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Wednesday, March 2, 2022
New Release
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Monday, October 26, 2020
COMING SOON ON OCTOBER 30, 2020
Rerelease Coming October 30,2020
When fifteen-year-old Devin Hughes created his imaginary
friend after getting bullied by the freshman boys in the locker room, he never
expected Brice to materialize into a physical human being twenty-five years
later. Nor did he ever anticipate Brice’s demonic surprise.
Brice, a demon enslaved to Satan, must bring individuals
into their realm by convincing them to walk through the portal–a mirror–into
hell so their souls can be harvested. To his disappointment, Devin proves to be
a tough target, especially after he meets Matthew.
Matthew Lyons, CEO of Lyons Security, has a terrible habit
of jumping into relationships too soon and too fast. But he can’t deny the zing
his heart sustained the second he shook hands with advertising executive, Devin
Hughes.
While sparks fly between Matt and Dev, Brice’s rage reaches
record levels. But under no circumstances will the deceitful evildoer let the
two foolish men ruin his plans.
When Devin realizes Brice’s true intention, it might be too
late to stop the horrific consequences. Can the strength of Dev’s and Matt’s
love defeat and banish Brice forever, or will the maniacal demon subdue both
men and turn them into cadaverous trophies? Is love powerful enough to defeat a
vengeful hellion?
Available at Amazon and KU
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Upcoming Release
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
NEW RELEASE FROM GRACE KILIAN DELANEY
LIVING ON A DARE
Winner will be chosen on June 11, 2019
Monday, May 13, 2019
NEW RELEASE FROM JACKIE KESWICK
One of the best things about writing fantasy is that I can design my very own world and decide how it works. I love medieval history, so that’s where I started when I imagined the backdrop for Healing Glass. The floating city came next, and once I knew how it looked, I also needed to find out how it worked. How do a large number of people live safely in a floating city?
I imagined it a bit like early medieval cities, where not every house had a kitchen or even a fire, and food and company were found in cookshops and taverns. Which, predictably, made me think about food.
I love writing about food, and there’s often far too much of it in my stories. Healing Glass, with its medieval setting, was a lovely challenge when it came to working out what my characters would eat. What did people in medieval Europe eat? First and foremost, bread. But also stews, pies, and a lot more meat and fish than we might think.
Minel’s work, making and enhancing glass, often leaves him ravenous and very thirsty, so I got to play with food. Minel loves wine, tries to make his own beer, and when he’s designing he loves to nibble on ferociously hot, pickled chillies…. He also loves nougat, which I was surprised to learn was actually available in early medieval times. And if this discourse made you look forward to dinner, then how about a sneak peek at one of the meals Falcon puts together for Minel.
Minel is dying and has decided not to seek a cure. He avoids company as he avoids food, until Falcon turns up in the city to look after him. Here, they’ve just shared their first kiss and it makes Minel question his decision not to fight his illness. And if that and Falcons’ dinner don’t perk him up, then I don’t know what will…
Yes, Falcon had outdone himself. He looked after Minel as he’d promised, and he only grew fierce when he spotted signs of Minel not taking care of himself.
Minel deserved those fiery glares. He’d been avoiding food as he avoided people while he came to terms with his own mortality.
He was just four and twenty, had only left the floating city to visit the woods that stretched at its base, and the villages and towns along the coast. He’d not travelled to see the mountains that lay beyond the forest, or the desert that lay behind those. He’d never thought he’d die before he’d explored every part of their world, in person or by proxy. He’d not yet read all the books he wanted to read, hadn’t drawn and studied all the plants and minerals that could be used to protect and help and heal, that could make his designs so much more powerful.
He had so much yet to learn, hadn’t yet turned into the craftsman he knew he could become... and leaving that journey unfinished hurt.
So he turned to the one man who might understand when he asked about regrets and unfinished tasks, whose gifts and training ensured that he walked in close company to death more often than not.
“Falcon... do you think there’s a moment when a man is ready to die?”
Monday, February 18, 2019
New Release by J. Scott Coatsworth

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Book 1: Skythane:
Book Two: Lander:
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Excerpt
Venin stood under the dome of the chapel, the waters of the Orn rushing past the small island to crash over the edge of the crater rim, where they fell a thousand meters to the broken city of Errian below.
