The H-Gene: After the Plague Book 1 By Lisabet Sarai #MM #SciFi #gaysex #fundamentalism

 

When love is forbidden, the whole world’s a prison.

 

 Blurb

 Dylan Moore will do anything for freedom. Seven years ago, a gay plague spread to heterosexuals, killing millions and sparking brutal anti-gay riots. The Guardians rounded up men who tested positive for the homogene and imprisoned them in remote quarantine centers like desolate Camp Malheur. Since then, Dylan has hacked the camp's security systems and hoarded spare bits of electronics, seeking some way to escape. He has concluded the human guards are the only weakness in the facility's defenses.

 

Camp guard Rafe Cowell is H-negative. He figures the lust he feels watching prisoner 3218 masturbate on the surveillance cameras must be due to his loneliness and isolation. When he finally meets the young queer, he discovers that Dylan is brilliant, brave, sexy as hell — and claims to be in love with Rafe. Despite his qualms, Rafe finds he can't resist the other man's charm. By the time Dylan asks for his help in escaping, Rafe cares too much for Dylan to refuse.

 

Dylan's plan goes awry and Rafe comes to his rescue. Soon they're both fugitives, fleeing from militant survivalists, murderous androids, homophobic ideologues and a powerful man who wants Dylan as his sexual toy. Hiding in the Plague-ravaged city of Sanfran, Dylan and Rafe learn there's far more than their own safety at stake. Can they help prevent the deaths of millions more people? And can Rafe trust the love of a man who deliberately seduced him in order to escape from quarantine?

Note: This novel was previously released by Pride Publishing under the title Quarantine. It has been revised and re-edited for this release.

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Online Excerpt

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2020/07/new-release-and-giveaway-gayromance.html

X-Rated Excerpt

Rafe lay on his side in the antique four-poster bed, curled around Dylan’s slender form as though to protect him. One arm circled the ex-prisoner’s shoulder. Dylan’s butt pressed against Rafe’s groin. His rising dick brushed against pale, smooth skin. Dylan stirred but did not wake, nestling more firmly into the hollow made by Rafe’s bent spine and drawn up knees.

 Wan sunlight filtered through the drapes. The window bars made geometric patterns on the oriental rug. Blood pounded in Rafe’s cock and he thought about waking his partner. Dylan would no doubt be eager to satisfy Rafe’s need, but the other man’s deep, measured breathing made Rafe reluctant to disturb him. After the physical trials he’d endured, the guy needed his sleep.

 Rafe’s cock ached like hell, though. Lightly, barely touching, he rubbed his swollen dick over Dylan’s ass. It was like fucking silk, stretched over taut, firm muscle. Pre-cum leaked from the bulb, reducing the friction even further. Rafe began a slow, careful rock, sliding his cock up and down in the crevice between Dylan’s cheeks.

 It was fabulous agony, holding back this way, when what he really wanted was to pull his lover’s cheeks apart, drill into the dark hole between them, and let everything rip. At the same time, the self-imposed constraint just aroused him more. Dylan’s soft skin caressed his rod, teasing, almost unbearable. Rafe reined himself in, forcing himself to keep the rhythm slow, the thrusts gentle, even as his balls tightened and his cock screamed to bury itself somewhere hot, tight and wet.

 He kept his need in check, wanting to prove to himself that he wasn’t a selfish brute who’d deprive his lover of much needed sleep. His mind, though, took him in totally different directions. He imagined seizing the slumbering man, dragging him to his hands and knees, and slapping his ass, just to see the rosy imprint of his hand on that white flesh. He’d seize the reddened butt cheeks, hold them open, and ram his cock through the puckered entrance, making the other man wail and beg—first for him to stop, but soon for more. In his mind, Rafe reamed the fag’s ass, harder and faster than ever before, determined to show the kid what it felt like to be fucked by a real man.

 All the while, Rafe worked his cock back and forth in Dylan’s slick crack, hardly moving. He was sure he’d never come from such limited stimulation. The orgasm caught him by surprise. In his fantasy, Dylan yelled, clenching down and grinding against him. Rafe’s balls tightened into hard knots and all at once he was spewing cum all over Dylan’s back, biting his lip to suppress his own shout of pleasure.

 Gradually his heart rate and breathing returned to normal. Smiling, pleased with himself, he pulled Dylan’s sticky body closer to his own. He could still feel the slow rise and fall of the younger man’s chest. Damn, but the kid was a sound sleeper! Then he realized Dylan’s body was shaking with silent laughter.

 “How long have you been awake?” Rafe demanded.

 Dylan flipped over and planted a sloppy kiss on Rafe’s mouth. “A while,” he said, amusement sparkling in his emerald eyes. His rigid dick curved up to tickle Rafe’s belly and Rafe’s own recently emptied cock twitched with new life. “Now, can I have a turn?”

 

About Lisabet

 

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

 

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh