Punishing himself for a horrific past that is not his fault, bestselling author Alexander Montgomery seeks redemption and love—and perhaps he will find it.
Famous author though he may be, Alexander Montgomery is not someone you take home to meet your mother. Seriously flawed, damaged by a horrific past, he’s trying hard to claw his way back to normality. But how can anyone respect what he truly is? His therapy involves regular sessions at Study in Scarlet, an exclusive S&M club.
Then comes Sage. Tall, with black hair and blue eyes, an up-and-coming actor with impossible charm and boy-next-door good looks, he’s the perfect choice to play the leading man in a TV adaptation of Alex’s latest best-seller. Even more, he is a man you introduce to your family. Which Alex would do—if he weren’t taken by another man who offers the punishments Alex prays will wipe away the past and make him the person he wants to be. Yet, perhaps there is another path to redemption. If only the solution would reach out and touch him.
Baroque figures scattered about the room watched Alex and Eric with dead eyes, their faces pastel white and non-judgmental. The sheer opulence of the room was overwhelming.
But for Alex, this place was not about the décor or the ambience. His world revolved around the four square feet he stood on and the man standing in front of him. Eric wore a look of sheer avarice. This constituted Alex’s solace and universe when he was here. Alex’s body was bound right in the centre of this sacred space, his arms outstretched and secured to the cross. The green silk ropes binding his wrists were tight, the long, loose ends trailing down his arm, brushing his body as he moved. It tickled, the sensation sometimes driving him crazy. His legs were spread apart, ankles secured to large, golden hoops on the floor, the same type of silk ties binding them fast. He was almost on tiptoes and the muscles in his long, strong legs threatened to cramp and seize up with the effort.
Eric lifted Alex’s chin with one hand. “Look at me!” he commanded , brushing his fingertips against Alex’s two-day-old stubble.
Alex levelled his eyes to Eric’s, and he lost his breath at the greedy look in them. Not for the first time Alex wondered whether these sessions were for him or for Eric. The lines between customer and seller seemed to blur. The other man seemed to take such special pleasure in Alex.
Eric spoke huskily. “I’m going to let you go now. You know what to do.” He reached up, untying Alex’s arms and dropping the ties onto the floor. Alex stood unsteadily before him. Eric motioned imperiously with his hand. Alex walked over to the large four-poster bed in the corner of the room , lying down on his stomach and turning his head away from Eric, his arms above his head. The silk sheets felt cool and slippery against his skin, soothing the welts and injuries on the front of his body. His cock was hard, needy and he desperately wanted release. He pressed himself harder into the bed, trying to ease the ache and throbbing in his groin.
Review (originally published November 15th 2013)
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About the Author
Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested. Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.