Author Interview & New Release – Night Song – by E.D. Parr @parr_books #mmromance #HolidayRomance

Night Song

by

E. D. Parr

Words 26,415

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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Author Interview

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?

Find E. D. Parr

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Blog https://parrx.blogspot.com

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#FlashbackFriday – Memories of Us #NewAdult #SecondChanceRomance

At least once in a lifetime, don’t we all deserve a second chance?


Good morning, my ravishing readers. Happy Friday!
Today I’m sharing a snippet from Memories of Us. It’s actually the perfect book to share for Flashback Friday. The scenes in this story flip back and forth, from the present to the past. I hope you enjoy the excerpt. It’s a memory from Call’s teenage years—Karis really puts him in his place! You go, girl! 

In the past she was wild and promiscuous — In the present, she could steal his heart…

The Blurb: 

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell! 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call’s life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

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I couldn’t wait to fill a lifetime with more memories of us.

Flashback Friday Teaser :   * * * Warning for language * * *

“You’re like an arsehole magnet, Karis,” I snapped. “You know that? You attract the worst guys.”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t go out with guys like him if the one I was really interested in would give me the time of day,” Karis retorted.

I looked away, unable to hold her stare. Everyone knew she had a crush on me. “Well, just because no one else in this group has any morals doesn’t mean I don’t. It’s too bad you don’t respect yourself as much as I do.”

She spun around in a cascade of long blonde hair. “Don’t believe all the hype, pretty boy.” She walked back to within inches of me, brazen little bitch that she was. But I stood my ground and stared back at her, with what I hoped was a cold, disinterested expression.

“Besides, you’re not so different,” she said. “You might not touch, but you look at me just the way the rest of them do. I’m gonna walk outta here and your baby blues are going to go straight to my ass and you’ll admire the cut of my bikini bottoms.” She wiggled her hips and I fought the overwhelming urge to look at the colorful triangle between her legs. “I’ll even put a little extra wiggle on, just for you, Call. And by the time I reach the diving board, you’ll be sporting a full-fledged hard-on, baby, compliments of yours truly, the asshole magnet. And as you stand here fuming and berating yourself that I can make your little Johnson tug like that in the first place, you ponder, what that makes you.”

She puckered up and blew me a kiss, then flounced outside. As promised, she worked that sweet, toned little backside all the way to the diving-board. She strode to the end of it and pointed right at me, where I stood at the door watching, like an idiot. Like a fuckin’ train wreck, I couldn’t tear my attention away. Then she dove into the pool with a dive that was Olympic swimmer worthy. As I turned away, I shoved my hand into my loose-fitting shorts and fisted the traitorous aforementioned hard-on.

I hope you enjoyed the extract. Karis is feisty, don’t ya think? Now, I have to share one of my all-time favorite reviews for this book with you. It’s one of those author beware moments. When a reviewer starts off with “I read reviews about it and they weren’t raving to say the least. But I thought, it’s about 100 pages surely I can make it with some brain cells still in good condition.” OUCH! As a writer, you tend to read write-ups like this, with only one eye open. LOL Needless to say, I couldn’t get a real read on whether the reviewer liked the book or not. It’s one of those really up and down critiques, they give some praise, then in the next sentence take it away. LOL. But I truly appreciated the honest feedback. And in the end, I think it’s actually a good review. Here it is in it’s entirety: 

This little book fell into my hands more or less by accident. I read reviews about it and they weren’t raving to say the least. But I thought, it’s about 100 pages surely I can make it with some brain cells still in good condition. So, my expectations were low. However, this book surprised me big time. I related to Kare. The story overall is mushy but it touched me on a personal level hence the ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Truth be told, it was a relief to read that story but at the same time I wasn’t very comfortable with my own personal trip down memory lane. If a book can evoke such strong emotions, even unwanted, then it deserves a good rating. I’ll stick to Paranormal. Safer.

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Thanks for stopping by, folks, and thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings. Have an awesome weekend. And Happy Reading. ~ H K

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Throwback Thursday – The Halloween Edition

🎃 Happy Halloween! 🎃

Enjoy an excerpt from Lost Time, still one of my all time faves, even after all these years. This story was inspired by a friend of mine who went on a UK vacation and got lost in Wales. Two very sweet people came to her rescue. But that’s about where the similarities end, from there on, my filthy imagination took over and the delicious Lockhart Munro took shape. And Oh, what a shape he has… 

supernatural, paranormal, time-travel, erotic, romance

(I’ve left another extract over on the original * Pick a Genre Already * if you’d like to read some more)

But first, here’s the blurb:

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EXCERPT:

“How’s the headache?” Jake asked.

