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Day 9 – 12 Days of Christmas Blitz ‘Kissing Strangers’ #Paranormal #Historical #Romance @ddehel @SDSXXTours @eXtasyBooks

Kissing Strangers
The Twelve Days of Christmas #9
by D.S. Dehel
Genre: Paranormal Historical Romance
Print Length: 90 pages
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Publication Date: December 20, 2019
A haunting Christmas tale.
Christmas of 1899, the world looks forward to new discoveries, new inventions,
and a new century. Wealthy heiress Viola Peery is looking forward to
a new life and a husband, preferably one with a title, since her
father has told her not to return from England without one.

A New Year’s weekend at Aescton Hall holds promise for Viola and
eight other ladies of wealth. There, ten eligible bachelors will vie
for their hearts and hands during dinners, skating parties, and—of
course—balls. Both the charming Cedric Stanhope and the dashing
Rhys Findlay catch Viola’s eye and pique her interest, and through
flirty tea parties and nightly waltzes, she mulls her decision.
But one of the men holds a secret that will change her destiny and haunt
her for the rest of her life.
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and British television. Her devoted husband is still convinced she
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a love which must be denied… The Knights of Camelot #series #gay #fantasy @blakwulf @SDSXXTours

Lancelot and the King
The Knights of Camelot Book 1
by Sarah Luddington
Genre: M/M Historical Fantasy Romance
A love long-held, the love of a knight for his king, a love which must
be denied.
Lancelot is banished from Camelot in disgrace, not only has he lost his honour
and country, but too late he realises he has lost his love.
When duty calls him to return, Lancelot doesn’t think twice and once
more puts on his armour. If his king needs him and he is called to
the sword, he knows where he must be.
His country is threatened, the dark wings of war are gathering and his
love… that will just have to wait.
The needs of one man’s heart cry for peace, but Lancelot understands
what he must do.
He will stand shoulder to shoulder with the man he loves and if they
survive the battlefields, if they can survive the peace, then maybe,
just maybe, a knight and his king can put aside their call to arms
and listen to the call of their hearts.
The Knights of Camelot series is a reimagining of the Arthurian legends.
Each book features two (or more) men in love with one another, steamy
encounters, and more. These books are not intended to be read as
standalones, so be sure to start at the beginning with Lancelot and the King.
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Lancelot and the Sword
The Knights of Camelot Book 2
A powerful new threat looms over Camelot and the fleeting sanctuary of
love is shattered. Maybe beyond repair.
Lancelot and Arthur must place their joy on hold to save the kingdom.
As chaos takes hold over the land, the time for tender passion has
passed. This is the time for heroes, the time for a king and his
greatest knight to make a stand and lead their country through the
fires of war.
But in the midst of the battles sometimes the needs of the moment demand
sacrifice and a trust is broken.
With the blood of betrayal still running, Lancelot finds himself drawn to
another. Perhaps in Tancred’s tender embrace he might just find the
peace he so desperately craves.
But a jealous king is a dangerous creature and the ghosts of the dead are
intent on hounding a broken soul to the grave.
Lancelot and the Grail
The Knights of Camelot Book 3
A broken and shattered knight hides from the world and from the man who
destroyed him. Betrayed by the man he loved, Lancelot vows that the
only way he will return is to see the heart of his king staining the
floors of Camelot.
Then one day, a gentler soul tracks down the tormented knight and sets to
repairing a mind so damaged, there may never be a way back. When
Tancred finds Lancelot, he is barely recognisable.
The revenant of a once powerful knight, with a heart which burns so
intensely, it is only the pain which gives life.
But Tancred is not going to lose a soulmate he has spent a lifetime
waiting to find.
Lancelot will return and his sword is thirsty for blood. The power of the
Grail and the fury of Excalibur are turned on the enemies of Camelot
in a race to save a kingdom and a brotherhood bound in blood.
Lancelot’s Challenge
The Knights of Camelot Book 4
With King Arthur’s blood still fresh on Lancelot’s hands, a deal is
struck. A deal which will bind the knight to an evil power in return
for the life of the man he loves.
Lancelot is forced to work for the fey in a bargain which is set to unleash a
new terror on the lands. A force so powerful that even the gods step
back to watch.
With Tancred at his side, the vengeful knight must bide his time and play
the fey’s games.
Games which will cost Lancelot his soul if he cannot find a way to defeat
the evil which grows. But when the final prophecy is revealed,
Lancelot must challenge his fate alone.
Lancelot’s Burden
The Knights of Camelot Book 5
The gods play games, and Albion’s gods seem to enjoy the chase. When
chaos descends the gentlest soul will break.
When that soul belongs to the man to whom Lancelot has given his heart,
death is coming for the tormenters.
Lancelot is now the king of Albion and his sword will destroy her enemies.
