I adore writing MM, most especially BDSM. I’ve had some success with it, having several titles out now in series and serial form. My most popular serial is “The Master’s Boys” beginning with “Silver Ties” the prequel and continuing on with “Trick” Book One.
There is something so naughty about reading and writing BDSM and I have found so little of it in the MM world that I really and truly enjoy and I have looked.
So many people are out there writing it the way they see it without doing a whole lot of development of characters. When I find a book that answers the fundamental questions in my mind which are 1. Why should I believe this character is realistic and number 2. Do I appreciate how this Dom treats (and or) cares for his submissive? If the author hasn’t done a good job in telling me these two things as the story unfolds, well, I am just not interested in the outcome. In other words, I want a story with my bondage and discipline and I want real characters that I can sink my nipple clamps into. It’s what drew me to this genre. So few were writing it well so I endeavored to develop a world (in this case an online BDSM club - for The Master’s Boys) that I felt was believable. So far people have believed it.
In this new series, the “Assassins” series, I use the backdrop of a BDSM club located in my fictional town of Westburg, Texas where a lot of my stories take place “Invitation Only”. This club, while not a gay club, caters to all sexual orientations, though all of my stories for “The Invitation Only” serial and the “Assassins” series are gay.
BDSM takes so many forms and in these serials and series I have explored just about every kink and fetish that I can think of. The Master’s Boys is a 7 novella serial, Invitation Only is a 6 novella serial (still in progress) and the Assassins series is planned as 3 novel length books.
I am very excited to present “Verified Kill” and I thank you for reading.
Thank you for hosting me today for my newest release “Verified Kill” Book One of the “Assassins” Series. It can be found on Amazon
Wilkins shot out of hiding from his spot against the wall and pulled out a handgun, aiming it up at the guard and firing, missing the target as Walker came to the conclusion that backing him up was mandatory. Walker swore a slew of curses on Wilkin’s mother as he jumped up from his cozy snow trench and leaped to his friend’s defense, leaving his cover, and tearing across the clearing toward the commotion. The guard on the wall didn’t see Walker coming to Wilkin’s aid. He was already in pursuit of Wilkins, who’d rounded the far corner out of sight. Walker heard two more volleys and he knew that Wilkins was taking care of the other perimeter guards as he rushed in, lifting his P228 (M11) pistol and firing a hail of rounds, taking out the guard in pursuit of Wilkins along the wall on his side. The shrill sound of the whistle stopped immediately as blood sprayed out of the guy’s mouth along with the silver whistle as the guard fell forward and toppled off the top of the wall, landing hard in the snow, his sightless eyes staring upward as Walker hit the wall beside the corpse and flattened himself to it.
The next several moments happened so quickly, Walker had a hard time recalling it until months afterward. Walker heard a click, realized what it was, and then before he could drop, the explosion went off about fifteen feet from him. The vehicle disintegrated, his ears stopped hearing, and he slammed his lids shut as his face and torso were hit with a blast of heat straight out of hell as metal shards peppered his body. The memory of him strapping on protective body armor briefly washed over him with relief, as he fell forward, and he tried to catch himself with arms that wouldn’t work. He collapsed into the cold of the snow. He lay there, doing a physical assessment to assure himself that all his pieces were intact, and just as he reached the conclusion that they were, he felt himself being lifted under both armpits from behind.
“I gotcha, buddy,” Wilkins drawled. The fuckin’ redneck.
Walker tried to stand on his own power as Wilkins’s strong arms pulled him into an upright position, but his legs felt like Jell-O and went right out from under him.
“Can you stand, Easton? What the hell are you doing out here?” Wilkins cursed and Walker knew he’d be feeling much the same way had their roles been reversed. “I took care of most of them but we gotta get the fuck outa here before the rest of them come.” Walker heard the desperation in Wilkins’s voice and did his best to move under his own power, while Wilkins screamed into a radio.
“This is Alpha Tango One. Get us the fuck out of here! Taking heavy enemy fire! I repeat, Alpha Tango One. Man down! Man down! Over!”
Walker couldn’t really see, though his eyes were open. Something wet poured down his face, more than likely his own blood, the head injury making a mess out of not only his mental acuity, but his field of vision as well. Somehow, some way, they made it back into the trees and by then the whoop whoop of a Cobra attack helicopter broke into the sound of shouts and the zinging of bullets fired from the guards who were closing in. A second later the huge airborne armored weapon came into sight, kicking up a cloud of snowflakes in the clearing between the compound walls and the tree line where they were standing. Pieces of the compound walls began disintegrating around them as the Cobra fired on the enemy, clearing a path for them. It sounded as if Armageddon had begun. Walker’s arm was draped over Wilkins’s shoulder and as soon as the helicopter hit the ground, the men inside started the extraction, returning fire on the enemy following. Wilkins and Walker made their way to the great gray beast and more hands were there to lift them inside of the warm interior. The last thing Walker remembered was Wilkins flopping onto the deck beside him as he lost consciousness.