Sunday Snippet

 

Today's snippet is from my novel, Cleave. This is the third book in the Cutting Cords Series. The books should be read in order for maximum enjoyment. They are available on AMAZON and a free read with your Kindle Unlimited subscription

Blurb

On New Year’s Eve, Cole Fujiwara stands vigil at his father’s deathbed while his wife, gives birth to twin boys. Cole has honored his family duty and provided the requisite heirs, but now he’s trapped in an increasingly demanding role as husband and father, and missing what he wants most -- the man he's never stopped loving.

Sloan Driscoll has struggled to find harmony in his D/s relationship with Trent Hamilton. The rules and etiquette of the lifestyle have been challenging, but Trent has figured out what cranks his boy’s chain. Sloan is determined to please his master, until he comes face to face with Cole for the first time in nine months.

The encounter means different things to each of them. To Cole, it’s the first step on the path to a reunion. To Sloan, it’s a terrible mistake, one he confesses immediately. And for Trent, it’s the bitter realization that a powerful connection between the former lovers still exists. When Trent issues an ultimatum, Sloan must decide what he's willing to do to save the relationship. But if Sloan stays with Trent, how can Cole ever hope to find happiness again?

Snippet

There had been no news from Camp Fujiwara since the breakup in London nine months ago, and it had taken me just as long to get my submissive-in-training to come to terms with the end of his long-standing relationship. Sloan could finally discuss his past without breaking down, and now our peace of mind was about to be disturbed by Cole’s reappearance. What in hell did the asshole want? And why in fuck did Sloan still keep his number, and more importantly, why hadn’t he ditched that particular ringtone?

Sloan walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and froze. He gaped at the phone in my hand and darted a quick look at my face to gauge my mood. When he saw nothing more alarming than a raised eyebrow, he heaved a sigh of relief and reached for the phone just as the caller disconnected.

“I wonder what he wants,” Sloan mused.

“Are you going to return the call?”

“I suppose I should.”

“Why?”

Dove-gray eyes flared in defiance but banked just as quickly. “What if it’s important?” Sloan suggested.

“What if it’s not?”

“Please, let me call him.”

“Not yet,” I said, bracing for an argument. “Anything he has to say can wait until after your meditation.”

“Sir, it’ll only take a second,” Sloan protested, clutching the phone and looking slightly panicked. “He’s never called before.”

Shaking my head, I took the phone out of his hand and tossed it back on the nightstand. “The reason I have you meditate first thing in the morning is to get you in the right frame of mind.”

“But―”

“Sloan, listen to me. I won’t have you disrupting your schedule over a phone call. I want you grounded before you talk to him.”

I could see all the emotions warring in Sloan’s expressive eyes as he wrestled with his decision, but I was satisfied when my boy took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sank to his knees in front of me. Seeing him assume the rudimentary submissive pose―hands clasped behind his back and bowed head―was always a thrill, but this morning’s surrender was particularly sweet and deserved a reward.

I lifted his chin and bent down to kiss him softly on the mouth. “Thank you.” He responded immediately, opening his mouth and allowing my tongue to slip in. Submitting did not come easily to Sloan, but it was one side of his personality I’d awakened, and it had grown and blossomed under my care. I stepped away from him reluctantly and resumed my meditation stance.