#BookBlitz Vermont Paradise by Natalie Monteiro #NewRelease #LGBTQ+ #YA #FF #Contemporary #Romance #NineStarPress

Please welcome new author Natalie Monteiro to the Moonbeams over Atlanta blog. This is a book blast for the new release Vermont Paradise. If you like contemporary, vacation romances, this is for you.

Title: Vermont Paradise
Author: Natalie Monteiro
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 01/06/2026
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 71200

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Synopsis

A camping trip with her family is what Maria was expecting. Long walks with her dog, Maggie, the usual banter with her sister, Tanya, receiving unsolicited survival lessons from her dad, and pep talks of positivity from her mom. But her predictions were only half correct. Never would she expect to spend so much time with anyone else. Especially not a total stranger. A stranger with such a pretty smile and beautiful green eyes. Because thatโ€™s the thing about people who you donโ€™t know. They can teach you things that you never knew about yourself.

Excerpt

Vermont Paradise

Natalie Monteiro ยฉ 2026

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I threw my backpack into the backseat of our blue Subaru Outback and closed the door. I really wanted to slam it, but I had recently taken it upon myself to be less passive-aggressive. Regardless, I shouldnโ€™t show my cards. Mom had practically begged us to be on our best behavior. For Dadโ€™s sake, she had said. It was his idea to go on this family camping trip. Our first one ever. I didnโ€™t know what inspired this idea of his. All I knew was that he thought it would be a good idea to teach us kids about the outdoors. In case we ever got lost in the wilderness or in case there was total collapse of society. The latter seemed to be his greatest fear.

โ€œAll set?โ€ my mom asked as she approached the Subaru.

โ€œYes, my bag is all packed,โ€ I responded.

โ€œDo you know if Tanya is ready?โ€

Tanya. My lovely older sister. She was the main reason I was dreading this family trip. I tried my best to keep my composure.

โ€œProbably not. You know how she is. Waiting until the last minute to get ready just like Dad.โ€

โ€œUgh, I know,โ€ Mom said with a huff. โ€œYour father is still in the shower.โ€

We were supposed to be on the road by 8:00 a.m., but here we were at 8:20 a.m., still waiting for them. Getting up early was not an issue for me. If anything, I woke up too early. Like today. Five-thirty a.m. was a bit too much, even for me. I knew it was because I had too much on my mindโ€ฆ I just wanted to get this camping trip over with already.

I gave my mom a half smile before passing her by to go back inside. I wanted to say goodbye to my cat, Remy, while I still could. I bet he would enjoy the house all to himself. If anything, he would enjoy being free from Maggie, our four-year-old Australian Shepherd who still had the energy of a puppy. Which, unfortunately for Remy, meant that she wanted to play with him whenever the rest of us were too busy.

It was one of my favorite things about Maggie. How much she loved to play. We could do it for hours. Fetch with her favorite tennis ball or playing with my old, beat-up soccer ball. She even knew how to play hide and seek! But for her, she didnโ€™t really care what we did, so long as we were doing it together. That was why I made sure she was included in this family trip. But truthfully, it was just as much for her sake as it was for mine.

That the one good thing about camping, at least. It was dog friendly.

I opened the kitchen cupboard, hoping to find Remy there. It wasnโ€™t his typical hiding spot, but it definitely wasnโ€™t his most unusual. He was usually to be found under my parentsโ€™ bed, but with all the extra commotion this morning, I figured he wanted somewhere quieter.

I was right. There he was, curled up in a tight ball, staring up at me with his bright-green eyes. He gave me a look of โ€œplease just let me sleep some more.โ€ Not this time. If only he could understand that he could go back to sleeping in a few minutes, once all of us had left.

He let out a soft meow as I scooped him up and plopped us onto the black pleather couch. I held him tight against my chest, and he nuzzled in, making himself more comfortable. I stroked the long dirty-brown fur on his back, and I could feel him relaxing more deeply. Soon, he closed his eyes as if ready to return to sleep.

If only he knew how lucky he is, not having to endure the family trip that lies ahead.

โ€œMorning, sis!โ€ Tanya screeched from over my shoulder. My entire body jumped in surprise as my heart rate increased. Remy too was disturbed. His eyes jolted open, and he looked direly afraid. I didnโ€™t know if it was from Tanyaโ€™s yell or my reaction to it. Either way, it didnโ€™t matter. I was just lucky that he didnโ€™t run away.

โ€œReady for some family bonding?โ€ she asked with an overly sarcastic tone. It took every bone in my body to not get upset with her. She knew that I startled easily, and I knew that she got pleasure from seeing it happen. I couldnโ€™t fault her for it this time. I could only wonder how I had missed her coming down the stairs.

โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m ready for it if you are,โ€ I said, trying to gauge just how bad of a mood she was in. Out of all the vacations we could have gone on, at least we could agree that this would be very low on the list. Though I knew she wouldnโ€™t handle camping as well as I would.

She mocked me under her breath. โ€œIโ€™m ready if you are,โ€ she muttered to herself in a voice that made me sound stupid. โ€œYou think youโ€™re so clever, donโ€™t you?โ€

I stared at her without an answer. Was she really starting this already?

โ€œGod, youโ€™re so annoying. I canโ€™t believe Iโ€™m going to be stuck with you in a car, for, what, like four hours?โ€

โ€œLike three and a half,โ€ I corrected, wanting to add a splash of fuel to the fire.

โ€œWhatever.โ€ She rolled her eyes. โ€œClose enough.โ€

I stared at her in make-believe confusion. โ€œOh, I thought youโ€™d be delighted. Itโ€™s less time than you were expecting to spend with me in the car.โ€

She stared back at me with a dirty grin on her face. โ€œNo one likes a know-it-all, Mar. And thatโ€™s only one reason why people donโ€™t like you.โ€

I instinctively clenched my hand into a fist. I usually tried to ignore comments like these from her, but I was getting sick of being her punching bag. Camping would be bad enough on its own. I didnโ€™t need her comments on top of it.

โ€œAw, what a real shame Tommy didnโ€™t want to come with us. I canโ€™t imagine why. Youโ€™re such a charmer. Hey, well, since heโ€™s not coming, why donโ€™t you take all that makeup off? Or are you too insecure to even let your family see what you really look like?โ€

Remy wasnโ€™t having it. I could only assume he felt the tension. He jumped off my lap and ran up the stairs, probably to hide elsewhere. Anywhere far from here. It made my skin boil hotter. Tanya had ruined my goodbye with him.

She gave me a smirk. โ€œOkay, one: you know Tommy couldnโ€™t take the time off work. And two: you sound like a jealous bitch. Itโ€™s not my fault youโ€™re incapable of obtaining a meaningful, long-term relationship. One thatโ€™s filled with connection. One thatโ€™s filled with love.โ€

โ€œYeah, yeah. Iโ€™m sure he really loves you. I totally havenโ€™t noticed him flirting with anyone else. Never.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s it!โ€ She lunged in my direction with her arms at full stretch.

โ€œGirls!โ€ Mom yelled, swinging the front door open and accidentally slamming it into the wall. She stared at where it had hit, clearly upset that it had happened. She turned to give us an angry look of โ€œsee what you made me do?โ€

Tanyaโ€™s eyes were locked on mine as she slowly took a step backward. She maintained a glare at me while doing so, making me believe that she really was about to beat the shit out of me. What retaliation had Mom just saved me from?

โ€œIt is too early for this much animosity! Please!โ€ Mom seemed unsatisfied that our ongoing tension hadnโ€™t miraculously disappeared into thin air.

