Cold Submission (Sample)

Cold Submission (Sample)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., mars 20, 2017
Isaac has been looking for a submissive for years. He seems to never be able to find what it is he is looking for but he is hoping that is coming to a end soon. As Head Dom at the Playroom, a local BDSM club, he is getting tired of playing with the subs. He wants to find the one. Frost is in no way looking for any body. All he wants is to keep his fucking nose clean and run his tattoo shop in peace. His past is the kind that haunts a guy to the end of his days. But he did the crimes so now he has to pay somehow. Might as well be Karma kicking her size 14 up his ass. So why in the hell is this guy with salt and pepper hair and silvery blue eyes suddenly showing up in his life? What the hell is karma pulling? Safe Sane Consensual BDSM MalexMale relationship centric. Gay Erotica and Actions Romance. Mature 18+ readers.
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Where do all the demons play when the sun goes down? Hell, of course. Just... not the Hell you're thinking of. Isaac Parkinson is a man on the run, fleeing a past he desires no part of, and a city that wants him dead. A new city; new opportunities. Bunking out in an abandoned warehouse in the grey corners of an already grey city, he has two possessions to his name: a sleek silver revolver, and a necklace: the only tie to his previous life. To his mother. But it might fetch a hefty sum, if you know the right guy. If it boils down to selling your soul, Isaac only asks the price. Isaac stumbles onto Connor Robertson, a man thrust into a fortune he can't control, and Isaac reveals Connor's black heart. Turning this new development to his advantage, he seduces the young Connor into converting this dump into a makeshift nightclub. The catch? It's all a lie. A haven for the lost souls, a hangout to drink your sorrows away and enjoy the sweet bliss of a drug-fuelled escape, turning their pain into profit. This limbo between two worlds-the real world, and the world of fantasy: a Hell of its own. Only the lonely dwell here. Connor might just fit in at a place like this, yet he craves for a life well-lived, and escaping into the night has never been a long-term solution. Isaac wants to prove him otherwise, showing him the dangers, and delights of this unkempt world. Swept up in Isaac's charm, Connor looks past the darkness in his heart, and as Isaac's past catches up to him, and new threats emerge, Connor finds he is in way over his head. But the fight is not his alone. Corin Lowell, guardian of Hell, shadow in the cracks, and bright-eyed Aiden Griffin, challenge what Isaac holds true. As their black hearts are put on display, Connor has to decide if Isaac truly does love him, and can be saved from his destructive path, or if his soul really belongs in Hell to burn.

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