Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Slimy but Alive

August 30, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where a whole bunch of really awesome writers share gems from their WIPS or published works. I’m continuing with my m/m space-opera-in-progress, From Mars, With Love. Last week Eli had a narrow escape from death-by- goo. He’s been released from the stasis pod, but might be experiencing that “out of the frying pan” moment.

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Eli hit the floor hard and lay there on his belly in a puddle of goo, panting. Finally he noticed two boots near his head and heard his rescuer’s voice speaking out of a mic in his helmet.

“Found another one on level three. Slimy but alive.”

Eli rolled onto his side to look up at the anonymous, uniformed figure.

“Thanks,” he said, brushing tendrils of hair out of his eyes. He noticed the black uniform displayed no markings, no badge, no insignia. All the space marine holos he’d seen had shown uniforms plastered with logos, sponsorship badges and battle patches.

The figure stood still for a long time without reacting, long enough to be considered impolite considering that Eli was naked, on the floor and most likely traumatized. His rescuer’s helmet crackled with voices reporting from other parts of the ship.

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Mr. Robot- Science fiction or paranoid fantasy? Either way, Rami Malek is pretty darn cute.

From Mars, With Love follows the adventures of Eli and his pal Rilke, two down-and-out scavengers from earth as they’re abducted by slavers, arrested by space marines, and dumped on an unwelcoming outpost on Mars. Eli’s troubles are only beginning when he finds out the ring his mother gave him contains the life force of a powerful but dormant alien and the mysterious man he has a huge crush on happens to be an alien artifact smuggler. Eli’s just trying to make it on Mars, but can he survive the dangerous political intrigue swirling around him? This erotic space opera is a work-in-progress. Stay tuned to this blog for ongoing excerpts and updates.

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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

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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Seductive Studs~ Don’t Press Your Luck

August 28, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Hello and welcome to Seductive Studs, the blog hop dedicated to the promotion of love, m/m style. I’m continuing from where I left off last week, a scene from Curse of Salar, third in the Masters and Mages series.(I hope to finish Curse this weekend. Wish me luck!) Prince Mira has gone against all the palace rules and allowed Captain Matisse, a visiting diplomat, into his presence. Things are not going exactly as he planned.

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Mira clenched his jaw. All of his training as a prince reared up in resistance to the man’s flippancy even as his body responded to the captain’s heady presence. He decided to ignore the teasing for the moment.

“If I invite you into my presence, I must wait for you to take your seat.”

“I thought I invited myself.” Matisse smiled and looked at the bench, the wine, Mira. His gaze darkened. “So I could keep you standing all night?”

“Don’t press your luck, Captain,” Mira said.

Matisse’s smile spread into a grin, a fearsome expanse of teeth that made Mira’s loins tighten. “But press I must. I’m under the impression we have very little time together and yet you appear to be locked in your role of untouchable prince. Tell me what you would have me do.”

“Sit,” Mira commanded. “Drink some of the damn wine.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Escape from Goo

August 23, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors and another thrilling episode torn from the pages of From Mars, With Love, my m/m space-opera-in- progress. Last week we left our hero Eli stuck in a stastis pod without having been hooked up to the life support gizmos. The slave ship was under attack and the crew raced off in a panic. The goo was rising fast and things were looking grim.

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“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Eli whispered to the hoped-for marines. He tried to suck in more air. There wasn’t any. His hands, still pressed against the lid of the pod, grew blurry as his vision swarmed, sprinkled with black dots.

A loud hiss followed by a pop snapped him awake. The seal split and the cover flipped back with the assistance of a black clad figure in a space helmet. The visor was black as well and Eli couldn’t see a face. He took a huge gulp of air, pushed away the arm still holding the lid, sat up and hung half way out of the pod. His body was still partially paralyzed. He choked, dry heaved, then slid out of the pod like an eel escaping an aquarium.

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Classic SF slime. Eli is in good, gooey company.

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Return of Seductive Studs

August 21, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Seductive Studs M/M Bloghop is back! Yes, the world needs more hot guys in love and I’m more than happy to help with that. My excerpt this week is from my WIP, Curse of Salar, Book Three in the Masters and Mages series. In this scene, Prince Mira has allowed Captain Matisse into his private quarters. Alone for the first time with the man he’s been fantasizing about, Mira experiences the unfamiliar sensation of doubt.

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Mira took the opportunity to admire the captain’s physique. He recalled watching the muscles knot and flex as Matisse defeated him repeatedly on the shibar field, and how he’d imagined being subdued by such strength in bed. Faced with the very real possibility, Mira thought he must have been mad. He could never allow himself to be dominated so completely. He had no hold over the man. Matisse wasn’t a servant. He had no respect for Mira’s divinity.

Fear warred with lust. Mira could summon the guards with one word.

Matisse observed him in return, grey eyes unreservedly skimming Mira’s entire length without the slightest glimmer of awe or reverence.

“Those clothes don’t look comfortable,” he said and stepped closer. He froze at the look of disapproval that must have flashed in Mira’s eyes.

After a moment, the captain smiled. “You’re undecided. Perhaps it takes a fight to get you excited.”

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Here’s a little inspiration for Rayn Matisse. No wonder Mira is feeling a bit intimidated.

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Weekend Writing Warriors~ Goo

August 16, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors. The rains have come and it’s about thirty degrees cooler than it was the last time I whined and moaned about having to sit in my hot office. Unfortunately none of this real world stuff does poor Eli any good. The hero of my erotic space opera From Mars, With Love is still stuck in the stasis pod and things are looking grim.

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Eli could see enough to watch the asteroider run from the room. Then the lights went out and the goo stopped rising. Everything went quiet. He waited for a moment, heart pounding, and then started to thrash again. Maybe the slaver hadn’t had time to properly seal the pod. Maybe he could force it open. He pushed with his hands and knees against the lid. It didn’t even pretend to budge. He gulped for breath. The goo was supposed to sustain a prisoner in stasis and no fresh oxygen was being pumped in.

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As often happens when searching for sexy space guys with guns, I find sexy space guys with sticks instead. Here’s Alex Malleri, Jr. from Dark Matter.

From Mars, With Love follows the adventures of Eli and his pal Rilke, two down-and-out scavengers from earth as they’re abducted by slavers, arrested by space marines, and dumped on an unwelcoming outpost on Mars. Eli’s troubles are only beginning when he finds out the ring his mother gave him contains the life force of a powerful but dormant alien and the mysterious man he has a huge crush on happens to be an alien smuggler. Eli’s just trying to make it on Mars, but can he survive the dangerous political intrigue swirling around him? This erotic space opera is a work-in-progress. Stay tuned to this blog for ongoing excerpts and updates.

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