โ€œShe started it!โ€ Tanya yelled, breaking our deadlock. I felt like I had teleported back to when we were kids. Her five and me four.

โ€œI donโ€™t want to hear it! We have been over this already! I need you two to get along for the sake of your father. This vacation is very important to him.โ€

I let out a heavy sigh, knowing she was right. โ€œYes, Mom. It wonโ€™t happen again,โ€ I agreed, really hoping that this would be the last of our fighting. But knowing Tanya, Momโ€™s interference had merely delayed her retaliation, and she didnโ€™t even have a chance to respond.

It was as if Dad had heard his name and was arriving on cue. He bounced down the stairs with a big bag of God knows what in either hand. โ€œAll right, all right, all right!โ€ he hummed. โ€œWhoโ€™s ready for some camping?โ€ He expressed it in such a way that made the only appropriate answer to be one agreeing with him wholeheartedly.

โ€œMe!โ€ Tanya said, convincingly, taking the words right out of my mouth. It was officially time to put on the good girl show for Dad.

โ€œMe too, Dad!โ€ I said, sounding equally excited.

Mom looked like a wave of relief had been taken off her shoulders. She had nipped our fighting in the bud before Dad could even become aware of it. It was lucky for her, and it was lucky for us. There was no reason to make Dad upset.

โ€œGreat! Letโ€™s pack up the car,โ€ he said.

โ€œI already threw my stuff in there,โ€ I explained, alluding to the fact that I had been ready for a while now.

โ€œOkay, well then, you can help me load these bags into the car, and Tanya, you can help your mother fill the cooler.โ€

I was pretty sure that Mom had already filled it, but I wasnโ€™t going to correct him, and apparently, she didnโ€™t want to either. She just gave him a smile.

I stepped outside. The cool air of the summer morning hit my face. I could already feel the heat from the sun beaming down on top of my head, which meant regardless of the brisk morning air, today was going to be a hot one.

Dad opened the trunk to the Subaru, looking displeased as he noticed the various items that were already loaded in there. He pulled them all out and placed them onto the pavement. I knew too well what he was doing. He needed to load everything in a specific way, making the most space possible. I stood there, watching him, letting him do his thing.

โ€œIโ€™m leaving space here for the cooler,โ€ Dad said, letting me be privy to the inner workings of his mind. He started putting everything back inside, leaving the left side of the trunk open. โ€œNormally, Iโ€™d want to put that in first, since itโ€™s so big, but I guess we are going a little wild today.โ€ He paused for a moment, turning to look at me with an amused grin. โ€œWild! Ha!โ€

Oh, Dad.

โ€œGood one,โ€ I said with a soft chuckle, mainly because of his reaction to the pun and not the pun itself. Off to the wilderness we went.

Mom and Tanya came out the front door of the house. They each had a handle to the cooler in one hand as they walked carefully toward us. Dad rushed over to meet them. He swiftly took it into his possession, carried it the rest of the way to the car, and slid it into its rightful spot.

โ€œGreat,โ€ he said, satisfied. โ€œNow to get the last-minute items.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll open up the garage,โ€ Mom said, as if she also knew Dadโ€™s process. I let them handle the rest as I went back inside to retrieve Maggie.

โ€œMags!โ€ I hollered, entering the house, but she was already patiently waiting at the door for me. Her eyes were wide, and she panted. She started doing circles around me. She hated being alone. Even if it was for a second.

โ€œDo you want to go for a car ride?โ€ I asked, and she stopped in her tracks. This devolved into her running around me even faster than before. She threw in some kind of silly-looking bunny hops. I let out a wholesome laugh at her utter cuteness.

โ€œOkay, good girl! Sit,โ€ I commanded. Her listening skills were great, just like I had trained them to be. I connected her turquoise collar to its matching leash. Together, we did a final walk around the house making sure that I had packed up everything Maggie would need. Her water bowl, her container of food, the bag of treats, and her blanket. They were nowhere to be found, which meant that I had successfully packed them all into the car.

I eyed her bin of toys, opting to bring one more with us. I hadnโ€™t wanted to get it dirty, but I changed my mind. Sheโ€™d be happy to have her favorite stuffed pickle available to chew during the car ride, so I picked up the soft green blob, and she excitedly mouthed it out of my hand. I smiled down at her, letting her carry it the rest of the way.

โ€œDoes anyone need anything else from inside?โ€ I hollered to my family as I opened the front door once more. With overwhelming nos from the family, I locked the door behind me and joined the rest of them at the rear of the car.

They had made fast work. The trunk was now stuffed, with the cooler barely visible behind all the additional items around it. From what I could tell at a glance, they had added in the tents, a propane stove, and camping chairs. With how full the trunk was, it looked like we were going on a two-week trip, but luckily for me, weโ€™d only be gone for the next five days.

With everything all set, we hopped into the car. Dad as the driver, Mom as the copilot, me sitting behind Dad, and Tanya seated behind Mom. Then, of course, there was Maggie, who was half on my lap and half on the middle seat. She shoved Pickle in my face, making me do nothing but smile.

I said a mental goodbye to Remy, and the house at large, as the garage door closed and we began to drive away.

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Meet the Author

Natalie Monteiro lives in Central Massachusetts where she enjoys embracing her creativity in whatever form it takes. From writing, to singing, to painting. Natalie also works as a biological research scientist in her daily life. She achieved a Master of Science in Pharmacology from the University of Minnesota and a Bachelor of Science in Neuroscience from the University of New Hampshire. Throughout her years of schooling, her creative roots never stopped calling to her, which ultimately resulted in her debut novel Vermont Paradise. It is her hope that Vermont Paradise can serve as a reminder for all to follow their passions. May the process bring much happiness.

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Down the River (River City 02) by J. Scott Coatsworth #BlogTour #NewRelease #OtherWorldsInk #LGBTQ+ #Contemporary #Gay #Lesbian #Secrets

Moonbeams over Atlanta welcomes back J. Scott Coatsworth to the blog with a stop on his blog tour for the new release of the second book in the River City series, Down the River. Read on to discover in this latest installment.

BOOK BLURB

Nine years have passed since a group of strangers first met at a magical little restaurant in East Sacramento called Ragazzi. They have all been touched by its subtle magic, and have become a family.

With the tragic death of one of them, the ripples spread through the entire group, exposing secrets and revealing truths that many of them would rather not face.

Dave and Marcos are battling their own demons. Matteo seeks an embezzler at Ragazzi, while Diego struggles to hold on to his son, Gio. Carmelina fears Daniele wonโ€™t take no for an answer. And both Ben and Sam are dealing with tragic losses that have turned their lives upside down. Into the mix come a few new charactersโ€”Ainsley, a Sac State student studying to be a doctor; a mysterious stranger who is stalking someone in the group; and a few new love interests who may have agendas of their own.

Itโ€™s 2024, and the cast of River City is back. What secrets will be revealed before the last page turns?

Warnings: Death of several characters.

Series Blurb:

The River City series is a heady blend of secrets, friendships, a little bit of magic, and a bunch of Italian cooking that will warm your heart.


EXCERPT

Chapter One
Ragazzi

Ainsley Kim stared out of the window at the cars as they passed on Folsom Boulevard in a steady row of sparkling red and white, their lights scattering and twinkling like fairy dust across the rain-splattered glass. It was mesmerizingโ€”so much life out thereโ€ฆ and in here, as she was rudely reminded by the diner clearing his throat behind her.

โ€œSo sorry!โ€ She spun around, reaching for the Toast point-of-sale device that hung from a custom-made pocket in her clean white apron that said Ragazzi in neat black letters. She turned her attention back to her customers. โ€œAre you ready to order?โ€

The one whoโ€™d cleared his throat was a sharply dressed man in his mid-fiftiesโ€”lawyer if sheโ€™d had to guessโ€”his neatly trimmed black hair turning silver on the sides. He glared at the menu as if it were opposing counsel, squinting through his wire-framed glasses and scowling. โ€œDamned print is so small on these things.โ€

His dining partner, another man in a black suit and tie, but without a hair on his head, chuckled. โ€œYouโ€™re just getting old, Andy. Order the tagliatelle. Itโ€™s what you always get.โ€ Bald Head offered her a warm smile. โ€œSo sorry for my partnerโ€™s behavior. Rough day in court today.โ€

Ainsley hid a grin. She was good at reading people. โ€œNot a problem. Soโ€ฆ the tagliatelle?โ€

Andy nodded. โ€œSure. With arrabbiata sauce. And ask the chef to make it a little extra spicy.โ€

She tapped it into the POS, feeling more like a glorified data entry clerk than a waitress. โ€œYou got it. And you, sir?โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t let him fool you. Kel knows what he wants. He just likes to play with his prey.โ€ Andy grimaced, then managed a weak smile. โ€œSorry for the foul mood. I hate losing.โ€

Rich, white, and a lawyer to boot? You have no idea what losing is. โ€œNot a problem.โ€ She flashed him her best youโ€™re the customer so Iโ€™ll pretend I like you smile.

โ€œIโ€™ll have the gnocchi in a ragu sauce, and an appetizer of your delightful burrata.โ€ Kel flipped the menu over. โ€œAdd a glass of Chateau Ciel. I, unlike my friend here, had a lovely day. Signed a new artist for the gallery, a talented Korean painter named Jun Seo Jang.โ€ His eyes fixed on her. โ€œDo you know him?โ€

Ainsley blinked, caught between the casual racism of assuming that all Koreans knew each otherโ€”maybe he didnโ€™t mean it that way?โ€”and the fact that she did actually know them. Or of them, anyhow. Jang was one of her idols.

Customer service won out. โ€œYes. They are very good. I studied them in art class.โ€

Kel grinned. โ€œThen you must come see hisโ€ฆ their pieces. Sorry, old dog, new tricks. Iโ€™ll be getting the first of them next week.โ€ He pulled out his wallet and extracted a card. โ€œKelton Oโ€™Malley, Red Roof Gallery.โ€

She took it, staring at it. It seemed to sparkle under the restaurantโ€™s mood lighting. She blinked and the sparkle went away. She stuffed it in her pocket.

Nobody used business cards anymore. So old school. โ€œThank you. Iโ€™ll try to come by. Itโ€™s a bit busy, with school and work and allโ€ฆโ€ And taking care of her mother.

โ€œAh, whatโ€™s your major?โ€

โ€œMolecular biology.โ€ It came out automatically. Her father had wanted her to โ€œmake something of herself,โ€ not just be another poor immigrant like himself, working at minimum wage jobs. Sheโ€™d been at it so long, doing what her parents wanted her to do, that it almost seemed like she wanted it, too.

โ€œImpressive.โ€ He winked. โ€œStill, itโ€™s good to hear that you have an appreciation for the arts as well.โ€

She blushed. That comment hit a little too close to home. โ€œIโ€™ll find some time to stop by.โ€

โ€œWonderful. Jun Seo will be there next Thursday night, if you want to meetโ€ฆ them.โ€

Ainsley touched the edge of the table to steady herself. โ€œTheyโ€™ll be hereโ€ฆ in town?โ€ She was already calculating how she could rearrange things to be at the gallery.

โ€œThey personally supervise the set-up at all their new galleries.โ€ He grinned. โ€œSee, that whole pronoun thingโ€™s not so hard.โ€

She suppressed a snort. Boomers were always making such a big deal about it. โ€œLet me get those orders in for you.โ€ She gave them a small bowโ€”ingrained behavior from two decades growing up in the Kim householdโ€”and slipped away.

โ€œNeed anything here?โ€ she asked her next table, a young gay couple from the looks of it, who were busy staring rapturously into each otherโ€™s eyes like a couple lovestruck teenagers.

โ€œJust some water,โ€ the blond said, never breaking his gaze, his hand wrapped tightly around the other manโ€™s. A single plate of pasta sat between them.

โ€œYou got it.โ€

A two-for-one, or twofer, they called itโ€”when two clients shared a dish, usually to save costs.

Matteo had needed to raise prices again last month to account for inflation. Luckily Ragazzi was doing well enough that theyโ€™d expanded into a new addition, taking over the old bar next door for Diegoโ€™s cooking classes.

She twirled through the restaurant like a ballerina, checking on tables, her footsteps lighter than theyโ€™d been in months. Jun Seo Jang was coming to town. She had so many questions for them.

How did you find your inspiration? When did you know you wanted to be an artist? How did you let your parents down gently?

Ainsley Kim had a secret.

She wanted to be an artist more than anything else in the whole wide world. She wanted to create things, pieces of art that would make people frown and smile and nod knowingly as they stood in front of them, stroking their chins. Like her father did as a hobby.

She wanted to meet Jang, but she also wanted to become them.

The thought of life as a medical researcher left her cold, but her parents had invested so much in that dream, both money and hope. How could she bear to disappoint them?

Maybe it was better if she didnโ€™t go to the gallery on Thursday. Better for everyone involved.

Right?


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AUTHOR BIO

Scott lives with his husband Mark in a yellow bungalow in Sacramento. He was indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine. He devoured her library, but as he grew up, he wondered where all the people like him were.

He decided that if there werenโ€™t queer characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi, QueeRomance Ink, Liminal Fiction and Other Worlds Ink with Mark, sites that celebrate fiction reflecting queer reality, and was the committee chair for the Indie Authors Committee at the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA) for almost three years.

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Feuds and Interludes: Road to #Rocktoberfest 2024 by R.L. Merrill #BlogTour #NewRelease #OtherWorldsInk #LGBTQ+ #Contemporary #Romance #Giveaway #RockStars #MM

Moonbeams over Atlanta welcomes R.L. Merrill to the blog. Broken Mirror is the first book in the Resonant Earth series, and this second edition was released on August 16th, 2024. There is a Rafflecopter giveaway at the end of the post for Tortured Echoes, the sequel to Broken Mirror. Read on to discover more and good luck!

BOOK BLURB

From the award-winning author of Hurricane Reese, Summer of Hush, and You Can Do Magic comes a new rock star romance series inspired by legendary rock ‘n’ roll love affairs. Feuds and Interludes is a rivals-to-lovers, hurt/comfort love story complete with adorable septuagenarian lovebirds and beloved characters from Merrill’s previous rock-inspired series.

Boone Collins and Shane Butler are two of rock musicโ€™s brightest stars today. Their grandfathers founded a powerhouse rock supergroup that ruled the airwaves in the late 1970s, and the grandsons grew up in their shadows to become frontmen of their own successful bands. The epic rivalry between Boone and Shane is notorious, and itโ€™s about to blow up.

When Shaneโ€™s grandfather Bruce inducts his deceased bandmate into the Rock Music Hall of Fame, he admits to the world that he wrote the bandโ€™s biggest hit about his best friendโ€™s widowโ€”Booneโ€™s grandmother Vera Jean. The two want to rekindle their relationship, and their grandsons are determined to keep them apart. Only, working together for a common goal reveals surprising similarities between the rock stars as well as a chemistry they cannot ignore. Shane sees behind Booneโ€™s glittery facade to the secrets he hides from his bandmates, and Boone is there to pick up the pieces when Shaneโ€™s professional world implodes. Together, they plot a musical collaboration to celebrate their grandfathersโ€™ accomplishments instead of fightingโ€”a star-studded tribute at the storied Rocktoberfest event in the Nevada desertโ€”but will being in the spotlight prove to be too much for their fledgling romance to handle?

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SERIES BLURB

Feuds and Interludes is part of the multi-author Road to Rocktoberfest 2024 series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see what antics our bands get into next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for. Kick back, load up your kindle, and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!


EXCERPT

โ€œBoone, honey, will you zip me up?โ€

Vera Jean Collins had the kind of beauty that turned heads, the grace of a royal, and the unshakeable poise to shrug off even the most rabid paparazzi. And tonight, all those characteristics would be put to the test. 

Iโ€™d never get over how beautiful my grandmother was. The only constant in my life, she was my home, my role model, and my best friend. Wearing a form-fitting, sleeveless black dress adorned with iridescent rainbow sparkles, she had a youthful glow about her at sixty-eight years old and still commanded attention. A statuesque former actress, beleaguered rockstar wife, and now passionate philanthropist, Vera Jean Collins carried herself with an elegance that belied her years spent married to my lovable scoundrel of a grandfather. 

โ€œThat tuxedo is very flattering,โ€ she said as I stepped behind her and carefully zipped her dress to the nape of her neck. Sheโ€™d pulled her long silver hair into a twist that looked professionally done, and with her heels on, she stood nearly eye-to-eye with my five-eleven frame. โ€œI love the vest, too.โ€

I looked down at the navy velvet suit and gold brocade vest and smiled. โ€œThe tailor did a nice job taking it in. I think Papa would get a kick out of me wearing this. He loved this one.โ€ 

I held up the matching tie and she took it from me, gesturing for me to let her tie it. She looped it over my head and went to work, a wistful smile on her face. 

โ€œHe certainly did. He bought it to irritate me, and then was frustrated when I told him that I loved how it brought out the blue in his eyes. He was always trying to pull a fast one on me.โ€

โ€œAnd youโ€™d always call his bluff.โ€

She handed me her diamond choker to fasten, and I winced when I noticed her hands were shaking. She was so brave, no matter the challenge before her, but Iโ€™d learned to notice the subtle traces of her struggles. Tonight her task would be smiling and waving at her deceased husbandโ€™s adoring fans and colleagues as he was posthumously inducted into the Rock Hall. I knew she missed him terribly. We both did. 

โ€œKept things fun,โ€ she said with a little shrug. She ran her fingers over her choker and relaxed her shoulders. โ€œAlways kept him guessing.โ€

I had my own reason for being nervous. My band, Stellar, was chosen to lead the tribute performance. In a few hours, I would be performing for an arena full of my musical heroes. With Bruce Duncan. I usually did my best when under pressure, but this was ridiculous. 

โ€œIt was weird seeing Bruce at rehearsal.โ€

Iโ€™d grown up hearing the stories of when he and my grandfather ruled the world, but I hadnโ€™t seen him in years and had no idea what to make of him as a person. 

โ€œOh? How so?โ€

Gran stopped what she was doing and turned to face me.

โ€œHe talked to everyone else in the room but me. Well, he scolded me about the timing on one of the songs.โ€

โ€œRelax, darling,โ€ she said as she fastened her bracelet. โ€œHeโ€™s probably just as nervous as you.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not nervous. I know these songs like the back of my hand.โ€

โ€œRight,โ€ she said as she looked me up and down. โ€œAnd thatโ€™s why your shirt is misbuttoned.โ€

I ran my hand down my shirt, and sure enough, Iโ€™d missed a button and the thing had a big bump in the middle sticking out from my vest. I went about undoing and redoing my shirt and vest. Youโ€™d think by the age of thirty, Iโ€™d be able to dress myself. Youโ€™d be wrong, apparently. 

โ€œYeah, well, his infuriating grandson has probably told him terrible things about me.โ€

โ€œOh, nonsense. Shane is a good boy.โ€

โ€œBoy? Heโ€™s two years older than me.โ€

โ€œYou two have more in common than youโ€™d think.โ€

โ€œHeโ€™s determined to be rude to me, so I guess Iโ€™ll never know.โ€ย 

She was right in the sense that we came from similar backgrounds, but thatโ€™s where the similarities ended. I put together a band of unique artists interested in playing smart rock music with a point and a backbone. Shane was a hotheaded, brilliant musician who, instead of following in his grandfatherโ€™s virtuoso footsteps, had chosen to while away his time in a mediocre albeit popular metal band, making record after record of predictable drivel. He could do so much better. 

โ€œMaybe if you two walked a mile in each otherโ€™s shoes, youโ€™d get along better. Speaking of which, do you have to wear those shoes?โ€

I looked at my feet and back at her. โ€œMy Chucks? Of course, Iโ€™m wearing my Chucks. Theyโ€™re custom-made. Most comfortable shoes I own.โ€ Iโ€™d chosen my gold sparkly ones tonight to match the tuxedo, so they really stood out. 

She exhaled through her nose and raised an eyebrow at me. โ€œYouโ€™re lucky youโ€™re so handsome,โ€ she said as she fastened her dangly diamond earrings. โ€œYou get away with a lot more that way.โ€

โ€œAnd you wouldnโ€™t let just anyone escort you tonight. Right. You said that already.โ€ She could tease me all she wanted. I knew how much she loved me. 

โ€œAre you almost ready? Or do you have more metal to put in your head?โ€

She smiled sweetly at me and I rolled my eyes. I adjusted my septum piercing and ran my fingers over the thick silver rings in both ears. I had a stud through my tongue as well. 

โ€œI think Iโ€™m good.โ€ I crossed my eyes at her and she wrinkled her nose. Then her smile morphed into that grandmotherly look I recognized. 

โ€œHow about you, Boone? How are you feeling?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m okay. All good.โ€

Iโ€™m not changing the shoes, though. I mentally stuck my tongue out at her. 

Gran slipped her hand through my offered arm and I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. 

โ€œChin up, tits out,โ€ she muttered. 

โ€œIโ€™ll try to remember that.โ€

She subtly hip-bumped me and put on her most dazzling smile, no doubt practicing for the evening ahead.

I loved this woman, owed her my life, and I would stand by her side no matter what. I wanted her to be happy. She deserved happy. 

As for me? I just needed to survive without making a fool of myself. I knew I was good enough to keep up with the likes of Bruce Duncan, but heโ€™d rattled me more than I let on at that rehearsal. The idea that I wouldnโ€™t do my grandfatherโ€™s music justice terrified me. 

Papa taught me everything I needed to know to launch my career. I would do him proud tonight. 

And if that meant dealing with the likes of Bruce Duncan or his aggravating grandson, Shane Butler, so be it. 


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Whether sheโ€™s writing contemporary romance featuring quirky and relatable characters or diving deep into the paranormal and supernatural to give readers a shiver, R.L. Merrill loves creating compelling, diverse, and inclusive stories that will stay with readers long after. Winner of the Kathryn Hayes โ€œWhen Sparks Flyโ€ Best Contemporary award for Hurricane Reese, Paranormal Romance Guildโ€™s Best Rockstar Romance for You Can Do Magic, and Daphne DuMaurier finalist for Connection, Ro spends every spare moment improving her writing craft and striving to find that perfect balance between real-life and happily ever after. You can find her connecting with readers on social media, advocating for Americaโ€™s youth, cruising around town with Great Dane Velma, cuddling with twin black cat familiars Frankenstein and Dracula, or headbanging at a rock show near her home in the San Francisco Bay Area! Stay Tuned for moreโ€ฆ

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It’s almost the end of April and another free book for joining #newsletter #newslettersignup #freebook #queeromanceink #LGBTQ+ #epilogue

This month, I have Together as part of the freebie giveaway if you sign up for QueeRomance Ink’s Newsletter. These stories are more towards romance with MM characters and Gay literature.

