Saturday Spanks: Bound and Breathless -- #BDSM #BoxedSet #SaturdaySpanks

It’s been ages since I did a Saturday Spanks post. Since I just released a BDSM boxed set, though, this seemed an appropriate weekend. Enjoy!

About Bound and Breathless

Agony that burns - until it sets you alight with pleasure

For some people, kink is a game, a way to spice up sex by adding a hint of taboo. This book isn’t about those people.

These stories dig deeper, baring souls, exposing the heady thrill of power and surrender, intimacy and complicity. In the passionate dance of dominant and submissive, there is no tomorrow. There is only now, balanced between pleasure and pain, breathless with forbidden possibilities.

Excerpt from "Never Too Late"

Before I understand what’s happening, he’s looming over me, taking possession of my mouth, rolling my rigid nipples between his finger and thumb and kindling sparks. He tastes of the after-dinner mints they offer in the hotel coffee shop. His hands explore my body, weighing my breasts, groping my ass. Helpless, beyond rationality, I melt again.

“You know instinctively,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m the master you’ve dreamed of.” He nips the tender flesh of the lobe hard enough to make me cry out. “I’m the one who will make you beg for mercy and scream with pleasure.”

“No,” I say. “I haven’t. I can’t. I’m married.” My pro forma protests are weak, even to my own ears. He is already tearing the clothing from me. The first time his fingers graze my bare skin, electricity sizzles along the surface, down to my cunt. I moan, pressing against his still-clothed body. He chuckles and steps away.

“Turn around. Let me look at you. Especially at that fat ass.” My face burns with embarrassment as I follow his instructions. It never occurs to me to object. I feel his eyes on the butt that I can’t seem to shrink no matter how many hours I spend on the Stairmaster.

“Lovely,” he says and I glow with pride. He is pleased. That’s all I seem to need. He strokes my ample backside. When he moves away again, I nearly cry from the loss.

“I want you across my lap. I want to turn that pale flesh of yours a nice, rosy pink.”

I obey. I can’t believe that I’m doing it, but I stretch myself along his thighs. The fine wool of his slacks is distended at the groin. I rub my damp bush against the hard mass of his erection, the emotional pleasure almost trumping the physical. He wants me. That’s all that really matters.

“Be still, slut!” He slaps my ass cheek with terrible force. The pain is a shock. He brings his palm down again on the other side, even harder. I whimper and try not to move.

He rains blows down on my tender flesh. Sometimes he lands a stinging smack at the back of my plump thighs. Sometimes he catches me across the crevice between my cheeks. The pain builds and builds until tears blur my vision, but still he spanks me, again and again, with the same ferocity he showed me in the elevator.

My ass feels as though it’s bleeding and raw, yet still he beats me. His strength and stamina appear to have no limits. Floating in a red sea of pain, I sense his jubilation. As much as he has me in thrall, I’m also giving him what he needs. I know somehow he would stop if I told him to do so. I can’t bring myself to that point. I don’t want to disappoint him.

When he finally does stop, I hardly notice. I’ve grown accustomed to the sharp sting and the deeper ache from earlier strokes. It’s all I’ve ever known, all I want to know.

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People love whom they love – #PrideMonth #LGBTQ #EroticRomance

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By Fiona McGier (Guest Blogger)

Hi Lisabet, I'm thrilled to be here during your June LGBT celebration! While I haven't written any books that are all LGBT, there is a gay couple who fall in love in When a Wolf Howls. Their relationship continues in the sequel, Worth the Wait.

I write contemporary romance, with the occasional paranormal. Both my vampire saga, and my two werewolf books first appeared to me in dreams. But as the story unfolded from my fingertips into the laptop, as usual, I was surprised and delighted by the characters who emerged, and the relationships that developed.

I have a close cousin who is gay. We've decided that we're two sides of the same coin--we're very similar in temperament and world-views. Since he's gotten flack for coming out from his immediate family, as well as from extended relatives of ours, when I first invited him over to my house many years ago, after he moved back here from California, he was hesitant about what my husband might think about exposing our four kids to him. I told him he was being silly--after all, the man's married to me, so he knows how I think about many issues, not the least of which is people love whom they love, and it's no one else's business. So when he got to our house, I ushered him inside and he chatted with me in the kitchen while I cooked our Busia's (grandmother's) Golabki (pronounced gwumpki--Polish cabbage rolls served with mashed potatoes.) The kids were all off doing their own things--they were in middle school and high school, so lurking in their rooms all the time was the norm.

