Book Title: Tread: Kink Files 2
Author: A. G. Carothers
Publisher: A. G. Carothers
Cover Artist: Amai Designs
Release Date: April 20, 2020
Genre/s: BDSM Contemporary MM Romance
Trope/s: Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Boot Worship
Themes: New to BDSM, Overcoming Fears, Taking Chances
Length: 26 000 words
It is book 2 in the series, but can be read as a standalone.
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Darius could tread on my body, but he’d never trample my heart.
Blurb
Abel Kensington the Fifth, aka TheFifthAbel – Accountant, Germaphobe, Service Submissive turned Daddy Dom, and resigned to being alone.
Mired in his routines that keep the worst of his fears and obsessive behaviors at bay, Abel has given up finding someone who will look past his sanitized bubble. Little does he know that someone is watching him and has a plan to slip into his world and take care of him for a change.
Darius MacLeod aka JuicyDare – Coffee House Owner, Scottish Transplant, New Daddy Dom, and finding love is the last thing on his mind.
While his roots are still firmly in his homeland, Darius has started a new life in his father’s hometown. When a seemingly shy and prim older man starts frequenting his café, Darius’ interest is piqued and his instincts kick in. Wanting to get past the barrier that Abel has erected, Darius dives feet first into a whole new world he knows little about.
Abel and Darius will both need to find sure footing on this new path before them as Abel gets back to his submissive roots and Darius explores a new but natural lifestyle.
Attention: This book contains depictions of dominance, submission, boot worship, trampling, and adults in footie pajamas
From Abel POV:
My eyes wandered to his ass—he wore a kilt. It was one of the popular Utilikilts but in a tartan pattern. It dawned on me that the name of the café was Highland Café and that it had meant the Scottish Highlands. I wondered if the owner required kilts as part of their uniform.
While it made seeing how his ass looked more difficult, it did not hide the nice muscular legs that ended in clean, shiny boots. They were plain black and worn, but they were well taken care of. I licked my lips; my eyes fixated on them until they disappeared. I quickly turned back to the table. I was glad the café had already finished its morning rush, so there weren’t people staring at me as I stood there like a dolt.
I cleaned the other side of the table and seat before placing my bag on the table. There were coat hooks farther up the wall, and I placed my jacket on one. I tugged the cuffs of my button-down and made sure my shirt was tucked in and straight before heading to the counter.
Another young man smiled at me as I approached, and the answer to my previous thought was no since he wore jeans with his logoed t-shirt and apron. That made me curious. I didn’t see any other employees. Maybe they were in the back. I ordered a plain latte—nothing fancy in it—a carrot and zucchini muffin that looked good, and I decided to try one of their green juice blends. I was handed a numbered stand and told they’d bring me my coffee and juice.
I had taken a step toward my table—the stand and the plated muffin in hand—before I remembered the password. I looked over my shoulder. “Oh, May I have the Wi-Fi password, please?”
The kid, because he didn’t look old enough to drink, smiled. “Sure, it’s Sean Connery, one word, capital S and capital C.”
“Thank you.” I chuckled softly because, of course, it was Sean Connery. There were probably copyright reasons why there weren’t more Highlander themes going, but it was still amusing.
I put my muffin on the table and then pulled out my large tablet computer. I grabbed another wipe and cleaned it off before arranging the cover into its stand. I pulled out my Bluetooth keyboard and separate ten-key and did the same to them along with my mouse. By the time I was set up, the first young man was coming over with my coffee and juice.
“Here you go, Abel.” He put them on the cleared side of the table with my muffin.
I briefly wondered how he knew my name, then remembered being asked despite giving me a numbered stand. “Thank you…” I looked at his chest for a name tag that wasn’t there.
“Darius.” He smiled again, his plump lips stretched, and a brief flash of taking his bottom lip between my teeth came. “Darius MacLeod.”
“Of the Clan MacLeod,” I finished for him.
He snorted with a nod. “Yes, of the Clan MacLeod.”
“Oh, I was just joking.” I blushed, wondering if I’d offended him even though he seemed to brush it off.
“No, I really am of the Clan MacLeod from the Isle of Skye.”
A. G. Carothers is actually a dragon very cleverly disguised as a human. They are a non-binary author of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy, who enjoys writing original and entertaining stories. They are very excited to share the worlds they’ve created with you. A.G. currently lives in Tennessee with their platonic life partner, who is not a dragon. They yearn to live back in Europe and will some day. In their spare time they are addicted to losing themselves in the lovely worlds created by other authors A.G. is committed to writing the stories they see in their head without restrictions. Love is blind and doesn’t see gender, race, or sexuality.
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