Backlist Blast: His

hisHere’s some hot BDSM to start your week, courtesy of my Xcite novella, His. Sean is a novice who dreams of submitting. Dante is the owner of a men-only club where masters and slaves can interact. When they meet, Dante sees Sean’s potential, and invites him to view a room he only shows to a select few:

A single overhead light cast a soft red glow over the room. Arranged on the walls were racks of whips, canes and other instruments I couldn’t put a name to. A large wooden X-shaped cross stood in the far corner. Even though I was fairly sure I knew what I was looking at, I still asked, ‘What is this place?’

‘Some might call it a dungeon,’ Dante replied. ‘I prefer the term playroom.’ He wandered into the centre of the room, pausing by a high stool with a padded leather top. ‘This is where I enjoy my private time.’

I didn’t know how to react. I was aware people had these secret dungeons, and I’d heard about the type of games they played, but I’d never thought I’d actually find myself in one. Until tonight, dominance, submission and corporal punishment had just been stories I’d seen in magazines. Stories that had got me so excited I’d had to stroke my cock as I read about some young stud bending to the whim of his stern, arrogant master, but ones rooted purely in fantasy – or so I’d thought.

Now my mind was racing, trying the term “master” for size as I looked at Dante.
He took one of the implements down from the wall. Made of worn leather, it was about two feet long, and split into two halfway along its length.

I shook my head. This time, when the words came to my lips, I didn’t try to hold them back. ‘No, sir.’

‘It’s a tawse. They used them in Scottish schools, in the days when it was still legal to dish out corporal punishment to children.’ The way he spoke made it clear he thought it was a good thing that no longer happened. ‘A couple of strokes of this across the palm of your hand, or the seat of your trousers, and you were very unlikely to misbehave again. More than that, this is a genuine Lochgelly tawse, among the finest of its type in the world. It was acquired for me from a retired schoolmaster in Dundee. I think it’s seen as much action in the three years I’ve had it as it saw in its entire time with him …’

Dante stroked the tawse reverently, then put it back in its place. He came to stand close to me. Without thinking, I bowed my head, afraid of what I might see if I met his gaze.

‘It’s maybe a little harsh for a beginner like you, Sean, much as I’d love to see it raising welts on that tight arse of yours. We’ll start you off with something a little gentler, I think.’

‘Start me off?’ My cock twitched in my underwear.

So begins Sean’s journey into submission, which you can follow in His, available from Xcite and Amazon.

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Amazing Review For His

There are things almost every writer dreams of – a place on the New York Times best-seller list, royalty cheques the size of JK Rowling’s… But everyone who writes hopes that, one day, one of their works will really strike a chord with readers and reviewers. It makes all the hard work worth while to know you’ve written something someone, somewhere identifies with. That’s the case with this amazing review I’ve received of His at The Romance Reviews, one of the top sites for GBLT fiction. Reviewer DH Starr calls it ‘a brilliantly erotic and evocative story of Dom and sub’ and says it ‘has transcended from an enjoyable read to a read I will carry with me’. I’m not one of the world’s greatest braggers – in fact, my own trumpet’s gone rusty from the lack of being blown – but praise like this really makes me feel I’m doing something right.

Read the full review here – and thanks so much, DH!

Sunday Quickie

Time for a bit of hot man-on-man action this Sunday, I think. Let me take you between the covers of His. Sean Bradley just can’t seem to find the right man, until he accepts an invitation to visit Dante’s, the most exclusive gay club in town. It’s a place where the punters are entertained by mixed martial arts fighters getting down and dirty, and Sean’s never seen anything quite like it – or its enigmatic owner, Dante Capello. Dante recognises a need in Sean – a need that’s awakened when he follows Dante down to the basement of the club and through a black-painted door:

A single overhead cast a soft red glow over the room. Arranged on the walls were racks of whips, canes and other instruments I couldn’t put a name to. A large wooden X-shaped cross stood in the far corner. Even though I was fairly sure I knew what I was looking at, I still asked,’What is this place?’

‘Some might call it a dungeon,’ Dante replied. ‘I prefer the term playroom.’ He wandered into the centre of the room, pausing by a high stool with a padded leather top. ‘This is where I enjoy my private time.’

I didn’t know how to react. I was aware people had these secret dungeons, and I’d heard about the type of games they played, but I’d never thought I’d actually find myself in one. Until tonight, dominance, submission and corporal punishment had just been stories I‟d seen in magazines. Stories that had got me so excited I’d had to stroke my cock as I read about some young stud bending to the whim of his stern, arrogant master, but ones rooted purely in fantasy – or so I’d thought.

Now my mind was racing, trying the term ‘master’ for size as I looked at Dante.

Has Sean found his dream master, or will Dante’s reluctance to take on a long-term slave get in the way? The answers – along with plenty of BDSM action – can be found in His, available in e-book form from Xcite Books.

Look out for another saucy snippet next Sunday!