Sequel to
Rescue by Ruin.
Sarah Rigdon is desperate. Penniless with
taxes due, she can either beg mercy from the ruthless tax collector or turn to
the last man she wants to ask for help. Archer Latimer stirs desires no proper
lady would ever admit to. Though their meetings always end in quarrels, she
can’t deny the heat between them. When he agrees to help, Sarah thinks her luck
has turned. But she should have known nothing with Archer is ever easy.
Archer and his lover Warren Dorvee have
spent years searching for the right woman to complete their family. Both
believe luscious Sarah is the one and now have a chance to pursue her. After
all, the price of Archer’s help is for Sarah to pose for Warren’s latest
painting. Nude.
But trust has to be earned and a crisis
in London threatens their love. The three must navigate through lust, lies and
secrets or risk being torn apart forever.
Inside Scoop: Contains m/m, GLBT and
ménage.
A
Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Deleted Scene from Danger by Dalliance:
Set up:
Archer and
Warren, an established couple looking for a third, spent
the afternoon with Sarah, giving her a first introduction to the pleasures of
the flesh. Her response to their seduction is unexpected. She leaves them out
of sorts and stirred up.
Warning: this scene is sexually explicit.
“Get your
clothes off. Now.”
A shiver ran
down Archer’s spine. Warren’s voice had dropped, demand hot in his eyes.
Archer’s head fell back and he moaned when Warren spoke again. “Take off your
clothes. I won’t tell you again.”
Archer sat
up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Warren
leaned back against his dresser and crossed his arms over his chest.
Archer
swallowed. Warren looked delicious with his clothes and hair rumpled, his
flashing gaze and the stubborn chin pushed forward. “What will you do if I
don’t go fast enough?”
An exquisite
shiver ran down Archer’s back when he saw the smile that curved Warren’s
luscious lips.
“Do you want
to find out?”
Warren
clenched his teeth in an attempt to keep his hunger contained.
He wanted to
drive Archer to the brink and ensure that nothing but their encounter filled
his mind. They’d made progress, progress that pleased Warren, but in the corner
of his heart was still the fear of losing Archer.
His lover
wouldn’t forget today’s encounter any time soon.
Archer was
exquisite as he lounged on the bed, the tanned skin of his naked torso
shimmering in the soft light. The narrow line of hair disappeared behind the
top of his trousers as his erect cock pushed against the cotton.
Warren
swallowed. God, he loved Archer so much and wanted nothing more than to see him
happy.
And he
prayed it wouldn’t cost him everything.
“I don’t see
you taking off your clothes.” Warren’s voice was rough, his desire too strong
to let him appear unmoved.
And Archer
knew it. He grinned like the cat that had gotten into the cream as he slowly,
oh so slowly rolled off the bed and to his feet. He turned his back to Warren
and bent over to untie his shoes.
Warren bit
his tongue to keep his groan from escaping. For a moment he balled his fists to
contain the urge to cup Archer’s gorgeous backside, but otherwise tried not to
respond to the deliberate temptation before him.
Once Archer
had taken off his shoes he stood and slowly pulled his shirt out of his
trousers. The slide of cotton against cotton rasped in the quiet room. He
dropped the shirt over the back of a chair.
Following
that was the sweet sound of Archer opening his trousers.
Warren’s
breathing grew labored.
For a moment
Archer just stood there, waistband loosened, his hands resting on his hips, not
moving.
Warren
rubbed his sweaty palms across his trousers and bit his lower lip.
His lover
threw a glance over his shoulder. Warren kept his face as impassive as
possible, but the knowing glint in Archer’s eyes proved he wasn’t that
successful. Warren clenched his fists behind his back.
Their gazes
met. Archer smiled, a smile filled with love and burning hunger. It eased the
sting in Warren’s heart. Then his lover looked toward the bed and slowly pushed
the trousers down his legs, taking his underwear with it.
With each
inch of skin that became visible, Warren’s desire grew.
Archer’s
delicious arse on full display pushed the fire raging inside him nearly out of
control.
But control
was the crux right now. Warren needed to maintain his so he could give Archer
an unforgettable experience.
When Archer
turned to him, naked, and flung the last of his clothes across the chair,
Warren raised his brows and studied the Adonis before him. “Very nice. Now get
on the bed.”
