He's not even my type, is he? #teaser from hot new #MMromance BLOND

MM Romance, shifter gay romance

Blond

E.D.Parr

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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Karl gathered him close and held him.

Liam rested his face against Karl’s. A soft purring sound filtered through the haze of sex and intense feeling of belonging where Liam drifted. Happiness blanketed him and he listened, intrigued for a moment, then turned his face to capture Karl’s mouth in a kiss. “Hell, that was so good.”

Karl drew away. He pulled up his pants and clipped them closed. He straightened the fashionable thin black tie that still adorned his white linen shirt. He went to the hand basin and rinsed his hands. He splashed cold water on his face and ran his hands through his lush hair, forming darker streaks in the blond.

Liam watched fascinated by the fluidity in the gorgeous man’s actions and the way his muscles moved beneath his clothes. He dragged his jeans up, and pulled down his T-shirt left part way up his chest from when Karl had licked him. The memory gave him a spike of desire. He smiled at Karl, wanting to arrange to see the man again—to meet him—date him—get to know him.

Karl turned. His words speared Liam. “I need to go. I enjoyed being with you.”

Liam’s frown reflected his disappointment. He reached out. “Hey, wait, will I see you again?”

Karl had opened the door and was through it. He didn’t answer.

Liam washed up and sat on the bench. He gazed at the blue tiled floor and tried to stop feeling desolate. The encounter with Karl had raised hopes he’d pushed away in recent months. His body still felt relaxed and mellow from the fantastic orgasm Karl had given him, but an aching empty space had opened in his heart. It scared the hell out of him. He stood and wandered out to the bar.

Milo gave him a knowing look, obviously designed to tell Liam he knew about the tryst.

Liam left. He walked to his car in the warm, satiny, summer night air.

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By all the stars why? He gathered his magic as sadness weighed on his shoulders. #MMromance WIP for #midweektease

Midweek Tease is from WIP , MMromance, Fantasy, The Dreamboat

Indigo Vaughn stared down at the lights of the city far below. His sky barge, The Dreamboat, sailed majestically and wonderfully slowly through the night sky. The city and surrounding outer suburbs spread out like a twinkling jeweled carpet. Indigo sighed as his imagination took flight, and he dreamed up a beautiful man waiting there just for him. He will be muscled and tall, and have eyes that remind me of the deep blue sea off the coast of my Celtic home.

He drew in a ragged breath. The pain in remembering the far away and long ago place hit him like a spear in his heart. He forced himself on. I will twist my fingers in his night-dark hair and drag him to my kiss. His sexy lips will taste better than the sweetest wine, and once I have kissed him he’ll be mine forever. 

Indigo rested his forehead on the special glass of the window. He closed his eyes. He didn’t expect ever to meet this dream man. He’d lived for so long without love he sometimes wondered how much longer he could withstand the crushing sadness of his empty life.

Indigo could conjure the dreams of his clients, producing the spell for what they craved on The Dreamboat. Sometimes they lived their dream for the rest of their lives. Sometimes they simply fucked up the chance he gave them. Indigo opened his eyes and saw that the sky barge was over one of the huge lakes on the outskirts of the city.

It is my eternal curse never to conjure my own dream. I shouldn’t torture myself. I was warned.

He saw movement on the surface of the lake. Water boats crisscrossed the placid surface. Indigo left the window, exited his private quarters, and walked with all the grace he could muster to the consulting room. Two clients awaited him that night.

His assistant, Milan, greeted him as he entered the anteroom.

“Good evening, sir. The first of your clients is prepared.”

Indigo bestowed a grateful smile on Milan. “Thank you. I’ve read her request document and this won’t take long.”

He took a deep breath before he went into the consulting room. “Let nothing go wrong.” He always said this. It was his mantra to ward off anything bad, because Indigo, even after centuries, had never quite become used to his magic.

Milan responded to his call for the next client as soon as the woman left smiling after her consultation. He led the next client into the room. “Darian O’Harr, sir.”

Indigo kept his head bowed as if still reading this man’s request document. Immediately Milan and the client entered, the room had filled with expectation, hope, and as Indigo finally raised his eyes to the client’s, the air sparked and charged with sexual attraction. Indigo gazed at the man standing before him. His heart hammered in his chest as if trying to burst through the perfectly toned muscles and his dark shirt. Long ago he’d felt something like this, but the occasion was distant. Right then, he could barely breathe with the sensation as he attempted to appear impervious to the sight before him.

“Good evening. I’ve read your request and can grant your wish.” Indigo had to take a deep breath in order to go on. “Tell me, are you attending the festivities in the city for the queen’s name day?”

