One of my favorite series I wrote is my shape shifter series featuring my white tiger – Antoine – and his lover – Sentinel agent Jack Hunter. In the first book – The Tiger Within – they must work together to track down and kill a beast. In The Hunter Within, their story continues, and Jack must decide if he goes back to his ‘old’ life or start fresh with his tiger in tow. The time period is late 1940′s – post WWII. Homosexuality is still very much hidden and abhorred. Jack has a hard time accepting his sexuality.
Here’s an except from The Hunter Within:
The situation was far worse than Antoine had first thought. Jack had retreated back into his self-hatred, and Antoine had to tread carefully, or he’d lose what they’d gained in the short time they were together. Not more than a few weeks spent as a couple, first in France, then in New York, after they had killed Le Bête and Eidolon escaped their grasp. But oh, what times they had shared—in and out of the bedroom. Jack had shown Antoine his favorite haunts in the city, taking him to a jazz club, McSorley’s Old Ale House, and walks in Central Park. They even took in a baseball game—a silly sport, but Jack had loved every second of it, and Antoine loved seeing Jack happy.
He caressed Jack’s stubbly cheek and then stole closer, his lips barely touching Jack’s mouth. Their breaths mingled. He could smell Jack’s smoky scent, feel the tension in his stiff back.
“Why can’t you just leave it?” Jack asked, his voice cracking.
“Because, khalid, I love you.”
Jack sat stock-still, his mouth parted, his breathing rapid. The teal eyes darkened.
“Je t’aime.” Antoine would say it in every language if he had to. He kissed the side of Jack’s mouth, and Jack flinched but didn’t push him away, so Antoine forged on. “It stabs me in the heart knowing you are ashamed of us.’”
“We’re two fucking men.”
Jack’s frustration assaulted Antoine. He buffered against it as best he could. “Yes, we are men, and thank God. We can manage. Come live with me. France is more accepting. My home is secluded, quiet. We can live a full, rich life there.”
Jack rested his hand on Antoine’s shoulder. “If we live that long…”
“Always the pessimist.”
“One of these days we’ll slip up.”
“I will not let anyone harm you.” Eidolon flashed in Antoine’s mind, but he brushed away the image. He captured Jack’s mouth, tired of his lover’s subterfuge. He thrust in his tongue, deep and thorough.
Jack opened up for him, and his taste hit the back of Antoine’s throat. It lit a bonfire in his groin. It had been too long, and he was too greedy for slow and easy.
Jack struggled, but Antoine held his waist. He broke off the kiss and brushed his lips near Jack’s ear. “I will not let you escape so easily. You want this. Need it. Need me.”
“Damn you.” Jack grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him back, and Antoine inwardly smiled at how quickly Jack’s reticence turned into passion. His lover never refused him in the end.
He shoved Jack onto his back, then straddled his waist. He raised Jack’s arms over his head and held down his lover’s wrists with one hand. What a sight. Jack’s chest heaved, and his eyes glared with undisguised desire.
Antoine slipped off the tie, smiling as he thought of how he could bind Jack’s hands or maybe blindfold him, but he knew that would be too much for his hunter. At least for now, and he dropped it to the floor.
One by one, he unbuttoned Jack’s shirt, then pulled aside the fabric. Hardened nipples peeked out from a dusting of brown chest hair, an invitation to touch. He skimmed his palm across Jack’s stomach, loving how Jack’s muscles rippled under his hand.
Jack moaned. “You play dirty.”
“And you let me.”
His khalid was all masculine hardness—nothing effeminate about Jack Hunter. Tall, commanding, with a rock-hard body defined by years of a soldier’s training and showing the faint scars of battle.
He released his grip so he could unzip Jack’s trousers, and he shoved them down around his knees, along with his briefs. Jack let out a low growl. After freeing his own dick, Antoine lay spread-eagle on top of Jack, pinning him to the bed, and forced his arms back above his head once again. He licked Jack’s square jaw and pressed his lips to the dimple, then dipped his tongue into the recess. He cupped the side of Jack’s face, stubble roughing his palms. He loved coarse skin, firm muscles, and the hot, hot clench between cocks.
