After only one date, Nate is hooked on Jason, the sexy, kind VR character. New Release #MMromance #gayromance


 Thursday August 23 MM romance release 
A Virtual Kiss
E.D. Parr
Evernight Publishing


Hunky Nate Hathaway can’t resist the lure of private Virtual Reality rooms in a new Internet café that opens on the street where he works. He’s lonely and intrigued by the VR program offering a boyfriend experience. After only one date, Nate is hooked on Jason, the sexy, kind VR character.

Jason Graeme is the computer wizard behind the hot new VR programs. He’s a risk taker, smart and gorgeous. He’s also the body model for the boyfriend. A twist of fate brings Nate to his attention. Determined to meet dishy Nate, he reveals who he is.
Passion sizzles between the two men as they fall in love.

Trouble is Nate’s not the only guy in town who uses the boyfriend experience.

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“Hi, babe. It’s great to see you.” The guy greeted Nate and then kissed him.

Nate’s entire body went into meltdown. The kiss was so real he grabbed the VR man and pulled him close, crushing against him.

The man returned the kiss but gradually drew away. He held Nate’s hand and brought him to a table outside the café. “Let’s get coffee. Did you eat yet? You look tired.” He reached out a hand and swept gentle fingertips down Nate’s cheek.

Surprised at the comforting gesture, Nate closed his eyes for a second to soak up the touch. He opened them and gazed at his VR boyfriend. “I’d like to hear about your day. I’m not hungry, coffee’s fine.” What will I call him? Does he have a name or do I just assign him one? Hell, he is gorgeous.

A server brought coffee. “How lovely to see you again, Jason, and you’ve brought Nate along tonight. The usual for you both?”

Nate blinked under the beaming smile from her. How does it know my name? Must read the credit card or Cory keys it in when he sets the room going.

She placed their cups on the table.

Jason. Nate smiled at his VR man. Yeah. I like that—a mythical name for an unreal guy.

Jason locked his gaze with Nate’s. Attraction and desire flared unmistakably in the cobalt eyes.

Nate’s stomach clenched. He leaned a little forward to take in the affection from his boyfriend’s expression. Comfort, warmth, and gratitude mixed with the urgent need to kiss Jason again. He looked down at the table, unsure how to go on.

Jason stood and pulled his chair along next to Nate’s. He sat and slipped an arm around Nate’s shoulders. “Hey.” Jason held his jaw and lifted his head. “Kiss me.”

Nate looked into the blue eyes.

Jason’s lips met his. He merged his mouth on Nate’s in a soft press then lingered, dotting little kisses on Nate’s parted lips, before slipping his palm around Nate’s head and deepening the kiss.

Overwhelmed with the tenderness and sex in the kiss, Nate pulled away and stood. “I have to get back to work.”

Jason stood, too. He made a grab for Nate’s hand. “What, tonight? That’s unusual. Will I see you tomorrow?”

Nate stared at the gorgeous man, shocked at the realistic way Jason’s voice held need and worry. 

“Yes, of course. I better go now.” Unable to resist, he hugged Jason close. It was just as if he held a real man to his body. He soaked up the feel, let go of Jason, and strode to the wall where the door to the room had been. The VR scene provided a row of shops along the wall. As the dreamlike quality of the experience remained, Nate sighed and tried every one of the handles on the doors, until one swung inward and he charged out of it into the corridor. His credit card popped up from the device slot. Nate snatched it. He put it into his wallet as he walked the length of the corridor.

Cory drank coffee from a paper cup at his desk. He gave Nate a wave. “See you again.”

Nate passed him, dashed up the stairs, and raced along the corridor to the young woman’s desk at the entrance.

He called, “Good night,” walking quickly by her, and wove through the tables and computer desks until he pushed open the glass door and stepped into the evening air.

Nate froze in the cool breeze. He breathed deep. This was real. The café building behind him was cream brick, chrome, and dappled glass, the bank over the street serious gray stone blocks with an ATM inserted along one wall. Nate stalked along the sidewalk glad of the traffic nearby, happy with the occasional blast of carbon monoxide until he reached the entrance to the subway. He went down to the platform.

