by M. E. Parker
I watched Chance sprint towards the back door. Laughing, I shook my head and took off in a slow jog after him. As I walked inside the house, I could hear his footsteps on the stairs. I stopped in the kitchen and pulled out the blueberry lemon muffins I’d put in the oven before going out to see him. I put two on a plate and carried them upstairs.
When I opened the door to my bedroom, Chance was lying face down on my bed, completely naked.
He looked over and grinned at me. “You lose.”
Jesus, he looked perfect lying there. I smiled back at him. “I’m pretty sure I won.”
“What are those?” he asked, propping his head up on his fist.
“I baked muffins,” I said lamely, staring down at the plate.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re not?” I whispered. He shook his head slowly. “So, what do you want to do?” I asked as I set the plate down on my desk.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Take your clothes off.”
“Bossy much?” I teased.
His lips curled up a little at the ends. “Off, Andy.”
I took my glasses off and laid them on the desk, quickly pulling the scarf from my neck. I reached for the collar of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I could feel Chance’s eyes on me as I tugged on the drawstring of my sleep pants.
“You are so hot,” he whispered as my pants dropped to the floor. My cheeks warmed when I heard his compliment. “You don’t have any idea, do you?” he asked. “Come here.”
I climbed on the bed and crawled towards him. He reached up and I froze as his fingers drifted gently across my collarbone and down my chest, brushing lightly over my nipple, sending chills through my body. His touches felt like tiny whispers against my skin. I was so turned on, I wondered if I would come before we even started. The way he looked at me, so reverent and intense. I was breathless. His fingers traced the ridges and dips of my stomach and his eyes followed. I tried to control my breathing as he touched the soft hairs that led downward from my naval. It was all too much. It was too slow. I wanted him so much it was driving me insane.
His fingers played along the waistband of my briefs. “They’re red,” he said.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”
“You always wear black.”
“Yeah.”
“You have other colors?”
“Yeah,” I responded, sucking in a breath.
“Why don’t you wear them?” he asked as he traced his fingers along the band.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d like them,” I murmured breathlessly.
He looked up at me. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was worried you’d think they were too gay.”
He chuckled. “I love them,” he said, as he looked down again and slowly moved his thumb over the tip of my erection. I looked down. A wet spot had soaked through the red fabric. “Take them off,” he commanded as he pulled the waistband down to expose my pubic hair. I couldn’t take them off fast enough.
We lay facing each other. Completely naked. Baring our bodies and souls. He moved to kiss me. His lips were millimeters from mine.
“Do you know how many times I’ve laid next to you in this bed and wanted to kiss you?” he whispered.
I smiled. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true,” he whispered against my lips.
“Do you know how many times I’ve laid in this bed and jerked off thinking about kissing you?”
He chuckled and propped his head up with a fist, looking down at me. “Were you thinking about me every time you jerked off?” he asked as his fingers trailed down my side to my hip.
“Mostly,” I answered honestly.
“Mostly?” He grinned. “Who else?”
“Zac Efron,” I said, smiling at Chance.
“Fuck Zac Efron.” He smacked my ass and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I would,” I joked.
“You would not,” he said as he caressed my ass cheek.
“Are you crazy? Who wouldn’t?” I teased.
“I wouldn’t.” He was tracing an incomprehensible pattern on my ass cheek with his index finger.
“You’re lying. There’s not a person on this planet who wouldn’t fuck Zac Efron,” I said, laughing. I looked behind me. “What are you doing back there?”
“Writing my name. C-H-A-N-C-E,” he spelled aloud, tracing each letter with his finger on my ass.
“Why?” I asked, resting my forehead against his, smiling.
“Because you’re mine,” he whispered, smiling back at me.
“I am?”
“You are?”
“Yeah, I am. You want a Sharpie?”
He laughed. “Yeah. Fuck Zac Efron.”
“Okay,” I teased before I kissed him and moved in closer.
COMING SOON
Gilcrest University Guys Series
Resisting Rein
(Cam’s Story)
Helping Hank
(Jordy’s Story)
Tempting Tyson
(Ben’s Story)
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Just Be You
When Scott Cohen got word that he’d been nominated for a Grammy, he wondered if the universe was playing some cruel trick on him.
Of all the songs he’d written, why did it have to be that song?
Over ten years had passed since he’d written the song, and even more since Scott had become obsessed with Marshall Donavan, his brother’s best friend. It didn’t matter that Scott hadn’t seen Marshall in years, nor did it matter that Marshall never belonged to him, or even that Marshall was straight. Scott never managed to stop thinking about him.
When Scott got a call from his manager asking him to submit a song for a movie and a call from his brother Abe informing him of Marshall’s engagement to Julia Sterling on the same day, Scott took it as a sign. It was time to say goodbye and forget Marshall Donavan forever.
Submitting Just Be You to the movie executives was supposed to be Scott’s way of letting go—of forgetting, of saying goodbye. But his plan backfired when the movie became a box office success overnight and his song was nominated for a Grammy. There was no way he’d ever be able to forget. The song would follow him for the rest of his life and so would his unhealthy obsession with Marshall Donavan.
It only made matters worse when he found himself face to face with the man who had consumed his thoughts for years. No, it didn’t help at all when he saw the still very sexy and very straight Marshall Donavan for the first time in eight years. It didn’t matter what would happen between them. As soon as he saw Marshall again, he knew that giving up his obsession wasn’t an option.
Just Be You is a standalone, full-length (approximately 83,000 words), “brother’s best friend” romance novel. It has “gay for you” and “first-time gay” themes, is stocked full of steam, heartache, and laughter, and has a guaranteed happily-ever-after ending.
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Roommates
One Little Game of Truth or Dare Changes Everything
One failed blow job…
One steamy encounter between a professor and student…
One bad break up....
Two seriously
hot, womanizing rugby players…
More than a few shots of whiskey…
One dirty game of truth or dare…
Put them all together and you a get a recipe for a night that will change everything for Janie and her college roommates, Jake and Ethan.
Truth? The truth is, it gets hot. Very hot. Very fast.
Dare? I dare you to keep reading to find out just how hot.
WARNING: This book is for readers over the age of eighteen. It depicts m/m, m/f, and m/m/f sexual situations and contains graphic language.
Roommates is an erotic m/m/f contemporary romance that follows three college roommates—Ethan, Janie, and Jake—on their journey from friendship to love. This unconventional love story between the three graduate students deals with the struggles they will have to face living in a small southern college town as they try to figure out how to overcome all the barriers of their relationship.
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M/F
COLTON FARMS:THE BEGINNING (COLTON FAMILY FARM SERIES BOOK 1)
Don’t miss out on the beginning of a great series…
Jack Colton and Claire Hawkins couldn’t be more different. It could never work.
They should have never met…
He’s a farmer from Tennessee.
She’s the daughter of a billionaire from Boston.
He’s older. She’s younger.
He’s country. She’s city.
He’s given up on love.
She’s a virgin...
But, what if?
What if they were supposed to find each other?
What if they had no choice?
What if the universe brought them together for a reason?
In a deserted diner.
In a small town in the middle of nowhere…
What if one night could change their lives forever?
What Amazon Readers are saying about Colton Farms…
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Although this is a first in a series, Colton Farms is a full-length, SUPER STEAMY standalone novel (almost 88,000 words) with no cliffhanger. It has a guaranteed happily-ever-after ending that promises to leave you smiling. If you like books by Ilsa Madden-Mills, Amy Brent, or Claire Kingsly, then this story is for you. (Future books in the series will contain both m/m and m/f titles.)
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ABOUT M.E. PARKER
Mary Esther Parker, a former attorney, is an up-and-coming new author who lives in Tennessee with her teenage daughter and a grumpy white-haired cat. She loves to read just about anything. When she is not reading, she is writing, painting, making home improvements, or drinking wine with her best friends. She has a B.A. in Political Science and a J.D. from the University of Tennessee. She likes writing sweet love stories that combine a lot of laughs, sometimes a few tears, ooey-gooey romance at its best, and a whole lot of steamy sex, and she believes that when you put those things all together in the right way, you get the perfect feel-good read, guaranteed to leave you smiling in the end. She believes love is love, romance is romance, and gender is irrelevant.
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