Showing posts with label #holidaystory. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 30, 2023

Yay, release day for Tis the Season #gayromance #MMromance #holidaystory from @GaleStanley and @changelingpress Away at college for the holidays, Jonah plans to lose his virginity

 



Passages, Book 1


Holiday, Gay, Romance, New Adult

Date Published: December 01, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press


 

Is it possible to be both a good Jew and a gay man? Jonah Dillon doesn’t think so. He can’t reconcile his faith with his attraction to men so he turns his back on Judaism. Away at college for the holidays, he plans to lose his virginity to Christian, the blue-eyed, blond, goy of his dreams.

But fate intervenes when Jonah meets Aaron Beck, an observant Jew, and they end up celebrating Hanukkah together. Aaron tells Jonah they're beschert—meant to be. Jonah’s not sure he believes it, but he's lonely and welcomes Aaron's company even if he has to celebrate Hanukkah to get it.

Can Aaron bridge the gap and convince Jonah to take a leap of faith? Or will they have to give up their desire for a future together?

 

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

 



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Monday, November 27, 2023

Can Aaron bridge the gap and convince Jonah to take a leap of faith? Or will they have to give up their desire for a future together? #teaserTuesday #preorder #gayromance #MMromance #holidaystory from @GaleStanley and @changelingpress

 

 

Passages, Book 1


Holiday, Gay, Romance, New Adult

Date Published: December 01, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press


 

Is it possible to be both a good Jew and a gay man? Jonah Dillon doesn’t think so. He can’t reconcile his faith with his attraction to men so he turns his back on Judaism. Away at college for the holidays, he plans to lose his virginity to Christian, the blue-eyed, blond, goy of his dreams.

But fate intervenes when Jonah meets Aaron Beck, an observant Jew, and they end up celebrating Hanukkah together. Aaron tells Jonah they're beschert—meant to be. Jonah’s not sure he believes it, but he's lonely and welcomes Aaron's company even if he has to celebrate Hanukkah to get it.

Can Aaron bridge the gap and convince Jonah to take a leap of faith? Or will they have to give up their desire for a future together?



Excerpt

Copyright ©2023 Gale Stanley

The man’s image in the mirror, framed by small twinkling lights and swags of spruce and holly, appeared to be just the sort of ornament Jonah had been looking for all his life -- or at least the part of his life that spanned the years since puberty. The phrase “objects in the mirror are closer than they appear” came to mind, making him smile. I should be so lucky.

Unfortunately, Jonah’s plan to remain on campus for the holidays and lose his virginity to a non-Jew, a goy, wasn’t going according to plan, although he’d gone to great lengths to make it happen.

The worst part had to be when he told his parents that he wouldn’t be coming home for Hanukkah. None of the excuses he came up with felt right and he procrastinated for a long time.

Finally, he could wait no longer. Working up the courage, he called his mother and blurted out the dreaded words, before he lost his nerve. “I’ll be staying on campus for the holidays.”

Dead silence followed his announcement, followed by a worried, “Why?”

Jonah had never been good at lying. He struggled to sound believable. “I have so much to do. The workload in grad school is much heavier and the holidays are the best time to catch up.”

“Bring your work home.”

Also not good at asserting himself, Jonah hemmed and hawed. “I’d be way too busy. No time to interact.”

Unfortunately, his mother was way too good at guilt-tripping him.

Her voice wavered, and she sounded on the verge of tears. “We just want to see you. We don’t ask for much. And we’ve always spent Hanukkah together. I’m making your favorites, latkes and sweet kugel.

A knife pierced his heart, but Jonah thought fast and stayed firm. “One of my friends is stuck on campus, too, and I promised him we would study together.” Another lie.

“Bring him home.”

“I can’t, Mom, He’s… it’s just that…”

“He’s a girl, isn’t he? Well, if it doesn’t work out, you can always change your mind and come home.”

“Sorry, Mom. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Jonah hung up before his mom could ask any more questions. Damn, she sounded like her world had come to an end. If only he wasn’t an only child. If he had a sibling to pick up the slack, it would make his life a whole lot easier. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself. There would be other holidays.

