Monthly Archives: January 2014

Arjun and Thomas Take Over the World! By Eva Lefoy (@eva_lefoy) #MM #romance #1NS #mumbai

I have the lovely and talented Eva Lefoy visiting me today to celebrate the release of her new MM novella, Lover Enslaved. This looks fantastic and I can’t wait to read it!  Take it away, Eva. 🙂

Arjun Mukesh and Thomas Barkley are two characters from my novella, Lover Enslaved: 24 Hours in Mumbai. The book releases today from Decadent Publishing. Woot!

I think of any of the characters I’ve written, Arjun and Thomas are two that I’d most like to go hiking with. Arjun is an Indian male, a prostitute and he’s full of light and ease. He accepts his life, in the crazy metropolis of Mumbai, India, as his preordained fate. He doesn’t question if there’s another for him – until he meets Thomas. Then, he must accept the possibility it even exists before he can grasp onto the change fate has given him.

Thomas is an American businessman who’s pretty jaded. He travels for work a lot and he’s seen far too much trouble. From the minute he finds Arjun’s pimp harassing him, Thomas goes into protection mode and before long, he starts falling for the dark-eyed beauty. Deep inside, he needs to rescue Arjun and make him his. But first he must deal with Arjun’s boss, Ranjeet, who’s little better than a snake with clothes. And, he must convince Arjun a new door can open for him, allowing him to try a new path.

So, I’d bring Arjun hiking with me for the stories and the laughter, and Thomas for the firepower in case I ran into any real-life snakes on the trail!

Here’s the blurb for Lover Enslaved:LoverEnslaved300

Stranded for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds a shot at redemption—but first, he has to survive it.

Indian male prostitute, Arjun Mukesh, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real affection, his heart begins to ache for more than a taste of the life he cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a fight.

Amidst a spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in America before it’s too late for both of them.

And if you’d like an excerpt…. Read on!

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Reveling in the gorgeous sight, Arjun came as well, something he never did with his clients, a part of himself he never let them see. This was Thomas, who already seemed a part of him. Not like a client but…a true lover. He came over his belly, the liquid warmth culminating their joining. The very real affection he felt for Thomas nearly breaking his heart.

The impact of Thomas collapsing on him stole his breath, sending waves of delicious security over him. His heart clenched and he closed his eyes, embracing Thomas and holding tight for however many seconds the glorious pleasure would last.

“Arjun.” Thomas kissed his neck, up the side of his face, his forehead, his lids, his nose, his chin, and then the other side. All the while, his fingers caressed and traced over the welts covering his back as though trying to erase them, replacing the bitter memories with new ones. With love.

Tears formed, unwelcome. No, he couldn’t think like that. The idea this man could really love him was too far-fetched.

Thomas gave him a squeeze. “That, Arjun, is how a man is supposed to make love. Do you understand the difference now?”

He whined out a soft “yes,” and Thomas immediately covered his mouth with a sweltering kiss. He melted into it with his whole heart and soul.

Long moments later, Thomas broke the kiss and sighed. “Arjun, that was…perfect. You’re perfect.” Thomas lifted him from the bed. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Thomas cradled him in his arms all the way to the shower, then set him on his feet gently. Protecting him from the first cold blasts of spray, he adjusted the water temperature. Then, even in the shower, he caressed and soothed with his hands. Arjun felt…cherished. Pampered. A piece of his heart he hadn’t known existed flowered into happiness and drifted freely toward the light, bringing more tears. He buried his head in Thomas’ shoulder and let the salty drops mix with the water and fall. They’re only tears from a whore. They are of no consequence.

Thomas washed them, his devilish hands partly fixed to their task but lingering in certain areas guaranteed to arouse heat. Before long, their cocks had hardened again.

“Ready for more?” Thomas asked.

“Yes, please.”

Thomas pinned him to the shower stall with his soapy body, rubbing his mouth and cock against him relentlessly, opening him to more long, slow loving. And, once more, storm clouds gathered in Arjun’s heart, drowning him with sorrow for a love he could never possess.

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Buy Links: Decadent  Amazon  Amazon UK 

Author Bio and Contact:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Eva-Lefoy/344907072265234

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Eva_Lefoy

Blog: http://writery.wordpress.com/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6656950.Eva_LeFoy

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Eva-Lefoy/e/B00CE0EY0G

Thanks for stopping in and congrats, Eva!

-Kimber


Sci-fi/Fantasy Book Bundle Giveaway!

