- L M Somerton
Guest Author - Jennifer Wright
Here's a great snippet from Athis Dey, Jen's latest book in her fabulous Finding Home series, which I highly recommend.
Over to you Jen...
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m happy to announce the book you’ve all been waiting for…. *drum roll please* Athis Dey: Finding Home series book 4 is now available!
I’ve received numerous comments throughout the Finding Home series of how you all want Larken’s HEA. Well, wait no more, the time has come!
I must warn you, though, Larken has had it hard and love has been anything but easy for him. His heart’s been broken, so he’s locked it up tight like a vault. But, maybe the regal Khale can break through that barrier, or will his own troubles hold him back? Hmmm, guess you’ll have to read it to find out. ;)
Book Blurb:
Is it truly better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
In Larken’s case, he isn’t so sure. He did love someone, then he lost them, and it hurt like hell. Now, Larken has to figure out how he’s going to get over it and find love once more. Then again, does he even want to care for someone so strongly for a second time? He’s had his heart broken once, and he fears it’s too soon to open up to someone else. But how can he really deny the new feelings that are growing inside him?
Khale, on the other hand, has yet to fall in love at all. It’s something he’s wanted his whole life, and now he finds that it may be within his grasp. Khale could love Larken with all his heart—he can see himself with the warrior for the rest of his life. But Khale also yearns for Vardel to finally accept him as his son, and this wanting misguides him, leading him into trouble. Now he needs Larken’s help—he needs the man he’s fallen in love with to save him, but he fears his secrets and possible betrayal will have ruined his chance of ever finding happiness.
Excerpt:
“Going so soon?” The words had tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. Push him away… Pull him closer… The thoughts swirled through his mind, making him dizzy. He knew he should keep Khale at a distance, but his body still wanted what he and Corben had started.
“What?” Khale asked.
He turned the young man to face him. Reaching up, he then ran his fingers along Khale’s cheek.
“You cannot be serious,” Khale said incredulously.
“Why not?” Larken was giving up. He was done fighting his conscience. He leaned in closer and Khale immediately pulled back. Larken froze. “Did you not enjoy our time together the other day?”
Khale’s mouth opened and closed several times before he said, “Yes, I did, but that was a mistake.”
Larken leaned back. “A mistake?”
Having the space between them now seemed to heighten Khale’s confidence. He gently pulled out of Larken’s hold and took a step back. “Yes, a mistake, and one I do not intend to repeat.”
“Now who’s being rude?”
Khale glared at him for a moment. “No matter what I say, it’s just going to come out wrong to you, isn’t it?”
Larken shrugged his shoulders. “You’re the one who said it. I cannot control how you speak. Maybe there’s a shortage in the span between your brain and your mouth. Or maybe it’s that stick up your ass that’s doing the talking for you.”
Tilting his head to the side, Khale stared at him. “You hit on me, and then you insult me.” Shaking his head, Khale turned and headed for the door. “You obviously have issues, and I don’t really care to get mixed up in them.”
Larken’s gaze was immediately drawn to the end of Khale’s thick braid that brushed against the top of his ass as he walked away. Dear gods, what is it about this man that has me craving him like this? Khale’s comment irritated him, but he still wanted him.
Rushing across the room, Larken spun Khale around and pinned him against the wall. “So which is it? Am I an issue, too low on your society pole, or a mistake?”
Khale’s lips pressed tightly together before he replied. “I never said anything about social standing,” he ground out. “Whatever excuse you want to go with, then that’s what we’ll go with. Either way, I do not want it to happen again.”
As heated as Khale’s words were, Larken could sense the desire growing in the man— the way his eyes darkened, his breath quickening as Larken leaned against him, pressing their bodies firmly together from chest to groin.
Larken quickly dipped his head down to nuzzle Khale’s throat. “So, you don’t like this?” he whispered as he lightly grazed his lips along the soft skin.
“I…” Khale gasped. “I-I didn’t say that.”
It had been hard enough to resist Khale before, and hearing that erotic intake of breath and mumbling of words in that sweet accent only fueled Larken more. “Do you not like this?” He captured the man’s earlobe between his teeth as he ground his erection against Khale’s.
Khale shuddered, his body tensing beneath Larken’s. “Please, you must stop,” he rasped. “I can’t… I can’t…” Grabbing Larken’s biceps, he dug his fingers in. “I’m not supposed to—”
Larken cut off whatever else Khale had to say by kissing him. He nibbled along Khale’s bottom lip, reveling in the taste of him. Sliding his tongue along the seam of Khale’s lips, he sought entrance. Khale opened to him and their tongues met, swirling together with abandon. Tilting his head to the side, Larken deepened the kiss. He snaked his arms around Khale and pulled him closer. The taste of him, the very essence of Khale, drove him crazy.
He wanted more.
Larken began to trail kisses along his jaw. “You can’t?”
Khale moaned and leaned his head back. “No,” he breathed out.
Moving his hands down to grasp Khale’s ass, he whispered in his ear, “No?”
Khale cupped the back of Larken’s head, holding him there. “N-n…”
Larken pulled away. “No?” he asked more firmly.
Violet eyes stared up at him, confusion and passion clouding them. Khale opened his mouth to speak, but then bit his bottom lip instead.
Larken lowered his head again and gave Khale a chaste yet heated kiss. “Tell me,” he ordered as he nipped at Khale’s chin.
The young man’s arms wound around his shoulders, his hold tight. He shuddered as he hugged Larken. The seconds ticked by as Khale’s chest rose and fell with every labored breath. He pressed their cheeks together. “No,” he said hoarsely, then released Larken, nudging him away before he slipped out of the room.
Larken stood there staring at the wall, confused as hell, his cock aching in his pants. He was sure that there was no mistaking that Khale wanted him, so why had he left? Swallowing hard, Larken grabbed his dick and squeezed it. He was so turned on—so badly wanting to bury himself deep inside Khale. Memories of that slick, hot channel ran circles through his mind, and his body ached for it.
And Khale wanted it. He knew this.
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