Tuesday, September 22, 2026

COVER REVEAL - ROMANTASY - ANNWYN PARK (Border Land Saga, #4) by Jennifer Silverwood

Annwyn Park
The Borderlands Saga, #4
by Jennifer Silverwood
Publication date: January 13th 2026
Genres: Adult, Fairy Tales, Fantasy, Romance








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“Turn back! Turn back, before it’s too late. Before you become one of us forever…”
The clock is ticking, and Lord Gareth Alderson has come for his due.
Years ago, Dameri Pendraig made a wicked deal with the goblin king.
She won back her child, and that child has become Queen of Silver Hollow.
The last thing Dameri expected was for Amie to wish her mother away to Annwyn Park.

**Book 4 in the Borderlands Saga, Annwyn Park will release in 2027.**

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Jennifer Silverwood lives in the middle of an enchanted forest surrounded by cursed books, nosy spirits, and mischievous goblins she calls her children. After beginning several nonsensical degrees, she found her calling helping other authors bring their books to life. Jennifer is the author of two fairy tale fantasy series: the Borderlands Saga and Wylder Tales. Because she wasn't satisfied writing in one genre, she also invites you to explore uncharted space with the Heaven’s Edge Novellas—and dare to fall in love again with the standalone romance titles Stay and She Walks in Moonlight.

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BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT - CONTEMPORARY - FOREVER HER COWBOY (Silver Creek Ranch) by Peyton Banks

Forever Her Cowboy
Silver Creek Ranch
by Peyton Banks
Publication date: September 22nd 2026
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance





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He came to Silver Creek Ranch planning to drift on.
A fearless diner owner gave him a reason to stay forever.

Trent Lawson has spent years drifting from one job to the next.

Since leaving the Army, staying in one place has never felt possible… until he discovered the Silver Creek Ranch, a healing ranch for military veterans.

Then he met Frankie Carpenter.

The beautiful diner owner with the tempting curves, a stubborn streak a mile wide, and a smile that will make a hardened soldier start thinking about things he hasn’t allowed himself to want in years.

But when wealthy developers start pressuring her to sell the diner that’s the heart of the town, things quickly turn dangerous.

Frankie refuses to back down.

And Trent refuses to let her stand alone.

Protecting Frankie was never part of his plan—but the more time he spends with her, the more he realizes Ironhaven might finally be the place to put down roots.

Because some things are worth fighting for.

Forever Her Cowboy is a steamy small-town romance featuring a protective cowboy, a fierce heroine, and a love worth fighting for at Silver Creek Ranch.

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EXCERPT

She loved what she did.

Even when she was tired.

Even when her feet throbbed and she desperately wished she had someone to rub them when she was at home.

She loved knowing people chose her place to start their day.

“Order up for table nine!” Chris called out.

She grabbed Trent’s plate before Tabby could. She didn’t know why. Maybe she did. She carried it out carefully and set it in front of him.

“Now this should keep you going,” she said. She rested her hands on her hips and smiled at Trent. “Or are you planning to nap in the barn after this?”

The corner of his lips lifted. “Depends. You offering to tuck me in?”

She blinked.

The laugh that erupted from her came from the gut. She hadn’t expected such a response.

“Well, now. A big strong man like you needs help?” she asked.

His shoulders relaxed. His eyes crinkled in the corner as he reached for his fork.

“Figured I’d try something new.” He shrugged.

Her pulse skipped a beat.

Try something new.

Was he talking about her? It had been a long time since she’d been in the dating pool. She bit her lip and leaned slightly closer to him. She watched him take his first bite of the biscuit and gravy.

“I’m sure you’ll be okay. The food will give you energy you need. Buck’s been running y’all hard this week.”

His eyebrows rose as he chewed. He swallowed and motioned to her.

“Keeping tabs on me, are we?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she said softly.

The air between them shifted.

This was dangerous and exciting.

She’d dated here and there since moving back, but nothing serious. Most of the men in Ironhaven were either married, uninterested, or too eager in ways that made her wary.

Trent was different.

He appeared to be a good guy. The others from the Silver Creek Ranch spoke highly of him. Melah, one of the female hands, had been in the other day, and from what she’d said, Trent was single.

Not that she’d asked.

