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Book Title: Again: Fox Hollow Zodiac Novel 2–MM Shifter Romance Suspense Author: Morgan Brice Publisher: Darkwind Press Cover Artist: Adrijus Guscia, cover wrap by Natania Barron Release Date: July 5, 2022 Genres: Urban fantasy, MM shifter romance suspense Tropes: Shifters, one true pairing (OTP), reincarnation, fated mates, mating bites, psychics, magic, curses, hurt/comfort, found family, Themes: Long-distance relationship, having faith in each other, knowing you can depend on each other, navigating a new relationship Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 247 pages It is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited 
The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who's not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time. Blurb The fast, furry, and furious! A lynx shifter, pursued by a cryptid trophy hunter. A wolf shifter desperate to rescue a lover who's not just his fated mate—but his one true pairing across past lives. And a love that transcends time. Lynx shifter Noah Wilson narrowly escaped being captured by the Huntsman. While recuperating in Fox Hollow, he meets his fated mate, wolf shifter Drew Lowe. Noah has to return to Canada to finish filming his TV projects, so he and Drew visit when they can and come up with creative solutions to their long-distance relationship. Noah and Drew are sure they're meant for each other and start making plans. Drew's dreams make him wonder if he and Noah are more than fated mates—could they be a true pairing, destined to find each other lifetime after lifetime? Then Noah accidentally records a murder, and the killer is on his trail. Can he elude a master tracker and reach the safety of Fox Hollow, or will he and Drew have to wait to find happiness in another life? Again is a thrill-packed MM shifter romance adventure full of sexy shifters, hurt/comfort, one true pairing, reincarnation, sincere psychics, hunky mechanics, first responders, a sexy wildlife photographer, found family, and fated mates. Excerpt “I wish you could see this view in person—except for how cold it is.” Noah snapped a photo that didn’t do the colors of dawn justice, and sent it with his text to Drew. He waited for a reply and realized Drew probably wasn’t awake yet. No one in their right mind is up at this hour. He’d made the best of the cramped hotel room, knowing from experience to bring an extra blanket, good pillow, books, and power strips. Hotels never had enough outlets to charge his cameras. Fortunately, travel wasn’t a constant, but staying overnight to get the right light or have time to set up cameras happened fairly often. Will that be a problem with Drew? Will he resent my photography? It’s a demanding job. Noah cleaned his lenses and checked his batteries as he packed his day bag. Travel made it easy to find overnight company without entanglement, and he’d long ago grown tired of waking up alone. He’d had a serious relationship back in film school, which fizzled after graduation. There were a few boyfriends who lasted more than a month or two, but his irregular hours always ended up being more than anyone wanted to deal with for long. Can it be different with Drew? We felt such an immediate bond—I’ve never had a connection like that with anyone. It’s like we’ve known each other forever. “Of course. We’re fated mates,” his lynx reminded him, as if Noah could forget. He smiled, thinking of their conversation that ended only a few hours ago. It wasn’t just the sex—although that was combustible in a way Noah had never experienced before. Everything took on a different light when it involved Drew. Talking about the trivial activities of the day wasn’t boring. Sharing a movie or even reading the same book and talking about their reactions now felt satisfying and fun. I’m a Cancer—we’re protective and defend our family. Except I don’t really have any. Noah didn’t have many living relatives. His father had vanished when he was young, and his mother died two years ago from a bad heart. He had a brother and sister, but they drifted apart, and Noah hadn’t heard from them in years. He wasn’t sure he even had valid addresses for them. Drew is my mate. He’s my family now. And he has Russ and Liam and their friends. A pack. Someday, they’ll be my pack. Clowder, his lynx sniffed. Lynxes have a clowder, not a pack. Sounds like soup. Clowder is not chowder, silly human. But we could vote to let Drew be an honorary lynx and join. Vote? Who—you and me? We are the only ones in our clowder now. It would be nice to add our mate—even if he is a dog. Wolf. Canine. I’ve fallen hard. And it should scare me. But it doesn’t. When I worry that he might not feel the same, I can’t breathe 
About the Author Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa. On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs. Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon! Author Links Website | Audible Profile | Amazon profile Facebook Group | Facebook Page Pinterest (for Morgan and Gail) | Twitter Sign up for my newsletter and never miss a new release Read a copy of my Badlands short story Restless Nights here for free 
