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Pride 2024 Explicit Imprint Bundle!

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HAPPY PRIDE 2024! We are celebrating in classic Duck Prints Press style, with our second-annual Pride Bundle for charity campaign! We’ve compiled a list of 12 Explicit Imprint short style titles – some usually Patreon exclusive! – and priced them at a discount. Once the bundle sale is done on July 8th 2024, we will donate approximately 20% of the proceeds, given on behalf of the Press and select authors who chose to donate their royalties. The money from this Explicit Imprint Bundle will be combined with the proceeds from our General Imprint Bundle sales, and the total will be donated to the charity Rainbow Railroad, which helps LGBTQI+ people from around the world escape oppression and find places of safety.

Grab yourself a bundle, get some wonderful reads, and support a queer-owned business and queer charities! Does it get any better than that?

This bundle will be available from June 8th through July 8th 2024.

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HAPPY PRIDE 2024! We are celebrating in classic Duck Prints Press style, with our second-annual Pride Bundle for charity campaign! We’ve compiled a list of 12 Explicit Imprint short style titles – some usually Patreon exclusive! – and priced them at a discount. Once the bundle sale is done on July 8th 2024, we will donate approximately 20% of the proceeds, given on behalf of the Press and select authors who chose to donate their royalties. The money from this Explicit Imprint Bundle will be combined with the proceeds from our General Imprint Bundle sales, and the total will be donated to the charity Rainbow Railroad, which helps LGBTQI+ people from around the world escape oppression and find places of safety.

Grab yourself a bundle, get some wonderful reads, and support a queer-owned business and queer charities! Does it get any better than that?

This bundle will be available from June 8th through July 8th 2024.

Note: the charity we are collecting for has not been informed of this fundraiser and have not endorsed, supported, or otherwise been involved in this sale.

Read excerpts from the 12 included titles!

Brambles, Pollen, and Other Natural Disasters by A. L. Heard

“Nick?”

Although he wanted to run, Nick managed a respectable speed as he came over. “What’s up?” he asked, hopefully not sounding too eager.

There was the sound of someone shifting right behind the door, then the wood creaked as though Brady were resting against it. Right there, inches away yet so far.

“I need help,” Brady said, his voice strangely toneless.

A night such as this by April Steenburgh

The light touch at the back of my neck broke my pace. My breath caught and then released in a stuttering exhale as the light touch became lips. Then teeth nipping.

A hand moved down my side, reached around to cup a breast. I bit my lip to try and smother an embarrassing whimper.

“I like hearing you.” Her voice was quiet, calm, and could have been talking about the weather for all the concern it carried. But a second hand joined the first and I let my mouth open wide so the happy sigh could slide free.

“Much better.”

I wanted that mouth kissing and nipping, not talking.

Theirs All Along by boneturtle

Samael’s hand cushions the back of Aren’s head just before he hits the back wall of the cave. He holds Aren, barely breathing, in stark contrast to how hard Aren is panting.

Samael is ungodly beautiful. Not surprising, given that he’s the king of demons.

He’s also bested Aren once again. He’d demanded to spar, to test Aren’s readiness to serve in his guard. Why? Because Aren has told him that he is Toren, a lesser demon from a fringe territory intent on serving His Highness.

Orchidelirium by Dei Walker

They were blooms beautiful and eerie, unlike anything she had ever seen even in the botany books she acquired from booksellers and lending libraries. Beatrice stepped as close as she could to look over the peculiar plants.

She drew in a breath so deep she thought her lungs might burst with the holding of it, but it would not do to exhale and risk doing something to the delicately curved petals. Their rich, creamy white faded to yellow and into a brilliant pink no modiste’s fabrics could hope to match. Afternoon sunlight turned their pollen-dusted stamens to shimmering gilt. She wanted desperately to strip off her gloves and touch the petals, to discover if they felt as soft as they looked.

Heat slid over her skin as she reached to draw one glove off. Easy enough to slip her fingers beneath the netting, and just one delicate touch—

Old Kings and New by Lyonel Loy

The last day of Isemund’s life should not be so quiet.

Isemund had imagined screams, when he let himself think of the last day of his life, and heavy, booted feet tramping about so loudly the ground rumbled beneath them. His people would weep and wail and rush about lamenting, for themselves if not for him—even in his imaginings he does not think that anyone would mourn a useless omega who has been king just over a week—and glowing flames would cast terrible, warped shadows.