“Mmm, better, thanks. Just have a bit of a sore throat today.”

“Gran says you look a little flushed.”

Hannah chuckled nervously.

Jake’s gran set a bowl of porridge in front of her and sat down to join them.

Hannah took a spoonful of treacle from the fancy little pot and swirled it over the porridge, wondering how to bring up the subject of her missing man. She really should have got his name before she fell asleep. It would make this inquiry a lot easier.

“Um…” She tried the oatmeal. “Do you have…workers—you know, employees that work here—besides you?”

“Nope, there’s just me and Gran. When we need outside help, the neighbors usually pitch in.”

“Huh. Do you rent out rooms?” she fished.

“Nope, only to you.” He chuckled, scraping the last of his breakfast from the bottom of the bowl.

Hannah pinched her lip. “Um, okay, look… Last night, I, uh… My throat was sore, as I said, so I came down here to see if maybe you had some orange juice. I hope you don’t mind,” Hannah rushed. “Um, and I, uh, ran into a man…”

Jake’s Gran shot to her feet and she crossed herself just like she’d done last evening before she’d left Hannah’s room.

“You met a man…down here?” Jake said slowly.

Hannah swallowed and laughed again uneasily. “Yeah, he…um…he was here in the kitchen. He looks just like the guy in the painting in my room.”

Jake’s eyes rounded and his spoon fell noisily to the table as his gran spoke rapidly in Welsh and an overly excited voice. Uneasiness skittered across the back of Hannah’s neck.

“Did he give you a name?” Jake asked. “Gran wants to know.”

“No, I didn’t catch his name. I was hoping you could tell me.”

Jake shook his head. “Nope, I can’t help you.” He stood up from the table and took his bowl to the sink.“You let me know when you’re ready to go to the bus station, Hannah. I’ll gladly take you.”

“But…I was hoping…to stay and…”

Jake shook his head slowly with a skeptical look on his young face. “And hang out with a ghost some more? I doubt that’s what you had in mind for your holiday.”

“A ghost?” She gave a half-assed chuckle, watching Jake intently. “Right, a ghost. Funny. Canadian tourist, right here”—she pointed at her own face—“in haunted old Wales,” she tried to joke, but by the look on his face he didn’t find it funny.

“Look, Hannah, I don’t know what to say. Gran swears he’s here. I’ve never actually seen him, so I don’t really believe it, but I will admit some strange stuff goes on here that defies explanation. If you ran into him last night, I’m sorry that he scared you.”

“He didn’t…scare me… You’re scaring me, to tell the truth. You’re trying to make me believe that…that the guy I”—she almost said ‘fucked’ before she caught herself—“met was a ghost?”

“Well, I guess you should consider yourself lucky that he didn’t frighten you. I’ve gotta go get some work done before you need to leave.” He began to walk out of the room.

Hannah jumped up and gripped his arm, as near hysteria climbed up her sore throat. “The guy, in the portrait. He’s dead?”

“Well, I don’t know. I assume he is. That painting has been here as long as I can remember. It was here when Gran was a child, she told me before. Her family has lived here for generations.”

Hannah began to tremble uncontrollably.

Jake lowered her into a chair. “It’s okay, Hannah. You’ll be all right. I’ll get you out of here. I’ll take you to Swansea and you can just carry on with your trip. Just think of the story you’ll get to tell when you get back to Canada.”

The story she’d get to tell? Who the hell would believe her? Oh, by the way, Cassie, I shagged a ghost while I was in the UK. They’d lock her up and throw away the key for sure. “But…but who is the man in the painting?” She looked at him, needing answers.

“I don’t know. Like I said, it was here. For all we know it is just an artist’s vision and not a real person at all.” He looked over at his gran and shrugged.

Hannah didn’t believe that. He had been real. If he was a—she didn’t even want to think it—a ghost, then he had to have been alive at some point.

Near tears, she covered her mouth. What was going on? She felt that same awful ache of grief she’d experienced upstairs. She couldn’t be so sick and feverish, that she’d hallucinated this whole thing.

Jake bent down and patted her shoulder. “Why don’t you go throw some cool water on your face and pack up your things? I’ll take you to your hotel.”

