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Release Blitz: Playing Deep by Beth Bolden

Playing Deep | Beth Bolden

Miami Piranhas #5

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Release Date: February 15th, 2023

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood Designs

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 98,000 words

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Kenyon Ellis knows getting involved with Julian Anderson is an enormous mistake—but from the very first night, he finds him annoying, intriguing and ultimately, irresistible.

One, Kenyon is a player, and Julian is a reporter, so hooking up with him, no matter how spectacular the nights are, is a terrible idea.

Two, he’s falling for him, even if Julian continues to be prickly and impossible. But every time Julian’s walls shift, Kenyon sees the real man behind the attitude, and he only wants more.

Three, between the Piranhas and the charity work he’s committed to, Kenyon really doesn’t have the time for a relationship—but a relationship with Julian turns out to be exactly what he wants.

Maybe even exactly what he needs.

But when Julian starts calling out his performance on the field, the last thing Kenyon expects is his betrayal. But is it betrayal? Or does Julian see something in Kenyon that he’s lost?

The answer leads him not only to love, but to the biggest crossroads of his life.

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“You really didn’t know who I was, did you?” Kenyon asked.

Julian shot him a look. “I told you, you’re going to believe what you want to believe.”

“I want to believe,” Kenyon said, his voice a little unsteady, “whatever the truth is. That’s all. I promise.”

“What if the truth isn’t what you want to hear?” Julian angled his head, licked his lips. He was trying to be flirty again. Tough. Put those walls back up between them. Kenyon could see his technique now, easy as breathing.

The thing was, Kenyon could never hate Julian flirting with him. Even if it was because he was trying to deflect from the truth.

He pressed a palm right into Julian’s chest, felt the firmness of his pectoral muscles. He was slim, but he was strong. What would he look like naked?

Gorgeous, that’s what he’d look like.

Kenyon kept trying not to think about it, but instead, it was all he could think about, the possibilities fogging up his brain, obscuring every bit of good sense he had.

“Fine,” Julian said with a resigned sigh. Like he was finally giving in. “Fine. Okay. I didn’t know who you were.”

Kenyon curled his fingers into the cotton of Julian’s polo. This one was baby blue with a tiny white and red stripe through it. The man looked like the hottest goddamn American flag that he’d ever seen.

It should have been such an asshole move, like he was the guy who mounted a flag on the back of his giant truck, or hung one from the tallest mast of his fucking sailboat, and Kenyon should’ve been desperate to steer clear. But that wasn’t Julian. He knew it wasn’t. He could see just a flash, just a glimpse of the guy behind the polo. Behind the act. So, instead, he took another step closer. Until he felt the warmth of Julian’s thighs through the thin fabric of his shorts.

“Thank you,” Kenyon said. “I think we both deserved the truth, didn’t we? It was . . .” He hesitated.

There was another crack in Julian’s armor. A genuine smile, flashed quickly, Kenyon barely getting the impact of it before it was gone. “The best thing that could’ve happened and also the worst?”

“I think,” Kenyon said, dipping his head, so tempted to just end this ridiculous standoff by kissing Julian so thoroughly he always smiled at him that way, “we should just focus on the best part.”

Julian shot him an unimpressed look, clearly trying to pretend he wasn’t affected by Kenyon’s nearness, but Kenyon could feel the faintest tremor in his chest, just like he’d trembled last night and there was no denying it now. Kenyon wanted him to give in. Wanted to feel him shake when all that self-possession and self-control fell and the orgasm overtook him.

“It would be a terrible idea to do it again,” Julian said. There was a look in his eyes, though, that said he wouldn’t exactly mind it.

Kenyon knew it was a bad idea to repeat their initial mistake. But they’d done it last night, hadn’t they, and the world hadn’t stopped revolving. Coach hadn’t found out. Julian’s boss hadn’t discovered any deep, dark, dirty secrets about him.

“You know what I think?” Kenyon asked.

“What?” He was still pretending. Kenyon could feel it, and wanted nothing more than to strip Julian down to the bare essentials, so he could see the real man behind the act.

