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.
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
P.S: Hot and scorching inserts all the month of May!
“Why is a sweet girl like you writing m/m erotic romance?” I might not get asked this exact question but I see it in people’s eyes when they ask this question, a look of disbelief. Then the mask comes down, and I’m given a loopy confused smile.
Next question: “Ah, so how do you research the sex scenes?”
Followed by: “What does your husband think of your books?”
Well, my man is supportive of my writing, no matter the genre. He may not read my stories but he gets some of the benefits of my research, so well, he’s not complaining! I love writing m/m romance, and how two men can overcome their conflicting desires to find their HEA. It’s the romance that drives my stories and sex takes a passenger seat. While sex is an integral part of any intimate relationship, it’s not love. It can express the love between two people, but two people can have hot, wild passionate sex without this troublesome but necessary emotion getting in the way. With that said, the rest of my post will focus on SEX.
When I began to seriously consider writing m/m romance, I went to the local clean well lighted porno shop and purchased two gay sex manuals. The guy behind the cash register gave me a strange look, but he rang up the books and took my money. Then another author suggested buying GI Joe dolls (Rafe and Max) because they have movable joints! And boy, do they! I never knew that! If I have a sexual position I’m considering, but I’m doubtful it can be done, then I can use Rafe and Max to see if it works or not. Of course, it pays to have great editors who will scrutinize the sex scenes carefully, and point out any weird floating body parts.
And of course, I stress ‘safe sex’ in my contemporary stories because it’s the responsible thing to do. I have two paranormal series, one series set in the late 1940’s so this isn’t an issue. My vampire books, both Kresniks and vampires are immune to all human diseases. I can get away with my men not using condoms.
There are many ways for two men to get off besides penetration that can be just as hot and sexy. In Out of Bounds, the first sexual encounter between Titan and Chandler is frottage: rubbing against someone while clothed or naked to the point of climax. Titan is showing Chandler a piece of land he has for sale. It’s hot and when they come upon a pond, it’s too tempting to pass up. Titan strips to his briefs, jumps in. Then he urges Chandler to do the same.
Out of Bounds excerpt: HOT so be warned!
Standing back, he kept his grasp on Titan’s hips. A warm sensation washed through him. A few inches taller, Titan was broader and a hell of a lot stronger. So different from Alan, who had a slender body, a flexible willow weed that bent but never broke. But Alan wasn’t here with him. Titan was, and he was willing. Chandler tamped down the painful memories. He deserved a reprieve. Just one day where he could be happy without worrying about the outcome. This meant nothing more than what it was—two men getting it on, with no expectations.
“You’re beautiful.” Titan emphasized the word as he grazed his knuckles along Chandler’s cheek.
A flurry of butterflies fluttered in Chandler’s stomach. He nuzzled the sprinkle of chest hair and inhaled. The smell of sweat, river water, and cologne mingled into one erotic scent. His dick flared in reaction. He didn’t think he could get any harder. Titan tasted his neck and slowly worked his way along the shoulder as his arm held Chandler possessively around the waist. The slight push to his back brought them closer.
Titan’s nubs were so close to Chandler’s mouth. He sucked on one and released it as Titan gave sounds of encouragement. He licked around the nipple, the saltiness staying on his tongue. Then he went for the twin. He liked sucking and licking—nipples, cock. He rested his cheek on the firm chest and listened to Titan’s heartbeat.
Titan’s plea made Chandler smile, and he gently nipped the firm nub. This elicited a whimper, a sensual moan coming from such a powerful man. Before Chandler knew it, his shoulder was gripped tight, and his collarbone attacked by the coach’s slick tongue. He yelped when Titan’s mouth reached his armpit. A weak spot already discovered. Then, swiftly, he was yanked into Titan’s arms. Engulfed in all that male flesh, he shivered despite the heat from their bodies. Taut muscles pressed gently into him, as if Titan held back his strength, not wanting to harm. All his blood drained to his cock and balls. Teeth scraped his tender skin, and Chandler moaned, his legs shaking.
Hot—his skin burned so hot, even though he was standing in several inches of cold water. He grabbed firm ass cheeks, bunching the fabric of Titan’s briefs in his hands. One rough push and Titan’s cock ground into his, creating an incredible ache. His heart raced as one of Titan’s hands supported his nape. Gently, Titan pulled Chandler’s head forward to bring their lips together in a heated kiss. A kiss shouldn’t be this good. The friction unleashed a fire in his belly. His cock throbbed for more, and he set a gentle grind, then harder, rougher until they both grunted. Sweat dripped down his face and the back of his neck. He pressed forward, his head on Titan’s shoulder, his hands kneading that firm ass. His cock pushed against his boxers as it fought for freedom. Even this imprisonment excited him, the rough texture adding to the amazing sensations.
“Oh shit, it feels good.” His voice sounded faraway. He barely croaked out the sentence, losing himself in this man’s arms. It was crazy to feel this good—this soon—with a stranger. The tight coil of lust unraveled and ripped apart his control. He groaned and rocked, milking his climax as it rolled over him in waves. Titan came seconds later, digging in his fingers in an almost painful grip. Chandler fell into a deep well of sensations, and when he opened his eyes, he was still in Titan’s arms.