I’m celebrating a new release today: Twisted Beauty, a m/m dystopian romance now available at Extasy Books.
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His community or his enemy. He can’t have both.
Deep in the badlands, long after the fall of modern civilization, Hunter patrols the area as the war chief for his Lakota community. His latest mission is to hunt down a marauder who robbed his neighbors of their precious goods. He’ll act as this man’s judge, jury, and executioner.
Having lost everything at his former Ojibway encampment, Chassis is far from home. He wanders the badlands, a grim reaper bringing death to those with what he needs to survive. But there is one man courageous enough to challenge him.
When the duo faces off, neither expects the sizzling chemistry to erupt between them, nor for their duel to touch what both have denied themselves. Now they must choose to either remain together and sacrifice their beliefs, or go their separate ways, losing what they’ve spent their lives searching for—love.
Genre(s): M/M Dystopian Romance, LGBTQ+, First Nations Romance, Native American Romance
Heat Rating: Level 4 (violence, dubious consent)
Publication Date: November 3, 2023
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Chassis tossed back his braid and at the same time released his cock from Mr. Defender’s mouth. His breathing remained heavy, but gathering his bearings was out of the question. The friend was within close range. The hoot from an owl seconds ago was similar to the old Ojibway bird call to alert an ally, something he’d done with his buddies as a young boy while playing in the thick woods when he’d lived on the vast lake in the old spot once known as northwestern Ontario.
Mr. Defender’s so-called trick had worked—he’d bought time by offering the blow job. Chassis shouldn’t have purchased the man’s ploy, but it had spared him from doing what he’d sworn to never do to a captive.
He kept the gun trained while wiping his dick on the broad shoulder of the man’s buckskin jacket. “Thanks for the head.”
Mr. Defender remained on his knees. Not flinching. Not scowling. The sharp stare never left the gun.
Chassis bent to retrieve his jacket lying on the backpack. He slid his arms into the sleeves of the leather garment, pulling at the collar to fit it close to his body for warmth after standing bare-chested for half an hour.
Fully dressed, he used his free hand to retrieve Waabooz’s cage. He tucked the bedroll under his armpit and slung the strap of the backpack over his shoulder. All he had left to do was leave. But his feet didn’t move. They remained planted in the damp ground.
He almost had to push himself to vacate his campsite. The owl call and the passing of at least thirty minutes was a for-sure sign this friend was a breath away from aiding the man. A hasty exit was imperative. However, as much as Chassis wanted to leave, he couldn’t help stroking the man’s oval-shaped face with his gaze one last time.
Strong shoulders, long legs, lightly tanned skin, and the fierce courage of an alpha wolf laced with the uncompromising standards of its mate. Quite true. To win the bitch over, the top dog had to possess the wherewithal because its potential mate wasn’t easy to impress. Nature demanded she choose the best of the best to sire her pups, ensuring a prosperous generation.
Chassis also had a hunch the man wouldn’t have allowed any ol’ Joe Blow to stick their sausage in his mouth. A shiver rippled through his limbs while they continued to stare at each other. Defiance was in the man’s proudly held chin and flashing gaze.
The urge to stroke Mr. Defender’s cheekbone stirred in the top of Chassis’ fingertip, along with the temptation to free the man’s hair of its ponytail. Already, stray strands had escaped during their wrestling match for the gun that was now his.
It was as if the half-moon had stood still and the clouds hadn’t drifted past the glowing orb in the sky. For well over a decade, he’d had no desire to touch another human being. Not after…
“Drop it.”
The two firm words prickled the back of Chassis’ neck. He silently cursed himself for his stupidity, all because he couldn’t walk away from the damned defender.
From out of the shadows, a shotgun trained, emerged the comrade who’d piloted the Camaro during the chase. Much to Chassis’ displeasure, the friend ignored the man who remained on his knees and kept his beady-eyed stare on him.
Maggie Blackbird 