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Hi, I’m L M Somerton, and it’s such a pleasure to be with you today!
I’m a firmly committed book addict and over the years have enjoyed many genres. I read English, American and Commonwealth Arts at university, which was just an excuse to devour hundreds of works from authors I may never otherwise have come across. With vague, rose-tinted ideas of writing as a career I have spent more than two decades in marketing and corporate communications roles. The upside of the rat race has been the opportunity to travel extensively and make friends around the world.
There’s evidence of my travels in many of my books, which are based in diverse locations, though I have a particular love of the remoter parts of England. It’s hard to beat Cumbria, Cornwall or the wilds of the Yorkshire moors for romantic settings. More recently I’ve drawn on my travel experiences to base stories further afield and the US is a firm favourite.
I try to paint a picture with my words. I want my readers to be drawn to my characters and absorbed by my plotlines, albeit with plenty of kinky hot stuff thrown in. I write thrilling romance rather than romantic thrillers. There’s nothing more fascinating to me than power exchange between men, which is why all my books to date have BDSM content to varying degrees.
I write early in the mornings and late at night, fitting my boys and their stories around a busy job, family and demanding cat (who thinks humans exist only to serve him). When I’m not writing I still love to travel and find inspiration for new storylines along the way.
I have sixteen titles on general release, with several more at various stages of completion.
I love to hear from readers. You can find me on the Pride Publishing site or on my website where you can sign up for my (very irregular) newsletter and check out my blog. You can find my links to Facebook and Twitter there too. You can find me on Pinterest, where I post pictures that inspired my stories.
(#6 in the Tales from the Edge series)
Love forged in fire is unassailable.
Fireman Salter Beauman, Beau to his friends, has had his eye on cute Marty Standish ever since he helped rescue Marty and his boss from the bombed out rubble of Temple Church. An analyst for the security services, Marty is cute, geeky and submissive through and through—even if he doesn’t know it yet.
With a serial fire starter making inroads into Beau’s life expectancy, he decides that there is no time to waste and introduces Marty to the D/s lifestyle. Marty responds with wide eyes, an insatiable desire to learn and the ability to turn Beau on with nothing more than a wiggle of his slim hips.
But Beau has a second, far more malevolent admirer. ‘See me dance’ is the message left at a series of increasingly dangerous fires. Beau and Marty must work together to catch a psychotic arsonist before their love goes up in flames. Literally.
Beau rubbed the backs of his knuckles over Marty’s belly.
“You have beautiful skin. Silky. It marks well.” He lowered Marty’s zipper a couple of inches, just enough for Marty’s lace underwear to be exposed. To Marty’s horror, his cock poked from the top, slick with pre-cum. He whimpered.
“Very nice,” Beau said. He lowered Marty’s zipper farther so that it was half between the front and back of his trousers. He pulled the stretchy lace down and lodged it beneath Marty’s balls, causing them, and his cock, to jut out lewdly. “Better. Now I can fit this.”
Beau soon had a thick metal ring snugly locked in place. Marty was relieved. He teetered on the edge of orgasm and didn’t want to come by accident.
Marty fidgeted and received a sharp slap to his ass as reward. His cock jerked.
“These are screw clamps. Good for a beginner because they are adjustable. Better than tweezer style because they don’t come off easily.” Beau flicked at a nipple until it peaked then he attached the clamp, screwing it down until Marty hissed at the sharp pain. The second one went on, and Beau linked them with a chain. Then he tugged it.
“Please what? Pull it again? I don’t think you want me to stop do you, Marty?”
The pain seemed to have a direct connection to Marty’s cock. Each twinge increased his need to come. There had to be some kind of equation to describe the effect. Beau ran a second chain from the cock ring to the center of the one joining Marty’s nipples. Every time his dick so much as twitched, there was a tug on his tits.
“Effective, isn’t it?”
Beau didn’t seem to expect an answer so Marty concentrated on not groaning. Beau played with the clamps and chain for what seemed like hours but was probably minutes.
Marty’s balls ached as much as his nipples but he managed to stay in position. Finally, when Marty was ready to beg and scream for release, Beau led him to a metal frame that curved back in an arch. Beau positioned Marty with his spine to the metal. It was cold against his bare skin but soon warmed.
“I’m going to bind you in position. Just relax. I’ll put you where I want you.”
“Yes, Sir.” It helped to acknowledge the statement, though Marty was under no illusion that he had any choice in the matter.
Beau used leather straps to bind Marty’s ankles to upright poles. They were spaced far
enough apart that Marty felt the stretch in his thigh muscles. Next was his waist with the buckle behind the pole at his back so that it didn’t dig in.
“I’m going to make a star shape. Reach up and out with your arms.”
Beau climbed the frame to secure Marty’s wrists and elbows in place. Further straps went around his chest and neck. The curvature of the contraption meant that he was bent backward, with an excellent view of the ceiling unless he strained his head forward. It also served to thrust his groin out and tighten the chain between his cock ring and the nipple clamps.
“Stay in position. Don’t fight it or you’ll choke yourself.” Beau checked all the bindings.
