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The Dom And His Artist
Club Whisper #2
Sometimes the perfect man can be found in the most unexpected place….
Martin Carmichael owns a security firm and is part owner of Club Whisper. He’s a Dom in search of the right guy, and when his car breaks down on a lonely stretch of road, he thinks he might have found him.
Artist Collin Malloy is talented, easygoing, but somewhat insecure. Still, he has a big heart and is quick to offer help when he sees Martin in need. To thank him, Martin invites Collin to dinner, where the attraction between them becomes harder to resist.
But what will become of their budding relationship when Martin reveals that he likes his men bound, submissive, and in pain? Is it something Collin can accept… and possibly enjoy exploring? Even if he can, Collin has a secret of his own—a secret he doesn’t even realize he’s keeping.
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Inside the brain of a desperate guest blogger
Me: I need to write this guest blog for my next release…
Brain: Then why don’t you do it?
Me: I don’t know what to write about.
Brain: You wrote an entire book, but you don’t know how to fill a blog with about six hundred words?
Me: If you put it like that…
Brain: Why do you have to write this blog anyway?
Me: Because I want readers to become interested in my work.
Brain: Easy, write something interesting.
Me: But I’m not interesting! And I don’t know anything of interest. That’s the whole problem here.
Brain: Then go out and fix it.
Me: Fix what?
Brain: Being interesting, stupid. Go and get an interesting, daring new hairstyle, for example. Like cut your hair off and dye it neon green.
Me: How is that going to make me interesting? Besides, I don’t think my readers – potential or actual – are that interested in my hairstyle.
Brain: They would be, if it were interesting.
Me: The word ‘interesting’ is being slightly overused here.
Brain: You started it.
Me: - Okay, I did. I still don’t know what to write.
Brain: What’s your book about?
Me: A BDSM-relationship.
Brain: Now that is interesting. Just write about that.
Me: I can’t.
Brain: Why on earth not? It’s simple, see, you have a book about BDSM, which should make people interested by definition. The cover is great, too, I remember it. So, go and write about that book and you’re golden.
Me: I can’t. I can’t give away too much, or people won’t want to buy the book.
Brain: You’re really making this hard. How about you write about BDSM? It’s in the book, but you don’t have to reveal the plot. Plus, it’s a wide field. You should be able to write a book about it… wait, you did that. What were we talking about?
Me: *deep sigh* About my inability to write a blog about my new book, even though I managed to write an entire book, and that I’m so boring you suggested sending me to the hairstylist.
Brain: Well, you haven’t been in over a year. Those tips are begging for a cut.
Me: Not the point here. I still need to write that blog. And soon. It’s due to go out yesterday!
Brain: That doesn’t even make sense. You’re not making any sense. The grammar is all wrong. How did you write an entire book when your grammar is so bad?
Me: It was a figure of speech thing. I just wanted to point out that time is kind of the essence here.
Brain: Then why didn’t you say so? Anyway, I don’t see this leading anywhere. I’m out.
Me: You can’t just leave! You’re my brain, for goodness’ sake!
Me: Don’t you dare! The screen is still blank. All white and no letters or words. I need you in working mode.
Brain: Oh, lookie, the cat is chasing a fly over the grass. And shouldn’t we start getting the garden ready for spring? A little grooming won’t be amiss, just as with your hair. I know, let’s make an appointment for the hairdresser and drive out to the garden center. We have work to do!
Me: Yes! Here, on the laptop!
Brain: I think the cat just caught the fly.
Me: *crying silently, before getting the phone to get that appointment with the hairdresser*
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