My Sexy Saturday ~ My Next Move

 

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is Some Sexy Action, which can be interpreted in a variety of ways!  This excerpt from Curse of Salar is actually a bit of a break between the action.  Prince Dezra has been excited to spar with a visiting soldier who isn’t afraid to engage the prince in a real fight, but Dezra soon finds that getting trounced repeatedly, even by the sexy Nevar, wears thin after a while.

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Dezra had never spent so much time on his back unintentionally.

Captain Nevar loomed over him, the tip of his shibar hovering close enough to Dezra’s neck to signal victory but not so close as to be disrespectful. If the bout had ended with Nevar on the ground, Dezra wouldn’t have hesitated to drive the tip into the skin hard enough to leave a lasting bruise.

“Game to Captain Nevar,” Lanz said wearily. Their audience was becoming accustomed to seeing Dezra defeated. The spectacle had lost its initial charm, even for Dezra. The only one still enjoying himself was Nevar, who grinned as he held out his hand to jerk Dezra to his feet.

“You’re getting slower, not faster,” the captain commented and dared to brush some of the dirt from Dezra’s shoulder. Dezra’s reaction to the captain’s touch hadn’t dimmed over the past three days, no matter how much his enthusiasm for a real fight waned. His bruised skin tingled, and his already pounding heart clenched.

“Everything hurts,” he said. Even his hands ached from gripping the shibar too tightly. At least he hadn’t been disarmed.

“If I had six months, I might be able to make a passable foot soldier out of you.”

Dezra glared at Nevar, aware he’d been insulted but surprised that he didn’t much care. He welcomed the captain’s dominance in a way that was as enticing as it was alarming. “How is it you always know what my next move will be?”

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Blurb for Masters and Mages 3: Curse of Salar

In the desert kingdom of Jahar, the rule of mages has been overthrown and the ancient lineage of sorcerer kings wiped out. Prince Dezra and his sister are the last living members of the royal family and are held prisoners in their ancestral palace.

Prince Dezra 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 Nevar. Dezra is irresistibly drawn to the rough soldier and his longing for a simple sexual encounter quickly morphs into a dangerous obsession.

Captain Rayn Nevar knows he should stay far away from Prince Dezra, but his desire for the beautiful young man overrides all common sense. Despite the fact that Dezra’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 Dezra’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 Dezra’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 Dezra must decide if ultimate power is worth the ultimate sacrifice.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Blame the Equinox

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Hello and welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday.   This week’s theme is A Sexy Paranormal Romance.  I didn’t have to look far for inspiration, as fantasy is my favorite genre to write and contemporary fantasy, or paranormal, adds the extra spice of weaving magic into everyday life.

My seven paragraphs are from a work in progress which I hope I’ll have finished by this summer.  The title is A Familiar Fury.  Ezra is a magical creature who’s taken human form in order to hide from those of his kind who hunt him.

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The heat of hundreds of bodies pressed together in the crowded bar irritated Ezra. Usually he took comfort in a warm flock of rutting humans, knowing he was well insulated by their radiating passions, often getting swept up in the mating and connecting with a pleasing companion for an hour or two.

Ezra enjoyed sex, but it was never fulfilling and he never experienced an orgasm, merely a welcome release. This was the price he paid for being free. Only his bonded human could bring him to ecstasy. That was how humans had captured his kind in the first place and Ezra often wondered at the sheer stupidity of it.

Yes, he enjoyed physical sensation as much as the next creature, but to give up not only your own freedom, but the freedom of your kind, for all eternity? No physical experience was worth that, although any of these humans would sell their kind down the river for it, Ezra suspected, the way they pawed and ground into him and licked his neck and fondled him through his clothes.

Tonight, he didn’t appreciate the attention. Stimulation would only lead to frustration and weakening thoughts of how it would be with his master.

Master. The very word made him cringe.

Another fruity drink appeared magically before him. A tall muscular Hawaiian offered it to him, a bribe for a friendly fuck. Ezra appreciated the cut of the man’s jib, but even this brawny, tanned human seemed to pale to insignificance before the image of Ezra’s . . . person. Lately, he’d seen Quinn Nerada in his dreams. The equinox was to blame. Ezra’s stars were unsettled due to his about-face on destiny. They wanted to bring him into alignment, make him bow down before fate. The whole universe conspired against him.