Even if those enemies are more powerful than anything he could have
dreamed.
But first he needs to save his love. A man so destroyed that his thirst
for revenge will not stop until the kingdom runs red.
Forced to make alliances with once hated enemies, the needs of war forge
dangerous bedfellows.
To save a kingdom may just cost Lancelot the only thing he has left. His
soul.
Lancelot’s Curse
The Knights of Camelot Book 6
With only one chance to save his lover, and his land, Lancelot must make a
new deal with the gods.
They will demand everything Lancelot holds and take the last threads of
hope from his heart.
The torment that the god of chaos and misery sets to work in Lancelot’s
life, threatens to destroy Albion and Camelot, but the god never
figured on the power of love and with Arthur’s help, there may just
be a way to survive such sadness.
Lancelot must find a way to stop their destruction before Camelot, Albion and
Tancred are lost forever. This time there is no hope, no battle he
can win, no twist to save his cursed life.
The knight turns his eyes to the heavens and his curse follows on a swift
sword.
His only hope is that the sacrifice he gives proves to be enough to save
his lost love.
Betrayal of Lancelot
The Knights of Camelot Book 7
For six hundred years, Lancelot has been lost.
Lost in a world so far from Camelot that his blood stills and his soul
craves nothing but oblivion. Six hundred years of fighting other
men’s wars and bedding other men’s lovers. Six hundred years of death.
But Fate wants her hero back and Lancelot must give up this new world of
machines and cities to return to Albion.
The gods are rising and Mordred has a new ally.
An ally more fearsome than any Lancelot has ever encountered.
With Arthur once more by his side, they face what they believe will be
their final battle. An appointment with the darkest soul in Albion
and his even darker god.
Passion of Lancelot
The Knights of Camelot Book 8
When the battle rests, the hearts are laid bare.
Lancelothas destroyed the person who loved him and who brought him back from
the dead. Tancred lies broken and Arthur will never release his hold
on Lancelot.
But wars have no time for broken hearts and the three men are all that
stand between Camelot and the advancing armies in the north. Somehow
they must find a way to put the pain of broken love to one side
before all is lost under the gathering evil.
They must learn to trust each other once more, if only for one last time.
Camelot needs its greatest knights now; there will be time enough for
hearts to heal when the battle is done.
If they survive.
Revenge of Lancelot
The Knights of Camelot Book 9
When a god strips you of everything you love, what is there left to do but fight?
Lancelot, Arthur and Tancred face their god of madness and chaos in the centre
of the world. Fate holds her breath as the three heroes draw on the
last of their strength to bring peace to Albion.
But can a warrior ever be still? Is there a place where heroes can sleep?
Or is there only death for those who made death their lives?
Lancelot knows he is facing his final battle, but it is not the battle of the
sword he fears, it is the battle of the heart.
If he is victorious, he will secure peace for Albion for eternity. Yet
still his heart aches.
The fiercest knight that Camelot has ever known is fearful of the fragile
soul his battered body conceals.
There may be only one answer and the thought scares him more than any enemy
he has ever faced.
Lancelot- The Lost Years: The Spear
The Knights of Camelot Book 10
The voices of the past are often too strong to resist. I have been away from Camelot and
Albion for five long centuries. Occasionally though, a soul brushes
against mine and I feel it… I feel love in all its forms regardless
of the cost. No one can replace Arthur or Tancred, but there are
souls in this long lonely life that make it bearable, even happy, and
I live only for those candle flashes of hope.”
Lancelot is cursed to walk the world alone. His is the immortal Knight of
Camelot, cast adrift after angering the god Balar. Time drifts
endlessly for him until he finds a reason to live.
Lady Elizabeth Rothschild is a noble of the Great British Empire and she
is going to prove that a noble woman can control just as much as a
noble man. Her tool for this mission is a man called Lance Ash, a
drunkard, a whoremonger, a wastrel, but someone very good at his job.
He is her treasure hunter, and she wants him to find the Holy Spear
which pierced the flank of the true God.
Lance Ash knows
exactly how dangerous such a quest can be for all involved, but when
he meets the Lady Rothschild’s half brother, Lance Ash is lost and
Lancelot du Lac is reborn.
A Knights of Camelot story which
takes place between Lancelot’s Curse and Betrayal of Lancelot.
Sarah Luddington is the
author of historical gay romance and contemporary gay romance. She is
a gay rights activist, holds three martial arts black belts, a degree
in Medieval History and far too many dogs. She lives on a mountain in
Spain and in her spare time writes and reads LGBT fiction.
Come and visit her
website at http://www.romanticadventures.net or Facebook for more
information. She always welcomes contact with her readers.
Many thanks.
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Get ready for the storm ‘Storms Over Babylon’ #Romance #historical #SciFi @jennifermacaire

