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BDSM Excerpt Week – Deceived (Galactic Betrayal 2)

Oct 2, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, book release, D/s, erotica, excerpts, m/m, sci fi

Deceived (Galactic Betrayal 2) by Silvia Violet

Blurb:

Several months after confessing his love for Lark, his former partner at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau, Derek Carlson is hired to extract a sniper from the Kraxnafton prison on Lithusia. He hopes the mission will allow him to uncover the identity of the traitor responsible for his own imprisonment.

Lark is certain the mission is a setup, but he won’t let Derek return to Lithusia alone. Derek is his now, and nothing is going to tear them apart–not a sniper out only for herself, not the IIB, not even the Kraxnafton torturers. Derek’s judgment is clouded by dark memories, and Lark must decide whom he can trust. The wrong choice would be fatal for both of them.

 

*Warning: This is an X-rated excerpt*

Lark’s heart slammed against his chest. The idea of Derek… he couldn’t even think it. He loved Derek so much. How the hell were they going to get past this? How could he banish Derek’s demons? Would catching the culprit at the IIB work? If so, the risk they were taking was well worth it. Until then, Lark had only one thing to offer. Derek couldn’t control what had happened to them, or whether they would ever find out who and how and why, but Derek could control Lark if Lark let him.

So much for making plans for the mission first.

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Lark unzipped his bag and pulled out a control collar, the same one Lark had used on Derek when he was Lark’s prisoner on Lancarina. When he’d decided to trust Derek not to betray him, he’d taken it off. Derek had sensed Lark’s deep need for submission and asked him to wear it. He had, and they’d used it several times since then, but Derek didn’t know Lark had brought it to Lithusia.

Derek turned around as Lark re-closed the bag. His eyes widened when he saw what Lark held. Lark could almost see the anger, fear, and uncertainly in him re- channeling themselves into lust.

He walked toward Derek on his knees and held up the collar and control box while keeping his gaze on the carpet. “Master me. Please.”

Derek sucked in his breath. Lark felt the quiver in his lover’s hand as he took the collar.

“Lark, are you sure?” Derek’s voice was soft, low.

“Please.” One way or another, Lark was going into the Krax prisons the next day. They might never see each other again. Lark needed to be touched all the way to his soul before he stepped into that hell.

“Please, what?” Derek’s commanding tone told Lark he’d agreed to play the game.

“Please, sir.”
Derek laid the cool bio-material against Lark’s neck,

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the long strand twined itself into a circlet, and the ends fused. Lark braced himself for the jolt he’d get as Derek connected the collar with his nervous system.

The current rocked him. He fell forward, catching himself on his hands. His body twitched with the aftereffects. Derek had never turned the pain setting up that far. This would be one hell of a night.

“Strip and get on the bed. I’m going to use you hard tonight. You’ve got your safe word if you need it.” Despite the pain still screaming through his limbs, Derek’s cold command and the knowledge that he held complete control over Lark had him rock hard. When Lark shoved his pants down, Derek stared at his bouncing cock.

“You’re certainly eager.”

Lark dared to look him in the eye. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

The look of pure desire in Derek’s eyes let Lark know he’d done the right thing.

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BDSM Excerpts Week – Abandoned (Galactic Betrayal 1)

Oct 1, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, D/s, erotica, m/m, sci fi, web event

To kick things off. Here’s an excerpt from the first story in my BDSM sci fi series, Galactic Betrayal.

Galactic Betrayal 1: Abandoned by Silvia Violet

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

*Warning: This is an X-rated Excerpt.*

Excerpt

Derek took a few steps toward Lark. They stared at each other. Lark’s breath came harsh and fast. He needed Derek so badly, but Derek was like a sweet-tasting poison. And when he was gone, Lark didn’t know if he’d be able to pull himself together again.

Derek dropped his hand to his cock. Lark shuddered as he watched Derek stroke himself through the thin cotton pants. He needed Derek, but he needed more than a simple fuck. He needed Derek to let his anger go this time. Lark wanted to be punished for what he’d done and to find absolution in heat and pain and dark desire.

Derek took another step toward him. “What do you need?” he asked as if he’d read Lark’s thoughts.

“You. Hard. Rough. No mercy. I need you to punish me.”

Derek looked wary. “I took you pretty hard yesterday.”

Lark nodded. “But I want something darker. I want it to hurt.”

“Fuck, Lark.”

“Please. You need this too.”