“Does anything pinch?”
“No, Sir.” Marty’s head was a whirl of sensation. Pain, arousal and restraint combined to fog his mind. He’d never felt so vulnerable. So exposed. His purpose was to pleasure Beau but Marty had no control over how that might happen. He had handed all the power to Beau and it made him giddy with exhilaration.
Beau finished the job of unfastening Marty’s zip, separating his trousers into two pieces.
He shoved the leather down Marty’s thighs.
“I like your choice of underwear, sweetheart. Much more interesting than black cotton.”
Beau ripped the scrap of lace away. “I’ll buy you some more. You should wear them all the time.”
“Is that an order, Sir?” Marty whispered.
Beau cocked his head to one side, considering. “Yes. It is. You’ll wear microscopic underwear from now on—the kinkier the better. We can have an online shopping session and I’ll choose my favorites. How are you doing with that plug?” Beau moved behind the frame and gave Marty’s ass a sharp slap, driving the plug deep. He got a hold of the end, pulled it out slowly then plunged it back in.
Marty gasped and babbled a series of pleas that were mostly nonsense. Beau fucked him with the plug, twisting and manipulating the toy to hit Marty’s sweet spot. Marty screamed and thrust his groin out as far as his bonds would allow. The nipple chain pulled taut, sending a bolt of pleasure pain to his balls.
“No! Sir…stop, please stop!”
“I don’t hear your safe word, Marty.”
Marty wailed. If Beau stopped he would never get to come. The pain was not severe. The exquisite agony came from being denied when tremors of need rolled through his body, one after the other. Using his safe word was unthinkable.
Beau removed the plug completely, leaving Marty even more desperate.
“Empty, Sir, please…”
“All in good time.”
Beau moved in front of him. Marty tried to see his face but the strap around his neck was too tight to move far. The next thing he felt was Beau’s mouth on his cock. Marty howled. It was too much. Doms didn’t do that, did they? This one did and fuck was he good at it. Beau focused only on the head of Marty’s dick. He sucked and licked until Marty thought he would go out of his mind. Then it stopped. Marty couldn’t decide which was worse—to be touched or to be left wanting.
“This is torture!”
Beau licked his way up Marty’s stomach.
“I did warn you that sexual torture is my specialty,” Beau said, his tone mild. “Let’s see if your cock can handle pain as well as pleasure.”
(#1 in the Investigating Love series)
What if the last thing you felt was the kiss of a knife?
Rasputin’s kiss is lethal. He’s a ghost—killing and disappearing into the night. With few leads and four bodies on his conscience, Detective Inspector Alex Courtney and his team are running on empty and it’s only a matter of time before Rasputin strikes again.
When Alex recruits a young detective to play the part of his boyfriend and provide a tempting target for a killer, he knows he is taking a huge risk. He doesn’t expect Conor Trethuan to be a perfect potential submissive. When their mutual attraction becomes more, Alex has to face the conflict between his possessive instincts and the need to push his young lover into danger.
Investigating their feelings has to come second to investigating the case. There’s no time to decide if what they feel for each other is real. With Rasputin closing in, they may not live to find out.
Alex’s thin pyjama bottoms were tented by his straining erection and felt ready to split. Conor reached up and put his hands on Alex’s waist, but much as he loved the feeling of Conor’s hands on him, Alex shook his head. He grasped Conor’s wrists and guided his hands to the rails of the cast iron headboard.
“Hold the rails.” He waited until Conor had obeyed, admiring the stretch of his lean body, then he hopped off the bed and got rid of his annoying pyjamas.
“You should be honoured that I put these on for you, I hate the bloody things. I’m surprised they’re not full of moth holes it’s been that long since I’ve worn them.”
Conor worried at his kiss-swollen bottom lip with his teeth. “I prefer you naked, but thanks for the thought.”
“Well, I think you should be in the same state.” Alex resumed his position across Conor’s thighs and teased the waistband of his boxer briefs. He slid a finger beneath the elastic and along Conor’s smooth skin.
“I should have got you another pair like the ones you wore this evening.”
Conor twitched beneath him. “That was not underwear. That was cling film in disguise.”
Alex licked his lips, “Now there’s a thought. Just one strip of clear film wrapped around you, pressing your cock and balls down…”
“Pervert!” Conor allowed his hand to stray away from the rails and it was forcibly returned.
“Possibly. The best thing about sexy underwear is its removal.”
Alex pulled the waistband of Conor’s shorts down enough to allow the swollen head of his rigid cock to poke free, then pinned it in place with the stretchy fabric. He rubbed the exposed tip with a finger, gathering a few drops of moisture, chuckling in delight as Conor squirmed and wriggled beneath him. He applied his wet fingertip to one of Conor’s hard nipples and leant forward to run his tongue firmly around the other. He sat back and blew a steady stream of cool air across the damp flesh and Conor moaned, his breath coming in short pants.
Alex kissed the point where Conor’s neck and shoulder met, then bit down gently before sucking up a bruise.
“Mm. You taste good. I want my marks all over your body.”
