Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Sizzle with an #erotic #teaser for #throwbackThursday from #MMromance #gay #scifi #thriller #horror Love in Danger from E. D. Parr @parr_books and @evernightpub


Centuries ago, the planet they cherished was conquered, but now three warriors from an ancient race of gifted beings intend to remedy that.


Lovers, handsome Corin JaKobi and gorgeous Marcus D’Ath are members of an elite planetary squad that rid the city sectors of the mysterious and dangerous Fallen.

When an old friend uncovers the true horrific nature of the elders in the organization they work for, anger at their duplicity drives Corin, Marcus, and rogue squadron hunter, Zeb to plan for the ruling group’s demise.


It won’t be easy, and when Marcus is captured and detained at the elders’ pleasure, Corin’s white-hot fury at the thought of losing the man he loves knows no bounds.


Will Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to stop the horror that awaits him?

Can the warriors free the planet and return it to the lovely place it was before the aggressors arrived?

#ThrowbackThursday teaser 18+ (explicit MM love scene)

Marcus took off his leather jacket with its Zangnuit insignia, the only item of uniform he’d worn for the mission. Skycars were practically indestructible and heavily armed, so protective clothing was unnecessary. He turned to check on Corin who’d followed him into their living area.

Corin gazed at him with eyes so full of tenderness the look sent a melting sensation speeding through his body.

Corin dropped his jacket on a nearby chair.

“Marcus.” Corin breathed his name.

Marcus locked his gaze with Corin’s and a ripple of sexual excitement raced up his cock as he read the level of desire in Corin’s expression.

Corin grabbed him close in a hug, and kissed down his neck raising such delicious tingles, Marcus threw his head back to have more kisses there.

He pushed at Corin’s soft jersey shirt, and Corin moved back to drag it over his head and dropped it to the floor. Corin pulled Marcus back into his arms and rained gentle kisses over his mouth as he murmured soft sounds.

Marcus swept his hands over Corin’s back. The satin feel of his lover’s skin tore a low moan from him. He returned Corin’s kisses with growing passion. His entire body felt melted with love. He floated in a haze of delight as Corin kissed him and thrust against him so that the hard columns of their cocks met. When Corin pushed his hands inside Marcus’s shirt, he dragged himself away from Corin’s addictive kisses and tore it off. He crashed against Corin then, thrusting his hips on his lover’s, moaning low and grasping handfuls of Corin’s glossy hair.

Corin broke away and with frantic moves opened Marcus’s pants. He pushed them down Marcus’s thighs.

Marcus winced as his aching cock sprang free leaving a patch of pre-cum on his stomach. Pleasure coursed through him as Corin took his cock in both hands and stroked. He met Corin’s mouth in a kiss that threw him into a fog of sexual need so bad he groaned open mouthed onto his lover’s lips. “I need to come—I’m so hard I ache for you. Fill me.”

Corin tightened his grip on Marcus’s dick. His strokes increased as he kissed Marcus.

With every stroke, his thighs weakened. Marcus had to let go of Corin’s beloved body and lean a palm on the wall. He rocked his hips driving his leaking cock into Corin’s grasp as his orgasm hovered in his balls, between his legs, and his ass rim sparked with tingles from nerves used to having Corin’s dick excite them. Thoughts and words disappeared under the onslaught of delicious feeling and all he could do was thrust his hips. Powerful waves of sensation flew along his cock. He orgasmed with such intensity he couldn’t breathe or see. He dropped his face onto Corin’s shoulder and moaned there as his cum spurted.

It took long moments before he could raise his face to Corin’s and then a smile spread on his lips unbidden as he kissed his lover between phrases. “Corin, beloved … I love you so much … and, and that was awesome … fill me now … come inside me…”

Corin maneuvered him to the large couch by the window. “I’m not going to last even seconds once I’m in your gorgeous ass. Get those pants off. I have a cock-sheath … double extra lube, extra gossamer thin…” He snatched a large foil square from the pocket in the back of his leather pants.

