tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24951811930938777102024-03-14T03:47:19.664-04:00ParrXE.D.Parr Books, news and teasers from MMromance, gayromance, Evernight PublishingE. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-2388818896484695412023-05-21T19:00:00.001-04:002023-05-21T19:00:00.157-04:00Teaser time from Like a Thief in the Night @parr_books #MMromance #suspense #gayromance #books @evernightpub <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjlEDel4sWHu7ryYGZX0_ug8G0yy_VeuFzHwOWdMCERe_Gnzpa8YKBUXD3dM16ChdDsbJwA0cDkzd234FWWXHLWf77YWp9xbZbNWBi5cTP01izU9gimWMc-htmLOz-a8vfFNOYF_W2t_ayxo11X5V0FPeS9jh8xghnIVbaCmNtx4FL35ltL4U-lD7/s851/Like%20a%20Thief%20in%20the%20Night-banner1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="851" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjlEDel4sWHu7ryYGZX0_ug8G0yy_VeuFzHwOWdMCERe_Gnzpa8YKBUXD3dM16ChdDsbJwA0cDkzd234FWWXHLWf77YWp9xbZbNWBi5cTP01izU9gimWMc-htmLOz-a8vfFNOYF_W2t_ayxo11X5V0FPeS9jh8xghnIVbaCmNtx4FL35ltL4U-lD7/w640-h240/Like%20a%20Thief%20in%20the%20Night-banner1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Artist
Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city
gallery to pay his rent. </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">When
his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">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?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";"><b>Read the teaser:</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saxon’s eyelids drooped. He caught himself before he fell
asleep with his laptop balanced on his thighs as he checked Singapore trading.
He logged out, closed the lid, and slid the machine under his big low bed. It
grazed the side of the baseball bat he kept under there, just in case. A habit
left over from the early days of his career when he lived in a neighborhood
fraught with crime. Saxon had cleaned his teeth earlier, so he threw the pillow
that had supported his back to the other side of the bed. Fatigued, he dropped
to sleep as soon as he lay his head down.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some change in the familiar sounds he generally slept
through woke him. He listened without focusing in the darkness blanketing the
sleeping end of his studio apartment. Then, with a growing sense of dread, as
his eyes became used to the dimness, the realization that someone opened the
prismed skylight over the living area sent a prickle of sensation up his spine.
He rolled silently from his bed, and prone on the warm wooden flooring, he
clasped the baseball bat to his side.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fearful, but convinced he had the element of surprise to
confront an intruder, Saxon watched as a man, tall, arm muscles straining, but
obviously practiced at the maneuver, hung through the gap created when he’d
pushed the skylight along. Saxon knew there’d once been a stair to that
skylight and the roof, but the agent told him the builders had sealed off access
in the conversion of the building. He muffled a ragged breath. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Should I rush the guy as soon as he’s in the
room?</i> His heart hammered. Undecided, Saxon lay there, ramrod stiff,
clutching his bat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man’s feet dangled only a little way from the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It’ll be raining on my
polished floor through that gap. </i>The thought traveled through Saxon’s
troubled mind. His grimace became a grim smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The trespasser dropped with a soft thud. He strode to the
European laundry, and pulled open the right side of the louvered doors. He
brought a broom and closed the skylight from below. The glass prism slid along
easily and the man stilled for a moment gazing up.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Fucking hell, he knows
where things are. </i>Under cover of the pooled darkness and his bedframe,
Saxon stared as the intruder took the broom back to the alcove room. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man closed the doors, turned, and after flipping on the
floor lamp standing next to the saloon doors of the kitchen, went through them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saxon waited, confused and shocked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The lamp cast a soft amber glow over the immediate area and
raindrops glistened in the man’s dark hair as he arrived back with a wad of
paper towel, and cleaned up the splattering of water on the floor. Then he took
off a backpack he wore, slipped it to the floor by an armchair, and retreated
to the kitchen. In seconds, he was back. He must have left his rain-wet jacket
in the kitchen because he appeared in a dark sweater.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saxon discovered he was holding his breath, when, as the guy
disappeared through the bathroom door, dizziness engulfed him. He gathered his
courage as he gulped in air. With a quick rub of his elbow that had supported
him on the luckily heated but hard floor, he stood and rammed his feet into the
leather tartan-lined slippers he favored. Hanging onto his baseball bat, Saxon
crept toward the bathroom, trying not to let the soles of his slides slap on
the parquet. Halfway there he froze. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A line of light from the bathroom fell across the floor and
armchair on that side of the room. Only a little ajar, Saxon could still hear
the unmistakable sound of the shower through the opening. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What the hell? He’s taking a shower. What sort of burglar takes a
shower? </i>Saxon sagged onto the arm of the chair. Fear and now bewilderment
weakened him. He hadn’t time to do more than stand as the intruder came out of
the bathroom wearing one of Saxon’s big fluffy towels around his waist.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saxon stared at him. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Fuck,
I could do without him being hot.</i> He ran his gaze rapidly over the
delicious hard chest on display and then locked eyes with the guy. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He is gorgeous.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Light from the bathroom lit the young man from behind. His
damp hair stroked his cheeks in unruly strands. He held his hands up, palms
out. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saxon lifted his baseball bat. “What the hell do you think
you’re doing?” His voice cracked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The guy nodded at the bat. “You won’t need that. I’m
harmless. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect anyone to be home.” A contrite expression
passed on his handsome face, and then Saxon was certain amusement replaced it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saxon dropped his arm and the bat swung by his leg.
“Clearly.” He glared at the man, but inexplicably couldn’t summon anger, and in
the face of this half-naked gorgeous guy, his fear disappeared and curiosity
filled him. “You’d better explain yourself.”</span><o:p></o:p></p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Read an interview with Saxon Dearing</span></b></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Today
we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes from , Like a Thief in the Night<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I’ll
make this interview fun…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Saxon,
If you were a dessert, what would you be? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Laughs) A dessert … well I know Jon likes
ginger cookies, but that’s not really a dessert, huh? Okay I know, lemon
meringue pie, yeah.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What
do you do when you need to blow off steam? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">If I’m in the city I go to the gym and beat
the crap out of a punch bag. If I’m at the beach house, I run on the beach,
although I do keep to the wet sand and I like to wear my iPod<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What
do you look for in a man?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Nothing now I’ve met Jon. He’s perfect for
me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet … I could
go on all day about him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What
is in your refrigerator right now? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In the city, steak, lettuce, cherry
tomatoes … a half pack of beer, what else … a red pepper. There’s not that much
because Jon and I are going up to the beach house tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What’s
on your bedroom floor?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s
under the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What
do you wear in bed?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it
ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Light
on or off?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Either, both<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Chocolate
or vanilla?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to
be chocolate. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What’s
your biggest fear?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Oh, well, I have to think about that for a
second. I could say spiders or losing on the stock market but truth is it’s
losing Jon’s love. It would break my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What
is your most treasured possession?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">After the last question … Jon’s not my
possession but I treasure him. If it has to be a possession, then it’s a
drawing Jon gave me … he’s an artist.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What’s
your favorite outfit?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I have some old faded levis and beaten up
leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a
t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for
work. I like my black one best.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What
do you like to see Jon dressed in?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little)
although I do like him in the tux he wore for our wedding, and in his ripped
jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Do
you have a favorite music track?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is
eclectic. We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Tell
the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You
do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We’ll
make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></b></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-65242577478276283672022-08-18T19:30:00.001-04:002022-08-18T19:30:00.149-04:00For #firstchapterFriday read from hot #newrelease #MMromance Dragon Bridge #gayromance Key heaved a breath. Someone had taken his space in the communal car park of the small apartment block again.<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXkVYjcQY5ONJOg7tvhDq7wcsp6GLQXAK8rVlY8SuQ8j75BEYNSS01-9nWR0zkfTwXWGDZAd0askfGji9b5b6V35i2SxCJHH0_ouLU271w_KAJF2tClUxoO1l6S45VujQMf7ibsN0N167ZZ51EAd0wtlHuHijn8jzFD3bBrpepedhfYa5Jn273Nh-/s851/dragon%20bridge-banner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="851" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXkVYjcQY5ONJOg7tvhDq7wcsp6GLQXAK8rVlY8SuQ8j75BEYNSS01-9nWR0zkfTwXWGDZAd0askfGji9b5b6V35i2SxCJHH0_ouLU271w_KAJF2tClUxoO1l6S45VujQMf7ibsN0N167ZZ51EAd0wtlHuHijn8jzFD3bBrpepedhfYa5Jn273Nh-/w640-h241/dragon%20bridge-banner2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>First Chapter Friday</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Dragon Bridge</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2CGAR6o3b_8bfg8Nr9452qgnbOgx938ZJ-BHRj5fjwgwRmUmMnrUP9LdioP_tqm3mla240Fg4AhwN2gAHFTWkQY-N3u7u_jDUgAMLYiO7jTbNbtzsAWagv_yTzD9TJolr94xwUNedbs17XRFOdl4HeA1UK59CCxsFcca04AvwGiiglAjF9MCpoJP/s240/dragonshield.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="123" data-original-width="240" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2CGAR6o3b_8bfg8Nr9452qgnbOgx938ZJ-BHRj5fjwgwRmUmMnrUP9LdioP_tqm3mla240Fg4AhwN2gAHFTWkQY-N3u7u_jDUgAMLYiO7jTbNbtzsAWagv_yTzD9TJolr94xwUNedbs17XRFOdl4HeA1UK59CCxsFcca04AvwGiiglAjF9MCpoJP/s1600/dragonshield.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p></p><h1><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">Chapter One</span></h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key Alder raised his glass to his lips joining in the
toast. This was the last day at the office for a colleague. A long serving
agent and source of excellent ideas, the woman would be missed. The farewell
gathering after work served for her to receive her leaving gift and good wishes
from everyone. The pale golden bubbles in Key’s glass swished against the seam
of his lips. His car waited in the underground car park that day so Key didn’t
taste the expensive champagne. He sighed inwardly. Key’s fatigue weighed on him.
It often brought inexplicable sadness with it. Tired from the daily battle to
keep the public safe from internet crime, Key watched Maria shake hands with
the special agent in charge of their department, and then, along with all his
colleagues, he applauded.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">An hour later as he drove home, Key’s eyes misted. He
shook away the gathering tears, alarmed at his tumbling emotions. Stopped at a
traffic light he opened his window. The blast of cold late February night air
stung his face. He drove on home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key heaved a breath. Someone had taken his space in
the communal car park of the small apartment block again. He stopped behind the
vehicle, blocking its exit and narrowing the route in and out of the lot so that
not many cars would be able to pass the rear of his. <i>Fucking hell. </i>Key rubbed his forehead. The urge to ram the
offending automobile into the wall surrounding the parking area bit at him. He
closed his eyes. Moments passed. Then with a deep sigh, Key reversed his old
Mustang and drove around the back of the enclosure. He parked under an arch of
trees, their bare, black, claw-like branches clasped together. Key got out and
locked the door. Patches of the damp blue roof glistened in a filtered shower
of light from one of the streetlights nearby. Drops of water from the branches
above fell on his cheek like tears. Sadness flooded Key. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Warmth from the central heating greeted Key as he
entered his lonely home. He tugged off the scarf around his neck, pulled off
his overcoat and threw both onto the hall table. A small succulent in a prettily
decorated pot took the force and wobbled toward the edge. Key grabbed it. He
liked the Mexican designs on the pot <i>and</i>
his last boyfriend had given him the plant. He righted the keepsake. Key caught
sight of his reflection in the mirror over the table. The dark shadows under
his eyes told the tale of his many sleepless nights. He drooped. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On his way to the fridge to find a beer, his
smartphone beeped in his suit jacket pocket. Key checked the caller on the
screen. <i>Wesley.</i> He took the call from
his brother. Ten years older than Key and with a different father, Wesley was
technically his stepbrother, but neither Key nor Wesley referred to each other
as such.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hi, Wes, what’s up?” Key slumped on the couch instead
of completing his journey to the kitchen. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m good, but I can tell from your voice that you’re
not. Have you given any thought to my suggestion?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key sighed. “I don’t know, Wes. Taking off overseas,
well, it’s daunting. I’m tired.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Burnt out more like—please take a vacation. How much
accrued leave do you have?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Months, I think. It’s still important to me, the job,
you know keeping people safe from cybercrime, especially when they lose everything
they have, and suffer the stress of it all. The trouble is, I think, is that I
feel all their sadness now, and, Wes, I’m so tired of how people can be <i>so</i> cruel to others.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key heard his brother sigh. When he answered, his
voice held kindness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ten years of seeing the seamy side of life is bound
to affect anyone.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yeah, it’s definitely sensitized me to all the
sadness in the world. I’ve stopped reading or watching news on the TV. The
sight of people starving, kids being killed, poverty, war, hatred—it brings
tears to my eyes.” Key stopped confiding in his brother as tears welled in his
eyes right then. His voice wavered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Key, you’re only just thirty. You have <i>time</i>. Have you seen Mark at all
recently? I bet you haven’t been out for weeks.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The reference to his last boyfriend brought a smile to
Key’s lips. “Wes, Mark and I have been broken up for nearly a year.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sorry. Time trickles away. Did you tell me about the
split? I don’t think I knew. What happened?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key heaved another sigh. “My job—his job. Actually, I
don’t think I did tell you about Mark and me breaking up. I was on a horrendous
case at the time. It was a mutual decision. We’re still friends. We’d probably
catch up over a beer now and then if he wasn’t living so far away. I don’t have
time to meet guys…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Key, why not take your leave? Look after yourself for
a while. Find someone to love. I don’t know how I’d be without Jennifer and
she’s said the same of me. Don’t go through life alone. You must be lonely.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key nodded to himself. <i>Dreadfully, if I admit it.</i> “Sometimes.” He couldn’t burden Wes with
that, too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wesley’s voice fell to a whisper. “If you just carry
on as usual, I fear you’ll break somehow.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key heard the love in his brother’s tone. He
recognized the truth in what Wes said. He <i>was</i>
on the edge. He softened his voice as affection surged for Wesley.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Thank you for your concern, Wes. I think I’ll do it.
