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Release Blitz: The Rivalry by Beth Bolden

The Rivalry | Beth Bolden


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Release Date: March 9, 2020

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 100,000 words

It is a standalone story.

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The first time NFL quarterback Heath Harris meets Sam Crawford, it’s just them, a luxury yacht and a few days of fun in the sun. Sam turns out to be nothing like Heath expects. He’s kind and funny and irreverent—and also unbelievably, shockingly sexy. For three short, glorious, life-changing days, there are no rules.

The second time they meet, Sam has just been traded to Heath’s team, and instead of lovers, they’ve become rivals instead. Heath has spent the last five years working desperately to be the best quarterback the Riptide could ever need, but when injuries threaten to derail his career, Sam is right there, standing on the sideline. Ready to take over, and ready to ruin everything Heath has given his life for.

Rival. Enemy. Teammate. Friend. Lover.

As their orbits collide, sparks fly, and Heath struggles to find the right label and the right box to shove Sam into, hoping to keep him contained. But Sam—and Heath’s feelings—refuse to cooperate.

Sam might not be just one of those things, he might be all of them, and so much more.



Heath had forced himself not to get (even more) self-conscious when he changed into his swim trunks. You work your ass off in the weight room, he told himself firmly, you look good. But it was hard to ever imagine he looked as good as Sam did. Sam looked . . . Heath forced himself not to think about it, because the last thing he needed was to get hard in his trunks right now.

Brooke was already lying out on the open deck, a skimpy bikini revealing all her best assets. “Drew and Mark already took the skiff out with Captain Tom,” she said when Heath and Sam approached.

“Yeah, we’re going for a swim,” Sam said.

“And share secret quarterback tips? You two have fun.” Brooke’s knowing expression was baffling, but maybe she thought it was weird they were hanging out because they played for different teams.

“Uh,” Heath said, and then latched on to the bin of sunscreen options next to her. “We should put some protection on . . .”

Both Brooke and Sam looked at him shocked. “Um,” he realized, “sun protection.”

“Right,” Sam said, grinning. “You first.” Instead of the easy spray option, Sam plucked a bottle of lotion from the selection. Heath went hot and then cold, realizing that Sam definitely intended to touch him all over, and he was somehow going to have to keep his erection under control.

Normally, that wouldn’t have even been an issue, but somehow his dick had discovered its purpose in life after meeting Sam. He was already half-hard now, and as soon as Sam touched him, all bets were going to be off.

The lotion was cold as Sam squirted it onto his back, and that helped initially, but then his hands, warm and broad and confident, were there, smoothing the cream all over his back and shoulders. He used soft, long strokes, like he was both trying to reassure Heath and turn him on, all at the same time—even though Heath knew that couldn’t possibly be true. When his fingers drifted lower, nearly hitting the waistband of his swim trunks, Heath nearly gasped. It was the most erotic application of sunscreen that Heath had ever experienced, and the only thing that kept him from totally busting out of his trunks was latching on to the thought of how smelly Bran’s locker was by the end of the season.

“My turn,” Sam said, and to Heath’s surprise, his own voice was rather gravelly. Like he’d actually enjoyed touching Heath.

Sam touching him had felt like a combination of heaven and hell. Heath never imagined that reciprocating would somehow feel even more dangerous, but from the moment his fingers lightly brushed Sam’s skin, it was nearly game over. He was so smooth and powerful and soft, all contradictions wrapped up in this sexy, gorgeous package, and it was nearly impossible to stop when the lotion had been evenly distributed.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” Brooke said, and Heath jerked his hands back like he’d been electrocuted.

“I mean, so helpful with each other, even though you’re supposed to be rivals,” Brooke added.

They weren’t really rivals—Sam wasn’t even the starting quarterback for the Piranhas, but Heath latched on to her distraction like a lifeline. “We’re not rivals,” Heath said. “It’s not like that.” Sam nodded vigorously, and grabbed the lotion from Heath’s hands, clearly also eager to change the subject. Heath didn’t know why, but he was intrigued.

“You about ready to go in?” he asked Heath.

“Yeah, let me just get my face,” Heath said. He knew he was still too pale, especially considering he lived in Southern California. Too much time still spent indoors. Frankie was always harassing him, accusing him of becoming a recluse. She wasn’t completely wrong.