Now, sitting alone at a bar, he wondered if all the grief he’d caused his mother had been for nothing. Not many students or professors had remained on campus, so Jonah had ventured off campus to find a hook-up. Happy Hour at a bar seemed the best option, but Jonah didn’t have an ounce of gaydar in his body, and gay guys didn’t go around wearing sexual ID tags. Luckily, he’d found a gay watering hole in the small college town. The rainbow flag flying out front had been a dead giveaway, and the name, The Rainbow Room. Could it be any gayer? When he first saw it, he wanted to take off like a scared rabbit, but he’d been doing that for far too long.

Jonah had forced himself to open the door and go inside. It was a gay bar, so what? Nothing remarkable, nothing to be scared of, just a neighborhood bar, a place where a guy could have a conversation without screaming over loud dance music. Actually, there was no dance floor, and that was all good too. Jonah Dillon didn’t dance, especially with other men. The only thing that differentiated The Rainbow Room from any other corner dive was the fact that it was devoid of women.

Wooden stools butted up against a foot rail at the bar and the mirrored wall behind the bar threw back his reflection. A bearded bartender, sleeves rolled up over hairy forearms, filled orders. Holiday decorations were minimal. Other than the lights around the mirror, there weren’t any, and that was okay because he’d been born and raised Jewish, and a man assimilated a lot of attitudes and beliefs in twenty-one years. Ridding himself of them would take a lifetime. At least.

Having to stare at a Christmas tree or a Nativity scene while flirting with a blond goy would have made him feel even guiltier. Ironic, that the thought of sucking an uncut cock didn’t inspire quite the same guilt. Or maybe he was just too fucking horny to care anymore. Lost in thought, Jonah wondered if he was normal. Between waking up with morning wood and masturbating before bed, it seemed like he was always thinking about sex.

When he got to college, he’d settled for hurried blowjobs with other students. It took the edge off, but Jonah wanted more. It was time to let someone put their dick in his ass so he could lose his anal virginity. Finding a willing partner who made him feel comfortable was primary. One thing he was sure of, he wouldn’t be comfortable having sex with another Jew.

So here he was, trying to fit in with the goyim, to the point of actually shopping for one of those ugly red and green Christmas sweaters with prancing deer. Seeing himself in the dressing room mirror shocked the hell out of him, but he bought it anyway, and ran out of the shop before he could change his mind. He wore it like a costume, thinking it would make him feel less inhibited and able to take some risks.

But as Jonah discovered, the sweater didn’t help him blend in. His appearance in the bar had triggered a few snickers, and after glancing around at the jeans-and-sweatshirt crowd, he’d regretted his choice.

His inner voice told him he was trying too hard and he looked like an asshole. At the time, it’d seemed like a good idea. Now, he just felt dumb, but he forgave himself for not getting it right and toughed it out. Fuck it.

Jonah ordered a beer. The bartender set down a mug wet with condensation, and a bowl of peanuts. Jonah took a few and cracked them out of their shells. He tried to look like he belonged, but nobody looked like him and everybody seemed to be with friends. Ignoring the conversations around him, he glanced at his watch every so often, as if he were waiting for someone. It made him feel less alone. Pathetic.

What would his mother say if she could see him now? Come home, boychik. You don’t belong there. Thank goodness, she was miles away and oblivious. He’d never told his parents he was gay. Hell, it had taken years to admit it to himself.

He concentrated on today’s goal -- find a guy to have sex with. How hard could it be? Pretty damn hard, even in a place that was user friendly.

Jonah took another swallow of his beer. God, he hated this time of the year. The holidays always made him feel more alone than ever. His back was to the room, but he could still see the crowd in the mirror -- guys of all shapes and sizes, pairing up like animals ready to board Noah’s Ark, while he was mooning over a stranger. It was damn depressing.

Finishing his beer, he scanned the mirror for the blond. Yep, still there, but focused on the two men who framed him like bookends.

Hooking up with the man in the mirror didn’t seem likely. Jonah would not, could not, make the first move, and for sure he didn’t expect the hot blond to hit on him. Why would he? Jonah was a man who didn’t stand out in a crowd, unless it was for all the wrong reasons. After a lifetime of doing stupid shit, he’d become an expert at sabotaging himself. Too bad State College didn’t offer a course in How Not to Embarrass Yourself.

