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Release Blitz + Giveaway: Collar Me (My Kinky Housemate #3) by Colette Davison

Author Colette Davison and Gay Book Promotions share new kinky release, Collar Me (My Kinky Housemate #3)! Read more and enter in the $10 Amazon Gift Card giveaway!

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Book Title: Collar Me (My Kinky Housemate Book Three)

Author and Publisher: Colette Davison

Cover Artist: Covers by Jo

Release Date: May 17, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Puppy play, friends to lovers, small amount of hurt/comfort

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 72 000 words

It can be read as a standalone but is better read as part of the series.

The book does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Will losing my trainer lead me to what my heart desires—a collar and Preston?

Blurb

I’ve found the perfect place to live in London thanks to the My Kinky Housemate app. It’s close to work and my housemates don’t mind me de-stressing from my job as a nurse by being a playful puppy. Life is good until my puppy trainer finds a girlfriend leaving me high and dry.

A flippant comment leads to an offer from Preston, the housemate I’ve got a mile high crush on. I thought my attraction wasn’t mutual until he proves me wrong while being my temporary trainer for a puppy show.

Preston has never been into pet play before, but it seems he’ll make an exception for me. As our relationship flourishes and strengthens with him as my new trainer, someone in the puppy community sets out to destroy my reputation.

Can Preston help me resolve the situation before I get driven out of the community that brings me joy?

Collar Me is an MM puppy play romance with housemates that become lovers, handcuffs, a fantasy toy, a jealous puppy and lots and lots of snuggles. It’s the third book in the My Kinky Housemate Series and, while it can be enjoyed as a standalone, it’s better to read it after Sugar Bunny and Plaything.

Excerpt

Realising our first training session will be more about me training Preston than the other way around, I decide not to put on my puppy gear. Instead, I go downstairs in my pyjama bottoms, with my house ears and kneepads on.

It’s a weird time of day. If I’m on a day shift, I’d have been up and out of the house before anyone else is awake. I’m usually fast asleep if I’m on a night shift or on my days off. I’ve never been awake and in the house at seven in the morning. Beau and Fraser are in the kitchen, talking and laughing as they eat breakfast together. After waving good morning to them, I go to the sitting room.

Preston is waiting for me. He’s dressed for work in smart black trousers, a pale blue shirt, and a navy tie with white polka dots. I pause for a second or two to appreciate how handsome he looks.

“Morning,” he says. “I did some reading online last night, but I’m still not sure what I’m doing. Go easy on me, okay?”

I grin. “I figured. That’s why I’m not planning on going into puppy space.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. We can talk through some basics, maybe practice doing a couple of simple commands. How does that sound?”

“Great.” He clears his throat and reaches for a bag. “Apparently, a trainer is allowed to give their puppy a collar.”

I tilt my head and let out a confused ‘ruff’.

Preston opens the bag and takes out a purple nylon collar. “I hope it fits.”

“When did you…?” I shake my head.

“Does the headshake mean you won’t wear it?” Preston looks visibly disappointed. “I’m sorry. I thought—”

I wave my hands to stop him from talking. “No, no, no. I’m confused, that’s all. When did you get that?”

“Does it matter?”

I press my hand to my stomach, which is fluttering ridiculously. “Yes,” I whisper. “It does.”

About the Author

Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.

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Release Blitz + Giveaway: Skeletal Equation by A.E. Lister

It's the final day for the Skeletal Equation release blitz! Join author A.E. Lister and Pride Publishing as they promote the Halloween themed kinky tale and host a giveaway! Good luck!

Skeletal Equation by AE Lister

General Release Date: 26th October 2021

Word Count: 30,378
Book Length: SHORT NOVEL
Pages: 135

Genres:

BONDAGE AND BDSM
CONTEMPORARY
EROTIC ROMANCE
GAY
GLBTQI
HALLOWEEN
MÉNAGE AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS

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Book Description

What do medical kink, pup play and Halloween have in common? Scott Vernier. A visit to the local leather bar offers an unexpected treat!

Scott Vernier is lonely and bored, but he’d rather sit at home and mope than go out. A promise to a friend forces him to attend the annual Halloween party at Sonny’s, his local leather bar. Amid the tacky costumes and seasonal desperation, Scott meets two people he never expected to encounter.