The lovely Lyn Brittan put together this sweet little sci-fi romance giveaway! What’s the catch? A bundle of fantastic sci-fi reads up for the winning—there must be a catch! Nope! We’re crazy like that. Just click over to the Rafflecopter link at the bottom and throw your name in the virtual hat. In the mean time, in between time, I’ll give ya a little teaser from my alien/human romance “Star Catcher,” which happens to be in the prize pack, peeps!

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“Wow. That hair is even worse than I remembered,” she teased, as she laced her fingers through his.

“Your hair is more spleid than I remembered.”

Spleid?” She looked at him curiously.

Spleid is the name for the band of color that appears when light shines through water vapor. We use the word for anything wondrously beautiful.”

Her smile was the widest he had ever seen. Noth made a mental note to tell her such things frequently. It made her joyful. He could not believe it, but the human made him exceedingly content. A pleasant pressure built up in his chest whenever he looked at her. Additionally, there was the swelling he felt in his lower garments. Now he knew its origin; his cock was always pleased to be close to her.

When they arrived at Stella’s dorm, she gazed around her room before moving the wooden chair parked before her rudimentary data storage device. She scooted the seat over to a section of floor that did not have a fabric covering.

“That way I can sweep it up easily,” she informed him. “My electric broom doesn’t work for shit on the rug.”

“Shit on the rug?” He had no idea what she meant. The rug must be the fabric. His fingers raked through his choppy mane. “This is shit?”

Stella laughed loudly. It came from deep inside her and bubbled out like music. She was an astonishing creature. Everything about her intrigued him. He wanted to know and understand each aspect of her personality, her body, her being.

Unfortunately, that could never happen. A stabbing pain shot through his chest at the realization.

“This—” She stepped closer and ran her fingers through his irregular locks. “—is pretty shitty.”

She was grinning again, and Noth could not keep away. He leaned over and placed his lips on hers. Stella’s fingers slid down, twining into the hair on the back of his head. She pulled him in closer, offering her tongue. He met it with his own, and a low groan sounded from the back of his throat when her warm mouth responded so willingly.

She pulled away to skip kisses across his cheek and down his neck. Her sharp teeth tugged at the sensitive skin below his jaw. His brackligg already felt like a missile ready to fire. It was hard and heavy in his constricting pants. He knew only one solution for his problem. Well, maybe two.

“I want to put my cock inside of you.”

Stella stopped her nibbling and pulled back. “I’ve created a monster!” The corners of her mouth tilted up as she spoke.

He had not upset her. Good.

She spun free of his arms and walked to a battered door. After jerking it open, she bent over to grab a small pink bag out of the storage space. The thin fabric of her skirt pulled taut against her backside when she moved. Noth had an overwhelming urge to grab her hips and bury himself deep within her from behind.

If that makes me a monster, I want to be one. Blazing comets, do I want to!

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Happy Hopping and Don’t Forget to Check Out these Participating Blogs:

Pippa Jay http://pippajay.blogspot.com/

Eva LeFoy http://writery.wordpress.com/

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Lyn Brittan  http://www.lynbrittan.com

Pippa is also posting to the SciFi Romance Brigade Blog (http://www.sfrcontests.blogspot.com/).

-Kimber


Review: “Seven” by Adrienne Wilder

4 1/2 Shooters

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A past that won’t let go…

After losing his job, Chase Sarim finds himself living in a shit hole apartment. His new neighbor calls himself Seven, wears aluminum hats and carries around a ceramic rooster. He also seems to know what Chase is going to do or say before it happens, and talks about people named, Nine, Three, and Four.

Chase knows better than to get involved with someone like that.

But some men are just too hot to resist.

A future of fear…

Seven has been running for his life ever since he escaped Sub-Floor. In order to elude those hunting him he can never have a home, never have friends…and love? It’s nothing but a weakness that can be used against him.

Hiding had become a way of life. Until Chase.

Greed, power, and corruption…

Dr. David Stone knows Seven has a secret. Why else would his colleague, Dr. Radcliff, help Seven escape Sub-Floor?

It wasn’t the loss of a defective precog that bothered Stone, it was the fact Radcliff was willing to die to keep Stone from knowing why he did it. Or better yet, how.

Two men, one love, brought together by a series of impossible circumstances and destined by fate for an entangled future.

But maybe fate has nothing to do with it.

