Friday, December 6, 2019

MM romance for #FirstChapterFriday , Snowflake Wine, Who is Jamie Snow?

First Chapter Friday
18+ Erotic gay romance 

Hunky Nathan Bloom works late for the company putting up the town Christmas lights and decorations.
Gorgeous, enigmatic, Jamie Snow works late forecasting the weather from his desk in the meteorology office.
Nathan sighs over the prospect of a holiday season with no one to love.
Jamie wonders if he’ll ever find a man to love who will accept his mysterious origins and talents.
One cold night, as Nathan finishes hoisting the wreath lights up the building where Jamie works, they meet.
The brilliant festive lights aren’t the only things to sparkle as the two men connect on a deep level.

Be delighted by a delicious, contemporary, gay romance with an edge of fantasy this season. Sometimes being different is awesome.

Chapter One

“Come away from the window, Jack.”
Five-year-old Jack ignored his mother. He loved the way his breath and fingertips made ice patterns. He gazed down at the busy street below and blew on the glass again. Swirls of frost flower tendrils leaped there and outside a thin white covering grew along the sidewalk.


Time and distance became Jack’s friend as he stopped loving his strange ability and learned to hide it. His frost duties reduced to a minimum as the miles between him and his people lengthened, and he changed his name. It still maintained the coolness of his inherited family name but the occasional teasing from his peers just about disappeared. Jamie Snow became a meteorologist. The profession suited him.

On some winter mornings, when he’d indulged in his fairy legacy during the night, he experienced a longing to be able to tell someone he was responsible for the glittering hoarfrost and sparkling icicles that shone in a valiant sun on the barren trees. Most of all, Jamie wished for love. His longing gaze traced the handsome faces of men in the commuter crowd as he dashed to work. He dreamed about meeting a kind, loving man that would accept him for the eccentricity of his fairy heritage.

This season I’ll try to find a boyfriend. I can’t go on like this. He’d only experienced two relationships. They hadn’t lasted long. Somehow, he drove both guys away. Jamie Snow really didn’t know how, but he suspected he’d been seen swirling twinkling frost onto the winter dark leaves of the potted box shrubs on his patio. Yes, Christmas is a good time to find someone at parties, bars, seasonal fetes, and … and. His thoughts halted. He didn’t socialize much and he knew it. Still, he promised himself, as his loneliness bit deep, I’ll ask out the first handsome man I see whose attitude even only hints at being gay. Hmm … that might not be wise … I’ll, I’ll be able to see in his eyes that he’s gay, that he wants me … yes…

Jamie stared at his computer screen. The isobar maps came into focus as he stopped daydreaming and concentrated on his work.


Nathan Bloom gulped some of his rapidly cooling coffee as he swiped the screen of his phone with a practiced thumb.

“Will you take care of the office building lights again this season, Nathan?” Tom handed out the jobs for the coming month.

Nathan glanced up from his smartphone. He put down his coffee mug. “I guess so. Will I be covering the night repairs for the main street, too, this time?” He didn’t know why he asked this because he usually scored the repair job, but the faint hope that someone else would take on this part of the job in Christmas week flamed bright.

“Well, that would be great.” Nathan’s boss, Tom, tried a smile.

Nathan guessed it was to soften the blow that everyone knew he was the only guy in the company without a family or a relationship. It made him a target for working anti-social hours on most holidays. Nathan didn’t want to fight about it. If he was honest, and not fooling himself that he’d get out and meet a gorgeous loving guy, on some nights repairing a light or two in the huge festive displays was the only outing he’d taken. “Sure. It’s okay.” He gave Tom a quick smile.

Relief entered Tom’s eyes. “Thanks. You’ll be paid.”

Nathan looked back at his smartphone screen, even though there were no messages. It was a given he’d have a little extra in his salary for the holiday work. What really bit at Nathan was the fact that yet again, he had no loved one who’d cuddle up with him for Christmas. His one remaining close friend from college was off on a tropical vacation to escape the cold. Something Nathan couldn’t afford after buying an apartment the year before. Nathan’s dad had long since cut ties with him. It was the usual scenario for holidays.
Nathan picked up his tool belt from where he’d stowed it under his seat, stood, and strapped it on.

