It's the end of the month and, as usual, everything is happening at the same time :)
Two stories accepted by TEB today.
The first is a M/M, BDSM vampire story. Not to many details on what's going to happen with that one yet - some decisions still need to be made, so I'll tell you more when I know a few more things for definite.
The second is a M/F, BDSM novella called Three Minute Man. It's the fourth title in my Perfect Timing series and it's due to be released on March 1st 2010.
Here's the blurb for it:
Three minutes doesn’t give Ian much time to prove he’s the dominant that Susan had given up on ever finding, but it’s amazing what the right man can do in three minutes!
Ian had plans for the submissive he’d seen playing casual games with other dominant men in the local leather bars, but she disappeared off the kinky scene before he had a chance to claim her. When he finds her working in a speed dating club, he’s determined not to let her slip through his fingers again.
Susan made a conscious decision to give up on the lifestyle. She’s not going to change her mind just because some dominant strolls into her life and starts snapping his fingers. The fact that Ian calls to the very part of her that she’s been trying to repress for the last eighteen months isn’t important. She’s not going back on her decision.
Unfortunately for Susan, she’s never been able to resist a bet—not when there’s more than money at stake.
I'm currently editing the fifth Perfect Timing book - this ones a M/M, BDSM novella. I'm hoping to get it to my editor by the end of the week :)
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
Saturday, 27 June 2009
One Year Later...
Hi everyone,
I'm over on Hitting the Hotspot today, talking about all the things I've learnt in the last year. Do drop by and leave a comment if you get the chance.
I'm over on Hitting the Hotspot today, talking about all the things I've learnt in the last year. Do drop by and leave a comment if you get the chance.
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
New Cover Art - Imperial Topaz
My new cover for Imperial Topaz just came through and I am soooooooo thrilled with it.
Imperial Topaz is the second book in the Collared Collection and, as you might have guessed from the lady on the front, it's an MF, BDSM story :)
It's not going on sale until August, but here's the blurb anyway:
Garrett knows there’s only one man who can guide a natural submissive like Lucy into a world of kinky clubs and kinky sex, and that man is not Shane.
Lucy doesn't have first date sex. That's why Shane is the perfect companion for her first venture onto the BDSM scene. He's a truly objectionable man, who she would never have sex with. Shane's a safe bet. But, if she went to a kinky club with someone like Garrett, all bets would be off. He's the dominant man of all her fantasies. Lucy knows she’d have to be stupid to go to somewhere like the Labyrinth with him. With Garrett anything could happen.
Garrett's watched Lucy for weeks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to show the natural submissive just how much fun submission can be. He knows Shane - and he knows how he treats women. When he overhears her accept a date from Shane, Garrett has no choice but to step in.
There is only one man Lucy’s going to the Labyrinth with and it's not Shane.
Monday, 22 June 2009
Gay Like You - Available Now!
Hi everyone,The second book in the G-A-Y Lust Bite series comes out today.
It's MM, BDSM erotic romance :)
Here's the blurb:
Cody’s more than happy to have sex, he may even be willing to offer his submission, but experience has taught him that’s as far as he can go as a gay man. Tristan disagrees…
Tristan has being gay all worked out rather nicely. His biggest problem with his sexuality is his mother’s persistent attempts to find a nice young man to marry him off to. And even that doesn’t seem like such a terrible thing when he arrives to have dinner with his parents and finds Cody sitting at the table.
Homosexuality isn’t working out quite so well for Cody. As far as he can see, Tristan’s appearance in his life is unlikely to make things any better. Nice guys rarely stay nice for long and dominants have a way of turning into complete psychos if he lets his guard down.
Cody needs to walk away before Tristan tempts him into wanting the sort of happiness he knows he can’t have. Tristan needs to stop him.
And here's a quick extract:
“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do this anymore.” Tristan Fielding pressed a kiss to his mother’s cheek as he whispered the words in her ear.
She stared up at him with such startled innocence, he could almost believe she didn’t have an ulterior motive for inviting an absolutely gorgeous man to have dinner with them. Since this was the sixth stunning man she’d introduced him to in as many weeks, Tristan no longer felt obliged to fall for the act.
“Tristan, dear,” she said, not the least affected by his attempt to appear disapproving. “This is Cody. He’s Mr. and Mrs. Sadler’s son. You remember them, don’t you?”
“Of course. Cody.” Tristan turned to face the man he’d been admiring out of the corner of his eye since he’d walked into the restaurant. “How are your parents?”
Cody offered him a slightly strained smile as they shook hands. “They’re fine, thank you.”
“I’m sure you two will get along famously,” Tristan’s mother said as she sat down. “You have lots in common.”
Cody’s gaze darted towards her. He offered a politely curious smile.
“Tristan’s gay, like you,” his mother announced.
Someone switched off the light behind Cody’s eyes. He dropped Tristan’s hand, as if he’d suddenly acquired some contagious disease.
Tristan gave a mental sigh. The saying was wrong. All the best ones were almost invariably straight. But the denial he expected didn’t come. Cody remained silent as they took their seats around the quiet table in the corner of the restaurant.
“Cody’s telling us about an award he just received for his art,” his mother said. “Why don’t you tell Tristan about it, dear?”
The younger man did a remarkable impression of a rabbit caught in the headlights. Tristan idly wondered if he was the only man on the planet who could make that panicked expression look appealing. Wide eyed, with his lips slightly parted as if he was offering them up to be tasted, he was glorious.
Finally Cody pulled himself together. “It’s nothing,” he murmured, pushing a hand through his hair, disordering the neatly combed style.
The gesture appeared more nervous than flirtatious. It still made Tristan imagine himself tangling his fingers in the thick blond strands as he held Cody still to be kissed.
“Now, that’s not true,” his mother cut in—completely derailing Tristan’s train of thought. “It was in the papers last week.”
Cody hesitated. “The Harman Legacy,” he finally said, very softly—as if he wasn’t sure he wanted anyone to hear what he had to say.
“The award is for art?” Tristan checked. “You’re an artist?”
Cody gave a jerky nod.
Tristan studied him carefully. He was probably just nervous. His family could be intimidating—especially when in hot pursuit of someone they thought ought to be set up with one of their own.
Doing his best to push aside thoughts of anything other than setting the other man at ease, Tristan tried to think of something Cody might be more comfortable talking about. It wasn’t easy to think at all, when Cody called to something inside him more strongly than any man he’d ever known.
“I haven’t seen you around for…” Tristan scrolled through his memories. He held a vague recollection of a pale, blond boy a few years younger than himself, but that was way back before he’d found out there were games more fun than football to be played with other boys.
Cody didn’t fill in the gap. If anything he withdrew further into his shell.
“Since we were children,” Tristan finished off, as he did the math. If Cody was the year or two younger than him that he remembered him being, he’d be twenty-three now.
The conversation, such as it was, died.
“The newspaper article didn’t mention if you had a boyfriend,” his mother said, never one to beat about the bush.
“No, I don’t,” Cody replied.
For the next half an hour his reserve and preference for one word answers continued to appear sweetly shy. As the evening wore on it became far harder for Tristan to see it as anything other than downright insulting.
Yes or no. That was it. The guy didn’t even ask anyone to pass the salt. Tristan found himself getting more annoyed with Cody as each attempt his parents made to coax the younger man out of his shell proved unsuccessful. He’d never known his mother to fail to take someone under her wing, but by the end of the meal, he was wondering if she’d met her match.
Cody’s expression stayed blank, but the strain was starting to show around the older lady’s eyes. Still, she rallied when they all stood up and began to make their way out of the restaurant.
“Tristan, dear, why don’t you walk Cody home? It will be a lovely stroll across the park at this time of day.”
“That’s really not necessary, Mrs. Fielding,” Cody began, no longer even attempting to hide his reluctance to be within several miles of Tristan. “I’m fine on my own.”
“Nonsense,” Tristan cut in. “The company will do you good.” It would certainly do Cody’s manners a world of good, to hear what Tristan intended to say to him en-route.
***End of excerpt***
Thanks for reading. If you want to know more about Cody and Tristan’s walk home, the book is available here.
Kim Dare.
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare?
She stared up at him with such startled innocence, he could almost believe she didn’t have an ulterior motive for inviting an absolutely gorgeous man to have dinner with them. Since this was the sixth stunning man she’d introduced him to in as many weeks, Tristan no longer felt obliged to fall for the act.
