Magical #MMromance for #midweektease Hidden Magic @evernightpub Rowan’s sudden move, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him, stopped Owain’s gabble. He sank into the soft joy of Rowan’s lips on his.

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I had this story in my head for months before I started to write it. The elf, Owain Lovage, was so clear in my imagination but not his lover to be. Rowan kept disappearing and then reforming. I knew he had to be special because Owain is so sure he can never have a human partner.

Owain is lonely but he’s a happy soul, already in love with nature and as much as Rowan stirs him as they meet, Owain is calm and takes the love poured out to him from Rowan like gifts.

Rowan is highly sexual and used to taking what he needs from the men he meets. He pursues Owain from the start, but as soon as they connect, he’s lost in a pull of attraction he’s never felt before. He falls in love with Owain long before he knows it.

There’s a twist, as always, in my romances and of course a happy ending. I hope you enjoy the passion between these two men and the fun in the build to the end where I allow life to play tricks on them the way we all know it can.

Warning: This MM love story contains, MM sex, rimming, frottage, in the frequent love scenes

Paranormal gay male romantic erotica, Hidden Magic, 114 pages

Gorgeous Owain Lovage belongs to an ancient family of elven beings. A glamor hides his elf beauty as he runs a reindeer farm and visitor center in an English rural town. He’s yearning for a handsome, sexy man in his life. Owain hardly uses his magic these days, but that’s about to change.
Rowan Carter reluctantly leaves California to stay with his folks on vacation for the holiday season in the town where Owain lives. 
Everything is so much better than he expected. Already enchanted by the lovely scenery, snow, and Christmas lights he fleetingly meets Owain. 
Captivated by Owain’s looks and masculinity, Rowan seeks him out. 
Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what he has in mind to do with this red hot guy.
A deep erotic passion ignites between the two handsome men and sets in motion an ancient magic spell that will change both their lives forever.

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Owain’s desperation grew in the night. He used magic to make coffee after spending too long in the shower. He walked to work trying to calm himself and before he knew what he was doing he used magic to speed and lift his steps. Only when he went through the small gate to the stable area, and, from force of habit, turned to close it, did he realize he’d left no prints in the snow. He dropped his feet to the ground. The layer of snow made a dull scrunch as it compacted.

A frown creasing his forehead, Owain entered the stables and went to the large enclosure where his older red deer had a space each. Their winter quarters made them impatient to work, and Owain soothed them with his magical touch. “Shush, shush, I’ll let you run in the paddock today after the school visit. The forecast is for sunshine by noon. Not that you care if it snows.” He stroked them, affection in every move. The deer snorted softly.

He was at his desk checking the staff roster on the computer when a worker brought Rowan to him. Owain’s heart thudded as he stood to greet Rowan. He minimized the document window and went around the desk.

“Thank you, Ben.” He dismissed his colleague with a smile, but as soon as Ben had closed the office door as he left, Owain went to Rowan. “It’s great to see you. I, er, I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”

Rowan gazed at him, his eyes glittering with pleasure. “To visit you—how could I not? I thought about you all night. I almost called the cell phone number on your business card. Is it your personal number?”

Owain nodded as he answered. “I wished I could call you. I thought it might be too soon. It is my personal number. The landline number is for the farm, but I didn’t want the staff bothered by after-hours calls, hence my number—”

Rowan’s sudden move, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him, stopped Owain’s gabble. He sank into the soft joy of Rowan’s lips on his and pushed his hands around Rowan’s waist to hold him fast and linger in the kiss, until the sensation of floating in a haze of lust became real and Owain lifted them both from the ground.

Rowan broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Your kisses are—”

Panic made Owain’s stomach churn, and he brought their feet to the floor thanking any deity listening that he’d only elevated an inch or so. “—so are yours.” He caught his breath resting his forehead on Rowan’s.

Rowan smiled, finishing his sentence. “So sexy.”

Pleasure closed Owain’s eyes.

Rowan pushed his arms around Owain’s neck and pressed his body close.

