My Sexy Saturday ~ A Touch More Monstrous

September 24, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to the 160th Week of My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is Sexy Has It’s Way. I don’t know about you, but I keep reading that as Sexy GETS It’s Way. And it usually does, doesn’t it? In this scene from Gryffon Hall, Lord Aeric Rouchet definitely thinks he’s going get his way.

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“Never mind Formister,” the lord of the manor said as he followed Wryler out. “He was quite the rogue in his day. He only pretends to be offended.”

“But he had every right to be. Really, Lord Rouchet, your behavior is less than decorous.” Shame still writhed in Wryler’s innards. He couldn’t get away from the librarian and his smirks fast enough.

“Ah, we’re back to Lord Rouchet, are we?” Rouchet grabbed Wryler’s arm and stopped him. Wryler didn’t like the mischievous gleam in Rouchet’s eye one bit. “As far as rude behavior goes, you haven’t seen anything yet. I’ll have you on every flat surface in this castle before the year’s out.”

This time Wryler managed to keep his head and jerked free, chin held high. “That’s your right, as my lord, but I have one more day of freedom, and I ask you to respect my person until that time as I have no say in matter.”

“I’m sorry if you feel that our marriage is a prison sentence for you, but I have to say your fiery gaze and your words only enflame my passions. I quite look forward to being your lord and abusing everything our bond entitles me to.” Rouchet grinned, and Wryler had to admit the flash of white teeth made him look quite handsome and a touch more monstrous. Odd that the two things didn’t seem to conflict. But Aunt Otillia was right. Wryler must establish himself as someone to be respected, not only with the servants but the master of the house as well.

“I would kindly request that you keep your distance until we meet at the altar tonight. Until then, I bid you good day.” Wryler bowed stiffly and then marched down the hall, half expecting Rouchet to pounce on him from behind. Instead Rouchet laughed again and called after him.

“Don’t get lost now, Sir Wryler. I can’t bear the thought of delaying our union a single moment.”

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Fated to be born the 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 scoundrel 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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My Sexy Saturday ~ This Undeniable Fact

September 10, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Hello and welcome to My Sexy Saturday, the blog hop where a host of writers share steamy snippets from their published work or work in progress in either seven words, seven sentences or seven paragraphs.

This week I’m sharing from my new and shiny m/m release, Gryffon Hall. The theme is My Sexy Dilemma and on Wryler’s wedding night, he unexpectedly finds himself right in the middle of one. His groom has become irritatingly respectful all of a sudden, and what happens next is up to Wryler.

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Wryler rolled onto his side and felt horribly, dreadfully lonely. Dratted wine.

Rouchet’s touch, his kisses, his heat…had been so convincing, so passionate. Rouchet had awakened a fire in Wryler only to douse it with politeness.

How dare Rouchet be so polite all of a sudden? So irritatingly considerate? There was, if one wanted to open one’s heart to further humiliation, the tiniest possibility that what Rouchet had said was actually true. He wanted to give Wryler the choice.

Wryler flopped onto his back again. Perhaps, not only was Rouchet not a monster, but quite human. Maybe he wanted to be wanted just as Wryler did.

“Ridiculous,” Wryler muttered. “You’re only thinking that because you want it to be true.” He sat up and, after a moment, pulled off his boots. Then he tore at the cravat. He nearly choked himself, but got it off and threw it aside. Damn it. Rouchet was supposed to be doing this. Wryler’s husband was supposed to be peeling his clothes off, lavishing him with kisses, groping him with abandon.

“Oh, stop it,” he said to his traitorous cock, which stiffened and swelled, entirely unaware that it had been rejected right along with the rest of Wryler’s body. His breathing grew ragged.

He wanted Rouchet. All Wryler’s arguments against this undeniable fact crumbled to dust.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Barricade the Door

August 27, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday! If you’re looking to cool off, this is probably not the place to be. However, if you’re looking for a little spice in your fiction, a little sweet and sexy to start your day, then you’re definitely in the right place. This week’s theme is My Sexy Beast. I’m sharing from my m/m fantasy Gryffon Hall, which is coming out this Tuesday! Gryffon Hall is inspired by the fairy tales Beauty and the Beast and, of course, The Griffin.

