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Falling Star Valentine new RoTG #MMromance #SciFi from Evernight Publishing and E.D.Parr (@parr_books)

Falling Star ValentineBlurb:

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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Read an excerpt

A soft sound of regret that he’d given his heart away so easily escaped Dale and then the sudden slowing of the train grabbed his attention. Thrown a little forward by the rapid decrease in speed, Dale huddled back in his seat. No one sat beside him and the magazine he’d placed on the adjacent seat flew off forcefully as the train ground to a halt.

People stood and gaped out of the windows. Dale peered out at the white expanse sparkling in the morning sun, unaware until then that the train had even traveled into snow-covered country. The hum of concerned questions filled the carriage as people looked around and talked in hushed voices. There’d been no collision, no terrible sound of an accident and Dale, in the fog of his misery, waited quietly for some indication of what was going on.

An announcement floated from the practically invisible speaker at the front of the carriage. A pretty sound chimed and a soothing voice stated the obvious before giving information.

“Translines Rail has made an unscheduled stop. We apologize for the inconvenience. There is no need for alarm. We will shortly be mobile again when a passenger has boarded. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your journey.”

Dale bent to pick up the magazine that had fallen to the floor of the carriage. He hadn’t even placed a fingertip on the glossy cover when a hand extending from the cuff of a black jacket sleeve took hold of the magazine, and lifted it.

Dale swiftly looked sideways to see who the hand belonged to, and came face-to-face with a gorgeous man. Something about the man made Dale’s heart lurch, which scared him, and because of the scare his heartbeat increased. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm this sudden flare of nerves. He gave up on retrieving his reading material and sat up in the plush velveteen train seat waiting for what would happen next.

“Your journal. Is the seat free?” The man’s gentle voice soothed him only a little as he held Dale’s magazine out, and gave an indicative nod toward the vacant seat beside Dale.

“Thank you, and yes the seat is free.” Captured by his outright beauty, Dale tried not to stare at the man. He dropped his gaze to the colorful shot on the cover, and accepted the magazine, holding it on his lap.

The man sat.

Dale struggled not to look at the passenger beside him, whose cologne now filled up his senses with a delicate, fresh, scent, a fragrance capturing the cool breeze crossing the ocean on a summer night, somehow full of promise. The suit the man wore was visibly expensive. Dale knew quality when he saw it even if it was only on a quick look. As a photographer for major fashion magazines, he’d gathered a knowledge and appreciation for clothes.

Dale stared ahead and wondered if this man was the passenger the train had stopped for. He edged a little away from the central armrest dividing the seats—their size was generous and the man wasn’t even close, but Dale could feel his presence as if gripped by a magnetic force. Finally, unable to help it, Dale chanced a sideways glance.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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From the author:

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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Saturday Spankings #120 – Aaron couldn’t hold back any longer… #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Hi everyone,

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs.

I’m continuing with Doctor’s Orders this week. I hope you enjoy it!

Doctor's Orders“You’d be amazed what more… erotic uses one can find for one of these babies. And wait until you find out what I’ve got in my pockets.”

Aaron couldn’t hold back any longer—he squirmed, bouncing his weight from one foot to the other and clenching his fists at his sides. Like earlier, he wanted to rearrange himself in the crotch department, but given he no longer had a table to hide what he was doing, he refrained. Blake would never stand for that. So Aaron contented himself with a little more fidgeting, hoping the movement would at least release a little of the pressure in his groin. Christ, and this was before he even knew what Blake had in his pockets. What would happen when he actually produced the item or items?

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The Writing Experiment by K D Grace (@kd_grace)

When I wrote Toys for Boys, I had already been playing around with placing myself in the story as writer, as scribe. Because I’d walked the Wainwright Coast to Coast, and because I remembered those days when all I wanted at the end of the day was to be warm and dry and asleep in my bed, I already had common ground with Doc and Will and their trials. Writers are always voyeurs to some extent. Certainly we’re always people watchers. And quite often we feel like we’re doing little more than reporting our characters’ stories as they whisper them in our ear. When that happens, it’s always amazing, the unexpected directions a story can take.

I wanted to bring that experience of the characters telling their story to the forefront of Toys for Boys and make it a literal part of the story – sort of share with the reader what we writers experience with our characters on a daily basis. I was very lucky because Will and Doc were more than happy to share.

*****

Toys for BoysHigh tech meets low tech in a wilderness adventure that sizzles.

Toys for Boys Blurb:

Alpha nerd Will Charles teams up with Caridoc ‘Doc’ Jones in a coast to coast walk across England reviewing outdoor gift suggestions for the Christmas edition of Toys for Boys—an online magazine dedicated to the latest gadgets to tickle a man’s fancy. Will is recording their adventures with the latest smart phone technology. Doc is reviewing the latest outdoor gear. The two quickly discover the great outdoors provides even better toys for boys, toys best shared al fresco, toys that, in spite of Will’s great camera work, will never be reviewed in Toys for Boys.

Note: Toys for Boys has been previously published as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.

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*****

Excerpt:

In that drowsy disconnected place between sleep and wakefulness, Doc was aware of only two things; the warm, hard body he held against his chest in a spoon position, and the fact that his hard-on was pressed up nice and tight between the pillowed muscles of two firm arse cheeks, Will fucking Charles’ arse cheeks and, damn if he wasn’t shifting and shoving against the bloke like some horny dog.

Suddenly he was wide awake as the events of the past day came flooding back to him. He stopped moving, stopped breathing, feeling the beat of his heart in the leaden weight of his balls. He lay with one arm folded beneath his head like a plucked chicken wing, and just as goose bumped for being outside the warmth of the sleeping bag. He held Will secure against his body with the other arm, which curved low over Will’s hip, low enough that he could cup the man’s sac in his palm. The soft tickle of pubic curls against his fingertips assured him, to his horror, that was exactly what he was doing.

Before he could withdraw from the bloke’s personal space, Will fucking Charles shifted slightly and Doc not only found his erection pressed even tighter between clenching buttocks, but the man’s cock was suddenly in full contact with his groping hand, too hard, too warm and silky smooth for him to ignore. Before he could make a conscious decision of what to do, Will made the choice for him, moaning in some dream, which Doc could only imagine was partly responsible for the urgency of the bloke’s hard-on. He shifted again and curled his fingers, vice-grip tight around Doc’s, effectively securing his clench on his penis, demonstrating how he liked to be touched, then he began to thrust with purpose in and out of Doc’s hand.

Fucking hell! Doc was not about to take advantage of a sleeping man, no matter how tempting. He held his breath, held dead still, which took a gargantuan amount of concentration, the ache in his own cock at least as urgent. He’d never be able to explain the situation to Will if he woke up like this. It was taking advantage. His thoughts flashed on the shivering, nearly incoherent, man he’d held to him last night, praying to all the gods of the great outdoors that his body heat would bring the man’s temperature up. And just when he was about run the risk of embarrassing both of them by waking Will, the bloke once again took the choice out of his hands, quite literally, by moving his own hand down to cup his cock himself.

Doc jerked away a little more quickly than he intended. Will caught his breath and thrust back against Doc’s aching load, and that was it. Doc was scrambling out of the sleeping bag, battling with the zip to the tent, holding on with all the self-control he had.

“You all right?” Will’s sleepy voice called after him as he shoved his way out of the tent.

“Gotta pee,” he managed, which was the truth, but nothing was going to happen until he took care of more urgent needs. He managed half a dozen steps, tripped over a tree root and went down on one knee in the wet leaf litter.

“Fuck me!” he heard Will gasp from behind him. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if he suddenly found himself on a stage in the West End amid a line of dancing girls doing the can-can for a packed house. Urgent had become critical and there was nothing to do but hold on for dear life and let nature take its course. Jerking at his cock with a choke hold—one thrust, two, and three, and his whole body tightened and convulsed. Vesuvius erupted. And kept erupting until he feared the effort would turn him inside out. Even as the chill of morning bathed his back in goose flesh, the front of his body still held the heat, the muscle memory of clenching Will tight against him.

“Fuck me sideways!”

Breathing like a hurricane, Doc fell back on his arse in the wet grass and looked up to see Will fucking Charles standing bare arsed in front of the tent having his own eruption in one hand while the other aimed the goddamned urBrain at Doc.

When Will had finished shooting his wad, he knelt and wiped his hand on the wet grass. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he managed, still struggling to breathe. His eyes were bright with mischief, and his lips parted in just such a way that Doc had a sudden urge to bite the bottom one before he covered that mouth with his own. That desire was quickly superseded, however, by the urge to throttle the bastard.

“I should have left you outside to freeze your balls off last night.” Doc forced his way to his feet.

“Oh God, you have to see this, mate.” Will was already watching the playback.

