Sunday, June 25, 2017

Guest Blogger: E.D. Parr with GIVEN TIME


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

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


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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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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Guest Blogger: Sarah Marsh with VIKTOR


Viktor

Happy Evil After: Book One

By Sarah Marsh

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Art: Jay Aheer

When the heroes have reputations like these, who needs a villain?

Blurb:

Have you ever read a fairy tale and wondered why the goody two-shoe Princes and Princesses were always the ones who got their happy endings?

Pandora is a Fairy Godmother whoís never fit in with her own people. Only she has the powerÖand the attitude, to step in and help those who others have decided arenít worthy of a happy ending. How hard could it be to manipulate some of the most feared beings in their world?

Viktor has spent his entire un-dead life being the bogey man to the paranormal community and thatís the way he wants to keep it....with everyone else far away from him. When the opportunity arises to take his revenge on his nemesis, he canít resistóeven if it means risking his reputation and rescuing the damsel in distress.

Halle never expected to find herself in need of a savior, especially one with a reputation like Viktorís. But sheís used to listening to her instincts and her cat trusts the strange woman who pops up and claims to have some solutions.

If a girl canít trust her own Fairy Godmother, then what is this world coming to?



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Excerpt:

ìI mean you no harm, lady. You can go. Iím only here for whatís in the car,î he said slowly walking towards her. She was a cute little thing, all soft curves with golden skin and hair.

ìUmmm, yeah, about that Ö Iím whatís in the car, Mr. Krescech. You have to take me with you out of here,î she said almost nervously, those big green eyes pleading with him.

Clearly, she was also insane. What was with the women he was running into this week? Viktor had had more than his fair share of groupies throwing themselves at him in the bars, wanting to take a walk on the wild side for a few hours, but this wholesome little beauty certainly didnít look like the type, so he had no idea exactly what she was asking him for.

ìI donít think so,î he said, moving past her towards the open back door to search the car.

ìSeriously, thereís nothing else in the car. They were taking me from my family and my pard to be married to Conrad. I have to go with you to get away from him,î she continued, putting her tiny little hands on her very curvy hips in a way that distracted him far more than it should have.

Interesting, so this little number was a leopard shifter? Viktor hadnít really had any interaction with the pard in this country, but by reputation, they were a good lot. Why on Earth would she agree to marry Conrad?

ìI donít rescue damsels in distress. I eat them,î he said with a flash of fang. ìSo run along, little kitten.î

The tiny spitfire threw her hands dramatically up in the air and sighed loudly.

ìYou just saved me from a life of baby-making slavery. Arenít you supposed to whisk me away to your super-secret villain lair and ravish me? Sheesh, whereís your follow-through?î

Viktor just stood there and stared at her for a moment. He didnít know whether to laugh at her ridiculous statement or take her up on her offer and bend her over right here on the trunk of Conradís car. He was extremely turned on by the fact that she didnít seem the least bit afraid of him. Heíd always tried to pretend that his reputation in the paranormal community pleased him, that it helped him by keeping the rabble away. But deep down it bothered him that everyone always thought the worst of him. His honor was just yet another thing that Melisandre and Conrad had stolen from him when they took his mortality.

ìDonít you know who I am, woman?î he finally said as she just stood there looking at him expectantly.

ìYes, I know who you are. Who else is capable of keeping me out of Conradís douchy hands?î she said sounding a little impatient.

ìDonít you have a family you can go to?î he asked, still wondering why he was even standing here talking to her.

Well, that wasnít entirely true. Once sheíd said the word ìslaveryî he knew he couldnít leave her to Conradís tender mercies. Viktor knew more about slavery than he ever wanted to, and no being should ever be held against their will. That and he had seen firsthand what Conrad enjoyed doing to women. It still sickened him to think back to the horrors heíd had to witness as Melisandreís pet.

ìIf I go back to my family theyíd just have to hand me right back over to him again. My pard owes him a blood debt, and I am the payment. I need this to look like Conradís men lost me in the confrontation with you. This needs to be his fault, as otherwise, it will start a war between my family and his coven,î she said, stepping ever closer.

She stood so close now that Viktor could smell the strawberry and coconut scent of her shampoo. Good Gods, she smells good enough to eat.

ìWhy would you think that I should care whether or not this starts a war for your people? I will not be fighting in it,î he answered, trying to sound like he didnít care one way or another.

ìBecause I think that you hate Conrad just as much, if not more than I do, and thereís nothing he wants more than to possess me,î she answered quietly, her huge green eyes staring right into his grey ones.

She was right of course. There was no one on this Earth that he hated as much as he hated Conrad. Thatís what he told himself anyway when he ultimately decided he would take the girl with himówhether it was the whole truth about his motivations or not.

ìFirst, tell me how your pard was thoughtless enough to enter into a blood debt with a killer like Conrad?î

ìItís not like we had any choice. My father was jumped one night by a bunch of rogues, and Conrad just happened to be there to offer his assistance Ö for a price.î

The venom in her voice clearly stated that she suspected theyíd been set up. The rogues were most likely paid to attack by Conrad himself. It was a trick the coward had used over and over again.

ìFine,î he said with a sigh. ìYou can come with me, but just until we find somewhere to stash you that Conrad cannot reach you.î

ìThank you!î she said with a squeal just before she reached up and hugged him before he could stop her. ìIím Halle, by the way.î

Clearly, his reputation was never going to recover from this if anyone saw him being hugged in the alley, but with her luscious frame leaning against his, smelling so sweet, he had a difficult time finding a reason to care.

Author Bio:
Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. Sheís been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters sheíd read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.
Sarahís also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kindÖshe even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.
When it comes to life in general sheís a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that thereís no such thing as too much love, which is why sheís such a sucker for a happy ending.

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