On the train home, he gazed ahead as he hung from a ceiling strap surrounded by late commuters. It’s as if I’ve been with a real person. I can just about feel his mouth on mine. Fuck, he’s hot. I wish he was real. Should I go tomorrow?

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Yay, release day for sizzling #MMromance 'Love on Show' @evernightpub @parr_books #gayromance

Dishy Justin Harper plays gay bad boy, Brandon in a TV show that’s fast becoming a cult classic, but Justin hides the fact he’s gay in real life. When a new actor is cast to play his TV show love interest, Justin can’t deny the raging attraction he feels for gorgeous Caer Rossi.

Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?



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Justin Harper glanced in the rear view mirror at the guy who’d play his love interest, Stephen. There were loads of actors in his age group who suddenly burst onto the scene via a TV show, and Justin hadn’t seen this guy before. I wonder how good he is. I should have read his IMBD. He’s hot, smokin’ hot. He has no idea who I am. He ogled me. Yeah, he likes what he sees, and to be honest, so do I. It will be no hardship kissing him. The thought brought a smile to his face. Caer Rossi—never heard of him. He indicated and maneuvered the BMW into the stream of traffic heading toward the rural side of town.

The studios occupied a few acres of prime countryside. Justin had a cottage on the outer perimeter. Most of the actors slept in trailers, comfortable, but with impersonal atmospheres. Justin had done that for a few years and knew it could be unsettling never feeling quite at home. As the hero and long-term character in the series, Justin received special treatment. Petra told him he was spoiled.

Recently he wondered if he’d become complacent. When he’d started in the show three years before, he’d told himself it was a stepping-stone. He wondered now if it wasn’t fear keeping him in the show. Could he hack the round of auditions and rejections again? He didn’t know. He pushed the question to the back of his mind.

He roared the BMW down the highway ignoring the speed limit and sped into the studio lot where Caer Rossi was to meet with Petra the AD, Sam one of the writers, and—himself. Justin grinned at this.

He screeched the car to a halt and hopped out. He took a step to stride into the building then remembered he was pretending to be a runner and had driver duties. He spun around and opened the door for the actor he’d brought from the hotel.

“We’re here. I’ll take you to the meeting. It’s stopped raining. That’s a good sign, huh?” He leaned into the car to address Caer.

The man’s brown eyes met his and in them Justin read trepidation.

He experienced a wave of empathy. “Hey, it’ll be okay.” He reached in and grasped the handle of the duffle bag on the seat beside Caer.

Caer attempted to snatch it back, but failed, then got out of the car and smoothed down his suit jacket.

Justin closed the car door and flashed Caer a reassuring smile. “You look good.” Yeah, good enough to eat, in fact.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2018 Evernight Publishing Hot new MM erotic romance release
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He bent his head to be even closer to her as she stayed there stilled under his hand and his gaze. #romance #PNR #teaser @HotInkBooks

The Old Star
 She was looking for new office space...but it found her…what’s hidden in this spooky place?

Blurb:
When Cathy Faraday goes out from her office to buy morning tea, a set of circumstances send her on a different route from the one she would normally take. Waiting on a street unknown to her is a house. Old and left to fade away the house looks shabby against its neighbors. The whole row of houses are now offices and Cathy sees a ‘for let sign’ outside the place. Something draws her to the house. Someone watches from the third floor window.
Cathy applies to rent the building to expand her dating agency business. As she begins to make it ready, the house reveals its secrets.
Erotic paranormal romance, set in contemporary England this story will haunt you.

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Owen heard the door to the room open and spun around.


Cathy walked in, hesitantly.

Owen strode to her, so pleased to see her, he couldn’t stop a huge smile forming on his face. “Cathy, I hoped I’d see you before you left. How did it go with the locksmith, all fixed?” He stopped close to her and looked into her eyes. ‘She’s very pretty. I’d like to get a kiss from her today.’

“Curiously, the locksmith told me there’s nothing wrong and the lock is new. He thinks that I haven’t been locking it properly, but I know I have.” She frowned.