When I yelled that dinner was ready, the starving hordes rushed to the kitchen. I smiled at my cousin and introduced him to our kids by naming them, then describing them--this one's the oldest son, this is the second son, this is the third son, and this is our daughter--the baby. Since my cousin was the baby of four kids, he gave her a special smile. She smirked at him in return--they hit it off right away. Then I announced, "Kids, this is Reed, my cousin. He's gay. Let's eat." And we did. Afterward, my cousin thanked me for having him here to eat a specialty he hadn't had since his mother passed on when he was in high school. And he was touched by how my family accepted him completely. I hugged him and told him that's what he should expect from everyone--but especially from family.

Years later, my kids tease me that I must be disappointed that none of them are gay, since I always said I'd be one of those mom's wearing a tee shirt proclaiming my love for my gay child, while I marched in the Pride Parade held in downtown Chicago every year. I told them while they were still young that no matter who they turn out to be, they will always be loved by me.

In my first Northwest Maine Academy novel, When a Wolf Howls, Saoirse is depressed because she's been unable to find a job in Boston. Her bestie from grade school, a Black gay man named Freddie, is letting her crash at his place. She got her masters degree in biological research, but with a redhead's temper, she doesn't take easily to being told to fudge lab results to prove whatever the client is paying the lab to prove. Freddie tries to cheer her up by suggesting where she should apply. He finds a listing for a Biology teacher at a private high school up in Maine. He buys her ticket to the interview as a birthday present for her, and when she gets the job, they celebrate.

But the Northwest Maine Academy exists to give a safe place for teenagers to be in school, when their parents fear they might have a wolf living inside of them, gathering strength to present itself. Diego, the principal, is a werewolf, and his wolf tells him Saoirse is their mate. When she discovers the truth, she has a hard time accepting that the mythological is sometimes based on reality. When she and Diego get married, they do so in Boston. Freddie, as the Man of Honor, throws the celebration together, including hosting an epic bachelorette party. But when he meets the man he's going to be standing up to the wedding with, his world changes forever.

 

This is the morning after the epic weekend-long bachelorette party.

The next morning Saoirse's family started to check into the two hotels that had offered group rates... Saoirse checked into the Honeymoon Suite. She and Freddie checked out all of the amenities, laughing at the size of the California King four-poster bed. Freddie nicknamed it the gymnasium, while making suggestions for how to indulge in some light bondage using neck ties. Suddenly the door opened and Diego called out, "Where's my woman?"

Saoirse ran over to him and she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. He held her ass with both hands as they kissed as if they'd been separated for years, both completely oblivious that they were being watched.

Freddie shook his head, grinning at their display, before turning to talk to the man who had followed Diego into the room. Suddenly Freddie felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, and he stopped breathing, to stare open-mouthed at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen.

John approached him with a casual smile, extending his hand for a shake.

"Hi, I'm John Johnson, the best man."

Freddie held out his hand, while trying to stop his arm from shaking. When their palms met, John looked into his eyes sharply, in surprise, while Freddie felt the tingle race through his whole body, to end up centered in his groin, making his jeans suddenly way too tight.

"I'll say you are," he stammered, blushing as he recovered himself quickly." I mean--hello, I'm Freddie Landon. I'm the maid--I mean--man of honor."

"So you're Saoirse's best friend from back when you were little kids?"

He nodded. "Yup." And you're the man she told me was closeted so tightly the door had never been opened? Sam, we're not even any more. I owe you big time for this gorgeous man that I'm going to seduce as quickly as possible!

Freddie waved at the wedding couple, saying, "Maybe we should give them a little privacy?"

John glanced at them and nodded.

Both men made for the door, and Freddie announced as they passed, "You guys really need to come up for air or you're going to pass out from lack of oxygen. John and I are heading down to the bar in the lobby.You can meet us down there when you're--um--done."

(Later that night)

"Freddie, you've done a marvelous job!" Saoirse hugged him fiercely.

"Sam, nothing is too good for you, my sweetie," he grinned at her.

"But you set all of this up by yourself. I have the greatest-bestie that anyone could ever have. And you've been the best man of honor. I don't know how to thank you for all you've done."

Freddie glanced over at John, who was sitting next to Diego, chatting with Saoirse's parents.

