Hi guys, we have Christine D’Abo visiting today with her newest release The Dom Around The Corner, Christine chats briefly about St. Andrews, we have a great excerpt and a brilliant giveaway, so enjoy the post and leave a comment (with your email) to enter the giveaway! <3 ~Pixie~

The Dom Around The Corner

Christine D’Abo

Simon is jaded. His bookstore is failing, his personal life is nonexistent, and he’s tired of the local scene. He’s desperate for a change, and hopes to find it at Escape, the hot new BDSM club in town.

What he finds there is Gavin. One look at the sexy submissive is all he needs to know that his trip to Escape was the right decision. And their night of no-holds-barred kinky sex feels like only the beginning . . . until his promising new sub vanishes with the dawn.

Then Gavin walks through the door of Simon’s bookstore—for business, not pleasure. To both of their surprise, he’s the consultant Simon hired to help save the store. As they work together, Simon realizes that he might have another shot at happiness, if only he can convince Gavin that he’s worth sticking around for.

Excerpt

Thank you for having me here today! Let me introduce myself. I’m Christine d’Abo and I’m an author and lover of erotic romance. I’ve been writing seriously for ten years and have been published for the last eight of those. I love video games, superheroes, and anything that will mess with your mind. I’m also a secret ninja, but I’m unable to discuss those matters. Shhh…

Welcome to the world of Escape! A wonderful new kink club found it the not-so-busting metropolis of St. Andrews. This sleepy little New England city has everything a person needs to be happy. Wonderful coffee shops where you can sit down with your friends and enjoy a cup. One of those crazy sports bars where you’ll find nothing but hardcore fans of whatever team is being shown on the television. There’s the best book shop too, run by Simon, a hardworking businessman who just happens to be a Dom.

Before Escape opened up, Simon had a hard time finding a place to meet the right man. Someone who would be willing to submit to him in the bedroom, but was his equal in all things. He thought he’d had that sort of relationship once before, but he’d been wrong. But the first time he sets foot into the newly designed club, Simon realizes that St. Andrews has acquired one more business that can perfectly fit his needs.

But do you need to visit a kink club to enjoy the experience? Hell no!

With the right partner, you can enjoy your kink anywhere. That little bookstore? Engage in some teasing between the stacks. That café? Heat your mouth up to give your partner a little hot oral action. Sports bar? If you pick the losing team then you might be flogged for your troubles.

The people of St. Andrews have resorted to this and many other things. But thankfully, they now have Escape as an alternative means for their play.

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Excerpt

Picking up what looked to be an invoice, he noticed something stuck to the back side. He flipped it over, only to come face-to-face with the card Jocelyn had waved under his nose a minute ago. Escape. Although he didn’t act on it, his first impulse was to rip the card in two and toss it away. While he loved Jocelyn dearly, and he knew she meant well, the chance of this club being different from any of the previous ones he’d visited was unlikely.

He pulled the card away from the envelope, and set the latter aside while he examined the former. Shaking his head, he tossed the card into the recycling and returned to sorting his mail. He managed to get through two more pizza ads before his gaze drifted down to the bin by his feet.

Escape.

The name shone up from the center of the card. He looked away with a huff. The envelope in his hand crinkled as he squeezed it, the bunched-up paper digging into his fingers and his palm. Closing his eyes, he took a breath and set the envelope carefully on the pile, smoothing it flat.

Really, it’s just a stupid phone number of a kink club. While Jocelyn might be a bit of a pain in his side at times, she did mean well. And even if he didn’t want to admit it, she knew him better than most people. Finding a guy to dominate for a night was something he’d needed for ages now. The thought of another disappointing outing wasn’t quite enough to dampen his curiosity.

Casting another quick glance at the clock, he reached down and snatched the card from the recycling bin. Setting it dead center on his desk, he placed a hand on either side of it and stared.

He could always hang up if he didn’t like what he heard.

He didn’t actually need help.

Reaching for his private line, he dialed the first four numbers before hanging up. Fuck.

“Don’t be such a fucking coward.”

This time when he picked up the receiver he didn’t hesitate.

The phone rang twice before it was answered by a woman with a low, sultry voice. “Hello, this is Dru.”

“Hello.” He paused, pressing his lips together.

Dru chuckled. “Not much for small talk, I see. May I ask how you got this number?”

“My cousin gave me your information. She got it from some guy at Delights.”

“Adam’s been a busy boy. I’m going to have to give him a bonus.”

“Does everyone but me already know about this place?”

“From your tone I have to assume that you’re not entirely certain about Escape? Let me assure you we are discreet. What happens at my club stays at my club. You have my promise as a business owner.”

That was something he could appreciate. “Thank you.”

“Now, I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you’re a Dom. A bit presumptuous, I know, but I’m rarely wrong.”

It was Simon’s turn to chuckle. “That obvious?”

“Like a punch to the face. A consensual punch to the face, of course. I can promise you we have a diverse clientele in attendance. I also have certain standards. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for here.”

“I don’t . . .” The words died off as he looked up and out into his still-empty store.

He was all alone. His business was slowly dying from beneath him, and he was alone.

“Please, I’m here to help. If you talk to me and let me know what you need, then I can see about matching you with a submissive for an evening. But if you don’t, there’s nothing anyone will be able to do.”

His lips were clamped shut, but the strain of keeping them like that made his face ache. This was a mistake. He didn’t know who the hell Dru was, or what she considered to be diverse clientele. But there was something in his head, something whispering to him to trust her, to tell her what he could barely admit to himself. Maybe a mostly anonymous voice was what he needed to make things a little bit better.

Closing his eyes, he let out a soft breath. “I’m lonely.”

There was a brief pause before he heard a very sincere, “I understand. How about we start with something simple. May I have your name? A scene name is fine if you’d prefer.”

“Simon. Master S., but Simon is fine for now.”

“Okay, Simon, you’re looking for a submissive. Male or female?”

“Male.” The knot in his chest loosened slightly. “Don’t suppose you can find me a sub with a business degree? I’m having business issues too.”

Another pause, only this one was a bit longer. He cocked his head and tried to pick up any sounds on the other end. Finally, Dru came back with a soft laugh. “You’d be surprised the people I know. So, are you familiar with the old warehouse district in the east end of town?”

“Yes. There isn’t much down there.”

“That was one of the appealing factors of the location. We’re located at 185 Carrington Avenue. I have to admit, you’re not going to think much of the outside, but appearances can be deceiving and all that. We have valet parking and proper security, so don’t be concerned about yourself or your car.”

He couldn’t help frowning as he quickly jotted down the address. “Got it.” He tapped the pen against the stack of papers in front of him. “I’m still not sure I’m going to come.”

“Your name will be on the list. Come or don’t. Tonight or another night. We’ll be here for you.”

“Thank you.”

“My other line is ringing. I hope we see you soon, Simon.” And with that, the call ended and he was on his own once more.

What the hell had he agreed to?

A loud knock on the front door made him jump in his seat. Shit, he’d been on the phone a lot longer than he’d realized. The store had technically opened ten minutes ago.

“Coming!”

Thoughts about clubs and strange phone calls would have to wait until the end of the day. At this point, he wasn’t sure he’d even go. He certainly wouldn’t do anything without checking a few things out first.

Escape.

It could be the first step to making things better in his life. Or a whole lot worse.

Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out.

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About Christine

A romance novelist and short story writer, Christine has over thirty publications to her name. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement, she’s most likely spending time with her family and two dogs.

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Giveaway!

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