Checking In

Hi Everyone!

The short version of this post, for everyone who would just like to know if there is any news on Bayden’s Alpha – I’m still working on it, I am making progress, but I don’t have a release date yet.

The longer version…

Since we’re already half way through 2019, it seems like a good moment to check in.

So far, to say 2019 hasn’t gone at all as planned is an under statement.

The year started with my father’s health deteriorating rapidly. He passed away in February. He’d been battling Chronic Lymphatic Lukemia for over 25 years. He had recently been diagnosed with Merkel Cell Carcenoma, but deleloped sepsis and passed away before he could receive treatment for it.

(Sepsis can affect anyone. There’s currently a campaign to raise awareness of sepsis. Please consider visiting the Sepsis Trust Website and making yourself aware of the symptoms.)

I kept working and writing through the first quarter of this year. I wrote every day. I’m not sure how productive it will turn out to be in terms of the quality I produced during that time, but it gave a sense of normality that helped.

Then, in mid April, everything caught up with me. My own health relapsed somewhat. I had to stop working and ended up taking almost two months off.

A couple of weeks ago, I finally recovered to the point where I was able to return to writing. I’m back to working almost every day now and my head is now probably in the best place writing-wise that it has been for years.

With everything that was going on in real life, I completely flaked on promoting them so you probably haven’t heard much about them, but I did bring out three novellas in the first half of this year!

Sticks and Stones (Kinky Cupid 3) came out in February.

All the Gear (Kinky Cupid 4) came out in March.

And Virgin Territory (Hearts and Handcuffs 2) came out in May.

They were all actually written and edited last year, it’s just the release dates that happen this year.

From the start of this year, my writing project has been Bayden’s Alpha (Werewolves and Dragons 2). The sequel to Axel’s Pup. I have about 90,000 words. I’m not sure how many of those will survive re-writes and edits, but it looks like the finished book will end up even longer than Axel’s Pup (which was 180,000 words).

As I said, I’m in the best writing head space I’ve been for years, so I have high hopes at the moment. I know it’s taken me a long time to get this book to you, so I’m really hoping people will think the finished product will be worth the wait.

There’s no release date yet, and there probably won’t be one until the book is ready to go off to editing. I want to give it whatever time it needs now, so it can be the best book it can be.

I think that’s it for the first half of the year. Apart from one little titbit.

Yesterday, and celebrated 11 years since my first title was accepted by Totally Bound / Pride Publishing, way back in 2008. It’s been a wild 11 years, with over 100 titles published!

I’m hoping the next eleven years will bring even better books, and that the last six months of this year will go more to plan.

Happy July Everyone!

P.S. I’m trying to stay off social media as much as possible, so I can get more writing done. Unfortunately, this means replies will likely be slow. I’ll probably only see Twitter, Goodreads or Facebook message at the middle or the end of the month. But my emails are always open and are checked regularly.

(That said, I had a major email crash recently and some messages may have been lost despite my best efforts to retrieve them all. If you sent something to me and didn’t receive a reply, please resend! I never ignore emails intentionally!)

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Virgin Territory – Available Now!

Hi Everyone!

Virgin Territory is finally back out.

It’s a low angst MM, BDSM, Erotic Romance. There’s bondage, spanking, sarcasm, soppiness. There’s also a dom who hates small talk and a sub who isn’t sure that he’s a sub, but who is very sure that he doesn’t want to be a virgin any more.

If you’ve been with me for a while, you might remember this one from a while back. It was originally published by All Romance Ebooks back in May 2013. The rights came back to me when All Romance Ebooks suddenly closed down.

Bringing this one out means that all the books that were published by All Romance Ebooks are now officially back out! (Which just leaves the 3 books regained from Amber Quill, the 1 from Riptide and the 24 from Resplendence Publishing left to re-release!)

Virgin Territory is now part of the Hearts and Handcuffs collection. There’s one other title already in the collection – Straight to Hell – but the stories are connected solely by theme. They can each be read as a stand alone and in any order.

This new edition has been tweaked and re-edited, but it hasn’t been extended.

It’s available from Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, Smashwords and Payhip.

Review copies are available too. Just drop me an email telling me where you review and what format you prefer (mobi, epub or pdf) and I’ll see what I can do 🙂

It has a new cover by the lovely Kris Norris…

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New editing by Bronwyn Green.

And a new blurb too…

Twenty-two years old and finally out of both the gay and the kinky closets, Danny had every intention of making an impact on the local leather scene. However, his best friend drunkenly announcing to the entire club that they were both complete virgins wasn’t quite the first impression he’d been planning. It’s now been weeks since he first visited the club and, frustrated about all the assumptions the doms have made about virgins, he’s still the boy who has never even been kissed.

Returning to his favourite leather club after several weeks away for work, it doesn’t take Aaron long to hear all the gossip about the new sub in town. Quickly discovering that Danny isn’t just hot as hell, but that he also has an attitude that calls to every one of Aaron’s primal instincts, and he can’t resist setting his sights on becoming the boy’s first—in both vanilla and kinky terms.

But gossip isn’t always true, assumptions can be dangerous, and it’s possible that what he and Danny have in mind for their time together are two very different things. Can a virgin handle finally doing a scene with a serious and experienced dom? Or, maybe the real question is, can the dom handle a virgin who has no interest in conforming to expectations?

And, finally, we have an excerpt 🙂

“Fresh meat.”

Aaron Banks ignored his friend in favour of handing his money to the bartender and picking up his beer.

“Are you listening to me?” Steve demanded, from just behind Aaron’s shoulder.

“Not really.” He took a deep swig from his glass. He’d heard enough talking over the last eight weeks to last him a lifetime.

All projects had their complicated moments and, God knew, he was used to awkward customers. But, the bickering pair of barristers he’d just finished working for hadn’t just taken the biscuit, they’d run off with the bloody biscuit barrel, too.

Aaron sighed and rolled his shoulders in an effort to rid his muscles of two months’ worth of tension. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let the noise of all the guys in the bar wash over him. Conversations blurred together until they faded away completely.

The whole club was pounding to the rhythm of the music from the dance floor on the other side of the building. There were no lyrics to the song, no syllables to spoil the deep base. Combined with the scent of leather and sex filling the air, it was sheer perfection.

