Showing posts with label E.D. Parr. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 28, 2023

Autumn #MMromance with a #ghostly theme. Will Chris take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost? #gayromance #LGBTQ @evernightpub @parr_books E. D. Parr

 


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 an excerpt

In contrast to the morning’s drive, the journey to Phil’s parents’ place was through near torrential rain, and yet with the swish of the windscreen wipers peace fell over Chris.

He dashed into the house after parking as close as he could to the front door. The doormats were wet, but he wiped his feet and shook droplets from his hair before following friends to the living room. Phil must have phoned ahead because coffee was already available as well as snacks. Chris accepted coffee and, drawn by the patter of rain on the terrace, he went to drink it by the wide French doors. The pounding rain reduced and a weak sun tried to illuminate the remaining light shower. It reminded Chris of the evening he’d met Owen.

Without much thought, Chris left his empty coffee cup on a nearby table and slipped out of the doors onto the terrace. He was on his way along the treed walkway before he acknowledged that he was going to look for Owen one last time. If Owen were anywhere, he’d be in the smaller living room. Maybe he simply can’t handle crowds.

The fairy lights perpetually lit and twining through the branches, seemed to show him the way to the fork in the path, and this time, when he took the one most familiar, it led to the building lined with windows and culminating in the French doors adorned with silvery lights shooting sparkling spears into the fine rain.

Chris sped up his pace across the grass to the open windows. His heart hammered as he reached the threshold and stopped. Owen lay asleep on the couch, the blue velvet cushion he’d danced with hugged close. At first, Chris hesitated and then he crept toward Owen, just to see his face, just to be near him…

Owen opened his eyes. The blue gaze filled with pleasure. “Chris, I’d given up on seeing you again. This is so great. I dreamed about you. I held your hand and…” He pushed the cushion away and sat up with a delighted smile.

An overwhelming emotion surged through Chris. He dropped to his knees and held Owen’s face. “I’ve been looking for you … looked for you at every event.” He kissed Owen and nothing else mattered. He lost himself in the feel of Owen’s lips on his, and the way Owen murmured soft sounds between kisses. The delicious feeling of belonging filled his heart again.

Owen broke the deluge of kisses from Chris with a smile. He rested his forehead on Chris’s. His words sighed along Chris’s mouth. “I’m so happy to see you.”

Chris snatched another quick kiss before he spoke. “Why haven’t you attended any of the wedding festivities?”

Owen drew a little away to gaze into his eyes. “I didn’t feel well. I’m sorry.”

Concern rose in Chris. “No need to be sorry. I hope you’re feeling better.”

“I am now you’re here. Let’s walk. I’ll show you the maze, and we can talk.”

Chris stood and stepped away.

Owen stood, too. He wore exactly the same clothes as the evening they’d first met. The dress shirt, the necktie fluttering around his collar, and again he was barefoot.

Puzzled but accepting, Chris gave Owen a gentle smile. “It’s raining. You might need your shoes.”

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing

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

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5 stars Amazon Canada

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



Monday, October 9, 2023

Magic on the #MMromance blog for October's first #supernatural visitor as we meet enigmatic and frankly gorgeous #warlock Indigo Vaughn from #gayromance #fantasy The Dreamboat @evernightpub @parr_books #teaser

 


Welcome to Indigo Vaughn the famous warlock head of security in Queen Lissabella’s Court

 

(The warlock walks toward me and after a little bow, he sits on the chair opposite mine.)

 

May I call you Indigo? I know the custom in your world is to use a more formal address.

 

(Indigo smiles.)

Yes, of course. I know here people often greet each other with only one name.

 

Thank you for agreeing to visit. I must say you’re a hard man to get hold of. It took weeks. You must be very busy.

 

Ahh, yes, I am busy. It is a busy time of year. The Queen’s birthday is next week and I have much to prepare. Of course, I also live far away from here.

 

It’s summer where you live.

 

We are in high summer, but it never becomes very cold even in our other season. Wet, but not cold as it does here in your part of this world.

 

I’ve recently read the book, The Dreamboat. It’s a sizzling story. How do you feel about your … personal life being available for anyone to read about?

 

(He grins.)

