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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Who'd Like a Hot M/M Paranormal Roamnce? Check out Eva Lefoy's Darkest Flowers & Comment to WIN a Copy...

Hot older men know how to please in Darkest Flowers by Eva Lefoy
Publisher: MLR Press


Sometimes it’s hard to find a story featuring an older protagonist. By older I mean not in his 20’s. In other words, a grown man. Henri Muller, the protagonist in Darkest Flowers, is in his 40’s. At the time the story opens, he’s in graduate school for his second career. He’s never really had love and the twenty-something college guy he was seeing just cheated on him. In reality, Henri doesn’t need a new boytoy, he needs someone more his age. Enter Ambrose.

Now, with vampires it’s difficult to tell their ages exactly. They’re kind of like women – don’t ask, it’s impolite. But you can be sure they are probably older than they appear. I don’t know how old Ambrose is, but he retains a youthful appearance –sometimes by a kind of magical glamor—enough to stimulate Henri’s attraction to be sure! When we meet Ambrose he’s all alone and has a greenhouse full of young men he’s already taken their full “bloom” from and then discarded. What he really desires above all else is a mate. Maybe what Ambrose needs is an older, wiser man as well.

So... in a humid, warm greenhouse full of carnivorous plants two men find each other. It’s part magic, part sexual attraction. What makes it work might surprise you – Henri needs Ambrose’s cold to live.

Here’s more about Darkest Flowers AND I’m doing a giveaway today of an ebook copy of Darkest Flowers in either mobi, pdf or epub formats. Leave a comment with your pick of hot older men and I’ll choose a winner.

Thanks for reading!

Eva


DARKEST FLOWERS

Botanist Henri Muller will do almost anything for a flowereven brave a forest fire. Scarred and heartbroken, he journeys to a greenhouse run by a reclusive proprietor with a mysterious green thumb and a potent sexuality. Henri’s startled by their passionate encounter, but when he discovers the vampire’s bite soothes his tormented body and soul he longs to stay though the cure is deadly.

Ambrose is a shy monster with a lonely heart. Will Henri choose to become his mate or will he let Ambrose wilt and die like a neglected flower? With each passing day, Ambrose grows weaker...


EXCERPT:

Ambrose took him by the hand and led him to the side of the greenhouse near the door he’d entered. From there they went into a special section that felt almost like a shrine. Inside was a single corpse flower. The largest Henri had ever laid eyes upon. Ambrose let go of his hand and the two stood side by side, studying the bloom. “It’s magnificent.”
“I come here sometimes in the evenings, just to be in its presence.” Ambrose sighed and stroked his cock, leaving Henri no doubt what Ambrose did here. Both sights sent a rush of illicit desire through him. The petals of the flower had pulled open, exposing the spadix, which stood approximately eight feet tall. The large cock-like structure before him and the sound of Ambrose’s quickened breathing beside him had his own hardened length aching for a good stroking. “Don’t you find it very…pleasing?”
“Oh, yes.” Especially since the flower must have bloomed the day before and most of the rotten meat smell had evaporated. Right now, all Henri smelled was pre-cum, man and flowers. Impossibly, his member hardened even more. He stifled a groan.
“I love to come here. It’s my favorite spot.” Ambrose spoke softly as he pressed his front to Henri’s backside and reached around to grasp his leaking shaft with his delicate hand. Henri shivered from a sudden chill.
“My God. You’re so c-cold.” A tremor wracked him from head to toe.
“I’ll be warmer soon. I promise.” Ambrose’s frozen prick settled into the dip between Henri’s ass cheeks.
He gasped at the hard cylinder of ice pressing into him, unrelenting in its length, impossibly firm, promising punishing satisfaction his body craved. Henri whimpered and opened himself, arching his head back and thrusting his cock forward into Ambrose’s freezing hand.
“Yes, my love. You feel the heat between us as well. Let me slake your thirst.”
Ambrose’s touch was chilly, but his hot words were almost a growled command in Henri’s ear. Henri shuddered with pleasure as Ambrose’s tongue flicked along his neck, then was replaced by a scrape of his teeth. He reached back and grabbed the man’s hip, not wanting to part from even one small inch of him. God, the coldness felt good. “Yes, Ambrose. God, please. It’s been so long and I need to come.”
“And you shall.” Ambrose kept up a maddening slow pace with his hand. The other reached around to tease Henri’s right nipple. Henri didn’t have time to explain how the fire had left his skin curiously sensitive on that side, before the almost painful caress pulled him to the edge.
“Ambrose,” he panted. “I’m going to come.” The greenhouse spun, heady scents enveloping him just as surely as the man at his back held him inescapably in his tender grasp.
“Yes.” Ambrose’s tongue snaked between Henri’s parted lips. The organ was so long it filled Henri’s mouth and made its way to the back of his throat and he quivered imaging the tongue inside his ass.
Captured in Ambrose’s firm grip, overtaken with lustful need, Henri surrendered to the burning ache. He screamed around Ambrose’s tongue and spread his trembling thighs. From between them, hot cum surged up and out his shaft so forcefully it hurt. He hadn’t been this raw, this overwhelmed by sex in years. As jet after jet coated Ambrose’s hand, he convulsed against him like a rag doll.
“Watch the flower,” Ambrose whispered in his ear.
It took effort to drag his attention from the last spasms of his orgasm to the enormous flower, but when he did, he gasped. The spadix seemed to lengthen before his eyes and quiver in time to Henri’s contractions. Suddenly the beads of sweat stuck to his chest, the fecund air around him, and Ambrose’s touch all merged into one. A primal connection formed between man, flower and sex. All thoughts of scientific study fled his mind. This wasn’t about botany. This was pure, unadulterated sexuality as he’d never experienced it before.

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Eva

Author Bio and Contact:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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GIVEAWAY TIME!

Wow, Eva, that's one hot excerpt. It's always a pleasure to host you of course. In answer to your question, I always thought Richard Gere was kinda hot for an older guy, then there's George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Hugh Jackman, Johnny Depp...lol I could go on and on here.

So you heard it folks. Leave a comment on this post, let Eva know which older man you think is hot and leave your email address' for a chance to win it!

Eva will be announcing her winner on Wednesday July 2nd.

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~


6 comments:

  1. yay! thanks for hosting me today and have a safe trip!

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  2. Hugh Jackman, Sean Connery, Johnny Depp.

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  3. Vin Diesel, Ron Perlman, Martin Freeman.

    Congratulations on the release!

    fantasychica5(at)yahoo(dot)com
    -Kelly

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  4. Sean Connery no contest!! The voice & the eyes… Sigh
    elainemcmichael@earthlink.net

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  5. Mark Harmon, Mandy Patinkin, Gary Sinise.

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