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August 11, 2025
Pain Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
(Kiss of Death MC)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: August 22, 2025
Redemption doesn't come free. And sometimes, the price is paid in blood.
Pain -- When I walked out of Terre Haute Prison, I wasn't the same man who went in. I've got blood on my hands, but I'm determined to pay my debt and take back what's left of my life. Once I'm home, inside the walls of the motorcycle club that welcomed me when I had no one, I have more hope than I dared to have the whole time I was incarcerated. Problem is, the past doesn't stay buried. When I recognized Nadine, a young woman from my past, and got to know the woman she'd become, I'd convinced myself there's no way to be worthy of a woman like her. Until she's put squarely in the crosshairs of a situation she knows nothing about. That's when it's time to earn my road name and bring her enemies a world of hurt.
Nadine -- I know better than to fall for an ex-con. I've seen the worst of humanity from inside prison walls where I work as a nurse. But something about Dr. Raven, or Pain, as they call him, gets under my skin. There was a time when he was my hero, the person I wanted to be most like. I admit I might have a huge case of hero worship and the tiniest little crush on him. I don't know the rules in his world outside the prison, but I know I need to learn fast. Especially since corrupt cops seem to be hell-bent on cutting in on the Kiss of Death territory. It sometimes feels like I'm fighting just to breathe. But the scariest part? It's not the blood, the bullets, or the bodies. It's that I might actually be falling in love with Ford "Pain" Raven.
A gritty, steamy romance featuring a protective alpha, a fierce heroine who refuses to break, and the family you choose when the world tries to tear you apart.
Pain
The minute I stepped foot in the infirmary, the smell of antiseptic hit me like a damn freight train. It’s the same scent that used to greet me every morning when I started my day as a surgical intern five years earlier. That scent had been soothing to me then, proof of how clean and organized my environment was. But now it’s a black stench, tainted with the putridity of this godforsaken place. You’d think after months of being in prison, I would have been immune to the smell, but I guess some things just stuck with you. Besides, every hospital -- or infirmary -- had a unique scent underneath all the bleach and other chemical cleaners. This infirmary was no different.
I was escorted by a guard who probably ate doughnuts for every meal and kicked puppies for fun, but hey, I’m not judging or anything. He shoved me into a chair, cuffed me to the table, and disappeared, probably off to shake down an old lady or something. I seriously doubted he was capable of anything more strenuous.
“See ya around, Brutus.” I lifted my chin at the rotund man. He frowned at me but I just grinned. I liked to pick one guard at a place and harass him until he broke. I was a surgeon and, if I was honest, I didn’t think I saw psychiatrists as “real” doctors. I’m ashamed to admit it now for multiple reasons. Mostly because I’ve been in places in the prison system where there is more true mental illness than I ever thought could possibly be concentrated in a single building, but also because I’ve learned a new appreciation for how a good psychiatrist could get into someone’s head. It was a powerful feeling. I had no desire to fuck with someone’s head -- much -- but teasing them a little was too fun to resist. The guards anyway. Occasionally I’d fuck with other staff members or the occasional prisoner if he was a pain in my ass, but mostly it was the guards.
As I sat there, I caught a glimpse of a nurse. She looked like a tiny, curvy angel in this sea of steel and misery. Honey-colored hair pulled up in a messy bun, and those gray eyes that seem to see right through me. For some reason, I don’t associate those eyes with a woman. I knew I’d seen those eyes before, but for the life of me, I couldn’t place her.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Raven,” she said as she approached me, and holy shit, I recognized that tinkling voice. Then her eyes widened and she winced. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, obviously devastated at her inadvertent mistake. We both knew I was no longer a doctor. While a felony conviction didn’t always mean someone had to surrender their medical license, doing so had been a condition of my plea agreement. One I didn’t fight even though my brother tried to get me to. With anyone else, or if I didn’t know this woman, I’d have thought it was intentional, designed to either make me feel small by reminding me of how far I’d fallen or to see if they could make me snap with mental torment. But not Nadine Brentner.
“It’s all right, Ms. Brentner. I know it wasn’t intentional.”
