"4 1/2 Kisses!...As always, M. L. Rhodes delivers sizzling sensuality, and this time it's wrapped in realistic, terrifyingly possible speculative fiction. Griffin and Jarrah are both characters whom the reader will find readily empathetic, and the plot revolving around Griffin’s psychic capabilities and his family’s need to destroy him is stimulating and fast-paced. In Souls Deep, Ms. Rhodes pens M/M sensuality in just as searing a manner as she does M/F intimacy, and is a writer not to miss out on."—Frost, TwoLips Reviews
"5 Roses!...M. L. Rhodes has created two very compelling characters in Griffin and Jarrah. These two men come from very different backgrounds but both have been betrayed by those they love. The attraction they feel is mutual but they must overcome several obstacles in order to come together. The sex is both scorching and sensual. The developing relationship is compelling and, at times, heart wrenching. This is a story not to be missed!"—Robin, My Book Cravings
"This highly sensual tale of two men and the exploration of their feelings and desires is one that should not be missed. Ms. Rhodes manages to create two characters who are very similar in their need to find someone who will love and care for them despite their differences. Each has their own peculiarities, which makes their journey and the discoveries they make all the more poignant."—Georgia, Joyfully Reviewed
“I…you don’t have to do this,” Griffin said, reaching for the cloth. “I can wash myself.”
“Be still.”
The command, though softly-spoken, was firm enough Griffin didn’t argue. Instead, he lay quietly and accepted the man’s ministrations. At this point he had no real energy to do it himself, and the man had already seen him at his naked, exposed worst.
“After you’re clean, you can eat something.”
The warm scrape of cloth continued to move, sweeping across the light dusting of dark hair on Griffin’s chest, exploring his ribcage, his sides—avoiding the bandage around his stomach—but finding no other spot on his torso sacred.
Much to his consternation, a tingle of desire blossomed again in Griffin, deep in his core, quivering and slithering through him.
The man dipped the cloth in the water, squeezed it out, then rubbed the wet, nubby fabric against Griffin’s groin, around his cock and balls, which were suddenly aching in a very sexual way.
Gods… Fighting to keep his breathing even, but failing miserably, he turned his head to the side, toward the wall away from the stranger, and closed his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he tried to will himself not to respond to the intimate attention. But his traitorous body was just enjoying it too damned much.
“Drugs…” Griffin panted. “What…what kind of drugs did you give me?” It had to be the drugs making him feel this way.
“You’ve had no drugs.”
Griffin gasped as the man lifted his twitching cock in one cool hand, holding it up away from his skin as he slid the washcloth underneath it. “Had to be…I…”
“No drugs.”
“But…I don’t hurt. Well, not really, not until I sat up and moved too much.” Not to mention you touching me is making me horny as hell, and that is not a fucking normal thing for me. Men do not make me hot. Although, to be honest, he’d never been touched intimately by a man before, until now.
His cock, by this time, was fully erect and bobbing eagerly in the man’s hand. Mortified, Griffin sucked in a deep breath, trying to will the damn thing back into submission. It didn’t work.
By the time the man had finished cleaning his groin area and moved down his legs, Griffin was on fire. It didn’t matter the cool hands were no longer on his privates. His body had decided it liked the attention and wanted more.
“The bullet. Did you take it out?” he asked, trying to keep his mind off the raw sexual hunger that continued to rise so fiercely in him.
“Yes.”
How long have I been here?”
“Three days.”
Griffin’s hips twitched as the stranger ran the cloth over his calves, then back up the insides of his thighs.
“Wh-who are you?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse with a need he couldn’t quite hide. Best to keep talking. Anything to keep his mind off his damned arousal.
“No one of consequence.” The raspy response sent a new surge of desire through Griffin that settled right below his balls...