Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Out now #gayromance Snowflake Wine a delicious #MMromance with an edge of fantasy @elodieparkes



From Elodie

The story is contemporary gay romance with an edge of fantasy, especially written as a sweet but sexy Christmas treat.
Jamie Snow and Nathan Bloom, my characters are as usual, dear to me.

Jamie has battled all his life with his strange, fantastic gift. His is the character that brings the element of fantasy to the story. The inspiration behind the creation of this character came, weirdly enough, in the summer, when I visited a ruined abbey. In the grounds were flowering shrubs that I’d never encountered before. From a distance, the flowers looked like frost, and as I drew close, into my mind came the idea of Jamie, a sprite who loves cold, ice, frost, and to comfort himself in the warm weather, he decorated the shrubs with frost flowers.

Nathan Bloom is the perfect partner for Jamie—gorgeous, calm, loving and open. He’s looking for love. He’s onto Jamie’s gifts long before he lets Jamie know it. This is a love story—romantic, sexy, hopeful.


Blurb

Hunky Nathan Bloom works late for the company putting up the town Christmas lights and decorations.

Gorgeous, enigmatic, Jamie Snow works late forecasting the weather from his desk in the meteorology office.

Nathan sighs over the prospect of a holiday season with no one to love.

Jamie wonders if he’ll ever find a man to love who will accept his mysterious origins and talents.

One cold night, as Nathan finishes hoisting the wreath lights up the building where Jamie works, they meet.

The brilliant festive lights aren’t the only things to sparkle as the two men connect on a deep level.

Be delighted by a delicious, contemporary, gay romance with an edge of fantasy this season.
Sometimes being different is awesome.



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Jamie Snow sat alongside Nathan. He glanced across at the man who stirred his frosty heart. He’s so attractive. Jamie hadn’t loved in a long time. He felt more than ready for it—longed for it on lonely nights. He wasn’t about to give up on the chance that this man might want a lover, that he was gay wasn’t in question. No straight guy looked the way he had at another man.

“My name’s Jamie, Jamie Snow.” He softened his voice as he spoke. The man beside him inspired tenderness and he felt a little prick of guilt. Using the weather to flirt with him had been inspired but maybe a little naughty.

Nathan drove the truck into a wide car lot that Jamie hadn’t known existed behind the furniture store on the end of the main street. “Here we are. The store allows us to leave the bigger rigs here every year. Jamie Snow—that’s an interesting name for a meteorologist—mine’s Nathan Bloom.”

Jamie’s smile infused his tone. “Yes. People tease me sometimes at work, they’ll know we’ve forecast it and as I walk by they’ll say, ‘here comes the snow,’ but I don’t mind. I like this name.”

“You’ve had others?” Nathan asked with a laugh.

Jamie didn’t want to reply. He waited. I won’t be lying to this lovely guy if I don’t answer.

Nathan turned off the truck engine and twisted to talk to Jamie. “It’s a cool name. Where do you live?”

It appeared he’d forgotten his question.
Happiness trickled into Jamie’s soul that the attractive man beside him liked his name, and used the word, cool. Eagerly, Jamie told Nathan his address on the outskirts of the town.

Nathan grinned, his eyes reflecting Jamie’s emotion. “I know it well. I live a couple of streets south from there.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes, 2018, Encompass Ink

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About Elodie
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK. I write for Evernight Publishing, Siren, Hot Ink Press, Encompass Ink, and eXtasy Books.
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.
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Friday, February 2, 2018

Celebrating the re-release of Stone Kisses with a #teaser FREE this weekend


Two gods left over from ancient times, trapped in a game of love.
Down the centuries they play the game until someone breaks the rules.
18+ contemporary, fantasy, romantic comedy

The new edit from Traveling Stars is now released on Amazon and Free to read on Kindle Unlimited and the celebrate the re-release FREE FEBRUARY 2-4
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Stella was surprised to see Justin arrive. She hadn’t expected him until after seven, but it was lovely all the same. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

Justin held her and moved his face for a kiss on the lips. Then he hugged her tight.
“I’m sorry about Mercury,” he whispered against her lips.

Stella nodded.

They walked into her house, and she offered Justin coffee, but he pulled her close and leaned against the kitchen table with her standing between his legs.

“When did you discover him gone?” Justin asked, because he wanted her to talk through her sadness.

“This morning when I went out there with my coffee to talk to him he’d vanished. I called the police and they came about an hour later. They don’t hold out much hope of getting him back for me, although they were kind.” Stella’s sigh rang with sorrow.

Justin hugged her. He put a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed it. Then he kissed her lips gently before he answered. Faced with her sadness he felt wretched about stealing Mercury away from her.

“We’ll get you something else, and in fact I’ve brought you something already to cheer up the empty place where Mercury used to be. Come out to my car. Let’s get it.”

Stella smiled softly at him. “Justin, that’s so kind of you.”

