Here is the blurb and an excerpt from my release release Saltwater Lover published by Liquid Silver Books. It is a historical interracial m/m romance.
Saltwater Lover Blurb:

A slave and a shipís captain. A doomed love. But one man, determined to follow his heart, will risk everything in a daring attempt to save the man he loves. Shiloh Saddler weaves a bittersweet tale in her newest historical romance, Saltwater Lover.

In 1800, Kojo is a native African with deep connections to the spiritsóbut those spirits choose not to save him from the slaving ship. Heís captured and taken aboard, where he meets Captain Mather. During the long journey to America, not even the spirits can save him from their growing attraction. Love blooms. A doomed love. For when they land, Kojoís fate is to be sold.

Captain Mather canít imagine Kojo being treated as a slave. Desperate to spare him from that life, the captain hides him, taking him to his home. When heís blackmailed by a mutinous former crewmember, there seems little choice but to sell his ship and pay. Anything to save the man he loves.

Content Notes: Hot, Anal Play, Anal Intercourse, GLBT, Historical, MM, Interracial

Historical Romance Fiction, 1800ís Romance Fiction, Interracial Romance Fiction, African-American Romance Fiction, MM Romance Fiction, GLBT Romance Fiction, Romantic Fiction

When the captain reached him, Kojoís pulse quickened, jumping several beats. The manís green gaze scanned his muscular chest, glistening with sweat from the long walk. He wrapped a hand around Kojoís chin, drawing his face gently toward him. His touch was not forceful as Kojo had expected, only enough pressure to direct the movement. The captain smelled of tobacco and rum and a spice Kojo couldnít name. It was a manly, intoxicating scent.

The manís calloused fingers trailed down Kojoís neck, lingering for a moment at the base of his throat. Kojo felt the manís hot breath on his lips, merely inches from his own. His round face and toned arms made it hard for Kojo to guess his age. A few strands of silver were mixed into his beard and at his hairline but were hard to seeóperhaps forty?

Unbridled lust gleamed in the captainís eyes and yet Kojo wasnít terrified. It made him feel alive, wanted. Under the manís predatory gaze, Kojoís cock thickened, straining against the confines of his breechcloth. No man had looked at him or touched him like that before. And he liked it.

The captain smiled, the harshness in his eyes easing by a fraction.

Kojoís cheeks burned.

One of the catchermen laughed, peering at Kojoís loins.

The heat in Kojoís cheeks spread throughout his whole body. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

The captain shouted at the laughing man and he shut up.

The muscular white man guarding him started arguing with the captain. Kojo didnít know what they were saying, but the man pointed at him. The captain must have told the man to guard another section of slaves, because his guard changed.

Returning his attention to Kojo, he tipped up his chin as if to tell him not to be ashamed. Then he slipped his fingers around the sacred bead hanging on a piece of leather from his neck. Kojo figured the man was going to cut it off with the small knife hanging in a sheath on his belt. But he didnít.
The captainís hand barely brushed his chest as he let go of the bead. The contact was so light Kojo wondered if he had imagined it. Gooseflesh rose on his arms. Then he was gone, leaving him alone with his strange, unmet desires.

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