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Release Blitz: Surprise Delivery by DJ Jamison + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Surprise Delivery by DJ Jamison

Dr. Casper Rollins knows how to have fun. The love of his life, Kage Myers, lived every moment to the fullest before he died. Now, Casper goes skydiving, mountain-climbing or on other adrenaline-soaked adventures when he wants to feel closer to his lost love.

Medical director Eric Holtz is married to his work — so much so his husband left him. But when his niece shows up, pregnant and in need of an ally, Eric suddenly has family again. Unfortunately, her obstetrician, Casper Rollins, is sexy enough to turn Eric into a blushing adolescent.

What begins as a game to break Eric of his workaholic tendencies escalates into scorching sex and feelings that can’t be ignored. Casper never planned to give his heart to anyone other than Kage, and Eric won’t accept anything less.

If these two want a future, they’ll have to embrace the lesson Kage taught Casper long ago: You only live once.

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Book Review: Spanking the Boss by Hunter Frost

Guest Reviewed by Emilie

Title: Spanking the Boss
Author: Hunter Frost
Series: An Office Kink Novella #1
Heroes: Trent Davis & Charlie Reynolds
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Length: 95 pages
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: January 28, 2018
Available at: Amazon
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Blurb: A secret night of passion just got a lot more complicated…

Young and savvy CEO, Trent Davis has a reputation for being in control—of everything. But when a case of mistaken identity puts him in a situation more pleasurable than he’s ever imagined, Trent knows he needs more.

Hungry for success as a new junior analyst, Charlie Reynolds is determined to prove himself at work. Winding up in his boss’ arms isn’t exactly his best career move—especially since the powerful CEO has no idea who he is.

Will Charlie admit the truth and destroy his future in the company or will “spanking the boss” be the beginning of something deeper?

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Book Review: Ash by Jack Pyke

Reviewed by JustJen

Title: Ash
Author: Jack Pyke
Series: Don’t #4.5
Heroes: Ash
Genre: MM Contemporary
Length: 259 Pages
Publisher: Enspire Pulishing
Imprint Forbidden Fiction
Release Date: March 2, 2018
Available at: Amazon and Barnes & Noble
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Blurb:  “You up for that, hm, Ash? A lesson from an old soul to youth? From me… to you?”

Ash Thomas and his gameplay with other men is vicious, cruel. Better to fuck someone over than be the one who’s on the floor, fucked up, right? But his latest cruelties are about to catch the eye of the Wraith, someone who’s been brought up to play professionally in the shadows. For Ash, beauty and rage aren’t the kind of sins to win him any favours anymore. Life and lessons of the heart never did come easy, especially when they’re about to walk in off the darkened streets, bringing bloodied footprints in their wake.
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The Moth and Moon by Glenn Quigley: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Glenn Quigley




On his way to his favourite seat, Robin accidentally bumped into several different people, causing them to spill some of their drinks. This was typical of him. The slightest slip of his concentration and something was bound to hit the floor. He liked to chalk it up to him being far larger than the average Merryapple inhabitant, but everyone else knew it was just an innate clumsiness, which, after fifty years, he was clearly never going to grow out of. This tendency wasn’t helped by the floor of the inn, as it undulated like the sea outside. One could hardly walk ten paces before being forced to climb or descend some little cluster of steps or other.

At this time of the afternoon, the perfume of the inn was a weak accord of tobacco and beer, swirled with the soot of candle smoke. It would intensify as the day wore on. When he reached a seat by the grand fireplace, he ordered a bowl of hearty crab stew and crusty, buttered bread rolls, which he devoured while listening to the gossip and chatter of the tavern folk. No one attempted to make conversation with him.

The tavern had been made from the wreckage of the first ship that ran aground on Merryapple. The bar itself was imposing and dark and sat on the ground floor of the inn. It was as if a separate entity had crawled into the middle of the Moth & Moon and now nested there, guarded by thick pillars at each of its corners and decorated haphazardly in lanterns hanging like offerings from grateful villagers to the sleeping beast.

A wide selection of glasses and tankards hung from the balcony overhead, and beyond the counter lay a series of walls and doors, some of which led to the kitchens deep in the bowels of the inn. The walls were decorated with display cases of various sizes and shapes housing the innkeeper’s moth collection and shelves holding liquor of every kind. What hadn’t been made locally or imported from Blackrabbit or the mainland, had been brought to the island by the many ships passing through. The selection on offer was unparalleled in this part of the world. Every type of whiskey, rum, gin, brandy, wine, and beer imaginable, plus a few other exotic drinks even Mr. Reed, the innkeeper, with his encyclopaedic knowledge of alcohol, would be hard-pressed to identify and reluctant to actually sell, for fear of unfortunate side-effects. The pride and joy of the drinks on offer was the locally made Merryapple Scrumpy, a very potent cider produced at the orchard over the hills.

Upon leaving the inn some time later, Robin walked past the heat and clamour of the forge and headed up the gently sloping cobbled street towards his home. Anchor Rise was a very steep, narrow road with houses on either side that ran up the slope of the headland then curved northwards and went back down again to join Hill Road. Robin’s house was number five—a tall, thin building painted a dazzling white, like almost every other house in the village, but with a splendid sky-blue door. The house sat in the middle of a row of mostly similar-shaped houses, each one with a different colour front door. On one side of him lived Mr. and Mrs. Buddle, in the house with the red door. On the other side, with the orange door, lived Mrs. Caddy. The Ladies Wolfe-Chase lived in the mansion with the purple door at the top of the road. From the top floor of his home, on his bedroom balcony, he had a perfect view of the whole harbour, as the houses on the other side of the road were set lower than his. He could see clear across their rooftops to the harbour and bay beyond. Right now, though, all he wanted to do was soak in a hot bath.

He kicked off his heavy boots in the bright hallway and stood on the chilly little black-and-white diamond tiles in his thick socks. A toe poked through an extraneous opening, like a creature burrowing toward the light. Darning was another minor job he kept putting off. Sunlight poured through the multicoloured stained-glass porthole in his front door and showered the pale entrance in glorious hues of red, orange, and blue.

He hung up his overcoat on the wrought-iron coat hook affixed to the wall and stomped upstairs past a large oil painting of a stern-faced sailor with a short, wavy beard the colour of freshly cut straw. Dressed in a bulky coat, this seaman wore a flat-topped, navy-coloured peaked cap made from soft, braided cord, pulled low over his bushy blond eyebrows. Sewn to the cap by his father’s own hand was a small anchor pendant with a curious quality—instead of being tied to a ring at the top, the rope emerged from a spindle in the crown. This was the very same cap Robin himself wore.

The round-faced subject stood proudly, with arms crossed, a brass spyglass clasped tight to his chest in one hand. In the pockets of this man’s coat could be seen a journal and a compass. He was standing on the Merryapple headland, and behind him, heavy storm clouds were lavishly painted in thick, gloopy brushstrokes. In the distance, a mighty whaling vessel mastered the white-topped waves. The painting’s ornate gold frame was wound in leaves and fish scales, and a small plaque at the bottom read “Captain Erasmus Shipp.”

In his bathroom on the third floor, Robin turned on the brass taps and stoppered the plughole. The complex angular network of copper pipes snaking throughout his house, from the basement all the way to the top floor, rattled and gurgled and chugged as the piping-hot water came spilling out. This plumbing system was a bold experiment by some of the villagers many years ago and found extensively in Blashy Cove. Whenever he used it, he thought about how he used to have to bathe when he was a lad—in a battered old tin tub by the fireplace. He remembered how his father would carry the kettle from the stove and top up the bath with hot water, all the while humming some sea shanty or other. Sometimes, Robin caught himself singing those same tunes. He kept the old tub in the cupboard under the stairs, just in case these pipes ever stopped working.

The bathroom was white and panelled with long planks of wood. The great round frame housing the room’s only window was painted in the same duck-egg blue he’d used elsewhere in his house. Like the rest of his home, the bathroom was in need of repair, especially around the curved feet of the bath where the regular overspill of water had worn away the paintwork.

He chuckled to himself as he plopped a little wooden toy boat into the water. It was a perfect replica of his own beloved Bucca’s Call—complete with real canvas sails—made by someone very close to him and given to him as a present.

Well, they used to be close, at any rate.

He stripped off his clothes and dropped them into a wicker basket by the door of his bathroom. Now dressed in just his cap, he plodded into his bedroom and picked out an almost identical outfit—a heavy knitted woollen jumper, the same navy as his overcoat, a pair of long, cream-coloured linen trousers and a set of undergarments. Robin found little use for variation in his fashion, preferring instead to stick to what he knew worked for him. While he would occasionally replace an item of clothing if it became damaged or too worn to be of any use, it was usually with a near-identical piece. He would never dream of replacing his cap, however. He’d repaired it many times over the years, and it rarely left his head.

He carefully folded these clothes and neatly placed them onto a chair in his bathroom, beneath the round window with the same deliberate attention he gave even the smallest task. It was as though his every action, no matter how small, required the entirety of his concentration. When he was less than focused, things tended to drop. Or spill. Or break.

He oohed and aahed as he climbed into the steaming hot bath. It was a bit of a tight fit and some water tipped over the rolled edges and splashed onto the wooden floor. He was very tall, burly, and barrel-chested. “Stout” was the way Morwenna Whitewater always described him. She had practically raised him after his father was lost at sea. He had been ten years old then—almost a man, by his own reckoning—and defiantly claimed he didn’t need any help, but every day, she would make her way down the hillside from her little cottage to make sure he was looking after himself. In later years, he had tried many times to convince her to take a room in his house. “You’ve looked after me long enough. Let me repay the kindness,” he had said, but she was as independent as he was and preferred to remain in her cottage.

“Anyway,” she had laughed, “I’d never manage all them stairs!”

Sometimes, it felt as if he was as wide as he was tall. He could just about lie down in the tub if he threw his broad, powerful legs over the end of it, which he did. His bulky arms and shoulders rested now on the edge of the bath. The model of Bucca’s Call had quickly run aground on the fleshy island that was Robin’s big, round, smooth belly. The water soothed his aching muscles, and as he breathed in the steam, he pulled his cap down over his eyes and lost himself in a daydream.

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Book Review: The Tiger’s Daughter by K. Arsenault Rivera

Guest Reviewed by ReadsLate

Title: The Tiger’s Daughter
Author: K. Arsenault Rivera
Series: Their Bright Ascendency #1
Heroines: Empress Yui Shizuka & Barsalayaa Shefali Alshar
Genre: Historical Fantasy, F/F Romance
Length: 507 pages
Publisher: Tor Books
Release Date: October 3, 2017
Available at: Amazon
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Blurb: Even gods can be slain….

The Hokkaran empire has conquered every land within their bold reach―but failed to notice a lurking darkness festering within the people. Now, their border walls begin to crumble, and villages fall to demons swarming out of the forests.

Away on the silver steppes, the remaining tribes of nomadic Qorin retreat and protect their own, having bartered a treaty with the empire, exchanging inheritance through the dynasties. It is up to two young warriors, raised together across borders since their prophesied birth, to save the world from the encroaching demons.

This is the story of an infamous Qorin warrior, Barsalayaa Shefali, a spoiled divine warrior empress, O-Shizuka, and a power that can reach through time and space to save a land from a truly insidious evil.
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Ash by Jack L. Pyke: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Jack L. Pyke

He’d been asleep for only a few hours, and another rev of engine came, another draw to wake him to darkness, and Ash eased slowly off the bed.

Not bothering with slipping on a T-shirt, he made it out into the hall—the landing light always kept on—and cast a glance at his dad’s door as he passed. No movement came from inside, but then he didn’t really expect there to be, not with the drink his old man had taken.

Bare feet light on the stairs, Ash made it down into the kitchen.

