Welcome to our Grand Finale celebrations for the outstandingly talented
In our final post, we'll talk about A Bond Of Three, First, and Debt, three standalone novels, with excerpts. We'll also have a Q&A session with K.C, and at the very bottom there'll be one more chance to win.
First up,
A Bond Of Three:
Blurb:
In the kingdom of Teruna, the red-cloaked Seruani teach the Terunans the art of love. Taken from their homes at seventeen to be trained, they are shunned as outcasts by society and considered the lowest of the low. So when Prince Tanish falls in love with the Seruan Feyar, the man who took his virginity and the only one to share his bed, he is not about to declare that love. No one can ever know, because the consequences would be too painful to consider for both of them.
When the king of Vancor visits Teruna, he promises that his son, Prince Sorran, will marry Prince Tanish to solidify the alliance between the two kingdoms, with the proviso that the virginal Sorran is instructed in the art of pleasing his husband-to-be. When Tanish’s father chooses Feyar to be this instructor, the lovers decide Prince Sorran must be taught that this is to be a marriage in name only….
A resentful prince, unwilling to share his lover.
A resentful Seruan, unwilling to share his prince.
And the shy prince whose very nature sparks changes in the lives of all those around them.
Teruna is about to change forever.
Excerpt:
“Where
were you?”
Tanish
swung around. Feyar was standing in the open window, his cashor
already wrapped around him. Those blue eyes regarded him steadily, no
trace of a smile.
Whatever
I do, it seems I cannot win.
I
hurt them both.
“We
must talk, my terushan.”
He went swiftly to Feyar and held out his hand to lead him to the
bed.
Feyar
arched his eyebrows. “And this talking shall take place in bed?”
He sniffed the air and his eyes grew round. “You were with Sorran.
I can smell him on you.” His nostrils flared and his lips pressed
together.
There
was no mistaking his reaction.
With
a groan Tanish tugged him to the bed and pushed him to sit. “This
is why we need to talk.” He knelt on the fur rug before Feyar. “The
first time you met Sorran, you felt guilty, did you not? As if your
being with him was a betrayal?” Feyar stared and then gave a short
nod. “And I admit it, I was jealous. The thought of the two of you
together tortured me.”
Feyar’s
expression eased. “Oh, my corishan.”
He moved as if to embrace Tanish.
Tanish
held up his hand. “And last night I found Sorran weeping. We did
that, you and I. We avoided him and left him alone, a young man far
from home and those who love him.” He watched Feyar’s reaction.
His face flushed, and Tanish nodded. “Yes, now you feel as guilty
as I. He was so lonely, my terushan.
It made my heart ache to see him. And when I kissed him….” He
closed his eyes, the memory stirring his blood.
Feyar
let out a long, drawn-out breath.
Tanish
opened his eyes and shook his head slowly. “We cannot continue
thus. Both of us jealous when the other spends time with him, both of
us gnawed inside by guilt.”
Feyar
got to his feet and paced across the room, wringing his hands. “Then
what are we to do? For if this continues, we shall all be in
torment.” There was pain in his eyes. “Tanish, we torture
ourselves in this way. You are to marry him in twenty-six days time.
He will be a part of your life, political marriage or not.” He
swallowed. “I can no longer hate him, my corishan,
not now I have met him. How could anyone hate that sweet youth? But I
cannot bear the thought of you sharing a bed with him.”
“And
the thought of you touching him, making love to him….” Tanish
shuddered. “I fear it will drive me mad.” He stood facing Feyar,
a space between them.
It
is as if Sorran stands there, invisible to the eye but making his
presence felt, the three of us forming a trinity of….
Tanish
froze, the image in his head so vivid that it took his breath away.
By
the Maker, why did I not think of this?
“Tanish?”
He
shook himself and met Feyar’s concerned gaze. Tanish smiled. They
had been so blind, both of them. The answer had been there all the
time.
“There
is a solution.”
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Second in today's line-up,
First:
Blurb:
It’s taken Tommy Newsome a while to get his head around being gay.
Growing up in a small town in Georgia, hasn’t prepared him for the more liberal life of a student at the university in Athens. Add to that the teachings of his parents and his church, and you have one shy young man who feels out of his depth. Working on his daddy’s farm hasn’t given him any chance of a social life, certainly not one like the clubs of Atlanta have on offer. Not that Tommy feels comfortable when he gets to sample it—Momma’s lectures still ring loudly inside his head.
All that changes when he goes to his first gay bar and sets eyes on Mike Scott.