Can a man well-versed in medical kink and his leather-pup boyfriend introduce Scott to a whole new world of illicit pleasure?

When Dr. Jericho Griffin gets down to business, Scott finds himself responding in explosive ways.

Reader advisory: This book features discussion only of scat, enemas and needle play. There are scenes of pup play and a scene involving voyeurism.

Excerpt

The scariest thing about Halloween currently was how little I cared for it. As a younger gay man, I’d have planned my costume for months, figuring out the sexiest way to be a zombie, a vampire or any of the other popular standards, and I’d have attended at least three parties to try to get laid. Now I was too old and jaded to care about any of that.

But it was a week until Halloween, and I had no excuses. I’d told Duke I’d be at the local gay leather bar for the annual party. He was scheduled to bartend that night and I’d foolishly committed to being there, at least for part of the evening.

I hated Halloween.

I’d loved it as a child, and as a teen and young adult, it had been an excuse to get smashed and flirt with people I’d be too intimidated by otherwise. But now, as an adult? Halloween seemed like a waste of time. I definitely had better things to do.

Or did I?

It was true that I hadn’t socialized a lot recently, because my job was exhausting, even though it fulfilled me. As an anthropology professor at the local college, I had classes to teach most days and students to support during office hours. Then there was the prep time and marking… I’d managed to fit my life into an organized and workable routine, but I was a busy man.

I had promised Duke I’d try to have some fun, simply to get him off my back and stop him from calling me ‘old before my time’—although the annual Halloween Ball at Sonny’s wasn’t exactly my idea of a great time.

For one thing, I didn’t have a costume. For another thing, I didn’t want to wear one.

But costumes were compulsory for this event, so I had to make at least a minimal effort. I had a T-shirt, somewhere, with glow-in-the-dark bones on it. If I could find it, I’d wear that and say I was a skeleton. Yeah, that was pretty dumb, but the guys who worked the door knew me, and I was pretty sure they’d let me in. It paid to be friends with the bartender, even though he pressured me to be more social.

I liked Duke a lot. He was a bear of a man but the sweetest guy anyone would ever meet. I’d gotten to know him when he’d taken one of my anthropology courses. He’d invited me for dinner once the semester had ended, and he and his cute-as-hell boyfriend Julius had cooked me the most amazing spaghetti Bolognese I’d ever eaten. It was a fast friendship with them both after that. Julius worked in IT and made good money, so Duke could bartend a few nights a week and spend the rest of his time making small sculptures out of reclaimed ‘junk’ and taking occasional classes of interest to him.

I didn’t have many close friends, and I considered Duke and Julius to be an important part of my life, especially as I hadn’t been able to find a partner to join me on this questionable journey. I’d had the occasional boyfriend, but the long-term bond had never become anything significant before either I or the other guy decided things weren’t working. I wondered if I had the temperament for a permanent relationship.

Some people were meant to be single and maybe I was one of them.

I dug through three drawers before I found my skeleton shirt scrunched in the corner. Great, it will be wrinkled as well as dumb. Ah well, there was nothing to do about it. I wasn’t gonna fucking iron it. I didn’t even think I owned an iron. Ironing seemed like the most useless and annoying chore on this planet, and I wasn’t going to be a part of it.

I slid the shirt over my head and stepped in front of the mirror. It fit a little tight, but that was okay. That just showed off my slim build to my advantage and made some of the wrinkles disappear. The sleeves were plenty long and the fabric gathered slightly at my wrists. I pulled down on the bottom edge of the shirt. It wasn’t too bad but would probably show skin if I had to reach my arms up. I wasn’t planning to do that, so it should be fine.

The bones glowed in the dimness of the room, even though the shirt had been in my drawer. I’d wear it around the house so it could absorb more light. I’d have to be careful not to spill anything on it while doing the dishes, but the more I wore it, the quicker the rest of the wrinkles would come out.

