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In my current promo, I’ve lifted a line from the novel Unbroken, one that sums up Grier’s pent up desire, and my own remorse at ending this brief book series.

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In this scene, Grier (Gregory MacGregor) has been severely wounded by a knife attack. He’s just now beginning his recovery, in David’s little cabin aboard the trader Arend.

“I’ve never spread my legs for any man.”

… Grier was still an invalid, but he’d claimed a bed he could tolerate. It was the floor of David’s room, a cubby-hole the sailors called a “cabin” where David changed his bandage. He noted with a wry expression that the lad kept his eyes averted from his groin; yet he said nothing. He could wait.

He clenched his jaw but didnae resist when his host sent him into a corner carrying a privy—a large chipped basin—and had stood like a soldier while the lad cleaned his verra personal places with a cloth dipped in water.

Well, he bore it no’ so muckle like a soldier. More like a wounded bear, back turned, leaning against a wall, his thigh throbbing and his cock too, cursing under his breath.

“Am I clean now, lad?”

“Shush, Grier. Spread your legs a little. Careful of that wound.”

“I’ve never spread my legs for any man.”

David was kneeling behind him, gently cleansing his buttocks. “I need you to be still.”

“And I need you, David. Still—or any way at all. Kiss my arse, lad, and use your tongue…”

David’s hand stopped, but he didnae remove it.

“What…did you say?”

“You heard me. The training you wanted, ’tis trembling before you. My arse is on fire for you. Lick my crack, lift me to the sky.”

A hesitation, a soft touch. A finger…or a wet tongue…something stroked his cleft, and his hungry cock shook, heavy with desire.

He moaned like a bairn and spread wider.

“More, David. More. Put it inside…”

“Put…what, Grier?”

“Your finger, or ten of them, your tongue, your cock. I want it all…”

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David gripped his buttocks, hard…and now he could feel the heat of the man’s breath and the scalding sucks first next to his hole, then almost on the balls, a back-and-forth, an in-and-out, a flaring of the muscles deep inside his core, a rush of his own hot fluids.

He let it go on forever, shaking and crying, loving the release, hating the end, wanting more.

Finally he turned, clumsy, his wound making him lame.

He rested his hands on David’s flaxen head while the lad, still kneeling, looked up at him with his ocean-blue eyes.

“I couldnae wait. Och, lad, I’m sorry.”

David’s eyes lit in response. “Giving you pleasure—making your forget your pain even for a few seconds—I think I’ve never been so fulfilled.”

He eased himself to his knees in front of David and took the lad’s face into his hands. “Leaving you was the worst day of my life.”

“No. The worst day is years past, Mister MacGregor. Turning from me was only a…a pirouette. Another step in the dance…”

You’ll find this two novel series here:

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~and~ 

SeaToSky (epub or pdf) https://bit.ly/2UQYsJL  

Smashwords (epub) https://bit.ly/2TsCBal  

QRI (all links, excerpt, reviews, more) https://bit.ly/2HEKjwD

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What’s the spark that started the fire?

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This is the second in a series, my retrospective on how Erin O’Quinn’s men first met.

“The Gaslight Mysteries” is a five-novel series starring a hard-fisted, hard-drinking Irishman named Michael McCree; and a surly, angry PI named Simon Hart. The tag line for this best-selling series is  “Gay Retro with a Twist.”

These two men, unlikely mates, take five novels to “come together,” in every way. The series is full of fun, cat-and-mouse sexual tension, and “retro” atmosphere.

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When Michael Meets Simon… Heart to Hart
May 1, Beltane, 1923. From ch 1, Michael’s pov, “A New Dawn”

Michael’s life began all over again on Monday. The rain that had been threatening for weeks finally banged Dun Linden with bare fists just as dawn broke, pummeling and pounding, leaving everyone a little off balance. Setting the banner line for the day’s newspaper edition, he’d looked up from the linotype into the most arresting pair of eyes he’d ever seen. They were soulful and tormented, of a color somewhere between teal and turquoise, like a rare metal seen once in a lifetime. Or an undiscovered ocean on the edge of a wet dream. He stared in spite of himself at the man behind the eyes.