Rowan’s hard body against his enticed until Owain swept his hands down to Rowan’s ass and grabbed it to thrust his erection on Rowan’s. The hard column of Owain’s cock straining against his pants rubbed on Rowan’s. Owain sighed into his soft kisses. “This is no place to make out.”

Rowan whispered between hungry kisses. “Lock the door. My dick’s leaking. I’ll lose it and come soon. Let me suck your cock. You have to want that.”

Owain’s urgent desire overwhelmed him. He edged to the door, simultaneously kissing Rowan and bringing him to lean there. He couldn’t lock the door from inside, but they could block entry with their bodies.

Rowan opened his jeans and dragged them and his underwear down his thighs. His huge cock sprang free. He moaned low and grabbed Owain’s hand to close it around his dick.

Owain gasped as the shape and feel of Rowan’s cock in his hand sent sparks of pleasure down his body to pool in his balls, and his own cock jerked against his pants.

“Uh, uh, fucking hell.” Rowan thrust his hips, and his dick shifted in Owain’s fist.

Owain tightened his grip and slipped his other hand around Rowan’s body to finger the crack of Rowan’s hard ass, as he took kiss after kiss from Rowan’s open mouth.

Rowan’s cum shot over Owain’s hand and along his wrist. Rowan ground his cock into Owain’s grasp as he moaned. He stilled slowly and returned Owain’s kisses. “I need your cock in my mouth, fucking now—” He pulled away from Owain and dropped to his knees.

With shaking hands, Owain helped his lover open his pants and push them down his thighs along with his underwear. Rowan’s lick along his aching cock made him groan.

Rowan lapped at the head of Owain’s dick as he grasped the shaft. He circled feather-light touches around Owain’s balls with his fingertips.

Owain’s stomach clenched tight. He couldn’t breathe. The feel of Rowan’s lips around his cock set him moaning. The tight, wet friction as Rowan brought his dick in and out of his mouth nearly sent Owain to his knees. He grabbed Rowan’s shoulders and let himself thrust. Streaks of sensation gathered between his legs. His balls lifted high under Rowan’s touch. Owain’s orgasm stormed over him with pleasure so exquisite he fell back against the door, and as his knees sagged, he struggled not to groan too loudly.

Rowan held him there, waiting until Owain had pumped all his seed into his throat. He stroked Owain’s tense stomach, forcing more moans to escape, and his cock throbbed in Rowan’s mouth.

“Rowan—” He murmured the name, wanting to kiss those lips that had brought him such pleasure.

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For a fleeting moment, Tobias wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect lips and hold that muscular body to his own. #midweektease #MMromance #SciFi @parr_books @evernightpub

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String of Pearls

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.

Tobias Mars gazed at Dreft lying on top of the bed in room ten of the infirmary. Hari’s treatment had worked wonders and not only on Dreft’s wounds. Hari had cleaned Dreft up. His hair, now a dirt-free glossy hazelnut brown was brushed back to show off the handsome planes of his face. Hari had replaced Dreft’s strange boy-like clothes with the infirmary’s grey cotton pants and t-shirt. The man was, as his colleague, Dante, put it, deliciously pretty. For a fleeting moment, Tobias wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect lips and hold that muscular body to his own. He shook the thought away.

Dreft opened his eyes and a shy smile spread on his mouth. As Tobias neared him, he shuffled up the bed to sit. “Thank you so much for helping me, sir.”

Tobias pulled a chair beside the bed and sat. “My name’s Tobias, Tobias Mars—no need to call me sir. How are you feeling?”

The handsome man’s eyes held gratitude. “I’m so much better. Thank you. I noticed the insignia on your jacket, sir.”

Tobias grinned as his fingers went to trace the gold and blue embroidered crest. “I’m one of the queen’s pilot explorers. I guess you could call us the elite unit. All the same, call me Tobias. I’d like that.”