Conor groaned but didn’t try to stop him. Alex scraped his teeth lightly across Conor’s chest until he found a small rosy bud again and nibbled delicately. Conor bucked his hips and Alex rose up on his knees, denying him any friction.
“Oh no you don’t. I decide when to give you relief.” Alex pinched Conor’s nipples simultaneously and elicited an indignant yelp from his captive. Conor let go of the bed rail again and Alex pushed his hand forcefully back.
“No touching! Let go again and I’ll tie you to the rails.”
Conor’s eyes widened but he complied with a moan. “Alex, please…”
(Part of the What’s his Passion imprint)
Feel the fear and do it anyway.
Extreme photographer Lysander Brock is accustomed to challenging places and situations but nothing can prepare him for the journey that his dominant lover, Kyle Dawson, takes him on.
A commission to photograph the cloud forests of the Colombian Andes becomes the cover for a dangerous mission to expose a terrorist group. Kyle and Lysander must negotiate treacherous terrain, a hazardous climb and unexplored caves to achieve their goal.
When Lysander is captured and tortured, he has no expectations of rescue. He understands that his life comes second to the mission but Kyle has no intention of leaving his beautiful, submissive lover in the hands of a madman. Kyle can deal with the intense pressure of fighting lethal enemies but the guilt of pushing Lysander into a life he never asked for is much harder to accept.
Lysander and Kyle journey together into a life of adventure, Dominance and submission, and an uncertain future.
Hands a little steadier, Brock undid his belt buckle and released the studs fastening his fly. He kicked off his shoes and slid soft denim down his legs and over bare feet. As Brock’s body was revealed, Kyle drew a sharp intake of breath. His iron cock pressed against his zipper, so hard it was painful. How he had denied himself Brock’s body for so long he would never know. Brock’s cheeks were flushed a delicate shade of pink. Kyle lowered his gaze from Brock’s face to his groin. Brock had chosen to wear gauzy trunks that seemed to reveal everything and nothing at the same time. The black fabric molded to his body and his dick seemed to be doing its best to pierce the delicate weave. Kyle couldn’t resist. He invaded Brock’s personal space, slid his hands beneath the waistband of Brock’s shorts and cupped his firm ass. He agitated smooth skin, feeling soft, downy hairs and clenching muscle. He grazed the top of Brock’s crack and enjoyed the resulting whimper. Slowly he withdrew and stood back.
“I want you to take them off.”
The conflict playing across Brock’s beautiful features was plain to see and Kyle loved every moment of his resistance. He allowed himself a small smile of triumph as Brock slid the trunks off. He tried to cover himself with his hands but his erection denied him any modesty at all.
“It’s like the first time together all over again, isn’t it? You feel vulnerable… Insecure. We’ll talk, I promise—but not now, not yet. Now I’m in control. No doubts, no worries… I want to show you how it can be between us. We can’t talk until the barriers are broken down.”
Brock’s vulnerability turned Kyle on in a way he found difficult to describe. They’d made love before, but this felt so different. He stood on the edge of a precipice, peeking over, preparing to jump and wondering if the parachute would open. The thrill of it had his cock jerking with excitement.
Kyle pushed Brock’s arms behind his back and circled his wrists with one hand, pinning him in place. Maintaining eye contact, he used his free hand to cradle and squeeze Brock’s balls. He nudged Brock’s legs a little farther apart. He ran a finger the length of Brock’s rigid dick.
“So hard. So needy.” Kyle caught the drop of pre-cum pooled in Brock’s slit on a fingertip. Slowly. He brought the finger to his lips and sucked it clean. Brock moaned and tried to jerk against him. Kyle tightened his grip on his lover’s wrists, squeezing to the point of pain. “I make the decisions, love. Behave yourself.” Brock pouted and Kyle caught the word ‘adorable’ flitting through his mind. I’m lost. Completely and utterly lost. This beautiful man has the rest of my life in his hands and he doesn’t even know it.
Kyle released Brock’s wrists and pushed him gently back onto the bed. Brock wriggled up the mattress until his head rested on a pillow. He looked every bit as beautiful as Kyle knew he would against the midnight blue of the sheets. Bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, his skin glowed invitingly. Light blond waves fanned across the pillow and his eyes glittered like sapphires.
“How did I get so lucky?” Kyle muttered to himself as he hurriedly stripped his clothes off. He stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at his prize. What if this is the last time? What if I never have this again? He pushed the thought away and Brock’s legs apart until they were spread wide, knowing that it would make Brock feel even more exposed. Brock’s eyelashes fluttered gold against his cheeks. He’s nervous. Perfect.
One of Brock’s hands strayed toward his cock.
“No,” Kyle snapped. “Hands by your sides.” The pout returned, along with a belligerent scowl. “Is my baby about to have a tantrum?”
Brock glared at him, lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue just visible between them. “I—”
“No! No speaking until I’m done with you. No arguing. No complaining. No begging… Though I do enjoy that. Consider it my sacrifice.” For a moment, Kyle thought that Brock might protest, but his inner submissive wouldn’t allow it. He relaxed back onto the pillows as if Kyle’s words had released all the tension from his body.