Luckily, I was able to load the dishes and wipe the counter without incident, and when I checked myself again, I was pleased with my half-assed attempt at participation. It would have to do, and at least I looked sexy. I’d put on my brown faux-leather pants that hugged my hips and showed off my long, slim legs. I was of average height and my black hair had begun to streak with gray, but I was fit and strong and didn’t look half bad tonight, if I was honest. Maybe the visit to the popular club would be worth it and I’d be able to bring someone home for the evening. It had been a while since I’d seen any action. I didn’t want to contemplate how long.

I went to the bathroom and used some gel to muss my hair into an artfully untidy style. At the last minute, I applied some black eyeliner that I saved for special occasions when I was feeling it. Even though my enthusiasm for the Halloween party was negligible, my interest in seducing a warm body for a few hours began to rise.

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About the Author

AE Lister

AE Lister/Elizabeth Lister is a Canadian non-binary author with a vivid imagination and a head full of unique and interesting characters. They have published 10 books, one of which received an Honorable Mention from the National Leather Association – International for excellence in SM/Leather/Fetish writing.

“Sensual and visceral BDSM.” – Amazon.ca

Find out more about AE Lister at their website, and follow them on Instagram and Patreon.

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Guest Review: Stay (Working Out the Kinks #1) by K.M. Neuhold

What happens to a couple when one of them discovers a new kink that he’s not sure his partner will be into?

Dear Art,
I’m sure you get messages like this all the time but I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore. I suppose I should start from the beginning... Three weeks ago, I saw puppy play for the first time and now I can’t stop obsessing about it. Wait, no, that’s not really the beginning...Ten years ago, my best friend who I’d been in love with my entire life told me he loved me too.
For ten years I’ve been living in complete bliss with Lars, the man of my dreams. Don’t get me wrong, we have our fights and disagreements (mostly because I do irritating shit and every once in awhile he reaches the end of his patience), but he is my other half in every way. I didn’t know I could love someone the way I love him.
Then, three weeks ago, I saw puppy play for the first time and now I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s not so different from when I realized I was gay, there was a moment where everything sort of clicked into place and my whole body was like “yes, THAT’S what we’ve been trying to figure out all this time.” At first I thought maybe I should just let it go because it’s not the kind of thing I can imagine my partner being into. But last week I went into a kink shop and ended up walking out with a puppy hood. I stashed it in our guest bedroom closet and haven’t even had the courage to take it out and try it on again, let alone show it to Lars. I don’t know what to do. How do I bring this up to him? And what if he isn’t into it? I feel like I don’t recognize myself anymore and I don’t know where to turn. Please help.

Sincerely,
One Lost Puppy

Reviewer: Annery

I’ve thought long and hard about this review. What to say, that doesn’t come off as harsh or petty, because really there isn’t anything objectionable about the story. It’s constituent parts are like a list of some of my favorite things, including a flipping of expectations when it comes to D/s relationships. Maybe I’ll start there, with what I liked and what worked for me. Small mercies.

Lars and Jonah are what Lars himself calls “lifers”. Their moms are best friends who were pregnant at the same time leading to the guys being BFFs since infancy, though their romantic involvement didn’t come until they were twenty-five. When the book starts they’ve been together for 10 years and are everything but married. Lars is a veterinarian and Jonah is an emergency room doctor, they share a home, a life, and a deep love rooted in friendship and familiarity of the best kind. Jonah is a big strapping ginger, a head taller than Lars, but he’s also bit of a playful goof who likes to dance around the house and ruffle his partner’s more serious personality. Perhaps it’s a way of letting off steam from a stressful job, but it’s also an aspect of their, heretofore, unacknowledged D/s relationship, as Jonah says:
”I’m nearly twice Lars’ weight and more than a head taller than he is. Granted, I do top more often than not, but that doesn’t mean I’m in control.”
Lars is fairly regimented. He likes order and everything in its place, but he also loves Jonah fiercely and makes sure of his well being. The love of between these two is another check in the plus column but it’s also is a good starting point for the this wasn’t for me column.

If you like your characters to have pretty much zero conflict between themselves and the world at large, this book is for you. If you like your MCs to say “I love you” and “anything you feel or want is good, valid, and I’m on-board with it” every five seconds, this book is for you. If you believe that the introduction of a major life change should present zero ambivalence in an established couple, this book is for you. I’ll have to demur.