I’ll apply for leave tomorrow.” He talked with his brother for a few more
minutes asking about Wesley’s wife and daughter. As he ended the call, Key knew
he’d made a radical decision about his job. He was going to quit. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing, All rights reserved, July 28, 2022</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2342k3NGpF-9DHeoIK2_xtk_uzl7SjHRaBe4zrbMMcTi7I70xSWnwihkEB7ZPjPwSrblhB7AMTiCw8xXM2OL5e3b06lIPtAt3iHekt0d5uZumaSA6gHQoL1xHZpSnYr8oTS88fB5PaIsZkAu00zzpDyqTJDp4s0VKpMfMedQd2pVjpg-lBHf89wl-/s2700/dragonbridgecover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2342k3NGpF-9DHeoIK2_xtk_uzl7SjHRaBe4zrbMMcTi7I70xSWnwihkEB7ZPjPwSrblhB7AMTiCw8xXM2OL5e3b06lIPtAt3iHekt0d5uZumaSA6gHQoL1xHZpSnYr8oTS88fB5PaIsZkAu00zzpDyqTJDp4s0VKpMfMedQd2pVjpg-lBHf89wl-/w426-h640/dragonbridgecover.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dragon Bridge<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tired from his high stress
work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful
Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a
perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a beachside café, next to
a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts festival in a
mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening performance of
fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beautiful, enigmatic Claudio
Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is captured by a
wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio wants Key. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key is enchanted by Claudio. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A passionate love grows
between the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Claudio’s mysterious
ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything to stay
with his loved one?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>BUY the BOOK </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/dragon-bridge-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/dragon-bridge-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/dragon-bridge-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/dragon-bridge-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H">https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H">https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H">https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-bridge-e-d-parr/1141823839">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-bridge-e-d-parr/1141823839</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1156569">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1156569</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1">https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/author/e-d-parr/id1188331536"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://books.apple.com/us/author/e-d-parr/id1188331536</span></a><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">READ a hotter teaser as Dragon Bridge visits Lisabet Sarai</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2022/08/one-more-kiss-mmromance.html">https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2022/08/one-more-kiss-mmromance.html</a></span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip4ahxpD8sRqHC_6-XgTtTYTSsVOK4WpwvAgz7mXVV9gSdih3z7-X1ltM_4xlSBIR6mmvYpH7rO8Om98ztHmjvna_T1bk84kt6Pcvjy1UNwvtuO9IU1WjgoaSFrbDq2yFq8omxK4Gs8Bq4JYwtmoGV0y1InOsqrTstA0P8acmn4m6BcBg8zSDXEseW/s1106/posterkiss.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1106" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip4ahxpD8sRqHC_6-XgTtTYTSsVOK4WpwvAgz7mXVV9gSdih3z7-X1ltM_4xlSBIR6mmvYpH7rO8Om98ztHmjvna_T1bk84kt6Pcvjy1UNwvtuO9IU1WjgoaSFrbDq2yFq8omxK4Gs8Bq4JYwtmoGV0y1InOsqrTstA0P8acmn4m6BcBg8zSDXEseW/w579-h640/posterkiss.jpg" width="579" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-24517325632894337862022-08-03T09:32:00.001-04:002022-08-17T07:53:06.783-04:00Dragon Bridge now available on @sirenbookstrand for all you #manlove story lovers #teasers #MMromance #gayromance #fantasy <p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi55lSYizShZB45e1K7vuZ0tSn9p7ufT-Y0LqsauKUGGkvdxlXURFFw_ATdomEXyuwnIYrVVjZwtaKMlGO3M0VQDAs6ZyimpQZ0mJiZ4ZEhxa--eryHX6n00iQmH4snMCZ0Czv3uiHRHvhrsC2e5f8IZWTZXkuv3zcOgbyZWEpshWFMDzk-jSDPERjP/s746/blogtitle2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="746" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi55lSYizShZB45e1K7vuZ0tSn9p7ufT-Y0LqsauKUGGkvdxlXURFFw_ATdomEXyuwnIYrVVjZwtaKMlGO3M0VQDAs6ZyimpQZ0mJiZ4ZEhxa--eryHX6n00iQmH4snMCZ0Czv3uiHRHvhrsC2e5f8IZWTZXkuv3zcOgbyZWEpshWFMDzk-jSDPERjP/w640-h432/blogtitle2.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Editor's review:</b></span></p><p class="MsoCommentText"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What a great fantasy story! I love
that Key needed to leave his job because of his sensitivity. What a strength!
And I'm sure what drew Claudio to him, other than his looks. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The legend of Dragon Bridge is a fun
premise. So creative! Lots of layers to the legend to keep things interesting.
And the backdrop of the Italian coast is perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Blurb:</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dragon Bridge<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tired from his high stress
work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful
Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a
perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a beachside café, next to
a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts festival in a
mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening performance of
fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beautiful, enigmatic Claudio
Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is captured by a
wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio wants Key. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key is enchanted by Claudio. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A passionate love grows
between the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Claudio’s mysterious
ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything to stay
with his loved one?</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Already one of E. D. Parr's bestsellers on Siren Bookstrand</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>BUY link </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/dragon-bridge-mm"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/dragon-bridge-mm</span></a><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoCommentText"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Also find the book on:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/dragon-bridge-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/dragon-bridge-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H">https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H">https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H">https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0B6ZGLJ8H</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-bridge-e-d-parr/1141823839">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-bridge-e-d-parr/1141823839</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1156569">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1156569</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1">https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/author/e-d-parr/id1188331536">https://books.apple.com/us/author/e-d-parr/id1188331536</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARU8SPUBsyeIdxHB_uky8gH-TPifsFovf3gn_crW9rKo7qrl31RkxkLz15eb92z-kKfvNSjY9MkKnPWC8xJJEbfJfNWWJ5LLvCdaCoSGHIxxPTw0h5EWiXCZy0_kEjjB-A_TBqY5lDN5xSlW5Hstu4tb5scgHmTDClzed8kFOfrMH95vzSKOLHoA6/s1200/dragonmoonT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="1200" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARU8SPUBsyeIdxHB_uky8gH-TPifsFovf3gn_crW9rKo7qrl31RkxkLz15eb92z-kKfvNSjY9MkKnPWC8xJJEbfJfNWWJ5LLvCdaCoSGHIxxPTw0h5EWiXCZy0_kEjjB-A_TBqY5lDN5xSlW5Hstu4tb5scgHmTDClzed8kFOfrMH95vzSKOLHoA6/w640-h449/dragonmoonT.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">
</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoCommentText"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></p><br /><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-16609035325535795302022-07-27T19:30:00.073-04:002022-08-17T07:55:56.314-04:00Release day for #MMromance #gayromance contemporary #fantasy Dragon Bridge from E. D. Parr and @evernightpub #newrelease <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7Gld4zwkBueif5jZcVAhqa4ZxU3-w8JCjBtIZjFX6kV47v7vCTjWDvGiWKHtLef_zYTVJE-wHKxNyUfXwYlpfkNtzgNSlGRkrGjhEURVMSoLKf7caLVF7dpe3RkhvdrwlFhr8NuM1grfT8BZtNtBv2XNMOCl1PkaIT3lAh7eZvhuvAaEIzqEekwh/s1200/dragonmoonT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="1200" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7Gld4zwkBueif5jZcVAhqa4ZxU3-w8JCjBtIZjFX6kV47v7vCTjWDvGiWKHtLef_zYTVJE-wHKxNyUfXwYlpfkNtzgNSlGRkrGjhEURVMSoLKf7caLVF7dpe3RkhvdrwlFhr8NuM1grfT8BZtNtBv2XNMOCl1PkaIT3lAh7eZvhuvAaEIzqEekwh/w640-h449/dragonmoonT.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Dragon Bridge</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tired from his high
stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful
Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a
perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a beachside café,
next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts
festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening
performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beautiful, enigmatic
Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is
captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio wants Key. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key is enchanted by
Claudio. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A passionate love
grows between the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Claudio’s
mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything
to stay with his loved one?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkMo6JOG8AcosK1YTBHh4xXXwJTz4kO--Ogh7fXi9eS45-VAzRGpz3-S0N-JB1sYIQAgm6KdshLy6Wd-S9dz3s0gZhBnfDDTP6fp7GThVAF45forwhs7NwJZPhEICqNdlKV49W5QwaITnizUX07UQSRo9CM9xRLXqo-UJZRf4LZQQAC7oABnZAceD/s2254/dragon%20bridge-3D2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2254" data-original-width="1667" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkMo6JOG8AcosK1YTBHh4xXXwJTz4kO--Ogh7fXi9eS45-VAzRGpz3-S0N-JB1sYIQAgm6KdshLy6Wd-S9dz3s0gZhBnfDDTP6fp7GThVAF45forwhs7NwJZPhEICqNdlKV49W5QwaITnizUX07UQSRo9CM9xRLXqo-UJZRf4LZQQAC7oABnZAceD/w148-h200/dragon%20bridge-3D2.png" width="148" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Find the book </span></b><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/dragon-bridge-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/dragon-bridge-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/dragon-bridge-1</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/author/e-d-parr/id1188331536"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://books.apple.com/us/author/e-d-parr/id1188331536</span></a><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraFgxX-rNqEQkoaAWyoHKdr3gYOhgSYBxEibDEeG8Rvzzwdy4DiRsri4vXs1rERdgksPEUDM3hOgwiJ1Oeok8tkHsyemnecvn2N2cpKb1n6AjceA1CaBGOfcGJIafexI4bH_ZIout_eRuzlyT4nWa5etoVZFzx6tcTTe_lFAy6f0GU3RP4ZVaHLK9/s1106/posterkiss.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1106" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraFgxX-rNqEQkoaAWyoHKdr3gYOhgSYBxEibDEeG8Rvzzwdy4DiRsri4vXs1rERdgksPEUDM3hOgwiJ1Oeok8tkHsyemnecvn2N2cpKb1n6AjceA1CaBGOfcGJIafexI4bH_ZIout_eRuzlyT4nWa5etoVZFzx6tcTTe_lFAy6f0GU3RP4ZVaHLK9/w579-h640/posterkiss.jpg" width="579" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Find me online:</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/e-d-parr/" target="_blank">Evernight Publishing</a></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/ed-parr" target="_blank"><b>Siren Bookstrand</b></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://twitter.com/parr_books" target="_blank">Twitter</a></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/parrbooks/" target="_blank">Facebook</a></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/E-D-Parr/e/B01MUNJ3I8" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">About E. D. Parr<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">E. D. currently
lives in a small coastal town in the UK. A multi-published author, E. D. Parr
presently writes for Evernight Publishing but also has gay romance published by
Encompass Ink and eXtasy Books as well as male/female romance published under
another name by, Siren Publishing, Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly imprint,
Hot Ink Press, and Evernight Publishing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>In essence, all E. D.’s stories are love stories, heavy on plot and
character driven, they are also open door romances with <span style="color: red;">explicit MM love scenes</span>. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><p></p></div></div>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-11926850290751612392022-07-19T16:20:00.121-04:002022-07-19T16:20:00.153-04:00Dragon Bridge contemporary #MMromance #covereveal E. D. Parr #gayfantasy #adventure #MMeroticromance releases July 28 from @evernightpub<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Oxygen; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCVJZCIKi-ID1A0Z20aqfBjPvUZ9XehrBNXwQ4vuvBDV4WOq2ABrXP3EGgXc17W7dUxD3-_vXNSq4wfj_w0mQ6LtqsvaPUUnQqkdCSLgOXgGhQ5E71lPNpWQVmyLrEpT6kev1KajvMVvBT0jw84RvoWssCyIVPS6Rcxr3anWqBzKG9UTM7Ldsn284/s1298/dragprebann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="1298" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCVJZCIKi-ID1A0Z20aqfBjPvUZ9XehrBNXwQ4vuvBDV4WOq2ABrXP3EGgXc17W7dUxD3-_vXNSq4wfj_w0mQ6LtqsvaPUUnQqkdCSLgOXgGhQ5E71lPNpWQVmyLrEpT6kev1KajvMVvBT0jw84RvoWssCyIVPS6Rcxr3anWqBzKG9UTM7Ldsn284/w640-h206/dragprebann.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tired from his high
stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful
Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to anoth</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">er and after a
perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a beachside café,
next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts
festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening
performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beautiful, enigmatic
Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is
captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio wants Key. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key is enchanted by
Claudio. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A passionate love
grows between the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Claudio’s
mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything
to stay with his loved one?</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Releases July 28 to all eBook stores and will be on launch special price on Evernight Publishing only.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53vUF3wNDjzJ-8B30o8L1kTdzl8oGbyEa-lCalUclVR6rVYP7GPhLCLWc8GhvDE0zFQG5EfjGYw3vtfsXpBHDLPUDjx-bN7eSxeS6PprSJoWCwk6OgILTX8saAyb_l8K1c5Tgs78Uoj0LlHEfpYTCSsOkM4S4MT5RiV19Xq15Y5zVH_iX8en4XVqb/s2700/dragon%20bridge3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53vUF3wNDjzJ-8B30o8L1kTdzl8oGbyEa-lCalUclVR6rVYP7GPhLCLWc8GhvDE0zFQG5EfjGYw3vtfsXpBHDLPUDjx-bN7eSxeS6PprSJoWCwk6OgILTX8saAyb_l8K1c5Tgs78Uoj0LlHEfpYTCSsOkM4S4MT5RiV19Xq15Y5zVH_iX8en4XVqb/w427-h640/dragon%20bridge3.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Find E. D. Parr online</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/e-d-parr/</a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/ed-parr">https://www.bookstrand.com/ed-parr</a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/E.D.-Parr/e/B01MUNJ3I8">https://www.amazon.com/E.D.-Parr/e/B01MUNJ3I8</a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/edparr">https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/edparr</a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/en/ E.D.Parr" target="_blank">https://www.kobo.com/en/ E.D.Parr</a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/E.D.+Parr/_/N-8qa?_requestid=1670639">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/E.D.+Parr/_/N-8qa?_requestid=1670639</a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/parr_books">https://twitter.com/parr_books</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Facebook Page<a href="https://www.facebook.com/parrbooks/" target="_blank"> https://www.facebook.com/parrbooks/</a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwsVrIctKCgBMZvFXpbVJQQdTjzxKTk4Rg7wh7QW9ze4UetZJ79_ntOenKGr4FKmWD9t4Vx_VmS9WB52ksRrvZa5KQHqvC3VyIz3blbUhXjbLdfqanMNFbz0bqSWDiNxgOXDrSyuAk040aVSQxBX9EXGEPrPwjybPcJPztY4BKTBrcf-kSho4PgG2/s900/dragonbridgequote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="900" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwsVrIctKCgBMZvFXpbVJQQdTjzxKTk4Rg7wh7QW9ze4UetZJ79_ntOenKGr4FKmWD9t4Vx_VmS9WB52ksRrvZa5KQHqvC3VyIz3blbUhXjbLdfqanMNFbz0bqSWDiNxgOXDrSyuAk040aVSQxBX9EXGEPrPwjybPcJPztY4BKTBrcf-kSho4PgG2/w640-h375/dragonbridgequote.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;"></span><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-79823558266240811922022-07-11T19:00:00.024-04:002022-07-11T19:00:00.151-04:00Mark your calendars #MMromance lovers July 28 Dragon Bridge releases from E. D. Parr and @evernightpub #gayromance #MMfantasy #gay #paranormalromance #teaserTuesday<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdy96dlgt98Kla_-k0lyZaVsLsbAzZQm6zJfIT7vMvfyvlVVRtqwpWOcZoJ0v2ntWYd39p5cphAxZl6E_qyPNeRvjPpJW8AkiHYddoZ_k6025O8ICiF6--aWA6AKYmTBdWwMqxRyuqsBT8pSorOst0dcWahTZzW6F1iipqpruRM9s56bF-Dd0iaVF/s746/posterDBA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="746" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdy96dlgt98Kla_-k0lyZaVsLsbAzZQm6zJfIT7vMvfyvlVVRtqwpWOcZoJ0v2ntWYd39p5cphAxZl6E_qyPNeRvjPpJW8AkiHYddoZ_k6025O8ICiF6--aWA6AKYmTBdWwMqxRyuqsBT8pSorOst0dcWahTZzW6F1iipqpruRM9s56bF-Dd0iaVF/w640-h432/posterDBA.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tired from his high
stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful
Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a
perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a beachside café,
next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts
festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening
performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beautiful, enigmatic
Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is
captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio wants Key. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key is enchanted by
Claudio. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A passionate love
grows between the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Claudio’s
mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything
to stay with his loved one?</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraH1aqW7-QO52UwXIiG9AQK7YFU36_5YnVNg9004XTSzUfjEOvS4RdR66tx9hLIXSPEu7JphNxEDEjkaEWmB8lLae224ZXj4fFmoLX545N8fz_aKIK7XJUy3SisniAVbCuBKcn2ARlKN_A7Jd2-9-J49vRIrtZGUXYjKAHlyfxy8L4SHie4-kLEgj/s1200/newban.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="1200" height="85" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraH1aqW7-QO52UwXIiG9AQK7YFU36_5YnVNg9004XTSzUfjEOvS4RdR66tx9hLIXSPEu7JphNxEDEjkaEWmB8lLae224ZXj4fFmoLX545N8fz_aKIK7XJUy3SisniAVbCuBKcn2ARlKN_A7Jd2-9-J49vRIrtZGUXYjKAHlyfxy8L4SHie4-kLEgj/s320/newban.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mark your calendars, July 28 </span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">Dragon Bridge</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> releases from Evernight Publishing</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>#TeaserTuesday </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Key heard the engine before he saw a little black
sports car zoom into the parking area and halt in the space next to where he’d
parked. He watched as a familiar man got out and sprinted between two trees
heading for the restaurant entrance where he stood.</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio called to him as he neared. “Key, I’m so sorry
I’m late.” Then he stood before Key.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key’s heart hammered. Claudio looked as if he’d just
stepped off the front cover of Italian <i>Vogue</i>.