Hannah swallowed hard and nodded, getting up and stumbling blindly towards the stairs.

She entered the room, keeping her back to the portrait, piling her things into her suitcase without folding them neatly. She went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, throwing cold water on her face then drying it without even looking into the mirror, afraid that she might see him there.

Hannah had to know. She pulled the collar of her shirt wide and looked down at her breasts. The bruises were still there. What the fuck? Wow, I’ve been ‘used’ by a ghost. Leave it to her to have a relationship with the most unavailable guy around. Oh, wait—he wasn’t a guy at all. She felt light-headed. Jake was right, she needed to get the hell away from here.

Hannah took her toothbrush and hairbrush from the sink, tossed them carelessly into the case, and zipped it up. Hastily, she looked around the room for anything that she might have forgotten.

“Can I help…?”

Hannah jumped a mile at the sound of Jake’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just wanted to help with your bags.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. Allowing him to take the two bigger bags, she followed him out, slinging her carry-on over a shoulder. As Hannah passed the painting she had to expend an enormous amount of willpower not to look at it. It was as if it pulled at her, demanding her attention. She ignored it and hurried down the stairs after Jake.

As Hannah reached the bottom of the stairs the floor tilted. The room’s particles whizzed around and she knew he was near. Even though it felt like she was going to pass out or throw up, she bee-lined for the exit. Hannah pulled open the massive door and lunged outside, inhaling deep gulps of cool air into her lungs.

She sat down heavily on the front steps while Jake put her things in the car.

“You ready, Hannah?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Yes.” He reached a hand out to her and she took it gratefully, needing some support—not only physically but emotionally as well.

They drove down the lane. Hannah had already made the decision that she wouldn’t look back. But she did, and almost choked when she saw an old farmhouse. Last night when they’d driven up, it had been a castle. She’d seen it. The lightning had flashed and she’d seen a freakin’ castle. At least that was what she’d thought. Nothing was making sense. As she stared at the old house, she caught sight of movement at the very topmost, octagonal-shaped window in what must be an attic. The pane of glass took on the silvery hue she’d witnessed so many times during the night, as if the house or someone in it were trying to summon her.  

Hannah closed her eyes and turned back around in the seat.

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I 💓 Romance Week @The_TBR_Pile October 1st – 7th #Giveaways #FreeBooks #GiftCards

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Book Tour + #Giveaway – Don’t Look At Me – by JPGrider @JPGrider1 #NewAdult #RomanticSuspense #Folklore

A reverse Beauty and the Beast tale;
because why SHOULDN’T the boy fall in love with the ugly girl?
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DON’T LOOK AT ME
J.P. Grider
Don't Look at Me
Genre: New Adult Romance, Suspense, Folklore
Publisher: Fated Hearts Publishing
Publication Date: March 29, 2018
Haven:
A diligent hand carved this hole in my face.
It stole my confidence, my identity, and ended my short-lived career as a broadcast journalist.
I am now unemployed. Alone. Ugly.
And expected to get over it and move on.
Go on living life as usual—as if the world doesn’t judge the grotesquely unattractive.
Quest:
It’s been three years since I was kicked out of the Army for nearly killing the opposition’s militia commander with my bare hands.
I am now unemployed. Alone. Angry.
And expected to forget the nightmares that hold me hostage and move on.
Go on living life as usual—as if the world doesn’t judge a dishonorably discharged ex-soldier.
Don’t Look at Me is a modern-day Beauty and the Beast tale—reversed and twisted. Because even the ugly need a good story, and even the beautiful are ugly deep down.

Selected Reviews

“This is one of the best contemporary retellings of a fairy tale that I have read, ever…”
– Carrie Griffin
“…A real emotional read with a touch of drama and suspense. Who is behind the vicious attacks on local women? So not just your run of the mill- boy meets girl love story.”
– Pauline Anne
“…It is so good, I could not put it down…This book drained me emotionally and left me stunned for a few hours after reading it…”
– Trisha

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Excerpt

“There has to be someone who can fix her face. Look at her. She’s hideous.”

“Ma’am. She needs time to heal. She’ll look much better after a few months. After that, if she chooses, we can perform plastic surgery to perfect her face. We won’t know what she’ll need, though,  for several months. Even a year or two may—”

“Years!? She’ll be too old to start her career then. No. Unacceptable. We need to find a surgeon who will work on her now. Immediately.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but that will be impossible. Her wounds are severe. To repair the deepest lesion, she needed two-hundred and thirteen stitches…five layers deep in one section. She needs a tremendous amount of time to heal from the surgeries. It will take many—”

“Then I want to take her somewhere else.”

