My Sexy Saturday ~ Bells on Their Toes

December 19, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Happy Last Shopping Weekend Before Christmas! This week on My Sexy Saturday the theme is Our Sexy Holidays. I’ll admit to stealing an idea I saw on a blog last week, in which writers took characters from one of their books and dropped them into the chaos of Black Friday. I couldn’t help but imagining my dark elf Zeke from Betwixt and Between coming in contact in with Santa’s elves in the mall, and what he might think about how his race is depicted. If I get ambitious I might finish the story and post it for the holidays. In the meantime, hope you enjoy these seven paragraphs.

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Ian squeezed out of the mob in the games aisle with the last box of Star Wars Legos clutched in both hands, and was horrified to find himself face to face with a twenty foot tinsle-swathed Christmas tree, a bleary-eyed Santa, three irritable elf impersonators and line of squealing, screaming, crying, shouting kids and their parents that extended all the way to perfumes. Where the hell was Zeke? They had to pay for the damn toy and get the hell out of this winter nuthouse land.

Through the muzak version of Jingle Bells and the tumult of the Meet and Be Terrified by Santa line, a deep voice growled in his ear, “Those are supposed to be elves? In my entire life I’ve never seen an elf who looked like that.”

Zeke’s heat enveloped Ian and he relaxed, the crowd becoming a distant whirlpool of color and noise.

“That is what happens when elves hide from humans for a thousand years. Memories become distorted and, well, wrong.”

They both stared at the humans with enormous plastic ears, extended red noses and huge padded slippers ending in curled toes with bells on the tips, not to mention the entirely ludicrous attire of tights, odd little tunics and pointy hats.

“If anything, they look like trolls. Skinny little trolls,” Ian said.

“Trolls wouldn’t be caught dead with bells on their toes.”

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My Sexy Saturday ~ I Want To Watch

December 12, 2015 by Alexis Duran

It’s time for another round of sexy snippets here on My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is Her Sexy Fantasy. Well, as a writer of m/m erotica I thought I didn’t have anything to fit, but then I remembered one of my favorite minor characters, Lady Angela Thorburn from To Catch a Threeve. She’s deliciously wicked and so fun to write.

Here are seven paragraphs taken from a scene where Lady Angela attempts to blackmail the handsome but unattainable Axel Blackwood into participating in her sexy fantasy. Lady Angela speaks first.

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“Don’t look so grim, Constable. I don’t judge you. It’s well-known among the learned that when the goddess Brigitta ruled these lands, no false strictures were placed on love. The war god and his warrior kings are the ones who condemned the love of man for man, woman for woman.”

“If you believe this of me, why are you here?” Axel unlocked his rigid muscles and moved toward the fire, compelled to drive out the chill in his blood.

“I am a connoisseur of the beautiful and the comely. You, Axel, are beautiful. I enjoyed admiring you across the feast hall tonight, and I’d like to admire you up close.”

Axel didn’t know how to respond. He was sure the lady wouldn’t be content to merely gaze languidly upon his manhood.

She moved close enough to rest a silken hand on his bicep. “Your prisoner is also beautiful.”

Axel kept his attention on her delicate fingers. “So?”

“So I want to watch. You and him. Make love.” She patted her chest with her other hand as if she’d scandalized herself.

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Here’s the blurb for To Catch a Threeve:

Axel Blackwood catches a thief and is astounded to see that he closely resembles Liam Alloway, the love he lost seven years ago in an attack by the evil woodland folk known as threeves. Axel suspects he’s fallen prey to dark magic, but can’t help becoming infatuated with his prisoner. He’s overwhelmed with the hope that he can at last bring his lost lover home, despite everything that warns him it’s all a diabolical trick.

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 someplace to call home, but he knows deep down that the constable is in love with a dangerous illusion. When he’s commanded by the threeves to murder Axel and steal a witch’s powerful grimoire, he’s forced to decide between the only family he’s ever known and the one person who might rescue him from a life of isolation and pain.

Will Axel and Bryn be forced into a deadly confrontation before they can discover the truth?

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Human Warmth

December 5, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday. This week we’re exploring My Sexy Galaxy, which is right up my space port. I do love my sci-fi. These seven paragraphs are from an unpublished novella temporarily titled Machine in the Ghost. Ezra is a “linker”, a geek with the ability to communicate with alien technology, and Lann is a marine on the space station where they both work. Lann has a crush on Ezra, but the serious-minded linker has never responded. Until now.

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Ezra picked up his drink and downed it in one shot. He put the glass down and said, “That’s very good.”

“Another?”

“Not yet.” He leaned forward and it took all of Lann’s control not to lean in as well. “I wanted to thank you for saving my life today.”

