Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what he has in mind to do with this red hot guy. New Release #MMromance #PNR @parr_books @evernightpub


Gorgeous Owain Lovage belongs to an ancient family of elven beings. A glamor hides his elf beauty as he runs a reindeer farm and visitor center in an English rural town. He’s yearning for a handsome, sexy man in his life. Owain hardly uses his magic these days, but that’s about to change.
Rowan Carter reluctantly leaves California to stay with his folks on vacation for the holiday season in the town where Owain lives. 
Everything is so much better than he expected. Already enchanted by the lovely scenery, snow, and Christmas lights he fleetingly meets Owain.
Captivated by Owain’s looks and masculinity, Rowan seeks him out. 
Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what he has in mind to do with this red hot guy.
A deep erotic passion ignites between the two handsome men and sets in motion an ancient magic spell that will change both their lives forever.


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Rowan sat at the café table with his parents. They waited for the toasted sandwiches they’d ordered. The Woodland Dell was next door, and knowing that, Rowan couldn’t stop thinking about Owain. He is a total hunk and gay … has to be … he wanted me for sure. Rowan picked up his coffee cup with a smile. He put it down without taking a drink. “Mom, I’d like to send a couple of cards to friends back home. I saw some near the tree decorations. I’ll pop next door and get them, if that’s okay. I won’t be long.”

“Cards? They won’t arrive before Christmas, Rowan, but, sure—remember your sandwich will be served soon.” She gave him a look he knew from when he was a child—amusement mixed with affection, as if she knew he was up to something.

He walked quickly next door pulling on his jacket that he’d discarded in the warmth of the café. He strode through the garden store and plant nursery to the area where the Christmas trees stood and looked around. There was no sign of Owain, and he went out to the unsheltered part.

Owain was standing alone between rows of trees, his hands in his jacket pockets. Snow fell again in gentle swirls. It sprinkled Owain’s dark hair and face as he looked up into the sky. He seemed ephemeral then, as if lifted from the ground in order to catch the cold fractals on his skin for the sheer enjoyment of the touch.

Rowan watched for a couple of seconds, entranced. A strange feeling, a pull toward Owain, rose in him. He is so gorgeous.

The object of his admiration spun around and saw him. Rowan remembered feeling as if he’d been spying on Finn and Owain when the cab was stopped by the roadside the day before, and he took a deep breath. He felt that way again.
Owain walked toward him and Rowan shook off his awe. Used to moving quickly to intimacy with the men he liked in gay bars, taking swift, but safe sex that lifted his spirits for a night, Rowan moved into the style of behavior that brought him those encounters.

He shot Owain a smoldering look. “I wanted to make sure I’m not mistaken about you. You and I, we share the same … outlook on life.” Under the dark gaze of Owain’s sexy ebony eyes, Rowan lost the confidence that generally assured him of receiving at least kisses while pressed hard against a man and the wall of his favorite bar.

“Outlook?” Owain’s smile of greeting disappeared, and a frown creased his forehead along with his question.

“I mean we, we…” Rowan looked away from Owain’s handsome face trying to think what to do next. In a second he decided on an action that would bring or deny him Owain’s future company. He grabbed Owain’s jacket lapels and pulled him close, placing a kiss on his inviting lips without even considering if there was anyone to see.

The returning kiss told Rowan everything. Owain kissed him softly but with unmistakable hunger. He grasped Rowan’s arms, but as Rowan recalled they stood in a public place and drew away, Owain followed his mouth and stole another kiss. A thrill of pleasure coursed through Rowan adding to his haze of desire from the kiss, and his cock, half-erect, hardened at the delicious touch of Owain’s mouth.

He let go of Owain at the same time as Owain released him. “I’m right about our outlooks.”

Owain ran a fingertip over his lips before he answered. “Yes.”

Rowan’s stomach tightened with lust. He had no idea what to do next, because usually he and his conquest would tumble into a restroom or their parked car and suck each other’s cock.

Owain looked around quickly. “We can’t make out here.” He laughed.

The happy laughter and promise in the words relaxed Rowan. There’d be somewhere else to explore Owain’s hot body and time to share deeper kisses. He smiled. “Yeah, I should get back to my parents in the café. I’ll see you this evening.”

Owain’s eyes held his own for a moment, and Rowan experienced an unfamiliar depth of longing. I want him so much. I need to know him. He shook himself. “I’ll get going.” He forced himself to walk away, through the arch and out onto the street. That was intense. What’s it going to be like fucking with a guy like that? I can’t wait. Rowan discounted the way his heart filled with tenderness, and he concentrated on sex. He didn’t want a repeat of what happened with his ex. 

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing
Warning: This book contains MM sex, frottage, rimming
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Sunday, December 10, 2017

No man has held her interest beyond a second date #newrelease #erotica @AuthorLynnBurke Elite Escorts #series @evernightpub

NEW FROM LYNN BURKE!
Second Go-Round
Elite Escorts #2
Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense

Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.

Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.

With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.


*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys

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Excerpt:
Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.
“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.
I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.
“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.” 
“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.
“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.
“Comfy enough.”
Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.
“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.
My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.
My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.
“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.
He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.
My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”
Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”
“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me. 
Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears. 
I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”
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About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. 
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Saturday, December 9, 2017

How can two people from such different worlds share a future? From @lisabetsarai #newrelease #erotica #FF


New Release!
Citadel of Women:
Asian Adventures Book 2
By Lisabet Sarai


Contemporary multicultural erotic romance (X rated)
8,700 words
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ISBN: 9781370094400
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HFN ending


Passion flares among the ruins of an ancient empire


When her lover severs their relationship just before a long-planned trip to Angkor Wat, Doa stubbornly decides to travel alone. The marvelous sights of the ancient Khmer empire do little to heal the rift in her heart. Che, the mercurial young tour guide, senses her loneliness and offers her comfort and passion. Their connection is far more than physical – but how can two people from such different worlds share a future?


