Picking Your Pleasures
I’m celebrating today! Trusting Her Two Doms is officially being released today! This is book three of The Knights in Black Leather series, one of over 50 books I have with Siren Publishing. Not only do I write BDSM, but I have cowboys, bikers, shifters, SciFi, and even a post-apocalyptic series. Your taste in books is a lot like your taste in relationships and sex. We’re all different and have a different outlook on these things.
Not everyone is in to the BDSM sensation and that’s okay. As human beings, we get to pick our pleasure. Some people enjoy a little role play to help spice up their romance, while others go a little deeper and find enjoyment and fulfillment in a total power exchange relationship. There is no WRONG way of designing your love life as long as it’s safe, sane and consensual.
Trusting Her Two Doms explores the development of a relationship that works for the three people involved. Thought two of them are famous experienced Doms, the heroine is basically a novice to the lifestyle. She wasn’t even looking to explore it really until she met the two men. Together, they discovered what worked for them and overcame some personal demons in the process.
Maximillian “Max” Dominguez and Sawyer Jernigan stop for coffee and find their perfect woman. The trouble is, they’re Doms who run the local BDSM club, and Taylor Rizzoli’s never tasted the forbidden pleasure of submission.
Max is willing to curb his dark desires for the chance to have her, but Sawyer believes she’s more than up for the challenges they’d have in store for her. They find out someone wants her gone and isn’t worried about how they remove her from the picture.
They are determined to uncover the plot to get rid of her and enlist their new friends to help. Can Taylor accept two men who arouse in her things she’d never have contemplated before meeting them, or will she shy away from what they have to offer? What happens when the threat is gone and it’s just the three of them and a dungeon full of toys?
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Remember, put a little kink in your romance! It will keep your bed hot, your marriage strong, and your relationship real!
***Thank you so much, Marla, for joining us today to celebrate your release!!! Now you tell us, how do you keep the spice in your marriage/partnership/relationship? Do you have date nights? Experiment with toys? Go on exotic vacations together? One random commenter will win an e-copy of Trusting Her Two Doms and a Marla Mug and swag***
Max caught himself watching the pretty woman as she moved around the counter working. Something about her intrigued him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but she wasn’t someone he was able to ignore. When he looked back across the table at Sawyer, the other man was grinning at him.
“What?” They’d removed their coats to sit down. Had he dropped something on his shirt?
“You’re drooling,” his ex-friend said.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not drooling.” He scowled at Sawyer and sipped his coffee. It was damn good coffee, too.
“Sure you are. She’s fucking candy on a stick. My mouth was watering the second I got a good look at her.”
“Your dick gets hard at the drop of a hat.” He grabbed one of the strawberry cake pops and took a bite. Delicious.
“So tell me you’re not hard right now, and I’ll be quiet,” Sawyer said with a knowing look.
Hell, he knew Max too well. He didn’t lie to his best friend. Ever.
“So. My dick gets hard like every other man’s does when a pretty woman is around.” He forced himself not to turn and look at her once again.
Sawyer didn’t say anything to that. Max looked up to find his friend staring at something with an almost angry expression on his face. He followed his line of vision and saw a man talking to Taylor. He would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him that he obviously knew her pretty well. He steadied himself and started to tell Sawyer to rein it in when she took a step back and shook her head at the man. When the stranger reached out and grabbed her arm over the counter, he was on his feet at the same time as Sawyer.
By the time they’d reached the counter, Taylor had managed to remove his hand and was standing farther away now with an angry expression on her face. Before Sawyer could say something, or worse, do something that might prove inappropriate, Max cleared his throat.
“Um, sorry to interrupt, but we were hoping for another six of those cake things to go. They will go great with coffee for breakfast in the morning.” Max almost winced. It had been the first thing that had come to mind to diffuse the situation.
“O–of course. Just a minute.” She hurried toward the case and began filling their order.
“Taylor. I’m serious, honey. We’ve got to talk about this.” The stranger didn’t seem to care that he had an audience.
“James. There’s nothing to talk about. Please. I’m busy here.” Her eyes seemed to be pleading with the man to leave.
Max wanted to help him out the door, but Sawyer was going to beat him to it if he didn’t do something. What was wrong with the man? He’d never gotten out of hand like this before. Max was the one who had to pay close attention to his temper, not Sawyer.
Grabbing Sawyer’s arm, he nodded toward the cash register. “Pay her. I’ll get the bag.”
He could tell that Sawyer wanted to argue, but his friend visibly shook himself and nodded. He walked over to where Taylor had set his bag and watched the man she’d called James follow her toward the cash register. When he tried to move closer to her, Sawyer remained planted firmly in his way. Max walked up behind the man and crowded him.
“Look, I’ll call you tomorrow,” James said, eyeing the two men on either side of him. “You’re busy right now and can’t think clearly about this.”
“Don’t bother calling, James. I told you I’m not interested. I don’t know how much clearer I can be.” She handed Sawyer his change and closed the register with a snap.
“Don’t be like this, Taylor. We’re good together, honey.”
“James, we went out one time. There wasn’t any chemistry, so I said no the next time you asked. I’m not changing my mind.” Taylor planted her hands on her hips and glared at the other man.
Max and Sawyer each ate a cake pop, looking down on the man as he sputtered before he turned and stomped out of the building. That had been interesting. They walked back over to their table and took their seats once again. Just as he picked up his cup, the door opened again, but this time a young Hispanic woman ran in muttering under her breath.
“Hey, Darla.” Taylor walked around from behind the counter to greet the other woman.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Taylor. Mom burned her hand cooking, and I had to help her finish up the dishes since she couldn’t get her hand wet.”
“Is she okay? Did you go to the hospital?” Taylor’s voice held nothing but worry.
He and Sawyer exchanged glances. She obviously cared about the people she knew. Max knew she was going to be trouble for him. Not just because she was beautiful and caring, but because Sawyer had obviously taken a liking to her. As much as he wanted to say he wasn’t interested, more than just his cock had taken notice of her. Some part of him deep down recognized her as a possible mate. He was so fucked.