A few hours spent doing something that required no words at all, and Aaron knew he’d be back to his usual self.

“Does that mean you’re not interested in breaking him in?”

Of course, Steve never had been very good at shutting the hell up and letting a guy relax in peace. Aaron turned to face his friend with a resigned sigh. “What are you babbling about?”

“The new guy.”

“Any new guy in particular?” He automatically ran an assessing eye over the men around him as he tried to work out who Steve was referring to. But, in truth, he wasn’t even sure that he was in the mood to play with a new guy.

Doing anything interesting with a stranger would take way too much negotiation. Quick and dirty in the men’s room could probably be arranged with nothing more than a look, depending on the guy, but it wouldn’t be entirely satisfying. An old friend who just happened to also be a horny sub would probably give him the best of—

Steve grabbed Aaron’s arm and dragged him several paces to his left, almost spilling both their beers in the process. “I’m talking about him.” Through the press of men, Steve pointed out a young guy standing with a group on the other side of the room. “We have a virgin in our midst!”

Aaron raised an eyebrow as he took in a few more details about the boy in question. Leather jacket, tight jeans, cute arse, motorcycle boots. His hair was black and long enough to curl over his jacket’s collar. His shoulders were broad, and hinted that he wouldn’t break under a bit of rough play. Very nice.

He couldn’t have been more than twenty, and that put him at about half Aaron’s age, but his confident stance hinted that this particular boy was all grown up, in mind as well as body. Aaron’s cock began to harden behind his leather trousers.

“Glad to see I’ve finally got your attention,” Steven murmured.

Aaron swallowed another mouthful of beer, but he’d already decided that that would be the only alcohol he drank that night. A man had to keep a clear head if he wanted to lead another guy into uncharted territory.

“Hot little bugger, isn’t he?” Being ignored made no apparent difference to Steve. He kept rambling on, but Aaron was well accustomed to tuning him out when necessary.

The boy seemed to sense he was being observed. He turned and peered through the crowd, seeking out whoever was staring at him.

Their eyes met, but the bar wasn’t the type of place where strangers locked gazes romantically across a crowded room, fell in love, and went on to have half a dozen kids. It was more the kind of club where holding a man’s gaze for longer than three seconds implied an invitation to join him in the alley out the back of the premises.

The boy was tall, within an inch of Aaron’s height. Aaron registered him dipping his head to hear what the man standing next to him had to say, but the boy maintained eye contact with Aaron. Apparently, neither of them were all that interested in what their respective companions had to say. Aaron had hooked up with people who he had less in common with than that.

The boy smiled. A dimple appeared just above the stubble covering his jaw. With the tiniest lift of one dark eyebrow, he threw down the gauntlet, turned and walked away.

Aaron straightened up. Game on. Leaving his half-full beer on the bar, he strode after the boy.

“How good’s your information?” he asked Steve, over his shoulder, certain that his friend would have followed in his wake.

“First rate.” Steve broke off long enough to step around a pair of guys making out in the corridor that led from the bar room to the dance space. “His name’s Danny. His friend got drunk on their first night here and blurted out that they’d both just come out. Neither of them had ever done anything—not even with a girl. Grade-A virgins, both of them. Danny was kind of pissed with his friend, but he didn’t deny any of it was true.”

Aaron stopped on the edge of the dance space and peered into the mass of gyrating bodies. It wasn’t difficult to track Danny down. Nothing attracted a dom like a hot new sub on the scene, and news like Danny would have spread fast.

So, he just had to follow the stares of all the other doms who’d positioned themselves around the edge of the room and…

There!

Danny was right in the middle of what passed for the dance floor. It was really just a space set aside for guys inclined to make vague attempts to thrust in time to the music while they groped each other. Danny didn’t seem to be dancing with anyone in particular, but Aaron didn’t have much time to be pleased with that discovery. Within half a second, another dom was sliding his arm around Danny’s shoulders and whispering something in his ear.

Any tension that Aaron had managed to shake off since he entered the club flooded back into his muscles. He ground his teeth together, knowing he had no right to feel possessive, but unable to kill the emotion in its tracks.

Danny smiled slightly, but shook his head. The other dom backed off, nice and polite.

“There’s barely a dom in the club who hasn’t made a play for him,” Steve chirped up from Aaron’s side. “He’s shot them all down like that.” He clicked his fingers.

Interesting, but Aaron didn’t have time to listen to any more gossip. He’d be damned if he’d let another man sidle up to Danny before he’d even come within five yards of the boy. He plunged into the pit of grinding, pumping bodies, shouldering his way through when more civil nudges failed to achieve quick enough results. He stopped barely two inches from Danny’s back.

As if sensing someone behind him, Danny looked over his shoulder and came nose-to-nose with Aaron. He jerked back a fraction, bright blue eyes opening wide with shock, but he didn’t say a word. He turned to face Aaron properly and fell completely still.

In the middle of the crowd, it was impossible to hang back and retain any idea of personal space. Someone nudged Danny in the back. He shuffled closer to Aaron, but stopped just a fraction short of making contact. It was left to Aaron to shift his stance and actually bring their bodies together.

Danny gasped. The shocked little noise made Aaron smile. Maybe the gossip was right and the boy really was that innocent.

A tilt of Aaron’s head, and the stubble on their jaw lines scraped together. Each tiny movement either of them made brought their lips closer, but each time, Aaron stopped them just short of a kiss.

Unable to resist a moment longer, Aaron reached around Danny and grabbed his arse, pulling them firmly together. Danny tugged on Aaron’s belt in return, as if they could possibly get closer to each other without both of them getting undressed.

The music and the crowd surrounded them with heat and noise. Aaron’s pulse sped up to keep time with the beat as Danny rocked his hips to the music.

Aaron’s leather trousers were now far tighter across his crotch. He only wore a thin T-shirt, and he was sweltering among the press of bodies. Danny had to want to get out of his leather jacket. With a bit of luck, the rest of his clothes would disappear at the same time.

As if reading Aaron’s thoughts, Danny turned his head. He tugged at Aaron’s belt again and put his lips to Aaron’s ear. “My place.”

The words were tossed down like a challenge. Adrenaline flooded Aaron’s veins. “My bike,” he shot back.

