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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

The Doctor's Daughters #erotic #adventure #adultfiction #MF


The Doctor's Daughters
By Chris Kalyta

BCB:

In this sequel to The Doctor's Daughter (also set during the War of 1812), Lawrence and Abigail have just found each other when her father forbids the two from having any further interactions.  As winter approaches and the English and American armies settle in, the two must find a way to change the mind of Doctor Aimes and also unmask a spy before any more innocents are slain.  An erotic adventure and romance for readers 18+.

Excerpt:

“You have been a foolish girl,” chided Abigail, as the two sisters slipped quietly into the kitchen.  The elder sister refused to look Barbara in the eye.  The room was very orderly and freshly cleaned, which was no surprise to the younger Aimes sister.  Abigail, she thought, never had so much as one light brown hair out of place, even at the worst of times.
“I have?”  Barbara’s mouth dropped open in surprise at her elder sibling’s admonishment.  She removed her travelling cloak and set it over a chair, then pushed a wayward strand of blonde hair back under her bonnet.  With a roll of her eyes, Abigail picked up the discarded cloak.  “No,” stated Barbara, “’tis my cloak so let me dispose of it.”
Abigail watched in wonder as her younger sister actually performed a household chore without the need for repeated chiding beforehand.  While tucking a cloak away in the wardrobe was a simple task, Barbara had sat idle for years while the elder Aimes sister had done all the family’s cleaning and cooking.
“What cause have you to chide me for being a foolish girl...” Barbara’s voice dropped off as she realized what she was saying.  “I mean, sister, what recent act have I done that makes you think I am foolish.”
“You seduced him!” hissed the elder sister.  She tugged at her own light brown hair and still would not look Barbara in the eye.
“I admitted this much to you before I departed to collect Father.  Lawrence would make any woman an ideal husband, so you have no reason to label me a fool simply because I used what tools I have to lure him.  And, as you well know, I had thought he had feelings for me and I,” she raised her chin, “...I did as I saw fit to establish a happy future for myself.”  Then she nodded at her sister, for emphasis.
“A courtship does not begin with premarital intimacy!”
Barbara’s eyes flashed.  “If you have not taken advantage of my absence these last two days, sister, then I will call you a fool to your face.  As I informed you: I was leaving the two of you in seclusion so you would become better acquainted.”
“Better acquainted?” Abigail stuttered, then grabbed a pot from the stove and headed outside through the rear door of the house.  Barbara followed her, then worked the pump for her sister — again to Abigail’s surprise.
“You have availed yourself of the opportunity, have you not Abigail?  Lawrence’s heart was always yours, even when he and I briefly thought it belonged to me.”  Abigail did not respond to the question.  “Oh!  You call me fool, yet I have charted my course and set my sails whilst you busied yourself baking cookies and worrying over the larder!  Why could you not cast yourself on the wild seas and live?  Must you always be so proper?  So obedient?”
“Your maps are faulty and lead you to an end you shall not like!” countered Abigail.
“At least I live!  Sister, why could you not have taken him in your arms and enjoyed what time you were given?  Don’t you know that we have but a fleeting time on this mortal world?  We have heard so often enough in that boring old church!  Lawrence lives and breathes, and he was here, alone with you in our home all night, yet you cowered on your bed with your sheets pulled over your head!”
“I did not cower in my bed...” Abigail whispered.
“Then you did...!”  Barbara released the pump handle, tightened her hands into fists and spun on the spot.  “Oh, you finally cast aside fear and doubt, and took a plunge!”
The elder Aimes sister remembered her fear, her uncertainty, and then her heathen pleasure at the intimacies she had shared with Lawrence during the night. Momentarily, she was lost in the recollection of his firm hands guiding and caressing her, his lips brushing against her shoulder, her neck, and her back.  The act had been like nothing she had ever imagined, and lying in his arms afterward had surely felt like Heaven itself.  “We should not talk of this!”
“Oh, but we must!”  Barbara reached out and took her sister’s hands in hers.  “Everyone is so fussy about such things.  You must tell me everything!  And then we’ll compare...”
 “...AND I SHALL NOT COUNTENANCE YOUR ADMISSION TO THIS HOUSE AGAIN!” shouted Doctor Aimes from inside the house, interrupting their conversation.
The two sisters stared at each other in shock, and then hurried back into their home.  The front door slammed shut, and they rushed through the house to find their enraged father struggling to light his pipe by the fireplace, his hands shaking.
“Father!  What has become of Lawrence?” demanded Abigail.
“Captain Orr,” Barbara reminded her sister as discretely as she could.
“That man shall not have entry into this house again, nor shall you speak with him!  I forbid it!”
“Father...!” begged Abigail.
Doctor Aimes growled in fury.  Then, his eyes softened as he looked into Abigail’s face.  “Captain Orr dared to ask me for your hand, Abigail.  If I had only been here to protect you against such men!”  He began pacing.
“What slight has he offered?” asked Abigail, quietly.  Barbara knew her sister was submitting to her father’s will and she felt a cold chill.
“That penniless officer could offer you no real future, Abigail.”  The doctor turned to Barbara and pointed his pipe at her.  “Mark my words both of you!  A Captain’s salary may seem like a gold mine while you wear a maiden’s bonnet, but it’s a pittance once the war has ended.  And if he were to be slain in battle, you would have next to nothing Abigail.”
“Father,” began Abigail, “Captain Orr has more to offer than...”
“My mind is made up, Abigail!”

