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My Sexy Saturday ~ Keep Looking

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday.  This week’s theme is “I’ve got you, Babe.” I had a hard time coming up with an excerpt to match the theme, maybe because I’m always busy tearing my couples apart.  So this week’s seven is from an upcoming contemporary fantasy: title-yet-to-be-announced, in which my lovers, Zeke and Ian, got each other, but only oh-so briefly.

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“I’ve searched for you my whole life.” Ian fingered sweaty strands of hair from Zeke’s face.

“Keep looking. Promise me you will keep looking.”

“If you don’t leave, I won’t have to.”

“It’s not my choice.” Zeke let go of Ian’s hand and his body faded,everything except the eyes.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Ten Years of Waiting

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is A Long Sexy Time and I just happen to have the perfect WIP to mine for sexy goodies.  Rainshadow tells the story of Devin’s return to his home town of Friday Harbor after a fantasy romance goes terribly wrong, and the second chance this gives Jake Shelton, who’s had a crush on Devin since high school.  This scene is the first time they meet after Devin’s return.

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Jake finally made it to the lounge of the huge yacht and was stunned to see Devin Chase standing behind the chrome bar, drumming his fingers on the glossy surface. It took Jake a second to register that Devin was working for the caterers, not attending the party as a guest. He wore a white button down shirt that set off his Mediterranean tan and his blond hair refracted the light of the sunset. Jake tried not to stare and failed.

Devin was dreamily gazing out the windows and Jake wondered if he was pining for the yachting life. Hell, Jake had a sailboat. Sure it might barely qualify as a lifeboat on Count what’s-his-name’s yacht, but he sure wouldn’t mind whisking Devin off to wherever it was he was dreaming about.

Devin emerged from his daydream and noticed he had a customer. His eyes widened when he saw Jake standing there. After an awkward beat, he said “Hi, Jake,” and stood frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Hey, Dev, I didn’t know you were working for Luke and Kim.”

“Then you must be the last person in Friday Harbor to find out. What can I get for you?”

“Just a beer, thanks. I’ve been in Seattle for a couple weeks drumming up business, meeting with clients. Guess I’m out of the loop.”

Devin finished pouring the beer and set the glass on a little napkin. Their eyes met and Jake’s heart lurched. He couldn’t believe how intense his reaction to Devin still was. If anything, it had gotten worse. Ten years of waiting for someone better, or even equal to come along had ended with Jake still alone and still fantasizing about the brown eyes that now regarded him with an inscrutable expression. The entire party faded away for a moment and it was like the first time they’d exchanged such an extended look. There wasn’t a doubt in Jake’s mind that he had to have this man or go insane with desire.

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Don’t forget to continue the hop to check out more sexy snippets from the other participants.  Seven words, seven lines or seven paragraphs of steamy fun await at My Sexy Saturday main page.

 

My Sexy Saturday ~ Jump

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday ~ the hop where writers of steamy fiction gather together to share some tasty tidbits in doses of seven words, seven sentences or seven paragraphs.  This week’s them is  “Sexy Me Up”, which I’m interpreting to mean a change in a character’s demeanor, attitude and/or looks, all for the sexier.

My seven paragraphs are from an untitled M/M SF erotic novella-in-progress.  I think this scene pretty much speaks for itself.

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Sergeant Jordan Lann set his drink down on the shiny black table and peered across the murky bar, not believing his eyes. He’d only had one drink. Strong, sure, designed to taste like an earthside margarita with the wallop of real To Kill Ya, but not strong enough to make him start seeing things. So after a moment he was willing to accept that it really was Ezra Eleven walking toward him across the Bally Lounge’s dirt strewn floor.

Lann wasn’t the only one gaping in surprise. ZJ and Burn were there too, whispering excitedly to each other. Other eyes trailed the apparition. Lann knew what they were thinking. Where had this fine young fellow been hiding himself? Ezra had never made an appearance in one of the bars before, as far as Lann knew, and Lann would know, because he’d been obsessed with Ezra ever since he’d first met him.

At first, it had been all about looks. Ezra was beautiful, with large brown eyes and thick cocoa brown hair shot through with golden highlights that he kept in a short messy tangle, as if he’d never heard about a comb. He was slim and lithely muscular, like a cat. He was also haunted, that was obvious. His eyes darted around like he expected to be pounced on at any moment. The longer Lann pursued him and was rejected by him, the more he sensed a smoldering passion buried deep within the ice-cold linker. It drove him wild to think about it, and he thought about it a lot.

