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.
Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, and Evernight
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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‘Night of the Horse’ Evernight Romance on the Go
I’ve chosen to talk about one of my heroes, but there are really three.
Both the male characters are heroes and the female too, as they all save each other from the lonely life that’s befallen them. How they do it and the journey to salvation is the story.
Night of the Horse
He’s six feet tall, fit, and muscled.
His hair is short, platinum blonde, spikey, and glossy.
His eyes are chocolate brown.
He’s traveled a lot in his life, sometimes to hide from scrutiny.
His favorite clothes are faded denims and boots, except when he’s a dance teacher in the classes he gives, when he wears a tux.
He doesn’t sleep much and so takes walks in the night.
He’s lonely and looking for love.
He’s an artist.
He’s sensual, gentle, loving, and sexy.
He has his own business.
A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?
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Read a snippet from, Night of the Horse, 18+
They stopped only to breathe. Rosie unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. She trailed her fingers along to the front of his thighs. They were hard and muscled. Justin’s tongue pushed against her lips and opened her mouth. As his tongue slid against hers, she took hold of his cock. His erection felt huge and inviting.
He moved his hips, pushing into her hands and kissed her harder. Rosie went liquid, wanting to make love. Her panties were damp against her pussy as she stroked Justin’s cock. She wanted him so badly that when he stripped off her clothes, kissing her as he went she made soft whimpering sounds. He stepped back to take his jeans off, and watched her as she stood waiting for him.
As soon as he was naked, she leaped on him. He laughed as he caught her, and she put her legs around his hips. He kissed her mouth.
“You’re lovely, so sexy.” His voice low, he kissed her again before walking her into the lounge room. He sat down on her sofa and Rosie straddled him. He smiled and kissed her, pulling her up by her hips until she knelt, her legs on either side of his thighs. He stroked his knuckles along her pussy as his tongue slid against hers in another devastating kiss. Then he put a finger into her and Rosie moaned. She pressed onto his hand and he smiled against her lips.
“You’re wet for me.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013
Swoop on Love, a shifter ménage story from Evernight Publishing
One day as I was traveling across country in my day job, I came across a sign pointing to an interestingly named place. Unable to help myself I took the turning and found a small village. There was a large open space in front of what appeared to be an old Inn. It was deserted and in bad shape. On the grassy space was the post where the sign for the Inn must have hung in better days. I photographed it because I suddenly had the idea for the story ‘Swoop on Love’ drop into my mind.
By the time I had crossed the next county, to get the highway east home, I had the plot and characters firmly fixed in my mind.
Swoop on Love
Lured to the place by its intriguing name, Jeanie was to find no owls lived there, but someone or thing does…will she realize before it’s too late?
Jeanie explores her new neighborhood and finds a strange little road leading to a place with an intriguing name. It’s Saturday and she has no plans, as usual, why not drive down this road? What she finds there is even more fascinating than the place name, and to her delight, a very attractive man lives there. Too bad he’s furious with her for taking a photograph. Why is that? What will Jeanie find when she checks the picture out at home later?
A love story, graphic sex scenes and a twist of fantasy suspense, 18+
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Jeanie did as she was told and brought the car to a stop down the driveway of the furthest empty house. She switched off the engine and turned to him.
Nathan brought her face to his and kissed her urgently. “No one will see us here. Let’s get out. I’m desperate to hold you close.” His breathe came in snatches. He ached for her body against his. His desperation ate at his composure. He kissed her hard until his lips hurt.
Her kiss matched his and she bit his bottom lip.
“Let’s get out.” It was a plea through his passion bruised lips. He let her go.
She nodded and opened her car door. She turned back to him, ran her fingers along his jaw, and her touch sent waves of lust straight to his cock.
They kissed softly once more and then both got out of the car.
Nathan walked quickly to her side and crushed her against him. He dragged her T-shirt up and off, kissing her face as he dropped it onto the car bonnet. He took her bra off and then wrenched his own T-shirt off. He crushed her against his chest and groaned into her shoulder as he felt her breasts against him. Her nipples grazed him, inviting his fingers. Her skin against his was almost too much to take. He thrust his hips against her as he kissed her hard.