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Generally speaking, I adored this book. I love me some sci-fi and superhero yarns, so this checked off both boxes nicely. The MCs were likable and good together. The side characters were superb and absolutely my favorite part of the book. There were loads of them, all rich, and 3-D, and different from one another. Well done, Ms. Wilder (THE Joan Wilder?–I keep wanting to do that).

Seven’s crazy at the beginning is endearing and pulls you right in. Loved it. The pacing was fast and the plot action-packed.

The fact that I finished this read is testament to how fun it was. I used to leave no book unfinished. No longer. The rise of tripe out there has made me a love ’em or leave ’em kind of girl. I barely have time to read good books, let alone garbage. So why not the full 5 shooters, you ask? Just a couple little things.

I’d say my least favorite parts of “Seven” were the sex scenes. I know in MM they are par for the course and I’m not saying I don’t like a hot suck-fest as much as the next dirty girl—believe me, I do!— it just seemed they got in the way of a great story at times. Of course, the romance would not be as well-illustrated without them, but for me one or two of them detracted from the perfection of the book.

I was satisfied with the BJ scene at the beginning–totally hot, with this sort of needful abandon of reason that I enjoyed. The second sex scene was fine (yes, Seven had just almost bit it, but that didn’t bother me. One could even argue it was a reaffirmation of life if you wanted to get all deep and philosophical). By the time the third one rolled along I was unfortunately rolling my eyes. I think because Seven saw that Chase was going to die in the future and instead of warning him or coming up with a plan (turns out he only has to change the future to stop it, which has a whole set of ramifications) they end up in a hotel and screw. I don’t know—just didn’t work for me.

My other little niggle was the word “petted” or “pet.” The MCs are constantly petting each other. The first time I saw it I was like, “Oh, that’s a cute little twist on the word stroke.” But by the seventeenth time or so I was thinking, “Just fucking stroke him already!” But that is me. I have a hard time with word repetition, especially if it’s one that caught my eye in the first place. Petted did it.

So, other than these few peccadilloes, I loved this book. It was superbly written and well-edited—not easy to find in the self-published pool, let me tell ya. The plotting was fine-tuned, and the characters all popped, including the villain.

I will absolutely be reading the next book. Bring it on, Ms. Wilder.

-Kimber


Two Boys Playing Footsie

So, there I was doing my final editing pass on Double Takes, when I decided to add the term “footsie.” Now, I’m sure I’ve written about couples nudging each other under a table before and not called it “footsie,” but the term made me laugh, so I used it.

Anyway, I figured I should look it up and make sure I’m spelling footsie correctly, and that it isn’t something so specific that I’m mislabeling Gio’s adorable little slide of his foot up Lance’s calf (no, not his baby cow–that would be weird and have a different name—possibly Cowsie).

In my quest for footsie Nirvana, I found this fabulous gem of a “How to:”

Photo courtesy of WikiHow

So stellar. I had a momentary panic attack when I saw the woman had her shoe off. Shit! Can’t you play footsie with shoes on? And then he reciprocated, and it was all clear as the freakin’ ice cube in my martini: Guys don’t take their shoes off for footsie!

Okay, so they might. In fact, I’m writing a character right now who would totally take his shoes off, and probably sneak to the little boys room to roll on a knee-high for the occasion. You go, Kyrie! But, it isn’t required, and that’s the Wikipedia-style info I’ve garnered with this tutorial.

Hooray!  Footsie on, ye with penises!

Oh, and “Double Takes” is finally off to my publisher, Liquid Silver Books. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes. 🙂

-Kimber


Winter Wonder Man Blog Hop $50 Gift Card #giveaway and More!

Welcome to the Winter Wonder Man Blog Hop. I’m one of your many hosts, Kimber Vale. Our topic is sexy men who make your toes curl and keep you warm on those cold winter nights.

Well, here’s a babe who keeps my dreams spicy-hot.

Nothing I love more than a sexy singer covered in tattoos. Swoon. I’ve got a history of writing characters exactly like that, as a matter of fact. 😉

I’m days away from sending my second rock star book, Double Takes, Shooting Stars Book 2 to my publisher. To celebrate, I’ll include a snippet from that book.

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“Can’t be too careful, huh?” Gio said. Cities were cities, but still it seemed a little paranoid to lock your door just to walk down the stairs. Maybe he had an undesirable neighbor.

“Just a creature of habit, I guess,” Lance answered, as they stepped into his place. He dead bolted the door behind them. “Too many bad guys out there.”

“And yet you let me in.”

Lance turned to Gio with a serious expression.

