Unkinked by M.C. Roth
Book 2 in the It’s a Kink Thing series
General Release Date: 20th September 2022
Word Count: 74,785
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Pages: 275
Genres:
BONDAGE AND BDSM,CONTEMPORARY,EROTIC ROMANCE,GAY,GLBTQI
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Book Description
Two broken men. One secret addiction. No turning back.
When Derreck stumbles upon Maddy, who is sitting in his car and nearly sweating to death under the summer’s sun, he is at his breaking point.
But Maddy is just as lost, searching for a Dom he only knows by name and waiting in his car outside the club Unkinked on the tiny chance that the Dom might find him. When it is revealed that Derreck is the man Maddy has been searching for from the very beginning, it seems fate couldn’t get any sweeter.
Derreck invites Maddy into Unkinked as his guest, with the promise of the pain that Maddy so desperately craves. A scene that should have been simple opens Maddy’s mind to a new world and community that aren’t riddled with guilt or judgment.
Derreck knows he can’t let his sub slip away, but Maddy is keeping secrets from his new Dom—secrets that could change their relationship forever
Reader advisory: This book features pain play, edge play and knife play. One character has a history of addiction and self-harm.
Maddy
Oh God, this guy is Derreck? Maddy wanted to duck his head into his sweater to hide in shame like a frightened turtle, but it was too hot. It was so hot that he was surprised he was still alive. He wasn’t sure if he had stopped sweating or if his clothes had just turned into soup at some point. Am I the chicken or the noodle?
Derreck’s hands were cool against his own, sucking the warmth from his skin like a cure in a Final Fantasy game. His eyelids threatened to slide closed at the sheer bliss, but he couldn’t stop staring.
Maddy was pale—like he’d never seen the sun because he lived like a vampire pale. Derreck’s caramel skin looked like a cup of coffee with the perfect amount of cream next to his. It was almost exotic—which was probably a strange word to describe a man.
Did Derreck think he was insane? Maddy was almost certain that he should have checked himself into a hospital, but they probably wouldn’t let him go…ever.
He had one foot in the door there anyway, not that it helped.
He hadn’t really known what his plan was, but he had been so desperate that it hadn’t mattered. The heat and the blinding sun hadn’t mattered. Three hours later and halfway to a steaming pork chop, when he’d been seconds from giving up, Derreck had found him…like magic.
Everything he knew about Derreck had sounded too good to be true, but he’d had no choice except to take the chance. It had been an impossible task to find someone on their first name alone, but Derreck was next to him, clutching his hand with a palm that felt like it was made of callus and blisters.
“Come with me,” said Derreck, tugging his hand softly. “I’d like to take you inside so we can cool down. It’s not healthy to be sitting in a car when it’s so hot outside.”
Maddy knew that, but he’d still done it. He’d gone through three water bottles and a bottle of Gatorade, but he still didn’t have to pee. Every ounce of fluid was soaked into his hair and his clothes, the sweat doing nothing to cool him in the super-heated interior of his car. His university degrees had done little to prepare him for the reality of heatstroke.
Derreck steadied Maddy as he pulled himself out of the car, the world tilting as slightly cooler air touched the back of his neck and his exposed wrist. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he longed for another drink of water, or apple juice, or really anything—except cranberry juice because hell no.
“I can go inside? In the club?” asked Maddy, steadying himself against Derreck’s arm. What he grasped with his fingers could not have been a part of an actual person. He blinked, staring down at Derreck’s bicep. Maddy could bench press a fifteen-gram pencil, but this guy?
Maybe Jennifer hadn’t exaggerated. Maybe Derreck was everything she had said. Heatstroke was one-hundred-percent worth it if that were the case.
“Yes…as my guest.”
His imagination burst to life as a thousand fantasies clambered for attention. There could be anything behind the door from a dungeon to a torture chamber. As long as it looked nothing like Grey’s room in Fifty Shades, then he would be happy. Hell, he just hoped to get into the air conditioning. He was about three seconds away from frying his brain.
He could have sat in his car with the engine running and the air conditioning blasting, but he happened to enjoy living on a planet where he could still breathe. Burning that much fuel for his own comfort had not been an option.
Derreck tapped his key card against the tiny black box that Maddy had inspected earlier in the day. Maddy had knocked quietly hours ago, but no one had answered. He had thought about slipping in with another couple as they entered, but he had caught sight of the scary-looking bouncer just inside the door. Getting his ass kicked like that was not his poison.
Maddy took a deep breath of cool air as the door swung wide. Months of anticipation peaked with the smell of alcohol and different perfumes. He was finally there—inside the building that he had dreamed about for years but had unknowingly craved for as long as he could remember.
The first time he had heard about kink, he had known. He had yearned for it worse than chocolate, coffee and cake combined. But it had taken even longer to discover the club that he had no way of getting into—longer still to find the name of the person who had a chance of helping him. I won’t forget it next time.
Maddy eyed up the red curtains that looked like they had been stolen from the stage of an old gentlemen’s club where the ladies danced in nylons and tutus. The bouncer looked even more terrifying up close, with more bulk than anything but still a fair amount of muscle.
“Can we get Maddy checked in as my guest?” Derreck’s voice rumbled next to him, and Maddy realized that he was still clutching Derreck. His palm had slicked with sweat, soaking into Derreck’s, but he hadn’t pulled away.
Paperwork and waivers were something that Maddy had expected, and he filled them out, signing his name with a staggering flourish. He licked his dry lips, shivering as a sudden chill descended. Could he ask for a glass of water? Or was that somehow against the rules?
He’d read about different kinds of relationships in his extensive online research, steering clear of almost all the chat rooms for fear of being somehow turned away. There were some where a sub wasn’t even allowed to eat or use the bathroom without their Dom’s permission. Maddy could imagine that scenario, and he could also imagine himself telling his Dom to pound salt, as he pissed when he wanted to.
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M.C. Roth
M.C. Roth lives in Canada and loves every season, even the dreaded Canadian winter. She graduated with honours from the Associate Diploma Program in Veterinary Technology at the University of Guelph before choosing a different career path.
Between caring for her young son, spending time with her husband, and feeding treats to her menagerie of animals, she still spends every spare second devoted to her passion for writing.
She loves growing peppers that are hot enough to make grown men cry, but she doesn’t like spicy food herself. Her favourite thing, other than writing of course, is to find a quiet place in the wilderness and listen to the birds while dreaming about the gorgeous men in her head.
Find out more about M.C. Roth at her website.
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