Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Has Liam finally had enough of Karl's disappearances? #MMromance #midweekteaser #gayromance #PNR

This week has Liam finally had enough?


The day things changed a cool autumn wind heralded it. 
Karl met Liam for lunch in the little café close to Liam’s office building. He kissed Liam before he sat at the table. “Hi, babe.”

The stilted conversation stalled. Liam pushed his salad around in the side dish. He only ate half of his burger. He twisted his napkin into a pretzel shape.
Cold fingers of dread crept up Karl’s stomach. “What is it, Liam?” He lost the fight to keep quiet and wait for whatever was going to happen.

Liam ran a hand through his dark hair and it spiked on end at the front. He sighed and his eyes filled with emotion. There was a plea in his tone. “There’s a launch party Friday night. I want you to come with me. It’ll mean staying late. Maybe until one AM—please say you will. It would mean so much to me. I’ve told Evan about you. I want you by my side. It’s time I stopped hiding what I am…”

Karl winced at the last words. They resonated with his own plight. He stared at Liam. His heart filled with tenderness and sorrow. “Babe, I can’t stay. You know that.”

Liam let his fork drop onto his side plate with a clatter. He leaned away from the table.
“I thought maybe just this once—Is it a sick relative you go to help? Couldn’t you employ a nurse? Surely you can be late to whatever it is you run off to, or whoever it is, just for once? Karl, please. How can we ever have a long term relationship if we never spend the night together?”

Tears gathered behind Karl’s eyes. This was it. Liam had grown tired.
“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t say any more without crying.

Liam gazed at him. “So am I. Let’s call it a day, then, Karl.” He stood abruptly, his chair legs squeaking on the tiled café floor, and stalked off.

Karl sat for a time staring at Liam’s empty chair and then at the salad pushed to the edge of the Liam’s plate. Tears welled and slid silently down his face. They splashed onto the Italian fabric of his pants, making spiky dark spots on the pale gray. Finally, Karl asked the server for the bill, paid, and left to go back to work.
Copyright E.D.Parr, Evernight Publishing

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Thursday, April 12, 2018

Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. #MMromance #newrelease @GaleStanley @sirenbookstrand

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Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,584
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]


When Quinn Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son, Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college. Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would never accept a homosexual relationship.

Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new source.

Quinn is determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too late?


Home. Noah had forgotten how much he missed the endless expanse of lush green landscape and the sparkling river. And the trees. Especially the trees. When the leaves whispered in the wind, it made Noah’s heart ache. Whoever had named their small town knew that trees were sanctuaries.

But for all that, home wasn’t a place, it was a person—Quinn. Noah could live anywhere with Quinn. But a life with Quinn was as likely as a sharknado ripping through Sanctuary.

Noah moved away from the window and gazed at his reflection. The mirror was wall mounted and speckled in places. The frame matched the wood dresser beneath it. A handknitted brown and tan spread covered the crude pine bed. The room had been decorated on a meager budget, but it was warm and comforting because Quinn had handcrafted all the furniture himself.

Noah’s bedroom hadn’t changed since he was a kid. Yesterday, when he’d first stepped through the door, he’d felt the walls close in on him. As a kid, this room seemed huge, but now that he was a man, he could see how small it really was. It felt surreal like turning back the clock, but not in a bad way. If only he could—

“Where’s the man of the hour?”

The sound of loud voices traveled up the stairs. More guests had arrived for the party. The community was small, but when everyone attended an event, it could be overwhelming. Noah checked his image in the mirror again. He’d already changed shirts several times, and he still wasn’t sure that he liked the blue chambray shirt he’d put on with his khakis. Why am I making such a big deal out of this? He felt like Marcus primping for one of those stupid frat parties. What difference did it make what color shirt he wore? Stop stalling, he told himself. You can’t stay in your room forever.

Noah stood at the top of the stairs. Below, friends and neighbors were chatting excitedly. Noah had nothing to say to them. He would disappoint them. Anxiety made his stomach churn.

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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.
Some things never change.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Alex raised his eyebrows for a second. “You thought I was with another guy.” #midweektease #MMromance @parr_books

This week's Midweek teaser is from 
E.D.Parr's Thief of Hearts

Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick?

Blake grinned at the young man he escorted from the courtroom. He had the case thrown out in less than fifteen minutes. They parted on the courthouse steps.

Blake checked his phone. There was half an hour before he needed to go back to the office. The sun shone. The sky held patches of blue the color of Alex’s eyes. Blake walked off to a coffee shop he knew at the end of the block. As he passed the window, he glanced in. Surprise spiked through him. Alex sat at a table with a man—a man who gazed at Alex with adoring eyes. Blake froze on the sidewalk and people grunted their displeasure as they avoided crashing into him. He stared in at his lover. Alex wore another suit, dark, expensive, and he appeared older, more refined—elegant. A frown creased between Blake’s eyes as pain entered his heart.

He turned away. I’ve only known him a week and yet this hurts so badly. I shouldn’t have let myself hope. I, I’ve fallen in love with him. When did that happen? Blake’s chest hurt. His stomach ached. He stared down at the pavers. He took a step along the street to trudge to his office. Should I go to his place tonight?

A hand grasped his shoulder. A familiar voice murmured in his ear.
“Babe, you’re through with court already. How did it go?”

Blake spun around.

Alex smiled at him.

He shook his head, unable to get the idea that Alex had been seeing another man out of his head.

The expression on his loved one’s face went from pleasure to anxiety. “You didn’t get him off?”

“Yes, yes I did. What are you doing here?” Blake heard the suspicion in his own voice and cringed.

Alex gave him a puzzled look. “I met someone for coffee, about work. I’m done with cleaning windows and … and other hazardous pursuits.”

Relief swept over Blake in a huge wave and he sighed loudly. “You’re wearing a suit again. You look great.” He gazed at Alex knowing his eyes broadcast love.

Alex’s eyes reflected his gaze. He edged closer to Blake. “I’m dying to kiss you. Do you have time to get coffee?”

Blake’s brush with heartbreak made him edgy. “I have to get back to the office.”

Alex gave him a tender look. “You’re heading in the wrong direction, babe.”

A drench of love flipped Blake’s stomach as he heard the emotion in Alex’s voice. He nodded. “Yeah. I, er, I saw you in the café and…”

Alex raised his eyebrows for a second. “You thought I was with another guy.”

“Well, he looked pretty into you.”

Alex laughed aloud. “I’ll walk to your office with you. You know here in this city gay couples can hold hands and even put their arms around each other.”

A smile hovered on Blake’s lips and he finally let it happen. “I’d like your arm around me.”
Copyright E.D.Parr , 2017, Evernight Publishing
What E.D.Parr says about the story 
I loved writing this story. Alex the fun, sexy hero thinks nothing of wandering around on tall buildings both in his day job and in his clandestine antics at night.
Lovely Blake has the wrong idea about himself. The scar on his face is a heavy load for him to carry but hunky Alex sees the beauty before him and falls in love with Blake.
There are some red-hot love scenes but behind them is a love story to make you smile.
Alex isn’t who he first appears to be. Love changes him as much as it lifts Blake from his self-doubt.
I hope that you enjoy their story.

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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

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

From MM erotic romance with heart
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.”

Copyright E.D.Parr , Evernight Publishing
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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.

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Monday, March 5, 2018

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.

“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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