“Are you a bad guy, Gio Savale? If you are, tell me now.” His face broke into a half-grin. “Yeah, it would shatter a decade-long fantasy. But if you’re here to spend the night, it’ll hurt much worse tomorrow.”

Gio’s stomach flip-flopped. Was he here to spend the night? And was he a good enough guy to live up to whatever Lance made him out to be?

I’m just a guy. Not a god. Not a hero. Hell and gone from perfect. Gio raked a hand through his hair as he searched for the truth. “My life’s a fucked-up mess.” He coughed a laugh. “I’m totally conflicted about even coming here…” He shook his head, asking for understanding with his eyes. “But I couldn’t stop myself.” Gio stepped closer to the man he’d inexplicably wanted since the first moment he saw him. “I’m just a guy who can’t get you out of my head. Is that good enough?”

Lance closed the distance between them. Their bodies nearly touched, and his warm hands reached up to frame Gio’s stubbled cheeks. “That’s perfect,” he said.

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If you love someone, set him free. If he steals something of yours, hunt him down and make him sorry. Alex Bremen is over Chance Ralan. Ever since his high school boyfriend ditched him nine years ago, Alex has barely thought of Chance at all. Sure, Alex attended a concert or two when his ex’s band, Armageddon Showdown, was in the area, but that was more curiosity than anything else. Who wouldn’t want to see firsthand how his once clean-cut boyfriend transformed into a pierced and tattooed heavy metal god? But when Chance has the nerve to record a love song Alex wrote for him years ago, Alex crosses the country to confront him. Revenge becomes a dish best served sizzling hot. The two men lock horns, but find the chemistry between them has only intensified with time, and occasionally love needs to do some growing up before it can be done right.

If you love someone, set him free. If he steals something of yours, hunt him down and make him sorry.

For my individual giveaway, I’ve got a $5 Amazon gift card.  Click on the Rafflecopter link below to enter.

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-Kimber

*****UPDATE! Thanks for playing, everyone! Donna Newman is my winner for the $5 gift card, and Joanne W. wins the $50 grand gift prize!


You Are Cordially Invited…

Anyone up for a manlove flash fiction blog hop?

Here’s the Link:

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The House of Manlove, our critique group, is hosting a Valentine’s Day blog hop.

We are looking for Flash M/M Romance of 1200 words or under with a Valentine’s Day theme.

You do not have to be previously published. Your story can be about established couples in a universe or setting from your own previously published work or WIP. Like a Christmas Coda, but for Valentine’s Day.

We do not want scenes or excerpts. We’re looking for story with all the story elements, and that elusive Flash ending that makes you laugh or nod your head or go “awww.”

We have seven writers lined up right now. That’s one a day for the week at this point, but we’d love to double and triple up on stories.

If you don’t have a blog but would like to participate, I will gladly post your story here on this blog.

Email me…

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5 Traits of an Irresistible Man

5 Traits of an Irresistible Man

Guest post by author Haley Whitehall

There are some traits that make men irresistible. Many surveys and studies have been done on the subject.  I write historical romance so I got to thinking have these traits changed over time? My conclusion is a resounding no. I think many of these traits have been a turn on for generations if not since cavemen days. I don’t really have a way to research my theory. See if you agree with me.

1. He radiates calm. An irresistible man exudes confidence. Women have a bad habit of worrying about everything. We need a man who can reassure us and put us at ease. Often a steady and peaceful gaze is all that it takes.

2. He is in shape. Yes, I know in a lot of romance novels the men are tall, muscular hunks, but in real life I don’t think men just need to take care of themselves. Appearance does matter when it comes to attraction, but it is only one piece of the puzzle.

3. He has a manly scent. Smell is the most powerful of our senses. Sometimes a man’s natural scent can turn a woman on. Other times it is the scent of where they work. Are they out in the woods? Around horses? Or, if they want a more refined scent, cologne can drive many women wild.

4. He is affectionate. There are many ways to show affection. A man holding my hand always makes me warm and fuzzy inside. An arm around the shoulder. A kiss. Giving you his coat when you’re cold. Saying “I love you.” All these little gestures of affection make a man irresistible.

5. He has a sexy smile. Okay. I think this is self-explanatory. Why do I think a sexy smile is so important? Eyes are the window into the soul. A genuine smile involves the eyes as well. And considering most human communication is through body language, I think a sexy smile says a lot about your love and attraction for your partner.

What other traits do you think make a man irresistible? In MIDNIGHT HEAT Allison is attracted to George instantly. Attraction is only the first step in a relationship. Learn about George and Allison’s journey.

