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Friday, April 24, 2020

For #FirstChapterFriday who's ready to be showered with love ? #gayromance #MMromance #LGBT @parr_books @evernightpub


From, Shower You With Love

Chapter One

Chris hummed the catchy melody of a song he’d heard in the store where minutes ago he’d bought some groceries on his way home from work. He’d chosen his boyfriend’s favorite wine to drink with dinner in an effort to apologize for being late again. His meeting dragged on way past the expected time of conclusion, despite his efforts to curtail it. Surprised there were no lights on in the little brownstone he shared with his lover, Chris fished in his overcoat pocket for his house key. He juggled the paper sack of pasta, tomatoes, and wine as he fumbled the key in the lock. The half-stick of French bread somehow leaped from the bag and landed at his feet.

Chris succeeded in opening the door and flipped on the hall lights in a move that had his key falling to the tiled floor. He called out. “Andrew? Hey, are you home?” He strode to the kitchen and placed the paper sack on the table, then went back to pick up his house key and the bread stick. There’d been no answer from Andrew and he closed the front door. An unfamiliar emotion gripped him and his heartbeat sped up. Is Andrew sick? Chris took the stairs two at a time to the bedroom they shared. “Andrew?” He knew in his heart his lover wasn’t there. He switched on the pendant instead of the bedside lamp wanting to flood light on what was happening.

A note lay on the bed.

Sorry Chris. You must know we’re over. I’ve changed my phone number to avoid any uncomfortable conversations. Andrew

Chris read the note twice before he checked the closet. Andrew’s clothes and shoes were gone. Chris clicked off the light and, note in hand, went down to the kitchen. Andrew had never brought many belongings into the place other than clothes, shoes, and a handful of DVDs, but he had bought them both a coffee mug that proclaimed their love. Chris saw them, rinsed and upside down on the sink drainer. The sight brought tears to his eyes. Chris went to the fridge and took out a beer. He slumped on a kitchen chair, still wearing his overcoat, and heaved a sigh.

He turned over every loving moment they’d shared over the last six months until his head hurt. He looked among his memories for signs he could have missed that Andrew was so unhappy he’d just leave. He found nothing. I wish I’d paid more attention, but I thought I’d shown my affection, care… After an hour staring into space, he finally drank some of the beer, placed the bottle on the table, stood, and went to the hall, where he hung his overcoat on the hallstand.

Chris wandered back to the kitchen and made a cold chicken sandwich, only half of which he ate. He gazed around. The place felt very empty. There was work he could do, but he’d left important notes at his office, meaning to give Andrew his full attention that night. He went into the living room and put the TV on. Nothing captured his attention as he flipped through the channels hoping to fill the hollow that ached in his chest.

Sleep evaded him that night and he dragged into work the next morning feeling wrung out. He met his best and oldest friend, Phil, that night for a meal and ended up staying with him for the remainder of the week in the penthouse Phil rented with his girlfriend in the city. Phil and Kathy let him drone on about Andrew until something startling happened. Chris discovered he’d not been in love. True, he’d enjoyed being with Andrew, cared for him, but although he’d not expected Andrew to suddenly up and leave, he’d not expected them to last forever. In fact, he’d not given any thought to their future. He asked Phil as guilt flooded him, “Is that awful—am I a horrible person?”

Phil had glanced at Kathy, taken her hand as she sat beside him on the couch, and slowly shook his head. “If something is going to be forever, you know. It’s there practically right away.”

Two weeks later, Chris moved out of the brownstone into an apartment closer to his office. He’d always worked hard, now he worked harder.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing, 2020


Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.
Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.
Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.
In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.
Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?

