Friday, April 5, 2019

Love is on Show in #FirstChapterFriday #MMromance #gayromance @evernightpub @parr_books

From E.D. Parr

I loved writing this story. I'd had the idea in my head for nearly a year, but life got in the way of my writing for a while there. When I finally wrote the story, it flowed onto the computer because I knew Caer and Justin so well. 
Their love story is hot and heart wrenching. There are places in the story I wanted to shock because life throws wildcards at everyone now and then. I also wanted the guys to love each other deeply.
Justin hides a fun-loving trait until the end of the story when I hope readers will see how much he loves Caer in the epic actions he takes to prove it.

Love on Show

Dishy Justin Harper plays gay bad boy, Brandon in a TV show that’s fast becoming a cult classic, but Justin hides the fact he’s gay in real life. When a new actor is cast to play his TV show love interest, Justin can’t deny the raging attraction he feels for gorgeous Caer Rossi.
Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?

Chapter One

“You know I asked specifically for an actual gay guy to play Stephen. I believe Tripp promised me this season I wouldn’t have someone whose face registered distaste every time we kissed. Hell, Petra, surely you understand. It got so bad we could only shoot a kissing scene with the last actor’s back to the camera.”

“We like this guy. He’s hot. He’ll have the audience drooling. We liked his audition. You’ll like him.”

“Is he gay?”

“Not as far as we know. People don’t know you’re gay—not the public. I mean, who asks these days? I mean, who cares?”

I fucking care. I’d be out, but for the PR spin, but for Tripp anyways.”

“Yeah, I know, but don’t tell me you haven’t bought into it. You hide your preference very well. Look, this guy did okay kissing a man in his audition. Give him a go. He’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Give him a go? His character, Stephen, is supposed to be the love of my character’s life. We can’t simply ask the writers to dispense with him in some freak accident again. It’s time my character showed some fidelity and integrity. The bad boy is settling down this season.”

“The fact is he’s hired. You’d have met him already, except you went off touring Italy for the entire break. Please tell me you’ll at least be kind to the guy.”

“I will. Yeah, I’ll be kind if you let me pick him up from the hotel. I’ll be the runner. It’ll give me a sense of his personality to see him in ‘everyday life’.” Justin Harper raised his hands and put commas in the air around his last words.

The AD pursed her lips. “He might know who you really are. Okay. Take a decent car, Justin. I don’t want you rocking up in that tricked out old Wrangler.”

Justin grinned and a mischievous glint appeared in his eloquent blue-gray eyes.

“It’s just a sound system and a customized soft top—tricked out, that’s hilarious, and I bet he’s never even watched the show so he’ll have no idea who I am.”

“Take the BMW. Pick him up tomorrow at 10:00 AM.” Petra McIntyre snatched keys from a wicker basket on her desk and threw them to him.

Justin swiped them from their trajectory, spun around in a fancy dance move, and stalked out of her office.

“His name’s Caer Rossi, he’ll be at the Regent.” Petra called after him.

“The usual place, then.” Justin gave her a wave over his shoulder to show he’d heard.


Caer Rossi looked out of the hotel window at the rain falling in sheets to the gloomy streets below. The wind blew the rain at an acute angle so it appeared to hang outside the raindrop-dappled glass like some bizarre work of art. He couldn’t see anything, let alone what might be a studio car standing by the sidewalk.

So much for spring. Caer snatched up his duffle bag and tablet computer in its sleeve. I should have watched at least one episode of this series. The driver should be here. I’ll be late. He caught sight of his face in the ornate mirror hung in the center of the oatmeal-colored wall. A frown creased between his eyes. He rubbed at it. I need to calm down or I’ll screw up. He took a deep breath.

His agent told him he’d got the part, but Caer had yet to meet the actor he would play opposite, and his nerves jangled. It wasn’t completely unknown for offers to be withdrawn. He’d not received a contract so far. Auditions were grueling and done with other hopefuls rather than any actual cast of the show. The whole process had been what Caer considered odd.

