Kira Stone is here to tell us about Devil's Man, LGBTQ+, dark romantasy.
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LGBTQ+ Dark Romantasy
Date Published: April 10, 2026
Research at Loveland College has never been quite so productive...
Devil's Man: Roman vows to have Carter, a reclusive professor, one way or
another. Roman's devilish scheme to seduce Carter succeeds, to the great
pleasure of all involved, but their tryst ends with dire consequences. To stay
alive, Roman and Carter will have to face their deepest fears.
Between the Covers: Leah has to discover why Loveland College students are
obsessed with having sex in her section of the college library. Leah turns to
Sam, a Campus Security Detective, for expert advice. Together they seek the
truth... Between the Covers.
Mayan Destiny: Professor Patrice Valez dreams of Mayan ruins and gods of old.
When she wins a grant to study an obscure Mayan temple, she's stunned, and not
entirely happy, to discover her Mayan obsession has a purpose -- and a price.
Bump in the Night -- "Department of Paranormal Research." Wade's colleagues
laugh at the title on his office door. But if he can debunk the ghosts of the
famed Hoag Mansion, he'll finally start getting the recognition he deserves.
What he finds instead are things that go bump in the night...
EXCERPT
"Over here."
There was an impatient huff before a woman said, "I thought you said you
knew where it was."
Leah Spencer paused in the act of replacing a book into its proper Dewey
decimal order on the shelf. She looked around but didn't see anyone. Still,
the sounds of heavy breathing were coming from a nearby location.
"I do. It's right here." Teeth of a zipper were parted.
"That is not what I'm looking for." This time instead of sounding
aggrieved, the female's voice dripped with amusement.
Oh, crap. Not again. Her section of the library had to be the hottest
make out spot on campus lately.
"Suck me," a male voice hissed.
"Like this?"
"Oh, yeah. That's it."
He started to moan. Wet sounds slipped between the logically ordered
tomes to reach Leah's ears. Her face heated, and so did her feminine core.
"Lick it."
Apparently his lover complied because inarticulate encouragement ensued.
Leah considered peeking around the spines to catch a glimpse of their faces so
she could give a description to campus security, but as soon as she moved, the
book in her hands rasped against the ones on the shelf at her waist.
"What was that?" the woman asked, suspicious.
Leah froze, her heart beating frantically at the thought of being
discovered. It would certainly get her fired if the administration learned
she'd been listening to, rather than interrupting, the copulating couple.
Assuming, of course, that she survived the humiliation of being labeled a
sexual voyeur.
"It's nothing. Ignore it," her partner replied.
"I really think --"
He cut her off. "No one ever comes up here. No one except people like
us. Might get crowded, but we're not going to get in trouble."
His partner seemed reassured by his explanation. "Yeah, I guess you're
right."
Safe for the moment, Leah carefully stepped out of her shoes so her feet
wouldn't make a sound as she dashed down the main corridor, away from the
action. Once she'd reached her miniscule office, she picked up the phone and
dialed a number she knew by heart.
"It's happening again," Leah said as soon as Campus Security Detective
Samuel Zheng answered.
"Damn. That makes the fourth time today."
The husky tenor of his voice jumpstarted the lust already simmering in
her veins. Leah wished she were brave enough to intimately touch herself
during one of these conversations. So far, she hadn't dared. But to come to
the sound of his voice, to be that close to him whether he knew it or not,
would be... would be... pathetic.
"Leah?"
She sighed, dismissing the fantasy and zeroing in on reality. "Yeah, I'm
here."
"I'm on my way. Don't let them leave."
Right, she thought as the dial tone echoed in her ear. Even if Sam ran
the whole way, it would take him ten minutes to arrive. She was a
five-foot-nothing couch potato. How was she supposed to restrain two healthy
adults if they were determined to go? Keep them riveted with a discourse on
the finer points of fellatio?
Assuming they hadn't already left, she'd have to stay where she could
monitor them. Listening to their passionate directives. Picturing them...
Enough!
As quietly as she could, Leah tiptoed back to her hiding place. Again,
somehow she betrayed her presence. Damn Sam for asking her to do his job!
"There's another noise," the woman hissed. "Someone's coming."
