The year is 1883. Eduard van De Lier is a Dutchman overseeing a spice plantation on the island of Java, in the South Pacific. His obsessive attraction to dark-skinned men is just one of his many secrets. His wife Marien knows of his indiscretions, but as she's content with their Colonial lifestyle, she stays silent. Until a former lover of Eduard's shows up in their parlor with thoughts of blackmail. Reza was a crewman on the ship that brought the van De Liers to Java. During the passage, Eduard spent many a night in the younger man's arms. Two years have passed, and the last person Eduard expects to find in his drawing room is Reza, a letter in hand that could destroy the life he and Marien lead. Seeing him again ignites Eduard's lust for his first dark lover. He hopes to retrieve the letter, either through seduction or subterfuge, and the longer Reza eludes him, the more his desire grows. But they're on shaky ground, and before things can heat up between them, their world explodes -- literally -- when the unstable island of Krakatoa erupts.

All Shook Up

Somewhere out in the surf, Joey waves at me. I paw the guy in my lap and watch my brother move on the dance floor, watch his ass in those tight jeans, watch hands I wish were my own smooth over his chest and down his arms. Hot breath in my ear, heavy, panting, a moan escaping fevered lips. A hand takes mine, slips it into the confines of spandex, until I’m holding him in hand, flesh on flesh, my fingers encircling a hard damp dick. Watching Joey, wanting him, I feel the guy back up against me as I jerk him off, right here at the table as if no one else is around. He thrashes against me, his tongue in my ear now, his hands holding my thighs as he thrusts up into my hand over and over again.


When he comes, a shiver runs through him and I imagine how Joey would feel in my arms instead


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