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Doms have fears, too by Eva Lefoy

Even if your main character is a top, a Dom, and not a submissive, it’s important to remember that Doms are people too. First and foremost, they’re human. They usually show up in the author’s mind after having several failed prior relationships and are looking for love. Mmmm love. Should the author decide to take up the Dom’s case and give them the love they seek, they have to do so with a few things in mind.

1. Doms are people who’ve been hurt in the past, too. Don’t just focus on the submissive partner’s past hurts and needs. It’s likely the Dom has had his/her heart broken a time a two as well. 
2. Use that backstory to re-open old wounds. In Dom of Destruction, Gar suffers Brian being hurt the same way his former sub, Angel was. Even though it’s not Gar’s fault, he still feels the same pain. That pain propels him toward the climax of his storyline – where he must come face to face with his fears.
3. Doms have fears, too. Even if they’re as big as a house and as strong as an ox, they still have fears. Fears of intimacy, fears of hurting their sub, fears of being rejected, etc. All the usual fears that humans can and have had for thousands of years. Sure, they’re all Dom and all business in the bedroom, but outside of a scene, who are they really? What do they really fear?
4. Lastly, Doms are often hard on themselves and suffer guilt and worry over their role. Even if it’s two guys in the relationship, and both of them are completely into it on a consensual basis, the Dom can still get hurt. In Dom of Destruction, we find out that Gar’s ex, Angel, pushed him past his comfort zone. Angel wanted Gar to hurt him more and more, (we find out why and it’s a shocker for Gar), but the beatings Angel wanted left Gar wounded and scarred. He didn’t adequately protect himself, probably because he loved Angel and would have done anything for him.

So you see, Gar has a lot a pain in his past and he’s looking for love. In the modern world, love can be hard to come by. And even when it’s staring Gar in the face, he has a hard time acquiescing to the terms. Which only proves he’s human and needs love too!

Thanks for reading,

Eva

Dom of Destruction, book III in the Love Hurts series:

When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.

Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others. 

Warning: The MC in this story is baited into a scene of BDSM play and is abused. 

EXCERPT – Brian takes Gar to task over his plethora of subs:

Whoa. Gar’s mind whirled as he tried to figure out Brian’s sudden mood swing. What the hell was this? Everything was going so well—or so he’d thought. But Brian’s attitude had just done a one-eighty. He watched with growing dismay as Brian shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped up. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, we need to talk about your other subs, Gar.”

His jaw tightened and he stood to zip up his own pants. Apparently the night’s fun had ended. Hell, I was just getting warmed up. “That’s kind of a sore subject, do you mind if we put it off for another time?”

“A sore subject?” Brian’s tone sliced though the room with the grace of a butcher knife on metal. “You want to talk about sore?”

Freaking a. They’d gone right back to Tuesday night at the club as though they hadn’t missed a beat.

“I’m the one that’s sore here.” Brian jabbed a finger at his own chest and somehow managed to get himself off balance.

Gar reached out to steady him, and got glared at for his efforts. “Look, Brian. I don’t want to argue. I thought we were having a great time…”

“We were. But I remembered why I left the club in the first place. Gar, I don’t want to be Mr. Thursday night to you. If that’s all I am, then go, and I’ll find myself another Dom.”

That did it. Gar crowded into Brian’s space and backed him against the desk. “Don’t you even think about being with anybody else. I’m the one who’s gonna take care of you the way you need. I don’t want you having anything to do with these other bastards. I mean it. I won’t stand to see you hurt again.”

Brian, to his credit, stood his ground and didn’t back down. Not even an inch. If Brian hadn’t spent most of his life as a top, he probably would have acted differently. Gar hated to admit it, but he liked Brian’s spunk. When it wasn’t coming close to literally causing his death.

“Then give us—this—whatever this is between us a chance.”

“I am.”

“I mean exclusively.”