“Tristan, dear,” she said, not the least affected by his attempt to appear disapproving. “This is Cody. He’s Mr. and Mrs. Sadler’s son. You remember them, don’t you?”
“Of course. Cody.” Tristan turned to face the man he’d been admiring out of the corner of his eye since he’d walked into the restaurant. “How are your parents?”
Cody offered him a slightly strained smile as they shook hands. “They’re fine, thank you.”
“I’m sure you two will get along famously,” Tristan’s mother said as she sat down. “You have lots in common.”
Cody’s gaze darted towards her. He offered a politely curious smile.
“Tristan’s gay, like you,” his mother announced.
Someone switched off the light behind Cody’s eyes. He dropped Tristan’s hand, as if he’d suddenly acquired some contagious disease.
Tristan gave a mental sigh. The saying was wrong. All the best ones were almost invariably straight. But the denial he expected didn’t come. Cody remained silent as they took their seats around the quiet table in the corner of the restaurant.
“Cody’s telling us about an award he just received for his art,” his mother said. “Why don’t you tell Tristan about it, dear?”
The younger man did a remarkable impression of a rabbit caught in the headlights. Tristan idly wondered if he was the only man on the planet who could make that panicked expression look appealing. Wide eyed, with his lips slightly parted as if he was offering them up to be tasted, he was glorious.
Finally Cody pulled himself together. “It’s nothing,” he murmured, pushing a hand through his hair, disordering the neatly combed style.
The gesture appeared more nervous than flirtatious. It still made Tristan imagine himself tangling his fingers in the thick blond strands as he held Cody still to be kissed.
“Now, that’s not true,” his mother cut in—completely derailing Tristan’s train of thought. “It was in the papers last week.”
Cody hesitated. “The Harman Legacy,” he finally said, very softly—as if he wasn’t sure he wanted anyone to hear what he had to say.
“The award is for art?” Tristan checked. “You’re an artist?”
Cody gave a jerky nod.
Tristan studied him carefully. He was probably just nervous. His family could be intimidating—especially when in hot pursuit of someone they thought ought to be set up with one of their own.
Doing his best to push aside thoughts of anything other than setting the other man at ease, Tristan tried to think of something Cody might be more comfortable talking about. It wasn’t easy to think at all, when Cody called to something inside him more strongly than any man he’d ever known.
“I haven’t seen you around for…” Tristan scrolled through his memories. He held a vague recollection of a pale, blond boy a few years younger than himself, but that was way back before he’d found out there were games more fun than football to be played with other boys.
Cody didn’t fill in the gap. If anything he withdrew further into his shell.
“Since we were children,” Tristan finished off, as he did the math. If Cody was the year or two younger than him that he remembered him being, he’d be twenty-three now.
The conversation, such as it was, died.
“The newspaper article didn’t mention if you had a boyfriend,” his mother said, never one to beat about the bush.
“No, I don’t,” Cody replied.
For the next half an hour his reserve and preference for one word answers continued to appear sweetly shy. As the evening wore on it became far harder for Tristan to see it as anything other than downright insulting.
Yes or no. That was it. The guy didn’t even ask anyone to pass the salt. Tristan found himself getting more annoyed with Cody as each attempt his parents made to coax the younger man out of his shell proved unsuccessful. He’d never known his mother to fail to take someone under her wing, but by the end of the meal, he was wondering if she’d met her match.
Cody’s expression stayed blank, but the strain was starting to show around the older lady’s eyes. Still, she rallied when they all stood up and began to make their way out of the restaurant.
“Tristan, dear, why don’t you walk Cody home? It will be a lovely stroll across the park at this time of day.”
“That’s really not necessary, Mrs. Fielding,” Cody began, no longer even attempting to hide his reluctance to be within several miles of Tristan. “I’m fine on my own.”
“Nonsense,” Tristan cut in. “The company will do you good.” It would certainly do Cody’s manners a world of good, to hear what Tristan intended to say to him en-route.
***End of excerpt***
Thanks for reading. If you want to know more about Cody and Tristan’s walk home, the book is available here.
Kim Dare.
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare?
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Cover Art and Catching up
Hi everyone,
Despite lots of good intentions, I've fallen way behind in blogging. Hopefully, now that I've stepped down from the two weekly blogs I was contributing to, this one will pick up some momentum again.
I'm actually so far behind, I have no idea what I've told you and what I haven't.
Here's something that is definitely new. The cover art for Total-e-bound's Friction Anthology came through late last night.
My story for the anthology is MM BDSM and called Yes!
Apart from that, I've been chipping away at a few different projects.
The Mark of an Alpha, my werewolf novella, is now 35k. I sent the extended version to my editor on Sunday. It seemed to take ages to extend. A few days before I sent it off I found out why the characters wouldn't cooperate. Forget silver bullets, if you want to stop a werewolf in his tracks, all you need to do is try to make him take part in a flash back. Once I cut the flash backs out of the story, they couldn't have been nicer characters to work with.
I've just started writing the second book in the Pack Discipline series, and that's going quite well. I'm only a few k into it, but I'm hoping to get the first draft done for the end of the month. This time the alphas are taking a step back and letting some of the other wolves in their pack have some fun.
Editing wise, I'm working on a vampire Lust Bite length story. I'm really enjoying writing these particular characters, they are cooperating so far. With luck, I'll be able to submit the story by the end of the month. And then it's back to working on the Perfect Timing Series, that's been saddly neglected for far too long.
And that's it really.
Despite lots of good intentions, I've fallen way behind in blogging. Hopefully, now that I've stepped down from the two weekly blogs I was contributing to, this one will pick up some momentum again.
I'm actually so far behind, I have no idea what I've told you and what I haven't.
Here's something that is definitely new. The cover art for Total-e-bound's Friction Anthology came through late last night.
My story for the anthology is MM BDSM and called Yes!
Apart from that, I've been chipping away at a few different projects.
The Mark of an Alpha, my werewolf novella, is now 35k. I sent the extended version to my editor on Sunday. It seemed to take ages to extend. A few days before I sent it off I found out why the characters wouldn't cooperate. Forget silver bullets, if you want to stop a werewolf in his tracks, all you need to do is try to make him take part in a flash back. Once I cut the flash backs out of the story, they couldn't have been nicer characters to work with.
I've just started writing the second book in the Pack Discipline series, and that's going quite well. I'm only a few k into it, but I'm hoping to get the first draft done for the end of the month. This time the alphas are taking a step back and letting some of the other wolves in their pack have some fun.
Editing wise, I'm working on a vampire Lust Bite length story. I'm really enjoying writing these particular characters, they are cooperating so far. With luck, I'll be able to submit the story by the end of the month. And then it's back to working on the Perfect Timing Series, that's been saddly neglected for far too long.
And that's it really.
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Gay Until Graduation - New Acceptance
Hi everyone,
I've just signed the contract for another title in my G-A-Y Lust Bite Series.
Gay Until Graduation is due to be released September 21st. Like all the others in the series it's MM BDSM.
Here's the blurb:
A gay man should know better than to get involved with a guy who is only gay until graduation, but Baxter’s never been very good at saying no to Spencer…
Stunning, dominant and cheerfully bi-sexual, Spenser’s been screwing his way through both the male and female student population since he arrived at the university. Baxter is entirely gay, completely submissive and, by his own estimation at least, thoroughly average. He knows that being more than friend’s with Spencer would be more trouble than it’s worth.
When a drunken Spencer decides that he’s going to be gay until graduation Baxter doesn’t pay much attention. But when his friend’s attention suddenly focuses in on him, the guy he’s had a crush on for months soon becomes far more dangerous to his peace of mind.
Baxter knows he should say no to a relationship that will break his heart when they graduate, but he’s never been very good at saying no to his friend—especially not when Spencer is offering him everything he’s ever wanted.
*****
In other news:
I'm posting my last contribution to the Writer's Evolution blog this week. You can read that, and an explanation of why I'll be stepping down here.
I've just signed the contract for another title in my G-A-Y Lust Bite Series.
Gay Until Graduation is due to be released September 21st. Like all the others in the series it's MM BDSM.
