Thursday, July 31, 2014

#TNTConfidential Author Interview with Elodie Parkes ( @ElodieParkes ) and The Summer Heat #erotic #romance

Where oh where has July gone? Luckily the heat is still on and even more so with the sexy read I bring you today! I've Interviewed the lovely Elodie Parkes and learned all about her upcoming release The Summer Heat. With that title, my thoughts turn positively naughty!

When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.
Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?

Available August 5th at Evernight Publishing and more!

Welcome back to In A Dream Beyond, Elodie! Share with us readers, what is your dream at this time of year?
My dream is to be on a tropical beach, white sand, pale green transparent ocean and a gorgeous guy to share the time with.

Do you ever get writer’s block? What do you do?
You know what, Elyzabeth, I’ve never had writer’s block. I have stories screaming out to be written and not enough time to write them, but so far never found myself with a block. I think if I did, I would just have a break and wait for the inspiration to come back.
Is there anything you’d love to try writing but haven’t dared to yet?

Science Fiction, but I am giving that a go in an erotic Sci-Fi story that, although I have all the ideas for, is only two chapters in because of other work. The other is BDSM. All my stories are erotic, but I’ve never written any kind of sub/dom story. I’d love to try it as it’s so popular with romance readers, or it seems that way to me. I have a story at the moment some chapters in and I’m thinking of taking it towards a mild BDSM thread. Then there’s MM romance. There’s a huge blow out of releases in this area, but I don’t think I could write it. I simply don’t know enough.

The title of your novel is Summer Heat and I have to tell you it brings to mind some naughty ideas (even more so after reading the blurb). What was the inspiration for it? Any personal experiences? *wiggles eyebrows*

I’d love to say there was personal experience, but there’s none with regards to the gorgeous guys in the story. (Who wouldn’t want that?) The inspiration came from a tree being cut down in the communal gardens where I currently live. I didn’t even see it felled, but I was immensely saddened as this was a healthy, young tree. In my story, the gorgeous guys are cutting down a diseased tree in their garden, and that’s how they see Annabel move in next door.

Did you have to do any research to write Summer Heat?

I researched a little about tree diseases that would cause falling branches. It doesn’t feature in my story.

If you had to pinpoint a flaw in your lead characters what would it be? How about an asset?

I love my characters. I always fall in love with them and so I can’t see their flaws. Assets, however, that’s a different matter. My guys are sexy, competent, not afraid to be emotional, handsome, but not arrogant or overly aware they are good looking. Nate is a gentler soul than Evan, and loves easily. Evan is alpha and more overtly sexy.

Tell us something about the novel that doesn’t appear on the blurb or the excerpt.
There’s sex in a garden.

Summer Loving…

Summer is here! What’s your best summer memory?
Driving up country with my music blaring and the sun going down on a hot day. I passed gorgeous coastline and drove over a bridge that spanned a small marina. I could see all kinds of lovely colorful boats below and a windmill on the far bank.

Any recommendations to stave off this heat?
Drink loads of ice-cold water.

For women (or for yourself): bikini, trikini, full body bathing suit, other?
Bikini definitely for me, but I’d have to let other women chose their own swimwear.

And what do you prefer to see men wearing? Board shorts, swim trunks, swim briefs, or string lateral flash thong (picture here)
Nothing preferably, but any of the above except that very silly flash thong. Just imagine if your guy starting getting heated when you kissed him on the beach, darn thing would fall right off.

Favorite summer destination?
I have no favorite destination. I’d love to say I go off each summer to somewhere great, but the truth is that’s the busiest time of year for where I work as it’s tourist season, and so I have more shifts and work most then so that I can survive the winter.

Any plans for this summer?
Just work and trying to fit in blogging, and some promotion for my new releases.

Read an Excerpt from, ‘The Summer Heat’

An hour later, when only the big carton in her study remained to unpack, the doorbell rang. A lurch of anticipation tightened her stomach. She took a deep breath and went to open the door on shaky legs. Calm down, she told herself.
Nate and Evan stood side by side on the doorstep. They’d obviously showered. Their hair still wet, Evan’s curled enticingly at the ends around his ears. They wore fresh T-shirts and board shorts, showing off muscular chests, arms, and legs.
A wave of complete desire left Annabel weak as she looked from one to the other.
“Come in.” Her voice wavered as nerves took over. She opened the door wide.
They walked in smiling.
Nate turned to close the door for her. His hand brushed hers.
A sexual charge from the connection forced her eyes closed for a second. She pulled herself together. “Do you want to go down to the kitchen? I’ve got cold beer and some juice. How did the tree stump digging go? Did you get it out?” She knew she gabbled, but couldn’t help it. Their nearness set her heart beating fast again. Her initial confidence when she’d met them was gone in the face of just how hot they were. Suppose they have girlfriends already and are just being neighborly? Suppose they don’t find me attractive in that way? Then she read the expression in his eyes when she offered Evan a bottle of beer. He likes me just fine. She touched her fingertips to his as she gave him the cold bottle. Rivers of sensation ran up to her elbow, and her thighs clenched involuntarily but deliciously.
Annabel turned her attention to Nate. “Beer, Nate?”
He nodded, and his eyes darkened at her as he came forward to take the drink.
Wow, he likes me. The thought brought a smile, and she sparkled at them both. “I’ll just get a glass of juice, and then we can go to the back room. It’s more comfortable there. We can sit and you can tell me all about the town. Have you lived here long?”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Evernight Publishing, All rights reserved

To find where to buy the book on release, August 5, visit Elodie’s blog

About Elodie:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

#WedsBrief #FlashFiction : More than music Part 2 #music #love #friends

Good morning/afternoon/evening, darling readers! Today I'm continuing and finishing the Flash Fiction I started last week. If you haven't read that flash,  you can head here: More than Music Part 1. Otherwise, enjoy!