Her jaw drops. “You remember my name?” Real wonder and a touch of hero worship tinted her expression. She looked more than a little starstruck and for the first time I could ever remember, I wanted to puff my chest out in pride. Because some girl I never knew very well was happily surprised I remembered her fucking name. Maybe Knuckles, the fucker, was rubbing off on me. I’d heard about him and his woman and how disgustingly mushy they could be. Only this wasn’t my woman. Also, when I knew her, she was still in high school, volunteering in the hospital’s Explorer program, a “class” in which the students volunteered at the hospital in different departments so they could see what the world of healthcare was like and outside the classroom.
I couldn’t help but smile. Nadine had been a ray of sunshine from the first day I saw her in my OR waiting room. We didn’t interact, though I tried to acknowledge her when I saw her. She had been handing out snacks and taking family to their loved ones as they came out of recovery. It seemed like she had a natural ability to empathize with those around her. On more than one occasion, I saw her help calm someone down when no one else could. Administration had been angry with her for stepping in. She was underage and a student, but she’d been there at the time and had already made a connection with the woman. I didn’t see her after that and I’d wondered on more than one occasion if she’d been moved to another department because of that incident or if she was simply finished with her class.
“Of course, I remember you.” I tried to drop my “Pain” persona and adopt some kind of gruff, long forgotten version of “Dr. Raven” she might remember. “You were one of the few Healthcare Explorers to come through my area who I thought might make a career in medicine someday.”
She seemed startled before she gave me a smile filled with wonder. Her eyes widened and she looked down at the floor. Taking a breath, she met my gaze again. This time, she looked more settled. Apparently, she hadn’t thought I’d notice her. Truth was, it was impossible not to notice her.
Nadine Brentner, the teenager, had been beautiful, but like a porcelain doll you were afraid to touch for fear of breaking her. I appreciated her outer beauty then, but it was her inner beauty that caused me to remember her. I don’t think there was ever a time I saw her without a smile.
“I hope I live up to your expectations then.” She smiled as she pulled a computer in front of her and began typing. “Give me just a moment,” she mumbled as she continued to peck on the keyboard. “Stupid thing locked me out again.” She gave me a sheepish grin. “I took too long and it thought I’d left.” She was muttering under her breath now and it was almost too cute for words. Mainly because I could remember her doing much the same thing a few times back when I’d had a life and an identity. Only thing she’d improved upon was that now, she seemed to need to stick the tip of her tongue out while she concentrated.
She sat across the small table from me. I was shackled at the ankles and wrists and secured to a bar bolted in the middle of the steel table. This might be medical, but I wasn’t sick or injured and the guards didn’t know me. No one was taking any chances. New face, new place.
As she continued her login, I glanced around the room. The big guard who brought me here was gone, but there were two other guards. One of them cleared his throat and frowned in our direction.
Nadine glanced at him before she looked up at me again. This time, her smile was still polite but not as welcoming. I noticed she seemed nervous now when she hadn’t before. I made a mental note and waited until Nadine was deep into her questioning about my medical history and such before I snuck a glance at the guard. There were no names on their ID badges, but I’d find out who he was and what beef he had with Nadine. And why the fuck she was scared of him.
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One Year in Paris Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Contemporary Romance
Date Published: 07-25-2025
Publisher: Lipstick Publishing
Jett lives for the game. Annelise lives for the canvas. But when fate intertwines their worlds on a rain-soaked street in the City of Lights, neither is prepared for the slow-burn connection that follows.
As their hearts tangle between café tables and gallery walls, the intrusion of the press and career choices threaten to pull them apart.
Jett faces pressure to return to New York.
Annalise wrestles with who she is beyond her art.
And just when they start to find their rhythm, a devastating injury changes everything.
Set against the romance of Paris and the quiet beauty of rebuilding a life, One Year in Paris is a tender story of love that endures the noise, finds strength in the silence, and blooms where it’s least expected.
Excerpt
Chapter One
Paris, France.
March.
Paris smelled like warm bread, rain, and the kind of freedom you didn’t realize you were starving for until you tasted it.
