The
Auction
Down
and Dirty
J.R.
Gray
Genre: BDSM Romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: 12/1/2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-83-5
ASIN: B01N06JT1R
Word Count: 30000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
One night changes everything.
Stark is too old to be selling
himself, or his services. He’s too set in his ways, too piled in grief, and
well...it’s been too long. But when your best friend is a big demanding drag
queen, and hosting the event, it’s impossible to say no. It's one night, he
convinces himself, and then he can get back to his reclusive life.
Scotty can handle the club for
one night. It’s Christmas Eve after all, and the auction is for charity. If she
saw her ex she could deal with it, she hoped and it wasn’t like she had to bid
on anyone. But when she comes back from the bar she finds her best friend had
other plans, and now she has a date with a mysterious dominant.
Excerpt:
“We are going to
be late, and I won’t get a good one.” Cheri linked her arm through Scotty’s,
forcing her to pick up her pace.
“I was ready at
nine. You just had to try on four pairs of my shoes,” Scotty replied.
“You have better
taste in shoes than anyone else on the planet.”
“Because it used
to be the only thing I wore.” Scotty gave her a look, ignoring the pain in her
heels. Shoes were pain. A pain she used to like. Now it was a stark reminder.
But everything was a reminder.
“Well, now
you’re a big shot lawyer, and clothes are required.”
“But I like
kicking ass, so it’s an equal trade-off.”
Cheri rolled her
eyes and turned into the alley. This was a frequent trek for them while Scotty
had been in law school, not so much in the last few years.
“Are you going
to be okay if we see her?” Cheri asked.
Scotty didn’t
meet her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”
A sinewy naked
man greeted them at the door and collected their coats. They were long past
showing their keys, getting a rundown of the rules, or being briefed on the
night’s events. Cheri was still a regular, even if Scotty wasn’t. They were
handed a menu of sorts. A heavy black card with a bold silver typeface, it was
more like something seen at high dollar weddings, not a BDSM club.
“Good, because I
know she’s on the menu for tonight.”
Scotty wrinkled
her nose. She didn’t want to hear about it. She was blocked from Scotty’s mind,
mostly. There was still the errant dream, but those could be written off to
nothing more than job stress. She just hoped they wouldn’t last forever.
“I don’t care.
The moratorium stands.”
Cheri held up
her hands. “I thought you’d want to be briefed.”
Scotty took a
deep breath and wrote it off. Cheri usually meant well, even if she did love
gossip. Cheri probably knew more about Tanya’s sex life than Scotty ever had,
and she was more than okay with it.
“Not necessary.
It’s been years.” More than that since she’d stepped foot in here. It felt the
same and yet different as they trudged up the well-worn metal stairs.
Relationships don’t just end. They sink long before, she’d learned, and once
trained to see the signs, it was easy to see when they started taking on water.
It had been at least six months before the relationship ended that they’d
stopped coming to the club. Or rather, Scotty’d stopped coming.
“If you say so.”
Cheri took a left before the long hall of private rooms, taking them to the
main play space and right up to the bar. “Two gin and tonics.” She looked at
Scotty, who nodded. “Let’s grab seats in the back and peruse our options.”
“I’m only here
for moral support.” And because Cheri had dragged her out, but Scotty wasn’t
going to say as much. She took her drink from the bartender. It was one of the
few nights of the year the bar was completely open, as there wasn’t going to be
any play.
“And because you
had nothing better to do on Christmas Eve?”
“Rub it in.”
Scotty took a seat with her back to the wall. At least Tanya wouldn’t be able
to sneak up on her that way. Who was Scotty kidding, she was backstage. She
shouldn’t be this on edge. Tanya wouldn’t be down here.
Cheri set down
her menu and brushed her fingers over the elegant silver inlay. “They went all
out this year.”
It was true, the
place was decorated to the nines. Mistletoe, garlands, and sprigs of pine
garnished every surface. They even had a centerpiece on each table with two
little candles. The lights were down low, and it gave the club a romantic air
than it usually had with slapping flesh and normal spotlights usually allowed.
“Since people
like us don’t have family to spend the holidays with, maybe they figured it
would be nice.”
Cheri knit her
brow, but she knew she was one of the lucky ones. She’d been raised in the
city, and her parents were all welcoming when it came to her sexuality. They’d
probably even be okay with the Domme stuff, if they didn’t already know. “Sure
you don’t want to come to dinner tomorrow? My parents would love to see you.”
“As much as I
love playing the role of your girlfriend.” Which she had for a few years, while
they were both in undergrad. “I don’t want to keep intruding. They are going to
start asking why you’re not popping the question.”
“We are much
better as friends.” Cheri wiggled her brows, making Scotty laugh.
Cheri was the
one who’d introduced her to the club, but things between them had only ever
been casual play, and even that had ended when Tanya came around.
“We are. Now
look here. There are five Dommes up for auction tonight. Five.” Cheri was
practically bouncing in her seat.
“What?” Scotty
made herself skim over her ex’s name, reading the bios of the other Dommes
listed for auction. “No shit. It has been awhile since I’ve been around, hasn’t
it? I didn’t think there were that many Dommes who played here.”
“Have I not been
trying to get you to come play?”
“How do the
Dominants look?” Scotty ran her finger along the other side, checking out the
penises.
Cheri winkled
her nose. “Are you serious?”
“You may be a
confirmed lesbian, but you know I’m bi. I want to see what’s on offer.” In
reality, nothing jumped out at her, but it was easier to look at the dick side
of the menu so she didn’t have to see Tanya’s name. She could read the entire
thing without getting sick to her stomach.
“I really
thought you got that out of your system.” Cheri laughed. She loved to give
Scotty a hard time, but Scotty never took it personally.
“So, who are you
bidding on?”
“I don’t know.”
She didn’t plan on bidding at all. The number she’d been given at the door was
going to stay firmly on the table.
“Pick at least
two.” Cheri flipped the menu back to the female side and pointed. “I’m not
taking no for an answer. I want Tanya to see you putting yourself back out
there. She’s fucked every sub who’s walked in the door since you.”
Scotty groaned
and probably turned a little green.
“Don’t take it
hard. You had to have assumed.”
Scotty looked at
her drink.
“You thought she
was pining after you like you have been her?”
She shrugged one
shoulder. “She could realize any day what a mistake she made.”
Cheri put a hand
on her arm. “She made a huge mistake, but her way of dealing with it is
drowning in pussy, and you should take a note on that.”
Cheri didn’t
mean it, but her words were like a knife to an old wound in Scotty’s chest. She
was such a fucking idiot for still caring.
“Can we not?”
The plea in her voice gave her away. It was too easy to slip back into that
mindset. This was why she’d buried herself in her job. It was easier.
“Of course.” She
could hear the frown in Cheri’s voice without looking at her.
“It’s going to
start.” Scotty took a drink and sat back. “Tell me who you’re bidding on.” She
moved her gaze to the submissive list on the female side of the card.
“I was thinking
of bidding on Blue.” Cheri pointed to a name, and Scotty obliged her by reading
the bio. They were similar to the weird things people put on dating sites.
Along the lines of long walks on the beach, only more personalized. Blue’s
started with her favorite breakfast cereal.
Scotty shook her
head. “She’s right up your alley.”
“If not her,
there are a couple after I’m willing to drop cash on. Now tell me your picks.”
Scotty sighed
and flipped over to the male side again. She couldn’t even stomach looking at
the names near Tanya. “How about Alexander?”
“He’s no
Tarzan.” Cheri scoffed after reading his bio.
“Have you met
him?”
Cheri gave her a
look. It was her signature “he’s way overrated” look.
“That bad?”
“Yep.” She
sighed and flipped over her own list. “I can’t believe I’m being forced to look
at the beefcakes.”
“They can’t all
be bad.” Scotty was secretly hoping they were all bad, then maybe she could get
off without bidding.
“There are a few
tolerable ones, and a couple I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to play it by
ear.”
Her words were
music to Scotty’s ear. “Sounds good.”
“Oh, no. No, no,
no. Don’t you dare.”
“What?” Scotty
was confused.
“This is for
charity so you must spend some of your nest egg, and you have got to stop
avoiding dating. Tanya is a jackass, but you love submitting. Don’t let her
take that away from you.”
She nodded and
was saved by the lights going dim.
Review:
Loved this book. This author never disappoints and I enjoyed the chemistry between the characters.
5 stars!!
Review:
Loved this book. This author never disappoints and I enjoyed the chemistry between the characters.
5 stars!!
About
the Author:
J.R. Gray, when not staying up
all night writing, can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or
at the gym where it’s half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant,
pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger
seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep
patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray’s existence are commas, and
even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to
baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn’t writing…well,
that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an
early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on
the walls in crayon and finger paint.
J.R. Gray is Gender Queer and
prefers He/Him/His pronouns.
For more information on other
books by J.R., visit his website: http://www.jrgraybooks.com
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