Discover the third book in the wonderful addicting Uncommon Whore series by author Belinda McBride, Prince of Faith. Then go enter the rafflecopter at the end of the post to be in the running for a cover poster and the first two books in the series (e-copies)- An Uncommon Whore and When I Fall.
Chatting with Markus Dayspring from Prince of Faith.
Please give a warm welcome to Markus Dayspring from An
Uncommon Whore 3: Prince of Faith by Belinda
McBride today as we sit down and see what makes him/her tick.
What’s your favorite thing to do
when you’re not saving (the world, clients, your mate)?
Honestly, it’s been such an
incredibly tough few years that my favorite thing to do is to sit in the
rooftop gardens of the palace at Neo Domus. It’s still a strange place for me
to live, but there’s beauty here, especially at night when all the flowers
bloom. I can be there with Caius and
just have time to be quiet and safe.
What is it about your love interest
Caius that makes you crazy in a good way?
OK, you know, he used to be this
arrogant, vain creature and now he’s so quiet and serene. Sometimes I say
something and expect the old Caius to answer, but now he thinks about what he
says. I love that about him, but it makes me a little sad that life has changed
him so much.
Do you sometimes want to strangle
your writer? Thrash her/him to within an inch of their life? Make them do the
stupid crap they makes you do?
Are you kidding me? She had one of
my best friends betray me by leaving me in Helios’ place with that nasty
bastard U’shma. Then I got to be a slave and a whore, not to mention a guinea
pig. And then drug addiction? Seriously?? Yes, I’d like to kick her ass. But
I’m incredibly glad she decided to send Caius after me so I could go home. She gave me blessings to compensate for the
hard times.
Favorite food?
Don’t laugh…I love soup. Adore it.
After the crap I’ve been eating this past year my gut was a bundle of knots.
Caius made me soup after he got me off the brothel barge. For the rest of my
life soup will equal love and safety.
Tell me a little bit about your world. What are your
greatest challenges in that world?
Neo Domus is a new world to me in many ways. When I look
around it seems so barren with the dry climate. But when I look closer, there
are trees and plants, they just aren’t the lush green I was used to at home.
But there are forests in the mountains; they are amazing. I haven’t gone to the
ocean yet but I hear its wonderful.
During the rainy season, rivers flood out into the
fields and when the waters recede, I’m told the soil is incredibly fertile.
There are other riches here too, but I’m forbidden to speak on that subject.
In reality, we are a new society…the two warring
factions from Arash united first in the
need simply to survive, now we share a commitment to flourish. There are
problems, we were too long at war for everything to go smoothly now, but we are
learning.
Describe yourself in four words.
Tough. Passionate. Broken.
Redeemed.
What do you do for a living?
Before my captivity I was a spy.
I’m not sure what I’ll be doing in the future. For now, I’m staying home and
getting to know my family and the new planet. There’s time enough to worry about what I’ll
be doing a year from now.
What do you fear the most?
I fear that I’ll wake up with
shackles on my wrists, and realize my story was all a dream.
An Uncommon Whore: Prince of Faith:
m/m science fiction romance
Prince of Faith
An Uncommon Whore Series Book Three
Fantasy, Futuristic/Science Fiction M/M Romance
Publisher: Loose ID
Cover Artist: PL Nunn
Held captive in a whorehouse, Markus Dayspring wakes every
morning with a thirst for revenge, and collapses every night with a prayer for
strength. He lives on in spite of deadly addictions and a crippling, shameful
secret. When he’s rescued by a man from his past, his reawakened love threatens
to crush his damaged soul.
Caius also has a secret, one that could ultimately kill him. But his vow to rescue Markus is stronger than guilt, fear and even his loyalty to King Helios. Too many have died because of Caius and rescuing the missing prince might allow him to sleep without nightmares.
Old habits are hard to break and new pain threatens their growing love. Yet one gleaming ray of hope continues to guide them to safety, even in the face of an unexpected violation of trust. With the stakes growing higher by the hour, Markus and Caius must learn to have faith before they can heal and face the future together.
Caius also has a secret, one that could ultimately kill him. But his vow to rescue Markus is stronger than guilt, fear and even his loyalty to King Helios. Too many have died because of Caius and rescuing the missing prince might allow him to sleep without nightmares.
