A.D. Christopher

New Release Today-"Two if by Sea"

2008-03-26T05:42:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-01-16T09:29:00.000-08:00

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.

New Cover for January Release

2007-12-12T04:40:00.000-08:00

Just received my cover for "Sacrifice of the Stone" and am very pleased. No need for man meat this week! (Not that I would have remembered to post any anyway. I've been such a remiss blogger, but hope to improve after the holiday madness is over.)

Happy Holidays,

A.D. Christopher

Necessary Temptation is Available!

2007-11-30T07:51:00.001-08:00

Necessary Temptaton, my HOT manlove werepanther novella, is available today!

This was actually my first sale to Ellora's Cave (and I've just learned I've made my fourth, an Aquamarine story for the 2008 Jewels series, which makes me sqeal with happiness!)

You can read the blurb and a little excerpt, and buy the book here.

Just look at that cover! You know you want to read it!

Necessary Temptation Releases Friday!

2007-11-25T07:02:00.001-08:00

My m/m werepanther tale, Necessary Temptation, will be released from Ellora's Cave this Fridaym so I thought I'd post a little teaser for you!

Only one night of sexual testing stands between Dawson Gray and his destiny. If he can endure a public ritual without succumbing to his desire for another man, he will claim his female mate and his future as head of his wereleopard Pride. That future is in his grasp, until one man approaches...
Logan is an Unfree slave whose only chance at freedom is to become the warrior-mate of a Pride-born son. But there's one thing Logan desires more than his freedom--Gray. This is his only chance to tempt the man he loves to his side. He'll use every weapon at his disposal to prove to Gray that their feelings are more than desire, and that this night is the beginning of a shared destiny, not merely a necessary temptation.

The master of ceremony’s voice cued that it was time to grit his teeth for the penultimate test. Almost there. Twenty more minutes, and two very public encounters with two other men and he’d be ready to mate-claim his woman. Their parents had already arranged for the details of the claiming months ago, so there would be no battle for Melody’s hand. If she chose him and he accepted her offer, none would dare challenge him, no matter that she was one of the loveliest and most well-liked young woman in their pride. He was Dawson Gray, son of the Pride Head, and to challenge a Gray was very close to a death sentence.
The thought left a sour taste in his mouth.
Even more reason to hold strong, to take your father’s place and effect change. To make this pride a place where true equality and—
Gray lost his train of thought faster than his little brother Darius scampered after a bowl of cream placed on the kitchen floor.
Gods, no, anyone but him.
His next Unfree tormentor stood before him, all six foot something of him naked as the day he was born, his tanned skin oiled to a high sheen that only emphasized the perfection of his muscled frame. Logan’s chin-length dark blond hair hung wildly around his face, half covering his startlingly bright blue eyes. It looked as if he hadn’t bothered to preen before the testing, as if he hadn’t cared to waste time prettying up for the tribe born.
Thank gods. If he looked any better, there would be no chance of resisting.
It was as if Logan had somehow overheard Gray’s unspoken thought, for he suddenly smiled, a wry twist of his full lips that alone was nearly enough to make Dawson thicker.
What in the hell was he going to do once Logan was allowed to touch, to tease, to taste?
Gray closed his eyes, forcing the image of the slightly shorter male from his mind. Logan. Gods, why did it have to be Logan? The man had haunted his dreams every night in the year since they returned from San Francisco. Until then, he’d just been another Unfree working the shit jobs at the Pride’s import factory that no Pride born were-panther wanted to dirty their hands with. A gorgeous man, yes, but there were an abundance of gorgeous men among the Pride, and Gray had never taken advantage of an Unfree sexually. They couldn’t say “no” to a Pride born and Gray wasn’t into forced encounters.
But after he had seen Logan fight the were-lions like it was his own Pride’s territory he was defending, with a bravery that outshone every other man on the battlefield… Logan had become something more than an Unfree. He’d become an object of fascination. With a body built for pleasure and a spirit as fierce and untamed as any he’d known, Gray found his thoughts turning to Logan far more often than they should. He’d dreamed of what it would be like to touch the man and to be touched in return, but never dared think those dreams would become a reality.
Now that it was actually going to happen…gods, how in the hell was he going to force his body to deny his attraction?
“The Unfree may begin. You have ten minutes.”
“Ten whole minutes. Not nearly enough for all the things I want to do to you,” Logan whispered under his breath as he circled slowly around in back of Gray.
Shit. Of all the things he could have said, that was the worst. Want to do. Things he wanted to do, not things he was forced to do. Now Gray didn’t even have the element of force to cool his lust.
He took a deep breath and let it out, wishing he could rid himself of anxiety as easily. This was going to be pure hell. No matter that Logan might not find the time sufficient, Gray knew they were going to be the longest ten minutes of his life.

I'll post the Buy link on Friday as soon as it goes live!

Hunks of the Week!

2007-11-15T03:13:00.000-08:00

Sorry this is late, dolls. With the crazy season finally slowing a bit, my partner and I decided to take a long weekend off and relax a little (and for me, these days, relaxing means working on some hot new story ideas!)

I think these hunks are hot enough to make up for a multitude of sins, though...and to think up some new ones...rowr!

Hunks of the Week

2007-11-01T11:25:00.001-07:00

Hunks of the Week

2007-10-27T18:09:00.000-07:00

Wish this would have happened to me at work this week! This autumn has been totally out of control busy. I'm ready for winter, when brides are fewer, flowers are more scarce, and A.D. will have more time to write and promote.

Happy week to all!

A.D.

Um...Hunks of the Week

2007-10-17T09:16:00.000-07:00

Well, it was supposed to be Hunks of the Week, but it seems Blogger is having trouble uploading pictures today.

So let's just imagine a hunk for the moment, okay? He's tall and dark...stepping naked out of a pool. The water flows in rivulets down across his broad, muscular chest and trickles over his flat stomach, down to...well!

You dirty thing, you've made him naked! And...ready. And...large.

It's such a hot day that his companion is also naked, lying on a towel on the sand (I've decided this is a beach scene, instead of the pool. Because I'm writing it so I'm allowed, lol.) The sun beats down on both of their strong, tanned bodies, its golden eye the only witness as Hunk 1 sinks down to straddle Hunk 2 and takes his face between his large, strong hands. Their pelvises rock together as Hunk 1 leans down for a long, slow kiss, water trickling gently from his thick dark hair onto Hunk 2's heated skin...

I'll let you take it from there, shall I? *wicked grin*

"Feast of the Flesh" released

2007-10-11T04:24:00.001-07:00

Thank you so much to those who have already contacted me telling me you enjoyed Caradoc and Patrick's story. That you not only took the time to read, but also to write a new author with words of encouragement means more than you know.

I, unfortunately, didn't have the chance to relish my first release yesterday fully as I was out of the house all day and away from my computer. So I'll have to settle for posting the news a day late.

Best, A.D. Christopher

Tricks and Treats - Feast of the Flesh By A.D. Christopher
After centuries wandering the mists of the Otherworld, Caradoc, a former river god, returns to Earth on Samhain to have his revenge against his lover, Padraig. In ancient times, Padraig swore allegiance to the new god, betraying his oath to Caradoc and banishing him from the earthly plane. Now Caradoc has one night to make Padraig pay, with a brand of erotic torture Padraig won't forget.

Patrick never dreams the man who interrupts his tribe's Samhain ritual wants more than just a passionate encounter in the woods. But as memories of his past life return, Patrick knows he must make amends to Caradoc and prove to him that the sins of the past don't have to haunt their future.

Is one night long enough to bring two souls back together forever?

LINK TO BUY/EXCERPT:http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419913396

Hunks of the Week

2007-10-08T13:47:00.000-07:00

These two are twins....dear god...

Thanks to everyone who read my excerpts last night and took the time to say you enjoyed them. It made my first appearance on the Ellora's Cave chat loop quite an enjoyable one, though I'm still not quite ready to jump in and chat like the Deliciously Naughty Writers. I couldn't believe how many posts they had last night in such a short time.

I'll have to start working out, training to get to that point. In the meantime, endless work is calling. You might not think it, but October is a HUGE wedding month and we've been slammed at the shop. Hope everyone else is having a wonderful beginning to your autumn.

A.D. Christopher

Hunks of the Week

2007-10-03T11:06:00.001-07:00

Not doing so good with the hunks of the week, obviously, since it's been nearly a month since my last post. I swear, I will try to do better in the future, but between life and work and relationships, I've been a busy boy. But there is good news to report!

I just got word from my lovely Ellora's Cave editor that my novella, presently titled Sacrifice of the Stone, will be accepted as part of the birth stone series beginning in January of 2008. I couldn't be more thrilled!

Now, back to work!

A.D. Christopher

Hunks of the Week

2007-09-19T04:36:00.000-07:00

In hopes of becoming a more regular blogger I'm going to start posting pictures of the 'hunks of the week' every Wednesday. I figure you can never go wrong with a little mancandy. Right?

Enjoy.....

Release Date for "Necessary Temptation"

2007-08-28T12:16:00.001-07:00

November 30th, 2007.

I'll have two releases this year! Now, to get started on 2008...

A.D. Christopher

HOT cover!

2007-08-16T08:20:00.000-07:00

I got my very first cover, for my Ellora's Cave novella, Necessary Temptation. How hot is that?! Not just those HOTTT guys, but my name on an actual cover!

Here's the blurb:

Only one night of sexual testing stands between Dawson Gray and his destiny. If he can endure a public ritual without succumbing to his desire for another man, he will claim his female mate and his future as head of his wereleopard Pride. That future is in his grasp, until one man approaches...

Logan is an Unfree slave whose only chance at freedom is to become the warrior-mate of a Pride-born son. But there's one thing Logan desires more than his freedom--Gray. This is his only chance to tempt the man he loves to his side. He'll use every weapon at his disposal to prove to Gray that their feelings are more than desire, and that this night is the beginning of a shared destiny, not merely a necessary temptation.

I'll post the release date and an excerpt as soon as I get them!

Release date!

