The knock at his door brought a leap of hope in his heart. 'Angel.' #MMromance #midweektease #gayromance erotic with heart

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Given Time

A #midweektease to heat up March

Matt watched darkness gather on the horizon. With no word from Angel, he called the desk and booked a dinner table for two, hoping Angel hadn’t changed his mind about them. He showered and dressed. He stood in front of the TV, watching as a music video played. He wondered if it was one Angel had made. The knock at his door brought a leap of hope in his heart. Angel.

He flung the door open.

Angel’s smile knocked him sideways with the joy it put in his heart.

He pulled Angel close, swept his hands down Angel’s back and grabbed his ass.

Angel molded against Matt and took hold of his head, grasping handfuls of his hair. He kissed Matt hungrily, kiss after kiss with little moans between.

Matt returned the kiss. Soaking up the pleasure of Angel’s body pressed hard against him. His cock filled out in a delicious surge. His hips thrust against Angels’ and through the two layers of their clothing, Matt savored the shape and rock hard column of Angel’s cock. He ravaged Angel’s mouth with a kiss full of love and sex. He pushed a hand between their bodies and cupped Angel’s cock and balls with his palm.

Angel’s whisper against Matt’s lips made him groan. “I need to fuck. I need fucking. It’s so good to feel your hands on me.”

Matt moved to reach the fastening of Angel’s pants with both hands and dragged the zipper down. His breath came in gasps. He sucked on Angel’s neck and bit along his jaw, until their lips were against each other’s and they breathed together. Matt pulled Angel’s pants and shorts down to mid-thigh in one swift move. He grabbed Angel’s cock in both hands and groaned into his open mouth. The shape and hardness in his palms made his stomach clench as his own cock throbbed and leaked. He bit on Angel’s lip in soft grazes of his teeth. He slid his tongue on Angel’s and his legs went weak. He pumped Angel’s cock until pre-cum coated his palm.

Angel thrust into his hands. He groaned into Matt’s mouth. “Do you have condoms? I need fucking right now.”

Matt could hardly bear to let Angel’s cock go. He couldn’t tear his mouth from Angel’s and he kissed him desperately.

Angel opened Matt’s jeans and pushed his hand into Matt’s underwear. He teased at Matt’s cock head, circling it as he returned his kisses. Matt’s ass felt melted. His stomach tightened so hard his cock pulsed out more pre-cum.

Angel circled the soft liquid up and down the column of Matt’s cock.

Groaning now with the need to come and the exquisite pleasure Angel gave him, he pushed away from Angel. “I’ll get a condom. You get naked.”

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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.

A delicious, erotic, gay love story with HEA

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Powerful new release #gayfiction #MMromance from @booksbygray Read a teaser

Title: Forsaken

Blurb: Titus had lived and breathed religion his entire life, tucked away from the rest of the world in a compound in northern Wyoming. He’s destined to be the next leader of the church, deemed so by the Prophet. 

God spoke and with His word He created. But God made a mistake. Titus isn’t worthy. He was born sick and it’s solidified when he rescues the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. 

Torn between fidelity to his faith or his soul, Titus must reconcile the two parts of himself before he’s discovered hiding among the chosen.

Teaser:

“Is this okay?” Angel asked.

“Is what okay?” Titus had a hard time getting words out. He had a hard time making his brain function with Angel’s hands on him.

Angel laughed and scooted his body closer so their legs were pressed together. “Me touching you.”

“Yes,” his voice was unsteady.

“What about this?” Angel put his other hand on the side of Titus’ neck.

“Sure.” Titus swallowed past the lump in his throat, and was happy for the way he was sitting, because he was as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Harder maybe.

“What about this,” Angel whispered over his lips and then brought them together.

This wasn’t like back at his workshop. Angel parted his lips, and used his tongue. Titus was left trying to keep up. As soon as he got the hang of something Angel would change it. He’d done a little necking with girls, but this was completely different. He hadn’t been turned on while kissing those girls. It was more like something to do just to try it, but this was heat and his entire body reacted. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t flushed and on fire.

Angel’s fingers slid around to the back of his neck and tightened, keeping Titus close. He grabbed Angel’s bicep, needing something to hold on to so he didn’t spin out of control. Angel seemed to like it, groaning into his mouth. It spurred Titus on. He wrapped his other arm around Angel’s back, desperate to feel more of him.

