Seductive Studs ~ A Very Logical Impulse

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What better way to kick off the week than a little juicy m/m goodness? Welcome to Seductive Studs and our new Monday launch time.  I received the contract for Gryffon Hall this morning, so I thought I’d celebrate with a snippet.  Gryffon Hall is a fantasy inspired by the fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast.  In this scene, Wryler has married his beast and is suffering through the wedding feast on pins and needles, anticipating the night to come.

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Wryler mostly ignored the conversation and jokes. His mind was consumed by what awaited him that evening. Every nerve was so tightly wound he couldn’t tell if he was terrified or stirred by a level of lust he’d never experienced before. He hadn’t been jesting about wanting to tear his clothes off and found himself desperately anxious to see Rouchet undressed.

He told himself this was a very logical impulse to put everything into its proper perspective, to put to rest the ridiculous stories he’d been told, and get the whole thing over with. He drank too much too fast, which unfortunately fueled his impatient flames and made his hand want to creep along Rouchet’s thigh. He was in a fight against this impulse when Rouchet leaned against him and whispered, “Time for us to depart.”

Wryler hiccupped. “So soon?” He looked around and noticed many of the candles had burned down more than half way, but the servants were too drunk to change them out. Several guests slumped over their plates, snoozing loudly. Here and there cousins had simply stretched out on the floor. Dancers stepped over them most incautiously, laughing as they kicked or stepped on their insensible relatives.

Rouchet chuckled and helped, or rather, lifted Wryler to his feet and led him away toward the side door the servants used. “Let’s depart without fanfare,” Rouchet said after the deed was done.

“Yes, let’s.” Wryler struggled to walk steadily and match Rouchet’s stride. He tried not to cling too tightly to his husband’s muscular arm or lean on him too noticeably. Determined to keep his dignity, he met the long curving staircase with stern resolve.

“Would you like me to carry you?” Rouchet asked, an annoyingly sober twinkle in his forest green eyes.

“What? No!” Wryler released Rouchet’s arm, took two steps up and fell forward onto his hands and knees. He barely had time to curse before Rouchet wrapped an arm around his waist, pulled him to his feet and then lifted Wryler into his arms.

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Unofficial blurb:

Gryffon Hall

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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Seductive Studs offers a range of m/m fiction, ranging from sweet to smexy and everything in between. Don’t forget to check out the rest of the hop at www.seductivestuds.blogspot.com

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Mars?

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop.  Hope you had a great Turkey Liberation Day.  As a vegetarian, I have to say I’m very grateful for mashed potatoes and butter.

I’m continuing with another excerpt from my m/m space opera in progress, From Mars, With Love.  I’ve skipped ahead a bit from the last snippet.  Our hero Eli has been transported via shuttle to the Space Marines’s battleship, where he has more rude surprises waiting.

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A marine with a wisepad on her arm stood waiting for Eli outside the battleship’s dock.

“Passport or ID chip?” she demanded.

“I was swept, as in kidnapped, as in abducted against my will. They didn’t give us a chance to pack our bags or apply for visas.”

“So no identification?” She tapped on the screen, frowning. “Well, you can apply for a long-term squatters permit when we get to Mars.”

Mars? Wait, no, you’ve got to take us back to earth… all of us.” Eli looked around in a panic, as if someone reasonable might pop out of the ether.

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Possibly my favorite ‘space guys with guns’ photo yet. ~ Chris Pratt

 

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

Seductive Studs ~ Such Devotion

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Welcome to Seductive Studs, the blog hop dedicated to m/m romance by the people who read, write and review it.

This week I’m sharing an excerpt from Curse of Salar, Book 3 in the Masters and Mages series.  In this scene Prince Mira is dreaming of a forbidden dalliance with a soldier from outside the court.  His allegedly devoted servant Jai has made the mistake of revealing his jealousy.

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Jai blanched white beneath his tan, his eyes wide. “No! Please believe me Prince Mira, I think only of you.” He advanced, knelt in front of Mira and took his hand, which he kissed and pressed to his forehead. Mira almost believed him. It would be pleasant to believe in such devotion.

He placed a palm on Jai’s silken hair, a signal he was no longer angry. Jai shifted his cheek so that it pushed against Mira’s cock and smoothly slid a hand along Mira’s thigh.

Mira sat back against the edge of the wall and placed his hands behind him on either side. Jai deftly undid the tie of Mira’s loose pants. Mira titled his head back and gazed up at the faint spray of stars. The lights of the capitol city dimmed their radiance, as life in the palace dimmed all the keener sensations of life.

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Stay tuned for the soon to be revealed release date!

The blurb:

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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Don’t forget to confine the hop at the Seductive Studs home page.  Lots of steamy m/m goodness goin’ on.

 

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Careless?

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Hello and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where a bunch of really great writers share tantalizing tidbits from their works-in-progress or published novels.  I’ve been sharing from a work-in-progress, the m/m space opera From Mars, With Love.  Our hero Eli has been rescued from a life of slavery by the mysterious man in black and the Intergalactic Free Market Trade Patrol Marines but what fate awaits him now?  I’ve skipped ahead a bit to where Eli is being escorted out of the slaver’s ship.  For those of you paying attention to little details, yes, they did find Eli some clothes to put on- one of the white jumpsuits the Asteroiders were wearing.

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“The officers tried to escape via shuttle,” one of the marines said, “but their launch bay is blown all to hell.”

“That must be what set off the distress beacon – morons.” The marine on the left shook his head.

They’d reached the wrecked entrance to the shuttle bay and Eli wondered how he’d survived it. The metal doors, floor and ceiling were scorched black and warped.

“Is that how you got your burn?” the man in black asked from behind.

“Never jam a fully powered stun gun into a fission panel if you can avoid it,” Eli said, glancing back over his shoulder.

A tiny smile curled the corners of the man’s lips, making them even more sensual. “Didn’t think a ground rat careless enough to get swept would be that resourceful.”

Careless?

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Eli might have a few words for the man in black next time. But until then, don’t forget to continue the hop.

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Gotto love those men in black- good boy/bad boy? A little of both?

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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

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

Paranormal Romance Blog Hop

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Hey, thanks for stopping by my corner of the Paranormal Romance Blog Hop!  I’m sharing an excerpt from my new release, Betwixt and Between, an m/m contemporary fantasy set in Seattle.  This scene is from Chapter 3.  Ian Evers, reporter for The Cosmic Eye, barely survived an earlier encounter with a dark elf (svarta), but the elf hasn’t given up.  I hope you have as much fun reading about an evil elf visiting a coffee shop as I had writing it.

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“Holy hottie, Batman,” Dijeree said. “Why is it you haven’t fucked him yet?”

“I was wondering if the camera would catch the same thing I saw.”

It did. Ian had taken his film to an associate at the paper who developed film quickly for a steep fee. Ian and Dijeree sat in the corner café and passed the photos back and forth between them over a table littered with coffee cups, half-eaten scones, the weekly copy of The Cosmic Eye, and Ian’s notes.

Most of the photos were too dark and blurry, but not all. In one of the shots, he’d caught the svarta as he looked up, a shaft of sunlight reflecting off his violin. He was every bit as handsome as Ian remembered, with an aquiline nose, high cheekbones, incredibly thick lashes, and those eyes. The photo couldn’t do them justice. As it was, they looked like mirrors reflecting a wind-tossed sea. When the sea started to swirl, Ian looked away.

“Are you okay?” Dijeree asked, placing a hand on his wrist.

“No. I’m hexed.” He struggled to breathe regularly.

“Let’s hope Alistair gets back soon.”

Ian could only nod. He scooped up the photos and stuck them back in the folder. “Maybe these will help identify what he really is.”

The Eye won’t print them. He looks too much like a regular guy. If we print it and claim he’s an elf, he might show up and sue us.”

“I’m not worried about a scoop.”