That’s the nature of being featured in a book. I agreed to have the story of Darian’s and my meeting and falling in love told, so I can’t complain. I understand by sizzling you mean our lovemaking is told in detail. On my world sex, and lovemaking, isn’t seen as needing to be a hidden and unspoken of activity. We don’t go around shouting about it but everyone accepts, in fact expects it to be an important part of everyone’s life.

 

It’s intriguing to meet someone who has magic. Were you born so?

 

Oh yes. I’m descended from Elven peoples. In ancient times, my former world was filled with magical people.

 

I’ll make the rest of this interview fun if that’s okay with you?

 

I don’t mind. I do have a playful side even though I might come across as fierce and authoritarian in my role as head of royal security.

 

Before I move on to some fun questions could I ask you if many people are afraid of you?

 

(He laughs.)

I probably instill fear in a few people, usually those who have done wrong, but I’m not cruel even to the most unpleasant criminals. I think some fear me because of my magic, because I take my work extremely seriously, and, though I say it myself, I am highly competent and few if any perpetrators of felony escape me.

 

You are an imposing figure, so tall, muscular and well, frankly, beautiful.

(He smiles at me, and yes he’s gorgeous. There’s no point in pretending otherwise.)

Do you think the way you look has any bearing on how people regard you.

 

Regard me? If you mean my being tall and muscled might add to peoples’ fear of me, if indeed they do fear me? Maybe. I don’t know. As for being beautiful, thank you for the compliment.

 

(My turn to smile.)

Okay I’ll try to make the rest of the questions fun.

 

If you were a dessert, what would you be?

 

(Laughs) A dessert … something sweet … we have a fruit pie in my world. It’s delicious. I’d be that. Of course, the choice is easier because Darian loves that pie.

 

What do you do to relax?

 

I walk, usually with Darian, along the lake paths. We swim, too. Darian sings and plays his guitar to me.

 

What do you look for in a man?

I don’t look. I’m absolutely in love with Darian. He’s my perfect man. He’s described in the book if anyone wants details.

 

What is in your refrigerator right now?

 

Right now … I don’t know. (Shakes his head.) That’s a question for Milan, my wonderful assistant.

 

What’s on your bedroom floor?

 

A blue and gold patterned rug. I bought it in the East of my world. It’s beautiful and in an ancient traditional pattern handed down through generations of the Eastern people.

 

What do you wear in bed?

 

Nothing.

 

What’s your biggest fear?

 

Oh, well, I have to think about that for a second. Not that I take him for granted, I doubt it would happen, but losing Darian’s love. It would break my heart.

 

What is your most treasured possession?

 

Darian is not my possession but I treasure him. I treasure my assistant, Milan. He’s not a possession, either. What material thing do I treasure? (He frowns.)

You know, I don’t take my wealth for granted, nor my magic, but material things, possessions, I can replace, buy, even conjure, so I don’t think in terms of possessions. I treasure other ‘things.’ My Queen, my world, nature around me… (He looks at me.)

 

I understand.

 

Indigo, what clothes do you like to wear?

 

I prefer dark clothes and of course, I do have to wear some items of uniform as I belong to the Queen’s security service.

 

What do you like to see Darian dressed in?

 

Anything he likes, (his piercing blue eyes mist a little) although I do like him in a particular shirt he wore when I first set eyes on him. It shows off his muscular chest, but also, it reminds me how lucky I am to have met him. It always makes me smile to see him in that shirt.

 

Do you have a favorite piece of music?

 

Darian wrote a song for me when he thought he’d lost my love. He hadn’t, but he’d done something he regretted and thought I wouldn’t want to see him anymore. The song is wonderful. He sang it at court and everyone was captivated by it.

 

Tell the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.

 

(Frowns)

You mean a secret. I have many because of my work as a warlock and as head of security. I can’t tell any in case it puts someone in danger. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, not a thing.

 

I know you feature in another story about Queen Lissabella’s court and your world. Can you tell us a little about that story?

I make a few appearances in my capacity as head of security. I could inadvertently gave away too much of the plot so I can’t say much more than it’s another love story, but also a mystery, a suspense. I can safely tell you the title, which is String of Pearls.

 

Thank you for being here. Will you choose an excerpt from The Dreamboat for our readers before you go?