The beautiful man still stood. He cast a glance at the chair positioned an arm’s length away from Indigo’s own seat. His ocean eyes regarded Indigo, filling with amusement and kindness. “May I sit?”

Indigo closed his eyes for a second. He couldn’t control the desire that zapped through his body. Amazed by his reaction, he forced himself to nod calmly. “Of course, forgive my discourtesy.”

Darian O’Harr gave him a smile. “Thank you.” He drew aside his cloak, revealing an almost transparent cotton shirt that did nothing to conceal his hard muscled chest and allowing the sides of the cloak to fall over his hips, he sat.

Indigo feasted on the sight—dark, glossy hair, cut in a style that showed off the planes of his delectably handsome face and lips that enticed kisses. This man was his dream personified. It was heartbreaking. Indigo wondered if he’d be able to conjure the spell to give Darian O’Harr the lover he asked for. Indigo wanted Darian so much, his stomach ached, his chest hurt, his magic retreated under the blue gaze of the client.

“I, er, I will conjure the circumstances so that your wish is fulfilled. I note, I note that you prefer men.” Indigo glanced away from the expectant stare of this hunk before him. By all the stars why… He gathered his magic as sadness weighed on his shoulders. The only man I’ve seen in years who stirs my soul and I have to conjure another man to be his lover. He drove away the thoughts, and concentrated on a place, a time, a man who loosely fit the description Darian had written on the request document. 

In his mind’s eye, he saw the man, walking past a small marquee, the night lit with fireworks to celebrate the queen’s name day. Indigo pushed for the spell and raised his hands to form the magic into the usual glowing silver sphere

“Stop.” His client stood and grasped Indigo’s hands in his own cool, strong palms.

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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

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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…” 

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Yay luscious #MMromance Given Time releases Read a teaser #LGBT #books @evernightpub

Given Time
Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul. 
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties. 

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When Matt let his need to be with a man free, it overwhelmed him. He unleashed it then in the hope that Angel would see it and respond. He longed for the feel of this man’s hard body pressing the full length of his own—longed for kisses and more. He’d made hash of the meeting after discovering who the gorgeous guy was, now he had to make up for it. He stared hopefully at Angel.

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

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

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

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

“How long?” Angel’s voice was gentle.

Matt’s thoughts tumbled. “How long?”

“Since you had a guy in your life.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"5*I was totally captivated by this sweet, hauntingly beautiful tale about the soulmate connection between Angel and Matt. Everything from the tragic death of Angel's brother Rory to the series of coincidences bringing them together made this a story I would recommend to anyone who wants a satisfying emotional read."

(Please note that this is erotic gay romance.)

Thief of Hearts #MMromance new release How will Alex get Blake's attention? Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick. @evernightpub

Thief of Hearts

Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick.

M/M erotic romance—contains gay male anal sex, oral sex, partner masturbation in the love scenes

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He checked his coffee. Cool enough to drink. Kathy made the hottest coffee ever. It escaped Blake how she did it. He picked up his favorite stoneware mug and wandered to stare out at the day through the enormous plate glass windows of his eighth-floor office.

He cradled the mug in both hands. A weak sun filtered through dove-gray clouds. Blake longed for summer. Spring was cool and rainy this year. It echoed his forlorn mood most of the time. Summer meant he walked to work and sauntered home in the light evening, stopping to eat at one of the cafés, bistros, or restaurants along the way. Summer meant he might meet a guy in one of those places, if he was lucky. Blake sighed and drank some coffee. It was about time he met a guy and yet he lacked the confidence that anyone would ever want him again. I don’t have the heart to go to bars anymore, and I might run into John.

Lost in reverie, and shielded by the noise reducing double-glazing of the building, he didn’t hear the approach of the suspended scaffold containing the window cleaner. The cradle appeared before him on the other side of the glass and a gorgeous guy stared right at Blake.

Blake’s heart pounded. He had no idea why, except that the young man’s eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, and the smile that slowly spread over the window cleaner’s face contained undisguised appraisal.

Blake took a step back from the window. He’d moved too quickly and some coffee lurched out of his mug. He shifted sideways to avoid it splashing his pristine white shirt. With a murmur of annoyance, he glanced at the young man on the scaffold.

The blue eyes held mirth, twinkling at him from the deliciously handsome face. The smile became a moue, and the window cleaner gave Blake a hands-out shrug.

Blake read the whole gesture as sympathy, but far from it helping him, he felt like a fool doing a dance of surprise and desperation. He looked down at the dark wave shape on the carpet made by the coffee and sighed. Am I so lonely that the sight of a handsome man turns me into an idiot? Yeah…

In an effort to gain control, Blake dared to lift his gaze to the man outside. He’d expected water to smear the glass, but the guy hadn’t made any effort to clean the window so Blake had a clear view of the striptease the window cleaner engaged in. He lifted the t-shirt he wore at the hem and in a tantalizing move slid it up his torso.

