Sneak Peek: Talbot’s Seduction

Wow! First, I’d like to apologize for my lack of participation on my own blog. Life is just kicking junk and taking wallet. So, I’m go ing to offer up a little tidbit I’ve been working on. It’s the first chapter of my current WiP Talbot’s Seduction. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Enjoy!

Talbot's Seduction

Just a fast a furious graphic. Nothing fancy. ;)

 

Talbot laughed and clutched his side. Across from him, his good friends Landis and Delron shook their heads. Never one to be discouraged by admonishment in any form, Talbot dug his elbow into his best friend Maxime beside him. The ride back to the estate of Talbot’s parents had been a rousing experience in conversation. While Maxime and Talbot had no qualms about regaling in their sexual adventures, their other two friends were more reserved.

At least while in public.

In the comfort of their estates or a maison, Delron and Landis practiced their sexual prowess with gusto. Both had shared one woman, feverishly sating her while enjoying the pleasure equally. Had Talbot and Maxime not used a hidden passage to spy on their friends, they would not believe a word of it.

Talbot and Maxime, on the other hand, were taken at their merit. Both men bore no shame for their carnal needs. The giggles of prim and proper ladies at any social gathering about the two rogues, and the wary glances of nervous fathers could not be ignored. It took but one witnessing of Talbot’s father scolding the two for self-pleasure in a private part of the gardens on the estate for Delron and Landis to never question their friends again.

Talbot never mentioned that women only entered the fray of his lust after he had drunk himself into oblivion. The willing ladies cared not as they enjoyed him just as much half awake. Talbot relied on Maxime to tell him of his exploits. His friend would not boost unjustly, and his other two companions protested too much.

“We know, Delron, that your chivalrous tone is but an act. You stick wick into a wet woman at every turn. That we further the experience while with each other’s company is of no great concern,” Talbot scoffed.

“Unless you father does find us again.” Maxime chuckled.

“Better mine than yours.”

Oui.”

Maxime’s father gave new meaning to a master with a whip. Each word driven into his son was barbed and without compassion in a harsh tongue flaying. Talbot would miss his friend when he moved out of Paris next spring to Varanguebec. He would be the only one left of their merry group to remain in the city. Landis and Delron merely visited while their fathers were on business.

“Remember you tryst with that little vixen from Italy?” Talbot nudged Maxime.

Oui. The face of a man, I swear, but the sweetest treat while my cock lay inside.” Maxime grinned. “You were half in your cups yet she serviced you quite well.”

“My father’s wine cellar will be the death of all my blissful memories yet.” The carriage shifted, and Talbot crashed into Maxime, only furthering the mirth. An angry shout from outside gave a small indication of why the carriage pitched.

“Talbot, Talbot. This is way I keep you from my sister. Such behavior would be unwelcome.” Delrom waggled his finger.

Oui, oui. Because you have never self-pleasured because the women beg to suckle upon your cock.” Talbot ribbed Maxime. “We are but friends and no law states that I cannot put hand on my manhood.” Talbot cupped his groin. “Perhaps it is jealousy for my size.”

“You exaggerate.” Delron pursed his lips.

Maxime sniggered. “You forget I have bared witness to his family jewels. I dare say he will have no seed to spill within a woman if he does not keep hand from shaft.”

“Bah.” Talbot waved them off. “My father has arranged for me to marry Sabine in due time. After my proper education has completed.” He rolled his eyes. Though he had no desire for any other profession and loved wine more than any willing wench who happened to fall into his arms, the thought of the boring days of learning how grapes turned to wine held no interest.

“I am sure he will tame your cock by way of the maison before then.” Landis picked at his sleeves.

Talbot smoothed out his rumpled tunic. Landis, among them, worried about his appearance far too much. Society expected the young lords to not dress like the scoundrels they acted. The ruffled styled tunics never appealed to Talbot but his mother insisted on a collection of fine brocaded jackets and breeches to match. He kept most of them hidden away for special occasions. Going to the tavern with his friends was hardly worth the effort to dress his station. With Sabine as his chosen wife-to-be, Talbot didn’t see much prospect in wooing a woman for sport. The very idea bored him. Or, at least, he convinced himself his lack of effort was due to his impending marriage. His father would hardly be enthused should a lady of the lesser stock knock on their door full with Talbot’s child. Best he spill his seed to the ground than to fertilize the wrong fields. The ladies at the brothels, at least, took precautions if some young lord forgot to withdraw from his pleasure.

“Which tavern have you picked for us this day, Landis?” Talbot asked.

“Knowing your distain for proper attire, Talbot, I have picked a middle ground. High enough that our fathers will not turn our ears out but not low enough that we will not find willing company for our table.”

“Ah should we have a bet as to whose rapier plucks a flower first then?” Talbot grinned.

“I say if we do not find sport, Talbot must pay for a trip to the maison.” Delron smirked.

Talbot skimmed his hand along the small purse tucked under his tunic. He’d spent most of his allowance this week on gambling and wine. A trip to the maison, with his sexually charged mates, would cost far more than he could muster.

“Agreed,” Maxime said.

“Spending my money again, Maxime?” Talbot arched an eyebrow at his friend.