Danny stopped rocking his hips. He didn’t even breathe. Finally, he nodded, sharply. “Okay.”

And, as easily as that, Aaron knew then that his suspicions were correct. Danny had the biker look down pat, but there were no wheels to go with the jacket and the boots. He pulled away, putting clear air between their bodies. “Now.”

Danny’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his nerves seemed to spike, but he nodded his agreement.

It had taken exactly six words for them to come to an understanding. Perfect. That was the kind of conversation Aaron could really get into.

He grabbed hold of Danny’s wrist and damn near dragged the boy out of the club. He kept them moving until they reached the row of motorbikes parked around the corner of the building but, no, he couldn’t wait until they reached anyone’s place.

Using his grip on Danny’s wrist for leverage, Aaron spun him around and pushed him up against the rough brick wall. Danny didn’t utter a single syllable. Aaron gave him the chance. Holding the boy against the wall, he made a point of hanging back and giving him time to complain that they were going too fast.

For several seconds, he stared straight into Danny’s eyes. All credit to him, he held Aaron’s gaze well. And, when Aaron finally leaned forward and brought their lips together, perfection.

There was no need for Aaron to demand access to Danny’s mouth—not when it was offered so quickly, so freely. Aaron growled his approval into the kiss.

There was no polish to Danny. His technique was clumsy enough for his inexperience to be obvious, but no man could have doubted his enthusiasm as he grabbed hold of Aaron’s T-shirt with his free hand and scrabbled to pull him even closer.

Aaron released Danny’s wrist and braced himself against the wall with his palms on the brickwork either side of Danny’s shoulders. He couldn’t start to explore the boy’s body now. If he did, he knew he wouldn’t stop, and it wouldn’t do to take anyone’s virginity in an alley.

Damn it! Aaron forced himself to step back. Danny’s grip moved to Aaron’s shoulders and tightened. He was no weakling. He even managed to snatch another kiss before Aaron laughed and pushed him away. “Patience.”

Danny slumped against the wall looking as shocked as hell, but as pleased as Punch, Judy and the Crocodile all rolled into one. It was so easy to believe that it was his first ever kiss—or at least his first from a man who knew what he was doing.

Aaron quickly extracted two helmets from the panniers on his bike. “Address?” he prompted.

Danny provided it using no more than the minimum number of words required. Pushing himself away from the wall, he accepted the helmet Aaron offered him without adding a single syllable. Either he was too nervous to make small talk, or he felt the same way as Aaron did about unnecessary chatter. Whatever the cause, it was definitely a point in his favour…

And that’s it! Have a great May Everyone!

*Hugs*

Kim Dare.

P.S. Work on Bayden’s Alpha is still ongoing. I’ll shout it from the roof tops when I have any real news on it 🙂

All the Gear (Kinky Cupid 4) is Available Now!

Hi Everyone,

Happy March and Happy Saint David’s Day!

The new edition of All the Gear is finally out!

The story was previously released in 2012 by All Romance Ebooks, under the title All the Gear, No Idea and as part of their Perfect Strangers Collection.

This version was pretty much re-written from scratch. It was also extended by over ten thousand words. I have no idea if that means it has changed enough that it should be considered a new book rather than a new edition, so I’m going on the side of caution and calling it a new edition.

This edition has a gorgeous cover by the very lovely Kris Norris and was edited by the amazing Bronwyn Green.

It’s available from Amazon, Kobo, Nook, iBooks, Smashwords and Payhip.

It’s the fourth book in the Kinky Cupid Series and makes far more sense if you’ve read the previous books in the series.

16. All the Gear

McCormack’s damned if he’ll be the next of Marcus’s friends to find himself set up by Bret, and as Valentine’s Day approaches, he’s especially wary. But, apparently, it’s not Bret’s plans for him he should be worried about.

When Mr Tomlinson asks McCormack for a favour, he finds himself going along with it, even though babysitting a novice who has all the gear, but no idea what to do with any of it, is the last thing he wants to do on Valentine’s night.

Theo is nothing like the experienced subs McCormack usually plays with, but he soon finds himself captivated by Theo’s clumsy yet earnest attempts to please him.

It really does seem like opposites attract, and everything is perfect—right up to the moment when McCormack discovers that one of his friends has a hidden agenda where Theo is concerned.

Here’s a quick excerpt:

“Damn it, McCormack! You had to pick today of all days to be late? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“No.” Bill McCormack didn’t turn around as he spoke. He’d easily recognised Bret’s voice, and someone not giving him too much attention was exactly what that boy needed. Shrugging off his coat, McCormack put it in his locker in the changing room at The Spread Eagle.

“No?” Bret echoed from just behind McCormack. He sounded so confused, as if he couldn’t quite understand anyone using that word when speaking to him.

“Whatever nonsense you’ve got planned, whatever scheme you’re running—my answer is no. I’m not getting involved,” McCormack clarified, with all the patience he could muster. On that particular evening, it was even less patience than usual.

The place was packed. But it was mostly full of people who were there for some idiotic Valentine’s Day special event the club’s owners had dreamed up. So, almost all of them would probably prove to be people who had no idea what leather was, beyond a fashion statement. Just what McCormack needed tonight.

“I’m not planning—”

“Yes, you are,” McCormack cut in, still not turning away from his locker. “It’s Valentine’s Day. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t making some poor sod’s life miserable today.”

“Happy, McCormack. None of the men I’ve set up over the last couple of years are miserable. They’re happy. You really should try happiness some time. It’s fun.”

“No,” McCormack repeated once more.

Working from muscle memory rather than anything else, McCormack checked the pockets of his leather trousers—bunch of keys in one pocket, silver chain-style collar in the other. He was just as used to carrying the latter around as the former at this point, although it was more habit than a real hope that he’d meet someone he wanted to collar these days.

Having closed his locker and checked that it was secure, McCormack finally spun around to face Bret. Folding his arms across his chest, he stared at the boy for several long seconds. It seemed like Bret was going to try to outstare him, but after a few moments, he looked away with a huff.

“I just want to ask you about a favour.”

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard what it is yet!” He blinked big blue eyes up at McCormack, as if that might help.

“Is your master here tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Then any trouble you’re in, go to him about it. You don’t need my help.”