Get ready for the storm!

Ashley knows Alexander is going to die, unless she can somehow trick the Time Senders. In Babylon, everything is coming to a head.

Alexander

Storms Over Babylon
Accent Press / Simon & Schuster
14 June 2018
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Blurb : From the scorching plains of Persia to the opulent city of Babylon, Ashley and Alexander continue their sensuous and passionate journey through history. Alexander the Great is now king of Persia and Greece – but his reign will be short. Time-travelling Ashley knows when her husband will die. She’s determined to cheat Fate and save Alexander and her children, even if it brings the gates of time crashing down. Following Alexander on a tour of his new kingdom, she plans her moves and bides her time. She must, however, convince Alexander to abandon his crown and his kingdom.

Excerpt : In the month of May, the weather took a turn for the worse. Thunderstorms boomed over the city and there were swarms of hungry mosquitoes at night. Alexander had to oversee religious celebrations, some lasting until very late, and one evening he came back with a slight chill. I didn’t think much of it. Usse gave him some hot tea, and we lay down in bed. Plexis was already asleep, lying in his own bed next to ours. The mosquito netting moved slightly in the breeze. It was much cooler than it had been all week; the rain had cleared the air. During the night, Alexander developed a high fever. The next morning he could hardly move, his muscles cramped and he was drenched in sweat. It was malaria.
‘How do you feel now?’ I asked him for the hundredth time that day, after Usse gave him his medicine.
Alexander opened one eye and stared at me. It was his blue eye, I noticed. ‘I would feel better if my head stopped hurting,’ he admitted. ‘The fever is making me thirsty. Do you have any water nearby?’
‘Of course.’
I poured water from the pitcher into his golden cup and held it for him as he drank. The muscles in his throat worked as the water went down. Then he lay back on the bed with a sigh. ‘Do I die of malaria then?’ he asked. He tried to grin, but his mouth trembled suddenly. I leaned down and kissed him on his lips. They were hot and dry despite the cool drink.
‘Are you afraid?’
‘I thought I wouldn’t be.’ He took a shaky breath and let it out slowly. ‘But that was when I thought the only thing that counted was my kingdom.’
‘And now?’ I asked him.
‘I’ve had time to think. When you saved Plexis that’s when things began to change for me. I realized something I hadn’t known before. I want to stay with you. I love you, Ashley of the Sacred Sandals. I have told you that twice before. I should have said it more. Now, with this fever making my bones ache, I will tell you a third time. I want to see the babe you carry. I want to grow old surrounded by my loved ones. I no longer want to die. Does that answer your question? Yes, I am afraid.’
‘Don’t be afraid. I love you too, Alex.’
‘So why do you cry?’ He reached a hand to my cheek and brushed tears away.
‘Because I never dared hope that you would let go of your dream.’ My tears fell faster now. Teardrops sparkled on his hands like diamonds.
‘It took me long enough to understand that my dream was an empty one without you and Plexis by my side, and that my future was an illusion. Ashley, don’t cry. Please. I feel as if I’ve woken up from a long nightmare. All the battles and bloodshed, all the good men who died following me, they will lie on my conscious for ever. Only you will be able to ease my mind. You have seen the future, so you can tell me that it was not all futile.’
‘Of course not, Alexander. Nothing you did was futile.’
‘It feels that way now,’ he said. His eyes were very bright. I frowned at him. He was starting to sound distinctly un-Alexander-like. I put my hand on his forehead and jerked it back with a muffled cry. He was burning up.

author _photoAbout the Author: Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modelled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.

Jennifer’s blog and website: https://jennifermacaire.blogspot.fr/ https://authorjennifermacaire.wordpress.com/

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Forsaking Hope
Fair Cyprians of London
By Beverley Oakley

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Two years ago, she missed their secret assignation and disappeared without a trace. Now the divine “Miss Hope” is in Felix Durham’s bed – a ‘surprise cheering-up gift’ sourced by his friends from London’s most exclusive brothel. Felix is in heaven – and he wants to stay there.

So does Hope, but she can’t.

Hope Merriweather lives by a code of honour – even if she’s a prostitute.

Having sold her soul, she’s prepared to sacrifice everything else to protect what she believes in.

Even if honour – in her eyes – comes at the cost of thieving and breaking hearts. Including her own.

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Excerpt: 

Chapter One

Wilfred Hunt.
If there was a name to tip Hope into the abyss of despair she was hearing it spill from Madame Chambon’s lips now as the older woman directed Hope to take a seat in the reception room, presumably so Madame could loom oppressively over her.
With her hands on her ample, expensively padded hips, Hope’s benefactress—procuress, employer and gaoler were other monikers—sent Hope a beetling look that needed no interpreting: Regardless of Hope’s true feelings, Hope must project the required show of warmth and delight at being the chosen one.
Madame patted the side of her faux curls. Years of hot irons had reduced her hair to the texture of wool but her crowning glory these days was supplemented by the lustrous locks of those girls who dared cross her – before they were thrown back into the street from where most had come.
Nevertheless, Hope had to make her resistance clear. Surely Madame who knew her history would understand her loathing for this man, above all others. “I shan’t do it,” she whispered. There was little evidence of the willful child and wild adolescent who’d been the despair of her family. “I won’t—”
Outside, the noise of the traffic rumbling over the cobbles and the shrill calls of competing vendors settled upon the tense silence. Madame Chambon’s other girls, ranged around the sumptuously appointed room on red velvet upholstered banquettes, watched the exchange with prurient fascination. Hope knew it had been a calculated ploy of Madame’s to conduct her interview in public so that Hope would serve as an example to them.
No one crossed Madame Chambon.
The shrill cry of a fishmonger caused Madame to look pointedly out of the window. With something between a smile and a sneer, she smoothed a Marcel wave. “Is that where you plan to return, Hope? The gutter?” Her nose twitched and in the sunlight that filtered into the room, the grooves chiselled between mouth and chin were thrown into harsh relief, highlighted rather than hidden by the thick powder she used to conceal her age.
Madame Chambon’s comfort, now and into retirement, depended on obedient girls. Hope knew that as well as anyone. She’d had to bury her rebellious streak just to ensure food in her belly.
The Frenchwoman raised a chiselled brow and began to pace slowly in front of her girls. A painter with an eye for beauty would have been ecstatic at capturing such a spectacle on canvas. The discerning young man about town who visited 56 Albemarle Street was frequently rendered ecstatic by the range of delights Madame Chambon’s girls offered in addition to the visual.
“You forget yourself, Hope. I put a roof over your head and deck you out as handsomely as Mr Charles Worth ever did for his most discerning customer.” There was acid in Madame Chambon’s tone. “But for me, you’d be starving and glad of the pennies you could trade for a grubby stand-up encounter in a dark alley.” Madame Chambon thrust out her bosom and breathed through her nose, her response a calculated warning to the other girls arranged in various languid poses about the ornately decorated reception room that intransigence would not be tolerated.