There was a fire demon inside him demanding more and he wanted nothing but to listen.

Author Bio:

When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it's half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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The steps became narrower and ended next to a magnificent oak door. Darian sighed, knowing he was lost. #MMromance #midweektease #MWtease

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The Dreamboat

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. It can’t be that hard to find the southern long-room. I know where the south half-moat is. Into his mind dropped the memory of Indigo approaching him as he waited at the skeeter tether park. His heart pounded and butterflies whirled in his stomach. Darian took a fork in the wide stairs that seemed to him to lead in a southerly direction as he thought about Indigo. I can’t wait to see him again, to kiss him, to tell him how I feel.

He climbed higher without thinking. The steps became narrower and ended next to a magnificent oak door. Darian sighed, knowing he was lost. He tried the door. It swung inward, open. Darian looked in. Lining the room was row after row of dresses and cloaks, shawls and jackets. At the far end was another door. Darian strode to it and opened it. This must be a dressing room or maybe where the queen’s apparel is stored when she’s tired of it. He glanced around quickly as he traveled through the room. It must lead somewhere … her sleeping chambers are in the other turret.

The other door opened onto a smaller room still laden with clothes hanging on rails, but at the window end, a dressing table faced the light streaming in. Panic gripped Darian. I am in someone’s chambers, and then, glistening at him from a silver dish next to a set of hairbrushes, Darian saw jewelry. He rushed to look. From somewhere deep within his psyche his younger self’s thief rose. He eyed the jewelry hungrily. An emerald bracelet and a sapphire ring called to him. He grabbed them and stuffed them into his pants pocket. His heart ached. I shouldn’t do this.

“What are you doing here?” a woman’s voice demanded.

He spun around. “I got lost. I opened doors thinking there was a way through to the southern long-room.” He gave the woman a helpless look.

She frowned. Another woman joined her and stared at Darian.

“I leave the room for two seconds and this happens. Don’t breathe a word to anyone about it. I’ll be fired for sure. Zelda, show this idiot to the southern long-room. I can count on you?”

Darian saw the anguish in the first woman’s eyes and cringed with shame.

The second woman, Zelda, nodded emphatically. “Certainly.”

He followed Zelda down the stairs he’d taken, along corridors, over a courtyard and up another flight of stairs. The other musicians gave him glares when he strode into the luncheon chamber moments before the royal party and guests arrived.

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Dante loved it when he arrived bare chested and desperate for kisses #MMromance #midweektease #gayromance

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WIP, MM fantasy romance, String of Pearls

the follow up to , The Dreamboat

Viridian darted down the back street. Not many people knew it led right past a trade entrance to the castle grounds. No one knew that the gate there was the only part of the outer wall that was alarmed. For six feet on either side of the gate, the walls were vulnerable. An agile person who could scale the wall would gain access to the royal garden.

Viridian was not only agile, his natural strength was enhanced by his daily workouts. He was determined to see his lover tonight. His cock stirred at the thought of Dante. He pictured Dante’s thick dark hair streaked elegantly with silver. Viridian licked his lips. He could conjure up the feel of Dante’s mouth on his if he concentrated. He pulled off his shirt and pushed it into the back pocket of his leather pants. The gate loomed in the darkness. Lit by moonlight, the pillars on either side gleamed with embedded flecks of gold. Viridian leapt.

He went into a forward roll on the lush turf beyond, before springing onto boot clad feet and standing to take a swift look around. As expected, no one used the lawn at that time of night. He sauntered across it breathing in the beautiful fragrance of magnolia blossom from trees that lined the pathway to the villas where the queen’s elite pilot-explorers lived. He ran his hands through his hair to take it back behind his ears. A smile spread on his face. Dante loved it when he arrived bare chested and desperate for kisses. Viridian’s cock pulsed as he imagined Dante’s ice-blue gaze ranging over his body before he grabbed him and ravaged his mouth. Stars, I need him tonight.