Okay, she had. She was just curious. She knew he wasn’t from Ironhaven and she didn’t know if he commuted back and forth since Ironhaven had ample ranches and farms that needed good workers.

She couldn’t remember the last time a man’s gaze took her breath away. That happened almost every time Trent looked her way.

“Dinner tonight,” she heard herself say before she lost her nerve. “The special is chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes, and honey butter rolls.”

His eyes widened. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. You should come back.” She tilted her head.

There was something about watching a man enjoy a good meal. Trent was steadily packing away the food that was on his plate. She couldn’t tell where it all went. He was solid muscle and fit.

Her? All of the food went to her hips.

“Unless you are scared of a food coma,” she teased.

“I can handle it.” He huffed a laugh.

She just about fell over at the sound of it. She knew he smiled, but it wasn’t often she heard him laugh when he was here eating.

“I’ll even throw in a slice of cheesecake, on the house.” She lowered her voice just a bit.

He stared at her like he wasn’t sure if she was serious. Her stomach flipped. Was she really flirting this openly?

Apparently, yes.

Was she failing at it?

“Hard to turn down free cheesecake,” he said.

“Good.” She straightened to her full height. “Don’t forget we close early on Mondays. I’ll be expecting you around six.”

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded.

“I’ll be here at six.”

Her heart slammed into her ribs. Behind her, Libby called her name. The place was filled to capacity. She stepped back and, before she could stop herself, she winked at him.

“Don’t be late.”

She turned and walked away so she couldn’t see his reaction. The second she reached the counter, she sucked in a deep breath.

What on earth had she just done?



 

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USA Today best selling author, Peyton Banks, is the alter ego of a city girl who is a romantic at heart. Her mornings consist of coffee and daydreaming up the next steamy romance book ideas. She loves spinning romantic tales of hot alpha males and the women they love. She currently resides with her husband and children in Cleveland, Ohio.

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BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT - MYSTERY - HIDDEN WORDS by Christine Roy

Hidden Words
by Christine Roy
Publication date: September 22nd 2026
Genres: Adult, Gothic, Mystery



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A Novel by Award-Winning Author Christine Roy

Some secrets don’t stay buried. They wait for the right mind to hear them.

In 1994, on the rocky shores of Cape Ann, Massachusetts, Ben Barrows begins his senior year at Masters’ Preparatory like a dead man walking, half his friendships already over, just not yet buried. Then Dana Kirkland arrives: a new student, a rival dancer to his powerful ex-girlfriend, and the one person who might save him. Together, Ben and Dana try to hold on to love against a tidal wave of pain and treachery neither of them saw coming.

In the present, Joey Barrows is drowning in grief. As he crosses the graduation stage, a terrifying gift awakens, the unspoken words of everyone around him, pouring uninvited into his mind. When Joey discovers his distant, unstable father shares this same curse, the door to a devastating past swings open, releasing secrets, obsession, and ghosts that refuse to stay silent.

Told across two timelines, Hidden Words is a gothic, speculative mystery about the inheritance of trauma — and the terrible cost of truths left unspoken.

Perfect for fans of We Were Liars, Black Swan, and The Turnout.

Hidden Words deals with mature themes including trauma, family abuse, and sensitive interpersonal relationships. Recommended for mature young adult and adult readers.

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Raising his head, he approached the distinguished, black-gowned dean. The ringing in his ears pitched higher. With cold dread sluicing through his veins, he shook the dean’s hand. His mind crackling with a storm of energy, he looked the man straight in the eyes and took his diploma.

Guess scholarship kid didn’t waste our money.

“I’m sorry, Sir. What?” He squinted up at the unsmiling man. A distorted hum circled around him as the man’s words echoed in his head—clear, yet unspoken, not the shadowy wisps of noise he’d experienced before.

“Keep it moving, Barrows.”

“It’s just that I…” Joey stammered, his breath ragged. Shame bubbled up through the scars on his body like oil from the ground. He gaped at the dean’s stone face. “I heard you.” The words slipped from his lips.

“Christ, just move Barrows.”

I’ve had enough of your pathetic sad-boy act.

Joey nodded, stomach twisting. His thoughts raced and twisted in his head. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He wasn’t psychic; nobody was. Withering beneath the dean’s glare, he flicked his tassel to the left and stumbled to the end of the stage. Desperate, he scanned the crowd, fairytale hope rising in his mind.

