Wednesday, August 22, 2018

I can just about feel his mouth on mine. Fuck, he’s hot. I wish he was real. Should I go tomorrow? #midweektease #teaser #newrelease #MMromance



This week's teaser comes from Thursday August 23 MM romance release 
A Virtual Kiss
E.D. Parr


Hunky Nate Hathaway can’t resist the lure of private Virtual Reality rooms in a new Internet café that opens on the street where he works. He’s lonely and intrigued by the VR program offering a boyfriend experience. After only one date, Nate is hooked on Jason, the sexy, kind VR character.

 Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. He’s also the body model for the boyfriend. A twist of fate brings Nate to his attention. Determined to meet dishy Nate, he reveals who he is.
Passion sizzles between the two men as they fall in love.

Trouble is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.

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“Hi, babe. It’s great to see you.” The guy greeted Nate and then kissed him.

Nate’s entire body went into meltdown. The kiss was so real he grabbed the VR man and pulled him close, crushing against him.

The man returned the kiss but gradually drew away. He held Nate’s hand and brought him to a table outside the café. “Let’s get coffee. Did you eat yet? You look tired.” He reached out a hand and swept gentle fingertips down Nate’s cheek.

Surprised at the comforting gesture, Nate closed his eyes for a second to soak up the touch. He opened them and gazed at his VR boyfriend. “I’d like to hear about your day. I’m not hungry, coffee’s fine.” What will I call him? Does he have a name or do I just assign him one? Hell, he is gorgeous.

A server brought coffee. “How lovely to see you again, Jason, and you’ve brought Nate along tonight. The usual for you both?”

Nate blinked under the beaming smile from her. How does it know my name? Must read the credit card or Cory keys it in when he sets the room going.

She placed their cups on the table.

Jason. Nate smiled at his VR man. Yeah. I like that—a mythical name for an unreal guy.

Jason locked his gaze with Nate’s. Attraction and desire flared unmistakably in the cobalt eyes.

Nate’s stomach clenched. He leaned a little forward to take in the affection from his boyfriend’s expression. Comfort, warmth, and gratitude mixed with the urgent need to kiss Jason again. He looked down at the table, unsure how to go on.

Jason stood and pulled his chair along next to Nate’s. He sat and slipped an arm around Nate’s shoulders. “Hey.” Jason held his jaw and lifted his head. “Kiss me.”

Nate looked into the blue eyes.

Jason’s lips met his. He merged his mouth on Nate’s in a soft press then lingered, dotting little kisses on Nate’s parted lips, before slipping his palm around Nate’s head and deepening the kiss.

Overwhelmed with the tenderness and sex in the kiss, Nate pulled away and stood. “I have to get back to work.”

Jason stood, too. He made a grab for Nate’s hand. “What, tonight? That’s unusual. Will I see you tomorrow?”

Nate stared at the gorgeous man, shocked at the realistic way Jason’s voice held need and worry. 

“Yes, of course. I better go now.” Unable to resist, he hugged Jason close. It was just as if he held a real man to his body. He soaked up the feel, let go of Jason, and strode to the wall where the door to the room had been. The VR scene provided a row of shops along the wall. As the dreamlike quality of the experience remained, Nate sighed and tried every one of the handles on the doors, until one swung inward and he charged out of it into the corridor. His credit card popped up from the device slot. Nate snatched it. He put it into his wallet as he walked the length of the corridor.

Cory drank coffee from a paper cup at his desk. He gave Nate a wave. “See you again.”

Nate passed him, dashed up the stairs, and raced along the corridor to the young woman’s desk at the entrance.

He called, “Good night,” walking quickly by her, and wove through the tables and computer desks until he pushed open the glass door and stepped into the evening air.

Nate froze in the cool breeze. He breathed deep. This was real. The café building behind him was cream brick, chrome, and dappled glass, the bank over the street serious gray stone blocks with an ATM inserted along one wall. Nate stalked along the sidewalk glad of the traffic nearby, happy with the occasional blast of carbon monoxide until he reached the entrance to the subway. He went down to the platform.

On the train home, he gazed ahead as he hung from a ceiling strap surrounded by late commuters. It’s as if I’ve been with a real person. I can just about feel his mouth on mine. Fuck, he’s hot. I wish he was real. Should I go tomorrow?

Copyright E.D. Parr 2018 Evernight Publishing, releasing Thursday August 23

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Thursday, August 9, 2018

Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. #new #MMromance #gayromance @GaleStanley @ChangelingPress




PARTY ANIMAL by Gale Stanley
Roosters 6

Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an eight out of ten. All those late nights were finally taking a toll. Would I give them up? Hell no! Life was a never-ending party, and the guest list changed every day. I liked it that way. Variety is the spice of life after all.

