Friday, June 30, 2017

Who’s under the black velvet mask? #MMromance #erotica a whole chapter for #FlashbackFriday @EncompassInk

#FlashbackFriday with  Love Unmasked


Handsome Tom Wells sets lonely Scott Palmer’s heart racing as he watches Tom come and go from his apartment across the street. Scott longs to meet Tom, and when he scores a new job delivering goods for a local distributor, fate hands him the opportunity.
Tom works in a nightclub—the Candy Apple, and in the sultry environs, a masked stranger seduces Tom. The seeds of passion are sown, but just who has ignited Tom’s passion?
Scott’s longing to know Tom leads him to join the elite nightclub. On his first visit, the club holds a masquerade event.
Who is kissing who? Who’s under the black velvet mask?
An erotic MM romance, with a twist and HEA. 
Flashback Teaser 18+ And this week you get a whole chapter to make your mouth water

Chapter Three


Tom skipped his Friday off. The weather was awful. He wasn’t a bad weather sailor, in fact just recently Tom had stopped being as interested in sailing as he used to be and considered rowing instead. A team was short of a man in the rowing club along the river from the sailing club. One of the hot guys in the team had gone interstate. Once he’d dated a guy from the team and they still exchanged greetings.

Tom’s night work meant he would sometimes see the team practice on the river in the morning. Tom ran three times a week along the riverbank pathway. He couldn’t fit in more running, but he worked out at home before he showered and went to work each day. He liked to keep his body hard and strong. That was the kind of guy he went for, too. Hard, all man, strong, sexy, and not afraid to engage in hot sex. Tom figured there was no point in holding back. He could do tender and liked kisses a lot, but if you wanted a guy, then let him know it was Tom’s motto.

Sometimes, after hanging out with heterosexual friends, Tom was thankful he was gay. The games he saw the hetero couples in his friendship circle play were nerve wracking. They seemed unable to be real. Tom didn’t get it. Fortunately, because of his work, he didn’t have to see it very often. Mostly Tom didn’t give being gay much thought. He wanted to find a long-term partner, but he wanted it to be the right guy. Tom wanted to fall in love. He smiled when he thought about that. It seemed like a dream, something that would probably never happen, but if it did, he wanted it to be like a freight train hitting him.

This weekend at the Candy Apple promised to be busy with a special event planned for the floor he worked on. Candy Apple’s dungeon was a different place completely and Tom never worked the tiny bar down there. He managed the staff roster and the supplies just as he did for the main bar he worked in, but the BDSM dungeon was never involved in special events.

Two weekends running, to celebrate dates only she knew were important, Charlie the owner of the Candy Apple, held masquerade parties. All the staff wore masks. Tom didn’t mind doing it because they were also given the chance to mingle in the party for an hour each along with their usual breaks, and it was fun. He needed to organize the timetable for that. Tom once asked Paula, Charlie’s assistant, what the importance of the dates was. Paula told him one was Charlie’s birthday, the other she didn’t know for sure, but speculated it was the date Charlie got her divorce. Since Charlie maintained a secretive air about the rationale behind the annual parties, Tom didn’t press her for information.

He used the little office nook in the liquor and soft drinks storeroom to do the duty rosters and break timetables. Since he wasn’t supposed to be at work that Friday night, he intended doing the necessary administration and then going home to watch a movie. The next night was the first masquerade party, and he’d already taken his allocated mask from Paula as she did the rounds with a crate of them. He emailed the timetable for the breaks to the staff on duty the next night, and packed up to go home.

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Tom arrived at work on Saturday night half an hour before the club opened. He was on the early shift and glad of it so that he could put the mask on in the comfort of the stockroom office nook, instead of having to wear it through the door. Staff arriving during club hours used the front door the same as patrons. Charlie said it helped with security.

He enjoyed setting up the bar and then watching the club members arrive. Tom knew quite a lot of them by name. The elite sex club attracted people of many persuasions. It catered for the most vanilla preferences to hard-core BDSM lifestyle people who frequented the dungeon. Tom didn’t know many of the Candy Apple dungeon members but the ones who used his floor as well, he could greet by first name. It was surprising and interesting what people told the bartender. The cliché was true.