"Oh, I think you've taken care of that just fine," he replied.

She looked where his eyes were and grinned, "Yeah, he is your type, isn't he?"

He nodded, "But you're right about him being wound tight. I know he's interested, but I'm trying to figure out how to seduce him."

"Just be careful, please. He's Diego's second--um--best friend. And he's a close friend of mine also. I don't want him to be hurt."

Freddie's eyebrows rose. "I don't plan on hurting him--unless he asks me to."

"Ha, ha."

"No, really. And I don't plan on doing anything that will spoil your joyous occasion."

She sighed heavily. "Fine. Just try to remember what your first time was like, and don't push him into anything he's not ready for."

"Honey, my first time was so long ago I can't even remember what that was like."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

Diego now looked around and beckoned for Saoirse to join him. John got up and headed toward the bathroom. Freddie sat quietly until he returned, then he waved for John to join him at his small table.

As John sat down, the waitress put two drinks on the table, and Freddie paid her for them both.

"How did you know what I'm drinking?" John asked.

"I've been watching you all evening," Freddie replied, careful to keep his voice casual.

"Why?"

Freddie leaned closer, as John took a sip from his drink.

"Because I know you felt the electric shock when we shook hands, just as much as I did."

John met his gaze steadily. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Freddie took a deep breath. "You're a gorgeous man, John. I'm very attracted to you. Normally I'd invite you back to my place, but you have a hotel room right upstairs. What say we bring our drinks with us, and go find a more private place to talk?"

"Are we going to do more than talk?"

Freddie looked deeply into his dark brown eyes and almost swooned.

"That depends on you, John."

John looked around slowly, before meeting Freddie's eyes, with his pupils so enlarged with excitement, the color was almost not visible anymore.

"Let's go."

Freddie had to resist the urge to jump up and pump his arm in celebration. Instead, he picked up his drink and followed John out of the bar.

* * * *

Find out more about these men, and the others who live at the Northwest Maine Academy by reading When a Wolf Howls. The sequel, Worth the Wait, continues the romances of Saoirse and Diego, as well as Freddie and John. There are also two more couple who find their bliss---so there are four romances.

Buy link for When a Wolf Howls-- https://books2read.com/u/4Eow6z

Find out more at my website: www.fionamcgier.com

About Me

I sub in high schools during the school year. Otherwise I'm writing and blogging about my books--and reading and writing reviews. Not only do I write erotic romance, I love to read it too. I often read while camping with my long-time HEA. Our four adult kids sometimes join us. I'm an avid Jazzerciser, and I love to hike in the woods. I also enjoy sewing--mostly masks these days-- crocheting afghans to keep my loved ones warm, and baking--cookies, muffins, and especially pies. I'm known for my never-fail pie crust, so I put the recipe on my website under the pies tab, along with some of my family's favorites, that I featured in one of my books that had a heroine who baked lots of pies.

 

Remember, every blog comment during June counts as an entry in my Pride Month giveaway!

Sign Up for June's Charity Sunday -- #CharitySundaySignup #Altruism #BlogHop

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This coming Sunday, the 27^th of June, is Charity Sunday.

Charity Sunday is a meme designed to give authors and bloggers a chance to give back to the world—as well as, hopefully, attract new readers.

How does it work? Each participant selects a favorite charity. Before Charity Sunday, you should prepare a blog post that: 1) talks about the charity and why you support it; 2) provides a link to the charity; 3) includes an excerpt from one of your books; 4) includes the code to show links to other participating blogs.

It’s fun if you can make the excerpt relate somehow to your chosen charity, but this isn’t required.

For every comment left on your post, you commit to giving some amount to the relevant charity. The specific charity and the amount to donate are up to you. You can set an upper limit to your donation if you want.

If you’d like to participate in the next Charity Sunday, just sign up using the Linky List below. Please be sure that the link you enter will lead directly to your Charity Sunday post, not just to the home page of your blog.

For more detailed instructions, go here:

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You can get my Charity Sunday banner here.

For an example, check out last month's Charity Sunday post.

