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A Week of Muses

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Delicious sensation forced soft moans from him. He tightened his grip, bringing to mind the hard body of the gardener. First Chapter Friday from, A Virtual Kiss #MMromance #gayromance #LGBTQ @evernightpub E. D. Parr @parr_books

 


First Chapter Friday

(NSFW)

Chapter One

 

When Nate Hathaway saw a new Internet café, VR, and gaming venue open on the end of the street where he worked, butterflies started in his stomach. The renovations of the building lasted all spring and on the first day of summer, the venue, ‘Splat,’ held a grand opening. The company Nate worked for provided a small staff restaurant, and on the tables, the day before the venue was to open, brochures enticed people to use the gaming facilities and more. In small print beneath this word, Nate read the explanation and his breath caught.

‘Live your dreams in our private VR rooms.’

The memory of using VR before in an upmarket sex club located on the seamy side of the town where he’d vacationed two years before sent a thrill, tingling from his balls all the way up his body. Nate heaved a breath, and after looking around to check if anyone watched, he rolled the brochure into a tight cylindrical shape and slid it into the breast pocket of his jacket. It fit snugly alongside his company cell phone. Its presence made him smile. It lifted his spirits, flagging under being in a job he practically hated, and loneliness.

Nate hadn’t been on a date since he and Scottie Thompson, from the art department, split up five months before. Not that Nate loved Scottie. He’d enjoyed the guy’s company, and the sex was terrific. In fact, if he was honest with himself that was what he missed the most. The VR rooms might save him from that deprivation.

He picked up his coffee cup and sipped at the now cool beverage as he turned to gaze out of the window at the street. The restaurant gave a great view of the square two floors below. In the middle, a fountain sprayed sparkling water over a narrow circular pond, and around that, lush flowers grew in a vivid display of color and perfume. Sometimes a gardener tended the wide flowerbed, and Nate enjoyed watching as this young man dragged off his t-shirt in the sun and showed off his muscled body all the way down to mid-V of his hips. He was there that day.

A spike of sexual need ran through the bottom of Nate’s stomach. His cock stirred. The gardener straightened from pruning a woody plant, threw the cuttings into a woven sack a step away, then pushed the shears into the back pocket of his jeans. In what Nate thought had to be a purposeful move, the guy pulled off his t-shirt, lingering with his arms raised to show off his muscled torso. He took the tool from his pocket and stuffed his t-shirt into the vacant spot, before looking around, his hands on his delicious slim hips.

Nate’s cock jerked into a hard column as the gardener rearranged his jeans, so that the waistband lowered even farther down his flat stomach. Nate stared at him and the young man gazed at Nate in return. Does he know I’m here? He can’t. The windows are mirrored. Nah, I’m just horny and he’s fucking hot.

Nate shifted in his seat as the man bent to a shrub and offered a view of his hard ass in faded denim. It sent Nate into a spin. He attempted to push away his desires. He tried to will away his erection. He snatched up the bottle of spring water he’d intended taking back to his office from the table in front of him and drank. The cool liquid didn’t help. He had to do something about his boner or be edgy all afternoon.

Nate slid off the chair sideways, dragging off his jacket at the same time. He held it in front of his body as he raced to the men’s restrooms. On his way through the door, a colleague exited.

“Hi, Nate.”

Nate managed a weak smile. “Hi.” He dashed into a cubicle at the far end of the row and shot the bolt on the door. He hung his jacket on the coat hook provided and unzipped his suit pants. With shaking hands, he pushed his underwear and pants down his thighs in one. His massive cock sprang out. His heartbeat sped up in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Excitement trickled down his stomach. He grasped his dick and had to muffle a groan of relief as he clasped it tight. Nate always carried a condom and a thin sachet of lube in the inside pocket of his jacket. He closed his eyes and let go of his cock. A stream of sensation shot under his balls along to his ass. Fuck. I need this bad.

As quietly as he could, Nate took the lube pack from his pocket and tore the corner off. He squeezed the soft gel into his hand and, biting his lip so he didn’t gasp, he palmed his aching dick. Pre-cum leaked from the slit. His thighs weakened yet his body tensed with the need for orgasm. He pumped his cock fast and hard. The waves of pleasure closed his eyes. He leaned back against the cubicle wall and slowed his pumps, bringing the sheath of his fist in long tight moves up and down his cock. Delicious sensation forced soft moans from him. He tightened his grip, bringing to mind the hard body of the gardener, and then, as his orgasm rippled over him, and his hips jerked uncontrollably, his mind emptied of everything but the exquisite pleasure of release.

