“Would you be interested now?” #SexySnippet from THE AUDITION

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my current WIP, the dark erotic contemporary romance THE AUDITION.

 

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“You were interested in the boy,” Rico stated.

Jaden nodded.

“Are you still interested?”

“You mean…if I met him again?” He looked up. “It was many years ago.”

“No, now. If you met a cute boy, or man, now. Would you be interested?”

Jaden gave him a direct, intense gaze full of burning sincerity that went straight to Rico’s heart and shook him. He who didn’t have a heart!

“Yeah,” Jaden said with a slow nod and held Rico’s look, as if contemplating him, judging what he carried inside. “I would.”

Rico sucked in a breath and shifted in his seat. Something in him wanted to pursue the subject. That young gringo stirred feelings he hadn’t had in a long time. But he needed to restrain his pulses. “Okay. Another thing. Would you…um…fight to get what you want? Put yourself first? Demand respect?”

Like me when I’m out handling business.

“That’s…” Jaden’s voice broke. “That’s why I’m here, you know, to fight for what I want.”

 
 

Rico is inspired by this handsome model:

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Blurb:

Ricardo Ferrer, nicknamed “El Loco Rico”, is a ruthless drug lord aiming to poison America with cocaine to avenge the authorities’ mistreatment of his immigrant family. He launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, Rico learned to enjoy having his dick sucked in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to blow him and the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. Having been ignored all his life, he longs to shine, he wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

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Lost Faith by April Zyon

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Gabriella Moreno was just a job, in and out to gain the objective, the death of her father. She turned out to be far more than that to Tobias Casey, however, from the moment he laid his hands on her too hot for words body.

Gabriella had just come home from a two-year stint abroad. The first night home she snuck out, never dreaming for even a moment anyone would be stupid enough to take her. Boy, was she wrong.

Faced with brutal truths, Gabbie followed her gut, and her heart, which, it seemed, all led to one place, Tobias. The heat of her homeland was nothing compared to the touch of this man. In his arms, she found something she had craved all her life, the other half of her soul.

Yet, how can she ignore the fact that the man who owns her heart is also the man who wants to take the last of her family?

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Teaser

Another day, another dollar. Only these days, Tobias and his team were getting paid a hell of a lot more than they had been in the military. Now they could set their own fees for doing the jobs that no one else wanted to do, or maybe couldn’t do, since they did on rare occasion work for their government’s shadier sectors. But there was no oversight, no backseat driving, and they paid big to get shit done.

Their current operation was one they’d been working on for nearly three weeks now with no success. The first week had been recon, getting oriented, and making sure they had their exits memorized for when they achieved their strike.

The only thing was, as they’d discovered during week two, the target they were after didn’t ever leave his super secure compound. Not that Tobias could blame the guy. Their target was a dictator, an arms dealer, a drug dealer, and a mass murderer. There were people worldwide hoping that Tobias’ team finally managed to do what no one else had to date.

Now it was week three and they were still watching the compound to figure out their way in. Or as Tobias was beginning to believe would be easier, how to get the asshole to come out. They’d tried forty different ways to infiltrate the compound. None had worked. Which actually made sense, given the target, Juan Moreno, or Senor X as they referred to him over com, had hired himself an ex-Special Forces soldier to be the head of his security. Tran Quan was American born but had ties to the Yakuza. Extra weight to be brought to bear should it be requested.

Taking a small drink from his canteen, Tobias ignored the sweat trickling down his spine. His attention was locked on a small group of vehicles approaching the compound. Binoculars up, he brought the lead car into focus and easily recognized one of Moreno’s drivers. His attention moving to the second car, he was surprised to see Quan in the front passenger seat. The man was normally glued to Moreno’s side so to see him out without Moreno… this was big.

“Ripper, we have four cars approaching the compound. I need to know who exits the second car once they stop inside. Get pictures.”

“Roger that, Rogue.”

Ripper and Cherry were up on the mountain using some seriously high-powered tools to stare down into the compound. Their position was treacherous since they were, literally, dangling off the face of that mountain. One wrong move and they’d be headed straight down toward death.

“They’re turning toward the gate now. Not stopping either, they’ve been waved right through,” Tobias reported. The gates slid shut but not before he spotted a slender leg wearing a dainty shoe at the end slipping out of the door being opened by a guard. Instantly, he felt his gut clench in need to see the body went with that limb.

A soft whistle came through the com. “Damn, she’s fucking hot. Think she’s banging senor X?” Herc asked.

“Too young for him, you oaf,” Cherry said.

“Like that would stop the old fucker. We all know he doesn’t care about age. One of the reasons why we’re here to see him shot,” Herc told her. “Personally, it’s my only reason to see his head explode under the impact of my bullet.”

“Cut the chatter. Tell me you have photos for everyone that came in those vehicles.”

“Confirmed,” Ripper said.

“Good, get your asses down from there. Scout will be here to relieve me soon, then we need to get back and review everything.” Tobias was hopeful that somewhere in those photos he might find a way to pull Moreno away from his security blanket.

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“It’s his daughter, Gabriella Moreno.” Rainer said. His words had everyone’s attention. Tobias couldn’t figure out who was more shocked. Turning in his seat Rainer shook his head. “I had to dig, and dig deep. The old man has her buried.”

“Makes sense,” Winston muttered. “She’s his Achilles.”

He was right. “We need to keep eyes on her. If we get the opportunity, she’ll be the one we grab. I have a feeling that even with all his enemies gunning for him, he’ll do anything to protect her.” All they had to do was get their hands on her and use her to bait Senor X.

Picking up the picture Rainer had printed out Tobias stared at it. It wasn’t a shot from the compound but one he’d pulled from social media. Gabriella had her head tipped back, laughing at something or someone. She looked carefree and totally at ease. Young, too.

The young woman was just over five foot three inches but those come fuck me heels made her closer to five feet seven, she was thin but not waiflike like so many of the women today. Her hair however, was a riot of auburn red curls that seemed to have a mind of their own, and she didn’t bother trying to tame them. Which said something about the woman herself. She might not have the largest breasts that he had seen in his life but hers seemed to work her body perfectly, like a perfect handful, that distracted him completely.

“We need everything on her from birth until the moment she went through those gates, Rainer. Leave no stone unturned. I think we’ve just found our hot button for daddy Moreno. We grab her and he’ll deliver himself right to us.”

“You sure you want to do that, boss?” Cherilyn asked. At his sharp look, she held up her hands. “I’m down with it, but even if she does leave the compound, you know she’ll have a taskforce worth of guards with her. No way is Moreno letting her out in this country without protection up the ass.”

“And we’ll be ready for that. Our best shot will be if she goes into the city. It’ll allow us to blend in and when the time’s right, grab her up.” At Cherilyn’s snort, Tobias turned a glare on her. “What?”

“Dude, no offense or nothing, but you do not blend.”

Rainer was shaking his head. “I have to agree with her, boss. You tend to stick out.”

“I can blend just fine, I’ll have you know.”

“You keep thinking that. In the meantime, I think I’ll update the other boys and we can add their hilarity to the vote count against you.” Cherilyn patted his chest, walked past, and promptly burst out in laughter.

“I can and will fire your ass,” Tobias called after her.

“No, you won’t,” she bellowed back.

No, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about it, in great detail.

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Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse

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Blurb:

Politics has never been so sexy!

Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. He’s extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other people’s plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cade’s public image, hires him a campaign manager.

Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. It’ll be a challenge, but he’s confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.

It’s soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cade’s werewolf makes its intentions known—in Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cade—and his wolf—win over the campaign manager?

Buy links (other retailers coming soon):

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Excerpt:

“You’ve done what?” Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare. He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass. “Why the hell would you do such a thing?”

Mary, by now used to Cade’s temper and frequent outbursts, didn’t flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, “You heard me, Cade. I’ve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think it’s pretty damn obvious.”

“Not to me,” he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid he’d spilled. “Seems like an unnecessary expense.”

With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, “Do you want to win this bloody election or not?”

“Yes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?”

“Well then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We can’t handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with … expertise … in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable … you know, so people will actually vote for you.”

Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.

He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What’s wrong with my public image?”

Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Mary’s cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him. “Give me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?”

She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word “bloody” was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a “fucking” out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him. And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personality—especially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personality—when she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Mary’s ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.

“Mary,” he cooed, backtracking quickly, “come on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?”

“Because, unless we’re having a meeting, I don’t generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.” She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. “But today, it seems, you’re having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. “Yes, I really think you do.”

A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation. She finally said, “All right. But don’t forget; you asked for it.”

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

“You can be my master, or you can be my slave” #MWTease from TORN AVENGER

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases 🙂

This week’s tease comes from my work in progress, the dark M/M Viking romance TORN AVENGER.

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Two quick raps sounded on the door. The signal Hedin used to identify himself.

Annoyed, Alv didn’t bother to answer.

The door opened ajar, and Hedin’s head peeked in. His blue-green gaze shone.

“What do you want?” Alv asked.

“Ssh.” With a sexy grin, Hedin entered, locked the door behind him—which they only did when sharing intimate moments—and went to the windows to pull their coverings down.

Alv sighed and shifted on the mattress. “I’m not in the mood.”

“For what?” Hedin approached, slowly taking his tunic off and displaying a lanky, yet sculpted male torso.

Alv used to adore every part of that young man’s body, from its tight muscles to the soft, warm skin beneath which they played. He had ejaculated his seed over Hedin’s handsome face countless times at night, clenching his teeth so as not to alert the villagers.

Today, all that occupied his mind were the tanned, chiseled features of a foreigner whose deep black gaze bored into Alv’s very soul—and Alv couldn’t look away.

At the thought of that man prolonging his stare, Alv’s heart beat an irregular rhythm and his breath caught.

They’d touched briefly when Alv untied the sailor rope, but his fingers had been too cold to sense anything. The episode on the ladder, on the other hand, had brought them together chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh, as Alv had held the grieving man tight, stopping his jump into the abyss below. In that moment of extreme tension, Alv had been too terrified to feel anything sexual, but now, conjuring up the memories, his body heated and his cock jerked alive.

Hedin dropped his tunic to the ground and made a small dance of his hips, his thick, purple erection bobbing from side to side. He was well endowed for such a young man—not yet seventeen—and there’d been times when all Alv could think about was sliding that mushroom-headed shaft into his ass and riding it fast until he exploded inside and out, spraying hot semen uncontrolledly.

They’d met last summer, when Hedin’s father, one of earl Gunnulf’s slaves, died during the construction of a stone wall, and Hedin’s mother had implored the earl to take her son into his care. She had too many other children to provide for. The son of a slave was always a slave, and Gunnulf had assigned the young boy to be Alv’s personal thrall.

He’d quickly become a lot more.

But not now.

Not only was Alv drained, his mind buzzed with a series of problems and their possible outcomes, plus the sensual interference of another man. He couldn’t help it. Everything had been thrown at him in the course of a few days, and the magnitude of each issue weighed on him. It took a man—and he wasn’t really one—to handle it all in the best manner. The most important thing was to satisfy Mother, since she was Alv’s sole remaining relative, and what she’d suggested he do with Elke exasperated him.

At least, it didn’t include fucking Hedin. He turned to his side and closed his eyes.

“Hey.” Hedin climbed onto the mattress and straddled him. “Look.”

Shaking his head, Alv opened an eye and glanced up.

The fat tip of Hedin’s cock bumped into his cheek.

“Ugh, stop it.”

Hedin laughed and swept his cock across Alv’s face, the tip leaving a thin trace of fluid on his skin. “Don’t you want to play? You can be my master, or you can be my slave. Whichever you want.”

