Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Escort: A Night on the Town by Parker Linn

The Escort: A Night on the Town
Book 4 of The Escort Series
contemporary gay romance available
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Professional escort Ryan James is accustomed to having control of every situation. Smart and sexy, Ryan gives his clients what they want before they know they want it. When he meets Trevor Hilquist, Ryan is thrown off-stride. Trevor’s a puzzle and Ryan doesn’t know where to start. 

Trevor’s smitten. Not only has his uncle arranged for an evening’s entertainment, but his escort is just too scrumptious not to have some fun with. He sizes up Ryan as a man who likes to lead and formats a plan. Before the night is over, he’ll have Ryan giving him exactly what he wants - hard, fast and repeatedly.  


Get in the car, Trevor.”

He wiggled his butt at me again as he climbed in. I followed like a girl wearing a tight skirt. I sat first and then swung my feet inside, keeping my knees clamped tightly together. It was awkward but it didn’t give Trevor a target to grab hold of and fondle. 

Although, as I quickly discovered, I should have worried more about being in locked in the vehicle with him more than my ingress and egress options. The driver started the engine and the automatic door locks engaged. Trevor closed the blinds between Sylvester and us, slid across the fine leather seat and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. 

“I want a taste of you now.”

Damn my traitorous dick. It rose with a mind of its own and my protest sounded weak, even to me.

“Please, Trevor. Let’s not be too hasty…”

He had my jeans unzipped and my cock exposed before I had the words out. 

“C’mon, Ryan. I’ve heard you’re not the least bit prudish. At least that’s what Uncle William told me.” Trevor’s warm fingers closed around my rigid shaft. 

And I’d thought I was going to have to deflower a virgin. What a foolish notion. Trevor’s moist lips went down over the tip of my cock as his tongue teased my slit. My toes curled. 

“Trevor. You have done this before, haven’t you?”

He took me deep throat moving hand and mouth in slow tandem and swirling his tongue around the rim of my cock head until I saw stars. My thighs tensed. My balls drew up. I clutched the few threads of sanity I could reach. I was not going to come. Trevor was my client. His pleasure mattered, not mine. And it was supremely blissful. He was good at his work. 

“Trevor, you should s-stop now!”

He let go of my penis and grinned at me as I lay sprawled across the seat, panting. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect, nine-inch cock. 

“Okay, but understand I’m only stopping now because I want you hot for me when I’m ready to let this bad boy slide up your tight ass. And it is tight, yes? I love it when it’s tight, when I have to push so hard the other guy starts to sweat and begs me to—”

“Shut up, Trevor.” 

“Why?” His smile was as innocent as that of a baby. “Something I said?”

I stared at his tool and wheezed. How did this scrawny little kid grow something as delicious-looking as that?

The Escort: A Night on the Town
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Also available:
The Escort: In the Public Eye
The Escort: Yes, Master
The Escort: On the Menu

Parker LInn

Sunday, December 1, 2013

New Release - A HAPPY CHRISTMAS ENDING - m/m Adult R

A Happy Christmas Ending
by Christiane France

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-525-7 (Electronic)

The sequel to the Amber Allure best-seller Raindrops And Roses...

When Drew and Michael first met, they spent every minute of their free time together, making love, dreaming, planning and generally behaving like they lived on their own private planet. Now, almost three months later, they’re still together, but only just. Michael’s been gradually distancing himself from Drew and he’s not returning Drew’s calls. They’re supposed to be spending Christmas with Michael’s family, so Drew forces a meeting. If Michael has met someone else, he wants to know, and he wants to know now.

Will the holiday turn into a disaster, or will the men have a happy Christmas ending?

NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.


...I waited until after dinner to call Michael. He answered on the third ring.

I didn’t want to come across as pushy or make it sound as if I was checking up on him, so I said, “Hi, it’s Drew. How’s things?”

“Can I call you back?”

It was the same thing he’d said the two other times I’d called and I was still waiting for a call back. Three times in a row was way too much. My internal radar was flashing red alert and I wasn’t about to get brushed off. “Why? You busy or something?”

“I am kind of. Is this important?”

I sighed loudly in the hope he’d hear me. “You mean you have company?”

“No. I umm… Look, Drew. I’m busy. I have a headache, and I really don’t feel like chatting.”

“What’s wrong, Michael? And please don’t say nothing. I’m not stupid or thick, so I know damn well there is. If we’re done, please say so. Otherwise, an explanation would be nice.”

“Okay! So I’m tired, overworked, and I really do have a headache. Satisfied?”

“No, I’m not satisfied. Far from it. You’ve been pulling this overworked and overtired shit on me for weeks. It’s getting old. You don’t want to talk, you don’t want to go anywhere, and now you don’t even return my calls. All of which I take to mean you don’t want to see me. If this is your way of saying we’re over, then spit it out. I’m a big boy, Michael. I can take it. What I can’t take is living in limbo like this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Drew. I don’t want us to break up. That’s the absolute last thing I want. If I did, I would have said.”

“Then prove it. I haven’t seen you in ages. Let’s get together for a drink. Either here at Jasper’s or I can come over there to you.”

“Sure, but can we please do it some other night?” I heard him suck in a deep breath. “I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me. I have a few problems. Things I need to deal with. I wouldn’t be very good company.”

“So what? I thought we were a couple.”

“We are.”

“Well, for your information, couples are supposed to share things—the good times, the bad times, and especially the problems. Or didn’t you read the memo?”...

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