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Adult Excerpt from Grand Slam by Lucy Felthouse and Lily Harlem

Hi all,

Here’s an adult excerpt from Grand Slam, a BDSM sports romance I co-wrote with Lily Harlem. I wanted to share a snippet in celebration of the US Open (around which much of the novel is set), and the fact that the book is currently available for 25% OFF on the Ellora’s Cave website. So if you want to grab this critically acclaimed novel at a bargain price, now’s your chance!


Grand SlamExcerpt:

I knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.

No, it had to be me, and she obviously trusted me to have confessed that much. And I desperately wanted that trust to extend further—for her to allow me to help her to delve into the side of her that had secretly enjoyed the pain and to see how far that side went. Could she trust me with that pleasure? Offer me her body completely? It didn’t mean she was submissive, of course. It just meant she liked pain with her pleasure and was confident enough in herself as a sexual woman to admit it.

Damn, that was attractive.

But something, some instinct based in the darkest, kinkiest side of me, told me that there was more to it than that. And I was determined to coax it out of her, to help her to explore her full potential. Whatever that may be.

I suddenly became aware of the silence in the room and realized that I hadn’t said anything in response to her confession. I looked at her brown eyes, wide and expectant.

Standing, I moved slowly—still careful not to freak her out—over to the sofa and sat in the empty seat she usually occupied. Her client-grilling seat.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Marie. Thank you for trusting me. That can’t have been easy. Our mutual arrangement stands though. What you’ve told me will never go any further. Now,” I said, reaching out to stroke her hand, the one that rested nearest me. She didn’t pull away, which I took as a positive sign. “I’m happy to help you learn about BDSM, but as is often the case, the best way to learn is by practical demonstration.”

A tiny crease appeared between her eyebrows as she assessed me, probably trying to work out if I was joking or not. I took the hand I’d been stroking and squeezed it gently.

“Do you want to try something now? Just something mild, I mean.”

She gazed at me for a second longer, then nodded slowly.

“Okay,” I said, trying not to appear too eager—or desperate. “Get up.”

I released her hand and we both stood. I beckoned her closer. “Now,” I said, pausing to touch her face lightly, “an important thing to remember is something we’ve already mentioned several times. Trust. You have to trust in your Dominant—or Dom—and if you can’t, then he’s not right or good for you. You have to be comfortable in taking instruction from your Dom, knowing that he’ll never make you do anything that would truly harm you. Also, submission and masochism aren’t the same thing. They often go hand-in-hand, but not always. It’s possible to be one thing or the other. I hate to say ‘thing’, but you know what I mean, don’t you?”

Marie nodded, her expression expectant. I wasn’t sure if she was waiting for more information or for me to actually do something, but either way I was pleased with how things were going. Mainly because she hadn’t run away, glanced at the door or checked her watch. Yet. There was still time to inadvertently scare the shit out of her.

“Have you thought about whether you’re one or the other? Or both?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure, really. I liked the pain, you know that, but when you were telling me what to do, it just annoyed me. But then I wasn’t really expecting anything like that to happen.”

“Fair enough. So now things are different between us, shall we try something?” The softly-softly approach was really hard for me, clearly at odds with my natural personality, but I wanted Marie so badly that I’d deal with it. For now. Besides, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be much of a Master would I? And I prided myself in being experienced and skilled when it came to domination.

“O-okay,” she replied, fiddling with the hem of her blouse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. It’s just a little experiment, nothing else. Just to see how you feel. If it floats your boat, so to speak.”

She gave me what could only be described as a relieved smile. I reached forward and put my fingers beneath her chin, lifting her head. Then I closed the space between us and did something I’d been dying to do for days—I kissed her. I had an ulterior motive too. I wanted to use her reaction to me kissing her to gauge what to do next, what I thought she’d be able to take.

Her lips were soft, supple, and she opened them to admit my tongue almost instantly, causing my semierection to grow quickly into a full one, which pressed insistently against the crotch of my jeans. Aching for her.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, resisting the temptation to grind my cock against her. She’d know damn well how hard I was without me doing that. I wondered if she was getting wet, whether the gusset of her knickers was damp. Because of me, because of what we were talking about. What we were doing.

She slipped her arms around my waist and I did a mental cheer. She was definitely into this, into me, and the little moans issuing from her throat emphasized that fact, boosting my confidence and rendering me capable of what I did next.

I pulled away from the kiss, leaving her gasping with spots of color on her cheeks and fully dilated pupils. She looked amazing, perfect, and I wanted her so much it hurt.

“Okay,” I said, “now get on your knees.”

My breath caught when, after the slightest hesitation, she did as I asked, dropping to her knees on the plush carpet. Before she changed her mind, I reached down and undid my jeans, then pulled my cock out of my boxers, pointing the head in her direction.

“Now suck it.”

My heart pounded as she looked up at me, an inscrutable expression on her face. She appeared frozen, stunned by my bold move. But that was okay, I was good at giving orders.

“Suck me off, Marie, now.”

She swallowed then inched her mouth closer and closer to my dick. I forced myself to stay still, not to grab her hair and pull her on to me. Maybe that day would come, but it wasn’t going to happen this afternoon. The last thing I wanted was a pissed-off woman with her mouth—and therefore teeth—anywhere near my cock. Marie was a firecracker all right, and I wouldn’t put it past her to show displeasure in such a way.

