Monday, April 24, 2017

Best Worst Ever @LDBlakeley #MMRomance #ContemporaryRomance rerelease #teaser


Thanks for having me on today to tell you about Best Worst Ever. This story was my very first to be published so it will always hold a special place in my heart. I recently had my rights reverted, and knew I didn't want this novella to simply fade away. So I decided to give my boys a bit of a spruce-up. I redid the cover art, revised and edited the story and made it available once more. I hope you enjoy. :-)


Best Worst Ever By L.D. Blakeley
Erotic Romance, MM, Friends-to-Lovers
Available: April 13, 2017
Published: LDB Books
ASIN: B06ZYC7N99

Carey English spends his days planning extravagant parties and lavish weddings and generally making people’s lives brighter. He spends his nights wishing for a man he doesn’t have to share and who won’t try to drag him back into the closet. It doesn’t help that the man he wants most doesn’t need a closet to begin with — his straight best friend, Sky.

Skyler Wood has been dumped — again — just days before the holiday season, leaving him with an ex-fiancée, a nonrefundable New Year’s Eve getaway rental, and nothing to ring in the New Year but a broken heart. For Carey, rushing off to offer Sky a shoulder will either be the best decision he’s ever made—or it will lead to the worst heartbreak he’s ever experienced.

✽This is an edited & revised version of a previously published story. It has been expanded by approximately 1,400 words.✽

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Coming soon to:
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TEASER

BEST WORST EVER - L.D. BLAKELEYIf there was one thing he knew about Sky, it was that he was as frugal as the day was long. And, judging by the other places he’d passed along the way, he was guessing the impressive exterior of this place matched a rather swanky, if not romantic, interior. Of course, idiot. Sky had rented the place thinking he’d be with his fiancée. Not his best friend.

He parked next to his friend’s SUV and stubbornly grabbed more than he could carry at once. Why make two trips when you can do it in one? Necessity might be the mother of invention, but laziness was definitely its big, bad daddy. Laden down with a suitcase and far too many bags of food and liquor, Carey used the toe of his boot to gently knock at the front door. “Sky? You in there? My hands are full, man, come open the door.” When there was no response, he tried again with the tip of his boot. “Mr. Darcy, are—”

His sentence was cut short as the door flew open. “Jesus! Hold your horses, Logan. I couldn’t hear you with the water running. I was just in the…”

Shower. He’d been in the shower. Carey knew this, not because he suddenly had the ability to read minds. Oh, no. He knew this because there, in front of him, stood all six foot four inches of Darcy Skyler Wood… dripping wet with nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Shit.

Don’t stare. Don’t stare at that solitary drop of water as it slowly slides its way between the hard, flat planes of those perfect pecs. And for the love of all that’s holy, do not stare at anything even remotely near the edge of that towel! But Carey never was any good at taking orders.





ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

L.D. Blakeley is a pragmatist with a romantic soul & a dirty mind. She loves horror movies, hot sex, and happily ever afters. She’s easily distracted by shiny things, and is a slightly neurotic, highly ambitious dreamer who enjoys dabbling in photography & pretending she can carry a tune.

In another life, L.D. was a newspaper reporter, an entertainment & music writer, travel writer, website content editor, and a marketing shill. Now she prefers to spend her time writing hot, steamy fiction (with a healthy dose of romance) about intriguing, sexy men. Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in downtown Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.

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Sunday, April 23, 2017

He didn't give Matt time to change his mind #SexySnippets #MMromance

For #SexySnippets this week we have 7 sexy sentences from one of E.D.Parr's next Evernight
Publishing MM romances
Given Time


“Just this touch is reducing me to mush.”
He kissed Matt, gently, soaking up the feel of Matt’s skin against his nose. He thrust his hips so that his lower body crushed on Matt’s and the unmistakable shape of Matt’s cock, hard and bulging in his pants met Angel’s cock. A low groan escaped Angel and he deepened the kiss, clinging to Matt, as his legs weakened and his heart pounded.

Matt pushed his arms around Angel’s neck, and Angel’s hands fell away from the grip on his shoulders. 
Matt’s murmur penetrated Angel’s haze of pleasure. “I can’t even think straight, but I know I want you naked in my arms.”
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing soon to be released 'Given Time'
#SexySnippets are seven sentences from a published work or WIP brought to you each Sunday
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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

It's #midweekteaser time and @parr_books has a #teaser from upcoming #MMromance release 'Given Time'

This week's #midweektease comes from E.D.Parr and one of the  upcoming MMromance
releases from Evernight Publishing
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 love story with HEA
Read the #midweek teaser 

Angel shifted in his arms. “Tell me all about yourself, Matt.” He settled against Matt’s body wanting to share information that might bind them together. There was something so right about this encounter.

“I never know what to tell people when they say that. Ask me questions, instead.”

“I get that. I’m the same. I looked in my brother’s studio and there was nothing—no preliminary sketches, no photographs, no sign of an impending work. What do you make of that since you came here to work with him?”

Matt shuffled along the bed to look into Angel’s eyes. “He must have already taken everything to the exhibition space. We have a studio booked in the art complex to work on the sculpture. Why do you ask? I am legit. I’m not spinning you some story to get you in bed.”

Angel ran his hand along Matt’s shoulder. “Hell, that’s not what I meant at all. I wondered if maybe, because he’d been ill, he’d not been working. I have no doubt you’re legit. I’m sorry. That wasn’t a question about your integrity. Tell me about your work.”

“He was ill? There was no hint of that in the correspondence. I’m sorry to hear it. As for my work, I recently ventured into what’s fondly termed social comment sculpture. Your brother and I were going to make a street scene using photographs I’ve taken as inspiration. I usually paint.”