He got the big frog out of the back of the SUV, and the pot of pink daisies, which he gave to Stella to carry as he closed the back of the car up.

“Justin, this is lovely. Flowers and a frog” Stella smiled in delight and kissed him before they walked down the side path to her back garden.

Once there, Justin placed the frog next to the pond, and Stella put the big pot of pink daisies on her patio paving before she walked down to the pond. She watched Justin angle the frog so that it looked as if the frog was leaping into the water.

He looked at her for approval as he stood back.

Stella went to him and put her arm around his waist. “Justin, thank you this is such a kind thing to do. The frog and the flowers are lovely,” she told him again.
Justin turned to her and crushed her against him because he loved her, and he was so sorry about what he’d done to Mercury.

Copyright T.Stokes 2018 Traveling Stars Entertainment, Publishing


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Midweek teaser from Blood of Changes #vampires #romance #urbanfantasy



Left for dead by his only love, Drew is helped by his old vampire friend, Greta. He's lost his memory and as he tries to go back to his old life, he begins to change. As the days go by events spiral out of control and all he can think about is finding the woman who left him for dead. Suspense, fun, romance, a vampire hunt, and a love story.

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Drew opened his eyes. He had a raging thirst, and he grasped the wrist held close to his mouth biting into it, sucking the blood frantically.

Greta tried to soothe him and take her wrist away.

“Drew, Drew, are you okay? You will be hungry. Let me get you blood. You need a good, long, drink.” She watched him as he sat up disoriented and puzzled.

“Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on?” Drew was struggling to stand, and he was unsteady on his feet at first.

Greta was worried, she wanted him fed right now or he might turn on her, and she took his hand.
“Come on, Drew, let’s go get you some food. There will be plenty in your fridge.”

Drew shrugged off her hand and repeated, “Who are you?”

He followed her down the stairs to the kitchen and watched her as she took out a carafe of blood. He desperately needed the blood and grabbed it, drinking from the carafe until it was empty. He felt better but still hungry. Passing the table to get to the fridge he put the empty carafe down and then took out more blood in blood bags. He drank two down and then sighed. Turning to Greta he suddenly smiled.

“Thank you for helping me, and I still don’t know who you are.” His manner was gentle and open. Greta was surprised. She stared at him dumbfounded for a few seconds. Drew pulled out a chair from the table and offered it to Greta to sit down. Drew sat next to her waiting for her to answer.

Greta took a deep breath. “My name is Greta, and we’re old friends, very old. You live here. Something happened to you to make you die, before you did die, you called me and asked for help. When I got here, you were dying. Then you just died for a few moments, so I fed you my blood to bring you back again. This is your house, Drew. Do you remember anything now?” She tried a smile at him. He seemed solemn and intent on her as she spoke. She was waiting for the old Drew to show up, smart mouthed, arrogant, and selfish.

Drew looked about him at the big kitchen and then back at Greta.
“I don’t remember a thing. Was I a vampire before? I don’t feel shocked about it. In fact, it seems familiar. I feel comfortable with it as if I’ve always been one. I feel hungry again. Let’s go hunting and thank you once more for saving me.”

He touched the shirt he was wearing, and looked down at it.
“There will be a shower here. Show me around, Greta. I’ll get changed and then we can go hunting.” He smiled his lovely smile and she could tell he was different. He didn’t know his smile was sexy and enticing, and he was being friendly and polite. He stood up and offered her his hand.

Greta showed him around the house. 
When she showed him the bathroom attached to his bedroom, the same one he’d lay dying in, he wrinkled his nose.
“It’s horrible, look at the mess. I should get it cleaned up. Do I have helpers? This is a big house?” He was serious and worried as he asked her this.

Greta smiled broadly. “Not at the moment, but we can get you some later.” She took him to the other bathroom down the hall and left him there.
Greta shook her head in disbelief. What had happened here? Where was that witch Elise? She cleaned up the bathroom attached to Drew’s bedroom. It took seconds. There were cleaning materials in the cupboard under the kitchen sink. The bathroom had been kept clean by someone, and apart from the mess of blood vomit, nothing else needed doing.

She looked around the place. In the wardrobe, she noticed a couple of dresses that belonged to Pearl. Weird, she thought, but left them alone. There was no evidence of the witch Elise that she could see. She could smell her around the place. It was a vague smell, but she knew it was Elise because she’d met her. Drew seemed not to recall Elise. That’s a blessing, Greta thought, and not just because she’d always had a romantic fantasy about herself and Drew.

Drew appeared in the doorway, a white towel around his waist, his hair wet. He looked gorgeous, and Greta feasted her eyes on this sight as he walked towards her.

“Are we only friends, Greta?” he asked, giving her a look loaded with sexual invitation.

