It's almost time! Tomorrow is the day that Total-E-Bound releases my M/M scifi erotic romance Quarantine! So of course I have a snog from the book for you today. In fact, I'll have sexy M/M snogs every week during July, as part of my Man-fest blog celebration.
Every comment left on my blog between now and July 28th counts as an entry toward my grand prize of a $50 bookstore gift certificate. Furthermore, I'm running a blog tour on other authors' sites, giving away an ebook prize at every single one! (Those entries count toward the grand prize, too!)
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The snog below comes from early in Quarantine. Rafe and Dylan have managed to escape from Camp Malheur, but Dylan nearly succumbed to the fumes from the moat of toxic waste surrounding the camp. Rafe has found a temporary sanctuary in an abandoned gas station and tended to Dylan's needs - medical and otherwise.
The calm afterward felt strange. Dylan wasn’t used to this kind of peace. Rafe sprawled on top of Dylan’s body, his nappy head on Dylan’s shoulder. The weight felt comfortable, satisfying, completely right. Their legs tangled together and that felt right, too. So did the stickiness joining their abdomens.
Dylan raised a hand to his face. The blisters had started to scab over. The pain had faded. His throat was still a bit raw, but far less than before.
All the tension had evaporated. He knew, intellectually, that they were on the run, that they needed to keep moving, that they’d have to deal soon with the issues of food, clothing, and transport. Somehow none of it mattered. As long as he was here with Rafe, everything was fine.
His dark lover stirred in his arms. Rafe raised his head and searched Dylan’s face.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Much better. Can’t you tell?”
The burly ex-guard grinned. “Yeah, well you look pretty good. Well-fucked.”
“I am. Thanks to you.”
Rafe leaned forward as though to kiss him, then stopped himself. “Your lips still look chapped.”
Dylan pulled him closer. “Never mind that.” The kiss hurt, but not as much as forgoing it would have.
Rafe nuzzled his ear, sending bolts of pleasure straight to Dylan’s groin.
“I love you,” he whispered, so soft that Dylan could barely hear. “I must be crazy, but I can’t fucking help it.”
Dylan stroked Rafe’s cheek and gazed into his chocolate eyes. “I love you too.” For the first time, he meant it.
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