We have RL Mosswood stopping by today with her new release Golden from NineStar Press
Author: RL Mosswood
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: September 25, 2017
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy, LGBT, Romance, fantasy, paranormal, gay, captivity, magic users, mythology, sailors, slave
Harem boy might not be the most appropriate role for someone who’s never really seen the appeal of sex, but Elin’s status as dahabi: golden in a land of tan and brown, has marked him for The Dragon’s service since birth. He’s content enough with his life of uncomplicated, if restrictive, luxury, until an unremarkable chore becomes a case of love at first sight.
Mysterious newcomer Hathar, a roguish “merchant adventurer” from far-off lands, ignites an exploration of Elin’s first taste of physical desire, as well as a desire to experience life beyond the palace. Now, they must find a way to escape before Hathar’s ship departs, stranding them forever in The Dragon’s harem.
In this excerpt, Hathar and Elin are chatting for the first time since their initial meeting ended a little awkwardly. Elin has been making himself scarce, which has left Hathar to try to make friends with the rest of the harem. It’s… not going so well.
“How do you stand these guys?”
Elin snorted. He didn’t know how to reply to that. It had never occurred to him that there was anything to “stand” exactly. The men he lived with were as much a fixture in his life as the walls of the palace. They were there, always with him and around him, so inescapable as to hardly merit thought.
Apparently no response was required because Hathar went on: “They act like I’m diseased. Every time I start to talk, they look at me like I’ve grown a second head, but then, when they talk it’s this endless blah blah blah about who beat who at wrestling and who The Dragon favors most, and I start wanting to crack heads together. But I don’t, because I’m trying to be polite, fat lot of good that’s done me. Do you know they’ve got me sleeping on the floor?”
In fact, that morning, Elin had noticed Hathar rising from a pile of spare quilts tucked into an alcove by the bedchamber door, but he’d assumed the exile was voluntary.
“I was assigned to a bed with Mary and Larry, or whatever their names are, but they told me I had to be in the middle and then made sure there was no middle. They kept throwing knees and elbows in my way until I gave up and left.”
“You mean Marik and Larin,” Elin volunteered.
“I probably do, but they call me Hithrik, so I guess we’re even.”
Elin had to laugh a little to hear the big man so peevish over petty slights.
“They’re afraid of you, of course,” Elin said, as the power dynamic among the men presented itself as a vague network in his mind.
“Marik and Larin are The Dragon’s favorites from our cohort. Everyone else has three to a bed, but they haven’t had to share since Kenik was expelled after he tried to murder Rian for replacing him in Salin’s affections. They wouldn’t be happy to give up that privilege under any circumstances, but then you, you’re…” He wasn’t sure he wanted to say out loud all the things that Hathar was. “You’re different than the rest of us. It’s easy to imagine The Dragon might prize you more highly. Of course, it’s also possible she won’t like you at all. I mean, she does seem to have a type.” A pack of four harem men, all with hair and skin in slightly varying tones of darkish gold walked past as if to illustrate the point.
“So then, from there, the fear would all trickle down,” Elin continued. “First you steal Marik and Larin’s bed. Next thing you know, The Dragon’s not calling them up as much anymore. The slightly less-favored men see her even less, and at the bottom of the pile, maybe one or two more end up as neglected errand boys like me. The way they see it, you can’t mean anything but trouble for everyone.
“Although if they had a little more foresight, they’d be sucking up instead of making things hard on you. That is, if it is true that they imagine you’re such a terrible threat. Or maybe they hope they can make you so uncomfortable that you won’t be able to perform for The Dragon when the time comes, and then they won’t have to worry about you anymore at all.” He paused.
“You’re not wrong though. They really are boring to talk to, even when they’re not afraid of you.”
That got a laugh from Hathar, a rich, warming sound that seemed to vibrate through the earth where they lay.
Hathar propped himself up on an elbow. “Can’t I just opt out of the whole Dragon thing? Lizard ladies really aren’t my style anyway. I’m happy to lie low and let the others have their fun.”
“Sorry,” Elin replied, “but it’s not that easy. She’ll send for you when she wants you, and the more she likes you, the more she’ll send for you.”
“But she doesn’t like you? That seems a little hard to believe.”
Elin glanced over again, this time to see that unnerving silver twinkle focused squarely on him, and blushed. “Well…no. You may have noticed I don’t really have a natural aptitude for the types of activities she most values.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. You seem clever enough. Surely you could make up for inborn talent with some careful study.”
The flirtatious tone in Hathar’s last words was unmistakable, and Elin lapsed back into contemplation, letting his mind expand as he focused once more on the shifting light.
R.L. Mosswood © 2017
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RL Mosswood lurks in the depths of the Pacific Northwest rainforest, where they dabble in queer fiction in an attempt to add a little magic to their otherwise mundane existence.
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