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Wanton

AUTHOR: Lynn Michaels

PUBLISHER: Rubicon Fiction

COVER ARTIST: Jay Aheer

LENGTH: 190 Pages

RELEASE DATE: April 15, 2016

BLURB: Corey has graduated from college and is trying to find his way, but when his Dom/boyfriend, Jack, demands that he move in with him, Corey loses himself in emotion, fighting Jack every step of the way.

Jack is a rich owner of a real estate investment firm and he’s determined keep his submissive/boyfriend in line, even though Corey refuses to use his safe words.

Will their play become all consuming, or will they learn to trust each other enough to find love?

 

Excerpt

Corey sat down quietly at the dining room table, tucking one foot underneath him and waited until Jack brought him a mug of coffee.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, setting the mug in front of Corey.

“Me too.” Corey took a sip of coffee, black with just a little sugar, perfect.

“I won’t get all in your job hunt, if you just don’t go work for Apex, okay. Settled?” Jack stood beside him and ran fingers through Corey’s hair.

“Yes.”

“I just want one thing in return.”

Corey’s heart started pumping. When Jack wanted something from him, it was either going to be incredibly sexy or start another argument. “What?” He held his breath.

“I want to introduce you to my club. Properly.”

“What’s that mean?”

The sexy smirk on Jack’s face told him more than he wanted to know. This time, Jack’s desires would be both incredibly sexy and start an argument. Corey put his coffee on the table and clasped his hands in his lap.

“It means I want to show you off. Present you.”

“To your BDSM group?”

“Yeah?”

“How exactly?”

Jack leaned back against the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the dining room. “You’ll wear something fetish. Leather, probably. And you’ll be in submissive role. I’ll set you up in the center of the room. Maybe spank you a little. That’s all. A little show so everyone will know what I have.”

“Like a possession.” Corey made it a statement, rather than a question. He understood exactly what Jack was saying.

“Yes, but only for the party. You know I think much more of you than that,” he pleaded, hopefully.

“You really want this?” He didn’t understand it, but he didn’t understand why he needed the pain either.

“Do you?” Jack asked, as if it mattered. Maybe it did.

Corey thought about it and realized his cock had gotten harder and harder the more Jack talked about it. The thought of others watching him, half naked, playing with Jack as Jack’s sub, made his blood tingle. The submissive in him did want to please his Dom. Instead of answering, Corey pushed his chair back a little and flipped the front of his boxers down. His hard cock stood right at attention for Jack to see.

“How rude at the breakfast table Corey.” For a moment, he sounded totally serious. Then, Corey watched as Jack licked his lips, his eyes going dark, and he knew Jack was ready to play.

Corey teased, “How about you have my sausage for breakfast, Jack?”

“Bold, Corey.”

Jack’s cock was tenting out the front of his athletic shorts. Corey was getting to him, and the thought had him giddy enough to start squirming in his seat. Before Corey had a chance to think of anything else to say, Jack tossed his leg over Corey’s thighs, straddling him in the chair. He rolled his hips, rubbing his dick into Corey’ groin.

“I want you to fuck me right here, Jack, right now,” he panted.

“That can be accommodated.” Jack stood up and moved Corey’s coffee mug off of the table. Then he pulled Corey up and with a quick twist, he shoved Corey against the table, pushing his chest against the flat surface. “Grab the edges of the table.”

Corey did as he was told. Even without the signal, he knew Jack had slipped into his Dom role, and at the moment, Corey was happy to slide into his own submissive persona.

Jack jerked Corey’s hips back away from the table, and pulled his boxers down, then kicked Corey’s legs apart leaving the boxers wrapped around one ankle. He ran his fingers down Corey’s spine, making him squirm with goose bumps. “Damn, you look good like this. How bad is your bottom, Corey? Tell me the truth.”

“Do you want to spank me?”

Jack barked at him with his full on Dom-voice, “Answer my question, Corey.” When Jack used that tone, Corey felt compelled to obey and that sent delicious tingles through his belly.

“It’s not too bad, as long as you don’t use anything studded.”

“Mmm.” Corey listened as Jack went down the hallway. He couldn’t see from where he was stretched out across the table, but he didn’t dare move. He tried to keep still, but he couldn’t. His body thrummed with anticipation and his leg shook uncontrollably. He had to move something to ease the tension.

A few minutes later, Jack returned. He put his hand on Corey’s lower back then rubbed along his bottom. He dropped something on the breakfast bar, but Corey couldn’t see what it was. Wondering what Jack was going to use sent a shiver down his spine.

“There’s a little bit of bruising, Corey.” Jack sounded concerned.

“I don’t care.” He loved the lingering ache and wanted more.

“Fine. I’ll avoid those spots.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Be still, Corey. You don’t know– Hell, you’d probably end up killing yourself. You have to be able to say no, baby.”

Corey didn’t answer. He wanted fucked, not an argument. He’d damn well say no when he damn well meant it, but right now was not the time.

“Fine,” Jack huffed. “You’ve been very disrespectful at this table, Corey.” Jack’s words were gruff, but that only made Corey smile wider.

“Yes, sir.”

The first smack made Corey jump. It was hard, but didn’t sting too bad. It felt like just a flat paddle. The second smack hit his opposite cheek, then back to the first. Corey settled in and his body stilled.

AuthorInterview

What inspired you to start writing?

How long have you been writing?

One and Two go together – I started writing when I was a kid and no matter what else happened in my life – it was the one thing that was  there through it all – somewhere along the way, I figured that out.

What comes first, the plot or characters?

Most of  the time characters come first but are very quickly followed by the plot. That said, they tend to change that plot as things move along. What they say or do has to be true to who they are and that will change things. When I try to force them to follow my prescribed plot, it often turns bad fast.

Are you working on anything at the present you would like to tell us about?

I’m currently drafting Holeshot 2. The first book was so much fun to write and this one is proving fun as well. I’ve really gotten into Supercross racing since the first book. I love it and I think it shows in the books. Davey and Tyler from the first book have cameos in the second book and it’s been fun seeing them through other people’s eyes. This second one is about their friend and fellow racer, Tate. He has a strong personality and I’m really enjoying it. I hope my readers will love it too.

What is your work schedule like when you are writing?

I like this question because it been a major change in my life. I used to write whenever and it was easy to put off and mostly only ended up being a few hours on the weekends. However, this past year or so, I’ve gotten serious. I saw a blog by an author I admire who puts out a lot of books and he said you have to have dedicated writing time every day and he had to start getting up early to write. While I’ve NEVER been a morning person, I knew he was right and my writing was worth the sacrifice. I get up two hours early every day Monday – Friday (most of the time anyway) to write. Sometimes I do research or plot things out or character sketches or promotional stuff instead, but it’s all focused around this writing thing. I’m more serious about it and I really feel my writing has improved and I’ve been more productive because of it.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a rock star. So sad that I can’t sing. I like to write about music now instead. There might be rock stars in future books. Who knows.

 

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AuthorBioLynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. Lynn is the newest addition to Rubicon Fiction, and she loves reading and writing about hot men in love.  She writes paranormal and contemporary MM Romance

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Giveaway

The author is giving away an e-copy of the book to one lucky commenter

 

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2 Comments

  1. jodi marinich says

    cant wait to read this one…congrats

  2. Serena S. says

    Congrats on the new release! And thanks for the excerpt, it sounds like a good read.

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