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Cover Reveal: Frat Wars: Master of Mayhem by Saxon James

Frat Wars: Master of Mayhem | Saxon James

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Release Date: March 23rd, 2022

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Bro big or bro home.


As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I’m the life of the party. It’s what I’m known for, and if it’s not fun, I’m not interested, simple as that.

I’m not someone who overthinks.

So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can’t stop thinking about them … together.

There’s only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head and that’s by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice.

The problem is, the one guy who’s up for the ride, is the last one I’d expect.


Being risk manager of a frat house is nobody’s idea of a good time. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn’t how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year.

I’m bored.

In a rut.

Study, frat duties, planning for the future.

When is it my turn to let loose for a moment?

So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn’t the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever considered.

I never imagined I’d actually enjoy it.

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Brandon wants to keep the experimenting just between us, and I can’t say I hate the idea, but I’m struggling to agree.

It’s not that I don’t want to answer him; it’s the how that’s the problem. I won’t walk away from this thing, so I’m gonna say yes, but how do we work out a time frame on it? Cross off his imaginary list and then move on? Butt sex, then bail? Get a five-star rating on our BJ skills?

We’re gonna have to talk and shit.

I always tell my bros that open communication is key, and look at me not taking my own advice. It’s different when it’s your brother and not a chick though. Girls come and go, brotherhood is forever.

Look who’s pulling up his big-boy panties and asking his bro to go exclusive with him.

Is it hot in here?

The house is full when I get there. Constant energy and noise wraps around me like a sweaty football jersey, and just like when I take the field for a game, I’m hit with a surge of love for my life.

Does this get any better? I’m gonna go with a no.

And instead of viewing this thing with Brandon as a scary unknown, I need to jump in like I do with everything else. Trading mind-blowing orgasms should only ever be viewed as a good thing—I’ll put it in the Sigma rule book if I have to—so no more holding back.

I catch him on the way to the war room—literally. The second he goes to walk by, I hook my arm around his waist and pull him into the empty laundry.

“What are you—”

I cut him off with my mouth. As we kiss, I back him into the wall, crowding him up against it and bending my knees so he doesn’t hurt his neck. Fuck, I’ve missed his mouth.

I keep waiting for this feeling to dull, for the way he kisses to stop making my head spin, to be able to look at him without wanting to do filthy things to his body. But it’s not all physical either. I like Brandon. As a friend, as a person, as a sexy little nurse.

His mouth breaks from mine, and his puffy lips make me groan.

“What …” He swallows. “I mean, hey.”

“Hey.” I grip his jaw and pull his mouth open before kissing him again. And he must get as lost in it as I do because his arms wrap around my neck, and he pulls me tight against him. Our cocks line up with delicious friction, but for once, I’m not in a hurry to move things along. I wanna kiss, and touch, and worship this sexy guy with everything I have to give him.

“Shit!” He jerks away from me but doesn’t get far. “The meeting.”

“They won’t start without us.” I pull his earlobe between my teeth.

“No, you idiot.” Brandon pushes my chest and I back up but don’t let him go. “They’re going to take one look at us and know we were kissing.”


He freezes.

Pulls back to study my face.


I shrug. “Does it matter? They’re not going to judge us for liking some D.”

“No, but they might judge us for liking each other’s. You really want to deal with all the dumbass jokes and constant ribbing?”

“True. But then we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. We can hook up whenever we like. Be as loud as we want.”

Brandon rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I dunno, dude. I’m kinda looking forward to gagging you.”

“Someone’s kinky.”

Someone’s looking for a way to finally shut you up.”

I kiss him again. A quick one. Just because. Then I put on a cheesy porn voice. “Baby, I’m gonna make all your fantasies come true.”

He laughs and shoulder checks me as he passes. “Let’s get this meeting out of the way. I kinda hate that you gave me a hard-on before we got started.”

