a look at ‘String of Pearls’ by E.D.Parr #Gay #Romance @parr_books @evernightpub


Thank you for
inviting me to your blog today with new release MM romance,
String of Pearls

The story is set in the same SciFi fantasy city as last
year’s release, The
Dreamboat
.
Indigo Vaughn, the warlock head of security, features in the
story along with a new cast of characters. When I wrote The Dreamboat, I
already had the new characters in my head along with their story. Tobias Mars
and Dante Pepper, the elite space pilots for the royal court, very nearly made
an appearance in The Dreamboat, but because that story is about Indigo at last
finding love, I decided they needed their own story.
Once upon a time Dante and Tobias were close to becoming
lovers, but Dante met Viridian and fell in love. Tobias has yet to meet his
love when String of Pearls, opens. He’s a man of high integrity, handsome,
caring, but also longing for love and sex. String of Pearls is his love story.

Blurb
Handsome, elite space pilot, Tobias Mars is completing a
special mission, when on a water planet, recently ravaged by space pirates, he
discovers Dreft Hann hiding and injured in the sand dunes.
There’s instant attraction between the two men, but
honorable Tobias believes the fact Dreft is in his care precludes him from
showing his growing love for the young man. What’s worse is his shocking
discovery of Dreft’s real identity. Even so, Tobias can’t deny his feelings for
Dreft.
When head of royal security, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn
discovers Dreft’s secret, he anticipates trouble.
As beautiful Dreft falls in love with Tobias and dreams of
joining the elite pilot squad, trouble is brewing from someone in Dreft’s past.
Will love finally win with so many obstacles in Tobias and
Dreft’s path?
Warning, the book contains MM sex, MMM sex, gay anal sex, MM
oral sex

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Read an excerpt
Tobias
Mars gazed at Dreft lying on top of the bed in room ten of the infirmary.
Hari’s treatment had worked wonders and not only on Dreft’s wounds. Hari had
cleaned Dreft up. His hair, now a dirt-free glossy hazelnut brown was brushed
back to show off the handsome planes of his face. Hari had replaced Dreft’s
strange boy-like clothes with the infirmary’s grey cotton pants and t-shirt. The man was, as his colleague, Dante,
put it, deliciously pretty. For a fleeting moment, Tobias wondered what it
would be like to kiss those perfect lips and hold that muscular body to his
own. He shook the thought away.

Dreft
opened his eyes and a shy smile spread on his mouth. As Tobias neared him, he
shuffled up the bed to sit. “Thank you so much for helping me, sir.”
Tobias
pulled a chair beside the bed and sat. “My name’s Tobias, Tobias Mars—no need
to call me sir. How are you feeling?”

The
handsome man’s eyes held gratitude. “I’m so much better. Thank you. I noticed
the insignia on your jacket, sir.”

Tobias
grinned as his fingers went to trace the gold and blue embroidered crest. “I’m
one of the queen’s pilot explorers. I guess you could call us the elite unit.
All the same, call me Tobias. I’d like that.”

“I’ve
heard that you have to be aristocracy to be chosen for the unit. Is that true?”

A
little frown creased between Tobias’s eyes. “Have you? Where’d you hear that?”
A spike of worry prevented him from answering with the truth. His intense
security training from the warlock, Indigo Vaughn, threw a question into his
mind. Could Dreft be a rival court’s spy
or even assassin?

“Sorry.
I mean no harm. I heard a lot of things during my years as a slave.” Dreft’s
voice held anxiety. His blue eyes clouded.

Witnessing
Dreft’s unease, a wave of kindness softened Tobias’s look and tone. “How long
were you a slave?” He remembered Hari’s description of the scars on Dreft’s
back.

Sadness
passed in Dreft’s eyes. “Five years—I’ve been a slave since I was stolen from
my home when I was eighteen. I, I’d become desperate, hence the leap from the
ship when we cruised reasonably low to take water from the lake on the planet
where you rescued me.” His voice cracked a little.

Tobias
watched fear replace the sadness in the young man’s eyes. He wanted to lighten
the mood. “Hey, are you hungry? I bet Hari hasn’t given you breakfast and I’ve
not eaten yet. Do you feel up to a little walk? My home isn’t far. I have loads
of food—fruit, pancakes, savory pastries, and coffee. What do you say?”

Dreft
gave him the most endearing look.
“I’m very hungry.”

Tobias
stood and pushed the chair away from the bed. He held out his arm for Dreft to
take and helped him stand. “Hang on. You have no shoes.” Tobias left Dreft
perched on the side of the bed. He went to the closet inset at the end of the wall and brought back a pair
of felt slip-ons for Dreft.

Dreft
pushed his feet into them. “Thank you. I think the medicA threw away what I was
wearing.”

“Hari
is the best medicA available. I trust him implicitly, but he’s a hygiene fanatic.
He probably burned what you were
dressed in.” Tobias laughed. “Can you manage or will you take my arm. It’s a
gesture of support.”

Dreft’s
gaze raked Tobias’s face and he smiled softly. “I know the clothes you found me
in probably gave you the impression I’m a pirate’s plaything. I’d like to
explain—”

“You
don’t need to—” Tobias hurried to assure Dreft.

“I
want to.” He held Tobias’s arm.

“After
you’ve eaten, then.” Tobias led the way from the room, along the corridor and out of the infirmary door. His villa was two
doors down from Dante’s and he walked slowly favoring Dreft’s halting steps.

“I’m
limping but Hari said my legs were only bruised under the abrasions. Sorry. I
didn’t expect them to hurt so much. My ribs don’t and they were broken.”

“Hari
fixed your ribs and administered slow release pain reliever at the site. He
fixed your abrasions somewhat, but it’s good to heal naturally where possible.
He wants you to rest.” A smile sprang to Tobias’s lips. “If he sees us, he’ll
probably say to me, ‘Sir, you got Dreft Hann up too soon.’”

©E.D. Parr, Evernight
Publishing, 2018

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a look at the ‘Time For Alexander’ #series #Paranormal #Romance #TimeTravel @jennifermacaire @SDSXXTours

The Road to Alexander
Time For Alexander Book 1
by Jennifer Macaire
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Time Travel
Sex, love, war, & quite a bit of vino – it’s a Greek myth come to life…
Ashley is a time-travel journalist who has fought to prove herself in a world that that believes her road in life was paved by her parents’ fortune. After winning a prestigious award, she is selected to travel through time and interview a historical figure. Choosing her childhood hero, Alexander the Great, she voyages back in time for less than a day to interview a man whose legend has survived to the present day. He mistakes her for Persephone, goddess of the dead, and kidnaps her. Stranded in the past, cold and aloof Ashley has to learn to befriend, to trust…and to love.
Join Ashley and Alexander the Great on their fabulous adventure. Fans of Diana Gabaldon, Jodi Taylor, and Diana Norman will enjoy this saga.
What everyone’s saying about The Road to Alexander:
“If you are a fan of Diana Gabaldon and her Outlander Series then you will love this story. The same heart wrenching trials and tribulations that she puts her characters through happen within this gripping tale.” Lynda Warnock
“Fun, sexy and at times incredibly sad, the story held me to the end and the research was incredible.” Karen King, author.
“If you love Time travel books then this one is not to be missed. Totally engrossing!!!!” Amazon reviewer.
“A Time for Alexander is a wonderful moving saga. Really more of a historical piece than a romance, there is more than enough heat between Alexander and Ashley to keep the pages smoldering.” Goodreads.
“…A delightful read, I’m looking forward to the next book in the series.” Amazon Reviewer.
” I found an engaging and light read, fun at times with some beautiful descriptive scenes of the cities, the landscape and life in the vast and growing empire of Alexander the Great in 333 – 330 BC.” Amazon Reviewer.
“From the first page, I was intrigued by this story.” Conan Tigard
“There wasn’t a piece of this book that didn’t fit, it kept a quick pace, the dialogue was witty and entertaining and the beautiful descriptions of ancient lands entice you into accompanying them on Alexander’s quest to conquer the world.” Goodreads
Legends of Persia
Time For Alexander Book 2
When Ashley Riveraine jumped at the chance to travel back in time to meet her hero Alexander the Great, she never thought she would end up staying there…
Following Alexander the Great’s army on its journey across Persia, Ashley is walking the knife edge of history. As a presumed goddess, Ashley is expected to bless crops, make sure battles are won and somehow keep herself out of the history books.
Can Ashley avoid the wrath of the Time Institute while keeping the man she loves alive?
Son of the Moon
Time For Alexander Book 3
Can you face the consequences of cheating the Fates?
Alexander the Great journeys to India, where he and Ashley are welcomed with feasts and treachery.
With their son, Paul, being worshiped as the Son of the Moon, and Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable: how to save them and whether she dares to cheat Fate?
Storms Over Babylon
Time For Alexander Book 4
From the scorching plains of Persia to the opulent city of Babylon, Ashley and Alexander continue their sensuous and passionate journey through history.
Alexander the Great is now king of Persia and Greece – but his reign will be short.
Time-travelling Ashley knows when her husband will die. She’s determined to cheat Fate and save Alexander and her children, even if it brings the gates of time crashing down.
Following Alexander on a tour of his new kingdom, she plans her moves and bides her time. She must, however, convince Alexander to abandon his crown and his kingdom.
Chants to Persephone
Time For Alexander Book 5
In the fifth book in the Time For Alexander series, the Oracle of Amon tells Alexander he must go to the Land of Ice and Snow, so they leave their home in Alexandria and head north, to Gaul.
But the Thief of Souls not only captured Alexander’s soul. He also wants Paul, and the druids have raised an army to capture him. In the heart of winter, in ancient Gaul, a terrible sacrifice is made to Persephone, goddess of the Underworld – and Ashley finds herself taking part in a deadly ceremony.
Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modelled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.
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a look at ‘Behind the Iron Cross’ by Nicola Cameron #Erotic #Historical #Romance @YesItsNicolaC

Introduction from the Author:

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! While Behind the Iron Cross is my tenth romance novel to be published, it was actually the first one I ever wrote. I started it in 2012, picking at it in fits and starts while working on my other books, and finally finished it in 2018. In hindsight this is a good thing because I needed some serious novel writing chops, far more than I had in 2012, to pull this story off properly. The experience I’ve gained in the last six years is what made this book possible, and I’m very happy that it’s now available to readers.

Also, it means that my editor will stop nagging me to finish it. (Love you, Theresa!)

In the hedonistic wonderland of Cabaret-era Berlin…

…where money can buy you anything you desire…

…and love comes with a pink rose and a practiced smile…

The year is 1923, the Great War is over, and Berlin has become the manic playground of Europe’s elite. Against a glittering background of nightclubs and hot jazz, a sensual American heiress, a wounded playboy, and a desperate German army officer forge a decadent pact of pleasure. But their nights of uninhibited passion soon lead to a forbidden emotional connection, one that will threaten their future … and their lives.

  • Historical Romance, Erotic Romance, MMF (Be warned: M/M sex, M/M/F sex, bondage, spanking, multiple partners)
  • Word Count: 105,000 | Formats: ebook, print | Price: $3.99 (sale price until 12/1: $0.99) | Pages: 316
  • Heat Level 4
  • Published By: Belaurient Press

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NC-17 Excerpt

Kat followed her men, feeling incredibly relaxed and happy. All of her worries about Schoengraff, the wedding, and her future at Tracy Electric felt like they had been trapped behind a thick, clear wall. She knew they were still there, of course, but they didn’t plague her at all.

And seeing both Friedrich and Sam’s trousers bulging from the kissing and canoodling in the hubble-bubble den was doing wonderful things to her own desire. As soon as the car started moving Sam fell on the colonel like a hungry beast, mashing their mouths together and driving his tongue between Friedrich’s lips. His hand snaked down, cupping the German’s undoubtedly aching cock and squeezing it.

It seemed only right to join in. She leaned closer to Friedrich, pressing her breast against his arm as she nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, whispering filthy things into his ear. He gave Sam a last kiss and turned to her, groaning as she undid a button on his shirt and slid her fingers inside to caress the skin there.

Sam moved back in, biting at Friedrich’s neck then soothing the sting with a lick. A fleeting thought crossed Kat’s mind, a wish to have both of her beautiful men naked and in bed with her. All three of them creating a tangle of bodies and limbs, so close that no one could tell where one ended and another began, and to hell if it shocked all of Bridgeport and its stuffy, stodgy society.

At some point the car stopped and the door opened, Horst looming in the opening. The next thing Kat knew they were up in the suite. How, she had no idea, but she was absolutely delighted by it. She led her men into her bedroom, kicking off her shoes as she went.

Laughing, Friedrich fell on Sam, pushing him into the bed and kissing him greedily, opening his mouth to the American’s. “You feel so good,” he said softly, dropping soft kisses over the other man’s chin, cheeks, nose. “Why do you feel so damned good?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad I do,” Sam murmured. “You feel even better, angel.”

“Mmm.” Friedrich writhed, rubbing against Sam’s lean body. “Too many clothes.”

“I can help with that,” Kat said. She started unbuttoning his shirt, laughing as her fingers fumbled on the tiny mother of pearl discs.

Friedrich stared up at her, naked adoration on his face. He lifted a hand, brushing her cheek with a tender finger that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re so beautiful, Kätzchen. So strong, like a goddess.”

Kätzchen—kitten. Tonight, she would accept that once-hated nickname, especially since he finished up by calling her a goddess. “Clothes, colonel. Let’s get you out of them.”

She quickly stripped him, leaving him naked and gorgeous on the fine sheets while Sam fumbled with his own clothes. Friedrich looked down at his magnificent cock, already hard and pearling a drop of pleasure at the tip, and laughed at it. Sam joined in, and Kat followed. Everything felt wonderful.

The men rolled into each other’s arms and started kissing again, hands roaming muscular bodies and caressing, squeezing, stroking as she watched. It was wickedly delicious, the sight of these two beautiful creatures pleasuring each other. She stripped slowly, reveling in the heightened sensation of her skin as it was exposed to the room’s cool air. She dropped her chemise, then her corselet to the carpet, peeling off the fine silk stockings last and draping them around her neck like a stole. They caught on the chain there. Mustn’t snag the stockings. There were things she could do with them, wonderfully dark and heady things.

She unhooked the chain and tossed it and the key onto the bedside table. Crawling onto the bed, she gently pushed Friedrich onto his back and away from Sam, slithering down into his arms. “My turn,” she purred.

His eyes were thin rings of blue around wide black centers, the eyes of a child on Christmas morning who had just seem the mountain of presents awaiting him. “So beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

She stroked his cheek, feeling the fine prickle of his beard. “So are you, my colonel. The most beautiful man, isn’t he, Sam?”

“Oh, yes,” Sam said thickly, kissing his way down Friedrich’s chest. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

She wanted to kiss Friedrich again, taste his mouth, feel his tongue dancing slickly around hers as they shared breath and heat. A faint voice in the back of her head murmured something in a warning tone, something about discipline and too much indulgence. She didn’t care. She wanted this beautiful man, and she was going to have him.

About the Author

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in romance since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

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