A little break from Frost as Frequency–yes, I really should see someone about these F titles!–was released last week. See the sticky post above this for details 🙂
“Look, Jannes—”
His mouth brushed hers. There was a raw groan…and it came from her. Heat flared under her skin and her body simply wanted to melt. He planted his hands on the wall on either side of her and stayed taut, still.
“Again?”
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Book five in the Planetary Bodies series.
Zev Vertinen has a problem. She lusts after the one man she can’t have—her captain, Frederick Jannes. They have a past—ritualized and uniquely sexual—but for her to remain a pilot aboard the CMC Theseus, they can never touch each other again.
Of course that doesn’t stop Zev lurking to catch a glimpse of Jannes naked, or making him the star of every one of her fantasies. Then sheen engulfs the ship. And the rules that have dictated their lives are changed. Jannes has changed them.
Now he will fulfill another ritual. Hunting her down and making her his. No matter the cost.
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You can also read an excerpt here
At my website there’s a little sneak peek behind the series, Planetary Bodies
Frequency is the last book in a linked series. Books 1, 2, 3 and 4 Magnetism, Friction Current and Energy can be found here.
I’m at about 8k-ish on the this wip now – so nearly half way through. If I’m lucky. And the evil thing spawned two sequel ideas whilst I wasn’t looking. 
Frost scrabbled down the steep dip of the hill. His voice echoed back. “It’s all a part of my plan.”
Mason stared after him as he vanished into the freezing darkness, the tracks in the white frost the only sign of his passing. Behind him, the shouts of men and that dazzling flash of light spurred Mason into following him. “This is a *plan*?”
As always you can find more sixsundays here.
Long time not doing this again, but the end of FURY –it’s subbed, yay–and Christmas, New Year and my birthday got in the way. Anyway, here’s my 6 from a new wip, an historical type m/m with a working title of FROST. Yes, me and F titles… 🙂
The last man he’d had was an officer on the boat back from India three years before. Captain James Garrett. A survivor of Maiwand like himself. Mason had wanted to believe it was trade—Garrett had offered a reference to the registry—but the heat of the man’s sun browned skin, his hardened body as he shoved Mason up against the wall of the cabin and buried his dick in him, had been all about need. Want. Desire.
“As Williams said, sir, I’m a perfect fit.”
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KIM KNOX 