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Friday, November 24, 2017

Enticing Journey Book Promotions Presents: Beg by Eden Butler; #CoverReveal, ComingSoon

Title: Beg
Series: God of Rock #2
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 19, 2017
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I am a liar. My words were poison and everything I touched got filthy. Except Iris. 

She was the best part of who I was. The only bright spark in my dull, gray world. 

But denial made me stupid and a cruel insult destroyed everything I hoped to have with the girl of my dreams. 

Now I will crawl on my knees and grovel because sometimes, even rock Gods have to beg.

She was starlight, bright and brilliant and out of my fucking reach. There was a hardness to those beautiful features now, a glint of something distant I’d never be able to take from her face.

Didn’t mean I wouldn’t try.

“You good, mami?”

The endearment bothered her, had Iris jerking a glare my way and I couldn’t decide if I loved or hated it.

“Don’t.” It was all she said, all that seemed able to move beyond the anger and bitterness that had tightened the muscles around her mouth. I did that. I’d caused all that rage, all that venom. I should take it for the medicine it was; gulp it down because I deserved it. But Iris was my past, the sweetest and best part of who I hoped like hell I could be again. More than that, she was my end game, my forever more. I’d do anything to have her back, anything at all to deserve her again.

I took two steps—slow, careful, like she was a landmine easily triggered by the wrong words, the wrong look from me. The closer I came, the straighter her back went and I knew not to push. She hated me and I understood why. I got that I’d done something unforgiveable.

“If saying sorry was enough, it’d be the first thing I’d utter every time I opened my mouth.”

She kept silent, staring straight ahead, watching the nurses shuffle around their reception area, thumbing through files, answering phones. I could only watch her, profile sharp, face tense, but none of that lessened that beautiful lines of her face or the sweet swell of precise features that gave her the look of a statue—something formed with love and care, something far too beautiful for this ugly world.

Blinking brought images straight to my mind of Iris and me, her laughter, her smile and how many times I’d put it there; how often it was my words, my music, my jokes that kept her face lit up and sweet. But that had been a long damn time ago and I hadn’t been the cause of anything remotely similar to those expressions.

“Sorry means nothing,” she started, focus still on the movement of activity around us. “Especially when it comes alone.”


She nodded once and her voice was tight, the inflection shaking with what felt like anger to me. “Words are just words, sounds and syllables that fade to nothing. Actions. Deeds. Those are the things that matter.”

“Tell me what to do,” I said, moving closer than I should have, making Iris step away from me. “Please.”

Iris inhaled, wetting her lips with her tongue before she shot one sharp, furious glare at me. “Forget you know me and for God’s sake, Jamie, leave me the hell alone.”

The click of her boots sounded like slaps against my face as she moved down the hallway, further and further away, and I fought the urge to chase after her. Her hair was longer now, sliding against her back, grazing her waist as she moved. I wanted to tangle all that hair between my fingers. I wanted to know if that honeysuckle scent still hung in her hair.

“Sorry,” I told her, knowing she was too far away to hear me. “You can’t forget the only good you’ve ever known, mami.” I walked forward, scrubbing my face as I watched her. “Forgetting you is that last thing I’ll do.” 

Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. 

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. 

She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. 

Please send help.



Wednesday, November 22, 2017

HEA PR & More Presents: Trading Yesterday by Kahlen Aymes; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #Live


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Something inside me snapped.

"Chase, I need you.  Please, come."

Teagan's words screamed from the screen of my phone. My heart started pounding and I started to sweat. I felt like I might pass out as I was sucked into a vortex of emotions and memories I'd tried desperately to forget. 

Teagan Tessler was the love of my life. My professional soccer career was a big part of the future we planned to have together, but an offer with Arsenal, one of England's premier soccer teams, sent me to London a year ahead of schedule. Just months after I left, Teagan betrayed me with my best friend without an explanation.  I was completely and utterly destroyed.

Six years later, I can finally breathe again and my professional and personal life is in a good place; but, now this.  I'd  have to be insane to even consider ripping open those old wounds, but whatever she needed, it had to be huge.