I will. I’d like it to feature Darian. He’s been through a lot in his life and those experiences are what led him to believe I wouldn’t want him. I’ll leave you with a passage that shows his turmoil when he’s discovered how wealthy I am.

 

Goodbye then, Indigo, safe journey home.

 

Thank you, good day.

(He stands, gives a little bow and strides out of the room.)

 


Read the blurb for The Dreamboat

 

Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge, The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.

Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.

As soon as he sets eyes on Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.

Here is the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as the warlock gathers his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?

 

Read the excerpt Indigo choose

 

Darian waited until Milan couldn’t see him from the skeeter, and then he circled the grounds and took the back gate to the path that would lead him away from the royal quarter of the city. He sped home, walking at a pace, his cloak wrapped around him, and all the time his thoughts spun. When Indigo had asked to see him again soon, he’d somehow invited his lover, his love, to visit his home. Darian didn’t know if he’d extended the invitation so that if Indigo was going to leave him because he was poor, it would happen fast and save him severe heartbreak, or if he hoped Indigo would accept his poverty, and his anxiety would diminish leaving him free to love Indigo. I’ve fallen in love with him. I never saw it coming. I wonder if he did? If he loves me, that is…

Darian passed one of the better apartment buildings. Less ancient and better kept than the one he currently lived in, the turrets gleamed lilac in the sun and willow trees draped over low white walls surrounding the building. Huge pots of jasmine stood at the bottom of the stoop. The sign he’d noticed a few days previously still hung from the wide pillared porch. ‘Apartment vacant, apply within.’

He paused. It can’t hurt to look. He walked up the path. The rich scent of jasmine wafted over him. He rang the bell.

The concierge showed him the apartment. It had a long balcony overlooking a bend in the stream that wound past the castle and fed the half-moat. Wild roses blossomed on the bank. The morning breeze played with pale pink petals, lifting them and scattering them gently into the sparkling water.

Darian fell in love with the apartment. It was clean and bright with light from long windows. The pale floors of polished wood added to the charm. It sat close to the border delineating the royal quarter so would only take him minutes to walk to work.

“Yes, I’ll take it.” Surprise widened his eyes as he heard the words falling from his mouth.

“Two moons’ rent up front is required before you move anything in—one for the rent, one for security. You’ll need to sign a contract. Any nonsense, noise, bawdy behavior, litter, damage, and you’re out. I don’t give warnings. I don’t give back the security money.”

Darian cringed under the suspicious gaze of the concierge. He’d expected a less alarming transaction. He only paid weekly for the place he currently lived in. The landlord there was kinder in manner. He thought about the invitation he’d given to Indigo. How wonderful it would be to meet Indigo at the castle and bring him here instead of to his dusty little rooms in the poor area of the city. “I need to bring the money later today after I’ve collected payment for my work.”

The concierge smirked. “Work at Temptations do ya, pretty boy?”

Darian recoiled and shook his head. “I do not. Not that anyone who does is … is inferior. I’m a musician.”

“Right then, if you’re not back with payment by fifteen hundred hours the place goes to the next applicant.”

Darian nodded and backed away. He left the building. By the time he arrived at his current dwelling he wondered how he could amass two moons’ rent in so little time. The sum amounted to an entire wage period. He made coffee and gazed from his pitted window at the people passing on the boardwalk that raised them from the unmade dirt track. People in this area still used ground transport and a vehicle sped by kicking up a cloud of dust and small gravel.

Darian had showered in the sky barge. Indigo had left him alone so that they didn’t fall on each other and have sex, which they’d enjoyed all night, but would have been unable to resist again, naked and close to each other in the cascade of water. He pictured his lover laughing and his heart contracted with emotion. I must rent that apartment. I can’t bring Indigo here. I wonder if the treasurer would pay me wages in advance. I’ll ask. The queen expected him at the castle by noon to sing and play as she entertained guests for lunch.

Darian possessed only three sets of clothes and he put on the last clean shirt from his armoire. He gathered the items that needed cleaning—two shirts and a pair of pants along with two pairs of undergarments and a cotton jacket. He stuffed them in the blue canvas bag to drop them to the laundry at the end of the street. The woman there was good at her job and inexpensive. A deci-coin would buy her services. He took one from the tiny pouch of money secreted in the inside pocket of his cloak and slid it into his pants pocket so that he could pay without showing he had other coin. It was a trick he’d learned as a young man living on the streets of the neighboring world’s capital.