The hot blond was exactly the type of man he could see himself with. He had the sun-kissed good looks of a surfer dude -- blond, blue-eyed, and cherub-cheeked -- a nice contrast to Jonah’s dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and stubbled jaw. The nerdy guy and the goy. Pitiful. More than the width of the bar separated them.

But looking couldn’t hurt.

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

 



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Friday, December 16, 2022

The man’s pants stretched over his hard ass and a sigh of appreciation escaped Nick. #bestseller #MMromance #holidayromance #gayromance sizzle from E. D. Parr @parr_books and @evernightpub Nick meets Dylan

 


It’s the day before Christmas Eve and gorgeous, happy, Nick Kringle is making deliveries on the main street of the city when a car breaks down at the intersection.

Amid the seasonal crowds and inclement weather, Dylan West gets out of his car and tries to push it to the side of the road.

Nick rushes to help him and comes face to face with the most delicious man he’s ever seen.

Dylan’s down on his luck, but Nick believes in magic.

Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.


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Dylan’s gaze fell on the card pulled halfway out of the scarlet-colored envelope that lay on the counter top. His mom always sent him a card and she always alluded to his single status. He succumbed to a twinge of sadness. It had been a long time since there’d been a man in his life. Sometimes in the long nights, when he lay awake, Dylan would wonder why he’d never met someone who loved him—who fell in love with him. If he had a Christmas wish, it would be to meet a kind, sexy man. He gazed out of the kitchen window at the leaden sky. He’d never had a wish come true, so it was unlikely that one would. Dylan poured coffee. The warmth from the cup and the delicious smell comforted him.


Chapter Two

 

The city street glistened with rivers of red, green, bright pink, and white light thrown there by the stores and cafés decked out for the holiday season. Rain fell in drifting sheets as a chill wind ravaged the shoppers rushing from one place to another, some laden with parcels, others hunched against the weather in their winter coats.

Nick parked his SUV in the first available space, opened the trunk with the interior lever, and leaped out. He didn’t feel the cold unless snow lay knee deep on the ground and even then, he enjoyed the beauty, and the way a new white fall would change the light, way too much to complain about the chill.

As he ran around to the back of his vehicle, the squeal of tires braking hard and the clamor of honking horns made him spin around. In the junction behind him, standing motionless, was a stalled car. Other drivers surged around the stationary vehicle, making everything worse by taking space in the oncoming lanes so that everyone crammed dangerously together.

The driver of the offending vehicle edged out of his open car door, narrowly missed by a small car that chanced overtaking just as the lights turned red.

Nick cast a keen gaze over the man, registering his muscled body beneath an inexpensive suit and his thick dark hair, pushed back from his forehead so that the front spiked up. Nick watched the man lean into the open driver’s side door and attempt to shove the heavy vehicle to the side of the road. The man’s pants stretched over his hard ass and a sigh of appreciation escaped Nick. With one hand on the wheel, and the other lodged in the gap between open door and car, the man clearly needed help. Nick clicked the trunk of his SUV closed and jogged over to help.

“Hi, I’ll lend a hand,” he called to the stranded driver. The man straightened to answer and Nick was face to face with one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen. Nick never hid his emotions. They shone from his ice-blue eyes and exuded from his well-toned body. He smiled at the man in a way he knew and didn’t care broadcast attraction, desire—pure sex.

Apparently unaffected by Nick’s charisma, the man gave a grateful nod. “Thanks.” He leaned into the task of pushing the car out of the way, as the traffic lined up behind him, and the sky opened with a fresh punishing downpour.

Copyright E. D. Parr , Evernight Publishing

Make a Wish an E. D. Parr bestseller



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Monday, December 5, 2022

Not even the pouring rain can dampen the hot stuff going on in #bestseller #MMromance #holidayromance Night Song #teaserTuesday #gayromance #LGBTQ

 


Twenty-five year old Oliver Honeycutt has no idea how handsome he is. He’s creative, brilliant at his job, and underused in the designer fashion store where he works. Behind the scenes, Oliver takes special care with orders for customer, rock star, Zane Highwood. When Zane is to be the main attraction in the store’s Christmas party, fashion show, Oliver hopes Zane will notice him.

