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Book Title: Irish Charm (Flying into Love #3) Author and Publisher: C F White Cover Artist: Kelly Martin (KAM Design) Release Date: November 28, 2022 Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Opposites Attract Themes: Second Chance, Forced Proximity Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 64 250 words/260 pages It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited Universal Link | Amazon US | Amazon UK 
Can a bit of Irish charm rescue an injured soldier from his wrenching heartache? Blurb Injured ex-soldier, Kane Taylor, has lost everything—the job he loves, the use of his trigger hand, and the love of his life. Moving to remote Donegal in Ireland to fix those lost links with his deceased partner’s ancestors is the only thing keeping his memories alive. Excerpt “What you grinning for?” Ciara was at his office door, nose scrunched. Declan composed the returning message, then clicked off the phone and dropped it on his desk. “You’ll get an extra hundred in your pay this month. Euan coughed up.” “You got that tight arse to pay? How did you do that?” “My obvious charm.” “Did you deny him his drink?” “Aye.” Ciara snorted. “You’re still okay to stay until closing tonight? Paddy’ll be with you, so you won’t be alone to lock up.” “Where are you going?” “Out.” Ciara’s dubious grin had Declan’s brow furrowing. “You might reconsider that.” Declan stood, smoothing down his shirt. “Doubt that.” He did. He needed to get laid. However it came. “Does this shirt make me look—” “Old?” “Publican?” “Aye.” “Oh.” “Cause y’are.” “I know, but sometimes I like to hide that fact.” He unbuttoned the shirt, ruffling it out from his jeans and flapped it off his arms. “What vocation you going for?” “Model? Actor? Front man of a boy band.” Ciara cracked out a laugh. “Only way you’ll pass for that is if you serve the bloke your lock, stock and barrels, getting him so bollocksed he can’t see.” “You’re good for the soul, y’know, Ciara.” Ciara curtseyed. “You’re welcome. You still won’t go out though.” Declan shot a confused look over his shoulder as he rummaged around in his office wardrobe. He kept spare clothes down here for those times he needed a quick change rather than having to venture up three flights of stairs. Mostly it was shirts for when he’d been drenched with beer. Or the occasional jacket for when he had the brewers in. Or a jumper for when he needed to head into the cellar at night. But, right at the back, were a few go-tos for last minute dates. He yanked a T-shirt off a hanger and checked it over. Least it didn’t spell middle-aged owner of a centuries-old pub. It was tight. Might as well be a base layer. Perhaps it was. He wriggled into it. Thank Mary he still had a decent body. He turned to Ciara and smoothed down the creases, tucking the tee into his waistband. “This?” “Aye, you could pass for one of the fellas from Boyzone. The oldest one.” “Grand.” Declan ruffled his curls. “You still won’t go out though.” “Why not?” Ciara smirked, then angled her head for Declan to follow her. He tutted. If it was Jacob, he’d call the Garda. Or his daughter. He’d put the fella in a home himself. Because nothing was going to prevent him getting laid tonight. He needed rid of the loitering scent of Rowan, and to work off the lingering fantasy of a certain army captain. Ciara led Declan from his back office, through the inn’s reception and into the main bar. Irish folk played on a loop for the few customers chatting into their drinks and finishing off the special of steak and ale pie with greens. Ciara stopped, folded her arms and nodded toward one of the tables. Declan regretted his choice of top as it restricted his lungs expanding. In an exact recreation of the previous night, Captain Kane Taylor stared forlornly into a pint of Guinness. Declan doubted a single drop had passed his lips and it wouldn’t be anything to do with how Shane had poured it. A shadow of a man—hunched and childlike—there was too much and nothing at all going on behind sad eyes. Declan’s desire to go to him wrenched hard. Harder than his need to release his pent-up load into a stranger. Ignoring Ciara’s triumphant “told ye so”, he went to him and slipped into the seat opposite. “Howaya?” Kane met his gaze, eyes dreary and empty yet filled with need. With hope. With longing. He dug deep into his jeans pocket, fished out a coin and slid it across the table. Declan tilted his head. “Don’t usually accept British currency. I’ll make an exception for you though.” He picked up the two pound coin and tossed it into the air, catching it in his fist. “You want change, it’ll have to be in cents.” “No need for change. I have a lot of thoughts to pay for.” Declan’s lips curved into a benevolent smile. Ciara had been right. With thoughts of nothing but this man, Declan wasn’t going anywhere. “Bottle of Jameson’s, Ciara,” he called over to the bar. “Two glasses.” He then wrapped his hand around Kane’s pint and dragged it toward him. “I take it you’re not going to drink this?” “No. As much as I want to.” “I hope, one day, that I can drink it.” “That day not today?” “That day isn’t today.” Declan held up the glass in salute. “Then I’ll take one for your team.” He drank the lot, dumping the empty onto the beer mat, and wiped the froth from his lips. “Can’t waste the best poured pint outside Dublin.” 
