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Weekend Writing Warriors #25

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Welcome to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors.  I missed last week because I was off on holiday, which was great and all, but I’m looking forward to catching up with the fantastic stories I’ve gotten hooked on.  Hope nothing too exciting happened while I was away!

I’m continuing with To Catch a Threeve.  Axel is pretending to have fallen under the sleep spell as the sneak approaches their camp.

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Axel’s neck itched and his sword hand cramped as the footsteps circled round and the man stopped between Axel and Drummond’s snoozing form. Though he dared not look, Axel guessed he was lightweight. No Drummond sort could move so quietly over the dried twigs, or even an Axel sort. The mint and larkspur scent had faded and the tang of acrid sweat now tinged the air.

Not until a hand brushed the leather pouch did he dare open his eyes a thin crack. A figure in a dark cloak stooped over the bag, hood covering his head. Only long, slim fingers were visible as they worked the large buckle. Axel braced himself, called on his dearly departed father for divine aid and sprang to his feet, sword in hand.

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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 copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com

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Unofficial Blurb for To Catch a Threeve, unofficial release date October 2014!

To Catch a Threeve is an m/m erotic  fantasy that takes place in the medieval land of Lacknor. Constable Axel Blackwood catches a thief and is astounded to see that he closely resembles the love he lost seven years ago in an attack by the evil woodland folk known as threeves.  He quickly realizes he’s fallen prey to dark magic, but can’t help becoming infatuated with his prisoner and is overwhelmed with the hope that he can at last bring his lost lover home.  Bryn Darrow, the half-threeve, half human orphan sent to trick Axel and rob him of much more than a simple gem finds himself equally as fascinated with his handsome human captor and the lure of some place to call home, but believes that the constable is in love with a dangerous illusion.

My Sexy Saturday #3 ~ Blood of Salar

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Time for another play date with the writers of My Sexy Saturday.  Wether you’re a reader, writer or both, there’s plenty of steamy fun to be had by clicking the link and checking out the amazing selection of excerpts.  Writers of sizzling hot fiction will share either 7 words, 7 lines or 7 paragraphs from one of their works.  This week’s theme is “what happens after you say The End?”  Well, I haven’t written any sequels yet except for the next novella in the Masters & Mages series.  Currently titled Blood of Salar, I’m a tad reluctant to reveal too much about what’s happened to our heroes, so I thought  I’d offer 7 sentences designed to wet your appetite.

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From Blood of Salar, sequel to my current release, Touch of Salar:

 

“I beg you to be supremely careful. No more nude dips alone at night, please.”

“It worked out well tonight.”

“But I won’t be here the next time. I wish you’d let me protect you.”

“I can’t leave, not yet. You know that.”

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About Touch of Salar

In a world ruled by tyrannical kings and fickle gods, the young monk M’lan finds himself at the center of royal intrigue as his healing powers attract the attention of his superiors. When he learns the handsome warrior whose body he’s tending to is not only a noble, but a king’s assassin, any attachment to him might prove fatal. Despite the danger, he can’t stop himself from falling in love. Can he risk the abandon of passion when a slip of the tongue might force his lover to execute him?

Major Jamil Jarka comes to the temple with one intention—heal his wounds so he can return to the fight against the rebellion. When the monk assigned to him turns out to be stunningly attractive, he sees this as a pleasant distraction, no more. But soon he finds himself becoming obsessed with M’lan and is torn between the fear of betrayal and the lure of love.

Sinister forces strive to turn the monk and the warrior against each other—a conflict neither will survive if they cannot trust their lives to love and the healing power of Salar.

 

Don’t Hold Back

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long_SeductiveSnS_rednblackWelcome to another week of Seductive Studs & Sexy Sirens! This is the the amazing blog hop where writers of hot GLBTQ fiction and reviews share short snippets of their work.  Continue the hop by clicking on the link above.

I’m continuing with excerpts from my current release, Touch of Salar.  M’lan, the monk with the healing touch, is treating the man he knows only as the major for the first time.  He’s having a hard time staying detached.

