Essential Master Book Tour: Dakota Trace

Blurb: 

Submissive Zebadiah Pellegrino maybe down, but he's not out yet. He knows there is a Dom or Domme for him - it's just a matter of finding him or her.  But after an attack by a brutal Mistress, the owners of New Beginnings have been hovering like a pair of over protective hens. It's been over a year and he's ready to move on, but now he just has to convince them or leave New Beginnings.

New members, Dom Nicholaus Tarquinio and switch Stephanie McKeown have a unique D/s relationship and have been searching for some time for a third member, a submissive to complete their triad. But the trick is to find a man who not only appeals to Nicholaus's domination but isn't above allowing Stephanie to have her fun too.  

When Zebadiah catches Stephanie's eye, she and Nicholaus approach the wounded sub, wondering if he's truly ready take what they have to offer him, or is Ethan right about Zebadiah not being ready? Only time will tell.

Okay, I don’t know what Miss Evelise was thinking but having half naked men on her header is a major distraction. Why hadn’t Livvy warned me about this?  She’d been here before during my last book tour. She could’ve said hey, Dakota, check out the smexy men at Evelise’s. But no, for once my muse hadn’t said a word. Great just another bone to pick with my muse, when and if she showed up.  Dragging my eyes away from the bare muscular backs was a challenge but I managed.  Setting down the plate of brownies I brought as a peace offering – it never hurt to be prepared, considering the havoc Livvy probably caused the last time.  Oh, wait. I just thought of something, you have no idea who I am – do you?  Well, I’m the author who happened to be out of town chaperoning a bunch of kids to Florida and thought that my muse could visit the stops in my place. BIG MISTAKE.   Anyway, I’m Dakota Trace, and by the grace of Ms. Evelise’s generous heart, she’s allowed me to come back. 

So why I am I here? Well, I have a new BDSM book out – Essential Master and to promote it, I’m going around to several hops, giving away copies and introducing the main characters in the book. In fact, Ms. Stephanie McKeown, should be showing up at this stop.  She’s the “f” in my m/m/f story and she happens to be a switch.  And I’m not talking about a light switch here, folks. She loves to submit to Nicholaus, or Nicky as she calls him, yet lives to dominate Zeb.

A loud muttering pulls my attention to the door as Stephanie, all six feet of her stomps into the room. My eyes widen. I know that pissed off look anywhere. My muse had struck again.

“Dakota, I’m gonna kill her, dice her up and dump her in so many dumpsters you’re going to spend days at the landfill putting her back together. If you didn’t need her to give Toby his story, she’d be D.O.A.”  Her dark hair, streaked with violet streaks swung as she spun around to face my muse. With tension rolling off her well-toned form, Steph was definitely not a person I’d want to piss off. 

I sighed.  “Okay, Livvy, what did you do now?”

Twirling one of her curls around her finger, Livvy projected an air of innocence that was ruined by the electric blue corset and leather skirt and fishnet stockings she wore.   “Me? I’m innocent.” 

“Innocent my left toe.”  Steph placed her hands on her hips. “This little bitch stopped by this morning to pick me up–”

“Like, my slave asked me to.”  Livvy nibbled on her finger, licking off…chocolate?

“And she ate an entire plate of mini chocolate éclairs that Zeb made for Nicky’s breakfast. And guess who actually came out of his office expecting said yummy goodness to find an empty plate?”

I groaned. My muse was a chocolate aficionado but this was nuts. “Damnit Livvy! I’m gonna cut off your Reece’s PB cups, if you don’t straighten up.”  I put my hands on my hips.  Livvy just looked at me, unimpressed with my outburst.  The story of our relationship.

“No, you won’t – or I’ll leave you hanging like I did in the middle of…”

I held up my hand. I didn’t need to be reminded of last time she’d stomped off in a snit.  It’d taken me weeks to get past my writer’s block. “Fine. The next character you piss off, I’m not saving your butt.” Two could play at this game.

“Ooooo,  who’s at the next stop,  Dakota?”  Steph sidled up to me. “Tell me, so I can put a bug in his or hers ear.”

I wracked my brain.  Next stop, oh yeah. “Ethan.” 

A wicked smile crossed Steph’s face as she faced my muse. “Oh yeah. You’re sooo screwed Muse girl.  Ethan will turn you inside out without a thought and you can’t hold his story hostage as he’s already gotten his.”

Livvy’s eyes widened, before she narrowed them at me. “We’ll see.”  

I could just feel the wheels turning in her mind. This was good when she was helping me with a plot but now, at a blog hop? Not so good.  Time for a distraction.  “Okay, I wanted to talk about Steph’s ideas of what a switch means to her, but we’ve wasted our time on Livvy once more.”  I pulled out the picture of the grand prize, ignoring the glare Steph was giving my now pouting muse.  

“Okay this is the deal, after the blurb and excerpt there will be a question.  Answer it in the comments and be entered to win a copy of Temporary Master. (yes I realize that is the first book in the Doms of Napa Valley series.) But also remember for that your entry into the daily contest you’re also entered into the grand prize contest…” 

I hold aloft the picture. “….which includes all the items for Nicholaus’s Night In – a red popcorn basket, a bag of Hershey kisses…” I glared over my shoulder at Livvy. Did I mention she was a chocolate thief?  “…and DVD copies of the complete season of Firefly, and the movie Serenity – something that any sci-fi fan will enjoy.”

“Ooooo….brownies!”  The excited squeal came from behind me. Livvy obviously found the plate I’d set down earlier.

“Crap. Those are for Evelise.”  I spun around to stop her, but glanced over my shoulder. “Before I forget, I’ll be jumping across the pond and visiting Rhiannon Wellman’s blog. See you then.”

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EXCERPT:

Nicholaus stared stonily at Davis. He had been so close to approaching the submissive who he and Steph had noticed several times over the past month. There was something about the slender blond which drew both of them. True, the little twink wasn’t as tall as Nicholaus had imagined their third being, but neither was he so short that he’d get a crick in his neck when he kissed him. And more than anything, he’d been wanting to feel the smooth lips of Zebadiah Pellegrino under his, ever since Steph had pointed him out as a potential third. The sexual awareness between him and the little blond had flared each time he captured the man’s pretty lapis-hued gaze with his.

“What do you mean he’s off-limits? I didn’t see any collar around his throat, Davis.”

Davis sighed, looking around the room. “He’s…shit I can’t have this conversation here. Would you and your submissive like to join me in my office? I’ll explain everything there. I don’t mind waiting while she comes back.”

Letting out a sharp whistle to alert Stephanie, who was at the bar fetching him a drink, he nodded his agreement to the plan. “It won’t take more than a moment for Steph to join us.” True to his word she appeared at his side less than a minute later, carrying his scotch. “Master Davis wishes to speak to us in private.”

“Have we done something wrong, Master Davis?” The leery tone in her voice didn’t surprise Nicholaus. Ever since the night of their confrontation with Kitchner, she’d been waiting for their new club to turn on them as well, despite Ethan’s assurances that no Dom who obeyed the Safe, Sane, and Consensual rule would be turned away from his club.

“No, he wishes to explain to us why Zebadiah is off-limits, but wishes to do it in private.”

She visibly relaxed. “All right. Let’s find out why the owners of New Beginnings are protecting an un-collared sub. Lead the way, Master. I’ll follow as always.” Then she took a step forward and to his left. The same position she often took while protecting him. He suppressed a chuckle. While she normally did follow him when at the club, he also enjoyed when she took the point position. With her in front of him, it gave him a spectacular view of her ass, and more than once he’d squeezed, rubbed, and even patted said ass.

“I do believe that to follow me, you need to be behind me, cara mia.”

A flush crossed her face. “Of course, Master.” She obediently stepped behind him. Davis’s muffled laugh a second later confirmed what he already knew. The little wench had stuck her tongue out at him. “Two swats for your impertinence.”

“Yes, Master.”

The barely contained laughter in her voice had him shaking his head. “I swear there are times I don’t know whether I should beat her or kiss her. Shall we go, Master Davis? I’d really like to understand your reasoning behind the off-limits signs you’re attempting to post around the submissive I crave to know.”

QUESTION:  What did Steph do to earn two swats for her impertinence?   

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