Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams
Book Name: Dom of Ages
Series: Collars & Cuffs
Book: Seven
Release Date: December 21, 2015
Pages or Words: 92,000 words
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Photo Credits: Joey Flyfoto, Model: Dirk Caber
Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance, May-December Romance
If you have not read the Collars and Cuffs series, you really should. Although this is the first of the series I have reviewed, I do have all the other books, but I think this one is right up with the best of the series.
When I started reading Dom Of Ages, I will confess I was near tears, it was so sad for Jarod. Then he met Eli and I thought oh yes will be better for him now.... but oh dear how wrong was I. Eli came across to me as someone so selfish and self absorbed. I really wanted to reach into the book and shout at him, plus slap him too!
Jarod is not really living, he is just existing. He has lost his Sir to a tragic accident, and he seems totally lost, and I don't think he knows how to pull himself back out of the low spot. Jarod is so sad and low, that he doesn't seem to realise how badly Eli is treating him, he is just happy to be wanted by a "Sir" again.
You also meet most of the characters from the earlier books in this series, and it is Ben who finally opens Eli's eyes as to what he is doing, and how he is in effect mistreating Jarod. Eli then endeavours to change things, but made things worse by taking Jarod to a BDSM club who actually ridicule him, and before Eli can act, Jarod has disappeared.
This is when you really see a change in Eli, and he starts to redeem himself in my eyes! Ben is devastated when he can't find Jarod, and then feels even worse when he realises he has no idea of where to even look for him. Jarod is now even lower than before (and to be honest I feared for what he would do), but he finally calls Eli..... who goes to find him.
Eli then proceeds to do things as he should have done in the first place, and Jarod seems to flourish under his attention. Jarod also checks out the Collars and Cuffs club - before taking Jarod there, which was his way of protecting him. However, once they do go there, rather than being an outcast for being an older Sub, Jarod is welcomed with open arms, and then proceeds to make the best of friends with the other Subs.
Just when you think things are going well for Eli and Jarod, something major happens to Jarod, and his reaction was quite the eye opener for me. Rather than leave Jarod, Eli realises how deep his feelings for Jarod are, and he is determined to stay with him. Is this what Jarod wants or even needs??................
I love that Jarod is not the typical young sub, but is in fact older than his Dom Eli. I especially loved the other subs treating him as one of them, and actually looking up to him, plus in the case of Scott seeing him as a father figure. This is the first book I have read with a Sub older than the Dom, but I really did enjoy it so much, it was great to be able to relate more to the older person.
I cannot recommend this series highly enough - I was sceptical at first with this series being BDSM, but somehow the author(s) have a way of writing that keeps you coming back for more. I have read some BDSM books previously and not enjoyed them, but this series is in a league of it own.
When I started reading Dom Of Ages, I will confess I was near tears, it was so sad for Jarod. Then he met Eli and I thought oh yes will be better for him now.... but oh dear how wrong was I. Eli came across to me as someone so selfish and self absorbed. I really wanted to reach into the book and shout at him, plus slap him too!
Jarod is not really living, he is just existing. He has lost his Sir to a tragic accident, and he seems totally lost, and I don't think he knows how to pull himself back out of the low spot. Jarod is so sad and low, that he doesn't seem to realise how badly Eli is treating him, he is just happy to be wanted by a "Sir" again.
You also meet most of the characters from the earlier books in this series, and it is Ben who finally opens Eli's eyes as to what he is doing, and how he is in effect mistreating Jarod. Eli then endeavours to change things, but made things worse by taking Jarod to a BDSM club who actually ridicule him, and before Eli can act, Jarod has disappeared.
This is when you really see a change in Eli, and he starts to redeem himself in my eyes! Ben is devastated when he can't find Jarod, and then feels even worse when he realises he has no idea of where to even look for him. Jarod is now even lower than before (and to be honest I feared for what he would do), but he finally calls Eli..... who goes to find him.
Eli then proceeds to do things as he should have done in the first place, and Jarod seems to flourish under his attention. Jarod also checks out the Collars and Cuffs club - before taking Jarod there, which was his way of protecting him. However, once they do go there, rather than being an outcast for being an older Sub, Jarod is welcomed with open arms, and then proceeds to make the best of friends with the other Subs.
Just when you think things are going well for Eli and Jarod, something major happens to Jarod, and his reaction was quite the eye opener for me. Rather than leave Jarod, Eli realises how deep his feelings for Jarod are, and he is determined to stay with him. Is this what Jarod wants or even needs??................
I love that Jarod is not the typical young sub, but is in fact older than his Dom Eli. I especially loved the other subs treating him as one of them, and actually looking up to him, plus in the case of Scott seeing him as a father figure. This is the first book I have read with a Sub older than the Dom, but I really did enjoy it so much, it was great to be able to relate more to the older person.
I cannot recommend this series highly enough - I was sceptical at first with this series being BDSM, but somehow the author(s) have a way of writing that keeps you coming back for more. I have read some BDSM books previously and not enjoyed them, but this series is in a league of it own.
Four years ago.
Jarod
It was finally time to say good-bye. I’d gone as far as I could without a boarding pass, and we were standing at the entrance to Manchester International Airport Security. Beyond us, passengers were queuing up to load their carry-ons and personal belongings onto the conveyor belts, taking off boots and shoes, belts, coats, taking out laptops—the usual hustle and bustle of getting through security.
Master Phillip turned to me and pulled me into his grip.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior while I’m gone, boy,” he said sternly. Then I saw the twinkle in his eye, and he smiled down at me.
“I’ll do my best to make you proud,” I replied.
I hated that he had to go away. It didn’t happen often, but being alone in the house left me unfocused. I needed his guidance and his love. For him, though, I would be strong.