Together is the first story I wrote and published with Amazon and was part of a people of color charity anthology back in 2017-2018 originally called Beautiful Skin. I was proud to be a part of it because stories about people of color, or written by people of color, are beautiful and make the work richer. The anthology is out of print now, but the story is still available. A couple of years later, I wrote a flash fiction ficlit, an epilogue of sorts, as part of a blog tour I did August 2020. Thank you again to Sharita for the idea so many years ago. You will need to read Together in order to enjoy the vignette below.

While re-reading it for this post, I did a little more editing on it so it would flow a bit better. This is version two of the teaser that hasn’t been published before. -wink- Eventually, I will re-release Together with the epilogue. Perhaps I can get my act together this year. ๐Ÿ™‚

~Eloreen

Saturday Night Date Night

Victor

It was Saturday morning and my turn to pick what we were going to do for our date night tonight. I thought making plans for two people for semi-regular dates was nail-biting. Try planning a date for three people regularly. We all have such different tastes and personalities that it can be a challenge. Luckily, we took turns choosing. If I had to do this every time, Iโ€™d go crazy and probably flail.

โ€œWhatcha doing?โ€ Enrique Cruz, my little writer said faintly but rapidly getting closer, startling me slightly. I quickly closed out of the browser I was looking at so he wouldnโ€™t find out my plans and ruin the surprise. I had set things up to do this thing a few weeks ago with my best friend and business partner, Angela Carter, since I was neck deep on some major software updates that weโ€™d rolled out for our mobile game we had first released a couple years ago. This Saturday night date night was special and too important to not have help. It was the one-year anniversary of myself, Enrique, and our other partner, Miguel Armenta, finally getting together as committed partners to each other. If the three of us could legally marry, I would have popped the question a while ago.

When he got close enough, I turned around in my chair and quickly pulled him into my arms and lap for a quick peck on the lips as a distraction. Except, it wasnโ€™t quick. At all. He deepened it and claimed my mouth like it was going to disappear. Silly man. I wasnโ€™t going anywhere.

Someone moaned. Might have been me. Then I felt another set of hands sliding down my naked chest as I had just gotten up from our bed earlier and didnโ€™t bother to put a shirt on to finish the plans.

I gasped a mumbled explicative as my senses fired up when Miguelโ€™s hands found my nipples and started rubbing them just like I like them. Something was nagging at me though. Something important.

Suddenly, I wrenched my now swollen lips away from Enโ€™s assault and placed my hands on Elโ€™s to stop his movement. I panted a little while I waited for my brain cells to get online and thing again. Fuck, we didnโ€™t have time for round two.

โ€œStop.โ€

They tensed, stilling instantly.

โ€œSorry, nothingโ€™s wrong, loves.โ€ I kissed En first to reassure and then turned my chair, vaguely noticing that at some point the screensaver had kicked in and my chair was sideways. Someone must have moved me to get to me, the little minx.

โ€œMorninโ€™,โ€ I gave El a kiss on his impish lips to reassure him as well. They both relaxed and then I had a double lap full of my men. Good thing I had splurged for a high-weight computer chair.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, my dears,โ€ I started after they settled. โ€œWhile I would love to go back to bed, we need to get ready for tonightโ€™s date.โ€

Miguel glanced at the clock on the screensaver. โ€œItโ€™s only 11 am.โ€ He turned back to me, confusion in his blue eyes. Then they cleared and narrowed. โ€œWhat did you plan?โ€ He stood up to get a better look at my facial expressions.

I was so close. I really couldnโ€™t hide anything from El. Both of them really, but especially El with his sharp litigator mind. Itโ€™s why I had Angela make the arrangements in the first place. I was about to see the details of said plan when En came into the room.

โ€œNothing,โ€ I said innocently. Not really, and it wasnโ€™t working for either of them if their disbelieving expression where anything to go by.

โ€œUh, huh,โ€ En said flatly, and stood up too. Yeah, that didnโ€™t work either. En was a sharp observer too. They put their crossed arms on their equally naked chests nearly at the same time. That was hot.

I broke down. โ€œOk, there is something going on with tonightโ€™s date night, but I actually donโ€™t know what the details are yet.โ€ I looked at them sheepishly. Out of habit when I got embarrassed about something, I looked down pulling my dreads forward and tried to hide behind them.

โ€œLook at me,โ€ El said with love and reassurance in his voice. I felt his hand gently lift my chin so I would look at him. When our eyes met, he continued. โ€œI love you. You know we will love anything you have planned for us.โ€

โ€œYes, but I wanted it to be a surprise,โ€ I sighed. โ€œItโ€™s why I had Ang make all the arrangements with my contingencies in case there was something on my initial list that wouldnโ€™t work.โ€ I had several options and back up plans to keep this particular date a surprise that I had to keep myself in the dark too.

En interjected, โ€œYou are fine, honey. I love you, too.โ€ He put his hand on my neck and his forehead to mine. I closed my eyes content as they both returned to my arms and lap.

Speaking of lap, we needed to get moving if we were going to get started on this afternoonโ€™s activities. โ€œLet me up,โ€ I said as I gently pushed them to their feet.

โ€œThereโ€™s stuff starting in an hour or two and we are ending at The Melting Pot downtown.โ€ I said the last thing absently missing the expressions on my menโ€™s understanding faces as I went back to the computer.

โ€œFuck me, heโ€™s proposing,โ€ En blurted out at the same time El sucked in a breath shocked.

I paused from logging in. Damn, they really did know me well.

Down the Line (Jake’s Bar 04) by AG Meiers #BlogTour #NewRelease #OtherWorldsInk #Romance #LGBTQ+ #Giveaway #Suspense #Gay

Moonbeams over Atlanta welcomes AG Meiers. She has a new gay romantic suspense in her Jake’s Bar series Book 4: Down the Line.

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Revenge is a Dangerous Obsession.

Dean Hunt needs the story of a lifetimeโ€”Since his uncompromising attitude got him fired, the investigative journalist is hell-bent to expose the powerful and corrupt Conway family. Itโ€™s a career move, and absolutely not a vendetta against the oldest son Noel, who ghosted Dean after a mind-blowing weekend together.

Noel Conway needs a new startโ€”After years away, Noel has come home to rebuild the bridges heโ€™s burned. Too bad his past caused a ripple effect he canโ€™t outrun. Now, heโ€™s asked to save his family from the one man he never expected to see again but canโ€™t forget.

Dean is chasing front-page news, and Noel is trying to protect the ones he loves. But the line between enemies and lovers gets blurred when a dangerous criminal from Noelโ€™s past resurfaces. Will the truth shatter their tentative trust? Or do they have a shot at happily ever after?

But none of that matters when suddenly Noel disappearsโ€ฆ

Down the Line, the final book in the award-winning Jakeโ€™s Bar series, is a spicy, M/M romantic suspense featuring a rainbow-colored bar full of quirky characters, and all the romance you can handle. So, download today, and get ready to fall in love with Jakeโ€™s Bar.

Warnings: smoking cigarettes and weed in the hot tub, kidnapping (on page scenes restrained), verbally abusive father

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As Dean reached the top of the staircase, a man stepped out of the shadows in front of his door. Dean straightened his shoulders. โ€œDetective Conway.โ€

โ€œHunt.โ€

In a parallel universe, they might have been friends. They were fighting the same fight. Had the same enemies. In this world, they werenโ€™t brothers in arms. In this world, Dean had been cast as the villain.