He swallowed the lump stuck in his throat. Damned if he’d tell Brian he hadn’t been able to see a single one of his subs all of last week. He wasn’t ready for that kind of honesty. “Brian…”

“I don’t share well, Gar. Ask Geoffrey if you don’t believe me. If you aren’t willing to have me as your only sub then this is over, now.”

“That’s not fair.” He fisted his hands, the thought of ringing sense into Brian becoming more alluring by the second.

“Too bad.” Brian shoved at Gar’s chest and Gar moved back. Not because he wanted to go, or Brian really had the strength to make him, but because he wouldn’t allow Brian to hurt himself, even accidentally. “According to Geoffrey, the subs make the rules. If you really are a Dom and want to fulfill my needs, then you’ll want to fulfill this one, too.”

He sucked in a long breath. The hell. Is he questioning my Domhood? You’ve got to be kidding. He’s still a newbie sub in diapers. “If I wasn’t such a well-established Dom I wouldn’t have so many subs under me.”

“If you weren’t so afraid of having a relationship, you wouldn’t need all those subs to dilute your attention.”

The words stabbed straight though Gar’s heart and left a gaping hole as an exit wound. What the hell does he know about my needs? It’s not like I’m afraid, damn it.

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Author Bio and Contact:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Blog tour lineup:

September 22nd - Sensuous Promos Readers Blog - http://sensuouspromos.blogspot.com
September 23rd - All My Book Finds - http://shannaclemens.blogspot.com/
September 24th - Kelsie Belle - www.kelsiebelle.wordpress.com
September 25th - Ashley Nemer - ashleynemer.blogspot.com
September 26th - Taylor Brooks - http://authortaylorbrooks.blogspot.com
September 27th - Hennessee Andrews - http://hennesseeandrews.blogspot.com/
September 29th - Nicole Morgan - http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com
October 1st - Mile High Muses - http://www.milehighmuses.com

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Whitley Gray's Book Tour - Stop #2

Hello and welcome to the 2^nd stop in Sensuous Promos Book Blog Tour  for Whitley Gray’s, Shooting For The Gold - Going For The Gold Anthology. Throughout this blog hop – which runs September 30^th through October 26^th – there will be 5 stops. At the end of which all commentators (from all the blog stops) will be eligible to win a $10 Amazon eGift Card. The winner will be announced on October 27^th in the evening and posted in the comments sections of all the stops. Please remember to leave your email address so we can contact the winner and get you your prize! 

Bio:

Once upon a misspent youth, Whitley read and wrote stories under the covers at night. At some point, real life intervened, bringing with it responsibilities and a career in the medical field. After years of technical writing, Whitley became enamored of romance and took on the challenge of giving it a try. Inventing characters and putting them through paces in interesting ways turned out to be addictive, and along the way, Whitley discovered that two heroes is twice as nice. A pot of coffee, quiet, and a storyline featuring a couple of guys makes for a perfect day. Stop by www.whitleygray.com and feed your fix for heat between the sheets with erotica and M/M romance.

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Matt Justice has worked for years toward his goal of winning Olympic gold. Three decades ago, his father won an Olympic shooting competition; he was Matt’s biggest supporter until he said two little words: “I’m gay.” If he can emulate the feat his father accomplished in the past, maybe Matt can mend their fractured relationship.

Physician Levi Wolf and his partner Brett had looked forward to attending the London Olympic Games, until the car accident that left Levi unscathed but killed the love of his life. It’s been three years, and Levi has kept his heart under wraps. He’s attending the Olympics alone—as a physician instead of as a tourist. The last thing he wants to consider is letting go of Brett’s memory.

When Matt has an accident that threatens his ability to compete, Levi uses his skill at acupuncture to treat the blinding headaches. As the competition comes down to the wire, Levi discovers that sometimes the prize is right in front of you.

 EXCERPT:

Matt squinted at the map. God, he hoped he’d taken the right direction to find the shuttle to the shooting venue at the Royal Artillery Barracks. For the last month, he’d anticipated seeing the unique decorations for the Olympic use of the buildings. The equipment should’ve arrived, and until he saw with his own eyes that the firearms had made it, he wouldn’t be able to rest. The campus made no sense. Where the devil was the exit to this place? The Olympic Village might as well be a labyrinth. Matt turned the chart to the side. North? Which way was —

Clang.

Pain exploded in his forehead and nose. Matt staggered sideways onto the grass, lost his fight with gravity, and fell. The vision in his right eye blurred, and the inside of his head reverberated with pain. “Fuck.”

“Okay, mate?” The voice came from above, concern wrapped in a Cockney accent.

Matt clapped a hand over his eye, which made the pain worse, and pulled his fingers away smeared with red. Blood? No fucking way. What’d he hit? He turned his head, and hissed as pain thumped his skull. Bad idea. “What hit me?”

“Ye ’it the scaffold.” Feet clanged on metal, clopped on concrete, and muted on the grass. “Yer bleedin’. Shite.”

Through bleary eyes, Matt squinted at the workman who squatted next to him. The man’s wooly eyebrows knit in concern. He fumbled in his pocket and held out a handkerchief. Matt watched himself take the cloth. A wave of nausea twisted his gut, and he flipped on his side and retched, head pounding. Jesus Christ.

“Ye okay?”

Kidding, right? Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, Matt rolled to his back and opened his eyes. Overcast sky, smell of grass, and ringing in the ears. Just dandy.

More footsteps rustled across the grass, and a blond man came into view. Lips tight, he frowned and knelt beside Matt. “Hey there. Looks like a nasty cut. Can you open your right eye?” Midwestern American accent. A fellow athlete?

“It is open. Isn’t it?”

“No.” The hanky was pulled out of Matt’s hand, and Blond Guy dabbed at the cut. “Better get you to the clinic.”

Aw, shit on a biscuit. Clinic? Doctors and X-rays and needles? He’d never live it down. Matt groaned. “It’s not that bad. A little clean up and an ice pack and I’ll be fine.”

Blond Guy’s frown deepened, twin creases forming between his eyebrows. He leaned in. Nice eyes, blue like the steel of a shotgun. “That’s not going to do it. Too deep. Looks like you rang your bell when you connected with the post. You might have a concussion.”

Matt struggled to sit up, and the scenery took a drunken swirl. Nausea burbled in his throat. “I don’t have a concussion.” He clamped his teeth together and took a couple of deep breaths through his nose. Don’t vomit. Sit for a minute, reassure the Good Samaritan, and go check on the guns. “I need to go.”

A warm hand landed on his shoulder. “A quick look. I promise I’ll make it brief —”

“Wait a minute. You’ll take a look?” Probably some former military medic, like Norm.

A brilliant smile broke across Blond Guy’s face and he extended a hand. “Levi Wolf, M.D., at your service. Call me Levi.”

A doctor? Here in the Village? On autopilot, he shook. “Matt Justice.”

“Staff or competitor?” asked Levi.

“Competitor. Shooting.”

“Clinic’s right over there.” Levi nodded toward glass double doors on the opposite side of the courtyard. “Can you walk?”

Target estimated at twenty meters. That he could do. Matt grunted an assent.

“I kin help,” the workman volunteered, glancing from Levi to Matt.

Well, it couldn’t get much more humiliating. Might as well go to the clinic. “Let’s go.”

It did get more humiliating. Levi and the workman — who introduced himself as Gideon — each took one of Matt’s arms and wrapped an arm around his waist. The two carried more than walked him across the grass, through the doors, and into a cubicle.

While he waited for Levi to return, Matt contemplated the gray and white stripes of the curtain, one eye at a time. Left eye clear, right eye blurry. Must not have gotten the blood cleaned up well enough. That had to be it. Perfect vision in his right eye was crucial for shooting. What if he couldn’t compete?

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