Hello there! Today I am so excited to welcome the fabulous SJD Peterson back to the blog.  Jo is here to talk about Roped, the latest book in her Guards of Folsom series (which I totally love, BTW).  She is sharing an exclusive excerpt and a fabulous giveaway. Plus we get to ogle the gorgeous cover! A win all around!


RopedTek’s job was to keep an eye on everyone and everything within the club, yet he couldn’t take his eyes from the man on the stage wearing black leather pants, a wide leather harness across his chest in the shape of an X, and heavy-soled boots. Tek didn’t know who the man was, his face covered by a leather hood, but whoever it was sure as hell knew how to wield a flogger. The Dom was swinging it in a figure-eight pattern across a man’s back who was tied to a St. Andrew’s cross, down the guy’s ass and thighs and back up. The Dom had worked up a sweat; his broad back glistened beneath the subdued stage lighting. No one made a sound, not a cough or clink of ice in a glass; everyone in the room seemed to be entranced by the show, the slap of leather to skin and the low moans flowing from the submissive, hypnotic.

The audience members weren’t the only ones bewitched by the sight in front of them. Tek stared without blinking in complete awe of not only the Dom’s controlled power but also the way the bound man took each blow. The sub not only seemed to take it, but the expression of bliss on his face where it rested against the St. Andrew’s cross was proof he was not only taking the pain but finding immense pleasure in it.

Tek leaned in closer to Jamie’s ear. “I don’t get it,” he admitted, never taking his eyes from the two men on the stage.

“Get what?”

“How can the sub look like… like you do after you’ve just blown a load?”

Jamie turned his head, his smiling lips brushing Tek’s. “I look that good?”

“Better,” Tek assured him. “But that guy’s not getting nailed, he’s getting beat. I don’t get it.”

“I don’t either,” Jamie said with a shake of his head and went back to watching the show.

Tek jerked his attention back to the stage when he heard a loud thump. The flogger was now at the Dom’s feet, his chest pressed against the smaller man’s back. Tek winced at the idea of someone pressing against flesh that surely felt as if it were on fire. But the sub obviously didn’t mind, he had a sweet smile on his lips with his Dom’s face buried in the side of his neck.

Everyone in the audience began to cheer and clap when the Dom bent and picked up a wide leather collar with an O-ring attached to it. Tek glance at Jamie who only shrugged and began clapping along with the others.

“What the hell are you clapping for?” Tek asked in confusion. Was he the only one in the room that had no fucking idea what was going on?

“The Dom is going to collar his boy,” Jamie informed him and then put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

Apparently, he was the only one who was clueless.

“He’s what?”

Jamie turned and leaned his shoulder against the wall, giving Tek an exasperated look. “Collaring. It’s a commitment ceremony between a Dom and his sub.”

Tek stared at Jamie for long moments. “And you know this how?”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “What do you think I do all night while you’re working? I pay attention to what’s going on around me, talk to people.”

Tek’s brow furrowed. “I thought you watched my ass all night?”

“Don’t pout, Tek. It really doesn’t look good on you,” Jamie teased and patted Tek on the cheek. “Now pay attention,” he smirked and turned back to the show on the stage.

“I don’t pout!” Tek crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back against the wall, and glared at Jamie. He did not pout, he glared, there was a huge difference.


Life has been known by a series of constants: Violence, anger, drugs, sex, death, heartbreak, pain, fear and the most common, hunger; Always hunger. Not the kind that can be satisfied with food, but the kind born of circumstance. The kind that not only claws within a gut, but settles into a heart, consumes a mind. Deeper—Encircles, penetrates the soul. Hunger for something more, something better, safer. Always just out of grasp—Craving—Starved.

It’s part of me.

Who I am.

Born of blood and violence, hunger is my fate.

Yet, the slightest things can change the directions of a life. An unplanned circumstance, random act—a connection—a chance event, like a lightning strike, fate is trumped.

Jamie is my lightning strike.

Tek Cain

Tek Cain was cultivated from birth to lead the motorcycle gang, Crimson Eight. Jamie Ryan, his best friend, is destined to be his second. But forbidden desires have them questioning everything they know, and an undeniable bond makes them want more than their supposed brotherhood can provide. Their love could get them killed, but they are bound to each other—from the cradle to the grave.


Jo has brought along a fabulous giveaway for you all today. One lucky winner will get a signed paperback copy of Roped (no country restrictions!).  Just leave a comment to enter.  The contest closes on Sunday, May 18th at 11:59 pm EST.

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