcome to the Blackwood Pack’ shopping trip we all got when we joined the pack. Actually, I didn’t get you nearly enough but, as I said, the guys were eager to get back because they wanted to watch the new Aquaman movie after spending the day with the Loch Ness Monster. Theo has a real thing for the star, or so I’m told. You don’t have to worry about money anymore because you’re a Fated Mate and besides, as a member of the Blackwood Pack, you now will have a monthly allowance to spend any way you want.” Turning to Logan, who had joined them, he added, “Right, macushla?”  

“Monthly allowance?” David echoed.

Looking at Logan, Zane asked, sarcastically, “Is that right, bro?”

Damn, I should have sorted this out with Cody when he was here but too late for that now. “That’s right, bro,” said Logan, “according to Cody. I’ll explain it to you later,” he said, quickly changing the subject. “I see you went shopping, babe. Show me what you bought.”

Grinning, Kieran began opening up the shopping bags and boxes as he explained. “Well, David has these gorgeous, light, sky blue eyes so everything I bought will compliment them and his fair complexion.”

Zane tugged David close to him and whispered, “Remember, anything you don’t like can be returned. I promise you, Ki won’t be offended.”

Nodding, David’s eyes grew bigger as each piece of clothing was revealed. Never in his entire life had he seen such gorgeous outfits. Reaching down, he couldn’t help but rub one of the soft t-shirts between his fingers.



Book Title: Marked

Author: J. Jay Barrett

Publisher: Self-Published/ VPJ Publishing

Cover Artist: J. Jay Barrett

Genre/s: LGBT Urban Adventure, Fantasy/Romance

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: approx 70 500 words/206 pages

Release Date: February 20, 2018

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  Blurb Never interfere. Those were his orders, and for centuries he stood by them, faithfully serving those that had given him his charge. Until one fateful night, while hunting, the young vampire stumbles upon a handsome, young stranger. Within minutes, Holden finds his peaceful existence thrown into a tailspin. Soon, it’s a race against time to save the human that he just can’t seem to get out of his head.  