Archer
smirked, stroked his big hand up and down his beautiful cock and walked two
steps back until he bumped into the edge of the bed.
Warren
struggled to drag his eyes away. Archer continued his teasing as he lounged
back, putting himself on display.
“Hands off,”
Warren barked, his voice deep and rough.
Archer
flinched, but followed the order.
Now we can play.
Warren stood
straight and unfastened the last few buttons on his shirt. Archer’s gaze
narrowed in on his hands. When Warren pulled the cloth from his back, Archer
panted. Color tinged his sharp cheekbones.
Turnabout is fair play. Warren took
two steps back from bed, ensuring Archer could see his whole body. He brushed
his fingertips across his chest, circling his nipples. He shivered with
pleasure.
Archer
groaned and lifted a hand, as if to grab his cock.
Warren shook
his head. “Ah-ah, I said no touching.”
His lover
grimaced and balled his fists. But he obeyed.
Warren
popped the buttons on his trousers and nearly went up in flames at the
scorching look Archer threw him. He exhaled and pulled his dick out, a moan
escaping him at the touch. He tightened his grip on the base of his length,
pushing the climax back a little, but couldn’t stop the drop of pre-come from
escaping.
Archer
licked his lips. “Come over here and I’ll take care of you.”
Warren
clenched his teeth hard enough his jaw hurt. He continued to taunt Archer by
stroking his cock. “From where I’m standing I don’t really need you. I can take
care of things myself.”
Archer
groaned and his blazing eyes dropped shut. “Bastard. You’re in a torturous
mood.”
Warren
shrugged.
Archer
dropped his head back with a groan before straightening and coming up on his
elbow. “Do your worst.”
Warren
smiled. “I will.”
He strode to
the bedside table, took out the small bottle of lubricant and walked back to
the foot end of the bed. “Spread.”
Archer’s
brow shot up, but he opened his legs.
Warren set
the bottle into the little automated heater Archer had built and climbed onto
the bed. “This will get it nice and hot.” He teased Archer with the lightest
touch against the arch of his foot.
Archer
jerked.
Warren moved
his hand up, still keeping the pressure light. Goose bumps spread across Archer’s
legs and his cock twitched. Warren smiled and continued up all the way to the
hip. And past.
Archer
grimaced when Warren caressed his flat abdomen and then circled one nipple.
Sweat built on his face and chest.
Warren
rested his other hand beside Archer’s hip and continued to circle the hardening
nipple, but never touched the sensitive tip. He leaned forward and pressed a
soft kiss to the center of Archer’s chest, inhaling his lover’s scent.
Then he
licked across a nipple.
Archer
hissed, his hands digging into the sheets.
Warren
kissed his way across Archer’s chest, his nose buried in his lover’s silky
chest hair, until he reached the other nipple. He kissed him, gently and
softly, until Archer groaned. “Stop teasing!”
Warren
ignored him and kissed his way down Archer’s chest, following the narrow line
of hair until Archer’s cock bumped his chin. He looked up. “I’d say you’re
happy to see me.”
Archer
rolled his eyes, but the need raging inside them was the same that blazed
through Warren.
He tapped the
thick, hard rod with two fingers and kissed the tip. Then he moved to the line
where hip met thigh, and kissed it. “Not quite yet.”
Archer
growled and grasped the metal headboard.
Warren
grinned. There had been a good reason they’d decided to forgo elaborate
decorations or padding when choosing their headboard, and went with the simple,
but strong metal instead. Much easier to get a good grip on.
He kissed
his way down Archer’s leg, paying special attention to the soft spot just below
the knee, all the way down to the foot before repeating the same on the other
leg.
Then he sat
back on his heels and waited.
It took
Archer a moment before he realized that Warren had stopped. He looked at his
lover.
Warren
smiled and held up the bottle of lube. “It’s just a few degrees too hot. You
know how much I love it like that.”
Not
releasing Archer’s gaze he tilted the bottle until the liquid dribbled onto his
hard member. “I feel every drip, every trail the lube makes across my skin.” He
tilted the bottle and dripped more onto his cock. “Now it’s dripping down to my
balls.” He leaned back on one hand and continued to pleasure himself with hot
drops.
Archer sat
up and moved toward him. Warren shook his head.
His lover
dropped back and gripped his dick. “Fuck, Warren. Are you trying to kill me?”
