Dakota Trace-Essential Master Blog Hop



*Pokes head in room.* 
“Yum! More manly eye-candy. TL really knows what it takes to get a girl going.”
Lugging in the huge basket of baked goodies, I hid it in a corner.  There were various chocolate goodies in the basket that I didn’t want my muse, Livvy to get her greedy little paws on.  She was supposed to be showing up with Allison, the villain of my new release, if Davis had let her out of whatever closet I was sure he stuck her in. 
“Wait – how rude of me. Here I am going on about my pain in the butt muse, and you don’t have a clue to who I am.  My name is Dakota Trace, and I write “perverted stories” according to my middle daughter.  Even though I protest the label, I write tasteful erotica, I know she’s probably right. BDSM isn’t for the modest nor the faint of heart. Neither is m/m.”  Keeping an eye on the door, I continued…
“Anyway, today TL is being nice enough to let me hijack her blog for part of my Essential Master blog hop.  I’ll be giving away a daily prize, so be sure to look for how to enter at the bottom of the article along with this…”  I gestured to the smaller basket “…grand prize, which I’ll be giving away at the end of the hop. It has everything for what Nicholaus, the Dominant from Essential Master, considers to be a night in.  And keep your mind out of the gutters! Nicholaus happens to be a sci-fi nut and loves the show Fire-fly.”
“Oh great another sci-fi weirdo. Figures that my ex-slave would hook up with one.”
Turning I meet the gaze of my villainess from Essential Master.  To look at her, you wouldn’t think that Allison Teelen is evil. With her short blonde page boy hair-cut, and casual linen suit, she looks like any other up, and coming debutante.  But I know better. This girl may have the best education that money could and did buy but under it all she was a spoiled little brat who turned violent if she didn’t get things her way. 
“Allison, I see Livvy was able to spring you from whatever jail you were cooling your heels at. Looks like they were even nice enough to let you dress up for today.” 
Gazing at her manicure, she shrugged her fingers. “Whatever. I can’t believe you decided to finally include one of your villains in one of your special tours.  It’s about damn time. Without us you, author-girl, would have no story.” 
I sighed. She was right. Without a good villain there wouldn’t be a story but she didn’t need to rub my nose in it. “So where’s Livvy at?” I glanced around the room concerned I didn’t see my muse. An absent Livvy meant a trouble finding Livvy.
“Oh her? I locked her in the trunk of her car. She kept lecturing to me that I needed to behave or she’d have an industrial accident or riot or something happen to me.”
I rolled my eyes. Yep that sounded like my muse. “Yeah. She probably would.” 
“Like I’m scared of that bitch.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “So are we going to talk about how my former body-guard stole my submissive or how they screwed me over at trial?”
Whoa, the resentment coming off the girl was intense. “I don’t think…”
She pushed me back a step. Perhaps inviting my villain wasn’t my best idea. “That muse of yours might have come up with the idea of all of it, but it was you that put it to paper, you that made me look like a vindictive, controlling, raving bitch…”
Ah…because she was…duh! “You know you might need to lay of the hormones, Allison.”
She glared at me, before an evil smile crossed her face as she hauled me up by my shirt. “This isn’t hormones, it’s anger pure and simple. I’m pissed and you’re going to…”
A loud gong sounded, accompanying my muse’s arrival. “To release my slave.”  Livvy looking a bit worse for the wear, her ruby red corset and leather mini slightly dirty and a tear in her fish net stockings.  She grabbed Allison by her arm, jerking her away with ease.  “I warned you what would happen if you didn’t play nice.”  With a wiggle of her fingers and burst of musely magic, Allison disappeared.
I stood there shocked. This was my pain in the ass muse who had just saved me. “Why did you…”
Arching a dark brow at me, she glowered. “You’re my slave. No one gets to torment you other than me.”  Then she headed for the basket in the corner. “And I’ve worked up an appetite.”
I shook my head as she raided TL’s goodies. “Don’t eat them all. Save some for TL.”
A mumbled reply was all I got, not that I was expecting more.  “Okay now comes the part I mentioned earlier. Read the blurb and excerpt below.  At the end of the excerpt will be a question. Answer it in the comments section to be entered to win a free copy of the first book in the Doms of Napa Valley – Temporary Master. You’ll also be entered for a chance to win the Grand prize as well.”  The loud sounds of ripping behind me had me sighing. “Now I have to go save TL’s basket before there’s nothing left, but I’ll see you all tomorrow at The Wicked Muse Tavern.” 
Blurb:
