Hi! We’re Heidi Belleau and Amelia C. Gormley, and we’re here to let you know that our kinky series The Professor’s Rule is coming to an end. The last two novelettes–Every Inch of the Way and To the Very Last Inch–are out now from Riptide Publishing, and to celebrate, we’re touring the web with a contest and a free bonus short. You’ll have to follow the whole tour to read the short in its entirety, but since every comment you make along the tour gets you an entry in our contest, there’s plenty of reasons to tag along.
If you haven’t yet heard of The Professor’s Rule, here’s a quick crash course (see what we did there?)
School is back in session.
When undergrad student James Sheridan set out to seduce his way into a better grade, he had no idea what he was signing on for. Professor Evander Carson wasn’t about to trade a good grade for sexual favors, but he was definitely willing to tutor his wayward pupil in far more than history.
By the end of their tumultuous relationship, James not only excelled academically, his sexual horizons had expanded to include pleasures—and agonies—the likes of which he’d never dreamed. But enough was more than enough, and James fled from his Professor, unsure of where his limits lay or if he had the wherewithal to set boundaries.
Two years later, a chance misdial puts James back in contact with his former instructor and brings all his old cravings back in force, leaving him yearning to kneel once again at his Professor’s feet. But James has a new life now, with new sexual and romantic prospects—most notably the charming menswear salesman Satish Malhotra. Still, the pull to return to Professor Carson is a powerful thing. Can James give in to it without giving up his newfound confidence and budding romance?
Today on the tour: part one of our free dirty bonus short, Every Inch an Exhibitionist. For links to the other parts of the story, make sure to check Riptide’s tour page. And be sure to stick around after the story for contest info!
Present Day — James and Satish
It’s still early days. Satish keeps trying to remind himself of this, but it’s hard to believe this incredible sense of being wrapped up in James might fade when the newness wears off. For now, he can’t get enough, and he likes to imagine he never will.
Accordingly, they spend a lot of their time in bed, but even two guys in their mid-twenties need to take a breather between bouts of sex. That’s where Satish is discovering his fascination with James goes beyond fucking. He’s never met anyone quite like James. With the problems James has had in the past, he doubts himself a lot, but he’s got a school-of-hard-knocks wisdom and intensity that Satish finds compelling. Especially when coupled with his sexual proclivities. Satish may not be kinky the way James is, but he can’t deny that James’s bent gives sex with him an edge he’s never experienced before. Even when he’s being tender with James, there’s something powerful about it. Maybe it’s the fact that tender isn’t James’s usual order. What they do is different. He and James share something James doesn’t share with anyone else.
Satish likes the fact that James has so many experiences he doesn’t. It’s like the best of both worlds. He can indulge his fascination with the harder side of sexuality as a viewer rather than a participant. He doesn’t want to do those things, but God, he loves hearing about them, loves imagining James doing them, and pumping James for new stories has become a favorite half-time activity when they’re in bed.
“So, tell me about those sex parties,” he prompts on this particular night after he’s caught his breath. James is obviously already gearing up for the next round; his hands roaming over Satish’s skin, steadily making their way south, are a dead giveaway.
James lifts his head, his eyebrows twitching upward. “What sex parties?”
“You mentioned once that you and Carson used to go to sex parties. I want to know what that’s all about. Was it all S&M stuff, or what? Was it a fancy, big secret-society thing, like that movie with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman?”
“Tom Cruise was in a movie about sex parties?” James’s eyebrows climb higher.
“Yeah, like twenty years ago. I think I saw it on premium cable at a friend’s house when I was just old enough to figure out what a boner was. It was boring as shit, mostly. Directed by that Kubrick guy.”
James chuckles and rubs his forehead, and the feeling of his touches changes. He goes from idly caressing to using just his fingertips, tracing slow, light patterns, evoking almost-ticklish shivers and goose bumps. Satish sighs softly and melts, losing the ability to make words for a little while.
“Well, since I haven’t seen it, I couldn’t make a comparison. What was it like?”
“Bunch of rich society people in tuxes in a huge mansion, wearing masks while they fuck. Ultra-secret, invite-only thing.”
James giggle-snorts. “Seriously?” Satish just shrugs helplessly in response, and James shakes his head. “Jesus, you gotta wonder who’s coming up with these ideas. I don’t know. Maybe people really do that sort of shit in New York or L.A., but they don’t here in Portland, that’s for sure.”
“So what do they do?”
“Well, that depends. Are you talking about a play party, or a sex party?”
“There’s a difference?”
“Yeah, there is.” James’s fingertips whisper across the twitchy skin of Satish’s groin, just inside his hip bones, and Satish gasps and arches, his cock beginning to fill again. “A play party usually refers to a BDSM party, where people go to meet with other kinky people and play in public. It doesn’t necessarily involve sex. A sex party is more vanilla, though sometimes kinky people might go. It can be an orgy, or a swinging thing, or whatever.”
“What sort of people go there?”
