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Excerpts from "Booked: A BDSM Romance"


I'm feeling some love right now for my BDSM romance "Booked" and I wanted to share some of the inspiration board images I used when writing the book. Below you'll find several of the images with excerpts. Happy, kinky reading ;) 


Nate Fuller looks like a typical artist: Part-time novelist, part-time bartender, and dedicated volunteer at the public library. But beneath the surface, Nate keeps many secrets. Nerve damage has left him without feeling in most of his body. He has a thing for being tied up. And the interlibrary loan librarian Charlotte is his BDSM Domme.   Between his body and his kinks, Nate has always had a difficult time with romance. But when he meets the new assistant library director James Albright, things in that department quickly heat up. Unfortunately, James has never been exposed to BDSM beyond the erotica section and Nate has always been more comfortable lying about his body and his sexuality. But James has a secret of his own and clues begin to appear behind the detective crime novels he reads every night.   Armed with handcuffs and a thrill for the chase, Nate sets out to uncover their dream power dynamic – and true love. {HEA. Standalone. M/M romance/erotic pairing and M/F kink pairing. Bisexual main male character.}

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"So, Nate…" Charlotte said in way of greeting as she nudged her glasses down on her nose and raised an eyebrow. "Have you met the new assistant library director?"

Nate glanced around. The room was empty and quiet.

"Yes, actually. I showed him how to use the microfilm machine before Gladys castrated him on his first hour on the job."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Gladys." She waved her hand. "Anyway. He's from Denver."

"Oh. Colorado's nice."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"What did you think?"

"He looks… fine."

"Fine?" She glared at him. "You must not have looked very hard."

Nate knew he was going to blush so he didn't try to hide it. "So maybe I did. My apologies."

"No need to apologize." Charlotte took a gigantic bite from her candy bar breakfast. "Nothin' wrong with lookin'."
*


Even though it was early, the dance floor was already swinging. Glasses clanged and the pop-crack of the pool tables punctuated the conversations. The greasy, succulent scent of bar food made the air as heavy as the humidity outside. Nate breathed deep, feeling at home.

The establishment was a bona fide Saloon and Dance Hall in the 1800's with a reputation for hosting vigilantes and rough riders that stopped there to avoid scuffles in bigger towns like Omaha or Kansas City. The saloon had also employed working girls there until the 1930's. 

For Nate, the place was a dream come true where he could work part time while writing smut with the rest of his time.
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"Health issues?" James asked. "Were you sick?"

"No." Nate never knew how to tell anyone about his disability without sounding dramatic. Somehow, now, in the moonlight, it was easier. He kept his voice even as he said, "I have nerve damage, so I just can't feel a lot of my body. Over half, actually." Nate shrugged. 

"What happened?" James stepped toward Nate when he asked, almost protectively.

"I was born with a rare birth defect. I had surgery on my spine when I was a kid, but it left me with the nerve damage that I've lived with pretty much all my life."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Nate stepped even closer, crossing the line of socially respectable distance. "The parts I can feel make up for it."

James reached out and easily took both Nate's hands in his.

"Can you feel this?"

"Not very well." Nate took a step toward James leading with his left hip.

James's hands slipped under Nate's suit jacket and settled on his waist.

"This?" James asked, voice low.

"Getting closer," Nate whispered.

"May I keep going?" James asked.

A liquid rush of heat warmed Nate's core. It was enough to short circuit his brain, the two of them breathing in one another, touching each other, being so close. But Nate managed to breathe, "Yes."

*

Charlotte stood up and walked to her dresser. "Close your eyes."

"Charlotte—"

"Nathan. Close. Your. Eyes."

Nate rolled his eyes before he closed them. "Yes, Mistress."

"Shut up and listen."

He felt a collar encircle his neck. It was one of the cheap ones with fake fur lining it. Probably pink or purple knowing Charlotte. But as her fingers worked over the clasp and secured the piece around his neck, he instantly felt an energy pulse through his limbs, bringing a life to his body that so often felt numb and disconnected.

"You know as well as I do that it's not all about whips and chains, collars and cuffs." Charlotte tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear and traced a fingernail along his jaw.

