Friday, March 21, 2025

To be a Fae



Title: To be a Fae (Realm Chronicles 5)

Author: Tricia Copeland

Genre: YA fantasy

Publication Date: July 29th, 2025

Cover Design: Shower of Schmidt Designs

Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR


Blurb: 
Evil lurks in unexpected places.


Poised to usher in a new era of unity for all fae, Queen Titania grasps for a solution for her people. With chaos in the human realm and her own, she’s stretched to make progress in either.
She finds she can’t turn her back on the witches when they’re so close to finding the key to ending Sonia’s reign of terror, but Titania worries for her fae and their need for continuity.
Both realms are on a collision course with chaos, and Titania must choose whether her people will be best served by aiding in the battle the witches wage against Sonia or by stabilizing warring forces in the fae realm.
One fateful day turns the tide, leaving Titania questioning all her allies.
How do you stop evil when it resides within everyone?
To be a Fae
 is the final book in the Realm Chronicles series and a harrowing, twisted tale of a fae queen’s attempts to secure the realms of Middle and Upper Earth.


Read 
To be a Fae to embolden Titania as she fights for peace today!


Tricia Copeland believes in finding magic. She thinks magic infuses every aspect of our lives, whether it is the magic of falling in love, discovering a new passion, a beautiful sunset, or a book that transports us to another world. An avid runner and Georgia native, Tricia now lives with her family and four-legged friends in Colorado. Find all her titles from contemporary romance and fantasy, to dystopian fiction at www.triciacopeland.com.




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Sinfully Mine



Title: Sinfully Mine
Series: Royal Bastards MC: Tonopah, NV #20
Author: Nikki Landis
Genres: Dark MC/Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Tropes: Found Family/Touch Her and Die/One Bed
Voyeurism/Dirty Talk/Holiday Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2025


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Xenon:
I’m the tech expert for my motorcycle club.
It’s because of me that we’ve interrupted the trafficking ring in Nevada.
I have cameras in multiple cities, and I’m always watching.
But the long, lonely nights have taken a toll.
When I find an online game and a new friend, all that begins to change.
GivemeGracexx411 has the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
It’s not long before we’re chatting outside our nightly games.
And now she wants to meet.

I’ve always been a geek and gamer; it shocks people when they find out.
Maybe it’s all the dark ink on my body or the fact that I put so many hours in the gym.
I don’t look anything like my profile pic, and that’s intentional.
The internet is forever. Nothing can hide for long.
I don’t know if I want Grace to know the biker half of my life.
But one night, she forgets to log off her computer and shut down the camera.

And that’s when I meet Grace’s other persona, Dolly.
I can’t stop watching as she strips, parts her thighs, and begins a whole different game with her viewers.
They get to watch her up close on her laptop. But I get to see every part of her.
In an instant, I’m addicted. I need more.
But when she finds the camera on her computer still running, she shuts me out.

Cat and Mouse is my favorite game.
I’ve always been good at stalking my prey.
And now Grace is my sweet, scared little mouse.
I do love it when she decides to run.
But what I thought is a tease meant to entice me is really a setup to catch an entirely different group of voyeurs.
And those sex traffickers who can’t get enough of underage girls?
They think they can snatch what’s mine.
I’ll do anything to save Grace.
As I race against the clock to rescue her, I know I won’t be capable of showing mercy.
My Reaper is ready to spill blood and bring justice before he claims my Dolly.
She doesn’t know it yet, but Grace will be all sinfully mine.

Sinfully Mine can be read as a standalone, but the series is best enjoyed when read in order since ongoing storylines and characters appear throughout and overlap. There are steamy scenes, biker slang, violence, human trafficking, a slight age gap, a paranormal REAPER twist, and a HEA. You'll find a wild, street-smart woman and a possessive, voyeuristic protector who clash, combust, and nearly set the world (or your kindle) on fire.








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AUTHOR BIO


Nikki Landis is a romance enthusiast, tea addict, and book hoarder. She's the USA Today Bestselling Author of over fifty novels, including her widely popular Tonopah, NV RBMC series. She writes wickedly fierce, spicy romances featuring dirty talkin' bikers, deadly, possessive reapers, wild bad boys, and the feisty, independent women they love. She's a mom to six sons, two of them Marines. Books are her favorite escape. Nikki also writes sci-fi and monster romance under the pen name Synna Star.


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Red Hot Roaster



Title: Red Hot Roaster
A Small Town Contemporary Romance Perfect
for Lovers of Growly Guys and Smouchy Pups
Series: Tales from the Chocolate Lab Café #1
Author: Kristin Jeffries
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Tropes: Small Town/Meddling Friends & Fur Babies
OTT Protective MMC/Later in Life Love
Release Date: May 2, 2025


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Watch sparks fly when an over-protective coffee roaster rubs up against an uber-independent café owner.