After what seemed like an age, her lips closed around the tip of my shaft and I was swiftly catapulted toward Heaven on Earth.


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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She ownsErotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Explicit Legally Bound Deleted Scene Part 4 – 18+

LB-D4This scene proceeds the book so it’s safe to read. No spoilers. 18+

Daniel tore himself away from his touch and sprawled out on the king-sized, wrought iron bed. Rafael’s eyes followed his movements as he meandered over, tugging his tee over his head. Daniel curled his abs to get a better view of him. Rafael had a line of hair that ran down the center of his cut stomach, and Daniel reached out to drag his fingers through it as he climbed into bed to join him.

Rafael pushed his hand away. “Lay back.” He dropped his head, licking over the underside of Daniel’s cock. It jumped off his stomach towards his warm tongue. “Like that?”

He moaned his response, all thoughts leaving his head except the feel of Rafael.

“Good boy. I want to hear you. Your sounds are so erotic.” His tongue dipped into Daniel’s slit, lapping up the pre-cum pearling there.

Blood thundered in his ears, but his brain snapped to attention when Rafael’s voice penetrated his mind. He let go of his inhibitions and groaned louder for him. The man looked up and smiled before pushing his lips down around Daniel’s thick head. Every muscle in his body went slack as pleasure overwhelmed him.

He pulled off then toyed with Daniel with his tongue. “You are so big. I can’t even close my hand around you.” He lifted a hand and squeezed his base to emphasize his point.

Before he could reply, Rafael swallowed him down, taking him to the back of his throat. His body shuttered, and he almost lost it when Rafael looked up at him.


He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he came back off with painful slowness. 

“You’re too good at that,” he said through gasps. His knees had fallen wide, giving Rafael as much room as he needed. He skimmed his fingertips over the large, muscular shoulders of the man between his thighs.

Rafael traced his tongue around the line of Daniel’s head. “Don’t cum. I have plans for you.” He dove back down, taking him in till his nose was pressed against his close-cropped thatch of hair.

He couldn’t reply, too lost in the warmth of Rafael’s mouth. His balls tightened, and he almost lost it, but Rafael had told him not to release. It took sheer force of will for him to stop his cock from spilling his load into the man’s throat. His toes curled, and fingers clenched in the sheets, and Daniel focused on anything but the way Rafael’s lips looked wrapped around his girth.

When he was breathing hard, Rafael gave him some reprieve, moving his mouth lower to tease his tongue over his heavy sac. Daniel gasped for air, every muscle in his body fighting the impending release.

Rafael fingers trailed up his inner thigh. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” His hot breath blew over Daniel’s entrance, causing him to dig his heels into the bed.

“Please,” he begged. He didn’t know what he was begging for. He could take anything but this torturous limbo Rafael kept him in.

“I’m going to bind you.”’Rafael closed his hand around the base of Daniel’s swollen cock, stroking slowly upwards.

His eyes rolled back in his head. Still, he was barely holding off the release that threatened to take over everything. “If you let me cum, you can do whatever you want to me.”

“I’ll let you cum, but not yet.” He slid off the bed, bending down to grab a long case from under it. From it he took leather cuffs and held them high for Daniel to see. “On your stomach, hands over your head near the headboard.”

Scrambling to do as he was told, his cock felt heavy between his thighs as he flipped. His balls ached with the pause in pleasure, and he realized he was not above begging Rafael for the release he needed. He’d never been restrained during sex before, but the idea awakened a deep-seeded need in him that he didn’t fully understand. Laid out as instructed, he waited, hands shaking when Rafael took his right wrist with a gentle touch to strap him into the leather cuffs.

“Can you move?”

Daniel pulled at the soft cuffs, the leather rubbing the hinge of his thumb. “A little.”

“Uncomfortable?” Rafael moved to slip his knees between his thighs.

“Different.” He struggled, lifting his head off the bed to see what Rafael was doing. A slight tinge of panic gripped him. He wasn’t sure that letting a stranger tie him up was a good idea, but he pushed the feelings aside more aroused than anything.

Raf ghosted his fingers down his spine. He stopped when he met Daniel’s seam. “Bad?”

Daniel’s breathing evened out. “No, strangely hot.” He shivered when cool liquid dribbled down his split. He found it almost freeing to sit back and have someone else please him for a change.

“Good. You look so perfect spread out for me.” He pushed one of Daniel’s knees under him then followed with the second.

Daniel spread himself wide to allow full access. He massaged the lube over Daniel’s tightness as Rafael lowered he head to bite the meat of the man’s ass. Daniel couldn’t control the groans that spilled from his lips.

I must have lost my mind, Daniel thought, looking forward to the burning pain and the full feeling he knew was coming.

Rafael pushed one finger inside him then added a second. “You are so tight. I can tell you don’t bottom a lot.”

“Rarely,” he confirmed between panted gasps. He pulled at his restraints, wanting to touch the other man before surrendering to the fact that he was at his mercy. He had to fight his natural instincts in bed; the restraints helped, but it was still so strange for him to be still.

Rafael let a soft groan of his own slip before he spoke. “I’m in control. Let go.” He scissored his fingers inside Daniel, stretching him wide. 

He sucked in a breath, fire breaking out across his ring as Rafael’s fingers spread apart inside him. He didn’t know how Rafael read him so well, but it intensified the connection, helping him give over control. His release was long forgotten until Rafael reached around his hips to grasp his girth. His expert fingers brought Daniel to the brink in three long strokes.