“You’re in New York City, Mrs. Quinn. You won’t find a more capable team.”

“Oh. I will.”

Oh, shut-up, Mother. She’s been carrying on about how repulsive I look since they unraveled my bandages for the first time yesterday. I haven’t looked in a mirror yet, but according to my mother, I’d probably break it if I did. I wish she would just leave the hospital already—my mother and her false sympathy. “Oh, dear, I feel so bad for you.” “Oh, my baby, how could anyone hurt you like this?” “Oh, my love, it pains me to see my daughter hurting so.” Yeah, right. More like it pains her to see me so hideously ugly.

The minute she thinks I’m out of earshot, or sleeping, it’s more like, “There is no way my daughter is leaving this hospital looking like that.” “There has to be someone who can do a better job at fixing that hole in her face; she looks like the goddamned Grand Canyon.” “She’ll never have a broadcasting career now. Who’ll want to look at that on their television screen?” Mother of the Year. That’s my mom.

“Don’t you worry, Haven,” my mother says after vociferating the woes of having a beastly daughter to my doctor. The very tip of her finger, the tippy-top of her nail, grazes beneath the knife-slash on my face. Though she scarcely touches me, I’m acutely aware of the pain it causes. If the look of revulsion on my mother’s face is any indication, I imagine it’s equally painful for her, only for different reasons—she now has Erik, The Phantom as a daughter. Holding her stomach with her free hand, she says, “We’ll have you looking like new in no time. I don’t care what they say, I will find a surgeon who will fix this, this,” she points to my cheek, just barely touching near my ear, “this monstrosity,” she emphasizes.

“No.” I barely make a sound, but it’s the first word I say since the night I walked by myself to my car after work and got slashed by the very man I’d been warning my viewers about.  My mother has been doing enough talking for the both of us.

“No? What do you mean, no?” The day my mother found out I accepted a position as news anchor, for a news program that aired at two o’clock in the morning for a television station she’d never heard of in a Pennsylvania town she’d never heard of, she nearly fell forward, her jaw leading the way. That’s the exact response I’m getting right now.

“I don’t want any more surgeries. It hurts too much.” My voice is strained and sounds weak, even to my ears. My face is on fire, and talking only exacerbates it. Since the moment I was flown from Pocono Medical Center to New York Presbyterian Hospital, the slow drip of morphine that feeds my veins has tried relentlessly to lessen the burning agony, but even it has failed. Trying to concentrate on the sterile smell of bleach, or the pleasant chatter of the nurses, even the merciless blathering my mother so needlessly feels she must spew, has done nothing to get my mind off the biting wounds on my face. If I could rip it right off, I would in an instant.

“You cannot go out looking like that, Haven. There was a golf-ball sized hole in your cheek and it looks like they just stuffed it with cotton it’s so swollen, and I don’t even want to mention the long gash across your face.”

She doesn’t want to mention? I should be so lucky.

***

Two weeks later, I’m back at my home in Bushkill, Pennsylvania. Out of danger of any more infection—that’s what the doctors say. Morphine in the form of pills instead of a drip sit on my side table next to my couch. And I am out of sight of gaping onlookers.

Mother Dearest wants to stay with me after she brings me home, but I can’t stand to hear her unsolicited advice any longer. Yes, I’ll most likely need more surgery. Yes, I look hideous. Yes, I’m embarrassed to go out looking like some kid carved out his science project on my face. But I can’t go through the pain of another surgery. Not right now.

“Please go home, Mom. If you’re here, it’s just going to keep me from sleeping. All I want to do is sleep. Okay?”

She eyes the length of my body backwards—from my thick sweat socks and ratty pajamas to my forever ruined face. A disgrace in the eyes of Mrs. Leighton Quinn. “Fine. Call me if you need me to help with your laundry.” Reading between the words of Hannah Quinn, “I’m sure if you had something clean to wear, you wouldn’t be wearing that atrocity.”

The door closes, my mother at long last on the other side, and reality sets in. My new life. The beast in my very own horror tale. Not even a floor-to-ceiling library to dispel the loneliness. A state I’d better get used to, since I’ll not be venturing out into the public anytime soon.