Shadows are always warped and terrible in stories, and stories are all that Isemund knows of armies and the sacking of palaces. He does not know much of the world, because an omega is not supposed to.

Now the army of the conqueror has marched upon the palace that is all Isemund knows of the world, and it is nothing at all like the stories.

Weather the Storm by Lyn Weaver

The first time Rain had seen the conceptual entity he called Cerberus, he’d been dying. That tracked. Encountering a conceptual entity was usually the last thing one did. Cerberus hadn’t been the one killing him, though. Shattered machinery, Mirror exposure, and his own armour unit had been responsible for that. The metal stabbed through him hadn’t killed him quickly enough. It had begun fusing with his ravaged body while flesh and steel both unraveled into the ever-present glittering haze. He’d been lying on his back, drifting in and out of consciousness, struggling to hold himself together as his very self dissolved at the seams, when he heard it. A voice. A real one, not an echo.

Someone had been standing over him, looking down.

No. Something. A huge black dog made of storm clouds and lightning, eyes and mouths crackling with terrible light.

Pretty 7 Days a Week by R. L. Houck

When the text came, Tomas felt a surge of excitement. They hadn’t heard from Lydia in over five weeks. For a while, they’d thought she would turn into a regular. It would have been unusual since Tomas wasn’t associated with a House or a Lead. Very few Solos had regulars. But for two months straight, Lydia had hired them once weekly for several hours a night.

Then complete radio silence on her end.

Now they got the typical message: You available tonight? Regency Hotel, Room 413. A moment later, a second text appeared: 8pm to 8am.

Adventures of the Scarlet Sentry: After Dark by Samantha M. Piper

The curtains billowed outward gracefully onto the patio in the soft night breeze like ghosts reaching out for justice as she made her way through the shadows. It was well past midnight and not a soul was around, but stealth was a second skin to someone in her profession. Darkness was the only ally she could trust.

Nimbly vaulting the small brick wall, Scarlet Sentry approached the open doorway. She paused before passing over the threshold. Should she simply enter? It felt wrong to use her skills in such a way. While it was true she was here by invitation, even entertaining the idea of visiting a civilian home was a violation of her vow to separate herself from the populace that she’d sworn to defend from evil.

Coming here was a mistake; she should leave no matter how much her soul called out for her to continue.

Worlds Apart (but Still Close) by Sanne Burg

“I know you don’t like him,” Arthur says, eyes on the ceiling, “but can you at least try to like him for this meeting?”

“He’s a fucking demon—the one thing you fight, Arthur,” Flo argues. Her eyes are fixed on her boyfriend, taking in his defensive stance and his growing anger. Kacen, Arthur’s bodyguard (and a demon), has increasingly been the subject of heated discussions between them. Mostly because Arthur doesn’t understand why Flo doesn’t like him. Part of that dislike stems from the fact she and Kacen are both part of the Society, but Kacen is treated as better than her when he’s a) a demon and b) just a bodyguard to Arthur. The rest of the reasons she dislikes him, well…

Taken at Sea by Shea Sullivan

“There’s an octopus legend now?” Trent asked, laughing.

“Well, half right,” Ryder said, joining him. “They called them ‘kraken kin.’ Catchy, right? Half man, half octopus—”

“The kraken was a squid,” Trent interrupted.

Ryder laughed. “Well, they didn’t go into the scientific classification, maybe these creatures are half squid. When you find one, remember to give me the details between speaking engagements and acceptance speeches. In any case, they said the kraken kin would pick off men in the water and eat them…”

He lowered his voice ominously, leaning in like he was telling a horror story. “…leaving nothing but their bones.”

Warm Anything You Want by Tris Lawrence

Win kisses Crys’s head, then moves to do as directed, lining mugs up along the counter. “I need to remember to thank our boy for taking care of the snow.”

“He always takes care of the snow.” Crys flips four pancakes from the skillet and pours four more. “I cook. He handles things outside the house. You sleep.”

Win puts a hand on his furred chest where his robe gaps open. “I do more than sleep.”

“You distract us.”

“I take care of you.”

LA Photographs Itself by YF Ollwell

It was something about the way Pax dropped the robe that made me realize there was no Playgirl test-shoot after all. He looked over his shoulder in a move he must have picked up from some femme fatale as I considered the pale shape of his spine and the bad stunt scar that sat just above the cleft of his ass… and he grinned.

“Okay, Martin,” he said in a voice barely suppressing a giggle, “I’m ready for my pin-ups.”

 

 

 

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