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Friday, May 29, 2015

Unalloyed Love: a story of love, death and redemption

Hello everyone, 
Carson here to give you that monthly heads up to what you'll see this month.  I've decided to kick off Vampire Month a little early since we didn't have anyone posting this last posting day of May. If you like reading about the sexy, dark princes of darkness, you'll want to come back often during the month of June. The vampire stories you will see will run the gambit from sweet to erotica and all the subtle stops in between. Come back often and tell a friend what you read here!


As I am writing this blog post, a pair of ice-blue piercing eyes watches me from an old painting on the wall. I have been drawn to this portrait since my childhood. My mother painted it when she was but a girl, so the portrait has always been around ever since I remember. When I was a kid, I spent hours watching the young man whose pale somewhat sad face emerges from the shadows. He watches back and he is waiting. When I was a teenager, I wrote a short story about this portrait. Some twenty years later, that little piece expanded into Unalloyed Love, a two-part tale of love, death, and redemption.

An excerpt:
Nobody danced laska anymore. And still its passionate, seductive tune caressed Kemen's ears. He heard the violins and spinets and lutes playing it for him and Ferran. He saw every detail of the candlelit ballroom where he hadn't laid his foot for three hundred and fifteen years. He held his Ferran's hand as they together whirled in the middle of the room. Bright candlelight everywhere, reminding him of the light of day. Tall windows between him and the night outside... and the dusk inside him. He fought it then, the coming darkness. It seemed possible when he felt his lover's breath under his palm as the steps of the dance brought them together in a loose embrace. Four forceful steps forward, four back. Leading and being led. Ferran's lips opened ajar in desire for him. The scratchy feel of his brocade doublet. Its sheen like moonshine entrapped in silver cloth. His warm breath on Kemen's cold lips. Mint and hazelnuts in its waft. The squeeze of his hot hand. Seduction spanning time and space.
There were sunsets when Kemen felt and saw every moment of their last dance. In his feverish sunset dreams, he still had his Ferran. In them, he wasn't Emptiness. Yet. And then he woke up and was who he had been for three hundred and fifteen years.
Now Ferran's green-blue eyes watched him only from an old painting. They seemed to be alive and always on him. Every night.
Every night Kemen sought another trace of life in his lover's pale face that hadn't lost anything of its allure for three hundred and fifteen years. But there was none. Even the gleam in his eyes was just an echo of the bygone painter's skills mingling with Kemen's impossible dream. The colors of the portrait had darkened over the centuries and the canvas had acquired pitiful cracks, and memories couldn't be relived.
Even as I sit here and just re-read these words that I have read so many times before, it makes my eyes smart. For me, this is the pain of immortality concentrated in a couple of paragraphs. If you suspect that my writing is darker than the standard of romances, you're right. My novels always have a strong romantic drive and portray sizzling passion vividly, but aren't classical romances. They're a mix of gay historical fantasy, romantic suspense, dark romance, and sensual drama. I believe that love is stronger than death but rarely walks straight paths – that's mirrored in my books too. The men who are together in the beginning of the tale, may not be together at its end. They may find their true love much later in the course of a story than in a classical gay romance. Also, unlike in clear-cut modern romance, I don't avoid the theme of death in my books. The stories usually have moments that make me cry while I write them. They tend to leave you with a bit of ache around the heart, like most unforgettable love stories in the history of humankind do. I don't promise HEA endings, but right and hopeful ones.
Sounds good to you? If it does, I'm glad you've read your way through to this point. Without more ado, here are the book blurbs for Unalloyed Love Part 1&2.

Unalloyed Love Part 2 book blurb:
Amedee’s and Viktor’s world is spinning in a wild whirlwind that buffets them without mercy. On the run, faced with lack of resources and pain stemming from the clash of Amedee’s stubborn bravery with Viktor’s perceived cowardice, they conceive a dangerous plan. Amedee will get sold as a pleasure-slave, Viktor will collect the payment and will help him escape from slavery as soon as Amedee gains his master’s trust.
Disturbed by their desperate intentions, High Demon Belial keeps them both under his protection. Subtle it must be as he is bound by his liege lord’s command to allow them to reach their destiny.
Fate is upon their heels when constant hardship awakens a dormant ability in Amedee’s soul. In his dreams and nightmares, he sees the past. As his visions grow more intense and vivid, it becomes clear that a part of him lives in a bygone time. Another life, with another man. With the man who buys him as a pleasure-slave.
Count Kemen Morgan has never left the past. Possessed by the lost soul of a High Priestess of Endingale’s cult, he has never died. Patiently, he has been waiting for his lover’s return for three hundred and fifteen years. When his impossible dream comes to its fulfillment, fear and hope war over his soul. Hoping for the new dawn with Amedee, he lives his days in dismay that he shall be his lover’s doom as he was three hundred and fifteen years ago. The High Priestess sprawling in his tormented mind has not lost any of her then bloodthirst.
The new constellation grants Archangel Endingale a perfect opportunity to destroy all three men in one act. To her, Amedee, Viktor, and Kemen are but pawns in a cruel game they cannot win.
Will her machinations succeed or will love triumph over death? What will Belial learn about the power of Love, the strangest god of all?

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Thank you, Carson, for having me and Unalloyed Love at your place today.  

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