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Guest Blogger: Johnny Miles
Sep 27, 2011 
Filed under: guest blogger, m/m
Today I welcome the alluring Johnny Miles to my blog. So grab some coffee and settle in. Johnny, would you tell us about your latest release.
Sure! I’d be happy to. My latest release is “Learning To Samba” and it’s about a 48-year-old romance novelist still mourning the loss of his long-term lover. Brian Oliver comes to New York to reacquaint himself with his former life, his sister, and to find a new purpose in life. What he didn’t bank on, however, is João Da Silva; a 25-year-old Brazilian bombshell Brian falls in love with.
What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?
So far the only genre I’ve written has been porn, erotica and m/m romance. There are others I want to branch into but haven’t found the courage to do so yet. As for other genres I enjoy reading, there are all kinds: drama, horror, thrillers. Believe it or not romance is probably the last on my list. I know, I know. Considering what I write it’s a bit weird, huh?
Do you have a favorite character from one of your books?
I don’t know that I have a favorite. I like them all for various reasons. However, if I had to choose one I identify with the most it would have to be Brian Oliver from “Learning To Samba.”
Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tired yet but you’d like to explore?
Ohhh, yes! Sci-fi. Fantasy. Horror. Thrillers. I’d love to try a psychological horror or something paranormal. Someday soon, I will!
How do you make time in your life for writing?
While I was unemployed it was easy. I had nothing else to do. However, now, since I’m working from home, I have to schedule writing time. It’s been VERY difficult but I’m hoping to get better at managing my time. I need to make it more of a priority because it’s what I want to do more than anything in the world; to make a living from putting words together. I can think of no better way to make a living! Except maybe…well, no. That’s illegal. Hmmmm. What could Johnny be thinking about?
What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?
I like to read all kinds of things. Lately I haven’t been able to read much. By the time the day is over it’s either too late in the day or I’m too sleepy after nearly 12 hours in front of the computer. But I still do read! Off the top of my head, some of my faves are J.K. Rowling, Armistead Maupin, Val McDermid. Lately I’ve added Michael Jecks to that list, too.
If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?
Mostly sleeping.
Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.
Sympathetic. Empathic. Sensual. Ummmm. Six? How’s about we leave it at 3 for now. After all, it’s a magical number! At least that’s what someone once told me.
Describe the perfect meal.
The perfect meal I think would be perfectly simple. Pizza, a bottle of chianti, my partner and maybe some friends, with plenty of laughs. That sounds delightful!
If you were a dessert what would you be and why?
A canoli of course! Hard and crunchy on the outside, rich and creamy on the inside. I love canolis! 🙂
Excerpt from “Learning To Samba” by Johnny Miles
No matter where I live or how far I roam, New York was, is, and probably always will be the center of my universe. Even after moving away close to twenty years ago — though I’d visit at least once a year — I considered New York to be my home, despite the gloom and grime, the sticky summer heat, and the overwhelming sensory overload that family can be.
New York is where I get grounded. It’s where I reconnect when I’m feeling lost. Is it any wonder, then, I would come back here once I chose to take control of my life again?
The last time I’d come back was after my partner, Joshua, died. Seven years was a long time to be away, and as much as I loved New York, I admit it felt odd to be back in the city after traipsing through Europe for so long, almost as if I were a stranger in my own land. Much had changed. It had been a while since my parents had passed on, I no longer had friends in the city, and my sister and I hadn’t exactly parted the best of friends after Joshua’s funeral.
But I suppose there comes a time when we all want to go back to recapture something we might have lost along the way.
In Brooklyn I didn’t feel so painfully lost and without direction. I could remember who I used to be and where I came from. It was the one place that could remind me of who I wanted to become and where I wanted to go next. It was also the one place that never failed to remind me of why I chose to leave in the first place.
* * * * *
After the plane landed at JFK, I took the Air Train to Jamaica Station. From there, I hopped on the subway and went into Manhattan, then on into Brooklyn — to Flatbush and the Borough of Kings.
The closer I got to home, the more nostalgic I became. Armed with my backpack — which contained my laptop, e-reader, and a couple of days’ worth of clothing — I allowed myself several hours to retrace some of the steps I’d once taken during my high school years: Prospect Park and Grand Army Plaza, Brighton Beach and Coney Island, my high school which looked so much smaller than I remembered it.
When I got off at the train station near home, I walked down Newkirk Avenue, past my first apartment — a one-bedroom, on East Eighteenth Street. From there, I walked to the bagel shop at the corner of Foster. The owner was ancient now, his face lined and furrowed, but he was still there. It didn’t surprise me. Some people never leave Brooklyn. They never dream for more than what they have beyond their four walls. Or maybe they do and think they can’t do anything about it.
Joshua used to think they lacked courage.
I ordered a heavily buttered bialy and a chocolate drink, the way I used to when I was in high school, then sat on the bench across from the store. The melted butter ran down my fingers as I sank my teeth into the bagel. I closed my eyes and savored the taste, being in the moment and breathing in the brisk air.
I opened my eyes and took a swig of the chocolate drink. It didn’t taste anything like I remembered, and I wondered if it was the flavor that had changed or me.
After polishing off the bialy, I took a final swig to wash it all down, then tossed the rest of the drink in the trash. I wiped my fingers with a napkin from inside the now almost see-through bag.
All that butter, I thought. Definitely not good for the heart or the battle of the bulge that had become increasingly more difficult to keep at bay. Once, I could eat anything and not worry about how I looked.
I was still trim and in decent shape. Not many men could say that at my age.
Forty-eight.
With a sigh, I wondered what had happened. When had my youth slipped away? I’d been so busy planning and doing that I hadn’t noticed I no longer had the spontaneity I once possessed. Or had it possessed me?
Nothing mattered then but my impetuous desires and the passions of life. Now I longed for simpler days when I knew everything and, without thought to consequence, would say, “Fuck it! I’m outta here. You’re all a bunch of douche bags.”
Everything had been sunny then. One continuous spring and summer I took for granted.
I looked up at the sky, and the weak autumn sunshine felt good on my face. It seemed as if it tried to assure me.
Something’s coming. All you have to do is wait.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, and cautiously hoped it was so. The last seven years had been far too painful being alone. Getting older didn’t make it any easier. Especially when all the beautiful young men I admired or who struck a spark in my loins all seemed to consider me ancient.
