Author: Dianne Hartsock
Publisher: Etopia Press
Length: 23,000 words
Sub-Genres: Erotic,
Sci-Fi/Fantasy, M/M
BLURB:
From the moment Taden rescues Nathaniel from the
Sutherlin soldiers’ torture, he finds himself caught in the gaze of the most
beautiful eyes he’s ever seen; amazing eyes that hold him thrilled and
confused. The Sutherlins are planning to invade the beautiful Tahon Valley, but
as Taden secrets Nathaniel from their reach, he finds himself drawn to the
young man. Not only does he feel the urge to protect him, but he feels an ache
he hasn’t felt in many long years.
Nathaniel claims to be a traveler from a distant
continent, saying he comes in peace. True or not, the youth has powers beyond
anything Taden has seen—control over men and animals and the very weather.
Taden falls hard for the strange traveler, protecting him not only from the
Sutherlins but from his own mistrustful people, who don’t understand
Nathaniel’s powers and accuse him of being a witch…
EXCERPT
#1:
Taden edged closer to the men in the clearing, careful
not to snag his cloak on the fragrant scrub brush concealing him. The two
Sutherlin soldiers had stripped their captive of his shirt, and his chest
glistened with sweat in the firelight. His head hung heavily, arms stretched
between two trees. A mop of golden curls hid his face. Taden’s knuckles
whitened on the hunting knife in his hand as a soldier struck the prisoner in
the face, making him cry out. Taden could see the dark bruising on his torso.
This wasn’t the first time he had been beaten.
The second man slammed a balled fist into the
prisoner’s abdomen and laughed at his grunt of pain. It was too much. Maybe he
was being a fool for interfering, but he couldn’t stand by and watch the
needless cruelty. He eased from hiding and silently closed the distance between
him and the soldiers.
The closest man was raising his fist again when Taden
reached him. He threw an arm around the soldier’s neck and jerked, exposing the
vulnerable throat. The smell of sweat and fear filled his nostrils as he drew
his blade in a quick motion across the knotty windpipe. Hot blood spilled over
the back of his hand. The soldier wheezed and slumped heavily in his arms.
Taden threw the dead man from himself and started for
the other, but his prey had no stomach for a fight and ran into the trees.
Taden sprinted after him. He couldn’t allow the man to reach his companions. He
caught the soldier within heartbeats with his longer stride and plunged the
knife into the man’s back with both hands. Thrown off balance, they both went
down hard on the forest floor. Taden scrambled to his knees and straddled the
screaming soldier. He jerked the knife free and thrust it again into the blood
soaked uniform. The keen blade severed bone and muscle, seeking the heart.
The soldier’s life pumped out around the knife handle
and Taden swore bitterly, witness to the terror on the face pressed into the
dirt. A boy playing at being a man. “Damn them,” he fumed. The
Sutherlins had no scruples about whom they sent out to fight.
He tucked a blond curl of hair behind the boy’s ear as
he muttered his soldier’s prayer, stirred to sadness for the one in the young
man’s life who would never have the pleasure of that small intimacy again.
Taden climbed to his feet, bone weary and heartsick, and tugged the hunting
knife from the soldier’s back. A twig snapped as he wiped it clean in the dirt,
making his heart pound, but it was only the scurry of a small animal in the
brush. He took a last look at the dead soldier then made his way back through
the moonlit forest towards the flickering fire and the young man bound to the
trees.
The prisoner had his feet planted apart, knees locked
to keep from sagging against the bindings, but blood slicked his wrists and ran
down his forearms from where the ropes bit into the skin. His head was lowered,
and Taden wondered if his strength had given out.
“Hello? Don’t be afraid,” he said carefully. “I come
without enmity.”
The prisoner lifted his head, and Taden was caught in
the gaze of the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, clear green with a
starburst of gold at the pupils; amazing eyes that held him confused and
thrilling. The look brushed against the lonely spot in his heart he kept deeply
buried. Then the man blinked, and Taden felt released, as if he’d been
spellbound. His heart lurched at the exhaustion in the oval face.
The captive dropped his head as he lost consciousness,
and Taden slung an arm around his waist, supporting the dead weight. He groped
for the hunting knife at his belt and cut the ropes, finding the prisoner a
lesser burden than he’d feared as he carried him through the trees to the horse
hidden in a nearby glen.
The stallion snorted at the scent of blood as he
approached. Taden spoke softly to him, murmuring endearments and promises of
apples as he draped the loose body over the saddle. He stroked the muscular
neck and warm chest of his horse, talking quietly as he untied the reins from a
low branch. The man roused at that moment, and Taden heard a moan, quickly stifled.
“Let me help you,” he said in the same gentle tones
he’d used with the horse. The newcomer struggled awkwardly to a sitting
position, holding tightly to Taden’s arm for balance. He panted against the
horse’s neck, then looked down at Taden, his face shockingly white against the
dark hide of the stallion.
Taden waited expectantly, but the prisoner’s heavy
lids fluttered and Taden swung deftly up behind him, pulling the young man
against his chest before he could fall. The man was shivering, and Taden pulled
his cloak from his back and dropped it over the prisoner’s hunched shoulders.
