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Tuesday, 23 May 2023

Blog Tour: The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles - by A.L. Butcher @libraryoferana #darkfantasy



Character Interview with Dii’Athella
from the Light Beyond The Storm Chronicles


Meet my Character

Introduce yourself: My name is Dii’Athella Ar’Thina – but most people call me Dii. It means Flower of the Dawn in Elvish, so I’m told. I’m an elven sorceress, a Forbidden. Until very recently I did not know who my parents were – I was raised in a human household. Elves in Erana are, to all intents and purposes, slaves. We have no rights, we can legally own nothing, not even our own bodies. As an elf, a female and a mage my position in life was very dangerous and uncertain. I was taken as an infant from the Enclave, and ‘adopted’ by a Lord – the Lord Joset of Reldfield. You’d think I’d have lived a life of ease – but Joset was very cruel and unkind. I was a trophy, a prize to share around his friends. His human concubine, Malana tried to care for me as best she could, but she was a mage too and his property, she was barely in a better position that I.

More recently I am the Lady of the Light, the Lady of Tremellic – and I have a man who loves me, and a family of sorts. Yet I am still an outlaw – I am a mage and and elf and that will never change until the Order of Witch-Hunters who rule this land are gone.

Give us a short description of your world.

I have not seen much of Erana. In my former life I was never allowed to travel alone, and I was taken between Joset’s various holdings as a ‘plaything’. However, I have a little more freedom know. The Tremellic Valley is beautiful – there are mountains, and thermal pools. We have a magic cave,decorated inside and it’s a good source of Power for the more…dangerous spells. We are close to the Shimmering Forest, and my Trollish Stepdaughter is less than a day’s travel away in the mountain town of Varris.

Magic is, by the decree of the Order of Witch-Hunters, illegal. Even to be found to possess it, or thought to possess it will put one at great risk. To actually use it is risky indeed. The Order use it for their own ends, of course. They need healers, and often turn a blind eye to the local wise man or wisewoman, just so long as they heal and provide medicines, warn about storms and that sort of thing. Many people who have magic either don’t realise that is what it is, or if they do they hide it. Perhaps they are a little faster, a little luckier, or an excellent blacksmith. Perhaps they are the local midwife who never loses a babe…. But the Order make the law, uphold the law and interpret the law so often such people end up imprisoned or dead.

Why are elves enslaved? Because, so it’s said, elves brought the Plague many centuries ago. Elves are all thieves, diseased, wicked, impure. All that sort of thing.

How did you end up on this adventure?

I fled the house of my Keeper, Lord Joset. I won’t go into detail why but I’d have died if I’d stayed. I ran into Witch-Hunters, someone betrayed me from a village I helped. Lord Archos rescued me from the dungeon. Then we went to find some lost elves – stolen by Slavers from a local elven village. Lord Archos is kind to the Elfkind – and this village was at the edges of his land, although some distance away from Harkenen, where we live.

The Adventure of the Shining Citadel came about after this – we originally set out to find a missing heirloom of an elfwoman who came to ask for help. It turned out to be a good deal more complicated and dangerous; there were missing rings, monsters who shouldn’t exist in this Realm, a lost elven city, ancient magic, a daring rescue, lies, intrigue, revenge and an…enjoyable encounter with an elemental. But you’ll have to read our adventure and learn more.

Dii appears in:

The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I.

The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles Book II

The Stolen Tower – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles Book III (briefly).


From the Shining Citadel

“Sit, Dii’Athella. Do not be afraid of me.” The troll woman motioned her to a seat at the round table. As she rose stiffly from her own seat and pulled the shawl around her, Kherak continued, “Now I wished to see you in the flesh, for I have seen you before, in the crystals and the fire.

“You bring the light, yet your life has been so full of darkness, poor child. I can sense it within you, but you have a great deal of magic in you also, for she who lived in slavery is more, so much more.”

Not knowing what to say, and feeling a measure of the shame she still carried from her past life, Dii said nothing. The Shaman smiled, returning to her seat. Once more, Dii noticed the stiffness and fatigue the woman seemed to bear.

“You are in pain, my lady Shaman? I would offer you healing if you would not be offended,” Dii asked. As a kind soul, and wanting to change the subject, it seemed appropriate to ask about the woman's health.

