Seductive Studs ~ A More Obedient Husband

June 19, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Time to start the week off right with Seductive Studs, the blog hop that celebrates m/m romance. This week, I wanted to share some tender love scene, but I have this tendency to keep my guys at odds, no matter how much they love each other. So here’s Wryler and Aeric from Gryffon Hall making up after their first fight. Aeric speaks first ~

“Now it’s time for your first lesson in docility. Take your clothes off.”

“Now? By myself?”

“Yes, now and by yourself. I’m going to sit on the bed and watch.” Aeric walked to the high mattress, plopped down and crossed his arms.

Wryler plucked at the buttons on his shirt. Although Aeric frequently told him he was beautiful, Wryler didn’t believe it and still felt shy about his slender body. Wryler preferred to have Aeric peel his clothes off in a tight embrace, preferably beneath the covers.

“You want to embarrass me as punishment?” he asked.

“You should not be ashamed of your lovely body. I want you to get over your shyness.”

“That will never happen,” Wryler said as he undid his cuffs. He kept his eyes down as he unhooked his high collar and pulled off his vest. He expected to shrivel in dismay but when he glanced up and saw the hungry look in Aeric’s eyes, his body flushed with heat. Just his luck he would be to the liking of a monster.

“But I hope you never get over your tendency to blush,” Aeric said, voice husky. Wryler tottered a bit removing his boots and some of his earlier pique returned. Why was he submitting to Aeric when he should be down in the library learning how to defeat him? He hurried his motions, pulling off his shirt and stepping out of his trousers with impatience.

“There. Happy?”

“Very. Uncross your arms and stop scowling. Ah, Wryler, I will never get tired of looking at you.”

“But I will get tired of standing here naked.”

“Hmmm. While you stand there, think about how you can be a more obedient husband.”

Wryler snorted and thought about the opposite, about how he might be the one in control someday.

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Gryffon Hall ~ coming in Summer 2016!

Useless fourth son of the Lord of Glimmerveen, Wryler dreams of getting married and escaping the rustic confines of his father’s castle. A wealthy merchant’s son seems to hold the key to Wryler’s safe if somewhat dreary future. However, the arrival of a mysterious stranger on the eve of Wryler’s betrothal sends his plans into disarray and Wryler finds himself traded off in marriage to one of the most notorious rogues in the land.

Is Lord Aeric Rouchet the barbarian he appears to be, or is he something much worse? Separated from his family and thrust into a strange and dangerous new life at the foreboding Gryffon Hall, Wryler must unravel the secret of his husband’s shadowed life and defeat the curse which threatens not only his growing affection for the barbarian in his bed, but the lives of everyone the Lord of Gryffon Hall is sworn to protect.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Battling Beasts

June 19, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors and another Sunday of fun, exciting, sexy, hilarious and/or all of the above fiction! Just click the link to find a list of authors sharing their best stuff for your enjoyment.

I’m sharing from my soon-to-be-released m/m fantasy, Gryffon Hall, inspired by the fairy tale Beauty and the Beast and of course, properly twisted in my demented imagination. In this scene, Wryler finds himself sitting next to the mysterious Lord Rouchet at a state dinner and trying to make conversation. The man Wryler expects to be betrothed to, Lennox Asburry, is seating at another table across the hall and has been flirting with someone else the entire evening.

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The guest seated to Rouchet’s right laughed loudly and he turned to face them. Wryler’s cheeks continued to blaze as he realized he’d bored Rouchet silly in their brief exchange.

He gulped more wine and feeling eyes upon him, glanced down the table to his left. Lennox was leering at him, and seeing that he had Wryler’s attention, winked. Wryler stiffened and turned back to Rouchet, who was smiling at something the more engaging person to his right had said.

“What about you, Lord Rouchet, what do you do for entertainment?” Wryler asked loudly. He absolutely must recapture the lord’s gaze, if only long enough to prove to Lennox Wryler wasn’t simply pining away for his flirting glances.

Rouchet carefully wiped the grease from his fingers with a linen cloth before answering. “As you surely know, Gryffon Hall is too remote to allow for much in the way of parties or feasts such as this. When not battling the beasts who stray out of their ordained territory, my cousins and I hunt, explore the forest and keep the roads clear of bandits.”

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Gryffon Hall ~ coming in Summer 2016!

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten 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

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ A Remote and Unlikely Location

June 12, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another exciting episode of Weekend Writing Warriors, where writers share in ten lines or less a scene from their work. I’m continuing to share from my soon-to-be-released m/m fantasy, Gryffon Hall. Wyler is seated next to the mysterious and somewhat barbaric Lord Rouchet at a state dinner. He’s discovered Rouchet owns a vast library, Wryler’s idea of heaven.

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“I’d like to see this library someday,” Wryler said and immediately regretted it. Such an admission might lead to an invitation that would be awkward to decline. He couldn’t for the life of him imagine traveling to the edge of the civilized world to the gloomy and haunted Gryffon Hall, looming as it did at the edge of the monster-infested Black Forest. How odd that a wondrous collection of books sat hidden in such a remote and unlikely location.

“Perhaps you will,” Rouchet said, and swilled his wine. “So what else do you do besides read?”

