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Friday, March 6, 2026
Living at the Edge of the World – Winter
Dive into a different world, where nature and friendship are
full of surprises.
Living at the Edge of
the World – Winter
The Papala Island Adventure Series Book 1
written by S. J. Barratt
narrated by Gill Mills
Genre: Middle Grade Eco Adventure
Twins Tabitha and Timothy leave London for a wild Shetland
island — no Wi-Fi, no friends, and a mysterious great-uncle. In Papala, they
discover a new way of life, unexpected friendships, and courage they never knew
they had.
A fun, eco-conscious story for ages 9–12 that the whole
family will love.
When their parents sail the world without them, 12-year-old
twins Tabitha and Timothy are sent to the remote island of Papala, known as the
"Bird Island." Great Uncle Tamhas becomes their guardian in a world
as strange as the island itself.
Tabitha is frustrated with the island's isolation and
limited Wi-Fi, but Timothy is delighted to uncover the island’s natural
secrets. The twins soon realise however, they are not the only newcomers to the
island.
Discover a story about courage, friendship and the joy of
embracing the unfamiliar. Dive into a different world, where nature and
friendship are full of surprises.
You'll love this story of courage and friendship. Buy now
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S. J. Barratt is a self-published, professionally edited
children’s author whose eco-themed stories celebrate the connection between
people and the natural world. Rooted in an English countryside upbringing and
shaped by a career in agriculture, she blends a gardener’s curiosity with a
storyteller’s warmth to her writing. Now based in Lyon, France, Suzanne creates
tales that inspire middle-grade readers to swap screen time for green time—and
rediscover the wonders waiting just outside their door.
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A former BBC broadcaster and journalist, Gill Mills brings
over 20 years of experience in entertainment to her narration. Known for her
warm, resonant voice, she began her voice career while DJing on BBC Radio 1 and
has since voiced numerous TV and audio productions. She now runs a content
company specialising in podcast and film production from her studio in East
London.
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The Memories We Made
Title: The Memories We Made
Duet: Remembering Us Part I
Series: The Game Series #16
Author: Cara Dee
Genre: Gay Romance
Tropes: BDSM, Hurt/Comfort, Dom/Dom
Opposites Attract
Release Date: March 6, 2026
BLURB
The Game Series, #16 • Standalone • Duet • Book 1 of 2 • Hurt/Comfort • Family • Dom/Dom • Opposites Attract
Ash and Nathan’s story begins on a blistering day in Philadelphia, with a rough-around-the-edges scaffolder yelling outside the office of a trauma specialist. Psychology major Nate decides to give this brute a piece of his mind.
The friends who told me to move on didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. Moving on wasn’t happening—and I knew that better than anyone after being trapped at the bottom of a heartbreak for an excruciating year now, where I had nothing but crippling anxiety and our memories to torture me. Everything we’d built, the family we’d created, the pictures, that damn National Parks passport, the ring on my finger, echoes of laughter and promises… I’d been there, watching you, being your test subject, as you’d become the rope rigger you were today. With amusement glinting in your eyes, you’d called me the OG bondage bunny. Me, the primal predator, who thought about chasing brats through the woods, your bondage bunny.
We’d given each other laugh lines. We’d loved so damn hard. We’d stood in front of our friends and family and vowed to fight for us forever.
Almost twenty years together. Four beautiful children.
What the hell happened, Nate?
You didn’t have to tell me. I already knew. I was a coward. I’d let my fears hold us back.
The question now was if I still stood a chance, because…frankly, living without you was impossible.
I’d do anything to get you back.
The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.
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Romance Across the Spectrum.
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.
There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.
Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.
I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I'm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
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Thursday, March 5, 2026
Brutal Justice
Title: Brutal Justice
Author: Heather G. Harris
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: Covers by Christian
Publication Date: March 5th, 2026
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Death has changed bodies… and justice is about to get personal.
A dead dryad on my medical examiner’s lawn wasn’t how this week was supposed to start. But when I discover the victim was merely the latest body worn by the Other realm’s most notorious criminal, I realise this isn’t just murder.
It’s a possession.
Jude Jingo doesn’t kill the usual way. He steals lives from the inside out, jumping from body to body and leaving corpses in his wake. And now he’s wearing a face I recognise.
A face that’s getting dangerously close to someone I care about.
Officially, I’ve been ordered to close the case. Unofficially? I’m digging deeper. Because when a vampyr tries to gut me in the street and whispers about “orders”, I know this goes far beyond one dead dryad. Someone powerful wants this buried.
But I don’t bury murder.
With my rookie partner covering my back, my bonded bird raising hell, and an ogre king who takes threats against me very personally, I’m stepping off the books to hunt a body-stealing killer hiding in plain sight.
If I’m wrong, I’ll destroy an innocent man.
If I’m right, I’ll have to stop a monster wearing borrowed skin… without killing the man trapped inside.
No pressure.
Immerse yourself in The Other Detective Series – perfect for fans of supernatural crime, featuring a fierce heroine, political intrigue, brutal magic, and a slow-burn romance.
