A list of recommended books in your genre.

Readers are always looking to fill their to-be-read lists with new books, especially in the genres they know and love. As an author, your recommendations are held in especially high regard, so can you share a few suggestions with us?

There are so many romance books that are just amazing.  Here are some titles that I love that you might not know about.  Most are MM, but one is an MF that really touched my heart.

• Moonlight, Tiger and Smoke by Connie Bailey
• Timing by Mary Calmes
• Swan Song for an Ugly Duckling by Michael Murphy
• Mate Hunt by Amber Kell
• Duet by Eden Winters
• The Wanderer by Rowan McAlister
• Were Geeks Save Wisconsin by Kathy Lyons
• In Time and Out of Sync by Kate Forest – This is MF but wonderful
• Home is the Sailor by Lee Rowan
• His Cursed Prince by Ryan Loveless

Gerome sat on the sand, the breeze having died to almost nothing, the tiny waves lapping the shore. He closed his eyes.

“Is someone there?” a young voice asked from off to the side.

Gerome didn’t move. He just wanted to be left alone. He continued watching, with just enough light to illuminate the figure of a man tentatively approaching the water. The moon must have been rising, providing he could see the outlines of the world around him. “Hello,” the guy said again nervously, and then turned back toward the water, continuing his path north along the beach.

The guy was someone to watch as Gerome contemplated his fucking boring, workaday, miserable life—a life that made him want to scream. Back in Detroit, he had been someone important, someone with power and authority. Now he was nothing, the manager of a gift shop. He was once the creative mind behind some of the best gay nightclubs in Detroit. He’d helped build an unwanted part of Detroit’s lucrative vice market into a thriving business, until Garvic Senior died and his idiot son took over and decided Gerome and his brothers had to go.

Gerome seethed for the millionth time, knowing he had to let it go and get on with his life. But fuck, what he really wanted was what he once had, and there was no way he was ever going to have that again.

The guy drew closer again, and Gerome could see him more clearly now. He came nearer, checking the shore as he moved. That drew Gerome’s curiosity. He waited until the man passed, heading south, and then slowly got to his feet, ambling out to the water’s edge. Whatever this guy was looking for, it wasn’t likely he was going to find it, not at night. The water gave up her secrets reluctantly, just like Gerome, and she only did it when she wanted to. Still, Gerome wandered the way the guy had come for a little while. He didn’t have anywhere he needed to be, and it wasn’t late, just dark. He turned back after a while, watching for the other guy but not seeing him.

Gerome figured it was time to go home and let this guy have whatever he was looking for. At the path back to the road, Gerome was about to turn when something tumbling in the surf caught his eye. He checked both ways, but the beach was deserted. He bent down and lifted a floating bundle out of the water. It was wrapped tightly in plastic, and he groaned as he looked it over.