TCO Exclusive Mini-Story: The Sergeant by Christa Tomlinson

Thank you to Christa Tomlinson for this special short story! 
She wrote this based on Denise’s prompt asking for a story where Clay is allowed to “take control”, to celebrate their anniversary (and to celebrate the 1 year anniversary of The Sergeant publication date). Christa knows that Denise LOVES these boys, so without further ado…please check out this lovely story.  
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For
One Night Only
A Logan & Clay Mini-Story
This
is a work of fiction, written by Christa Tomlinson and protected under US
copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, copied, or published without the
express written permission of Christa Tomlinson.
Logan lay back in his big bed. His
submissive, Clay, lay across his chest. Logan gently brushed his fingers
through the silky, dark curls of Clay’s hair as they both caught their breath.
They’d been together for nearly seven months now. But their love for one another
hadn’t faded and neither had their passion. Logan looked down as Clay propped
himself up to look at him. The beautiful flush had faded from his face, but his
blue eyes were still soft, his lids still low.
“Do you think we’ll still be this
rambunctious in bed when we’re old?”
Logan arched a brow. “We’ve only
been together for seven months and you’re talking about us being old? I’m still
in my prime.” Clay dug an elbow into his ribs, making him wince. “Ow!”
“Sorry,” Clay said. But the sparkle
in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t really. “You know what I mean. Do old
people still play? Or will we start having vanilla sex all the time?”
Logan laughed. “Would that bother
you?”
Clay’s eyebrows shot up. “Now that
you’ve shown me sprinkles, caramel and whipped cream? Hell yeah it would.”
Logan laughed again. “There are
plenty of D/s couples who play well into their golden years. I’m sure we’ll be
just the same.”
“Good.” He closed his eyes for a
second, taking in a deep breath. Then his eyes popped back open. “Don’t go
getting any ideas with the ice cream. I’m not really into foodplay.”
“Is that right? You didn’t seem to
mind the last time I ate ice cream off of you.”
Clay’s
body warmed as he thought back to that night.
He and Logan had shared a
bowl of cookies and cream ice cream, while Logan told him how attractive he
found him and how much he loved him. The sex they’d had after had been so sweet
and warm. He squirmed a bit now to think of it. Clay looked up to see Logan
smiling at him. “Well maybe I can make an exception sometimes.” 
Logan’s smile grew. “Of course.”
Hi brain latched onto something
Logan had said earlier. “Did you say we’ve been together for seven months?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Seven is a lucky number! We should
do something to celebrate.”
“Okay. Like what?”
Clay looked down, tracing a finger
over the crisp, blonde hair on his Dom’s chest as he thought. He thought of how
much he loved when Logan took control of him. Of how close he felt to his Dom when
he let him take over. He wondered if Logan felt the same way he did. He looked
back up at him. “I have an idea.” He stopped, not sure how Logan would feel
about it. After a few moments Logan prompted him.
“Are you going to share your idea
or do I have to guess?”
Clay rolled his eyes. “You might
know a lot of what’s in my head, especially during sex, but you’d never guess
this.”
Logan cocked his head to the side
and stared at him for a long moment. “You want to switch roles.”
Clay’s mouth dropped open. “What
the hell? That’s freaky.”
Logan laughed. “Nothing else would
make you hesitate like that.” He brushed a hand over Clay’s hair, making him
close his eyes and turn into his touch. “Is that what you want?” he asked
softly.
Clay kissed his palm before his
opened his eyes. “Yeah. I love it so much and I feel so damn close to you with
you in control. I’d love for you to experience that.”
“Okay.”
Clay was surprised. “Okay? Just
like that?”
Logan gripped his arms and pulled
him up into a kiss. “You know I love you and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Then okay.” Clay gave him another
kiss. “Thank you.”
When he pulled back, Logan gave him
his stern look. “But for one night only.”
“Of course. No way your bossy ass
could give up control for longer than that.” Clay grinned, completely expecting
the smack on the ass Logan gave him.
*****
Clay watched as the uniformed cops
hauled off the woman they’d just apprehended. She’d been sitting in the parking
lot in the back seat of her car. The windows had been down and she’d been
screaming that the overlords wanted her to blow herself up. That had been strange
enough. The gun she’d been waving around as she refused to get out of the car
had brought in SWAT. And the bomb she’d threatened to detonate had brought in
the explosives squad. Thankfully, the situation had been defused without anyone
hurt, and it turned out there was no bomb in or on the car.
Now that the crisis was resolved,
Clay’s attention returned to what he’d been thinking of all week. Being in
control of Logan. They had sex without any D/s elements often. But they’d never
switched roles to where he was the dominant one. He was still surprised that
Logan had agreed to his idea, but he was down for it one hundred percent.
Twenty minutes later, they were in