“Not yet.” Rafael’s chest was pressed against his back, and his lips were on the back of his neck.

All Daniel could do was nod. It took all his energy to hold himself back.

Rafael released his hold on him, letting his hard cock down to hang again. Daniel used the pause to drink down a few deep breaths then he heard foil crinkle and tear. He hadn’t even thought of safety. Thank God Rafael had. He had a ball of nervous energy twisting in his gut that was only outweighed by the thought of Rafael fucking him till he came.

Rafael’s wrapped head nudged into him a second later, and he winced, waiting for the pain. It split him wide open. He worked his cock in and out, sliding it deeper with each thrust. His body fell over Daniel’s, chest to back and hands braced on either side of his face. Rafael’s plush lips worked over his jaw. Daniel turned his head, wanting desperately to kiss him. His lips snagged on Rafael’s scruffy jaw before they met. The kiss was hard, demanding, and Rafael bit his lip, making it swell again. When he was buried completely in Daniel’s ass, he paused.

Daniel wanted more, bucking his hips to grind into the cock inside him. Rafael’s palm found his length again, and he squeezed over his cock then released it. Daniel’s head fell to the sheets, pressing against their coolness, enveloped in sensations. Rafael sat back on his heels, switching to long, slow strokes. He glanced over his shoulder, seeking out the view. He watched Rafael’s thick cock disappear inside him over and over. They were both already covered in a light sheen of sweat which accentuated Rafael’s tan skin.

He started to give over to the pleasure, losing himself to it when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye a second before the smack reverberated through the room. Pain seared across his ass, and he gulped air. “Fuck.” It seemed to intensify everything, and he was glad he had agreed to it.

Rafael’s hand returned to the place it had just struck to knead the flesh with his palm. “You like it a little rough.” It wasn’t a question.

Daniel pushed back on him wantonly, showing him how much he enjoyed it. Rafael struck him again, this time causing Daniel’s teeth to clench. He was sure his ass was an angry red.



“Please what?”

Daniel’s mind floundered. “Please, Sir?”

Rafael rewarded him with another two slaps in quick succession. He flinched with each one, his ass clamping down around Rafael’s thick cock.

“You’re going to make me lose it.” Rafael pulled his legs out from under him letting his stomach hit the bed. It changed the angle, allowing Rafael’s cock to hit all the right places as he moved in long fluid motions.

“Please, Sir,” he begged again.

“Soon,” Rafael grunted between gasped breaths. His hand came down on to Daniel’s already red butt cheek, further reddening the flesh.   

He drove himself into Daniel three more times before he collapsed on top of him. His cock pulsed deep, flooding him with heat, and he could feel the man inside him fill the condom. Daniel would have done anything at that moment to have gotten rid of the barrier between them. He wanted to feel wetness in him for the rest of the night.

His body shuddered, and he fought the restraints, trying not to give into release. He tried to focus on anything but the feeling of Rafael’s cock. He was going to lose it without anything touching his cock, but the skin on his wrists chafed with each pull and took away from the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to get away from the sensation, to not disappoint Rafael.

“You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve a reward.” Rafael pulled out of him, eliciting a groan. Daniel felt empty and not yet satisfied. 

The cuffs came free. Rafael gripped him by the hips and flipped him to his back. He licked over Daniel’s dripping slit. “Cum for me.” He took him into his mouth till the tip of his cock hit the back of the man’s throat. He pulled back slowly, letting Daniel watch his lips drag over every inch.

It didn’t take much for Daniel to do as he was commanded, losing himself in the back of Rafael’s mouth. Wave after wave of release shattered him. They seemed never-ending, and Daniel’s mind left his body and floated above him. The ecstasy of the whole experience was bringing him to the brink of black out. 

Rafael’s gruff words drew him back. “You’re such a natural, you know that?”

Daniel’s eyes lulled half shut. “Oh?”

“Yes, God, you’re perfect.”

Rafael laid down beside him and wrapped Daniel up in his arms. Their lips met again, and despite his recent earth-shattering orgasm, he was already hard again.

“And a stud.” Rafael chuckled as he took him in his hand.

“It’s all you.” Daniel chased his lips to demand another kiss.

Rafael indulged him, biting his lower lip. They kissed and explored each other until Daniel’s brain snapped back to reality. He had to work in the morning

“I have to go.”

“I figured that was coming. Old nine to five calls?”

“More like seven to seven in my case.” Daniel rolled onto his back and scrubbed a hand down his face.

“I’d like to see you again.” Rafael climbed off the bed to retrieve their clothes.

“Please… Sir.” Daniel gave him a playful smile.

“Keep that up, and I’ll be fucking you again.” Rafael walked back to him and kissed under his jaw, handing him back his clothes.

Daniel drug his teeth over his swollen lip. “Sir…” His hazel eyes lifted to meet Rafael’s. Their clothes were abandoned, and Rafael, the condom barely rolled down, was buried inside him before Daniel could remember he was going to be miserable in the morning.

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Explicit Legally Bound Deleted Scene Part 3 – 18+

LB-D3This scene proceeds the book so it’s safe to read. No spoilers. 18+

He looked away from the stare, gazing around the room, seeing Rafael’s crisp modern style. Even the books on the shelves were perfectly lined.

Daniel found he couldn’t lie. “You ordered me to.” He lifted one shoulder. “And you said yourself you’re not the usual.”