About the Author Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave. Studying at a West London university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly search for the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down coffee. Eventually she moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family. After her second son was born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and it brought pen back to and paper after having written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, C F White can’t stop. So strap in, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Author Links Twitter @CFWhiteUK | Facebook | Blog Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up Giveaway Enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win an ebook and audio code of French Kiss (Flying into Love #1). 
 My Rainbow Snippet today is from A Barlow Lens, book 2 of Circles.  Val sat on the floor and pulled a box open. He held up a few weathered pieces of paper. “Kids’ drawings.” Wyatt’s phone announced an incoming call. Val looked up and mouthed “who” when Wyatt just stared at the screen. “Kevin,” Wyatt said in a low voice. At the same time, he put the phone to his ear and answered. “Hello.” “What the fuck did you tell my wife, you cocksucker!” Kevin shouted in Wyatt’s ear. Val froze and raised his eyebrows. Wyatt shook his head and leaned against a chair, and Val went back to digging through the box.  Check out many more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited. The eBook is only $2.99 until November 30.
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Book Title: A Gift-Wrapped Holiday Author and Publisher: Amy Aislin Cover Artist: LC Chase Release Date: November 22, 2022 Genre: Contemporary M/M romance Tropes: single dad, age gap (10 years), small town, found family Heat Rating: 3 flames Length: 69 000 words / 272 pages It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links 
Blurb Mal's first priority is giving his six-year-old son the best Christmas ever, a goal made trickier by a recent move to New England after losing his job. As a single dad, he's not looking for romance—especially not with a blond California boy ten years his junior. Content warning: stillbirth. Although it took place off-page and in the past, it is discussed on-page. Excerpt Mal slowed at the bottom of a driveway and nodded at the house. “This is me.” “I was wondering who lived here,” Luca said, taking in the house’s boxy structure. “Why? Because it’s hideous?” That startled a laugh out of Luca. “Well . . . yes. It doesn’t match the rest of the houses.” The area just west of Christmas Lane housed Lighthouse Bay’s historic homes, but this modern construction was decidedly not historic. Luca had passed it a couple of times on his evening gift deliveries and wondered what the owner had been thinking. “Why’d you buy it if you don’t like it?” “I’m not. I’m leasing.” Even so, Mal had gone all out with the decorations. Icicle lights hanging from the roof, flashing multicolored lights framed around each window, static white lights around a nine-foot-tall pine tree, and a lit-up reindeer family. He even had some sort of spotlights buried somewhere in the yard that swirled red and green snowflakes on the house in an unidentifiable pattern. “Which is probably another reason I haven’t unpacked,” Mal continued. “I hate this place.” “Why lease it, then?” Mal blew out a breath that ghosted the air in front of him. “The short version is that I was in a rush.” “And the long version?” “The long version is something I’ll have to give you another time.” Luca glanced at Otis. “I think he’s asleep.” “Bet he gets a second wind as soon as I walk in the door.” Mal’s voice was a disgruntled grumble that Luca shouldn’t have found as charming as he did. “Thanks for walking us home.” “Thanks for letting me. I like talking to you.” Mal’s smile went lopsided. “I like talking to you too. Still want to do it again sometime? I promise not to feed you ice cream while it’s below freezing outside. Real food only. Scout’s honor.” Luca’s armpits went damp despite the winter weather, and butterflies took flight in his belly. He dug his toe into the sidewalk. “You must really want to date me if you’ve asked me out twice in one week.” “Or I just want an adult to talk to for once,” Mal said, a teasing tilt to his smile. Luca stuck his tongue in his cheek and backed down the driveway, keeping his gaze on Mal’s. “Or maybe you like me.” “Damn. And here I thought I wasn’t being obvious at all.” The butterflies floated into Luca’s throat. “Text me?” “I will.” The darkness enveloped Mal as he moved away from the sidewalk and into the shadow of the house, but Luca could still see the quirk to his lips. “Good night, Luca.” “Night, Mal.” Luca watched Mal and Otis head inside, waved at Mal through the glass-fronted door, then turned toward his own home only a couple blocks away, an extra bounce to his steps. 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 for access to early teasers, find her on Instagram, or sign up for her infrequent newsletter. Social Media Links Blog/Website | Facebook | Instagram Newsletter Sign-up | Facebook Group 
