Wednesday, July 19, 2017

He was playing with fire. This hot guy couldn’t be allowed to find out what his hobby was. #MMromance for #midweektease #erotica #GLBT

This week's #midweektease comes from 
Thief of Hearts 

Alex had no reason at all to clean the windows on the north side of the eighth floor three days after he’d already cleaned them, but he couldn’t resist checking on Blake. He stopped the cradle outside the window and stared in.

Blake sat at his desk with his back turned and a cell phone clamped to his ear.
Alex traced the broad shoulders in the navy blue jacket with an appreciative gaze. He watched Blake gesture in the air as he spoke on the phone and fondness grew in his heart. Alex waited for Blake to turn around and see him. He was playing with fire. This hot guy couldn’t be allowed to find out what his hobby was. Alex excused his past larceny. I could turn over a new leaf. I could stop right now and go after Blake. Couldn’t I? I want him. I want to know him.

Blake swiveled the chair around, threw down his phone as if annoyed, and stood. He hadn’t seen Alex—that much was obvious. Then he raised his head.
Even from across the room, Alex saw the surprise and pleasure enter Blake’s eyes. He raised his hand in a little wave. His heart hammered. His stomach churned.

Blake walked to the window and gazed at Alex.

Alex’s usual flirtatiousness deserted him and was replaced by a serious need to be close to Blake. He glanced around. Unless someone looked up from the street, he didn’t expect anyone could see him. He pulled up his t-shirt, displaying his torso to Blake, teasing and seducing the man he’d set his heart on. He hitched the hem in the neckline, and with a deliberately slow move, he unzipped his jeans. His cock strained at his black underwear. The tip already poked from the top and his stomach clenched when Blake ran his fingertips across the glass at cock height.

Blake gazed at Alex’s cock and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

Alex’s senses went into overdrive. He ached to touch Blake. Instead, he pulled his dick from his CK’s, and pumped a couple of times.

Blake’s eyes darkened and his expression filled with desire.

A moan escaped Alex. A frown creased between his eyes. Desperation to be with Blake threatened to drive him to his knees. He gazed at Blake.

Blake backed away.

The bulge in Blake’s pants told Alex, Blake wanted him. The look in Blake’s eyes spoke of tenderness and sex. Disappointment flowed over Alex as Blake left the window. The glass couldn’t be opened or Alex would have flung it open, jumped in, and offered his clenching ass to Blake for a fuck. He pulled his underwear over his throbbing, leaking cock. He dragged the zip of his jeans halfway up. His dick was so huge he couldn’t fasten his pants properly. When he looked up, Blake was back at the window. He held up a sheet of A4 paper.

Alex read the writing on there. “Come to the office.” 

©E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

HOP to the NEXT #MWTease #midweektease

Sunday, July 16, 2017

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

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday.

We also now have a Facebook Page

Please follow us on Twitter

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 

Read the #SexySnippet

 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

HOP to the next #SexySnippet

Friday, July 14, 2017

Wish upon a falling star with #Flashback Friday #MMromance @evernightpub @parr_books

Fashion photographer Dale Walker takes a train to his hometown, relocating there after nursing a broken heart for six months in another city. His train makes an unscheduled stop to take on a mysterious passenger.
For a long time, Valentine Steel has hoped to meet a man who will love him. When he sees Dale on the train, he’s overjoyed to find a vacant seat beside Dale.
Dale’s immediate attraction to Valentine has him on edge. He doesn’t want another broken heart, and yet Valentine is so magnetic Dale’s frozen heart begins to thaw.

Valentine sets out to charm and capture Dale in his sparkling aura. He can’t let the chance to have Dale’s love slip away. 

Read the #Flashback Friday teaser 

“Can I ask you … are you the passenger the train made the unscheduled stop for?”

Slowly, a smile spread across Valentine’s face. In an enigmatic way, he leaned forward and whispered as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “I don’t make a habit of it.”

Dale teased. “It’s unusual. You have to be some kind of VIP. Am I talking with aristocracy or maybe the CEO of Translines?” Dale smiled to soften the questions that unexpectedly didn’t sound teasing to his ears once spoken.

Valentine shrugged. “Neither. I came aboard looking for someone.”

Surprised by this, Dale couldn’t contain his question. “Did you find them?”

Valentine didn’t answer. He played with the handle of his coffee cup. With his gaze downcast and his dark hair falling over his forehead, there was an air of vulnerability about him.

The wish to comfort Valentine, gripped him hard, surprising Dale. Instinctively, Dale placed his hand over Valentine’s where he rested it by his still laden plate. Concern flooded him.

Valentine took Dale’s hand in his. He lifted his gaze to Dale’s face. “I hope so.”

A shock of sensation made Dale tremble. Time slowed. It was clear Valentine referred to him. Fear and desire mingled into a stomach churning mass.

Valentine held onto Dale’s hand and Dale closed his eyes briefly, as he allowed himself time to take stock and savor Valentine’s touch.
“You mean me … or, or, what do you mean?” He attempted to take his hand from Valentine’s gentle grasp.

