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Pickleville 3

Andrew only ever gives one night, but with Kyler, one night isn’t enough.


Andrew Martinez has learned not to hold on to romance. As a former homicide detective, he understands death in ways most don’t. It’s clouded his personal life to the point he hasn’t bothered with more than one-night stands. When he moves to Pickleville and takes the job as the local police chief, he thinks small-town life might finally lift the clouds. But his old ways are hard to shake. Even when he meets Kyler, who makes him feel things he never has before, he makes sure their night together doesn’t extend to the morning after. What he discovers is one night isn’t enough, but by then, Pickleville becomes the scene of a series of crimes, and Kyler might just be the next target.


Release Date: 7/10/2020

Publisher: Hard Rose Publishing

Cover Artist: Studio ENP

Length: 50806 words

Representation: Gay

Paring: MM

Troupes: opposites attract,

Warnings: None

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excerpt

Nothing was worth Andrew’s attention except for Kyler Huffington, jingling keys in his hand as he jogged across Main Street in gray coveralls. He walked toward a blue sedan that sat at the front of the lot.


He had his long dark hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. His brown eyes narrowed as he darted his gaze toward Andrew and Olivia, but otherwise, he ignored them. Or, more precisely, he ignored Andrew.


Kyler’s coveralls made him shapeless and boxy, but Andrew remembered what lay underneath. He remembered everything about Kyler, down to how smooth his skin had felt. The way he’d moaned, and his responsiveness. It all came back, haunting Andrew every time he caught a glimpse of Kyler around town.


“I’ll be right back.”


He didn’t bother waiting for her response as he jogged across the lot.


Kyler had the door open and had just sat in the driver’s seat by the time Andrew closed the distance. Kyler started the engine and stared straight ahead when Andrew made a gesture to roll down the window. He visibly sighed, and then the glass slid down. “What can I do for you, chief?”


Andrew leaned inside the open space until he was inches from Kyler. He smelled of motor oil, but underneath that was the scent Andrew associated with their one night together. Vanilla and coffee. He couldn’t have a cup of joe and a cookie without the memory flooding him.


“Is there a reason you’re taking Mr. Bivens’ car?”


“Yes.” Kyler turned his whiskey-colored eyes onto Andrew. The narrowing never changed, but Kyler’s patience level had. His attitude had soured since the last time they had spoken. That had everything to do with Andrew running away from his feelings. “Jack needs an alignment and an oil change.”


“You’re not stealing it, carino?” Andrew smiled, ignoring the icy response. He had meant it as a joke, but the way Kyler stiffened spoke better than words that the joke fell flat.


“If I told you to go fuck yourself, would you arrest me?”


“You in handcuffs.” Andrew grinned.


Kyler put the car in gear and stared straight ahead. “You don’t get to do that, asshole.”


Shit. “Do what?”


“Flirt. You lost that privilege when you fucked me, left in the middle of the night, and never called me afterward even one time.” Kyler’s pretty lips turned into a thin line, and his jaw muscles jumped. “I got the message loud and clear, Chief. Now you should too.”


The car rolled backward, forcing Andrew to step away or get run over. Andrew sighed and shook his head. He watched as Kyler pulled out of the parking lot and into one of the garage bays at the auto-mechanic’s shop across the street.



Pickleville series

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April Kelley is an author of LGBTQ+ Romance. Her works include The Journey of Jimini Renn, a Rainbow Awards finalist, Whispers of Home, the Saint Lakes series, and over thirty more. She’s a main contributor at Once and Books. April has been an avid reader for several years. Ever since she wrote her first story at the age of ten, the characters in her head still won’t stop telling their stories. If April isn’t reading or writing, you can find her taking a long walk in the woods or going on her next adventure.


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Suspects of one crime. Victims of another.

County Durham Quad, 6

Drones lie at the heart of this mystery facing Mike, Ross, Raith and Phil, four men who live in North-East England.


A spate of art-related burglaries and a series of horrific kidnaps have occurred. The freedom of the quad, and that of Nick, their special friend, is threatened by involvement in both cases. They are suspected of one and Mike is a victim of the other. The officer in charge is the quad’s old enemy, the homophobic Chief Inspector Fortune. Should the quad set aside their distrust and tell him what they know?


Meanwhile, Nick has issues of his own to consider. Compromises are needed, but how many?


This is the sixth tale in the County Durham Quad series. Background is included to aid new readers.



Release Date: December 9, 2020

Genre/s: Contemporary gay mystery

Trope/s: Ace/non-ace relationships

Themes: Compromise; guilt; revenge

Heat Rating: 1 flame

Length: 63 000 words

The mystery story stands alone. Helpful, but not essential, to have read a previous title due to character development.

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(The whole chapter, read by the author with aerial footage of the setting, is available on YouTube. Link below)


A new sound had been added to the rustic ones that normally formed the backdrop to life in the Durham hills. Instead of the bleating of sheep, there was a whirring—and it came from the sky. The quad’s new video channel was up and running, and Raith, plus drone, was filming everything and everyone. He was, as he liked to put it, “Doing the rounds.”