 

Multi-millionaire, twenty-five year old, Noah Somersby, made his first million before he was twenty-one and now owns a number of casual-chic menswear stores. He’s a designer, gorgeous, and desperate to find a man who will love him for himself and not see dollar signs as they kiss.

 

Noah doesn’t often take the train into the city, but one rainy day he does, as he settles into a seat opposite Oliver, the two men exchange interested glances.

In fact, Noah is super attracted to Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.

 

As the store holiday season party approaches, can serendipity bring them together?

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Oliver gazed at the handsome man who squatted by him, pressing the towel of ice to his bruise. He’s gorgeous, gentle…

Noah applied the ice. “There’s no swelling yet. That’s good. It shouldn’t take long to heal if you ice it a couple of times.” He stood, leaving the towel-wrapped ice on Oliver’s ankle, and pulled Oliver’s t-shirt away to look at his shoulder. “Let’s check the other bruise. Hell, Oliver, this one stretches down your muscle.”

Oliver looked. “Yeah, I saved myself from hitting the side of the building with my head using that arm.”

Noah stared at him obviously worried and a little frown creased his forehead. “I’ll get more ice.” Then he bent and kissed Oliver’s shoulder.

Oliver closed his eyes as Noah’s lips touched his skin. “It’s okay. I’ll get it. You’re going to think I’m a big baby.”

“Nope, stay here and ice the ankle.”

Oliver let him go.

With Noah back and another towel full of ice on his bruised arm, Oliver smiled at him. “I can’t remember when I last felt so cared for. I put coffee on, but there’s bourbon in the cupboard, too, if you want some—you will stay for a while?”

Noah’s eyes filled with emotion. “I’ll stay all night if you need me.”

Warmth rose through Oliver. A strong urge to kiss Noah gripped him. He struggled up, trying to hold the ice on his arm, and let the towel wrapped around his ankle fall a little. “I do … need you … in, in my life.” He brought his face close to Noah’s and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth.

Noah slid his arms around Oliver’s waist. He returned the kiss, lingering to prolong the touch, breathing against Oliver’s lips and kissing him again. When he drew away, he closed his eyes, then took a satisfied breath and smiled before he gazed at Oliver with attraction beaming from his blue eyes.

“The moment I saw you on the train, I hoped we’d meet and that you’d be as attracted to me as I am to you. It’s been a long time since a kiss could do what yours does to me.”

As if to emphasize the emotion, Noah brushed his lips on Oliver’s with a sigh.

Oliver’s breath caught as pleasure rushed over his body. He could take any amount of Noah’s tenderness. Happiness streamed through Oliver. “I can’t even remember my last kiss, aside from yours, I mean.”

Noah raised his eyebrows for a second. “Really? Mine was in the summer. It was just a kiss. I haven’t been in a relationship for a year—just never met the right guy.”

Oliver let the tingle of sensation and comfort from Noah’s touch travel through his body for a moment. “I gave up looking even though I wanted to meet someone.”

“I’m lucky, then, to have met you before another guy came to his senses and snapped you up. You are gorgeous.”

Copyright E. D. Parr Evernight Publishing 


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Monday, November 21, 2022

Halfway through November hunky Nathan Bloom is tasked to begin installing the #holiday season lights around town not knowing that this year he's going to meet mysterious, sexy Jamie Snow #MMromance #gayromance #eroticromance #teaserTuesday

 


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.

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He surveyed the balance of bulbs that would pour silvery-white light down the walls on the second weekend in December.

“Looks good to me.” The man from the balcony had approached. He stood so close that the light fresh scent of his cologne filled Nathan’s head as a cool breeze drifted his way.

He smells delicious. Nathan turned carefully. Face to face, he gazed into the eyes of the man he’d seen on the balcony. Holy smoke, he is gorgeous. “Yeah, they’re good.” Nathan didn’t know what else to say. Instead, he soaked up the sight before him as the man smiled, and, to Nathan’s delight, shot beams of attraction at him.