“Good, because I’m definitely ready,” Sam said, obviously eager to get away from Brooke, her inquisitive gaze still pinned to the pair of them.

Sam took off in a cannonball leap, before Heath could warn him that they didn’t know how deep the water was. You’re always looking before leaping, he thought ruefully. It was definitely a less exciting existence than the one Sam clearly enjoyed. Instead of jumping off the boat, Heath sat on the back ledge, and swinging his legs around, dropped down gently into the water. It was surprisingly warm, and he kicked powerfully to bring himself over to where Sam had surfaced, pushing his wet hair back, like he was a fucking supermodel.

“Feels damn good,” Sam said, and Heath nodded, keeping his distance as they both treaded water.

It would feel even better if they were pressed up together, wet skin against wet skin, but Heath would take the water reflecting in the intense blue of Sam’s eyes every day of the week. He’d never felt a color so viscerally—burning deep in his stomach, magnifying his arousal until the only thing keeping him from flying apart was the cool water against his dick.

About the Author


A lifelong Oregonian, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband and their sweet kitten, Earl Grey. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She’s published sixteen novels and six novellas.

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An uplifting and joyous romance from RJ & Vicki

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What a thoroughly uplifting and joyful book, even though it’s dealing with the aftermath of some horrendous events.

I loved everything about this book, from Henry’s determination to get back on the ice, to Apollo’s warmth and caring heart.

Third in the Arizona Raptors series, I think it could stand alone but the reader would have a much better understanding of the background if they’d read the first two – which are brilliant books in their own right anyways!

Great pacing, the tensions grew organically out of the fears of the two men following their previous experiences and I liked that the friendships which have grown in this series, and the other interlinked ones, were still going strong.

My favourite one yet in this series because I was rooting for Henry to be able to get over his traumatic accident and he did that with the help of a bunch of expert professionals and his own determination.

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Release Blitz: The Pathfinders by Geoffrey Knight

The Pathfinders | Geoffrey Knight


Release Date: March 12, 2020

Length: 163 Pages

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Hell, I knew the divorce from Sophie would break my heart, but I had no idea how lost and lonely I would feel once she was gone. Everything ended amicably, almost too peacefully, but now I’m facing a whole new chapter of my life. The only problem is, I don’t know what that chapters holds, or if anyone will ever be there to catch me if I fall again.

My only savior right now is my cousin and best friend Hux. We’ve known each other just about our whole lives, and his invitation up to the woods to help him rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake could be the one thing I need to figure out what plans the universe has in store for me… and the path I need to find.


Hell, I knew Jack’s divorce from Sophie would break his heart, but I had no idea it would bring to the surface all the yearning and pain and hopelessness I’ve felt over the years. The fact is, Jack’s the one and only person I ever want to spend the rest of my life with. But how do you tell your best friend—your cousin—how you truly feel?

I know I need to help him through the dark days following his divorce, but will I be able to keep myself from betraying all his trust by letting my true feelings show? Will inviting him up to the woods to help me rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake be the end of our relationship? Or will we finally find our very own path in this world together?



MY heart damn near stopped.

Hell, like it wasn’t enough to embarrass the fuck out of myself in the boat with that damn hard-on of mine and the boat near capsizing… like it wasn’t enough to see him standing there naked in the shower, so relaxed and uninhibited as he was on every occasion I’d managed to catch a glimpse of that chest, those thighs, that dick… now he was just standing there in nothing but a towel, watching me try to keep the fire alive, and all I could do was pretend not to see him out of the corner of my eye.

Finally, he pushed himself off the porch post and headed back into the cabin. Through the open door of the cabin I saw him cross the tiny living room where he casually slid the towel from his waist. Mesmerized, I watched as his perfect, rounded ass cheeks were unveiled in the lamplight.

I chugged on a puff of smoke in my throat, trying not to cough too loudly in case he heard.

He didn’t turn back.

He just kept walking into the bedroom—my bedroom—to get changed, his muscled ass cheeks shifting left and right in his faultless stride.

Did he know I was watching?

Did he know what a fucking tease he was?

