Thanks for inviting me
over Stacy. I love to go visiting.
Living in Scotland I'm
spoiled for choice where I chose to set my stories. And of course I end up with
so many set near where I live,
As someone said to me,
blimey, your neck of the woods isn't half kinky! I seem to have created two
BDSM clubs in Glasgow, (The Dance Studio and Dommissimma) and one in a restored
castle not too many miles away.
That's Diomhair, which is
Gaelic for Secret, and the castle I based it on is about 15 miles from where I
live.
I hold my hand up and
admit though, I do mix my scenery up at bit. I don't want some poor
unsuspecting homeowner to be faced with someone wanting to look around his
house.
My first book in the
Diomhair series has just been released.
Diomhair.
Secret. What's happens
there stays there.
It doesn't matter whether
you want to learn or teach, be in control or controlled, Diomhair could be the
place for you.
The ruined castle deep in
the Scottish countryside had been rebuilt into an exclusive, private, BDSM club,
where people could learn about and enjoy the lifestyle.
Not everyone approved,
and not everyone appreciated it, but for those who did and fit the criteria, it
was somewhere to go and be themselves, relax and play.
And if you found love
there, your own perfect match, well that could only be a bonus.
For isn't the secret to
true love the biggest secret of all?
Book One is Secrets
Shared.
Jess is looking forward
to her night out. Anticipation turns to dismay when she finds out she is being
taken to a BDSM club. After a disastrous
experience in her past, Jess wants nothing to do with the life style.
David is doing a favour
for a friend, and he is instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced
Dom recognizes Jess's bluster for what it is—Fear. There is no doubt in his
mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take
some doing.
When Jess does give into
her secret desires, can she truly let go, and be the sub David is looking for,
or will she hold onto her secrets?
David is determined to
help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. Will she break his heart or can they
find a common ground from which to build a relationship.
Here's a wee tease
“Look, if I have to go to this stupid place, can we
get it over and done with?” Jess tapped her toes. “I’ve better things to do
with my time than spend it somewhere like that.” And, her tone inferred, with
people like David.
David stared at her until she fidgeted. He looked down
at her feet until the tapping ceased then raised his glance to her face once
more.
“Don’t knock what you don’t know, pet.” He used the
sobriquet on purpose, and as he’d expected, she bristled. Like a hedgehog—my
God, she’s prickly.
“Woof woof, and don’t call me that. My name is Jess,
and if you insist on not using it, you can go whistle.”
David wondered just what she’d do if he put her over
his knee? If it hadn’t been for the worried expression on Kath’s face, he might
well have challenged Jess. Not now, plenty of time for that later.
“Jess, please,” Kath said in a soft voice. “Argue with
Jeff not David. He’s been asked to drive us, nothing else.”
Jess bit her lip.
One day I’ll show you what happens to subs who
mutilate themselves like that. Subs? David had never been so certain about something in his life. Not
only that, if she opened up and admitted it, he knew damned fine who would be
her Dom.
“Well?” He kept his tone harsh, and couldn’t help but
enjoy the trickle of satisfaction that filled him as she swallowed hard and
eventually inclined her head.
“Fine, okay and under protest. But only so I can tell
Jeff where he can shove his investments.” She slid into the back seat and held
her handbag across her front like body armour. With an apologetic glance at
David, Kath followed her.
He made a mental note to ask Jeff about her later. His
remit from the owner of Secrets— he still couldn’t get his tongue around
Diomhair and used the English word—had been brief. Could he collect his partner
and his sister and bring them to the club. Jeff had mentioned his sister was
part owner and had never visited before. What he’d neglected to mention was her
antagonism. As David drove along the road it hit him in waves.
“Not a chance, Kath. No fucking way. You’re screwy,
hell are you expecting me to agree to that? Well, sorry and no dice.”
The fierce argument held behind him didn’t add to his
hope that not only was she a willing owner, but she might be a willing
participant in what happened between the walls of Secrets. And she needs to
sort the swearing out. If there was one thing David didn’t like it was foul
language coming from such an attractive mouth.
“You’ve got to. Everyone does at first.”
“No, not in a million years.” The statement was
emphatic, and he wondered just what Kath had said to Jess. “Then just stop the
car and let me out, now.”
A thump on his shoulder made him jerk and wince. It
seemed the lady meant what she said and packed a mean punch for emphasis.
He looked in the mirror to see Kath’s distressed face
glare at him in a ‘don’t you dare stop’ look. He didn’t.
“Hey, are you deaf? I said stop the bloody car.”
A second, harder thump was enough to make him jerk the
steering wheel, and the car swerved. David swore under his breath and
controlled it in one swift movement. He began to dream up punishments he’d be
more than happy to dish out. Along the lines of the lovely Jessica wide open
for him, her hands bound and her ass full.
you can find me at www.ravenmcallan.com
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