With his CEO father away, Benjamin Whitaker III is left running the family empire. And, you know, trying not
to implode from anxiety while he’s at it.
Local investigative reporter Jackson James smells something fishy going on at Whitaker Seafood, and it’s
definitely not just the mackerel.
One’s trying to keep things clean and tidy. The other’s digging up some serious dirt.
This year, Silver Shoals isn’t dreaming of a white Christmas. Just a low stress week, a front page
headline, and a way out of this very merry fish-mess.
Baby, It’s Cod Outside is a
low heat, opposites attract, hurt/comfort, small town MM holiday romance. It can be read as a standalone.
Kat Cassidy is a romance novelist. She’s a dreamer, a schemer and, above
all else, a believer in true love. She lives in Canada with her husband, her kids, and her lovable mutt, and she
likes loud guitars and strong IPAs.
I’ve always been afraid of the monster inside me. Now I might have to finally unleash it.
Blurb
A hilarious, high-action M/M Buffy the Vampire Slayer—but all grown up, made spicier, and with a scrappy and lovable monster as the hero.
Perfect for fans of TJ Klune, David R. Slayton, and K.D. Edwards.
I was born an incubus, a literal soul-sucking sex demon. But I’ve deliberately never fed, so I don't have any powers.
Still, that doesn't stop an arrogant fae prince from blackmailing me into stealing a magical watch from a creepy San Francisco mansion.
Turns out, the artifact contains Collin, an all-knowing spirit with serious golden retriever vibes who looks like a cute twentysomething guy my age. If I can keep him from the fae, he swears we can be together—even physically—without anyone getting hurt.
The wrinkle? He’s also being hunted by bloodthirsty vampires who need the watch to end the world.
And my only ally? A smoking-hot monster slayer who's all "touch him and die" whenever I'm in danger but who would most certainly kill me if he ever discovered what I was.
I’ve spent my whole life trying to be good—and okay, maybe dreaming of someone who could make me feel less alone. But to save Collin and stop the apocalypse, I'll have to feed.
And once I taste a soul, there might be no coming back.
The Reluctant Incubus kicks off the New Adult M/M urban fantasy duet Alvin Alonso's Secret Files. There is a cliffhanger in Book 1—but don't worry: Book 2, Incubus Vampire Slayer, will be released on the same day. You will be able to binge the whole story, all the way to Alvin's deeply satisfying HFN.
A totally insane choice since, you know, I'm an actual monster.
And I did this right after finding out that the Hunter, Rafa, has a deep, personal connection with the vampires who are after me—vampires who've kidnapped the teen girl I'm supposed to rescue, and who need the magical watch I'm carrying to end the world.
As for that watch? It imprisons Collin—a handsome spirit who can answer any question and who gets me in a way no one else ever has. Over the last 24 hours, Collin and I have done a whole lot more than just making out.
The truth is, I actually think I'm falling in love with him. Which might be the craziest thing of all, since he still hasn't told me what he really is.
Look, I know I've made some bad decisions lately. But now I have people I need to protect, people I care about. And since I'm feeding, for the first time in my life, I have real power.
So yeah, maybe I'll never be good. But trust me—I am done running.
Because it's time to show those vampires what a real monster can do.
Incubus Vampire Slayer concludes the thrilling, laugh-out-loud adventure that began in The Reluctant Incubus, Book 1 of the MM urban fantasy duet Alvin Alonso's Secret Files. I recommend starting with The Reluctant Incubus so you can binge the whole story from the beginning through to Alvin's deeply satisfying HFN.
Excerpt from The Reluctant Incubus
BLAM! The final vampire bites the dust. I don’t even bother to look back to see if the undead creature was able to get anywhere near the badass Monster Hunter before it was cut down. Instead, I jump to my feet and run for the stairs in a blind panic.
“Wait!” Mr. Terminator yells, voice deep and gruff, clearly expecting complete compliance.
