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Silver & Sage Silver in the City Book 1 by A.D. Ellis Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Silver doesn’t have time for feelings or a relationship. Then Sage shows up. Sage is Silver’s exact opposite, his renter, and his new employee. The kid is much too young and much too innocent. There are a million reasons why Silver and Sage should never get together. And Silver plans to keep it that way. Until all of those reasons go up in flames with one kiss. Silver & Sage is a steamy, slow burn M/M age gap, opposites-attract romance between a shy, inexperienced nerd and an outgoing grump of a bar owner. Goodreads * Amazon

Silver & Gold Silver in the City Book 2

Just as Silver begins to wonder if his casual relationship with Gold might turn into more, the two men are thrown into a position that has the lovers quickly turning into enemies. With no way to escape each other, Silver and Gold begrudgingly agree to make the best of an impossible situation. Will Gold’s search for perfection drive them apart or can Silver show Gold that imperfection can be beautiful? Silver & Gold is a steamy, slow burn M/M enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity romance between two slightly self-absorbed artists. Goodreads * Amazon

Silver & Spice Silver in the City Book 3

When Spice asks Silver to fake a relationship with him, Silver agrees. He knows pretending to be involved with the older man will likely come back to bite him in the ass, but if the farce will help Spice and his young son, Silver is totally on board. All too soon, the consequences of the fake relationship weigh on both Silver and Spice. Will a meddling grandmother, an adorable little boy, and a team of friends be enough to convince Silver and Spice to give a real relationship a shot? Silver & Spice is a steamy, slow-burn M/M age gap, fake relationship, forced proximity romance with a silver fox, single daddy and a younger man ready for a family. Goodreads * Amazon

A.D. Ellis is an Indiana girl, born and raised. She spends much of her time in central Indiana as an instructional coach/teacher in the inner city of Indianapolis, being a mom to two amazing school-aged children, and wondering how she and her husband of nearly two decades haven’t driven each other insane yet. A lot of her time is also devoted to phone call avoidance and her hatred of cooking. She loves chocolate, wine, pizza, and naps along with reading and writing romance. These loves don’t leave much time for housework, much to the chagrin of her husband. Who would pick cleaning the house over a nap or a good book? She uses any extra time to increase her fluency in sarcasm. A.D. uses she/her pronouns. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

“I don’t like him. Call the next one on the list.” I ran a hand through my messy brown hair before I hefted a
moving box onto the kitchen counter and sliced through the packing tape with a box cutter.
“Bo-dee,” my twin, Benji drew out the syllables of my nickname in a huffy whine, “that was our fifth candidate
from the list. He was by far the best of them all.” He tapped a pen against the notepad on his lap. We were
fraternal twins, but we looked almost exactly the same, enough so that strangers would sometimes confuse
us. His hazel eyes snapped to mine. “We need a roommate.”
He wasn’t wrong. This latest guy just wasn’t who I wanted to share our apartment with. Yeah, because one
look at him has you all hot and bothered and you’d rather deny him a place to stay than work around any kind
of feelings.
“In all honesty,” my cousin, Kyson started, “that’s not saying much. The first four applicants royally sucked.
This guy, what was his name?”
“Sage,” Benji provided.
“Yeah, Sage wasn’t just the best of them all, he blew them away.” Kyson was not only Benji’s and my cousin,
but he was our best friend. Born within two months of each other, we were inseparable from birth on. And the
family resemblance was uncanny. He could have passed as our brother with no problem. “The first guy looked
like he planned to kill us in our sleep.”
I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t wrong.
“The girl was fine, seemed cool. But her bestie dropped too many hints about trying to ‘convert’ us to the
hetero side.” Benji shook his head. “That third guy almost pissed himself when he learned the apartment was
above a bar. When you asked if he was okay with the three of us being gay, I thought he was going to pass
out. Probably couldn’t pay him enough to take our extra room.” Benji laughed.
“Guy number four was already asking about getting an extension on paying rent ‘a little late.’ That’s a hard
no.” Kyson gave me a look. “Seriously, Bo, Sage seemed great.”
“And not just in comparison. Sage seemed great overall.” Benji stood up. “What could you possibly not like
about him?”
“He’s a baby, for one.” I took plates and cups from the box and began stacking them in the cabinets of the
new kitchen. I refused to think about how sweet and innocent the kid looked blushing his way through the
applicant interview.
“So, he’s young. What did he say? Twenty-four? That’s only ten years younger than us.” Benji stood with
hands on his hips. “Try again. I’m not letting this one slide. What else could you not like about him?”
Kyson left the living room, which was open to the kitchen, and joined me in unpacking. “He seemed very
bright and responsible.”
He seemed like a sexy, smart nerd. And I’m not even going to acknowledge why that seems to be a turn on
for me.
“He’s a student. He needs to study. An apartment above a bar isn’t exactly conducive to studying.” I broke
down one box and opened another one.
“We were very clear with him about the location and probable noise level. He’s aware and if he wants the
apartment, I don’t see why we wouldn’t rent to him.” Benji continued to stare me down in challenge.
“He was shy and skittish. Not exactly our type.” I gave another argument, but I knew it was a lame attempt.
“He looked like he thought we were going to eat him alive.” And why the fuck do I keep thinking about wanting
to eat him up?
Benji snorted. “He was definitely intimidated by you, but that was probably because you scowled and looked
like a fuckin’ grump-ass the entire time we talked to him.”
“Why are you so against him? He has proof of payment history, references from his old place. Hell, that
landlady said she was sad to see him go, but he wants to be closer to downtown. We’re on Massachusetts
Avenue in downtown Indianapolis. You can’t get much closer to downtown. He claims to be tidy, keeps to
himself, doesn’t care that the room is above a bar, and he was polite. Plus, he was cute.” Kyson waggled his
brows.
“Soooo cute.” Benji smiled. “And was it just me or did he seem super innocent?”

