Sizzling Teaser Tuesday from #gay #scifi #romanticsuspense String of Pearls He spun around, suddenly self-conscious and worried because he hadn’t been with a man for so long and now here were two. @evernightpub @parr_books

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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Tobias stomped through the palace grounds. He pushed away his sexual needs as he walked around the rose garden three times and then he gave in. He exited the compound by the south gate and hailed a hire skeeter as it cruised by at the height of the castle walls.

The pilot dropped him on the sidewalk outside Temptations with a grin.

“Have a good night, sir.” He handed back Tobias’s currency-card having scanned it and taken the required fare.

Tobias nodded and slipped the card into his jacket pocket. “Thanks.” He strode into Temptations before he found an excuse not to. One of the hosts approached him.

“Good evening, Tobias Mars. It’s been some time since your last visit. What can I do for you?”

Temptations ranged over three floors and spread far along the riverbank. A pastel-colored building, elegant and turreted, it housed a nightclub for dancing, bars, a restaurant, and private rooms where customers could indulge in glorious sex with whoever they chose, man, men, woman or women. Renowned for excellent customer service, discretion, cleanliness, and fun, there wasn’t a more high-class establishment in this part of the galaxy than Temptations.

Tobias forced a smile onto his face. Even if this host remembered him, he had no idea who the man was. “Good evening. Yes. I’ve been busy. I’d like a companion, or two, for the night. Male, pretty—”

The host’s expression held nothing but acceptance. “Duet is available. I’ll show you to a room.”

Tobias followed the host up the wide, curved staircase that led to the rooms. Strains of music followed him as the double doors to the dance club opened and closed when customers left.

Inside an opulent room, the host poured fruit wine from a chilled carafe and handed it to Tobias. “Have a relaxing night, sir. Duet will be along right away.” He left Tobias standing in the middle of the room. 

A summer night breeze lifted the hems of the sheer drapes from the tall windows in small undulations. The many soft lights scattered around the room sent a comforting glow over a huge, low bed adorned with a white sheet. By the bed stood a table holding the cold wine, decorated boxes that Tobias knew from past experience held satin soft paper tissues, condoms, sex toys, lube in colored gel packs and herbal concoctions designed to prolong pleasure.

He placed the wine glass on the table.

A whisper of air as the door opened and closed alerted him to Duet’s arrival. He spun around, suddenly self-conscious and worried because he hadn’t been with a man for so long and now here were two.

The men wore nothing but wonderful colored face paint. Their jet-black hair fell down their backs in thick braids, their eyes, made even more blue by the blue color on their eyelids, sparkled like a tropical sky blue ocean.

Tobias gazed on their beauty and savored their hard-muscled bodies. He followed the V of their hips and his breath caught as his eyes traced their huge erections, the tips of their cocks bobbing against flat stomachs as they came to him.

Tobias closed his eyes as one of them slipped cool strong hands around his face and kissed him. The kiss woke his cock and he sighed as the other man opened his pants and pulled them down his thighs freeing his aching, rock-hard dick. He pulled back from the kiss. “I won’t last long the first time,” he murmured his concern.

Copyright E.D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 2019

From the author

The story is set in the same SciFi fantasy city as last year’s release, The Dreamboat.

Indigo Vaughn, the warlock head of security, features in the story along with a new cast of characters. When I wrote The Dreamboat, I already had the new characters in my head along with their story. Tobias Mars and Dante Pepper, the elite space pilots for the royal court, very nearly made an appearance in The Dreamboat, but because that story is about Indigo at last finding love, I decided they needed their own story.

Once upon a time Dante and Tobias were close to becoming lovers, but Dante met Viridian and fell in love. Tobias has yet to meet his love when String of Pearls, opens. He’s a man of high integrity, handsome, caring, but also longing for love and sex. String of Pearls is his love story.

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Uncovering and divulging an outlandish conspiracy will put a hard bump into any journalist’s career. New release #gay #PNR from @evernightpub and Katherine Wyvern

Thank you so much for hosting me today with my new release, The Elder Man. This story is very close to my heart, and to my life!