Here's the blurb:
A gay man should know better than to get involved with a guy who is only gay until graduation, but Baxter’s never been very good at saying no to Spencer…
Stunning, dominant and cheerfully bi-sexual, Spenser’s been screwing his way through both the male and female student population since he arrived at the university. Baxter is entirely gay, completely submissive and, by his own estimation at least, thoroughly average. He knows that being more than friend’s with Spencer would be more trouble than it’s worth.
When a drunken Spencer decides that he’s going to be gay until graduation Baxter doesn’t pay much attention. But when his friend’s attention suddenly focuses in on him, the guy he’s had a crush on for months soon becomes far more dangerous to his peace of mind.
Baxter knows he should say no to a relationship that will break his heart when they graduate, but he’s never been very good at saying no to his friend—especially not when Spencer is offering him everything he’s ever wanted.
*****
In other news:
I'm posting my last contribution to the Writer's Evolution blog this week. You can read that, and an explanation of why I'll be stepping down here.
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
In the Heat of the Moment - New Cover Art!
The cover just came through for In the Heat of the Moment. It's going to be released as a part of Total-e-bound's Summer Seductions Collection.
Here's the blurb:
Shawn’s not a submissive and he doesn’t need to be rescued from doing exactly what he wants. Now all he has to do is find a way to make Brett believe it.
Twenty-one, naturally submissive and absolutely stunning, Shawn is obviously out of his depth at a hotel catering to serious dominants. As Shawn’s boss, Brett knows it’s his duty to step in and rescue the younger man - especially since he’s been keeping his eye on Shawn for months, waiting for just the right moment to make the younger man aware of his latent submissive desires. He’s not about to let Shawn fall into the hands of another dominant.
Shawn might have a huge crush on his boss, that but doesn’t mean the guy has a right to “rescue” him from doing exactly what he wants, or to warn every interested dominant away from him. Shawn might enjoy rough sex with dominant men, but he’s no submissive, and he can look after himself. He’s not about to forget that just because Brett makes him wonder if submitting to him could be different to submitting to any other man he’s ever met.
Twenty-one, naturally submissive and absolutely stunning, Shawn is obviously out of his depth at a hotel catering to serious dominants. As Shawn’s boss, Brett knows it’s his duty to step in and rescue the younger man - especially since he’s been keeping his eye on Shawn for months, waiting for just the right moment to make the younger man aware of his latent submissive desires. He’s not about to let Shawn fall into the hands of another dominant.
Shawn might have a huge crush on his boss, that but doesn’t mean the guy has a right to “rescue” him from doing exactly what he wants, or to warn every interested dominant away from him. Shawn might enjoy rough sex with dominant men, but he’s no submissive, and he can look after himself. He’s not about to forget that just because Brett makes him wonder if submitting to him could be different to submitting to any other man he’s ever met.
*****
In other news:
I was over on the Writer's Evolution blog yesterday, talking about this weeks topic. Friends and Writers. If you get a chance, stop by and find out why I'm Unfriendly?
Monday, 1 June 2009
Silent Night - Available Now!
Hi everyone,
Silent Night is a M/F BDSM Erotic Romance Novella, and the second book in my Perfect Timing Collection. And it's just gone on sale!
Each book in the collection stands alone, so you don’t need to read You First, the MM story that started the series, to enjoy this one.
Here’s a bit about Silent Night:
Hannah will give Vincent one silent night of pleasure, but that’s it. If he wants more, he’ll have to fight for it.
No one in the club has ever heard Hannah say a word, but they’ve all heard the rumours. She won’t accept any man who approaches her – she insists on picking the lucky dominant herself. And when she makes her selection he can have her submission for one silent night, but that’s it. She won’t speak or agree to a second date.
Vincent is an experienced dominant. He knows how the game should be played. When he finds Hannah kneeling at his feet, he assumes she’s just like every other submissive. But Hannah’s different and Vincent soon realises one silent night isn’t enough. He wants more time and he wants Hannah’s voice.
Hannah really doesn’t care what Vincent wants. She has her own reasons for keeping her relationships short and silent. It’ll take a lot more than a display of dominance to convince her to trust him with the truth.
And here’s a quick extract:
“Don’t waste your time.”