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Review Tuesday: Random Acts of Crazy by Julia Kent - #romcom #threesome #ReviewTuesday

Random Acts of Crazy by Julia Kent

Indie-published, 2013

Darla Jo Jennings lives with her disabled, diabetic mother in a broken-down trailer in rural Ohio. She drives a rusty Toyota with holes in the floor and makes her living at the local gas station. Though Darla’s got dreams like every young woman in her twenties, she’s enough of a realist to know her future will probably be as uninspiring as her present. Then she encounters a gorgeous but confused young man by the side of the road, wearing nothing but a straw hat and a guitar covering his privates. When she picks him up (because obviously she couldn’t just leave him there), she realizes, through her fog of lust, that he’s Trevor Connor, lead singer for her favorite indie band Random Acts of Crazy.

Music is Trevor’s escape from his regimented, privileged life in Massachusetts. Supposedly he’s headed for Harvard Law School in the fall, fulfilling his family’s expectations, but the band is what brings him joy. When he steals and consumes his friend and band mate Joe Ross’s peyote, he’s making one grand gesture of protest against his pre-determined yuppie fate. How he manages to transport himself more than 600 miles to Ohio is a mystery. Perhaps it’s destiny.

Darla’s hard-scrabble world is so different from what he’s used to, it might as well be another planet. And Darla herself – lush and curvy, frizzy-haired, funny and blunt – is like no woman he’s ever met. Their mutual attraction leads to a coupling both intimate and intense. They’re both dreading the inevitable, soon-to-arrive moment of good-bye, when Joe shows up to rescue Trevor, only to fall under Darla’s spell himself. The energy flowing among the three of them feels real, powerful and strangely healthy and Darla’s honest enough to give in to her feelings, even if a threesome with two men from a different universe seems totally crazy.

Julia Kent doesn’t need another rave review for Random Acts of Crazy. Eight years after its original publication, the book is ranked 811 in the entire Kindle store, number 6 in Comedy and number 18 in Women’s Humorous Fiction. Nevertheless, having snagged a free copy of this novel in a recent promotion, I have to add my voice to the overall chorus of praise.

I loved Random Acts of Crazy, from beginning to end. It’s billed as a comedy, and it does have its funny moments, but what impressed me most was the out-of-the-box yet thoroughly believable characters and the steamy yet tender sex. Trevor’s and Joe’s culture shock is stark and vivid. Darla’s attempts to remain practical while falling ever deeper in love touched and moved me.

This is definitely Romance with a capital R. At the same time, the book is fresh, original and not afraid to take risks. Reverse harem is all the rage now, but when Ms. Kent penned Random Acts of Crazy, I believe this sort of three-way scenario was far less common.

And did I mention the love scenes? ;^) I found them gorgeously erotic, at least partly because we get an up-close view of what the characters are feeling as well as what they’re doing.

I've read at least one of the later books in the Random series, and to be honest didn’t like it as well, because it portrayed Darla as too ditzy to be believable. That’s not the Darla we see in this book. She may be prone to gaffes and have little social finesse, but she’s a strong, resourceful woman, a deeply appealing character. It’s no wonder both Trevor and Joe fall in love with her.

A sex-drenched trip to hell ... #EroticRomance #Giveaway #AuthorInterview

Today I’m delighted to welcome Jayce Carter to my blog. She’s touring with her new release Hell Raising and Other Pastimes, but has taken time out to chat with me.

Lisabet Sarai: Which character in your current book did you relate to the most and why?

Jayce Carter: I honestly connect a lot with Ava. I wish I could say I was as funny, but sadly it’s mostly just the anxiety and feeling I don’t fit in that I relate to. Ava is constantly looking to fit in, to find a place where she belongs. This has been a lifelong desire for her, and it is one I understand. I have often been a person who hasn’t quite measured up to the norm. As a kid, I often played alone or felt like I didn’t quite get things the way a lot of my peers did. While I’ve understood myself better as I’ve gotten older, I still get the desire and drive to be accepted, so when Ava suffers with that, it hits home.

LS: How important was professional editing to your book’s development?

JC: I don’t use much in the way of help when it comes to writing. I am a solitary person in that endeavor. When it comes to editing, however, that is a different matter. My editor is indispensable. I am the first to admit I am a writer, not an editor. I have a grasp of some basic grammar, but beyond that? My brain refuses to play nice and remember anything. My poor editor has probably aged ten years from all the times she’s had to correct “lay” vs “lie”. She’s even sent me the same graphic over and over until giving up, probably realizing that despite my best attempts, my brain just will not learn it.

LS: What was your hardest scene to write?