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X-Rated Excerpt

A soft knocking at the door jolted me back to reality. I clutched at the sheet, my heart slamming against my ribs. Maybe whoever it was would go away. The knock came again, more insistent.

“Doa? Are you awake?”

I didn't have to answer it. If I didn't answer, he'd have to leave. Wouldn't he? But was that what I wanted?

I grabbed the batik sarong I'd bought in Bangkok, wrapped it around my body and tied it over my breasts. Liquid trickled down the inside of my thighs as I padded to the door. Musk hovered in the sticky air.

I opened the door. Che stood there, barefoot, clad in a T-shirt and boxer shorts. His hair was tousled.  His eyes burned.

“I couldn't sleep,” he murmured. He stepped into the room. I closed the door behind him.

His arms snaked around me, pulling me to his chest. He was stronger than he looked. He nuzzled my neck, licked his way up to my ear lobe and flicked at it with his tongue. A bolt of pleasure shot through me, targeting my pussy. He silenced my moan with his mouth, capturing mine in a wet kiss. I tasted the beer we'd drunk, the chilies he'd eaten.

I let my arms clasp his slender body to my riper one, accepting what he offered. My rational self warned I'd regret this. When I grasped his rigid cock through the well-worn shorts, his groan drowned out the voice of caution.

As I stroked his hardness, he unknotted my sarong. His hands sought the weight of my breasts. He cradled them, kneading my ripe flesh and tracing voluptuous circles around my nipples. Warm honey flowed through my limbs. I pulled the threadbare boxers down over his lean hips so I could sample his nakedness. A musky funk rose from his privates. His cock was long like his fingers, slender and graceful as the rest of him, and harder than the stones of the ancient city. Wrapped in skin as soft and delicate as a baby's, it pulsed in my hand, alive with need.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh



Thursday, December 7, 2017

The kiss seared desire through Indigo and he slid his palms along the satiny skin of One’s muscled chest with a groan #newrelease #MMromance #erotica

Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.
As soon as he sets eyes on Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.
Here is the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as the warlock gathers his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?

Warnings MMMM gay menage , rimming, MM sex

Be teased
18+ 
Indigo didn’t sleep well for three nights after meeting Darian. On the fourth night he didn’t sleep at all. His sexual needs beat at him, until he couldn’t think straight. His desire burned until all he could think about was fucking. He pushed his breakfast around on his plate the next morning. That day he stalked the corridors of The Dreamboat eschewing meetings and focused only on the security arrangements for the queen’s celebrations. At sixteen hundred hours he called Milan to his side.

“Will you make an appointment at Temptations for me? Twenty-three hundred hours will be good.”

Milan’s gentle smile comforted him. “One, Two, or Three, sir?”

Indigo shook his head slowly. His desire threatened to overwhelm him. Nearly crazed with sexual need, Indigo needed to deal with it or be incomplete for weeks to come. “All of them. Thank you.”

Moments later, Milan returned. “You’re expected at Temptations, twenty-three hundred hours as you requested. Permit me to take you there and wait to bring you home?”

“Yes, of course.”
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Temptations buzzed with chatter and thumped with music in the main downstairs room. People danced, some grinding their bodies against each other’s.

A host met Indigo. “It’s been a while, sir. I trust you are well. Your requested companions are ready.”

Indigo nodded. He silently followed the host to the upstairs room where beautiful men he knew only by a number would slake his desires that night.

The host left him.

Indigo wore only a belted kilt and ankle length hooded cloak over his naked body. He stepped out of his soft suede ankle boots, and waited, his cock already half-erect with anticipation.

Gorgeous men entered the room, their naked bodies muscled, their eyes dark with desire, they came to Indigo silently.

Indigo savored their looks, big cocks already filling out into erections. His admiring gaze raked over the men, their lush dark hair, soft and well-cut, blue eyes, gray eyes, smooth skin free of body hair, and his cock jerked as his stomach tightened. He loved men. These men were the best of Temptations male brothel, and they’d serviced him once before a year ago. He sighed recalling the satisfaction. The night sparkled with promise. He watched with growing sexual hunger.

One carried a tray and placed it on the table away from the huge low bed. On the tray—a carafe of water so cold it misted the glass, sachets of lube, condoms, sex toys, tissues, and a wine glass.

One unclipped Indigo’s cloak and after grazing his lips on Indigo’s, he brought the cloak to a freestanding rail and hung it.

A low murmur of appreciation fell from Indigo’s mouth as he savored the fleeting kiss from One’s perfect lips.

Two knelt and traced his fingertips up and down Indigo’s legs, reaching his balls and circling feather light touches there that made Indigo’s cock fill out in a delicious slow sensation.

Indigo closed his eyes with lust as his stomach tightened and jerked his cock when Two stroked the backs of his thighs.

Three took the belt from Indigo’s kilt as One slid his hands around Indigo’s face and held him fast kissing him hungrily. The kiss seared desire through Indigo and he slid his palms along the satiny skin of One’s muscled chest with a groan.

Copyright E.D.Parr  2017, Evernight Publishing 


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