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Thursday, June 3, 2021

The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. #gayromance #gayerotic #MMromance from author E. D. Parr @parr_books for a #pridemonth #FirstChapterFriday


First Chapter Friday from 

The Thief of Hearts, gay romantic erotica

Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick. 

Chapter One


“Blake, Blake, can you hear me?”

“Yes, yes … sirens. I can hear sirens.”


“Mr. Aster, welcome back.”

Blake opened his eyes. His head hurt. His face hurt. He raised his hand to touch where the pain was. His fingertips met some kind of covering.

“Do you remember what happened?” The doctor leaned forward. “I’m going to shine a light into your eyes. Don’t worry the glare will fade. Follow the light with each eye in turn.”

Blake winced at the brightness of the penlight as the doctor looked into first one and then the other eye.

He drew away. “Tell me what you remember.”

With a rush, the memories of the attack overwhelmed him. He stared at the doctor. “How bad is the cut to my face?”

“There are a number of stitches, but you’ll heal. I can recommend a good plastic surgeon when you’re ready. You’ll be here a couple of days. You’re not concussed, but we’d like to keep an eye on the wound. There’s a detective waiting to interview you. Do you feel up to it?”

Still shaky, and with the words ‘plastic surgeon’ giving him a surge of anxiety, Blake tried to reach the water on his bedside table.

The doctor poured for him and handed him the glass. “Take it easy.”

Blake sipped. “I’ll talk to the detective.”


Eight months later


“Can I get you anything, Blake? I’m going down to the bakery on the corner.” Kathy, his assistant, hovered by the wide oak desk with her glasses as usual sliding halfway down her nose. She pushed them up in a gesture Blake recognized as habit.

He smiled gently as he answered having become fond of the older woman who often treated him like a son. “I have a lunch meeting, so better not indulge in pastries today. Thanks for asking.”

“Is it in the diary? I don’t remember a meeting.” A concerned frown deepened the wrinkle between her brows.

“It’s not business, well not a case that will earn us money. I’m going to do some pro bono work. You’d be surprised how many people desperately need help.”

Kathy’s expression of concern deepened to horror. “Blake, the last time…”

He cut her off. “The last time isn’t likely to happen again. I’ll take care. I appreciate you worrying about me.” Blake gave her an especially affection laden smile.

Her shoulders drooped. “Okay.” She practically backed away and then went through the door with a grunt as if it had suddenly become too heavy for her to pull open.

Blake gazed at the closed door considering Kathy’s reaction. Hell, I can’t not do the work I want to, just in case anything unpleasant happens. I’m not even going to think about it.

He checked his coffee. Cool enough to drink. Kathy made the hottest coffee ever. It escaped Blake how she did it. He picked up his favorite stoneware mug and wandered to stare out at the day through the enormous plate glass windows of his eighth-floor office.

He cradled the mug in both hands. A weak sun filtered through dove-gray clouds. Blake longed for summer. Spring was cool and rainy this year. It echoed his forlorn mood most of the time. Summer meant he walked to work and sauntered home in the light evening, stopping to eat at one of the cafés, bistros, or restaurants along the way. Summer meant he might meet a guy in one of those places, if he was lucky. Blake sighed and drank some coffee. It was about time he met a guy and yet he lacked the confidence that anyone would ever want him again. I don’t have the heart to go to bars anymore, and I might run into John.

Lost in reverie, and shielded by the noise reducing double-glazing of the building, he didn’t hear the approach of the suspended scaffold containing the window cleaner. The cradle appeared before him on the other side of the glass and a gorgeous guy stared right at Blake.

Blake’s heart pounded. He had no idea why, except that the young man’s eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, and the smile that slowly spread over the window cleaner’s face contained undisguised appraisal.

Blake took a step back from the window. He’d moved too quickly and some coffee lurched out of his mug. He shifted sideways to avoid it splashing his pristine white shirt. With a murmur of annoyance, he glanced at the young man on the scaffold.

The blue eyes held mirth, twinkling at him from the deliciously handsome face. The smile became a moue, and the window cleaner gave Blake a hands-out shrug.

