Here is your Saturday Snark from Book One of the "Passion of Africa" series (historical, interracial, gay romance) entitled, Dare Not Speak Its Name. Enjoy!




Samuei turned to Edward, narrowing his eyes at the broad-shouldered Englishman sitting on the chaise in his sitting room. What the hell was he doing here?

"What in the name of the Almighty are you doing here Edward?" he asked. Samuei watched nervously as Edward slowly stood from where he sat sprawled delectably on the cherished chaise lounger that Samuei's mother had acquired from Paris. He swallowed thickly, his gaze rising from the older man's clavicle to his chin and finally up to his eyes as he got closer to him. His body trembled with need and desire, his palms growing sweaty. His cock throbbed with the rapid beating of his heart and he tried desperately to restrain the moan that threatened to burst forth from his mouth. This was why he'd been hesitant to return from Zanzanubia. Being with his grandfather and uncles he'd been able to forget all about the man his father had assigned to protect him. He'd also been able to explore that side of himself that Edward had admonished him to forget about.

"I heard that you'd returned," Edward stated simply and try as he might, Samuei was unable to stop his eyes from closing as he savored the sound of the other man's deep voice as it brushed against his senses, caressing his spirit and embracing his soul. He sighed shakily as he felt the touch of Edward's large hand against the side of his face. Christ Almighty he had missed this. He felt his head being tilted back by Edward's thumb and forefinger and he opened his eyes to look up at him. "I'm glad you came back to me little one," Edward said huskily as he leaned closer to kiss him.

Like a bucket of cold water being dumped on his head Samuei snapped out of his lustful haze and stepped back. "You don't kiss little ones, Edward, you give them a lemon tart and send them to the nursery to play. I am a man. A man who has kissed and been kissed, who has lain with other men," he stepped closer to Edward as he saw his eyes darken in anger and what looked like jealousy. "When you're ready to see me as a man, and treat me as such, then you can kiss me. Until then, how about you just guard my body and leave it at that."

With what his mother would have aptly termed a manly flounce, Samuei turned on his heel and left the room.


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