More than Music Part 2

His friend shrugged in an attempt to hide the pain that flashed through his eyes.

“A speechless, Dylan. That’s new.” Mac shook his head. “Get some rest, Dyl. We’re back on the road tomorrow.”

“No. You’re not leaving.” Dylan grasped Mac’s hand and pulled. “I have feelings for you too,” he blurted.

A crease appeared between Mac’s eyes and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you drunk?”

“Do I look fucking drunk?” He stepped back in anger, staring up at Mac while running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Mac looked down at him, confusion written all over his face.

“I don’t know, Dyl. I honestly don’t know.”

Dylan bit back a groan. How could he demonstrate that he wasn’t drunk? That he wasn’t momentarily insane? His gaze dropped to Mac’s lips. He had a standard mouth. Thinner lips at the top than at the bottom and slightly chapped from having played out in the sun all day. The media would consider them far from perfect, but not Dylan. He knew what that mouth was capable of – and he didn’t mean sexually- that he hadn’t experimented. No, he knew that from that mouth spilled words of constant encouragement, funny comebacks and good advice. It was the mouth of a friend. Did he really want to screw that up? To change that mouth into a lover’s mouth? To hear Mac whisper sweet promises of love and happily ever afters in his ear? His pulse accelerated. He curled his hands into fists. Yes.

In a bold move, Dylan stood on his toes and pressed his lips against Mac’s. The feeling that coursed through him at the contact could only be described as a base chord. It resonated pleasurably deep inside of him and settled against his chest. Mac gasped and stumbled backwards. Dylan reached for him, eager to show him more but his friend grasped his wrists.

“Dyl, you’re confused.” Mac’s voice was barely audible. Dylan smiled.

“No, no, I’m not. Trust me.”

“You saw us and that turned you on. It’s fine but it’s gotten you confused. You’ve never felt anything for me beside friendship.“

Dylan confidently moved in closer. He’d shaken Mac up. He could tell by the way his eyes darted around the room and how he cleared his voice every two seconds even if no words came out of his mouth. He also knew that Mac didn’t entirely want him to stop. He hadn’t gone to the door and the hold on his wrists wasn’t particularly firm.

“Trust me. I’m not confused.” He twisted his hands so that he in turn held on to Mac’s wrists. “I’m actually seeing things really clearly now.”

 “I think—“

“I want you to stop thinking.”

Mac’s Adam’s Apple bobbed visibly as he swallowed. Dylan made small circles on his wrist with his thumb. He bit back his smile as Mac’s hold on his arms slackened completely. Gently, he slid his hands up his friend’s arm. Mac remained frozen, staring at him as if in a dream. Dylan cupped his face.

“This could change everything, Dyl. The band, us, our friendship, everything.”

“The band can accept it, as can the public. Our friendship will only grow stronger. And yes, everything will change because we won’t be friends any longer. We’ll be lovers. And when I’m on stage singing I won’t be singing to an imaginary lover I’ll be singing for you, to you.” Dylan pressed his body to Mac’s. He stood on his toes and bushed his lips against the other man’s. Mac sighed. Dylan ran his tongue along his bottom lip, then the top and then the bottom again before pulling it slightly between his teeth. Mac moaned.

“Touch me, Mac.”

Dylan locked their lips together again. He nipped and nibbled and tasted until Mac was pressed against him, his hands in his hair and groaning. Then and only then did he slide his tongue into Mac’s warm recess. They both groaned, stumbled and fell on the couch. Laughter bubbled from deep within him at Mac’s forlorn expression.

Hearts of ice that melt with time/Hearts of ice that bloom with time/ all because of you. You make me feel/ you make me heal/ you make everything so real I could cry.”

Dylan blushed at Mac’s awed expression as he finished singing the short verse. 

“I hadn’t heard that one before.”

“It’s new. I’ve been inspired lately.” With a grin he pushed Mac against the couch and straddled him. 

Mac’s eyes widened but he made no move to flee. Instead, his hands rested softly against his hips.

“You know,” Dylan edged closer to Mac so their lips were barely a breath away. “That song wasn’t finished.”


Mac’s eyes searched his.

At the sound of your voice/ at the touch of your lips/ the cold faded.” Dylan pressed his lips softly against Mac’s. “And I realized I was in love with you/ And I realized I was in love with you/ because you’ve always made me feel.” Dylan kept his gaze steady on Mac’s. “You make me feel.” Mac threaded his fingers through his hair and he couldn’t help the smile that crept into his face. “You make me heal.” A thrill of pleasure and love raced through Dylan as Mac’s voice joined his. “You make everything so real I could cry.”

A soft sigh of pleasure and happiness escaped through his lips before Mac moved in and kissed him.

The end.

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