New Release Today-"Two if by Sea"

BLURB:

Having just led his men to victory over the Persians, Greek sea commander Carpus knows the victory does not belong just to him, but also to the aquamarine he wears around his neck. The stone, originally a gift from Poseidon the sea god to Carpus' grandfather, is the most valuable item Carpus owns. But the sea god has always regretted giving away the stone, and when a storm rises from the ocean depths, Carpus knows who's behind it. Poseidon, come to steal back what he freely gave decades before.

But Carpus is wrong. It's not Poseidon who carries him from the sea and gives him more intense pleasure than he's ever felt. It's Hesiod, Poseidon's son, a merman sworn to seduce the stone away from Carpus. Or die trying.


EXCERPT:

Hesiod waited, biding his time until the mortal man’s body grew limp, signaling he had lost consciousness. Then the merman churned his mighty tail, surging upward from the black depths, catching the man in his arms and carrying him toward the surface. Hesiod broke free of the water in time to see his father, Poseidon’s, storm vanish as quickly as it had come.

As the sun pierced through the clouds, Hesiod took note that there were other Greeks in the water nearby, doing their best to swim back to their ship, but he paid them no mind. Hesiod had what he had come for, the mortal man who had somehow come into possession of the sea god’s pendant, the sacred aquamarine Poseidon had entrusted Hesiod with the task of reclaiming.

And reclaim it he would.

For the first time in his thirty-three years of life as an illegitimate son, Poseidon had given Hesiod a task to complete. A task for which he would be handsomely rewarded if he was successful. He would gain a place in his father’s realm, a stately castle beneath the waves, far from the black depths where Hesiod and his mother, the sea witch, had been banished years ago. Hesiod would finally be a favored son as his half-brother, Triton, had been since the day of his birth. He would know the respect of the other merpeople and the fear of those who had hunted his mother’s kind since the beginning of time.

And you, my lovely mortal, are the key to it all. Hesiod quickly disposed of the man’s bulky armor, then wrapped his strong arm around the mortal’s chest and squeezed, forcing the water from his lungs, then sending a rush of magical heat over his flesh.

The mortal coughed for a moment before he began to breathe air once more. Bit by bit, his skin warmed and the color returned to his flesh. With a sigh, he relaxed into Hesiod’s arms, his feet rising to float in the water as the merman pulled them toward the shore. But still, the man did not open his eyes.

Which, for the time being, was perfectly acceptable to Hesiod.

Now that the frail creature wasn’t blue with cold, he could see what a stunning specimen he had fished from the waves. The man was muscled like a young god, every inch of his tall frame hard, lean and honed for battle. Thick, honey-colored locks, now turned light brown with dampness, lay heavily on his brow. The austere structure of his handsome face left no doubt of his noble lineage, even as his full rose lips softened his visage in a way that was quite striking.

How I would like to see those lips put to their proper use. See his mouth parted over the head of my cock, preparing to suck me deep into his throat.

Hesiod felt his tail begin to split in two, becoming the legs of his more human shape. It was what always happened when his rod grew stiff, rising between his thighs, but it didn’t matter. He was a strong swimmer in both his forms and he couldn’t deny that the feel of the water streaming over his increasingly aroused length felt delightful.

Combined with his erotic thoughts and the warm, heavy weight of the man in his arms, the swirl of the salt water between his thighs soon proved too great a stimulus to one who had been so long without a lover. Strife in his mother’s kingdom had kept him too busy for pleasure, a sad state of affairs he would never endure again once he gained favor with his father.

Smiling at the thought of the many lovers who would come knocking at his door once he was accepted by Poseidon, Hesiod pulled away the mortal’s remaining garments, the swaths of soft cloth he wore under his battle uniform. Once his Greek captive was laid bare, Hesiod could see every inch of his stunning form, as well as note the fact that he had sustained a wound in the thick muscles of his shoulder.

Though not usually the sort to care one way or the other about the fate of man, Hesiod couldn’t keep from responding to the strange urge to care for the human he had plucked from the sea. Chanting the sacred words, he brought his lips to the other man’s wound, probing into it with his tongue, forcing the healing magic he had learned from his mother deep into the mortal’s flesh. The man cried out in pain at first, but the sound soon became a low moan of pleasure as the wound closed and his skin heated with the aftereffects of the healing spell.

“Gods, where…the battle…the storm,” he mumbled, tossing his head from side to side, restless in his sleep.

“You are safe. There is nothing to fear,” Hesiod whispered into the perfect shell of his ear, unable to resist teasing through the swirls there with his tongue. His father had made it clear he would have to win the mortal’s gift of the pendant, that Hesiod could not take the aquamarine from him by force.

