My Sexy Saturday #2 ~ Dark Heart

Welcome to my second outing on the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop, a gathering of writers and readers who love romance in its many splendorous forms.

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This week’s theme  is characters who know they’re sexy.  I rifled through my many stories for the character who’s most confident, most assured of his power to attract and came upon Zeke here from my current WIP, the contemporary fantasy Dark Heart.  Ezekiel knows what he wants and he knows how to get it.  Last week I went with seven words, this time I swing the other way with seven paragraphs, which happens to fit the entire opening scene!  Hope you enjoy it.

Dark Heart

Even as the first haunting cords drifted up the cement stairwell, Ezekiel detected a nibble on his bait. He pressed his bow more firmly to the strings on his violin and pulled his elbow back. His prey drew closer.

He’d had his doubts about setting up in midday and in such a busy, public spot, but a tug at his instincts had guided him here. He’d learned over the centuries to never ignore that tug. The music echoed nicely, penetrating the dull roar of the Pike Street Market above and the viaduct below. From the open staircase, he had a partial view of the waterfront and Puget Sound beyond.

He’d set up on a landing below street level on the stairs that led from the waterfront to the market. On a rainy Tuesday in February, the market wasn’t the teeming morass of humans that it was normally and Zeke easily sensed the motions of the Liosa as it descended the stairs.

He threw a little more passion into Smetana’s symphonic poem, Vltava. The lines cast out by the music shimmered darkly in the dull light. Like the strings on his violin, the lines vibrated and cast sounds that only he could hear. The Liosa’s thoughts whispered in his ear. It was cautious, but curious. Untrained. Zeke detected no magical protections and thanked his lucky stars for this gift.

Don’t lap at the blood before it is spilled, he cautioned himself. Though he sensed his prey was utterly unaware of the trap, he could be easily spooked if Zeke revealed any of his power too soon. And so he played on, risking only a quick peek from beneath his eyelashes.

The Liosa had paused a few steps up from the landing, just past the wall that blocked the view of the rest of the stairs. He lingered in the shadows, but did not radiate any fear. Zeke caught a glimpse of wind tousled blond hair, large dark eyes, a lumpy grey coat and battered grey sneakers. He pulled some of the Liosa’s essence toward him along the strings and conjured a better picture. A young human male, slim and tasty. His favorite form. He had the dark mocha eyes of the High Wood Alfar, but Zeke recognized no clan markings, no talismans, no link to the past. This was most excellent. No one would miss him. A fresh, unclaimed source of power, his for the taking. Even the dark queen, Ellora, might not be aware of him.

The Liosa had a camera and was about to take Zeke’s photo. He was as good as caught.

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Dark Heart is nearly finished, so I hope it will be coming to an e-reader near you soon.

This month I’m blog hopping. Stop by one of these sites for a chance to win a gift certificate to Loose Id!

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My Sexy Saturday, The First Time

Hello and welcome to my blog!  This is my first outing on the My Sexy Saturday blog hop.  I felt challenged by the  7 word limit option, so that’s what I went with this time.  The snip is from my current WIP, the sequel to Touch of Salar.  Enjoy, and don’t forget to check out the other fabulous authors participating in the hop. And, if you just can’t get enough, my post for Seductive Studs & Sirens is just below this one.

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He wanted to say yes so badly.

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Ta da! Well, that was fun.  See you next week.

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Weekend Writing Warriors #18

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Greetings everyone.  It’s good to be back. I was in the San Juan Islands last week and missed a Sunday. Can’t wait to catch up on all the fabulous stories unfolding over at the WWW Hop.  Due to awesome timing on my part, I was out of town when my book launch occurred, so my self-promotion has been spotty.  So, did you hear? Touch of Salar is now available at a fine ebook vendor near you!

On to the snippet!  I’m now posting from my recently finished erotic fantasy, To Catch a Threeve, which is sitting in my editor’s submission pile, so I get to chew my nails over this one for several more weeks.

To Catch a Threeve  (We last left Constable Axel Blackwood in the forest, aware that he is being stalked by an unknown presence)

Mint and meadow larkspur, a combination often used by hunters to disguise their presence from animals, stood out against the usual smells of the deep forest, alerting Axel to the nearness of the interloper.