“Yes. Very cute and innocent. Like super smart and capable in so many ways, but fragile and inexperienced
in others.” Kyson nodded as he broke down another box. “Is that what you’re worried about, Bo? This kid is so
cute and innocent he may get tarnished by your grumpy gruffness and aversion to relationships?”
My cousin and brother laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
But in all reality, the words hit a little too close to home. Sage was young, innocent, and so damn adorably
cute I wanted to wrap him in my arms and protect him. That was a problem. I didn’t have time for protecting
some kid who I had absolutely nothing in common with. I had a bar to open and make successful. I didn’t
need a cute nerd as a distraction. But I couldn’t very well tell Benji and Kyson that, so I huffed and shrugged.
“Fine. If he wants the room, he can have it. I want it noted that I think he’s too young, I think he’s not the type
for living above a bar, and I think he’s going to be more trouble than the rent payment is worth. And I’m not
taking care of his ass or listening to him gripe and complain about noise level.” I unloaded dish soap and
sponges to the under-sink cabinet.

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The Pool Boy’s Beatitude by DJ Swykert Genre: Contemporary Romance

Jack Joseph understands physics. He understands the nature of quarks, leptons, dark matter and the desire to find the God particle. What Jack doesn’t understand is Jack. He has a Masters degree in particle physics, an ex-wife, a sugar mama into spanking, a passion for cooking and chronic dependencies he needs to feed. He cleans pools to maintain this chaotic lifestyle. Spinning about in a Large Hadron Collider of his own making, facing a jail term, the particle known as Jack is about to collide with a particle known as Sarah. The Pool Boy’s Beatitude convincingly portrays a life of romance, addiction, and entropy, filled with the temptations of drink, drugs, and sex, broken with the miseries of ruined relationships, and balanced on the needle of false hope. Somehow through it, all the story is hopeful, positive, humorous and oddly enticing. The question is not so much will Jack survive as how will he survive, because surely, behind all this science, there has to be a truth worth living for. A thinking readers’ romance novel, The Pool Boy’s Beatitude creates a character you long to hate and makes you love him. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo

DJ Swykert is a former 911 operator and fiction writer living in Burlington, NC. His work has appeared in The Tampa Review, Detroit News, Coe Review, Monarch Review, the Newer York, Lunch Ticket, Gravel, Zodiac Review, Barbaric Yawp and Bull. His novels include The Pool Boy’s Beatitude, Children of the Enemy, Maggie Elizabeth Harrington, Alpha Wolves, For the Love of Wolves, Sweat Street, Nude Swimming and The Death of Anyone. Website * Facebook * Twitter * InstagramBookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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Tutus & Cowboy Boots Part One by Casey Peeler Genre: Small Town Sweet Romance

Spoiled yet broken-hearted New Yorker meets gorgeous, kind-hearted southern gentleman. Cadence Lewis has been dancing before she could walk. Living in New York with her parents she has the chance to go to the best dance school in the country, but when her parents divorce she’s forced to leave her dreams behind and move to her mom’s small country hometown. Cadence believes that all men are like her father: cold, unloving, and selfish. Barrick Carpenter has made Candace’s life eventful since the day she stepped onto her Grandma’s farm. After witnessing Cadence’s heart shattering a million pieces, can Barrick put it back together and show Cadence that everyone isn’t like her father? Can he convince her to let love in? **Get it Free!!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo * Smashwords

Tutus & Cowboy Boots Part Two

A sweet, small-town romance that will take you on an emotional roller coaster of tears and laughter. After an eventful Christmas break, Cadence Lewis is shaken to her core, but someone she doesn’t expect is there to hold her together. Barrick Carpenter didn’t plan on falling in love with the sassy, New Yorker, but now he will do anything to protect her from her father. When a second bombshell is dropped on Cadence, she has two options: guard her heart forever or risk letting love in. Will Cadence push Barrick away or fall completely head over boots? Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo * Smashwords

Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter. Growing up Casey wasn’t an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks’ novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives. When Casey isn’t writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

