Something Real, bk 1
A Kinky Christmas Carol:
Gay BDSM Romance
Gay, paranormal, holiday-themed BDSM Romance
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005878955
Gay Holiday Romance, BDSM, Dominance, Submission, Bondage, Flogging, Paranormal, MM, GhostTag Line
The ghost of Christmas Future…
On Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom who claims to be his master from the future. Thorne knows all about Michael’s frustrated submissive desires. He shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they’ll share if he breaks up with his current partner Neil. Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future?
Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound with the title Tomorrow’s Gifts. It has been revised and re-edited for this release.
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I woke with a start, not knowing why. Neil had rolled over; he lay on his side of the bed with his back to me. All at once I felt terribly alone.
Golden light filtered up the hallway from the living room. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. Had we forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree? But no, I remembered flipping the switch before we left for the party. Neil was always concerned about the danger of fire.
What was it then? Something out on the street in front of the building, an emergency vehicle or something? Those lights would be red, wouldn’t they?
Trying not to wake Neil, I crawled out of bed and tiptoed barefoot down the hall. The closer I got to the living room, the brighter the light became.
The tree was in fact lit, the multicolored bulbs twinkling in a spiral pattern. Someone had kindled the candles on the mantle, as well. However, these were not the source of the golden glow.
A young man lay sprawled on the sofa – an exceptionally handsome man. His flawless skin was bronzed as if he spent most of his time in the sun. His ragged, honey-colored hair hung down over one eye. He had high cheekbones, a prominent nose, ripe lips with a slightly cruel cast. Despite his fair hair, his eyebrows were dark. They arched gracefully over eyes that held me transfixed – brilliant, wise, all-seeing eyes.
The man wore leather, so supple and tight that it showed every well-sculpted muscle of his powerful body.
This exotic stranger was emitting the strange illumination. The light surrounded him like a halo. When he moved, it ebbed and flowed as though it were alive.
I must be dreaming, I concluded. But who would have believed that I could dream up such a gorgeous guy?
“Good evening, Michael.” His voice was like honey, too, sweet and smooth flowing. It made my mouth water. I realized that I was naked and half-erect. I didn’t care. Wonder and arousal overwhelmed me.
“Um – good evening… Who are you? How do you know my name?”
The stranger swung his long legs off the couch and stood up. The light shimmered around him. My eyes were drawn to the bulge at his groin.
“I’m your lover.”
A stab of guilt shredded my sense of well-being. “Uh – I have a lover. He’s asleep in the other room.”
“I’m your future lover.”
“My future lover?” I felt stupid, parroting him, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I’ve come from the future, to give you a glimpse of your life with me. To help you decide.”
This time I knew what he meant. He was talking about leaving Neil. This was just a guilt dream, based on my musings before I fell asleep.
“You’re not real.”
“Of course I’m real. Touch me.”
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh
E. D. Parr
MM romance, gay seasonal romance
Released from Evernight Publishing December 8, 2020
Twenty-five year old Oliver Honeycutt has no idea how handsome he is. He’s creative, brilliant at his job, and underused in the designer fashion store where he works. Behind the scenes, Oliver takes special care with orders for customer, rock star, Zane Highwood. When Zane is to be the main attraction in the store’s Christmas party, fashion show, Oliver hopes Zane will notice him.
Multi-millionaire, twenty-five year old, Noah Somersby, made his first million before he was twenty-one and now owns a number of casual-chic menswear stores. He’s a designer, gorgeous, and desperate to find a man who will love him for himself and not see dollar signs as they kiss.
Noah doesn’t often take the train into the city, but one rainy day he does, as he settles into a seat opposite Oliver, the two men exchange interested glances.
In fact, Noah is super attracted to Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.
As the store holiday season party approaches, can serendipity bring them together?
Read a story teaser
Noah Somersby took a late train to the city. He regretted it because it meant he wouldn’t see the hot guy who often ate a pastry and always drank coffee as he traveled on the early express. Detained at home by a phone call from one of his stores in another state, Noah addressed the problems reported to him before he left to visit the store on Main Street. Noah owned two stores in the city, and the Main Street branch was currently hosting a charity event. He stared out the train window at the downpour and sighed. Noah favored white Christmases, and this year would definitely not be one. The forecast for the weeks ahead was for rain, wind, and fog—thoroughly depressing.
Noah’s thoughts wandered back to the handsome man who’d caught his attention a few times. He’d given the guy his best, “Hi, I’m gay. I’m interested,” look, but there’d been no answering stare. Instead, the man had quickly looked away on two occasions, causing Noah to question if he’d misread an early interested glance his fellow traveler gave him.
