Morning everyone. This is my first posting to any TRS event so please bear with me if I break protocol on something! I’m excited to introduce you to the newest release in my Details Series. The first book, DETAILS OF THE HUNT, was published in 2007 and was an EPIC Awards finalist. This new book picks up where the first one left off. I tend to think of my characters as immortal and timeless. I hope you enjoy a taste of my scifi story.
|Available At:||MlrBooks (ebook)|
The Details series #2
|ISBN#||978-1-934531075 (print) $12.99|
|9782641220637 (ebook) $5.99|
|Release Date||November 2017|
|Length: (*)||51,000 words|
Betrayal, passion, adventure, primal sex, and a fight to the death. Mating a 26th century Oracan Bounty Hunter with an 18th century pirate has it’s little glitches.
Bounty hunter Talos bows to pressure to bring his mate home for the completion of his strict warrior culture’s bonding ritual. Aidan, displaced 18th century Earth pirate – light-fingered, sly, charming and understandably naive about the new world he’s been thrust into – can’t wait. Even if it turns out someone wants him dead.
The 26th century looks different, but it turns out to be a lot like his old life!
There it was again, that eerie, exciting, almost sickening twist in his gut that made his bowels clench and his cock ache even before the rebellious shaft in his pants unfurled. It was unnatural to be so aroused by the mere thought of another person. Unnatural. Annoying. Frustrating. Thrilling.
But the beast’s spell had been cast over him and there would be no breaking it as far as Aidan Maymon could see. Voodoo from a great hulking sea serpent, stronger than any he’d seen in all his twenty-some years as a pirate on the Caribbean. No charms or magic talismans, not even the ones his mother’s Ceme religious beliefs had taught him as a lad before he went to sea as a cabin boy, could break it. In fact, the bewitching grew stronger every day.
Aidan could feel it growing heavier, yanking at his insides like he’d swallowed lead from the old blunderbuss that he had once kept tucked into the sash around his waist. Back before he’d been snatched from the ocean by the interfering beast that had pulled him from his own adventurous time and brought him to this confusing place called ‘space’ in a future so far ahead of him that even the people weren’t all humans and the Earth was a dot in the night sky somewhere too far away for him to even see.
Granted his immediate future had been one of death by drowning or shark bite, courtesy of a mutinous mob, if his abductor hadn’t shanghaied him when he did, but some days he wondered if that wouldn’t have been better. Then there were no limits on his movements, his language, his games of sport or his tendency to acquire things by ‘accident’. He had lived his life as a freeman and was to die that way.
Now he was a captive, both body and soul, to Talos, a delightful, horrible beast of a creature. A bounty hunter of all things! He was held hostage by ties he didn’t understand, a life devoid of ocean, ship, captain’s status, and personal freedoms. In their place he had been given a safe harbor, a healthy body unmarred by the disease of 18th century pirate life on Earth, and a lover that turned his insides to jellyfish with a mere thought.
Oh, and he was alive. Not that he would admit it to anyone else, but more alive than at any other time in his short life. Talos made him experience things he never thought possible before and the people and events on board this place were fascinating and intriguing to him. At was almost as if he was living a dream. Torture of the best kind. But he missed the trappings of his old life.
It still irritated him that Marius Webb, the Commander of the vessel they lived on—Pathos Six others called it—a sort of giant, anchored ship in the sky, refused to allow him to carry a pistol anymore.
Or a cutlass.
Or a knife.
Or a lock pick.
Churning in his groin pushed at the bitter thought, desire overriding everything else.
Sexual escapades from his past had been nothing more than rough trade, hapless, hurried fumbles in a deserted hold or over a ship’s railing. That was life aboard ship, whether pirate ship or Her Majesty’s naval vessels. It had its pleasurable moments, but hadn’t prepared Aidan for the type of coupling Talos demanded from him.
Nothing in his memory came close to the feelings and pleasure the massive bounty hunter had shown him. Talos of Menalon was a fierce warrior with a chiseled, attractive face. He was one of the largest of the Oracan Aidan had seen so far. His huge, heavy body was a mass of curves and lean dips with every muscle defined and highlighted by a natural sheen on his gray flesh. Each bulging, sinewy strip of flesh weaving around his limbs and torso led to another, forming an impressive tapestry of immense strength and power. His thick, protective skin had a soft gleam, its harsh gray color making charcoal shadows in the shallow dips of his body’s contours.
Aidan was fascinated by the dull, gray ridges and nubs of bone on his chest that spread out in a regular pattern, dotting the valleys of his broad chest wall and breasts then tapering down to disappear near his groin. Their sharp, ragged edges belied their sensual nature and the part they played in Oracan biochemistry. Aidan’s ravenous attraction with the hunter was the unique cock and other dangling bits the alien boasted, but Aidan suspected it all had more to do with the depth of feeling and attraction Talos had for him. He had never known a possessive lover or one that made him feel so many thrilling, terrifying things.
At times, he felt like he’d been crimped, pressed into service, but he knew that wasn’t true. Kidnapped, yes, but Talos had saved his life at the same time. If the bounty hunter hadn’t snatched him from the hands of his mutinous crew, Aidan would be now be sleeping in a watery Caribbean grave with Davy Jones.
And over seven hundred years would have passed.
Aidan hadn’t aged during the time jump. His young, lean body gloried in arousal and craved satisfaction. A satisfaction that he suspected he could only get with a tussle in the berth of his lover. Talos had explained it was his body changing to adapt to Oracan mating, brought on by their exchange of fluids, but Aidan still suspected magic was at the heart of it.
He’d seen a man bewitched once, cursed by a spell from an exotic, lovely but vile priestess. Now he knew what that man must have felt like. Only weeks ago it’d taken Talos’s physical presence before Aidan’s body began to yearn for a bit of buggery. Now all that was required was a glance at the solid, towering, gray beast he bunked with and his knob was sword-fighting its way out of his trousers to do the deed. He was bewitched, no doubt about it.
Movement in the larger living area drew his attention. Talos had returned from gathering supplies he wanted for some celebration that was approaching. Aidan had stayed out of the way, preoccupied with his growing desire to be at Talos’s side constantly.
And still, at this very moment, his spine tingled and his breathing became labored. An ache under his breast bone pulled his hand to his sternum to rub at his chest. In a flash, Aidan was off the bed and into the water closet, putting distance between them. At least for a little longer.
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