Vincent Jennings raised an eyebrow at his friend. If his instincts were right, and Vincent had every confidence they were, the woman standing by the bar was just the sort of submissive lover he’d enjoy hooking up with for the night.
“Trust me. Just pick another girl and save yourself the trouble,” Frank went on, sitting next to Vincent on the low sofa.
Vincent studied the woman on the other side of the room. She displayed no obvious flaws, but Vincent was well aware the bar was Frank’s home territory, not his. He hadn’t moved back into the area long enough to know anyone on the local scene and even the most acute observations couldn’t compete with prior knowledge. “You know her?”
“Her name’s Hannah,” Frank informed him. “Do I need to repeat the thing about it being pointless to approach her?”
Vincent’s gaze trailed over the smooth curve of her neck. She wasn’t wearing a collar, so she couldn’t be committed to the pleasure of any competent dominant. “She’s not owned?” Vincent checked, watching her take a bottle of Coke from the bartender.
“No. She’s free to play, but it won’t be with some idiot who hits on her at the bar. Hannah likes to choose the lucky guy herself.”
She turned around and scanned the room. For a moment, Hannah looked in Vincent’s direction. Their eyes met. Images flashed hot and vivid though his mind. A strapless leather dress hugged her curves, but her limbs were bare and begging for restraints to decorate them. In his mind’s eye he painted wide strips of black leather around her wrists and ankles. Perfect…
A chestnut ringlet escaped from the tumble of curls pinned up on top of her head. She tucked the lock of hair behind her ear and turned away from him.
His eyes narrowed. If she wasn’t already claimed, what the hell was the problem? “She’s a submissive,” he stated. He had no doubts about that.
Even more than the way she dressed, the way she held herself advertised her submission. All her movements were small and spare. There were no grand gestures. She didn’t look a dominant woman on the hunt for new prey. No, if anything, Hannah looked businesslike. That raised another question.
“A working girl?”
Frank shook his head. “She won’t take money—and I know enough guys who’ve offered her serious cash. But, those who kiss and tell say she has a signature.”
“Aren’t they reserved for serial killers?” Vincent still didn’t look away from Hannah. Everyone had to die sooner or later. She looked one hell of a fun way to go.
“Do you want to know what it is, or are you going to keep interrupting?”
Vincent said nothing. He wanted to hear it all.
“As I was saying, the woman has a signature. She comes to this club—and it is always this club—no one’s ever seen her anywhere else. She has a drink. She picks a man. She offers him her submission for the night.”
“She just says ’Would you like to be my master for the night?’“
Vincent imagined her kneeling at his feet and saying those exact words—soft and low—for his ears only. His jeans shrunk a fraction, but he forced himself to stay still in his seat and not draw attention to the fact he was slowly hardening in his pants at the very idea.
Hannah’s stroll around the room brought her closer. He caught a better view of her face. Close up she was pretty rather than beautiful, her face dominated by full, pink lips and big blue eyes. If it wasn’t for the air of submission about her, Vincent would have walked past her without looking twice—but no dominant in their right mind could walk past Hannah.
He was still waiting on an answer from Frank. When his friend let the silence draw out for another long minute, Vincent got the point. “Okay, I’ll shut up.”
That was the problem with Frank. Vincent might have grown up into an intimidating dominant, but Frank still remembered him as a skinny little schoolboy who couldn’t remember his times tables.
“No,” the other man finally resumed, “she doesn’t say that. She doesn’t say anything. I’ve never heard her say a word and apparently she only ever offers completely silent submission. One night—no talking, no repeat performances. That’s it, take it or leave it.”
“Has anyone every left it?”
“Hell no!”
*****
Each book in the collection stands alone, so you don’t need to read You First, the MM story that started the series, to enjoy this one.
Here’s a bit about Silent Night:
Hannah will give Vincent one silent night of pleasure, but that’s it. If he wants more, he’ll have to fight for it.
No one in the club has ever heard Hannah say a word, but they’ve all heard the rumours. She won’t accept any man who approaches her – she insists on picking the lucky dominant herself. And when she makes her selection he can have her submission for one silent night, but that’s it. She won’t speak or agree to a second date.
Vincent is an experienced dominant. He knows how the game should be played. When he finds Hannah kneeling at his feet, he assumes she’s just like every other submissive. But Hannah’s different and Vincent soon realises one silent night isn’t enough. He wants more time and he wants Hannah’s voice.
Hannah really doesn’t care what Vincent wants. She has her own reasons for keeping her relationships short and silent. It’ll take a lot more than a display of dominance to convince her to trust him with the truth.
And here’s a quick extract:
“Don’t waste your time.”
Vincent Jennings raised an eyebrow at his friend. If his instincts were right, and Vincent had every confidence they were, the woman standing by the bar was just the sort of submissive lover he’d enjoy hooking up with for the night.
“Trust me. Just pick another girl and save yourself the trouble,” Frank went on, sitting next to Vincent on the low sofa.
Vincent studied the woman on the other side of the room. She displayed no obvious flaws, but Vincent was well aware the bar was Frank’s home territory, not his. He hadn’t moved back into the area long enough to know anyone on the local scene and even the most acute observations couldn’t compete with prior knowledge. “You know her?”
“Her name’s Hannah,” Frank informed him. “Do I need to repeat the thing about it being pointless to approach her?”
Vincent’s gaze trailed over the smooth curve of her neck. She wasn’t wearing a collar, so she couldn’t be committed to the pleasure of any competent dominant. “She’s not owned?” Vincent checked, watching her take a bottle of Coke from the bartender.
“No. She’s free to play, but it won’t be with some idiot who hits on her at the bar. Hannah likes to choose the lucky guy herself.”
She turned around and scanned the room. For a moment, Hannah looked in Vincent’s direction. Their eyes met. Images flashed hot and vivid though his mind. A strapless leather dress hugged her curves, but her limbs were bare and begging for restraints to decorate them. In his mind’s eye he painted wide strips of black leather around her wrists and ankles. Perfect…
A chestnut ringlet escaped from the tumble of curls pinned up on top of her head. She tucked the lock of hair behind her ear and turned away from him.
His eyes narrowed. If she wasn’t already claimed, what the hell was the problem? “She’s a submissive,” he stated. He had no doubts about that.
Even more than the way she dressed, the way she held herself advertised her submission. All her movements were small and spare. There were no grand gestures. She didn’t look a dominant woman on the hunt for new prey. No, if anything, Hannah looked businesslike. That raised another question.
“A working girl?”
Frank shook his head. “She won’t take money—and I know enough guys who’ve offered her serious cash. But, those who kiss and tell say she has a signature.”
“Aren’t they reserved for serial killers?” Vincent still didn’t look away from Hannah. Everyone had to die sooner or later. She looked one hell of a fun way to go.
“Do you want to know what it is, or are you going to keep interrupting?”
Vincent said nothing. He wanted to hear it all.
“As I was saying, the woman has a signature. She comes to this club—and it is always this club—no one’s ever seen her anywhere else. She has a drink. She picks a man. She offers him her submission for the night.”
“She just says ’Would you like to be my master for the night?’“
Vincent imagined her kneeling at his feet and saying those exact words—soft and low—for his ears only. His jeans shrunk a fraction, but he forced himself to stay still in his seat and not draw attention to the fact he was slowly hardening in his pants at the very idea.
Hannah’s stroll around the room brought her closer. He caught a better view of her face. Close up she was pretty rather than beautiful, her face dominated by full, pink lips and big blue eyes. If it wasn’t for the air of submission about her, Vincent would have walked past her without looking twice—but no dominant in their right mind could walk past Hannah.
He was still waiting on an answer from Frank. When his friend let the silence draw out for another long minute, Vincent got the point. “Okay, I’ll shut up.”
That was the problem with Frank. Vincent might have grown up into an intimidating dominant, but Frank still remembered him as a skinny little schoolboy who couldn’t remember his times tables.
“No,” the other man finally resumed, “she doesn’t say that. She doesn’t say anything. I’ve never heard her say a word and apparently she only ever offers completely silent submission. One night—no talking, no repeat performances. That’s it, take it or leave it.”
“Has anyone every left it?”
“Hell no!”
*****
Thanks for reading.
If you want to find out more about Silent Night, it’s available here.
Kim Dare.
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare?
If you want to find out more about Silent Night, it’s available here.
Kim Dare.
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare?
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