April Fools Book Spotlight - Breaching the Lieutenant by Eva Lefoy

I was planning to write an April Fools post (well, not really), but Eva Lefoy offered to do it for me. What's an erstwhile blogger to do but accept the help with grace? Before we continue to her post, she wanted me to issue this disclaimer in utmost sincerity. For effect, please picture me trying to look grave and serious, while speaking in a low deep masculine voice.


The following excerpt contains hot sexual content, multiple expletives (including the one that starts with C and ends with K), and is from an M/M contemporary military romance. 

Has everyone who would rather not read this left the house? Good. On to Eva's post.

April Fool’s – You’re Gay! by Eva Lefoy

I have a friend who was born on April 1, aka April Fool’s Day. That’s one way to celebrate the unusual holiday. But what about if you found out you weren’t straight, but gay? Wouldn’t that be a heck of an April Fool’s Day? It happens. To more than one of my characters! Take Second Lieutenant Oates for example.

In Breaching the Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant Mark Oates is in the U.S. Army. It’s not a crime to be gay in the army these days, but you may have a hassle making a career of it all the same. Luckily, Oates has been in complete denial about his desire for cock, which sets up the whole premise – because his superior officer has noticed!

Here’s a Snippet:

“I’ve noticed that about you, Oates. That you don’t seem to care much – for girls.”

Oates bolted to standing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I see the way you check out guys in the shower room. You’re head over heels for cock, Oates, anybody ever tell you that?”

Oates it talking to Major Henderson, who, back in the days of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, knew a sergeant named Gunnar Evans. Gunnar was gay, out and proud, and tried to take on the Army but got dishonorably discharged instead. Now, Henderson sends Oates to Evans for a “valve adjustment.” What kind of adjustment do you think Evans gives him? Hint: there’s two. A physical one, and a mental one.

Here’s an excerpt from their first meeting:

“Stupid son of a bitch!”

Oates followed the voice, careful not to disturb the tenuous towers of clutter. He thought he recognized a drill-sergeant tone in the curse. “Sir?”

He rounded the corner. A thick pair of legs stuck out from under a Volvo. Mark shook his head sadly. Volvos were a bitch to work on, no wonder the man was crabby. “Sergeant Evans? Is that you?”

Jean-clad legs scooted out first, then a crotch, then a naked, well-defined stomach with a definite eight pack. Oates caught his breath and tried not to look any closer, besides he’d seen this a million times in the barracks. A half-dressed man was nothing new. But the wide, dark bronzed chest that appeared next made him gasp. Thick rings pierced both nipples and Mark’s crotch tightened at the sight. Jesus. That’s fucking hot. He shifted from foot to foot, trying to get a little air between his legs, but the man’s bulging biceps gave him no respite. Good lord, this man was ripped. A head popped out, a flash of silver at the temples on an otherwise perfect close-cut crop. The man fixed a stare on him, and Mark straightened his back, damn near giving a full salute despite the fact he outranked the former sergeant.

“Who wants to know?”

“Uh, Second Lieutenant Oates, sir.” He did his best to look apologetic, but his nerves were a tangled mess. The man’s muscles bunched and rippled as his made his way up from the dolly. Black smudges of grease here and there only added to the manly allure of the canvas in front of him. Damn, but his cock surged at the sight of the mechanic’s full stature. This was no man he’d ever seen before. This man’s body was perfection.

The mechanic wiped off a wrench and tossed it in the toolbox without moving his penetrating gaze. “Oates?”

“Yes, sir. Major Henderson sent me. Sir.”

One of Evans’ eyebrows rose. “He did, did he?”

“Yes, sir.  Said you could help me with a little problem I’m having.” Damn, was that a twinkle in Evans’ eyes?

“Oh? What’s that?”

Oates shifted uncomfortably. He felt silly asking this mountain of macho man in front of him for help, but if he didn’t, he’d never make Captain. Henderson would be sure to ride him on this. He ducked his head, and rubbed the rising burn on the back of his neck. “Uh, he said I needed a valve adjusted, and you were just the man to do it.”

“Oh, did he now?”

The most gorgeous, most muscled chest he’d ever seen in his life came to stand mere inches from his own. Looking closer at it, he could see the little stray grey hairs strewn across it like confetti from tanned brown nipple to tanned brown nipple. The piercings called to him, demanding he sample them with his tongue. Oh, fuck. I’m so screwed if he sees how hard I’m getting. Swallowing, he collected himself and lifted his head.