Derek looked like he wanted to deny it, but he didn’t. “I’ve needed this forever, since way before Lithusia. I just didn’t think…”

“That I’d let you? Oh gods, Derek, I craved it, but I couldn’t tell you.”

“You told me now.” Derek closed the distance between them and pulled Lark into his arms. Their lips met in a brutal kiss.

Lark slid his hands under Derek’s shirt, pushing it up, needing to feel skin on skin. He plastered himself to Derek as they kissed, pouring all their hurt and need into each other. Derek’s cupped Lark’s face in his hands, holding him still so he could thoroughly fuck his mouth.

He shoved Derek’s pants down, cupped his ass, and brought their hips together. They groaned into each other’s mouths, and Derek rubbed his cock along Lark’s. “Gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna make you pay for hurting me.”

“Yes, gods yes,” Lark whispered the words against his mouth.

Derek pulled away. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Ass in the air.”

Lark hesitated. He wanted Derek, but resistance was ingrained in him, especially after his months on Lancarina. Derek frowned. “Are you sure about this?”

Lark’s heart pounded. He wanted Derek, needed this release. “Yes,” he answered, voice quaking.

“Then get the fuck on the bed, now.”

This time Lark scrambled to obey, Derek’s commanding voice made his cock harden again. Long seconds passed, and Derek still hadn’t joined him on the bed. He looked over his shoulder and saw Derek heading for the bathroom. “Head down,” Derek barked. Lark forced himself to do as he was told. Was Derek searching for the remote for his collar? He wanted desperately to believe Derek wouldn’t throw his need back at him like that.

A few seconds later, the mattress sagged with Derek’s weight. Derek laid a hand at the base of Lark’s spine. Warmth spread through Lark, that simple touch letting him know everything was okay. Derek wasn’t leaving him.

“I want to take the collar off and put it on you. As soon as we’re done, I’ll put it back on and wear it until we board my ship. Do I have your permission?”

Lark had never worn a control collar. He’d never trusted anyone to have total control over him. Despite all that had passed between them, he trusted Derek. But could he really submit so completely? Why the hell not? The man owned his heart anyway. “Yes.” The word came out as a whisper.

Derek caressed his back with firm strokes of his hand. “Safeword?”

Lark smiled. “Steamroller.” He’d chosen the name of the ship Derek had flown when they were partners.

Derek caressed Lark’s ass. “Perfect.”

Derek wrapped the collar around Lark’s neck. Lark shoved at him and jerked away, his instinct for preservation taking over. His stomach knotted in fear. He was crazy to let Derek collar him. Crazy and so damn needy he was barely keeping himself together. He turned away from Derek and tried to get himself under control.

Derek caressed his shoulder as Lark leaned against the headboard, panting. “Lark?”

“I’m not sure I can do this, Derek.” Lark shivered. “I want to but…”

“I swear I will take it off if you ask.”

Lark nodded. Derek had never lied to him. He’d believed Lark capable of treachery, but he’d never lied. Lark positioned himself on his hands and knees again. “I’m ready now.”

He tensed as Derek let the sinewy strand slide against his neck. Almost instantly, the bio-material twined itself into a solid ring. Derek kissed Lark’s neck then slid his lips along Lark’s spine. Lark breathed deep, trying to relax, bracing himself for Derek to shock him with the collar to activate it. Lark had no idea how far Derek would go with the punishment settings, and he didn’t know whether that scared him or turned him on. His cock definitely didn’t mind the uncertainty.

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BDSM Excerpt Week – Oct 1-7

Sep 28, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, book release, D/s, erotica, m/m, sci fi, web event

All next week, October 1-7, I’ll be posting excerpts from my own BDSM titles as well as excerpts from my fellow authors. It’s a celebration of BDSM romance in honor of the released of Deceived, the second book in my BDSM sci fi series, Galactic Betrayal.

So please join us each day to find out more about some scorching reads!

Backlist Blog Hop: Abandoned

Aug 31, 2012 Filed under: D/s, erotica, m/m, sci fi, web event

Welcome to the Backlist Blog Hop. I’m sharing the first book in my Galactic Betrayal series, Abandoned.

After indulging in a Burn Notice marathon, I started thinking about spies and betrayal and the importance of a partner or a team you can trust. Those ponderings mingled with some sci fi world-building I’d been doing, and suddenly Lark and Derek were telling me their story. I learned that they were spies several hundred years in the future. They’d been partners until their superiors told Derek that Lark betrayed him and sent Lark on a deep-cover mission cutting him off from communication with the civilized world.