Before he opened the bar that night, Tom checked out the trays of champagne that servers would greet the partygoers with as they arrived. Then he put on his mask. He looked into the mirrored backsplash of the bar and grinned at his reflection. Tom tweaked the golden horns on the satyr mask in fun. His face was half covered leaving his mouth free, and dark blue lines on the mask framed his eyes. It had the same effect as kohl, making them more blue and sultry. Tom greeted the other two servers and they laughed about each other’s masks.

The club opened and filled to bursting within half an hour. Tom served and danced along behind the bar to the music. He chatted with customers and other servers. The bass thumped, people swayed and spun on the dance floor. Lights glinted on the sequined and glitter sprinkled masks. A man beckoned to him from the end of the bar and Tom went to get the order. The guy wore a half mask. The black velvet covered his cheekbones and his dark hair curled over the forehead giving him a rakish look.

“Vodka and you.” The man leaned forward to speak so that Tom could hear above the music.

A spike of excitement mingled with surprise. This was a new pick up line and from a guy too. Tom took in the width of the man’s shoulders and his muscled chest beneath the white dress shirt. A black tie hung unfastened around the unbuttoned collar of the shirt and the man held his jacket in one hand.

“Ice?” Tom asked and flashed his eyes at the customer. That look was one he used on guys at the gay bar he went to sporadically.

“Mmm—if I can take it from your lips.”

Heat traveled up from Tom’s balls to his stomach. His cock stirred and lifted. This was a definite proposition and against all his usual rules, desire to risk saying yes filled him.

“Coming up.” He turned to get the drink. His heartbeat quickened as he picked up an ice cube and fit it between his lips. It wasn’t straight from the freezer so it didn’t stick, but the cold sent a shiver over him as he brought the vodka to the customer.

He leaned over the bar counter. Tom expected the guy to take the ice with his fingertips and that would have been sexy enough, but he met Tom halfway across the bar in an open-mouthed kiss to suck the ice cube from Tom’s lips.

A sweep of heated desire flew through Tom’s body and his cock hardened. His eyes closed instinctively and a low sound escaped him as his nose touched the man’s cheek just below the velvet mask. A light woody-citrus scent from the man’s after shave filled his head, and the man’s lips touched his sexily. Their masks rubbed together. A shiver went down Tom’s back. His ass clenched. He wanted this guy’s cock in his hands. If the guy asks to meet me, I’ll break my rules and agree. He drew away.

The guy gazed into Tom’s eyes as he crunched the ice.

Mesmerized by the scorching look, Tom waited, unable to tear himself away.

The man smiled. “Imagine how it would feel if I sucked you off right now, with my icy tongue and mouth.”

A gasp flew from Tom’s lips. His cock strained against the black suit pants he wore for work. He took a deep breath. If this guy is teasing me, I’ll be so pissed off.

“I’d like to find out, unless that’s just a tease. I have a break scheduled.” His voice throaty he gazed back at the man.

“It’s not a tease.”

Tom practically ran to one of the bar staff to tell her he was taking his break. As he lifted the hinged counter opening to walk out, the server who provided his relief arrived dressed in a feathered and jeweled mask. They smiled at each other, and then Tom sped to the end of the bar where the man waited.

“Follow me.” Tom led the way up the corridor for the storeroom and pushed open the door, holding it for the guy to walk in.

The man passed him closely.

Their bodies brushed enticingly together.

Tom stared into the man’s darkened eyes as their faces became level and then the guy grabbed him.
He pushed Tom against the wall behind the closed door and frantically opened Tom’s pants. In seconds he had them down around Tom’s muscled thighs, and his hands pushed into Tom’s black boxers, to grasp Tom’s cock.

The sudden passion buckled Tom’s knees. His cock pulsed. His hips jerked forward in a thrust. He murmured, “Fucking hell.”

The guy dropped to his knees. He pulled Tom’s black CKs way down kissing Tom’s cock and balls at the same time.

Tom groaned his desire. His cock ached so badly he thrust his hips needing to come.

