Friday, April 6, 2018

Excerpt: Syncopation by Anna Zabo (NSFW!)

Anna Zabo is kicking off a new contemporary M/M series next week with the release of Syncopation! To celebrate, I've got a hot little teaser for you below. Be warned, it's definitely NSFW. Grab some ice cubes and read on! ๐Ÿ˜‰






Syncopation by Anna Zabo
Publisher: Carina Press (April 9th, 2018)
Series: Twisted Wishes, 1
Genre: Contemporary Romance -- M/M


There’s no resisting the thrum of temptation in this male/male rock-star romance from genre-favorite author Anna Zabo!

Twisted Wishes front man Ray Van Zeller is in one hell of a tight spot. After a heated confrontation with his bandmate goes viral, Ray is hit with a PR nightmare the fledgling band so doesn’t need. But his problems only multiply when they snag a talented new drummer—insufferably sexy Zavier Demos, the high school crush Ray barely survived.

Zavier’s kept a casual eye on Twisted Wishes for years, and lately, he likes what he sees. What he doesn’t like is how out of control Ray seems—something Zavier’s aching to correct after their first pulse-pounding encounter. If Ray’s up for the challenge.

Despite the prospect of a glorious sexual encore, Ray is reluctant to trust Zavier with his band—or his heart. And Zavier has always had big dreams; this gig was supposed to be temporary. But touring together has opened their eyes to new passions and new possibilities, making them rethink their commitments, both to the band and to each other.




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Syncopation by Anna Zabo





This scene takes place during the Twisted Wishes tour, after they’ve played a few shows with Zavier as their drummer. Zav sees someone he doesn’t know on their hotel floor. Worried that Ray’s going make a huge mistake, he interrupts Ray before anything can happen. 