“Drink up,” the tall man said, “You look sad.”

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My assignment for next weekend will be to write the blog for this WIP!  Hope you enjoyed it.  Don’t forget to continue the hop to discover a wonderful array of sweet and steamy romance at My Sexy Saturday.

 

My Sexy Saturday ~ Stay With Me

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, the blog hop guaranteed to get you in the mood for whatever naughty things you have planned for Valentine’s Day.  This weeks theme is, of course, Our Sexy Valentine.  I have yet to write a Valentine’s Day scene, so I decided to excerpt from a scene that is pretty tender for my warrior/monk guys.  This is from Blood of Salar, Book 2 in the Masters and Mages series, which just happens to have been nominated by LR Cafe for Best Fantasy/Steampunk romance in 2015!

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Jamil slid his hand down to M’lan’s buttocks and cupped a cheek, fingers exploring the crease. “I was mad to come here,” he said, voice husky.

M’lan met Jamil’s hard stare straight on, even though the pressure of Jamil’s thigh against his stiffening cock was intensely distracting. “You were mad to think I’d go sit in a palace while everyone I care about, including you, is tossed about in this war.”

Jamil looked like he might argue further, but his expression softened, and for a brief moment he looked youthful and unsure, almost like a normal person. “I’m obsessed with you. I can’t think clearly, knowing you might be in danger.”

“Stay with me, then. Here.”

“And become a monk?” Jamil chuckled.

“Why not?” M’lan tried to imagine the warrior Jamil spending his days praying, fasting, and chanting and admitted to himself the image didn’t come easily.

“You and Ka’alar won’t rest until you enslave me entirely,” Jamil complained as he massaged M’lan’s ass.

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Blurb:

M’lan, headmaster of the order of Ka’alar and Jamil Jarka, king’s assassin, find their impossible love challenged to the utmost as a rebellion sweeps them apart, sending Jamil on a dangerous mission to assassinate the rebel leader, General Charvat. Unknown to anyone, Charvat is on his way to the temple to exploit the headmaster’s magical abilities.

When the rebel army arrives, M’lan is thrust into a struggle against political and sexual dominance as Charvat attempts to break his resistance. Violence and death mount, awakening within M’lan both the powers of destruction and the desire for revenge.

On the trail of his prey, Jamil begins to question his devotion to M’lan as his once innocent lover transforms into a mage and invades the assassin’s thoughts and dreams. The closer Jamil draws to M’lan, the more he puts his life and his very soul at risk. Jamil soon realizes that his lover might prove to be more deadly than the man he was sent to kill.

A final confrontation between assassin and monk might destroy them both, but Jamil is relentless in his determination to rescue M’lan, for he knows that only his love can master the mage.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Matthias

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It’s My Sexy Saturday time again!  The theme this week is Our Sexy Boy (or Girl) and I’ve decided to share seven paragraphs from my work in progress, code name Matthias.  In this scene, Dylan, a reporter who’s trying to get the dirt on the successful and reclusive Matthias Krall, meets him face to face for the first time since they were in college together, ten years earlier.  He’s been chatting with one of Matthias’ handsome minions, Terrance, who was in the process of hitting on Dylan.

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Dylan looked away, fiddling with his glass again, thumbing away the condensation, wondering how to steer the conversation back to safer water. He was saved by the soft swoosh of the door opening.

He almost dropped the glass when none other than Matthias Krall walked in, casually dressed in black jeans and soft-looking black shirt. Terrance sprang to his feet and moved around the table, hands out.

“Matthias.” His grin could have lit up Safeco field all on its own.

“Terrance.” Matthias’s smile wasn’t near the wattage of Terrance’s, but the look in his eye was one of extreme pleasure. He took Terrance’s hands into his own. “Good to see you.”

Damn, his words carried weight. What might have been a throw away greeting from anyone else sounded like divine absolution on Matthias’ lips. Dylan felt invisible as the two men shared some sort of silent bond. Terrance was dead wrong about that. Matthias did believe in emotional bondage, only to him alone.