"No one is coming but me, baby. Suck me a little harder, would ya?"
The woman chuckled softly. "Mmm, you're such a big boy. Gonna have to
find something special to do for you." In the quiet, close quarters, Leah
detected the rustle of fabric, followed by the snick of a bra being undone.
"How about this, stud? Does it do anything for you?"
"That... is so... hot."
Images of what they might be doing flickered through Leah's mind. She
closed her eyes. Their out-of-sync heavy breathing fueled the white-hot lust
pulsing between her legs. She envisioned a pair of plump breasts surrounding a
hard shaft, the rosy head peeking up from the deep, lily-white valley.
"Gonna let me fuck you?" the guy panted out.
"No, I want you to come like this. All over my breasts."
"Oh, yeah."
The smell of sex permeated the air. Leah's clit throbbed. She didn't
want to risk moving around too much for fear of scaring them off, but she had
to do something to soothe the ache in her swollen clit. Using the only option
that came to mind, Leah placed a heavy tome between her legs. As quietly as
possible, she ground against it so the rigid spine rode over her pussy,
sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
People often teased her about getting off on books, but this was the
first time she'd actually attempted it. The thought almost made her giggle,
but she choked it off.
"That's it. Fuck my tits, stud."
"Gonna come," he announced.
"Do it for me. Do it now."
Leah was near the edge herself. As he grunted through his climax, Leah
rubbed the book between her legs. Given the volume's size, it took both hands
although she badly wished one were free to pluck at her pebbled nipples.
She'd never felt so wanton in her life. She imagined semen coating the
woman's breasts, his hands rubbing it in. Her mouth licking him clean. All the
while, her BOB substitute stroked her into a frenzy of wet, hot need.
"Here, let me get that." Whatever the man's offer entailed, his partner
seemed to enjoy it. Her cry of pleasure triggered Leah's release. It wasn't
the best orgasm of her life, but her reaction was intensified by the fact that
she'd made it happen at all. In the library. Where she could have been caught
at any second.
What in the hell had she been thinking?
As she pondered the depths of her recent depravity, the lights overhead
dimmed for a full ten seconds, then brightened again. It signaled the
five-minute warning before the staff started herding students out of Loveland
College Library. Shit! Where was Sam?
About the Author
Kira Stone has been around the block…the writer’s block, that is.
From vamps and witches to historical heroes, from futuristic scientists to
paranormal corporate executives, from Canadian werewolves to off-world
shifters, Kira has written about them all. Manlove has sparked hot and heavy
in many of her plots, but Kira also finds a lucky lady to keep the sexy heroes
company from time to time. While Scotland remains her favorite place in the
world, Kira is constantly in search of new adventures to add to the creative
primordial ooze where her best stories are born.
In a moving story of love and loss, a corporate consultant leaves her life behind to care for her dying friend’s children—and finds hope with the small-town coach who steps up to the plate with her.
From the author of The Art of Starting Over comes a heartfelt portrait of what it means to build a family, as a young woman navigates grief, guardianship, and the bittersweet gift of falling in love.
The only thing that could pull Antonia Bernardi away from her high-powered career is her lifelong best friend. And with two children and a cruel prognosis, Miriam Vaughn needs her now more than ever.
Antonia drops everything—her job, her relationship—to be there for the Vaughns. Playing mom to Miriam’s teenage son and seven-year-old daughter is a tall order made heavier by grief. But the kids need her, and she needs them.
Then there’s the boy’s coach and mentor, former MLB star Weston Schmidt. He’s a pillar of support, a safe space for Antonia to rest. But there’s too much going on to even think about romance … or maybe that’s exactly why they should.
Adjusting to life without her best friend, Antonia leans into her new role as guardian, doing work she loves and repairing the old farmhouse Miriam cherished. Nothing can stop the world from spinning—but Antonia has every reason to keep on going.
Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband, two daughters, and their three dogs.
In 2012, Heidi turned her passion for reading into a full-fledged literary career, writing over twenty novels, including the acclaimed Forever My Girl.
Heidi's first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Rothe, and opened in theaters on January 19, 2018, and is now available on DVD & Digital.
