Thursday, November 30, 2017

Release day for MM romantic erotica The Dreamboat #loveislove #gayromance #newrelease

Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.
As soon as he sets eyes on Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.
Here is the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as the warlock gathers his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?

Gay Romantic erotica fantasy/sc-fi

Warning this story contains MMMM sex scene, gay anal sex, sex toy, gay oral sex, rimming, frottage

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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Indigo finally raised his eyes to the client’s, the air sparked and charged with sexual attraction #midweektease #MMromance #erotica and cover reveal

This week #midweektease features tomorrow's MM romantic erotica fantasy 
sci-fi mix
The Dreamboat

Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge, The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.
As soon as he sets eyes on Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.

Here is the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as the warlock gathers his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?

Read the teaser

Indigo kept his head bowed as if reading this man’s request document. Immediately Milan and the client entered, the room had filled with expectation, hope, and as Indigo finally raised his eyes to the client’s, the air sparked and charged with sexual attraction.

Indigo gazed at the man standing before him. His heart hammered in his chest as if trying to burst through the perfectly toned muscles and his dark shirt. Long ago he’d felt something like this, but the occasion was centuries distant. Right then, he could barely breathe with the sensation as he attempted to appear impervious to the sight before him.

“Good evening. I’ve read your request and can conjure the events to make your dream reality.” Indigo had to take a deep breath in order to go on. “Tell me, are you attending the festivities in the city the week after next for the queen’s birthday? The meeting will happen there.”

The beautiful man remained standing. He cast a glance at the chair positioned an arm’s length away from Indigo’s own seat. His ocean eyes regarded Indigo, filling with amusement and kindness. “May I sit?”

Indigo closed his eyes for a second. He couldn’t control the desire that zapped through his body. Amazed by his reaction, he forced himself to nod calmly. “Of course, forgive my discourtesy.”

Darian O’Harr gave him a smile. “Thank you. I am attending the festivities.” He drew aside his cloak, revealing an almost transparent cotton shirt that did nothing to conceal his hard muscled chest and, allowing the sides of the cloak to fall over his hips, he sat.

Indigo feasted on the sight of his client—dark, glossy hair, cut in a style that showed off the planes of his delectably handsome face and lips that enticed kisses. This man was his dream personified. It was heartbreaking. Indigo wondered if he really would be able to conjure the spell to give Darian O’Harr the lover he asked for. Indigo wanted Darian so much, his stomach ached, his chest hurt, his magic retreated under the blue gaze of the client.

He repeated his earlier assertion playing for time to gather his wits.
“I, er, I will conjure the spell so that your wish is fulfilled. I note, I note that you prefer men.”
Indigo glanced away from the expectant stare of this hunk before him. By all the stars, why do I meet a man who stirs my spirit when I have to conjure another man to be his lover? He gathered his magic as sadness weighed on his shoulders.
He drove away the thought, and concentrated. A place, a time, a man who loosely fit the description Darian requested.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing November 30 release
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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

New release #MMromance news from guest author @HarperJewel1 and @LoveUnleashed Read a #teaser #PNR


Title: Ripping Off the Mask
Author: Harper Jewel
Publisher: Loose Id
ISBN: 978-1-68252-442-8
Publication Date: November 21, 2017
Genre: Gay Paranormal Suspense Romance

Heat Level (1-5): 4

Thirteen years after high schooler Cooper Brandt suffered a life-altering tragedy, Newark Police Sergeant Cooper Brandt suffers yet another earthshaking misfortune while on duty. As a result, he lets the mask he donned because of his first grief-filled setback slip. When overwhelming guilt consumes him for a second time, an unexpected, and oftentimes unwanted, helping hand tries to force him into making a choice: face his demons and rip the mask off, or continue living a lie while his facade stays put.
Upon his move to New Jersey, aqua therapist Dr. Westley James meets his toughest patient yet when a snarly police sergeant accuses him of duplicity at the start of their first session. When he discovers the reason for Cooper’s ornery attitude, an odd, empty feeling he’s lived with for as long as he can remember begins to fill in like missing pieces of a puzzle.
As a fragile relationship between Cooper and Westley grows, an unhinged sociopath threatens to ruin everything. Will fate force the emotionally bruised sergeant to fasten his mask on even more tightly or will the couple’s blooming love and partnership be strong enough to help Cooper rip his mask off for good?


