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July 9, 2025
The Way You Lie New Release #GayBookPromotions
NEW RELEASE
Book Title: The Way You Lie (Isle of Kala, book one)
Author: Crea Reitan
Publisher: Dragon Fire Fantasy, LLC
Cover Artist: Rebeca Covers
Release Date: July 10, 2025
Tense/POV: first person, present tense, alternating POV
Genres: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Forbidden love, Age gap, Dad’s best friend, secret relationship
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: approximately 92 000 words
It is a standalone story.
It ends on a cliffhanger — not for this couple,
but for the couple featured in the next book.
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Sometimes a happy ending comes with heartbreak.
Blurb
Sometimes a happy ending comes with heartbreak.
Falling in love with my father’s best friend wasn’t on my to-do list. Yes, he’s hot. Sure, I’ve been flirting with him since I was sixteen. Of course I’d be down for a little fun.
When Laiken begins returning my flirting, things get heated. It was supposed to be sexy summer fun and nothing more. We weren’t planning on making this a forever thing.
But falling in love isn’t a choice.
As it turns out, not everyone agrees and sometimes disapproval is loud, painful, and heartbreaking.
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This is a LGBTQIA+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.
Excerpt
I’m no stranger to Elijah Cain. I’ve seen him nearly every single day of his life since the moment he was conceived. His father, Nason, and I have been friends for over thirty years.
He began flirting with me four years ago when he was in high school, and at the time, I found it nothing but amusing. He was a kid. He’s my best friend’s son. In a way, he felt like my nephew.
But when he came home from college a few months ago, he’d suddenly stopped looking like a child to me. He was now an adult. Everything about him had grown up. And I’ve found that I really like every damn thing I see.
He’s adorable. He looks so much like his father but with his mother’s Latina complexion. The combination of Miranda and Nason is simply breathtaking. I’ve always thought so. I’ve always thought that Elijah was an adorable child.
Adorable has grown up into a man that never leaves my mind. His flirting hasn’t stopped. If anything, it’s increased. I’m not sure if he’s just a flirt or if it’s intentionally directed at me.
Not that it matters. I can’t go there. That’s Nason’s kid! My best friend’s only child and the man whom I can’t stop thinking about day or night.
About the Author
Crea lives in upstate New York with her dog and husband. She has been writing since grade school and has a habit of creating secondary, and often tertiary characters that take over her stories. When she can’t fall asleep at night, she thinks up new scenes for her characters to act out.
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Locke & Co. New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: Locke & Co.
Author: E.J. Tett
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 07/08/2025
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 78500
Genre: Paranormal, Lit/genre, paranormal, urban fantasy, lesbian, immortal, tree spirit, leprechaun, werewolf, angel, incubus, addiction, magic user
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DescriptionImmortal Allery Locke has been tasked with finding the key that opens doors to other dimensions. Find it and hand it over to the wardens for destruction. There’s only one problem—the key is a woman. Whenever the key—Deni—opens a door, it allows monsters, demons, and all manner of unsavoury supernaturals to cross over and wreak havoc. Allery must keep Deni from falling into the wrong hands, because if rogue wardens get hold of her, it will cause an interdimensional war. Can Allery make the impossible decision? Kill her lover, or risk the end of the world.Excerpt
Locke & Co.
E.J. Tett © 2025
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There is no jolt. Or shock. Or sudden, great intake of breath. Your eyes don’t snap open. This is no rebirth. It’s like waking up but not remembering the moment you were no longer asleep. You will hurt, depending on how you went, and you will scar, but you will live again. And that’s all that matters.
The whistle woke Allery from death, but it was the feeling of being smothered that made her heart hammer. She couldn’t move—the new-shower-curtain smell of the body bag seemed like the only thing between her and six foot of earth pressing down around her. No, it wouldn’t be six foot; they must’ve almost dug her out for her to have heard their signal. God, they couldn’t get to her quick enough.
Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
The material moved against her mouth when she breathed, so she clamped her lips together and exhaled hard through her nose instead. She didn’t dare open her eyes. She reminded herself she wouldn’t be trapped underground for eternity. They were coming. There was nothing for her to panic about.
She swallowed, grimacing at the dryness of her throat. Hanging was not a pleasant way to go but it had been a necessity. The prison guards had told her the only way she’d leave would be in a body bag and she’d smiled.
She longed to be able to bend her knees and lift her arms above her head but if she moved even an inch the earth moved with her, filling the wiggle room.
It wasn’t quite silent underground; if she strained her ears, she could hear a faint scratching of metal against rocks and a thumping of soil.
They were digging her up. They’d know not to keep jabbing into the ground like that, wouldn’t they? She didn’t know how much having a spade in the guts would hurt and she didn’t like to hazard a guess. The noises grew louder, and she could hear voices above.
“…hurry up!” Esme, impatient as usual.
“Well, if you put your back into it…” She couldn’t work out if that was Driscoll or Nick. Driscoll, probably. Nick would be on lookout, listening to the trees, checking for the guards.
The pressure eased on her chest as the soil lifted and she thrashed about to free herself. She opened her eyes though she could see nothing.
“Got her.” Esme’s voice again. “Quick, help her.”
Somebody unzipped the body bag and she got herself out of it as fast as she could. Esme grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the grave. The early evening gloom welcomed her back to the land of the living, and she quickly relaxed—the adrenaline dropping away left her shivering and aware of the fact she needed a wee.
She stood on the ground beside the open grave and brushed dirt from her grey prison uniform. Esme leaned on her shovel, a big grin on her pretty face. Driscoll thrust out his hand.
“Good to have you back, Al,” he said.
“I’m glad to be out of that place,” she replied, taking his hand.
“Did you get the information?”
She smiled. “Of course.” Driscoll didn’t ask for it. It wasn’t safe for anyone else to know; the wardens were also looking for the key, and if she had managed to find out about it, they would, too. Eventually.
The forest was full of unmarked graves; rectangles of fresh dirt nearby the only clues that anybody had been buried there at all. Who cared about a bunch of dead criminals? Allery frowned but Driscoll shoved his spade into the pile of earth and began filling the hole she’d climbed out of, stirring her into action. She took the shovel from Esme and helped him.
“Least they didn’t cut you open to find out how you died,” Driscoll commented.
Allery could still feel the rope burn around her neck. She smiled a little but didn’t reply. After they’d patted the ground flat, she hefted the spade over her shoulder, aware they might have to bolt at any moment.
“So, are we going after it now?” Esme asked.
Allery arched her back and stretched her neck, making the bones click. “I’ve just come back to life after spending far too long locked up,” she said. “It can wait one more day.”
“I’m sure it can,” Driscoll agreed, scratching his moustache with a chewed fingernail. “For now, how about we head home and have a little celebratory drink. The sooner we’re away from here, the better. Nick! Get your arse over here.”
It was always hard to pull Nick away from the trees once he was connected. He stood, palms to the trunk of a sycamore, his forehead pressed lightly against the bark, and Esme went to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and put her lips to his ear. Allery dropped her gaze with a smile, imagining exactly what Esme would’ve said to get his attention.
“Jealous?” Driscoll teased, giving her a nudge with his elbow.
“Let’s go and get that drink,” she replied, hooking her arm through his. “And get the hell away from this place.” She took one last look at the grey walls of the prison peeking through the trees before turning away.
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Meet the AuthorE.J. Tett has been writing stories since primary school, some of which still survive in notebooks in her dad’s attic, and wanted to be an author as soon as she realised it was a possible career choice and “pony” and “ninja” weren’t viable options.
