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Release Blitz: Breathe My Name by Davidson King

Breathe My Name | Davidson King

Welcome Boulevard #2


Release Date: March 16th, 2023

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Life is pretty good for Clove; he’s miles away from where he was a year ago. He has a roof over his head, food in his stomach, safety, security—even a job. And nothing means more to him than pleasing his boss…nothing. He wants Marcel, though the man is way out of his league. If Clove can’t have Marcel’s heart, he wants to earn his respect, and when he receives his first solo task, he is ready. At least until the mission results in a dead body.

The moment Marcel lays eyes on Clove, he’s consumed by the need to be with him in every way. So he brings him into the fold, offering him employment, in the hopes that it will be enough. But when a simple errand yields murder, missing money, and criminal powerhouses out for destruction, Marcel realizes he will do anything to keep Clove alive…despite the fact that he clearly has a death wish.

Clove and Marcel are thrown together on a quest for answers. As dangerous as they think it’ll be, it’s far worse. With bullets flying, lives in the balance, and a future unknown, Marcel and Clove must face their feelings for one another. Tumbling into love isn’t easy, especially in their line of work, but they finally have what they want, and nothing in this world will stop them from keeping it.


Breathe My Name is book two in the Welcome Boulevard series. It does not follow a story arc and can be read as a standalone. Characters from book one, They Call Him Levity, are incorporated into this story, if that is important to you check out the first book in the series…I mean, Levity is pretty fabulous.


“Here’s how I see it, Clove. You’re there. At this point you need to call Marcel, and probably the police.”

“The police? Do you kiss your man with that mouth?”

He chuckled again. “Seriously, what if someone’s seen you? Call Marcel, then the cops, or at least do whatever Marcel tells you to do.”

“I hate that plan.”

“I know, but there’s no choice. Tonight, I’ll binge-watch anything you want and comfort you with junk food.”

I narrowed my eyes, and the dead man stared at me with his lifelessness. Was I maybe jealous he was dead, and I was living and had to face Marcel? Perhaps.

“Fine. But if I’m also dead, make sure my tombstone says something kickass.”

“Done.” Levity ended the call. I took another deep breath, reminded myself to stop doing that because this corpse didn’t smell like a field of flowers, and hit Marcel’s number.

“Clove.” His voice was like honey—no, really, even when I’d heard him yell at a guy last week, it was beautiful.

“Dead man on floor no money sorry.” And then I hung up. Yes, while Marcel’s voice was smooth and perfect, I was like a chicken on speed. I had no chill at all.

My phone buzzed immediately, and I wanted to toss it out the window to avoid speaking to Marcel, but I answered.

“Hello, this is Clove. How may I hel—”

“Clove, what the hell was that?”

“Oh, Marcel, good afternoon. How are you today?”

“Hank Rose is dead?”

I gasped. “He is?”

“Clove! I sent you there to collect money. I deduced that was what your frantic choppy message meant.”

I sighed. The gig was up. “Yeah, Hank’s dead. I swear I didn’t do it; he’s been dead a while.”


“Yeah, he did, actually, which is making the scent a lot worse and—”

“Clove, unfortunately, you’ll need to call the police. Tell them you’re a messenger sent to inform him he won a massage at Lily’s Massage Parlor. I own it, so when they verify it will add up. You’ll tell them you found the man and called nine-one-one. Understand?”

Did I? “Sure.”

“Sure isn’t comforting.”

I nodded even though Marcel couldn’t see me. “Yeah, call the po-po, tell them I found him there, was sent to tell him he won a happy ending, yadda yadda.”

“Fucking hell. Okay, if they arrest you or bring you to the station, which I fear they might since you aren’t sounding convincing at all, call me, and I’ll get a lawyer over to you.”


“Call now, Clove. You’ve already been there too long.”

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About the Author


Davidson King always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.

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Release & IG Tour: Oh Buoy by Ava Olsen

Oh Buoy | Ava Olsen

Voyagers #1

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Release Date: December 20th, 2022

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I’ve traveled the world as a yacht steward for the past year, trying to outrun a broken heart and a mountain of debt. Then a gig as a chief stew on board a yacht in the Caribbean comes my way. The timing is right, the weather is perfect, and the pay is desperately needed.

There’s just one problem…

My billionaire boss, Rowan Carter, is way too distracting. With his charming British accent and sarcastic quips, Rowan commands all my attention and none of it is focused on work. I prepare to meet another entitled jerk when I step on board his ship, but it turns out that Rowan is the exception to the billionaire rule. And I get a first-hand glimpse of the kindhearted man behind the money.

The professional line between us melts away but I’ve been badly burned by a workplace relationship gone wrong. And Rowan and I live in two very different worlds. I can’t – shouldn’t – fall for Rowan Carter.

Oh boy. Too late.


I run a real estate empire but being in the top one percent isn’t all fun and caviar. The family business has struggled these past two years and now the one place that was my refuge may be taken away from me. Add to that, I’m a target for the paparazzi because of a former relationship. I’ve never felt so alone. Lonely. Unmoored…

Until a dreamy American named Andrew Slater walks aboard my ship and into my life. Andrew takes delight in answering my snark with sarcastic retorts and his wit is matched by quiet acts of kindness.