Most of my recent writing prior to this story had been on the lighter side, but Lark and Derek were hurting, and their book got heavy and emotional. Each of these men believe they’ve been abandoned. They’ve got a lot of angst and grief to work through and a lot of unrequited lust. I came to care for them as deeply as I could any character while writing their story (Actually, I’m still writing it. Book 2, Deceived will be available on September 8 and I’m working on Book 3). I hope they touch you as deeply as they have me.

Galactic Betrayal 1: Abandoned by Silvia Violet

Blurb:

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

 

Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat, and into the prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin’ hot it belonged in an oven. He didn’t know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he could and headed straight for the interrogation room.

A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush, spying on their enclave. Lark’s morning had been hell so far, and a vicious interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than an interrogation room. At least that’s what it had been for his predecessor, and the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the man he’d assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He wouldn’t dwell on how low he’d sunk since he’d left his partner to die in a Lithusian prison cell.

The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he’d have a deadly infection in no time. Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced defenses. Thus, he was Lark’s ticket off this cesspool of a planet.

The man’s clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn’t help but admire his muscular body. His gaze slid over the captive’s hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When he saw the man’s face, he froze. No. It couldn’t be. His former partner would have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark’s nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as he pleased.

Lark’s cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness? A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off kilter he was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.

There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had captured in the jungle was Derek’s private issue ship, then he’d finally forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.

Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He’d wanted him for years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB. Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If he wanted to live, he’d do whatever Lark told him to.

From the way Derek limply hung in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.

Lark needed the man’s piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor, he intended to do so with his own hands after they got off planet. Fortunately, he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious .

Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark’s men from turning on him, in the same way he’d turned on the man he had been sent here to investigate. He pulled a long thin blade from his boot and pretended to examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek’s back. If he let himself think about how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.

“Leave us,” he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope of getting some play time.

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Hoofin’ it to the Altar is available now!

Aug 30, 2012 Filed under: D/s, excerpts, m/m, men in uniform, paranormal, shapeshifter, vampire

Bound on over to Changeling Press and grab my latest contribution to the Protect and Serve series!

Hoofin’ it to the Altar

Deer shifter Jason Fleetfoot and vampire detective Drew Danvers have been together for a year. When Drew proposes, Jason is thrilled but shocked. Vampires aren’t usually the marrying kind, even the few who side with the good guys. Drew wants to elope, but Jason’s sister, Natalie, insists on planning an elaborate ceremony.

As Jason and Drew fend off well-meaning friends and family, a far more serious problem threatens their union. A vampire killer is on the loose. He subdues his undead victims without a struggle and finishes them off by literally curdling their blood. Drew has no idea what could kill a vampire so easily, and everyone suspects he’s next on the killer’s list. Can he stop the killer in time for “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today…” to start his wedding instead of his funeral?

Excerpt:

I’m Jason Fleetfoot, deer shifter and crime lab tech. I might look like a badass, but lately, I’m embarrassingly domesticated. I’m living like an old married man with a vampire. That’s right, a vampire. Me and my man have settled down into a predictable routine just like upstanding normal folks. A few months ago, I moved in with him and volunteered to keep working the night shift at the crime lab while he’s out chasing down bad guys. He’s a big, bad detective. Yeah, a vamp who works for the good guys. We come home from work, have dinner, well, I do. He has me for dinner. Then we watch a little TV and tuck in for the night or, rather, day.

What about the sex? Don’t look shocked, I know you’re interested. The sex is anything but predictable. Drew is hotter than a solar flare. We’re both stronger and faster than humans and willing to try almost anything. I’ll just say we’ve damn near brought the building down a few times and leave it at that.

I can barely believe we’ve been together for a whole year. Before I met Drew, if I fucked the same guy for a week, I started to get antsy, but now I’m in love. Yeah, I admit it. This badass stag shifter is all mushy-gushy, I-don’t-ever-want-to-leave-you in love. And love makes you dumb. Dumb enough to think a vampire would care about celebrating our anniversary.

I made us reservations and kept them a secret until today. I surprised Drew with the plans when he woke up early this evening, and he seemed happy, if a little distracted. I thought he was into my idea even though we rarely go out unless we stop by Shift for a beer on our night off. Drew doesn’t eat, but he likes to watch me when I order something special. I love to eat, and sometimes I really get into my food. Drew says I look like I’m about to come from the deliciousness, and he likes that, a lot.

