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Seductive Studs~ Don’t Press Your Luck

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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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Return of Seductive Studs

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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

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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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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 ~ Edge of the Precipice

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Time to sexy up your Saturday!  This week I’m sharing seven paragraphs from my WIP- the third book in the Masters and Mages series, Curse of Salar.  The theme is My Sexy Boyfriend, and in this scene, Mira is beginning to appreciate his soldier/lover, Captain Rayn Mattise.

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Leaning against one of the tall narrow windows, arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes closed, stood Rayn Matisse. Mira’s heart clenched, then raced. Was he in some warrior’s afterlife?

Mira parted his parched lips and cleared his throat. “Rayn?”

Rayn’s chin jerked up and he stared at Mira almost as if he didn’t believe his eyes. He dropped his arms to his sides but otherwise didn’t move.

Mira licked his lips. “Are you alive, or am I dead?”

“You don’t remember what happened?” Rayn loomed over him now. He still wore the riding clothes Mira had last seen him in. They’d been cleaned but were worse for wear, shirt torn and roughly patched, leather coat scraped and scarred. He’d bathed recently and his mahogany hair looked deliciously soft as a sunbeam caressed the side of his face. His bright eyes were guarded.

“No.” Mira didn’t want to talk about the cave and falling into the well. It was too fresh and he felt as if he still stood on the edge of the precipice. He threw back the covers, exposing his bruised but otherwise intact body. “Hold me.”

Rayn didn’t hesitate. Full clothed, boots and all, he stretched out beside Mira and pulled him into his arms. Mira rested his cheek against Rayn’s chest and sighed with relief as the man’s heat melted into him, driving the nightmare further from Mira’s mind.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Hostile Boarding Protocol

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Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors.  It’s a hundred jillion degrees here today and my office is the hottest room in the house (surely from all the steamy scenes penned herein) so I’ll make this short and sweet. I’m continuing to share from my erotic m/m space-opera-in-progress, From Mars, With Love.  Last week the slave ship in which Eli is held captive came under attack.  Alas, have the marines arrived too late to save Eli? (I know you’re on pins and needles about this.)  Here’s last week’s post.  One of these days I’ll assemble them all on this website so those who are interested can catch up.

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The flexi-steel walls of the ship shuddered. The bot’s eyeball light went out and it crashed to the floor.

“Well, isn’t that a fine—” the asteroider wrung his hands, frozen with indecision.

“Hostile Boarding Protocol – Level One,” the loudspeaker crackled. The asteroider spun around and with a flick of his fingers, erased the stream of data about the ring. The screen flashed DELETED and disappeared. He then scrambled around the pod, detached Eli’s wrist, shoved his arm in the pod and slammed the lid shut. Eli heard the hiss of the seal and immediately began to pull at the wires attaching him to the machine. He wanted to be awake for this, and most of all, he didn’t want to lie there helpless a second longer.

There was no release mechanism inside the pod, all the more irritating when it started to fill with gelatinous goo.

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Hang on, Eli. Sexy help is on the way!

 

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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 ~ Now What?

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  It’s time for another thrilling episode of From Mars, With Love!  Many of you have kindly poked me about returning to this story, and I’m happy to oblige.  Writing this m/m space opera makes me unreasonably giddy and I hope some of that writerly glee spills over onto the reader.  When we last left our hero, Eli, he was in a status pod being prepared to be shipped to Titan by the slavers who captured him.  An asteroider (altered human with mechanical parts) and crab (floating security robot) discovered something strange about a ring on Eli’s pinkie.

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“Eli, son of Serene, it appears your dear mother’s trinket is an alien. A dead alien though, so there should be no harm in removing it.”

“Finally!” the crab zoomed closer again. “Let me do it.”

“What’s it worth to you?” the asteroider asked. The two bickered over what a bit of torture might cost the security bot operator and the potential risks to the asteroider’s position as head researcher. Eli attempted to meditate on far away, pleasant thoughts like . . . like . . . he had nothing.

An ear-splitting siren went off, accompanied by flashing red lights.

“Oh, for Criton’s sake, now what?” the asteroider complained.

A loudspeaker provided the answer; “Marine Patrol, prepare for evasive protocol.”

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If only Matt knew about the bubble-habitats just over the horizon.

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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