“The favour isn’t even for me!” Bret protested. “It’s for Mr Tomlinson.”

A year after their falling out, and McCormack was still tempted to roll his eyes when he heard that name, and he still resisted the impulse. “No.”

“Damn it, McCormack. Even you can’t hold a grudge forever!”

“Not, ‘no, I won’t do a favour for the guy’. I’m saying ‘no, I don’t believe a word you’re telling me’,” McCormack clarified.

Bret’s face was a picture of shocked innocence. He held the expression for several seconds before he realised that McCormack wasn’t going to be the least bit impressed with his acting ability. “Okay, so sometimes the truth isn’t what a guy needs to hear. But this time I swear, I’m one-hundred percent honest!”

McCormack raised a pierced eyebrow at him.

“Anyway, I’m just the messenger. Mr Tomlinson sent me to tell you he wants to see you in the main bar the moment you get here. Well, he put it a lot more politely than that, but that was the gist. And he wants to see you so he can ask you for a favour.”

“I still don’t believe a word you’re saying,” McCormack bit out. But, to be safe, he made his way towards the bar, just in case this was one of the very rare times Bret was telling the truth to a dom who wasn’t his master.

He was aware of Bret stepping into his slipstream and following along in his wake, but he wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. The brat had a tendency to be in the middle of nonsense, and McCormack really wasn’t in the mood for that kind of silliness.

Nudging his way through the crowd, McCormack walked into the club’s main bar room. He had every expectation of finding everyone in the world apart from Tomlinson there. But there he was, at the bar, along with Dan, the bartender, and Steve Lewis, the other owner of the club.

All three men looked up as McCormack reached the group.

“Bret found you? That’s good. I need a favour.”

McCormack could almost feel Bret’s smug expression boring into the back of his neck.

“No problem,” Bret chirped. “I’m always happy to help, and I’m sure McCormack will be too.”

McCormack gritted his teeth, ignored Bret and kept his eyes on Tomlinson. “A favour?”

“Yes.” Tomlinson closed the file he’d been working on while perched on his usual stool at the end of the bar. Ever since he’d started dating Dan, he seemed to spend more time there than in his office. “It seems we have a slight problem with one of the new guys who turned up for the event tonight.”

That’s why you shouldn’t throw events aimed at people who don’t know what they’re doing. McCormack kept that to himself with difficulty. “What kind of a problem?”

“Apparently, he’s some kind of social media darling—the kind of person who can make or break a business with a couple of online sound bites.”

Losing the patronage of guys who were foolish enough to take the word of some vanilla guy, just because he has a lot of followers, didn’t sound like too bad an outcome to McCormack, but he dutifully kept that to himself too. “And this favour you want?”

“Worst case scenario is this boy ends up hooking up with some other new guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing, it all goes badly wrong and the club gets the blame online.” He paused for a few seconds. “You know what will happen then.”

McCormack bit back a curse. Yes, he knew. The moment that kind of rumour got out every predator who wanted to use kink as an excuse for abuse would come tumbling down on them, thinking he could get away with that kind of shit in their club.

“Best case scenario,” Tomlinson continued. “Is that he hooks up with someone who genuinely knows what he’s doing. Someone who I know can show him what leather is really about without screwing him over.”

Tomlinson’s choice of words was obviously intentional. After accusing McCormack of being someone who would screw Dan over last year, this was obviously Tomlinson’s way of trying to prove once and for all that he really did trust McCormack—with a sub, with his business’s reputation, all of it.

Babysitting a newbie wasn’t something McCormack had any interest in, but it also wasn’t a favour he could really refuse.

He was just about to resignedly agree to at least see if this boy was interested in a scene, when a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

“What exactly does Bret have to do with all this?” he asked.

“It was Bret who recognised him and pointed him out to me,” Tomlinson admitted.

“And you believed him?” McCormack managed to make the words sound vaguely polite rather than completely incredulous.

“Of course not. I looked him up.” Tomlinson indicated his phone and his laptop. “Everything checks out. Theo Rhys. Social media influencer is apparently the current label.”

“Fine,” McCormack said.

“I’ll point him out to you,” Bret offered.

“No. Tomlinson will show me a picture and I’ll find him myself,” McCormack corrected.

A couple of taps on his phone, and Tomlinson turned the screen towards McCormack.

White guy. Early twenties. Pretty. Lots of sculpted muscles. No visible tats or piercings. He might have been hard to spot in a crowd where none of those characteristics were entirely uncommon, if it weren’t for the fact the boy had dyed his hair a whole rainbow full of colours.

He was as far from McCormack’s type as anyone in the club, but a favour was a favour. McCormack bit back a sigh. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks. I reserved one of the private rooms, so it’s free if you want to use it.” He tossed the key to McCormack.

A glance told McCormack that it was his favourite private play space in the club.

It wasn’t really the best set up for carrying out this kind of mockery of a scene, but pointing that out would have seemed churlish at the best of times.

“One more thing?” Tomlinson asked, as McCormack was turning away.

McCormack turned back to face him. Politeness really wasn’t getting any easier with practice. “Yes?”

“If you do end up doing a scene with him, I’d appreciate your opinion on what kind of sub he is and how well he’d work out with someone long-term.”

McCormack shrugged. “Fine.” As additional requests went, it was odd but it could have been a lot worse.

He turned and headed out of the room, Bret once again trailing along at his heels. McCormack ignored him, even though he knew that tactic never did a lot of good with Bret.

The crowd would have been far less annoying if it wasn’t full of idiots and wannabes. The guy in the pic, Theo, had looked to be tall. But no rainbow head of hair peeked over the top of the scrum.

It was always possible that the boy had already found a hook-up for the night and was off in one of the other private rooms. No one could blame McCormack if that was the case, and he could have his evening back. No harm, no foul.

“There.” Bret tugged on McCormack’s arm and pointed across the room.

Right on the far side there was someone with a similar build to the picture of Theo. No rainbow hair though, this boy had a baseball cap on. The cap was red and black, but McCormack doubted the boy was colour coding. The chances of Theo being into either fisting or real S&M seemed remote.

Theo was tilting his head down, as if hoping his face would stay in shadow. Mr Social Media obviously didn’t want to be recognised.

