Blog Anniversary Giveaway: Celebrating 10 Years

I started this blog in August of 2008, almost two years before my first book was published. Granted I didn’t post much in the beginning, but creating the blog, and then my website, were big steps in my writing career. So today I’d like to celebrate the blog’s 10th anniversary with another monthly giveaway.

One random winner will be selected to receive the following prize pack:

  • A Signed Paperback Copy from my Backlist
  • A Sloan Parker Pen
  • Your Choice of One Other M/M Romance in Paperback (by any author)

The prize pack can be shipped worldwide. The winner will be contacted privately to select their books. The second book must be: an M/M romance, available for purchase on Amazon.com, and priced at $20 USD or lower before tax.

HOW TO ENTER THE GIVEAWAY:

RULES AND TERMS:

  • The giveaway runs until the end of the day tomorrow. All entries must be received by 11:59 PM Eastern Time on August 31, 2018One random winner will be selected and then contacted directly about their prize. Chance of winning depends on the total number of entries. No purchase necessary. Prize can be shipped worldwide.

Thanks for entering and good luck! Be sure to check back next month for another reader giveaway

If you’d like, you can sign up to receive my blog posts via email. I typically post no more than twice a week. Mostly fun, inspiring videos, pictures, and quotes.

You can also sign up for my free newsletter using this form. I also offer a reader giveaway in each of my newsletters.

Enter to Win a Print Book Gift Box from Author Sloan Parker

For today’s giveaway, I’m offering one random winner the above gift box. The box includes:

  1) Two Signed Sloan Parker Paperbacks: MORE and TAKE ME HOME

  2) Your Choice of One Other M/M Romance in Paperback (by any author)

  3) Two Sloan Parker Pens 

  4) Miscellaneous Other Prizes

The gift box can be shipped worldwide. The winner will be contacted privately to select which additional M/M book they’d like to receive. The book must be: an M/M romance, available for purchase on Amazon.com, and priced at $20 USD or lower before tax.

HOW TO ENTER THE GIVEAWAY:

RULES AND TERMS:

  • The giveaway runs until the end of the day tomorrow. All entries must be received by 11:59 PM Eastern Time on August 1, 2018One random winner will be selected and then contacted directly about their prize. Chance of winning depends on the total number of entries. No purchase necessary. Prize can be shipped worldwide.

Thanks for entering and good luck! Be sure to check back next month for another reader giveaway

If you’d like, you can sign up to receive my blog posts via email. I typically post no more than twice a week. Mostly fun, inspiring videos, pictures, and quotes. I also offer a reader giveaway in each of my newsletters. You can also sign up for my free newsletter using this form.

Sloan’s Favorites: A meaningful moment in MORE

Here’s another selection in my “Favorite Scenes” series. It’s from MORE (More Book 1).

Why I chose this excerpt: Selecting an excerpt from this book was actually much harder than I thought it would be. There were several I wanted to share. I decided on the following moment because I love that Luke is finally asking the question he wondered the very first night he met Richard: how did Richard get the scar on his chest. It takes Luke a long time, but he’s also finally able to open up and say he wants to live with them.

More (More Book 1)

This excerpt is NSFW.

Richard jerked back. “I want you both to move in with me, permanently.”

It took a moment for my swimming head to shake off the desire. “Stay?”

“Stay. Indefinitely. Stop pretending you’ll be looking for an apartment at some point. Move all your stuff here. No talk of this place as mine anymore. It’ll be ours.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I know this is a huge thing for you.”

I stared at my hands. No tensing. No freaking. No desire to run. “Okay.”

“What?”

I looked up at him. Hopeful green eyes gazed back at me.

“It may not seem like it, but I’m trying. I want to stay here. I want to make this work.” I want to believe nothing will make me leave. Not me. Not my father.

Richard flung himself at me. The force sent me sailing over the side of the chair. I landed on my back with him on top of me.

“Oh God. Luke, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Ow. I think so.” I laughed and rubbed the back of my head.

His fingers explored my scalp.

I brushed his hands away. “I’m fine.”

He smiled at me, and his lips covered mine again. He rolled us around on the floor, tickling my sides. I laughed more, letting the ease and comfort wash over me.

I attempted a dodge of his movements. My hips and ass wiggled, but his solid body pinned me in place. He unbuttoned the top of my pants and slid a hand in. I was still laughing as he grasped my dick.

He didn’t relent with his hand or his mouth. I thrashed my hips into his touch. He knew how to work me with his big fist. I could smell my own need.