Greta swallowed. This could be her chance, because she’d wanted Drew for years. Maybe she could just kiss him. Her heart yearned for it and then her head overruled the desire. What would happen if Drew got his memory back and she’d taken this advantage of him? It might not be pretty. She nodded at him. “Yes only friends.”

Drew looked at her knowingly, as he approached her. “But you’d like more…I can see it…let me kiss you just to say thank you for rescuing me.”

She stood very still as he came close. She was as tall as he was at around six feet, maybe just over. Their faces were level. Drew was gentle and caring as he took her face in his hands and kissed her. Greta kissed him back. She felt an overwhelming desire, but did nothing else except stand there, her hands by her sides.


Drew sighed as he pulled away. “That felt good. I think I need more than blood on my hunt.” He smiled at Greta and she smiled too. Drew was nice like this, and she wanted him more than ever.

Copyright T.Stokes 2018 Traveling Stars
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Sunday, January 14, 2018

Welcome back to E.D. Parr and new release #MMromance #scifi The Dreamboat


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?
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Darian waited until Milan couldn’t see him from the skeeter, and then he circled the grounds and took the back gate to the path that would lead him away from the royal quarter of the city. He sped home, walking at a pace, his cloak wrapped around him, and all the time his thoughts spun. When Indigo had asked to see him again soon, he’d somehow invited his lover, his love, to visit his home. Darian didn’t know if he’d extended the invitation so that if Indigo was going to leave him because he was poor, it would happen fast and save him severe heartbreak, or if he hoped Indigo would accept his poverty, and his anxiety would diminish leaving him free to love Indigo. I’ve fallen in love with him. I never saw it coming. I wonder if he did? If he loves me, that is…
Darian passed one of the better apartment buildings. Less ancient and better kept than the one he currently lived in, the turrets gleamed lilac in the sun and willow trees draped over low white walls surrounding the building. Huge pots of jasmine stood at the bottom of the stoop. The sign he’d noticed a few days previously still hung from the wide pillared porch. ‘Apartment vacant, apply within.’

He paused. It can’t hurt to look. He walked up the path. The rich scent of jasmine wafted over him. He rang the bell.

The concierge showed him the apartment. It had a long balcony overlooking a bend in the stream that wound past the castle and fed the half-moat. Wild roses blossomed on the bank. The morning breeze played with pale pink petals, lifting them and scattering them gently into the sparkling water.

Darian fell in love with apartment. It was clean and bright with light from long windows. The pale floors of polished wood added to the charm. It sat close to the border delineating the royal quarter so would only take him minutes to walk to work.

“Yes, I’ll take it.” Surprise widened his eyes as he heard the words falling from his mouth.

“Two moons’ rent up front is required before you move anything in—one for the rent, one for security. You’ll need to sign a contract. Any nonsense, noise, bawdy behavior, litter, damage, and you’re out. I don’t give warnings. I don’t give back the security money.”

Darian cringed under the suspicious gaze of the concierge. He’d expected a less alarming transaction. He only paid weekly for the place he currently lived in. The landlord there was kinder in manner. He thought about the invitation he’d given to Indigo. How wonderful it would be to meet Indigo at the castle and bring him here instead of to his dusty little rooms in the poor area of the city. “I need to bring the money later today after I’ve collected payment for my work.”

The concierge smirked. “Work at Temptations do ya, pretty boy?”

Darian recoiled and shook his head. “I do not. Not that anyone who does is … is inferior. I’m a musician.”

“Right then, if you’re not back with payment by fifteen hundred hours the place goes to the next applicant.”

Darian nodded and backed away. He left the building. By the time he arrived at his current dwelling he wondered how he could amass two moons’ rent in so little time. The sum amounted to an entire wage period. He made coffee and gazed from his pitted window at the people passing on the boardwalk that raised them from the unmade dirt track. People in this area still used ground transport and a vehicle sped by kicking up a cloud of dust and small gravel.
Darian had showered in the sky barge. Indigo had left him alone so that they didn’t fall on each other and have sex, which they’d enjoyed all night, but would have been unable to resist again, naked and close to each other in the cascade of water. He pictured his lover laughing and his heart contracted with emotion. I must rent that apartment. I can’t bring Indigo here. I wonder if the treasurer would pay me wages in advance. I’ll ask. The queen expected him at the castle by noon to sing and play as she entertained guests for lunch.

Darian possessed only three sets of clothes and he put on the last clean shirt from his armoire. He gathered the items that needed cleaning—two shirts and a pair of pants along with two pairs of undergarments and a cotton jacket. He stuffed them in the blue canvas bag to drop them to the laundry at the end of the street. The woman there was good at her job and inexpensive. A deci-coin would buy her services. He took one from the tiny pouch of money secreted in the inside pocket of his cloak and slid it into his pants pocket so that he could pay without showing he had other coin. It was a trick he’d learned as a young man living on the streets of the neighboring world’s capital.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017, Evernight Publishing

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