Blake read the whole gesture as sympathy, but far from it helping him, he felt like a fool doing a dance of surprise and desperation. He looked down at the dark wave shape on the carpet made by the coffee and sighed. Am I so lonely that the sight of a handsome man turns me into an idiot? Yeah…

In an effort to gain control, Blake dared to lift his gaze to the man outside. He’d expected water to smear the glass, but the guy hadn’t made any effort to clean the window so Blake had a clear view of the striptease the window cleaner engaged in. He lifted the t-shirt he wore at the hem and in a tantalizing move slid it up his torso.

Blake’s mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, muscular chest on display. The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. Blake caught his breath at the bulge in the front of the blue pants as the man thrust his hips a little taking the t-shirt over his head before he dropped it beside him onto the cradle floor.

Blake stared in open appreciation of the broad shoulders and muscled arms before him. A sigh escaped him. This man gave him butterflies. Blake’s cock stirred as the guy leaned close to the glass and blew him a kiss. A smile spread over Blake’s face as happiness took him over. He didn’t even care if the guy was mocking him. He allowed himself to enjoy the show.

The window cleaner’s movements as he cleaned displayed his delectable body. The bulge in his jeans grew as he worked.

Blake soaked up the sight. Hell, he’s hung like a horse, and now—now I reckon the way I’m ogling him is turning him on. Blake couldn’t stop the shimmer of joy that crept over him as he considered this. Maybe I’m not so ugly after all. Then Blake’s lack of confidence kicked in and he sagged. The guy must be used to adoring gazes. He probably does this stuff for the girls downstairs in the magazine design office. I bet he takes his shirt off and unbuttons his pants. I bet he flashes the top of his black CK’s at the accountant on the next floor.

He turned away from the window, carefully held his coffee mug, and went back to his desk. Blake used a laptop most of the time, but on the side of his desk, a flat screen monitor stood wired into the network. He pulled the monitor along and slid the keyboard across his desk.

Blake hid behind the flat screen to write up some case notes for the rest of the morning. He resisted the tug of desire to check on the window cleaner. Several times he had to force himself to concentrate. The sight of the hot guy outside his window unsettled Blake. He’d forced away acknowledging his acute loneliness and desperate need to feel a man’s hard body against his own, but now both overwhelmed him.

He read the sentence he’d just keyed into the document. A ridiculous typo halfway through brought a curse from Blake. He fixed it, saved the document, and stood. I’d better get going to that appointment. He flicked his eyes to the time on the computer toolbar. Good thing I suggested the restaurant. I’m short of time. Blake figured the social worker didn’t get many invitations to lunch at the French place he’d chosen. Her eyes had lit up when he’d told her it was his treat. She knew he was gay so there was no mistake. Even though she’d told him to forget the scar on his face, that he was still an attractive man, it was the food she fancied and not him.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing.

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Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Celebrating the start of #pridemonth with a #midweek #teaser from, The Romantic, #gayromance #MMromance #LGBTQ An @eXtasybooks editor's pick #PNR Just who is the strange old man Ethan meets on the train to work?


When Ethan Goss decides to ease a broken heart by finding a new apartment, he never dreams that he’ll also find the love of his life.

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, who just might be a left over mythical god, 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?

Celebrating the start of #PRIDEMONTH with a #midweek #teaser from 
The Romantic

...his elbow caught someone’s arm as the crowd thickened waiting for their ride to the city.

“Sorry.” Ethan turned to the person he’d jolted.

An older man, his face leathery and lined, nodded at him. His silver hair fell over his forehead in a curl.

“That’s okay. It’s cold today, don’t you think?” His pale-blue eyes traced a path over Ethan’s face.

The feeling the old guy was assessing him in some way put a tiny frown on Ethan’s face. He turned away.

The train arrived, and Ethan boarded with the rest of the morning commuters. He glanced around. Surprised to find an empty bench seat, he sat quickly.

The old man he’d bumped took the space beside him. “Lucky, huh? There’re usually no vacant seats.” He put a walking stick with a strange looped snake handle between his knees.