A smile curled over Rafael’s lips. “Put your wine on the coffee table.”

He did as he was told.

“Good boy.”

Daniel’s chest swelled with the praise; there was something so fulfilling about the compliments from him. 

Rafael’s hand snapped out, gripping him by the neck, and dragging him closer. It didn’t hurt him, but it was possessive. Daniel’s cock stood at full attention in an instant, the thin material of his designer slacks leaving nothing to the imagination.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“God, yes…” he started, but Rafael cut him off with his mouth.

The kiss was claiming and all consuming. Daniel gave in to him as Rafael’s tongue pushed at his lips, which willingly parted for it. Rafael bit down on his lip causing it to swell and bleed, but Daniel only moaned into his mouth, which seemed to egg Rafael on. He flipped open the buttons on his shirt, and warm hands met his skin. Rafael’s fingers pushed up and over his abs and found his nipples. He could only react, groans building deep in his throat while his body heated up like it never had before.

Rafael broke the kiss, sitting back. Daniel’s lips chased, begging for more.

“Tell me what you’re okay with,” the man demanded.

“Er…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “What do you mean?”

“Limits wise. I don’t need a full overview, but tell me what turns you on and I’ll stick to that.”

“The basics? Tie me up…”

Rafael’s lips twisted into a grin. “You really are a virgin to all of this aren’t you?”

“I’ve played with wax, spanking, and some bondage, so I’m pretty new.”

“Light pain?”

Daniel nodded, trying not to be too eager. “No marks where they can be seen in my suit.”

“Easy enough.” He leaned forward to nip at his ear. “Upstairs. To my bedroom.”

Daniel got to his feet before his brain processed the command.

He climbed the stairs, asking himself again what he was doing. He walked to the end of the hall, pushing open the door which he knew would lead to the master bedroom. All the townhouses in Wrigleyville were laid out much the same. He assumed Rafael was on his heels, but he didn’t look back for confirmation. His room was simple, with defined lines, and a large metal four poster taking the focus on the room. Daniel’s gut flipped; he felt like the bottom in the situation which was unusual for him. Rafael walked in soon after and took a seat in a chair next to the window on the far side of the room, beckoning him forward to stand before him.

“Undress. I want to watch you.”

Daniel’s cheeks flushed a little pink. He was glad they stood in a dim room, the only illumination from the streetlights filtering through the windows. He pulled his tie the rest of the way out of the double windsor, and Rafael held out his hand for it. He handed it over, nervous about what it was going to be used for later.

Rafael looked up at him through his lashes as his fingers worked, pushing the rest of the buttons through holes. Daniel had never undressed while someone sat and watched. It was arousing and again made him feel like he didn’t have to be in control. He liked it. It made him very self-conscious. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and folded it in half, placing it on the small table next to the chair. He looked up to find Rafael still hungrily staring at him.

“This is weird,” Daniel tried to break the tension in the room while he undid his belt.

“No, it’s very erotic to watch you. You have such a beautiful body.” Rafael flipped open the clasp of his own jeans. 

Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Daniel did the same. A soft groan came out of Rafael, spurring him on, and he stepped out of his slacks and placed them with his shirt. He took a step closer, but Rafael shook his head.

“Boxers, too.”

He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and shimmied them lower, exposing the close-cropped dark patch of hair above his groin and shot Rafael a flirty look.

“I see you have a bit of defiance in you, boy. Asking for a punishment?”

“I was doing what you ordered, Sir, giving you a show.” He inched them down till the base of his erection showed. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Rafael reached out, pinching Daniel’s shorts to pull him forward by them. “Off. Now.” He didn’t raise his voice, but there was a command to it that did something to Daniel.

He dropped them and stepped out of the shorts, leaving them on the floor. He dropped his eyes, knowing Rafael was surveying him, and letting him.

“Shh. Your body is magnificent.” Rafael’s fingers traveled over his hip.

“I’d like to see what you’re hiding under those jeans.” He was used to taking the dominant role, so he leaned forward to brush his fingers over Rafael’s bulge.

“You like what you feel, boy?” Rafael’s nails dug into his hip.

“God, yes.” Daniel hissed, trying to slide the zipper on the male’s pants down.

Rafael caught him by the wrist. “Go lay back on the bed.”

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Explicit Legally Bound Deleted Scene Part 2 – 18+

LB-D2This scene proceeds the book so it’s safe to read. No spoilers. 18+

He was smooth, fluid with his words, and Daniel liked his confidence.

He knew he couldn’t have heard him right, so he took another sip and pushed himself closer, Rafael’s cologne filling his senses. “It’s really loud in here. I can barely hear you.”

He couldn’t believe he was thinking of going home with this guy to bottom. Did someone drug him because clearly he was out of his mind. He had only let his ex fuck him because he threw a tantrum, and he hadn’t enjoy it.

Rafael’s eyes danced playfully, and his lips turned up into a grin that spelled mischief as he leaned closer to his ear. “You can barely hear me, or you’re pretending I didn’t say what I did?”

Daniel’s knees went weak as Rafael’s words brushed over his skin. “A little bit of both,” he admitted, dropping his voice.

“What do you do for a living, Daniel?” Rafael scooted a stool next to him and sat, resting his forearm against Daniel’s on the bar, leaving almost no space between them.

“I’m a lawyer, a city public defender.” He didn’t mind the contact. In fact, he wanted it but couldn’t believe he was considering another one night stand. He had sworn them off a long time ago.