the Bear, headed back to the station. And Clay was still thinking of tonight.
He knew that he wanted to have their seven month role reversal celebration in
their play room. But he hadn’t decided what he wanted to do once they were in
there. He looked over at Logan and found him watching him with a grin. Clay
narrowed his eyes. He knew Logan knew exactly what he was thinking; he’d been
teasing him all week, asking about his plans. Clay rudely popped his middle
finger up and licked it. Logan burst out laughing. He shook his head and turned
to talk to Jody.
Hector had apparently seen his
gesture. “Geez man. Can’t you wait until you two are snugged up in the supply
closet before you start with the sexy times?”
“Shut up, Hector. That wasn’t
sexual.”
“Whatever, amigo,” Hector said in a
disbelieving tone.
Clay just rolled his eyes at his
teammate before he went back to thinking about just how he planned to take
control of his Dom.
*****
They’d just gotten out of the
shower. They were dry but undressed. Clay stood in front of the dresser, about
to open the drawer for a pair of briefs. Now that the time was approaching, he
was starting to get a little nervous. He was able to take charge out in the
field all the time, but that part of his personality seemed to take a break
whenever he was intimate with Logan. Would he be able to go through with this? He
jumped as Logan came up behind him, wrapping his strong arms around his waist.
He kissed his ear before asking, “Have you decided yet?” Clay nodded. “Yeah. I
want to be in the play room.” He looked up and met Logan’s eyes in the dresser
mirror. “If that’s alright?”
Logan smiled. “Whatever you want.
You’re in charge tonight.”
Clay took a deep breath. “That’s
right. I’m in charge. Let’s go.”
They left the bedroom, walking down
the hall to the playroom Logan had built for them. Clay could feel Logan’s
presence looming behind him. He should have had Logan walk in front, but he
hadn’t been thinking. He was slightly on edge with Logan at his back like he
always was, but he forged ahead, unlocking and opening the door to their
private space. Once inside, Clay headed towards the tall stand where he’d first
been restrained in this room. They were both already naked, so thankfully he
didn’t have to order Logan to strip. He cleared his throat. “I want you here.”
Logan immediately obeyed him,
walking over to stand underneath the solid wood frame. But his gaze was steady
and direct and Clay had to fight not to look down as he usually did. He stepped
closer, their naked bodies brushing together as he fit the restraints around
Logan’s thick wrists. Logan turned his head, nuzzling his neck and kissing him
behind his ear. Clay closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into him. But then
he stepped away. “I didn’t say you could kiss me.”
Logan looked at him. His lids were
low, but his gaze was still as direct as ever. “Sorry,” he said softly.
Clay didn’t say anything to that.
He just worked the pulley system, tugging Logan’s arms up and over his head.
When he was restrained the way he wanted, he ran his eyes over his lover. His
body was so big and strong. Firm with muscle and dusted with golden blonde
hair. And his erection was already full, standing up and slightly away from his
body. Clay bit his lip. He wanted to take him into his mouth but was that the
right thing to do if he was in control? Without realizing it, he looked to
Logan for approval.
“Whatever you want to do to me,” he
answered the unspoken question in a low voice.
Clay lowered himself to his knees.
He stroked his fist over his lover’s cock a few times before he leaned in and
swallowed him down. Logan hissed, his thigh muscles tightening. Clay kept
sucking him, changing the rhythm as he pleased. He went slow, making Logan
groan. Then faster, until his lover was thrusting his hips forward.
Clay took his mouth away. “Don’t
move. Stay still while I suck you.” He cupped the heavy weight of Logan’s
balls, giving them a slight squeeze. “Understand?”
Logan looked down at him, his face
fierce with a tightly clenched jaw. “Understood.”
Clay leaned forward again, lightly
tonguing the tip of the thick, wet cock in front of his face. He played for a
moment, teasing Logan with soft licks all over before groaning and sucking him
back into his mouth. This time he took him slow and deep over and over until he
too was hard, just from tasting his lover and feeling him in his mouth. He
moaned around Logan’s cock, bringing his hands up to stroke the thighs in front
of him. Logan groaned and Clay looked up to see him with his head thrown back,
his arms straining as he pulled at the restraints. Clay watched him, thinking
how gorgeous he was. He started to squirm on his knees and he felt Logan
throbbing in his mouth. Clay realized he needed to stop before he took them
both too far.
He pulled away, resting his
forehead on Logan’s thigh. “Don’t… don’t come yet,” he said between deep gasps
for breath. Clay got to his feet. He stood there in front of Logan wanting to
feel his lover’s arms around him. But he couldn’t because Logan’s arms were
chained over his head. So instead he leaned against him for a moment,
initiating a kiss. He took the lead at first. But as the kiss went on Logan
grew more aggressive, controlling the pace, biting at his lip. Clay moaned,
resting a hand against Logan’s chest. He had to force himself away before he
