Thursday, November 7, 2013

Excerpt & Giveaway: Stung by K.A Merikan

Stung by K.A Merikan

Victor is a man of delicate sensibilities, not fit to do backbreaking labour on a farm ran by the mob. Upon arrival in Honeyhill, he decides he needs an anchor, an alliance with one of the guards, if he wants to survive. That anchor comes in the form of Crunch, a hunky ex-sailor with a pair of tight leather trousers and a ruggedly handsome face.
But from day one, Victor knows he won’t last long with the hard physical work assigned to him and the torment he suffers at the hands of a sadistic guard. He needs to run, and his new alliance might prove to be a burden instead of solace.

If Crunch wants Honeyhill liberated, he needs to focus on his job, not on protecting Victor, one of many new arrivals on the farm. Distraction is the last thing he needs after months of undercover work. But it’s hard not to get seduced by Victor's big brown eyes and fingertips that don’t know work. Hundreds of people depend on Crunch keeping his identity a secret, revealing it could be fatal for both him and Victor, and a failure of his mission.
Thankfully, Victor would never be dumb enough to try and escape through a forest that's swarming with zombies. Would he?

“Stung” is a standalone book and a part of the “Zombie Gentlemen” universe.


Crunch cleared his throat, gently moving his fingertips over Victor’s shoulder blade as they walked past the spot where Victor’s team had been working earlier. 

“Yeah, I got ya something betta’ than the fuckin’ porridge.” 

 He glanced at Victor in the darkness and couldn’t help but smile. The prisoner had the largest eyes he had ever seen on a grown man, dark brown with lashes so thick and long it bordered on obscene. Crunch let his gaze trail down the elegant, narrow nose to a luscious mouth that simply belonged with all that dark stubble on Victor’s chin and cheeks. Crunch would love to feel it scratching against his skin.

“You did?” And that voice. It was smooth as velvet. Crunch did feel velvet once so he knew.
“Poshy like ya prolly eats berries and uh... veal or somethin’?” 

He laughed and, after making sure they weren't followed, slid his arm around Victor's shoulders as they made their way towards the watchtower on the outskirts of the orchard. The fact that Victor was dirty didn’t matter much. That could be dealt with easily. He was too horny to care.

Victor looked up at him, wide eyed like a rabbit staring into the barrel of a shotgun. In the bright moonlight, Crunch noticed the prisoner had a mole below his lower lip, close to its right corner. He couldn’t wait to kiss it.

“You have veal?”

“Nah, but I do ‘ave some nice dinner for ya.”

Victor’s eyes focused on him for the longest moment. “Why are you being so nice?”

That got Crunch to slow down his pace. “I... there’s not much chance to bed someone here, ya know...”

Victor licked his lips, though it looked more like a gesture of nervousness than seduction. “I’ve been told the guards have someone to warm their beds whenever they wish.”

Crunch's mood soured, but he didn’t stop walking. “If ya ‘ave taste for rape,” he muttered with a pout. He certainly didn’t, and the lewd look on Victor’s face in the morning was what got him so excited in the first place. It showed genuine interest, not a trade-in for a steak and a bottle of whiskey. At least he hoped so. Victor’s chuckle fetched his attention back.

“You have a taste for courting. That’s a clean shirt, isn’t it?” Victor leaned closer into Crunch. Warm fingers ran down Crunch's torso, swirling over the buttons, all the way down to his belt. He swallowed, trying to keep his breathing in check, but his heart was already rushing in his chest. He wanted to feel those hands all over and pump straight into Victor’s juicy arse at the same time. Crunch hadn’t seen it yet, but he could bet it was as gorgeous as Victor’s face.

“Well... yeah.” He wanted to add something wittier, but it wasn’t coming, so Victor took over from him.

“Oh, I’m so embarrassed now about forgetting to wear my good shoes.” The grin he gave Crunch though was tinted by the tension around his eyes and the tight voice.

“I think ya don’t need‘em. Ya might even look betta’ without any clothes.”


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  1. Please count me in for the draw!! The blurb sounds too good to pass up and the excerpt is just icing on the cake.

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  2. Wow, does this ever sound different and extremely intriguing. Cover kinda made me shiver.

  3. *whimpers* Pretty, pretty please pick me. I've been dying for this book ever since I saw the cover (yummy), and that excerpt just got me so hot. Gah.


  4. I really like the cover! It's so different and yep, beautiful! :)
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  5. I'm really intrigued by this one, so I'm happy to have the chance to win it. Thank you!

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