โ€œHow can I help you this fine morning?โ€

โ€œOpen the door. We gotta talk.โ€

โ€œLook, itโ€™s been a long nightโ€”โ€

โ€œJust open the damn door.โ€ Conway snarled, pushing into Deanโ€™s personal space.

Dean stood his ground. โ€œAre you here in an official capacity? Because then, the answer is no, I wonโ€™t let you in. You have no warrant, no permission to search my property. I donโ€™t consentโ€”โ€

โ€œJust shut the fuck up. None of us wants this shitshow to be on the record,โ€ Con growled.

Dean, curious, took a step back and raised his empty hand, palm up. โ€œOkay.โ€

He fished for his key, pushed open the door, and quickly disarmed his alarm system. Conway didnโ€™t wait to be invited in, just crossed the living room, dropped his shearling coat onto the sofa, then walked over to the large window overlooking the river.

The view was the only redeeming feature of Deanโ€™s otherwise-generic apartment. The mess didnโ€™t help. There were dirty dishes piled up in the sink, a pizza box on the breakfast counter separating the cramped kitchen from the living room, and an unmade bed in the other corner of the room.

โ€œFor a guy who anxiously waited at my doorstep, youโ€™re awfully quiet.โ€ Dean smirked. โ€œCoffee?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€ Conway turned his back, now studying the row of framed newspaper front pages Dean had hung on the apartmentโ€™s interior wall. His personal collection of historic headlinesโ€”headlines that changed the world.

The oldest was from July 6, 1776. The Pennsylvania Evening Post, printing the Declaration of Independence on its front page. Next to it, the Daily Telegram, declaring the end of the Second World War. The two most recent, the New York Timesโ€™ โ€œOBAMA: Racial barrier falls in heavy turnoutโ€ and, of course, the front page the day after 9/11.

Dean had added a few more personal favorites, like Moneta J. Sleetโ€™s photography of Coretta Scott King at MLKโ€™s funeral. The first Black man to win the Pulitzer for journalism.

Conway took his time examining each framed newspaper. Dean already regretted allowing the intrusion into his space. He felt exposedโ€”vulnerableโ€”under silent scrutiny.

Irritated, he started banging around the kitchen. He was in no mood to explain that looking at those headlines every day fueled his ambitions and inspired his dreams. Dean believed with every fiber of his being in the power of a free and independent press.

He turned on the coffee machine and leaned against the counter. As if Conway felt Deanโ€™s angry glare across the room, he finally turned and stared right back. For a moment, they engaged in a silent standoff.

Unease flittered through Dean. Camille had been right. Her brother was seething with anger. And Dean had no fucking idea what heโ€™d done to piss him off. He sighed and shook his head, then took two mugs out of the cabinet and put them onto the island. โ€œMiguel, have a damn coffee. You look like you need it.โ€

โ€œSays the man who clearly slept in his party clothes and crept home at sunup.โ€

โ€œGuilty as charged.โ€ Dean shrugged.

Conway curled his lip. โ€œI do not know what my sister sees in you.โ€

It wasnโ€™t a question, so Dean didnโ€™t bother with an answer. โ€œYou wanted to talk? So, talk.โ€

Instead of talking, though, Conway pulled out a stack of papers. Pushing aside the coffee cups to make room, he spread them out over the counter.

Dean froze. The first blurry photograph featured Dean in another manโ€™s arms. In the next, the same man was pressing Dean against a white porch railing, his own hands tangled in the manโ€™s messy curls. Conway fanned the stack, revealing nearly a dozen more.

Dean and Noel Conway, kissing.

Suddenly, he was there again, the ocean breeze tugging on his clothes. Noelโ€™s warm skin, tasting like sunshine and a hint of salt, his eyes blown with desire. Goddamn, so fucking beautiful, with that shy smile, whispered promisesโ€”

Deanโ€™s throat was desert dry. His ragged breath and the hissing of the coffee machine came together like a fucking symphony. โ€œIโ€”โ€

โ€œSave it. My sister thinks youโ€™re this hotshot journalist. Full of passion. Braving adversity. Motivated by a noble cause. Yeah, fuck that. Youโ€™re after my family because Noel pounded your ass, then dropped you like he does everybody else. Your prideโ€”your precious egoโ€”is hurt because youโ€™re just another notch in my brotherโ€™s carved-up bedpost.โ€

Conway grabbed his jacket and walked to the door. He turned and added, โ€œWatch it, Hunt. You got no job. No friends. No prospects. But if you think youโ€™ve reached rock bottom, think again.โ€

Dean contained himself until he heard his door close with a soft click. Only then did he allow himself to swipe papers, cups, and the fucking photos off his counter. The cups shattered on the tile floor.

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Eighteen years ago, AG Meiers came to the US for adventure and stayed for love. Currently, she lives in New England with her husband and two awesome kidsโ€”balancing work, friends and family, and writing.

When she has some free time, her favorite thing to do is travel and visit new places. Her past trips have already brought her to a variety of countries on four continents. She never passes up an opportunity to experience different cultures, diverse people and amazing locations.

Even though she has been dreaming up stories all her life, she has only recently started to write them down and share them with the world. As a writer she loves to put her characters through a lot of challenges, conflict and heartbreak, before she allows them to find their happy-ever-after.

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Earthquake Ethan (Forces of Nature 03) by R.L. Merrill #BlogTour #NewRelease #Romance #LGBTQ+ #Gay #Giveaway

Moonbeams over Atlanta welcomes R.L. Merrill today. She has a new contemporary MM romance out, in her Forces of Nature series, Book 3: Earthquake Ethan.

Forces of Nature Book Three Earthquake Ethan by R.L. Merrill

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The Earth shook the morning actor Ethan Bradley arrived in Los Angeles looking for a second chance. He hoped his former producers Reese Matheson and Toby Griffiths meant it when they said to look them up if he were ever in LA because he had no other options. The pictures the paparazzi took at the wrap party for their London show made sure of that. What he wasnโ€™t counting on was the reception he got from their manager, Arthur Frye. He was absolutely the kind of together guy Ethan wished would notice him, and for more than his pretty face and talent. Too bad Arthur only sees Ethan as a complication.

Arthur Frye has his hands full with his best clientsโ€”and best friends. The last thing he needs is another diva to care for, especially one who has a reputation for causing trouble. He has a strict rule against getting involved with the talent, no matter how pretty they are. Only Ethan Bradley shines for real, and when Arthur realizes his nice-guy innocence is genuine, heโ€™s ready to do anything to help Ethan get his career back on track and get him out of LA. Heโ€™s too much of a temptation, and Arthur canโ€™t afford to lose focusโ€ฆnot even for a chance at happiness for himself. Especially not when his star clients are about to risk their professional and personal happiness with their newest creation; a musical about two boys falling in love in the 1960s featuring music written by Reeseโ€™s grandfather, whose health is in decline.

Ethan Bradley shakes things up wherever he goes, and Arthur Frye is afraid heโ€™ll be left in the wreckage if he gets too close. Can these two opposites find love on solid ground?

Warnings: implied sexual abuse off page

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Forces of Nature follows a group of talented men who are natural disasters, and the men who love them.

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The morning after Ethan Bradley landed at LAX the earth shook. Literally. Being from Iowa, heโ€™d always been afraid of earthquakes. He remembered watching footage when he was a little boy of the one that hit Northridge and it stayed with him. Heโ€™d even turned down a part in the film San Andreas because he was terrified of the real thing.

