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Thirst Trap by Zachary Ryan Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Tragedy comes in all forms, and you never know how you’ll deal with it. Four friends have all dealt with their fair share of struggles. Dillion, an aspiring writer with writers block because of his brothers sudden death, Jesse the emotional stunted drink thanks to his boyfriend’s suicide, Ivan the abused victim just looking for a place to call home, and Leo the stubborn romantic trying to get his friends to open up, while keeping his issues close to his chest. With these four friends, they avoid all their elephants in the room like a death card agreement between Dillion and Jesse, Ivan completely hoping his abusive lover with change or even Leo focusing on his friends problems instead of his own. Can these four friends learn to embrace and accept their own tragedy or will they be stuck in the past? Thirst Trap is a humorous coming of age novel dealing with sexuality, tragedy,substance abuse, and the most beautiful insane friendships. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Zachary Ryan grew up in a black-and-white box in Maryland, before moving to Chicago to start a new life. There, he found that he was accepted for his misfit status—and learned that it’s perfectly normal to spend your twenties feeling lost and confused. After a disastrous sexual encounter, Ryan stumbled on a group of true friends, or “soul cluster,” that he connected with. Through his writing, he hopes to help other broken souls out there find comfort amid the chaos. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

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We took a couple more shots before heading to another bar to end our night. Jesse and Leo were
outside smoking when I saw that Ivan was texting Jay. “Is everything okay?” I asked. Ivan looked up and
smiled. “Yeah. Jay just wanted to tell me to have a good night, and he put some water and aspirin out for
me for my hangover in the morning.” I was taken aback by that comment. I figured Jay would want him
home asap. “So, you guys are good?” “I think we’re finally on the same page. I see Jesse is himself
again, and I think I saw a smile come out on Leo’s face,” he said. “Maybe we’ve figured it all out. We’ve
gotten through the rough parts of our lives,” I said. We were all starting to place the groundwork for our
future. We might have had some bumps, but it was smooth sailing from here. Jesse and Leo came back
in from outside. We continued to have a couple more shots before the bar closed up. We stumbled
outside and I wanted nothing more than to go to the beach. We were only a couple blocks from it. “Let’s
go to the beach.” “Bitch, it’s five in the morning. I want to go to sleep and a get a slice of pizza,” Leo
said. I could see the sun was already coming up. “Come on. It’s my birthday. Let’s go,” I said. I grabbed
Leo’s hand and started pulling him toward the beach. “If I wake up with sand everywhere, you’re coming
over to clean the shit up, hooker,” Leo said. We got to the beach and took a seat in the sand. It was an
early spring morning. We were chilly, but we started to see the sunrise from its slumber. We watched as
the colors dance across the sky, and it was the birth of a new day, a new page, and a new chapter. We
were turning our pages to something hopeful. We all looked at that sunset trying to find solace in our
lives. We were drunks, bitches, fuck ups, and completely lost with ourselves, but right then, I had never
felt more like I belonged in that moment with these three beautiful souls.

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I Know When You’re Going to Die by Michael J. Bowler Genre: YA Mystery, Thriller

Leonardo Cantrell is a painfully shy sixteen-year-old who cannot look people in the eye. One night while he’s volunteering at a homeless shelter, an old man forces eye contact and gives Leo the power to see Death. His best, and only, friend—J.C. Rivera—thinks this new power is cool until Leo accidentally looks into J.C.’s eyes and “sees” his murder, a murder that will occur in less than two weeks. Stunned and shaken, the two boys sift through clues in Leo’s “vision” in a desperate effort to find the killer and stop him before he can strike. Aided by feisty new-girl-at-school, Laura, the boys uncover evidence suggesting the identity of the murderer. However, their plan to trap the would-be killer goes horribly awry and reveals a truth that could kill them all. **only 99 cents until March 10th !!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Michael J. Bowler is an award-winning author who grew up in Northern California. He majored in English/Theatre at Santa Clara University, earned a master’s in film production from Loyola Marymount University, a teaching credential in English from LMU, and a master’s in Special Education from Cal State University Dominguez Hills. Michael taught high school in Hawthorne, California for many years, both in general education and students with disabilities. When Michael is not writing you can find him volunteering as a youth mentor with the Big Brothers Big Sisters program, volunteering within the juvenile justice system in Los Angeles, or caring for his newly adopted son. He is a passionate advocate for the fair treatment of children and teens in California, and hopes his books can show young people they are not alone in their struggles. Website * Blog * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

