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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


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Asian Adventures Book 3
By Lisabet Sarai


Contemporary multicultural bisexual erotic romance (X rated)
7,400 words
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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




Demons On Wheels MC 5 from @ravennatate #newrelease #eroticromance Rahab's Domination @evernightpub

RAHAB'S DOMINATION
Demons On Wheels MC 5


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Liz Chavez loves her new job as a paralegal. For a woman who grew up in the foster care system, was abused, and had to scrape by for eleven years after graduating from high school to get to this point, she’s not about to let anyone or anything derail her plans of attending law school one day. And then she meets Rahab, the VP of the Demons on Wheels MC.

One night with Liz and Rahab’s world is turned upside down. He can’t stop thinking about her. He’s driving her to and from work each day. When her apartment is vandalized, she moves into the club. He hasn’t had sex with any woman since the night he spent with her, but she’s not interested in him the same way.

What’s a biker supposed to do when the woman he has to possess, doesn’t want to belong to him?

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It was all Rahab could do to sit there and watch the set. His dick throbbed. His entire body was on fire. He stopped after four shots because that was his limit, and he’d be damned if any spot in his brain would be dulled from booze tonight. He wanted sharp, clear senses and staying power.

Kissing her had awoken the beast inside him, and nothing except fucking every hole of her lush, curvy body would tame it. If her mouth tasted that good, he could only imagine what her tits and pussy tasted like.

Was she wearing sexy underwear beneath that sharp, navy blue suit? It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be wearing it for long once he got her up to his room. Before the second dancer of this set came on, Liz whispered in his ear she needed to use the bathroom.

He rose and took her hand, leading her down the hall toward the private bathrooms, rather than pointing her toward the public ones. While she was in there, he went into Donny’s office with the intention of retrieving her briefcase and coat, so he could put them up in his room for later.

When the door opened, he assumed it was one of his Brothers, and turned, ready to explain what was going on. But Liz stood there, her dark eyes shining with mischief and lust. “Are you trying to steal my coat and briefcase? What’s your name? I’m going to report you to the owners.”

“Rahab’s the name, ma’am, and I’m afraid you caught me red-handed.” His cock twitched painfully. A woman who loved to play along with jokes was fucking sexy as hell.

She slammed the door shut and locked it. Oh, fuck me sideways. “Should I call the police, or are you going to compensate me in some other way?”

If you only knew what I was picturing. “In what way should I compensate you, ma’am? Because I sure as fuck don’t want you to call the cops.”

A slow grin spread across her face as she sauntered toward him. “Gee, I don’t know. What skills do you have?”

Rahab couldn’t help chuckling. “Uh, I can eat out a pussy and make a woman come in thirty seconds flat.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” He curled his hands into fists to keep from charging across the room and throwing her onto the table. His jaw went slack as she reached under that skirt and pulled off a pair of white, cotton panties. One question answered.

She glanced around the room, then laughed softly. “Why the hell not?”

Rahab nearly came in his jeans as she climbed onto the table and lay back, her hips close to the edge and her legs dangling over the side. She hiked up the skirt and spread her legs, revealing a glistening wet pussy with full lips. He groaned. There was no way to stop it.

“Pull up a chair and prove it,” she said.

“As you wish, ma’am.” Rahab pulled a chair over and placed it right in front of her pussy. He closed his eyes for a second and took a long inhale. There was nothing as powerful as the scent of a woman in lust.

He clamped his hands around her full upper thighs and licked up and down them, his head exploding with delight when she moaned loudly and grasped a fistful of his hair. “Oh my God!”

You haven’t felt anything yet, gorgeous.

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Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.

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Chapter One

“Good evening, your majesty.” His hand on his heart, signifying loyalty for his young queen, Indigo Vaughn bowed. He gave Lissabella a smile that made his handsome face even more beautiful.
“Indigo, it’s so good to see you. I wish you’d visit more often.” Into her eyes crept the usual flirtatious twinkle. “Dear one, you deliver my gift early again. One day you will delegate security on my birthday festival to someone else.”

She glanced at the trio of musicians who sat waiting in the corner of the room.
Within seconds, music filled the air. Notes so sweet, they resonated along the filmy wall hangings and translucent drapes at the windows, causing them to billow gently as if blown by a warm summer breeze.

Indigo looked kindly on the queen. He held out his hand knowing she expected him to dance with her—just one slow dance that fed her fantasy he might one day spend more time with her, even though he’d made it plain he preferred the company of men when it came to lovers.

Lissabella took his hand and rose. She slipped into his arms. “Closer.”