A colder wind suddenly whirled along the street. It brought a fast food wrapper that flattened against Nathan’s calf. He gazed into the sky as icy rain pattered down. Shivers ran along his body. He rubbed his arms as he returned to gaze into the man’s eyes.

“Looks as if the weather’s turned—sudden, though, huh?” Nathan couldn’t tear his gaze away from the man’s perfect mouth. Hell, what would it be like to kiss him? He wondered how to keep the man talking just a few more moments even though huge raindrops splattered on his shirt. “I heard it might be a white Christmas.”

“Oh, it will be a white Christmas.”

A smile spread on Nathan’s lips. “How do you know?”

The man’s expression filled with kindness. “I’m a meteorologist and people like white Christmases, don’t they?”

The explanation had a ring of strangeness and Nathan wondered for a second if this man thought he could conjure a white Christmas. “I guess so, providing they’re not inconvenienced—providing they can drive to the comfort of a warm home and someone who loves them.” The words tumbled from lonely Nathan under the interested gaze of the handsome man.

“Do you have that—a warm home and someone who loves you?”

Nathan stared at him. He wanted to answer despite growing colder as the freezing rain trickled down his shirt collar. “Home, yes, lover no.”

Huge raindrops sparkled in the man’s dark hair under the streetlight like rainbow jewels. He held Nathan’s gaze with his own.

Nathan read hope there. Is he interested in me?

“I should leave. I’ve probably missed a train and will have to wait half an hour on a cold windy platform. You’re getting wet. Your jacket’s in the cab.”

The meteorologist flashed his lovely eyes at Nathan in a look that sent desire streaming along his body adding more goosebumps to those brought on by the icy rain.

He’s gay. Wow. It had been so long since a man flirted with Nathan, he couldn’t believe it was happening. “I could drop you somewhere.” He took the chance. I need to show him I’m interested.

“It might take you out of your way.” The guy’s expression radiated attraction.

He’s only being polite. He wants to accept. Nathan shook his head. “I’ve got nowhere to be. I need to load the little winder, secure the platform, and park the truck around the back of the store at the top of the street, but I can give you a ride then. Hell, I’d do it if you lived in Alaska. My car is parked up there. Hop in the cab.” Nathan strode to the passenger side door of the truck and opened it.

The man passed close to climb in. He gave Nathan a smile laden with promise.

Nathan allowed himself to enjoy the proximity of the hot guy, then he smiled, too, as he ran around to the driver side, and pulled on his jacket. 

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


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Wednesday, November 9, 2022

Hidden Magic for a sizzling #throwbackThursday #teaser Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what Rowan has in mind to do with this red hot guy #gayromance #MMromance #eroticromance #elves and #magic

 


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 was standing alone between rows of trees, his hands in his jacket pockets. Snow fell again in gentle swirls. It sprinkled Owain’s dark hair and face as he looked up into the sky. He seemed ephemeral then, as if lifted from the ground in order to catch the cold fractals on his skin for the sheer enjoyment of the touch.

Rowan watched for a couple of seconds, entranced. A strange feeling, a pull toward Owain, rose in him. He is so gorgeous.

The object of his admiration spun around and saw him. Rowan remembered feeling as if he’d been spying on Finn and Owain when the cab was stopped by the roadside the day before, and he took a deep breath. He felt that way again.

Owain walked toward him and Rowan shook off his awe. Used to moving quickly to intimacy with the men he liked in gay bars, taking swift, but safe sex that lifted his spirits for a night, Rowan moved into the style of behavior that brought him those encounters.

He shot Owain a smoldering look. “I wanted to make sure I’m not mistaken about you. You and I, we share the same … outlook on life.” Under the dark gaze of Owain’s sexy ebony eyes, Rowan lost the confidence that generally assured him of receiving at least kisses while pressed hard against a man and the wall of his favorite bar.

“Outlook?” Owain’s smile of greeting disappeared, and a frown creased his forehead along with his question.

“I mean we, we…” Rowan looked away from Owain’s handsome face trying to think what to do next. In a second he decided on an action that would bring or deny him Owain’s future company. He grabbed Owain’s jacket lapels and pulled him close, placing a kiss on his inviting lips without even considering if there was anyone to see.