Courtesy made Ethan answer, even though he wanted to bring out his tablet computer and use the time catching up with that day’s real estate ads. “Yes. It’s good.” He opened his bag and pulled out his machine. A year ago, he’d bought a SIM card that fit the tiny slot and gave him access to the internet wherever he was. Ethan kept it topped up with credit. He put the computer on his bag that sat on his knee and opened the browser. He visited a few real estate websites and checked the lists of places available.

“You’re looking for a new apartment?”

The man’s voice interrupted Ethan’s scrolling. He smiled at the old guy. Maybe he’s lonely and just hopes for a little conversation. Ethan had seen it in grocery stores where the clerk conversed with an old person who came into the store regularly, as much for company as supplies.

“I am. It’s time I found a place closer to my work in the city and I need a change.”

“You live alone?”

It was a question, but a statement at the same time, as if the man already knew, and either was checking his information or didn’t want to seem as if he knew.

Ethan hesitated. Could the guy be a front for some crew of burglars? No. He just wants to chat. “I do. I used to have someone in my life. The place seems empty without their visits.” Some of the loss Ethan carried lifted from him at this confession.

“Ah, you split with a lover. That’s hard. Boyfriend?”

A grin spread over Ethan’s face in recognition of the old man’s cool modern-thinking question. Amused and intrigued by this, Ethan nodded. “Boyfriend.”

A strange expression crossed in the old man’s eyes.

Ethan tried to decipher it. Relief…satisfaction?

Then in a flash, it had gone.

“Do you still care for him?” Kindness shone from the observant blue eyes, and the old man suddenly gave a glimpse of how he might have appeared as a young man.

Handsome…caring, enigmatic. Lulled into answering by the strange thoughts, Ethan spoke. “I don’t know. Probably not. I hurt from how he left. I’m lonely.”

The man heaved a breath, and a tiny frown appeared between his eyes.

For a few seconds, Ethan wondered if he’d revealed too much, and then he recognized concern in the man’s expression.

“Yes, so many people are.” The man fished in the inside pocket of his overcoat. He brought out a business card. Impressively, he tumbled it across his knuckles, until he held it out to Ethan. “Victor Mercury. I’m an agent—real estate and such. Here’s my card. As it happens, I’ve recently opened a new office in the city. I’d love to show you some of the properties I’m handling.”

Ethan took the card. Grecian blue with a gold border, like an early morning summer sky, the card glowed a little. He rapidly scanned the information printed there.


The Agent Pty., Victor Mercury, 7 Boardwalk.


A phone number followed. There was no mention of real estate. Ethan glanced up into the ice-blue gaze. His own eyes held a question.

Victor Mercury nodded enthusiastically. His eyes twinkled as if someone had thrown stardust into a beautiful lake. “I like minimalist business cards. Call me as soon as you can. As it happens, I have something I think you’ll love.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes, eXtasy Books


Sunday, April 25, 2021

New #MMromance from @MTasiaAuthor , Trey Book 8 in #TheGates #series #gayromance #LGBTQ



The Gates Series, Book 8

M/M Romance

Published: March 2021

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group


Talk about preconceived notions. NYPD Detective Anders Nilsen is sure Trey Stoneham is the scum of the earth: a tell-all journalist with a sketchy PI background. But truth is stranger than fiction, and it turns out Trey is a hero twice over.

When a serial killer Trey helped put away escapes prison, Anders has to stick to Trey like glue, which happens to be a job he’d gladly take on for a lifetime.

The road to falling in love is fraught with emotional and perilous landmines, and Trey is fine facing danger – he’s dodged a bullet before. Well, not really, but it didn’t kill him. Falling for a real-life Viking might do him in, and what a way to go.

Unless Trey’s able to face down the demon from his past and put him away for good, happily-ever-after will remain the stuff of novels.

Books in the Gates Series:


The Gates Book 1


The Gates Book 2


The Gates Book 3


The Gates Book 4


The Gates Book 5


The Gates Book 6


The Gates, Book 7


The Gates, Book 8

About the Author

M. Tasia is a M/M romance author who lives in Ontario, Canada. She's is a dedicated people watcher, lover of romance novels, 80s rock, and happily-ever-afters (once the MCs are put through their paces, of course), who grew up with a love of reading. She's a firm believer that everyone deserves to have love, excitement, and crazy hot romance in their lives. Love should be celebrated and shared.