“I think you want me.” He stripped off the practice jersey. Tossed it on the floor. Then reached over and tugged Julian’s polo out of his jeans.

Julian didn’t stop him. Just kept looking at him with those inscrutable eyes.

Like they could see right through him, see down to every single thing he kept close, every single thing he hid from the world.

It was all laid bare before Julian.

“I think you,” Julian said in a soft, damning voice, “want me.”

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About the Author

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A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband. 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 twenty-three novels and seven novellas.

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Release Blitz: Tapped By My Roommate by DJ Jamison

Tapped By My Roommate | DJ Jamison

Thrust Into Love #3

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Release Date: September 9th, 2021

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 75,000 words

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Ethan Greene: Shy geek, newly bi-curious, and…propositioning his gay roommate?

I have a passion for a lot of things: wildlife biology, Godzilla, bowties…

But when it comes to people, I’m more timid.

Which is why I’m stuck with a toxic ex-girlfriend who’s holding my lizard hostage.

I need to face her–and save my dignity.

But a little backup won’t hurt, right?

My roommate is the perfect wingman.

Rhett is assertive and charismatic. The kind of guy people respect.

And when he meets my toxic ex, he’s also the kind of guy to get protective.

I take comfort in his strength, even as I envy it.

But when he kisses me, things get awkward.

Frustrated by the tension between us, I turn to a hookup app for answers.

I don’t mean to proposition my roommate. Really.

It’s just a weird fluke–a mortifying one.

But Rhett has a proposition of his own.

He wants to help me explore my curiosity.

But he’s a bartender who practically flirts for a living, and I’m in way over my head.

It could all end in heartbreak.

Unless I find the courage I’ve been seeking my whole life.

Can I be bold enough to ask Rhett Hayes to be mine?

Tapped By My Roommate is Book 3 of the Thrust into Love series featuring a flirty bartender, a timid but passionate geek, and a mistaken app hookup that encourages these two roommates to explore friendship and love. It can be read as a standalone.

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I took a seat by him on the futon, waiting while Linh shut the door behind her. Waiting while Ethan shifted nervously beside me.

He was blushing again.

“So, what’s up?” I prompted when he didn’t say anything.

He hesitated, biting down on his bottom lip, and my stomach clenched. His nerves were giving me nerves.

“If you’re not ready to—”

“I want it to be you,” he blurted. “The…sex stuff.”

My heart leapt. “Yeah? That’s great.”

“But I don’t want you to do it out of sympathy or obligation, because it was your kiss that made me so… And I don’t want this to be some weird thing where you’re protecting me from all the scary guys out there. I can’t do this if you don’t want it too. If you’re not…into me, then—”

“I’m into you.”

He looked thrown by my interruption. “You’re not just saying that?”

“Ethan, I’m into you. I liked kissing you. Both times.” My hand strayed to his knee and squeezed. “I wouldn’t mind kissing you again. Maybe in more places.”

“But you could be with anyone. What do you get out of it?”

“I get you.” Ethan frowned, and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. This wasn’t about love. “I’m burnt out on app hookups with strangers. It’s boring, you know? It has been for a while. I don’t have time for a real relationship, so I don’t date. But with us sharing an apartment…”

“It’s convenient,” he said.

I nodded. “Yeah, it is. But I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason. I like you. We’re friends. I think we could both have a lot of fun, as long as we’re careful and have clear expectations.”

“Right. That’s why I did this.” He picked up the notebook and shoved it at me. “I’m no good at talking about this kind of stuff. So, I wrote down some things. Because I know you’ll want to know. Explicit consent, right?”

“Okay…”

I released his knee to take the notebook and flipped it open to the first page, titled, “Roommate Hookup Policy.”

A set of rules followed, all in Ethan’s neat handwriting.

Rule 1: This is sex only. No emotional attachments.

Rule 2: Hookups will only happen when both parties want them to.

Rule 3: Hookups will only continue so long as both parties enjoy them.

Rule 4: Hookups will be exclusive and will stop immediately should either roommate meet a romantic prospect.

Rule 5: There will be no talking about hookups outside of hookups.

Rule 6: Hookups will end when list of bisexual experiences is complete (See Pg 2).

