Today is my very first time participating in this blog hop. I’ve known about it for a while now, but since most of my romances tend to be on the sweet side I haven’t really felt like any of my writing really fit the bill to participate. Until now. My new romantic suspense/urban fantasy novel, Gabriel, debuted on Friday. Let me just tell you, Gabriel and Lucas have some highly charged sexual tension, and they are well aware they need a way to relieve it.
Just over two hours later, Gabriel came back through the door feeling relaxed and refreshed. It wasn’t the fantastic euphoria that followed a kill, but it felt good. Or at least it had. He was barely back home two minutes when the relaxation gave way to restlessness. Lucas’s presence was everywhere. Looking around, Gabriel couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made it feel that way. It wasn’t like Lucas had clutter strewn everywhere, at least not outside of the guest room where he was staying. If anything, Lucas had clearly made an effort to be respectful of Gabriel’s space.
The only visible signs of his presence in the common rooms of the house were his breakfast dishes drying in the drainer in the kitchen. But Gabriel could feel him everywhere. He’d hardly noticed it earlier, but it was all over and nearly smothering—like an invisible cloud of static electricity that set his nerves on edge and made the hairs on his arms and neck stand on end. And that wasn’t the only thing that stood at attention.
What the hell? It was hard enough fighting the constant attraction when Lucas was around, but he couldn’t even be alone in his own home without getting a raging hard-on? What kind of bullshit was that? He did enough wrong in his life that he wouldn’t be particularly surprised if fate decided to punish him, but this wasn’t punishment. It was torture. Why the hell had he ever agreed to let Lucas stay? He remembered Lucas crying in his arms and his fierce need to protect him, and that image did nothing at all to abate his erection. He adjusted himself in his jeans and hoped for some relief, but when none came, he gave in to the inevitable and slipped into his bathroom.
Gabriel shucked his clothes at speed, turned the shower on hot, and stepped in. He groaned as the hot water poured over him. In his mind he held Lucas in his arms, and felt the heat as his smaller body trembled against him. He imagined it was not from tears but from need.
Like hot silk over hard bone, he fantasized Lucas’s skin against his own and the unique presence that was undeniably Lucas. He barely had to touch himself. He used the soap to lather his hand and fisted his cock a handful of times. Lost in a mix of memory and imagination, his body went tight a split second before his release exploded out of him.
Gabriel leaned forward and braced his hands against the wall. He let the water wash over him while he caught his breath. Then he picked up the soap, quickly washed off, and turned the water to cold to school his body back into submission. A lingering sense of guilt nagged at the back of his mind. But his guilty fantasy was as close as Gabriel was ever going to get to Lucas, and God help him, he wanted to enjoy it.
Gabriel Ingram is running from his past. It’s common knowledge at the college where he teaches that he’s a former CIA technical analyst, but no one knows the things he really did—or about the rage and bloodlust that are his constant companions. He’s holding on to his normal life with both hands, but he knows someday he’ll lose his grip.
Lucas Craig is a social worker studying to become a family therapist. For reasons Lucas can’t understand, the normally reclusive Professor Ingram takes an interest in him, and Lucas secretly hopes their friendship might become more.
Sheesh Then Eric, Lucas’s roommate, disappears. Lucas is frantic. The police are no help. With nowhere else to turn, Lucas begs Gabriel for his expertise.
What starts as a simple errand to help a friend becomes a journey into a violent world of gangs and human trafficking—one that will bring Gabriel face-to-face with the forces intent on stealing his soul. But Lucas might be the one who can save him—if Gabriel can get them out alive.