His cum shot away and then dribbled over his knuckles. He caught his breath as he sank a little down the wall. A smile spread over his face. Relief mingled with satisfaction. His cock throbbed and sent tingles into his asshole. He pulled paper from the chrome dispenser at hip height and cleaned up. Nate’s dick shrank only a little. He carefully arranged his underwear then his suit pants. He checked cum hadn’t flown up his shirt. He wiped up his seed that had dropped to the tiled floor and tossed the paper into the toilet pan, before taking his jacket from the hook and waving a hand over the button on the wall that automatically flushed the toilet.

Mellow from jerking off, he exited the stall and went to wash his hands.

A guy he didn’t know gave him a look as he shook water from his hands and then went to the drier.

The blast of noisy air strangely comforted Nate as he wondered if he’d moaned too loudly when he came. Then the guy left and Nate dried his own hands. He went back to the mirrors as he slipped on his jacket that he’d left draped on the shelf beneath. He stared at his reflection. I need a guy in my life for sure, but I’ll check out ‘Splat,’ on my way home tonight.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing


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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Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Alex’s mouth went dry. His heart raced. The surprise and outright pleasure broadcast from the beast’s eyes sent spikes of sensation ricocheting over Alex’s body. #MMromance for midweek #teaser from Thief of Hearts #gayromance #LGBTQ @evernightpub

 


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.




Midweek Teaser

Two floors down, the car stopped. Someone had called the elevator. Alex straightened in case a crowd flowed in and he needed to edge closer to the side. When the doors opened and the beast entered, head down balancing a brief case and file box, Alex’s heart gave a huge thump. The beast was alone. Alex’s voice just about failed him and he croaked. “What floor, buddy?”

The beast raised his head from using his chin as a weight to stop the case slipping from the box. He gazed into Alex’s eyes.

Alex’s mouth went dry. His heart raced. The surprise and outright pleasure broadcast from the beast’s eyes sent spikes of sensation ricocheting over Alex’s body.

“Ground, thanks.” The beast’s voice, deep and low gave Alex tingles.

Alex pressed the button. I have eight floors to do something about being in this elevator alone with a guy who makes my ass clench, my cock throb, and my legs fuckin’ weak.

He had nothing to lose. Alex turned to the beast, took the case and box from his hands, and placed them on the floor. He grabbed the delicious guy’s jacket lapels and thrust him against the wall of the elevator car. There was no resistance.

The beast gazed into Alex’s eyes, his eyes dark with obvious desire.

Alex pinned the beast to the wall with his muscled body, reached across and slammed the stop button, and then with his heart hammering, kissed the man.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing



From E. D.

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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Thursday, April 15, 2021

He’s hot, smokin’ hot. He has no idea who I am. He ogled me. Yeah, he likes what he sees, and to be honest, so do I. It will be no hardship kissing him. Be teased from Love in Show #MMromance #gayromance #LGBTQ #gayfiction @parr_books @evernightpub



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?


 Be Teased 



Justin Harper glanced in the rear view mirror at the guy who’d play his love interest, Stephen. There were loads of actors in his age group who suddenly burst onto the scene via a TV show, and Justin hadn’t seen this guy before. I wonder how good he is. I should have read his IMDB. He’s hot, smokin’ hot. He has no idea who I am. He ogled me. Yeah, he likes what he sees, and to be honest, so do I. It will be no hardship kissing him. The thought brought a smile to his face. Caer Rossi—never heard of him. He indicated and maneuvered the BMW into the stream of traffic heading toward the rural side of town.

The studios occupied a few acres of prime countryside. Justin had a cottage on the outer perimeter. Most of the actors slept in trailers, comfortable, but with impersonal atmospheres. Justin had done that for a few years and knew it could be unsettling never feeling quite at home. As the hero and long-term character in the series, Justin received special treatment. Petra told him he was spoiled.

