Friday, December 12, 2025

Chapter Reveal: Structure of Love by AJ Sherwood

Title: Structure of Love
Series: Gay 4 Renovations #2
Author: AJ Sherwood
Genre: MM Romance
Tropes: Chosen Family, Gay HGTV
Hurt/Comfort
Release Date: December 26, 2025
Gage has a blueprint for his life all mapped out.

First, straighten out his little brother so Gage can finally stop being pseudo father to him.

Second, expand the company to have permanent crews.

Third, avoid any more hookup dates–he wants all or nothing.

The very sexy, tatted bar owner that slides into his life? Not part of the plan.

But god, Gage can go for some red line changes to make Logan part of it.

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AJ Sherwood believes in happily ever afters, magic, dragons, good men, and dark chocolate. She often dreams at night of delectable men doing sexy things with each other. In between writing multiple books (often at the same time) she pets her cats, plays with her dogs, and attempts insane things like aerial yoga.

She currently resides in Michigan with aforementioned dogs and cats. Being in snow country gives her the excuse to stay inside and watch bl dramas, which suit her perfectly.


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Thursday, December 11, 2025

Cover Reveal and Giveaway: More Than My Hometown by Claire Hastings

MORE THAN MY HOMETOWN
Hayes Family #5
by Claire Hastings
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Release Date: January 15, 2026
Cover Design: Y'all That Graphic
Photographer: CJC Photography
Genre: Small Town Romance Standalone
Trope: Friends to lovers, second chance, marriage pact, dirty talking hero, one that got away, inexperienced heroine and hero
It was an innocent childhood pact—if we’re not married by thirty-four, we marry each other. Made back when we were inseparable, and our thirties seemed old.

That was until life—and my harsh words—tore us apart.

Maisey wanted to see the world. I chose our sleepy hometown over her. Something I regret every day.

Now she's back.

She hasn't forgotten about our pact like I thought she had. In fact, she's looking to collect.

Except it’s not that easy. Too much time has passed since we made that pact. We aren’t the inseparable friends we once were.

Still, I can’t stop thinking about what might be. Maisey isn’t giving up that easily either.

The more time we spend together, the more she kisses me, the more I never want it to end.

But now we have to decide what’s more important—following our hearts or following our dreams.
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“Probably should have done that a long time ago,” Ewan whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

I chuckle, for the first time in forever feeling like I have my best friend back. Damn, it feels good.

“Timing was never your thing,” I joke, hoping I can still do that.

He scoff-laughs, and even without looking, I can feel the smile spreading across his face. The Ewan smile—the shy, sheepish grin that still gives me butterflies.

“That’s why I had you.”

I nod, shivering, although I’m not sure if it’s his openness and sincerity or the spring rain that is causing my reaction. Ewan doesn’t seem to think twice though, scooping me up like a groom carries a bride, scurrying across the pavement and back up the stairs. The small overhang at my front door doesn’t do much, barely covering one of us, but it’s better than the parking lot.

“So, what now?” I ask, uncertainty creeping in.

There’s a part of me that would still marry him tomorrow if he asked. Head straight to the courthouse, stand in front of Judge Robinson, and promise to love him until death do us part. But there’s another who wants answers. Who is still hurt.

“I don’t know, Mais,” he admits, placing his hands on my hips. I shudder out a sigh, wanting to fall into him. “I know we both have so much left unsaid, and have a lot to catch up on, but…I…”

I nod. Because I know. He doesn’t have to say it out loud. Even after all this time apart, we’re still connected enough for me to know what he’s thinking and feeling. Which means I know the whole mess that is inside his head right now. Because it’s the same one inside mine.

“Ewan, I…”

“Y’wanna go fishin’?”

Huh…what?!

I blink, hard, trying to make sure I heard him properly. That he just asked me what I think he just asked me.

“Wh-what?” I stutter, staring back at him blankly.

“Y’wanna go fishin’?” he repeats, as casually as ever.