Evans rocked back on his heels and Oates fought the urge to reach out and bring that gorgeous manly chest closer again. “Well then, let’s get you started.” The smile Evans sent him as he swept his commanding gaze up and down Oates’ body held both a challenge and blatant appreciation.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Evans was gay? Holy hell. Henderson had sent him here as some kind of test, and right now he was dangerously at risk of failing. Was he supposed to feign indifference to the hot former sergeant in front of him? Yeah, that was totally gonna happen. It has to. Get it in gear, Oates.  He swallowed.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” He’d agree to anything to get this man back under a car and give his nerves a chance to settle. Right now they were going a million miles an hour, straining his control. His desire to touch the man ratcheted up a notch every second spent in his presence.

Evans motioned to the tool box. “Hand me that crescent wrench over there.”

He spun toward the tool box, thankful for a job. After plucking a crescent wrench from the pile, he pivoted to hand it to Evans only to find Evans standing right behind him, pressing his naked chest against his back, his cock into the crease of his ass. The sergeant’s stiff rod wasn’t any softer than his own. Mark’s heart skipped a beat and his throat went dry as he stifled a groan of desire.

“Thanks.” Evans snaked the wrench from Oates’ slackened grip. “Say, Oates. Have you ever had anything… up your ass?”

After Evans breaches every part of Oates’ defenses, it’s up to Oates to make some hard decisions about his sexuality and his future. This is a quick, hot little read that was fun to write and I hope it makes you think of more naughty things that could go on in a mechanic’s shop.

Happy April Fool’s Day!

~ Eva

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About Eva Lefoy

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Author Interview - Anna Zabo

Welcome to my stop on the Absolutely Erotic Blog Hop! This May, we showcase erotica and erotic romance authors from the Absolute Write forums. Interviews are posted each day, and when it’s all said and done, some lucky commenter will win a huge prize!  Click here for the entire blog schedule, details about the contents of the prize, and how to win an armload of ebooks, a $25 Amazon gift card, and more. Today, I’m hosting Anna Zabo . We first met on the Absolute Write forums, and she’s the lovely lady who introduced me to the #SFFSAT blog chain. We’ve commented on each other’s blogs and chatted on Twitter (@amergina), so hopefully she feels quite at home.

Incidentally, this is my first time interviewing anyone, so please pardon the excitement.

Hi Anna, can you tell me a little about your latest release?

Hi Tara, thanks for having me! My latest release is Slow Waltz, a Spring Fling short story from Loose Id. It’s an m/m erotic paranormal romance and continues the story of Rhys and Silas from Close Quarter. However, Slow Waltz is stand-alone, so it can be read without having read the other book.

It’s about Rhys coming to terms with the relationship he’s suddenly found himself in. And about dancing and learning to trust your partner.

Let’s chat about the two male protagonists in Slow Waltz and Close Quarter. I’m most interested in their physical attributes—they look quite fetching in the cover art.

I adore the cover art! *sigh* It’s actually very close to how I picture them. Rhys is jus about spot on, from his reddish hair to his very green eyes and that smirk. He’s about 5’11” and pretty well-built. He’s a sculptor who specializes in larger works in metal, stone, and wood, so he’s used to hauling around some pretty heavy objects (often mechanically assisted, but still).

Silas is a bit taller than Rhys at 6’, has dark, near black hair that likes to settle into waves if it gets too long. He was born in what is now central Italy, so think Mediterranean sun-kissed skin and classic features, with amber eyes. That’s what a human would see, for the most part. As fae, he’s pretty much stunningly beautiful to every human near to the point of enthrallment, if he’s not glamoured. Rhys isn’t affected by that, though.

Now that you’ve got my heart all a flutter, tell me about their paranormal abilities. What cool powers do Rhys and Silas have?

Silas is a forest and field fae, so he can manipulate plant life to some extent. Make it grow a bit faster, cure any disease or damage. But he also can take that energy into himself and use it to become faster and stronger. To heal himself or other fae and humans. Lack of access to plant energy won’t kill him, but being wounded away from energy to heal himself can.

You know, like on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean. 

All fae have the ability to glamor themselves and others around them. So they can pass for human and often hide what they’re really doing, even in a large crowd.

