Weekend #teaser from #WIP Given Time #MMromance Fate's looking out for Angel when Matt walks into his life

From WIP, MMromance, Given Time 

A love story can still happen at the saddest of times
Releasing this summer from Evernight Publishing 

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“I’m so sorry about Rory. Everyone in town loved him. It’s very sad.”

Angel nodded slowly to show he accepted her sympathy as he answered. “I’ve been told that so often. He’ll be missed I guess.” He didn’t know what else to say. He looked down at the table. The situation threatened to overwhelm him.

The hostess took the hint. “I’ll send over your server for the night, Mr. Starc.”

“Thank you.”

She’d no sooner left him than a young man dressed in black pants and crisp white shirt walked rapidly to Angel’s table with the large card that was the menu.

“Will I send over the wine waiter, sir?”

“No, I’d like iced water, thank you.”

The young man left him to read the menu.

Angel cast his eyes over the offerings, trying to feel normal. His hunger was basic. He didn’t want fancy just a simple meal. When the server came back to the table with his iced water, he ordered steak and salad.

Angel sipped the glass of water absently gazing around the room at the other diners without really seeing them, until his eyes met those of a man a few tables away. A shock of some emotion ran down Angel’s back. His thoughts tumbled as he struggled to recall where he’d seen this man. The breadth of the man’s shoulder’s and the thick well cut hair was resoundingly familiar. He stared without realizing into the dark eyes of the sexy stranger.

A slow smile appeared on the hunk’s lips. His eyes held an invitation.

Angel’s stomach lurched. He was so out of practice he didn’t know if this was a gay guy sending signals, or another of his brother’s fans showing sympathy from across the room. Angel tore his gaze away. As much as he’d craved the chance to meet a romantic partner in the last year, he didn’t know what to do right then. When the server turned up with his steak, gratitude flooded Angel. 

He could hide behind eating his meal.

He studiously cut up his steak and took a bite. The meat melted in a mouthful of flavor. Angel ate a little more and toyed with his salad. Without thinking, he flicked his gaze across the room. The handsome man stared at him. Angel’s heart pounded alarmingly. He looked away. He put down his fork. Hell, what’s wrong with me? This isn’t the time to be looking at guys … although it might take my mind off things. He emphasized the word things in his mind.

He’d satisfied his hunger and now his spirits sank. Angel chanced raising his eyes to look for the server. The stranger no longer sat at a table. A flurry of mixed emotions ran riot in Angel, disappointment, relief, and a surprising all-encompassing regret.

The server must have read Angel’s mind because he loped over to Angel’s table with a smile.

“Can I get you anything, sir?”

Angel ordered coffee. He gazed at the twinkling lights adorning the sunroom. I need love, or sex … someone in my life … but I’ll never have it … I’m down because of Rory and, and stuff … it’s dredged up all my latent loneliness. I need to get a grip.

His order of coffee was delivered swiftly. The server bent a little and whispered.

“Mr. Starc, another guest has asked me to give you this.” He held out a small fold of white paper.

Angel’s hopes leapt. Maybe it’s the guy from across the room. He accepted the note. More than likely a condolences note…

The server left him.

Angel’s fingers shook as he flipped open the fold. His eyes traveled swiftly along the sentence.

‘I’d like to buy you a drink. I’ll be in the bar if you’re interested.’ Guilt also pricked him as a surge of happiness rose in his heart.

Angel glanced around checking if anyone watched. This has to be from the guy I stared at. Do I accept? Yes. I must. I can’t just let this chance go by. It will take my mind off things. I’m a mess. He pushed his guilt away. Normally businesslike, highly professional, and in control, the way his stomach had lurched and his heart hammered at the sight of the attractive man killed his composure. He beckoned to the server.

“Will you have my coffee sent through to the bar, please?”