“Fuck you, William! This isn’t over.” As an afterthought, he reached out and viciously pinched the man’s nipple, which was chilled to a hard peak from the slight morning breeze. The catch of breath and the little hiss of pain caused his cock to surge again. “This isn’t over, you bastard.”

“I’m counting on it!” Will called after him.

He headed down to the stream to clean up. “And if you point that thing at me again, I’ll make you eat it.”

“If you’re talking about urBrain, well I suppose I could try. I’m pretty good at opening my throat. But if you’re talking about this,” he reached down and waved his cock in a rude gesture. “Afraid I’m gonna have to rely on you for that.”

Fucking hell, if the man kept it up, Doc was gonna need another wank before they even got to breakfast.

He caught a hint of hearty laughter before he stepped into the icy stream, and in spite of the awkward wake-up call, he found himself smiling too. The man had thrown down the gauntlet and then given him permission to play. This walk was really looking up.

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology. She enjoys spending time in the gym – right now she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. She loves to read, watch birds and do anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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New Release! Jaegar by Gale Stanley (@GaleStanley) #Paranormal #ManLove

Jaegar is book 4 in the Hybrids series. They’re best read in order, but if you haven’t read the others, there’s enough backstory here to get you up to date.

JaegarJaegar

Hybrids 4

Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifters

Length: 21,876 words

Blurb

Panty-melting rocker Jaegar Nash is really a hybrid passing as human. Then, he falls for his bodyguard and discovers a jaguar can’t hide its spots.

Sexy Israeli bodyguard Abram Galante can’t resist his attraction to Jaegar, but when he finally makes his move, he puts them both in danger.

When the existence of hybrids was exposed to the world, their creator, Dr. Joseph Shepard, fled to Russia. Now, he’s back in the States and working for Brian Abbot, CEO of a biotech company. With the fear of terrorism so widespread, Shepard and Abbot know the timing is right to create a new army of super soldiers.

And they plan to start with Jaegar Nash.

Get your copy at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/jaegar

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X-cerpt

Jaegar knew he should throw Bram out of his room, the man could be a bounty hunter in disguise, but lust was the enemy of reason. He wanted Bram. Wanted him bad. And he could rationalize it easily. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. It was crucial to find out exactly what Bram knew, and it might be even more important to learn his strengths and weaknesses. That knowledge could be critical to Jaegar’s survival. “Maybe you’re right, Bram.”

“I know I am. I love my job, but my life has been all work and no play. I always thought if I took a risk the sky would fall.

“And what if it does?”

“I think it might be worth it.” Bram leaned in as if he were about to—

Jaegar was totally shocked by the kiss. He’d fantasized about Bram for months, but in his dreams Bram’s lips were always on his cock. He never imagined how warm and soft Bram’s lips would feel against his. Seconds later, Bram took the heat level up a notch. His tongue pressed for entrance, and Jaegar opened his mouth with a low purr. Electricity sparked in the air. The world shifted. Everything changed. It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time.  No other act had ever felt so intimate. Bram pulled him closer and deepened the kiss as if he wanted to swallow Jaegar whole. All rational thought disappeared. Only feelings and sensations remained. Jaegar needed to touch Bram. He slipped his hands under Bram’s shirt and gripped his strong back, moaning at the contact.

The kiss went on and on. Jaegar never wanted it to end, but finally they came apart. Bram rested his forehead against Jaegar’s and they both inhaled deeply.

Jaegar wasn’t prepared for these feelings. He had no idea a kiss could feel so sensuous and intimate. “Bram?”

“I know. I feel the same.” Bram sat back. “Can I stay?”

Way past the point of saying no, Jaegar nodded. Bram stood and started removing his clothes. Jaegar watched for a few seconds, and then got up to close the drapes. The room was dim, but not dim enough to hide the feral features that became more pronounced in the heat of passion. Jaegar’s eyes would intensify to a unique shade of amber and his pupils turned into slits. Few had ever noticed, but Jaegar had a ready excuse. He explained it away by saying he had coloboma, a congenital defect in humans. Trying to hide his subtle differences had become second nature. He climbed onto the bed and assumed the position.

Bram chuckled. “Does this mean you want me to top?”

“You said you wanted to fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, but what do you want?”

Jaegar inhaled slowly, impatient to feel the big man mount him. He was pleased that Bram gave him a choice, but his ass clenched with the desire to be filled. “Fuck me, Bram.”

