Blurb:
Drew Prescott thinks he has to be perfect to
attract the Dom of his dreams. However, after a year of repressing his true
personality, he must face the fact that Dominant Holt Benedict still isn’t
interested. In a desperate effort to move on with his life, he contacts Madame
Eve, requesting a Dominant who will make him forget Holt so he can try to heal
his broken heart. But when his date demonstrates a different way of seeing
things, their one night changes everything and forces
Drew to recognize the difference between being a perfect sub and offering
perfect submission to the man he craves.
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About
The Author:
Jayson writes MM romance in the BDSM world,
hence the tagline “gay kink.” You won’t find much here about the author. Jayson
prefers to let the work tell the stories. However, the curious are always
welcome and encouraged to post comments on the blog which will be all about
Jayson’s writing journey, from the story of a perfect sub, to one about
forgetting the past, to Jayson’s series about Mase and Ty.
Excerpt:
The
door opened and I froze, not that I had been moving. A muffled curse drifted to
my straining ears.
“Andrew
Prescott?” a gruff voice asked.
“Yes,
sir. And it’s Drew, sir,” I replied quietly.
Another
muffled curse rent the silence. The door closed. Boots trod across the floor
toward me.
“You’re
my one-night stand.”
The unmuffled
words filtered into my brain and rang in my ears. I fought not to tremble. The voice
belonged to Holt Benedict!
As the Dominant
paced, the sound of his boots treading across the floor from my left to my
right and back again, my mind flooded with disbelief. Had Madame Eve thought
one night with Holt would make me decide I no longer wanted him? Perhaps she
knew something about him I didn’t. Maybe she knew he didn’t suit me after all.
Maybe she thought if I actually spent a night submitting to him, I wouldn’t idolize
him any longer. And she could be right. I would get this man out of my system
and it would allow me to get on with my life and find a master who really wanted
my submission.
The
booted footsteps stopped in front of me. I held myself still. I would not give Holt
the satisfaction of performing at a sub-par level.
“Why
are you here, Drew?”
I
wanted to rage at him and burn through some of my pain, but I didn’t. I had
taught myself control, taught myself how to be a good sub, and I wouldn’t do
such an undisciplined thing as blurt out my feelings. At least, I was good now.
I hadn’t always been.
“I
contacted Madame Eve and arranged a one-night stand.” My words were remarkably
even for a man who quivered inside with a million nerves.
“With me.”
His
arrogant tone made my stomach churn with anger and bitterness. For a year, I
had been as near to perfect as possible. I had tamed my temper and my tendency
to be a bit of a brat. I bit my tongue so many times I ended up having it
pierced it so I’d have something else to bite on besides my own flesh. All
because I’d wanted him to notice me. I’d wanted him to want me. Since he’d been
looking for the perfect sub, I’d been as perfect as possible, but not once had
the man bothered to notice me. His curt, arrogant tone stung my lacerated
feelings and set me free of my resolve to show him my perfection.
“Hell,
no! I didn’t ask her for you!”
He
sucked in a harsh breath. “That is no way to address your master.”
Driven
by pain, I let his rough words spur me on. “You’re not my master.”
“Tonight
I am.”
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