Valentine loosed Dale’s hand. “Oh, nothing—it doesn’t matter. Should we pay the bill?”

The strange, intense moment had passed. Dale stood unhappily. “I’ll get it.” He went to the bar counter and paid for breakfast. The normality in the action settled his nerves. He glanced over his shoulder to see Valentine gazing out of the window. The man exuded sorrow. A pang of regret that he’d not held onto Valentine, maybe flirted more … stolen a kiss … something other than what he’d done, saddened him. In the six months since he and Jack had split, Dale had thought about going to a bar and having a fling, something to ease his ache of loneliness and loss. He missed sex. He missed the comfort of a man’s arms around him and the feel of a hard body against his. Valentine was attracted to him—he knew it. Will Valentine respond if I make a pass at him? Dale made up his mind.

The bartender stood behind the counter staring expectantly at him.
“Is there something else, sir?”

Dale smiled. “Yes, two cognacs, and coffee. Could you have them brought to the lounge area, please?” He slid his credit card back across the bar.

His order received a smile and answering nod. “Yes, sir.”

Dale strode to Valentine. “There are lounge seats at the end of the dining car. I ordered cognac and more coffee—the alpine warmer.”

The way Valentine leapt to his feet with a smile touched Dale’s heart. He made his way down the car to the lounge area.

A couple sat on one of the low, couch-like seats engrossed in conversation. Dale took a seat in the corner well away from them, and with an obvious nod of his head, invited Valentine to sit next to him.

Valentine sat. He edged to face Dale.

Dale did the same. “Tell me more about yourself, Valentine.” He flashed Valentine a look filled with enticement. When he wanted to, Dale could flirt as well as anyone.

©E.D.Parr  2017 Evernight Publishing 

#MMromance #gayromance erotic romance Falling Star Valentine  
A different kind of SciFi 
Please not contains MM sex, anal sex, oral sex, partner masturbation

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Can Cade and his wolf win over the campaign manager? new release #MMromance #PNR from @cw1985 and @evernightpub

Politics has never been so sexy!

Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. He’s extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other people’s plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cade’s public image, hires him a campaign manager.

Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. It’ll be a challenge, but he’s confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.

It’s soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cade’s werewolf makes its intentions known—in Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cade—and his wolf—win over the campaign manager?

Buy links (other retailers coming soon):
Amazon (universal link):


“You’ve done what?” Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare. He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass. “Why the hell would you do such a thing?”

Mary, by now used to Cade’s temper and frequent outbursts, didn’t flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, “You heard me, Cade. I’ve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think it’s pretty damn obvious.”

“Not to me,” he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid he’d spilled. “Seems like an unnecessary expense.”

With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, “Do you want to win this bloody election or not?”

“Yes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?”

“Well then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We can’t handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with … expertise … in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable … you know, so people will actually vote for you.”

Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.

He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What’s wrong with my public image?”

Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Mary’s cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him. “Give me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?”

She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word “bloody” was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a “fucking” out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him. And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personality—especially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personality—when she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Mary’s ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.

“Mary,” he cooed, backtracking quickly, “come on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?”

“Because, unless we’re having a meeting, I don’t generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.” She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. “But today, it seems, you’re having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. “Yes, I really think you do.”

A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation. She finally said, “All right. But don’t forget; you asked for it.”


Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook:

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

He grabbed Angel and crushed him close #midweektease #MMromance from new release Given Time #gayromance @evernightpub

Midweek Tease from new release #MMromance
 Given Time

Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away.
Angel is amazed when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time.  Gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul. 

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

Read the midweek teaser
Angel sagged against the wall and looked up at Matt. He pushed the letter into Matt’s hand. Right then he couldn’t speak. He was numb.

Matt didn’t read the letter. He shoved it under his thumb that secured the sheaf of newspaper cuttings in his hand. He grabbed Angel and crushed him close.

Angel pressed into Matt’s embrace. He pushed his face into Matt’s neck. The warmth and comfort of his lover’s skin soothed him. The familiar light herbal scent from Matt’s shower gel filled his head and Angel closed his eyes. It felt like coming home when Matt held him. He was safe in Matt’s arms. They belonged together. Some of the words in Rory’s note echoed in his mind. One of my strange hunches…

Matt ran his hand along Angel’s back and held the back of his neck. The touch sent tingles down Angel’s spine. He lifted his head to look into Matt’s eyes.
“I wouldn’t have found this. I glanced at the jacket hanging there and it never crossed my mind to check it. How long have you known there was something in the pocket?”

Matt’s eyes glistened with tears. “A day, well, a little longer...”

Angel knew there was more. Love burst over him like melting honey. He couldn’t push for whatever else there was. A tear escaped from one eye and ran down his face. He smiled at Matt. “Thanks for finding it. I think I need a drink. What about you?”

Matt kissed the tear as it reached Angel’s jaw and then brushed his lips gently on Angel’s mouth. “Let’s go back to the hotel and down a couple of whiskies.”

©E.D.Parr 2017, Evernight Publishing 

On release discount at Evernight Publishing