By Lisabet Sarai
Greetings, readers! I’m here today at Silken Sheets and Seductions to talk about my new M/M erotic romance, Quarantine. As it happens, seduction plays a key role in the plot, as a desperate prisoner decides to use sex as a weapon to facilitate his escape.
Dylan Moore will do anything for freedom. When a gay plague spread to heterosexuals, killing millions and sparking brutal anti-gay riots, the Guardians had rounded up men who tested positive for the homogene and imprisoned them in remote quarantine centres. In the seven years since the riots, Dylan has hacked the camp’s security systems and hoarded spare bits of electronics, but he has concluded the human guards are the only weakness in the facility’s defences.
Camp guard Rafe Cowell is straight. He figures the lust he feels watching prisoner 3218 masturbate on the surveillance cameras must be due to his loneliness and isolation. When he finally meets the young queer, he discovers that Dylan is brilliant, brave, sexy as hell – and claims to be in love with Rafe. Despite his qualms, Rafe finds he can’t resist the other man’s charm. By the time Dylan asks for his help in escaping, Rafe cares too much for Dylan to refuse.
Rafe doesn’t have much loyalty to the Guardians. His assignment to the desolate Camp Malheur is practically an incarceration, in lieu of a jail term for murder. However, in order to win Rafe’s heart and gain his help, Dylan has to break through the barriers of Rafe’s fear and prejudice. Rafe honestly believes that gays caused the Plague and deserve quarantine. And he’s terrified at any suggestion that he himself might be homosexual – despite his attraction to Dylan.
Yet Dylan succeeds in overcoming Rafe’s resistance. I’ve tried to suggest that this is due, at least in part, to their natural affinity. Dylan knows intuitively how to get through to the skittish guard. And Rafe feels sympathy and respect for the prisoner, despite his societally-fostered hatred of “queers”.
Later in the book, as both become fugitives, their emotional bond deepens. But ultimately Rafe must decide whether he can trust the love of a man who deliberately seduced him in order to escape from quarantine.
Here’s an excerpt that shows Dylan’s skill as a seducer.
Excerpt (Rated X)
“You look like you’re feeling hot, Rafe. Why don’t you take off the monkey suit? You know I’m not contagious.” Dylan kept his voice low and even, as though he were trying to reassure a frightened animal. “Make yourself more comfortable. Don’t worry, nobody knows we’re here together. I blinded the spy eyes. And there’s no electricity anyway.” He stepped forward again. This time Rafe held his ground.
“Keep away from me, faggot!” Despite Rafe’s glare, this sounded more like a plea than a command.
Dylan set the candle down on the rail separating the generators from the aisle. He closed the few feet of distance between them.
“Let me help you,” Dylan murmured, pulling the zip on the suit down to Rafe’s waist.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” Rafe yelled. But he didn’t move as Dylan opened the suit all the way down to his crotch. Dylan resisted the temptation to reach inside and stroke the erection he knew he’d find there. Instead, he pushed the garment off Rafe’s shoulders. The slithery fabric crumpled around Rafe’s knees.
“Relax,” said Dylan. “Sit down.” He seated himself on the bench, the polished wood cool against his bare buttocks. Like an automaton, Rafe did the same. The black man kicked off the biohazard gear. For a moment they simply stared at each other.
Dylan felt his nipples tighten and his cock lift under the guard’s scrutiny. It really was lucky the guy was so attractive. It made everything easier.
He could read the emotions shuttling across Rafe’s face. Hell, the guy was an open book. The anger was mostly gone. Now fear, guilt and lust battled it out on those noble features. Dylan sat quietly, holding Rafe’s eyes, his cock growing harder with every passing second. Rafe’s nostrils flared. He breathed through his mouth, panting as though he was running a marathon. His gaze flicked down to the rod of flesh rearing up from Dylan’s groin.
“What do you want?” he asked finally, his voice almost a whisper.
“You know what I want. You.”
He leaned forward, brushing his lips across Rafe’s. The other man started. Dylan seized the guard’s shoulders and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Rafe did not resist. In fact, he opened his mouth to allow Dylan’s questing tongue inside.
Exultation flared in Dylan’s heart. Still devouring the guard’s mouth, he slid his hands down Rafe’s massive biceps and then over his solid chest, pulling at the Velcro that kept the shirt closed. The guard’s skin was smooth, warm, and moist with sweat. Dylan’s fingers skimmed over the patch of tight frizz between Rafe’s breasts, then fastened on one fat nipple. Rafe gasped, grabbed Dylan’s head, and deepened the kiss.
This was almost too easy. Dylan cupped the huge bulk of Rafe’s erection, trapped inside the tight trousers. “I want to see you naked,” he said, close to Rafe’s ear. “Please, baby…”
Rafe abruptly broke the embrace. Damn. Had he moved too fast for the homophobic guard? Rafe turned his broad back to Dylan and shucked off his shirt. Dylan licked his lips at the sight of the muscles shifting in that sleek, chocolate brown expanse. Rafe kicked off his boots then yanked his pants down to his ankles. Finally he peeled off the gloves and tossed them onto the concrete floor.
When he faced Dylan again, his eyes were glowing coals. His cock rose like a pillar of basalt between his powerful thighs. His abdomen rippled as he sucked in breath. He was magnificent, like some ancient god. Dylan wanted to worship him.
Sinking to his knees in front of the naked guard, Dylan kissed the glistening bulb of that formidable cock, tasting soap and sweat. He was about to swallow as much of that engorged length as he could manage when a heavy hand gripped his skull. “No,” Rafe commanded. “On the bench. On your hands and knees.”
I want to thank my hosts for letting me play on their silken sheets! This post today is the final stop on my Quarantine blog tour. I’ve been giving away an ebook to one commenter at each stop on the tour. So leave a comment – and don’t forget to include your email address so I can contact you!
I’ll also be choosing one commenter from the entire tour to win the grand prize – a $50 All Romance Ebooks gift certificate. Meanwhile, all comments at my own blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com) during the tour will also go into the drawing for the gift certificate. I’ll draw the winner on July 28th. So you still have time to go back and visit the earlier stops!
You’ll find the schedule for the tour in my July newsletter: http://www.lisabetsarai.com/news.html
You can check out the sensational Quarantine trailer here. And if you’re interested in getting your own copy of Quarantine, just go to Total-E-Bound (http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1725)!
Bio: More than a decade ago LISABET SARAI experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published four single author short story collections and seven erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS.
Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai’s Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).