The Ezra walking toward him was a changed man. Maybe he had hit his head after all. Maybe the docs had loaded him up on mood altering drugs. His eyes weren’t furtively checking the corners, but remained steadfastly on Lann’s face, an amused smile playing around those wonderful lips. His usual stiff posture had relaxed into an easy stride, as if he patrolled the pickup scene every day instead of never.

Needless to say, Lann’s interest was piqued. His cock went from mildly alert to stiff as an iron rod in ten seconds flat. Ezra stopped beside Lann’s table and looked down on him squirming there, obviously enjoying the affect he was having on everyone, not just Lann.

“Mind if I join you?” Ezra asked. He didn’t sound doped up, but there were all kinds of dope available in the station.

“Not at all.” Lann leaned back and tried to relax. It wasn’t like Ezra could say “jump” and he’d ask “how high?”

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Stay With Me

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday.  This week’s theme is “Sexy Me Once”, inspired by the lyrics “Kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again, it’s been a long, long time”.  Interpretation is open, and to me the line speaks of lovers separated, coming together briefly, knowing they’ll soon be apart.  This is what’s happening in this scene between Jamil and M’lan from Blood of Salar, my newly released m/m fantasy.  The assassin and the monk are finding that their lifestyles are not exactly compatible, but they’re determined to make it work.

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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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Blood of Salar 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, knowing that only his love can master the mage.

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My Sexy Saturday ~ This Sea of Magic

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This week on My Sexy Saturday, we’re exploring the theme “My Sexy Addiction”, with these lines from the song “Addicted to Love” for inspiration ~ Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.  Doesn’t that apply to all of us who love romance?  It certainly applies to the main characters in my new m/m fantasy novel, Blood of Salar (release date March 3).  In the case of this fantasy world, their love for each other is not only entrancing, consuming and dangerous, but it is necessary for their survival.  My sexy seven is from a scene where they finally begin to accept this truth.

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“You are my anchor in this sea of magic,” M’lan said.

“So it appears.” Jamil sat up, straightened his clothing, and looked around for M’lan’s. “Maybe that’s what the mages of old were missing.”

“Love?” M’lan whispered. He appeared so fascinated by this theory, eyes wide, that Jamil’s heart clenched.

“Someone to put them in their place,” he said gruffly.

M’lan got up on his knees, took Jamil’s face in his hands, and kissed him—a deep, warm kiss rough with the force of ownership. He pulled back.

“You must never leave me,” he commanded.

Again, Jamil thought of his dream, of the imprisonment he feared. But this, this bondage he could endure. Gladly.

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Here’s the blurb for Blood of Salar, Release date March 3:

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, knowing that only his love can master the mage.

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FYI, I’m participating in the Cold Nights…Hot Reads Blog Hop.  There are a bunch of chances to win cool giveaways, including the grand prize of $125 Gift Card!  I’m giving away a copy of the first book in the Masters and Mages series, Touch of Salar. Check it out, warm up your tootsies by the heat of some steamy reads, and win stuff. What’s not to like?

My Sexy Saturday ~ Together. On Purpose.

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Welcome to my surly little corner of My Sexy Saturday’s Valentine’s Day Blog Hop.  I’ve never been much into this holiday, but that won’t stop me from playing along.  To get your V-Day off to a rousing start, click the link and continue the hop.  I’m sure lots of the other writers will be doing our Valentine’s Day theme up right.  I however, relate to Eli, the MC in my space opera, From Mars, With Love.  He’s not much into intimacy, and hasn’t had much luck with love.  When tall, dark and mysterious intergalactic entrepeneur Zane Ravenna takes more than a sexual interest in him, he finds it a little hard to swallow.

Zane speaks first.

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“You really never heard of V-Day on the ground?” For the first time since Eli had met him, Zane looked the slightest bit uncomfortable. “It’s a holiday set aside for the celebration of romantic love.”

“So what’s that got to do with us?” Eli asked, still feeling petulant about the groundling comment.

Zane moved in close enough to tickle Eli’s ear with his breath and send those annoying electric currents shooting beneath his skin. “I thought that since we’re lovers now—”

“Is that we’re calling it?” Now it was Eli’s turn to feel uncomfortable. The sudden rush of heat to his face made his bad mood worse.

“That’s what I’m calling it. I thought we could do something. Together. On purpose.”

“To celebrate that we’re finally fucking?”

Zane sighed and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “I want to show you my ship.”

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