STRING OF PEARLS by E.D. Parr @evernightpub @parr_books

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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.

 

 

Blurb

Handsome, elite space pilot, Tobias Mars is completing a special mission, when on a water planet, recently ravaged by space pirates, he discovers Dreft Hann hiding and injured in the sand dunes.

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?

Warning, the book contains MM sex, MMM sex, gay anal sex, MM oral sex

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Tobias Mars gazed at Dreft lying on top of the bed in room ten of the infirmary. Hari’s treatment had worked wonders and not only on Dreft’s wounds. Hari had cleaned Dreft up. His hair, now a dirt-free glossy hazelnut brown was brushed back to show off the handsome planes of his face. Hari had replaced Dreft’s strange boy-like clothes with the infirmary’s grey cotton pants and t-shirt. The man was, as his colleague, Dante, put it, deliciously pretty. For a fleeting moment, Tobias wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect lips and hold that muscular body to his own. He shook the thought away.

Dreft opened his eyes and a shy smile spread on his mouth. As Tobias neared him, he shuffled up the bed to sit. “Thank you so much for helping me, sir.”

Tobias pulled a chair beside the bed and sat. “My name’s Tobias, Tobias Mars—no need to call me sir. How are you feeling?”

The handsome man’s eyes held gratitude. “I’m so much better. Thank you. I noticed the insignia on your jacket, sir.”

Tobias grinned as his fingers went to trace the gold and blue embroidered crest. “I’m one of the queen’s pilot explorers. I guess you could call us the elite unit. All the same, call me Tobias. I’d like that.”

“I’ve heard that you have to be aristocracy to be chosen for the unit. Is that true?”

A little frown creased between Tobias’s eyes. “Have you? Where’d you hear that?” A spike of worry prevented him from answering with the truth. His intense security training from the warlock, Indigo Vaughn, threw a question into his mind. Could Dreft be a rival court’s spy or even assassin?

“Sorry. I mean no harm. I heard a lot of things during my years as a slave.” Dreft’s voice held anxiety. His blue eyes clouded.

Witnessing Dreft’s unease, a wave of kindness softened Tobias’s look and tone. “How long were you a slave?” He remembered Hari’s description of the scars on Dreft’s back.

Sadness passed in Dreft’s eyes. “Five years—I’ve been a slave since I was stolen from my home when I was eighteen. I, I’d become desperate, hence the leap from the ship when we cruised reasonably low to take water from the lake on the planet where you rescued me.” His voice cracked a little.

Tobias watched fear replace the sadness in the young man’s eyes. He wanted to lighten the mood. “Hey, are you hungry? I bet Hari hasn’t given you breakfast and I’ve not eaten yet. Do you feel up to a little walk? My home isn’t far. I have loads of food—fruit, pancakes, savory pastries, and coffee. What do you say?”

Dreft gave him the most endearing look. “I’m very hungry.”

Tobias stood and pushed the chair away from the bed. He held out his arm for Dreft to take and helped him stand. “Hang on. You have no shoes.” Tobias left Dreft perched on the side of the bed. He went to the closet inset at the end of the wall and brought back a pair of felt slip-ons for Dreft.

Dreft pushed his feet into them. “Thank you. I think the medicA threw away what I was wearing.”

“Hari is the best medicA available. I trust him implicitly, but he’s a hygiene fanatic. He probably burned what you were dressed in.” Tobias laughed. “Can you manage or will you take my arm. It’s a gesture of support.”

Dreft’s gaze raked Tobias’s face and he smiled softly. “I know the clothes you found me in probably gave you the impression I’m a pirate’s plaything. I’d like to explain—”

“You don’t need to—” Tobias hurried to assure Dreft.

“I want to.” He held Tobias’s arm.

“After you’ve eaten, then.” Tobias led the way from the room, along the corridor and out of the infirmary door. His villa was two doors down from Dante’s and he walked slowly favoring Dreft’s halting steps.

“I’m limping but Hari said my legs were only bruised under the abrasions. Sorry. I didn’t expect them to hurt so much. My ribs don’t and they were broken.”

“Hari fixed your ribs and administered slow release pain reliever at the site. He fixed your abrasions somewhat, but it’s good to heal naturally where possible. He wants you to rest.” A smile sprang to Tobias’s lips. “If he sees us, he’ll probably say to me, ‘Sir, you got Dreft Hann up too soon.’”

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HIDDEN MAGIC by E.D. Parr @evernightpub @parr_books

Thank you for hosting me with new release MM romance Hidden Magic.