In this scene, Wryler has arrived at the foreboding home of his mysterious fiancée, Lord Aeric Rouchet. Wryler heard many dark tales about his husband-to-be during the journey to Gryffon Hall and is experiencing an advanced case of pre-wedding jitters.

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Wryler tensed, hearing each footfall as it drew closer. He was close to bursting with tension when the steps slowed and stopped before his door. Was Rouchet going to burst in and take what was not yet legally his? Wryler quieted his ragged breaths, and the boots moved on, but stopped again only a few steps down. The door next to Wryler’s opened and slammed shut, and then Wryler heard no more. Was Rouchet right next door? Wryler stood up and pressed his ear to the wall, but the thick stone gave up no secrets.

He pushed back and shook his head. Of course husband and husband might be expected to have adjoining rooms. The thought of Rouchet so close sent prickles all along Wryler’s skin. He nearly yelped when a tiny pinhole of light appeared in the wall. He moved down the wall and discovered a door built to blend right into the paneling.

How awful! Rouchet could spring out at him at any time. Wryler crouched down and peeked through the keyhole. All he could see was a similar keyhole about four feet away. The small passage had been built into the stone wall, and he guessed a similar door led into Rouchet’s room, if that was indeed Rouchet lurking on the other side of it. After a few minutes with no indication of movement or sound, the light went out.

Wryler crept back to bed and slid under the covers. Well, that was that. He’d never sleep again. He’d have to barricade the door. Knowing he could be jumped on and ravaged at any time… He tossed and turned, but his gaze kept returning to the invisible door. Willing it to stay shut. Willing it to burst open. How ridiculous he was being! He’d have to get used to it, obviously. That was the fate of a married man whose spouse was also a lord and a monster.

No, just an ordinary man. Wryler flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Exhausted from the trip, he did sleep, and dreamt of a winged shadow creeping in through the small door and spreading its great weight across his helpless body. Feathers brushed his skin. Fur slid between his legs and stroked his cock. He couldn’t move as claws lightly explored his flesh.

His legs were forced apart, and the monstrous member he’d been warned of pushed its way into him, opening, opening, delving into him until he knew he would be torn in two.

He woke up panting, gripped not by the icy talons of terror, but a hot and searing arousal. Again and again his hand traveled to wrap around his stiff cock. Near dawn he relented and stroked himself to a quick and violent release, refusing to think of Rouchet’s hard body, chiseled jaw, and flashing green eyes. At last the shadow retreated, and Wryler fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Gryffon Hall ~ Release date August 30th

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.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Not a Moment Too Soon

August 6, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Hello and welcome to My Sexy Saturday. It’s been way too long since I participated, but life has stabilized (for the moment) and I’m happy to be back. My m/m fantasy Gryffon Hall is set to release on August 30th, so I thought I’d share another snippet from it.

This week’s theme is Sexy Unleashed. Having been forced into a marriage with an alarming, yet sexy stranger, Wryler is about to have some deeply buried passions unleashed. This is a scene in the library of Gryffon Hall, where Wryler gets a taste of things to come.

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Wryler swallowed hard. Rouchet bent down and kissed him. His closely trimmed beard scraped Wryler’s cheek in a not entirely unpleasant way as his hot tongue lanced into Wryler’s mouth.

Wryler had braced himself for this moment, sure that without the benefit of wine and jealousy his fearful body would recoil from Rouchet’s touch, but in fact the opposite happened. His skin tingled, and he found his fingers creeping up the front of Rouchet’s silk shirt.

Rouchet seized Wryler’s buttocks and lifted him onto the table, pushing his wide thighs between Wryler’s legs. Wryler leaned back, and his palm landed on the open book. He fumbled with the cover, closing the book and pushing it aside all while fending off Rouchet’s bulk and his tongue as it drove deeper inside him.

“This is a library, not a bed chamber!” A high voice squeaked from the doorway.

Rouchet broke out of the kiss but kept his hands on Wryler’s waist, apparently not in the least embarrassed by their compromising position. He looked over his shoulder at a diminutive man in spectacles who strode in with an armload of scrolls.

“Hello, Formister. Wherever have you been?”

“Legalizing your marriage! And not a moment too soon!” The librarian shook a scroll at Rouchet. “Now get off that table. It’s for reading, not fornicating.”

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Gryffon Hall ~ Release date August 30th

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Acceptable Behavior

June 11, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is Sexy in Time and let me tell you, I thought I had nothin’. But then it occurred to me that my m/m fairy tale, Gryffon Hall, happens outside of time, in ye olde fairy tale realm of knights, castles and dark, uncharted forests full of magical beasts. So that counts, right? Anyway, here are seven paragraphs from my soon-to-be-released novel, Gryffon Hall.

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Rouchet swooped in for a kiss, his wine moistened lips covering and consuming Wryler’s. He was surprisingly gentle, this barbarian, his tongue easing into Wryler’s mouth slowly but firmly.

What’s happening? What’s going on here, exactly? Men other than Lennox had kissed Wryler. Large rough men. Stable hands. Traveling knights. Many had attempted to steal more than a kiss and while pleasant, Wryler wasn’t often tempted for more. But now, now he sensed Rouchet hesitating, waiting for a sign from Wryler, for permission to unleash the lust he obviously held back.

This really isn’t acceptable behavior. But Rouchet would soon be gone and they’d never see each other again. What harm could come of a little kiss?

Wryler responded, pushing back with his tongue, his body arching against Rouchet’s.

Rouchet growled and plunged in harder, driving Wryler against the wall. A cascade of tiny explosions fired beneath Wryler’s skin and he was instantly and embarrassingly hard. It had never been like this with Lennox. Wryler always required coaxing and coercing. Now he felt as if he could be the one in charge, tearing at Rouchet’s clothing and demanding to taste every inch of the lord’s enormous body.

Wryler kept his hands by his sides and balled into fists, not trusting himself to touch Rouchet with more than lips.

Rouchet had no such restraint and ran one large hand down Wryler’s back all the way to his buttocks, which he squeezed hard. Wryler gasped as Rouchet seized him with both hands and pulled him in tight, crushing Wryler’s poor swollen cock against his unyielding thigh. The pressure felt too good. Wryler wanted to climb Rouchet, to mount this monster of a man and ride him like….like…words fled him as he cried out for this unexpected delight.

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Gryffon Hall ~ coming in Summer 2016!

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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My Sexy Saturday ~ Long Gone

April 30, 2016 by Alexis Duran

Hello and welcome to another My Sexy Saturday. Today I’m celebrating vanquishing yet another deadline (they just keep coming, though). This week’s theme is My Sexy Love and the novel I just completed happens to be all about falling in love (and monsters, curses, and such, but mostly love). Gryffon Hall is m/m fantasy; a revisited fairy tale inspired by Beauty and the Beast. Wyler and Aeric have an arranged marriage. This snippet is from their wedding night. They’re not quite in love yet, but things are looking up.

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“I’ll try not to hurt you, but there will be pain,” Aeric said.

“Don’t hold back.” Wryler wrapped his arms around his husband’s back. It was like hugging a tree. A supple, sweat-slicked tree. “I welcome it.”

Aeric pushed back to his knees, dragging Wryler’s tattered shirt from his arms and flinging it away. He did the same with Wryler’s trousers and crouched over him, doing exactly what Wryler had hoped he wouldn’t; he inspected every inch of Wryler with both eyes and hands.

“Goddess, what perfection,” Aeric sighed.

“I told you, you don’t need to butter me up with false compliments,” Wryler pouted. “I’m perfectly aware of my limitations.”

Aeric cupped Wryler’s cheek in his palm. “Lovely Wryler, how is it you’re so blind? I must return to Glimmerveen first chance and slap your father and brothers across their silly faces.”

Wryler clucked sternly but in fact he warmed inside hearing Aeric’s words. Only Lennox and a few sly knights had complimented Wryler in such a fashion, and that was because they were trying to get into Wryler’s trousers. Aeric didn’t need to try. They were married, and the trousers were long gone.

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Here’s my first stab at a blurb:

Gryffon Hall

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