vendredi 6 janvier 2012
State of Affairs-- M/M/M Fantasy from Changeling Press
Out Now from Changeling Press
Jade Harron has been tapped for a very delicate mission. Twin kingdoms, at war for ages, only have one chance at alliance: union by marriage. But someone doesn't want the warring kingdoms united. No way the king's willing to put his daughter's neck on the line! But he's got the perfect spy for the role -- half-Elf and cross-dressing courtesan Jade Harron, of course.
Somehow Jade's not convinced Prince Keandre will be all that pleased when he discovers their deception. Then again, what will they do if the prince prefers to keep his Elven "Bride"? And then there's Jade's former lover, Gareth, Captain of Prince Keandre's guard and keeper of his secrets... and secret desires. Gareth knows far too much about Jade's past. Will he expose Jade for who he is? Or coerce him back to his bed?
Jade has a feeling no matter how this ill-conceived affair turns out, his life will never be the same. Danger, deception, espionage and unbridled lust -- all politics as usual in this decadent court.
Excerpt under the cut (definitely not work safe.... then again, what do you expect :P)
My reflections were interrupted by a discreet knock on the door. I turned around so abruptly that a few of the pots and jars on the vanity clattered to the floor. I realized the knocking was coming not from the door to the servants’ quarters but the main door leading into the hallway.
I did a quick check -- everything that should be hidden was hidden. Then I put on my most beatific smile and cautiously advanced toward the door. It was probably the prince. Hopefully apologizing. In a dainty little voice, I inquired who was there.
There was a silence. Then a deep voice I would have recognized in my sleep replied, “Security check.”
I froze to the spot. “Go away,” I snarled.
“I really recommend that you open this door, Princess Amalia.” He chuckled.
“What if I don’t?”
“As the captain of the guard, I have a skeleton key to all the rooms. So be a doll and open it yourself.”
I gritted my teeth, but unlocked the door and opened it just a crack. “What do you want from me?”
Gareth grinned and pushed the door so hard it took me by surprise. I almost went flying as he forced his way in and slammed the door shut behind him, turning the lock.
I valiantly tried to hold on to the character of Princess Amalia. “Leave here at once,” I said, raising my chin. “What will people think?”
“What indeed.” With one step Gareth covered the distance between us and his large, powerful hands grasped my shoulders. I could feel their heat through the fabric of my gown. He tilted his head, examining me lazily. “Now, I know you were raised in a convent, Princess, but I think even nuns would have noticed something wasn’t quite right.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice chose that moment to crack. I coughed.
“Drop it, Jade. You really thought I wouldn’t recognise you?”
He threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. The pin that held it together fell out and my hair unravelled to its full length. Gareth yanked on it hard enough to make me tilt my head, at the same time pulling my hair aside to expose my ear with its pointed tip. “Yes, actually, I did,” I snapped in my regular voice. “Didn’t think you were the type to remember everyone you fuck.”
“Oh, I don’t,” he murmured in my ear. I felt his breath tickle my skin. “But you, I’ll never forget. Take it as a compliment.” He ran his tongue along the edge of my ear, earlobe to pointed tip.
A shiver ran down my spine, exploding in a warm wave in my lower belly. Underneath the wrappings, my cock stirred to life. I ground my teeth, doing my best to ignore it. “What do you want from me, Gareth? You know you won’t be able to make me talk.”
“Talk?” His full, shapely eyebrows shot up. “I don’t want to make you talk. In fact, I’d rather prefer that you didn’t.”
With one pull, he had my skirts -- several layers of them -- up and around my waist, and his hand found its way underneath like he’d done it a million times. His hand over my mouth stifled my indignant exclamation. I tried to bite, but at that moment his other hand found the bulge beneath the silk pantalettes I wore under my skirt. Gareth squeezed the outline of my cock, hard enough to make me see stars.
“It’s good to see you’ve missed me, too,” he said. I struggled a little, but my will to resist was melting. Maybe it had been too long and the pent-up frustration was messing with my ability to think rationally. Maybe it was just him. The fitted coat and hose he wore left little to the imagination, and my memory helpfully filled in the rest. As he pressed me into the vanity table, I felt the muscles in his legs flex as he shoved his leg between mine, forcing my knees apart. Glossy black hair slipped from the ribbon that held it back and its strands were tickling my face. His sensual mouth, full and soft, explored the spot behind my ear that sent shivers through my whole body.
All I could do was clench my fists in fury and powerlessness. My body had decided to respond to him in spite of myself. When his hand rubbed my cock through the silk, I was that close to blowing my load.
Meanwhile, Gareth found the waistband of the pantalettes and slid his fingers under it. His touch on my skin was like fire and ice at the same time. He loosened his grip on my mouth long enough for me to choke out, “Wait… No… There are… servants next door.”
Gareth threw an annoyed sideways glance at the door, barred with a chair. “To hell with the servants,” he growled, and yanked the silky girls’ garment out of the way so suddenly it made me cry out. He quickly muffled the sound with his mouth this time.
He lifted me up onto the vanity table, sweeping aside all the little jars and boxes, and stood between my legs. Out of sheer instinct I almost wrapped them around his waist, but that would be… undignified, desperate. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, no matter how much I wanted to. I bent my knees, digging my heels into the mouldings on the vanity, with a little whimper of humiliation.
Gareth proceeded with all the finesse of a sledgehammer, grabbing my cock and jerking me off in quick, hard strokes. At least that part hadn’t changed. Gareth was never one for foreplay… Not that I needed any at this point.
“Jade darling,” he purred in my ear. “You have no idea how hot you get me when you’re in a dress.”