Hi, we’re Lisa Henry and J.A. Rock, and we’re riding our magical smut sleigh around the Internet to pimp our holiday release. It’s a kinky m/m/m ménage novella called FALL ON YOUR KNEES, and it’s part of Loose Id’s RATED: XXXMAS ANTHOLOGY, which also features SHEPHERD, WISE MAN, AND THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY by E.F. Mulder.
We’d like to tell you a little more about FALL ON YOUR KNEES and offer you a chance to win some holiday themed goodies!
Blurb: Asa and his longtime partner, Javier, are looking forward to a cozy, kinky Christmas together. But when Asa discovers his coworker Drew has nowhere to go for the holidays, he invites Drew home for dinner. His motives aren’t entirely pure: Asa and Javier are both dominant, and occasionally arrange one-night stands with submissives. Asa’s been hot for Drew for months, even though he has no proof Drew is kinky.
Drew has wanted Asa since the day they met. Drew could never come between Asa and his partner, but it doesn’t stop him from fantasizing about belonging to Asa. About letting Asa do filthy, painful, incredible things to him. He accepts Asa’s dinner invitation reluctantly, not eager to witness Asa and Javier’s domestic bliss firsthand.
When Javier discovers Drew’s profile on a BDSM site shortly before Drew’s arrival, the game changes. A bold proposition leads to Asa and Jav sharing a night of play and passion with a dinner guest who’s nowhere near as innocent as he looks. But as their not-so-silent night progresses, all three find themselves on shaky ground. Can they keep this no strings attached? Or is there a way for each man to get what he really wants for Christmas?
Excerpt: “What do we do now?” Javier asked.
“We wait for him to come back in here,” Asa said.“And then we dom the shit out of him.”
“Literally.” Javier squeezed Asa’s shoulder. “Here’s a chance to make your enema fantasies come true. Since I’m so uncooperative.”
“I don’t have enema fantasies.”
“Yes, you do.”
Asa flicked the crumb back at him. “So what are you gonna do? Unleash your forced orgasm fetish on him?”
“Maybe.” They heard the toilet flush. Water running. Javier counted. “He’s washing his hands for the recommended twenty seconds. Isn’t he such a good boy? Don’t you want to make him scream?”
“Yeah.” Asa’s pupils were dilated, his expression slightly unfocused.
“Ohhh,” Javier whispered. “You do, don’t you?” He reached between Asa’s legs and cupped the bulge there. Asa closed his eyes and expelled a quick breath. “You want to fuck him while I watch?”
“You want to whip his ass until he cries and then fuck me while he stands in a corner showing off his marks?”
Asa rocked against his hand, and Javier felt his own cock stiffening. “God, Jav, yes.”
The bathroom door opened. So did Asa’s eyes. Javier let him go with a wicked smile.
Drew returned to the dining room. Didn’t sit.
“All right,” Javier said. “Who wants to get started?”
“Me.” Drew didn’t sound totally convinced. His gaze flicked to the front of Javier’s pants.
Javier waited until Drew was looking at him again. “The first thing you can do, slut, is take your clothes off. Slowly.”
Drew fumbled out of his shirt.
“I said slowly.” Javier raised his voice slightly.
Drew jolted and nodded. Undid his jeans carefully and let them fall to the floor. Stepped out of them. Javier could have groaned at the sight of Drew’s snug gray briefs stretched over his hard cock. Javier was a sucker for briefs. Was always trying to get Asa to give up boxers. He wanted to cup that bulge, hear Drew gasp, feel him tremble.
“Leave those on,” he said.
Drew glanced at both of them uncertainly, then folded his clothes and set them on a chair. Stood with his arms at his sides.
Javier noticed Drew’s feet. He was wearing mismatched socks: one red and one green. Festive.
“Very good.” Asa’s voice was soft.
For some reason, the praise niggled Javier. Drew hadn’t done anything except strip. He approached Drew, saw him flinch.
Good. I’m scary, aren’t I? I’m not your number-one fan like Asa is.
“Hands on your head.” He kept his tone crisp, almost cold. Drew quickly laced his hands behind his head. “That’s how you stand from now on. I won’t tell you again.” Javier circled him. This close, he could hear Drew’s rapid breathing. “Do you like the idea of being punished, Drew?”
“Yes, sir.” Drew’s ass tensed.
Asa, taking his cue off Javier, stepped forward and began to circle Drew too. “What kinds of things would we punish you for?”
Drew’s body was taut, poised as if to bolt. “N-not doing what you tell me to.”
Asa trailed a finger down Drew’s chest. Drew nearly stumbled backward. “What kinds of things might we tell you to do?” Asa sounded deceptively gentle.
“Suck your dick,” Drew said immediately. “Uh…I don’t…? Get in position? Be quiet?”
“Are these questions, Drew?” Javier didn’t raise his voice, but he let Drew hear the sarcasm.
“Maybe, sir.” Drew swallowed. “I don’t…I don’t know what you’re going to tell me to do. I’m sorry.” Wasn’t he just the perfect little sub? Honest and polite. Javier had no doubt that by the end of the night, he and Asa would have him incoherent, manners forgotten.
“What do you say if you want us to stop something?” Asa rested his chin on Drew’s shoulder. Javier saw Drew’s eyes fall shut as he leaned toward Asa. “What words do you want to use?”
Drew opened his eyes. “I say ‘yellow’ for a break and ‘red’ to stop, sir.”
Javier touched Drew’s hip. Drew started. “If you don’t say either of those words, what are we going to do if you scream, or cry, or beg?”
Drew tilted his head, brow furrowed.
“Drew,” Javier said warningly, enjoying Drew’s flinch. He almost felt sorry for the kid. Almost.
“We’ll keep going,” Asa supplied.
“Oh.” Drew nodded rapidly. “Yes, sir.”
“Knock it off.” Javier dug his nails into Drew’s hip. “You look like a bobblehead. Hold still and answer our questions.”
Drew stopped moving. But Javier caught a second’s glare before Drew’s gaze dropped. This would be fun.
About Lisa Henry: Lisa Henry likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters. Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape. She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied history and English, neither of them very thoroughly. She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
About J.A. Rock: J.A. Rock has worked as a dog groomer, knife seller, haunted house zombie, standardized patient, census taker, state fair quilt hanger, and, for one less-than-magical evening, a server—and would much rather be writing about those jobs than doing them. J.A. currently lives in Chicago but still sees West Virginia behind Illinois’s back.
So since we spend this book ruining things like gingerbread and toy trains forever, we’d like to offer some consolation prizes. One commenter from all of our combined tour stops will win the GRAND PRIZE. Which includes:
1. A DIY gingerbread train set! Just assemble and decorate according to the instructions on the box. Then demolish it with your jaws of holiday vengeance.
2. A paperback copy of our Christmas novel from last year, THE BOY WHO BELONGED. This book is #2 in THE BOY series, features lots of kink, and also includes THE NAUGHTY BOY, our short story from the series.
3. An e-copy of the RATED XXXMAS anthology.
TWO additional commenters from the combined tour posts will win e-copies of the anthology. All you have to do is leave your contact info on your comment on any and all of the tour posts, by 11:59pm on December 24, 2014! And here are the stops: