BOOK BLITZ with EXCERPT and REVIEW: 'Hidden Treasure' by Bruce Rose
Title: Hidden Treasure
Author: Bruce Rose
Published: February 11, 2018
Publisher: Self-Published
Genre: Erotic Romance, Historical Fantasy; Paranormal Romance; Young Adult
Length: 126 Pages
Tags: Gay; M/M; Pansexual; Cross-Dressing; Magic; Humor; Pirates; Shifter: Dragon; May/December; First Time; Virgin; HEA
About Hidden Treasure
Nothing is as it seems…
When Blane Blagden plunders his latest pirated ship, he claims the young female aboard as his prize only to discover the lust-inspiring woman is actually a cross-dressing man. Despite penetrating the disguise right away, Captain Blagden decides the only way to protect his treasure is to perpetrate another lie and demand his captive serve as his cabin boy.
A man pretending to be a woman pretending to be a boy…
Artist and poet Darran de Tourmatt prayed the pirates would be unwilling to defile an innocent. Unfortunately for him, they are. Or at least Captain Blagden is. The longer the captain keeps him close without claiming him, the more Darran wants to be defiled. But first, he’ll have to admit to his masquerade.
But Darran isn’t the only one with a secret…
An accidental spell reveals shocking truths, forcing the pair apart. Brokenhearted, Blagden vows to live out his life alone, but Darran is determined to bring them back together no matter what the cost. Just how far will Darran go for the sake of true love?
This high seas swishbuckling tale has been rated slow burn, mildly kinky, and heavy on the romance.
Where she says:
"The romance is sweet and passionate, and the story is creative and exciting."
“This will be your room.” Blagden opened his bedroom door, watching the emotions wash over the young man’s face. Delight, surprise, then the shock of realization.
“This is your room.”
“Now it is our room.”
“I cannot share a room with you. Or any other man, for that matter. No chaperone, no privacy.” He shook his head, making his curls, which had come loose from the pins during their swing between the boats, tumble around his face. “This is unacceptable.”
Blagden wanted to applaud his performance. “Aye, ‘tis a pity there is no other room.” He pretended to consider. “I could put you in the crew quarters, I suppose. We lost Old Twinkle Toes during the plunder before this. Or was it the plunder before that? Ah, no matter. His bunk is available. A nice cozy bunk below with the crew.”
“With the crew?” Masquerade’s amber eyes widened.
“And the rats.”
“Rats?” He clutched at his skirt, drawing it close so he could examine the floor around his feet.
“They don’t come into my room.”
“Clearly, they fear one of their own.”
No doubt, a comment designed to put him in his place, but all it did was make him laugh. “The rats do fear me.”
“And I fear I would be less safe with more men than just one.”
“My room it is, then.”
“But, surely, I should have my own room?”
“If I had one to give you, I would.” Blagden meant what he said. Giving the boy his own room would prolong the game, but then again, the quicker he gave in, the sooner Blagden could hear his sweet voice begging for his cock. More than any sound in the world, that one would fill his heart with joy.
“But, surely, you understand a young woman’s—a girl, really—her need for privacy?”
“I won’t have any privacy either.” And he enjoyed how he kept trying to lower his age as if appealing to some moral decency Blagden did not possess.
“But I have no interest in looking at you.”
“Aye?” Blagden didn’t quite believe that. “Then you won’t mind if I change.”
“Well, yes. I rather would mind.”
“I thought you said you had no interest?” Blagden hung his sword near his bed then removed his vest and shirt. Despite the protests, Masquerade kept those amber eyes riveted to his every move.
“That doesn’t mean it’s proper for you to be nude near me.”
“Nude?” Blagden chuckled. He’d only planned on stripping down to his trousers but now considered going naked. “Is that what you’d like to see?”
“No!” Masquerade pulled a fan from the side of the gown, flicked it open, and then worked it before his face, cooling the heat from reddened cheeks. Again, another good show, but it proved his point since the boy simply couldn’t take his gaze from Blagden’s form.
Taking pity on him, since this was only his first day, Blagden turned his back as he removed the rest of his clothing. Without giving anything away, he maneuvered himself so that he could use his shaving mirror to see behind him. He smiled. Masquerade had stopped fanning himself and now peered over the edge at Blagden’s naked backside. Blagden flexed his buttocks. Masquerade’s eyes widened and the fan slipped down, revealing that he nibbled on his bottom lip.
“How old did you say you were?”
“I didn’t. But I’m only…thirteen summers.”
“Thirteen? And those men left you behind? They should be hung from the highest yardarm and used for target practice.”
“They didn’t know—”
“What?” Blagden held a fresh pair of trousers as he turned around. They covered some but not all. He felt his semihard cock peeking out from between the legs as if it had to see the boy in a dress for itself.
“They didn’t…” Masquerade’s gaze dropped down from his hairy chest to his hips. He swallowed hard. “They didn’t know I was there.”
“You stowed away?” Alarm bells sounded in the back of his head. This game he played might not be wise. Only a man in trouble would stow away on a ship bound for the new world. “I think I should take you back to Avenport.”
“What? No! No, you can’t.” Dropping his demure act, he stepped forward, close enough for Blagden to feel the heat of his body. “I can’t go back.”
“Why not?”
“I…I cannot say.”
“You won’t tell me your name. Can’t tell me why you stowed away. I feel there is simply too much unknown with you.” Blagden considered as he yanked on his billowy trousers. With quick and certain movements, he rolled up the legs so they hit just below his knee. In jest, he said, “Perhaps I should toss you overboard.”
The boy’s beautiful eyes went so wide the effect would have been comical under other circumstances, but not now when his fear was genuine. When he gasped and clutched at his chest, Blagden suspected some trick, but when Masquerade collapsed into his arms, he realized something else was wrong.
Lifting him up, amazed that he weighed so little, Blagden put the boy on his bed. It didn’t take him long to grasp that the stays had crushed the breath from him. The poor boy must have bound them as tightly as he could to give himself a semblance of a woman’s waist.
“Damn.” Blagden worked them open and in the process discovered a leather-bound book. With his captive breathing easier, he moved to his desk and flipped through the pages.
Meet the Author
When he’s not plotting world domination, Bruce Rose is usually plotting gay romance novels. If he’s not writing hot man-on-man action, you might find him trying out new recipes, listening to old 80s rock, or putting his Star Wars action figures into provocative poses.
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