“What? I didn’t. The med-bot did the saving. I just called it.”

“You don’t understand. You pulled me out of the abyss, with this.” Ezra reached out and grasped Lann’s hand. “Human warmth.” He looked at Lann’s hand like he’d never held one before. Hell, maybe he hadn’t. Ezra was so shut off, so closed down, he might even be a virgin. Lann’s heart skipped a beat at the thought. He looked around and spotted ZJ and Burn staring at them with mouths open. Lann gave them an evil glare and they pretended to peruse the menu of new earth-inspired drinks.

Lann took a deep breath and turned back to Ezra. “Are you on a whole lot of drugs, Eleven?”

Ezra continued to toy with Lann’s fingers. “You’re wondering about the change in me.”

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Never Him

November 7, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Happy Sexy Saturday! It’s been way too long since I played, but wow, what a crazy October I had. Anyway, I’m glad to be back. At first I thought I didn’t have anything that quite fit this week’s theme “While you were sexy” which is a play on the movie “While You Were Sleeping”. Then I remember this little tidbit from a story of mine that was supposed to be a flash piece but rapidly morphed into a novella.

Drummond Alloway is a supporting character from To Catch a Threeve. I always wanted to give him his own story. Here’s the snippet in 7 paragraphs:

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“Bloody Boulders of Briggar,” Drummond muttered. What was the crown prince doing wandering about alone at night? Prince Tyran had overseen the opening solstice festivities with his usual contemptuous expression firmly in place, withdrawing in boredom hours ago. Had he snuck back out to participate in the common people’s lewd celebrations? The thought made Drummond’s breeches uncomfortably tight in the groin area. The thought of grabbing the severely underdressed princeling and giving him a bit of common discipline brought a rush of heat to Drummond’s face.

“Oh, no. Not him. Never him,” Drummond pleaded with the unfamiliar sensations taking control of his body. Tyran was a typical noble; snooty, spoiled, self-absorbed and irritatingly sharp of tongue. That he was beautiful only added to his disturbing personality.

“Men are not beautiful,” Drummond said to the prince’s back. “They are brick shaped ogres like me, or they are fey, flighty creatures like this here…” It was no good. Drummond considered leaving the prince to his nocturnal gadabout, but by now it was obvious Tyran was either sleep walking or in a trance. This was confirmed when the prince walked into the icy river without slowing. He’d chosen a place where the water was deep and the current swift. He waded in, rapidly up to his waist.

Drummond lunged after him, catching Tyran by an arm just as he was about to vanish beneath the surface. Drummond wasn’t much of a swimmer, particularly not when fully dressed in leather doublet, wool tunic, breeches and weighted down with sword and sheath on a thick belt. Prince Tyran kept trying to move forward and they both ended up under water, Drummond’s arms wrapped around the prince’s waist, his bulk pushing him deeper instead of rescuing him as he’d intended. He struggled to find purchase on the rocky bottom and burst to the surface, bringing the prince along with him.

The prince awakened from his trance spitting, thrashing and flailing. “Where am I? What are you…? Help! Help! I’m being murdered!”

“Oh, shut up. I’m saving your silly ass, Your Highness!”

Despite the thrashing bundle of muscles in his arms, Drummond managed to drag the prince out of the water and collapse with him in the shallows along the shore. As soon as Drummond relaxed his grip, Tyran scrambled away on all fours, coughing and cursing. Drummond couldn’t help but observe the tight royal ass flex and ripple as the sodden fabric of his nightshirt clung to every curve and crevice. This is my reward for saving it, Drummond thought, giving in to the small pleasure now the prince was out of danger.

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Poor Drummond. If only he could find a nice boy to settle down with.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ 100th Anniversary Bash!

September 26, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Hello everyone! Today on My Sexy Saturday we’re celebrating one hundred weeks of terrific blog hops. I feel very privileged to be amongst the company of so many wonderful and supportive writers. I always encourage readers to check out the other writers participating in the hop, and this week I’d also suggest you head on over to our Party on Author Central where the festivities that started on Facebook this week are continuing.

As it happens, I’m also celebrating the completion of Book 3 in my Masters and Mages fantasy series: Curse of Salar. Woohoo! Curse turned into a full length novel. I love it but I’m sooo happy to move on. So this week I decided to share seven paragraphs from the completed ms. This is from one of those really fun scenes to write; the moment when the two main characters first lay eyes on each other. We are in Prince Mira’s point of view while he sits through an endless and tedious state dinner.

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In contrast, Minister Havran’s escort wore black. Mira tore his attention from the vision of the minister to inspect these other newcomers and immediately forgot about the woman in white. To the left and a step behind Minister Havran stood a tall man with brown hair as richly toned as fresh plowed earth. The thin line of a neat beard framed his strong jaw and his smoky blue-grey eyes took in everything around him. He was the most striking man Mira had ever seen.