Dwight Holing is here to tell us about The Yellow Hair, a Nick Drake Novel - book 10, mystery, contemporary Western, Native American literature.
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A Nick Drake Novel, Book 10
Mystery, Contemporary Western, Native American Literature
Date Published: 04-30-2026
Publisher: Jackdaw Press
New Badge. Old Blood.
Nick Drake traded his past for the Sheriff’s star, but Harney County
doesn’t do election honeymoons. His tenure kicks off with a double
homicide staged as a murder-suicide—a lie Nick isn't buying. As he digs
into the crime’s rotting core, the rookie Sheriff finds himself fighting
a war on two fronts: a lethal learning curve with unproven deputies and a
political recall designed to bury him. In the high lonesome where secrets
kill, Nick must strike first and strike hard. Because in this office, the only
thing shorter than his term is his life expectancy.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Potholes on a road I’d never traveled before grabbed at the wheels like
a bad conscience seeking redemption. It led to a ranch east of Burns
surrounded by withered hayfields scratched out of a dead sea of sage scrub.
Tumbleweeds hung on rusty strands of sagging barbed wire. The wind-scoured
house and barn looked ready to give up the ghost. If the call that brought me
out proved true, the owners already had.
A brand new 1980 Cadillac Sedan de Ville was parked out front. The color made
me think of the old saw about red skies in the morning. The driver’s
door opened and released a cloud of cigar smoke followed by a big man wearing
a pearl snap-button shirt and stockman boots. He set a summertime Stetson atop
his crew cut and eyed the seven-point gold star on the door of my rig.
“I take it you’re the new sheriff,” he said. “I heard
Harney County had a special election to fill the boots of the old one who got
hisself killed.”
“Nick Drake,” I said. “And you are?”
“Red Caldera.” He chuckled. “Yup, I know, heckuva moniker.
My folks idea at being clever. Pleased to make your acquaintance, though the
situation inside is none too pleasing. Couple been dead a week, be my
guess.”
When I didn’t make a move toward the house, he clicked his cheek.
“I woulda thought you’d charge right in, but maybe you don’t
know you’re s’posed to on account you’re new to
sheriffing.”
“If they’re dead like you say, what I need to know first is why
you went inside uninvited.”
The straw cowboy hat reared back as he aimed his double chin at me.
“Now, hold it right there. I didn’t do nothing wrong. I’m
the one called it in and I’m the one been cooling my heels on a hotter
than a firecracker morning waiting for you to show up.”
About the Author
Dwight Holing is the award-winning author of twenty books, including the
bestselling Nick Drake Mysteries and the popular Jack McCoul Capers. He is a
member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and Western Writers of
America. He lives beside a coastal river in California with his wife and two
dogs who’d rather swim than walk.
Zoe Forward is here to tell us about Can't Shoot Whiskey, a contemporary romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Can’t Shoot Whiskey
Zoe Forward
Publication date: April 6th 2026
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Josh Hurst was supposed to be my forever. Instead, he became the villain in my origin story.
I gave him my heart. He broke it without flinching. So, I did what any self-respecting, heart-shattered girl would do—I declared war.
Our revenge game? Legendary.
Until I left for college and swore I’d never look back.
But life doesn’t care about vows made in the dark.
When my father dies unexpectedly, I’m dragged back to the hometown I outgrew, handed guardianship of my grieving kid brother, and forced to take over my father’s struggling veterinary clinic.
And waiting for me—like karma with a smirk—is Josh.
Not as a memory.
Not as a ghost.
But as my new business partner.
Avoiding him? Impossible.
Forgetting what we were? Laughable.
He still looks at me like I’m his. Like we’re a story paused instead of over. Like one spark is all it would take.
I pressed my lips tight to fight the smile dying to break free. “What happened to your face?”
He took off his glasses and shoved them in the white lab coat he wore over a green scrub top and khaki pants. “You’re late.”
“You’re blue.” I bit back a snicker.
His cheeks flushed.
A snort giggle escaped me. “Did you have a Braveheart re-enactment after baseball? I’ve never heard of that kind of kink, but to each his own, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s Blu-Kote.”
“The old fogie wound treatment stuff? Do you use that?”