Or was he completely oblivious to what he was doing to my heart, my nerves, my cock right now?

As he disappeared beyond the open door to the bedroom, I stepped away from the fire to get some air, stumbling toward the edge of the lake.

Dusk had turned the sky violet and the reflection of the evening’s first stars rippled on the dark water. Somewhere out there a fish jumped in search of dinner, trying its luck at the last of the fireflies before they disappeared for the night.

I took deep breaths and counted them in an attempt to calm myself down, but the fact was with every passing minute I was finding it harder and harder to keep my feelings from exploding.

“You know what explosions do, Hux,” I warned myself. “They fuck things up. Majorly.”

“Who are you talking to?”

I turned to see Jack standing a few feet behind me, already dressed in khaki shorts and a blue shirt. He’d only done the buttons halfway up, the breeze gently blowing to reveal his smooth, bare chest. The rolled-up sleeves exposed his muscled forearms. I must have paused too long, trying to blink him away. He reached out and took my shoulder in one hand, casually massaging it.

“Hux? You okay? That smoke seriously got to you, huh?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m fine. You wanna beer?”

We made our way back to the campfire. I cracked open a couple of beers and handed one to Jack, then we each pulled up one of the camping chairs I’d set by the fire, looking out toward the lake.

Dusk had melted into night, and the stars shimmered bright on the lake’s surface now.

We drank beer and talked about simple things. Things that didn’t matter at all. That’s what men do, right? We talk about the upcoming football season, or the intention to buy a new truck someday on account of a rattle in the suspension that can’t be fixed, or the forecast of rain and how the weather people don’t know shit compared to the local experts. Yep, that’s what men do. We scout around anything that might tap into any real emotion.

At least until the beers really kick in.

That’s when you find yourself all alone with your best friend in the world… the only person you’ve ever really trusted. The only person you can really talk to.

“I keep thinking I should call her,” Jack said softly, his eyes fixed on the dark, quiet lake.

We had cooked the fish and eaten till we were full, and now we sat in our fold-out chairs with the fire crackling behind us and the crickets gently singing their night song to one another in the pitch-black woods.

I swigged my beer. I had lost count how many bottles we’d had. Dangerous I know, but they had helped settle my nerves. I was calm and relaxed, and hoped to stay that way. “When was the last time you spoke to her?”

“I dunno. Two weeks ago, I guess.” He paused, then admitted. “I do know. It was eleven days ago. She dropped by to collect her mail. She assured me she’d change her delivery address at the post office, and I wouldn’t have to collect her letters anymore. I told her she didn’t have to do that… I didn’t mind at all. But she insisted on changing her address. She said it had to be done.” He sighed. “It sounds so stupid, I know she’s right, but fuck it hurt to hear. Like it was another one of those moments that said, ‘We’re through. This is over now. We’re done here. Time to move on.’” He looked at me, his eyes a little glassy and a lot lost. “Thing is, I don’t know how to move on. I’ve got no fucking idea, Hux.”

“Yes you do,” I said, sitting forward and leaning toward him. “You’re already doing it. You’re here with me. We’re gonna fix up Uncle Leroy’s cabin and we’re gonna make a home for ourselves. We start by putting a roof over our heads—preferably one without raccoons—and we take things one day at a time. That’s how you move on.”

“Is it? Is that moving on… or running away?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Are we crazy to think we can make this place our home? Am I crazy to think I should sell the store and just abandon everything I’ve ever known? My dad built that business from the ground up. Who am I to just sell it and run away?”

“Jack, you’re not running away from anything. You’re taking the next step. You’re starting a whole new chapter. You have to. Life has sent the winds of change blowing down your street, and if you don’t let it carry you someplace new, it’ll blow right by you and leave you behind. Every day of your life will be the same. You’ll wake up in the morning, open the hardware store, go home and do it all again the next day and the next day and the day after that, until before you know it you’re an old man and your days are done. Just like your father. The hardware store was his life… not yours. This is your chance to start living the way you want to.”

I leaned closer still and found courage in my own words. I rested my hand on my cousin’s knee. I gripped him tighter than I intended to, as though I didn’t want to let him go, as though I couldn’t afford to lose him… not now, not ever.