I am not waiting. I book it down the hallway, still gripping the shard of wood.
Collin jogs alongside, having no trouble keeping up. “Alvin? What are you doing?”
I ignore him and almost get to the first stair, but the Monster Hunter is so fast, he swings himself in front of me before I can even put a single foot on that OSHA disaster and grabs my shoulders, fully stopping me. He’s well over six feet. I am child-sized compared to him.
“Slow down, buddy. You don’t need to run. I got ’em.”
He’s less than a foot away from me, his shotgun shoved into some kind of back holster peeking out from under his duster. Without even thinking, I shove back hard against his chest with both of my palms, dropping the stake and using all my strength to try to get out of whatever his “paranormal-creature-smelling” range might be. But at this point I’m a sweaty mess, I’ve got the weak-ass muscles of a committed couch potato, and his grip is so strong, I don’t go anywhere.
In response, he pulls me in tight, into a full-on hug. (Oh, my God! What’s with all the hugs, scary strangers?!)
“Breathe. Breathe! You’re safe. I promise.”
He squeezes me tighter. I can’t breathe. I am so going to die.
About the Author
Alex Woolfson writes action-packed adventures with lovable gay heroes.
An East-Coaster who now calls the Bay Area home, Alex spent twenty years editing films and video before turning to comics, where he created the Lambda Literary Award finalist graphic novel Artifice and the long-running LGBTQ-superhero webcomic The Young Protectors.
His debut MM urban-fantasy novel, The Reluctant Incubus, kicks off the Alvin Alonso's Secret Files duet, delivering high stakes action, slow-burn romance, and queer heroes who save the world and each other.
When Alex isn't at his treadmill desk writing, you'll find him traveling the globe with his husband, on the hunt for the perfect taco.
The hockey player, the figure skater, and the roommate situation…
Gus
No one throws a party quite like I do. Technically, I could have graduated three years ago, but I love
Smithton, I love hockey, and the team needs a good captain with a positive outlook. That’s me. I love this town,
and it loves me.
Well, except for my roommate.
Rafe doesn’t like me at all—total mystery. I’m a nice guy. Ask anyone. He’s the one with
stick-in-the-mud-itis. Or maybe the nonstop partying is too much for him. It’s definitely taking a toll on me, and
I’m trying to do better ’cause in a twist, Rafe’s not so bad.
He has a great smile, pretty eyes, cute dimples, and—
Oh, man. I think I have a situation.
Rafe
This cannot be happening. I’m a competitive figure skater with goals and big plans. How did I get saddled
with a party-boy hockey-hero for a roommate?
Oh, yeah. I mistakenly assumed the captain of the hockey team would be goal-oriented. Wrong. Gus and I
have nothing in common, and I have no idea how I’m going to survive a year of this.
But oddly enough, we’re good together in a crisis. So good, I’m beginning to wonder if we could be
something serious. Something more than a couple of athletes playing the roommate game.
The Roommate Game is an MM light-angst, college hockey romance featuring a fun-loving captain, a
serious figure skater, and a chance at forever.
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband,
who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both
provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write. She’s been telling
stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving
every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more
satisfying! Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
PROMO BLITZ - To Beguile A Banished
Lord by Fearne Hill
Length: 300 pages Series: #3 in
Regency Rossingley Prior Reading: not required Genre: Historical
Romance (Regency England) Tropes: age-gap, a spoiled Regency twink, grumpy
sunshine, jealousy, redemption, a Regency romp Trigger/Content Warnings: An episode
of suicidal ideation on a high rooftop Publisher: NineStar Press
Rollo Duchamps-Avery, the high-spirited second son of the eleventh Earl of
Rossingley, is not in his father’s best books. After one misdemeanour too many, the earl ruins Rollo’s idyllic
summer by packing him off to the wilds of rural Norfolk, arranging for him to stay with the Duke of Ashington’s
loathsome brother.
