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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.

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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 

Be aware, this story contains explicit MM sex in the love scenes 18+ advised. HEA love story.

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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, October 7, 2022

Preorder #bookblitz for #gayfiction #gayshifter #boxset Watchdogs Read a #teaser @GaleStanley @changelingpress

 

 

BOX SET


Gay Shifters Fiction

Date Published: September 16, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press


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Cyclops (Watchdogs 1): Ray Miller was a misfit until he found his calling in the Army. But an explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye and ended his career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until Sarge, an old army buddy, shows up and offers Ray a job – as an assassin. Ray’s new career takes off until he falls for Jared, a cop, and finds his life is on the line. How long can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the target?


Remus (Watchdogs 2): Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared when their enemy is a wolf?


Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3): Ray dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast. Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?


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Watchdogs (Box Set)

Gale Stanley

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Excerpt from Cyclops


Mission accomplished. A simple in and out job, take aim at the target and pull the trigger. Now it was time to vanish, lie low and keep my head down. I usually played by the rules, but tonight I didn’t want to be alone. Danger is an aphrodisiac and I was one anxious horndog. I didn’t sniff trouble in the wind, so I went to Jared’s apartment, where I could keep my head down and suck his cock at the same time.

My digital car clock said three am when I pulled into a dark spot behind Jared’s building. He’d be asleep, so I let myself in with the key he’d given me. I shed my clothes in the living room and left them on the floor. I wanted to slip into bed beside Jared and surprise him. Quiet as a church mouse, I opened the bedroom door. A floorboard creaked as I stepped over the threshold. The light came on, blinding me for a few seconds.

Jared sat up and looked daggers at me. “Do you know what time it is, Ray?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Time to get busy?”

“What were you doing until 3 am?”

“Missing you.”

“Right.” Jared threw a pillow at me. “Go home, Ray.”

I picked up the pillow and walked over to the bed. “Don’t be such a sourpuss.” I tucked the pillow behind his back. Yawning, I scrubbed a hand through my regulation cut, two inches of hair on the top of my head, and tapered down the sides and back. I like to leave a little for Jared to pull on. The thought made my dick even harder.

Jared lay down and put an arm over his face. “I have to get up for work in a few hours. Lock the door on your way out.”

I sat on the bed and slid my hand under the sheet. Jared’s limp dick didn’t budge when I made contact. Damn, he really was pissed. “Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just lie next to you.”

“I don’t want you here, Ray.”

My temper rose, but I tamped it down. I have a short fuse but I try to lengthen it around Jared. A few slow deep breaths calmed me down. I pulled Jared’s arm back and stared at his face. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if he meant what he said. “Look at me, babe.”

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Honey brown hair framed high cheekbones and emerald green eyes.

“Come on, babe, you know you don’t mean it.”

Jared and I had been together for eight months, and I’d gotten used to having a steady fuck, or as steady as it could be in my line of work. I didn’t see Jared as much as he would have liked, and the longer we were together, the harder it was to explain my absences. But, nothing worthwhile came easy and I was determined to keep him. I liked knowing Jared was there when I needed him. And right then, I needed him bad.

“Yeah, I mean it. Get out.”

“Maybe I can change your mind.” I pulled the sheet off his body and played with the sexy smattering of light brown hair between his pecs. The trail continued down his belly leading to a neatly trimmed bush and still flaccid cock.

He was the light to my dark, in appearance and character. We would have made a striking pair before my injury. I ruffled Jared’s hair. His cut wasn’t much longer than mine, a cop cut. A vision of Jared in his dress blues flashed through my mind. I’d jacked off to that image countless times. Who didn’t love a man in uniform? Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

“You’re right, babe. I shouldn’t take you for granted.” I stood, but instead of leaving, I walked over to the closet and took out his uniform. “Put your blues on and punish me. Handcuff me to the bed, spank me, plug me --”

The ghost of a grin played on Jared’s lips. “You crazy fucker.”

“Exactly. I’m crazy to fuck you.”

No lie there. I never got enough of Jared. Still, if it had been up to me, we’d never have hooked up. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was a bad idea to fuck a cop.

 


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Some things never change.


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Friday, July 8, 2022

Sale blitz for #MMromance #Darkfantasy #gay #mystery The Devil's Necromancer Read a #teaser from guest #author @ProwlingPiper Alexa Piper and @changelingpress

 

 

Paranormal Romance, Dark Fantasy, LGBTQ, Murder Mystery

Date Published: October 2021

 

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Lionel, a necromancer and consultant for the Brunswick Police Department, wants nothing to do with immortals. Specifically, he wants nothing to do with Lucifer, who shows up on his doorstep one day with a ridiculous proposal. Lucifer, also known as the Devil, wants Lionel to be his pretend boyfriend. Except the pretend part is something the Devil doesn’t really seem to care for.

Lucifer has read enough romance novels to know that a good dose of forced proximity might be just the thing to get the stubborn necromancer he desires into his bed. The Devil’s plans are soon complicated when Lionel proves more uncooperative and oblivious to love than Lucifer could ever anticipate.

While the Devil wants to claim Lionel, all Lionel wants is to get away from Lucifer. Meanwhile, magic users are being murdered in the city. Lionel cannot escape the implications of those murders for long, and the case soon takes a different turn. Will Lionel be able to escape the Devil’s thrall, or will the necromancer fall for the immortal seducer?

 

Publisher’s Note: The Devil’s Necromancer contains scenes involving dubious consent that some readers may find offensive.

