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Love in Danger is fantasy/scifi adventure, a romantic story with sizzling hot love scenes between the heroes Corin and Marcus, but it's also a horror story.
Meet gorgeous Marcus D'Ath who loves Corin JaKobi, his warrior partner, and waits for Corin to tell him that he loves Marcus, too. Of course, Corin does, but he's been burned before and needs to be strong for the job he does, so he keeps his love for Marcus deep in his heart.
The dialogue between the warriors, Marcus, Zeb, who is Corin's ex-lover and a rogue hunter, and Corin is meant to be poignant and fierce at times. They come to realize how their lives have been manipulated and it's hard to take. It makes them question everything.
Get to know courageous, handsome Corin, the older and more experienced warrior of the pair, as he battles his own demons and those he's sent to kill.
The story contains violence, oppression, battle, and hope. I offset the horror elements with the hot love scenes between Corin and Marcus , and their lives together, taking care of each other in tender ordinary ways as well as in dangerous situations.
Here's the blurb:
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.
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?
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Love in Danger
by E.D. Parr
Chapter One
Mara
JaKobi’s eyes filled with tears as she watched the last shuttle depart from Elfinndor
for the space dock and the ships her people were relying upon to take them away
from the terror unleashed on the planet by the horrifying invaders. Her
husband, Tor JaKobi, was on the mainland defending the human population. Her
brother Jaf and his husband Benjamin had left that morning to join Tor. Mara
held her baby son close. One of the abbey monks put his arm around her
shoulders.
“Come
now, Mara. We’re taking refuge in the underground city.”
She
went with him. As she walked, she thanked all the gods that the invaders had
somehow missed seeing the space dock. It was in shadow, cast by their closest
moon at that time. The people on the ships might be the only survivors of this
attack. The guiding council had decided to send out these arks of their people
as a precaution. The cruisers would travel to an unoccupied planet, which the
Star Force had discovered some twin-moon cycles ago. Mara had seen pictures of
the place. It looked good—green and blue like Elfinndor did from space. It
wasn’t so far away that the people in the arks didn’t assume they might never
see the Old Island, Elfinndor again.
She
queued silently to descend into the underground city with the three thousand or
so of her people unable to fit in the cruiser class spaceships. Her parents
were on the shuttle. Guy and Jovan, silver-haired, elegant, and still beautiful
were among the last of her people to be born winged. Jaf, too, had that honor. The
two men had adopted her and Jaf. She had never known their birth parents. They
had perished on an ice planet during an exploration visit by Star Force when
Mara and Jaf were only six months old. Jovan had been a commander in the force
for many moons. Now his expertise and knowledge would help guide the ship to a
safe haven beyond the twin-moons that orbited the planet.
A
monk showed Mara to a small room expertly hewn from the granite with diamond
tip tools by the ancients when they’d first arrived on this planet.
Would
they be safe in the underground city? Everyone hoped so. Airshafts hidden from
prying eyes among the apple trees and vines ventilated the city. Food stored in
the cool storerooms couldn’t last more than six months. An underground
freshwater lake shimmered in the light generated by solar panels on the
greenhouse roofs where tomatoes still ripened. No one would suspect the cables,
disguised by vines and trailing flowers, plunged into the underground city. Still,
there was always the chance these invaders could find them if they succeeded in
overwhelming Elfinndor’s warrior force.
Two
monks rolled the circular door closed on the city.
Mara
perched on a wooden seat in her quarters and cradled her son. She ached for
Tor’s comforting presence. She daren’t consider the possibility she might never
see him, or Jaf and Benjamin again. Cold rivers of fear crept over her. Despite
Jovan’s pleading, she’d stayed for Tor JaKobi, her husband, and for her brother
Jaf, for the hope they would prevail against the shocking invasion.
****
On
the mainland, across the aqua sea, Tor JaKobi led an assault on the invaders.
They were difficult to injure or kill in their glittering, protective suits.