After lunch, we head to a nearby McDonald’s and buy bags of
hamburgers, chicken sandwiches, and fries to give out on the streets. I
make momentary eye contact with each person I hand a bag to because I
want them to know they’re human like me. But I can’t hold it for more than
a second until, beneath the dim shade of the freeway overpass on Main
Street, this one man grasps my arm as he takes his bag. He’s a regular
named Hank, an older guy with a limp who always wears a dirty Dodgers
cap and mismatched clothes I’m sure he found in a dumpster.
“Thank you, Leo.” Hank’s voice is strained, but sincere.
I force myself to look into his grateful eyes and our gazes lock. I can’t
seem to look away. It’s like I’m being drawn into Hank’s very soul. Then I
see it! Gasping, I lurch back and yank my arm away from him.
He recoils, looking stung by my action, and I want to apologize, but
no words come. I’m paralyzed by what I just saw and can only offer him a
silent nod.
Gripping the bag with gnarled fingers, Hank lurches down Main
Street until he reaches the corner and turns out of sight.
J.C. steps around in front of me. “Hey, Leo, you okay? You look like
you saw a ghost.”
“I know… when he’s… going to… die.” I barely get the words out.
J.C. stares at me. “Huh?”

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A Glimmer of Ghosts The Hell Gate Series Book 1 by Hunter J. Skye Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

One night of filming in the wrong cemetery changes everything for a celebrity ghost-hunter with a half dead brain. When Melisande Blythe discovers that a secret society of wraiths wants her killed or worse, Mel will have to do the one thing she promised she would never do… trust a ghost. But does the corporeal spirit of her dreams really want her heart or does he want her newfound ability to enslave souls? With Hell on the horizon, Mel is running out of time. She has to stop the fiery invasion or face the darkness warring in her soul. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Google * Kobo

Hunter J. Skye is a high-functioning square peg, which turns out to be a prerequisite for writing quirky urban fantasy and paranormal romance. Her debut novel, A Glimmer of Ghosts, has won four Romance Writers of America awards. When not typing away on her next novel, Hunter can be found cracking nerdy jokes or waxing existential over a bowl of spaghetti. She firmly believes this world is ready for a narcoleptic heroine. One thing about the story: Many of the spirits appearing in A Glimmer of Ghosts are based on actual ghost stories from the Olde Towne district of Portsmouth, Virginia. Once a year, these stories are told on the city’s annual Halloween Ghost Walk. These apparitions are well known to the residents of Olde Towne, Portsmouth and the city considers them ambassadors of a sort. One such ghost, Colonel William Crawford, founded the town three hundred years ago and is the inspiration for Grayford- Melisande’s haunting lover. One thing about me: In 2016 Hunter Skye was diagnosed with a rare REM sleep disorder that mimics the presence of other-worldly entities. In her search for a coping mechanism, Hunter adopted a new life plan- “when life gives you ghosts, write a ghost story.” Now that those specters are on the payroll, everyone is much happier. Hunter has a Bachelor of the Fine Arts and has won four Romance Writers of America awards pre-publication for her debut novel, A Glimmer of Ghosts. Worldwide release is 2/19/20. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Amazon * Goodreads

My mind rolled on the shore of dreams. Each wave of REM stage that washed toward me
threatened to sweep me away. I fought the tide as spirits spiraled past us. Where were they going? I
reached into an icy current and caught another hand rough with the burdens of his former life. He closed
the memory of his calloused fingers over mine.
“What’s wrong?” I asked the ghost. He fixed me with the deep-sea eyes of a faded mariner. His uniform
came into view, and I heard the wet clang of a ship bell ringing.
“She’s here.” His voice trembled. “My apologies, Miss. There is no time. You must run!”

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Halcyon by C.L. Donley Genre: Contemporary Romance

The Halcyon program has only grown in respect and mystique over their now fifteen years of matchmaking. When I went through it six years ago, they were still boasting 100% success of all the participants. Single, usually hopeless, candidates leave the program as part of a couple. The foolproof methods Halcyon uses to guarantee a soulmate comes from a blend of technology, biology, psychology, and, of course, sex. Naturally, with its high price tag, extensive, invasive testing, and painstaking process, only serious participants make it through, and everyone found success. Until us. Goodreads * Amazon

C.L. Donley is a future New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of multicultural and interracial romance, who believes romance novels that are impossible to put down are the only kind that should exist! Armed with a B.A. in English and M.A. in Writing, she is new to the romance game, having written her first novel, Amara’s Calling, after discovering the romance genre in September 2017. Donley writes in a style she calls “romantic realism” that is sophisticated yet simple, grounded yet unaplogetically escapist, and character-driven rather than plot-driven. This style creates a unique, modern reading experience ideal for book club discussions, personal epiphanies, satisfying re- reads, and the occasional spiraling reviewer! Love it or hate it, fans and critics alike can’t deny her talent, and always find themselves coming back for more! She loves hearing from readers and discussing her favorite parts of her own books, so feel free to indulge her. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Bria
This is it. I’ve officially hit rock bottom. I’ve let myself go, with no signs of letting up. So you’d
think I wouldn’t be surprised when the day comes.
Ever since I got back from Halcyon, I haven’t been able to eat my feelings fast enough. I went
back to school, finished my degree at USC and drowned myself in fried cheese. I can’t bear to
look at a scale, but I’ve been up and down enough that I’m practically an honorary dietician.
I know I’m 300 lbs now, at least. I just know that. And all I’ve done about it up to now is worry. I
can’t bear to leave the house anymore for the shame. I sure as shit can’t go out networking and
apply for jobs. I was trying to move on, or at least I somehow convinced myself that’s what I was
doing. Anyone could look at me and see I was stuck.
And now? Now I’m literally stuck. For real. After flailing and wheezing and panting from trying to
sit up it’s finally happened. I can’t get out of the bed.
Rock bottom. I woke up every day in fear of it. But I never expected it to be this… literal. I just
lay on my bed weeping. Fuck! My sister Skye is on speaker with the phone next to me on the
pillow. She just sits and listens to me being the most pitiful human being that’s ever lived. And I
know it’s a lot to put on her. It’s a lot to put on anyone. But I literally can’t hold in another thing.
“Just move to Houston, Bria. With me,” Skye says sympathetically. Hardly any real solution, but
that isn’t surprising. Skye’s solution to every problem was always, “just come with me to this
thing.”
I sigh. “I don’t know, Skye. What would be the point?”
“Well, for one, wouldn’t be alone. For two, you’ll be far away from Mom, which we all need. You
said you wanted to get from out of the Forrester shadow. And to do that you gotta leave L.A.
The music scene is jumping in Houston. 4D Acres is building its next satellite office here.”
“That means getting on a plane…”
“Not right away. Just get yourself back down to your pre-Halcyon weight for now. I know you
can do that in a pinch. What’ll that take, a month?”
The inner me was screaming in agony but I was done listening to that bitch. She’s insane. Look
at me!
Skye was the only one brave enough to talk about my weight ballooning as a matter of
practicality. Unless you count the paparazzi.
“’In a pinch.’ Because it’s so easy, Skye.”

