Rebecca Brochu is back and she's sharing her new novel from Evernight Publishing, "Love in the Land of Fire"!!
I just started this book today. I'm only a couple of chapters in, and I must say that although I don't generally read futuristic, sci-fi, or the BDSM genres, I am certainly enjoying this one.
Rebecca's colorful imagination is genuinely inspiring and I hope you'll snag a copy and see for yourself!
I don't want to have to make you wait for a peek though, so have a seat like good little subs and I promise to make it worth your while! =^-^=
Okay, here ya' go:
Land in the Land of Fire:
In a world where one
is either the ruler or the ruled Enforcer Josiah Marx, a dominate who’s almost
given up on finding a partner, takes a case and finds himself drawn to Rafe
Zweil, a submissive with a complicated past. Can the two overcome
all the obstacles that stand before them and between them to find love in the
Land of Fire?
EXCERPT:
“Shit!” Josiah immediately holsters his gun, wraps
one hand around Rafe’s shoulder and spins him around until they’re face to face. Anger flares through him, anger at himself
for not recognizing the other male sooner, anger at Rafe for not being where he
was supposed to be in the first place.
It all comes spilling out of him before he can think twice about it.
“What in the fuck were you doing? What in the hell possessed you to leave the
apartment? I’ve seen your test scores,
Zweil, so you’ve got no excuse for acting like a fucking idiot!”
Josiah shakes Rafe hard once before letting
go of the submissive as if burned.
Raking a hand through his blond hair he stalks towards the nearest
switch and turns the dial all the way up until the apartment is flooded with
light. In the now bright room he can see
Rafe’s face clearly, can see an anger that matches his own rising up in the man,
which is at odds with the mostly meek behavior he’s shown to Josiah since
they’ve been together.
“I wasn’t aware that I was a prisoner, Marx,
or that you’re apparently my warden.
Although I suppose that was a foolish assumption to make. After all a cage is still a cage even if the
bars are pretty this time around.”
“Damn it all to hell, Rafe, that’s not what
I meant and you fucking know it!”
“Are you sure about that, Josiah? Do you really not want to keep me locked
away, hidden from the outside world like every-fucking-body else seems to?”
Josiah has no control over himself as he
lunges forward, buries one hand in Rafe’s silky hair and yanks the submissive
forward. Their lips meet harshly, all
teeth and no finesse and Josiah runs his tongue roughly along the seam of
Rafe’s mouth, a pleased growl rumbling in his chest when the he opens for
him. Josiah sweeps inside, his tongue
tangling hotly with Rafe’s even as he begins to crowd the submissive against
the nearest wall.
They fit together perfectly, the long lean
plains of Rafe’s body slotting into the more thickly muscled valleys of
Josiah’s as if they’d been carved from the same single piece of stone, broken
and divided and only now reunited.
Josiah groans low in his throat at the feel of Rafe pressed against him
and his cock hardens instantly at the combined sensations of touch and
taste. Rafe echoes his groan and the
sound of pleasure from the submissive doubles Josiah’s arousal, making him
helpless to do anything but press closer, driving their bodies together and
Rafe further against the wall.
Their tongues slide against and around each
other, spit slick and eager to taste, to consume one another. Josiah knew it would be like this, knew it
would be perfect and all-consuming the moment he laid eyes on Rafe. His hand loosens its tight grip in Rafe’s
hair and slides slowly through the cool, thick locks to curl firmly around the
back of the submissive’s neck, unable to control the impulse to completely dominate
the other male. Rafe breaks the kiss,
gasping for air and moaning openly as his head tips back, pressing deeper into
the grip on his neck and exposing his throat and collar to Josiah’s hungry
gaze.
It’s an instinctual move, the desire to show
off for a dominant, the urge to entice a fitting and worthy partner with his
unclaimed status, and the sight of it has Josiah practically snarling in
victory. Rafe wants him as well, wants
to be claimed on some level as much as Josiah wants to be the one doing the
claiming. If he didn’t, if their desires
didn’t match to some degree, Rafe would not respond so beautifully, would not
be showing off his collar and trying to entice Josiah into claiming him.
His hand tightens slightly, as his head dips
down until he can taste Rafe’s neck, can rack teeth and tongue across the
tempting expanse, and suck tiny bruises into the vulnerable skin. He runs his tongue across the smooth surface
of the collar, tongue flirting with the inlaid rubies and dragging lightly across
the sensitive area where silver meets skin.
Rafe bucks against him and Josiah tightens his hand in reprimand,
pleased and aroused when he can actually feel Rafe’s knees weaken at the silent
command even as the submissive obeys and stills.
Josiah pulls himself away from the
mesmerizing taste and feel of Rafe, dragging his lips and tongue up across the
exposed side of his neck so that he can whisper hotly in the submissive’s ear.
“Such a good boy, Rafe, such a sweet,
beautiful boy. You were made to be
ruled, made for me to own.”
He claims Rafe’s mouth in another searing
kiss, reveling in the breathless gasp and shaky moan it prompts.
“You’ll be so pretty for me, won’t you? So sweet and delicious when I have you
begging, wanting what only I can give you.
I can’t wait to have you bare and spread open before me.”
Rafe shudders, a full body tremor that
Josiah can feel perfectly, and it goes straight to his cock. He urges Rafe’s arms above his head with his
free hand before grasping them both tightly and pinning them back against the
wall. He feels Rafe go still against
him, the tiny, almost unnoticed rocking of his hips stopping abruptly, but it
doesn’t really register with him, doesn’t penetrate the fog of lust and need
that’s slowly taking him over.
“P-Please, Josiah.”
The plea comes out quietly, almost too
quietly, and when Josiah hears it he takes it as a plea for more, more touch,
more sensation. Just more. So he rocks his body against Rafe’s again as
he mouths at the sensitive skin behind his ear.
He loves the feel of his cock rubbing against the submissive’s, even
muted as it is by the multiple layers of leather and cloth. It’s a heady feeling, something he wants more
of even though it’s enough to drive him mad.
He wants Rafe bare, wants to feel all of that silky skin against his own
as he takes the other man down and apart.
“Oh the things I’ll make you do. I’ll make you love me and what I can give
you.”
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