And what better way to win a gift than by giving a gift?

A release today!

Sacrifice of the Stone was released today from Ellora's Cave!

I'm really pleased with this one, it's set in the ancient Mayan culture which was a lot of fun to research and write. Did you know the Mayans invented hammocks to sleep in? I didn't either, but they did! And they did all sorts of other things in there too!

Here's a little blurb and an excerpt for you, I hope you enjoy it!

The Underworld is full of secrets, some wondrous, some deadly...

High born Mayan son, Ah Kaht, will do anything to bring Esh, the man he secretly loves, back from the brink of death — even steal a sacred stone and holy scrolls from the temple to perform a forbidden rite. The stone is destroyed, the ritual begun, but something goes awry.

Instead of bringing Esh back to the living, Ah Kaht is transported with him to another place. In the Underworld they live out their every carnal fantasy until Ixtab, patron goddess of men killed in battle, is alerted to their presence. She is not pleased to have an intruder in her land and vows to seduce Esh and send Ah Kaht back to the mortal world.

Now Ah Kaht must wage another battle — for the heart and soul of the man he loves and the life he knows they can have together.


Ah Kaht ran an idle hand across Esh’s chest, pleased to see Esh’s flat nipples grow hard beneath his touch. “Do the priests not say that every wounded warrior will be whole and perfect in the afterlife?” Ah Kaht caught Esh’s eye, anxious to see what he would think of the possibility of spending eternity by Ah Kaht’s side.
“The after—” Esh broke off, eyes wide as he spun in a circle, taking in the strange surroundings once more.
The air around them was cooler than any day either of them had known in their native land, free of the heat and humidity that often plagued the city of Mayapan, and fragranced with the light, sweet scent of flowers. With every passing moment, it became clearer to Ah Kaht that they were no longer in their world, but the knowledge did not disturb him.
He would rather be by Esh’s side in the afterlife than on his own in the earthly realm. Nothing had ever felt so right as when their tongues had tangled in their first kiss. And taking the other man’s cock in his mouth had been…indescribably perfect. In fact, he was already eager to suck him again, tempted to fall to his knees in the soft grass and take Esh’s swelling arousal between his lips once more.
But it seemed Esh did not share his feelings.
“Esh?” He spoke his name softly, worried by the tightly clenched jaw and thinly pressed lips of the other man.
“Ah Kaht, I would not have had you do this.” Esh turned tormented eyes to Ah Kaht. “You have abandoned the world and our people, and risked the anger of the gods.”
“I was trying to save your life.” Ah Kaht felt anger and hurt spear through his chest, wounding him.
“You should have let me die.” Esh turned, pacing away through the grasses, before he turned back to face Ah Kaht. “I was ready to give my life for yours. I knew what I did when I leapt into the flames. I would never have asked—”
“You didn’t have to ask. I was willing to risk Ac Yanto’s wrath, the gods’ wrath, anything to…to return you to me.” Esh was silent, but Ah Kaht could see a softening in his face. Esh did care for him. Now Ah Kaht simply had to convince the other man that he had acted with forethought, and done his best to appease the gods. “I made offerings to the four directions before I began the ritual. And I performed the rite of the garnet exactly as it was written in the scrolls I stole from the Temple of the Bearded Man.”
“You stole from your father, from Ac Yanto?” Esh asked, his tone making it clear Ah Kaht had committed an act as foolishly destructive as inviting a jaguar into his home for breakfast.
“I stole only what I myself thieved for him in the first place.”
“You shouldn’t have risked this,” Esh said, reaching out to take his hand and making Ah Kaht’s heart surge with relief. It was care for him that made Esh worry, not regret to find himself by Ah Kaht’s side in the afterlife. Thank the gods. “Your father will kill you.”
“No, my love, it doesn’t appear that he’ll have that pleasure.” Ah Kaht stepped closer to Esh, bringing the front of their bodies to press together. “As we are both already dead.”
“You are…” Esh’s words trailed off as Ah Kaht ran his hands down the other man’s back, cupping Esh’s ass in his hands and pulling his hips forward, more tightly to his own. Their cocks pressed together, hot, soft skin over stone that grew even harder as Ah Kaht took Esh’s lips for a kiss.
“I am right?” Ah Kaht flicked his tongue out across the seam of Esh’s lips. “I am wise?” Esh parted for him, but Ah Kaht did not invade, merely teased along the edge of his mouth. “I am like a young god, the only man in the great world you would wish to have by your side for the rest of—”
“You are far too talkative.” Esh’s laughter was followed by firm hands on the back of Ah Kaht’s head. Esh pulled him close, savaging his mouth with deep probing sweeps of his tongue.