sunk in to it and let Logan completely take over.
Both of them were breathing hard as
he looked at Logan. He couldn’t move as he stared into his lover’s eyes,
completely forgetting what he wanted to do next. Logan ran his tongue over his
lip and yanked on his restraints. The sound of the chain rattling had him
focusing again. “Sorry. You-.” Clay cut himself off. He was in control, he
didn’t need to apologize. “I’ll be right back.”
He left Logan there while he went
to the cabinet where the whips and other toys were kept. Clay grabbed the
leather covered paddle and a small bottle of lube. He walked back to Logan.
“You’ve spanked me so many times
I’ve lost count.” He kissed him hard, this time pulling away before he could
try and take over. “It always gets me hot, let’s see if it does the same for
you.”
Clay went behind his lover. He
stroked a hand over his ass, teasing him just as Logan always did to him. Then
he pulled his arm back and slapped the paddle right onto his left cheek. Logan
jerked once but showed no other reaction. Clay pulled back again, this time
striking the other cheek. Logan jerked again. A soft sound that seemed to be a
mix of surprise and pain accompanied the movement. Clay smiled. He knew that
feeling. He grew bolder, wielding the paddle faster and harder against the
firm, round ass of his lover. He stopped for a moment to wrap his arms around
Logan’s waist.
“I wanted you to feel this Si –
Logan. Does it feel good?”
“Yeah.”
Logan’s answer was roughly voiced
making Clay smile. He slipped one hand down to Logan’s erection. He wasn’t as
stiff as when he’d been sucking him off so Clay bent down to the bottle of lube
on the floor and poured some of it into his hand. Standing, he gripped Logan’s
cock again, stroking him slow and soft. “Remember, you can’t move,” he
whispered into his ear. A frustrated growl came from Logan but he held still.
Clay grinned. He liked having this power. So he kept pumping him slowly. Logan
didn’t move his hips, but he did start pulling on the restraints. And every
time he did so, Clay swung the paddle, slapping him hard on the ass. Eventually
he let his cock go, stepping back a bit to get a better angle with the leather
paddle.
Clay thought briefly about going to
get another toy from the cabinet. But he figured for his first time out, he’d
better stick with the basics. So he continued to use the paddle. But he changed
the rhythm up, sometimes striking hard and fast, sometimes waiting long periods
between strikes. And sometimes he just rubbed the paddle or his hand over the
warm, red skin of Logan’s ass. Sometimes like now, he pressed in close for
another hug, rubbing his own erection over Logan’s hip and ass while he stroked
his lover’s.
Logan groaned. “You’re very good at
this.”
Clay laughed softly. “I’ve been
taking mental notes.” 
He stepped back again, returning to
using the paddle. Logan’s groans came more frequently now. His head was thrown
back and his arms bulged as he put tension on the restrains. Clay heard Logan’s
rough groans. But somehow in his head, they were morphing into his groans from when Logan punished him.
It started to feel weird and wrong to be doing this. He was turned on. But it
wasn’t as intense as it usually was. And it felt … off. Every time he heard the sound of leather meeting flesh, he
expected to feel the sting on his ass. He wanted to be the one feeling the
sweet pain of the paddle. He stopped.
Clay stood there silently for a
moment. He wasn’t sure how to proceed. He felt jittery, and when he reached a
hand out to touch the red skin of Logan’s ass, his hand shook. After a few
moments of him doing nothing, Logan called his name. His voice was softer than
normal but Clay still heard the underlying note of command. He went around to
Logan’s front.
Logan
looked at his sub
. He was fine with them switching roles for tonight. But
he could tell that Clay was losing the urge to stay in control. That didn’t
surprise him. Clay wasn’t usually dominant sexually. And to do this – it wasn’t
like flipping a switch. But he wouldn’t say anything until he was one hundred
percent sure Clay wanted to give control back to him. So for now, he just
watched.
Clay
looked at his lover
. He’d brought his head back up and he was watching him
closely, like he was studying him. Clay took a deep breath. He desperately
wanted to hear Logan’s deep voice telling him what to do. But that would defeat
the purpose. He could do this.
Clay took three steps forward so
that he was right in front of Logan. He grasped Logan’s cock. It was so thick
and hot in his hand and he immediately started thinking of the way it felt
inside him. Clay moaned, tucking his face into the crook of Logan’s neck. “I’m
sorry. I know I’m supposed to be the one in control. But…” He left the rest of
the sentence unfinished and pressed closer, rubbing his face into the hair on
Logan’s chest, wishing he could wrap his body around him. After a few moments,
Logan turned his head and whispered into his ear.
“Unchain me, Clay.”
Relief immediately swamped him. He
put the handle of the paddle between his teeth. His hands still shaking, he
reached up and released Logan from the restraints. Logan lowered his arms,
rubbing his wrists a few times. Clay took a step back.  Logan’s hazel eyes were sharp, his jawline
firm. Clay recognized that look and he knew what it meant. Taking the paddle