Dressed in a black <i>Armani </i>suit over a
white t-shirt, his shiny dark hair ruffled by the breeze as he’d raced to Key,
he took Key’s breath away. A strange shyness settled over Key. <i>He is a total babe.</i> He gazed into
Claudio’s sapphire eyes and saw joy. The emotion lifted his spirits, but he
couldn’t stop the butterflies that danced in his stomach at the sight of his
date. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hi, Claudio, you look … great.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio took his hand and pulled him closer. “Thank
you. I don’t often wear a suit, but I thought, yes. I wanted to look good for
you.” He kissed Key. He drew away and then with a tiny murmur he kissed Key
again.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr , Evernight Publishing July 28, 2022</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYXIoozYrGgJLXTlgSKABU7VYBqwMOhd6xQB-5Gk1g2cIlqPYl9-aWX1AAbo_OKkracQUN97nruCe2bzSBgKRgv6iv27cAzO_D_n-ZtKuh4dumto4_toS4TJB6P53M0OabOk2JSlgFAVorSLptHw9HcAcrCwa1p00EMTXUt3Nvf8aa9U3b2ahOtC1/s240/dragonshield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="123" data-original-width="240" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYXIoozYrGgJLXTlgSKABU7VYBqwMOhd6xQB-5Gk1g2cIlqPYl9-aWX1AAbo_OKkracQUN97nruCe2bzSBgKRgv6iv27cAzO_D_n-ZtKuh4dumto4_toS4TJB6P53M0OabOk2JSlgFAVorSLptHw9HcAcrCwa1p00EMTXUt3Nvf8aa9U3b2ahOtC1/s1600/dragonshield.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-13947346118836897522022-06-17T19:00:00.006-04:002022-07-08T15:45:13.618-04:00Releasing this summer from @evernightpub Dragon Bridge #MMromance #gayromance #paranormalromance @parr_books #preview #teaser <p style="text-align: left;">
</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCVJZCIKi-ID1A0Z20aqfBjPvUZ9XehrBNXwQ4vuvBDV4WOq2ABrXP3EGgXc17W7dUxD3-_vXNSq4wfj_w0mQ6LtqsvaPUUnQqkdCSLgOXgGhQ5E71lPNpWQVmyLrEpT6kev1KajvMVvBT0jw84RvoWssCyIVPS6Rcxr3anWqBzKG9UTM7Ldsn284/s1298/dragprebann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="1298" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCVJZCIKi-ID1A0Z20aqfBjPvUZ9XehrBNXwQ4vuvBDV4WOq2ABrXP3EGgXc17W7dUxD3-_vXNSq4wfj_w0mQ6LtqsvaPUUnQqkdCSLgOXgGhQ5E71lPNpWQVmyLrEpT6kev1KajvMVvBT0jw84RvoWssCyIVPS6Rcxr3anWqBzKG9UTM7Ldsn284/w640-h206/dragprebann.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tired from his high
stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful
Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a
perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a beachside café,
next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts
festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening
performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza.</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beautiful, enigmatic
Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is
captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Claudio wants Key. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key is enchanted by
Claudio. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A passionate love
grows between the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When Claudio’s
mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything
to stay with his loved one?</span><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAqmkU6hGkBG95_q5wgn5ELRgCGwLaHN6qCgi_CryCCl_01GafmTd7DrfnaJw9Hz45-Ah38V8Rd4L2q_D9bbG_oFrhFEovt2qs-RNtfLVYRu8qg5M21w4HNjoSvGOFf3JkmSOKC7FpsgYIxEd8bnra84srNr2rNtTR0mBz5cRrGj7h6fBa1qaoue1/s746/posterDBA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="746" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAqmkU6hGkBG95_q5wgn5ELRgCGwLaHN6qCgi_CryCCl_01GafmTd7DrfnaJw9Hz45-Ah38V8Rd4L2q_D9bbG_oFrhFEovt2qs-RNtfLVYRu8qg5M21w4HNjoSvGOFf3JkmSOKC7FpsgYIxEd8bnra84srNr2rNtTR0mBz5cRrGj7h6fBa1qaoue1/w640-h432/posterDBA.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Read the preview teaser</span></b><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key’s
fascinated gaze traced each part of the acrobat’s torso. The shine on his skin
indicated a moisturizer of some kind and Key allowed himself to imagine
smoothing it on, slipping his palms over the acrobats stomach and down the
funnel of his hips. His eyes mesmerized, with dark lashes and perhaps kohl
liner. Tiny twinkling stars ran over his cheekbones and across the breadth of
his chest.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Key sighed as the acrobat soared in a high arc through flaming hoops
as if the height and heat meant nothing to him. This man was breathtaking. Key
stared and wished he could somehow meet this acrobat. The others in the troupe
receded into the background for Key. When beautiful Claudio smiled at him, for
a few seconds Key couldn’t breathe and then, elated, he returned the smile. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face="Verdana, "sans-serif"">As the
performance ended, Key’s spirits fell. </span><i>Maybe
he smiles at any audience member. It’s part of being a performer. It meant
nothing. </i><span face="Verdana, "sans-serif"">Even so, he kept that smile in his heart. Key raked the crowd with
an anxious gaze for the beautiful acrobat desperate for one last sight of him.
Then the man was before him—older than Key had thought—more beautiful </span><i>and</i><span face="Verdana, "sans-serif""> talking to him—touching him. This
proximity affected him so much Key had to force the words from his mouth to tell
the acrobat that he couldn’t speak Italian. </span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Copyright E. D. Parr, releasing 2022, from Evernight Publishing</span></b></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><b></b></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraH1aqW7-QO52UwXIiG9AQK7YFU36_5YnVNg9004XTSzUfjEOvS4RdR66tx9hLIXSPEu7JphNxEDEjkaEWmB8lLae224ZXj4fFmoLX545N8fz_aKIK7XJUy3SisniAVbCuBKcn2ARlKN_A7Jd2-9-J49vRIrtZGUXYjKAHlyfxy8L4SHie4-kLEgj/s1200/newban.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="1200" height="85" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraH1aqW7-QO52UwXIiG9AQK7YFU36_5YnVNg9004XTSzUfjEOvS4RdR66tx9hLIXSPEu7JphNxEDEjkaEWmB8lLae224ZXj4fFmoLX545N8fz_aKIK7XJUy3SisniAVbCuBKcn2ARlKN_A7Jd2-9-J49vRIrtZGUXYjKAHlyfxy8L4SHie4-kLEgj/s320/newban.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><br /></b><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Find E. D. Parr</b> on the<a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/e-d-parr/" target="_blank"> Evernight website </a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/E.D.-Parr/e/B01MUNJ3I8" target="_blank">Amazon Page </a> <a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/ed-parr" target="_blank">Siren Bookstrand</a> <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/E.D.+Parr/_/N-8qa?_requestid=1670639" target="_blank">NOOK</a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/edparr" target="_blank">Smashwords</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Available on KOBO with search in your country</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Follow on </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/parrbooks/" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/parr_books" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><b><br /></b></span></p><br /><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-80342515142042219692022-01-31T19:00:00.042-05:002022-05-13T13:05:01.822-04:00The night sparkled cold and the sky displayed an array of stars suddenly seeming only meters away, a shooting star flew across my line of vision, then another as if it followed the first. #MMromance #gayromance @evernightpub<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirBUx8LWj2bGucWnbFHGO8OYgWAS-rDJ7uT4IfSw_VET0etzYm4ARJEwZkZcgEsbjTux8rpr4IuKkimCp8WgZs4xawhvvob3bFjmWGQydPgAiZzsp7VivfDD0ZF2lKyPXWauXxr2oCZQei1IRoSPSx7Yzrh-njfE8Xj0aANWy-HKNUlY-ZXeFAgnE8=s2500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="2500" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirBUx8LWj2bGucWnbFHGO8OYgWAS-rDJ7uT4IfSw_VET0etzYm4ARJEwZkZcgEsbjTux8rpr4IuKkimCp8WgZs4xawhvvob3bFjmWGQydPgAiZzsp7VivfDD0ZF2lKyPXWauXxr2oCZQei1IRoSPSx7Yzrh-njfE8Xj0aANWy-HKNUlY-ZXeFAgnE8=w640-h288" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The story
‘Falling Star Valentine’ was inspired by shooting stars. We all know shooting
stars are falling meteorites, but the romance remains when one streaks across
the midnight blue sky, and when two, in close succession, zoom over the night
vista as you stand on your hotel balcony, it’s a sight to behold. I travel a
little with my day job and in the autumn of 2016, I had to travel a lot more
than usual. One night when I couldn’t sleep because I was churning worries around,
I went out onto the balcony of the hotel room I was staying in and stared up at
the sky. The night sparkled cold and the sky displayed an array of stars
suddenly seeming only meters away, a shooting star flew across my line of
vision, then another as if it followed the first.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m a die-hard
romantic and immediately my sweet but sexy character, Valentine Steel, had
formed in my head. He’s Falling Star Valentine on his way to visit earth. Will
he find love?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEic1rgJJhdrcyyUlwBc7o8nv3xfoS3Ck8wC9Yt827P6GmToRA60rs6OhUdHa6pHSK2Y2uzzNimu5SnkZtdchfa3q7gNfJ_TE0wJBKejwF4JZI5se1hByBrEVugYTASgSmXkxSENjLE-i7V7sgzel5SOKd8tGFZsOMIz8cbTavg7petBLEGMZp_HhNtT=s850" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="709" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEic1rgJJhdrcyyUlwBc7o8nv3xfoS3Ck8wC9Yt827P6GmToRA60rs6OhUdHa6pHSK2Y2uzzNimu5SnkZtdchfa3q7gNfJ_TE0wJBKejwF4JZI5se1hByBrEVugYTASgSmXkxSENjLE-i7V7sgzel5SOKd8tGFZsOMIz8cbTavg7petBLEGMZp_HhNtT=s16000" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>#teaserTuesday from Falling Star Valentine</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Can I ask
you … are you the passenger the train made the unscheduled stop for?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Valentine
shrugged. “Neither. I came aboard looking for someone.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Surprised by
this, Dale couldn’t contain his question. “Did you find them?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a name="editing"></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Valentine took Dale’s hand in his. He lifted his gaze to
Dale’s face. “I hope so.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You mean me
… or, or, what do you mean?” He attempted to take his hand from Valentine’s
gentle grasp. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Valentine
loosed Dale’s hand. “Oh, nothing—it doesn’t matter. Should we pay the bill?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">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. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing</b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>Buy Links</b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/falling-star-valentine-by-e-d-parr/"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/falling-star-valentine-by-e-d-parr/</span></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/falling-star-valentine-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/falling-star-valentine-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jason Graeme is the
computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i> 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.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Passion sizzles
between the two men as they fall in love.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Trouble is Nate’s not