Annelise Garner pressed her sketchbook to her chest as she crossed Place du Tertre, her long blond curls pulled into a loose braid and a soft, excited nervousness fluttering in her chest. This wasn’t just a vacation—it was a year away from all expectations. No cotillions, no pageants, no family name to maintain. Just art, sunlight, and the faint promise of something more.
She passed a café tucked between a bookstore and a patisserie, where laughter spilled onto the street. A gust of wind tugged at her scarf, and she caught it just before it flew—only to stumble directly into someone walking briskly around the corner.
Hard chest. Expensive cologne. An arm around her waist, steadying.
“Whoa—pardon,” a deep voice rumbled. American, unmistakably. Rough with surprise. Smooth with heat.
Annelise looked up—and found herself staring into the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.
The man holding her was tall…Ridiculously tall. His hair was dark and swept back in the kind of effortless way that meant effort had definitely been involved. A few people nearby had slowed down to look. Some pointed.
“Y-you’re American,” she blurted in surprise before she could stop herself.
He smirked. “So are you.”
“Atlanta.”
“New York.”
They paused.
“I’m Annelise.”
“Jett Hunter.”
And as he stepped back, letting her go with a soft brush of his fingers, she noticed the gym bag over his shoulder, scuffed cleats peeking out the side.
That name…Jett Hunter. It tickled something in her brain. A memory from a sports magazine her friend from back home, Abigail, had fawned over.
She blinked.
“You play soccer…”
He gave her a crooked smile. “A little.”
“How long have you been in Paris?”
“Two years…You?”
“Two months…I’m here studying art for a year courtesy of a generous inheritance from my grandpa.”
“My contract ends in seven months.”
Annelise nodded. “I wish I could stay forever, but—” she shrugged.
She didn’t give a reason and Jett didn’t know her well enough to ask.
Jett Hunter didn’t believe in fate. He believed in timing—on the field, in life, in love, if that was even something he still believed in at all.
But when he spotted her again the next morning, crossing Rue des Abbesses with a portfolio twice her size and sunlight catching in her golden hair, he felt something stir.
She hadn’t seen him yet. She was juggling her sketchbook tucked under one arm and what looked like a artists satchel in the other. Same soft curls, same honey-sweet presence…Annelise.
He pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to be sure.
Yep. It was her.
Jett stood up from his table before he thought better of it, dodged a Vespa, and stepped into her path just as she looked up.
She gasped, nearly bumping into him again, and blinked in surprise. “You?”
He gave a crooked grin. “Starting to think you’re following me.”
Her lips parted—then curved. “Or you’re following me.”
“Touché.”
She shifted the satchel and sketchpad awkwardly. “Do you usually begin your mornings by bumping into strangers?”
“I had a need for croissants,” he explained. “And accidental run-ins with beautiful strangers are a bonus,” he added.
Her cheeks colored faintly. It looked good on her. Real. Not rehearsed like the women he usually met who were after him for nothing more than his fame and fortune.
He nodded toward the café behind him. “Sit with me?”
She hesitated for a breath. Then nodded.
They sat under the striped awning, a plate of flaky pastries between them. Two Americans in the heart of Montmartre pretending Paris wasn’t working some strange kind of magic on them.
Annelise told him about her art studies and Georgia summers. She spoke briefly of her political family, being an only child, how she used to sketch horses in the back pasture and dream of painting sunrises in another country.
Jett told her about New York, the endless push of fame, and how Paris had been a necessary escape. He didn’t mention the pressure from the club or the headlines speculating about his focus slipping. Not yet.
“I prefer to keep to myself. I don’t usually do people,” she admitted, stirring her espresso slowly. “They’re too…complicated.”
“Yet here you are sat across from one this morning.”
Annelise looked up. “You’re different. You feel like—” She stopped herself.
“Like what?” he asked softly.
“Like someone real.”
Jett became quiet. It had been a long time since anyone had said that to him. Even longer since it felt true.
When Annelise stood to leave, she gave him a smile that felt like spring.
“Same café tomorrow?” he asked, not wanting to let her slip from his life.
She looked over her shoulder as she walked away. “If the croissants are this good again.”
He watched her go—shoulders relaxed, curls bouncing lightly, sunlight wrapped around her like a promise.
