I recently
received a new review for Lover Enslaved from MM
Good Book Reviews. Believe it or not, I always read reviews, good or
bad. Why? Because if they are goodn I’m glad, and if they are so-so or
critical, I always learn something. Yep. I do. Especially when it’s about areas
where my writing could be improved. I didn’t see any suggestions on that in
this review, but I did notice she mentioned my dedication:
It
hints at the front that people wanted Thomas and Arjun’s story so I feel as if
this comes from another book and I really, really want to read that, too.
I wish that I
did have another book based on Thomas and Arjun, but I do not. However, there
is a possibility that I could either 1. Write another 1NS set in India, or 2.
Write a spin-off 1NS story. The people in the front of the book who wanted to
see Tomas and Arjun’s story published were my local writers group. A bunch of
gals that normally don’t even read romance who agree to critique my work. I
appreciate their willingness to read my smexyness! I’ll give you a sample of
that below.
Here’s the blurb for Lover Enslaved:
Stranded
for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley
searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the
red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds
a shot at redemption—but first, he has to survive it.
Indian
male prostitute, Arjun Mukesh, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of
real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from
his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real
affection, his heart begins to ache for the more than a taste of the life he
cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a
fight.
Amidst a
spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in
America before it’s too late for both of them.
Excerpt:
Reveling
in the gorgeous sight, Arjun came as well, something he never did with his
clients, a part of himself he never let them see. This was Thomas, who already
seemed a part of him. Not like a client but…a true lover. He came over his
belly, the liquid warmth culminating their joining. The very real affection he
felt for Thomas nearly breaking his heart.
The
impact of Thomas collapsing on him stole his breath, sending waves of delicious
security over him. His heart clenched and he closed his eyes, embracing Thomas
and holding tight for however many seconds the glorious pleasure would last.
“Arjun.”
Thomas kissed his neck, up the side of his face, his forehead, his lids, his
nose, his chin, and then the other side. All the while, his fingers caressed
and traced over the welts covering his back as though trying to erase them,
replacing the bitter memories with new ones. With love.
Tears
formed, unwelcome. No, he couldn’t think like that. The idea this man could
really love him was too far-fetched.
Thomas
gave him a squeeze. “That, Arjun, is how a man is supposed to make love. Do you
understand the difference now?”
He
whined out a soft “yes,” and Thomas immediately covered his mouth with a
sweltering kiss. He melted into it with his whole heart and soul.
Long
moments later, Thomas broke the kiss and sighed. “Arjun, that was…perfect.
You’re perfect.” Thomas lifted him from the bed. “Now, let’s get you cleaned
up.”
Thomas
cradled him in his arms all the way to the shower, then set him on his feet
gently. Protecting him from the first cold blasts of spray, he adjusted the
water temperature. Then, even in the shower, he caressed and soothed with his
hands. Arjun felt…cherished. Pampered. A piece of his heart he hadn’t known
existed flowered into happiness and drifted freely toward the light, bringing
more tears. He buried his head in Thomas’ shoulder and let the salty drops mix
with the water and fall. They’re only tears from a whore. They are of
no consequence.
Thomas
washed them, his devilish hands partly fixed to their task but lingering in
certain areas guaranteed to arouse heat. Before long, their cocks had hardened
again.
“Ready
for more?” Thomas asked.
“Yes,
please.”
Thomas
pinned him to the shower stall with his soapy body, rubbing his mouth and cock
against him relentlessly, opening him to more long, slow loving. And, once
more, storm clouds gathered in Arjun’s heart, drowning him with sorrow for a
love he could never possess.
Buy Links:
The new review is located HERE
Author Bio
and Contact:
Eva Lefoy
writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also
terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll
figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until
then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
#eva_lefoy, #decadentpub, #1NS, #1nightstand, #1nightstand, #LGBTromance
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