Rhys is one quarter fae, which is extraordinarily rare. Legend has it that quarters are vast batteries of energy that a fae of the same element can harness, but the quarter fae has no inherent talent to use the energy at all. Let’s just say that legends aren’t always correct. Even fae legends.

If they were both at a bar, what kind of drink would they prefer? (Not that I’ll try to bump into them or anything)

Silas likes hard things. *cough* Like single-malt Scotch. Rhys is more of a beer kind of guy. But he’s learning to enjoy hard things too.

*Laughs* I hope he learns quickly. By the way, those are two really cool names. Are Rhys and Silas namesakes of someone you know?

Nope! Silas got his name because I was hunting down Roman names and came across Silvanus, which seemed perfect for a forest fae. Silas is a variant of that.

Rhys is a name I’ve always loved, and that seemed to roll of the tongue well with Silas.

Sometimes, the names just happen...Rhys is one of those characters whose name just was there.

Of all the ballroom dances they could learn, why the waltz?

I wanted something elegant. But also something fairly easy to learn! The actual steps to the waltz aren’t hard.

Why did you set Rhys and Silas’ stories on a cruise ship?

I had a dream about a fae vampire hunter on a cruise ship. It was much more action-oriented and kind of steampunky, but the idea stuck with me. And it seemed like a nice problem for a forest fae to be stuck in the middle of an ocean...quite literarily out of his element!

Were you inspired by any cruise line in particular?

I spent a lot of time on the webpage of the Queen Mary 2, just to get the feel of a larger, luxury cruise ship. While I was writing Close Quarter, I took a Mediterranean cruise with HollandAmerica, on a much smaller ship (the Prinsendam) and that helped inform a lot of the things about cruising in general.

Lucky you. So where exactly on this cruise ship did they first do the naughty things?

Silas gives Rhys a rather spectacular hand job in a hallway...

*Fans self* And I’m sure it gets much hotter elsewhere. Since we’re trying to keep this PG--If you could only meet one of them in real life, who would it be?

Rhys. He’s more down to earth and human. I adore Silas, but he’s a little otherworldly at times. Rhys is someone I could sit down with, drink beer, eat popcorn, and watch an awful movie.

What’s the most romantic scene these two share?

Probably the one in Slow Waltz where they dance with each other in public.

Now you’ve got me all dreamy eyed. *Pleading Look* Do you have more adventures planned for Rhys and Silas?

Yes. There’s at least one book set in New York, once they arrive, since there are some loose ends that need to be wrapped up there. That may take more than one book, though.

There will also be a book featuring Vasil, the waiter who ends up seeing far too many things otherworldly in Close Quarter.

What writing project(s) are taking up all your time these days?

I’m working on the Vasil book and also an m/m contemporary novella about a guy who has a fantastic on-night-stand while on vacation, only to come home and find that his ‘stand is the new CEO.  Ooops.

Are you active on social media? Where can fans hunt you down?

I am! I’m on twitter here: http://twitter.com/amergina And I blog here: http://www.annazabo.com And I’m on FaceBook here: http://www.facebook.com/AnnaZabo

Where can readers buy Slow Waltz?

Slow Waltz is $0.99 from Loose Id.

Thank you for visiting this stop on the Absolutely Erotic Blog Hop! Please be sure to visit Anna Zabo’s blog tomorrow to read an interview with Scarlet Day, and comment for more chances to win the grand prize!

Slow Waltz

New lovers Rhys Matherton and Silas Quint finally have a chance to breath easy and enjoy a well-earned respite on board a transatlantic cruise to New York City. But the lack of danger gives Rhys too much time to think about the enormity of falling in love with a man who isn’t human. He’s not sure love at first sight can last, especially when your lover is fae. Sure, the sex is fantastic, but that’s not enough to hang the rest of your potentially immortal life upon.

To distract himself, Rhys suggests he and Silas take a set of lessons to learn to waltz. The plan backfires when they are paired with two older women—one of whom reminds Rhys of his recently deceased mother. Instead of being able to ignore thinking about his future with Silas, he’s actively questioned about his lover. And it seems the whole boat knows who he’s sleeping with.

As Rhys learns the steps of the waltz, he has to decide if he’ll continue to dance around what he feels for Silas or if he’ll finally learn to trust in his partner’s love for him.

About the Author

Anna Zabo writes erotic paranormal romance and fantasy. She lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, which isn’t nearly as boring as most people think. A lover of all things fae, and wonderful, she looks for the magical in the cracks of her city.