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Tales of the Circle, 3

Chef, George Patras, is embracing life again. It’s been two years since David’s death and to honor him he’s opening a restaurant in his name.


Michelangelo Napolitano is a sweet bear of a guy, known in Dupont Circle as the singing mailman. He’s cute, funny, bold, impulsive, and light on his feet—one of which is often in his mouth.


George’s restaurant is on Mikey’s route. They see each other daily, yet date the wrong people. Will they ever see they’re perfect for each other?


There’s more Circle magic in this romantic comedy of blind dates, new love, and a whole lot of HEART.


Heart: Tales of the Circle Book 3, is a romantic comedy set in the gayborhood of Dupont Circle, in Washington, DC. It features characters from prior novels in the series that may enhance your enjoyment, but can easily be read as a standalone.




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George stood, holding the adjoining barstool for support. Wobbly, he went into the kitchen. Zac was there. He looked up from plating salads.


“Are you OK?” he asked.


“Great. There’s a reviewer here… from The Post.”


“Oh. Well, that’s some news.”


“Yeah,” said George. “Jack and May made me drink some ouzo.”


“Yikes.” Zac’s eyes went wide. “That’s the real deal, George—imported. Much higher octane than the American stuff.”


“I know,” George said proudly, punctuated with a hiccup. “I can feel it.”


The door jingled from out front.


George threw his hands up. “And they just keep on coming.”


“Let me get you some water.”


Zac found a paper cup and made for the sink.


“George,” came a familiar accent from behind them. It was Mikey, peeking his head in the kitchen.


“Mikey!” George said, loudly. He turned with a little bow. “Welcome. Welcome to David’s”


Mikey entered with roses. “I wanted to congratulate you on the opening.”


George went to him, embracing him in an overzealous bear hug, smashing the bouquet between them. He lost his balance, falling backward. Mikey reached, dropping the flowers and George caught his hands, pulling him with him. They both went crashing into the kitchen island.


“Whoopsie-daisy!” said Mikey, chuckling. He bent down, retrieving the rose bundle, placing it on the island’s silver surface. George pulled him close.


“Mikey, my sweet, Italian brother. Thank you for the beautiful flowers. You’re such a gentleman.”


“It’s the least I could do, George. I just want you to know I’m here for you.”


George kissed him, their lips colliding sloppily. Mikey tried to withdraw and George squeezed him tighter, his hands moving up and cupping the back of his head, smashing their faces together, relishing the friction of his beard, the plush velvet of his sweet lips. Mikey caved into George’s embrace, pressing, pinning him up against the stainless steel counter. His tongue came out to play and George welcomed it with a chuckle.


When they separated, it was Mikey who looked drunk.


“Whoa,” he said. “Wasn’t expecting that. You taste like candy, George.”


“It’s the ouzo,” Zac said, returning with the cup of water. He handed it to George. “He’s nervous. May gave him a shot of ouzo.”


“Two,” George said, holding up matching fingers. “Big ones.”


“Opa!” Mikey said with a grin.


“Opa! Did I tell you that I have a low tolerance for alcohol, Zac?”


“No, but I can see that.” He returned to the salads.


Mikey whispered, “I’ll have to remember that next time I want to take advantage of you.”


“You already took advantage of me,” George said. “But that’s OK. I kinda liked it.”



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the Author

Timothy Warren lives in the Atlanta suburbs with his husband and their pets. When he is not writing, he is writing in his head... which often leads to strange looks from his spouse.


He loves writing about things that make him smile--the chemistry between men, in particular. Sex plays a big part in these relations, but love wins out more so with his enjoyment of telling these stories... as in life.


"I like to write about men being men and falling in love with men. And I love a happy ending."


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An apple a day won’t keep this doctor away.

Wolf Moon Rising, 1

Linden Grove has always known that he’s not destined to be the next pack alpha. That position belonged to his brother Aspen—but then Aspen left the pack to join the military. When the unthinkable happens and the pack is left rudderless, someone has to step up and take care of it. Can a doctor go from “do no harm” to defending his own with his teeth and claws?


Colt Doherty is used to a certain kind of life. Glittering, picturesque, and . . . empty. As the youngest child of the country’s only werewolf senator, Colt has grown up in the spotlight, and he’s all too used to knot-headed alphas taking credit for the work of others, especially omegas like himself. When his editor sends him to write a story on the Grove pack, though, he finds something completely unexpected: Linden Grove in his unpolished perfection, as shiny and unexpectedly sweet as the apples his pack are known for.


A Grove pack omega has been kidnapped, and someone has to step up. The pack needs Linden to fill his father’s shoes, but no wolf can stand on his own. To save the day, sheltered Colt has to drop the politics and become the action hero he never thought an omega could be.


