For me, growing up, going back to school was always bittersweet. Sure, I'd get bullied at school (the bitter LOL) but at least I'd be out of the house for a while - the sweet!
Once I had kids, I started to appreciate back to school for different reasons - Quiet. Calm. Time to myself. But also it meant school functions, football games, and baseball games. Of course, it also meant fights over homework. :-)
For my prize today, I'm offering a free PDF copy of my m/m, BDSM story, "Relearning the Ropes." It kinda fits with the theme, in that one of the main characters, Marcus, has to go back to basics and relearn a few things in order to be with his new sub, Charlie.
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Here's the blurb:
When his good friend Julius dies unexpectedly, Marcus finds himself saddled with a new submissive—Charlie. But Charlie comes with a history, and more pain and need than Marcus has ever encountered. Marcus knows he loves Charlie, and Charlie loves him, but Marcus must set aside his old theories about BDSM and relearn the ropes if he wants to be the Dom—and the lover—they both need.
And an excerpt:
"Is there a problem with your eggs?" Marcus asked. He'd followed Julius's recipe exactly, right down to the Roma tomatoes and fresh parsley. Since Julius's death, Marcus had tried hard to keep life normal for Charlie—to show him that nothing had changed. God knew Charlie had been abandoned—physically and emotionally—too much in his life. The fact that Marcus and Julius were polar opposites when it came to how they treated their subs had been jarring enough.
Marcus had painstakingly cataloged the contents of Julius's food cupboard and stocked his own with the same items, going across town for some things. He had even gone so far as to bring some of Julius's art pieces to his house so Charlie would have something familiar to look at, though he had to admit, he hated the brightly colored, chaotic abstract pieces. Although more than a few other Doms had warned Marcus that keeping things status quo was the wrong tactic.
"No." Charlie shook his head quickly. "They're perfect. Thank you for cooking them."
Marcus nodded. Cooking. Another thing he'd had to learn. They'd realized quickly that, unlike Marcus, Charlie's temperamental stomach simply couldn't handle eating out for every meal. If Marcus didn't want Charlie to starve, one of them needed to cook, and Charlie was far too timid and scatterbrained in the kitchen.
"May I speak to you man-to-man, not sub to Dom for a minute, please?" Charlie asked.
Man-to-man. A phrase Charlie had picked up from Julius. "You may."