Showing posts with label #teaser. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 21, 2023

Teaser time from Like a Thief in the Night @parr_books #MMromance #suspense #gayromance #books @evernightpub

 

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

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

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

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


Read the teaser:

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.

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.

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. Should I rush the guy as soon as he’s in the room? His heart hammered. Undecided, Saxon lay there, ramrod stiff, clutching his bat.

The man’s feet dangled only a little way from the floor.

It’ll be raining on my polished floor through that gap. The thought traveled through Saxon’s troubled mind. His grimace became a grim smile.

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.

Fucking hell, he knows where things are. Under cover of the pooled darkness and his bedframe, Saxon stared as the intruder took the broom back to the alcove room.

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.

Saxon waited, confused and shocked.

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.

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.

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. What the hell? He’s taking a shower. What sort of burglar takes a shower? 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.

Saxon stared at him. Fuck, I could do without him being hot. He ran his gaze rapidly over the delicious hard chest on display and then locked eyes with the guy. He is gorgeous.

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.

Saxon lifted his baseball bat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice cracked.

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.

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.”

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 

Read an interview with Saxon Dearing

Today we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes from , Like a Thief in the Night

 

I’ll make this interview fun…

 

Saxon, If you were a dessert, what would you be?

 

(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.

 

What do you do when you need to blow off steam?

 

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

 

What do you look for in a man?

 

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.

 

What is in your refrigerator right now?

 

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.

 

What’s on your bedroom floor?

 

In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s under the bed.

 

What do you wear in bed?

 

Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now

 

Light on or off?

 

Either, both

 

Chocolate or vanilla?

 

Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to be chocolate.

 

What’s your biggest fear?

 

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.

 

What is your most treasured possession?

 

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.

 

What’s your favorite outfit?

 

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.

 

What do you like to see Jon dressed in?

 

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…

 

Do you have a favorite music track?

 

My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is eclectic. We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.

 

Tell the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.

 

(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…

 

We’ll make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?

 

(Smiles) You know that’s another question, right?

 

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Friday, December 17, 2021

Sizzle 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.

 



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.

Rowan Carter reluctantly leaves California to stay with his folks on vacation for the holiday season in the town where he fleetingly meets Owain.

Captivated by Owain’s looks and masculinity, Rowan seeks him out.

Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what he has in mind to do with this red hot guy.

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.

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Sizzle Saturday Teaser from Hidden Magic

“Finn tells me you live in California.”

Rowan gave a small nod, but surprise made him ask, “Did he? I do, in LA. I don’t remember saying so to him.”

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.

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.

“What do you do there?” His lover’s gentle voice caressed his ears.

Rowan collected his scattered wits.

“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 really 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.

Owain did the same, placing his cup next to Rowan’s. “So the photography isn’t creative?”

“No, I have to stick to the studio’s rules about poses and lighting.”

Owain pulled Rowan into his arms. “What would you like to do?”

 

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 

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!

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.

4 flames 

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5 stars

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."

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N.B This book contains graphic MM love scenes and is an erotic gay romance



Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Behind 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

 


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.

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

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

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

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

Read the passage that gives the story its title

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. So much for Berry Brown letting me know early today about my interview. Guess I’ll go check on my car.

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.

He recalled Nick’s words. ‘The city might tow it,’ and his own reply, ‘I wish they would.’ Maybe it’s in the city compound. 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 had 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 Wallpaper and then Art in America. He paid for the magazines.

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 Wallpaper and turned the pages perusing the articles, until, to his surprise, a silver, 3D, page-size star popped up.

A smile sprang onto his face. A star. Make a wish, Dylan. It glittered at him. 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?

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. Berry Brown. Regret to inform you have been unsuccessful this time. 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.

The server arrived with his order and a complimentary chocolate for the season. Dylan smiled his thanks. The cafĂ©’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 don’t want to lose that. In a split second, everything was brighter, lighter, and happier. He paid for his coffee and pulled on his jacket.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 

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Friday, October 29, 2021

Will Chris learn to love again or continue to yearn for a handsome ghost ? #Halloween #teaser #ghoststory #gayromance #MMromance @evernightpub

 


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.

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.

Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.

In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.

Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?