Jett sat back in his chair, let the Paris air fill his lungs, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like he was running toward the next match or away from himself.
He just felt…here.
And that was enough.
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August 10, 2025
Doomsday Planet Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Sci-Fi / Action - Adventure
Date Published: 07-09-2025
Publisher: Severed Press
About the Author
Doomsday Planet is William Burke’s fifth novel, following a long career in film and television. He was the creator and director of the Destination America paranormal series Hauntings and Horrors and the OLN series Creepy Canada, as well as producing the HBO productions Forbidden Science, Lingerie and Sin City Diaries. His work has garnered high praise from network executives and insomniacs watching Cinemax at 3 a.m.
During the 1990’s Burke was a staff producer for the Playboy Entertainment Group, producing eighteen feature films and multiple television series. He’s acted as Line Producer and Assistant Director on dozens of feature films—some great, some bad and some truly terrible.
Aside from novels Burke has written for Fangoria Magazine, Videoscope Magazine and is a regular contributor to Horrornews.net.
He also served in the United States Air Force, reaching the rank of sergeant.
He can be found at williamburkeauthor.com
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August Full Moon Card with Bonus Rant
The dumb facial expression is an added bonus. I look like I've been drinking for six hours and think it's a good idea to go for round two. I don't drink, and I was in bed before midnight last night. So, this is just my natural gorgeousness. You don't have to hate me because I'm beautiful. Instead, you can hate me because I have the audacity to put myself out there even though I'm far from beautiful!
August 8, 2025
Breaking Deceptions Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Non-Fiction, Current Events, Political Commentary, Media Studies
Date Published: May 7, 2025
Publisher: MindStir Media
Are we being told the truth—or are we living in an age of carefully crafted lies?
In Breaking Deceptions, Kirk Sassak, a mechanical engineer turned first-time author, delivers a powerful exposé on the modern media's role in distorting truth and reshaping national narratives. From COVID-19 misinformation and the Hunter Biden laptop cover-up to the media’s radically different treatment of the 2020 BLM riots and the January 6 Capitol riot, this book takes readers on a gripping journey through some of the most controversial events in recent American history.
With the structured mind of an engineer and the creative soul of a poet, Sassak dissects media narratives with precision and passion—shedding light on the rise of politically motivated journalism and its impact on democracy, freedom, and truth.
🛑 They lied to us about:
● Russian Collusion
● Charlottesville
● COVID Lab Leaks
● Hunter Biden's Laptop
● President Biden’s Mental Fitness
● And much more...
🔥 Whether you're politically left, right, or somewhere in between, Breaking Deceptions challenges you to confront the uncomfortable reality: a biased media is dangerous—no matter whose side they’re on.
Perfect For Readers Who:
● Are concerned about media bias, fake news, and propaganda
● Want to understand how misinformation influences political outcomes
● Appreciate investigative non-fiction that questions mainstream narratives
Seek a thought-provoking, politically charged read rooted in real events
About the Author
Kirk Sassak is a mechanical engineer and Engineering Manager in the ePowertrain division of a global automotive driveline supplier. With over two decades of experience applying structured problem-solving and technical precision, Kirk brings the same analytical mindset to his writing. His passion for truth and clarity—both in engineering and in public discourse—fuels his work as a nonfiction author.
Kirk’s journey as a writer began in 2011 during a professional assignment in Mexico, where he first discovered a surprising talent for poetry. Though his writing took a backseat for nearly a decade, the events of 2020—particularly media coverage surrounding COVID-19 and major political events—reignited his creative drive and moral conviction. Blending the logic of an engineer with the expressive voice of an artist, Kirk now writes with purpose: to challenge mainstream narratives, spark awareness, and advocate for journalistic integrity.
When he’s not writing or managing complex engineering projects, Kirk enjoys exploring the intersections of art, logic, and truth. Breaking Deceptions is his first published book.
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Crossfire Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Crime Thriller, Military Thriller, Action Adventure, Vigilante Justice
Published Date: July 31
Publisher: Runner House Books
“It wasn’t like breaking into a prison was on my bucket list. But then again, neither was helping terrorists stage a jailbreak. And yet, here I was.”