But there was more to it than that.
I hadn’t written a single word since Joshua died. Each time I faced the blank computer screen, each time I sat down to try, characters, scenarios, and plots escaped me. I’d become unmotivated, uninterested, and lacking in focus.
The worst thing was that I had begun to think I’d dried up. That maybe after a dozen books and a couple of movie options, I had no stories left in me.
And if I couldn’t write anymore, if I couldn’t tell a story and move myself while doing it, then what was the point…of anything?
* * * * *
I turned the corner onto Westminster Road and stopped suddenly. Would my sister, Kay, even be there? I hadn’t called to let her know I was coming, I hadn’t e-mailed, and I hadn’t bothered to send her a note via snail mail. She probably didn’t even know I’d been out of the country.
And what makes you think she wants you in her house after all those hurtful things?
No. Not her house. Our house. The house we both grew up in.
I pushed my fears down to where all the others lived and looked at my wristwatch. Three in the afternoon. There was a good chance no one would be there. Then I remembered Kay had chosen to continue a practice begun by our mother. She used to leave a key beneath a flowerpot beside the wicker couch on the porch.
Old, comforting memories. Funny how they always made me feel like a child again.
I shifted my backpack and started walking. Just a few more houses, on the right.
As I slowly made my way, a strange sensation — something like a band — wrapped around my chest and back. My lungs felt as if they didn’t want to expand. I forced myself to breathe. To relax. Everything would be fine.
What if I didn’t find what I was looking for? What if the direction I needed, what I had lost, remained in the distance and out of reach? Or worse yet. What if I never found it again? I tried to tell myself it wouldn’t be like that. New York never failed me. Nor did it cease to amaze me. I might not get exactly what I wanted, but New York always gave me what I needed — new experiences and a recharge, even if it sometimes came at a cost. There was always a give and take.
The thought made me think of Joshua, as the city always did, and a refrain from his favorite song — Billy Joel’s “New York State of Mind” — popped into mind.
It was so easy living day by day, out of touch with the rhythm and blues…
I started to cry, secretly ashamed that after all this time I wasn’t over Joshua completely. Unable to stop the tears that escaped me, I was at least grateful there were no witnesses.
Damn you, Joshua! Why did you have to leave me alone? Why didn’t you listen? Why didn’t you quit smoking?
But what was the point of asking such questions? He’d died seven years ago now. And no matter how many people said it got easier, that I’d get over him, I never had. You never get over someone being gone. You just get used to it.
I still missed Joshua. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day. On my birthday. On his birthday. On our anniversary. When the day dawned blue with promise and when it was gray and dreary.
Holidays were the worst. Kay would call months in advance, even after the fight we’d had. She always left a message in a tone that sounded almost apologetic. She’d invite me to come and stay with her and the kids, but I never did. Not just because of our fight. I just couldn’t be around people. Loneliness was sharp enough, alone during holidays. While in the company of others, however, it was so sharp it sometimes took my breath away.
Strange how one person can invade every single cell of your body with his essence, his scent, his spirit.
Something fluttered in my heart as I stood at the curb, and I could have sworn Joshua was near. Goose bumps broke out on my flesh, the way they did when Joshua so much as smiled at me. A tender breeze, like a soft kiss, caressed my skin.
Let me go, the breeze seemed to whisper. I leaned into it with longing, as if it could possibly stroke my cheek the way he once did.
I still felt lost without him, possessed by his memory. I knew it was time to move on, but how do you put behind more than twenty years of knowing and loving someone? Sharing your dreams, thoughts, and ideas. The good times and bad. The waxing and waning cycles of sex — sometimes even the occasional third partner to help spice things up.
It was time to put myself back out there, but I was frightened and nervous. Except for the sometimes-necessary hookup, I hadn’t dated anyone since Joshua died. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to date again. My single days hadn’t exactly been fun-filled.
But I wanted someone to hold me at night and tell me everything would be all right. Someone who would keep the monsters from crawling out from under the bed. Only I didn’t look forward to sitting in a bar, glancing into my drink or off in the distance with a detached stare, avoiding another’s gaze for fear of seeing my own desperation reflected in his eyes.
There was also the gnawing realization that of the three men I’d met in seven years, none of them had been able to satisfy my sexual cravings.
“Excuse me. Can I help you?” someone called in an accent I couldn’t place. Surprised, I sucked air sharply into my lungs and quickly wiped my tears away.
A young man in his midtwenties stood before me. He was shirtless, his hands on narrow hips, groin thrust toward me. His skin, the color of brown sugar, was naturally smooth. It looked like it would feel soft under my touch. He was toned and defined with round sculpted shoulders, perfectly shaped limbs, and washboard abs. Two veins, one on either side of his belly button, ran down on a slight angle and hid somewhere beneath worn and faded, low-riding jeans that left much to my imagination, several inches below a flat navel.
“Are you…looking for someone?” The young man’s question forced me to glance away from his groin and up into his face. He had full and luscious red lips, slightly parted. They appeared as if he had been sucking on a cherry ice pop.
He had thick, incredibly dark hair, somewhat tousled, and an almost Roman nose.
But it was his eyes that caught my breath and refused to let go. They glittered and sparkled with much life, curiosity, and wonder. Yet something dark and tumultuous, almost broody and intense, lurked near the surface.
I knew on the spot he was trouble, or perhaps just what I needed.
Learn more about Johnny at his website, his blog, and his yahoo group.
Dinner with a Hero: Lee Brazil
Sep 23, 2011 Filed under: book recommendation, guest blogger, m/m, recipes, sweet treats
Today I have charming fellow food enthusiast, Lee Brazil here to share a dinner in honor of his delectable hero, Mischa Blake…..
I’m so thrilled to be asked to contribute to this feature, because food is my other hobby. Writing, reading and cooking are the three things I cannot live without. There’s always a meal of some kind in my books, and one of my favorite things about Keeping House was finding recipes for Mischa to use. Mischa’s never cooked a thing in his life, see?
Just like he’s never cleaned, done laundry or anything else.
However, he’s resourceful.
And he has the internet.
Google to the rescue.
In honor of Mischa, my menu today is all from Google, all easy to prepare and tasty.
