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I don't yet have the cover for my upcoming release Two for Boarding (it releases on April 7th) - but I can tell you, Austin is... *whistles* he's HOT AF. I just this second typed 'The End' on his and Mackenzie's book, so I want to tell you a little bit about the book though, and to give you the rough and unedited first chapter below to see if I can tease any of you into one-clicking that preorder link.

What can you expect from Two for Boarding?

 NA College hockey romance

 Workplace/forbidden romance (hockey player/trainer)

 Kink (Sub/Dom)

 Lemon trifle and margaritas

 Slow burn, medium steam, low angst

Please note: Austin is a pleasure dom. 

 Praise vs Ordering

 Dominance vs Steadfast rules

 Pleasure vs Sadomasochism

Directing vs Making

 Encourages pushing limits vs making harsh demands

Chapter 1

Mackenzie

“Heavens to Betsy, y’all, are we in a… a… sex club?” As it turned out, Mackenzie’s whisper, hadn’t been much of a whisper at all. Her blurted-out question drew narrow-eyed, suspicious looks from the two women leaning on the bar to her right. The taller, skinnier one dressed in a skin-tight, PVC French maid’s outfit with a striking inverted bob smirked at her corset-and-collar-wearing friend who rolled her eyes.

Kenzie’s traitorous bestie, Addison, shook with laughter and grabbed Paige’s arm as though she might collapse from the hilarity of it all. “Uh… Surprise? Welcome to Protocol.”

“So this is why I’m dressed like I’m performing at a burlesque show.” Kenzie tugged at the hem of her studded leather skirt. It barely covered her ass cheeks. And while she wasn’t a prude, she also didn’t think the whole world needed to see her booty. “This is the last time I follow y’all blindly into the unknown. No more ride-or-die. I’m done with you bitches.” She waved her hand at them. “When I get home I’m finding new best friends on Craigslist.”

Her friend’s giggles continued as she made her way to the bar. Her heart pounded in her ears and pulsed in her temples as she attempted to take in the bustling crowd clad from head to toe in leather and PVC, trying desperately not to stare too hard, or seem too out of place. “Bitches.”

The French Maid raised her eyebrows as a wave of heat flashed across Kenzie’s cheeks. “Not y’all. Y’all aren’t bitches. They…” She pointed over her shoulder. “They are the bitches.”

French Maid and Corset-and-Collar picked up their drinks and fled out of sight before Kenzie could suck in another breath to explain any further. She didn’t blame them, she was acting like a crazy person and needed to calm the fuck down. While she wasn’t generally someone to yuck someone’s yum, as a former Sunday school attending, pageant girl from Pearland, Texas, she was most certainly in over her head. She’d never even seen Fifty Shades of Grey. The movie title alone almost made her blush.

Her body-hugging purple corset with black lace trim grew tighter as three men in dress pants and pressed shirts walked by her. “How come they didn’t have to wear pleather skirts that barely cover their butt crack?”

The bartender to her right, laughed. “You didn’t either. Can I get you anything?” He placed a black, square drink napkin with an emblem printed in silver and the word ‘Protocol’ above it, on the shiny black bar top in front of her. It looked like a yin yang symbol with three of the darker, yin shapes. She traced her fingers over the three "arms" curving out from the center and merging with an encompassing circle.

“Yes sir. New best friends?” She groaned, dropping her forehead to the back of her hands on the cool surface.

“We don’t serve those here. At least not behind the bar. But I could provide you with a delicious beverage that might take the edge off. Who knows, maybe your new best friend is out there waiting.” He jerked his bushy beard-encased chin at the space behind her. “Give it a chance. I get that it can be intimidating, but you passed the first hurdle of getting in the door and not peeing yourself or running away screaming.”

She pointed her index finger at him as someone bumped her from behind with a muttered apology. “You don’t know that I haven’t peed myself. And maybe I haven’t yet bolted because my legs don’t work anymore ‘cause I’m frozen in place. Have you considered that… Thor?”

His broad shoulders shook as he laughed. “I get that a lot.”

“Must be because you look like a Viking.”

He winced and covered his heart. “I always thought it was because I look like a god.”

She rolled her eyes. Another bartender appeared and patted Thor’s expansive chest. “He likes to think that. Thor, Melissa called in sick. It’s just you and me tonight, your god-ship.”