“Mr Hunt has requested you.” She paused and when Hope remained silent, though her stance and expression left no one in any doubt as to her horror regarding this enforced assignation, went on. “Remember what I told you—what I tell all my girls when they first come here? The past must be forgotten the moment you step over my threshold. You are reborn, remodelled, refashioned into the most exquisite delectation of womanhood. A marquess, a prince, is well recompensed for the tidy sum he hands over in order to enjoy your sparkling wit, to converse with you in French, or if he chooses, on philosophy…to enjoy your charms…and,” she added significantly, “your gracious hospitality and tender ministrations to his needs. That is our agreement and you are no different. If Mr Hunt wishes you, Hope, to attend him at his residence then you will go.”
Faith, one of the kinder girls, patted Hope’s arm in silent solidarity. Hope didn’t expect any of them to speak up in her defence. Not when they all relied on Madame Chambon as much as she did to provide them with the necessities of life. Anything more than that was part of a strict contract that indentured a girl for life unless she was able to secure a generous benefactor to settle Madame’s severance bill. The fine clothes were part of the charade, necessary to entice a more elite clientele. Hope’s exquisite wardrobe did not belong to her though she’d have forsaken all the dupion silk and Spitalfields lace for the freedom of the gutter and to be mistress of her own destiny – and her body – if she could only be sure of a plate of gravy and potatoes every second day.
Closing her eyes, she hung her head, the carefully coiffed curls that fell forwards brushing against her tear-streaked cheeks. It was as well that they not be in evidence. Tears, weakness, vulnerability were like a red rag to a bull where Madame Chambon was concerned.
“How long…do I have to prepare myself?” She was not so stupid she couldn’t admit defeat when there was no alternative. Obduracy was beaten out of one, but tears ensured a girl got the very worst next assignment. Their clients weren’t all marquesses and princes, though they did require a very fat pocket book.
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.” Hope repeated it in a leaden tone, and stared at her hands, clasped in her lap; white-knuckled. As white as the rabbit-fur that edged her fashionable black-and-white striped satin cuirass. Hope had the tall, slim figure suited to the scandalously tight tie-back skirts that were all the rage, the back flowing into a train adorned with elaborate swags and trimmed with bows. She’d turned heads the length of Oxford Street as she’d promenaded along the pavement following a walk through Hyde Park earlier that afternoon. In fact, for the first time in two years, she’d almost felt happy as she’d pretended a sense of freedom in the afternoon sun, blocking her mind to the prison to which she was returning.
She drew in her breath and forced herself to be brave, knowing the punishment she’d invite for daring to speak her mind. “Please tell Mr Hunt I will see him again under sufferance.”
Madame Chambon’s voice was surprisingly caramel. “Well then, now that you have made your objection clear, Hope, you will be pleased to hear that Mr Hunt’s desires are not only motivated by fond memories of your no-doubt mutually satisfying congress. I believe he wishes to acquaint you with news of your family.”
Hope hid her shock. “I have no family.” With care, she modified her tone so it was as leaden as before though emotion roiled close to the surface.
“Not even a sister?”
Hope raised her chin. Here was the chink and Madame knew it. The woman did her research.
Aware that the other girls who surrounded her were tense with anticipation, Hope struggled not to respond. Camaraderie existed at surface level but one never knew when it might profit one to have the dirt on a fellow prostitute. It was, clearly, another reason Madame Chambon had chosen to make this conversation public.
“Mr Hunt will see you at nine tomorrow evening,” said the so-called Frenchwoman who, it was whispered, was from the gutters of Lambeth, not Paris. “At his apartments in Duke Street. Now go and prepare yourself for Lord Farrow. Married to a monolith like the venerable Lady Farrow, he likes his girls vivacious and free-spirited. There’ll be less coin in your pocket if you sully the transaction with that long face, Hope.”

