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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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Handsome Luke Kirby loves books, so when he finds boxes of old and beautiful tomes in a dusty shop, he can’t resist buying them. To his delight one of them contains what he hopes will bring an end to his loneliness and heartache. As he prepares to cast an ancient prayer spell to the god of love, across town Ethan Goss decides that moving to a new apartment will ease his broken heart.

With the help of an eccentric real estate agent, who just might be a left over mythical god, gorgeous Ethan goes to a viewing in the block where Luke lives.

When Luke meets Ethan in the lobby, it’s the start of a passionate love affair.

Fate hasn’t finished with the two handsome men—will true happiness evade them both?

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In the lobby, Victor stopped walking. “I should show you the garden, but I need the key for the gate. It’s in my car. Wait here a moment.” He strode rapidly out of the front doors.

 

Ethan checked out the table in the foyer where mail sat in three neat stacks. One stack had a lot, the others not much at all. Ethan couldn’t help reading the names on the envelopes. As his gaze traveled over the addresses, someone clattered down the polished hardwood stairs.

 

Ethan turned to the footsteps.

 

A young man glanced up from watching where his feet fell. His blue eyes locked with Ethan’s stare.

 

Ethan gazed at him, and his stomach lurched. His heart pounded. Not one word would form in his mind other than, Wow.

 

The young man smiled, approaching the table. “Hi. I’m collecting my snail mail—yeah, not much as usual.”

 

Through a daze of attraction, Ethan watched the man pick up the two envelopes in his stack. He looked the young man up and down, taking in his hard body and fashionably cut dark hair. He held back a sigh of appreciation as the man turned to him.

 

“Are you the new tenant?” He waved a hand at the apartment door.

His low voice traveled over Ethan like a glaze of melting honey. Ethan stared at the man’s handsome face. He is gorgeous. About my age, too. “I haven’t taken the place yet, just…just viewed it.”

 

The young man moved closer. “You should take it. There aren’t many places as good, big, and with a garden this close to the city.” He held out his hand. “Luke Kirby. I live on the third floor, but that’s my patch of garden next to yours, if you take the place. It might seem odd to have to trundle down the stairs to sit in the sun with my coffee, but I’ve grown used to it.” His eyes sparkled at Ethan. He held Ethan’s gaze as he talked.

 

Butterflies filled Ethan’s stomach. He couldn’t stop his heart hammering and wondered if he could actually speak, meeting Luke had such an effect on him. “Ethan Goss.” He shook Luke’s hand. What he felt like doing was pulling the guy close and kissing those perfect lips that moved again.

 

“Pleased to meet you.” Luke held on to Ethan’s hand. His eyes held something unspoken.

 

A wave of longing rose through Ethan. His loneliness and need for sex put an ache in his stomach, replacing the butterflies. He glanced down at the strong hand gripping his, wondering if he could hold on a little longer, despite how weird that might be. Better not, that’s kinda creepy. All the same, it wasn’t Ethan who abandoned the handshake.

 

Luke let go but trailed his fingertips along Ethan’s palm as he withdrew his hand.

 

With his skin tingling from the touch, Ethan gazed into Luke’s blue eyes and knew. He’s gay. He somehow knows I am, too—probably the way I’m ogling him. He’s interested in me. Thank you, god. Ethan flashed his eyes at Luke with a flirtatious expression he usually reserved for cute guys he met in the gay bar.

 

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From, Shower You With Love

Chapter One

Chris hummed the catchy melody of a song he’d heard in the store where minutes ago he’d bought some groceries on his way home from work. He’d chosen his boyfriend’s favorite wine to drink with dinner in an effort to apologize for being late again. His meeting dragged on way past the expected time of conclusion, despite his efforts to curtail it. Surprised there were no lights on in the little brownstone he shared with his lover, Chris fished in his overcoat pocket for his house key. He juggled the paper sack of pasta, tomatoes, and wine as he fumbled the key in the lock. The half-stick of French bread somehow leaped from the bag and landed at his feet.