“You’ve thought this through,” I said. “But Rule 5…”

“Like I said, I’m no good at talking about this stuff. Besides, we should keep our friendship and this stuff separate, right? So boundaries are clear. We don’t need to talk about it when it’s not happening.”

“I guess, if that’s what you want,” I said dubiously. “But I don’t want to presume you want something without asking beforehand. Or assume you liked what happened between us without checking in afterward.”

“We can talk before and after. Just not, you know, at other times.”

I nodded. If this was a condition of being with Ethan, I’d make it work. He was nervous now. Maybe feeling a little shy. But with some time, he’d relax—and possibly his need for rules would too. In the meantime, it wasn’t a bad idea to maintain boundaries. Hooking up with someone you lived with was playing with fire—it just so happened that I thought it’d be good enough to risk a burn or two.

“Okay, we’ll play by your rules.”

“Okay, good. So, uh, there’s this too…” He took the notebook from me and flipped it to the next page. “I made a list of things I’d like to explore, so you won’t have to ask. Ignore the stuff in pink gel pen. That was Linh trying to make me more exciting. But honestly, this is about all the excitement I can handle right now.”

I glanced down. In black pen, in big, blocky letters, it said: Things Ethan Wants To Experience.

Below that was a checklist of sorts. A sexual checklist.

Ethan stood up and headed toward the hallway. I tore my gaze from the page. “Wait. Where are you going?”

“I can’t handle watching you read it. I’ve got to get to class. Just, uh, text me if you have any questions. That’s easier than talking, okay? And, um, if you agree, we can start… I guess whenever you want to.”

I took one more glance at the checklist, spotted kissing/making out at the top, and tossed the notebook down. Then I got up. “I’ll study this more carefully later.”

He swallowed. “Okay.”

I crossed the room, slowly. He watched me warily. When I got within range, I put my hands on his shoulders.

“What are you…”

His words trailed away as I pressed him against the wall. Slowly, so slowly—giving him all the time in the world to stop me—I stepped forward until my body pinned him in place. His breathing hitched. His heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my chest.

I tilted my head down, putting my lips close to his ear. “We’ll start now.”

“Uh, okay, but I—”

I traced the shell of his ear with my tongue, and he gasped.

“You like that?” I tugged at his ear lobe with my teeth.

He gave a muffled groan in response, his hands clenching tight on my sides. His body arched toward mine involuntarily, and I smiled. This was going to be hot as hell if he kept responding like that.

“I know you have to go to class,” I said. “This is just a taste of what’s coming.”

“God.”

I kissed along his jaw, closer and closer to his mouth. Slowly though, so slowly. Until Ethan gave a huff and turned his head, catching my lips with his in a desperate, wet kiss.

Heat flashed through me as his tongue swept out to meet mine. He grabbed my hair, threading those long, slender fingers through the strands, and pulled me tight. I let him kiss me as hard and as long as he wanted to, reveling in Ethan taking what he needed.

An idea started to form in my mind. One that would surely test my patience and his, but it felt right.

I would read Ethan’s list of sex acts—to make sure I didn’t overstep his boundaries—but we wouldn’t do any of them until Ethan found the courage to take what he wanted.

Just like today with the passionate kiss that he was very much leading.

When he bit my lip, making me groan deep in my chest, he broke the kiss. His eyes were wide, as if he couldn’t believe he’d done it.

“Sorry—”

“Don’t apologize. It was hot.”

“Really?”

“Touch me however you want. I’m not afraid of a few bites and bruises,” I said with a wink.

He blushed again, and I could sense our time for sexy talk was over. I vowed that by the end of this experiment, Ethan would want to hear my filthy words. That they’d make him hard for me. But for now, I had no plans to push him out of his comfort zone.

I stepped back. “I’ll let you get ready for class.”

“Class,” he echoed blankly.

I waited as he blinked twice, then seemed to snap back to awareness.

“Class,” he said, “Right. I should go.”

“Have a good day, Ethan.” I loaded my voice with innuendo. “I look forward to seeing you soon.”

About the Author

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DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual.

DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love.

DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.

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