Over two years ago I made a drawing of my favorite model as an antlered forest god.  It sat quietly in my album for almost 12 months, but it kept pushing invisible roots all over my soul, until suddenly last year, this story began to write itself. It was light and sexy and full of humor (poking fun at city people baffled by the countryside is my revenge for how befuddling the city is to me!) but I soon became aware that there was more to it than met the eye.

In fact it became a tapestry of all the things I love most in my life, my barely tamed garden and my woods, my animals, my sculpting and natural building, my simple, off grid lifestyle, and the beauty and antiquity of the Dordogne, the region in SW France where I have been living for almost 10 years. I wanted to give a face to the bone-deep magic that I see and feel in all this.

My forgotten but still powerful forest god is the form I chose to express all that is wondrous, healing and grounding in my life.

Or maybe *he* chose me, and did his own thing. My characters notoriously tend to do that.

I did a number of illustrations, at different times, for this story.

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Uncovering and divulging  an outlandish conspiracy will put a hard bump into any journalist’s career, and Armin can only blame himself when he’s dispatched from Frankfurt’s skyscrapers into the depths of rural France on the unglamorous job of writing about a cobbing workshop.

Natural building is messy, dirty and sweaty work, but it has its consolations. For example, Van, the greying but undeniably hot master cobber teaching the workshop. Sure, the man is a hopeless tree-hugger, with embarrassing notions about ancient folklore and religions, but he’s still worth a week-long fling, right?

When Van is revealed in all his majesty and power as a long forgotten forest god, however, the week-long fling might well become entangled with eternity, on the edge between life, death, madness, and immortality.

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It was a recurring human figure, subtly hinted, here and there, never whole, never obvious, always just suggested in the curve of a tree trunk, half hidden in shade, and always crowned with horns or antlers, sometimes real antlers.

It seemed almost to Armin, once or twice, that Van’s wandering, wavering shadow had antlers of its own. Enough wine, he thought, blinking. What I need is black coffee.

“Why the antlered man?” he asked over Monica’s voice. The non sequitur took everyone by surprise.

“Eh?” blared Monica.

“I beg your pardon?” asked Mark, completely thrown.

Armin felt suddenly bashful and a little stupid, not to mention rude. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. It’s just that I keep seeing him everywhere, and I wondered…”

Edith, Meintje and Ella looked at him quizzically, all three head tilted to one side rather comically. Rebekka looked vaguely around, as if trying to catch the shape that everyone had missed.

Armin decided he could either explain or let them all think he was stoned, drunk, or tripping, so he pointed with his index finger to the wall. “I am not hallucinating. Look, right there by the window. And there, where the shelf meets the pillar. You can see an arm and a shoulder. And just outside the fireplace, near the table. He pops up all over the sculptures, if you look.”

Van was smiling. Jean-Pierre harrumphed, frowning, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Allie shot him a quick apprehensive glance.

“Why the antlered man? Who is it?” repeated Armin, a little confused, looking at Van.

Van shrugged. “He’s … Amun, and Silvanus and Pan, and the Leshy and Veles and Svyatibor … even the Minotaur, perhaps. There is a picture of him as old as fifteen thousand years in a cave in the Ariege, la grotte des Trois-Frères. The Sorcerer. Prancing fellow with antlers and a thumping big dong.”

Every woman in the room, including the young girls, giggled.

“Van!” said Allie.

He grimaced theatrically. “Sorry. All these old horned males. What can I say?”

“Van!”

“Anyway, some would say he’s the Devil, too, and Baphomet. And lately, just the Horned God. It all got twisted about since the Christians started messing with the old deities. And the Wiccans just made one big stew of it all to cover all the bases and be on the safe side. They may not be wrong however. In France, the Gauls came to call him Cernunnos or Carnonos or Cerunincos, which all simply mean the horned one or the antlered one. I suppose we might go with Cernunnos.”

He smiled.

Allie looked at him adoringly. Jean-Pierre scoffed.

“Wherever you look, there was always a god of the forest, the earth, the water… a god of low places, valleys, sources, meadows. His trees were always small trees. Healing trees. The willow, the elder, the rowan. Not a sky god. Not a war god. He was also, as often as not, a god of agriculture and fertility. And death and healing, even resurrection.  Fall, winter, and spring, the seasons. Nature again. It was easy in the old days to believe in such a divinity. And it was wise to pay tribute to him. Forests, fields, death, rebirth, the cycles and forces of nature were rather more … central.”

