He’s like a drug; she can’t quit him… Binding Her To Him by TL Reeve

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Her To Him

by: TL Reeve

 

Kennedy Le Roche, is on a mission.

A new drug has hit the streets of Reserve, Louisiana, and it is claiming victims at an alarming pace. The only clue she has is a BDSM Club on the outskirts of town. As a submissive, she’ll go undercover to ferret out who’s distributing the drug. But, there’s a catch.

Phoenix Dupree, is a police consultant by day and a Dominant by night.

When the police chief shares a case of utmost importance with him, he takes it. What he isn’t expecting is the identity of his submissive for the night, Kennedy Le Roche.

Feelings long since dormant resurface. Can Kennedy and Phoenix work together or will old wound prove to be too deep?

This is a bondage/restraint story of lost love.

 

Excerpt:

She awoke in a pitch dark room, not sure if it was day or night and with no knowledge of how she got there or when. Kennedy tried to process the last several hours…days? Shit, she didn’t know. Cocooned in the blanket of warmth surrounding her, she wanted to drift off and forget about everything. Wiggling farther down into the comfort of the bed cushioning her, Kennedy felt the hard press of a body behind her. She wiggled again. Wasn’t she at home?
“If you don’t stop doing that, Kennedy, I won’t be responsible for what happens in this bed.” Phee. Holy shit. What the fuck happened to me, and how the fuck did I get here?
“Um?” Her heart hammered. Her hands fisted in the sheets. She tried to remember how she got there. “I’m naked.”
“Yes, you are. I took your dress off,” he answered, as if it was nothing for her to be naked in bed with him.
Closing her eyes, she pursed her lips and reached under the covers. Her hand came in contact with warm skin. His chiseled to perfection chest formed two perfect pectoral disks, accented with small pebbled nipples. Farther down she counted six defined abdominal muscles. His rough grunt had her hand stilling for a moment. You have to know, Kennedy. You can do this. With a slight whimper she went lower. There just at his navel rested his erection. The crest slick with precum. “You’re naked too!” Quicker than she thought she’d be able to muster, she climbed out of bed. “Did we…Are we…” she squeaked, turning away from him when he rolled out of bed and crossed the room.
“No, we didn’t. This is how I sleep. I figured you’d sleep the same way.” He laid his hand on her shoulder forcing her to face him. “You know this thing between us,” he murmured motioning between them, “isn’t just a fluke, Kennedy.”
Wrong. So damn wrong. It is a fluke. It’s a disaster of epic proportions waiting to happen. “Phee we both know this isn’t good. We just don’t fit the same anymore.” Her gaze locked with his, and she could see the desire for her burning brightly in his dark brown eyes. Arousal sparked between them in an instant. Hot, fast and all consuming. She could deny it all she wanted too, but it’d always been there.
Kennedy’s nipples puckered into hard beads. Her pussy ached, growing wetter with each passing second. Dear Lord I’ve barely even touched the man, and I want him more than I want my next breath. “We should just go our separate ways, Phoenix.” Even to her, her words sounded breathy and uncertain.
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is saying something else, sweetheart,” he crooned, his hand cupping her nape. His teeth caught his full bottom lip as he stood there regarding her. “What do I have to do to shut that mind of yours down?” Head bent, his lips brushed against hers. The zing of awareness shooting through her body startled her. Despite her denial, her anger and pain at his rejection, she wanted him with her next breath.
“I should hate you.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he whispered, stepping closer to her, effectively backing her up to the wall.
“I really do hate you,” she sobbed. His hands caressed her flesh, and a ragged cry left her lips. “You broke my heart, Phee.”
“I know I did. Now let me mend it, Kennedy. Let me love you like I should have all those years ago.”

 

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2 Doms are always better than one… Club Ménage: Fifi by Tara Crescent

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Club Ménage: Fifi

by: Tara Crescent

Something’s wrong at Club Ménage…

After escaping an abusive relationship with her dominant, Fiona Clarke swore off submission for life. But when the private investigator is hired to solve a case of blackmail at the secretive Club Ménage, she finds that she hasn’t managed to leave her past behind.

Adrian Lockart and Brody Payne protected Fiona from her dominant, until the day they disappeared from her life without a trace. When they reunite at Club Ménage, can they convince Fiona to trust them again, and can they protect her from the danger that surrounds them on all sides?

This story explores pet play in a BDSM setting. No actual animals are involved.