I sag into the couch and cry. I wish the man who did this to me just killed me then and there. Maybe I wanted to survive that night, wanting desperately to break free and get away. Put it behind me, a cautionary tale to tell my grandchildren, but those feelings flew out the castle window when the doctor explained that in about three years, after several focused surgeries, my scars will barely be visible from a few feet away. Years…and three feet away. How ugly must someone be to require years of plastic surgery and still come out looking like a female Chucky doll? Besides, Hannah Quinn would certainly agree that a one-way trip to Heaven is more desirable than existing permanently flawed.

The first few days in my house are spent sleeping and barely eating, so the fact that I have nothing but sour milk, stale bread, and a quarter jar of peanut butter in the house isn’t a problem.

Until today.

What feels like acid is eating its way through the walls of my stomach. There is no way I’m going to the grocery store though; I haven’t even looked in a mirror yet—I had my mom cover them with sheets before I came home. “Sitting shiva over the loss of my beauty,” as she so kindly put it. Because asking my mother to bring me food is the equivalent to inviting in the devil, I take out my laptop to find a store that delivers.

Forgetting that a powered-down black laptop screen would reflect my image back to me, I catch a glimpse of my face when I open it. Thank goodness the white square bandage covers the worst part, but the red, swollen, horizontal gash across my face is enough to make me vomit the stale peanut butter sandwich I ate when I woke up.

Getting over myself after several minutes, I search supermarkets that deliver and find there’s a ShopRite in Brodheadsville that will deliver to my address. I order the basics, but add a few—like, twenty—pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. When I’ve placed my order, for delivery two days from now, I dial up the local pizza place and order a chicken parmigiana pie and a two-liter bottle of soda before I go on Amazon and download about a dozen Kindle books. I have a feeling I’m going to be reading a lot in the coming months. At least until my leave of absence is over—at which point, I have no idea what I’ll be doing to earn a living, since I’m pretty sure my mother’s correct in her assumption that my appearance is no longer suitable for television…even if it is just a small local station.

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J.P. Grider

J.P. Grider is a New Adult and Young Adult author who is a sucker for a good love story – whether it’s reading one or writing one. And when she’s not reading or writing a fairy tale, she’s living one.
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Out Now – Making Him Wait – by Kay Jaybee @kay_jaybee #bdsm #erotic #romance

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Kay Jaybee’s popular BDSM-romance novel is back!

Re-released by the brilliant Sinful Press, Making Him Wait, is every bit as hot the second time around.

“Erotica on a canvas of bondage and discipline.”

It’s amazing where a drive to live out your fantasies, a paint brush, and a text message can lead you…

The Blurb

makinghimwaitMaddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas. But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge.

Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. However, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out.

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted.

Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time? The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

Excerpt

The extract I have chosen to share with you today comes from the very beginning of the book…

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her…

Praise for Making Him Wait-

“Making Him Wait” held me captive, made me blush, had me yearning for more before I was even ready to let the previous chapter go. The story unfolds dripping with eroticism, every character wantonly submitting to Maddie’s artistic, commanding eye… Erotica’s “Queen of Kink” has nailed the freedom of Kink, fearlessly. Kay Jaybee writes with a masterful insight and sucks her readers into the fascinating domain of domination and submission. A realm where one’s words must be listened to very carefully and choices are empowering.’ Rose Caraway.

Artist, lover, dominatrix, Maddie has sculpted from her surroundings the perfect life and Kay Jaybee in ‘Making Him Wait’ the picture-perfect set up for an unhurried, well-written, hugely entertaining, multi-media journey into classy erotica – men, women, whatever your fancy, Mistress Jaybee guides you through her Chinese puzzle of a plot in a way that stole my breath and made my underarms tingle…Mesmerising, thrilling, word perfect, a triumph.” Chloe Thurlow

If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available as a paperback or e-book from all good retailers, including-

Amazon (universal link): http://mybook.to/makinghimwaitkjb

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About the Author

Kay Jaybee has over 150 publications to her name, including the novels Making Him Wait, (Sinful Press, second edition, 2018), and The Fifth Floor – The Perfect Submissive Book One (KJ Books, third edition, 2017). She has also written the novellas Wednesday on Thursday (KJ Books, 2017), Take Control (1001Nights Press, 2014), Digging Deep, (Xcite Press, 20153), A Sticky Situation (Xcite Press, 2013), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001 Nights Press, 2014). She has written the anthologies The Collector (KJBooks, 2016), and A Kink a Day Books 1-3 (available via the Radish reading app).

