Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop!

Welcome to the Molly Church stop on the Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop bus tour!

Today I'm offering up a sneak preview of my upcoming (September) Torquere Press Charity Sips release, Ad Astra (To the Stars). Torquere Press Charity Sips are an annual drive where both Torquere and the authors involved donate their profits to a QUILTBAG cause -- this year's recipient will be OutServe-SLDN, a non-profit that provides legal services and support to LGBT military individuals and families, working toward equal representation and benefits. 

BUT! Before I get to the sneak preview, let me remind you that it's not called a giveaway hop for nothing! Comment here for a chance to win your choice any of my currently available stories (available in pdf format), which you can check out here. And that's not all! Insatiable Reads are offering two grand prizes: a Kindle Fire and a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate -- and there are many other prizes to be won, so please make sure to hop around. The hop is open through the 21st, and I'll be picking/posting a winner sometime on the 22nd.

And now... to the stars: Ad Astra (To the Stars) features Jacob and Nicholas, two naval pilots/astronauts, and is set a little bit into Earth's future. Jacob is recovering from an injury that's left him with frequent vertigo and near-constant nausea, neither of which are doing anything to help his restless mood. Nicholas, however, is just glad that his husband is recovering, and is happy to be there for him while he does. It's 4K long, light sci-fi, and has just a sprinkling of kink.

(As well as a snippet, there is also a mood board available for those so inclined.)

The following snippet is so very Not Safe For Work:  

"I don't care if there's an orbital strike. We are not stopping," Nicholas said hoarsely, his hips bucking in gentle rhythm with Jacob's fist.

Jacob stilled his stroking. "What sort of attitude is that, sailor?" Jacob snapped his free hand down on Nicholas' thigh, short and sharp; Nicholas keened. Jacob tsked. "This is what comes with doing away with the lash."

"And the rum," Nicholas said agreeably, not bothering to open his eyes. "But they'll never take our sodomy."

"I think I could probably spank you, if you're up for it," Jacob said. Silly question, really -- Nicholas was always up for it; he probably really did regret, some days, that the Navy had done away with the lash so long ago.

As Jacob said it, Nicholas' eyes flew open, and within, concerned warred with lust. "Hand only," Jacob added, a little apologetically.

"Hand's fine," Nicholas said hurriedly. "Hand's great." Despite his obvious enthusiasm, Nicholas flipped himself over carefully, so not to rock the bed too much.

"Your attitude, and your mouth, has gotten you into trouble, sailor," Jacob said sternly as he leaned back and took in the view of Nicholas' long, lean body, as Nicholas rutted gently, legs spread, against the sheets. Jacob laid a smack down on Nicholas' left cheek. "Pay attention when I speak!"

"Yes, sir," Nicholas said meekly, and stilled his hips. Jacob smirked; he knew it wouldn't last.

"You should make a clean breast things, sailor, while you're here; perhaps a sound beating will keep you out of trouble in future."

"Yes sir," Nicholas agreed, turning his head so that his wide-eyed and earnest face peered up at Jacob; then he lowered his eyes so his long, dark lashes were displayed to full effect. "I truly am in the most dire need of correction."

This was secretly Jacob's favorite part -- the truly ridiculous nonsense that Nicholas would claim to have done in order to get Jacob to smack him harder, or for longer -- combined with his tendency to talk like a midshipman in an Age of Sail novel. Not that Jacob was any better, these days, but really, that was Nicholas' fault. He laid another slap down, this time on the right cheek, for balance.