The evening before, the assistant director had called and told him they’d send a runner to drive him to the studios at ten. The designated time arrived and ten minutes later Caer decided he’d continue to wait in the hotel foyer.

He was about to leave the room when the pale gondola-shaped telephone on the small desk in the corner rang with a bird-like trill. Caer picked up the handset.

“Caer Rossi.”

“Your car is at the front, Mr. Rossi, if you’re ready.”

“Thank you, I’ll come down.”

Caer had dressed in character. He figured the producer would ask him to read with the guy playing the lead this time. Dress always helped him feel his character, so he’d bought a business suit that was so sharp he felt not so much elegant as deadly. His wingtips glowed with two coats of self-shine Kiwi. This work would bring him back to England from Toronto for at least a year, and more importantly, away from Tom Holden, the man who’d broken his heart. The salary was double what his last part earned him, not something to discount either. The only thing he didn’t like was that he considered the show a soap opera. His agent called him an artistic snob and told him the show was on its way to being a cult classic. Caer read the new season’s script twice. The dialogue made him smile in places with its inanity. All the same, he wanted the part.

Caer clicked his room door locked behind him. He took the elevator to the lobby and walked out of the car doors as they slid silently open. He gazed around. The hotel foyer was darkly opulent. Clean-cut people in business attire, some carrying ultra slim laptop cases, stood in a group by the door to the bar conversing in subdued voices.

A guy standing next to the huge revolving front doors stood out like a beacon against the scene. The man offered his back view to the lobby as he stared out of the embossed glass doors. Tall, with a battered black leather jacket that stretched across broad muscled shoulders, his bottom half in ripped faded Levis showed off a delicious hard ass. Long legs culminated in a pair of pointed black suede boots.

Smokin’ hot. Caer tore away his gaze and went to the reception desk. “Caer Rossi, you called about my car having arrived.”

The desk clerk smiled, and nodded her head toward the doors of the hotel. “Yes, Mr. Rossi, the driver is waiting over there for you.”

Caer glanced toward the doors and the jean-clad hunk. He looked back at the hopeful face of the clerk. “Him?”

The clerk nodded.

Caer approached the guy, and walked around him. “I’m Caer Rossi, you’re waiting for me.”

A couple of inches shorter than the man, he looked up into the driver’s face as he spoke. A shock of attraction almost took the ‘me’ of his statement from him in an intake of breath. The man was truly gorgeous. His dark hair tousled around his ears. He had the sexiest eyes Caer had ever seen, blue-gray and fringed with the kind of long black eyelashes seen in mascara commercials, though lengthening fibers clearly didn’t enhance these. Caer gazed at him. Hell, he’s amazing. Bet he’s straight.

Caer tried to suppress a sigh of appreciation. It had been a hard six months trying to heal his broken heart after Tom ended their relationship. He’d gone on a blind date because a friend said it would take the edge off his sorrow, but although the man was handsome and interesting, Caer couldn’t put much into the evening. The sigh escaped him. He missed sex and companionship, but at the time, he couldn’t summon the belief he’d meet anyone who’d replace Tom in his heart. Now he wanted to move on with his life.

The runner didn’t appear to hear the sigh. He held the rim of a pale colored, rain splattered Fedora in both hands, and dipped his head to Caer politely with a smile.

“Good morning … sir.” He stuffed the hat under one arm and held out a hand aimed to take Caer’s bag and tablet. Sexy little lines appeared by the sides of his sparkling eyes as he smiled.

Caer stared, hypnotized by his beauty for a few seconds, and then dragged himself into professional mode. “I can manage my stuff, but I’d appreciate you holding an umbrella over me as we walk to the car. The rain is pounding down and arriving bedraggled to a meeting is never a good idea.”