One sunny day Lars & Jonah go to a Pride Parade and they come across some Puppies and their Masters. Jonah is more than a little intrigued by the group:
One of the men is dressed in a dog mask with black leather harness on his chest, and a pair of underwear with a bone on the ass and the word woof printed inside the bone. He’s naked aside from that, but honestly, that’s not the part that shocks or draws my attention, he’s hardly the least dressed person in the crowd. It’s the joy shining in his eye as he wiggles and starts to wrestle with another man dressed similarly. It’s the absolute inhibition as he lets out a happy bark like he doesn’t have a care in the world, and it’s the way the man holding his leash smiles at him with warmth and love. (btw, I’m pretty sure it should be *lack of inhibition*)

So that’s fine, right? Sometimes we suddenly find something that just clicks with us, but Jonah takes this to a whole new level. It’s suddenly the thing he always needed but never knew about. There’s reference to him having dabbled briefly in BDSM during college, before he and Lars became an item, but apparently he never pursued it further and puppies had never been on his radar. Really? Odd, I know all about them, but okay, I’ll buy it. That’s not what made me have to read this with a squinty eye, it’s the fact of his immediate quasi obsession with the kink and then his reluctance to talk to Lars about it. After the almost diabetic coma inducing protestations of love and acceptance between these two it was a tough pill to swallow. Sure, Lars makes an off the cuff remark about puppies being weird, when they first spot them at the parade, but wouldn’t anyone who isn’t into that lifestyle? They are weird. I think that is, and should be, a point of pride for folks in the kink community. And this is the heart of my dislike of this story, it’s so eager to tell us it’s okay to like what you like and be who you are (not a point I disagree with) that it treats kink like apple pie, chocolate chip cookies, and vanilla ice cream. It’s that thing where you take something you love and try to tame and polish it to the point where you can’t recognize in it the reasons you loved it in the first place. The weirdness, uniqueness, and non-conformity are domesticated to unobtrusively fit in with square or proper society. It’s taking a cat, a creature that’s two meals away from being feral, having lost none of its shared traits with larger felines, you make it a housecat, neuter and declaw it for good measure. Utterly sad, senseless, and kind of infuriating. I’m fairly sure the folks who participate in the Folsom Street Fair are happy to be active participants of what society deems the margins and aren’t dreaming of that spot on the PTA or the white picket fence house in the suburbs. Perhaps they do belong to those two groups, but their love of kink isn’t something they’re going to try to mold like a square peg into a round hole.

On with the book. There might be a few spoilerish comments, although there is no mystery or conflict to spoil. Sorry.

There isn’t much more to tell, but fairytale fantasies. Before telling Lars about this new obsession, Jonah writes to an online advice columnist voicing his fears of Lars’ reaction and HE USES Lars real name! Umm … wow. In the end Lars finds out and …. *crickets*. Nothing happens. Acceptance without a single doubt. Sure. Granted Lars had always been somewhat dominant, but I’d think jumping to wanting a puppy sub would merit a teensy bit of self reflection. But that’s just me. These two go full swing into the lifestyle, taking classes, because they’re just super dot the i’s cross the t’s kind of guys, and go off into the sunset in bliss.

There’s a dangle for the next book but I’m not sure I’ll go along for the ride. This was like reading the diary of your most boring cousin. You still love them but you don’t need to know about that day they reorganized their sock drawer. Also I didn’t care for this sort of present tense continuous? thing the author had going. *shrug* On the plus side this is one more book to add to my growing Vanilla Kink shelf. I’m not sure that’s a good thing.

This didn’t work for me, and I’m probably in the minority, but it might for someone who wants zero angst, conflict, and a super cautious, and perhaps inaccurate, peek into kink. It has likable characters, it’s well formatted, and has a cute cover.

A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

Blog Tour: Stay by K.M. Neuhold

Author K.M. Neuhold and Vibrant Promotions visit with the Stay blog tour today! Learn more about the puppy play romance today!

STAY

K.M. NEUHOLD

M/M PUPPY PLAY ROMANCE

RELEASE DATE: 01.11.19

BLURB

What happens to a couple when one of them discovers a new kink that he’s not sure his partner will be into?

