Length: 60,000 words Series: Love the Game book 4 (shared world, standalone) Prior Reading: n/a Genre: contemporary, sports Tropes: Banter, bruises, and unexpected tenderness. Featuring: grumpy/sunshine vibes, emotional intimacy, found family, a meddling little brother, and the hottest “oops, I sent you a sex tape by accident” moment in romance. Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a Designer: Story Style Cover Designs
As the thirtysomething captain of the Exeter Seagulls, he’s built a career on strength, silence, and shielding his emotions as ruthlessly as he does his teammates. But when an injury rocks his team—and a series of frustrating media storms threaten to unravel his legacy—Cam finds himself one mistake away from losing everything he’s worked for. The last thing he needs is a distraction.
Enter Brent Parks: sunshine in tattooed skin, newly settled in Exeter, and a little too perceptive for Cam’s comfort.
Brent came to England chasing purpose. What he didn’t expect was a brooding rugby player with eyes like winter and walls like stone. But the chemistry? Immediate. Irresistible. And very, very mutual. Brent isn’t afraid to get under Camden’s skin—and he’s definitely not afraid to stay there.
When a one-time tattoo consult turns into stolen kisses, slow mornings, and a summer of something that feels a lot like more, both men are forced to face the truth: Falling for each other wasn’t in the game plan. And neither is what happens when the spotlight turns on their relationship.
With mounting pressure, cross-continental tours, and past insecurities clawing their way to the surface, Camden has to decide if love is a risk he’s finally ready to take. And Brent? He’s ready to prove that he’s not just a distraction—he’s the reason to stay.
A swoony, slow-burn MM sports romance full of banter, bruises, and unexpected tenderness. Featuring: grumpy/sunshine vibes, emotional intimacy, found family, a meddling little brother, and the hottest “oops, I sent you a sex tape by accident” moment in romance.
Full Tilt is book five in a brand-new sports romance shared world. Featuring books from Willow Thomas, Becca Steele, Jodi Oliver, EM Denning, Becca Jackson, EM Lindsey, and Cora Rose.
Becca Seymour is a British/Aussie author and the #1 gay romance best seller of the True-Blue series. Known for "steamy and endearing" and "emotionally profound love stories" (InD'tale Magazine) her books have been nominated for multiple RONE Awards.
Becca has a sweet tooth for marshmallow-hearted monsters, swoon-worthy supernatural studs, and everyday guys and basketball players with hearts of gold. If you like your MM romance sweet, spicy, and occasionally action-packed, slip into stalker mode and fall hard for her True-Blue and Minnesota Eagles men—and maybe a shifter or monster two.
Desperately wanted
found-family sometimes comes with wagging tails and a whole lot of
fur.
Blurb
Arthur
When I was squeezing seven rescue dogs and a horde of cats in my small
house, all I wanted was to not turn away a pet in need. Opening the Safe Haven
Pet Rescue was a dream come true. But when I get hurt, standing between a man
with a gun and a stray dog, I realize I still can't do it all.
My injured leg, a concussion, having to lean on my friends,
and realizing how helpless I feel, throws me back to my childhood when nothing
I did ever seemed to be enough. But there's one silver lining. Brooklyn West.
He's the kind of guy who holds a stranger’s hand in a crisis. He's great with
my dogs, even cranky little Chili, and really seems to want to help the
shelter. I like watching him be a protective big brother when his sister turns
up on his doorstep, even though I think there's pain underneath his sunny
smiles. But as we move toward friendship, I keep looking for the strings, for
the catch, and wondering how I'll pay him back, because nothing in my life can
be that sweet, or that simple.
Brooklyn
I went through a
slice of medical hell, and came out the other side with enough money to move to
the opposite side of the country and start the doggie daycare business of my
dreams. The cherry on top of that good luck is meeting Arthur Bjornsson. Big,
wild-bearded, soft-voiced Arthur is the kind of guy my family would've
ridiculed. He's warm-hearted and willing to throw himself into harm's way right
in front of my eyes to save one pathetic stray dog.