“It is old age, my dear, nothing more. I doubt you can heal that. My daughter has some measure of healing, but it is kind of you to offer. Why would such offend me?”

Awkwardly searching around for something to say, Dii remembered the egg. “I bring you a gift, my lady, for I am informed that is the custom. I hope it is appropriate, please forgive my ignorance if not.”

The Shaman chuckled. “Has that husband of yours not been teaching you trollish ways? But, my dear, I see he has. That is a fine gift indeed.” Carefully she flipped open the top, delighted to hear the trilling song of the tiny bird. “You chose this? It is perfect, our favoured goddess would most certainly approve of the bird you bring to our settlement.”

The young mage smiled happily, glad to have pleased the Shaman. “Oh yes, my lady, it was in our workshop. I think it is delightful. Archos said you would approve, but I am just learning of your ways and sometimes, I think he says things merely to please me.”

Once more, the Shaman chuckled. “Oh yes, men tend to do that, my dear. Now, how should I repay you for such a wonder?”

“Lady, it is a gift, it needs no repayment,” Dii said.

“It is not fair that you leave with nothing, Lady of the Light. May I see the amber ring you carry?” Kherak held out her hand.

Dii paused for a moment, slightly perturbed by the abrupt change of subject, but lifted the ring on its chain from around her neck. Spinning slightly, it cast a pale orange light upon the Opal, which hummed and floated closer. The Shaman raised an eyebrow, seeing the Power the item held. Gently, she reached out and took Dii's other hand, wrapping it carefully around the ring.

“Keep that safe, it is more than mere ring. There is so much which is not as it appears.” Kherak smiled, trying to reassure when she saw the young elf’s confusion and fear.

The Arcane Opal began to glow, its faint mist spiralling around them. Dii tried to touch it, fascinated, and slowly it floated towards the Shaman holding her hand to it.

“Take comfort in who you are, who you have always been, and who you will be. Keep he you love safe, for he has the Power to walk the dangerous paths which lie before you, but you must bring him guidance for the fight is so much greater than one. He must return to the light and with it.” Kherak’s voice was low and steady.

Dii looked at her and whispered, “I do not understand, my lady.”

The Shaman smiled and stroked her cheek. “You will, my pretty child. Remember my words and keep Archos close to you, for you are his light. You are stronger than you think and all of you will need that strength.”

Walking to the shelves, she searched for a while before selecting something from the dark shadows at the back. “You have brought to me much that is valuable, and offered kindness to a stranger with no expectation of reward. For you sought to offer healing and offered the gift freely. That is rare, for you would have given such with no advice returned to you nor none expected. I wish for you to receive a gift.”

Kherak held out a magic Mirror, a pretty silver-framed item backed in tortoiseshell. “It is a Mirror of Truth. Revealing what is truly there, not merely what appears to be. Sometimes it is just a looking glass, yet in the hands of one such as you, it holds Power. Care for it and it will repay that care.”

Blurb and buy links:

The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I 

In a dark world where magic is illegal, and elves are enslaved a young elven sorceress runs for her life from the house of her evil Keeper. Pursued by his men and the corrupt Order of Witch-Hunters she must find sanctuary. As the slavers roll across the lands stealing elves from what remains of their ancestral home the Witch-Hunters turn a blind eye to the tragedy and a story of power, love and a terrible revenge unfolds.

*18 rated for adult scenes and violence.

Available as ebook, paperback, hardcover, large print and audiobook.

Universal Link
https://www.books2read.com/Lightbeyondstorm1


The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm - Book II 

Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden, and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome, and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy.


*18 rated for adult scenes and violence.

Available as ebook, paperback, hardcover, large print and audiobook.

https://www.books2read.com/ShiningCitadel

 

The Stolen Tower – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book III  

What stalks the land cannot be but is.

Where magic is outlawed a troll Shaman calls from her deathbed to her heiress, Mirandra Var, daughter of the storm. Mirandra vows to find her missing kin, sort friend from foe, and claim the dangerous secrets guarded by unthinkable creatures. If she succeeds, she will become the leader of her tribe. If she fails, there will be no tribe to lead.

*18 rated for adult scenes and violence.

Available as ebook, paperback, hardcover, large print and audiobook.

