#LGBTQRomance

[catsteinbooks]

I have an audiobook!!!!

I am SO excited to share this with all of you! I love, love, LOVE the way this audiobook turned out. My fabulous narrator, David Lane Pusey, absolutely captured Wyatt and Nova's sunshine/grumpy dynamic, the queer found family, and the bananas adventure romance!

From me and all the Lords of Dystopia, Happy Pride and Happy Listening!

Earth Earls Are Easy is available in audio at all the major audiobook retailers, including Audible, Apple, Chirp, Libro.fm, Kobo, and Audiobooks.com!

[jbankai89]

Dream Daddy Preview #7

Finn stood in front of his bedroom mirror, and smirked to himself. Ryan and Mara were due to arrive any second, and he looked fabulous.

The outfit was a carefully curated sort of thing—he didn't want to look obvious. No, he was quickly figuring out that Vance was the sort of man you had to reel in real slow. After all, if Vance worked out exactly what Finn was up to, he'd probably freak right out and babble on and on about that stupid contract.

Finn had read the contract carefully, of course. Sure, it said that Vance wasn't allowed to come on to Finn, but it definitely didn't say anything about Finn coming on to Vance.

So, the outfit.

He'd kept the jean shorts on. It hadn't been hard to miss the way Vance's entire brain had turned off when Finn spun on his heel and showed off at least half his ass. With it, he just added a V-neck T-shirt, the collar showing off a small portion of his chest, which had been previously waxed when Finn had borrowed Vance's credit card for a spa day—with his enthusiastic permission, of course.

The waxing hadn't been fun, but it wasn't nearly as painful as Ryan made it sound. Once Mara had somehow managed to convince Ryan to wax his legs after entirely too much beer and weed, and Ryan had shrieked like he was being murdered after one strip.

In contrast, Finn didn't find it to be that bad, not even when the girl went to wax his ass.

It had all been worth it if Vance's response had been anything to go by.

Finn smirked proudly as he admired himself in the mirror, then pulled up his hair into its usual man bun just as his phone buzzed with a text from Ryan, telling him that they were almost there.

Grinning, Finn grabbed his phone and all but skipped down to the main level of the house, arriving at the bottom stair just as one of the maids was letting the pair in.

Ryan and Mara had been to Vance's house a few times already, but they both still adopted a certain gobsmacked look on their faces every time they came by. Mara was always more reserved about it, but Ryan didn't bother to try hiding his amazement, and always looked like he was struggling to unstick his jaw from the floor.

“Seriously, bro, every time?” Finn called out while he signed, the volume of his voice making his words echo through the expansive halls. Ryan grinned shamelessly, and as Finn waved his hand in invitation, the pair followed him upstairs.

Catching up with Ryan and Mara had an unfortunate effect of giving Finn tunnel vision, and he forgot everything else but his two buds (because Mara dating Ryan automatically made her his bud).

On top of that, Vance's house happened to be stupid huge, so was it really his fault if he didn't hear the doorbell?

Chapter drop every Sunday on my Patreon!

[everyforkedroad]

A Fashionable Deception: A Contemporary M/M Steamy Romance Novella

*COVER REVEAL* 5/28/2024

If you like my fics, you might enjoy my fun, KinnPorsche inspired original, A Fashionable Deception:

💜Grump Daddy meets Sunshine Chaos Demon 💜Family issues become romance issues 💜Fake dating, but make it Latine 💜Paris Fashion Week or bust 💜“Milo-High Club”

Visit my Ko-Fi to see the new cover on Tuesday, 5/28/2024, as well as how to preorder my newest novella!