2007-08-14T02:49:00.000-07:00

I'm so excited, I have my first official release date!

Feast of the Flesh, my hot hot HOT manlove Halloween Quickie, will be released by Ellora's Cave on October 10!

Here's the blurb:

After centuries wandering the mists of the Otherworld, Caradoc, a former river god, returns to earth on Samhain to have his revenge against his lover, Padraig. In ancient times, Padraig swore allegiance to the new god, betraying his oath to Caradoc and banishing him from the earthly plane. Now Caradoc has one night to make Padraig pay, with a brand of erotic torture Padraig won’t forget.

Patrick never dreams the man who interrupts his tribe’s Samhain ritual wants more than just a passionate encounter in the woods. But as memories of his old life return, Patrick knows he must make amends to Caradoc and prove to him that the sins of the past don’t have to haunt their future.

Is one night long enough to bring two souls back together forever?

Mmmm...what a fun and hot story to write!

Here's a little excerpt to get you excited...

He’d waited centuries for this night, centuries to find Padraig again. Every year at Samhain he came through the veil and flew, high above the ceremonies and celebrations, searching for the one soul he craved more than any other.
And tonight he had found him, his love…the one who had betrayed him and left him to die.
The man didn’t look like Padraig, of course. His hair was not as dark, nor his body as muscle bound. But souls could not hide, even if they wanted to.
Caradoc squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force away the images flashing through his mind, but it was no use. The pictures were burned into his spirit and always would be. Years of remembering had made it impossible to see anything but Padraig’s face, his smile as he leaned in for a kiss. Centuries later he could still feel the phantom of his lover’s hand on his shaft, of Padraig’s cock buried deep inside his ass as they both worked furiously towards their climax.
How many times had they been together like this? How many times had he held Padraig’s cock in his mouth and felt his love explode over his tongue? How many times had Padriag groaned and sighed and sworn eternal love? Only to betray him when the New God came.
The devastation of losing his love, his human soul-connection, had sent Caradoc spinning away, so far from the world of humans he still wasn’t sure how he’d managed to find his way back.
But find it he had, and he’d known someday Padraig would as well. And when he did, Caradoc would be waiting.
“There will be no escape, my love,” Caradoc whispered, a soft curse swept away by the cool wind.
Forcing a smile to his face, he made his way into the circle. The feast of Samhain—or so it used to be called—had been a village-wide celebration in Caradoc’s time. Women and men would dance naked around the ceremonial flames, while children ran wild through the woods, racing the spirits through the darkness.
Now it seemed only men were permitted, for this circle, this dance, was solidly male. Cardoc’s cock hardened as strong arms brushed against him, as muscled bodies covered with coarse hair spun and leapt, sometimes crashing together onto the ground, rolling through the dirt with laughter before coming to their feet again. They danced with holiday abandon, the pure, sexual energy strumming through the crowd enough to make Caradoc join in their laughter.
He fed upon their desire, their lust for life and merriment, growing stronger than he had been in ages. The energy buzzed through his veins, tingling across his skin until he felt drunk with it. It had been so very long since he’d felt this powerful.
Tonight he would put that power to use. He would find Padraig and make him beg for mercy. Find him, and take back the life force he knew his love’s soul still held.
Then he would banish him, as Caradoc had been banished, down to the cold Otherworld, to the half-life he had spent centuries trying to reach after being sent even further away into the nothingness.
Shivering with anticipation and the pleasure of warm skin pressing against his own, Caradoc forced his way through the crush of bodies until he reached Padraig. Whatever name this man now claimed, Caradoc still knew him, and when he reached out and circled the other man’s biceps with his hand he knew he was right. The touch sizzled, sent a jolt of energy through his system.
Padraig turned around and grinned. Caradoc’s breath caught. He looked so familiar! The wide blue eyes were the same, the broad, friendly face different but close enough that for a moment Caradoc felt dizzy. For a split second, all plans for revenge were forgotten as he stared at the man’s soft lips. He fought the urge to reach out and run his fingertips along them, to slip fingers into the warmth of Padraig’s mouth and feel the wetness of his tongue.
Padraig knew what he was thinking. The other man’s eyes widened, just a touch, then darkened with desire. Caradoc knew his body was attractive, even now in modern times. His hair was longer than current fashion dictated, apparently, but there were other men with dark golden skin and dark eyes participating in the dance. Without clothes there was nothing else to indicate he didn’t truly belong.
“I’m Patrick,” Padraig said.

October 10th, people! I know I can't wait!

Starting Edits

2007-08-01T18:01:00.000-07:00

Just started edits for my quickie with my editor Briana St. James. She's a doll, can't imagine a better editor.

That's all for now, hoping to have more to post soon.

My First Post-Two Sales

2007-07-10T07:48:00.000-07:00

Today I learned that BOTH of my submissions to Ellora's Cave have been accepted for publication. I'm completely thrilled, overwhelmed really.

Once the shock had worn off, I decided it was time to start that blog I'd been meaning to create a few months ago. So here it is. The blog.

I'll be back soon with biography and more, once I pull myself down from the ceiling.

A.D. Christopher,
newly published author.