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M’lan never asked for this life of passionless sacrifice. He released his frustration on the major’s perfect ass. One hand on the curve of the back where the smooth spine began to slope toward the anus, he pushed on a knot of muscles with the other fist, remembering occasionally to breathe and call on the healing energy.

Thank goodness the monks were required to wear loose, chaste clothing. His erection would be considered most unseemly. The silk of his robe stuck to his sweaty back, and he wished he could peel it off and press skin against skin. He leaned close, mouth watering inches away from a slick buttock. How he’d like to slide his tongue down that deep groove.

“Don’t hold back,” the major said, snapping him out of a most inappropriate fantasy.

He cleared his throat. “What?”

“Don’t worry about hurting me. I know you can go harder.”

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About Touch of Salar:

In a world ruled by tyrannical kings and fickle gods, the young monk M’lan finds himself at the center of royal intrigue as his healing powers attract the attention of his superiors. When he learns the handsome warrior whose body he’s tending to is not only a noble, but a king’s assassin, any attachment to him might prove fatal. Despite the danger, he can’t stop himself from falling in love. Can he risk the abandon of passion when a slip of the tongue might force his lover to execute him?

Major Jamil Jarka comes to the temple with one intention—heal his wounds so he can return to the fight against the rebellion. When the monk assigned to him turns out to be stunningly attractive, he sees this as a pleasant distraction, no more. But soon he finds himself becoming obsessed with M’lan and is torn between the fear of betrayal and the lure of love.

Sinister forces strive to turn the monk and the warrior against each other—a conflict neither will survive if they cannot trust their lives to love and the healing power of Salar.

 

Weekend Writing Warriors #24

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Welcome to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors, where bold writers of all genres and styles share their work with the world.  I’m so excited as the editing process begins on To Catch a Threeve. I so want to make this book the best it can be and participating in this hop certainly helps. Thanks for all your input.

This week I’m continuing where I left off with To Catch a Threeve.  Axel nearly fell asleep and realized whoever’s been stalking him had cast a spell over him and his deputy, Drummond.

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Axel carefully flexed his muscles to make sure he had control of them, closed his eyes to slits and waited.

He’d positioned the bag that held the gem between where he lay and Drummond sat. A bold thief indeed would be required to enter their little circle, but the sleeping spell would give him misguided confidence. Damn good thing Axel had protected himself against such mischief. There was always the chance that the sneak might try to plunge a knife in his back.

His muscles ached with the tension of remaining perfectly still while near silent footsteps crept out of the trees behind him. The sneak paused for a long time, no doubt watching Axel with a careful eye to see if he twitched or if his soft breathing broke its rhythm. It took all of Axel’s self control not to leap up and give chase, but he’d be sure to lose his quarry if he acted prematurely.

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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 copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com

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Unofficial Blurb for To Catch a Threeve

To Catch a Threeve is an m/m erotic  fantasy that takes place in the medieval land of Lacknor. Constable Axel Blackwood catches a thief and is astounded to see that he closely resembles the love he lost seven years ago in an attack by the evil woodland folk known as threeves.  He quickly realizes he’s fallen prey to dark magic, but can’t help becoming infatuated with his prisoner and is overwhelmed with the hope that he can at last bring his lost lover home.  Bryn Darrow, the half-threeve, half human orphan sent to trick Axel and rob him of much more than a simple gem finds himself equally as fascinated with his handsome human captor and the lure of some place to call home, but believes that the constable is in love with a dangerous illusion.

My Sexy Saturday #2 ~ Dark Heart

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Welcome to my second outing on the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop, a gathering of writers and readers who love romance in its many splendorous forms.

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This week’s theme  is characters who know they’re sexy.  I rifled through my many stories for the character who’s most confident, most assured of his power to attract and came upon Zeke here from my current WIP, the contemporary fantasy Dark Heart.  Ezekiel knows what he wants and he knows how to get it.  Last week I went with seven words, this time I swing the other way with seven paragraphs, which happens to fit the entire opening scene!  Hope you enjoy it.

Dark Heart

Even as the first haunting cords drifted up the cement stairwell, Ezekiel detected a nibble on his bait. He pressed his bow more firmly to the strings on his violin and pulled his elbow back. His prey drew closer.