He’s about to leave when I remember what I was supposed to talk to him about. My fingers circle his wrist.

“I wanna do it.”


“Just us.”

Brandon stares at me for a moment, like he’s sorting through our options and weighing up whether it’s what he wants. I have a whole second anxiety spike thinking he’s about to change his mind, when his face splits into a smile. “Yeah?”

I point to my dick. “The dragon likes you. Who am I to argue?”

“Thank fuck one of you has good taste.”

Before I let him go, I reach up to fix where his hair got all rumpled during our make-out session. His eyes meet mine, and we share a look that feels heavy and light all at once.

“Ah, thanks …” he says.

“Got your back, bro.” I let him go.

And don’t mention the epic stubble scrape blooming around his mouth.


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Saxon James unapologetically writes happy endings for LGBT+ characters.

While not writing, SM is a readaholic and Netflix addict who regularly lives on a sustainable diet of chocolate and coffee.

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Release Tour: Head to Head by Eli Easton & Tara Lain

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Release Date: May 25th, 2021

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If these two don’t kill each other, they might fall in love.

Rand hates Jax because he’s the laid-back, vegan-eating, tree-hugging, total-Zen-until-I-get-a-chance-to-screw-you president of Sigma Mu Tau, the nerdy fraternity that’s the sworn enemy of Rand’s house, Alpha Lambda Alpha. What a phony!

Jax hates Rand for being the privileged, rich-heir-to-an-oil-empire, environment-destroying, soul-sucking president of the ALA jocks—but mostly because Rand hated him first. Rand has sent nothing but hateful vibes his way since the day they met. What a douche!

The enemies have never had a single conversation that didn’t involve shouting—until Jax’s old Buick breaks down on a road trip and Rand plays reluctant rescuer. Jax is forced to sit on Rand’s dead cow seats. Rand learns chickens can enter the living room and that Jax’s beliefs are more than skin-deep.

The bitter rivals embark on a quest to save a family member and discover that sometimes animosity is a mask for crazy-hot attraction. With this much face time, head-to-head might become heart-to-heart.

HEAD TO HEAD is an enemies to lovers, forced proximity, opposites attract, searching for his sister, clashing cultures, MM romance—with a whole lot of fracking.

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I’d known for a long time that Rand was the son of the founder and CEO of American Eagle energy company an oil-extracting and fracking behemoth. But it was one thing to think of it as something his father did. That Rand himself would be part of it one day, maybe even run the company—the enormity of that sent a chill of awe up my spine. “I can see that,” I said carefully. “It could be amazing. If your stockholders and dad, etcetera… if they’d let you really change things.”

He frowned slightly. “Yeah.”

I nodded decisively. “So. We’ve got it figured. You’ll be the hot young CEO running American Eagle and turning it to green energy, and I’ll be the rebel hippy lawyer watching your every step like a hawk.”

Rand laughed. He gave me a warm look that curled my toes. “Sounds about right. Do you think we’ll ever not be on opposite sides, Jax?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe it’s our karmic destiny.”

I licked sticky candy off my lips and his gaze tracked the movement. He licked his own lips, seemingly unconsciously. The warmth I was feeling toward him—an oddity itself—flared into something else. Whoosh.

I abruptly got up and tossed the remains of my candy apple in the trash. “Hey. Let’s go check out that haunted house ride.”

At the Devil’s Dungeon, Loveda and Mikey got a car near the front of the little train. Rand and I got placed in the back, several cars behind. The teenaged attendant smirked as he pushed the bar down onto our laps. “Keep your hands and arms inside the car,” he recited. “Or the ghosts may rip them clean off. You’ll be dead of blood loss before the train even returns to the station.”

My mouth dropped open. “Do you say that to five-year- olds?”

He grinned. “Have a nice ride. And no making out.”

Rand and I looked at each other and laughed. But my giggle, at least, was a little nervous.

“He has no idea,” I said, as the train headed into the dark.