Recently he wondered if he’d become complacent. When he’d started in the show three years before, he’d told himself it was a stepping-stone. He wondered now if it wasn’t fear keeping him in the show. Could he hack the round of auditions and rejections again? He didn’t know. He pushed the question to the back of his mind.

He roared the BMW down the highway ignoring the speed limit and sped into the studio lot where Caer Rossi was to meet with Petra the AD, Sam one of the writers, and—himself. Justin grinned at this.

He screeched the car to a halt and hopped out. He took a step to stride into the building then remembered he was pretending to be a runner and had driver duties. He spun around and opened the door for the actor he’d brought from the hotel.

“We’re here. I’ll take you to the meeting. It’s stopped raining. That’s a good sign, huh?” He leaned into the car to address Caer.

The man’s brown eyes met his and in them Justin read trepidation.

He experienced a wave of empathy. “Hey, it’ll be okay.” He reached in and grasped the handle of the duffle bag on the seat beside Caer.

Caer attempted to snatch it back, but failed, then got out of the car and smoothed down his suit jacket.

Justin closed the car door and flashed Caer a reassuring smile. “You look good.” 
Yeah, good enough to eat, in fact.

Copyright E. D. Parr , Evernight Publishing
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From the author
I loved writing this story. I'd had the idea in my head for nearly a year, but life got in the way of my writing for a while there. When I finally wrote the story, it flowed onto the computer because I knew Caer and Justin so well. 
Their love story is hot and heart wrenching. There are places in the story I wanted to shock because life throws wildcards at everyone now and then. I also wanted the guys to love each other deeply.
Justin hides a fun-loving trait until the end of the story when I hope readers will see how much he loves Caer.

Friday, April 9, 2021

Kick back Saturday with chapters to read from #gay #scifi #adventure Love in Danger #MMromance #horror Enter the #giveaway to win a copy

 


From E. D.

 Love in Danger is fantasy/scifi adventure, a romantic story with sizzling hot love scenes between the heroes Corin and Marcus, but it's also a horror story. 

Meet gorgeous Marcus D'Ath who loves Corin JaKobi, his warrior partner, and waits for Corin to tell him that he loves Marcus, too. Of course, Corin does, but he's been burned before and needs to be strong for the job he does, so he keeps his love for Marcus deep in his heart. 

The dialogue between the warriors, Marcus, Zeb, who is Corin's ex-lover and a rogue hunter, and Corin is meant to be poignant and fierce at times. They come to realize how their lives have been manipulated and it's hard to take. It makes them question everything.

Get to know courageous, handsome Corin, the older and more experienced warrior of the pair, as he battles his own demons and those he's sent to kill.

The story contains violence, oppression, battle, and hope.  I offset the horror elements with the hot love scenes between Corin and Marcus , and their lives together, taking care of each other in tender ordinary ways as well as in dangerous situations.

Here's the blurb:

Centuries ago, the planet they cherished was conquered, but now three warriors from an ancient race of gifted beings intend to remedy that.

Lovers, handsome Corin JaKobi and gorgeous Marcus D’Ath are members of an elite planetary squad that rid the city sectors of the mysterious and dangerous Fallen.

When an old friend uncovers the true horrific nature of the elders in the organization they work for, anger at their duplicity drives Corin, Marcus, and rogue squadron hunter, Zeb to plan for the ruling group’s demise.

It won’t be easy, and when Marcus is captured and detained at the elders’ pleasure, Corin’s white-hot fury at the thought of losing the man he loves knows no bounds.

Will Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to stop the horror that awaits him?

Can the warriors free the planet and return it to the lovely place it was before the aggressors arrived?


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Chapter One

 

Mara JaKobi’s eyes filled with tears as she watched the last shuttle depart from Elfinndor for the space dock and the ships her people were relying upon to take them away from the terror unleashed on the planet by the horrifying invaders. Her husband, Tor JaKobi, was on the mainland defending the human population. Her brother Jaf and his husband Benjamin had left that morning to join Tor. Mara held her baby son close. One of the abbey monks put his arm around her shoulders.

“Come now, Mara. We’re taking refuge in the underground city.”

She went with him. As she walked, she thanked all the gods that the invaders had somehow missed seeing the space dock. It was in shadow, cast by their closest moon at that time. The people on the ships might be the only survivors of this attack. The guiding council had decided to send out these arks of their people as a precaution. The cruisers would travel to an unoccupied planet, which the Star Force had discovered some twin-moon cycles ago. Mara had seen pictures of the place. It looked good—green and blue like Elfinndor did from space. It wasn’t so far away that the people in the arks didn’t assume they might never see the Old Island, Elfinndor again.

She queued silently to descend into the underground city with the three thousand or so of her people unable to fit in the cruiser class spaceships. Her parents were on the shuttle. Guy and Jovan, silver-haired, elegant, and still beautiful were among the last of her people to be born winged. Jaf, too, had that honor. The two men had adopted her and Jaf. She had never known their birth parents. They had perished on an ice planet during an exploration visit by Star Force when Mara and Jaf were only six months old. Jovan had been a commander in the force for many moons. Now his expertise and knowledge would help guide the ship to a safe haven beyond the twin-moons that orbited the planet.

A monk showed Mara to a small room expertly hewn from the granite with diamond tip tools by the ancients when they’d first arrived on this planet.

Would they be safe in the underground city? Everyone hoped so. Airshafts hidden from prying eyes among the apple trees and vines ventilated the city. Food stored in the cool storerooms couldn’t last more than six months. An underground freshwater lake shimmered in the light generated by solar panels on the greenhouse roofs where tomatoes still ripened. No one would suspect the cables, disguised by vines and trailing flowers, plunged into the underground city. Still, there was always the chance these invaders could find them if they succeeded in overwhelming Elfinndor’s warrior force.

Two monks rolled the circular door closed on the city.

Mara perched on a wooden seat in her quarters and cradled her son. She ached for Tor’s comforting presence. She daren’t consider the possibility she might never see him, or Jaf and Benjamin again. Cold rivers of fear crept over her. Despite Jovan’s pleading, she’d stayed for Tor JaKobi, her husband, and for her brother Jaf, for the hope they would prevail against the shocking invasion.

****

On the mainland, across the aqua sea, Tor JaKobi led an assault on the invaders. They were difficult to injure or kill in their glittering, protective suits. He’d found a small group of human men huddled in a storage building and persuaded them to try and save their home. Now he wished he’d left them cowering among the barrels and boxes. The invaders were killing his squad and the humans easily. He gave his first officer a look full of worried exasperation. They had little armor. They’d lived in peace for centuries. This was an affront to their entire life philosophy as much as a danger to their lives. Although they’d trained and maintained a small army of warriors, they’d never been in battle.

His communicator trilled in his ear. Jaf and Benjamin had reached the shore and joined another group of fighters ready for combat. Tor sighed. He sent a silent prayer to the gods to keep the two young men safe. If he didn’t survive, Mara would need her brother and his husband.

Ten days later Tor reluctantly accepted defeat. He surrendered when offered a treaty by the elders, a group of leaders from the invading horde. It was the only way to save the remaining human population on the mainland from these invaders whose daytime armor kept them invincible and whose swift and silent nighttime skirmishes left corpses drained of blood in the streets.

Tor signed the papers detailing the conditions of occupation. Without their armor, sitting around a large polished table in one of the rooms of a building they’d taken over, this group of invaders appeared human. They exuded a strange charm, but it didn’t fool Tor. They offered refreshments stolen from the humans they’d killed as if they’d grown the grapes and apricots to make the wine. Tor tried to keep his disgust and anger under control. He seethed inwardly. He choked down the protests that rose in his throat as he read the demands from the Zangnuit elders. He wondered how he could face his people on Elfinndor and tell them what he’d agreed to.

As the remaining warriors traveled across the aqua sea, Tor JaKobi stood on the deck of the ferry alone staring out at the strange, burnt orange light that descended over the mainland. Jaf and Benjamin ran to him and hugged him close. The comfort of the two men’s arms around him broke his composure and tears tracked down his face.

 


Chapter Two

 

Centuries passed with no word from the arks and Elfinndor became a shadow of its former glory.

Corin JaKobi watched from a doorway with resignation on his strikingly beautiful face as the two men fought, the clash of metal ringing in the crisp night air. He’d followed Zeb Farrell for the last half hour, as the notorious hunter wreaked havoc in the nightclubs and bars across the Entertainment Sector.

Zeb tracked a particular quarry of his own, and having found it, launched into a fierce attack.

This would be Zeb’s last fight and so Corin let him be as he battled with the being whose physical strength now matched Zeb’s.

Corin had seen this Fallen one consume enough blood in the Red Bars along his route to fill out his original pale, thin form, and now he laughed aloud finding a voice, taunting the hunter.

“Join me. Throw down your weapon and accompany me on hours of delight. You have no idea what you’re missing.”

The hunter’s grim smile in answer accompanied a harsh, “Not a chance.”

Corin didn’t doubt Zeb would dispatch the Fallen one, but then he had the miserable task of banishing Zeb.

Once upon a distant time, he and Zeb were close—lovers, in fact, but that was long past, and orders were orders even if they were hard to carry out. The order to transport Zeb off world hadn’t come as a surprise, but Zeb’s period of indiscriminate killing throughout the seven sectors had.

The air near Corin stirred and he cast a swift glance at the beautiful man who’d joined him in a shimmer of movement.

“I didn’t expect you’d follow me tonight.”

Marcus’s breath caressed his ear. “Huh, and miss seeing you banish Zeb? Not likely.”

“It’s not a game. I wish it wasn’t my job this time.” Corin’s voice cracked with emotion.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Marcus’s expression held tenderness.

Corin looked away. His task would be doubly hard with Marcus watching.

A few steps away, Zeb Farell’s sword flashed in a sudden cross of light from the twin moons, appearing low on the horizon as banks of clouds scudded away, and the Fallen fell to his knees as Zeb’s blow cut him deep.

The Fallen one, vulnerable to death despite his newly muscled form, made no sound, only the clatter of his weapon on the cobbles as he dropped it.

Zeb raised a foot and kicked the kneeling being in the chest revealing the extent of his blow.

Bright scarlet blood gushed from the body as the shoulders separated from the chest and toppled onto the street. The rest of the body prostrate on the cobbles, Zeb bent and closed the open eyes on the Fallen one’s face, the once silver gaze now a flat gray. Zeb stood and in a sudden movement spun toward Corin.

“I know you’re there, my lost love, and ready to do the task set you.”

Corin stepped into the moonlight, his sword raised as he expected a fight from Zeb. His heart lurched when Zeb gently smiled.

“Corin, I can’t fight you.” Zeb threw his weapon down.

With a heavy sigh, Corin sheathed his sword. “By order of the elders, you, Zeb Farrell, are banished from this planet indefinitely.” He took the portalphone from his belt and aimed it at Zeb.

Wait. Kiss me goodbye, please.” Zeb held up one hand, the other he placed over his heart.

Corin’s breath caught. “I’m forbidden to.”

His former lover’s eyes filled with pain. “No one will know.”

I will … what happened? Why’d you go rogue? What pushed you to this?” Corin’s own pain echoed in his tone, and he waved his hands around in confusion.

“I grew tired of the elders’ rules—no questions, blind obedience. I missed you. I … it doesn’t matter that I leave here. I think that one day you’ll feel the same. Please let me feel your lips on mine one last time.”

Corin took the step and closed the gap between them. He grabbed Zeb around the head and kissed him. The kiss lasted longer than he intended. Feelings Corin had pushed to the bottom of his heart rose in a tide of remembrance and flooded his body with tenderness. Horrified, he pushed Zeb away, aimed, and clicked the button on the portalphone. Through the aura of white light cast as the portal took him away, Zeb’s loving smile tore at his heart. Corin closed his eyes, but he knew he’d see Zeb in his dreams forever as his old lover raised a hand in farewell.

He bent his head when scalding tears rushed from his eyes and traced a path down his cool skin. To hide them, he scooped up Zeb’s sword, before he turned to Marcus who joined him silently.

Marcus placed his hand softly on Corin’s arm.

He knew it was a gesture of support, but all the same, Corin shook it off.

“I need to report the corpse.” He pressed the communicator lodged in his ear. “JaKobi. The mission is complete, but there’s a bloody mess in Sector Five. Send a cleaning unit ASAP. I’ll wait here in case the red stuff attracts undesirable behavior.”

No one had ventured into the street where the fight took place. Most inhabitants knew better than to be around when hunters swooped on their quarry, but if Corin and Marcus left the scene, anything could happen.

The tears he’d shed dampened the scarf around his neck and he tugged it away from his skin not wanting to acknowledge the emotions that had produced them.