“No, it isn’t. That’s why you should start now.”
The very thought of trying to scrape up enough willpower to get to the fires of weight loss
Mordor is exhausting. It’s exhausting when I’m optimistic. Now there’s no relief in sight.
“No, Skye. I know when I’m not ready, and I’m just not. I’m just too beat up.”
“That’s your own doing, Bri.”
My heartbeat instantly doubles defensively. Not Skye too.
“How can you say that? After what’s happened? After what they posted?”
I showed up in the tabloids not that long ago. A slow day in tabloid history, for sure. But still.
“They’re just saying what you’ve already said to yourself a million times, Bria. You gonna get
surprised when TMZ repeats it?? Do you believe yourself or don’t you?”
Damn.
A single tear falls across my nose down to my pillow as my sister continues to massage my raw,
stiff soul. The pain makes it hard to see the point.
“You should’ve been building yourself back up all this time. What good is it, trying to beat people
to the punchline if you’re just gonna get upset about how they respond anyway?”
“I barely made it through last semester. Mom wanted a big ass graduation party and all this…”
“Stop worrying about what Mom wants. I’m not gonna sit here and say I know what it’s like to go
through a program like Halcyon and come back with nothing. But you picked up and went back
to school as if nothing happened.”
“And now I’m in hell.”
“You can dig yourself out.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. And you’re going to.”
I break down in tears, gasping for air.
“I need help!”
Skye didn’t answer for a long time. The struggle is both real and old for me, and Skye was
always the first one to rescue me. She’s probably looking for a red-eye right now, getting her
former trainer on the phone—

“Okay. Then get yourself some help.”
Oh. I guess it’s tough love time. Fair enough. I’ve done this to her enough times. She’s allowed
to be tired. I feel a lump in my throat.
“So you’re done helping me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I don’t want Mom to know anything.”
“Well, that’s gonna be hard, but I think we can do it. I’ll make some phone calls, but you gotta be
100% transparent Bri. If you slip, don’t do it alone. If you’re not fine, don’t say that you are.
Promise me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’m proud of you. I’m so fucking proud of you, Bria. You know that?”
“Yes.” I wipe my tears.
We decide it’s best to call mom’s assistant Tyra to confidentially come in and remove my
extensive snack stash and replace it all with fresh food. So I did. Best way to do it is no last
hoorahs. Rip the band-aid off. Have someone else do it if you can.
The next day Aunt Pat comes over— my mom’s long-time hair and makeup stylist. She is not
my mom’s or anyone’s sister, but I know if Aunt Pat’s at my door it means that Mom found out
about what I was doing, even though I don’t know how. But Forresters leak like a sieve. And
also, maybe the disgusting paps followed Tyra leaving the reclusive sea beast’s lair with four
grocery bags full of Ding-Dongs.
Pat gives my hair her patented conditioning treatment. It involves Saran wrap and it’s the last
thing I need to be worried about. But dammit, if I don’t feel like I’m gonna knock this thing out
once I see my shiny and voluptuous hair in the bathroom mirror that’s just past my shoulders
when it’s straight. I owe it to the world to chip away this gorgeous slab of marble.
Cooking for myself’s gonna be a bitch. Not because it’s hard, but because it reminds me of
Halcyon. When Luke and I would cook on the weekends. Meals were like magic— follow the
directions and they came out tasting exceptional every time. I wish I could remember some of
those recipes. The night we had the chimichurri chicken was the night he asked me if I loved
him. I admitted I did. I ruined the salsa verde enchiladas and they were still delicious.
Everything was of the highest quality. I even lost a few pounds without trying, and despite eating
as much as I wanted while I was there. They really spared no expense. I was 80 pounds lighter
then— still heavy, still constantly stalked by shame. I’d kill someone to snap my fingers right
now and be back there.

