Parker Williams

Joey and the Monster: A Family Matter’s short

Joey and the Monster: A Family Matter’s short

The door to Joey’s bedroom creaked open. He lay there, eyes shut tight, fearful that the sounds in the night were a monster, and that it was coming to get him. His breathing quickened as a shadow fell over the bed, and the warm breaths of the thing were on his cheek. He clutched the sheets, doing his best not to scream, but when something hot slid over his face, he couldn’t help it. He let loose with a mighty cry.

New Release! Hate To Love You by Carrie Davis

New Release! Hate To Love You by Carrie Davis

New Release!
Hate To Love You, Epic Love Series, Book One, debut Gay Romance book for Carrie Davis is now available!
He loves him, he loves him not…
Oh who is he kidding, he can’t live without him.
Dexter McKenna is the man Matthew Sullivan both loves and hates. He’s outgoing and athletic, the kind of guy Matthew’s father always wanted him to be. And, he’s the last person Matthew wants to see at his sister’s wedding. While undeniably attracted to Dexter, Matthew still resents him for his father’s constant comparisons.
When Matthew finds out Dexter is equally interested in him, it forces him to overcome his painful past so he can move forward with his future.
About The Author
Carrie Davis crafts contemporary gay male romance with plenty of angst, but her men always get their happily ever after.
She lives in Florida, where it’s needlessly hot and the mosquitoes are the size of hummingbirds. 
She requires caffeine to be a reasonably functional adult. Yes, reasonably functional is as good as it gets. 
Carrie might have a small addiction to buying books, so if she’s not writing, she’s reading, and when she’s not reading, she is happily spoiling her nephews, Zachary and Isaiah, and her dog, Remington.
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Joey and The Dress: A ‘Family Matters’ short

Joey Clarke stood in his walk-in closet and stared at the package he’d smuggled into the house. God, he longed to—

The door opened, and his twin sister, Jenna, stepped into the room, holding the phone she seemed to have glued to her hand.

“Seriously? You don’t knock? What if I was naked or something?”

“I’ve seen your ass before, Joey.”

He cringed. “Would you stop calling me that? We’re not five anymore. Joseph is better, even Joe if you have to.”

That made her laugh. “Since when are you too old for Joey? It’s your name.”

He closed the closet door and took a chair at the desk. “Maybe it’s time I grow up. I’m sixteen now.”

Jenna put the phone into her pocket, then stepped up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

Elemental Faith by L M Somerton

 Elemental Faith by L M Somerton

Release date: 10th December 2019


When you’re a warlock, proving your worth can be fatal.

Evrain Brookes had thought that being a warlock was about genetics—a freak offshoot of evolution that somehow allowed him to manipulate the elements. So when his godfather explains there’s a deeper purpose for warlocks being around, one that stretches back into the reaches of time, Evrain is intrigued.

Warlocks have been using their abilities to tweak the course of history for the better since records began but before Evrain can be allowed to fulfill his destiny, he has to pass a test. This challenge takes him and his life partner, Dominic Castine, back to Scotland, to the Isle of Skye. What they both face there will determine the course of their future.

Evrain has no way of knowing if he will prevail, but both their lives depend on it.

Series blurb

Elemental warlocks are a rare breed. There are only four known to exist across North America and they don’t tend to advertise their talents. But when you have the power to control earth, air, fire and water there’s bound to be some drama, especially when one of the four is young and untrained.

The elements don’t always combine well and warlocks are no different. When their lives collide, it isn’t just sparks that fly. Add love to the mix and a dangerous cocktail of magic and mayhem is primed to ignite.

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Author Bio

Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.


Dominic shivered. He never failed to feel a frisson of excitement when Evrain was in a dominant mood. He still didn’t understand why submitting to another man turned him on the way it did but he had learned to accept it. Evrain was a force of nature, kneeling for him seemed natural to Dominic—the way things should be. He took off his shirt, leaving his pendant in place. Only Evrain was allowed to remove it—fastened with magic and imbued with protection spells, Dominic couldn’t take it off himself even if he wanted to. He touched the star shaped black tourmaline wondering, as always, at its unnatural warmth.

“I’m getting impatient, sweetheart.” The endearment didn’t fool Dominic. Evrain’s steel-edged tone held the promise of unavoidable punishment. “Raise your hands.”

Dominic glanced up. There was an ancient iron meat hook embedded in the gnarled beam above his head, a loop of rough hemp rope hanging from it. As he watched, the rope unknotted in a sinuous slide and the vague ache he always experienced when Evrain channeled his power enveloped his body. He gave Evrain a narrow-eyed stare but lifted his arms, stretching his fingers toward the ceiling. In a snake-like dance, the rope wound around his wrists and the hook, tightening until he was forced to lift his heels from the floor. His cock hardened in response to his vulnerable position.

“You should have obeyed me quicker, love. I’m not good at waiting for what I want, you know that.” Evrain circled him, tracing the lines of Dominic’s muscles with the tip of his finger. He paused to unfasten Dominic’s jeans, easing the zipper down with care. Dominic had forgone underwear that morning at Evrain’s insistence. Now he whimpered as his aching cock bounced free.

“So beautiful.” Once past his thighs, the garment dropped to the floor. “Step out of them.” Dominic shook the denim from his feet. “I’ll allow you to keep the socks on. The floor’s cold and besides, they look cute.” Dominic rolled his eyes, but he was glad of the thick woolen socks. Flagstones suited the cottage, but the bits of exposed stone between faded rugs were always cold regardless of the season. He gasped and rose higher on his toes when Evrain gripped his cock. “Nice and hard for me. Stay that way.”

As if I have a choice.

“Any numbness or tingling in your hands?”

“No…Sir.” Dominic flexed his fingers. The rope dug into his wrists but he didn’t care—he craved the marks that would be left behind. Addressing Evrain with the honorific also helped put him in a submissive mindset, settling him in his skin.

“Good.” Evrain ran his palm over the curve of Dominic’s backside. “You’ll tell me if anything hurts that shouldn’t.” The whimper that escaped Dominic’s lips was involuntary. “Time to fill you up. You want that, don’t you?”

“Please, Sir.”