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A New Contemporary M/M Romance 

HIS ADMIRER

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"I've saved up a thousand kisses, a thousand experiences 

I only want to share with you."

The Man Trap Contemporary M/M Romance 

Crawl in Bed With Sessha Batto

Crawl in Bed With Sessha Batto

 and a good book! 

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? 

egyptian cotton, 1200 threadcount - smooth, silky and non-sweaty

What are you wearing? 

a black silk yukata

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

ooo, a tough question . . . definitely something salty, I don't eat sweets. Maybe some rye crackers with smoked gouda . . . or seaweed wasabi puffs

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

oh no - that's my junk drawer ;) all sorts of assorted odd bibs and bobs - key fobs, pens, lighters without fluid, hundreds of scraps of paper with ideas on them, a couple of kaleidoscopes, broken jewelry bits, spare change

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

blankets on but one foot sticking out to regulate my body temperature

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

good luck with that - my body temperature hovers in the arctic range (my son describes me to people as cold and bony - like a lizard)

What are we reading? 

We're reading Shadow Wolf, the first book of the Shinobi Saga - a deliciously dark love story to curl up with. This excerpt comes right after the Shadow Wolf, Yoshi, is retrieved from his last assignment as a sex slave by the interrogator Makoto and is the start of their sometimes rocky relationship. You can find all the buy links, reviews and more excerts from the series at http://sesshabattousai.com/Shinobi.html

* * *

I  know that voice. Yoshi peered at the large figure cradling him,

unconsciously leaning into the hand smoothing his matted locks.

“Sasaki-san?”

“You know me,” Makoto whispered, raising a hand and tilting the shadow

wolf's head to face him. “I’ve been worried.”

The elite leaned against a broad chest as the interrogator's hand

continued stroking his hair. “Where are we?”

“A few hours outside Kanegawa. I came to retrieve you. Your assignment

has been canceled. Rin is no longer Shuhan of Kobayashi shuudan. No

one will be using you anymore.”

“Who?” Yoshi husked.

“I don’t know who they chose. I left to get you as soon as it was

decided,” Makoto explained as he ran a hand over his head. “Does

it really matter? Anyone would be better than that bitch.”

“Why you?” the shadow wolf asked.

“Because I couldn’t stand to see you hurt anymore. I’ll kill anyone who

tries.”

Yoshi smiled at the response before shaking his head. Unfortunately, his

fate had been decided years ago and he couldn’t imagine it

changing, although it warmed his frozen heart to think that Makoto

would want to. “You don’t need to worry about me Sasaki-san. I’m

grateful you care enough to try.”

The elite molded himself to the interrogator's body, wrapping long arms

around his neck. “What would you like me to do to thank you?”

Yoshi leaned in and sealed their lips together, hesitating only a

moment before deepening the contact.

He knows who I am and he's still kissing me, was Makoto's last

coherent thought before abandoning himself to the feeling and

responding, pulling the lanky figure close and returning the kiss. He

tickled the tip of his tongue along the seam of pale lips, coaxing

them to part and allow him entry, sweeping inside to sample the feast

that was Yoshi.

“Kami, you taste good.” The interrogator crushed their lips back together,

tongues tangling sweetly as they slowly and thoroughly explored each

other's mouths. He adjusted their position, leaning back until he was

stretched out on the ground with Yoshi curled up on his chest,

massive arms securely enfolding the slighter figure, all the while

never breaking their connection.

Makoto suddenly realized just what he was doing. No matter how good it felt

this wasn’t right. Yoshi is just expressing his gratitude the

only way he knows. It doesn’t mean he cares. He pulled back

slightly, locking gazes with the elite's piercing mismatched eyes.

“Takahashi-san, you don’t have to do this.”

“You don’t want to?” Yoshi replied almost mournfully.

“I didn’t say that. But I don’t want your gratitude … or your

pity.”

“I know, I’m dirty,” the shadow wolf stated in a heart-wrenchingly

small whisper. “It's wrong to like it, it's not supposed to feel

good.” He paused for a long moment. “What you must think of me.”

The interrogator pressed a kiss to the snowy crown and rubbed a soothing

hand up and down his tense spine. “I only think good things about

you, Yoshi. You’re so very strong, and brave…” Makoto trailed

off for a moment although his hand never stopped its tender strokes.

“But you’re so very sad, and lonely, I don’t like that.”