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Blurb:

Living in St. Louis, Missouri is a nightmare for Allison. It is 1868, but for her slavery never ended. After enduring years of abuse, she reaches her breaking point. She sees a fiery death as her only escape. She did not expect to live through the night, but George came to her rescue and changed her plans. Now she has a chance to fulfill her dream of falling in love and having a normal relationship with a handsome black man. But will he accept her with her baggage and the dark secrets from her past?

At eighteen, George is ready to make his own way in the world. He leaves his brother’s farm and gets a job as a roustabout. Working on the Mississippi River gives him the freedom he craves. Going ashore one night he sees a shack along the waterfront on fire. He never expected to find a beautiful colored woman trapped inside. Protective instincts kicking in, he instantly wants to be her man and take care of her.

Will he be able to gain her trust and love or will the memories of Allison’s painful past burn their relationship to cinders before it has begun?

Excerpt:

George stood at the railing looking up at the stars, his mouth moving. Was he making a wish? She stood still, not wanting to interrupt him. She feasted upon his tall, muscular frame. His gray trousers fit him snuggly, showing off his tight ass.

George turned around and smiled. “I was wondering if you weren’t coming back down.”

“I had more ironing than I thought. I should have told you.” Why did she say that? He wasn’t her keeper.

“Just as long as you came back, it doesn’t bother me.”

His eyes quickly swept her frame. He had seen the pine green dress Mrs. Brown had given her many times, but he acted like this was the first.

“You are beautiful, Allison.”

She laughed. She looked like a freak with only half her eyebrows. “Thank you.”

He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing her skin chastely. His soft lips stirred her and made her ache for more.

“I saved a good spot for us,” he said, motioning for her to follow him.

A spot for us? He freely threw around the supposition they were together—which they weren’t. Still, she didn’t protest. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be closer to him, but she knew she didn’t want to push him away. They picked their way around the maze of barrels and crates, and poor and colored passengers to an area surrounded by cotton bales.

“Some privacy,” he said, a glint in his eye.

Why did they need privacy just to sleep? She gulped air. Or did he have something else in mind?

Buy Midnight Heat:

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Author Bio:

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.

Haley loves to connect with readers. You can find her here:

Twitter: http://twitter.com/HaleyWhitehall

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Procrastination Works for Me

Okay, it may not work for the almighty word count (hey, I’m up to 23,196 on my NaNoWriMo so nanny-nanny-boo-boo all you suckers who thought you had to get that shit done in a month).

No, seriously, I suck big fat ostrich…eggs when it comes to getting my writing done in a timely fashion. I’ve tried forcing it, but it simply won’t work for me that way. In the case of my NaNo, and current, WIP (Shooting Stars Book 3), I stopped after a week to work on edits for “Double Takes” so I could get that out to beta readers. Oh, and I started my November writathon a few days late because I had to finish DTs.

No, I still haven’t gotten DTs to my publisher. Screw you for judging me.

But, in my own slllloooooowwwww defense, my waiting-until-the-feeling-is just-right approach (and no, again, I was never like that with guys) is working for me now.

I’ve been mulling over my next scene in Shooting Stars Book 3—yes it has a title, and no I won’t tell you what it is because it is so fucking good and I am a weeeeeee bit paranoid a faster writer will rip that shit out from under me. Fuck, a dead writer could probably do it.

Shhhhhhh.

Where was I? Yeah, so I was trying to triangulate this scene (I was just doing some stupid math homework with the biggest hobbit. Forgive my triangulation), and I couldn’t quite make it work (not at all unlike this crazy 5th grade math homework. WTF????) so I slept on it.

I’m such a planner, I can’t sit down and write until it feels right, you know? I’ve heard of writing through writer’s block and that sounds swell, Beav, but if I don’t know what the hell I’m writing, then…  What the hell am I writing? Damn straight I’ll be re-writing.

I digress. It’s the wine.

So, I had a vague outline for my scene based on the events of senior week for my character’s college, which I found online. I didn’t really like how it all fit together, and if I don’t like it in my head, I sure as shit don’t like writing it. Anyway, come to find out the next day after I slept on it (okay, twice. Maybe three times) that the itinerary I was looking at was for the wrong school with a similar name. Freakin’ Google. I Googled it again with the correct name to double-check, and the wrong one came up again. Same city. Similar name. I guess Google prefers BC to BU.

So does my husband.

