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DEATH’S EMBRACE SERIES TOUR 
Author and Publisher: H. L. Moore Cover Artist: Damonza Pairing: MM (slow burn) Genres: Fantasy (coalpunk) The stories are best read in order. Universal Buy Links for the Series DEATH’S EMBRACE SERIES BLURB Doran Ó Seanáin, former miner and leader of the Black Lung Gang, and his best friend, Lien, are almost at a breaking point in their ongoing conflict with the city of Arajon’s tyrannical ruler. Just as things are spiralling out of control, Doran crosses paths with Nathaniel Morgenstern, an apotheker with a mysterious past. As their relationship develops against the backdrop of the ongoing social turmoil, the secrets Nathaniel is keeping might threaten to destroy them all… BOOK DETAILS BOOK 1 Book Title: Heart of Dust Length: 59 000 words Release Date: 2019 Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, single POV Tropes: Stabbing leading to meet-cute, yearning, slow burn romance Themes: Bisexual romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights Heat Rating: 2 flames It does not end on a cliffhanger, but leaves plot threads unresolved that are resolved in the next 3 books. 
Doran had a problem, and it wasn’t that he’d been stabbed. Blurb Iole City is in turmoil. Doran Ó Seanáin, leader of the Black Lung Gang, is determined to challenge the Archon, Arajon’s tyrannical ruler, for his brutal treatment of the miners. But Doran has more to deal with than getting stabbed and a city-wide lockdown that’s seeing his gang of ex-miners slowly starved out of their base. His daughter Grace has turned against him, and the death of his wife haunts them both. Although he finds reprieve in Nathaniel Morgenstern, the apotheker with a mysterious past to whom he owes his life, the clock is ticking. The fate of the mines hangs in the balance and the Archon is closing in. Doran’s plan to break the cycle may very well be his last. BOOK 2 Book Title: Soul of Ash Length: 86 000 words Release Date: September 2020 Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, two POVs (alternating) Tropes: Yearning, former assassin, slow burn romance Themes: Bisexual romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights Heat Rating: 1 flame It does not end on a cliffhanger, but some plot elements are unresolved (resolved in books 3 and 4) 
You can run, but you will never be free. Blurb Half a year after the events of Heart of Dust, Doran Ó Seanáin now finds himself trapped between two worlds while belonging to neither: held in contempt by the Bronze for the turmoil he caused during Archon Bryson’s reign, and resented by the miners for selling out. Leonora Darkwater’s pursuit to own the mines may be the answer to all of his problems, but the offer is far more complicated than it appears, and the only person Doran trusts is the same man who threw his life into chaos. Haunted by his past, hostage to a debt that cannot be repaid, and a slave to the poison that keeps him alive, atonement has never felt further out of reach for Nathaniel Morgenstern. Though the damage between him and Doran is too devastating to begin to mend, they have no choice but to face each other as their lives collide once more. There is a rot in Iole City. The mines aren’t finished with Doran, and the sand in Nathaniel’s hourglass is running out. BOOK 3 Book Title: Throne of Lies Length: 63 000 words Release Date: December 2024 Pairing: MM with hints of developing into MMF (slow burn) Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, three POVs (alternating) Trope/s: Political intrigue, forbidden romance, former assassin turned apotheker/healer Themes: Bisexual romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights, political intrigue, coup. Heat Rating: 3 flames This book ends on a cliffhanger. 
There are vipers in Arajon, from the Valley to the Bronze. Blurb Grace Harrington, the Dowager Archon of Arajon, is approaching her first anniversary on the throne she claimed following the death of her husband, slain at her own hands. But her position is so precarious that even the unwelcome presence of the former assassin Nathaniel Morgenstern, watching over her at her father’s behest, cannot protect her from her enemies. The city’s press has turned against her, the Bronze is rallying behind Odessa White, and her last hope of support from the Druids has gone up in smoke. The lies are adding up. A coup is coming for Grace, and she is running out of people in the city to trust… BOOK 4 Book Title: Valley of Secrets Length: 123 000 words Release Date: January 2025 Pairing: MM that develops into MMF (polyam), and a separate FF fast-burn relationship (femme/butch) Tense/POV: Third person, past tense, four POVs (alternating) Trope/s: Political intrigue, resistance against military coup, forbidden romance, former assassin turned apotheker/healer Themes: Lesbian romance, polyam romance, dark pasts including alcoholism, drug addiction, atonement, forgiveness, worker’s rights, political intrigue, coup. Heat Rating: 3 flames Most plot threads are wrapped up. Two further books are planned in the series but the series can also be finished here. 
