My Sexy Saturday ~ And Who Are You Exactly?

February 7, 2015 by Alexis Duran

When I read the theme for this week’s My Sexy Saturday blog hop, which is My Sexy First Date, it quickly dawned on me that my characters never go on dates. Maybe that’s because I write mostly fantasy so normal activities like dating never seem to fit into the plot. Or maybe my characters are too weird and conflicted to actually ask someone out on a date. Or maybe it’s because I love the enemies to lovers trope so much they’re usually too busy fighting and scheming to sit down and have a glass of wine with each other. So this week’s seven paragraphs, which isn’t actually a date, is about as close as I’ve gotten to writing one. This is the first time Ian and Zeke meet face to face, and it happens in a coffeeshop, so its kinda sorta like a date (OK, not really). I posted from this scene out of Dark Heart a few Saturdays back, so click here if you want to catch up. Zeke, by the way, is a dark elf who’s courting Ian. Ian has yet to discover his true nature. He speaks first.

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

“My name is Ezekiel. 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.” He 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.”

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Would this guy make a great dark elf or what?

Don’t forget to visit the other writers participating in this week’s hop– wether it’s seven words, seven sentences or seven paragraphs, it’s all sexy, it’s all fun and it’s all free!

My Sexy Saturday ~ Desirable and Deadly

January 31, 2015 by Alexis Duran

It’s Saturday and that means it’s time for some smokin’ hot snippets in the form of seven words, seven sentences or seven paragraphs. Don’t forget to visit My Sexy Saturday to continue warming up your wintry day. This week’s theme is “My Sexy Thoughts”, in which our characters muse, ponder and dream about the one they love. My seven lines this week are from my very soon to be released (March 3rd!) Blood of Salar, which continues the story of M’lan and Jamil a few months after the end of Touch of Salar.

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Jamil tossed his pack to the ground, peeled off his cloak and shirt, and began to undo the buckle holding his bandolier in place.

M’lan’s desire surged stronger than before as he watched Jamil undress. The perfect body M’lan first admired in the healing temple was now even more lithe and powerful. Jamil had benefited not only from the healing of his wounds, but also from the release of the rage and fear bound to each injury and buried deep in his psyche. His smooth muscles rippled in the half-light, causing the elaborate tattoo of shard vines and snakes running down his back to move as if alive. Like the god Ka’alar shedding his serpent skin, Jamil moved with supreme grace and confidence. That made him both desirable and deadly.

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This photo inspired Jamil’s tattoo, along with a lot of other sexy thoughts.

My Sexy Saturday ~ Evil Elf Visits Starbucks

January 17, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another sizzling episode of My Sexy Saturday. The theme this week is “I’m so sexy”, in which we get to introduce those characters who are hot, hot, hot and probably know it. My sexy character, Zeke the elf with evil intentions, definitely knows it. I’m sharing seven paragraphs from my contemporary m/m fantasy, Dark Heart. Not yet published but hopefully (fingers crossed) soon to see the light of day.

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The door opened, a gust of wet wind blew in, and time stopped. Ezekiel stood in front of the door as it closed. He’d changed his clothes. He wore jeans and a close-fitting black leather jacket. Unlike the musketeer coat, it showed off his slim waist as well as his broad shoulders. His black silk shirt was open at the neck. Sunglasses hid the magical eyes, but there was no mistaking the evil elf.

He scanned the shop a bit then walked straight for Ian’s table. He stopped so close Ian could smell the salt air and deep woods piney scent wafting off his skin, 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 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. Ezekiel sat down directly across from Ian. He pushed his glasses back into his hair, unveiling the eyes.

“Why do you resist me, Ian?” he said. 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, grey, silver. He turned Ian’s hand over, smoothed out the clenched fingers and ran a finger along his palm. “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.”

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My Sexy Saturday ~ Resolutions

January 10, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Happy Saturday! It’s been a while since I’ve participated in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop, so it’s appropriate I’m coming back for the Resolutions themed hop. One of my many resolutions is to share, play and participate more with all the lovely readers and writers online.

My seven paragraphs this week are from an untitled story in my long-planned, yet to be written Recovery Romance series. There’s a resolution that needs to be made, but has Damien hit his bottom yet?

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Damien hoped to hell Mason wouldn’t be home when he crept guilt-ridden into their apartment. Give him time to shower at least, burn the clothes, come up with some excuse…no, there was no point in stories any more. Like a politician wracking up blowjobs from interns, it was better to come clean than lie.

He pushed away from the brick wall and continued up the slope. His debauched adventure had ended on the unfashionable side of Capitol Hill. He lived on Queen Anne and had a long slog home. He hoped Seattle’s salty breeze would clear his head and blow away some of the strange man funk that clung to him like sticky cobwebs. That was the worse thing. It didn’t mean anything of course, this forgotten sex, but now he’d have to get checked again for STDs and Mason would give him that contemptuous, holier than thou attitude for weeks and…shit.

Sunday. Mason was due back last Friday night. Damien had even planned a nice dinner to kick off their epic three-weeks-apart fucking reunion. He wasn’t much of a cook but he could do spaghetti sauce. He’d bought fresh tomatoes, garlic, the works.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pushed his fingers into his hair and muttered under his breath, well aware of people stepping to the far side of the sidewalk to avoid him. Little dogs barked angrily as he lurched past.