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Thursday, September 14, 2017

New Release! Embrace the Reaper #mmromance #killers #series #gayromlit

NEW RELEASE! EMBRACE THE REAPER - BOOK 5 IN THE REAPER SERIES!

Embrace the Reaper


‘After duplicity comes vengeance. And vengeance is death.’

BCB:

Once captured inside the Golden Valley Amusement Park, Zeus and Brody are taken to the End Life facility, where both undergo a battery of tests. Zeus is repeatedly assaulted, tortured, and demoralized, forced to experience what Brody had to endure during his time in Doctor Gunter’s care; gradually his perspective changes. Killing just might be the answer. Killing might set him free.

Excerpt:

“What a brave soul. Earnest will rip him to shreds.” Günter stood in the middle of the blood, a dealer of antiquities admiring his collection of priceless objects. “See, I told you. You have no qualms when it comes to facing any threat.” He pointed an accusatory finger at Brody. “That whore owns you.”
Brody slowly lifted his gaze.
“Don’t bother denying it. What happened to that fire inside of you? It used to burn so brightly. It’s as if you’re a different person. Distant.” Günter sighed, slapping his palms on the tabletop. “Keep ignoring me, and I’ll castrate him, so he’ll never experience another orgasm again.”
“What would you have me say?” Brody asked evenly, clenching his jaw.
“I want you to obey only me!”
He turned to the older man. “Release him, and I promise to stay.”
“What do you take me for? I know you’d do anything for him. It’s apparent by your actions that you feel for him.”
“I’m incapable.”
“No. You’re not.” Günter shook his head. “I never thought you’d betray me,” he said bitterly. “But that whore has awakened something in you…something I never could.”
“Please, David, release me.”
“Earnest is frothing at the mouth. All you did was antagonize him. You should’ve killed him when you had the opportunity.”
“Zeus comes first. I had to protect him.”
“God, it’s sickening how you go on and on about him. You’re obsessed.”
Brody watched Günter pace the room with hands loosely clasped at his lower back, and his own thoughts were tugged away by the darkness. He’d told Zeus once: Needs must when the devil drives. He knew the only way to get out of the room was to verbally prostrate himself. So he set aside the one sentiment that fueled his wrath. Brusquely, he approached the older man, grasped either side of his face, and searched his pale irises, easing into a kiss. “I promise I will make you my bitch. However, I must kill them first. A clean slate. It’s the only way.”
Günter stared at his mouth, acknowledging the affection with a grunt.
Brody reached behind the man’s back, confiscating the gun. “Tell me to do it,” he goaded quietly against his lips. “Tell me to fuck them up.”
“God, do you know how hard I am right now?”
It was simple to detect Günter’s excitement. All he had to do was get close enough, allow his senses to absorb the data, then his computer like brain would analyze it: raspy, agitated breathing, dilated pupils, skin radiating pheromone infused heat, and a rosy complexion. The doctor was a sexually frustrated mess. If it were Zeus panting and all feverish, Brody would have fucked him right there on the table. But the older man did nothing to rouse his libido.
“I know.” He breathed hot on the doctor’s Adam’s apple, and Günter swallowed. Then he took the torment a bit further. He spread the doctor’s thighs with his knee, nudging his swollen crotch, and the man landed on the edge of the table, sliding the piece of furniture with his weight.
“Don’t tease,” Günter groaned, eyelids fluttering.
“Say it.”
“F-Fuck them up,” Günter urged with the eagerness of a child.
Sliding the bullet chamber, Brody let him go and grinned. “Everyone will die.”
“So long as it’s you, my sweet, I don’t care.”