Owen felt like kissing the frown away, or at least smoothing it away with his thumb. He smiled. “What about Alfred Parr has he had trouble with it?” Owen was just interested in keeping Cathy talking and close, but he’d sparked something in her mind.

She widened her eyes. “Hey, that’s true. When I first came here, I closed the door behind me after finding it ajar. It locked of course and stayed locked because Alfred used a key to get in and find me already here. That was the same today … weirdly the door was locked okay when the locksmith arrived…”

Owen watched her consider this. He desperately wanted to establish something between them to make her want to see him the next day. Ordinarily he’d ask a girl out, but he couldn’t do that could he? He launched into flirting.

“You have such lovely eyes, Cathy. I hope that’s okay to say. When you frowned I felt like smoothing it away.” He gave her a practiced look laden with promise.

Cathy gazed at him.
Her eyes betrayed her. He could touch her and she’d accept it. He took a deep breath and slowly put out his hand to hold her face. He smoothed the place a frown had been.

“I guess you have someone in your life waiting for you to get home. You wouldn’t want to stay a while and talk to me about your plans for the place.” He kept his voice low and looked at her lips. It was no hardship. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. He bent his head to be even closer to her as she stayed there stilled under his hand and his gaze.
‘She has to be attracted to me. She has to be, or she’d have shaken off my touch and be backing away.’

“I don’t have anyone, special that is. I’d like to stay a while.”

Owen moved so slowly he felt as if he’d entered some dream state, but he reached her lips with his, and holding her face gently, he kissed her. Her lips were soft and she returned his kiss. It felt so good he couldn’t pull away as he intended. He brought his other hand to her head and ran his fingers into her hair to hold her. He kissed her until he felt weakened. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but he liked it. His cock was hardening. That felt good, too.
He drew back a little from Cathy’s face to look into her eyes. He saw her open them.
“Cathy I … I...” He had no idea what he wanted to say next. The need to keep kissing her ate at him.

She smiled a little and then put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him.

Owen received the kisses all over his face, and then as she reached his lips, he crushed her to his body and took over the kiss. He licked along the seam of her lips, and then bit the bottom one softly as she opened her mouth for him. A spike of desire tore through his body and completed his erection as he slid his tongue against hers. He ground his hard cock against her and moved his hands to cup her ass keeping her there. She wasn’t fighting. She was moving in little thrusts against him and it felt incredible. As he left her lips to kiss down her neck he vaguely thought, ‘This feels so fucking good … I don’t remember ever feeling so turned on.’
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He grinned as he took in the sight of her soft ass in her cutoff jeans #midweektease #romance @ElodieParkes

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from Love at First Sigh
Love at First Sigh
Two sizzling contemporary romance stories

Handy Hubby Hire
Tired of the maintenance jobs mounting up in her house, Sara hires a handyman. She never dreams someone like Griffen Fox will show up to fix the faucets and back yard gate. Sparks fly, but will they lose their heart to each other?

Pina Colada
When Emma takes a long weekend vacation in a warm beach resort, she meets the very handsome Matt Tyler. They spend an idyllic few days together. Will this only be a holiday romance?



Griffen Fox drew a deep breath as he watched Sara walk down the hall to her office. He grinned as he took in the sight of her soft ass in her cutoff jeans. Made for grabbing … she’s made for fucking. Pretty, beautiful eyes, lips that make you want to bite them hard as you ram her onto your cock. Damn, Griff, that’s a little over the top, get a grip, and start work. 

He opened the front door, clicked up the catch so that it wouldn’t lock him out, and went to his truck. An old F500, he’d covered the tray top and made space there for tools and supplies. It proved a good workhorse. Griffen calculated the time it would take to do the jobs in the house … not long really. They were pesky jobs, but not hard or time consuming, as in taking a week, unless he strung them out. He’d be there most of the day and one more morning. He looked back at the house from his vantage point on the gravel drive. It’s a nice place. She seems to live there alone. What’s a lovely woman like that doing with no man in her life? Maybe there is one. Maybe I’ll ask her.