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

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#MySexySaturday Sexy Stranger – Sneak Peek to ‘Sin Bin’ from the Sacred and Profane Antho

Welcome to the 172nd week of My Sexy Saturday
This week’s theme: My Sexy Stranger
Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

Happy New Year Everyone. This is the first My Sexy Saturday Hop of 2017. I hope you had a wonderful holiday season and wishing you all the best for the coming year. 

This week, I’m sharing a snip from Sacred & Profane [Priest Erotic Romance] an anthology from Sexy Little Pages, Edited by Torrance Sené, coming January 17th. My story is entitled, Sin Bin. 

Blurb Sacred and Profane

Ten stories of temptation, romance, and blasphemy featuring Sonni de Soto, Piper Denna, Torrance Sené, Charlotte French, Bronwyn Green, Leandra Vane, Mira Stanley, Jordan Monroe, H K Carlton, and Jillian Boyd.

Not even men of the cloth are exempt from God’s greatest gift: Love. In Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, you’ll find stories of clergymen stepping outside their vows, pastors weaving divinity into their seductions, nuns and parishioners confessing to their body’s every earthly desire, and more.

Are you aroused by the blasphemous dance of sex and religion? The dangerous edge of eroticism contained within submission to something beyond oneself? The taboo juxtaposition of holy and sensual? Then Sacred and Profane welcomes you.
Excerpt
From backstage Camillah looked out at the growing crowd. Even beyond the bright lights, she could see him, the man in black. Excitement bubbled low in her stomach. He’d been coming in sporadically for weeks now. As usual he had his cap pulled low, his collar up, but there was something about him.

For the first time, he sat close to the stage and not tucked away in the shadows. He was growing bolder, coming closer to her, she thought fancifully. It was weird, this attraction to him. It gave her hope that one day she might actually fall for another guy.

Racing to her dressing room, Camillah took special care selecting a costume. In his honor, she donned a black corset, with two brilliant white satin ribbons which ran up either side of her ribcage and disappeared under her ample breasts. Thigh-high fishnet stockings held by garters and short black boots finished off the simple sexy ensemble.

As she was about to leave the dressing area, she added one last item to complete the look. A goth-looking rosary. The vee of the necklace ended just under her breasts. The rest of the chain, from the Glory-Be bead down dangled past her belly button ending with the black crucifix.

“Cam, you’re on,” the stage-manager called.

Toward the back of the slightly raised dais, Camillah stood on her mark.

Focusing on the dark stranger, she struck a pose.

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Book Tour + #Giveaway Blindsided by BJ Wane @bookunleashed

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Series: Virginia Bluebloods, Book One
Genre:
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Publisher: Blushing Books Publication
Publication Date: April 9, 2016
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Eve Sawyer had a bright future ahead of her when a tragic accident costs her everything. Now, twelve years later, desperation for all she has been missing compels her to seek comfort and pleasure in the arms of strangers. A few hours indulging in anonymous sex with a man named Nate gave her more pleasure than she ever dreamed possible; unfortunately past experiences with men hadn’t given her any hope that night could ever lead to anything more. After meeting Nate again and succumbing to his erotic coercion to enter into a sex-only affair, she soon discovers all the different ways a man with a creative imagination can give a woman with limitations the exciting, pleasurable adventures she has been craving.
Nate Radcliff never had trouble forgetting a woman once he left her bed until he spent the night having sex with a woman who insisted on keeping her name a secret and her face hidden in the dark. A few weeks later, a chance encounter has him coming face to face with the woman he has been obsessing about, and with the fact she is blind. Immediately struck with admiration for the lengths Eve is willing to go to brighten her dark world, he becomes determined to give her the adventures she craves.
For weeks Eve basks in the decadent pleasures and adventures both Nate and his friends give her, making sure she keeps her heart guarded from hoping for more, even when Nate insists their sex-only affair has grown into something more for him. But Nate wasn’t one to give up, especially when he wanted someone as much as he wanted Eve. Just when his persistence starts to pay off and Eve becomes open to a future with him, her best friend, Holly, returns to town, her jealousy and possessiveness threatening to drive them apart. Eve refuses to believe anything bad about Holly, the only person who has stayed faithfully by her side through thick and thin, which drives a wedge between her and Nate. In the end, Eve’s refusal to see her friend’s true motives comes close to not only costing her the man she loves, but to costing her life.
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Eve welcomed the warmth of the afternoon sun after the chill of hearing that voice again, the same low, rugged voice that sent shivers up her spine and heat pooling between her legs that she could not forget this past week. She knew from the tone of his voice when he whispered his name he knew who she was, but she didn’t understand how he knew and she wasn’t waiting around to find out. Now that he had discovered part of the reason she was desperate enough to seek sex in such a manner, she figured he’d be only too happy to run as far from her as possible, eager as she was to put some distance between them. 