The truth of my feelings resonated: I should shut off the phone and forget her forever, but my traitorous heart told me to get on a plane, no questions asked.

One decision can ruin your life... Maybe another one can save it.

From USA Today bestselling author, Kahlen Aymes, Trading Yesterday is a sexy roller coaster of emotion, ultimate loss, desperate longing, betrayal and forgiveness that will restore your faith in unconditional love.  You'll be left gasping for more!  The Remembrance Trilogy readers will love this book.



USA Today bestselling author, Kahlen Aymes, writes HOT romance in New Adult, Adult Contemporary, and Erotica genres. Her books bring to life strong and sassy heroines & swoon-worthy, panty dropping alpha males! She is a master at making her readers FEEL as if they are living within the pages.

Kahlen has been on several bestseller lists including Barnes & Noble, Amazon Top 100 Paid at #2, Smashwords, Publisher's Weekly, iBooks, and USA Today! She has won multiple awards for writing and has a BSBA in Marketing & Business Administration.

She is an avid reader, baker, roller skater and karaoke singing single mother of one daughter and two golden retrievers. 

When she isn't writing she loves interacting with her readers! 

Count on Kahlen to deliver strong, relatable characters, deep and detailed plots, and emotion overflow! 


Social Butterfly PR Presents: The British Knight by Louise Bay; #Teaser, #ComingSoon, #PreOrder

The British Knight, an all-new contemporary romance by Louise Bay is coming December 5th!!!

When I’m offered the chance to leave New York to live in London for three months, I can’t pack my suitcase fast enough.

As soon as I touch down I’m obsessing over red telephone boxes, palaces and all the black cabs.

But my favorite place is the tube. It’s wall-to-wall hot British men in suits.

When I’m offered a temporary job working for a barrister, I say, sign me up.

On my first commute into work, it’s a total accident when I lose my balance and fall against the most handsome Brit alive. He’s as charming as James Bond and as suave as Mr. Darcy. I want to lick tea from his hard abs and listen to his accent all night long.

Turns out Mr. Handsome is my new boss. And his attitude isn’t as hot as his gorgeous face, broad shoulders and tight ass. He’s brooding, short-tempered and the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.

As we’re fighting, out of nowhere he kisses me. And I’m pretty sure I see fireworks over Big Ben and hear God Save the Queen.

I wasn’t looking for the fairytale but I might have found my knight in shining armor. The problem is he lives an ocean away.

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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

InkSlinger PR Presents: Cold Fear by Toni Anderson; #SaleBlitz, #OutNow, #Free, #LimitedTime

If you love romantic suspense or if you're a Criminal Minds junkie, you have got to get your hands on Toni Anderson's Cold Justice series! And luckily for you, COLD FEAR is available for free for a limited time!

ColdFear_ToniAnderson_FINALAbout COLD FEAR:

2016 Daphne Du Maurier Award For Excellence In Mystery/Romantic Suspense finalist and Bookseller's Best Award finalist.

A relentless FBI profiler hunts a vicious killer.

When old evidence turns up on a fresh corpse, ASAC Lincoln Frazer is determined it won’t delay the execution of a convicted serial killer. But when more young women are brutally slain, it becomes clear—this new killer is intimately familiar with the old murders.

A dedicated emergency physician hides a dark secret.

Former Army Captain Dr. Isadora Campbell helped her mother conceal a terrible crime. After her mother’s death, Izzy resigned her commission and returned to the Outer Banks to raise her rebellious teenage sister. But it doesn’t take long for Izzy to suspect that someone knows exactly what she did, all those years ago.

If they work together, maybe no one else will die.

With pressure mounting to reopen the old case, Frazer will use any means possible to catch the killer. Thrust together during the investigation, he and Izzy find themselves reluctantly attracted to one another, and begin an affair. Meanwhile the killer is much closer than they think. Izzy’s confession of her secret drives Frazer away as he struggles with her deception. By the time he realizes he’s fallen in love with the stubborn woman, the killer has her. Now the race is on to save Izzy, and any chance of a future they might have together.

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Did you know the first book in the Cold Justice series is available for free? Get your hands on A COLD DARK PLACE!

