Release Blitz: Keep Me Like a Secret by Ivy Hamilton

Title: Keep Me Like a Secret

Series: Lancaster Hornets, Book One

Author: Ivy Hamilton

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 12/16/2025

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 318

Genre: Contemporary, gay, bisexual, demisexual, sports romance, Canada, mental health/anxiety attacks, forbidden love, found family, doxxing/outing

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Matt Miller’s hockey career is on the perfect track. He has an impressive Junior hockey record—not even a single fight—and his choice of full-ride scholarships at the end of the season. Nothing can throw him off course now. Nothing except a drunken mistake with his team captain, Jake Heeren. If Matt and Jake know anything, it’s this: being queer and professional hockey don’t go together. As their feelings for each other deepen and their games start to suffer, Matt and Jake need to decide how far they’re willing to fight for what they have once the world finds out their secret.

Keep Me Like a Secret
Ivy Hamilton © 2025
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Chapter One—Matt Miller
Multiple cameras go off at once. My eyes burn as I fight the urge to blink. The last thing I need is to be the idiot in the official picture with their eyes closed. I can’t draw any more attention my way. Beside me, Jake Heeren shifts his weight, his fingers brushing mine. His touch burns my skin.

Unwillingly, I flinch.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the media, thank you for joining us.” The voice belongs to my head coach, Mark Palmer. His hands grip the wooden podium. “The Lancaster Hornets are proud to be here today, making this announcement.”

I push all negative thoughts away. Thinking about my mistakes leads me to Jake and our secret. That’s a dangerous path to go down, especially when he’s so close. As our captain, he stands in the middle, tall and broad. I flank his right, with Budi Anderson, the other alternate captain, to his left. The rest of the team fans out on either side of us, with our two goalies at the end. The ice glows behind us, the Hornets logo lit up on the backboard of the rink.

We’ll make for a sharp photo.

“The Centennial Cup is a long-standing tradition in the Canadian Junior Hockey Association,” Palmer continues. “A decade has passed since the Hornets last brought the cup home. I am confident the team behind me will advance to the Centennial finals. However, we have also been given an honour.”

Palmer pauses, the eyes of every journalist trained on him. Lancaster, Saskatchewan isn’t exactly a booming metropolis, so there are really only a dozen people in the room.

“The Lancaster Hornets are proud to announce that in two years, we will be the host city for the Cup, and I am fully committed to preparing us for a win on home ice.”

We all clap on cue, prompting the media to clap as well. None of this will matter to me. I’m happy the Hornets have this chance, but I’ll be long gone from the Hornets by the time they host the Cup. This is my final year of junior hockey, and in two years’ time, I hope I’ll be playing for a Division I team somewhere and headed for the Frozen Four.

The Canadian Junior Hockey Association finals are a Canadian staple. I’ve been a Hornet for three years, with this season the start of my fourth. The Hornets have made it to the Saskatchewan Junior Hockey Association finals—the Valour Cup—every year, but that’s it. Earning the honour of host city would change all that. The Hornets could come last in our league, and we’d still get to play for the Centennial Cup. The host city always gets a guaranteed spot.

Unless we pull off a miracle this season, I’ll never get to experience that.

I paste my media smile on as more flashes go off. I’ve worked hard on perfecting my smile; it comes in handy for times like this when my entire body ripples with unease. I get lost in my head too easily, letting anxiety take over, so I’ve learned to train myself to respond with controlled measures.

Everyone will look at today’s pictures, and no one will know how uncomfortable I am standing next to Jake.

The rest of the press conference finishes up. The media asks the few, pre-approved questions they’ve been given and take a few more photos. Everyone’s excited, even though once the hosting season starts, they’ll be tired. Host teams always have a long, grueling season lasting nearly ten months, with plenty of trades and upheaval since the coaches stack the team.

The only regret I have is missing out on the number of scouts slated to watch. With the players under immense pressure to perform their best, and with all the attention directed their way, everyone’s fighting for the limelight. Everyone wants to be the next kid scooped up into a bigger draft. I have scouts who watch me now, but they’re university scouts. The top scouts in the country aren’t angling to sign me to the NHL.

Jake shifts, brushing our shoulders together, and I snap back into focus. His touch electrifies me from the inside out. Every instinct in me screams to flee. Any FOMO I experienced less than two seconds ago disappears. I’m barely holding things together now as it is. I can’t handle more eyes on me, watching my every move, waiting to find out my secret. I can’t wait to get out of Lancaster and away from Jake Heeren.

