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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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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WARNING
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