So I got all dressed up, well, all dressed up for me, which means a collared shirt and a coat with my jeans, and planned to have a nice, civilized evening. But Drew went to do some errands after he got up, and now he’s a half hour late meeting me at the restaurant, and he’s not answering his phone.

Now, my anger turns to fear as I think how unlike him it is to be late. He just closed a case involving a werewolf pack that was kidnapping young women. Supposedly, the guilty parties were in jail, but what if they’ve found a way to get retribution? And they are far from the only people who’d like to see Drew permanently dead. Thanks to the news coverage of his kidnapping and forced Change at the hands of a vampire crime boss and the city’s unlikely decision to let him keep his job with the police force, Drew is fairly well known. There are plenty of people out there, human and vampire, who don’t like the idea of his kind fighting crime.

I grab my phone to call Drew again, but as I do, he walks through the door. He looks amazing. He’s wearing gray dress pants and a pale blue shirt that strains against his broad shoulders. He even has on a tie, blood red, of course. He must have bought the outfit while he was out, because I’ve never seen any of those clothes in his closet. He smiles at the hostess, the smile that gets most female witnesses to tell him anything he needs to hear. It used to make me jealous when he looked at others like that, but now I just smile and think how lucky I am to have him all to myself.

He catches sight of me, and his smile widens. My heart pounds. Even after a year, I still get excited when he looks at me like that. I’m so relieved he’s not decapitated in an alley somewhere that I can’t stay angry about his tardiness. He’s too damn charming in his suave clothes.

When the hostess walks away, Drew’s hot gaze pins me in place. “I’m sorry I’m so late,” he says.

“You didn’t answer your phone.” Shit! I sound like a nagging wife.

“First time you called I was paying for something. Then I rushed home to change. I thought it would be better to get here as fast as I could rather than wasting time calling you.”

Logical, but annoying. “I was worried.”

Drew frowns. “Why?”

“Um, you’re a detective, remember? You chase bad guys who’d be happy to see you dead, and you just put some savage pieces of shit in jail.”

“Oh yeah.” He looks thoughtful.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen tonight?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m just distracted.”

“Did Seth call? Did you get a new case?” Seth is Drew’s lieutenant and also a good friend.

“No. I’m fine, really.”

Our server approaches the table. Drew looks relieved that I can’t question him any more.

We place our drink orders, and I try to engage Drew in conversation, but he’s doing his cold, distant vamp routine, and it’s pissing me off. “If you didn’t want to go out, why the fuck didn’t you say so?”

The server times his reappearance perfectly to save Drew again. I wonder if he heard me, but I’m too angry, and I don’t care about making a spectacle. Why was Drew acting like he’d rather be anywhere else?

I order, and the server turns to Drew expectantly. Drew gives him a smile that shows fang. His eyes widen, and he steps back. “So that will be all then, gentlemen?” He nearly chokes on the last word.

“Yes, thank you,” I say. I glare at Drew. “What was that for?”

“I don’t want him hovering.”

“You don’t want him flirting.”

He shrugs.

Drew attracts men and women without trying, whether it’s because he’s a vampire or just his natural magnetism. He usually finds several admirers wherever we go, but he’s more likely to scare them away than flirt back.

He smiles at me, and instead of looking disinterested like he did before, he looks turned on. What game is he playing?

A Sexy Mind Blog Hop Starts Today!

Apr 23, 2012 Filed under: book release, contemporary, D/s, interview, m/m, Sexy Mind Blog Hop

Freddy MacKay, SJD Peterson and I are hopping around this week, counting down to the release of our Sexy Mind stories from Silver Publishing. Today I’m over at Freddy’s blog where Blake and Greg from my story, Astronomical, are answering some questions. So head over there to learn more about this sexy pair. You can enter to win a copy of Astronomical while you’re there.

Tomorrow, SJD Peterson will be here and we’ve got some awesome plans and a nice surprise coming up later this week.

Awesome review for Abandoned!

Apr 2, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, book release, D/s, erotica, m/m, review, sci fi

Serena Yates at QMO Books has this to say about Abandoned:

“it starts on a high of tension and doesn’t let up. Not for a single second. This is one of those books where I have to take a deep breath at the end because I feel as if I’ve forgotten to breathe as I was reading.”