She stroked along his back.
He shuddered with desire. “I need you.”
He dragged her jeans down her hips. She sucked on his neck. It sent him over the edge and with a low groan, he let her go to drag his jeans off.
They were both almost frantic. It took seconds for them to be naked. Nathan lifted her onto the car bonnet and spread her legs to stand between them. He kissed her as he caressed her wet pussy with his fingers. A ragged sigh of desperation escaped him as he slid a finger into her and she moaned against his lips. He withdrew his finger to add another. He pushed two fingers in and then out of her pussy, finger fucking her, his tongue in her mouth, his cock rock hard and leaking against his stomach.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013
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A Little Mysterious is a Romance on the Go from Evernight Publishing
‘A Little Mysterious’ was inspired black swans and a man I met in my work. I say met, but it was a fleeting meeting. I don’t even know his name. The black swan idea has been with me since I went to Australia on holiday and saw them, flocks of them swimming in the edge of the ocean in a place near Melbourne. There was also a tame one that lived on the pond where I was renting a holiday house in Perth.
The man who inspired, Dhruv, my alpha male in ‘A Little Mysterious’ came into the antique shop where I work. He was gorgeous, so polite, and cool, that I went to the window so I could secretly watch him walk away down the street.
He’d been sent off course…he thought he was lost…until he found Daisy.
His vampire abilities were special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are set off course by a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town.
A story of lust, love, and coincidence.
What the characters say about the book
Dhruv, tell us something about Daisy, how would you describe her in a few words?
Dhruv: She’s very pretty, slender, intelligent. I think she’s kind and generous, and she treats people really well. She’s brave too. She likes the countryside and water. Starts to laugh and hugs Daisy.
Daisy, describe Dhruv in a few words.
Very sexy, giving, clever, thoughtful, a great lover, knows what he wants or needs to do and goes for it. He’s very creative and talented artistically.
So what’s hot about the story?
The steam rises from the love scenes.
I think the way Daisy responds to me.
I think it’s the way you talk dirty to me.
Dhruv: Do I?
Now Daisy is stroking his arm, okay time for an excerpt.
How about you both choose your favorite scene from the book.
Daisy: It has to be a love scene for me, what about you Dhruv?
Dhruv: I think so, the hotter the better. (Grins)
Long after she’d showered, and lay in bed, it was as if she could still feel him inside her pussy. Daisy felt swollen, sexy, and sensitized. She knew if he showed up at her door right then she’d beg to have his cock back inside her, sliding in, stretching and filling her. It made her sweat. She pulled her pillow down to hug and rub against it. The love bite he’d given her pulsed slightly as she rubbed her clit on the end of her pillow. Daisy pushed the corner of her pillow hard between her legs and thought about Dhruv kissing her. It didn’t work. She couldn’t come rubbing her clit that night. She told herself it was because she’d already had a gorgeous orgasm, and fell asleep thinking about Dhruv.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013
“Let’s sit for a while. You can tell me about yourself.”
He watched as she placed her bag down on the pebble path, then sit down on the park bench. He sat close and breathed her in. She turned to him. There was hunger in her eyes. He knew that look. She desired him. It was strong and matched his hunger. He sighed. She was so pretty and he wanted to fuck her right then. Take her on the pebble path.
He let himself think about stripping her naked and licking her all over. He imagined stroking her stomach and then her clit. She would be wet for him, and his fingers would slide into her creamy pussy. She would moan and writhe under him, coming over and over, as he fucked her all night.
I need to feed, but not from her. I need her in a different way. I need to fuck her so hard I can’t think any more.
His voice was low and deliberately soothing. He took her hand, watching her face, waiting to see the look in her eyes that meant she was afraid of his cold touch. It didn’t come. As he took her hand, and traced his fingertips around the palm of her hand and over her fingers, she closed her eyes in pleasure, leaning toward him. Dhruv bent his head and kissed her.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013
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