Appetizers: Angels on Horseback
“Bacon-wrapped oysters are seasoned with smoked paprika and roasted until crisp in this addictive appetizer.”
INGREDIENTS:
12 shucked oysters
12 slices bacon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/8 teaspoon smoked paprika
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
DIRECTIONS:
1. Preheat an oven to 450 degrees F (230 degrees C). Set a wire rack into a small baking dish.
2. Wrap each oyster with a slice of bacon, and secure with a toothpick. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, paprika, and parsley; set onto wire rack.
3. Bake in the preheated oven until the bacon is crispy, 10 to 12 minutes. Serve immediately. They aren’t as good once they get cold.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2011 Allrecipes.com Printed from Allrecipes.com 6/23/2011
Salad: Tomato and Avocado Salad
“A very simple, very delicious salad, that makes a perfect starter for dinner parties.”
INGREDIENTS:
1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1/2 cup balsamic vinegar
1 pinch ground black pepper
1 avocado – peeled, pitted and sliced
2 small tomatoes, each cut into 8 wedges
DIRECTIONS:
1. In a small bowl, whisk together the mustard, olive oil, balsamic vinegar and pepper. Arrange the slices of avocado and tomato alternately like the spokes of a wheel on one big serving plate, or individual plates. Drizzle lightly with the dressing, and serve immediately.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2011 Allrecipes.com
Entrée: Steak au Poivre
4 (3/4- to 1-inch-thick) boneless beef top-loin (strip) steaks (8 to 10 oz each)
1 tablespoon kosher salt
2 tablespoons whole black peppercorns
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1/3 cup finely chopped shallots
1/2 stick (1/4 cup) unsalted butter, cut into 4 pieces
1/2 cup Cognac or other brandy
3/4 cup heavy cream
Preheat oven to 200°F.
Pat steaks dry and season both sides with kosher salt.
Coarsely crush peppercorns in a sealed plastic bag with a meat pounder or bottom of a heavy skillet, then press pepper evenly onto both sides of steaks.
Heat a 12-inch heavy skillet (preferably cast-iron) over moderately high heat until hot, about 3 minutes, then add oil, swirling skillet, and sauté steaks in 2 batches, turning over once, about 6 minutes per batch for medium-rare.
Transfer steaks as cooked to a heatproof platter and keep warm in oven while making sauce.
Pour off fat from skillet, then add shallots and half of butter (2 tablespoons) to skillet and cook over moderately low heat, stirring and scraping up brown bits, until shallots are well-browned all over, 3 to 5 minutes.
Add Cognac (use caution; it may ignite) and boil, stirring, until liquid is reduced to a glaze, 2 to 3 minutes. Add cream and any meat juices accumulated on platter and boil sauce, stirring occasionally, until reduced by half, 3 to 5 minutes. Add remaining 2 tablespoons butter and cook over low heat, swirling skillet, until butter is incorporated. Serve sauce with steaks.
Courtesy of http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Steak-au-Poivre-
Dessert: Grilled Pineapple with Vanilla Ice Cream
Grilled Pineapple
Ingredients
1 ripe pineapple
1/2 cup melted unsalted butter
3/4 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon grated lime zest
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
Ice cream
Directions
Preheat the grill to high. Oil the grate.
Cut the rind off the pineapple, leaving the green leaves intact. Cut the pineapple in half lengthwise through the leaves as well as the fruit to obtain 8 slender wedges of pineapple with leaves intact. Trim the core off each pineapple wedge. Have the melted butter in one shallow bowl; mix the sugar, lime zest, cinnamon and cloves in another bowl.
Dip each wedge of pineapple first in melted butter, then in the sugar mixture, shaking off the excess. Grill the pineapple wedges until browned and sizzling, 5 to 8 minutes per side. Transfer the pineapple wedges to plates or a platter. Serve with ice cream.
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Keeping House, Truth or Dare #1
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Blurb:
Mischa knew his brothers were up to something. He didn’t know it would lead him to Donovan Holloway and change his carefree lifestyle forever.
Donovan Holloway, advertising executive, newly made vice president of the company where he’s worked for twenty years, grew up in a free love hippie commune taking care of the parents who should have been taking care of him. He’s worked hard to put himself through school and achieve the American dream- all he’s ever wanted was a normal family life- house in the suburbs, two cars, two kids, a shaggy dog. A family to come home to, to care for, to care for him has been his dream since he was a small boy.
Mischa Blake is the green eyed, liberally pierced, black haired, Mohawk wearing spoiled youngest son of a Hollywood producer and his actress wife. Mischa has made a terrible mistake. In a fit of childish pique he’s accepted a dare from his older brothers. The dare? Live on his own supporting himself completely for a year without accessing his trust fund. No problem. Except Mischa has never worked a day in his life, hasn’t finished college, and has absolutely no skills that he can bring to the table.
So when he sees Donovan’s ad for a housekeeper/gardener, he has nothing to lose by applying, because really…how hard can it be?
Excerpt:
“So, tell me why you want to work for me.” That should give him pause.
“I don’t. My brothers dared me to get a job, and it’s been a lot harder than I expected. I just came from a McDonald’s where the manager had a guy with a BS cleaning the toilets and an MBA flipping burgers. The economy sucks.” Mischa sounded dejected.
“Ahh.” He wanted a job on a dare? What the hell? Who told a prospective employer they didn’t want to work for them? “Let me tell you a little about the parameters of the job.”
Mischa gazed at him quietly, waiting. Maybe the daunting aspects of the task would send the kid the way of the first applicant. “You’ll be responsible for preparing meals. I eat breakfast at six, daily, take a boxed lunch to work, and expect a minimum of a three course dinner. Sometimes I have guests, and occasionally dinner parties.” He didn’t really, but threw out the possibility anyway. For a moment, he was distracted by the amusing vision of a room full of elegantly clad clients and coworkers staring in horror as a Goth-garbed Mischa, hair spiked and piercings glittering in the candlelight announced that dinner was served.
“Got it. Cooking. I can do that.” Mischa seemed to be trying to convince himself as much as Donovan of that fact.
“You’ll have to do the shopping. I don’t have time for things like that. Then there’s the cleaning. I expect the house to be spotless at all times.” He assiduously ignored the fact that the house was currently anything but clean.
Mischa wasn’t inclined to be so kind, though. He glanced pointedly around the kitchen, at the stack of dirty dishes in the sink, the debris from several takeout meals on the counter tops, and the unpacked boxes of kitchenware. “OK. Clean. I can do that.”
“I need the house put together, too. The boxes,” he waved around, “unpacked and stuff put away. The walls painted, furniture ordered and assembled and put in place.”
Mischa looked shocked. “You trust me to decorate your house?”
“No. I have the plans here.” He thumped the red leather-bound album that held the dream house drawings he’d labored on over the years on the marble counter. “I need my housekeeper to coordinate the workmen, decorators, deliveries and so on.”
More nods. “I can do that.”
Donovan stared helplessly at the kid. Stop calling him kid. It’s too pervy. What else? “References? Do you have references?”
Mischa bent over and the tight black t-shirt rode up as the skinny jeans inched down. Damn. All that creamy white flesh, hairless and smooth tempted him to reach out and touch, to examine the texture and resiliency. He wondered if there were any more shiny piercings hidden under that severe black garb.
“Hey,” Mischa was waving a handful of papers in front of his face, and Donovan flushed slightly. Could Mischa tell he’d been staring inappropriately at his exposed skin?
“I’ll, ahh, I’ll keep these. I need to call on them later.” He searched desperately for something, anything to turn the kid-man off the idea of working for him. Recalling the indignation and vitriol of the second applicant, he took a shot in the dark and threw it out there. “I’m gay.”
No response.
“I said I’m gay, a homosexual, a flamer.”
No response. Just inquiring green eyes locked on his face. Someone must have told the kid–man that eye contact was important.
“I sleep with other men?” Shit now he was making statements as questions.
The pierced brow rose slightly at that in an enigmatic gesture, but no response was forthcoming.
“This is a live in position. You don’t mind working for and living with a gay man?”
Finally, Mischa smiled. Donovan’s heart lurched at the sexy sweetness of that smile. The tiny silver hoop in his lower lip glinted seductively. Wonder how that piercing would feel when he pressed his lips to Mischa’s? It certainly drew attention to the swollen plumpness of the full red lower lip. Yeah—he really needed to get laid this weekend.
“No. I don’t mind working for a gay man, as long as you don’t mind hiring one.” Mischa’s smile was now a broad grin, and he settled back more comfortably on the barstool, as though he were suddenly making himself at home.
Sudden sympathy overrode Donovan’s concerns. Why not give the kid a chance? If Martin Weston hadn’t hired him to work in the copy room at his company all those years ago despite his being an underage gay hippie he wouldn’t be where he was today. He’d probably regret this, but it looked like the skater-Goth-boy/man had talked himself into a job. And the corporate advertising executive was sentencing himself to a series of cold showers.
To learn more about Lee, visit his blog.
Guest Blogger: Hank Edwards
Sep 20, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger, m/m, paranormal, vampire
I’m thrilled to have the charming and talented Hank Edwards as my guest today. Hank, tell us about your awesome new release.
My latest release is “Bounty,” the first book of my Venom Valley Series. It’s a self published book in which I combine a number of different genres: paranormal, Old West, m/m romance, and a little m/f.
I fell in love with this story and couldn’t put it down!
What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?
I really seem to gravitate toward contemporary romantic comedy. And even when I write outside that genre, I have to add a bit of sass from one or more character. I do enjoy all genres, but have to say that comedy and suspense / thriller are my favorites. Crazy, isn’t it?
Do you have a favorite character from one of your books?
You know, I do. In my Charlie Heggensford series of books, I introduced a woman at the end of book one, Fluffers, Inc., named Bernice Tallipepper. She is a divorced mother of 4 adult age children who moved to LA from Minnesota and started working the front desk at Fluffers, Inc. She’s been really fun to write, and I hope to get back to that series some time in the near future and bring Bernice back into an adventure. I love Bernice 🙂
Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tired yet but you’d like to explore?
With Bounty I’m kind of hitting a number of genres at once: western, horror, suspense, so I think I’m pretty much covered.
How do you make time in your life for writing?
It’s really the biggest challenge. I work full time and watch more TV than I should, but I seem to find time right after dinner and in the mornings on the weekends. Some weekends I get lucky and I can write the whole day. Now that I’m part of the Story Orgy group, five writers who post free m/m reads on our blogs every Monday morning, I have to get at least 1,500 words done a week. Sometimes that takes time away from my book writing, but I’ve found it’s good practice, and I’ve developed some great stories from that writing, like “Wicked Reflection,” which turned into a novella and is part of the upcoming Story Orgy anthology which is due to be released from Breathless Press the end of this year.
What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?
I read Stephen King, Janet Evanovich, James Rollins, Sue Grafton, Josh Lanyon, Lee Brazil, Em Woods, Silvia Violet (of course!), and a slew of others. I like to bounce back and forth between m/m romance and suspense thrillers or mysteries.
If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?
Oh wow. Hanging out with my partner of going on 16 years, maybe working in the yard a bit, or reading, or watching movies, or taking a day trip somewhere. He is very good at getting me back into the real world with the three dimensional people.
Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.
Determined, anxious, friendly, curious, wishful, hopeful
Describe the perfect meal.
I love Italian food, so I’m going to have to say something with pasta and a red sauce, probably some meatballs (though not on Mondays, we try to do meatless Mondays and eat vegetarian that one day a week), a bottle of smooth red wine, preferably a pinot noir, some warm, fresh bread, and something rich and delicious for dessert. Good God, I just made myself really hungry. Ha! *sigh* I love Italian food.
If you were a dessert what would you be and why?
Sigh … a French silk pie. I love that pie. Mmmmm! Sounds delicious 🙂
Thank you for being here today, Hank!
An Excerpt from Bounty:
Josh could see the firelight reflected in Dex’s eyes and he reached out to squeeze his hand. A comfortable silence slid around them, filled with years of memories and trust.
“I’m sorry, Dex. I know this is tough for you, too. We’ll get through it together, just like we used to get in trouble growing up, right?”
Dex gave a dry chuckle and turned back. They looked at each other a long moment, the fire popping and crackling beside them. An excited flutter started in Josh’s stomach as the expression on Dex’s face changed, became more intense, charged with a sudden and dangerous attraction. With a stubborn will of its own, Josh’s cock bloomed into life, hard in moments and confined painfully inside his pants.
“Josh…”
Josh’s breath was locked in his chest. “Yes?”
Dex half stood out of the chair and leaned over the table, now so close Josh could feel his breath on his cheek. Josh’s cock throbbed as he stared into Dex’s eyes and fought down the panic building inside him.
What were they doing? This was Dex, his best friend and a sheriff’s deputy, and Josh was an outlaw. If Sheriff Haden discovered Dex had found Josh and not taken him into custody, Dex could be hung alongside Josh as a traitor. And, foregoing all of that, what would it do to their friendship?
Without another word, Dex moved closer and kissed him. It was a light kiss, questioning, just a brush of Dex’s lips against his own. But the feel of a man’s mouth against his, the scratch of whiskers, the realization that it was Dex who kissed him — handsome, loyal, and caring Dex — made Josh’s head spin.
The kiss lasted just a moment, but when Dex leaned back they smiled at each other.
“I’ve wanted you to do that for years,” Josh said.
Dex laughed and a blush rose in his cheeks. He looked away into the fire, and then back again, his grin showing off his dimples. “I’ve wanted you to do that for years.”
Josh smiled and leaned in for another kiss. This time there was no hesitation, no question if the kiss would be returned. They kissed for several minutes, mouths parting to admit the other’s questing tongue. Josh’s awareness narrowed to Dex’s mouth: the heat and force of his tongue, the feel of Dex’s teeth beneath his own tongue.
A sharp pop from the fire startled them both, and they broke apart, staring at each other.
“This is dangerous, Dex,” Josh said, “we shouldn’t do this.” The words sounded like a lie, even to his own ears. His cock pulsed within his trousers, aching to be free. He could feel that it already leaked, weeping for release with Dex.
“I’ve wanted to be with you for too long to care about that now.” Dex’s voice was low and spiked with lust, the timber of his words like a fist that wrapped around Josh’s cock and squeezed.
Dex moved fast, standing and pulling him out of his chair, crushing his mouth over Josh’s. Dex’s tongue lunged past Josh’s lips and filled his mouth, commanding and insistent. Dex’s large, rough hands pulled Josh against him and the heat of Dex’s body soaked into him, sinking in right to his bones, making him feel safe and loved.
They stretched out on the floor in front of the fire, Dex sprawled on top, his cock like a fence post pressed against Josh’s thigh. The kiss that had started frantic slowed and deepened. Dex’s fingers eased open the buttons of Josh’s shirt as they kissed and when it lay open, Dex pulled the bottom of his linen under shirt out of his pants. Sliding a hand beneath the soft fabric, Dex’s fingers finally touched Josh’s bare skin. Josh shivered at Dex’s touch and pulled back to gasp.
Dex slid off Josh and furrowed his brow as he looked down at him. “You all right?”
Josh felt himself blush and nodded as he smiled. “I’m all right. I just … I’ve never been touched that way before. It caught me by surprise is all.”
Dex smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. “Me neither,” he whispered.
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Coming Soon: Promotion, an erotic short story
Sep 19, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, book release, contemporary, D/s, erotica, m/m
My erotic short story, Promotion will be available very soon! This is a fun little piece of office-themed erotica. Here’s a little taste…
Promotion by Silvia Violet
My heart pounds as I walk down the hall to my boss’s office. I have to get myself together. Yes, the man is fucking hot, but I have to learn not to be tongue tied in front of him, or I’ll never get the promotion he’s been dangling in front of my face.
A few days ago I was called to an executive level meeting out of the blue. My boss told me he’d chosen me to handle our newest accounts and that if I gave him everything he wanted, I’d be promoted to VP. I was speechless, as I usually am around him — speechless and horny as hell.
He’s the most perfectly put together man I’ve ever seen, but his presence is what really does me in. He fills the whole room, dominates everyone, gets whatever he wants with no more than a look. He’s ruthless power personified, and I want him. I want him to take me, use me, and do unspeakable things to me. But every time I see him, I start dropping things and goggling like a fish.
When I reach his outer office, his assistant buzzes me in. His back is to me as he types on his laptop. Rather than say anything, I simply take him in, his perfect posture, his smooth, long-fingered hands that I know would feel so good running over my body…
So much for my plan of keeping my thoughts professional. Now I need to use the file folder I’m carrying to cover the hard-on tenting my suit pants.
He curses and pushes away from his desk. When he glances up, something my twisted mind wants to believe is erotic interest flashes in his eyes. His lips curl up in a self-satisfied smile. Does he know I want him? I fight the urge to fall into his nearly black gaze. His eyes are so hypnotizing, I almost think he holds some supernatural power over me.
Several heart pounding seconds pass in silence. Then I find my voice. “What can I help you with, sir?”
He stands and walks around to me, invading my space with his heat and his nearly tangible aura of authority. He shifts his hips so he’s half sitting on the edge of his desk and looks me up and down. He’s close enough I could reach out and pet him — and I want to.
My gaze drops to his mouth as his lips part and his tongue swipes across them before he speaks.
“Yesterday you said you’d be willing to do anything I needed. Did you mean that?”
His question makes my breath catch. Why do I have the feeling he isn’t just talking about putting in extra hours? I nod. “Yes, sir.”
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Sex on the Hoof and Seduction of the Captain are at ARe!
Sep 19, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, book release, D/s, erotica, m/m, paranormal, sci fi, shapeshifter, vampire
Both my July releases, Sex on the Hoof and Seduction of the Captain are now available at All Romance eBooks (ARe).
Sex on the Hoof by Silvia Violet
Deer shifter Jason Fleetfoot has turned his life around. After years of taking chances, he’s got a job as a crime lab technician, and he’s determined to forgo the risky behavior of his past.
Then he meets Drew Danvers, the only undead detective in the city. Jason hates vampires, or does he? Drew defies all the stereotypes of his kind and something about him has taken hold of Jason and won’t let go.
Will Jason take a chance on a man others would label a risk to his health if not his very life?
Seduction of the Captain by Silvia Violet
Kajinek is a Lalatian Dominant who must feed on fear, pain, and sex for survival. Since leaving his homeworld, he hasn’t met a woman who could truly satisfy his needs.