Yvonne from accounts watched him again. Nathan gave a sidelong glance in her direction. Her hopeful gaze raked him from head to waist and on down his thighs. Nathan looked away quickly. He wished he could tell her there was no way she’d fulfil her hope. He loved guys. Always had, always would.

Nathan longed for the comfort of strong masculine arms around him. He went to sleep at night reliving the one kiss he’d shared with a hunk in the last six months. Somehow he’d become isolated from a gay crowd. Most of the guys he’d known in college split for other cities. Nathan stayed behind. His sick mom needed his company. She’d passed two years ago. Nathan’s dad had snubbed him at her funeral. A gay son wasn’t his idea of—anything.

As he exited the staff lunchroom Nathan decided that this year he’d attend every party, request to get a beer after work no matter how casual, and festive celebration. This holiday season I’ll find a guy to love.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Encompass Ink
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Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Angel Starc is Given Time in #midweek #teasers #gayromance #MMromance @parr_books @evernightpub

Midweek Teasers
Given Time

Angel sipped the glass of water, absently gazing around the room at the other diners without really seeing them, until his eyes met those of a man a few tables away. A shock of some emotion ran down Angel’s back. His thoughts tumbled as he struggled to recall where he’d seen this man. The breadth of the man’s shoulders and the thick well-cut hair was resoundingly familiar. He stared without realizing into the dark eyes of the sexy stranger.

A slow smile appeared on the hunk’s lips. His eyes held an invitation.

Angel’s stomach lurched. He was so out of practice he didn’t know if this was a gay guy sending signals, or another of his brother’s fans showing sympathy from across the room. Angel tore his gaze away. As much as he’d craved the chance to meet a romantic partner in the last year, he didn’t know what to do right then. When the server turned up with his steak, gratitude flooded Angel. He could hide behind eating his meal. 

He studiously cut up his steak and took a bite. The meat melted in a mouthful of flavor. Angel ate a little more and toyed with his salad. Without thinking, he flicked his gaze across the room. The handsome man stared at him. Angel’s heart pounded alarmingly. He looked away. 

Copyright E. D. Parr , Evernight Publishing

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He gazed across the leaf-strewn road. The ornamental 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 more flowers outside the gate. I had no idea Rory was so loved. He was such a grouch … well, to me, to Samantha…

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 black jeans, 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. 

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 

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.
Angel is amazed when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time.  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.
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Tuesday, September 3, 2019

#TeaserTuesday from gay romance, The Romantic @eXtasybooks @elodieparkes #MMromance

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Two weeks after dropping the boxes of books onto the floor of his study, Luke sat in front of one and looked closely at each book. Among the books in the myth and legend box, Luke found a thin volume bound in leather so aged he opened it with extreme care, expecting the book to fall apart. Inside, its pages, once tipped with gold, were faded and frail. The volume contained prayers and songs to ancient gods. He read the heading at the beginning of the publication. 

Translated from ancient Greek by Dr. H. P. Smyth.

There was a load of letters after the person’s name indicating academic prowess. Luke raised his eyebrows. Wow.
On each page he turned, a picture and description of the god and its powers prefaced the song or prayer. Then curiously, from somewhere in the tattered book, pages fluttered onto Luke’s knees. He picked up a page.
Spells and enchantments.
Luke’s heart pounded. He drew back from the page in surprise. Not knowing why he reacted in this way, he brought the spare pages together in a flimsy sheaf and read. By the time he’d finished two pages, Luke was convinced fate had led him to the book. He was desperate to find love, and here in his hand was a prayer spell to an ancient god of love. Luke stared at the words that practically danced on the page between his slightly trembling fingers. 

Copyright Elodie Parkes, eXtasy Books, 2019
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. 
Fate hasn’t finished with the two handsome men—will true happiness evade them both?
@eXtasybooks Editor's pick

Friday, August 16, 2019

For #FirstChapterFriday we're in Spain where Aiden meets Santiago #gayromance #MMromance #paranormalromance @parr_books

First Chapter Friday is from recent release
Dear Heart
Aiden Flint goes on vacation with three friends to Pamplona, Spain. Seeking excitement, they will run with the bulls in the festival of St. Fermin. As the four friends enjoy the nightlife, they notice an attractive man watching Aiden in the bars they visit. In the warmth and heady atmosphere of the exotic city, Aiden takes a chance and approaches the handsome man.
Enigmatic Santiago Arista is sexy, kind, desperate for love, and achingly lonely. He’s just about given up on finding love, until one warm, summer night, sitting alone in a bar, he sees gorgeous Aiden. He’s elated when Aiden joins him at his table.
Deep attraction swirls between them. At the end of the night when they share a kiss, Aiden can’t believe the bliss that enfolds him, but have both men found someone to love just when fate is about to throw Aiden into mortal danger?

Chapter One

Darkness characterized Santiago’s earthbound world. He lived in it and with it weighing heavy in his heart. Centuries passed without a break in his solitariness. He no longer used his special gifts. He left weeks between his visits to the markets, until hunger forced him out for fruit and bread. He ventured into the nightlife less and less, convinced he’d never find a companion to ease his loneliness in venues he’d haunted for decades.

Then one night, driven by despair into the bars dotting the Spanish city where he currently dwelt, Santiago laid eyes on a man whose looks set his thoughts and heart racing. Who is he? How can I meet him? Could he ever want to know a sorry soul like me? He is beautiful.

Santiago sat with his vodka melting the crushed ice in the tall glass he favored and always ordered. He gazed at the young man with yearning growing in his heart until he ached. Santiago named him “dear heart” so that he could daydream that they were together, a couple—lovers.

Dear heart sat with his friends, but on that first night he glanced at Santiago a few times, his clear blue eyes searching Santiago’s face. When dear heart visited the restroom, he openly stared at Santiago, and in his gaze, Santiago read interest, sexual attraction—pure need.

Long empty of positive emotions, Santiago’s heart filled with hope. He hardly took his eyes from dear heart. He savored every contour of muscle beneath the young man’s t-shirt, and sighed over dear heart’s thick, dark hair, wishing he could run his fingers through the softness. When his chosen one left the bar with his friends, Santiago followed, to the next bar, and then the next, until dear heart smiled at him as he passed where Santiago set up his watch, holding a chilled glass in his equally cold hand. The smile warmed Santiago as nothing ever had. Amazed, he left it too late to return the smile—dear heart and his friends disappeared onto the night street thronging with vacationers.
Santiago combed the bars each night thereafter until he found where dear heart drank a beer with his friends. Then he would sit and soak up the sight of the beautiful stranger, desperate to talk to him, but afraid of rejection.
“That guy’s staring at you again, Aiden.” John jogged his elbow, forcing a wave of golden beer to slap on the side of the slender glass he carried. Drops flew into the air headed for the colorful tiled floor, and Aiden steadied his pace so as not to spill more.

His friend raced ahead to the other two men in their vacation party.
“Wait, you two.”

Aiden stole a glance over his shoulder at the man John had mentioned. Bright eyes captured his gaze. Aiden’s stomach clenched. Mystery, sex, and attraction radiated from the handsome man. Aiden’s mouth dried up. He tore himself away and hurried to the table where his friends sat laughing.

“He’s interested in you for sure. Crap, he’s still staring.” Noel leaned forward giving Aiden a wide-eyed, and yet salacious grin.

Jason put down his beer and punched Aiden lightly on the upper arm. He used his pet name for his friend. “Why not approach him, Aidey? There’s no one in your life. How many times have you bleated about your single status in the last six months? Have a holiday romance.”