“I thought so.” Rafael drummed his fingers on the table but didn’t move away. “I could smell it on you.”

“Not a fan of lawyers?” He balanced his feet on the rung of the stool, looking from Rafael’s fingers back to his face. “What do you do?”

“I manage a club not too far from here.” Rafael crossed ankle over knee, turning to face him more. “No, I’m very fond of powerful men by day who like to give that up at night.”

He tilted his head and considered Rafael’s statement. The wheels in his head spun, but he didn’t quite know how to get him to clarify. Maybe he had been more serious about the kink than Daniel thought. Instead, he went for the obvious. “Would I know it?” Daniel did like new places to hang out. The gay bars had too many familiar faces these days.

“You said you didn’t.” Rafael blatantly moved his foot to a rung on Daniel’s stool, placing his knee between Daniel’s. “And I’ve never seen you there.”

“I’m not opposed; I’ll try anything once.” His words came out less smooth than he was going for.

“Is that so?” Rafael went even further, placing his hand on Daniel’s leg. “I wouldn’t mind showing you some.”

“I’m not good at giving up control.” He laughed and searched the man’s face, trying not to focus on Rafael’s hand moving up his thigh. He bit his lip, stifling another groan.

“Maybe that’s because you’ve never been shown how.” His eyes never left Daniel’s as he pushed further— further than he’d expected.

Images of being tied up with Rafael hovering over him filled his mind. Staring into the man’s gaze, he questioned himself, but he didn’t have to; he wanted this.

Daniel sipped at the drink he was nursing before answering. “Maybe, but what’s the draw to it?”

“For men like yourself, it’s a way to de-stress and let go of all the control you wield during the day.” Rafael squeezed his thigh, then released his leg. 

He had to admit, when explained that way, the idea sounded intriguing. He hadn’t had an interesting fuck in a year, and he knew the basics because he’d read gay fiction. “Maybe I’ll have to check out your club. What’s the name of it, again?”

“I was thinking of giving you a personal lesson.” Rafael’s lips formed into a coy smile that made Daniel want to take him up on the offer.

“I swore off one nightstands…” He smoothed his hands over his pants, not making eye contact, and regretted the words as soon as they left his lips.

Rafael leaned forward until his lips touched Daniel’s ear, and his hot breath fanned over his cheek. “If I ordered you to come home with me, would you?” He smelled of coffee and leather.

Daniel swallowed hard.

A shiver ran down his spine, and his body reacted for him. “Yes, Sir.” He repeated the Sir, since the man had said he liked it earlier, and it seemed like the thing to call him. He certainly wasn’t going to go with daddy. He smiled, sitting back to see the heat it put in the other man’s eyes.

“Good boy. Follow.” Rafael set his drink on the bar and turned to cut a path through the crowd. People fell all over themselves to get out of his way, and Daniel followed on his heel.

Daniel pulled his coat tight around his body when they stepped into the wind. Chicago was well known for its bite when the leaves started turning. Rafael’s hand slid across Daniel’s hip to the small of his back, leading him. The gesture was strangely comforting even through his thick wool coat.

Daniel had a million questions but none of which he could put into words. Rafael pulled open a gate in front of a brick row house. It was nicer than where Daniel lived even though he was only a few miles away. The north side of the city was expensive, and being this close to the Cubs stadium drove the prices way up.

“Beautiful place.” He got an architectural hard on as he climbed the stairs. It was light stone-colored brick; that was the style of the area. It had a large porch at the front, and it was very well-maintained on a street where the trees met in the middle of the road, providing a good amount of shade.

Rafael slid his key into the lock and pushed open the door, holding it open. Daniel stepped inside and drank in the dark modern furniture that created beautiful angles against the warm interior.

“Care for something to drink?” Rafael helped him slide out of his coat and hung it in the closet.

“Please.” He loosened his tie and flipped open the top button of his shirt. 

He returned a moment later with two stem-less wine glasses. Daniel already had a good buzz going from drinking on an empty stomach. His gut flipped as he took a seat, and the other man took the seat next to him. Rafael took a gulp from his glass before abandoning it on the table.

Daniel kept his drink close to his chest like a safety barrier between them. Images of his last failure of a hook up flashed through his mind; the man drunkenly passed out while Daniel’s lips were around his cock. He gulped some of his wine trying to forget the humiliation.

“Nervous?” Rafael adjusted his seat, bumping their knees.

“No. I’ve had bad luck with one nightstands…” He watched the other man handle himself. “I couldn’t take anymore blows to my ego by drunken frat boys,” he admitted after Rafael gave him a questioning look.

“You mentioned. Why did you come home with me?” Rafael’s eyes seemed to bore through him. 

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Some Other Child by Sharon Buchbinder

SomeOtherChild_w7615_300_MediumSome Other Child by Sharon Buchbinder
Published by The Wild Rose Press
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-411-4
ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-412-1
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Between the responsibility for the care of her injured mother and straightening out her muddled finances, public health researcher Sarah Wright hasn’t a minute to herself, much less time to repair a fractured romance. After a much loved aunt goes missing, Sarah is convinced it’s a kidnapping but the police refuse to investigate. Former fiancé Dan flies to Sarah’s side to help—and it looks like things might come back together for the two of them—until Sarah is arrested for her aunt’s murder. As evidence stacks up against her, Sarah must find the real culprits as well as unravel decades old family secrets along the way.


