So I suck. Like seriously.

This post was supposed to go up on the 27th, but I forgot, and then it got lost in the shuffle and it's for one of my dearest friends: Grace R. Duncan's newest release: Beautiful boy. She would be completely justified to spank me (though neither of us would be comfortable I don't think. LOL).

Anyway, here it is! And to make up for my error, you should all go buy the book!

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There are doms, and then there are Doms
There are a lot of people who find themselves interested in the BDSM lifestyle. Some because they’re really masochists or submissives at heart who’ve never had a chance to explore it.
Some are interested in domination. They like the idea of being the one to call the shots. For my Dom, one thing that he likes, especially when things are out of control for him, is to have this one place where he can control things.
And then there are the ones who think it’s just about being able to push someone around. These guys often think the sub should somehow be able to read the dom’s mind. Sometimes, they even get into the lifestyle for the sole purpose of being an asshole because they think they can.
For the record? That doesn’t make them a dom. That just makes them an asshole.
For the man who respects a sub’s limits, understands they can’t read your mind, doesn’t set them up to fail, these guys earn the capital D. They get to be Doms.
Kyle has a few former “doms” he’d worked with before Mal. Only one was anything decent—Master Nash—but the rest barely qualify for the word and most certainly don’t qualify for the capital D.

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Mal

Before I could get up, though, a conversation to my right caught my attention.
“….Can’t believe he’d show up like that,” one guy said. I didn’t know who the voice belonged to, and looking around didn’t clue me in, except I thought it came from a group of guys with their backs to me. The Doms I didn’t know.
“I’d bet he did that to his ass himself,” another guy said.
“Handprints and all?” the first guy said.
Are they talking about Kyle?
“Why not? Plenty of hand-shaped paddles out there.”
“Possible. And that collar. I wonder what dollar store he bought it at.”
“Yeah, ’cause ain’t no one gonna collar him.”
“Not a spoiled l’il rich pretty boy like him.” I could hear the sneer on his face all too clearly.
My blood was approaching the boiling point fast. I had no doubt they were talking about my boy. I took a few deep breaths and glanced at Cam, who was looking at me. By the look on his face, I knew he’d heard. Cam raised his eyebrows, and I gave a slight nod to confirm the silent question.
Cam’s eyes darted to the group of guys next to me, then back to me. I considered what to do, but if I got up and went to Kyle, that’d probably just upset him and tip him off to something being wrong. If I stayed, they might just shut up, and Kyle wouldn’t know. I decided to stay put and do my damnedest not to let the dickweasels get to me.
I wasn’t going to avoid listening, though. I wanted to know everything I could before I eviscerated them.
“You ever play with him?” the first guy asked.
A new voice answered. “Once. Couldn’t take a damned thing. Started whining after a few hits.”
I was well familiar with Kyle’s sounds when I took the paddle—or flogger or cane—to him. They got me diamond hard every time.
One of the other guys snorted. “Didn’t react worth a damn for me. Acted more like a dead fish than a sub.”
I couldn’t fathom what these asswipes were talking about. Kyle’s reactions were as beautiful as he was. I’d never had a sub go into subspace the way Kyle did for me. Not even Cam, who did, but it wasn’t nearly the same.
“Had to tell him to do everything,” the first guy said. I saw him shake his head. “Couldn’t figure out a damned thing.”
I wondered what that was about. How was Kyle supposed to know what to do if we didn’t tell him?
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Even had to tell him to open my pants.”
Duh, dipshit, I thought, shaking my head. He’s a submissive, you fucktards. Of course he’s not going to do it without orders.
Kyle was crossing the room at this point, and I prayed the douche nozzles next to me shut their mouths. But I couldn’t get that lucky.
“Here he comes. Maybe we ought to show him what it feels like when someone spanks him instead of himself?” Their words were somewhat quieter, but still way too easily heard.
I tensed, waiting, but Kyle walked around the room the other way, away from them. He’d obviously seen them and was giving them a wide berth. I didn’t blame him.
* * *

If Kyle can get past his fears, he could see what his beloved Master Mal does: a beautiful boy that deserves his collar--and heart.

Blurb:

Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly-closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.
College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.
But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.

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Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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