“They still seem central enough in this place,” said Edith, smiling.

Van bowed.

“But why the antlers?” asked Josefine. “It seems awfully impractical, even for a forest god.”

Van gave a wry laugh. “It sure is,” he said. But then he sobered and added, “There has always been something mystical about the stag and his antlers, in all the old Indo-European cultures. The stag was important enough to have his own constellation, roughly where modern astronomers place Ophiuchus. The Celts put it nicely, saying that the stag carried the solar disk in his crown. His antlers and his strength are greatest in the autumn, and they are lost in the winter and emerge again in the spring. He incarnates the death of nature and its awakening. He and Cernunnos are avatars of the fall, of the death of nature and its rebirth. Cycles again.”

“Is that why he’s sculpted everywhere?” asked Armin. “Do you, like—er—believe? In this… god?”

Van scratched his graying beard and gave him a roguish grin. “Let’s put it this way. Just on the off chance he’s still walking about in these parts, I’d rather not piss him off. Those olden gods...” He waved a hand and rolled his eyes, and everyone laughed, but Armin held eye contact with him for a moment and had a feeling Van had not spoken completely in jest.

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Hell, Chris, I’ve thought about being with you like this so many times, wished for it, and now I have my wish, I’m desperate. #midweektease #MMromance

For #MWTease #midweekteaser a sexy shower scene from MM romance 

Hawk v Falcon

Chris Falconer receives an email from his lost high school friend, Justin, ten years after he last saw him, Chris is overjoyed. The two boys had shared kisses and sworn love for each other, but before their love could be tested, Justin’s mother abruptly took Justin out of school, and they disappeared.

Multi-talented and handsome Chris has never forgotten Justin—turns out Justin has never forgotten Chris either.

On a modeling assignment in New York, Justin sees Chris in a café and can’t help contacting him, but his ex, Todd, who doesn’t want Justin but doesn’t want Chris to have him either, has plans to throw their reunion into disarray.

So begins a love story full of emotion. Will Todd succeed? Or this time, will Justin and Chris have the happy ending and delicious love they deserve?

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Justin gazed after Chris as the bathroom door closed. He sat on the end of the bed and stared at the ensuite entrance. Knowing Chris was in there naked did something to Justin’s insides. He pressed a finger to his lips, the memory of their kiss teasing him as desire to hold Chris close raced through him. He stood and paced to the window. Pale streaks of dawn filtered through the leaves of a huge tree. Will he think it’s too soon if I go in there? I need him. I’m going in there.

Justin dragged off his clothes and turned the ensuite door handle slowly. Steam obscured his vision of Chris except for a tantalizing view of his muscular ass as Chris turned in the shower sprinkles. Justin opened the shower stall door. The thought of being naked with Chris had thickened his cock. His stomach clenched as Chris saw him and opened his arms.

Justin stepped close. There were no words. He rammed his body on Chris’s as water streamed over his head and back. He swept his hands along Chris’s back and up to grab his shoulders as he kissed Chris.

Water ran in soft rivers over their noses and by the sides of their mouths.

Justin shifted and pushed a hand between their bodies to touch Chris. The half-erection that met his fingertips, jerked into a huge, hard column. Justin gripped the delicious cock and a soft moan escaped him as he broke contact with Chris’s lips to whisper.

“I want you bad. I need you. I want to taste your cum. Hell, Chris, I’ve thought about being like this with you so many times, wished for it, and now I have my wish, I’m desperate.”

Chris grabbed his head and kissed him hard.

Justin opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Chris’s mouth. His cock ached and throbbed. The underside of his balls felt melted, and then as Chris grabbed his dick and pumped slowly, his balls tightened and he sighed against Chris’s lips.

Chris let him go and a frown of loss leapt between his eyes, but Chris’s hands were only gone for moments, and then were all over him slipping and sliding with soap.

The sensation made him groan.

Chris took his cock in one strong hand.