Excerpt 1: The story begins with Sarah Wright coming home after a long day. She is a doctoral student, and her fiancé’s dog is jealous of her interfering in his life with his master, Dan Rosen…

Chicago, Illinois

Exhausted after a long day of teaching classes and endless rounds of revisions on her dissertation, Sarah Wright opened the front door to the house she shared with her fiancé and was almost knocked down by the dog. Gandalf’s scramble of paws and claws left a wake of mail scattered across the foyer and into the kitchen.

Neferkitty, her spotted silver tabby, perched on arm of the sofa and eyed Sarah as if to say, “I told you he was bad news.”

“Great.” She shrugged out of her blazer, tossed it onto a chair, and began to play fifty-two pick up. Her neck prickled. Sarah looked up from the mail. A giant gray slobbering monster stood with his front paws on the glass door, the fog of his breath mixing with mud smears. More work. She edged the door open and forced Gandalf to sit while she wiped his filthy feet.

“Gandalf, it’s time we had a ‘come-to-Sarah’ talk about your behavior.”

The gray beast turned his back to her, raised his leg and peed on her jacket.

“Fabulous. What else can go wrong?”

Moments later, her fiancé strolled in the door, whistling a cheerful tune.

Sanitizer barely dried on her hands, Sarah spoke through gritted teeth. “Gandalf pissed on my coat. Get rid of that dog.”

Dan Rosen leaned over and gave Sarah a bear hug.

She buried her face in his shirt and breathed in a mixture of aftershave and masculine scent.

“That’s his way of showing he likes you.” Dan kissed her brow. “You should be honored.”

“I’d hate to know what he’d do to shower me with love.” The canine in question slunk behind the sofa. “Give him back to your ex-girlfriend.”

Dan quirked a brow. “Jealous?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Methinks the lady doth protest—”

Sarah put her fingers over his mouth, stood on her tiptoes, and gazed into in his chocolate brown eyes. She loved him from the top of his head at six feet, two
inches, dark hair flecked with white, all the way down to his size ten shoes. His dog, however, was a different matter. “He gives me the evil eye. I swear he’s laughing at me.”

The ring of the phone interrupted her appeal.

“Sarah, please come,” her mother sobbed. “There’s been a terrible car accident.”

A chill slithered down Sarah’s spine. Not again.

“What happened?” White knuckled, she clutched the phone and mouthed “my mother” at Dan.

“Some idiot slammed into me. The police say it’s my fault.”

Sarah shook her head. Same story, different day.

“How much did you drink?”

A long silence. Sarah sighed. “How bad?”

“My legs are broken. Ida’s too old to help me. I can’t ask your brother. He has a wife and a child to support. Your sister won’t talk to me.” She paused. “You’re a nurse without a job.”

“I’m in a doctoral program, not unemployed.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

Her mother began to weep, and Sarah’s vow not fall back into her old ways began to waver. Arrows of guilt pierced her resolve. Who else would come to the aid of this difficult elderly woman?

“I can’t walk, drive, or do anything for myself.”

Sarah closed her eyes and sighed already regretting her next words. “Okay, Mom. I’ll come.”‘ She placed the phone on the receiver and turned to Dan.
Dan stared down at her with an expression of disbelief. “DUI, right?”

She nodded. “She needs me.”

He took her face in his hands. “Look at me.”

She locked her gaze with his.

“This woman sent you away to live with your deaf grandmother and didn’t visit you for years.”

“A nasty divorce. An alcoholic husband. Three little kids. What was she supposed to do?”

“Hardly a loving mother. You have physical and emotional scars, Sarah.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “That’s history. She’s changed. I heard it in her voice. She asked for me, not Matt, not Debra. She asked for me.”

Dan closed his eyes as the muscles in his jaw worked overtime. Raised in a normal household, he’d never understand what it meant to be the adult child of an alcoholic. They came from different planets, not just different religions.

An idea occurred to her. “You grew up in Baltimore. Your mom still lives in the city. Visit your mom and me at the same time.”

His eyes flew wide open. “You can’t stand Gert.”

Sarah shrugged. “I’ll get to know her better while I’m in Baltimore.”

“Don’t do this, Sarah. Ethel’s an alcoholic—a mean one. Stay here. I love you.”

She glanced at Gandalf. He stared back, shooting doggy daggers at her. Dan followed her gaze. “Well, okay, he is a pain in the ass.”

She kissed the tip of his nose. “Thanks for that admission, at least. I love you, too, but if I don’t go and something happens to her, I could never live with myself.”

“You can’t keep running to rescue her.”

She shook her head. “I won’t abandon her.”

He threw his hands up. “Go. But mark my words: One of these days she’ll get drunk and kill herself.”


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After working in health care delivery for years, Sharon Buchbinder became an association executive, a health care researcher, and an academic in higher education. She had it all–a terrific, supportive husband, an amazing son and a wonderful job. But that itch to write (some call it an obsession) kept beckoning her to “come on back” to writing fiction. Thanks to the kindness of family, friends, and great beta readers she is now an award-winning author published in contemporary, erotic, paranormal and romantic suspense. When not attempting to make students, colleagues, and babies laugh, she can be found herding cats, waiting on a large gray dog, fishing, dining with good friends, or writing.