The runner nodded solemnly. “Yes, sir.” He turned to the wall and picked up a large black umbrella previously hidden by his sexy bulk. “I’ll get out there and have this up for you in a jiffy.”

Caer watched him move through the revolving doors and unfurl the umbrella, which he must have brought for Caer since his Fedora was dappled with raindrops.

He took the hat from under his arm, pushed it onto his head, and stood waiting.

With a smile of thanks, Caer went through the doors.

The guy walked next to him holding the umbrella. He opened the car door and Caer jumped in. He leaned back in the soft leather seat as the driver got into the front of the car and tossed the half-open wet umbrella onto the passenger side.

Copyright E.D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 2018 

Friday, February 1, 2019

For #FirstChapterFriday A Virtual Kiss #MMromance #gayromance Nate enjoyed watching as this young man dragged off his t-shirt in the sun and showed off his muscled body all the way down to mid-V of his hips.

Read the first chapter of MM romance
A Virtual Kiss
in this month's #FirstChapterFriday post

Hunky Nate Hathaway can’t resist the lure of private Virtual Reality rooms in a new Internet café that opens on the street where he works. He’s lonely and intrigued by the VR program offering a boyfriend experience. After only one date, Nate is hooked on Jason, the sexy, kind VR character.
Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. He’s also the body model for the boyfriend. A twist of fate brings Nate to his attention. Determined to meet dishy Nate, he reveals who he is.
Passion sizzles between the two men as they fall in love.

Trouble is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.

Warning 18 + post
Chapter One

When Nate Hathaway saw a new Internet café, VR, and gaming venue open on the end of the street where he worked, butterflies started in his stomach. The renovations of the building lasted all spring and on the first day of summer, the venue, ‘Splat,’ held a grand opening. The company Nate worked for provided a small staff restaurant, and on the tables, the day before the venue was to open, brochures enticed people to use the gaming facilities and more. In small print beneath this word, Nate read the explanation and his breath caught.

‘Live your dreams in our private VR rooms.’

The memory of using VR before in an upmarket sex club located on the seamy side of the town where he’d vacationed two years before sent a thrill, tingling from his balls all the way up his body. Nate heaved a breath, and after looking around to check if anyone watched, he rolled the brochure into a tight cylindrical shape and slid it into the breast pocket of his jacket. It fit snugly alongside his company cell phone. Its presence made him smile. It lifted his spirits, flagging under being in a job he practically hated, and loneliness.

Nate hadn’t been on a date since he and Scottie Thompson, from the art department, split up five months before. Not that Nate loved Scottie. He’d enjoyed the guy’s company, and the sex was terrific. In fact, if he was honest with himself that was what he missed the most. The VR rooms might save him from that deprivation.

He picked up his coffee cup and sipped at the now cool beverage as he turned to gaze out of the window at the street. The restaurant gave a great view of the square two floors below. In the middle, a fountain sprayed sparkling water over a narrow circular pond, and around that, lush flowers grew in a vivid display of color and perfume. Sometimes a gardener tended the wide flowerbed, and Nate enjoyed watching as this young man dragged off his t-shirt in the sun and showed off his muscled body all the way down to mid-V of his hips. He was there that day.

A spike of sexual need ran through the bottom of Nate’s stomach. His cock stirred. The gardener straightened from pruning a woody plant, threw the cuttings into a woven sack a step away, then pushed the shears into the back pocket of his jeans. In what Nate thought had to be a purposeful move, the guy pulled off his t-shirt, lingering with his arms raised to show off his muscled torso. He took the tool from his pocket and stuffed his t-shirt into the vacant spot, before looking around, his hands on his delicious slim hips.

Nate’s cock jerked into a hard column as the gardener rearranged his jeans, so that the waistband lowered even farther down his flat stomach. Nate stared at him and the young man gazed at Nate in return. Does he know I’m here? He can’t. The windows are mirrored. Nah, I’m just horny and he’s fucking hot.