I had this story in my head for months before I started to write it. The elf, Owain Lovage, was so clear in my imagination but not his lover to be. Rowan kept disappearing and then reforming. I knew he had to be special because Owain is so sure he can never have a human partner.

***

Blurb:

Owain is lonely but he’s a happy soul, already in love with nature and as much as Rowan stirs him as they meet, Owain is calm and takes the love poured out to him from Rowan like gifts.

Rowan is highly sexual and used to taking what he needs from the men he meets. He pursues Owain from the start, but as soon as they connect, he’s lost in a pull of attraction he’s never felt before. He falls in love with Owain long before he knows it.

There’s a twist, as always, in my romances and of course a happy ending. I hope you enjoy the passion between these two men and the fun in the build to the end where I allow life to play tricks on them the way we all know it can.

 

Warning: This MM love story contains, MM sex, rimming, frottage, in the frequent love scenes

*Paranormal gay male romantic erotica, Hidden Magic, 114 pages

 

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“I should get home.” Owain closed the trunk and walked with Rowan to the cottage.

Rowan led the way down the hall and into the dining room where he placed the box he carried on a long table. “Why, Owain? Is someone there waiting for you? Do you have a boyfriend?” His cock still strained against his jeans, and he ached to hold Owain close. It was as if he’d already become addicted to the gorgeous man who glanced at him with his sexy dark eyes.

Without answering, Owain carefully placed the box of mistletoe on the table.

Rowan gazed at Owain. He had to know right then if this man was available. “Tell me.”

Owain’s eyes filled with what looked to Rowan like pleasure and amusement—a strange mix of emotions.

Rowan smiled, happier. “Please.”

“I have no one waiting for me. I don’t have a boyfriend, lover, or partner. I have somewhere to be, though. There’s always a family gathering for Yule. People come from across the country. I always help plan it.” He smiled and touched Rowan’s arm. “We could meet tomorrow.”

The smile and suggestion sent waves of happiness over Rowan. “I’ll come out to the car with you. We’ll make arrangements.” He followed Owain to the driver’s side of the SUV.

Owain leaned against the door and held out his arms.

Rowan’s heart leapt as he saw the gesture. There was no one to see, and he surged into Owain’s arms, pushing his cock on Owain’s hard body. “You’ll never know how welcome this is, to press against you, to have you hold me. Owain, I want you so badly. I can’t believe it.” He murmured the words a breath away from Owain’s lips—then Owain kissed him. It was like falling into a soft, sexual haze that lifted him from his feet. His eyes closed, heavy with lust, and he grabbed Owain’s hips to thrust his lower body along Owain’s until with a groan he contacted the hard column of Owain’s cock. “You want me, too.”

Owain left his mouth as Rowan broke the kiss to breathe and speak. He nuzzled one of Rowan’s ears and whispered. “I’m fucking desperate.”

Rowan pushed his hand between them and pressed his palm on the shape of Owain’s erection.

“I wish there was somewhere to go now. I wish I could open your pants and suck the cum from you. I’m so hard my cock’s aching.”

Owain gently put him at arm’s length. “I’m the same, but I must go now. I work at the reindeer farm, that’s my place. In my jacket pocket there’s a business card. Come to see me any time tomorrow. I’ll show you around.” He brought out the card he’d referred to and held it out to Rowan.

Rowan took it. “I will.” He gazed at Owain. “I never expected to meet you.”

Owain leaned to his face and placed a soft, quick kiss on his mouth. “I’m glad you did.”

 

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BLOND by E.D. Parr @evernightpub @parr_books

 

MM Romantic erotica, shifter gay romance

Blond

by 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.

 

Warning this book contains:

MM sex, MM anal sex
in various positions, MM oral sex, MM sex in restrooms of gay bar, MM partner
masturbation and anal play 

Read a teaser 18+

Karl rested his face on Liam’s. He whispered on Liam’s mouth. “You’re hot as hell. I’m fuckin’ desperate to feel your hard cock in my hand.” Then he kissed Liam.

The passion that traveled over Liam as Karl’s lips merged with his in a slow, soft, lingering kiss, weakened his thighs. The skin between his legs under his balls throbbed. His cock jerked in his pants. He returned the kiss grabbing Karl’s head and thrusting his cock in upward strokes on the hard column in Karl’s pants. He kissed Karl until every fiber of his being screamed to come. He murmured between kisses. “The restroom here is a good place for desperados.”

Karl smiled against his mouth. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He crushed Liam close in a final hug as the song ended and then he broke away.