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A Virtual Kiss

E.D. Parr

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Hunky Nate Hathaway can’t resist the lure of private Virtual Reality rooms in a new Internet café that opens on the street where he works. He’s lonely and intrigued by the VR program offering a boyfriend experience. After only one date, Nate is hooked on Jason, the sexy, kind VR character.

Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. He’s also the body model for the boyfriend. A twist of fate brings Nate to his attention. Determined to meet dishy Nate, he reveals who he is.
Passion sizzles between the two men as they fall in love.

Trouble is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.

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“Hi, babe. It’s great to see you.” The guy greeted Nate and then kissed him.

Nate’s entire body went into meltdown. The kiss was so real he grabbed the VR man and pulled him close, crushing against him.

The man returned the kiss but gradually drew away. He held Nate’s hand and brought him to a table outside the café. “Let’s get coffee. Did you eat yet? You look tired.” He reached out a hand and swept gentle fingertips down Nate’s cheek.

Surprised at the comforting gesture, Nate closed his eyes for a second to soak up the touch. He opened them and gazed at his VR boyfriend. “I’d like to hear about your day. I’m not hungry, coffee’s fine.” What will I call him? Does he have a name or do I just assign him one? Hell, he is gorgeous.

A server brought coffee. “How lovely to see you again, Jason, and you’ve brought Nate along tonight. The usual for you both?”

Nate blinked under the beaming smile from her. How does it know my name? Must read the credit card or Cory keys it in when he sets the room going.

She placed their cups on the table.

Jason. Nate smiled at his VR man. Yeah. I like that—a mythical name for an unreal guy.

Jason locked his gaze with Nate’s. Attraction and desire flared unmistakably in the cobalt eyes.

Nate’s stomach clenched. He leaned a little forward to take in the affection from his boyfriend’s expression. Comfort, warmth, and gratitude mixed with the urgent need to kiss Jason again. He looked down at the table, unsure how to go on.

Jason stood and pulled his chair along next to Nate’s. He sat and slipped an arm around Nate’s shoulders. “Hey.” Jason held his jaw and lifted his head. “Kiss me.”

Nate looked into the blue eyes.

Jason’s lips met his. He merged his mouth on Nate’s in a soft press then lingered, dotting little kisses on Nate’s parted lips, before slipping his palm around Nate’s head and deepening the kiss.

Overwhelmed with the tenderness and sex in the kiss, Nate pulled away and stood. “I have to get back to work.”

Jason stood, too. He made a grab for Nate’s hand. “What, tonight? That’s unusual. Will I see you tomorrow?”

Nate stared at the gorgeous man, shocked at the realistic way Jason’s voice held need and worry. 

“Yes, of course. I better go now.” Unable to resist, he hugged Jason close. It was just as if he held a real man to his body. He soaked up the feel, let go of Jason, and strode to the wall where the door to the room had been. The VR scene provided a row of shops along the wall. As the dreamlike quality of the experience remained, Nate sighed and tried every one of the handles on the doors, until one swung inward and he charged out of it into the corridor. His credit card popped up from the device slot. Nate snatched it. He put it into his wallet as he walked the length of the corridor.

Cory drank coffee from a paper cup at his desk. He gave Nate a wave. “See you again.”

Nate passed him, dashed up the stairs, and raced along the corridor to the young woman’s desk at the entrance.

He called, “Good night,” walking quickly by her, and wove through the tables and computer desks until he pushed open the glass door and stepped into the evening air.

Nate froze in the cool breeze. He breathed deep. This was real. The café building behind him was cream brick, chrome, and dappled glass, the bank over the street serious gray stone blocks with an ATM inserted along one wall. Nate stalked along the sidewalk glad of the traffic nearby, happy with the occasional blast of carbon monoxide until he reached the entrance to the subway. He went down to the platform.

On the train home, he gazed ahead as he hung from a ceiling strap surrounded by late commuters. It’s as if I’ve been with a real person. I can just about feel his mouth on mine. Fuck, he’s hot. I wish he was real. Should I go tomorrow?

