Spotlight Post | 2023 Top Ten Gay Romance

2023 Top Ten Gay Romance is now live!!! Every year, JMS Books puts together an anthology with the ten best-selling gay romance short stories of the year, and it’s now available in the shops 🥳 

Top Ten Gay Romance

2023 Top Ten Gay Romance

2023 Top Ten Gay Romance brings together the best-selling short stories published by JMS Books that year.

From first love to true love, from submission to sensual, from heat to sweet and everything in between, the couples in these stories are sure to keep you turning the pages as you fall in love with them.

With stories by T.J. Blackley, Holly Day, Nell Iris, Shawn Lane, Eve Morton, K.L. Noone, Charles Payseur, Glenn Quigley, Mere Rain, and Ellie Thomas, this head-over-heels collection goes beyond bedtime reading. Whether happily ever after or happy for now, there’s an ending for everyone in here!

Contains the stories: The Wedding by T.J. BlackleySaved by the Bear by Holly DayAfter Marcus by Nell IrisLoving the Boss by Shawn LaneMy Roommate Kyle by Eve MortonDecember Beginnings by K.L. NooneFieldwork by Charles PayseurThe Great Santa Showdown by Glenn QuigleyNice and Vicious by Mere Rain, and A Christmas Engagement by Ellie Thomas.

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Excerpt:

(From After Marcus by Nell Iris)

Marcus Nyman 1972 – 2018. Beloved husband. 

“Hey you,” I say, caressing the headstone, knowing he’d be so pissed off at me for driving on a pitch-black December night and in such awful weather conditions.

What’s so important you need to risk your fucking life? 

“You.”

A dead guy is never more important than your life, precious. 

Precious. He never used endearments unless he was being ironic or upset at me for some reason. 

“I needed to talk to you.”

His imaginary voice in my mind is right, though. I was irresponsible driving here, barely paying attention, after not sleeping at all. I’m lucky I managed in one piece.

It’s past four in the morning and the winds have picked up, sneaking underneath my clothing, whirling the falling snow around me until it finds its way into my ears, underneath my scarf, attacking me from every direction. I need to stand up right now and leave, or I won’t be able to drive home. 

But I remain in my spot, needing to be close to him. 

You’d be closer to me in our home, my treasure. These are just my cremated bones, they’re not me. 

I know. His presence still lingers everywhere in the house we bought ten years ago when we needed to get out of the city. The people, the cars, the constant noise levels were all stressing me out, making it impossible for me to focus on my writing. When Marcus got a job offer from another university, we leaped at the chance to get out. That’s when we bought the house. 

We met Joar the second day after our moving truck had dropped us and all our belongings off in our new home in the forest. 

Marcus was the first to spot him as he came walking through the trees. “Oh-oooh, here comes trouble,” he said, and when I joined him by the window, I could understand his concerns. 

“The trouble” my husband referred to of course Joar and even at a distance, he was huge, and he was dressed from head to toe in camo clothing. His long legs ate up the distance between the forest line and our house, and as he approached, I noticed the rifle resting in the crook of his elbow. But the weapon was open, the double barrel pointing down, and even though his face was serious, he didn’t look angry or menacing. 

“Stay here,” Marcus said and stepped out onto the porch. 

I snorted. His protective streak was ridiculous, but he knew better than to try to get me to stay put like I was a spoiled lapdog. I followed him outside, stepped into his space, close enough for our shoulders to touch, and slid my hand into his. Together, united as always, we waited as Joar approached. 

Joar didn’t blink an eye at us holding hands. He just introduced himself, told us he lived further up the road, and welcomed us to the neighborhood before he left again, disappearing into the forest to go hunting. 

“He was unexpectedly nice,” Marcus said after Joar left. 

“Don’t be a judgmental jerk,” I said. “He doesn’t have to be a bad guy just because he looks a little rough.”

“Yeah, but the rifle didn’t help the impression that he’s not going to be on Santa’s nice-list this year.”