Universal Link
https://www.books2read.com/StolenTower

British-born A. L. Butcher is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet, and a dreamer, a lover of science, natural history, history, and monkeys. Her prose has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as ‘evocative’. She writes with a sure and sometimes erotic sensibility of things that might have been, never were, but could be.

Alex is the author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles and the Tales of Erana lyrical fantasy series. She also has several short stories in the fantasy, fantasy romance genres with occasional forays into gothic style horror, including the Legacy of the Mask series. With a background in politics, classical studies, ancient history and myth, her affinities bring an eclectic and unique flavour in her work, mixing reality and dream in alchemical proportions that bring her characters and worlds to life.

Alex is also proud to be a writer for Perseid Press where her work features in Heroika: Dragon Eaters, Heroika Skirmishers – where she was editor and cover designer as well as writer – as well as Lovers in Hell and Mystics in Hell – part of the acclaimed Heroes in Hell series. http://www.theperseidpress.com/

Awards:

Outside the Walls, co-written with Diana L. Wicker received a Chill with a Book Reader’s Award in 2017.

NN Light Book Heaven awards:

The Kitchen Imps and Other Dark Tales won the best fantasy for 2018

Echoes of a Song - one of her Phantom tales – won the best fantasy in 2019

Tears and Crimson Velvet won the best Short Story category in 2020

Dark Tales and Twisted Verses – won the best Short Story Category in 2021

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Tuesday, 22 December 2020

Enjoy this Character Interview with Noah Somersby from E.D. Parr's New Release: Night Song #mmromance #HolidayRead #lgbt @parr_books @evernightpub

 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 red hot teaser

Noah read attraction in Oliver’s gaze. Desire raced over him. He wanted to go slow, but at the same time, he yearned for Oliver’s naked skin against his own, Oliver’s mouth on his, and a sigh escaped him.

Oliver must have sensed his need. He put his own coffee down next to Noah’s, then in a fluid move slipped his hand along Noah’s jaw and held the side of his neck. He whispered against Noah’s lips, and the tease of breath raised a tingle all the way down Noah’s chest.

“I suddenly want you to rush me. I want to rush you. I want to leap ahead as if we’ve seen each other lots. I want to strip you and have you naked in my arms.”

Noah’s cock shot into an erection. His eyes shut, heavy with lust, as he closed his fingers around Oliver’s and stormed his mouth with urgent kisses. He murmured between them, “I can’t think of anything I want more.” He let go of Oliver and opened the buttons on his shirt with trembling fingers. His entire body tensed as sexual need raced over him. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it beside him.

Oliver swept his hands over Noah’s chest and held his shoulders.

The passion in Oliver’s kiss took Noah’s breath away. He dragged Oliver’s t-shirt up. Then, remembering his hurt arm, he gentled his touch and kissed along the soft part of Oliver’s shoulder.

Oliver helped pull off his t-shirt.

The sight of Oliver’s muscled chest sent a pulse of sensation through Noah’s balls, and he ran his fingertips up and down Oliver’s skin. “It feels good to touch you.” Lust overwhelmed him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed being with a man until then, and this was special. Touching Oliver let loose such intense desire, he swept his fingers down Oliver’s torso and plunged them into his jeans and underwear. He contacted the head of Oliver’s leaking cock, and his fingertips slipped on the pre-cum. He groaned with pleasure as Oliver held his face and kissed him hard.

Noah opened Oliver’s pants as he returned the delicious kiss. He pushed them and Oliver’s boxers down. Delight filled him as Oliver lifted his ass so that he could take them all the way down his thighs. His heart hammered. His cock leaked. His stomach tensed so tight his balls lifted. He moaned softly into the kiss as he grasped Oliver’s hard dick. Noah stroked a few times, his thumb circling the slippery pre-cum on the slit.

Oliver broke the kisses to breathe. “I want your pants off, too. Your hand on my cock is heaven.” He sighed against Noah’s mouth.

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Interview with Noah Somersby.

Today we welcome, Noah Somersby one of the heroes from, Night Song

I’ll make this interview fun…

Noah, If you were a dessert, what would you be?

(Laughs) A dessert … I’d have to be my favorite wouldn’t I. Chocolate ice cream with mocha sauce.

What do you do when you need to blow off steam?

