Synopsis:
Paul and Hamish are at it and at each other, again in the
third installment of A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly’s best-selling BDSM Voyages series.
Paul and Hamish may be married but that doesn’t mean their sex
life has to be a snore fest. These guys always give each other exactly what
they need when they can find time in their busy lives. In between feeding
Hamish’s ravenous, pregnant sister, and negotiating relationships with
deadbeat, rock star fathers, the lovers are always looking for ways to spice
things up.
This time, overworked Paul is in for it when Hamish decides to
take him on a special retreat that involves a yurt, a Peruvian shaman, and some
noxious liquid that wipes out all limits to the imagination. Independence Day
never saw anything like this coming!
Excerpt:
I walked out of the plant at two in the morning. It was at
this point that I permitted myself to feel it. I was dead tired and it was
chilly. I regretted not bringing a jacket but then I hadn’t expected it to take
so damn long, or for the night to turn cold. I had to keep reminding myself
that for a coastal state, California was desert. Outside, I put up the top of
the convertible and texted the office with a reminder to bill the plant and
also make a report in the morning.
When I pulled up into our driveway, I turned off the engine
and closed my eyes. I almost fell asleep there. I think I would have if not for
who I knew was waiting for me inside. Although, I was pretty sure Hamish had
conked out at this hour. With all the energy I had left, I walked up to the
door and put the key in the lock. Thankfully, Hamish had left the alarm off.
I walked inside, locked the door and set the alarm. As I
climbed the stairs I noticed a light on in the master bedroom. Hamish sometimes
fell asleep reading so I tried to be quiet anyway as I crept in. I paused, my
brow wrinkling as I heard a low buzzing sound coming from the bed. My eyes
widened when I saw Hamish lying flat on his back with his slave collar on. He’d
attached the collar’s chain to the bed post. Two other chains with nipple
clamps lay on his chest. I guess he expected me to do the honors by installing
those.
I smiled as I came around to the bottom of the bed. Both his
legs were raised and spread wide in the air, resting on leather stirrups we’d
attached overhead. A rather large vibrating butt plug protruded from his ass,
and his cock was strapped nicely with a studded leather cuff.
“Your hands are free,” I said, my cock stiffening as I slowly
ran my gaze over him.
He smiled. “I can fight if you try anything I don’t like.”
Hamish used to be a boxer. No one messed with him unless he
wanted it. Right now, he wanted it…badly. “So you’ve been busy.”
“You told me to stay awake, remember?”
“All this for me,” I said, straddling his waist and grabbing
both wrists. He was breathing hard as he looked up at me. I wasn’t so tired
anymore. I reached over to get the padded cuffs we had tucked behind the bed. I
brought up one and attached his wrist. Hamish made quite a show of struggling.
I attached the other cuff and leaned back. “My, my, all mine
to play with.”
“I’ll scream,” he threatened with that gleam in his eyes. “A
stranger coming into my house to have his way with me. If I make a lot of
noise,” Hamish explained, “the police will come.”
“Not if they can’t hear you, they won’t,” I whispered.
A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance
might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to
write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are
spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped
Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste test
every cupcake in the universe to produce over 200 published gay erotic romance
novels.
A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on
Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not
writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and
spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.
D.J. Manly
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of
my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told
stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between
consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but
one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite
of the odds is what really turns me on.
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