He was tall—all of six feet, almost as tall as Michael. A black felt bowler hat covered his hair. But Michael knew it had to be as dark as the eyebrows and the growing shadow around his upper lip and chin. Had the man even slept last night? The mouth itself was sulky, arrogant, almost angry.

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Michael’s cock set up a slow hammering beneath the stiff leather apron.

He grinned and shifted a wooden match between his teeth. “’Tis help ye need, now?”

Under a fine woolen greatcoat, invitingly open, the man was wearing an impeccably smooth silk brocade jacket, with a neck scarf to reflect the unusual blue of his eyes.

“Yes.” His voice was as clipped and rude as his mouth. “You may place this obituary in the newspaper. And you may insert an advert as well.”

I may, may I? Maybe I’ll insert something else, lad. To himself, Michael mimicked the other’s tone of voice. He knew the man had been educated at a few up-yer-arse schools, probably Eton, then Cambridge. He barely moved his mouth when he articulated every syllable. Here was a man who wouldn’t know a back-alley expression if it slid up his bunghole.

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But Simon’s impression of that first meeting, as one would expect from a closeted man, is a world apart.

When Simon meets Michael…Thin as Smoke
(May 1, Beltane, 1924: a year later. From Simon’s pov, ch 2, “A New Client”

He’d awakened yesterday with the instant knowledge it was Beltane eve. An anniversary of sorts. A date his new partner had obliquely referred to several times as though it called for some kind of romantic celebration. Their first meeting, in the newspaper shop.

Simon still had a hard time piecing together those fevered days one year ago after he’d discovered the murdered body of his business partner. Try as he might, he could not remember even dressing on that long-ago morning, much less composing an obit notice and an advert for a new flat-mate. Had he perhaps slept in his suit and greatcoat? It was possible. What he did remember was the rain. After weeks of unnatural drought, the deluge seemed to be wreaking punishment on saint and sinner alike.

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Has it really been one entire year? He remembered taking his Bushmills bottle to bed each night for several days after he found Sargent sprawled across the surface of their old mahogany desk. He’d avoided the flat they’d shared, seeking the knotted bedding at his gentleman’s club where his old friend’s ghost was a little dimmer. He later remembered the cheeky fellow in the New Dawn anteroom because the bastard had extorted a prince’s ransom for his newspaper’s services and had the gall to pound on his door a few days later to extract even more.

For Simon, Beltane eve was the day he’d tried to soak the blood of his foxhole friend from a desk blotter. And Beltane was not the day he’d met Michael McCree. It was the day he’d set down another man’s death in indelible India ink.

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The series has its own Kindle Series page.

THE GASLIGHT MYSTERIES 5 novels

http://amzn.to/2CZsBxm

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flame on whteWhat was the spark that started the fire?

This is the first of a series of short articles/excerpts showing the meeting of main characters from Erin O’Quinn’s M/M work.

I’ll begin with my latest work, a series called “The Renegade and the Runaway.”

Grier Black (Gregory MacGregor) is a Highland outlaw, one of the clan whose name has been forbidden by royal law…and one who’s been stripped of his tartan and weapon too.

David Campbell is a young Quaker-trained lad from Philadelphia who’s been drugged and kidnapped.

Chapter One (Unkilted) is from the pov of the Scot. Here’s their first meeting. Grier has no way to know who the outlander is, why he’s being kept in the basement, and why he seems to be in trouble. The grabbing of the arm is repeated, subtly, in the next installment of this two-novel series, when—ironic reversal—Grier lies in a drugged state, awakened by David.

From Chapter One:

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Grier knelt, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the almost-darkness. Needing to see the figure better, he grasped the candle-holder and brought it close to the pallet.