Aiden’s shoulders drooped. He was the only single guy in his small group of friends and the only gay guy. He knew Jason was sincere, but Noel and John often made fun of him. Not malicious fun, but a gentle constant teasing that sometimes wearied him. Noel used it to mask his tendency to homophobia. John was the friendship group’s clown. Aiden picked up the beer he’d placed on the table and sipped at it.

In a day’s time, on the seventh of July, the first “running with the bulls” event would take place. The friends had come to participate in the Saint Fermin summer festival in Pamplona, and intended running with the bulls as many times as their nerve let them. Noel had raised the idea one night as they met for a meal and drinks in their favorite bistro. He’d lamented his mundane existence, and somehow the others in the group had commiserated enough for them all to agree to vacation in Spain that coming summer expressly to run with the bulls.

Aiden blinked away his trepidation at actually fulfilling the now imminent intention. He put down his beer, and in an attempt to chase away his fears, he turned and smiled at the gorgeous man whose stare just about penetrated his denim shirt.

Astonishment spread on the man’s face, and then he returned a shy smile.

Aiden took a deep breath, summoning his nerve. He stood, gave his friend Jason a tiny wave, and walked to the man’s table.
Copyright E.D. Parr 2019 Evernight Publishing
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Saturday, August 3, 2019

Future, Betrayed, a Project Mars story, by Jacey Holbrand & Elizabeth Monvey #newrelease #MMromance #scifi @JaceyHolbrand @evernightpub and Elizabeth Monvey

Future, Betrayed, a Project Mars story, by Jacey Holbrand & Elizabeth Monvey

Book 2 - Future, Betrayed - Available August 1, 2019 -
 a Project Mars story - futuristic, sci-fi, romance series by best-selling authors Jacey Holbrand & Elizabeth Monvey 
Genre: futuristic, sci-fi, Alternative (MM), MPREG, Romance | Heat Level: 3 | Word Count: 35,000 | ISBN: 978-0-3695-0008-3 | Editor: Karyn White | Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Thank you for having us on your blog today! We’re so excited to share the release of the second book in our Project Mars series, Future, Betrayed. For a quick idea about the series, check out this trailer: 

A little more about the book
Book 2 - Future, Betrayed - Available August 1, 2019 - a Project Mars story - futuristic, sci-fi, romance series by best-selling authors Jacey Holbrand & Elizabeth Monvey | Genre: futuristic, sci-fi, Alternative (MM), MPREG, Romance | Heat Level: 3 | Word Count: 35,000 | ISBN: 978-0-3695-0008-3 | Editor: Karyn White | Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

In the future, be careful who you trust.
Ben Stockton lives on a dying Earth. A poisoned atmosphere and fertility issues are a few reasons people flock to the Project Mars Lottery, hoping to win a chance to go to the Red Planet. When his husband, Dain, is targeted as a potential DNA donor, the once exciting prospect of starting over turns into a nightmare.
Forced to work for the governmental scientific agency, Sector, Dain is sent to Mars while Ben has to remain behind. Separated from each other, they try to cling to the memories of their love as well as the hope that one day they’ll be reunited.
But Sector has different plans for the couple. Unbeknownst to Ben, Sector has used him as a test subject in a desperate bid to cure the sterility problems facing the human race. Impregnated and left alone, Ben stumbles upon the underground resistance. It will take all his strength to find the love of his life before Dain is lost to him forever.
Be Warned: MPREG, m/m sex, anal sex, violence

