Greetings and happy Thursday! Ready for some hot BDSM delivered by none other than M.A.Church? Then come on in and discover her latest release Wrapped in Leather.
A riding crop and a blindfold doesn't make it BDSM. There is a big
difference between being kinky and being in the scene. It's not a sexual thing
to me, it's a very spiritual thing.
~ DominaBlue
~ DominaBlue
Hey everyone! I’m
M.A. Church and I’m here to talk about my latest release, Wrapped in Leather. It’s the first in the Wrapped Up series and
focuses on BDSM. BDSM is an acronym of B&D (Bondage & Discipline),
D&S (Dominance & Submission), and S&M (sadomasochism). BDSM refers
to any or all of these things, and a lot of stuff besides.
There are as many
ways to practice BDSM as there are people, and Jase, the Dom, talks about this
in the story. Tying up your lover is BDSM; so is flogging that person, or bossing
that person around… or any of a thousand other things. BDSM is highly erotic—though not always—and can involve sex or sexual tension, the action highly
psychologically charged. BDSM is not necessarily hardcore sadomasochism; it can
be remarkably subtle, sensual, and soft. Pinning your partner to the bed and
running silk or ice cubes or rabbit fur over your lover's body qualifies as
BDSM—specifically, of a variety
called sensation play.
Mutual consent
makes a clear legal and ethical distinction between BDSM and such crimes as
sexual assault or domestic violence.
~Photo courtesy of Gregory Anton http://rav-photography.com/
Many thanks to the model, Ben. :-)
Release date: January 3rd
Cover Artist: Paul
Richmond
To celebrate his decision to take the next step with his
boyfriend Ian, Toshi Baylor plans a romantic evening at their favorite steak
house. Toshi starts the special weekend with a bang by surprising Ian at home
with lunch. There’s a bang all right, but it’s between Ian and another
guy.
Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.
Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.
Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.
Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.
Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.
Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.
About M.A.:
M.A. Church lives
in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education
sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two
children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching
professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most
beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books
at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her
attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at
the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and
she had more time, she would write a book.
By sheer chance
she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new
world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not
writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream
romance novels.
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How about a juicy Excerpt?
An hour later, head spinning and
body weak, Toshi gasped for air. Little aftershocks of pleasure shot through
him, his body tightening spasmodically until Ian’s dick softened and slipped
out. They collapsed on the den floor.
“Damn,” Ian mumbled finally as they
lay there, still breathing hard. “Now, that’s
what I call dessert. You’re a good fuck, Toshi.”
Toshi rested his head on his arm and
rolled his eyes, the warm fuzzy afterglow fading abruptly. There were times he
truly wished Ian would just keep his mouth shut. “Now that’s romantic.”
“What can I say?” Ian slapped Toshi
on the ass. “I’m not one for sappy words.”
Toshi sighed, thoroughly disgusted.
“You don’t have to be a poet, but jeez, can’t you come up with something better
than I’m a good fuck?”
Ian braced himself on an elbow and
looked down at Toshi, a lopsided grin on his face. “You’re a really good fuck?”
“Be still my heart.” Toshi shook his
head. I give up. This wasn’t the
first time he’d mentioned this. Ian just didn’t get it. Actually, Ian didn’t
get a lot of things lately. “I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”
“Can’t. I need to head home. I’ve
got an early day tomorrow. Rain check?” Ian rolled to his feet. He removed the
condom and dumped it in the nearest trash can. “Speaking of which, I’m going to
have to cancel our date tomorrow night. I have to work late.”
“Are you kidding me? Again?” Toshi
huffed out a breath and stood. He grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped
it around his slim hips. The earlier warmth from their lovemaking had
retreated. This was happening all too often. That damn loan company Ian worked
for must really be growing. All Ian did was work, and frankly, he was getting
annoyed. “Dammit, Ian—”
“Hey, babe, I know, okay? But what
can I say? They’d be lost without me.” Ian quickly dressed and kissed Toshi on
the lips. He grabbed his keys off the coffee table. “Call you later.”
With those parting words, he was
gone. Stifling another deep sigh, Toshi locked the front door and walked to the
bathroom, then threw the blanket in the hamper. Rattled, he started the shower.
It was a shame his own boyfriend had the ability to make him feel like what he
said… a fuck. After he tested the water, he stepped inside the stall. The sex
was good, but that’s all it felt like—sex. There was something
missing—something had been missing for a while.
Toshi soaped the loofah and washed
his hairless chest and stomach. He was beginning to feel more like a fuck buddy
than a boyfriend. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off.
Dammit, he wanted more. He wanted a relationship. He wanted a partner who would share his life but who also took control
in the bedroom. The last part was a problem for Ian. Ian was trying, but he
just wasn’t quite what Toshi dreamed about. Oh, Ian was all for spanking his
ass. He’d even tied his hands to the headboard with a pair of cuffs Toshi had
bought off the Internet, but Ian was just… playing. That was the best way to
sum it up.
Then there was Toshi’s fondness for
anything leather, which had earned him a few strange looks from Ian. He’d tried
to explain his need, but Ian didn’t get that, either. Leather was nothing more
than another material to Ian, but to Toshi, it was so much more. Ian wasn’t
serious about the more kinky things Toshi wanted to try. He didn’t exude the
dominance Toshi needed so badly in the bedroom.
They’d talked about what he wanted
to do. They’d even watched a few DVDs. But Ian as a Dom was a total joke. Ian
also thought Toshi’s affection for leather was downright weird. He’d had gone
as far as to say he wasn’t interested in bringing leather into their sexual
relationship. Toshi didn’t know if he could just shelve his need. After sex, he
felt incomplete. Then there was Ian himself—always breaking dates, not
returning his calls, most times in a hurry to go… like tonight.
He finished his shower and dried
off. He wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and stared into his own
cocoa-colored eyes. “Maybe I should rethink what I’m planning. Maybe.”
Toshi turned the light off and
yawned. Guess he’d be calling it an early night after all.
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