Thursday, 12 August 2010

Excerpt Day - The Manituw © Lisbeth Jenkins


...“So goddamned sexy,” July murmured. “Now strip already, would you?”

“I see you’re not one of those men who roll over and go to sleep afterwards,” Robert teased.

“I don’t know,” July replied. “My guess is, I’ll be rolling over soon enough.”

Robert laughed again. By the time July caught his breath, Robert had slipped out of his clothing and was once again crouched over him. He slid a hand over the curve of July’s belly, tracing the path of hair leading down to his groin. July shivered and closed his eyes.

“We need lubricant and condoms.”

“In the medicine cabinet.”

Robert fetched the supplies and straddled July’s thighs. “Has anyone ever fucked you?” he asked.

“Yeah. Quickies in alleys,” July said. “It…ah…it was okay.”

“I’ll make it better than okay.” Robert smiled down at July, who looked every bit as wanton and sexy as Robert had imagined he would. Those exotic, lovely red-brown eyes were black with arousal, and he felt the stirrings of July’s reawakening cock brush against his thigh. The man radiated sex. The long hair, spread across the pillow like a fan. The swollen lips that promised untold pleasures to sample. The flushed skin, broad shoulders and down-covered chest, flat stomach, muscular thighs… “You’re beautiful. I want to be inside you.”

July’s tongue flickered over his lips. The temptation was too much, so Robert bent to kiss him again, losing himself in the sensuous intimacy of July’s response. He and Ravi had kissed for hours like this some nights, but never with the heart-stopping tenderness July offered him. Robert groaned into July’s mouth. God. He wanted to do this forever…

Forever. He nuzzled July’s ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth. July arched up and yes, he wanted this forever—this gorgeous, sexy, responsive man in his bed every night from now on. Lust or love, he’d take whatever July gave him and he’d demand more because he suspected he could never have enough.

“Turn over,” he whispered, feeling the brush of July’s erection against his bollocks.

Something flickered across July’s face before he gave Robert a slow, sexy smile. He rocked his hips a final time in a way that enflamed Robert’s blood, then he was rolling over, watching Robert over his shoulder with the most blatant come-hither look Robert had ever seen. Blood rushed in Robert’s ears, and July’s smile grew wider just before he settled on his stomach and laid his cheek on his forearm, gripping his pillow.

One of the sleekest arses that Robert had ever seen wriggled in front of him. “You’re quite frisky,” Robert observed.

“If you’re so good, I want nirvana,” July retorted with a smirk. “I wanna hear angels.”

“I don’t think angels reside in nirvana, but I’ll see what I can do.” Robert possessively stroked July’s butt. “Very nice.”

July laughed. “Wait till I get hold of yours.”

A warm feeling spread through Robert. “You may want to pay attention then. I’m somewhat fond of the music of angels, too.”

“Just get to it, big guy.”

He and Ravi had always been so serious about sex, Robert realized. It had never been an expression of sensuality so much as it had been a reciprocal arrangement, spontaneity set aside in favor of each man trying to please the other in equal turn. July’s banter made things so much more fun, and the challenge he presented drove Robert to take liberties he would have never dreamed of taking with Ravi. He trailed his fingers along the crease between July’s cheeks and relished July’s involuntary clench at the touch.

Emboldened, Robert straddled July’s legs and ran his hands over July’s flanks, pulling at his hips. July adjusted his position until he was kneeling in front of Robert, hanging his head and cursing as Robert spread his cheeks and ran a slicked finger over the muscles surrounding July’s entrance...

© Lisbeth Jenkins

The Manituw

Author: Lisbeth Jenkins

Publisher: Amber Allure

Genre: GLBT

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When researcher Robert Silsbury reaches Bonnenuit, Newfoundland, and finds his charter boat captain in jail, the British oceanographer has no idea that he's come face to face with the man who will steal his heart. At first, however, his instinct is to hire someone else for the job.

July Cyr, the illegitimate son of First Nations and white parents, barely makes a living from Americans who charter his ancient tugboat, the Manituw, for sightseeing tours of icebergs and whales off the coast of Newfoundland. He hopes that the handsome young scientist who hired him will prove to be the first piece of good luck he's had in a long time.

Passion flares immediately, but love is built on trust, and both men have secrets. Together they must deal with a dangerous rescue at sea, a violent gang, and the scars of their own tragic pasts while they struggle to build a relationship that will span both sides of the Atlantic.

2 Speak To Me:

Chris on 13 August 2010 at 01:27 said...

I keep reading that title as Manitou...

Erotic Horizon on 13 August 2010 at 09:11 said...

Me too - the word is really odd...

This one comes highly recommended...