Lord Lyndon Fitzsimmons has an aversion to houseguests. Shunned by polite society for crimes far
wickeder than anything Rollo could dream up, all Fitzsimmons wants is to drink himself into a stupor, tend his
beloved hydrangeas, and take potshots at tin soldiers.
If only his inquisitive young visitor, with his pretty little head of wispy blond hair, his stupidly coltish legs,
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This third book in the Rossingley
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the Duke of Ashington’s disgraced brother, Lord Lyndon Fitzsimmons. This book can be read as a
standalone.
Fearne Hill resides far from the madding crowds in the county of Dorset, deep
in the British countryside. She likes it that way. Her queer romance, Two Tribes, was a finalist in the 2023
Lambda Literary Awards. Her popular Rossingley series was nominated in nine separate categories of the
2021 Goodreads M/M Romance awards and received an Honourable Mention in the 2021 Rainbow
Awards.
Length: approx 65.000
words Series: standalone Prior Reading:
n/a Genre: contemporary Tropes: black cat + golden retriever,
grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity, uptown lawyer vs downtown tattoo artist, we're just having fun here...aren't
we?, one night stand turns into two, no three...make that four Trigger/Content Warnings:
n/a Designer: Reese Dante
Keston: I’m never lucky As a foster kid I bounced from home to home. My tattoo parlor is my
only safe space. My days are spent making art and my nights are lonely, even when I’m not
alone. Then I meet him. Bailey Marks. The man who won’t stop talking and making me laugh.
Making me want to see him again and again. But I don’t belong in his suit-and-tie world.
Bailey: I’m never lucky. I lost my father, and my so-called mother sees me as a bank account. I
spend my time bailing my sister out of trouble, but she’s all I’ve got. Except my law practice, which is the
only thing that’s totally mine. I tell too many jokes to hide how lonely I am, and I have way too many
one-night stands. I just want someone to love. Then I meet him. Keston Harris. The gorgeous
loner who’s closed off his emotions, with walls higher than the Empire State building. One kiss from him, and
I’m a goner.
We’re two lonely hearts, unlucky in life and love, failed by people who should’ve been there for
us. What we do know is, the world feels better when we’re together, and life seems easier now that we
have each other.
Trust issues? We’ve got a million of them. Yet we keep turning to each other when life gets
tough. But it’s nothing serious. Maybe if we say it often enough, we’ll believe it.
And maybe…just maybe, we’ll finally be one of the lucky ones.
about the author:
Felice Stevens writes romance because what is better than people falling in
love? Her favorite part of a romance novel is that first kiss…sigh. She loves creating stories of hopes and
dreams and happily ever afters. Her stories are character-driven, rich with the sights, sounds and flavors of
New York City and filled with men who are sometimes deeply flawed but always real. Felice writes M/M
romance because she believes that everyone deserves a happily ever after. Having traveled all over the world,
she can safely say that the universal language that unites people is love. Felice has written in a variety of
sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal and has a mystery series as well. Felice is a two-time
Lambda Literary award nominee, and Lambda award winner for Best Gay Romance for her book, The Ghost
and Charlie Muir.
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Rhodes, by Crea Reitan
Light Me Up, by EM Denning
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To Break the Ice, by Fae Quin
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Sometimes the sweetest
victories happen off the ice.
Blurb
Ryland Zervudachi lives for the game of hockey—and
for the chance to build the kind of team unity that will carry the Columbus
Pilots all the way back to the playoffs after last season’s crushing defeat.
Off the ice, though, there’s one goal he hasn’t managed to score—the heart of
Kyle Dabbs, the Vermont Trailblazers’ team captain and his long-time
crush.
Kyle Dabbs has built a life centered on quiet
strength. After a childhood scarred by his father’s verbal abuse, Dabbs pours
his energy into his career on the ice and the book series he’s written to help
kids like the boy he once was. He doesn’t need someone flashy, loud, and
spotlight-loving like Ryland turning his world upside down.