Her first short story, Club Freak, about an anonymous woman’s determination to find her husband’s killer, was published by Park Publications’ Debut magazine in May 2009. Since then, she has gone on to write many short stories and poems for various small presses and has achieved an honourable mention in the 2011 Writers of the Future competition. In 2014, writing as Emma Jane, she signed her first publishing contracts for not one, but two novels: Otherworld, formerly published by Torquere Press, and Shuttered, by Dreamspinner Press. She also has two novels published by NineStar Press, one a space opera and the other a contemporary romance. Learn more on her Website.
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Journey Beyond the Yellow Brick Road Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Finding Your Emotional Home as a Caregiver
Self-help, Caregiving
Date Published: July 10, 2025
Taking her readers on a journey of self-discovery, of resilience, and of deeper reflection on their caregiving roles and experiences, Dr. Eboni Green gently nudges us to embrace self-love and acceptance, while also highlighting the importance of finding joy in the midst of adversity. This is more than a mere guide, it's an empathetic companion for those seeking to balance caregiving responsibilities with personal well-being.
With Dorothy and Toto in tow, Journey Beyond the Yellow Brick Road stands as a beacon of hope and empowerment, encouraging readers to find their own path to emotional fulfillment and inner peace, much like the journey to the Emerald City.
About the Author
Her journey began as a nursing assistant, where she worked closely with top professionals and immersed herself in the intricacies of care systems. It was through these experiences that Dr. Green witnessed firsthand the pivotal role of caregiving and the profound challenges faced by caregivers and families alike. Recognizing a glaring gap in resources and education for both parties, she found her true calling: to champion the needs of not only those in need of care but also those who care for them.
Driven by a desire to make a difference, Dr. Green has authored several transformative books. Her notable works, "Caregiving: Things You Need to Know," "Reflections from the Soul," and "The 7 Pillars of Successful Caregiving," serve as valuable tools, guiding caregivers through their journey with wisdom and empathy.
Beyond her writing, Dr. Green co-founded Caregiver Support Services with her husband to offer training to caregivers and support their mental health. Her impact extends to academia, where she shares her knowledge and passion as a college professor, further influencing the next generation of healthcare professionals. In her free time, she enjoys spending time with her family and gardening.
Through her comprehensive efforts, Dr. Eboni Green remains a beacon of hope and a pillar of support for caregivers worldwide, advocating tirelessly for their recognition and well-being.
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Airplanes, Atlanta, and an Assassin Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Katie & Maverick Cozy Mysteries, Book #10
Date Published: 07-10-2025
Publisher: Secret Staircase Books
High school teacher Katie Wilk is thrilled when her students qualify for Mock Trial America, a prestigious courtroom competition in Atlanta. Alongside her best friend and fellow teacher Jane Mackey, a team of eager teens, and a crew of devoted chaperones, Katie boards a flight from Minnesota—ready for a week of intellectual showdowns and Southern hospitality. But things go sideways before the plane is even off the ground.
With canceled flights, endless delays, and one particularly obnoxious passenger stirring up trouble, the trip turns into a logistical, almost deadly, nightmare. When that same rude traveler turns up later in Atlanta, the chaos takes a deadly turn—and suspicion lands squarely on the Mackey family.
As Katie digs deeper, she uncovers a web of secrets: stolen documents, corporate espionage, dangerous toxins, and enough motive to make her question everything. Can she untangle the truth before the killer strikes again?
Luckily, she’s got help—from Maverick, her sharp-nosed, loyal Labrador retriever and trained search-and-rescue dog, who’s always ready to sniff out danger.
Smart, suspenseful, and full of heart, this latest installment in Mary Seifert’s charming cozy mystery series delivers Southern intrigue, tricky puzzles, and the kind of dogged determination only a Lab (and a resolute teacher) can provide.
About the Author
Mary Seifert is the author of the Katie and Maverick Cozy Mysteries 2024 International IMPACT Award winner for books in a series, a collection of fun and thrilling tales that will keep you on the edge of your seat! Her books, including the 2023 American Fiction Award finalist Maverick, Movies & Murder and the 2024 Chanticleer Murder and Mayhem finalist Santa, Snowflakes & Strychnine, are must-reads for cozy mystery fans who enjoy a good puzzle wrapped in a heartwarming story.