Angel watched the play of emotion in Matt’s eyes. He waited until Matt finished the sentence and then kissed him.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing June release 
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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

“I could barely keep my hands off you in the cab.” #MMromance #midweektease #teaser @EncompassInk

Midweek Tease from A Forever Kind of Thing
M/M romance 
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 #midweekteaser

He let them into his East Seventh Street apartment and stopped in the tiny hallway to throw his keys onto the narrow table there.

As he turned, Will pulled him close. “I could barely keep my hands off you in the cab.”

His low voice sent spears of anticipation through Josh’s lower stomach and a delicious prickle of desire in his balls.

Josh pushed his arms around Will’s neck. “Fucking kiss me before I go nuts.”

Will’s kiss seared raw sexual need so strongly into Josh’s body, he groaned loudly, and moved his arms from around Will’s neck, to grab Will’s ass, and ram his own iron hard erection against Will. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he murmured between hungry kisses.

Will gently drew away. He held Josh around the face and whispered so close to Josh’s lips, tingles teased along his jaw. “I’ve never … I’ve never done it.”

A wave of tenderness mingled with a desperate need to come made Josh’s voice hoarse.
“Change that to, suck me, suck me.” He grasped Will’s hand and pulled him into his bedroom. The shade was drawn and only a pale strip of light from the street glowed along one wall. He dragged Will’s jacket almost off, raining kisses over Will’s mouth, and biting at his ear.

Will helped take off his jacket. He dropped it onto the floor and then hesitated.

Josh grabbed the hem of Will’s T-shirt and pulled the shirt up and over Will’s head. He threw it to one side and stood back to take off his own shirt. The sight of Will’s hard, muscled torso made him shake, and he tore the neck of his T-shirt. That made him grin at Will, who gazed at him wide-eyed. “Take off your jeans before I rip them off you.” Josh laughed after he’d said it, and he pushed off his own jeans to stand naked waiting for Will.

Josh hungrily watched Will strip off his jeans and underwear. His cock throbbed and pre cum leaked across his stomach when the tip of his erection touched high on his muscles. He sheathed his cock in one fist and stroked up and down slowly. He sighed. The stroking only served to make him want more and he held out his arms to Will. He could hardly wait to have Will naked and rammed up against him. The feel of Will’s skin would be heaven.

Will took the few steps to be face to face with Josh. He reached out and took hold of Josh’s cock, moving close so that he could rub his own cock against Josh’s. With his eyes dark and passion flaming in every word, he murmured against Josh’s mouth. “You feel so good—so fucking good.”

His kiss devastated Josh. The alternate tenderness of soft lips and then Will’s hard searching tongue left him gasping for breath. He gripped Will by the hips and thrust as Will held their cocks together in both his strong hands. His ass seemed made of jello. His thighs weakened. He sucked Will’s bottom lip and then pushed his tongue against Will’s until Will moaned low.

Josh ached to come. He muttered rough sounds that meant nothing but simply came out of his mouth as he got closer to spilling his seed over Will’s hands. He made himself pull away.
“Bed … on the bed.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink 

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Fab #MMromance #PNR new release from guest author @galestanley and @evernightpub #NSFW teaser


COYWOLF by Gale Stanley
Genre: LGBT, MM, Paranormal, Shifters
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Blurb

In a world where reproduction is the number one priority, a gay wolf shifter could never be an alpha. So Logan hides his secret from the pack and resigns himself to a life without love. 

Then one night, he finds his true mate and he’s forced to make a choice.


Excerpt

Logan set Rory on the wood floor. It would do, he’d slept on worse. Logan opened a cedar chest and took out a thick quilt. He laid it on the floor under a window. “It’s late. You can sleep here.” Logan pointed to the coverlet.” If you decide to shift, you can share my bed. It’s big enough for two.”

No thanks. But Rory couldn’t deny that he was tempted as he watched Logan undress. The man was sex on a stick with his strong jaw, straight nose, and dark intense eyes. Why were alphas always so damn good-looking? And straight as an arrow? Probably so they would attract the best bitches in the pack. Rory sighed. Logan looked even better with his clothes off. He had sexy chest hair and a dark curly bush that Rory wanted to bury his nose in. He imagined himself licking that half-hard dick to erectness. Down boy! He was tempted to shift, but good sense won out. If he didn’t stay in his fur, he would really be fucked.

Logan flopped onto the bed and lay flat on his back. He tugged on his cock until it stood straight up like a flagpole. Rory’s penis came out of its sheath and he whimpered. Thankfully, Logan was too busy jacking off to notice.

The Alpha bent his muscular legs and continued stroking his thick cock. The head flushed purple and pre-cum leaked from the slit. The musky scent drove Rory crazy. Slithering on his belly like a snake, Rory inched toward Logan’s dirty clothes on the floor. Rolling on them as best he could, he took comfort in Logan’s scent. But his gaze remained fixed on the man.

Panting now, Logan worked his cock harder and faster, tugging his balls with his other hand. His heavy breathing and the sound of his fist moving up and down his shaft made Rory hot and horny. Logan’s thighs went tense, and his hand moved so fast it blurred.

Rory’s anticipation built as he watched Logan stroke his hard length one final time. Thick threads of cum burst into the air. Rory ached to lick the creamy white liquid off Logan’s chest.

Logan stilled for a few minutes, and then glanced around the room. His eyes lit on Rory humping his jeans. Caught, Rory froze. A sly smile seemed to dance on Logan’s lips. His voice was low and sexy. “Pleasant dreams, boy.” Then he rolled over and promptly fell asleep.

Rory’s canine libido was in overdrive. A little more rubbing action on the denim and he shot his load. Then he settled down on the jeans, and in a few minutes his eyelids grew heavy, and he felt himself drifting off to sleep, too.


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Author Bio and Links

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.
Some things never change.


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