Warren
laughed. “No, just drive you to the brink.”
“I’m there!
I’m fucking there.”
Not quite, but you’re close.
“Archer.”
The short bark startled Archer. “I don’t remember giving you permission to
touch yourself.”
Archer
cursed, but released his cock.
Warren
smiled. He poured some of the lubricant into his palm and coated his dick until
it was nice and ready.
Archer
hadn’t taken his eyes off Warren’s hand, his own once again digging into the
soft silk of the sheets.
Warren
released his member, crawled between Archer’s legs and wrapped his hand, still
wet from the lube, around Archer’s dick. He kept his grip light. The
desperation for a firmer grip would drive Archer closer and closer to the edge.
He cupped
Archer’s balls with his other hand and rubbed his thumb back and forth across
the sensitive sac.
Archer
bucked his hips, pushing for more.
Warren
didn’t give it to him. Instead he removed his hands.
Archer’s
growl was close to a scream. “I am going to boil your balls in oil.”
Despite his
own arousal racing closer and closer to out of control Warren laughed. “They
won’t do you much good that way.”
“I don’t
bloody care. Fuck me, you bastard.”
Nearly there.
Warren moved
closer until his knees bumped Archer’s arse cheeks. He snatched the warming
lube from the holder and prepared Archer, thrusting first one then two fingers
into him. His lover flattened his feet on the bed and raised his hips. He drove
his fingers deep inside Archer, hooking his fingertip just a smidgeon each time
he pulled back, stroking across Archer’s sweet spot.
Sweat
glistened across his lover’s body.
Warren
wanted to lean forward and lick it off, but the dam holding back his raging
desire finally cracked. Fuck it.
Warren
gripped his cock with one hand, lined it up and thrust deep and hard.
They both
growled. “Damn it, yes, I thought you’d never get down to it.” Archer tightened
his legs around Warren’s hips. “Fuck me!”
Instead of
following the demand, Warren remained still and studied the man beneath him.
He was
gorgeous. And he is mine.
Warren
leaned down and kissed Archer. Their lips met with need and desire, tongues
curling, teeth clashing. The bitter copper taste of blood only fired them on.
He sank down, trapping his lover’s throbbing member between them.
Archer tried
to move against him, but Warren dropped his remaining weight, sucking on
Archer’s tongue, waiting for that last bit of control, that last bit of need to
be in charge of their lovemaking, to fly apart.
It did.
Archer
screamed and dug his short nails into Warren’s back.
He hissed,
the slight pain nearly overwhelming his already over-sensitized nerve endings.
Archer
bucked beneath him, but Warren didn’t budge. He wrapped his arms under Archer’s
shoulders until he could hold him still and sank his teeth into the bulging
pectoral muscle.
Warren
pulled back and thrust deep and hard.
They both
groaned.
Warren clung
to the last dregs of his control as every inch on his body craved release. Each
lunge rubbed his stomach along Archer’s silky-hard cock. Sweat built across his
body and fell onto Archer’s smooth skin.
He clenched
his teeth together when his lover’s nails dug into his shoulder, knowing he’d savor
the marks there later.
He loosened
his grip on Archer’s shoulders and kissed his neck.
Archer’s
hands slid down his back until he cupped his arse. Warren increased the speed
of his plunges and nipped Archer’s shoulder.
Archer
growled and thrust up his hips.
Warren’s
balls drew up. He teetered on the edge.
He shifted
his weight to the side, leaning on his elbow and grasped Archer’s cock, slick
from the lube and their combined sweat, with his free hand. He stroked up and
down and pressed his thumb just under the head, the spot that drove Archer
wild. At the same time he plunged deep, ensuring he rubbed across the sweet
spot inside his lover.
Archer
groaned and dug his nails into Warren’s arse.
Their groans
and growls increased in volume and frequency, both of them close.
Warren
leaned forward and kissed Archer. At the same time Archer gripped both of
Warren’s nipples and pinched them. The sharp pain exploded through him. He came
deep inside Archer. Moments later his lover pumped streams of come over his
hand.
All tension
left his body and Warren sank half onto Archer, half beside him. He didn’t let
go and rubbed the sticky fluid over Archer’s cock head as his eyes dropped
shut.
Archer
leaned into him and kissed Warren’s chin, his hand stroking up and down his
back.