Set in the charming landscapes of West Central Minnesota, where the lakes begin and the criminals are caught, Mary’s stories transport readers to a world of intrigue, humor, and small-town charm. Each book is a delightful mix of suspense and warmth, featuring memorable characters, ingenious puzzles, and clever twists that keep you guessing until the very end.
Busy crafting her next mystery, Mary indulges in her love of research, currently studying the flora and fauna of the Nantahala National Forest and the magnetic call of Atlanta for the upcoming installment of her series. She believes that every great mystery starts with a curious mind and a love for uncovering the truth, but scrupulously scrubs her browsers history of any hint of crime.
Join Mary on her literary journey, where a good story is always paired with a cozy blanket, a glass of wine, and a touch of mischief!
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July 8, 2025
Golden Bond New Release #GayBookPromotions
NEW RELEASE
Book Title: Golden Bond
Author, Publisher, Cover Artist: Tavian Cross
Release Date: July 9, 2025
Tense/POV: first person, past tense, alternating POV
Genres: MM Fantasy Romance
Tropes: Bonded lovers, strangers to lovers, forced proximity
Themes: fate, choice vs duty
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 56 000 words/200 pages
It is the first in the series. The romance between MCs is complete here. It works as a standalone.
It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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I came to the sacred island to pay my family's debt. I never expected to lose my heart.
Blurb
My name is Callis, and I'm an offering.
Sent to Eletheria—the legendary pleasure palace where gods once walked among mortals—I have one purpose: submit to the bonding ritual, serve my time, and return home with my family's honor restored.
But the man who chooses me changes everything.
Auren is silver-haired, devastatingly beautiful, and dangerously powerful. As a Thorn of the sacred order, he needs to complete a successful bond to advance in rank. I should be just another transaction to him—a means to an end.
Instead, he awakens something in me I never knew existed.
Under his skilled touch, I discover pleasure that burns hotter than temple incense. The bond between us grows deeper than any ritual, more consuming than prayer itself. But Auren carries the scars of three failed bonds, and I have a ship waiting to take me home.
As our connection intensifies, I'm forced to choose: honor my duty and leave, or risk everything for a love that could either complete us both—or destroy us.
Some debts can only be paid with the heart.
Excerpt
Auren's eyes didn't leave mine. He took a step forward, then another, just enough to draw closer without closing the distance completely. His movements were measured and elegant. Confident without the need to prove it.
"I believe the state of my attire is acceptable, Callis," he said, voice low and smooth, a flicker of mischief curling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed—was it amusement, or something darker?
The lead priest stepped forward again, drawing our attention back to him with a subtle lift of his hand. The scent of resin filled the space as one priest lit the offering fire. Smoke curled upward, sweet and sharp, as the brazier took its breath.
When the priest then turned to me, "Come hither, and place your hand upon the staff."
I moved.
I didn't trust my legs, but they carried me. I stopped in front of Auren, lifted one hand, and set it lightly over his where he gripped the staff.
It was warm. His skin. The staff. The silver. Everything felt charged.
"Speak," the priest said, not unkindly.
I drew breath. "I accept," I said. My voice was quiet, but it didn't shake. "I accept this bond. I come in truth, though I do not know what waits. I offer what I am, and will not turn away."
The priests withdrew, leaving us alone.
Auren's hand found mine again, warm and firm.
We undressed each other slowly.
Not ceremonially, though it felt like a ritual. Not erotically, though there was no mistaking the heat under my skin.
It was like opening something fragile. Something wrapped for safekeeping.
The silks they dressed me in shimmered like flame. When they stepped back, they studied me in silence, then bowed lightly.
We stood bare, inches apart, the silk pooling at our feet. The altar waited behind him. I knew what it was meant for. But in this moment, there was no pressure.
Only him.
Only me.
