Thursday, February 9, 2012

13 Lines from Unstoppable Izzorah Ceeow

Izzorah.

In this scene, Izzorah, who's the drummer for rock band Kumwhatmay, is fantasizing. In it, he's in his dressing room, claiming jump lag after the ship lands on Kelthia during their interworld tour. He leans against the door and slides down it to sit on the floor.

1. Alone. Again. Still. What I really want, I’ll never have. No human is ever going to want a submissive Kin lover. The images he’d seen on sex vids, of being taken -- not in cruelty, but with power, with concern -- yet taken, used, and toyed with like a precious, valued pet, made Izzorah groan, aching for such a fantasy to come true, if only for a night…
2. Out of nowhere, a human male gripped both Izzorah’s arms and pulled him to his feet in one move, pinioning him to the wall like a trophy, hands at shoulder level, one massive thigh between Izzorah’s.
3. Snarling, Izzorah released claws and bared fangs, but the man stayed out of reach. It was dark, and none of his features showed. Against this kind of strength and at such an angle, Izzorah had no defense. He forced his claws fully from their sheaths but could not reach skin. Grunting with effort, he growled like a warrior.
4. “I won’t hurt you.” A whiff of mint revealed the human’s amusement at his efforts, but there was no scent of enjoyment. Whoever he was, the man meant him no harm. “Not unless you want it.”
5. With abrupt resignation, Izzorah ceased fighting and rested his head against the wall. He gulped air, sheathing his claws.
6. “Very, very good. Obey, and you have nothing to fear from me.” A hint of bread baked with cinnamon wafted into the air.
7. Contentment? Why? ’Cause I stopped resisting? I obeyed? Naked, helpless in the man’s hands, Izzorah shivered despite the heat roaring through his body. He heard himself panting, felt the stretch of his cock thickening, balls heavy. He lowered his ears in submission, his gaze down in respect. One did not meet a warrior’s gaze without permission, and what was this man if not a warrior on his world?
8. “Hands above your head.” The deep timbre of the man’s voice sounded the way velvet felt on the fingertips.
9. The man gripped his wrists while Izzorah slid his hands upward. It opened his chest, spread him flat against the wall, and arched him toward the human. Like most Kin, Izzorah’s furskin was golden-hued, and the thick, almost-manelike swath of the pelt on his chest matched. His chest rose and fell, a cross between fear and desire making him pant.
10. The man held both Izzorah’s wrists with one hand and hovered the other over his chest. At last, he petted Izzorah’s thick pelt. “Kitten soft.” The man’s scent deepened to paper so hot it smoldered; his lust bordered on pain. “Seeyoo, te ahsgah tsoh. Teehh ke tu kahta vahss.”
11. Hearing his own language spoken, Izzorah jerked up his head. Good, my male beauty, the man had said, using a formal term no rapist would use, and then, give me your eyes here. Does he mean “look at me”? Izzorah did as told, but darkness hid the man’s eyes completely, as if they were solid black against black skin.
12. The man linked their fingers and leaned into Izzorah’s body. Black gloves covered the hands holding him captive. The fabric of the man’s coat and pants felt smooth yet rough at the same time. Big, big man. Tall as a Kin and muscled enough to prove he had the strength of one. “Show me your fangs.” Flashing fangs at a Kin was an insult; humans didn’t know any better. Izzorah bared them, licked the sharp points, which usually scared bullies off. Not this man. “Seeyoo, good. You have perfect fangs. You could bite and make me feel it.”
13. Izzorah opened his mouth wider and hissed a warning, but the man’s scent of lust deepened, and he merely flexed his fingers.
- - -
From Surrender Love
Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.

In the beds of countless lovers, the immortal Luc Saint-Cyr has been mastered as well as master, commanded as well as commander. When his mortal lover leaves him, the distraught Luc withdraws and devotes himself to work. His entertainment company throws a ceremony for their most successful rock group, and Luc meets drummer Izzorah "Rah" Ceeow, one of the feline Kin race. Rah's dark hair and velvety, golden furskin captivate Luc. Pert cat's ears and a quick smile lighten his mood, and one look into Rah's emerald eyes, deep and tranquil as a forest pool, and troubles cease.
He suspects the mid-twenties male is a virgin, and Luc, fascinated by Rah's quiet serenity and lack of guile, longs for a deeper, closer relationship. Savoring Rah's surrender will be as delicious as taking him. Luc will force nothing. Rah will give himself to Luc when he is ready to surrender his innocence, to capitulate every part of himself to Luc's command. Rah will open himself and let himself be taken. Luc's anticipation and desire are palpable; as real as his hunger for faithful, unconditional love. But to gain Rah, how much of himself is Luc willing to surrender?


Heat Level:  R=graphic sex, plus extreme cuddling, tenderness, and the seduction of a virgin who knows exactly what -- and who -- he wants.

This book is the 2010 EPIC Award Winner in Science Fiction Erotic Romance
Love Romances & More, Best SciFi/Futuristic 2009 Runner Up; Winner "Best Cover"
Romance Junkies Reviewers' Favorite List 2009

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