Go back two nights, the darkened mass blocking out the natural moonlight through the door should have startled him, probably sent him running over to Chase to regroup and laugh the fear away, but now?


Always that fucking but with Raif.

Ash padded over and stood breath to breath with him.

“You left the door unlocked,” Raif said quietly, watching him in the darkness.

Ash looked behind Raif. Yeah. Guess he had.

Raif’s look seemed to ask one question, chewing it over so slowly and testing the whys… the whens. “Why did you leave the door unlocked, Ash?”

Ash tilted his head slightly. “Why did you push it open to find out?”

Raif let out a hard breath.

Games. Did they both play them now?

“Because if you’re this intense over trust,” Raif said quietly, “maybe I wondered what it would be like to see you fall in love with someone.”

Ash narrowed his eyes. “You’re the type to stand on the side lines and watch people fall in love?”

Raif went to say something, then for the first time, he fell quiet, looking so unsure.

“Trust,” said Ash. “Not so easy, is it?”

Raif looked up, gave such a cocky brow, then moved past Ash. Ash watched him head upstairs like he owned the place, then after a moment, he followed to.

He stopped by his bedroom, resting against the frame as Raif pulled the duvet off his bed and sat in his gaming chair, throwing the cover over him.

Giving a sniff, keeping his movement quiet, Ash headed back out into the hall and pulled a spare duvet from the cupboard. Then he went back into his room, shut the bedroom door, and climbed on the bed.

For a moment he watched Raif, saw him close his eyes, ease the tiredness in his face.

“Gonna be like that, is it, ghost?” he said to Raif, snorting a smile.

Ash got a wink a moment later, then Raif fell quiet.

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Book Review: Staggered Cove Station by Elle Brownlee

Reviewed by Ami

Title: Staggered Cove Station
Author: Elle Brownle
Series: Coast Guard Rescue #1; Dreamspun Desires #54
Heroes: Dan Farnsworth/Karl Radin
Genre: MM Contemporary
Length: 216 Pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: March 20, 2018
Available at:  Amazon and Barnes & Noble
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Blurb:  Rescues are wild in the Alaskan terrain. So is romance.

Sun-kissed California guardsman Dan Farnsworth might be at home in the water, but he’s out of his element at remote, rugged, and freezing Staggered Cove Station. Acclimating proves hard enough, but he’s also digging into how the station’s previous rescue swimmer was lost at sea. Was it an operation gone bad or something more sinister? Add to that the instant tension between him and his partner—no-nonsense Alaska-born Karl Radin—and Dan has his hands full.

As his investigation heats up, so does the attraction between Dan and Karl, even if they don’t completely trust each other. But as suspicious events escalate to sabotage, Dan starts to fear that he and Karl won’t get the chance to become more than reluctant coworkers.
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The Vampire’s Angel by Damian Serbu: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Damian Serbu

16 May 1789

It was too dark. Xavier felt like a fool in the garden as he weeded at a time of night when most people went to bed. He came out after dinner with Catherine, hoping that Thomas might return. But it was too late to count on a visit.

What had Xavier expected, anyway? His weakness angered him. Why did he hope for a forbidden dream and delude himself?

All day, he went over their conversations again and again. They talked about so much, the American revolution, monarchies, French politics, even religion. Thomas at first resisted revealing his atheism, but Xavier guessed and pulled it out of him, then had the hardest time convincing him that it didn’t matter. Xavier divulged little of his own opinions, however, because he still struggled to share personal feelings.

Most of all, Thomas’s bold presence intoxicated Xavier. He ordered himself to stop those thoughts, however, because of his duty to God. He must repress these unnatural yearnings.

Xavier picked himself off the ground and smelled the flowers in the soft breeze that blew through Paris, overpowering the other less attractive smells in the air. He collected himself and started toward the church. For the second night, his neighborhood was quiet except for the sounds of a few children and revelers, typical for a spring evening, and not indicative of a riot.