Rose is struggling to keep her business afloat while grieving the loss of her mom and her son’s departure for college. Sure, Pirate, her lummox of a chocolate Lab, keeps her company. Plus, she couldn’t ask for better friends in her cozy neighborhood of Dogwood. So why is she so drawn to Rafe, her mysterious, muscly—and temporary—coffee roaster?

With her café on the line, Rose doesn’t have time for love. And she’s been burned once too often so she doesn’t trust men to stick around. Will she settle for a no-strings-attached fling or fight for lasting love?

Rafe prefers his life as a roaming coffee roaster, going from gig to gig. That way, he can avoid attachments and only be responsible for himself and his elegant rescue mix, Princess. So why can’t he resist trying to help Rose, his gorgeous and sad-eyed new boss, solve all her problems?

After his years in the army and his rough youth, Rafe fears he’s not worthy of love. Besides, he’s always been a loner with no home—and no one—to call his own. Will he leave town with his secrets or stay to claim his true love?

Grab a table at the Chocolate Lab Café, where Dogwood denizens—canine and otherwise—help Rose and Rafe chase their happily-ever-after. And where rescues come in all shapes and sizes and…species.

Red Hot Roaster is a sweet and spicy romcom featuring matchmaking fur babies and besties, sexy shenanigans like a blind chocolate-truffle-tasting—clothing optional, holiday hijinks like the Howl-o-ween Pumpkin Carving Contest and the Turkey Dog Trot, and a Princess crushing on a cardboard King—Elvis that is. It stands alone and comes complete with all the swoony steam and small town feels.

HEA guaranteed. Dual POV. Intended for 18+ readers.






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EXCERPT

CHAPTER 1
Rose

Goldie took off down the middle of our neighborhood’s busiest street, dragging my new chocolate Lab behind her and yelping frantically.
The dog statue was breaking into chunks as the scared old girl ran along, yet she refused to slow down. I needed to reach her—and pronto.
I raced down the street, calling to Goldie and waving at cars to stop. Someone pounded past me, nearly knocking me over. I stumbled, righted myself and kept on going. Then, the sound I dreaded to hear…a drawn-out screeeeech.
Oh, no. Oh, Goldie.
Noah ran up and grabbed me around the waist, panting and crying and clinging. I hugged my little neighbor tight and pulled us toward the accident.
A stranger was kneeling in front of the stopped car, his broad back toward us. My breath caught when, in one motion, he unfolded and turned, cradling Goldie in his arms. Blood covered his flannel shirt, and a fragment of the leash dangled from her collar.
Why is he moving her? Did he pick her up without checking for broken bones? Doesn’t he realize she’s bleeding?
What the fido?
By the time we got closer, the guy was rumbling, his face tilted down, “That’s my baby girl. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” And again, “I’ve got you.”
Huh. It seemed Goldie was over her trauma of being tied to the dog statue. Instead, the flirt was gazing at her rescuer with those liquid amber eyes, fluttering her impossibly long to-die-for lashes.
I had to know. “Did you even check for injuries before you lifted her? Was she actually hit? Why is she bleeding all over the place?”
That’s when Goldie’s rescuer raised his head and sent me a cutting glare from cobalt-blue eyes framed by his impossibly long thick dark lashes. I may have melted a bit, but his next words left me cold.
“Is this your dog?” he growled. “What were you thinking, tying her to that thing? She could’ve been run over!”
Before I could get a word in, the jerk went on, “And, yeah. I know what I’m doing. Nothing’s broken. The blood’s from her paws being scraped raw.”
Noah cried even harder. I frowned and slid my eyes down to the boy. The guy finally got a clue and clamped his lips together in a hard line.
“Hey, buddy,” I said, hugging him closer. “There’s no way you could’ve known the dog statue was so lightweight. Thanks to this, er, this nice man, Goldie is safe and just a little worse for wear.”
I turned to the nice man and said, “The café isn’t set up for doggy first aid. I’d like the vet to clean her paws and check them for gravel or glass. Could you please carry Goldie a few blocks to the clinic.”
It came off like an order rather than a request, so I wasn’t surprised when he quirked an eyebrow.
“Or is she getting too heavy?” I asked, half-serious, half-not-so-much.
He narrowed those eyes and shook his head. “Nope, she’s fine.” And then, “Oh, shit, I should let her know I’m running late. I need to call, or maybe we can stick our heads in the café as we go by?”
I stopped abruptly. “Are you Rafe Amato?”
His face blanked. “Are you Rose Connolly?”
I hope you’re more observant when you’re roasting my coffee beans, sweetheart.
I pulled off my food prep hairnet so my overdue-for-a-cut hair tumbled out and made a sweeping gesture down my front.
My long apron displayed our logo of a Labrador retriever drinking a steaming cup of coffee over fancy script reading The Chocolate Lab Café—Where Everybody Knows Your (Dog’s) Name.
“I figured you were into pretty weird rain hats. I also figured you didn’t want me staring below your neck.” Rafe was quick on his feet—I had to give him that.
Okay, I appreciated the eyes up here awareness. I’d gotten enough attention for my curvy figure in the past. Plus, he was going to be working for me. Better to set the tone right from the start.
We’d arrived in front of the café by this time. The old girl was still nestled in Rafe’s arms like a seventy-pound baby, and Noah was wiping his tears with his arms. All our customers, dogs and humans, crowded out front to see the action. Noah’s big sister, Emma, was there too, wringing a dishtowel between her hands.
“Hey, everyone—Goldie’s going to be fine! We’re taking her down to Dr. Mica’s clinic to get her paw pads checked out. Say ‘hello’ to Rafe. He’s our new coffee roaster, and he’s the one who saved our golden girl from getting hit by a car.”
Yeah, a lifesaver in more ways than one.
If we didn't get the roaster back up and running, pronto, I was going to lose the chance at the PDX FOODS business and likely the hospital kiosk contract. Then I'd have to close the café and let everybody go. Simple as that.
Shouts of “hi, Rafe” and “thanks, man” filled the air along with “welcome to the Chocolate Lab” and even an “atta boy” or two. Husky mix Louis got the other dogs barking, and Gus joined in with his Basset hound howls.
Quite a commotion, but Rafe kept his chin tucked down, staring at Goldie. A blush—or was it a flush on a guy?—spread up his neck, under his stubble, to his forehead where it met his high and tight dark hair.
To put the poor guy out of his misery (and Goldie had to be getting heavy), I announced, “All right, let’s get this sorted.”
I grabbed Emma’s towel and shoved it toward Noah. “Here, buddy, dry your face. Get a garbage bag from inside and follow Goldie’s trail to pick up all the pieces of dog statue you can find. Watch for cars!”
I turned to his sister. “Can you please call your dad, let him know what happened, and ask him to meet us at Dr. Mica’s?”
She nodded, and they both dashed into the café.
“Mateo, could you get the kids going again on drinks and food orders? I was just winding up prepping the two salads for tomorrow’s menu. You’ll see them posted. Can you please finish up for me?”
My manager gave me an “of course, Rose.”
I added, “When Noah returns, make sure to give him a sweet treat of some kind, okay?”
So that was sorted. It was time to get on with the rest of the day—I was already feeling behind schedule. I needed to orient the newbie to the roastery, get home to check in with my friend Jen and her crew, and make a few more calls about Mom’s party.
And Pirate. My big boy deserved a good long walk before it got too dark.
“Rafe, thanks for being so patient,” I said as I led the way down the sidewalk toward the vet clinic. “Bet you weren’t expecting all this drama your first day here.”