And the space between us, narrowing, breath by breath.
Auren stepped toward me.
There was no hesitation in his stride. He closed the space between us in a quiet step, and suddenly I could feel the warmth of him, closer than anyone had ever stood, close enough that our bodies brushed, whispering against each other in the stillness.
He kissed me.
Not gently.
His mouth found mine like he'd done it a hundred times, firm and sure, his hands lifting with the same certainty to touch me. One framed the side of my jaw, his fingers a breath from trembling, the other settled low at my waist, grounding me, anchoring me to the moment.
Heat bloomed through my skin like lightning seeking purchase.
The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't exploratory. It was fiercely possessive in a way that set fire to something deep inside me, something I hadn't even known was there. Auren kissed like someone who had no interest in surface things. He dove straight for the center.
And I—
I didn't know what to do with that.
My hands hovered, helpless for a moment, until instinct caught hold and I clutched at his sculpted arm. My fingers curled there, tense and searching, and my other hand rose to his shoulder as if I could brace myself against the storm building in my chest.
Auren pressed closer.
His lips parted slightly, just enough to pull me deeper, and my body responded before I could stop it—leaning in, opening, breath hitching in surprise at the feel of him.
It was like I had been asleep for nineteen years and someone had finally whispered my name.
When Auren finally drew back, he didn't go far.
He studied me: my face, my breath, the tremble I couldn't hide in my fingers.
"You're not what I expected," he said, his voice low and uneven at the edges.
About the Author
Tavian Cross is an emerging author of gay erotic fantasy romance.
Obsessive fan-fiction reader, BL manga collector, and erotic steam engineer, Tavian is setting out to create a world where love has no boundaries, lust serves a higher purpose, and beauty is divine.
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Daughter of Starlight Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
YA Fantasy, Fantasy
Date Published: July 9, 2025
Luma was six years old when she was found wandering alone with no memory of a family or how she got the strange scars that crisscross her palms. Now, twelve years later, Luma is summoned across a magical bridge to another world: a world where the decimated population of elves suffer under the ruthless wizard army.
Luma’s appearance is a ray of hope for the elves, who believe she is their prophesied “Daughter of Starlight”, the only one whose powerful magic can heal their broken defenses. Luma just wants to get back home, but the wizards discover her, and soon Luma is in the fight of her life. As she flees a mighty adversary, Luma struggles with hints of a strange power from deep within, a power that she can neither control nor deny any longer.
Desperate for answers, Luma joins a group of elf resistance fighters on a perilous journey in search of the exiled elf mage. Along the way, Luma begins to realize there could be more truth to this prophecy than she first thought, and that just maybe, she has a family after all.
About the Author
Molly M. Hammond is an award-winning author whose love of language and writing has been lifelong. She earned a degree in English and Communication and then went on to earn a second degree in American Sign Language Interpreting. An avid runner, Molly often gets her best story ideas while running and remains outraged that those ideas do not then present themselves, fully formed, on the page. When she’s not running, writing, or interpreting, Molly can often be found taking an excessive number of photos of her dog, Bungee, and her two cats, Rose, and Clover. Molly lives in the beautiful St. Croix River Valley of Minnesota with her husband and two sons, who bring her joy every day.
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Just What the Doctor Hired Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Date Published: July 9, 2025
About the Author
Amanda and Lisa-Marie are an award-winning, co-writing team of best friends who share imaginary worlds, including Men In Books Aren't Better (September 29, 2024), Just What the Doctor Hired (July 9, 2025), and a short story, Shivers, published in Moments Between (February 28, 2022). Lisa-Marie Potter (BIPOC) is a mom of four who grew up in Nottingham, England, and now resides in Alaska with her husband and golden retriever. Amanda Nelson grew up in Maryland and moved to Arizona, where she attended ASU and currently lives with her husband and four kids. Both women are hopeless romantics, but Lisa-Marie also enjoys suspense novels, while Amanda's second go-to genre is romancy. The duo review books on their socials, hike the Olympic National Park, and fight over the same fictional crushes.