Nate shifted in his seat as the man bent to a shrub and offered a view of his hard ass in faded denim. It sent Nate into a spin. He attempted to push away his desires. He tried to will away his erection. He snatched up the bottle of spring water he’d intended taking back to his office from the table in front of him and drank. The cool liquid didn’t help. He had to do something about his boner or be edgy all afternoon.

Nate slid off the chair sideways, dragging off his jacket at the same time. He held it in front of his body as he raced to the men’s restrooms. On his way through the door, a colleague exited.

“Hi, Nate.”

Nate managed a weak smile. “Hi.” He dashed into a cubicle at the far end of the row and shot the bolt on the door. He hung his jacket on the coat hook provided and unzipped his suit pants. With shaking hands, he pushed his underwear and pants down his thighs in one. His massive cock sprang out. His heartbeat sped up in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Excitement trickled down his stomach. He grasped his dick and had to muffle a groan of relief as he clasped it tight. Nate always carried a condom and a thin sachet of lube in the inside pocket of his jacket. He closed his eyes and let go of his cock. A stream of sensation shot under his balls along to his ass. Fuck. I need this bad.

As quietly as he could, Nate took the lube pack from his pocket and tore the corner off. He squeezed the soft gel into his hand and, biting his lip so he didn’t gasp, he palmed his aching dick. Pre-cum leaked from the slit. His thighs weakened yet his body tensed with the need for orgasm. He pumped his cock fast and hard. The waves of pleasure closed his eyes. He leaned back against the cubicle wall and slowed his pumps, bringing the sheath of his fist in long tight moves up and down his cock. Delicious sensation forced soft moans from him. He tightened his grip, bringing to mind the hard body of the gardener, and then, as his orgasm rippled over him, and his hips jerked uncontrollably, his mind emptied of everything but the exquisite pleasure of release.

His cum shot away and then dribbled over his knuckles. He caught his breath as he sank a little down the wall. A smile spread over his face. Relief mingled with satisfaction. His cock throbbed and sent tingles into his asshole. He pulled paper from the chrome dispenser at hip height and cleaned up. Nate’s dick shrank only a little. He carefully arranged his underwear then his suit pants. He checked cum hadn’t flown up his shirt. He wiped up his seed that had dropped to the tiled floor and tossed the paper into the toilet pan, before taking his jacket from the hook and waving a hand over the button on the wall that automatically flushed the toilet.

Mellow from jerking off, he exited the stall and went to wash his hands.

A guy he didn’t know gave him a look as he shook water from his hands and then went to the drier.

The blast of noisy air strangely comforted Nate as he wondered if he’d moaned too loudly when he came. Then the guy left and Nate dried his own hands. He went back to the mirrors as he slipped on his jacket that he’d left draped on the shelf beneath. He stared at his reflection. I need a guy in my life for sure, but I’ll check out ‘Splat,’ on my way home tonight.

Copyright E. D. Parr 2018 Evernight Publishing

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

It’s hard to stand here making conversation when what I’d like to do is hold you close, feel you against me, maybe even… #midweektease #MMromance #gayromance

From new release erotic gay romance
The Romantic
Handsome Luke Kirby loves books, so when he finds boxes of old and beautiful tomes in a dusty shop, he can’t resist buying them. To his delight one of them contains what he hopes will bring an end to his loneliness and heartache. As he prepares to cast an ancient prayer spell to the god of love, across town Ethan Goss decides that moving to a new apartment will ease his broken heart.
With the help of an eccentric real estate agent, gorgeous Ethan goes to a viewing in the block where Luke lives.
When Luke meets Ethan in the lobby, it’s the start of a passionate love affair. 
Read the teaser 

The server placed their orders on the bar, and Luke paid. He handed Ethan his beer. His fingers touched Ethan’s. A thrill ran up his arm, and Luke enjoyed the feeling before he picked up his own drink. “Do you want to find a table?”

Ethan glanced around. “I doubt there are any free. This place is humming. We could prop up the bar. That’s okay.”