About Toni Anderson:

New York Times and USA Today international bestselling author, Toni Anderson, writes dark, gritty Romantic Suspense novels that have hit #1 in Barnes & Noble's Nook store, the Top 10 in Amazon and Kobo stores, and the Top 50 in iBooks. Her novels have won many awards. A former Marine Biologist from Britain, she inexplicably ended up in the geographical center of North America, about as far from the ocean as it is possible to get. She now lives in the Canadian prairies with her Irish husband and two children and spends most of her time complaining about the weather.

Toni has no explanation for her oft-times dark imagination, and only hopes the romance makes up for it. She's addicted to reading, dogs, tea, and chocolate.

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InkSlinger PR Presents: Driving Whiskey Wild by Melissa Foster; #CoverReveal, #ComingSoon, #PreOrder

Today we’ve got the gorgeous cover reveal of Driving Whiskey Wild by Melissa Foster! Check it out and be sure to preorder your copy today!

Title: Driving Whiskey Wild
Author: Melissa Foster 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: February 21, 2018

About Driving Whiskey Wild:

Driving Whiskey Wild is a captivating story of healing, trust, and finding everlasting love in the most unlikely places.

Special Forces veteran and Dark Knights Motorcycle Club member Bullet Whiskey lives to protect his family, their bar, and the residents of his small hometown. He’s rough, unapologetic, and haunted by a secret, painful past. He’s also a master at keeping people away, and when his sister hires gorgeous and sweet Finlay Wilson to help expand their biker bar, he knows just how to get rid of her.

After losing her boyfriend and her father, Finlay moves back to her hometown to be closer to the little family she has left. She needs her temporary job at Whiskey Bro’s to get her catering business off the ground, and she’s determined not to let the gruff, arrogant mountain of a man Bullet Whiskey scare her off.

Finlay is everything Bullet has never wanted. She’s afraid of his dog, afraid of motorcycles, and sweet enough to give him cavities, but as she weaves her way into the hearts of everyone around him, he’s powerless to resist her charms. Passion ignites, but trust doesn’t come easily, and when their pasts collide, Bullet finds out the true meaning of protecting those he loves.

About Melissa Foster:

Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance and women's fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Readers adore Melissa's fun, flirty, and sinfully sexy, award-winning big family romance collection, LOVE IN BLOOM featuring the Snow Sisters, Bradens, Remingtons, Ryders, Seaside Summer, Harborside Nights, and the Wild Boys After Dark. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Melissa also writes sweet and clean romance under the pen name Addison Cole.

Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.

Melissa is available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her readers. Visit Melissa on social media or her personal website.

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RBTL Presents: Girl Within Girl: Healing by S.P. Aruna; #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #99Pennies, #Review, #Giveaway

Title: Healing
Author: S. P. Aruna
Series: Girl within Girl Book 2
Genre: Erotic Thriller 
Publisher: BookBaby
Release Date: Sept 3 2017
Edition ~ 1st /Formats ~ eBook
Rating:  4 Stars
Told in the first person.  Alternating persons.

**** Disclosure of Material: I received a final and/or advanced reader copy of this book from RBTL Book Promotions and the Author/Publisher with the hope that I will leave my Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... My Opinions. I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising". *****


Trapped in a mountain cabin with three, possibly four, women...every guy's dream, right? Or could it turn out to be a nightmare?

Dr. Sean Paisley needs to find out how to bring these women together - his survival depends on it. To make matters worse, he's in love with all of them...made passionate love to all of them. Throw in a nasty grizzly bear and the dark forces of the government and the situation becomes even more dire.

In the end, he was stuck with Belinda, a hysterical, suicidal, homicidal maniac of a person, confined together in the wilderness of the onset of winter. Now both their lives were at stake.

** Girl Within Girl is a dark erotic thriller that wanders through a sensual maze of manipulation and mind control. **

Dr. Sean Paisley has a relationship with Katrina that you see if you’ve read book one.  In order to understand these characters you must read Unraveling first.  You will have a better understanding as you start learning where our characters are and what continues to unfold.  Plus Dr. Paisley is the one that may be able to help us answer any questions that may have come up with the first book.