The man in the velvet mask ran his fingertips up and down Tom’s thighs, around and to the crack of his ass. He took Tom’s cock into his mouth in a slow, wet suck that had Tom, moaning and fighting to avoid sliding down the wall his legs were so weak. The guy held Tom’s ass, his fingers digging into Tom’s crack sending shudders of pleasure up into Tom’s balls, and he sucked Tom’s cock hard, and fast. The sensation in and out of the cool mouth, the friction, and suction sent Tom crazy. He grabbed the guy’s head and thrust as his orgasm ripped through his entire lower body. He groaned loud and long.

The man feathered soft touches over Tom’s hips and stomach. He traced a path around Tom’s balls and swirled his tongue around the head of Tom’s throbbing cock before he gently slipped it from his lips.

Tom gasped for breath. The waves of orgasm still sent little shocks through his cock. He held the man’s hands to help him stand.

Face to face with Tom, he whispered. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I knew you liked guys the moment I set eyes on you. I’ve been waiting to get you alone for a long time. Kiss me.”

Tom’s stomach muscled tightened. He pushed his arms around the guy’s neck and kissed him. The kiss was so delicious, so soft, then hard and teasing, that he couldn’t stop. He kissed the man over and over until he fought for breath.

The man drew away. “I have to go.”

Tom experienced a drench of disappointment. “At least tell me your name. Will I ever see you again?”

The man smiled. “No. I don’t do relationships, but it was exciting to be with you. You’ll fill my fantasies and dreams tonight as I take out my cock and pump until the cum shoots high.”

Tom had no reply. He dragged up his underwear and pants. He sighed as he opened the door. “I enjoyed being with you.” He led the way back into the main room of the club. He expected the man to follow him to the bar, where the vodka order had been left on the counter, but when he reached the pool of light thrown by the sparkling white downlights and turned, the man was gone. Tom raked the crowd with a puzzled gaze. If it hadn’t been for the mellow feeling of having just had a great orgasm, the man and the encounter could have been a dream.

Tom continued working, but suddenly the fun drained from the masquerade party. He served and smiled, but all the time he hoped to see the man in the black velvet mask appear at the end of the bar.

That night as he arrived home, Tom dropped his keys on the sidewalk and bent to retrieve them. As he stood he caught sight of lights on in the opposite apartment block. The third floor was lit up sending beams of yellow into the dark night. A man stood at the huge balcony window. As Tom stared up and clutched his keys, the man abruptly stepped away.

There he is again. He must think I don’t know he stares out of the window at me—maybe at others, too, but definitely at me, the weirdo.

Tom opened the front door and then ran up the stairs to his apartment. He unlocked his door and let it close behind him with a click. The memory of the masked man flooded his mind as he took off his jacket and stalked across the lounge to his bedroom.

©Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass ink 

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Warm nights and scorching sex has someone’s heart in chains. #MMromance suspense #gayromance @EncompassInk #MidweekTease

#MWTease the #midweektease is from Heart in Chains 
M/M romance 




Heart in Chains

When Connor Douglas takes a tropical island holiday, he hopes to leave heartbreak behind. Little does he know the extent of the danger and sexual temptation that awaits him.

Long after Jay Levesque has closed down his operations on the very same tropical island, the memory of Connor haunts him.
Warm nights and scorching sex has someone’s heart in chains.

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Acutely aware of Jay’s thigh dangerously close to his own, Connor was having trouble believing he wouldn’t be hurt, and to his horror, squashing down a ridiculous attraction to Jay.

“Who were they—the people on the boat, and did … did your men kill them?” His voice fell to a whisper.

“No, of course not. The gunfire, it was for intimidation only … to round up the people into a group … to show them we meant business. The people are obscenely rich and will bring a good price. As soon as we have the money, we will free them, and you, too, Connor.” His voice softened as he said Connor’s name and he patted Connor on the leg.

Connor nearly leapt from the bed and ran across the room, chain and all. The way Jay said his name as if it was a caress, was bad enough, but the hand on his leg sent shivers flying up his thigh to his stomach. His cock started to harden and he covered it by holding the water bottle to his lap.

