Monday, December 21, 2015

Dom Of Ages by K.C. Wells and Parker Williams - Release Day Book Blast with Giveaway

Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams
Book Name: Dom of Ages
Series: Collars & Cuffs
Book: Seven
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Photo Credits: Joey Flyfoto, Model: Dirk Caber

Release Date: December 21, 2015


Eli may only be thirty, but he has had enough of pretend submissives. He wants a sub who truly knows how to submit. So when he spies Jarod in a BDSM club, everything about the man screams submission. It doesn’t matter that Jarod has to be about twenty years older than Eli. What does age matter, anyway? Not one to miss an opportunity, Eli moves fast and takes Jarod home with him, without thinking things through. All he can see is what he’s always wanted – a sub who wants to serve.

Jarod spent twenty-eight years with his Master, until Fate took Phillip from him. Four years on, and Jarod is still lost, so when a young Dom takes charge, Jarod rolls with it and finds himself serving again. But he keeps waiting for the shoe to drop. Because there’s going to come a point when Eli realizes he’s a laughing stock in the club. Who would want to be seen with a fifty-year-old sub? And when the moment of humiliation does arrive, Jarod flees. He’d be better off with Phillip.

Despite several missteps, what happens forces Eli to understand that Jarod needs him as much as he needs Jarod. But he knows in order to find happiness, they need friends who will understand. A friend keeps telling him Collars & Cuffs is what they need. Eli finally goes to visit, refusing to risk Jarod being hurt again, and finds everything he's heard about the club is true. When he takes Jarod, he watches as his sub is met with open arms. As they settle in to their new life, Eli begins to see things differently. And he dares to think he can have it all. Until the phone call that shows him he didn't realize what he could lose.