“Well, look at you. You look like a perfectly respectable, dry professor in your tweed jackets, but you’re definitely on Santa’s naughty list.” I pinched his ass.

“I am a respectable, dry professor.”

I stepped into his space, so close our noses touched, and grabbed his crotch. “You’re a professor, yes. But you won’t be dry,” I gave his dick a good squeeze, “when I’m finished with you.” 

Marcus chuckled. “Seriously, Ossian, you need to work on your seduction technique.”

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm.”

I flipped open his jeans and shoved my hand into his briefs. 

I jerk out of the memory and shake it off; it feels wrong to think about things like that in a cemetery. Is it even allowed?

Don’t be a prude, Ossian. It’s not like you.

No, I never was a prude. I couldn’t keep my hands off Marcus, not even after being with him for close to twenty years. His body, his mind always excited me in a way that no one ever had before I met him. And all those feelings died with him. When he was no longer around, my body shut down. 

My grief counselor said it was natural, that it was a part of the process, but I never really believed her. I was so certain I was going to live out the rest of my life like a dry husk, feeling nothing but pain and sadness. I’d never experience closeness again, or the exhilaration of being turned on by another person.

Seems I was wrong. 

I don’t know when things changed, when my body started thawing, even warming up to someone else. 

It seems to me you’re more than warmed up, baby.

“Shush,” I say without heat. But I need to know. “Would you mind?”

You know I wouldn’t.

do know. He said it once, one night as we were cuddled up together after making love. “If I die before you, I want you to find someone else.”

At the time, I was furious with him. “Don’t say shit like that, you’re not gonna die.”

“Everyone dies, Ossian. And I don’t want you to be alone.”

Oh God, I’m so alone. I don’t want to be alone. 

Guest Post | Chocolate with a Bite by Holly Day

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Hello, everyone! I’m here as Holly Day today 😊 Have you made it through the December frenzy so far? It’s easy to get overwhelmed with everything going on. It’s okay to walk into a room, barricade the door, and sit down to read for a bit. If you need a new story to get you through, I have just the thing for you 😆 Chocolate with a Bite is out today! 

As I’m sure you’re aware by now, JMS Books has been hosting an advent calendar where one not previously published story has been given away only to then be published for real the day after. If you’ve missed it, keep an eye out next year, because we’ll be doing this again!  

I’m the last person out, so today you can grab Chocolate With a Bite for $0.00 between 12:00 am EST and 11:59 pm EST. I only have one little caveat and that is that I believe you’ll enjoy it more if you’ve read A Vampire Chew Toy first. 

Chocolate with a Bite is about Devin and Mars from A Vampire Chew Toy, and what you get is a peek at how they’re doing and how much M&Ms one household can consume. 

So if you haven’t read A Vampire Chew Toy, hop on over to Smashwords where it’s currently 50% off, and then you hop on over to the JMS Advent calendar and grab Chocolate with a Bite for 100% off, and then you lock the door to whichever room you’re in. They should last you a few hours 😄 

Chocolate with a Bite

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Devin Jace lives in a huge mansion together with six other people, four of them turn furry, one needs to drink blood to survive, and one is a former blood slave, just like him. Most days he’s happy with his life with his vampire boyfriend, Mars O’Ceallaigh, but today he’s arranged a chocolate-tasting evening for everyone in the house, and Mars is nowhere to be found.  

Mars has a problem. The guy delivering his blood bags can’t get hold of any, and Mars is starving. He doesn’t dare go near Devin since he’s afraid his control will shatter, and he’ll eat him. In a bad way. Without informing anyone, he sneaks out of the house to try to figure out what’s gone wrong with the blood delivery.  

The night doesn’t turn out as Devin had expected, but he does his best to hide his disappointment. Mars never meant to hurt Devin’s feelings, but what is a hungry vampire to do? Eat his favorite person? 

