Release Blitz~ TOUCH by Cara Dee

 


A touch can take many forms. It can be hard, soft, cold, hot, pleasurable, sadistic…much like kink. In Touch, several kinks take their turn in the spotlight, exhibited by men and women trying to find their way in life.

Meet Nicholas Ford, club owner and Dominant, and explore the world of Daddy Doms and Littles when he meets Kayla, a little submissive he’s inexplicably drawn to but isn’t allowed to touch. Mark Cooper works the bar in his friend’s fetish club, and one night he gets the challenge he’s been waiting for served up on a mouthwatering platter. He’s to introduce newbies Brayden and Evangeline to BDSM, quickly discovering they’re both submissive—quickly getting himself attached, too. Only a couple issues: he’s a tad emotionally jaded from his recent divorce, and Brayden struggles with his sexuality.

Rio Kelly all but abandoned the lifestyle when a brief encounter with a runaway girl changed everything. Ten years later, he sees Chelsea again, and the high-protocol sub is looking for a strict Owner. While navigating unchartered waters with a Master who’s grown cynical and resigned, Chelsea befriends Dylan, a young guy going through his own relationship problems. Dylan’s Daddy Dom isn’t like most others. Cade Kingsley is rough around the edges but wears his heart on his sleeve. Together with Dylan and Gabriella, they try to patch something together that’s just for them. By any means necessary, a few kinky hearts need to be mended.

Touch originally consisted of six novellas and novels. Look but Don’t Touch, Twice the Touch, A Touch to Surrender, A Touch of Trouble, Comforting Touch, and Touching Ink have now been reworked and prettied up for the relaunch, but not without some brand spankin’ new material. Along with the original stories, a dozen outtakes, future takes, and epilogue have been added, including demos, a new novella, and more kinky fun.

 

All to make the complete Touch your not-so-little black book of kink.

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Nicholas from Look but Don’t Touch
The girl turns in my direction, smiles shyly, and gives me a small curtsy. “Thank you for the drink, Sir.”
“You’re very welcome.” I incline my head and smile. Happy and bubbly have been replaced by demure and coy, and I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t attracted to her. As long as I’m only looking…
“Um.” She fidgets with her glass. “Are you here alone?”
“I am.” It’s technically true.
“Oh.” Her head bobs in a small nod, eyes focused on her drink. “I see.”
Leaning closer, I ask, “Hasn’t Daddy told you not to speak to strangers, little one?”
“I’m here alone, too. I have no rules.” She meets my gaze and juts out her chin. How cute. I think this one has a stubborn streak in her. That makes me yearn even more. “There aren’t only couples here, you know.”
“I’m aware,” I concede with a laugh. Of course unattached people come here. “You’re a sassy one, aren’t you?” And she doesn’t have a Daddy to take care of her or keep her in line? Christ.
“Shit, sorry.” In the faint glow of the spotlights behind the bar, her cheeks flush scarlet. She looks down again and shuffles her feet. “The Daddy I had in Texas told me I was a brat sometimes. I’m really sorry, Sir.”
When she once again meets my gaze, it feels like she could make Bambi look evil. Because this girl’s doe eyes have to be the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen. I also realize she has to be very young. Age difference has never bothered me, but I’ve never had a Little Girl more than five or six years younger than I.
“No reason to apologize, sweet girl. I happen to enjoy brats.” Taking a step closer, I set down my drink and silently ask for her hand. She offers it straightaway, and I hold it in both of mine. “I’m Nicholas Ford.”
Her eyes grow wide. “K-Kayla Brandon,” she stutters. “Did you—I mean…Nicholas Ford, as in—this is your c-club?”
I nod, a bit amused to see her so flustered. “That’s correct.”

I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

 

 

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