 


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Copyright ©2021 Alexa Piper

 

It was past midnight, and the stars that looked like sprinkles of white chocolate in the velvety dark night sky were overshadowed by the city lights and the waxing moon. I lay on the embankment, North Bridge’s metal frame rising just to my right and further hiding the chocolate sprinkle stars. My feet were wet, but I didn’t mind, not the embankment or the wet feet or the stars melting away in the light and the artificial structures around me. The zombie was oozing all over me from its -- his -- caved-in skull, and I did mind that. Zombie ooze was a bitch to get out of clothes, even if I’d given up on wearing colors years ago. Black simply was the safest bet for a necromancer.

Zombies reeked when they weren’t really fresh, and this one was ripe -- fish-market-in-the-summer-heat-three-days-after-closing ripe. I looked up and considered my life choices, all of which had led me here.

“Do you need CPR?” someone said. It was a warm, manly voice, and I was reasonably sure it could make chocolate melt, star-shaped or otherwise.

I stuffed my self-pity away and turned my head to get a better look at the speaker. He was as handsome as a devil, with skin that looked like marble in the glow of the city at night. His hair shimmered liquid black, but it might have been some shade of brown in proper lighting. It went well past his ears and looked styled with care to get that messy, I just got up out of bed after a night of hard fucking look.

“Why the fuck would I need CPR?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like I’d just considered crying a moment ago, and I was proud of that.

The guy shrugged. “It’s hard to tell with humans. Your kind is so accident prone, and you seem to be having trouble breathing. Or maybe you hit your head? Do you remember how you got here?”

Did he fucking think I was suffering from amnesia or a head injury or something? “I’m having trouble breathing because I have a fucking dead zombie on my chest, asshat,” I said. In my considered necromantic opinion, I was being perfectly polite, even though I couldn’t be sure what kind of creature the guy was. I’d given him a quick glance with my mage sight, and human he was not.

Jeez, I hated gods and otherworldly beings.

“All zombies are dead,” Mr. Sexy said. “It’s a prerequisite. This one seems to have had its brainstem properly destroyed, however.”

“Oh, smarty-pants, thanks a bunch for the lecture. The basics of necromancy have ever escaped me, even after I raised my very first corpse thirteen fucking years ago.” It had been a blackbird that had died when he crashed into a window at my school. I had cradled the poor thing in my hands as it breathed its last, had cried, and that had triggered my necromancer power. Pretty boy did not need to know that. Every other person I’d ever told had made fun of me for it.

“You could have suffered a head injury with amnesia. How am I supposed to know what you know?” He walked toward me. His movements were silent, cat-like, and more elegant than was right. Even despite the zombie oozing out on me, my cock couldn’t quite ignore him. Seriously, though, what was up with his fixation on first aid and amnesia?

He grabbed the zombie by the legs and pulled the dead-dead corpse off me. “Oh. You caved in its skull with a rock,” he said when he saw the murder weapon in question, the goo glistening on its stony surface. Well, it wasn’t really a murder weapon, seeing as how the zombie had been dead, but details. “How traditional.” He held out a hand to me, and I took it and let him pull me back to my feet. “I’m Lucy, by the way. Short for Lucifer, but I prefer Lucy. As in Lucy Westenra, the woman who almost single-handedly turned Dracula into the first reverse harem romance novel ever before she made the wise decision to claim immortality instead. She was such an underrated character, and I really don’t know why people don’t like her more.”

I dusted myself off. Didn’t help with the wet feet or the zombie ooze, which I really only distributed, like soft butter on hot toast. The shirt I was wearing was ruined. Good thing I had a dozen other plain black shirts just like it back home. “Maybe because she fucking ate children.”

He shrugged. “Well, everyone has a craving now and then. No one judges women’s monthly chocolate cravings, and I don’t see how that was so much worse.”

My brain caught up with the conversation. Lucifer? The Lucifer? The fucking Morning Star, seducer of stuffy virgins and lover of apples? I looked at him. Up at him. Asshole was tall and handsome, the kind of guy I could only ever talk to with about three drinks in me. “You’re the Devil? Satan? Beelzebub?”

“Lu-cy,” he said, slowing down as if he was reconsidering the brain damage thing. Even his eyebrows were perfect, which I only noticed because he pulled one of those up, something most people couldn’t do in real life. He could. And he looked hot doing it. Hotter.



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Alexa Piper writes steamy romance that ranges from light to dark, from straight to queer. She’s also a coffee addict. Alexa loves writing stories that make her readers laugh and fall in love with the characters in them. Connect with Alexa on Facebook or Instagram, follow her on Twitter or TikTok, and subscribe to her newsletter!


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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.”

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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.





 


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

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/shower-you-with-love-by-e-d-parr/

Siren Bookstrand https://www.bookstrand.com/book/shower-you-with-love-mm

Amazon http://mybook.to/ShowerYouWithLove

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997913

KOBO https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/shower-you-with-love

NOOK https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shower-you-with-love-e-d-parr/1135881488?ean=2940163429974

 


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?

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/shower-you-with-love-by-e-d-parr/

Amazon http://mybook.to/ShowerYouWithLove

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997913

Siren Bookstrand https://www.bookstrand.com/book/shower-you-with-love-mm

KOBO https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/shower-you-with-love

NOOK https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shower-you-with-love-e-d-parr/1135881488?ean=2940163429974

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

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/shower-you-with-love-by-e-d-parr/

Siren Bookstrand https://www.bookstrand.com/book/shower-you-with-love-mm

Amazon http://mybook.to/ShowerYouWithLove

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997913

KOBO https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/shower-you-with-love

NOOK https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shower-you-with-love-e-d-parr/1135881488?ean=2940163429974


Find E. D. Parr

Evernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/e-d-parr/

Twitter https://twitter.com/parr_books

Amazon page https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MUNJ3I8\

Blog https://parrx.blogspot.com

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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