But when an untimely appendectomy leaves Dabbs
stuck at home, Ryland—recovering from an injury—shows up to help. Between
late-night Scrabble competitions, pumpkin-carving mishaps, and long talks that
peel back layers they’ve both kept hidden, Dabbs begins to see past Ryland’s
bold exterior.
With chemistry sparking and walls crumbling, both
men must decide if they’re ready to risk their hearts for something even better
than a championship: love.
Excerpt
“Hey,” Ryland said, his mouth going dry when Dabbs’
gaze met his. “How’s your summer been so far?”
Dabbs leaned his forearms on the top of the
high-backed kitchen chair on his left. It sent his biceps straining against his
blue T-shirt. Ryland forced his gaze off them.
“Well, let’s see,” Dabbs said, his voice a deep
timber that stroked along Ryland’s skin. “Bellamy and I just moved into a new
place, so there are still boxes of crap taking up floor space in the kitchen.
One of the kids at hockey camp this week decided the ice was too slippery, so
he sat out almost every activity. And one of my dogs swallowed a
bee.”
Ryland gasped. “Oh my god. Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.” Dabbs regarded him for a long moment,
his expression softening. “Nice of you to be concerned though. How has your
summer been?”
“Oh, its . . . ” Ryland stumbled over his words for
a moment, still stuck on Nice of you to be
concerned. “Fine. Good. I can’t top any of that, but my niece did
puke candy all over my feet when I picked her up from daycare last
week.”
Dabbs made a face. “Gross.”
“I was wearing flip-flops.”
Dabbs made gagging sounds.
“Imagine trying to get vomit out from under your
toenails.”
“Oh god, stop talking.” Dabbs straightened and
covered his mouth with the back of his hand, as though his gag reflex had
engaged.
“On a lighter note, I built a canoe.”
“You . . . what?”
“Built a canoe. Well, me and six other people. We
took part in a canoe-building workshop in Glen Hill over the past two months,
and we built a communal wood strip canoe. We even took it out onto the water
last week.”
“Did it float?”
Putting on his most scandalized Southern belle
impression, Ryland brought his hand up to his chest. “Excuse
you. Yes, it floated. Rude.”
Dabbs chuckled. “Sorry. You just don’t seem like
the woodworking type.”
“Oh, I know how to work wood.” Ryland gave Dabbs an
up and down glance.
“Very, very well.”
He wasn’t sure what to expect from Dabbs. For him
to be so turned on that his cheeks pinked and he stuttered over his
words?
Dabbs, coolly confident in a way Ryland had never
managed, did neither of those things. Instead, he drawled a lazy, “Me too,” and
added three tiles to the Scrabble board,
adding w, o, and d to
an existing o.
Wood.
Ryland had to laugh, surprised by this aspect of
Dabbs’ sense of humor. “Not exactly what I meant.”
Dabbs grinned. “Wood for eight points, plus a
double letter score on the w for a total
of twelve points. Your turn.”
Swearing under his breath—word games weren’t
Ryland’s strong suit—he added a g and
a t to an
existing e, netting himself four points for get.
“It’s okay,” Dabbs said. “We can’t all be good at
everything.”
Ryland laughed. “Oh, you
did not just go there.”
“Hey, are we heading out to dinner, or what?” Jason
called from the front door. “I’ll drive.”
“Do you play darts, Dabbs?” Ryland asked, grabbing
his wallet from the table in the foyer.
“I’ve played a game or two,” Dabbs said
hesitatingly. “Why do I get the feeling I’m going to regret admitting
that?”
Ryland grinned. “You’ll see.” And followed the
group out the door.
About the
Author
Amy’s lived with her head in the
clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two
languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy
day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of
treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between
men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever
she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest
environmental non-profit.
An unapologetic introvert, Amy reads
too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with
readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and
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