Blast – A Holiday to Sustain Us by Michele Notaro


One kiss under the mistletoe and now I’m hooked. I can’t get him out of my head… and I think I might like it.With so much to do, you’d think I wouldn’t have time to obsess. Too bad all I can think about is the way Ash’s lips tasted on mine and the way his lithe muscles moved under my touch. No matter where I go or what I do, thoughts of him are never far.The holidays are coming to the Ono-Nai house, and I only have one thing I’m wishing for this year—Ash.

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KU Book Blast – The Intern


The Intern, a steamy, forbidden age-gap romance by Sophia Karlson is available to read on #KindleUnlimited NOW!







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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔!

~BLURB~When a steamy video lands in the wrong hands, their worlds collide as they never should have. With one video he thinks he has her all figured out? Does she have a surprise for him…IzzyIzzy Scarpa is a quick study. In the past ten minutes, she’s learned that unwritten rules are there to make people toe the line. After a most humiliating meeting with her boss, all she wants is to walk out of this boardroom, but she has a new contract to sign—one that will derail all her future career prospects and everything she’s worked for. If only she’d adhered to Bryce Sutherland’s simple rules…Rule #1:Don’t let your boss catch you in a steamy video you posted online, flaunting his company logo as if he were your biggest sponsor.Rule #2:No tears in the boardroom. Ever.Rule #3 (and this is one of her own):If your boss wants to screw you over, screw him over right back.In theory this works perfectly, that is until she falls in love with the human behind Bryce Sutherland’s cold, handsome façade…and has to make the hardest choice she never anticipated making in the first place.BryceFor Bryce Sutherland all decisions in life fall into one of two categories: good or bad.Every day he works hard to step away from his past and make good decisions, especially where his company and reputation are at stake. Rules make good versus bad decisions easy, and he likes to stick to them.Rule #1:His company’s interns are off limits. And that goes double when it comes to Izzy Scarpa.Rule #2:When that same intern makes a hot-as-hell video that lands in his inbox, company logo and all, don’t keep it. Or watch it on repeat. Delete, delete, delete.Rule #3:Don’t break rule #1 or rule #2 and be the idiot that falls in love with this gorgeous, feisty woman in the process.As for Izzy Scarpa…she might break more than rules and his bank account—she might just break his heart.

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Santa’s Secrets, by K.C. Wells


🎅 𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮. 🎅

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Anthony and Santa have been friends for more than forty years, since they met when Anthony was twelve years old. Two men who make the most of one day a year. But Santa’s been keeping secrets too, only, his will probably blow Anthony’s mind!


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Diamonds Under the Mistletoe, by Ki Brightly

 💎 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐉 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?💎

DIAMONDS UNDER THE MISTLETOE by Ki Brightly is out now and #FREE to read in KU! 


Winter’s a sweet man who’s been the target of a heist, and only RJ, a grumpy ex-cop, can save him from ruin. The problem: RJ isn’t sure he can trust that Winter wasn’t in on the crime, and RJ has been tricked by a pretty face in the past…


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Book Blast Dungeon Integration by Teodora Georgieva

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Book Blast & Excerpt: Dungeon Integration By Teodora Georgieva

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Cosmos Shared Universe, Book 2

An m/m fantasy novel with sci-fi elements,

and comedic undertones.

In a world where happiness can be bottled, a dungeon core is displaced from his home when a baby dungeon core sprouts in his backyard.

He’s lucky that a human who is also an immigrant in the Cosmos has grown attached to him. Nathaniel agrees to help Tim spread his influence over the planet Ursula 590.

The problem? Well, dungeon cores might be as numerous as mushrooms in the New Cosmos, but they are unknown in the Cosmos. From petitions to kidnapping attempts, the integration of one World Dominating Dungeon Core has never been as complicated. And, if he can’t win the citizens of Ursula 590 over, then, he will be cast out into outer space.