A prison break. Betrayals. Battle for survival.
September 2014. Yemen’s going up in flames, and Americans are caught in the inferno. Delta Force Captain Axel Blaze is sent straight into the
fire to extract Khalid Al-Mansour, an Al-Qaeda moneyman turned informant. Khalid promises intel that could save American lives, but it
comes at a price— his sons must be rescued from a rebel-controlled prison deep in hostile territory.
Blaze’s team pulls off the high-risk breakout, but the fallout is deadly. A chain of betrayals is set off. One of Khalid’s sons turns
traitor, leading Al-Qaeda right to the US embassy. Trapped, outnumbered, and fighting on hostile ground, Blaze and his team face a ruthless enemy
and impossible odds.
But this isn’t just about survival—this is about sending a message.
Blaze won’t just hold the line—he’ll blow the enemy to hell.
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Praise for the series:
“Blaze combines the force of Reacher, the unapologetic badassery of
Dirty Harry, the savagery of Frank Castle, and the calculated precision of Bourne.”
"Blaze is a no-nonsense guy. Shoot second...after head butting the guy first. My kind of hero!"
“Blaze is a badass in the real sense of the word. He doesn’t stop until every bad guy is broken or dead.”
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Readers are saying:
★★★★★ “…non-stop action…”
★★★★★ “…fast and violent…”
★★★★★ “Blaze is the new badass in town!!”
★★★★★ “Must read! This series rocks!!”
About the Author
Bill Runner is the author of eleven books in the bestselling Axel Blaze thriller series. After the resounding success of his debut novel, Blaze
Returns, each subsequent book entered Amazon’s Crime Action Fiction or Military Thriller charts in the Top 5, with his last five books debuting
at #1. By 2025, combined sales for the series had crossed a quarter of a million copies.
Before turning to writing, Bill was an investigative reporter—a background that brings authenticity, depth, and a keen eye for detail to
his stories. His love for classic Westerns and lone ranger heroes profoundly influenced the creation of Axel Blaze, a character who stands
up against injustice no matter the odds.
Bill is an experienced mountain climber and a lifelong martial arts student. His extensive physical training and years on the crime beat
help him craft action scenes that are realistic, vivid, and exhilarating. To learn more about Bill and his books, visit him on Facebook under the name Bill Runner Author.
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Trouble In Heaven Teaser #rabtbooktours
Fantasy / Fiction / Spirituality
Date Published: 11-17-2024
Publisher: Made for Success
In the beginning The Alpha created the heavens and the earth. This story takes place before that.
Excerpt
Shamayim. A perfect place filled with perfect beings living in perfect peace. The Alpha was love, and love was The Alpha, a trait he took great pains to embed within all his created beings. It would have been, therefore, perfectly understandable for this perfect existence to continue unabated. And it would have, had The Alpha not chosen to endow his created beings with the power to choose. But he did, and with that choice came trouble. Trouble in Heaven.
JC Worthington, author of the Trouble Series, is a ministry leader and teacher, driven by his love of God. His imaginative storytelling blends timeless biblical truths with untold stories, taking readers on a mind-bending journey to explore the mysteries woven into Scripture.
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R.G. Ryan
R.G. Ryan started writing seriously following a long and satisfying career in the music industry as a songwriter, recording artist, arranger, producer and director of A&R for a couple of record labels. As a songwriter he has over one hundred and fifty songs in publication worldwide and has produced over one hundred album projects. He is the author of the Jake Moriarity series of thrillers, The Voices In My Head (the biography of late Las Vegas entertainment icon, Danny Gans), and the popular Snapshots At St. Arbuck's series. He lives with his first wife on the coast of somewhere beautiful. Can sing a little.
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August 6, 2025
Enjoying the Ride Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Non-fiction Short Stories
Date Published: July 20, 2025
Publisher: MindStir Media
Life isn’t always about big, dramatic moments. Sometimes, the most meaningful experiences are tucked into the folds of our everyday routines—quiet, funny, touching, and occasionally bittersweet. Enjoying the Ride and the Short Stories Along the Way is a heartwarming collection of true short stories drawn from the life of Jennifer Vaughan Lague, an entrepreneur, mother, and grandmother who believes that life is best lived with humor, love, and a touch of perspective.
