Saturday, March 14, 2015

Book Spotlight: SLAVE by Angelica Dawson #BDSM #Erotica

Blue Moon House: Slave by Angelica Dawson - Limited Time Price of $0.99!

Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to be trained, beaten. It doesn't take him long to discover his preference for men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the way he regards women, as fellow human beings.

How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a young man to see women in a new light?

In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series, Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century.

You can purchase Blue Moon House: Slave on Amazon. Smashwords, All Romance Ebooks and Naughty Nights Press.

Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook and Twitter.

She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

Here is an excerpt from Slave:

“What trouble can two cocks like us get up to? I have some whiskey. Interested?”

Will had never tasted the stuff, but nodded.

Louis jumped down and Will followed. Louis paused until the younger man was walking beside him. “You’ve never had it, have you?”

Will looked at him in surprise. “How—?”

Louis chuckled. “You’re as eager for a friend as I am. Well, have a taste. I imagine it will fancy you as much as the pipe, though.” He clapped a hand around Will’s shoulders and the younger man felt his chest constrict. His heart and lungs seemed to swell beyond what his ribcage could hold. Was he that desperate for contact?

Louis dropped his arm to open the barn door, and Will followed him into a room beside the pens. In the room, Louis pulled out a flask and unstopped it. He took a long swig. “To new friends,” he said, handing the glass bottle to Will.

“New friends,” Will agreed, putting the rim to his lips.

The liquid was cool to his tongue but burned his throat. Louis grabbed the flask from Will just as the coughing seized him. The older man pounded him on the back while laughing.

“Yeah, it’s probably gonna kill me,” he agreed, taking another swig and stopping it up again.

They continued to chat as Will tried to think of a way to ask what he wanted, to say what he needed.

“Louis, did you have a girl, back home?” That should work.

“Hmm? Well, not one, no.” He grinned. “Never felt the urge to settle down. Now that I’m getting old enough to consider it, seems the well has run dry.” He laughed again, taking more whiskey from his flask. He’d been getting louder and laughing more as the night progressed.

“I don’t either. I...I think I’d rather—” Will shut himself up. The bible contradicted itself on many things, but sodomy wasn’t one of them. He hadn’t found out if Louis was Christian.

When Will had figured out how Nicholas had fucked Bart, he’d wondered at the sin of it. Knowing how much he longed for the same, he couldn’t decide if the bible was wrong, or he was. With all the other things the good book didn’t get quite right, it wouldn’t surprise him to find love between men among them.

Louis looked at him, his eyes slightly glazed. He seemed confused. “Rather what?” he asked.

Taking a deep breath, Will figured it couldn’t hurt to try. He might lose his first friend, but he’d rather know than wonder. He leaned over and touched his lips to Louis’.

“I’d rather,” he said, sitting up.

“Oh,” Louis said with a huff. “Well, I’m sorry, Will. Although I don’t have a girl, that’s definitely what I want.”

Will sighed in relief. The man wasn’t trying to throw him out or threatening to do something worse. “I understand.” He looked at Louis and smiled. “Doesn’t prevent us being friends, does it?”

“As long as you don’t kiss me again, not a lick.” He offered the flask to Will again.

The younger man looked at it skeptically, but he wouldn’t mind burning the rejection from his mind. He took a smaller swallow and only coughed once. “Thanks.”

“You’re a brave man, Will. I wish you the best.”



Angelica Dawson said...

Thank you so much for hosting me Gale. Best of luck with all your endeavors!

Gale Stanley said...

Happy to have you. Congrats on the new book! xo