Copyright E.D. Parr 2018 Evernight Publishing, releasing Thursday August 23

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Underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men #midweektease #MWTease #newrelease #MMromance #gayromance @evernightpub

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MMromance, Love on Show

Love on Show

Dishy Justin Harper plays gay bad boy, Brandon in a TV show that’s fast becoming a cult classic, but Justin hides the fact he’s gay in real life. When a new actor is cast to play his TV show love interest, Justin can’t deny the raging attraction he feels for gorgeous Caer Rossi.

Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?

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Six weeks later, after Justin Harper filmed his show’s last two episodes for the half-season, the cast and writers met to start on the next ten episodes. They’d film them during the break in broadcast of the show. At midday, Justin plodded to the big room where everyone met to do a read through of the first episode. His entire body ached. He wondered if he’d caught a cold, a virus, the flu—but he knew he longed for Caer.

Every morning, if he slept at all, he woke and the first thing that dropped heavily into his mind was the loss of Caer. He dragged through the days. His acting suffered. His patience practically none, he snapped at people who didn’t deserve his harshness. He couldn’t eat much and he stopped going to the gym. Nothing was right. Not one thing was okay.

He lost weight. It would be noticeable on film. The writers explained it in the story.

Brandon misses Stephen.

Justin yelled at Sam Griffen. “How fucking ironic is that?”

The writer frowned at him. “Sorry, Justin, I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Justin threw the script down. He stood abruptly. His chair toppled backward and fell over. He stormed out of the room. Petra came after him.

“What’s going on, Justin?”

He rounded on her with tears threatening. “I miss Caer. I’m nothing without him.”

A frown sprang between the AD’s eyes. “That’s not true. You’re still—”

Two tears slid from his eyes and tracked down his face. “Still what? A lying coward, not worth his love, but he did love me. I felt it in his every touch—saw it in his eyes the day I let him leave.”

Petra took a deep breath and kindness entered her eyes. “Do you love him?”

Justin’s shoulders drooped. “I do.”

“Then go after him.”

Justin’s heart lifted. A tiny spark of joy entered. “Could I?”

Petra nodded as she answered. “’Course you can. What’s stopping you?”

“This, this show … my job…” Justin waved his hands around in the air.

The AD sighed. “Ask yourself, can you live without this show, or can you live without Caer?”

Justin widened his eyes as the realization that he couldn’t flowed over him.

“I don’t think I can live without him.”

“Then go after him.”

Justin’s thoughts whirled. “What will happen to the show?”

Petra shrugged. “Maybe it’s had its day. Shows get canned. Maybe this show just doesn’t come back from its hiatus.”

Justin widened his eyes. “I’ll see you around, Petra. Thanks for everything.”

She smiled. “See ya.” She gave him a little thump on the arm, turned, and strode back along the corridor.

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Will was out of breath. His words had tumbled from his mouth. #midweektease #MMromance @EncompassInk

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A Forever Kind of Thing

It hadn’t been that long since Josh left, but he’d effectively disappeared. Will was frantic by the time he caught sight of Josh on Railroad Avenue. He slowed on the street alongside Josh. He’s not seen me, or has he? Maybe he’s not interested any more and is ignoring me. Maybe I’ve fucked it up for good. Will stopped the car and sprang out. Tourists had appeared and Will dashed past them. He called out. “Josh, Josh, hang on.”

Joshua glanced back over his shoulder so he must have heard Will call out.

Will saw him falter, walk on for a few steps, then stop. Will raced to him.

“Josh, please. I’m so sorry. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. I never meant to imply you’re not good enough. In fact, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m such a fool. I guess I’m so used to being able to say anything that I didn’t think about the words I used, but they were just words, Josh, just words, not feelings, not real things. I have so much. I have everything I could ever have wanted or want, but not you and you’re what I want. If this sounds weird after we’ve only really connected for a couple of nights then I don’t care, but, Josh, I’d give it all up to have you in my life. That’s the truth. Please come back to the house and talk with me. I can’t bear to see you go like this. Even if you decide you can’t be with me after we’ve talked let me get you home.”