Long story too freakin’ long, I scrapped the whole thing. Not that I couldn’t pull the artistic license card. I could. It’s fiction. But it wasn’t right and I knew it.

I guess my point is that I’m psychic. And I procrastinate.

Oh! And I slept on this new information and came up with a fantastic new scene in which I was able to write in my old buddy Gio from “Double Takes.”

See? Taking your sweet ass time can pay off on occasion.

Pipe down all you NaNo winners who are on your third book since November. I’ve got my ears covered and I’m singing “La Cucaracha” at the top of my voice.

-Kimber


Playing Matchmaker: Guest Post by Shiloh Saddler

Playing Matchmaker

by Shiloh Saddler

Usually a friend or parent or co-worker will try to play matchmaker.  It seems single people are always being paired up. Or maybe that’s just my experience.  It is hard enough to go on a blind date solely on the advice of someone you know… can you imagine meeting your love through some ghosts playing matchmaker?

Saltwater Lover is set in America in 1800. Kojo is a man with a deep connection to the spirits. He always lives with one foot in this world and one foot in the spirit world. He chose to become a shaman because of his secret urgings to be with another man.  Normally he’d be expected to marry a woman in the village, but now he was married to his work, to the spirits. Except he was lonely…

The spirits knew this. The spirits know everything. So they devised a plan to get Kojo a lover. And, well, the spirits work in mysterious ways.

Miles Mather is the captain of a slaving vessel. Now forty years old he hasn’t had a lover in months. The young men don’t find him as appealing as they used to. And with his choice of partners being illegal it made looking for a lover tricky.

He sails to the African Coast for another cargo of slaves. The spirits do not warn Kojo the catchermen are coming. He is captured and taken to the shoreline with the others soon to be transported to a new life in America, a life in chains.

The spirits think Captain Mather and Kojo will be a good match. Their attraction is instant, but will they resist the forbidden relationship? Could a slave and slaver really fall in love?

Blurb:

In 1800, Kojo is a native African with deep connections to the spirits—but those spirits choose not to save him from the slaving ship. He’s captured and taken aboard, where he meets Captain Mather. During the long journey to America, not even the spirits can save him from their growing attraction. Love blooms. A doomed love. For when they land, Kojo’s fate is to be sold.

Captain Mather can’t imagine Kojo being treated as a slave. Desperate to spare him from that life, the captain hides him, taking him to his home. When he’s blackmailed by a mutinous former crewmember, there seems little choice but to sell his ship and pay. Anything to save the man he loves.

Excerpt:

When the captain reached him, Kojo’s pulse quickened, jumping several beats. The man’s green gaze scanned his muscular chest, glistening with sweat from the long walk. He wrapped a hand around Kojo’s chin, drawing his face gently toward him. His touch was not forceful as Kojo had expected, only enough pressure to direct the movement. The captain smelled of tobacco and rum and a spice Kojo couldn’t name. It was a manly, intoxicating scent.

The man’s calloused fingers trailed down Kojo’s neck, lingering for a moment at the base of his throat. Kojo felt the man’s hot breath on his lips, merely inches from his own. His round face and toned arms made it hard for Kojo to guess his age. A few strands of silver were mixed into his beard and at his hairline but were hard to see—perhaps forty?

Unbridled lust gleamed in the captain’s eyes and yet Kojo wasn’t terrified. It made him feel alive, wanted. Under the man’s predatory gaze, Kojo’s cock thickened, straining against the confines of his breechcloth. No man had looked at him or touched him like that before. And he liked it.

The captain smiled, the harshness in his eyes easing by a fraction.

Kojo’s cheeks burned.

One of the catchermen laughed, peering at Kojo’s loins.

The heat in Kojo’s cheeks spread throughout his whole body. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

The captain shouted at the laughing man and he shut up.

The muscular white man guarding him started arguing with the captain. Kojo didn’t know what they were saying, but the man pointed at him. The captain must have told the man to guard another section of slaves, because his guard changed.

Returning his attention to Kojo, he tipped up his chin as if to tell him not to be ashamed. Then he slipped his fingers around the sacred bead hanging on a piece of leather from his neck. Kojo figured the man was going to cut it off with the small knife hanging in a sheath on his belt. But he didn’t.

The captain’s hand barely brushed his chest as he let go of the bead. The contact was so light Kojo wondered if he had imagined it. Gooseflesh rose on his arms. Then he was gone, leaving him alone with his strange, unmet desires.

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Author Bio:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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