I’d like to welcome the wonderful LM Somerton as my guest today. LM hit the ground running with her published works at Total-E-Bound. The Portrait, which has been rated just shy of 5 out of 5 stars on Goodreads, was released this last December. Now Black Dog will be up for general release January 14th. Yay! And to keep it going, Stroke Rate releases February 18th and Mountain Rescue releases April 8th. Dang girl, you’re on a roll! 🙂

Today, LM will be sharing a little bit about herself and her book, Black Dog. Please give her a warm welcome and feel free to leave a comment or two.

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When and why did you begin writing?

A few years ago when I was made redundant from my job and had some time on my hands. That didn’t last long, but I got addicted and can’t stop!

What is your favorite thing about writing?

Escape – being able to get away from everyday life and let my imagination run riot.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I map out a rough plot line but the detail comes as I write. I’m quite slow and do lots of editing but don’t tend to go back for revisions, so once a chapter is done it doesn’t change.

What do you find is the hardest thing about being an author?

Finding the time to write between family life and a full time job. I’d love to be able to give up the job part!

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

I love Rob Thurman’s urban fantasy – she’s original, witty and a little bit dark, a great combination.

What inspired you to write this book?

Black Dog is the sequel to The Portrait. I fell in love with the characters and wanted to give them another story so there was a bit of a cliffhanger at the end of the first book.

Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing this book?

Maintaining the nature of the characters as their relationship developed was quite hard. Garrick is a bit of a sod and I didn’t want him to mellow too much!

How did you come up with the title?

The ghostly black dog of the title is key to the story, but it’s a common tale from folklore around the world as well. I researched some of the myths as background to the book and it was the natural title for it.

If you were to give your book a Heat Rating, (lowest) 1—simmering, 2—sizzling, 3—on fire, or 4—blazing (highest), which would it be and why?

Probably 3 – on fire. There are several BDSM scenes, which are pretty explicit, but it’s not a sex on every page kind of book.

What’s next for you?

My next book, Stroke Rate, will be out in February.

LM Somerton - Black Dog cover 1-7-13Book Blurb

Can a ghostly hound tell the difference between love and fear? Will man’s best friend save the day?

Garrick and Tristan thought they were done with hauntings when they rid themselves of the evil ghost of Gabriel Blackthorne. But it seems that their connection to the supernatural runs deeper when howls in the night and glimpses of glowing red eyes gradually manifest into sightings of a mysterious black dog.

The ghostly hound seems to be protecting Tristan, but from what?

A group of friends visiting for the weekend provide a welcome distraction, but one of them would like to be more than friends with Garrick. Frankie sees Tristan as nothing more than a temporary inconvenience and does everything in his power to tempt Garrick away.

Rejected by Garrick, Frankie goes to extreme lengths to get his attention, using Tristan as his pawn in a very disturbing game.

How do you demonstrate the difference between love and fear when bondage and submission are parts of the equation? Will the Black Dog fulfil its role as protector or will Tristan pay the ultimate price for love?


Garrick poured them both a fresh glass of wine, then went to the dresser drawer and extracted the leather collar that Tristan had been wearing earlier, along with a matching pair of wrist cuffs.

“Now, you will put these on without argument, but first I want to see you naked.” He twisted a hand into Tristan’s hair and pulled his head back to expose his neck. The kisses that followed were savage, and left Tristan trembling with need and desire.

“What are you waiting for?” Garrick crawled onto the bed and propped himself up with a couple of large, plump pillows. He sipped his wine slowly. “Strip. Now.”

Tristan blinked nervously. He wanted to tell Garrick to fuck off at the same time as he wanted to submit. His anticipation of what his lover might do to him was giving him goosebumps.

“Don’t make me tell you again, Tristan.”

Garrick’s voice was soft but there was a threat hidden beneath those gentle tones, like the whisper of silk over steel.

Tristan unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, exposing his throbbing nipples to the air. Unzipping his trousers was a huge relief, as the pressure of clothing against his straining cock was reduced to a thin cotton barrier. He met the challenge of Garrick’s gaze and bit his lip, stepping out of underwear that was already damp. There was no sign of blue in those pretty eyes.

Tristan put his worries away for another time. He spread his legs slightly apart and clasped his hands behind his back. The feeling of vulnerability was delicious, and his cock pulsed with excitement. He couldn’t prevent the light flush on his cheeks while Garrick took his time, as if he were drinking in every inch of Tristan’s exposed body.

Eventually Garrick swung his legs off the bed and circled him. Tristan shivered when fingers brushed his shoulder, traced the line of his spine, then gently cupped his ass. He was finding it really hard to keep still. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand, hoping that the pain would distract him from Garrick’s touch, but it wasn’t working.

When Garrick slid the stiff leather collar around his neck, Tristan barely noticed until Garrick started to tighten the buckles, then a finger against his lips stilled the half-formed protest that he felt obliged to utter.

“I won’t use the lock, but you keep this on until I say it can come off.” Garrick’s tone made it absolutely clear that it wasn’t a suggestion. He buckled leather cuffs around each of Tristan’s wrists, then stood back to admire his handiwork.

“I should make you dress like this all the time.”

Buy Link: Total-E-Bound

Author Bio

L M Somerton lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

You can find LM at her blog: L M Somerton writes…