Just then, something seemed to catch Theo’s attention. He looked up briefly. He had a half-mask on. It didn’t make him look kinky, just like someone who’d seen too many superhero films.

As McCormack made his way across the club, he caught glimpses of what else the boy was wearing.

White vest and blue jeans. Unobjectionable, especially when no one could be expected to own a huge amount of leather when they first arrived on the scene.

Jewellery. Most of it was just the kind of stuff that would get in the way during a scene, but a few bits looked more like they could have been variations on a collar theme. Being worn by a guy who couldn’t wear a traditional collar all the time due to his job, they would have been fine. Worn by someone who obviously didn’t have a clue, they set McCormack’s teeth on edge.

Still getting closer, McCormack saw Theo’s belt. Leather with studs—possibly the most club-suitable piece of clothing he was wearing. Unfortunately, the boy had decided it was appropriate to hang a whole host of toys off it. Handcuffs. The kind of leather cuffs that wouldn’t actually work unless he took off all his jewellery. A length of chain. A flogger. A paddle.

There was probably someone running an internet store somewhere, who was very happily counting his profits. The little fool looked like he’d bought one of everything, and probably two of whatever was on sale.

“All the gear, no idea,” McCormack muttered to himself.

He’d been so focused on Theo, he’d forgotten all about Bret tagging along with him until Bret giggled at his assessment of Theo. His humour was probably at McCormack’s expense rather than at Theo’s, but McCormack already found himself feeling more protective over the little fool he’d been saddled with than he should have.

Lifting one hand, McCormack slapped Bret on the back of his head. Not hard enough to really hurt him—nothing Marcus, Bret’s master, would object to.

“Hey!” There was no venom to Bret’s protest.

“Go and find your master. I have no interest in tripping over you the whole night.”

Bret’s hand came to rest on McCormack’s shoulder. Before he could react, Bret levered himself up onto his toes and pressed a kiss on McCormack’s cheek. He stepped back before McCormack had a chance to land another swat on him.

“For luck,” Bret said. “It’s Valentine’s Day, after all!” As quick in his retreat as he had been in his attack, Bret disappeared into the crowd.

“Cheeky little bastard,” McCormack grumbled to himself. Lifting one hand, he ran it over his scalp. There was only a few days’ worth of hair covering his head. Tiny brown strands prickled against his palm as he slid his hand down to the back of his neck.

He supposed there was nothing left to do now but to get on with it. He made his way further across the room. Theo had positioned himself in the least crowded bit of the space. He wasn’t talking to anyone, or showing any sign of wanting to interact with the club’s other customers.

McCormack was just a couple yards away when he noticed someone else was approaching Theo too. He muttered a string of swear words under his breath as he realised that it was another guy who intended to make a play for the boy. From the way he was dressed, the guy had even less idea what he was doing than Theo had. It was just the kind of situation McCormack had promised Tomlinson that he would help him to avoid.

There was no way anyone would believe that he hadn’t sabotaged Tomlinson on purpose if that happened. Speeding up, McCormack arrived at Theo’s side just after the other man. Catching hold of the guy’s shoulder, McCormack spun him around.

“Get lost.”

Even if he didn’t understand leather, the guy at least had some sort of survival instinct. He might have stood a head taller than McCormack, but he took one look at him, realised he was out of his depth, and obediently got lost.

McCormack didn’t turn to watch him go. He had more important matters to attend to.

His new charge didn’t look any less clueless up close. He blinked at McCormack as if he’d never seen a tattoo or a piercing before, and certainly not several of both decorating the same man’s skin.​

Thank you for reading! Hope you have an amazing March!

*Hugs*

Kim Dare

P.S. Work on Bayden’s Alpha is still ongoing. I’m not sure if I’m just over a third through  or just over half way through the first draft, because I’ve reached the point where I have no idea how long it will end up being. Fingers crossed it wouldn’t end up being even longer than Axel’s Pup!

Sticks and Stones (Kinky Cupid 3) Available Now!

Hi Everyone!

Sticks and Stones is now finally available! I worked on the story, off and on, for so long it feels amazing to finally get it out there into the world.

Sticks and Stones is a low-angst Male/Male, BDSM novella. There’s a grumpy dom, a switchy sub, a workplace romance, as well as cages, kilts and kinkiness.

It’s set in The Spread Eagle BDSM club, and is best read as part of the Kinky Cupid series. (And, by the way, the fourth book in the series, All the Gear, is up for pre-order now, ready for release on March 1st.)

It’s available on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, iBooks and Payhip.

It has a fantastic cover, by the lovely Kris Norris…

15. Sticks and Stones

Here’s the blurb…

​As the owner of The Spread Eagle, Mr Tomlinson has told himself that the only reason he keeps a watchful eye on his bartender, Dan, is because he doesn’t like his employees slacking off when they’re on the clock. What other interest could he have in Dan when they are both confirmed doms?

Finding out from the club’s resident brat, Bret, that Dan has switched in the past, opens up a whole new world of opportunities for Mr Tomlinson. And, discovering that Bret is trying to set Dan up with a dom who is completely unsuitable for him means that Mr Tomlinson has to act quickly.

But was everything Bret told Mr Tomlinson the truth? And, if Dan really is a switch, why has he been lying about that ever since he came to work at The Spread Eagle?

And an excerpt…

“What are you two up to this time?”

The boys jumped at the sound of Gareth Tomlinson’s voice. Bret looked innocent—nothing surprising there—he could probably be caught looming over a stabbing victim with a bloody knife in his hand and still look angelic. Ricky, on the other hand, had never acquired his friend’s skill as an actor. He looked as guilty as hell.

Any tiny doubts that Tomlinson might have harboured about whether or not The Spread Eagle’s resident brat and his side-kick were cooking up a new scheme disappeared.

Stopping just a yard away from them, Tomlinson folded his arms across his chest and glared at Bret.

“Good evening, Mr Tomlinson,” Ricky offered, politely.

Tomlinson kept all his attention on Bret. “Spit it out. What are you planning?”

Bret’s eyes opened very wide. He held his hands up in surrender. “Me?”

Tomlinson raised an eyebrow, not even slightly impressed. “It’s less than a week until Valentine’s Day, don’t bother trying to tell me you aren’t planning to make some poor sod’s life a living hell between now and then.”

