You do know I love my hot cops right? I have been writing a lot about BDSM and kink clubs over the past two years or so. I think there’s something exciting about them – just the concept and being so uninhibited. Then you mix a terrible crime, a crime boss and a hot detective or two and you have magic. What about if you place them smack in the middle of on sinful city? Then you truly have a combustible combination. That’s what I hope I have in my upcoming all m/m collection about one sizzling club, one hot city and a series of brutal crimes. Enjoy a first taste of…
SIN CITY – DECEPTION
Sin City. The mere two words made him salivate. Taynen Salinger was pleased and his
nod to the nearly naked bartender was the only thing that would ever show his approval to any of the staff. Known as a tough taskmaster as well as an extreme sadist, he certainly didn’t show any emotion when it came to business. Nor did he with any of his selected lovers. Pain was his method of control. Extreme pain. The revered location had been around long enough he’d garnered very special clients, those with influence. He exhaled slowly as he studied the mixed crowd. The male only club was filled with beautiful and not so attractive men and they all wanted the same thing. Perversion.
The club had been his brainchild a few years before and by word of mouth only his business had grown to a level of important in Las Vegas. Men begged to for an invitation.
“Will there be anything else, Sir?” the young man asked, his voice filling with trepidation.
“Not at this time, but perhaps later. You will be available if I need,” Taynen stated without looking at him.
“Yes, sir. Of course sir. I’m here for your needs.”
Yes, the boy would be no matter what he asked. Taynen wasn’t discriminate in his tastes. He enjoyed all flavors of men. Tonight he would partake in some of the darkness his club had to offer. It had been far too long since he’d taken a playmate, a creature to torture and fuck.
Scanning the main salon for any nuisance players, he wrapped his hand around the 
snifter of cognac before turning his gaze toward the young man behind the bar. Taynen could smell fear; something the boy would have to lose soon enough or be devoured in the dark acts the club provided. Anonymity might be the main objective, but heightened and very dark aspects of BDSM were the single yet insidious need his wealthy clients desired. And he made certain they had everything they hungered for.
The sound of screams filtering throughout the private gated rooms was nothing new. Yet tonight he growled his appreciation, his cock twitching. The intensity of the pain being inflicted was absolutely top notch and sought after by politicians, actors and men of wealth on a regular basis. They all wanted what only he could supply. There was nothing quite like hearing the spectacular anguish a man would allow, conflicted emotions a sensational dichotomy. He licked the rim of his glass and studied the members in the room.
By invitation only, the few who were allowed membership in his esteemed club paid well for their personal proclivities. The notion was something he held in his memory bank. Many of his revered clients allowed him certain privileges. Taynen used his connections wisely.
“Make sure and take care of the table in the corner. They are very special clients,” Taynen said as he shook his head. The man holding court was an asshole, but someone of great importance in the world of films. They’d sparred enough times until both men had simply acknowledged they would merely play in the same field. Drew Michaels was many things, including his ex lover. Tonight the man was merely cash flow, bringing a posse of men into the club.
“Yes, sir. Anything you want, sir I’m here to provide.”
Taynen gave the boy a look and spoke as he was walking away. “Yes, you are.” He moved toward the group of men, all obviously feeling no pain. While he had some rules about alcohol consumption, none of the men were signed up for engaging in any brutal activities. Within three long strides he was at the table. Placing each hand on the two closest chairs, he locked eyes with every man at the table. They felt his power. There was no doubt.
“Gentlemen. Welcome to Sin City. This is my baby, a place where anything goes. For a price. I have only a few rules but you will follow them precisely or be thrown out. With the exception of one, you are all on a guest pass. If you like what you experience you can certainly apply for a regular membership but I assure you, we only take the highest quality of men.”
“What the hell?”
Taynen heard the voice from the end of the table and slowly turned his gaze. “What I offer isn’t allowed in most countries. What I can give you is freedom from all your inhibitions. What Sin City offers is a place of anonymity where you can explore your 
dark sides. For that we expect total alliance and we will check out your background. If you’re a deadbeat, a flake, a loser or a gambler, we will find out and you will no longer be admitted. We cater to the finer side of kink and expect decency and secrecy from our members. In other words. You will obey our rules. That’s simple enough.”
The single man clapping drew Taynen’s attention. Of course Drew had heard the speal before. He knew more than most men what being a part of Sin City could and would mean. His former lover had gone to levels few men had, enduring cycles of pain he’d begged for, something Taynen had been reluctant to give. Drew was a true masochist, a man longing for a harsh Dom. And Taynen had given him exactly what Drew had whispered and asked for. “Yes. You understand old friend.”
Drew pushed back his chair and rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving Taynen. “
Old friend. Yes. I suppose that’s about right.”
They remained quiet until Drew closed the distance. “What brings you here?” Taynen asked as he shook Drew’s hand.
“Need. The same need. You know what I have to have,” Drew said under his breath.
“And your friends?” Taynen darted a glance at what appeared to be men who had no clue what they were getting into.
Shrugging, Drew shot the group a look and kept his voice low. ‘In truth enemies. Ones I would prefer to keep busy. If you know what I mean.”
SYNOPSIS
What sins of the flesh do you hunger for and exactly what would you offer in order for a taste?
For entrepreneur Taynen Salinger, Sin City meant more than simply paying homage to the sizzling desert town. The highly respected and equally selective firm, catering to men who lived vicariously every day, had made him a millionaire. A tough taskmaster, anonymity was the name of the game in a town where mistakes could prove to be deadly. Providing everything from well-coiffed escorts for premier events to the kinkiest of fantasies, only the amount of monies spent held any inhibition. His employees were hand picked and specially trained in the areas of art and music, politics and finance, fine dining and wine – as well as the black arts of BDSM.
For the men of distinction, protecting a town ridden with questionable politics, crime-ridden streets and difficult financial times, Sin City was more than just a respite. Only Taynan’s carefully selected men seemed to soothe the savage beasts dwelling inside his clients. For some of his customers, understanding the ramifications of certain decisions made had proven to be costly, yet the men came back for more. However, in a town where everything is on the menu for a loaded price, what happens within the hallowed city limits must stay locked inside Pandora’s Box. Or else…
DECEPTION
For Cody Wallace, life as an undercover DEA agent had garnered him respect, but he was weary from enduring the seedy life on the ugly streets of Las Vegas. His last case had taken him deep inside a family of drug lords for almost two years. Battle weary and hungry for companionship, finding a lover who could tolerate his arrogance and desire for the darker side of sex had proven to be next to impossible. A secret recommendation had brought him to Sin City and he was instantly taken with the owner’s personal selection. After all, the man personified dark and dangerous.
Ruger Collins was an ex-Green Beret and was well versed in methods of torture. Known as the toughest of the Sin City men, he specialized in providing aspects of perceived peril for those craving a moment of euphoria. Few could handle his raw brutality and fewer still came back for more. Cody was the exception. Embarking on a steamy adventure, their time together was cut short when Cody was called back into service. After a series of mistakes proved to be costly for Cody, he was forced to trust Ruger with his life. Drawn into a world of pure evil, the art of deception managed to keep them both alive – that is until one man unraveled the secret and the threat became real.
I so hope you enjoyed…
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Cassandre
Passion with a Dark and Dangerous Twist 