Will was out of breath. His words had tumbled from his mouth. His heart hammered and his stomach ached. He was standing on a discarded ring pull from a canned soda that dug into the sole of one foot. He rubbed his forehead. His eyes hurt as if a whole sky full of tears waited to pour from them like rain. He gazed into Josh’s blue eyes. He knew the moment Josh was going to go back to the house with him because happiness appeared in those gorgeous eyes, and even though Josh’s tone of voice was undecided, he seemed to relax.

“I do wish things hadn’t turned out this way. I will come back with you, but I’m still not sure we can work things out. I feel pretty inadequate right now.” Josh looked around then as if to check who might be listening.

It made Will smile. He gave a nod designed to show Josh he understood perfectly. He suddenly couldn’t keep his hands off Josh and he slipped his arm around Josh’s shoulders.

“Thank you. I have a car just a little way back.” He gently steered Josh in the direction of where he’d left the SUV.

Josh stayed within Will’s embrace, but he didn’t touch Will. “Don’t tell me you have a limo waiting.” There was amusement in Josh’s voice and it gave Will hope.

Will desperately wanted to show Josh he could be less the wealthy businessman and more the friend or lover. “I don’t in fact. It’s my old Jeep from before I made it.” Will didn’t feel truly okay until Josh was sitting in the passenger seat of his car. He didn’t start the engine right away. He reached for Josh’s hand and held on tight.

“Josh, I might already be in love with you. It sure feels as if you took a huge piece of my heart with you when you charged off, but I don’t blame you for leaving. You wrote that song for me. You came to me in the club just when I was about to disappear from your gigs, that has to mean something. Maybe fate … it feels as if we’re meant to be together.” Will heaved a sigh. “You don’t feel the same, huh?”

Josh shook his head. “No, I do. Yes, I do. I do feel the same. I really wanted this to work.”

Will started the car. “Let’s get out of here. I usually go into the office Saturday morning, but to hell with it. You’re more important right now.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink

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A Forever Kind of Thing

They want each other. Their chemistry is scorching. Their encounters erotic.

But Josh is running in the opposite direction as Will longs to love him.

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He started down the stairs again. His thoughts churned. His stomach ached. He gripped his jacket so hard his knuckles turned white. #MMromance #midweektease @ElodieParkes #EncompassInk

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Heart in Chains

When Connor Douglas takes a tropical island holiday, he hopes to leave heartbreak behind. Little does he know the extent of the danger and sexual temptation that awaits him.

Long after Jay Levesque has closed down his operations on the very same tropical island, the memory of Connor haunts him.

Warm nights and scorching sex has someone’s heart in chains.

Erotic MM romantic suspense

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Jason Landry leaned back in his desk chair and folded his muscled arms across his chest.

“This isn’t my field now and you know it. Give it to Mark.”

The special agent in charge of the department stood his ground and stared right back at him.

Jason ran a hand through his hair as he stood. “I mean it, Lucas.” He flicked the folder with a fingertip, sending it skidding across the top of the desk. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and stalked off. As he ignored the elevator and took the stairs, the memories he pushed away daily, flooded back. He stopped running and grabbed the handrail, his head bowed. Jason let the pain flow over him. He’d learned it was the only way. Surf the wash of guilt. Take the hit from the pain of what he used to be and then move on. He still carried his requisite Glock 23, but he sure didn’t want to use it. He’d seen enough and done enough to last him ten lifetimes. No more fucking killing, he told himself.

He started down the stairs again. His thoughts churned. His stomach ached. He gripped his jacket so hard his knuckles turned white. He stormed past reception and the guys on the door without the usual acknowledgements. In the coffee shop, he stood in the line-up seething, but he knew he’d have to take the assignment.

Jason walked back to the office calmly carrying the paper cup of mocha. This is gonna be the last fucking time I take this kind of job.

* * * *

Connor was the last to board the boat heading for the Gili Islands.