By the end of day three, I already want to quit. It’s a hell sandwich. I go to sleep in my reclining
chair instead of the bed and cry my eyes out. Hungry. And on top of it, the Halcyon nightmare is
back.
It starts out well enough, with Luke’s hands on my hips. Luke moving underneath me hard and
intimate. And then I hear laughing. It merely distracts me in the dream.
I’m not self-conscious at all until the dream changes and suddenly we’re not in the suite we
shared for six months, we’re in the fucking dining hall. Or should I say, we’re fucking in the
dining hall. On top of one of the shiny metal picnic-style tables. Somehow I knew it was an
audition. The person wasn’t laughing at me, they weren’t even paying attention. Suddenly the
dining hall is more full than it’s ever been. For some reason, I’m too embarrassed to simply pry
my naked body from his and run out. I have to pretend that I meant to fuck him in the dining hall.
I have to keep going. Luke is obnoxiously indifferent, as usual. The way he was when we
weren’t lying down.
I wake up with a dull ache in my chest, not to mention between my legs. Note to self: next time
that dream rolls around, get over yourself and ride him for all he’s worth.
I buy a calendar. Prep my meals. Fast intermittently. Cross off the x’s until Houston. I don’t go
near a scale. It doesn’t matter, not anymore. This can’t be temporary. Not if I can’t map out a
new way to live and stick with it. If I haven’t lost enough weight this month, I simply have to keep
going until I do.

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Putin’s Useful Idiot by Kenyon Kane Genre: Historical Espionage, Romance

November 1984, Richard Hart lands at Moscow’s Sheremetyevo Airport carrying a dossier he doesn’t have security clearance to open, a map of Moscow missing most of the street names, five ten-dollar bills (probably dyed with invisible ink) and an American Express card. Acting as a CIA “financial” agent, Hart must close a deal with the KGB, rig the transaction to produce enough “black money” to bribe KGB hard-liners to retire, and get out alive. And he only has Colonel Putin there to help him. PUTIN’S USEFUL IDIOT is about Richard Hart, a self-centered materialist living in New York City married to a woman half his age, dining out every night at fancy restaurants and spending his weekends shopping with his wife at expensive stores like Bergdorf-Goodman, Henri Bendel, and Gucci. Forced to take an assignment to Moscow, he winds up in an environment where money is worthless because there is nothing to buy, food is scarce and for the most part terrible and even drinking water is impossible to find at times. As he adjusts to his new environment, he comes to find that his materialistic viewpoint is selfish, and in fact unnecessary to his happiness, and as he finds joy in the new friends and relationships he makes, he transforms toward the collective. But is it all a set-up by his partner in crime V. Putin? Is he just another Useful Idiot? As a counterpoint, while Hart is evolving in his social views toward the collective, his Soviet counterparts evolve toward capitalism because the free markets are coming to the Soviet Union and everyone is going to need western currency to survive. Inspired by true events, PUTIN’S USEFUL IDIOT is a ride-along first person, present tense adventure jampacked with danger, passion and humor Add to Goodreads Check out the Kickstarter campaign!

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Handcuffs, stamped with a metal hammer and sickle, one cuff locks around my wrist, the other to a
tubular bed frame. Wearing an over-sized bathrobe, with a Soviet star on the pocket, I’m butt naked
underneath, except for the plaster cast on my right leg from mid-thigh to my ankle. Not that I’m shackled
in a contorted position, heck they even gave me a pillow, though it stinks of bleach. But it’s hard to sleep
with one wrist shackled, even though I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight anyway. They don’t want me to sleep,
that’s the point. They want me to think about the evil I’ve done and confess. But it doesn’t really matter
because by this time tomorrow I’ll either be free to go where I want when I want, or I’ll be beat-up and
suffering in a Soviet prison transport headed for a Siberian labor camp. I just hope I don’t have to pee
tonight, but they’ll be coming for me soon enough. And I’ve seen their work, and it ain’t pretty.

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