He’d found a small group of human men huddled in a storage building and
persuaded them to try and save their home. Now he wished he’d left them cowering
among the barrels and boxes. The invaders were killing his squad and the humans
easily. He gave his first officer a look full of worried exasperation. They had
little armor. They’d lived in peace for centuries. This was an affront to their
entire life philosophy as much as a danger to their lives. Although they’d
trained and maintained a small army of warriors, they’d never been in battle.
His
communicator trilled in his ear. Jaf and Benjamin had reached the shore and
joined another group of fighters ready for combat. Tor sighed. He sent a silent
prayer to the gods to keep the two young men safe. If he didn’t survive, Mara
would need her brother and his husband.
Ten
days later Tor reluctantly accepted defeat. He surrendered when offered a
treaty by the elders, a group of leaders from the invading horde. It was the
only way to save the remaining human population on the mainland from these
invaders whose daytime armor kept them invincible and whose swift and silent nighttime
skirmishes left corpses drained of blood in the streets.
Tor
signed the papers detailing the conditions of occupation. Without their armor,
sitting around a large polished table in one of the rooms of a building they’d
taken over, this group of invaders appeared human. They exuded a strange charm,
but it didn’t fool Tor. They offered refreshments stolen from the humans they’d
killed as if they’d grown the grapes and apricots to make the wine. Tor tried
to keep his disgust and anger under control. He seethed inwardly. He choked
down the protests that rose in his throat as he read the demands from the Zangnuit
elders. He wondered how he could face his people on Elfinndor and tell them
what he’d agreed to.
As
the remaining warriors traveled across the aqua sea, Tor JaKobi stood on the
deck of the ferry alone staring out at the strange, burnt orange light that
descended over the mainland. Jaf and Benjamin ran to him and hugged him close.
The comfort of the two men’s arms around him broke his composure and tears
tracked down his face.
Chapter Two
Centuries
passed with no word from the arks and Elfinndor became a shadow of its former
glory.
Corin
JaKobi watched from a doorway with resignation on his strikingly beautiful face
as the two men fought, the clash of metal ringing in the crisp night air. He’d followed
Zeb Farrell for the last half hour, as the notorious hunter wreaked havoc in
the nightclubs and bars across the Entertainment Sector.
Zeb
tracked a particular quarry of his own, and having found it, launched into a
fierce attack.
This
would be Zeb’s last fight and so Corin let him be as he battled with the being whose
physical strength now matched Zeb’s.
Corin
had seen this Fallen one consume enough blood in the Red Bars along his route
to fill out his original pale, thin form, and now he laughed aloud finding a
voice, taunting the hunter.
“Join
me. Throw down your weapon and accompany me on hours of delight. You have no
idea what you’re missing.”
The
hunter’s grim smile in answer accompanied a harsh, “Not a chance.”
Corin
didn’t doubt Zeb would dispatch the Fallen one, but then he had the miserable task of banishing Zeb.
Once
upon a distant time, he and Zeb were close—lovers, in fact, but that was long
past, and orders were orders even if they were hard to carry out. The order to
transport Zeb off world hadn’t come as a surprise, but Zeb’s period of
indiscriminate killing throughout the seven sectors had.
The
air near Corin stirred and he cast a swift glance at the beautiful man who’d
joined him in a shimmer of movement.
“I
didn’t expect you’d follow me tonight.”
Marcus’s
breath caressed his ear. “Huh, and miss seeing you banish Zeb? Not likely.”
“It’s
not a game. I wish it wasn’t my job this time.” Corin’s voice cracked with
emotion.
“I’m
sorry, my love.” Marcus’s expression held tenderness.
Corin
looked away. His task would be doubly hard with Marcus watching.
A
few steps away, Zeb Farell’s sword flashed in a sudden cross of light from the
twin moons, appearing low on the horizon as banks of clouds scudded away, and
the Fallen fell to his knees as Zeb’s blow cut him deep.