Mercenary captain Saida Alexander needs a pilot for the most dangerous mission she’s ever undertaken. She chooses Kajinek, because he’s reputed to be the very best. She never suspects that he’ll awaken the submissive desires she’s ignored for years.
When Saida knocks on Kajinek’s door, he senses that she’s the partner he’s been looking for. He agrees to fly her ship under one condition; she must personally feed his darkest desires. Can Saida give in to what her body wants or will submitting sexually shatter the careful control she wields over the rest of her life?
Guest Blogger: Sue Brown
Sep 13, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger, m/m
Today I’ve got the delightful Sue Brown here with me. The coffee’s hot. Grab a cup and join us.
Tell us about your latest release, Sue.
My latest story is Racing Raindrops, in the Chasing the Dream anthology, published by Silver. It’s a short story about Tony, who takes shelter in a bar and realises that it is the last place he should be when he propositioned by the barman and his cousin. He has a choice; take the plunge and risk losing his family, or remain closeted and unhappy. Tony decides to let the raindrops choose. I’ve got the wonderful GA Hauser, Patricia Logan, Lisa Worrall and SammyJo Hunt with me as well.
What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy? M/M obviously. I just can’t get my head around het. Within that, I’ve tried sci-fi, paranormal, western and contemporary.
Do you have a favorite character from one of your books? Luke from Morning Report. I love his possessive, tempestuous nature and the fact if any man lays a hand on Simon he’d have his balls. I love that man. *sigh* I love Luke!
Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tried yet but you’d like to explore? BDSM. I keep dipping my toes in and then running away. I’m worried about getting it wrong.
How do you make time in your life for writing? At the moment I have the university holidays. During the semesters it’s a matter of late nights and early mornings.
What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors? I love fantasy and crime, and within M/M I read virtually anything. Authors, hmmm… David Eddings, Patricia Cornwall, Chris Owen, JL Langley, Marion Zimmer Bradley. I could go on and on.
If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing? Heh! Domestic. Kids. Walking the dog. If I’m lucky, meeting a friend in London for lunch and a museum.
Choose six adjectives to describe yourself. Sparky, grumpy, friendly, lazy… I can’t think of anything else.
Describe the perfect meal. Roast lamb, roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, lots of thick gravy, vegetables (if I must).
If you were a dessert what would you be and why? Dark chocolate Mousse. I’m soft and squidgy really with a slightly tart flavour.
Thanks for joining me, Sue! Here’s a taste of Racing Raindrops….
Racing Raindrops by Sue Brown (part of the Chasing the Dream anthology)
The sudden rain shower caught Tony by surprise. He looked for options to wait it out before continuing his journey to the grocery store, relieved to spot a bar just across the street. Making a sudden detour, Tony avoided falling over a stroller filled with a sleeping toddler. He apologized to the outraged mother and headed for the door, her angry shouts following his progress. It was dark and warm inside Mac’s Bar, a welcome relief from the heavy raindrops.
Shaking his head to clear the water from his face, Tony froze on the doorstep, nerves coiling in the pit of his stomach, as he suddenly realized what kind of bar it was. He could find another bar. This wasn’t the only establishment along the street. Or he could grow a set and take the final step, a rite of passage to acknowledge that he wasn’t as arrow straight as he told the world. If he stepped over the threshold, there would be no going back.
It was just a frigging gay bar, for fuck’s sake. The world wasn’t going to shake just because Tony DiMarco took a drink in a fag bar.
Maybe not the whole world, but his little part of Manhattan would be shaken to its very core. There was a good chance his momma and poppa would never talk to him again. Anthony DiMarco III, son of fourth generation Italian storekeepers, the first DiMarco to go to college, an internee every summer for their local senator, a rising star in local politics—there was no way they were going to accept he was a faggot.
“My boy’s gonna go all the way to the top!” his poppa boasted to anyone who’d listen. He was so proud of his oldest son.
Poppa wouldn’t be so proud of Little Tony now, would he? Old Tony hated all queers and was proud to boast that the only time some fag came onto him, the fanuk lost all his front teeth. Tony shivered. There was good reason not to tell his Poppa that Little Tony liked the boys.
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A Sexy Taste of Reef’s Guardian
Sep 12, 2011 Filed under: book release, erotica, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter 
Tags: Changeling Press, coral reef, erotic romance, erotica, gay erotica, gay romance, m/m, m/m erotica, m/m romance, paranormal, paranormal romance, shapeshifter
Welcome to Monday! To make the start of the week sexier, I’ve got another excerpt to share from Reef’s Guardian…..
Wet: Reef’s Guardian by Silvia Violet
Brett Leland serves as the director of an underwater research station located near one of the world’s last healthy coral reefs. His life’s work is focused on protecting the reef and discovering why it has remained healthy as others are failing. But his university plans to sell the research station, and someone is trying to sabotage his final mission.
Setiwan Maramis is one of the legendary shape shifting guardians of the reef. He’s been watching Brett since the scientist first came to the station, and he wants Brett as both an ally and a lover. He is forbidden to reveal himself to humans, but when an enemy puts Brett’s life in danger, Setiwan follows his heart rather than the dictates of his people.
Excerpt:
Setiwan pumped his arm-like fins and hovered near the corner of his tank. He’d spent the last few hours making a careful study of the lab and listening to the researchers as they worked around him. As he expected, all the animals Brett Leland and his research team had collected for study were well cared for.
Those who were able to communicate with Guardians let him know that while they longed to get back to the ocean, the humans hadn’t harmed them.
He swam over to a fake green fungus coral and practiced manipulating the color of his skin until he blended in with the coral. Then he tried the same trick next to a yellow sea fan. Guardians had the ability to take on the form of any reef dwelling animal, but Setiwan preferred cuttlefish. He enjoyed the complexity of their thought patterns and their seductive ability to shift the color of their skin at will. He’d practiced the color strobing technique enough to use it in his human form. He intended to wow Brett with it later.
He wasn’t certain Brett was gay. But the researcher had never shown any interest in the beautiful woman, Sophia, who worked with him despite her obvious crush on him. In Seti’s mind this meant he was either gay or way too nice. But gay or straight, Setiwan was determined to have his scientist. He could take on a female form if he must though he much preferred sex as a man. And pounding Brett’s ass until he screamed Seti’s name had featured in his fantasies regularly since Seti first saw him.
