Kitchen Sink Dom
Book 1 of the Hell’s Bedroom series
by Tanya Chris
Published by Tanya Chris Publishing (self-published)
M/M BDSM Romance, 81K words
Available March 23, 2021 from Amazon in ebook and paperback.
Eligible for Kindle Unlimited.
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Blurb:
Private Investigator Harrison
Fisher’s new case isn’t going the way he'd hoped. Wearing a collar, pretending
he’s submissive, searching for a Dom who can get him into Hell's Bedroom, the
elite BDSM club where a seventeen-year-old boy has gone missing—his first time
working undercover is really stretching his boundaries. He’s always wondered if
BDSM might be for him, but how can he be honest about what he wants sexually
when he can’t be honest about anything else?
When Cash meets the handsome man
brimming with nervous energy, he feels like he’s struck gold. Cash isn’t the
most dominant of tops, but he’s got a wide repertoire of skills, and he’d be
happy to practice every single one of them on Harry, the sub who’s so new to
the scene he doesn’t even know his own kinks. But the closer he gets to Harry,
the more obvious it becomes that Harry isn’t who he claims to be.
As Harrison flirts with both BDSM
and Cash, one missing person turns into two. Someone at Hell’s Bedroom is
abducting vulnerable subs, and it’s going to take more than just Harrison to
bring them home. It’s going to take a whole kinky village.
Excerpt:
“What kind of a scene are you
interested in?” Cash asked.
“You’re the boss.” Harry darted a
quick glance up at him—anxious but also something else.
“I can’t ‘be the boss’ without
knowing what you like. Unless you want me to throw random kinks at you and see
what sticks.”
“You might as well,” Harry said
with a nerve-laced laugh. “I really don’t have any idea. I told you I was new,
right?”
“You’re so new you don’t even
know what you like?” That was… intriguing. Cash’s kink was driving his partner
wild. Usually his partners told him what made them wild—maybe not in exact
words, but he’d been around the scene long enough to understand which triggers
went with which kinks—and then he executed on it. Very well, too.
If a guy wanted to be whipped,
Cash broke out the flogger. If he wanted to be pissed on, Cash let loose. If
someone wanted to be bound and gagged, Cash could turn them into a veritable
pretzel. He had the skills to wield any implement, expose any vulnerability,
satisfy any fetish. But as a service top, he was usually pushing buttons that
had already been pretty well mapped out. What would it be like to find those
buttons himself, to push them for the very first time?
Intriguing.
“I could definitely introduce you
to some things.” And enjoy the fuck out of it. “I’m safe, sane, consensual, and
I’ve got a lot of experience. Your friend can vouch for me.”
“My friend?”
“Tripp. That’s who you came with,
right? I’ve only scened with him once, but he’s been around long enough to know
how I play.”
“He’s nineteen,” Harry said
turgidly, his semi-flirtatious smile gone. “How long has he been around,
exactly?”
“Whoa, there.” Cash held up his
hands to disavow whatever Harry was accusing him of. “The club I belong to
cards people. He wouldn’t have been in there unless he was of age, and as long
as he’s legally an adult, his exact age is none of my business. How old are you?”
“Do I look like a teenager?”
“I’m not the one who started with
the accusations. Tripp can vouch for me. Who’s vouching for you?”
Harry fiddled with the collar he
held in his lap, then looked up with more conciliatory eyes. “I’ll trade you
IDs.”
Cash chucked. Whatever. He was an
open book. He took out his wallet and flashed his driver’s license. The picture
had only been taken a couple of years ago, but he looked like a frat boy in it.
Despite his size, he gave off zero scary vibes. It was one of the reasons he
had trouble attracting and keeping play partners, though not the only one.
Harry leaned forward to peer at
the license, getting close enough that Cash could pick up on his
cologne—something rich and masculine with a heavy musk component. The scent
matched his carriage. Cash took a deep inhale and tried not to hope too hard
that the two of them could negotiate a scene. If he wasn’t the right top for
Harry, then he had no business scening with him, but man, he hoped he could be
the right top.
About the Author
Tanya is an avid rock climber, a
long-distance runner, and a participant in her local community theater where
she has tackled most roles, including playwright, actor, director, producer,
and stage manager. Her travels, both for climbing trips and for cultural
exploration, have brought her to places as fascinating as Egypt and as
beautiful as the Dolomites, though there's no place like home.
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