the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.</span><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-n8Ndd--nbVKABW_nL-oxR7OanPNeN1KxWRMNiVgEnkZZ41z_zCBxOLsrUlxMJZJzpptT5r8Rn_HNmpu7WcW91DLPtXkiGbATgLv_GJLZradSJ8C89Q0Aeub6DgXI3gb-Ng3c-rTNJrY-LhaICG7qI27uXoryDVcCIBQVV3QCLx5nbZ9NaHQAtaOz=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-n8Ndd--nbVKABW_nL-oxR7OanPNeN1KxWRMNiVgEnkZZ41z_zCBxOLsrUlxMJZJzpptT5r8Rn_HNmpu7WcW91DLPtXkiGbATgLv_GJLZradSJ8C89Q0Aeub6DgXI3gb-Ng3c-rTNJrY-LhaICG7qI27uXoryDVcCIBQVV3QCLx5nbZ9NaHQAtaOz=w427-h640" width="427" /></a></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b><p></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Sizzle Sunday snippet 18+ </b></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBG1QD1fj4jholglwSJilirV_UReDM6WJOMbPaNLGlwj0Y8oBHjGaHXVjRNt1btCbcpNqgquUIZ3K9TndknH0uLXuswmC2mGywM6SP5tG1vkMtGj8fMwqJ1p96WMGMpMGs7htfQYvtTK9MaJfkqd4V3SCDHDC0BP38LiEUzxkpgrkqyRQGbX9Lhi7B=s339" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="100" data-original-width="339" height="59" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBG1QD1fj4jholglwSJilirV_UReDM6WJOMbPaNLGlwj0Y8oBHjGaHXVjRNt1btCbcpNqgquUIZ3K9TndknH0uLXuswmC2mGywM6SP5tG1vkMtGj8fMwqJ1p96WMGMpMGs7htfQYvtTK9MaJfkqd4V3SCDHDC0BP38LiEUzxkpgrkqyRQGbX9Lhi7B=w200-h59" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBG1QD1fj4jholglwSJilirV_UReDM6WJOMbPaNLGlwj0Y8oBHjGaHXVjRNt1btCbcpNqgquUIZ3K9TndknH0uLXuswmC2mGywM6SP5tG1vkMtGj8fMwqJ1p96WMGMpMGs7htfQYvtTK9MaJfkqd4V3SCDHDC0BP38LiEUzxkpgrkqyRQGbX9Lhi7B=s339" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBG1QD1fj4jholglwSJilirV_UReDM6WJOMbPaNLGlwj0Y8oBHjGaHXVjRNt1btCbcpNqgquUIZ3K9TndknH0uLXuswmC2mGywM6SP5tG1vkMtGj8fMwqJ1p96WMGMpMGs7htfQYvtTK9MaJfkqd4V3SCDHDC0BP38LiEUzxkpgrkqyRQGbX9Lhi7B=s339" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="100" data-original-width="339" height="59" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBG1QD1fj4jholglwSJilirV_UReDM6WJOMbPaNLGlwj0Y8oBHjGaHXVjRNt1btCbcpNqgquUIZ3K9TndknH0uLXuswmC2mGywM6SP5tG1vkMtGj8fMwqJ1p96WMGMpMGs7htfQYvtTK9MaJfkqd4V3SCDHDC0BP38LiEUzxkpgrkqyRQGbX9Lhi7B=w200-h59" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Spikes
of desire shot over Nate. He opened his mouth to touch the tip of his tongue to
Jason’s. His cock hardened in a delicious expanding. His stomach tightened. He
slid a hand around Jason’s head. Jason’s hair slipped through his fingers. Nate
deepened the kiss with a soft murmur.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jason
grabbed the lapel of his jacket, keeping him close. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Into
Nate’s lust fogged mind came the memory of Jason sucking his cock. His entire
body clenched with desire. He wanted Jason so badly he moaned into Jason’s
mouth.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr , Evernight Publishing</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>BUY links</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-virtual-kiss-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-virtual-kiss-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/a-virtual-kiss-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/a-virtual-kiss-mm</a></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Global Amazon link <a href="http://mybook.to/AVirtualKiss">http://mybook.to/AVirtualKiss</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890817">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890817</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-virtual-kiss-e-d-parr/1129376055">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-virtual-kiss-e-d-parr/1129376055</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/a-virtual-kiss"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/a-virtual-kiss</span></b><o:p></o:p></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4rxsZxIykyKP2ipSHir4XxrqOFyM1Wx7hhV9R1qPhqDwSoyJ_fzgE_K7yXvZ15PBZAeTM9dxVMjHdO8hyaItwkcjPHG2ZnX2-fbbom96H_3Pl85Yz-v_Bf3ZfP3iEkMptAvacKqKKeRnhAbYFqyi-rr8YvY-W4AB_5ZLCssgpkN4z98lGDHruuPei=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="885" data-original-width="1200" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4rxsZxIykyKP2ipSHir4XxrqOFyM1Wx7hhV9R1qPhqDwSoyJ_fzgE_K7yXvZ15PBZAeTM9dxVMjHdO8hyaItwkcjPHG2ZnX2-fbbom96H_3Pl85Yz-v_Bf3ZfP3iEkMptAvacKqKKeRnhAbYFqyi-rr8YvY-W4AB_5ZLCssgpkN4z98lGDHruuPei=w640-h472" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-60618560824809820102022-01-27T19:00:00.036-05:002023-06-04T11:14:50.813-04:00For #FridayReads #gayromance #scifi #horror Love in Danger @evernightpub #MMromance So what’s different in Love in Danger? The two main romantic heroes are already together as Love in Danger starts. They’re warrior partners and lovers.<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDC49Yg_2jDV5P31f6jGCp0lF6opur0IYg_GNrryGaaPvNhYKrUBH7y6JzNvfL8_1x43EVWKnUKLGsbpJl7WMeGzQ1kRFoKyJSEyPijonzPr0Y2co35bgfhlr55oEQZPzFri8RerUjEpTi7wRr3wh1eJdj8SXPw-bDCAlZNyyp-ud1vu7tUl784DN0=s1800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="1800" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDC49Yg_2jDV5P31f6jGCp0lF6opur0IYg_GNrryGaaPvNhYKrUBH7y6JzNvfL8_1x43EVWKnUKLGsbpJl7WMeGzQ1kRFoKyJSEyPijonzPr0Y2co35bgfhlr55oEQZPzFri8RerUjEpTi7wRr3wh1eJdj8SXPw-bDCAlZNyyp-ud1vu7tUl784DN0=w640-h262" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Editorial review, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">...Oh, I love this story…You have created such an
interesting world and history for these people. Your villains are both alien
and familiar, which makes them doubly horrifying.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Corin and Marcus are a great couple and it was so
satisfying when Corin finally vocalized his love for Marcus...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfE7Kntf9z9K3yWn8J179uDGYx7j7USynM2QZwV3xFN7P8JwOxcTdNg4ZZ3m7jHkBsLyV8wCU-DMa4StPN8D_1Bgvu87Oz36np2kBD6mtSB_2YEySZMHCBR8bJStCekqGQ0J69D1XnEFPQjR2GzRScbKO1lwhBB-pG_97erScFf793ZIxorZiFA_Ob=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfE7Kntf9z9K3yWn8J179uDGYx7j7USynM2QZwV3xFN7P8JwOxcTdNg4ZZ3m7jHkBsLyV8wCU-DMa4StPN8D_1Bgvu87Oz36np2kBD6mtSB_2YEySZMHCBR8bJStCekqGQ0J69D1XnEFPQjR2GzRScbKO1lwhBB-pG_97erScFf793ZIxorZiFA_Ob=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Love in Danger</b>, Sizzling and #action packed, #gayromance #scifi
#thriller #horror<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Centuries ago, the planet they cherished was
conquered, but now three warriors from an ancient race of gifted beings intend
to remedy that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to
stop the horror that awaits him?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can the warriors free the planet and return it to
the lovely place it was before the aggressors arrived?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Be teased from Love in Danger</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marcus goes off alone ....</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His helmet tech told him in the pleasant tones of
their dwelling’s computer that the door had closed and locked behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Good morning, Marcus. Take care. Your dwelling is
secure.”</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marcus grinned. He swooped over the Elite Hunter Squad
Sector where he and Corin lived, made a sharp left into Sector Five, and then
took his skybike higher to scan Sector Six and Seven from the air. He detected
the weird shimmer of light that always surrounded a Freeloader three streets
into Sector Seven, where the city’s population dwelt. Marcus pushed the switch
that flicked his bike into stealth mode, which effectively rendered him
invisible, too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Freeloader hovered a few yards away from two men
who fought each other noisily, fists and saliva flying, as their blows
connected with each other’s faces.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marcus drove the skybike down to the alley where they
fought. He locked his machine with the tether switch and silently slipped to
the grubby, cobbled street.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Marcus loves Corin... 18+</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He went down
the few steps and as the water reached his waist, he lay back and floated.
Above him, the night sky had darkened as the moons fell away below the
horizons. Stars glistened in the blackness that would last for a couple of
hours before dawn sped over the continent in its rapid way. Marcus stared
through the tempered glass at the distant glittering planets. “Corin, have you
ever wondered what it would be like to live on one of the other home worlds?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Corin glided
toward him leaving a wake of ripples in the pale green water. He bent and
kissed Marcus with wet lips. “Like the ones in the legend?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marcus closed
his eyes with pleasure at the feel of Corin’s mouth soft on his, then he
brought his feet to the tiles and stood. “Well, not the banishment planet. Do
you know what awaited Zeb?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He stood in the
deeper warm water chest to chest with Corin and gazed into the blue depths of
his loved one’s eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Corin heaved a
sigh. “No. No, I don’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marcus pushed
his arms around Corin’s neck and pressed his body to the muscled form of the
man he loved. He dotted kisses over Corin’s lips and around his jaw, tracing
more down Corin’s neck. He ran his fingers into his lover’s silken hair and
sighed at the softness as he drifted his lips on Corin’s skin. Touching Corin,
pulling him close, feeling his body against his own, set Marcus on fire with
raw need, he swept one hand between their bodies and grasped Corin’s cock. The
familiar, rock hard shape in his hand made his stomach clench. He brought his
mouth back to Corin’s and kissed him hungrily.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Writing Love in Danger from E. D. Parr,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I wrote Love in Danger, I wanted
the story to have a completely different <i>feel</i>
to my other stories. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Usually, my stories have the two main
characters that are going to fall in love meeting in the first few chapters.
Their meeting and falling in love <i>is</i>
the story. There is always a happy ending, so often I will give readers a look
at their future in a decision to stay together, marry, or a view of how happy
they are after being committed partners for some time. I’m a big fan of love at
first sight. Readers can blame it on Jane Austen, Shakespeare, and even Dickens
to a certain extent. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So what’s different in Love in
Danger? The two main romantic heroes are already together as Love in Danger
starts. They’re warrior partners and lovers. They’ve been together for some
time. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Writing this story with the heroes
already in love gave me such pleasure, I might have to write another story
where this is the case. (Smiles) The love between Corin and Marcus is obvious,
but Corin can’t admit that he loves Marcus by <i>saying</i> the actual words, and that forms the romance ‘conflict’
within the story. This Sci-Fi story has horror themes, and adventure, including
events that focus Corin on the need to tell Marcus besides showing him just how
much he loves Marcus. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marcus adores Corin and isn’t afraid
to say so. He’s a sweetheart and it shows in how we see him assisting Corin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both heroes are special to me. Their
origins and courage are epic. Their love is red hot and tender. I don’t know any
authors who don’t fall in love with their characters. I always do, so I hope
that readers love Corin and Marcus. I hope too, that readers enjoy the
inclusion of another warrior in the story, Zeb, who used to be Corin’s lover.
