OMG! I can't believe it! After a glowing review by MMGoodBookReviews,
Re-Submission has taken the next step - Tyler, Francis and Shae have bagged themselves a nomination for Best BDSM Book of 2012 in the LoveRomanceCafe Awards. I am thrilled and honoured to see my name alongside so many brilliant authors and yes, I am begging for your votes. If you have read
Re-Submission and enjoyed it, then
please give it your vote. If you haven't, well, now is your chance to pick it up and find out
why it is nominated.
But first, Ladies & Gentlemen, let me present you the nominee:
Re-Submission
MM
contemporary erotic romance, BDSM / Novel
Heat
level: Total-E-Melting
Published
by: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Blurb:
Rubbing
a toppy sub, a submissive Top and a Dom with attitude together is guaranteed to
send sparks flying — but what will they ignite?
Meet
Tyler Kane. Ballsy and headstrong, he's far from being the submissive type.
Francis Hollister, Dom and proud owner of a BDSM club, couldn't agree more —
and yet, as Tyler carelessly suggests a bet, Francis sees an opportunity arise
and decides to take him up on it.
Soon
Tyler finds himself in Francis' club and about to be trained as a sub. When
Shae, the gorgeous Top Francis has assigned to teach him, doesn't appear to be
quite as dominant as his role would lead to believe and Francis turns out to be
a rather versatile Dom, Tyler sees a perfect match just waiting to be made
happen. Too bad though that he's the only one who sees it. Or maybe he isn’t?
Curious
to find out what happens when you rub a submissive Top, a toppy sub and a Dom
with attitude together and what exactly the sparks from that explosive
combination ignite, Tyler enlists the help of Pierce, Francis' brother, and his
partner Noah, and sets out on a mission.
While
Tyler's plan seems to work out astonishingly well, it seems that there's more
than one man in the club who is pursuing a hidden agenda…
Reader
Advisory: While this book stands alone, it features Noah and Pierce from
'Sub-Mission' and follows up on their story, so you might wish to read that
first.
Excerpt:
"Oh,
come on, you’ve got to be joking!" Tyler groaned when the smoke-grey
Jaguar in front of him slowed and braked yet again instead of just passing the
orange light. "Why does this always happen when I’m in a fucking
hurry?" he grumbled, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he
counted to ten. Then twenty. Thirty. The light changed but the Jaguar remained
glued to the asphalt and cowered on the road like a beautiful but lazy cat.
"Hel-lo!"
Tyler shouted, but nothing happened. Except that the light changed back to red
after a short period. "Fuck!"
Tyler
thumped the steering wheel and watched the other car. Its driver must have been
busy checking stock exchange rates instead of paying attention to the traffic.
But then again, with a car like this, the driver was in all probability not the
owner but rather some poor soul who had to ferry an overpaid, underworked
business executive around. The light went green again and still the Jaguar
remained in place.
At
last, the driver’s door opened and a slim figure hopped out.
"Damn,
how sick can you get?" Tyler muttered. A chauffeur in uniform was one
thing, but this one was wearing a uniform made of black leather.
The
man went around the car, opened the bonnet and disappeared behind it. Seconds
later, he turned up again and walked to the rear of the car where he seemed to
be talking to whoever sat in the backseat.
"Oh,
for fuck’s sake!" Tyler unclipped his belt, then got out of the car and
slammed the door shut, just to vent some of his frustration. Staring at the
Jaguar, he shouted, "I don’t care what your problem is, but could you just
remove that pile of scrap so I can get past? I’ve somewhere to be and I haven’t
got all day to get there."
Startled,
the driver glanced in Tyler’s direction but not quite at him. He was younger
than Tyler had assumed him to be at first sight. He must have been in his early
twenties, but skinny and fine-boned and not Tyler’s type. Plus, his nervy
fidgetiness was rather annoying, as was the fact that he didn’t give an answer.
Ignoring Tyler, he shifted his attention back to his passenger. Just as Tyler
was about to turn around and leave the irritating thing alone, the back door of
the car was opened and the mysterious second man emerged.
Tyler
froze mid-motion. The driver had been of little interest to him, but the
passenger had his entire attention in an instant. Tall and with the kind of
posture that suggested a greater physical power than his refined, somewhat
snobbish exterior led one to believe, he was right up Tyler’s alley. He was
also probably older than him by a few years and quite handsome in a
distinguished way. The clothes he wore must have cost more than Tyler earned in
a month.
"Sugar
daddy," Tyler whispered to himself.
"I
apologise for the inconvenience," the man called out to him. "I’m
afraid the car refuses to start and my driver has no idea why that is."
His voice was kind and pleasant but instead of sounding apologetic, there was a
decisive tone to it, as if its owner was used to giving orders and being obeyed
without question. Tyler liked it. He went to the Jaguar and held out his hand
to the stranger without even thinking about it.
"Tyler
Kane. Any clues as to what’s wrong with it?"
"Francis
Hollister," the other man replied as he gave Tyler’s hand a dry, firm
squeeze. "And no. The engine just died when we stopped and won’t start
again."
"Got
enough petrol?"
"I
hope so." Francis glanced at his leather-clad driver with a faint smile on
his face and Tyler, too, turned to the boy. "Well, have you?"
He
got a wordless, weak nod in reply.
"Okay.
Good. Was there anything unusual with it?"
Not
meeting his eyes, the boy didn’t answer.
"Hi
there, anyone at home?" Tyler enquired, letting sarcasm seep into his
voice. "I’m talking to you. You’re the driver, you must have noticed
something. Besides, if that’s your job, you should have some idea about cars.
So?"
Still,
the young man ignored him and Tyler’s anger flared up again.
"Is
there something wrong with you? I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?"
"No,
he’s not deaf." Francis took a step closer to him, blocking the chauffeur
with his body. "And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t shout at him."
"Well,
what’s the matter with him? Can’t he speak for himself?" Tyler asked.
"Not
right now, no."
"Why’s
that? Cat got his tongue?"
"He’s
ordered to silence," Francis said.
"He’s
what?"
"Ordered
to silence."
"By
whom?"
"Me."
"Why?"
Francis
didn’t bat an eyelid as he said, "Because I wanted to."
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And here is what the reviewer had to say:
"...There is one thing I can definitely say about this book. It kept me on my toes and in anticipation for the entire duration. For me this book is one of the best to show the different faces of “BDSM”. A perfect example that you cannot label anything, a thing may have lots of meanings and in the end nothing can be generalized as we are all unique and tick differently. (...) The beauty of this novel was that it was in the end a wonderful love story, a story of friendship and of life with the most unexpected twist..."
Read the full review on
Goodreads
*****
LRC's `Best of 2012' Voting Information
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