Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Sizzle with some Snowflake Wine #gay #holiday story #MMromance #fairytale #MMromance #gayerotic #midweekteaser ...he guided Jamie’s hand to his torso. “I like the way you touch me.”


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Nathan parked his car in the wide gravel area alongside the squat apartment building where Jamie lived. His heart pounded as he followed Jamie Snow to the entrance. This seductive man in his expensive suit attracted Nathan more than any guy he’d ever met. He knew he’d resist nothing on offer that night. Thoughts of being naked with this hot guy filled his head. He longed for it. One-night stands weren’t exactly his style, but Nathan was sure this encounter would lead to more, and the need for sex after so long without it, wove a sweet web of temptation around him.

Nathan sighed over the sight of Jamie’s hard backside in his suit pants. He sighed over the broad shoulders and elegant way Jamie moved. He hungrily watched the way soft tendrils of Jamie’s fashionably cut hair caressed his handsome cheek, as if a soft breeze moved with the delectable man, and he longed to run his fingertips through them to take them behind Jamie’s sapphire pierced ear.

“Here we are.” Jamie unlocked a door to the left of the lobby. “Come in, Nathan.”

Nathan’s eyes closed with pleasure for a moment as he registered the tenderness in the way Jamie spoke his name. He passed Jamie in the entrance and stopped to wait for his host.

“Let me take your jacket.” Jamie held out a hand.

Nathan pulled off his jacket.

Jamie opened a door and hung it in the hall closet. When he turned to Nathan, a little frown creased between his gorgeous ice-blue eyes. “Your shirt is still wet. You can’t be comfortable. Let me find you something to wear and I’ll run that through the tumble drier. I bet the inside of your jacket is wet, too, now.”

Nathan grinned at this concern. “I’ll be fine. It’ll dry off quickly in here.” He shrugged away the offer.

Jamie accepted his refusal. “Come down to the kitchen I’ll make coffee and we can talk.” He ran his hand through his hair to take it from his forehead and led the way.

Nathan leaned against the kitchen counter as Jamie made coffee. “This is … nice. Thanks for inviting me.” Small talk was harder than he remembered. A ripple of self-consciousness made him bow his head.

Jamie stepped directly in front of him. “I couldn’t resist. It seemed the only way to see … more of you.”

Nathan raised his head. He gazed into Jamie’s blue eyes, darkened with what could only be desire. “More of me?” His stomach clenched at the ambiguity in Jamie’s tone.

A delicious smile appeared on his host’s face. He moved closer. “Nathan, I already tried to get your shirt off … keep you with me longer is what I meant. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t attracted to me. I’m so very attracted to you.” He leaned in and softly kissed Nathan.

Nathan knew the kiss was coming. Jamie’s intention was obvious. Deep inside Nathan ached for it, and more. He held Jamie’s waist with gentle hands and returned the kiss. The lingering pressure of Jamie’s lips stirred his cock. Thrills of pleasure roamed through his balls. He snatched another kiss before Jamie drew away. Greedy for contact with Jamie as desires he usually pushed away surfaced, Nathan drifted his hands to Jamie’s hips.

“I wish you’d let me dry your shirt. It’s soaked. Take it off.” Jamie ran fingertips across the wet shoulders of his shirt.

“Okay.” Nathan released Jamie, opened the buttons halfway, and pulled the shirt over his head. He caught the tiny murmur of appreciation Jamie made and smiled. In fact, if you said get naked I would.

Jamie took the shirt from his hand. His fingertips swept over Nathan’s palm.

Nathan’s stomach tightened at the touch and jerked his cock. He caught Jamie by the wrist as his host turned away and pulled him close. He ran his tingling palm around Jamie’s handsome jaw and kissed him.

Jamie sighed softly onto his mouth as they broke the kiss. “I’ll toss this in the drier.”

Nathan let him go and watched as he went through an open door at the back of the kitchen. The sound of a metal door opening and closing meant Jamie must be in the utility room. The familiar rumble of a drier started. Jamie appeared through the door and closed it. He strode to Nathan and took his hand.

“Come with me.”

Hell, yes. Nathan allowed himself to be led along the hall and into Jamie’s bedroom. He followed as Jamie brought him to a closet.

Jamie took a sweater from a hanger and held it up against Nathan’s chest.

Nathan’s breath left him in a soft murmur as Jamie touched his skin. He desperately wanted Jamie’s hands all over him. He gazed into Jamie’s sparkling eyes, took the sweater in one hand, and with the other, he guided Jamie’s hand to his torso. “I like the way you touch me.”

Jamie trailed his fingers over Nathan’s muscles. He held Nathan’s gaze as he swept his palm along Nathan’s skin. “I like what I’m touching. You’re gorgeous.”

Nathan shook his head. “Am I?” He reeled with lust.

Jamie didn’t answer. He kissed Nathan’s neck and ran his hands down Nathan’s body. He leaned away. “I promised coffee.”

Nathan had trouble breathing. His cock rocketed into a hard column. The kisses on his neck sent streaks of delicious feeling flashing along his shoulder. When Jamie turned and walked from the room, he followed blindly, pulling the soft sweater on as he walked.

In the kitchen, his host poured coffee. “We’ll take it to the living room. Cream or sugar?”

Nathan had difficulty speaking. His dick strained at his jeans. “Black … no sugar is good, thanks. I, I don’t mind staying here in the kitchen.” He gazed with longing at Jamie. I want you bad. He couldn’t say it.