“You’re pirates? I was told this area was safe from pirates. I don’t know why you couldn’t have left me alone.” Connor tried an appeal. “Why not let me go now? I’m no use to you.”

Jay gave a short laugh. “You must know I can’t let you go until I free everyone. This is a secret location. Settle down, Connor. I’ll bring the air-con remote and something for you to read. The place is clean. The bedding is clean. Maybe you should sleep for a while.” He stood and looked down into Connor’s upturned face.

Confusion filled Connor. Jay’s expression held something close to kindness and some deeper emotion Connor couldn’t name. A frown furrowed Connor’s forehead. He was sure that attraction filled Jay’s eyes. He’d seen it in a guy’s eyes enough times to recognize it. Connor couldn’t say anything. He gazed back at Jay until the man turned and went away.

When Jay had left, Connor stood and followed to the door. The chain clanked along behind him and tugged on his anklebone, but he got there. Unexpectedly, fury rose up in his chest. He tried the door handle and to his amazement, it opened. He had to step back a little as it swung inwards, but then he could stand in the doorway. He gazed around. The hut was on a path that had another hut opposite and palm trees. Palms of all sizes lined the path. A man with a semi-automatic rifle laid across his lap sat outside the other hut on a wicker chair. He casually glanced up at Connor and then went back to reading his magazine. Connor sighed heavily. He trailed back inside and closed the door so that his hut filled with cool air again from the unit over the lintel. As he walked to the bed, fatigue overcame him. Why am I so tired? This is incredible, and the worst is, no one will be wondering where I am. No one will know I’ve been taken captive.

Connor hadn’t told his small group of friends about his vacation destination, or for how long he’d be gone. His parents just accepted that he would send a card when he’d called them at their home in Florida a week ago. He’d left everything wide open on purpose, because deep down he wanted Brad to think he’d found someone new and was away with a lover having a great time.

He sat on the bed, swung his legs up as he held the chain away, and arranged it so that it didn’t drag on his ankle. He lay down pulling the pillow under his head. Connor closed his eyes. He thought over what had happened and recalled the expression in Jay’s eyes. What a fucking shame we met like this. There’s a possibility he’s gay—well I think he is. There’s a look that only gay guys give each other. What am I going to do? As soon as I feel better, I’ll look around for a way to escape.

Connor’s thoughts drifted and he fell asleep.

©Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink 

Connor and Jay my heroes just gelled in my mind immediately as I considered the kind of adventure Connor might have on vacation in an exotic place such as Indonesia. Jay is a mysterious character, tough, driven, but on the verge of changing his dangerous life when he meets Connor. Connor is still getting over a relationship break up, but it’s been long enough and he’s tired of being single. His former boyfriend’s betrayal stays with him, but as soon as he sees Jay, attraction is seeded in his heart.
These two characters are dear to me. Tenderness lies beneath Jay’s composed and tough exterior and courage lies beneath Connor’s sexual vulnerability. I think both will surprise you as you read their story.

#MM #eroticromance #suspense available on Kindle Unlimited from Encompass Ink. Who is Jay Levesque? 

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Sunday, June 25, 2017

Time for #SexySnippets meme with 'Given Time' hot new #MMromance release #NSFW #gayromance

#SexySnippets comes to you each Sunday 
7 sexy sentences from a WIP or work in progress

This week from  new release erotic gay romance

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Angel rammed his body on Matt’s and they crashed together, murmuring hoarse sounds. Matt’s cock rubbed on Angel’s and he rocked his hips so that the hard columns slid along each other. His chest felt tight as his lower body clenched with the need to come.
“I might fucking fall down if I don’t come soon.” He whispered into Matt’s ear and sucked on the lobe. A soft herby scent filled his head as a fine film of sweat drifted from Matt’s glossy hair. 
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 

Given Time, hot new release #MMromance #gay erotic romance 

Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul. 
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties. 
A delicious, sexy, gay love story with HEA


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Friday, June 23, 2017

Release day #MMromance 'Given Time' @evernightpub and E.D.Parr #gayromance #GLBT Love is Love

From Evernight Publishing and E.D.Parr, a gay romance, a love story with a difference ... 