The returning kiss told Rowan everything. Owain kissed him softly but with unmistakable hunger. He grasped Rowan’s arms, but as Rowan recalled they stood in a public place and drew away, Owain followed his mouth and stole another kiss. A thrill of pleasure coursed through Rowan adding to his haze of desire from the kiss, and his cock, half-erect, hardened at the delicious touch of Owain’s mouth.

He let go of Owain at the same time as Owain released him. “I’m right about our outlooks.”

Owain ran a fingertip over his lips before he answered. “Yes.”

Rowan’s stomach tightened with lust. He had no idea what to do next, because usually he and his conquest would tumble into a restroom or their parked car and suck each other’s cock.

Owain looked around quickly. “We can’t make out here.” He laughed.

The happy laughter and promise in the words relaxed Rowan. There’d be somewhere else to explore Owain’s hot body and time to share deeper kisses. He smiled. “Yeah, I should get back to my parents in the café. I’ll see you this evening.”

Owain’s eyes held his own for a moment, and Rowan experienced an unfamiliar depth of longing. I want him so much. I need to know him. He shook himself. “I’ll get going.” He forced himself to walk away, through the arch and out onto the street. That was intense. What’s it going to be like fucking with a guy like that? I can’t wait. Rowan discounted the way his heart filled with tenderness, and he concentrated on sex. He didn’t want a repeat of what happened with his ex. 

Copyright E. D. Parr Evernight Publishing 

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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.

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Friday, January 1, 2021

It's #FirstChapterFriday on the #MMromance blog with chapter one from new release #gayromance Night Song @evernightpub @parr_books

 


First Chapter Friday

from new release

Night Song


Chapter One

 

Oliver Honeycutt ran along the corridor, his piece of toast gripped between his teeth, reading glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. He’d received a request from the shop floor to find a pair of bronze designer jeans for a prized customer. The call had come just as he’d taken a seat at the lunch table with slices of toast on which he’d intended heaping chocolate spread, but Oliver gladly gave that up to take the stockroom task. He’d stuffed dry toast in his mouth and taken off.

Just the name Zane Highwood gave Oliver a rapid heartbeat. No matter what Zane requested, Oliver would be the first to leap into action. These days the other stockroom assistant didn’t raise his face from his smartphone or put down a coffee cup. Oliver and Eddie had somehow reached an unspoken agreement that Oliver took any job concerning Zane Highwood.

The fashion store sold big name brands of what the owner, Anton, smilingly called rock star garb as well as his own designs. Only six people had face-to-face contact with customers. Specially skilled and drilled in serving the discerning clientele, these six never ventured into the stockroom to find an item. They called Oliver or Eddie on the internal phone. Once the item was located, either assistant placed it in a tiny service elevator and sent it to the sales floor.

Oliver had never spoken to Zane, but he put his heart and soul into fulfilling Zane’s requests. Oliver never attended Zane Highwood’s gigs, held in clubs where he knew he’d feel out of place. He couldn’t let himself become creepy, but a smile would spread on his lips when Zane appeared in the press wearing the clothes he’d provided from the stockroom. Oliver took care not to let his admiration for the dark-haired, slim-hipped singer become an obsession. Even though Oliver was only twenty-five, he’d long ago given up hoping for a man who would love him, especially one as handsome as Zane. Instead, he looked on Zane as beautiful, a dream to hold dear as the kind of man he’d love in his life, but not to hopelessly covet.

Oliver pulled the requested garment from a stack. The bronze jeans would look good with a particular belt, and Oliver added that to the tray in the mini elevator. He pressed the button and it descended.

Eddie glanced over at Oliver from his perch on a stepladder, having taken the subsequent request for a garment from a sales colleague. “Why’d you bother?”

Not understanding, Oliver gave Eddie a puzzled look.

Clearly, his colleague understood the implied question in Oliver’s expression. “With the extra stuff—a belt, a t-shirt, a scarf. I mean, you don’t know if the customer even sees whatever it is. No one downstairs ever comes up and says, hey Ollie, great job.”

Oliver shrugged. “I enjoy doing it. I’d like to dress the windows or the store models—put things together. Maybe even become a personal stylist.”

