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All right, so he did it! Marin seduced me. And the sex is fantastic, blows my mind every time, no complaints there, if that thing about being his soul mate didn’t still bug me. Yet there seems no way around it except…can I do it? Do I want to do it? No, I don’t know if I’m ready to surrender. Me, the pirate, and to the blond devil, no less…talk about fucked up destiny!
Read an Excerpt from The Pirate's Surrender by Laura Tolomei
“How did things go for you?” However painful the separation, Martin had never called Drake, in spite of the need killing him inside each time he remembered how much he missed the dark, handsome pirate. But he could not be weak at this delicate point of their game.
“I did a lot of thinking.”
“Did you now?” Martin leaned back on the chair. He had not wanted to press the pirate in a corner, but when he had come out with that ridiculous invitation to his parents’ house, he had not been able to control it. Not that he regretted the things he had said, all true and very much so in their context. No, what was getting to him was the fact he could not handle it—being so close to the pirate and not be able to express his feelings. For they had grown, as he feared they would the moment he agreed to live with his soul-mate. Now simply looking at him was laden with the urge to kiss, hold, have him in any way possible. And he longed to say the words burning in his heart, just could not afford the chance to lose his beloved over them.
Even more frustrating, he had watched Drake developing much the same feelings. Too bad the pirate in him refused to acknowledge them, holding them back behind a wall of apparently impenetrable male strength. It drove Martin mad every time he perceived it, then he got more furious in bed, when the sheer passion of Drake’s response made it crumble miserably, to reveal a depth of emotions that would have frightened Martin had his soul-mate let them free.
Yes, the pirate’s innermost world was as fascinating and intriguing as his breathless outer shell. And Martin could not avoid responding with his own brand of love, something that came out in spite of his efforts to hide it. So he was getting tired of their sex without the awareness of the deep sharing they could have, if only his foolish pirate set aside the stupid conventions clouding his heart and mind.
There seemed no way around it, though. At this point, if life without Drake was a material impossibility, life with him was a daily torture. A thousand times Martin wished he could recover his uncaring attitude, the shield he had used against so many former lovers, instead of having to put up with stomach crunching and heart shattering every time the pirate said or did something adorable, which he often did and the memory played in Martin’s head long after it was over until it clogged his senses. Focusing on anything was proving hard, work unimportant, including the new exciting ventures he was getting into. Sleep, food, drink, everything seemed to lose its appeal compared to the striking longhaired pirate and his shiny black eyes. But love alone was hardly enough to bring the soul-mate out of Drake. That was the reason he had agreed to leave for more than two months, knowing it was either distance or betrayal of his feelings. Naturally, of the two, Martin much preferred to keep his door to Drake wide open.
“I have, particularly since I missed you like hell.”
“Well, well, the pirate admitting to a human frailty.” Martin chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“All your fault,” Drake teased, then turned serious again. “First you dazzle me with great sex and an amazing life together, then you go and leave me for months, stranded in the middle of the ocean and without any fucking boat in sight.” He raised an accusatory gaze. “Doesn’t work that way, pal.”
“Then how does it work?”
About the Author:
After my American experience, I moved back to Rome, but still kept living from time to time abroad, spending several months in Mumbay India, a country I always felt very close to me in more ways than one. I recently moved Sitges near Barcelona in Spain.
I was ready to tackle the US. I lived in Atlanta, GA, five teen-age years, attending the Crestwood High School, where I started my writing career by publishing a short story Nostalgia on the Crestwood Journal. Very thrilled about discovering my new talent, I went ahead during college, writing for the Emory University journal The Phoenix. Three articles mark my first-and last-steps in journalism, "The peace Corps", "WAMM, Women Against Military Madness," and "Lesbism".
Today, I write both in Italian and English, mostly fiction of various genres, from fantasy erotica, to mysteries up to plain ordinary life stories.
Feel free to look over my current and future projects by visiting my website www.lauratolomei.com.
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