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

*✦ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 & 𝐞𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄!! ✦* We’re elated to share that 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 by Marie Sinclair is NOW LIVE! 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 is a steamy, best friends to lovers M/M romance. This is the second standalone in her captivating Blue Skies Series and is not to be missed! What to also anticipate from 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐿𝑌 𝑆𝐾𝐼𝐸𝑆… ✈️ One bed ✈️ Hurt/comfort ✈️ Pining ✈️ Trauma recovery 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍 & 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃! Amazon Universal ~https://geni.us/FriendlySkiesPL In celebration of Marie’s release, enter her rafflecopter for the opportunity to receive a $25 Amazon Gift Card here: https://geni.us/nzTjS About 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐿𝑌 𝑆𝐾𝐼𝐸𝑆: Luis and Darius have been each other’s almas gemelas—soul twin—since childhood. They’re ride-or-die besties who have shared every coming-of-age experience, platonic kisses, cuddles, careers as flight attendants, even the occasional hook-up with a third. But they’ve never admitted to each other just how deep their feelings for each other run. By the time Darius, who’s always known he’s gay, realized Luis was too, it was too late; his place in Luis’s friend zone was set in stone. Rather than pushing for what he really wants, he’s settled for being the safe place for Luis whenever his unexplained anxieties stalk him at night. Luis has spent the years since he was drugged by a family friend at his sister’s quinceañera party hiding secrets. He doesn’t regret the kisses he shared with Darius in the shadows of his bedroom that night. It’s what happened later—at someone else’s hands—that he’s never told anyone. Not even his soul twin. He’s stayed silent rather than risk losing the one man he can’t survive without. Luis’s trauma is pushed into the light when an incident on one of Darius’ flights makes him finally admit how he really feels. But when false accusations surrounding the incident surface, Luis’s anxiety and memories could derail his and Darius’ new-found relationship. Working their way past this rocky stretch on the road to forever will take every ounce of love they have for each other—and then some. ***Trigger warnings: SA, PTSD, trauma – this book contains an on-page description of assault as well as depictions of trauma response, confrontation with an abuser, and a false accusation of SA against one of the MCs.

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[joyffree]

In this city of power and desire, where the line between love and obsession blurs, nothing is off-limits.

Who are we? Nobody really knows. We’re seven powerful heirs to empires, ruling Manhattan from our thrones on Park Avenue. By day, we’re the elite, untouchable, and more connected than you could ever imagine. By night, we revel in the darkness of our secrets, pulling strings that make the city bow to our whims.

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[fullpenguincupcake]

The Enemy Within: A Supernatural fanfic +18

The fluorescent light buzzed above Ethan Kane’s head, casting a sickly yellow glow over the motel room’s faded floral wallpaper. He stood by the window, tugging absently at the collar of his worn leather jacket. Outside, the Nebraska town was dead quiet, save for the occasional rumble of a distant truck on the highway. The room smelled like stale cigarette smoke and despair, fitting for a place where people came to disappear.

Ethan’s fingers traced the edge of the photograph on the cracked wooden desk. A family of three, smiling under a streetlight. The wife’s face had been ripped off, her husband gutted, and their child—a little girl no older than six—disappeared without a trace. The crime scene photos were worse, but he didn’t need to see them again. The blood patterns, the ritual marks carved into the walls, they all told him the same story. Something inhuman had been here. Something ancient and powerful.

He folded the photo and tucked it into his pocket, his jaw tightening as he turned away from the window. His boots crunched against broken glass on the floor—leftover evidence from the last guests who hadn’t made it out alive. Ethan wasn’t afraid of dying, not anymore. But he hated this part of the job: the waiting, the tension that coiled in his chest like barbed wire.

The door creaked open behind him, and he spun instinctively, hand reaching for the gun holstered at his side. His trigger finger twitched when he saw the figure standing there, silhouetted by the dim hallway light. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an aura that made the air feel heavy, like the sky before a storm.

“Don’t shoot,” the man said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet scraping over steel. “I’m not here to kill you.”

Ethan didn’t lower his weapon. “You don’t look like housekeeping.”

The man stepped into the room, and Ethan’s breath hitched. Piercing blue eyes locked onto his, unnervingly calm. There was something about them, something otherworldly that made Ethan’s skin prickle. The guy looked human enough—dark hair, sharp jawline, a black trench coat that probably cost more than Ethan’s entire wardrobe—but there was no mistaking the faint shimmer around him, like heat waves rising off pavement.

“Name’s Cass,” the stranger said, tilting his head slightly. “Cassiel.”

Ethan’s grip on the gun tightened. “An angel? In Nebraska? What the hell are you doing here?”

Cass raised a brow, unimpressed. “Same thing you are, apparently. Hunting.”

“Not yours to hunt,” Ethan shot back, anger flaring hot in his chest. “Humans bleed just fine on their own without celestial meddling.”

Cass’s lips quirked into a faint smile, though his eyes stayed cold. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing about hunters.”

Ethan bristled, taking a step forward. “You got a lot of nerve walking into my investigation like you belong here.”

“Your investigation?” Cass echoed, crossing his arms. “You think you’re the only one who cares about what’s happening in this town? This isn’t some half-assed demon summoning. Someone’s killing humans to reclaim power. And if you’d bothered to look past your own ego, you’d realize you’re way out of your league.”

Ethan’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t back down. “And you think you can do better? Angels haven’t exactly been angels lately.”

Cass’s expression darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, the room seemed to grow colder, the air crackling with tension. Then, just as suddenly, the tension broke. Cass sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. You want to play this game? Let’s play. But don’t come crying to me when your stubbornness gets you killed.”

Before Ethan could respond, a deafening roar shook the building. The walls trembled, and the lights flickered violently before going out altogether. Ethan barely had time to register the sound before the window beside him shattered, glass flying everywhere. He ducked, shielding his face with his arm, and cursed loudly.

When he looked up, Cass was gone.

Shit.

Ethan scrambled to his feet, pulling his gun from its holster. The motel room felt smaller now, claustrophobic, with the darkness pressing in from all sides. He reached for his flashlight, but before he could switch it on, a shadow moved in the corner of his vision.

“Looking for me?” Cass’s voice cut through the silence, closer than expected.

Ethan whirled around, flashlight beam landing squarely on Cass’s chest. The angel didn’t flinch, his blue eyes glinting in the harsh light. Ethan opened his mouth to tell him to watch his goddamn back, but the words never left his throat.

A guttural growl ripped through the air, and the ground shook beneath them. Ethan stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the desk. When he looked up, his heart sank.

The rogue angel loomed in the doorway, its massive frame blocking out what little moonlight filtered through the windows. Its skin was pale and cracked, glowing faintly with a sickly green hue. Blood dripped from its fingertips, splattering against the floor with a wet thud. Sharp teeth gleamed in a wide, predatory grin.

“Found you,” it snarled, its voice dripping with malice.

Ethan raised his gun, firing without thinking. The bullet hit the creature square in the chest, but instead of hitting flesh, it ricocheted off, embedding itself in the wall behind it. The rogue angel laughed, a sound so unnatural it sent shivers down Ethan’s spine.

“Is that all you’ve got?” it taunted, stepping closer.

Ethan’s mind raced, trying to think of a plan. He glanced at Cass, who stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the creature. The faint shimmer around him had grown brighter, his presence filling the room like a living flame.

“Cass!” Ethan barked, desperate for any kind of help. “Do something!”

Cass didn’t move. Instead, he tilted his head, studying the rogue angel with an eerie calm. “You’re bleeding grace,” he said softly, almost conversationally. “It’s killing you.”

The rogue angel’s grin faltered, its glowing eyes narrowing. “Shut up.”

“No,” Cass replied evenly. “You’re burning out. Even if you kill us both, you won’t survive much longer.”

Ethan didn’t understand what was happening, but he could see the effect Cass’s words were having on the creature. The rogue angel took another step forward, its movements jerky and erratic.

“Stay out of this,” it growled, its voice cracking.

“Make me,” Cass said, his tone as smooth as ever.

For a moment, it seemed like nothing would happen. Then, with a deafening roar, the rogue angel lunged.

Ethan reacted on instinct, diving out of the way as the creature barreled past him. He hit the ground hard, pain shooting up his side, but he ignored it, scrambling to his feet. He grabbed his knife from its sheath, ready to fight, but Cass was already moving.

The fallen angel stepped forward, his trench coat billowing around him as if caught in an invisible wind. His hands glowed faintly, runes appearing on his skin like tattoos coming to life. The rogue angel hesitated, its glowing eyes flickering between Cass and Ethan.

“Choose,” Cass said, his voice commanding. “Fight me, or run.”

The rogue angel snarled, its body trembling with rage. It chose poorly.

