In 1800, Kojo is a native African with deep connections to the spirits—but those spirits choose not to save him from the slaving ship. He’s captured and taken aboard, where he meets Captain Mather. During the long journey to America, not even the spirits can save him from their growing attraction. Love blooms. A doomed love. For when they land, Kojo’s fate is to be sold.
Captain Mather can’t imagine Kojo being treated as a slave. Desperate to spare him from that life, the captain hides him, taking him to his home. When he’s blackmailed by a mutinous former crewmember, there seems little choice but to sell his ship and pay. Anything to save the man he loves.
1. You wear a leather necklace with a single red bead. How is that significant to you?
My necklace is a talisman. I live with one foot in this world and one foot in the Spirit world. The necklace helps me to communicate with the Spirits. In Africa I was revered for this gift.
2. You say you’re close to the Spirits. How do they appear to you? And do you still talk to them now that you’ve moved to a new country?
I was afraid when I left Africa I would lose my connection with the Spirits, but they followed me to my new home and continue to offer me guidance. I can picture the Spirits in my mind’s eye as full bodied people. They either rise up from the ground or descend down upon me like a bird. I can feel them touch me and surround me.
3. When did you realize you were interested in men?
One reason I chose to devote my life to the Spirits was because I had no interest in women. I didn’t understand it. Being close to the Spirit world gave me fulfillment, but I needed more. It wasn’t until I met Captain Mather that I realized I was interested in men. I thank the Spirits for bringing us together.
4. What is your favorite food?
I like a good smoked fish and a glass of rum.
5. What is your favorite sexual position?
I like the missionary position. Although basic it is very intimate. I love to see my partner’s eyes. Nothing excites me more than to watch him come..
6. Do you miss your home in Africa?
I had a chance to go back to Africa but they wouldn’t understand my love for another man. The Spirits guided me to this new country. I do miss my family and I dream about my old village, but I know I will have a more fulfilling life here.
Mather smiled. The heat emanating from him made Kojo shiver, made him want to be closer to this man, to feel him. If he could make himself valuable to him, maybe he’d have an easier life. Maybe he’d be able to spend more time with him. Maybe he’d be able to feel the man’s hands roaming his body again.
The captain pushed his chair back from the table. “Reward,” he said, “Stand.”
Kojo’s pulse stammered. It felt like a bird was caged in his chest, flapping his wings to break free. He had no idea what the reward would be, only that it could not be his freedom.
Mather offered his hand and Kojo grasped it, letting the captain pull him to his feet. He inhaled deeply. The man’s blond hair smelled clean and salty with a hint of fish. This close to him, it was impossible for him not to be stirred by the man’s scent. The captain came closer.
Mather ran his fingertips lightly from the base of Kojo’s shaft to his softly swollen tip. His eyes were gentle, uncertain. As though afraid to hurt him.
He inhaled sharply, undone by the simple caress. This was his reward? He’d never expected something like this. Dizzy from shock, he reached out with his one free hand to grab the man’s shoulder. Mather felt solid under his clothes. He longed to feel the captain’s bare skin against his, though the thought scared him—had scared him since the first day on the beach. He’d always imagined fear and desire were two very different things. Now he knew otherwise.
Mather gripped his member tightly, but not enough to hurt. “Do you like this? Hmmm?”
All he could do was moan. He hoped Mather would understand he enjoyed his touch. He certainly didn’t want him to stop. Oh yes, this was what he had been building up to before. His body trembled. Senses overwhelmed, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, awash in the first pleasure he’d ever experienced. His cock grew in Mather’s hand, showing him in action what he could not tell him in words. He wanted this.
Mather slid his hand down the length of it, squeezing it, testing its firmness. He continued to play and fondle, watching Kojo’s face. “I want to watch you come. Come for me, Kojo.” Mather took his balls in one hand while pumping slowly with the other.
Kojo didn’t know what the captain had said. He just wanted time to stand still so this moment would last. The spirits had never told him this type of fulfillment existed.
Incredible pulses of pleasure raced through Kojo’s body. He panted loudly and his enthusiasm spurred Mather to pump his cock faster and faster, at just the rhythm he needed. His toes curled against the wood floor. His breaths came in little pants. Mather ate them all up with his gaze, his smile.
Kojo continued to brace himself with his hand on Mather’s shoulder. Tipping his head back, he let out a long low moan, his body shaking itself to pieces with ecstasy.
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Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
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