Welcome Jaime Samms today and her sexy book Muse's Vacation!
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So, today it's my turn on the blog tour, and I thought you all might like a bit of m/m lovin' set in sunny Greece. This is an older title, but I thought a bit of Christmas out of season was nice, since these guys only ever want each other, anyway!
Enjoy some of my Muse's Vacation: One writer, plus one nasty bout of writer's block, makes a sub willing to risk punishment and take things into his own hands to care for his lover's well-being, but has the power shifted too far this time?
Patrick is pretty new to the idea of having a Dom. When Leo gets trapped in that endless cycle of word-lock, and the inspiration just doesn't come for his writer Dom, Patrick decides discretion is better than taking his needs and frustration to Leo and asking for what he wants. Leo is not pleased to find his sub trying to satisfy his own desires, but even giving Pat what he needs doesn't break through the block, and Patrick knows drastic measures are in order. He has to drag Leo half way around the world before the writer realizes it's time to put his muse, and his sub, in their places
Excerpt:
Leo moved the wine glasses and the candles out of his way so he could reach across the table and cup Patrick's face. "You are allowed to ask for what you want. Never doubt that."
"I know. But you seemed so..." Desperate and fragile were not words Patrick generally associated with his lover, but he couldn't think of any other way to put it. He tried to move his face away, but Leo slid his fingers back into his hair, leaned over the table and kissed him.
The wine-flavoured brush of lips against his sent Patrick's pulse up a notch, but Leo dropped back into his chair.
"I hope you do know you can talk to me. I don't want you to ever think your needs have to wait on me." Leo grinned. "Don't worry. You know I don't make a secret of wanting you. You should come to me when you need something." His eyes glittered over his wine glass as he peered past the rim to look at Patrick. "Whatever you need."
Patrick nodded dumbly, suddenly tongue-tied over his thumping pulse and growing desire. Leo watched him with a greedy expression as he sipped his wine. It seemed to take forever for dessert to make it to the table. Patrick's appetite had gone south by then, but Leo only moved his chair around the table to be nearer. Ostensibly so he could share the dessert, but also where he could slide his hand under the table cloth and into Patrick's lap.
"Oh my." He levelled a look as his fingers glided over Patrick's hard on.
Patrick groaned and crossed his legs, dislodging Leo's hand from his crotch. "Stop it!"
"Is that an order?" Leo's voice teased, but his eyes pinned Patrick, riveting him with their bright glare.
"No, sir." He whispered the concession and picked up his fork, uncrossed his legs. Heat slid up into his cheeks as Leo's hand resumed the light caresses. After he'd choked down two or three bites, he put the fork down again. "If I come in my pants, it's going to be an awkward trip back up to our room," he hissed, glared at Leo.
In return, he got a placid smile. "Then don't come, Baby." Leo picked up the fork with his free hand, daintily sliced off a bit of the rich chocolate and ate it, deliberately taking his time to lick the icing off the tines.
Patrick moaned under his breath and closed his eyes. "You are an ass."
"And you are absolutely gorgeous all flushed and wanting to be fucked."
"How do you know—"
"I know you." Leo leaned close and kissed him, uncaring if anyone disapproved of him sliding his tongue into Patrick's mouth.
Patrick moaned, and when Leo pulled away to look at him, he only could meet his eye for a breath of an instant before he bowed his head. "Can we go upstairs? Please?"
"Why?" Leo's husky voice didn't create even the air of innocence around the question.
"Why do you think?" Patrick snuck a glance at his lover and sighed. "I want you."
Leo waited, his fingers still idly working over Patrick's hard cock through his pants.
"I want you to fuck me. Please, sir." If he'd been blushing before, now his cheeks burned. Impossible to think anyone in the restaurant didn't know what was going on, or how desperate he felt, but he didn’t care.
"Not so hard, is it?"
Patrick shook his head. "Can we please go now?"
Leo called for the check and a few minutes later, they were in the elevator headed up, with Patrick pinned firmly against the back wall, staring up into his lover's eyes. "You're a very cruel man."
Leo lifted his brows, pushed his hips against Patrick.
"Sir."
A slow grin spread across Leo's face. "I am, at that."
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You can find more of my work there, as well, and if you'd like some free reads, or to find my other work, available from Freaya's Bower, Total E-Bound Books, Pink Petal Books and Dreamspinner Press, please visit my website: www.jaime-samms.net
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