“Right? We’re more likely to rip each other’s arms off.”


Inside the dark building, the train tracks shifted and jolted—on purpose. Painted scenes of horror glowed in the dark. A guillotine. A graveyard. On my side, a Dracula popped out of a box. Drac was looking pretty raggedy.

“He needs a new tailor,” Rand said, the jolting train throwing him against my side.

“He’s looking a bit peaked. Want me to open your vein for him?”

“You can try.” Rand’s teeth flashed white in the dim light.

Wax heads on a rack were next. They were probably convincing in the 50s, but they looked lame compared to modern CGI.

“Oh, man. This is so bad, it’s good.” Rand laughed.

“I know, right? To quote Mikey: it’s a classic.”

With a clang, our train lurched to a stop. A dingy white- sheeted ghost bobbed on my right.

“Probably waiting for the train ahead of us,” Rand said.

“Yup. No worries. You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?” I sneaked a hand onto his leg and squeezed.

Rand grasped my hand in his for a moment and pinched it. “Stop that. Of course I’m not afraid of the dark. That would be childish.”

“Uh-huh.” That brilliant comeback was brought to you courtesy of my pounding heart and dry mouth. Rand’s hand was big and so warm as he dropped mine back into my own lap.

Aaaaand still, the train wasn’t moving. I tried to think of something else. Anything other than the feeling of Rand’s arm against mine. Anything except all the things that could happen in the dark.

“So, um… what, exactly, did your dad say on the phone this morning?”

Rand shifted. “Just what I told your dad. He wasn’t exactly shocked to hear Peyton isn’t with Jason.”

I thought about that for a bit. The train sat there. “So your dad knew your seventeen-year-old pregnant sister wasn’t really with her boyfriend, and he didn’t try to find her?”


“I mean, I heard Jason say your dad sent armed men to find him and warn him off. If your dad could do that, he could hire a PI to find Peyton and bring her home. Right?”

Rand snapped at me. “You don’t know the situation. Okay?”

I blinked in surprise at his tone. But, spark meet fuse. Like always, Rand’s anger set me off. “So what have I got wrong? That’s what happened, isn’t it?”

Even in the dim light, I could see him gripping the lap bar hard. He glanced over his shoulder, but we were in the last seat, and there wasn’t another train behind us. He hissed. “So you’re saying he should have hired goons to track her down? That’s good parenting to you? He’s been sending her money, supporting her. I don’t even know if she had the baby. She said she didn’t want to see us. Maybe my dad is just respecting her wishes.”

“But even if she fought with your dad, why wouldn’t she want to see you? You said you were close, right?”

“Look, we’re not Perfect Happy Family like you are. Okay?”

I gaped. “What?”

“Can we not talk about this?” His voice was raised.

He was annoying the hell out of me. “Dude. I’m just saying. Maybe your dad isn’t exactly being forthcoming. That’s all.”

“Fuck off!”

“Really? We’re back to that? So mature. Well, fuck you, Rand Ch—”

Rand grabbed my neck with one hand and crushed his mouth against mine.

For a moment, we both froze. What the hell was he doing?

Kissing me.

Oh God. Rand was kissing me.

I’d imagined this. Last night when I showed him the guest room. In the car. Hell, long before that. Every time we fought at Madison, I’d wanted to grab him and shake him and…

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About the Authors


Coming from a background in computer game design, Eli has written over 35 books in m/m romance since 2013. The Mating of Michael (2014) and A Second Harvest (2016) both won The William Neale Award for Best Gay Contemporary Romance, and Eli’s books have won many awards from the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s Reader’s Choice Awards.

She is best known for her Christmas romances, the Howl at the Moon series of rom coms featuring dog shifters, and her Sex in Seattle series, which revolves around a sex clinic in Seattle.

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Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically.

After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture.

Tara loves animals of all kinds (even snakes), diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers.

She has around 57 books published or scheduled for publication.

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