The
Fallen one, vulnerable to death despite his newly muscled form, made no sound,
only the clatter of his weapon on the cobbles as he dropped it.
Zeb
raised a foot and kicked the kneeling being in the chest revealing the extent
of his blow.
Bright
scarlet blood gushed from the body as the shoulders separated from the chest
and toppled onto the street. The rest of the body prostrate on the cobbles, Zeb
bent and closed the open eyes on the Fallen one’s face, the once silver gaze
now a flat gray. Zeb stood and in a sudden movement spun toward Corin.
“I
know you’re there, my lost love, and ready to do the task set you.”
Corin
stepped into the moonlight, his sword raised as he expected a fight from Zeb. His
heart lurched when Zeb gently smiled.
“Corin,
I can’t fight you.” Zeb threw his weapon down.
With
a heavy sigh, Corin sheathed his sword. “By order of the elders, you, Zeb
Farrell, are banished from this planet indefinitely.” He took the portalphone
from his belt and aimed it at Zeb.
“Wait. Kiss me goodbye, please.” Zeb held up one hand, the other
he placed over his heart.
Corin’s
breath caught. “I’m forbidden to.”
His
former lover’s eyes filled with pain. “No one will know.”
“I will … what happened? Why’d you go
rogue? What pushed you to this?” Corin’s own pain echoed in his tone, and he
waved his hands around in confusion.
“I
grew tired of the elders’ rules—no questions, blind obedience. I missed you. I … it doesn’t matter that I leave here.
I think that one day you’ll feel the same. Please
let me feel your lips on mine one last time.”
Corin
took the step and closed the gap between them. He grabbed Zeb around the head
and kissed him. The kiss lasted longer than he intended. Feelings Corin had
pushed to the bottom of his heart rose in a tide of remembrance and flooded his
body with tenderness. Horrified, he pushed Zeb away, aimed, and clicked the
button on the portalphone. Through the aura of white light cast as the portal
took him away, Zeb’s loving smile tore at his heart. Corin closed his eyes, but
he knew he’d see Zeb in his dreams forever as his old lover raised a hand in
farewell.
He
bent his head when scalding tears rushed from his eyes and traced a path down
his cool skin. To hide them, he scooped up Zeb’s sword, before he turned to Marcus
who joined him silently.
Marcus
placed his hand softly on Corin’s arm.
He
knew it was a gesture of support, but all the same, Corin shook it off.
“I
need to report the corpse.” He pressed the communicator lodged in his ear.
“JaKobi. The mission is complete, but there’s a bloody mess in Sector Five.
Send a cleaning unit ASAP. I’ll wait here in case the red stuff attracts
undesirable behavior.”
No
one had ventured into the street where the fight took place. Most inhabitants
knew better than to be around when hunters swooped on their quarry, but if Corin
and Marcus left the scene, anything could happen.
The
tears he’d shed dampened the scarf around his neck and he tugged it away from
his skin not wanting to acknowledge the emotions that had produced them.
Marcus
whispered. “I’m sorry. You still cared for him.”
Corin’s
reply was bitter to his own ears. “Zeb broke my trust and my heart.” He sighed.
“Also, there aren’t many of us, five hunter pairs—maybe a thousand or so of our
people left on Elfinndor, if that. It’s a shame to lose anyone.”
“He’s
turned bad. He hurt you. Try to forget him now.”
Corin didn’t answer.
The
cleaning unit showed up. Corin nodded a greeting to the team leader then gave Marcus
a look that meant they were leaving. He unleashed his wings and soared into the
bleak sky.
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For #FirstChapterFriday I've chosen Like a Thief in the Night @evernightpub #LGBTQ #gayromance #MMromance @parr_books 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.
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.
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?