Explicit Legally Bound Deleted Scene Part 1- 18+


This scene proceeds the book so it’s safe to read. No spoilers. 18+

Daniel sat at one of the local clubs in Boystown with a couple of his gay friends. The room glowed with neon lights and pulsed with loud music. Tonight he was content to sit and observe, the week’s caseload still weighing heavy on his shoulders. He rubbed his temples, nursing a beer while trying to convince himself that he was going to have to stop going out Sundays; he wasn’t in college anymore. Tomorrow morning, he would be dragging in court. His friend Ty kept attempting to engage him, but Daniel was too tired to hold a conversation over the noise. He stood, intending to beg forgiveness for an early departure from his buddies, but as he turned, he bumped into someone solid. Stumbling to the side a few steps, he spun around to apologize, almost tripping over the man again.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Daniel fumbled with some napkins at the bar when he saw he had spilled the man’s drink all down his shirt. He started to pat the guy down, cursing himself, adding this to all the other reasons why he shouldn’t be out this late on a work night. The man grabbed his wrist, and moved it aside, yet didn’t let go. Daniel couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling down the tight black tank top that stuck to the man’s abs because of the liquid, and they didn’t stop there. His eyes kept their path all the way to the bulge in the man’s leather pants.

“See something you like, boy?” He spoke with a faint Latin accent.

Daniel wet his lips at the sound of the accent. It made him more attractive. Daniel’s eyes flicked up to meet the man’s green gaze, an unusual hue for his latin coloring “No… Yes… I’m sorry, where are my manners? Can I buy you a new drink and pay for your dry cleaning?”

“I’d much rather buy you a drink. The way you said sir had a certain ring to it.” As he stared, so did Daniel. The man had a chiseled nose, a suave five o’clock shadow on his stern jaw, and jade green eyes to complete the package. Daniel didn’t move when he took a step closer. He was tall. with muscles that he looked like he’d earned, not the kind his best friend put on with hours at the gym.

“Rafael.” He held him there with an air of authority about him, which was much different than the type of bottom Daniel normally picked up.

“Daniel, and I would love a drink.” He could feel the eyes of his buddies at the table boring into his back, as well as sizing up the man. All thoughts of ditching out early gone, he followed Rafael to the bar and watched as the man ordered them both drinks.

Daniel found it weird, but he claimed a stool and took a seat. When the drinks came, the other man paid but remained standing, handing over a gin and tonic.

“Thank you.” Daniel brought the beverage to his lips. The comment he had made about the ‘Sir’ thing stuck with him. Wasn’t that some sort of kink thing? 

“No, thank you,” he raised his brows as he said ‘you’ and smirked a little, “for being clumsy. This is the best turn my night could have taken.” He was so straight forward. There was none of the usual dancing around attraction that was the norm for first meetings. Rafael mirrored him and took a long pull from his glass as his eyes roamed over Daniel, making him shift in his seat.

Daniel leaned forward, adjusting himself unabashedly. “I insist you let me pay for the dry cleaning.” Maybe he would get a number out of this, and he could convince himself that his drowsiness in court tomorrow had been well-earned.

“Come here often?”

He shook his head. “Once a week or so when my friends drag me out. I prefer the low key places. What about you?”

The man set aside his glass before he answered. “On occasion; I mostly keep to Amenti.”

He knit his brow. “Never heard of it.”

“Most haven’t, but that tells me a lot about you.”

He pushed his tongue into his cheek and narrowed his eyes, calling the man’s bluff. “What does it tell you about me?”

“One, that you haven’t been exposed to kink.” He wore a bemused smile like he knew something he wasn’t telling Daniel.

“Haven’t we all played a little with spankings and tying partners up with ties?” Daniel also set his half empty drink aside.

“No, and I’m shocked to hear you have. Enjoy it?”

His lips curled up at the corners. “I wear a tie for my day job, but there’s nothing hotter than playing with the silk after a long day.”

Raf lifted one brow. “A business man, hmm?” The words rolled off his tongue in his exotic accent, and Daniel knew he would go home with him right then.

“Yes, Sir.” He tested the word to see if it gained the same result.

Rafael chuckled softly. “That shouldn’t sound so good coming from you. What’s in your head?”

“I was thinking of tying you up with my tie.” He couldn’t believe the things that were coming out of his mouth. Maybe he had more to drink than he remembered.

“I think you’d prefer if it were the other way around.” Rafael met his eyes; Daniel knew it was true.

“I don’t bottom for most people.”

“Well I’m not most people.”

Daniel barely stopped the groan that threatened to leave his lips. “I can see that.”

He saw Rafael check his watch then pick up his drink and down it, a clear sign that he was looking to bail. Shit.

He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a card. “Give me a call sometime. I owe you at least for the dry cleaning.”

Rafael leaned forward and pushed the card back towards his chest. “Why don’t you come home with me, and I’ll let you clean it yourself.”

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A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

Just another one of the guys. That’s how Taylor Guillory has always been treated in her hometown of Grand Terre, Louisiana. And for the most part she never minded until Sinclair “Sin” Rivas opened up shop in town. With his dangerous eyes and legendary sex god status, Sin is so far out of her league, but that doesn’t stop Taylor from falling in love with the impossible man, or doing something so daring and unlike her for the chance to be with him.
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Explicit Legally Bound Extract – Daniel & Rafael – 18+


Rafael’s hand splashed out of the water as if he was moving to get out of the tub, and Daniel’s stomach dropped. Rafael was going to kick him out of the tub. Instantaneous shock brought him back to the moment when hot pain seared down his chest.

“Fuck.” Drops of melted candle wax hit his chest and shoulders.

Rafael had picked up one of the candles and was tipping it over his skin. His chest clenched as he awaited the pain he craved.

He loved wearing his lover’s marks on his skin like badges. Dark blue wax hit the hollow of his throat and pooled there, drying. It burned deep into his skin, but it was freeing—something he could grasp and hold onto in his mind so he didn’t have to think about his growing feelings. No wonder it was so intoxicating. Raf’s erection prodded his ass with every groan made. It was very clear that Rafael got off on controlling his pain, and he was happy to oblige. He was starting to love it.

“I want to edge you,” Rafael gasped, putting the candle back in its place.

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Explicit Legally Bound Extract – Daniel 18+


“No offense to your public salaries, but you two combined couldn’t afford me,” Rafael added.
Daniel blinked, staring at the man that had bent him over the foot of a bed the night before, fucking him till he had forgotten his name. “We make pretty good money.”
“My clients are at the top of their professions. Most of them are fortune-five-hundred earners, CEOs, and…oh…a prince.” Rafael offered a smile, displaying his perfect teeth.
His expression remaining tactfully neutral, Daniel could feel the familiar arousal stirring in his gut. Through all this, the seriousness and awkwardness of the situation, somehow the notion that Raf was a high-priced escort…turned him on.
“Well, now that we have that cleared up, let’s move on, shall we?” Jesse looked more uncomfortable by the minute as he tugged on the knot of his designer tie.
“You look much better when you’re smiling, boy.” Rafael dropped his tenor, changing to the voice Daniel imagined he used with clients.
That one word from him filled Daniel’s mind with images—demanding images, feelings, and tastes—of the night before. His arousal stirred even more. It was disconcerting. He’d never had someone affect him like this. The room was hot, as it always was, but his face grew flushed. He had been the top in every other relationship he had been in, but with Rafael, it had been different. He shifted in his place against the wall, crossing one foot over the other to try and disguise his now-apparent hard-on behind the thin slacks he wore.

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Surprised into hiding in a men’s room stall at work, Angie Peterson, owner of the Dunk and Run Coffee Shoppe, overhears two men talking about killing someone named Alastair Honeybun. Picturing a frail, helpless old Englishman, Angie rushes to warn him. There’s only one, small problem, Alastair Honeybun is six foot two inches of yummy man, who’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself. But when the thugs show up while Angie’s still there, they soon figure out they’ll need to take care of each other.

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Life, Liberty and Pursuit of a Honeybun

Alfric Honeybun thought the lady with the lovely mocha latte skin and startling blue eyes was working with the terrorists. But when those same terrorists tried to kill both of them, Alfric found himself spending a LOT of time with the pretty artist. He’d had no intention of falling in love. But his body wasn’t taking direction from his brain. And things were heating up pretty fast.

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Fast Track to a Honeybun

Sexy Indy car racer Warwicke Honeybun isn’t looking for love. But when he stumbles upon a beautiful woman being abused by a fellow driver one night, he wastes no time delivering a painful message to the man abusing her. Unfortunately, the man turns up dead the next day and the woman shows up on Warwicke’s doorstep covered in blood. Warwicke’s life gets eminently more complicated as he fights to protect her while working to clear her name; knowing all the while that she’s one of his fiercest competitors on the track.

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A Honeybun in Hell

Edric Honeybun is in Hell, Indiana on Halloween, doing research for his latest book in a haunted hotel. His brothers and their honeys decide to join him and make an adventure out of it. During this holiday in Hell, Edric fully expects to do some research, enjoy a few laughs over non-existent “ghosts”, and debunk local superstitions about the Le Diablo hotel. What he doesn’t expect is to bump up against a flesh and blood killer, fall in love with a beautiful witch, and come face to plasma with a surprise in the local cemetery.

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Honeybun in a Loin Cloth

When Godric Honeybun decides to portray a Native American in a war reenactment weekend, he doesn’t expect to run into his own, personal Indian princess on the battle field. Much to his amazement, when someone tries to kill her, he quickly discovers his inner warrior as he fights to keep her safe.

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Honeybun at a Dude Ranch

Depressed by injuries that have sidelined his career and pretty sure he’ll never find love, Heathcliffe goes to his cousin Peyton’s Dude Ranch in Southern Indiana for some “alone” time. His plan is to contemplate the direction his life is taking and figure out how to get back on track. But he didn’t count on Nita Harley, the ranch’s newly hired activity director. Nita’s an attractive, young widow who’s trying to make sense of her life too, but her problems are much more urgent and dangerous than Heathcliffe’s. Someone is killing everyone Nita connects with and, as their feelings for each other grow, she’s pretty sure Heathcliffe will be next.

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Honeybun on the Run

She’s fighting to protect everything she cares about. He can’t resist a damsel in distress. But he has no idea how high the cost will be if they fail.

Clovis Honeybun is working undercover to catch an assassin targeting his uncle, Senator Brick Honeybun. But his search is waylaid when he spots a pretty woman being mistreated by a guy who looks a lot like his target. Going rogue on a dangerous hunch, Clovis plunges down a trail that might be the right direction but the wrong bad guy. Ultimately, Clovis discovers he could have to choose between saving the woman burrowing her way into his heart, or a man he’s loved and respected since he was old enough to crawl.

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