Jamie must have read it in his eyes. He left the cups of coffee on the counter. He came to Nathan and pushed him to sit on a chair pulled out from the table. “I need to do this. I’m aching for you.” He opened the fastening and zipper on Nathan’s jeans as he bent and kissed Nathan’s mouth.

Copyright Elodie Parkes , Encompass Ink

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.


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N.B. this story contains explicit MM love scenes

From the author:

The story is contemporary gay romance with an edge of fantasy, especially written as a sweet but sexy fairytale-like Christmas treat.

Jamie Snow and Nathan Bloom, my characters, are as usual, dear to me.

Jamie has battled all his life with his strange, fantastic gift. His is the character that brings the element of fantasy to the story. The inspiration behind the creation of this character came, weirdly enough, in the summer, when I visited a ruined abbey. In the grounds were flowering shrubs that I’d never encountered before. From a distance, the flowers looked like frost, and as I drew close, into my mind came the idea of Jamie, a sprite who loves cold, ice, frost, and to comfort himself in the warm weather, he decorated the shrubs with frost flowers. 

Nathan Bloom is the perfect partner for Jamie—gorgeous, calm, loving and open. He’s looking for love. He’s onto Jamie’s gifts long before he lets Jamie know it. This is a love story—romantic, steamy, hopeful.

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Behind the Title with #gayromance #detectives #gay #mystery Wren and Deverel #LGBTQ Read the passage that gives the story its title


Lucian Wren and Beau Deverel have always been friends. They think they know everything about each other, but they both hide a secret desire. They’re devoted to each other, but they’ve never revealed the depth of their feelings.
When Lucian starts a private investigation service, and Beau joins him in the fledgling agency, little do they know what a delicious, close encounter on their first case will lead to.
This case is bizarre. Is there a hidden reason the client has chosen their newly formed agency for such an important job?
As Beau and Lucian dive headlong into the mystery, their relationship deepens, and their friendship changes forever.

Read the passage that gives the story its title

“Every PI needs a sidekick.” Beau Deverel’s handsome face took on a pleading expression.

“No they don’t. Investigating can involve confidential information, not meant to be shared with just anyone, and if you were my sidekick, it would be.” Lucian Wren sat on the end of the desk and crossed his arms. “I know that look and it won’t change my mind.”

“Come on, Lucian, I can keep secrets. We’ve hung out together forever don’t shut me out of this. I promise I’ll never divulge anything to anybody, except you, naturally. You have my word. Have I ever broken that oath? Well, have I?”

A grin flashed across Lucian’s face. “You have not. I’ll keep you to that promise. Catch.”

Beau grabbed the card that Lucian tossed to him out of the air with a rapid swipe of his hand. He flipped it over to read it.

“Wren and Deverel, Private Investigators—you were teasing, you already included me in the business. Card’s a little plain—could we add something—a picture of a revolver maybe?”

Lucian Wren smiled, affection flooding his eyes for his longtime friend. “No. The embossed border is enough embellishment. We need to appear ultra professional. I’ll be having our phone numbers added later when I have an office number.”

Beau nodded and pushed the business card into the top pocket of his jean jacket.

Lucian gazed at him for a long moment.

“What?” Beau frowned.

Lucian shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “You’ll have to get a license.”

Beau sighed before he asked, “How?”

“You don’t need to do much to qualify, what with your firearms experience, just a few hours working for me as your supervisor and hey presto...”

Beau appeared downcast. “Oh, okay.”

“Is there a problem? We’ll be working together most of the time. The qualifying period isn’t much.”

“I guess having a law degree and that police academy training made it easy for you to get fixed up with the relevant licenses?”

Lucian’s gaze traced the planes of Beau’s face. He lingered soaking up the sight of Beau’s enticing lips, and then looked quickly back into Beau’s attractive green eyes. “Sure, but I did work with that PI in Salem during vacations, remember? Hey, Beau, it’ll be easy for you. A couple of week’s solid work and you’ll be licensed. What are you worried about?”

Beau smiled and leaned close. “Now you ask, since you believe in me, not a thing.”

Lucian’s heart flipped. Sometimes, when Beau was near, Lucian had to drive down an urgent need to kiss him. Lucian couldn’t even imagine what would happen if Beau discovered how he felt. He preferred not to dwell on the possible answers. He moved back from Beau’s proximity. “That’s okay then.” Lucian slipped away, and walked to the window of his study, set up in the second bedroom of his waterfront floating home. He opened the glazed door and stepped out onto the rain-drenched balcony.

Beau followed him and leaned on the white rail to gaze out across the dappled river.

“Where’s the office?”

Lucian broke into a laugh. “Not here. I’m leasing an office in the city. I’ll show you as soon as I get the keys.”

Beau straightened. “Wow, that’s great ... bet that costs a packet. Hey, are we going out to eat? I’m starving.”

Refreshed by the air, and having banished his desperate need to hold Beau close, Lucian answered. “You’ll be surprised at the cost, it’s not too bad, and I wanted to do it right, you know, have clients come to a real office. Let’s get going if you want to eat.” He led the way back into the house and closed the doors that locked with a key on the inside. Lucian turned it and put the key in the top drawer of his desk.

Copyright Elodie Parkes , Encompass Ink an imprint of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

MM romantic mystery

Join Lucian Wren and Beau Deverel as they fall headlong into a strange art crime and love...




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