TAGS: Gayromlit, Gay, LGBTQ, Dark, Dark Romance, Love, Sex, Adult, Fiction, Short Story, The Reaper Series, Killers, Murder, Thriller, Reaper, The Reaper Series Book 5, Orphan, Prostitute, Pharmaceutical Company, End Life, List, Guns, Knives, Romance, MMRomance, MustRead, New Release, Men, Sexual, Sensual, Torture, Killing, Assassins, Serial Killers, Brody, Zeus
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Monday, September 4, 2017

New Release! Embrace the Reaper - Book 5 The Reaper Series! #promotion #MustRead #gayromlit #series

NEW RELEASE COMING SEPTEMBER 6-2017! EMBRACE THE REAPER - BOOK 5 IN THE REAPER SERIES!

Embrace the Reaper


‘After duplicity comes vengeance. And vengeance is death.’

BCB:

Once captured inside the Golden Valley Amusement Park, Zeus and Brody are taken to the End Life facility, where both undergo a battery of tests. Zeus is repeatedly assaulted, tortured, and demoralized, forced to experience what Brody had to endure during his time in Doctor Gunter’s care; gradually his perspective changes. Killing just might be the answer. Killing might set him free.

Excerpt:

“What a brave soul. Earnest will rip him to shreds.” Günter stood in the middle of the blood, a dealer of antiquities admiring his collection of priceless objects. “See, I told you. You have no qualms when it comes to facing any threat.” He pointed an accusatory finger at Brody. “That whore owns you.”
Brody slowly lifted his gaze.
“Don’t bother denying it. What happened to that fire inside of you? It used to burn so brightly. It’s as if you’re a different person. Distant.” Günter sighed, slapping his palms on the tabletop. “Keep ignoring me, and I’ll castrate him, so he’ll never experience another orgasm again.”
“What would you have me say?” Brody asked evenly, clenching his jaw.
“I want you to obey only me!”
He turned to the older man. “Release him, and I promise to stay.”
“What do you take me for? I know you’d do anything for him. It’s apparent by your actions that you feel for him.”
“I’m incapable.”
“No. You’re not.” Günter shook his head. “I never thought you’d betray me,” he said bitterly. “But that whore has awakened something in you…something I never could.”
“Please, David, release me.”
“Earnest is frothing at the mouth. All you did was antagonize him. You should’ve killed him when you had the opportunity.”
“Zeus comes first. I had to protect him.”
“God, it’s sickening how you go on and on about him. You’re obsessed.”
Brody watched Günter pace the room with hands loosely clasped at his lower back, and his own thoughts were tugged away by the darkness. He’d told Zeus once: Needs must when the devil drives. He knew the only way to get out of the room was to verbally prostrate himself. So he set aside the one sentiment that fueled his wrath. Brusquely, he approached the older man, grasped either side of his face, and searched his pale irises, easing into a kiss. “I promise I will make you my bitch. However, I must kill them first. A clean slate. It’s the only way.”
Günter stared at his mouth, acknowledging the affection with a grunt.
Brody reached behind the man’s back, confiscating the gun. “Tell me to do it,” he goaded quietly against his lips. “Tell me to fuck them up.”
“God, do you know how hard I am right now?”
It was simple to detect Günter’s excitement. All he had to do was get close enough, allow his senses to absorb the data, then his computer like brain would analyze it: raspy, agitated breathing, dilated pupils, skin radiating pheromone infused heat, and a rosy complexion. The doctor was a sexually frustrated mess. If it were Zeus panting and all feverish, Brody would have fucked him right there on the table. But the older man did nothing to rouse his libido.
“I know.” He breathed hot on the doctor’s Adam’s apple, and Günter swallowed. Then he took the torment a bit further. He spread the doctor’s thighs with his knee, nudging his swollen crotch, and the man landed on the edge of the table, sliding the piece of furniture with his weight.
“Don’t tease,” Günter groaned, eyelids fluttering.
“Say it.”
“F-Fuck them up,” Günter urged with the eagerness of a child.
Sliding the bullet chamber, Brody let him go and grinned. “Everyone will die.”
“So long as it’s you, my sweet, I don’t care.”



TAGS: Gayromlit, Gay, LGBTQ, Dark, Dark Romance, Love, Sex, Adult, Fiction, Short Story, The Reaper Series, Killers, Murder, Thriller, Reaper, The Reaper Series Book 5, Orphan, Prostitute, Pharmaceutical Company, End Life, List, Guns, Knives, Romance, MMRomance, MustRead, New Release, Men, Sexual, Sensual, Torture, Killing, Assassins, Serial Killers, Brody, Zeus
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