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Dain gave her a mock salute, and a second later, the comm-vid shut off. Ben moved forward and wrapped his arms around his husband.
“Wow, that was an intense back and forth.”
Dain turned in his embrace and pulled Ben in close. “That’s nothing to how it’s going to be tomorrow. You up for this?”
“I’ve got your back.”
He leaned in again for another kiss, just as the front door opened and Ranger walked in.
“Oops! Sorry, guys,” Ranger said.
“No worries,” Ben said with a sigh as he and Dain broke apart. “What are you doing home so early?”
“Coworkers heard about Nate winning the lottery. They kept interrupting my work to ask questions, so the bosses told me to go home early. Nate here?”
Ben shook his head. “No. We were just discussing Dain’s win.”
Ranger shook his head in disbelief. “Unreal how two from this family won the damn thing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Dain muttered. “Unreal.”
“You planning on going in to test?” Ranger asked.
“Kinda have to, don’t I? I mean, that’s part of the fine print no one reads.”
Ranger frowned. “I thought, ultimately, you get to say a final no if you change your mind.”
Dain shook his head. “No one gets away from Sector. It’s something to consider as you and Nate go forward. Well, I’m going to head to bed. Have a good night.”
Ranger nodded, still looking thoughtful. Dain took Ben’s hand and led him to their small bedroom. Once ensconced in their own world, they could stay hidden for the rest of the night. Just the two of them, and Ben had a horrible feeling that this was probably the last time they would have a moment to themselves. Tomorrow he and Dain would go to Sector to step into the farce of winning the damn lottery. He sat down heavily as the weight of it washed over him.
“Are you okay?” Dain asked softly, sitting next to him on the bed.
“Everything is going to change, isn’t it?”
Dain nodded. “Yeah. I got out of the New Force Order Police because I disagreed with Sector’s policies. Now I’m going back, and I hate the reason why. But I’ve been thinking this might the one chance to bring Sector’s crimes to light.”
Ben’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“If I can obtain evidence of their lottery manipulation, it might get us out this. And get us away from Sector.”
“You’re talking about spying.”
“I’ve done worse for the NFOP,” Dain reminded him. “How hard can it be to expose their overreach? Perhaps if I can find the evidence it might open up a negotiation for checks and balances. Omnipotent power is never a good thing for a rule of law.”
Ben sighed. “I don’t want you to put yourself in danger.”
“I already did that when I went into that damn bar.” He shook his head. “We may not have wanted this, but here we are. I need to know you’re okay with my plan.”
“Okay with it? Not really. But when we decided to say vows we included the lines for better or worse. No matter what, I’m with you. But no more secrets between us. Okay?”
Dain nodded. “Agreed. No more secrets.”

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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world. Jacey loves to hear from readers!
Elizabeth Monvey is the pseudonym for a single mother from Los Angeles. She writes manlove stories, where the hero meets the man of his dreams because happily ever after is one of her favorite things.
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Friday, August 2, 2019

Who is the gorgeous blond guy? #gayromance #shifter @evernightpub @parr_books #MMromance #FirstChapterFriday

#FirstChapterFriday from Blond
What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?
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.
@evernightpublisher Editor's pick

Chapter One
Frozen in terror, Serge Oberon stared at the huge leopard that lay on the polished floorboards of the living room. The ceiling fans swished around. The first glimmer of dawn seeped through the gaps between the thin slats of the bamboo blinds unfurled on the outside of the villa’s shallow windows. A shirt lay discarded over one of the rattan chairs—a pair of white jeans crumpled at the foot of the couch. Wide-eyed and dry-mouthed, Serge took in the scene as if it wasn’t real, as if he’d stumbled onto the set of a movie. The big cat stirred, stretched a paw, but remained asleep.

His first coherent thoughts were for his son, Karl, who was visiting on his vacation. Please don’t let anything have happened to Karl. His heart thumping in his chest, Serge retreated from the horrifying sight and crept silently to the back rooms.

Karl had a bedroom in the area of the building shaded by the huge old banyan tree in the extensive grounds of the villa. Serge tiptoed toward the open door. He stopped in the entrance and gazed at his twenty-four year old son. Oh no—I should have warned him. A cold shiver of fear ran down his body and pooled in his stomach as he saw the love bites on his son’s neck, one of which looked more like a nip from an animal than a token of sexual enjoyment from a human.
Serge went to his son with nausea building. “Karl, son, Karl, wake up.” He bent to inspect the bite he knew in his heart meant Karl would never be normal again. The teeth marks were human, the break in Karl’s skin minimal, but all the same the saliva would have entered his bloodstream. A slight ooze of blood showed at the corner of the wound where Karl must have lain on his side as he slept.