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I better collect my thoughts about them now, before I forget. So, emotions. They can be bottled. And not in the unhealthy way, we do it on Earth. It is not like you feel numb, after bottling your emotions, or you get holes in your memory. It is a perfectly harmless way to share what you are feeling with the world. Even children do it. Even I do it. My in-law, Constantine, I think I have mentioned him a couple of times. Well, he used to be a professional happiness bottler, and did it all without being on a constant sugar high. How he managed to keep himself happy long enough to support himself with it, is beyond me. Daniel, my cousin, also bottles his emotions. He got me into doing the same. I use the emotions I bottle, to barter for things in the New Cosmos. In my bottomless bag, something that I was given by Dorothea as a gift, when I started working for Manacom, I have all the potions I bottled during the weekend. Plus, a couple of Daniel and Constantine’s. Daniel is 41, while I am 25. I have been a citizen of the Cosmos for the last five months, but have been living in there and traveling between the two dimensions for the past year. I really should mention that in my next vlog entry.
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About the Author:

Teodora is someone whose greatest passion is telling stories. Not just any stories, but stories that are all about love, no matter the gender of the people involved in the romance. She is often lost in one fantasy world or the other, with the occasional excursion into space, in the early hours of the morning. Her Muse has a preference for romance rotating around men loving men. The two of them don’t argue often on that, and are determined to write 100 books.

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The Grocers’ Son by Garrick Jones


Book Title: The Grocers’ Son

Author: Garrick Jones

Publisher: MoshPit Publishing

Cover Artist: Garrick Jones

Release Date:  September 21, 2022

Genres: Crime Fiction; Detective; Thriller

Tropes: Lost lovers reunited

Themes: The strength of relationships over time; What one will do for love

Heat Rating:  2 flames      

Length:  138 629 words/ 422 pages (paperback)

It is a standalone book and the third book in the Clyde Smith Mystery series.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.


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“I swear to God it was Willoughby. My brother stood not two feet away from me, called me Lina to my face, and pulled Harley into his arms, saying he was sorry, sobbing, and calling him his boy.”

An apparition in Sydney’s fruit and vegetable market leaves the mother of one of Clyde’s best friends believing that her brother, hanged for murder twenty-four years beforehand, has somehow risen from the grave and confronted her.

She is adamant that the visitation was real and visits Clyde asking him to investigate the mass murder her brother was supposed to have committed. She believes he was either set up or was covering for someone else’s crime.

Could this vision have been a folie à deux, a delusional vision shared by both mother and son? As Clyde investigates, clues lead him to one of Australia’s most famous silent screen actors, a man who, together with his murdered father, becomes intrinsically linked to the mass murder, known as The Killing at Candal Creek.

Wheels within wheels, lies, extortion, and coverups lead Clyde to a bloody confrontation on a deserted beach in the tropics. This time, it’s not only his own life at risk but also that of one of his most valued and closest friends.


 I was in my “puzzle room” when I heard Harry’s cooee from the front door.

I called it a puzzle room because that’s the phrase we’d used during the war to describe a safe place where we could discuss plans, devise strategies, and toss ideas around. Mine was my bathroom, lying on my back in the bath with the lights out and the shower falling onto my legs, the only illumination from the flickering blue light of the gas geyser. After eating dinner, I’d listened to Mama Lena’s Arrivederci Roma radio programme then had got stuck into some research on Elwood Pearson.

I could hear Harry clunking around in the hallway. “I’m in here!” I called out.

“I know!” he responded, then appeared in the doorway, totally naked except for the black bow tie around his neck and wearing his socks and garters.

“What happened to the master of the house looking for the lazy footman?” I said, laughing because I could see he was more than three sheets to the wind.

He climbed into the tub and sat between my legs, water pouring over his head, grinning at me stupidly. “I changed it,” he said. “It’s master of the house, pissed out of his skull, ravishing the naked footman in the bathtub.”

“Come here,” I said, and pulled his head down for a kiss. “You’re not that drunk,” I added, my hand having found no evidence of brewer’s droop.

“Shh!” he said, biting my chin. “Mark’s crashed in the spare room.”


“Too many cocktails, both of us. We caught a taxi and he helped me up the stairs.”

“So, no noise then?”

“Nup,” he said, then pulled my legs around his hips and let forth a loud wolf-howl.

I laughed then pushed my wet washcloth between his teeth, which he spat out then attacked my mouth with his own. I really hoped Mark had closed his bedroom door. When Harry was in this sort of mood, he could make a lot of noise … not that I was complaining.

About the Author 

From the outback to the opera.

After a thirty-year career as a professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQUniversity.

Brought up in Australia, between the bush and the beaches of the Eastern suburbs, I retired in 2015 and now live in the tropics, writing, gardening, and finally finding time to enjoy life and to re-establish a connection with who I am after a very busy career on the stage and as an academic.

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Blast Post  “Third Front“ by E.M. Hamill.

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E.M. Hamill has a new queer space opera out (non-binary, gender fluid, pansexual, gay), The Dalí Tamareia Missions book 3: Third Front. And there’s a giveaway.

Dalí Tamareia has the terrorist Skadi in their sights – but bringing her in may cost them everything.

Dalí’s role as an undercover operative is compromised, putting a target on their back and threatening the close-knit team aboard Thunder Child. A new lead on Miriam Skadi’s activities forces them back to Luna, where they must confront everything they tried to run from…including their changed relationship with Rion Sumner, who insists on backing up Dalí for this investigation.

But Dalí is not the only one searching for Skadi. An alien presence hunts the terrorist as well, taking over Sumner’s body to ensure Dalí’s cooperation. With their team on the other side of the solar system Dalí must depend on this questionable ally to complete the mission, which takes a deadly turn when an old nemesis resurfaces.

If there is any chance for a future with Sumner and their chosen family, Dalí must exorcise the demons haunting them, or they will burn in the heart of a star.

Warnings: graphic violence, grief, sexually explicit scenes

About the Series: A diplomat turned galactic operative risks everything to bring in the terrorist who shattered their life.

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The flint-blue curve of Earth filled the transparent alloy of the windshield. Even gravely wounded, humanity’s ancestral home was breathtaking. Phantoms of arid golden continents haunted breaks in the heavy cloud-cover; oceans glinted like winks of mercury in Sol’s light. The atmosphere was beginning to clear, but it would take the surface longer to purge the toxic aftermath of war and pollution from soil and sea

How in the seven hells did we manage to fuck up a whole planet?

“Prepare for drop,” Sumner murmured into his headset. I braced myself.

“In five. Four. Three. Two … “

The magnet released us. Sumner fired top thrusters to quickly maneuver the ship away from the hull and we floated free. “We’re clear.”

“See you soon,” Ozzie said. Thunder Child left us in her wake, heading off to complete the surveillance mission. Sumner throttled the little craft into motion and carved an arc in space, putting the planet behind us.

And there it was.

The moon’s disc swelled before us, painted in silver and ash. In the nightfall of Earth’s passing shadow, the lunar plains of Mare Nubium sparkled with lights, and at the southern horn of the penumbra’s crescent, where light and darkness embraced, lay the place I once called home.

“Have you ever been to Luna?” My uneven voice betrayed the winding tension inside me.

“No.” Sumner glanced at me, but I kept my gaze on the moon, unable to meet his eyes. “I’ve only been to the major space stations before Mars. Where did you live?”

“Kepler. You can just make out a hexagon of complexes north of the crater.”

“I see it.”

“The apex dome, Galileo, is where the Capitol is. The University is under Kepler, at the middle left. That’s where … where we … “

Memories lay bitter and sweet on my tongue, the ache in my throat a hot coal. Oh, coming back was such a bad idea.

“The—” I coughed to clear the suffocating thickness from my voice. “The old city is in the industrial complex at the bottom of Bullialdus Crater, that cluster of rectangular structures near the shuttle port.”

A sparkle of transparent alloy and steel caught my eye as we got closer. My palms grew damp.

Luna Terminal gleamed against the void of space. Intact, as if the explosion that shattered the Earthward docking arm and killed so many innocent people had never happened. As if my heart was still whole and strong, not the bruised piece of meat thudding too fast in my chest.

The restored line of windows where Gresh and ‘Sida once stood to bid me goodbye were blank and flawless. Empty.

The spring-coil of anxiety suddenly exploded into shards and hollowed out my insides. I forgot to breathe, my white-knuckled fingers clenching the edge of the jump seat.

Fuck Kiran Singh. No matter what Mother England wanted to tell me, I should never have agreed to come back.

My breath ran shallow in the heavy gravity of blind panic. I fumbled with the stiff buckle of the five-point harness.

“Dalí? You okay?” Sumner’s quiet voice cut through the noise in my head.

“I can’t … ” The clasp wouldn’t give, my sweat-slick fingers numb and buzzing. “God damn it! I need to get out of the cockpit.”

“Hey, hey.” He extended his right hand and gently laid it over mine where I scrabbled at the release. “We’re in Three. Where are you going to go?”

I gave up trying and gripped his hand, pressing it against my chest.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Breathe. A deep breath. Come on, you can do it.”

I drew in a shuddering gasp, filled my lungs with air, and just as unevenly let it out.


The second one was less painful. “I’m sorry,” I managed to wheeze. “I didn’t think it would hit me this hard.”

“You thought you were prepared. You weren’t. Not yet.”

His hand was warm, and I hugged it like an anchor against the free-fall of chaos. I didn’t let go until my breathing was closer to normal and I knew I wouldn’t fall apart. His touch calmed me, and at the same time it created a ripple of longing I wasn’t ready to deal with. That was finally what made me let go.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, releasing his hand with a sheepish press of gratitude, and scrubbed my wet eyes with my palms. It was the first episode in months since I’d started the meds. I was fiercely glad Thunder Child was out of our implanted coms’ range and my teammates had not been remote witnesses to this meltdown. “I feel ridiculous.”

“Never feel that way.” The gentle admonition made me glance up and meet his eyes. Aquamarine sparks snapped in the depths of his irises as he held my gaze. “What you witnessed can’t be processed all at once. It comes out in pieces because it’s too much.”

“That felt like a huge chunk.” But the empty space had begun to collapse on itself. The void softly filled with a new substrate and covered the scree of old trauma as we stared at each other. Once again, Rion Sumner showed me the side I wanted to know better, and I desperately wanted to know it when I wasn’t a fucking mess he had to prop up.

“Port Armstrong to approaching vessel.” Three’s com blared as Luna Station’s control center registered our presence. The emotionless mechanical voice in our headsets startled both of us. “Verify identity and destination.”

Sumner toggled his mic with what I swore was irritation. “Port Armstrong, Midak 3 requesting approach.”

“Midak 3, transmitting approach vectors,” the artificial controller’s voice replied.

The instrument panel came alive with lights and coordinates. Auto-piloting sequences blinked suggestively on the data screen. Of course, Sumner chose to pilot Three manually, our moment of connection sublimated into preparation to enter lunar airspace.

I silently cursed the cock-blocking AI running the tower and sat back to watch him guide our little craft into the deep well of Bullialdus Crater, a bright path of syncopated flashes leading us into the underground terminal. The small, rocking thump of landing sent a shiver through me.

Luna. The people who had made it my home no longer existed, yet here I was.

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Elisabeth “E.M.” Hamill is a nurse by day, unabashed geek, chocoholic, sci fi and fantasy novelist by nights, weekends, and wherever she can steal quality time with her laptop.

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Book Blast kit for Exclusive by Ki Brightly and M.D. Gregory and the Model Love Series

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Getting signed as an exclusive model for a new fashion line is a dream come true for Asa, but is there more to the rich Ruslan than meets the eye? Being a model was supposed to be temporary for Asa McGogh AKA Augustine Hart. His fashion career was meant to be a stepping stone to acting, but when he gets an exclusive contract that comes with a hefty payday, he can’t say no. It would be a privilege for any model to be the face of a new fashion line built by millionaire Ruslan Kozlova, and it doesn’t hurt that Ruslan is charming, a flirt, and incredibly handsome. Ruslan Kozlova has a lonely life. Being a mafia boss isn’t easy, and all he wants to do is find the right person to stay by his side. When he sees Asa on a billboard, he knows he must have him, and he’ll do anything to make it happen, even bankroll an entire fashion line to get him close. Ruslan doesn’t want to be like every other businessman who expects more than Asa is willing to give him, though, so he decides to woo him the old-fashioned way. The more time Ruslan spends with Asa, the more he comes to realize how different Asa is from every other man he has met. Asa is pure and sweet, and Ruslan will do anything to keep him from the dark part of his life. But what happens when Asa finds out who Ruslan really is? Exclusive is part of the Model Love multiauthored series. Each book can be read as a stand-alone story, in any order, but there are so many models falling in love, why not read them all?

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The first time I saw him, I was bored out of my mind sitting in an office on the top floor of a skyscraper in New York City, with a gun in my hand pointed at a weasel who thought he could get away with not settling his debt. The five men I’d brought with me surrounded him, each with their own gun aimed at a different part of his body. I took a moment to sigh away my disappointment and glanced out the large, rectangular window. Boredom plagued me, the weariness of this job taking its toll on my mind. I’d been doing this since my tato passed on to the next life. It hadn’t been my passion to run a mob, but here I was, unhappy. That’s when I caught sight of the billboard plastered above a building with his face gracing an ad for cologne. His grin was wide, mouth parted with a touch of seduction, and his dark hair was combed back. Black-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, giving him a geeky but attractive look. I wasn’t the type of guy who called another man pretty, but he was exactly that, with lush pink lips and a smile that could take even the steeliest man’s breath away—which it did for me. I stood from the black leather chair I’d been sitting in and walked to the window, fixated on the billboard. From here, I couldn’t see a stage name, but unless he was a celebrity I didn’t recognize, it would be unusual for that to be part of the advertisement. I let out the breath I’d been holding and dropped the gun to my side.
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Ki grew up in small town nowhere espousing loudly to anyone who would listen about the never-ending boredom, but amongst all that boredom was time to write, daily bonfires, and an endless stretch of sky to ripen an overactive imagination. Now, living in Erie, Pennsylvania Ki enjoys the sandy beaches and appreciates those quiet times a lot more. Ki is a beach bum during the summer, takes on more projects than are strictly healthy, and spends as much time as possible with family.

About M.D. aka Meg:

Blood. Gore. Criminals. Romance.

M.D. Gregory loves it all. She believes everyone deserves to find love, even those characters with questionable motives. As an alternative pen name of M/M romance author Meg Bawden, M.D. Gregory writes bloodier romances with more violence, kink, and bad boys. Her characters are not good guys. They live for danger and thrive on pain and retribution. But even those sorts of men fall in love, right?

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Anyta Sunday – Pier Pressure Book Blast


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Plenty of fish in the sea.⁣

But what if there is no “plenty”? What if Leon Finn is a lone fish? A lone fish in a glass bowl swimming in hopeful but ultimately lonely circles forever?⁣

Dumped and forced to retreat to his tiny-town seaside bach, it’s time for Leon to cast some lines, and quick! Prove to everyone—(*cough*) ex, mother, other ex who he’s now accidentally living with—that he’s a catch.⁣

Only no one is biting.⁣

It sucks, but it’s solvable.⁣

With his trusty sewing machine and endless stash of fabric he’ll make himself into the ultimate suitor. Stitch this right up.⁣

But as a certain someone keeps whispering in his ear, is this the right way?⁣

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𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘺 𝘔/𝘔 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.⁣

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