Falling in love is an unexpected voyage for both of us. Unless the press gets wind of our relationship, and then all bets are off.

But I fight to win because Andrew is the most important deal of my life.

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I stood on the longest dock in St. Kitts harbor, jetlagged and sweating in the heat of the late morning sun, staring up at the gleaming bow of the ship that would be my home for the next four months.

I took in the enormous length of Now, Voyager, a two-hundred-foot yacht that barely fit within the confines of the harbor. The yacht was owned by C.R. Carter, a man reputed to be a charming wanker – or at least, that was how my college friend, Carter’s personal assistant, referred to him. It hadn’t discouraged me from taking a job on board. After a year working as a personal assistant and a yacht steward for the rich and infamous, nothing shocked me. Seeing off my primary’s escorts? Done. Arranging a party for two hundred people the day of? No problem. I could handle being a last-minute stand-in because the pay and the reference from a high-profile client was desperately needed. I was relieved and nervous in equal measure.

Grabbing my suitcase, I walked along the plank that attached to the lower deck and spotted a few of the crew on board, wiping down the enormous volume of windows and railings. One man on the bridge deck caught my undivided attention. Unlike the rest of the staff who were dressed in smart navy shorts and white logoed T-shirts, this man was wearing ripped cargo shorts, no shirt, mirrored aviators, and a baseball hat. His body was fit and tanned, his dark blond hair a messy tumble around his ears. I was so busy staring at the Adonis on board that I failed to notice the hose in the man’s hand and the fact that it was aimed my way until it was too goddamn late. Icy cold water drenched my travel-weary body.

“Shit, that’s freezing! Watch what the hell you’re doing!” I yelled up at Blondie as I stood there on the deck, soaking wet, a small puddle forming under my feet.

“Are you speaking to me?” Blondie asked in a posh British accent as he placed the hose down and wandered closer.

“No, I’m talking to the seagull hovering nearby. Yes, I’m talking to you! Pay attention to where you’re aiming that thing! Look at me!”

“Best to keep out of the way when we scrub her down,” Blondie snapped back with a smirk as I vibrated with anger, shaking the water off. Fuck, even my leather loafers were soaked.

“Is Captain Bernard available? I’m your new chief steward, Andrew Slater,” I bit out.

Blondie walked closer to the railing, and his face came into view. Or most of it. With the sunglasses and hat, all I could see was a pair of wicked dimples that framed full lips and perfect white teeth. The man’s grin was confident, cocky even. Oh boy.

“Pleased to meet you, Andrew. I’m Rowan. The captain is on shore, but he’ll be back momentarily. In the meantime, why don’t you follow me, and I’ll show you where you can put your luggage.” His smooth accent was effortlessly charming and only added to his appeal. “But first, take this.” Rowan walked down a flight of stairs to the main deck, grabbed a blue towel hanging over one of the chairs, and threw it down at me.

“Oh, wow. I’m sure this tiny hand towel will dry my entire body in no time,” I replied, rolling my eyes and wiping at the water that was dripping down my face and neck.

“Where’s your uniform?” I asked as I stepped onto the wooden deck and got a good look around. Loads of loungers and chairs with crisp white and blue cushions beckoned. The bright sunlight caused a glare that even sunglasses couldn’t evade, and I squinted at Rowan, waiting patiently for his answer. Despite my cold and clammy clothes, my body began to sweat in the dense tropical air.

“I tend to dress as I please, and I prefer not to wear shirts when I’m working in this heat,” Rowan replied with that arrogant smirk again as he sauntered closer. Ravi had warned me about recent changes to staff and a few of the crew members being careless in their duties. This pompous dude probably assumed his cute accent and dimples allowed him to skirt the rules.

“There’s a high standard to maintain in this business. I assume the yacht’s bosun expects all the deck crew to be dressed in the staff uniform. I suggest you go and change,” I replied firmly, thinking it best to take a proactive manner as early as possible.

“Really? Well, I’ll take your direct request under advisement,” Blondie reached up and pulled his cap off, running a hand through his wavy hair. My eyes caught and lingered on his impressive bicep. Stop staring at the man candy. As sweet looking as it is.

I cleared my throat. “Or we can shoot the shit with the captain. Perhaps that’ll change your mind? Maybe he’ll put you on laundry duty or have you cleaning the staff quarters, given your lax attitude. And inability to aim a hose.”

Rowan’s booming laughter surprised me and echoed loudly in the still, humid air. My face heated and I bit my lip to stay calm.

“That would be entirely appropriate, Andrew. Please do tell the captain right away.”

Rowan pointed to a place beyond my shoulder. Whipping around, I came face-to-face with a trim middle-aged man dressed in a white uniform standing directly behind me, his mouth set in a grim expression.