AUTHOR BIO

Kristin Jeffries writes about her favorite escapes—romcoms and dogs—from her home in Portland, Oregon. After years in health care marketing, she decided to prescribe a dose of healthy escape from daily stress for romance readers like her. Kristin draws her inspiration from her family’s past Chocolate Lab Café in a small Midwest town. Plus, she’s married to the original red hot roaster who advises her on all things coffee. And she injects her affection for a long line of smouchy pups, including an IRL Pirate, into her tales.


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Force


Title: Force
Series: The Gravity Series Book 3
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: MM Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2025
Cover Design: Lori Jackson
Photographer: Michelle Lancaster



Dash Richmond
I’m Dash Richmond, seasoned attorney, mostly decent person, and currently living my best life with my forever husband, Beau Brooks. He’s my anchor. The person who keeps my feet firmly planted to the ground and the one who has me on the edge of my seat, waiting for one of his silly soft grins or sweet, caressing kisses. Nothing has changed for me since the day I met him. I’m still head over heels in love with my guy.
That’s the real me. But to the rest of the world, I’m thought of as a legal powerhouse and courtroom bulldog. That’s why people hire me and why it’s in your best interest to not get on my bad side.
Yet, life is complicated. In a sudden twist of fate, the rug gets pulled out from underneath me, leaving me reeling.

Beau Brooks
Once I learned to get out of my own way, my life transformed in ways I never thought possible. Fast forward a few years, and my mister is not only the love and joy of my life, but every dream we dared to make has come true.
Other dreams have a funny way of manifesting too. I’m now co-owner in a thrilling charter fishing service, alongside my lifelong buddy and new Sea Springs neighbor, Scott Lee.
Then out of nowhere, life hurls a fastball that sends me sprawling. My meticulously built inner defensives crumble, thrusting me into a place I never wanted to be. Can I muster the strength to be the leader of my family or will the fear of losing my life’s love bring me to my knees, risking everything I hold dear.

When our cherished lives suddenly go sideways, are either of us really the men we believed ourselves to be? Can we navigated the maze of these powerful truths, or will the force of change shatter what we hold dear?
















Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com



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