“Doin’ my head in,” was how it seemed to Mike and, right then, there was a danger of that actually happening. Mike was responsible for nearly all the quad’s maintenance work. He was sitting astride a rooftop, replacing the flashing on one of Tunhead’s chimneys. Tunhead was the little hamlet where the quad lived. It was the seat of BOTWAC, the Beck On The Wear Arts Centre, and the video channel was designed, in part, to promote the artisans’ wares.


“Watch what you’re doin’ with that bloody thing!” Mike yelled from his perch.


“It’s alright, Mike. I’m in full control,” Raith yelled back.


“Not from where I am, you’re not! I thought you weren’t supposed to fly it over buildin’s!”


Raith made the drone whizz round in a circle and shouted, “Well Tunhead doesn’t really count as buildings, does it? I mean, twelve tiny houses, my studio and a disused church. It’s hardly buildings.”


“It felt like buildin’s when Ross and I were refurbishin’ it all, and it felt like buildin’s three years ago when I knocked the walls through to next door just to give you leg room.”


“That’s building, Mike, not buildings.”


Sometimes, there was no answer to Raith’s logic. Mike swore softly, sighed and decided to wait until tea-time, when all the men would be home together. They’d discuss Raith and his drone then. First things first. He continued repairing the chimney.


***


In Tees, Tyne and Wear Constabulary’s new Tyneside police station, another drone-related conversation had caused heated words that day. The woman making a complaint was angry.


“Look,” she said to the officer on the front counter, “this is the third time it’s happened in a fortnight. I ignored the first invasion of my privacy. The second time the blesséd thing was hovering overhead, I telephoned. I was told that someone would contact me. Nobody’s done so, and this morning it happened again. I want something doing. I feel I can’t go into my own garden and I’m bothered that whoever’s doing this is spying on me and my children. It’s horrible and it shouldn’t be allowed.”


The woman had good reason to feel harassed. She lived in what had once been the lodge of a large country estate. That is, she occupied the house that lay at one end of a long, tree-lined drive. The drive led, through parkland with trees and an ornamental lake, to a substantial eighteenth century property. On three occasions recently, the peace of the surroundings had been broken by the whirring of a drone. More importantly, she felt intimidated by the drone’s presence. As she said, she felt she was being spied on. Surely that was a crime?


It was, the official told her. At least two different offences connected with drone misuse might be invoked on the woman’s behalf, but, in a case like hers, invoking them was problematic. Even if an incident should happen again and a patrol car could reach her while the drone was still visible and airborne, there was little that officers could do. Firstly, they would need to locate and identify the flyer. If they felt that a harassment offence had been committed, they could instruct the flyer to land the drone. However, there was no power of seizure and, indeed, no power to even view the footage unless there was suspected terrorist activity—unlikely in this case. The woman had to be content with an apology and a promise that an officer would definitely come and visit her. In fact, a detective called a few days later, but not specifically because of her case. By then, the big country house had been burgled, and thousands of pounds of silver, porcelain and artwork had been stolen.



County Durham Quad series

Badge of Loyalty, Polyamory on Trial, Ace in the Picture, Body Parts and Mind Games, A share in a Secret, Fast, Free and Flying




the author

Jude Tresswell lives in south-east England but was born and raised in the north, and that’s where her heart is. She is ace, and has been married to the same man for many years. She feels that she understands compromise. She supports Liverpool FC, listens to a lot of blues music and loves to write dialogue.


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A cursed, haunted hotel. Old scandals and secrets that won’t stay buried.

Can Ben and Erik find the killer before they become Cape May’s newest ghosts?

Treasure Trail, 1

Erik Mitchell traveled the world uncovering art fraud and relic theft, which pitted him against spoiled billionaires, unscrupulous collectors, mobsters, and cartels. He worked with law enforcement across the US and Europe, but then a sting goes wrong, Erik ends up injured and returns to find his partner cheating. He decides to stop globetrotting and buy an antique shop in scenic Cape May, New Jersey, rebuild his life, and nurse his broken heart.


Undercover Newark cop Ben Nolan went down in a hail of bullets when a bust went sideways, after a tip-off from a traitor inside the department. When he recovers, he spends a couple of years as a private investigator, only to tire of seeing the worst of human nature. So when his aunt offers him the chance to take over her rental real estate business in Cape May, it seems too good to be true. Now if he could just believe he could ever be lucky again in love.


Sparks fly when Erik and Ben meet. But when a cursed hotel's long-ago scandals resurface, the two men are pulled into a web of lies, danger, and deception that will test their bond - and might make them Cape May's newest ghosts!


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Publisher: Darkwind Press

Narrator: John Solo

Release Date: September 22, 2020

Genre: Romance paranormal MM romance

Trope/s: second chance at love, ex-law enforcement, wounded warriors, small vacation town, starting over, found family, paranormal abilities.

Themes: letting go of the past, unfinished business, taking chances, following your heart, listening to intuition, finding where you fit in, learning to trust again.

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 7 hours and 12 minutes

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the author

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.


On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.


Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!


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