Dylan took a quick gulp of water, grateful for the respite that gave him a chance to absorb Matthias’ presence before having to interact with him. Matthias was, of course, handsome beyond reason, the years having refined and chiseled his aristocratic features rather than soften them. His crystal blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, set off by his dark complexion and raven black hair. He was as lean and powerful looking as ever, maybe more so. His jeans fit perfectly. He’d rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a thin copper bracelet on each wrist. Dylan was a sucker for bling that accentuated the elegant lines of the masculine form.

He swallowed hard and worked on crafting the neutral, slightly wide-eyed and innocent expression that had served him so well in the past. People were only too willing to believe a certain dullness on the part of a too-pretty writer, as Dylan had been called more often than he cared to recall. But would Matthias believe it?

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Luxury

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Happy Sexy New Year!  Welcome to the first My Sexy Saturday blog hop of 2016.  The theme is Our Sexy New Year and guess what? I got nothin’!  So in honor of our seven word, seven sentence, seven paragraph guideline, I went to page 77 of my new release, Curse of Salar, and this is what I found:

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Even during his time as first officer in the minister’s personal guard, Rayn had never experienced such luxury. While the prince’s quarters were not exactly opulent or dripping with riches, every small detail within them was the rarest, most exotic and exquisite of its kind, much like the prince himself.

Rayn stretched out on silk sheets woven by the finest craftswomen along the sea of Kush. The natural coolness of the fiber was a delight against his overheated skin.

He should leave before the palace began to stir. He ached to be inside Dezra again, but he enjoyed watching the prince sleep. Without the twin dogs of worry and suspicion harrying him, Dezra’s beauty shone through.

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Blurb for Masters and Mages 3: Curse of Salar

In the desert kingdom of Jahar, the rule of mages has been overthrown and the ancient lineage of sorcerer kings wiped out. Prince Dezra and his sister are the last living members of the royal family and are held prisoners in their ancestral palace.

Prince Dezra 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 Nevar. Dezra is irresistibly drawn to the rough soldier and his longing for a simple sexual encounter quickly morphs into a dangerous obsession.

Captain Rayn Nevar knows he should stay far away from Prince Dezra, but his desire for the beautiful young man overrides all common sense. Despite the fact that Dezra’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 Dezra’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 Dezra’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 Dezra must decide if ultimate power is worth the ultimate sacrifice.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Bells on Their Toes

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Happy Last Shopping Weekend Before Christmas!   This week on My Sexy Saturday the theme is Our Sexy Holidays.  I’ll admit to stealing an idea I saw on a blog last week, in which writers took characters from one of their books and dropped them into the chaos of Black Friday.  I couldn’t help but imagining my dark elf Zeke from Betwixt and Between coming in contact in with Santa’s elves in the mall, and what he might think about how his race is depicted. If I get ambitious I might finish the story and post it for the holidays.  In the meantime, hope you enjoy these seven paragraphs.

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Ian squeezed out of the mob in the games aisle with the last box of Star Wars Legos clutched in both hands, and was horrified to find himself face to face with a twenty foot tinsle-swathed Christmas tree, a bleary-eyed Santa, three irritable elf impersonators and line of squealing, screaming, crying, shouting kids and their parents that extended all the way to perfumes. Where the hell was Zeke? They had to pay for the damn toy and get the hell out of this winter nuthouse land.

Through the muzak version of Jingle Bells and the tumult of the Meet and Be Terrified by Santa line, a deep voice growled in his ear, “Those are supposed to be elves? In my entire life I’ve never seen an elf who looked like that.”

Zeke’s heat enveloped Ian and he relaxed, the crowd becoming a distant whirlpool of color and noise.

“That is what happens when elves hide from humans for a thousand years. Memories become distorted and, well, wrong.”

They both stared at the humans with enormous plastic ears, extended red noses and huge padded slippers ending in curled toes with bells on the tips, not to mention the entirely ludicrous attire of tights, odd little tunics and pointy hats.

“If anything, they look like trolls. Skinny little trolls,” Ian said.

“Trolls wouldn’t be caught dead with bells on their toes.”

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