Jake’s hand grazes mine, and the flight versus fight instinct kicks in. As always, flight wins, and I recoil before I can stop myself. The camera flashes increase, and I turn away from him, set on edge as I struggle to remain calm.. I try to force my anxiety back down into my gut before the panic takes over completely.

Life had been so good. And then I fell into bed with Jake, and now everything is falling apart.

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Ivy grew up on the vast prairies in Saskatchewan, where hockey isn’t just a sport—it’s a culture. She resides on Treaty land and spends her time (when she’s not watching hockey, writing about hockey, or talking about hockey) either reading, playing board games with friends, or dreaming about the day she adopts a corgi.

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Release Blitz: The Deviation by Rebecca Raine

Book Title: The Deviation

Author, Cover Artist, and Publisher: Rebecca Raine

Release Date: December 17, 2025

Tense/POV: first person, present tense, alternating POV

Genres: Contemporary MM Romance

Tropes: Rock star, first time bi, workplace romance, forbidden love, found family

Themes: Pining, coming out, integrity, trust, belonging, loyalty

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 88 000 words

It is Book 3 in a series where each book can be read as a standalone.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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When my quiet life fell apart, he turned up the music in my soul. How do I pretend we never happened?

Johnny
I did everything my parents wanted: got a respectable job, married my childhood sweetheart, and pushed my rock star dreams into the background. It was enough for me… until my divorce cracked open the cage.

Now old cravings rush to the surface, and I ache to satisfy each one. Starting with the gorgeous man I lock eyes with at a musical festival. Calum is all kinds of perfect. As a manager, he could accelerate my music career. As a man, he reignites the fire in my soul. I can’t have him both ways.

When my band signs with Calum’s company, we agree to keep our distance. No one can know we’ve met before. How far we’ve gone. How deeply we’ve tasted. Our futures depend on the secrets we must keep.


Calum
If I’d known who Johnny was the night we met, this never would have happened. Getting involved with a client is forbidden, and I can’t risk my job—or my sister’s security—for some lust-fuelled romance.

Working together doesn’t have to be complicated. That’s what I tell myself every time we avoid touching. When his eyes tease, and his lyrics seduce. As our professional successes mount, the connection between us only grows stronger.

There are lines we can’t cross. Boundaries we can’t break. But when Johnny is all I want, all I think about… how do I stay away?

Johnny ambles over to invade my personal space. The warm, freshly showered scent of him creeps into my nostrils, causing me to inhale, but I don’t shy away from his closeness. He’s in a dangerous mood. If I show weakness, he may pounce.

“Would you like a drink?” he asks, gesturing with the tumbler that dangles from the fingers of his right hand.

“Sure.” It’s a terrible idea, but at the moment I’ll say yes to anything that will put some distance between us. He withdraws to the kitchen, and I suck in a lungful of oxygen. It doesn’t help. His presence lingers in every square inch of air. It strokes my insides, burrowing into my cells and setting them on fire.

This is not the meeting I expected. We’re supposed to talk about Ned and how we can be allies in my bid to win him over. This isn’t supposed to be a seduction, and I am definitely not supposed to be gagging for it.

Stalking after him, I plant myself in the entrance to the kitchen and glare at the lines of his muscular back. “Why am I here, Johnny?” The clipped words imply irritation, though the truth is probably closer to lustful vexation.

He turns, smirking as he delivers the generous glass of scotch to my hand. “Because you can’t stop thinking about me.”

My spine stiffens at his knowing drawl. I snatch the drink before escaping back to the living room. It has more room for pacing and I’m unsure what he’ll do if I stay still. “I mean, why did you ask me to come here tonight?”

He drains his glass as he returns. Dumping it on the coffee table, he steps into the path I’m wearing through his carpet. I come to an abrupt halt to prevent a head-on collision. His hands lift to cup my face, the calloused fingertips dragging over my cheekbones. The deep brown of his eyes drink me in, and his mouth is a breath away from mine. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says in a rough whisper.

There’s no smirk this time. Only need and heat and passion. “I wonder where you are, constantly. What you’re doing. How you taste.” His body crowds mine. Our hips brush together and, holy fuck, we’re both hard as nails. This man is lightning in my veins. The way I want him hurts, and I glory in the sharpness of the need. “I imagine you masturbating to the thought of me,” he whispers, “every time I masturbate to the thought of you.”

“Johnny.” The name is a groan, pulled all the way from my throbbing cock and up through my vocal cords. “We can’t do this.”

“Sure we can.” His head dips, and I shiver as his lips brush my throat. “I’ll show you.” His hands are on my hips now, tugging me more firmly against him. His mouth chases mine but I turn my head, my eyes drifting closed.

“I need…” My words falter as he rocks his hips, rubbing his erection against mine.

One hand threads through my hair. Taking it in a firm grip, he angles my face back towards his. His panting breath fills my open mouth. “I need you, too.” And then he’s kissing me. His tongue in my mouth. His body flush against mine.

God help me, I kiss him back. Even as I force my arms to stay at my sides and my body to remain still, I can’t resist losing myself for precious moments in his kiss, in the scotch and temptation of him.

When a needful moan reverberates from my throat to his lips, he pulls back long enough to smile at me. It’s the smile that shocks me back to my senses. Lifting one hand to his chest, I force myself to push him away.

“No, Johnny.” We stand there staring at each other, our chests heaving. “I need Fifth Circle. I need to sign a band and my boss has decided it has to be your band.” His smile dies and he straightens away from my touch. “If I don’t sign you to Rush, I lose my job. If my boss finds out what’s going on between us, I lose my job.” The ramifications of my actions slam into me and I drain the glass of scotch I’m still holding before putting it beside his. “I can’t risk my job. Not for anything.”

Not for you. The unspoken words hang between us.

His gaze hardens and a bitter grimace curls his lips. “In that case, we’re both shit out of luck.” Picking up the empty glasses, he storms back towards the kitchen. “There may not even be a band anymore.”

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Cover Reveal: Pretty Prey by A. Zavarelli

PRETTY PREY BY A. ZAVARELLI

Release Date: January 26th

Series: Book 2 of the Empire of Kings series

Complete standalone, interconnecting, no cliffhanger

Cover Designer: Coverluv

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Cover Model: Rory Barber

Genre/Tropes: Dark Romance / Stalker / Masks / Obsessive/Possessive / Touch Her and Die / Mafia / Secret Society / Protective Hero / Morally Gray / Only Soft for Her / Neurodivergent FMC / Storm X Sunshine /Tortured Artsy Hero / Second Chance / Untouched Hero / Woman in Peril

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It started with a message from a stranger.

Or so I thought.

Beneath a veil of anonymity, he lured out my secrets, fears, and desires.

Behind the mask, he could be anyone.

And somehow, it felt safer not knowing.

He comes to me under the cover of darkness, pulling me deeper into this forbidden game.

I give myself to him, knowing the consequences could destroy my life.

I just didn’t expect him to be the one to ruin me.

When the mask comes off, the truth cuts deep.

He isn’t just a man obsessed.

He’s the same man who’s hated me for the last nine years.

In the Cosa Nostra, they call him Il Lupo.

The wolf.

And all this time…

I’ve been his prey.

Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of dark and contemporary romance. When she’s not putting her characters through hell, she can usually be found watching bizarre and twisted documentaries in the name of research. She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies.

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Cover Reveal: The Rewrite by Beth Rinyu

The Rewrite
Beth Rinyu
Publication date: January 29th 2026
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

How long would you hold a grudge?
If you’re Eloise Hendrickson, the answer is twenty-five years.

After being humiliated by her overseas pen pal in seventh grade, Eloise, now a successful writer, has never quite let go of that one mortifying moment. One bad breakup, a late night of drunken internet sleuthing, and a half-baked excuse to bust through writer’s block send her straight into the path of the boy she’s hated her whole life.

Her plan? Turn him into the villain of her next novel.
The plot twist? He’s not the jerk she remembers.

Instead, he’s a charming chocolatier, a devoted family man, and awkwardly, a huge fan of her books. But as Eloise reconnects with the past, it’s not him who captures her attention, it’s someone else entirely. Someone unexpected. He’s rude, infuriating, and gets under her skin like no one else. He’s the exact opposite of the heroes she creates and the men she dates.

With new friends, a fresh perspective, and possibly the beginnings of something romantic—Eloise must decide if she’s finally ready to let go of the perfection she’s always demanded from herself as well as everyone around her, and embrace the unpredictable, wonderfully flawed life waiting for her.

Maybe her next bestseller won’t be about righting the past after all.
Maybe it will be about rewriting the future instead.

Warning: This book may contain chocolate and possibly a happily ever after.

I've always had a passion for Creative Writing. There's something special about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen—or in today's world, a tap of the keyboard. Maybe it all started with the soap opera-level drama I used to script for my Barbie dolls. Plot twists, emotional arcs, surprise twins... it was basically a writer’s room before I even knew what one was. Whatever the spark, storytelling quickly became my favorite creative outlet. I craft stories that keep me on my toes and constantly push me beyond my comfort zone. Deep characters you either root for or love to hate are the ones I’m most drawn to.

