Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Twosday with Silvia Violet and the Men from Abandoned

I just love Twosdays, err...Tuesdays around here any more. I get to meet such interesting people. Today, the ever charming Silvia Violet is here with her new Release, Abandoned. We thought we'd spend a nice morning just chatting--

Excuse...two gorgeous men just barged their way in here and-- Oh, well don't I feel foolish?

It's Lark and Derek from Silvia Violet's latest release, Abandoned. Sorry Sylvia...we'll chat later. I need to talk with the guys...

For those who haven’t met you before…how about a quick introduction:

Hi! I'm Derek Carlson and this is my partner, Lark Zaccaro. We just found each other again after a six-month separation during which I thought Lark had sold me out to our enemies and left me in prison to die. He didn't. He saved me, and now we're going to find the man who was responsible.

How did the two of you meet? We met when we were assigned to be partners in the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau (IIB).

Was it love at first sight? 
*Derek laughs* I tried to hate Lark at first. He was cocky, and he couldn't take orders worth a damn. But he showed me that he was the best at what he did and he was hotter than hell.

*Lark rolls his eyes* Derek was such a tightass. He refused to admit how much he wanted me. He hid behind The Rules. I did everything I could to get him in bed, but he refused, leaving me horny and cranky.

Derek, what’s a day in the life of loving your man like? *glances at Lark* Unnerving. I can't get used to needing someone so much. But it's wonderful too. Knowing that Lark's there for me, that he cares, that he's not just going to up and leave.

Lark, same question back at you. What’s a day in the life of loving your man typically like? Hot. Derek is so good at….*looks over at his partner* All right, I won't embarrass him. I still can't quite believe we're really together. I want to spend every second right beside him. We're going to take some time off for the next few months and get to know each other outside of life-threatening situations. I'm excited and a little scared.

What’s the best experience you’ve had as a couple? (*blushes* Okay, you can tell that kind of story if you want, but I meant how do people respond to you as a couple?)

Lark: The moment Derek realized I hadn't betrayed him, and we both found the courage to admit that we needed each other.

What’s the worst experience?

Lark: Leaving Derek when he was captured on Lithusia. I knew I couldn't get him out by myself but walking away was the hardest thing I've ever done.

What’s your idea of a dream date?

Derek: Anything where no one is shooting at us.

Lark: Never getting out of bed.

If you could give your partner/husband anything, make his most secret and special wish come true…what would you do or what would it be?

Lark: I'd erase his memories of the time he spent in prison.

Derek: I'd buy him a farm on a low tech planet and spend a summer there with him, cut off from the buzz of urban life.

If we were 25 years in the future, what do you see when you look back at your life together?

Derek: Turmoil, arguments, sex hot enough to burn down the walls and loyalty and support most people only dream of.

And just for fun:

Chocolate or vanilla?

Derek: chocolate

Lark: You got anything kinkier than chocolate?

Boxers or briefs?

Derek: boxers

Lark: neither

Top or bottom?

Derek: Top

Lark: Bottom but we both know how to be versatile when we want to be.

And then the nosy ones about your sex life:

How many times a week?

Lark: You'd do better to ask how many times a day.

Weirdest place?

Derek: On the bridge of my ship while I was bringing it in for a landing.

Ever been caught?

Lark: We're spies. It's our job not to get caught.

Favorite positions?

Lark: Face-to-Face

Derek: anything where I can hold him down

Cuffs or scarves?

Lark: cuffs, ropes, immobilization collar. I love restraint.

Favorite fulfilled fantasy?

Derek: putting Lark in a control collar

Lark: finally getting the spanking I knew Derek wanted to give me

Final thoughts?

Lark: When I agreed to a deep cover assignment after leaving Derek on Lithusia, I never thought I'd see him again. I thank the gods every day that he's here with me now. I'm never going to take that for granted.

Derek: I love Lark more than I can say. I never thought I'd be able to admit that to him, much less say it publically, but now I can't say it enough.

Really wonderful story, guys. I loved getting to know you a little better. I'm very glad you dropped by to share it with us. Come back anytime.

Oh, and bring Sylvia, we never did get to talk!

Here's a little bit more of the guys:


Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

Unedited Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat, and into the prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin' hot it belonged in an oven. He didn't know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he could and headed straight for the interrogation room.

A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush, spying on their enclave. Lark's morning had been hell so far, and a vicious interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than an interrogation room. At least that's what it had been for his predecessor, and the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the man he'd assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He wouldn't dwell on how low he'd sunk since he'd left his partner to die in a Lithusian prison cell.

The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he'd have a deadly infection in no time. Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced defenses. Thus, he was Lark's ticket off this cesspool of a planet.

The man's clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn't help but admire his muscular body. His gaze slid over the captive's hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When he saw the man's face, he froze. No. It couldn't be. His former partner would have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark's nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as he pleased.

Lark's cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness? A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off kilter he was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.

There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had captured in the jungle was Derek's private issue ship, then he'd finally forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.

Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He'd wanted him for years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB. Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If he wanted to live, he'd do whatever Lark told him to.

From the way Derek limply hung in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.

Lark needed the man's piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor, he intended to do so with his own hands after they got off planet. Fortunately, he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious .

Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark's men from turning on him, in the same way he'd turned on the man he had been sent here to investigate. He pulled a long thin blade from his boot and pretended to examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek's back. If he let himself think about how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.

"Leave us," he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope of getting some play time.

Abandoned released March 24. It's available from Silver Publishing.

Galactic Betrayal 1 Abandoned by Sylvia Violet

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