Blake’s mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, muscular chest on display. The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. Blake caught his breath at the bulge in the front of the blue pants as the man thrust his hips a little taking the t-shirt over his head before he dropped it beside him onto the cradle floor.

Blake stared in open appreciation of the broad shoulders and muscled arms before him. A sigh escaped him. This man gave him butterflies. Blake’s cock stirred as the guy leaned close to the glass and blew him a kiss. A smile spread over Blake’s face as happiness took him over. He didn’t even care if the guy was mocking him. He allowed himself to enjoy the show.

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Given Time #MMromance #coverreveal releasing June 23 from @evernightpub

Given Time

Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.

Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.

Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.

As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.

A delicious love story with HEA

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Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love #teaser #MMromance

Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick. 

About writing the story

I loved writing this story. Alex the fun, sexy hero thinks nothing of wandering around on tall buildings both in his day job and in his clandestine antics at night.
Lovely Blake has the wrong idea about himself. The scare on his face is a heavy load for him to carry but hunky Alex sees the beauty before him and falls in love with Blake.
There are some red hot love scenes but behind them is a love story to make you smile.

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“Come in, Alex.” Blake’s voice caressed Alex.

He soaked up the welcome in the tone—basked in the desire saturating Blake’s gaze. Alex went toward Blake in a daze of lust and some emotion he couldn’t identify.

The door closed as he stopped an arm’s length from Blake inside the room. He turned to Blake.

Blake surged against him, grabbed his ass, and kissed him.

Alex threw his arms around Blake’s neck and crushed him against his body, thrusting his cock on Blake and returning the kiss desperately.

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Alex shares an elevator ride with the beast #SexySnippets #MMromance #gayromance

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This week from Thief of Hearts, an upcoming release from 

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Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick. 

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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.

The response to his kiss hardened his cock.

The beast grabbed his ass, thrust against him, kissed him with such hunger, Alex’s stomach tightened and his balls lifted.

Alex ran his hands into the beast’s thick dark hair and held his head, plundering his mouth with kiss after kiss, and grinding his cock on the beast’s hard body.

The man in Alex’s arms broke away. He gulped in air. “You’re the window cleaner.”

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Friday fever #teaser from #MMromance The Night Gardener He took the kisses like gifts to his soul #gayromance

Friday fever #teaser from The Night Gardener

Happiness blanketed Dane. He slipped his arms around Zachary’s waist and pulled him closer, so that Zachary’s hard body molded against his. His lips were so close to Zachary’s he could barely answer. He wanted a kiss so much. “Yes, yes, it’s more than a possibility. You’re all I can think about.” Dane gave in to his raging desire and kissed Zachary. The sweetness and passion in the kiss closed his eyes. He clung to Zachary and took the kisses Zachary returned. They swamped him in tenderness, like gifts to his soul.

He drew away to catch his breath, stolen clean away by the level of pleasure Zachary brought him. “I didn’t hear you leave the cottage for work. I didn’t hear you go to bed. Did you choose a room at the opposite end of the cottage?” He put a soft kiss by the side of Zachary’s mouth.

“Would you rather I had a room closer to you?”

Dane smiled as he answered. “If I’m honest I’d rather you were in my room.” His voice dropped to a whisper as fear this might be inappropriate hit him.

Zachary smiled against Dane’s lips as he grazed Dane’s mouth with his. “Deal.”

Dane’s stomach tightened. His thighs clenched as a throb of pleasure woke his cock. He couldn’t voice how much this meant to him, and he had to make sure Zachary meant it. He nudged his nose on Zachary’s and brushed his lips open-mouthed. “You’re sure?”

Zachary touched his tongue to Dane’s.

The surge of desire it brought practically drove Dane to his knees.

Zachary whispered his answer between kisses. “I have never wanted anything so much. I couldn’t believe my luck when I found you’d rented the cottage. Let’s just say from the minute I laid eyes on you I’ve known you were what I needed.”

Dane hugged him tight. Their bodies crushed together. Moments passed until Dane moved to gaze into Zachary’s eyes. “I guess I should leave you to your work.”

Zachary stepped away. “That or make love to me.”

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

From WIP, MMromance, Given Time 

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

“No, I’d like iced water, thank you.”

The young man left him to read the menu.

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

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

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

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

He could hide behind eating his meal.

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

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

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

“Can I get you anything, sir?”

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

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

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

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

The server left him.

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

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

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

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

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