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Author Info: 

Beverley Oakley was seventeen when she bundled up her first her 500+ page romance and sent it to a publisher. Unfortunately drowning her heroine on the last page was apparently not in line with the expectations of romance readers so Beverley became a journalist.
Twenty-six years later Beverley was delighted to receive her first publishing contract from Robert Hale (UK) for a romance in which she ensured her heroine was saved from drowning in the icy North Sea.
Since 2009 Beverley has written more than thirteen historical romances, mostly set in England during the early nineteenth century. Mystery, intrigue and adventure spill from their pages and if she can pull off a thrilling race to save someone’s honour – or a worthy damsel from the noose – it’s time to celebrate with a good single malt Scotch.
Beverley lives with her husband, two daughters and a Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy the size of a pony opposite a picturesque nineteenth century lunatic asylum. She also writes Africa-set adventure-filled romances tarring handsome bush pilot heroes, and historical romances with less steam and more sexual tension, as Beverley Eikli.

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can embrace his true identity #Historical #LGBT #Romance #CameronRamses @SDSXXTours

A Decade of Visions
by Cameron Ramses
Genre: Historical LGBT Romance
Born to a single mother in Dust Bowl-era Nebraska, Roy Manger learns to
deny his true self from an early age. The rural Midwest is no place
for a boy who wears girls’ clothes for fun—let alone for one who
suffers gruesome hallucinations. It is only when he leaves home that
he can embrace his true identity, spending his days as Roy and his
nights as Raina, working as an escort in a ritzy Chicago bordello.
But after a run-in with the law, Roy is torn between extremes: to
live as a man or as a woman; to ignore his grief or struggle to
accept it; to suppress his visions or seek to understand them. With
the support of Woodrow, a convict with a murky past, Roy will have to
come to terms with the fact that, in life, all of the greatest joys
must come from within—and the greatest dangers, too.


A Decade of Visions contains adult content suitable for mature readers
only. There are also instances of graphic gore and period typical
homophobia.

Cameron Ramses is an American writer living in France. Most days he can be
found sitting upright and feeling appalled. In addition to writing,
he also runs a French pastry Instagram. Follow him: brioche_boy

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to protect a troublesome secret #Gay #Romance @LeaBronsen

Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog!

When asked what inspires me to write books, I usually say it’s something I’ve seen or heard, or I’ve been challenged to dig deeply into my imagination and come up with a crazy idea. This time, it was a premade cover. The moment I saw this dark, sensual, slightly homo erotic image of a half-naked man in a fur coat on an exquisitely colored background, I knew it had to be mine. I decided in which historical period to set the story – the obscure, mythical age of the Vikings – and the ensuing process plunged me into an exciting and not so foreign world where everyday heroes lived the same dramas and battled for the same values and desires as we do in modern society. I hope you enjoy the read!

 

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As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

 

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After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants.

Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be.

Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him.

For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to Eðni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through.

“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan.

“What?”

“Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.”

“About what?” Roeland frowned.

“I’m marrying your sister.”

Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!”

“But I’m not…”

“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger.

By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.”

 

About the author

Lea Bronsen

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.

 

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Coming Oct. 20

A dark erotic crime ménage by Lea Bronsen

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Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

 

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