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Chapter One
Saxon Dearing owned a pied-de-terre on the outskirts of the
city. That summer, after much searching, he’d chosen it for the huge French
windows along the studio balcony, and
for the two skylights in the shape of triangular prisms, one of which surprised
him with a view of stars on clear nights from his bed. Saxon had meant to buy an
apartment closer to the central business district, but on seeing the light
pouring into the rooms, its location had become secondary for Saxon. He
reasoned that it was close enough to where he worked. He could still walk
there, and Saxon intended only using the apartment three nights a week anyway.
Impatient to secure the place, Saxon offered cash in settlement, and to his joy,
the purchase sailed through rapidly. He was soon jingling the keys in his
overcoat pocket as he rode the old-fashioned elevator in the building to his
second home on the fourth floor of the converted warehouse. Saxon could have
run up the carpeted stairs, but the ornate metal cage with its diamond shapes, and
the carved oak half-doors of the elevator, gave him a surge of happiness as he
used them.
****
The early autumn morning dawned gray. Thunder growled in the
distance as Saxon drank his breakfast coffee and gazed out of the French
windows. The view of the city resembled a black and white still, slowly being
dappled with muted yellow and orange lights that flickered on as people arrived
in the office blocks and lit their working environment.
Thursday meant Saxon wouldn’t stay in the studio apartment
that night. He put the dishes he’d used the night before and his coffee mug
into the dishwasher. After setting it going, he tidied the place before taking
a shower and dressing. He emptied the laundry hamper that included the towel
he’d used into his expensive washer-drier and threw in the detergent capsule.
He never used any other cycle so he snapped the door closed and pressed the
button that shone lime green telling him the machine was ready to go.
Saxon sang snatches of a favorite song as he pulled on his
overcoat and picked up his grip bag and briefcase. Rain splattered noisily on
the skylights and Saxon glanced up. Rivulets ran down the apex and disappeared.
Saxon presumed guttering then carried the water away.
As he locked the door, a smile spread on his face. Saxon
knew how lucky he was to leave the city behind for a whole three days each
week. He worked from home on those days. Home in this instance, being the beach
house up the coast given to him by his grandparents. Deciding against the
elevator, Saxon ran down the stairs to the lobby of the building and froze as
the severity of the downpour became clear. Rainwater pooled outside the door
and practically a stream ran along the sidewalk. Hell, I better get a cab. He snatched his smartphone from his
pocket and pressed the number he’d allocated to quick call for a taxi company.
****
There’d been no letup in the autumn storm all day. Twilight
fell early and Saxon gazed from his office window at the lights from nearby
office blocks undulating in the sheets of rain. Flood warnings popped up on his
desktop from the two weather bureaus he subscribed to, bringing a frown to his
face. He flicked his gaze back to the stock market figures with a sigh.
Clearly, he’d be staying in the city at least that night, maybe longer. He
worked until trading closed in New York, and then after calling a cab, he
packed up to go home. Best go home and
start work again. If I stay here, I might not get a cab later. London doesn’t
close for a while anyway…
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He looked down at Matt’s hand on his. He raised his eyes and his voice was practically a whisper. “I hoped by the end of the night that you wouldn’t be a stranger and that we certainly would meet again.” Given Time #giveaway #gayromance #LGBTQ @parr_books @evernightpub
Matt cradled
the whisky glass in his hand for a few seconds. His heartbeat sped up as
anticipation flooded him. The handsome man who’d sat alone and ate little
fascinated him. Matt knew the guy stared without seeing for a while, and then
the eye contact when he saw Matt, was electrifying. No one had ever looked at
Matt that way. The sheer sexual hunger and loneliness in those pale eyes forced
a shock of attraction to spark along his stomach muscles. There was no mistake.
This handsome man was gay. Matt swished his drink around and the ice cubes
clinked in the glass. Will he join me?
Let him take the chance. It’s time I had someone in my life.
Matt forced
himself to lean casually on the bar. He put down the glass. His hand shook. Fucking calm down. He might not come. He
probably won’t. It was a bad idea to send a note. Who do I think I am, some
movie character? Matt felt rather than saw his quarry approach. His mouth
went dry. He suddenly wanted the beautiful Italian tiled floor to open up and
let him fall into the hole where failed attempts at finding love littered the
black chasm.