My hands grazed his bulge as I went for his pants, and he groaned. I lowered the zipper, pushed down his underwear, and released the red, swollen prick. As it always did, his cock firmed more with my touch. I considered taking him in my mouth, but his next words stopped me in my tracks.

“God, Luke. I need to fuck you.”

I stilled. “Maybe we should leave the clothes on.”

Richard threw his head back and laughed. “I’d hope I can have at least some control.” I stroked his cock. His eyes rolled back and he pumped his hips. “Uh…okay. Let’s leave the clothes on, but let me at your dick.”

He undid my pants and lay on top of me. We rocked in swift jabs, sliding our dicks together, and came fast. We lay on the kitchen floor, breathless, our shirts lifted, our stomachs slick with our spunk, and our spent cocks lying free.

Some goddamn humping, and it was one of the best fucks of my life.

Richard reached for a kitchen towel and wiped us clean before he fell back onto the floor beside me. “Shit, never thought you’d say yes.”

“Me neither. When you first asked us to stay, I thought I’d be moving to Walter’s after two days.”

He rolled onto his side and propped his head on a bent arm. “That was my fear. It only grew the more I got to know you. At first I didn’t want to see you leave before you gave us a try. Then I didn’t want to see you go because I didn’t think I could take you walking out on us.”

I pushed him over and straddled his hips. I drove my lips, my body, my hands against him, letting him feel me, showing him I had no intention of leaving.

I swept my hands under his shirt. I’d never get over the addiction of his skin. My fingers brushed over the scarred flesh. “How’d you get this?”

A laugh rushed out of him. It was almost Matthew’s giggle. It took a moment before he could form words. “Matthew asked me that the first week you were here.”

“I never said I was one for heart-to-hearts.”

He lifted a hand to my face. “I never asked you to be.” His fingers stroked my cheek. He dropped his hand and snaked it under his shirt to the edge of the scar by his nipple. “Some homophobic asswipes attacked me at a college party. One of them had a knife.”

“Oh God.” I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers through the blond chest hair, over the firm pectoral muscles. His flesh jumped. Small bumps rose up. The color of his tan skin darkened. My fingertips examined the raised line of flesh.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Luke.”

I traced the scar to his underarm and back.

“I’ve never liked anyone touching me there but you.”

Heat rose in my cheeks. “It was bad?”

“I was in the hospital for a week. I lost a lot of blood, and there was an infection. It was full of dirt and glass from the beer bottles. They dragged me pretty far.”

“What happened?”

“I’ve never hidden who I prefer to sleep with. My junior year I lived in a frat house on campus. Some of the brothers didn’t like knowing a gay guy slept in the same house they did. They wanted me out, and beating the shit out of me was their best plan. I lost the fight.”

“That’s hard to imagine.”

“It was me against five. I knew I’d never win. Not when I saw the knife. But I couldn’t back away. I couldn’t let them push me around.” He laid a hand over mine. “No one bothered me again. The rest of the fraternity respected me for fighting—for staying when it would have been easier to leave.” He moved our combined hands along the scar until my palm lay over his heart. “They sent me to a plastic surgeon, but I didn’t want it fixed. I wanted the scar.”

“Why?”

“To remind me no matter where I go in life, someone could always have an issue with me. For whatever reason. Because I’m well-off. Because I’m opinionated. Because I’m gay. I can’t let people get in my way or I’ll never succeed. I’ll never get what I want.”

“What do you want, Richard?”

“Right now? I want you to move in with me.”

(c) Sloan Parker, 2010. All Rights Reserved.

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Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway at Joyfully Jay

More Than Most (More Book 2)

Today I’m sharing an exclusive excerpt from my latest release, MORE THAN MOST (More Book 2), at Joyfully Jay. I’d love for you to stop by to check it out, and be sure to comment on the post to enter for a chance to win 2 free Sloan Parker e-books.

The giveaway ends Friday, May 22nd at 11:59 pm EST.

Release Party: A Conversation with Matthew

More Than Most Release Party

Click here to enter the giveaway. One entry per person per day during the release party.

Today is the last day of my MORE THAN MOST release party. Thanks so much to everyone who’s stopped by. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading all the comments with the giveaway entries. You guys are the best. Hearing from individual readers who’ve enjoyed my work makes the difficult days in this business truly much brighter. THANK YOU!

Today is also the last day to enter the giveaway. We’ll be selecting a winner tomorrow, May 4th. I hope you enjoy the final, and my favorite, post of the blog party.