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 This time of year in North America is the end of the summer growing season and the time of harvest. I wish for you a bountiful harvest. I have sales and deals for you! Please check out my Amazon page. Listed below are reduced prices on many of my books. Prices and freebies are for eBooks only and good until November 26, 2022. (May not be available in all regions.)  Run for the Roses = FREE A Barlow Lens = $2.99 Jewel Cave = $2.99 Gone Away = $2.99 Bait = $1.99 Box Set = $5.99  Code Name Jack Rabbit = $2.99 Quarry = FREE Endosymbiont = $2.99    RELEASE BLITZ 
Book Title: Awakened Desires (My Kinky Housemate Book 5) Author and Publisher: Colette Davison Cover Artist: Designs by Jo Release Date: November 23, 2022 Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance Tropes: friends to lovers, slow burn, first-time dad, bi-sexual awakening, kink Heat Rating: 3 flames Length: 78 000 words It can be read as a standalone, but is better read as part of the My Kinky Housemate series. It does not end on a cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited Universal Link | Amazon US | Amazon UK 
Will reconnecting with my childhood best friend awaken desires? Blurb Seventeen years ago, my life fell apart. By attempting to protect me, my best friend, Rory, accidentally tore us apart. After being in a dark place, I’m getting my life back on track. A surprising summons to London threatens to throw my life into disarray once more. It’s probably the worst time to reach out to Rory, yet rekindling our friendship could lead to something new. Something stronger. Rory and his kinky housemates welcome me and open my eyes to things I never thought I’d be interested in. When my life gets more complicated, Rory is there to help. The closer we get, the more I realise I want more than friendship. Will past trauma stop me from having what—or who—I want now? Awakened Desires is a friends-to-lovers, slow-burn romance with a first-time dad, a bi-sexual awakening, several first experiences, some hurt/comfort, and sensory play. It’s the fifth book in the My Kinky Housemate series. While it can be read as a standalone, it’s better to read it as part of the series. Trigger warning: One of the main characters is an alcoholic who has been sober for some time and was a victim of abuse in their youth. Excerpt “Rory.” He freezes. “Would you sit?” He nods slowly and then sits. I can see the tension in his shoulders and jaws. “I think we need to talk, don’t you?” Rory stares past me, his expression unreadable. “Clear the air,” I say. “Get everything we couldn’t say as kids off our chests.” He finally makes eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry? What for?” “Betraying your trust. Telling your secret to the Garda. I just“—he clenches his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, and shakes his head—“I couldn’t let him keep hurting you.” “I know. I’m not angry about that, Rory. I’ve never been angry about what you did.” “You left without a word. You never called or wrote. I thought—” “Mam and Dad convinced me I needed to put everything behind me. They thought it was the only way I’d heal.” I let out a bitter laugh. “If only. But that’s in the past now. It’s all in the past. Things are better. I’m okay.” I reach across the table and squeeze his hand. “You shouldn’t feel guilty for what you did.” I manage to smile. “I hope you left some deep gouges in that bastard’s car when you keyed it.” “Three.” Rory’s smile is watery. “They were deep and long.” “Good.” I take my hand away from his. “This is weird.” He nods. “Are you really okay, Cal?” God. It’s been so long since anyone has called me that. It was always Rory’s nickname for me. It was what he called me before he could say my name properly, and then it stuck. I’ve never asked or wanted anyone else to call me Cal. A knot of emotion makes it hard to breathe. I clear my throat to dislodge it so I can answer his question. “I am now. It took a long time.” About the Author Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing. Social Media Links Blog/Website | Facebook Page | Facebook Group: Colette’s Cosy Corner BookBub | Twitter | Goodreads | Instagram: @colettedavison Mailing List | Newsletter Sign-Up 
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 My teaser this week is from For the Long Run. Jay blew out a breath, rolled his eyes, and stepped around Eric. “I don’t need watching.” “I never said—” Eric clamped his mouth shut, deciding it was more prudent to keep up with Jay. “Hunting big game and something like this are two different things. We need to be extra careful.” Eric stepped up beside Jay. They stopped, taking a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the lower light inside the structure. “Besides, it’s you the thing is driving here, which means it’s probably you it’ll go after first.” Jay glanced sideways at Eric. He didn’t move behind Eric, but he didn’t get any farther away either. Each shining a flashlight in a different direction, they made a slow, steady visual examination of the fabricated cave. Jay leaned in close and whispered, “Do you hear anything?” “No. I sure smell something, though.” Jay nodded. “Me too. It’s awful.” Nudging Jay’s arm, Eric used his chin to point to the right. “How far back does this thing go? It sure didn’t look very deep from the front.” “Maybe it’s made that way on purpose?” Jay squinted into the murky light. “I think there are sections carved out of the cliff, look there.” He looked around, turning so his back brushed Eric’s side. “Nothing else in here.” “For now,” Eric reminded him and moved ahead, walking cautiously over the loose dirt and pebbles littering the ground. He heard the sound of Jay sidestepping closer. A glance back to check on him and he saw Jay look up, pointing the rifle the same way, checking all directions. Satisfied Jay could handle himself and deal with whatever they might find in here, Eric turned his attention to the farthest end of the enclosure, concentrating on where it met the cliff side. “What the hell is that?” Jay hissed in Eric’s ear, making him start. Jay’s movements had been silent enough that Eric hadn’t heard him getting so close. “That’s where the smell is coming from.”  For the Long Run is 50% off for the eBook this week. It's also available in paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.
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Book Title: Catalyst Author and Publisher: Aurora Crane Cover Artist: Cormar Covers Release Date: November 17, 2022 Genre: Contemporary MMMM Romance Tropes: Second chance, Hurt/comfort, Friends to lovers Themes: Didn’t know they were dating/idiots in love Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 90 000 words It is the first book in a series that will follow the same four men in a relationship. Book 2 will be released early 2023. This book does not end on a cliffhanger and is HFN. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited Universal Link | Amazon US | Amazon UK 
Blurb Detective Quinn Hughes doesn’t have many regrets in life, but Sebastian Devlin is the biggest. As a cop and a defence lawyer, the deck was stacked against them to start with, but Quinn was the one who left a burning inferno behind him. Missing his chance with ex-Special Forces Commando Peyton Sinclair is a close second on his regrets list, but Quinn isn’t going to ruin the happiness Peyton has found with fellow police officer Will McMahon for anything—not even a chance at his own happiness. Best friends Will McMahon and Peyton Sinclair have been hooking up for years, content with their arrangement and the comfort they get from it. When Sebastian—the hot lawyer they picked up at the club the night before—stumbles over a dead body in their kitchen on his way out, calling Quinn is instinctive for them. Years of unacknowledged tension between Peyton and Quinn is a sore point, but Peyton trusts that Quinn will figure out the mess they’ve landed in. While Quinn tries to find answers, Peyton and Will quickly find themselves tangled in the tension between Quinn and Sebastian. They’re hoping Quinn can move fast—before one of them becomes the next dead body—but the situation becomes even more complicated when another explosive night proves that Peyton and Will aren’t done with either Quinn or Sebastian, just as much as the two aren’t done with each other. Between the mind-blowing night Sebastian spent with Peyton and Will, and the fact that every time he turns around it’s either Quinn or the barrel of a gun waiting for him, Sebastian has never had more regrets. If he can survive long enough to get some answers, maybe the four of them together are going to be the catalyst for a future that’s more wildly different than anything they’d ever imagined. Catalyst is a 90,000-word MMMM romance that ends in a HFN. It is Book 1 in an ongoing series following the same four men and their relationship. It contains adult situations, gun use, references to murder and drug usage, suspense themes and a character with PTSD Excerpt Will nursed his empty glass as he waited for Peyton to come back with more drinks. Having some drinks and dancing at a club was their favourite way to unwind after a long week. While they’d stopped pretending that they were looking for anyone to take home years ago—since their casual sex arrangement worked for them and meant they didn’t need to spend their weekends trolling for random hookups—it didn’t mean they didn’t like going out. Sometimes it heightened things later, when they made themselves wait before they went home to fuck. A few drinks, an up close and personal dance, and they were ripping each other’s clothes off when they got home. Peyton had been in a foul mood when he’d gotten home and Will had sucked him off in the shower, but it hadn’t helped much. It had eased some of the tension, but Will knew it was still there. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what Quinn’s problem was. They both wanted each other, so why didn’t they? Peyton had asked Will once if it bothered him, and maybe it should have—they’d been exclusive fuck buddies for years—but thinking of Peyton with Quinn had never been a turnoff. The thought of it had spurred on some of their hotter sessions together. Will figured Quinn had to have his reasons, whatever they were. He would have appreciated it if Quinn had let Peyton know what they were so he could move on, but he didn’t know Quinn well enough to approach him directly. Their relationship was purely professional. "A guy that looks like you shouldn’t be sitting alone," a voice to his immediate left said. Will smirked in amusement as he looked up, and then almost swallowed his tongue. Well, hello there. Dark blue eyes—that reminded him a bit of Peyton, though Peyton’s were a little darker—that were shaped by sleek black glasses and long thick lashes. His bow-shaped lips were drawn up in a smug smirk. It should have been off-putting or smarmy. But coupled with the plain silver barbell piercing in his left eyebrow, it was making Will’s dick stand up and take notice. He was bulkier than Will—which wasn’t hard, since Will was toned, but lanky—and filled his suit out in all the right places. He was wearing form-fitting black slacks with shining dress shoes. No suit jacket, which was absolutely fine with Will, considering that he had rolled up his sleeves to reveal smooth tan forearms. It was kryptonite to any human being with a pulse. It was too bad that Will’s only plans included getting Peyton home and naked. Because damn, he was fucking sexy. Will couldn’t even remember if he’d been into piercings before. He was now. Piercings, glasses, exposed forearms. Will might as well have stamped "fantasy issue" on the guy’s forehead. "Name’s Sebastian." Will smirk widened as he took the hand that Sebastian offered. "Will." "Is this seat taken?" "Well, it’s—" Peyton returned then, two glasses of whiskey. His eyebrows raised at Sebastian as he slid the glasses on to the table. "Peyton, this is Sebastian," Will said, smiling playfully. "Hi, Sebastian," Peyton said, in the same voice. He glanced between them curiously as he sat on the tall stool next to Will. He reached a hand over and placed it in Will’s lap, feeling the growing hardness in his jeans. Sebastian put one hand in his pocket, smiling sheepishly. "Pleasure. Have a nice night, you two." "No, stay," Peyton said. He gave Will’s dick a gentle squeeze and Will swallowed, heat rushing over him. He put his hand over Peyton’s but didn’t move it. "Have a seat." Peyton used his free hand to gesture at the empty seat opposite them. Sebastian stared at Peyton as he did. Will couldn’t blame him. Peyton was stunning to look at. All sultry eyes and delicate features. His shoulder-length dirty blond hair was pulled up in a messy bun, with wisps of it falling over his temple and forehead. The low lighting of the club only made his midnight blue eyes look darker, and his cheeks were still flushed from their earlier dancing. "You can share my drink," Will said. He took a sip of his drink and then pushed it across. He made a show of arching his neck back and swallowing, so Sebastian could see he’d drank some himself. Connect with the Author 
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All the sale prices are for eBooks only. November 23-26 Quarry and Run for the Roses will be FREE on Amazon. Bait will be $1.99 on a Kindle Countdown in the US and UK November 23-26. I hope you check out my Amazon page for crazy savings! This week my snippet is from Scintilla (book 1 of El Corazon). This scene introduces Rafael Grullón, one of the three MC's in book 2, Prism, which is still a WIP.  Natty walked a few paces ahead. She extended one hand and said, “Good day, gentlemen, I’m Natalia Antonia Pilar Varela Fierro. I own this hacienda and am head of my family. Do you have a warrant for my guest?” One of the agents stepped forward and presented her with his badge. She examined it then returned it. “Señora Fierro, I’m sorry for the intrusion. I’m Special Agent Grullón.” The guy probably had four more names, but Brandon realized was smart enough to keep it informal. Natty smiled, or maybe barred her teeth, Brandon couldn’t be sure. “Your great-aunt and I have known each other since we were small girls.” Tad leaned over and whispered in Brandon’s ear, “Werewolf.” Grullón’s gaze flicked to them for a split second. The other agent remained impassive and in the background. Clearly Tad had been heard by at least one of the men. Find more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.
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