This city of fools will be brought to order! Blurb Deposed, her father presumed dead, her friends slaughtered and the cavern in chaos, Grace Harrington is on the run and entirely alone. The only ally she has left is the man she hates most in the world: Nathaniel Morgenstern, the assassin who murdered her mother and seduced her father. Grace’s only hope of reclaiming the throne and saving her people is to seek the aid of Éamon Tadhg, the High Druid of Arajon. But she needs to survive the hostile streets of Iole City before she can even think about fleeing to the Violet Valley. Nathaniel made a vow to Doran to protect Grace, but he could never have imagined how quickly and horrifically their lives would fall apart. Grieving the dual losses of the man he loved and his new friend Tsa Lien, Nathaniel devotes himself to the service of the overthrown Lady Archon who despises him – even if it costs him everything he is. Excerpt from THRONE OF LIES (Book #3 of Death’s Embrace) “I’m sorry. I, uh… I guess you probably want me to –” Nathaniel braced his hand against the frame, using his arm to pause Doran’s advancement towards the door. “Stay,” he said quietly. He did not suggest it to continue what had been derailed by Leonora’s presence; neither he nor Doran seemed to be much in the mood for it any longer. But Doran must have needed Nathaniel’s request, for instead of shaking his head and leaving, he closed his eyes and sighed. “This wasn’t how I imagined the evening going,” Doran said. Nathaniel laid a hand upon Doran’s chest. “Rest here tonight,” he said, and started to gesture to the main room where the couch was. “I can –” Doran shook his head, opening his eyes again. “I’m not going to throw you out of your own room,” he said, a small smile finally returning to ease his features. Nathaniel became sharply aware of the bed behind him, the darkness outside the windows, Doran’s hands that moved to rest upon his waist. The room was dim, illuminated only by a small oil lamp set upon the desk under the window that overlooked Arkadia Lane. Under the faint glow of the light, he held his breath while Doran moved his hands up his body then down his arms, urging his jacket off. It fell to the floor with a soft thump. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “I have a wardrobe, you know,” he murmured. “Maybe I want to see your clothes on the floor,” Doran replied. The sudden rush of desire that gripped Nathaniel’s body rendered him speechless. Doran smirked, then kissed him. It was deep and tender, slow and heated; milk and honey on Nathaniel’s tongue after years wandering the desert, finally stepping foot in the promised land he had denied himself. In that moment, Nathaniel felt there was nothing between them – neither pasts nor crimes, neither guilt nor regret; just them, their souls laid bare, and a barrier of clothes of which Doran was stripping away with barely restrained desperation. He relished the gentle scrape of Doran’s evening stubble across his chin, groaned when Doran moved along his jawline and kissed his neck, urging him to tilt his head back and bare his throat, which Doran used to break for air and run his hand up Nathaniel’s chest. Then, with the flickering lamplight reflected in Doran’s eyes, his fingers began working the buttons of Nathaniel’s shirt undone one by one. He slid his hands inside under the fabric and around to Nathaniel’s back, up his shoulder blades, his fingers tracing the scars that latticed his skin. Nathaniel allowed Doran to undress him, stripping his shirt to the floor beside his jacket, and moved backwards when Doran guided him until the backs of his legs collided with the edge of the bed. “Sit,” Doran ordered. Nathaniel sank down upon the mattress, his mouth dry as Doran knelt before him and began to unfasten the straps of his boots. He pulled off Nathaniel’s left boot first, then the right, leaving them askew on the floor – then Nathaniel’s hands clenched on the bedcovers and he groaned as Doran ran his hands up Nathaniel’s legs, curving around his calves, then over his knees, and all the way up his thighs and the strained fabric of his pants to reach for the buckle of the belt. Hoarsely, Nathaniel said, “You don’t have to –” “But I want to,” Doran interrupted, his voice low and heated. He rose to his feet now and stood between Nathaniel’s legs, gazing down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Do you?” It had been years since Nathaniel’s last intimate encounter; longer still that it had been with someone for whom he had feelings that were not muted by the fog of Embrace. Such a thing was lost to him during his time with the Nameless. The physicality of sex had been heightened, certainly, while he himself was rendered as numb to the act as someone was used to the basic function of washing their hands. With a clear mind, he recalled of himself that some deep part not lost to the drug and his lifestyle must have found the experience undesirable, for he could count the number of unions he had engaged in during his adulthood on one hand. Doran’s touch was more potent, more electric, than anything Nathaniel had ever experienced under the thrall of Embrace. He felt he would die if he went one more night without knowing how Doran’s body felt against his. “God, yes,” Nathaniel rasped, and Doran closed the distance between them. About the Author H. L. Moore (she/they) is the author of the Death’s Embrace fantasy series and the Tales from the Jovian Empiresci-fi novella series. Author Links 
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