Wednesday, January 25, 2017

#MWTease #teaser this week from #MMromance 'Falling Star Valentine'

Falling Star Valentine, releasing February from Evernight Publishing

Fashion photographer Dale Walker takes a train to his hometown, relocating there after nursing a broken heart for six months in another city. His train makes an unscheduled stop to take on a mysterious passenger.
For a long time, Valentine Steel has hoped to meet a man who will love him. When he sees Dale on the train, he’s overjoyed to find a vacant seat beside Dale.
Dale’s immediate attraction to Valentine has him on edge. He doesn’t want another broken heart, and yet Valentine is so magnetic Dale’s frozen heart begins to thaw.

Valentine sets out to charm and capture Dale in his sparkling aura. He can’t let the chance to have Dale’s love slip away. This could be his last chance to stay on Earth the planet he loves.

Read the Teaser

Valentine beamed at Dale. He shone his light on the delightful man before him. He wanted to enchant and spin a web of comfort around Dale. “Thank you.” Valentine allowed himself to imagine placing a strawberry between Dale’s lips and following the action with a gentle kiss. His eyes closed for a second as he brought to mind the special feel of skin on skin, his nose against a man’s cheek as their lips merged softly, and then he opened his eyes to gaze at Dale. I made the right choice for this visit. Already, this feels right. Valentine took a deep breath. The next twenty-four hours stretched ahead full of possibilities. 

Copyright E.D.Parr Evernight Publishing 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Finally after two years away Angel is forced to go home #MWTease #teaser #MMromance WIP

#MWtease from MM romance WIP
Given Time
Angel gazed across the leaf-strewn road. The wide gates were closed. Bunches of flowers and wreaths lay on the sidewalk. People had already begun to pay their respects and display their sadness. As Angel slumped in his car seat reliving memories he’d hoped never to, a few people wandered along and left flowers outside the gate. I had no idea Rory was so loved. The late afternoon sky grew dark gray. The occasional splatter of rain, carried on the wind, hit the windscreen. 

Angel was about to exit his car and brave entering the house, when a man walked up to the gate carrying flowers. Tall and dressed in a black suit, boots, and an obviously expensive knee length black overcoat, he was both strikingly fashionable and suitably somber. He laid the flowers with the other tributes to Rory Starc.

Angel flicked his gaze up and down the figure. From the well-cut, thick dark hair to the tips of his toes, the man radiated elegance. He turned and even from across the street, Angel could see how handsome he was. Who is he? Intrigued, Angel watched the man walk away along to the end of the road where he turned the corner and Angel lost sight of him with a sigh. It wasn’t every day that Angel saw a man he’d like to meet romantically and it was a sad thing that it was on the day of his brother’s death.

Finally, when no one was in sight, Angel exited his car and strode across the street. He punched in the last PIN he knew for entry through the gates. A flicker of surprise made him raise his eyebrows as the gates swung open. He’d expected Rory to have changed the code. Angel walked in and closed the gates behind him. He’d use another entrance for the car. He didn’t want to crush the flowers and wreaths. 

Angel walked around the house to the side entrance. His heart pounded inexplicably as he unlocked the door and went into the short corridor. Rory’s muddy boots were still strewn on the floor and Angel bent to straighten them, placing them upright alongside the tall, whitewashed vase that served as an umbrella stand. He passed the coat hooks where an old sheepskin jacket hung. It reminded him of walks with Rory along the riverbank.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2017

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

From The Night Gardener, an E.D. Parr #WIP Dane meets spooky Zachary #MMromance #teaser

From The Night Gardener, an E.D. Parr WIP Dane meets spooky Zachary

“It’s way too dark to garden. You’re wet through.” Dane’s gaze ranged over the sodden sweater Zachary wore, and along the rain-darkened jeans covering Zachary’s muscled thighs.
The guy has to be cold. “Can I offer you a cup of coffee?”

Zachary grinned happily. “A cup of coffee, yeah, that will be great, thanks.”

Dane led the way back into the kitchen. “Sit by one of the radiators and try to dry out a little.” He put water to boil and heaped instant into mugs. “I can lend you a dry sweater…”

Zachary leaned close to the radiator. “It’s okay I’ll drape my sweater on here. It’ll be dry in no time.” He pulled the soggy item over his head and arranged it on the hot metal flutes.

Dane experienced a shock of attraction as he took in the smooth, muscled chest on display when Zachary turned to him.
“Look it’s already steaming.”

Dane tore his gaze from Zachary’s body and glanced at the sweater. The kettle boiled and he whipped around to make the coffee, thankful for the diversion.
“Do you take sugar or cream?”

Zachary’s voice came from immediately behind him. “Black, thank you, no sugar.”

