Weekend Writing Warriors #23

August 2, 2014 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another edition of Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop- your one hop stop for great fiction! After being dazzled by my eight line contribution, click the link for further dazzlement! August is blog hop month for me so chances abound to win a gift cert to Loose Id as well as a copy of Touch of Salar. Details below.

This week I’m continuing with To Catch a Threeve. I’ve skipped ahead a little. Axel has laid a magical trap for the mysterious stalker and is waiting for him to make his move.

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Axel’s nerves were on a knife’s edge as he wrapped himself in his cloak and pretended to sleep. He scanned the forest noises but detected nothing of the sneak. Perhaps he was more patient than Axel had given him credit for.

With alarm, he caught himself just short of falling asleep. That wasn’t like him. After a moment of tense awareness, he became sure a spell had been cast over them. His arms and legs felt wooden and his chest heavy. He could barely pry open his eyelids.

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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 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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This week I’m being interviewed over on Gabrielle Evans blog. There’s a post about how Touch of Salar came to be, an excerpt and one of those widgety things where you can enter to win a $20 gift certificate to Loose Id and a copy of Touch of Salar! I’d love it if one of my WWW buddies wins.

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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, The First Time

August 2, 2014 by Alexis Duran

Hello and welcome to my blog! This is my first outing on the My Sexy Saturday blog hop. I felt challenged by the 7 word limit option, so that’s what I went with this time. The snip is from my current WIP, the sequel to Touch of Salar. Enjoy, and don’t forget to check out the other fabulous authors participating in the hop. And, if you just can’t get enough, my post for Seductive Studs & Sirens is just below this one.

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He wanted to say yes so badly.

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Ta da! Well, that was fun. See you next week.

Too Much

August 1, 2014 by Alexis Duran

Seductive Studs & Sirens #3

Welcome to Seductive Studs & Sirens Blog Hop, where writers of GLBTQ romance and erotica share steamy snippets from their work. Click the link for more heat!

I’m continuing with excerpts from the first chapter of my current release, Touch of Salar. M’lan, the monk with the healing touch, is working his magic on a wounded warrior.

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“If the pain becomes too much, let me know.”

The major let out a little huff of air. “I seriously doubt you can hurt me, monk.”

M’lan smiled. His strong fingers—fingers that knew exactly where the deepest injuries lurked—reduced these tough fighting men to gasps and tears easily enough. He happened upon a stiff sinew that refused to give way, and concentrated on it, calling on the energy that flowed through the temple walls. He felt it ripple through him and penetrate the smooth skin under his fingers. The major let out a muffled groan. The hard spot softened, and M’lan moved on, loosening, softening, probing.

Along with sulfur and sweat, the major smelled of a hot spice, like red pepper. M’lan worked his way down both sides of the spine, doing an admirable job of keeping his mind on abstract visions of the muscles beneath his hands. Until he reached the buttocks.

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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.

Let the hopping begin!

August 1, 2014 by Alexis Duran

August is Blog Hop month here at Chateau Alexis. I’m sharing excerpts, posts and answering questions as well as hosting a giveaway. Drop by and enter to win a copy of Touch of Salar and a gift certificate to Loose Id!

Today I’m at Gabrielle Evans blog. I love her tag line- “Be good, or be good at it”.

Weekend Writing Warriors #22

July 26, 2014 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another weekend of wild, wondrous words and worlds. I’m feeling alliterate today, apparently. Also tired, in a good way. Attended Faerie Worlds this weekend, which is way more fun than we serious adult types usually get to have. If you’re ever in Oregon in July, check it out.

Okay, back to the snippet and more fae-like shenanigans. Constable Axel Blackwood is intent on catching his stalker, sure that someone at the court in Lacknor revealed the secret that Axel and Drummond are carrying a valuable gem to the lord of Thorburn.

To Catch a Threeve

They didn’t bother with a fire. The fall air was crisp but bearable. They had bread and cheese to eat and wine to drink, so no call to announce their presence with a fire. Drummond grumbled about the loose mindedness of lords and ladies and the soreness of his backside from all the galloping, unnecessary in his opinion. Axel kept mostly quiet, arranging his trap while Drummond provided the perfect distraction.

The large man trampled the grass to be rid of snakes and anyone else who might be inclined to approach on their belly, threw brittle twigs around to act as a warning, and generally kicked up a ruckus while Axel unobtrusively cast warning lines into the trees and placed a ring of flash pebbles along the creek. He was sure the sneak was watching them and so he made sure that all his motions looked natural, as if he were merely scouting the perimeter and helping Drummond place his standard traveler’s tricks.

He drew water from the creek into his skein and scanned the dense wall of trees. Only one sneak- he must be truly desperate to risk robbing a constable.

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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 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.

A fine Piece of Art

July 25, 2014 by Alexis Duran

Seductive Studs and Sirens Blog Hop #3

Welcome to another Steamy Saturday Snippet. I’m continuing with an excerpt from my new release, Touch of Salar. M’lan, the monk with healing powers, is beginning to work on the mysterious major for the first time. Don’t forget, more delectable steaminess awaits you over at the Seductive Studs and Sirens Blog Hop.

Touch of Salar

As he sometimes did when the distraction of base physicality disturbed his calm, M’lan imagined the body as a sculpture, a fine piece of art. This one certainly was. He called up the anatomical charts in his mind’s eye and allowed his fingers to travel up the spine, searching for the damaged nerves and knotted muscles that blocked healing. The skin had a soothing smell, like a sweetly remembered lover, and the body—he instantly connected with this body. His hands seemed to know where to go. But of course that was impossible. He’d never forget having worked on this man.

The major’s muscles were like coiled iron, and M’lan knew he had a rigorous workout in front of him. But for now his motions were gentle as he explored the body with his hands and waited for the healing energy to begin its journey through him to his client.

Official Blurb:

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.