Read an excerpt

They made their first stop at Dunkin’, and as promised, Silvio ran inside while Coop remained in the police vehicle. A few minutes later, with coffees in hand, he returned to the squad car and handed Cooper his iced coffee—black, no milk, no sugar.
“Thanks, Sil. Did you get your regular?”
“Sure did. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Because you might surprise me and forgo the coffee-milk you favor and go with something different for a change.”
Silvio stared blankly at his partner. “Coffee-milk?”
“Come on, you can’t possibly call what you have in your hand coffee. You tell the baristas to give you a medium but put it in a large cup and then ask them to add at least a full cup of milk to it. Seriously, man, how hot can it be after that? And why would you want to drink something even remotely warm when it’s already close to eighty degrees outside?”
“I don’t like my coffee too hot, but I don’t like it iced either. Besides, haven’t you heard that milk does a body good?” Silvio shrugged and gave his partner a smug, tooth-baring grin.
Coop burst into laughter. “You’re such a dork.”
“At the risk of sounding too dorky, suck it up, buttercup. You’re stuck with me. So you keep your end of the bargain and drive since I did the buying.”

About Harper
Harper Jewel lives in northeast New Jersey with her husband and college-age daughter. She has two cats, enjoys reading, and taking trips to Walt Disney World. With her outgoing personality and vivid imagination, she can create characters and plots that are believable as well as memorable.
Although she began writing male/female romance/erotica, she has finally found her niche in Gay Romance. She thoroughly enjoys her male characters as they speak to her quite loudly while proving love is love. She is proud to have the honor of being the first M/M author accepted at the now-closed Lush Publishing.
In addition to her writing, she’s expanded her skills to include formatting for Smashwords Premium Catalog, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, & Amazon.
In September 2015, she created Slippery Fingers Press & Publishing Services. She uses the company name for self-publishing as well as her formatting jobs.


Sunday, November 26, 2017

From #erotica #fantasy The Dreamboat upcoming #MMromance release it's time for #SexySnippets

#SexySnippets is from The Dreamboat
Releasing November 30 from Evernight Publishing

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Indigo’s thoughts strayed to Darian for the rest of the day and night every time he had a free moment.
He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned until at zero four hundred hours he leapt from his bed in disgust at a fantasy unfolding in his imagination—Darian, naked, stroking his huge cock and waiting for Indigo in his consulting room—Darian begging to be fucked as he bent over Indigo’s desk. Stop, stop, stop it. I’m obsessed with him. I’ll be desperate again soon if I don’t stop this.
He took a cool shower and dressed.

The Dreamboat releases November 30 from Evernight Publishing

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Sunday, November 19, 2017

He loves me, too. #MMromance #SexySnippets

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences from a WIP or published work brought to you
each Sunday
This week from erotic MMromance
Read the #SexySnippet

Liam’s eyes filled with emotion.
Karl read the love in Liam’s gaze. He loves me, too. Relief flooded him and he grabbed Liam into his arms. He rained kisses onto his lover’s mouth, and to his joy Liam responded.
Liam pressed his body against Karl’s, his arms clasped around Karl’s waist. His returning kisses were passionate and hungry. 
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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Saturday, November 18, 2017

They’re fearless, dangerous, big on revenge, and defiantly walk on the wrong side of the law. Lawless #MMromance #anthology release @kaitylerauthor

5-Author Erotic Contemporary Romance Anthology
Meet the hardcore heroes of LAWLESS! They’re fearless, dangerous, big on revenge, and defiantly walk on the wrong side of the law. Although their morals may be compromised, their loyalty to that one man is never in question.

Our five hand-picked novellas are dark, dirty, and will make you see bad boys in a whole new light. From bikers to hitmen, these dangerous men won’t be satisfied until they have everything they came for—until they have him. 
70, 000 words

Monsters by James Cox
Sunshine and Snakes by L.J. Longo
Live or Die by Kai Tyler
$250,000 Love by Jessie Pinkham
Silent Devotion by Angelique Voisen 

Story Sample:
🔫 Live or Die by Kai Tyler 🔫

Zakhar 'Zak' Stone walked away from the life he once knew because staying had been too painful when the man he loved didn't love him back. Now he is an undercover agent and has been assigned to take down the one man he left behind.

Alexei Smirnov knows why Zak is back. The authorities have wanted to snare him for years. Now they’ve sent the one man he can’t resist. The man he should’ve claimed long ago. The same man who is back to betray him.
He’s going to give Zak a simple choice—live or die.

Author's Note: Live or Die is set in the Worlds End series universe.