Chris succeeded in opening the door and flipped on the hall lights in a move that had his key falling to the tiled floor. He called out. “Andrew? Hey, are you home?” He strode to the kitchen and placed the paper sack on the table, then went back to pick up his house key and the bread stick. There’d been no answer from Andrew and he closed the front door. An unfamiliar emotion gripped him and his heartbeat sped up. Is Andrew sick? Chris took the stairs two at a time to the bedroom they shared. “Andrew?” He knew in his heart his lover wasn’t there. He switched on the pendant instead of the bedside lamp wanting to flood light on what was happening.

A note lay on the bed.

Sorry Chris. You must know we’re over. I’ve changed my phone number to avoid any uncomfortable conversations. Andrew

Chris read the note twice before he checked the closet. Andrew’s clothes and shoes were gone. Chris clicked off the light and, note in hand, went down to the kitchen. Andrew had never brought many belongings into the place other than clothes, shoes, and a handful of DVDs, but he had bought them both a coffee mug that proclaimed their love. Chris saw them, rinsed and upside down on the sink drainer. The sight brought tears to his eyes. Chris went to the fridge and took out a beer. He slumped on a kitchen chair, still wearing his overcoat, and heaved a sigh.

He turned over every loving moment they’d shared over the last six months until his head hurt. He looked among his memories for signs he could have missed that Andrew was so unhappy he’d just leave. He found nothing. I wish I’d paid more attention, but I thought I’d shown my affection, care… After an hour staring into space, he finally drank some of the beer, placed the bottle on the table, stood, and went to the hall, where he hung his overcoat on the hallstand.

Chris wandered back to the kitchen and made a cold chicken sandwich, only half of which he ate. He gazed around. The place felt very empty. There was work he could do, but he’d left important notes at his office, meaning to give Andrew his full attention that night. He went into the living room and put the TV on. Nothing captured his attention as he flipped through the channels hoping to fill the hollow that ached in his chest.

Sleep evaded him that night and he dragged into work the next morning feeling wrung out. He met his best and oldest friend, Phil, that night for a meal and ended up staying with him for the remainder of the week in the penthouse Phil rented with his girlfriend in the city. Phil and Kathy let him drone on about Andrew until something startling happened. Chris discovered he’d not been in love. True, he’d enjoyed being with Andrew, cared for him, but although he’d not expected Andrew to suddenly up and leave, he’d not expected them to last forever. In fact, he’d not given any thought to their future. He asked Phil as guilt flooded him, “Is that awful—am I a horrible person?”

Phil had glanced at Kathy, taken her hand as she sat beside him on the couch, and slowly shook his head. “If something is going to be forever, you know. It’s there practically right away.”

Two weeks later, Chris moved out of the brownstone into an apartment closer to his office. He’d always worked hard, now he worked harder.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing, 2020

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?

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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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 I am delighted that one of them found its way to the cover of the book, thanks to Jay Aheer and Evernight Publishing. You can see them all on my blog, here: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.com/2020/04/the-art-of-elder-man-coming-tomorrow.html

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Two weeks after dropping the boxes of books onto the floor of his study, Luke sat in front of one and looked closely at each book. Among the books in the myth and legend box, Luke found a thin volume bound in leather so aged he opened it with extreme care, expecting the book to fall apart. Inside, its pages, once tipped with gold, were faded and frail. The volume contained prayers and songs to ancient gods. He read the heading at the beginning of the publication. 

Translated from ancient Greek by Dr. H. P. Smyth.

There was a load of letters after the person’s name indicating academic prowess. Luke raised his eyebrows. Wow.
On each page he turned, a picture and description of the god and its powers prefaced the song or prayer. Then curiously, from somewhere in the tattered book, pages fluttered onto Luke’s knees. He picked up a page.
Spells and enchantments.
Luke’s heart pounded. He drew back from the page in surprise. Not knowing why he reacted in this way, he brought the spare pages together in a flimsy sheaf and read. By the time he’d finished two pages, Luke was convinced fate had led him to the book. He was desperate to find love, and here in his hand was a prayer spell to an ancient god of love. Luke stared at the words that practically danced on the page between his slightly trembling fingers. 