Darian rushed to the castle early. He sought out the treasurer and pled his case for advance wages. The keeper of monies laughed at him. Darian slunk away. He went to the cavernous room where the musicians practiced, rehearsed, and wrote new material. The dance troupe filled the room with choreography, spinning, diving, and jumping, in readiness to entertain the queen that evening.

The viola player came to him as he stood at the door.

“Queen Lissabella is using the southern long-room for lunch today. Since you’re new here I’ll take you.”

Darian needed a lute that day. He still smarted from the treasurer’s laughter and denial of an advance on his wages. He shook his head at the viola player. “I know where it is. I need to collect instruments from the storage chamber,” he lied, wanting time alone.

The other musician shrugged and left him.

Darian edged around the dancers. He checked his guitar in its ornate leather case. I wonder if this would fetch much at the pawnbrokers. Then he put it back on the shelf where it was safer than in his apartment. He took a castle lute from the stand and wandered out to the corridors.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing


Read the blurb for 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.

Will love finally win with so many obstacles in Tobias and Dreft’s path?

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As an added bonus, read a deleted scene from String of Pearls

Tobias Mars glanced across at his co-pilot, Dante Pepper with a grin. “Hey, look at it this way, it might be a nuisance, but on the way something great might happen.”

“Such as?” Dante frowned as he set the craft on course for Garrus.C

“Well as we touch down on each planet we’re greeted with gorgeous guys offering refreshments.” Tobias laughed aloud as the craft soared into the sky.

A derisive grunt escaped Dante. “Viridian Kaa is the only gorgeous guy I want greeting me.”

“You’re lucky to have found love, Dante. I’m glad for you.” The craft shot into the stars and Tobias engaged the autopilot. “At least we only have to planet hop on the way back with the package. Why so much subterfuge is my question?”

Dante’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The royal prince is afraid of assassins.”

An early morning mist shrouded Garrus as they landed and took their passenger on board their craft. The prince, fondly known by the pilots as, the package, in keeping with the subterfuge surrounding the journey home, settled into his quarters. 

Copyright E. D. Parr.




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.


Read an excerpt


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, January 17, 2022

Liam couldn’t remember when a guy not showing for a date had upset him like this. #TeaserTuesday #gayromance #shifter #MMromance @evernightpub @parr_books




Teaser Tuesday with Blond

What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?

Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.

Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease.

Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever loved.

Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.

 

Read the #teaserTuesday excerpt

Liam looked forward to meeting Karl for dinner all day. He sang in the shower. He arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early. He requested a table near the window. Sitting there with a glass of iced water and nibbling on a breadstick, Liam couldn’t contain his happiness. A smile hovered all the time as he gazed out of the tinted window waiting for Karl. He waited until ten and then admitted to himself that Karl wasn’t coming. He ordered a pasta dish that looked comforting on the menu, but when it arrived he could only eat a few forkfuls. Liam paid and left the restaurant.

He stood on the sidewalk for a few moments alternatively thinking he’d walk to the bar and check if Karl was in there, then deciding against it. Liam’s shoulders slumped as he turned to go home. He felt so hurt by Karl’s lack of appearance that a place in his chest where he estimated his heart was, ached. Liam couldn’t remember when a guy not showing for a date had upset him like this.

As he tried to sleep that night, Liam turned over the reasons why Karl would stand him up. He finally fell asleep around three.

Liam worked late Friday and all weekend. He couldn’t face going to the bar, and so, late Sunday night, he opened a beer and flipped channels on the TV until an older action movie caught his attention. The hero was a total babe. His thoughts wandered to Karl and he pushed them away. Do not torture yourself.

Monday midmorning, feeling washed out, Liam picked up his tablet computer and wandered to Evan’s office to meet with his business partner and the potential client who owned the new indoor climbing facility.

Evan sent for coffee as Liam took a seat at the meeting table. The client hadn’t arrived.

“Do you want to take the notes this time?”

Liam poured cups of coffee. “Sure.” He pushed a cup toward Evan.