Jack bucked his hips, firing up the friction between them.
Antoine had won this battle. Jack wanted this as badly—needed this as badly.
I haven’t yet posted excerpts from my m/m contemporary Woodland Village Series yet, so I’ll begin with the first book in the series – Blue Skye. It is one of the first m/m books I wrote – so it holds a special place in my heart.
After years apart, two childhood friends are reunited– but will Skye settle for less than love and will Drew face his greatest fear?
Skye Taylor lives the artist life in Manhattan, openly gay and proud. Drew Adams, socially conservative and from one of Woodland Village’s wealthiest families, lives within the limits of his father’s expectations. A successful architect, Drew is content with his work and his marriage. The secret he desperately hides remains safely hidden behind lies and deception, so he thought.
Best friends in high school, Skye and Drew were inseparable. Quiet and serious, Drew was drawn to the outgoing Skye and his hippy loving parents. Then graduation night changes everything. Uncontrollable urges are discovered in a night of passion, a love Drew refuses to acknowledge, a love Skye refuses to deny. Skye leaves town, leaves Drew and leaves all his feelings behind. But he never forgot Drew and that one night that changed their lives.
Years later, painful memories surface with Skye’s arrival and Drew’s carefully constructed world begins to unravel.
HOT Excerpt – X rating!
Skye’s hands shook. His heart beat at a furious pace, his groin burning in anticipation of what they were about to do. He stopped by the window and stared out. He had to rein in his nerves or he’d hyperventilate. He didn’t need a panic attack in the middle of his seduction.
Skye wanted to ease Drew from his spot near the front door. Drew looked reckless with his shirt open at the collar, his hair windblown, shirttail not quite tucked in.
Skye strode toward Drew, stopping with just the space of a mere breath between them. Slinging off Drew’s tie, he released the knot, looped it around Drew’s neck, and pulled him into a kiss.
Their tongues meshed as if they’d been doing it all their lives. Skye clutched Drew’s shoulders and pulled him closer, the hot press of Drew’s body building pressure in Skye’s chest.
It had been over a year since Skye brought a man to his place, but it’d been several since he wanted someone this badly. No matter how many men he had fucked, they never compared to Drew Adams.
Skye gripped Drew’s face, a scorching gaze arcing between them. “Do you want me?”
Pure, simple lust flashed in Drew’s eyes. Having his answer, Skye became all business. He didn’t want to scare Drew by doing too much, too fast.
He began at Drew’s lips, licking the seam, pressing his tongue for entrance into that hot mouth. Drew gave way to Skye’s kiss, clinging onto him, fingers gripping the back of Skye’s shirt. Excited by the frantic response, Skye deepened the kiss, going in hard and furious. He pressed into Drew’s groin, drawing out a long growl from that pale, beautiful throat.
“I love that you’re noisy. Shout as loud as you want, babe. The walls are industrial strength.”
“Damn you for making me feel…” Drew grabbed Skye’s hand and pulled him toward the bed.
Skye needed to get Drew out of those clothes first.
He yanked Drew by the waist in order to get him to face him. A wolfish grin spread across Skye’s face at the sight of Drew: wide eyes, flushed skin, and especially his swollen, love-bit mouth. An utter, bone-crushing desire flooded his body. It rocked his world, almost making him fly apart.
Touching Drew’s top button, Skye forced down the urge to rip off Drew’s clothes. Taking it slow, he traveled down Drew’s chest, unbuttoning as he went along, and pale, smooth skin was revealed as he peeled back the shirt. He brushed his fingers across the dusting of gold hair, smiling at the deep rosy nipples. Circling one nipple with his tongue, it felt rough and hard. Back and forth, he traded nubs, loving how Drew gasped and squirmed, his fingers pulling Skye’s hair. Drew’s skin smelled of soap and sweat, and expensive cologne, the taste was intoxicating.