He’d spent too long over breakfast watching the parade of gorgeous muscular guys passing close to the café on their way to the surf beach. Usually Connor was into intellectual types, with dark hair that curled on their collar and PhDs, but these surfer guys practically had him drooling. A marine biologist, Connor had lately taken an interest in sea turtles, and, since he needed a vacation as far away from Brad as possible, he’d flown to Indonesia where the array of islands promised to provide the opportunity to study turtles, scuba dive, sail, and generally have a great vacation.

Having run along the wharf and dashed up the boarding stairs just in time, Connor dropped his backpack onto the deck and hung over the rail to watch the amazing ocean change color as the boat cut through it. Everything he’d seen so far had outstripped his expectations.

He’d visited beautiful pale green oceans before, but the crystal clear sea lapping at the bleached white sandy beaches of Lombok was breathtaking. Every Indonesian island was paradise. Warmth greeted him each day, a far cry from Massachusetts, where he frequented Woods Hole, and where Brad, his former lover worked. The breeze here was soft, kind, and even when it rained brought with it huge saucer-sized warm drops. Connor shivered just thinking about the biting wind off the ocean in winter where he lived, and the icy rain that always found its way down his coat collar.

He gazed around at the shimmering water. All shades of aqua and green sparkled as if an exotic, jeweled, silk scarf spread out on the ocean. Ahead lay a lazy boat trip to Gili Island. Connor had purposely chosen to join this special service in the traditional wooden outrigger instead of a faster powerboat. He reveled in the freedom and difference of his surroundings. He breathed in the air and soaked up the beautiful scenery. His broken heart was slowly healing in the bright, tropical environment.

It was six months since he’d come home to the place he and Brad shared to find him in that old clichéd act of fucking another guy. The pain when Brad admitted he no longer loved Connor and that he’d been seeing this guy for months was excruciating. Connor was torn apart by the betrayal because Brad had been making love to him, and telling Connor how much he meant to him the whole time. That’s what hurt the most—the fucking lies. I never knew anything was wrong—I was completely unaware—what a fool.

Connor shook off the memories. He’d told himself countless times that he had to stop beating himself up, if nothing else. Deep in thought, he wasn’t aware of the man beside him until a low accented voice penetrated his mood.

“Beauty as far as the eye can see, no?”

Connor straightened from leaning on the rail and turned to face the speaker. The impact from seeing the man beside him was so strong Connor couldn’t answer for a moment. He faced probably the most attractive man he’d ever seen face to face, because he couldn’t include the TV and movie stars he sighed over. They were unattainable and designated to daydreams. This man gave him an instant rapid heartbeat. An emotion close to fear slithered down Connor’s back. He’d never felt such immediate consuming attraction to any man before. As he choked out a few inane words, he soaked up the sight before him. Dark hair, cut in an ultra-fashionable style with darts shaved into the sides by his ears, eyes the color of turquoise, only they glistened with promise, his angular jaw rivaled Connor’s favorite TV actor’s, and his body—well, that made Connor’s cock stir.

“Yes, it’s all breathtaking,” and so are you, Connor added in his mind.

“Jay Levesque.” The hunk held out his hand to Connor as he spoke his name.

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String of Pearls

Tobias Mars gazed at Dreft lying on top of the bed in room ten of the infirmary. Hari’s treatment had worked wonders and not only on Dreft’s wounds. Hari had cleaned Dreft up. His hair, now a dirt free glossy almond brown was brushed back to show off the handsome planes of his face. Hari had replaced Dreft’s strange boy-like clothes with the infirmary’s grey cotton pants and t-shirt. The man was, as his colleague, Dante, put it, deliciously pretty. For a fleeting moment, Tobias wondered what it would be like to kiss the perfect lips and hold the muscular body to his own. He shook the thought away.

Dreft opened his eyes and a shy smile spread on his mouth. As Tobias neared him, he shuffled up the bed to sit. “Thank you so much for helping me, sir.”

Tobias pulled a chair to beside the bed and sat. “My name’s Tobias, Tobias Mars—no need to call me sir. How are you feeling?”