He’s a big part of the story without being part of the romance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hope readers enjoy Love in Danger,
as much I loved writing it.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">BUY the book</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-in-danger-by-e-d-parr/" style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-in-danger-by-e-d-parr/</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 32px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/love-in-danger-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/love-in-danger-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 32px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1065214">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1065214</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 32px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Download files for your kindle or other e-reader from the sites above<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 32px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/love-in-danger">https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/love-in-danger</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 32px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-in-danger-e-d-parr/1138665489">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-in-danger-e-d-parr/1138665489</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 32px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon <a href="http://mybook.to/LoveinDanger">http://mybook.to/LoveinDanger</a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI6V0KZvvyz3X9sMuRvn-JUoC5UbbKAs5dANX-Py3ENiaz6D_zgvtLNSSPeyXtrVpFOY57ja1IDURHxFbGKEe73gAQvhwPKPinacQC-51abouhiJMeGQvewjJC8OwZL3Y2E6v4-94cRRwDKIjvemVtad5jPx_Ltdx3s83r7JJHkHMxO7reeQ_ZThnW=s1600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI6V0KZvvyz3X9sMuRvn-JUoC5UbbKAs5dANX-Py3ENiaz6D_zgvtLNSSPeyXtrVpFOY57ja1IDURHxFbGKEe73gAQvhwPKPinacQC-51abouhiJMeGQvewjJC8OwZL3Y2E6v4-94cRRwDKIjvemVtad5jPx_Ltdx3s83r7JJHkHMxO7reeQ_ZThnW=w427-h640" width="427" /></a></div><br /><span style="line-height: 32px;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-62120644592011274182021-12-23T19:00:00.001-05:002021-12-23T19:00:00.154-05:00Merry Christmas , Happy Holidays to all my readers and blog visitors<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqtda25521-5eblIJIZol8EqDqfku6kwlaVnhcAWIjMh4SoJ-JNXPl4ud2CCQ8aFr0aFik8bBnCuYytSNnoE9iZ57HH8bmA-5JiUscdyVICD7BiifNv-IUEfA6kv1GgpqQEf8PoXA5qwdmZSQ_CJ89BsGQKvFb-KtH3QJDtkUeUpG_sI3RdV1bnmP2=s115" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="115" data-original-width="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqtda25521-5eblIJIZol8EqDqfku6kwlaVnhcAWIjMh4SoJ-JNXPl4ud2CCQ8aFr0aFik8bBnCuYytSNnoE9iZ57HH8bmA-5JiUscdyVICD7BiifNv-IUEfA6kv1GgpqQEf8PoXA5qwdmZSQ_CJ89BsGQKvFb-KtH3QJDtkUeUpG_sI3RdV1bnmP2=s16000" /></a></div><span style="color: red; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: x-large;">Merry Christmas , Happy Holidays to all my readers and blog visitors </span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuEWKkN6ZFxU0XiYmb8v9Q7Tx5izLjPApNpxFfKBgdhV1p-cM_kd4KIg6RCCVea0J3yeIQHGyr4JrJUrU5dPjtfo_nvY6q_xTHyXs3ii1Pfzh0fM2CUmAyls4fXX9NMmfMPnJ-4NU-PmDdHpdXM7ArG0zSB2eRtL0n5GFwqOKCgyLpH3GI3qmERlpG=s120" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="80" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuEWKkN6ZFxU0XiYmb8v9Q7Tx5izLjPApNpxFfKBgdhV1p-cM_kd4KIg6RCCVea0J3yeIQHGyr4JrJUrU5dPjtfo_nvY6q_xTHyXs3ii1Pfzh0fM2CUmAyls4fXX9NMmfMPnJ-4NU-PmDdHpdXM7ArG0zSB2eRtL0n5GFwqOKCgyLpH3GI3qmERlpG=s16000" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiktcgoOrdhhgaLttfxpemXZvOaWht-CWYb9MeHcBnL1rEwRZKaqOBEAmReugPYTt3h_4Zs32o422MYYggmjAdw5e6qoCW6XYr3I-Bks1iKiLqsWPOBnth2ORlcxUFtH4xGcnkkOL3j43pXxp1MTLJaxEU4neftuzrrfQ7oOZCwc_wB30NGMhl6R0Dc=s657" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="40" data-original-width="657" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiktcgoOrdhhgaLttfxpemXZvOaWht-CWYb9MeHcBnL1rEwRZKaqOBEAmReugPYTt3h_4Zs32o422MYYggmjAdw5e6qoCW6XYr3I-Bks1iKiLqsWPOBnth2ORlcxUFtH4xGcnkkOL3j43pXxp1MTLJaxEU4neftuzrrfQ7oOZCwc_wB30NGMhl6R0Dc=s16000" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: "Dancing Script"; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4BwsTc0zut7eVgaQclaQwss_juDOq5rQvi0TVmgGtqQK-RTOcM_VuLdhXqwoPps7ze8aQfNSFRqqQTQK7hL7QmMl0lINvSFpk4U1ntk2xzq22DpDSy4fH0SWBcPrg6LUjXa5rRm1Zi8iXfd9OEimXqt7F0Z7XP5fgdDB3K1w5NhTzqSpzitgN81wK=s275" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="216" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4BwsTc0zut7eVgaQclaQwss_juDOq5rQvi0TVmgGtqQK-RTOcM_VuLdhXqwoPps7ze8aQfNSFRqqQTQK7hL7QmMl0lINvSFpk4U1ntk2xzq22DpDSy4fH0SWBcPrg6LUjXa5rRm1Zi8iXfd9OEimXqt7F0Z7XP5fgdDB3K1w5NhTzqSpzitgN81wK" width="216" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><p></p><br />E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-9506535941435914382021-12-17T19:00:00.009-05:002023-06-04T10:40:37.950-04:00Sizzle Saturday #teaser #gayromance #MMromance @parr_books @evernightpub #gayerotiic #holidaystory “We are just about naked, babe.” Owain held his face in strong hands and kissed him softly.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFphgEi1idY/W3G17kb93EI/AAAAAAAABF0/jpmRR-voMOozywUMbVT-CX3TX19-mpJBQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/shittycoverlightened.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFphgEi1idY/W3G17kb93EI/AAAAAAAABF0/jpmRR-voMOozywUMbVT-CX3TX19-mpJBQCPcBGAYYCw/w427-h640/shittycoverlightened.jpg" width="427" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g49ePjmOYRw/YZ-NoXkl9bI/AAAAAAAACNM/sif2_0KYurkeOUR7iZsp31WkJKDlrXhfQCPcBGAYYCw/s657/santa5.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="40" data-original-width="657" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g49ePjmOYRw/YZ-NoXkl9bI/AAAAAAAACNM/sif2_0KYurkeOUR7iZsp31WkJKDlrXhfQCPcBGAYYCw/s16000/santa5.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gorgeous Owain Lovage belongs to an ancient family of elven
beings. A glamor hides his elf beauty as he runs a reindeer farm and visitor
center in an English rural town. He’s yearning for a handsome, sexy man in his
life. Owain hardly uses his magic these days, but that’s about to change.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rowan Carter reluctantly leaves California to stay with his
folks on vacation for the holiday season in the town where he fleetingly meets
Owain.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Captivated by Owain’s looks and masculinity, Rowan seeks him
out. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what he
has in mind to do with this red hot guy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A deep erotic passion ignites between the two handsome men
and sets in motion an ancient magic spell that will change both their lives
forever.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/hidden-magic-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/hidden-magic-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0786SVL37">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0786SVL37 </a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0786SVL37">https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0786SVL37 </a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0786SVL37">https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0786SVL37 </a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://mybook.to/HiddenMagicEDParr">http://mybook.to/HiddenMagicEDParr</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Siren Bookstrand <o:p></o:p><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/hidden-magic-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/hidden-magic-mm</a></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/hidden-magic-14">https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/hidden-magic-14</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hidden-magic-e-d-parr/1127692630?ean=2940154659168"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hidden-magic-e-d-parr/1127692630?ean=2940154659168</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sizzle Saturday Teaser from Hidden Magic</span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Finn tells
me you live in California.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rowan gave a
small nod, but surprise made him ask, “Did he? I do, in LA. I don’t remember
saying so to him.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The gorgeous
man beside him transferred his coffee cup to his other hand. “He saw the tags
on your suitcase—LAX, pretty hard not to know where that is.” He brought his
freed hand to Rowan’s jaw and kissed him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Immediately,
a wave of complete pleasure made Rowan’s eyes close. Owain’s kisses were absolute
sex and magic. He drifted in the haze of sensation, and as Owain drew away, a
sigh of deep pleasure escaped him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“What do you
do there?” His lover’s gentle voice caressed his ears.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rowan
collected his scattered wits. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“In LA? I
take photographs, portraits of people, families. I’ve dreamed about making a
film, but the truth is I don’t know if I <i>really</i>
want to do it. Maybe I fell into it because I live in LA. I’m beginning to
think I should let it go and find a job that provides a creative outlet
instead, or maybe something earthy, like you and your reindeer farm.” He drank
some coffee and leaned away to place the cup on the coffee table.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owain did
the same, placing his cup next to Rowan’s. “So the photography isn’t creative?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, I have
to stick to the studio’s rules about poses and lighting.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owain pulled
Rowan into his arms. “What would you like to do?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you like elves, magic, and Yule traditions, if you want
to watch two men fall for each other despite their very different outlooks on
life, and if you’re looking for a cute read with lots of mystery, some drama,
and a very passionate romance, then you will probably like this novella. It may
be a slow burn, but it packs quite the emotional punch!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Snow, ancient spells, secret identities, and a romance are
the exciting ingredients for this charming wintertime story set in rural
England. The quirky characters pulled me in as much as the mystery that was
hinted at from the beginning, but unfolded only gradually as Rowan and Owain
got to know each other. Based on a tiny hint in the early part of the story I
suspected what might be going on, and watching the author develop the story was
very enjoyable.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">4 flames </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zOPNKbJcBY/YaabNczQ_eI/AAAAAAAACN8/w9-gAHXUscwm9dUdwxDmE8F6YQ5JGb8HwCLcBGAsYHQ/s339/flames.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="100" data-original-width="339" height="59" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zOPNKbJcBY/YaabNczQ_eI/AAAAAAAACN8/w9-gAHXUscwm9dUdwxDmE8F6YQ5JGb8HwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h59/flames.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://www.rainbowbookreviews.com/book-reviews/hidden-magic-by-ed-parr-at-evernight-publishing">http://www.rainbowbookreviews.com/book-reviews/hidden-magic-by-ed-parr-at-evernight-publishing</a></span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_3lwUeHHis/YaabDA4tSqI/AAAAAAAACN4/QknDj82AXkQOsG-EzmpwsE5haaaF7dZWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s75/star.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="71" data-original-width="75" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_3lwUeHHis/YaabDA4tSqI/AAAAAAAACN4/QknDj82AXkQOsG-EzmpwsE5haaaF7dZWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/star.jpg" /></a>5 stars</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />for Hidden Magic " The story had some unexpected
twists and turns, plus the ending caught me by complete surprise. If you want
to read something that is definitely NOT your average holiday story, then this
gem more than fits the bill."</span><o:p></o:p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/hidden-magic-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/hidden-magic-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon </span><a href="http://mybook.to/HiddenMagicEDParr" style="font-family: verdana;">http://mybook.to/HiddenMagicEDParr</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Siren Bookstrand <o:p></o:p><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/hidden-magic-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/hidden-magic-mm</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">KOBO <a href="https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/hidden-magic-14">https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/hidden-magic-14</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">NOOK</span> <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hidden-magic-e-d-parr/1127692630?ean=2940154659168"><span style="font-family: verdana;">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hidden-magic-e-d-parr/1127692630?ean=2940154659168</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>N.B This book contains graphic MM love scenes and is an erotic gay romance</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfpMZxZff9A/Yaac3dpefKI/AAAAAAAACOI/_VEuB7cw3ekbsirh52Ctar4tPXRTrXLDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/animated-christmas-glitter-image-0215.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfpMZxZff9A/Yaac3dpefKI/AAAAAAAACOI/_VEuB7cw3ekbsirh52Ctar4tPXRTrXLDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/animated-christmas-glitter-image-0215.gif" /></a></span></div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-35538204663340063442021-12-08T19:00:00.052-05:002021-12-08T19:00:00.150-05:00Behind the Title with #gayromance #holiday #bestseller Night Song #MMromance #teaser <p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IirL0uBaJSw/YaJtHSVr4yI/AAAAAAAACNQ/jKyhOD0yfoQiQ6vdlwSZbnSIXHi-HxuOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/night%2Bsong-evernightbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="1300" height="196" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IirL0uBaJSw/YaJtHSVr4yI/AAAAAAAACNQ/jKyhOD0yfoQiQ6vdlwSZbnSIXHi-HxuOACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h196/night%2Bsong-evernightbanner.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Twenty-five year old Oliver Honeycutt has no idea how handsome he is. He’s
creative, brilliant at his job, and underused in the designer fashion store
where he works. Behind the scenes, Oliver takes special care with orders for
customer, rock star, Zane Highwood. When Zane is to be the main attraction in
the store’s Christmas party, fashion show, Oliver hopes Zane will notice him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Multi-millionaire, twenty-five year old, Noah Somersby, made his first
million before he was twenty-one and now owns a number of casual-chic menswear
stores. He’s a designer, gorgeous, and desperate to find a man who will love
him for himself and not see dollar signs as they kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah doesn’t often take the train into the city, but one rainy day he does,
as he settles into a seat opposite Oliver, the two men exchange interested
glances.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In fact, Noah is super attracted to Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the store holiday season party approaches, can serendipity bring them
together?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Read a teaser that features the title:</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A
blast of dance music accompanied a flood of white light along a short catwalk,
previously hidden from Noah’s attention in shadows. Noah moved toward it,
wanting to see the promised fashion teaser. The first two models danced along
to the music in what Noah considered unremarkable powder-blue jeans ripped at
knee and thigh. They were bare-chested and carried their pointed toe, coral
leather boots instead of wearing them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah
glanced away for a moment when two people wanted to pass him. When he looked
again, the music changed to a rock ballad, one he hadn’t heard before, and over
the opening bars the DJ announced Zane Highwood’s fantastic new release, “Night
Song.” The singer made an entrance along the catwalk. He wore low-low-rise
white jeans and a cherry-red leather jacket over his shirtless torso. Zane held
a man’s hand, and this guy carried Zane’s fancy-shaped guitar over his shoulder
in a parody of deference. He walked a step behind Zane, as if being led, and as
the blue beam of light from the swinging spots hit him, Noah gasped. “Oliver,”
he whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noah
stared. <i>He’s a model. I should have
known. He’s red hot in that outfit.</i> He heaved a sigh. The words of Zane’s
new song fit the occasion. <i>He</i> <i>was</i> the guy in the night gazing at the
one he loved and wishing they would glance his way. When Oliver did look at
him, a wave of sadness hit Noah. There wasn’t a glimmer of recognition in his
expression. <i>I wonder if he’s with Zane …
if they’re an item.</i> <i>That’s a familiar
pairing, the rock star and the model.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The
cold from his drink seeped through the napkin. Noah felt the chill all the way
to his heart. He watched, mesmerized, as the two men turned and walked to the
other end of the runway. The new rock ballad continued as Oliver made another
appearance. He looked less at home than before, compounding Noah’s wild guess
that he and Zane were lovers and Oliver missed Zane beside him. Acutely
disappointed, Noah concentrated on seeing the cobalt-blue cashmere overcoat and
not Oliver’s handsome face.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As
two other models made an entrance on the walkway, a voice from behind him
caught Noah’s attention. Grateful for the diversion, Noah greeted the designer
he’d met a couple of months ago at an event organized by the wool trade. He
managed to converse normally, but all the time his heart ached with regret over
Oliver’s apparent lack of single status.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </span></b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3zaREem7wM/YaJvY1R3EMI/AAAAAAAACNY/jcEUiUXhbpEKiQA5aHUO7G2Y5V0o4wQRgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/night%2Bsong-complete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3zaREem7wM/YaJvY1R3EMI/AAAAAAAACNY/jcEUiUXhbpEKiQA5aHUO7G2Y5V0o4wQRgCLcBGAsYHQ/w427-h640/night%2Bsong-complete.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">N.B. This story contains explicit MM love scenes</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Evernight <a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/night-song-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/night-song-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08PY6NBPQ">https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08PY6NBPQ</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08PY6NBPQ">https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08PY6NBPQ</a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Glz9EDPMk/YaJxZknMkxI/AAAAAAAACNo/VsbgDfoOK3U5MuwJ0Rq0ABFsW3Kdp_wrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s125/starbutton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="89" data-original-width="125" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Glz9EDPMk/YaJxZknMkxI/AAAAAAAACNo/VsbgDfoOK3U5MuwJ0Rq0ABFsW3Kdp_wrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/starbutton.jpg" /></a><b style="font-family: verdana;">4 sparkling stars from Long and Short reviews for Night Song, gay romance.</b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I really enjoyed this slow-paced and romantic holiday romance. I loved the
buildup between Oliver and Noah – the fact they didn’t just eye each other off
in the train, fall instantly in lust and jump into bed. Oliver was shy and very
lonely and Noah might have been successful in his career but he wanted to be
liked for himself and not his bank balance. I was pleased that each man was
realistic, relatable and the author gave me enough time to get to know them
both independently to want them to come together and see how they could form a
relationship together.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I felt the conflict in the story was a little cliched but enough of the
surrounding sub-plot, who Oliver and Noah both really were and their deep and
genuine attraction to each other, managed to carry the story through this
roughness. Readers looking for a fresh or unique story-line won’t find that
here, but I was really pleased both Oliver and Noah’s characters were
interesting and relatable. The sex between the two men was equal parts tender
and hot, and I was really impressed that the author didn’t rush to have them
jump into bed or fall in insta-lust.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With a good pace, strong characters and a lovely Christmassy setting this
story had a lot going for it and overall I really enjoyed it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><a href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/night-song-by-e-d-parr"><span style="font-family: verdana;">http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/night-song-by-e-d-parr</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0rl80Aab6M/YaJx_fiQ8TI/AAAAAAAACNw/6RxyOqe6U8QS5yQNaR7jxZxlX-_BiiHQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s300/nightsongEDPTRR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0rl80Aab6M/YaJx_fiQ8TI/AAAAAAAACNw/6RxyOqe6U8QS5yQNaR7jxZxlX-_BiiHQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/nightsongEDPTRR.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-62495398680667303052021-12-01T19:00:00.037-05:002021-12-01T19:00:00.148-05:00Behind the Title with #gay #holiday #romance Make a Wish. Read a #teaser from the passage that gives the story its title. #MMromance #Christmas #magic @evernightpub @parr_books<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TVt2nOtRT0/WJgC-TXq7nI/AAAAAAAAANA/BJUm8GgCt5APRK5_ifEUuyxlQIx2plUSQCPcBGAYYCw/s851/Make-a-wish-evernightpublishing-DEC2016-banner3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="851" height="237" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TVt2nOtRT0/WJgC-TXq7nI/AAAAAAAAANA/BJUm8GgCt5APRK5_ifEUuyxlQIx2plUSQCPcBGAYYCw/w640-h237/Make-a-wish-evernightpublishing-DEC2016-banner3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It’s the day before
Christmas Eve and gorgeous, happy, Nick Kringle is making deliveries on the
main street of the city when a car breaks down at the intersection.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nick rushes to help
him and comes face to face with the most delicious man he’s ever seen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dylan’s down on his
luck, but Nick believes in magic.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can wishes come true?