Nate heard the snap of metal as Charlotte attached a leash to the collar. She tugged and he gasped. He couldn't help it. It was like a light switch that made all his nerves fire at once with excitement and need.

"It's about what you felt, right in that moment, Nate. You know what it is, and it's a part of you. Don't let that go."
*


The gold lock that hung off Nate's toy bag glinted in the lamplight. It was past midnight. Despite their conversation over lunch, Nate and James ended up not talking about kink at all over dinner. The white wine and roasted chicken lent itself to more traditional dating conversation topics. They talked a little about his family in Denver, a lot about art and books, and some about their college days. Their conversation had been easy – it was as though they'd already been friends for a long while.

After the night had worn on, they made plans to head toward bed, with no real expectations of what that might entail. They took turns in the shower, Nate first. Afterward, even though he was in his pajamas, Nate had gone outside to smoke. He returned to find James in the bedroom wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts, skin still rosy from the hot shower water. He was staring at Nate's toy bag that sat on the dresser.

"Something on your mind?" Nate asked, walking into the room.

James's voice sent a shiver over Nate's body when he answered, "Yes."
*


Nate reached out and took the fabric of James's shirt in his hands, pulling him into a kiss.

James responded, rolling his tongue to deepen the kiss, holding Nate close to him, making Nate hum with tension followed with relief as James turned his head and their lips crashed together again. They fell into their make out session with a rough rush of skin. Their legs tangled and James ran his fingers through Nate's hair. Nate slipped his hands down James's abdomen, feeling his deep, passionate breathing. James moaned but in doing so broke the kiss. Panting, he sat up in bed, holding Nate at a small distance.

Nate's brain was seeing stars but he checked back in to reality. "I'm sorry – is something wrong?"

"No… no. It's just." James let out a hard sigh. He ran his hand along the side of Nate's face. "There's just… something I wanted to talk about first." He pulled back and held out his hands "Not that it's bad or anything." James grimaced. "I don't… think."

Nate calmed his breathing. "It's fine, really." Nate brushed James's cheek with his fingertips. "C'mon. I'll make breakfast."

James nodded. "Thanks."

*



There was a clunk and James set the handcuffs on the table just in Nate's line of sight.

Nate kept his hands flat on the table, but they were trembling.

The next sound to prick Nate's ears was the familiar clip and slip as James reached down and removed Nate's belt.

James then ripped open the front of Nate's jeans and pulled them slowly down Nate's hips, baring his ass, letting the denim fall around Nate's ankles.

James snapped the belt against his own thigh and the sound made Nate jump as though he had taken the impact. It gave away the fact that James had him exactly where he wanted him in Nate's own mind.

James laid the leather strap on Nate’s skin and his hips bucked involuntarily. James lifted the strap only to drape it over his ass again. Nate's trembling turned to shaking. The erotic pleasure low in his abdomen was so heavy he thought he was going to burst and James hadn't even hit him once.

*

Nate had taken to wearing his hair back to show all his piercings. He had pulled up his sleeves to let his tattoos peek out. He caught James glancing at them and Nate felt another wave of excitement mixed with gratitude that something he had once been self-conscious about was now something that drove his lover crazy. He still couldn't believe sometimes that he had found a man who not only encouraged the person Nate was, but celebrated it. And the fact that his piercings, ripped jeans, and tattoos were all a part of his bad boy Mr. Hyde persona in the bedroom made showing off the glints and glimmers in public all the more fun and fulfilling.

*


Nate wondered how many times he has washed off the table they were sitting at in the rush of work.
How many minutes had he been there – tired but working, lonely but working, in pain but working. Spinning stories in his head and ruminating over all the life that had been lived in all the years that had passed, how many people had floated over the worn wood floor. Stolen kisses and passionate embraces, last chances and lost souls. And yet Nate had never imagined such an important part of his own story would unfold at this little table, in this house of ill repute – among ghosts and legends.

James and Nate didn't need to kiss or be any closer at their corner table. It was already there inside them, their secrets they kept for each other, written on their bodies in ways that only each other could see. And even though they both had to work the next day, they stayed until the bar closed. Linda let them have the last dance at midnight.

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