Friday, February 7, 2020

Valentine sets out to charm and capture Dale in his sparkling aura. #FirstChapterFriday #gayromance #MMromance #modern #scifi

Fashion photographer Dale Walker takes a train to his hometown, relocating there after nursing a broken heart for six months in another city. His train makes an unscheduled stop to take on a mysterious passenger.
For a long time, Valentine Steel has hoped to meet a man who will love him. When he sees Dale on the train, he’s overjoyed to find a vacant seat beside Dale.
Dale’s immediate attraction to Valentine has him on edge. He doesn’t want another broken heart, and yet Valentine is so magnetic Dale’s frozen heart begins to thaw.
Valentine sets out to charm and capture Dale in his sparkling aura. He can’t let the chance to have Dale’s love slip away. 
Be aware MM sex, explicit love scenes, a love story with HEA

Chapter One (18+ language)

“Sorry, I, er, I never meant you to find out like this, Dale.” Jack’s voice held only the tiniest note of contrition. He threw the quilt over the naked guy who sat with his cock erect and a glimmer of a smirk on his face in their bed—the bed Dale chose for Jack and himself nearly two years before—the bed Jack had sworn was his favorite place on earth as long as Dale was naked in it.

“Why, Jack? I thought we had something special.”

Jack shrugged, and the tip of his dick bobbed on his stomach as he took a step toward Dale.
“Look, I just got bored…”

The guy in their bed knelt and sheathed his cock in one hand. He slid his fist up and down the hard column. “Hey, babe, don’t keep this hard-on waiting.”

Dale turned away. “Babe?” He shot Jack a look full of pain. “I’ll come back for my stuff next week—Wednesday. Don’t be here. I’ll put the keys on the hall table when I leave then.” He strode out of the bedroom to the front door of the apartment.

Jack followed him halfway. “I’ll keep in touch. We can still be friends.”

Dale spun around. Sadness and fury mingled. “Don’t fuckin’ bother. I’ve been gone four weeks, four fuckin’ weeks, and you couldn’t wait for me…” Tears burned behind his eyes. Disappointment made his voice tremble. He raced out of the door and took the elevator to the street entrance of the building as nausea rose in him and his throat constricted with sorrow. He stood on the sidewalk with his cases of camera equipment and duffle bag. It was hard to breathe. He looked around. A cab cruised along behind a couple of cars. Dale flagged it down with a shaking hand. He gave the address of a hotel he’d once stayed in a couple of blocks away. He bundled his luggage into the cab. His chest felt raw as if he’d been running a long way.

The strange feeling only dissipated when he sat on the small couch in the hotel suite he’d taken and sobbed.
Copyright E. D. Parr , Evernight Publishing

Erotic gay romance, modern scifi, HEA

From the author:

The story ‘Falling Star Valentine’ was inspired by shooting stars. We all know shooting stars are falling meteorites, but the romance remains when one streaks across the midnight blue sky, and when two, in close succession, zoom over the night vista as you stand on your hotel balcony, it’s a sight to behold. I travel a little with my day job and in the autumn of 2016, I had to travel a lot more than usual. One night when I couldn’t sleep because I was churning worries around, I went out onto the balcony of the hotel room I was staying in and stared up at the sky. The night sparkled cold and the sky displayed an array of stars suddenly seeming only meters away a shooting star flew across my line of vision, then another as if it followed the first.
I’m a die-hard romantic and immediately my sweet but sexy character, Valentine Steel, had formed in my head. He’s Falling Star Valentine on his way to visit earth. Will he find love?
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