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The Romantic

Handsome Luke Kirby loves books, so when he finds boxes of old and beautiful tomes in a dusty shop, he can’t resist buying them. To his delight one of them contains what he hopes will bring an end to his loneliness and heartache. As he prepares to cast an ancient prayer spell to the god of love, across town Ethan Goss decides that moving to a new apartment will ease his broken heart.

With the help of an eccentric real estate agent, gorgeous Ethan goes to a viewing in the block where Luke lives.

When Luke meets Ethan in the lobby, it’s the start of a passionate love affair. 

Fate hasn’t finished with the two handsome men—will true happiness evade them both?

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The lure of being with Santiago in a place he might hold him close and taste his kiss brought a smiling assent from Aiden. #newrelease #MMromance from @parr_books and @evernightpub

Dear Heart,  new release MM romance from Evernight Publishing 

Aiden Flint goes on vacation with three friends to Pamplona, Spain. Seeking excitement, they will run with the bulls in the festival of St. Fermin. As the four friends enjoy the nightlife, they notice an attractive man watching Aiden in the bars they visit. In the warmth and heady atmosphere of the exotic city, Aiden takes a chance and approaches the handsome man.

Enigmatic Santiago Arista is sexy, kind, desperate for love, and achingly lonely. He’s just about given up on finding love, until one warm, summer night, sitting alone in a bar, he sees gorgeous Aiden. He’s elated when Aiden joins him at his table.

Deep attraction swirls between them. At the end of the night when they share a kiss, Aiden can’t believe the bliss that enfolds him, but have both men found someone to love just when fate is about to throw Aiden into mortal danger?

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Aiden poured some beer into the glass and sipped at it. He assessed Santiago as he replaced the glass on the table. He’s fascinating, polite, maybe shy, different, cultured—and yet, sex exudes from him. I bet he’s dynamite in bed.

Santiago’s low voice interrupted his thoughts. “I wonder if you’d take a walk with me. The old town is interesting, even at night.”

Aiden’s heartbeat sped up. The lure of being with Santiago in a place he might hold him close and taste his kiss brought a smiling assent from Aiden. “That’s a great idea.”

On the narrow sidewalk, when they’d left the bright lights of the bars behind, Santiago took Aiden’s hand.

Excitement rocketed through Aiden. He took a deep breath, and on a dimly lit side street, he turned to Santiago and dragged him close. He molded the length of his body to Santiago’s, breathing close to the gorgeous man’s lips. “Kiss me,” he whispered.

Santiago responded.

The gentle merge of his lips with Aiden’s sent wonderful melting sensations through Aiden’s body. He clung to Santiago, taking kiss after kiss, lingering in the delectable embrace, pressing his hips to Santiago’s, breathing with the gorgeous man, sighing at the same time, until his legs weakened with raw desire.

Santiago drew only a fraction away from Aiden’s mouth. “Your kiss is addictive. I don’t want to stop. I feel your need against my body, and I want to ease it.” He held Aiden’s face and kissed him again.

Waves of exquisite feeling rolled through Aiden. He murmured softly, incoherent sounds of pleasure onto Santiago’s lips each time they broke contact to breathe. His thoughts tumbled in those seconds. The kisses were the best he’d ever experienced. He’d never before felt the kind of sensations running through and over him. He rested his forehead on Santiago’s.

“I’ve never had such totally amazing kisses. I’m floating in pleasure.”

“Me, too, I want you so much.”

Santiago’s replying whisper teased on Aiden’s lips.

His stomach clenched. His cock grew harder. Pure sexual need zinged in every cell of his body.

A group of people shouting and laughing turned into the street. Their approach forced Aiden to drop his arms from Santiago’s waist.

Santiago’s eyes flashed silver in a sudden shower of light from a door, thrown open to welcome the group. Regret filled his expression. He gazed with longing at Aiden. “Dear heart, walk with me.” He turned.

Aiden followed, his ears full of the endearment Santiago had assigned to him, his body drifting in delight, and love seeding in his heart for the man he’d only just met.

The river ran in a loop close to the old quarter, and Santiago clasped Aiden’s hand in his as they crossed a medieval bridge.

Aiden enjoyed the gentle strength surrounding his hand. He walked closer to Santiago.

“Do you live nearby?”

“In the old quarter—yes.” Santiago stopped and turned in an elegant move to Aiden. He held Aiden’s hands in his. “I wish you wouldn’t participate in the running tomorrow, or ever … I fear for you.”

Awash with sensation from Santiago’s palms pressed deliciously on his own, Aiden snatched a kiss from the man whose tone held affection and concern. The kiss brought a purr of delight to Aiden’s lips. He took another delicious kiss then murmured, “You called me dear heart…”

Santiago bowed his head. “You don’t like that.”

Aiden pulled a hand from Santiago’s grasp and slipped it around his face. He gazed into Santiago’s bright eyes. “I do like it.” Aiden smiled gently at the man who intrigued and lit him with desire. “Who are you really, Santiago? I feel wrapped in passion, cared for … and yet … well, we’ve only just met.”

Santiago’s words whispered across his lips. “Perhaps we’ve each met someone to love.”

Tingles ran up Aiden’s spine. The words were full of portent. He’d welcome love, and the way he felt kissing Santiago was the best ever. Yet, he couldn’t let himself comment. It’s too soon. What if I fall in love with him and in a week’s time, I have to go home, to work, to my life?

He took refuge in Santiago’s anxiety about him running with the bulls the next day.

“Santiago, I have to join the bull running. My friends expect it. I said I would. That’s why we’re here. I would never live it down if I didn’t do it at least once. I confess I’m scared now, but I have to do it.”

His handsome companion crushed him close. “Then take care.” He ran a hand down the back of Aiden’s head, stopping to tangle gentle fingers in his hair.

E.D. Parr, Copyright 2019, Evernight Publishing

Set your smartphones #MMromance lovers New release July 11 #gayromance Dear Heart

Dear Heart

Releasing Thursday July 11

Aiden Flint goes on vacation with three friends to Pamplona, Spain. Seeking excitement, they will run with the bulls in the festival of St. Fermin. As the four friends enjoy the nightlife, they notice an attractive man watching Aiden in the bars they visit. In the warmth and heady atmosphere of the exotic city, Aiden takes a chance and approaches the handsome man.

Enigmatic Santiago Arista is sexy, kind, desperate for love, and achingly lonely. He’s just about given up on finding love, until one warm, summer night, sitting alone in a bar, he sees gorgeous Aiden. He’s elated when Aiden joins him at his table.

Deep attraction swirls between them. At the end of the night when they share a kiss, Aiden can’t believe the bliss that enfolds him, but have both men found someone to love just when fate is about to throw Aiden into mortal danger?

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Snowflake Wine

🎄Hunky Nathan Bloom works late for the company putting up the town Christmas lights and decorations. 
Gorgeous, enigmatic, Jamie Snow works late forecasting the weather from his desk in the meteorology office.

Nathan sighs over the prospect of a holiday season with no one to love.
Jamie wonders if he’ll ever find a man to love who will accept his mysterious origins and talents.

☃️One cold night, as Nathan finishes hoisting the wreath lights up the building where Jamie works, they meet.
The brilliant festive lights aren’t the only things to sparkle as the two men connect on a deep level.



🎄Be delighted by a delicious, contemporary gay romance with an edge of fantasy this season. Sometimes being different is awesome.

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Nathan secured the waterfall of lights at the bottom bracket on the building. He surveyed the balance of bulbs that would pour silvery-white light down the walls on the second weekend in December.

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

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

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

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

“Oh, it will be a white Christmas.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nathan read hope there. Is he interested in me?

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

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

He’s gay. Wow. It had been so long since a man flirted with Nathan, he couldn’t believe it was happening. “I could drop you somewhere.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2018 Encompass Ink

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BLOND

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Liam’s eyes filled with emotion.

Karl read the love in Liam’s gaze. He loves me, too. Relief flooded him and he grabbed Liam into his arms. He rained kisses onto his lover’s mouth, and to his joy Liam responded.

Liam pressed his body against Karl’s, his arms clasped around Karl’s waist. His returning kisses were passionate and hungry. 
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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