Yay! Wrapped in Leather is under contract with Dreamspinner. It's the first in a series of BDSM novels that start with "Wrapped in..."
The release date is Jan/Feb of 2014. It's a contemporary/BDSM novel that ended up in the 68K range. So that means it'll be released in eBook and print formats. In the story a Dom and a untrained sub find that trust, along with their love of leather, is the foundation a relationship is built on.
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A love for leather and Fate is the tie that binds. High school history teacher, Toshi Baylor, is having the day from hell. He's made reservations for a romantic evening with his lover, Ian, at The Steak House. But Fate can be a tricky lady. A canceled dentist appointment on a Friday afternoon provides Toshi the opportunity to start the weekend off with a bang. Toshi arrives unexpectedly at Ian’s, his boyfriends, apartment. But the ‘bang’ comes in the form of finding Ian cheating on him. Heartbroken and angry, Toshi still keeps his reservation at The Steak House... alone.
Fate isn’t through quite yet. Jase Taylor is alone too. He wants to find Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Now. His auto repair shop keeps him plenty busy. Then there’s the BDSM club he’s a member of, Wrapped Up. Jase is a Dom who has a love of leather, but frankly, even the subs at his club have lost their appeal. Plus, having your own business isn’t all fun and games. He’s had the day from hell. So he feels the need to unwind with a good meal, and he calls in a reservation at The Steak House.
Bring on the weekend. Somehow wires get crossed thanks to similar last names and Jase is left without a reservation. Toshi and Jase end up eating dinner together. And what begins as a meal becomes so much more.
Excerpt:
Toshi
pulled in the parking lot and found a place up front. Yanking the collar of his
coat up, he hurried to the front door of the restaurant. Being a Friday
evening, the place was already packed. Good thing he’d made a reservation. Just
as he reached for the door handle, he heard the low, sexy growl of a motorcycle
behind him. Damn, what a sound. Stopping to look, he noticed a well-built man
on a Harley hunting for a parking place. He had a blacked-out face shield
helmet and wore a black leather jacket.
Toshi
watched as the guy parked and swung a leg off the bike, jeans tightening across
what looked like a fine ass. Toshi gulped. Now that was some fantasy material.
The guy stood next to the bike—oooh, he was tall too. The helmet, along with the leather jacket,
gloves, and boots gave him a mysterious, dangerous look, with a strong side of
kinky thrown into the mix.
“Damn,”
Toshi muttered, his dick twitching with interest. The guy wore leather, one of
his favorite things.
The
stranger removed his helmet and leather gloves. Nice, short dark brown hair and
a sexy goatee—Toshi swallowed hard. His dick was doing more than twitching. Gods,
everything about this guy screamed smoking hot, kinky sex. The leather alone
was enough to rev his imagination. Which was unfortunate, since the man he was
drooling over was probably straight. But hey, he could dream.
He
entered the restaurant before his interest was noticed, just to be safe. Wow, the
biker guy really flipped his switches. He was more than a little surprised at
how he’d responded—no
one had stirred his interest like this since he’d started dating again. Not even
Ian had got him this hot. Toshi sidelined his thoughts when he was greeted by
the hostess.
“Good
evening, sir. One for dinner tonight?” Angie, the hostess, flipped her long
hair over her shoulder, a smile on her face.
“Yeah,
I had a reservation under the name Baylor for eight.” A breeze swirled around
Toshi as the biker guy walked inside the restaurant.
“Great!
We’re really slammed tonight. If you’ll follow Dan, he’ll show you to your
table.”
Toshi
heard the hostess Angie start her spiel again. She didn’t get far.
“Oh no, oh sir, I’m so sorry! We don’t have a
Mr. Taylor listed.”
“Look, I spoke to you, remember? I called and
made a reservation at eight tonight for one. It was a little loud in there when
I called.”
Toshi
shivered and slowed at the deep voice behind him. That sound reached right down
to his balls.
“I-I….
I’m so sorry, sir. There seems to be a mix up with the last names of you and
the customer who was just here. But, we should have a table coming up in about
an hour.”
“An
hour? You’re kidding, right? You made a mistake, not me, but I have to wait? Jesus,
can this day get any worse? Look, I’ll just sit at the bar until something
comes available.”
“I’m
sorry sir, but the bar is full. I’m so sorry for the mix up, but there simply
isn’t a table open. And there isn’t any room at the bar right now.”
“I
want to speak to the manager.”
“Sir—”
“Now
would be good.”
Toshi
damn near panted at that commanding tone. Without thinking, he turned around
and walked back to the scowling man. “Um, sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing.
If you’re okay with it, you can share a table with me. I’m by myself anyway.”