“When do you come back, Master?” I whispered.
“I’ll be gone four nights. The board wants to show me some new designs they’ve been working on. I told them this could be done just as easily in a conference call, but no, they were insistent I wouldn’t get the whole picture unless I saw it in action.” He sighed. “It was easier to give in than it was to protest. It’s just such a long way to go for such a short stay.”
I looked down at the floor, quickly losing my resolve to stay strong. I had to agree. I’d never been to New York, but I knew how long his flight would be. He tucked a knuckle under my chin and made me meet his eyes. “You know I would take you with me if I could.”
“Yes, I know.”
And it was true. If he could, he would never leave my side. Since the day we met, I hadn’t been away from him unless it was something business related. He bent down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to miss you very much, you know. When I come home, we’ll go on holiday. What do you say to Montpellier? It’s lovely in late spring.”
The thought of spending two weeks in the south of France with Sir would have had me dancing if he hadn’t insisted on decorum when we were in public. “Yes, please,” I replied breathlessly.
“Very well. When you get home, pack bags for both of us. I should be home on Monday, so make sure you book the flight and hotel room.” He smiled. “We can stay in that hotel you liked so much last time, the Royal. And we’ll eat in the Place de la Comédie again, looking out at the fountains.”
I couldn’t resist. “Will we get to visit that gay bar again? The one with the cute waiters?” I grinned. He knew I only had eyes for him.
Master Phillip chuckled. “Any more talk of cute waiters, and your arse will have a date with my paddle when I get back.”
“Ooh, promises, promises.” After so many years together, I loved our banter, so easygoing and natural in moments like this. But of course he saw through my attempts at humor.
“Jarod.” It always made me warm when he used my name. He put his arms around me, and my heart swelled for this unexpected display of affection. He didn’t give a shit who saw us or what they thought. We were solid. He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. “It won’t be long. Then we’ll be together again.” His breath wafted against my ear. “Love you, boy.”
Peace flooded through me at his words. “Love you too, Master.”
He stepped back and glanced at the growing queues with a sigh. “Oh well, no use putting it off any longer.” With one final smile, he turned and walked away, pausing when he reached the official who directed him to join a line of passengers. He raised his hand, and I copied the gesture, watching until he was out of sight.
Then it was a case of heading home to our empty house to await his return. I breathed in deeply, squared my shoulders and set off through the terminal with a purposeful stride that revealed nothing of my inner sadness.
Five days would fly by.
Jarod
It was finally time to say good-bye. I’d gone as far as I could without a boarding pass, and we were standing at the entrance to Manchester International Airport Security. Beyond us, passengers were queuing up to load their carry-ons and personal belongings onto the conveyor belts, taking off boots and shoes, belts, coats, taking out laptops—the usual hustle and bustle of getting through security.
Master Phillip turned to me and pulled me into his grip.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior while I’m gone, boy,” he said sternly. Then I saw the twinkle in his eye, and he smiled down at me.
“I’ll do my best to make you proud,” I replied.
I hated that he had to go away. It didn’t happen often, but being alone in the house left me unfocused. I needed his guidance and his love. For him, though, I would be strong.
“When do you come back, Master?” I whispered.
“I’ll be gone four nights. The board wants to show me some new designs they’ve been working on. I told them this could be done just as easily in a conference call, but no, they were insistent I wouldn’t get the whole picture unless I saw it in action.” He sighed. “It was easier to give in than it was to protest. It’s just such a long way to go for such a short stay.”
I looked down at the floor, quickly losing my resolve to stay strong. I had to agree. I’d never been to New York, but I knew how long his flight would be. He tucked a knuckle under my chin and made me meet his eyes. “You know I would take you with me if I could.”
“Yes, I know.”
And it was true. If he could, he would never leave my side. Since the day we met, I hadn’t been away from him unless it was something business related. He bent down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to miss you very much, you know. When I come home, we’ll go on holiday. What do you say to Montpellier? It’s lovely in late spring.”
The thought of spending two weeks in the south of France with Sir would have had me dancing if he hadn’t insisted on decorum when we were in public. “Yes, please,” I replied breathlessly.
“Very well. When you get home, pack bags for both of us. I should be home on Monday, so make sure you book the flight and hotel room.” He smiled. “We can stay in that hotel you liked so much last time, the Royal. And we’ll eat in the Place de la Comédie again, looking out at the fountains.”
I couldn’t resist. “Will we get to visit that gay bar again? The one with the cute waiters?” I grinned. He knew I only had eyes for him.
Master Phillip chuckled. “Any more talk of cute waiters, and your arse will have a date with my paddle when I get back.”
“Ooh, promises, promises.” After so many years together, I loved our banter, so easygoing and natural in moments like this. But of course he saw through my attempts at humor.
“Jarod.” It always made me warm when he used my name. He put his arms around me, and my heart swelled for this unexpected display of affection. He didn’t give a shit who saw us or what they thought. We were solid. He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. “It won’t be long. Then we’ll be together again.” His breath wafted against my ear. “Love you, boy.”
Peace flooded through me at his words. “Love you too, Master.”
He stepped back and glanced at the growing queues with a sigh. “Oh well, no use putting it off any longer.” With one final smile, he turned and walked away, pausing when he reached the official who directed him to join a line of passengers. He raised his hand, and I copied the gesture, watching until he was out of sight.
Then it was a case of heading home to our empty house to await his return. I breathed in deeply, squared my shoulders and set off through the terminal with a purposeful stride that revealed nothing of my inner sadness.
Five days would fly by.
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K.C. Wells:
Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter....
K.C. now writes full time and is loving every minute of her new career.
The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter....
K.C. now writes full time and is loving every minute of her new career.
The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
Parker Williams:
Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.
Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.
Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.
Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.