He's
the kind of guy who gives me back some faith in humanity. But when my underage
sister Cheyenne shows up on my doorstep, on the run from the family I thought
I'd escaped, my old life and new collide. I want to help Arthur, get to know
him, and, as he heals, I want more than just friendship. But Cheyenne brings
legal risks, a teen on the other side of my bedroom wall, and the threat of
retribution from our family. The simple relationship I thought Arthur and I
were building is suddenly messy as hell. I don't know how we'll get through
this to reach the furever home I so desperately want.
A Furever
Home is a fur-baby-filled,
hurt-comfort, small town romance between two men whose only chance at a family
is to build one themselves.
Excerpt
I sat behind the counter at Safe Haven animal
rescue, listening to my shelter manager calling me from across the ocean. “Did
you see the video?” The happiness in Shane’s voice made me smile. “Was that
cool or what?”
“Hang on.” I swiped my phone over to where I had a
waiting text from Shane’s boyfriend, Theo. Sure enough, there was a video
attached. When I hit play, I saw Shane with his little white cat Mimsy doing
their routine of Mimsy-tricks with the iconic architecture of Paris behind
them. In this short clip, Mimsy jumped from the ground up to Shane’s shoulder,
then balanced on his head and raised one paw in a salute.
I said, “Did you just busk in front of Notre
Dame?”
Shane had lived off his wits and Mimsy’s skills for
a long time, but Theo was rich enough he no longer needed to.
“Not busking,” Shane told me. “I didn’t put the hat
out. Wouldn’t risk breaking the law here. But Mimsy was riding on my shoulder
and these two kids asked if she was a real cat, speaking English with the
cutest French accents, and I couldn’t resist letting her show off a
bit.”
Of course he couldn’t. Shane would deny it till he
was blue in the face, but he was a sucker for kids, and for that little cat.
Letting her shine while making kids laugh was his favorite thing. Aside from
being with Theo, of course. The newfound brightness of Shane’s voice
warmed me, even as I pushed aside an unworthy pang of jealousy. Shane had lived
a much harder life than I had—forced to leave his family as a teenager, going
homeless, sometimes going hungry, so independent it’d taken Theo months to
persuade him love didn’t have to come with strings.
My own family might’ve lost interest in me long
ago, but I’d never gone without a meal. Now Shane and Theo had a relationship
so solid even Shane was willing to trust it. I should be happy for my friend
and stop thinking about how I was ten years older and far more alone. “Sounds
like fun.”
About the
Authors
Kaje: I get asked about
my name a lot. It's not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just
like “cage” – it’s an old nickname, and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’ve been
writing far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty years*), although
mostly for my own entertainment. I write M/M romance, often with added mystery,
fantasy, historical, SciFi, paranormal… I also have Young Adult short stories
(some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)
It was my husband who finally
convinced me that after all the years of writing just for fun, I really should
submit something, somewhere. My first professionally published book, Life
Lessons, came out in May 2011. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and
print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon bestseller The
Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact.
Gabbi: USA Today
Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur
baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for
the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay,
sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy
endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their
true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi
Powell.
Kiss him, sleep with him, but don’t
ever fall in love with him.
The first time Wes Archer steps into
Jack of Clubs, an exclusive London pleasure club, he’s completely confident he
can heed the tried-and-true advice about becoming an escort. Wes gives himself
away for free with casual hookups all the time. Why not make some cash doing
what he already loves? And cash is something he desperately needs. His
brother’s gambling addiction has taken their family’s home, saddled Wes with
insurmountable debts, and compromised his chances for finishing his
degree.
Accepting an offer to spend a few
hours of fun with a rich bloke will be a simple business transaction,
right?
Wrong.
Wes’s first client is Cormac Reilly.
The handsome billionaire is grumpy, funny, and commanding in a way that unlocks
desires Wes never knew he had. Cormac is icily determined to keep their
arrangement strictly business, but that doesn’t stop Wes from finding him
fascinating.
