Padme's Library: 09/15/19

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Week at a Glance: 9/9/19 - 9/15/19

Monday's Mysterious Mayhem: An Act of Detection by Charlie Cochrane

Blog Tour: Resonance by Neve Wilder

Blog Tour: Him Improvement by Tanya Chris

🎧Audiobook Review Tour🎧: Single by RJ Scott

Blog Tour: Last Call in Wonderland by Rob Browatzke

🎧Audiobook Tour🎧: Tainted Life by Mel Gough

📘🎥Friday's Film Adaptation🎥📘: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst

Release Blitz: Bitter Heat by Leta Blake

Saturday's Series Spotlight: Owatonna U Hockey by RJ Scott & VL Locey

Release Blitz: Fated Hearts by Garrett Leigh

Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Dominated but not Subdued by JP Sayle

Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Dominated but not Subdued by JP Sayle

Title: Dominated but not Subdued

Author: JP Sayle

Series: La Trattoria Di Amore #2

Genre: M/M Romance, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Age Gap

Release Date: August 30, 2019

Summary:
Why does he want to be a “boy” to a man twenty years his senior? A man who is so much more than big and burly. Is he a Daddy or a Dom?

Adam Grainger learnt the hard way that coming from an affluent family does not guarantee love or affection. It makes him doubt anyone could ever love him.

That is until Carl.

Carl showing him the darker pleasures in life leaves Adam revelling in the true meaning of letting go.

Carl standing up for him allows Adam’s need for a “Daddy” to surface.

But too many secrets and a driving force to not submit might prevent Adam from gaining what he never knew he craved: a Dom Daddy.

Dominated but not Subdued is the second book in the La Trattoria Di Amore series and can be read as a standalone. It is M/M romance with Daddy kink, aspects of BDSM play, an age gap, and a Dom Daddy who needs a strong boy to keep him on his toes.

When Adam stopped complaining, Carl hopped off the bed. “Come on, we’re a mess, and I’m starving. I hope you bought something good at the shops.” He halted, his face aghast, sure he hadn’t heard what he thought he’d heard. “What did you say?” he asked.

“I said I’ve got tinned ravioli. That should do, with some toast,” Adam replied, shrugging at him as he walked towards him, bowlegged and stiff.

To see if he was serious Carl checked Adam’s face. His eyes widened as he spluttered indignantly. “You can’t seriously be considering giving me tinned, fucking ravioli. Me! An Italian-trained chef. You’ve gotta be having a fucking laugh.”

His boy stepped into him, his small hands pulling his sweaty head down. “Nope.” Adam giggled, laying a soft kiss against his mouth before lifting his head, smirking.

Frozen to the spot, Carl’s mouth gaped open. He couldn’t believe his boy thought he was ever going to eat pasta from a fucking tin. Whoever the fuck thought pasta even went in a tin needed bloody shooting. Shit, pasta in a tin. Carl shuddered. Whatever fucking next?

He grumbled at his boy, who had already disappeared out the door. He followed, complaining with every step he took. “Fucking pasta in a tin. Seriously, who thinks up this shit?”

Author Bio:
My name is Jayne and I recently decided that writing was going to be my new career. I have spent most st of my life in the caring profession and I currently work as a nurse manager out of hours, managing a hospital site at night. I have always wanted to write and as I got more disheartened by my role at the time it gave me the impetus to change and live my dream. I am happily married and have been for 25 years. I have a beautiful daughter and currently one grandchild. I'm an identical twin, so if you see me, check first it's me. I live on a small island in the middle of the Irish Sea and I'm what is known as a amand person. I love reading as much as writing and am an avid yoga fan.