Indigo obliged, pulling her to his body as he led the dance. His steps lightened with magic, he swirled Lissabella around the room, until she laughed aloud, joy ringing in the words with which she always ended their dance. “A kiss, Indigo.”

He brought them to a standstill and softly kissed his queen’s cheek.

Her sigh touched him as his mouth left her skin.

Indigo led her to the ornate couch where she sat. “Thank you.” Her sad whisper brought him to his knees before her. He slid the ruby ring he’d brought for her from his little finger. It would need fitting. He held it up. The gem shot scarlet rays of light across the room.

Delight filled Lissabella’s eyes. She held out her hand devoid of jewelry in readiness for his annual gift.

Indigo smiled and slipped the ring on each finger until she chose one that suited. He drew away, summoned his magic, and wrapped his hands around hers. When he surrendered her hand, the ring would fit perfectly. A moment later, and he grazed her knuckles with his lips, before he stood.

“Goodnight now, Indigo.” Her gaze caressed him.

Indigo bowed and left her. The annual visit always forced a wave of sadness through him. He could never give her what she wanted and she knew that, had always known that he loved men. All the same, he took the long route back to his home, drifting over the city, and skimming the surrounding forests and rivers in his skeeter.

Finally, as he docked the craft at one of the entrances to his sky barge, the sadness lifted. He exited the skeeter and walked along the corridor to eat dinner before he checked his appointments for the next day.



Chapter Two

One year later

Indigo Vaughn stared down at the lights of the city far below. His sky barge, the Dreamboat, sailed majestically and wonderfully slowly through the night sky. The city and surrounding outer suburbs spread out like a twinkling jeweled carpet. Indigo sighed as his imagination took flight, and he dreamed up a beautiful man waiting there just for him. He will be muscled and tall, and have eyes that remind me of the deep blue sea off the coast of my Celtic home.

He drew in a ragged breath. The pain in remembering the far away and long ago place hit him like a spear in his heart. He forced himself on. I will twist my fingers in his night-dark hair and drag him to my kiss. His sexy lips will taste better than the sweetest wine, and once I have kissed him he’ll be mine forever. Indigo rested his forehead on the special glass of the window. He closed his eyes. He didn’t expect ever to meet this dream man. He’d lived for so long without romantic love he sometimes wondered how much longer he could withstand the crushing sadness of his empty life.
Indigo conjured the dreams of his clients, producing the spell for what they craved on the Dreamboat. Sometimes they lived their dream for the rest of their lives. Sometimes they simply fucked up the chance he gave them. Indigo opened his eyes and saw that the sky barge was over one of the huge lakes on the outskirts of the city.

Is it my eternal curse never to conjure my own dream? I shouldn’t torture myself. Perhaps this is my destiny, but a long life without love is no life at all.

He saw movement on the surface of the lake. Water boats crisscrossed the placid surface. Indigo left the window, exited his private quarters, and walked with all the grace he could muster to the consulting room. Two clients awaited him that night.

His assistant, Milan, greeted him as he entered the anteroom.
“Good evening, sir. The first of your clients is prepared.”

Indigo bestowed a grateful smile on Milan. “Thank you. I’ve read her request document and this won’t take long.”

He took a deep breath before he went into the consulting room. “Let nothing go wrong.” He always said this. It was his mantra to ward off anything bad, because Indigo, even after centuries, had never taken his magic for granted.

The woman’s request for the ability to speak a neighboring civilization’s language brought a smile to his face.
“Greta,” he shone the smile on his client, using the familiar greeting to put her at ease, “I will need you to close your eyes and then you will feel my hands on your head. A prickle of sensation will run from your forehead, down your spine and that will be it. The next time you meet your betrothed you’ll listen to him talk for only moments before you, too, will know, and use his language.”

The woman’s eyes widened and then she closed them.

Indigo placed his hands on the woman’s head. Her dark red hair springy in his fingers, he ignored the feeling and cast his mind into hers. He found fragments of the language she wished to speak. The knowledge merged with what he knew, and after gathering his magic, he whispered the spell that would make her dream true, sending it speeding through her brain and body.

She trembled under his touch.

He drew away. “There you are. All finished.”

Greta snapped her eyes open. “Thank you. I don’t feel any different.”

Indigo gave her a reassuring look. “That’s good. Tell me. Why not simply use a tech-translator? There are mechanisms now that are practically undetectable.”

She stood. “I want my betrothed to love me.”

Indigo watched her leave the room. He slipped the printout of her request document into the shredder thoughtfully, before he touched the button on the screen of his tablet computer that would tell Milan he was free.

Milan led the next client into the room. “Darian O’Harr, sir.”

Indigo kept his head bowed as if reading this man’s request document. Immediately Milan and the client entered, the room had filled with expectation, hope, and as Indigo finally raised his eyes to the client’s, the air sparked and charged with sexual attraction.