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Excerpt:

Okay.” He nodded since he didn’t know what else to do. “So… I’ll add up the result then!” He plastered on a smile and whirled around, doing his best not to acknowledge the lump in his throat. Mars most likely had a good reason for leaving. Maybe he’d gotten hold of someone or gotten a lead or whatever. Though was a closed blood bank something you got leads on? And if there had been new information, he would have informed his team, would he not?

It didn’t matter.

Devin added up the numbers from the M&M voting, having to count several times since his head wasn’t in it. Once he had the numbers and had double-checked them, he tried to find joy in English Toffee Peanut being in the first place, but he didn’t care anymore. He heaved a sigh, worked up to a happy expression, and turned around to face the others.

We have a result, ladies and gentlemen.” He shook the paper he’d written on to make a sound.

Hanna grinned at him. “Give it to us!”

In tenth place, and a sign you have no taste whatsoever, we have Mexican Jalapeno Peanut.”

Hanna cheered and clapped her hands, which made Devin grin for real.

In ninth, we have Coconut. Which is another sign you need to have your taste buds examined. I bought Wild Cherry, so we’d have a clear loser, and you fucked it up.”

Rei chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

In eighth place, we have the real loser. Wild Cherry.”

There was a soft boo from the doorway, and Devin almost hurt his neck when he turned from the group at the table to locate the source of the sound. Dillon was hovering on the threshold.

You should all know, Dillon has no taste either, so it’s not only you furries. He placed Wild Cherry as his favorite.” Devin grabbed the Wild Cherry bowl and slowly walked closer to Dillon. He held it out for him. “There are Maltesers and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups on the table if you want.” He spoke low to not scare him off.

I’m good.” But he accepted the bowl, and Devin walked back to his place by the island.

In seventh place, we have Crunchy Raspberry. Not a huge surprise, I don’t think.” There were some hums of agreement. “Then in the sixth, we have Coffee Nut.” Devin made a seesaw gesture. “In fifth, we have Dark Chocolate Creepy Cocoa Crisp. I don’t know if anyone will be sad to see it go. It’s a limited edition.” If it was. He wasn’t sure, he’d only assumed since they were Halloween-themed.

Now it’s getting a bit interesting.” He looked at them one at a time, ending with Dillon who was still standing in the doorway. Devin was glad he’d remained for the result, even if he didn’t join the others by the table. “In fourth place, Crispy Mint! I think if I’d served coffee at the tasting, it might have climbed a spot, don’t you think?”

Maybe.” Hanna grinned at him. “I wouldn’t mind if you bought more of them.”

I have a couple of bags of each flavor in the pantry. I didn’t know how many you’d need to eat to be sure of your choices.” He waved a hand in the direction of the pantry and suspected they’d be gone in a couple of days. It didn’t matter. He’d stocked up on other chocolates, too. It was Christmas, and chocolate and Christmas went hand in hand. He should buy things for the Christmas dinner too; in case the store ran out of stuff. He’d never made a real Christmas dinner before, but he was looking forward to the challenge. Or had been up until now. Now he wanted to go hide in his room.

Focusing on the paper again, he took a deep breath. “In third place, Fudge Brownie.” He gave a low cheer. “Are you nervous now?” He directed the question to Murrie.

Not at all. I know which is the best, and if you say anything else, you’ve fiddled with the result.”

Devin snorted. “I’m sorry, man, but the original only made it to second place.”

No way.”

Yes way. Everyone placed them high, but not as high as they placed today’s winner. English Toffee Peanut!” He clapped his hands, as did Hanna and Rei, though Rei’s claps weren’t as enthusiastic.

That’s it, folks. I thank you for your cooperation in the important study.” He bowed and smiled as a few of the others laughed.

About Holly Day

According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If she’ll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldn’t last a day without coffee.  

Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.  

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Guest Post | A Festive Gathering at Chelsea by Ellie Thomas

The lovely Ellie Thomas is back on the blog, and today you have the chance to get one of her stories for FREE if you act fast!

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Thanks, lovely Ofelia, for having me as your guest again! I’m Ellie, I write MM Historical Romance novellas, and this is my release day blitz for A Festive Gathering at Chelsea, the seventh story in my Twelve Letters series of Regency romp novellas with an ensemble cast. 

19 - Ellie Thomas - smThis 12k-word novella is a free download today only, Tuesday, December 19th at JMS Books as part of their fantastic Advent Calendar event with a free newly released book each day from December 1st -24th. 

Get your free copy here! 

https://www.jmsbooksllc.com/advent-calendar/ 

Twelve Letters, the first book in this Regency series sparked two romantic relationships. The first was between Jo Everett, MC of that story and tailor Daniel Walters due to a mix-up of letters. Then Ben Harding, Jo’s best friend, decided not to challenge young Edward Stephens to a duel and fell in love with him instead. 

As the series continues, more couples in my ensemble cast find true love. By the end of Queer Relations, the second book, social butterfly Percy Havilland clips his wings to settle down with sensible older man, Nathan Brooks. In book 5, The Misfit, musician Luc Gerrard (who appears as a side character in book 4, Gentlemen’s Agreement) re-encounters his actor lover Harry Kent for a lasting reunion. 

The theme of romantic consolidation continues in book 6, May Wedding, when Jo and Daniel, now living together above a tailor’s shop on London’s Tottenham Court Road decide to have an informal celebration to pledge the rest of their lives to each other. 

So in my new story, it was lovely to have all my couples, plus assorted guests, gathering together for some pre-Christmas hospitality at Little Chelsea. Percy’s playing host with the most, with Nathan patiently assisting. Jo is delighted to be able to go to a social event with his beloved Daniel, a rare occasion since they come from different classes. Luc is providing some musical accompaniment while Harry is his charming self. And as for Ben and Edward, well, not every couple can enjoy perfect harmony! However, there’s nothing like some seasonal reconciliation at Christmas. 

Blurb:

afestivegatheringatchelseaSequel to May Wedding

In early December of 1817, shortly before the ton retires to the countryside for the winter, Percy Havilland decides to hold an informal Yuletide afternoon party for his companions and family.

Within the unconventional social array of guests are Percy’s closest friends, the four couples consisting of gentlemen and working men who meet for supper each Thursday evening at The Golden Lion tavern. 

Percy’s aims are supported by his long-suffering and ever-reliable lover, Nathan. Meanwhile, gentleman Jo Everett relishes that he can proudly attend a social occasion with his life partner, the tailor Daniel Walters. And musician Luc has a private plan for Christmas to reveal to his actor sweetheart, Harry.

But amongst these happy couples, all is not well between Captain Ben Harding and Edward Stephens. Can Ben’s best friend Jo intervene on Edward’s behalf? Or might Ben have already reached a decision, leaving Edward heartbroken?

Excerpt:

Jo found Edward and his friends in the hallway with several other groupings, engaged in a long-winded and unhurried leave-taking. 

Are you going so soon? Daniel and I planned to take the next conveyance, so unless you’re in a rush, you can come with us. That way we can dismount at Piccadilly together.”

Edward’s usually unguarded expression grew wary. 

Thank you, but there’s no need. I’m staying with Davies on Holborn Hill. It’s very convenient for the hospital.”

At that information, Jo’s vague disquiet sharpened to genuine alarm. Despite plenty of opportunity, Ben hadn’t mentioned this new and worrying arrangement. Jo wasn’t the sort of fellow to meddle in other people’s private business. But Ben was his oldest and closest friend. Also, Jo had played a significant role in uniting Ben and Edward in the first place, so he had a vested interest in their connection.

He angled his body away from the other men to give him and Edward some scope for a private conversation.

Edward, is there anything amiss between you and Ben?”