The Erriani chapel was different from what he was used to back home. The Gaelani chapel in Gaelan had sat at the top of a tall pillar of stone, open to the night sky, a wide space of grass and trees that intertwined in a natural dome through which moonlight filtered down to make dappled shadows on the ground.
This chapel, instead, was a wonder of streaming sunlight, the columns a polished eggshell marble with glimmering seams of gold. Red creeper vines climbed up the columns, festooned with clusters of yellow flowers that gave off a sweet scent.
Both were bright and airy, but the Erriani chapel lay under a dome supported by fluted marble columns, a painted arch of daytime sky and the rose-colored sun blazing overhead.
The last time he’d gone to chapel had been with Tazim, before his untimely death.
Long before the troubles that roiled the world now.
Something drew him back. A need to reconnect with his past. To bridge the gap between then and now, between who he was and who he had become. Taz would have liked this place.
The chapel here had survived the attack, while much of Errian had not. The city below was a jumble of broken corrinder, the multistory plants that were the main building stock for the city. They would grow again, but the sight of the city’s beautiful white towers laid low struck him to the core.
So had Gaelan looked, after the flood.
Venin turned back to the chapel and unlaced his boots, baring his muscular calves before he approached the fountain that splashed at its center. The cool flagstone beneath his feet sent a shiver up his spine, and green moss filled the gaps between the stones.
Some builder whose name was lost to time had tapped into the river itself to make the fountain run, and the water leapt into the air with a manic energy around the golden statue of Erro, before falling back down to the pool.
Venin knelt at the fountain’s edge on one of the well-worn pads, laid his hands in the shallow water, and let his wings rest over himself, making a private place to pray.
Erro and Gael, spare us from danger and lift us up into the sky with your powerful wings. He gave Erro deference, being that this was his chapel, but he hoped Gael would hear him too. The god of his own people had been known to intervene in mortal affairs before, and if what Quince had told them about these ithani was true, they would need all the help they could get.
Venin’s wings warmed.
He looked up in astonishment to see the statue of Erro giving off an intense golden glow. His mouth dropped open, and he stood and stared at its beautiful male curves and muscles. Maybe the gods were answering him.
Venin reached up and touched the statue’s outstretched hand. The shock knocked him backward onto his ass, and he hit the ground hard, slamming into one of the marble columns.
Venin groaned, stunned, and reached back to feel his wings and spine. He seemed to be in one piece.
Taz would have laughed his ass off at the whole thing.
After a moment he sat up cautiously. He wrapped his arms around his legs and stared up at the statue, his chin on his knees.
The glow was gone.
Did I imagine it? He stood and felt the back of his head. A lump was already forming there. That’s gonna leave a mark.
Something had changed. Venin didn’t know what yet, but he was sure of that much.
He pulled his boots back on and laced them up. With one last suspicious glare at the statue, he turned and stepped out of the chapel, taking a deep breath of the moisture-laden air.
Then he leapt into the sky to soar down to the broken city.
Author Bio
Scott lives with his husband of twenty-five years in a Sacramento suburb, in a cute little yellow house with a brick fireplace and two pink flamingoes out front.
He inhabits in the space between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into science fiction and fantasy by his mom at the tender age of nine, he quickly finished her entire library. But he soon began to wonder where all the queer people were.
After coming out at twenty-three, he started writing the kinds of stories he couldn't find at Crown Books. If there weren't many queer characters in his favorite genres, he would will them into existence, subverting them to his own ends. And if he was lucky enough, someone else would want to read them.
His friends say Scott's mind works a little differently than most - he makes connections between ideas that others don't, and somehow does more in a day than most people manage in a week. Although born an introvert, he forced himself to reach outside himself, and learned to connect with others like him.
Scott's stories subvert expectations that transform traditional science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something different and unexpected. He runs both Queer Sci-Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark.
His romance and genre fiction writing brings a queer energy to his stories, filling them with love, beauty and power. He imagines how the world could be - in the process, he hopes to change the world, just a little.
Scott was recognized as one of the top new gay authors in the 2017 Rainbow Awards, and his debut novel "Skythane" received two awards and an honorable mention.
You can find him at Dreamspinner here, Goodreads here, on Amazon here, on QueeRomance Ink here, and on Facebook here.

Thursday, August 9, 2018
Night Owl Romance Cupcakes & Books Scavenger Hunt
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
New Release by J. Scott Coatsworth

J. Scott Coatsworth has a new queer magical realism book out:
A group of strangers meets at Ragazzi, an Italian restaurant, for a cooking lesson that will change them all. They quickly become intertwined in each other's lives, and a bit of magic touches each of them.
Meet Dave, the consultant who lost his partner; Matteo and Diego, the couple who run the restaurant; recently-widowed Carmelina; Marcos, a web designer getting too old for hook-ups; Ben, a trans author writing the Great American Novel; teenager Marissa, kicked out for being bi; and Sam and Brad, a May-September couple who would never have gotten together without a little magic of their own.
Everyone in the River City has a secret, and sooner or later secrets always come out.
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Excerpt
Matteo stared out the restaurant window into the darkness of Folsom Boulevard. It was getting dark earlier as summer edged into fall. Streetlights flickered on as cars drifted by, looking for parking or making the trip out of Midtown toward home.
The sign on the window read “Ragazzi” (the boys), lettered in a beautiful golden script just two months old. Investing in this little restaurant his uncle had left to them when he'd passed away had been their ticket out of Italy. But now with each passing day, as seats sat empty and tomatoes, pasta, and garlic went uneaten, the worry was gnawing ever deeper into Matteo's gut.
Behind him in the open, modernized kitchen, Diego was busy cooking—his mother's lasagne, some fresh fish from San Francisco, and some of the newer Italian dishes they'd brought with them from Bologna. The smells of boiling sauce and fresh-cooked pasta that emanated from the kitchen were entrancing.
They'd sent the rest of the staff —Max and Justin—home for the evening. The three customers who had shown up so far didn't justify the cost of keeping their waiter and busboy on hand.
Matteo stopped at the couple's table in front of the other window. "Buona sera," he said, smiling his brightest Italian smile.
"Hi," the man said, smiling back at him. He was a gentleman in about his mid-fifties, wearing a golf shirt and floppy hat. "Kinda quiet tonight, huh?"
"It always gets busier later," Matteo lied smoothly. "Pleasure to have you here. Can I get you anything else?"
"A little more wine, please?" the woman said, holding out her glass so the charm bracelet on her wrist jangled.
"Of course." He bowed and ducked into the kitchen.
He gave Diego a quick peck on the cheek.
His husband and chef waved him off with a snort. "Più tardi. Sto preparando la cena."
"I can see that. Dinner for a hundred, is it? It’s dead out there again tonight.”
Diego shot him a dirty look.
Matteo retrieved the bottle of wine from the case and returned to fill up his guests' glasses. “What brings you in tonight?” Maybe they saw our ad.…
“Just walking by and we were hungry. I miss the old place though.… What was it called, honey?”
Her husband scratched his chin. “Little Italy, I think?”
“That’s it! It was the cutest place. Checkered tablecloths, those great Italian bottles with the melted wax… so Italian.”
Matteo groaned inside. “So glad you came in” was all he said with another smile.
Author Bio

Scott lives with his husband Mark in a little yellow bungalow in East Sacramento, with two pink flamingos by the front porch.
He spends his time between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci-fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.
He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.
His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci-fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.
He runs Queer Sci-Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction that reflects their own reality.
Author Website: https://www.jscottcoatsworth.com
Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/jscottcoatsworth
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Author Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/jscoatsworthAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8392709.J_Scott_CoatsworthAuthor QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/j-scott-coatsworth/Author Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/J.-Scott-Coatsworth/e/B011AFO4OQ
RIPPING OFF THE MASK 2nd EDITION
Upon his move to New Jersey, aqua therapist Dr. Westley James meets his toughest patient yet when a snarly police sergeant accuses him of duplicity at the start of their first session. When he discovers the reason for Cooper’s ornery attitude, an odd, empty feeling he’s lived with for as long as he can remember begins to fill in like missing pieces of a puzzle.
As a fragile relationship between Cooper and Westley grows, an unhinged sociopath threatens to ruin everything. Will fate force the emotionally bruised sergeant to fasten his mask on even more tightly or will the couple’s blooming love and partnership be strong enough to help Cooper rip his mask off for good?
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Night Owl Romance Tea Party
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Wednesday, December 6, 2017
New Release from Lisabet Sarai
All at once, he was there, settling his loose-limbed frame into the chair across from me. He plunked an amber bottle misted with condensation down in front of me. “You look like you could use this.”