JC: I don’t want to go into this too deeply, to avoid spoilers, but there is a scene where Ava deals with the grief of loss. It was gut wrenching for me to write that, to put her through it and to experience those feelings along with her. I’ve written things that were hard before, but loss has to be the most difficult.

LS: How long did it take you to write this book?

JC: I spent about a month writing the rough draft of this book before editing and then sending it off to my publisher. After that point, there was more work to be done, edits to go over, revisions to be made, but those were sporadic and harder to put a timeframe on.

LS: What part of this book was the most fun to write?

JC: I loved the world building. This was the first truly ‘other’ book I got to write. Even book one in the series was more of an urban fantasy, so while there were paranormal aspects, it was built in a contemporary world. With this book, I was able to get creative, to make hell the way I saw it, and I wasn’t bound by the restrictions of the real world. It was so much fun to have that sort of freedom!

Blurb

Lots of people have told me to go to hell—I guess they finally got their wish.

I’ve finally accepted the fact I might not be entirely human, so you’d think life could give me a minute. Instead, I find myself sucked into hell at Lucifer’s demand, and I realize death is even more complicated than my life was.

I’m still searching for how to stop the missing spirits before it’s too late, and with no suspects other than Lucifer, I have to survive hell—where everything wants to kill me—so I can confront the devil himself. Not even my love life can be simple, though. Troy is terrified of his werewolf side hurting me, Kase and Grant are lying to me, and Hunter is keeping his own secrets. I know better than to trust anyone, especially the men who have taken over my life.

Get to Lucifer’s Court, find out the truth about the missing spirits, figure out exactly what I am, and try not to die along the way. Oh, and don’t fall in love with the men who will for sure break my heart and possibly get me killed.

Easy enough, right?

Excerpt

Why was it that men walked out of quickies like some sort of victory lap, but women felt like we had whore tattooed across our foreheads?

Troy had already headed downstairs after dressing. He hadn’t said a lot, had regained a little of that distance he’d had before. I chalked that up to the awkwardness of the moment.

Besides, I had needed a moment to get myself ready. I’d cleaned up as best I could, using a tiny bit of the water Kase had left for me. No one wanted to walk while still sticky…

Still, as I went down the stairs, as all four sets of eyes swung toward me, I felt like each of them could see what I’d done.

They’ve all seen you naked. They’ve all been inside you. There isn’t much mystery.

My cheeks burned as I tucked my hair behind my ear and tried to look as if I didn’t care.

Men could screw everything that walked. Why not me?

No one spoke at first, and I had a moment of thinking everyone would pretend nothing happened. We didn’t need to address anything, right?

“So what did you think of a knot, shadow-girl? Always wanted to try it myself, but I’m a chicken.” Hunter paired the words with a grin so wide, he looked like some sort of jester.

So much for pretending…

About the Author

Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choosing writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.

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Sample my new release! #BDSM #Erotica #BoxedSet

 

Today is release day for my new boxed set of BDSM stories. Bound and Breathless: Passionate Kink includes some of my most intense and moving tales of dominance and submission. The tales are mostly M/f and F/m, with one threesome tale where the relationships are too complicated to be captured in the usual shorthand!

This 130 page collection is available now on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. You’ll find the blurb below, plus an exclusive X-rated excerpt not shared anywhere else!

Blurb

Agony that burns - until it sets you alight with pleasure

For some people, kink is a game, a way to spice up sex by adding a hint of taboo. This book isn’t about those people.

These stories dig deeper, baring souls, exposing the heady thrill of power and surrender, intimacy and complicity. In the passionate dance of dominant and submissive, there is no tomorrow. There is only now, balanced between pleasure and pain, breathless with forbidden possibilities.

X-Rated Exclusive Excerpt (from Never Too Late)

It takes no more than sixty seconds. One dark look from him and I’m on my knees, his heavy, uncut cock brushing my lips. “Open,” he says, and his silken voice wipes away every doubt and regret.

His cock is as silky as his voice but with a core of steel. He slides it into my suddenly eager mouth. I suck at the salty, slightly sour flesh, but only for an instant before he takes over.

He’s very hard, very urgent. The hand tangled in my hair tells me he needs this as much as I apparently do. He drives his length down my throat. I take it all, like some porn star, desperate to please him. It hurts. The skin is soft but he uses his cock like a battering ram, determined to break down my walls.

They are down already. I stretch my jaws, crane my neck, and receive what he gives.