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Tuesday #teaser gives you a chapter of #MMromance 'Make a Wish' What happened to Dylan that makes it so great Nick falls for him #gayromance

Chapter One

Sweat coated his back as Dylan ran through the park. The dull thud of his footsteps echoed in the pedestrian tunnel as he used it to cross under the main street. His lightweight running shoes cushioned his feet on the concrete, but he was gasping for breath as he ascended the ramp to the sidewalk, and it felt as if the shoes were made of lead. His T-shirt stuck to him and when he rounded the corner to make his way back to his apartment, the freezing morning breeze chilled him. Dylan slowed his pace as he approached the building where he lived. Too winded to speak, Dylan passed the doorman giving him a nod and raised hand in greeting.

He used to take the stairs to his apartment. Today, as with every other day since he returned from hospital, he went into the elevator car and leaned against the wall. As he began to breathe easier, Dylan considered his fitness level. His doctor had told him weeks ago he was trying to take things too fast, but gripped by determination, Dylan started an exercise regime to push himself back to ‘normal.’ ‘Normal’ being a fit, healthy, thirty-year-old man who hadn’t been shot in the lower shoulder and then come down with pneumonia brought on, the doc said, by not taking it easy when he’d caught the influenza doing the rounds that season. Dylan looked back on the last ten months with acrimony. Considering how fit he’d been before the incident, he could hardly believe how long the whole healing process took.

He stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor and fished in his track pants pocket for his apartment keys. Inside, he passed the hall table, but did a double take—the usually silent and still answering machine handset was blinking. For someone to call his landline was unusual these days. Have I missed a call on my cell? Maybe it’s an interview. He needed work. His savings were almost gone. He dragged off his shoes and socks, leaving them on the floor as he avoided checking the message until he’d had a shower, and headed along the hall. It’s probably another company telling me I was unsuccessful. There’d been a number of those communications. I’ve become pessimistic. He pushed away the knowledge that he still wasn’t emotionally over the shooting.

Dylan stripped off his T-shirt as he walked through his apartment to the small laundry room, next to his kitchen. He dropped the T-shirt straight into the washing machine that stood with the lid open in one corner. Dylan ducked past the dryer that he’d secured to the wall, and opened the air-con grill to retrieve his laptop, and then he secured the air-con grill into the cavity again. He always hid stuff when he left the apartment. It was a habit from when there’d been a burglary a few years before.

Dylan put his laptop on his desk as he passed it on his way to the bedroom. He paused long enough to drop his apartment keys and cell phone on there from inside his pants pocket. In his bedroom, he pulled off the track pants and his boxers, and left them on the bed. He headed for the shower and the oblivion of being under the welcome warm sprinkles. He’d installed a rain showerhead when he’d first moved in, and he loved it. He stood with his face upturned to the spray as he thrust away the question of who’d called that nagged him. He could get no peace and so he rapidly lathered shower gel all over, including his hair, rinsed, and turned off the faucets with resignation.

He pulled a towel from the stack he kept on an whitewood shelf next to the shower stall to quickly rub the water from his hair, and then he wrapped it around his waist. The blinking light on his answering machine beckoned him. He had to know who’d called. Dylan dreaded it was a rejection and hoped it would be an interview. He padded down the hall, leaving wet footprints on the parquet.

He’d given up applying for jobs that were in his recent work field of import and export. He’d never had to worry about work before and faced with rejection upon rejection, he realized something was wrong.

His wardrobe wasn’t up to looking as businesslike as many companies appeared to need from their prospective employees. He always wore jeans or chinos, and casual shirts in the company he and his best friend used to operate. His outerwear consisted of a well-worn leather jacket and a black blazer. His need to wear a suit had him buying a cheap, off the rack item that might present him in a better light at interviews.

Dylan approached the answering machine and pressed the button to listen to the message.

“Hi, Mr. West, Rachel Carter here—I’m calling to arrange a meeting with you. You applied for the job in security. We can see you tomorrow at five-thirty. Please come to the human resources department.” She ended the call with no further information. If Dylan had applied for other work in the last week, he might not have recognized he’d won an interview for the vacancy at Berry Brown department store. He sighed. I need the work. Any work will do to get me back out there. I need a stroke of luck.

