Dancing on the Edge

Dancing on the Edge

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by L.M. Somerton
     
 

Life is a dance. Whether you lead or follow, the passion of it should sweep you away.

Carey and Alistair have the kind of relationship that is the envy of their friends. Carey is an old-fashioned Dom who appreciates quiet obedience. Alistair is a sub who is comfortable in his skin and finds peace in his submission. Needless to say, their happiness

Overview

Life is a dance. Whether you lead or follow, the passion of it should sweep you away.

Carey and Alistair have the kind of relationship that is the envy of their friends. Carey is an old-fashioned Dom who appreciates quiet obedience. Alistair is a sub who is comfortable in his skin and finds peace in his submission. Needless to say, their happiness is too good to last.

When Alistair's powerful father chooses his reputation over his son, all hell is let loose. Forcibly committed to a clinic for reversion therapy, Alistair can only hope that his lover will save him.

Carey calls on his friends from The Edge and they band together not just to rescue Alistair but also to protect his future. They've all flirted with danger in the past—but friendship is worth any risk. As the tension mounts and the stakes get higher, new bonds are forged but will Carey and Alistair's love survive?

Reader Advisory: This book contains the use of restraints, the pushing of boundaries and edging, kidnap, forceful imprisonment and forms of visual torture along with scenes of prolonged physical torture. It also contains characters with extreme prejudiced views. This book is best read in sequence as part of the series.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781781844472
Publisher:
Totally Bound Publishing
Publication date:
09/13/2013
Series:
Tales from the Edge , #3
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
112
Sales rank:
174,859
File size:
243 KB
Age Range:
18 Years

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<block quote=""></block>Alistair let the pounding beat of the music soak into his body. The deep thrum of the bass reverberated through his feet, up his spine and into his brain. He moved instinctively, twisting his hips and swaying, lost to the euphoria of the dance. The Underground's dance floor wasn't big, as if it had been deliberately designed to bring overheated bodies closer together. Alistair liked to be in the centre of the press of writhing flesh because there he could be anonymous. Nobody would notice that he was dancing alone. Occasionally someone would slide a sweaty arm around his waist or press a hard cock against his arse-he could just slip free and disappear into the crowd. No offence given and none taken.

It wasn't often that he had the freedom to really let go, but it was his night off and he was determined to enjoy himself. It was so stifling that for a moment he wished he were still wearing the short leather kilt that formed The Underground's skimpy staff uniform. The black PVC trousers he had on were ludicrously hot. Perspiration ran down his bare back and chest and his hair was soaked. It was time for a long, cool drink and he really needed to towel off.

Alistair made his way gradually to the edge of the dance floor. It took a while-the music was intoxicating and hard to withdraw from. He hovered on the periphery for a while, still dancing but aware now of what was going on in the wider room. The stage was empty apart from two men who were manhandling a large wooden cross into its centre, cursing and swearing at the weight of the thing. Alistair knew that some eager sub would be chained to it later, enjoying the kiss of the whip.

Many of the tables that circled the dance floor were occupied. Alistair knew all of the regulars by name and recognised quite a few of the less frequent visitors. A team of waiters, unashamedly employed for their looks and desire to please, attended the tables. On six nights out of seven he was one of them and enjoyed being part of the team. They were well paid and, though subservience was required, they had no other obligation to the clientele. The members were well aware of the rules and kept their hands to themselves, but it was perfectly proper to ask a server if he would be available to play when he got off his shift. Most of the boys Alistair knew were more than willing. For an unattached sub, The Underground was safe. It also attracted dominant men who were committed enough to the lifestyle to pay the exorbitant fees. For those that wanted them, there were plenty of opportunities to test compatibility or just to find someone happy to deliver a sound spanking with no strings.

Alistair had taken advantage of his position many times. He was slim, blond and pretty-all attributes that appealed to a large proportion of the members. He never had a problem finding a Dom for an evening of fun and games that they would both enjoy. It helped that he adored having his arse paddled until it glowed and if he was tied up while it happened, so much the better. He scanned the room catching several interested glances, but Alistair was only looking for one man. The man who was always present, whomever Alistair played with. The only man he had ever allowed to fuck him. It was dark and crowded-spotlights blinded him as he peered up at the gallery, his stomach knotted with anxiety. Where was he?

Bodies between Alistair and the bar moved apart and there he was-Carey Hoffman-and he was looking directly at Alistair, a slight smile curving his lips. Alistair relaxed as soon as he locked gazes with the darkly handsome man. Carey was his anchor in a bewildering world and there was no way Alistair would have walked across the club alone unless he knew Carey was watching. He began to move, careful not to brush against anyone or make eye contact. He didn't like rejecting people, but he wasn't wearing a collar and that made him fair game. He made it three paces before a huge, leather-clad guy loomed over him with a leer.

"Well, pretty boy, what are you doing here all alone?"

Alistair looked up and took in the extensive tattoos that covered his new friend's heavily muscled arms, then the thick neck and shaved head.

"I… I'm not…"

Alistair flinched as the stranger took his arm, gripping his biceps tightly. "Don't be scared, little one, we can have a good time together." He tugged Alistair towards the tables.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I'm not available tonight," Alistair finally managed to get out.

"Or any night," Carey said as he appeared next to him and stroked his hair. "This one's taken, Frank." The big guy looked disappointed, but he smiled, revealing a dimple that was completely incongruous.

"S'all right, Carey. Haven't been in for a while-didn't realise." Frank released Alistair's arm and stepped back.

"Not a problem. In fact I think Toby over there might suit you." Carey gestured towards a server with dark hair and a cheeky grin.

Frank grinned right back. "Pretty. Is he interested, Carey?"

Carey crooked a finger at Toby and the slight waiter came scuttling over with undignified speed.

"Oh, I think you might say that."

Toby bounced on the spot, his dark brown eyes glinting. He looked like a puppy that had just been given the best treat ever. He disappeared with a squeak as Frank wrapped a beefy, decorated arm around his shoulders.

Meet the Author

Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

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Dancing on the Edge 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
MrsConditReadsBooks 10 days ago
David is a Mennonite farmer who has lived his life as he was expected to do. The son of a stern father he inherited the farm when he was 18 years old and his father died suddenly. He married Susan and fathered two children, Joe and Amy, who are now in college. When Susan died three years ago David continued doing what he had always done, but alone and lonely. He didn’t even realize how unfulfilling his life had become and how broken he was because of it. He just continued every day, every week, every month, every year, keeping on keeping on. Until Christie came into his life. Christie is a New York graphic designer, a gay man who loves going to clubs with his friends on weekends. When his best friend and roommate Kyle falls in love with and marries Billy Christy realizes how unsatisfactory his life really is and how much he wants a relationship with someone he loves and who loves him in return. Hookups and anonymous sex just don’t do it for him anymore. When his aunt dies and leaves him a small farm he goes there to look over the property with the intention of selling it. Until he meets his neighbor. David has leased some of the land that is now Christie’s so he goes over to meet Christie and see if this is an arrangement he wants to continue. Kitchen accidents that burn a batch of cookies at Christie’s house and a TV dinner at David’s lead them to a plan to share groceries and for Christie, who loves to cook, to prepare occasional meals for both of them. It’s a plan of convenience. Until it develops into something more. David is a man on the Kinsey scale (which he has never heard of). He has always had an interest in men but hid it from everyone because his family and church declared it a sin. When he begins to have feelings for Christie those interests begin to make themselves known and he realizes that in order to be happy he needs to acknowledge who he is, even if it’s in secret. Christie is as gay as a rainbow banner but he is willing to allow David to find himself. It scares Christie because he’s afraid that any minute David will dive back into his closeted life and leave Christie heartbroken. This is the story of two mature men – David is 41 and Christie is 30 – as they discover what each really wants in life and have to decide what part the other will play in it. David’s children, his farm, and his church are strong barriers to finding their HEA and he knows he is going to have to give up something that means a lot to him in order to be with Christie. Eli Easton writes the angst this causes David and Christie in a heart wringing manner that culminates in tragedy that opens everyone’s eyes. The main characters and the secondary characters are so well written you feel like you actually know these people and will miss them when the story ends. This is the first in a new series, Men of Lancaster County, and I’m eager to see who is featured next and where the series takes us. Eli Easton remains one of my favorite authors and this book is a beautiful example of why.
AGoodell More than 1 year ago
Carey and Alistair have been the couple in the background for the last couple of books. But we never really got a feel for them or the relationship except Alistair liked to be ‘bratty’ around Carey and then be punished. We don’t get a lot of alone time with these two, so hard to say if they had chemistry. But the group as a whole still works well together, for the most part. In this one, we really got to see the dynamic of the relationship, how it was working and not working. Once again to Olly’s interference, for the good this time. Things turn a corner for the better and are really starting to look up. Until disaster hits, of course. These poor subs, none of them can catch a break. We get some new charaters that blend in nicely with the old cast and reappearance of an old friend, Dave Becket. Who helps out the team get Alistair back from the mad doctor and his evil father. We see how Aiden can put his mad skills to use and and how even the ‘normal’ club members and staff will pull together and help. I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review by Crystals Many reviews
InkedRainbowReads More than 1 year ago
I was given this book for an honest review by Inked Rainbow Reads. This book has some abusive &quot;therapy&quot; - if that type of thing bother's you, do not read. Carey and Alistair are a great pair. Despite their age difference, they are exactly what each other needs. I love Alistair's confidence. It makes him a very likable character. So often the subs are unsure, timid and almost whiny - Alistair is SO not like that and I loved it! Despite his background, he found a world where he was comfortable, safe and honored. When he is faced with unspeakable torment at the hands of his father, his inner confidence shows through with the power to fight back. I love Carey's protectiveness. Despite having some reservations about Alistair's age, Carey realizes that love really knows no age. He accepts Alistair's submission with such grace and love - it's hard not to want such a happy ending for these two. When trouble brews, Carey calls in all his favors, because he knows he's found something special in Alistair and he wasn't willing to give it up. The twists in this story kept me on my toes. I loved Alana. She was a fantastic character - I would love to read a book on her! It also really pains me that there are &quot;facilities&quot; like the one described in this book. It made me want to throw up thinking about people being subjected to such hate. Overall, this is a great story of love, honor and the will to be yourself. AvidReader
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
2 more intriguing and different characters with a whole new drama in the 3rd book of the series. Just fun reading. I'm glad there's another book and hope for more to follow after that one!