Bret’s lips twitched.

Tomlinson looked heavenward and wondered what he’d done wrong in a previous life to make the brat pick his club to play in. He glanced at Ricky, who still looked guilt-ridden.

Just because Bret’s plans hadn’t got Ricky killed last year, was no reason to let him run riot again this year.

“Bret,” he warned.

Most subs tended to tremble in their highly polished boots when he used that tone with them, so did a fair number of doms. Bret just grinned.

“I may have just casually mentioned to one guy that another guy isn’t actually a dom, but a switch,” he acknowledged.

Tomlinson held back a sigh. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance the guy you told him about actually is a switch.”

“Actually, he is,” Bret said.

“Right,” Tomlinson huffed. “Of course he is.”

“No, he really is a switch, sir,” Ricky cut in. Tomlinson studied him for a few seconds. Even though the boys spent a hell of a lot of time together, there was no evidence that Ricky had picked up any of Bret’s less endearing habits. If he met someone’s eye when he spoke, he was telling the truth.

“Just who are we talking about here?” Tomlinson demanded.

“McCormack,” Bret said.

Tomlinson raised an eyebrow at him. “You told someone that McCormack is a switch? And the idiot believed you?”

Bret laughed and shook his head. “No! I dropped a hint to McCormack that Dan is a switch—and he is. If you don’t believe me, you can ask my master. They’ve known each other for years, and even if Dan hasn’t switched since he started working here, he really is into it and—”

“Dan Stephens? Dan, who works behind my bar?” Tomlinson cut in.

Bret nodded, still smiling as if the world was a bloody brilliant place.

“You found out that Dan has switched in the past, and the first thing you do is try to put a dom like McCormack on his tail?” Tomlinson expanded.

“You don’t think they’ll be good together?” Bret asked, his tone once more dripping with sweetness.

For several seconds, Tomlinson was speechless. No, he didn’t bloody well think they’d be good together. The idea of Dan subbing to a guy like McCormack was appalling.

Hell, the idea of Dan subbing to any of the doms who came to the club was nothing short of horrifying.

Tomlinson didn’t consider himself to be in the habit of coddling his staff, or feeling even vaguely protective over experienced doms. But his every instinct had prompted him to keep a discreet eye on Dan ever since the guy started working at The Spread Eagle. Now Tomlinson knew why.

A switch. He should have guessed.

His instincts regarding another man’s kinks hadn’t been over-ruled by a cocky smile and a hot arse after all. Dan did have a sub side to him—one that he might be willing to let out to play if given the right encouragement.

Tomlinson’s mind raced as he rejigged his mental map of the world to include a few possibilities that he’d thought weren’t so possible just a few minutes before. Dan was single. If he was also open to playing the sub role, then there was no reason why they couldn’t–

A whisper caught Tomlinson’s attention and scattered his thoughts. He didn’t catch what Bret said to Ricky, but he didn’t need to know details.

He stepped forward, as if he could literally put himself shield-like between Dan and the two subs. “Listen to me, both of you. I’m not having a repeat of last year’s nonsense. What’s done is done, but it’s not happening again. You’ll leave Dan alone.” He paused for a second. “And you’ll leave McCormack alone,” he added, just for form’s sake.

“But—” Bret began.

“No buts. If I have to bring your master into the matter, I will.”

Bret hesitated. He pursed his lips as if he was considering his options, but mentioning Marcus seemed to have swayed him just as easily as Tomlinson expected.

Finally, Bret nodded. “Whatever. Even if we did get McCormack interested in him, it probably wouldn’t have been that much fun anyway. Ten to one McCormack would have just disappeared into a private room with him, and we’d have never got the details out of either of them.”

Tomlinson clenched his teeth as images of what might have happened in that private room rushed to fill his mind. No.

For the first time, he looked past Bret and Ricky, to the corner they’d been peering around. His stomach lurched.

Striding past the boys, he stepped into the club’s main bar room.

Dan was behind the bar. That was right and proper, and just as things should be. But, McCormack was also there, standing alongside the bar, directly opposite Dan. Almost before he knew what he was doing, Tomlinson found himself across the room.

“Tomorrow night?” McCormack asked Dan, just as Tomlinson came within earshot.

“Dan’s not available tomorrow night,” Tomlinson cut in.

Dan looked up from the glass he was cleaning. McCormack looked over his shoulder. Both looked slightly startled by his sudden appearance, but neither appeared to feel the least bit uncomfortable. The fact that neither of them seemed to think they’d been doing anything wrong didn’t improve Tomlinson’s mood in the slightest.

McCormack hitting on a switch was wrong. Dan even thinking about playing out a scene with a dom as unsuitable for him as McCormack was wrong.

“I’m not available?” Dan asked.

“No, you’re not. You’re working.”

Dan glanced over his shoulder toward where the shift roster hung on the wall behind the bar. It was too far away for either of them to be able to read it, but Tomlinson knew damn well that Dan’s name wasn’t down for the following day.

“You said you wanted more shifts,” Tomlinson reminded him.

“I did…” Dan acknowledged.

McCormack picked his beer up off the bar. Before he walked away, he said something about arranging to meet up with Dan some other time.

Tomlinson didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look away from Dan, but if McCormack thought that he was going to find an evening when Dan wasn’t working, he was going to have a bloody long wait in store.

Dan nodded to McCormack, but quickly turned his complete attention to Tomlinson.

“Is someone ill?”

“What?”

“Mr Lewis said that he’d assigned all the shifts for the rest of the month. That I was out of luck unless someone called in sick.”

Tomlinson shook his head. “It’s not bar work.” That wouldn’t keep him away from McCormack—or from any of the other doms who would undoubtedly be sniffing around Dan if word about his interest in switching was spreading. “We’re re-doing some of the playrooms, but we need to sort out everything we’ve got in storage in the basement first. Is that a problem?”

Dan shook his head. “No problem at all. If it pays, then whatever work you’ve got is fine with me.”

Tomlinson nodded, quite happy to pay Dan out of his own pocket if necessary.

Dan remained silent. For several seconds, they just stared at each other. Finally, Tomlinson realised that Dan had to be wondering why the hell he was just standing by the bar like an idiot.