Given Time
Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul. 
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties. 

(Contains anal M/M sex, frottage, gay partner oral sex, masturbation)




Be teased
He kissed Matt, gently, soaking up the feel of Matt’s skin against his nose. He thrust his hips so that his lower body crushed on Matt’s and the unmistakable shape of Matt’s cock, hard and bulging in his pants met Angel’s cock. A low groan escaped Angel and he deepened the kiss, clinging to Matt, as his legs weakened and his heart pounded.

Matt pushed his arms around Angel’s neck, and Angel’s hands fell away from the grip on his shoulders. Matt’s murmur penetrated Angel’s haze of pleasure. “I can’t even think straight, but I know I want you naked in my arms.” He rained kisses on Angel’s mouth.

Angel pushed his hands between their bodies. He traced Matt’s erection with his fingertips and then cupped it in his palm, pressing against the fabric of Matt’s pants.


Matt’s groan on Angel’s lips sent a shock of desire through his balls.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 
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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Happiness blanketed him. Matt’s light herbal cologne filled his head. #MWTease #midweekteaser #MMromance

This week's #MWtease is from Friday June 23 MM romance release
Given Time 
Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.

A delicious love story with HEA

Read the Midweek Tease

Angel shook his head. “ I don’t have your phone number.”

Matt took out his cell phone. “I don’t have yours.” His eyes twinkled.

Angel gave him the number and smiled as his phone beeped in his hand when Matt messaged him. “Can I call you, when I’ve dealt with a few things? We could have dinner. I feel as if I’ve dragged you around all the sad corners this morning. I want to be with you tonight as if … as if…”

Matt’s expression held tenderness. “As if we’re lovers … and we are, even if it’s new.”

Relief flooded Angel. He immediately knew that’s what he wanted badly. “Yes.” His voice came out a whisper. He pushed his arms around Matt’s neck and rested his forehead on Matt’s. Happiness blanketed him. Matt’s light herbal cologne filled his head. Matt’s lips a fraction away from his were a sweet temptation. The way they fit against each other felt so right. Calm crept over Angel. He kissed Matt gently, pushing down the urge to ravage him with kisses that would lead to sex. His cock jerked all the same and he thrust his hips against Matt’s hard body. The column of his cock met the bulge in Matt’s pants and he smiled. “Hell, Matt, I can’t help wanting to fuck you hard.”
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 
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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

What happens when Cameron finds out the guy he’s super attracted to is an immortal wolf shifter? #MMromance #PNR from @JaceyHolbrand @evernightpub


Hey folks! Today I'm happy to announce that I finally have another story out! It's called Possessed by Him and is the first book in a new series: Helldorado Mongrels MC. But first a little about me...


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This story is the first book in my series called Helldorado Mongrels MC. The series follows different immortal shifter families, a couple of humans, and the quest for stolen gold. It takes place in southern Nevada. I’ve been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon.

In book one, Possessed by Him, two human brothers are returning to the canyon where, as teenagers, they had a frightening experience in a gold mine when confronted with wolves. Cameron, one of the heroes of this story, also can’t stop thinking of a man who’s been invading his dreams for years since the incident and is surprised when he comes face to face with him in the flesh.

Cameron and dream man, Gabe, are hitting it off and the trip is going pretty well until Cameron is kidnapped by a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC.

Want to know what happens when Cameron finds out the guy he’s super attracted to is an immortal wolf shifter and if he escapes the Mongrels? Well, you’ll just have to read the book now, won’t you? *wink*



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Forced to return to a place of childhood trauma, Cameron Russell fears he’ll have to confront the specter of the past once again. Instead, he comes face to face with the man of his dreams. Literally.

Unbeknownst to Cameron, Gabriel Dyson would do anything to help his human mate realize his destiny, including playing savior and invading Cameron’s dreams. When they finally meet face to face, all seems to go well. Then a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC kidnaps Cameron, putting Cameron in mortal danger again.

While restrained, Cameron is told a fantastical story of werewolves, which has to be myth…right? Yet memories flare to life—visions of bites and kisses—making him question everything about Gabe.