Dear Art,

I’m sure you get messages like this all the time, but I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore. I suppose I should start from the beginning… Three weeks ago, I saw puppy play for the first time, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Wait, no, that’s not really the beginning… Ten years ago, my best friend who I’d been in love with my entire life told me he loved me too.

For ten years, I’ve been living in complete bliss with Lars, the man of my dreams. Don’t get me wrong, we have our fights and disagreements (mostly because I do irritating shit, and every once in a while, he reaches the end of his patience), but he is my other half in every way. I didn’t know I could love someone the way I love him.

Then, the puppy thing happened. It’s not so different from when I realized I was gay; there was a moment where everything sort of clicked into place, and my whole body was like “Yes, that’s what we’ve been trying to figure out all this time.” At first, I thought maybe I should just let it go because it’s not the kind of thing I can imagine my partner being into. But last week I went into a kink shop and ended up walking out with a puppy hood. I stashed it in our guest bedroom closet and haven’t even had the courage to take it out and try it on again, let alone show it to Lars. I don’t know what to do. How do I bring this up to him? And what if he isn’t into it? I feel like I don’t recognize myself anymore, and I don’t know where to turn. Please help.

Sincerely,

One Lost Puppy

EXCERPT

Jonah stumbles a little on the way to our bedroom, letting me know he had too much to drink as well. When we reach the bedroom, he struggles to get his pants undone, so I bat his hands away and do it for him, carefully unzipping them and then lowering them, along with his underwear.

“Step out,” I instruct, kneeling at his feet to get his pants off without letting him trip over himself, his half hard cock swaying near my face.

“Mmm,” he hums, running his hands through my hair, his hazy, drunk eyes fixed on me.

“Hey, JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Why haven’t you been sleeping well this week?”

As soon as the words are out, his warm, happy expression shutters, and he frowns at me. I can see the wheels turning behind his eyes, see him trying to come up with an answer. My stomach lurches with the realization that he’s planning on lying to me, again. Is this related to the porn thing earlier in the week or has he decided, after all these years, to make a habit out of lying to me?

“Come on, JJ, step out of your pants,” I repeat soberly when I realize he’s not going to answer. This time he does as I say with my help. By the time I stand up, he’s tugging his shirt off and tossing it in the pile of dirty clothes, and I follow suit, the two of us climbing into bed silently.

For the first time in our lives, there’s something Jonah isn’t telling me.

Author K.M. Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together.

She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series.

When she's not writing she's a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero...just kidding, she's likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.

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Don't miss K.M. Neuhold and Vibrant Promotions release blitz of puppy play romance, Stay, today!

STAY

K.M. NEUHOLD

M/M PUPPY PLAY ROMANCE

RELEASE DATE: 01.11.19

BLURB

What happens to a couple when one of them discovers a new kink that he’s not sure his partner will be into?

Dear Art,

Sincerely,

One Lost Puppy

EXCERPT

I turn away from him, heading deeper into the shop, and there it is, hanging innocently on the back wall alongside a number of other accessories—collars, knee pads, mittens, toys—but right now, the only thing I can see is the hood. My heart gives one of those odd flutters again, my hands shaking as I slowly make my way toward the display.

I glance around to see if anyone is watching me and realize no one else is in the store right now. I look back at the employee and find him leaning against the counter, thumbing through his phone like he couldn’t care less about what kinky shit I’m here looking for. And I’m sure he can’t. He works in a sex shop for fuck’s sake; I’m sure he’s seen it all.

The pleasant scent of leather lingers in the air around the display as I near it. When I come to a stop in front of it, my knees tremble, practically knocking together, and my breath is coming so fast I’m a little concerned I’m about to pass out from lack of oxygen.

I reach out an unsteady hand and when my fingers brush against the smooth material of the hood, a rush of excitement zips through me like an electric shock. To my surprise and slight horror, my cock begins to perk up as my fingertips dance along the muzzle and around the eyeholes, mapping the topography of it.

“You can try it on if you want.” The voice makes me jump, nearly knocking the entire display off the wall.

