Dupli-Kinked by M.C. Roth
General Release Date: 14th February 2023
Word Count: 77,652
Book Length: NOVEL
Pages: 282
Genres:
ACTION AND ADVENTURE,BONDAGE AND BDSM,CONTEMPORARY,CRIME,EROTIC ROMANCE,GAY,GLBTQI,MAFIA/GANGS,THRILLERS AND SUSPENSE
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Book Description
Sometimes the one right path is actually two.
Copley is fresh out of a relationship with his former roommate and has only one place to go—to the wrong side of town to his brother Sauble’s crumbling apartment. He has no idea that his path puts him in the middle of a new world where owing someone money can get you killed.
When Nikita is sent to collect Sauble’s gambling debt, Copley is the only one home. Instead of being terrified of the massive and tattooed gangster, Copley is drawn to Nikita in a way he never has been with anyone.
But Nikita isn’t the only one who has set his sights on Copley. Nikita’s twin brother Maxim wants to claim Copley as his own.
Copley has to decide if he’s going to submit or be pulled to pieces by the two men who are feared beyond city limits.
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence and humiliation.
Nikita
Tapping his key card to the sensor, Nikita let himself into Unkinked. The kink club had been part of his life for more than a dozen years, and the curtains guarding the entryway had yet to change. The bouncer was new, though, and gave him a startled look as he stepped through the doorway before letting it slam shut behind him.
He’d always managed to fill a room to capacity. But the curtained space that kept the inner workings of the club from prying eyes on the street was no larger than an elevator, putting the bouncer on edge as Nikita stared at him.
With a quick second look, he pushed through the curtain into the main bar area, the bar itself on his left and booths along his right. The space was mostly empty, with a few faraway voices coming from the open play area where he was headed.
The owner and founder, Clint, had uncharacteristically closed the bar for a few hours and had called on the Dungeon Masters for a meeting. Nikita couldn’t remember the last time there had been one. With the community so tight knit that everyone knew each other, and in extension, knew every tad of gossip, there hadn’t been a need.
Unkinked was perhaps a bit different than most kink clubs, with few munches or planned get-togethers. Instead, everyone gathered when they were able, seeking open arms and support from within the community on a sometimes-nightly basis.
He strolled past the booths, heading to the back where the main stage and open play area were, along with the private kink rooms down the hall. Pushing through a second curtain, he paused just inside the open play area, taking a headcount of every Dom and sub who were present.
He was only mildly surprised to see Maverick and his sub there, since Maverick had had his membership temporarily suspended. He’d been working hard with his sub to earn his way back into the ranks with Clint’s guidance. Derreck was there, too, a gravedigger who had come in handy on one or two occasions, along with his sub Maddy, who worked at the club as Clint’s assistant.
He skimmed over a few others, nodding at one of the Dommes as she made eye contact. She knew her way around a whip better than most, and her subs were some of the most loyal he’d ever seen. One of them was at her feet, sitting cross-legged on a pillow. He would have been kneeling, if not for his knee injury that made it impossible.
Clint looked up from the card tables he must’ve erected for their meeting. There were three end-to-end with Maddy between Clint and Derreck at the head. Nikita slid into the only remaining seat, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward. The table gave a squeak of protest at the weight and the Dom next to him shifted uncomfortably.
“Thanks for coming, guys and gals. We have a few new rollouts coming in the next few months, and I wanted you to be the first to know. Some are up for discussion and others aren’t.” He glanced at Maddy, who flushed and tucked himself closer to Derreck.
Nikita stared at the back wall as Clint began, his eyes on the St. Andrew’s cross that blended in perfectly with the rest of the décor. It had never been his favorite device to use, but there were few Doms like him and even fewer subs who were fearless enough to trust him with anything more than a public scene. That was why he usually found himself doing rounds as a Dungeon Master, patrolling the open play area to make sure that couples were being safe and safewords were respected.
“One thing that we will be instating is criminal background checks,” said Clint, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt. Nikita couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him in anything but a faded T-shirt or pajamas. “It came to my attention that one of our members was a sex offender and lied about it on his initial application. Every existing and new member will have a background check to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Nikita huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Tracing over the tattoos on his wrists, he waited for Clint’s gaze to settle on him. Most of the Doms at the table were the very few on a list of people that weren’t afraid of him. Outside of the safety of the club, he was fear itself. It was his job, after all.
“You know who I am and my profession. Will it be a problem?” Nikita asked, every gaze turning to him.
Maddy gulped, sinking farther into Derreck’s side, even as Derreck looked completely unflustered.
“Not unless your six-year prison sentence was for rape,” said Clint. “There is a gray area here, and we all have to be aware of it. If someone has a criminal background due to theft or similar charges, then I don’t think they should be barred unless they have poor behavior in the club or don’t follow the rules. What I don’t want is a rapist taking advantage of an unsuspecting sub within these walls on my watch. I can’t do anything out there, but I can make sure we have a safe place here for everyone.”
Nikita nodded, urging himself to relax. He had never forced someone in his life. Even the thought of it made him want to reach for a knife and get the castration over with. He wasn’t that kind of Dom or person, but he wasn’t a good man, either. If other things became part of that pool, then he would be barred from one of the only places he called home.
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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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