Ray had been furious when Zavier had walked in on him and whatever the guy’s name was. Then he’d been horrified when the drugs had fallen onto the floor. Jesus. Carl would have had a field day with that. What if the guy had slipped him something? 
Now? Now he was cold and embarrassed and too fucking turned on. Let’s get started, shall we? 
Zavier’s dark smirk burned through Ray’s body, as did the tattoos that circled Zavier’s arms from his rolled-up shirtsleeves down to his wrists. 
“You not taking anything off?” 
“No, I’m not.” He inspected Ray, who fought the urge to shiver. “Stay there and don’t move.” Zavier circled to one side. “This is about you.” He laid a hand on Ray’s hip. “Turn this way.” 
Soon Ray stood facing the windows. The shears were drawn, but through them he saw the shimmering lights of Houston. Ray closed his eyes when Zavier’s warm hand claimed his other hip. Each finger felt like a brand against his skin. They’d touched before, but not like this, not with Zavier standing so close behind him. 
Oh, did Ray’s cock like the idea that flashed through his mind—Zavier bending him over and fucking him right there. Or maybe pressing him up against the window. Over a chair. He hadn’t bottomed in so long, because everyone expected him to top. 
“I thought you’d want to watch me jack off.” Zavier was taller, but not by much. Pressing so close to him from behind, he’d not see much at all. 
“I told you”—Zavier’s hot breath skimmed over Ray’s back and shoulders—“this is about you.” 
Ray blinked his eyes back open, mostly because if he didn’t he’d fall over from the dizziness of having Zavier literally a breath away. Bet if he leaned back, he’d meet Zavier’s chest. God, he was so fucking hard. 
“Stroke yourself, slowly.” Zavier emphasized the last word, and his breath caressed Ray’s neck. 
Ray did as told, wrapping his hand around his dick and giving it several much-needed pulls. He bit his lip and stared at the sheers. Fuck, this wouldn’t take long. 
Zavier clicked his tongue. “I said slowly, Ray.” Fingers dug into his hips. “Listen to me and do what I say—not what you think I mean.” Disapproval dripped from every word. 
Ray’s heart leapt into his throat. Shit. He couldn’t even jerk off right. “Um. I thought that was slow.” He took the strokes down a notch. 
“Slower.” 
And again. 
Slower, Ray.” 
And again. Fuck! He ran his hand bit by bit up and down his shaft, each inch painfully good. He wanted so much more than this, wanted the quickness and oblivion of orgasm. Not the torture of being aware of every inch of skin, of Zavier’s body, and those hands at his hips. 
“Yes. Like that. Very good.” It might have been Ray’s imagination, but he swore he felt Zavier’s lips brush his neck. Every nerve tingled, and a grunt slipped out. 
A chuckle. “Run your thumb other the head. Slick it with your precome.” 
Oh god, that felt so fucking good. Ray tipped his neck back and sighed. If he let go enough, he could almost imagine it wasn’t his hand around his cock—especially since it wasn’t his mind directing. He tried speeding up. 
A snort and fingers dug into his hip again. “Ray.” 
Right, so even without seeing Ray’s hand, Zavier knew. 
“Play with your balls.” 
That made Ray close his eyes and groan. He had lightning in his veins. This whole thing was too fucking hot. Got even hotter when Zavier made him spit for lube like on some porno and finally—finally—let him pick up the pace. Then it was all listening to that deep voice as Zavier told him what to do. Speed up, slow down, circle the head. Twist. Go fast. Stop. Ease a tight fist down to the root. On and on until Ray couldn’t see or think straight. 
Every hint of praise from Zavier sang up his spine to his head. Every huff of displeasure singed his soul. 
“Fuck.” Ray’s legs trembled and he rocked his hips into his hand, too aware of Zavier’s fingers holding him. “This what you do to someone when you jack them off?” Maybe Zavier was right—he wouldn’t survive. 
This time Zavier’s lips did touch his neck, a press of wet heat, a laugh, and hot words burned against his skin. “No. Most often they’re tied down, with my fingers or my cock in their ass.” 
Oh hell. Now that was an image. Bound and utterly at Zavier’s mercy? Being filled by him? Ray’s rhythm faltered, his balls tightened, and the world threatened to turn to white and flames. “Oh, shit. I’m close.” 
Teeth scraped his neck. “Don’t come.” 
Fuck, fuck. His veins were on fire. “What?” 
“Don’t come until I say, Ray.” A huff of hot air. “But don’t stop, either. Same pace as before.” 
No way in hell. Not when he was this close. Spots dotted his vision and his body burned for release. “I can’t.” 
“Yes, you can.” He couldn’t tell if Zavier pulled him back or stepped forward, only that he met Zavier’s chest. The hard length of a jeans-covered dick rocked against Ray’s ass.
He gasped at the contact. Proof positive that Zavier wanted him. Actually wanted him.
Zavier spoke so low, so sexy. “Jack yourself like before, like I taught you. But don’t come.” 
This was going to kill him, but he couldn’t stop listening to Zavier. Couldn’t stop obeying him. Struggled not to break and shatter against him. 
Whispered words followed. Hot and heady. “Faster. Yes. Like that. Now twist. Press the head.” 
He was dying. So strung out. Each stroke an agony of delight. 
“Imagine your thumb is a tongue. Rock your hips like that.” 
So close to the edge, so aware of Zavier, his heat, his length. But he couldn’t— 
“Slow down. Roll your balls.” 
Like being burned and frozen at the same time. Too much. 
“Yes, Ray. That’s perfect.” 
He gasped and moaned at the pleasure in Zavier’s voice, and didn’t know how he was still standing. Everything had gone white. His body shook with the need for release. He wasn’t close—he was so far beyond that he barely hung on to sanity by the slimmest of margins. “Please. Please please please.” 
“You’re so beautiful,” Zavier murmured. “Come for me, Ray.” 
He didn’t know if he cried out, because the pleasure was so intense it robbed his sight and hearing and took him out of the world. He tumbled and tumbled, hot semen coating his hand and Zavier’s teeth scraping against the back of his neck. He fell until there wasn’t anything in his head but a haze and silence and blessed relief. 
All that remained was him and the man who held him up. Zavier Demos. 
Oh fuck.


~ Anna Zabo









Anna Zabo writes contemporary and paranormal romance for all colors of the rainbow, and lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, which isn’t nearly as boring as most people think.

Anna has an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University, where they fell in with a roving band of romance writers and never looked back. Anna also has a BA in Creative Writing from Carnegie Mellon University.




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Well fuck. I think I need a moment after that . . . 


Want to know what else these two get up to, in the bedroom and out? Be sure to pre-order your copy of Syncopation today and dive in on Monday, April 9th!





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