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Excerpt:

I took a comforting sip of my wine. It was excellent. “Then you stopped coming around.” I looked up at them. “I’m so sorry about your submissive. I didn’t know; Raymond never said anything to me. I think he was threatened by the two of you.”
Brody leaned forward. “What made you leave?”
“One week, Raymond went away on a fishing trip with his father. He had no cell phone reception, and no way to reach me. I should have missed him, but instead, all I felt was relief. It was the most wonderful week of my life. I didn’t have to constantly watch myself. I didn’t have to worry about breaking one of his rules.” I shifted in my seat, unnerved by their steady scrutiny. “When he came back, I told him I wanted to end our relationship.”
“There’s more than that.” Adrian’s brown eyes rested on me. “You filed a restraining order against him.”
“You know about that?”
“Restraining orders are public record.”
“He wouldn’t accept my decision.” I wrapped my hands tightly around myself. “After the break-up, I went home to Maine for two weeks.” I smiled without humor. “I’d forgotten who I was; I needed to rediscover myself. Raymond followed me, cornered me on the beach and demanded I come back to DC with him.”
Adrian patted my thigh, his gaze sympathetic. “That must have been terrifying.”
“I survived,” I said shortly. I didn’t like talking about the past.
“And now,” Brody spoke up, “you’re at a sex club, ready to explore dominance and submission again? With two partners?” His Arctic-blue eyes gleamed with a nameless emotion. “I’d say the fact that you are here says you’ve done more than survived. You’ve conquered your fears.”
Except I hadn’t. I was here because Xavier Leforte had offered me an obscene sum of money to uncover who Maria’s blackmailer was. Everything Brody believed was a lie, but I couldn’t tell them the truth.
“My therapist thinks it’s an important stage in my healing process.” That part was true. Though I ignored her advice, Nina York had been saying something along those lines for eighteen months now. I didn’t add that I’d been ignoring her suggestions. “So the demo,” I continued, my voice brisk, “you said you’d walk me through it.”
“Fiona.” Adrian’s voice was quiet. He moved closer to me, so close that our thighs were nearly touching. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Their eyes were boring into me, demanding honesty. “I’m a little afraid,” I whispered. I’d forgotten how easily they could get me to reveal my innermost thoughts. Even back when I was with Raymond, one stern look from Adrian, one pointed gaze from Brody, and I would tell them everything.
They were big men, ripped and strong. They’d both served in the military for many years. The rumors were that they’d been members of Delta Force, the army’s highly secretive hostage negotiation and counter-terrorism unit. Despite that, perhaps because of it, I’d always felt safe with them, protected.
My body was tingling with a mixture of nerves and lust. I wanted to kneel at their feet. I wanted to feel their hands on me, swatting my ass, stroking my pussy. Maria Dumonte had told me to trust my intuition. Did I dare?
Brody rose to his feet in a smooth, fluid motion. His fingers wrapped around the stem of my wine glass, and he removed it from my grasp. “Do you have a safeword?’
“Red to stop,” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the floor. “Yellow to pause and check in.”
“And green to show you’re enjoying yourself.” Adrian’s voice was dark. “Or do you not consider pleasure important?”
“I do.”
“I do what?” Brody asked.
It had been two years since I played, but it all came back. “I do, Sir.”
“Very good.” There was a purr of approval in his voice. “On your knees, Fiona.”
I slid to the floor instantly, taking care to keep my back straight and my eyes lowered. I rested my palms on my thighs and waited for my next instruction.
The two of them circled me. “What do we have here?” Brody asked Adrian. His hand patted my head.
“She seems obedient,” Adrian replied. “But I think there’s hidden rebellion in her. She reminds me of a kitten.”
“I agree.” Brody sounded amused. “A very pretty little kitten. I think I’ll call her Fifi.” His palm caressed my cheek. I shivered, my body quivering with arousal at the way they were discussing me. “Fifi. On all fours.”
I assumed the position. Adrian opened a drawer and pulled out an assortment of sex toys. A flogger, a crop, a fur-covered paddle, nipple clamps, and most embarrassing of all, kitten ears on a headband and a buttplug with a tail.
Adrian moved in front of me. He held the buttplug up so I could see what was coming, and drizzled some lube on it. “Pet,” he said, “are you wearing underwear?”
“Yes Sir.”
His eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Let’s fix that.”

 

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McKinlay Thomson Makes An Impact with Sizzle

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by: McKinlay Thomson

Elisa is a shy, quiet, bookish woman with one huge problem. She has a crush on the hot Dom living next door and he doesn’t even know she exists.

Alex knows his curvy little neighbor watches him over the fence. He would like nothing more than to bang on her door, drag her back to his place, and show her he has just the right toys to keep them both satisfied well into the night.

When Alex and Elisa finally come together could a threat from his past derail their budding romance or will their desire continue to sizzle.

This story includes impact play in a BDSM setting.

 

Excerpt:

