Weekend Writing Warriors ~ This is Earth, not the Oort!

March 22, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another exciting episode of Weekend Writing Warriors! Spring is in full bloom here in Oregon, I finished my latest WIP and started a new job. Things are looking much rosier here on Earth than they are in space.

I’m posting from my m/m erotic space opera From Mars, With Love and will continue torturing my hero until I reach the end of the chapter. Last week we left poor Eli being prepared for stasis by two of the slavers: an asteroider (altered-human) and a floating, multi-armed robot called a crab. The crab noticed the ring on Eli’s finger and took a disliking to it.

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“Leave it,” the asteroider said.

“I’ve analyzed it and do not recognize the metal compound. It might interfere with the electronics in the pod.” The crab kept trying to twist it loose and Eli feared the bot might rip his hand off along with the ring.

“What do you mean you don’t recognize it? This is earth, not the Oort! Well, fine, cut it off. We can always grow him a new finger.”

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Eli wishes he was this tough. Maybe Harrison will show up and rescue him!

Eeep! I wish I could post the whole scene, I really do, but rules are rules.

By the way, you can still enter to win a Loose Id gift card and a copy of Touch of Salar at the giveaway for my Book Tour. Blood received 5 Star/Heart Reviews from two of the blogs on the tour so far! Check it out here.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

Virtual Blog Tour Starts Today!

March 16, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Hey friends, fans, and random internet wanderers, today is the start of my Blood of Salar book blog tour. I’ll be visiting several blogs this week and answering a whole bunch of questions. Every stop provides an opportunity to enter a giveaway for a Loose Id Gift Card and copy of Touch of Salar, Book 1 in the Masters and Mages series. This is a separate giveaway from the book blast of last week, so feel free to enter again!

I’m over at The Hat Party today, a great place to join the tour.

Tour Dates & Stops: March 16 – 20, 2015
16-Mar
Rainbow Gold Reviews
The Hat Party
Love Bytes

17-Mar
MM Good Book Reviews (With a 5 Star Review!)
Amanda C. Stone

18-Mar
Molly Lolly
Kimi-Chan

19-Mar
Inked Rainbow Reads

5 Star Review at Inked Rainbow Reads

BFD Book Blog

20-Mar
Prism Book Alliance (In which I discuss the Ten Authors I most admire)
Velvet Panic
Up All Night, Read All Day

Contest open until the 27th.

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ What’s That?

March 15, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another dose of Weekend Writing Warriors, the hop where writers share their work in 8 enticing sentences.

I’m excited to get back to my space opera in progress, From Mars, With Love. This one keeps demanding my attention, so I guess I better finish it so I can get back to the “serious” stuff. 😉

Our hero Eli has been nabbed by a slave sweeper and taken aboard a ship bound for Titan. After watching some of his fellow prisoners strip, get inoculated and put into sleep pods, it’s now Eli’s turn.

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To Eli the asteroider said, “Remove your clothing.”

Eli was grateful that as a scavenger he always wore several layers of clothing, but as he removed his coat, his sweatshirt and a zip-up cotton shirt with deliberate clumsiness, his fear of the crab effectively discouraged acting on any rash escape plans. He was down to thin t-shirt, surplus army pants, and was undoing the velcro on his boots when the crab snapped, “What’s that?”

One of the crab’s pinchers reached out and grabbed Eli’s wrist. The bot’s red eyeball flew outward on its own extending arm to inspect the ring on his pinky finger as Eli curled his fingers into a fist.

“Just a cheap trinket,” Eli said. The ring was his only adornment, the only thing of his mother’s he’d been able to keep and it was so small, it barely fit on his smallest finger. The bot clamped on to it and tried to pull it off, jerking Eli sideways, but it didn’t come off.

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Really this whole space opera thing is an excuse for me to surf the web looking for photos of hot space guys with guns. Here we have Bruce in The Fifth Element- one of my top ten SF movies for sure.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Jump

March 14, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday ~ the hop where writers of steamy fiction gather together to share some tasty tidbits in doses of seven words, seven sentences or seven paragraphs. This week’s them is “Sexy Me Up”, which I’m interpreting to mean a change in a character’s demeanor, attitude and/or looks, all for the sexier.

My seven paragraphs are from an untitled M/M SF erotic novella-in-progress. I think this scene pretty much speaks for itself.

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Sergeant Jordan Lann set his drink down on the shiny black table and peered across the murky bar, not believing his eyes. He’d only had one drink. Strong, sure, designed to taste like an earthside margarita with the wallop of real To Kill Ya, but not strong enough to make him start seeing things. So after a moment he was willing to accept that it really was Ezra Eleven walking toward him across the Bally Lounge’s dirt strewn floor.

Lann wasn’t the only one gaping in surprise. ZJ and Burn were there too, whispering excitedly to each other. Other eyes trailed the apparition. Lann knew what they were thinking. Where had this fine young fellow been hiding himself? Ezra had never made an appearance in one of the bars before, as far as Lann knew, and Lann would know, because he’d been obsessed with Ezra ever since he’d first met him.

At first, it had been all about looks. Ezra was beautiful, with large brown eyes and thick cocoa brown hair shot through with golden highlights that he kept in a short messy tangle, as if he’d never heard about a comb. He was slim and lithely muscular, like a cat. He was also haunted, that was obvious. His eyes darted around like he expected to be pounced on at any moment. The longer Lann pursued him and was rejected by him, the more he sensed a smoldering passion buried deep within the ice-cold linker. It drove him wild to think about it, and he thought about it a lot.