Exploring new places helps me uncover fresh and exciting settings for my books, but there’s nothing quite like a quiet walk in the woods or sitting by the ocean close to home. Turns out, plot twists and inspiration arrive just as easily with a sea breeze—or a few curious squirrels.

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Release Blitz: The Book of Oded Chapter 2 by Oded Kassirer

Book Title: The Book of Oded, Chapter 2

Author and Publisher: Oded Kassirer

Release Date: October 8, 2025

Genres: Gay Non-Fiction Memoir

Tropes: A kind of forbidden love

Themes: Coming out, HIV/AIDS

Length: approx. 25 000 words/ 94 pages

Heat Rating: No sexual content

It is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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A Story of Love in 17 parts

A poetic and deeply personal exploration of love, identity, and spiritual truth through a queer lens — part reflection, part quiet confession. This book speaks to anyone who’s searched for belonging or inner peace.

The Book of Oded, Chapter 2: A Story of Love in 17 Parts is a true story told through seventeen short reflections, each introduced by a photograph.

This real-life memoir follows Oded Kassirer’s journey through love in its many forms—love that comforts, love that tests us, and love that stays even when people are gone. With honesty and openness, Oded shares moments from his own life, weaving together memory, relationships, and the everyday search for meaning.

Each part begins with an image, creating a rhythm of words and photos that invite the reader to pause, reflect, and connect. The book moves gently between joy and loss, humor and sorrow, offering a window into how love shapes us over time.

The Book of Oded, Chapter 2 is both deeply personal and universal—a reminder that behind every story of one life, there is also the story of love itself.

Looks like I don’t have to do that anymore, since Gil and I are dating now. Well… Gil being a lieutenant in the Israeli army, we only see each other once every two or three weeks, for maybe a day and a half. So we’re dating-lite.

But there’s more. You see, I’m out, and Gil is… well, I'm in a bigger closet than Gil.. OK, let me explain something about coming out and closets: you don’t just come out once and you’re done. No. You come out of the closet you’re in, into a slightly bigger closet. First, friends know. Then some family. Then all family, maybe a few coworkers. And so on, into bigger and bigger closets, until one day you think you’re totally out. But when you hesitate to put a photo of you and your boyfriend on your work desk, you realize: you’re still in a closet. A really big one, but still a closet.

So in my case, my friends know, and some of my family knows too. But as I start dating Gil, I find myself stepping backwards into a smaller closet. Back to lying to my family and friends. They ask: “So how do you know this guy Gil? He’s four, five years younger than you.”

“Oh, he’s my friend.”

“But we are your friends…”

And with Gil’s family it’s worse. We have to invent a background story, making sure our lies match. It’s back to lying and living a double life — something I’ve always hated.

Maybe because we don’t actually live together, and only see each other once in a while, I agree to it. Maybe I don’t value enough the freedom of being out. Or maybe I need to go through this to finally understand it.

And so Gil and I continue to keep our relationship very low profile. We have to be creative to communicate. Gil is stationed at a small base in the Golan Heights, just a few hours north of Tel Aviv, right on the border with Syria. When I call him, I can’t say what I really want to say. All the lines are tapped—not to catch gay soldiers, but to make sure nobody leaks classified information. Gil, being an intelligence lieutenant, is very aware of this. So even saying “I miss you” is, for him, like shouting into the phone: “GAY! GAY! GAY!”

So we come up with a code. We both love listening to Sarah Vaughan, the jazz singer. “Sarah” becomes our password. Our way of saying what we can’t.

“Hey Gil, how are you? Oh, by the way, Sarah really misses you.”

“Tell her I miss her too.”

“And she wants you to know that she loves you.”

“Tell her I love her too.”

It works—until one day, Gil can’t come to the phone and I leave a message with someone else: “Could you please tell Gil that… Sarah misses him?” When Gil finds out, all hell breaks loose.

Oded Kassirer was born and raised in Tel Aviv, Israel, and moved to Los Angeles in 1988. His creative journey began in film and animation, where he worked on major studio projects before turning toward acting, writing, and personal storytelling.

Alongside his career in the arts, Oded has explored photography and visual expression, blending images and words to reflect the intimate moments of everyday life. The Book of Oded: A Story of Love in 17 Parts is his first book - a true story that combines memoir and photographs in a deeply personal exploration of love, memory, and connection.

He lives in Los Angeles, with his husband, Oscar.

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Cover Reveal: Cage by Tia Louise

Tia Louise has revealed the covers for Cage!