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Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Sizzling Teaser Tuesday from #gay #scifi #romanticsuspense String of Pearls He spun around, suddenly self-conscious and worried because he hadn’t been with a man for so long and now here were two. @evernightpub @parr_books



Handsome, elite space pilot, Tobias Mars is completing a special mission, when on a water planet, recently ravaged by space pirates, he discovers Dreft Hann hiding and injured in the sand dunes.
There’s instant attraction between the two men, but honorable Tobias believes the fact Dreft is in his care precludes him from showing his growing love for the young man. What’s worse is his shocking discovery of Dreft’s real identity. Even so, Tobias can’t deny his feelings for Dreft.
When head of royal security, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn discovers Dreft’s secret, he anticipates trouble.
As beautiful Dreft falls in love with Tobias and dreams of joining the elite pilot squad, trouble is brewing from someone in Dreft’s past.
Will love finally win with so many obstacles in Tobias and Dreft’s path?

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Tobias stomped through the palace grounds. He pushed away his sexual needs as he walked around the rose garden three times and then he gave in. He exited the compound by the south gate and hailed a hire skeeter as it cruised by at the height of the castle walls.


The pilot dropped him on the sidewalk outside Temptations with a grin.
“Have a good night, sir.” He handed back Tobias’s currency-card having scanned it and taken the required fare.

Tobias nodded and slipped the card into his jacket pocket. “Thanks.” He strode into Temptations before he found an excuse not to. One of the hosts approached him.

“Good evening, Tobias Mars. It’s been some time since your last visit. What can I do for you?”

Temptations ranged over three floors and spread far along the riverbank. A pastel-colored building, elegant and turreted, it housed a nightclub for dancing, bars, a restaurant, and private rooms where customers could indulge in glorious sex with whoever they chose, man, men, woman or women. Renowned for excellent customer service, discretion, cleanliness, and fun, there wasn’t a more high-class establishment in this part of the galaxy than Temptations.

Tobias forced a smile onto his face. Even if this host remembered him, he had no idea who the man was. “Good evening. Yes. I’ve been busy. I’d like a companion, or two, for the night. Male, pretty—”

The host’s expression held nothing but acceptance. “Duet is available. I’ll show you to a room.”

Tobias followed the host up the wide, curved staircase that led to the rooms. Strains of music followed him as the double doors to the dance club opened and closed when customers left.

Inside an opulent room, the host poured fruit wine from a chilled carafe and handed it to Tobias. “Have a relaxing night, sir. Duet will be along right away.” He left Tobias standing in the middle of the room. 

A summer night breeze lifted the hems of the sheer drapes from the tall windows in small undulations. The many soft lights scattered around the room sent a comforting glow over a huge, low bed adorned with a white sheet. By the bed stood a table holding the cold wine, decorated boxes that Tobias knew from past experience held satin soft paper tissues, condoms, sex toys, lube in colored gel packs and herbal concoctions designed to prolong pleasure.
He placed the wine glass on the table.

A whisper of air as the door opened and closed alerted him to Duet’s arrival. He spun around, suddenly self-conscious and worried because he hadn’t been with a man for so long and now here were two.

The men wore nothing but wonderful colored face paint. Their jet-black hair fell down their backs in thick braids, their eyes, made even more blue by the blue color on their eyelids, sparkled like a tropical sky blue ocean.

Tobias gazed on their beauty and savored their hard-muscled bodies. He followed the V of their hips and his breath caught as his eyes traced their huge erections, the tips of their cocks bobbing against flat stomachs as they came to him.

Tobias closed his eyes as one of them slipped cool strong hands around his face and kissed him. The kiss woke his cock and he sighed as the other man opened his pants and pulled them down his thighs freeing his aching, rock-hard dick. He pulled back from the kiss. “I won’t last long the first time,” he murmured his concern.

Copyright E.D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 2019
From the author
The story is set in the same SciFi fantasy city as last year’s release, The Dreamboat.
Indigo Vaughn, the warlock head of security, features in the story along with a new cast of characters. When I wrote The Dreamboat, I already had the new characters in my head along with their story. Tobias Mars and Dante Pepper, the elite space pilots for the royal court, very nearly made an appearance in The Dreamboat, but because that story is about Indigo at last finding love, I decided they needed their own story.
Once upon a time Dante and Tobias were close to becoming lovers, but Dante met Viridian and fell in love. Tobias has yet to meet his love when String of Pearls, opens. He’s a man of high integrity, handsome, caring, but also longing for love and sex. String of Pearls is his love story.
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Friday, April 10, 2020

Uncovering and divulging an outlandish conspiracy will put a hard bump into any journalist’s career. New release #gay #PNR from @evernightpub and Katherine Wyvern


Thank you so much for hosting me today with my new release, The Elder Man. This story is very close to my heart, and to my life!

Over two years ago I made a drawing of my favorite model as an antlered forest god.  It sat quietly in my album for almost 12 months, but it kept pushing invisible roots all over my soul, until suddenly last year, this story began to write itself. It was light and sexy and full of humor (poking fun at city people baffled by the countryside is my revenge for how befuddling the city is to me!) but I soon became aware that there was more to it than met the eye.
In fact it became a tapestry of all the things I love most in my life, my barely tamed garden and my woods, my animals, my sculpting and natural building, my simple, off grid lifestyle, and the beauty and antiquity of the Dordogne, the region in SW France where I have been living for almost 10 years. I wanted to give a face to the bone-deep magic that I see and feel in all this.
My forgotten but still powerful forest god is the form I chose to express all that is wondrous, healing and grounding in my life.
Or maybe *he* chose me, and did his own thing. My characters notoriously tend to do that.
I did a number of illustrations, at different times, for this story.
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Uncovering and divulging  an outlandish conspiracy will put a hard bump into any journalist’s career, and Armin can only blame himself when he’s dispatched from Frankfurt’s skyscrapers into the depths of rural France on the unglamorous job of writing about a cobbing workshop.
Natural building is messy, dirty and sweaty work, but it has its consolations. For example, Van, the greying but undeniably hot master cobber teaching the workshop. Sure, the man is a hopeless tree-hugger, with embarrassing notions about ancient folklore and religions, but he’s still worth a week-long fling, right?
When Van is revealed in all his majesty and power as a long forgotten forest god, however, the week-long fling might well become entangled with eternity, on the edge between life, death, madness, and immortality.
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It was a recurring human figure, subtly hinted, here and there, never whole, never obvious, always just suggested in the curve of a tree trunk, half hidden in shade, and always crowned with horns or antlers, sometimes real antlers.
It seemed almost to Armin, once or twice, that Van’s wandering, wavering shadow had antlers of its own. Enough wine, he thought, blinking. What I need is black coffee.
“Why the antlered man?” he asked over Monica’s voice. The non sequitur took everyone by surprise.
“Eh?” blared Monica.
“I beg your pardon?” asked Mark, completely thrown.
Armin felt suddenly bashful and a little stupid, not to mention rude. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. It’s just that I keep seeing him everywhere, and I wondered…”
Edith, Meintje and Ella looked at him quizzically, all three head tilted to one side rather comically. Rebekka looked vaguely around, as if trying to catch the shape that everyone had missed.
Armin decided he could either explain or let them all think he was stoned, drunk, or tripping, so he pointed with his index finger to the wall. “I am not hallucinating. Look, right there by the window. And there, where the shelf meets the pillar. You can see an arm and a shoulder. And just outside the fireplace, near the table. He pops up all over the sculptures, if you look.”
Van was smiling. Jean-Pierre harrumphed, frowning, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Allie shot him a quick apprehensive glance.
“Why the antlered man? Who is it?” repeated Armin, a little confused, looking at Van.
Van shrugged. “He’s … Amun, and Silvanus and Pan, and the Leshy and Veles and Svyatibor … even the Minotaur, perhaps. There is a picture of him as old as fifteen thousand years in a cave in the Ariege, la grotte des Trois-Frères. The Sorcerer. Prancing fellow with antlers and a thumping big dong.”
Every woman in the room, including the young girls, giggled.
“Van!” said Allie.
He grimaced theatrically. “Sorry. All these old horned males. What can I say?”
“Van!”
“Anyway, some would say he’s the Devil, too, and Baphomet. And lately, just the Horned God. It all got twisted about since the Christians started messing with the old deities. And the Wiccans just made one big stew of it all to cover all the bases and be on the safe side. They may not be wrong however. In France, the Gauls came to call him Cernunnos or Carnonos or Cerunincos, which all simply mean the horned one or the antlered one. I suppose we might go with Cernunnos.”
He smiled.
Allie looked at him adoringly. Jean-Pierre scoffed.
“Wherever you look, there was always a god of the forest, the earth, the water… a god of low places, valleys, sources, meadows. His trees were always small trees. Healing trees. The willow, the elder, the rowan. Not a sky god. Not a war god. He was also, as often as not, a god of agriculture and fertility. And death and healing, even resurrection.  Fall, winter, and spring, the seasons. Nature again. It was easy in the old days to believe in such a divinity. And it was wise to pay tribute to him. Forests, fields, death, rebirth, the cycles and forces of nature were rather more … central.”
“They still seem central enough in this place,” said Edith, smiling.
Van bowed.
“But why the antlers?” asked Josefine. “It seems awfully impractical, even for a forest god.”
Van gave a wry laugh. “It sure is,” he said. But then he sobered and added, “There has always been something mystical about the stag and his antlers, in all the old Indo-European cultures. The stag was important enough to have his own constellation, roughly where modern astronomers place Ophiuchus. The Celts put it nicely, saying that the stag carried the solar disk in his crown. His antlers and his strength are greatest in the autumn, and they are lost in the winter and emerge again in the spring. He incarnates the death of nature and its awakening. He and Cernunnos are avatars of the fall, of the death of nature and its rebirth. Cycles again.”
“Is that why he’s sculpted everywhere?” asked Armin. “Do you, like—er—believe? In this… god?”
Van scratched his graying beard and gave him a roguish grin. “Let’s put it this way. Just on the off chance he’s still walking about in these parts, I’d rather not piss him off. Those olden gods...” He waved a hand and rolled his eyes, and everyone laughed, but Armin held eye contact with him for a moment and had a feeling Van had not spoken completely in jest.
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 I am delighted that one of them found its way to the cover of the book, thanks to Jay Aheer and Evernight Publishing. You can see them all on my blog, here: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.com/2020/04/the-art-of-elder-man-coming-tomorrow.html
Katherine Wyvern

