SERIES TOUR and NEW RELEASE
Island Confidential Series by TA Moore
Cover Artist: Tammy Moore
Publisher: Rogue Firebird Press
Genres: MM Contemporary Romance
All the books in the series can be read as standalone stories
and do not end on a cliffhanger.
Overall Heat Rating for the series: 4 flames
Series Tagline: Island men know what they want…but not always what they need.
BOOK DETAILS
NEW RELEASE
Book Title: Bed-Hopping
Length: 38 000 words
Release Date: July 31, 2025
Tense/POV: Third person, alternating POV
Tropes: Fake dating, small town romance, lies, love at first sight.
Themes: Forgiving your own mistakes, moving on, sometimes it’s worth the risk.
Blurb
It shouldn't have been this difficult.
All Ryan wanted was to leave his ex-boyfriend at home and go to his childhood best friend's wedding as a single man. The only problem was that apparently he was the only sane person he knew. His actor ex didn't want their break-up on social media until it would be good PR for him. Meanwhile the bride, and childhood best friend, was so rigorously superstitious about bad omens that the wedding would have been cancelled already if someone hadn't 'seen' an extra magpie at the engagement party.
So Ryan had agreed to keep the break up quiet until after the honeymoon. It did mean he had bring his ex as his plus one to the ceremony, but it would only be a few more weeks. That couldn't hurt.
Only problem is that now Ryan has to try and stop his ex turning their break-up into a soap opera, convince the hottest man he's ever seen that they can kiss without it being cheating…and make sure the bride didn't find out about any of it.
Maybe he needed some of that good luck she was hoarding?
Excerpt from Bed Hopping
“Oh, you can’t tell her,” Jenny said from the other side of the counter. She shook a plastic bottle of mayo vigorously in one hand. “She will lose her goddamn mind.”
It wasn’t the reaction that Ryan had hoped for. He pulled a dubious face and rubbed the back of his neck.
“It can’t be that bad,” he protested.
Jenny mugged incredulity at him as she flipped the cap of the mayo bottle and turned it upside down. She squeezed a wriggly line of mayo over the curry-yellow chunks of chicken she’d already thrown onto the roll.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked. “You think that your best friend—your astrology symbol tattooed, magpie saluting, psychic consulting BFF—is going to take it in her stride that love is dead?”
She smacked the bottle down to punctuate that and raised her eyebrows expectantly at him for his input.
“OK, no, not when you put it like that,” Ryan said. “But it’s not like that. I just broke up with my boyfriend—”
Jenny wagged a greasy blue-gloved finger at him to stop him there.
“You mean, your soulmate,” she corrected him, with jazz hands for emphasis.
“I do not,” Ryan said. “If he was, I’d not have broken up with him.”
That objection was dismissed with a rude noise. “It’s not about you.”
“I…wow, sorry,” Ryan said. “There’s me thinking it was.”
Jenny shrugged as she grabbed some red onion and tossed it onto the sandwich. Then she took a beat to consider her creation and added some sweetcorn. Ryan started to object but gave it up as the yellow kernels sank into the mayo. He was hungry, and he would rather have unwanted sweetcorn he knew about than one stray left behind to surprise him.
“OK, obviously you think it’s about you,” she said. “From Clem’s point of view, though, it’s about her and her relationship. That psychic saying her and Greg are soulmates is the basis of their relationship.”
“That’s…they love each other,” Ryan objected. “They have weathered so much in their relationship and—”
“Yeah, but only because they’re soulmates,” Jenny said. She picked up the top of the roll and smacked it down on the toppings. “Remember when Greg went to Newcastle to work? Clem told me that the only reason she made it work was because that psychic told her they were endgame.”
“OK, so the psychic was right about her and Greg, but wrong about me and Devon,” Ryan said. “We’re broken up. She’s going to have to come to terms with that eventually.”
“Sure,” Jenny said. Paper crinkled as she pinched, folded, and tucked it around the sandwich. “If you’d broken up, like, six months ago! You can’t drop it on her a week before her wedding, one of the biggest decisions of her life, that the psychic was full of shit. It’s going to look like the worst omen in the world. She will definitely panic and call it all off.”
Shit.
Book Title: Stag Weekend
Length: 45 000 words
Tropes: Forbidden romance, Giveaway the Bride, Lost Wedding Ring, Stag Party
Blurb
Simon had a plan.
He'd go to his sister's wedding, he'd keep his head down, and the whole family would finally have something other than his disastrously brief engagement to talk about. It was going to be the fact that none of them liked his new brother-in-law, but that wasn't Simon's fault.
It was a simple plan that really couldn't go wrong. Not unless Simon did something really stupid, like wake up the morning after a stag weekend with a stranger in his hotel bed and no idea who it was.
That was the sort of gossip that was hard to beat.
Book Title: Dick Move
Length: 20 000 words
Tropes: Rule of funny, best friend’s ex, ex complications
Themes: Accepting you’re worth more than you think, letting go of an ex, small town romance
Blurb
When Danny Shaw's ex dumped the job of returning some...personal items...to a short list of his previous conquests on him that seemed like imposition enough. Until he opened the bag and found that the items in question could best be described as extremely intimate and disturbingly detailed.
But when life gives you a bag of hyper-realistic sex toys, modeled after penises your ex knew and admired, what else is there to do but find the biggest dick you know and ask if one of them is his?
Meanwhile, all Will wanted was a quiet night out. Not that he was going to turn down a chance to spend time with Danny, even if it did lead to some weird conversations.
An Island Confidential Novella
Book Title: Wanted – Bad Boyfriend
Length: 76 000 words
Tropes: Fake dating, opposites attract, secrets and lies, small town romance.
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Blurb
His mother. His best friend. The barmaid at the local pub. Everyone is determined to find Nathan Moffatt a boyfriend. It’s the last thing Nathan wants. After spending every day making sure his clients experience nothing but romantic magic, the Granshire Hotel’s wedding organizer just wants to go home, binge-watch crime dramas, and eat pizza in his underwear.
Unfortunately, no one believes him, and he’s stuck with lectures about dying alone. Then inspiration strikes. He needs the people in his life to want him to stay single as much as he does. He needs a bad boyfriend.
There’s only one man for the job.
Flynn Delaney is used to people on the island of Ceremony thinking the worst of him. But he isn’t sure he wants the dubious honor of worst boyfriend on the entire island. On the other hand, if he plays along, he gets to hang out with the gorgeous Nathan and piss off the owners of the Granshire Hotel. It’s a win-win.
There’s only one problem—Flynn’s actually quite a good boyfriend, and now Nathan’s wondering if getting off the sofa occasionally is really the worst thing in the world.
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About the Author
TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide.
Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.
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