Series: Collars & Cuffs Book #: 6
Pages or Words: 290 pages (print book). 100,000 words (approximately)
Categories: BDSM, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M /M Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Cover by Paul Richmond, Picture by Terry Cyr
Release Date: June 22, 2015
Anyone who frequents Collars & Cuffs knows Dorian Forrester is built for pain, including Dorian himself. But everyone has it wrong. For six years, Dorian’s chased a feeling that remains tantalizingly out of his reach. Unteachable, Dorian can take anything and everything a Dom can throw at him. Still, it’s not enough. Dorian needs… something more. Something he won’t find at Collars & Cuffs.
Dorian’s search takes him out of the safe environment he’s known for years, out of his depth, and into a realm of deep, dark trouble.
Alan Marchant has been watching Dorian with interest for a while and knows there’s more to Dorian than his label of “pain slut” suggests. When Dorian disappears, Alan and his friend Leo set out to find him. But the disoriented young man discovered cowering in a hotel room is not the Dorian they know and love. That Dorian is shattered. It’s up to Alan to pick up the pieces and show Dorian there are better ways to fly.
They may be off on a new journey together, but their destination will rock them both to the core.
Dorian gazed at him thoughtfully. “Remember what I said about wanting to push my boundaries?”
Pietro stared at him, eyes wide. “You’ve thought of something, haven’t you?”
Dorian regarded him for a moment and then nodded. “You remember I went to London in October? Well, I was there for a reason—Fetish Week.”
Pietro smirked. “Well, that’s appropriate, I suppose. I’ve never been. Was it any good?”
He shrugged. “It was all right. Okay, so there were some events that were more extreme than we have here, but mostly I saw the same kind of kink. And then I found something.” He gave Pietro a speculative glance. “What do you know about the BDSM clubs in Berlin?”
Pietro frowned. “Absolutely nothing. Why?”
Dorian leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor, recalling what he’d read. “It seems they’re more hard-core than over here.” He snorted. “Than anywhere, if it comes to that. Anyway, I saw a poster advertising one of the clubs, Lab.Oratory, or the Lab for short, and I was thinking of going there.” When Pietro said nothing, Dorian looked up. His fellow submissive was staring at him. “What?”
“Why would you want to do that?” Pietro asked in a low voice.
He swallowed. How the hell do I explain this? And in that moment he realized this was a bad idea. He couldn’t explain it, nor did he want to. Pietro wouldn’t understand. Why would he? He had a master who adored him. Dorian had only to look at them together to see that. In their scenes, they were a good fit—no, they were an amazing fit. Pietro wouldn’t have a clue what Dorian was going through. No one did. Not even Thomas, though it had shocked Dorian to know that his lack of scenes had been noticed. He’d been grateful that Thomas hadn’t asked about his scenes with Andrew Barrett, because that was one place Dorian didn’t want to go.
Fuck. Why can’t I forget those bloody scenes? Two fucking months since Master Andrew had agreed to do that second scene with him, and still he couldn’t get it out of his mind. And it wasn’t Andrew that was the problem. What plagued Dorian was the way he’d responded to something as simple as Shibari. Then again, maybe “plagued” wasn’t quite accurate.
It had scared the hell out of him. Not the scene, but its implications. It had forced him to take a long look at himself, his goals and everything he’d believed until that moment. And the fact that he might have got it all wrong scared the shit out of him.
About the author and where to find her:
Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….
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