Marcus whispered. “I’m sorry. You still cared for him.”

Corin’s reply was bitter to his own ears. “Zeb broke my trust and my heart.” He sighed. “Also, there aren’t many of us, five hunter pairs—maybe a thousand or so of our people left on Elfinndor, if that. It’s a shame to lose anyone.”

“He’s turned bad. He hurt you. Try to forget him now.”

Corin didn’t answer.

The cleaning unit showed up. Corin nodded a greeting to the team leader then gave Marcus a look that meant they were leaving. He unleashed his wings and soared into the bleak sky.

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Thursday, March 4, 2021

For #FirstChapterFriday I've chosen Like a Thief in the Night @evernightpub #LGBTQ #gayromance #MMromance @parr_books At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.


Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place for three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.

Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.

 When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.

Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?

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Chapter One

 

Saxon Dearing owned a pied-de-terre on the outskirts of the city. That summer, after much searching, he’d chosen it for the huge French windows along the studio balcony, and for the two skylights in the shape of triangular prisms, one of which surprised him with a view of stars on clear nights from his bed. Saxon had meant to buy an apartment closer to the central business district, but on seeing the light pouring into the rooms, its location had become secondary for Saxon. He reasoned that it was close enough to where he worked. He could still walk there, and Saxon intended only using the apartment three nights a week anyway. Impatient to secure the place, Saxon offered cash in settlement, and to his joy, the purchase sailed through rapidly. He was soon jingling the keys in his overcoat pocket as he rode the old-fashioned elevator in the building to his second home on the fourth floor of the converted warehouse. Saxon could have run up the carpeted stairs, but the ornate metal cage with its diamond shapes, and the carved oak half-doors of the elevator, gave him a surge of happiness as he used them.

****

The early autumn morning dawned gray. Thunder growled in the distance as Saxon drank his breakfast coffee and gazed out of the French windows. The view of the city resembled a black and white still, slowly being dappled with muted yellow and orange lights that flickered on as people arrived in the office blocks and lit their working environment.

Thursday meant Saxon wouldn’t stay in the studio apartment that night. He put the dishes he’d used the night before and his coffee mug into the dishwasher. After setting it going, he tidied the place before taking a shower and dressing. He emptied the laundry hamper that included the towel he’d used into his expensive washer-drier and threw in the detergent capsule. He never used any other cycle so he snapped the door closed and pressed the button that shone lime green telling him the machine was ready to go.

Saxon sang snatches of a favorite song as he pulled on his overcoat and picked up his grip bag and briefcase. Rain splattered noisily on the skylights and Saxon glanced up. Rivulets ran down the apex and disappeared. Saxon presumed guttering then carried the water away.

As he locked the door, a smile spread on his face. Saxon knew how lucky he was to leave the city behind for a whole three days each week. He worked from home on those days. Home in this instance, being the beach house up the coast given to him by his grandparents. Deciding against the elevator, Saxon ran down the stairs to the lobby of the building and froze as the severity of the downpour became clear. Rainwater pooled outside the door and practically a stream ran along the sidewalk. Hell, I better get a cab. He snatched his smartphone from his pocket and pressed the number he’d allocated to quick call for a taxi company.

****

There’d been no letup in the autumn storm all day. Twilight fell early and Saxon gazed from his office window at the lights from nearby office blocks undulating in the sheets of rain. Flood warnings popped up on his desktop from the two weather bureaus he subscribed to, bringing a frown to his face. He flicked his gaze back to the stock market figures with a sigh. Clearly, he’d be staying in the city at least that night, maybe longer. He worked until trading closed in New York, and then after calling a cab, he packed up to go home. Best go home and start work again. If I stay here, I might not get a cab later. London doesn’t close for a while anyway…

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He looked down at Matt’s hand on his. He raised his eyes and his voice was practically a whisper. “I hoped by the end of the night that you wouldn’t be a stranger and that we certainly would meet again.” Given Time #giveaway #gayromance #LGBTQ @parr_books @evernightpub

 


Matt cradled the whisky glass in his hand for a few seconds. His heartbeat sped up as anticipation flooded him. The handsome man who’d sat alone and ate little fascinated him. Matt knew the guy stared without seeing for a while, and then the eye contact when he saw Matt, was electrifying. No one had ever looked at Matt that way. The sheer sexual hunger and loneliness in those pale eyes forced a shock of attraction to spark along his stomach muscles. There was no mistake. This handsome man was gay. Matt swished his drink around and the ice cubes clinked in the glass. Will he join me? Let him take the chance. It’s time I had someone in my life.

Matt forced himself to lean casually on the bar. He put down the glass. His hand shook. Fucking calm down. He might not come. He probably won’t. It was a bad idea to send a note. Who do I think I am, some movie character? Matt felt rather than saw his quarry approach. His mouth went dry. He suddenly wanted the beautiful Italian tiled floor to open up and let him fall into the hole where failed attempts at finding love littered the black chasm.

“I got your note. Thank you … for sending it … I asked for my coffee to be sent in. Would you like a cup of coffee … or another drink?”

Matt’s entire body reacted to the low, halting tones of the man’s voice. Relief and fear flooded him. He sent a silent request into the ether, which generally fed him premonitions. Don’t let me mess this up. He straightened and faced the man taking in every facet—pale green eyes, like the shallow water lapping at a tropical beach, the sort of handsome face that usually carried guys into a modeling career, and wavy dark hair that Matt itched to run his fingers through. His stomach clenched and a strange melting feeling gathered between his legs. Fucking hell, he’s amazing.

Matt tried a smile hoping it didn’t manifest as a grimace.

“Hi. Matt Loewe. Thanks for showing up.” What? Thanks for showing up, hell.

“Angel Starc, pleased to meet you.” The gorgeous man held out his hand.

Surprised by the Starc name, and how stupid he probably sounded, Matt hesitated to take the handshake, and then he grasped the cool strong hand. A moment of extreme connection made him widen his eyes at Angel. Matt’s ‘mysteriousness’ ignited and he felt as if he knew this man, or, ridiculous as it seemed to his common sense right then, that they belonged together.

Angel’s gaze locked with his and Matt saw the dark pupils expand over the sea-green eyes. Emotions ranged there, too, and Matt responded to the apparent attraction and kindness, trying to sound more in control.

“I mean, I hoped you’d meet me. Let me get you something to go with the coffee—cognac maybe?” He forced the tremor from his voice.

Angel took a deep breath. “Tell you what. I’ll order whisky and coffee for us both and you grab that table in the corner.”

Matt cast a glance toward the corner of the room. He turned his face to Angel Starc.

“Sure.” He left his glass on the bar, and attempted a saunter to the table for two, set up next to twin Kentia palms in huge terracotta pots. Still completely shaken by this turn of events, where not only had he encountered a guy he was intensely attracted to, the guy’s eyes reflected the emotion, Matt sat and loosened his tie. He’s Angel Starc, though. In this town, he has to be a relative of Rory Starc. Take it easy. He watched Angel talking with the bartender. His heart did a weird thump as Angel walked toward the table, gave him a smile like sunshine on a winter’s day, and sat opposite him.

A server strode to the table and placed glasses of whisky before them both.

“I asked for ice. It looked as if you’d taken ice in your other drink—odd shaped chips of it diluted the dregs. When I saw you in the restaurant I thought you were familiar, but we haven’t met before.”

Matt considered his words, trying to choose the right ones. “No, but I wonder if you saw me visit the house where Rory Starc lived, perhaps…”

Angel raised his hand. “Of course … you laid flowers at the gates. I, er, I did notice you. I was across the street in my car.” He gave a laugh, though there wasn’t much mirth in the sound, more like self-deprecation. “I sat there summoning the courage to go into my brother’s home.”

Consumed by a wish to comfort Angel, Matt rushed in. “I’m so sorry to hear about Rory. I honestly don’t know much about his family. I can’t remember reading about a brother. You must be devastated.”

Angel gazed into his eyes. “We were estranged, but yes, it’s hard. Thank you for the flowers. I, I…”

Instinctively, Matt reached out and placed his hand over Angel’s as it rested on the table.

“There’s nothing as good as talking to a stranger. You can let everything out knowing you probably will never meet again.” Hell, there I go again. When I want nothing other than to get to know him, I’m encouraging him to leave.

Angel looked down at Matt’s hand on his. He raised his eyes and his voice was practically a whisper. “I hoped by the end of the night that you wouldn’t be a stranger and that we certainly would meet again.”

