Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

December 19, 2010

Sacrifices (Tomcat #5) now available at ARe!

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By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: MLR Press, LLC
ISBN # 9781608201808
Word Count: 61000
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Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket, Epub

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About the book

A stranger leaves Ian a bequest that starts him on a search which begins five hundred years earlier and takes him further back in time until his hunt leads him to Teotihuacan in Mexico. However, even Ian didn’t realize where his search would finally lead him as he and Mac dig beneath an ancient palace. They discover a pair of skeletons who are guardians to a goddess and a crystal spider that takes them on yet another journey. All the time they are being stalked by a man who believes he has been cheated out of his inheritance.

This is the third paperback in this series.

An excerpt from the book


47 B.C.

Di’al stood on the edge of the rise looking out over the jungle as far as the eye could see. The heat rose from the damp leaves in an almost visible haze to dissipate as it reached the tops of the trees. Di’al loved this place, the sights, the sounds, the smells. Goddess, he could even taste the heat! This was his home and he never wanted to be anywhere else; sadness welled, causing a lump in his throat at the thought that he would never enjoy this view after today. He felt tears prick his eyes and he brushed them away wearily.

He heard footsteps behind him and knew without looking who it would be. He felt arms go round his waist and a head rested on his shoulder, warm breath ghosting over his neck.

“I missed you, my love,” Ba’yin whispered. “I guessed you would be up here.”

“I’m glad you came. I wanted to say goodbye somewhere privately, and where better than here, the place I first told you of my love.” His voice was calm but his heart was beating fast in his chest. He wondered if Ba’yin could feel it where he leaned against his back. Determined to accept what fate had placed on his shoulders, Di’al said, “Mother is already supervising the creation of my robe. She has the women collecting owl feathers and…”

Abruptly, Ba’yin spun him around, so fast he almost tumbled, but Ba’yin held him tightly, pulled Di’al close against his chest. Oh, it felt so good to be held so tightly in his arms.

“I am not saying goodbye to you,” Ba’yin said gruffly. “I can’t, I won’t.”

“It’s not your choice, Ba’yin, any more than it is mine. Do you think I want to leave you? I don’t. I love you. I had hoped to spend my life with you. As a fourth son, my father could choose to turn a blind eye. He already has enough heirs to secure his throne. But the High King chose me to be his ambassador to the Great Goddess…”

“…and I am going with you,” Ba’yin interrupted. “Tell your mother to tell her women they must collect enough owl feathers for two robes.”

“What? No!”

“Yes, Di’al!” Ba’yin declared. “It is my right. Not only your father, but your uncle, my father, both know it was our choice to be joined come the next high moon. I have as much right to be with you on your journey as I do to spend my life by your side here. Unless you…refuse my company?” There was a slight crack in his voice, as if he couldn’t believe such a thing.

Di’al raised a hand and laid it gently on Ba’yin’s cheek. He smiled, but it was sad. “I would never refuse you anything, my love. But I want you to live. I want you to come to the Great Goddess when it is your time, when you have lived a full span among the people. I will be waiting for you, I promise.”

“But don’t you understand? Without you by my side, in my arms and in my heart, I will have no life. I will only pass long lonely years without my heart. They might as well cut it from me and send me to the Great Goddess now as make me wait however many years alone, lonely for a love I can never have. You have been given the honor to take a very special message to the Great Goddess, do me the honor of allowing me to accompany you?”

Di’al leaned his head on Ba’yin’s shoulder, his tears sliding down his face and onto Ba’yin’s beautiful body. “Oh my love, I should say no, I should let you be, but the thought of having you with me now and always…” He looked up then and met his lover’s gaze. “If you are sure, really sure you want to do this?”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life, except my love for you. I want to come with you.”

“Then you shall.” Di’al pulled Ba’yin close, wrapping his arms tightly around him and their lips met in a sweet kiss. Tender and gentle at first but as Ba’yin opened his lips to let Di’al in, the kiss turned more heated, more desperate, and his hands on Di’al’s shoulders gripped tighter, digging in. Never letting go.




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