The door opened. Their assistant brought in the businessman they awaited. “Mr. Oberon for you, Evan, Liam.”

Evan already stood by the meeting table. He turned to greet their visitor.

Liam stood to shake hands, too. He raised his eyes from the tablet computer where he’d opened his notes application and saw Mr. Oberon. His stomach contracted with a strange deep emotional response as he recognized Karl.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 

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An Evernight Publishing editor’s pick

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Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Behind the Title Thursday. #gayromance #MMromance #LGBT #books He kissed Matt gently, pushing down the urge to ravage him with kisses that would lead to sex.


Behind the Title Thursday.

For this first post in the new blog post series I’ve chosen, Given Time.

Read where the title occurs in the story.

 

Angel turned to him. “Thank you for being here. Can I hug you?”

Matt broke into a huge smile. “Can you? Hell, I’m desperate to feel you in my arms. Come here.” He held out his arms.

Angel went into his embrace. He pushed close to Matt with a sigh of pleasure. He pressed his face against Matt’s. The shade of stubble on Matt’s jaw rasping on his skin, and the feel of Matt’s hard muscled chest he molded to combined to send streaks of pleasure tripping all the way through his body. Angel breathed in the masculine energy that bathed Matt. He turned his face and kissed near the side of Matt’s mouth.

Matt lifted a hand and slid it along Angel’s face. He grazed his lips against Angel’s in a soft brush as he whispered. “You feel good.” He kissed Angel, his mouth a soft merging of sensation that hardened Angel’s cock.

Angel closed his eyes and returned the kiss, taking another until they both broke away to breathe. “So do you—feel good.” He opened his eyes. “Bet the water’s boiled.” He wanted Matt, but the prickle of guilt about being happy when he was there for such a somber occasion forced him to push away.

Matt loosened his hold. His eyes held desire and his erection bulged in his black jeans.

Angel tore his gaze from the enticing sight. “I’ll switch the central heating on. I reckon there’ll be food in the fridge. We never had breakfast. Are you hungry?”

Matt laughed. “Sure, maybe not for food…”

Angel grinned at him. He spooned instant coffee into the mugs and poured the boiling water on them. As steam rose from the mugs, he went to the fridge and looked inside. It held nothing that represented a quick breakfast snack. He shrugged and checked the larder. The glass cookie jar was half-full of what looked like the fruit cookies available in the bakery on the Main Street. He brought the container to the counter and placed it next to the mugs of coffee.

“We’re stuck with cookies, sorry.”

Matt shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”

Without warning, anxiety gripped Angel. “Matt, let’s check Rory’s study. I need to find any paperwork.”

He brought Matt along the hall to the back of the house where his brother’s home office looked out onto the river. Angel opened the door and took a deep breath.

Matt ran his hand over Angel’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. There’ll be something.”

Angel took comfort from that. He walked to the big desk. Rory’s laptop lay closed on the top. The lead for the electrical connection was in the jack. Angel opened the lid. He pressed a key and the screen lit up. “It’s on. Hell, there’s not even a password required.” He flicked his gaze to Matt in surprise.

Matt walked around the desk and stood by his side. “That’s good, though, huh?”

Angel looked around the room. He wheeled the extra desk chair and placed it next to the one behind the desk. “Sit with me, Matt. Let’s check the files.”

Angel opened the documents file. A column of files built in the window. Each had a name that had to pertain to Rory’s previous work. Some way down the column Angel saw a file named ‘Loewe.’ He glanced at Matt. His expression meant to convey satisfaction at finding it.

Matt nodded in unspoken agreement.

Angel opened the file. Acutely disappointed by the one document on display, a sigh escaped him, but he opened the document.

It listed ideas for the sculpture and a ‘note to self’ from Rory to confirm the booking for the work and exhibition space to avoid damaging the finished artwork in transit from his home studio.

Angel sat back from the laptop and pushed his hands through his hair. He heaved a sigh.

“Fucking hell, he never confirmed. I can’t believe it.”

Matt put his hand onto Angel’s thigh. “Hey, what did I say? Honestly, I’m not angry. Maybe he got sick. That would explain it.”

Angel sagged in the chair. “I hope there’s a will or some instructions about his estate.”

