Blurb
Enter a world of definitive men: strong-bodied, animalistic creatures consumed by immediate desires. Within this collection of the hottest gay erotica of the year, you’ll meet commanding Roman legionnaires, dashing Britannic thieves, lithe Egyptian royal guards and ice-impervious Vikings who fight for what they want to fully conquer other men, both on the battlefield and in their beds. From stories of men who inhabit sweeping vistas, to those in landscapes lost to the ravages of time, to tales of wanderers who will do anything to fulfill their overbearing need to feel one male body against another, the adventure and eroticism of the Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volume 2: Warlords & Warriors anthology will leave you reveling and ready for more.
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About the Author
Rob Rosen is the author of the critically acclaimed novels, Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love, the Lambda Literary Award Nominated Divas Las Vegas, which was the winner of the 2010 TLA Gaybies for Best Gay Fiction, Hot Lava, Southern Fried, the Lambda Literary Award Nominated Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort, and Fate, winner of the 2016 TRR Readers’ Choice Award for Best Gay Romantic Comedy. His short stories have appeared in more than 200 anthologies. You can find 20 of them in his erotic romance anthology, Good & Hot. He is also the editor of Lust in Time: Erotic Romance Through the Ages, Men of the Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015 and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1 and 2. Please visit him at www.therobrosen.com
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Excerpt:
His entrance was so warm and welcoming that I feared I would spill my seed before
I’d even begun to claim my prize. The moon shone over his exposed flesh, and I
reveled in the vision of his firm ass and muscled thighs. I gritted my teeth and fought
for self-control as he urged me on with low grunts and arched his massive back to
meet my every thrust. All but the pleasure of our bodies united as one fled from my
mind, even the risk that we might be caught, out in the open of the village square in
the late hours of a cold night.
But I hasten too quickly toward my tale’s conclusion. Let me begin again…
The defeat of the tyrant Valushkin should have been my greatest triumph. His
downfall was deemed impossible by all but fools and perhaps those few of my
intimate acquaintance who knew the bottomless depth of my determination. His army
was the mightiest ever assembled in our lands, governed by his indomitable will, his
prowess as a leader and the ferocity of his troops. From such power came Valushkin’s
iron rule over the kingdom, reflected in a vast, towering castle that overlooked
villages and farms populated by a cowed peasantry.
I knew this world intimately, witnessed the warlord’s methods firsthand. As the
bastard son of a lowly palace guard and a village whore, I was raised in the dirt and
quickly learned to steal and cheat, knowing nothing would be given to me in this life
unless I took it for myself. I grew to quiet strength and more than average intelligence
in the shadow of Valushkin’s ruthless magnificence. Had I brawn but little brain, I
would no doubt have made a meager existence as a blacksmith’s apprentice or a
conscripted soldier, to have my blood spilled in my first taste of battle. But fate turned
otherwise.
My keen and ambitious mind first led me to the forest, where I joined a band of
local rebels. I eagerly accepted the role of errand boy, lookout and bed warmer.
Passed from man to man, I learned fighting and stealth by day and honest lust by
night. Within a few short years, as I grew to rough-hewn manhood, I earned the trust
of my fellows and increased our numbers. My skills in strategy and a taste for combat
were matched only by my generous sexual appetites. Soon, the men made me their
leader, and we began together the daunting efforts of building an army strong enough
to defeat Valushkin.
Knowing our numbers insufficient, I advised that we turn to the warring steppe
tribes. In time, and utilizing my glib tongue and swift sword, I brought them to our
shared cause against the common enemy. Together, we swept in upon Valushkin’s
men on half a dozen fronts, shooting a thousand arrows from horseback at every pass.
Before long, we had Valushkin’s army in confusion and disarray. Defeat came at the
steps of his very castle, where I challenged him to single combat. Heart racing and
blood surging, we fought. Wills and blades of equal might clashed. After an
exhausting and bloody hour, the generous fates favored me. I could scarcely believe
that I’d bested him, and that my efforts had succeeded against all odds. Yet, it
somehow also seemed inevitable. To wild cheers and howling cries, I held my bloody
sword aloft in triumph as Valushkin was taken away in chains.
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