out of his mouth, he held it out to him. Logan took it and threw it to the
side. Before he could blink, his Dom had grasped him by a fistful of hair and yanked
him into a rough kiss. Logan’s breath was hot on his face and his teeth were
sharp on his lip and Clay fell against him, fell into the kiss, handing the
reins back to him without hesitation. Logan picked him up and now Clay wrapped
his arms and legs around him like he’d wanted to earlier. Logan walked them
over to the nearest wall, pressing Clay against it to help hold his weight.
“Did you really think you could
control me?”
Clay pushed his hips up, rubbing
his cock against the hard muscles of Logan’s stomach. “I thought … I wanted …
but I need you.” Clay couldn’t get his thoughts in order. But he didn’t have
to.
“You need me in control.” Logan
adjusted their positions and started to bring him down onto his cock. “You need
me inside.”
Clay dug his fingers into Logan’s
back. “Oh, god. Yes. Please.” He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against
the wall, expecting Logan to fuck him. But he didn’t. He just stayed still,
barely an inch inside him. He opened his eyes again to see Logan watching him.
“Tell me you need me in control.”
“I need you in control,” he
whispered.
Logan pushed inside him another
inch. “Tell me again.”
“I need you in control,” Clay
repeated. And he kept repeating it as Logan slowly pushed all the way inside
him. Logan leaned forward and kissed him. Clay moaned as he finally started
moving his hips, pulling out slowly, sliding back in slowly.
Logan breathed the words into their
kiss. “Tell me, baby.”
Clay said it again, telling his Dom
that he needed him to be in control. Logan kept kissing him, demanding that he
say it again whenever their lips parted. Clay obeyed him, his body trembling,
wanting Logan to speed up his pace. But he didn’t. He just kept thrusting into
him so slowly, making him feel every single inch of his cock as it slid in and
out of him. Pleasure and frustration rolled through Clay. His whispers grew
more urgent, more frantic, growing in volume until he was shouting “Control me!
Control me, Sir!” He squeezed his legs around Logan’s hips, tightening his ass
around his cock. He knew better than to rush his Dom, but he couldn’t help it.
A muscle clenched in Logan’s jaw,
his eyes narrowing, but he finally stopped holding back. He slammed into him
over and over, so hard Clay’s shoulder blades were jammed painfully into the
wall. Clay again dug his fingers into Logan’s back, wanting to scream at how
thick Logan felt inside him, at how he stretched him, making him feel so
deliciously overpowered.
“Get yourself off. But don’t you
dare come before me.” Logan kissed him, ending with a sharp bite to his lip. “Wanna
feel your climax make your ass grip my cock after it’s already nice and
sensitive from my orgasm.”
Clay shuddered at Logan’s words as
he reached down to grip his shaft. He stroked himself, going right to the edge,
but not going over it. He was tense, his body trembling even harder, but he
managed to hold back. Finally, thankfully, Logan pushed deep inside and pressed
tight against him with a loud groan. Clay felt the heat of his release, just
before Logan bit his neck.
“Now, baby. Let me feel you.”
Clay moved his hand faster over his
shaft, pumping several more times until his climax rose up and washed over him.
His hips pumped, his cum spilling out onto his hand and both of their stomachs.
He dropped his head into the crook of his Dom’s neck, breathing in his scent as
the pleasure rushing through him started to ease back. “Logan. Sir. Thank you.
Thank you.” His answer was Logan’s hand in his hair again, tugging his head
back so that his Dom could take his mouth in a deep, controlling kiss.  
*****
They were in the bed in the
playroom. Logan sat up against the headboard, Clay lay with his head in his
lap. Clay picked at the cover, disappointed in his performance. “I failed. I
couldn’t do it.” Logan’s big hand massaged the back of his neck.
“You did not fail.”
“Really? Then how’d we end up with
you in control again? Not that I didn’t love it of course.”
“You tried something new, but your
body and your brain are used to something else. There’s nothing wrong with
that. It’s difficult to be completely in control. It takes an entirely
different mindset.”
Clay laughed softly, remembering
how he’d wanted to be the one experiencing the pain he was dishing out. “That’s
for damn sure.”
Logan ran his fingers through his
hair, lightly scratching his scalp. “And it’s not like we can’t try again
sometime.”
Clay sat up. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Logan agreed.
“Well right on.” But then he looked
at Logan with a sheepish grin. “But not for a while okay? I really like letting
you be the sexy time boss.”
Logan laughed and brought him close
for a hug. “Of course.”
Clay relaxed back into his Dom’s
embrace. “This was nice. It’s going in my diary.”
“You don’t have a diary. You’ve
never had a diary.”
“Then buy me one so I can put this
in it.”
Logan’s laugh was smothered this
time as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Whatever you want.”
The End.
Thank
you for reading! Be sure to check out Logan and Clay’s original story in The Sergeant. They also have sexy, fun
times in the snow with The Sergeant: A
Christmas Story
.
 