The handsome man’s eyes held gratitude. “I’m so much better. Thank you. I noticed the insignia on your jacket, sir.”

Tobias grinned as his fingers went to trace the gold and blue embroidered crest. “I’m one of the queen’s pilot explorers. I guess you could call us the elite unit. All the same, call me Tobias. I’d like that.”

“I’ve heard that you have to be aristocracy to be chosen for the unit. Is that true?”

A little frown creased between Tobias’s eyes. “Have you? Where’d you hear that?” A spike of worry prevented him from answering with the truth. His intense security training from the warlock Indigo Vaughn threw a question into his mind. Could Dreft be a rival court’s spy or even assassin?

“I heard a lot of things during my years as a slave. Sorry. I mean no harm.” Dreft’s voice held anxiety. His blue eyes clouded.

A wave of kindness softened Tobias’s look and tone. “How long were you a slave?” He remembered Hari’s description of the scars on Dreft’s back.

Sadness passed in Dreft’s eyes. “Four years—I’ve been a slave since I was stolen from my home when I was eighteen. I, I’d become desperate, hence the leap from the ship when we cruised low to take the water from the lake on the planet where you rescued me.” His voice cracked a little.

Tobias was sure fear replaced the sadness in the young man’s eyes. He lightened the mood. “Hey, are you hungry? I bet Hari hasn’t given you breakfast and I’ve not eaten yet. Do you feel up to a little walk? My home isn’t far. I have loads of food—fruit, pancakes, savory pastries, and coffee. What do you say?”

Dreft gave him the most endearing look. “I’m very hungry.”

Tobias stood and pushed the chair away from the bed. He held out his arm for Dreft to take and helped him stand. “Hang on. You have no shoes.” Tobias left Dreft perched on the side of the bed. He went to the closet inset in the end of the wall and brought back a pair of felt slip-ons for Dreft.

Dreft pushed his feet into them. “Thank you. I think the medicA threw away what I was wearing.”

“Hari is the best medicA available. I trust him implicitly, but he’s a hygiene fanatic. He probably burned what you were dressed in.” Tobias laughed. 
Copyright E.D.Parr 2018 
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This week has Liam finally had enough?

Blond

The day things changed a cool autumn wind heralded it. 

Karl met Liam for lunch in the little café close to Liam’s office building. He kissed Liam before he sat at the table. “Hi, babe.”

The stilted conversation stalled. Liam pushed his salad around in the side dish. He only ate half of his burger. He twisted his napkin into a pretzel shape.

Cold fingers of dread crept up Karl’s stomach. “What is it, Liam?” He lost the fight to keep quiet and wait for whatever was going to happen.

Liam ran a hand through his dark hair and it spiked on end at the front. He sighed and his eyes filled with emotion. There was a plea in his tone. “There’s a launch party Friday night. I want you to come with me. It’ll mean staying late. Maybe until one AM—please say you will. It would mean so much to me. I’ve told Evan about you. I want you by my side. It’s time I stopped hiding what I am…”

Karl winced at the last words. They resonated with his own plight. He stared at Liam. His heart filled with tenderness and sorrow. “Babe, I can’t stay. You know that.”

Liam let his fork drop onto his side plate with a clatter. He leaned away from the table.

“I thought maybe just this once—Is it a sick relative you go to help? Couldn’t you employ a nurse? Surely you can be late to whatever it is you run off to, or whoever it is, just for once? Karl, please. How can we ever have a long term relationship if we never spend the night together?”

Tears gathered behind Karl’s eyes. This was it. Liam had grown tired.

“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t say any more without crying.

Liam gazed at him. “So am I. Let’s call it a day, then, Karl.” He stood abruptly, his chair legs squeaking on the tiled café floor, and stalked off.

Karl sat for a time staring at Liam’s empty chair and then at the salad pushed to the edge of the Liam’s plate. Tears welled and slid silently down his face. They splashed onto the Italian fabric of his pants, making spiky dark spots on the pale gray. Finally, Karl asked the server for the bill, paid, and left to go back to work.

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