Eddie pushed the flat box he’d looked in back on the stack, then turned to Oliver. “Yeah, looks as if you have a flare for it. You should ask Anton.”

Oliver sighed. “He’d say no. The artistic team does it.”

Eddie shrugged. “Up to you.”

Darkness had fallen before Oliver left the store that day through the side door onto a covered alleyway squeezed in between two tall buildings. Tuesdays and Sundays were the only evenings the store didn’t open until eight thirty to accommodate the huge variety of clients and entertainment customers. Oliver adjusted his collar to keep out the December wind. He glanced up at the night sky as he met Main Street and lost the shelter of the arched roof afforded by the alley. A flurry of sleet scattered huge dark splashes onto his overcoat. Soggy ice lodged in his hair and wet his face. Oliver licked it from his top lip. Hunching his shoulders, he strode to the station.

As it was Tuesday, Oliver could catch the early express to his small house. He hurried along. The traffic swished on the road that was fast turning slippery under the coating of slush. Streetlights, their poles wound around with bright lights to ward off the winter gloom, threw glitter onto the puddles. Shops lit the sidewalk, their seasonal displays twinkling as he passed.

Oliver dashed through the crowds. A man carrying an enormous cardboard box charged right at Oliver. The man could barely see around the box. Oliver sidestepped the collision with a grin. Somebody will bump into him for sure. His avoidance brought Oliver into the gutter, and a passing cab honked. Oliver rolled his eyes and jumped onto the curb, where he slid along for a few seconds. The cab’s proximity threw slush into Oliver’s shoes and wet his socks, but not much could diminish his happy mood. He smiled as he entered the station and swiped his travel card through the machine at the turnstile. Tonight his brother was Skyping him from across the world.

To say Oliver missed his older brother, Eric, was an understatement. When Eric’s journalist career took him to Indonesia and then Australia, Oliver was bereft. When Eric married an Aussie girl and made Melbourne his home, Oliver grieved for a year. He simultaneously wished them every happiness and wished Eric had never become a journalist. Even after three years, tears welled up in Oliver’s eyes when he recalled their childhood and teenage years spent together.

He tried not to let memories creep into his mind. His loneliness and regret at losing Eric didn’t sit well in his mind. He saw the feelings as inappropriate and maybe indicative of resentment, although Oliver didn’t envy Eric. He loved him. Oliver had never been able to fill the hole that opened up when Eric left his life. Eric was the only person in the whole world who knew Oliver was gay.

Their mom had left her house in a suburban neighborhood where the boys had grown up, for a visit to Eric, his wife, and their new baby a couple of weeks ago. Australia was far away, and the journey took a long time, so she would be staying with them for ten weeks. When Oliver had last visited her, he sent presents for the baby, genuinely enchanted when Eric had displayed his daughter wrapped tight in a blanket the last time he and Oliver Skyped.

He pushed his hands into his overcoat pockets as he strode along the outer city street in the cold night. He unlocked his front door, flipped on the hall lights, and, after levering off his wet shoes and discarding his overcoat, Oliver dashed to his study and booted his laptop. He went to the kitchen and hurriedly made a cup of instant coffee, which he took to his study and placed on his desk. Dinner could wait until he’d talked with Eric.

Copyright E. D. Parr December 8, 2020 Evernight Publishing


Night Song

Twenty-five year old Oliver Honeycutt has no idea how handsome he is. He’s creative, brilliant at his job, and underused in the designer fashion store where he works. Behind the scenes, Oliver takes special care with orders for customer, rock star, Zane Highwood. When Zane is to be the main attraction in the store’s Christmas party, fashion show, Oliver hopes Zane will notice him.

Multi-millionaire, twenty-five year old, Noah Somersby, made his first million before he was twenty-one and now owns a number of casual-chic menswear stores. He’s a designer, gorgeous, and desperate to find a man who will love him for himself and not see dollar signs as they kiss.

Noah doesn’t often take the train into the city, but one rainy day he does, as he settles into a seat opposite Oliver, the two men exchange interested glances.

In fact, Noah is super attracted to Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.

As the store holiday season party approaches, can serendipity bring them together?

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