You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Read the passage that gives the story its title</span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dylan
drank his coffee and wandered around his apartment. He tidied everything. He
took the card his mom had sent him and put it on his desk, a lonely sentinel of
the season standing by his laptop. His parents lived so far away that they
didn’t visit each other often and anyway, they generally took a vacation in
warmer climes for Christmas and New Year. He showered and dressed in jeans,
sweater, and his favorite old leather jacket. He looked around with a sigh. <i>So much for Berry Brown letting me know
early today about my interview. Guess I’ll go check on my car.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He
left the apartment. The sun shone from a washed-out, blue sky. Frost glistened
on the ground. Dylan’s breath misted in the crisp air. He hailed a cab at the
end of the block. The kiosk served as a landmark for Dylan as he told the
driver where to drop him, but his car was gone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He
recalled Nick’s words. ‘The city might tow it,’ and his own reply, ‘I wish they
would.’ <i>Maybe it’s in the city compound.</i>
Dylan shrugged. He went around the kiosk and looked along the magazines. Once
upon a time Dylan loved to draw. His high school teachers praised his work. He
visited all the galleries and hung out at exhibitions, drinking in the creative
atmosphere with enjoyment. His teachers expected him to and he <i>had</i> considered studying art, but settled
on business because it seemed more likely he’d find work with that bachelor
degree. It pleased his dad, whose finance career made sure the family lived
well. Dylan picked up a copy of <i>Wallpaper</i>
and then <i>Art in America.</i> He paid for
the magazines. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A
coffee shop beckoned as someone opened the door and the inviting aroma of rich
beans wafted onto the street. Dylan went in. He took a window seat and ordered
Italian roast when the smiling server came to his table. A huge Christmas tree filled
a corner of the café area and Dylan gazed at it for a few moments. The tinsel
and baubles made a pretty, sparkling sight lit with circles of white fairy
lights. He opened the copy of <i>Wallpaper</i>
and turned the pages perusing the articles, until, to his surprise, a silver, 3D,
page-size star popped up. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A
smile sprang onto his face. A star. <i>Make
a wish, Dylan.</i> It glittered at him. <i>I
wish for Nick. I want us to be lovers, friends, for as long as possible. I wish
for him to fall in love with me. Is that more than one wish, yeah, but who
knows, maybe one will come true?<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His
cell phone buzzed in his leather jacket pocket. Dylan fished it out. A message
alert flashed on the screen. Dylan swiped the screen to check the message. <i>Berry Brown. Regret to inform you have been
unsuccessful this time. </i>He stared at the message. It struck him as rude,
letting an interviewee know by text, but then again, he’d received similar
brush-offs. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The
server arrived with his order and a complimentary chocolate for the season.
Dylan smiled his thanks. The café’s warmth relaxed him. He took off his jacket
and sipped at his coffee as he looked through his magazines. With every page
turned, Dylan grew happier. He didn’t own any art materials now, but he wanted
some. He remembered that the mall a few streets away housed a great art supply
shop. Dylan experienced a surge of longing to go there and buy the things he’d
need to start drawing again. He unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it. The
lemon cream zinged on his taste buds. He drank the last mouthful of his coffee.
He picked up the star and secured it in the magazine. <i>I don’t want to lose that.</i> In a split second, everything was
brighter, lighter, and happier. He paid for his coffee and pulled on his
jacket.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/make-a-wish-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/make-a-wish-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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quickly next door pulling on his jacket that he’d discarded in the warmth of
the café. He strode through the garden store and plant nursery to the area
where the Christmas trees stood and looked around. There was no sign of Owain,
and he went out to the unsheltered part. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owain was
standing alone between rows of trees, his hands in his jacket pockets. Snow
fell again in gentle swirls. It sprinkled Owain’s dark hair and face as he
looked up into the sky. He seemed ephemeral then, as if lifted from the ground
in order to catch the cold fractals on his skin for the sheer enjoyment of the
touch. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rowan watched
for a couple of seconds, entranced. A strange feeling, a pull toward Owain, rose
in him. <i>He is so gorgeous. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The object
of his admiration spun around and saw him. Rowan remembered feeling as if he’d
been spying on Finn and Owain when the cab was stopped by the roadside the day
before, and he took a deep breath. He felt that way again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owain walked
toward him and Rowan shook off his awe. Used to moving quickly to intimacy with
the men he liked in gay bars, taking swift, but safe sex that lifted his
spirits for a night, Rowan moved into the style of behavior that brought him
those encounters. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He shot
Owain a smoldering look. “I wanted to make sure I’m not mistaken about you. You
and I, we share the same … outlook on life.” Under the dark gaze of Owain’s
sexy ebony eyes, Rowan lost the confidence that generally assured him of
receiving at least kisses while pressed hard against a man and the wall of his
favorite bar. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Outlook?”
Owain’s smile of greeting disappeared, and a frown creased his forehead along
with his question.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I mean we,
we…” Rowan looked away from Owain’s handsome face trying to think what to do
next. In a second he decided on an action that would bring or deny him Owain’s
future company. He grabbed Owain’s jacket lapels and pulled him close, placing
a kiss on his inviting lips without even considering if there was anyone to
see. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The
returning kiss told Rowan everything. Owain kissed him softly but with
unmistakable hunger. He grasped Rowan’s arms, but as Rowan recalled they stood
in a public place and drew away, Owain followed his mouth and stole another
kiss. A thrill of pleasure coursed through Rowan adding to his haze of desire
from the kiss, and his cock, half-erect, hardened at the delicious touch of
Owain’s mouth. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He let go of
Owain at the same time as Owain released him. “I’m right about our outlooks.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owain ran a
fingertip over his lips before he answered. “Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rowan’s
stomach tightened with lust. He had no idea what to do next, because usually he
and his conquest would tumble into a restroom or their parked car and suck each
other’s cock. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owain looked
around quickly. “We can’t make out here.” He laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The happy
laughter and promise in the words relaxed Rowan. There’d be somewhere else to
explore Owain’s hot body and time to share deeper kisses. He smiled. “Yeah, I
should get back to my parents in the café. I’ll see you this evening.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owain’s eyes
held his own for a moment, and Rowan experienced an unfamiliar depth of longing.
<i>I want him so much. I need to know him.</i>
He shook himself. “I’ll get going.” He forced himself to walk away, through the
arch and out onto the street. <i>That was
intense. What’s it going to be like fucking with a guy like that? I can’t wait.
</i>Rowan discounted the way his heart filled with tenderness, and he
concentrated on sex. He didn’t want a repeat of what happened with his ex. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing</b></span></span></p></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWDGUnBlE1Y/YZwGaun5gnI/AAAAAAAACM4/50lCQnx-4nwpg6BFJjwiNfHccJA6F1B9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/hiddenover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWDGUnBlE1Y/YZwGaun5gnI/AAAAAAAACM4/50lCQnx-4nwpg6BFJjwiNfHccJA6F1B9QCLcBGAsYHQ/w426-h640/hiddenover.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gorgeous Owain Lovage belongs to an ancient family of elven
beings. A glamor hides his elf beauty as he runs a reindeer farm and visitor
center in an English rural town. He’s yearning for a handsome, sexy man in his
life. Owain hardly uses his magic these days, but that’s about to change.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rowan Carter reluctantly leaves California to stay with his
folks on vacation for the holiday season in the town where Owain lives. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everything is so much better than he expected. Already
enchanted by the lovely scenery, snow, and Christmas lights he fleetingly meets
Owain. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Captivated by Owain’s looks and masculinity, Rowan seeks him
out. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what he
has in mind to do with this red hot guy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A deep erotic passion ignites between the two handsome men
and sets in motion an ancient magic spell that will change both their lives
forever.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Available all other Amazon sites:
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Siren Bookstrand <a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/hidden-magic-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/hidden-magic-mm</a></span><o:p></o:p></p></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>N.B. This story contains explicit MM love scenes and adult language</b></span><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-25866144979233276802021-10-29T19:00:00.036-04:002021-10-29T19:00:00.197-04:00Will Chris learn to love again or continue to yearn for a handsome ghost ? #Halloween #teaser #ghoststory #gayromance #MMromance @evernightpub<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSu6F_RHV8Q/XhNvPOHJRiI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ODhn-ZP2yGUjilHZNsjIH6ABZBF9bFeiwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/Shower%2BYou%2BWith%2BLove-3D-eReader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1511" data-original-width="2048" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSu6F_RHV8Q/XhNvPOHJRiI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ODhn-ZP2yGUjilHZNsjIH6ABZBF9bFeiwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/Shower%2BYou%2BWith%2BLove-3D-eReader.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Chris
Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets
handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness
surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he
can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he
discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be
together.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Traumatized,
lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years
of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate
intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Spooked,
Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew
asks Chris to dance with him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">In
Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over
him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Will
he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJC0T9aCl0A/XhNwJh4GI3I/AAAAAAAAB9c/sduhTtxyNqMkEPlaf2QLYD_MdzNa-s8RACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/Shower%2BYou%2BWith%2BLove-3D-eReader.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1116" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJC0T9aCl0A/XhNwJh4GI3I/AAAAAAAAB9c/sduhTtxyNqMkEPlaf2QLYD_MdzNa-s8RACPcBGAYYCw/w446-h640/Shower%2BYou%2BWith%2BLove-3D-eReader.png" width="446" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Read the teaser</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He peeled the label that named him from his
jacket lapel, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then left his half-empty glass on
a bench beside a row of rose bushes, heavy with large pink blooms, and wandered
off down the path that wound around the house. The hem of his jacket trailed
along two of the flowers and the perfume shed by the roses followed him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The path forked at a corner of the house,
and Chris took the one that led into an archway of trees. The path beneath his
feet changed. Some of the paving stones held large cracks where tiny white
daisies grew among dark moss. Chris bent and picked one—<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">so small, yet so</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">perfect.</i>
He put it into the buttonhole on his collar. The tree branches met at their
canopy and only a few slanting rays of sun penetrated. Some scented climbing
flowers wove through the trees, twining around their trunks. Chris smiled,
enjoying the fragrant enclosure. Peace dropped over him as he walked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At the end of the path, he turned at a fork
that led toward the house again. Chris considered striking out across the lawn
for a look at what appeared to be a small round pond, but the evening sun had
disappeared behind a bank of clouds. He glanced upward at the sky. A few large
orbs of rain splattered on his face. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Funny,
only minutes ago it didn’t look like rain at all.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He walked more rapidly in the direction of
the house as the sky became overcast. On this side of the building, he could
see a long line of windows, two of which from that angle, seemed to be French
doors, and they were flung open. As Chris neared them, strains of music floated
in the descending twilight. Fairy lights glittered, strung across the tops of
the doors, and as the rain fell, the drops reflected their silvery twinkle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the time Chris reached the entrance,
dark stars of raindrops patterned his dove-gray suit jacket and dampened his
face. Chris dashed into the room accessible from the large glass doors and
froze. He’d expected this to be another way into the living room he’d left
earlier, especially with the lure of music guiding him, but a totally different
and smaller room lay before him, and in the middle of the parquet, a man danced
a kind of waltz, alone, clutching a rectangular cushion to his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There was time to assess the man before he
noticed Chris. He wore well cut black pants and a plain white shirt, the collar
turned up to reveal a black tie that must have been undone as it dipped loosely
at the back. His dark collar length hair curled a little behind his ears. An
amused smile crept onto Chris’s face as he registered the fact the man was
barefoot. The guy couldn’t have been any older than Chris, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">maybe early twenties</i>, and as Chris gazed at him, a strange longing
filled his heart. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He’s beautiful.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the man spun, holding his make believe
partner, he opened his eyes, and obviously catching sight of Chris’s stare, he
stopped. With delight shining from his clear blue gaze, he approached Chris. He
held out a hand in greeting, while his other arm dropped to his side and the
cushion bounced on his thigh.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Owen Elmdale. Oh, is it raining? Spring,
huh?” He sparkled at Chris, a smile on his handsome face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Enchanted, Chris took the offered
handshake. “Christopher Everhart.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Owen’s smile turned into an amused grin.
