I love bears. Not the four-legged kind –
well, they're fascinating unless they're nosing around in the food stash at
your camp site – but I mean big, masculine men who shun the idea of waxing away
all their silky fur. Rather than having to shave, buff, and polish away their
connections to the animal kingdom, they're not afraid to let their fur show and
even to put on some winter weight. I prefer men who look like they wouldn't shy
away from a hearty dinner and some chocolate cake. Just think of all the fun
you can have with chocolate cake….
Bears aren't afraid of their natural state,
and they defy society's push for us all to look younger, smoother, and thinner.
I believe women should be comfortable in their own bodies without having to
starve themselves or spend hours making themselves up before going out in
public. Men, be they gay or straight, should be afforded that freedom as well.
I find the contrast of textures, the
implied wildness or animalness of bears appealing both sexually and as a
writer. Many of my stories include shape-shifters, and one of the things I like
about these stories is the chance to explore our animal nature. My shifters
show some of their animal characteristics in their human form whether it's an
alpha wolf's desire to dominate, or a deer's tendency to stomp his foot as a
signal of approaching danger.
My shifters are visceral creatures,
unafraid of smelling, touching, and tasting the things – or people - they
enjoy. They're comfortable in their bodies, unhampered by modesty or societal
standards. They like things rough whether at work or play, and they don't mind
getting dirty. When I imagine a man who would have an alternate animal form, I
picture a bear, even if I'm casting him as a werewolf or a panther.
When I came across this picture while
looking at some of those Tumblr sites
(you know the ones, don't deny it). I decided immediately that he was a bear
shifter, and I wanted to write his story. A week or so later, I was pondering
what to write for my next Protect and
Serve story which would feature Police Lieutenant Seth Morrison. As I
pictured Seth in my mind, I realized he was a bear. Suddenly, I knew what to
do. The bear and the bear shifter. I would pair Seth with the man in the
picture. And thus, Paws on Me, was
born. I had several weeks of fur-covered fun as I got to know my characters.
Here's how Seth describes Brandon when he sees him at a crime scene:
I
step away from Brandon and turn to face him. He grins down at me, that same
cocky-as-fuck little smile he’d given me earlier, making me even more aware of
how close we are and how big he is. At 6’2”, I’m hardly small, but he’s got
several inches on me. And while I’ve got a rather thick pelt, the fur visible
above the vee of his t-shirt is astounding.
I
thoroughly enjoyed writing about these two men who weren't at all afraid of
their animal needs. And now for a sexy excerpt…..
Protect
and Serve: Paws on Me by Silvia Violet
Blurb:
Lieutenant Seth Morrison loves
being a cop, but with budget cuts and crime both on the rise, he’s stopped
making time for anything but his job.
On the outside, Brandon Lord is
an easy-going, flirtatious club owner. On the inside he’s a man trying to
overcome a difficult past.
When a murder investigation
brings the two men together, passion roars to life. They’re both willing to
break the rules to be together. Because as mismatched as they might seem, each
man is exactly what the other needs.
Excerpt:
“How’s your leg?” I mean to distract myself but as soon as I
ask, I wish I hadn’t. I remember the feel of his thigh under my hand, hard
muscles, soft flesh, coarse hair. So many textures to think about. Such a deep
abiding need to lick and bite. Fuck. I can’t let him stay here.
“Better. By tomorrow I probably won’t feel much.”
“Good. I need to talk to you about the case. Maybe we should
move to the living room.”
He looks so disappointed I almost change my mind, but I can’t
let the longing in his eyes distract me. He sits up and swings his legs off the
bed. The bandage catches on the sheet and rips loose, tearing away part of the
scab and plenty of hair. “Shit!” he yells. Blood wells up and trickles down his
leg.
Later, I can’t decide why I ran across the room. It wasn’t like
he was going to bleed to death. Did my subconscious push me to make a move that
would get us in bed together? Surely I understood where touching him again
would lead. We reached for the bandage at the same time. My hand lay on his as
we used pressure to stop the bleeding.
“That was dumb. I should have been more careful. I…” His words
trail off. I look up. Our faces are inches apart. My heart pounds. I know how
supremely stupid I would be to kiss him, but I can’t help it. His lips beg me
to take a taste. I close the distance between us and swipe my tongue across his
lips, savoring his woodsy flavor. “I need this,” I mumble against his lips.
“God, yes. So bad.” He opens his mouth, and we devour each
other. I forget who I am, where I am. I forget that his leg is bleeding, and
I’m supposed to be holding the bandage on. I sink to my knees between his legs
and cup his face with my other hand, pulling him down so I can explore every
inch of his mouth. I slide my tongue along his, growing more desperate for him
every second. My hand tightens on his thigh, and he flinches, forcing me back
to reality. I let go of him and sit back, breath coming in pants. “Fuck, this
is so wrong.”
Brandon shakes his head and cups me under the chin, forcing me
to look at him. “I don’t know if I’ve ever done anything this right.”
The intensity in his eyes scares me. I start to pull away. What
am I doing? Wrecking everything I’ve worked for? I can’t fuck a man who’s
involved in my case.
Brandon squeezes my arms, immobilizing me. “Stop thinking. Stop
analyzing everything with that fucking cop’s brain. Just feel.”
I’m not used to being with anyone stronger than me. But I like
the way he’s holding me, refusing to let me go. Having a man like him -- young,
hot, cool, seductive -- wanting me goes to my head. He makes me forget all the
rules, makes me let down barriers I’ve held in place my whole life. I can’t
stop.
I kiss him again. My mouth is brutal in its assault. He could
easily take control, but he opens to me, letting me have him my way. He tastes
rich and smoky like a campfire, like fall. I suddenly want to do more than kiss
and fuck him. I want to take him to my favorite restaurant, introduce him to
the best coffee in the city, take him boating on the river. I want a fucking
relationship.
The thought nearly frightens me into backing away, but he
tastes and feels too damn good. I run my hands over his chest, enjoying the
feel of his fur. I release his mouth and nibble his throat, his collarbone, his
shoulder. I sink my teeth into one of his muscular pecs. He growls and pushes
his hands into my hair, pressing my face against his chest. “More.”
I bite him again, harder this time, sucking at his flesh,
wanting to mark him. He digs his fingers into my scalp, groaning and rubbing
his body against mine. I circle his wrists with my hands as I lick at the
bruise I made. He lets me pin his hands to the mattress and keep them there. I
slide lower and rub my face against the thick hair covering the center of his
chest, loving the feel of it brushing my face and catching in my beard. I take
a deep breath of his musk.
Then I drop to my knees. “Don’t move.” I release his hands. I’m
eager to feel Brandon’s cock in my mouth. I want to know what sounds he’ll make
as I suck him and whether he’ll let me remain in charge.
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I think I shall have to read this book. Bears, yummy x
ReplyDeleteThanks V! I hope you enjoy it. And thanks to Sara for having me here!
ReplyDeleteGreat post and I love that story. Highly recommended! Love me some bears as well, bring on the fur.
ReplyDeleteThanks Hank. Fur rules!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad to have Silvia on this blog. I love bears, so huggable and adorable.
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