As their one-night contract becomes
something much more, Wes can’t deny he’s falling for his client. He knows he’s
flouting all the rules, but breaking down Cormac’s barriers is an irresistible
challenge, and his reward might be the best prize of all — love.
From bestselling author Lily Morton
comes a passionate love story set in London and Paris about two astonishingly
different men and one very pretty mess.
Please see the disclaimer
at the beginning of the book for content some readers may find
triggering.
His voice is so soft when he speaks
that I almost don’t hear him. “Can I tell you something?”
I
force my eyes open. He’s watching me, his face set and eyes busy with
calculation.
“You
can tell me anything,” I say with honesty.
“Promise
me you won’t tell anyone else,” he says, and something about both the
fierceness and vulnerability in his voice touches me.
“I
promise,” I say, meaning it. “You can trust me.”
He
relaxes at what he sees in my face. “Aren’t you wondering how I can afford to
live here?”
I
raise an eyebrow. “Not really. Wondering about you has been a bit low on my
list compared to homelessness and a credit score that’s now lower than a
fucking aardvark’s.” I sit up. “But now you mention it, I am a bit curious. Do
your parents own it?”
“Hardly.”
His lips twist into a naughty smirk. “I’m a whore.”
The
silence is absolute in the room for a few seconds. I’d feel less shocked if
he’d brained me with a brick. I shift on the sofa. “Sorry? What did you just
say?”
Maybe
I misheard him.
He
shrugs. “I’m a whore.”
Nope.
No mishearing.
I
hesitate. “Should you be saying that?” I finally say tentatively. “It’s a bit
of a derogatory word.”
He
stares at me. “Are you actually sitting there telling a whore that he can’t
call himself that?”
I
shrug. “Well, yeah. It’s not very nice. What about sex worker?”
“What
has niceness got to do with me taking dick for money?” I snort, and he adopts a
thoughtful look. “I don’t like sex worker. It makes me sound like I have a
clocking-in card.” His eyes twinkle. “Maybe I have a cocking-in
card.”
about the author:
Lily lives in sunny England with her
husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven’t had a proper
conversation with her since she bought her first Kindle. She has spent
her life with her head full of daydreams and decided one day to just sit down
and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually
loved writing, because how else could she get to spend her time with hot, funny
men! She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations –
chocolate Baileys! Her lifetime’s ambition is to have a bath in peace without
being shouted by one of her family.
The hockey star, the influencer, and the deal of a lifetime.
Ty I’m going to the pros, baby! Deal made, contract signed. Now all I have to do is finish out my final season at Smithton and stay out of trouble. I like to have a good time, but don’t worry, I’ll behave.
What I won’t do is talk to that double-crossing influencer who’s been badgering me for an interview. No thanks.
I know Walker’s type—sweet as pie on the outside, a shark on the inside.
Get this…he wants to make a deal that sounds a lot like a bribe.
Not interested. No way.
But I am curious.
Walker I’ve never worked so hard for an interview in my life. Ugh!
Look, I get that Ty doesn’t like me. As in…he won’t return my calls and avoids me like the plague on campus.
Too bad. I’m not giving up.
I don’t want to beg, but I’m willing to barter. Every man has his price—and something to prove.
Even Ty.
Something to Proveis a low-angst, geek-jock MM bisexual college hockey romance featuring a hockey star and the adorkable influencer who’s determined to win him over…
Sue me. I’d liked the peppy redhead’s vibe and though I’d deny it with my last breath, I’d thought Walker was cute with his wayward curls, tawny-brown eyes, and tight compact body.
But that was before he’d sold out my best friend.
I knew Langley and some of our other teammates thought I was being unreasonable and that Walker had atoned for his mistake, but he was done-zo in my book.
I gave a curt nod and spun away.
Langley followed, flinging a quick, “Later, dude” over his shoulder.
“Hang on! Ty, may I have a word, please?” Walker called.
I wasn’t going to reply. I didn’t owe him an explanation, and I was pretty damn sure he knew the score anyway.
But Langley grabbed my elbow and leaned into my space. “Be nice, Ty. New school year, blank slate, and all that.”
“Bullshit,” I coughed under my breath.
“C’mon, Jett forgave him. You can afford to be magnimonious too.”
“Magnanimous,” I corrected.
Langley rolled his eyes. “Whatever the fuck. The point is…you’re going to the AH-fuckin’-L. No reason to be bitter, right? At least hear him out.”
With that, Langley strode away, leaving me to deal with the annoyingly cheery Walker Woodrow.
I was a good six inches taller and outweighed him by at least thirty pounds of muscle. My height, brawny size, and less-than-sunny demeanor should have been intimidating, but Walker was apparently immune.
“Congratulations are in order,” he gushed. “AHL…wow! And to Jacksonville, no less.”
“You’re a hockey fan?” I heard myself ask out of the blue.
“Honestly, I think everyone at Smithton is—or they will be, knowing they’ll be able to root for one of our own in the pros.”
That wasn’t really an answer, but his smile was more brilliant than the last. It made him incandescent, as if he had some kind of inner glow.
I had to admit, Walker had a good TV face. He wasn’t classically handsome, but that spark in him transmitted nicely on-screen. It made him interesting, and it made it seem as if he were interested in you. An excellent quality for a talk show host. Or a con artist.
“Thanks,” I replied tersely. “I have to get going.”
“I’ll walk with you.” He fell into step beside me, uninvited. “I know you’re probably busy getting ready for classes. I just finalized my schedule and bought a few online textbooks. OMG, highway robbery. Am I right? I can’t believe how much collegiate e-books cost.”
His melodic laughter rang between the buildings like birdsong.
Do not cave. He might look pretty, but the man is rotten to the core.
I stopped in my tracks. “Is there something you wanted?”
“Actually…yes.” Walker bit into his bottom lip and gave a sheepish look. “I’d love to interview you for What’s New, Smithton? Our audience will go nuts for a chance to hear all about the draft, how it’s changed your life so far, what you imagine life will be like in Florida next year, and…what it’s like being an out bisexual athlete on the rise. The interview itself is generally thirty minutes long. Super low-key. We could meet at the rink or at my—”
“No.”
He recoiled as if I’d punched him in the gut. “I…uh, I can work around your schedule, of course, and—”
“No,” I repeated.
“Um…is there a problem?” Walker asked carefully.
“No problem with me. I just don’t want anything to do with you. And I’m not going to change my mind.” I stepped away from him, relishing his pointedly shocked expression. “Tell your followers that’s what’s new in Smithton.”
Okay, not my best line, but it did the trick. Walker blinked like an owl, stunned into silence. Good.
I quelled the strong desire to flip him off, settling for the nasty sneer I usually reserved for riling opponents on the ice. Curled lips, ugly stare with dead eyes…not pretty at all. He flinched, which kinda made me feel bad. But fuck that. My anger was totally justified, and it pissed me off that he dared to pull the innocent act.
Did he really think I’d forget what he’d done? Not fucking likely.
Maybe he didn’t owe me an apology, but I certainly didn’t owe him my time.
I hoped he’d gotten the message loud and clear ’cause this—right here, right now—was the last interaction I’d ever have with Walker fucking Woodrow.
about the author:
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!
Length: 60,000 words Series: Witchbane Book 8 Prior Reading: Prior reading recommended but not essential Genre: paranormal Tropes: mm romance, monster hunters, established relationship, grump and sunshine, work partners in love, rescue romance, road trip romance, Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a Designer: Lou Harper/May Dawney
The killer knows they’re coming for him. Can Seth and Evan save the next victim and shut down the dark witch, even when they’re cursed?
Seth Tanner and Evan Malone head to Savannah, GA, to hunt the seventh of the coven members responsible for the death of Seth’s brother and so many other victims over the past hundred years.