Usually I run around the park near where Oliver and I live now, but before we lived together, I dashed into the city gym when I could. I used to do a lot of Parkour, but I’ve toned that down since I got a little older and busier with my work. (Laughs) It might look a little weird a mid-twenties guy in a business suit free running through the city.

What do you look for in a man?

Nothing now I’ve met Oliver. He’s perfect for me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet, caring. Next time I’ll bring him with me.

What is in your refrigerator right now?

Oliver and I live together now. There’s cold chicken, and some beer. Honestly, we need to go out for groceries so there’s not much in there right now.

What’s on your bedroom floor?

A pile of fashion magazines and journals. A few design books. An iPad. Probably a t-shirt…

What do you wear in bed?

Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now.

Light on or off?

Either, both

Chocolate or vanilla?

Is that for licking off Oliver’s abs? Has to be chocolate.

What’s your biggest fear?

Oh, well, I only have to think about that for a second. Honestly, it’s losing Oliver’s love. It would break my heart. Nothing else matters.

What is your most treasured possession?

After the last question, Oliver’s not my possession but I treasure him. I can’t think of one specific thing. I guess I’d be lost without my laptop or phone but I tend not to treasure things as much as experiences and people.

What’s your favorite outfit?

I have some old faded Levis and beaten up leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for work.

What do you like to see Oliver dressed in?

Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little) although I do like him in his ripped jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh… I do love to see him in his blue overcoat. It brings out the color of his gorgeous eyes.

Do you have a favorite music track?

My taste and surprisingly Oliver’s too, is eclectic. We’re listening to Mattis stuff right now—love it, and some old Passenger.

We’ll make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?

(Smiles) You know that’s another question, right? I have to get back to my office, some fabric samples will have arrived for me. Bye, then.

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Thursday, 17 October 2019

Character Interview w/ Lucien Dufort from Hard-Pressed by Queenie Black @queenieblackwr1 #BDSM #romance

New Release
Hard-Pressed
Club Hard, 1
by
Queenie Black


contemporary, BDSM, erotic romance


Master Lucien has one night at Club Hard.

One night…to show bodyguard Rose Dainty that he can be the Dom she needs,

One night…to show her that submitting to him doesn’t make her weak, that true submission requires strength and trust.

Will pushing Rose to her limits prove to her she can trust him with her body and heart, and can she let go of her deepest fears long enough to enjoy her surrender? `

They both have everything to prove and everything to lose.





Q: Welcome Lucien, thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to talk to me today.

L: Bonjour Queenie. It’s a pleasure.

Q: Do you prefer England or France?

L: I feel equally at home in both countries and travel between both, but I must admit that I have a soft spot for France. And of course, French is the language I prefer in the bedroom or when I’m in Club Hard.

Q: Oooo, you’re making me come over all goose-bumpy. (He smiles) What do you look for in a woman?

L: Someone who sees me, the man. Not the business, or the money, or the Dom. Me.

Q: What do you like to do in your spare time? How do you let off steam?

L: I like to play in Club Hard with Rose. Other than that, I run, and I practise martial arts. Mainly Wushu, a Chinese form. Sometimes I cook.

Q: Does it bother you that Rose does MMA?

L: How can it? She loves doing it as I love Wushu. Of course, I don’t like seeing her take hits, unless I’m delivering them, of course. (He shrugs) It’s her choice and I would never try and take that away. Anyway, I get to kiss her better afterwards.

Q: Ahem. Changing the subject, you said you like cooking. Tell me more.

L: I spent some time in a cordon bleu cookery school when I was much younger. I can cook most things and I enjoy putting together ingredients and flavours for friends and family.

Q: Wow. Moving on, are you a tea or coffee person?

L: Coffee. Black. Is there any other way?
Q: Cat or dog?

L: Dog. I have two Irish wolfhounds.

Q: Do you prefer to use the paddle or cane?

L: My hand. It’s far more intimate.

Q: Riiiiight. How did you know Rose was the woman for you?

L: When she walked into my life, quite simply I couldn’t see anyone else. She spoke to something deep inside me. She’s my soulmate.

Q: Favourite ice-cream?

L: I don’t eat it, but I might use it on Rose…hmmm that’s given me an idea for tonight.

Q: Okay, I won’t keep you any longer. Last question, what’s your favourite song?

L: I have too many to pick just one but at the moment I’m listening to Ivory Road by King Charles. Can’t get enough of it.