Noah sighed. He hadn’t met anyone who stirred his heart for over a year. The last two dates he went on ended badly with both he and the guy he’d gone out with deciding they weren’t really into each other. Noah wasn’t a one-night stand person. He loved sex, but he wanted to feel a connection with a man before they engaged. Just the sight of the handsome man who rode the early express train did something to his heartbeat. Noah decided that the next time they were in the same car he’d talk to the guy.
He joined the rest of the late commuters exiting the train onto the wet streets and strode to his store. Noah had built his menswear empire with casual-chic fashion and made a million before he was twenty-one. Now, four years later, he designed most of the collections, although recently he’d employed two newly graduated designers to take some of the load.
Noah dashed up the back stairs, leaping the double banister and landing on the next flight to the second-floor office. He dragged off his wet coat, smiling to himself at his short indulgence in parkour. I kinda miss running and leaping through the city… He’d forgone an umbrella that morning and his hair dripped with rain. He unwound his scarf and draped it over the back of a spare chair near the radiator. He hung his overcoat across three hooks on the wall coat rack and stared at it, willing it not to fall off and to dry quickly.
Noah went into the private restroom attached to his office and grabbed a number of paper towels from the dispenser near the sink. He blotted the water from his hair and then pushed it away from his forehead. Noah washed his hands, then aimed the towels at the recycle bin as he went out the door.
Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing
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Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
I write stories that pop into my head and hope that they will resonate with someone. I’d love to think that the love stories I write are what readers want. I don’t think there’s enough love in the world, but even so, my stories are character driven. I always have a happy ending. We all deserve one.
I like to think there’s originality in my work. When I look at the body of my work I see originality within the story plots, but the theme of finding love is always there.
Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I never plan my characters, but they’re there before I start the story. Somehow, I just know them. I generally love them, even if one or two of them are flawed. I think that’s a realistic portrayal of people. Who’s perfect after all and as long as they redeem themselves a little that works for me. They do develop but never stray from their initial imprint in my imagination.
What would you like readers to enjoy most about Night Song?
Well the heroes as characters, of course, the love scenes, and the way Noah persists in seeking out Oliver, but I’d love readers to enjoy the humor in the story, and the camaraderie between Oliver and his co-worker, Eddie. That’s where lots of the humor lies.
What are your upcoming projects?
I have an MM romance Sci-Fi releasing from Evernight Publishing January 21, 2021. It’s titled, Love in Danger.
The story is a gay romantic horror, heavy on the romance/love story between the two main characters to offset some of the Sci-Fi horror elements. I loved writing this story because for once, the lovers had already met and we meet them together as partners. I usually write stories that have the characters meeting and falling in love s this was a refreshing change for me as a writer.
Here’s the blurb for Love in Danger
Centuries ago, the planet they cherished was conquered, but now three warriors from an ancient race of gifted beings intend to remedy that.
Lovers, handsome Corin JaKobi and gorgeous Marcus D’Ath are members of an elite planetary squad that rid the city sectors of the mysterious and dangerous Fallen.
When an old friend uncovers the true horrific nature of the elders in the organization they work for, anger at their duplicity drives Corin, Marcus, and rogue squadron hunter, Zeb to plan for the ruling group’s demise.
It won’t be easy, and when Marcus is captured and detained at the elders’ pleasure, Corin’s white-hot fury at the thought of losing the man he loves knows no bounds.
Will Corin get to his beloved, Marcus, in time to stop the horror that awaits him?
Can the warriors free the planet and return it to the lovely place it was before the aggressors arrived?
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The Dregs series blurb:
Genre: Romantic Military Suspense
I’m a trained killer. An expert tracker.
I’ve done despicable things. My soul is damaged. My body impaired. That’s what happens when you are a soldier for The Company. I was discharged a year ago. Now I am a dreg. Worthless. With a bounty on my head. I’ve become a creature of the night, hiding in an underground maze during the day. Because I’m not ready to die yet.
comes to me one night, needing my help to find her sister. The moment
I see her, I want her. Her goodness calls to me, makes me yearn for
the impossible. She brings life back to the deadness inside me. I’m
no good for her. I will do nothing but corrupt her. But I’m a
callous bastard. I can’t resist her.
I try not to care for her, but somehow she slips under my skin. She makes me weak. And there is only one thing in this world I am afraid of. Weakness.
I’ll never be good enough for her, so I have to finish this job and send her on her way.
Before she destroys me.
The Dregs Book 2
My dreg name is The Fighter. I’m an expert in mixed martial arts. I had to betray my dreg brothers to protect my child. I’m a traitor now. An outsider. So I keep my distance from them. Hiding in the shadows.
