Excerpt Day: Barely Covered by Sedonia Guillone

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Barely Covered by Sedonia Guillone
Release Date: July 17, 2009
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
ISBN: 9781419922398
Publisher Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7432-barely-covered.aspx

Blurb: Barely Covered is the prequel to Barely Undercover. Kaz does not want to stand around alone in a gay strip club…that is, until the next act comes onstage. Damien is the hottest guy Kaz has ever laid eyes on and he watches, completely mesmerized, as Damien strips down to a scanty G-string. Unfortunately Kaz isn’t the only one who lusts after Damien’s luscious body. Another man wants Damien, whether Damien is willing or not, and Kaz must come to the rescue. Damien finds in Kaz the first person who’s ever protected him…and Damien has needed protecting in the past, desperately. The attraction between them is mutual and flares into lustful, delicious passion. When Damien’s attacker turns up dead, Kaz must find the killer quickly. Otherwise Damien will go from being the love of Kaz’s life to the top of his list of suspects.

Excerpt:

"And now, gentlemen," the announcer said over the cheering crowd gathered in front of the dance platform, "pure hard-on material is coming onto the stage in two seconds. Get ready to drool, guys, and give a warm welcome to.Damien!"

The crowd went wild, arms raised, practically rushing the stage. The sinewy, erotically driven beat of Berlin's Sex started playing and colored lights blinked rapidly from one side of the platform to the other, making a light show in the center of the stage.

The press of the crowd forced Kaz back toward the wall. Oh well. He decided not to jostle his way out and instead leaned against the sidewall, avoiding the crush of horny guys waving bills. This Damien guy seemed pretty popular, having roused the biggest cheers of the night so far. With an eye to the stage, Kaz took a sip of his Perrier, his cop instincts having told him to remain sober from the second he'd walked into the place. Club Moritz might be Boston's premier gay strip club, brawny bouncers and all, but there was a feeling here Kaz didn't like. Something smarmy that had nothing to do with.

The spotlight panned to the far side of the stage where one arm appeared from the dark shadows. The mere sight roused another round of cheers, whoops and hollers. Kaz sipped his mineral water again. Theatrics had never impressed him.

"Come on! Get the hell out here!" someone nearby shouted.

Kaz's gaze jerked to the owner of the voice, a big blond steroid monster in jeans and a t-shirt, drunk off his ass. Probably high too. Kaz had seen his type not make it into the police academy. Too much pumping iron mixed with steroid injections had drained all the blood from his brain. Kaz was big too, but being brawny didn't mean a guy had to be a shithead. Had Kaz not been off-duty, he would have gone over there and questioned him in suspicion of being under the influence.

More cheers drew Kaz's attention back to the stage. This Damien guy was in full view now.

Whoa. Kaz's heart lurched. He lifted away from the wall and stared at the man, gaze glued to a strip of sinewy chest and abs just visible between the flaps of a billowy white shirt. Sweat gleamed on Damien's skin and on the soft hairs glinting on his pecs. Kaz swallowed hard and he gaped openly at the treasure trail funneling down the center of Damien's abs.

Damien moved then, flipping his head back. That drew Kaz's look back up. Shaggy hair, the color hard to discern under the multicolored lights, framed Damien's chiseled face. Damien wore a big sexy smile and his large eyes flashed with promise. Wow, those were some eyes, heavy-lidded yet full of life.

That wasn't all, Kaz noticed, scanning the guy's face as Damien drew closer to his side of the stage. Damien's face was movie star perfection-softly sculpted lips, straight nose with one small bump, gleaming white teeth, right down to a tantalizing cleft in his perfect chin. As he danced across the stage and turned his back, his body-hugging black pants, shiny and smooth, set off his hard round ass so perfectly it almost appeared they were painted on. When he slunk back around to face the audience, those shiny pants did the same for that perfectly outlined package in front.

Hot damn. Kaz's mouth watered. If Damien was supposed to make a guy drool and want to fit that cock in his mouth, he succeeded.

The beat of the song thumped through the air, made the ground vibrate, a backdrop to the jeers and catcalls of the nearly all-male audience. Damien danced back toward the middle where he halted center stage, took hold of either side of his shirt and yanked it open.

That tiny move earned another round of testosterone-filled yells. Kaz could only stare, frozen, as Damien slipped one arm of the shirt partway down, exposing a muscled shoulder. In time to the music, he wound his hips and then his upper body, making the shirt fall open just enough to reveal a coin-sized nipple.

Hot blood pumped through Kaz's chest and gut, right down into his cock. He'd been watching hot guys strip up there for the last half-hour or so, but this Damien guy.

"Get those fucking pants off!" the 'roid monster's drunken jeer sounded over the rest of the crowd.

What a frigging douche bag. For some strange reason, Kaz found himself hoping Damien hadn't heard the lewd remark.

If Damien heard the guy, he gave no indication. He was busy teasing the crowd, whipping them into a froth. Slowly, sensuously he lowered the other arm of his shirt, exposing both shoulders, his chest and part of his chiseled abs. All the while those slim hips never stopped winding.

Kaz blinked. When he opened his eyes, Damien's shirt was off his torso and flying into the crowd, into a sea of reaching hands where it disappeared. Kaz salivated some more, wishing he'd caught the shirt. The urge to press it to his face and breathe in Damien's scent seized him.

Shit! What the hell was going on with him? Since when did he want to smell a guy he'd never met?

There wasn't time to wonder about it. Damien's entire upper body showed now. The spotlight overtook the multihued lights, giving Kaz a glimpse of Damien's real coloring-hair, a rich chestnut, skin tanned, nipples the color of warm cinnamon. And eyes. Damien turned and wound his way downstage again, in Kaz's direction, making Kaz especially grateful for his hawklike eyesight.eyes-a rich shade of green.

The guy was magnificent.

Kaz's heartbeat sped up and heat simmered between his t-shirt and skin. Even the blond 'roid monster's lewd yelling close by faded into the background as Damien continued to dance.

Hands locked behind his head, Damien ground his hips in sensual circles, turning front and back, driving his audience to a pitch. Dollar bills cascaded through the air, showering the stage like paper rain.

Damien's face broke into a wide, dazzling grin. He halted, both hands on one side of his waist.

The crowd roared.

Kaz gulped. Damien was working open his pants from the side. The black material hid a zipper that.inch by inch Kaz could see ran the length of Damien's leg.

Slowly, torturously in time to the sinuous beat of the music, Damien lowered the zipper.

Kaz shook himself. When had he started panting? Good thing the guys around him were at least as worked up as he was, caring only about watching the sex god on the stage as he revealed one sloping hard thigh. Bit by bit the material fell away. Damien pivoted quickly, concealing his front from the crowd. They cheered and hooted. Damien rewarded them with a round of his hips and staccato flexing of his perfect, round ass cheeks, separated only by a G-string up the crevice.