Ethan’s breath hitched as the rogue angel lunged at Cass, its massive frame cutting through the dim motel room like a shadow come to life. The air crackled with tension, the faint hum of celestial energy filling the space between them. Ethan tightened his grip on his knife, his eyes darting between the two beings locked in a deadly dance.

“Cass!” he shouted, but the fallen angel didn’t turn. His focus was razor-sharp, his movements fluid despite the creature’s erratic attacks. Runes glowed brighter on his skin, their light casting eerie patterns across the cracked walls.

The rogue angel snarled, its jaws snapping inches from Cass’s face. Ethan’s heart pounded, a mix of fear and something else he couldn’t name—something hot and primal that curled low in his gut. He hated this feeling, hated how helpless it made him feel, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.

Cass sidestepped the creature’s strike, his trench coat swirling around him like a storm. His hand shot out, fingers brushing against the rogue angel’s arm, and with a sharp crack, the creature stumbled back, howling in pain. Its glowing eyes flicked toward Ethan for a brief moment, and for an instant, he felt naked under that gaze, as if the monster could see every secret he’d ever tried to bury.

“Stay back, Ethan!” Cass commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. “This isn’t your fight!”

Not my fight? Ethan clenched his jaw, resentment simmering in his chest. Like hell it isn’t. He wasn’t some bystander, some fragile human waiting to be saved. He was a hunter, damn it, and if Cass thought he’d just stand there and watch while the bastard almost took his head off…

Before he could think better of it, Ethan surged forward, his boots slamming into the fray. The rogue angel swung wildly, its claws raking the air where Ethan had been a second earlier. He ducked, his body moving on pure instinct, and brought his knife up in a smooth arc. The blade connected with the creature’s side, sinking deep into flesh that sizzled and smoked upon contact.

The rogue angel screamed, a sound that scraped at Ethan’s nerves like rusty nails. He yanked his knife free, ready to strike again, but Cass was already there, his presence commanding and unyielding. The fallen angel’s glowing runes flared brighter, their light almost blinding, and with a single motion, he shoved the rogue angel back, sending it crashing into the far wall.

“I told you to stay back,” Cass said, his tone sharp but not unkind. His blue eyes met Ethan’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them. The intensity in those eyes was overwhelming, a mixture of anger and something softer that Ethan couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah, well,” Ethan retorted, his voice rough, “looks like I’m making this my fight now.”

Cass’s lips twitched, almost like a smile, but the expression was gone as quickly as it appeared. The rogue angel was stirring, its massive form shifting as it pushed itself off the floor. Its glowing eyes fixed on them, fury burning bright within its hollow sockets.

“Stay close,” Cass murmured, his voice low enough that only Ethan could hear. “And whatever you do, don’t look away.”

Ethan nodded, though the command made his stomach twist. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially by someone who—what? Wasn’t even human? But as he moved to flank the creature, his pulse quickening with each step, he found himself oddly comforted by Cass’s presence. The fallen angel was calm, steady, a counterpoint to Ethan’s own frantic energy. It was strange, how easily they fell into sync, despite their differences.

The rogue angel charged, its roar deafening. Ethan dove to the side, rolling to avoid its massive claws, while Cass stepped forward, his hands glowing with celestial energy. The runes on his skin pulsed, their light growing brighter with each passing second. The creature tried to dodge, but Cass’s movements were precise, calculated, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent the rogue angel stumbling backward once more.

“Now!” Cass barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Ethan didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, his knife aimed at the creature’s exposed flank. The blade sank deep, and this time, the rogue angel’s scream was tinged with desperation. It lashed out, its claws grazing Ethan’s shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and held on, driving the knife deeper until the creature finally collapsed, its glowing eyes dimming to ash.

For a moment, there was silence. The motel room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound Ethan’s ragged breathing and the distant hum of Cass’s fading runes. He straightened, wincing as pain lanced through his injured shoulder, and glanced over at the fallen angel.

Cass was watching him, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, his movements measured and deliberate. Ethan tensed instinctively, his bodyprotest ing to the proximity, but he didn’t move away. Couldn’t move away. There was something about the way Cass looked at him, something that made it hard to breathe, hard to think.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Cass said finally, his voice soft but laced with warning.

“Yeah?” Ethan challenged, his voice rough. “Why’s that?”

Cass didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Ethan’s injured shoulder. The touch was fleeting, almost accidental, yet it sent a jolt of awareness through Ethan’s entire body. Heat pooled low in his belly, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

“Because,” Cass murmured, his voice dropping dangerously low, “you could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

Ethan swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “I guess we’ll never know, will we?”

Cass’s eyes darkened, the blue seeming to burn brighter in the dim light. Without warning, he closed the distance between them, his body pressing lightly against Ethan’s. The fallen angel’s scent invaded his senses—something clean and otherworldly, mixed with the faintest hint of smoke. It should have been strange, wrong even, but instead, it felt like coming home.

Ethan’s breath hitched as Cass leaned in, his lips brushing against Ethan’s ear. “You’re reckless,” he whispered, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Ethan’s spine. “But I suppose that’s part of what makes you… fascinating.”

Ethan’s pulse raced, his brain struggling to keep up with the rapidly escalating situation. “Fascinating?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s one way to put it.”

Cass pulled back slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto Ethan’s. There was something in those eyes—something raw and unfiltered—that made Ethan’s heart pound harder. The tension between them was palpable, a living thing that crackled in the air like electricity.

“Tell me, Ethan,” Cass said, his voice dripping with temptation, “what would you call it?”

[fiendishghoul22]

Sombras de Éteria

En las brumosas calles de Éteria, dos almas se entrelazan en un destino prohibido. Lyris, una rebelde marcada por las cicatrices de la revolución, y Auren, hija de una familia que domina los secretos de la alquimia, desafían las reglas de un mundo que no entiende su amor. En un rincón oculto bajo faroles vacilantes, sus corazones laten al unísono, mientras los ecos de una conspiración amenazan con separarlas.

"¿Podrá su amor iluminar la oscuridad, o se perderán en el caos de Éteria?"

[shino-tenshi]

Was bleibt von einer Familie, wenn ein Teil plötzlich verschwindet? Taiyo kehrt an den Ort zurück, der ihm einst alles bedeutete, und muss erkennen, wie tief die Wunden wirklich sind. 💔 Lass dich in die emotionale Reise hineinziehen und entdecke die Geheimnisse hinter Tsukis Abschied. 🌌

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[susanscottshelley]

FALLING FASTER is here!

You first saw this whirlwind vacation romance in the third volume of the Love is All charity anthology. Now, Craig and Ty are back, and their story has been expanded to double the size. I'm so excited to have these guys out in the world again! 

rock musician hero

comic book artist hero

comic book collectors convention

cosplaying as superheroes

whirlwind vacation romance 

found family

low angst

Available on Amazon | Kindle Unlimited.

For Ty Allen, a trip to Los Angeles for a comic book collectors convention with his friends is the perfect place for the Buffalo based artist to hunt down rare issues for his collection, and take a much needed break. Looking for love isn't on the agenda, but when a man dressed as a popular comic book character saves Ty from his walking disaster self, the trip takes an intriguing turn.

Rock musician Craig Simms spends his spare time in a mask and a cape, bringing happiness to sick children in LA through his foundation. Still, he feels like something is missing. Meeting Ty knocks his world upside down. Drawn to Ty’s friendly, sweet nature, he doesn't want their interaction to end.

A whirlwind weekend of chemistry and connection has them free-falling into something bigger than they'd anticipated. Ty is like a perfect melody for Craig’s weary heart, and for Ty, Craig shifts every experience from muted tones to vibrant hues. But when the weekend is over and life takes new twists and turns, does what happens at the comic convention stay at the comic convention, or can they find a way to fit into each other's universes?

Falling Faster is a low angst, whirlwind romance with a rock star at a crossroads, an artist on the brink of a new venture, an instant connection, found family, hockey hero cameos, and two men whose hearts sing a love song to each other.

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(via Poetic Dystopian Fiction: 'Autumn Blooms Red' by L Cuzidora)

[catsteinbooks]

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[jbankai89]

Dream Daddy Preview #9

Finn had a plan, and he thought it was going pretty well so far.

The plan, as it was, was simple:

Upon learning that Vince had fully planned to stick to the contract with all the enthusiasm of Ryan when free ice cream was involved, Finn needed to come up with a way to make the painfully attractive man's brain short-circuit just enough to make him question his annoying moral code.

Phase One: The Shorts.

That had gone pretty well, Finn thought. He'd taken a pair of his old jeans (he had no plans to desecrate the designer jeans that Vince had gotten him) and cut them into shorts, so short that his ass hung halfway out, and he needed to wear his one and only G-string to keep other parts from falling out as well.

And the shorts, as expected, had rendered Vince speechless.

Phase Two, which Finn implemented about a week later, involved him meandering out of his bedroom in just a pair of pyjama bottoms, his hair deliberately tousled from sleep, and he wandered around until he conveniently bumped into Vince, at which point he mumbled something like an apology for being half-asleep, and pretended that he forgot that there was an ensuite bathroom in his room.

Vince, blushing from his forehead to his ankles, gently guided Finn back to his room, hardly touching him as he went.

Unfortunately, before Phase Three could be set in motion, there was all the renovations going on at his new condo to consider.

Because Vince was so extra, he'd of course hired an interior designer. He sat down with Finn to go over colour swatches and design themes, along with everything else that came with designing a space. They had a few limitations on what they could and couldn't change per the condo rules or whatever the hell it was called (in all honesty, Finn hadn't really been listening), and while Finn was cool with it just being something simple, the designer seemed to be struggling to actually keep it simple.

It definitely helped that Vince fired the first three designers until they found one that actually meshed with Finn's personality, and it was a guy named Pierre who finally seemed to understand Finn's need for a certain level of chill.

That didn't really explain how he'd wound up picking one of those huge L-shaped leather couches and a Lay-Z-Boy that Finn never wanted to climb out of, along with a TV that was almost comically huge, which hung on the wall like a picture.

Finn really shouldn't have been complaining, but it was sometimes hard to believe that this was his life now.

As a result, all the design stuff had really cut into his scheming for Phase Three, and he hadn't as of yet figured out a way to accidentally drop trow in front of Vince without it looking pretty damn obvious what he was up to.

Towards the end of June, another wrench was thrown into his plans—Vince had told him that Finn's first Gala was just beyond the horizon.

[kimboo-york]

One of my most popular M/M romances is back! Featuring an odd couple romance, supportive families, not-exactly-a-billionaire romance, political intrigues, and planes! (The Flyboy likes that part…)

Mixed Signals by Cooper West aka KimBoo York!

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

*✦  𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 & 𝐞𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄! ✦* We’re thrilled to share that 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 by Fearne Hill is NOW LIVE! 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 is a steamy, opposites attract, contemporary queer romance standalone, and is the third book in her captivating Island Love Series. What to also expect...

~ Virgin MC

~ Strict top/bottom roles

~ Positive neurodivergent rep

~ Mental health rep

~ Slow burn

~ Hard-fought HEA 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍 & 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃! Amazon Universal ~ https://geni.us/VinePL 

To celebrate the release of 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄, enter Fearne’s rafflecopter for your chance to score a $10 Amazon Gift Card here: https://geni.us/45bGIEB About 𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐸: 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧-𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞. Miserably divorced and facing a career crossroads, when he’s offered a chance to spend nine months filming a reality TV show on a French holiday island, he grabs it with both hands.

There are only two problems. His co-star is his ex-husband, and the producer is Caspian’s replacement in his ex-husband’s bed.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐋𝐚 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐚 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐎𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫. He has a penchant for blue rubber, for instance, and only drinks from a blue mug. He loves driftwood and seashells and hates being touched without his permission. Living alone in his little hexagonal house suits him perfectly, until his dog discovers a young Englishman unconscious on his driveway. Inexplicably drawn to the lonely, complicated stranger, Max garners courage to set out on his first ever romantic exploration. *** Please note the following trigger warnings: Anxiety disorder and deliberate self-harm (on page).

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Woot! A recipe and a new book coming. You know, the dinosaurs didn't do the time change! Let's go back to that, lol