He saw a pale face under a massive woolen cap…a man of eighteen or twenty…eyelids closed, long dark lashes…high cheeks and a full mouth…a lad dressed in a strange over-shirt that seemed to conceal some kind of flat bundle…

He was immediately captivated. Why would a young man lie in foul-smelling and stained clothing, yet arrive in a coach-and-four? Was he, like the old man, a prisoner—or a poppet? His slender body and handsome face hinted at stories he wanted to hear. And what was he protecting under the tunic?

He reached to lift the shirt. A swift, strong hand burst from the darkness like a thunderclap and grasped his wrist.

“Kill me now. Or if it please Christ, do not touch me at all.”

In the next and last novel of the series (Unbroken), Grier is the victim of a knife attack. He finally wakes from the opium-based laudanum the ship’s doctor has given him. From Chapter Eleven:

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The devil that was never far away told him to reach out and grasp the speaker, in the way this same stranger had seized his own arm…verra long ago, in another place and another time.

“Ye’ve taken it from me.”

A halting voice came, nearer now. “Taken what, Gregory MacGregor?”

“My heart, damn ye. Sit me upright.”

“Then release my arm. And do not curse me.”

Strangely, it took no effort at all to smile. He loosed his grip, letting his arm drop back onto the surface of the bluidy hard bed.

“How long?”

“Not quite a week.”

“Someone stood me up to take a piss. Someone…tore me from the hard stone.”

“The doctor, mostly.”

He opened his eyes and looked up at David. “Liar.”

The series is here, on Amazon’s series page. You may click one or both to buy!

THE RENEGADE AND THE RUNAWAY (2 novels)

✅  Slow Burn Gay Romance

✅  Slow Reveal

✅  Family Secrets

✅  Action and Adventure

✅  Humor

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A new series is born

The series is “The Renegade and the Runaway”...the two-novel odyssey of a Highland outlaw and his unlikely association with a young, inexperienced Quaker-trained man. The first novel Unkilted recounts their meeting, falling in love, and separation.

Here’s the intro from the front matter of the new novel, Unbroken:

This sequel to Unkilted finds a young Quaker-trained man and a bitter Highland outlaw together again, and not by their own design. They meet on a Dutch trader sailing to the king’s colonies—uncharted land even more wild than Scotland’s daunting Highlands.

David is on a mission to the British-occupied colonies to find his true father, a well-known frontiersman. Grier is searching for his aunt, abducted twelve years earlier, held somewhere on the coast of North Carolina. Back in Edinburgh, Iain spins his quiet web to reunite with his beloved wife.

More than seeking family members, the two younger men are searching for something they may find only when they finally understand themselves, and each other.

Can a naive, scholarly youth cope with life on the high seas—and become a force against a killer? Will a deeply angry man ever forget that the man he most desires bears the name of his sworn enemy?

✅Slow Burn Romance

✅Slow Reveal

✅Family Secrets

✅Action and Adventure

 Humor

This Amazon link will take a reader to both novels in the series:

https://amzn.to/2JXjDcv  

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And here are the direct links to both books:

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Unkilted:

Kindle US  https://amzn.to/2BVJ5rj  

Kindle UK   https://amzn.to/2R22EJ3

SeaToSky (epub or pdf)  https://bit.ly/2R5wDzB

Smashwords (pdf)  https://bit.ly/2StIFzn

Unbroken:

Kindle US https://amzn.to/2WuppUn

Kindle UK https://amzn.to/2WqbWNb

SeaToSky (epub or pdf) https://bit.ly/2UQYsJL  

Smashwords (pdf) https://bit.ly/2TsCBal 

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Hello, readers of Erin O’Quinn! Now’s your chance to grab a copy of my latest novel Unkilted, a week before its conclusion arrives in the heart-rattling sequel, Unbroken.

Here’s the new novel’s introduction…

The sequel to Unkilted finds a young Quaker-trained man and a bitter Highland outlaw together again, and not by their own design. They meet again on a Dutch trader sailing to the king’s young American colonies—uncharted land even more wild than Scotland’s daunting Highlands.