Releasing January 15, 2026

Gigi Bradford is a champion dog breeder, groomer, and trainer, and if there's one thing she knows for sure, dogs are better than men. Owen Stone is the newest member of the LA Champions hockey team, a single dad, bloodhound owner, and he's learned hockey is safer than love--by a longshot. Until his psychic sister says the girl of his dreams is holding a dog, and his new friend Maverick Bradford invites him to be his temporary roommate...

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(Cage is a hockey romance with a broody single dad, a STEM FMC obsessed with dogs/not love, close proximity, roommates to lovers, close proximity, a vow of "just once," family, and loads of spicy fun. No cheating, no cliffhanger, and no third-act breakup.)

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Release Tour: Skin Game by Elle Keaton

RELEASE TOUR - Skin Game by Elle Keaton

Length: 68,000 words

Series: Subtle Deceptions, #3

Prior Reading: required (previous books available)

Genre: small-town, mystery, romance

Tropes: opposites attract, amateur sleuth, small town, ace and bisexual, older MC, found family

Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a

Designer: Kanaxa

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Gabriel Karne is cautiously optimistic. Life seems to be settling down, but in the past this has meant something unpleasant is about to hit the fan.

It’s a new year. The former con artist has a permanent-for-now address, even Keith-the-cat seems to like it there. No more rickety sailboats and living out of go-bags for Gabriel Karne. No surprises. No dead bodies.

Romance-wise, he and Ranger Man are easing into being a couple. A lifetime of habits is hard to break—for both of them.

Gabe has a job. Will he regret agreeing to it? The eight ball says, maybe.

Another damn letter--this time from a stranger--shows up, the author claims they have some of his late mother’s belongings. Great.

Additionally, a strange young woman appears on his new doorstep. She claims to be his long-lost daughter, and has completely sketchy documentation to prove it. It’s not impossible, and yet… Gabe wasn’t born yesterday, and Heidi Karne was his mother, after all.

The next time Gabe sees the young woman, she’s dead.

It will be fine. Everything will be fine.

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Shivering slightly in the too-thin jacket he’d decided to wear that morning, Gabe peered out the Honda’s mist-coated windshield. He’d already cracked the driver’s side window an inch or so to try and keep the glass from fogging while he waited, but the heavy mist surrounding the town of Westfort and this particular hill was cold, cloying, and persistent.

Gabe was fucking freezing. But a favor was a favor, and Gabe was particularly suited to this one.

The address he was focused on sat across the street and to his right, at about one o’clock, maybe one fifteen, and Gabe was just a guy, sitting in his car, watching a house. As one does. Doing his best to appear unremarkable and commonplace. Not casing the joint. Not waiting for the creep inside to leave.

“Come on already. You’re going to be late for work, dude.”

Maybe Gabe’s idea of being on time and this guy’s were wildly different. Possibly it was fine for Randy to show up whenever he dragged his ass in. Gabe’s own job history was not the nine-to-five version, and he suspected that he also might not have excelled on a set schedule, but one thing Heidi had impressed upon him was being on time. A few more cold minutes passed before the front door opened with a loud scrape and rattle, as if it didn’t fit the frame properly.

“Finally,” he whispered.

A youngish man Gabe recognized from a selfie that Althea Mortine had shared with him emerged. Gabe lifted his cell phone to his ear, pretending he’d pulled over to answer a call. Randy Witherspoon didn’t appear to notice that he was being watched from the Honda.

In his early thirties, Witherspoon was of average height and carried a not-quite-to-term paunch that bulged under his blue Mariners hoodie. This was the springtime uniform for many of the less fashion-forward in the Pacific Northwest. The only things missing were sandals and black socks. Instead, he wore a pair of battered leather sneakers and socks that were possibly gray.

Gabe hoped he wore socks because wearing sneakers with no socks was truly disgusting and having that color of ankles was even more so.

Who did Gabe think he was kidding? That guy probably never wore socks. Gabe shuddered.

Broken, broody, mysterious, swoony, inclusive; these are my tropes.

It’s my grandmother’s fault! She bribed me to read with a Nancy Drew box set—and changed my life forever.

It was love at first binge read.

Is there anything better than a character who by the end of the story manages to redeem/heal themselves enough to fall in love? No, there isn’t.

What else? I love both cats and dogs. Star Wars and Star Trek. Pineapple on pizza, and have a cribbage habit my husband encourages. We live in a log cabin near Hood Canal in Washington State, if the sky is clear at night the milky way is visible. But most often I’m inside plotting yet another mystery/romance.

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