Viridian took the path that led to the rear of Dante’s dwelling and the garden door that always remained unlocked. No one expected anything but safety within the castle walls. He silently turned the white crystal handle and entered. He knew the layout of furniture in the room, and so Viridian made his way across it without glancing around. He’d negotiated the long leather couch, on his way to Dante’s bedchamber, when a voice sent surprise and fear spiking through his body.

“I thought you’d slip up one day.”

Viridian spun around peering through the darkness at the man who lounged on a chair in the corner of the room. “Who are you and why are you in Dante Pepper’s home?” He put authority into his tone hoping this would confuse the man.

A soft sound reached him—a muffled click of fingers. A bright blue flash accompanied the click, and then the room lit up. Somehow, the man had lit the ceiling and floor lamps without using the panel of switches on the wall.

Viridian stared at the man who sat confidently, one leg crossed over the other and with a smile on his gorgeous face.

“Indigo Vaughn.” Viridian’s shoulders drooped and his voice dropped to a murmur as recognition shivered up his spine.

The head of royal security and powerful warlock stood, and walked toward him.

“Exactly right and you are?”

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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.

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The cocoon of intimacy that had surrounded them on the train had gone #ValentinesDay #MMromance #gayromance #midweektease

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Dale Walker and Valentine Steel again

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Dale knew the station well and where to get a cab easily. He turned to Valentine. The cocoon of intimacy that had surrounded them on the train had gone. The sense of heightened emotion had dissipated. His heart still harbored affection for Valentine and he wished the guy would answer, but now the crisp day harried him to start his new life. The busy station ignited his business persona.

“I have to get going, Valentine. It was great to be with you. I enjoyed your company. Look, do you want to share a cab somewhere? Exactly where are you heading?” He knew his tone held impatience, and he felt it a little, but deep down he didn’t want to leave Valentine.

People surged around them as they stood by the carousel. The sound of train engines hummed and travel announcements echoed. The wind blew a candy wrapper in a strange dance around their feet.

Valentine stared at him silently with his sky-blue eyes wide.

Dale experienced a moment of regret and an urge to drop his bag and pull Valentine into a hug, but he crushed it and turned away. He strode along through the back of the station and took a short fenced route to the cab rank.

It was only when the cab driver hopped out of the car to help Dale put his bags in the trunk that he saw Valentine had followed him.

Valentine stood on the sidewalk with sorrow radiating from his entire body.

Emotion swept over Dale. He went to Valentine. “You have nowhere to go do you?”

“Not yet. I mean no, no I have nowhere.”

Amusement brought a grin to Dale’s face. There was something so endearing about Valentine. “Get in the cab. I have to check out an apartment and make sure I haven’t rented a dump.” The excitement and happiness in Valentine’s expression hit Dale hard. I do care about him. Who the hell is he?

Dale gave the cab driver the address of his new apartment and slumped back onto the leather bench seat. He heaved a sigh and turned to Valentine.

“You can’t keep being so mysterious. I know you haven’t told me the truth and yet I still feel something for you.” He laughed softly. “Something unexplainable. Where’s your luggage?” He only just realized Valentine didn’t carry any.

Valentine raised his hands in a quick gesture. “I have none.”

“When we get to my apartment, you’re telling me exactly who you are and what’s going on, or, even though you make me smile, and my heart wants you, I can’t be leaping into another relationship when I’ve only just gotten over Jack. I discovered too late he wasn’t exactly the man I thought originally.”

A smile formed on Valentine’s face as Dale spoke. His eyes filled with a loving expression. He nodded as he answered. “I will. Your heart wants me. That makes me so happy.”

Dale looked away. He smiled to himself as he stared out of the car window. Rain splattered against the glass. The cab slowed in traffic on the main street and brought into Dale’s line of vision shop windows full of hearts and Valentine’s Day gift ideas. They crawled past a candy shop with a huge red neon heart in the window. Light pulsed through the fat shape at intervals, as if beating. Is it coincidence that I meet a gorgeous but eccentric guy on Valentine’s Day, or weird? Yeah, it’s weird.

The cab made a right turn and sped along the next street. Then it darted left down a narrow avenue. All at once, they were on a street full of medium height buildings, each with balconies, many of which housed huge pots of greenery or small tables and chairs. The cab drew up outside a building—pale stucco wet with rain, and the driver turned around.

“Here you go, buddy.”

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