Alexei settled back into his chair, hand still on the gun which now lay on the desk, his expression unreadable. “Start talking.”
Now that his undivided attention focused on me, my throat dried out, and my hands shook as the adrenaline ebbed in my veins. I needed a drink or two, perhaps something stronger to take the edge off.
When I’d agreed to this assignment, I hadn’t realized it would be so difficult to sit before him and do what I’ve done often for the past ten years—tell a series of made up stories to maintain my cover. Tell lies to Alexei.
My gaze bounced around the room while I worked saliva into a parched mouth and rubbed my hand over a perspiring neck.
Like a hawk, he watched every move I made, his eyes the color of an obsidian night. As if he could see through to my anxiety, see through to the man I hid from the world.
Then again, a little nervousness wasn’t a bad thing considering what I was about to tell him.
“Someone is trying to kill me,” I blurted out, wanting to get this done, no matter the outcome.
 “Ha.” He barked a short, ugly laugh. “Whoever it is will have to wait their turn. If anyone is going to kill you, it will be me.”
My mouth dropped open, and I gaped at him. “You want to kill me?”
“I’m thinking about it.” He didn’t even blink.
This was no joke. I stared at him as if he’d grown two heads. He might as well have been an alien for all I knew about him. Ten years had changed him into a bitter man.
I had loved him once.
And he wanted to kill me.
Talk about bad romance.
“What did you think would happen when you came back here?” he gritted out. “You’re a government agent, for fuck sake.”
Shit. Blood drained from my head. I blinked rapidly as all my muscles tightened.
No wonder he was so bloody pissed off. I would’ve reacted the same way if I’d been in his shoes. Government agents and cartel bosses didn’t make great bedfellows.
How the fuck did he find out about my job?

Paperback coming soon

Kai writes queer stories about dangerous men and fierce love.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Will a sexy encounter heal Angel’s troubled soul #midweektease #MMromance #gayromance

This week I'm teasing with an excerpt from 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 erotic love story with HEA

Warning the book contains explicit and frequent MM sex

Read the teaser

Matt cradled the whisky glass in his hand for a few seconds. His heartbeat sped up as anticipation flooded him. The handsome man who’d sat alone and ate little fascinated him. Matt knew the guy stared without seeing for a while, and then the eye contact when he saw Matt, was electrifying. No one had ever looked at Matt that way. The sheer sexual hunger and loneliness in those pale eyes forced a shock of attraction to spark along his stomach muscles. There was no mistake. This handsome man was gay. Matt swished his drink around and the ice cubes clinked in the glass. Will he join me? Let him take the chance. It’s time I had someone in my life.

Matt forced himself to lean casually on the bar. He put down the glass. His hand shook. Fucking calm down. He might not come. He probably won’t. It was a bad idea to send a note. Who do I think I am, some movie character? Matt felt rather than saw his quarry approach. His mouth went dry. He suddenly wanted the beautiful Italian tiled floor to open up and let him fall into the hole where failed attempts at finding love littered the black chasm.

“I got your note. Thank you … for sending it … I asked for my coffee to be sent in. Would you like a cup of coffee … or another drink?”

Matt’s entire body reacted to the low, halting tones of the man’s voice. Relief and fear flooded him. He sent a silent request into the ether, which generally fed him premonitions. Don’t let me mess this up. He straightened and faced the man taking in every facet—pale green eyes, like the shallow water lapping at a tropical beach, the sort of handsome face that usually carried guys into a modeling career, and wavy dark hair that Matt itched to run his fingers through. His stomach clenched and a strange melting feeling gathered between his legs. Fucking hell, he’s amazing.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 

About Given Time

I wrote this story intending to dedicate it to someone in the front of the book when the publisher asked if I had a dedication. In fact, I didn’t when given the chance, because it no longer seemed appropriate. (It might have looked as if I rode on the back of this person's success.)
The inspiration for the story came last Christmas when I went to stay with friends in another county, but one that I know very well and have lived in. Just like Matt in the story I was shocked and deeply saddened when a much-loved celebrity suddenly died on Christmas Day. I’d followed this artist’s work for years and, because he was a musician, the lyrics and his songs had often lifted me from sadness. 
Like many others I wandered off to the house the person lived and died in, which was just a couple of miles away in the next village. I sat in my car watching the parade of people placing tributes along the wall of the house.

The core of the inspiration came from seeing a lone man approach as fog descended on the long pathway. He was tall, slender, dressed stylishly from head to foot in black, and he carried a bunch of white lilies that he placed beside other flowers. His melancholy exuded from his elegant movements. The sight struck me and I couldn’t put it out of my mind as the circumstances surrounding the  death of this musician was reported in the news for weeks.
I know a little about the deceased’s life, and know sadness surrounding his love-life was often woven into his songs. I wrote the story for him … for him to have a happy ending. If that sounds weird, then that’s okay … he gave me, and still does, such pleasure through his music.
The story isn’t about a musician. It’s about life and love. There are a number of scorching hot love scenes in the story, which I enjoyed writing for the two heroes, Matt and Angel, who after hoping for love, finally find it.
Thank you to the late and beautiful George Michael whose album Older saved me a few times from despair.
Thank you, also, to the unknown, gorgeous man who laid lilies outside the big old house.
5* review ""I was totally captivated by this sweet, hauntingly beautiful tale..."
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(Photographs, The Guardian, Pinterest, Vogue, copyright info unavailable, no infringement intended)


Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Teaser Tuesday Medley #MMromance #gayromance BLOND from @parr_books

Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.
Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease. 
Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever loved. 
Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.

Teaser Tuesday
Karl’s gaze ranged over him, and then, after spending long seconds settled on Liam’s cock, now like a thick iron rod in his pants, returned to his face. “I saw you leave and wished you hadn’t. I can’t pretend I’m not dying to suck that hard-on pushing against your jeans, but I love this song. Dance with me.”
Liam hadn’t even registered the song streaming from the speakers. He listened and smiled. It was a great song, but Liam couldn’t dance. “I don’t dance…” He saw the disappointment cloud Karl’s eyes and with a surge of desire to please the man, he added, “But if you’ll forgive my two left feet I will … for you…”
Karl took his hand.
A massive jolt of sensation flew up his arm and he followed Karl onto the dance floor in a daze.
Karl pulled him close.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017

Sweet Teaser Tuesday 
The blond gave him a look full of emotion. 

Liam read inquiry there—desire, and something else—longing. He passed by his blue-eyed acquaintance.

Karl spun around and walked out of the bar.

Liam hurried to catch him. He ran down the short flight of steps to the sidewalk.
Karl stepped in front of him. “I hoped you’d arrive earlier. I waited so long I have to go now.”
A frown sprang across Liam’s forehead, taking away the smile that was about to blossom.

“What? No … it’s not late.” He heard the pleading in his own voice and wished it wasn’t there.

Karl shook his head. “It’s eleven-thirty I…I have a long journey home.”

Liam took a deep breath. “I’d like to be with you. We can just talk. I don’t mind the drive. I don’t sleep much most nights. Let me take you home.”

Karl grabbed his shoulders and kissed him.

The move both surprised and delighted Liam. He ran his hands around Karl’s waist and returned the kiss. The sounds of the traffic receded. The night grew soft. Liam drifted in the passion and desire that rose through him. 

Karl broke the kiss and eased away. “Have dinner with me tomorrow. Meet me somewhere, anywhere you like around eight. I do want to know you, but I can’t stay tonight.”

Liam still held Karl. The feel of his hard body made Liam’s already half-erect cock fill out. He leaned to kiss Karl again and answered between brushing Karl’s sexy mouth with his own. “You choose. If you live out of the city … I can get to most places…” He stole another kiss and his eyes closed again with the intense pleasure it brought.

Karl pushed away, gently but firmly. “Let’s stick to downtown. There’s a great place at the junction of Main and Beverley as you travel up to the bar.”

Liam had difficulty speaking. “Fiorella, I know it—serves great Italian.”

Karl took Liam’s hands from his body and held them for a moment. “That’s the place. Eight o’clock, okay? We won’t need to book unless it’s a weekend.” He dropped Liam’s hands.

“Yes, sure. That’s good.” 

Karl had walked a few paces away when worry forced Liam to call after him. “Hey, you’re not married or have a partner?” Just why Karl was in such a hurry to get home suddenly raised the question in his head.

Karl spun around. “No, no, nothing like that. See you tomorrow.”

Liam nodded slowly, happy with the answer, but so disappointed Karl had to go.

Karl must have sensed it. He ran back, grasped Liam’s shoulders, and kissed him hard. He pulled away, grinned, and then ran off.

Copyright E.D. Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

Monday, November 13, 2017

Their gazes locked and desire rushed through him. Hell, yes. This was just what he needed. New #MMromance #PNR from @ElyzabethVaLey

Lee never thought he’d find his mate at a club, but even less so, did he expect him to be, Alkaline, the leader of the mafia organization known as the Claws. If the lion shifter were not an alpha, things might be easier, but as it is, his mate is bent on keeping them apart. Not that it matters to Lee, he’ll hunt him down and make him his. 
Alkaline doesn’t do sweet. Nor vulnerable. Nor submissive. So when his lion decides that his soulmate is an alpha puma, he refuses to accept it. After all, whoever heard of two alphas mating? However, resisting Lee is harder than he ever imagined.
With two men battling for dominance, who will end up on top? And will their romance survive the match? 
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The beat of the music made the floor vibrate. The strobe lights flashed, creating a maddening effect. Lee lifted his arms toward the ceiling, and swayed his hips. He mouthed the words to the popular song, allowing the rhythm to wash over him and obliterate any thoughts and worries he still carried from the long day at work.
The animal within him stirred. Tossing and turning, it gathered energy from the pulsing tones and climbed to the surface as if awakening from a long sleep. Lee’s blood pumped faster. His vision refocused, throwing everything into sharp contrast, from the shimmering contents of beverages in clear glasses, to the glittery eye makeup of a random stranger. The club smelled like sweat and alcohol. Bodies pressed together, swaying, moving. Glass shattered somewhere followed by a chorus of “Oh!” and loud laughter. All around, people enjoyed a night out, oblivious to anything more than what lay a few feet from them. Unaware of the hunter in their midst.
Lee licked his lips. His cock twitched. It’d been too long since he’d prowled the night for a bed companion. Focused on his work as manager of the shifter bar Moon Point, sometimes he forgot to have fun, to give into his baser instincts. Normally, he’d go home, relieve himself, and fall asleep until the next day. But he was a puma, a night prowler. And tonight, after he’d closed Moon Point, he knew driving to the countryside and going for a run wouldn’t be enough. He was restless, yearning for something more which he could only describe as the need for company, for the feel of skin against skin, for the gentle caress of caring hands, if only for a few hours.
It was time to hunt.
Lee glanced around and caught the eye of a handsome stud with dark, puppy eyes. He grinned. The stranger looked away, then back at him, a small smile playing on his lips.
Game on.
Swerving his hips, Lee started to make his way toward the man and stopped. The hint of a welcoming scent caressed his senses. A desert breeze mingled with rare wildflowers. A spark lit up his core, sending a shiver of excitement through him. The top of his ears tingled. Lee spun. His heart froze, then resurged, pounding frantically.
He’d never been formally introduced to the lion shifter, but he knew him on sight. He had to. One didn’t manage a bar in one of the seediest neighborhoods of the city without knowing the local gangs. Besides, Alkaline wasn’t exactly easy to miss. At six-foot-five, with shoulder-length red-blond hair, a matching beard, and slightly tanned skin, he stood out wherever he went.
Lee watched him move. His cock twitched. There was nothing submissive about the male specimen coming in his direction, parting the crowd like some kind of god. Alkaline exuded power, force, and unbridled passion.
Their gazes locked and desire rushed through him. Hell, yes. This was just what he needed. A real challenge. Lee extended his hand and Alkaline took it. The lion pulled him close with a firm tug. Hand on his waist, Alkaline guided him to the music.
Lee sucked in his cheeks to keep from laughing. Hell would freeze over before he was the one following. He pushed back, forcing Alkaline to release him. Then, rolling forward, he placed his hands on Alkaline’s hips and took the lead.
The lion snarled. His amber eyes flashed a warning. Lee didn’t retreat. His cock thickened inside his jeans, rubbing against the material. Abruptly, Alkaline dipped him slightly backwards, threaded his fingers in his hair and held, forcing Lee to stare at him.
His puma growled. Bursting through his defenses, it forced his vision to change. It turned sharper, more attuned to the man in front of him, from the tiny wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, to the small mole above his brow, to the thin coat of sweat which made his face glisten.
Alkaline glared at him. Lee’s blood pressure spiked along with his raging libido. He wouldn’t be the first to drop his gaze. He pursed his mouth. The music changed and someone slammed into them, breaking the connection.
They both moved at the same time. Lips clashed. Hungry. Hard. Lee’s fingers threaded into Alkaline’s long reddish mane and Alkaline rested his hand on the nape of Lee’s neck, bringing him closer. Their tongues entwined, desperately seeking for more, until the air ran out of their lungs and they broke apart panting. For a second, they gauged each other, and Lee wondered if he looked as bewildered and as consumed by lust as the other man.
Just when he was about to speak, Alkaline grabbed his hand and placed it over his erection. Lee groaned.
“I need to have you, now,” Alkaline said.
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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 

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