Dylan pulled the towel from around his waist and wiped the moisture from his shoulders. He stared at the answering machine as he considered the message and dried his legs. Then he threw the towel over his shoulder and returned to his bedroom. He rifled through his closet looking for clean clothes.

Why have I put worn shirts back on hangers and where’s my clean underwear?

Dylan stood back and surveyed his closet. It wasn’t large, but it was walk-in, and he turned around in the narrow space to grab old, faded jeans from the shelf, and a T-shirt he knew had to be clean because he hadn’t worn it since before his best friend shot him.

Filled with a sudden and inexplicable energy, Dylan gathered up all the dirty clothes and dashed to the laundry. He went back and picked up his socks from the hall and his underwear from his bedroom to stuff into the tub. With a load of laundry swishing in the washing machine, Dylan went to his kitchen and put coffee on to percolate. I might get this job. I’ll wear the suit. I’ll be cheerful. It’s almost Christmas. It would be great to know that I had a job to go to after the seasonal holiday. I’ll get this job—yes. Dylan psyched himself up.

Dylan’s gaze fell on the card pulled halfway out of the scarlet-colored envelope that lay on the counter top. His mom always sent him a card and she always alluded to his single status. He succumbed to a twinge of sadness. It had been a long time since there’d been a man in his life. Sometimes in the long nights, when he lay awake, Dylan would wonder why he’d never met someone who loved him—who fell in love with him. If he had a Christmas wish, it would be to meet a kind, sexy man. He gazed out of the kitchen window at the leaden sky. He’d never had a wish come true, so it was unlikely that one would. Dylan poured coffee. The warmth from the cup and the delicious smell comforted him.

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~~~~~Gorgeous, happy, Nick Kringle is making deliveries on the main street of the city when a car breaks down at the intersection.

Amid the seasonal crowds and inclement weather, Dylan West gets out of his car and tries to push it to the side of the road.

Nick rushes to help him and comes face to face with the most delicious man he’s ever seen.

Dylan’s down on his luck, but Nick believes in magic.

Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.

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Yay, release day for #MMromance The Night Gardener #teaser #gayromance @evernightpub man love

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.

Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.

He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.

Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?

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A tingle went down Dane’s spine. “Zachary, do you spend the entire off-season here—gardening, I mean?”

Zachary grinned. “Every night.”

The words were out of Dane’s mouth before he knew it. “I’m here for eight weeks, alone. You can stay here … if you want, instead of finding a hotel or other accommodations.” He cringed just a little. Did I sound needy?

Zachary’s eyes sparkled with happiness at the offer. He smiled and leaned over to place a hand on Dane’s arm. “Thank you, I do want to. I’d love to. No one’s actually offered before.”

A question popped into Dane’s mind, but he couldn’t quite form it. He knew there was something strange about Zachary’s statement, but pushed it away under a spell of attraction to the handsome man.

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In love with the #coverreveal for tomorrow's #MMromance release from @evernightpub #gayromance

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.

Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.

He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.

Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?

Releasing tomorrow Thursday March 9, from Evernight Publishing 

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Janice Montgomery handed her husband, Jackson, a beer.

He took it with a grateful smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He sat heavily in his armchair and brought his feet up onto the footstool. “It’ll be great to get away. Have you packed?”

She came to sit on the arm of the chair and ran her fingers into his hair, taking it back from his forehead. She planted a kiss there. “I have. Have you finished work? Can we make an early start?”

Jackson caught her hand and kissed her palm. “All done. Let’s leave around six. We’ll miss the business traffic if we get out the other side of town before seven.”

A small frown put a crease between her eyes. “Jackson … have you mentioned Zachary to the guy leasing the cottage?”

Jackson pursed his lips. “Dane Lovell’s the guy’s name, and no I, er, I forgot.”

Janice stood. “I don’t think you forgot. I think you chickened out. Dinner’s ready. I’ll dish up.”

Jackson gazed after her. He heaved a sigh. Zachary…

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 

Warning book contains gay male sex in the love scenes
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