It’s a new year, and kicking things off as the first guest author of 2013 is Lisabet Sarai with character profiles on Dylan and Rafe from her novel Quarantine. Take it away, Lisabet!
When love is forbidden, the whole world’s a prison.
Dylan Moore will do anything for freedom. Seven years ago, a gay plague spread to heterosexuals, killing millions and sparking brutal anti-gay riots. The guardians rounded up men who tested positive for the homogene and imprisoned them in remote quarantine centres like desolate Camp Malheur. Since then, Dylan has hacked the camp’s security systems and hoarded spare bits of electronics, seeking some way to escape. He has concluded the human guards are the only weakness in the facility’s defences.
Camp guard Rafe Cowell is H-Negative. He figures the lust he feels watching prisoner 3218 masturbate on the surveillance cameras must be due to his loneliness and isolation. When he finally meets the young queer, he discovers that Dylan is brilliant, brave, sexy as hell – and claims to be in love with Rafe. Despite his qualms, Rafe finds he can’t resist the other man’s charm. By the time Dylan asks for his help in escaping, Rafe cares too much for Dylan to refuse.
Dylan’s plan goes awry and Rafe comes to his rescue. Soon they’re both fugitives, fleeing from militant survivalists, murderous androids, homophobic ideologues and a powerful man who wants Dylan as his sexual toy. Hiding in the plague-ravaged city of Sanfran, Dylan and Rafe learn there’s far more that their own safety at stake. Can they help prevent the deaths of millions more people? And can Rafe trust the love of a man who deliberately seduced him in order to escape from quarantine?
Description: Dylan – through Rafe’s eyes
The vacuum seal sighed once more and the robot disappeared, leaving Rafe alone with the prisoner. He glared at the pale, composed visage in front of him. 3218 held his gaze, calm to the point of insolence. Rafe noticed that the man’s eyes were a startling shade of green, like those water-worn chunks of beach glass he used to collect as a kid. He pushed the irrelevant memory away.
“You’re in big trouble, f*g,” he growled. 3218 didn’t flinch. Rafe hauled himself to his feet and glowered down at the seated figure, his fists and his jaw both clenched. 3218 looked up, his expression still mild and unconcerned.
“You’re going to wish you’d never been born!”
“That’s a pretty normal sentiment, for me,” the prisoner replied, erupting into bitter laughter. “I doubt you can make me more miserable than I already am.” Dylan’s lips curved into a smile that was anything but cheerful.
“What?” Rafe roared. He slapped that grinning face hard enough to make the chair teeter. “You f**king queer! I’ll teach you about misery!” Dylan winced but did not break eye contact. “You’d better show some respect, f*ggot, or I’ll beat you to a pulp and then throw you in the hole to bleed.”
“It won’t be the first time. Probably not the last, either.” Despite the livid mark of Rafe’s palm on his cheek, Dylan’s voice was quiet and steady.
“It’ll be the last if I kill you, b*stard!” Rafe seized a handful of ginger hair and yanked the prisoner to his feet. Dylan let out a gasp of pain. Rafe leaned in, close enough that he could feel the other man’s ragged breath on his own cheeks. Dylan still didn’t look away. The challenge in those emerald eyes was like a physical force battering Rafe’s body. His pulse pounded in his ears. He felt itchy and hot and annoyingly helpless.
Quote: “Great. If you’ll just get this cuff off me, we’ll take a little stroll through the place, find some clothing, and then split. I got a floor plan from the house database.”
Description: Rafe – through Dylan’s eyes
Closing his eyes, he brought up an image of the brawny black guard who was his target. What would work best? He didn’t know much about Rafe—he hadn’t been able to hack the guy’s dossier. He could read boredom and frustration in the man’s strong, regular features. He knew from their first encounter that Rafe had a temper. Yet Dylan also sensed a streak of decency. Most of the human guards at Malheur were supposed to be convicts. Let the dregs take care of the pariahs seemed to be the Guardians’ philosophy. Rafe hadn’t struck him as the criminal type, though, despite his rough looks.
Quote: “I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night and wonder if I’m going to die, just because I couldn’t keep my cock in my pants.”
Excerpt from Quarantine:
Rafe had already been snoring when Dylan came upstairs, his head pounding, numbers and symbols dancing in his brain. The black man’s features were twisted into a scowl. Even in sleep, his fists clenched. Dylan had brushed his lips across his lover’s brow and stroked the incipient beard. Rafe didn’t wake, but his tense features relaxed somewhat and he breathed more deeply. Although Dylan’s body had cried out for comfort, he didn’t want to be selfish. He’d stripped and taken his place next to the ex-guard, careful not to disturb him.
Poor guy has endured a lot for my sake. Dylan shook his head. The camp had accustomed him to the constant fight for survival. He’d realised long ago that carrying the homogene marked him for an early death, one way or another, and that his intellect was his only defence. Rafe, though… Sure, he’d been in a gang, but there was something innocent and vulnerable about the man nevertheless. He wasn’t used to being hunted the way Dylan was.
A Guardian armoured vehicle rumbled past, sweeping its spotlight across the battered facades on either side of the street. Dylan pulled back, away from the window, though with the room unlit it was unlikely they could detect his presence.
Will we ever have a peaceful time together, without this constant fear? Dylan recalled his months with Miguel before the Plague hit, the glorious freedom to finally be himself, the joy they’d found in each other’s arms. It seemed like a long-ago dream now—one that belonged to someone else. Would he and Rafe ever experience anything like that?
“Dylan, baby?” Rafe’s groggy voice pulled him back to the present. “I missed you.”
Dylan turned his back on the window. “I didn’t want to wake you. It was after midnight by the time we finished.”
He hoisted himself onto the tall four-poster and pressed his body against Rafe. His lover still wore an undershirt and briefs. Dylan slid his hands under the shirt, across Rafe’s warm, smooth belly to the furry swell of his pecs. When he flicked the nipples with his thumbs, Rafe moaned.
“I missed you too,” Dylan added, pushing up the fabric so he could duck down to purse his lips around one of the tight little nubs.
“Oh…oh, f**k, that’s good!” Rafe reached around to grip Dylan’s butt. He rubbed his stiffening cock against Dylan’s stomach. “C’mere, boy.” He hauled Dylan up until they were face to face, then seized him by the back of the head and mashed their lips together.
Dylan opened to Rafe’s probing tongue, letting the other man take the lead. Rafe was like a starving man presented with a feast. He devoured Dylan’s mouth with a ferocity that sent stabs of pleasure straight to Dylan’s groin. A taste of copper mingled with the mint of Rafe’s toothpaste as the ex-guard’s teeth tore into Dylan’s lip. Lust crashed like lightning through Dylan’s body.
“Oh, God…” he breathed into the hot mouth sealed to his. “Oh, Rafe…”
He clutched at the stretchy material of Rafe’s shorts, seeking the hard flesh underneath. The briefs clung to Rafe’s ass, defeating Dylan’s attempts to remove or push them aside. Rafe dragged him closer, grinding Dylan’s cock against his own clothing-sheathed erection. Dylan groaned in frustration.
“Get these damn things off,” he gasped, breaking the kiss. “Please—I need to feel your skin on mine.”
Link to trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZUL9LGjd9s
Buy links – Ebook
> Total-E-Bound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1725
Buy links – Print
> Total-E-Bound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1822
Website: Lisabet’s Fantasy Factory: http://www.lisabetsarai.com
Blog: Beyond Romance: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com
Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Lisabet-Sarai/e/B001K8PADS/