TEARS OF GOLD
Dana Erickson
Rated: The Dungeon
Length: Novel
Price: $5.99
ISBN: 1-60180-021-5
Merrick chose to become a soldier to protect his friend, a young man named Ambrose. He returns to his home, only to find Ambrose is missing. His rescue mission lands him back in the arms of a man from his past.
Is love really lost forever? Or can time and maturity change everything? Merrick Underson has the chance to tempt fate once again. But will he make the right choice this time?
Excerpt:
"Look at me," he ordered.
Ambrose lifted his head, his eyes glazed with pain. Andrus smiled and traced one finger along Ambrose’s lips, then down along his jawline. He bent close, his voice soft.
"You surprised me at our first meeting. I thought it only fair that I now surprise you. Were you surprised?"
Ambrose frowned, obviously not sure how to answer. Andrus smiled and walked around him. Already the marks across his back were an angry swollen red, with blood seeping through torn skin. I must be careful, Andrus thought. No scars must mar this beautiful man before me. At least, not yet.
He flicked his hand at the man who had wielded the rod, dismissing him, then drew his chair closer to Ambrose, so that one knee touched each of Ambrose’s shoulders. It brought Andrus’ concealed erection very close to the young man’s face, close enough he could feel warm breath through his silken robes. He swallowed hard to keep his voice steady when he spoke, although a tremble ran through him, sending chills up his spine.
"Our first meeting went better than expected. You are quite gifted with your hands. How is that? What other lovers have you caressed?"
A flush spread over Ambrose’s face. "I...none, M’Lord. I..." he licked his lips, averting his gaze, and dropping his head, then drawing back to allow space between him and Andrus.
"Look at me!" Andrus roared, then when Ambrose did, he backhanded the young man soundly across the face. "Never look away unless I tell you to. Is that clear?"
Ambrose spat blood from his mouth and answered, "Yes, M’Lord. Apologies."
Andrus calmed himself, but his penis leapt and jumped painfully beneath his robes. This was delicious, having this man enslaved, forced to do his bidding. Oh, he had other slaves in the past, but no one that brought his lust to such a roaring fire by only a glance. This one was special. This one would provide many months of pleasure before he was ready for the river. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through Andrus, and he repeated his question with some difficulty.
"How did you learn to use your hands so?"
"I am self-taught, M’Lord," Ambrose said, his embarrassment evident.
At that, Andrus laughed. "So, you find yourself a good companion then? It must be lonely with only your hands for company. Well, perhaps I can fill that loneliness." He slowly drew back his robes to reveal his erection. Although Ambrose’s gaze never left his, he saw the young man flinch. Andrus smiled.
"You were quite gifted with your hands," he said. "How gifted are you with your mouth?" He reached out, grabbed handfuls of golden curls and pushed Ambrose’s face down. "Pleasure me," he whispered.
Three men caught in a triangle of emotion and pain. Who will survive?
This book contains some scenes of a violent and graphic nature that may offend some readers. You have been warned.
