Leather, kink and hot sex. That's more like it.
Everyone one does romance and love in their own way. My characters like to show their love for each other in a way that might not sound romantic to everyone at first, but it's a way that comes as naturally to them as taking a breath or falling in love with each other.
After all, what could be more romantic than two men who love each other and who want to make each other happy for the rest of their lives? What could be more romantic than them finding out just how to make that happiness come true during Valentine's Weekend?
As you might have guess from the fact I'm posting cover art, lol, I've got a new release coming out soon.
Secret Service is a M/m BDSM novella that will be released on February 9th as part of TEBs My Secret Valentine Collection.
Here's a bit about it.
Alistair has made it very clear he isn’t into anything even vaguely kinky.
Sheridan knew he was in love with him the day he found that out, and then decided to stay with him anyway. Unable to ease his desire to serve at home, Sheridan volunteers at a club where he can secretly serve the patrons, and feed his submission, without upsetting Alistair by revealing that side of his personality to him.
When chance drags Alistair into that same club on Valentines weekend, Sheridan’s leather mask can’t keep his secret safe any longer. With his desire to serve out in the open, it’s not long before other secrets start to come out and they both have to make a choice.
Does Sheridan give up on ever being allowed to submit to the man he loves, or does Alistair take the risk of becoming the master his love has always wanted?
Sheridan Haswell put a final touch of red paint to the heart on his left bicep. Looking himself over in the mirror, he set his paintbrush aside and straightened the red leather heart covering his cock. The only thing he had left to put on was the mask. He frowned at the strip of red leather, but there was no avoiding it.
It wouldn’t do to allow his secret indulgence to become public knowledge—for his little hobby to come to Alistair’s attention. Sheridan looked back to his reflection and let his gaze slip out of focus so he could imagine his boyfriend standing next to him, looking into the same glass.
Alistair was as fair haired as he himself was dark. They’d had always complimented each other that way. Perhaps Alistair, with his several inches of extra height and his additional weight of muscle, would look good with anyone. Sheridan still liked to think they looked particularly good together. They looked right. The way a couple should look.
He smiled at the imagined reflection. Then his smile began to fade away as his expression turned more serious. Sheridan knelt down in front of the mirror, letting the mental image of Alistair continue to stand over him—tall and proud, and undeniably dominant.
Lifting his hand to his neck, Sheridan traced the line of the red leather around his throat. For just a few perfect seconds, he let himself enjoy a fantasy that he knew would never be his reality. He let himself pretend the collar around his neck belonged to Alistair, that he belonged to Alistair. For just a little while, he indulged himself with the idea that his boyfriend just might, at any point in the future, want to be his master.
Sheridan squeezed his eyes shut very tight. He knew that wouldn’t happen. He’d resigned himself to the fact months ago. But still…
When he opened his eyes again the house collar stared back at him. The vivid red leather quickly remind him who he was, where he was, and exactly why he was dressed up like a Valentine card gone wrong.
While he wore that collar he belonged to the house—to the club who owned the bar he was about to walk into. As for what he was and who he was? That was simple.
Sheridan Haswell was a born submissive, and that night he was there to serve.
*End of excerpt*
Thanks for reading :)
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare?
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