Yay, release day for hot #gayromance Night Song. Read a #teaser. Find links to buy on launch discount @evernightpub. #MMromance #Christmas #newrelease

 

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.

 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.

 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.

In fact, Noah is super attracted to Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.

 As the store holiday season party approaches, can serendipity bring them together?

Dedicated to my lovely friends and co-workers,  thank you,

Josh and Ryan for sharing your real life love story with me way back in 2010, and to Tom and Jonathan, your devotion to each other, and hilarious anecdotes of your life together are a continual source of inspiration.

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Noah ran for the early express the following morning. He leapt into the third carriage where the handsome man usually sat eating what Noah guessed was his breakfast. He raked the car with a hopeful gaze. Yes, there he was. The hot guy held his paper cup of coffee and, to Noah’s delight, stared at him with eyes full of attraction.

Noah swayed to the vacant space beside the man as the train pulled out of the station. He dropped to the seat and ran a hand through his damp hair. He propped his umbrella against the seatback in front of him. Noah tried to calm his heartbeat that raced along. He closed his eyes for a few seconds as his elbow briefly touched against the guy’s arm. It sent a spike of feeling through him, and Noah turned to the handsome man. “Still raining, huh?” How lame.

“Yes. It’s a nuisance getting wet every morning.”

Noah relaxed a little because the guy had answered. “I’ve seen you on this train before. You must work in the city.”

“Yes.”

Noah took a deep breath. He had no idea what to say next. He straightened and gazed ahead. “I should let you drink your coffee.” He isn’t eating today. The observation gave Noah another thing to say. “No Danish today, huh?” He cast a sideways glance at the man, hoping for more interaction.

The guy looked at him just as Noah did this. His blue eyes held interest and amusement.

“No.”

Noah knew disappointment would be in his eyes at this one-word reply again. He smiled gently. “Sorry, I don’t monitor you. I’m just being friendly.”

“It’s fine … yeah, good.” The guy smiled.

Noah took a few seconds to appreciate the smile. It made the guy even more handsome. Charmed, Noah smiled in return. “My name’s Noah.”

The man’s smile broadened. His eyes filled with affectionate mirth. “Noah … okay, you’d be comfortable with all this rain then.”

Noah laughed. He liked the comment. “Do I get to know your name?” He flashed the guy a look filled with hope and attraction.

The train slowed as it approached the city station.

Noah gazed at the handsome man. Come on, tell me your name, at least. You are so gorgeous…

His fellow traveler stirred, ready to depart the express. “Oliver. My name’s Oliver.” He gave Noah a gentle smile. In his eyes, Noah read loneliness.

An urge to take Oliver’s hand and draw him close gripped Noah. He squashed it and nodded. “It’s great to meet you, Oliver.”

The train stopped.

People rose from their seats.

Oliver stood.

Noah looked up at him, knowing he had to move so that Oliver could leave. He stood. He gazed into the blue eyes and then at Oliver’s lips. He’d been right. Oliver tilted his head only a little, but enough for warmth to rise in Noah’s lower stomach as he wished he could kiss Oliver. He stepped away, knowing it wasn’t appropriate. “Have a good day,” he murmured.

Oliver nodded. “You, too.” Then he’d gone.

Noah gathered his wits. He had to take a different route into the city the next morning, but after the weekend, he’d be back on this express looking for Oliver. He is hot.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing, December 8, 2020 release

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Releasing January 21 from Evernight Publishing, romantic #gay #SciFi #adventure, Love In Danger #MMromance @parr_books

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

Preview Teaser

Marcus soared above Sector Six with Corin seated beside him perusing the magnified images of the streets below from the cloaked skycar. They were on a reconnaissance flight ordered abruptly just before nightfall. The tech needed for this sort of mission necessitated the craft.

“What are we looking for?” He glanced across at Corin as he brought the skycar down to skim the three story buildings, knowing the Zangnuit’s supertech-infrared onboard cameras would show up in detail anything giving off a heat signature within.

“Not a clue, Marcus. I guess they’ll know it in operations when they see it. We just have to transmit the scanned data to them. So far, all appears peaceful. Holy fucking twin-moons, that’s Zeb.”

Marcus gazed down in the direction Corin waved. Sure enough, Zeb Farrell exited a skycar. They were low enough to see him with the naked eye, but Corin stared at the image on the computer screen. Marcus watched Zeb enter a building, then he took the craft a little higher and hovered. “Maybe that’s where he lives now. That street has the only dwelling blocks on it in the whole sector. The rest of the buildings are commercial.”

Corin leaned back in his seat. He slid his hand across and held Marcus’s free hand. “Maybe.”

Marcus put the craft on autopilot and leaned to Corin. He kissed Corin gently on the mouth. “You’re worried. Don’t be. We’ll figure this out, my love.”

Corin loosed his hand and Marcus drew away. He took back control of the craft and they completed the mission in silence, crisscrossing Sector Six until they’d scanned the whole area and the data sent to operations.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing, 2020

Find some magic with MM romance in #FirstChapterFriday from Hidden Magic #gayromance @parr_books @evernightpub

First Chapter Friday 

from Hidden Magic

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.

Chapter One

“Hey, Rowan, you might meet that special someone.”

Rowan made a face at his friend. “Unlikely—and if I did, what good would it be? He’d live in a different country. Here’s the real question. How am I going to stave off the boredom? There’ll be no parties, no special nights at our favorite gay bar—”

Jason shook his head as he interrupted Rowan. “I despair of you. Why go if that’s going to be your attitude?”