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Promo and Giveaway: Becoming His Master by M.Q. Barber

Title: Becoming His Master
Series: Neighborly Affection #4
Author: M.Q. Barber
Genre: Adult, M/M Erotica
Release Date: March 17, 2015
Published By: Lyrical Press
From rescue to romance…
Teach a wounded submissive the value of his service. The task ought to be an easy one for an experienced dominant like Henry Webb. 
But novice Jay Kress challenges his teacher like no other. Still bearing the bruises of an encounter outside the bounds of safe consensual play, Jay is desperate to submit to the man who saved him—and shamed by his desires. 
Henry recognizes the dangers of a relationship built on hero worship. He’ll teach Jay how to stay safe, that’s all. He won’t take advantage of the younger man’s trust. He won’t share his fantasies about his dark-haired, athletic student. He’ll never claim this submissive for his own…

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Becoming His Master (R) Excerpt © M.Q. Barber 2015
Henry’s watch
showed quarter to eight as he mounted the stairs toting carryout meals for
himself and his submissive. The hour found the second floor a modest hive of
activity as players donned their preferred personas and headed upstairs to the
sandbox. Eventually, he too would join the procession, with Jay in tow. For
now, he turned right and stepped through the wide double doors into the salon.
The area set aside
for himself and young Mr. Kress showed Emma’s unmistakable influence. Tucked
into the farthest corner of the room, a three-panel screen of wood and fabric
created a private dining nook. Best pray the younger man didn’t recognize the
scenes depicted, though the intent shouted for all and sundry to pay heed.
A pair of
yellow-ribboned women cast admiring glances his way. Muting his growl, he
stepped past them with a curt headshake. Won’t
interfere, my ass.
A paean to Greek
mythology and literature graced each panel. Achilles and Patroclus circled each
other with shields and spears, their sandaled feet the only flesh not on view.
Apollo strummed his lyre while a boy—Hyacinth, given the field of flowers—lay at
his feet. Beautiful Ganymede proffered a cup beneath the sheltering wings of
Zeus-as-eagle.
Stalking across
the room, he considered the ready excuses sure to be on Emma’s lips. A shield
to keep the boy from prying eyes, lest his table manners prove less than
impeccable. Hadn’t he himself insisted on protecting Jay from possible
criticism? No, of course the scenes hadn’t been deliberate. Convenience had
dictated the choice. In no way had she meant to imply Jay Kress was his eromenos.
His beloved boy.
His to mentor and protect. His sweet lips to kiss, his beautiful thighs to
fuck.
Cock pressing at
his fly, he swore in silence. Was there no mercy to be found?
He rounded the
screen.
Jay sprang to his
feet.
No. No mercy at
all.
Despite Emma’s
claim, his student wore a suit as well as he wore leather shorts. Temptation
beat at him, an unrelenting pressure, the image of his submissive on his knees
with the same earnest delight on his face.
He forced himself
to turn and deposit the bag on the table. Slow and easy.
“You’ve set a
lovely table.” He told himself navy wasn’t Jay’s color, despite the good sense
he’d shown to pair his suit with a solid white shirt and a pale blue tie with a
diagonal thin-stripe in white. “I trust your wait has been a pleasant one?”
“Yes, Master
Henry.” Jay stood straight and tall, a slender vision of grace. “Mistress Emma
showed me what to do.”
“It’s just Emma,
my boy. No title. She’s a submissive here, as you are.” He unpacked the tote.
Salads first, the light containers atop the others.
“But she’s in
