Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Tuesday Teasers - Vicktor Alexander

iStock_000027538366XSmallLet’s Have A big Tuesday Teaser Welcome To my Guest Author, VICKTOR ALEXANDER

About Vicktor:

Hi all! I’m Vicktor Alexander but everyone calls me “Vic.” Southern gentleman by day, completely displaced and living in New York, and a writer and purveyor of steamy, sticky, hot man on man (sometimes on man on man on man on man on man) sex. I wrote my first story at the tender age of 10 about my youngest biological sister and her destruction of the world…with her breath. The stories didn’t stop there and it wasn’t long or much of a shock to those who knew me well, before I was writing interracial historical romances. I quickly realized that my heroes seemed much happier when they were hanging out with other guys (aren’t we all?) and that was when I discovered the M/M genre.

I now enjoy writing about shifters, humanoids, cowboys, firemen, rent boys, fairies, elves, dancers, doctors, Doms, Subs, and anything else that catches my fancy, all sexy men falling in love with each other and having lots of naughty, dirty, man-on-man sex. I am the author of the best-selling series, The Tate Pack (which still blows my mind) and am a huge fan of the “happily-ever-after” ending. But while all my characters all ride off into the proverbial sunset, all sexually satisfied and in love (because it’s the least I can do), they all bear the scars of fighting for that love, just like in real life. I am never satisfied with only one genre, and every book that I write tends to fall into more than one category and has each main character experiencing more than one orgasm.

Out and proud, I don’t believe that love only comes in one form, one race, one gender and that not only is gender fluid, by sexuality as well. I loves to make people laugh (and guys hot) and when I’m not writing, or rather, procrastinating in writing, I’m reading, playing the Sims 3, hanging out with my very supportive adopted family, talking to my adopted daughter whom I call Chipmunk, seeking the man or men who can handle my crazy, stressful, soap opera-esque life and being distracted from said writing by pictures of John Barrowman and Shemar Moore.

 And here’s his snippet: 

“I think we should paint this room before we move everything in,” ***** said with a smile as he looked over at ***.  The cowboy had been acting strange all afternoon.  First he’d taken everything and shoved it into the bedroom.  Then he’d rushed **** out of the house, telling her that ******** and *** had lunch for her at their house and that she could stay with them if she were planning to spend the night.  After **** had left, he’d leaned against the front door, crossed his arms and just grinned at *****.  ***** was slightly nervous by ***’s sudden mood shift and he found himself babbling to cover his nervousness.

“I think that’s a great idea,” *** agreed before pushing away from the door and walking over to the love seat against the wall. *****  followed him and with a shy smile helped him to lift the love seat and carry it into the kitchen.  They moved quickly but carefully and moved all of the furniture, paintings and electronics from the living room into the kitchen and the dining room before laying down huge pieces of blue tarp that *** brought in from the barn that he laid down over the beautiful cherry hardwood floors to protect them from paint splatters.  *****’s jaw dropped and his breath stuttered in his chest when *** removed his shirt before beginning to paint.  Adjusting his rapidly growing erection in his cut-off shorts, ***** fanned his suddenly flushed face with his red tank top and turned back to his wall to begin painting.

Both men painted steadily for five minutes before ***** growled in frustration.

“I need some music.  This is tedious and boring if I can’t listen to music,” he admitted and he heard *** chuckle behind him.]

“Well, why don’t you turn on some music then?” *** asked him before turning back to his wall to continue painting.

With a determined nod, ***** walked out of the room and returned shortly after with his iPod and his iPod Home system and after getting them both set up in the middle of the room, with the iPod home plugged into an extension cord leading into an outlet in the kitchen, he turned on his iPod listening device.  Scrolling through the songs he came across a song that he thought was perfect for what they were doing.  With a grin he pressed play and the throbbing beat of “Paint” by Travis Garland and **** began to play.

With a grin, ***** rolled his hips and danced back over to the wall and his paint tray.  He became so entranced by the song, which he had put on repeat, and what he was doing that he didn’t even notice that *** had walked up behind him and began to dance closely behind him.  ***** moaned and pressed his ass back into ***’s groin.  The two men continued to dance seductively with each other, the beat of the music matching the beats of their heart and the throbbing in their erections.  ***** felt so safe and treasured with ***’s arms wrapped around him from behind., the bigger man’s paint splattered hands rubbing across his chest, with his hardened nipples and his slim but muscled thighs.

When ***’s hands left paint streaks on his skin, ***** squealed and pushed away.  The desire darkening ***’s eyes gave him momentary pause but with effort he continued with his rant.

“***!  You got paint all over my clothes and my skin!” he stated in exasperation, his hands on his hips.  He expected *** to apologize profusely, he didn’t expect for the larger man to bend over and stick his two large hands in one of the paint buckets and to toss the paint directly at him.  The paint landed in his beautiful black hair, the dark red streaking his curly locks, and all over his torso, neck, legs and face.  With another squeal he raced over to another bucket of the dark red paint and stuck his own hands inside before tossing the paint back at ***.  It wasn’t long before the two of them were tossing paint all over each other, the walls, the fireplace, the front door and all over the tarp that covered the floor.

***** laughed breathlessly when *** scooped him up in his arms and pressed his face into the smaller man’s neck.

“Say you surrender,” *** growled.

“Never,” ***** giggled as *** tickled his sides before lifting him into the air.  Without thought ***** locked his legs around ***’s waist, his arms around the cowboy’s neck.

“Surrender,” *** demanded playfully again before nipping gently at *****’s earlobe.  ***** shuddered as lightening raced from his ear through his head, his chest and his legs before settling in his groin, his erection growing to full mast at the feeling.

“N-n-never,” ***** panted.  *** knelt on the floor and laid ***** down upon it before lifting up his shirt.  He pressed his lips against *****’s throbbing pulse in his neck.  He made his way down the smaller man’s chest, taking small bites and placing small kisses across the skin.  ***** shuddered when he felt the raspy touch of ***’s tongue upon his erect nipples.  *** licked around and around the nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.  He then pulled at the erect nub with his teeth and pulled the flesh taut almost to the point of pain before releasing it.  ***** groaned, his hands coming up to clutch at and touch the firm, muscled flesh of this bigger man.

*** moved over to the neglected nipple, while his fingers came up to play with the wet nub he’d just left.  *****’s hips began to thrust up, seeking something firm to rub against, the desire had become an ache inside of him and he needed something to ease it.  He needed *** inside of him.

Your mission is to guess which Vicktor Alexander book this comes from, you know the drill. Email me at zamaxfield @ zamaxfield dot com and put Teaser Tuesdays in the subject line. Guess the name of the book and I’ll draw the winner before next Tuesday ——



Tuesday Teasers - Vicktor Alexander

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