The "Red is for ……" series. Everyone has a secret, and in a small town these secrets are not always as well hidden as we'd like them to be. The series is centred on a clandestine, and very exclusive, BDSM club and its members. The club is based under the Whisky Distillery of the Dalguise family on Speyside. Every member of the club has something they want to hide. How they cope with their secrets is very different in each case, but the help and support they receive from their friends in the club helps them with the difficult choices they have to make. There are five books planned for this series. The first one is released in Kobo and Nook today, having been a Kindle exclusive for the last few months. The second one is almost through the editing process and will be released in all formats together in the very near future.
"Red is for Danger" book one in the series.
Take one handsome, young redhead, Calum Dalguise, fresh from the triumph of restoring his family's fortunes, add a luscious P.A., who is in love with him, and a clandestine and very exclusive BDSM club: the result is a delicious blend of romance, BDSM, and danger. A hint from a friend makes Calum realise that Fiona, his P.A., is submissive, so he throws himself into the enjoyable task of training her. A careless word by a nervous young sub almost brings disaster down on their heads, luckily they are saved at the last minute, but to whom do they really owe their rescue? Will Fiona's gamble pay off? Can Calum convince her they have a future together?
The icing on the cake was Dalguise himself. That family had always thought way too much of themselves. The old man had sacked him, and then the young one had refused to take him back. That snooty personal assistant had had him escorted from the premises when he’d protested at his treatment. Look at her now. She’d pay well to keep those photos out of the press, as would the two men. Revenge was going to be sweet. He’d make them pay, or enjoy seeing their ridicule and ruin at the hands of the gutter press. They’d be queuing up to publish the whole sordid story. The local rag wouldn’t do it, because its owner was as thick as thieves with Dalguise and Macleod, but the nationals would pay a hell of a lot for it.
He withdrew the camera and closed the doors. Then he went back up the stairs and out into the night. He relocked the doors. When they got tired of their games he’d come back and get lots of pictures of the equipment. It was going to make a juicy story. He’d go back home and write the note. Later he’d be back
“You’ve no need to beg for my affection. It’s all yours. Communication is what was lacking on both sides. I’m sorry to have worried you, but I did what I did in order to avoid worrying you. It seems I made a mess of that.” He held out his hand and although she hesitated for a few seconds, she took it. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, then the pulse point at her wrist until he felt her blood flow tumultuously in her veins. Then he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
“Fiona, my love,” he murmured into her hair.” I’d do anything to avoid hurting you, don’t you know that?”
She looked up and he bent his head and kissed her. It was a warm, tender kiss to start with and he didn’t intend it to go further, but she opened her lips and he gathered her closer and his mouth possessed hers. Their tongues danced and she pressed herself against him. He felt his cock swell and he knew he had to have her.
“I need you inside me now,” she said. “Please, Sir, I’ve missed you so.”
He cleared one end of his desk, sweeping papers unheeded to the floor. He bent her over it, flipped up her skirt and pulled her knickers down until they fell to her ankles. His trousers and trunks were down over his hips and his cock sprang free. He’d never been so desperate in his life to fuck a woman. She wriggled her bottom in impatience, opening her legs as wide as she could and he sank his dick deep inside her. He didn't bother with a condom. He wasn’t going to fuck anyone but her. She moaned.
“Yes, oh yes. Fuck me hard, fuck me now, please, Sir.”
He needed no further urging. Withdrawing, he thrust back into her, lifting her up on her toes with the force of it. “Yes, more, harder, faster,” she pleaded. He grinned.
“My Fiona. My delicious… wanton…naughty… sexy… little… kitten.” As he said each word, he thrust his dick deep into her pussy with all the force he could muster.
She held onto the desk and her sobbing little moans at each stroke, coupled with the way her pussy muscles grasped his cock, as if she never wanted to let him leave her, drove him on and on, until she screamed his name when she came and pushed him over the edge. He emptied his load deep inside her, then he collapsed over her onto his desk. He had sufficient strength left to place a hand on either side of her, but it was a while before he could catch his breath and try to stand on his wobbly legs. He helped her to stand, too, and then they hobbled to the bathroom, giggling at each other’s attempts to walk with knickers or trousers around their ankles. Once cleaned up, he took her in his arms and kissed the tip of her nose.“This isn’t over yet, my pet. There’s still the matter of that camera. I’ll see you after work."
"Red is for Fire"
What do you do when your man is too compliant? Lead him a merry dance until he loses his cool and behaves the way you want him to of course. Edana will have none of the polite and considerate Andrew and true love never did run smoothly, then the Lady takes a hand ....
"The Procurator Fiscal to see you, Mr Dalguise," Fiona said, as she ushered him into Calum's office. My but that Fiona's a pleasant armful. The way she looks at young Calum is an eye-opener. Och weel, so she's ta'en is she? About time Calum saw what was under his nose. A well-built man in his forties, Andrew MacGregor, the Procurator Fiscal, dwarfed Calum. He was bluff and good-natured, but his manner hid a razor-sharp legal mind. He'd been the Fiscal for two years and everyone knew that nothing got past him. Calum's looking sick. So I was right, there is a lot of truth in the maunderings of yon drunk. Well I can have a bit of fun here. Unbeknownst to all except his intimate friends, the Fiscal had a wicked sense of humour and was never happier than when he was baiting an unsuspecting victim.
"Afternoon Calum," he said, holding his hand out and shaking Calum's hand heartily.
"Sit down, Andy. Can I get you a wee dram?"
"I am very partial to the Dalguise, as you well know," MacGregor said, and smiled as Calum handed him a glass of the twenty year old single malt.
"Slainte. This is the nectar of the gods," he said as he sipped in appreciation.
"It's my favourite, too," Calum replied. They savoured their whiskies for a while. Andrew MacGregor had no intention of being rushed. He looked at Calum over the rim of the Edinburgh-Crystal glass.
"I'm here in person, to tell you the latest about the death of Auld Rabbie."
"Does that mean you've caught someone?" Calum asked, and Andrew heard a note of well-concealed anxiety in his voice.
"Yes, we have. You'll recall that Rab broke his bottle on the wall, and he used it to defend himself? Well, he cut the other man. The DNA results gave us a name, one that's known to you, I'm sure. Jim Jardine is our man. We have him in custody now, and he'll be charged with the murder. He tried to bargain with me. He said he had some compromising photographs on a memory card. He said he'd taken them with a friend's camera."
What sort of photographs?" Calum's voice was steady but Andrew would bet he was far from sanguine. This is every bit as amusing as I'd anticipated.
"You'll never believe what they were. He said he'd proof that you were running a kinky club here. Mrs Macleod and Ruari Jamieson were involved, too. Now he couldn't have hit upon three more unlikely people to be involved in such a club, could he? Yon Mrs Macleod is as respectable as they come, and you and Ruari have your reputations to think about."
Andrew moved the hamper to one side and lay down on the rug. He looked up at her as she sat gazing out to sea. Tentatively he ran one finger down her spine and she shivered. Pleased with this success, he began to run his hands down her arms and back, following her curves and feeling her breathing change. All of a sudden she turned to face him and lay down beside him on the rug,
"Kiss me," she said.
He leaned over her, taking his weight on his elbows. He was gentle at first, as his tongue followed the seam of her closed lips, parting them with the tip, and she opened her mouth to receive him. She raised her arms and held him to her, as he explored the taste of her. She was as sweet as honey. Suddenly she pulled him down on her and kissed him back. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed and lips were bruised and swollen but still they kissed, as she writhed under him. He pushed one knee between her legs, and she clamped her thighs together, holding him tight and dry-humping his knee. One of his hands strayed to knead her breast, and she moaned into the kiss. He hadn't expected this. She'd given no sign that she'd welcome intimacy, but now she was as eager as he was. She panted and wriggled then one of her hands reached down, pushed aside his kilt and took hold of his balls. She squeezed and kneaded, taking care to sink her nails in only so far. Then her hand moved to the head of his cock. She pumped up and down as he felt his dick swelling until he thought he'd burst.
"I want you inside me, Andrew. I want you now," she said urgently. She raised her hips and he helped her to discard her slacks, then he moved aside her skimpy thong. His cock found her pussy. She was wet and slick. He was careful to go slowly at first but she wrapped her legs around him, resting her feet on his buttocks, thus spreading herself wide for him and inviting a deeper penetration.
"God, Andrew. Fuck me," she gasped. "I want you to fuck me hard and fast."
Andrew couldn't believe what he was hearing, but it was what he had most wanted to do for a long time, and so he needed no extra urging
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I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching and when I retired I eventually became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote "Initiation" book one in the Prometheus in Chains series.It wasn't quite the book he'd envisaged! Since then writing has become an important part of my life. It's been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I'd do, but I have made many good friends on there. Some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
I believe the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA even if the road is rocky. I love to hear from my readers and I answer all messages and emails.