Liam followed Karl across the dance floor and through the door that led to a short corridor and the restrooms. These weren’t like the toilets in some gay bars that Liam disliked for their barren and sometimes grubby surrounds. The restrooms in this bar were sparkling clean and spacious. Two of the stalls at the end of the row had benches and wash basins. Liam had laughed at them when he’d first seen them, but now he walked past Karl and showed him into one.

Karl flicked the catch along on the door lock. He pushed Liam against the wall with one hand, and as his tongue forced Liam’s lips open, with the other hand he dragged Liam’s jeans zipper down.

Liam moaned, overwhelmed with the need to feel Karl’s hands on his cock. He grabbed his jeans to help, and jerked them down his ass to his thighs as he sucked Karl’s tongue into his mouth. His cock sprang free, but not for long.

Karl grasped the shaft. He drew way from Liam’s lips and gazed into his eyes. “You’re leaking. You look ready to be fucked. Do you want that? To be fucked? To have my hard dick ram into your ass until your cum spurts up your chest?”

Liam’s entire body went into meltdown. His cock throbbed and his balls lifted so tight he instinctively reached his hand down to stroke them. His fingers met Karl’s wrapped around his dick. Liam’s stomach tightened inwards and he groaned. “I need to come so bad I’m about to fall down.”

Karl knelt and pushed his fingers between Liam’s legs. He stroked Liam’s balls with his thumb and clamped his other hand around Liam’s cock tight. The helmet head poked out of his fist and Karl lapped at the slit then circled his tongue around and around until Liam was gasping and thrusting.

Karl pumped Liam’s dick fast and hard. He teased at Liam’s ass with his fingertips and his palm cradled Liam’s aching balls.

Liam orgasmed with such intensity he grabbed Karl’s shoulders bending his head, and groaned open mouthed against the white linen shirt Karl wore. He thrust up into Karl’s fist and only stopped as the waves of delicious pleasure waned and left him drowning in satisfaction and gratitude.

Karl pushed Liam’s shirt up with strong hands and licked up his stomach.

The trail of exquisite sensation he left made Liam wince and sigh. He grasped Karl’s head, his fingers slipping through Karl’s soft, abundant hair, trying to bring Karl’s face to his for a kiss. “Kiss me, please…”

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GIVEN TIME by E.D. Parr @evernightpub @parr_books

 

Thank you for inviting me to your blog with new Evernight Publishing M/M erotic
romance, Given Time.
 
I wrote this story intending to dedicate it to someone
in the front of the book when the  publisher asked if I had a dedication.
In fact, I didn’t when given the chance, because it no
longer seemed appropriate.
 
The inspiration for the story came last Christmas when
I went to stay with friends in another county, but one that I
know very well and have lived in. Just like Matt in the story I was shocked and deeply saddened
when a much-loved celebrity suddenly died on Christmas Day. I’d followed this artist’s work for
years and, because he was a musician, the lyrics and his songs had often lifted
me from sadness.
 
Like many others I wandered off to the house the person
lived and died in, which was just a couple of miles away in the next village. I
sat in my car watching the parade of people placing tributes along the wall of
the house.
 
The core of the inspiration came from seeing a lone man
approach as fog descended on the long pathway. He was tall, slender, dressed
stylishly from head to foot in black, and he carried a bunch of white lilies
that he placed beside other flowers. His melancholy exuded from his elegant
movements. The sight struck me and I couldn’t put it out of my mind as the circumstances surrounding the  death of this musician was reported in the news for weeks.
 
I know a little about the deceased’s life and know
sadness surrounding his love-life was often woven into his songs. I wrote the
story for him … for him to have a happy ending. If that sounds weird, then
that’s okay … he gave me, and still does, such pleasure through his music.
 
The story isn’t about a musician. It’s about life and
love. There are a number of scorching hot love scenes in the story, which I
enjoyed writing for the two heroes, Matt and Angel, who after hoping for love,
finally find it.
Thank you to the unknown, gorgeous man who laid lilies
outside the big old house.

Given Time

 

Blurb:

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.
 
(Romantic erotica with HEA, warning, contains anal M/M
sex, frottage, gay partner oral sex, partner masturbation, and explicit gay
male love scenes)
Be teased… 
(18+excerpt)
 
He kissed Matt, gently, soaking up the feel of Matt’s
skin against his nose. He thrust his hips so that his lower body crushed on
Matt’s and the unmistakable shape of Matt’s cock, hard and bulging in his pants
met Angel’s cock. A low groan escaped Angel and he deepened the kiss, clinging
to Matt, as his legs weakened and his heart pounded.
 
