About Carved from Gold
Written by Mike Shade
81 pages/29000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-237-9, 1-60370-237-7
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
In the Temple of Iro, men worship the gods with their bodies. Split into sects, or shards, depending on which path they follow, each shard has a curate, each curate has a novitiate; Hokonnen is Sint's.
Torn from the familiar and chaotic Emerald Shard, Hokonnen finds himself novitiate to Sint of the Gold Shard, where submission is key. Hokonnen cannot understand why he was initially drawn to and accepted by the wrong shard. Could it be that he was deliberately misled? And perhaps there is more to the storms and chaos that seem to call to him than meets the eye.
Can Sint keep the chaos from having Hokonnen? And can the tattooed Hokonnen find the peace he needs within the walls of the Gold Shard, and, ultimately, within Sint's arms?
Read this Path of Iro novel and find out!
Review
Mychael Black, author of the Hearth & Home Chaser series, writes: A great evil is threatening the Shards of Iro. At the core of its attentions is Hokonnen--lover and novitiate to Sint of the Gold Shard. But the evil doesn't count on the intense love within the temple. Nor does it count on the depth of Hokonnen's trust and devotion for Sint.
Can the men of the temple protect one of their own? Or will the evil finally gain control and destroy them all?
Carved from Gold is a beautiful story of magic and devotion. Love and sex are as important as prayer when worshiping the gods. The bonds formed as a result stand the test of time--among other trials.
The love between Sint and Hokonnen is strong; their lovemaking beyond words. Brash and Pandreas are equally enthralling--especially together.
If you're looking for a sweet but hot tale with a good bit of sex magic, then you'll love Carved from Gold.
Sample
There was a storm coming.
Hokonnen could smell it, feel the energy and the power and the call in the wind that slid over his skin. He slipped from the large bed, from Sint's strong arms and padded through the hallways toward the tiny private courtyard.
The priests and initiates of the Emerald shard would be in the main courtyard, as well as the tiny group that made up the Ruby shard -- all together drawing in the wild energy. Once, not too long ago, when he wore the green robes, the collar studded with emeralds, he would have joined them. Now he wore gold, the jewels that marked him as an imitate long gone. Now he was drawn to the wildness of the storm as if it was a dream, a magic.
Hokonnen opened the door, gasping as the wind and rain slapped against his body. It was cold and hard, the chaos screaming to him, buffeting at him, trying to knock him down, pull him out.
Strength and warmth suddenly stood behind him, Sint's body keeping him upright, grounding him.
The dream faded, suddenly and completely, his master's presence surrounding him. "Master."
Long fingers stroked over his belly. "Hokonnen. You were dreaming of the storm."
"Yes. It calls for me." He stretched, Sint's touch a fascination, an addiction.
Sint growled softly, fingers curling around his hip. "It can't have you."
"No?" He leaned back, looked back into dark, fine eyes made huge by the complete lack of hair. His beautiful lover.
"No. You are mine, Hokonnen." The words were hard, but the look in Sint's eyes was warm, loving as well as possessive.
He nodded, "Your own."
Each path had a shard, each shard had a curate. Each curate had a novitiate.
He was Sint's.