Justin leaned into Chris, his head on Chris’s shoulder as the pumping, and sliding took him into a spiral of desire. Justin’s cock pulsed and his balls hardened. Chris slid an arm around Justin holding him in an iron embrace as he worked Justin’s cock, his own rock hard column pressed against Justin’s hip adding to the deep pleasure that burned over Justin. He gasped and thrust his hips with every pull from Chris’s lathered fingers.

Justin groaned and pressed his mouth against Chris’s neck. In a huge wave of completely delicious sensation, Justin’s cum spurted high. His body rocked. His stomach clenched and he moaned onto Chris’s skin. The throbs of orgasm went on for a long time. His thighs weakened and he nuzzled Chris on the jaw, water filling his mouth and leaking down his chest. “Chris, let me make you come, too. I want that so much.”

Chris rammed his erection against the side of Justin’s body. He still held Justin’s cock and slowly let go to stroke Justin’s balls and stomach.

A huge pulse went through Justin’s shrinking erection. The pleasure made him gasp.

He pulled the soap from the dish inserted in the shower stall wall and lathered his hands. He grabbed Chris’s muscled thighs and slid his fingertips around to tease at the crack of Chris’s ass. He whispered against Chris’s lips. “Later when you don’t taste of soap I’m going to suck the cum out of you, but right now I want your cock in my hands.” He felt Chris’s intake of breath at his words and pressed his mouth to Chris’s wet lips in a kiss, and then he jerked Chris off.

He gripped and pumped, the lather from the soap making his hand slide to the end and then to the hilt of Chris’s huge cock. He pressed his forehead to Chris’s muscled chest. He bent to watch as he pumped, until Chris moaned and gripped Justin’s back, his hips jerking to the pull and slide of Justin’s hand.

Justin smiled as Chris orgasmed with such force, he slammed his cock up, making Justin lose his grip. Chris’s pulsing cock rammed on Justin’s stomach and slipped along, trailing cum and soft soap lather. Justin lifted his head and kissed along Chris’s neck, waiting for Chris to catch his breath.

“Fucking hell. That felt ... so good. I’m shaking. Come here.” Chris grabbed Justin’s head and kissed him, his lips in a hungry onslaught on Justin’s. His fingers tunneling in Justin’s wet hair, he thrust his body slowly on Justin’s.

Justin’s eyes closed with pure lust. He grasped Chris’s ass and dragged him further against his own body until they crushed together, kissing and thrusting their tongues on each other’s with low murmurs. 

©Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink

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Will a sexy encounter heal Angel’s troubled soul #midweektease #MMromance #gayromance

This week I'm teasing with an excerpt from 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, estranged from his older brother, Rory.

Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but 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.

As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.

A delicious erotic love story with HEA

Warning the book contains explicit and frequent MM sex

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Matt cradled the whisky glass in his hand for a few seconds. His heartbeat sped up as anticipation flooded him. The handsome man who’d sat alone and ate little fascinated him. Matt knew the guy stared without seeing for a while, and then the eye contact when he saw Matt, was electrifying. No one had ever looked at Matt that way. The sheer sexual hunger and loneliness in those pale eyes forced a shock of attraction to spark along his stomach muscles. There was no mistake. This handsome man was gay. Matt swished his drink around and the ice cubes clinked in the glass. Will he join me? Let him take the chance. It’s time I had someone in my life.

Matt forced himself to lean casually on the bar. He put down the glass. His hand shook. Fucking calm down. He might not come. He probably won’t. It was a bad idea to send a note. Who do I think I am, some movie character? Matt felt rather than saw his quarry approach. His mouth went dry. He suddenly wanted the beautiful Italian tiled floor to open up and let him fall into the hole where failed attempts at finding love littered the black chasm.

“I got your note. Thank you … for sending it … I asked for my coffee to be sent in. Would you like a cup of coffee … or another drink?”

Matt’s entire body reacted to the low, halting tones of the man’s voice. Relief and fear flooded him. He sent a silent request into the ether, which generally fed him premonitions. Don’t let me mess this up. He straightened and faced the man taking in every facet—pale green eyes, like the shallow water lapping at a tropical beach, the sort of handsome face that usually carried guys into a modeling career, and wavy dark hair that Matt itched to run his fingers through. His stomach clenched and a strange melting feeling gathered between his legs. Fucking hell, he’s amazing.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 

About Given Time

I wrote this story intending to dedicate it to someone in the front of the book when the publisher asked if I had a dedication. In fact, I didn’t when given the chance, because it no longer seemed appropriate. (It might have looked as if I rode on the back of this person's success.)