“I got your
note. Thank you … for sending it … I asked for my coffee to be sent in. Would
you like a cup of coffee … or another drink?”
Matt’s
entire body reacted to the low, halting tones of the man’s voice. Relief and
fear flooded him. He sent a silent request into the ether, which generally fed
him premonitions. Don’t let me mess this
up. He straightened and faced the man taking in every facet—pale green
eyes, like the shallow water lapping at a tropical beach, the sort of handsome
face that usually carried guys into a modeling career, and wavy dark hair that
Matt itched to run his fingers through. His stomach clenched and a strange
melting feeling gathered between his legs. Fucking
hell, he’s amazing.
Matt tried a
smile hoping it didn’t manifest as a grimace.
“Hi. Matt
Loewe. Thanks for showing up.” What? Thanks for showing up, hell.
“Angel Starc,
pleased to meet you.” The gorgeous man held out his hand.
Surprised by
the Starc name, and how stupid he probably sounded, Matt hesitated to take the
handshake, and then he grasped the cool strong hand. A moment of extreme
connection made him widen his eyes at Angel. Matt’s ‘mysteriousness’ ignited
and he felt as if he knew this man, or, ridiculous as it seemed to his common
sense right then, that they belonged together.
Angel’s gaze
locked with his and Matt saw the dark pupils expand over the sea-green eyes.
Emotions ranged there, too, and Matt responded to the apparent attraction and
kindness, trying to sound more in control.
“I mean, I
hoped you’d meet me. Let me get you something to go with the coffee—cognac maybe?”
He forced the tremor from his voice.
Angel took a
deep breath. “Tell you what. I’ll order whisky and coffee for us both and you
grab that table in the corner.”
Matt cast a
glance toward the corner of the room. He turned his face to Angel Starc.
“Sure.” He
left his glass on the bar, and attempted a saunter to the table for two, set up
next to twin Kentia palms in huge terracotta pots. Still completely shaken by
this turn of events, where not only had he encountered a guy he was intensely
attracted to, the guy’s eyes reflected the emotion, Matt sat and loosened his
tie. He’s Angel Starc, though. In this
town, he has to be a relative of Rory Starc. Take it easy. He watched Angel
talking with the bartender. His heart did a weird thump as Angel walked toward
the table, gave him a smile like sunshine on a winter’s day, and sat opposite
him.
A server
strode to the table and placed glasses of whisky before them both.
“I asked for
ice. It looked as if you’d taken ice in your other drink—odd shaped chips of it
diluted the dregs. When I saw you in the restaurant I thought you were
familiar, but we haven’t met before.”
Matt
considered his words, trying to choose the right ones. “No, but I wonder if you
saw me visit the house where Rory Starc lived, perhaps…”
Angel raised
his hand. “Of course … you laid flowers at the gates. I, er, I did notice you.
I was across the street in my car.” He gave a laugh, though there wasn’t much
mirth in the sound, more like self-deprecation. “I sat there summoning the
courage to go into my brother’s home.”
Consumed by
a wish to comfort Angel, Matt rushed in. “I’m so sorry to hear about Rory. I
honestly don’t know much about his family. I can’t remember reading about a
brother. You must be devastated.”
Angel gazed
into his eyes. “We were estranged, but yes, it’s hard. Thank you for the
flowers. I, I…”
Instinctively,
Matt reached out and placed his hand over Angel’s as it rested on the table.
“There’s
nothing as good as talking to a stranger. You can let everything out knowing
you probably will never meet again.” Hell,
there I go again. When I want nothing other than to get to know him, I’m
encouraging him to leave.
Angel looked
down at Matt’s hand on his. He raised his eyes and his voice was practically a
whisper. “I hoped by the end of the night that you wouldn’t be a stranger and
that we certainly would meet again.”
Matt
couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. Angel’s words drenched him in relief and
hope.