Old habits are hard to break and new pain threatens their growing love. Yet one gleaming ray of hope continues to guide them to safety, even in the face of an unexpected violation of trust. With the stakes growing higher by the hour, Markus and Caius must learn to have faith before they can heal and face the future together.
Teaser:
The next time I see Griffin Hawke, I’m going to kick his stubborn ass from one end of the galaxy to the other.
The refrain ran through his head, day in and day out. For how long now? Markus Dayspring wasn’t certain. Over a year, surely. Longer, given the events that had transpired since Griffin Hawke had shanghaied him into the service of the skeezy bastard, U’shma. Once the shock of the assault wore off and Markus recovered a degree of lucidity, he remembered the other man he’d glimpsed, a beautiful face gazing down at him in horror. Betrayal.
It was Helios staring at him without a trace of recognition on his face.
Gone was the choppy hair and ruggedly handsome face, so similar to Markus’s own. They’d looked so similar they’d often been mistaken for brothers rather than cousins. This new Helios wore the gowns of a whore of Warlan, his copper-red hair hanging to his hips, his gray eyes lined with tattoos. In all, he hadn’t looked bad. He’d been spared most of the hardware that decorated a sex slave. Markus had caught a glimpse of Helios Dayspring before falling under Griffin’s blows. Those few seconds still had the power to chill him to the heart.
In spite of the fury, the frustration of being betrayed, Markus took comfort in the knowledge of Helios’s safety. While Grif played a deep game, Markus had as well, hiding the intelligence he’d gathered during their travels together. That information ultimately pointed to Warlan and their missing king. In spite of everything, the gruff bodyguard would never let harm come to Helios. The knowledge allowed him to focus on his own plight, and how to escape. So far no strokes of luck or genius had come to his rescue. So he languished here, day after day, bound hand and foot to a ridiculously comfortable bed.
Things could always be worse.
The door unlocked and creaked open; Markus automatically tested the deceptively light chains holding his wrists in place. His jaw went tight, already fighting the battle he faced. His heart pounded, and his breathing accelerated in fury. In anticipation. In shame.
A wizened old creature shuffled into the room, bearing a heavy tray in her bent, twisted hands. She grinned toothlessly. She’d once told Markus her teeth had been knocked out when she’d accidently clipped a customer during a blowjob. To her delight, the missing teeth made her job much easier.
He figured she must work in the dark. He couldn’t imagine anyone paying for her company.
She kicked the door closed, set the tray on a table, and turned to him. “You got a big night ahead, Your Highness. Boss wants you fed and prepped.” She double-checked his bindings, making an occasional adjustment. “We’ve moved outside coalition space. First day orbiting a new settlement. You’re in for a ride.” Her Common was fluent enough, though heavily accented. Of course, that could have been the missing teeth.
Her gnarled hands wandered his body in a rude exam, searching for weapons or anything he could use to injure a client. She slipped a hand into the cloth covering his groin, pinching a testicle. He gasped and writhed, and she cackled her amusement.
“Guess the last dose wore off.”
His heart dropped.
“Don’t. I can function without it.” He broke out in a cold sweat, and he wasn’t sure if need or dread caused his skin to prickle. The hag loosened his chains, using a single anchored length to guide his movements. Stiffly, he rose from the bed, eyeing her balefully. She was old, decrepit, and the most evil being he’d met in his life. No, she was the employee of the most evil person ever. The hag was merely his tool. That didn’t excuse the woman’s crimes against him. She was a beast.
With a jerk on the line, she guided him to the tiny toilet. A hiss of vapor released in his face, and he coughed, bracing himself for pain.
“Do your business.”
On command, his gut cramped. He pushed the loincloth to the side and collapsed onto the toilet, his intestines gripping like ropes of concrete. He groaned, hating the drugs, hating the old woman…hating everything. Everyone. Through pain-hazed vision he glared at her until the ordeal was completed.
She jangled the chain. “Get in the shower.”
Slowly he obeyed, flinching against the harsh, tearing scream of the poorly functioning sonic unit. If it’d been water, she’d force him to strip fully naked before her greedy gaze. She’d seen him naked many times before, but it didn’t matter. When there was so little dignity left in life, Markus held desperately to what he could.
He stepped out of the unit on trembling legs, cold sweat blossoming over his skin. He clenched his fist in fury. He could easily break away and kill the woman, but the price would be too steep. The time to escape would eventually come, but not now. She was ready for him. He’d learned the lesson in the harshest manner possible and wasn’t prepared to face the consequences again. There was a reason the hag had grown old in her dangerous profession. He ground his teeth, reluctantly taking his position on the bed. He carefully arranged a fold of fabric over his groin.
Ludicrous.
“Drink up.” She shoved a battered tin at him, and Markus looked at it with suspicion. He sniffed cautiously. After all this time, he still didn’t know what they were dosing him with. “It’s water. You humans need it. Scans say you’re too dry.”
With a prayer he gulped it down, choking, but loath to waste a drop. A minute passed, and another while she worked at his restraints. He felt unaffected and began to relax.
Shit. Relaxed. The goose bumps faded, and his body went warm with euphoria. In panic, he jerked the chains, too late to break away.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
“Open up.” She dangled some unidentifiable morsel in front of his mouth, and then pulled her hand away as Markus bit savagely. He chewed, glaring at her the entire time. He swallowed, and the feeding proceeded. “You’re lookin’ a little sleepy. How you feelin’?”
He didn’t answer. She was vanishing behind a blissful haze. He fought to hold on to his anger.
“You’re gettin’ sleepy. Can’t have that.” She floated through his vision, across the room, and then suddenly back in his face. Before Markus could react, his jaw was trapped in her shockingly strong grip, and a wand was cruelly inserted into a nostril. He flinched, but already the pungent, musky fumes overpowered him.
His erection was instantaneous. He howled in anger, fury. Pain. Fire licked his body, starting deep in his pelvis, reaching out to consume his cock and balls, his belly and chest. It burned from the inside right out to the skin, and his vision went red. His hips thrust uselessly, and Markus was fairly certain he begged for mercy. For relief.
For death.
The old woman laughed.
The next time I see Griffin Hawke, I’m going to kick his stubborn ass from one end of the galaxy to the other.
The refrain ran through his head, day in and day out. For how long now? Markus Dayspring wasn’t certain. Over a year, surely. Longer, given the events that had transpired since Griffin Hawke had shanghaied him into the service of the skeezy bastard, U’shma. Once the shock of the assault wore off and Markus recovered a degree of lucidity, he remembered the other man he’d glimpsed, a beautiful face gazing down at him in horror. Betrayal.
It was Helios staring at him without a trace of recognition on his face.
Gone was the choppy hair and ruggedly handsome face, so similar to Markus’s own. They’d looked so similar they’d often been mistaken for brothers rather than cousins. This new Helios wore the gowns of a whore of Warlan, his copper-red hair hanging to his hips, his gray eyes lined with tattoos. In all, he hadn’t looked bad. He’d been spared most of the hardware that decorated a sex slave. Markus had caught a glimpse of Helios Dayspring before falling under Griffin’s blows. Those few seconds still had the power to chill him to the heart.
In spite of the fury, the frustration of being betrayed, Markus took comfort in the knowledge of Helios’s safety. While Grif played a deep game, Markus had as well, hiding the intelligence he’d gathered during their travels together. That information ultimately pointed to Warlan and their missing king. In spite of everything, the gruff bodyguard would never let harm come to Helios. The knowledge allowed him to focus on his own plight, and how to escape. So far no strokes of luck or genius had come to his rescue. So he languished here, day after day, bound hand and foot to a ridiculously comfortable bed.
Things could always be worse.
The door unlocked and creaked open; Markus automatically tested the deceptively light chains holding his wrists in place. His jaw went tight, already fighting the battle he faced. His heart pounded, and his breathing accelerated in fury. In anticipation. In shame.
A wizened old creature shuffled into the room, bearing a heavy tray in her bent, twisted hands. She grinned toothlessly. She’d once told Markus her teeth had been knocked out when she’d accidently clipped a customer during a blowjob. To her delight, the missing teeth made her job much easier.
He figured she must work in the dark. He couldn’t imagine anyone paying for her company.
She kicked the door closed, set the tray on a table, and turned to him. “You got a big night ahead, Your Highness. Boss wants you fed and prepped.” She double-checked his bindings, making an occasional adjustment. “We’ve moved outside coalition space. First day orbiting a new settlement. You’re in for a ride.” Her Common was fluent enough, though heavily accented. Of course, that could have been the missing teeth.
Her gnarled hands wandered his body in a rude exam, searching for weapons or anything he could use to injure a client. She slipped a hand into the cloth covering his groin, pinching a testicle. He gasped and writhed, and she cackled her amusement.
“Guess the last dose wore off.”
His heart dropped.
“Don’t. I can function without it.” He broke out in a cold sweat, and he wasn’t sure if need or dread caused his skin to prickle. The hag loosened his chains, using a single anchored length to guide his movements. Stiffly, he rose from the bed, eyeing her balefully. She was old, decrepit, and the most evil being he’d met in his life. No, she was the employee of the most evil person ever. The hag was merely his tool. That didn’t excuse the woman’s crimes against him. She was a beast.
With a jerk on the line, she guided him to the tiny toilet. A hiss of vapor released in his face, and he coughed, bracing himself for pain.
“Do your business.”
On command, his gut cramped. He pushed the loincloth to the side and collapsed onto the toilet, his intestines gripping like ropes of concrete. He groaned, hating the drugs, hating the old woman…hating everything. Everyone. Through pain-hazed vision he glared at her until the ordeal was completed.
She jangled the chain. “Get in the shower.”
Slowly he obeyed, flinching against the harsh, tearing scream of the poorly functioning sonic unit. If it’d been water, she’d force him to strip fully naked before her greedy gaze. She’d seen him naked many times before, but it didn’t matter. When there was so little dignity left in life, Markus held desperately to what he could.
He stepped out of the unit on trembling legs, cold sweat blossoming over his skin. He clenched his fist in fury. He could easily break away and kill the woman, but the price would be too steep. The time to escape would eventually come, but not now. She was ready for him. He’d learned the lesson in the harshest manner possible and wasn’t prepared to face the consequences again. There was a reason the hag had grown old in her dangerous profession. He ground his teeth, reluctantly taking his position on the bed. He carefully arranged a fold of fabric over his groin.
Ludicrous.
“Drink up.” She shoved a battered tin at him, and Markus looked at it with suspicion. He sniffed cautiously. After all this time, he still didn’t know what they were dosing him with. “It’s water. You humans need it. Scans say you’re too dry.”
With a prayer he gulped it down, choking, but loath to waste a drop. A minute passed, and another while she worked at his restraints. He felt unaffected and began to relax.
Shit. Relaxed. The goose bumps faded, and his body went warm with euphoria. In panic, he jerked the chains, too late to break away.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
“Open up.” She dangled some unidentifiable morsel in front of his mouth, and then pulled her hand away as Markus bit savagely. He chewed, glaring at her the entire time. He swallowed, and the feeding proceeded. “You’re lookin’ a little sleepy. How you feelin’?”
He didn’t answer. She was vanishing behind a blissful haze. He fought to hold on to his anger.
“You’re gettin’ sleepy. Can’t have that.” She floated through his vision, across the room, and then suddenly back in his face. Before Markus could react, his jaw was trapped in her shockingly strong grip, and a wand was cruelly inserted into a nostril. He flinched, but already the pungent, musky fumes overpowered him.
His erection was instantaneous. He howled in anger, fury. Pain. Fire licked his body, starting deep in his pelvis, reaching out to consume his cock and balls, his belly and chest. It burned from the inside right out to the skin, and his vision went red. His hips thrust uselessly, and Markus was fairly certain he begged for mercy. For relief.
For death.
The old woman laughed.
Tour Dates/Stops:
10/21: Rainbow Gold Reviews, Sinfully Sexy
10/22: Multitasking Mommas, Kimi-Chan
10/24: Hearts on Fire, SA
McAuley
10/29: Jade Crystal, EE Montgomery
10/30: Amanda C. Stone, The Novel Approach
10/31: The Hat Party, Romance the Night
11/4: Love Bytes, Angel Martinez
About the Author
Belinda is
an award-winning, top selling author of erotic romance, speculative fiction and
LGBTQ romance. She lives in far Northern California with her family and a pack
of Siberian Huskies.
A graduate
of CSU Chico, she managed to attend the notorious party school without once
getting drunk, arrested or appearing in a "Girls Gone Wild" video.
Her main focus of study was classical and archival history, cultural
anthropology and theatre arts.
After
several years in the workforce. Belinda purchased a laptop computer and from
there, knew that her childhood dream of being an author would come to
life.
Belinda's
books are available at all the typical distributors as well as on the
publisher's homepages.
Author Contact:
@Belinda_McBride
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