This was bad. Mason had arrived from Paris Friday night to an empty apartment. He’d waited, worried, freaked out. He had two full days to get into a complete froth. Damien’s head hurt thinking about it. His feet hurt because he hadn’t been able to find his socks and his sneakers chafed his heels after the first mile of his walk of shame.

Maybe, maybe it was time to admit he had a problem. For real. Maybe he should go straight to an AA meeting instead of home to face his lover’s pain. Anything, even walking over hot coals or listening to old bums pontificate about their higher power sounded better than watching Mason’s heart break again, see the suffering cloud his beautiful eyes and know it was entirely due to Damien’s lack of control.

But no way was Damien going anywhere looking and smelling like he did. The one time he’d gone to AA to get Mason off his back, he’d been well turned out and had looked down on all the mangy losers assembled in the basement of the sad Baptist church. Now the losers would be looking down on him, thanking their higher power they’d never fallen as low as he obviously had. No. He’d just have to convince Mason he was too sick and damaged to fight. Put off the confrontation, think of some way to make up. He had to. Without Mason, he wouldn’t survive.

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Guard Your Heart

October 25, 2014 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to the Halloween edition of My Sexy Saturday ~Don’t forget to click the link and keep hopping for a spooktastic selection of steamy fiction.

It’s been awhile since I participated, but I couldn’t resist the spooky theme. Also, it just happens my erotic fantasy, To Catch a Threeve, will be released this Tuesday, so I thought I’d share a selection of seven paragraphs in which Constable Axel Blackwood and Threeve Bryn Darrow “get to know each other”. Despite knowing perfectly well that threeves are dangerous and diabolical folk, Axel can’t help being attracted to the thief he’s just caught, who resembles Axel’s lost love, Liam.

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He snorted and wriggled against his bonds. Nothing about his body language was like Liam. Liam had been graceful, easy, and relaxed in his strength. This sneak was strong, but more like a coiled snake, ready to strike.

Like a threeve, Axel thought. Drummond had suggested half-threeve. Was that even possible?

Now that he looked at the sneak with eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed more threevish attributes. The large eyes were slanted, almost like a fox’s. The tips of his ears poked out of the thick hair, longer and pointier than any human’s. Had Liam looked like that?

“You’re a chatty one.” The sneak stretched out his spine and looked around. “Why do you hate threeves?”

“Why do you work for them? Why do you work their dark magic?”

“I asked first.”

To Axel’s irritation, the sneak smiled. It transformed him from strange forest creature to beautiful young man. Guard your heart, Axel.

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Release date October 28th

Official Blurb for To Catch a Threeve ~ Release date October 28th ~

Axel Blackwood catches a thief and is astounded to see that he closely resembles Liam Alloway, the love he lost seven years ago in an attack by the evil woodland folk known as threeves. Axel suspects he’s fallen prey to dark magic, but can’t help becoming infatuated with his prisoner. He’s overwhelmed with the hope that he can at last bring his lost lover home, despite everything that warns him it’s all a diabolical trick.

Bryn Darrow, the half-threeve, half human orphan sent to trick Axel and rob him of much more than a simple gem finds himself equally as fascinated with his handsome human captor and the lure of someplace to call home, but he knows deep down that the constable is in love with a dangerous illusion. When he’s commanded by the threeves to murder Axel and steal a witch’s powerful grimoire, he’s forced to decide between the only family he’s ever known and the one person who might rescue him from a life of isolation and pain.

Will Axel and Bryn be forced into a deadly confrontation before they can discover the truth?

My Sexy Saturday #3 ~ Blood of Salar

August 23, 2014 by Alexis Duran

Time for another play date with the writers of My Sexy Saturday. Wether you’re a reader, writer or both, there’s plenty of steamy fun to be had by clicking the link and checking out the amazing selection of excerpts. Writers of sizzling hot fiction will share either 7 words, 7 lines or 7 paragraphs from one of their works. This week’s theme is “what happens after you say The End?” Well, I haven’t written any sequels yet except for the next novella in the Masters & Mages series. Currently titled Blood of Salar, I’m a tad reluctant to reveal too much about what’s happened to our heroes, so I thought I’d offer 7 sentences designed to wet your appetite.

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From Blood of Salar, sequel to my current release, Touch of Salar:

“I beg you to be supremely careful. No more nude dips alone at night, please.”

“It worked out well tonight.”

“But I won’t be here the next time. I wish you’d let me protect you.”

“I can’t leave, not yet. You know that.”

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About Touch of Salar

In a world ruled by tyrannical kings and fickle gods, the young monk M’lan finds himself at the center of royal intrigue as his healing powers attract the attention of his superiors. When he learns the handsome warrior whose body he’s tending to is not only a noble, but a king’s assassin, any attachment to him might prove fatal. Despite the danger, he can’t stop himself from falling in love. Can he risk the abandon of passion when a slip of the tongue might force his lover to execute him?

Major Jamil Jarka comes to the temple with one intention—heal his wounds so he can return to the fight against the rebellion. When the monk assigned to him turns out to be stunningly attractive, he sees this as a pleasant distraction, no more. But soon he finds himself becoming obsessed with M’lan and is torn between the fear of betrayal and the lure of love.

Sinister forces strive to turn the monk and the warrior against each other—a conflict neither will survive if they cannot trust their lives to love and the healing power of Salar.