He placed his hand on top of mine and for a second my lungs forgot how to breathe again.

Gently he rubbed the top of my hand, then tapped it twice with his long, slender fingers. “What would I do without you, Hux?”

About the Author

Geoffrey Knight is the author of more than 25 gay fiction novels, novellas and short stories, ranging in genre from gay adventure, gay romance, gay suspense and gay comedies. He is the recipient of two Rainbow Awards including Best Mystery Winner and Best Overall Gay Fiction Runner-up.

His work has been featured in several anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2013, and he appeared as Guest of Honor at the inaugural Rainbow Con in Florida, 2014.

Geoffrey has worked in advertising, politics and journalism, but nothing is as fun as telling stories. He lives with his partner, their young daughter and their small furry family in a rambling old house in North Queensland, Australia, where the paint is fraying and life is good.

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Release Blitz: Work – Love – Balance by Allison Temple

Work – Love – Balance | Allison Temple


Release Date: March 9, 2020

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The customer always comes first, but IT consultant Brady Jansen loves to hate Nash O’Hara. Except the fine line between hate and attraction means sometimes Brady can’t help it when he crosses the boundary between professional and personal.

Recently divorced, workaholic Nash knows he’s hard to please. When the smart-mouthed IT consultant he depends on to keep his office running offers a no-commitment hookup, it seems like exactly what he and Brady both need to get through a busy summer at work. No one has to know about their arrangement.

But the more time they spend together, the more secrets they have to keep from the people around them—and from each other. The lies are piling up, until it’s hard to tell who’s fooling whom. If Brady and Nash want to find the balance between work and love, a little honesty will go a long way.

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Work-Love Balance is a 70k contemporary MM office romance. It’s hot enough you’ll want to make sure the air conditioning is on in your cubicle, and heartfelt enough you’ll want to smack both characters before the end. HEA guaranteed.

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Allison Temple has been a writer since the second grade, when she wrote a short story about a girl and her horse. Her grandmother typed it out for her and said she’s never seen so many quotation marks from a seven-year-old before.

Allison took that as a challenge and has gone on to try to break her previous record in all her subsequent works.

Allison lives in Toronto with her very patient husband and the world’s neediest cat. She splits her free time between writing, community theater stage management, and traveling anywhere that has good wine. Tragically, this leaves no time to clean her house.

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New Release Blitz: Saving Rafe by Jocelynn Drake

Saving Rafe | Jocelynn Drake

Lords of Discord #2

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Release Date: March 6, 2020

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 105,000

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Rafe Varik

The troublemaker. The risk taker. The sexy club owner full of wicked promises.

Rafe has devoted his immortal existence to pleasure and causing mischief.

The only ones who can depend on him are his brothers. Of course, that’s very much a Varik thing.

But when the leader of the Arsenault clan specifically requests Rafe’s help in tracking down a killer, he can’t say no.

Sure, Rafe claims he’s doing it for his family. They’ve attracted too many enemies and could use a few allies.

That’s not the whole truth, though.

There’s something about Philippe Arsenault that draws Rafe in. He wants more of Philippe. The vampire leaves him longing for another second in his presence, another taste of his lips, another caress of those perfect fingers.

Yet when it’s all over, what will become of Philippe and Rafe? Because Philippe will always be an Arsenault, and Rafe will always be a Varik.

Saving Rafe is the second book in an MM paranormal romance series that has vampires, betrayal, annoying brothers, music, heartbreak, hope, sexy times, and a pair of star-crossed lovers.

Get the first book in the Lords of Discord series: Claiming Marcus


From their first meeting at The Gallery, Philippe found himself drawn to Rafe. Everything about the vampire whispered temptation. Philippe longed to pin Rafe to the nearest flat surface and make the most delicious moans rise from those lush parted lips. But more than feeding and fucking, Rafe whispered of escape and freedom. No more worry and responsibility beating him down. With Rafe, Philippe would be able to run free and laugh, enjoy the long life he’d been cursed with.

Jullien had warned him that Rafe didn’t seem to be appearing at his club as much as he had in the past, but Philippe wasn’t worried. Lola had spotted the Arsenault pair from where she was leaning against the bar. If she hadn’t called Rafe already to alert him that the clan leader was at his club, she would shortly.