 


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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.

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—so small, yet so perfect. 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.

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. Funny, only minutes ago it didn’t look like rain at all.

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.

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.

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, maybe early twenties, and as Chris gazed at him, a strange longing filled his heart. He’s beautiful.

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.

“Owen Elmdale. Oh, is it raining? Spring, huh?” He sparkled at Chris, a smile on his handsome face.

Enchanted, Chris took the offered handshake. “Christopher Everhart.”

Owen’s smile turned into an amused grin. “Elmdale and Everhart, sounds like a law firm.”

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.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing

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Thursday, October 28, 2021

The #warlock head of royal security is on the warpath #Halloween #teaser #gayromance #suspense #MMromance #fantasy #teaser @evernightpub

 

String of Pearls

The story is set in the same SciFi fantasy city as last year’s release, The Dreamboat.

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.

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.

String of Pearls

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.

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.

When head of royal security, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn discovers Dreft’s secret, he anticipates trouble.

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.

Will love finally win with so many obstacles in Tobias and Dreft’s path?

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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.

“I thought you’d slip up one day.”

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.

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.

Viridian stared at the man who sat confidently, one leg crossed over the other and with a smile on his gorgeous face.

“Indigo Vaughn.” Viridian’s shoulders drooped. His voice dropped to a murmur.

The head of royal security and powerful warlock stood and walked toward him.

“Exactly right and you are?”

“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.

“Friends do not usually scale the courtyard walls and slink into homes in the night.”

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.”

A flicker of emotion passed through Indigo Vaughn’s blue eyes. He studied Viridian for a long moment. “You’re a whore.”

Indignation made Viridian’s voice harsh. “No, no I am not. I’m Dante’s … his … his friend.”

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.

“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 will understand.” The blue eyes held sincerity.

Truly, 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.”

Indigo laughed aloud. “You are his lover.”

“I am his lover. We’re lovers. I love him. There … now you know.”

“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.”

“A special mission and he didn’t tell me. Is it dangerous? I’ll wait for him.”

“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.”

“Dante comes to my home or we meet in Temptations.”

Viridian could tell the answer satisfied the head of security when he nodded.

“Right then, I’ll tell Dante about our meeting. Good night to you.” Indigo Vaughn strode across the room and out the door.

Viridian sighed with relief.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing




Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Meet #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.

 

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.

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.

As soon as he sets eyes on Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.

Here is 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?



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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.

The man pulled his hood down.

“Indigo Vaughn.” Darian breathed the name.

“I am. What are you doing here, lurking at the rear of the castle?”

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.

A long moment of silence followed.

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.

“Darian O’Harr.” Surprise rang in Indigo’s voice.

“I mean what I say. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Indigo ran his fingertips down Darian’s cheek and rubbed the pad of his thumb across his lips.

Darian’s breath caught. The touch closed his eyes as lust rampaged over him.

Indigo moved his hand to Darian’s head, running his fingers among Darian’s hair. Slowly he brought his head to Darian’s.

The air between their faces sparked with desire and Darian moved to meet Indigo’s lips. The kiss nearly brought Darian to his knees.

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Thursday, July 15, 2021

First Chapter Friday from, A Virtual Kiss #MMromance #gayromance #LGBTQ @evernightpub E. D. Parr @parr_books

 


First Chapter Friday


Chapter One

 

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

‘Live your dreams in our private VR rooms.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hunky Nate Hathaway can’t resist the lure of private Virtual Reality rooms in a new Internet cafĂ© that opens on the street where he works. He’s lonely and intrigued by the VR program offering a boyfriend experience. After only one date, Nate is hooked on Jason, the sexy, kind VR character.

Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. He’s also the body model for the boyfriend. A twist of fate brings Nate to his attention. Determined to meet dishy Nate, he reveals who he is.

Passion sizzles between the two men as they fall in love.

Trouble is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.

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Thursday, April 15, 2021

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



Dishy Justin Harper plays gay bad boy, Brandon in a TV show that’s fast becoming a cult classic, but Justin hides the fact he’s gay in real life. When a new actor is cast to play his TV show love interest, Justin can’t deny the raging attraction he feels for gorgeous Caer Rossi.

Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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