I’m not sure.” Edward looked utterly downcast. Nearly four years rolled back, and rather than an up-and-coming doctor, he resembled the wide-eyed medical student who had been hopelessly enamoured with Ben. 

I’ve barely spoken with him since my return to London. He’s been very withdrawn all autumn. At first, I thought his foot was paining him or he was occupied with his charitable endeavours. Then it occurred to me that he was distancing himself from me. I’ve tried to speak with him to no avail. I’ve concluded that he intends to let our connection dwindle to nothing.”

Jo frowned. That doesn’t sound like Ben.

His friend was undoubtedly hot-tempered and pig-headed but he was steadfast to the core. Once he’d made up his mind about a person, they were a friend for life. Ben conducted his romantic affairs on similarly straightforward terms. Jo remembered Ben’s devastation at the loss of Aubrey, his first love and lieutenant, killed in battle during the Peninsular Campaign, to the extent Jo feared Ben might never rally. 

During his relationship with Edward, Ben had seemed utterly devoted to his second strong attachment. Jo felt a surge of guilt. Have I been too caught up in my joy with Daniel to notice that Ben is unhappy? Surely, in their almost daily conferences about the charity, Ben would have dropped a hint about his feelings. Unless he was deliberately concealing them from Jo.

Perhaps it’s my fault,” Edward said, ever eager to take the blame, his fine-boned face shadowed with sorrow. “I’m absent from London for weeks on end and when I am here, I’m often distracted by my studies at the hospital. No wonder he’s tiring of me.”

Jo could counter that Ben was long accustomed to Edward’s periods of absence. The elder Doctor Stephens’ insistence on Edward’s involvement in the family practice, effectively separating him from Ben in London, had caused the couple much heartache. 

Yet they had weathered the storm patiently and had been rewarded by Edward’s advancement in medical research at Barts Hospital. This post met with his father’s approval and also enabled Edward to divide his time between Ben’s Piccadilly home and Trowbridge. Ben had gladly accepted this compromise and was proud of his lover’s growing reputation. So what on earth has gone wrong?

Like a gleam of light through darkness, it dawned on Jo that Ben’s withdrawal might be tactical, in true military fashion. 

By his own admission, Edward was stretched thin, professionally and personally. So perhaps Ben had retrenched in an ill-considered bid to lighten Edward’s load. Such misplaced gallantry sounds exactly like Ben, Jo thought grimly. 

Has he said anything to confirm your suspicions?”

Edward shook his head sadly, tousling his reddish curls. “When I try to approach the subject, he refuses to communicate. From that, I can only assume that he no longer requires me.”

And are you in accord? Or do you want to remain with Ben?”

As much as ever,” Edward’s expressive green eyes reflected his conflicted emotions. “My sentiments are entirely unchanged.” He looked crushed. “I know I’m overwhelmed with work, but Ben’s presence is a help rather than a hindrance. Despite the challenges of juggling my research with caring for my patients, I look forward to my time in London because of him.”

Have you told him this?

I’ve tried but he doesn’t pay attention. He cuts me off before I can explain.”

Might it help if I had a word with Ben?”

Would you?” Edward’s face brightened with a glint of hope.

Of course, as long as you don’t think I’m intruding.”

If Ben will take heed of anyone, it’s you.”

Jo grimaced. “I wish I shared your conviction. What’s the worst that can happen? If he tries to shoot me, I can always summon you to patch me up.”

Thank you, Jo. I simply want to glean what’s in his heart. If he intends to reject me then I must accept that. This uncertainty is wearing me to a shred.”

Totally understandable.” Jo inwardly cursed his block-headed friend. “Leave it with me.”

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Bio:

Ellie Thomas lives by the sea. She comes from a teaching background and goes for long seaside walks where she daydreams about history. She is a voracious reader especially about anything historical. She mainly writes historical gay romance.


Ellie also writes historical erotic romance as L. E. Thomas.

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