Today I’m thrilled to be hosting LC Davis for his hot book, Pendulum. It looks like a hot book and LC is doing a giveaway — watch for it at the bottom of the post!
Remus Black is still reeling from an abusive relationship that stripped him of everything — including his desire for love. Now all he wants is a fresh start halfway across the country, but his new roommate is determined to draw him into his strange world of chains, half-naked men and the infamous Lodge, a BDSM club as lavish as it is secretive.
When Remus is entered into the Lodge’s annual Alpha’s Pet contest against his will, he finds himself thrown to the Wolf Pack, the very type of men he needs to avoid. What’s worse is that the wolves immediately label him a submissive, something he swore he would never be again. Things get even stranger when “wolf” turns out to be far more literal than Remus ever imagined. When both the next-in-line for Alpha and his outcast brother claim Remus as their own, the entire pack is thrown into chaos.
Can Remus learn to embrace the power of submission and choose between the brothers before their rivalry tears the pack apart, or will the tension between them unravel his own sordid past?
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“Oh yeah,” said Arthur, suddenly shifting gears. He flattened the crumpled flier out on the table and leaned over it. “I saw this on the way over, some guy was passing them out at the LGBT center. Total hottie, and I’m talking eight-pack, hotter-than-John Rals hot.
“Hotter than him?” I asked with feigned disbelief. The Hollywood heartthrob had never really been my type. “I don’t know about that.”
“Seriously,” he said earnestly. “Check it out.” He stabbed the paper with his finger right over the line that read “$10,000 Cash Prize.”
The figure certainly drew my attention. I read further and my interest dimmed.
“The Lodge Presents the Annual Alpha’s Pet Contest
Only Hot Male Subs Ages 18-30 Need Apply
FRIDAY NIGHT ONLY
11 p.m. – -???
Winner receives access to the Alpha’s Dungeon, a photoshoot for Perfect Pets Magazine and the coveted diamond collar!”
“What is this?” I asked warily. “It sounds like a cheesy reality show.”
“It’s this contest the Alphas throw every year,” he explained. “The flier is super cheesy, but the club is totally legit.”
“Who are the Alphas?” I asked, rereading the flier for a trace of an explanation.
“Oh, right. Texas,” he said, as if that explained anything. “The Lodge is this super-exclusive BDSM club and it’s run by this super-secretive society of doms that call themselves the Wolf Pack. The dance floor and a couple of play rooms are open to the public every weekend, but the dungeon is members only.”
“I see,” I lied. My confusion must have been evident because Arthur gave me a knowing grin.
“You can’t be such an innocent farm boy that you’ve never even heard of a dungeon.”
“No,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. It was an embarrassing tick I’d never been able to kick. “I know what BDSM is, it’s just that most of the gay clubs in Austin are a bit more mainstream.”
“Well, that sucks. And here I thought it was supposed to be the gay oasis down there. Whatever, you’ll adapt quick. This place is like the campus obsession. Even women are always trying to crash events.”
“BDSM isn’t really my thing,” I admitted, taking a sip from my latte.
“Let me guess, too many shades of bullshit turned you off?” he teased.
I laughed. “No, nothing like that. My ex was just domineering enough for a lifetime, that’s all.”
“Ohh,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair. “I get ya. Dom doesn’t stand for domineering asshole, though. Some guys just don’t know the difference.”
“No,” I agreed. “They don’t. It sounds like fun, though. I hope you win the prize.”
“Me?” he asked, pointing to his chest with wide eyes. “Oh, no. I’m not entering.” He patted his stomach. “This doesn’t oil up well. Besides, they’re looking for a straight-up sub and I’m a switch. I’m sure as hell gonna enjoy the free drinks and eye candy, though.”
I pursed my lips in an attempt to hide my amusement. “Well, maybe the dogs will have a bear cub night soon.”
“Wolves, actually,” he corrected with a wistful sigh. “Everything is pack-themed. It’s crazy hot. The whole place looks like a big cave.”
“That does sound like something,” I conceded. “So, what happens to the winner? Do you have to, you know, get tied up and stuff?”
He thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know. You get a free membership, but every sub from here to northern Cali drools over the thought of getting some one-on-one time with the Alphas. I’m not sure anyone has ever tried to turn it down.”
“No,” I chuckled. “I’d imagine not.”
“Why?” His grin widened. “You thinking of entering after all?”
I shook my head vehemently and felt a blush creep into my cheeks. “No, just curious. Psych major, remember?”
“Sure,” he said in a disbelieving tone, standing from the table. “It’s a shame, you’d totally win if you entered. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab a drink. When I get back, you can tell me more about Texas.”
I smiled and nodded. That would give me some time to come up with my deflections. Then again, I was several thousand miles away from Austin. The chances of anything I told Arthur getting back to Jeff were close to nil.
The obnoxiously blue paper drew my eye and I glanced behind my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being watched before I picked it up. Ten-thousand dollars. That was a massive sum. It wasn’t nearly what I owed the university, but it might be enough of a down payment to convince them to release my transcripts…
No. That was insanity. Even if I stood a chance in frosty hell at winning their cheesy contest—which I didn’t, no matter what Arthur thought—victory would only put me at the mercy of the Wolves. All signs pointed to them being exactly the type of men I had promised myself I would stay away from.
About LC Davis:
L.C. Davis has been writing since he can remember. He started out jotting down tales about his imaginary friends in spiral notebooks and an old typewriter. Since then, he’s upgraded to a laptop but he still prefers the company of his characters to 3D people most of the time. As a transgender author, L.C. is dedicated to increasing trans visibility in the romance genre one supernatural tale at a time.
When he isn’t watching 90s sitcoms and Sci-Fi with his partner, you can find Lucien attempting to write while his two cats and fluffy lunkhead of a dog vie for his attention.
L.C. enjoys getting feedback from readers and can be contacted on Goodreads or at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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