Q: Thank you!

L: Au revoir



I mounted the six shallow steps and faced the double front doors. Twin carriage lights cast a soft gleam over the brass plaque with its discrete lettering:

Club Hard

Private Members Only


I desperately wanted to run back down the steps, leap into my car, and drive home, but if I did, nothing would change, and I’d go back to dividing my time between working out, Candy Crush Saga, and the occasional night out with my friends. I might miss out on learning something about myself, something that could make a difference in my sex life. Worse, I might miss a chance at love.

I stayed, my feet rooted to the floor, but the insides of my hands were so damp, my finger slipped on the brass bell, setting off a short, discordant jangling. I winced as I rang it again properly this time. That certainly wouldn’t endear me to anyone.

Shifting from foot to foot, trying to keep the blood circulating in my toes, I looked around. Behind me, the gravel drive snaked away to a discreet carpark, and trees and shrubs created shadows within shadows. Autumn had finally reached London and in this exclusive part of it, crisp, clean air and earthy leaf mulch replaced the smell of fast food and exhaust.

I shifted again, starting to get irritated. If you were going to demand a woman wear nothing but a skirt that barely covered her butt, and a top that was little more than a bit of elastic bandage—on me it was ridiculous, if I sneezed, I’d pop out over the top—then you should damn well open the door promptly. Now, despite wearing my warmest coat over the absurd ensemble, there was a distinct draught zipping under my hem and freezing my exposed butt cheeks.

I lifted my finger to stab the bell again, and the door swung open.

Bloody hell. A real butler. I was no stranger to mansions with staff. Working as a bodyguard meant I saw the inside of a lot of wealthy homes, but so far, a liveried butler was a new one to me.

“Can I help you?”

I cleared my throat, wondering if there was any etiquette for addressing a butler, aware that my finger was still lurking in the vicinity of his eye. “Umm, I’m, ah, it’s Ms. Dainty. To see Mr. Dufort. I’m expected.”

He waved me through into a large marble-floored hall with a fire burning at one side. A wide, elegant staircase at the back curved away to the upper floors.

“I’ll inform Mr. Dufort that you’re here, if you’d like to take a seat.” He indicated a collection of sofas and easy chairs huddled as if for warmth around the fireplace. I made a beeline for the heat.

“May I take your coat?”

I crossed my arms tightly. No way was I exposing my scantily clad self. “Ah, thanks, but I’m a bit cold.”

“I see my guest has arrived, Henry.”

I turned away from the fire to see Lucien Dufort crossing the hall toward me. The floor seemed to drop a few inches and I had to grab the back of a chair to steady myself as his delicious, rich chocolate voice with its faint French accent wound around me, setting my heart hammering.

A tall, elegant man, he moved toward me with predatory intent, covering the floor in loose, confident strides, but it was his eyes that held my gaze, dark eyes, sharp with intelligence and power. He wasn’t a handsome man. His narrow-bladed Gallic nose, inherited from his mother, was slightly overlarge for that, but his lips were sensual, and the mix of tenderness and lust in his expression as he looked at me sent electric tingles charging down my spine.

“Rose, welcome to Club Hard.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, his tongue flickering into the little hollow between my two smallest fingers, mimicking the act of sex. Normally, that would be an instant turn-off, but when Lucien did it, everything inside me melted. I tugged my hand free and shoved it into my coat pocket. This was bad. We hadn’t even started yet and my hormones were doing a happy dance.

“Your coat, ma petite.”

I undid the buttons reluctantly and he stripped it off my shoulders, giving it to Henry before indicating my feet. “Barefoot, please.”

I obeyed, steadying myself with one hand on Lucien’s forearm. I could have rested it there all day, enjoying the feel of thick bone and the flex of hard muscles, but I quickly unzipped my boots and gave them to Henry, who took them as solemnly as if I was handing him the crown jewels for safekeeping. He disappeared, taking my things with him, and I stood shivering, waiting for Lucien to say or do something. I shouldn’t have felt vulnerable. I fought with this amount of flesh on display, so it shouldn’t have bothered me, yet insecurity and apprehension crept hand-in-hand up my spine. “Lucien?”