A Conversation with Matthew

The following conversation between Sloan and Matthew takes place after MORE THAN MOST (More Book 2). Slight spoiler alert for MORE THAN MOST.

I rang the bell, and a short moment later the door flew open. Matthew’s eyes lit up the moment he saw me. “I’m so glad you called. I’ve been waiting forever to talk to you.”

I returned his smile. “Yeah, me too.”

“Come on in.” He stepped aside and gestured for me to enter, moving with an animated excitement I found contagious. “The guys should be home soon. I know they’d love to see you.”

“That’d be great, but I’m afraid I can only stay for a minute.”

“Oh, okay.” Despite his words, his tone demonstrated he wasn’t too disappointed by that we’d be alone. Maybe he didn’t just want to talk to me. Maybe he needed to. “Let’s go in the living room.” He laughed as he pointed down the hall. “I guess you know the way.”

I laughed with him. “Yeah, I do.”

We settled ourselves on the couch, and he turned to face me, pulling one leg up onto the cushion between us. I matched the pose and didn’t bother getting out a pen and paper. With him, taking notes would’ve felt wrong. It was more like we were two old friends catching up.

Although he did seem slightly nervous, and that bothered me. But it didn’t diminish the smile he couldn’t seem to contain. He was wearing skinny jeans, a black T-shirt with gray lettering that read Keep Calm and Rock On, and white athletic socks that were too big for his feet and hung off the ends of his toes. Richard’s socks? I didn’t ask.

“You seem happy,” I said.

He nodded. Then he dipped his head and folded and unfolded the bottom edge of one pant leg on his jeans.

“What’s wrong?”

He shrugged. “Richard said you’d probably know stuff I haven’t told anyone yet, stuff I haven’t even realized about myself.”

“I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

He met my stare, and the anxiety melted away. “Nah. I trust you.”

“Thanks.” I paused, for the first time, unsure if I could push him the way I did Richard and Luke. But we both needed me to. “I think you just don’t like that I know something you haven’t told them yet.”

He bit his lower lip and fiddled with his pants again. He whispered his next words like Richard and Luke were there with us and might hear him. “I guess.” Then his head shot up, his eyes wide. “It’s not something I’ve been keeping from them. It’s just… stuff I think I’m finally starting to understand.”

“I know.” I offered another smile. I hated that I’d upset him. I leaned forward and laid a hand over one of his. “I think you’re worrying too much. You just need to talk to them.”

He nodded and drew in a deep breath like that was easier said than done.

Just then a puppy came barreling into the room. She pressed both front paws against the couch and tried to scramble up the side without success. Matthew reached down and scooped her up.

When she was situated on his lap, I spoke again. “She’s even more adorable in person.”

He laughed as he stroked her head between her ears. “She’s a sweetheart.”

“So are you.”

He blushed, his gaze never leaving the dog.

I decided to offer him a reprieve. I sat back. “So, Matthew, if there was one thing you’d want readers to know about you, what would it be?”

He stared off toward the hall leading to the front door. “I don’t know… I guess…” Then he seemed to settle on something. He confidently met my stare. “That I love Richard and Luke.”

I smiled at him once more. “I think people get that.”

“Yeah?” He sighed. “Good.”

I shifted around and settled my right leg on the floor again. “Well, I don’t have a lot of questions yet. I just wanted to touch base, make sure you were okay with what was going to happen next.”

He cocked his head to the side and studied me with curiosity.

I hesitated, searching for the right words. “There are still a few things you have to work through, Matthew.” I waited again in case he had anything he wanted to ask. When he didn’t say more, I stood. It was probably a good idea for him to think through what I might’ve meant and what he was feeling about it before we talked more. “I better get going.”

He stayed seated and watched me with wide dark eyes. “But…”

“What?”

“I’m doing fine. More than fine.” He stared down at the puppy again. “Aren’t I?” The insecurity in those two words broke my heart.

“You are, but…” I was having a hard time offering more.

He lifted his head and searched my eyes. Then he looked to the hall again like he could see Luke and Richard standing there, or was thinking through what I’d said. With a deep breath, he sat taller, the tension fading away. He nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” He set the puppy on the couch beside him and got up. “I guess that means we’ll be talking more soon.”

“I hope that’s okay.”

He threw me another one of those killer grins. “I can’t wait.”

Enter the Release Party Giveaway for a chance at a $25 e-gift card to All Romance eBooks and a bundle of Sloan Parker’s novels in print. You can enter the giveaway once per day for a total of seven entries per person. The giveaway ends 11:59 PM on Sunday, May 3, 2015.

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