Monday, June 3, 2013

The Yellow Rope and a giveaway!


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:

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!
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.
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.