Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Jane Davitt


Jane Davitt is here! And we're in for a DOUBLE treat today!! Kink lovers gather round because not only is she giving away an ebook (Life Under New Management) but she also wrote flash fiction, Come to Heel. It's a kinkster's delight!

Heels fetish? #winning

Come to Heel
by
Jane Davitt


“I can’t walk in them.”

“I can’t walk in them, Sir.”

The correction’s accompanied by a stinging slash from the switch that lands across my calves. Ow fucking ouch. I have a fondness for that skinny little sucker when it’s used on my fellow sub. Watching Andy’s butt become a living tic-tac-toe board leaves my balls tight and my inner sadist drooling.

What, I can’t be a sub and a sadist? Sorry, didn’t get that memo. Or it’s filed in the drawer marked, ‘Oh really? Now fuck off’.

Used on me, though, and I’m tempted to snap the switch in half and take what I get by way of punishment with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

Okay, maybe not the song. Sir would make damn sure I was too busy screaming for mercy, forgiveness, and shit like that to focus on a tune.

I wriggle my toes. They’re pushed into a triangular space. Toes aren’t made to do that. It hurts. And my calves are a tight, taut stretch of flesh because I’m in four-inch fuck me heels and the angle and tilt – you have no idea unless you’ve worn them.

They’re all I’m wearing. Not even a cock ring. Classic black pumps, the Italian leather as soft as a sigh, needle-sharp heels making my muscular legs look elegant as a racehorse’s.

I stare in the long mirror. Yeah. Gorgeous. I can see it and Sir likes the view too, judging by the bulge in his pants. I preen a little, but I can’t do what he wants. I tried. I tottered. Staggered. Shuffled. Wearing heels, I’m as graceful as a toddler and I hate it. Hate disappointing him.

Tears. Fuck. He draws blood before he gets them usually and now they’re spilling out.

“Ssh.” He rests his hand on the back of my neck, clamping down. “I didn’t say you could cry. You haven’t failed me yet, but if I hear you tell me you can’t one more time, I’ll make you Andrew’s sub for a week.”

I hiss out a breath. No. Kneel to that cocky little shit who thinks he’s got a better ass than mine? Never.

“Again.” Sir caresses my cock, waking it to hardness after failure’s left it limp, working it with cool efficiency. “Maybe this will help your balance.”

Oddly, it does. Cock jutting, I throw back my shoulders, do the whole deep breath, focus bit and set off across the room, heels tapping on the wooden floor. God, my ass must look incredible. I throw in a sassy hip wiggle and get the switch again, catching the top of my thighs and leaving behind a sear and sizzle of pain.

I yelp and he clicks his tongue reprovingly.

“Is that how you’d normally walk? I don’t think so. These are what you’ll be wearing from now on, Tony. I like them on you. Get used to them and walk naturally, please.”

“Sir?” He can’t mean it.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He chuckles. “I got them in more colors than black.”

Really wasn’t what I was worried about.

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We unicorns thank Jane Davitt for the ficlet on Boy Meets Boy Reviews! Let her know what you thought in the comments! (Hot right?)

Author Bio:
At the age of eight I decided to write a book. I found a blank notebook, wrote 'Chapter One' at the start, scribbled a few hundred words about triplets with improbable names, then lost interest. Jump forward three decades and I still wanted to write a book, but the dim realization was dawning that meant I had to actually, well, write something.

Yes, it surprised me too.

So I did. Not about triplets, but love, angst, hot and spicy smut, and for the most part they're m/m romances.

I look at the shelf in my library where I keep the books with my name on them and yeah, there they are. I did it.

That eight-year-old me expected a lot of her future self though. Being an astronaut was also on the list. Did not do that.

Sorry, younger me. Here, have a wine gum.

Links:
Website
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You can have a chance to win a copy of Life Under New Management:


 Working for a perfectionist like strict, sexy-as-hell Ethan isn’t easy. Falling in love with him? No problem at all.

Taking a bar job in an exclusive hotel is a stopgap for Andy. He’s an actor and his big break is coming soon—he knows it. His hot new boss Ethan is strict, demanding and totally off-limits but Andy can’t stop thinking about him.

When Andy learns of Ethan’s need to be in control of his partner—in bed and out of it—he’s stunned by the intensity of his reaction. He wants Ethan guiding him, bringing order to his chaotic life. And he sees that Ethan needs him too, though they can’t be open about their feelings.

Ethan deals out deliciously perverse consequences for misbehaving, but when it comes to incentives, he knows just what to offer to have Andy on his knees begging for more.

But some secrets can’t stay that way for long. And when difficult choices arise, for once Andy can’t turn to Ethan for guidance. This time, he’s on his own.


 

To enter to win an ebook copy of Life Under New Management, please leave a comment on this blog post and let us know your name and a means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, link to Goodreads account, etc.)

The giveaway is open until 10:00PM (Pacific time) on 11/12/15. Shortly thereafter, we will contact a winner whom we will select using a highly scientific "names in a hat" method (or, you know, an internet randomizer). Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

18 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for inviting me to participate! Had so much fun writing the fic.

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    1. Thank you so much for participating, Jane!! We loved reading it! ;D

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  2. I'm so glad he's got them in other colours, I was panicking there for a moment. (That was FUN to read)

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    1. So glad you liked it! I wonder what Sir will make the red ones match ;-)

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  3. Phew!! I am still fanning my face after "Come to Heel,"--and that pic--whoa!! "Life Under New Management," sounds fantastic, and I would love to win a copy. Thanks for the contest!!
    Rachel: chalonsursaone95 (at) hotmail (dot) com

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    1. Thank you for reading! Happy it worked for you.

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  4. Men who rock fuck-me-heels are amazing. I can't walk in something higher than 2 1/2 inches without practically killing myself (or others). Grace is definitely NOT my middle (or any other) name. Would love to read more from JD. legacylandlisa@gmail.com

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    1. I can stand in 4 inch ones and walk around the house but outside I walk very very slowly. Don't wear them often.

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  5. Love the ficlet! And yes, it is definitely hard to wear heels like that.

    waxapplelover (at) gmail (dot) com

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    1. It is! And thank you :-)

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  6. Yummy ficlet, Jane. Thank you very much.

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    1. Thank you! It was a lot of fun to write.

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  7. LOL! I love the photo. And the snipet is really enticing... I would love to continue reading this story.
    susanaperez7140(at)gmail(dot)com

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    1. That's great! Heh, maybe one day...they were an interesting threesome to play with.

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  8. This picture reminds me of favourite film called Kinky Boots, which is about a failing British shoe manufacture that regains success by redesigning high heeled/stiletto shoes & boots to be suitable and strong enough for men to wear.

    And yes I would love to read more of Jane's story, as its wonderful what stories can be inspired by an image. Thank you for a chance to win a copy of Life Under New Management. slholland22 {at} hotmail {dot} com sorry

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  9. The giveaway is over! The winner is Sula!

    Thanks for visiting. We hope you've enjoyed "Come to Heel" and Jane Davitt as much as we do!

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