Sunday Snippet from my gay Victorian fae romance, Oak King Holly King – available now wherever fine books are found!
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“Well,” said Wren, forcing a casual tone over his thunderous pulse. “What do the fae think of men who lie with men?”
The ensuing pause drew out into a lengthy silence as the two men stared each other down. Then, in a single stride, Butcher was upon him. Even barefoot, he towered over Wren. Near enough to fill Wren’s lungs with his woodsmoke musk. Near enough for Wren to feel the heat of his body radiating through his woollen tunic.
And near enough for Butcher to raise his hand to Wren’s jaw and gently lift his chin.
Wren’s heart pounded in his ears. He gazed into those dark eyes, their depths glinting with warmth and curiosity like the night sky shot through with stars.
Then those eyes shut, and Butcher bent down, and Wren tilted his head to meet his kiss.
Wren hadn’t received a kiss in more years than he cared to tell, though he’d imagined many. He could never have imagined this. Butcher’s lips kindled the curious spark into a bonfire, which raged through Wren’s heart as he opened his mouth to taste him, devour him, consume him as he felt himself consumed by the overwhelming flame of his own desire. He burned with need above and below and found himself clutching Butcher’s arms with the grip of a drowning man. All too soon, however, his need for breath forced him to break away. He opened his eyes, gasping, and beheld Butcher gazing down on him with a fascination that matched his own passion.
“I think,” Butcher murmured, “a man who lies with men is the sort of man I like.”
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Oak King Holly King is a gay Victorian fae romance, available now wherever fine books are found!
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Sebastian Nothwell 