Matt pushed his arms around Angel’s neck, and Angel’s
hands fell away from the grip on his shoulders. Matt’s murmur penetrated
Angel’s haze of pleasure. “I can’t even think straight, but I know I want you
naked in my arms.” He rained kisses on Angel’s mouth.
 
Angel pushed his hands between their bodies. He traced
Matt’s erection with his fingertips and then cupped it in his palm, pressing
against the fabric of Matt’s pants.
 
Matt’s groan on Angel’s lips sent a shock of desire
through his balls.
Angel opened Matt’s pants in a rapid move and thrust
them down his thighs. He dragged Matt’s boxers down and grabbed his cock. The
rock-hard column filled his fist and extended inches over it. He sighed out the
pleasure the feeling gave him, kissing Matt hungrily. Angel’s cock strained
against his pants and his stomach clenched so tight it made him breathless.
 
“Take off your clothes.” Matt’s urgent whisper teased
on Angel’s lips.
 
Angel hurried to comply. He slid his hand from Matt’s
cock taking with it the pulse of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. He licked
his finger gazing into Matt’s eyes.
 
Matt gasped as he watched. He dragged off his jacket
and pulled his tie from around the collar of his shirt. Practically wrenching
the buttons from his shirt, he yanked it down his arms.
 
Angel gazed at him, taking off his jacket and shirt as
he savored the sight of Matt’s muscled torso, and the way Matt’s perfect cock
bounced as he moved. Matt was already naked and Angel went to him. He grabbed
his ass and pulled him close. “Fucking hell, you are so hot, and it’s been so long for me I might come just looking at
you.” He kissed Matt.
 
Matt’s response made his cock jerk. The passion in his
kiss scorched down Angel’s stomach. He escaped Matt’s lips with a groan and
pulled off his pants, levering off his boots as quickly as he could.
 
Matt ran his hands along Angel’s ass.
Angel jerked upright and spun around.
Matt’s eyes darkened and he held out his arms.
 
Angel rammed his body on Matt’s and they crashed
together, murmuring hoarse sounds. Matt’s cock rubbed on Angel’s and he rocked
his hips so that the hard columns slid along each other. His chest felt tight
as his lower body clenched with the need to come.
“I might fucking fall down if I don’t come soon.” He
whispered…
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THIEF OF HEARTS by E.D. Parr @evernightpub @parr_books

 
 
Thank you for inviting me to your lovely blog with new release, Thief of Hearts.
 
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 scar on his face is a heavy load
for him to carry but hunky Alex sees the beauty before him and falls in love with Blake.
There are some red-hot love scenes but behind them is a love story to make you smile.
Alex isn’t who he first appears to be. Love changes him as much as it lifts Blake from his
self-doubt.
I hope that you enjoy their story.

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
 
Read a teaser…
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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THE NIGHT GARDENER by E.D. Parr @evernightpub @parr_books

 

The Night Gardener

E.D.Parr

#MMromance

new release from Evernight Publishing

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?
 
From the author:
Inspired by some wild countryside, and a rushing river that stormed under a bridge so loudly, I couldn’t
hear what a friend said to me, for me this story is as much about nature as
love. I’ve always believed there are more things in the elegant stream of life
than we know about, and this story is about a young man who loves life so much
he finds a way to live it. There are some heartstring tugs in this story, and
some hot love scenes, because this is a love story. It’s a journey for both
characters, Dane and Zachary to deep, lasting love.

 

Read an excerpt 
 
The gardener slotted his logs into the spaces between other logs already in the
nook bricked into the side of the fireplace. “Zachary Yarrow.”
 
Dane folded his arms over his body, wishing he’d thought to close the door as
chilling air swept along the hall and into the room. “Dane Lovell.”
 
Zachary stood, having completed his task. “You’re here off season. I guess you know. I
always do the gardens off-season—have done for the last—well, for years. When
I’m here, I usually stay in this cottage. I guess I need to find somewhere else
this time.”
 
Cold, Dane accepted the information with a nod. “I need to close the door, Mr.
Yarrow.” He returned to the back door and closed it up.
 
Zachary Yarrow had followed. “You can call me Zachary.”
 
Dane hung around near the back door. The gardener showed no signs of leaving and
Dane didn’t know how to be rude enough just to ask him to go.
 
“It’s way too dark to garden. You’re wet through.” Dane’s gaze ranged over the sodden
sweater Zachary wore, and along the rain-darkened jeans covering Zachary’s
muscled thighs.
The guy has to be cold. “Can I offer you a cup of coffee?”
 