But she’ll have to do, since I have no one else. I try not to want her. I try to keep my distance. But she is pure temptation. And I’m falling under her spell.
She doesn’t know that working for me puts her in danger. She doesn’t know who or what I am. And I plan to keep it that way.
Because the truth could hurt her.
And so could I.
The Dregs Book 3
Violence has been a part of my life since my early teens. But I’m a peacemaker at heart. I fix things. I heal the wounded.
The Dregs Book 4
The Dregs Book 5
Language is my passion. I excel in linguistics. I can “train” myself to learn any language on the planet. In minutes. Or less. You won’t get anything past me, no matter what language you’re speaking.
The Dregs Book 6
My dreg name is The Hacker. I can get past any firewall, decrypt any document, hack into any electronic device. No matter your secrets, I will find them. Nothing is safe from me. There is no other hacker in the world with my unique abilities.
So when I discover someone is researching me, I take notice.
The Dregs Book 7
I’m a player. A ladies’ man. Seduction is my specialty. Luring women into my bed is easy peasy. None of them can resist me. It’s not their fault. I am irresistible. They all want me. Every last one of them.
The Dregs Book 8
Leslie is an avid reader, a nature and animal lover, a plant enthusiast, and enjoys spending time with her amazing family. She lives with her husband of 25+ years and her teenage daughter on a quiet country acreage in Idaho.
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Excerpt from The Long Night by Lucy Felthouse:
I’m prepared for pretty much anything on my way to my next-door neighbor’s house for her Halloween party. Loulou is well known across north London for her wild, extravagant events, a few of which I’ve had the good fortune to be a part of—they’re always good fun. So I’m expecting something spectacular—she wouldn’t let me help, or even have a sneak peek at the decorations, so whatever she’s gone for will be a complete surprise to me.
The nearest streetlamp to our houses is providing just enough light to show off her outdoor decorations. I smile as I push open her fake-cobweb-covered front gate, duck as a plastic bat swoops toward my head, then make my way up the garden path, which is lined with creatively carved pumpkins, the tealights nestled inside each helping to illuminate the way to the door.
For all intents and purposes, I’m walking through a graveyard. Headstones in varying states of decay litter the grass. Noises ring out periodically—the hoot of an owl, the howl of a wolf, the yowl of a cat. There’s even a dry ice machine secreted somewhere, as a sinister, low-lying fog hovers over the ground.
I jump and gasp as I pass a large tree to find a decrepit, bloodstained zombie grinning at me from behind its trunk. Tutting, then chuckling at my own silliness, I mount the three steps up to the porch, where more of the same greets me, as well as some macabre smiling skulls, blood dripping from their mouths and spiders crawling from their eye sockets. It’s great, it really is, but there’s nothing unusual about any of it. This is Loulou we’re talking about—I’m waiting for the ‘wow’ factor, that extra something she’s thrown in to make her party an event that’ll be talked about for weeks, maybe even months, to come.
A sign with Gothic blood-red print is fixed to the door.
PARTY THIS WAY. ENTER IF YOU DARE.
Obviously, I dare. With a roll of my eyes, I depress the door handle—which has a large plastic spider hanging off it—and step inside. It’s only a few minutes past the official start time for the party, so it’s still pretty quiet. I’m fine with that—it gives me the opportunity to have a good look around at what Loulou has done with the décor before it gets too busy, too heaving with bodies. Live ones, that is. The dead ones dotted around the place don’t seem to care one way or the other.
I don’t bother announcing my presence to my neighbor—we’ll find each other before long. Instead, I immediately start exploring, exchanging the occasional polite nod with other early partygoers as we pass. The scent of pumpkin spice hangs in the air. So far, so typical—more cobwebs, spiders, pumpkins, skulls, bats, black cats, ghosts, witches, zombies, black floaty material draped everywhere, creepy music…
Then something catches my eye. Toward the back of what is usually Loulou’s enormous living room—the properties in this area, including mine, are huge—is a sectioned-off area. A partition, designed to look like an old stone wall. It’s dark, gloomy, spooky. I love it. And that’s before I notice the sign affixed to the arched doorway embedded in the wall.
THE VAMPIRE’S LAIR
A snort escapes me, and I quickly look around to make sure nobody noticed. I’m alone, thankfully—probably the others are diving into the drinks and snacks which are most likely laid out in the dining room, getting their hands on all the best stuff before other people arrive.
I open the door carefully, since I don’t know how sturdy this whole shebang is, and I don’t want to wreck it—Loulou’ll kill me—and enter, eager to find out exactly what Loulou thinks a vampire lair looks like.
You’d think she’d have an idea, really, given she lives next door to one.
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