His cum erupts across my tongue. I choke and sputter, trying to swallow the bitter fluid. A few drops trickle down my chin onto my linen jacket. At that moment, I don’t care. He strokes my curls back into some semblance of order and raises me to my feet. His eyes are black diamonds.

“I knew it,” he says. Slow, thoughtful, he smears my lipstick even further with his thumb. I feel my lower lips gaping too, just as wet and swollen. “I could tell.” My nipples peak under my jacket, screaming for his attention. He continues to gaze into my eyes. I can’t hide.

The elevator dings. “My floor,” he says, laughter rippling on the edge of his words for the first time. He takes my hand. A sharp rectangle of plastic cuts into my sweating palm. “Room 1263. Seven o’clock.”

“But...” I begin. He silences me with a single look.

“It’s your choice,” he tells me. “But you know you want it. And I want you, Elizabeth. I want to make you mine. I’ve been watching you – the way you move your hips, the way you toss your hair. I know what you need. I can give it to you.”

He steps out into the carpeted mezzanine and is lost in the crowd of suits. I continue down to the lobby, stumble out on rubbery legs, and race for the ladies’ room to repair myself.

My support pantyhose have runs in both legs. I toss them in the bin intended for sanitary napkins, slipping bare feet back into my heels. I pin my badge over the cum spot on my chest. I repaint my lips, noting how bruised they look.

I can do nothing about the haunted look in my eyes.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a daze. I attend the sessions I’ve flagged in my program, futilely scanning the halls for a glimpse of him. I try to focus on the speakers. The memory of his flesh pounding into me drives everything else from my mind. I replay the heat that melted me into a seething puddle at his feet. I’m almost ready to believe it was some fevered dream, but the stain on my suit tells me otherwise.

I’m outside his room at seven sharp, heart pounding as though I’d run a marathon. What am I doing? I’m fifty five, married nearly three decades. I’m a grandmother, for heaven’s sake. The keycard slides into the lock. The light flashes green. I step across the threshold, knowing the risks but unable to stop myself.

Read it today!

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097HJYMFC/

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Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B097HJYMFC/

Universal Amazon link: https://rxe.me/HJYMFC

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I love them all … #MMRomance #BookBundleGiveaway #TrueStory @Parr_Books

By E.D. Parr (Guest Blogger)

Hi Lisabet! Thank you for inviting me to your blog to celebrate Pride Month.

Naturally, I love all my stories and characters and so choosing one to talk about was a hard choice but I’ve brought along Like a Thief in the Night.

I wrote the story long after one of my work colleagues shared his real life experience of meeting his husband with me. Time passed, but he’d seeded the inspiration for two characters meeting in a work of fiction and that seed finally grew in, Like a Thief in the Night.

In my day job, I’ve met and become friends with a group of gay men whose love for their partners and shared tenderness fills my heart every single time I see them. Lately, we’ve only met online, which is how we all work now, but it’s still the same. They exude joy in each other. Their love, visible in their little touches and kisses, is good for my soul.

Of course, Like a Thief in the Night isn’t their exact story. Only the way my characters Jon Palmer and Saxon Dearing meet is close to the truth of how my friends Tom and Jonathan met, although Jon Palmer’s description and talent is modeled on Tom. These dear friends told me their story nearly eleven years ago when we’d been working together for some months and grown close. They were thrilled I used it in my story.

I was already writing gay romance stories but surprisingly in 2008, many publishers saw them as a huge risk, so my first published fiction was the usual male/female romance. At that time, I relaxed by writing fiction. I’d always moved in circles where my friendship groups contained gay and lesbian people. I’d worked for gay guys in the entertainment and arts industry. Sometimes, societal unpleasantness and threats made their lives miserable. I admired their courage, but more than that, I had never understood why homosexuality was frowned upon, and worse, made illegal in the past.

In 2014, my first gay romance/suspense was published. Joyfully, I went back to writing gay stories; gay romance, suspense, paranormal romance, fantasy, and sci-fi. I hope my stories give as much pleasure to my readers as I feel writing them.

I’m dedicating this guest post to my friends,

Josh and Ryan, for sharing your real life love story with me way back in early 2010, and to Tom and Jonathan, your devotion to each other, and hilarious anecdotes of your meeting and life together are a continual source of inspiration.

I’ve chosen this teaser from Like a Thief in the Night (it’s the lovers' meeting). 