I love that our characters still seem to be talking to us – makes us a part of what is being revealed.  Katrina is still fighting with Cherry and Anisa but we also have the mystery of a woman named Belinda.  Finding there’s another character to this growing story will grab your attention – looking to see where this mystery will take you.

Just like the previous story, the author adds in an erotic element.  Those moments never seem out of place.  They fit in perfectly with the characters she has created.  And before I knew it the ending was upon me and found it unsettling because I didn’t want it to end.  But I understand that the author doesn’t want to drag anything out because it would change the feel of the story.  I’ll just have to wait to see what else she has up her sleeve.

Dr. Sean Paisley
The valium, together with my weariness, knocked me off my ass. I thought I was good until morning. I was wrong. In the depths of the night, which I consider to be around 3:00 AM, I woke up to a shadowy figure looming over me, a feminine outline against the pale moonlight streaming through the front window. Her arm was outstretched, an object in her hand - a gun - Anisa’s gun, pointed at my head, but I sensed it wasn’t Anisa holding it. “Belinda?”
 “I can’t stand it anymore, all those horrible memories, playing over and over in my head, its torture. It has to end now, doctor. It’s a nightmare but I know how to end it...for the both of us.”
“No, listen, there’s another way.” I had to think fast, I needed to call one of the alter personalities, but who? Neither Katrina nor Cherry knew how to handle a gun. They might freak out and shoot me accidentally. It had to be Anisa. After all, it was her gun. “One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.”
The woman in the dark remained motionless as my heart pumped like a jackhammer. After what seemed like forever, she lowered her arm. “Very careless of you, Doc, leaving my gun around.” 
She startled me as she stepped forward, but it was only to switch on the lights. She opened the gun and emptied the bullets from the revolver. I got up from my bed, a deerskin mat on the floor, and she handed all of it to me.
“Hide that from all of us, including me. At this point the gun’s more of a risk than protection.”

Monday, November 20, 2017

Pure Textuality PR Presents: Only You by Tmonique Stephens; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #Live, #Giveaway

Only You
by Tmonique Stephens
Series: Unhallowed # 2.0
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Independent
Publication Date: November 20, 2017

Banned from Heaven. Escaped from Hell. They are UnHallowed.

As the looming battle between the demon hordes and the UnHallowed intensifies, so does Amaya’s feelings for Bane. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with an UnHallowed, but the attraction is undeniable…as is the danger. Good thing he keeps pushing her away, underestimating her at every turn, which fuels her resolve and strengthens her to do what she must—save the world.
The world be damned. For millennia, Bane’s one purpose was to reclaim his grace and his place in the Celestial Army. Then he met Amaya. Created for one purpose, she is the key to defeating their enemies, but the cost is too great if it places her life in danger. He will do whatever is necessary to protect her, because nothing else matters.
Time is closing in. The balance of power is shifting. Amaya and Bane can either unleash their spiraling passions and fortify their bond, or lead themselves and all the UnHallowed to utter destruction.


The UnHallowed Series



About Tmonique Stephens:

I wrote my first novel about a reporter and a hockey player after the U.S. hockey team won gold in the 1980 Olympics. I love writing flawed characters who reflect the emotional baggage we all carry. I write complicated stories for complicated people. Paranormal romances and fantasy novels are my favorite genre. I’ll read anything about fairies, demons, or angels, but I also enjoy Stephen King and Preston and Childs.
I’m hooked on Lucifer, The Backlist, The Strain, Vikings, Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, and BlindSpot. I can’t get enough of these shows!
I was born in St. Thomas USVI, but grew up in The Bronx, New York one mile from Yankee Stadium. I love SyFy, the History channels, and Asian cuisine. But my heart and stomach longs for anything from the Caribbean.

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Pump Up Your Book Presents: The Rehabilitation of Master Dillion by P. Nelson; #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #Review

Author: P Nelson
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 102
Genre: Erotic Romance/BDSM
Rating:  4 Stars

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from Pump Up Your Book and the author.  I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.  I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255:  "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising".