As if he didn’t just turn my entire world on its axis with a single kiss, now he’s asking if I want to go fishing.

And yeah, I do.

Fuck, yes, I want to go fishing with Ewan Hayes.

Because what I wouldn’t have given all these years to be asked that question. To have Ewan look at me, with that sheepish grin, and ask me if I want to go fishing, the same way he would have asked me when we were younger. Like this is any other day.

Smiling, I look up at him, feeling like I’m on top of the world. Like for the first time in a decade, I’m myself again.

“More than you know.”
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Cover and Excerpt Reveal and Giveaway: Forget Nashville by Savannah Maris

FORGET NASHVILLE
by Savannah Maris
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Release Date: January 8, 2026
Genre: Suspense Standalone
Tropes: Crime thriller, romantic elements
“Do you want to play a game?”

For the past year, late-night crime has plagued Nashville, Tennessee, and Detective Sean Chambers has worked on a slew of cases involving missing or dead strippers and prostitutes.

A new attack draws him back to The Crystal Palace – the site of a cold case from a year ago. This time, though, the victim didn’t vanish.

With his doggedness for solving crimes, Sean tries to unravel the mystery before him. But someone knows more about the crimes than he does. When a mechanically altered voice offers assistance, does he take it or refuse it?

Can Sean figure out the game before the rules change?
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His phone rang and he glanced at the screen, not recognizing the number. “Chambers.”

“Detective Sean Chambers?”

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“It’s Jo. Jo Lindler, the bartender at The Crystal Palace.” Her voice was all but a whisper. “We met last night.”

“I remember.”

“You gave me your card and told me to call you if I remembered anything.”

“Have you?”

“Not until I got to work tonight. It was more what was missing.”

“Can you talk now?”

“I’m on my break, but I don’t feel comfortable discussing this here.”

“What time does your shift end?”

“We close at two during the week, so I’m outta here by three.”

“Where would be good for you?”

“There’s an all-night diner at the truck stop out toward the Davidson/Wilson County line. Do you know where I’m talking about?”

“Yes, I’ll meet you there at three-thirty.”

“See you then.”

The phone went dead.

Just before three-thirty in the morning, Chambers pulled into the diner off Highway 40 in his personal vehicle. As he walked inside, he tried his damnedest to remember what the bartender looked like as a vision drifted into his mind—petite, pink spiky hair, and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. He remembered towering over her by at least a foot. At his height, that wasn’t uncommon.

He glanced around the small diner accented in yellow and bright blue. Not seeing pink hair, he found an open booth at the back of the room where he could sit with his back against the wall and have a full view of the door in front of him. He’d just settled into his seat when the waitress walked up to the table. “Coffee?” she asked as she laid a menu and a set of flatware down.

“Please.” He glanced at the flatware. “I’m expecting someone.”

She placed another menu and a set of utensils across from him before turning to retrieve a mug and a pot of coffee. “Freshly brewed,” she said as she poured the hot liquid.

He was taking his first sip when a hooded person with pink hair sticking out of the edge approached him. She had on tight leather pants, and he wondered if she had on more than a bra under the hoodie. He recognized her immediately and sat up straighter. The woman glanced over her shoulder, then slid into the seat across from him.

“You made it,” she said.

“I always follow up on a potential lead.”

“I know this was a long drive for you, so thanks for meeting me here.”

“Coffee?” The female voice came from beside her.

Jo glanced at the woman. “Please, cream and sugar.”

The waitress retreated and Jo looked back at Sean. He leaned forward with his arms resting on the table. “You got information for me?”

She nodded, but before she could answer, the waitress set her coffee mug in front of her and filled it up.

“Are you eating or just drinking?”

Sean handed the waitress his menu. “French toast, side of bacon.”

Jo looked up to see Sean staring at her expectantly. “Same,” she said as she handed the menu to the woman taking their order.

As the waitress left, Sean sipped his coffee, waiting for Jo to start talking. She took another glance over her shoulder and leaned toward him.

With her voice low, Sean leaned back in and focused on the woman in front of him. “Last night was the first time there hadn’t been a white van parked in the last spot behind the club for the last week.”

“Beside the loading dock door?”

She shook her head. “There are a few patron spots—overflow—around back. You can’t see them from the road.” She took a napkin from the holder and pulled a pen from behind her ear. After drawing a rough sketch of the building and the parking lot, she showed him exactly where the van had been. “Seems kind of odd that it had been there for a week. Jasmine goes missing, and the van doesn’t show up.” She shrugged.

“What can you tell me about the van?”

“White, utility type, no windows, Virginia license plate.” She furrowed her brow and closed her eyes as if trying to see the tag in her mind’s eye. “There’s an H in the third position. I don’t know why that stands out to me, but it does.”

Sean scribbled notes on the small pad he pulled from his jacket pocket. “Anything else?”

“Not off the top of my head.”

He slipped the drawing into his notepad and put it back into his inside jacket pocket.

“Order up,” a voice said from not too far away.

Sean sat back while their plates were placed before them. Once they were alone, he said, “Do you know if there are any cameras that will show the area?”

“I’m not sure, but I can find out.”

“Did you see anyone in the van?”

She chuckled. “I’m sure they’re male, but actual faces, no.”

Sean took in every aspect of Jo, her face, her actions. He knew what he needed, and she could either help him or hurt him. He was counting on the former. Stuffing a bite of French toast into his mouth and taking a sip of his coffee, he decided it was now or never. “Um, Jo, would you consider being my eyes and ears in the club?”

Jo bit off a piece of bacon and stared at Sean. “Like an informant?” she asked as she chewed her food.

“Yeah.”

Jo fidgeted in her seat. “I don’t know. If anyone found out…”

“I’ll talk to the sheriff to see if there’s any money in the coffers to pay you.”

She cut her French toast. Taking a bite, she stared out the window. “What would I have to do?”

“Meet with me, tell me anything you see or hear that could link to Jasmine’s disappearance, or anyone else, for that matter. You know as well as I do that the strippers and prostitutes talk. Maybe there’s a connection between Jasmine and some of the other girls that have vanished.”

She turned back to face him. “Yeah, I can do that.”
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I’m Savannah Maris, a southern girl and hopeless romantic. I’m passionate about writing stories that incorporate southern charm with a little spice.

I grew up on a farm in a small southern town with a love of sports, dance, and music which usually find their way into my books. My husband and I have two grown children. When I’m not writing, my husband and I are attending sporting events, traveling, or working.

What will find in my books? You’ll find suspense and romance in the Riverton Crossing Series. If contemporary romance is what you’re looking for, try Crossroads of the Heart.
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Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Release Blitz: Into the Storm by Christina Sol

 



Into the Storm by Christina Sol is now live!


She's looking to start fresh, free from any entanglements. He's not relationship material and is content living a quiet life. When their paths collide, the chemistry between them can't be denied. But danger swirls around them...

 

For hairstylist Freya Hansen, relocating to Hudson Island gives her the chance to shed her old life and start over. When her newfound peace is shattered, she struggles to pick up the pieces, until a mysterious stranger steps in. A history of failed relationships has left her questioning her own judgement, no matter how intriguing she finds him. 


Xander Bonetti has left his wild ways behind him and is more than happy to focus on his work--leading Hudson Security's personal security division. But when he spies the petite hairdresser after an incident at the Pacific View Resort, his protective instincts kick into high gear. And when a threat from her past brings trouble to her doorstep, even while knowing his heart could be on the line, he'll do anything to protect her.


As the heat between Xander and Freya grows, so does the danger that looms around them. Not only must they unravel decades-old clues to end the unseen threat targeting Freya, but they must also let go of their fears and secrets or they'll lose their chance at a once in a lifetime love.




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Award-winning author Christina Sol writes what she loves to read - romance filled with heart, heat, and suspense.

When Christina's not writing, reading, or knitting, she's watching football or fueling her washi, sticker & planner obsession.

Christina lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two children.

 


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