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July 7, 2025
The Rebound Effect Audiobook Review #rabtbooktours
Date Published: September 23. 2024
Publisher: ACX
Narrator: Catherine Hein Carter
Run Time: 5 hours, 34 minutes
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The following review contains potentially triggering subject matter, including body shaming, coercive relationships, domestic abuse, and sexual assault. These subjects are not discussed in detail.
Ornery Owl's Review
Rating: Three out of Five Stars
The story was well-written and engaging. However, there are a few issues that prevent me from giving it five stars despite the excellent pacing and sleek style.
First, I always knock a star off any story that normalizes body shaming, diet culture, and/or food policing. It's almost as if the authors of stories with heroines who bemoan the idea of getting fat if they eat their food without engaging in some sort of self-flagellation are unaware that fat women can read and are sick and tired of being Queen-Size Boogey-Woman.
The Queen-Size Boogey-Women does sound like a pretty good band name, though.
The male characters present a master class in abusive relationships, utilizing such techniques as DARVO, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, and love bombing. Frank is controlling and stalker-ish to the point of raising every possible red flag. While Brett isn't as terrifying as Frank, he is, nonetheless, immature and manipulative. He cheated on Teresa and wants her to excuse his infidelity because he was drunk at the time.
Alex's opinions on Teresa's love life flip-flopped like a sketchy politician's stance on key issues during an election year. Additionally, Alex allowed Lacey, the waitress with whom Brett had cheated on Teresa, to babysit Teresa's vulnerable, deaf son while Teresa was on a weekend getaway with Frank. If someone did that to me, I would no longer be on speaking terms with them.
Teresa's doormat behavior irritated me. A sensible protagonist wouldn't want to be involved with either Brett or Frank. She would also realize that Alex's relationship advice was whack, and Alex really wasn't a very good friend. Nonetheless, I had sympathy for Teresa up to the point where she threw an object into a duck pond while petulantly speculating that she didn't care if a duckling choked on it. By this point, I well and truly hated every adult character in the story.
My most frequently uttered thoughts while listening to this book were as follows:
"Ugh, the cringe!" whenever Frank love-bombed Teresa.
"Ew," during every intimate encounter with Frank.
"Will someone please murder this guy already?" whenever Frank said something like, "I understand the 'women's lib' position, but when you're my wife..."
The 1970s called. They don't want this guy back.
"Bitch, please!" whenever Brett opened his mouth to try and browbeat Teresa into taking him back.
If you are looking for a fast-paced thriller with lots of tension and a few spicy scenes, you may enjoy this book.
If you are looking for independent female characters who don't need a man to complete them, this story fails the Bechdel test.
There are also points in the story that have the potential to be highly triggering to someone who has a history of domestic abuse or sexual assault, so please keep this in mind.
To sum things up:
I recommend this story to readers who enjoy high-octane thrillers and are not bothered by scenes involving potential danger in a sexualized context. The plot was exciting, moving quickly from one scene to another. The execution was smooth, and the editing was precise.
I suggest that readers with a history of domestic abuse and sexual assault be mindful of the fact that this story contains scenes involving a charming but domineering male partner coercing, gaslighting, manipulating, and, at times, threatening his victim during sexual situations.
Listening to this audiobook makes me very glad that I no longer feel I need a man to complete me. I am one of those readers with a history of abusive partnerships, including sexual assault. There were times when this story made me very uncomfortable.
Sadly, men like Frank do exist, and those they target owe it to ourselves to learn that we don't owe them anything. Not our time, not our attention, not sex, not one single thing.
About the Author
As soon as Linda Griffin learned to read, she knew she wanted to be a “book maker” and wrote her first story, “Judy and the Fairies,” at the age of six. Her passion for the printed word also led her to a career at the San Diego Public Library, including 22 years as Fiction Librarian. She retired to spend more time on her writing, and her stories have been published in numerous journals. She has had ten books published by the Wild Rose Press.