Indigo gazed at the man standing before him. His heart hammered in his chest as if trying to burst through the perfectly toned muscles and his dark shirt. Long ago he’d felt something like this, but the occasion was centuries distant. Right then, he could barely breathe with the sensation as he attempted to appear impervious to the sight before him.

“Good evening. I’ve read your request and can conjure the events to make your dream reality.” Indigo had to take a deep breath in order to go on. “Tell me, are you attending the festivities in the city the week after next for the queen’s birthday? The meeting will happen there.”

The beautiful man remained standing. He cast a glance at the chair positioned an arm’s length away from Indigo’s own seat. His ocean eyes regarded Indigo, filling with amusement and kindness. “May I sit?”

Indigo closed his eyes for a second. He couldn’t control the desire that zapped through his body. Amazed by his reaction, he forced himself to nod calmly. “Of course, forgive my discourtesy.”

Darian O’Harr gave him a smile. “Thank you. I am attending the festivities.” He drew aside his cloak, revealing an almost transparent cotton shirt that did nothing to conceal his hard muscled chest and, allowing the sides of the cloak to fall over his hips, he sat.

Indigo feasted on the sight of his client—dark, glossy hair, cut in a style that showed off the planes of his delectably handsome face and lips that enticed kisses. This man was his dream personified. It was heartbreaking. Indigo wondered if he really would be able to conjure the spell to give Darian O’Harr the lover he asked for. Indigo wanted Darian so much, his stomach ached, his chest hurt, his magic retreated under the blue gaze of the client.

He repeated his earlier assertion playing for time to gather his wits.
“I, er, I will conjure the spell so that your wish is fulfilled. I note, I note that you prefer men.”
Indigo glanced away from the expectant stare of this hunk before him. By all the stars, why do I meet a man who stirs my spirit when I have to conjure another man to be his lover? He gathered his magic as sadness weighed on his shoulders.

He drove away the thought, and concentrated. A place, a time, a man who loosely fit the description Darian requested. In his mind’s eye, he saw the man, walking past a small marquee, the night lit with fireworks to celebrate the queen’s name day. Try as he might, Indigo couldn’t see the man’s face for his cloak hood pulled low, but Darian was there. He saw the man hold Darian’s shoulders as if to hug or kiss him. Indigo didn’t like it, but he pushed for the spell to seal the meeting, and raised his hands to form his magic into a glowing silver sphere.

“Stop.” His client stood and grasped Indigo’s hands in his cool, strong palms.

The touch was electric. Tingles shot over Indigo’s hands and sparked up his arms. Desire rose and Indigo’s cock hardened. Indigo’s magic swept back into his body in an intense wave of energy. His eyes closed for moments as he took the shock and simultaneously attempted to quell his desire.
Darian O’Harr dropped Indigo’s hands. “Wow, sorry, I felt that.”

Indigo opened his eyes. Astonished by this, he stared at Darian. “What did you feel?”

The blue eyes regarding him, filled with interest. “It was as if an ocean tide pulled a wave from the shore.”

“Why did you stop me?”

Darian was silent for a few seconds, and then he answered softly. “I changed my mind.”

“Are you going to tell me why?” The words fell from Indigo’s mouth as his gaze ranged over Darian’s handsome face and settled on his lips. The urge to swoop on Darian and kiss him gripped Indigo. A tremble went over him as he pushed it away.

“I’d like to know how the process works.”

A frown creased between Indigo’s eyes. He sighed, telling himself there was no harm in telling Darian. “My magic is esoteric. I am not only a warlock. I’m also a seer. If there is a chance what someone wants is in their future, I can see that and help it along. I don’t usually control that part. It happens when I meet the person and begin the procedure. The idea is complex. I prefer using only my magic where possible.”

Darian gazed at him. “You see a lover in my future?”

Indigo heaved a breath. The thought Darian would have a lover other than himself cut deep. “Yes. He will be near a marquee at the festivities.” He lost his composure. “If you don’t want my services, you’re free to leave. Milan will return whatever you paid and call a public skeeter for your return to land.” He stood. The encounter was doubly unsettling. His sexual desire once wakened was intense, and now directed toward Darian, a man Indigo would never see again. Indigo strode from the consulting room.

Milan hurried toward him. “Sir?”

Indigo gentled his tone before speaking. Milan didn’t deserve to feel his irritation.


“Thank you, Milan, please assist Darian O’Harr to leave.” He swept along the corridor to his private quarters.

Copyright E.D.Parr Evernight Publishing 2017
A hot, surprising gay love story
The Dreamboat

Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.