The inspiration for the story came last Christmas when I went to stay with friends in another county, but one that I know very well and have lived in. Just like Matt in the story I was shocked and deeply saddened when a much-loved celebrity suddenly died on Christmas Day. I’d followed this artist’s work for years and, because he was a musician, the lyrics and his songs had often lifted me from sadness. 

Like many others I wandered off to the house the person lived and died in, which was just a couple of miles away in the next village. I sat in my car watching the parade of people placing tributes along the wall of the house.

The core of the inspiration came from seeing a lone man approach as fog descended on the long pathway. He was tall, slender, dressed stylishly from head to foot in black, and he carried a bunch of white lilies that he placed beside other flowers. His melancholy exuded from his elegant movements. The sight struck me and I couldn’t put it out of my mind as the circumstances surrounding the  death of this musician was reported in the news for weeks.

I know a little about the deceased’s life, and know sadness surrounding his love-life was often woven into his songs. I wrote the story for him … for him to have a happy ending. If that sounds weird, then that’s okay … he gave me, and still does, such pleasure through his music.

The story isn’t about a musician. It’s about life and love. There are a number of scorching hot love scenes in the story, which I enjoyed writing for the two heroes, Matt and Angel, who after hoping for love, finally find it.

Thank you to the late and beautiful George Michael whose album Older saved me a few times from despair.

Thank you, also, to the unknown, gorgeous man who laid lilies outside the big old house.

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A strange wave of shyness flew over Liam #MMromance #PNR from WIP Blonde for #midweektease

Midweek tease is from E.D.Parr's WIP romantic erotica, MM shifter romance 

Blonde 

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 wanted.

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?

Liam Hale lounged against the bar cradling his cold glass. He swished the dark golden liquid around the remaining ice cubes and raked the room with hungry eyes.

Milo, the bartender, drew a beer across from Liam.

“On the hunt again, Liam? Not many to choose from yet.”

Liam turned his tall frame in a leisurely roll to face Milo. “It’s early and Monday. I should be home prepping for a presentation tomorrow … but…”

Milo snorted a laugh. “But you’re here, darling, looking for Mr. Right. Nice shirt.” He flounced off holding the frosty glass of draught beer as if it was treasure.

Liam watched him set the glass down on a paper napkin in front of the customer. He liked Milo. The guy camped it up, and stuck with that persona. Liam hid his homosexuality behind a hard muscled body, straight persona, dark CK business suits, and sharp cut hair. Liam had to look down at his shirt to remember what he was wearing. He’d taken his tie off and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as he entered the building. He’d worn his pink Ralph Lauren shirt. Sometimes he dressed in the morning in a fog of sleep deprivation. Often lonely, Liam would seek solace in late night movies or work.

Liam drank the last of his bourbon and placed the glass on the bar. He gestured at Milo who danced to the dulcet and much loved voice of George Michael that drifted through the speakers situated above the bar counter. The bar always played CD music if there was no guest band. Liam liked that. The bar held a cool and yet welcoming ambiance. It was the only bar he knew for sure where none of his business friends would show up and that made it his favorite haunt.

Milo spun toward him.

“I’ll settle up, Milo—better make tracks home.” Liam paid for his drink. He waved the change from his ten-dollar note away leaving it as a tip, and turned to leave.

 A burst of interest spiked through him as his gaze alighted on a man entering the wide arched doorway. Liam wasn’t usually into blondes, but this man captured his attention. His heartbeat increased as the man approached the bar. Liam couldn’t recall ever having a nervous reaction to a guy he’d never met, nor spoken to before, and he equated the rapid beat of his heart with the way his body betrayed him every time he made a presentation at work.

Frozen in his intent to exit the bar, Liam stood alongside the square of dance floor and a half-naked guy twirled in front of him gyrating and thrusting his hips with a smile.

“Hi, Liam.”

