I got to thinking, when I’ve posted about Because of Jade (Vasquez and James novel coming from in May), I share so much about the Luki and Sonny’s relationship with the little girl, Jade, that you may think there’s no romance. On the contrary… Luki always delivers. For instance, here’s a very teensy excerpt that leads up to a long, hot night of spoiling Sonny and loving him senseless.
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I write slash romance, and confess I have only very tiny droplets of cloudy knowledge about Manga. I’d like to remedy that, and I am openly soliciting suggestions as to where I should begin. In fact, that is my contest! Leave me a comment with a suggestion for “beginner’s Manga”, and I’ll put your name in the hat for an e-book (your choice of the Vasquez & James series). And speaking of prizes, we cannot forget the blog hop grand prize! The info is here at Hayley B. James blog. Your comments here or on any blog participating in the Manga and Romance blog hop gets you entered, and there’s also scavenger hunt. Check it out, and comment, comment, comment.
I do know one thing about the subject, however, because my good friend Rhys Ford author of Dirty Kiss told me, and she does indeed know quite a bit on the subject. She said Manga was often about yaoi—boy love. And she said the perfect yaoi pairing is a seme, and an uke. Apparently, an assassin (or general badass as is Luki Vasquez), and an Uke, (the sensitive guy, like weaver Sonny James).
I also read a little essay that said people (women in particular) read slash because of the egalitarian dynamics of the love relationships and sexual interaction. Well… I’ve read a lot of romance, slash and otherwise. I find relationship and sex dynamics vary among all types of romances, some are egalitarian, some are not, most are in between, regardless of genders. I suppose Luki and Sonny are among the in-between, and I hope that doesn’t spoil their seme/uke image.
But why tell you how they are together, when I can show you? Here is one of my favorite ever sex scenes between Sonny and Luki. I hope you enjoy it (they do). By the way, this is not published, as it’s from the current WIP, Finding Jackie
Luki turned and looked at Sonny, knowing he had dropped his ice-mask in place, telling himself that at the moment he couldn’t let it melt, not even a little bit, not even for Sonny. Because if he did, he’d evaporate. Nothing would be left of Luki Vasquez but a fog in the wind. But Sonny stood there in the false-gold light of a tiny lamp, in a thin, ribbed muscle shirt and beat up jeans unzipped, silk boxers slipped haphazardly down to the fine hair that nested around his sex. Luki wanted, suddenly and badly, to pull that fabric down and see the beautiful penis—budding erection—that lay hidden there. Instead he raised his eyes to Sonny’s dark chocolate gaze, knowing that against his will he’d already let a tiny flicker of smile kindle deep in his own eyes. Knowing also that Sonny would see it. Because he was Sonny, and Sonny loved him.
Chill nonetheless, voice husky with sex and ice, he said, “Take off your shirt.” Sonny did. “Your jeans.” Watching, striving for cool distance, he commanded his own hands not to reach for the deep red silk under Sonny’s hand, where Sonny’s penis had begun to bloom long and sweet, shapely, just thick enough to be right. He fought down his racing heart, forced his breath to stay slow and steady, but he couldn’t help the sandy growl of his whisper. He locked his gaze again on Sonny’s eyes and pinned him there, forbidding him, without words, to move unless ordered.
The he said, “Your hand. Move your hand.”
Sonny followed the order, but slowly, deliberately, head tilted in coy seduction—his answer to Luki’s icy come-hither. Luki chewed his lip, let go of Sonny’s eyes and dropped them to his swollen sex. The head of Sonny’s penis pushed past the top edge of silk, dark and taut. Even as Luki watched, a drop of crystal clear precum pushed slowly out the slit at the tip. Luki stepped close, brought his lips almost to Sonny’s, but when Sonny went to kiss him he drew back. In answer to the surprised and maybe even angry look on Sonny’s face, Luki winked, leaving all the rest of the mask in place. He waited for Sonny’s faint smile before he continued.
“Touch nothing,” he said, and pushed Sonny’s hands out away from their bodies. “Nothing at all.” He grazed his lips over Sonny’s, barely touching, and that had the unexpected but delightful consequence of tightening Sonny’s nipples—which Luki discovered as he looked down to the beautiful, shining glans of his erection. He spared thumbs for those ultra-sensitive nubs before moving them to the heat emanating from Sonny’s sex. He bent down close and took in the unsurpassable scent of Sonny’s arousal. Flicking out his tongue, he collected that drop of crystal, natural lube, repeating the process when the first drop was replaced immediately by another.
Sonny, grabbed his hair—not unpleasant, but Luki raised his face to meet his lover’s eyes once more: “Touch nothing. Or I’ll stop.” Sonny looked so desperate that Luki knew it was like torture, but he hoped it was sweet torture, beautiful torture, rapture, instead. When Sonny unwound his hands from Luki’s curls, Luki pushed them out again, away from their bodies. He straightened so that he was face to face with Sonny, chewing his lip again while he let his thumb fall on the glans and circle. He brought his other hand to the shaft, snuck that thumb past the opening in the red silk and stroked up and down—slowly, so slowly that a shaky moan escaped Sonny’s lips. Luki shut it up with a hard kiss, raising both hands at once to Sonny’s shoulders and roughly drawing him up against his own, still-clothed chest.
“You have to be quiet, Sonny,” he said, still devouring his lips—unable to stop now that he’d started. “We have to be quiet in this place, and … and not too,” he chuckled, which wasn’t good for the icy action, but that was starting not to matter so much. “Not too exuberant—”
“Exuberant?” Sonny’s quip came breathless, but he quipped nonetheless.
