Maggie Blackbird

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For my post, I am sharing an excerpt between Hunter and Chassis from Twisted Beauty, a m/m dystopian romance.

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

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If Hunter couldn’t get the gun, then plan B would suffice. He’d buy the time he needed for Mechanix to come searching. When the weight vanished from his back, blood flooded straight to Hunter’s fingers and toes.

“Get up.” The marauder continued to speak in his soft, cold tone.

Hunter almost cheered. He rolled onto his side. Then he squirmed like a turtle in its shell to give himself leverage. Finally, he achieved an upright position on his knees. Wet dirt covered his face and hair, but he didn’t flinch. He held his chin proud and high, finally getting the chance to again stare down the marauder, who kept the gun trained. The bastard’s eyes narrowed, head tilted to the side, maybe reconsidering the offer.

Hunter wet his lips. “Well?” He used his eyes to motion at the marauder’s crotch where not even a hint of a bulge showed. Oh great, this meant more work on his part.

Just as he inched forward, the marauder lifted the gun, pointing.

“I’m not doing anything,” Hunter spit out. Fuck, he had to come up with a name for this jerk, too. With the amount of time he was spending here, he’d think of him by the name the bastard deserved–Marauder. “I’m simply honoring a deal.”

“We have no deal,” Marauder whispered, still pointing the gun.

“I…I was hoping we’d have a deal. I’d take care of you, and you’d let me go.”

“Nobody’s ever left my presence alive.”

That was not the answer Hunter had sought. Clouds had moved in front of the half-moon, covering them in darkness.

Wait. “My neighbors…” You left them alive.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

No, Marauder wouldn’t. Humans didn’t exist in the eyes of vermin. People were mere causalities during a robbery, nothing more. The marauder had probably forgotten what Crooked Nose and Magpie looked like, the kindly couple Hunter enjoyed visiting at Voodoo Canyon who’d lost their precious goods to the man he was about to suck off.

“Well?”

Marauder continued to train the gun but undid the cord to his cotton pants.

Hunter kept his gaze peeled on the groin area. The marauder lowered the hem, baring a treasure trail of curly dark hair from his naval to what lay hidden beneath the pants.

Hunter’s mouth dried. It was real and happening. There was no way out but to blow the guy and try for that damned gun or pray to Wakan Tanka that Mechanix would arrive in the nick of time.

Marauder moved in, close enough for Hunter to get a whiff of pubes and sweat, the hottest aroma his nose enjoyed when lying over someone of his choosing. But this wasn’t of his choosing. This was survival.

For such a compact man with lethal lean muscles, Hunter hadn’t expected the marauder to possess graceful long fingers. He’d probably taken good notice because he couldn’t stop staring at the hem of the pants as the marauder wiggled the cotton material lower, giving a full view of more crotch hair snaking downward. When Marauder’s bare flesh hit Hunter’s gaze at full force, he had to stop himself from scrambling backward.

He lifted his chin higher, zeroing in on the flaccid flesh covering the marauder’s cock. Great, not only would he have to work the son of a bitch into a boner, he’d have to get the bastard hard enough to push back the foreskin. There wasn’t even a pearl of precum on the tip, and Hunter’s spit had vanished. This was going from bad to worse.

He leaned in.

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