From nostalgic reflections of childhood to the joys and chaos of raising a blended family, each story is delivered with authenticity, warmth, and a dose of wit. You’ll meet the characters that color her world—family, friends, neighbors—and perhaps even see glimpses of your own life in the process.
Perfect for busy readers or those who prefer bite-sized inspiration, this collection can be picked up and enjoyed one story at a time. Whether you're looking for laughter, a little life wisdom, or a moment of connection, these stories will remind you to slow down, reflect, and most of all—enjoy the ride.
Highlights include:
🌹 A mysterious rose in the yard that says more than words ever could
👩👧 A heartfelt tribute to motherhood and all its messy beauty
🔥 Cozy memories of childhood, tangled hair, and The Muppet Show
🎄 Hilarious moments of parenting during the holidays
👣 A candid reminder not to let fear hold you back from fully living
This book is a love letter to the simple moments that shape us—and a tribute to those we carry in our hearts forever.
✍️ Author Bio
Jennifer Vaughan Lague is an entrepreneur and storyteller based in Southern New Hampshire. As the owner of New England Tie Dye, she combines creative expression with a strong sense of community, building a business that brings color and connection to people’s lives. A loving wife, with a blended family of five adult children and four grandchildren, Jennifer draws inspiration from the joyful, chaotic, and unforgettable moments that come with raising a blended family.
Though her journey as a writer began with a local newspaper column, her stories quickly won hearts for their relatability, humor, and emotional resonance. With Enjoying the Ride and the Short Stories Along the Way, she shares a collection of those columns—true stories that remind us that life’s ordinary moments are often the most extraordinary.
When she’s not writing or working, you’ll find her near the beach or at the dojo—her favorite places to find peace, inspiration, and perspective as both a martial artist and a lifelong learner.
D'Vaire or Nothing Release Blitz #GayBookPromotions
NEW RELEASE
Book Title: D’Vaire or Nothing (D’Vaire, Book 44)
Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: August 7, 2025
Genre: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Trope: Fated mates
Themes: Love
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 85 108 words
It is not a standalone story, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Luck and love await the D’Vaire family at the newest dragon resort.
Blurb
In these five previously unpublished short stories, the D’Vaires are invited to the newest dragon resort, the Deck of Cards.
King of Clubs: The King of Clubs restaurant boasts a menu ranging from flavorful steak to exotic fruits. Grab a seat at a table and dine with many of the beloved couples from the D’Vaire series.
Diamond and Dollars: The heart of this Vegas resort is the casino, and the D’Vaires are ready to discover if the odds favor them. Past the slots and tables is a vast shopping area, and the stores have plenty to tempt even the most discerning customer.
Goddesses Wild: The goddesses are keeping an eye on their treasured D’Vaires from the realm of the dead. Unfortunately, their jovial chat is interrupted by a sudden death with a few clues left to unravel.
Heathcliff’s Heart: Brynewielm Duke Heathcliff D’Vairefenix wants a quick beer, so he escapes to the Hearts bar with a book. When he gets there, Heath finds his mate. Young bartender Brinley Brimstone is saving every penny for an uncertain future. When the phoenix and fire mage meet, flames will surely follow.
Double Spades: For Bard Ashby D’Vaire, everything centers on his career, family, and garden. But Ashby is missing the love of a partner. It is with great reluctance that Seltivare Tristis takes a job at the Deck of Cards. But the elf’s misgivings are lost on his first night at work when he crosses paths with a jaguar hybrid who is determined to make his dreams come true.
Excerpt
Moving ahead of his family so he could open the tall door designed to look like an ace of hearts, Heathcliff smiled. “We’re D’Vaires. If we aren’t weird, we’ll get kicked out of the mansion.”
“That’s definitely not how that works,” Scheredin muttered.
Laughing, Heathcliff waited for everyone to walk into the bar. His chuckles died the second he followed them inside. Thanks to his elven ancestors, he’d lacked sexuality until that moment. To Heathcliff’s horror, his cock tented his trousers, and the sharp spicy scent of pink peppercorns consumed his senses.