Luki pushed his tongue past the half smile that went with Sonny’s words, sparred and played with Sonny’s, then pulled back. “Yes,” he said, trying to return to straight-faced Sonny-torture. “Yes, exuberant. I went to college.” Sonny’s laugh bubbled, and there went the whole charade. “I hate you, Sonny,” Luki said, but he was laughing, too, which he never would have thought possible five minutes earlier.
“Yeah, me too, Luki. But it’s no reason to cancel your plans. I think you were stroking my hard cock?”
How could such a conversation be taken seriously? Especially when the whole thing was whispered, and Sonny was standing naked but for his red silk boxers, and Luki had all his clothes on, including his gun. But now Luki followed instructions, reaching his whole hand down inside the heated silk to slide it along the smooth skin of Sonny’s penis. What a wonderful thing. Then Sonny was rubbing his long-fingered hand hard over the thick denim of Luki’s jeans and after a minute Luki felt ready to bust the seams. Their lips locked together until Sonny wrapped his free hand in Luki’s curls and tilted his head back.
“The gun, Luki. Lose the gun.” He added “please,” but to Luki that felt like a bow to convention.
And though he’d never in his life allowed anyone else to tell him to put his weapon away, he did as Sonny said, this time. Then he started pulling at his shirt. Sonny said, “Yes,” and lent his hand to the task.
Soon Luki stood naked, and he stripped Sonny’s boxers while dragging him down to the bed. They’re lips and tongues warred with each other in what seemed way more than a kiss. They both broke out in moans and whimpers, and had to part, each putting a hand over the other’s mouth. “Ssh,” Luki said.
“Quiet,” Sonny said at the same time.
They would have laughed, but they were way too hungry for each other by that time. Luki rolled Sonny under him, trying to move as little as possible while grinding their hips together. He put his lips right up against Sonny’s ear. “God you feel good, baby.” Then, after listening to Sonny’s breath come harder, “What do you want, Sonny?”
“No more teasing, Luki.” It sounded a little bit angry, a little bit like pleading.
“No, baby. No teasing. Just tell me. Do you want to fuck me? Or do you want me to fuck you? Or what?”
“Oh. Oh, it all sounds so good” Sonny’s laugh broke through for just a beat or two. “But mostly I want you in me. Yeah?”
Instead of answering Luki rolled almost on to his back, curling up the lowest knee and pulling Sonny up onto him, resting his lover’s back against his broad chest. The he remembered.
Sonny giggled, “Top drawer on your right.”
“You think of everything, huh?”
“Just the important stuff—Ah!” That last was in response to Luki pushing the head of his penis just inside the newly lubricated opening.
“Sh-sh! I’m serious, baby. We have to be quiet here.”
“I know, I’m sorry. You’re fault.”
Luki chuckled into Sonny’s ear. “I’ll be more careful. If it’s going to feel really good, I’ll warn you.”
Sonny groaned—quietly. “How did this really sexy thing turn into a B comedy?”
“Okay. No more jokes. Back to triple X.” Making good on that, he slid his penis in deeper, all the way, and began to stroke—not rough, but not too gently. Slow, not rocking the bed, nothing to tell the tale outside. He kept up the excruciatingly even rhythm until Sonny’s breath started to catch, close to climax.
“Luki,” he said, “God, Luki?”
“Yes, baby.” Luki wiggled his left arm under Sonny and put his hand near Sonny’s mouth, rewarded with Sonny’s sweet suck pulling all his fingers in to be lapped and teased with his tongue. That would work. More than one way to keep a lover quiet. His right hand he ran down over Sonny’s chest, teased the nipples on the way by but in too much of a hurry, driven by the sweet burn in his own sex, to stay and play. On down over the flat, hard belly, and straight down to the hot testes. Then up, grasping the long shaft of Sonny’s perfect erection, to stroke, stroke. Sonny’s left arm braced them both against the bed, and now he reached around with his right and took hold of Luki’s ass, pulling him in at the speed and rhythm he wanted. “Oh, Christ, Sonny,” Luki rasped. “It’s too close, baby. I can’t hold back. Come, Sonny. Come with me!”
In answer, Sonny buried his mouth in Luki’s hand and moaned, orgasm taking him completely.
Luki, too. He clamped his mouth over the hard muscle of Sonny’s shoulder, and came, the sweet spasm of every muscle and nerve jerking him into broken rhythm. His groin and belly pounding against Sonny’s ass, he rode the last long wave. Sonny clenched and pulsed around Luki’s penis, milking it, and his hot, salty semen poured into Luki’s hand.
I visited Goodreads this evening and discovered a warm-the-author’s-heart review of Delsyn’s Blues by a reader/reviewer named Lisa. The 4.25 stars are sweet, but the words she wrote left me feeling good all over. Here’s the link to Lisa’s review. (Many thanks Lisa.)
Incidentally the photo on this post is here for no reason except that I like it, and it was taken in the general area where Delsyn went into the woods, in Delsyn’s Blues, and it’s… that type of forest, likely to be spooky at night. Taken by Michael McKee, website here.
The day has arrived and Delsyn’s Blues is available now from Dreamspinner Press. You can get it there (click the cover image for a direct link), or if you have an account at All Romance Ebooks, it’s “live” there as well. Other venues will be Amazon, B&N, Rainbow Ebooks, and tons more.
You might be able to tell, I’m excited about this. This book is the 2nd in the Vasquez & James series, sequel to Loving Luki Vasquez. The guys run into a lot of trouble, and to get out of it they’d better really, really love each other. Scroll down for the blurbs and links (cover images) for both books.
Delsyn’s Blues, the second Vasquez and James novel, is counting down to release date on January 2nd, less than a month away. Today, I have the cover art to show you, and I’m really excited. The golden cover for Loving Luki Vasquez was created by Reese Dante, and the same artist has designed a cover for Delsyn’s Blues in soulful blues. Here it is!