She shook her head and tsk-tsked. “You really are hexed. Refill?” She stood and carried their cups to the counter. As she flirted with the barista, Ian leaned back and tried to clear his sleep-deprived mind. Up until he’d looked at the prints, he’d almost talked himself out of believing Cleona’s tale of dark elves. There was no evidence he wasn’t simply obsessed. With a guy this good-looking, it was possible. Strange, but possible.

As much as he’d tried to fight his nature, it turned out Ian was a prude. In order to really enjoy sex, he had to be in love. Well, he enjoyed casual sex, but it always left him unsatisfied, his deepest cravings unfulfilled. Maybe he’d been hiding too long, avoiding involvement for too long. His self-imposed celibacy had driven him mad. Yes, that was certainly it. He had to get over the naive idea that his soul mate existed.

The door opened, a gust of wet wind blew in, and time stopped.

The svarta paused in front of the door as it closed behind him. He’d changed his clothes. He wore black jeans and a close-fitting black leather jacket. Unlike the musketeer coat, it showed off his slim waist as well as his broad shoulders. He wore a black silk shirt open at the neck, and though sunglasses hid the magical eyes, it was definitely the evil elf.

He scanned the shop a bit, then walked straight for Ian’s table. He stopped so close the salt air and deep-woods piney scent wafting off his skin brushed aside the roasted-coffee-bean aroma of the café. He smelled like he’d taken a bath in the ocean and toweled off with cedar bark. His hair looked shorter or more styled, with the bangs hitting the high line of his cheekbone, the back brushing the collar of his jacket.

“Good afternoon. Mind if join you?” he asked in a soft, melodious voice.

“Yes, I do. Go away.” Ian looked around. Everyone else was oblivious to the dark elf in their midst. They tapped on phones, stared at computers, rustled papers. Dijeree and the barista laughed. The svarta sat directly across from Ian. He pushed his glasses back into his hair, unveiling the eyes.

“Why do you resist me?” he asked. He grabbed one of Ian’s hands from the table before Ian could snatch it away.

“Because I… You…you want to kill me.”

The elf laughed. It was a warm, friendly sound. His eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lights and shifted colors—blue, gray, silver. He turned Ian’s hand over, smoothed out his clenched fingers, and ran a finger along his palm. His touch seared Ian’s skin.

“I do not want to kill you. I want to take you away from this ordinary, depleted life. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

“Um.” Ian checked out the cafe again. No one was twitching or peeking from behind books or otherwise acting like they’d heard this. He felt himself melting, going gooey inside.

“None of these humans can help you. I can help you. I can show you the magic you’ve been longing for. I can unlock you. Only I have the key.”

“And who are you exactly? What are you?” Ian tried to pull his hand away. The svarta clamped down harder. Actual physical contact sent shock waves rippling beneath Ian’s skin.

“My name is Ezekiel Stormshadow. I am what you in your human ignorance might call an elf.”

“A dark elf? A svarta?” Ian asked.

Ezekiel shook his head. “Those distinctions have long since passed away and become meaningless. There is only magic and not magic. The people who surround you are not magic.”

“I don’t know about that. Cleona managed to ward off your hex last night.”

“A pity. She’s a spell spinner who steals her power. She’s drained you dry, but I could refill you.” The elf lifted Ian’s hand and kissed it. He nibbled on the knuckles and ran his tongue along the fingers.

Ian nearly came then and there, but willed himself to resist. “Forget it. I don’t believe you. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“I could show you what you’ve been looking for all your life. The magic realm. Think of it, Ian.”

“And why would you want to do that?”

“You are liosa. The realm needs light.”

“So you admit you’re out to suck— Wait, what? I’m not liosa. I’m human.”

“She would tell you that, wouldn’t she? Delve deep and discover the truth.”

Ian found himself leaning closer and closer, his hands now entwined with the svarta’s, their gazes locked. That was how Dijeree found them when she finally returned.

“Ahem. Don’t think we’ve met?” She set Ian’s cup down by his elbow. He sat up straight and pulled away.