Rowan shrugged, knowing his friend had a valid point, but all the same, the optimistic comments from his group of friends over the last couple of months had begun to irritate him. When he needed a hug, empathy, and someone to let him wallow in misery for a while after his relationship break up, their constant attempts at cheerfulness hadn’t helped him heal his broken heart. He wished they’d just let him be gloomy for a few weeks, and as for him meeting someone special, Rowan had lost hope. It had taken so long to meet the man who’d finally broken his heart. Sex was easy to obtain, but love—not so much.

Rowan pushed his sandwich away and leaned back from the café table he shared with Jason. “I’m going to see my parents, and that will be good. They’ve wanted to take this vacation for a long time, and now Dad says he loves the place and wants to stay for a couple of months. I have to visit. It would be mean not to, but as for meeting someone I’ll expect nothing and that way I won’t be disappointed.”

Jason gave a loud sigh. “Look at this as an adventure. You might even get a white Christmas. You’ve never been farther than Palm Springs.”

Rowan tried to smile. “I know, but I’ve never wanted to. I’m happy here I kinda dread the eleven-hour flight.”

“Cowboy up, Rowan.” Jason grinned, then obviously giving up on the conversation he added, “Are you going to eat that sandwich, ’cos if not, let’s go. I’m meeting Paul at two.”

An unwelcome spike of jealousy at Jason’s mention of his husband made Rowan bow his head. “I’m not really hungry. Let’s go.” They’d already paid, so he stood and walked to the exit.

Jason followed him into the bright sunshine of the unseasonably hot LA day.

****

Owain Lovage closed the farm office gate and stepped away to survey his handiwork. The entire building glowed with Christmas lights. Snowflakes drifted in the frosty air, glistening as they fell through the beams of white sparkling light. A smile wreathed Owain’s face. He gazed past the building to the rows of stables where strings of festive lights entwined all the trees that lined the paths. Owain sighed with pleasure when each cloud of snowflakes changed color as they danced past the green, red, and blue lights.

It was only four PM, but an indigo sky heralded complete darkness and Owain had sent his staff home early. Owain expected the gentle fall of snow to turn heavy during the night. Two red deer returned to the farm having visited a nearby Christmas tree outlet to show off their antlers and pretend they led Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night. He gave them fresh straw and feed as he talked to them, went around the rest of the stables to check everything was perfect, and then he and three of the other staff had clambered around the office roof anchoring the seasonal lights. He hadn’t needed the help. In fact, if he’d wanted to, he could have gathered his magic and produced the decorations, but involving his staff was more fun. Owain didn’t use his magic much or often. He thought it was better that way.

He walked along the wide gravel drive to the car park, empty now of staff vehicles. His SUV stood under one of the silvery safety spotlights that perched on poles around the lot.

Owain lived at the end of the lane, but he’d needed to visit the village store at lunchtime or face having nothing for dinner that night, so he’d driven to work that morning. Sometimes Owain walked, and sometimes, when the snow was deep enough, he used his two huge and favorite red deer stags to pull a small sled. He loved those times, even though his colleagues thought it ostentatious. That was because they didn’t really know him, not the man who hid behind the frequently renewed glamor—the man whose pointed ears were pierced with rose-shaped diamonds, and whose dark hair held a streak of glowing silver. Owain belonged to the last family of elven people in the country. As far as he knew none of his family had seen or heard from any others in centuries.

He got into his car and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He could see through the spell cast to disguise his true looks when he wanted to, but over the years Owain had become attached to his human appearance. It wasn’t so far from reality. He only dropped the glamor at family gatherings, just as the rest of his kin did. Yule was one of those times, and Owain smiled as he started the car. Snow layered on snow making white the dark gravel of the car lot, and Owain’s eyes twinkled. Nothing pleased him more than a white Christmas, although the hard body of a man naked in his arms came a close second.

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#TeaserTuesday from new release #MMromance BLOND Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease.

Hot new release 

MM Romance, #paranormalromance

What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?

Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.

Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease. 

Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever loved. 

Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.

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Delicious Monday with #MMromance WIP 'Blond' #teaser #PNR

What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?

Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.

Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease.

Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever fallen in love with.

Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.

Liam's muse

Read a teaser 

Suddenly, beside him, reflected in the mirror-tiled back splash of the bar, his quarry leaned casually against the faux marble counter—the dark haired man and the light haired man, as tall and beautiful as each other.

It felt to Liam as if all the air had been sucked out of the room, and replaced with extreme sexual tension. Sex vibrated from the blonde. Liam took a ragged breath. He’d never experienced anything like it. He attempted to lift his glass, seeking the cold water against the rising heat in his balls and the gradual hardening of his cock.

“I saw you here last night. Can I get you another drink?”

The low voiced words flowed over Liam.

He edged his tall frame around to face the man. As he opened his mouth to answer he drank in the sight of the hunk beside him—green eyes the color of fresh grass—startlingly handsome face and a mouth that practically begged for kissing. Liam couldn’t help dropping his gaze and soaked up the implication of the bulge in the blonde’s suit pants. He raised his eyes and saw desire darken the enchanting verdant gaze.

“It’s iced water, thank you…” 

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017, Evernight Publishing

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

Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing All rights reserved 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read a teaser

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

Zachary grinned. “Every night.”

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

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

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

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 

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

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

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

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

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

Releasing tomorrow Thursday March 9, from Evernight Publishing 

Read the tease:

Janice Montgomery handed her husband, Jackson, a beer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing 

Warning book contains gay male sex in the love scenes
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