Heather is an urban fantasy writer and mum. She was born and raised near Windsor, which gave her the misguided impression that she was close to royalty in some way. She is not, though she once got a letter from Queen Elizabeth's lady-in-waiting.
Heather went to university in Liverpool, where she took up skydiving and met her future husband. When she’s not running around after her children, she’s plotting her next book and daydreaming about vampires, dragons and kick-ass heroines.
Heather loves to travel and once spent a month in Thailand. Thai food remains a firm family favourite. It goes without saying that Heather is a book lover. She grew up reading the likes of Brian Jacques and Anne McCaffrey.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2026
Forbidden Bases
Some rules were
made to be broken.
Forbidden Bases
Bridger City Falcons Book 1
by Alexa Fauli
Genre: Sweet Fake Dating Sports Romance
CARTER
I’m Carter Blake—star first baseman for the Bridger City Falcons. Fame, money,
women… I have it all.
Except the one woman I was never supposed to want.
Darcy Simmons is my best friend’s little sister. Off-limits. Always has been.
But when she comes back to town, every line I drew years ago blurs fast. One
bad night, one viral photo, and suddenly we’re pretending we’ve been secretly
dating.
It’s fake. Temporary. Harmless.
Until it isn’t.
DARCY
Carter Blake was my teenage crush—the one I never got over. Now he’s a
professional baseball star with a reputation that screams heartbreak.
Faking a relationship with him should be easy. Safe. No feelings allowed.
But the longer we pretend, the harder it becomes to ignore what’s always been
there—and the more I risk losing my heart to the one man who could destroy it.
FORBIDDEN BASES is a sweet
baseball romance featuring fake dating, brother’s best friend, no cheating, and
a guaranteed HEA.
Some rules were made to be broken.
WHAT READERS WILL LOVE
✔ Fake dating
✔ Brother’s best friend
✔ Sweet and emotional romance
✔ No cheating
✔ Slow-burn tension
✔ Guaranteed HEA
✔ Perfect for fans of Hallmark-style romance with a
sporty twist
Carter
I pulled into the players' lot at Falcons Stadium, my
truck's tires crunching over the gravel as I found my usual spot. The afternoon
sun bathed the stadium in golden light, and I could already smell the freshly
cut grass as I grabbed my gear from the passenger seat. Practice days had their
own rhythm, different from game days—less pressure, more fine-tuning. I
stretched my arms over my head, feeling yesterday's game still lingering in my
muscles. Coach Miller would be waiting, probably already pacing the field with
that damn whistle, ready to critique every move we made.
The locker room buzzed with the usual pre-practice chatter.
I nodded to Rivera at his locker across from mine.
"Blake! How's that shoulder feeling?" he asked,
tossing me a roll of athletic tape.
I caught it with one hand. "Better than your batting
average." I grinned to soften the jab.
"You're an asshole," he laughed, pulling his
practice jersey over his head.
I changed quickly, my movements practiced after years of
this same routine. The smell of liniment and sweat permeated the air, familiar
and oddly comforting. I laced up my cleats, grabbed my glove, and headed for
the dugout.
The late afternoon sun hit me full in the face as I stepped
onto the field. I paused at the top step, taking it in—the emerald expanse of
the outfield, the reddish-brown dirt of the infield, and the crisp white
baselines freshly laid down. This view never got old. A baseball field was the
one place in the world that made perfect sense to me.
"Blake! Stop admiring the scenery and get your ass over
here!" Coach Miller's voice cut through my moment. I jogged over to where
the team was gathering along the first-base line. Coach stood with his arms
crossed, his Falcons cap pulled low over his eyes, that perpetual look of mild
disappointment etched on his face.
"Alright, listen up," he barked, not bothering to
raise his voice—he never needed to. "Infielders with me. Outfielders with
Coach Taylor. Pitchers to the bullpen with Ramirez. We're working on
fundamentals today because apparently, some of you forgot what those are during
yesterday's game."
A few guys chuckled. We'd won yesterday, but it had been
sloppy—three errors and some baserunning mistakes that had Coach's veins
popping out of his neck by the seventh inning.
I followed the rest of the infield to our positions. The
dirt felt firm under my cleats as I took my spot at shortstop. Coach Miller
stood at home plate, fungo bat in hand.
"Let's go! Double plays. Martinez to Blake to
Thompson."
He smacked a grounder toward second base. Martinez fielded
it cleanly, pivoted, and fired the ball to me. I caught it as I glided across
second, tapped the bag with my foot, and threw to first in one fluid motion.
The ball hit Thompson's glove with a satisfying pop.
"Again!" Coach called, already sending another
one.
We fell into rhythm. Ground ball, scoop, throw, catch,
pivot, throw, catch. My body knew what to do without my brain getting involved.
The sun warmed my back, and sweat began to trickle down my spine. I loved
this—the mechanical precision of it, the way my muscles remembered every
movement.