He nudged the horse into the forest, listening for the sound of pursuit, and
frowned, grim at the thought. The men working his fields had claimed they’d
spotted Sutherlins slipping into the forest. He now carried the proof of that
with him.
EXCERPT
#2 (HOT):
Taden’s scalp
prickled, a shiver running through him. He twirled, hand on his belt knife, and
found Nathaniel standing inches from him. They were almost touching, and Taden
watched, fascinated, as Nathaniel’s green eyes darkened under his stare. The
heat from Nathaniel’s body wrapped around him, caressing him in that intimate
moment.
“Miranda’s finally
asleep,” Nathaniel told him shakily.
“That’s good. She
appeared exhausted.” Taden didn’t ask who she was. At that moment, he didn’t
care. He touched Nathaniel’s gold-flecked curls, as silken as he’d imagined
them to be. Enthralled by the dimple at the corner of Nathaniel’s luscious
mouth, he impulsively cupped his cheek, stroking the alluring hollow with a
gentle finger. His pulses hammered at the contrast of pale skin and his own
sun-darkened hand, picturing the exotic tangle of their bodies.
He slid an arm
around Nathaniel’s waist as desire seared him. “Come with me,” he said huskily,
aching to love Nathaniel as gently and tenderly as he could and drive the
anxiety from his lovely eyes. Nathaniel lifted his shoulders but didn’t resist
as Taden urged him into the trees.
Nathaniel remained
silent as Taden spread the blankets on a fragrant carpet of pine needles. Taden
gave him a close look. With a pang he realized that the young man stood
passively, waiting for whatever Taden chose to do with him. As much as he
hungered for him, Taden didn’t want Nathaniel like that, unresponsive. He
reached for Nathaniel’s hand and pulled him down beside him on the blankets.
“I would never hurt you,” he said as he leaned
into Nathaniel’s body and slid his tongue over his full lips. He played with
the laces of Nathaniel’s tunic, loosening them further. Fire licked through him
as Nathaniel’s chest rose on a quick breath. Taden slipped two fingers inside
the soft fabric to stroke the lean muscles of Nathaniel’s chest.
He nudged
Nathaniel’s lips wider and groaned as the young man’s tongue darted into his
own mouth, jolting him with lust. He caught the tongue with his lips, sucking,
wanting to swallow Nathaniel whole.
Taden lingered over
his kisses, slowly undoing the rest of the ties on Nathaniel’s tunic. He
shifted on the blankets and thrilled at Nathaniel’s sigh as he bared his chest.
Taden slid his tongue along Nathaniel’s chin with a fond murmur, savoring the
saltiness of skin and the prickle of unshaven hair. He kissed the slim column
of his throat and paused to suck gently on a vein pulsing in the heated skin.
He glanced lower and
suddenly leaned on an elbow, his eyes ravaging the intoxicating sight of small
nipples sitting like jewels on white skin. A single mole, innocent, utterly
provocative, lay within kissing distance and drew his lips. Taden teased it
with his tongue, smiling slyly when Nathaniel made a startled sound and gripped
his shoulders.
Taden circled each
hardening bud with his tongue, tenderly kissing the fading bruises. He slid a
hand across Nathaniel’s abdomen and felt his muscles tighten. He slid a finger
along the edge of Nathaniel’s pants, then moved his hand upward to brush his
thumb over a sensitive nipple. Heat slammed through him as Nathaniel arched his
back with a guttural cry. Unable to resist the temptation, Taden dropped his
lips to the free bud, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling and nursing on it
until Nathaniel was panting, a pleading note in the sound.
The tone changed
suddenly to panic, and Taden jerked his head up in surprise, clashing with eyes
wide with fear and arousal. He watched a trickle of sweat follow the curve of
Nathaniel’s cheek. Surely the Nathaniel wasn’t afraid of him?
“I won’t hurt you,”
Taden assured him again. Unexpectedly, Nathaniel gave him a tentative smile and
touched Taden’s hair. The shy, heated glance undid him, and he had to fight the
urge to strip Nathaniel then and there and thrust his arousal deep into the
enticing body.
Taden dropped his
head on Nathaniel’s chest. “Give me a moment,” he whispered hoarsely,
concentrating on control. He wanted their joining to be perfect. It was hard
when Nathaniel continued to thread his hands through his hair. With a growl,
Taden straddled him, pinning the wandering hands over his head. “Careful, or I
can’t promise to be gentle.”
Nathaniel’s eyes
were hooded, and Taden watched, enchanted, as the tip of his pink tongue slid
across pale lips. “Do anything you like,” Nathaniel invited.
BUY LINKS:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Nathaniel-ebook/dp/B007FTX0EC/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1330637479&sr=1-6
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ABOUT THE
AUTHOR:
Dianne lives in the beautiful Willamette
Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the
endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.
She says Oregon’s
raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write her tales. There’s
something about being cooped up in the house while it pours rain outside and a
fire crackles on the hearth inside that kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as
a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which she says is the perfect
job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors
and textures of flowers and foliage.
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock
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This sounds like one that I would enjoy reading.
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Thanks for stopping by, Sophia!
DeleteDAG! Those were some great excerpts, Dianne. I look forward in reading Nathaniel; it's on my must have list.
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