The much shorter, much narrower man, with wild red hair wound into a messy topknot bowed at Thor and smiled at Kenzie. He made his way past Thor to the far end of the bar where he took orders from the three men in dress pants without a notepad. She envied people who could keep everything in her head. There wasn’t a day that went by when her to-do lists didn’t sprout to-do lists just to keep her on the path to successful adulting.

She narrowed her eyes. “Is your nickname really Thor?”

The blond giant with almost inhuman blue eyes shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I’m the real Thor of Asgard and I’m here to protect you from all the PVC and kinky fuckery that’s afoot behind you with my massive hammer. Maybe I really am the God of Thunder.” He waggled his eyebrows and pointed behind her. “Ask anyone, they’ll corroborate my identity.”

In her haste to get to the bar, and cover her behind with a high-backed barstool, she hadn’t truly stopped to take in her surroundings. She’d glanced around and panicked at her instant overwhelm. She wasn’t sure she was ready to look at what was behind her, no matter how curious she might have felt. She groaned and her head thudded against the bar. “Ugh.”

“I’d ask if it was your first time, but you have this blinding neon sign right above your head. It’s kinda distracting.”

She sat up as he leaned on his forearms in front of her. “What can I get you, sugar?”

“Three margaritas. Espolon if you have it. Salt rims.”

“She likes her rims good and salty.” Paige snorted as she and Addison joined Kenzie at the bar.

The corner of his lips twitched.

“What?”

“Most clubs with play are dry spaces.” He grabbed a glass from the rack overhead. “Sometimes they are BYOB. We have timekeepers and dungeon monitors to ensure that anyone in the play spaces was not under the influence. It becomes risky for consent as well as activities that require coordination. As a general rule, most believe that there is no space for alcohol or drugs in the kink community during play, or introductions, for safety reasons. A common mantra at the places that do have a serving option is 'kink then drink'. We are not one of those places.”

“No tequila?”

He shook his head. “’fraid not.”

 “I hate you both.” She flipped her friends the bird.

“If that were true, you’d have ordered only one margarita, not three.” Adi slipped her arm across Kenzie’s shoulders. “Admit it, you love us.”

“Maybe I planned on drinking all three. Fine. Virgin margaritas then. I’ll imagine the tequila.”

“So… you want lime juice and sugar syrup?” Thor was doing a terrible job at hiding his amusement at the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Do you have a better suggestion?” She shivered as someone opened the door behind her, sending a blast of frigid November air through the bar area. She was already regretting her outfit choice even despite her heavy coat she was clinging to like a life raft.

“Pfft. Don’t insult me.” Thor flashed a grin. “I make the best virgin cocktails in the city.”

“It’s true.” Paige nodded. “We’ll take three citrus sippers please, Thor.”

“What the fuck is a citrus sipper?” Kenzie folded her arms. The night was going downhill fast.

“Lime, cranberry juice, ginger ale, and white grapefruit juice.” Thor answered, as he assembled the ingredients on the bar in front of them.

“Sounds distinctly lacking in tequila.”

He was already making their drinks and shook his head. “Give it a chance, lady. If you hate it, you can always leave, no one’s tying you up unless you want them to.” He winked at Addison whose eyes bugged out of her head. “Plus, you can always grab a ‘don’t fucking talk to me’ wristband if you want to.”

“A wristband?”

Both Paige and Addison waved their arms in front of Kenzie’s face. She grabbed Mer’s arm. “What does orange mean?”

Addison squared her shoulders, casting a furtive glance at the tall, blond, and totally-her-type bartender. “It means taken but exploring submissive. It means I’m not all the way in the ‘don’t fucking talk to me’ camp. I mean, I’m single…”

She batted her eyes at Thor who did little to hide his approving gaze as it traveled down Addison’s face, landing on her ample cleavage. She also wore a corset, but hers was brown, steampunk in style, and had leather straps crisscrossing under her bust. Her cheeks pinked. “This way I have an out for not hurting anyone’s feelings. I can just flash my band and say I’m taken. Just cause I’m single doesn’t mean I’m open to just anyone. A girl’s gotta have standards.”

Thor handed her a tumbler of pinky orange liquid. “She does indeed, my lady. And if anyone gives you any hassle here tonight, you come find me. Thor of Asgard will take care of you.”