Quickly starting her car, Elisa pulled from her parking spot and made her way through the town to her house. She parked her car in her driveway but didn’t go inside. Elisa grabbed her purse, locked her car, and stepped over the low fence that separated her property from Alex’s.
She bounded up the stairs to his front door and raised her hand to knock. The door swung open before her fist could land on the hard wood.
“Hey, baby,” Alex said, opening the door wide. “How was work?”
“I haven’t seen you in a week and that’s all you have to say to me?” she replied.
“Oh, I have plenty to say to you,” he told her. “Just not on my porch.”
“Sounds dirty,” she replied laughing. She followed Alex into the house and closed the front door behind her.
“I’m a very dirty man, baby,” he said, “or haven’t you figured that out yet?”
Elisa dumped her purse on the hall table and walked farther into the house toward the kitchen. Alex’s house was newer and more modern than hers and was furnished with no-nonsense practical furniture. The walls throughout were painted white, and the house had hardwood floors from front to back.
She loved his kitchen with its huge island and bay windows that overlooked his pool. With a large walk-in pantry and all the latest gadgets, it was a cook’s dream. A large dining table sat across from the kitchen, but she hadn’t used it yet. They had only ever sat at the island on the tall bar stools.
“I might need a reminder of just how dirty you can be,” she said.
“Sounds like someone missed me.”
Elisa walked into the kitchen, and the smells of roasting meat and vegetables hit her nose and made her stomach rumble.
“As much as I want to throw you on the table and have my way with you,” she said, “you are going to have to feed me first. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and I’m starving.”
Alex closed the oven door after checking on their dinner and turned to face her. His eyes had turned dark and sensual, and for a second, Elisa thought that dinner could wait, but then her stomach rumbled again, reminding her just how hungry she was.
“If anyone is going to be having their way with someone,” he replied, “it’s going to be me. I think my sub needs a reminder who’s in charge.”
Elisa felt shivers move along her spine at the dark promise in his voice.
“What do you have in mind, Sir?” Elisa asked, shy and excited at the same time.
“Waiting is part of the fun, baby,” he replied.
Alex grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. He was smiling as he lowered his head, his lips meeting hers in a sensual kiss designed to drive her senses crazy.
Elisa sagged against his big body and lost herself in his kiss. The man certainly knew how to blow her mind.
“I hate waiting,” Elisa said, breaking the kiss.
“Then I will have to make you wait longer,” he told her.

 

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Oh what a tangled web… Secrets & Lies by Serena Akeroyd

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by: Serena Akeroyd

Meg’s love life was missing a spark until she discovered her need to be dominated. When her fiancé shared the same kink, she thought all her birthdays had come at once, and then she came to learn their relationship was one big fat lie.

Gabe has loved Meg for years, watching her from afar, and always wishing he’d been the one to date her first and not his brother. When he has the chance to have Meg in his bed—even better, tied to it—it’s an opportunity he can’t refuse.

With disastrous consequences.
Can Gabe make Meg realize she’s the one woman he’s always wanted? But once secrets and lies have wormed their way into a relationship, is it impossible to establish the firm base of trust needed between lovers, and more importantly, between sub and Sir…?

This story features orgasm control in a BDSM setting.

Excerpt:

“You didn’t realize? Meg, what part of this am I not making clear? I can’t say it enough…you’ve no idea how badly I want you. How much I want to make you mine. But I have different priorities than those of my cock.
“Look, what I did to you was out of line. I broke your trust, and as a Dom, that’s a sin that deserves fucking corporal punishment in itself. I did that to you. How am I supposed to expect you to submit to me with that still floating in your head?
“You have to learn to trust me again. If you don’t, then that side of our relationship will never revert to how it was. In fact, screw revert. It will never get better. Never realize its true potential.”
She blinked at him, then slowly, nodded. “That makes sense.”
“Good. In future, don’t get upset about stuff like this. Just talk to me about it. I won’t bite. And don’t presume to know how a Dom works…because you’ll never get it right.”
Another slow blink. “What if I didn’t want you to dominate me today? What if I just wanted you to make love to me? Is that not…” She licked her lips, her head bowing with discomfort at the topic in hand. “Can’t we do that? Is that not how it works?”
This time, he reached for her. Putting his hand behind her neck, he dragged her against him and held her close. So close, he could feel the ripeness of her tits as they pressed against his torso, the nipples digging into his pecs through her thin vest and his tee.
He ate at her mouth, taking control of the kiss, needing her to know how he felt. He poured his every emotion into that embrace, branded her with the knowledge that she was his. He fucked her mouth then when she mewled, he made love to it.
And as his cock started to pound out a message of its own, the weird odor floating in the air disappeared. All he could smell was the perfume she wore, the soap she’d used in the shower that morning, and the natural essence of woman.
His woman.

 

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She’s determined not to fail… Lucy Felthouse’s The Beauty and the Badass

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The Beauty and the Badass

by: Lucy Felthouse

From the moment Alexei Miles sets eyes on the kickboxing instructor at his new gym, he’s enthralled. She’s strong and sexy, and he senses something in her that speaks to his deepest desires. Bored of meaningless one-night stands, Alexei vows to find out more about the beautiful badass. He hopes his senses are correct—that her desires will match his own, and that his period of unsatisfying sexual encounters is over.

Zoe Harrison notices the new guy as soon as he walks into the gym—difficult not to, really, given he’s a six-feet-plus gorgeous Viking. As well as being attractive, he awakens something deep inside that she’d almost forgotten about. Men that can handle Zoe’s busy lifestyle are few and far between. Add to that her very specific sexual appetites and it’s little wonder she’s been single for so long. Is the Viking about to change all that?

This story explores corporal punishment in a BDSM setting.

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Excerpt:

Alexei quirked an eyebrow and shifted a little in his seat, willing his cock not to stiffen. He still had to go to the bar and get both of them a drink, and he wasn’t at all keen on the idea of doing that with an erection. But Zoe’s words, coupled with the look on her face, in her eyes, was driving him to distraction. It was absolutely a case of her mouth physically saying one thing, while her facial expression and body language screamed something else entirely. He just wasn’t sure how she would react if he called her out on it.
As the seconds passed, he watched as Zoe squirmed. That clinched it for him. He’d say what was on the tip of his tongue. If he’d gotten it wrong, then so be it. But at least the wondering, the questioning, the anticipation, wouldn’t be able to torment him any longer.
With a quick glance around to make sure no one was within earshot, he leaned across the table, and, in a low voice, said, “I don’t think you want me to be good at all, Zoe. Not really. I think, if we’re being completely honest here—and one thing I always aim to be is completely honest—you want me to be the exact opposite of good. You want me to be bad. Or,” he paused for both effect and to pluck up the courage he needed to allow the words past his lips, “more accurately, I think you’ll be the one to misbehave. Purely so I can punish you. Have you over my knee and spank that luscious arse of yours. And that’s just for starters…”
He tailed off and leaned back in his chair, carefully observing Zoe’s reaction to his suggestion.
She remained still and silent for several seconds, seeming to let what he’d just said sink in, and to process it.
Alexei’s heart pounded, but he was careful not to let his nerves show. If he’d gotten the measure of Zoe as he thought he had, then she wanted a confident, experienced Dom. He was both of those things, or at least he would be, given the chance. But right now he couldn’t help but be concerned about losing this gorgeous woman without having had her in the first place.
Finally, after what felt like eons, she responded. With a smile and a slight tremble in her voice, she replied, “Well, it seems complete honesty is the way to go. So,” she picked up her bag and stood from the table, “my place or yours?”
Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heel and walked out of the pub. To her credit, she didn’t look back, either.

 

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She wants to be chased by her husband! Fantasy Surrender by Lori King

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Fantasy Surrender

by: Lori King

Rachel Morgan lives every woman’s fantasy with her four cowboy husbands. Each man exemplifies something she’s always wanted in a man, and they treat her like a queen. As they approach their five year wedding anniversary, the guys have asked her what she’d like to do to celebrate, but she’s nervous about telling them the truth. It’s insane to want to be chased again, right?

This is a capture fantasy and explores a man hunting down his woman and ravishing her.

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Excerpt:

Parker wished he had a video camera to capture the beautiful way Rachel transformed into the perfect submissive. He’d likely wear out the disc watching it all day every day like an addict, though. Besides, it was so fantastic in person, he’d rather just do it again.

“The other day you said you missed the chase,” he began to explain, easing a step away from her to let her think clearly. “So I’ve set up a safe zone for us to play in tonight. The goal is for me to catch you so I can do wicked things to your delicious body for the rest of the night.”

“Um, that’s not much of an incentive for me to get away from you. In fact, I might just stay put and let you get started,” she said, her laughter tinkling through the air.

“Ah, but there’s a prize if you can stay out of my grasp until dawn.”

He loved the way her brown eyes widened and then narrowed as she considered what he was saying. “A prize?”

“If the sun rises before I catch you, you get the sunroom on the back of the house you’ve wanted, and I’ll be the one building it for you.”

Her entire face lit up with excitement. “Really? That would be so fantastic! I can grow plants in there all year long so I have herbs to cook with, and the kids can play while I’m gardening—”

“Whoa, darlin’ you don’t have it yet. First, you have to run and hide until dawn.” He paused for dramatic effect letting his words sink in and then began to lay out the rules.

With the help of his three brothers, he’d cleared an area about a mile square on their property. It ran up through a wooded area to a cliff, they regularly camped on, and along the river bank. They’d made sure there were no obvious dangers so their wife would be as safe as possible, and each of the other three men would be on one of the three edges square to the river bank so they could keep watch for her and any problems.

“Rogan, Hudson, and Sawyer each has a walkie talkie that’s connected to the one in your backpack. If you need help, they’ll be there in minutes, but be careful, sunshine, too much noise and I’ll track you down.”

“You have one really big advantage on me,” she protested.

“Only one?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve been tracking animals for the hunt since you were a kid. You’ll know where I’m at in a second.”

“Then I’d guess you’d better be smart and careful.”

Shaking her head she crossed her arms, the straps of the backpack helping to push her small breasts higher and make his mouth water. “Not good enough.”

Her haughty tone riled his inner Dom and he tipped his chin at her in unspoken communication. She instantly dropped her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I’m a bit jittery about this. If you’re a master tracker, and this is my first time trying to escape from you, what’s my handicap? You’ll just follow me out of here and have me right away.”

Parker nodded his understanding. “I’ll give you a one hour head start, but no more. My cock is already hard as stone thinking about bending you over and fucking your ass in the grass.”

Rachel shivered, and he watched her throat bob as she swallowed hard. “One hour.”

After a long pause, she took a deep breath and smiled up at him. “You’re going to look so sexy in a tool belt, Sir.”

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(Capture) Fantasy Surrender by: Lori King
(Corporal Punishment) The Beauty and the Badass by: Lucy Felthouse
(Orgasm Control) Secrets & Lies by: Serena Akeroyd
(Impact Play) Sizzle by: McKinlay Thomson
(Pet Play) Club Menage: Fifi by: Tara Crescent
(Bondage) Binding Her To Him by: TL Reeve
(Fire Play) Kaise by: Jade Belfry
(Daddy Dom) Professor Knows Best by: Juliet Braddock
(Sensory Deprivation) Deprived by: Jordan Ashley
(Medical Play) Electric by: C.P. Mandara

 

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Release Day!