Yoshi turned his head to look at him with something like wonder as he

continued. “It is supposed to feel good, you know. It's normal to

feel pleasure.”

“Then why?”

“You’re so beautiful,” Makoto rumbled as he stroked a pale cheek, “and

I’m … I don’t even want to look at myself. The only reason someone like you would be with me is out of obligation. That makes me no better than that Yakuza.”

“You’re the first person who's cared about what happened to me since

Oonishi-sama died,” the shadow wolf said frankly. “What could

possibly be more beautiful than that?” Then Yoshi tipped his head

and pressed their lips together.  

"I've saved up a thousand kisses, a thousand experiences 

I only want to share with you."

The Man Trap Contemporary M/M Romance 

WIP Wednesday:

Good morning readers! Today I have a portion of an upcoming release- It's my current WIP, but it's also a short erotic piece from the heated Exchange line at Pulp Friction. If all goes according to plan, this will be releasing on Friday. 

EXCERPT FROM CENTURION

Inspired by this picture.

Salicar, Healer

Trembling with tension and uncertainty about his fate, Salicar huddled on the floor of the tent. A few warm wool blankets helped ward off the chill of the earth. Still he shivered in the evening air, cold and naked. Though he could smell woodsmoke and hear the crackling of a fire outside, inside there was no flame to warm him. His muscles ached from hours of unaccustomed walking that left his feet blistered and torn.

He’d been separated from the other villagers almost as soon as they’d set up camp, and brought to this place where he’d been handed a cloth and flagons of olive oil and water and instructed in feeble, halting Greek to bath himself. His tattered dusty tunic had been taken away, and he’d been left there alone for hours. If it hadn’t been for the constant stream of voices outside, frequently punctuated by the centurion’s deep, honey dark authoritative tones, he’d have risked slipping out and escaping.

His hands were bound by a thin but strong metal chain, but he wasn’t tethered to any object. He had just enough fortitude to know that his life was at risk, and not enough to take himself out of the situation. He should have preferred death to slavery, but he couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of his solitude to find something to make it happen. A dagger, an herb, even a stout rope could achieve his end, if he only had the courage.

Though this tent was hardly luxurious, it was larger and more opulent than the others, and he had the impression it belonged to the centurion who’d eyed him with such intent interest earlier. He’d been so stunned by the man’s pure masculine presence that he’d forgotten to speak in the man’s language when he answered his query.

It was possible, he supposed, that he was here because the centurion understood Greek and was in need of a healer, but he had a suspicion from the heated gleam in the man’s eye that he was more interested in a catamite than a doctor. Would he rather die than be the centurion’s pleasure slave? 

Check out other WIPS at Laura Harner's Blog & Havan Fellow's Blog

"I've saved up a thousand kisses, a thousand experiences 

I only want to share with you."

The Man Trap Contemporary M/M Romance 

5 Kisses for A Gentleman Never Does!

A Gentleman Never Does  

reviewed by Susan at Top2Bottom Reviews! 

"A sexy little romp with lots of erotic content to keep the reader excited. 

Highly recommended!"

Title: A GENTLEMAN NEVER DOES
Author: Lee Brazil
Publisher: Breathless Press
Pages: 36
Characters: Gideon Westwood, Gareth Belmain
POV: 3rd
Sub-Genre: Historical, Erotic Romance
Kisses: 5


Blurb:

Short of funds, Gareth proposes to wager for love. Does Gideon dare play out this hand?
Gideon Westwood is passing time at a debutante ball when he encounters a man from his past he’d give anything to avoid.
Unfortunately for him, Gareth Belmain isn’t in the mood to be pushed aside.
A wager leads to a walk in the garden and a kiss to angry words.
Will a public challenge put an end to any hope they might have for a future together?

Top Five : Songs by Fleetwood Mac

Fleetwood Mac



My favorite five from one of rock's most long-lived and successful bands. 

1.  Go Your Own Way
2. Dreams
3. Sara
4. Gypsy 
5. Little Lies 

"I've saved up a thousand kisses, a thousand experiences 

I only want to share with you."

The Man Trap Contemporary M/M Romance 

Flaming Hearts for my historical romance....

Three and half flaming hearts from Hearts on Fire Reviews for Lee Brazil's A Gentleman Never Does

"...This is a good entry into the genre of M/M historical and worth reading just for Gareth alone.  I liked that man...."

http://heartsonfirereviews.com/?p=21740