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Author: Deanna Wadsworth
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Genre: Gay Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance, Paranormal
Off the Key West coast, Rief Lawson works as a wrecker, salvaging ships and their cargo. Exiled to the outskirts of society because of his mysterious gift of sight, Rief’s only respite from his loneliness is painting an unknown blond man. When a merchant ship wrecks during a violent storm, Rief rescues a drowning victim and comes face-to-face with his destiny.
It is the man from his art!
Heir to an English barony, Mathew Weston entered the merchant trade with his greedy father and soon-to-be father-in-law. Dominated by his father and smothered by the people around him—including his sweet but tiresome fiancée—Mathew is terrified to follow his true desires. Marriage and obedience seem safer than a life of secrecy and possible prison.
After the daring rescue, a fire ignites between the two men. Powerless to resist his desire, Mathew learns what it means to be a man in Rief’s arms. With this newfound confidence, Mathew teaches Rief through gentle touch that he deserves the affection he’s long been denied. Yet their affair is doomed from the start. Two desperate men, wrecked in heart and mind, must find a way to salvage the chance at love fate has given them.
Thank you for hosting me Prism Book Alliance!
My latest Dreamspinner novel WRECKED became available Friday May 15th, and I am thrilled by the positive responses I’ve already gotten. For those who haven’t seen it, what do you think of this marvelous book cover Paul Richmond made? I am just madly in love with it. And I hope readers will fall in love with Rief and Mathew on the page as well!
WRECKED takes place in an often forgotten pocket of American History, the age of the Florida Wreckers. Many are not aware that in the 1850s, Key West, Florida was the richest city in America per capita because of all the bounty brought in salvaging cargo from ships that wrecked on the Florida Reef. Of course this led to many disgruntled merchants—not only did they lose their cargo and/or ship because of a bad weather or poor navigation, but also because they had to pay the wreckers to salvaging what cargo they could. And in order to pay the wreckers, the merchant’s would need to sell the cargo they had intended to profit from at the nearest transshipment port—Key West.
This is the situation my two heroes, Matthew and Rief find themselves in. But there is more going on than just a salvaging Mathew’s wrecked ship.
Throughout my WRECKED Blog Tour, I have been sharing exclusive excerpts at all of my stops. Here is a scene where Rief, an artist, is sketcing Mathew after they made love.
Make sure you enter the rafflecopter contest for a chance to win a copy of WRECKED at the end of the excerpt.
Thank you Prism, and good luck to everyone in the contest!
Drowsiness overcame Mathew and he dozed while Rief drew furiously, sketch after sketch. He drew his face, his hands, his naked body, his hair. Mathew stifled a giggle when a page with his softened cock floated into the ever growing pile. But he didn’t think Rief even heard him, he was too immersed in his creations.
After a while, Rief got up from the bed and moved into his studio.
Curious, Mathew drew the blanket on and followed, a pleasant glow of warmth in his belly. He took a chair as Rief withdrew a blank canvas, already stretched over a wooden frame and as big as the one he’d painted Mathew on before. He selected a few choice drawings and began to set out paints, oils, brushes, and linseed oil. He said nothing as he prepared, so consumed he did not even dress, but worked in the nude. He brought a lantern near the easel and the light danced golden over his bare skin—skin Mathew had touched and felt pressed against his own.
Enthralled, he watched Rief’s naked form move, easy and graceful. The flickering glow of the candles highlighted his sculpted muscles, his strength and power. After a moment, the cat jumped onto the table beside Mathew, looking for attention. He patted his ebony fur absently as Rief took a wide brush and began to cover the blank canvas with a wash of umber. Once finished, he began mixing pigments. The colors were wild, vibrant. Intense.
What Mathew wouldn’t give to be able to capture a photograph of Rief as he stood there, bare and glowing before his art. Consumed with a secret need, hands flowing like water and limbs swaying with passion, he rendered his thoughts and emotions into something tangible. Rief was almost in a state of unconsciousness as he worked, wholly consumed. His devotion to his art, total and without hesitation was much like the way he lost all semblance of self to passion. Mathew couldn’t help feel a twinge of jealousy that when he was gone, the artwork would receive the affection Rief had once shown his body.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered sleepily, standing up to stretch.
Rief flinched and turned. “What?”
“Did you forget I was here?” He adjusted his blanket and joined Rief.
A blush stained his cheeks. “I’m sorry I was ignoring you, Matt. But I’m always by myself when I paint.”
“Don’t apologize. I like watching you. What I said was, I can’t believe this is happening.”
Placing his brush aside, Rief embraced him, leaving streaks of black charcoal and paint on Mathew’s skin and the sheet. “What? That you’re sharing a bed with another man?”
He sniffed and scooted closer, keeping the sheet over his shoulders. “Yes, exactly. I’ve always been afraid to do anything like this. But with you everything feels so natural, so easy. I’m completely relaxed.”
Rief grinned. “Getting your sugar stick sucked will do that.”
“I’m being serious.” He tightened his arms until they were both wrapped up in the sheet.
“You are?” Rief teased. Then without warning, he gave Mathew a sharp smack on the bottom.
“Hey, that hurt.” He scowled, annoyance threatening his good mood. “How should you like it if I did that to you?”
“I’d like it.”
He gave him a funny look, then scoffed. “You’re being absurd.”
“Am I? Did I or did I not just beg for your cock down my throat? You’re surprised I might like a little pain?”
“You mean to tell me, the idea of me paddling your bottom excites you?”
Leveling a sultry gaze on him, Rief smiled. “Sometimes pain can be erotic.”
He huffed. “You are teasing.”
“No, I’m not.” That wicked grin widened and Rief gently thrust his groin into Mathew’s stomach. There was no denying his genuine interest in such an activity when it pressed against him.
His throat tightened. “You want me to hit you?”
Rief kissed his neck then buried his face in his shoulder, whispering, “Yes. You can pretend that I was naughty.”
A hot pulse of arousal went through him. They’d agreed not to be embarrassed when they were together, but Mathew didn’t know if he would ever understand Rief’s needs. Why did this hero want to be pinned to a bed and have a cock shoved down his throat, or spanked like a child? Or weirder still, have a cock up his ass?
Though he didn’t understand, Mathew didn’t want to be selfish. He wanted to give Rief whatever he needed.
“You have been naughty,” he finally conceded, swaying his hips. Rief let out a breathless laugh. “Yes, and you’re my uptight schoolmaster who wants to punish me because I sucked off the pretty blond boy in class and not you.”
His heart raced at the image Rief presented. “That was a very naughty thing to do.”
“Are you going to do something about it, sir?”
“Indeed.” Smiling and thinking he could enjoy this game, Mathew took hold of his hand and led him back to the bed.
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About the Author
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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