J.A. Rock on The Subs Club (The Subs Club #1) ~ Guest Blog, Local Giveaway

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Title: The Subs Club (The Subs Club #1)
Author: J.A. Rock
Publisher: Riptide
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Genre: BDSM, Gay Fiction

Blurb:

About The Subs Club Universe

After the death of their friend Hal at the hands of an irresponsible dom, submissive friends Dave, Kamen, Miles, and Gould band together to form the Subs Club—an organization seeking to expose dangerous local doms. The club slowly evolves as romances blossom, loyalties are tested, and tensions mount in a community already struggling for unity in the wake of Hal’s death.

From domestic discipline to knife play to fashion paraphilia, and from family drama to new jobs to first loves, the members of the Subs Club explore life’s kinks inside and outside of the bedroom as they attempt to let go of the past and move forward.

About The Subs Club (The Subs Club #1)
A year ago, my best friend Hal died at the hands of an incompetent “dom.” So I started the Subs Club, a private blog where submissives can review doms and call out the douche bags.

A perfect example of the kind of arrogant asshole I mean? The Disciplinarian. He has a pornstache. He loves meat, stoicism, America, and real discipline. And he thinks subs exist to serve him.

But . . . not everything about him is awful. His Davy Crockett act just seems like a cover for his fear of intimacy, and part of me wants to show him it’s okay to get close to people. And, I mean, sue me, but I have fantasized about real discipline. Not role-play, but like, Dave, you’re gonna be thirty in four years and you still work in a mall; get your ass in gear or I’ll spank it.

Not that I’d ever trust anyone with that kind of control.

I’m gonna redefine “battle of wills” for the Disciplinarian. Or I’m gonna bone him. It’s hard to say.

—Dave

Meet Me at the Cracker Barrel

The only time I’ve ever safeworded was when my dom tried to get me to Cracker Barrel. I’m not talking about some obscure BDSM sex act. I’m talking about the actual Cracker Barrel, retailer of down home country cookin’, friendly scarecrow decorations, gingham cookbooks, and stationed next to every Motel 6 in America.

I hate the Cracker Barrel so much. It’s like a nefarious shadow government designed a torture program for vegetarians and disguised it as a kitschy, country music-spouting tribute to Americana gone horribly wrong. Even the green beans are cooked in bacon grease. It is an unholy place, and one that I avoid at all costs.

And for some reason that was always where my potential BDSM partners want to meet for our let’s-make-sure-you’re-not-a-serial-killer briefing.

These are the parts of BDSM that no one talks about in romance novels—how if you’re from a small town, you don’t get to meet the people you’ve been talking to online at a fancy club, or a hipster coffee house, or at an alternative lifestyles parade. You meet them in the kind of chain restaurants that wither the soul and assault the palate.

Things have gotten better since I moved to Chicago. Now I can go to munches held at sushi restaurants or tapas bars. But back in Appalachia? Munches were either at Cracker Barrel, Denny’s, or one of those buffets that serve pizza, Chinese food, and chicken wings.

So my dom and I had arranged to do a scene with a potential third, but we didn’t want to invite Partner 3 (let’s call her Ajax) to our hotel room without scoping her out first. So, my dom—let’s call her Doms McGee; I often do—said we were going to pop over to the parking lot of the next-door Cracker Barrel to do introductions.

“Absolutely not,” I told her.

“You don’t have to eat there. We’ll just be in the parking lot.”

“She could serial kill us there just as easily as a hotel room. I’d rather die in the hotel room than in the Cracker Barrel parking lot. What are the police gonna tell my mother? ‘The last thing she saw was that casual old man in the wooden chair, leaning on that barrel…’”

“Come on. It’s right next-door. Convenient for everyone.”

“Red.”

“Did you just safeword the Cracker Barrel?”

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“Oookay.”

That’s just how it is with doms. You gotta put your foot down sometimes. Remind them who’s in charge.

In the end, I did accompany Doms McGee to the Cracker Barrel parking lot to meet Ajax, who was not a serial killer. It was like a drug deal; she rolled her window down, we rolled ours down. I was like ‘You Ajax?’ She nodded. ‘You got the stuff?’ She held up her duffel of wooden spoons and quirts. I also made DM wait in the car while I ran into the Barrel to grab a loaf of sourdough bread. Because that stuff’s not half bad.

It would make me so happy to read a romance novel where the characters meet up in a Cracker Barrel. Kinky romance heroes always meet in glamorous clubs, or at least somewhere cute, like an animal shelter. I’ve never seen a fictional character be like, “Yeah, I can’t wait to cruise the munch at that bomb-ass Denny’s off the interstate.” I tried to write realistic kink in the Subs Club series, but even I couldn’t bring myself to get that real.

But maybe someday, someone will use the romance genre to finally tell the truth about what goes on at Cracker Barrels.

Links

The Subs Club (The Subs Club #1) on Goodreads
Riptide
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon CA
All Romance eBooks

Giveaway

To celebrate the release of The Subs Club, J.A. Rock is giving away two titles from her backlist and a $10 Amazon gift card! Your first comment at each stop on this tour enters you in the drawing. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 12, 2015. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. Entries. Follow the tour for more opportunities to enter the giveaway! Don’t forget to leave your email or method of contact so Riptide can reach you if you win!

About the Author

J.A. Rock is the author of queer romance and suspense novels, including BY HIS RULES, TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME, and, with Lisa Henry, THE GOOD BOY and WHEN ALL THE WORLD SLEEPS. She holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Alabama and a BA in theater from Case Western Reserve University. J.A. also writes queer fiction and essays under the name Jill Smith. Raised in Ohio and West Virginia, she now lives in Chicago with her dog, Professor Anne Studebaker.

Website: www.jarockauthor.com
Blog: http://jarockauthor.blogspot.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jarockauthor
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ja.rock.39

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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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22 thoughts on “J.A. Rock on The Subs Club (The Subs Club #1) ~ Guest Blog, Local Giveaway

  1. Oh, Cracker Barrel… There’s actually one just about 5 minutes away, but I haven’t been inside. So I can’t say for sure if I’ve ever seen any of these meetings you describe. 🙂

    waxapplelover (at) gmail (dot) com

  2. I’m realy loving this blog tour. I know i will love this book.
    I also think the cover is great, i like covers without persons on it and this one got my attention the first time i saw it at riptide.

    Ticuv@yahoo.com

  3. Loved the post! My family always stopped at Cracker Barrel for dinner on road trips, actually sometimes we still do. Now I’ll wonder about these meetings the next time I’m in one. violet817(at)aol(dot)com

  4. I’ve been to a munch in a steakhouse LOL when the dungeon in our area closed…. it reals the sense of surrealism. (Cute blog post & looking forward to the books) Hugs, Z.

  5. Haha I love that you went in there anyway for bread!
    Also I was getting ready to google ‘Cracker Barrel BDSM’ before you said it wasn’t a sex act lol. Subs Club is next on my TBR, can’t wait to read it!

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