Saturday, 13 June 2015

LM Somerton Presents Testing Lysander

Please welcome L M Somerton to by blog today with her new What's His Passion? novel Testing Lysander. I've had the pleasure of reading this one already and really enjoyed it, find out all the gossip here and enjoy a steamy excerpt...

Thanks so much for having me over Lily and for giving me the chance to talk about my MM BDSM novel, Testing Lysander, which is available for early download now at Totally Bound and will be available from all good ebook retailers from June 16th.

Testing Lysander follows my short story, Picturing Lysander, which featured in the What’s his Passion Anthology. Most of the book is set in the cloud forests of Colombia and follows extreme photographer Lysander Brock and undercover agent Kyle Dawson as they attempt to bring down a ruthless terrorist group.

Lysander takes pictures for himself, not just to make a living. His passion for his work means that he lives a professional life without limits. I wanted to explore whether the same might apply to his love life. The title of the book is apt because it truly is a test, of endurance, of spirit and of love. This story throws the characters into some of the most extreme and demanding situations I could come up with. Caving, climbing, impenetrable forests and psychotic terrorists all feature. Through it all, Brock and Kyle grow closer together, exploring dominance and submission with a backdrop of intense pressure. If they can survive their mission, surely they can survive anything. But it’s never that simple and a return to safety brings its own demands. No relationship is easy but I hope that the love shines through in this story. That doesn’t guarantee a happy ending though… you’ll have to read the book to find out whether the passion endures.

Below is an excerpt taken from a scene deep in the forests as Kyle and Lysander prepare to spend the night camping out in a cave.

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Feel the fear and do it anyway.

Extreme photographer Lysander Brock is accustomed to challenging places and situations but nothing can prepare him for the journey that his dominant lover, Kyle Dawson, takes him on.

A commission to photograph the cloud forests of the Colombian Andes becomes the cover for a dangerous mission to expose a terrorist group. Kyle and Lysander must negotiate treacherous terrain, a hazardous climb and unexplored caves to achieve their goal.

When Lysander is captured and tortured, he has no expectations of rescue. He understands that his life comes second to the mission but Kyle has no intention of leaving his beautiful, submissive lover in the hands of a madman. Kyle can deal with the intense pressure of fighting lethal enemies but the guilt of pushing Lysander into a life he never asked for is much harder to accept.

Lysander and Kyle journey together into a life of adventure, Dominance and submission, and an uncertain future.
Publisher's Note: This book is a sequel to Picturing Lysander and is best read in order.


Kyle pushed Brock toward the wall of the cave. “This is not the time for conversation. Brace yourself, this isn’t going to be gentle,” he growled.
Brock giggled. “Brace yourself? Really?”
Kyle gave Brock’s ass a hard slap.
“Behave, brat.”
Brock locked his arm muscles and braced against the stone, bending slightly so that his butt stuck out nicely. Uncaring of the hard surface, Kyle dropped to his knees and sank his teeth into one cheek. He didn’t bite hard enough to break skin, but he dug his teeth deep enough to leave a bruise.
“Open your legs wider,” Kyle snapped, getting impatient. He dragged his tongue through Brock’s crack and teased his hole, pushing inside just a little way before withdrawing. “Love the way you taste.” He slicked a couple of fingers and pushed them steadily into Brock’s channel. “Need to get you nice and slippery, but not too stretched.” The preparation was cursory, but Kyle had no patience for lengthy foreplay. He stood, dribbled more lube onto his gloved cock and smeared it around, then lined his dick up with its target. Brock’s glossy entrance winked at him and his muscles contracted.
“Think you can keep me out, do you?” Kyle rammed into Brock. “Gonna fill you up.” Intense heat surrounded his cock. Brock pushed back and Kyle drove deeper inside him.
“Hurts so good,” Brock moaned.
Kyle couldn’t hold back. He pounded Brock’s ass with a desperation born of unstated fear for the future. Every thrust set new nerves on fire. Flesh met flesh, over and over again. Kyle grabbed Brock by the hips and used the increased leverage to good effect.
“Taking you so deep I don’t want you seeing anything except a red haze in front of your eyes.”
Brock cried out as Kyle forced him toward the rock, grazing his forearms as he tried to resist the pressure. Brock’s internal muscles squeezed Kyle hard and Kyle fought to control his urge to come. He pulled free.
“I know what you’re up to. I’m not done with you yet.” The words came out in short punchy sounds, stabbing the air with a lethal edge. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
“So fucking romantic.”
Kyle was banking on Brock being too dazed to do anything but obey. He shifted one arm tightly around Brock’s waist, supporting him as he bent forward. Actually, he decided, it was more of a flop than a controlled bend. He grinned. Brock was loose and pliant in his arms.
“Love you like this… Helpless and vulnerable.”
“Love it when you go all Dommy on me.” Brock wriggled, pushing his ass back, seeking Kyle’s dick. “Empty. Need you in me.”
“Your ass is begging for it.”
Brock had no leverage. He couldn’t fight the position. He was at Kyle’s mercy and that was the ultimate turn-on. Kyle speared him deeper than before, sinking inside him then withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained in Brock’s grasping channel. Then he plunged forward again, pulling Brock back against him at the same time. He ground his hips against Brock’s body, drilling into him, then reached for Brock’s rigid dick. Instead of grasping it and giving Brock some relief, he gave it a couple of hard flicks with his fingers.
“Fucking bastard!” Brock came with a shout of indignant outrage. He struggled and fought but Kyle’s superior strength made sure that he stood no chance of escape. Brock’s muscles continued to spasm with the intensity of his orgasm, and he sobbed with what sounded to Kyle like a mixture of joy and frustration. The whimpers and small cries brought Kyle to the edge and tipped him over. He came with force, punishing Brock’s beautiful ass with a few final jerks of his hips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Kyle gasped out the words. His arms trembled and he released his hold on Brock gradually, allowing him to sink to all fours in front of him, his breath coming in short, ragged heaves. Brock gave a short laugh and went back to sucking in air. Kyle leaned against the cave wall, needing its support.
“You okay?” he asked Brock.
“Ask me again when I remember how to breathe.”
Kyle pushed away from the wall and gave Brock’s ass a gentle pat as he passed.

About L M Somerton

An award winning author, Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

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