charge of things.” Jay tilted his head. He started to roll his shoulders before
stopping himself.
Warm foil
container deposited on the table, Henry paused in his work to study his
submissive with more care. “Yes, she handles some functions at the club.” The
neat half-Windsor had to be Emma’s doing. “She also submits to her husband.”
Likewise, the white rose boutonniere pinned with Jay’s red ribbon, the symbol
of his ownership. The younger man’s purity and innocence bound under his protection
and control.
Pinned. Of course.
“Tell me, how many
pins did it take until Emma was satisfied with the drape of your jacket?”
“I’m not sure,
Master Henry.” Jay half-smiled, his eyes shining. “She made me stand still for
a long time, though. Do you like it?”
With such an
enticing invitation, he smoothed the fabric from the lapel to the right
shoulder.
Jay caught his
breath and rocked his hips.
“Quite handsome,”
he murmured. Such promising responses his pupil gave, eager physicality
impossible to miss. “But you cannot relax, can you? Afraid you’ll disrupt her
handiwork if you so much as breathe too deeply.”
“I don’t mind,
Master Henry.” If you like it, he
didn’t say, though the worship in his gaze made the words unnecessary.
Humming, he traced
the edge of the lapel downward and unfastened the button holding the jacket
closed. “I mind.” Hanging the jacket on the chair back wouldn’t do any harm.
“Your comfort is my responsibility during our time together.”
He pushed the coat
from the boy’s shoulders. He’d remove his own to ensure his dinner partner felt
no awkwardness.
“No, no, please.”
Jay clutched at the fabric, fighting the motion, his voice rising. “Master
Henry, please.”
What the devil was
he—
“Please don’t take
my ribbon, I’m your good boy, I’m yours—”
Henry kissed him.
He knew the
instant their lips touched he ought not have done it.
Soft and pliant,
the younger man opened his mouth with a throaty little whimper.

Irresistible. A
possessive haze descended, snarling heat pushing out from his center. He ground
his cock against his submissive and claimed his mouth.

 
 

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USA Today bestselling author M.Q. Barber likes to get lost in thought. She writes things down so she can find herself again.
Often found staring off into space or frantically scratching words on sticky notes, M.Q. lives with one very tolerant, easily amused husband and one very tolerant, easily amused puppy.
She has a soft spot for romances that explore the inner workings of the heart and mind alongside all that steamy physical exertion. She loves memorable characters, witty banter, and heartfelt emotion in any genre.
The former Midwestern gal is the author of the Neighborly Affection contemporary romance series. Pick a safeword, grab a partner or two, and jump in.
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Double Book Review: Caged Sanctuary by Tempeste O’Riley

Blurb:

Kaden Thorn, a dental surgeon who lives a quiet life, has no hope of finding the love he craves. A vicious gay bashing cost him the use of his legs and confined him to a wheelchair. He has given up hope of finding a Dom or even a nonkink partner to love him. When his best friend practically forces him to attend a dinner party, the last thing he expects is a strong Dom who can see beyond his wheels. 

Deacon James is an architect and a demanding Dom, but he has spent the past couple of years without a sub or partner. When an employee invites him to a dinner party to meet his girlfriend, Deacon smells a setup but agrees anyway. He prides himself on being an excellent judge of character, and when he meets the younger dentist, he sees past the chair and finds a sweet submissive man who more than piques his interest. 

