A is for Alternative Lifestyles -- A - Z Blogger Maddness

And apple, Adam, anvil, apostrophe, anagram, ape...well you get the picture.

When I received my second Beyond Fairytale, She Was Good For Nothing, by Hans Christian Andersen, I knew I needed to do something in the realm of BDSM. At first, I wasn't really sure how to approach the subject matter of a sub being abused and then subsequently abandoned by her Master. I feel like even in a "normal" relationship, so many triggers can be touched upon. Everything from simple manipulation, to actual physical pain, with lasting physical and mental reminders.

If you've read any of my stories, specifically my BDSM stories, you'll see my characters have some kind of obstacle to overcome. Whether it is a physical defect from a traumatic experience, war scars, body image issues, or self esteem issues, all of my characters have a mountain to surpass their fears of rejection. In order for them to grow and embrace the "new" them, I have to have a Dominant who can give them what they need. What they crave to become whole.

So, as I pondered Quin's tale, I knew already she would need someone who wouldn't give her an inch. He had to basically stay on her almost 24/7 to remind her, what happened in her past, stayed in her past. Enter Joaquin de la Fuente, owner of Fuente Security and Dom.

He's a no nonsense kind of man who gets what he wants, when he wants it. On the day he meets Quin, he is taken aback by her quick answers and her knowledge of his company. Yet, when he sees her at the club that night, the juxtaposition between this self-assured business woman and this timid wallflower, confuses him.

He knows she is submissive. But, she will neither admit to it or deny it. She later confesses she is out of the lifestyle and will never return. Of course for Joaquin, that reeks of challenge, and he can't back down.

Quin's ultimate experience in an alternative lifestyle hurt her. Her ex destroyed her self confidence, browbeat her, and in the end pushed her away from who she truly is and could've become under his tutelage. The choice to leave was hers and she planned on never returning. Until she met Joaquin.

Joaquin taught her to trust, and let go. He taught her to love and most importantly, never look back. He brought her back to the lifestyle and helped her embrace her submission. Because when it comes right down to it, everyone is worthy, they just have to believe it for themselves.


Quin Abraham had it all. A great job, a nice apartment, and a loving Master—or so she thought. Starting over is never easy, but is flying across the ocean to Spain the right decision to make?

Joaquin de la Fuente never expected to find love the minute the sexy submissive Quin Abraham, walked through his door. On the first day on the job, she tore apart his business model and captured his heart.

After a night at the Villa, Joaquin offers her a contract—six weeks to learn once more what it means to be a sub. No strings attached. However, agreeing to the terms and following through is harder than it seems.

Can Quin overcome her fears and accept Joaquin as her Master or will she be as her ex claims, good for nothing?


“So, how did your first day go? Do anything fun?” Harley lounged back on Quin’s bed, her blonde hair fanning out on the pillow.

“If by fun you mean telling your boss his cost efficiency is costing his company more, then sure, it went swimmingly.” When she got nervous, she tended to talk too much. Quin hadn’t been able to stop herself at any point during the tour.

Harley laughed. “So that’s why Charlie and Joaquin were holed up in his office this afternoon? Joaquin was impressed by your candor.”

“Candor?” She snorted. “I told my boss his protocol sucked donkey balls.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not so bad. How about you join us for dinner at the club? I know you’re just settling in, but I’d hate for you to be alone right now.”

Quin stilled and turned to Harley. Maybe she’d heard her friend wrong. Go to the club? Is she crazy? “I think I’ll stay in. Maybe go online to those stores you picked out and find a few pieces for the apartment. Since he gave me an open credit line there.” Her boss had been right. The place was a little empty and way bigger than the one back home.

“Quin.” Harley narrowed her eyes. “You can’t hide in your apartment after work. I won’t allow it.”

“I’m not hiding. I’m tired. I got up at the crack of dawn to be at work. I’m exhausted.” Not a total lie. She’d slept like shit. Her out-of-whack body clock wanted a hot bath and a glass of wine with no interruptions.

Her friend frowned. “Come with us. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and if you’ve put the lifestyle behind you, then you have nothing to worry about.”

Quin groaned. “Harley it’s not as simple as you’re saying. Everything is complicated. I’m complicated. What if someone approaches me? Just the thought of it makes my stomach sour.”

“Hiding isn’t going to help your situation. You need to get back into the saddle. Find another Master.” Oh how easy she made it sound.