As the bell rings for the end of the day, I stand and take my time walking from class because let’s face it,
who wants to have everyone know you drive that clonker? When I’m almost to the door frame, I’m met
by Jade.
“Hey, Cadence, right?” she says.
I look her direction. “Yup. That’s me,” I say with a fake smile. Why can’t these people leave me alone?
“Just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jade,” she says as she walks beside me.
“Yeah. I got that from what’s her face.” I toss my head back toward the classroom.
She giggles. “You’re funny.”
I crinkle my nose. I’ve never been called funny before. “Why’s that?” I question.
“’Cause you just called Ms. Luckadoo what’s her face and not to mention you look like you’re about to
run the catwalk at fashion week. You do realize where you are?”
“Well, I couldn’t remember her name and I live for fashion. It’s obvious people around here do not feel
the same way.”
“Oh they do, but it’s a different kind.”

“What do you mean?”
Jade takes a moment to gather her thoughts. “Okay, let me give you the run down.” I can’t wait to hear
this. “Most girls around here are up on the latest southern preppy trends from either Simply Southern,
Southern Charm, and Southern Fried Chics. Every girl here owns boots to work in as well as boots to go
out in. Jack Rogers are a must and we monogram everything.”
“Are you serious? You monogram everything?”
“Yeah. Just look around.” I do and notice every backpack as well as vehicle has initials on them. What the
heck? “Oh and don’t forget the more glitter, the better.”
“That’s insane. Are people afraid they are going to forget their names or something?” I say smartly.
“Nope, it’s just a southern thang,” she says with a deep southern drawl. “See,” she says as she shows me
her car. Oh gosh, she’s one, too.
“So, tell me more about Lawndale High?” I ask.
“Well, there’s not much to say. I mean, it’s school. The guys here are your typical country boys. They
drive trucks and miss a lot of days the first day of the season.”
“Why would they miss school on the first day of Autumn?” I question.
“Please tell me you didn’t just say that.”
“Um, yeah. The first season to occur while in school is Autumn.”
She starts to shake her head. “Girl, you’ve got a lot to learn around here. Let me spell it out for you.
Bambi, big bucks, big boy toys, trophies on the wall, and food in your belly.”

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Camouflaged Encounters The Camouflaged Series Book 1 by David J. Englund Genre: Science Fiction

Forget what you think you know. How well do you really know your neighbors or fellow workers? Do you trust your boss? What about politicians? The fabric of our society is under attack. Our way of life, our livelihood, our very existence is under full assault. No one even realizes that it’s happening. Disguised as horrible natural disasters on the news, the world is caught unsuspecting as events draw us ever nearer to extinction. As “natural disasters” escalate and tensions between nations mount, one man hears a whisper. It has begun . . . Goodreads * Amazon

Camouflaged Mischief The Camouflaged Series Book 2

No more births. Ever. Extinction. No more rice. No more wheat. Starvation. That is what humanity is facing. The Ascanti, a conquering alien species, have been stopped, but scientists are incapable of reversing the environmental weapons engineered by the vicious aliens. Clark Jackson, using his secret portal system, must find the Ascanti home world to learn if such a reversal is possible. And he’s on the clock, racing against the frightened nations of the world erupting into the third and final world war, bringing about extinction that much faster. However, finding the alien planet is one thing, surviving its hostile inhabitants and environment is quite another. Goodreads * Amazon

David J. Englund is a former Associate Professor of Economics turned storyteller. He daydreams of visiting other worlds and cultures on Clark Jackson’s adventures. His interests include reading, writing, baseball, cooking Italian food, and walking/jogging. David currently lives in Fargo, North Dakota. Website * Amazon * Goodreads

For the first time since Clark had met him, the Tinkerer stopped moving and looked at
him. Clark thought he saw a smirk on his face. “No, nothing you can do. Leave me.”
The traveling accountant tried another approach. “What about metal, can you use some
metal?”
There was no change in the inventor’s posture. “What do you want for it?”
“This time I don’t want anything. I just want to talk while you work.”
He looked sideways at Clark. “How much metal?”
“I’ll go get you a big chunk, like last time. How does that sound?”
The alien went back to work. “What do want to talk about?”
“Have you ever heard of an alien race called the Ascanti?”
For the second time in as many minutes, the Tinkerer stopped in his tracks. It was only a
momentary pause, but long enough to be an obvious reaction to Clark’s words. “No, never heard
of no Ascanti. Can’t help you. Talking done.”
Clark walked up to him with palms out in a pleading motion. “Never? In all of your
dealings with different species, you never even heard of this one?”
The Tinkerer waved all four hands. “No, never heard of accursed Ascanti.”
Clark turned his head away, looking into space. “Accursed . . . so you have heard of
them. They do exist.”
The inventor grimaced. “No more talk. You go now.”
“Wait a minute, I just want some information. They may be up to something on my
world. I have no idea who they even are. What can we do to get rid of them?”
The alien waved one of his hands again. “Move. Find another home. This one is lost to
you.”

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