The Rehabilitation of Master Dillon is another prequel novella to my debut novel Take My Hand. It would probably be beneficial to read Take My Hand first, but honestly, I think you can enjoy it as a stand alone.

Master Dillon is the resident porn star of the cage and at one time was the most famous Dom in the industry. Unfortunately, accusations of abuse by his former full time submissive and fellow adult performer threaten to ruin his career. More than this, Dillon is deeply affected by the idea he might have been abusing his former sub during their Dom/sub relationship and goes through a crisis of conscious.

Luckily for Master Dillon, his friends at The Cage, the most exclusive BDSM club in Vancouver, are more than willing to get Dillon back into his leather pants and spanking subs asses. The newly hired shrink of The Cage, Calla Jones guides Master Dillon through the steps he needs to get his confidence as a dominant partner back.

He is well on his way to recovery when his former submissive and accuser comes back into his life and threatens to take everything from Dillon once and for all.

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The Rehabilitation of Master Dillon is available at Amazon.

My Thoughts:

Dillon is trying to get back to normal.  But he has to get out of his comfort zone first.  At times I didn’t feel that he liked being told what to do but once he got into it he seemed to be able to handle things.  Even though this was not told in the first person, there’s no mistaking what he’s feeling.

There was some tug of war going on between a couple of the secondary characters and I found that I wanted to see where their story was going head.  But that didn’t overshadow the journey that Dillon needed to go on.  The only thing is there’s no clear message as to whether he’s found what he’s looking for or if his journey will continue.  The author is very bad – you’re left hanging.  She also has me questioning when we will get to know.  At least the series will continue since this book was just the prequel.