Normally, the sight of Hedin’s cock up-close and his naughty words would make Alv salivate, but he groaned of annoyance. “I’m too tired to play. Let me sleep.” He wanted Hedin to leave him alone so he could drift into sleep with someone else’s erotic image in mind.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I can wake you up. Wake something up.” Hedin spun and pulled the sheets off Alv’s legs. He gasped, stilled, and a silence ensued.

Alv sighed. “Just go.”

“But…you’re hard?” Hedin moved off him, stood, and tore the sheets off the bed, leaving Alv naked. “You’re telling me you don’t want to play, but you’re aroused!”

Yes, recalling how he’d plastered Roeland’s manly body to his on the ladder aroused him, but he didn’t need to make excuses—Hedin was his thrall, and according to custom, Alv didn’t owe him anything. His conscience said otherwise, of course, but in their world of stupid social codes, he couldn’t always listen to it.

“If I’m not the one making your dick hard like that,” Hedin shouted, giving the mattress a kick, “who is it?”

Alv frowned. “Ssh, keep your voice down. You aroused me with your hard dick, but I’m too tired to fuck right now.” Not exactly the truth, but Alv wanted to calm him. The last thing he needed was for the neighbors to hear this conversation. “I’ve been traveling for eight days. Can you respect that?”

Hedin held Alv’s look, his gaze a dark, angry green, then picked up his tunic and put it on with hasty moves. “Liar,” he sneered.

“No, I’m—”

“Shut up.” Hedin turned on his heels and headed for the door.

A slave would be punished for insulting his master, but Hedin was spoiled. Alv had allowed their relationship to escalate to a point where Hedin believed they were equals, that he owned Alv, and that they would be together forever.

Well, Alv loved the boy, and he loved sleeping with him. But the community would never accept that they were an official couple. Didn’t Hedin know that? Not because he was a slave, for slaves could earn their freedom and marry whomever they wanted, but because they were men.

Alv would have to sit down with him later and explain these things once and for all.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

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Blurb:

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head…

Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

*****

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“Supremely valiant” #SexySnippet from TORN AVENGER

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my current WIP, the dark M/M Viking romance TORN AVENGER.

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What was going to happen to Roeland? The combination of heavy labor and bad food and hygiene conditions could be fatal, but not a single soul would understand Alv’s qualms about letting a murderer rot. The thought of keeping him as a personal thrall had struck, but Alv already had one and found no plausible excuse to take two.

Besides, he couldn’t imagine giving Roeland orders. The man was far too “equal” to work for him. Too noble, too proud, too headstrong. Supremely valiant, with the courage of a warrior when he watched Alv raise the sword and cut his cheek!

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Blurb:

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

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“A presence and power that stunned him” #MWTease from TORN AVENGER

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases 🙂

This week’s tease comes from current WIP Torn Avenger, a dark M/M Viking historical romance.

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After Torsten came out of the hut with the sobbing Elke in tow and the baby tucked inside his shirt, they climbed down the hillside, leaving Alv alone with the prisoner. Elke hadn’t been allowed to talk to her brother. Alv had thought best to avoid dramatic goodbyes.

He glanced over at Roeland, whose head hung. Dark, wet hair concealed his eyes. He sat cross-legged in the grass with his wrists tied behind his back and looked beaten and cold, his clothes drenched.

Alv was supposed to avenge his brother’s death, but needed time. He was a medicine man apprentice learning to save lives, not take them. Besides, he hated the idea that a family had been destroyed just because Joar had gone on a wild raid with his friends and assaulted a woman. He clenched his teeth until his jaw hurt. Now, the responsibility lay in his hands, and he didn’t know how to make up for the misdeed, while at the same time executing the community’s expectation — killing the one who hacked Joar’s head off.

Roeland looked up, black gaze shimmering in a tired face. “How is Hilda doing? She hasn’t left the hut, and no one is telling me anything.”

