With Proper Maintenance Media Kit
by C.V. Madison
Title: With Proper Maintenance
Author: C.V. Madison
Release date: 09 October 2014
Publisher: Jupiter Gardens Press
Named the youngest head engineer in the history of his company, Ethan Cole’s first voyage on the Platinum Bow is his chance to stand out from his father’s shadow. His dream is dashed by the roguish Cecil Goode, promoted to Ethan’s position just before the ship sets sail. When the Bow is hijacked by pirates, Ethan and Cecil have to work together to bring the pirates’ nearly wrecked ship to safety. Will they make it to port before the ship plummets from the sky? And what will become of the combustible passion between them? Will it outlast the pirate attack?
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About the author
C.V. Madison is a licensed massage therapist, author, feminist and gamer full of schadenfreude pie and Mountain Dew. She pens urban fantasy, horror and steampunk with a side of heavy romance. Her characters are straight, LGBTQIA and some shades not on the spectrum. She has been published in both fiction and non-fiction anthologies.
Through the month of November, she can be found in local coffee houses, over caffeinated and armed with her trusty laptop as she strives to bang out 50,000 words in 30 days for National Novel Writer’s Month. She serves as a Municipal Liaison for Columbus, Ohio.
She is a writer for the Caffeine Crew and does book reviews and promotion for the Yeah Books! Blog.
If you buy your copy of With Proper Maintenance from the Jupiter Gardens Press website and use the promo code GAYSTEAM, you get a copy of Angelia Sparrow’s steampunk story Sky Rat for $0.99!
Ethan signed the bottom of the requisition form and gave the list another once-over. Accuracy was the key to a clean, tight, steam-powered airship. All forms were submitted in triplicate with neat, easy to read handwriting. Two copies would be on the captain’s desk within the hour, just as promised.
Three sharp raps brought him from his work as he finished the final pen stroke. Ethan set aside his quill, careful not to spill ink or make a mis-mark on the copied requisition forms, and pulled open the door.
Captain Quinn, a tall man with a head of thick black hair, a lantern jaw with a cleft chin and, presently, five-o-clock shadow, filled the doorway. He wore no coat and tie, his shirt was unfastened three buttons down and his trousers hung wrinkled. Ethan hoped he covered his shock at the captain’s attire.
“Good evening, Engineer Cole. I hope I find you well.”
“Indeed. What might I do for you, Captain?”
“Have you walked through the engine compartment? Is everything satisfactory for departure?”
“I found a few pieces in need of attention. I am duplicating requisition forms now, sir.”
“Requisition form?” The captain’s thick fingers pinched the corner and plucked the crisp page from Ethan’s grasp. “I can’t even read this.”
Ethan’s cheeks heated. How could he have been so foolish as to keep the original in hand when he answered the door?
“I will make the submitted forms legible.”
“Tut, tut, tut.” The captain wagged a stout finger and leaned in, his cologne mixing with the bourbon on his breath. “You come highly recommended. I have no worry. Go, find what you need, stop off at the office on the way back and give them your forms. I can’t exactly allow them to see me like this and expect to keep my job, now can I?”
Ethan shook his head and took a step back. The captain weaved in the doorway and, thankfully, returned from whence he came. Once the pervasive odor of stale bedsheets and hair oil dissipated, Ethan drew a breath of relief. If the captain didn’t dry out, Ethan would be certain they wouldn’t leave port. A captain should keep his wits about him at all times. At any point a mechanical failure or invading ship could kill an entire crew. Ethan would not become another casualty of piracy.
Excerpt 3 R rated
Cecil pulled Ethan down with him onto the bridge deck, their kisses deep and hungry as Ethan’s backside met the splintered wood. Cecil pressed a knee between Ethan’s thighs, his lips hovering over Ethan’s, his breath ragged. He took Ethan in hand, giving him a long, slow stroke from base to head. His thumb traced the tip of Ethan’s cock before plunging back down. Ethan hardened under his touch, his heart racing with anticipation.
Cecil’s tongue passed Ethan’s lips, caressing his with the taste of cherry tobacco. The scent lingered on Cecil’s skin mixed well with the cologne of his sweat. Hardened flesh pressed against Ethan’s.
The hull sputtered and seized, a steady stream of steam shooting through the cracks in the deck. The ship’s momentum slowed and the pitch dipped. The engine rattled and smoke poured from the exhaust.
Cecil and Ethan shared a look of panic, neither of them daring to breathe. Ethan grappled for Cecil’s hip and pulled his weight atop him. If they were going down, they were going down right.
The ship rumbled and the engine whirred back to life, only to stutter out. Cecil pulled back, studying Ethan’s face. He lifted Ethan’s leg and pressed into him with a gentle first thrust. The lack of lube meant no glide and Ethan winced as the burn set in.
The engine caught wind again and roared back to life. The deck lurched beneath them. They shared a breathless laugh and Cecil began a slow rhythm. The stinging burn of entry faded as Cecil hit just the right spot.