Zachary grinned happily. “A cup of coffee, yeah, that will be great, thanks.”
 
Dane led the way back into the kitchen. “Sit by one of the radiators and try to dry
out a little.” He put water to boil and heaped instant into mugs. “I can lend
you a dry sweater…”
 
Zachary leaned close to the radiator. “It’s okay. I’ll drape my sweater on here. It’ll
be dry in no time.” He pulled the soggy item over his head and arranged it on
the hot metal flutes.
 
Dane experienced a shock of attraction as he took in the smooth, muscled chest on
display when Zachary turned to him.
 
“Look, it’s already steaming.”
 
Dane tore his gaze from Zachary’s body and glanced at the sweater. The kettle boiled
and he whipped around to make the coffee, thankful for the diversion.
 
“Do you take sugar or cream?”
 
Zachary’s voice came from immediately behind him. “Black, thank you, no sugar.”
 
Dane closed his eyes to dissipate the surprise Zachary’s silent approach gave him.
He edged around to face Zachary, who stood so close Dane’s composure flew clean
away as his whole body reacted to the proximity of this complete hunk.
Holy hell, he is completely gorgeous. Dane stepped sideways and picked up a
mug. He handed it to Zachary. “Coffee, er, sorry, its instant. I’ve given
myself a vacation from grounds and filters.” He smiled apologetically.
 
Zachary studied him for a few seconds.
 
Dane had the distinct feeling Zachary knew exactly what he was thinking.
 
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FALLING STAR VALENTINE by E.D. Parr @parr_books @evernightpub

 

Falling Star Valentine

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Fashion photographer Dale Walker takes a train to his hometown, relocating there after nursing a broken heart for six months in another city. His train makes an unscheduled stop to take on a mysterious passenger.

For a long time, Valentine Steel has hoped to meet a man who will love him. When he sees Dale on the train, he’s overjoyed to find a vacant seat beside Dale.

Dale’s immediate attraction to Valentine has him on edge. He doesn’t want another broken heart, and yet Valentine is so magnetic Dale’s frozen heart begins to thaw.

Valentine sets out to charm and capture Dale in his sparkling aura. He can’t let the chance to have Dale’s love slip away. This could be his last chance to stay on Earth the planet he loves.

 

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He gazed at Dale’s mouth as his stomach tightened and he experienced an intense longing to kiss Dale. He hungrily watched Dale’s lips move.

“I don’t want to trouble you with my sad little story.”

Dale’s stoic expression touched Valentine. He felt a thud in the region where his heart was. Then a ripple of tenderness radiated to every part of his body and his heartbeat grew strong.

“Oh, but you must. You wouldn’t trouble me. There’s no shame in having a sad story. I had one myself some years ago.” He pushed his hand over the short distance of the table, longing to touch Dale.

Dale took a deep breath and Valentine knew he was going to share his story.

“I broke up with someone, a lover … it hurt to stay in the same city. I’d moved there for this person and now … there’s no need to stay.” Dale stared at Valentine’s hand and edged his own along the tablecloth.

The server arrived at the table with their order.

Valentine waited, impatient now, until the server spread the food before him and Dale, then left.

“I’m sorry. Do you still love this person?” He avoided saying man, although he knew it was a man. Dale’s sexual preference was apparent in the way he looked at Valentine. His eyes traveled over Valentine’s face with a particular gaze only a gay guy would make. Valentine had long searched for a man who made his heart leap the way the sight of Dale did. When he’d heard Dale reminisce about a man, who could only be an idiot to let Dale go, he’d been elated. He’d yearned for Valentine’s Day then, when he could show himself.

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**Genre: MM romance, gay male erotic romance, contains MM sex**

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The story ‘Falling Star Valentine’ was inspired by shooting stars. We all know shooting stars are falling meteorites, but the romance remains when one streaks across the midnight blue sky, and when two, in close succession, zoom over the night vista as you stand on your hotel balcony, it’s a sight to behold. I travel a little with my day job and in the autumn of 2016, I had to travel a lot more than usual. One night when I couldn’t sleep because I was churning worries around, I went out onto the balcony of the hotel room I was staying in and stared up at the sky. The night sparkled cold and the sky displayed an array of stars suddenly seeming only meters away a shooting star flew across my line of vision, then another as if it followed the first.

I’m a die-hard romantic and immediately my sweet but sexy character, Valentine Steel, had formed in my head. He’s Falling Star Valentine on his way to visit earth. Will he find love?

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