“Donnie, what do you think would have happened if you’d made contact with an actual person?”
Dillon stood staring at one of the men he was supposed to be training to use a
three-foot whip.
“I don’t know,” Donnie said sheepishly as he looked between the mannequin he
was practicing on and Dillon. Shaking his head and trying to gain control of his temper, Dillon stalked forward and put one arm around the shoulders of the
training mannequin.
“Let me explain it to you because you obviously didn’t read the material I sent
home with you last week.” Dillon’s throat was tight as he did his best not to yell at his student. “You would have fucking opened up her skin.” He enunciated
each word for impact. Donnie flinched. “Your poor sub would have needed stitches to sew her flesh back together. Is that what you want to do to some poor sub who has placed her trust in you?”
“No, Master Dillon,” the other man replied immediately. He appeared to be remorseful, but Dillon was not in the mood to ease the other man’s fears.
“Are you sure? Because we’ve been meeting for the past four weeks, and every
time it comes to a demonstration, you’re sloppy and ill-prepared.” Dillon stepped away from the mannequin and pointed a finger at Donnie. “I wouldn’t let you near my worst enemy’s sister. As it is, I think the mannequin has taken
enough of your abuse. If you don’t start taking this seriously, don’t bother coming back next week.”
“You’re going to kick me out of the class?” Donnie looked shocked. “Come on,
Master Dillon, you can’t kick me out. My girlfriend really wants this.”
Dillon’s jaw clenched tight for a second before he barked out, “What did we
discuss here on the first day, Paul?”
“We had to discuss the reasons why we were here and whether or not they were
the right reasons,” Paul, one of Dillon’s best students automatically replied.
Donnie’s shoulders slumped, and Dillon sighed. It wasn’t this guy’s fault. The
recent popularity of alternative lifestyles, not to mention a hugely successful
book series, had made kink cool. Unfortunately, not everyone who wanted to be a Dom could actually get there. The door to the room where he was holding his
evening BDSM training class opened, and a familiar woman stepped inside. He
ignored the newcomer and focused on Donnie.
“Donnie, everyone has been where you are right now.” He tried to make his voice seem sympathetic and soothing. “But the fact of the matter is that if you don’t take this training seriously, there’s no way in hell I’m going to sign you off
to play with a real, living, breathing person. You’re going to have to make a decision as to whether BDSM is for you regardless of your girlfriend’s feelings.”
“But she’ll dump me if you kick me out of this class.” Donnie’s shoulders slumped, and Dillon’s empathy button clicked on. “Listen, man, she has to
understand that maybe being a Dom isn’t for you. Why don’t you talk to Miss
Jones about other options in the BDSM world.” Dillon was not about to outright
suggest that Donnie was a sub and should let his girlfriend tie him up and beat
his ass. After all, they were in the middle of a group of dudes, and that was Calla’s job.
“We can discuss this with your girlfriend at the next couples meeting, Donnie,”
Calla Jones spoke from where she stood by the door. Dillon glanced in her direction with a look of relief. The psychologist for The Cage, the most exclusive BDSM club in
Vancouver merely nodded in return.
“All right, gentlemen.” Dillon focused on everyone else in the class. “We’re done for the evening. Keep practicing with your single tails. I want to see some marked improvement and read the chapters on flogging and blood circulation
for next week. See you then.” Dillon spoke to a couple of men with questions as
he packed up his black kit bag.
“It looked like you were having fun.” Calla approached once all the men left the room.
“You have to do something about Donnie. He’s not a Dom,” Dillon said to Calla.
“Why in hell did you let him into this class?”
“He wanted to try.” Calla shrugged a shoulder. “I told him he was more on the
submissive side, but he really wanted to give the whole Dom experience thing a
go. As I said in the beginning, I will bow to your experience on the matter. If you say Donnie is out, I will talk to him about joining the male submissive class.”
“Fine. I don’t want him here. He doesn’t do the work, and he could really hurt
someone,” Dillon said before bending down to start taking apart the stand for
the mannequin. “For that matter, I don’t think training junior Doms is really my thing.”
“Really? From where I was standing I thought you were doing a great job,” Calla
voice sounded as if she were smiling.
“What’s the point anyway, none of these guys will be playing at The Cage,” Dillon grumbled.
“We’re doing community outreach, remember. Teaching responsible and safe
practices in the BDSM community so people don’t get hurt. Just think of all the
subs’ asses you saved tonight.” Calla beamed down at Dillon as he looked up.
“That’s ten swats for swearing, sub,” he growled at her.
“I’m not your training sub anymore,” Calla pointed out.
 “Nope, but I’m still going to spank your ass if you get lippy,” Dillon’s smile was genuine as he took in the look of horror on Calla’s face when she realised he was serious. “Besides, are you going to play with any of the big bad Doms who are slobbering to get their hands on that backside of yours?” he asked even though he knew the answer.
“I’m not ready.” Calla’s voice had grown tight, and Dillon turned his attention
back to dismantling the stand. “Besides, I’m here to talk with you.”
“Our session isn’t until Thursday,” Dillon replied absently. He had been seeing
Calla as a shrink for a month or so now. She was helping him get past his issues with an ex-sub who accused him of abuse in the Dom/sub relationship.
“I realise that,” Calla responded and moved out of the way as Dillon stood up
and held the mannequin under one arm and the stand in the other hand. “But
you’ve made such good progress over the last few weeks, I think it’s time you
took your first steps towards being an actual Dom again.”
“Like having sex?” Dillon said with a hopeful voice. “When I agreed to not to have sex until you thought I was ready, I had no idea it would take so long to be ready. I mean, I haven’t had such a long dry spell since I was….” He thought about it for a minute. “Well, never actually. I’m a porn star, and before I was a porn star, I liked to have lots of sex.”
Calla smiled broadly at him, and her response made Dillon feel good. He was slowly learning to joke around again. “Yes, I think you’re ready to get back out there and have sex.”
A mixture of trepidation and excitement went through Dillon at the prospect of
having a submissive under his care. Working her body for his pleasure and hers.
He placed a false smile on his face. “Great, I can’t wait to tie up some poor sub and spank her ass.”
“That’s going to have to wait.” Calla’s expression grew serious.
“What do you mean? You said I could get back into the saddle again?” Dillon’s
eyes narrowed on her face. “Don’t tease me, woman.”
“Yeah, I said you could have sex again, Dillon. Vanilla sex.” Calla went over to where he had left his kit bag and winter jacket and picked them up. “I’ll help you to your car.” She walked to the door. Dillon was still dumbstruck as he followed her movements, his mind spinning over all the possibilities of this calamity. Calla opened the door and held it.
“I can’t.” Dillon finally said before shaking himself out of his stupor.
“You were rather excited by the prospect a moment ago,” Calla pointed out.
Dillon readjusted the mannequin under his arm and walked towards the door. “I was excited about the prospect of having normal sex with a woman or two. Not to, you know, go missionary on some chick.” He stepped into the corridor of the community centre, and he watched as Calla flicked the lights off. She turned
and handed him his jacket. He carefully balanced the mannequin against the wall and laid the stand on the ground before he shrugged into the warm garment quickly before picking up the mannequin and stand again.
“No bondage, no spankings.” Calla let the door fall shut behind her. “Anything
else is up for negotiation with whoever takes your fancy. There’s more to vanilla than just the missionary position.”
“But that’s the point.” Dillon felt his panic rising at the thought of just having sex with some woman. “There’s no contract, there’s no negotiation. How the hell am I supposed to know what she likes and doesn’t like?”
Calla laughed as they walked past the reception desk of the community centre
and a woman waved them off. “You’re going to have to do what all the rest of the men in the world do.”
“But they’re idiots,” Dillon announced as the fresh night air hit him. It was full winter in
Vancouver, and he could see frost already blanketed the ground. He stopped at the trunk of his Benz and fumbled around in the pocket of his jeans for his key fob. “Where the hell am I going to find someone to have vanilla sex with me? I haven’t even had vanilla sex since way before I started doing scenes on film.”
“I’m sure there are innumerable women who would be willing to have vanilla sex with you, Dillon.” Calla’s tone was less reassuring and more exasperated. “Just use that famous charm on some poor girl, and I’m sure you’ll be into her pants in no time.”
Dillon finally pulled the fob out and pressed the button for the trunk to open.
“Women have certain expectations when they fuck me, Calla.” Dillon wrestled the mannequin into the trunk of his car and was thankful it was only a torso. “They want the whole Master Dillon experience, not some vanilla rip-off.” He reached over and plucked his kit bag out of Calla’s hands and set it in the trunk
before shutting it.
“That’s exactly why you need to have some vanilla sex. Just once. You need to
go back to the beginning and remember what you loved about fucking in the first place.” Calla stood with her shoulders up around her ears to keep warm, and puffs of white cloud came out of her mouth as she spoke.
“Twenty smacks,” Dillon said automatically. He thought over everything she
said. Maybe she had a point. Besides, the thought of doing a scene at the moment still gave him cold sweats. “I’ll walk you to your car.” They were silent as they crossed the parking lot, and Calla unlocked the door to her car.
Dillon wanted to tell her she was crazy, and he still had loads of misgivings about trying to find a girl who would have vanilla sex with him, but Calla had really helped him during the past few weeks. She helped him even though he knew she was still hurting over his friend’s rejection of her submission. She was a great lady, and he owed it to her to see her therapy through.
“Yeah, ok, I’ll do it vanilla.” Dillon said as he heard her door lock disengage, and he opened her car door for her. “Assuming I can find someone to go missionary with me.”
Calla smiled and hugged him tightly. “You don’t have to go into details. I just want to know you did it.” She got into her seat. “I’ll see you at the club tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there with my vanilla on.” Dillon joked before shutting the door. He waited until Calla had started her car and driven out of the lot before he went over to his own vehicle. He got behind the wheel, locked the doors, and took his phone out of his jacket pocket. He held his breath as he looked at the screen. Eight text messages, one from his agent who was beyond eager to have him back working again and seven from Tiffany Moretz, aka. Holly Go Lightly, the architect of his current nightmare. Dillon threw the phone onto the passenger seat and started the car’s engine. He needed to get back to his loft in Yaletown, have a drink, and think about who the hell he was going to have some vanilla sex with.

P Nelson has just started her journey in Erotic Romance this year with her debut novel Take My hand. The Rehabilitation of Master Dillon is a prequel novel to Take My Hand focusing on the character of Master Dillon. Nelson calls Vancouver her hometown and is married with one young daughter. At 6.00 pm most days she can be found with a G&T in one hand and either her daughter or a good book in the other.

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