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Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit + Giveaway - Kim Dare

The Mistress of Kink with a Heart a.k.a. Kim Dare is here today & she brought the cutest lil pup!

“Parcel came when you were out.”

Danny turned just in time to catch the box his flat-mate, James, tossed towards him. The senders label on the front of the box was discreet. There was no way anyone who wasn’t already familiar with the store’s initials could guess what the box contained. And James was far too vanilla to have ever heard of this kind of leather shop.

“Do you want to—?” James began.

“Sorry. Knackered. Having an early night.” Danny had barely got the words out before he was closing his bedroom door behind him.

He had the T-shirt, kilt and jock strap he’d worn to the club discarded in record time. All that he had left on then were his boots. He looked down at the long rows of shiny silver buckles. No patience for that. They’d have to stay on.

Tearing the box open, Danny pushed packaging aside until his fingers finally closed around buttery soft leather.

As desperate as he was to see his purchase, he found himself closing his eyes. Bringing it up to his face, he inhaled deeply. His cock immediately reacted to the scent of new leather.

Opening his eyes, Danny finally allowed himself to look. The hood was both simple and oh-so perfect. He ran trembling fingers over the puppy ears and across where the leather was shaped into a perfect little muzzle.

In seconds he had the straps undone. A shudder ran through his body as he refastened the buckle behind his head.

He turned toward the full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door, but kept his eyes on the carpet. He’d saved up for so long—carefully stock-piling both money and courage, until he could finally buy the hood.

He wasn’t sure if he could survive it being a disappointment.

Swallowing rapidly, Danny lowered himself clumsily to his knees and placed his hands on the floor in front of him. He summoned up just a little more bravery and looked up.

The sound that emerged from his throat sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Fitting, really.

Danny stared into his reflection. A leather-pup stared back at him in something like wonder.

There was no warning before his bedroom door swung open.

James.

James, who had been part of every leather-pup fantasy Danny had had for months, but who was as vanilla as they came in reality.

God, Danny needed to be able to say something, to make some sort of excuse. Halloween costume idea? Lost a bet with guys at the club? Something. Please. Anything.

Unable to make his voice box work, Danny scrambled to back away, still on his hands and knees.

“Hey. There’s no need to be frightened.” There wasn’t the slightest hint of shock in James’ voice. He crouched down as he spoke and put his hand on Danny’s shoulder to halt his retreat.

Moving ceased to be an option for Danny, but not because of James’ grip. It was his voice. James had never used that tone with him before—not outside of Danny’s fantasies.

“It’s okay, pup. I won’t hurt you.” James slid his hand up to the nape of Danny’s neck and stroked his hair. A moment later he placed his other hand on the small of Danny’s back. “Sit.”

Danny still couldn’t move.

James pressed a little more firmly. “Sit, pup.”

Somehow Danny managed to flex his hips and bring himself into a sit position.

“Good boy.” James’ voice was so warm, the praise sounded so genuine, and something trembled inside Danny.

“Oh, pup, you didn’t really think you had a kink that would shock me, did you?” Amusement tinged every word.

Danny’s mouth went dry. He peered up at James through the eye holes in the hood, not sure if he was allowed to speak, or what the hell he should say if he was allowed.

“Just because I don’t wear leather myself, that doesn’t mean I don’t like guys, or pups, that do.” He dipped his head, and whispered in Danny’s ear, as if sharing a secret. “And it doesn’t mean I’m not exactly the type of dom you need, either.”

Ten minutes ago, Danny would have bet his life James had no idea what the word dom meant, let alone what a leather-pup was. But now… Now…

Still unable to come up with any words that fitted the situation, Danny let instinct take over. He turned his head and licked James’s hand through the mouth opening in the hood.

“Good boy. That’s right. Good pup”

Bloody hell. Danny didn’t care if James had never worn a stich of leather in his life, James saying those words to him in that tone of voice, was hotter than any other man in full leather could be.

James smiled, his expression gentle but oh-so knowing, as he stroked Danny’s nape again. “Good pup.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! That's the smell of Kim Dare in the morning. Ain't it sweet? Be sure to let her know what you thought of her pup! I mean, her fic in the comments. A little bird told me there *might* be a follow up so speak up!

