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I’m offering up an e-copy of Rasputin’s Kiss and its sequel, Evil’s Embrace (as soon as it’s available) for two lucky commenters (extra credit for tweets and shares – just let me know!). Here are a couple of snippets to tempt you to enter 🙂
From Rasputin’s Kiss
Alex padded downstairs to the kitchen and set a pan of milk on the hob to heat. He found a tray and put a plate of Agnes’ home-baked oat and raisin cookies on it. It was all so cosy and domestic and it felt good. Having something else, someone else to focus on was a novelty. It had been a long time since Alex had been able to switch off from a case and get some real rest. For the last couple of hours the murder investigation hadn’t even entered his mind. He felt a pang of guilt but then brushed the feeling away. He sacrificed enough of himself for his job—he was entitled to some self-indulgence every now and again.
Tiny bubbles appeared in the milk and he turned down the heat before it boiled and burned. He used a combination of dark chocolate powder and solid chocolate that melted slowly into the milk to make the drink. The result was smooth, creamy and gave his tongue an orgasm every time he made it. Alex poured two big mugs then dropped a handful of mini pink marshmallows into the top of each. He picked up the tray and went back upstairs. He’d been away from Conor for all of ten minutes but couldn’t wait to see him again. “What a wuss,” he muttered as he pushed open the door with a bare foot.
“Talking to yourself?” Conor sat up in bed and gave him a mischievous grin. “Should I be worried?”
Alex put the tray down on the bedside table and handed Conor a mug of chocolate. “Oh you should be worried…about being able to sit down at work tomorrow if you carry on cheeking me.”
Conor peered into his mug, “Pink marshmallows! Oh my God, Alex, just wait until I tell Sarge and the others about this!”
“One more word and you’ll be back sweeping out the basement,” Alex growled.
“You wouldn’t!” Conor protested.
“No, I don’t suppose I would, but I would send you to work with a butt plug up your arse, strapped into a harness and locked in place.”
Conor’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
Alex grinned. “I think you like that idea.”
“No! No, I don’t!”
“You do. Just think how it would feel. The pressure inside you all day, so full. You’d be beautifully stretched for me.” Alex shucked off his robe, grabbed the plate of cookies and got into bed. He put the plate between them and sipped his chocolate. “Mm. Heaven. Cookie?”
Conor looked at him. “How can you just…? Oh never mind.”
From Evil’s Embrace
For once, Alex felt completely relaxed and totally at home. It had been a long time since he’d been so at ease with himself. He sat on the end of a rickety wooden jetty, dangling his feet into gently lapping water, and stared out to sea, where white-sailed yachts bobbed in the distance. His wetsuit was unzipped and peeled down to his hips exposing his chest and shoulders. Idly he rubbed at a few specks of sand that stuck to his skin and glittered in the late afternoon sun. His hair was stiff with dried salt but he was feeling far too lazy to get up and use the fresh water shower at the back of the beach. Sunset wasn’t far away, and he took off his sunglasses as the light softened, blinking a little until he got used to the brightness. Little glints and flashes from the water made him squint a bit but it was worth it to see the ripples streaked with orange and gold. It almost looked as if the water were burning.
There was no one else left on the jetty. The few late season tourists that had spent the day on the beach had packed up and retreated to their hotels and campsites, and it was still a little too early for the night fishermen to arrive. Alex liked to watch them set up with their folding chairs, iceboxes and rods. They had their little rituals that were followed faithfully as if doing anything else would scare away the fish. The art of casting out into the waves was graceful and mesmerising, but Alex had yet to see anyone catch anything. That didn’t seem to matter, though—the camaraderie, the peace… They were more important to the little band of men that showed up each night.
Alex luxuriated in the warmth of the sun on his skin, knowing that it would soon chill. He felt just a moment of disappointment—he didn’t really want to move but realising that it would soon be time to go, he looked towards the shore. What he saw brought a big smile back to his face.
Conor was wading out of the water with a surfboard under his arm. He gave Alex a shy smile as he strolled along the beach and hoisted himself up onto the jetty to sit next to Alex. He pulled his board up after him and laid it down on the planks. Not for the first time, Alex reflected on the fact that his gorgeous boyfriend made runway models look plain—he possessed a rare masculine beauty that provoked lust in both men and women. Emerald eyes glinted from beneath dark lashes that were highlighted further by his pale skin. Diamond droplets cascaded to neoprene-clad shoulders as he ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair. His plain black wetsuit hugged the contours of his lean body and Alex had to make a conscious effort not to jump him there and then. Looking at Conor made it easy to forget everything else.
Conor nudged him. “Unzip me?”
At those words, uttered in complete innocence, Alex dug his nails into his palm in the hope that pain might dampen the fire that had ignited in his groin. “Jesus, Conor, you’re killing me here.”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
Conor batted his eyelashes coyly, making Alex growl. He caught hold of the tag at the back of Conor’s neck and slid the zip down until Conor could shrug himself free of the skin-tight material of his wetsuit.
“Thanks. I was starting to feel a little…constrained.” He licked his lips provocatively.
Alex swallowed. Conor was staring at him, not hiding the fact that he was admiring Alex’s bare chest.
“I swear you have muscles on your muscles.” Conor traced a finger across Alex’s abs.
“Bloody hell, Conor! Unless you want me to get us both arrested, keep your hands to yourself.”
Conor chuckled and lay back on the rough wooden boards of the jetty, sighing contentedly. “The sun still feels so warm, it’s like a caress.”
“Hey! No accepting caresses from anything but me, or there’ll be trouble.”
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