Griffen took his tools and supplies into the house and started work. He hummed as he worked. He thought about Sara as he rehung the backyard gate. He liked the way her nipples peaked in that tight, white T-shirt, before she covered them up. She’d gazed hungrily at him, too. There was something needy about her that made him want to pick her up, crush her to his body, kiss her tenderly, and then fuck her hard. Fuck away that fleeting sadness in her eyes. Fuck a smile onto that pretty face. Have those delicate fingers of hers curl around my cock … have those full lips suck it. Hell, I’m getting an erection. I’d like to kiss her. I like her. I do. I bet she tastes sweet.

He jumped when her voice interrupted his thoughts.

“I’m making coffee. Would you like a cup?”

She stood behind him and he turned. The sunlight caught her hair and lit it up with golden streaks. Her T-shirt skimmed the top of her low riding, cutoff jeans. Griffen stared at the flat expanse of stomach on display as she reached up and plucked a few dead twigs off the young tree nearby. He ran his tongue along his top lip as he saw the muscles in her thighs tighten when she stood on tiptoe. She’s lovely… Her nearness made him shake a little.

“I’d love a cup of coffee, thank you.” He steadied his voice, and followed her to the kitchen.

He stood as close as possible without being scary as she made the coffee. The soft part of her shoulder teased him as the scoop neckline of her T-shirt fell away. He wanted to suck on that satiny skin. He watched her and cast away any reservations. His cock already half-erect, his balls ached a little because his stomach clenched every time he caught sight of her nipples. They tantalized him through the white fabric. She’s not wearing a bra.

“There’s no one who could have helped with some of this work, no brother or boyfriend?” Griffen took his chance. He put his fingers over hers as she handed him the mug of coffee. The contact with her skin sent a jolt of desire right up his arm. His stomach tightened again so fast he stifled a groan. He shifted slightly so that she wouldn’t see his erection as she stepped away. The look on her face told him she’d felt something too when their hands brushed.

Her voice almost a whisper, she answered, “No one, at all.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Hot Ink Press
5* Readers' favorite
Elodie Parkes has given us two tales of instant attraction that can bloom into something more in Love at First Sigh.  Parkes produces amazing chemistry in just a few lines and lets us see a strong bond that developed during what was supposed to be a brief sexual fling.
 Elodie Parkes is brilliant at illustrating the push and pull of their burgeoning feelings while continuing to succumb to their lust. In just a few short pages she was able to bring out hot love scenes, deeper emotions and insecurities to create a full story.
Love at First Sigh is a great fun day at the beach type of read. There are plenty of amazing love scenes, witty banter and enough lust to set the pages on fire. Short, sweet and to the point is what these stories are, but they are truly memorable.

Kiss kiss from An Unusual Vacation @evernightpub @elodieparkes #romance #adventure #midweektease

Dominic held back from holding Michelle’s hand, although he desperately wanted to touch her again. The intense and unexpected pleasure that zoomed through his stomach into his cock when she shook his hand teased him. He wanted that again. He waited at the stairs to go down to the exhibit so Michelle might go ahead of him.

As she passed in front of him, he instinctively moved to place his hand in the middle of her back, but couldn’t allow himself the contact. He breathed in the soft perfume of her hair as it swung in a heavy fall when she turned her head to gaze into his eyes.

The unspoken invitation in her expression gave him courage and he quickly stepped to be close beside her. At the bottom of the stairs, he took her hand to walk to the area of the gallery where the paintings hung. Pleasure shot through him both from her smile of acceptance at his touch, and from the contact with her soft skin.

He barely saw the paintings this time around. He watched Michelle smile and exclaim delight at the color and light in the artwork. He soaked up her touch as she held his arm or his hand. Dominic’s imagination ran riot. Michelle made his heart beat faster. He imagined being in bed with her, naked, kissing her hard, hearing her moan as she came. His gaze settled on her shapely thighs as she went ahead of him to the final painting in the exhibition. Those shorts were great. Made of a different fabric from the jacket, but almost the same color, along with her fuck-me heels, they made her look as if she’d stepped off the cover of a magazine. She’s so beautiful.