“With his massive hammer.” Kenzie tugged at the top of her corset and turned her head to avoid the come fuck me eyes her friend was giving the giant bartender they’d just met. One of the three dress-pant-clad guys at the end of the bar looked vaguely familiar from his profile, but she couldn’t place him, and he and the two men he was with were gone before she had a chance to confirm.

“See?” Paige elbowed Kenzie in the ribs. “Thor here says it’s all good. If you wanna play you can play, if you wanna watch you can watch, if you want to leave… we’ll be very sad about it, won’t we, Mer?”

Addison still made gooey heart eyes at Thor, but she nodded.

“Y’all made me dress up like this when I didn’t have to. If I wasn’t so dang self-conscious about what I’m wearing, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Paige snorted. “Lies. If you were wearing jeans and a Brett Young tour T-shirt from five years ago you’d still feel out of place and even more self-conscious. This is better.” She clutched her glass and gestured it up and down in front of Kenzie’s corset. “This is hot as fuck. And you do have to. There’s a dress code.”

“She’s not wrong.” Thor handed Kenzie her glass and she ignored the straw in favor of chugging half of the cold, bitter-sweet mixture in one go. “Dress codes keep people from showing up who are not part of the community.”

“What is the dress code?” The more he talked, the more her curiosity grew.

“A good rule of thumb is "no pink" should be visible on men or women. For men, a well-tailored suit is often all that is required. Black and red are often easier to pass. That is the easy entry. I have also worn chest harnesses with jeans and button down shirts, carried a rope, or worn other leather gear on the outside of my clothing. The biggest piece of importance is that the clothing fits. If it looks like you borrowed someone else's suit, you will likely not get in.”

Kenzie tugged on her corset, thankful it was hers from the previous year’s Halloween costume and that she hadn’t gotten turned away at the door for her overwhelming ignorance at what she was about to walk into.

Thor mixed more of their mocktail and refilled their glasses. “Men and women have to meet the dress code alike. Even still there are often boys who enter the club with a thought process of getting the opportunity to beat on a woman and a guaranteed line up of vaginas in front of them.”

Kenzie gasped, but Thor continued. “Often the DM's will spot and remove these individuals quickly, but there are cases where people have been seriously injured.”

“Dungeon masters.” Paige correctly guessed that the abbreviation was lost on her.

“Are all clubs the same? Do they all have dress codes?”

He shook his head. “Entry to dungeon spaces typically requires a strict dress code. The more the location focuses on targeting swingers vs general kinksters, the more likely it will have a vanilla vs strict dress code. If you have stocks and gags, it is likely a dungeon and there is also likely a dress code in place.” He sighed and threw his cloth onto the bar. “I feel like I need to adequately prepare you since your friends were idiots and didn’t.”

“Hey!” Addison’s protests were drowned out by Thor not pausing for breath.

“There’s a staircase that leads you to the basement.” He pointed over her left shoulder. “Most of the time play happens in private and there are a lot of rules around more public play and what is allowed. A good rule is also to ensure you ask prior to using any equipment.”

Two men called out their drinks order, and Thor grabbed their alcohol-free beer without missing a beat. “There are a lot of signs around the club to remind you of the rules. Even sober, people have a tendency to forget it's generally not a free-for-all play space where you can let loose anywhere. Penetrative activities and those that would result in body fluid etc. are in more enclosed areas. For safety reasons. But you’re still going to see things.”

Her heart quickened. Watching people do… things… was one thing, but all out intercourse? Or rather all-in-tercourse? Shit. Her face burned. If her mama could see her now she’d have her hauled down to Pastor Mullholland’s church for a conscience cleanse.

“A sex dungeon.” Addison clapped her hands, her eyes wide and sparkling and a grin that could light up the Houston power grid spread across her face.

He nodded, returning her grin. “We have 'house doms' resident in the club. They will be more front and center in a shared space to perform some acts for those interested. It’s a way to introduce spanking, flogging, whipping, shibari, wax play…” His approving gaze swept over Addison, making Kenzie blush.

“Shibari is rope play,” supplied Paige, sipping on her second drink.

“Consent as always remains important, even with our house doms who have a release you sign prior to engaging. When you leave the dungeon, you enter a lounge with traditional drinks. The lounge also has a separate entrance where you can choose to only attend there for drinks without passing the dungeon. No play is allowed in that space. I’d suggest you get a wristband like your friends – unless you’re into being dominant rather than submissive, in which case you’ll need a different color to both of them.”

She sipped her drink in silence as her friends both turned to stare at her with round, hopeful eyes. Addison kicked the heel of Kenzie’s over-the-knee black leather boots. “Come on K-K. Pleeeeease? You’ve been so busy since you started working with those fucking Snow Pirates that we hardly get to hang out anymore.” She threw a pointed glare at Paige as if to encourage her to join in.

Thor quirked his brow. “You a student at the U?”

Kenzie snorted and rolled her eyes. “My college days are far behind me.”

“She’s right, Kenz.” Paige slurped at the remaining liquid in the bottom of her glass. “I’ve wanted to check this place out for ages. If we’d waited for you to get on board, we’d have grown old and died.”

They weren’t wrong. As it turned out, working as a physiotherapist for the local college hockey team was sucking her of all her energy.

“All work and no play makes Mackenzie a dull girl. And by extension, her friends.” Addison sipped her drink. “If you really wanna leave, we can. But Paige and I will go take a quick look around first.”

Kenzie stared at the slow melting ice cubes in the bottom of her glass. She’d played by everyone else’s rules for so long when she lived back in Texas – her husband, her family, society – everyone and their grandma had their own opinions of how she should look, talk, act. But in Minnesota she could be anyone she wanted to be. She’d left that old life behind.

She’d changed her name, her hair, and her attitude. In Minnesota she could be the fun-loving Mackenzie Abbottt who went to the local sex club with her friends and wasn’t embarrassed to admit to herself she was all-the-way curious, and more turned on than she expected to be.

“Fuck it.” She drained the last of her drink. “I’m in.”

Paige bounced on the balls of her feet and clapped her hands. “Whoop! If you get uncomfortable and want to leave, just holler. We should give her a safe word.” She rolled her lips between her teeth. “If you need to escape the kinky sex dungeon just say… uh… starfish.”

“Starfish?” Kenzie canted her head.

Paige shrugged. “It’s mine.”

Thor wiped the bar with a wash cloth. “And if you end up comfortable and want to have sex with a stranger, the dungeon has cleaning stations with safe sex supplies, spray, towels, wipes, etc. You are expected to clean a space before you leave so the next person can enjoy it safely. The monitor or timekeeper quality checks before allowing the next person in the space.”

A shiver rattled through her from head to toe. Clean up team. Condoms. Kink. If the entire room wouldn’t see them every time she moved in such a short skirt, she’d have hurried home to put on her Big Girl Panties. But for the moment, she, and the only black thong she owned, had to pray everyone else had better things to look at than her big butt.

Paige looked like all her Christmases had come at once. She slipped her red velvet jacket off her shoulders to reveal a black dress. A tulle panel across her chest exposed her breasts, and she had diamanté crystals covering her nipples under the sheer fabric.

Under her bust, a leather insert pulled her waist in with what looked to be a corset – held together with braided leather and golden hoops. There was more tulle at the bottom to create a pleated skirt.

Coupled with her boob-length, jet-black wavy hair and blood red lips the look had even Kenzie questioning her sexuality for a moment. “Wow. You came prepared. Wait. You’re not wearing an orange band.” She grabbed her friend’s arm. “What does green mean?”

“Available switch.” Paige’s grin was hungry and wicked.

Addison’s arched eyebrow suggested she was every bit as lost as Kenzie was. “What the fuck is a switch?” She handed her empty glass to Thor.

“A switch is someone who goes back and forth between dominating and being submissive depending on their mood, circumstances, and the vibe between partners.” Thor smirked. “This isn’t your friend’s first rodeo.”

Paige shrugged. “It was time for you guys to see my dark and twisty side.” She jabbed a finger at Addison and Kenzie. “No judgment from you bitches, or I will cut you.”

Addison held her palms up to Paige. “Girl, you didn’t judge me for that abomination of a dye job I got last year. Or that guy who brought his mom to our first date. Let that freak flag fly. Maybe I’ll find my kink tonight.”

Maybe Kenzie would, too.

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