He opened his eyes and stretched as his father drew away. “Hi, Dad, what’s going on?” He yawned and shifted his muscled shoulders, bringing a hand up to the base of his neck where he touched the bite gingerly.

Frown lines furrowed Serge’s forehead. His eyes filled with tears. His voice a whisper now, he sat heavily on the side of the bed. “You brought a man home.”
Karl shuffled to sit up. He smiled at his dad. “Yeah, but what’s up? I’ve brought a guy home before.”

Serge took a deep breath. “Not here—not in Mumbai—at home in the States.”

Concern flared in Karl’s eyes. “What’s this about, Dad? I’m always safe.”

“Come to the kitchen. We’ll have coffee. I’ll tell you everything.” He gazed at his son who reminded him so vividly of his beautiful dead wife, green eyes, dark blond hair, streaked with almond brown.

A voice from behind sent spikes of surprise and anxiety over him.

Serge rounded on the man who lounged against the doorframe. He saw immediately why his son had brought the tall, slender, and dark-eyed young man home. Well-cut tawny hair spiked up and framed a handsome face. Muscles moved under the white linen shirt the man wore. He was ‘hot stuff’ as his son would say. “You bit my son.” He spat the accusation.

Karl caught his father’s arm. “Dad.” His voice held a question as well as surprise at his father’s ferocity.

“I forgot myself. It was accidental. Forgive me, Karl?”

Karl stood and went to the young man whose expression had filled with contrition and affection. “For what, Dash? What’s going on?”

Serge followed his naked son to stand in front of the shifter. “Get out of my home.”

Karl spun around to confront his father. “What the hell…”

Dashiell Chandra silently walked away along the wide hall and exited the house. He cast a mournful glance at Karl then closed the door behind him.

Serge sagged against the bedroom doorframe. “I’m sorry. You need answers. Put something on. I’ll make coffee.” He walked to the living room and, just in case he’d been mistaken, he checked the animal had gone. The shirt and jeans were gone. Dash had been wearing them.

The water for instant coffee had boiled by the time Karl joined him.
Karl’s bright hair was damp and smoothed back from his face. He wore a pair of loose, low-rise jeans and a questioning expression. He checked the fridge and brought out a carton of orange juice. Without a word he took a glistening glass from the dishwasher, and poured the juice. He drank it before he held up the carton, offering his dad some.

“No thanks. Sit down. I need to explain.”

Karl took a seat at the big kitchen table and ran his hand through his hair. 

“They’re just love bites, Dad. One’s a bit sore, but it’s just a scratch.”

“There’s no easy way to say this. Please listen to the whole story before you react. It’s going to seem as if I’ve lost my mind.”
His dad placed coffee in front of him. Karl turned the cup around in the saucer.
“Your mother was a shifter, a leopard, and that’s what Dash is.”

Karl let out a snort. “Dad…”

Serge shook his head and held up his hand. “Please listen.”

His son sighed and slumped in the chair with a resigned expression, as if prepared to listen but not believe a word.

“Here in this city and surrounds lives the largest concentration of leopards in the world. Some of them are shifters. They roam with the ordinary animals at night. The shifters only become leopards at night, usually midnight and then with the rising sun, they regain their human body. They’re an ancient species. I know it’s unbelievable.” He gazed at Karl, desperate for his son to believe him. “That’s how your mom died. The truth is she was shot by a hunter as she ran with a raiding prowl of leopards one night.” His voice fell to a whisper, as he revealed what he’d never told his son before.

Karl slowly picked up his cup and drank some coffee. He sighed heavily. “It’s an urban legend, Dad. Mom was killed in a road accident. You need to let go now. It’s been years.”

Serge leaned forward. “Dash broke your skin. You’ll turn tonight. It’s manageable. If your mom hadn’t been a shifter you might have gotten away with it. It’s in your genes, son. I’m so sorry. I should have warned you, but I never expected … where were you at midnight?” He frowned, wondering at the timeline of his son’s encounter with Dash.