He’d had his doubts about setting up in midday and in such a busy, public spot, but a tug at his instincts had guided him here. He’d learned over the centuries to never ignore that tug. The music echoed nicely, penetrating the dull roar of the Pike Street Market above and the viaduct below. From the open staircase, he had a partial view of the waterfront and Puget Sound beyond.

He’d set up on a landing below street level on the stairs that led from the waterfront to the market. On a rainy Tuesday in February, the market wasn’t the teeming morass of humans that it was normally and Zeke easily sensed the motions of the Liosa as it descended the stairs.

He threw a little more passion into Smetana’s symphonic poem, Vltava. The lines cast out by the music shimmered darkly in the dull light. Like the strings on his violin, the lines vibrated and cast sounds that only he could hear. The Liosa’s thoughts whispered in his ear. It was cautious, but curious. Untrained. Zeke detected no magical protections and thanked his lucky stars for this gift.

Don’t lap at the blood before it is spilled, he cautioned himself. Though he sensed his prey was utterly unaware of the trap, he could be easily spooked if Zeke revealed any of his power too soon. And so he played on, risking only a quick peek from beneath his eyelashes.

The Liosa had paused a few steps up from the landing, just past the wall that blocked the view of the rest of the stairs. He lingered in the shadows, but did not radiate any fear. Zeke caught a glimpse of wind tousled blond hair, large dark eyes, a lumpy grey coat and battered grey sneakers. He pulled some of the Liosa’s essence toward him along the strings and conjured a better picture. A young human male, slim and tasty. His favorite form. He had the dark mocha eyes of the High Wood Alfar, but Zeke recognized no clan markings, no talismans, no link to the past. This was most excellent. No one would miss him. A fresh, unclaimed source of power, his for the taking. Even the dark queen, Ellora, might not be aware of him.

The Liosa had a camera and was about to take Zeke’s photo. He was as good as caught.

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Dark Heart is nearly finished, so I hope it will be coming to an e-reader near you soon.

This month I’m blog hopping. Stop by one of these sites for a chance to win a gift certificate to Loose Id!

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Danger Area

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Welcome to my third post on the Seductive Studs and Sirens blog hop. This is a hop featuring amazing GLBTQ writers of romance and erotica.  Click the linky thingy there to continue on the hop and discover some really steamy reads. long_SeductiveSnS_rednblack

I’m continuing with excerpts from my current release, Touch of Salar.  M’lan, the monk with the healing touch, is working on a wounded warrior he knows only as “the major”.

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The major’s perfect ass was unyielding. The tattoo of curling shard vines and small snakes led directly into the crease between the buttocks, and M’lan’s fingers wanted so much to glide right inside him. This transgression could get him dismissed from the order, cast down to a field hospital, and possibly beaten by the major himself. One never knew the preferences and prejudices of a patient. Besides that, their sharply distinct classes prohibited social interaction.

M’lan kept away from the danger area, plunging his knuckles into the hard, wiry muscles below the hip. He was starting to sweat heavily, and not just from the exertion. The major’s breaths became louder as he strained not to reveal his discomfort. A warrior would never ask a monk to back off, to be gentler, and M’lan took this as a sort of challenge, a wicked impulse that wouldn’t occur to a true monk.

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About Touch of Salar:

In a world ruled by tyrannical kings and fickle gods, the young monk M’lan finds himself at the center of royal intrigue as his healing powers attract the attention of his superiors. When he learns the handsome warrior whose body he’s tending to is not only a noble, but a king’s assassin, any attachment to him might prove fatal. Despite the danger, he can’t stop himself from falling in love. Can he risk the abandon of passion when a slip of the tongue might force his lover to execute him?

Major Jamil Jarka comes to the temple with one intention—heal his wounds so he can return to the fight against the rebellion. When the monk assigned to him turns out to be stunningly attractive, he sees this as a pleasant distraction, no more. But soon he finds himself becoming obsessed with M’lan and is torn between the fear of betrayal and the lure of love.

Sinister forces strive to turn the monk and the warrior against each other—a conflict neither will survive if they cannot trust their lives to love and the healing power of Salar.