Every Inch An Exhibitionist – Part 2 – Blog Tour and Giveaway

Hi! We’re Heidi Belleau and Amelia C. Gormley, and we’re here to let you know that our kinky series The Professor’s Rule is coming to an end. The last two novelettes–Every Inch of the Way and To the Very Last Inch–are out now from Riptide Publishing, and to celebrate, we’re touring the web with a contest and a free bonus short. You’ll have to follow the whole tour to read the short in its entirety, but since every comment you make along the tour gets you an entry in our contest, there’s plenty of reasons to tag along.


If you haven’t yet heard of The Professor’s Rule, here’s a quick crash course (see what we did there?)

School is back in session.

When undergrad student James Sheridan set out to seduce his way into a better grade, he had no idea what he was signing on for. Professor Evander Carson wasn’t about to trade a good grade for sexual favors, but he was definitely willing to tutor his wayward pupil in far more than history.

By the end of their tumultuous relationship, James not only excelled academically, his sexual horizons had expanded to include pleasures—and agonies—the likes of which he’d never dreamed. But enough was more than enough, and James fled from his Professor, unsure of where his limits lay or if he had the wherewithal to set boundaries.

Two years later, a chance misdial puts James back in contact with his former instructor and brings all his old cravings back in force, leaving him yearning to kneel once again at his Professor’s feet. But James has a new life now, with new sexual and romantic prospects—most notably the charming menswear salesman Satish Malhotra. Still, the pull to return to Professor Carson is a powerful thing. Can James give in to it without giving up his newfound confidence and budding romance?

The complete collection is on sale now for 40% off, and if you’d like to try before you buy, Giving an Inch (The Professor’s Rule #1) is free wherever ebooks are sold!

Today on the tour: part two of our free dirty bonus short, Every Inch an Exhibitionist. For links to the other parts of the story, make sure to check Riptide’s tour page. And be sure to stick around after the story for contest info!

Every Inch An Exhibitionist – Part 2

Almost Five Years Earlier — James and Carson 

James isn’t sure what he expected, but it isn’t this. It could be just any old New Year’s Eve party in the two-story suburban rowhouse, except that there’s a sign taped to the bottom of the banister indicating that upstairs is the orgy room. With Carson’s permission–and under the condition that James will bring him a soda when he returns–James gives himself a walking tour while Carson chats with their host. The kitchen is stacked with potluck goodies, the living room has people gathered around with drinks, hanging out while various classic X-rated films play. Right now, it’s Caligula, and he’s still trying to reconcile himself with the notion that Malcolm McDowell and Peter O’Toole starred in a high-end porn film, complete with peen, full-on intercourse, and cum shots. James could deal with a lot less tit and a lot more cock, but some of the ginormous dildos and phallic furniture are amusing.

Upstairs are two bedrooms–one of which is being used as a coat-room–if your definition of putting your coat away is to throw it in a heap on a bed–and then a long- slope-ceilinged dormer which is strewn with stools, sofas, and bean-bags. This is the orgy room, and James actually has to work himself up to peering in. His last experience of sex with more than one other person present was when his dealer decided to whore James out to his friends, and that was less than pleasant. Enough so that it has put a damper on what used to be some pretty hot exhibitionism fantasies.

He hasn’t told Carson this. As far as Carson knows, James is A-OK with being here. Not that he would have refused to come, but Carson becomes highly solicitous at even the slightest hint that James isn’t okay with something. James is afraid if he lets on that he is a little nervous, it will spoil whatever good time Carson has planned for tonight–and James knows he can always count on Carson to show him a good time.

So far, at least. He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Carson to turn out not to be the absolutely amazing–what? Boyfriend? Lover? Dom?–he seems at first (and second, and third, and twelfth) glance.

Carson has assured James that he won’t be expected to do anything he doesn’t want to do here tonight. While Carson is clearly in control–as evidenced by the stainless steel contraption currently encasing James’s cock, making his semi highly uncomfortable–they won’t be doing a scene tonight. The party is vanilla, to the point where there is even a BYOB selection in the kitchen.

Despite the assurances, it takes James a while to finally look at what is going on in the orgy room. It’s dimly lit, so there isn’t much to see. More hints of male and female bodies writhing and rolling around than an actual tableau. Oh, but the soundtrack is there, though, and it sounds good enough that the cock cage becomes considerably more restrictive. Just like that, his misgivings are gone. There’s nothing about this scene that reminds him of the way his dealer had crudely passed him around. Everyone is there willingly, joyfully, intent on ringing in the New Year with a different kind of kiss.

Suddenly James feels like a wallflower. Like he’s out in the cold while everyone else is enjoying the dance. The urge to be part of these people taking such clean, unabashed enjoyment in their left-of-mainstream pleasures is like an ache in his gut. He wants to be one of them, and if someone approached him, he’d take them up on any offer they made in a heartbeat, but he doesn’t know how to take that step himself.

With one last yearning glance at the orgy room, he goes back downstairs to get Carson his soda.

Carson is just wrapping up his conversation with the host when James makes his way to Carson’s side. “What did you think, my sweet?” he asks, raising his glass in appreciation of the soda.

James shrugs, feeling bashful about that longing deep down in his gut when he thinks about the activity upstairs. He can’t bring himself to say anything about it. What would Carson think of him, if James told him he wants to get laid here and he doesn’t really care by whom, as long as his voice accompanies the symphony of moans and grunts and slapping skin upstairs?

“It’s . . . interesting.” There. That’s nice and noncommittal. But now Carson is looking at him, studying James as if he might suss out what James isn’t saying. James tries to keep his demeanor from giving away that he’s not giving something away. He can’t avoid Carson’s eyes; that’s too telling. Carson intuits a bit too much at times, getting better and better at it the longer the two of them are together, and it makes James feel exposed. Vulnerable. Weird, that Carson can beat him black and blue and it doesn’t make James feel weak, but that searching gaze, that instinctive knowledge of what James is feeling or wanting, that’s something else. He can’t handle that.

Carson’s fingers lift James’s chin, forcing more intent eye contact. “Should I take you home?”

“What?” James’s brow furrows, and he realizes that Carson thinks he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s uncomfortable. Which, fair enough, he was doing earlier. But now he’s hiding something else entirely. “No, I don’t need to go home. I’m fine.” He can say that sincerely, at least.

Carson smiles, looking satisfied. “Ah. Then it’s interest you’re masking, rather than discomfort.”

James curses himself. He walked into that one, hurrying to reassure Carson that he didn’t want to leave revealed that what he was trying to hide lay in the opposite direction. Damn, but Carson is way too good at reading his mind.

“Don’t do that,” James mutters, his mouth tightening as he fights to tamp down a surge of resentment. He jerks his chin away from the pressure of Carson’s fingers.

Just like that, Carson’s amusement fades. “What, James? Tell me what is bothering you.”

“You. Acting like you know everything about me. Maybe if I’m not saying something, it’s because it’s something I want to keep private.”

James is prepared for an argument, but something flickers in Carson’s eyes that looks almost like sadness. He smiles, but it’s wistful. “Why should you wish to keep your desires a secret from me, my sweet?”

That’s a good question. And one James doesn’t really have an answer for. The better Carson gets at reading him, the harder James works to be less transparent, but why? It’s not like he holds anything back physically. In just a month and a half, he’s had Carson’s cock in both ends more times than he can count. He’s let Carson tie him to a cross and whip him until he sobs. But he can’t seem to let Carson have the same free rein with his mind and emotions as he has with James’s body.

James shrugs, looking away. “When I want you to know, I’ll tell you.”

“But you don’t.” Carson sighs and steps closer, his hands sliding down James’s arms, inviting him to move into an embrace. “James, it’s my job to know your desires, and to know what troubles you. My responsibility, and my privilege. I can’t do that, though, if you fight me when I try to understand you. I need to be able to trust that I’m giving you what you need, and that I’m not pushing you past your limits. Do you understand?”

No, not really–or at least, he understands in theory but not in practice as it applies to this situation–but Carson seems so earnest, like what he’s telling James is critically important. James suddenly feels like a failure for holding out on Carson; which, perversely, makes him draw back even further. He smiles, though, to mask the reaction. “Yeah, I get it. Sorry.”

Carson doesn’t seem convinced, but James just blinks ingenuously until Carson lets it go.

“Very well. If you need to talk about this further at some point, we will.” The hands on James’s arms become less inviting and more compelling, pushing James back against the banister of the stairs. “Now, my sweet, tell me what you saw that you liked.”


About Every Inch of the Way and To the Very Last Inch

In Every Inch of the Way, Satish Malhotra is in over his head. What appeared to be the hookup of his dreams turned out to be another man’s kinky sex game, and thus ended his relationship with sweet, submissive James Sheridan before it’d hardly begun.

Or so he thought. Being used in someone else’s domination/submission play should have been a deal breaker, yet James—bruises, boyfriend, and all—is too compelling to let walk away. But James has needs Satish isn’t sure he can fulfill, and it seems his mysterious Professor isn’t willing to share.

Can Satish keep James happy in bed and in life, or will James be forced to choose between his dominant and his burgeoning vanilla romance with Satish?

In To the Very Last Inch . . . Just days after their scorching reunion, Professor Evander Carson has kicked his one-time pupil James Sheridan to the curb—and tried to sabotage James’s new relationship with Satish Malhotra. Something isn’t right here, but James isn’t sure he should bother trying to figure out what. Carson isn’t good for him and will never change. He needs to accept that and move on.

Satish knows something is up, too, but he thinks the relationship between Carson and James is worth saving. To do the right thing, Satish will have to make James and Carson confront the secrets they’ve hidden for years and help them to overcome the pain and mistrust they’ve caused.

But if Satish succeeds, where will that leave him and his intensifying romance with James? Will the three of them be able to find the right balance, or will James be forced to choose between the pain and submission he craves with Carson, and the sweet, vanilla stability he’s found with Satish?

About the Authors

Amelia C. Gormley may seem like anyone else. But the truth is she sings in the shower, dances doing laundry, and writes blisteringly hot m/m erotic romance while her son is at school. When she’s not writing in her Pacific Northwest home, Amelia single-handedly juggles her husband, her son, their home, and the obstacles of life by turning into an everyday superhero. And that, she supposes, is just like anyone else.

Her self-published novel-in-three-parts, Impulse (Inertia, Book One; Acceleration, Book Two; and Velocity, Book Three) can be found at most major online book retailers, and be sure to check Riptide for her latest releases, including her Highland historical, The Laird’s Forbidden Lover, the The Professor’s Rule series of erotic novelettes (co-written with Heidi Belleau), the post-apocalyptic romance, Strain, and her upcoming, New Adult contemporary, Saugatuck Summer, available for pre-order now.

You can contact Amelia on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, BookLikes, Tumblr, or contact her by email using the form athttp://ameliacgormley.com/

Heidi Belleau was born and raised in small town New Brunswick, Canada. She now lives in the rugged oil-patch frontier of Northern BC with her husband, an Irish ex-pat whose long work hours in the trades leave her plenty of quiet time to write. She has a degree in history from Simon Fraser University with a concentration in British and Irish studies; much of her work centered on popular culture, oral folklore, and sexuality, but she was known to perplex her professors with papers on the historical roots of modern romance novel tropes. (Ask her about Highlanders!) Her writing reflects everything she loves: diverse casts of characters, a sense of history and place, equal parts witty and filthy dialogue, the occasional mythological twist, and most of all, love—in all its weird and wonderful forms. She also writes queer-flavoured M/F as Heloise Belleau.

Chat with her on twitter using the handle @HeidiBelleau.
Browse her website at HeidiBelleau.com or HeloiseBelleau.com.
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Or contact her using good ole-fashioned email: heidi.heloise.belleau @ gmail.com


Win an ebook copy of An Inch at a Time (The Professor’s Rule #2) in your choice of formats! All you have to do is leave a comment on this post with a way for us to contact you (email address–posted in comment field, twitter handle, goodreads or facebook account), and you’ll be entered to win! Every comment counts for another entry, so be sure to follow the whole tour

Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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