“No.” He wiped ineffectively at his face. “This morning, a horse owner poured it on the hoof while I was looking at the abscess before I could stop him. The mare kicked it all over me. It won’t come off my skin, and it ruined my shirt.”
“Oh.” I compressed my lips to stop the laughter bubbling. A head duck helped while I threw my oversized purse on the client sofa. I reached for the bottle of alcohol off the shelf above the sink and grabbed a few cotton balls. “Hold still.”
“Stop laughing.” He waved at me when I got close to keep me away.
“I’m going to help you.” I saturated a cotton ball in alcohol and wiped his cheek. It didn’t come off easily since it had set into the skin. I rubbed harder.
“Oww.” He tried to bat me away. “Are you trying to peel off my skin?”
I held up the cotton ball to show the blue coming off. “Stop being a wuss. How many clients did you see like this?”
He put the laptop on the counter and crossed his arms. “A few.”
“You need to come up with a better story than some horse kicking it all over you.” I kept rubbing.
“I’m not going with kink as my story.”
I laughed so hard I had to step away from him and put down the cleaning items. I rubbed my eyes. “You’d have the ladies wondering.”
“I’d rather not be known as the Blue Man of the bedroom.”
Author Bio:
USA Today bestselling author Zoe Forward is a parent, wife, veterinarian, and unapologetic chocolate lover. She writes spicy paranormal and contemporary romances that blend action, adventure, humor, and a touch of magic.
Zoe lives in the South with a lively menagerie of four-legged beasts and two slightly wild kids.
Stacy Eaton is here to tell us about her contemporary small-town romance Lance, book 4 Loving a Lancaster.
There's also a great giveaway.
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When her world
loses its color, he’s the only one who can help her find the brush again.
Lance
Loving a Lancaster Book 4
by Stacy Eaton
Genre: Contemporary Small-Town Romance
As a Forensic Accountant, Lance Lancaster lives on facts and
the small details that get overlooked. When his firm takes on a new client, and
Aurora Moonshadow enters the room, the facts he lived by and relied on quickly
begin to vanish, leaving him in the unknown territory of protective gemstones
and Navajo folklore.
Aurora Moonshadow believes in signs and living every minute to the fullest.
After her father passes and she takes over the family business, she finds
herself unable to understand the dire situation her father left behind. That is
until Lance arrives to help her. The creativity that has been hidden by grief
quickly emerges after meeting him, and Aurora is on top of the world until her
protective bracelet breaks.
When Aurora goes missing, Lance returns to Sedona and will do just about
anything to help find her. Learning that she started painting again after their
one night together makes Lance even more determined to locate her and bring her
home safe.
Will they be able to find Aurora before everything she loves is destroyed,
including herself? Or will Lance be left with only her final painting?
Lance is the fourth book in the Loving a Lancaster Series.
This series spin-off of the Loving a Winston Series, which spins
off the Loving a Young Series.
Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Bestselling author and began her
writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took early retirement from law
enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016 due to a second serious
concussion. Her last three years on the job were in investigations and crime
scene investigation. She now writes full-time.
Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband,
who works in law enforcement. She has a daughter in college and a son who is
currently serving in the United States Navy.
Stacy writes a variety of genres, but mostly romance. She
enjoys writing real-life stories that people can relate to with real-life
problems, emotions, and solutions.
Her favorites: Classic cars, photography, Disney, music,
coffee, and her favorite sweatshirt that says, You are dangerously close to
getting killed in my next novel.
Chantel never asked to be a reaper
and she sure as hell isn’t taking the virtuous or young before their time. When
it comes to dirtbags… that’s another story. Whether they’re ready or not, she
has them on her radar for extermination. Rogue reaping suits her just fine.
Rydan, Kahl, and Huntir don’t see
her crimes that way. As Enforcers tasked with keeping order in the para world,
she’s set for reeducation in their lair. Their goal? To ensure her obedience to
their commands while making her submissive to their carnal needs.
Yeah, right.They may be sexier than sin, but these bad boys won’t break her, ever. Bring on the interrogations,
indoctrination, and BDSM, the more hardcore the better.
This is a battle of the sexes they’ll
all win.
PRAISE FOR LAIR
FIVE STARS
Hot and Erotic Paranormal BDSM
John L
A Great Read!
Kathleen Bulfon
I really enjoyed this book
Samantha Davidson
Chanel and her Harem - oh my goodness!
Ashley A. Carr
Great start - Chanel is all alpha female
Elvira
TEASERS
Excerpt:
Chuckling,
Kahl pinned her left wrist against the brick structure.
She
clawed his stubbled cheek but her glove stopped her nails from breaking skin.
“Huntir.”
The bearded guy spoke to the one who looked as a lion would if it assumed human
form. “Some help here.”
He
imprisoned her other wrist against the wall.
She
kicked at whatever she could reach.
Huntir
increased his hold on her. “I could be wrong, Rydan, but I think she wants your
balls.”
Rydan
stroked his beard. “In time. And in the way I demand.”
They
laughed.
She
bristled. “Let me go, you cretins. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No?”
Doubt and amusement burned in Rydan’s dark eyes. “From what we’ve heard you’ve
been a bad girl.” He wagged his finger.
If
the scarf hadn’t covered her mouth, she would have bit him. “You heard wrong.
The prick I took out tonight killed an entire family during a home invasion.
Parents and little kids for fuck’s sake. One baby not yet walking. All for a
few hundred bucks they had lying around, their real valuables in a safe he
couldn’t open because he slaughtered the father before getting the combination.
You call that good? You consider that right? You believe that’s sane? Who in
the hell is going to miss him? Not his next victims, that’s for sure. Did you
want their blood on your hands?”
A
muscle in his jaw twitched.
Not
from anger. Something else. Curious as to what, she gazed deep into his eyes, a
test she performed on those she reaped, determining whether they were decent or
vile in their deepest core.
A
faint spark burned within Rydan, signifying honor or integrity or whatever
humans called the trait.
Hope
surged. Despite Kahl and Huntir holding her arms, she leaned toward Rydan. “You
know I’m right. I can see it on your face. Let me go.” She twisted her wrists.
The others held tight. “The powers-that-be will never know. You have other
paras to cow. Let me do my thing. I’m simply ridding the world of assholes who
shouldn’t be here in the first place. Who decided they had a right to live
while others had to die for their greed and amusement?”
Kahl
cleared his throat. Embarrassment flickered in his brown eyes, a righteous
spark in them too. The same for Huntir. Both as worthy as Rydan…if they allowed
their good sides to come out.
“You
guys know I’m right.” She used her most melodic tone, her pitch soothing and
cajoling, similar to the Sirens’ voices from Greek mythology. Another reaper
talent to make her job easier, other than having to take good people before
their time. “You can’t deny it.”
Rydan’s
features went slack, longing and wonder building in his gaze.
The
same for Huntir and Kahl.
This
was so easy it should have been a crime for her to do it. “Come on.” She upped her charm. “Let me—”
“That’s
not how this works.” Rydan’s weak moment hardened to indifference. “You’re well
aware of that, Chantel.”
His
and the others effortless resistance to her voice shouldn’t have surprised her.
Them already knowing her name certainly didn’t. Most likely, they had her
lengthy file detailing each rogue reaping. Even so, she played dumb. “Who? I’m
Dike.”
Rydan
threw back his head and laughed, the sound rich and thrilling. “That’s not what
I heard.” He inched closer, their boots touching. “Considering the many guys
who’ve been balls deep in you, you’re now telling us you’re a lesbian?”
“Dike
with an i not a y.” Men. “She’s the
Greek goddess representing justice.”
“No
shit? Guess I’ll have to remember that when my next assignment lies as much as
you do.”
“For.
A. Good. Freaking. Cause.”
“Your
words and misguided belief. Not ours. Let’s see what we have here.” He unwound
her scarf. Her waist-length hair spilled out.
Kahl
sucked in a breath. Huntir touched the fiery red tresses.
Rydan
stared, lust flooding his face.
If
it came to sleeping with them to beat this charge, she’d do so, more willingly
than she wanted to admit. However, playing into their hands too soon wasn’t
wise. “Do not touch me. Anywhere.”