This wasn’t the boy he’d seduced years ago. Oh, fuck no. Not the same at all.
Drew’s body now had defined muscular lines, a granite-hard washboard stomach, and blond curls peeking from the waistband hinted at more. It hinted to where Skye wanted his mouth.
Skye kissed the sensitive collarbone, snuggling Drew’s neck, bringing his mouth close to his ear. He kept his voice low and gentle. “Let’s get you out of these pants.”
Massaging the back of Drew’s neck, his free hand cupped Drew’s erection, giving it a playful squeeze.
Drew arched into the pressure. “Ah…not playing fair.”
Skye grinned at Drew’s complaint, but it didn’t stop Drew from unlacing his shoes and kicking them off, along with his socks, leaving them in a jumbled heap.
Blue eyes brimmed with passion and something else, but Skye didn’t want to go there. There would be plenty of time to hash out the realities of a relationship later. Right now he had to shuck off Drew’s tailored pants. He yanked the zipper and the fly hissed open. Soon the pants and boxers joined the shoe pile.
Skye stepped back to take in Drew. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Two lines puckered between Drew’s eyes. “You make me sound like a goddamn woman.”
Skye’s gaze raked from the top of Drew’s head, down to his feet, and coming to rest on Drew’s engorged cock. “There’s no doubt that you’re a man. Thank God.”
Okay, that was my first m/m sex scene I wrote – so long ago now. So please be kind! Musa Publishing re-published Blue Skye and my Woodland Village series this year. I just released book 3 – John’s Match this last month. It’s been nice being able to re-edit Blue Skye but also I cringed when reading it again. I hate to read my books that are already published.
Keeping to the vampire theme, my next excerpt is from For The Bite Of It – book one of the Exile Vampire series. This was co-written with Vina Grey – and we are currently writing book 2. We are a little slow in getting the book out because my writing partner took a new job and is VERY swamped! But, we have a self-imposed deadline to get it to our editor by the end of June.
ADULT EXCERPT: For the Bite Of It, copyright Viki Lyn and Vina Grey, published by Liquid Silver Books
John tossed and turned in the cocoon of covers, his skin sweaty, body too hot. Suddenly he found himself standing beside a king-sized bed, looking down at a sleeping Vincent, red sheets pooling around his knees. His breath caught in his throat. How the hell did he end up in this man’s bedroom?
He scanned the room noticing the stark framed photographs on the walls and the baby grand piano by the sliding glass doors. This was such a vivid dream, none like he’d ever had before or remembered having.
Damn this was more like a nightmare, his hard-on pressed against his khaki shorts.
He ran his hand down the worn cotton of his t-shirt. At least he was dressed, but Vincent only sported black silk boxers and a white sleeveless tee.
The sight of a half-naked Vincent made John extremely uncomfortable, extremely confused and extremely horny. The size of the bed engulfed Vincent. The lean supple body sprawled across the mattress, one leg dangled half off the edge. The man had muscles for being so lean. Vincent’s chest heaved in a relaxed manner, his skin glistening from his night sweat. John let his attention wander downward, the thin silk outlining a good-sized dick making his mouth water. Oh sweet Jesus, he was staring at Vincent’s hard-on and getting all hot and bothered. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. He licked his lips and wondered why he was dreaming this? It was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be.
Please, for fuck’s sakes, let it be a dream.
He gazed at Vincent unable to tear his eyes away. Vincent had beautiful thick hair now mussed around his smooth oval face, a face far sexier than any man he’d ever fucked. Yeah, definitely sexier.
Jesus, what happened to his willpower? He had a choice to control the crazy maelstrom of lust building inside him or give in. Then his gaze honed in on Vincent’s bulging crotch again and his resolve fizzled like a bottle of flat soda.
Pulling at the hem of his shorts didn’t ease his discomfort. His balls were hot and heavy against his skin. Sweat trickled down his neck, between his shoulder blades. His heart thundered like a racehorse picking up speed, his breath rasping in his chest. If his body had anything to say about it, he’d be jumping the man’s bones any minute now.