David is on a mission to the British-occupied colonies to find his true father, a well-known frontiersman. Grier is searching for his aunt, abducted twelve years earlier, held somewhere on the coast of North Carolina. Back in Edinburgh, Iain spins his quiet web to reunite with his beloved wife.

More than seeking family members, the two younger men are searching for something they may find only when they finally understand themselves, and each other.

Can a naive, scholarly youth become a force against a killer, and even a desperate pirate? Will a deeply angry man ever forget that the man he most desires bears the name of his sworn enemy? 

✅Slow Burn Romance

✅Slow Reveal

✅Family Secrets

Oh, I loved writing this one. The characters are fresh, the action is ‘way out of mainstream, and the action is told again from three points of view, just to add some depth to the story.

This is one image for the Facebook promo I’ll be running,

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The links to the first novel, Unkilted:

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Kindle US  https://amzn.to/2BVJ5rj  

Kindle UK   https://amzn.to/2R22EJ3

SeaToSky (epub or pdf)  https://bit.ly/2R5wDzB

Smashwords (pdf)  https://bit.ly/2StIFzn

QRI: all links, excerpts, reviews, more  https://bit.ly/2VmGWhr

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I recently discovered that my roots go back to Scotland, to Clan MacGregor. That venerable clan has a reliable claim to be the most ancient of them all, having sprung from the Pictish blood of Alpin, Scotland’s first king. Fascinating!

In spite of its honorable birth, for almost 200 years the MacGregor family was almost obliterated…not their lives, but their name and reputation. Och, ’tis a long story, but the near abolishment of their name can be laid directly at the hands—and brains—of another clan, the Campbells.

In addition—during a period from the 1740s to the 1780s—no clan was allowed to bear arms, wear a tartan, even blow into a bagpipe. These and other acts were England’s attempt to stifle the Jacobite rebellion and the Catholic (non-Protestant) sentiments of the time.

Into this period of repression, in the year 1772, I drop a few protagonists, and I try to tell a bright love story…

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Grier Black, whose true name is Gregory MacGregor, is a moody and angry man—a Highlander who cannot claim his name, who is not allowed to don a kilt, who cannot carry any weapon larger than a small non-metal knife. To make matters worse, his father has been killed  by—whom? King’s men? Enemy Campbells? His life is one of lawless rebellion and perpetual resentment.

Iain Stewart is Grier’s uncle. He’s twenty years older, several years’ worth  of university training more “civilized,” but just as deadly in his own way. From the time his brother was killed and his wife abducted, he has sworn to right old wrongs and to reinstate his clan’s honor. As a practicing solicitor, he operates above and below the law in Edinburgh.

David Campbell is a Quaker-trained young man whose father runs a successful print shop in Philadelphia. But his quiet life is turned upside down when he’s forced to escape the mindless cruelty of a group of Redcoat soldiers and ends up in the hands of a Dutch ship’s captain and a lecherous opportunist. He finally finds himself surrounded by strangers on a verra strange shore…the country of bonnie auld Scotland.

Here’s an excerpt from the novel…the chapter after Grier has just met a foreigner named David. From that moment on, all former bets are off…

>>>Chapter Eight<<<
Interlude

David was in turn mystified, charmed, saddened, and choked with desperate desire. Long he lay in the pallet, tossing on the hard bed redolent of unseen mountains, cupping himself, wondering at the way his small world had become a universe of possibilities.

I want him to desire me…in a different way from Archer…the way I have sometimes dreamed. In the way of David and Jonathan…the same way I want him.

Once, with his far away associate Alan, he had thrilled to the light touch of another man. That was an infinity ago, in a time and place forever lost, and it had lasted mere moments. This new excitement would not leave his flesh, or his fantasies.

He is to be my trainer, hardly my lover. He comes to this place to find women. He lives and thinks at cross-purposes to my own beliefs. Be careful, David.

But he could not expunge from his mind the thought of touching and kissing Grier Black. Yes, a black fox. He thought about the words he had read in Shakespeare…Lean and hungry.

Finally, testicles swollen, throbbing with the pain of holding back, he stroked himself until his hands were wet with spilled longing, and then he slept.