About the Author

Kim is a thirty-three year old bisexual submissive from Wales (UK). First published in 2008, she has since released almost 100 BDSM erotic romance titles ranging from short stories to full length novels. Having worked with a host of fantastic e-publishers, she has just moved into self publishing.

While she has occasionally ventured towards other pairings, Kim's first love is still, and probably always will be, Male/Male stories. But, no matter what the pairing, from paranormal to contemporary, and from the sweet to the intense, everything she writes will always feature three things - Kink, Love and a Happy Ending.

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Review: Three New Wishes (Rainbow Island #3) by Sean Michael

Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.

James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers, though, and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defences. As the men move from one week to three week stays for their guests, can they finally make their own fantasies come true, too?

As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.

Tim is rich and bored now that he’s sold all his companies. A sometimes sub for the occasional evening, he’s searching for something more. He’s seen ‘lifestyle’ subs who indulge 24/7 and he’s curious to see if it really works. Full time Dom Rainier is brought in to give Tim the experience he’s been looking for. But Rainier has a secret – he’s been watching Tim in the club for years, just waiting for Tim to get serious before making his move. Can these two men find what they need in each other?

Mike has been hired to be a submissive for three weeks. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle, but has been assured that he won’t be damaged and that he can stop the proceedings at any time. He figures he can handle it, besides, the payday is too good to give up and will keep him off the street and fed for a long time. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident and the things he shows Mike have Mike more than a little turned on; in fact, they speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?

Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if Puppy Play is for them. They're excited and nervous to learn this new aspect from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end? Don’t miss out on these three new fantasies come true.

Reader Advisory: This book contains fisting, scenes of puppy play and the use of urethral sounds.

If you haven’t yet visited Rainbow Island, I do recommend it. The setting is an island so instead of taking the fuck truck to pound town, you’re taking a boat, but whatever, it’s a nonstop bone-a-palooza and everyone gets a happy ending in every sense of the word.

Three New Wishes is book three set in the luxury hedonistic resort that is Rainbow Island. The setups are essentially the same throughout and the only constant characters are James, Damian and Guard, the islands owners. The three have been in a menage relationship for years and have been having a rough go of it lately. Three New Wishes gives these guys their resolution which was nice (and dirty) to read.

As far as the guests who come to fulfill their fanstasies, there are always three guests and then J, D and G make sure their needs are met with the perfect match and, don’t be shocked now, but these guys all end up with their own HEA’s. It’s Sean Michael so the road to the HEA is paved with dildos, butt plugs, penis plugs and in Three New Wishes, all the accoutrements that come with puppy play, plus lots and lots of jizz.

Lots. Of. Jizz.

Stories one and two are all about D/s dynamics. Both have characters that are learning the ropes so the D/s isn’t too intense and because it’s Sean Michael it’s heavy on the insta-love and heavy on the romance. The love and romance balances out the spankings and urethral sounds quite nicely. I liked the sub, Mike, who was hired for fantasy #2, he may not have been the one who paid to be there, but the fantasy he didn’t even know he had was fulfilled. I totally got the connection between Mike and Brendan.

Story three is about an established couple looking to expand their kink repertoire with some puppy play. They already live a D/s lifestyle so these two dudes are totally in sync and fully in love, this trip is just a chance to get away, reconnect and try out some new shenanigans. It was all about pushing boundaries and figuring out what aspects of a new flavor of play works for them and what doesn’t. That came with a lot of sweet talk and communication which is paramount to experimentation.

And while I jest a bit about the sheer amount of boners, voluminous levels of jizz and OTT romance, an important thing I think Sean Michael accomplishes is normalizing the kink. By wrapping penis plugs and butt plug tails in cotton candy, the once intimidating becomes more approachable. The pretty package is more apt to open up some minds to consensual experimentation and how is that not an awesome byproduct of some sugar kink?

Who wants to go shopping?

**a copy of this story was provided for an honest review**

Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit + Giveaway - K.A. Merikan

THE MERIKANS ARE IN THE BUILDING!

They took time from promoting today's release, The Copper Horse: Love--(our review here)--to play with the unicorns!