When Mike’s not behind the bar at Woofs, he’s busy with his life as adult entertainer Scott Masters. Twenty years in the industry and the times, they are a-changing. Mike’s not had much luck in the relationship department, but as his mom is fond of telling him, you keep fishing in the same pond, you’re gonna reel in the same kind of fish. Maybe it’s time for a change.
And then a beautiful young man asks Mike to be his first….
Excerpt:
A lesson in what you
get for cheating at Scrabble
“Gonna
put you over my knee and paddle your ass for that,” Mike said,
rising to his feet and making a show of rolling back his
shirtsleeves. That grin of his hadn’t budged an inch.
In
spite of his racing heartbeat, Tommy chuckled. “You gotta catch me
first.” He stood up slowly, trying to work out what Mike would do
next. Tommy edged around the table, his gaze trained on Mike. “An’
who says I’m gonna let you whup my ass, even if you do catch me,
papaw?”
He grinned. “I’m bigger ’n’ you.” He started to back away
carefully from the table, unsure of his footing but not daring to
take his eyes off Mike.
Mike
laughed. “Yeah, but I’m faster.” Suddenly he lunged toward
Tommy, hands ready to grab him. Tommy squealed, turned—and went
flying over the arm of the couch, to land on the seat cushions with a
whump.
Mike yelled out a triumphant, gleeful shout and dived on top of him,
those fingers going to work immediately, pulling up Tommy’s sweater
and T-shirt and tickling his ribs.
“Arrgh,
Mike, no!” Tommy yelled, squirming, but there was no way to escape
the torture when Mike’s weight was pinning him to the couch. He
tried to heave Mike off, but damn, he was stronger than Tommy had
reckoned on.
“Ha!
You thought I’d forgotten you were ticklish? Fat chance.” Mike
let his fingers dance over Tommy’s abs until Tommy was crying and
laughing, all at the same time. Mike’s eyes sparkled. “You had
enough yet? Huh?” All the while he kept up the remorseless assault.
“Ready to say ‘uncle’?”
Tommy
could hardly see for the tears streaming down his face. “Uh-uh!”
He didn’t know how much more he could take. Mike paused, and for
one blessed moment Tommy thought it was over—until Mike yanked up
his T-shirt and started blowing raspberries on his belly. “Aw…
shit, Mike… no!” He could barely scream out the words, his voice
hoarse, his breathing ragged.
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And lastly, but surely not least,
Debt:
Blurb:
Two months after Mitch Jenkins had the rug pulled out from under him when his two-year relationship came to an abrupt end, he is still hurting. A colleague’s attempt to cheer him up brings Mitch to a secret “club.” Mitch isn’t remotely interested in the twinks parading like peacocks, until he spies the young man at the back of the room, nose firmly in a book and oblivious to his surroundings. Now Mitch is interested.
Nikko Kurokawa wants to pay his debt and get the hell out of the Black Lounge—where he is forced to not only have sex, but sometimes suffer abuse to please clients. Earning his freedom isn’t proving easy, especially when he starts attracting interest. Life becomes that little bit easier to bear when he meets Mitch, who is nothing like the other men who frequent the club. And when Mitch crawls under his skin and into his heart, Nikko figures he can put up with anything. Before long he’ll be out of there, and he and Mitch can figure out if they have a future together.
Neither of them counted on those who don’t want Nikko to leave….
Excerpt:
“Any more slaw,
Mom?” Deirdre asked, putting down the bowl of potato chips and
glancing toward the table with its piles of neatly sliced burger buns
and hot dog rolls, and containers of relish and ketchup.
“In the
refrigerator. But you’ll have to go get it.” Mom grinned. “I’m
supervising your father.” Deirdre chuckled and set off toward the
house.
His dad brandished
the tongs. “Heavens, woman, do I look
like I need supervising?”
There was a brief
moment’s silence before everyone assembled around the gas grill
burst out laughing. Monica snorted and spluttered, spraying Coke all
over her blouse.
She looked down at
her stained clothing in disgust. “Great, now I have to go change
into something else.” She scowled at her dad. “Way to go, Dad.”
She put down her glass and marched back to the house.
Eric was still
laughing. “Oh, come on, Malcolm, you have to admit, you haven’t
exactly got a good track record when it comes to barbecues.”
Dad huffed. “I’ll
have you know, I always do the grilling in this house.”
“Yeah, and you
always burn it,” Deirdre called out, coming along the path with a
container of slaw. “I’m with Mom on this one—you need
watching.”
“Nonsense. Anyone
can grill. Why, I—”