After getting Setiwan and the other cuttlefish settled in their tank, Brett had gone for another dive with one of the professors on his team, Andy he believed the man’s name was. Setiwan heard a splash and turned toward the wet room door. He saw two divers hoist themselves out of the water. It must be Brett and Andy; as far as he knew the other four researchers were all in the bunk room. Sophia had come out several minutes before to check the readings for the generator and air purification system and to feed some of the fish, but she’d returned to the other side of the station.
A moment later, the two men opened the door separating the wet room from the lab and placed a tank holding some anemones and clown fish on the floor of the lab. Then they both removed their scuba gear, and Andy stripped down to the Speedo he wore under his dive suit. “I’m headed to bed if you’re sure you don’t need me.”
Brett glanced at the clock. It was nearly eleven. It was easy to lose all track of day and night living underwater. “That’s fine. I want to get these fish settled into their tanks anyway. We all need some rest. I’ll brief everyone over breakfast at seven.”
The man nodded and headed toward the bunk room. Once Brett put the clown fish and anemones in a tank, he returned to the wet room. Setiwan swam to the far end of his tank where he could still see Brett clearly. Brett stripped off his dive suit, pushing the wet material slowly down his body. Air flowed faster through Setiwan’s gills, and his body displayed a dizzying swirl of colors as he watched the object of his desire reveal the gorgeous body he’d salivated over for weeks.
He’d often watched Brett at night as he stood at the observation window in board shorts or pajama pants. Brett’s arms and shoulders were beautifully sculpted. His chest was mostly hairless, but a tantalizing treasure trail disappeared beneath the waist of his pants. Setiwan often imagined kissing through the soft hair and sliding his tongue along Brett’s waistband as he pushed his pants down over his hips. Then he would take Brett’s cock in his mouth, tasting him and breathing in his scent.
Now he watched, mesmerized, as Brett pushed his wetsuit over his slim hips. He bent to push the suit down his leg, temporarily hiding his cock from view but treating Seti to the amazing sight of his tight muscular ass and his sac hanging between his legs. Seti wanted to leap out of the tank, shift to human form, and show Brett what he could do to that hot ass.
Brett pulled his dive suit over his feet and hung it to dry. Then he turned and Setiwan got a full frontal view. Even after the chill water, his cock was impressively thick where it lay nestled on his balls. Seti wanted to take it in his mouth and feel it harden as he sucked, licked, kissed. He forgot how to move his fins for a moment and nearly slammed into the side of the tank.
* * *
Brett grabbed a pair of board shorts off a hook and pulled them on. He frowned as he watched the tank containing the cuttlefish. The one who’d led him on a chase looked like he’d forgotten how to swim. Brett bent down and studied the creature more closely. He seemed all right now. Maybe Brett had startled him.
Once he was confident that the cuttlefish was swimming fine again, Brett checked the monitors for the power and life support systems. All readouts registered in the normal range. He sat down and turned his chair to face the observation window. He watched the fish, rays, and eels swim back and forth and his mind drifted once again to the mystery man who’d haunted his dreams since his last excursion here. His hand dropped to his cock, already semi-hard from the images in his mind. He lazily slid his hand up and down over the cotton fabric of his shorts. His cock hardened fully as he replayed his most recent dream.
The beautiful man with the long, silvery blond hair stood naked in the doorway of the bunk room. The other researchers had vanished. The man strode over to Brett’s bunk and climbed in on top of him. Brett was suddenly naked too. And the man was kissing him, licking him, biting him, making him lose himself to passion in a way he hadn’t in a long time.
Damn. He hadn’t meant to let his thoughts travel along this line, but in these cramped quarters privacy was nonexistent and need built over the course of an expedition. He listened carefully. Not hearing a sound from the bunk room, feeling like a horny teenager, he decided to risk it…
Dinner with a Hero – Silvia Violet – Setiwan
Sep 9, 2011 Filed under: book release, erotica, m/m, paranormal, recipes, shapeshifter, sweet treats
If I’m not writing or reading, you’ll likely find me in the kitchen trying out a new recipe or baking up sweet treats. I have a deep and abiding love for food. I think eating a really good chocolate cake is one of the most erotic experiences anyone can have. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that as I get to know my characters one of the first things I ask them is what they like to eat.
These details don’t always make it into my books, but I can’t really understand a man until I know what I would cook for him if he came to dinner at my house. I’ve asked some of my favorite authors to join me in making dinner for a character of their choice. Each week, one of us will be sharing a little about one of my heroes and a dinner I would make for him.
Today I’m cooking for Setiwan, one of the heroes of my latest release, Reef’s Guardian. He’s a Guardian, a magical creature who has a human form but can also take the form of any creature who lives on or around the coral reef his family is sworn to protect. When underwater he prefers the form of a cuttlefish, a blacktip reef shark or one of the reef’s other predators, and he enjoys a diet of fish and crustaceans. When on land he’s still likes to indulge in good, responsibly harvested seafood. He’s also got a sweet tooth, especially for anything involving tropical fruit and cream. So I’ll be making a spicy seafood bisque served with crusty grilled bread and an Asian-inspired salad. For dessert, I’m make my own recipe for banana pudding.
This Spicy Seafood Bisque is very easy to prepare, and it is one of my favorite dishes to make for guests. I replace the tomato juice and hot sauce with spicy V8 (the low salt version). I always serve it with a loaf crusty bread that I slice, brush with olive oil or melted butter and grill either outside or on my stove top grill pan.
An Asian Salad with oranges and water chestnuts makes a perfect accompaniment.
Silvia’s Banana Pudding
1/3 cup flour
2/3 cup brown sugar
2 cups milk
2 egg yolks
2 T butter
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup heavy cream, whipped until stiff peaks form
4-6 bananas, slice (they should be fully ripe but not mushy)
Vanilla Wafers (approximately half a box)
To make the custard:
Combine flour, sugar, and milk in a pan, cook over medium heat until thick and bubbly stirring frequently. Let it cook for about a minute at this stage then remove from heat. Stir about a cup of the hot mixture into beaten egg yolks. Return egg mixture to pan and bring to a boil. Let boil, stirring frequently for two minutes. Remove from heat and stir in butter and vanilla. Cool to room temperature. (To speed this up, I put the pan into a large bowl filled with ice and stir frequently. Once the mixture has cooled, fold in whipped cream.