But right now, I needed to do damage control. I read somewhere that the eyes are the mirror of the soul. If that was true then my soul must be puffy, wrinkled, and bloodshot. It wasn’t a good look. Thank God for eye drops. A few in each eye made my whites pop. I practiced my sultry green stare in the mirror. Not bad, but the bags had to go. I reached for the Preparation H and applied it liberally. My sister swears by the stuff.

I’d showered and shaved at home, but my hair needed a redo. My trademark look is a messy bedhead, black locks flying every which way. I don’t like to disappoint the fans and it’s easy enough to get the look. It’s all about a good haircut and a few styling tricks, like gel.

I stepped back from the mirror to check out my body. No problems there. Six feet, two inches of lean muscle thanks to an exercise routine that keeps me camera ready. No matter how late I go to bed, I wake up early and use the small gym in my apartment building. A good workout always makes me feel better. Today, we’re shooting early, so I did a short routine, just long enough to break a sweat and get my blood pumping. Then it was SSME, and I’m not talking kinky sex. Shower, shave, moisturize, enema. I like to be clean for the close-up shots.

Yeah, I bare it all, but it’s all for the sake of art. I’m not kidding. One of my first jobs when I came to LA was as an artist’s model. At first, because of my strict upbringing, I was uncomfortable posing nude, but eventually I realized that the human body is a beautiful thing. It was a liberating experience.

Today, I’ve convinced myself that filming is an art form. There are thousands, maybe millions of guys out there staring at my naked body. What I do prompts an emotional response and gives them pleasure, just like other art forms. Art is in the eye of the beholder, after all. It’s one hell of an ego trip.

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
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Wednesday, August 1, 2018

“It’s my fault. I asked you to make it as real as possible. I started this,” he waved his hand around, “this kissing.” #midweektease #MMromance

In this week's #midweektease 
Love on Show
MM romance


Caer raced in the direction Justin had walked. He exited the studio. He caught sight of Justin rounding the corner of a building at the back of the lot and ran after him.

“Justin, hey, wait.”

Justin either didn’t hear or ignored his shout.

Caer sped around the building and had to stop quickly.

Justin leaned on the building with his head bowed.

Caer tried to see his face, and bent his head, asking Justin gently, “What’s wrong?”

“Not a thing, except that you’re coming on to me all the time—kissing me open mouthed, pushing your dick against me—I can’t handle it.”

Amazed, Caer stepped away. “I’m sorry. I was only trying to put passion out there, make the show real. I’m so sorry.” Anxiety sped through him. He wondered if he’d read the situation totally wrong. Sorrow that he’d upset Justin made his voice crack as he apologized again.

Justin lifted his head. His blue eyes cloudy with pain, he nodded. “It’s my fault. I asked you to make it as real as possible. I started this,” he waved his hand around, “this kissing.”

Unable to help it, a smile sprang on Caer’s lips. “It’s in the script. Our characters fall in love, they’re lovers.”

“But we’re not, and,” Justin heaved a breath, “it feels as if we are.”

Concerned, Caer watched as Justin slumped a little. He stepped closer. Face to face with him he whispered, “Do you want us to be? I know you got an erection in the last scene. That was real. Guys don’t get them for other guys unless—”

Justin cut him off. In a sudden move, he grabbed Caer around the head and kissed him hard.

Caer returned the kiss. He reveled in it, softening the merge of their lips, sighing into Justin’s mouth as they breathed apart for a second and then their lips met again. Tenderness overwhelmed Caer. He ran his hands down Justin’s hips and palmed the actor’s cock that pushed against the fabric of his pants. Lust rose in him as he pressed against Justin. Neither had put on their shirts and Caer’s heart pounded as his skin touched Justin’s. 

Copyright E.D.Parr , 2018 Evernight Publishing

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Love on Show

Dishy Justin Harper plays gay bad boy, Brandon in a TV show that’s fast becoming a cult classic, but Justin hides the fact he’s gay in real life. When a new actor is cast to play his TV show love interest, Justin can’t deny the raging attraction he feels for gorgeous Caer Rossi.
Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?

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Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men #midweektease #MWTease #newrelease #MMromance #gayromance @evernightpub


This week I'm teasing from new release
MMromance, Love on Show

Love on Show

 Dishy Justin Harper plays gay bad boy, Brandon in a TV show that’s fast becoming a cult classic, but Justin hides the fact he’s gay in real life. When a new actor is cast to play his TV show love interest, Justin can’t deny the raging attraction he feels for gorgeous Caer Rossi.

Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?

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Six weeks later, after Justin Harper filmed his show’s last two episodes for the half-season, the cast and writers met to start on the next ten episodes. They’d film them during the break in broadcast of the show. At midday, Justin plodded to the big room where everyone met to do a read through of the first episode. His entire body ached. He wondered if he’d caught a cold, a virus, the flu—but he knew he longed for Caer.

Every morning, if he slept at all, he woke and the first thing that dropped heavily into his mind was the loss of Caer. He dragged through the days. His acting suffered. His patience practically none, he snapped at people who didn’t deserve his harshness. He couldn’t eat much and he stopped going to the gym. Nothing was right. Not one thing was okay.

He lost weight. It would be noticeable on film. The writers explained it in the story.
Brandon misses Stephen.
Justin yelled at Sam Griffen. “How fucking ironic is that?”

The writer frowned at him. “Sorry, Justin, I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Justin threw the script down. He stood abruptly. His chair toppled backward and fell over. He stormed out of the room. Petra came after him.

“What’s going on, Justin?”

He rounded on her with tears threatening. “I miss Caer. I’m nothing without him.”

A frown sprang between the AD’s eyes. “That’s not true. You’re still—”

Two tears slid from his eyes and tracked down his face. “Still what? A lying coward, not worth his love, but he did love me. I felt it in his every touch—saw it in his eyes the day I let him leave.”

Petra took a deep breath and kindness entered her eyes. “Do you love him?”

Justin’s shoulders drooped. “I do.”

“Then go after him.”

Justin’s heart lifted. A tiny spark of joy entered. “Could I?”

Petra nodded as she answered. “’Course you can. What’s stopping you?”

“This, this show … my job…” Justin waved his hands around in the air.

The AD sighed. “Ask yourself, can you live without this show, or can you live without Caer?”

Justin widened his eyes as the realization that he couldn’t flowed over him.
“I don’t think I can live without him.”

“Then go after him.”

Justin’s thoughts whirled. “What will happen to the show?”

Petra shrugged. “Maybe it’s had its day. Shows get canned. Maybe this show just doesn’t come back from its hiatus.”

Justin widened his eyes. “I’ll see you around, Petra. Thanks for everything.”

She smiled. “See ya.” She gave him a little thump on the arm, turned, and strode back along the corridor.
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Saturday, July 21, 2018

Sam doesn’t want to be Luke’s dirty secret. #MMromance #shifter #newrelease @GaleStanley @sirenbookstrand



Down and Dirty (Sanctuary 2)

Genres: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 20,955

Blurb
Bear shifter Luke Reed is still licking his wounds after a bad breakup. Ally would have made a perfect wife, but their relationship was missing the passion. She was all about the romance, but sometimes a guy just wants to get down and dirty. Now Luke’s sex dreams are getting raunchier, and his costar is always a man. The shifter’s face is hidden, but when Sam Harper shows up in Sanctuary, there’s no mistaking his body.

Sparks fly between Sam and Luke and the sex is orgasmic. But Sam doesn’t want to be Luke’s dirty secret. He wants a commitment. Luke realizes that Sam is the soulmate of his dreams, but he’s afraid of disappointing his family. Can Sam convince him to come out of the closet and take a chance on love?

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Story Excerpt

Luke took a sip of his beer and watched the tall dark stranger spinning his ex around the dance floor. They made a striking couple. Ally’s low-cut top put her ample cleavage on prominent display and made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. But it was her partner Luke focused on. He turned to Becca. “Who is that guy dancing with Ally?”

Becca sported a mischievous grin. “Jealous?”

Luke frowned. “Curious.”

“His name is Sam Harper and he’s visiting from Idaho, but he wasn’t living there when we were.”

Still, something about Sam Harper was familiar. He was at least 6’4” and well built. Tight jeans hugged his ass, enhancing every move as he danced, and his unbuttoned shirt revealed a sexy smattering of dark hair between solid pecs. Dark intense eyes and a heavily stubbled face projected a masculine vibe.

Luke remembered all the times Ally had run her hands through his blond hair and raved about his blue eyes. Now she was dancing with Luke’s physical opposite. And Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome had to be a good dancer too, didn’t he? Luke tore his gaze away, but kept returning to Ally and her macho partner.
 
The beat slowed and the lights dimmed. Ally started to get freaky. She moved her hips in a circular motion. Then she turned her back to her partner and bent her knees in a sexy invitation. He put his hands on her hips, and Ally ground her ass against his crotch.