Seth and Evan fell in love when Seth rescued Evan from one of the dark witches, and they went on the road together to stop the murders. Their relationship is new and intense, growing deeper with the danger, giving them both a reason to survive and gain vengeance.
Sterling Vernon is a prominent restaurateur with a thriving array of businesses, and he’s also the seventh witch-disciple with a new victim in his sights. His reputation and wealth protect him, and his dark magic enables him to evade consequences. Vernon needs to work his ritual to replenish his power soon, and that requires a new sacrifice.
Paxton Miller is Vernon’s next intended victim. When Vernon puts a killing curse on Evan to force a confrontation with Seth, it’s going to take all of Seth’s courage and cleverness, as well as help from their friends with supernatural abilities, to save Evan and Paxton and stop Vernon once and for all.
Cursed is an adrenaline-packed supernatural thrill ride with plenty of paranormal suspense, hurt/comfort, hot nights, found family, deadly magic, immortal witches, determined hunters, haunted places, creepy ghosts, spooky chills, and sexy thrills, and features an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.
“I have waited long enough. Avenge me!” The furious ghost sent a frigid wind through the small parlor, sweeping papers from the desk and swaying the curtains. The candle in the middle of the sรฉance table guttered but didn’t go out.
“That’s why we’re here.” Seth Tanner had never considered himself a ghost whisperer, but recent situations dealing with angry spirits made him wish for those skills. “We want to stop the man who killed you.”
“He took everything from me!”
The spirit of Rod Jennings looked like a tough stevedore in his middle years with a fringe of gray hair around his trucker cap and a muscular body gone soft in the middle.
Seth looked at Alicia Peters, the medium, and saw the strain in her face. Evan Malone, the third person at the sรฉance table, squeezed Seth’s hand as a warning to wrap up the conversation. The ghost made himself heard because Alicia lent him enough energy to speak aloud. Seth knew that meant their time was short because she couldn’t sustain that for long.
“Who killed you?” Seth needed to hear his suspicion confirmed by the killer’s victim.
“Sterling Vernon,” the ghost spat, loathing clear in his expression. “I worked on the docks, and I saw what was inside one of his refrigerated shipping crates. There were body parts—not normal butchered cuts of meat. Except, they didn’t look like they came from people or farm animals. I swear they were monster meat.”
“And he killed you because of what you saw?”
“I didn’t know he was behind me. He said something witchy, my heart stopped, and I fell down, dead,” Rod replied. “I had a life. A family. That bastard took everything. I want revenge.”
Seth could sympathize. He had lost his parents and younger brother to one of Vernon’s fellow witches.
Rod’s body had been returned from Savannah to be buried in Charleston, making it possible for Alicia to contact his ghost. That was one of many reasons Seth and Evan had stopped in Charleston on their way to deal with the Savannah witch-disciple.
“Is there anything else you can tell us about Vernon that would help us stop him?” Seth asked.
“He got regular shipments of cold crates like that, so if they all had monster meat, he must be doing something with it,” the ghost replied
“Do the crates still arrive on schedule?”
“Yeah. Nothing changed—except that I’m dead.”
“Alicia can help you pass over if you want to go,” Seth offered the irate spirit.
“Not until I’ve seen that son of a bitch get what’s coming to him,” Rod’s ghost snarled. “You need help nailing his ass to the wall? I’m your man.”
“Rest now,” Alicia said, and murmured an incantation to release the ghost, who winked out of sight.
About the Author:
Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more explosions. All of the modern-day Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of friendships and connections becomes clear. Morgan and Gail believe that paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics, shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic. She's also a huge fan of the TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox) Find Morgan at www.MorganBrice.com and her reader group at www.facebook.com/groups/WorldsOfMorganBrice She's @MorganBriceBook on Twitter, @MorganBriceAuthor on Instagram, and can also be found on Bookbub, Goodreads and Pinterest (as GZMartin). (Chibi by Kamidiox)
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