Whoever tracked Axel was good.  The only reason the constable had noticed he was being followed was thanks to a protective spell he’d learned from the old witch Talesin. A web of magical energy alerted him when the same presence passed through it more than once. This particular, non-animal presence had crossed the web five times since last night. Tonight was the first time Axel had detected him with his ordinary human senses. He suspected his stalker was getting desperate. Tomorrow, Axel and Drummond would reach the fortress of Lord Thorburn and the opportunity for mischief would be lost.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from 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 copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com

Starry Nights Summer Hop Wrap Up

SFRBBH2Greetings and thank you to everyone who participated in the SFR Brigade Summer Hop.  By all accounts it was a successful and enjoyable affair.

I have to apologize for the delay in selecting the winner of my giveaway. As it happened, I drove home from Seattle the last day of the hop and basically crashed and burned (mentally, not actually) for a solid 24.  So here I go to activate the highly scientific method of placing names in a hat and drawing the winning commentator.  The hat is a fez, by the way, just so you can visualize this exciting moment As It Occurred!

And the winner of the $10 Loose Id gift certificate is – rhireading!

The grand prize winners of the SFR Contest are:

1st – Meri Bee
2nd Sierra McBride
3rd Alan Saxon, Melissa Weeks, Blair Smyth

Thank you everyone for playing along.  Happy reading and many happy starry nights to you all.

BTW, it’s never too late to mosey on over to the SFR Website and treat yourself to some fabulous new writers!

Weekend Writing Warriors #15

 

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And now for something completely different.  In celebration of completing my current WIP, I’ve decided to post a few snippets from the first chapter. To Catch A Threeve is high fantasy, with swords, castles, witches, hunky constables, sexy thieves, and oh, yeah, threeves. Stay tuned to find out what the heck a threeve is.

 

To Catch a Threeve

As the crescent moon sank behind the jagged line of the Lacknor Mountains, shadows merged in the depth of the forest, smothering the last of the light. An oppressive stillness was disturbed only by the thud of hooves on a narrow dirt road. That too ended when the rider reined in his horse and waited, chin lowered to chest.

The man formed a silhouette against the shadows, draped in a black cloak and mounted on a black horse. His boots and hair were also black and his sword sheathed in black leather. If any dared draw close enough, they’d see eyes the shade of storm clouds and a gaze that pierced the dark with an uncanny light.

Constable Axel Blackwood barely breathed as he listened for signs of his stalker. Except for the heavy panting of his horse, the creak of his leather saddle and his own heartbeat, nothing out of place disturbed the quiet.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from 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 copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com

Weekend Writing Warriors #5

This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors.  Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from 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.  Click the link above or copy & paste this address: www.wewriwa.com

(If you’re interested in reading what’s come before, Salar excerpts are collected in the Weekend Warriors Snippets category in the sidebar.  Soon I will figure out how to present them in more reader-friendly fashion.)

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Curse of Salar

“I’m sorry about your father,” Mira said, “May Ka’atar assist his passage.”

“I am most grateful for your blessing, my Lord,”  Timon filled his cup and bowed again.  They always spoke formally, even during sex. It amused Mira, and saddened him.  Timon was a hand taller than him, well-muscled for a house servant, lean, with hair the color of desert sand and pale blue eyes.  He had a smooth, attractive face, which was why the premier’s agents picked him; they were always trying to guess who might entrance Mira enough to earn his trust. So far they’d failed, he trusted no one.  He found it easy enough to pretend with Timon and Lashmi, although it pained him to watch them love him and be torn apart by conflicting loyalties.

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Good Almost-News!  An editor has asked for the full manuscript of Touch of Salar, the first in the series.  She said a lot of positive things about the first three chapters, so my hopes are high.  Keep your fingers crossed!

Curse of Salar is an m/m erotic fantasy novella, third in a series set in the world of Salar.  Prince Mira, along with his sister, is the last in the royal line of Jahar, a ruling family of powerful magicians. Mira and Alandra are held as virtual captives in their family’s own palace, kept alive to placate the masses of peasants who are traditional royalists and still believe in the fabled powers of the Jahar. Mira chafes under confinement and dreams of escaping.  Rayn Matisse is a soldier in the rebel army. He has no interest whatsoever in seeing the royals reinstated until he meets Mira and begins to fall under the prince’s magical sway.  Rayn’s people were cursed by the Jahar centuries ago, and though long thought to be a myth, the curse begins to assert its powers once again. As assassination and rebellion upset the false calm of the kingdom, Rayn finds himself torn between love and fear of the young man who possesses an uncanny ability to control him.