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Friday, April 23, 2021

Rubbing One Out #newrelease #MMromance from @SusanMacNicol7 #paranormalromance It doesn't take long for the men to admit - and act on - the attraction between them.



M/M Romance

Date Published: April 2021

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Ah, There's The Rub

Zoologist Ben Sinclair has a thing for quirky antiques. The brass lamp he purchased was supposed to be decorative. Interesting. A conversation piece. It wasn't supposed to contain a person.

Now he's got an annoying yet tantalizing man living with him who knows nothing about personal boundaries. Plus, Ben has wishes to make before his genie disappears.

Except, Ben doesn't want Daeliel to disappear. Lithe, exotic, and other-worldly, Ben's never met anyone like him. It doesn't take long for the men to admit - and act on - the attraction between them.

When the zing turns into something deeper, they have to figure out how to get what they both wish for before Dae must leave.

About The Author

Susan writes steamy, sexy, and fun contemporary romance stories, some suspenseful, some gritty and dark, and she hopes, always entertaining. She’s also Editor-in-Chief at Divine Magazine, an online LGBTQ e-zine, and a member of The Society of Authors, the Writers Guild of Great Britain, and the Authors Guild in the US.

She's also an award-winning screenplay writer, with scripts based on two of her own published works. Sight Unseen has garnered no less than six awards to date, and her TV pilot, Reel Life, based on her debut novel, Cassandra by Starlight, was also a winner at the Oaxaca Film Festival.

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Sunday, April 18, 2021

Subtle glances, suggestive smirks, passing comments laced with innuendo...Cameron Heiser and Josh Goldstein have been quietly flirting for years. #newrelease #MMromance @emilymimsauthor @buroughspubgroup



Durango Street Theatre, Book 6

M/M Romance

Published: March 2021

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group


Subtle glances, suggestive smirks, passing comments laced with innuendo...Cameron Heiser and Josh Goldstein have been quietly flirting for years. Just when the time seems right to act on their desire, Josh’s focus shifts when unexpectedly, he becomes father to his young niece and nephew.

Cam doesn’t date men with kids. Too many complications. He likes his fun to flow with the pace of his life. He comes and goes as he pleases, and getting involved with someone else’s family is more than he’s willing to take on. Even for Josh.

But the pull is too strong, and they strike a deal. What they have has to remain separate from Josh’s family life. No kids involved. What starts out as the apparent perfect solution turns into everything Cam swore he wouldn’t do. Josh’s time is not his own, and Cam is not good with waiting on the sidelines.

Miserable apart, Cam sees no way to make it work until fate’s hand pushes him in a direction he never saw possible. No one is more surprised to learn, love really does conquer all.

Other MM Books in the Durango Street Theatre Series:

Wade's Dangerous Debut - Book Three

Star of community theater, Wade Baxter's been living a lie for years, and to hold on to the man he loves, Wade must shed his demons and step into the light.

Boroughs Publishing Group

About the Author

Author of over 25 Romance novels, Emily combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons, she and her husband split their time between Texas and eastern Tennessee. For relaxation she plays the piano, organ, and dulcimer.

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Saturday, April 10, 2021

On the ParrX blog #giveaway to enter and chapters to read from #gayromance #SciFi Love in Danger


Go over to the E. D. Parr blog to read chapters from gay SciFi , Love in Danger, where the author is talking about the story and has a giveaway running

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Aiden's about to be mortally wounded, but an angel watches from an apartment balcony. Can he get to Aiden in time to save his life? #gay #paranormalromance #adventure #MMromance #LGBT #ThrowbackThursday #giveaway

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?

Read a Chapter teaser in #throwbackThursday

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, Evernight Publishing, 2019

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Wednesday, February 10, 2021

New Release Playing to Score from @LisabetSarai #MMromance #BDSM Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. Read a story #teaser


New Release!