Kade’s fears and demons continue to haunt him, challenging Deacon to use everything he’s learned as a Dom to earn Kade’s trust and submission. Deacon’s determined, though, willing to battle all of it to have Kade by his side and at his feet.

Denise’s Review:


Kade, a dental surgeon who is confident in his abilities, is left with a very low self-esteem after an attack outside of a D/s club that left him in a wheelchair. He believes that no one would want him, and even if they did, he would be unable to find a Dom who would want him, and want to keep him.

Deacon, immediately sees Kade as the sub that he is, and wants a date with him. Although Kade is hesitant, he agrees, and the two move forward. Deacon is able to see past the  chair to the person Kade truly is, and Kade is challenged to believe that someone as gorgeous and successful as Deacon would want to keep Kade as his own sub.

Kade continues to be haunted, by the attack and the after-effects on his self-esteem. He finds himself continually doubting that Deacon will want more time with him. As their relationship continues to grow, Kade begins to gain confidence.

Reading a book that has a character who has a physical disability is much more rare than you would think. However, I appreciate them so much. It is important that people with disabilities be shown in all stages of their lives, including falling in love, having physical relationships, and even challenges that have little to do with their disabilities. I really appreciate that about this author, as this is a theme that has been woven through all of her books.

This book was not only well written, but I felt like this was an accurate portrayal of what someone in Kade’s situation may be challenged with, both physically and emotionally.

My final determination on this book is 4.5 pieces of eye candy. I hope to read more from this author very soon.

Morgan’s Review:

After a vicious attack left Kaden Thorn with physical
limitations, he is convinced he is nothing but a broken man. A brutal past
relationship definitely doesn’t help with his low self-esteem. He is a sub at
heart and all he wants is a Dom to see him for who he truly is. After the
attack, past occurrences with other Doms has him sure that part of his life is
over.
When his best friend invites
him over for dinner one weekend, Kade meets Deacon James. Tall, blonde and
beautiful, Kade is instantly attracted. After dinner, Deacon and Kade get to
know each other a little more, and Kade just can not see how anyone like Deacon
could ever be attracted to him. When Deacon asks Kade to dinner the following
Friday, sweet Kade is hesitant at first. He isn’t sure why Deacon would be willing
to take a chance on him. When dinner goes even better than Kade expected , he
is thrilled and he finally has some hope for the future.
As the relationship
between these two continues to grow, Deacon shows Kade all he is capable of
despite the loss of his legs. Kade finally begins to gain back his
self-respect. Deacon shows Kade he is worth so much more than he thinks and
despite his limitations he can still be an excellent sub.  
This book is very well written and I would recommend it to
anyone that enjoys BDSM with their romance. The connection between the two main
characters is beautiful and heart warming and I really enjoyed this story.  
Final determination is 4.5 pieces of eye candy.
Purchase Links:
Caged Sanctuary: Amazon
Desires Entwined Series:
Designs of Desire (Book 1): Amazon 
Desire’s Guardian (Book 2): Amazon
Temptations of Desire (Book 3):Amazon


Contact the Author:

Facebook
Twitter: @TempesteO

Author Bio:

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual gender fluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.

Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing athttp://tempesteoriley.com/

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Review and “Flash” Giveaway: The Sergeant A Christmas Story by Christa Tomlinson

Synopsis

Sergeant Logan Pierce and Senior Corporal Clay Foster have fought past all the obstacles that stood in the way of their relationship. Now, they are in love and committed to each other as Dominant and submissive. 

As the holidays approach, all they want is time to enjoy each other away from their demanding jobs as SWAT officers. But someone threatens to ruin their first Christmas together. 

Logan refuses to let anyone or anything destroy his submissive’s happiness. What can he do to save Christmas for his love? 

A Christmas Short Story for The Sergeant. This story can be enjoyed as a stand alone, but your experience will be enhanced by reading The Sergeant first. 

Denise’s Review:

It’s easy to tell that I love Christa Tomlinson’s books. I do! I love her writing style, love the wittiness, the very delicious sex scenes, etc.  And one of my top 3 books in 2014 was The Sergeant–don’t make me pick number 1, there is no way!!! The top 3 are all equal and different.