He sauntered toward the church and admired its simple, small beauty. The diocese tried to close it a number of times, but the political clout Catherine exerted with their family name kept it open. She thought she’d kept her protection of her youngest brother from Xavier, but the bishop had told him about it, rather bitterly. Regardless, Xavier loved serving there, amidst the common people, helping them through their daily struggles.

The sound of footsteps broke his contemplation.

“Abbé, I hoped to find you here. I’m sorry about the late hour. I was doing business.”

Xavier’s heart pounded at the long black hair, broad smile, and Thomas Lord’s confident voice.

“I thought you didn’t come to Paris on business?”

“I didn’t,” Thomas answered and looked away. “But I still have matters to attend to. I promised not to lie to you anymore. I’ve kept my word.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

“No offense taken.” Thomas smiled again.

“What can I do for you?” Xavier struggled for words, but, too nervous, instead sounded like the authoritative priests he despised.

Thomas’s smile turned to a frown. “I didn’t come here to be insulted.”

“No, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way,” Xavier backpedaled. “I enjoy your company. I just had some things on my mind. Please—”

“Perhaps we need to stop being so nervous with one another. Can we be friends? Pardon my forward behavior, but last night, I felt an attraction to you and wanted your company. I confess my ignorance of French custom, so I don’t know if I’m crossing some boundary. But can we become friends without all of the pretense and nervousness?”

Xavier listened, exhilarated and terrified all at once.

“Excuse my boldness,” Thomas continued, “but I want companionship beyond the casual acquaintances I’ve met thus far. I love spending time with you. My friends say that my biggest fault is telling people how I feel, but now you know.”

They stared at each other before Xavier glanced at the ground. Thomas’s proposition came with innuendo. The mere idea of a personal friendship made Xavier nervous, but was Thomas suggesting something else? He was lost. His entire life he’d fought his sexual attraction to men. He had entered seminary, hoping for a magical cure within the priesthood’s celibate world but instead found only more admonitions to control oneself and no solutions.

Xavier’s heart almost pounded out of his chest. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to respond.”

“For one thing, you have to stop apologizing. Every other sentence out of your mouth requests forgiveness. The Catholic Church’s teaching on guilt means too much to you.”

“I’m sorry, I only mean—”

“See? There you go again,” Thomas said. The gentleness in his tone caused Xavier’s breath to catch in his throat.

Xavier smiled when he almost apologized yet again.

“Is something funny?” Thomas asked.

“If you want this friendship, then I have a confession, one I think you already know. I don’t have friends.” He raised his hand to ward off any response from Thomas just yet. “I know. It sounds preposterous, but I have colleagues and parishioners, and I have an intimate relationship with my family. But no other personal relationships.”

“I guessed as much. But you should revel in life from time to time. You’ll find that I take things to the opposite extreme. I’ll teach you all you wish and more. May we sit?”

“Of course.”

Xavier ushered him toward a bench, with only a faint lantern for illumination. Thomas sat next to him and looked into his eyes. The proximity aroused Xavier, sending panic through his body as his stimulation increased. Before either of them said anything, Thomas laughed.

“Abbé, you astound me. Why are you petrified? Your face is bright red.”

“Please, it’s Xavier.” He never said that to anyone outside his family. The church forbade such intimacy, and Xavier was not close to any of his colleagues except one nun.

“Xavier it is, then. Do you always look so distressed?”

“No, really—not usually. I just don’t know what to do with this…friendship.” He drew out the word, savoring it, uncertain what it meant.

“Well, what can I do to help?”

“I’m not sure. What do we do?”

“I see I have my work cut out for me,” Thomas said dryly. “We just do what we did last night. We talk and learn from each other. And there will be times we need to help each other. I’ll never need a priest, but I may need companionship.” Thomas patted Xavier on the back, sending that thrill down Xavier’s spine that he both loved and feared. “It’s difficult to explain how friendship works. Make this agreement with me. We’ll just enjoy the company, and when you need clarification or feel the urge to apologize, tell me and we’ll address those concerns as they come.”

“I’ll do my best, but tell me when I fail.”

“You’ll never have to guess about my feelings. In fact, I already have a concern.”