"Blake! Watch your footwork on that double play!"
Coach Miller's voice cut through my flow. "You're getting lazy with the
pivot. Do it again."
I didn't argue. Coach's eyes missed nothing. Instead, I
reset my position, adjusted my stance slightly, and waited for the next ball.
"He’s on your ass already?" Thompson called from
first base.
"When is he not?" I shot back with a grin.
The next grounder came hot, a tough short-hop that I had to
charge. I scooped it cleanly, stepped on second, and fired to first—textbook.
"Better," Coach Miller said, which from him was
practically a standing ovation.
We worked through the drills for another twenty minutes. The
rhythm of practice wrapped around me like a comfortable blanket—the crack of
the bat, the calls from teammates, the thud of balls hitting gloves. My shirt
stuck to my back with sweat, and dirt collected in the creases of my palms.
"Water break, then switching to situational
defense," Coach announced, blowing his whistle.
I jogged to the dugout, grabbing a paper cup and filling it
from the cooler.
"Looking smooth out there, Blake," said Diaz, our
catcher, as he filled his own cup.
"Thanks, man. How're the pitchers looking?"
"Chen's slider is nasty today. Cruz is still fighting
his control."
I nodded, draining my cup and crumpling it. The water was
cold against my throat.
"Blake!" Coach Miller appeared at the dugout
steps. "I need you to work with Rodriguez on his transfers. Kid's got good
hands but he's fumbling the exchange."
"Sure thing, Skip."
Rodriguez was our rookie second baseman, called up just last
month when Pearson went on the injured list. Good kid, quick feet, but still
learning the ropes.
I found him by the batting cage, nervously fielding
grounders from one of the assistants.
"Hey, Rodriguez," I called, trotting over.
"Coach wants us to work on transfers."
"Oh, yeah, sure." His eyes widened slightly.
Working directly with a veteran always made the rookies nervous.
"Relax, I don't bite. Much." I grinned,
positioning myself next to him. "Show me what you're doing."
The assistant coach hit him a grounder. Rodriguez fielded it
well but fumbled slightly as he moved the ball from his glove to his throwing
hand.
"I see the issue," I said. "You're rushing
it. Let me show you."
I nodded to the coach, who sent a grounder my way. I fielded
it smoothly, transferring it to my throwing hand in one fluid motion.
"See how I let the momentum of the ball carry into my
throwing hand? You're trying to force it." I demonstrated again.
"It's all about rhythm. Like dancing with a pretty girl—you've got to feel
the flow."
Rodriguez nodded earnestly. "Can I try again?"
We worked for another fifteen minutes, his transfers
gradually becoming smoother. Coach Miller watched from a distance, his arms
crossed but his scowl a little less severe.
"Better, kid." I clapped Rodriguez on the shoulder. "You'll get it."
Alexa Fauli is a devoted sports romance author whose passion
for the Atlanta Braves and love of hockey inspire her vibrant stories of
competition and connection. When she's not dreaming up unforgettable characters
who play hard for both love and victory, Alexa enjoys sipping toasted white
mochas, watching anime romances, and cherishing time with her family. Her life
is a delightful blend of heart, heat, and the magic that happens both on and
off the page.
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Shattered Hopes
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Title: Shattered Hopes
Series: Letters of Ruin
Author: Addy Anders
Genre/Tropes: Mafia Romance; Forbidden Romance; Enemies-to-Lovers; Age Gap of 13 years; Touch Her and Die; Revenge/Redemption; Found Family; Strong Heroine; Slow Burn; Virgin FMC; Angsty; Penpal
Release Date: February 23, 2026
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He stole my brother. So, I stole his freedom…There’s a villain in all of us.
I just never realized that until the worst day of my life.
It started with a sandwich from a stranger—an act of kindness that was nothing more than a veneer to hide the devil behind the mask.
Renzo Iannelli took everything from me that day. My family. My life. My future.
I wasn’t even a blip on his radar when he made me an orphan—left alone to be bruised and abused in foster care—all for the sake of his revenge.
Well, he got his. Now, I’m going to get mine.
No matter how long it takes, no matter what I have to sacrifice, I will make him rue the day he destroyed my life.
But the world is never black and white, and there are far more heartless monsters closing in around me.
So what happens when the devil I know becomes the only person I can trust?
He was my downfall.
I never expected him to also be my redemption.
**This book spans over eight years and is divided into three parts: then, letters, and now. During the “then” portion of this book, the main female character, Ainsley, is a minor. As a disclaimer, there is absolutely no romantic interaction during that portion of the book. However, this section is crucial to the development of their romance later on.
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Addy Anders writes romance meant to tug hard on your heartstrings and never let go. Her books deliver deliciously possessive anti-heroes, strong heroines, a touch of angst to set you on edge, and a cocktail of spice.Addy loves to travel, preferably outside of major cities. When she’s not writing or out in the wilderness, she can be found with her kindle and a very large cup of tea surrounded by her very supportive husband, two kiddos, and two fur babies.
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