Thank you for joining us on the Power Play: Resistance virtual release tour! *throws penis-shaped confetti borrowed from Anne Tenino* No party is complete without favors, so we’ll be giving away winner’s choice of one backlist book from Cat or Rachel to one lucky commenter from this blog at the end of the tour. We’ll also be giving away a classic Nook pre-loaded with six of our titles to one lucky commenter drawn from all the tour stops, so follow along and party with us at each–you can earn an entry at every stop!
To help celebrate the release of the kinktastic Power Play: Resistance, the authors wrangled their characters into an interrogation chair for your reading pleasure.
Today Brandon McKinney discusses coming out into one’s kink with pride, as well as serving a Dominant with a wide sadistic streak. 🙂
1) You’d never explored any kind of Dom/sub relationship before you met Jonathan. So, what tempted you to give it a try? Was it just the money?
At first, yeah. *scratches cheek* Well, okay, maybe not all the money? I mean, I’m not a whore or anything. And it’s not like I go around all the time having sex with guys in back alleys, so obviously something about Jonathan really, I dunno, called to me, I guess. Guy’s pretty crazy hot, for one thing, and just plain crazy, for another. And the sex . . . Jesus. He got under my skin—I mean, kinda like a burrowing parasite gets under your skin, but under there nonetheless. I couldn’t quite shake the thought of him, and though it drove me nuts, I didn’t really want to. So, yeah, I mean, was it mostly the money? Sure. But there was more to it than that. I liked him. Even if I kinda wanted to punch him in the nose more or less all the time.
2) Jonathan’s dungeon is chock-full of a wide variety of toys. Do you have a favorite?
*laughs* Favorite? I suppose I have a few that scare me the least—does that count? But, no, seriously, um . . . Yeah, I guess. He’s got this one flogger I really like, all soft lightweight suede, doesn’t hurt at all. Feels more like a massage, actually. And I kinda like the St. Andrew’s Cross, too, though maybe that’s just because every time Jonathan puts me up on it he makes me come out my ears.
3) How about one you especially dislike?
Oh God, that cage. *shudders* The sarcophagus one, you know? With the shocks? *shudders again* Shit, I get nightmares just thinking about that.
4) You fought Jonathan non-stop for weeks, and yet, in the end, you came back to him & asked for another chance. Can you tell us why?
Um. *blushes* It’s, um . . . kinda hard to explain, you know? But it was like . . . like he broke something in me, something I’d built up a long time ago to make life, I dunno, less painful, I guess. And I didn’t know how to deal with all the crap that came spilling out when that happened, and I can’t help but think that if he knew how to tear that wall down, well, he’d damn well better know how to deal with everything that was hiding behind it, too. Otherwise I’m just gonna go fucking insane.
5) What do you hope to get out of this relationship? Is it still just about the money?
No. I mean, the money’s nice, sure. And I’m not gonna pretend it doesn’t matter, because of course it does—that’s my whole future there, you know? I can go back to school with that money, and buy my boss’s construction company with that money. I need it. But there’s more to it than that now. There’s that whole thing I talked about in your last question, and there’s . . . well, the truth is? I kinda like Jonathan. I like the way he makes me feel. I like the way he looks at me like I matter, like I don’t have to hide, like I should be proud of who I am. I hope . . . I dunno, I hope when this is over that we can still be friends, you know? Maybe even still sleep together. Best sex of my life, for sure. And there’s something about him . . . *shrugs* I dunno. But whatever it is, I obviously can’t seem to walk away from it.
Give me six months, and I’ll give you the world.
Brandon McKinney has scraped and sacrificed for what little in life he’s ever had. Though it’s been fifteen years since he escaped his father’s abuse, the damage remains. Trust seems as far out of reach as his dream of becoming an architect, and though he’s come to accept being gay, he can’t deny the shame and confusion he feels at other urges—the deeply-repressed desire to submit.
Jonathan Watkins is a self-made Silicon Valley billionaire whose ex-wife took half his money and even more of his faith. Comfortable as a Dominant but wary of being hurt again, he resorts to anonymous pickups and occasional six-month contracts with subs seeking only a master, not a lover.
When a sizzling back-alley encounter cues Jonathan in to Brandon’s deep-seated submissive side, he makes the man an offer: Give me six months of your life, and I’ll open your eyes to a whole new world. Brandon doesn’t care about that; all he wants is the three million dollars Jonathan’s offering so he can buy the construction company he works for. But he soon learns that six months on his knees is no easy feat, and shame and pride may keep him from all he ever wanted—and all he never dreamed he had any right to have.
You can read an excerpt and order Power Play: Resistance here.
About the authors:
Rachel Haimowitz is an M/M erotic romance author, a freelance writer and editor, and the Managing Editor of Riptide Publishing. She’s also a sadist with a pesky conscience, shamelessly silly, and quite proudly pervish. Fortunately, all those things make writing a lot more fun for her . . . if not so much for her characters.
When she’s not writing about hot guys getting it on (or just plain getting it; her characters rarely escape a story unscathed), she loves to read, hike, camp, sing, perform in community theater, and glue captions to cats. She also has a particular fondness for her very needy dog, her even needier cat, and shouting at kids to get off her lawn.
You can find Rachel at her website, Tweeting as RachelHaimowitz, chatting in the Goodreads forums, and blogging at Fantasy Unbound. She loves to hear from folks, so feel free to drop her a line anytime at metarachel (at) gmail (dot) com.
EPIC Award–winning author Cat Grant lives by the sea in beautiful Monterey, California, with one persnickety feline and entirely too many books and DVDs. When she’s not writing, she sings along (badly!) to whatever’s on her iPod shuffle, watches lots of movies, and fantasizes about kinky sex with Michael Fassbender.
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