So, when Christa told me she was writing this short story, I might have been a little grabby…sorry Christa if I grabbed the wrong things. 🙂 I could not wait for a little more of Logan, the Dominant, and Clay, the submissive. 

First, and foremost…did you see this cover by Jay Aheer? Holy Cow, I can’t tell you how much I love it!!!!

Okay, now on to the story. Well, this was an “awwwww”, so much happy, story for me. I was so happy for these men who worked very hard to get their HEA in The Sergeant, that it was like the whipped cream on top of the sundae for me. I was a gooey mess, and enjoyed every second of it. Logan’s whole focus was to make Clay’s Christmas special, and he did everything in his power to make his submissive happy, with a lot of surprises thrown in the mix.

What a special story for a special couple of men! And I have to say…my birthday is coming soon…if there was another story ahead, and I could just be standing in the corner watching, well, I think I would be very happy indeed! 

Giveaway of Three Copies of The Sergeant a Christmas Story:

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Purchase Links:
 

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Praise for The Sergeant 

“Hottest book of 2014 so far!” 

“I loved the struggle and the growth Clay’s character had to go through before they could have their HEA.” 

“The love story between Logan and Clay was beautiful to watch. And while the sex scenes were incredibly hot, you don’t ever forget that you’re reading a love story between two bull headed men!” 

“The happiness and security Clay feels as Logan’s sub practically radiate off the pages of this great book. The loss he feels when he has to take off his collar to go to work literally made me cry.” 
– Tina, The Novel Approach 

“You wanted things to work out, because you had two people who you liked as people, and obviously were meant to be together, trying to find their way into the right relationships for themselves.” – Denise, Two Chicks Obsessed with Books & Eye Candy

 

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Blurb:
Grif believes he’ll live his life as a virgin. After all, who would want him? How could anyone find him, a guy who came with less than man-sized equipment, worthy of their love?

What he hadn’t counted on were the two amazing men who would change his life. After entering college, he meets Tate, his fun-loving, roommate. While years later, with Tate now just a memory, Wes, a handsome, rugged ex-marine who runs his own security firm enters his life.

Both men lead Grif through a twisted mesh of pleasure, pain, and denial, as they force him to see his value, despite his size and insecurities.

Denise’s Review:

I will start by saying, this book is definitely not going to be for everyone. When I emailed the author he was very careful to mention (more than once to his credit) that there were lots of instances of degradation in this book. And he was absolutely correct. So, if that is not for you, this is not a book for you.

However, that being said, I didn’t think the instances were horrific, by any means-I have read worse. They were realistic for someone who quite possibly might have a problem such as this, much smaller than average penis, and Grif found that his way of coping was to deal with the humiliation of take care of another, suffering orgasm denial (self inflicted or by another) and being called what to many would be very inappropriate names. There was a lot of that, but that wasn’t all this story was about.

This was about a man who, despite having a small penis, was able to find his way in life to become a confident man, a sexual being, and how that came to be.

The book is told without being linear. The book started in Fall of 2013, then quickly regressed to the 1990s, back to 2004, on to 2013, and back again. If that is hard to follow for you, this book may be a challenge. For me, it definitely was a challenge, but it was actually a challenge I enjoyed. I found that it made me really think about why certain things happened, and watch to see if those questions were answered or not.

I will not deny that several of the degradation scenes or comments were difficult at times. I found myself swallowing, maybe even taking a break from the book for a short time, then heading back. However, in the end this book was a love story, unconventional, no doubt, but a love story in the end. Grif loved two men (not at the same time), and this book showed how he was able to use that love to sustain him and grow as a person.

There were some very significant editing issues in this book. I did bring one major issue to the attention of the author, but just in general I felt that the editor of this book missed too many things for me to be able to give this book a 5 pieces of eye candy rating. The story was fantastic, though, and I honestly am looking forward to the second book in this series.

Final determination is 4.5 pieces of eye candy. Pick this book up!



Author Bio:
Joseph is a born and raised Southern Californian—with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. He loves the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and considers himself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing.

A lifelong reader of m/m fiction, he began his writing career one night sitting at his MacBook and has never looked back. He writes to bring the characters he dreams about to life.


Purchase Links:

My Website:

Amazon US: 

Amazon UK:

Amazon CA:


Connect with the Author:

Twitter (adult content): https://twitter.com/JosephLTonlet

Joe =)
Writer of M/M Erotica

http://twochicksobsessed.com/blurb-grif-believes-hell-live-his-life/

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