“I hear a lot of anticlerical sentiment in Paris. What keeps you safe?”

Xavier shrugged. “They lash out at the establishment. My parish never threatens me. Worship attendance has suffered, but I don’t fear the people.”

“Will the militia assist you?”

“There’s no need for extreme measures. They attack that which threatens them, and this small church in no way endangers anyone.”

Thomas seemed assuaged, and for the next hour, they chatted as they had the night before, about the riots, government, and Paris. The more they talked, the more Xavier relaxed. But his initial hesitance embarrassed him. He found Thomas’s familiarity liberating and fun, with no inhibitions or threat of condemnation. Perhaps friendship was simple, and as they talked behind the church, Xavier lost track of time. He was jolted out of their leisure when he heard steps echoing up the catacomb’s entrance behind the church.

How could he forget Maria? All this talk of friendship and he forgot his one friend in the Catholic Church. Maria and he arranged a visit in the late evening to ensure the secrecy of their plans without the watchful eye of church authorities, but in his infatuation with Thomas, he forgot.

Xavier jumped off the bench and away from Thomas too late. Thomas looked befuddled and then saw the approaching figure. The plump nun, dressed in black, stood off by herself.

“Is this a bad time, Abbé?”

“Sister, good evening. No, not at all. Please come,” Xavier said. As he floundered around, Thomas rose and headed toward the gate. He nodded and smiled, as if to say he understood, though Xavier worried that he had offended him.

“Good night, Abbé. Thank you for your counsel. It brought me comfort.” Thomas walked away into the night and Xavier stared after him, then caught himself and turned to Maria.

“Did you forget our plans?”

“Of course not. The gentleman sought comfort about a…a business and personal matter.”

“Is there anything wrong?”

Xavier wiped his brow with his shaking hand. “No.”

Maria raised her eyebrow, but he ushered her into the sanctuary and closed the door. She walked forward in silence. Did she suspect? Did she somehow know?

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Release Blitz: Dusk (Expedition 63, #1) by T.A Creech + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Dusk (Expedition 63, #1) by T.A Creech

When contact is lost with Mission Control, Commander John Dennington isn’t overly concerned. Such hiccups in communication are common. The first inkling of the larger problem occurs when he sees the very shape of the world change before his eyes.

John must ease his crew into a new mission and keep the Station together by any means necessary. The crew jeopardizes their chances by fighting his orders, but Jason Weiss, his mission specialist and the light of his life, makes John’s situation more bearable.

The smallest malfunction to Station or crew would spell the end for six astronauts trapped high above a ruined Earth. It’s their mission to carry on. Random chance of the universe hasn’t operated in their favor so far, but John is determined to see them all safely home.

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Book Review: Fake Out by Eden Finley

Reviewed by Susan65

Title: Fake Out
Author: Eden Finley
Series: Fake Boyfriend #1
Heroes: Maddox/Damon
Genre: MM Contemporary
Length: Not available
Publisher: Eden Finley
Release Date: March 5, 2018
Available at:  Amazon
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Blurb: Maddox:

The reason I rarely go home is three simple words: I’m a liar.

When the pressure to marry my childhood sweetheart became too much, I told her I was gay and then fled to New York like my ass was on fire.

Now, five years later and after a drunken encounter, I find myself invited to her wedding. And I have to bring my boyfriend—the boyfriend who doesn’t exist because I’m straight.

At least, I think I am. Meeting the guy I’m bribing to be my boyfriend for the weekend makes me question everything about myself.


When my sister asks me to pretend to be some straight guy’s boyfriend, my automatic response is to say no. It’s because of guys like him people don’t believe me when I tell them I’m gay.

But Maddox has something I need.

After an injury that cost me my baseball career, I’m trying to leave my playing days behind and focus on being the best sports agent I can be. Forty-eight hours with my sister’s best friend in exchange for a meeting with a possible client. I can do this.

I just wish he wasn’t so hot. Or that he didn’t kiss like he means it.

Wait … why is the straight guy kissing me?
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