Manties in A Twist by @jarockauthor Virtual Tour | Spotlight, Excerpt & #giveaway {@RiptideBooks}

Hi! I’m J.A. Rock, and right now I’m touring the internet talking about my latest release Manties in a Twist—Book 3 in The Subs Club series. Thanks so much to the blogs that are hosting me on this tour, and be sure to leave comments on the tour posts for a chance to win your choice of two backlist ebooks and a $10 Amazon gift card!

Look, I’ll never stop missing Hal, but this Subs Club my friends started to review suck-ass doms isn’t gonna bring him back or give him justice. For me, it’s just another chance to hang out with my friends, even if they think I’m too dumb to understand the important work we’re supposedly doing.

But maybe I’m not as dumb as they think—at least I know when I’ve got a good thing going. Which is why I just moved in with my dom. Ryan’s awesome possum. He’s really short, never makes me feel stupid, and is up for anything. One word: costumes. Two more words: women’s underwear. We’re all about the lace, no leather.

Except when we do pony play. We first tried it as a joke, but turns out I’m ballin’ at it. Now PetPlayFest is coming up, and I wanna take down the Subs Club’s archrival, Cinnamon the ponygirl, in the horse show.

My friends think I’m spending too much time with Ryan and ignoring my obligations to the group. But since when is friendship an obligation? Ryan’s my first serious relationship, and I want to take it . . . seriously. At some point I need to think about my future, not my past.

—Kamen

Buy links: Riptide | Amazon 

About the Subs Club series

After the death of their friend Hal at the hands of an irresponsible dom, submissive friends Dave, Kamen, Miles, and Gould band together to form the Subs Club—an organization seeking to expose dangerous local doms. The club slowly evolves as romances blossom, loyalties are tested, and tensions mount in a community already struggling for unity in the wake of Hal’s death.

From domestic discipline to knife play to fashion paraphilia, and from family drama to new jobs to first loves, the members of the Subs Club explore life’s kinks inside and outside of the bedroom as they attempt to let go of the past and move forward.

Buy links/ Book 1/ The Subs Club: Riptide | Amazon
Buy links/ Book 2/ Pain Slut: Riptide | Amazon

Excerpt from Manties in a Twist...

Amanda came into the kitchen, and we hung out with her for another hour and a half while she waited for her laundry to finish. Between the three of us, we ate basically all the snacks in the house. By the time she peaced out, Ryan and I were in too much of a food coma for Bed Bath & Beyond.

“How about we take our pants off instead?” Ryan was already unzipping his jeans.

I groaned and undid mine too. Slid them down and stepped out of them. “This feels sooo much better.”

“Your boxers have a hole in the back.”

I glanced down over my shoulder. “That’s on purpose. It’s my easy-access hole.” I stripped off my shirt too, because it was hot as balls. I rubbed the hair on my stomach to make it fuzz up.

He walked behind me and put his arms around me. His chin didn’t even reach my shoulder, and his tiny hands laced over my abs. He was a friggin’ adorable doll who’d come to life, and nothing was going to stop me from thinking that, even if I didn’t say it out loud.

His size had taken a little getting used to. I was six two and still had my jock muscles from high school. I’d tried a million times to explain to Ryan how much I loved his tininess, but he was sensitive about it, so it was hard to find ways of, like, expressing my enthusiasm that didn’t sound insulting. For instance, I’d learned not to say, “It’s like when you have a Chihuahua and you’re always afraid you’re gonna accidentally sit on it.” Which I’d meant as a compliment, because Chihuahuas are cute as fuck and tough little assholes, but Ryan had kind of been like, “Hey, bend over and we’ll see if you feel like sitting on anything ever again.”

So I kept my admiration secret. I loved that he looked sort of frail, like those ghost kids in The Others who can’t go into the sunlight, but was actually so fierce that he surprised me sometimes with his strength. I loved that I submitted to him even though he couldn’t have physically overpowered me. I felt like his fucking dragon on a chain. I’d do anything he told me, but also I’d murder anyone who tried to hurt him.

He kissed my shoulder. “Let’s pass out on the couch for a while, then I’ll access your hole.”

He was all romantic-as-tits like that. I put my hands over his and squeezed. “Love you.”

I’d said “I love you” to him for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and he’d said it back like it was no big thing. My friends all made this huge deal out of When’s too soon to say that shit? But I didn’t care. I didn’t think you had to wait a certain amount of time to love somebody. You could love him right away and then change your mind later if he turned out to be a dick. And if you knew you loved him, why not tell him?

“Love you too.” He hip-bumped me toward the living room. We waddled side by side, heading for the couch.

He stopped. “Oh shit. Look.”

I turned to him, then glanced at the floor where he was looking.

There was a pair of red lace panties on the carpet, a dryer sheet clinging to them.

“Huh.” I wasn’t sure what to do.

He poked them with his toe. “Amanda must have dropped them.”

“We can give them back to her at the housewarming thing.”

We stared at the panties. I didn’t know much about girls’ underwear, but these looked nice. Deep red and not too frilly, and the patterns in the lace were, like, intricate. I got a little hypnotized by them, and my stomach tightened, which was either something to do with sexual feelings or with a whole package of Chips Ahoy.

Ryan reached down and grabbed them. “I’ll just . . .”

I didn’t want him to take them away yet. “Are those Victoria’s Secret or something?”

“Uh . . .” He checked the label. “I don’t know. They’re like a French name?”

“Can I touch them?”

He looked at me like maybe I had a guy-with-the-lotion-in-Silence-of-the-Lambs past I wasn’t telling him about. “You want to touch my friend’s panties?”

“You’re touching them right now,” I pointed out.

He handed them to me.

“They’re big.” I stretched them between my fingers.

I kept waiting for Ryan to be like, Seriously, enough perving on my friend’s panties. But he was just gazing at the red lace in my hands like he was under some kind of spell too. “Those would look hot on you.”

I jolted. Hot on me?

That was . . . I didn’t . . . I wasn’t . . . These weren’t even . . .

We stared at each other for a moment, and then it was like an eighties power ballad started to play, and suddenly my boxers were off and I was pulling on the panties. And Ryan was on his knees all, like, making me turn around for him and squeezing the parts of my ass that were hanging out the back of the lace. And then he pulled my dick over the waistband and put it in his mouth, and that’s all I remember.

We woke two hours later on the floor, disoriented and covered in jizz.

Ryan lifted his head. “What happened?”

I looked at my dick, on which hung the shredded remains of the red lace panties. “Either an angry hamster was in these panties . . .”

J.A. Rock is the author of queer romance and suspense novels, including By His Rules, Take The Long Way Home, and, with Lisa Henry, The Good Boy and When All The World Sleeps. She holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and a BA in theater from Case Western Reserve University. J.A. also writes queer fiction and essays under the name Jill Smith. Raised in Ohio and West Virginia, she now lives in Chicago with her dog, Professor Anne Studebaker.

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To celebrate, J.A. is giving away your choice of two ebooks from her backlist and a $10 Amazon gift card. Leave a comment to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on April 9, 2016. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!