"Hands down people, this is my favorite KT Grant book I’ve read so far. I highly recommend Prince’s Groom for those of you wanting a little break from all the contemporary manlove out there and want something that scratches your pirate itch." -Smoking Hot Books
(The Pirates of Flaundia #2)
Synopsis: Mr. Martin, the former first mate of an infamous pirate captain is mourning the loss of his young lover. He and Thomas de Fleurre, an exiled prince turned gentleman landowner, had a passionate affair on a tropical island paradise for a very short time. Thomas decides to end their relationship since Martin is a wanted man on the run for a twenty-year-old crime he didn’t commit.
Thomas longs for the frank speaking Martin, who not only ravaged his body, but his heart and soul. He has moved on, finding happiness in the arms of another man, but can’t stop thinking about those hot steamy nights where Martin made his every fantasy become a reality.
Martin’s past comes back to haunt him as he arrives on Thomas’s doorstep to finish what they started. And then Martin puts his life on the line to save Thomas from an unstable woman who is obsessed with claiming Thomas as her own.
With a dangerous highwayman also terrorizing the land who has close ties to Martin, Thomas becomes a target in a deadly game of cat and mouse. It’s up to Martin to save Thomas and hope they can sail away on their tide of passion, where he will end up being the Prince’s groom.
Spicy excerpt:
The man on Thomas's mind walked into the room and shut the door. He stood in the semi-darkness as Thomas looked his fill. Each and every time he saw Martin, his heartbeat pounded at a ferocious rate and his groin grew heavy. He had not felt this deep passion for another man until Mr. Martin, Chelsey Dread's former first mate, had waltzed into his life and seduced him.
"There you are, lad. I've been looking for you everywhere." Martin walked toward him with a bright grin on his face.
He looks at me as if he loves me. Thomas clasped his hands behind his back to stop from reaching out and taking Martin in his arms. He was so very wrong. Martin didn't love him. Desired and lusted for him, yes. But loved him? No.
Thomas remained silent as Martin wrapped his thick hands around Thomas’s nape and tipped his head back. He swallowed, overcome with the need to get down on his knees and worship Martin's cock. Never had he experienced anything like it. Thomas would never forget this man as long as he lived.
"What are you thinking of, Your Highness?" Martin asked and licked his lips.
Thomas clenched his fists, wanting desperately to run his fingers through Martin's dark goatee, spread his palms over his bald head, and press kisses over the older man's face. He frowned. He didn't even know how old Martin truly was, let alone his first name.
"Please don't call me ‘lad.’ And certainly not ‘Your Highness.’ I'm very much a man and no longer a prince, and haven't been for many years. I would have no idea how to even run a country given the chance," Thomas said, adding the last as an afterthought.
Martin released Thomas's neck and slid his hands down the younger man’s body until he grabbed hold of his ass and cupped both cheeks. Thomas moaned in response. His eyes flicked shut and he inhaled deeply. Thomas smelled the remnants of the dark yeasty ale Martin had drunk earlier in the night. He barely stopped himself from lifting up and placing his lips over the older man's bushy jaw.
"You're in a bit of the bite now, aren't you?"
Thomas snorted. Martin’s way with words always made him smile; it was one of the things he adored about him.
"Mr. Martin, I wish I could place your dialect. It’s a strange one indeed. Where did you say you resided again?"
"Nowhere important."
Thomas opened his eyes and folded his hands. He held back from fixing the front of his breeches. His prick had risen, and was most likely noticeable to a roving eye. But since he was alone with Martin, his erection wasn’t a cause for concern. He disregarded his want, however, and allowed ire to grow in its place.
"I find it odd that although we have been intimate in every sense of the word, you still won't give me a straight answer about your past or who your people are. Why is that?" Thomas moved out of Martin's embrace and walked over to the four poster bed where he leaned against the backboard.
Martin wiped a palm over his head and sniffed. He then scratched his chin and neck. Thomas watched as Martin's muscular biceps flexed under his sleeveless tan shirt. He never wore a jacket, and his shirt was always missing the sleeves. Thomas glanced down at his own dark blue coat. He unbuttoned it, allowing his body to breathe easier in the humid air.
"I'm not one to share too many details about myself. The less you know, the better."
"For whom, Martin? Or is that even your real name? Why won't you tell me your first—"
Martin made a cutting motion through the air. "We've been through this already. Why harp on the issue again? There are more important things to do and worry about then gab about our secrets."
Thomas lifted his hands and then dropped them down to his sides. "See, that’s the difference between you and me. I have no secrets. I'm an open book. You, though, are a mystery that refuses to be solved."
"Oh, you're an open book? Heh. That's one lie you have been tellin’ yourself right all along, Thom."
What in God’s earth is he talking about? "I must have misunderstood just now. When have I ever lied?"
Martin stepped in front of Thomas and grabbed hold of his arms. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. Martin held him in an immobile grip.
"You've been lying most of your life about this." Martin swooped in for a deep kiss.
Thomas landed his palms against Martin's chest and dug his fingers into the damp material of his shirt. Martin sweated a great deal more than he did, not that he minded in the least. He loved to lick Martin's brawny chest and flat stomach. He had become addicted to the man's musky scent.
All thoughts of arguing were soon forgotten as Thomas curved his arms around Martin's shoulders and pulled him in close. His tongue slipped into Martin's mouth and swiped the inside of his cheeks. Martin chuckled deeply and licked the roof of Thomas's mouth, making him bite down on Martin's bottom lip.
Martin released Thomas, but backed up a bare inch away from his face. "I've taught you well." He shoved his hand in between Thomas's legs and fondled him through his pants.
