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Murphy
Tags/CW: Science fiction, grumpy/sunshine, military, age gap, BDSM, D/s, lgbtq+
Sometimes when it seems like it’s too late, the right person comes along and opens your eyes…
Murphy is the continuing story of a D/s relationship between two Space Marines who found each other in the midst of hopelessness and misfortune.
Sarge and his newly minted squad travel across the galaxy on a top-secret mission that could help win the war. However, to Murphy something about the mission stinks, and it’s not just the planet they’ve landed on.
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Sarge
Tags/CW: Science fiction, grumpy/sunshine, military, age gap, BDSM, D/s, lgbtq+
Sometimes it’s just about being in the right place at the right time… with the right person.
Sarge is the short story of a burgeoning D/s relationship between two Space Marines stationed on an alien planet where an endless war drags on.
Sergeant Wilkes is a hard man with a long, celebrated military career.
Brawny, tattooed, and utterly submissive, Murphy is just an interesting diversion… until Sarge realizes he has found something truly rare.
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Sarge – 1 Year Anniversary Sale
How could I forget this on Friday? Sarge turned one on October 16th!
To celebrate, I've put the F.I.S.T.S. Handbook on sale for the rest of the month. It contains both books in the series, plus a "missing reel"
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/557267
Use this coupon at checkout: KG22Q
The First Review of Murphy at The Blogger Girls!
JustJen says:
I just love when I read a follow up story and hearing the characters’ voices brings back all the memories of what I loved from the first book. Murphy and Sarge definitely did that for me here.
Aside from a new leg and some upgraded parts, it is the same Murphy and the same Sarge, doing what they do best, in all their glory. This is classified as BDSM, but they really have more of a DS and power exchange than any kind of traditional BDSM relationship. At this point, they are even more comfortable in their relationship as they now prepare for their next mission. The chapters switch between each character so that we get to see things from both perspectives. I absolutely love their dialog and the way they each speak. I smiled so many times at little things they said that make each stand out so distinctly.
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Total Power Exchange
It probably won't come as a surprise that I enjoy my D/s with a healthy dose of TPE... it certainly comes out in my stories.
I'm realizing now that it's definitely something that will alienate some readers because, for most people, the idea of giving up complete control and surrendering yourself 100% to another person is unthinkable.
Terrifying.
Outrageous.
You give up your rights as a person and become an object.
See... because with TPE, the sub is more than just a sub. It's consensual slavery.
The Master sets the slave's limits. Not the slave.
The Master no longer needs the consent of the slave for anything.
The slave does not get a safe word. *
It's extreme, but it's amazing how utterly freeing it is for some.
*I just want to point out that, like everything, there are variations. This is just my own understanding of TPE and how it's worked out for me in the past.
Thanks, Joe Hardy.
A few months ago when I started talking to my now-editor, I joked that I was Tom Hardy's twin brother Joe (due to my habit of using Hardy as my icon online... not that he has a twin brother for real ). Fast forward to last week when, out of nowhere, I was reminded that my first love just happened to have been named Joe Hardy.
Yup. Joe Hardy from The Hardy Boys books.
This is how he's described on the wikipedia page:
Joe Hardy is 17 years old, with light blond hair, blue eyes, and a muscular frame.
Dreamy, right? *laughs* That's him and his brother on the spine
Ah, Joe. I don't think I pined longer for any other fictional character (sorry, Rick Hunter from Robotech and Dusty from GI Joe... and Spiderman). He just seemed so perfect to me. Not as bright as his older brother Frank, certainly... but Joe went with his gut, something I really admired.
I met Joe when my mother's youngest cousin—we'll call him Richard—dropped off a big box of books at my house one day when I was around eight years old. I really idolized Richard. He was the coolest guy I knew... I wanted to grow up to be just like him: he was 6'4, looked a little like David Bowie, had gerbils, read comic books, and had a computer. He even had a really cool fake fur rug in his room. So you can understand my excitement at inheriting a box of his stuff. I looked inside and saw nothing but blue books. They looked sort of dull from the side, a little like a set of encyclopaedias, but the covers were interesting when I pulled them out and, when I cracked open that first musty book... I fell in love.
I had the first 37 books in the series - The Tower Treasure to The Ghost at Skeleton Rock. I must have read them all at least a dozen times.
Now... not only was I in love with Joe, but I discovered something about myself over the course of that first year. And it was due to this cover:
There was something crazy interesting about this cover for me. It was the look on Joe's face. The fact that the gag pressed into his skin. The way he was restrained. It made me feel... excited.
I would lie in bed and think about Joe tied up a lot.
Eventually fantasies grew out of it.
Joe and I would be alone in the room together. He was tied to the chair just like in the cover, but it was me who had tied him up. I would start to touch him - his face, his neck, his shoulders over his shirt. He would struggle, and his eyes would plead with me. I would laugh and shake my head. Sometimes I would straddle him so I could hold his head steady while I forced him to look into my eyes. I wanted him to know that I was the boss and that he had to do what I said—to let me touch him and maybe even kiss him (hey I was nine)—and I would let him go. I often wanted to punish him for struggling. Sometimes I would take out a knife and start cutting his shirt off. Sometimes I'd cut the gag off too so I could hear him beg and promise to be good...
It was intoxicating.
Now... looking back, the fantasies were a bit on the abuse/non-con side, but I was just going on what was making me excited. In fact, in my fantasies, Joe always realized that he was in love with me and it would be a mutual happy ending.
It would take another eight years before I made the stunning discovery that there existed people out there that wanted to be tied up. That enjoyed begging. That got off on giving me complete control.
And that, my friends, was a glorious, fan-fuckingtastic day for me.
So... a big thank you to Joe, the first Hardy I obsessed over, for introducing me to my kinky side. *grin*