Pages or Words:  92,000 words

Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance, May-December Romance


From the outside, Collars & Cuffs seemed innocuous, a red-bricked building, maybe an old factory or industrial space, tucked in a quiet corner off Canal Street yet visible to the pedestrian traffic. A security guard stood at the black-painted wooden door, taking names and checking off a list. The windows were blacked out, betraying nothing of the club’s interior, and the faint hum of music could be heard.
Even on first impressions, it was nothing like Spitfire. That didn’t stop my heart from pounding as Eli led me across the street to the main door.
His hand was at my lower back, gentle and reassuring. “It’s all right, pet. It’s okay to be nervous. And never forget, I’m here with you and for you.”
His words calmed me a little. “Let’s just see what it’s like on the inside, okay?” That was going to be the acid test.
“I promised you. If you’re not happy, we don’t stay. All I ask is that you give it a chance.”
I breathed deeply. He was being fair, so I’d do my bit too.
The security guard gave Eli a polite smile. “’Ello again. It’s Eli, right?” He glanced at me, his smile still evident. “Welcome, gentlemen.” He opened the door, and we entered a reception area, its wide desk manned by a young guy with a winning smile. Once Eli had signed us in and we’d been issued with visitors’ wristbands, the large metallic door to our left clicked open, and we were inside.
“Well, pet?” Eli stood at my side while I glanced around the club, trying to take in my surroundings. I couldn’t see the main floor of the club, except for glimpses on the wall monitors in the bar area ahead of us, but I could certainly hear what was going on. Familiar sounds took me back to when Phillip and I had first frequented the clubs: the swish of a riding crop; the thwack of a whip through the air; the dull smack of a paddle connecting with flesh; and beneath it all, the constant undercurrent of sounds of pleasure and pain, voices both high and low.
It wasn’t until that moment that I really knew how much I’d missed it.
Before I had time to say a word, he led me over to where two men stood by the bar, deep in conversation. They looked up and smiled to see him. Eli put his arm around my waist. “Jarod, this is Leo Hart and Thomas Williams. They own Collars & Cuffs.”
I estimated Leo to be in his forties, while Thomas appeared older. Both men greeted me with warm smiles.
“It’s good to have you here,” Leo said, his voice rich and deep. I had to look up at him, he was so tall. “Eli has already told us so much about you. Feel free to look around and ask any questions you like. I can guarantee you’ll find a warm reception.” He glanced over my shoulder and smirked. “In fact, I’d say you’re about to be on the receiving end of a hug any second now.”
I twisted around, Eli with me, and saw a young man with red hair heading straight for us, his face lit up with a smile.
Eli laughed. “Pet, that’s Scott, Ben’s boy. He’s been dying to meet you.”
“You must be Jarod.” The hug Leo had predicted came mere seconds later, then Scott released me. “Wanna come meet my friends?” He glanced at Eli and lowered his gaze, his manner slightly more reserved. “If that’s okay with you, Sir.” It was obvious from his accent that Scott was American.
Eli nodded and then gazed at me. “You’re in safe hands, pet. Go meet people, ask questions. I’ll be here, okay?”
“Yay!” Scott exclaimed. Whatever response I’d intended making was lost when he tugged me away from Eli to a table in the corner of the bar, where two young men sat. Behind me, I could hear Eli, Leo, and Thomas chuckling.
Scott appeared to be the youngest. He indicated an empty chair and then flopped down next to the others. “Okay, that tall drink of water in the corner is Alex, and I do mean tall,” Scott said with a grin, pointing to a young man in his midtwenties with short brown hair and pale blue eyes. Alex gave a nod in my direction, his eyes sparkling. “And next to him is Peter. These guys are my best friends here.”
Peter seemed the quietest of the three. “You’ll have to forgive Scott,” he said in a low voice. “He tends to be rather exuberant.” He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
Scott guffawed. “Is that another word for American?” He winked at me. “Alex here is the shy and retiring type—well, he used to be. These days he’s coming out of his shell more and more. It’s amazing what getting married can do to a guy.” He grinned. “Guess I’ll find that out for myself soon enough.”
I stared in surprise. He seemed awfully young to be considering marriage. And Alex was already married?
“You met Alex’s husband when you arrived,” Peter said. I liked the sound of his voice. It had a calm, peaceful quality to it. “Leo Hart? They got married just after Christmas.”
“Congratulations,” I offered Alex, whose cheeks flushed. I turned back to Scott. “You’re getting married too?”
Scott nodded, his eyes gleaming. “Ben and I are getting hitched this summer. I can’t wait.” He was almost bouncing on his chair.
“Yeah, only this time it’ll be for real,” Alex said with a wink, digging Peter in the ribs with an elbow.
My confusion must have shown, because Peter leaned toward me. “Let’s just say Scott and Ben were helping Leo keep his wedding plans a secret, so a little subterfuge was called for.”
“That was awesome. And great that we get to do it all over again.” Scott’s enthusiasm was infectious.
I relaxed into my chair. “So, tell me about the club. You’re subs?”
Alex nodded. “Scott and I come here whenever we can, but Peter is just starting to make this a more regular thing. His Sir is Thomas, Leo’s partner.”
“I come here to be with Sir.” Peter’s voice was warm. “I don’t do scenes with him, though. Thomas is here to run the club, but when he’s home, my job is to see to the running of the house, to make his life easier.”
I smiled at him. “Then we have something in common.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Hey, who’s this?”
I tensed as two young men joined us, dragging chairs from a nearby table to sit, but Scott wrapped an arm around my shoulders and held me close.
Alex did the introductions this time, indicating a young man with dark hair and even darker eyes. “That’s Pietro. He works with me in a restaurant in the city center, and his master is Miles. You might see him in a while, if we go on a bit of a tour, because he’s Dungeon Master tonight.”
Pietro grinned and then looked straight at me. “I met your Sir the other day, I think. Is he a friend of Ben’s?”
I nodded.
“Ah, so you’ve come to check us out.” He indicated the young man to his right. “This is Dorian. He’s been here longer than the rest of us.” He dug Dorian in the arm. “Isn’t that right?” he asked with a grin.
Dorian smiled, his cheeks pinking. “It’s a good club,” he told me. “What I like most about it?” He glanced at the young men around the table. “Anyone here will tell you, being a member of Collars & Cuffs is like being part of a family. You get support when you need it, friendship….” He swallowed hard, and Pietro squeezed his shoulder. Dorian gave him a grateful look and then returned his attention to me. “Trust me. This is a good place.” There were murmurs of assent from the others. Judging from the glances directed toward Dorian, I figured there was a story there.
What overwhelmed me, however, was that not once had one of them made any reference to my age. Like it simply didn’t matter to them. Encouraged, I found myself sharing my history, telling them about Phillip. There were supportive noises and tears from my audience when I told them about the last four years, the fact that I’d merely been existing rather than living. Alex and Peter in particular were nodding as I spoke.
“You are going to join, aren’t you?” Peter asked when I’d finished, “because I think you’d be a good fit here.” More nods from the others sent a rush of warmth through me, and I nodded.
Not that he needed to ask. I’d already made my mind up.
Eli had been right about this place. It felt… right.

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E-BOOKS 1 – 6 are on sale at Dreamspinner for $1.00 each!

Meet the authors:

K.C. Wells:

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter....

K.C. now writes full time and is loving every minute of her new career.

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

Parker Williams:

Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.

Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.

Where to find the authors:

Twitter: @K_C_Wells

Connect with Parker on: Twitter: @ParkerWAuthor
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Rafflecopter Prize: One of three $10 ARe gift cards, plus K.C. and Will are going to be stopping at each blog and picking a winner from the comments to receive a copy of 'An Unlocked Heart' (or one of the other first six books in the series).

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