Luke wished there was a free table. He wanted his knee pressed against Ethan’s. He wanted to lean his head close to Ethan’s. “Sure.” He agreed.

“How’s the movie business?” Ethan smiled and then sipped at his beer.

“Yeah, good. I was at a meeting earlier and charged down here hoping not to be late.”

“Well, you weren’t, so that’s good, but if you had been, I would have waited. I looked forward to seeing you all day, and yesterday, too, if I’m honest, and I’d like to be, because I like you a lot.”

Luke’s heart raced. He left his glass on the counter and took hold of Ethan’s free hand.

“I like you, too. The truth is I’m dying to kiss you. I’ve been waiting—hoping for a guy who makes me feel the way you do. I’m sorry, is that too much?” He bowed his head a little, worrying he’d chase Ethan away with his obvious desperation.

Without even checking who was watching, Ethan put down his beer. He slid a cool hand around Luke’s jaw and, in a mesmerizingly slow move, brought his mouth to Luke’s and kissed him.

The kiss didn’t last long, but it forced a surge of sexual craving through Luke. A sigh escaped him when Ethan drew away. Holy smoke.

Ethan smiled, and a dimple appeared in his left cheek. His blue eyes broadcast attraction. He heaved a breath. “It’s not too much. I feel the same. It’s hard to stand here making conversation when what I’d like to do is hold you close, feel you against me, maybe even…”

Luke couldn’t tear his gaze from Ethan’s. “Did you drive here?”

“Took a cab.”

“My car’s down a side street. Do you want to come back to my place? I have a couple of beers in the fridge.” He took a chance. The instinct that this was what Ethan wanted, too, was strong.

“Yes.” Ethan’s answer was swift.

Luke led the way to the door. Once on the sidewalk, he clasped Ethan’s hand. A burst of happiness brought a smile to his face. He reached his car, unlocked it, and turned to Ethan, pulling him close. “This can’t be a one-night stand. I like you too much already to discover you don’t want anything after tonight and we’re just neighbors who barely see each other.”

Ethan put his arms around Luke’s waist. “It won’t be, Luke,” he murmured and kissed him.

Luke’s eyes closed as a haze of pleasure and desire mingled. He pulled Ethan closer, molding his body to Ethan’s. The kiss, gentle but red-hot, thickened his cock. He pushed onto Ethan’s lower stomach and felt his answering erection. The hard shape touching his own shot his dick into a rock-hard column. It forced a low moan from him as Ethan swept his hands down his back and grabbed his ass. Luke soaked up the sensation.

He tore himself away from Ethan’s embrace. “Let’s go.”
He sat in the driving seat, and the tip of his dick reached his waistband. Luke grinned across at Ethan. “Your kiss has given me such a hard-on I’m lucky I can sit down.” He started the car and drove home with his cock aching and his heart pounding over what he was sure would happen that night.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, 2019, eXtasy Books

Saturday, January 19, 2019

New release #MMromance #suspense from @KatherineWyvern @evernightpub Fantasy, pirates and adventure. Read a #teaser

Hello and thank you for hosting me and my pirate story today! This was such a wonderful book for me to write! It came about by chance when I was drawing an elf, messed up his left eye, and ended up with a one-eyed pirate instead.
I have been afloat on imaginary seas with many favorite authors of mine from Melville, to Conrad, to Patrick O’Brian and Björn Larsson all of my life, so I pounced on the chance of writing a pirate story!
The original idea, as much as I had an idea at all, was to keep it light and fun (and short… most of all short). I wrote a bunch of dialogues very much at random in the first day, all of them full of banter, innuendoes and bratty jokes and I thought that I would keep the story on that note. But I didn’t have a plot, and I still missed one of the main characters, and I had only the vaguest idea of what universe the story could be set in. For a brief while I even considered making it a bit of tongue-in-cheek Tolkien fan fiction. But then the muse spoke, and suggested such a dark twist to the main character, Rikko’, that it became clear that the story needed to grow and to have deeper layers.
And it began to fit very well into the fantasy universe where my older novel Spellbreakers was set, and to connect rather neatly with that story, although it’s not really a sequel to it, and it can be read as a standalone. I hope you find my pirate as irresistible as I did!


Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate.

Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.

And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test.

Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side.

From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?

(MM sex)


“Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off Gael’s shoulder with one hand. He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself. She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both tumbled down together, kissing.
Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable.
Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this need…
But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose.
“Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently, slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to breathe, licking Rikko’s lips.
Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure, but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that beautiful, taut little butt.
“Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips.
“C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet.
Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You too.”
He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a lot. It just got in the way.
Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal, full-grown but still uncertain of his body.
Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’ smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a feel, a bit of foreplay.
He tugged at the lovely taut cock once.
Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’ found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it.
He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.
“Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he could only laugh. I just barely touched him!
“Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally, still laughing. “I’m drowned!”
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic, “oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…”
Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him back in bed.
“Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known. Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing.

Visit In the Eye of the Wind’s web page with maps and an exclusive excerpt:

I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime makes me a cougar, ahem.
Almost all my heroes and heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts... Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next.
I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people.
Like the Highlander, I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.
I have been writing since I can remember.

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Saturday, January 12, 2019

Physically and emotionally scarred, the bond between them can’t be broken. New Release #MMromance #suspense Read a #teaser #gayfiction @realthomcollins


The Anthem Trilogy:
1.      Anthem of the Sea
2.      Anthem of the Dark
3.      Anthem of Survival

Anthem of Survival

Will they ever escape the past?
Revenge casts a long shadow.

Following two prior attempts on their lives, Daniel and Elijah are together and stronger than ever. Their relationship has weathered the toughest elements and survived. Physically and emotionally scarred, the bond between them can’t be broken. One year on from the devastating events in Anthem of the Dark they have reassessed their priorities and want to spend time out of the spotlight.

Elijah has quit his stand-up career to focus on his new passion: training to be a chef. But for Daniel, there are too many questions he desperately needs answers to. Like who orchestrated the violence in Blackpool a year ago? Whose hatred of him runs so deep they’re ruthlessly prepared to hurt innocent by-standers? He teams up with journalist Keeley Rank to uncover the facts.

Though the truth is well hidden, it is closer than anyone thinks. Someone wants revenge. Someone intent on destroying Daniel anyway she can. When Daniel and Elijah attend a fundraising gala for a victim support charity they are unaware they are about to face their most perilous situation yet. Vengeance is a deadly game and not everyone will survive.
Available in ebook and Paperback

