A Place Where Secrets Are Shared

I’m giddy with glee because I have Raven McAllan on my blog today and well, she’s just so fantastic! She’s here to introduce us to her new Totally Bound series – Diomhair – and the first book entitled Secrets Shared. Take it away, Raven!

Thanks for letting me ‘borrow’ your blog today Jessica.

I’m really excited about this series. Diomhair. It’s Gaelic for Secret and according to my Gaelic speaking friend you pronounce it ‘Jeever’.

Diomhair is a renovated Scottish Castle set somewhere not too many miles from the ‘central belt’, and on the edge of the highlands. There’s actually a ruined castle near where I live that was my inspiration for the castle after it burned down years before the story starts.

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Jess and her twin Jeff, are co-owners, except Jess has no idea what it’s used for…

Secret. What’s happens there stays there.

It doesn’t matter whether you want to learn or teach, be in control or controlled, Diomhair could be the place for you.

The ruined castle deep in the Scottish countryside had been rebuilt into an exclusive, private, BDSM club, where people could learn about and enjoy the lifestyle.

Not everyone approved, and not everyone appreciated it, but for those who did and fit the criteria, it was somewhere to go and be themselves, relax and play.

And if you found love there, your own perfect match, well that could

Book One. Secrets Shared

Jess is looking forward to her night out. Anticipation turns to dismay when she finds out she is being taken to a BDSM club. After a disastrous experience in her past, Jess wants nothing to do with the life style.

David is doing a favour for a friend, and he is instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced Dom recognizes Jess’s bluster for what it is—Fear. There is no doubt in his mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take some doing.

When Jess does give into her secret desires, can she truly let go, and be the sub David is looking for, or will she hold onto her secrets?

David is determined to help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. Will she break his heart or can they find a common ground from which to build a relationship.

At Diomhair you never know what will happen in the end.

She leant back against the cushions. Her diatribe surprised her. She’d known she was bitter, but had truly imagined she’d come to accept the curve balls thrown at her. Evidently not. Jess wriggled and found herself enveloped by the settee.

Yeah I was right, too soft to get up with grace.

“Life rarely is. Fair,” he added. “Nevertheless, you are out of order. Who is to say what’s right and what isn’t? You like sex?”

His intense stare bore into her. There was no way she couldn’t answer him. Heat filled her body, but she nodded, somewhat puzzled. Why did he need to know that, now?

“How?”

“What do you mean how?” She’d bet her skin and hair were the same shade. “Like most people do, I guess. You know one of each or two of the same if that’s your fancy, and in and out. That sort of stuff.”

“Hmm.” He stroked her arm. The hairs stood to attention. If they had voices they’d be shouting more, more and me next. Jess shivered.

“So it’s always been vanilla, no contemplation of bondage or blindfolds?” he asked her in a mild tone. “You said one of each first, so no same sex fantasies? No threesomes or voyeurism? Strange after you admitted you and Kath had once been a couple. No more, pure basics now, eh? That’s your sex life in a nutshell is it?”

Her heartbeat faltered and she swallowed, trying to work some wetness into her mouth. He made it sound boring, not safe.

“In, out and roll over?” David smiled. “That seems weird to me.”

What does he know? “Yes, well, no and don’t go on. It’s what I want, so sue me. Nice, ordinary,”

“Boring.” David interjected.

She glared. “As I was saying, nice, ordinary, safe sex, thank you. Yes, there was a time when I had a female lover, and no, I don’t want one now. Nor do I want whipped, flogged, bound or gagged. Waxed, scored, scratched or whatever else goes on. Not. For. Me.” She knew her breathing was choppy, and it wasn’t just from fear.

David nipped her wrist. The pain was unexpected and Jess squealed. “That bloody hurt.” She pushed his hand away and rubbed her skin. “What the fuck did you do that for?” He was seriously heading for an assault charge if he wasn’t careful.

“Because I haven’t got time to put you over my lap and give you the spanking you deserve for lying. Open and honest, remember.”

Oh, she remembered only too well, and he could go fly. “Well if you want to go spank someone, go find yourself a sub, mister. This is as open and honest as you’ll get. What the fuck are you doing?” Jess took his hand and moved it from where he’d been tracing erotic circles around her breast. “Listen, mate, I don’t subscribe to the three strikes and you’re out. I subscribe to the touch me and I’ll sue you school of thought. You’re out of order. Don’t touch me.” Her voice rose and ended on what to her annoyance was a sob not a defiant shout. “I cannot take this.” Jess put her hand onto the cushioned seat and tried to lever herself upward. The sofa didn’t cooperate, and she settled down again and glared at him.

He grinned. “Even my furniture is against you, eh? C’mere.” He pulled her close and hugged her. Not in any way sexual but a nice comforting hug. To her amazement, Jess relaxed. For the first time in longer than she dare think about, she let herself be held. She didn’t shake, didn’t feel sick and didn’t pull away. It was nice. Of course it wouldn’t last. Jess hated the way he’d lulled her into a false sense of security. She turned her head and let her cheek rest on the fine, soft silk of his shirt. He stroked her hair and Jess was nigh on ready to purr. Her nipples puckered and she was darned sure more than her underwear would be damp. If this is him not coming on to me, heaven help me if he does. And let me pray there’s no tell- tale stain on my trousers. I’d die of shame.

“So who hurt you?” David used his free arm to hold her across the shoulders, and kissed the nape of her neck. He spoke casually, as if he was asking her the time.

All of her contentment dropped away like a stone flung into a river. She struggled against him.

“No one, just you. Let me go, you asshole, you’re hurting me.”