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Six To Carry the Casket and One To Say the Mass Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
LGBTQ+
Date Published: July 8, 2025
Publisher: Peanut Butter Publishing
This book is not didactic or instructional; not self-help or psychology; not academic philosophy or cultural criticism. It is an exercise in honesty and a portrait of Bill, his family, and how we construct multiple identities—sexual, religious, philosophical, political, familial, relational—without reducing them to a monolithic whole, without being argumentative.
For anyone looking to make meaning out of their lives and the world around them, this book offers a model.
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Burn Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Gay Dark Fantasy, MPreg, Vampire Romance
Date Published: July 11, 2025
Cam Sharpe is just trying to make ends meet. Living in the city can easily break the bank, but that’s where the jobs are. It’s also where crime runs rampant. One night, he finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, putting him in the crosshairs of the city’s ruling vampire coven.
Nikolai Hart loves his job -- maybe a little too much. When hunting a rogue proves to be a pain in the ass, he’s the one House Saridan brings in to find the unfortunate soul. The latest job, however, has hit a snag: a mortal has witnessed everything.
The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
EXCERPTCameron
I hated living in the city. There were too many people, most of whom couldn’t drive worth a damn. I barely managed to dodge a car that threatened to sideswipe me. I thought the asshole driver shouted something, but I just tossed the man a one-fingered salute. Rain pelted the city, which made deliveries a bit more complicated, especially on a bicycle. Still, the bike afforded me the chance to make it into tight spots a car could not. Traffic was a bitch, but that was city life. I’d been here for three years now and had managed to escape the need for a car. The exercise was good, at any rate.
I reached the towering apartment building and secured my bike to a lamppost. The expressionless doorman stood at the front. Dressed in a black tux, complete with white gloves, he fit right in with the building’s occupants.
Once inside, I flashed my badge hanging on its lanyard to the guard behind the desk and continued toward the elevators. A few well-dressed residents gave me a bit of the good ol’ side-eye, but I ignored them. Hell, I’d probably delivered dinner to them half a million times.
The elevator doors opened, and I held it for the others. When they didn’t move to enter, I shrugged and stepped inside, letting the doors close before they could change their haughty minds. I watched the display tick through the floor numbers until it reached the seventh floor. As soon as I exited, I heard music.
Down the hall, an apartment door opened, and a half-naked man waved. I met him and handed over the food.
“Wanna join?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Thanks, man, but I can’t. Still a few more hours before I can officially ‘clock out’ for the night.”
“You clock out?”
“Not really. I set my own hours, but this pays the bills, so, yeah, set times and all.”
“Ah.”
Shouts from inside cut the chat short. “Well, thanks!” the guy said, holding up the bag.
“No problem.”
Alone in the hall, I went back to the elevators. Thank the gods the tips were included in the app when ordering.
Back down on the street, I sighed. I wished I could stop for the night. I was tired, utterly sick of the damn rain, and hadn’t eaten in several hours. The sun had already set enough to make the streetlights come on along the sidewalks. I rolled the bike a few feet away from the lingering crowd and headed off to my next pick-up.
People swarmed the streets, most of them club hoppers. I’d done that years ago but had outgrown it. Random hook-ups in dark corners no longer satisfied me, but in a city this big, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find anyone who would. Most of the people I’d met so far were superficial and vain, perfectly content to spend a night getting laid by one person before moving on to the next.
An order came in, and the GPS piped up to let me know there was a shortcut to the restaurant. Happy to avoid the crowd, I turned down the alley the GPS designated. I ignored the few slumped figures along both sides. I’d learned the hard way a couple of years ago after a mugging not to carry cash. Now I only carried my ID, keys, phone, and a trusty can of mace.
The end of the alley branched left and right. The GPS told me to go left. Just as I started that way, commotion to the right startled me.
A tall, black-clad figure landed feet-first onto the wet pavement and grabbed a man from the ground. The man choked and struggled as the stranger spoke, voice low enough that I couldn’t hear what was said. Whatever it was, though, seemed to terrify the man he held captive.
The stranger growled -- literally growled -- and tore the man’s throat wide open with his fucking teeth.
I nearly wrecked the bike trying to get away. I pedaled as fast as my legs could, and the burn was almost too much. I reached the Chinese restaurant and stuck as close to the building as possible. After a few seconds of struggling to catch my breath, I locked my bike to a lamppost before heading inside.
I had zero doubt that I’d just seen a vampire executing someone. Vamps weren’t unknown, but they tended to keep to themselves. They also weren’t anything like what stories and movies portrayed them to be. Real vampires weren’t undead; they were an entirely different species. Stronger, faster, and far more deadly than any human could ever dream of being.
Safe in the restaurant, I shot a quick glance back out the door. Whatever I’d just witnessed wasn’t my business. Not like cops would do shit anyway. Vamps governed themselves, and the police were scared shitless of them.
Pushing it out of my mind for now, I shuddered and headed to the counter. Ten minutes later, I was on my way to the drop-off point. Despite needing the money, I ended my shift after handing over the food. Just before I left the area, though, I caught sight of the stranger from the alley. Those eyes locked onto mine.
Hopping onto the bike, I made a beeline for my tiny efficiency apartment. It wasn’t much, but it had a wonderfully huge deadbolt on the door.
I leaned back against the door as soon as I locked it. Eyes closed, I tried to get rid of the images from the alley. It wasn’t the first crime I’d seen in this damned city, but it was definitely the first time a vampire had been involved. At least that I knew of, at any rate.
“Get a grip, Cam,” I muttered. “Not the first, won’t be the last.”
I pushed off the door and tossed my keys onto the narrow bar separating the kitchenette from the living area. I couldn’t even call it an actual room, really. The only true room was the bathroom, and even that was about the size of a small walk-in closet. Overall, the place wasn’t much, but it was home and, to be honest, all I could afford.
Before I could contemplate dinner or a shower, my grumbling stomach made up its own mind. A quick glance in the fridge, and then the freezer, reminded me that I needed to hit the store down the block sooner rather than later. I didn’t cook, despite knowing how to, since it was just me here. Most of my meals tended to be sandwiches or frozen dinners, or, if money allowed, something quick while I was working. Tonight, though, peanut butter and jelly would have to do.
A few minutes later, I settled onto the futon that doubled as my bed and watched the news on my only splurge: a smart TV. I nibbled on my meager dinner as one report after another went on. I popped the last bite into my mouth, only to nearly choke on it.
The same dark-clad figure I’d seen in the alley was positioned behind one of the head vamps in the city during a news conference that, according to the info at the bottom of the screen, occurred earlier today. The muscle-bound watchdog stood ready to spring to action at the slightest hint of trouble.
Pitch black hair hung over broad shoulders, and the man’s five-o’clock shadow covered a stern, tight jawline. Eyes that looked almost as black as his hair seemed to scan the entire room. Though he kept his hands behind him, I could imagine those strong arms tensing. And he was tall. Jesus, he was fucking tall. Even more than the vampire in front of him. A morbid desire to stare up into those insanely dark eyes swept through me.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts. Vamps are fucking trouble.”
I changed the channel and found a nature documentary instead. Maybe watching meerkats would cleanse my brain of insane ideas like wanting to unwrap all those muscles.
Gods, I was nuts.
About the Author
Mychael Black has been writing professionally since 2005. He writes gay romance and erotica, but also het romance as Carys Seraphine and queer fantasy as Katherine Cook.
He's an avid PC gamer with a love for RPGs, a horror fanatic, and a fantasy nut. He also has a weakness for anything relating to skulls, dogs, and Spongebob Squarepants.
Mychael lives on the Eastern Shore of the US with his family. He loves to hear from readers, be it via email or Facebook.
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