Can Cameron and Gabe’s cosmic connection, their choices, and their love surpass the secrets Gabe has and the Mongrels’ evil plans?

Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, outdoor sex, language, violence


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He ran his hands up Cameron’s smooth chest, tracing the dips and curves of his muscles. When Gabe latched onto one of Cameron’s hard nubs, Cameron sucked in a stream of air. Putting his lips on Cameron’s body was like heaven and hell. Heaven because it’d been ages since he tasted and touched his other half in the flesh. Hell because all he wanted to do was bite him and make him his for as long as their lives would last.

More heat raced through Gabe’s veins and down into his cock, making it rock hard. He gazed straight into Cameron’s blue-gray eyes. “God, I want you, Cameron. I want you to take me in that beautiful mouth of yours.”

“With pleasure.”

Cameron dropped to his knees in front of him, reached out and yanked his jeans down and off his body.

“Spread your legs, Gabe.”

He did as Cameron requested. His cock protruded from his body, bobbing to and fro as he settled into a shoulder-width stance. Staring down upon him as Cameron positioned himself between his thighs and stroked, licked, and kissed his cock and balls, Gabe tilted his head back, loving the way Cameron took command of his body, his senses. The deep blue sky fell from sight as did the rest of the mountain’s view. Gabe closed his eyes to savor the exquisite feel of Cameron’s moist, warm mouth on his shaft.

“You’re incredible.” He stroked Cameron’s head.

Cameron licked his way off his cock, grasped it in a semi-closed fist and pumped his hand as he stared at him. “So are you. This cock?” He lapped the bead of pre-cum that’d beaded on the tip. “Amazing.” He dipped down once more to Gabe’s crotch, taking his whole cock into his mouth.

Lusty pleasure flooded Gabe, making him ravenous for the man who moved to suck his balls. “Cameron, I want to taste you.” He tugged at him to have him stand, but Cameron wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Cameron drew his tongue along Gabe’s cock.

Gabe sucked in a thin stream of air. He couldn’t believe how wonderful the blow job felt, the wet mouth against his silky shaft. It’d been ages since he last had his mate in the flesh and experienced such intimacy with him. Though fucking Cameron’s mouth wasn’t like being balls deep in his ass. He wanted to howl at the sky with happiness.

Yet, the truth about his shifting capability and immortality hung heavy over his head. He pondered if what they were doing constituted their relationship solidifying. Probably not. Which meant it still wasn’t time to tell Cameron everything. But then, if he waited too long, Cameron might not like that either. Cameron could accuse him of being secretive. He released a big sigh.

Cameron slurped off his length. “You okay, Gabe?”

“Yeah.” He paused and glanced down at the man kneeling before him. Perhaps it would be best to just lay everything out at the start and see what happens. “Actually, there is something important I need to explain to you before our relationship develops further.”

Cameron stood and brushed the dirt off his knees. “All right. Should I be concerned?”

“No. I don’t believe so. Just some family history and—”

Rocks tumbling along the ground and off the cliff several feet away snatched Gabe’s focus. He sniffed the air. No scents that he could determine. That didn’t mean anything though since anti-scent repellants were in use by the Helldorado Mongrels.

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Jacey

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Snippet Sunday #MMromance new release Thief of Hearts

Snippet Sunday from luscious MM romance 

Alex walked past him as Blake opened the door wider.
Blake savored his broad shoulders and the way his hard ass was obvious under the vent at the back of his jacket. A delicate scent of designer cologne added to the sexy entrance Alex made. Blake closed the door.

Alex stood in the hall and waited for Blake. His eyes filled with affection as he gazed at Blake.

Blake soaked up the sight. He went to Alex and pushed his arms around Alex’s neck. He rested his forehead on Alex’s. “We fit together well this afternoon. Hell, you smell good.”

Alex gripped Blake’s hips and dragged him against his body. “You feel good. Kiss me.”

Blake couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. He kissed Alex softly trying not to smile. 

Alex laughed. “You’re happy to see me.”

Blake rained kisses on Alex’s lips. “Yes.” He whispered between them.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

Thief of Hearts
Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.
Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick. 

On launch special at Evernight  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/thief-of-hearts-by-e-d-parr/
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https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071K9BDC4
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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Yay, release day for @evernightpub E.D.Parr's #MMromance Thief of Hearts #erotic #fun a gay love story



Thief of Hearts
Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.
Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick.

M/M erotic romance—contains gay male anal sex, oral sex, partner masturbation in the love scenes

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He checked his coffee. Cool enough to drink. Kathy made the hottest coffee ever. It escaped Blake how she did it. He picked up his favorite stoneware mug and wandered to stare out at the day through the enormous plate glass windows of his eighth-floor office.
He cradled the mug in both hands. A weak sun filtered through dove-gray clouds. Blake longed for summer. Spring was cool and rainy this year. It echoed his forlorn mood most of the time. Summer meant he walked to work and sauntered home in the light evening, stopping to eat at one of the cafés, bistros, or restaurants along the way. Summer meant he might meet a guy in one of those places, if he was lucky. Blake sighed and drank some coffee. It was about time he met a guy and yet he lacked the confidence that anyone would ever want him again. I don’t have the heart to go to bars anymore, and I might run into John.
Lost in reverie, and shielded by the noise reducing double-glazing of the building, he didn’t hear the approach of the suspended scaffold containing the window cleaner. The cradle appeared before him on the other side of the glass and a gorgeous guy stared right at Blake.
Blake’s heart pounded. He had no idea why, except that the young man’s eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, and the smile that slowly spread over the window cleaner’s face contained undisguised appraisal.
Blake took a step back from the window. He’d moved too quickly and some coffee lurched out of his mug. He shifted sideways to avoid it splashing his pristine white shirt. With a murmur of annoyance, he glanced at the young man on the scaffold.
The blue eyes held mirth, twinkling at him from the deliciously handsome face. The smile became a moue, and the window cleaner gave Blake a hands-out shrug.
Blake read the whole gesture as sympathy, but far from it helping him, he felt like a fool doing a dance of surprise and desperation. He looked down at the dark wave shape on the carpet made by the coffee and sighed. Am I so lonely that the sight of a handsome man turns me into an idiot? Yeah…
In an effort to gain control, Blake dared to lift his gaze to the man outside. He’d expected water to smear the glass, but the guy hadn’t made any effort to clean the window so Blake had a clear view of the striptease the window cleaner engaged in. He lifted the t-shirt he wore at the hem and in a tantalizing move slid it up his torso.
Blake’s mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, muscular chest on display. The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. Blake caught his breath at the bulge in the front of the blue pants as the man thrust his hips a little taking the t-shirt over his head before he dropped it beside him onto the cradle floor.
Blake stared in open appreciation of the broad shoulders and muscled arms before him. A sigh escaped him. This man gave him butterflies. Blake’s cock stirred as the guy leaned close to the glass and blew him a kiss. A smile spread over Blake’s face as happiness took him over. He didn’t even care if the guy was mocking him. He allowed himself to enjoy the show.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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Saturday, June 10, 2017

This Tuesday let hunky Alex steal your heart as #MMromance Thief of Hearts releases

Thief of Hearts
Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.
Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick. 

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

This week #MWTease #teaser and #coverreveal for #MMromance Given Time @parr_books

This week the teaser and cover reveal is for E.D.Parr's June 23 release with Evernight Publishing
Given Time
Given Time
Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul. 
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties. 
A delicious love story with HEA
Releases June 23

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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 lay 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.


Angel turned into the kitchen. It shone with chrome and spotlessly clean, pale granite countertops. He walked around it. The antique oak table used as a kitchen meeting and eating place held a small bowl of mandarins. He checked the larder for instant coffee. After putting water to boil in the electric kettle, Angel walked around the downstairs rooms. Nothing had changed since he was last in the house. It made his heart ache. He went up the backstairs to the studio extension. The same cold smell of clay and expectation wafted around the main workroom. The skylight was open and he wound the handle on the wall below to close it. A smattering of rain had slipped in through the narrow rectangular opening and patterned the tiled floor beneath with wet stars.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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