“Zeke, this is Dijeree, my roommate. Dijeree, this is Zeke, the evil elf who wants to steal my soul.”

“What? No way. I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? Don’t you play rhythm guitar for the Holy Purple Dogs?”

“Alas, no. I only play violin for myself.”

Dijeree slapped Ian on the shoulder in a joking, flirty way. “See? Zeke’s a real person, not an elf. I’d say he’s all man, eh, Zeke?” She batted her eyes at him and ran her tongue across her lips.

“And you don’t like men, as I recall,” Ian snapped. What the hell was wrong with her? Oh, yeah. Glamour 101.

“Sheesh, don’t be such a granny. Want to come back to our place for a threesome, Zeke?”

“I’d very much like to join you, but I’m afraid Ian here has to invite me, and he’s playing hard to get.”

“He’s on this fear-of-intimacy kick. How long has it been since you got laid anyway, Ian?”

Ian ignored Dijeree’s prods and eye rolls. “I don’t invite you. As a matter of fact, I banish you for all time from any place I might ever be, this café included.”

“I’m afraid your power over me doesn’t extend quite that far. But I can see you will have to come to me. Alone, I’m afraid.” He gave Dijeree an apologetic look. “Tonight. Here.” Zeke snapped his fingers twice, and the air between them warped and rippled. Ian caught a glimpse of a dilapidated houseboat under the Freemont Bridge and knew exactly where it was. “I’ll be waiting for you.” Zeke stood, winked, and left. A gust of damp air from outside replaced the well of heat he’d created.

“Damn, he’s arrogant,” Ian said.

“Who?” Dijeree plopped down and stuck her face into her steaming coffee mug.

“Zeke. The elf. I can’t believe how willing you were to sell me down the river.”

“What the hell are you talking about? All I did was get coffee. Do I need to babysit you every second?”

“Are you seriously going to tell me you don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

Ian groaned and looked at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and dropped his chin to his chest. “The svarta was right here, in your chair. You flirted with him.”

“I did not! I… Wait. Now that you mention it.” Confusion rippled across her face. “I remember seeing a really hot guy in a black leather jacket come in. Was that him? I don’t remember talking to him.”

“That’s because he did his magic-elf stuff on you.”

“Damn it! What did he want?”

“He wanted me to go with him to the magic realm. He… Oh, shit.” Ian grabbed the folder and opened it. It was empty. All the photos gone. The envelope of negatives as well.

“Well, on the bright side, going through the trouble of stealing the photos means he was worried about them. So maybe he has a vulnerability Alistair can suss out.”

“If the old drunk ever comes home,” Ian grumbled.

“And you met an elf face-to-face and didn’t give in. That’s something.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” While his soul might be happy about that, his body sure wasn’t. “I might have to find somebody to screw just to relieve the pressure.”

“I have a long list of willing applicants, if you’re serious.”

“Not yet. Maybe. Besides…” Besides, he thought, no real person could come anywhere near to replicating the effect the svarta had on him. The spell on Ian’s body told him anything less than paradise would now be a dismal disappointment.

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Obsessed with magical creatures since childhood, tabloid reporter Ian Evers never experiences satisfying proof that the magical realm actually exists until he falls into an entrapment spell set by a handsome but dangerous elf.  Barely escaping with his soul intact, Ian is able to undo the hex, but he can’t escape the very real infatuation he’s developed for the fierce elf.

Ezekiel Stormshadow is a svarta, a dark elf who serves the queen of the dark realm. The realm of darkness needs the power of light to survive, and while hunting the last few magical beings on earth, Ezekiel discovers Ian, a light elf who’s unaware of his true nature and ripe for the plucking.  Their brief encounter awakens a great hunger in Ezekiel, and he’s determined to feast on the light elf’s power and body before the queen intervenes and claims Ian for herself.

Driven apart by the ancient imbalance between the dark and light realms, an evil queen starved for power, and their fear of each other, Ian and Ezekiel are relentlessly drawn together even though their union might destroy them both.

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