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ANNOUNCEMENT/GIVEAWAY: The Most Loved of All, by Tinnean

The Most Loved of All

QSFer Tinnean has a new MM paranormal book out in her Strange, Strange World series:

During the War to End All Wars, Roddy Sayer survived his trip down the Ruzizi with his beloved, Charlie Pearson. He survived the sinking of the Konigin Marie Christine he and Charlie engineered. But now it’s 1922, his beloved is dead after working on a dig in Egypt to unearth royal tombs, and Roddy is alone, with odd, erotic dreams of an Egyptian prince ensnared by the machinations of a high priest. Is he losing his mind?

Thomas Fortescue-Smythe, who flirted with Roddy and made advances toward him before, finds him again. Tommy persuades Roddy to come to his family home in England, and eventually, to share his bed and his body.

But when Roddy sees an Egyptian man and knows it is the same man who was the high priest in his dreams, can he keep himself and Tommy safe?

Strange, Strange World Book 2

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Tinnean is giving away an e-book of Destiny’s End, Book 1 in this series in the format of the winner’s choice.


It was a warm afternoon, and in the privacy of my rooms in the temple of Anubis, I wore nothing but a linen kilt.

“I have a gift for you, Prince.” The high priest strolled into the courtyard off my rooms, where I idly plucked figs from one of the trees that grew there and nibbled on the ripened fruit.

“Khentemsemet.” I gave him a regal nod. I was a prince, after all, and while he was high priest of the god I served, he was minor nobility at best. “What do you have for me?”

Khentemsemet came closer, and an intoxicating scent seemed to envelope me. He held out a closed hand, then turned it over and opened it, and I caught my breath at the sight I beheld: a string of lustrous black pearls that dangled from his fingers. I’d never before seen anything as beautiful, and Khentemsemet was giving them to me.

“Do you like them?”

“Yes!” I reached out to stroke them, and he withdrew them. “Khentemsemet?”

He smiled, took my hand, and dropped the pearls into them. They were cool, in spite of him holding them, but they quickly warmed in my palm.

I tilted my head to observe the high priest. Why had I never realised how handsome he was? “Why this gift, my lord?” I’d always been so cool to him, although at the moment I could not fathom why.

His smile broadened. “I like hearing you address me in that manner.”

I barely paid any heed to his words. The pearls fascinated me. They had such a sheen, I could swear I saw my own reflection in them. Khentemsemet came to stand behind me and rested his hand on my shoulder, and my prick hardened as his reflection in the pearls mingled with mine.

I shivered from the feel of his hand on me, something I’d never encountered before. Although I’d reached the age of seventeen, I was still virgin. I’d been dedicated to the dark god Anubis at a very young age, and while virginity wasn’t a requirement, I’d never met anyone—noble or priest—I was willing to share my body with, had never been curious enough to experiment with slaves or servants. As for boys whose rank was close to mine… there were none. I was the brother of the pharaoh Tutankhamun after all.

I shivered again when the high priest removed his hand from my shoulder. “I have duties I must attend to, but I wanted to give you this small token of my esteem.”

“Don’t leave yet, my lord.” I turned and caught his hand, and I blushed and released it when he raised an eyebrow. I’d never been so uncertain in the presence of another man. “The sun will set soon. Watch it with me?”

He bowed slightly. “Of course, highness. I’m at your service.” His heady words made my prick even harder. Although I was a prince and a priest and would one day be high priest myself, I’d never exerted my influence over an older man. Not to say that Khentemsemet was old. Now that I studied him more closely, I could see he must only be a handful of years my senior.

Why had I ever thought otherwise?

I took his hand again and drew him toward a low bench. The bench was wide enough to leave some space between us, but I sat with my hip and thigh brushing up against his.

“Does this please you, Prince?”

“Indeed it does. But you must call me Teremun.”

“As you wish.”

“Would you… would you share a meal with me?”

“I would like nothing better… Teremun.”

I felt as if he’d handed me the moon, and I beamed up at him and summoned a slave.

“Lord Khentemsemet is dining with me here. Fetch the meal.”

Author Bio

Tinnean has been writing since the 3rd grade, where she was inspired to try her hand at epic poetry. Fortunately, that epic poem didn’t survive the passage of time; however, her love of writing not only survived but thrived, and in high school she became a member of the magazine staff, where she contributed a number of stories.

It was with the advent of the family’s second computer – the first intimidated everyone – that her writing took off, enhanced in part by fanfiction, but mostly by the wonder that is copy and paste.

While involved in fandom, she was nominated for both Rerun and Light My Fire Awards. Now she concentrates on her original characters and has been published by Nazca Plains, Dreamspinner, JMS Books, Wilde City, and Less Than Three Press, as well as being self-published. Recent novels have received honorable mention in the Rainbow Awards from the years 2013-2017.

A New Yorker at heart, she resides in SW Florida with her husband and three computers.

Ernest Hemingway’s words reflect Tinnean’s devotion to her craft: Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

She can be contacted at [email protected]

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4 thoughts on “ANNOUNCEMENT/GIVEAWAY: The Most Loved of All, by Tinnean”

  1. Great cover and the combination of paranormal, historical, adventure, and some MM romance would have made me want to read this even if it hadn’t been by one of my favorite authors.
    Since it’s by Tinnean it will be a definite one-click.

  2. Congratulations, Tinnean. I am a lover of history, and old Egypt is one of my big interests… That’s why this story sounds right down my alley! ;)


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