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Who is Owen? #MMromance #gayromance Midweek sizzle #teaser @evernightpub Chris’s stomach tightened. He tensed with the sexual need that rippled through his body.





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The pretty song playing was thankfully slow. Matthew took Chris into his arms.

Instantly, comfort blanketed Chris. He held Matthew and closed his eyes. It only took seconds before he rested his forehead on Matthew’s. The melody flowed over him. The vague fragrance from Matthew’s cologne, soft, and like summer sea breezes filled his head. He relaxed in the intimacy of being hip to hip with the gorgeous man.

Matthew’s murmur teased gently on his lips. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

Soothed by the physical contact with a man after long months of not dating and keeping his head down with work, Chris let the pleasure guide him. He soaked up the feel of Matthew’s strong shoulders under his palms. He closed his eyes to bask in the sheer masculinity radiating from Matthew. The lure of brushing his lips on Matthew’s in a gentle exploratory kiss tugged at him. Surprised by this reaction after he’d been willing to leave the bar, Chris drew his face a little away from Matthew’s.

Matthew looked into his eyes. “I’m desperate to kiss you.”

Chris’s stomach tightened. He tensed with the sexual need that rippled through his body. He kissed Matthew and lingered against his mouth, merging his lips with Matthew’s in one kiss after another as a delicious feeling of desire and belonging coated him.

Matthew returned the kisses, and murmuring soft sounds, he swept his hand down from Chris’s back to his ass.

Passion rose in Chris, his cock thickened, and he pressed his lower body onto Matthew’s.

The gorgeous man in his arms smiled onto his lips. “I want you. I know you want me. Come home with me.”

Chris burned with longing. He couldn’t resist. “My car’s on the side street. I’ll drive us.”

Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing

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About Owen. Notes from E. D. Parr
Owen is a ghost. He’s waited for Chris for around twenty-five years … someone who can see him, see his world—the world his spirit inhabits. Destiny leads Chris to discover Owen. He’s the one able to free Owen’s spirit and set in motion the life magic that will lead Chris to Matthew. Who is Matthew really?
The similarities in the character Matthew and Owen are sprinkled throughout the last half of this love story purposely because Matthew has an uncanny connection to Owen, in fact for those who believe in soulmates, Owen might well be Matthew. You decide.
Shower You With Love
Words 23,636
E. D. Parr
MM romance, paranormal romance
Evernight Publishing January 2, 2020

Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.
Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.
Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.
In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.
Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?

Monday, April 6, 2020

Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost? #MMromance #gayromance #teaser Get to know Chris @parr_books @evernightpub



Shower You With Love
Words 23,636
E. D. Parr
MM romance, paranormal romance
Evernight Publishing January 2, 2020

Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.
Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.
Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.
In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.
Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?

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The early evening sun glowed in the sky. Birds still sang. The breeze caressed his face, gentle and warm. Only white wisps of cloud trailed across the sky. It was an evening meant to walk hand in hand with a lover.

Chris sighed and drank some of his whisky. Since his boyfriend left him nearly a year ago, he hadn’t met anyone who stirred his heart. If there were any gay guys at the gathering, he’d yet to identify them. Since he was the only gay man among his friendship group, Chris expected to be the only person who hadn’t hooked up with someone by the time the bride and groom met at the altar. He smiled to himself recalling a work colleague’s words about wedding festivities. “That’s what usually happens isn’t it … you sleep with someone out of sheer envy for the “glowing with love” bride and groom?” Chris had laughed when the guy put air commas around the words “glowing with love.” “Some might. I might not,” but in his heart he dearly wished for a gentle, handsome man to love. Chris was lonelier than he admitted to himself or anyone else.

Four days of games, parties, and outings stretched ahead of him. Chris forced a more positive mood. This is a beautiful estate. I should explore. Phil’s parents owned the huge old house on a wealth of gardens. Ben, Phil’s dad, ran his events planning business from there and often one or two of the large rooms were used for conferences. Presently, the estate was closed for two weeks as the families and friends assembled to celebrate Phil’s wedding.

He peeled the label that named him from his jacket lapel, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then left his half-empty glass on a bench beside a row of rose bushes, heavy with large pink blooms, and wandered off down the path that wound around the house. The hem of his jacket trailed along two of the flowers and the perfume shed by the roses followed him.

The path forked at a corner of the house, and Chris took the one that led into an archway of trees. The path beneath his feet changed. Some of the paving stones held large cracks where tiny white daisies grew among dark moss. Chris bent and picked one—so small, yet so perfect. He put it into the buttonhole on his collar. The tree branches met at their canopy and only a few slanting rays of sun penetrated. Some scented climbing flowers wove through the trees, twining around their trunks. Chris smiled, enjoying the fragrant enclosure. Peace dropped over him as he walked.

At the end of the path, he turned at a fork that led toward the house again. Chris considered striking out across the lawn for a look at what appeared to be a small round pond, but the evening sun had disappeared behind a bank of clouds. He glanced upward at the sky. A few large orbs of rain splattered on his face. Funny, only minutes ago it didn’t look like rain at all.

He walked more rapidly in the direction of the house as the sky became overcast. On this side of the building, he could see a long line of windows, two of which from that angle, seemed to be French doors, and they were flung open. As Chris neared them, strains of music floated in the descending twilight. Fairy lights glittered, strung across the tops of the doors, and as the rain fell, the drops reflected their silvery twinkle.

By the time Chris reached the entrance, dark stars of raindrops patterned his dove-gray suit jacket and dampened his face. Chris dashed into the room accessible from the large glass doors and froze. He’d expected this to be another way into the living room he’d left earlier, especially with the lure of music guiding him, but a totally different and smaller room lay before him, and in the middle of the parquet, a man danced a kind of waltz, alone, clutching a rectangular cushion to his chest.

Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing

Five facts about Christopher Everhart
1.   He’s a corporate lawyer
2.   He lives in an ultra-modern apartment, all glass, chrome and sparkly concrete
3.   He can’t dance
4.   He drives an SUV
5.   He loves burgers and salad

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