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It’s July 3rd, which means my romance with a little side of kink—Curious Sustenance—is on sale! Until midnight Eastern time, get a copy at the Dreamspinner store for $0.99!

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Curious Sustenance is about boundaries, and not only the kind that come with a safe word.

Cover-CuriousSustenanceHe never knew boundaries could be so sexy.

Ross Jenson is looking forward to a little midmorning delight to celebrate making Lifetime in Weight Watchers, but after he spent eight months losing ninety-eight pounds, what his lover gets him is a triple-layer chocolate cake. When Ross refuses to eat it, the newly minted ex leaves the country and dumps him via e-mail, with three sentences and a link to a chubby chasers web site. A few days later, Ross’s best friend and workout buddy takes him to her favorite club for drinks. Ross is shocked when he realizes it’s a sex club but warms to the idea in record time when a mysterious Japanese man and his silken ropes sweep him off his feet. Ross has never thought of himself as adventurous, but he can’t stop thinking about the man who makes his bones feel like gummy worms.

Warnings: This book features a corporate sensitivity trainer with an agenda, an awesome gal-pal, an unconventional sex club, a mysterious Japanese rope artist, and another taste of Portland, Oregon as seen through my twisted mind.


“Do you like pain?”

Ross gasped softly and shook his head.

“I will do nothing meant to cause pain. What is your safe word?”

The question woke Ross up enough to speak. He felt as though he’d stepped into a movie—the atmosphere, this gorgeous man’s extremely careful speech pattern, and his own shocking desire.

“My….” was all he could get out, but it was something.

Shaggy held his eyes for a long moment. The man was an excellent showman; he had the mysterious magician-vibe down. Ross felt himself falling into those dark eyes.

“We will use the traffic signal colors.” Slowly but without hesitation, the man’s fingers began to unbutton Ross’ shirt. “If you feel any discomfort, use them. Yellow and I will slow down. Red and I stop immediately and cut the ropes. Do you understand?”

Ross nodded, and his shirt was unbuttoned. It wasn’t cold in the room, but he shivered as Shaggy’s fingers touched the bare skin of his chest. He walked around behind Ross and spoke in his ear as he drew the soft shirt away from his shoulders and down his arms.

“I want to hear you say the words.”

“Yellow is slow down. Red is stop.”

The man, who Ross found impossible to call Shaggy even in his head, smiled, and Ross worried he wouldn’t be able to remain standing much longer. Nobody had ever looked at him like that, as though he were beautiful and special, and quite possibly delicious. The man draped his shirt over a small velvet chair and turned back to him.

“Yes,” he said, softly so only Ross could hear. He ran his palm slowly across Ross’ chest, from his left shoulder to just below his right nipple. “This will be beautiful.”

Ross barely noticed when Shaggy began working on his belt, his silky voice commanded Ross’ attention as he told him what to expect, talking of gentle pressure and artistry until he whispered a simple sentence and then waited.

“Please step away from your trousers.”

Ross took one step to his left and knew he should’ve been shocked he hadn’t noticed his boots coming off, but it was much nicer to watch as Shaggy folded his slacks and laid them on the chair. He bent over and dipped his hand into a bag the same color as the border of the Oriental rug they stood on, and Ross sighed at the view. The man had a beautiful, almost heart-shaped ass, and his slacks were tight enough to show it off amazingly well.

Shaggy showed him a shiny object, not quite a pair of scissors, and told him, “If you say red, this will cut the ropes. You will be free in moments.” He placed it on the floor near a little round stool on wheels, directly in the light.

It looked macabre sitting there gleaming while Ross stood on a fancy rug in only his gray boxer-briefs. For a moment, Ross considered what was happening and that there were at least a half-dozen other people in the room, but then Shaggy turned back around and fixed him with those dark eyes again. If it were physically possible, he’d be a puddle on the floor at his feet.

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