“Give us a minute, will you?” 


Eve struggled to swallow back a groan of unease. They managed to get to the parking lot before he caught up with them and her hopes of making a clean getaway from the man she spent the better part of a night getting naked with plummeted. 


“Eve?” Carl looked from her pale face to the determined glint in Nathaniel’s eyes, wondering what was going on between them.

“It’s all right, Carl. Give me a moment to speak with Mr. Radcliff please.” She waited until he squeezed her arm and heard him walk away before turning around. She didn’t need to see him to feel his presence standing so close their bodies brushed. Taking a step back, she came up against the warm metal of Carl’s car. “What can I do for you Mr. Radcliff?” His reply dashed her hopes that using his last name would make him think she didn’t remember him.

“I would think, Ms. Sawyer, that after spending several hours heating up the sheets together, you’d know me well enough to call me by my first name.”

“Fine,” she snapped, not interested in trading barbs with him. “What is it you want, Nate?”

Nate braced his hands on the top of the car behind her, caging her in. “I want to know why you were there last week.”

She shifted uncomfortably, uneasy with her body’s reaction to his closeness. It wouldn’t do to let him know how last week’s encounter plagued her all week, how she had lain awake at night reliving each touch, each orgasm, until she was pulling out her vibrator, attempting and ultimately failing to achieve the heights he had driven her to. 

“I suspect,” she answered, “for the same reason you were, a few hours of anonymous, uncomplicated sex.”

“And how long will that night satisfy you? A week, a month, before need and desire sends you back to that room?” His perverse insistence stemmed from wanting to know if she’d spent the past week as frustrated with their anonymity and the desire for more as he had.

His brash question had her face warming. He’d probably find her pathetic if he knew she already craved a repeat performance. For the first time in five years, her desire to return to the Hampton and indulge in sex with a stranger had nothing to do with the anniversary of the devastating loss of both her high school sweetheart and her sight. “That’s none of your business, or your concern. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get going.”

Nate took a reluctant step back. He had no idea why he couldn’t let it go, let her go, all he knew was he had never been intrigued by or drawn to a woman with such a strong pull before. Discovering her blindness answered a few questions, but raised several more, like how often did Camille set her up and how had she found the courage to attempt rock climbing blind? Never one to run from a challenge, he persisted by changing the topic.

“Why rock climbing? I’d think you’d have enough challenges to cope with without adding to them.”
Eve’s first reaction was to snap back again that it was none of his business, but she wasn’t used to people, especially men, being so open and inquisitive with her. Most people tiptoed around her, coached their remarks and avoided any mention of her blindness. Nate’s blunt curiosity bordered on rudeness, but she enjoyed the refreshing novelty of it even though she had no intention of encouraging him.

“I enjoy engaging my mind and my body with new challenges,” she replied, leaving it at that. “Now, I really must go. Carl?”

“Right here pumpkin. Mr. Radcliff,” Carl said, holding out his hand. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Same here,” Nate murmured as he watched them get in the car. He hoped being able to put a face and a name to his mystery woman ended this ridiculous infatuation he had developed.

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Bind Me to You
Virginia Bluebloods, Book 2
Camille would do anything for her nephew, including going to a sex club under false pretenses. Dec couldn’t forget Camille after one brief meeting, but distrusted the woman who gave him her body but held back everything else. Would she wait too long to tell the truth, risking everything?
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Surrender to Me
Virginia Bluebloods, Book 3
Suffering from OCD and guilt over her husband’s death, Shea accepts Master Fin’s dominance to help her cope. Fin is drawn to the woman who needs his painful discipline but refuses to give him anything in return. When the truth comes out, will Shea have risked her newfound happiness for nothing?
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Blackmailed
Virginia Bluebloods, Book 4
Charlotte can’t ignore Wes’s coercion into an affair after their one night together. But their pleasurable trysts make her question whether she can accept the future her cousin has planned for her, leaving her craving only Wes. When Wes turns on her, she vows to take control of her future.

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About BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking. My favorite genre to read is Romantic Suspense.
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