Somewhere in the bar was his mate. Desperate to find him or her, Heathcliff looked around. His gaze unerringly landed on a man with shocked blue eyes and brown hair glowing a little red in the bar’s moody lighting. Heathcliff’s phoenix screeched with delight and a desire to know everything about the ignis mage staring at them.
“Heath, what’s wrong?” Kieran asked.
Too busy staring at the man, Heathcliff barely heard his brother’s question. His mate was in dark pants paired with a black-and-white shirt with giant red hearts down the right side.
“Wrong?” Heathcliff repeated dumbly as he edged farther toward the mage. Although he wanted to run to the man Fate had given him, Heathcliff needed his body to calm first. The last thing he wanted to do was point his erection at his other half as they spoke. It was mortifying to have no control over his hormones, but Heathcliff understood the overwhelming attraction.
The sorcerer was pretty with his nearly pouty lips and the slight upturn of his nose. He’d enhanced his dark lashes and added a bit of liner to give his eyes a smoky look that suited a man born to manipulate fire.
“Heathcliff, why the fuck are you still standing near the door? What’s wrong?” Kieran demanded.
With some blood finally returning to his brain, Heathcliff blinked heavily and glanced briefly at a concerned Kieran.
“Ignis mage,” Heathcliff said. “Do you see him?”
“Tall hot guy with blue eyes?” Scheredin asked.
“Tall is relative, I guess,” Kieran murmured.
“Yeah, yeah,” Brexton retorted. “Our people are short. So, I’d guess the mage is maybe eight or nine inches over five feet. Tall to us. Not to the towering phoenix shifters with us. Anyway, what about the mage, Heath?”
“He’s my mate,” Heathcliff answered, though the reality of the situation was far from settling in.
Kieran cheered and the other three clapped, which drew the attention of everyone in the bar. The guests were family, so questions would be asked later, but Heathcliff didn’t care. His lone concern was learning more about the mage.
“Let’s go introduce ourselves,” Scheredin insisted as he led the charge toward the startled sorcerer with Kieran in tow.
To spare the man from being interrogated, Heathcliff followed his family, and his phoenix grew calmer the closer he stepped to the ignis mage. As astonishing and frightening as it was to find the other half of his soul, his beast’s instincts were already screaming for him to claim the man with a bite.
“Hi, I’m Scher, what’s your name?” Scheredin asked.
The ignis mage swallowed thickly and kept his blue gaze locked on Heathcliff’s face. “Hi. Yes, hello. Um, my name is Brinley.”
Heathcliff was desperate to touch him, so he stuck his hand out to shake. “Hi, Brinley. I’m Heath.”
“Brynewielm Duke Heathcliff D’Vairefenix,” Kieran muttered.
“Oh, nice to meet you, Your Grace,” Brinley said as he slid his elegant hand into Heathcliff’s. The touch of his mate soothed Heathcliff, and his anxiety dropped by several notches as he smiled at Brinley. The ignis mage offered him an enchanting grin.
It sucked to pull his arm away, but it would’ve been weirder to hold on to Brinley forever, despite Heathcliff’s phoenix begging him to do just that. Heathcliff introduced the rest of their group, and Brinley greeted them, but his captivating gaze kept returning to Heathcliff. He’d take that as an excellent sign.
“I know you’re working now, but maybe we could talk later?” Heathcliff asked, almost pissed at himself for nearly rushing upstairs to read a book. If Scheredin hadn’t talked him into staying out for an hour, he would’ve missed meeting Brinley.
“I’d like that very much, Your Grace,” Brinley said, pulling out his phone and giving Heathcliff his number.
“Please call me Heath.”
Brinley cocked his head. “Aren’t you going to give me your number?”
“Yeah, sorry, I swear I’m usually not scatterbrained, but I’m overwhelmed. I wasn’t expecting to meet you.”
“It definitely hasn’t sunk in for me that I’m standing here talking to my mate right now.”
“I nearly missed you,” Heathcliff confided, then gave Brinley his number.
