Hello and thank you for hosting me and my pirate story
today! This was such a wonderful book for me to write! It came about by chance
when I was drawing an elf, messed up his left eye, and ended up with a one-eyed
pirate instead.
I have been afloat on imaginary seas with many favorite
authors of mine from Melville, to Conrad, to Patrick O’Brian and Björn Larsson
all of my life, so I pounced on the chance of writing a pirate story!
The original idea, as much as I had an idea at all, was to
keep it light and fun (and short… most of all short). I wrote a bunch of
dialogues very much at random in the first day, all of them full of banter,
innuendoes and bratty jokes and I thought that I would keep the story on that
note. But I didn’t have a plot, and I still missed one of the main characters,
and I had only the vaguest idea of what universe the story could be set in. For
a brief while I even considered making it a bit of tongue-in-cheek Tolkien fan
fiction. But then the muse spoke, and suggested such a dark twist to the main
character, Rikko’, that it became clear that the story needed to grow and to
have deeper layers.
And it began to fit very well into the fantasy universe
where my older novel Spellbreakers was set, and to connect rather neatly with
that story, although it’s not really a sequel to it, and it can be read as a
standalone. I hope you find my pirate as irresistible as I did!
Blurb:
Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war
between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores
of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate.
Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan
court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever
becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the
Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.
And here, after one night with Rikko’,
all his loyalties are put to the test.
Queen Amata has reigned for three
decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can
miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval
battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and
deadliest side.
From such darkness, is there any coming
back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?
(MM sex)
Excerpt:
“Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off
Gael’s shoulder with one hand. He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile
of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself.
She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come
here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both
tumbled down together, kissing.
Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those
tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself
be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable.
Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I
could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this
need…
But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose.
“Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on
his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and
took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently,
slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along
the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the
lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and
then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he
groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss
with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He
groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching
his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to
breathe, licking Rikko’s lips.
Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure,
but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the
little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so
wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed
softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not
wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have
his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that beautiful,
taut little butt.
“Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off
his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing
his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about
them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and
untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips.
“C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled
as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his
waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet.
Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You
too.”
He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a
lot. It just got in the way.
Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the
bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was
every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly
muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal,
full-grown but still uncertain of his body.
Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form
against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so
that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’
smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a
hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a
feel, a bit of foreplay.
He tugged at the lovely taut cock once.
Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and
then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’
found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his
belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it.
He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.
“Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he
could only laugh. I just barely touched him!
“Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally,
still laughing. “I’m drowned!”
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic,
“oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll
find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…”
Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him
back in bed.
“Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m
joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known.
Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing.
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BIO:
I have
entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime makes me
a cougar, ahem.
Almost all
my heroes and heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level.
Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than
anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts...
Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one
universe to the next.
I love
animals, plants, and occasionally even people.
Like the Highlander, I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and
there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe
passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are
set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.
I have been
writing since I can remember.
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