Thursday, 30 September 2010

Excerpt Day - The Reluctant Dom © Tymber Dalton



"I made her three promises when we got married, Seth. I would never lie to her. I would always take care of her. I would protect her, never let anyone hurt her ever again."


Seth watched his friend swirl the bourbon and ice in his drink. Kaden had laid his glasses on the table and his face looked haggard and worn. There was something deeply wrong with his friend tonight. They'd known each other over forty years, since they were babies and their moms were best friends, and this was plain...




Kaden met his friend's concerned gaze. "I love her, Seth. She's my life. What am I going to do?"


"What are you talking about, dude? You're freaking me out."


Kaden sat back in his chair. "I went to the doctor today."


Seth felt a mental chill. "Are you gonna make me beat it out of you or what?"


Kaden took another drink. This was their weekly boys night out but Seth knew this was nothing like any other night. "I'm dying," Kaden whispered.


This had to be a horrible practical joke. Kaden was always looking for a way to get one up on Seth and sucker him in. "Dude, that's not funny. You don't f***ing joke about something like that."


"Do I look like I'm laughing?"


Seth studied him, a cold, hard rock of emotion settling in his stomach. "What the f**k?"


"I've got cancer. Best guess is a year or so."


"Well you need to go get a second opinion! Maybe the doctor's wrong. They can be wrong, you know."


Kaden looked at his glass again. "This was my third opinion. Pancreatic cancer. Inoperable."


Numb shock engulfed Seth. This man was his brother in everything except name and blood. There were a few years they were separated by distance while Seth was in the Army, and even then they'd emailed and talked on the phone as much as possible. Other than that, they'd been close.


"They've got medicine, radiation, chemo. There's got to be something."


"No. I refuse to spend the time I've got left like that. They said it'll only buy me a few months, if I'm lucky. I'd rather not spend it puking my guts up."


"But there's got to be something—"


Kaden shook his head. "I refuse to go out like my dad did. I go out on my terms." He took another sip of his drink.


What do you say in a situation like that?


Seth shook his head. "F**k." He took a swig of beer. "How's Leah holding up?" he quietly asked.


"I haven't told her yet."


He stared at his friend in disbelief. "What do you mean you haven't told her?"


"I wanted to make sure before I did. I saw the first two doctors last week. They all agree on the diagnosis--and the prognosis."


Poor Leah. They'd been married nearly twenty years. Seth was overseas in the Army when Kaden met and married her in the span of three months. Seth had immediately liked her when he returned home and got to meet her. She was good for Kade.


Seth was lost in a swirl of emotions. Kaden had to repeat his question. "How's the apartment hunting going?"


What the f**k? Kade had just dropped the bomb that he was dying, and now he was asking about that?


Seth numbly shook his head while still trying to process Kaden's news. "I'm still looking. It's hard since I'm in school. I'm sick of living at Ben's place, need to get back out on my own." Seth's older brother had insisted on him staying with them during Seth's divorce.


"So you're finally free of the bitch? I knew the papers had to be coming soon."


"Paperwork came through last week. I'm officially divorced. Only took two years and losing my ass." He looked at Kaden and refocused on the discussion at hand. "Quit changing the subject!"


Kaden knowingly smiled. "I wasn't."


"You were."


Kaden sat back. "We need to have a talk."


"You need to get your ass home and tell Leah."


Kaden's grey eyes settled on his. "I need to talk to you first," he said, his voice dropping to a soft, steady tone. "Seriously."


Seth took a deep breath. "Okay, what?"


"I want you to move in with us."


Seth blinked. "What?"


"We've got plenty of room."


"What?" He'd wake up any minute from this nightmare. Or whacked out dream, or whatever it was. This could not be real, couldn't be happening.


Kaden leaned forward and dropped his voice even further. "I need you to hear me out, without interruption. I don't want you to give me a yes or no tonight, okay? Can you do that for me?"


Seth slowly nodded.


Kaden's eyes never left his. "I need to tell you a few things about myself. About Leah. I need you to listen so you understand where I'm coming from, because this is hard enough for me to talk about without justifying myself to my best friend, okay? Promise?"


Seth nodded again. Kaden was the "still waters run deep" poster boy. They were close, but while Seth could dump everything on the table, Kaden played everything close to the vest, he always had. Maybe that's why he'd been happily married for nearly two decades and Seth was on his third ex-wife.


Kaden clasped his hands together. "You know I love Leah. She's my f***ing life. I have never cheated on her, and she's never cheated on me."


Seth nodded. He knew. He'd seen and envied their obvious love and passion for years. Any moron could see how devoted they were to each other.


Lucky bastard.


"There's a few things I've never told you. About Leah's past. About how we met. Some of that doesn't need to be told tonight, you'll learn about it soon enough. Suffice it to say she was a mess when we met. I probably saved her life. She had a horrible life before we got together."


Kade took a deep breath. "Leah's not just my wife, Seth. She's my slave. I'm her Master, her Dom."


© Tymber Dalton


The Reluctant Dom

Author: Tymber Dalton

Publisher: Lyrical Press

Genre: Erotica, BDSM

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Love hurts...if you're lucky.

Kaden knows he's dying, but before he goes, he has one problem he needs to solve - he must ask his oldest friend Seth to take over as his beloved wife's Dom and Master after his death. Seth has always seen himself as the perpetual screw-up and Kaden as the strong and steady one, so his friend's request rocks his world.

Now Seth finds himself immersed in a role he's far from comfortable with: inflicting pain to provide emotional comfort for the woman he's secretly loved for years. Can he deal with his crushing grief and learn the skills he must master in time to become THE RELUCTANT DOM?

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