They lay in
silence until Warren’s breathing evened out. He released his dick and caressed
Archer’s broad chest.
Hi there, I am excited to be here. Thank you for having me. I write erotic
romance, specifically steampunk and sci-fi, and read voraciously. If a story
has a hot couple (or trio or quartettJ), a great story and a happy ending, it is mine to devour. I love to
travel and have lived in three different countries and on two continents.
How did you get started writing?
A friend of mine was
the editor for an anthology. Up until then I have only been writing stories in
my head. But with an actual goal and a direction (she was looking for a Vampire
story) finally got me in the chair and on the computer. That story will never
see the light of day, but it was the first building block for the universe of
my Celestial Surrender series.
What was the inspiration for your
book?
I finished Rescue by Ruin, my first steampunk book, with the idea that
Sarah was a superficial mean girl who betrays her friend for social standing.
But Sarah didn’t like that at all. She kept pulling at my arm, telling me she
had good reasons for her behavior. So I dug deeper and discovered she was
right. Danger by Dalliance tells her story and the hard choices she had to
make.
What’s the one genre you haven’t
written in yet that you’d like to?
I’d like to write an urban fantasy. I have an idea, but it is still very
vague and needs a lot more thinking before it’s ready to be written.
Are there any genres you won’t
read or write in? Why?
Not really. I read pretty much anything and everything as long as it is
well written, has compelling characters and a story that keeps me engrossed.
So, what are you working on right now? Got any releases planned, or still writing?
So, what are you working on right now? Got any releases planned, or still writing?
My next project is Tangled
Redemption, the fourth and final book in the Celestial Surrender
series that began with Tangled Shadows.
Throughout the first three books a certain Vampire, and his affiliations, has
worried my heroes. Is Miguel Calatrave, the Spaniard, still on their side or
has he started to work with the bloodthirsty Feral Vampires, who are now
trafficking humans as blood slaves? This is a question Miguel himself is unsure
of the answer. It will take one very unusual Naema and another Vampire for him
to discover if he is really beyond all redemption.
I am also working through revisions on a
steampunk Christmas novella, currently titled Dirigibles Are Forever. It will
release in December from Loose Id and is the story of a young widow and an
undercover spy who are snowed in on Christmas Eve. The sparks between the two
of them are flammable, but when she sees how he fulfills his mission all bets
are off. I love this story and cannot wait to share it with the world.
Alright, now for some totally random, fun questions. Favorite color? Blue
Favorite movie?
Alright, now for some totally random, fun questions. Favorite color? Blue
Favorite movie?
Oh, that’s a tough
one, nearly as bad as favourite book. I
love the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I have also watched Avengers a few dozen
times and How to Train Your Dragon is one of the best animated films ever.
Book that inspired you to become an author?
Book that inspired you to become an author?
Hm, I don’t have one book that inspired me. I always read a lot and at
night, when falling asleep, would either re-write stories in my head to make up
my own. When I wrote that Vampire story lots of different pieces inspired the
worldbuilding.
Alright, you have one superpower. What is it?
Teleportation. I HATE flying with a vengeance, but I love to travel. The
ability to transport myself across the world with just one thought would be
utterly amazing…and so much cheaper than air travelJ.
You can have dinner with any 3 people, dead, alive, fictitious, etc. Who are they? Eve Dallas, Hawke Snow and Mercedes Thompson.
Last question: Which of your characters are you most like and how/why?
I think possibly I have the most in common with Sarah from Danger by
Dalliance. Like her I observe life around me. And we’re both more fully
figured;).
That’s all from me, thanks so much for taking the time to stop by!
Thank you
so much for having me.
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About the
Author:
Like most writers, Tina often hears
voices in her head, but it took the encouragement of an editor friend before
she actually put fingers to keyboard.
While those first stories will never see
the light of day, she’s subsequently honed her craft and learned to build not
just worlds, but entire galaxies. Her first book from Ellora’s Cave features a
galaxy filled with Vampires, Humans and angel-like aliens called Naema.
When not imagining far away worlds and
scorching hot encounters, Tina can be found on her sofa working through her
never-ending TBR pile or venturing into the real world—whether to a nearby café
or a passport-required destination. She’s a member of the RWA’s Toronto
chapter. Her two degrees in environmental conservation, majoring in large
animal studies, come in handy when wrestling with supernatural beasties.
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