Dane closed his eyes to dissipate the surprise Zachary’s silent approach gave him. He edged around to face Zachary who stood so close, Dane’s composure flew clean away as his whole body reacted to the proximity of this complete hunk.

Holy hell, he is completely gorgeous. Dane stepped sideways and picked up a mug. He handed it to Zachary. “Coffee, er, sorry, its instant. I’ve given myself a vacation from grounds and filters.” He smiled apologetically.
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Friday, January 6, 2017

Take a sun drenched trip with #FlashbackFriday #MMromance #LGBT

Flash Back Friday teaser

Connor glanced at the two men who appeared to be waiting for something. He walked toward an arch in the back wall of the hut. It led to a shower and a toilet. His shoulders sagged. He was going to be kept there. That much was obvious, but why, wasn’t. He’d seen nothing on the outrigger—no incriminating evidence. The truth was the only person whose face stuck in his mind was Jay’s. No one else’s appearance, not even the guys at the door of the hut registered in his confusion, fear, and anger.

A cell phone rang. Connor spun around. 

One of the guys answered.
“We have. I will.” That was it.

The man slid the cell phone into the pocket of his khaki shorts and approached Connor. He marched Connor across to the bed where he pressed him into a sitting position. Connor jerked back up.

A meaty fist to the shoulder smashed him back down.

The second man clipped a heavy shackle onto one of Connor’s ankles, rattled the attached chain, checking the bolt that secured it to the floor, and stood back.

Dazed, Connor looked down at his feet. The ankle with the locked metal cuff hurt. The soles of his feet were sweating onto the layer of sand that had found its way onto the insoles of his Birkenstocks. The handcuffs rubbed on his wrists. Thirst gripped him. Connor was miserable. He sat on the bed and bowed his head.

The two men left the hut.

Connor stood and tested how far the chain would let him walk. He could get to the table and remarkably into the shower. The chain grated along the tiled floor. Connor levered off his shoes and cooled his feet on the colored tiles. He sat on the bed again and rested his hands on his knees. He might be able to reach the shower, but he couldn’t do much in there handcuffed.
Confusion fought with fear in his mind and then a huge drench of sorrow overtook both.
What the fuck is going on? I wish Brad hadn’t left me. I wouldn’t be here if

The door opened.

Connor looked up. Jay stood there carrying a tray. He stepped in and kicked the door closed behind him. He strode to the table and put down the tray.
Connor watched stunned as Jay approached with a smile.

“I’m sorry, Connor. You see, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s necessary for you to be our guest for a short time.” He stood before Connor in a pair of faded jeans, bare foot, and bare chested, his muscular torso on display.
Connor sighed inwardly. Despite his situation, he couldn’t help gazing at the delicious man.

Jay bent and unlocked the handcuffs. He slipped them into his back pocket.
“That’s not good, Connor. Have you been trying to get them off?” He took Connor’s wrists in his hands one by one, and caressed the livid bracelets left on Connor’s skin.

The effect on Connor was immediate and unwelcome. His stomach clenched as he enjoyed the stroking along the inside of his wrists. In the back of his mind, he railed against himself. Don’t enjoy his touch you fool. It brought back his voice.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink

Review Three Books over the Rainbow
Heart in Chains is short but sharp, it’s snappy with its angst, it’s a hot steamy read but most of all, it’s clever, very, very clever, the author nailed it!
I found a little gem that sparkles as brightly as any full length novel and I really liked it, the author, Elodie Parkes, did an amazing job.
It’s not often I rate a short story over 4*, but that inventive ending earned a 4.5* from me.  This is a first time read of a Elodie Parkes book for me, it certainly won’t be my last.  Her descriptive detailing was wonderful (I could smell the sea as I read), her sensuous love scenes were perfect for this book and I loved how she weaved the beginning and the ending together.  Highly recommended.

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Thursday, January 5, 2017

Out Now! from @cw1985 #mm #kink #bdsm Doctors Orders

Kinky M/M Erotic Romance Novella by Lucy Felthouse, Doctor’s Orders, Out Now! (@cw1985) #mm #kink #bdsm

Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake when you’re dating a dominant doctor?
Note: Doctor’s Orders has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.