Plusโ€”at the timeโ€”heโ€™d wanted to be considered a serious actor, and accepting a role in a Hollywood disaster blockbuster didnโ€™t fit in with his professional goals. Instead, heโ€™d ended up going to London to film a clever romantic comedy. Then came the stage and more accolades at the age of twenty-six than heโ€™d imagined possible.

When his hotel room rattled his first morning in LA and sent him diving under the desk in the early hours, heโ€™d wished heโ€™d stayed.

But London had nothing to offer him after the paparazzi ruined his life, and he couldnโ€™t go home. So there he was, back in the states, and ready to grovel before his former producerโ€”and crushโ€”for a role, any role, that would allow him to get back to doing what he lovedโ€ฆacting, singing, performing.

Love was a strong word. It was what he knew, what he was good at, where his God-given talents lay.

Heโ€™d come to LA with a plan. Sort of. Go see Reese Matheson. Pray he opened the door and took pity on him. And that he didnโ€™t hold a grudge.

He plugged the Malibu address heโ€™d gotten from his London managerโ€™s office into the Lyft app and went outside to wait for his ride. And prayed.

If Reese wouldnโ€™t see him, he had a plan B.

Heโ€™d go to see Reeseโ€™s business partner Toby Griffiths. Which was probably a terrible idea, but the best he had.

Because there was no plan C.

He had exactly fifty dollars cash on him and a credit card dangerously close to being maxed out. Rock bottom was flying up to meet him fast.

The Lyft driver dropped him off at the end of a long driveway leading to a quaint little house that backed up to the Malibu shoreline. He knew nine oโ€™clock on a Sunday morning was early, but the earthquake had shaken him so much, he couldnโ€™t wait to get out of his room at the Holiday Inn. Heโ€™d been to LA before to promote his films, but heโ€™d never felt comfortable among the glitz and glamour of Hollywood and Beverly Hills.

Malibu had the scenery people thought of when they imagined Southern California. Palm trees, mountains that broke off into the sea, miles of sand with beautiful people jogging along the waterโ€™s edge. It was picturesque, and sometimes clichรฉ. For Ethan, it represented his last hope.

He climbed the steps, cleared his throat, reached for that enthusiastic confidence that used to come so easy for him once upon a timeโ€”

The door opened before he even had a chance to knock.

The short Filipino man standing there in a pair of scrubs had one eyebrow raised and a hand on his hip.

โ€œCan I help you?โ€

His tone didnโ€™t come across as helpful, despite his words.

โ€œYeah, sorry. Iโ€™m looking for Reese Matheson? My name isโ€”โ€œ

โ€œI know who you are.โ€ The manโ€™s raised eyebrow turned into a frown. โ€œJust a minute,โ€ he said before closing the door with a little less force than a slam.

Breathe. Itโ€™s fine. Reese is a good guy. He wonโ€™t be angry that I showed up. Heโ€™s a generous, kind personโ€”


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R.L. Merrill brings you stories of Hope, Love, and Rock ‘n’ Roll featuring quirky and relatable characters. Whether sheโ€™s writing about contemporary issues that affect us all or diving deep into the paranormal and supernatural to give readers a shiver, she loves creating compelling stories that will stay with readers long after.

Winner of the Kathryn Hayes โ€œWhen Sparks Flyโ€ Best Contemporary award for Hurricane Reese, Foreword INDIES finalist for Summer of Hush and RONE finalist for Typhoon Toby, Ro spends every spare moment improving her writing craft and striving to find that perfect balance between real-life and happily ever after.

She writes diverse and inclusive romance, contributes paranormal hilarity to Robyn Petermanโ€™s Magic and Mayhem Universe, and works on various other writing and mentoring projects that tickle her fancy or benefit a worthy cause. You can find her connecting with readers on social media, educating Americaโ€™s youth, raising two brilliant teenagers, trying desperately to get that back piece finished in the tattoo chair, or headbanging at a rock show near her home in the San Francisco Bay Area! Stay Tuned for more Rock ‘n’ Romance.

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Title: The London Chance

Author: Lane Hayes

Publisher: Lane Hayes

Release Date: July 25, 2023

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 27,500

Genre: Romance, Romantic Comedy, Bisexual Romance, Gay Romance, Humor, Contemporary Romance

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Two strangers, an online dating app, and a chance at foreverโ€ฆ Chance After months of online correspondence with a sexy businessman, weโ€™re finally meeting in personโ€”in London, no less! Okay. Itโ€™s a casual meet-up. Nothing to get excited about. I fully understand that online connections donโ€™t always translate in person. Roman could be pompous or worseโ€ฆboring. Wish me luck! Roman Dinner with my online โ€œfriendโ€ doesnโ€™t go well. I shouldnโ€™t be disappointed. Thatโ€™s life. But just as Iโ€™m ready to write our peculiar acquaintanceship off, Chance turns up unexpectedly at a karaoke bar. Donโ€™t ask what Iโ€™m doing there. I have no idea. However, I donโ€™t mind at all. It feels like the universe is giving us a cosmic redo. Sure, Chance lives in California and my home is in the UK now, but this feels like the real thing. Something worth taking a chance on. A forever chance. The London Chance is an MM, bisexual romance featuring an American, a Canadian, a dating app, and an unexpected HEA.

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โ€œWhat time is it?โ€ I grumbled, rubbing my stubbled jaw. โ€œHalf one,โ€ a deep, rumbly voice replied. I spun on my heels with my mouth wide open, unsure where to begin. An apology, a thank-you, maybe even a fuck-you.โ€ฆWords werenโ€™t my friend without caffeine and if it was really one thirty in the afternoon, I was going to have a difficult time navigating this one. If I was going to unravel in a foreign country, was an audience necessary? And better questionโ€ฆdid it have to be this man? Roman stepped into the room, instantly taking over the space. The combination of his height, broad shoulders, and broody presence made him seem intimidating as fuck even in a navy V-neck sweater, casual jeans, and bare feet. His hair flopped roguishly over his right eye, which should have softened his sharp features, butโ€ฆit didnโ€™t. He was devilishly handsome and sexy andโ€” I think I puked on his shoes last night. Oh, please let this be a bad dream. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping for a scene change and a new cast when I opened them again. Nope. I was still in Romanโ€™s guest room, standing three feet from the man himself, wearing his T-shirt andโ€” โ€œAre these your boxers?โ€ I asked, plucking at the silky red fabric. One corner of his mouth twisted in wry amusement. โ€œThey were a gift. You can have them. How are you feeling?โ€ I wrinkled my nose. โ€œIโ€™ve been better. Iโ€™m sorry aboutโ€”โ€ โ€œDonโ€™t worry about it.โ€ He waved dismissively and moved to the doorway. โ€œWould you like coffee or tea?โ€ โ€œCoffee, please.โ€ He smiled kindly. โ€œYou got it. Iโ€™ll make toast and bacon too.โ€ โ€œThank you. Coffee is fine, butโ€”โ€ I paused to look around the immaculate room. โ€œI need my clothes.โ€ โ€œTrust me. You donโ€™t want your clothes.โ€ โ€œHuh?โ€ โ€œI threw your socks and underwear in the wash, but your suit and shirt needed to be dry-cleaned. Theyโ€™ll be ready tomorrow. Iโ€™ll grab a pair of sweatpants and socks for you. Youโ€™re welcome to shower. The toothbrush on the counter is the one you used last night. Iโ€™ll leave clothes on the banister for you. Meet me downstairs when youโ€™re ready.โ€ Roman was gone before I could thank him or protest. I decided I wasnโ€™t ready to deal with the fuzzier parts of last night that had resulted in my clothing immediately needing to be dry-cleaned. I headed for the bathroom instead. The deliciously hot shower under a wide spray felt so amazing, I never wanted to get out. And the thick towel on the warming rack was a slice of nirvana. I dried myself, then wrapped the towel around my waist and wiped steam off the mirror. I scanned the marble-and-glass haven as I brushed my teeth, sighing at the very unwelcome memory of kneeling on the tiled floor in front of the porcelain god. How was I going to face this man? Iโ€™d been a fucking mess last night. Running into traffic, dancing in the rainโ€ฆand ohโ€ฆshit. Iโ€™d called him daddy. More than once. Heat bloomed across my cheeks as I rinsed and patted my mouth dry, but I couldnโ€™t exactly hide in here. I slipped the boxers and tee on and found a pair of gray sweats and black socks perched on the banister post where Roman said theyโ€™d be. I finished dressing, finger-combed my short hair, and took one last cleansing breath before following the scent of coffee downstairs.