“Well, I’m currently attempting to find a cure for the Trembles, otherwise known as Chillbanes. I’ve discovered a connection between—”

“I mean, what do you do for entertainment?”

“You may not think so, but study and deep thought are entertaining,” Wryler said, then felt his cheeks heat as he heard his words and suspected they might be construed as insulting, as if the lord didn’t partake in deep thought himself.

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Gryffon Hall ~ coming in Summer 2016!

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Meersburg in Germany- appropriately forbidding but the sky is too blue.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Acceptable Behavior

June 11, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is Sexy in Time and let me tell you, I thought I had nothin’. But then it occurred to me that my m/m fairy tale, Gryffon Hall, happens outside of time, in ye olde fairy tale realm of knights, castles and dark, uncharted forests full of magical beasts. So that counts, right? Anyway, here are seven paragraphs from my soon-to-be-released novel, Gryffon Hall.

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Rouchet swooped in for a kiss, his wine moistened lips covering and consuming Wryler’s. He was surprisingly gentle, this barbarian, his tongue easing into Wryler’s mouth slowly but firmly.

What’s happening? What’s going on here, exactly? Men other than Lennox had kissed Wryler. Large rough men. Stable hands. Traveling knights. Many had attempted to steal more than a kiss and while pleasant, Wryler wasn’t often tempted for more. But now, now he sensed Rouchet hesitating, waiting for a sign from Wryler, for permission to unleash the lust he obviously held back.

This really isn’t acceptable behavior. But Rouchet would soon be gone and they’d never see each other again. What harm could come of a little kiss?

Wryler responded, pushing back with his tongue, his body arching against Rouchet’s.

Rouchet growled and plunged in harder, driving Wryler against the wall. A cascade of tiny explosions fired beneath Wryler’s skin and he was instantly and embarrassingly hard. It had never been like this with Lennox. Wryler always required coaxing and coercing. Now he felt as if he could be the one in charge, tearing at Rouchet’s clothing and demanding to taste every inch of the lord’s enormous body.

Wryler kept his hands by his sides and balled into fists, not trusting himself to touch Rouchet with more than lips.

Rouchet had no such restraint and ran one large hand down Wryler’s back all the way to his buttocks, which he squeezed hard. Wryler gasped as Rouchet seized him with both hands and pulled him in tight, crushing Wryler’s poor swollen cock against his unyielding thigh. The pressure felt too good. Wryler wanted to climb Rouchet, to mount this monster of a man and ride him like….like…words fled him as he cried out for this unexpected delight.

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Gryffon Hall ~ coming in Summer 2016!

Don’t forget to continue the hop at My Sexy Saturday for more sexy snippets!

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Unlocked Treasure

June 5, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors and another round of fun, exciting, scary, sexy, mysterious and otherwise entertaining snippets as writers share in ten lines or less scenes from their novels, stories and musings. I’m continuing to share from my m/m fairy tale, Gryffon Hall, inspired by Beauty and the Beast. In this scene Wryler is sitting next to the mysterious Lord Rouchet at a state dinner. Last week, Rouchet revealed that he owns a vast library, the shelves filled with volumes taken as plunder.

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“No one knows what all is there. My librarian works day and night to catalogue the damn things, but he hasn’t gotten very far.”

“Sounds fascinating,” Wryler said. His mind’s eye filled with the image of a vast, unlocked treasure trove of knowledge—rows upon rows of leather bound volumes. Who knew what lost wisdom sat untouched?

“I’ve attempted to read a few, but they tend toward historic and scientific twaddle and are as dull as the night is long,” Rouchet continued. “I prefer a rousing adventure myself.”

Wryler attempted to picture Rouchet sitting in an armchair with a book in his lap, contentedly reading by candlelight, but became stalled upon the idea of the lord in a silk dressing gown, partially open to reveal what must be a finely sculpted chest.

Wryler blinked rapidly and turned to face the room. He must have had too much to drink.

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Gryffon Hall ~ coming in Summer 2016!

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Plunder

May 29, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Greetings and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. I hope you’re having a safe and serene Memorial Day Weekend (if serene is what you’re in to). My idea of a good time is a “free” day in which I can stay in my PJs and slippers all day and write, write, write without having to watch the clock. So you know where I’ll be come Monday.

This week I’m continuing to share from my m/m fairy tale, Gryffon Hall, inspired by Beauty and the Beast. I’ve skipped ahead a bit from last time. Despite his sensible fear of the barbarian from the hinterlands, Wryler finds himself being drawn into conversation with the infamous Lord Rouchet.

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“I heard you like books,” Rouchet said, evidently determined to make conversation.

“I do enjoy reading, yes. My specialties are alchemy, astrology and herbal medicine.” Wryler forced himself to meet Rouchet’s gaze. The Lord didn’t look like someone who read much, if at all. Too busy smiting enemies with a broad sword and hunting stags with bow and arrow.

“I have a huge number of books at Gryffon Hall,” Rouchet said, not in a boastful way but as if he revealed a great burden.

“So you are a scholar?” Wryler asked, surprised.

Rouchet chuckled, shook his head and said, “When my great-grandfather conquered the Baron Gryff in battle and claimed the Hall, it came with a vast but quite empty library. He and all the lords of Gryffon Hall since have felt compelled to fill the shelves; most of the books are plunder, taken from great estates far and wide.”

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