Wahoo! Today is the day! I’m so happy to share my second novel with you!

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To continue in the tradition of the first book in this series, A Perfect Dom, I wanted to share some behind the scenes facts about A Perfect Trio with you:

1. A Perfect Trio was originally born from a short story that I posted here on this blog! It was originally titled “Wine Glasses” (read it here), I posted it on September 23, 2013. Almost a year ago! I used the short story originally as the first chapter of a Perfect Trio (Mark and Terry’s parts where original chapters two and three. I condensed all three parts to make them stronger and joined them as the first chapter. I figured it was a book about a Trio, we should meet all 3 of them right away). The evolution of the short story was crucial to me falling in love with Stef. I have to admit, that as the man from Wine Glasses, Stef was very cold. That Stef would not have worked for this story or as part of his trio.

2. Speaking of Stef, his first name is a nod to another great Dom, Stefan Talbot from One to Keep, by Sophie Oak. Action wise he’s more James than Stef, but the men share a past that haunts them and holds them back. I am a huge fan of Sophie’s Nights in Bliss Series and Texas Sirens Series (Her latest installment is available here). I love how, although she writes erotic romance, she always puts her characters and her story first. I also try to do that same with my books. I could (and probably eventually will) read One to Keep a hundred times.

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3. Stef’s home town and his last name are a homage to a real life person, singer songwriter that I love, Roy Gluckman. His vines would often be a welcome distraction while writing (see his complications here and here). Roy (like many names in my books) is also a family name. My Grandmother’s family originally used the last name Roi/Roy before anglicizing the name in the 1920’s to King (English translation of the original French Canadian name). My grandmother (who is pretty much my most favourite person in the world) was officially born a King, but her parents were both born Roi’s (the were cousins…long story). My Grandma still says that her real last name is Roi. And, you may recognize King as being Terry’s last name. So Stef and Terry had a connection before they ever met.

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My Grandpa carried it in his wallet since they day it was taken.

4. Terry and Mark first appeared in A Perfect Dom. Learn more about their introduction here. The lead characters of that novel, Mia and Vincent, make a return in this novel. Terry is very important to Mia and vice versa.  Expect to see them again in my future novels.

jb-cp-aperfectdom-full(1)5. In A Perfect Dom, James said that they had had sex before. Does James have a different idea of sex (counting oral sex, aftercare, etc), or was it just an untrue off the cuff remark he made to shock naive Vincent? My jury’s still out on that, but I wouldn’t put either past James. He’s a complicated man.

james6. I had an anonymous source that helped me with some of the police terminology. I had ten questions I was allowed to ask them and that was it. I also bought a couple of Canadian police textbooks and scoured the web for information on police work. There’s plenty of info out there on bigger topics, but not a lot on the more mundane parts of police work/life. I am indebted to my source. Although I’m sure that I must have gotten a few things about Canadian police work incorrect, the info I gained from my source was invaluable and (I believe) made my book stronger. 

 

7. I use a lot of my friends names in my books. Donna and Dave are coworkers that I see almost every day, and are treasured friends. The name Yannick was that name of a man I had the pleasure of working with last year when I trained in Vaudreuil Quebec (this was right during the time when I was trying to do edits on A Perfect Dom). Yannick is also the name of a popular television actor Yannick Bisson that I love to hate. By the way, the name is roughly pronounced Yawn-nick. Some other names comes from actors, musicians or figures that I admire. Nova was named for my love of rapper Nova Rockafeller. Her song Tres Pound was the first song I listened to to celebrate my first book being accepted by Siren (I may have also pumped it when book number two was picked up). I’m contemplating giving the Warren sisters their own series. Please let me know if that’s something you would be interested in reading. One character that if definitely not names for anyone else is Charlie. I’ve loved that name forever. It is just a coincidence that my cute little nephew who was born April 27 of this year has the same name. I like Charlie a lot too. Maybe she deserves her own book too…

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In my head, this is what I think Charlie looks like.

Excuse my poor paint skills – photo from Dreamscape.com

8. Stef lives in the Marilyn Monroe buildings in Mississauga. They are located roughly 20 minutes away from my home, and about 10 minutes north of Port Credit. These buildings are an architectural marvel. Beyond being super cool, I think they speak a lot about Stef’s character. He’s used to things being ridged and straight, but things are changing… The buildings are officially called the Absolute Towers, but their hour glass shape earned them a nickname inspired by screen legend, Marilyn Monroe.

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Photo from suburbantourist.ca

9. I first learned about Human Trafficking from watching America’s Most Wanted. It was stories like Natasha’s story that inspired Bailey. Human Trafficking is a horror that affects everyone and in all walks of life. If you think that it could never touch your life, think again. Although I myself have not been a victim of trafficking, I do believe that I am a victim of an attempted abduction. This is a hard story for me to tell. About five years ago I was sitting in a hardware store parking lot. I had just had a fight with my husband before leaving to go to the store, and was sitting in my car trying to calm down before going inside. A grey van pulled into the spot beside me and the man inside gestured for me to roll down my window. He told me that something was physically wrong with my car and prompted me to get out to take a look (my car at the time was a cheap little sedan, just the basic model and not worth anything.). I refused to get out and take a look. The man wouldn’t leave though and kept prompting me to get out of my car. There was something very off about him and I rolled up my window and locked my doors. The man in the van only left when he saw a random man come out of the store towards us. Maybe he thought the man was my husband, coming to join me in the car. Regardless the van pulled away quickly and left the parking lot. I never ended up going into the store. The man unnerved me so much I drove straight to my apartment and had my husband meet me in the parking lot. A quick inspection showed there was nothing wrong with my car. So what was the man’s game? Did he want my car? It wasn’t worth anything so I doubt it.  What would have happened to me if I had gotten out of my car? Would have tried to lure me into his van? Did he have a buddy waiting to grab me? All questions that I am glad that I cannot answer. That day has stuck in my mind, and still terrifies me.

10. I am a few chapters into my next book. Tentatively I’m calling it “A Perfect Life”. The lead character will be Lee (Mia’s brother). After being shot and nearly killed, it hit home for Lee that he had never been an active participant in his life – he always did exactly what was expected of him and lived the life that others felt he should. He’s always been the perfect son, the perfect brother, the perfect Dad, Somewhere along the line, he lost who he really was. Now with this new lease on life, Lee  decides it’s far past time to life life to the fullest. He starts by signing up for Membership to Club Perfect and embarks on a journey to sample everything that the BDSM lifestyle has to offer…

I do hope that you enjoy reading A Perfect Trio as much as I enjoyed writing it.

If you have any other questions or comments, please let me know. You can tweet me @jadebelfry or be my friend on facebook

Thank you very much for your support. It really does mean the world to me!

A Perfect Trio, available now from Siren-Bookstrand.

One Day to go!

Tomorrow, return to Club Perfect! 

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Tomorrow I get to share my second book with you. I love this book just as much as my first and I hope you do too. 

This book mark a bit of a milestone for me. See, I thought anyone with some luck and some time can write one book. If a dozen monkeys can turn out the works of Shakespeare, then surely I can turn out one little book.This second book was about me proving to myself that I could have a voice, and that I could finally realize my dream of being an author. Thank you for helping me get there. 

With A Perfect Dom, I met many people – readers, fellow authors, etc. It has been a great journey for me, one that will continue with A Perfect Trio. Stef, Mark and Terry are characters I feel in love with while having the privileged of telling their story.

Stef is a new face to Club Perfect. I’d like to introduce him to you:

Stefan Roy, or just Stef, is thirty-eight years old. He was born in Petoria South Africa, but moved to Canada twenty-five years ago. Time has only dulled his accent. When he gets angry (or really, really turned on), his accent comes out just as thick as if he was back home again.

Looks wise, he has light brown hair, and could use a haircut. It’s just of the things he’s let go since his divorce. Also, shaving isn’t a daily activity nor a huge priority. That being said, he does love a good suit. Well, without the tie of course or the top buttons of a collar. He really doesn’t need a suit now that he’s not a lawyer any more. That was something else he also gave up after his divorce.

Stef grew up in a very good house hold and always had the best that money had to offer. His upbringing allowed him to become cultured and gave him a love of finer things (like art, architecture, wine, etc). It bought him a university education and a law degree. He originally used that degree to prosecute the bad guys. It was in court that he met his ex-wife Bailey. They wed quickly and impulsively. He thought he could make their differences work. Unfortunately she still carries the physical and emotional scars of human trafficking. Stef didn’t know how to handle her baggage, so he pushed her away by burying himself in building his career.

Now Stef finds work as an independent BDSM trainer. He specialized in couples that have problems in their relationships. He’s known James and Mia for years, but it’s been a long time since he played at Club Perfect or had to squash his 6’1” and 180lb frame into the “Dom uniform” of a tight black T-shirt and leather pants. He never thought he would go back to the club, as he vowed to never take another Sub as his own.

His training is how entire life now. He runs a tight schedule and he doesn’t allow himself down time. He keeps himself detached and does not become involved with his clients.

That’s Stef on paper. Underneath all of the lies he tells himself, he’s dying to be loved. He doesn’t know it yet, but there’s a couple who need his help. They are absolutely perfect for him…

A Perfect Trio, available tomorrow from Siren-Bookstrand

A Perfect Trio – Story Preview

Hello friends,

The release of A Perfect Trio is only days away. I’m so excited to be sharing this story with you!

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You can pre-order it here from Siren directly at a special reduced price. From their site you can download it in all formats once it releases on August 12.

Buy link -> http://www.bookstrand.com/a-perfect-trio

This is my first Menage. Our Doms are Stef and Mark, and their Sub is Terry.

In my first book of the series, A Perfect Dom, we met Terry on the alcove stage, where she was performing a scene with club owner James:

“A spotlight snapped on illuminating the stage and revealing the scene. A woman, a very naked woman, stood centre stage. Her arms were bound with rope and painfully stretched far above her head and hanging from an industrial hook. Like a grotesque ballerina mid-dance, her toes barely touched the floor.”

She goes on to be deliciously tortured by James. This is Vincent’s first look look into the BDSM lifestyle. Vincent’s ex told him that she dumped him because she wanted a more dominant man in the bedroom. James convinced Vincent to visit Club Perfect and to train to be a Dom. Having no prior experience with BDSM, Vincent is appalled by the nature of the scene, and leaves the club vowing never to come back. 

The next day James explain to Vincent more about the Dom/Sub relationship and how his scene with Terry was not abusive.

“You hurt that woman.”

“That woman, Terry, is an experienced Sub. It wasn’t our first time playing together. Before the scene on Saturday, we discussed what we were going to do. Every move I made was carefully negotiated and agreed to.”

“How could anyone want that?” Vincent growled.

“How could she agree to touching, stimulation, advanced punishment? Submissives find pleasure in different things. It’s our job to figure out what they need and give it to them.”

“It’s your job to be a monster? So you use that to justify beating someone?” Vincent worked hard to keep his voice down when he felt like screaming at James.

James sighed. “Vin, I was joking about being a monster. I didn’t beat her and never would. The rules of BDSM are always the same. Safe, sane and consensual. A scene is a well-orchestrated power exchange to bring both parties pleasure. It’s not rape, not abuse, and it’s certainly not a crime. If Terry, my Sub for the night, hadn’t wanted to be there on stage with me, she wouldn’t be. She needs to be dominated. Just like Mia needs it, just like Catherine thinks she needs it. Terry craved that level of pain so I gave it to her.”

This is the beginning of Vincent understanding BDSM, but Terry is not easily forgotten from Vincent’s mind. A few days later in a cafe he and Mia, his trainer, have a chance to have an open honest discussion about Terry and James’s scene.

“During the scene James looked like he was hurting Terry.”

She took a sip of her tea and thought about it for a moment. “I guess it could seem that way. She wasn’t hurt, though. It was just the level of kink she needed. Did you notice that he tested the whip on his own hand first to know what amount of strength to use when he whipped her?”

Vincent nodded, remembering. He had seen James do that, but thought that it was just part of the theatrics.

“He’s played with Terry before so he knew what level of intensity she needed to get her hot. He didn’t seriously injure her. I doubt she had a single bruise the next morning.”

“But she was screaming.”

“Have you never made a girl scream in release, Vincent?” Mia teased. “Some girls moan during a scene or during sex, some talk, and some scream. It just depends on the person and the level of stimulation. Do you think that you can understand any of this?”

After Mia puts it in terms that Vincent understands, he agrees to train with her. But that first scene is never far from Vincent’s mind. Later on in the story he sees Terry again and can’t help but remember his first night in the club.

Walking further into the club, Vincent was surprised to see James’s Sub from his first night, Terry, sitting on the lap of a big Latino guy. She looked none the worse for wear and didn’t have any lingering marks from her scene with James. And she looked pretty happy to be with this other man. James had said that they weren’t together. Was she this guy’s Sub? Did James just have her “on loan” for the night to scene?

This is our first introduction to Mark, Terry’s partner. Vincent meets him again later at a police station. Vincent’s ex goes missing and he is convinced by her friends to come with them to file a milling person’s report. Mark is the reporting officer.

“Have a seat.” The officer’s name tag read “Rodriguez.” His posture read Dom, and his face read familiar. Shit. He was the Latino Vincent had seen with Terry at the club, but he was cleaned up and dressed in a uniform. Were Doms and Subs everywhere?

Mark recognizes Vincent from the club. When they have a chance to talk alone, the two Doms quickly become friends.

Rodriguez wordlessly gestured for him to keep following him to an empty office across the hall. Once they were both inside, he closed the door. “Mark.” Rodriguez held out his hand for an introductory shake.

“Vincent.” Vincent gladly shook his hand.

Rodriguez nodded. “Yeah, I remember from when James introduced us at the club. You looked like a deer caught in headlights that night.”

“I think I was a deer caught in headlights.” The men laughed. Vincent liked Rodriguez.

Vincent doesn’t miss an opportunity to ask about Terry.

“You’re with Terry?”

Rodriguez shook his head sadly. “I wish. It takes a strong man to handle someone that broken.”

After he leaves the police station, Vincent embarks on the path to finish training. Along the way he finds that he had very string feelings for his trainer, complicated when Mia is abducted by her former Master. After some heart wrenching struggle, Vincent and Mia go on to have their own happy ending.

But what about Mark and Terry? Don’t they deserve their own happy ending? 

Mark’s haunting worlds stayed with me. He loves terry so much and yet doesn’t know how to fix their relationship. I the beginning of A Perfect Trio, Mark turns to James in desperation. He feels he has one last shot to make a relationship with Terry work.

James recommends that they work with a trainer – a very different trainer from the one Vincent worked with! James recommends Stefan Roy, a trainer who works with couples having problems and is known for fixing the unfixable. Mark is willing to try anything.