And they came to play...or should we say they brought puppy play!! Yay!

Dino's New Spots

K.A. Merikan

Dino couldn’t wait to meet Master and show him what a good boy he’s been. He prepared a surprise to prove it, and the anticipation of his master’s reaction was already making his stomach flutter with excitement..

He sat next to his two bowls, already naked and ready to play, but Master wasn’t coming, so he whimpered and scratched at the door. His tail brushed against the backs of his thighs gently, but even this was enough to set Dino’s skin on fire. Walking in a circle, he made a stop by his master’s boots, and he briefly rested his face on their polished surface, breathing in the scent of leather, wax, and Master’s skin.

The music from the elevator opening outside the door made Dino’s ears perk up, and he let out a low howl, making his way to the entrance. Was it his master? The neighbors often came back from work at the same time, so he could not be sure, but no, it was his master. His voice resonated down Dino’s back, all the way to his filled ass. Whimpering, he scratched at the door again, climbing to his hind legs.

“Oh, I didn’t know you got a dog,” said the neighbor outside.

Dino whined and scratched at the door even harder. At this point, his cock was rock hard, he could barely think, and didn’t even care if Ms. Tanney saw him.

Master laughed. “I did. A dalmatian.”

“I need to meet him one day!”

“One day,” Master said and Dino already imagined the half smile on that handsome face.

Dino backed away from the door as soon as he heard keys jingling at the lock.

He barked happily, torn between rushing to rub himself against Master’s legs and the need to present all of his body in the most adequate way. He imagined this moment all day long, and yet when it came, he was too overwhelmed to make a decision.

Master locked the door behind him and pulled his tie loose as soon as his eyes set on Dino. “There’s my boy!” He smiled widely and got down to his knees with open arms.

Dino ran toward him at top speed and pushed at him so hard Master barely kept himself from toppling over. Dino lapped at his face, licking up the salty, delicious sweat and sinking into the welcoming, warm arms. There was nowhere he’d rather be than with his owner.

Master stroked his back, letting Dino greet him for as long as he wanted. “I know! I missed you too.” He laughed and slid his hand all the way to Dino’s ass, so it was time to move away and show off.

Dino pulled away and danced his whole body in a circle to present the new, still-painful markings on the backs of his thighs and ass. The tail only added realism to the picture he presented, and he barked, looking at his master to see if he’d made him happy.

Master’s eyes went wide and he sat on his heels. “Are those… tattoos?”

Dino grinned and rolled to his back, as he always did to show off how happy he was. This time, he was sorry as soon as the newly inked skin rubbed against the floor. He let out a whimper and awkwardly picked himself up. His dalmatian self was already pulling his tail between his legs from the discomfort.

Master sighed deeply, and for a moment, Dino’s heart sank. Was master not happy? Did he not like the markings?

“You know this means we won’t be able to fuck until they heal?”

Dino sank to his knees and whined, hiding his head in his shoulders. Oh, no. He hadn’t thought of that, and it will be even worse once he gets his back marked with spots to match the ones on his ass.

“Come on, come here, Dino.” Master sighed and pulled him closer. “We’ll just have to settle for other things right now. But I do think they’re the prettiest spots I’ve ever seen on a dog.” Dino instantly perked up, his heart filling with all the happiness in the world. He barked and rushed right back to his master. He didn’t waste any time in proving that other things would be as enjoyable as fucking, and pressed his nose against Master’s package.

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Author Bio:

K. A. Merikan is the pen name for Kat and Agnes Merikan, a team of writers, who are taken for sisters with surprising regularity. Kat’s the mean sergeant and survival specialist of the duo, never hesitating to kick Agnes’s ass when she’s slacking off. Her memory works like an easy-access catalogue, which allows her to keep up with both book details and social media. Also works as the emergency GPS. Agnes is the Merikan nitpicker, usually found busy with formatting and research. Her attention tends to be scattered, and despite pushing thirty, she needs to apply makeup to buy alcohol. Self-proclaimed queen of the roads.

They love the weird and wonderful, stepping out of the box, and bending stereotypes both in life and books. When you pick up a Merikan book, there’s one thing you can be sure of – it will be full of surprises.

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