“Yeah, my brother is desperate to read a new book and wanted to ditch us,” Kieran said.
“I can handle this on my own, thank you,” Heathcliff told Kieran.
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The following post contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
Contemporary Gay Romance, Polyamorous
Date Published: August 8, 2025
Casey can get just about any man he wants, except for the one he wants the most.
Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there's always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn't interested and suddenly it's a challenge he can't resist.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Suck me tender.”
“Hey dumbass, I’m the boss here. If you didn’t have a big shlong, you wouldn’t get any screen time.”
I picked up the towel and covered up my biggest asset. “Jealous much?”
Max looked like he was ready to blow steam but he clenched his jaw and nodded toward the king-sized bed. It was all decked out in white linen, the better to show off our tanned bodies. “I want you and Joey to do a fast run through, no sex, before we start filming.”
“Time is money,” I said, throwing his own words back at him. “I don’t need to rehearse.”
“Says you. Did you even read the script?”
“Course I did. Masturbate first, and then Joey walks in and gives me a hand. It’s not rocket science.” It was an easy scene. I could do it in my sleep. I never have a problem getting hard, especially when I know somebody’s watching.
“Okay Mr. Motherfucking-Know-It-All, do your thing.”
I sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
Max spit out one word. “Action.”
I started rubbing my cock through the material of the towel. After a minute, I flung open the towel and let my dick take a bow. It was stiff and begging for attention but I ignored it. Slowly I ran my hands down my chest, tweaking my nipples until they were erect. It didn’t take long. My hot buttons are super sensitive. A delicious warmth spread through my groin. It was time to give my prick some attention. I gave it a few easy strokes, taking my time so I could show off my body. Occasionally I glanced at the camera with a smoldering gaze. Then I started jerking off in a steady rhythm.
Nobody knows my hot spots like I do. It didn’t take long for my breathing to speed up. My balls drew up tight and I knew I was close. Where the heck was Joey? He should have been here by now. I wanted to give him a cum shower. Max was a shit director. One day I’d direct my own films. I tried to hold off, but my cock was throbbing. Fuck it. I was too close. One more hard stroke and I hosed myself down with a massive cum load.
White cream covered my chest, up to my neck and under my chin. I groaned, scooped some up with my fingers and licked them clean. I knew I looked hot as hell.
“Cut!” Max stood over me, hands on hips. “I tell you when to come.”
“You can’t hold back momentum, Max.” One of these days I’ll quit mouthing off, but not today. “If you could get it up, you’d know that.”
If looks could kill I would have died right then, but Max couldn’t touch me. I was golden. Nobody made the studio more money than I did.
“Face it, Max. I know what my audience wants and I give it to them. That’s why you pay me the big bucks.”
“Get over yourself, princess. You’re a fucking porn actor. There’s a thousand more waiting to take your place.”
As usual, Paul, the cameraman and peacemaker, tried to diffuse the situation. “This is good stuff, Max. The guys will eat it up.”
Max gave him a disgusted look and turned back to me. “You got anything left for Joey?”
“Does a tin man have a stainless steel cock?”
Everybody laughed except Max. Fuck him. He turned his back, but not before he took another long look at my chest. I smiled as I lay back against the pillows. Look all you want, Max, but you’ll never get your hands on this body. But I knew he’d take the film home and masturbate to it all night.
“Hey, Cox.”
My head jerked up at the sound of Joey’s voice. People tend to think that porn stars don’t have real lives. They think that, given the nature of what we do for a living, we must be emotionally detached and incapable of having a real relationship. That’s only partly true. While I don’t have, need, or want, a significant other, I have my sister, Julie, and my best friends, Joey and Paul.
Joey is not only a friend, he’s also a great costar. He’s a lean six feet, with short spiky blond hair and brown eyes. The dude is practically hairless while I sport a sexy trail of dark hair that leads to a well-manicured bush. The camera loves the contrasts between us, and so do the guys who buy our videos. We spend so much time together, it was only natural we’d become buddies.
Grinning, Joey sat on the bed. “You just can’t help yourself, can you, Casey?” He started wiping my chest with a warm, wet cloth.
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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.Some things never change.
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