Black Moon is an 90k word standalone novel featuring one fiery journalist, one doctor with an obsession for hand knit sweaters, and the sweetest apple pies on the whole eastern seaboard, all bundled up in a non-mpreg A/B/O universe.


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“You like that it even works on humans?” I asked through my teeth as Chase led me away, a firm hand between my shoulder blades.


“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Colt.” He smiled at the people we passed, leading me toward a table where a server was ladling out crystal glasses of punch.


I groaned, downing the rest of my champagne and setting the flute aside on the tray of another server. If I was going to turn our direction, I needed the leverage of two free hands. “There’s an open bar. Let’s go to where the wine is.”


“You’ve had enough,” Chase practically growled.


With a roll of my eyes—of my entire head—I looked up at him. “There is no such thing as enough at a gala. Anyway, I meant you like imposing your big bad alpha will on unsuspecting humans, don’t you?”


“Doesn’t work like that.”


Maybe it didn’t. Maybe there was nothing innate about alphas that got them their way outside of a traditional pack setting. Of course, if you went around the world expecting to get everything you wanted, it often worked out that way. It’d been a process of almost three decades, but I was finally getting the hang of it.


And in that spirit, I jerked my head at another nearby waiter, catching his attention just in time to snatch another flute of champagne off his tray. Chase sent me a narrow-eyed glare.


“Don’t worry, big bro,” I said, raising the flute to him before lifting it to my lips. “I’ll take the town car home.”


We all would. There was a requisite Doherty-family post-mortem after any society event.


“I need you to keep your head on straight,” Chase warned once we got far enough away from the main crowd and the bright chandeliers overhead that he thought we were safe to talk. “Dad needs Walsh’s endorsement if he’s going to keep his Senate seat. You can’t go fucking it up.”


That deserved another eye roll if anything ever had. “Walsh is not interested in pissing Dad off. He’s interested in getting laid.”


It was a thing with some humans since werewolves had come out of hiding decades ago. You heard about a big, hot, muscly alpha who’d dominate you in the bedroom, and that sounded like an adventure worth trying.



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the author

Sam is an author of LGBTQIA+ fiction, mostly light-hearted fantasy romances. Most of her books include a little violence, a fair amount of swearing, and maybe a sex scene or two. Or four.


She is a full-time writer who lives in the Midwest with her husband and cat. Someday, she plans to be a full-time writer who lives near the ocean with her husband, cat.


Connect with Sam: www.burnswrites.com facebook.com/sam.burns.52459 https://www.facebook.com/groups/FlickerFoxBooks goodreads.com/author/show/16897949.Sam_Burns amazon.com/Sam-Burns/e/B07123MZ62 instagram.com/samburnswrites Sam@burnswrites.com



Connect with Waverly: fawkeswrites.com waverly@fawkeswrites.com facebook.com/w.m.fawkes https://www.goodreads.com/wmfawkes twitter.com/FawkesWrites instagram.com/w.m.fawkes




The Calling, 2

The world is changing quickly for Chris now that he’s part of the Immortal Community. With the events of his past finally behind him, he’s still having visions and true magic is gradually taking hold in the world. Chris is still new and has no real standing in the Immortal Community, but he is learning that nothing is what he thought.


Old enemies must work together and longtime friends may not be trustworthy. With Juliet, Amanda, and Kirtus by his side, they have to prevent the immortal and witch community from being exposed.


New friendships are made, and longtime alliances are called into question. How will The Called defeat these latest threats, and what does it mean for the world?


Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 04/19/2021

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 114300

Genre: Pararnormal, LGBTQIA+, Vampires, witches, immortality, paranormal, werewolves, royalty, psychic ability, magic, established couple

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The question of death returned to me as I reflected on recent events. You die and your body no longer functions. I was wrong. You die and your soul leaves, and what’s left turns to dust. That wasn’t the case.


Everything I thought was no longer my reality.


I sat with a glass of brandy between my hands, focusing on the fire in Juliet’s office. The oranges, reds, and yellows of the flames danced around the logs, releasing a warmth that barely penetrated my worried exterior. The crackling of the fire tickled my ears as the scent of burning pine lingered in and out of my consciousness. A knot tugged the back of my neck. What was this new vision? Worse yet, what did it have to do with me? Not to mention Juliet, Kirtus, Gregor, and the other Immortals.


“Chris.” Juliet’s gentle voice pulled me from my fog of apprehension.