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Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.

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This is a blog hop from the Marketing for Romance Writers Book Hooks Blog Hop promotion that happens on Wednesdays. Since this weekly Blog Hop coincides with the last day that the Together eBook is free on Amazon, I thought I would participate. If you have Kindle Unlimited, it’s free to borrow as well. There is also a paperback format if you would prefer to hold it in your hand. Below is an excerpt from the story. Enjoy!

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Iโ€™d returned to Atlanta the month prior to meeting up with El and En again that sunny day a week ago. I needed to do the final touches on the youth center Iโ€™d helped create before the official opening the following week. Angela Carter, my best friend from college, followed me, helping with my new software creation business and the volunteer work I did including the LGBTQ+ youths the center focused on. Iโ€™d gone out on my own as a game designer consultant about a year ago when flexibility and opportunity landed in my lap. The financial aspect wasnโ€™t too shabby either. The game Iโ€™d helped create then would release soon, and preorders were looking promising. I had other software projects in the works, but the game was the first where I was part of the full cycle. I was pleased with my stable finances, but my thoughts went back to El and En. I had kept my contact with them to the bare minimum since their marriage weekend. Enough contact that I hadnโ€™t quite disappeared off the face of the planet, but not as much as Iโ€™d had when Iโ€™d gone away for college.

โ€œYou are such a coward, Vicky boy.โ€ Angela startled me out of my musings.

Considering we were meeting up for the post mortem on the fundraiser for said youth center she partnered with me, it was a wonder I had forgotten where I was.

โ€œI know,โ€ I agreed with her.

Angela and I had briefly dated while at college. She in her tailored, tan skirt suitโ€”a six-foot, blonde-haired Amazonian woman with legs for miles and a heart of goldโ€”to my introverted, brooding, and muscled sport-jacket-and-slacks self. While I was attracted enough to go on a few dates, my heart belonged to my men, and our dating relationship never went further. She had wheedled the story out of me not too long after our second date over drinks at a bar, and we had been friends and business partners since.

She stepped away from the conference table in the office we rented in Midtown. Since that was where weโ€™d opened the center, it was the best location to have it all. I had a place not two blocks from both the center and the office. The commute was great.

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-waves- I should have posted this yesterday. Oh well. The life of living with a forgetful brain. I’ve been coping so far with likely undiagnosed ADHD.

Together is free on Amazon for a limited time: July 1st – 5th, 2023. If you have Kindle Unlimited, it’s free to borrow as well.

I’ve been mulling in the back of my mind to re-edit and add the epilogue I wrote for a blog tour I did a few years later. It’s been a thing to get started. There are several stories that I would like to republish and some that I would like to finish. With the holiday weekend (ish, still have to work at the Day Job tomorrow, but I have the 4th of July off), perhaps I can start on something. Story of a writer’s life. -smile-

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Apologies everyone who was a newsletter subscriber and it stopped and faded away fall of 2022. I just found the emails that Mailchimp had sent then that they deleted my account when it went inactive for 24 months. Oops!

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I’m working on recreating my newsletter with Mailchimp and re-adding what I had before. I believe I’ve relinked my Mailchimp account so my blog should post to it again. Not that I have any subscribers anymore. Oh well. Such is life.

Mailchimp changed a bit so I’m trying to figure out what I should do. Being out of pocket in writing and online presence in general for the last four years is tough. Covid fog is a thing. I’m slowly coming out of my self-induced online isolation as I slowly come out of the offline one. I’m an introvert (most everyone who knows me in person will know this) and so not being social is the norm most of the time. I do like to see people on occasion, and I live in a polyamorous household, but I do have to retreat to my bedroom to recover from socializing. I’m hoping that I have enough spoons to see this through.

If you are one of those that would like to be back on the newsletter, feel free to email me and I can add you again. I believe I have a signup form back on my blog but it might be pretty bare bones as I get everything setup in the next week or two. As always, if you do signup up and want to opt-out later, feel free to do so. Previously, I provided a free copy of one of my earlier works for signing up called Charon’s Dilemma via the automation of Mailchimp but I don’t quite have that updated yet. If you would like it, sign up for my newsletter and let me know to send it to you and I’ll manually send it in whichever format you prefer. I have EPUB, MOBI, and PDF. If you are like me and like all formats, I can send that too. ๐Ÿ˜€

Stay tuned to the blog and I will follow up as things progress.

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To celebrate getting back into things with writing and online presence, I’m running a book promotion for the US Independence Day (July 4th) weekend July 1st through 5th since the 4th is on a Tuesday for my eBook of Together on Amazon.com worldwide where you can purchase it for free. It’s on Kindle Unlimited as well but I thought I would see if others who don’t have Kindle Unlimited would like it too. If you would like the book, please purchase during this time and consider doing a review on Goodreads and/or Amazon and sharing on social media. I’m most everywhere even if I’m not active on the platform specifically currently. I’m trying to get back into the social media game. ๐Ÿ™‚

Along those lines, I will potentially do a second version of the book to include the short story I wrote for a blog tour I did for Together as an epilogue a few years ago. Some of the people who had read it before then wanted more about my characters. I appreciate my readers especially those who give me feedback as well. Really, Really, please let me know how you like it especially if this is the first time you have read anything of mine. If there was something you didn’t like, or formatting issues, let me know directly with feedback from here or directly to my email that’s posted on my About Eloreen Moon page. I’m still pondering and may look into do some editing of both before publishing them together for the first time. It may or may not have a new cover (I really like my cover) but refreshing covers is something that is done in this industry. I will have to see after I do edits and figure out costs for all of it.

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For those that want more writings from me, I do have flash fiction published in a few anthologies (details in About Eloreen Moon page here and Goodreads.com) on topics across all LGBTQ+ and genres. I’m working on a few new projects and will probably edit and re-publish other writings I did in the beginning, including Charon’s Dilemma and Coil Me Up. It’s one of those things that I will start somewhere one word at a time. It’s a little daunting being out of the loop for so long and starting up again. It’s almost like starting over but different. -wry smile-

Speaking of Coil Me Up, I talked with Adan recently and she’s given permission to re-edit and re-publish it fully under me again. She had helped me with writing a few chapters to get it finished for the the contest that inspired the story when it was originally published in October 2015 and hasn’t had motivation to write for quite awhile. I hope that we get to collaborate on something new as it was a lot of fun working with her. It is about snake shifters and if that’s not your thing, feel free to pass it up.

I think I will close with a picture of my favorite flower that’s about to bloom this year: Oriental Stargazer Lilies. I used to have Starfighters but I think they died out several years ago and these have been going strong for at least 4-5 years now. I’m not 100% sure but I think the ground-cover plant below them are baby strawberries from another pot elsewhere on the porch…