Saxon’s eyelids drooped. He caught himself before he fell asleep with his laptop balanced on his thighs as he checked Singapore trading. He logged out, closed the lid, and slid the machine under his big low bed. It grazed the side of the baseball bat he kept under there, just in case. A habit left over from the early days of his career when he lived in a neighborhood fraught with crime. Saxon had cleaned his teeth earlier, so he threw the pillow that had supported his back to the other side of the bed. Fatigued, he dropped to sleep as soon as he lay his head down.

Some change in the familiar sounds he generally slept through woke him. He listened without focusing in the darkness blanketing the sleeping end of his studio apartment. Then, with a growing sense of dread, as his eyes became used to the dimness, the realization that someone opened the prismed skylight over the living area sent a prickle of sensation up his spine. He rolled silently from his bed, and prone on the warm wooden flooring, he clasped the baseball bat to his side.

Fearful, but convinced he had the element of surprise to confront an intruder, Saxon watched as a man, tall, arm muscles straining, but obviously practiced at the maneuver, hung through the gap created when he’d pushed the skylight along. Saxon knew there’d once been a stair to that skylight and the roof, but the agent told him the builders had sealed off access in the conversion of the building. He muffled a ragged breath. Should I rush the guy as soon as he’s in the room? His heart hammered. Undecided, Saxon lay there, ramrod stiff, clutching his bat.

The man’s feet dangled only a little way from the floor.

It’ll be raining on my polished floor through that gap. The thought traveled through Saxon’s troubled mind. His grimace became a grim smile.

The trespasser dropped with a soft thud. He strode to the European laundry, and pulled open the right side of the louvered doors. He brought a broom and closed the skylight from below. The glass prism slid along easily and the man stilled for a moment gazing up.

Fucking hell, he knows where things are. Under cover of the pooled darkness and his bedframe, Saxon stared as the intruder took the broom back to the alcove room.

The man closed the doors, turned, and after flipping on the floor lamp standing next to the saloon doors of the kitchen, went through them.

Saxon waited, confused and shocked.

The lamp cast a soft amber glow over the immediate area and raindrops glistened in the man’s dark hair as he arrived back with a wad of paper towel, and cleaned up the splattering of water on the floor. Then he took off a backpack he wore, slipped it to the floor by an armchair, and retreated to the kitchen. In seconds, he was back. He must have left his rain-wet jacket in the kitchen because he appeared in a dark sweater.

Saxon discovered he was holding his breath, when, as the guy disappeared through the bathroom door, dizziness engulfed him. He gathered his courage as he gulped in air. With a quick rub of his elbow that had supported him on the luckily heated but hard floor, he stood and rammed his feet into the leather tartan-lined slippers he favored. Hanging onto his baseball bat, Saxon crept toward the bathroom, trying not to let the soles of his slides slap on the parquet. Halfway there he froze.

A line of light from the bathroom fell across the floor and armchair on that side of the room. Only a little ajar, Saxon could still hear the unmistakable sound of the shower through the opening. What the hell? He’s taking a shower. What sort of burglar takes a shower? Saxon sagged onto the arm of the chair. Fear and now bewilderment weakened him. He hadn’t time to do more than stand as the intruder came out of the bathroom wearing one of Saxon’s big fluffy towels around his waist.

Saxon stared at him. Fuck, I could do without him being hot. He ran his gaze rapidly over the delicious hard chest on display and then locked eyes with the guy. He is gorgeous.

Light from the bathroom lit the young man from behind. His damp hair stroked his cheeks in unruly strands. He held his hands up, palms out.

Saxon lifted his baseball bat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice cracked.

The guy nodded at the bat. “You won’t need that. I’m harmless. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect anyone to be home.” A contrite expression passed on his handsome face, and then Saxon was certain amusement replaced it.

Saxon dropped his arm and the bat swung by his leg. “Clearly.” He glared at the man, but inexplicably couldn’t summon anger, and in the face of this half-naked gorgeous guy, his fear disappeared and curiosity filled him. “You’d better explain yourself.”

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing.

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Blurb

Gorgeous businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place for three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.

Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.

When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.

Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?

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About E. D. Parr

E. D. currently lives in a small coastal town in the UK. A multi-published author, E. D. Parr presently writes for Evernight Publishing and has gay romance published by Encompass Ink and eXtasy Books as well as male/female romance published under another name by Siren Publishing, Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly imprint, Hot Ink Press, and Evernight Publishing.

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