Playing to Score

By Lisabet Sarai


MM BDSM Erotic Romance

16,700 words, 65 pages

Smashwords and Amazon KDP

ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005046934


With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay

Matt was supposed to be just a hot hook-up. Then he turned on the charm and brought out the bondage gear.

Jason Hofstadter comes to the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament for two reasons: to play for the trophy and to get laid. Every year since his first, he’s managed to score with one of the other guys attending. He figures that he’s hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time.


Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to top him. Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up facing Jason across the board in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings: about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.


Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Crossed Hearts. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

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Clusters of empty chairs lined the wall. Most people were standing, jostling for a position in the queue as the officials settled themselves behind the registration desk.


One armchair was occupied, however, by a loose-limbed man who appeared to be in his mid twenties. His tousled head bent over a sheaf of papers. Jason crept closer, not wanting to startle his prey. The young man was dressed in worn jeans and a short-sleeved plaid shirt that screamed WalMart. On his feet were dingy basketball sneakers. Under the clothes, though, it looked like the guy was well-built, lean and strong. Jason suspected he might be a farm kid, though he didn’t have much of a tan. Jason’s cock stirred. This one looked promising.


The seated man looked up, staring into space through his dark-rimmed eyeglasses. He seemed oblivious to Jason’s presence. Jason could see the youth’s lips moving. The boy was cramming, memorizing the two, three and four-letter words that were so important to tournament strategy.


“First championship?” Jason asked softly. The other man started like a frightened rabbit.


“What?” The guy struggled to focus on the man interrogating him. “Um―yeah. Is it that obvious?” A smile transformed his serious face. Full lips curved invitingly, revealing perfect teeth. Brown eyes twinkled behind those sexy schoolboy glasses.  A dimple appeared in each cheek.


Jason laughed. His tailored jeans suddenly became much tighter. “We all do it. The memorization. The alphagrams. But at the tournaments, we don’t admit it. We’d like to pretend that it’s all genius, no sweat or study involved.” He settled himself in the chair next to the black-haired novice then, confident that his companion would accept a fait accompli, asked, “Mind if I sit down?”  Spreading his thighs, he tried to relieve the pressure in his groin.


The other man’s eyes flicked in the direction of Jason’s swollen crotch. The movement was tiny, almost imperceptible, but Jason noticed. Yes! 


“I’m Jason.” He held out his hand.


The other man’s fingers were smooth, long, well-manicured. Not a farmer, then. “Matt. Matthew Sawyer. Pleased to meet you.”


“The pleasure is mine.” At least, I hope it will be, Jason added mentally.


“I gather you’ve competed here before?”


“This is my sixth time.” Jason couldn’t stop staring at Matt’s face. Something about those lively

eyes, that laughing mouth... “Last year I took second place.”


“Wow! Congratulations.” Matt’s admiration seemed completely sincere. “Guess I’m not likely to be playing you, then.”


“Well, you never know. It depends on the other players. As well as your own skill, of course. What’s your rating?”


“I’ve never played an official tournament. We’ve got a little club at home―back in North Platte―but mostly I don’t have the money to shell out for tournaments.” Matt levered himself out of his chair and stuffed his crib sheet into his back pocket. “Maybe we should get in line. It looks like they’ve finally started the registration.”


Jason stood as well. He could see that he’d guessed correctly. The guy had a great body. Matt was close to Jason’s height but probably weighed more. He was more solid than Jason, but he moved well. His muscles were well-defined without being exaggerated. A fine sheen of moisture glistened on his bare arms.


Jason’s nostrils twitched as he caught a whiff of the other man’s clean sweat. He stole a glance at Matt’s groin, but the jeans were too loose to tell how the guy was hung.


With some luck, he thought, I’ll know soon.


He led Matt over to the desk. “Go ahead, get in front of me. Did you pre-register?”


Matt looked over his shoulder to answer. “Yeah. You?”


“Always. Makes things go much more smoothly.” That and the lube I brought. Two tubes. After all, he wouldn’t want to run out.




Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.


You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (, along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (, she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: