Welcome to a stop on the Dirty Birdie Flock Hop! We’re talking eye-candy today and folks who comment here will be entered in a drawing for the Dirty Birdies Flock Hop to win a $100 GC grand prize (you can enter at each flock hop stop)!
Speaking of eye candy… I adore these covers!
The first is by April Martinez, and features Rhys (the ginger) and Silas (the dark-haired man in the back). The second is by Fiona Jayde. The Spring Fling cover is shared by several authors, so you may have seen it around, but it’s also the spitting image of Silas, so I like to pretend that she made it just for me.
I adore Silas and Rhys, as well! And yes, for anyone wondering, I have more planned for them. *rubs hands together and laughs*
There’s a small excerpt from Close Quarter at the bottom of the post that’s both a bit dirty and a bit tasty, for those who haven’t met Rhys and Silas.
But first I want to talk a bit more about eye candy. When it comes to men, I’ve found that some of the best eye candy is fully clothed. For instance this:
Isn’t that just lovely? That’s Tyrone Power, BTW. At first, I thought it was just a suit thing. I am rather fond of sharp dressed men.
But then there was this ad that I spotted while I was wandering around the Internet, and it stopped me and made me go “Guh!”:
And decided it was actually formal wear. (There’s more of that here, if you want to look at photos of lovely men in non-western formal wear.)
Double Guh. Maybe it’s that I have a thing for dark haired guys? (Yes, yes I do.)
Rhys, one of the heroes in Close Quarter, has a thing for a particular dark-haired stranger he just met (and spilled a large tray of drinks on)…
Short, loose black curls, like something out of ancient art. That tanned face needed to be carved into stone. Or sculpted in clay. Or traced with fingers and lips…
Not a chance in the world, not after dumping a tray of drinks on him. But the least he could do was try to set things right.
Rhys saw his target not too far down the hall. He caught up with the man and grabbed the guy’s arm. “Wait. Let me—”
The dark-haired man whirled about, pushed Rhys into a short hallway, and rammed him against the wall. Hard. “I said I don’t need your money.”
A rich, deep voice and eyes the color of honey. An accent Rhys could not place. The man had wrapped his fingers around Rhys’s throat. His other hand pinned Rhys against the wall. Strong. Fast.
A tick of apprehension traced down Rhys’s spine. “How about an apology?” His voice was steadier than he felt.
Maybe it was the alcohol clinging to the man’s hair and clothes. More likely it was the hot press of his body, but Rhys could barely draw a breath. Fear. Desire. God, he was hard already.
“I don’t need your apology either.”
That dismissive scorn unlocked anger in Rhys. He was so tired of people looking at him like he was nothing more than a simpering piece of shit. He pushed the man back but only managed inches of distance. “I’m trying to be nice here! What do you want? Should I get down on my knees and beg your forgiveness? Lick the drinks off your body?”
Oh fucking brilliant. What a thing to say.
The man chuckled. That, too, was rich and dark. “Would you like that?” The man shifted his body and pressed his thigh into Rhys’s crotch, right against his very hard cock. Pinpricks of heat ran up Rhys’s spine, spread around his head.
Rhys let out a soft moan. Damn it.
“Ah, so you would.” Mockery in the man’s words. Lust too. One hand kept Rhys pinned, but the other released Rhys’s throat. With those fingers, the man brushed Rhys’s lips.
Pineapple. Cherry. Heady flavors. Rhys couldn’t help it. He ran his tongue over the digit and then sucked it into his mouth. The man obliged him, feeding him one finger after another to clean.
Damn, this guy tasted good. It couldn’t just be the drinks. What the hell?
When there were no more fingers, the man leaned in even closer. “That was very well done.” Hot breath caressed Rhys’s cheek. “Let’s see what you can do with something else.”
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