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  Excerpt Chapter One When Holden opened his eyes, the only light in the room was the orange glow of the sodium street lamps sifting between the wooden blinds from the grid of city streets, forty-four stories below, and the pale blue light of his alarm clock. The colors combined to give his stark white walls a purplish tint. The clock read 10:32. Shit. He had overslept. The sun had set hours before, which meant he’d wasted good, prime hunting time. If he didn’t hurry, all he’d be left with would be drunks, junkies or the homeless. None of which appealed to him. Most of them would probably taste sour and would offer very little in terms of nutritional value, their blood tainted with so many chemicals. Before he slid out from beneath his satin sheets, he quickly scanned his local armada of Ismeros for any sign of trouble throughout the city. He had about fifty or so Ismeros of his own posted around Chicago. Various members of the High Council probably had another sixty or seventy. They lived their normal, day-to-day lives, yet kept a close watch for him during the day while he slept. He offered them protection from the terrors that the world provided, while they provided him with information and food. Truth be told, had anything serious happened that day, the psychic connection he held with his Ismeros would have woken him from even the deepest sleep. It was part of a vampire’s long-evolved self-preservation mechanism, an army to protect him while he was most vulnerable, while he slept. While the need for an army of Ismeros had long since faded, the tradition of keeping them had not. The simple fact that he’d overslept was a sign that all was peaceful in the city. At any rate, it was still something he did every evening when he awoke, just to be sure. It had been decades since anything tempestuous had happened in his domain. The last Strigoi to invade Chicago had been John Wayne Gacy. His reign of terror had lasted far too long. It had taken the Council years to catch up with and dispose of the rogue vampire. They would have caught up with him much sooner had human law enforcement not gotten in their way. The thought of the long-executed Strigoi still made Holden rage inside. That bastard had killed one of Holden’s favorite Ismeros, Lukas, back in the 1970s. That boy had fucked like a champ and tasted like heaven, dipped in amazing and served with a side of remarkable. It still made Holden sad to think about. After all, it was because of Holden that boy had learned to trust vampires, which ultimately lead him to his untimely death. Holden still felt partially to blame and like a failure for not being able to save him. “Should I just order takeout? Or should I go pick something up?” Holden said out loud to his empty room as he climbed from the warmth of his bed, scanning a mental list of Ismeros again, this time searching for any willing blood donors, who lived happened to live nearby, that might pique his interest. It was Monday. Which meant the bars and clubs would be relatively quiet in the area, yet none of his Ismeros were catching his attention. He always did what he could to avoid the any of the Council’s Ismeros, never fully trusting them. Their loyalty lay with the Council, not with him. So, he always thought of them as spies despite working for the same team. “I’ll pick something up,” he decided out loud to an empty room. He moved to the window, pulling up the generic blinds, which released a cloud of dust and looked out the city grid below. The orange shimmer flooded the room, illuminating his naked body in the window. He really loved this new apartment; it was too bad he wouldn’t be able to stay long. The Council forced him to move frequently, more so because they thought it was best, not because he wanted to. It was an attempt to not to draw any unwanted attention from a nosey human. Human neighbors tended to notice when the twenty-something next door always remained a twenty-something. Holden had learned that lesson quickly in the years following the Great Chicago Fire. A neighbor had accused him of being a witch, which made for an exciting few weeks. In a stroke of luck, she’d ended up dying of cholera a short while later, and the attention quickly dwindled. That age had been a bit more superstitious than today’s society, but the Council insisted he not take any chances, so every few years he moved to a different part of the city. He had found this apartment a few months prior. Its location on a penthouse floor of a high rise on Lake Shore Drive had definite perks. Lincoln Park, the lakefront playground that stretched from downtown to the far north side, was directly across the boulevard-turned-freeway, and it offered plenty of dark areas for hunting, chock full of potential meals. Joggers, bikers, various riff-raff, late-night walkers… to a Vampire, it was like an international buffet. Each and every one of them ripe for the picking, with the park affording all the necessary discretion to do so. It was quite dark; all the trees muted the copper glow from the city streets on one side and on the other, a hundred mile stretch of the black, open waters of Lake Michigan. He almost always hunted his breakfast here, granted, it was usually a few hours earlier. Another option was to try his luck in the local bars and nightclubs that the neighboring Boystown and Wrigleyville had to offer. Being a Monday the only people at the bars and clubs around 4 am, his dinner hour, would be the hardcore drunks. And that much alcohol neither helped with how they tasted nor with how well they’d perform in the bedroom, both of which were equally important to a vampire. Tonight, he decided, he would exercise his third option, he would find an Ismeros to bring over for dinner, but breakfast he was going to be an excellent old-fashioned hunt. His naked form crossed the room into the ensuite bathroom, and he turned on the shower. Steam quickly fogged up the enclosure, which was entirely made out of frameless-glass. He climbed into the black marble interior and let the hot water spray over his skin and muscles washing away any trace of his early morning romp with last night’s dinner. The hot water soothed as it poured over his body. He massaged both of his shoulders with his hands. All of his muscles ached and burned. They cried out to be fed, burning for fuel. Every muscle fiber in his body was silently screaming out for food, having long burned off the meal from his tryst the night prior. Reminding him that it had been almost eighteen hours since he’d eaten. Jacob? Jake? John? Joe? He couldn’t remember. Johann? He had tasted Swedish, or maybe Finnish; it was hard to tell here in the New World. Everyone was a little bit of everything these days. Whatever he was, it was nothing spectacular, neither in taste nor his ability to perform in the bedroom. The boy had wound up being rather prudish and shy in bed, which was what Holden had expected from a boy who agreed to come home with him less than thirty minutes after they’d met. Sundays had historically been very easy. The boys of East Lakeview were always eager for one last weekend rendezvous before they had to go back to the monotony of the workweek. Most them begging for his phone number before he sent them on their way, always remembering the incredible fuck, never remembering him feeding on them. He was still happy to oblige. A vampire was always on the lookout for new Ismeros, sex, and food available at his every beck and call, but it was rare that they ever actually called. Sure, he’d sometimes get a text message, but in truth, the sleek iPhone that he’d bought at the insistence of his live-in Ismeros, Marie, rarely left where it was neatly docked on his desk in the living room. He had no real use for the thing, anyone he truly cared for, he was directly linked to, with a natural, psychic link. By the time he would see the text message, the boys usually had moved on to the next best thing, and that suited this vampire just fine. He emerged from the shower, wrapping his toned vampire body in only a plain white towel. The terrycloth fabric hung low from his waist, showing off his well-defined abdominal muscles and giving off just the slightest hint of well-groomed hair that it hid beneath its rough surface, as he walked into the living room. Marie was there, folding the solid black, Egyptian cotton sheets from his feeding room. He kept a second room strictly for feeding and fucking, having long ago been taught that you don’t bring your food into the bed that you sleep in. Things, of course, could always end up getting a little bit messy, with the inevitable exchange of body fluids. “You slept late tonight,” she said, giving him a sharp look of concern, “Are you feeling okay?” “I wish you’d woken me,’ he smiled. “But, yeah, I feel fine,” he said with a shrug of confidence. He was a vampire, and vampires never got sick. “Have you ever known me, or any vampire for that matter, to feel sick? I’m not sure, maybe my dinner date wore me out last night,” He smiled, remembering how attractive the boy had been. His name had definitely been Johann. “Speaking of, did you see him out?” Holden’s voice had long ago become very Americanized, losing almost all traces of its European roots. “He left shortly after he awoke this morning,” she said, “looking just as confused as the rest of them. I’m not sure how you do it…” She chuckled. “Talent,” he said coyly, a smirk spreading across his porcelain skin. “I learned from the best.” He, of course, was referring to his Sire, Damek. The elder vampire was nearly a thousand years old and had personally groomed Holden to be in the position that he was, Watcher for the High Council of Vampires. “I find it hard to believe that you aren’t the best,” she flirted, “I seem to remember you being the best.” Her New Orleans accent was still discernable after all these years and always served her well in the art of flattery. They, of course, had a very long history, at least in human terms, dating back to the late 1960s. He’d found her, homeless on the streets, ravaged by a rogue vampire, who had briefly passed through town. Having run away from an abusive home in Louisiana, she had nowhere to go, so he’d taken her in, raised her first as a foster child, then as a lover, but now she’d out-aged him, and things had come full circle. She loved him, Holden could tell, but not as a lover as she had in her youth, but more maternally. He felt a pang of remorse deep inside his heart. Holden had stolen her youth, taken her life and any hope she had ever had for a family. Next, he would steal her golden years. He shook his head to clear the thought away. “I think I’m going to the get dressed and head to the park for some breakfast,” he said. “No strange late-night visitors tonight, I promise.” “Good, then maybe tomorrow I will be able to sleep in,” she said with a nod and a joking smile, returning to the pile of linens at her feet. “Take your phone, please.” He, of course, heard her request, it was the same request she gave him every night but like most things’ humans said to him, he didn’t give it a whole lot of thought. He dropped his towel into the empty laundry basket next to her feet, turned and his naked form walked back towards his room to get dressed.

About the Author

Jay Barrett lives in Chicago with his husband. A writer in the evening, he’s a flight attendant by day and an avid runner. Marked is his first novel.  

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