“Ordinary people. Seriously. There was nothing glamorous about it. It wasn’t a bunch of muscle-bound leathermen and gorgeous society couples taking a walk on the wild side. Some were middle-aged, some were overweight, very few of them could ever be described as beautiful if the criteria is Hollywood and model standards, and probably the only person there who I knew without a doubt had money was Carson. The rest were just . . . middle class, middle-of-the-road, working class, normal people. Who happened to be bent. They got together with other people who liked to do the same things and had fun.”
Satish isn’t sure whether he should be disappointed or charmed by this. On one hand, his fantasy of imagining James surrounded by people as gorgeous as Satish finds James to be has been punctured. On the other hand, suddenly everything he’s heard James talk about doing, everything he’s imagined James doing, feels much more real, much more human.
“Where do they go for those sorts of parties?”
“Usually?” James shrugs and smiles, his fingers going still. “Someone hosts it at his or her house. Which is just a normal, suburban house. A tract house with a few pieces of hand-made play furniture and some eyebolts in the wall. I once saw a host spend half the night trying to shampoo boot blacking off a white carpet because someone stepped off the plastic runners covering the floors. Usually there’s some sort of potluck, and a room where people just hang out and socialize. Sometimes Carson would instruct me to make a dessert or dish of some sort. If it’s a play party, the invitation sent to the invite list will say that no one is to display fetish wear or gear, or do any scene-related activity, outside the front door, because they don’t want the neighbours knowing they’re a part of the lifestyle. People can lose their jobs for being kinky. It can come back and bite them in the ass in custody disputes. Hell, cops have busted up play parties for lewd conduct and arrested people for ‘assault’ just for spanking a completely consenting partner.”
“You’re kinda blowing my mind here. And not in the turned-on way.” Satish grins ruefully. “It all sounds so . . . mundane. I always imagined it to be more . . . sexy-dangerous.”
“Oh, it was definitely still sexy. Once you got in the door. Though I have to admit a lot of that was because of Carson.”
“Oh?” Just then, James obviously decides he’s had enough teasing and Satish groans and loses his train of thought when those flirty fingers wrap around his dick and get down to business.
“Yeah.” James’s voice drops to a purr, and Satish lifts his hips into the stroking grasp of his fingers. “The first time we went, it was New Year’s Eve . . .”
About The Books
In Every Inch of the Way, Satish Malhotra is in over his head. What appeared to be the hookup of his dreams turned out to be another man’s kinky sex game, and thus ended his relationship with sweet, submissive James Sheridan before it’d hardly begun.
Or so he thought. Being used in someone else’s domination/submission play should have been a deal breaker, yet James—bruises, boyfriend, and all—is too compelling to let walk away. But James has needs Satish isn’t sure he can fulfill, and it seems his mysterious Professor isn’t willing to share.
Can Satish keep James happy in bed and in life, or will James be forced to choose between his dominant and his burgeoning vanilla romance with Satish?
In To the Very Last Inch . . . Just days after their scorching reunion, Professor Evander Carson has kicked his one-time pupil James Sheridan to the curb—and tried to sabotage James’s new relationship with Satish Malhotra. Something isn’t right here, but James isn’t sure he should bother trying to figure out what. Carson isn’t good for him and will never change. He needs to accept that and move on.
Satish knows something is up, too, but he thinks the relationship between Carson and James is worth saving. To do the right thing, Satish will have to make James and Carson confront the secrets they’ve hidden for years and help them to overcome the pain and mistrust they’ve caused.
But if Satish succeeds, where will that leave him and his intensifying romance with James? Will the three of them be able to find the right balance, or will James be forced to choose between the pain and submission he craves with Carson, and the sweet, vanilla stability he’s found with Satish?
About the Authors
Amelia C. Gormley may seem like anyone else. But the truth is she sings in the shower, dances doing laundry, and writes blisteringly hot m/m erotic romance while her son is at school. When she’s not writing in her Pacific Northwest home, Amelia single-handedly juggles her husband, her son, their home, and the obstacles of life by turning into an everyday superhero. And that, she supposes, is just like anyone else.
Her self-published novel-in-three-parts, Impulse (Inertia, Book One; Acceleration, Book Two; and Velocity, Book Three) can be found at most major online book retailers, and be sure to check Riptide for her latest releases, including her Highland historical, The Laird’s Forbidden Lover, the The Professor’s Rule series of erotic novelettes (co-written with Heidi Belleau), the post-apocalyptic romance, Strain, and her upcoming, New Adult contemporary, Saugatuck Summer, available for pre-order now.
Heidi Belleau was born and raised in small town New Brunswick, Canada. She now lives in the rugged oil-patch frontier of Northern BC with her husband, an Irish ex-pat whose long work hours in the trades leave her plenty of quiet time to write. She has a degree in history from Simon Fraser University with a concentration in British and Irish studies; much of her work centered on popular culture, oral folklore, and sexuality, but she was known to perplex her professors with papers on the historical roots of modern romance novel tropes. (Ask her about Highlanders!) Her writing reflects everything she loves: diverse casts of characters, a sense of history and place, equal parts witty and filthy dialogue, the occasional mythological twist, and most of all, love—in all its weird and wonderful forms. She also writes queer-flavoured M/F as Heloise Belleau.
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