Welcome warriors, writers and readers! I’m going to share one last snippet from my upcoming novel, Touch of Salar. The almost certain release date is June 17th and I hope I’ve wet your whistle enough that you’ll check it out when it’s available. Does time go into super slow-mo when you’re waiting for a book to launch? It has for me. I’m already half way through the next in the series, working title Blood of Salar and I’m so excited about it I wish both books could come out at once. Ah well, patience is a virtue, I guess.
Touch of Salar (I cut a few lines to reach a nice stopping point. If you like you can read the complete scene up to this point on my Salar page.)
The major lay down on his stomach without a word, crossed his arms above his head, and rested his face on the open frame at the top. He was tall, and he reached from one end of the table to the other. M’lan moved closer, rubbing warmed zinn bark oil onto his hands.
“With your permission,” he said as was required – all he got in return was a grunt.
After warming his hands, he placed them on the small of the man’s back. Though heavily scarred in places, the skin was smooth and hot from the sulfur bath. Electric sparks trickled up M’lan’s hands, and he nearly jumped back. He closed his eyes and let out a calming breath, feeling the rhythm of the man’s pulse beneath his palms.
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About Touch of Salar, soon to be released by Loose Id.
Touch of Salar is a high fantasy, m/m erotic romance. In the kingdom of Rakkan, in a culture ruled by gods, mystical orders and magic, a young monk with the ability to channel the healing powers of the god Salar falls in love with a wounded warrior he knows only as The Major. Relations between the classes are forbidden, and things become even more complicated when the monk discovers that the man he is obsessed with is a king’s assassin. If M’lan is found out, he will be put to death, possibly by the Major himself.