Because I just found out you’re a switch, and that I might have a chance with you, would probably be a bad answer. “Same hours as your normal shift,” he said instead.

Dan nodded. “Works for me.”

Tomlinson turned on his heel and strode out of the room. He didn’t look over his shoulder to check if Dan was watching him go, but only because he had far too much pride to risk getting caught doing that.

He was halfway across the club when he spotted McCormack at one of the stations in the biggest of the public playrooms, tying up an older sub who’d been a regular at the club for years. He was the kind of sub McCormack was perfect for—tough, experienced and completely confident in his submission.

Tomlinson paused a yard or two away from the play area. With McCormack’s focus on someone other than Dan, Tomlinson found that he was once more able to watch him work without any concern for anyone’s safety and great appreciation for McCormack’s skill as a rigger.

“Expecting a good show or predicting a problem?”

Tomlinson didn’t bother looking over his shoulder. He’d been business partners with Steve Lewis for over twenty years now. He knew his voice better than any man he’d ever played with—and his sense of timing, too.

Was McCormack going to be a problem, Tomlinson wondered? No—not if he kept his attention on guys other than Dan.

“I’m starting work on the basement tomorrow night,” Tomlinson said.

He felt Lewis staring at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. Well, sod that. He didn’t have to explain every single decision to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lewis shrug. “Whatever percs your coffee. Rather you than me.”

“I told Dan he could help me—since he’s looking for extra shifts.”

“He wouldn’t be my first choice.”

Tomlinson glanced briefly at his business partner before quickly turning his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of them. Lewis had soundedlike he was talking about moving heavy bits of kit around in dusty spaces, but that had never meant a lot with him.

Five years older than Tomlinson, and even more experienced with leather, Lewis still had the annoying ability to make Tomlinson feel like he was a newbie who’d yet to break in his first whip.

“Well, it should at least keep Dan out of trouble for a while,” Lewis allowed.

“That’s what I thought,” Tomlinson said, aiming for a bored tone of voice but not sure he managed to hit quite the right note.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lewis said, as he turned away.

“Talk about giving a man a lot of scope,” Tomlinson muttered under his breath.

Lewis chuckled as he walked off. Even if he hadn’t heard what Tomlinson had said, he’d known him long enough to know what his response to that kind of advice would be.

As he watched McCormack tie another knot in the rope binding the sub, it was easy for Tomlinson to switch the two men out of the picture and put himself and Dan in their place.

An evening spent in a cluttered basement wouldn’t be the same as an evening spent at a play station, but it was hard to ignore the fact that there were a hell of a lot of bits of bondage equipment in storage down there. It probably wouldn’t be hard to find something he could use to tie up Dan, if the need arose.​

Thank you for reading!

Hope everyone will have an amazing February!

*Hugs*

Kim Dare

P.S. I’m still ticking along with Bayden’s Alpha. If it was going to come out the predicted length (120k) I would be over half way through the first draft at this point.

However, I’m nowhere near half way through the plot, so it looks like it’s going to run quite a bit longer than intended.

Unless I cut a hell of a lot during edits, it will probably end up being the same length as Axel’s Pup (180K) or even longer.

Happy New Year + Now Available to Pre-Order :)

Happy New Year Everyone!

2018 was the year where I finally managed to put bits of my brain back together well enough to resume writing regularly! So I feel like I’m starting 2019 in a much better position than where I started 2019.

I worked every single day for the last eight months of 2018 (after only managing 8 days in the first four months). I didn’t do a huge amount every day, but I did work consistently. In 2019, I’m hoping to maintain that, and to build on it.

2018 also saw the closure of Resplendence Publishing. I regained the rights to 24 of my titles at the end of the year. They will all eventually be release as indi titles, but it will take quite a bit of time to make that happen, so your patience is appreciated there.

Okay, the publication schedule for 2019…

The last two books in the Kinky Cupid series are not only firmly fixed in the schedule, they’re also now up for pre-order now on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords! (iBooks pre-order coming soon.)

They are both best read in sequence as part of the Kinky Cupid series (the previous titles being Once a Brat and Base Over Apex).

1st February – Sticks and Stones (Kinky Cupid 3)

15. Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones is an entirely new story featuring Dan, who appeared briefly in previous titles, and Mr Tomlinson, one of the owners of The Spread Eagle.

Here’s the blurb:

As the owner of The Spread Eagle, Mr Tomlinson has told himself that the only reason he keeps a watchful eye on his bartender, Dan, is because he doesn’t like his employees slacking off when they’re on the clock. What other interest could he have in Dan when they are both confirmed doms?

Finding out from the club’s resident brat, Bret, that Dan has switched in the past, opens up a whole new world of opportunities for Mr Tomlinson. And, discovering that Bret is trying to set Dan up with a dom who is completely unsuitable for him means that Mr Tomlinson has to act quickly.

But was everything Bret told Mr Tomlinson the truth? And, if Dan really is a switch, why has he been lying about that ever since he came to work at The Spread Eagle?

Pre-order links, excerpt and further details on my website here.

1st March – All the Gear (Kinky Cupid 4)

16. All the Gear

All the Gear is sort of a re-release and sort of not one. When I tried to update the story (originally titled All the Gear, No Idea), I found I would be better off re-writing it from almost scratch.

A few thousand words of the old version made it into the new version, everything else was built from a blank screen. The plot is similar, but has been expanded. McCormack’s character hasn’t changed, but Theo grew quite a bit. This version is also over 10,000 words longer (30k rather than 18k).

So, it’s kind of the same story, and kind of not.

Here’s the new blurb:

McCormack’s damned if he’ll be the next of Marcus’s friends to find himself set up by Bret, and as Valentine’s Day approaches, he’s especially wary. But, apparently, it’s not Bret’s plans for him he should be worried about.

When Mr Tomlinson asks McCormack for a favour, he finds himself going along with it, even though babysitting a novice who has all the gear, but no idea what to do with any of it, is the last thing he wants to do on Valentine’s night.

Theo is nothing like the experienced subs McCormack usually plays with, but he soon finds himself captivated by Theo’s clumsy yet earnest attempts to please him.

It really does seem like opposites attract, and everything is perfect—right up to the moment when McCormack discovers that one of his friends has a hidden agenda where Theo is concerned.