Vincent’s eyes opened and he half sat up, elbows propped behind him. He smiled and John gave in to his impulses. He sat on the bed, his knee touching Vincent’s ribs. When Vincent stroked one finger down his neck, he groaned without meaning to. This wasn’t real. It was just a dream—so why not enjoy it.
He closed his eyes and took a very deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, nothing had changed. Vincent touched him everywhere, his warm fingers trailing fire in its wake. Vincent pinched and teased his nipples, that ultra-sensitive spot, fueling his lust.
I’m continuing on my vampire kick – and the next excerpt is from Fighting Chance which follows the first book – Last Chance. It’s difficult writing the first sex scene between two sworn enemies – because what makes them cross the line? I had a lot of fun writing vampire slayer and Kresnik Corbin Hamilton and Strix vampire Johan Maier III – two alphas used to getting their way.
EXCERPT RATED R
Corbin clenched the poker, his knuckles strained. Johan had no business sticking his elegant, long nose into his affairs.
“Corbin, please… Your Vaidi has released me to you. She said I am to go with you.”
“Like hell you will.” God, how the fake sincerity fired up his ire. And being near the man fired up his cock. And that made him despise Johan.
He lifted the poker slightly. It was this strix’s fault he could hardly think straight. Johan wasn’t a Kresnik—would never be a Kresnik, but always a bloodsucking vampire.
“I should have staked you when I had the chance.”
“That, my dear, will not make a dent.” Johan eyed the poker in mock indignation.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think.”
“I believe you do.”
At least Johan’s fangs weren’t out, but the smirk was enough to blast a hole of rage through Corbin’s gut. He’d prove it. Prove Johan still had the instinct to drain his blood, to take a life with his fangs. Prove once and for all Johan’s evil intentions were still a part of him.
All he could think about was snuffing out that useless life. It’d break the attraction that festered like an infected wound. It’d feel so right. What did he care if the creature lived or died? Johan was all smoke and mirrors and lies.
Corbin licked his lips, murderous intent causing his head to pound. He lurched on his feet and swung the poker downward, sideswiping Johan’s head.
Johan hissed as he tumbled out of his chair and hit the floor with a thump. He scrambled to his feet, his fangs glistening in the dim light. Corbin stared at the red dots spotting Johan’s soiled shirt. Johan seemed oblivious to the blood.
Corbin swung the weapon across Johan’s chest, but the vampire grabbed the handle and yanked it out of his hand, then sent it flying across the room. It hit the window, and glass shattered.
Corbin barely registered the crackling noise. All his attention was focused on Johan, standing deadly and beautiful and alert. A perfect vision of evil passion burned in those glowing eyes. Now this was a passion Corbin understood.
“You should never irritate a vampire.” Johan brushed the shards of glass off his shoulders.
Swiftly Johan knocked aside the chair and lunged for Corbin. He grabbed his shirt, and Corbin found himself being pulled into that taut body that radiated a fierce red heat. His veins thrummed; his cock flared hard. It rubbed against Johan’s clothed erection, tearing a moan from his throat.
Johan yanked Corbin’s head back by his hair, revealing the quivering throat muscles. He licked the strained tendon with his rough tongue. Fangs grazed the tender skin. Corbin clawed and scratched, but it only ignited his deep-seated lust. He found himself held down by Johan’s powerful grip on his shoulder. Johan pressed the length of his body against him.
Corbin stumbled against the wall. It excited him to be dominated, taken roughly. The tip of Johan’s fangs teased along Corbin’s skin—down his neck, across his collarbone—as his shirt was ripped from his chest.
“Oh God, no…” Corbin groaned as fingers teased his stiff nubs.
Why wasn’t Johan biting him? Draining him? Destroying him?
His heart was ready to leap off a cliff. There was no place to set his hands except on the slopes of those muscular shoulders. He fought down the urge to hang on tight, to press in closer. He gritted his teeth as lust burned throughout his body.