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Daisy Sitch has a new MF romance with a strong trans sub arc, Love, Lust & WTF?!! book two: Daisy's Adventures in Love. And there's a giveaway. Daisy’s Adventures in Love picks up where Love, Lust & WTF left off. Daisy’s finally found her match. Or has she? Is Brad really the one? And is Daisy ready for the surprising new challenges that a larger family might bring her? Experience Daisy’s adventures, diving into love, family and fun. Daisy’s heart is on fire, for her girls, for Brad and for his kids. But as Daisy’s family potentially grows bigger, new unsettling—even terrifying—challenges arise. Daisy and Brad find themselves on a tightrope- one in which falling may mean the loss of one of their children. When you love more, you have more to lose. To triumph, Daisy must dive deeper into not only love, but diversity, gender issues, transphobia, sexuality struggles, acceptance and the true meaning of motherhood. Luckily Daisy and Brad are not alone. Supported by a diverse cast of friends, including Kyle a psychologist who specializes in LGBTQ+ youth and family counselling, they chart a new-bigger and less predictable- life together. Opportunities for growth abound. Kids growing and changing like crazy, love is anything but smooth and simple. Daisy’s gal pal chats bring her back to the crazy world of dating, a time she wants to avoid like the plague. Universal Buy LinkGiveaway Nikki is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47249/? Excerpt Brad My fishing trip was great. Much-needed time away, just me and my buddies at the lake. On my way home, I picked up Kari and Kris from their mom’s. I was exhausted from the trip but could tell immediately that something was up with Kari. And it was big. She had a look about her. Tight. Scared. Held in. When she asked if we could chat one-on-one tonight, I said, “Sure thing, sweetie, happy to chat with you about anything.” But I wondered what it was I’d been missing. And for how long. For some reason, my mind went to a video I’d watched of some daredevil hippie-type dude on a tightrope—no, a slackline—strung between two towering rock pillars. Well, that’s a weird image. Why would that come to mind? After supper, Kris asked to watch a movie. I got him all set up in the bonus room so Kari and I could chat in relative privacy. “Dad, I’m nervous talking to you about this, but I need to do it NOW. I’ve waited long enough. I’m just going to blurt it out. You can ask questions after.” I nodded. I hadn’t always been good at, well, just listening. But funny how important it can be. Something told me it was one of those times to close my mouth and open my ears. My baby girl had something important to share with me. Just listen. Kari took a deep breath and exhaled, “Here goes nothing. I’m a pansexual transboy.” Silence. I waited. Shocked, but desperately trying not to show it. Kari blew out another huge breath and added, “There I said it.”
A what? I sat very still. Attempting to process what I’d just heard. A feather could have knocked me over. Nothing could have prepared me for this. My brain was trying to process but I didn’t even know where to start. I limited knowledge about either word Kari had muttered. Kari continued, “I know this is coming at you fast. I’ve researched and soul-searched and internalized this over the past few years. I’ve never felt right as a girl. It always felt wrong. I felt awkward. It just took me a while to figure out what felt right. And before you ask, no, this isn’t a phase. The reality is: I am a transboy.” I nodded, playing for time. The video came back to me then, an overpowering image and feeling. The slackline, only it was me that was on the tightrope. I was balancing precariously over a steep faced gorge, with nothing but air and sharp rocks below. I had so many questions. I felt so much love for my oldest child right now, lots of confusion, and I just wanted to hold on to my not-so-little girl. I struggled for balance. I’d heard the terms before, I guess, but I didn’t really know what they meant. But I could feel the breeze. The air flowing over me, high on that slackline. I couldn’t panic there. I couldn’t lose my cool or pretend what was happening to my daughter was an affront to me. An affront at all. It wasn’t about me—it was about her, and if I reacted wrong and lost my balance, maybe it wouldn’t be me that fell—it would be her dropping so far, end over end, flailing onto the sharp and unsympathetic rocks so far below. What do I do? But some instinctive part of me knew what to do. I folded her into my arms, next to my heart, where she belonged. Always. I felt her try to pull away, but I wasn’t ready to let her go, and I pulled her in closer for another minute before releasing her. “Dad, you haven’t said anything. What are you feeling?” Kari whispered. Holding her, I felt my balance coming back. I was scared, still. Scared for her. But I knew something at that moment. “We aren’t on a tightrope,” I said. “What?” she asked.
Oops, that was my outside voice. That must’ve sounded extremely weird to her.
