What happens at Diomhair, stays there. Pleasure or pain? Mimi needs to know and Alex wants to show her.
When Mimi Leman is asked to go to a ‘Meet the Dom and chat to a sub’ night at her local BDSM club, little does she know what she’ll find.
Curious? Oh yes. Interested? She’s not sure.
After all, she’s anti pain and a BDSM virgin. Mimi knows things will go either badly wrong or perfectly right and has no idea which.
It’s up to scribing artist Alex Sunderland to ensure it’s the latter. He’s everyone’s idea of how a Dom should be—even Mimi can see that—but is he the one to show her the lifestyle?
Alex is intrigued by Mimi and is sure that deep down she’s the perfect sub…for him.
Mimi wants to be, but can she conquer her fear of pain and let herself fly?
Only trying will tell.
General Release Date: 26th January 2016
“Er, you want me to do what?” Dominique Leman—Mimi to her friends—stared at the ingratiating, smiling, slimy guy on the other side of the table and wondered if she kicked hard enough she’d reach his balls and knock some of the ‘great I am’ out of him. Mind you, knowing her aim, she’d get the inoffensive elderly gentleman next to him or the tall, talkative, younger woman on the other side.
Him, though? Talk about smug and self-satisfied. If there was an Olympic medal in it, he’d win the gold.
Eric Lonnergan, deputy head of the forum, rocked his chair on two legs, put his hands high above his head and stretched and smiled. His shirt—bright enough to give her a migraine and two decades too young for him, in an obviously slim-fit style—stretched over his luckily flat stomach. She’d hate to see him naked. Mimi reckoned he’d be pigeon chested and have spindly legs. That was as bad as a beer belly in her opinion.
Now that builder guy I saw on the roof next door would look good naked. I wish I’d seen his face. She was sucker for a guy with shoulder length dark hair and a killer body.
“Are you listening or in a world of your own?” Eric snapped.
The woman next to him at the large oval table opened her eyes wide but didn’t speak. Two or three of the other people nearby shifted in their seats. Out of the eight adults in the tiny, cream-painted and overly bland room, only he seemed happy with his attitude.
He, of course, Mimi thought, was so full of himself he didn’t notice. He was more concerned with making sure he struck a pose.
With him sitting in such a position, the material of Eric’s shirt was sadly more than form fitting and she couldn’t take her eyes off one ‘shall I stay or shall I go’ button, half in and half out of its buttonhole. No wonder her mind had wandered.
“This is important.” He stared at each person in turn. “It’s the integrity of our community that’s at stake here.”
I could maybe just kick the chair legs now.
“Mimi, are you listening? I said, I’m sure you can do it.” He brought one hand down to stroke his tummy like an owner did to a favorite dog. “We have faith in your ability to do what’s right.”
We? Who the hell is we? Pompous ass. At least he’s not touching me.
“Just go and see the place and put in a report that it should be shut down.” He held out his spare hand toward her, across the table. Mimi ignored it. Clammy was an understatement. She never shook hands with him if she could help it. Their first meeting as a new member of staff and the headmaster had been enough. As soon as she’d pulled her hand away, Mimi had immediately wanted to go to the bathroom. How she’d resisted wiping her palm on her skirt she never knew. If he’d been headmaster when she’d been offered the job, she would have turned it down. However, he’d started at the same time as she did. As he had worked at another school nearby, as a deputy head, it was a step up for him, and Mimi was darned sure it had gone to his head.
Eric frowned, twitched his fingers and withdrew his arm to rest his hand over the one still caressing his midriff. God knew why he was so fond of it. It was mundane in the extreme.
“Why?” Mimi asked now. She should have known the slimy asshole had more than a cup of coffee on his mind when he’d asked her to meet him before the forum convened. She’d been wary of him and his ‘I am God’ attitude ever since she’d been introduced to him. With good reason, it seemed. Mindful of the fact he wasn’t called Octopus Eric without justification—those wandering hands were clammy—she had made her apologies and said no. Now maybe it would have been better to have met him, sat well out of arm’s length and told him what she thought of his idea and where to stick it. Instead he’d hit her with the request halfway through the meeting.
Was it really better to be forewarned and forearmed? Probably, though Mimi was surprised at the frisson of excitement that coursed through her. Not that she intended to show it to him, of all people. She suddenly realized she didn’t trust Eric as far as she could throw him. And she had a shit throwing arm.
“Why?” He actually harrumphed. Mimi hadn’t heard anyone under sixty make that sort of noise. “Well, it corrupts, and we don’t want such things going on around here.” His hectoring tone made someone titter and his cheeks reddened as he dropped his chair onto all four legs with a thump. “You don’t need to see it properly. Just go and check the door or something, then put in your report. You won’t be lying about having been there now, will you?” He looked around the room once more, as if daring anyone to contradict him. No one did, although Mimi decided several people seemed distinctly uncomfortable.
Unethical or what?
After 30 plus years in Scotland, Raven now lives near the east Yorkshire coast, with her long-suffering husband, who is used to rescuing the dinner, when she gets immersed in her writing, keeping her coffee pot warm and making sure the wine is chilled.
With a new home to decorate and a garden to plan, she’s never short of things to do, but writing is always at the top of her list.
Her other hobbies include walking along the coast and spotting the wildlife, reading, researching, cros stitch and trying not to drop stitches as she endeavours to knit.
Being left-handed, and knitting right-handed, that’s not always easy.
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Reviewed by The Jeep Diva
I loved this book! I loved that Mimi(Dominique to Alex) really didn’t know want to expect. Knowing she was afraid of any pain, I loved how Master Alex showed her it was a very different pain than...
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Reviewed by Wicked Reads
I liked that Mimi was innocent of the reality of BDSM, but also intelligent enough to know that what she had read was not necessarily what she would be exposed to at Diomhair. I loved her whole perso...
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