“Elmdale and Everhart, sounds like a law firm.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chris still held Owen’s hand. He smiled.
“Actually, I am—a lawyer that is.” He gazed into the blue eyes locked with his,
and read attraction there. Warmth rose through him. For a few seconds a feeling
of belonging blanketed him, and then he let go of Owen’s hand, and stood
wondering what to do next.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/shower-you-with-love-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/shower-you-with-love-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">OR available<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shower-You-Love-D-Parr-ebook/dp/B083D8Z8PX">https://www.amazon.com/Shower-You-Love-D-Parr-ebook/dp/B083D8Z8PX</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Shower-You-Love-D-Parr-ebook/dp/B083D8Z8PX">https://www.amazon.co.uk/Shower-You-Love-D-Parr-ebook/dp/B083D8Z8PX</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Shower-You-Love-D-Parr-ebook/dp/B083D8Z8PX">https://www.amazon.ca/Shower-You-Love-D-Parr-ebook/dp/B083D8Z8PX</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Smashwords <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997913">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997913</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Siren Bookstrand <a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/shower-you-with-love-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/shower-you-with-love-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">KOBO <a href="https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/shower-you-with-love">https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/shower-you-with-love</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br />E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-51436739097742790342021-10-28T19:00:00.001-04:002021-10-28T19:00:00.166-04:00The #warlock head of royal security is on the warpath #Halloween #teaser #gayromance #suspense #MMromance #fantasy #teaser @evernightpub <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emTRpDzfoDk/W-suJvwdUaI/AAAAAAAABYM/bOq9ts4DcNUcZKfBz_mgcjVEL8kwXJxQgCPcBGAYYCw/s851/string%2Bof%2Bpearls-banner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="851" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emTRpDzfoDk/W-suJvwdUaI/AAAAAAAABYM/bOq9ts4DcNUcZKfBz_mgcjVEL8kwXJxQgCPcBGAYYCw/w640-h240/string%2Bof%2Bpearls-banner2.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">String of Pearls <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The story is set in the same SciFi fantasy
city as last year’s release, The Dreamboat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Indigo Vaughn, the warlock head of
security, features in the story along with a new cast of characters. When I
wrote The Dreamboat, I already had the new characters in my head along with
their story. Tobias Mars and Dante Pepper, the elite space pilots for the royal
court, very nearly made an appearance in The Dreamboat, but because that story
is about Indigo at last finding love, I decided they needed their own story.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once upon a time Dante and Tobias were
close to becoming lovers, but Dante met Viridian and fell in love. Tobias has
yet to meet his love when String of Pearls, opens. He’s a man of high
integrity, handsome, caring, but also longing for love and sex. String of
Pearls is his love story.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">String of Pearls<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Elite space pilot, Tobias Mars is
completing a special mission when he discovers Dreft Hann hiding and injured in
the sand dunes of a water planet, recently ravaged by space pirates. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There’s instant attraction between the two
men, but honorable Tobias believes the fact Dreft is in his care precludes him
from showing his growing love for the young man. What’s worse is his shocking
discovery of Dreft’s real identity. Even so, Tobias can’t deny his feelings for
Dreft.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When head of royal security, powerful
warlock, Indigo Vaughn discovers Dreft’s secret, he anticipates trouble. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As beautiful Dreft falls in love with
Tobias and dreams of joining the elite pilot squad, trouble is brewing from
someone in Dreft’s past.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will love finally win with so many
obstacles in Tobias and Dreft’s path?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon <a href="http://mybook.to/StringofPearls">http://mybook.to/StringofPearls</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDxX11MQFHw/W-sudanLK5I/AAAAAAAABYU/7hhDUh6NujcgI9NXJq0mMfrajbtnN_HPwCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/string%2Bof%2Bpearls-3Dbook2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1511" data-original-width="2048" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDxX11MQFHw/W-sudanLK5I/AAAAAAAABYU/7hhDUh6NujcgI9NXJq0mMfrajbtnN_HPwCPcBGAYYCw/w640-h472/string%2Bof%2Bpearls-3Dbook2.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><span lang="EN-US"><b>Read the teaser</b></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viridian took the path that led to the rear of Dante’s
dwelling and the garden door that always remained unlocked. No one expected
anything but safety within the castle walls. He silently turned the white
crystal handle and entered. He knew the layout of furniture in the room, and so
Viridian made his way across it without glancing around. He’d negotiated the
long leather couch, on his way to Dante’s bedchamber, when a voice sent
surprise and fear spiking through his body.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I thought you’d slip up one day.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viridian spun around to peer through the darkness at
the man who lounged on a chair in the corner of the room. “Who are you and why
are you in Dante Pepper’s home?” He put authority into his tone hoping this
would confuse the man.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A soft sound reached him—a muffled click of fingers. A
bright blue flash accompanied the click, and then the room lit up. Somehow, the
man had lit the ceiling and floor lamps without using the panel of switches on
the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viridian stared at the man who sat confidently, one
leg crossed over the other and with a smile on his gorgeous face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Indigo Vaughn.” Viridian’s shoulders drooped. His
voice dropped to a murmur.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The head of royal security and powerful warlock stood
and walked toward him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Exactly right and you are?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Viridian Kaa, I’m Dante’s friend. Where is he?”
Viridian glanced over his shoulder as the realization that Dante couldn’t be
home sank in. His lover hadn’t rushed to his aid. The bedchamber door remained
closed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Friends do not usually scale the courtyard walls and
slink into homes in the night.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viridian sighed and sat heavily on the arm of the
couch. “Dante likes me to surprise him. I’m not a robber, or, or worse.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A flicker of emotion passed through Indigo Vaughn’s
blue eyes. He studied Viridian for a long moment. “You’re a whore.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Indignation made Viridian’s voice harsh. “<i>No</i>, no I am not. I’m Dante’s … his … his
friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Indigo’s eyes traveled over Viridian’s bare chest in
an appraising gaze, and then he stared intently into his eyes. In calm measured
tones, Indigo continued his scrutiny.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Being a whore is not shameful, Viridian Kaa. Are you
his lover? I want the truth. Without it,
you won’t discover where Dante Pepper is tonight. Don’t be afraid. I <i>will</i> understand.” The blue eyes held
sincerity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“<i>Truly</i>,
because if this is a trick and Dante’s reputation is in any way tarnished I
swear … I swear, warlock or not, you’ll regret it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Indigo laughed aloud. “You <i>are</i> his lover.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I <i>am</i> his
lover. We’re lovers. I love him. There … now you know.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Dante Pepper is on a special mission to the next
world. He’ll be back at dawn. If you aren’t going to wait for him here I’ll see
you out of the grounds.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“A special mission and he didn’t tell me. Is it
dangerous? I’ll wait for him.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“The package Dante is bringing from the other world is
important to the queen. However, he should not be in danger.” Indigo gave him a
thoughtful look. “I’ve suspected someone scaled the wall now and then, but
since there was no crime associated with it I didn’t give it priority. You have no pattern to your visits,
neither are they often, for a lover.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Dante comes to my home or we meet in Temptations.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viridian could tell the answer satisfied the head of
security when he nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Right then, I’ll tell Dante about our meeting. Good
night to you.” Indigo Vaughn strode across the room and out the door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viridian sighed with relief.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugdH-05s8cw/YXckt-l-oFI/AAAAAAAACMU/xtebynyZn1gExtfoW5VqZtIMF2mYlILugCLcBGAsYHQ/s732/newestban.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="732" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugdH-05s8cw/YXckt-l-oFI/AAAAAAAACMU/xtebynyZn1gExtfoW5VqZtIMF2mYlILugCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/newestban.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p><br /></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-7582276648964106392021-10-26T19:00:00.031-04:002021-10-26T19:00:00.198-04:00Meet #warlock Indigo Vaughn in this #gayromance #scifi #fantasy #teaser for #Halloween The Dreamboat @evernightpub The man pulled his hood down. “Indigo Vaughn.” Darian breathed the name.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bsPwvy1I_pE/Wi_89PsGTyI/AAAAAAAAA04/hJ1pfYpA5LAwTyRCprGxYxvZnPBc1OhDwCPcBGAYYCw/s600/the-dreamboat-evernightpublishing-NOV2017-smallpreview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bsPwvy1I_pE/Wi_89PsGTyI/AAAAAAAAA04/hJ1pfYpA5LAwTyRCprGxYxvZnPBc1OhDwCPcBGAYYCw/s16000/the-dreamboat-evernightpublishing-NOV2017-smallpreview.jpg" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gorgeous, powerful
warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a
dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky
barge, The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to
love hasn’t materialized.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beautiful, sexy, Darian
O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long
ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell
that will bring him the love of a handsome man.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As soon as he sets eyes on
Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as the warlock gathers
his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW8Zjka84lI/YXchK0LI-GI/AAAAAAAACME/mOmGHyl3lZouefUrIlF2ucwyDX_VAXzFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s851/the-dreamboat-evernightpublishing-NOV2017-banner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="851" height="237" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW8Zjka84lI/YXchK0LI-GI/AAAAAAAACME/mOmGHyl3lZouefUrIlF2ucwyDX_VAXzFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h237/the-dreamboat-evernightpublishing-NOV2017-banner2.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Read the teaser.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">His
thoughts halted as a man stepped into his path halfway across the wooden bridge
to the rear of the castle outer gardens. Shock sped through Darian. Time stood
still filled only with sounds—the rush of the water beneath the bridge and the
slap of a loose canvas door on a small marquee nearby. Darian expected robbery
or a beating, or worse. He froze, waiting for the man to reveal his intentions.
<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The
man pulled his hood down.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Indigo
Vaughn.” Darian breathed the name.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I
am. What are you doing here, lurking at the rear of the castle?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Darian’s
stomach lurched with attraction and fear. He gazed at Indigo. He delighted in
the lush dark hair, just long enough to give the warlock a dashing air, the
piercing ice-blue eyes glinting sapphire in the last shimmer of light from the
fireworks, the hot muscled body beneath the warrior’s leather jerkin, and
Darian’s cock shot into an erection. He took a chance. “I knew you’d be
patrolling here and I’m desperate to see you, talk with you, as, as just men,
who, who like each other.” His brave words faltered and his voice dropped to a
whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A
long moment of silence followed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He
thought Indigo was about to strike him, but the handsome warlock raised his
hand, took hold of Darian’s hood, and pushed it from his face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Darian
O’Harr.” Surprise rang in Indigo’s voice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I
mean what I say. I can’t stop thinking about you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Indigo
ran his fingertips down Darian’s cheek and rubbed the pad of his thumb across
his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Darian’s
breath caught. The touch closed his eyes as lust rampaged over him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Indigo
moved his hand to Darian’s head, running his fingers among Darian’s hair.
Slowly he brought his head to Darian’s.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;">The
air between their faces sparked with desire and Darian moved to meet Indigo’s
lips. The kiss nearly brought Darian to his knees.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E.D. Parr , Evernight Publishing</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-dreamboat-by-e-d-parr/"><span style="font-family: verdana;">http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-dreamboat-by-e-d-parr/</span></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/the-dreamboat-mm">http://www.bookstrand.com/the-dreamboat-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amazon <a href="http://mybook.to/TheDreamboat">http://mybook.to/TheDreamboat</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dreamboat-e-d-parr/1127562856">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dreamboat-e-d-parr/1127562856</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NUIulerkac/YXcidE0QIvI/AAAAAAAACMM/07E5u_MANCUiXs2sJM2gkuLxdac2qOF3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s850/the-dreamboat-evernightpublishing-NOV2017-3D-eReader.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="572" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NUIulerkac/YXcidE0QIvI/AAAAAAAACMM/07E5u_MANCUiXs2sJM2gkuLxdac2qOF3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/the-dreamboat-evernightpublishing-NOV2017-3D-eReader.png" width="215" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-28279416380657714902021-07-15T19:00:00.002-04:002023-06-04T10:43:06.353-04:00First Chapter Friday from, A Virtual Kiss #MMromance #gayromance #LGBTQ @evernightpub E. D. Parr @parr_books<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev1mKz4Y2iA/YOsDZawY_DI/AAAAAAAACK8/r-uUIvfbs_g5dPTbyQaYDdBqy2e6byMXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s851/A%2BVirtual%2BKiss-banner1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="851" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev1mKz4Y2iA/YOsDZawY_DI/AAAAAAAACK8/r-uUIvfbs_g5dPTbyQaYDdBqy2e6byMXQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h236/A%2BVirtual%2BKiss-banner1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">First Chapter Friday</span></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">‘Live your dreams in our private VR rooms.’ <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Does he know I’m here? He can’t. The windows
are mirrored. Nah, I’m just horny and he’s fucking hot.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIPyoPdb2uc/YOsEcvOpjeI/AAAAAAAACLE/M49j3ThLXDs70J1-WYIDQNVmlcg3fIZXACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/A%2BVirtual%2BKiss-complete.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIPyoPdb2uc/YOsEcvOpjeI/AAAAAAAACLE/M49j3ThLXDs70J1-WYIDQNVmlcg3fIZXACLcBGAsYHQ/w426-h640/A%2BVirtual%2BKiss-complete.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jason
Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker,
smart <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i> 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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Passion
sizzles between the two men as they fall in love.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Trouble
is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">BUY the BOOK</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-virtual-kiss-by-e-d-parr/">https://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-virtual-kiss-by-e-d-parr/</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/a-virtual-kiss-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/a-virtual-kiss-mm</a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Global Amazon link
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</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/e-d-parr">https://www.bookbub.com/authors/e-d-parr</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn3f83e_Mvw/YOsFr8PXPuI/AAAAAAAACLM/HThqrv9exk0rGUgLmum5FiHRxJY1665CwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/A%2BVirtual%2BKiss-3D-erEADER%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="885" data-original-width="1200" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn3f83e_Mvw/YOsFr8PXPuI/AAAAAAAACLM/HThqrv9exk0rGUgLmum5FiHRxJY1665CwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/A%2BVirtual%2BKiss-3D-erEADER%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-11934137871601285362021-05-18T19:00:00.002-04:002021-05-18T19:00:00.180-04:00 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 <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zlVfkjxBq8/WTT9sP-iutI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XYyGqNm0yYwDwCINbkIXx1D8pOFaoI7VQCPcBGAYYCw/s851/thief-of-hearts-evernightpublishing-MAY2017-banner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="851" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zlVfkjxBq8/WTT9sP-iutI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XYyGqNm0yYwDwCINbkIXx1D8pOFaoI7VQCPcBGAYYCw/w640-h238/thief-of-hearts-evernightpublishing-MAY2017-banner2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. </span><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnCr5WgNmgI/W3Gpr7nfT8I/AAAAAAAABDM/Od2nijp1Vu8Q3Sck6NttdKiLUN7x9i00QCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/thief-of-hearts-evernightpublishing-MAY2017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnCr5WgNmgI/W3Gpr7nfT8I/AAAAAAAABDM/Od2nijp1Vu8Q3Sck6NttdKiLUN7x9i00QCPcBGAYYCw/w427-h640/thief-of-hearts-evernightpublishing-MAY2017.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Midweek Teaser</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ground,
thanks.” The beast’s voice, deep and low gave Alex tingles.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alex
pressed the button. <i>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.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The
beast gazed into Alex’s eyes, his eyes dark with obvious desire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x71SbW0-yG8/W3GxIbQprjI/AAAAAAAABE8/sZ76txhiRrwIOVCvy1V1iDoexqRRfrkQwCPcBGAYYCw/s858/a%2Bvirtual%2Bmuses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="539" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x71SbW0-yG8/W3GxIbQprjI/AAAAAAAABE8/sZ76txhiRrwIOVCvy1V1iDoexqRRfrkQwCPcBGAYYCw/w251-h400/a%2Bvirtual%2Bmuses.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">From E. D.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">There are
some red-hot love scenes but behind them is a love story to make you smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Alex isn’t
who he first appears to be. Love changes him as much as it lifts Blake from his
self-doubt.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">I hope that
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</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-72335871286379628982021-04-15T18:43:00.002-04:002021-04-15T18:49:07.176-04:00He’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<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCQleYbmd98/YHjABcIUY1I/AAAAAAAACJM/hZzmHi39v5grq-hosPbDSCkq2s3skCWvACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Love%2Bon%2BShow-banner1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="237" data-original-width="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCQleYbmd98/YHjABcIUY1I/AAAAAAAACJM/hZzmHi39v5grq-hosPbDSCkq2s3skCWvACLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/Love%2Bon%2BShow-banner1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: start;">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.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: start;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: start;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: start;">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?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: start;" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YgvBKQWFP2k/YHi-OKK34yI/AAAAAAAACJE/9dkQ7DrB2sgxIsGH3ItDYEfzLkci8NH2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Love%2Bon%2BShow-eBook-Complete.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YgvBKQWFP2k/YHi-OKK34yI/AAAAAAAACJE/9dkQ7DrB2sgxIsGH3ItDYEfzLkci8NH2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/Love%2Bon%2BShow-eBook-Complete.jpg" /></a></div><b> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Be Teased </span></b><p></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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>I wonder how good he is. I should have read his IMDB. He’s hot, smokin’ hot.</i> <i>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. </i>The thought brought a smile to his face. <i>Caer Rossi—never heard of him.</i> He indicated and maneuvered the BMW into the stream of traffic heading toward the rural side of town.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The man’s brown eyes met his and in them Justin read trepidation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Caer attempted to snatch it back, but failed, then got out of the car and smoothed down his suit jacket.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Justin closed the car door and flashed Caer a reassuring smile. “You look good.” </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Yeah, good enough to eat, in fact.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><b>Copyright E. 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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. </span></div><div style="color: black;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">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.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Justin hides a fun-loving trait until the end of the story when I hope readers will see how much he loves Caer.</span></div></span></span></div>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-43289026862649015942021-04-09T19:00:00.045-04:002021-04-09T19:00:00.195-04:00Kick back Saturday with chapters to read from #gay #scifi #adventure Love in Danger #MMromance #horror Enter the #giveaway to win a copy<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDBMcmB1WRI/YG2zTGaF8SI/AAAAAAAACFg/Q15Qwg6Y-98OR7ue3rHaRmIqsmrH1sthACLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/Love%2Bin%2BDanger-evernightbanner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="1300" height="196" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDBMcmB1WRI/YG2zTGaF8SI/AAAAAAAACFg/Q15Qwg6Y-98OR7ue3rHaRmIqsmrH1sthACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h196/Love%2Bin%2BDanger-evernightbanner.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>From E. D. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Love in Danger is fantasy/scifi adventure, a romantic story with sizzling </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">hot love scenes between the heroes Corin and Marcus, but it's also</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> a horror story. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Here's the blurb:</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Centuries
ago, the planet they cherished was conquered, but now three warriors from an
ancient race of gifted beings intend to remedy that.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.
<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><a class="MsoNormal" data-raflid="dd9e53bc39" data-template="" data-theme="classic" p=""><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></span></a>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will
Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to stop the horror that awaits him?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can
the warriors free the planet and return it to the lovely place it was before
the aggressors arrived?</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yN6z9nSVAkQ/YG228xobe2I/AAAAAAAACFo/HX-20kJr_SEisNgI5-PVPNUx0Nv6855qgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Love%2Bin%2BDanger-complete.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yN6z9nSVAkQ/YG228xobe2I/AAAAAAAACFo/HX-20kJr_SEisNgI5-PVPNUx0Nv6855qgCLcBGAsYHQ/w426-h640/Love%2Bin%2BDanger-complete.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Kick back with the first two chapters of </b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Love in Danger</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Then enter the rafflecopter to win one of three kindle or ebook copies</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><div class="WordSection1">
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">by E.D. Parr<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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</span></p><p class="Chapters" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="Chapters"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Come
now, Mara. We’re taking refuge in the underground city.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Two
monks rolled the circular door closed on the city.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">****<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">
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</span></p><p class="Chapters" style="text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">Chapter Two<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Centuries
passed with no word from the arks and Elfinndor became a shadow of its former
glory.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Zeb
tracked a particular quarry of his own, and having found it, launched into a
fierce attack.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Join
me. Throw down your weapon and accompany me on hours of delight. You have no
idea what you’re missing.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
hunter’s grim smile in answer accompanied a harsh, “Not a chance.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Corin
didn’t doubt Zeb would dispatch the Fallen one, but then <i>he</i> had the miserable task of banishing Zeb.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
air near Corin stirred and he cast a swift glance at the beautiful man who’d
joined him in a shimmer of movement.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
didn’t expect you’d follow me tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Marcus’s
breath caressed his ear. “Huh, and miss seeing you banish Zeb? Not likely.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s
not a game. I wish it wasn’t my job this time.” Corin’s voice cracked with
emotion.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’m
sorry, my love.” Marcus’s expression held tenderness.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Corin
looked away. His task would be doubly hard with Marcus watching.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Zeb
raised a foot and kicked the kneeling being in the chest revealing the extent
of his blow. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
know you’re there, my lost love, and ready to do the task set you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Corin
stepped into the moonlight, his sword raised as he expected a fight from Zeb. His
heart lurched when Zeb gently smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Corin,
I <i>can’t</i> fight <i>you</i>.” Zeb threw his weapon down.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“<i>Wait</i>. Kiss me goodbye, <i>please</i>.” Zeb held up one hand, the other
he placed over his heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Corin’s
breath caught. “I’m forbidden to.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">His
former lover’s eyes filled with pain. “No one will know.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“<i>I</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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
grew tired of the elders’ rules—no questions, blind obedience. I missed you. <i>I</i> … it doesn’t matter that I leave here.
I think that one day you’ll feel the same. <i>Please
</i>let me feel your lips on mine one last time.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Marcus
placed his hand softly on Corin’s arm.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">He
knew it was a gesture of support, but all the same, Corin shook it off.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“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.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Marcus
whispered. “I’m sorry. You still cared for him.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“He’s
turned bad. He hurt you. Try to forget him now.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Corin
didn’t answer.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
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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.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif"">Artist
Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city
gallery to pay his rent. </span><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif"" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif"" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">When
his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span face=""Verdana","sans-serif""><span style="font-family: verdana;">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?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>#FirstChapterFriday</b></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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, <i>and</i>
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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">****<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <i>Hell, I better get a cab.</i> He snatched his smartphone from his
pocket and pressed the number he’d allocated to quick call for a taxi company.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">****<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. </span><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">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…</span><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
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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. <i>Will he join me?
Let him take the chance. It’s time I had someone in my life. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matt forced
himself to lean casually on the bar. He put down the glass. His hand shook. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">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?</i> 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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“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?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Don’t let me mess this
up. </i>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. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Fucking
hell, he’s amazing.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matt tried a
smile hoping it didn’t manifest as a grimace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hi. Matt
Loewe. Thanks for showing up.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What?</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Thanks for showing up, hell.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Angel Starc,
pleased to meet you.” The gorgeous man held out his hand. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matt cast a
glance toward the corner of the room. He turned his face to Angel Starc. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“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.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> He’s Angel Starc, though. In this
town, he has to be a relative of Rory Starc. Take it easy.</i> 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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A server
strode to the table and placed glasses of whisky before them both.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Angel gazed
into his eyes. “We were estranged, but yes, it’s hard. Thank you for the
flowers. I, I…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Instinctively,
Matt reached out and placed his hand over Angel’s as it rested on the table. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“There’s
nothing as good as talking to a stranger. You can let everything out knowing
you probably will never meet again.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Hell,
there I go again. When I want nothing other than to get to know him, I’m
encouraging him to leave.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matt
couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. Angel’s words drenched him in relief and
hope.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Yes … so do
I. I’m sorry. I’m hopeless at this.” He smiled, genuinely grateful for Angel’s
candor. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The coffee
order arrived and the server arranged the cups on the table.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matt waited
until they were alone again before he leaned forward.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I
understand. There’s just a chance we were meant to meet—not, not that your
brother had to die for it to happen.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Hell,
what’s wrong with me?</i> “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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matt’s
emotions <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">must</i> have been written on
his face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Angel sipped
at the whisky in his glass. He ran a hand over his forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“How long?”
Angel’s voice was gentle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matt’s
thoughts tumbled. “How long?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Since you
had a guy in your life.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Eighteen
months, give or take a few days.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Angel shook
his head. “I don’t do ‘one-nighters’. If we connect tonight I’ll expect more, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">at the very least</i> to see you again soon.
You fill me with an emotion I thought I’d never feel. Is that okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Acceptance
brought a smile to Matt’s face. “It’s great. I’m close to desperate to hold you.”
Happiness lifted his nerves.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Sorry to be
so intense. I just … I won’t be able to take being messed around.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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 style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I hope this is the start of something
good—something lasting.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Angel leaned
forward. “You took the words out of my mouth. I’m <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">amazed</i> you’re single. Not many hot-as-hell guys are. My room or
yours?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The sudden
invitation made Matt’s heart thump. Nervous again now, he went for the safety
of his own territory. “Mine.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Angel stood.
“The drinks are on my bill. Lead the way.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cR4M-0xORE/YC2TuipC7lI/AAAAAAAAuys/qXlptObbe0U2gtaEQWfLl8lxmLCW1c-4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Given-time-evernightpublishing-MAY2017-finalimage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cR4M-0xORE/YC2TuipC7lI/AAAAAAAAuys/qXlptObbe0U2gtaEQWfLl8lxmLCW1c-4ACLcBGAsYHQ/w426-h640/Given-time-evernightpublishing-MAY2017-finalimage.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Music video maker,
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E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495181193093877710.post-25443903361348549392021-01-21T08:12:00.001-05:002021-01-21T08:12:07.830-05:00Release day for #gay #scifi #adventure #romance Love in Danger from @evernightpub and @parr_books He listened to the message as he walked to the living area and then, when he thought Corin wouldn’t hear, he clicked the button on the tech and answered. “Marcus D’Ath.”<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lvgaxuA5F8/YAX0n93PtjI/AAAAAAAACCA/FStDyPQrjHoLv9TBjP5-d-dReNIsO-IPACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Love%2Bin%2BDanger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lvgaxuA5F8/YAX0n93PtjI/AAAAAAAACCA/FStDyPQrjHoLv9TBjP5-d-dReNIsO-IPACLcBGAsYHQ/w427-h640/Love%2Bin%2BDanger.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Centuries ago, the planet they cherished was
conquered, but now three warriors from an ancient race of gifted beings intend
to remedy that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Will Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to
stop the horror that awaits him?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Can the warriors free the planet and return it to
the lovely place it was before the aggressors arrived?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Be teased</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A muted trill
emitted from Marcus’s communicator and with his exceptional hearing, Marcus
caught the sound. He and Corin always placed the tech on a small table near
their armoires, hoping the things wouldn’t alert them to a job before they’d
slept a few hours at least. Marcus crept from the bed. It was huge and low so
that there was little bounce back as he removed his muscled body. All the same,
he cast a worried look at Corin, hoping his lover would sleep a little more.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He padded to
the table and snatched up his communicator, lodging it in his ear as he
silently left the room. He listened to the message as he walked to the living
area and then, when he thought Corin wouldn’t hear, he clicked the button on
the tech and answered. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Marcus D’Ath.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Freeloader
alert, Sector Seven, can you deal?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
<span style="line-height: 200%;">Marcus heaved a sigh.
“On way.” </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><b>Copyright E. D. Parr 2021, Evernight Publishing</b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><b>Be warned this book contains MM sex, horror themes, Sci-Fi fantasy violence.</b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><b>BUY the BOOK on 25% off normal price launch discount at Evernight Publishing only </b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>https://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-in-danger-by-e-d-parr/</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtCPFOutse8/YAX44YhDvxI/AAAAAAAACCM/9d09g-cuz7k12CH_HpLuCiPzcjj0Jf8JQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/newbannU.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtCPFOutse8/YAX44YhDvxI/AAAAAAAACCM/9d09g-cuz7k12CH_HpLuCiPzcjj0Jf8JQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/newbannU.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-hyphenate: none; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: HI; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>E. D. Parrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00441217648309302127noreply@blogger.com0