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Daniel Blake, sitting on a shaded terrace in a pair of sun-bleached shorts, strummed a melody on his guitar. The afternoon sun blazed in a cloudless sky and, despite the protective canopy above him, the heat was intense. Beads of sweat ran down his neck, tracking over bronzed skin to the dark mass of chest hair. It glistened on his top lip as he gently chewed the bottom. With his eyes closed, he progressed through the strings. A moment later, he smiled, finally satisfied, and put down the guitar. He reached for the weathered notebook that had been his constant companion all summer and wrote in an eager, untidy hand.
Daniel had been working on the song for two days, both music and lyrics, and, at last, it was done. He had nothing left to add.
He lifted his gaze to the sky and inhaled full into his lungs. Across the terrace, the blue water of the Ionian Sea reflected the white light of the sun, its expanse an ever-changing collage of sapphire and diamond colors. Down the coast, the outline of Corfu Island was a hazy mirage in the heat. This perfect view had been his for six amazing weeks. The idyll would soon be over, but not yet.
Daniel lay back on the lounger and lengthened his arms above his head, stretching the stiffness in his neck. He’d been so absorbed in the song, ensuring every chord and every word were right, he’d ignored his own comfort and now his body ached. A few weeks earlier, he’d made the mistake of writing beside the pool, in the direct glare of the sun, and paid the price. Two painful days in bed with sunburn. Since then, he’d stuck to the shade while working on his music. He lost himself so much in the process it was easy to burn.
Daniel studied his body as he lay there. He’d never looked so good or been this tan before. There’d been no time to sunbathe in the past, he’d always thought it a waste of time. He had had too much to do, too much to achieve, to spend his days lying around a pool. But he’d realized this summer that a tan didn’t just suit him, it helped him feel better.
It wasn’t just the sun. Daily sessions in the pool and long walks on the beach kept him in shape. Coming off Lady Lynda, he’d had every intention of letting his fitness routine go a little, if only for the summer, but it hadn’t worked out that way. He was in better condition now than when he arrived, in mind as well as body.
His legs were strong, muscular and tan. He hardly recognized his own body. He inched down the top of his shorts to admire the contrast in color between the creamy skin below his waist and the coppery tones above. The villa was private and he could have bathed naked if he’d wanted to, except he wasn’t that kind of guy. Besides, tan lines were sexy. He’d always thought so. Who needed to risk a burnt butt and balls?
The one thing that marred the bronze color of his torso was the scars between his hip bones and rib cage, sustained the night Oliver Gill had stabbed him, and from the lifesaving surgery he’d gone through afterward. Before coming to Corfu, the pale scars had been almost unnoticeable on his white skin. His dark body hair just about concealed them. But as his tan deepened, the scars stayed white, becoming more pronounced, forcing him to look at them, to acknowledge them.
Daniel traced his fingers along the lines and indentations. Had he made peace with the disfigurement? No. But as the summer came to an end, he’d learned to accept them.
Daniel sighed and basked in the heat. Life was not so bad, considering what the last two years had thrown at him. Better than that, things were good. Not perfect, too many questions remained unanswered for that, but his optimism grew every day.
The glass doors of the terrace opened behind him and Elijah Mann stepped out, offering him a cold bottle of water.
“It’s hotter than hell out here,” Elijah remarked, shielding his eyes against the sun to gaze across the sea.
Daniel swung his legs over the side of the sunbed and sat up. He drank the chilled, sparkling water and looked with admiration at Elijah’s chunky thighs. While the sun had turned Daniel’s white-boy skin an appealing shade of bronze, Elijah, with his Greek heritage, had gone nut-brown. The beige shorts and blue open-neck shirt he wore today complemented his tan. God, he’s gorgeous. Daniel never had to remind himself what a lucky guy he was.
Elijah dropped onto the other sunbed, knees spread wide, and looked straight at him with soulful brown eyes. His thick blue-black hair fell in an untidy wave across his brow and a three-day beard darkened his jaw. With his natural Greek coloring, Daniel wondered if Elijah had ever looked more handsome. Even more important, he looked happier and healthier than he had in a long time. Less than a year ago he’d been in hospital, fighting for his life. Daniel wouldn’t ever forget how close he’d come to losing him. Those long, terrible hours beside his bed, praying he would recover. Hoping for the best, afraid of the worst.
“How’s it going?” Elijah asked, nodding at his guitar.
“I’m finished,” he answered, smiling.
Elijah’s eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Don’t keep me in suspense. Let me hear it.”
“What’s for lunch?” Daniel asked, feigning indifference.
Elijah leapt forward, grabbing Daniel’s bare waist, tickling the sensitive flesh around his middle. Daniel yelped and fell backward, giggling. Elijah followed through, lying on top of him, fingers still working his waist. Daniel laughed, squirming against his hard body.
“No lunch today,” Elijah said, his face on top of Daniel’s. “Not until you play me your song.”

Thom Collins is the author of Closer by Morning, Gods of Vengeance and Silent Voices with Pride Publishing. The Anthem Trilogy is out now from Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.
He is currently working on a new novel.
Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age, but since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

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