Mira quickly lowered his eyelids to their customary languid attitude, though his blood raced. He couldn’t remember ever being so affected by the mere sight of an attractive person, and especially not a common soldier.

Slowly, he took in the details of the man in order to determine what unnerved him so. The man wore a close fitting black uniform with pants tucked into knee high riding boots, a loosely draped formal blouse that revealed a fine, long neck and tan chest. He was built like a skilled fighter, not a brute, with long, lean muscles, wide shoulders and slim hips, around which hung a belt that would normally hold a short sword, if weapons were not forbidden to palace guests.

He exuded relaxed strength, and something of the rebellious fire that Mira sought. But the man was part of the faction that had crushed the royalist rebellion. He was Mira’s enemy. Still, Mira enjoyed looking at him and did so until he realized the man was looking back. Their eyes met. Mira wasn’t one to flinch or look away, but after taking a slow breath, he let his gaze travel away from the sharp features and wide, welcoming mouth of the handsome face to the thin lips of the minister, which were moving and uttering sounds. Speech. Mira tried to focus.

“We of the Armazin are proud to declare our country is at peace. Those who would oppose the rule of Skala have been destroyed and the law of reason now governs with a firm hand.” Havran did not so much as glance at Mira and Alandra, who represented the law of unreason, who those rebels sought to return to the throne. Mira and his sister did not matter. They were irrelevant, even in his mother’s homeland, bastion of the cult of Ka’alar. It was difficult indeed for Mira to remain passive and utterly calm in the face of such defeat, though the fighting had been so far away and removed from his life in the palace.

His attention snuck back to the man, who was still staring at him. Impudent. It flashed into Mira’s mind that this must be the one Jai had been complaining about, Captain Rayn Matisse. Jai was right, the captain was irritating.

Mira decided to turn his divine wrath on the rude captain and returned his stare. The rest of the hall fell away, and they might as well have been the only two people in it. Though the captain stood at least fifty feet away, his gaze penetrated Mira’s defenses and threatened his secret thoughts.

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Here’s my first stab at a blurb:

Masters and Mages 3: Curse of Salar

In the desert kingdom of Jahar, the rule of mages has been overthrown and the ancient lineage of sorcerer kings wiped out. Prince Mira and his sister are the last living members of the royal family and are held prisoners in their ancestral palace.

Prince Mira lives a life of lies and deceit. In order to stay alive, he must pretend to be a drug-addicted wastrel, trusting no one, isolated from even his sister who has chosen to cooperate with the government that executed their parents.

Into his lonely existence comes a man who should be his sworn enemy; Captain Rayn Matisse. Mira is irresistibly drawn to the rough soldier and his longing for a simple sexual encounter quickly morphs into a dangerous obsession.

Captain Rayn Matisse knows he should stay far away from Prince Mira, but his desire for the beautiful young man overrides all common sense. Despite the fact that Mira’s ancestors destroyed Rayn’s family, the captain finds himself in a position of protecting the prince from the many schemers who believe the last of the mages should be annihilated.

When treachery leads to Mira’s escape, he is at last free to bond with the serpent god Ka’alar and develop his long repressed powers. Only the arrival of a mysterious monk with powers greater than Mira’s stops the prince from using black sorcery to destroy all who stand in his way, including Rayn.

As Jahar edges toward another war between masters and mages, Rayn must question his devotion to his increasingly deadly lover while Mira must decide if ultimate power is worth the ultimate sacrifice.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Beckon

August 29, 2015 by Alexis Duran

At last! It’s Saturday and that means it’s time for some Sexy snippets from the authors at My Sexy Saturday. This week I’m sharing seven paragraphs from Curse of Salar, third book in the Masters and Mages series. Prince Dezra has led a tightly restricted, over-protected life but he’s risking everything to be with the only man to set his soul on fire. Dezra’s finding that he might be out of his depth with the super sexy Captain Nevar.

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“Kneel.”

“What?” Dezra asked, incredulous.

“You heard me.”

Nevar stripped off his silk shirt and tossed it aside. The sight of his finely sculpted chest arrested the biting retorts that leaped to Dezra’s tongue. The captain’s skin was smooth and slicked with sweat. A fine trail of curly black hair began at his sternum and disappeared beneath the line of his belt.

Dezra forced his gaze up to discover to Nevar smirking at him. Before Nevar could summon an insult to put the captain in his place, Nevar sat on the bed.

“Help me with my boots. Or is that beneath you, Prince?”

Nevar leaned back with his arms behind him, weight resting on his palms. He stuck one foot out. The languid expanse of his body beckoned.

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