How long had I been like this? A minute? A day? A year? I wasn’t sure. I turned from the fire. Kirtus sat next to me on the sofa, his coat removed, replaced by an air of worry. His red hair, green and gray eyes typically so intoxicating, brought me no joy. Gregor’s tall solid frame blocked one of Juliet’s bookcases, his rugged face a shadow of concern. All of Juliet’s tomes and books, several of them personal journals of her long life, sat there taunting me. Would they be able to unravel this new vision? This new mystery? They were next to no help with the witches, or my father. The monster. I sipped my brandy, hoping it would take the chill from my soul.


I caught Juliet out of the corner of my eye waiting for me to speak. She was patient as always. She sat with her ivory pant-clad leg crossed and a glass of red in her hand, but deep in her stunning eyes there was unease. Despite her apprehension in moments like this, she appeared so young. Nevertheless, behind that façade of youth was the power of an Immortal who had been around for 1650 years. No one should ever underestimate her.


My eyes narrowed on the red, and my stomach flipped, not from hunger or desire but from this new burden I was meant to carry.


“Would you like a glass?” she offered. Her dark blonde hair, normally combed out, was in a ponytail, making her appear all the younger. I caught a whiff of vanilla and roses, her signature scent. I inhaled deeper, hoping it would soothe me.


I shook my head.


“I realize it’s difficult, but please can you tell us the vision again.” Juliet’s voice was a whisper, but the request rang in my head. How many times would I have to retell this story?


I put the half-full brandy glass on the coffee table, recalling the images to me. “I’m standing in some kind of chamber, but it’s not anyplace I’ve been.” I scanned their three faces. “It’s not here.” My heart pounded louder in my chest. I focused on my breathing a bit more before I continued. “In the center, there is what appears to be a formal table of polished stone with nine ornately carved chairs around it. On the wall…” I kept my eyes closed and focused on the wall. “There’s a mural. You’re in it, Juliet; so is Sybil, Garrett, Fernando, Rahim, all the members of the Council of Light.”


“The council chamber in Egypt.” Juliet tapped her finger on the edge of her glass, the noise echoing throughout her office.


The sentence was barely spoken before all the images of my vision flashed back. It was too much, and my eyes flew open. Juliet, Gregor, and Kirtus surveyed me. Considering their strained expressions, they are worried about me. I waved off their unease and shook my head.


“What else?” Gregor’s deep voice cool and calm, but the glance he shared with Juliet betrayed his composure. He didn’t understand what to do with this information any more than I did.


I pulled the vision to my thoughts and continued, “The wall with the mural began to crack and crumble and I smell smoke. The chamber is on fire…” I focused on Juliet. “The stone table crumbles. The chairs burn and everything is in shambles.”


Juliet nodded and sipped her red.


“Something or someone destroyed it, but I didn’t see them.”


“Who could do such a thing?” Kirtus rubbed his hands together. “Only the Council of Light knows the actual location.”


“What else do you see?” Juliet’s peaceful aura melted my worry and fear. After a moment my thoughts cleared. Normally I would be upset at her for using her gift on me, but I needed it. Especially after all that had happened these last few weeks. My mother’s sacrifice to save me and kill my father still haunted me. My father’s death came after we discovered he was in charge of a coven of witches who wanted to destroy the world. It was a battle we had to fight to stop the witches from releasing true magic into our world.


We failed at that. True magic had still seeped into our world before we cut it off.


I had hoped it was all behind us. I wanted things to return to normal, but my gift of being a Seer had other plans. I focused once more on the brandy, wanting a sip but not taking it; my gaze returned to the fire. More of the vision came forward. “As the room fell to ruin and the mural burned, a large carved wooden chair with inlays of gold and decorated with jewels pushed the debris away.” I closed my eyes again. “There was a shadow figure sitting in the chair.”


“Who is it?” Kirtus asked.


“I’m not sure, but I hear his voice.” I pushed my eyes together tighter to help me hear.


“I’ve stayed out of the way of history, but it’s time to return and bring what is right and just back to this world.” I took a breath. “That’s what he said, but I don’t sense malice from him, but I don’t know. Sorrow and pain, maybe. Sacrifice?”


“What does he look like?” Juliet called me to focus.


“He’s tall and he’s wearing some kind of toga with deep crimson and white stripes. I can’t really see anything else.” My eyes fluttered open.


Everyone was silent. The crackle of the fire might as well have been the rumble of a train going through the room. It was unbearable, and I was about to speak.


Kirtus beat me to it. “Why don’t we take a break?”


I shook my head. “It’s fine. After the man vanished, I was standing on a grass-covered pasture. In front of me was a hill with a young girl sitting there laughing and clapping her hands. She had long brown hair and her gaze planted on an oversized full moon. It was impossibly big.” I sighed. “I’m sorry but that’s all.” I slouched deeper in the couch, focusing my own gaze on the ceiling and the rich wood inlays and trim. “I have no idea what any of it means.” The square patterns offered my brain a relaxing, ordered shape.