She turned to him and smiled.

His stomach clenched. He walked to her. I have to keep her in my life, at least for a little while. “Will you have coffee with me? There’s a good café next door. I’d like to talk with you. Do you live here in town? Do you have time for coffee?”

Michelle’s expression told him she was going to say yes, before she answered. “I’d love to have coffee with you.” She held out her hand.

Dominic took it and led her from the gallery.

Her heels clicked on the pavement. The bright umbrellas over the tables at the café fluttered in the warm, gentle breeze. Everything appeared brighter, lighter, and more hopeful. Dominic pulled out a chair for Michelle. He ached to kiss her ear, revealed as she sat and pushed her hair over her shoulder. He sighed without knowing it as he drew away to take a seat opposite her so that he could gaze at her.

“That was a big sigh. Is everything okay?” Tenderness filled her voice and that’s when Dominic knew for sure the deep attraction he felt was mutual.

“Everything is perfect. I’m happy we met. So, do you live in town?” Greedy for information about her, he leaned forward and shifted the small pot of flowers to one side from where it sat in the middle of the table.

“I don’t live here. I’m on vacation. What about you?”

“Me, too. I’m on vacation. I sailed here from the city yesterday. My yacht, or I should say, my dad’s yacht, is in the marina.”

A server showed up at the table. With coffee ordered, Dominic wanted more information.

“How long are you staying here?”

Michelle hesitated for a moment. “Well … I haven’t decided.” Her eyes darkened at him as she leaned closer into the shade of the umbrella.

Dominic read in her eyes what was unspoken. She’ll change her plans for me … wow.

Copyright Elodie Parkes , Evernight Publishing 

From Evernight Publishing, erotic romance, suspense, intrigue, and a gorgeous love story
4 and a half stars from Manic Readers
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention.
Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.
When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.
Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?



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This week the #midweektease #MWTease is from
Clip my Wings
erotica, contemporary romance with a sprinkle of magic

Gorgeous Drew loves the ladies. One hot New Orleans summer his life of fun and romance is about to change.

Marianne owns and runs a new age shop. She sells her spells and potions
aware of Drew's conquests and sometimes she wishes he'd look her way.
Magic is in the air. A series of events will unfold that changes everything.
An erotic romance, full of sex, romance and magic, this short story will delight.




