Guest Spot: Luna David

Today we welcome the amazingly talented author of the Custos Securities Series, Luna David. Her 3rdbook in the Custos Series, Saving Sebastian, was released on July 6th.  We are so happy to have her here with us today.    There will be some excerpts, teasers and an interview. 
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

First up is a funny excerpt from Saving Sebastian!


He continued to give the kittens attention but kept his eyes on Sebastian. “You wearing a plug, boy?”
The blush pushed even more of his buttons and he smiled as his boy nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”
Gideon, still squatting with the kittens, rested his elbows on his knees as he gazed up at his boy, grinning. “You look good enough to eat.”
Sebastian’s blush deepened and he turned his face away, avoiding eye contact. Gideon watched as an emotional wall came up, insulating his sub from any unwanted compliments he didn’t believe were genuine. He’d have to work on that.
“Speaking of eating. Have you had dinner?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Come on into the kitchen, I’m gonna grab a beer and you can look through what I’ve got to see if you want anything.”
Sebastian followed him quietly and when Gideon pulled a beer from his fridge, he left it open for Sebastian to look through. He saw a spark of interest and then a sideways glance at Gideon before he shrugged and said, “I’ll just take water.”
“Nope.”That brought Sebastian’s focus directly on him. His eyebrows reaching toward his hairline. “Pardon?”
Gideon grinned at his boy’s proper response and used the neck of his beer bottle to point at the fridge. “You saw something that interested you in there. Go ahead.”
A blush crept up the boy’s neck to his cheeks and Gideon smiled wider, wondering what on earth could garner that much embarrassment from his refrigerator. He frowned when Sebastian insisted that water was what he wanted. That wouldn’t do at all.
Setting his beer down he lifted Sebastian up and sat him on the countertop, and watched as the boy wiggled to get his plug-ladened ass comfortable. He smiled and wedged himself between the boy’s legs. Watching his eyes dilate when he wrapped both of his legs around his waist like he’d done the night before sent a little thrill through Gideon.  He loved how Sebastian responded to him.
He leaned in and trailed soft kisses up Sebastian’s neck, smiling when he felt his whole body shiver. Kissing his way to his ear he whispered, “What’s got you blushing in my fridge? Hmm?”
Before Sebastian could respond Gideon kissed his lips and pulled back. “We’re not gonna move from this spot until you tell me. I’m a very patient man, Sebastian.”
Sebastian huffed, blushing again. “You’ll laugh.”
Gideon laughed. Guilty as charged. And reveled in the fact that Sebastian felt comfortable enough to shove him away playfully.
“See? I told you, you’d laugh!”
“You haven’t even told me what you want yet!”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you now!”
Gideon snuck back in between the boy’s legs and tested a theory from a response he’d gotten the night before, digging his thumb lightly into Sebastian’s ribs. When the boy squeaked, and tried to shove him away again, he dug his fingers into Sebastian’s other side until he was squirming and trying desperately to get away from those tickling digits.
“CHOCOLATE MILK!”
Gideon stopped his torture in complete surprise. A laugh escaping before he could stop it. “What?”
Sebastian’s mouth dropped open at his audacity. “See?! You laughed!”
Gideon gripped the edge of the counter, leaning into Sebastian, the top of his head resting on Sebastian’s shoulder, hiding his face as he kept laughing. “I’m not! Really. I’m not.”
Sebastian gasped and tried to shove him away. “You so are!”
He shook his head and cleared his throat, finding himself completely surprised, pleasantly so, that he was having so much fun. When was the last time he’d had fun like that? His expression serious, he gazed into Sebastian’s eyes, his own twinkling with mirth. “I’m not. I promise. This is serious. Chocolate milk is serious business. Hang on.”
He went about getting out a long ice cream spoon and the largest glass he could find. He filled it with milk and got the chocolate syrup out of the door of his fridge and proceeded to brandish it high above the milk glass, squeezing a ridiculous amount of chocolate into the glass with a flourish.
Setting the syrup down, he held up the spoon to be examined by Sebastian, who was now crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed, doing his level best not to laugh. When he nodded, Gideon proceeded to take said spoon and stir in the chocolate, the milk changing color gradually until it was as dark as he could probably get it.
When Sebastian moved to pick it up, Gideon held up his finger and turned to a drawer. Back a second later, he was brandishing a plastic, bright blue, loopy straw with a penis as the tip and Sebastian lost the fight and finally let loose his laughter. When Gideon handed him the huge glass of chocolate milk he took it with greedy hands and started drinking from the penis with outrageously exaggerated enjoyment, making Gideon laugh again.
When he finally stopped drinking, the glass was half empty and Sebastian smacked his lips. “Ahh! Sooo good! Thank you, Sir.”
Completely charmed, and thoroughly enjoying himself, Gideon replied, “You’re welcome. I’ll keep it stocked for you.”
Sebastian tried his best to look stern. “See that you do.”
They grinned at each other a few more seconds and Gideon remembered the box of pastries his brother had given him earlier. He snagged them from the counter and opened them, watching as Sebastian’s eyes widened comically and he reached in the box, but then yanked his hand back out, looking up at Gideon. “May I, Sir?”
He smiled gently and nodded, loving hearing Sebastian call him Sir. “Please. That’s why I opened the box. Braden made them.”
They snacked on the sugary confections quietly for several minutes and Sebastian took another long drink from his glass and then looked at him seriously. “Um, Sir?”
Gideon smirked. “Yeah?”
Sebastian looked down at his drink and then back up again, grinning. “Don’t think I’m gonna let it slide that you have an electric blue, loopy penis straw in your kitchen.”
Gideon threw his head back and laughed. “Well, see. . . There was this party. . .”
“Uh huh, sure. I’ve heard it all before!”
“You’ve heard a story about an electric blue, loopy penis straw party favor before?”
“Who hasn’t?”
“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say, probably most people.”


How adorable was that? Next, the lovely Luna sat down and answered some questions.  Take a look…
Did you always know that you wanted to write books? If so, what age?
No. Haha. It’s kind of weird. I always had stories in my head. From the time I was very little I can remember spinning tales in my mind but I’ve also always been a private person, and didn’t tell people and therefore I thought everyone else also had stories in their head, and I never ever even thought to write them down. It wasn’t until college when I met a friend that loved romance novels as much as I did and we’d tell each other when we read one that we loved, etc.
One time I was reading a book and I said something like, “I’m reading so-and-so’s new book, don’t read it, you and I could do a better job than this.” And that got us to talking and then talking some more and well, we decided to collaborate before we even knew that was a thing people did. And well before self-pubbing was made fairly easy. We came up with an outline and started to write. That book never got finished. I think we got as far as chapter 10 of 20 and then life got in the way. Each of us got married, had kids, yadda yadda yadda. But she’s still one of my closest friends and when I started to read M/M something clicked with me. She hasn’t and probably never will read M/M except for when she beta reads my books, but when I told her I was excited and had the idea for a story that was M/M she encouraged me.
So I started the Custos Securities Series and she was basically my alpha reader for that book, following it from the beginning and helping along the way as I basically sent her excerpts the whole damned time, feeling completely insecure about it. She has a college degree in literature/creative writing and well, I don’t. So, she knew what she was doing and I was just tossing words on a page that popped in my head when my characters spoke to me. She helped polish that book and my others since. I didn’t even know what a beta reader was at the time, and she was my alpha reader.