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Aaron hummed contentedly as he walked along the white-painted corridor towards the locker room. He was happy in his job as a hospital porter. He might not be saving lives, like his doctor boyfriend, Blake, but he liked to think he was improving them. He made the effort with the patients he transported around—or the ones that were well enough to hold a conversation with him, anyway. He chatted to them, showed an interest, tried to make them laugh, always remained positive, even when things were bleak. That was his way of spreading a little cheer, or helping someone forget their worries, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was a small contribution, but a contribution nonetheless, and it made him feel good.
The corridor stretched on, and Aaron thought for the umpteenth time that it could do with some artwork on the walls—something other than doors to break up the interminable expanse of white paint and grey dado rail. But patients never came to this area of the building—unless they were lost—so there was no need to spend any more money on it than was absolutely necessary. Aaron understood that, but boy did it make for a dull walk to the locker room.
As he continued his journey, he saw that a supply cupboard door on the left hand side of the corridor was ajar. It was nothing unusual—people often propped doors open with their feet if they were just leaning in to grab something, or used something as a door stop if they needed both hands to carry what they’d come to collect and therefore couldn’t open the door again to let themselves out.
Reaching the door, he’d just opened his mouth to call out and ask whoever it was if they needed help, when the gap grew wider. A white-clad arm appeared and the accompanying hand grabbed the front of his T-shirt, pulling him roughly into the cupboard.
Aaron didn’t even get chance to finish his exclamation, as he’d been slammed against the now-closed cupboard door, and hard, demanding lips were pressed to his. Lips, he realised, as his brain caught up with the turn of events, that belonged to Doctor Blake Colville. Lips that were allowed to kiss his, thank God!
The fresh, spicy scent of Blake’s cologne invaded Aaron’s nostrils, and he relaxed into the kiss, returned it with enthusiasm. Blake’s tongue sought entrance to Aaron’s mouth, and he gave it willingly, moaning as their tongues slipped and tangled together sensuously, and Blake’s firm, lithe body pinned his slightly-more-muscular one against the cool wood of the door. He stifled any further moans that wanted to sneak out, remembering that, hot as the situation was, it was also pretty precarious, and both of them could get into serious trouble if they were caught. Patients may not frequent this area of the building, but the staff sure did.
Reaching out, he gripped the lapels of Blake’s white coat and pulled, so their bodies were crushed together and their kiss grew bruisingly brutal—in a good way.
The move had clearly fanned the flames of Blake’s lust, because he began grinding his crotch against Aaron’s, teasing their already erect cocks and pushing them both rapidly towards the point of no return.
But could there be a point of no return, given where they were? How on earth would they get away with making love—or, in this case, should it be fucking?–in a supply cupboard in the hospital? Granted, it was one of the quieter areas of the building, but bloody hell…

Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

A #teaserTuesday for #MMromance #SciFi lovers

People stood and gaped out of the windows. Dale peered out at the white expanse sparkling in the morning sun, unaware until then that the train had even traveled into snow-covered country. The hum of concerned questions filled the carriage as people looked around and talked in hushed voices. There’d been no collision, no terrible sound of an accident and Dale, in the fog of his misery, waited quietly for some indication of what was going on.

An announcement floated from the practically invisible speaker at the front of the carriage. A pretty sound chimed and a soothing voice stated the obvious before giving information.

“Translines Rail has made an unscheduled stop. We apologize for the inconvenience. There is no need for alarm. We will shortly be mobile again when a passenger has boarded. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your journey.”

Dale bent to pick up the magazine that had fallen to the floor of the carriage. He hadn’t even placed a fingertip on the glossy cover when a hand extending from the cuff of a black jacket sleeve took hold of the magazine, and lifted it.

Dale swiftly looked sideways to see who the hand belonged to, and came face to face with a gorgeous man. Something about the man made Dale’s heart lurch, which scared him, and because of the scare his heartbeat increased. He closed his eyes for a few seconds trying to calm this sudden flare of nerves. He gave up on retrieving his reading material and sat up in the plush, velveteen train-seat waiting for what would happen next.

“Your journal. Is the seat free?” The man’s gentle voice soothed Dale only a little as he held Dale’s magazine out, and gave an indicative nod toward the vacant seat beside Dale.

“Thank you, and yes the seat is free.” Captured by his outright beauty, Dale tried not to stare at the man. He dropped his gaze to the colorful shot on the cover, and accepted the magazine, holding it on his lap.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2017 February 2107 release Falling Star Valentine from Evernight Publishing and author E.D.Parr

Sunday, January 1, 2017

From #WIP #MMromance Falling Star Valentine #SexySnippets

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From WIP MMromance, Falling Star Valentine

Settled in a seat opposite Valentine, Dale’s thoughts jumbled—hell, he’s so hot. Dale picked up the menu from its place on the crisp white tablecloth, next to napkin wrapped cutlery, and overturned drinking glasses that waited for use.
He stared at the list of refreshments. His stomach churned. Like Valentine, he hadn’t eaten breakfast either, but it wasn’t hunger that made his stomach clench. He sighed inwardly knowing his level of disquiet owed everything to how startling attractive Valentine Steel was. Six months of hankering after Jack flew away as Dale raised his head and caught Valentine gazing at him with pure desire shining in his sky-blue eyes.

©ElodieParkes 2017 (From author E.D.Parr and Evernight Publishing Feb. 2017)