The Ezra walking toward him was a changed man. Maybe he had hit his head after all. Maybe the docs had loaded him up on mood altering drugs. His eyes weren’t furtively checking the corners, but remained steadfastly on Lann’s face, an amused smile playing around those wonderful lips. His usual stiff posture had relaxed into an easy stride, as if he patrolled the pickup scene every day instead of never.

Needless to say, Lann’s interest was piqued. His cock went from mildly alert to stiff as an iron rod in ten seconds flat. Ezra stopped beside Lann’s table and looked down on him squirming there, obviously enjoying the affect he was having on everyone, not just Lann.

“Mind if I join you?” Ezra asked. He didn’t sound doped up, but there were all kinds of dope available in the station.

“Not at all.” Lann leaned back and tried to relax. It wasn’t like Ezra could say “jump” and he’d ask “how high?”

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Don’t forget to click the link and visit the other hoppers to start your weekend off Sexy.

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ He Couldn’t Say No

March 8, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors. This has been quite the week for me; new book, new job, new allergies in full bloom. WWW has become my little comfort zone where I get to catch up with the characters I’ve become so involved with, discover new stories and new authors, and chat with my virtual buddies. Glad you joined me!

This week I thought I’d go all wacky and actually post the 8 opening lines from my new m/m fantasy, Blood of Salar.

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Breaking one of the new rules he’d imposed as headmaster of the Order of Ka’alar, M’lan slipped out of his monk’s cell well before dawn and made for the edge of the temple grounds alone. Black shadows striped the moonlit path. Though trying to be quiet, he tripped often over gnarled roots and loose stones.

He knew perfectly well it was no longer safe to stray far from the protective eye of Ka’alar, and that was why he’d imposed the rule that no monk should wander in the forest without a companion. The rebellion that had started in the south of Rakkan now encroached on the local provinces, and instability eroded the control of the authorities. But M’lan’s calling to heal was stronger than his concern for his safety. When messages reached him pleading for medicine, he couldn’t say no.

If the king’s men discovered that the monks of Ka’alar Temple smuggled herbs and elixirs to the peasants, they might shut the temple down.

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FYI, if you haven’t read Touch of Salar, Book 1 in the Masters and Mages series, I’ll be doing a book blast next Tuesday where I’ll be giving away a copy of Touch, plus a Loose Id GC so you can immediately buy Blood (or whatever your heart desires).

Blood of Salar blurb:

M’lan, headmaster of the order of Ka’alar and Jamil Jarka, king’s assassin, find their impossible love challenged to the utmost as a rebellion sweeps them apart, sending Jamil on a dangerous mission to assassinate the rebel leader, General Charvat. Unknown to anyone, Charvat is on his way to the temple to exploit the headmaster’s magical abilities.

When the rebel army arrives, M’lan is thrust into a struggle against political and sexual dominance as Charvat attempts to break his resistance. Violence and death mount, awakening within M’lan both the powers of destruction and the desire for revenge.

On the trail of his prey, Jamil begins to question his devotion to M’lan as his once innocent lover transforms into a mage and invades the assassin’s thoughts and dreams. The closer Jamil draws to M’lan, the more he puts his life and his very soul at risk. Jamil soon realizes that his lover might prove to be more deadly than the man he was sent to kill.

A final confrontation between assassin and monk might destroy them both, but Jamil is relentless in his determination to rescue M’lan, knowing that only his love can master the mage.

Info:

Author:Alexis Duran
Series:Masters and Mages
Genre:LGBTTQ, Fantasy & Paranormal
Cover Artist:Fiona Jayde
Prev Book:Masters and Mages 1: Touch of Salar
Available at Loose Id , Amazon, All Romance

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Stay With Me

March 7, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is “Sexy Me Once”, inspired by the lyrics “Kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again, it’s been a long, long time”. Interpretation is open, and to me the line speaks of lovers separated, coming together briefly, knowing they’ll soon be apart. This is what’s happening in this scene between Jamil and M’lan from Blood of Salar, my newly released m/m fantasy. The assassin and the monk are finding that their lifestyles are not exactly compatible, but they’re determined to make it work.

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Jamil slid his hand down to M’lan’s buttocks and cupped a cheek, fingers exploring the crease. “I was mad to come here,” he said, voice husky.

M’lan met Jamil’s hard stare straight on, even though the pressure of Jamil’s thigh against his stiffening cock was intensely distracting. “You were mad to think I’d go sit in a palace while everyone I care about, including you, is tossed about in this war.”

Jamil looked like he might argue further, but his expression softened, and for a brief moment he looked youthful and unsure, almost like a normal person. “I’m obsessed with you. I can’t think clearly, knowing you might be in danger.”

“Stay with me, then. Here.”

“And become a monk?” Jamil chuckled.

“Why not?” M’lan tried to imagine the warrior Jamil spending his days praying, fasting, and chanting and admitted to himself the image didn’t come easily.

“You and Ka’alar won’t rest until you enslave me entirely,” Jamil complained as he massaged M’lan’s ass.

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Don’t forget to click to the link above to check out the other steamy snippets on My Sexy Saturday (in segments of seven words, seven lines or seven paragraphs).

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Blood of Salar blurb:

A final confrontation between assassin and monk might destroy them both, but Jamil is relentless in his determination to rescue M’lan, knowing that only his love can master the mage.

Info: