What are the three
words that can get the heart thumping, send blood pressure though the roof, and
make the very breath in your chest freeze? That can make a grown person yell
with unabashed joy, have their hands shake with excitement, and bring tears to
their eyes in relief? What are three little words that are worth their weight
in gold?
That’s right… a long
weekend.
Those
three little words are some of the most
important in our vocabulary, aren’t they? I no longer work, but when I did… I
lived for three-day weekends. Yes, yes, I had summers off because I taught, but
those weekends made the other ten months somewhat bearable.
This story is about
life getting in the way of a relationship and two men who refuse to continue to
let that happen. It’s about reconnecting and the joy of finding themselves once
again and meeting their needs. And yes, there is humor, lol. Sometimes, a three-day
weekend can be a life savior, lol.
Cover by Angela Waters. And can I say just how much I love it??? ;)
Giveaway: Just leave me a comment and a email addy. :) I'll pick a winner for the PDF copy on Thursday.
~Side note:
~Side note:
Some of you may remember a short version of The
Yellow rope ran on my blog as a Wednesday Brief. The ebook has stuff added, so
it’s not the same as before. Now you get to know Gage and Luke better. There’s
more background. J
But… the scene at the cow pond is still there, lol.
Gage had a run-in with a bull. Well, life can be stranger than fiction because there
*was* a bull who went after my hubby while we fished at a cow pond about twenty
years ago. I made it to the truck, the hubby didn’t. The bull and hubby had a
stare off… Bull at one end of the truck and hubby at the other, lol.
*grin* I still pick on him about that!
Blurb:
A
cranky submissive...
Luke
Walker is tired. He spends long hours between his job as a teacher assistant at
an elementary school and helping out his family at their restaurant. Coupled
with the fact that his degree is going to waste, he’s discouraged and fatigued
by too much work and endless southern heat, and not enough time spent with his
live-in partner.
An
understanding Dom...
Gage
Holt has been on both sides of the fence. He believes that in order to be a
good Dom, one has to understand being a sub. Unfortunately, he’s had some bad
experiences in pursuit of that knowledge, and suffered a great deal. But that’s
in the past now.
A long
weekend...
Three
little days... Gage is determined to see that his man gets what he needs in
every way he can give it to him. Anything to remove the dark circles from
beneath his beautiful eyes. For the next seventy-two hours, he’s going to
pamper his boy—in his way. He’ll fight a bull that hates him, battle with a
crusty old woman at a gift shop who snubs him, and deal with the never-ending
lack of money just to bring the shine back to Luke’s eyes.
Luke will
relax and have some fun, even if Gage has to tie him to whatever flat surface
happens to be handy.
Excerpt:
Luke, knowing that tone, opened his mouth as Gage
demanded. Gage fed him, also taking time to tease the hard shaft trapped in his
night pants that trembled with need, or flick nipples that begged to be
touched. Good grief, the man had more hands than an octopus.
Luke stayed quiet as he ate, but made a point to
swirl his tongue around the fork or nip Gage’s fingers when they fed him pieces
of bread. He knew he was driving Gage insane—he could see the lust shining in
Gage’s eyes.
“I’m tempted to chuck the rest of the night’s plans
just so I can have that mouth on my prick—now. Damn, I’ve had never had anyone
who can deep throat the way you can, boy.” The more Luke licked the fork, the
more pronounced the bulge in Gage’s pants became.
Just when he thought he was getting the upper hand,
Gage leaned in and kissed him. So much for that. He should’ve known better.
Luke moaned as Gage occasionally kissed his lips, his tongue tracing the seam,
then flitting away before Luke could do anything. The endless teasing continued
through dinner. Luke was actually surprised when he looked down and saw his
plate was nearly empty.
And Gage looked like he was ready to push Luke to
his knees and fuck his face. “By the time you go back to work, I promise you’ll
be rested and totally relaxed—and possibly walking funny.”
A small smile played around Luke’s lips. “Walking is
overrated anyhow, Sir.”
Gage stood, holding his empty plate and Luke’s.
“Remember you said that, boy.”
“I know that look. Can I ask what you’re planning?”
Gage walked toward the kitchen with the empty
plates. “You can ask, don’t mean you’ll get told.” Gage returned with a long
black cloth and a smirk. “But I’m willing to bet you’ll like it. I know I
will.”
“Oh, boy.”
Soon there was nothing but darkness as Gage tied the
blindfold around his head. Luke’s other senses heightened—the musky smell of
aroused man, the soft breath that whispered across the back of his neck, his
own body waiting in anticipation of being touched, cool air that caressed his
heated skin, the hardness of the chair under him, movements nearby…
Then Luke’s hands were gently grasped and pulled
behind him. Ropes tied each wrist to the chair. He couldn’t see, but he’d bet
money the rope was yellow. Fingers opened his night pants and pulled out his
soft shaft.
“Ohhh, boy.” Luke groaned again as he heard Gage sit
down next to him.
