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Now for what you've been waiting for. A sneak peek into Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton's life. Take it away Laura.
Laura: First kiss, first passion…the phase and the Virtus Saga
How about if, instead of a boring fact*filled blog, I told you a story, an intriguing one about first love, first awareness, first kiss?
Fans of my Virtus Saga know all about Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton love, but they don’t know how it started or when they exchanged the first kiss, so here’s an exclusive sneak preview from my coming soon The Pledge.
PG M/M unedited excerpt
Childhood friend and neighbor of the Caldwell’s, Carl Strepton belonged to one of the families Prince Charles had included while building a carefully selected network of nearby relations as if wanting to establish his son as the centerpiece of a strong frame of reference. But Duncan had never liked Carl, no matter how many times he had visited him and perhaps the fact he was a selfish, arrogant, disagreeable, egotistical bastard had something to do with it.
Carl was always right, the others always wrong, placed at the center of the world, everyone else good only to satisfy his needs, which of course had the predictable result of ostracizing neighbors and acquaintances. Apparently, only Duncan tolerated his swinging moods and pretensions without ever coming to an open confrontation, except for that one time he remembered still today with a mix of pleasure and dread.
The timing could not have been worse, not with the phase at its first stages and relations between Chris and Duncan strained, neither knowing exactly why, only feeling strangely ill at ease with each other for the first time. The prince still remembered the confused signals his body sent him, a yearning so deep to touch his blond angel, mixed with the fear to do so or of the consequences, and even more he could not or did not want to interpret. He fantasized about doing things to and with Chris, wild scenes playing in his mind every time he caught sight of the blond head, not daring to put his thoughts into actions and turning his eyes away before the blue-gray ones could read the truth in them.
Conflicting emotions raged like thunderstorms just waiting to unleash their fury on someone, anyone. On the one hand, he wanted to spend every single moment with the fiery angel, yet the same fierce attraction he felt for him, was also what kept him distant. And having guessed it was the beginning of the phase did not help either, especially since he had no one to talk with, no father to help him understand and certainly he could not ask his mother for advice.
As for Chris, he had later confessed he had felt equally confused if not more given the age difference, responding immediately to Duncan’s moods and physical awakening, their connection much stronger than any age division. Yet, Duncan felt it as a barrier and Chris seemed unable to tell him it did not matter at all, so tension increased, making the prince more nervous each passing day spent in endless, pointless quarrels. It was probably that, more than anything else, to make the prince decide to take Chris along when Lady Strepton invited him to spend the rest of the summer at Belleview, believing a change of air could only do them good. Well, he had not taken Carl into account.
As soon as he arrived, Duncan knew it was a mistake. Carl, already in his phase with a servant’s son, could not take his eyes off Chris literally, trying to seduce him at every turn, his goal obvious even to an inexperienced Duncan. Of course, he saw how flattered Chris was by the attention and sometimes looked at the prince as if expected the same treatment from him, but since he did not, having Carl providing it instead was a perfectly acceptable solution. Always vain at heart, now Chris seemed to take pride on the new conquest, parading it around Belleview, making the prince jealous for the first and only time of his life. He hated Carl, but more than that he felt betrayed by his blond angel.
The situation strained relations between them even further until the fateful night Duncan would ever forget. Dinner had been a sorrier affair than usual, Carl blatantly making love to Chris at the table, embarrassing the other guests, of which he could care less as always. Unable to take any more, Prince Caldwell had left the room, expecting Chris to follow, which he did not, furious with himself and his inadequacy to take some sort of decisive action that would keep the angel at his side. So he brooded in front of a blazing fire, alone, unable to fall asleep, torturing himself with pictures of Chris and Carl in various lascivious poses as he stirred the burning logs, trying to find some peace in the flames and ignore the scorching jealousy tearing him apart. And had Chris been present, he would have done something extreme like taking him in his arms and kissing, in spite of the fact his angel did not relish being touched. But he would have run the risk and the consequences be damned. And his only option now was to challenge Carl into returning what was his, had been his from the beginning, so he rose and was about to leave the room when he heard his door open. Turning around, there was Chris leaning at the door, an indefinable look in those blue-gray eyes daring him to take him.
Anger, jealousy, rage all mixed together in a painful jumble that risked to explode right there and then, Duncan took a step forward. He wanted to shout, to slap that arrogant stance, to punch out that challenging look, to grab him and shake him until…the prince was not sure what should happen, but tension inside was unbearable, so with one leap he was at the door. “Had fun?”
“Then why didn’t you stay with him?”
Chris was at a loss and Duncan knew he had been lying. “I wanted to see how you’d take it.” And though it was another lie, his lips curled in a cruel twist.
“You bastard!” Enraged, hurt, confused, Duncan’s hand, as if provided with a will of its own, went to Chris’s throat and the impulse to close on it was almost irresistible. Amazingly, Chris did not twitch or move away as if Duncan’s touch was not fastidious, rather the contrary for his body begged for more, arching to meet Duncan’s powerful frame pinning it to the door. Seeing the reaction, the prince changed his mind about the treatment to apply. Without being aware, the hand grabbed Chris’s head and pushed it closer to Duncan, the prince’s lips finding Chris’s mouth and closing on them. And it was the beginning as his senses filled with Chris’s, completely, totally drowning in the sweetest honey he had ever tasted, his tongue darting hesitantly to sweep what he already considered his, then getting more daring with more forceful sweeps to possess the whole of his belong angel, yielding to him without questions and pressing a hungry body against Duncan’s to show how far his need for surrender went. So the prince took it all—body, heart and soul—in one blissful night, repeated over and over during the long summer ahead, sealing their destinies forever, the kiss opening the bottomless pit of feelings, the vortex of desire and longing.
And if this book is not available yet, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until later this year, you can start with the other three releases by eXtasy Books.
Virtus Saga RELEASES
The Sex Book 1
GENRE: GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ménage, m/m, m/m/f, m/f
HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames
If Sendar stood a chance perhaps it would be thanks to the arbitrary twists and turns of a blind destiny. Or maybe someone would discover the truth about the ancient ways and compromise our peaceful existence forever. Either way, people needed a hero to shed new light on the age-old mysteries. And he was just about to answer their prayers.
The Game, Book 2
GENRE: GLBT, GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ménage, m/m, f/f, m/m/f, m/f, m/m/m, m/f/f
HEAT LEVEL: 5 flames
From now on, I’ll treat you like a slave, a mere thing men and women will use for their pleasure alone. And you are to service whatever player I choose for I want to see how far I can take you, how much you’ll yield to sex for the sake of sex. Because you’re just an object, something they’ll discard as soon as they come, your body useless once they get exactly what they want from it.
The Festival, Book 3
GENRE: GLBT, m/m, m/m/f, f/f, Fantasy, Paranormal, Horror.
HEAT LEVEL: 5 flames
Prisoner of their whims, it was impossible to resist them further. With a shock of pleasure, she realized they were her masters—not just one, but both—to which she surrendered herself, body first, juggled upward and sideways, until she had no choice but to ride their tide, swept along with their passion, swelling uncontrollably as they drove her into bliss, her convulsions sucking them to the balls and squeezing them dry.
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