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Drew was almost at the end of the tour he’d conducted that afternoon. He’d answered the usual questions about the reason the graves were above ground because of the high water table. He’d talked about the rumors of spooks and black magic and, all the while, he’d given signals to the two young women in the group, a blonde and a redhead, and that was the way he thought of them later as he fucked them.
The women gave him signals too. I like you. I want you.
He flashed his eyes. I’m hard for you … only you. Meet me after the tour. He waited at the gates for them to stop, linger nearby, and then he’d swoop.
“Hi, you’re still here.” He treated them to his gorgeous smile. “Let me guess. You’re not sure how to get back to base, or you’re hoping I know where to get ice cream.” He looked at them, giving his silent approval, his desire rippling in his balls.
The young women smiled. Their eyes darkened at him. Their gaze traveled over his body. One even stared openly at his crotch.
Drew recognized the looks they gave him. They were out to get him—both of them, and it was going to be easy. His cock stirred, and as one girl eyed his jeans zipper, a bulge formed there. Drew gave the young women a sweet look.
“I have ice cream at my place.”
As he drove to Marianne’s house where he lived, the girl in the passenger seat unzipped his jeans, and stroked his cock into a huge erection. The girl seated behind him sucked on his earlobe. Drew forced himself to concentrate on the traffic. His cock leaked. The young woman smeared the soft liquid around the helmet head, and Drew gasped his appreciation.
He never asked their names. He brought them to his bedroom and stripped each one in turn, taking his fill of pleasure from sucking and kneading the blonde one’s breasts as the redhead sucked his cock. The rush of need for an orgasm crashed through him.
He finger-fucked the blonde until she came, groaning into his mouth. He laid her on the bed and turned his attention to the redhead. His cock was so hard, and leaking so much, he expected to lose it any second and spurt his seed up his stomach. He kissed her mouth once, turned her, bent her over the bedside chest, and took her from behind. His hips hammered as he grasped her soft ass. Her moans drifted through the fugue of desire that gripped him. As she came, gasping and moaning, so did he with a massive thrust of his cock into her tight, wet pussy. He collapsed over her back and laid his head on her shoulder. The blonde smiled at him, as she lay propped on one elbow watching the show. Drew smiled right back at her.
He pulled out and found his jeans to drag on.
“That was so good, sweethearts, but I have to get back to work.”
They dressed, but the redhead wanted some communication.
“You never introduced yourself. At the start of the tour, you said you were our guide, but never told us your name.”
Through Drew’s mind ran the phrase, Hi, My name’s Drew and I’m a sex addict. Unexpectedly, a desire to be more than that, not to focus on just the sex, took hold in his heart. He told them his name and asked theirs.
“My name’s Drew. Tell me your names.” He sat on the edge of his bed and watched as they took turns to straighten their hair and replace lip-gloss. They spoke to his reflection in the freestanding mirror in the corner of his bedroom.
“I’m Sue,” the blonde one told him, combing her hair.
“I’m Bernadette.” The redhead grinned as she paused in applying the pink goop to her sex-rosy lips.
Drew liked that. “Hey, Bernadette suits you so well. It goes with that lovely red hair.”
She advanced on him and kissed him softly. “Thank you for the compliment. You’re very good-looking too, but I suppose you know that.”
Drew caught the expression on Sue’s face through the mirror. Amusement about something played at the corner of her mouth. She joined her friend to kiss him briefly.
“We need to go now. Lovely to meet you, Drew.” She took Bernadette’s hand and they walked to the door.
Drew followed and they clattered down the stairs to the hallway.
“I’ll drop you somewhere.” Drew reasoned he must have brought them a distance from their accommodation.
Bernadette turned to him. “No need. We know the area. We’ll walk.”
Sue gave Drew a secretive smile as Bernadette led her off along the sidewalk.

He shrugged, something’s going on there, but who cares, it’s a great afternoon. Hunger suddenly sent him to the fridge. He pulled out cold chicken, salad, and found bread rolls. He popped a piece of chicken into his mouth to eat as he made his meal.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2017
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Patti closed her eyes with pleasure. Master Dominic would ease her need. She swayed toward him in gratitude at his approach. #midweektease #BDSM #eroticromance

#midweektease
When a fleeting encounter with a handsome stranger ignites Patti’s repressed loneliness she has to admit she longs for the love of a sensual Dom.
Luck is on her side when she goes out for the evening and meets delicious Cameron in The Club—but is he all that he appears to be?
Cameron’s overwhelming attraction to Patti is tested when she inexplicably fails to show up for a date. Just what is going on and will they ever get together?
Be Warned: light BDSM, spanking, public exhibition

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Master Dominic sat on one of the leather couches adjacent to the dance floor. His long legs encased in black pants and his usual black leather, calf-length boots, he caught Patti’s eye before she bowed her head.

Patti walked quietly, head down to a table close by. The underskirt of her dress rustled as she perched delicately on a chair. She knew Dominic would give her release, but she had to earn it. Desire coiled in her stomach as she watched a scene happening at another table. Patti pushed away memories of Cameron as the Dom pulled his Sub across his knee and spanked her. The low moans of pleasure from the Sub grew rhythmic as the Dom gave the last slap and pushed his fingers into the Sub’s pussy. Patti watched his thrusting fingers, hypnotized, with her nipples peaking against the stiff bodice of her dress and her pussy clenching. Her need for sex grew with each of the Sub’s gasps until Patti rocked on the end of her seat with an edgy frown and her tongue pressed against her top lip.

Under this crush of desire fueled by loneliness, she didn’t know Master Dominic had moved until he ran his hand across her bare shoulders. She arched to his touch, her head lifting as he placed his hand on the nape of her neck.

“What’s going on, Patti? You’re distraught.”

She shivered as he ran a finger up and down her backbone. “Sorry, Master Dominic.”