Maybe he was there.

Not likely.

Ben Barrows worked and hid. A son’s graduation didn’t fall into either of those categories, especially since these were the halls of Ben’s past. Traces of that Ben, shining and connected, existed in pictures behind glass cases like an extinct museum specimen.

They looked so similar, with their dark hair, wide-set green eyes, and lanky frames.

But that Ben was a ghost.


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Monday, September 21, 2026

BOOK BLITZ w/EXCERPT - CONTEMPORARY LGBTQ+ - IN THE FRAME (London Arts Club, #2) by Hayden Stone

In the Frame: A Fake Dating Queer MM Romance
The London Arts Club, #2
by Hayden Stone
Publication date: August 29th 2026
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance





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An artist. A developer. And an art gallery which they both want—for very different reasons.

When recent uni grad Matty Gowen-Smith, a talented painter and not so talented bartender, spills a tray of drinks on a hot-shot investor, Florian de Ligt, he’s left with no choice to make amends. Especially after Matty ruins Florian’s suit on a big night out for Florian’s birthday.

Trying to make things right, broke artist Matty offers Florian his only suit in a desperate effort to not get fired from his job. Conveniently, Matty is flat sitting around the corner, where his one prized suit awaits his friend’s wedding next weekend. Not so conveniently, they are soon trapped together in an elevator at Matty’s flat, and things rapidly go from bad to worse until landing on an uneasy truce.

Which is where a pact is born to come right from this mess. Florian needs a date for an upcoming art gala, a world he knows little about. Matty desperately needs a respectable date for his friend’s Brighton wedding to prove he’s a success in his new London life.

Two fake dates and an unexpected kiss later, fake feelings begin to feel a bit too much like real feelings. Which wouldn’t be a problem if Florian wasn’t so determined to dismantle Matty’s art community by redeveloping a popular local art gallery into luxury condos. An art gallery which may give Matty the solo exhibition he’s dreamt of to launch his art career. And now Matty must choose between his community or what might be a real chance at love…

In the Frame, the second book in the London Arts Club series, features forced proximity, boy next door, and fake dating in a fun new adult romcom.

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The fact is I’m kind of a shit bartender in a not-so-shit London bar. A popular bar full of discerning hipsters with deep pockets and others who want to be seen. It’s my first Saturday night working here at my new job. Which is exactly what I need to be doing to bring in some cash, and not spending money I can’t afford on supplies from the local art shop around the corner in Soho.

Forget that my new boss has all the makings of a tyrannical dictator—one who already has me nestled comfortably in his crosshairs. It’s not all smooth sailing despite the luxurious queer glamour of Ivan’s. Dramatic high-coffered ceilings soar overhead with gleaming chandeliers, and chic paintings from highly successful contemporary artists hangs on dark walls. The last part’s like artisanal sea salt in a career-shaped wound.

I have no idea why they hired me. Aside from me technically being qualified for the job. And also technically having the right references.

I mean, they obviously needed another bartender, after one of their old ones left. Which is a reasonable thing for a bar to want to keep running smoothly and keep their customers in suggestively named cocktails, like Get Your Freak On or Banger Baby or classics like Sex on the Beach. But just because I gave them my resumé doesn’t automatically mean I’m the best man for the job.

Never mind. I’m here now and I need to get on with it. The paycheck will make up for my current suffering, and, at best, low-key competence.

Around me, the upscale bar glows with burnished wood counters, gleaming glassware, and a stylishly imposing pink neon display (saying you have arrived and it reminds me a little of Tracey Emin’s works in neon), accompanied by a thousand bottles of premium, backlit spirits on the brick wall behind me that the finest of London’s equally premium queers will enjoy. Backlighting optional.

Clenching my jaw, I wring the bar cloth into the sink, rinse it, and give the counter in front of me a quick wipe, because I inadvertently slopped some ale when I should have slid the glass over with a certain panache expected of a bartender in a place like this. With every last drop of said ale staying within the confines of its glassware.

Except I panicked, because nerves.

Because Saturday night. Because there are hot men everywhere, where the hotness per capita rating is off the charts—to the point there should be a public health warning and an exclusion zone for the susceptible to distraction, like me. It’s definitely the sort of hotspot in London where people go when they want to be noticed. The occasional celeb makes their way through here too, tipping off the paparazzi who wait outside. There’re regularly high numbers of influencers in Ivan’s, all vying for social media clout.

Meanwhile, the remaining froth I missed looks obscene on the walnut bar. I wring out the cloth one more time for luck.

People in the queue for drinks are thankfully looking at the mess and not at me. In my crisp white shirt and black waistcoat and pressed trousers, I at least look the part like the rest of the wait staff, if not the clientele. In fairness to me, I do tidy up quite nicely when I try. Except I’ve got no chill, especially not tonight.


 

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More animal than mineral, Hayden Stone (he/him) is a writer of fun queer fiction, especially with kissing. Hayden is the author of the When Snow Falls, Being Royal, and The London Arts Club romcom series. He currently lives in Victoria, Canada, and has previously lived in Vancouver, Canada and London, UK. You can find out his latest news on Instagram or his website: haydenstonebooks.com

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Saturday, September 19, 2026

SPOTLIGHT - MYSTERY - WHY AURORA RAN by Nora Kingsley

Two weeks before her wedding, Aurora Larrimore slapped her wedding planner, punched her florist, stole the florist's van, and drove off.

Is Aurora missing, or is she just gone? Those are two different types of investigations.


Why Aurora Ran
by Nora Kingsley
Genre: Mystery

Two weeks before her wedding, Aurora Larrimore slapped her wedding planner, punched her florist, stole the florist's van, and drove off.

Her family calls her unstable. Melissa "Pissy Lou" Jenkins isn't convinced. A blunt, brilliant skip tracer for the family's law firm, Pissy Lou notices what everyone else misses, and her Tourette's has a habit of announcing exactly what she thinks of the people she questions. She is sent to find Aurora in time to save the wedding, and she starts with the question nobody else asked: is Aurora missing, or is she just gone? Those are two different types of investigations.

Her interviews turn up stories about a controlling mother, a fiancé whose answers don't fit, and a carefully polished lie the whole family seems to be protecting. Before Pissy Lou can find the runaway bride, she has to answer the question at the heart of the case. Everyone involved in the wedding has a theory about Aurora, but Pissy Lou is the only one asking why she ran.

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Chapter 4

Vendors and a Client 

Pissy Lou was at her desk by eight the next morning. She poured her yellow-orange mug full of iced coffee and opened her notebook to a fresh page. The Larrimore file was open in front of her. She had a list of calls to make before she drove out to Devereaux Heights, where Richard and Celeste Larrimore lived. She had verified information on the people she had intended to talk to the day before.

First on her list was the caterer, a woman named Darlene Puckett who ran the Fork & Flourish out of a commercial kitchen on the east side of town. Ms. Puckett answered on the second ring.

After introductions, Pissy Lou got down to work. “What did you do when Celeste Larrimore called to change the menu for the wedding?

“I told Aurora everything,” Puckett said. She had the tone of a woman who was waiting to talk about this situation. “As soon as I realized what her mother was doing, I called Aurora directly. I did not care whose toes I stepped on. It is her wedding.” She paused. “That woman, Celeste Larrimore, called me four times in two weeks. She wanted to swap out the entire menu. Aurora and Hayes had tasted everything; they’d signed off on a menu, and we had a contract. The menu was set. Then here comes Celeste wanting another tier on the cake, to swap out the wedding topper, and then she wanted chicken marsala and salmon added to the menu. She said Aurora was ‘too informal’ in her choices, like it was a character flaw.” Another pause, a deliberate one. “I have dealt with a lot of difficult mothers of the bride. That woman is in an extra-obnoxious category by herself.”

Pissy Lou thanked her and moved on.

The printer, a slow-talking man who identified himself only as “Bill, from Printed to Perfection,” confirmed the invitation situation, Aurora and Hayes had selected a plain card with an elegant texture, letterpress printing, a classic Garamond font, and wording that named them both first and their parents second. Celeste had called and instructed him to change the wording so that it read: “Mr. and Mrs. Richard Larrimore request the honor of your presence at the marriage of their daughter …” which was not what Aurora had ordered, and not what was on the signed proof. Celeste provided her credit card, so he did a second run with the new wording. He then emailed the new proof to Aurora. She called back and sounded angry. She told him to throw those out, and hoped he still had the original invitations. He did. She also made him promise to call her again if Celeste tried to change them again.