Karl stared at his dad and shook his head as he spoke. “This whole thing is ridiculous. I’m worried about you, Dad. I met Dash last week. We had a drink together. Yesterday evening I met him again in the city. You know how it is. We both knew sex was what we wanted. We got home about eight, talked, had a beer, kissed, it got heated—we had sex. I fell asleep and he was with me in bed. Next thing I knew you were there at dawn waking me up.”

“I found him, Karl. I found him as a leopard asleep in the living room.” Serge saw Karl’s expression become a mix of affection and worry.

“Dad.” He sighed the word.

Serge stood and went around the table to his son. He took a seat next to Karl, put his hand on his son’s arm, and looked into his eyes. “Your mom told me this. You’ll retain your human thoughts when you turn. You’ll know not to attack people, but the call of the animal will make you long for time with others of your kind. I’ll be there for you, but you need to stay home tonight.”

Karl burst out laughing. “Stop it. This is stupid. I’m taking a shower and then I need to get a little work done.”

Serge held back tears. A lump of sorrow formed in his throat, but he pushed it away. “I don’t want you seeing Dash again.” Horror that his son’s lover might introduce Karl to running with a group and so come to further harm gave his voice a commanding tone.

Karl turned to his dad and hugged him. “So that’s what this is about. You know I love you, but sometimes, Dad, you forget I’m no longer fifteen. I don’t have any romantic feelings for Dash. He’s hot, but that’s it. If I run into him around town I might have to apologize for you throwing him out of the house.” He stood and smiled at his dad before he padded off to his bathroom.

Serge watched him go, and then bowed his head, as finally tears streamed down his face.
Copyright E. D. Parr Evernight Publishing 
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Sunday, July 21, 2019

Remi was my oasis and I was going to drown myself in him #newrelease #Gayromance #MMromance Read a #teaser from @booksbygray


I worshiped at the altar of pain, surviving on avoidance, physical to avoid the mental, anything to forget what I’d lost. When Remi walked through the door, I felt like I’d paid my price for the passage through hell and been granted a taste of Eden. Remi was my oasis and I was going to drown myself in him. 

But life takes with no remorse and everything was a mirage. The past won’t stay dead and a cruel phantom comes to destroy our happiness. The more we need each other the further apart our lives drive us. I’m torn between my perfect past and the hope of an oasis, and either choice demands I cut out part of my soul. 

First book in the Inferno series: Clouded Hell

I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists. I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I'll never get over him. There isn't a chance in this clouded hell.

My lips pulled back as fire raced through my veins. I had no outlet for the rage that filled me. Rain started to fall, soaking us through instantly.
“I don’t know if I want any of that anymore,” I said.
“What? It’s who you are.”
I grabbed his shirt, shoving him into the car. “You are who I am.”
I forced his lips open with mine, kissing him. He didn’t fight me. He still belonged to me. I knew he felt it as much as I did.
I tugged at the fabric and he raised his arms so I could strip off his hastily put on shirt. I shoved his jeans down, without shame wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He dug his nails into my arm. “Dante.”
“Shut up.” I stroked up his length, and his fingers tightened, drawing blood. It mixed with the rain and ran down my arms.
I bit and sucked at his lips and tongue. His other hand found my hip and dug in. I pulled back enough to meet his eyes. He was savage with his nails.
“Do your worst,” I said. 
“You don’t want my worst.”
I grabbed his balls with my free hand and twisted, smiling down at him. He returned the gesture by grabbing my cock through my pants.
“We aren’t in the playroom. I will return all of it.”
I licked over my lips squeezing more and raising a brow. It seemed like challenge.
“Hurt me. I need it.”
Both his brows rose, and he nodded. “Are we doing this out here or are we taking it inside?” Remi unzipped my pants and dugs his nails into my cock as he freed it.

About the Author

Gray is a cynical Chicago native, who drinks coffee all day, barely sleeps, and is a little too fashion obsessed. He writes realistic and damaged characters because everyone deserves a happily ever after.


Books by JR Gray

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