“I’m Captain George Bernard,” the man replied in a clipped British accent as he surveyed my wet form and shook his head. “And you are the new chief steward, Andrew Slater, I presume? I see you’ve met Mr. Rowan Carter, the owner of this fine vessel.”

Fuck no…


About the Author

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Ava Olsen has always been inspired by love stories. When the pandemic hit, she decided it was time to make her daydreams about storytelling into a reality, so she turned her pen from sales proposals to romance novels.

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Release Blitz: Unnecessary Roughness by Rheland Richmond & Emerson Beckett

Unnecessary Roughness | Rheland Richmond & Emerson Beckett

The Package Deal Series #3

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Release Date: October 28th, 2022

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Jackson Kincaid

When my childhood best friend and I escaped a potentially miserable life in our small southern hometown to attend the University of Georgia, I thought I’d finally be able to live my life the way I’d planned. I’d go to school on a football scholarship and get my degree to become a veterinarian.

But when the NFL came calling, how could I say no to millions of dollars? I’d put my plans on hold for a while, along with finding the right man for me.

But life doesn’t always go as we plan.

When Allison was killed in a car accident, I suddenly became the only parent to my ten-year-old godson. How would I play football for the Portland Pirates and be a full-time single dad?

I’d have to adjust. And thanks to my friends, and the badass team doctor, we’d heal and make it through. Did I mention he’s my best friend and that I can’t stop thinking dirty thoughts about him naked?

Unfortunately, keeping our relationship a secret is not the only obstacle we’ll face.

Simon Taylor

My training as a Navy doctor prepared me to assess injuries on the fly and deal with all kinds of situations. Emotions and feelings had no place in medicine during an emergency. Determine the problem and fix it. Or find someone who could. As my new friends liked to call me, I was the badass team doctor.

I wasn’t prepared for the passionate feelings I didn’t know I had for Jackson to surface while helping him deal with losing his friend and taking custody of her son. But feelings and emotions were what I had for both of them.

But life has a way of unfolding the way it’s supposed to. I’m a believer in things happen for a reason. It doesn’t matter that our relationship might be forbidden. I want to get sweaty and naked with him.

Jackson and I deserve to be together no matter how rough things get. I just had to convince him of that.

Unnecessary Roughness is the friends-to-lovers story in the third book of the Package Deal Series.

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When I was twelve, I discovered some things that would ultimately change my life forever.

Growing up on a farm in rural eastern Alabama, I learned about life and how things worked. Even though I loved looking after our three horses, sheep, and the goats we raised on our dairy farm, it was a hard life, and I wanted out. I wanted more from life than being a dairy farmer in nowhere Alabama.

The only problem was my parents had a completely different plan for my life. And it was their way or the highway, as the expression goes. They wanted me to stay in my very strict, sheltered world, get married to a nice girl, and raise a family on the farm.

All that made me want to do was run as far and fast as I could.

I wanted to see the world and be free to make my own choices for my life. I figured out the only way to make that happen was to go to college and become someone that wasn’t the son of Joseph and Helen Kincaid, the dairy farmers from Eastover, Alabama.

There was no way they’d agree to pay for it, so I had to find a way. I also knew that once I left, there was no going back. It should have terrified me. Everything I knew was there. But there was no fear because I wasn’t going alone. My best friend was leaving with me. Just like me, she wanted more from her life too. And she knew there was no finding it in Eastover.

Meeting my best friend, Allison Marie Finley was the best thing to ever happen to me.

We were two peas in a pod. We’d known each other through elementary school but didn’t become best friends until the sixth grade when we were paired up in class to do a research project. She was the person I could tell anything to and knew it wouldn’t get out. Allison was the only person I’d ever told I might like boys a little more than girls. And she knew I’d never be able to find out who I was if I stayed home.

So when we started high school, we devised a plan to get out. I found football to pay my way through college, and she went the academic route to get scholarships to pay for hers. The second we graduated, we left home without the blessing of either of our parents to attend the University of Georgia and never looked back.

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About the Authors

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For as long as she can remember Rheland’s had her nose stuck in a book, getting lost in the world of someone else’s creation (She still does). Her love for writing came from her love for reading. She could never have one without the other.

Writing has always been a hobby and a cathartic experience for her. There are many stories lost to the never to be completed or published pile but needed to be written at the time.

She’s just a girl that loved stories so much she wrote hers.

Rheland would love to hear from her readers and learn more about Y’all. So if you get a chance… please get in touch.

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Who is Emerson Beckett? That’s a good question.

I’m a retired educator who loves all things romance and an avid reader and consumer of well-written M/M romance books.

My journey to becoming an author started with an idea I had one night while I sat reading on my sofa. That idea became an email that ultimately resulted in me editing for three wonderfully talented M/M romance authors. The third referral led to an opportunity to co-write with one of the most genuine and kindest people I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. (She’s my co-author for Quarterback Keeper.)

I’m a wife and a mother of three beautiful adults, one of which is trans and responsible for my love of this genre. All three have since left us with an empty nest that is now full of pets.

Emerson would love to hear from her readers. So if you get a chance… Get in touch.

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