Pre-order links, excerpt and further details on my website here.

March should also see the paperback version of the Kinky Cupid series released, with all four titles in the series combined in one book.

The third ebook title of 2019 is Virgin Territory. It’s scheduled for release on 1st May, and will probably go up for pre-order in February.

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Virgin Territory is a re-release.

(It’s also the last title I need to re-release from those that were originally published by All Romance Ebooks before they imploded. Yay! Now I only need to finish doing the re-releases of titles I regained from Amber Quill, Resplendence Publishing and Riptide Publishing, lol!)

This one was tweaked and re-edited, but it wasn’t substantially extended from the original version. You can find the blurb and further info here.

In the second half of the year, I’m hoping to have another two or three titles go on sale.

One of those will be Bayden’s Alpha – the second book in the Werewolves & Dragons series after Axel’s Pup.

I’m in the process of writing this book at the moment. The original plan was for it to be about 120k, but it looks likely to end up being closer to 180k (the same length as Axel’s Pup).

I’m tentatively hoping for it to come out October 2019, but I can’t make any promises just yet.

The final one or two books for 2019 are still undecided. Maybe a new version of Mistletoe and Submission. Maybe a compilation of short stories. Maybe something else. I’ll decide once Bayden’s Alpha is finished 🙂

And that’s it!

Happy 2019 – I hope it will be a wonderful year for us all!

*Hugs*

Kim Dare

10 Years Ago Today…

10 years ago today, my first title was published!

I’ve actually been published for a decade!

It’s incredible to think about how long it’s been, and how quickly it’s gone!

On the 8th of December 2008 my first e-book – The Gift – was released into the world by Total-e-Bound Publishing (who later became Totally Bound Publishing, and split their MM titles off into Pride Publishing).

The book was MM, BDSM, with some paranormal elements and lots of soppiness. (So, if I do have a brand, I think it’s fair to say that it existed right from that first title, lol.)

 

1. The Gift

If Charles prefers leather to tinsel, that’s okay. Nicky is still sure he can teach his master to love Christmas – with the aid of a perfect gift.

Just because Charles doesn’t see any point in making a fuss about Christmas, that doesn’t mean he can’t tolerate Nicky’s passion for tinsel and holly. He’s never forbidden his pet from enjoying any of his Christmas traditions and he thinks that’s enough.

Nicky has one ambition – to give his master a perfect Christmas. He’s willing to do anything to make that happen – even if it means taking risks and asking his master for special privileges – even if it means inviting a third man into their bed.

The Spirit of Christmas Past isn’t used to visiting Christmases that involve quite so much nudity, passion or kinky sex. Leading a dominant man like Charles through the Christmases isn’t easy – and keeping his eyes off the frequently naked Nicky is impossible. Still, all the spirit can do is enjoy the show – because his job is to bring lovers together and fade away inconspicuously. That’s the plan. However, if someone suddenly wants to thank him, who is he to say no?

 

It’s strange re-reading a book that you wrote so long ago. I know it’s far from perfect. If I was writing it now, I think I could do a better job. But, if my writing were no better now than it was then, it would mean that I’ve wasted a decade! And, if I’m honest, there’s one bit where I cry every time I re-read the story – so I’m going to hope that means I did something right in that bit of the story 🙂

It’s been a wild ten years, with over 100 titles published, from short stories to full length novels. There were years where I wrote at least two novellas a month, and years where I was too ill to write much at all.

Publishers have come and gone, as have distributors, formats, review sites and so many other things. The way many people see e-books has changed, so has the way people see BDSM and same-sex relationships.

But at the same time I think the important things have stayed the same. I still love writing the kind of books I write and believe that they are worth writing. I still love my characters and want to help them find their happy endings. I still love the readers and the writers who make up this little bit of the book-ish community. And I’m still incredibly grateful that I get to spend my time and make my living writing these books.

Huge hugs and thanks to everyone who has been with me along the way!

*Hugs Everyone*

Kim Dare

P.S. There wasn’t a blog post / newsletter at the start of this month because I haven’t really got a whole lot to report this month.

That’s one of the problems when you start writing a long novel. Months can go by with the only update being – yep, still working on the novel, lol.

But, for those who have asked – yes, I’m now deep into working on Bayden’s Alpha and it’s tentatively going okay so far 🙂

Resplendence Publishing Closing

Hi Everyone,

Just in case anyone missed my previous post about this…

Resplendence Publishing has recently announced they will be closing at the end of November 2018.

Please make sure you have backed up all titles purchased through their website before the end of November. While, as I understand it, you should still be able to access any titles you purchased through other vendors, I’d advise backing them up just in case.

I’ve listed all of my titles which will be affected below, to make it as easy as possible for you to check if you have them backed up. There are 39 altogether (including titles I’ve already regained the rights to / released new editions of).

New editions of all of the soon to be out-of-print titles will be released independently as quickly as possible, but it will take some time. Your patience is appreciated.

Avian Shifters

Duck! (1st edition)
Magpie (1st edition)

Stand Alone Titles

With a Kiss (1st edition)

Thrown to the Lions Series

Ryland’s Sacrifice
Marrick’s Promise
Ellery’s Duty
Cameron’s Pride

Sex Sells Series

Sealing the Deal
Waking Up Naked
Learning the Ropes
Turning the Tables

Rawlings Men Series

Handcuffs and Leather
Handcuffs and Glory Holes
Handcuffs and Headlocks
Handcuffs and Trouble
Handcuffs and Spreader Bars
Handcuffs and Ball Gags
Handcuffs and Megabytes
Handcuffs and Pretty Things

Sun, Sea and Submission Series

Packing Leather
Obedient Slave
Naked Truth
Vanilla Licks
Masochist’s Choice
Seeking Something

The Whole A-Z Collection

Facing Fitz
Indulging Ivan
Melting Mr. Mowburrey
Admiring Anna
Obeying Olivia
Warning Wendy

Resplendence Gems

Not One Word
On This Day
Touching Wood
Squeaky Clean
Home Sweet Home
In the Blink of an Eye
Hard at Work
Camping It Up

Sorry again for any inconvenience this is causing.

*Hugs*

Kim Dare.