“Yes … so do
I. I’m sorry. I’m hopeless at this.” He smiled, genuinely grateful for Angel’s
candor.
Angel
grinned at him. “I’m not great at flirting. Let’s just tell the truth. I saw
you. I think you’re hot as hell. I haven’t had a relationship of any kind for
almost a year. I’m out of practice and feel guilty because I’m talking to a
gorgeous guy and happiness is trickling through me when I’m here because my
brother died, but I need this, to, to feel real. Does that make sense?”
The coffee
order arrived and the server arranged the cups on the table.
Matt waited
until they were alone again before he leaned forward.
“I
understand. There’s just a chance we were meant to meet—not, not that your
brother had to die for it to happen.” Hell,
what’s wrong with me? “I came here to work with him—with Rory. I’m an
artist, and he invited me to work on an installation with him. I flew in from
Paris. I had no idea until I arrived that he’d died.” He tried to salvage the
romance that was in what Angel had said to him. “I’m attracted to you, too.”
Matt felt like an idiot.
Angel stared
at him for a few seconds. “Wow, I was in the airport about to board a plane to
Paris when I heard about Rory’s death on the news. Hell of a way to hear about
it, but I drove here instead. That’s weird, huh? You believe in fate then?
Sounds like it.”
Matt winced.
“There’ve been a few incidents in my life that have me believing in something—not
sure what.” Worry stopped him from saying more. He’d lost a lover before with
this kind of revelation. Not that Angel was a lover, yet, but Matt silently admitted
to wishing he could cut through all the preliminary talk and crush Angel to his
body in a hug. When Matt let his need to be with a man free, it overwhelmed
him. He unleashed it then in the hope that Angel would see it and respond. He
longed for the feel of this man’s hard body pressing the full length of his own—longed
for kisses and more. He’d made hash of the meeting after discovering who the
gorgeous guy was, now he had to make up for it. He stared hopefully at Angel.
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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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.
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Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and
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their past anxieties.
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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?
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A muted trill
emitted from Marcus’s communicator and with his exceptional hearing, Marcus
caught the sound. He and Corin always placed the tech on a small table near
their armoires, hoping the things wouldn’t alert them to a job before they’d
slept a few hours at least. Marcus crept from the bed. It was huge and low so
that there was little bounce back as he removed his muscled body. All the same,
he cast a worried look at Corin, hoping his lover would sleep a little more.
He padded to
the table and snatched up his communicator, lodging it in his ear as he
silently left the room. He listened to the message as he walked to the living
area and then, when he thought Corin wouldn’t hear, he clicked the button on
the tech and answered.
“Marcus D’Ath.”
“Freeloader
alert, Sector Seven, can you deal?”
Marcus heaved a sigh. “On way.”
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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?
Read a hot snippet
Corin received a call on his communicator just as he
and Marcus loaded the crockery from their meal into the dishwasher. He looked
over at Marcus as he listened to the order and gave his lover a stare to convey
annoyance at the task they’d been given.
Marcus grinned in return at the silent communication
and pressed the button on the panel to start the machine.
He leaned on the counter, arms folded, waiting for
Corin.
Affection flowed over Corin as he looked at Marcus. He
traced the handsome man’s face with appreciative eyes. He walked quickly to his
lover, dropped the communicator onto the table as he passed, and slipped his
hands around Marcus’s face. He kissed Marcus tenderly, until his lover grabbed
his hips and thrust against him with a low moan. Passion surged through Corin
and he rained hungry kisses on Marcus’s lips.
He broke to breathe and whisper. “We have a job over
in the badlands. Some idiot’s crash landed over there.” Then he kissed Marcus
again. He swept his hands along his lover’s shoulders and down his sides to
pull off his lover’s soft shirt. Raw sexual need gripped him and he ran his
fingers over Marcus’s muscled chest. Little sounds escaped him as Marcus
returned his frantic kisses.
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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.
In fact, Noah is super attracted to
Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.
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.
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.
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