He grasped a handful of her hair and brought her to stand before him.

The move served to harden her nipples even more as the smallest sting ran across her scalp, and then he’d relaxed his grip and held her head, the pad of his thumb pressed on her lips.

A clench contracted Patti’s stomach muscles. Her pussy creamed. She’d not worn panties and the wetness reached to the tops of her inner thighs.

“You didn’t answer my question. I can’t see you in such need, when I know you have no regular Master or Dom, but I want an answer from you. I think you need a spanking––to remind you who I am––before I give you release.”

Patti closed her eyes with pleasure. Master Dominic would ease her need. She swayed toward him in gratitude at his approach. “Sir, I do deserve a spanking. Will you take me to a private room so that I can answer your question after my punishment?”

He gazed intently at her, his green eyes, a mixture of kindness and desire.
“There are none vacant. I was doing surveillance so I know, but there are booths free on the second floor. Come with me.”

He strode away toward the wide stairs curving up to the mezzanine floor where booths lined the back wall and a balcony looked down on the dance floor for members’ viewing pleasure.
Patti followed behind him. Her heartbeat sped up as they mounted the stairs. She licked her suddenly dry lips. Dominic was very sexy and caring. He’d scened with her before and she was safe with him. 
Copyright Elodie Parkes , Evernight Publishing 



New release #erotica from @LisabetSarai Asian Adventures Book 3


New Release!
Vows:
Asian Adventures Book 3
By Lisabet Sarai


Contemporary multicultural bisexual erotic romance (X rated)
7,400 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN: 9781370254026 (Smashwords)
HFN ending


The more you try to release desire, the more attached you become.


Travel brings out a strange recklessness in my wife, a hunger for extremes that I don’t see when we’re in New York. I would never have acted on my desire for male flesh if she hadn’t bullied me into my first homosexual encounter. Not that I regret it. I’ll never forget that incandescent night with the audacious young punk she bought for me in Amsterdam.

Now, she wants us to seduce the achingly beautiful Buddhist monk we’ve met in Luang Prabang. I try to reject her suggestions, to resist temptation. But I can’t banish the images of Souvannaphone— ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cry out to be kissed. I yearn for his body—and his serenity.

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Dani was still stroking my penis surreptitiously as the boat pulled up to the public dock. “Why don’t we go back to the hotel? We can—talk—about our new friend.” She paid the boatman, and handed me my straw hat, which I used to hide my raging erection as we strolled the few blocks back to our guest house. I barely had time to close the door and slip out of my sandals before Dani was down on her knees in front of me, undoing my fly.

Here in the privacy of our room, I didn’t object. I was painfully hard; it seemed as though the taut skin sheathing my organ would burst at the slightest touch. Danielle squeezed. I could scarcely bear it. She gazed up at me, mischief in her hazel eyes. “Pretend that it’s him, sucking you,” she murmured. Then she swallowed me whole.

Her mouth was a steaming tropical jungle, her muscular tongue a snake twining around me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into pure sensation. 

After five years with me, she knew how to give me what I liked—languorous strokes from base to tip alternating with energetic sucking that must have left her jaw sore, but which brought me to the edge again and again. I filled my mind with images of her: the ginger thatch of her pubis matching the fringe on her head; the slick folds hidden among those curls; her palm-sized breasts with their extravagant nipples; her lively, intelligent, sometimes mocking face. I imagined that she was stroking herself as she worked on me. That might well be true. I remembered her wild, almost inhuman expression when she came.

But as she brought me inexorably closer to orgasm, these images slipped away, though I tried to hold on to them. Instead, I saw a pair of ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cried out to be kissed. I imagined bare feet, muscular buttocks, a slim cock rearing like a rod of ivory, hairless and pure. She was broadcasting these images to me, I knew it, but that didn’t help me to resist. My desperate moan was part guilt, part overwhelming arousal. I saw a cloud of saffron-hued fabric drifting down, covering twined limbs, white and honey-colored, and I spilled myself into Danielle’s greedy mouth.


About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. 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 – nearly 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 and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh