Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams
Book Name: Endings and Beginnings
Series: Collars & Cuffs
This is the final book in the series, which should be read from Beginning to End. 😉 (See what we did there?)
Release Date: July 18, 2016
Pages or Words: 121,429
Categories: Contemporary, BDSM, Fiction, M/M Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
In all his relationships, Darren Fielding never found the level of intimacy he witnessed between Thomas Williams and his sub, Peter, the day of Peter’s “rebirth.” Not only that, he never realized such intimacy was possible. For two years, Thomas’s business card has been burning a hole in his wallet. When Darren’s lover moves on, maybe it’s finally time to see where that card takes him.
Collars & Cuffs’s new barman, JJ Taylor, is really conflicted right now. He went to the club with a very specific purpose, already convinced of what he’d find there. Except it’s not what he expected at all. He certainly didn’t anticipate finding himself drawn to the new wannabe Dom. Nor could he have guessed the direction that attraction would lead him.
Old love, new love, vows, pain, rage, moving in, moving on…. The members of Collars & Cuffs face an event that touches some of them deeply, but it will only reinforce what they already know: together they are stronger, and some bonds cannot be broken.
“Honey, I’m home.”
Alex laughed and came out of the kitchen to greet his husband. “We’ve talked about this, right? You do not walk into this apartment and talk to me like I’m the little wife.”
Leo kissed him soundly on the cheek. “Aw, but you’d look great in an apron, holding a glass of beer out for your weary, hard-working hubby.” He smirked. “And besides, no one in their right mind would call you little.”
Alex quirked his eyebrows. “One, you don’t drink beer, which is why there’s a glass of chilled chardonnay on the living room table, waiting for you. Two, excuse me—weary? Hard-working? You’ve been standing around in leather chaps and a harness, watching while guys do all manner of things to each other, which probably included a lot of fucking, because, hey, it’s Saturday night, right?”
Leo sighed happily. “What can I say? I love my job.”
A typical day in JJ’s life.
My alarm goes off, buzzing way too loudly in the tiny room I’m living in. I reach out blindly, hoping to get it switched off, but realize I moved it to the other side of the place so I’d have to get out of bed. I groan and slip from under the warm covers, trudge across the room, and switch the clock off.
I give myself a morning scratch, then wash my hands before I start my first cup of tea for the morning. Today’s the day. I’ve been hired as the newest barman at Collars & Cuffs, a gay BDSM club on Canal Street. With everything I know, it’s sure as hell not somewhere I ever thought I’d be working, but if I expect to learn the truth, to make these men pay for what they’ve done, I need to make that good impression until I’ve learned everything I need to know.
I open my bag up and pull out the news clippings. Tracing my fingers over the picture, I renew my vow. “These men, the ones who destroyed you, are going to learn that they’re not going to get away with it. They led you down this dark path, and now you’ve got to suffer for their crimes. I won’t have it. I promise I’ll make this right.”
I slip the picture back into the bag, then pull out my new uniform. Crisp white shirt, black vest, black trousers. I should count my blessings that they don’t have me working in the nude. Bunch of damn degenerates.
Then I remember Ben interviewing me. His smile, his attitude. And how he lit up when Scott walked in to bring him something he’d written. Ben had pulled him close, and Scott molded up against his body, smiling wide. When Ben tucked a knuckle under Scott’s chin and lifted it for a kiss, I gasped. Ben turned around and excused himself, and Scott turned the most interesting shade of red.
But I can’t get the image of the two of them out of my head. Why? They’re sick. Aren’t they? Is there something I’ve missed here? Some connection I can’t see, but I can feel?
What do I do when I’m no longer sure of why I’m here in the first place?
Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….
Good day! We are the voices that live inside Will’s head. The ones who whisper to him constantly, beckoning him to speak of our adventures, to tell of our love, and perhaps, if we’re in a mood, kill a person or two.
We guide his hand as he tells our tales where love is the most powerful force, but must be worked for, molded, and finally, embraced. There can be no shortcuts or substitutions on the path to a happily ever after.
We hope you will join with us as Will fulfills his obligation to ensure our stories are told and, we hope, enjoyed.