New Release MM romance
A Forever Kind of Thing, from
Encompass Ink
Businessman
Will has hoped to meet musician Josh for so long, he’s astonished and elated
when Josh finally notices and pursues him at one of the band’s gigs.
After
a heady night of love, Josh is devastated when Will turns out to be a
millionaire. He’s not a hustler. He couldn’t take and he couldn’t compete. He
retreats into his music.
Will
is sure they could have something special and tries to prove his love for Josh
in the only way he knows how. Trouble is—it’s the wrong way.
Josh
is shocked to discover he can’t forget Will.
They
want each other. Their chemistry is scorching.
But
Josh is running in the opposite direction as Will longs to love him.
Can
love triumph?
Read a teaser:
Josh
saw Will at one end of the bar and his heart leapt. Flutters started up in his
stomach and he took a deep breath trying to steady himself. The encounter had
rocked him to the core. He’d never in his wildest dreams expected to feel the
way he did about a man whose name he still didn’t know. I want to, though. I want to know all about him. I want him in my life,
and from the way he responded, he wants me bad. That’s great. I need it.
He
watched the play of emotions cross Will’s face as he approached and stood close.
“Hi.
I’m Josh Winters and you are…?” He grinned mischievously.
“Will—Will
Trenton.” Will’s eyes held warmth, affection, and desire.
A
spark of recognition lit in Josh’s mind. “That’s a familiar name, but I
wouldn’t have been able to put a face to it. Are you famous or something?” He
gestured to the bartender.
“A
beer thanks—and for you?” He gave Will a tender look designed to tell the guy
he liked him a lot.
“The
same but let me … let me get them.”
Josh
shook his head. “We have a tab.”
He
saw a look of worry flit through Will’s eyes.
“It’s
really okay, Will.” Josh moved even closer to Will. The toe of one boot touched
the toe of Will’s. He gazed into Will’s eyes. Time slowed for Josh. This man
was even more attractive close up with his handsome face lit by the bar’s
sparkling white downlights. He took in the shade of stubble and wanted to bite
Will’s chin. He ached to grab Will and thrust his tongue between those perfect
lips. He recalled the way Will’s thick hair had felt as he grasped a handful. Softness
filled his stomach. He didn’t know if this was love, but it sure was
tenderness.
Copyright
Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink
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A Forever
Kind of Thing was originally a story bound for an MM Romance anthology, but the
publisher decided not to go ahead with the anthology and asked to publish the
story alone.
The story
used to be half the size it is now as my new release. As soon as I knew about
the anthology being cancelled, I began to rewrite the story with all the parts
I’d missed out when I had to keep the word count to the anthology limit.
I was so
excited about this because I’d cut down and left out so much to keep within the
word limits and it was a gift to be able to put everything back and add to the
story, too.
Naturally,
and as usual, I love my characters. In this story, Joshua Winters, is adorable
as the musician who as he puts it, ‘can’t compete and can’t take,’ when he discovers
what Will Trenton is.
Will is a
sweetheart. He’s hoped that one day, when he’s in a nightclub watching Josh’s
band, that as the band take their break, he will run into Joshua. He’s about
given up hope of ever meeting Josh in person and I hope his need strikes a
chord with anyone who has ever wanted love as much as Will. Will might be a
millionaire but he’s self-made. He’s generous and kind.
Josh is
ultra sexy and confident until faced with delicious Will.
Their love
story is special to me because in accepting how much he wants Will, Josh plants
the seeds of success and overcomes his fears of coming out.
About Elodie:
I’m
a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.
I
love music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and
words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence
is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home,
and I write.