A kiss met Corbin’s neck. He stole a glance at Johan.
Johan’s voice was smoky. “I could no more kill you than kill myself.”
Kisses left a moist trail from Corbin’s neck to his mouth. He twisted his head aside, refusing to let Johan taste his lips. The tantalizing mouth was so near his own Johan’s soft breath made him dizzy. Deep within him, a longing stirred. It pulsated through his veins, his adrenaline spiking. Corbin’s inner voice screamed to get away from the fiery sensations consuming his body.
Putting all he had into it, he pushed Johan back. He scrambled around the strix, keeping out of the vampire’s reach. His heart raced as he took in Johan—hair streaming down his shoulders, stormy eyes hot with passion—a handsome, infuriating, utterly sexy male.
Johan stalked toward him. “You think you can resist me?”
Corbin’s hands trembled in rage, all his pent-up tension wrapped tightly around his heart. The damn conceit of the man. “Stay away.”
“You and your lordly pride. Give in to your desire for once. Let yourself feel.”
Corbin shoved Johan back with his fists. An immeasurable strength pumped up his muscles. He grinned, not able to hold back the viciousness in his voice. “My desire is to see you dead.”
Or is it? Corbin has a very difficult time when it comes to his heart! For more sizzling excerpts in May visit my sister site: http://www.dirtybirdiesauthors.com
For the month of May I’ll be posting steamy excerpts – definitely must be 18 rated! I thought it’d be a fun way to usher in the hot steamy summer months coming our way. Especially here in the desert! I already cheated with posting a scene from Out Of Bounds last week. This week it’s a scene from the 1st book in my vampire series – Chances.
Stop here if you don’t like hot and heavy sex! ADULT excerpt:
In Last Chance, I have a shower scene featuring Aric (an almost vampire) fighting his lust. I used Aric’s blood lust as a catalyst for the sex scene between Stu and Aric that follows this scene:
His body ached, his hands shook, and it’d only get worse once he turned completely. His craving would consume any guilt he would feel. He’d cease to feel human emotions and become an empty shell of a man. Not a man at all—a creature feared and loathed.
He brought the underside of his arm to his mouth. The humming of his veins echoed in his ears. He bit down—hard.
A blissful pain shot through him. He smiled as his fangs sank deeper into his flesh. A needle-sharp point hit a vein. Red beads bubbled around the punctures. Not wasting a moment, he sucked the warm liquid, its life force nourishing his spirit. All his depression fell to the wayside, replaced by feelings of raw, unstoppable power.
Aric sucked harder, until his veins seized and the thick flow of blood trickled off into his mouth. He lifted his head, licking and swirling the sweet, metallic tang from his lips. As the taste hit his tongue, his body responded, his cock swelling, his balls pulling back. With his bloodlust eased, he now needed sexual release.
Aric tilted his head and sniffed, catching the scent of Stu through the walls. A heady craving to take Stu forcefully shocked him. He glanced at the bathroom door, wishing he’d locked it.
He let his sore arm dangle by his side. He licked the last drops of blood from his lips, his cock throbbing. He soaped his chest, letting the bar slick across his hardened nubs. Prickles of lust shot through his limbs as he slid the bar back and forth. His nipples were sensitive, and he scraped his thumbnail over the one pierced with a hoop. The rough touch made him jerk with pleasure.
He leaned back against the cool tile, and the shock of cold rubbed raw against the heat of his skin. One hand glided past his chest and his stomach and reached for the wiry curls nestling his cock. His other hand, soaped and ready, wrapped around the entire base. He squeezed his dick slowly as his thumb circled the head. Then he teased the slit with his finger, showering him in electric sparks.
His moan echoed across the room.
Too far gone to care what sounds he made, Aric began a rhythm of slow, easy strokes. The image of Stu floated in front of his eyes. He envisioned himself overpowering the jock with the skill of his mouth.
It was wrong…and horribly sexy.
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