“But mon ami, when has your quick tongue not sampled fruit as of late? Surely company for your friends would be an easy feat?”

Talbot smiled thin. His reputation far exceeded the truth. If he’d slept with all the women his friends claimed, his cock would be begging for reprieve. His mouth curved into a wicked grin. “First to pump the wench into bellowing out their name wins and buys the next round of drinks on our next venture. Agreed?”

His friends nodded and clasped his hand each. Talbot never liked losing and he’d make sure he didn’t, even if it cost him his last écu.

Next Big Thing Blog Hop

Normally, I don’t play reindeer games. I just don’t like to do it but something inspired me to buck up and have some fun with this. Thus, at the prompting of Westbrooke Jameson, I abused my keyboard more than the battery-powered ‘toys’ I have.

Enjoy the madness!

1. What is the working title of your book? Talbot’s Seduction.

2. Where did the idea come from for the book? I had done a little short story for an anthology with the thought in mind to further promote another release (Talbot’s Ploy). The publisher thought the story had more potential than the little snippet gave so I went back to square one to expand the story to over 35k. It’s a prequel to Talbot’s Ploy.

3. What is the genre of the book? M/M historical erotic romance.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie
rendition? No clue. I don’t think I’d want someone that’s ‘out there’ to play the character.

5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? Talbot learns to embrace his sexuality through the teachings of his Professuer and lends his lessons towards the man of his desire.

6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency/publisher?  It will be represented by Evernight Publishing should they find it to their liking.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? A couple of months. I don’t like to rush and sometimes I work on more than one project to prevent brain freeze.

8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Honestly, I don’t know. A lot of the m/m I read are comtemporary.

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book? The character Talbot. I never planned on making another book beyond Talbot’s Ploy but I fell in love with the character as I wrote him.

10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? I’m big on research, especially when it comes to historicals. So I watch the difference between dialect betwee nthe classes, certain dress, and etiquette. Plus the act that homosexuality was a ‘punishable by death’. So having the character flaunt his orientation in public isn’t going to happen in this book.

Now for the fun part. I’m going to tag a few of my other author friends to do this.

J. Keller Ford
J.A. Belfield
Lila Shaw
R. Brennan
Julie Reese

Talbot’s Ploy Reviewed and a Taste of the Prequel

Top 2 Bottom Reviews were nice enough to review Talbot’s Ploy and gave it 4.5 out of 5 kisses. Please take the time to read what they thought of it here.

As you might have already read from my previous blog post, I’m working on the prequel to Talbot’s Ploy. In fact, the bit I posted isn’t even the first chapter anymore. That’s how it works when you’re in a NaNo Frenzy. I just didn’t think, even though it was a good rough action scene, that it provided enough of the friendship he shared with his friends and the different reaction they had of him in their brief appearance in Talbot’s Ploy. Well, Delron and Landis anyway. ;)

I love history so in writing these I try to be as concise as possible on fact. Sure it would be nice to just write it up, forget about the world around them, and hammer out sex scene after sex scene. I, as a reader, expect more than that so when I write, I do the same. In the 18th century, if you were caught in the activities Talbot engages in with his partners, you were put to death. Period. There was zero tolerance for homosexuality. It’s not fiction, it’s fact. I can’t ignore that or not have my character live with a tinge of fear because of it.

Some have loved it, others don’t. I’m not going to dwell on it. The stories I weave aren’t cookie cutter or at least I don’t think so. It’s going to have layers and sometimes a minor character, like what I did with Mandy in Dream Weaver, will get their own story.

Here’s another tidbit of my work in progress from NaNo. It was Talbot’s Game but I think Talbot’s Seduction works much better. For those who read the Talbot’s Ploy you’ll recall a minor character Delphine. This is Talbot’s first meeting with her.

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Talbot shot up. “I cannot do this.”

“Perhaps a drink?” She smirked.

“Oui.” He shook his head. “Non. I mean.” He slumped to the bed. He gazed at her breasts, the rosy areolas peaked as she played with them. He willed his cock to respond. Urged his hands to take command of what she possessed that moment. His body refused his demands. He fell back to the bed and draped an arm over his eyes.

“It is no use, Mademoiselle. I fear my reputation is bold and quite untrue.” Talbot sighed. “I have delved into something I cannot shake and my cock yearns to do the most wicked of things. God help me.”

“God cannot help you, Talbot. Not in this.”

Talbot bolted upright. “What know you of it? Such things are not common place nor a luxury of a brothel. Keep the coin, I shall hide away so my father thinks the task is done.” He went to stand and she pushed him down.

“I know plenty of which you speak, Talbot, and I can procure you whatever you desire. With discretion.” She put a finger to his lips to stop his next words. “I know, Talbot, and you are not the first to suffer with this affliction. Speak it and I shall give you your desire.”

“I cannot follow that path. It leads to death.”

“Only if you bed the wrong person and I can aid you in that. Do you wish it?”

Talbot fought with the carnal lust rising like the turbulent ocean. The Comte could never provide for him fully. The experience gained was like no other but Talbot yearned for more.

“Will it grant me peace I seek?” he whispered.

“Only if you embrace what you are without the chains of guilt.” She smiled.