Blurb
With
the legal trouble behind them, Daniel Caplin and Rafael Argon are ready to
settle into a low key d/s relationship, but life is unrelenting, when blackmail
shatters their illusion of happily ever after. Pictures from one of the Rafael’s
public scenes instill fear into his new Submissive, Daniel, acting as a wedge
driving the new couple apart.
The
building peril in George’s community weighs heavy on his
shoulders as he struggles to find the culprit while hiding his feelings for his
new house guest. Jesse is torn between ending his marriage, picking up a
rebound he should have left fifteen years in the past, and the dangling carrot
of a possible relationship with a man. He is forced to fight for what he wants
most, a leap he may be too chicken to take.
In
the sequel to Legally Bound George battles to take down an unknown enemy, while
watching helpless, as those
he cares for most are broken beyond repair. Can Rafael and Daniel rebuild their
trust after it's broken with lies?
Excerpt
“Is
it still okay if I stay?” He put a smile on his lips that
George knew was fake.
“But
of course. Let me help you.” George approached him and tried to
take the bag, but Jesse didn’t move to hand it over.
“I’ve got it.”
“Don’t be absurd. I would have a slave do
it, but he’s rather tied up
at the moment.”
The
statement earned a chuckle out of Jesse, and he gave up the bag. Even hurt
Jesse had a light in his blue eyes and his heart on his sleeve, a trait that
made him wholly unique compared to the masks most wore to impress George.
“I
can stay on the sofa or something if the slaves use the guest rooms.”
George
laughed and turned his back to stalk down the hall. When he didn’t hear Jesse following, he cast a glance over his
shoulder.
“Slaves
in bed … how naive you really are, handsome.”
Jesse
started after him, brow creased. “Where do they sleep then?”
He caught up and followed George to the other side of the penthouse.
He
realized Jesse was serious, and he laughed throatily again. “I
have cages for them.”
“I
love you and Daniel, but your lifestyle is fucked.”
Author
Bio
When not staying up all night writing,
J.R Gray 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.
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