To assemble:
Layer the bottom of a 2 qt casserole dish with vanilla wafers. Cover with banana slices. Then layer on 1/3 of the custard. Repeat two times. Cover and chill for at least an hour.
Reef’s Guardian is Available Now!
Sep 8, 2011 Filed under: book release, D/s, erotica, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter Tags: coral reef, erotica, eye candy, gay erotica, gay romance, m/m, m/m romance, paranormal, paranormal romance, shapeshifter, underwater
Get yourself over to Changeling Press to get your copy of Reef’s Guardian which was just released!
Wet: Reef’s Guardian by Silvia Violet
Brett Leland serves as the director of an underwater research station located near one of the world’s last healthy coral reefs. His life’s work is focused on protecting the reef and discovering why it has remained healthy as others are failing. But his university plans to sell the research station, and someone is trying to sabotage his final mission.
Setiwan Maramis is one of the legendary shape shifting guardians of the reef. He’s been watching Brett since the scientist first came to the station, and he wants Brett as both an ally and a lover. He is forbidden to reveal himself to humans, but when an enemy puts Brett’s life in danger, Setiwan follows his heart rather than the dictates of his people.
Reef’s Guardian will be here soon!
Sep 7, 2011 Filed under: book release, D/s, erotica, excerpts, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter
Reef’s Guardian will be here very very soon. Here’s a little taste…..
Blurb:
Brett Leland serves as the director of an underwater research station located near one of the world’s last healthy coral reefs. His life’s work is focused on protecting the reef and discovering why it has remained healthy as others are failing. But his university plans to sell the research station, and someone is trying to sabotage his final mission.
Setiwan Maramis is one of the legendary shape shifting guardians of the reef. He’s been watching Brett since the scientist first came to the station, and he wants Brett as both an ally and a lover. He is forbidden to reveal himself to humans, but when an enemy puts Brett’s life in danger, Setiwan follows his heart rather than the dictates of his people.
Excerpt:
“We can’t destroy the station.” Setiwan paced the length of his father’s office. Being on land too long always made him restless. He needed to get back in the water that afternoon even if only for a swim.
His father shook his head. “If the station falls into the Stanley Corp’s hands, we’ll have no choice.”
Seti fought the urge to yell. Why wouldn’t anyone listen to him? “If we fund a research team, the university won’t sell it.”
“Possibly. They may simply want to be rid of the burden.”
Seti sank heavily into one of the upholstered chairs in front of his father’s desk. He glanced out the window but from this angle a matrix of tall buildings blocked his view of the beach and the ocean beyond. “There are still enough humans who care about the environment to raise an uproar. The academics don’t need more bad press. Not if they can get the money elsewhere, at least that’s what Dr. Leland thinks.”
His father arched a brow. “You seem quite enamored of Dr. Leland.”
Heat crept into Setiwan’s face. He didn’t want to discuss his interest in the researcher with his father. “He’s an excellent scientist, and he’s passionate about reef conservation. He would help us protect the reef.”
His father frowned. “He’s human.”
“So are most of the people who work for you.”
“They’re in our land-based offices, not on the reef. If we let the humans work with us underwater, they are certain to learn our secrets and that –”
“Is forbidden by Guardian law.” Setiwan just managed to keep from rolling his eyes. “I know. You’ve been quoting these laws to me since I was a toddler. When those laws were made, the current levels of pollution and climate change were unimaginable.”
Setiwan’s father sighed. “True, but I can’t make a unilateral decision to change our protocols.”
Setiwan squeezed his hands into fists. Why was his father so damn reluctant to take charge? “Who can change the policy if not you? You’re one of the most respected and powerful Guardians. You’re in a position to fund research which could help the reef and even transform other reefs whose Guardians have renounced their duties.”
“I will not simply ignore the laws that have guided our people for centuries.”
But he could if he wanted to. Few Guardians had even half his power or his business sense. He’d started ExploreSafe and made it into an internationally respected company providing environmentally friendly equipment for diving and marine research. His father still worked out of the original office in Indonesia, but they now had offices in Australia, Japan, and the US. His father wanted the Guardians to have resources and contacts in the human world. Why wouldn’t he use those now?
His father tapped a pen against his desk. Setiwan looked up, his attention back on the man in front of him. His father spoke again. “Imagine what would happen if knowledge of our abilities got out.”
Setiwan frowned. That would be disastrous. He could see the headlines now, ExploreSafe CEO Practices Witchcraft, Businessman Claims He Can Change Form. And yet, what choice did they have if they were going to save their reef? “We have no way of knowing how much worse the situation will get. We may reach a point where we no longer have the power to keep our reef healthy. My energy is drained daily simply from counteracting the effects of pollutants and overly warm waters.”
His father tapped the end of a pen on his desk, a rare show of agitation. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”
“I want you to give the university enough funding to keep the station running and let their researchers work hand in hand with us to protect our reef and others in the region.”
His father frowned. “I can’t promise you that, not without more evidence that these researchers are trustworthy.”
Setiwan barely kept himself from grinning. His father hadn’t said no. He was actually considering his idea. What his father didn’t know was that Seti had extensive knowledge about Brett Leland’s research as well as the work of other research teams who’d spent time on the station.
Every time a new group of scientists arrived, Seti waited until they were all asleep and entered the station through the moon pool. He checked on the animals they’d taken from the reef and read through their records to ascertain their research goals. If their test subjects weren’t being properly cared for or their motives weren’t pure, he made sure little things went wrong, nothing to harm the humans but enough to hassle them and make them less likely to want to return.
The last time Brett Leland had come below, Setiwan took his explorations further. He’d crept into the station’s bunk room and watched Brett sleep. He couldn’t explain why the man called to him, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself from leaning down and brushing the man’s lips with his own. Brett had groaned, a low soft sound that had Seti stroking his cock and wishing he dared take his explorations further.
“I’ll go on board and talk to them.” Setiwan’s heart pounded. No other Guardian would dare make such a statement to his father. Hiding from humans while underwater was the number one Guardian law.