Alv didn’t want to answer. It pained him to tell the truth.

“Please, I have to know!”

Norsemen never cried, at least not openly, so it would be natural to scorn the prisoner for his child-like behavior. But the hurt in Roeland’s voice brought warm tears to Alv’s eyes. His own grief, that he’d been forced to suppress in order to appear strong among his peers, blew up like a fire. The pain from losing Father and his beloved brother became too much to hold inside. His chest and stomach ached as if he’d swallowed a poison. Choking, he turned away so the prisoner wouldn’t see his reaction, but in doing so, he revealed that something terribly bad had happened.

A loud cry broke the silence behind him. “Hilda!

Alv didn’t want to turn and see, but did. The prisoner had risen to his knees and looked up to the sky with a disfiguring grimace, as if imploring his God, for surely he was Christian, to save his wife. “Hildaaa!” he yelled again, his torso spent like a bow.

That shocked Alv. Facing the warriors, Roeland had demonstrated immense courage and not moved a hair width when Alv swung the sword and sliced his cheek. But learning that something was wrong with his wife, he expressed his innermost feelings.

“I’m sorry,” Alv mumbled, throat tight. And he meant it.

Breathing heavily, Roeland sat back on his calves and closed his eyes. Silent sobs made his body twitch. Tears pressed through his lids, rolled down his cheeks, and mingled with the blood seeping from his cut. “What happened?” he croaked.

“She … uh … lost too much blood.”

“And the baby?”

“It survived.”

Roeland gasped and turned to him wide-eyed.

“Yes. She’s a girl.”

“Oh, thank God.” Roeland hunched forward so his hair shielded his face and cried without a sound.

Tears rolled down Alv’s cheeks, too. The pain bubbled inside. He couldn’t kill Roeland. It wasn’t going to happen.

He glanced at the ocean again. The white dots had approached and now had rectangular shapes. They were probably headed for the trading settlement of Bjørgvin.

Please don’t let them spot my war ship below and check things out…

Hurting, drained of strength, he walked over to the prisoner, knelt behind him, and undid the knot. He had no choice. No way could Roeland climb down the ladder with tied hands.

It took some time untangling the thick, wet sailor rope. Alv struggled, his fingers frozen from the rain.

Roeland spun, face tear-stricken. “Why are you freeing me?”

As their gazes met, a current went between them, something real, profound, like mutual understanding. Something that brought them together on a human and spiritual level, and surpassed the fact that one man was a prisoner of war and the other held his life — his death — in his hands.

And it hit Alv how handsome this man was up-close, if one disregarded the bleeding cut and disheveled beard and hair. Handsome, noble, valiant, and with a presence and power that stunned him.

He blew out a breath, then sucked it back in and continued working on the tight knot. “Shut up.”

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

 

I can’t reveal the cover yet, but I can give you Roeland, inspired by this handsomeness:

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Blurb:

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

 

*****

 

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Given Time by E.D. Parr

Congratulations to E.D. Parr on your new release!


 

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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.

 

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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.

 
 

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…

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

 
 

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“The Only Man in my Life” #SexySnippet from TORN AVENGER

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from the first chapter of my work in progress, the dark M/M Viking historical romance TORN AVENGER.

*****

Outside, someone shouted, “A boat is coming!” Quick footfalls sounded on the earth path that passed Alv’s house.

A boat? It had to be his older brother Joar, returning from war. Finally!

Hedin stretched and emitted a lazy moan. “What’s going on?”

Alv dislocated from him and immediately regretted his lover’s bodily warmth. “Joar is back. I think.” He gave Hedin a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, sat on the side of the mattress, and collected his clothes.

“You care more about him than about me,” Hedin teased with a grin.

“Pfft.” Alv mock-slapped his arm. “You know well there is only man in my life, and that’s you.”

*****

I can’t reveal the cover quite yet, but this is what Alv looks like:

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As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

*****

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