Surprise made Luke’s jaw drop. He and Ally had two years of backstory, and she had never acted that seductive with him. Yet here she was cozying up to a stranger. Why? Did she want to make Luke jealous? She couldn’t possibly want to get back together. Their breakup had been awful. Most likely, Ally wanted to bolster her ego, or show Luke what he was missing.

If she wanted to annoy Luke because he couldn’t dance, it was working. He would rather have his fingernails pulled out than get on the dance floor. Dancing made him feel self-conscious. He imagined he looked silly and everyone was laughing at him. It had always been hard for Luke to let loose and have fun.

Evidently, this guy had no such problem. He danced as if no one was watching, and he didn’t care if they did. Ally was eating up his sexy moves. She turned to face him, and they started rolling their chests and groins against each other. Ally had a goofy smile on her face, and her moves got more seductive. She licked her lips and eye-fucked the shit out of her partner.

Luke’s eyes popped. He clenched his teeth. Ally never acted that way with him. She must have had too much to drink. She never could hold her liquor.
Suddenly Ally stood on her tiptoes, gripped her partner’s neck, and fastened her face to his.

Ash came over to the bar to grab a beer. He took a sip and chuckled. “Now that’s one hell of a lip-lock.”

That was the last straw. They might not be together anymore, but Luke still felt responsible for Ally. He couldn’t stand by and watch her get into trouble. Luke pushed his way through the crowded dance floor and clamped a hand on the stranger’s shoulder. “What the fuck is going on here?”



Adult Excerpt

Ash sat on the floor between Sam and Luke. He downed his fourth beer and looked from one man to the other. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m horny as fuck. Anybody interested in buddy bating?”

Inside, Luke cringed. Damn Ash. He had a big libido and a bigger mouth, and when he drank, he’d say or do anything. Luke tried to deflect the conversation. “Sam must be tired. Why don’t we leave and let him get some sleep?”

“Sam’s a big boy. He can speak for himself.” Ash chuckled. “I know you’re a bator, Luke. What about you, Sam?”

“If you’re talking about self-gratification, that would be a yes, but you’ll have to enlighten me about buddy bating.”

Luke felt his face heat. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him where he sat.

“It’s pretty much what it sounds like. Masturbating with a buddy,” Ash said. “Without touching, of course.”

“Of course,” Sam muttered.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can this get any worse?

“Luke and I like jacking off together. Watching him stroke that big dick makes me really hot. It doesn’t mean we’re gay,” Ash added quickly.
Evidently, things could get worse, much worse. Luke tried to catch his friend’s eye and warn him to shut the fuck up, but Ash just kept talking.
“We like to get off. Nothing to be ashamed of. We just do what bros do. It’s a bonding thing. It strengthens our friendship.” Ash looked at Sam. “It’ll make you one of the boys. Clear out any bad blood between you and Luke.”
“I’m more of a loner myself, but well, whatever turns you on.”

Ash grinned. “When in doubt, whip it out.” He released his prick and started pumping.

Luke started to get up. “This is crazy.” He looked to Sam for help, but the dark shifter had pulled out his dick and was watching Ash.

Ash’s eyes went wide. “Fuck, Sam, I think your dick is bigger than Luke’s.”
Luke clenched his teeth. No wonder Ash was impressed. The little shit had the smallest prick in the room, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. He was really getting into it, pumping into his fist and moaning. He looked over at Luke. “What are you waiting for? Need some help?”

Despite his reluctance, Luke felt himself unraveling, a slave to his hormones, like a sow in heat. Hard as steel, his dick had already made up its mind to participate. Growling, Luke unzipped and pulled it out.

* * * *

Sam couldn’t help comparing as he watched Ash stroke his cock. Ash might be big by human standards, but he didn’t measure up here. Sam switched his focus to Luke. He had a beauty, almost as big as Sam’s.

“Oh, fuck. Oh my God!”

Sam and Luke both turned to watch Ash.

“Argh…” Ash’s hand was a blur as he pumped his cock. Suddenly his face scrunched up. “Kaboom!” He shot a geyser toward the ceiling. When it finally stopped, Ash looked dazed. “That’s a wrap,” he said and fell over onto the floorboards. It didn’t take ten seconds for him to start snoring.

Luke and Sam looked at each other and busted out laughing. When the laughter ended, there was an awkward silence.

Still hard, Sam wanted to come. “I think he’s out for the count. Whatta ya say we let him sleep it off and finish this in the backroom?”

Luke hesitated for a few seconds. “Sure, let’s do it.”

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