Matt couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. Angel’s words drenched him in relief and hope.

“Yes … so do I. I’m sorry. I’m hopeless at this.” He smiled, genuinely grateful for Angel’s candor.

Angel grinned at him. “I’m not great at flirting. Let’s just tell the truth. I saw you. I think you’re hot as hell. I haven’t had a relationship of any kind for almost a year. I’m out of practice and feel guilty because I’m talking to a gorgeous guy and happiness is trickling through me when I’m here because my brother died, but I need this, to, to feel real. Does that make sense?”

The coffee order arrived and the server arranged the cups on the table.

Matt waited until they were alone again before he leaned forward.

“I understand. There’s just a chance we were meant to meet—not, not that your brother had to die for it to happen.” Hell, what’s wrong with me? “I came here to work with him—with Rory. I’m an artist, and he invited me to work on an installation with him. I flew in from Paris. I had no idea until I arrived that he’d died.” He tried to salvage the romance that was in what Angel had said to him. “I’m attracted to you, too.” Matt felt like an idiot.

Angel stared at him for a few seconds. “Wow, I was in the airport about to board a plane to Paris when I heard about Rory’s death on the news. Hell of a way to hear about it, but I drove here instead. That’s weird, huh? You believe in fate then? Sounds like it.”

Matt winced. “There’ve been a few incidents in my life that have me believing in something—not sure what.” Worry stopped him from saying more. He’d lost a lover before with this kind of revelation. Not that Angel was a lover, yet, but Matt silently admitted to wishing he could cut through all the preliminary talk and crush Angel to his body in a hug. When Matt let his need to be with a man free, it overwhelmed him. He unleashed it then in the hope that Angel would see it and respond. He longed for the feel of this man’s hard body pressing the full length of his own—longed for kisses and more. He’d made hash of the meeting after discovering who the gorgeous guy was, now he had to make up for it. He stared hopefully at Angel.

Matt’s emotions must have been written on his face.

Angel’s eyes filled with what Matt recognized as desire. “It’s been a long time since I had to drive down the need to grab a guy and kiss him. I’m taking a chance on telling you that’s what’s happening now, but I can’t seem to care. Events have torn my heart open. I don’t know how to be, except straightforward. I want you in my arms.”

Matt’s lower body tightened. His cock responded to Angel’s words, hardening and pressing up against his suit pants’ fastening. His balls zapped with sexual tension. He picked up the whisky and drained the glass. He basked in the aura of masculine energy that surrounded Angel. It had been long enough between orgasms with a guy for Matt to wonder if he’d lose his wad when Angel kissed him. “I want to be there.” He finally whispered.

Angel sipped at the whisky in his glass. He ran a hand over his forehead.

“How long?” Angel’s voice was gentle.

Matt’s thoughts tumbled. “How long?”

“Since you had a guy in your life.”

“Eighteen months, give or take a few days.”

Angel shook his head. “I don’t do ‘one-nighters’. If we connect tonight I’ll expect more, at the very least to see you again soon. You fill me with an emotion I thought I’d never feel. Is that okay?”

Acceptance brought a smile to Matt’s face. “It’s great. I’m close to desperate to hold you.” Happiness lifted his nerves.

“Sorry to be so intense. I just … I won’t be able to take being messed around.”

Concern flooded Matt. “I’m the same. I am…” He allowed himself the pleasure of tracing Angel’s face with his gaze, soaking up the beauty with a sigh. “You’re so, so … I can’t imagine why you’re alone—why someone hasn’t snapped you up.” Matt couldn’t find words that wouldn’t sound false. He gave Angel an encouraging smile. I hope this is the start of something good—something lasting.

Angel leaned forward. “You took the words out of my mouth. I’m amazed you’re single. Not many hot-as-hell guys are. My room or yours?”

The sudden invitation made Matt’s heart thump. Nervous again now, he went for the safety of his own territory. “Mine.”

Angel stood. “The drinks are on my bill. Lead the way.”

To his disgust, Matt’s hands shook as he walked from the bar and turned to take the wide stair to the next floor. He snatched his key from his pocket hoping the act of holding something would stop the tremble. Instead, he fiddled with the key. His suite was close. He glanced at Angel. “I’m nervous.”

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 


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.

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