No. There was no need. Rafe was already there.

The vampire was in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a throng of men and women as they moved to the pounding beat of the music. A slender blonde pressed tightly to his front, her long arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck, while a muscular man in a shirt that looked as if it was a second skin was pressed against Rafe’s back.

Reaching behind him, Rafe grabbed a handful of the dancer’s hair and held him in place as Rafe ravaged his mouth. Even through the writhing crowd of bodies, Philippe could see the man’s left hand tighten on the vampire.

Blood shot straight to Philippe’s dick as he regarded the blatant display of sex and power. His fangs ached to slide down, but Philippe couldn’t figure out if he wanted to join the sexy threesome or if he wished to shove both humans away so he could claim Rafe for himself. Neither of them was a healthy thought or would help his clan, so he shoved away the flicker of hunger.

As if he knew what was flitting through Philippe’s brain, Rafe released his companion and looked directly at Philippe, a wicked grin growing on his glistening lips. There was the faintest glow in his sharp blue eyes. It could be blamed on the flashing lights, but Philippe recognized it for what it was. Hunger. Sharp, sexual hunger.

Philippe’s breath caught in his throat and his fucking dick gave another begging throb, urging him to cross the damn club and grab Rafe, but he kept his feet planted as if they’d been bolted to the floor.

The look passed in just a second; then Rafe was turning to both people cuddled against him. He said something to each in their ears before extricating himself and making his way across the club toward Philippe.

“Oh, he’s here already,” Jullien murmured behind him as if he’d just spotted Rafe.

Philippe gave a curt nod, not trusting himself to speak yet. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself in his slacks, but he was afraid of Rafe catching the movement as he got closer. Philippe kept his eyes on Rafe as he smiled and laughed, kissing cheeks of familiar patrons while he slowly made his way through the crowd. Halfway to Philippe, a vampire he didn’t recognize whispered in Rafe’s ear while handing him a drink. Rafe’s smile shrank a millimeter as he accepted the glass.

And those electric-blue eyes were on Philippe as he sipped his dark drink, a wicked smile playing on his lips. God, Philippe was dying to kiss that smile off his lips.

When Rafe was standing in front of him, the club owner took a deep breath as if he was scenting the air. Philippe couldn’t guess what he smelled, but he carefully schooled his face, giving away nothing but mild amusement.

“You’ve finally made your way into my little den of sin,” Rafe said with a laugh.

“I’ve heard so much about it, Mr. Varik. I thought I should see it for myself.”

Rafe’s eyes sparkled with laughter, and he leaned close so he could speak directly into Philippe’s ear. Behind him, Jullien stepped forward, bumping Philippe’s shoulder. Philippe immediately reached back, pressing a restraining hand to Jullien’s stomach. Rafe wasn’t threatening him. No, the vampire was playing with him, and there was a part of Philippe dying to play with Rafe.

“Come now, Philippe. We’re going to be forming an alliance. We’re practically family. I think you can call me Rafe.”

For a second, Philippe closed his eyes at Rafe’s rough whisper. It was like the vampire was lightly raking his nails across all Philippe’s nerve endings, sending the most decadent shiver across his flesh. There was a whiff of blood and alcohol on Rafe’s breath, enflaming Philippe’s hunger. He had only to turn his head and he’d be able to capture Rafe’s sinful mouth in a scorching kiss.

But Philippe didn’t let himself move. Didn’t flinch a single muscle as he fought his own desires to get to the heart of what Rafe was telling him.

Philippe’s eyes snapped open, and he found himself drowning in Rafe’s all-too-perceptive blue eyes. “You’re going to help me find Piper?”

Something passed over Rafe’s face for a second, but Philippe couldn’t describe it. It was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, and Rafe was smiling his wicked grin again.

“The Variks are happy to help the Arsenaults,” Rafe said, and they were back to the diplomatic comments.

Philippe couldn’t quite stop his disappointment from showing. He liked the flirty, playful Rafe more. The one who liked to fan the flames. He didn’t seem the “watch the world burn” type, but he didn’t mind lighting a few small controlled fires to shake things up.

About the Author



It started with a battered notebook. Jocelynn Drake wrote her first story when she was 12 years old. It was a retelling of Robin Hood that now included a kickass female who could keep up with all the boys and be more than just a sad little love interest. From there, she explored space, talked to dragons, and fell in love again and again and again.

This former Kentucky girl has moved up, down, and across the US with her patient husband. They’ve settled near the Rockies…for now. She spends the majority of her time lost in the strong embrace of a good book.

When she’s not hammering away at her keyboard or curled up with a book, she can usually be found cuddling with her cat Demona, walking her dog Ace, or flinging curses at the TV while playing a video game. Outside of books, furry babies, and video games, she is completely enamored of Bruce Wayne, Ezio Auditore, travel, tattoos, explosions, and fast cars.

She is the author of the urban fantasy series: The Dark Days series and the Asylum Tales. She also has a gay romantic suspense series called The Exit Strategy and has recently launched a new paranormal series called the Lords of Discord. She has also co-authored with Rinda Elliott the following series: Unbreakable Bonds, Ward Security, and Pineapple Grove.

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Release Blitz: Second Chance by Barbara Elsborg

Second Chance | Barbara Elsborg

Release Date:  February 10, 2020

Length: 56,000 words

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Ryder’s on the company bonding trip from hell, five days of competitive cycling with competitive colleagues and an even more competitive boss. Faced with yet another vertical climb, he ignores his insistent inner voice and decides that not only can he not keep up, he’s had enough. It appears the weather thinks he should stop, too, when sun turns to thick fog. Disorientated, Ryder brakes hard and flies over the handlebars into oblivion.

Callan’s at Whittaker’s Auction House to bid on fae land that his werewolf pack need as their new home, when an unsuspecting human stumbles through the door. Ryder is out of place, out of luck, way out of his depth—and apparently the newest item on the auctioneer’s block. Tempting, if Callan had the money.

As the bidding heats up and Ryder proves irresistible to the assembled fae, vampires and witches, the situation grows more and more precarious. Callan can’t help interfering. He wants Ryder but at what cost? If he goes back without the land, he’ll infuriate his Alpha and put the pack’s future at risk.

But there’s something about Ryder that Callan cannot resist. How far is he prepared to go in order to get him?


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Barbara Elsborg lives in Kent in the south of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Volcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.

She writes stories about two guys, two guys and one woman, and one guy and one woman in most genres—contemporary, paranormal, sci fi, suspense, urban fantasy. Her books feature bad boys and quirky heroines, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.

She loves hearing from readers and can be contacted at bjelsborg@gmail.com If you’d like to hear about future releases please ask to be put on her mailing list.

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Release Blitz: Blue Boys Box Set by Garrett Leigh

Blue Boys Box Set | Garrett Leigh


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Roses are red, Valentines are…BLUE!

Three steamy bestselling novellas set within the Blue Boy world. All three novellas are set in and around the Los Angeles based Blue Boy Studio, an adult film company with a difference.

BOOK 1 – Bullet: Levi is a power top with an alcoholic mother, and a chip on his shoulder. Sonny’s a dancer with attitude and the biggest heart. Their scene together is just another day at work until Levi realises he’s falling hard for the twink he used to hate. Enemies to lovers is inevitable.

BOOK 2 – Bones: Skater boy Cam is a veteran actor at Blue Boy adult studio. Nursing an unrequited crush on his boss, he’s never needed anything else until kind-hearted Sasha rides into his life on his BMX. They share more than mutual attraction, and when Cam find himself in need of some healing comfort, friendship turns to love.

BOOK 3 – Bold: Go-go dancer Kai has never been the object of anyone’s desire, at least not for real, away from the adult studio where he films scene after scene from the bottom. Then quiet Matthew enters his life. A scene with a difference comes to call, if Kai can figure out how to truly own Matthew, inside and out.

All three novellas guarantee a happily-ever-after.

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About The Author

Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer.

Garrett’s debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards.

When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.

Garrett is also an award-winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at blackjazzdesign.com, and co-owns the specialist stock site moonstockphotography.com with renowned LGBTQA+ photographer Dan Burgess.

Social Media

Website: http://www.garrettleigh.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/garrettleighauthor/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Garrett_Leigh


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