He cupped my chin, his palm warm and sure, his thumb stroking my cheekbone in a gesture I found calming. “Tonight, you will address me as Monsieur, or Sir.” His words sank deep inside me, reaching a place I wasn’t aware existed. A place I didn’t want to believe existed. I stepped back, dislodging his hand.

Lucien’s cheek creased in amusement. “So, ma belle perle, the challenge begins. Are you ready?”






I’ve always loved writing and I won my first prize for a short story when I was still at primary school. I’m an avid reader of romance and erotic romance and can usually be found with my nose in a book. The dynamics and sheer variety of human relationships fascinate me, and this is what I like to explore in my writing. I live in North Yorkshire with my husband and cat where I enjoy running and Tai Chi.





Monday, 26 August 2019

Character Interview with Saxon Dearing from E.D. Parr's New Release: Like a Thief in the Night #mmromance @parr_books


Thank you for hosting new release gay romance Like a Thief in the Night

Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.

Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.

When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.

Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?

Today we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes

I’ll make this interview fun…

Saxon, If you were a dessert, what would you be?

(Laughs) A dessert … well I know Jon likes ginger cookies, but that’s not really a dessert, huh? Okay I know, lemon meringue pie, yeah.

What do you do when you need to blow off steam?

If I’m in the city I go to the gym and beat the crap out of a punch bag. If I’m at the beach house, I run on the beach, although I do keep to the wet sand and I like to wear my iPod

What do you look for in a man?

Nothing now I’ve met Jon. He’s perfect for me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet … I could go on all day about him.

What is in your refrigerator right now?

In the city, steak, lettuce, cherry tomatoes … a half pack of beer, what else … a red pepper. There’s not that much because Jon and I are going up to the beach house tonight.

What’s on your bedroom floor?

In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s under the bed.

What do you wear in bed?

Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now

Light on or off?

Either, both

Chocolate or vanilla?

Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to be chocolate.

What’s your biggest fear?

Oh, well, I have to think about that for a second. I could say spiders or losing on the stock market but truth is it’s losing Jon’s love. It would break my heart.

What is your most treasured possession?

After the last question … Jon’s not my possession but I treasure him. If it has to be a possession, then it’s a drawing Jon gave me … he’s an artist.

What’s your favorite outfit?

I have some old faded levis and beaten up leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for work. I like my black one best.

What do you like to see Jon dressed in?

Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little) although I do like him in the tux he wore for our wedding, and in his ripped jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh…

Do you have a favorite music track?

My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is eclectic.
We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.

Tell the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.

(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…

We’ll make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?

(Smiles) You know that’s another question, right?


We have a story teaser for you from, Like a Thief in the Night

Jon struggled into a sitting position. “What time is it?”

Saxon shook his head. “I don’t know, but maybe nine or ten.” Saxon sat up.

“Hell, not ten please.” Jon leaped from the bed and dashed to his backpack where he snatched a smartphone from the front zipper pocket. He ran his hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. It stood on end at the front. He cast a glance at Saxon. “It’s nine. I start at nine-thirty. I’m sorry, I have to dash.”

“It’s okay. Will I make you a coffee while you dress?”

“Thanks for thinking of me, but I’ll make a cup at the gallery.” He ran into the bathroom and came out moments later in the jeans and sweater Saxon had seen him wearing the night before. He dropped a pair of boots to the floor and zipped up his fly as he pushed bare feet into them.

Saxon gazed at the spectacle. He got out of bed and walked rapidly to the kitchen remembering Jon’s jacket was draped over the back of a chair. He brought it to Jon.

Jon rewarded him with a smile. “Thank you. Is it okay to leave my pajamas in the bathroom?” He slipped his jacket on and grabbed up his backpack.

To Saxon’s surprise and delight, Jon kissed him by the side of his mouth.

“See you tonight. Thank you so much.” He strode to the door, opened it, and left.

Saxon went to the bathroom and picked up Jon’s pajamas. He hung them from a hook on the door and dragged on his robe from the other hook. Jon’s socks lay in a damp bunch on the floor next to the shelf housing towels. His boots must leak. Concern furrowed his brow. He put the socks in the laundry hamper. They can go in the wash. I’ll get coffee first. I’ve missed early trading. Perhaps it doesn’t matter this once. Saxon hummed as he heaped coffee grains into the filter. An unfamiliar deep happiness bubbled in him.


Copyright E. D. Parr 2019, Evernight Publishing
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