Liam flicked his gaze from the washboard torso of the dancer to his face.

He frowned as he greeted the guy. “Hey, how’re you doin’?” Liam had no idea who this was, but since the man knew his name, he felt obliged to smile as he sidestepped and headed for the safety of the tables and chairs set up away from the dance floor.

Liam found an empty table, but didn’t take a seat. He grabbed the back of the chrome and faux leather chair and gazed at the blonde who now chatted with Milo as he took a distinctive green larger bottle from the bartender’s hand.

Liam drank in the sight of the tall man’s rear view. He wore denim jeans and a tear high on the back of his thigh revealed lightly tanned skin. His shirt fell only halfway down his hips, and Liam heaved a sigh as he detected a hard muscled ass beneath the blue fabric of the gorgeous guy’s pants.

Liam looked away for only a moment. When he raised his eyes again the man had turned and now gazed right at him. A strange wave of shyness flew over Liam. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the dark gaze aimed at him, and yet fear prickled down his spine. He traced the planes of the handsome man’s face with worry creasing between his eyes, and then in a rapid move he released his grip on the chair, and strode from the bar onto the sidewalk.

The mid-summer air had cooled with nightfall. Liam gulped it in as he opened an extra button on his shirt. He pulled at the collar as his heart raced. Fuck me. He’s hot as hell. But what’s wrong with me, shaking like a newbie? I’m not even into blonde guys. Liam took off, striding along the sidewalk until he saw a cab. He hailed it with an outstretched arm, while balancing on the curb.

Copyright recorded E.D.Parr July 2017  to be released by Evernight Publishing 

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They want each other. Their chemistry is scorching. Their encounters erotic. #MMromance for #SexySnippets

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A Forever Kind of Thing

Businessman Will has hoped to meet musician Josh for so long, he’s astonished and elated when Josh finally notices and pursues him at one of the band’s gigs.

After a heady night of love, Josh is devastated when Will turns out to be a millionaire. He’s not a hustler. He couldn’t take and he couldn’t compete. He retreats into his music.

Will is sure they could have something special and tries to prove his love for Josh in the only way he knows how. Trouble is—it’s the wrong way.

Josh is shocked to discover he can’t forget Will.

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

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

Can love triumph?

A fun gay erotic romance 

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 A low cloud of machine-generated mist shrouded the base of the stage and a pre-recorded instrumental heralded their arrival. The standing audience surged forward. The band raged into the opening bars of their best-known song, and the people whooped and applauded, joining in the chorus happily.

Josh raked the faces of the audience with a desperate gaze searching for the man who was always there. When he saw the familiar handsome face to the back of the crowd on the dance floor that fronted the slightly raised stage, a wave of relief hit him and brought a smile to his face aimed directly at the man. Josh sang to him—for him. By the time he was to perform his acoustic guitar solo song, he’d entered a dream where the gorgeous guy told Josh he loved him and they fucked each other hard all night, only surfacing for coffee late the next morning.

©Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink

Delicious, erotic #MMromance

A Forever Kind of Thing

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

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

Can love triumph? #kindleunlimited

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When Chris Falconer receives an email from his lost high school friend, Justin, ten years after he last saw him, Chris is overjoyed. The two boys had shared kisses and sworn love for each other, but before their love could be tested, Justin’s mother abruptly took Justin out of school, and they disappeared.

Multi-talented and handsome Chris is a cage fighter at Jack’s Clubhouse, and the Dungeon Master in the Candy Apple club. He writes a column for a fitness blog and keeps himself busy, but deep down he’s never forgotten Justin—turns out Justin has never forgotten Chris either.

On a modeling assignment in New York, Justin sees Chris in a café and can’t help contacting him, but his ex, Todd, who doesn’t want Justin but doesn’t want Chris to have him either, has plans to throw their reunion into disarray.

So begins a love story full of emotion. Will Todd succeed? Or this time, will Justin and Chris have the happy ending and delicious love they deserve?

A second chance erotic gay romance with a touch of suspense.

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Justin’s gaze moved over Chris in a slow appraisal. “I was so overwhelmed last night I don’t think I understood just how hot you are.”

Chris grinned at Justin expressing about him what he felt about Justin. “That’s how I feel about you. I keep wanting to tear your shirt off.”

Justin gazed into Chris’s eyes. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. 

©Elodie Parkes, Encompass Ink

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Warm nights and scorching sex has someone’s heart in chains. #MMromance suspense #gayromance @EncompassInk #MidweekTease

#MWTease the #midweektease is from Heart in Chains 
M/M romance 

Heart in Chains

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

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

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

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Acutely aware of Jay’s thigh dangerously close to his own, Connor was having trouble believing he wouldn’t be hurt, and to his horror, squashing down a ridiculous attraction to Jay.

“Who were they—the people on the boat, and did … did your men kill them?” His voice fell to a whisper.

“No, of course not. The gunfire, it was for intimidation only … to round up the people into a group … to show them we meant business. The people are obscenely rich and will bring a good price. As soon as we have the money, we will free them, and you, too, Connor.” His voice softened as he said Connor’s name and he patted Connor on the leg.

Connor nearly leapt from the bed and ran across the room, chain and all. The way Jay said his name as if it was a caress, was bad enough, but the hand on his leg sent shivers flying up his thigh to his stomach. His cock started to harden and he covered it by holding the water bottle to his lap.

“You’re pirates? I was told this area was safe from pirates. I don’t know why you couldn’t have left me alone.” Connor tried an appeal. “Why not let me go now? I’m no use to you.”

Jay gave a short laugh. “You must know I can’t let you go until I free everyone. This is a secret location. Settle down, Connor. I’ll bring the air-con remote and something for you to read. The place is clean. The bedding is clean. Maybe you should sleep for a while.” He stood and looked down into Connor’s upturned face.

Confusion filled Connor. Jay’s expression held something close to kindness and some deeper emotion Connor couldn’t name. A frown furrowed Connor’s forehead. He was sure that attraction filled Jay’s eyes. He’d seen it in a guy’s eyes enough times to recognize it. Connor couldn’t say anything. He gazed back at Jay until the man turned and went away.

When Jay had left, Connor stood and followed to the door. The chain clanked along behind him and tugged on his anklebone, but he got there. Unexpectedly, fury rose up in his chest. He tried the door handle and to his amazement, it opened. He had to step back a little as it swung inwards, but then he could stand in the doorway. He gazed around. The hut was on a path that had another hut opposite and palm trees. Palms of all sizes lined the path. A man with a semi-automatic rifle laid across his lap sat outside the other hut on a wicker chair. He casually glanced up at Connor and then went back to reading his magazine. Connor sighed heavily. He trailed back inside and closed the door so that his hut filled with cool air again from the unit over the lintel. As he walked to the bed, fatigue overcame him. Why am I so tired? This is incredible, and the worst is, no one will be wondering where I am. No one will know I’ve been taken captive.

Connor hadn’t told his small group of friends about his vacation destination, or for how long he’d be gone. His parents just accepted that he would send a card when he’d called them at their home in Florida a week ago. He’d left everything wide open on purpose, because deep down he wanted Brad to think he’d found someone new and was away with a lover having a great time.

He sat on the bed, swung his legs up as he held the chain away, and arranged it so that it didn’t drag on his ankle. He lay down pulling the pillow under his head. Connor closed his eyes. He thought over what had happened and recalled the expression in Jay’s eyes. What a fucking shame we met like this. There’s a possibility he’s gay—well I think he is. There’s a look that only gay guys give each other. What am I going to do? As soon as I feel better, I’ll look around for a way to escape.

Connor’s thoughts drifted and he fell asleep.

©Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink 

Connor and Jay my heroes just gelled in my mind immediately as I considered the kind of adventure Connor might have on vacation in an exotic place such as Indonesia. Jay is a mysterious character, tough, driven, but on the verge of changing his dangerous life when he meets Connor. Connor is still getting over a relationship break up, but it’s been long enough and he’s tired of being single. His former boyfriend’s betrayal stays with him, but as soon as he sees Jay, attraction is seeded in his heart.

These two characters are dear to me. Tenderness lies beneath Jay’s composed and tough exterior and courage lies beneath Connor’s sexual vulnerability. I think both will surprise you as you read their story.

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