Friday, May 16, 2014

Danger by Dalliance VBT

Book Description:
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.

Thanks so much for stopping by. So, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?
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?
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?
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?
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:
Tina Christopher spent her early years flitting across the Channel between Germany and England. After touring the world extensively, she finally laid down roots in Toronto. And while Canada’s winters may be frigid, Tina’s characters are anything but!

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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