“My pleasure.”

Happy Reading!

Get your copy at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/jaegar

*****

Gale StanleyAuthor Bio and Links

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Saturday Spankings #119 – “I suppose we’ve been too busy…” #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Hi everyone,

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs.

I’m continuing with Doctor’s Orders this week. I hope you enjoy it!

Doctor's Orders“I couldn’t help but notice just how favourably you reacted when I dragged you into that cupboard the other day at the hospital. I mean, you always react favourably, but you seemed particularly enthusiastic about getting your cock sucked by a doctor in uniform. I hadn’t given much thought to the uniform aspect at the time, as I was just trying to give you a birthday surprise I knew you’d enjoy. But after some consideration, I figured it couldn’t hurt to bring out the medical play element again. In fact, I’m amazed that after all these years, one of us hasn’t thought about it before. I suppose we’ve been too busy with… other things, haven’t we?”

His smile wide, Blake lifted one end of his stethoscope pointedly, then dropped it again.

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Saturday Spankings #118 – He was doing his sexy smoulder… #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Hi everyone,

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs.

I’m continuing with Doctor’s Orders this week. I hope you enjoy it!

Doctor's OrdersWow—Doctor Colville was well and truly in the room. He wore his white coat over the top of his smart shirt and trousers, and had his stethoscope hanging around his neck.

After admiring the sight before him, Aaron dragged his gaze up to Blake’s face. He was doing his sexy smoulder—which never failed to make Aaron’s stomach flip and fill with tiny bubbles of excitement—and he continued to do it for several more seconds, sending Aaron further into squirm territory. Then, apparently unable to keep a straight face for any longer, he gave an equally sexy smirk. “Like what you see, huh?”

Suddenly dry-mouthed, Aaron nodded.

“I thought you might.”

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Blurred Reality by Megan Slayer (@MeganSlayer)

Blurred RealityA Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World Story

Contemporary

Novella

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Cover art by WZDesigns

Edited by Kris Jacen

Blurb:

When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…

When Jacen Goodwin’s band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart’s desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?

Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen’s a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren’t in their favor. But he can hope, right? He’s been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.

Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart?

Available for Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MZB96WU/

*****

Now for an excerpt:

©MeganSlayer, 2017, All Rights Reserved

Matt busied himself with straightening the counter space and trying not to watch Jacen. Fuck. How could he not? The man featured in his dreams and had become his favorite spank bank material. He swept his gaze over Jacen. The denim shorts hugged his hips and accentuated the strength in his legs. Jacen rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers and flexed his upper body.

Jesus. Was Jacen trying to turn him on? If so, he’d accomplished his mission. Matt plopped onto the stool and pressed his knees together. Blood rushed to his cock and his mouth watered. Just a few touches. Kisses. He didn’t want much. Really.

“Mother fucker.” Jacen whipped around and held his phone in a white-knuckled grasp as he strode back to the desk. “He’s a piece of shit. Where are those peas?”

Matt offered up the bag. “Whoever it is, I hope you lit into him.” He shut the laptop down, then moved the device to the lower portion of the counter. “Better pick up your key before you forget.” He slid the card across to Jacen. “Have a good night…well, a better one than you’ve had so far.”

“Huh?” Jacen glared at Matt and plunked the bag back onto his bruise. “Are you here all night? I thought Cady hired on people to work the desk so you and her weren’t stuck.”

“She did, but this is my night. I have to earn my keep somehow.” He grinned to hide his displeasure. “I can’t feed my music and running habits without some source of income.”

Jacen tucked his phone into his pocket and lingered at the counter. “Want some company? I came here to work on music, yeah, but that wasn’t the only reason.” He offered up the bag. “I’ve melted this.”

“I’ll stick it back in the freezer. No problem.” He gripped the melting frozen food. “Stick around a moment in case anyone comes in and I’ll put it back.” He left Jacen alone long enough to put the peas in the fridge. He’d probably make them for lunch the next day instead of wasting them. When he returned, Jacen had rounded the counter.

“All good?” Jacen asked.

“I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.” He tensed. “Thanks for holding down the fort.” He expected Jacen to leave, but instead, he crept closer to Matt.

“I didn’t just return for Rory and the music. I came here for you, too.”

“Me?” He frowned. “What?” He had to be hearing Jacen wrong. No way Jacen meant that.

“Uh, yeah. You.”

*****

About the Author:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

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