Set during the sweetest of holidays, this very special MM contemporary romance series, theSoulmate Series, keeps intriguing and entertaining all those who believe destiny is the key to a successful romance.
If finding a soul mate was a tasking effort, it was nothing to the seduction Martin had to work on Drake simply to convince him they were indeed soul mates. But then came the hard part, when got real complicated for the both of them and feelings spun out of control. But with one hard pirate to deal with, surrender will never come too easy.

[image:image-0]“The sex scenes are great and detailed, the dialogue quick and easy to follow. And hello good man on man lovin’ :)” JBP
Drake shifted position, unexpectedly feeling a growing erection, which seemingly had no explanation. “In a way. I’ve always had a particular liking for the man, a free spirit despite Queen Elizabeth’s strict customs,” he commented in an even tone, keeping his surprise at bay.
“That explains your fascination with pirates.” His hand played lightly with the glass, though Drake had the distinct impression he wanted to touch his hair. “And you also look the part, with your incredibly beautiful hair and black eyes.” He paused, studying Drake’s face for a moment. “Most portraits I’ve seen of pirates resemble you in many details.”
Drake’s stomach caved in at the words, even more because the Irish accent made it sound as sensual as an intimate caress. And damn it if I needed this, too! He groaned inwardly as his cock responded to the call with a sudden spasm that turned it into stone. “I don’t think anyone knew what pirates looked like.” He retorted more coldly than he intended, wondering if Martin had noticed his increased bulge. “They lived on the sea most of the time and their victims seldom lived to tell what they looked like. The only time people actually saw a pirate was when he was about to hang for his crimes and they certainly didn’t bother to take a picture of him. That’s why in paintings all pirates look alike.”
Martin shrugged. “I’m no expert on the subject. All I know is they had a hell of a good time raping, plundering and drinking their hearts out.”
Drake grinned. “Yeah, that’s probably why I like drinking, too.”
Martin’s eyes flashed in the semi-darkness. “Personally, I like the raping part better.” Raising his head, he trapped Drake’s eyes again. “I’ve always preferred sex over drinks.” A naughty smile crossed his lips. “I had the crazy notion there was a special person waiting just for me. To hop from one bed to another seemed the best strategy to find him, so I did a lot of…hopping.”
Unable to tear his eyes away from the compelling green gaze, the pirate grinned. “Not the faithful kind, I suppose.”
“Never believed in it. I always liked fooling around with whoever caught my fancy, but mostly my…dick.”
A shiver ran down Drake’s back as the dream returned forcefully to the fore. Martin’s look seemed unequivocal and for a moment, the pirate wondered what it would really feel like to taste something completely different. His shaft twitched, reminding that, in the haste to get something to drink, he had not bothered with underwear. So what if Martin notices it? And a delicious thrill ran down his spine. “With your looks, I’m sure women must’ve been all over you.”
“Whoever mentioned women?”
Drake was not sure he had heard correctly over the painful thumping in his ears that drowned every other sound. But Martin’s hand gripping his rising shape left little doubt to his meaning.
“They’ve never been, nor will they ever be, my first choice.” Then he dipped his head.
Before the pirate had the time to recover his wits, Martin’s warm palm was already holding the rigid stem, skillfully freed by nimble fingers. Drake gasped at the unexpected pleasure of the devil’s warm tongue wrapping around the bulging head, swelling its already considerable size in the matter of seconds and unleashing a fierce battle between violently conflicting emotions. A part of him protested to the treatment, insisting he end it immediately, stopping Martin’s seductive lip slide and returning the cock to the safety of his pants. But it was already too late, Drake realized, settling more comfortably against the couch’s back to facilitate Martin’s avid attentions.
And the devil did not wait for further invitation. Drawing the demanding cock inside, he sucked greedily until Drake felt his tip touching the edge of Martin’s throat. With a groan, he pushed up his hips to take the fatal plunge, but Martin stopped him by curling his tongue around the bulging head, holding it steady while continuing to lap it generously.
Drake leaned back. A blowjob had never satisfied him in his life. Women simply had no idea where a shaft wanted the tongue to lavish its wet attentions, following their own inspiration, which often did not consider a man’s likes or dislikes. Besides, he had the feeling most did not even like doing it and he was more than fed up with half-hearted attempts. So he usually did not encourage the practice, fearing it would only disappoint him in the end. Martin though, knew exactly where to direct his slithering tongue and how much pressure to apply. Running smoothly on the long length, he inflamed the base of the bulging head, driving Drake crazy with scorching desire, especially by squeezing his balls lightly, sometimes dipping down to suck them before returning to his favorite part of the equipment.
Drake groaned again in sweet delight. Not only did the Irish devil love cocks, judging from the energy and passion he devoted to them, but he also paid a special tribute to an area most women neglected. In fact, Martin’s every effort worked in one direction alone, to make him come. And surprisingly enough, the pirate knew he would for the first time in his life, his cock responding beautifully to the exciting stimulation. Drake had never felt it harder or thicker as it pressed on Martin’s cheek, hit his palate, strained to plunge down the throat, battled against the tongue’s vicious attacks. It felt blissful, especially after Martin’s hands stepped up their tantalizing skin slide, matching the pirate’s steady hip swing until his stunning release filled the blond devil’s mouth with repeated powerful jets of hot fluid.
THE PIRATE’S SURRENDER is a fast paced, sexually charged read that pulls readers into the fledgling relationship between Drake and Martin. Ms. Tolomei doesn’t skimp on the emotional aspect of their feelings for each other and there’s no doubt that the other people they bring into their lives are mere substitutions for each other. There’s a tangled web of sexual relationships that shock the senses but there’s also honesty in those encounters that gave me a sort of respect for these men as well.” RJR rated it 4 Ribbons
Martin and Drake are an explosion of hot male loving. Their need for each other goes well beyond sex, and it is great to see how Martin gives Drake the time and freedom to find his way in their relationship. I found this story to be sexy and engaging.” Coffee Time Romance & More
Grabbing his hand, Martin dragged him to the bed, impatiently stripping him naked. “Will you let me have you, Pirate?” After the seductive whisper, he pulled back to take in his beautiful body, partly covered by the long hair, an irresistible temptation of itself. The long, muscular legs and narrow waist leading up to a broad chest, sustained round, firm buttocks Martin longed to possess.
“Are you sure you can take me?” The black eyes twinkled mischievously as the pirate reached for him. Returning the favor, he stripped Martin naked before clutching with warm palms what was unbearably stone-like. “Or do I need to make sure you’re up to it?”
“I’d say you better check.” Pushing on his shoulders, Martin made him fall on his knees. His cock twitching impatiently, he could not avoid the groan at the wet cavity’s intake. “Take it all, Pirate, and make it fast, ‘cause I can’t wait to stick it in your ass.” Pressing his hands in the sensual hair, Martin made sure Drake did what he was ordered, pushing his hips at the same time to reach complete depth in one stride.
Not that the pirate could hold the position for long. Letting go seemed a better alternative than suffocating him, which would have been deplorable on his ass-fuck plans. But the cough did not move him to either pity or mercy. Once it subsided, Martin grabbed Drake’s head to force his thick equipment down his throat again. “Have I told you that you’re getting better at this?”
A gagging gurgle, then a gasp followed by another bout of coughing. “I suppose that’s why you’re trying to choke me.”
“Makes for a better learning experience.”
“I thought you had one planned for my ass.”
“All in due time.” Chuckling softly, he pushed Drake back to his oral duties, holding his head and shoving through, fucking his mouth like he would an ass or a cunt. “Don’t be so impatient.” But his cock had tightened so painfully at the reminder he could not postpone it.
“Damn!” Stopping his rhythmical pumping, Martin pulled away. “You’re getting too good at this. Not fair the student should eclipse his teacher.”
“I guess I know what the punishment will be.”
“And you sorely deserve one.” Extremely turned on, he was about to push Drake belly down on the bed when the pirate stopped him.
“No, take me up front. I want to see your face when you sink into me.”
“Up front?” The mere prospect almost made him come there and then. “Pirate, I’m not sure it’s the right position for you. I mean it’s not like you’ve been doing it long.” God knew, his first and so far only time had been the most arousing experience in Martin’s life, but they had not pursued it.
“I’ll bear with it.” Inexorable, Drake lay down on his back.
“Have it your way.” I just hope I make it inside your ass before I lose it all.
First, though, his soul-mate needed to be wet, very wet. “Get me the lube.” Martin gestured at the flagon on the floor, next to the right nightstand.
“Is this how you’re going to make it hurt less?” Teasingly, Drake reached over to grab it, then handed it to Martin.
“Just wait and enjoy.” After squirting a large dose of the transparent gel on one palm, he returned the flask to Drake. While rubbing his hands to drench them, he remembered he had learned of this trick, the wet hand-job, during one of his trips to Asia, to Bangkok if he recalled correctly, still reeling from it as immediately after the trained prostitute had finished with him. Impossible for a man, any man, to resist. Even for the most endurable of them, the slow slide he began on the pirate’s stem with a touch as light as a feather and as moist as a waterfall. The two effects combined worked like a charm on a man’s dick, making it stand stiffer than a marble cave in Carrara. It was the wanting more that drove him rabid with the frenzy to have more while getting less, only the merest brush, which turned it into the most exciting game Martin knew. So despite the pirate’s obvious efforts for a firmer jerking, Martin kept it light on purpose, wanting Drake to die from sheer longing.
Well, he nearly got his wish. Frantic, Drake pushed up and down, thrashing under every breeze caressing his cock, until Martin almost felt sorry for him. “Poor Pirate, getting frustrated?”
“Stop torturing me and do something.” Drake growled. “Anything.” Now it was more of a plea. “Please.” Yes, definitely groveling this time.
“Oh, I will. Don’t worry.” Hands circling the balls, his fingers slipped down to the narrow entrance. “I’ll have your ass, remember?”
“Then take it now!”
“Impatient pirate.” Chuckling softly, Martin teased the tiny hole opening up to his fingers’ probing. “I’m the master now, so I’ll do it on my own time.” Bending over, Martin licked his lube-flavored cock, a cruel and unnecessary addition before reaching between the legs for the narrow hole he, more than Drake, was dying to enlarge. Spreading his legs, the pirate allowed him more space for the rimming, which drenched the tight entrance inside and out. Testing it with his fingers, Martin noticed that, unlike the previous time, Drake gave in immediately to his pressure. “Didn’t know you wanted it so bad.”
“Just stick it in.”