Matt took his hand. “You need to grieve… maybe there’s a lawyer in town that Rory used for his will.”

Even though mixed emotions, disappointment, puzzlement, tumbled through his mind, Angel enjoyed the way Matt held his hand. He turned to Matt. “I don’t feel the sadness I should, Matt. I don’t know why. I did at first when I heard the news. I cried myself nearly sick, but now I have this weird feeling. I wish I’d contacted him. Now there’s no time. I always thought there would be.”

“Given time, what would you have said?” Matt’s low voice and gentle clasping of his hand helped Angel answer.

“That I miss him. That I’m sorry we parted so abruptly and that I hope there was happiness in his life.” Angel gazed into Matt’s eyes until Matt leaned forward and kissed him softly. The touch lifted his spirits. I feel so much better with Matt around.

He drew away from Matt. “It’s helped me to say the words even though he can’t hear them.” He attempted to get back to business. “You’re probably right about a lawyer.”

He reached over to the desk drawer on his left and opened it. A thick manila folder lay on top of a sheaf of what appeared to be newspaper cuttings. Angel brought the folder out and leafed through it. Everything was there. A copy of Rory’s will, insurance documents, the deed to the house that named both him and Angel, the lease to Rory’s building in town, a list of people and offices, the lawyer, Rory’s doctor, and other people that Angel didn’t know. He took a deep breath. “It’s very tidy. Rory used to be so … so scattered.” He put the folder on the desk next to the laptop. “We left the coffee in the kitchen.” It sounded strangely hollow as he said it. The words seemed to hang in the air. He stood.

Matt caught his hand. “You okay?”

Angel stared out of the window to the river beyond. “I just want it all finished. Hell, what time is it?” The memory that he’d asked the detective to bring him to see Rory’s body flashed into his mind. He snatched his phone from his jacket pocket. “It’s nearly one. Sorry, Matt, the detective will be here soon. I had no idea how late it was. I’d like to show you the studio here.” The imminent arrival of the police officer and the prospect of seeing Rory wrecked his tenuous composure.

Matt quietly followed him around the house until, in Rory’s huge studio, he stopped and pulled Angel into his arms. “Do you want me to come with you? I can see you’re distressed.”

Angel soaked up the comfort in Matt’s hug. “I can’t do that to you. I’ll be fine.” He half turned and waved a hand around the room. “See it’s empty. What do you make of that?”

Matt let him go. “Could be everything finished is sold or in an exhibition. Surely the office staff in town would know.”

Angel shook his head. “I should have asked. What will you do this afternoon? I don’t have your phone number.”

Matt took out his cell phone. “I don’t have yours.” His eyes twinkled.

Angel gave him the number and smiled as his phone beeped in his hand when Matt messaged him. “Can I call you, when I’ve dealt with a few things? We could have dinner. I feel as if I’ve dragged you around all the sad corners this morning. I want to be with you tonight as if … as if…”

Matt’s expression held tenderness. “As if we’re lovers … and we are, even if it’s new.”

Relief flooded Angel. He immediately knew that’s what he wanted badly. “Yes.” His voice came out a whisper. He pushed his arms around Matt’s neck and rested his forehead on Matt’s. Happiness blanketed him. Matt’s light herbal cologne filled his head. Matt’s lips a fraction away from his were a sweet temptation. The way they fit against each other felt so right. Calm crept over Angel. He kissed Matt gently, pushing down the urge to ravage him with kisses that would lead to sex. His cock jerked all the same and he thrust his hips against Matt’s hard body. The column of his cock met the bulge in Matt’s pants and he smiled. “Hell, Matt, I can’t help wanting to fuck you hard.”

Matt smiled and kissed him quickly before he moved away. “The feeling is mutual, but I reckon greeting this detective with a visible hard on might not be the way to go. You’re happier at least.”

Angel tried to think his erection away. The doorbell echoed along the hall below them.

Even though he expected the visit, the sound sent a spike of shock through Angel.

“Call me.” Matt strode to the exit and the stairs, and Angel trailed behind him.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing

N.B. this book contains explicit mm love scenes.
Trigger: loss of a sibling 
Gay romance with HEA  

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Given Time

Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away.

Angel is amazed when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. Gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.

Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.




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