“Sorry sweetie, I’m a bit shell shocked. But we’re going to be fine.” I didn’t know that. Some part of me knew that peril surrounded us—surrounded her, who I would’ve gladly fallen off any cliff to save, but I also knew that it wouldn’t be an act of physical bravery on my part that would help. It would be something else. Summoning that something else, I said, “I want to be respectful in my response. It’s a lot to take in all at once. But I want you to know that I love you and I’m here to support you through anything and everything, always.” I exhaled, clearly understanding that things had changed in a big way. Not knowing quite what to do. I stared at my girl sitting on the couch. I heard the birds chirping outside. Nothing had changed for them. “How do I support you, Kari? What do you need from me?” Kari released the air she’d been holding in, and a small smile touched the corners of her lips. “Ok, there are a few things I need from you right now: I would like you to start calling me Carson, not Kari. Also, use the pronouns ‘him’ and ‘he’. I know this will take some getting used to, but I’d appreciate it if you’d start trying immediately. I’ve closed the door on Kari; she’s gone.” Gone? What do you mean gone? You’re sitting right here. You’re Kari, but you’re not. My brain was scrambling, trying to find some semblance of logic and organization. I was grasping at straws and failing miserably. I felt the air again. The high cliffs and the endless fall below. I was back on the slackline. I knew I shouldn’t say anything until the swirling stopped. I’m not on a tightrope. We’re not on a tightrope. If Kari was gone, I now had Carson. Author Bio Nikki Sitch is a mom, volunteer coach, landman, athlete, and more recently, she discovererd her passion as a writer. A Land Negotiator in the Energy Industry by day, Nikki fills her off hours, when not writing, with things she loves to do: spend time with family and friends, swim, bike, rollerblade, read, travel, golf, and walk. Nikki wrote Daisy’s Adventures in Love, her second book, while living in Calgary, Alberta, Canada with her two boys and one dog. Daisy’s Adventures in Love is Nikki’s second book and is a continuation from Love, Lust and WTF – Daisy’s Dating Adventures. Stay tuned for book three, picking up Daisy’s adventures where Daisy’s Adventures in Love leaves off. Author Website: https://nikkisitch.ca Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/nsitch/ Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/nikkisitchauthor/ Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/NikkiSitch Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nik6ix/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/22078002.Nikki_Sitch Author Amazon: https://Amazon.com/author/nikkisitch 
 My teaser this week is from The Art of Domination (book 2 of Pain and Pleasure). Once Ian finished his meal, Taren used the remote to activate the massager. This time Ian’s moan was for an entirely different reason. His breathing sped up and he leaned back. After a few miles Taren increased the vibrations until Ian’s hips moved in small circles over the heated seat. When they stopped at a light, Taren stole a quick glance at Ian’s face. His eyes were closed, and he bit down on his lower lip. For Ian, the pain he experienced brought pleasure. Taren’s job was to make sure the pain didn’t cross the line to torture and Ian would eventually be immersed in his pleasure. Taren’s pleasure was giving Ian what he needed. The light changed to green and Taren turned off the vibrator. Ian shifted every minute or so, but never asked Taren to turn the heat down. Taren could only imagine how uncomfortable--painful—Ian’s ass felt right now. He gripped the steering wheel more tightly thinking of how Ian’s red, heated ass would feel against Taren’s groin and thighs. His thoughts drifted to exactly what he’d do once they were home. More planning was in order. Ian’s body began to relax, and he took a few deep breaths. “Thank you, Sir.” “I’m glad you enjoyed it. We need to discuss details of our trip. Are you up to it?” “I am, Sir.” The Art of Domination and the entire Pain and Pleasure series is available through JMS Books and many online booksellers.
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Book Title: Reigniting Chase Author: Jeanne St. James Publisher: Double-J Romance, Inc. Cover Artist: Golden Czermak @ FuriousFotog Release Date: July 30, 2022 Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance Tropes: Gay, mature (both characters over 40), small town, grumpy/sunshine Themes: Dealing with loss, new beginnings Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 368 pages It is a standalone story with no cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited Universal Link | Amazon US | Amazon UK 
An unexpected collaboration between two authors that’s hot enough to spark a fire... Blurb Chase After an excruciating loss, I’m desperate for a fresh start. Away from the painful memories. Away from everyone I know and anyone who knows my story. That’s how I end up in Eagle’s Landing, Pennsylvania. As a bestselling author, my main reason for moving to a remote mountain cabin is to overcome the writer’s block that crushed my creativity for the past two years. My hope is to rediscover my words in the quiet, small town where no one knows me. Or my past. A place where I can blend in enough that I become invisible. Rett Even though Chase, one of my favorite authors, insists he wants to be left alone, I refuse to let him wallow in whatever’s drowning him. As a local bookstore owner and author myself, I’m intrigued by the man who’s a master of the written word. Unfortunately, his social skills could use a lot of work. Even so, I’m determined to pull the irritable and frustrating man out of the dark pit he’s fallen into and back to the surface, no matter how hard he fights it. I only hope dragging Chase down that fiery path just might reignite his spark and that I don’t get burned in the process. Note: Please check the content warning before reading or purchasing. It can be found at the beginning of the book (accessible by Amazon’s “look inside” feature or by downloading the sample) as well as on my website. This standalone gay romance has a guaranteed HEA, no cheating and no cliffhanger. 
