So, I don't have any stories that actually feature school as a theme - no teachers in any of mine, no college kids, nothing like that.
However - wait for it - I do have a story that features a Dom having to relearn and reinvent his ideas about BDSM. Which is technically kinda the same thing. Okay, it's not really but just go with me here b/c I'm the King of Blog Hops and Allison Cassatta is hosting this one and she's made of awesome, so I had to join the hop. Besides, I promise once you see the sexy cover and read the excerpt, you won't give a hoot what the hop is about. :-)
My prize for the hop is, of course, a free pdf copy of "Relearning the Ropes." To enter to win a copy, just leave a comment below with your e-mail address. Simple!
(See? I told you the cover was sexy!)
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.
Marcus rolled over to stare at the clock. 3:25 AM. A month ago, at precisely that moment, his phone had rung. He’d answered it, expecting it to be the only person who ever called him that late, his friend Ju- lius, but instead it was Julius’s lawyer. The man apologized for waking Marcus, but Julius was dead—condolences, of course—and Julius left the care of his sub, Charlie, to Marcus, and could Marcus please go over to Julius’s house and fetch Charlie?
At 3:45 that morning Marcus went and picked Charlie up, and, for the past month, Charlie slept in the spare bedroom across the hall. Marcus hadn’t slept since. Not that he didn’t like or want Charlie. He did, on both counts. Loved Charlie, was quite in love with Charlie. But if Marcus had wanted a live-in sub—which he hadn’t; his life was far too busy and complicated, and he was entirely too set in his ways—he wouldn’t have chosen one like Charlie. Charlie was a complex little creature: delicate and high-maintenance. He took everything Marcus knew about how to treat a sub and turned it upside down.
Marcus groaned and flipped over onto his other side, putting the mocking glare of the clock’s bright red numbers behind him. Aside from Charlie, Marcus had never dominated a man he’d loved. He had no clue how to reconcile the two. Charlie needed clear boundaries, a clear definition of their relationship, but how was he supposed to define their relationship to Charlie if he couldn’t define it to himself? He tried to treat Charlie like any other sub, but the fact of the matter was Charlie wasn’t just any other sub. Sold into sexual slavery at fifteen, Charlie had been dragged all across the country before he’d landed in Julius’s hands.
Marcus was all business when he served as a Dom at Anton’s BDSM playhouse, clinical, almost. For most of the men he played with, that was enough—the domination, the control. But Charlie, Charlie needed more. The only question, was could he give it? He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force himself back to sleep.
****PLEASE BE AWARE: I write GLBTQ romance. GLBTQ stands for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer. This means my works feature same sex relationships AND same sex sexual acts. If winning that kind of a book isn't your cup of tea, kindly pass on to the next blog in the hop and leave the spot open for someone else. Thank you.****