He took a swig from his own beer. Not knowing what to say, I did the same. The icy liquid slid down my throat.
“Good?”
I nodded and drank again before turning the bottle to examine the label. “Angkor Beer?” I laughed.
“Why not? One of our leading exports.” He tilted the bottle back. I watched his brown throat move as he swallowed. “Possibly the only thing most people know about my country.”
“Really?” It was difficult to talk to him, difficult not to stare at his mobile, expressive face.
Fortunately, the beer offered a convenient alternative to conversation.
We drank for a while in silence. I wondered how I could politely excuse myself.
He replaced his bottle on the table. “You really miss her, don't you?”
My eyes filled with tears. Somehow, though, it was a relief to admit it to someone, even to him.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Is she your lover?” I'd read Cambodia was a conservative country, but Che didn't seem shocked by the idea at all.
“Was. She broke it off just before we were supposed to leave on this trip.”
“Why?” The question was completely inappropriate, but I could see he wanted to know.
I buried my face in my hands. What could I say? How could he ever understand?
I heard the scrape of his chair as he rose. His hand rested briefly on my bare shoulder. “Whatever the reason,” he murmured, “I think she was crazy.”
Thursday, November 30, 2017
New Release From Tina Donahue
Knowing the danger the Wanderers pose, Erica Vega intends to hunt down the mysterious group steeped in dark magic, curses and mind control. As a Deputy U.S. Marshal she has the law behind her, along with her telekinetic powers. Let the chase and battle begin.
Not so fast. Her superior forbids her to go after any Wanderer, instead ordering her to work cold cases with her new partner Lucian Navari.
Tall, dark and hotter than sin, Lucian doesn’t play by the book. He has his own agenda and agrees to help Erica hunt Wanderers on the sly where he and she can be up close and personal.
Erica’s not one to mix duty with pleasure, but he’s impossible to resist in too damn many ways. As they investigate an elusive Wanderer, nothing is as it appears – she can’t trust what she sees or believes. Lies masquerade as truth, deception rules while she and Lucian grow closer in a carnal dance that will change their lives.
Faint pounding filled Erica’s bedroom.
Sounded like a heartbeat. Not hers, though.
What in the fuck is that?
Good sense told her to jump out of bed, Glock in hand, and fire at whoever made the noise.
She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to.
On some level, she understood this was a dream. About what?
Lucian. Lights from the neighbors’ backyards bled past her blinds, slanting across his handsome face. He crossed the room, undressing as he did. His shirt fluttered to the floor. His shoes and belt buckle clunked, slacks rustled.
Naked, he stood to her side and looked down at her.
Her heart turned over. She weakened as she never had.
Several locks had tumbled over his forehead. She longed to ease them back and kiss his silky eyebrows.
Passion hooded his eyes and had thickened his cock. It jutted from his thick pelt to point her way.
He was showing off. A pleased sigh rushed from her. Flooded with outrageous desire, she had an intolerable need to end her solitude. She hadn’t realized until now how lonely she was. How eager to have him in her bed and within her pussy.
He pulled the top sheet off her. It floated to her feet.
He grinned hard enough to make dimples.
She laughed at how cute he looked. Like a little boy opening a Christmas present, excited as all get-out.
Proving he was a man with pressing needs, he unfolded himself over her, their hips joined, his shaft nuzzled against her cunt, her breasts crushed by his chest. He cupped her face, held her still, and claimed her mouth.
The world spun.
His lips were warmer than she’d dreamed possible, his taste fresh and sweet. She wreathed her arms around his shoulders to keep him close, wanting to drown in his heat and scent.
He thrust his tongue between her lips.
She welcomed the intimate assault. With a slave’s devotion, she sucked him, mingling their flavors, creating a new one belonging to them alone.
He ground against her.
She wrapped her legs around his lean hips and pumped, mimicking a hard fuck.
His growl said he liked that.
He tore his mouth from hers, eased back, and plunged his cock within her pussy, stretching, owning, taming her for his use.
Allowing it, she squeezed her channel to intensify the friction between them.
He gave her a lusty smile, swooped down, and captured her mouth, tempting her with his desire, fueling her own.
She never wanted this to end.