“That’s okay.” Gregor’s voice was stronger now as if he realized what needed to be done.


Maybe he did. I couldn’t be sure.


“You’ve given us a lot of information to go through. Add that to the reports of magic both Victor and I have seen. There is a lot happening we still have to address,” Gregor continued. “Once we begin to break it down, perhaps more will come to you.”


I faced him. “Maybe. I hope so, because right now, it feels like a whole lot of nothing. Especially when you are already dealing with these other problems.”


“We’re all new to this Seer business.” Kirtus’s hand rested on my leg.


His touch caused a shiver to rush through my body, and right now, all I wanted to do was take him to me, hold him, and get lost in his arms and warm body.


“Plus, it’s not like you haven’t been through a whole lot of hell over the last few weeks.” Kirtus offered me a grin, the single dimple on his left cheek popping out. It melted away more of my worry.


“Is it possible it’s another witch?” Kirtus asked. “Especially if magic is involved.”


He must have already known about the reports of magic being seen both in San Jose and up in San Francisco. Either way he didn’t seem surprised by this news. Or, he could have an amazing poker face.


I turned toward Juliet, who had left the chair she was sitting in and walked over to her office windows to look out. Her ivory pants and jade-green shirt somehow still looked as crisp as the moment she had glided into my bedroom only a few hours ago.


“I doubt it’s a witch, especially given the comment about staying out of histories way and setting things right.” Juliet’s voice was tight. “The clothing Chris describes is a Roman Senator, I think.” She turned to me and the others. “Another Immortal, maybe, one from the fall of Rome.”


“That doesn’t narrow the list down.” Gregor pulled at his goatee. “Especially if we include the Dark.” His frown stretched farther across his face. “Perhaps we need to talk to Victor.”


“I can ask him,” Kirtus offered. “He mentioned he wanted to see me this week.” He tried not to grimace.


Was it about the lieutenant position and the posting as his representative to the Council of Light? What he mentioned to me earlier tonight? Was that what he wanted to speak to him about?


“Thank you.” Gregor offered a slight bow of his head. “Juliet, is there anyone you know who can help with this?” He walked over to the golden cart with the bottles of alcohol and red on it. He poured himself a glass of red. “What about the witches you know here? What about the local coven? You have a good relationship with them. What about the one who charmed this estate?”


Juliet’s lips pulled into a small frown. She crossed over to the cart and poured herself another glass of red.


“I could have gotten you that.” Gregor’s tone was gentle.


She waved him off before she sipped her drink. “He’s a Healer, not a witch, and I’m not sure if he will assist us; we have an unfortunate history.” She held her drink in one hand and pulled a book from the shelf. She turned to her desk and walked to her seat, a quiet, far-off look about her.


I peeked over at Kirtus. “We should go.” I stood and glanced over to Juliet. “You have a lot on your plate with the reports of magic. I’m sorry I’ve added to the burden, but with this new vision I figured you needed to know.”


“Chris, if you see anything else…” She trailed off.


“Of course.”


“Thank you, Chris.” Gregor extended his hand. “This new vision and perhaps the magic we’ve seen may be related.”


“I hope not.” The pull of Kirtus’s body helped me realize he was by my side. “I’ll see if I can track down anyone on my end.” He glanced over to Juliet. “My network isn’t nearly as broad as yours, but you never know.”


“I think we’ll need all the help we can get,” Gregor affirmed.


I spared a worried glance at Juliet. Something was bothering her, and it wasn’t just my vision or the reports of magic. I didn’t recognize what it was, but I understood my creator well enough to leave her be. She would tell me once she had processed her thoughts and all my vision information.


She met my gaze. “Yes, we’ll speak more. Thank you for understanding.”


“Of course.” I took Kirtus’s hand, and we walked out of her office for the second time tonight.



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M.D. Neu is an award-winning queer Fiction Writer with a love for writing and travel. Living in the heart of Silicon Valley (San Jose, California) and growing up around technology, he’s always been fascinated with what could be. Specifically drawn to Science Fiction and Paranormal television and novels, M.D. Neu was inspired by the great Gene Roddenberry, George Lucas, Stephen King, Alice Walker, Alfred Hitchcock, Harvey Fierstein, Anne Rice, and Kim Stanley Robinson. An odd combination, but one that has influenced his writing.


Growing up in an accepting family as a gay man he always wondered why there were never stories reflecting who he was. Constantly surrounded by characters that only reflected heterosexual society, M.D. Neu decided he wanted to change that. So, he took to writing, wanting to tell good stories that reflected our diverse world.


When M.D. Neu isn’t writing, he works for a non-profit and travels with his biggest supporter and his harshest critic, Eric his husband of twenty plus years.


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