Marcus watched, his breath catching as Corin pushed down his pants and his cock, huge and leaking escaped the confines. “Let me.” His fingers tingled as he contacted Corin’s, taking the foil from Corin. He tore it open and took out the protection dripping with lube, but so light when he rolled it onto Corin’s dick he felt the veins and throbs in time to Corin’s moans. He stood and merged his lips in a lingering adoring kiss on his lover’s and then turned and bent over the couch grasping the back and levering his ass up for Corin to fill.

His breath left him in a hoarse whoosh as the pleasure of Corin’s slick cock entered his ass. He closed his eyes and his own dick responded to the deep luscious sensation as his lover fucked him.

Corin held his hips, stroking in and almost out of his ass until Marcus was frantic to come again. His dick hardened and his balls lifted. A place under his balls but inside his ass that always raced waves of sparkling pleasure through him ignited with sensation, and he groaned loudly. A mass of feeling, almost mindless, he still registered Corin coming into him.

Corin’s fingers dug into his hips. He jerked and moaned. “Marcus…”

His name murmured with such tenderness, sent him over the edge, and he orgasmed again. His head fell forward as his cum dropped to the seat of the couch. He fought for breath.

Corin lay over his back and dotted wet kisses on his shoulder.

Marcus turned his head hoping Corin could reach his mouth to kiss him.

Corin responded and grazed his mouth on the corner of Marcus’s lips.

It took a while before he tried to move, during which time, his cock jerked with aftershocks of orgasm and Corin’s dick throbbed in his ass. He floated in pleasure until

Corin gently helped him up, sliding his dick from Marcus’s ass.

He twisted around and pulled Corin into a hug. “I don’t think I will ever have enough of your loving.”

Corin drew away from the hug. “Marcus, I want you to know you mean so much to me.”

Surprise spiked Marcus. He must love me. Is he afraid I will betray him the way Zeb did? Is that why he doesn’t tell me so?

I’ll never leave you. I love you. That won’t ever change.” He held Corin’s face and kissed him, pouring all the tenderness that surged in his heart for Corin into the embrace, but as he drew away, a worrying question dropped into his mind. Does he still love Zeb and has he just tried to chase that away after seeing him on the street? Marcus smiled gently at his lover. “Has what we just did anything to do with the fact we saw Zeb tonight?” He ran a fingertip softly down Corin’s face.

No, no. I wanted you.” He took Marcus’s hand. “Sometimes, the way you look at me, I’m compelled to grab you close, feel your skin under my hands…”

Marcus read hesitation in Corin’s eyes.

“Though, since you mention Zeb, something strange and dangerous is going on, Marcus, and seeing him, even after you told me he’d returned from banishment, until I saw him I’d pushed away this idea, but … I need to talk with him.”

A sigh escaped Marcus. Love and anxiety mingled. “What if we go right now and confront Zeb?”

Corin gave a slight nod.

“Okay, but on total stealth, on one skybike. Suit up.”

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 


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Writing Love in Danger from E. D. Parr,

When I wrote Love in Danger, I wanted the story to have a completely different feel to my other stories.

So what’s different in Love in Danger? The two main romantic heroes are already together as Love in Danger starts. They’re warrior partners and lovers. They’ve been together for some time.

Writing this story with the heroes already in love gave me such pleasure, I might have to write another story where this is the case. (Smiles) The love between Corin and Marcus is obvious, but Corin can’t admit that he loves Marcus by saying the actual words, and that forms the romance ‘conflict’ within the story. This Sci-Fi story has horror themes, and adventure.

Marcus adores Corin and isn’t afraid to say so. He’s a sweetheart and it shows in how we see him assisting Corin.

Both heroes are special to me. Their origins and courage are epic. Their love is red hot and tender. I don’t know any authors who don’t fall in love with their characters. I always do, so I hope that readers love Corin and Marcus. I hope too, that readers enjoy the inclusion of another warrior in the story, Zeb, who used to be Corin’s lover. He’s a big part of the story without being part of the romance.

I hope readers enjoy Love in Danger, as much I loved writing it.


Friday, June 17, 2022

Saturday Snippet #preview #teaser from E. D. Parr's upcoming release Dragon Bridge. #gayromance #PNR #MMromance #suspense #fantasy from @evernightpub

Saturday Snippet

Tired from his high stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes.

In a beachside café, next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza.

Beautiful, enigmatic Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to.

Claudio wants Key.

Key is enchanted by Claudio.

A passionate love grows between the two men.

When Claudio’s mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything to stay with his loved one?

Read the preview teaser

Key’s fascinated gaze traced each part of the acrobat’s torso. The shine on his skin indicated a moisturizer of some kind and Key allowed himself to imagine smoothing it on, slipping his palms over the acrobats stomach and down the funnel of his hips. His eyes mesmerized, with dark lashes and perhaps kohl liner. Tiny twinkling stars ran over his cheekbones and across the breadth of his chest.

Key sighed as the acrobat soared in a high arc through flaming hoops as if the height and heat meant nothing to him. This man was breathtaking. Key stared and wished he could somehow meet this acrobat. The others in the troupe receded into the background for Key. When beautiful Claudio smiled at him, for a few seconds Key couldn’t breathe and then, elated, he returned the smile.

As the performance ended, Key’s spirits fell. Maybe he smiles at any audience member. It’s part of being a performer. It meant nothing. Even so, he kept that smile in his heart. Key raked the crowd with an anxious gaze for the beautiful acrobat desperate for one last sight of him. Then the man was before him—older than Key had thought—more beautiful and talking to him—touching him. This proximity affected him so much Key had to force the words from his mouth to tell the acrobat that he couldn’t speak Italian. 

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Monday, June 6, 2022

The dark past Will thought he escaped from is not quite done with him. Releasing June 10, #gay #darkfantasy Witch Wolf. Read the #teaserTuesday from guest author Alexa Piper @prowlingpiper



Paranormal Romance, Gay,  Dark Fantasy

Date Published: June 10, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

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Will is a witch wolf, a werewolf who can do magic, but his life so far has been anything but magical. He was sold by his own pack and for four years, Will suffered as a slave to his captors -- who used him any way they wanted. Now, after a leap of courage has brought him to Colin’s doorstep, Will’s past should be just that, his past.            

Colin can see the new apprentice he’s supposed to teach magic has been hurt. Colin wants to comfort the young werewolf who takes to magic much more easily than he takes to human contact. Their attraction seems mutual, but how can Colin be certain Will even knows what he wants?

As slow affection grows between Colin and Will, Will’s magic does as well, and he allows himself a sliver of happiness. Except the dark past Will thought he escaped from is not quite done with him, and now, it’s not just Will's life on the line, but also Colin’s, the witch Will’s heart is beating for.

WARNING: Witch Wolf contains references to past sexual assault (with none of it happening on the page), which may be triggering for some readers.



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Copyright ©2022 Alexa Piper


Once upon a time, Will had sent wishes to the full moon with his howls, but what had come true for him were the slick slaps of skin against skin, stinking breath against his face, the taste of his own blood and other, unspeakable things. Will, instead of meeting a prince under the full moon, had been sold to beasts.

Will carefully turned away from the large form next to him in the bed. Everything seemed so loud in the darkness, the other man’s deep breathing, Will’s own, panicked heartbeat which had not slowed while he had waited for the small hours of the morning, refusing sleep. Will moved, inch by inch, away from the other man. Will refused to think what the other man -- Ed -- would do if he found Will sneaking out. What Ed had done was already more than Will wanted to think about.

Will had considered packing a small bag, but that would have been too dangerous. All he had dared was leave clothes under the bed, in such a way it looked incidental, forgotten laundry.

The floor was cold against Will’s naked feet. Carefully, he stood. He could say he’d just wanted to go to the bathroom if Ed woke now, but Ed was still sleeping, and so Will got his clothes, slowly pulling them up and onto his arms. He could not make too much noise. He had to get this right.

Will didn’t dare put the clothes on in the bedroom -- loup-garou hearing was sensitive. He walked through the dark house and to the kitchen, grabbing his shoes on the way. There were shards of a glass on the floor. Ed had thrown it in fury when Will had been too slow in getting Ed his beer. Will walked around the broken thing and quickly cleaned himself with a wipe. He gave one last look to the dirty dishes in the sink, then pulled on his clothes, more concerned with doing it as quietly as he could than about doing it neatly.

Before he turned the knob, he listened to the house, but it was quiet. Ed was still sleeping, and so was his pack of three, all of them loup-garous, all of them vicious. They might still hear the door, but if Will was ever going to run, then this was it.

He opened the door and crossed the threshold. Now, if they found him, they would know without a doubt that he had tried to run, and they would punish him.

Will closed the door as carefully as he could, but the mechanism made a small sound. Behind the house, the alley was dirty. Trash bags rustled in the wind, soda cans rusted and collected dirt. Will had to watch where he stepped so he didn’t make any more noise. His heart was thundering in his chest.

Out on the street, Will quickly broke into a run. He knew he had to put as much distance between himself and them, because they could shift and just hunt him down, and he couldn’t without the moon being full.

Winchester Boulevard, on foot, was quite a walk. It took Will an hour, and he ran most of the time, so when he finally got there, he was sweaty from running and trembling with the cold whenever he slowed down to catch his breath. The house he wanted had a large planter by the front door with a red and white plastic windmill in it. Ella had said the windmill would be there. It was such a silly thing, and there wasn’t even any wind to move its spokes, but Will nearly broke out in sobs with relief.

Will was scared to knock, but at this point, it was this or wait for Ed and his pack to hunt him down. And Will knew they wouldn’t just kill him. If it had been that -- if he’d known that would have been the worst he’d have to fear -- he might have given up at any point over the past four years, might have just accepted death. Everything else the loup-garous would enjoy doing to him -- that was what Will feared.

He was huffing when he stood in front of the door, but he didn’t hesitate to knock.

Will looked over his shoulder as he waited to be let in. This neighborhood was one of the nicer ones for New Elvenswood. The whole city tended to be largely clean and touristy, even if Will had never been allowed to see all that much of the place. The dilapidated house Ed and his pack had rented was the exception more than the rule as far as Will could tell.

Across the street, there was a light on in an upstairs room. Will imagined whoever was up was awake at this hour because of their own choosing. He imagined they were working late or maybe just reading. Just living their life. Will hadn’t lived in such a long time. All he’d been doing since he’d met Ed had been surviving.

The door opened, and Will flinched.

“Yes?” the vampire asked.

Will had known it would be a vampire, but still. This one, his sheer presence absolutely spoke to Will’s wolf nature, and the vampire’s demeanor made Will want to show his belly and submit. He was stunning to behold too, but in a sharp way: almost white-blond hair, icy eyes that had a hard darkness to them, a thin mouth set in a pale face.

With a last shallow breath, Will forced the words he’d prepared in his head out of his mouth. “Ella said you can help people in trouble. I… there’s a pack of loup-garous, and I need to get away from them. I can’t pay you, but I’ll do what you want. I’ll work for you.”

Will’s voice nearly gave out on the last part, because he started shaking violently. It occurred to Will that the vampire looked like a Viking, and his cold eyes were growing only more glacial in their regard. Will doubted the man had laughed for more than a minute in the last hundred years. And he wore nice clothes, really nice clothes. Will knew the vampire was a lawyer, but he felt silly now for asking for help. He expected the vampire to tell him to go and fuck off, just with nicer words.

“Come inside,” the vampire said instead and opened the door wider.



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Saturday, June 4, 2022

#pridemonth on the #MMromance #blog with a #steamySunday snippet from love story #gayromance Shower You With Love #LGBTQ stories on @evernightpub


From Shower You With Love #SteamySunday snippet 18+

Matthew turned on the shower mixer, stepped in, and let the warm water run over his face. Happiness danced in his heart and he smiled. Water ran along his lips. He moved to let Chris join him, thankful he’d installed a double shower.

Chris stepped close and slipped his arms around Matthew’s wet body. He kissed Matthew.

The tenderness in the kiss overwhelmed Matthew. He ran his hands into Chris’s dark hair, and held him there returning the kiss with a soft murmur.

Chris swept his hands along Matthew’s body and grabbed his ass, pulling him against the hard shaft of his cock. He whispered into the kiss. “I still want you.”

Matthew thrust his own dick in a long slide along Chris’s stomach. “I want you, too.” The warm water spray drenched him in comfort. The steam enclosed Matthew in a cloud of sexual sensation as Chris shifted and grasped his cock in a tight wet fist.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing

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You find yourself in a place you never meant to be. Somehow, your feet have led you to your destiny. Delicious, spooky, hot and romantic, Shower You With Love. 

5 stars

A hauntingly touching short story that tugs at your heart, the first half made me cry, such a sweet tale. You will feel for Chris and hope he finds his love

5 stars

So as not to give away any spoilers, this review is going to be short and sweet just like this story. Shower You With Love is a quick read but it's packed with all the things I love about an E.D. Parr book. Hot men, romance, love, a touch of mystery, mixed with kindle-melting sexy scenes. I loved the paranormal element, it was mysterious and particularly poignant. I was pulling for Chris to find the forever-kind of love he was searching for. I thoroughly enjoyed this sweet story and finished it in one sitting.

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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Friday, June 3, 2022

#pridemonth on the #MMromance blog with a #Saturdaysnippet from E. D. Parr's delicious #gayromance Shower You With Love #LGBTQ stories on @evernightpub


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?

Read the #SaturdaySnippet

With delight shining from his clear blue gaze, he approached Chris. He held out a hand in greeting, while his other arm dropped to his side and the cushion bounced on his thigh.

“Owen Elmdale. Oh, is it raining? Spring, huh?” He sparkled at Chris, a smile on his handsome face.

Enchanted, Chris took the offered handshake. “Christopher Everhart.”

Owen’s smile turned into an amused grin. “Elmdale and Everhart, sounds like a law firm.”

Chris still held Owen’s hand. He smiled. “Actually, I am—a lawyer that is.” He gazed into the blue eyes locked with his, and read attraction there. Warmth rose through him. For a few seconds a feeling of belonging blanketed him, and then he let go of Owen’s hand, and stood wondering what to do next.

Owen used the freed hand to hover a fingertip on the daisy in Chris’s buttonhole. “Lovely, but wet—so is your jacket.” He trailed the fingertip down Chris’s sleeve.

Chris gave a tiny nod, delight filling him under these ministrations. “It will shake off.”

Owen stepped away. “I’ll get us a drink.” He dropped the blue velvet cushion on the couch as he passed.

Chris ran his hands through his hair surprised to find it wasn’t as wet as he expected.

“I can offer whisky, oh, and there’s vodka, but I have no ice.”

Chris had been correct. A black tie hung untied around Owen’s collar. The ends fluttered on the finely pleated front of Owen’s dress shirt as he faced Chris with this information.

Chris went to him. “Whisky is good.” He watched Owen splash the liquid into two heavy glasses and longed to touch the beautiful man. His skin still glowed from their handshake and he closed his fingers over his palm in an effort to keep the feeling alive.

The stars granted his wish.

Owen turned to him, and in handing Chris the glass of whisky, their fingers trailed on each other’s.

Owen’s eyes locked with Chris’s in a look of recognition and communication.

A tingle sped over Chris. His stomach tightened. I have to get to know him

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About Owen. Notes from E. D. Parr

Owen’s waited for Chris many 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.

E.D. Parr

Tomorrow I feature #SteamySunday snippet from Shower You With Love