James also recommends that when the trainer arrives ti meet them that Mark and Terry do something that they haven’t done in a long time together – a private scene. Reluctantly Mark agrees. Unfortunately he decides to leave Terry in the dark about the real motivation behind performing the scene.

The performance goes badly and Terry fakes her orgasm in order to end the scene. The trainer is disgusted (but that and from some information that James withheld from him), and there is a bit if a commotion…which leads Terry to realize that Mark had another motivation for asking her to scene with him…

Excerpt from: A Perfect Trio

Terry stormed into the house behind him and slammed the door. Mark cringed as the sound echoed throughout the bottom floor. Thank God this house was built well.

They had only lived there together a few months. Mia had rented her house to them when she had moved in with Vincent He and Terry had looked at the move as a new opportunity for them. But nothing had changed for them besides their address.

And now if he didn’t get Terry to understand, he may be moving his things out sooner than he had anticipated. He frowned at the thought. “Are you going to be mad at me all night?”

“Yes.” She slammed her purse down on the foyer table and wheeled around to face him. “Who was that guy?” Terry was a Sub, yes, but she was not a pushover. She was angry and needed answers fast.

Mark sighed. Time to come clean. He hadn’t asked her permission so now he had to start asking the love of his life for forgiveness. He took a deep breath. “That was the best trainer in Southern Ontario.”

“Try again, Mark.” Terry angrily shook her head. “The best trainer in Southern Ontario is my friend, Mia, who just retired.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Well, I guess James didn’t really rank him as a trainer, he just said that he was the best and recommend him for us.”

“James recommended him? The guy who looked angry as hell when I came?”

“When you came? You haven’t had an orgasm with a partner in years.” Mark tried to take her hand, but she shrugged him off. His ill-timed observation hadn’t won him any points in this argument.

“So James thinks that I need a trainer? That’s awful nice of James. I’ve been a Sub for years now. How dare he?”

“It’s not just for you.” Those five words had the ability to stop Terry in her tracks. She turned back to look at him and he could feel his shoulders falling.

There were so many things they should talk about, but never did. He should have told her how he was feeling before going to James. But he was so scared of losing her that he was getting good at keeping all of his pain locked up inside himself.

He could see now how keeping his feelings to himself hadn’t worked. If they had any hope of fixing their relationship, he needed to be honest with the woman he loved more than anything.

“Terry, I know we have problems. Everyone knows we have problems.” They looked at each other as the fight slowly left them both. This fight was just one of many over the years that went nowhere.

“It’s my fault.” She sighed. “Forget what I said before, I was angry. I have blocks, things that I’ve been trying to work through.”

Mark smiled weakly. “It’s okay, I know that I need help, too.” He followed her into the main part of the house. It was the most beautiful place he had ever lived. But he knew that having a perfect home didn’t necessarily translate into the people living inside having a perfect life. Right now their relationship was as far from perfect as possible.

Terry flopped on the couch, as if she had no strength left in her body to stand. Her anger had vanished, leaving a trail of sorrow in its wake. She tried to hold in her tears but it was no use. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t cry.” Mark joined Terry on the couch and tried his best to kiss away her tears. This night was a bust. The scene had gone terribly, and their trainer had run from them. At least it got them talking.

“I think you’re amazing, Mark, so patient and so good with me.”

“Thank you, babe. I try. You’re the most important person in the world to me.”

“But…”

“You feel it, too.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. If Mark had felt like something was off between them, then Terry must feel it, too. Something was missing, and had been for a long time now. What she had said earlier was right, she was an experienced Sub. He was the one who had come to it late. She was in the lifestyle so he had followed her into the scene when they had first reunited after she was freed. It was important to Terry and the lifestyle turned out to be a good fit for him, too. He had found benefits in the type of play and discipline that BDSM dictated.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we should leave the club.”

“You love it there!”

Terry shrugged. “But I love you more.”

Mark wrapped his arms around her. For more years than he could recall, Terry had been his everything. “You would give up the lifestyle for me?”

“Yes. For us.”

Mark shook his head, stunned. “But that’s nothing something you’ve considered before.”

“That’s true.” Terry shrugged. “But we’ve broken up so many times because of my inability to submit—”

My inability to help you submit.”

“That I’m afraid…”

“That the next time we break up it might be forever?”

Terry nodded. “I don’t want that.”

“Me neither.” Mark out his arm around Terry’s shoulders and pulled her body against hers. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her for good. Every time they had broken up he had fought his way back here by her side. He had worked hard to prove that she was important to him.

Her fears that this might be the end for them gutted him, but he couldn’t say that he hadn’t worried about the same thing. It was that feeling that had motivated him to share their problems with James. Maybe he had gone about it the wrong way, but he was desperate.

“I’m sorry I went to James without talking it over with you first.”

“It’s okay, I understand now.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, grateful for her forgiveness. She closed her eyes briefly and then smiled. He knew that she loved him. No matter what issues they had, he never doubted her feelings for him. That was one of the only certainties in his life.

“Thank you, I needed that.” Terry patted his hand and stood up. They both had regrets they would live with for the rest of their lives.

A Perfect Trio – Releases August 12 – http://www.bookstrand.com/a-perfect-trio