“Perfect cloak and dagger – involving me totally and making me feel as if I was right in the middle of the mess these two had maneuvered themselves into. ”

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Abandoned is Available Now!

Mar 26, 2012 Filed under: book release, D/s, excerpts, m/m, sci fi

Abandoned by Silvia Violet

Now available from Silver Publishing!

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat and into the prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin’ hot it belonged in an oven. He didn’t know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he could and headed straight for the interrogation room.

A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush, spying on their enclave. Lark’s morning had been hell so far, and a vicious interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than an interrogation room. At least that’s what it had been for his predecessor, and the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the man he’d assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He wouldn’t dwell on how low he’d sunk since he’d left his partner to die in a Lithusian prison cell.

The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he’d have a deadly infection in no time. Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced defenses. Thus, he was Lark’s ticket off this cesspool of a planet.

The man’s clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn’t help but admire his muscular body. His gaze slid over the captive’s hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When he saw the man’s face, he froze. No. It couldn’t be. His former partner would have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark’s nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as he pleased.

Lark’s cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness? A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off-kilter he was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.

There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had captured in the jungle was Derek’s private-issue ship, then he’d finally forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.

Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He’d wanted him for years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB. Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If he wanted to live, he’d do whatever Lark told him to.

From the way Derek hung limply in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.

Lark needed the man’s piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor, he intended to do so with his own hands–after they got off planet. Fortunately, he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious.

Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark’s men from turning on him, in the same way he’d turned on the man he had been sent here to investigate. He pulled a long, thin blade from his boot and pretended to examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek’s back. If he let himself think about how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.

“Leave us,” he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope of getting some play time.

When they didn’t move, Lark turned on them. “Is something wrong with your ears? I said eave.”

The less hostile of the two started for the door, but Grant, the most likely candidate for leading a mutiny, stood his ground, clenching his fists. “The little shit bit me. I want a piece of him.”

“As I understand, it took four of you sorry fuckers to bring him down. I’m hardly going to reward your incompetence with a chance to get your rocks off.”

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Abandoned is available for pre-order!

Mar 5, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, book release, D/s, erotica, excerpts, m/m, sci fi

Don’t you love this gorgeous cover by Reese Dante?

Abandoned is available for pre-order now.

Blurb:

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

Unedited Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat, and into the
prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin’ hot it belonged in
an oven. He didn’t know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to
give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he
could and headed straight for the interrogation room.

A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush,
spying on their enclave. Lark’s morning had been hell so far, and a vicious
interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door
stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than
an interrogation room. At least that’s what it had been for his predecessor, and
the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the
man he’d assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He
wouldn’t dwell on how low he’d sunk since he’d left his partner to die in a
Lithusian prison cell.

The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound
wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the
weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped
down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he’d have a deadly infection in no time.
Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced
defenses. Thus, he was Lark’s ticket off this cesspool of a planet.

The man’s clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn’t help but admire his muscular
body. His gaze slid over the captive’s hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his
pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When
he saw the man’s face, he froze. No. It couldn’t be. His former partner would
have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark’s
nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in
this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as
he pleased.

Lark’s cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew
what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness?
A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at
that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off kilter he
was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.

There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to
know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had
captured in the jungle was Derek’s private issue ship, then he’d finally
forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might
say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only
care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had
left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.

Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He’d wanted him for
years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB.
Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their
relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If
he wanted to live, he’d do whatever Lark told him to.

From the way Derek limply hung in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing
an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look
of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his
ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He
would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.

Lark needed the man’s piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for
believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor,
he intended to do so with his own hands after they got off planet. Fortunately,
he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to
find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious .

Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark’s
men from turning on him, in the same way he’d turned on the man he had been sent
here to investigate. He pulled a long thin blade from his boot and pretended to
examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he
saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek’s back. If he let himself think about
how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.

“Leave us,” he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope
of getting some play time.

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Free Read: Paws on Me: Hibernating

Feb 24, 2012 Filed under: Bear Talk, bears, D/s, erotica, eye candy, free story, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, web event

The Bear Talk Blog Tour is next week. Oh the furry fun we will have! But to whet you appetite, I’m sharing a free story starring Seth and Brandon from Paws on Me. Click here to read what naughty things happen when Brandon wants to hibernate and Seth lures him out of bed with bacon.

I originally wrote this story for the Coffee and Porn blog birthday bash. You can find more free stories there.

 



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