"This happens more often than you might think," Bill said in his deadpan way. "Parents argue about wording. Grandparents argue about wording. I once had a bride's aunt threaten to sue over cardstock. That is why I never throw invitations away until after the wedding. Somebody is always upset about something.”

"Was this unusual?" she asked.

"As I said, no, happens all the time. But this was a bit new, Aurora wanted me to call her personally if her mother contacted me again. I mean the woman got caught the first time. Why would she try it again?”

Pissy Lou’s call to BarbyAnne Knowles, the events coordinator at the wedding venue, was more involved. Aurora and Hayes had booked The Carrington, an estate property outside of town with a bridal ceremony and reception space, gardens, and a catering kitchen. Celeste had called The Carrington and, citing unspecified “concerns,” canceled the booking, then booked a different property, Magnolia Hall, which had a more formal aesthetic. Pissy Lou suspected this site had a greater prestige among the circles Celeste traveled in. Aurora had called The Carrington, discovered the cancellation, and re-booked it immediately.

“I was surprised at how calm Aurora was. If my mother had pulled that on me, I would have been swearing something awful,” BarbyAnne said. “Then she asked that no further changes be accepted from anyone other than herself, and that such changes had to be in writing. I could tell she had thought this out before she called. I have never had another bride who had to ask me to do th Her last vendor call was to Beaufort Bridal, the shop where Aurora's gown had come from. The owner, Serafina Beaufort, ran the store her grandmother had opened and had been dressing Nunenberg brides for over forty years. She remembered the gown without having to look anything up.

"Aurora picked an ivory, sleeveless couture gown, clean lines, no fuss. It had a slightly uneven hem, and ended just above her ankles so she could move easily. It suited her perfectly, and she knew it the minute she had it on. You can always tell," Serafina said. "And she had an eye, that girl. She chose all four bridesmaids' dresses here too — peacock blue, midcalf, with three-quarter sleeves of ivory illusion lace, and little flowers embroidered into the lace in the same blue, so they seemed to bloom right on the skin. Each one was cut a little differently, but you could see at a glance they belonged together. Those women came to their fittings laughing, and every single one asked me if she could wear hers again afterward. In this business, that is the highest compliment there is."

"And the bride's gown?"

"Then the alterations started.” Serafina Beaufort paused before continuing. “Her mother ordered the changes directly, four separate times, and mostly between fittings, so Aurora never saw them coming. Lace sleeves. A higher neckline. Lace layered over the bodice. She addeda train and veil. Mrs. Larrimore was paying for the work, so my hands were tied, but every fitting, that poor girl came in and found less of her own dress waiting for her. At the last one she said something about us turning it into a lacy burka. One of my fitters laughed. I did not."

"Four rounds of alterations," Pissy Lou said. "Is that normal?"

"Honey, in forty years I have taken gowns in, let gowns out, and re-beaded an entire bodice overnight for a bride who changed her mind. I have never un-designed a dress four times for a woman who was not the one wearing it." She paused. "I heard Aurora took the gown with her when she left. Good. She should burn it. I've unpicked a lot of mistakes in forty years, but that gown's got four rounds of her mother sewn in too deep for any seam ripper. Fire's just the last alteration, and it's the only one her mother can't reverse."

"So, you think Aurora intends to burn the dress?" Pissy Lou asked.

"Honey, if that were my dress, I'd pour a can of gasoline on it and strike a match," Serafina said without hesitation.




Nora Kingsley lives on Cape Cod in Massachusetts, where the landscape, the weather, and the Atlantic provide a constantly changing backdrop for an active imagination. Why Aurora Ran is Nora Kingsley's debut and the first in the Lou Jenkins mystery series.

A lifelong reader, Nora is happiest wandering through historical fiction, mysteries, science fiction, and fantasy, especially books that offer a compelling world, an intriguing puzzle, or characters worth following well past bedtime. Her interests extend beyond the page to music, movies, cooking, and art, and she has always been drawn to the many different ways people create and tell stories.

She shares her life with the people and animals she loves, an unreasonable number of interests, and the firm conviction that there is always room for another book.

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