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Grier could not sleep. He had unrolled his saddle blanket near Corbie, where his stallion stood in a half-doze. The large animal would lie down later, when deep sleep pulled him to the fragrant new grass.

He lay on his back gazing at the same stars and the same moon he and David had seen half an hour ago. Then, the sky had shimmered with the kind of light he had rarely seen. It had been a canopy of unknown and unknowable mystery, in a singular moment of peace.

He tried to forget the image of the flaxen-haired young man bent like a crescent moon over a reflecting pool…his comely buttocks flexing in mute acceptance of his own renegade eyes…

Stop, Gregory MacGregor. The lad is an innocent in a world of corrupt men.

Never, in all the years he had desired other men, never before had he made love with his tone of voice and the inflections of his speech, with the silent language of his body. He was too restless, too much in a hurry to find the next moor and drink from the burn that lay just over the next hill. He was always trying to escape…something. Some wayward phantom that had never revealed itself.

Och, he had never showed himself so openly…not until tonight. Now, turning once more onto his stomach, he cursed himself—again—for his obvious show of lust to a boy who had already suffered the worst of vile humanity.

Let it go. Let sleep come…

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From the beginning, the wilding Oisean has learned to show only the velvet, and not the horn underneath…

velvet copyThose who know deer, or who live in the country, know the meaning of  “velvet”—the soft, velvety covering on a rack of antlers which nature has provided for nourishment and protection during the growth cycle. So in a way, to drop the velvet is to announce the rut, the full sexual development of the stag.

In Stag Heart, the wise teacher Dub tries to keep apart the young men he’s training under his roof: Oisean, the innocent wilding from the forests of ancient Scotland…and Fergus, the man-loving, wine-drinking, morally challenged son of the high king.

But two attractive, sensuous men can hold out only so long. And when they do finally succumb to their craving for each other, the horns emerge from under the velvet…

Fergus’ point of view:

They walked hand in hand to his familiar bed chamber. Once inside, Fergus closed and latched the door.

“Dub say…not be back, long time.”

“Um, I know. But I would hate to have him look in on us and see my naked arse.”

“You let me…pleasure you?”

“Yes. I will teach you fuck. And afterwards, when Dub comes home, we will talk to him. All right?”

Oisean smiled and sat on the bed. “Teach me.”

“First I will take off my damned triús. Cow-herder britches. So you can see mo bhod.”

“What is that word bod?”

“My cock. What I fuck with. This.”

Without watching his own fingers, he loosened the cord around his waist and let the rude trousers collapse at his feet. 

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Oisean’s eyes seemed over-bright in the low light from the oil lamp. “Your horn.”

His flesh, heavy as a bata, really did seem to jut from his groin like an antlered beast. 

I have to be careful. Can I try to make this fit in his tight little arse? No…do not frighten a fawn. Go slow…

“You may touch it, but not too much at first. I’m afraid this bad boy may cry too soon.”

His companion reached out a tentative hand and ran his finger down the length of it. In answer, his cock shuddered. Fascinated, he watched a pearl-drop form at the tip.

“That is enough, love. For now. Let me take off your bríste, as I did before.”

He knelt between Oisean’s legs and unfastened his breeches. His companion stood letting him work the deerskin off his thighs, while Fergus watched his lover’s massive horn rise. He thought of a bull deer in rut and tried to swallow the saliva surging in his mouth.

His words seemed choked.

“Now lie down. On your belly.”

~oOo~

Next time, I’ll excerpt the other man’s point of view. 

The novel Stag Heart, set in the Iron Warrior universe:

 

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It’s all here at QRI: links, reviews, explicit excerpt, more: 

https://bit.ly/2HrD8HH

~and~

Kindle US https://amzn.to/2vaHD4d

Kindle UK https://amzn.to/2qACdKz

SeaToSky https://bit.ly/2HzsgVs  (pdf or epub)

Smashwords https://bit.ly/2vhucja (epub)

For those readers who’d like to start with the Iron Warrior trilogy, click here:

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