Excerpt I paused my fork halfway to my mouth. I had only made a small dent in the diner’s belly-busting breakfast special so far. It was criminal how much food the server had delivered for five bucks. Five freaking bucks. On Long Island, it would have cost me at least fifteen. And for only two more dollars, the coffee came with unlimited refills. If I could mainline that welcomed caffeine right now, I would. My whole body ached and I was exhausted, not only from sleeping like shit in the motel, but from tackling the seemingly endless job of cleaning the cabin from top to bottom. I didn’t want the furniture I purchased down at a mom-and-pop store in Picture Rocks to be delivered until the place was completely spotless and all my unwanted roommates had been effectively evicted. While I liked bats and knew they were beneficial, I just didn’t want to share the same space with them. If they returned to sleep in the rafters today, then I needed to find how they were getting in since I had covered the broken window with plastic-sheeting. But all of that wasn’t what made me pause my eating, it was the man across the diner who wouldn’t stop staring. Like me, he also sat alone, but unlike me, he seemed to know everyone in the diner. A local just like everyone else there. The first morning, all eyes had turned in my direction as soon as I walked through The Eagle’s Nest’s door, but now the waitresses were used to seeing me since this was my third day eating in the diner, for both breakfast and a late dinner. The food was good. The prices and attentive, friendly service even better. Even one of the thirty-something-year-old waitresses had tried flirting with me. She had no idea she was barking up the wrong tree. Even if I was on the dating market, she was playing on the wrong team. While I had the utmost respect for women, I simply didn’t want to sleep with them. However, the man who kept staring at me was most likely not on my team, either. Was he staring because I was simply a stranger in a close-knit community, where everyone apparently knew everyone? It couldn’t be because I was gay. While I had never hidden it, I also didn’t flaunt it and most women, when I broke it to them gently, were shocked to find out the truth. Most men, too. I’d heard, “My gaydar must be broken,” more times than I’d ever wanted to. Even so, dating wasn’t on my agenda anytime soon. Or ever, since I had no plans on dating anyone ever again. Life would be easier that way. Plus, at this point, being a team player didn’t matter, I preferred to remain a free agent. Ignoring the man, I finished shoving the forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth, hoping the guy would get bored staring at me. Still ignoring the man, I stabbed a piece of sausage, also shoving it into my mouth and chewing, hoping the guy would lose interest in whatever had caught it in the first place. Continuing to ignore the rude man, I sucked down half a cup of black coffee, hoping the guy would simply fuck off. Finally, unable to ignore him anymore, I dropped the fork on my plate with a clatter, tipped my head down and rubbed my forehead. I steadied my breathing in an attempt to lower my quickly rising blood pressure. I only wanted to eat in peace. I wasn’t here to make friends, or even enemies. I only wanted to be left the fuck alone. But of course that wasn’t going to happen. This was exactly why I left Long Island, everything I knew and everybody who knew me. I wanted to live somewhere no one knew me or my backstory. I had gotten to the breaking point, swallowed up by pity on one hand, or people thinking it was time I “got over it” on the other. I’d never get over it. Not fucking ever. “Fuck!” screamed through my head when the dark-haired man rose from where he sat at the counter. After throwing a few singles next to his plate, he turned and headed away from the entrance and toward my booth. Of. Fucking. Course. Dread rose from my gut into my throat and began to choke me. The man might have recognized me somehow. Lifting my coffee cup, I peered over the rim to keep an eye on the approaching man. My muscles and spine stiffened more with every step taken closer to where I sat. Trying to mind my own business. Trying to eat breakfast. Trying to exist in peace. About the Author JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today, Amazon and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. She also writes M/M paranormal romance under the name J.J. Masters. Social Media Links Blog/Website | Facebook | Twitter Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up | TikTok 
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