Throwback Thursday

Today's feature is Bonds of Love, the second book in the Bay Area Professional Series. This novel opens immediately after Impacted! ends. Old Victorian homes called "Painted Ladies" feature on the cover because Robin and Scott are thinking of buying one. The cover was created by the amazing Anne Cain. . 

Blurb 

Sequel to Impacted!
Bay Area Professionals

Getting to know each other hasn’t been an easy journey for Scott Gregory and Robin "Red" Kennedy. Falling in love and exploring their kinkier sides revealed a perfect match, and Scott is a devoted sub to Red’s headstrong and often impulsive Dominant personality.

Scott, Robin, and their friend, Susie, open a new dental practice a short distance from the old office but miles away from Scott’s former boss and his Promise Keeper mentality. But the move doesn’t guarantee a happy ending. Robin’s mother is in a medical crisis. Scott’s grandfather makes an unexpected appearance. Ongoing interference from Jenna, Ron’s needy assistant, stirs up trouble. And Susie, having completed her training as a Dominatrix, is on a quest for the perfect male submissive.

Then there's one more threat to their relationship: Robin’s desire for a public collaring, something the shy and formerly closeted Scott is having a really hard time accepting. Is a strong and binding love―albeit a kinky one―enough to keep Scott and Robin together?

Excerpt

“Do you like it?” Scott asked, anxious to hear Robin’s reply. They had just finished a tour of the house they were thinking of buying, and the real estate agent had left them to explore, asking them to make sure to lock up after they were done.

It was an old Victorian, more commonly known as a Painted Lady. It had been completely refurbished on the inside, but the outside still looked like something from a postcard. The wooden structure was painted in yellow, blue, and blood red, garish to some but quaint and charming to others. It was built in 1910, a few years after the great earthquake, and was two stories high.

There was a graded garage and a finished basement that ran the length of the house, with a bedroom and full bathroom off to the side. It was perfect for a playroom, or dungeon, or whatever one living the BDSM lifestyle wanted to call it. The real estate agent referred to it as the “bonus room.” The bonus, to Robin’s way of thinking, was that soundproofing wouldn’t be critical since it was deep in the bowels of the earth.

The first floor was the central part of the house, with the kitchen, living, and dining rooms flowing into each other. Many of the usual walls had been knocked out to produce a modern, open feeling. The floors were Brazilian Cherry hardwood, while crown molding and twelve-foot ceilings lent an air of romance and charm to an otherwise clean, modern look, incongruous with the outward appearance of antiquity. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms with two baths, the master having its own and two smaller ones sharing a common bathroom.

“It’s beautiful, Scott, but we can’t afford it.”

“Hey, we’ll do it the American way. Go into hock, big time.”

Robin looked a little concerned with that answer. “Scott, we’re already in hock with the practice. I’m hesitant to take on any more debt. Maybe we should stay where we’re at for a while until the practice starts to build.”

“Robin Kennedy,” Scott said, raising an eyebrow as he walked up to his beautiful Dom, “weren’t you the one who told me to have faith and people would be banging down our doors?”

“Yes, but I’m also the one in charge of finances, and the figures are freaking me out.”

“We’re solvent, Red.”

“I know, and I’d like to keep it that way. I’ve always spent within my means, Scott. This is the first time I’m doing anything on credit, and I don’t like it.”

“It won’t be for long. You saw how fast we built up our bank account when the schedule was full. Now, enough talk about money.”

“Fine,” Robin gave in, enjoying the sight of Scott in tight blue jeans and a black T-shirt, looking quite predatory as he sauntered up to him.

“Weren’t you the one who insisted on buying something close to the Castro area or thereabouts?” Scott asked, now leaning into Robin.

“Yup,” Robin purred as his desire mounted. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, and his cock twitched in appreciation of Scott’s warm body rubbing up against him.

“And have I not fulfilled every one of your requirements so far?” Scott whispered into Robin’s ear while he snaked both hands around Robin’s slim waist and cupped his ass cheeks, rubbing them in ever widening circles.

“Oh, not everyone.”

“I was waiting for the agent to leave before I could fulfill this last one.” Scott turned Robin gently and pulled him into the kitchen. “Have you noticed the color scheme in this kitchen?” Scott asked innocently. “The beautiful granite countertops?”

“No, why?” Robin replied, playing along.

“Maybe if you got a little closer, you’d appreciate the fine workmanship,” Scott said while he spun Robin around and sort of draped him over the kitchen counter. He made short order of Robin’s clothing, stripping him bare from the waist down.

Robin waited, secretly thrilled by Scott’s attempt to top him. It was always a surprise when Scott took the initiative. There was never any rhyme or reason to the timing, so each incident was always like a first time.

Scott whispered in his ear, “Spread your legs for me, Red.”

Robin shut his eyes and groaned, widening his stance. He still had problems letting go whenever Scott took the reins, but once it happened, it was amazing. He couldn’t get enough of Scott’s mouth on him, his warm tongue lapping around the soft puckered skin, sending bolts of lightning throughout his body. He loved the needy, wet, sucking noises Scott made as he feasted on him. It was a huge turn-on to know how much Scott wanted to please him. “God, that feels so good,” Robin hissed as Scott penetrated him with two fingers, sliding them around to loosen him for easier access.

“Like that, Red?”

“Yes, don’t stop.” God, don’t ever stop!

. Bonds of Love is available at Dreamspinner Press and other major retailers.