Submissive Zebadiah Pellegrino maybe down, but he's not out yet. He knows there is a Dom or Domme for him - it's just a matter of finding him or her.  But after an attack by a brutal Mistress, the owners of New Beginnings have been hovering like a pair of over protective hens. It's been over a year and he's ready to move on, but now he just has to convince them or leave New Beginnings.
New members, Dom Nicholaus Tarquinio and switch Stephanie McKeown have a unique D/s relationship and have been searching for some time for a third member, a submissive to complete their triad. But the trick is to find a man who not only appeals to Nicholaus's domination but isn't above allowing Stephanie to have her fun too.  
When Zebadiah catches Stephanie's eye, she and Nicholaus approach the wounded sub, wondering if he's truly ready take what they have to offer him, or is Ethan right about Zebadiah not being ready? Only time will tell.
EXCERPT:
Allison laughed. “It doesn’t matter how bad-assed you think you are, Stephanie. You can’t stop a bullet.” She tugged out a small silver derringer.
A COP 357 Derringer if Steph wasn’t mistaken. The unique four-barrel construct of the compact pistol made it an excellent back-up gun for a cop. But how the hell had Allison gotten her hands on one? The last Steph had heard, the company manufacturing them had gone out of business. Steph’s surprise at Allison approaching her with a gun, on her own property, shouldn’t have been surprising but it was.
“Little debutante, you’d scare me with your audacity…” Steph moved forward until there were only a few feet separating them. “…if it weren’t for the fact you have the safety on. Not to mention by the time you figure that out, flip it off, and try to squeeze the trigger, not only will the recoil knock you on your ass, I’ll have disarmed you.”
Even before she finished speaking, Steph stepped close enough to invade Allison’s personal space. Grabbing the wrist of the hand Allison was using to hold the gun with her left hand, Steph used her right to push the barrel of the gun towards the other woman. Within seconds, Allison’s face turned crimson with pain as Steph rolled the weapon against Allison’s thumb, breaking the hold she had on the gun. The move bent the woman’s wrist and hand at a painfully awkward position, with the gun ending up pointed at Allison’s chest.
“Owwww! Let go!” Allison shrieked in pain, her knees buckling.
Using her superior strength, Steph kept her upright. The calmness her military training had ingrained in her had Steph’s voice cold as she spoke to Allison. “Unless you want me to use this pistol as a club and ruin your pretty face or perhaps pull the trigger and put a neat little hole in your sadistic black heart, I suggest you cease and desist.” To make her point even more obvious, Steph used leverage to pull on Allison’s hand until she strained the joint. “A bit more pressure and your wrist will break like a twig.”
“Fine, fine…I cease….let go of me.” Tears streamed down Allison’s face. A part of Steph wanted to say something about the woman having a very low threshold of pain for a Domme, but she refrained. All Steph wanted was the little bitch off her porch, off her property, and nowhere near Zebadiah.
Releasing the hold while maintaining control of the gun wasn’t hard as the other woman went to her knees in pain. Rubbing her wrist, Allison stumbled to her feet. “You think you’re such a bad ass security consultant who knows everything.”
“Not everything, but enough to realize the difference between a loaded gun and an unloaded one.” Breaking open the short barrel on the derringer Steph shook her head at the empty chambers. “You know if you’re going to threaten a person with a gun, you really should make sure you have bullets in it.” A smirk crossed Steph’s face. “However as inept as you are, you’d probably shoot yourself in the foot. Now get the hell off my property before I show you just what damage an unloaded weapon can do.”

QUESTION:  What kind of gun did Allison threaten Steph with?   
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Comments

  1. Thanks for having me today, TL. You're a gem for letting Livvy and me visit.
    Dakota

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  2. Allison had a Cop 357 Derringer.
    Livvy was awesome putting Allison in her place today!
    I entered for the copter I won Temporary Master the other day. Thanks :)

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  3. Allison threatened Steph with a COP 357 Derringer.
    Yay! Thanks to Livvy for saving her slave...err, author :)
    June

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    1. Congrats June,
      You've won a free copy of Temporary Master. Please email me off list at dakotatrace@gmail.com and let me know which format you'd like.
      Dakota

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  4. COP 357 Derringer

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

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  5. A COP 357 Derringer.
    Yvette
    yratpatrol@aol.com

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  6. She has a Cop 357 Derringer. Thanks!

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